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hi ! I hope this isn't too much 😭 I'm the same anon as before and I loved the ignis fic so much it made me cry a bit /extremely pos

I was thinking if you could do another one of the reader meeting ignis for the first time after he became blind, and how ignis would act? also the reader worrying about him and comforting him

thank you sm in advance I love your writings so much 😭

im so glad you enjoyed it! ofc i can write you some more :)

☆ together

ignis scientia x male reader [he / him]

sypnosis: above.

the lowercase is intentional !

- slight episode ignis spoilers and mentions of fighting & injuries.

fighting, bloodshed and chaos. those words accurately described what had happened at altissia a few days ago. a day that many, such as [name], had never experienced before in their lives.

yet, everything seemed like it just happened in a flash. [name] barely remembered what happened, it was almost as if he was not present during the event. unfortunately, he was. he absent mindedly witnessed such tragedy.

it had been a few days since the group had been truly together. the group consisting of gladio, ignis, noctis, prompto and [name] had been all seperated after the fight, but they luckily all found eachother in the end. even if that meant that half of them were gravely injured.

noctis had gotten gravely injured, and so had ignis. nobody had spoken to noctis yet as he was still knocked out, and similarly so for ignis.

ignis had used the powers contained within the ring of lucii to try and defeat ardyn. however, he didn't know the consequences it would bring. he had scarred the left side of his face and he had gone blind. it was horrible, something nobody imaged would happen to a person like ignis. yet, ignis risked everything just to make sure his friends were safe.

[name] was anxiously sitting outside of the room where ignis was resting. the man hadn't seen how ignis looked like yet, he was just waiting outside whilst biting his nails out of nervousness.

[name] was scared, and saying he was scared was truly an understatement. he was terrified, really. he doesn't know what has happened to the man he cares about the most, the man he loves the most. it was unbearable just sitting there waiting on the floor. too unbearable.

a few footsteps caught the attention of [name]'s ears and a door opening. then, someone cleared their throat to alert [name] and it was none other than gladio.

"you can go see him now, he's awake." gladio said, his voice hoarse. it was different to how he usually sounded, [name] noted. this was definitely taking a toll on gladio, and everyone for that matter. everything that had happened those few days ago was affecting everyone.

[name] immediately stood up and nodded at gladio before rushing into the room. he couldn't wait a second longer to see ignis, or what had happened to ignis. [name] knew he had to brace himself for what he was about to see, because it could be rather unsettling. luckily for him, it wasn't.

[name] walked into the room and his eyes immediately scanned the room. every wall, every corner and every surface was looked at before [name]'s eyes finally met ignis' face.

"ignis.." [name] whispered out loud, taking a few, small steps forward towards the man he had just mentioned. [name] then finally got to the bed ignis was laying on and he crouched down besides it.

"hey." [name] continued to whisper. "are you alright? are you feeling any pain?" [name] asked, gently stroking one of ignis' palms. he was being as careful and as gentle as he could possibly be to not injure him any more than he already was.

ignis groaned a little before he sat up on the bed, rubbing his eyes and staring into practically nowhere. "i'm alright, just a little sore." ignis sighed, trying to make his injuries seem better than they actually were. in reality, they were worse. that fight with ardyn, using the ring, it hurt like hell. it didn't help that ignis could no longer see anything, not even [name], anymore.

"that's good." [name] hummed, his voice gentle, just like his touch. he tried to be as soothing as he could be, if that was even possible. he wanted to make sure ignis was okay, but it didn't seem like that was really the case.

ignis sighed again and he closed his eyes. it wasn't as if it made a difference anyway, his vision had gone and his whole world was shrouded in darkness - just like eos' fate.

"actually, i'm not alright." ignis admitted. his voice was unusually quiet, and shaky. [name] was starting to get worried - this wasn't the ignis he knew.

"i can't see, [name]." ignis confessed, his voice growing more and more shaky as he continued to speak. it was as if he was on the verge of tears, getting ready to cry at any given moment.

[name] looked at ignis a little confused. "of course you can't see.. your eyes are closed, ignis." [name] replied, trying not to laugh at his comment.

"no, [name]." ignis sighed again, a small frown on his face. he then opened his eyes and tilted his head towards [name]. "i can't see, [name]. i've gone blind." ignis admitted.

[name] was now in a state of panic and confusion. he didn't understand. how did such a thing happen? ignis could see without his glasses.. but now he had gone totally blind?

unbeknownst to [name], ignis had used the ring of lucii to try and fight ardyn. it led to him gaining a scar on his face, and his loss of vision. the power was too much for him that it deteriorated his eyesight and painted his skin with a memory he'll never forget.

"i.. got myself into a fight with ardyn trying to protect noct." ignis explained, trying his best to keep his composure and look strong infront of [name]. "i used the ring's power, [name]. it was too much and this is how i ended up." ignis shook his head. he didn't enjoy the situation he was in, but he would live with it no matter what.

"oh.." [name]'s voice dropped along with his face. he couldn't believe what he had just heard. he didn't even know that ignis had gotten into a fight with ardyn. why did he not know sooner? ignis was meant to be the man he loved, and cherished, and cared for but he didn't even know that the other had been seriously injured.

"ignis, i'm.. i'm sorry." [name] mumbled, letting go of ignis' hands. he then burried his face into his own hands, feeling as if he was about to cry. he couldn't believe such a thing had happened, and all he could do was apologise for something he hadn't done.

"[name], it's alright." ignis frowned as he felt the mood shift suddenly. he knows he shouldn't of dropped something so heavy, but [name] was bound to find out anyway. "i'll get used to it. it's fine." ignis sighed. in reality, it wasn't fine. nothing was fine about this situation, but ignis just wanted [name] to stop worrying.

[name] shook his head, biting his lip whilst he was at it too. none of this was fine, when ignis said it was fine he lied. how could [name] trust him now? everything was going to be so different, [name] couldn't help but worry. he had to worry for himself and ignis, there was nothing else he could do.

"it's not alright, ignis. i know you don't think this is alright, you yourself said earlier you were alright then you lied." [name] spoke, his voice cracking as it filled with various different emotions. he felt so distressed, yet angry, yet worried at the same time. he was so confused. why wasn't he there for ignis?

ignis felt the area around him before he grabbed [name]'s hand and held it close to him. "yes, i'm afraid you're right. i'm not alright, [name]. i'm far from it." ignis admitted, feeling vulnerable speaking about his emotions so openly.

"i'm scared, terrified even. i don't want to live the rest of my life in darkness. i won't be able to see you, or the others anymore. i won't be able to cook or drive the regalia." ignis started to break down, letting all of his emotions flow as he spoke to [name]. "i'm useless now, [name]. my lost vision had made me useless." ignis sighed.

[name] shook his head and he gripped onto ignis' hand tightly to try and somewhat reassure him. "no, no ignis. you're not useless." [name] said, frowning as he heard how negative ignis was about himself and his situation. "you're far from it, being blind doesn't make you useless! we'll get through this, ignis. i'll help you, ignis. i'll do everything i can to help you." [name] continued, practically on the verge of sobbing.

"[name], it would be pointless." ignis mumbled, still thinking of himself as useless because of this situation. he didn't believe that anything good could come out of this situation. "my vision won't magically come back if you help me, and nothing good will come from this!" ignis groaned.

then, [name] cut off ignis with a kiss. he couldn't take ignis speaking of himself so negatively. it hurt him too much to hear the love of his life speaking so negatively about himself. he couldn't stand it, and he wouldn't stand it one bit.

"ignis." [name] stated as he pulled away from the kiss, brushing a few stray hairs out of ignis' face. "you are far from useless, and me helping you won't be pointless." the male continued, doing his best to reassure ignis.

"we'll get through this together." [name] carried on speaking as he slid onto the bed to lay next to ignis. "no matter what, we'll always be together. i'll guide you until we're old, help you navigate the world when all you see is darkness." [name] hummed, speaking more and more sweet promises into ignis' ear.

[name] carefully traced the scar that was under ignis' eye. it was so beautiful that it looked natural on ignis. [name] loved it already.

"ignis, i love you. i'll love you no matter what. if you're blind, unable to get out of bed, or even unable to do anything. i'll always love you." [name] whispered into ignis' ear before placing a kiss on ignis' scar.

"it's me and you, together forever. you got that?" [name] smiled, placing a few more kisses along ignis' face. he wouldn't stop, even if ignis asked him to. he loved him too much to ever stop loving him.

ignis sighed, giving up all of his protesting now. he wouldn't even try to stop [name], because he knew [name] wouldn't stop if he asked.

"fine, yes. it's us together, always." ignis smiled himself, leaning into [name]'s touches and kisses. he didn't want this feeling to stop, ever. he wanted to truly stay with [name] forever and for as long as possible.

"now that you said that, i'm never letting you go." [name] chuckled to himself, leaning in and making himself comfortable against ignis' chest. "we're staying by eachothers side no matter what."

it was true, [name] never let go of ignis. the two faced the impossible and [name] did whatever it took to help ignis face the darkness he was surrounded it. the two stayed by eachother's sides, together, forever.

☆ author's note : i hope you liked it, anon :) i really enjoy writing for final fantasy characters so keep the requests coming! im sorry this took a bit longer, i'll try get more requests done near the holiday time.

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You blinked into a familiar ceiling. Where have you last seen this?

The morning light shone through the window, penetrating through the blinds. Its pattern left a soft glow of illumination into the room. It took your eyes a few seconds to finally understand: This was Choso’s apartment, and you were in his guest room. 

How did that happen?

Breathing in a deep breath, you feel that your throat is unusually dry, and your face feels a little sticky. You clear your throat as you slowly sit up, your aching muscles straining to support your weight. When you got up, a headache out of nowhere hit you like a truck.

Pulsing in relentless waves, it attacked your head over and over again, never once settling down. Hands shooting up to your temples, you try to massage your head, and ease the throbbing pain. 

Headache, dry throat, and the sorest muscles ever. Yeah, you definitely got drunk last night. 

Moving your legs off the bed and groaning, you head towards the washroom to try to clean yourself up. You washed your face with hot water, which helped soothing the headache a bit more. You could only wash your face as there wasn't a toothbrush or anything for you to use, so to satisfy your other need, you went into the kitchen to get a glass of water. 

As you were filling up the glass, you heard some small footsteps, and the creak of a door. Yuji had woken up, and was also going to the bathroom to do his routine. When he opened his door, he saw you in the kitchen. You two exchange a glance while Yuji rubs his eyes to make sure he still isn’t dreaming. 

“Ohh!! It’s you!! My brother’s girl friend!!” Yuji exclaimed, a smile on his face.

“Good morning Yuji,” you reply. “Although, I wouldn’t say girl-friend.” you add nervously while taking a sip of the water.

Yuji, having completely moved on from the topic, asked, “Why are you here in the morning? Aren’t you supposed to be at your house?” 

You took a second to conteplate how to explain to a 9 year old how badly drunk you got last night that his older brother needed to pick you up.

“Uhh, Choso did me a really good favor and picked me up from a place when I couldn’t drive.” you lie, convincing the nine year old. 

“Oh, okay.” Yuji said, accepting the explaination and going on about his morning. You sigh and drink from the glass again. You saw on the couch your phone, wallet, and other neccesities. You walked over to collect them, assuming Choso just put your things on the couch for you.

He’s so nice, you think to yourself, thankful for the little extra he always does for everybody.

As you sit on the couch scrolling through your messages and drinking water at the same time, Choso comes out of his room and sees you already up. 

“Hey, sleep well?” Choso asked when he saw you sitting on the couch. He was still nervous on how to correctly approach you after last night, so he decided he’ll just play it off as nothing and be “nonchalant” about it. 

“Yup!” you replied, smiling. Your brows furrowed a little, still battling the headache.  “Thanks for driving me back too, Cho. Really really appreciate it.” 

“Eh, it was nothing, no big deal,” Choso replied, still being cautious on what he said. He looked at your slightly pained expression, and he thinks that you remembered what happened last night. Oh god- Would it be awkward just talking now? 

“So..uhh..” Choso mumbled. “Are you feeling better now?”

You thought he was mentioning how drunk you were, but he was really trying to ask you about the scene last night. 

“Yeah, I’m feeling a lot better now, I just have a huge headache though,” you sighed.

That wasn’t what I meant. He thought. As in your mood. But he didn’t want to bring it up- what if he was bringing back bad memories? He didn’t want to do that to you. Choso decided it would be worth it to just not mention last night at all and will only elaborate if you brought it up.

But you never did bring it up, being convinced to eat breakfast with him and Yuji.

The whole time, he was scanning your face and expressions to see if you had really forgotten or some part of you still hurt, but you were just hiding it.

Why would you need to hide it in front of me though? Choso thought. 

As you ate a simple breakfast- Toast with butter, you were a little lost in thought, trying to piece together a timeline. Weirdly, you feel like you’ve forgotten something that should be mentioned sometime around… someone… you just couldn’t figure out who.

First, that guy did break up with you. Piece of shit, really. Were you over it? A little, now. Better than yesterday, at least, when you decided just to drink it all away at a bar. Then, you have a vague recollection of texting someone, which you found out to be Choso this morning, and then passing out. 

Sitting there, thinking to yourself, you didn’t notice the person across from you staring at a face he found pretty for a long time. Choso thought you were playing it off as trying not to be a bother- and he was trying to form a plan to talk about it with you a little more. Hesitantly, he tries to start a conversation about the topic.

“Um… about last night…” he murmured unsurely. He looks down, to the side, at your plate, the fork you’re holding, anything but your face. You tilt your head sideways to signify that you’re listening. In your head, you were freaking out a little bit. Did you do something wrong? Did you do something embarrasing? How bad was it that he needed to confront to you about it?

You spoke up before he coud continue. “Oh- oh my god. If it’s anything I did, then I’m so so sorry for it!” you said, sitting up a little straighter.

Choso was lost. He looked at your genuinely clueless expression to confirm is theory.

You had genuinely forgot.

Alarmed by his sudden silence, you tried to clarify once more. “Really! I don’t remember a single thing! What did I do?” you exclaimed, honestly defending yourself. You put your hands up in the air as a gesture of surrender.

Choso, having snapped out from his momentary shock, tried to clear the air again. “Relax, you didn’t do anything…I’m just surprised you forgot, that’s all.” he said. 

He knew you didn’t believe his explaination, but you didn’t question further, which was all he needed to sit down and think about how to approach this. 

Still feeling ashamed, you quickly ate your breakfast and left his apartment in an attempt to avoid staying too long. Before you finish chewing, you get up and say, in a muffled tone, that you're going home. Then you go to the couch and gather your belongings. When you mutter "sorry" to him and Yuji, Choso nods in response and hands you your jacket. You closed the front door after putting on your shoes and shouting "Bye," your cheeks still flushed from the awkwardness.

Choso was still standing in the doorway, surprised on how fast you left. He should say sorry for embarrasing you, he thought. He felt a small nudge on his leg. He looked down as Yuji looked up at Choso and bluntly said, “She’s pretty. Why is she not your girl friend?” in little brother astonishment. Choso’s face reddended as he picked up Yuji and mubmled “That’s enough bro, thanks for your input.” Yuji giggled on Choso’s shoulder, kicking his legs and smiling. He smiled back. All he ever loved was you and Yuji. He wasn’t sure how, but he’ll get through with you one day. 

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Two weeks later, you had found another date to look forward to, getting over the last one pretty quickly, even if it hurt more than the others. This time, it was someone who looked promising. His name was Toji- someone who you met at online. You were a bit wary of him though, since he seemed like the type to abandon his own son and sell him to a clan who wants to kill him, but you weren’t too sure. That was what first dates were for, to learn more about them, right? 

It was 5pm, and you were starting to get ready to go to the bar where you guys planned to meet up. You hummed to your favorite song playing on a speaker nearby as you did your makeup, feeling just a bit nervous about the upcoming date. Generally, people online didn’t live up to much of your standards. As you were dabbing on blush, the doorbell rang. Curiously, you weren’t expecting anyone here at this time. Putting your brush down, you speed-walked to the door, yelling “Coming!” and looking through the peephole.

To your surprise, you saw an eye staring right back at you.

You inhaled a sharp breath before yanking your eye away from the hole and taking a step back from the door. Until you heard a familiar voice.

“Yuji, stop peeking in from that side. It won’t work,” said Choso.

“But I wanted to see if she was there yet!” Yuji’s voice whined.

Breathing a sigh of relief that it was just Choso and his brother, you unlocked and opened the door, being met with Yuji’s beaming smile and Choso right there with him. 

“Gosh, Yuji! You scared me with your eye!” you said. “Why are you here at my apartment anyway?” 

Choso sighed. “Because-”

“Because the skibidi toilet live stream is happening right now!! And it said to bring a friend for double aura points!!” Yuji continued, eyes sparkling.

You blinked at him once. Twice. Aura points? What’s that? You look up to Choso, silently asking him if what Yuji said was what is actually happening, and Choso just gave it a short nod.

“Umm… sure… You can-”

Before you could finish your sentence, Yuji rushed in, laughing. He quickly turned on the TV and navigated Youtube to pull up the livestream.

You turn your attention back to Choso. He coughs a little in his hand, then explains that that livestream told everyone to bring a friend, and Yuji insisted on going to your home to watch the livestream with him. 

You felt happy that Yuji chose you to be his friend watching with him, but then again, you had to go in around thirty minutes. You looked back at Yuji and then back to Choso.

“Um, I don’t think I’ll be able to stay and watch the whole livestream, Choso. I’m really sorry…” you said, a pit forming in your stomach.

Choso gave you a pointed look. “Another date?” he asked. You nod slowly, feeling regret that you couldn’t stay.

Choso was silent for a few seconds. 

He can stop you now, he thought. Now was a good opportunity to stop you from ruining yourself all over again. He just needed a place where you and him could talk about it without Yuji overhearing. 

Opening his mouth, he says nervously, “Hey, can we talk somewhere?”

Curious, you followed him into your bedroom. You closed the door behind you, and asked, “So what’s up?” 

Choso stood in front of the closed door and took a deep breath.

“Don’t go on that date.”

Immediately, your reaction was a quick “Huh?”. You registered what he said- you just didn’t believe it. 

Choso paused again. “I’m serious, y/n. Don’t go on that date.”

“Why?”

He didn’t answer for a second. He had his hands in his pockets, looking at the floor. His position didn’t come off as someone who was sure about what he was going to say, which made you question him even more.

“Why Choso? Do you… know this guy or anything?” you say, unsurely . “Or do you have magic powers and can tell the future?” you joke with a light smile, trying to ease the tension. 

He stayed silent for another second. “Just…don’t,” he reiterated, making you even more confused.

“Why? Should I be worried or anything?” 

Seeing him this unsure made you panic a little. You didn’t understand why he was being so secretive. Or maybe he was waiting for you to figure out the reason yourself?

“Is it because of him? Does he have a bad rep or anything I didn’t hear of?”

“No, I don’t know him. I just don’t want you to go.”

Huh? So what was his reason on why he doesn’t want you to go? Wait, was he saying that he doesn’t want you to go on the date, or he doesn’t want you to go in general, what did he mean?

“Oh, is it because of Yuji’s skibidi thing? Is that why you want me to stay?”

Choso could feel this conversation is going in the wrong direction. He needed to speak his mind- but how? 

“No, no it isn’t about that either… It’s…”

His sudden pause makes you fidgety. What did he have to tell you that was so important? You checked your phone for the time- 5:36. You needed to be going in almost ten minutes, and you still haven’t finished your makeup.

You don’t want to interupt Choso on what he wants to tell you- but what does he need to say that has to take this long for him to think about it?

“It’s what?”

He sighed. Maybe he should just tell his truth and go in blind. He saw you check your phone for the time, he knew you were getting a little impatient. He needed to be quick.

“Look, y/n. I don’t want you to go because… you need to give yourself time to heal before you move on.”

He did it. He said the words. You would have to get it now. By the end of this, you’ll get it. Maybe he’ll finally be able to stop you.

His words stunned you a bit. Heal? Move on? You already did, right? Why was he so concerned over this now? 

“What do you mean by that?” you ask. Truthfully- you knew exactly what he meant, you just needed to confirm it.

Choso hesitates. How is this the best way to put it?

“That last breakup you had, it was really rough, even for you. You know… when you called me to pick you up from the bar, and when you slept over… you sorta…” Choso sucked his teeth in. He wasn’t sure if he should be telling you this, while you were living in blissful ignorance. 

Your mind jumped to a horrible conclusion. If you had forgotten about the whole thing, of course he would feel uncomfortable with you going to meet with another person. 

“I what? Oh my god, Choso, did I do anything? I’m so, so, so sorry if you were uncomfortable, I-”

“No! No, don’t get the wrong idea.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. At least that didn’t happen.

Choso goes on. “It was nothing like that. Um, last time, you came to me really, really upset because of that breakup.”

You thought about his words. It should ring a bell, right? How could you forget about something like that? 

What did you even say though? You had completely forgot about the thing. No recollection at all.

“Choso, I think I completely forgot about that.”

He looks up at you. “I know you did. But I really think it should be unhealthy for you to move on so quickly.”

His words echo in your head. Honestly, they had a truth to it. 

On the second hand, why was he being so protective now?

“Choso, I think I get where you’re coming from, but I still need to go, you know.” You checked the time on your phone again. 5:38. You really, really had to be hurrying up now.

Yuji’s voice called from the living room. “Are you going to watch with me?”

Choso looked back at the door. He didn’t want to leave his little brother hanging, but he didn’t want to leave you again. 

You decided for him.

“I’m sorry Choso, I really am. How about I go on this date and see? Then we’ll talk about it more?”

You were definitely trying your best to compromise, get rid of the conversation, and get out as fast as you can, but Choso had other plans. 

“No,” he said affirmatively. “You need to stay in and let yourself rest.”

Your impatience was really getting a hold of you now. Why was he so insistent? Why couldn’t he just let you go? Was it really a big deal? 

Does he need to do this now? Right now? 

“Choso, I’m fine. Let me go.”

“No.”

“Let me go.”

“No.”

You clench your fists a little. You really shouldn’t be wasting time like this. 

“Choso, please. Why are you being so stingy about this? Since when did you start caring?”

“Since you texted me drunk and sobbed into my shoulder!”

The room was silent for a second. Did you really do that?

“I thought, after that, I would try to make and effort to not let you get yourself depressed like that ever again,” he said.

You looked at Choso in the eyes. He was staring right back into you. It all made so much more sense now. You now knew why he was trying to stop you.

But you can’t just bail out like this.

“Choso, I appreciate it. I really do. But please, I need to go to this one. It’s too late to cancel now. I’ll look like a bitch doing so.”

He was about to lose you. He didn’t want to wait another time to stop you. He had you now, why give up? He needed to say something, anything. Anything to give as an excuse. 

He grabs your wrist.

“Y/n…”

“Choso, I actually-”

“Y/n. I don’t want you to go because I love you.”

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What?

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a/n

whats up guys?! welcome to the fic that i thought was a good idea then it wasn't.

hopefully i will finish this though.

why did it take so long?

deco*27 monitoring reference yuji itadori?

originally y/n was gonna blow tf up and be a whole bitch then it felt weird so i had to rewrite the entire last part

when the plot is swiss cheesing.

or am i just reading into this too much?

hello brain rot yuji i love you with all my heart

thank you for reading <3

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Bite - Vampire pt.2

(Sasha x Reader) - Word Count: 2.3k

Creature: 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

Extra Notes: Later post than normal today, but day 3/5 and two more days until Halloween! Also, check out last year’s part one right here

It was hard for you to forget what had happened at the club the last time you were here. You tried not to think about it the past year, only allowing yourself to remember it for a second before pushing it back down. But when you saw Sasha in the cafe, you couldn’t ignore the memories anymore - you remembered her, and you remembered what she is.

She had confidently walked up to you this morning, bringing you a coffee and striking up a conversation. At first, you wished you could pretend to not recognize her, to thank her for the coffee and then go about your day never having to remember that boy with the long hair and that horrible place with those horrible creatures. You wanted to cut her off in the middle of her loud and exhausting attempt to catch up with you, as if you were old friends, but you soon realized she wasn’t doing this to be nice, she wanted to use you for something.

She tried to dance around the truth, but you could see through her facade. You could see how nervously she glanced around the room and how fidgety her fingers were on the side of her coffee cup. You waited for the shoe to drop, furrowing your eyebrows and leaning closer to her with every minute of useless information she used to sway your mind. Right when you had thought that maybe you were wrong and she really was being nice, that’s when it happened.

She admitted to you why she was here.

She wanted you to go back to the club tonight.

You refused immediately and persistently, but now that you think of it, it didn’t take a lot of convincing to get you here. You said no, she said please, you said maybe, she said please, and now you’re standing in line on a cold night in late October, wondering how the hell you allowed yourself to be put back in this situation.

You still had nightmares about that boy’s teeth, and how much it ached to feel your blood being sucked out of your body. You thought you were going to die that night, you had put your life in the hands of a murderer, and you thought that that would be the last mistake you’d ever make.

You had spent the last year trying to mend your brain back to the way it was before that night. You seeked professional help, ignored Mikasa’s many, many texts about going back with her and how much he missed you. And, you decided that that was a mistake you had made and you would never make it again.

But boy were you wrong - you made the mistake again.

And now you’re back at this damned club tonight.

Your body shook as you waited for this line to move even an inch, but it was like nobody was being let into the club at all. You had forgotten how exclusive Freedom was with who’s allowed to enter, and you raked your brain for some sort of memory of what could get you out of the cold faster, it was beginning to make goosebumps stand up on your bare legs. Mikasa had had something that made her presentable to the bouncer, some sort of clothing item-

“Here you go,” You heard Sasha’s sweet voice and felt her cold hands press a piece of fabric to your shoulders before seeing her standing beside you.

“Uhm, thank you.” You looked down and saw a red scarf hanging from your shoulders, and Sasha’s hand gently caressing your arm. She guided you through the line, ignoring the snarky comments made by the obviously upset college students waiting in line. “How did you know I was getting cold?”

Sasha grinned at you, “This isn’t for you, it’s for him.” She turned to the bouncer and winked at him as he let the both of you pass. “He needs to see that you’re-” She took a moment to think through her words- “Not like the others.”

You ignored Sasha’s explanation and walked with her through the club. It looked just as you remember it; the LED lights, the dancing people, the red scarves discarded to the floor.

You felt yourself stubbornly stomp your feet, halting you and Sasha’s journey to their normal room. You can’t go back into that room, it took you a year for you to feel okay and now she’s restarting all of your process. You feel like she’s robbing you of a normal life, a normal mental state, a normal fucking experience as a college student.

“I can’t,” Your voice cracked as you spoke, finally feeling the tears streaming down your cheeks and the familiar weight of these memories on your shoulders, “I can’t go back there, I can’t stand to be there on that damn couch and to see that asshole again. He-he ruined my life.”

“Okay, okay.” Sasha looked genuinely distressed, rubbing her hands up and down your arms while she held you at arms length from herself. “We won’t, fuck Eren, you don’t have to see him ever again if you don’t want to.”

Eren, that was his name, you had honestly forgotten.

You looked at Sasha through blurry vision, “You’re sure?”

“Of course.” Sasha smiled, and weirdly enough, you felt safe.

Sasha led you quietly through the loud club. You passed through people and up close, you could see the horrendous sight that was Freedom. The regulars of the club were close to their counterparts, kissing their necks passionately while the regular held them to their bodies in a tight hug - or that’s what it would look like to somebody who had never been here before, but you knew better. You knew there was no kissing involved with these couples, it was all biting and sucking.

You felt bad for the regulars who had gotten stuck in this cycle and were constantly being used as blood bags. You were almost exactly like them, but you got out while you still could. You pitied the people like Mikasa, and how desperately she needed to be here every week, craving the feeling of her blood being sucked out of her body and the feeling of being needed, desired, and cared for.

These creatures were smart, they knew what made mortals tick. They knew mortals desired money, love, and compassion, so that’s what they got. The mortals came here every week, meeting up with the same people, going through the same routine; they got gifts, they felt loved, they were taken care of with an endlessly supply of drinks and food all night long in exchange for one thing - their blood.

It must seem like an easy exchange in some of their heads. It’s only blood to them, but it wasn’t only blood to you, you had changed your mind on the whole matter. You knew if you were to ever be in that same position again, you’d have to hear a promise of loyalty for you in order to feel completely safe giving yourself away like that.

“Okay,” Sasha finally spoke after guiding you to a smaller alcove hidden behind a red curtain on the far right wall of the dancefloor. “Here we are, you can put your purse anywhere, we’ll just be visitors for the night. I’m honestly not interested in all of the normal happenings of this place, I just want to get to know you tonight, okay?”

You furrowed your eyebrows suspiciously, “Okay.”

You took a quick mental note of the fact that Sasha didn’t close the curtain to hide the alcove once you had both sat down. And, you took a second quick mental note of how close Sasha sat to you once she had found a comfortable spot on the booth. She was close enough to touch, and close enough to you that the candlelight on the table helped you see every little detail of her face; her brown eyes that were slightly bloodshot, brown hair falling over her dangling over her forehead, and a few small freckles splattered across her nose and cheeks.

You had never been this close to her before, it made your heart pound in your chest; and you were sure she heard your heart rate too considering she even glanced down at your chest for a second before grinning up at you.

“Do I make you nervous?” Sasha asked with one slightly raised eyebrow.

You had to admit that yes, she did make you nervous. Her eyes were piercing into your soul so deeply you felt as if she could read your every emotion. If you didn’t already know what Sasha was, then you’d be surprised by the slightly sharper teeth replacing the spot where a normal person’s canines would be. Last time, and the only time, you had seen her using her teeth on a mortal, you had mistaken it for passionate kisses instead of the gruesome truth.

“No,” You lied smoothly, but she still didn’t believe you.

Sasha raised her eyebrows at you, “I could if you wanted me to.”

“Why would I want you to make me nervous?” You giggled breathily in the small space between you and Sasha’s faces. “That doesn’t sound pleasant at all.”

“It could be pleasant, if you wanted it to be.”

Your laughter echoed off of the walls of the small alcove, “You’re ridiculous!”

“Ridiculously-” Sasha paused for a moment, piquing your interest and giving herself time to think of a clever way of ending her sentence- “Interested in kissing you right now, if you wanted me to, of course.”

Your heart pounded a little bit quicker against your chest, and you tried to ignore Sasha’s gentle grin once she heard the rapid beating. Your mouth felt dry and your body felt hot and if you were just a little bit stupider, you were sure you’d be completely comfortable being in the worst place on earth with the sweetest girl on earth. But, you unfortunately knew better and wouldn’t allow yourself to be completely enamored by the girl in front of you.

But, you supposed it wouldn’t hurt to let her kiss you just this once.

You nodded, “You can, I want you to.”

Sasha gently caressed her thumb across your cheekbone until she leaned in and lightly pressed her lips against your own. She was so soft; her skin, her lips, her touch, she kissed you as if you were delicate, you felt like glass in her hands.

She must’ve noticed how deeply you enjoyed her kisses because she began to deepen them. Sasha opened her mouth with each kiss, inviting you to do the same and welcome her tongue into your mouth. You moaned around her tongue, your lips sucking on it slightly before separating and going back in.

The moment between you two moved quickly and slowly at the same time. You felt as if her hand had suddenly teleported to your thighs, creeping under the skirt of your dress. And at the same time, you felt every moment in between; her one hand on the back of your neck and her other hand making its way down from your hip to the outside of your thigh and then underneath the skirt of your dress.

Her fingers teased your clit from the other side of your panties, only touching you lightly and then moving away and then coming back and then moving away. The repetition drove you insane, you instantly became desperate. To save some face, you decided not to say anything and instead show her how badly you wanted more.

You brought your hand down to Sasha’s hand, curling your fingers gently over her wrist. After a few moments, you tightened your grip on her wrist and brought her fingers closer. You gasped from the sudden pressure as Sasha separated from your lips, whispering into your mouth.

“If you wanted me to touch you more, you could’ve just asked.” Sasha’s voice sounded raspier than normal, it sounded like she might have been losing her breath from the kisses as well. “You’re so desperate for me.”

You smiled as her fingers slowly found their way past your panties, “Shut up,” Your voice came out breathily, “And just touch me already.”

Sasha’s fingers gently caressed your entrance and then swooped back up to your clit, using your slick to move around your clit more smoothly. The feeling caused you to arch your back, pressing your body closer to her body.

You now sloppily kissed Sasha, her tongue moving in and out of your mouth and swallowing your moans. You could hear her moaning against your mouth, she was so deeply invested in your pleasure, you could’ve sworn she was close to coming too. Her lips slowly moved from your lips and down to your overly sensitive neck.

With your body convulsing from pleasure, you suddenly became aware of the unclosed curtain that should be blocking you and Sasha from the outside world if she had closed it. At first, you were unsure of why she’d even leave it open - assuming it wasn’t an accident - but now you were sure.

Of course it wasn't an accident because while your body exploded with pleasure, you made eye contact with the club members, and more specifically a pair of very curious emerald eyes. You recognized him immediately considering he had haunted your nightmares consistently for the last year.

Your fingers gripped into Sasha’s back from desperation, pleasure, and fear. You wanted to tell her who you can see staring at you from afar with a cocky grin plastered on his face. Just as the words were about to reach your lips, you felt a sharp pain pierce through the sensitive skin of your neck, and gasped as you once again felt your blood being sucked from your body.

Lookalike - Pieck

(Pieck x Reader) - Word Count: 1.9k

Creature: 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

Extra Notes: Next up for Halloween we have some spooky Pieck Finger!

The walk through the woods was lonely since nobody wanted to join you in going night-swimming. You were camping with your entire friend group - all seven of them - and not a single one of them cared about going swimming with you. You were certain all of your friends were boring for not joining you, including your boring ass girlfriend who declined the offer as well.

At least she did it nicely, you hated to admit, Pieck basically coddled you before declining the offer whereas the rest of your friends didn’t care so much about your emotions. Mikasa said no before you even had the full question out of your mouth, and Sasha and Connie admitted the s’mores they were making were more important. Armin just shrugged without giving you a solid answer, but Eren declined for both of them. Which at that point only left Jean’s answer, but he seemed to be avoiding you to get away from breaking your heart.

So now you walk alone on the dirt path through the woods, searching for the lake your friends had pointed you into the direction of. It would be easier if they could’ve just shown you where the water is considering they were the ones who discovered it earlier. You were too headstrong to head back now, you knew if you had to use their help, you’d rather just admit defeat and stay with them by the fire instead.

But, lucky for your swimsuit, you hated admitting defeat.

You finally found the lake only a few minutes after some whispered cursing and lighthearted wishes of your friend’s downfalls. The full moon hung high in the sky and reflected nicely over the surface of the water, rippling along with the light lake’s light waves. The sight was beautiful, well worth the ten minute terrifyingly lonely walk through the dark woods.

Once you had stepped onto the sand surrounding the lake, you reached down to slip your sandals from your feet before taking off the outer layer of your clothes. You let your soft shorts fall down your legs and to the sand below you with one solid push, and then you pull your shirt over your head and let it fall beside your shorts and shoes.

Now that you were standing by yourself on the shore of Titan Lake, you wondered why exactly you were even wearing a swimsuit. It wasn’t like anyone joined you and would be uncomfortable by your naked body, you were completely by yourself out here - and even a solid ten minute walk from everyone else. Nobody would happen upon you skinny dipping, if you were to do so, so why not?

You unclasped the back of your bikini top and let the fall on top of your other discarded clothing. With your chest out and glowing due to the moon’s beautiful silver shine, you felt confident enough in your decision to let your bikini bottoms follow suit of your top.

You walked slowly into the water, feeling magical. You understood now all of those stories of witches who used to dance naked around the forest at night, if given the opportunity, you were now sure you’d join them. Being naked underneath the night sky made your confidence peak.

The water felt like ice against your body, but you suffered through until the surface was up to your shoulders, covering your entire body. Chills spread across your skin as your body numbed to the temperature of the water, making you feel a comfortable middle - neither warm nor cold.

You were so distracted by the cold water and the new feeling across your body that you nearly missed the sound of leaves rustling along the shore of the lake. You quickly threw your hands over your body as if the person could even see that you were naked - and even if they could, your hands couldn’t cover enough of your body for you to feel decent about it.

“Who’s there?” You yelled from the water, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and very scared at the same time. The air had suddenly gotten colder, the breeze now sending stronger ripples through the water surface of the lake. You felt like the final girl in every horror movie you had ever seen; scared, alone, and the final target for some deranged psychopath.

“Don’t worry,” a familiar soft voice said as a silhouette you’d recognize anywhere came out from behind the trees and into the moonlight. “It’s just me.”

You took a deep breath of relief, “Thank god, Pieck. You scared the shit out of me, I thought you were-” You suddenly noticed something very odd about your girlfriend, her silhouette was something only you’d recognize considering you’re the only person who sees her in such a way- “Why are you naked?”

Pieck raised her eyebrows with a light grin, “Why are you naked?”

Your face felt hot as your hands grabbed at your bare body once again. She had seen you naked thousands of times over the years, so you weren’t sure why you felt so uncomfortable under her gaze. It embarrassed you for your girlfriend to see you in this vulnerable state.

“I didn’t realize you could see me,” You whispered mostly to yourself.

Pieck giggled as she came into the lake towards you. The water moved around her as if it were hugging her from all around, it seemed to invite her in as if she were made of water herself. Pieck glowed under the moonlight, it was like she was made just to be standing here, in this specific lake, under this specific moon, on this specific night.

“Hello,” Pieck spoke with a light smile across her lips. “Fancy seeing you here.”

You tilted your head towards your girlfriend, “Yeah, I was actually thinking the same thing about you.” She raised her eyebrows at you curiously. “You said you didn’t feel like joining me in swimming tonight.”

“Right,” Pieck spoke slowly and carefully, “I, uhm, I didn’t want the others to think we were sneaking away to do-” She took a brief pause, the gears in her head turning quickly- “To do dirty stuff.”

“Yeah.” You giggled lightly to yourself as you reached forward to gracefully touch Pieck’s arm. “Nice thinking.”

Pieck’s long black hair looked as if every individual strand were made of silk - and you made a mental note to ask her later about what conditioner she used. If you hadn't just watched her walk into the water after you, you would’ve been certain she had dipped her hair in the lake before you’d gotten here. Under the moon’s light, her hair looked wet with strands of silver poking through the black.

You reached out to touch her hair because you desperately wanted to see if it felt how it looked. Much to your surprise, her hair felt normal - but it still looked fantastic.

“Baby,” You whispered to your girlfriend as you took a step towards her in the water, closing the space between your bodies. You were close enough now that you could feel her chest against your own, a familiar sensation that always turned you on, you loved feeling her tits against your body. “I’m really glad you came out here with me after all.”

Pieck brought her lips towards your own, only stopping an inch away from your mouth, “Me too.”

You curled your fingers into her hair and moved them around to the back of her head. You used your hand’s new placement to bring Pieck’s face closer to your own, pressing your lips together gently. You’ve kissed this girl thousands of times, but this kiss felt new - her lips tasted salty, like the ocean.

You pressed your body closer to your girlfriend’s until you could feel every inch of her against your skin. Her arms circled around your body as you squeezed your leg between her own. You brought your thigh up, a move you had done a thousand times to her, but she still breathed as if it were the first.

“Are you okay, baby?” You whispered under your breath to Pieck, and all she could do was nod and moan against your mouth in response.

You felt as Pieck moved her hips against your thigh, fucking herself on your leg. You felt your girlfriend rub her clit on your body, using you as if you were an object created simply just to pleasure her. You had to admit you always liked being on this side of the arrangement, listening to Pieck whine and moan into your neck as she grinded on your thigh drove you insane.

She dug her fingers into your back, pulling your body closer to her. You could feel her unraveling against you and her nails feeling desperate as they dug into your skin. Her moans were all you could hear, you couldn’t even hear your own voice when you whispered to Pieck.

“Are you close, baby?” You said sweetly into her ear.

Pieck nodded frantically and spoke breathily, “Yes, yeah yeah.”

You brought your lips back to Pieck’s lips, kissing her passionately as her body convulsed on top of you. You felt her legs shake with pleasure as her moans came out in a finishing squeal. Her lips seemed to give up on kissing you, only focusing on the pleasure coming from between her legs instead.

“Are you okay?” You asked sweetly, running your hand gently over her hair.

“Yes, I am.” Pieck nodded lazily and then leaned back to make eye contact with you. “Thank you.”

You giggled, “You don’t - that’s so weird, please don’t say-”

Pieck glanced quickly at the moon, her eyes widened as she pushed away from your body, “I’m sorry, I have to go.”

“Pieck, baby, what? Where?”

Your girlfriend moved quickly from the water, and where the resistance of the lake held you back, it didn’t seem to have the same effect on her. By the time your feet had made it out of the water and making deep footprints in the sand, Pieck was gone. You looked around for her frantically, but with no luck, she wasn’t anywhere to be found - she wasn’t on the shore, she wasn’t in between the trees, and she wasn’t making her way down the path back to the campsite.

You quickly grabbed your clothes and shoes, only throwing on your sandals, shirt, and shorts in a moment of haste. You ran down the woodsy and dark path back to the campsite, hoping to get to your friends quickly in order to find wherever Pieck had disappeared off to. The soles of your sandals slapped against the bottom of your feet, creating the only sound you could hear - not even an owl cooing or a leaf rustling could be heard.

Once you made it back to the campsite, you stopped in front of the fire you had left your friends around. They all ate s’mores and made jokes and laughed with each other, taking a few minutes to even notice you standing there. Your friends looked between each other and then back at you, confused about why you were acting so weird.

Of course they wouldn’t get it. They weren’t in that lake with Pieck, they didn’t watch her run off into the woods naked and wet and alone. They didn’t run back to the campsite as quickly as possible, preparing to beg them to search the woods for her. So, of course they wouldn’t get how terrified you were to see Pieck in front of you.

She looked beautiful in the moonlight, just different, familiar. This is Pieck. Whatever you had been with was not. They only looked the same in the moment, but now you were sure. This is the real Pieck, this is your girlfriend.

“What the fuck?” You whispered mostly to yourself.

Pieck stood up from her chair, completely discarding her s’more to the ground, “Are you okay, honey?”

High Tide

Pairing: Sasha x F!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: Thigh Riding, Fingering

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, yeah, him.”

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

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

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

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

“Don’t.”

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

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

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

It would be perfect if this opportunity presented itself correctly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sasha nodded slowly, “Mhm.”

You turned to the boy, “And you are?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sasha nodded, “Definitely.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You made it!” Jean shouted.

You smiled, “I made it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Follow me?

And attached to the message was her exact location.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, do you-”

“I was thinking-”

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

“What makes them special?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay. Yeah. You can.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lay down,” You said sternly.

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

“Good.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course,” You said breathlessly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And, I’d prefer a bed this time.”

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

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

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

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

The Witch

(Pieck x Reader) - Word Count: 3.7k

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

Warnings: Obsession, Fingering (Giving)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No. Why are you seeing me again?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The magic voice led me here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want you to kiss me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

Slumber Party

Pairing: Sasha x Reader

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Implied Praise Kink, Cunnilingus

Quick Summary: Sleepover with Sasha turns sexual.

Notes: This was inspired by the song Slumber Party by Ashnikko, I hope you guys enjoy!

6:13 PM

Your feet ran down the stairs quicker than you could keep up with after you heard the familiar ding of the doorbell. You ran through your living room, and right to the front door. You knew who waited on the other side - since she waited there every Friday night - but you were still filled with excitement at finally seeing her again.

Once you had unlocked the door handle, you swung the door open immediately, taking no time to think about what you were doing. Light flooded in from the outside, the sun setting in the distance and Sasha’s shadow laid on the living room’s carpeted floor.

Sasha stood in front of you with her duffel bag over one shoulder and her phone in the opposite hand. She wore jean shorts - since today had been one of the hottest days all summer - and a grey tank top. She also wore a pair of flip flops with a bright blue anklet around her pale ankle.

Sasha glanced up from the messages open on her phone, “Hi.”

You smiled wide at your best friend, “Hi.” Sasha quickly locked her phone and dropped her bag, opening her arms wide for you and you walked forward to accept the hug. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too. We haven’t seen each other in like-” Sasha took a second to think about her next words- “Two days?”

“Three,” You said against her shoulder, “If you don’t count our FaceTime calls.”

“Right,” Sasha said into your hair, “‘Cause if we were counting those, I saw you two hours ago.”

You took a step back from Sasha, “Well, I needed somebody to tell me my makeup was pretty.”

“That’s not fair.” Sasha grinned. “You always look pretty.”

You playfully pushed Sasha’s shoulder, trying to distract her from seeing your obviously embarrassed face. Your face and ears were heating up with blood and you couldn’t wipe the wide smile from your mouth. You didn’t want your best friend to see how physically embarrassed you got from hearing her compliment you; you refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing how high you hold her opinion.

It wasn’t strange to hear Sasha compliment you - in fact, it would have been weirder if she hadn’t complimented you - but hearing Sasha say a sweet word about your person always made you crawl back into your metaphorical hermit shell. You never knew how to respond to Sasha’s kind words about your appearance because they always felt genuine instead of a way of being generally nice.

“I was thinking we could order pizza later,” You said, “And I have ice cream in the freezer and I made sure to buy some soda for you-”

“Did you remember my favorite kind?” Sasha’s face was taken up mostly with a wide smile as she awaited your answer.

“Of course.” You grinned softly to the brown haired girl in front of you. “I always remember everything you tell me.”

Sasha giggled before taking your distance from the door as a way of entrance. She walked inside the apartment she’s been to a million times. But, this time felt different almost - as if she could feel the impending series of events for the next day and a half playing out in front of her already.

8:47 PM

“Well,” You said as your hips shifted closer to her hips, “If you stop squirming, then it won’t be so hard to get the eyeliner just right. Got it?”

Sasha furrowed her already filled eyebrows at you, “But, I have a cramp in my hip. I can’t not shift when all I’m feeling on my left side is pure pain.”

It wasn’t completely a lie, Sasha was in pain but not exactly how she had disclosed to you. Sasha could feel her stomach inflating with nerves the longer you leaned in to be so close to her. She was used to you deciding to do activities in the spur of a moment, but she wasn’t expecting you to beg her to let you do her makeup if she showed you that picture - she wasn’t really sure why you chose this way to do her makeup either.

Usually, when a person gets their makeup done, the makeup artist will be sitting right beside them, leaning in close and getting everything just right. Which is not at all what you’re doing at the moment, you’re leaning in close - sure, but that’s where the similarities in the two scenarios end.

You were sitting on Sasha’s hips atop of the neat covers of your bed. You were straddling her waist and pressing yourself deeper into her pelvis with each concentrated movement. She knows her hip doesn’t hurt as badly as she says - in fact, she could sit underneath you all day long if you’d have her - but, she feels her stomach flutter with butterflies the longer you’re on top of her, and she wishes she could touch you but she doesn’t know if the action will make you uncomfortable or not, so she doesn’t.

You sigh before picking up your hips from her hips, “I’ll move but I’m not finished with your makeup.”

“Huh?” Sasha asks with bright red cheeks and widened eyes. She thought complaining about her hip would surely make you scram but you almost seem determined to stay on top of her.

“Here.” You lifted your hips enough so that her’s could be free underneath you. You still straddled her sides, but now you situated your ass into the air and your shirt had shifted forward. Sasha wasn’t sure how it was possible, but she knew the situation had gotten worse - or maybe, better - for her. All she wanted now was either to look down your shirt, place her hands on your ass and grind you down into her or kiss you passionately from underneath you - but, she didn’t know how you’d feel about any of those options so she stays still in silent agony.

She closed her eyes when you asked, she blinked slowly when you asked, and she puckered her lips when you asked. And, even though she couldn’t do what she wanted to do, she still got a bit of pleasure every time she did as you asked. You’d make sure to tell her exactly how you felt about her submission, whispering praise into the space between your faces - each praise giving Sasha another thing to worry about between her hips.

11:24 PM

The blanket kept falling off of your shoulder, exposing the bare skin to the coldness of your living room. You snuggled your body in closer to Sasha, pressing the cold skin of your shoulder against her warm bicep. She leaned into your touch, gently laying her head on top of your own in order to trap your cheek to her body.

You could fall asleep where you sat, cuddled close to your best friend and barely listening to the distant sounds of the movie in front of you. The coldness of the room was working as melatonin to your already tired body. Your eyes fluttered closed, snapping open every few minutes once your mind realized you were starting to drift off.

“This is the best part,” Sasha suddenly said by your side. You nodded weakly against her arm which got Sasha’s attention. She glanced at you for a moment, watching you from the corner of her eyes. “Are you even watching?”

Sasha looked over to your partially open eyes looking up into her face through your thick eyelashes. You swallowed back the sleepiness that had crept so steadily upon you as you attempted to look awake. But, Sasha saw right through your poor facade, shaking your head from her shoulder with disappointment.

“You’re asleep!” Sasha turned to you, her eyes wide with shock. “But, this is the best part!”

“I’m sorry,” You groaned the words out, “I’m just so tired.”

Sasha pouted at you, “Do you not like the movie?”

“No.” Adrenaline shot through your body as you attempted to convince your best friend. “I- I really like this movie! I just need a cup of coffee or something! The movie’s really good, I swear.”

Sasha took a deep breath, “It’s too late for coffee.” Your eyes darted behind Sasha’s shoulder at the living room window. She was right, the moon was high in the sky and only darkness seeped in through the glass behind the curtains. Sasha's next words came out as a question, “But, it’s not too late for ice cream.”

Your eyes snapped back to Sasha’s filled with sudden excitement, “I do have ice cream.”

Sasha smiled wide, “Perfect!” She leaned over and grabbed the remote from the coffee table, swiftly pausing the movie.

You led Sasha from the living room and to the kitchen, and you could feel her eyes on your back as you walked. It was hard not to look at you, especially in the pieces of clothing you wore as pajamas. You walked around your apartment in a velvet pair of sleep shorts and a tank top that stopped right above your belly button, creating a stripe of soft skin between the hem of your shirt and the waist of your shorts.

You didn’t leave your apartment most nights, either by yourself or with Sasha. You preferred dressing scandalously to bed and cuddling deep into your blanket to keep your body warm. And, when Sasha slept over, you instead used each other’s body heat to keep warm during the night, snuggling close to each other under your thick blanket.

You felt Sasha’s gaze heavy on the skin of your back and then again as it moved to your hips and ass. She watched as your sides moved back and forth with each step. She stared mindlessly at the dimples that swayed on the small of your back.

You turned around to Sasha once you stood in the middle of the kitchen. Sasha’s gaze slowly found your face, instead running gently over the front of your body. Then, finally, Sasha’s light brown eyes stared into your own.

You looked away from Sasha’s peering eyes. Sometimes holding eye contact with her was too much for you, it all felt much too intense and overwhelming. Holding eye contact with her made your stomach turn with butterflies and made your mind go wild with random thoughts that you tried to ignore most days. Thoughts of something big happening, whether it be a long awaited simple kiss or an asteroid through the room you both sat in.

You instead stared at the tiled floor of the kitchen as she watched you, “I have rocky road and metropolitan.” You glanced back at Sasha to see her smiling at you. You furrowed your eyebrows at your best friend, trying to keep your body from feeling like static. “And sprinkles.”

Sasha grinned, “I’ll have some rocky road-” After you had turned around and walked off towards the fridge, Sasha added- “Oh, and with sprinkles on top.”

You grinned into the freezer, your skin erupting in goosebumps from the wandering cold air. You grabbed the two cartons of ice cream, placing them on the counter beside the fridge before walking towards the lazy Susan in which the sprinkles were.

You turned from the corner of the kitchen, now realizing the new obstacle in your way of the sprinkles. Sasha had found her normal spot in the kitchen, sitting on the counter above the lazy Susan. Her feet dangled in front of the cabinet, and her eyes watched you as you walked around the kitchen with a purpose.

You walked over to Sasha, grinning at her before glancing at the cabinet she sat in front of. You were hoping your best friend would get the message without you having to ask because you weren’t sure how to ask for permission between her legs without seemingly asking for everything you’ve ever wanted.

“Sash’,” You said sweetly, “Can I-?” You pointed at the lazy Susan, silently asking her the rest of the question.

All she did in response to your question was tilt her head and grin playfully. She seemed to be playing a game - and it made your heart skip a beat - but you weren’t completely sure if she was. You were crazily rash sometimes, but when it came to friendship, you wouldn’t take a risk unless it was a heavily calculated move.

“What’s up?” Sasha asked innocently.

You grinned, “I need in that cabinet-” Sasha glanced down at the cabinet and then back at you, all without moving her body. “The sprinkles are in there. I need between your legs.”

Oh shit, there it is, the words you didn’t want to have to say. You couldn’t help how uncomfortably hot your body got after saying them, shifting from one leg to the other as if that would cool yourself down. And, you wished you hadn’t seen Sasha’s sudden surprise at the request, her eyes widened and her mouth in a permanent smile.

“Oh,” Sasha said with a tone dripping with cockiness, “You need between my legs? Then, what’s the password?”

You stared at Sasha with squinted eyes, “You have a password for between your legs? Are you wearing a chastity belt or something?”

“I guess that’s the only thing that would make sense.” Sasha giggled before raising a single eyebrow at you. “But, what’s the password?”

“You were serious?” Sasha nodded before you started thinking about what this mysterious password could be. “Is it 0-7-2-6-0-1?”

Sasha raised her eyebrows, “Huh?”

“Is it the same as your phone password?”

Sasha grinned, “Oh-” Sasha looked around the kitchen for a few moments before finally answering. “No.”

You sighed and thought again about what Sasha could make as a spur of the moment password. Obviously she didn’t have a leg password before this moment, so it had to be something she made up on the spot. And, a lot was on the line for you knowing this vital part of information - not only would it prove how deeply you knew Sasha, but the damn ice cream was starting to melt.

“Okay,” You said as you crossed your arms against your chest. “I’m going to spitball some out, and you tell me if I get it right, okay?”

Sasha nodded, “Alright, deal.”

This game was harder than you originally thought it would be, maybe you didn’t know Sasha at all. You thought you’d be able to guess it almost immediately, you thought you knew nearly everything about the other girl. But, she must have the most obscure leg password ever, you wouldn’t be surprised if it were in a different language altogether.

“French fries,” Sasha shook her head. “Hamburgers,” Shake. “Sausage,” Shake. “Pork,” Shake. “Milkshake.” Shake. “Is it-?”

“Why are you only guessing menu items from a diner? I like other things, you know?”

You shrugged, “I know, you just really like diner food.”

She likes other things, huh? Sure, she likes food - more than anyone you’ve ever seen in your whole life. But, it must be something outside of food, what else does Sasha like?

She likes cats, and she likes hunting and fishing with her dad, and she likes roller coaster rides that go backwards. She likes a vast array of things, so to choose just one she would think of in the matter of a few seconds seemed almost impossible.

Except, there was one thing you knew she liked more than any of those other things. She talked about it all the time, from conversations that were progressively led to the subject to randomly texting you another fact long past the time you had gone to bed and she should have gone to bed as well. She talked about it almost all of the time, how could you forget?

It was alcohol, it had to be alcohol related!

So, you thought of anything under the category, anything at all. You thought of vodkas, and rums, and whiskies - but you know she prefers mixed drinks so you switched to those names. You couldn’t think of many drinks that would make sense as her password, except for maybe strawberry daiquiri - though, that one didn’t seem to be right.

In a second, you thought of the one drink she always asks for. She asks for them no matter who the bartender is, whether it’s Jean or Connie that week. She asks for them when she sees your bottle of peach liquor sitting on the floor of your closet. She even asks if you think a place will have them when you walk past a bar you can’t get into yet since you’re both underaged. It was the only drink that completely made sense for it to be her legs' password, she loved them too much.

In a moment of adrenaline pumping through your veins at the realization of what the password must be, you screamed the drink name louder than you needed to.

“Sex on my face!” You yelled, your body going hot with the realization of what you just shouted at your best friend.

Sasha raised her eyebrows at you, “You want me to what?”

You tried to laugh off the embarrassment, but it didn’t work properly. You instead decided to smile into your hands as you covered your face. This moment wouldn’t have been embarrassing if it were anybody else, there was just too much sexual tension between you and Sasha for this conversation to be normal.

“That’s my next guess, I’m guessing the password is sex on my face.” You took a deep breath between your palms, embarrassment finally settling in and even beginning to fade the longer you didn’t think about what happened.

“It’s not,” Sasha said with a grin. “But, it was a good guess, so go ahead.”

You nodded as Sasha jumped from the counter, allowing you access to the lazy Susan. You made the adventure quick, not wanting to dwell on what you said in order to be allowed to grab the sprinkles. It was even embarrassing to feel Sasha’s eyes on your body as you crouched over and into the cabinet, something that otherwise wouldn’t have openly bothered you much.

“Do you want to know my real password?” Sasha asked as you scooped the half-melted ice cream into a bowl. You nodded, not wanting to say much of anything after what happened. “My real password was peanuts, because you have peanuts on the counter.”

You glanced at the bag of peanuts near the sink and then back to the bowl. “I guess I shouldn’t have put much thought into it, since it took you a second to even think about it.”

“You were smart with the game,” Sasha admitted, “You thought of passwords I wouldn’t have thought of in a million years, but not smart enough, I guess-” There was a moment where the only thing that could be heard was the buzzing coming from the working fridge. “Even though I do love sex on my face - take that however you want to.”

You felt your body heat up again, even as Sasha walked away from beside you. Take that however you want to. Oh my god, was Sasha hitting on you?

2:22 AM

If you moved your foot just an inch to the right, you’d be able to feel Sasha’s shin. You almost wanted to move your foot forward and finally touch her. You wanted to scoot your body across your sheets, to feel her body close to yours and feel your skin ignite with a new passion you hadn’t let out in a very long time.

You opened your eyes to see Sasha’s brown eyes staring into your own. You grinned at the girl, feeling like speaking was the only way to eliminate the awkward tension now present in the air. Part of you wished her eyes hadn’t been open, you were okay with watching her in silence - something about her knowing you liked looking at her made your stomach turn with nerves.

“Hey,” You whispered into your partially dark bedroom, “Are you tired?”

Sasha shook her head against the pillow, smushing her cheek even deeper into the plushness, “Not even a little bit. How about you?”

You sighed, “Nope.”

The silence was back, but it wasn’t awkward like the last time - this was a new comfortable silence. In the moment, all you could do was watch Sasha and all she could do was watch you right back.

You wondered what the brown haired girl was thinking about. Your first assumption was food considering the girl’s eating habits, but after a second thought - you knew better than to guess that. You then assumed that maybe the girl was thinking of you.

Sasha was probably tossing and turning the idea of you in her head, or at least you hoped she was. You hoped she was thinking about the way you look right now with the moon shining in through the window behind you. And, you hoped she thought about how warm you felt on the couch, pressed up against her earlier. And, you hoped she thought about how warm you would feel underneath her, completely naked and-

Not now. You closed your eyes to hide the thoughts in your head, and you hoped covering your irises would keep Sasha from knowing what you were thinking about. Now wasn’t the time to think about your best friend that way, not when the option was so possible.

“Hey,” Sasha whispered into the quiet space between you, “What kind of car would you be, if you had to be one?”

You opened one of your eyes, “What?”

“You heard me.” Sasha grinned as she watched you think of the few types of cars you could actually name off of the top of your head. “I think I’d be a pickup truck-” Sasha ignored your loud snort- “Because I’m tall, kind of. And, I like carrying things, I don’t really know why - I guess I like being helpful. And, my dad’s got a farm, so it’s perfect.”

You smiled wide at Sasha, “Do you want to try again and maybe pick any other car on the planet?”

“What’s wrong with pickup trucks?” Sasha tucked a fallen strand of hair behind her ear. “Pickup trucks are cool, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” You said sarcastically.

Sasha playfully pushed at your shoulder, “Alright, if I have to choose a different type of car, then I guess I’d be a-” Sasha took a second to think- “A tractor.”

“Shut up,” You spoke through a loud fit of laughter.

“I’m serious.” Sasha giggled with you. “I’d either be a pickup truck or a tractor - I mean it.”

“One,” You said with a grin, “Tractors aren’t even considered cars. And, two, no you wouldn’t be a tractor because they are loud and dirty and-” You shrugged- “Actually, that kind of works for you.”

“Hey!” Sasha's voice had gone up a few octaves for that one word. She pushed at your shoulder again, this time her hand lingering on your body.

You giggled, “You’re the one who said it, Sash’, I was only repeating it.” Sasha grinned at you, her hand still on your shoulder and now making its way down your bicep. “And, I think I’d be a mustang. One, I’m sleek and luxurious. And two, I like to go fast.”

“Really?” Sasha’s fingers drew invisible circles above your elbow. Her fingers were slender and warm and the circles were drawn in a smooth and consistent motion. “Could you have picked a more cliché type of car?”

You wrinkled your nose at the girl, “At least I chose a car.”

The room grew quiet again, but the silence was different from the last two times - neither awkward nor comfortable. Instead, the silence was full, like there were so many words being spoken into the space around you. The darkness of the room told each other your deepest, darkest secrets and part of you knew Sasha could hear your every thought that kept you awake at night.

She could hear what you thought about before eventually falling asleep. She could hear your mental grocery lists about the things you needed to pick up the next evening. And, she heard your mental relivings of memories you only thought about when nobody could see the pain written across your face. And, she heard the feelings you had bottled up for so long - feelings all about how badly you wanted to feel her hands all over your body.

And, what was so wrong with wanting your best friend on top of you, honestly? Everybody felt this way at least once in their lives. And, what was so wrong with finally going for it? Every single sexual or romantic relationship started with one of the people taking a chance, and it seemed you just had to be that person.

“Sasha,” You whispered into the dark space between both of your faces.

“Mhm,” Sasha mumbled back, her hand finally reaching your wrist.

You took a deep breath, “Do you ever think of me at night?”

Sasha grinned, “All of the time - why do you ask?”

Sasha’s fingers now found your palm, the tickling motion causing your own fingers to jump. Her hand was so warm against your hand, and you didn’t want her to stop touching you. You would prefer if she touched you all over your body, but you were willing to settle with just holding her hand in the darkness, if that’s all she wanted.

“Because,” You said with a smile, “I think about you too - at night, during the day, in the mornings, in my dreams - all of the time, like you said.”

Sasha’s fingers intertwined with your fingers, her palm resting gently against your own. Sasha didn’t need to say anything for you to suddenly hear her thoughts. She must have felt the same way considering her hand stayed against your own even when she leaned in to kiss you.

Sasha’s mouth was soft, and you could taste the ghost of her strawberry chapstick still on her lips. Her mouth moved gently at first, metaphorically testing the waters before diving in. Her kisses were merely innocent pecks for a moment, until she leaned back and whispered to your mouth.

“Was that what you think about all the time?” Sasha’s breath fanned across your face with her words.

You grinned to yourself, “I’ve thought about much more than just that.”

Sasha’s lips were back on yours, her mouth making up for wasted time. You had felt this way about her for as long as you’ve been her friend, and for just as long, she’s felt the exact same way. And finally, months longer than you’d have liked, Sasha is actually kissing you.

Sasha removes her hand from yours and instead brings them to your sides. She feels her way up your hips and ribs, her fingers gently tickling the skin she touches. Her fingertips play with the hem of your shirt and the waist of your shorts, teasing you with the idea of her removing your clothes from your body.

You moved your arms around her neck and brought her face closer to yours. Her tongue was warm when it swooped into your mouth, licking across the roof of your mouth in one swift movement. Her tongue was so warm and arousing in fact that she drew a soft gasp from your mouth which only encouraged her further.

Sasha’s hands found your hips just before you rolled up on your knee, now straddling her lap. You were in the same position as earlier, sitting gently on her hips as you lean downward towards her face. But, instead of carefully applying eyeliner to her eyelids, you now kissed Sasha so roughly that your front teeth chattered against her front teeth.

Sasha ran her hands over your hips and ass, touching the places she had wanted to, but didn’t, touch earlier. Her fingers moved gently against your thighs, digging her nails into the plush skin. Her hands pressed onward, hellbent on finding their ways under the bottoms of your sleep shorts.

You let out a short gasp when you felt Sasha’s smooth fingers find the soft fabric of your panties. She grinned once she felt your surprise and whispered into your mouth.

“Did I shock you?” Sasha asked with a smile, “Did you expect me not to touch you when you’re on top of me like this?”

You breathlessly mumbled against her mouth, “‘Guess I didn’t expect you to be so determined.”

“Let me show you just how determined I am.”

Sasha pulled on the bottom of your shirt and you raised your arms, letting her remove the fabric from your body. Sasha throws the shirt to the ground, taking in the new sight in front of her - you sitting on top of her in only your sleep shorts and panties. Sasha had seen you in a bikini and even in your bra plenty of times but nothing could have prepared her for how beautiful with a bare chest.

You leaned down and pecked Sasha before your mouth traveled past her mouth and down her body. You kissed her jaw, the side of her neck, and behind her ear. The kisses that you left on Sasha’s skin tickled her body, causing her to let out breathy pants and soft giggles from between her lips.

Sasha arched her back towards you before suddenly switching positions with you. She pushed you onto the bed beside her, your back now against the comforter you were formerly lying underneath. Sasha sat above you, leaning back on her calves on the right side of your legs.

Sasha quickly pulled her shirt from her body, throwing it thoughtlessly to the ground. You reached towards her, placing your hands gently against the smooth skin of her stomach. Your fingers slowly made their ways up her ribs and to her chest, letting your fingertips rub gentle shapes into the sensitive skin of her tits.

Sasha bent down towards you, pressing her lips to yours as your hands continued to palm her. Sasha moaned into your mouth in between kisses, feeling herself growing hotter with every second your hands were on her. Sasha moved an inch back from your lips, whispering heavily into your mouth.

“Can I taste you?” Sasha came back in for another kiss.

You nodded against her face, “Yes, please.”

Sasha moved back onto her calves, smiling down at you for a second before moving her hands to the waist of your shorts. She pulled your sleep shorts down your thighs and legs, shoving them off of the bed and out of the way.

Sasha moved in between your legs, wrapping her hands around your body before leaning down. She spread a kissing trail from your navel down to the waistband of your panties. And once she reached your panties, she looked up at you - silently asking for permission to proceed.

“Please.” That one word came out in a desperate squeak.

Sasha giggled into your body, “‘You really that excited for me?”

Sasha slowly pulled your panties down your legs, tossing them to the floor as well. You felt the heartbeat between your legs pound as Sasha kissed slowly down your leg: a peck to your ankle, to your calf, to the side of your knee, to the inside of your thigh and finally to the most sensitive skin right beside her destination.

A loud moan erupted from your mouth when Sasha’s mouth found the place you needed her most. Her tongue licked against the slick that had collected in the area, drinking it into her mouth which only caused you to create more. Sasha’s mouth moved expertly between your legs, her tongue moving itself in and out and around your entrance.

You arched your back into the air as Sasha’s hands moved from your back to your ass and hips. She moved her fingers against your hips bones, squeezing the skin and pulling your body closer to her mouth until your thighs were practically suffocating her. But, Sasha didn’t stop, the possibility of death only encouraged her further - Sasha supposed if she had to die anywhere, she’d prefer to die between your thighs and tongue deep in your pussy.

Deep within your folds, Sasha used her tongue to write the same thing over and over again. Silently communicating with you through her movements, and even marking the area as her own. S-A-S-H-A, her tongue spelled out her name for you, each time driving you closer and closer to your orgasm, S-A-S-H-A.

You felt your legs shake on either side of Sasha’s face, your whole body jumping with arousal. You pushed your fingers into Sasha’s hair, fisting the strands into your palm in an attempt to alleviate the pressure growing in your stomach. Sasha moaned into your pussy, aroused by the idea of just how much pleasure she was giving you.

The growing pressure in your stomach started spreading to your entire body, causing your hips to buck forward from your impending orgasm. You pushed Sasha’s face deeper into your body, silently influencing her to continue exactly what she was doing. All it took was one more swoop of her tongue and you were unraveling into her mouth.

Sasha licked up every single drop of wetness, slowly bringing you back down from your high. Sasha sat up from between your legs, looking at you from where she sat on her calves. She grinned at you, her chin and cheeks drenched in what remained of your orgasm.

“So,” Sasha said with a large smile, “How was that?”

You giggled breathlessly into your hands, suddenly feeling the need to cover your face. All you could remember was just how loud you got while she was between your legs, the room echoed with the sounds of every moan that came from between your lips. You felt embarrassed by just how much you enjoyed Sasha’s tongue because what if she now knew how much you like her?

Sasha’s hands gently removed your palms from your face. You looked intently into her eyes and cursed just how deeply the other girl knew you. She’s your best friend and a good one at that, of course she can read the embarrassment written so obviously across your face.

“Hey,” Sasha said delicately, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, babe. I enjoyed it just as much as you did.”

You sighed, “How about I give you something to enjoy? Wanna’ let me return the favor?”

“Oh?” Sasha raised a single eyebrow at you. “Hell yeah.”

You pushed Sasha into the bed the same way she had to you. You placed your thigh between her legs, pressing down into her before giving her a passionate kiss. Sasha groaned against your lips which only encouraged you to give her just as much pleasure she gave you. You stayed up all night with her, your lips against her lips and your thigh between her legs as you drank down every moan she gave you until the sun eventually came up on the other side of your bedroom window.

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New ninja costume design. How do you like this style?

Мир в четырёх стенах

(World within four walls)

Подопытная крыса (experimental rat)

Chapter 7 of Skyborn is out!! Check it out here<3~

sorry, feel like i failed you

the meow meow curse hit me awhile back too so…

Wolverine but instead of having multiple claws he just one really long claw like sephiroth

(I've never drew Logan before so it looks like shit but it's still funny)