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Just Us - Series List

Y/n is a multimillionaire. Wanda Maximoff is a divorced mum of two twin boys who is trying her best. What happens when their paths cross at a club and Y/n takes Wanda home for the night?

Warnings: This story is an 18+ read, Minors DNI, contains talks and description of Death, Accidents, Injury, Child Loss, Abuse (Physical and Emotional), Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Suggestive themes, Smut (Each Chapter With Themes Explained), Angst (Lots of It), And Some Fluff Thrown in because I felt bad. Top Reader, Bottom Wanda

Each chapter will come with their own warnings.

This is a story that I have put up on my Wattpad and my Ao3 and thought I would share it here for more of you wonderful people. I do hope you enjoy this read. There will be mistakes here and there and maybe some incorrect translations.

So this is an AU story with the MCU characters. So the ages and story lines with be changed and different from that in the movies.

I will right some history for each character as the story progresses just so ages and other things make sense.

All the Character's in this are played by their respective actors and certain aspects of the MCU have been added in. But once again its not going to be an alternative marvel story it is a completely different universe.

I don't own any if the MCU characters.

Master List

Chapter List

Chapter 1 - Yours or Mine

Chapter 2 18+ - First Time

Chapter 3 - How Much

Chapter 4 18+ - Beautiful

Chapter 5 - Accent

Chapter 6 - The Twins

Chapter 7 - Just Add 8

Chapter 8 - Panic Attack

Chapter 9 - Sounds Like A date

Chapter 10 - Happy Tears

Chapter 11 - Twenty Percent

Chapter 12 - Favourite Colour

Chapter 13 - Ex-husbands Clothes

Chapter 14 18+ - Trust is Not Like Candy

Chapter 15 - Morning Bliss

Chapter 16 - Sisterly Advice

Chapter 17 - Lunch Date

Chapter 18 - Not By Blood, By Choice

Chapter 19 18+ - Frozen Peas

Chapter 20 - Scarlet Witch

Chapter 21 - Iron Man

Chapter 22 18+ - Love Language

Chapter 23 - The Friends

Chapter 24 - Hela's Kitchen

Chapter 25 - The Question

Chapter 26 - From Second To First

Chapter 27 - Mr Blue Sky

Chapter 28 - Protective Friend

Chapter 29 - It's Real To Me

Chapter 30 - Pile On

Chapter 31 18+ - Water Fight

Chapter 32 - Head Scratches

Chapter 33 - Billy's Discovery

Chapter 34 - Superhero Trio

Chapter 35 - Pancakes and L Bombs.

Chapter 36 - 10 Out Of 10 Dive

Chapter 37 - Tickle Monster

Chapter 38 - Sarah Stark

Chapter 39 - Love Persevering

Chapter 40 - First Meeting

Chapter 41 - Hear, Listen, Take It In

Chapter 42 - Touch

Chapter 43 - Mockingbird

Chapter 44 - Family

Chapter 45 - Search Party

Chapter 46 - Bowl Of Popcorn

Chapter 47 - Pet Names

Chapter 48 - Trying Something New

Chapter 49 - French Braids

Chapter 50 - Not Taking Advantage

Chapter 51 - To Understand Someone

Chapter 52 - The Row

Chapter 53 - I Need You

Chapter 54 - Your Flaws Are Your Strengths

Chapter 55 - Jealousy

Chapter 56 - I Can't Be Here

Chapter 57 - Stephanie Grace Turner

Chapter 58 - Zak The Waiter

Chapter 59 - Declarations

Chapter 60 - Clingy

Chapter 61 - Triple Chocolate Brownies

Chapter 62 - Watch Me

Chapter 63 - Grown-Up Conversations

Chapter 64 - A+

Chapter 65 - Dynamic

Chapter 66 - You Don't Get It

Chapter 67 - Conditioned

Chapter 68 - Selachimorpha

Chapter 69 - Beed Stroganoff

Chapter 70 - Ruby-Throated Hummingbird

Chapter 71 - Realisations

Chapter 72 - Princess

Chapter 73 - The Talk

Chapter 74 - Black Widow

Chapter 75 - Can I Join You

Chapter 76 - Люли, люли, люленьки

Chapter 77 - Moose

Chapter 78 - Aurora Borealis

Chapter 79 - Calgary

Chapter 80 - Mirror

Chapter 81 - Massage and Important Conversations

Chapter 82 - Banff

Chapter 83 - Strawberries

Chapter 84 - Bayushki Bayu

Chapter 85 - Cookies

Chapter 86 - Control

Chapter 87 - Hyper Puppy

Chapter 88 - Treehouse

Chapter 89 - 312

Chapter 90 - Forgiveness

Chapter 91 - Always Feel Good

Chapter 92 - Your Third Love

Chapter 93 - Daddy

Chapter 94 - Home

Chapter 95 - Stalker

Chapter 96 - Can't Catch A Break

Chapter 97 - Mile High Club

Chapter 98 - Happy

Chapter 99 - Halloween

Chapter 100 - What's In The Box?

Chapter 101 - Hired

Chapter 102 - I've Got You

Chapter 103 - Missed Morning Message

Chapter 104 - Someone I Would Like You To Meet

Chapter 105 - Sis

Chapter 106 - Soulmates

Chapter 107 - Eleos

Chapter 108 - I Called Her Mom

Chapter 109 - Suka

Chapter 110 - How Have I Made It Worse?

Chapter 111 - What Scares You?

Chapter 112 - I Thought I Was Helping

Chapter 113 - What If They Leave?

Chapter 114 - Yelena!

Chapter 115 - Puppy In Training

Chapter 116 - Your Wish Is My Command

Chapter 117 - Morning Sex

Chapter 118 - Safe

Chapter 119 - Work On Yourself

Chapter 120 - Happy Thanksgiving

Chapter 121 - I Hate This

Chapter 122 - To Be A Deer

Chapter 123 - Is Love Enough?

Chapter 124 - Let's Go Out Out

Chapter 125 - Feeling Of Rejection

Chapter 126 - You Should Hate Me

Chapter 127 - You Ready?

Chapter 128 - Pietro

Chapter 129 - Questions And Opinions

Chapter 130 - What Are You Up To?

Chapter 131 - When Pigs Fly

Chapter 132 - Science Lesson

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kinktober day fifteen: brat-taming kink

>>> god bless i love him so bad...brain rot for this plot...y'all should i make this one like a series fdskjkjgjkgj i swear to god i'm feeling this way about all my fics as of late!! this one has a lot of japanese symbolism and traditions included. i am not japanese and all my research came from different sources across google, but if anything is incorrect or insensitive pls reach out and let me know <3

>>> starring: suguru geto x curvy!f!reader >>> cw: brat-taming, history/pining between reader and geto, face-fucking (m!receiving) edging (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), breeding, degradation/praise, pet names, creampie >>> wc: 4.6k >>> event masterlist:

he didn’t love the idea, to say the least. he understands why a marriage is necessary. it humanizes him, makes him relatable, opens the door to more preaching topics. he didn’t understand why he had to marry his fellow sorcerer and old classmate—especially one as mouthy as you. you didn’t either, forced into it by the higher ups with hopes you could bring suguru back to the right side of history, not taking your feelings into the matter at all, not that you expected them to. but you’re sure they already knew you wouldn’t be able to complete this mission—perhaps they hoped for your death at his hand.

at one point, you were friends. now, you were about to become the unwilling misses geto, though even that was more complicated than it seems. you were the third musketeer back in the day. even shoko preferred to stay out of the boys’ shenanigans, sticking to herself or utahime, not bothered in the slightest to let you chase after satoru and suguru. you were closer to the latter, finding it easy to gang up on the former together. he entertained your wit and you let him try out new moves on you. you loved each other. that’s why it hurt so bad—still hurts to this day—that he left and turned into this. and now you’re stuck in the thick of it.

you make him beyond angry. putting aside your utter disrespect and disobedience, you remind him of nothing but conflicting times, things he’d rather not think about now that those days were supposed to be far behind him. you hadn’t changed a bit from the day he left, and he hates that even more. you’re lively and talented, your powers long abused by the very higher ups that contributed to his madness and the ones that leveraged you into this ceremony. when he was told of your engagement, he could have refused and had them find him a new wife. he could have killed them all and refused this altogether—he’s not quite sure why he said yes. he pulls on his hakama trousers, smoothing at the pleats as he racks his brain. he slings his haori around his shoulders, and he realizes a small part of him may have always wanted to marry you; he remembers fantasies of you in high school, recalling how badly he yearned for your affection. and he hates that more than anything.

he knows you feel similarly about him, hence all your acting up. you had been short and cold and almost satoru level snotty with him through the engagement parties and wedding planning and obligatory dinners. you have the nerve to sneer as you speak and look at him with nothing but disgust. he’s the one who should be disgusted with you. you chose to stay with gojo over him, chose that world of lies and injustice when you could have been enlightened like him from the beginning. it’s only fitting you’re his bride, really. it’s what he deserves, as retribution for your betrayal. and he would make sure to claim what was his on his wedding night. the servants come to get him as he shrugs into his montsuki with a new smug smile replacing what was a dreading frown.

you wore a red iro-uchikake. and you look like a dream he had when he was a teenager. it’s ironic really. he knows not wearing the more traditional and all white shiromuku was another one of your jabs, but the color red was more significant to him than white. it means life, it wards off all evils. perhaps you knew that too, and that’s why you chose the color, though geto remembers you wearing the deep blood color often enough through adolescence that seeing you in it again makes some of the tightness in his chest let off just a little bit, even as you avoid his eyes.

he looked magnificent. his hair had grown longer, and you had always liked to play with it before, but now it cascades over his shoulder in waves despite the top-bun halving the thickness. you could hear your heart pound. if you were to tell the second year version of yourself that you would be sharing a wedding temple with suguru geto, you may have cried from relief and happiness. but as you get closer to him with no guests to witness this other than the priest and a handful of temple ladies, you feel the coursing energy of excitement and nerves. you aren’t sure what to expect from him now that no one will be watching. you don’t even truly know how he feels for you. he has been making attempts to earn your favor, but that was because he had a crowd.

he takes your hand and smiles down at you like he did when you were much younger and much less conflicted over your feelings. it makes your heart flutter like it used to, and your eyes widen a bit at his gentility. the priest offers his blessings to the gods as you two stand before him, hand-in-hand. your mind races. how much of this is real? and even if he’s being genuine, does it really matter? after everything he put you through, all the things he had done, the things he wants to do, can you look past it all just to love him anyway?

the temple servants set up the sakazuiki. they space the three ceremonial cups evenly apart, and fill them with the richest sake. san-san-kudo. you bite your lip, hating yourself for your doubt. suguru gently pulls you out of your head and towards the table, to the binding ceremony of old tradition. he picks up the first cup, holding it to his face.

“you look beautiful, okusan.” he smirks over the cup, looking oddly satisfied with himself, like he knows something you don’t. he then sips the first cup three times, holding your eyes. you feel your body burn, looking down at the kimono you chose and back to him. his fingers lightly brush against yours as you take the cup. you feel butterflies.

“thank you, geto-san.” you tilt your head down to indicate your grace, thoughts fuzzied by his intense stare and old feelings bubbling up your gut. you sip three times, and he picks up the next sakazuiki. he chuckles, and you swear you see a little bit of light in his deep eyes.

“are you waiting for titles until the conclusion of the ceremony, anata?” he piles on the mulit-meaning endearment, passing you the second cup. you nearly choke on your sake.

“no. you look very nice, uchi no hito.” you take your final sip, and it’s geto’s turn to stammer. he expected a tsureai or muko, but the one you chose had so much meaning. your home, your person. that’s what you called him. he knew the shock and wonder had to show on his face based off of your smug grin whenever you set the cup down. you think you can toy with him, pull stunts with him. you’re much too bold—and he wants to hate it, he wants to smother that personality right out of you, but for now–he’ll let himself love it.

“this binds us through our love, wisdom, and happiness.” he says the words to bring you together officially, tying your souls together for better or worse. he sips from the final cup three times, the symbolism not lost on you, and passes it to you to do the same.

“this binds us through our hatred, passion, and ignorance.” you look him in the eyes as you take your drinks, and his dark pink lips stretch into a wide smile.

“and now you are mine. how lucky we are to be brought back to each other in this way.” he chums, taking the wedding rings from his pocket as the priest continues offering his prayers to the skies. you hold out your hand expectantly, and he arches a brow.

“nine is not a lucky number, perhaps we’re cursed instead.” you shrug, that same smugness tugging at your lips. oh, you’re going to drive him crazy. you give him hope and you pull it away, you jab at him and you’re so gorgeous that he can’t even be upset with you for it. he slides the diamond encrusted with black gems down your third finger, giving you a smug smile of his own. he can play dirty too. he extends the box to you and you pluck his gold band from it, sliding it slowly down his finger. the excitement builds in your gut as you become more and more okay with whatever this is. you always thought he had a point. the jujutsu society was so horribly fucked up–maybe he was right all along and you were the coward after all. i mean, where did all your loyalty get you? sold off to a dangerous man with hopes to shut you up for good? passed around mission to mission until your body barely functioned anymore? maybe you could turn a blind eye to all his indiscretions, especially when he’s looking at you with such affection in once cold eyes. you still hold his hand in both of yours, and he enjoys the warmth, but you’ve pushed and poked him just enough, these teasing touches part of them.

instead of a kiss to seal this union once more, he leans down to your ear. “go get changed. i like simple lingerie.” he all but purrs in your ear, sending shivers down your spine at the order. you were losing sight of yourself at a rapid pace. you had hoped to hold out longer than this. his lips tickle the shell of your ear and a soft gasp leaves you. you tell yourself to be strong.

“and if i don’t? you’d be lucky to sleep with me at all, husband.” you sneer, and again he doesn’t know what to make of you, but he’s dedicated to figuring it out. he leans up and tilts his head, analyzing the lust in your eyes and the shakiness in your hands. he laughs at you when he realizes.

“go get changed, little pet. we’ll discuss your guilt and attitude later.” he shakes his head at you, his gaze making you feel as if you were already undressed before him. he turns, tossing that confident smirk over his shoulder again for good measure. “red is your color.”

and then the temple girls are at your side, ready to escort their new geto-sama to her new room in the geto estate.. you allow them, trailing silently as you wonder just what he was able to figure out by looking at you, and what lingerie you would put on for him.

you choose a red babydoll dress. the sheer plunging neckline leaves little to the imagination and the tight fit of the lace leaves even less. it fans out from your body from there, the fluffy hem stopping just below your ass. seeing yourself in the mirror, perched perfectly at the end of the bed, you smile. you imagine that qualifies as simple, though you’re sure it will still make him crazy for you. you’re embarrassed to want that, to dress yourself up and present yourself to him just as he asked. your friends would be ashamed, namely one. but as the door creaks open and you feel an icy stare raking over your body, you can’t quell your excitement.

he hums approvingly as the door clicks shut behind him. he’s so grateful he didn’t deny this union out of his own narrow minded rage. he never thought he would see you again after you denied him the first time, but here you are, on the bed you two would soon share in his home, now branded with his last name— all wrapped up like a christmas present.

“sugurin–” the old nickname flies off your tongue in your haste, and a fondness glosses over the devious intent in his eyes. you clear your throat and tug the sides of your dress down pathetically. “i... actually don’t know what to say.” you blink in realization, painfully aware of how alone you two are. was he still the same man you knew?

“don’t worry, kibōchi.” he returns his own nickname, the way you squirm in your place at the sound of it wasn’t lost on him, though the name puts you at was in the same way it stirs you up. his desire returns at your doe-eyed stare, you trust him to some extent, even through your wariness. “i’ll start. you were assigned to marry me, no?”

you nod your head, now knowing he wouldn’t hurt you, not with the fondness in which he says your name. your core tingles as he approaches you, a scarily sweet smile on his face.

“good. thank you for your honesty, anata girl.” he nods, sliding his crested black kimono off, the only proper covering of your wedding remaining on his body, for your convenience if anything. “and you’ve been such a brat because…? which is it: you’re mad at them, mad at me, or mad at yourself?”

you furrow your brows at his words. it seemed he learned everything in just an extended look at you. “am not a brat.” you fold your arms in indignation, incidentally proving him right. he just shakes his head, chuckling again.

“look at you. you didn’t answer my question and you’re pouting like a toddler.” he lets his gaze drift down to your body just begging for his touch. he can’t help but wonder what you’ll like and what your favorite position will be and how fertile you are and what kind of drive you’ll have, all things he never learned about you when you were just friends. you feel his scrutiny and fight through your mixed feelings to respond.

“can’t it be a mixture of all three?” you sigh out shakily, deciding to stick to your guns even if you want him, too.

he clicks his tongue in consideration. “i suppose. but the sorcerers of your past no longer have any influence over your life. and you should be more forgiving to yourself, even if you are being a snot.”

you scrunch your nose up in distaste, hating how his words soothe your heart. “you conveniently left yourself out of that equation.” you fold your arms and it only pushes your chest out more. you’re impossible, and it’s hard for him not to smirk at you. you’re powerless, he knows and you know it—yet you fight anyway. it’s precious.

“i don’t regret leaving. i did the right thing.” he says, head held high. his devotion is moving, even when he looks at you with such a mixed bag of emotions. “i missed you however. i accepted this union to see you again.”

you can tell from his eyes that his emotion is genuine, but it still shoots pangs through your heart as you recall days spent in bed crying over his absence. you turn your head away so the influence of his obsidian stare couldn’t cut so deep. “you left me.”

“you didn’t join me when i asked you to.” he retorts, clenching his jaw at your argumentative nature. “i came back, just for you.”

“you came back to use me.” you spit, echoing the words of your other classmates. the look in your eyes is angry, this was something you genuinely believed. that infuriates him. “you were going to leverage me, until you provoked him.”

his jaw ticks again. “and who told you this, satoru? i would have thought you knew me best.” he sighs his disappointment, grabbing your hands. he pulls you off the bed, your knees buckling you into a stand—then he roughly grabs your cheeks to make you look at him. “or did you forget just how close we were? how deeply i loved you then, all the time we spent together? you’re the one who betrayed me. you were mine! mine, you were supposed to be mine and you stayed with him!” his voice rises just a bit with his frustration, but he drops his grip on you and steps back, “i would have done anything to take you with me. and everything…could have been the same, i would have kept you safe and away from this life. We could have had so much more time together—and you’re being so goddamn bratty now that i have you back…what am i to do with you?”

you blink rapidly at his speech washes over you. did he really mean it, that he just wanted you to have you? you were never intended to be used as a bargaining chip, and you let everyone else warp the vision of the man you once held so dear? you shake your head violently, rejecting the idea. he rakes his hands over his face, fed up with the back and forth. “i’ve compartmentalized you out over the years. but i have you back, and i refuse to waste any more time.”

“i’m sorry sugurin—i thought you hated me!” you defend, reaching for him. he grabs your wrists again and plants your hands on his chest, moving his touch to your face.

“then make it up to me.” he orders with a fervent nod, his hold on your face firm but comforting. you surprise him by leaning up and closing the remaining distance to kiss him, balling up his shirt in your fists. you were absolutely insufferable, annoying, bratty, and irritating—but he could do this forever. feeling you move with such passion, vigorously pulling at him and finally giving in to all those pent up feelings was enough to prompt him to do the same. he memorizes your taste for a while before he pulls away and directs you to your knees with his signature rough handling, though he’s still careful not to hurt you. “i want you to really make it up to me.”

you nod eagerly and shove your hair over your shoulders while he frees his waiting ache. he can hardly stand the sight of you on your knees under him, massive cock creating a shadow over your obedient and eager face. as gorgeous as you are like this, it was too late to make up for your transgressions. you salivate at the sight of his impressive length standing proud over you, curved and so long he leans to one side with a thickness you know will make even your throat burn. your mouth parts for him immediately, slick sliding down the insides of your thighs at the idea of relieving his drooling slit. “you’re gonna have to open wider than that, okusan.”

and he helps you do so, planting his broad callused hands firmly on each side of your face, bumping his cockhead against your puffy bottom lip and shoving himself into your silky walls. you moan out in surprise and relax your throat, making your new husband grin at the performance. He’s perhaps unintentionally violent as he sheaths to the hilt, your nose bumping against black coarse hair above his shaft. “there, there.”

he pats your cheek patronizingly, flicking away a tear that formed. “don’t cry, kibōchi. you were made for this.” he coos affectionately, body growing hot to the touch at his vision. he knew this was a great start to teaching you your place in life, and that being a brat was not one of them. running away was not one of them, you were permanently his and he would never let you go again. he pulls your head back off with that grip to use you, plunging your throat back down on him and biting down on his lip to keep his own sounds from interrupting your gorgeous gags.

“don’t you like this so much better than acting snotty, sweet wife?” he teases only slightly, taking your teary eyes flicking up to look at him as a yes. you can feel him deep, that burning sensation that you knew would come starting to sting your vocal cords. “you take me so well, i’ve always told you sorcery wasn’t for you. this is all you need to do forever.”

you moan at the idea, him keeping you home to take after the estate and maybe even caring for the kids you may have in the future. he chortles, pleasantly surprised by you yet again. “you think you’re clever, darling. acting all sweet now so i’ll forget all about your behavior, hm?”

he pulls you off with a lewd pop, pushing at the wimpy straps of your dress with a satisfied hum as the fabric falls away from your chest. “too bad. get on the bed.”

your heart raced, but you nod. your throat was too hoarse to speak anyway. you weren’t planning anything, you felt like liquid, you had given into your vows and let suguru take you mind, body, and spirit—and he hadn’t even touched you yet. you wobble up to your feet and he slaps your ass when you turn it to him, which makes you gasp and stumble forward. he hums, predatory narrow eyes watching you climb up and lay in the center of the large mattress. he wastes no time in positioning over you. he spits, thumbing his lube over your sensitivity. he pins your fluffy dress up over your stomach, lulling you into sweet moans, your high building in your stomach rapidly. he doesn’t know where to look, you’re all too perfect. the faces you make, your beautiful, slobber-soaked mouth pouting out all your pleasures, your gorgeous tits sitting so prettily in wait for him. then there was your weeping cunt, so pathetically soaked just from sucking him off.

“su–gu-rin~” you whimper out a little, your legs trying to close around his large body mass as the feeling becomes more intense. he hums, smacking your cunt.

“brats don’t get to cum.” he shrugs, licking and biting at the insides of your thighs to tease you further. your plush skin is so sensitive, and he loves watching the way you squirm to get away from his canines scraping your flesh. you gasp in anger, orgasm ruined the longer he refuses to touch where you need him most.

“brat?—you’re really gonna be mean to me, uchi no hito?” you pout, and he can feel his heart pang at the insistence and the sweet way you call him yours. you’re softening his heart already. he still had the want to punish you, but the need to claim you was surely fighting back.

“then apologize for your behavior or you won’t cum at all.” he sits up a bit, tossing some hair over his shoulder. you bat your lashes at him, knowing he was hurt by your choice, just like you were hurt by his. but now there was a chance to make it right, to be together forever like you were meant to–and if you had to apologize for your doubts in him, you would sing them loudly.

“oh—sugurin, i’m sorry! i really am,” his fingers squeeze and toy with your clit, making your body jump as you try to stutter through your words. “just mi-missed you, that’s all, was mean because i missed y-you!” you writhe and wiggle closer and away from his touch simultaneously, and he hums happily at your speech.

“that’s better.” he hums approvingly, pushing your legs up to your chest. he wants you to feel this as much and as deeply as possible. “such a good girl, did i tell you how beautiful you look okusan?”

you nod, feeling the well of nerves heating up in your core, his hands resting on your knees as he looks over the disheveled lingerie. “told me at the wedding…” you sniffle, wiggling your hips for his attention again.

“i see.” he frowns, as if disappointed by your answer. his hands feel your thighs and trail back to your knees, getting his hands closer and closer to where you needed him most with each pass. you whine desperately, and he hums out in fake curiosity, “what is it, darling?”

“need you to touch me—please.” you squirm, giving him those irresistible doe-eyes. he planned to make you beg much harder than that, but you had him worked all the way up, your body, behavior, and the history between you was setting him on fire.

“oh i’ll make you cum, kibōchi.” he moves his grip to the backs of your thighs as he moves his hips forward. you try to prepare yourself but it’s no use, he plunges in without any hesitation or resistance on your part. it aches, you clench down at the spread and his thumb comes back to your clit to rub the pain away. “but you can only do it on my dick. got it?”

you nod slowly and his hips set a pace. he’s so deep you can barely believe he’s allowed to fuck you like this, the pain melting away to a dull pleasure, different from earlier. his gaze is still white hot and searing, devouring every inch of your body. “you really are so beautiful, sweet okusan. my kibōchi turned perfect cocksleeve, yeah?” he growls into the space between you, his fingers digging into the fat of your skin so hard you know he’ll leave his mark.

that draws a moan out of you, loving the idea of being nothing more than a wife, his partner, something you never thought you’d be once you parted ways. the feeling of him rocking into your body is addicting, and now you know you are capable of looking past anything he’s done or will do just to love him anyway. you would throw all your morals away just for this, and he knows that too. “my pretty little okusan, trying so hard to pretend she didn’t want me. now look, the prettiest you’ve ever been bouncing on me.”

he leans over your body, deepening his angle and allowing him to pick up his speed. he watches the way your tits bounce at this pace, your eyes rolling back a little as you’re rendered unable to speak again, only lewd smacks of his balls against your ass and his feral grunts to be heard. his hand finds your throat, and his mouth drops open in response to your sweet moans and impossible beauty. you are perfect. he knew you would be, but your pussy was his personal kryptonite. “you feel so good, anata girl. you look even better, stuffed to the brim.”

he smiles at the double meaning. you are his darling girl, but you are also his exasperating brat. god, he always knew what to say. your jaw falls, gripping his forearms to warn him that you were close. “please—need to cum!”

he hums, nodding his approval, “then cum, okusan.” he commands, deep voice booming. his spine tingles at the idea of you taking your first round of his seed. his hair falls so angelically around his angular features when you open your eyes, it’s the final push over the edge. you choke out a moan, and then your nails are scraping at his biceps, his shoulders and chest, whatever you can get your hands on, and your release is rushing over his dick seconds later.

“are you on birth control?” he groans, feeling his cock twitch in between your wet walls. you shake your head, chest heaving deliciously. “good, let’s see how fertile you are.”

your eyes cross at his statement and his balls feel so heavy, squeezing tight and spurting out their contents against your womb. your head digs into the pillow and his falls back at the feeling of being so full and warm. he keeps his hips rocking, making you gasp with every stroke as he shoves his deposit deeper. You’re both panting when you look at each other, years of unspoken yearning and love being communicated between you. there’s a lot to catch up on, and a lot to relearn about one another, but one thing is certain: this marriage was fated, and not arranged.

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The Crew! Part 1!

A series of Incorrect quotes with Birdy!reader and the Hazbin Crew!

Birdy: I would never say that my partner is a bitch and I don’t don’t like them. That’s not true… My partner is a bitch and I like them so much!

*Part 5 essentially*

Alastor: Pros and cons of dating me.

Alastor: Pros. You'll be the cute one.

Alastor: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

Angel: Bonjour, Husk. Voulez–vous coucher avec moi?

Husk: No, I don't want to sleep with you.

Angel: Is that what that means? Oh, man, I had a really gross tennis instructor.

Vaggie: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river.

Angel: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD'd in his own pool. Big difference.

Lucifer to Charlie: Stop saving the world and get a hobby.

Husk: Is this gaslighting? Am I being gaslit?

Alastor: If I were gaslighting you, you’d never know it.

Husk: Is THAT gaslighting?

Alastor: Shut up.

Birdy, teaching Charlie to drive: Okay Charlie, what does a green light mean?

Charlie: Go!

Birdy: A red light?

Charlie: Stop!

Birdy: And what about a yellow light?

Charlie: If you floor it, you can make it!

Birdy: …No—

Angel: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

Alastor: Alright, listen up you little shits.

Alastor: Not you Birdy. You’re an angel and we’re thrilled you’re here.

*Squad is playing Among Us*

Lucifer: I believe Vaggie is innocent, I was with them the whole time. Alastor, what were you doing?

Alastor: Oh, I was just murdering… I mean, nothing!

Vaggie: What's this?

Chalie, hugging Vaggie: Affection!

Vaggie: Disgusting.

Vaggie: ...Do it again.

Vaggie: Any idiot would know that.

Nifty: I knew that!

Vaggie: See?

Lucifer: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are.

Charlie: We’re kind of missing something guys.

Angel: Cohesion?

Vaggie: Teamwork?

Husk: A general sense of what we’re doing?

Lucifer: And Birdy is not here.

Husk: Oh, and that, yeah.

Lucifer: I hate you with every inch of my body!

Alastor: That’s not a lot of inches.

*in a group chat*

Angel: First one to reply is gat.

Angel: *gay

Angel: Wait...

Birdy: *eating a cinnamon roll*

Everyone: Cannibalism.

Birdy: *confused chewing noises*

Angel: Here’s the cold medicine you asked for.

Husk: *dumps 3 shopping bags of wine on the table*

Birdy: ...Thanks.

Birdy: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one.

Alastor: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.

A/n: Hope You enjoyed!!

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tripleyeeet · 6 months

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I'LL CRAWL HOME TO HER (14)

SUMMARY: Upon waking up, you realize just how long you've been gone for.

PAIRING: Astarion & Female Reader

WORD COUNT: 3,257

WARNINGS: Spoilers for Act 2, so much angst (this time with comfort!), descriptions of death, probably incorrect lore about necromancers and how their powers work. :')

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi, we're officially back in business baby, let's go! Sorry for the fillerish chapter. It's been so long that I kind of needed to keep things chill before the story starts up again. Hope you can forgive me??? <3 Also, thanks to @the-lady-amphitrite for letting me include their little necromancer Zamrie!

CHAPTER LIST / MASTERLIST / NEXT CHAPTER

It’s not uncommon for you to wake up breathless. With the presence of an unknown threat mixed with your history of nightmares, there have been countless moments upon gaining consciousness over the last few months that have felt like you’re dying. Gasping for air to no avail until Astarion’s hand meets your back to soothe your stress.

At this rate, it’s practically inevitable, especially with the Absolute and all its developments. Each night you close your eyes, more often than not all you see is their hatred plaguing your thoughts, your mind forcing you to stop and stare at whatever vision it’s decided to produce. As you lie still inside your bedroll, experiencing the false depictions of whatever horrors that occur, you’re left without much choice. Forced to lay and wait for that moment you’re jolted awake, wheezing in the dark.

Despite the intensity, you know deep down it’s always temporary. A passing thought that runs through your lungs until you’re forced to reset at the sound of Astarion’s voice telling you you’re fine. That he’s here and you’re there and that regardless of the dangers that lie ahead he’ll always remain.

When you awake that day, however, gagging at the air that rushes through to the back of your throat, you can’t help but feel the weight of eternity. As you shoot upwards, desperately clawing at the base of your throat, it’s as if you’re trapped inside this unfamiliar limbo, struggling to gain a sense of self as you blink and breathe and—

“That’s it, just like that, dearie. You got it.”

The voice that cuts through the darkness is light, their careful tone hitting your ears far gentler than anything else you feel. Closing your eyes, you can hear them humming under their breath, low and slow; working to match your own as you glance around the room, unable to properly see.

“Pesi, can you get her friends, please?”

Inhaling deeply, you suddenly feel a sharp pain erupt through your chest as the stranger speaks. Targeting your left side, you feel it push through you like a knife, catching every layer of flesh as you lean forward and groan at the impact, feeling a hand grace your back.

“It’s alright, just take deep breaths, okay? Nice and slow.”

Opening your mouth, you cough and clutch your chest, allowing the painful feeling to bloom outwards, each shot of pain targeting the span of your torso before filtering out.

As it happens, you force open your eyes and glance at the blurry mess of colour in front of you. A figure doused in sunset tones —pinks and oranges with hints of purple that slowly filter through to reveal a bright-eyed tiefling smiling in your direction. Overall, her skin is doused in shades of peach and decorated with various tattooed dots that primarily sit beneath her violet eyes that scan you anxiously.

“I’m Zamrie. A friend of Gale’s,” she tells you.

In response, you go to speak but all that comes out is a plume of stinging air that rakes through your esophagus, making you cough and reach for your throat, feeling nothing but numbness at the ends of your fingers.

“It’ll feel weird for a while I’m afraid.” She offers you a sympathetic smile, gripping your shoulder as the expression across your face twists with confusion.

How does she know what it feels like?

Suddenly, she lets out a laugh, gently digging her fingers into your skin, massaging the tension that you just now notice is there. “I know, I know —you’re probably wondering how I know how you’re feeling,” she says, making your confusion only strengthen as she nudges your legs aside to make room for herself. “Rest assured though, I’ve lived and died a thousand times, so I’m basically an expert when it comes to the after effects of a good necromancy spell.”

Necromancy?

Your eyes widen —your thoughts whirling through you like a disoriented storm, crashing into the inner walls of your head. Looking around in a panic, you hear Zamrie try to pull you back in, whispering words of reassurance in between more quiet hums that only spur your anxiety.

Shoving away her hands, you attempt to slip off the bed then, your legs wobbling at their newfound position, causing you to stumble forward, landing on your hands and knees.

“Oh, shit.”

Almost immediately, the tiefling abruptly rushes to your aid, reaching for hands that only work to slap her away, prompting her brow to furrow as she watches you struggle to move. “C’mon dear, don’t be proud. Just let me help you.”

You shake your head and groan, feeling your chest begin to ache all over again —the remembrance of your reality beginning to settle as you lower your head in pain.

You died during the battle against Ketheric. Died. And as you sit there, now keeled over in pain, remembering all the horrible details of that blade pushing through your flesh —of the helplessness you felt staring into Astarion’s weary eyes as Shadowheart worked to drag him away— all you can think about is how careless you’d been. How stupid and reckless and overall selfish for thinking that you could do anything on your own like that.

Gritting your teeth, you feel the numbness in your fingers slowly begin to subside the longer you kneel, granting you the opportunity to ball your hands into fists before pressing them angrily into the floorboards. Groaning loudly, you then punch the wood with what little energy you have, feeling your eyes begin to well up at the thought of your friends. At the thought of them potentially following in your footsteps into a world where everything meets nothing. Where every existing thing about you ceases all at once, leaving nothing but a shell for those to mourn.

Releasing a shaky breath, you stare at the floor beneath you, praying that nobody did. That instead, they managed to succeed despite your failure and that they’re already on their way to Baldur’s Gate.

“Where…wha—“

“Shhh, it’s okay. Everything’s okay, yeah? You’re alright.”

Grunting in frustration, you shake your head and look at Zamrie, feeling the tears begin to spill as you glance at her face, noting the stress that graces her features before the shock of loud voices erupts through the doorway, prompting her brows to raise before she turns her head.

Following her gaze, you look up to see everyone huddled at the doorway, staring with varied looks that upstart your tears, realizing how worried they must have been. How angry and betrayed they must have felt watching you do something so painfully stupid.

As you sit there, glancing at each of their faces, you can’t help but feel your heart break at such a realization. Taking in Karlach’s glassy eyes and Gale’s expression of pure relief —all of it quickly becomes too much to bear, forcing your head to drop again, allowing the threat of tears to overtake you.

All at once, the awareness of their love becomes apparent then, causing you to sob until all you can feel is the presence of arms and hands —bodies of all shapes and sizes wrapping around your frame like a warm blanket on a cold winter night.

All of them envelope you differently. While Shadowheart and Gale press themselves firmly against your back, Lae’zel’s hands are reluctant yet firm from a distance, taking refuge on your elbow with tight fingers, while Wyll and Karlach have completely pushed themselves into either crook of your neck, wrapping their arms around to pull you close.

Feeling the warmth of their skin and the heaviness of their breath, you can’t help but give in to the fearful thoughts that plague your mind. The way they hold you close, bracing for an impact you all but knew was bound to come, you let the stress of the last few months overtake you, reaching for whatever body you can find so that you can dig your fingers into the fabric of their clothes.

Immediately, the worn leather of whoever you're touching reminds you of war —of all the battles you faced thus far, struggling to maintain that same momentum you first started with. Running your fingers along the wear and tear, you feel a weight inside your stomach begin to swell, its unfamiliar heaviness making your face scrunch in discomfort, realizing this might be it. Having died and come back, there’s no way you could possibly keep going, right? After revival, you’re too weak to keep up —too broken and frail. A newly inhabited shell, replacing something that used to be much stronger.

At this rate, you’d only hold everyone back. Either that or make another big mistake that could cost more lives and obliviously that’s not an option. Not after how far you’ve gotten. Not after risking so much with what little you have.

“I can’t believe we’re hugging right now.”

Unsurprisingly, it’s Karlach who speaks first. Her voice quiet against the crook of your neck sends a chill up your spine like any other, causing you to let out a shaky laugh.

You can’t believe it either.

“She’s a bit out of sorts still,” Zamrie says then, forcing your eyes to glance up at her smiling face. “She’ll need to rest for a few more days. The process of revival is pretty taxing on the body. Considering you’re essentially reconnecting a detached soul to an already decaying body, you’re lucky you managed to preserve her as well as you did.”

As she pauses to let out a laugh, the majority of your friends sort of look around in discomfort, listening as Zamrie continues her long-winded spiel about the process of revival. All in too great of detail.

Almost immediately, it makes you a bit sick, listening to the grotesque ways your body was essentially put back together at the hands of her and Withers, forcing you to close your eyes as your head begins to spin. You realize then that you should probably lie down again. Considering there’s more than likely a rough road to recovery ahead of you, you assume most of your time spent over the next few days will be in bed, drifting between sleep alongside Astarion’s—

Feeling a sudden panic rise through your chest, you look around to see him nowhere, causing your mind to slip further out of control, resulting in you pushing and pulling —desperate movements taking over your body as you work to distance yourself from the hold that currently binds you. Sensing your stress, the group quickly distances themselves in response, a handful of nervous and reluctant stares watching as you plant one hand against the floor to steady yourself while the other moves to your throat.

“Wh— where—“

You cough violently as the previous ache in your throat rips right through, interrupting your words in the form of a distorted wheeze.

As it happens, you can’t help but think of the worst possible outcome regarding his absence. Imagining his lifeless body somewhere all alone, trapped beneath the rubble of an aftermath of battle, all you can see is his flesh. Pale skin stained with crimson, all torn apart to reveal the inner parts of himself. Amongst the rubble, you envision tendons splitting between broken bones —a lifeless face ripped with wild red eyes so empty compared to the life they once held. Tightly shutting your eyes, you imagine shattered fangs and cut-up lips left open in preparation for a dying breath you never got the chance to try and fix.

Suddenly behind your eye, you can feel your tadpole wiggling violently. Rushing from one end to the other, its presence quickly wreaks havoc on your skull, forcing a groan to escape your lips, realizing someone’s there. That there’s a voice calling out to you, telling you it’s okay —that everything's fine and he’s safe, so please stop crying.

Focusing on the voice, you hear Shadowheart’s tone eventually begin to push through, prompting your tear-stained eyes to drift to her, catching a soft smile. It’s subtle, as most of her outward emotions are, but regardless it speaks volumes. Reassuring you in a way that makes you smile back, mentally thanking her again and again until there’s a set of footsteps at the doorway.

“What the hell are you all—“

His words are dripping in confusion. Rattling through your system like an echo of waves, the mere thought of it pulls you forward, forcing your body to crawl closer, watching the way his eyes glaze over once he catches sight of your crumpled frame.

As soon as he notices, he promptly pushes past all the bodies that separate you, breathing so hard that when he inevitably drops to his knees in front of you, clawing at the fabric of your tunic to pull you into his chest, you can feel it shaking. Rising and falling through the stress of his unbound anxiety, showing you just how much he missed you. How much he longed for your presence however long you were gone.

Feeling him shiver against you, you immediately break, crying harder than you ever have before. Allowing the catharsis of your shared embrace to fill up the room with desperate sobs that leave both of you breathless.

Gripping the base of his shoulder blades, you then maneuver your body until you’re completely wrapped around him, sitting on his lap, tugging at tufts of hair as you push your fingers through his curls.

“Star…”

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay,” he speaks with disbelief, clutching you tight. As if the fear of this all being a dream has led him to believe that if you part somehow you’ll disappear entirely.

Nodding against him, you press a gentle kiss to the side of his neck before pressing your forehead into the same spot, feeling him shift.

“When did you wake?”

You open your mouth to speak before swallowing hard, opting to use your Illithid. Not long ago. Where were you?

Getting supplies. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. Zamrie said—

Before he can finish his thought your hands are on his face, fingers splayed out to cup the delicate angles as you press your lips to his, feeling how cold they are. How the temperature bites against your own, forcing you to work for the heat you long for in the form of languid licks and nips that have you dizzy all over again.

Hearing the background sound of footsteps followed by the shutting of a door, you can’t help but grin through the movement of Astarion’s mouth pushing open your own, realizing then that you’re alone. That for the first time in ages it’s just you and him and both of you safe from whatever evils lurk beyond the exit.

“I’m still…very much…mad at you,” he eventually says, groaning between the kisses you steal through his frustrated tone —no longer caring if your behaviour bites you in the ass later.

That’s fair.

He snorts as he places a hand on the back of your neck, placing one last kiss to the edge of your mouth before pulling away, looking at you with narrowed eyes. “I can’t believe you left me with those idiots. Do you know how boring they are? I swear, the minute we arrived in Baldur’s it was like—“

You roughly tug at the collar of his shirt to get his attention, widening your eyes. Wait, we’re in Baldur’s?

In response, he immediately huffs. “Gods, of course nobody told you. They were probably too busy hugging you to death all over again,” he says. “I swear, it’s been nothing but chaos since you left. Karlach’s been crying for weeks. Shadowheart and Lae’zel have been at each other’s —ow!”

You narrow your eyes and pinch his cheek. Astarion, what the hell happened?

For a moment he just sits there, watching you with those angered eyes that make your chest tighten and your stomach flip, remembering then that none of it matters anyway. That for now, despite the lingering curiosity of it all festering at the back of your mind, wondering how long it’s been and how everyone’s truly fared, you don’t care. So long as everyone’s alive and well and the progress you’ve worked so hard to push through is still on track, all you care about is him.

Are you okay?

Even with his unwavering resilience, you know deep down that he hasn’t come up the other side unscathed. That regardless of what he might say in replacement of the truth, there’s something uneasy hidden beneath the surface. You can see it in his eyes. In the way they drop almost immediately at your words, his expression shifting from anger to confusion to a mix of something foreign you can’t quite place.

Opening his mouth, you see the quiver of his lips. The wobbling motion of uncertainty before he suppresses his thoughts, swallowing hard at the presence of fear to say, “I’m fine. Now that you’re here.”

Frowning then, you trail your thumb across his cheek, tracing the peaks and valleys of his flesh, skimming thoughtful patterns across the expanse of his face, eventually winding up at his lips. Thumbing the lower one, you press your own together and look at him with tired eyes, surveying the age of a man who’s so obviously been pushed to his limits.

Yes, but are you okay?

He isn’t. Not in the slightest. And you can tell because the moment you ask he’s crumbling all over again, clutching your frame —pulling you in with far too much effort for someone who claims such nonchalance.

Pressing his digits roughly into your flesh, it’s as if he’s changed completely. What once was a man of constant mischief —a man with unlimited lies and tricks up his sleeve to hide the truest version of himself— has now become too honest. Too candid in the way he presents himself as he clutches onto your frame, acting as if you’re the last sliver of light in a forever-darkened sky.

It breaks your heart almost instantly, feeling the tremors of his body releasing all the pent-up anger and betrayal —all the sadness of a passing he was ill-prepared to handle. Fisting the fabric that rests against his back, you grant him access to your neck without hesitation, feeling him burrow inside, whispering all the thoughts he couldn’t say when both of you were separate and alone.

Inside your mind, you can feel the pain of his Illithid showing you a memory. A flash of magic mixed with a broken man’s cry filtering through closed lips. Unlike anything you’ve ever heard, it punctures your ears like a needle, painfully pushing through until it’s all but cut off without warning revealing the face of your last dying breath before everything goes black.

“We tried to save you sooner,” he whispers, placing a kiss to your neck, then to the fabric that rests against your shoulder. “But every moment between then and now was spent fighting those bastards.”

You place a hand on his hair, gently running your fingers through before repeating the process, hearing him breathe.

“We’d only just arrived this morning, I swear.”

You smile then, pressing a kiss to his head, telling him that it’s okay. That he’s okay and you’re okay, repeating the words over and over until you can feel his body begin to loosen at the seams, granting you both a moment of relief before he tells you he loves you and you do the same.

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tomieafterdark · 1 year

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“Eren we can’t have sex here, it’s sacrilege..18+”

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pairing: virgin!fem!reader x corruption kink!eren

summary: innocent “history of religion” college trip turns absolutely scandalous when the devil himself, Eren Yeager happens to be part of that trip the same year as you.

cw: sacrilege, loss of virginity, masturbation (f), name calling (whore slut etc), use of good girl, use of baby, use of lamb once or twice, probably historically incorrect info about churches (yes I didn’t do research bite me), Eren wants to be called God, Heavenly Father and daddy, reader is religious but not overly, mentions of holy statues and religious symbols (cross) yes the bible is mentioned once (yes ik im going to hell along with everyone who will enjoy this), Eren is a bit into corruption, manipulation(?), hickeys, biting, blood (just on readers neck).

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You have always loved history and religion, those were your favourite subjects, ever since you were young you loved reading the bible with your parents. You loved learning more about your own religion and it’s history as well, so when your college had announced that they’d fund you on the annual “The History Of Religion” trip, you were filled with joy. You couldn’t afford it by yourself, and it was only for second years in your college program so you were beyond thankful for this literal once in a lifetime opportunity.

Day one: arriving at your first location

It’s a rather cold summer night even though it is mid July, you and everyone else on the trip quickly grab your bags and follow your teacher to the hotel lobby to escape the cold night. It’s not exactly warm there either, you shudder. As soon as everyone gets the keys to their rooms, they’re off before you can blink. Not a single person in sight, not even any of the hotel workers. This sucks, you needed help carrying your bags, you had brought three bags meanwhile everyone else just brought one. You sigh, this is going to be a long trip to your room.

“You need a hand?” A low voice asks.

You turn around, it’s a very tall and handsome man. He has beautiful emerald green eyes, brown hair in a bun. Nice build too. You recognise him, probably seen him around campus before…you can’t just remember when and where.

“Yes, that would be amazing” you smile.

“I’m Eren by the way, Eren Yeager.” He reaches out his hand to shake yours.

“Nice to meet you Eren, I’m y/n.” You shake his hand, it’s so big. You seem so tiny compared to him. You notice him staring at your hard nipples that are pushing against your thin crop top. You blush lightly and grab on to your cross necklace, you’d never admit it but you don’t mind a good looking guy like Eren staring at you like that. Heck, you’d let him do more than just stare.

“Shall we?“ he says grabbing two of your bags, on top of his own.

“Uh- yeah sure” you quickly follow.

“What floor are you on y/n?”

“Second”

“Looks like we’re on the same floor then, and you’re in room 4, right next to me in room 3.”

You thank Eren for helping you with the bags.

“I’ll be off then. Let me know if you need anything y/n. Good night” he says.

“Good night Eren” you say, quickly closing the door behind you. Just when you thought this trip wouldn’t get more exciting, a nice handsome guy like Eren shows up.

Eren walks back into his room, he is so exhausted he doesn’t even bother taking off his clothes before slowly dozing off to sleep.

“Aah- fuck” “nghh- oh god fuck”

Eren practically jolts up from his slumber, those moans sounded way too real to be his imagination. He freezes up, trying to locate where the sound is coming from. His eyes light up when he realises where it’s from. It’s from the other side of his bedroom wall, where your room is.

The sounds of your pussy squelching are louder than you think and Eren hears it all. “Looks like I won’t go to sleep early after all” he thinks to himself, already feeling his dick twitch every time moans and sloppy lewd sounds leave your room and escape through that one thin wall between the two of you. Your pretty sounds continue, only now you’re moaning someone’s name.

“Oh god, Eren. Fuck me, use me like your fuck toy” “

Eren smirks. He remembers the cross around your neck from earlier. “And here I thought you were a good little servant of god, and you’re crying out for me to use you like a fuck toy?? I guess that cross necklace is just for aesthetics no good religious girl would be this lewd for a guy she just met would she...”

Day two: the guided tour starts

You haven’t seen Eren all morning, you’re kind of disappointed. You had hoped to have breakfast with him at the hotel and hang out a bit, before the guided tour of the old church would start. He really caught your interest, and he was such a kind guy.

As you’re all getting ready to get on the bus, you look around for him. Maybe he is around here somewhere?? But nope, you still cannot see him anywhere, just like breakfast. You give up on your idea of wanting to spend the bus ride with Eren, seems that isn’t happening either. You take your seat by the window, all the way back at the bus and scroll through your Spotify playlist.

They end up starting the tour without Eren, because after that long bus ride he is still nowhere to be seen. You hear your annoyed teacher mumble something about Eren being lazy and letting daddy’s money and reputation fix everything for him, and then apologise about making everyone wait for one student who couldn’t bother to show up. The tour has officially started and Eren Yeager is still nowhere to be seen.

You end up eventually forgetting about Eren, your tour guide really knows what he is talking about. You’re so happy here, it feels like your element for sure. This one place the guide took you guys to, even gave you small gift bags with local candies, a light brown candle and some mini guide books about the history of the place.

Next spot is an old ancient church, you have been extremely excited for this one. It is a very very important part of the towns history and a very important part of your religions history as well, they only allow three guided tours per year here because it’s so important. And here you are, having the privilege to be present during one of those rare trips. You are admiring the outside as the guide walks you guys to the church doors, you are full of butterflies.

The whole group gasps when the doors open. This church has been untouched for hundreds of years if not more, everything is original. You couldn’t be happier. The guided tour of the inside officially starts now.

Day two: end of the tour..

Right as the tour is almost ending and you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look back, it is Eren. His emerald green eyes are staring right into your soul.

“Eren! Where have you been all day?” You get flashbacks of how you felt last night, and the feeling is creeping back. The way he is staring into your eyes has your stomach full of butterflies. You feel your face heating up a bit, hoping it’s not visible because you can’t exactly blame the nonexistent heat. How is this place not warm mid July?

“I was just busy with something, family stuff.” He is lying, he wasn’t busy with family stuff he had just been forced to go on this trip because his dad wants him to stop sleazing around, he had planned to miss every guided tour on this trip though. That is until he met you last night, which made him decide that maybe some of the tours were worth going to. His aura is different today, it is sinister and dark.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Eren. I hope it gets better.” Since you had no idea about the truth, you felt bad for him assuming it was something serious. You say a quick prayer for Eren in your head, incase it’s serious. How sweet and naive of you to believe a stranger you met last night.

The guide officially ended the tour, just as you’re about to walk out with the rest of the group Eren pulls you in to a corner. He puts his hand on your mouth, and tells you to be quiet. You feel a little worried. it must be something important if he has to pull you to the side like this…

Day two: the church doors closed..

“Eren, whatever it is be quick they just closed the door. The teacher will count everyone and if I’m not there, they’ll know” you say, mildly stressed realising you might get sent home for staying behind here after the tour ends.

“Don’t worry y/n” he smirks. “I slipped a note to the teacher before coming over to you. You felt sick and went back to the hotel earlier, you went quietly to not bother the tour and ruin it for the other good students. You are fine.”

“Alright Eren, what could be so important that you had to go and write an entire note for?” You ask.

He corners you against the church wall and puts his hand above your head, cold emerald eyes stare deep into your soul again. “I heard you last night y/n” he says, still coldly staring.

You feel your entire face and ears heating up. He can’t mean— no fucking way. It can’t be…you grab on to your cross necklace for emotional support because this is too much for you.

“Why so quiet now all of a sudden y/n? You were definitely not quiet last night.”

You are so shocked and embarrassed, you nearly lose balance but he catches you. He comes closer to your face.

“Your pretty little moans had me up all night“

You feel your pussy clenching around nothing at this point, but you’re avoiding eye contact to not go any further. This is an educational trip you cannot let your hormones ruin it. You have to stay focused. But a part of you also wants to give in, the purity culture your parents and church presented to you was never your thing, you’ve been sheltered until recently and a part of you really wanted to see how far you can go with Eren…maybe even lose your virginity to him.

He puts his hands on your thighs, and slowly explores them. He doesn’t do anything, he just waits for you to make the next move. This is fucking torture for you, it’s a fight between your horny self and the part of you that just wants to take things slow and stay a virgin a little longer because of a subconscious fear of disappointing god and your parents. The desire to explore and to distance yourself from your past wins. Your body betrays you. You wrap your arms around Eren and whisper “I want you” into his ears, sending chills down his spine.

“You want me to what baby? Use your words.” He says as he grabs a handful of your thigh.

“I want you to take my virginity Eren Yeager.”

Eren cannot believe what he just heard, a hottie like you is a virgin? He is too horny to process anything else and goes straight into kissing you and prepping you. He smiles as he lifts you up, your legs wrap around him automatically without any directions. You’re feeling euphoric, this is such a big moment for you. Taking a big step into adulthood, being independent, taking control of your own sexuality…you’re so lost in pleasure you don’t notice him carrying you and placing you on the church altar.

Erens hands wander your thighs, he is glad you picked this tiny skirt for today. Easy access. Fuck, a white tennis skirt has never looked this good on someone. He is definitely fucking you with the skirt on, you look way too good in it.

His hands feel so damn good on your thighs, you want them to go higher up. You need them to wander higher, explore places only your own hands have been before.

Eventually his hands go exactly where you wanted them, he can feel your wetness through your pretty lace thong. “You’re already soaking wet, such a good girl” he coos.

You just moan in return, searching for his mouth to continue kissing.

Eren is amused by how you don’t seem to mind fucking in a holy church like this, let alone on the altar where a statue of a very holy figure is right above you. Especially with that cross necklace of yours..so you’re not religious and it’s for aesthetic reasons?

He is wrong, it’s not for aesthetic reasons and you definitely haven’t noticed where you are. You totally forgot about it a while ago, completely lost in the pleasure you’ve denied yourself for so long. You feel one of his fingers slip inside you as his thumb works your clit.

“F-fuck Eren” you whine. “so fucking big- Aah!”

Eren gives your neck heavenly kisses, then kisses turn into sucking and he is putting hickeys all over your neck. Marking you as his, when hickeys aren’t enough he bites your neck making sure it leaves a bloody mark. You cry out from the pain but with everything else going on, like his finger pumping your pussy the pain soon mixes with pleasure and you and up soaking his fingers more and more. He slips another finger in, you clench immediately.

“Fuuck! Eren oh my go-“

Eren fantasises about the last sentence you just said. “Oh my god” he thinks. He could get used to that one, perhaps even fuck you so good he’d have you call him God or Heavenly Father. Eren smirks. The dark sinister energy is back.

“I-I’m gonna cum”

He instantly pulls his fingers out. “Not on my fingers, bend over”

You bend over, upper body on the altar, legs on the floor now. He lifts you skirt. While he unbuckles his belt, reality hits you. You’re still at the holy church..and you’re on the altar..and the statue. The holy statue is staring right at you. You’re absolutely not going to lose your virginity like this…memories of your past flash back.

“Eren…” you turn back to him. “Wait.”

Eren looks at you with a confused look.

“Did you also forget where we are? Come on let’s go out. We can’t have sex here it’s sacrilege…”

Realisation hits Eren. You are not wearing that religious symbol necklace for the aesthetics, you ARE religious and on top of that you weren’t open to fucking in a church you were just so horny you had completely forgotten about everything else. He puts his hand on your back and refuses to let you get up. This is his dream come true. Corrupting a good little religious girl like you, a virgin one on top of that.

“Hey! Eren get your hand off, we can’t have sex here I’m serious!! I don’t want to lose my virginity like this, it’s sacrilege!!” You glare at him.

Eren doesn’t care he just teases your entrance with his tip. God, you’re leaking all over his tip. Your words end up as incoherent blabber, you unconsciously are trying to push yourself onto his tip to get more of him inside you. But you’re trying to find the inner strength to get up and walk away especially now that his grip loosens up. But no, instead you arch your back against him like a bitch in heat.

He lets go of your back fully and grabs your throat instead, gets closer to your ear and whispers in a husky voice “now that you are done playing games, look up at that beautiful holy statue while I slide into you and take your precious virginity. Don’t look away. Okay??”

“W-why” is all you can get out. How did this sweet guy suddenly become the devil to you. One second ago you thought you’d lose your virginity in any place but here, you thought he was a normal guy. “Who or what are you Eren” is all you are thinking right now.

“I want you to denounce your god, even if it’s just for a while. I’m your new god. Look at the statue as I fuck you, and don’t call me Eren. You can call me God or Heavenly Father..daddy works too. Got that baby? Or should I say lamb now since the lord is apparently your shepherd.” He snickers.

What kind of blasphemy was this devil spitting and why was a part of you enjoying it, your pussy was so wet it was clenching around nothing as his tip was hovering right underneath you, you could feel a heartbeat down there. You didn’t mind losing your virginity before marriage, you weren’t THAT religious but surely this is wrong? This is disrespectful and too much? Your head was getting dizzy..

You’re trying so hard to resist, with eyes shut you’re repeating verses from your holy book in your head right now. “When he came to the place, he said to them, “Pray that you may not enter into the devils sick and twisted temptation.”

Eren lightly slaps your face. “Open your eyes whore, and look at the statue for me.”

Eventually you disappoint your god, your parents and god knows who else… and give into the devils sweet, intoxicating temptation.

You look at the statue, teary eyed but your body is screaming for Erens. Wanting Erens warm skin against yours, wanting him deep inside of you.

He continues holding on to your hair, and slides it in. “Oh FUCK” you cry out. This was way bigger than you’d expected but it fits so perfectly, filling every inch of you. “Oh god” you cry out. You feel that knot in your stomach again but it is nothing like the one you feel when you finger yourself. This is overpowered, like ten times more intense. He stays still inside you for a bit, waiting for you to get comfortable around it and starts to slowly move in and out of you. After a while, you get used to it and you feel like you’re about to explode any minute.

Eren pushes all the candles and other stuff off the altar, and lays you down on it. He gets up, puts your legs behind your ears and pounds you into the altar. You feel so horrible mentally because of this, every time you look up the statue is looking right down on you. But your body feels fucking amazing, you’ve never ever been this wet and you’ve never felt this fantastic. His dick is so good, everyone said the first time hurts but he prepped you so good you genuinely don’t remember any pain.

“Fuck- Eren I’m gonna cum” you whimper.

Eren glares at you. “What did I say baby, you don’t call me Eren now while I fuck you stupid in this church. It’s God, daddy or Heavenly Father..”

It felt so wrong to call Eren God or Heavenly Father, daddy was a bit better.

You took one last look at the statue, then at Eren who was pounding into your pussy balls deep. You sigh. All teary eyed you whimper “please daddy, I’m so close-“

Eren kisses you and plays with your clit, doing everything to make you squirt on his dick. Yes it’s your first time, no he doesn’t care he will make you squirt. He is determined to be your everything, he will fuck you so silly and stupid, he will fuck Gods existence out of your little head. He will do anything to get there.

You finally cum, as you do Eren grabs your hair and looks into your eyes as you’re in total bliss. He keeps thrusting into you and every time he does, your pussy squirts all over again.

“T-thank you” is all you manage to get out.

“Thank you who” he says coldly and not impressed at all.

You know what he wants to hear, it’s not daddy this time. He wants you to you use one of the other names.

“Thank you Heavenly Father” you mumble, embarrassed and full of shame.

“Good girl.” He snickers. He gets so high off your embarrassment but also at the fact that you still do it despite how it feels just for some dick. “If it’s dick she wants I’ll really give it to her, I’ll give her something she will never forget. This is nothing..” he thinks.

You hated calling Eren those names but deep down inside you, the sickly perverted and twisted part of you wanted more, she wanted to beg God to fuck her harder, she wanted to beg the Heavenly Father to forgive her for ever worshipping anyone but him. She’d do anything to cum on his dick again, right now there was nothing in this world that felt better than cumming on his dick…

“Please God, make me cum again” you’re shocked at what you just said. Are you really giving in for some DICK?? Not money, not good extra credits for college but dick. Dick from a guy you officially met yesterday. He really is the devil…how did he get you like this.

Eren gives you a sinister smirk in return. ”whatever baby wants baby gets” he says and fucks you at the most perfect rhythm suddenly. It’s like he knew exactly what you needed but only gave it in exchange for your embarrassment and denouncement of your previous god..Eren you fucking devil.

“I know what you’re thinking y/n, I’m the devil to your previous God huh. But at least this God gives you something in return. When was the last time HE gave you anything you asked for” he says as he points up at the statue.

You feel your pussy clenching again, he feels it too around him.

“You want to cum again baby??” He coos into your ear.

“Yes God” you cry out in reply, feeling so close yet so far away. He won’t give you that last bit of friction to let you cum. Such a tease.

“Then atone for your sins my lamb”

You don’t even care anymore, you’re chasing your high and you’re gonna get it. Fuck it is hell even real? Who cares at this point. You’re so cockdrunk it doesn’t even matter, forgetting every bit of your past and what mother and father taught you, the religion you once were part of is out of the picture.

“Forgive me father for I have sinned, I sinned so gravely. I worshipped a false idol, I was blinded by his false light. Please Heavenly Father forgive me, I am only a mere human. I make mistakes” you almost start crying, you got so serious with your prayer it almost snapped you back to reality where Eren is the actual false idol but he fucks you good and makes you cum instantly after that confession you did, instantly pulling you in again. More cockdrunk than before. He smirks at the statue as you whimper and cry under him, wetting the entire altar.

Your pussy twitches, even as Eren puts his dick out.

“Open your mouth baby, and stick your tongue out” he says.

You open that pretty mouth of yours in an instant, waiting for his next order.

“Look at that statue one last time as I cum on your pretty tongue.” He shoots his cum on your tongue but not all of it, he makes sure to mess around and shoot it on the statue as well.

You were so tired you passed out, he ends up cleaning you up and carrying you out of there. He brings you back to the hotel in time without anyone noticing.

Day three: bad news

You wake up to notifications on your phone, the history trip group chat is blowing up. You look at the texts and it’s all links to articles about the church being ruined, how there’s DNA there but they’re unable to identify who did it because they meddled with it. As if they’re giving a big middle finger to the community. It must be Eren, you think to yourself but you’re not sure how he did it. You give him a call.

Eren: hey y/n.

Y/n: Eren..the news.

Eren: it’s okay y/n, I got us covered. My dad owns a medical company, I’ve been to their lab and they have more than just medicine.

Y/n: what? That’s not even possible. Science is not exactly there yet…

Eren: you clearly don’t know my dad, whatever y/n you need to come down to breakfast. And whatever you do, don’t act all suspect. Also make sure to hide your hickeys.

Y/n: Eren?? What even are we?

Eren: Y/n, come down now. *hangs up*

a/n: I want to punch this fic in the face it’s the fourth time I’m reposting because the tags are breaking rip i can’t with tumblr sorry if something is missing as well I re wrote it in an hour because I accidentally deleted it 🥲🥲 idk if all writers have that one fic that traumatised them but if that’s a thing then THIS IS MINE. Hope you enjoyed it though 🧡

#aot smut #Eren smut #eren x y/n #Eren x reader #Eren Yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #attack on titan smut

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NINE HOLOCAUST SURVIVORS COMPARE ZIONIST POLICIES TO THOSE OF THE NAZIS

“Sometime after [1956] I heard a news item about Israelis herding Palestinians into settlement camps. I just could not believe this. Weren’t the Israelis also Jews? Hadn’t we – they – just survived the greatest pogrom of our history? Weren’t [concentration] camps – often euphemistically called ‘settlement camps’ by the Nazis – the main feature of this pogrom? How could Jews in any measure do unto others what had been done to them? How could these Israeli Jews oppress and imprison other people? In my romantic imagination, the Jews in Israel were socialists and people who knew right from wrong. This was clearly incorrect. I felt let down, as if I was being robbed of a part of what I had thought was my heritage. …

I have to say to the Israeli government, which claims to speak in the name of all Jews, that it is not speaking in my name. I will not remain silent in the face of the attempted annihilation of the Palestinians; the sale of arms to repressive regimes around the world; the attempt to stifle criticism of Israel in the media worldwide; or the twisting of the knife labelled ‘guilt’ in order to gain economic concessions from Western countries. Of course, Israel’s geo-political position has a greater bearing on this, at the moment. I will not allow the confounding of the terms ‘anti-Semitic’ and ‘anti-Zionist’ to go unchallenged.”

Dr. Marika Sherwood, ‘How I became an anti-Israel Jew’, Middle East Monitor, 7/3/18. Marika Sherwood is a survivor of the Budapest ghetto.

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“Israel, in order to survive, has to renounce the wish for domination and then it will be a much better place for Jews also. The immediate analogy which a lot of people are making in Israel is Germany. Not only the Germany of Hitler and the Nazis but even the former German Empire wanted to dominate Europe. What happened in Japan after the attack on China is that they wanted to dominate a huge area of Asia. When Germany and Japan renounced the wish for domination, they became much nicer societies for the Japanese and Germans themselves. In addition to all the Arab considerations, I would like to see Israel, by renouncing the desire for domination, including domination of the Palestinians, become a much nicer place for Israelis to live.”

Dr. Israel Shahak, Middle East Policy Journal, Summer 1989, no.29. Israel Shahak was a survivor of the Warsaw ghetto and Bergen-Belsen concentration camp.

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“I am pained by the parallels I observe between my experiences in Germany prior to 1939 and those suffered by Palestinians today. I cannot help but hear echoes of the Nazi mythos of ‘blood and soil’ in the rhetoric of settler fundamentalism which claims a sacred right to all the lands of biblical Judea and Samaria. The various forms of collective punishment visited upon the Palestinian people – coerced ghettoization behind a ‘security wall’; the bulldozing of homes and destruction of fields; the bombing of schools, mosques, and government buildings; an economic blockade that deprives people of the water, food, medicine, education and the basic necessities for dignified survival – force me to recall the deprivations and humiliations that I experienced in my youth. This century-long process of oppression means unimaginable suffering for Palestinians.”

Dr. Hajo Meyer, ‘An Ethical Tradition Betrayed’, Huffington Post, 27/1/10. Hajo Meyer was a survivor of Auschwitz.

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“As a Jewish youngster growing up in Budapest, an infant survivor of the Nazi genocide, I was for years haunted by a question resounding in my brain with such force that sometimes my head would spin: ‘How was it possible? How could the world have let such horrors happen?’

It was a naïve question, that of a child. I know better now: such is reality. Whether in Vietnam or Rwanda or Syria, humanity stands by either complicitly or unconsciously or helplessly, as it always does. In Gaza today we find ways of justifying the bombing of hospitals, the annihilation of families at dinner, the killing of pre-adolescents playing soccer on a beach. …

There is no understanding Gaza out of context – Hamas rockets or unjustifiable terrorist attacks on civilians – and that context is the longest ongoing ethnic cleansing operation in the recent and present centuries, the ongoing attempt to destroy Palestinian nationhood.

The Palestinians use tunnels? So did my heroes, the poorly armed fighters of the Warsaw Ghetto. Unlike Israel, Palestinians lack Apache helicopters, guided drones, jet fighters with bombs, laser-guided artillery. Out of impotent defiance, they fire inept rockets, causing terror for innocent Israelis but rarely physical harm. With such a gross imbalance of power, there is no equivalence of culpability. …

And what shall we do, we ordinary people? I pray we can listen to our hearts. My heart tells me that ‘never again’ is not a tribal slogan, that the murder of my grandparents in Auschwitz does not justify the ongoing dispossession of Palestinians, that justice, truth, peace are not tribal prerogatives. That Israel’s ‘right to defend itself,’ unarguable in principle, does not validate mass killing.

Dr. Gabor Mate, ‘Beautiful Dream of Israel has become a Nightmare’, Toronto Star, 22/7/14. Gabor Mate is a survivor of the Budapest ghetto.

#israel #gaza #gaza strip #palestine #free palestine #anti-semitic #islamophobia #zionism

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