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The day had finally came, Bulmas birthday party was in full swing. "You don't thinks they're actually coming do you?" She looked nervously to her husband, praying that the familar faces wouldn't apear and spoil her mood. "Well Woman you did invite them and they did RSVP so." Vegeta answered with a snarky voice, He had told her it was a bad idea but she had refused to listen. "BULMA" Chi-Chi called, walking up the stairs with a guy attached to her arm. "This is Zack, He's my boyfriend" she smiled happily before leaning up and kissing his cheek. He was tall, not nearly as tall as Goku but still tall. She looked back to her friend and smiled, "I can sense their energy" Vegeta stated looking to the sky. Both Bulma and Chi-Chi stilled, "G-Goku? and Y/N?" Chi-Chi's fist balled as anger and jealousy started to over take her.

With Y/N and Goku

"MOM HOW MUCH FARTHER??" Goten complained. "Yeah Mum this is such a long flight" Trunks whiney voice followed. Y/N chuckled, the boys had started to call her mom the other week as a joke but the name just stuck.  "Aren't you both sayians? this should be a breeze." She looked to Goku for a little back up but he shared a tired looking form. "You guys stayed up late training again huh?" She asked, glancing at the three. "Whhhaaattt? No Y/N. I'm a responsible adult I would never let them" Goku made an attempt to defend himself. "But dad you're the one who asked us to help you with mmffmdf" Goten was quickly cut off by Trunks hand covering his face. " Dude shut up" Trunks whisper in his ear glancing between Y/N and Goku. She only rolled her eyes and continued forward. "We are almost there, maybe like 5 more minutes," she gave a forced smile. As they got closer her nervous where really kicking in. What if acting this way caused a fight?? She had no doubt that her and Goku could win but she hated the thought of having to hurt some of the people who where once Gokus closest friends, some even family. "Hey, It's okay. We are going to be okay" Goku gently took her hand, giving her a comforting smile. "Whatever you think is about to happen, we will face it together... All of us" He took a glance at the boys who offered their own smiles in an attempt to comfort her.  She took a breath before returning the smile, "Right we are a happy family" Her voice held no sarcasm only joy in remembering that fact. "Thats my girl," Goku smiled maintain her hand in his. "FINALLY" Trunks yelled finally seeing the venue come into view as  they approached.

"GOTEN, TRUNKS, DAD!!" Gohan called, quickly flying up to meet them. He gave Trunks and Goten loving nuggies before being brought into a group hug with Goku. Y/N only smiled softly at their actions, admiring their affection for each other. Spotting her father from the corner of her eye. She watched with wide eyes as he beckoned her over with his hand. Looking around ensuring that the wrench Bulma was not near, she cautiously made her way down to him. "Old Man" she greeted him with a straight face. At the moment she felt like crying as his cold stone face relayed no emotion. He starred at her for a moment before pulling her into a deep hug. "Hi little" He greeted her, digging his head into her hair. Oh how long it had been since he called her that, keeping up an act like this was tough on her. For a long time she thought he had actually started hating her but his affection, his hug, his uneven breath that she could feel on the top of her head, put all those worries to rest. "Hi Daddy" she whispered before hugging him back with just as much force. "I'm so so sorry" He whispered into her head, he pulled away and looked down at her to find tears in her eyes but a soft smile. Y/N sniffled slightly, but jumped at the sudden power spike from the boys who where now behind here. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MA?" Trunks was suddenly up in Vegetas face forcing him to take a step back. "Yeah Vegeta, you better have a good reason for making Y/N cry" Goku said, throwing an arm around her shoulder bringing her to his chest. "Relax Kakurot, remember how I told you we have much to discuss?" Goku's eyes remained sharp, "What about it?" He was now defensive, unwilling to deal with someone who had hurt Y/N so bad. "This," Vegeta gestured to the area around him, "Is all an act" To say the Sons, and Trunks where surprised was an understatement. "W-what, as in hating Y/N?" Gohan asked wanting conformation. "Yes, unfortunately.." "VEGETA GET IN HERE" Bulmas voice pierced the air. "Birth Giver" Trunks whispered with slight venom in his words. "I'M COMING WOMAN," He hollowed back. "That is the reason" Vegeta said before quickly walking back through the doors waving his hand for them to follow.

"Y/N what was that about?" Goku asked moving his arm so he could hold her hand. "Goku, I'm sorry I'm…" She looked at him with a face of guilt. "I'm under a oath that I can't speak of what I am or who I am," Her tears fell freely, "I'm so sorry Goku, I never wanted to lie to you but" Her face was cupped by a large hand. "Hey Hey Love, If there's something you can't tell me thats okay," He gently wiped her tears "I'll do anything, fight anyone to make sure our found family stays just like it is" He whispered his words making sure they sounded as sincere as he meant them to. "Thank you Goku" Y/N smiled her hand coming up to hold his, "I love you Y/N and I mean that in more ways than you think" He gave her a soft kiss on her forehead, made sure her tears where gone, then led her inside.

"Y/N how lovely, " Bulma was the first face they saw once they had entered. "GUYS THE HOME WRECKERS HERE!" she called out causing everyone's head to shoot up. "Please, feel free to socialize" She finished with a wicked smile. "Uh thanks Bulma" Y/N only returned the smile before walking away with Goku, arms interlocked. "Guess much hasn't changed" Trunks huffed holding Y/N as to not get separated. "Yeah, unfortunately you guys always end up in the conversation" Gohan said, glancing around at the glares that where being shot at the small happy family. "Y/N!" A female voice cheerfully called out. Looking around Y/N found Gohan's wife Videl walking towards the group with a big smile. "How are you?" She smiled taking Gohans arm and holding it. "I've been okay, but you know I'm a home wrecker so watch out" Y/N made fake claws and smiled with a grin, this caused Videl to giggle. "Oh, yes How could I have forgotten," She sighed shaking her head. "I really am sorry, you did nothing wrong" Videl tried to comfort the girl. "Oh it's okay, all I need are these three right here" she said glancing as her boys smiled. "We're doing quite alright" She shook her head as Goku leaned down to her whisper something to her. "If you're uncomfortable we can always leave" He gently kissed the spot behind her ear, Y/N reaction made Goku chuckle as she flushed red slightly. "Mama, I'm gonna go wonder with Trunks," Goten quickly took Trunks hand and drug him away from the four adults. "He calls you mama huh?" Gohan asked smiling at  Y/N, "I'm sorry, I had no intention of taking that role from your mother but I'd hate to ask him to stop because it gives him comfort" She lowered her head in shame. 'I should've stopped that damn habit'

"No no please, I'm happy he's found that comfort again, In all honest I don't think what moms been doing would be good for him" He sighed shaking his head slightly. "Oh Zack you're so funny" Chi-Chi loud laugh was heard approaching. "Oh your mom met somone?" Y/N asked happy  that the female seemed to have moved on. "Uh not exactly. see she keeps coming up with different men, at least once a month" Gohan sighed while looking down at Videl, "And the worst part is, she's not trying to move on she just wants to make you jealous dad" Looking up at his father who's attentions was focused on the approaching figures. " Well unfortunately, I'm quite happy" Goku's big smile was back and  he turned his head to acknowledge his son.  "GOHAN THERE YOU ARE" Chi-Chi yelled before dragging Zack right behind her. "Hon this is my son Gohan, he didn't leave me" She smiled completely oblivious to the others standing. "Gohan this is Zack my boyfriend" She was completely engrossed in getting the two antiquated and left out Videl, Goku, and Y/N who only took glances at each other before shrugging their shoulders. They watched silently as Gohan awkwardly tried to maintain conversation with the new stranger. "Oh yes very uh very interesting" Zack continued on and on about whatever he was talking about, while Gohan turned slightly eyes begging for assistance. However Zack seemed to have found another conversation starter. "Hellllo Doll," Zack quickly maneuvered around Gohan and approached Videl. Gohan slightly stunned watched as this whore man walked right past him and straight to HIS wife. "Hello baby, you are quite the looker" His voice was low and gravely, 'Gross' Y/N thought carefully watching the situation.  Gohan was about to intervine when his mother grabbed him and started to drag him away. "Oh Gohan I must show you" She continued talking and talking, "Wait mom, Videl" Gohan tried to get his words in but by the time he had processed the situation he was gone out the room and left Videl with Zack.

Yeah no thank you, please take a big fucking step back" Videl quickly put space between her and the creep, making sure her discomfort was known. Her hands instantly went to shield her stomach which caught Y/N and Gokus attention. "Come- on love, just a little talking" He smiled but his eyes held no good intentions. "Ah lets stop right there lover boy" Y/N quickly stepped in when his eyes began undressing Videl. "Oh you're" He looked at Y/N for a moment, "hey wait a second... You're the homewrecker" He looked her up and down as well "I see why he left her, so wanna wreck the home again" He attention was now completely on Y/N. "Actually, I'd like to wreak your face for those disgusting comments but my sons are here so I'd rather not" Her smile was sickeningly sweet but her eyes told a whole other ordeal. He was slightly taken aback by her look, it was murderous. "So why don't you run along and find YOUR girlfriend and leave us alone hmm?" She titled her head slightly and closed her eyes adding to this innocent act. "Uh yeah, bitch" He muttered under his breath before speed walking way. "Videl you okay love?" Y/N quickly went to condole the girl "Do you think he was any strong?" Goku asked, curious as to if he had found a new opponent. "Goku," Y/N sighed shaking her head slightly. "I swear he never changes" she whispered to Videl who giggled at the comment. "You sure you okay? I can still kick his ass" Y/N double check with Videl before bidding a goodbye and returning to Gokus side. "I don't like that guy" Goku said as he remained staring at the direction Zack had ran. Y/N would never admit it but at that comment her heart hurt slightly, 'Was he Jealous?' She worried that Chi-Chi's might be working. Her thoughts where interrupted when Goku cupped her face and bought it so he could see her eyes. "I don't like the comments he made about you," His thumb running above her cheek bone "Made me wanna hit him" He closed his eyes before presenting a bright smile. "Maybe because I love you so much" He giggle, Y/N felt her heart sore, Chi-Chi's plan was working, Goku was jealous but it was all working in Y/N favor. However she would still feel guilty at time, 'Maybe I really am a home weaker' 

"MAMA HELP"

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Forbidden

Pairing: Dilf!Armin x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But, Mr. Arlert-”

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

You raised your eyebrows, “Sir?”

Armin smiled, “Mhm, just like that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s my girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bad Idea

Eren x Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: Penetration, Cream pie, Cheating, Unprotected sex

Summary: Despite being a seemingly healthy relationship, Eren can’t stop himself from staring at you. Now, you’re finally getting to know Eren’s fascination in your body and the thoughts that keep him awake at night.

Notes: I don’t condone cheating, I just thought of this and couldn't stop myself from writing it...

You believe Eren’s most prominent feature is his eyes. They’re a beautiful sea-green that’s almost split between the blue of the sky and the green of the grass. His eyes are so wide and full of interest when you catch them staring at you no matter where you are and what you’re doing.

You’ve always noticed Eren’s eyes being on you, his gaze is an accessory that always compliments your outfit. You’ve felt the weight of his eyes when you’d walk into the kitchen and he was in there with your step sister, Historia. Or when you’d doze off on the way to the beach and could feel him watching you from two seats over. And even when he’s sitting with Historia while you watch a movie, holding her hand under the blanket while he watches you on the other side of the couch.

It’s odd how much Eren likes to look at you, considering he’s dating your older sister. But, you can’t say you hate the weight of his eyes either. Every time you walk into a room and you see him in there, you wait for the moment he notices the new guest is you. You wait for that split second moment before Eren looks up at you, and then never looks away. Feeling the weight of his eyes was your favorite feeling, the taboo of the entire encounter making your heart race and your panties wetten.

So, why were you pretending to be surprised when you felt him staring at you across the campsite?

You were lounging back in a fold-up chair around the firepit, watching the flames dance around each other to the music coming from somebody’s speaker. You had on your sleep shorts and a big t-shirt, not wanting to wear too much knowing you’d be going to bed once the fire died. It was then, while you were staring into the flames, that that familiar feeling landed on your skin and wouldn’t go away.

You looked up, taking in the scene in front of you. The sun was setting behind the thick forest of trees, painting the sky in colors of purples, pinks, and blues. Historia sat beside Eren on the picnic table, animatedly talking with Armin and Mikasa. Historia was deep into the conversation, but Eren had mentally exited. Instead of listening, Eren was watching you intently, the ghost of a smile across his lips.

You watched Eren back. At first, when Eren would stare at you, you looked away until the feeling was gone. But - more recently - you started watching the boy as he watched you. The ghost of a smile across your lips, one eyebrow curiously raised, and your eyes watching his emerald ones with a hint of interest.

It only made him stare at you more.

You shifted in the flimsy seat, leaning closer to the heated firepit. You shifted your eyes from Eren and down to the dancing flames. You leaned closer to the fire, so much so that your shirt fell forward, teasing the smooth skin underneath. You knew Eren was looking at you, so why not give him something to look at?

You felt a hand on your shoulder before you could look back up at Eren. You were planning on hooding your eyes seductively, smirking at him across the campsite, and tilting your head innocently at the boy. But instead you were ripped from your plan by a calloused grasp on your clothed shoulder.

You jumped in your seat and turned to the new person, “Hi.”

Jean smiles at the empty seat beside you, “Can I sit here?”

“Yeah.” You nodded slowly. “Yeah, yeah, take it.”

“Cool,” Jean mumbles as he joins you around the fire. You lean back in the chair, tearing your thoughts from Eren, though you could still feel the weight of his eyes from across the campsite.

Jean was a close friend of Eren’s, and - by association - a close friend of Historia’s as well. He was always at these group events, usually sitting with Connie and Sasha, doing something stupid. This was the first time he had ever spoken to you, other than your first meeting when he introduced himself. It was strange that he’d choose today of all days to talk to you, but so be it.

“So,” Jean filled the awkward silence, the only sound coming from the crackling of the fire and the sound of music playing from somewhere far off, “How are you enjoying camping?”

“It’s fun,” You answered shortly, “I like the fire.”

“I can tell.” Jean chuckled lightly. “You haven’t left that spot since we got the fire going two hours ago.”

You finally turned to the boy with a shrug, “Does that make me a pyromaniac?”

“Well, do you like to watch things burn?”

You thought about Jean’s question for a moment. You thought about what always attracted you towards fires. You wondered if you only liked to watch the flames dance around each other or if you only liked the scorching heat that radiated, but quickly decided that that wasn’t it. Your attraction to flames was never to the fire itself, but rather the wood underneath.

You liked to watch the wood char from a fire you control. You liked being the one to hit the burnt broken pieces from the log, only encouraging the fire further. You liked watching the log as it watched you, being well aware of the flames eating it alive until the fire finally died. Only when the fire dies can you see the log in all of its glory. The log is falling apart, black pieces flaking to the firepit’s bottom, beckoning you forward to feel mercy for the destroyed wood that kept you warm for so long.

“I suppose I do.” You turned back to Eren only to be met with an empty seat beside Historia at the wooden picnic table. “The wood doesn’t need to burn, but we burn it for our own selfish reasons.” You turn back to Jean, his eyebrows raised at you. “It’s kind of funny - actually - how selfish humans can be.”

Jean smiles sideways, “You say that like you aren’t human.”

You giggle, “I’m human. I’m sorry, that got weird really quickly.”

“Yeah,” Jean said through breathy laughter, “It did.”

There was a moment of silence before you said, “How are you enjoying camping?”

Jean was taken aback by your sudden question, “Oh, yeah, camping. It’s going well. I’m honestly surprised Historia invited you.”

“What?”

Jean started waving his hands in your face, “No, no, no, no- that came off so wrong.” Jean leaned back in the seat beside you. “Historia and Eren got in a fight the other day about you, so I was surprised she invited you to come along.”

“What fight?” You leaned towards the boy, the ghost of a smile on your lips. The excitement in the pit of your stomach was the same excitement you felt when you watched the log slowly burn away in the firepit.

Jean sighed, “Don’t get upset over what I tell you.”

“I won’t.” You leaned closer to the boy, your shirt involuntarily shifting forward and showing more skin than you wanted. But, you couldn’t notice your shirt at the moment, you were focused on everything wrong with Historia and Eren’s seemingly perfect relationship.

Jean’s eyes quickly glanced over your face and body before he started, “They were fighting the other day because Historia thinks he talks to you too much. She said he always targets you at parties and when he comes over, he's always around you.”

You pout at the boy, “We barely talk, though, and I’ve never noticed him being around me.”

It wasn’t a lie, you never noticed Eren being around you. You never noticed how he got closer to you the longer he watched you from across the room. You never noticed how he always seemed to be right over your shoulder, forcing himself into any conversation that happened with you. He’d been doing those things since you’d met him, it was simply something you were used to.

Jean put his hands up in silent surrender, “Hey, that’s all I’ve heard. Of course, I heard that through Armin who heard it through Mikasa who was with Eren when he was fighting with Historia over the phone. So, who knows what’s real. All we know for sure is that they fought and you were the key discussion point.”

“Weird,” You said as you leaned back in your chair, much to Jean’s disappointment.

“But,” Jean quickly continued, “I doubt it was that serious of a fight considering you were still invited to come on the camping trip. I just think they needed to blow off a little steam before the big trip.”

“Yeah,” You quietly agreed, looking around the campsite.

The campsite was beautifully bland. It was surrounded by a thick forest of trees, and a dirt path leading down to the site itself. The firepit sat in the middle of the campsite, a group of fold up chairs surrounding the blazing fire. It also had a metal park grill not too far away from the picnic table where Historia, Armin, and Mikasa all sat together. And close by the picnic table was the RV still attached to Jean's truck he had driven into the mountains only a few hours ago.

Right after getting to the destination, you mostly stayed on the couch in the RV, listening to music and ignoring everybody else. It was only when the sun started to set and the marshmallows were promised that you found your way to the firepit. And for the last two hours, you sat in your seat, eyeing up Eren and watching the log burn slowly.

“Anyways,” Jean said before standing up, “I’m thinking about taking a walk around the woods, care to join?”

You looked up from the blazing fire and at the tall boy looking down at where you were sitting. Jean was waiting for you, as if he expected you to give up the fire for his company instead. Jean was attractive, but you knew the only way you were going off with Jean was if Eren was here to watch your exit.

You looked around the campsite to find Eren’s eyes. He was no longer at the picnic table, talking with his friends. You couldn't see the emerald eyes watching you from the RV or the edge of the woods or - wait, there they were. Eren stood at the grill, helping Connie cook hamburgers as Sasha patiently waited beside them. And, just as you expected, his eyes were watching you intently.

You turned your attention back to Jean, “Yeah, I’ll join. But, wait for me to grab my sweatshirt in case it gets cold.”

Jean nodded, “Yeah, yeah. Of course. Take your time. I’ll be with Sasha when you’re ready to go.”

You rose from the seat and happily skipped your way over to the RV. You could feel the weight of Eren’s eyes from across the campsite, watching the way you move your body and the way your hair bounced with each overexaggerated step. Once to the door of the RV, you pressed your back into the handle and turned your eyes to Eren’s. You quirked a single eyebrow up at the boy, almost tempting him to come closer.

You turned around and found your way into the RV. You walked through the driver’s area and into the middle. Across from the dining table and kitchen was the couch in which you had taken reign over since you first walked into the RV. You found your backpack on the side of the couch, hanging over the back cushion.

You grabbed the backpack and sat on the couch to go through it. You shuffled through the things you had shoved in the biggest pocket. Things like the many cords for your appliances, your laptop, the book you’re currently reading, a packet of your favorite gum, and loads of other useless objects you didn’t need to bring. You frowned at your backpack, thinking you had shoved your sweatshirt into the bottom of the bag.

The door of the RV swung open suddenly and you jumped in your seat from the noise. You placed the bag back on the floor, giving your attention to whoever had joined you in the RV. You were expecting Jean, considering he was waiting for you, but you were dead wrong.

“Eren,” You whispered the name of the new guest, standing up with his entrance.

“Hey,” Eren grinned as he looked you up and down.

You tried to look away from his eyes, glancing around the entire RV, “Have you seen my sweatshirt?”

“No,” Eren said quickly, “What were you and Jean talking about?”

Your eyes snapped back to the boy, “Excuse me?”

“You heard my question.”

You crossed your arms against your chest, “That is hardly any of your business.”

You turned around, walking back towards the bedding area. You glanced in every crevice of the RV, still trying to find your sweatshirt. Eren followed you through the RV, only a few steps behind you.

“But it is my business,” Eren said to your back, “You made it my business.”

You turned around to him, “And, how the hell did I do that?”

Eren sighed, “Because, it’s you we’re talking about here. Everything involving you also involves me. You’re my girlfriend’s little sister, I care about you and I’m protective over you. And - Jean - he isn’t a good guy, you shouldn’t be talking to him.”

“He’s your friend,” You remind the boy, “If he’s a good person or not is not my problem. Maybe pick better friends next time, Eren.”

“You’re the one who’s going to follow him into the woods right before the sun goes down.” You tilted your head at that, so Eren did know what you and Jean had talked about. “You think he has good intentions? You think he only wants to walk and talk? You can’t be stupid enough to think he doesn’t have ulterior motives.”

“And if he does,” You say with a smile, “Who cares? If I let him lead me into the woods and strip me and then we end up fucking in a cold ass lake in the middle of the night, who cares? Surely, you don’t care.” You raised your eyebrows. “Right, Eren?”

Though the scenario was purely for playful purposes, Eren didn’t find it funny. In fact, he only frowned down at you, as if he were a disappointed father looking down at his rebellious teen daughter. Your relationship with Eren was strange, one minute he was watching you like a hungry man watching a seafood buffet and the next minute he was reprimanding you for simply making a joke.

“I don’t care,” Eren said with a single raised eyebrow.

You grinned up at him, “You aren’t acting like you don’t care.”

“Aren’t you looking for something?”

Your smile only widened, “Oh my god, are you jealous?”

Eren looked away from you, now focusing on the wall to your left. You continued to look into his big green eyes, trying to make him break. He was holding a strong front, but you wanted to hear his own ulterior motives - like, why he followed you into the empty RV in the first place.

“Come on,” You taunted, “You aren’t seriously jealous?” Eren remained silent so you prodded further. “Who are you more jealous of? Are you jealous of me for having the option to run off into the middle of the woods with your best friend to let him fuck me because I’m single? Or, are you jealous of Jean because he gets to be the one to fuck me?”

Eren closed his eyes, “I’m just protective of you, I told you that.”

You took a step forward, “Would you rather you be the one leading me into the dark woods and fucking me in the lake?”

Eren finally looked at you, “I don’t have to be Jean to fuck you.”

“But you have to be single.”

“Do I?” Eren took a step closer to you, making your heart pound in your chest. “You won’t tell anyone, right? You won’t tell your older sister?”

It was disgusting how Eren could joke about sleeping with you when he was dating Historia - but also, was he even joking? His mouth was set in a permanent smirk and his eyebrows were quirked and you could see the way his eyes searched every inch of your body. Suddenly, wearing shorts and a t-shirt wasn’t enough, you were sweating bullets under his gaze.

“Eren,” You said his name in a whisper, “That’s not funny.”

“Jokes are funny.” Eren tilted his head at you. “But, I’m not joking.”

You thought of Historia, innocently sitting at the picnic table right outside of the RV. You thought of Jean, waiting by the grill for you to grab your sweatshirt and finally go on a walk with him. And, you thought of Eren and how close he was. And, how he smelled of campfire smoke, and his beautiful sea-green eyes, and his plump pink lips, and his white teeth that were biting into his smile, trying to hold back his obvious amusement.

You wanted to say no - you really did - but now that Eren finally offered this to you, you could no longer think of Historia. You only thought of yourself, and how good Eren would feel on top of you. You thought of how heavy his body would feel on your chest, a lot heavier than his eyes have ever felt.

“You aren’t joking?” You whispered, there was a tint of interest evident in that one question.

Eren shrugged lightly, “I’m not joking if you’re not joking.”

“I could tell her.” You took a step closer to Eren, now only an inch away. “I could tell Historia about this whole conversation.”

Eren placed an uncharacteristically gentle hand on your cheek, “But, would she believe you? Her angelic little boyfriend trying to sleep with her little sister? That’s something I would never do.”

You raised your eyebrows as he leaned in closer, “I could still tell her, maybe even cry if I have to.”

Eren’s lips were only a moment away from your own when he whispered to your mouth, “And, what if she doesn’t believe you?”

Eren pushed through that second of space between your lips. He kissed you gently at first, as if metaphorically dipping his toes into the water before diving in completely. And surely, only a moment later, Eren came in for another kiss but this one quickly became ravenous and desperate.

Eren had his arms wrapped around your waist, bringing your body closer to him and pressing your chests together. You wrapped your arms around Eren’s neck, using his height to your advantage to stay with his lips. When Eren straightened back up, he took you with him, your feet going up on your tip-toes.

You weren’t doing much of the walking, but you went with him as he walked backwards to the couch. Eren let go of you before he sat down on the cushion beside your bag. He looked up at you where you stood above him, tilting his head mockingly. Eren then smacked his lap lightly, beckoning you forward the same way an owner would call forward a dog.

You crossed your arms against your chest from where you stood over Eren, “Seriously? Are you mistaking me for a bitch?”

Eren smirked and said, “Just sit down already. You don’t want people to get curious about what we're talking about, right?” You sighed and reluctantly took your spot on Eren’s lap, straddling him. “Good puppy.”

Your face was only an inch from Eren’s, and he was watching your lips as you said, “I’m not a puppy. That can be Historia’s job.”

Eren cringed at the sound of his girlfriend’s name, but then quickly replied, “Let’s not talk about her while you’re on top of me, alright?”

“Talk about who?” You leaned in and pressed your lips to Eren’s lips.

Eren smiled against your mouth, “That’s my girl.”

That nickname caused you to shift closer to Eren, your chests pressing together. Your lips found each other once again, the kissing just as desperate as before. Your lips moved against his, your teeth clattering together with neediness.

Eren had his hands on your hips, and he moved them onto the small of your back. His hands kept rising, moving up the back of your t-shirt and settling on your spine. Then, in one swift move, Eren swung you through the air and laid you down on the couch, finding his place on top of you.

You let out a quick gasp from the quick position change and the newfound pressure right where you needed him between your legs. You couldn’t help but whine into Eren’s mouth with every movement of his hardening cock against the heartbeat in your pants. And, each whine you fed him only made him groan into your mouth as well.

“Eren,” You whispered to his lips, “More - I want more.”

Eren pressed harder into you one last time before sitting back on his knees. As if he were getting timed, Eren grabbed the hem of your shorts and pulled them off in one swift move. The shorts hit the floor and Eren looked down at you with a sickeningly confident smile.

“How sweet,” Eren said, “You're so desperate for me.”

“Shut up,” You mumbled, “How can you call me desperate when you’re the one with the staring problem?”

Eren moves back on top of you, looking deeply into your eyes, “Don’t act like you never stared back.”

You turned your head and whispered into his cheek, “I only stared back because you stared at me.” You jutted your chin forward, holding back from kissing Eren. “Why did you stare so much anyways? What were you even thinking about?”

Eren grinned as he whispered, “I always thought about-” He chuckled quietly to himself- “Well, about what’s happening right now, princess.” Eren leaned in closer. “Watching you practically whine for more of me.”

You finally brought your lips to his, kissing him in response to his statement. Honestly, it was exactly what you had always thought. You knew Eren didn’t watch you because he liked your hair or your outfits or the way you smiled when you talked. You always knew there was some deep rooted sexual desire planted in Eren’s head - and that reality was entirely why you started staring back in the first place.

You liked the attention and you grew comfortable with the weight of Eren’s gaze over time. You knew even if you were completely overlooked in every conversation with your sister’s friends - desperately trying to squeeze your way into the conversations and even going to the lengths of clinging onto Historia’s arm, hoping you’ll receive as much attention as she was getting - Eren would still look at you despite it all.

Eren was back between your legs in a moment, but close wasn’t nearly close enough. You instinctively wrapped your legs around Eren’s waist, hooking them together at the ankles. You pushed your hands under the thin fabric of his t-shirt, moving your fingertips over the thick muscles of his back and shoulders. You pushed the shirt upward with a quiet command.

“Off,” You whispered against Eren’s mouth.

Eren shook his head, moving his nose against your own, “No time.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, about to ask what he could mean by that when he silently answered your unspoken question. Eren’s one hand moved from the side of your head and down to his waist, undoing his jeans in one experienced move. He struggled with the hem of his pants, so you silently offered two helping hands.

Your fingers fumbled around with the rough fabric of his pants as you both attempted to push them over his waist. His jeans moved swiftly over his curves, revealing his boxers pitching a unexpectantly long tent. You always assumed Eren’s cocky attitude was his way of overcompensating for something he didn’t have - but, now that you could see it, you realized he didn’t need to overcompensate for anything, he was just a cocky bastard with a big cock.

You felt Eren’s fingers hastily grab for the bottom of your panties, pushing them to the side. Eren brought his free hand to the waistband of his boxers, pushing the fabric down enough to free his cock from underneath. Your eyes were caught on his dick, taking in a sight Historia must see all of the time - considering how needy he seems to be.

But, what if Eren wasn’t this needy with Historia? You’re not Historia, and you don’t pretend to be either, so maybe he likes the change - in fact, maybe that’s what has always drawn his attention to you. Maybe he likes the way you let his eyes confidently decorate you, instead of Historia who gets giddy and blushy under his gaze. Maybe he likes that you don’t remind him of his girlfriend because sometimes getting used to something means getting bored of it.

Eren’s mouth kisses down your jaw and neck, pressing soft kisses to the sensitive skin under your ear. His breath was hot against your skin, making you squirm lightly under the pressure of his body. His whispers tickled the places he had previously kissed.

“‘You okay?” Eren whispered against your throat.

The question made your stomach turn with butterflies, “Mhm, perfect.”

Eren brought himself closer to your body, hips to hips and his cock finding its home in your entrance. The movement made your back arch, pressing your chest flush against Eren’s chest. A low ache of pain spread between your legs and you couldn’t stop the broken moan that left your lips.

“Shush,” Eren groaned against your ear before bringing his lips back to yours. He kissed you softly once before he leaned back to look into your eyes. It seemed he was pretending not to be balls deep inside of you as he gazed sweetly into your eyes. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, “M’fine.”

You always thought Eren’s gaze of desire was enough for you, but his gaze of admirational was enough to turn you on by itself. His eyes were burning holes into your own, and you felt yourself growing hot under the gaze as if you had anything to be nervous about. You bucked your hips against his own, wanting more of him but not knowing how to voice those desires.

He took the silent hint well enough, moving his body against yours, and pulling himself out of you before pushing himself back in. You bit your lip to stop the loud moans from escaping your throat. Eren brought his lips to yours, attempting to help suppress the moans from coming out. Under better circumstances, Eren would’ve loved to hear your sounds of pleasure, but not when his friends and girlfriend were right outside.

“How about-” Eren groaned against your mouth as he pushed his hips against yours- “Next time I’ll take my time.”

“Next time,” You whispered breathlessly in between two kisses.

Eren repeated, “Next time.”

The thought of doing this again made your heart jump and your entrance grow a little tighter around his cock. Next time, he was already planning a next time. Next time without his friends waiting outside, next time without his girlfriend within a thirty foot radius, next time without a quick fuck - something a bit more meaningful than right now.

So, you let him use you. You let him use your body to fill his every desire, and use you as his personal fleshlight. He slammed his hips into you, desperately reaching a high that you weren’t even close to finding. Because next time you knew he’d take his time with you, and let you have as many orgasms as you could hope for.

Eren was close to his climax, you could tell by the way his thrusts got sloppy and his kissing got messy against your lips. He leaned back far enough from your face to whisper into your mouth.

“Where?” He whispered with a groan.

“Anywhere.” You whispered back, moving your hips against Eren’s hips to help bring him to his approaching high.

WIth one last gutty groan into your mouth and one final thrust fully into you, you felt yourself get filled with his warmth. After Eren pulled himself completely out, he dropped his head to your shoulder, breathing heavily against your skin. After a few moments of silent relief, he pushed your panties back to cover the mess he had made.

Eren moved to sit back on the couch, covering himself back up with his boxers and jeans. You rolled yourself partially off of the couch, grabbing your shorts from the floor before moving them over your legs. You were once again fully dressed, now looking at Eren with furrowed eyebrows.

You wanted to say something, but without a single word of acknowledgement, you walked to the door of the RV. Before you could reach for the door handle, Eren spoke up suddenly from the couch.

“Your sweatshirt,” He said quickly, his eyes once again finding yours.

You glanced lazily around the RV, “I don’t need it.” You looked back at Eren with a cocky grin. “Maybe I can borrow Jean’s sweatshirt if I get too cold.” Your grin only grew wider. “Or, maybe we can create our own body heat - you know, if we have to.”

Eren frowned at you, “You’re insufferable, you know that, right?”

You shrugged lightly, “That’s just how little sisters are.”

It was as if you had watched his world crash around him. You watched realization make itself known in his eyes and in his face, from his now slack jaw and widened eyes. He was finally remembering - after forcing himself to forget for so long - that you were a little sister. Not only a little sister, but his girlfriend’s little sister.

You regretted saying anything, so you instead walked out of the RV. Nobody had noticed you were gone and nobody was waiting for your return. You walked across the campsite to stand beside Jean still talking with Sasha. You stood silently for a few moments until Jean finally noticed you by his side.

“Hey.” Jean looked you up and down, noticing your newly rosy cheeks and swollen lips. If he gave himself the time to think about it, he could come to the conclusion of what had happened in the RV, but Jean silently chose obliviousness. “‘You ready to go?”

Your eyes moved quickly to the opening door of the RV, Eren making his escape. There was a new awkward gait to Eren’s walk as he made his way to his girlfriend and friends sitting on the picnic table. Historia excitedly ran into Eren’s arms when he came within a ten feet radius, and you felt your stomach turn in jealousy.

It was weird how he labelled himself as Historia’s boyfriend, but yet he was just as much - if not more - yours. In just a few months, Historia and Eren would be celebrating their two year anniversary. And, in a strange way, you would be celebrating with them as well as their unofficial third.

“I’m ready.” Your eyes met Jean’s and you offered him a genuine smile. “Let’s go walk.”

For a second as you made your way towards the edge of the woods with Jean, you felt the familiar weight of Eren’s eyes on your back. It was heavier than normal, two new feelings silently shared between the two of you: the guilt of what you had done, and the excitement of knowing it would happen again.

Reverse Pinecest Smut

A/N: Okay so I did this on a whim. An idea came into mind and woosh! i decided to type it down at once. I haven’t re-read this thoroughly so mind you, there might be a lot of spelling or grammar mistakes here and there and perhaps some parts that wouldn’t make sense. *sighs* sorry.

________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Mabel didn't like being ignored. Especially by her twin.

For weeks Dipper had been fixated into reading his beloved Journal, rereading every page word by word, making sure not to miss even one clue on where or how they might find the other journal. Frustratingly for Mabel, he'd only put it down when a show would be held or when it is really, immensely necessary.

And she tried everything, even so much as to blatantly seduce him, even in public or in broad daylight. After one of their shows she pulled him aside and practically jumped on him, kissing and sucking on every skin that was exposed. He responded beautifully, a low groan that eventually turned into moans. Mabel smiled and she bit on his neck earning a sweet sound from him, before she went down on her knees and pulled down his pants.

She devoured him with much gusto, sucking so intently that in a matter of minutes Dipper gripped her hair and bucked his hips onto her, filling her mouth with his fluids.

And she happily swallowed every last drop.

Feeling her own wetness from her core, she stood up, hoping to finally get her reward for doing such a good job on him. But as his arousness subdued, his mind was preoccupied once again with the thought of finally getting his hands on the other journal, and off he went. Leaving Mabel with only a peck on the kiss and a promise of making it up to her.

But he never did.

It's been almost two crucial weeks for Mabel and her need could not be satisfied with just her own hands. She needed someone.

And then an idea came into mind.

Wearing her most provocative lingerie underneath her usual clothes, she snuck her way towards a certain house, to a certain boy that she knew would somehow, if not definitely, quench even a bit of her increasing thirst for a companion.

It wasn't like her to do this kind of thing. Sneaking into a boy's room late at night was definitely not usual for her. She was Mabel freaking Gleeful, the girl everyone adores. The girl who has almost all the bachelors of gravity falls trailing behind her, wanting to earn even the slightest of her attention which she never gave to anyone whom she believed was not worth it.

But then, there was Gideon Pines. The boy who never spared her a second glance.

And is now the boy moaning underneath her as she rode him.

Controlling him had never been easy, adding the fact that she was not at all adept in using her power unlike her brother. But today had been suffice enough to have him respond just accordingly with her every touch and feather like kisses.

With a few short, yet intense thrusts, Mabel had brought them both to their sweet release.

Once she had slipped back to her clothes she blew him a mocking kiss, earning an "I hate you," from Gideon who, after pleasure that had engulfed him diminished, had the look of utter dread as the previous events finally dawned to him.

Feeling quite pleased with the success of her plan, she hums a made up tune as she struts her way back towards the tent of telepathy. Her craving for her own brothers was still lingering, but the sex she just had with Gideon sufficed enough for the time being.

With a pleased smirk on her face she turns the knob and halts as she meets the glare of her brother. If she were to be honest, the look he sent her frightened her a bit if it weren't for the assurance that her brother wouldn't go as far as to kill her.

Dipper was seated on the far end of the bed with his arms folded across his chest and his leg over the other, staring at her with much intensity which gave her an unexpected—though not entirely unwelcomed—feeling of satisfaction.

'Well, looks like it's going to be rough night' She mused.

Regaining her composure, Mabel stepped inside the room, intently swaying her hips a bit more enticingly as she approaches him and reaches out to give him a sweet kiss on the forehead where his birthmark was beautifully imprinted on for the world to see.

She smiled warmly and said, "It's quite late my dear brother, why have you not gone to bed?" When he didn't answer nor move a single inch from where he sat. Mabel walked towards her closet to change into a set of clean nightgown and an underwear which she knew was Dipper's favorite and hoped it would push him closer to his limits. She mindlessly threw her used garments into the chair by her mirror closet that would probably earn her a solid half hour of lecture from him if he weren't already too infuriated at her for being out so late, doing who—knows—what. Or doing 'who' exactly.

Finally, with a condescending tone he spoke up, "Where have you been?"

Mabel had the urge to let out a giggle, but decided to hold it in as to not ruin the intensity of the atmosphere that was building up between them.

"There was nothing to do here. So I went out to play," She casually replies. Smirking, she puts her hand on her hip she playfully adds. "Why? Did my brother miss me?"

"I asked you a question, Mabel. Do not make me repeat it again." He stared directly into her eyes making her body tense, though not with fear.

Mustering up a bravado, she crossed her arms. "Fine. I was out with Gideon Pines." She stated.

And it was as a trigger had been pulled, in a swift motion a hand was slam beside her head that caused her to startle and then dipper was right in front of her.

"And what were you doing with Gideon exactly?" The words came out one at a time with equal amount of intensity.

This had been her master plan all along, getting him jealous and eventually gaining all of his attention. Seeing him all riled up gave her a certain pleasure that she craved so much. Doing it with Gideon, and it actually being quite enjoyable, was just a lucky bonus.

Feeling a bit more daring and wanting to see how far he would let his emotions overcome him, she looked at him square in the eyes and answered, "I fucked him,"

Mabel first heard the sound and only after a few seconds did the burning feeling on her right cheek registered in her mind. Dipper had slapped her.

Before she could open her mouth, Dipper had both hands wrapped around her neck. She scratched and punched, trying to pry his grip on her neck as she gasped for whatever little air she could intake. She figured he was using his own power to counter her attempts in using hers as his eyes glowed, a sure sign that his amulet was in use.

"You little slut, how dare you let another man touch you—to think that that lowlife creature had laid his hands on what is mine"

Perhaps she was truly corrupted, for even if she was feeling lightheaded and was on the precipice of fainting—or worse—actually dying. She still reveled in his act of possessiveness and was actually feeling pleasure from was happening.

And then suddenly he released her, letting her drop to floor coughing as she held her neck trying to ease the pain he had caused. He snatched her headband and threw it far from where they were. She felt her body weakened even more as her powers gradually diminished. She tried to stand up on her own feet but was too weak to do so.

Mabel's coughing had reduced and she was well enough to look up and saw Dipper fumbling with his pants. Soon it drops down to his feet with his member out in the open. Mabel felt a little disappointed at seeing that apparently unlike her, he not at all aroused from what he was doing. Dipper took steps closer to her, almost shoving his dick to her face. He yanked her up by the hair, earning a yelp from his twin.

"You know what to do,"

Comprehending his statement, she tried her best to push herself up, kneeling before her half naked brother and grabbed his dick, slowly stroking as she rolled her tongue on the tip of it until he it was fully erect. She continued to switch between licking his now erect shaft and pumping it with increased speed.

Suck it," Dipper breathed, looking down at his sister who immediately obeyed. He groaned at the sight of his dick entering and coming out of Mabel's dainty mouth, her pink supple lips wrapped around his member was truly an exquisite sight that he would never tire of. He leaned his head back and grabbed a handful of her hair once more before bucking his hips and closing his eyes, indulging himself in the pleasure of fucking her face as Mabel tried to keep up with his speed without gagging.

He opens his eyes and looks down at her, "Look at me, Mabel." And she did, feeling her own satisfaction in what she was doing. She lets out a moan that send vibrations to Dipper's member and he almost came.

Dipper halts and pulls out his dick from her mouth, leaving a trail of saliva dripping from her mouth. He smirks and pulls her up by the shoulder. He carried her weight with his arms as he proceeds in kissing her, inserting his tongue at once inside her mouth, tasting every inch of it making sure none was left unclaimed. Mabel felt her knees wobble and almost fell back to the floor it weren't for dipper's arms supporting her. He pulled away, feeling triumphant as he observes her randy face. Her lecherous eyes were half lidded and her tongue out as panted heavily.

Dragging her by her arm, he threw her roughly on the bed, with her face landing flat on its sheets. She turn her head lightly to see her brother crawling towards her.

He pulled her from her waist and forced her to lie on her back. Kneeling before her as he spread her legs with his. He continued to devour her lips, nibbling and sucking every now and then. He then moved to her ears and bit her earlobe—hard—until it bled and Mabel yelped in the sudden jolt of pain. He licked the blood clean before leaving wet kisses down to where her neck and shoulders met and bit hard once more, sucking the skin until he was definite that it would leave a mark.

He leaned back to remove his shirt and grabbed a knife from his pocket. He slashed through her nightgown and threw the knife aside.

He marveled at the sight before him. His sister sprawled out beneath him, her face flushed as she looks up at him. Every bit of her skin completely exposed with the only exception of her remaining undergarments which he plans of removing perhaps some time later. Her nipples perked up waiting and wanting to be touched—to be sucked, which is was exactly what he was planning on doing.

He leaned down to kiss the center of her breast. He fondled one while he pinched the nipple with his free hand, glancing up at her as she continues to gasp and moan his name ever so softly. Her hands eventually snakes their way down to his hair and he swiftly pins them up above her head, causing him to stop and earning a soft whimper from Mabel from the sudden feeling of emptiness.

"Uh-uh," he snapped his finger and Mabel felt a force holding her hands together and she realized that he had used his powers to tie her hands up.

Dipper resumed his previous ministrations. He bit on her right nipple and Mabel yelped both from pain and pleasure. He ripped her remaining undergarments and reached down to insert a finger inside her, slowly fingering her as he continued to suck and fondle her breasts. He added another finger, letting it be completely surrounded by her juices before pulling it out and holding it close to her lips and instructed her to suck.

Mabel felt the familiar sensation building up in her abdomen and she sped up in sucking his brother's finger, rolling her tongue around it like she had done with his dick.

Sensing that she was about to cum, he abruptly leaned back up. Mabel groans, "What the heck?"

Dipper snickered, "I can't have you cumming before me, now can I?" He flipped her over so that her ass was exposed to him and slapped her cheeks alternatively, once, twice, thrice. Mabel could only whimper from the stinging feeling it gave her but was soon turned into pleasure as Dipper entered her with one quick thrust, completely filling her inside.

She buried her face onto the pillows to muffle her moans. But Dipper pulled on her hair causing her to arch back with a load groan.

"Can he fuck you like this?" He says and starts to pump in and out of her with slow yet forceful thrusts. Mabel's mind was much too filled with the thought of him pounding her that she was incapable of producing a coherent answer. Dipper yanked on her hair once more and she shrieks. "Answer me!"

"No!" Mabel screams.

Dipper sped up, holding her hair with one hand while his other held her waist in place as he continued to thrust in and out of her, building up his pace but slows down every time he could sense her nearing her release.

He slaps her bum once without halting his thrusts. "This will teach you not to screw around with other guys." He pounds himself into her. "You belong to me. Do you understand?"

He slaps her once more when she didn't answer. Mabel nods. "Yes! Oh god I'm so close,"

Dipper smirks, pulling himself out of her, but letting the tip of his cock linger on her entrance. He push her when he felt her trying to get him to enter her again. "Don't think that I'll make this easy for you my dear sister. You did betray me by involving yourself with another man. Don't you think I deserve an apology for that?" He said as he stroked her ass.

"Fine! I'm sorry! Just hurry up already!" Mabel whined.

"I'm afraid that won't do." Dipper shook his head. "I guess I should just stop this," he says. Moving back away from her, making a show of zipping back his throbbing dick inside.

"Oh for fuck sake—I'm sorry for going out with Gideon and having sex with him! It was stupid I know, but what else was I supposed to do when you're always busy reading that goddamn book! You've completely neglected me and in case you're not aware, I have needs too Dipper! So if you don't hurry up and finish me off then I might as well go back to Gideon!" Mabel said in a huff and begins to move when Dipper grabs her by the arm.

"And what makes you think I'd let you go back to him?" He pulls her back to his arms and lays her down on the bed, positioning himself back in her entrance, he looks at her in the eye and said, "You're mine, Mabel. Only mine"

Mabel snaked her arms around his neck and smiled, "Then take me,"

In one swift motion he was inside her again, pounding furiously as he too was desperate for his own release. Mabel wrapped her legs around his waist giving him deeper access inside of her. He buries his face onto her neck giving her more love bites that he was certain would make everyone who sees it know that she already belongs to someone else.

Mabel loved the feeling of being in control, especially when she is given the chance to over power her brother, which does not often occur due to him being the alpha twin (though she refuses to admit that). That kind of scenario most likely happens when they're on the bed with Mabel on top of him. With Dipper's mind too fogged with lust, Mabel could dominate him and he completely submits himself to his sister.

But sometimes she wants to be the one dominated by him, especially getting him infuriated before sex. Because a perverted side of her enjoys the glare he sent her as he drills himself into her with much passion.

He leans back and stares into her eyes. "Let me hear you scream, sis." He says with a devilish grin and "I want you to scream my name, Mabel. I want Gravity Falls to know who's the only one capable of making you feel this good." Picking up his pace, he knew they were both reaching their limit and Mabel was meeting his thrusts with her own as she moaned his name like a prayer.

As hard and as fast as he could, he rammed into her, "Scream for me,"

"Dipper!" And with a few more thrusts Mabel body shuddered her insides contracted, squeezing Dipper's cock and causing him to spill his seed inside her.

They both panted as dipper laid beside Mabel, both sweaty and still high from sex. He turns to look at her, her eyes closed as she breathed heavily. He reached for a strand of hair stuck to her forehead and tucked in behind her ear. Mabel opens her eyes and smiles.

"I'm sorry," he muttered

Mabel's eyebrows arched. "For what?"

"You wouldn't have felt the need to find some other guy if I was paying more attention to you." Dipper explained.

She shrugs. "It was worth it though, I mean, Dominant Dipper? Totally worth it. Bro-bro," she giggles.

Dipper lets out a chuckle "Well I think we can arrange that, if that's what fit your needs. We don't need a third party, sis. All you need is ask"

Mabel smiles. "I'll be sure to remember that next time,"

Dipper wraps an arm around her and pulled her closer to kiss her forehead. "I love you, Mabel"

Mabel looks up to kiss him on the cheek. "I love you too, Dipper"

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"And for the record. Gideon's dick is no bigger than yours,"

In Defense of Yagami Yato

Alright, there's some literal flames beginning inside and outside of the community and she's coming under some fire herself after the posting of an audio. Not to mention the accusations surrounding her after it was posted

Before, people were already not very kind for the things she creates but I'd like to clarify things as someone who derives comfort from her content.

Even holding it as somewhat of an outlet.

I’m going to go through and debunking some things. You don’t have to enjoy her content or continue to support her or things of the like but let’s dive into this.

I will also do my best to provide evidence and make the points concise and clear. Please correct me if there is anything I get incorrect.

There will be triggering topics under the cut, everything will be tagged to the best of my ability.

I do not condone inc*st or anything presented in the evidence I’m about to show you. I also ask that you attack no one that I have made mention of.

Mentions of pseudo-incest, incest, sexual assault, blackmail, cheating/infidelity. Please heed these warnings before reading.

Let’s start off with the “aging up minors just to lewd them”.

This is immediately untrue. She ages them up for the sake of a story she is trying to tell, in the main storyline of her audios - all of the students either start as third years and end up pro heroes.

A lot of her early audios involved prefacing how characters fell in love!

It is like an alternate universe where all the story lines intersect and story takes up a good chunk of the audios. While there is the odd one off here and there with just straight up sex, it is clear that they are adults.

Old enough to consume alcohol, own property, be pro heroes, etc.

They are old enough to get married with parental permission by the time they graduate high school. According to Japanese law.

She also gets absolutely nothing out of these audios because she explained that she is aro-ace. There was also that none of this is scripted and often done while she is doing other things, like playing video games or drawing or doing other tasks.

I also distinctly remember her explaining that she hadn’t started doing female voices until recently because it’s harder for her to dissociate. She also does not do anything sexual when it comes to just her normal self as she finds it uncomfortable(male self is fair game).

Cece briefly went onto explain her own mental trauma in experiencing being assaulted as a minor, so she is not aging up the students just to lewd them because she’s had to deal with that type of shit herself.

There is also the problem that underaged kids are apparently all over her content, god, I already touched on this before but in this day and age - we can barely tell who is telling the truth about their age or not.

But I know she had recently attempted to slice down on minors consuming her content by age restricting everything, marking it as 18+ and so on.

Source is her “Addressing the Drama” video up on her Youtube.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n7CcMXanmkM

But apparently, they’re still bypassing everything by lying about their age or something or other. Even her Patreon is being sort of exploited in this manner because someone is allowing them to have money to support her.

Not to mention those that take that content and start pasting it on places like TikTok.

I’m not apart of her Discord but read from a third party source that she swiped the entire NSFW channel from the server and there is a just Patreon one in the works? I’m unsure about the details of this particular subject.

I don’t know a lot about this and I’m not on her Discord server full on simply because I was way too nervous to speak to her or anybody else on it. But with a quick search of it, I can see that they don’t discuss Patreon matters on it and NSFW is not allowed on it as of right now.

But either way, it’s clear that she and her mods are trying to crack down on shit like this.

Finally, the most recent, “she supports inc*st”.

Alright, at this point, Yato has taken it down but it is what made her receive some of the recent ire. Even from a rather prominent cosplayer of whom’s content I enjoyed and decidedly unfollowed as it’s clear they did not want to have any YY supporters as fans. While it pains me a little, I have to disagree with this as well and provide some sort of context as I had listened to the audio.

Let me provide a small screenshot, of what content was to be expected from it.

Before ya’ll pull out pitchforks, let me explain what goes down in this audio.

Admittedly, this is not my cup of tea, but I listened anyhow out of curiosity(and concern as the “kinda inc*st” tag worried me). Note, this was completely 110% my decision, I was fully aware of the warnings and listened anyhow. I am a completely autonomous being that is capable of making my own, adult, decisions.

The listener is Shouto’s spouse(meaning they are 18 or older), both of which have been married for 6 months of so. All through their marriage, they’d apparently been blackmailed by Endeavor into cheating on him. She hadn’t listed it in the warnings but it also technically has to do with the “mind breaking” type of fetish. Let me clarify, this audio is genuinely hardcore and while there is these triggering materials...

But she warned us.

Warned me.

Anyhow, let me continue. The ‘inc*st’ tag was likely added on out of precaution, there was no physical relations between Shouto and Enji.

Allow me to Repeat: THERE WAS NO SEXUAL CONTACT BETWIXT THE FATHER AND SON.

This would be placed under something akin to ‘pseudo-incest’ as there is no blood connection between the listener and the Todorokis. As they are only related through marriage.

Enji being the father in law and Shouto being their husband.

They are having relations with Enji and Shouto. The other two are not having them with each other.

While it is still a gray area and I can’t say I enjoyed this audio - mostly as I don’t condone anything in it... I can only imagine Yato doesn’t either.

There was plenty of influence from hentai, especially according to the fact Yato used the “NTR” tag. All the tropes in the audio match up to a lot of hentai as well... As an adult, we’ve been around the block a couple times to understand.

There is also a small edit where she did address it more. On a Patreon post called “Edit: I love you all, no matter what”.

It makes sense as some of her audios include some of her characters doing some risky things, not to mention the moral gray area surrounding the heroes and villains in the main story line. Where most had done something that is considered wrong in the eyes of the law and society.

Especially Shouto.

Let me finish this off by saying; do your research before you jump the gun. I know Yato is not exempt from criticism, no one is!! I’m not trying to paint YY as this poor, misunderstood soul.

But more so as someone that doesn’t know how to handle things such as this very well.

Since instead of immediately addressing and apologizing for this, the message of “respect each other” and “everyone has different kinks” is something she’s trying to reinforce.

While that is true.

She needs to tackle this issue properly and take accountability, though it is an uncomfortable situation - it should be something that is addressed as people are legitimately very angry/upset.

The subject matter is serious and should be treated as such.

Cece’s main priority was making sure we don’t go around going after one another and seeing if everyone was okay afterwards.

We should respect those who were upset by this as well.

Some of her Patrons are also all over the place. As none want the same thing when it came down to it as being people, there is different thresholds as to what we can and cannot handle.

Not everyone will be satisfied with the content she creates and that’s okay.

She messed up. I won’t deny that, this is the biggest thing she’s ever screwed up and I can’t completely defend her from the backlash that will most definitely come.

Especially since without context of content, it is deeply triggering.

That is something she’s going to have to deal with.

I hope to god that she figures out a way to handle this better than she had initially.

I’m probably also pretty problematic in how my point of view is, so if y’all don’t agree - you don’t have to associate with me or YY.

I will still to continue to follow the content she creates and when she truly comes out with something truly harmful? Then I’ll sound the alarm and drop that shit, I’m not the type to deal with this thing lying down.

Perhaps I’ll receive some ire from this myself but I don’t really care, as someone that uses involving dark matters to cope and how to tackle them better - I can somewhat relate. I worry about offending people or triggering them, so my tags are always clear as possible. I don’t hold anything back and if people believe they can handle it, they can go ahead.

Not to mention my taste in fics sometimes veer straight into some dark-ass shit.

Yato decided to go full in on this path without giving any context as to why she marked it the way she had. People look straight on at things without knowing what her work entails will have no idea the type of person she actually is, nor immediately see why she does the things she does.

Cece isn’t a bad person.

But she’s not perfect either.

I’m leaving this here to allow people to come with their own conclusions.

I know where I stand.

Edit(8/22/20 @ 9:40PM): According to the Patreon, someone had actually reported the audios and had them removed. Not sure if it makes the situation better or worse, but I’m not sure they wanted to remove it? Again, this is just word of ear and it is unconfirmed. I’ll continue updating the more comes out.

Edit(8/29/20 @ 1:36 PM): Addressing more Yagami Yato Allegations [tw: animal cruelty mention, tw: sexual assault mention]

Edit (8/29/20 @ 2:17PM): YY has made a Patreon post with visual/video proof. The apparent screenshot sharer is her friend and the both of them debunked they even shared a convo like that. They have continued speaking even after the posting of those screenshots? It was apparently meant to doxx said friend on top of that.

Edit (2/7/2021 @ 5:34 AM): I am no longer in support YY, I did once when she readily provided evidence and gave us proof... But she isn't taking responsibility or providing a defense. So I am DONE.

Little Star

18+

A high school reunion, a sexually frustrated lawyer, and a secret pornstar. This should be fun.

My submission to Aphrodite’s Manor Challenge <3 (and my first ever challenge submission 🥺)

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Content Warning: Andy Barber x Pornstar!Reader, mature themes, flirting, sexual language, cheating, smut (dom!andy x sub!reader, multiple orgasms, public sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, spanking, facial)

“I cannot believe you made me come back to this place,” You grumble, running your finger around the rim of your martini glass. “Nothing but bad memories.”

“Oh, come on,” Yanic coos, squeezing your shoulder as he leans in closer. “High school wasn’t that bad.”

“Maybe not for you,” You say with a glare. “You were in with the popular kids. You were practically a jock!”

“Being kept on the bench every single game hardly made me a jock,” He chuckles. “You had some fun here, didn’t you?”

You can’t help but smirk. “I guess senior prom was pretty fun.”

“Didn’t you fuck Andy Barber under the bleachers that night?” He asks with wide eyes. “Now, that was unexpected.”

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