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Sasha, Jean and Eren playing “In Silence” on stream while voice sensitive feature is on: Eren, quietly: ᴼᵏᵃʸ ˢᵒ ᴵ ᶠᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵏᵉʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵈᵒᵒʳˢ Jean, slightly louder: bᵣᵢₙg ᵢₜ ₒᵥₑᵣ ₕₑᵣₑ ₜₕₑₙ yₐ dᵢₚₛₕᵢₜ, ᵢ ₐₗₛₒ fₒᵤₙd ₐ ₙₒₜₑ yₒᵤ gᵤ₋ Sasha: 𝗜 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺! Jean: ₛₐₛₕₐ! ₍ᵢₙₜₑₙₛₑ ₗₐᵤgₕᵢₙg₎ wₑ wₑᵣₑ ₛᵤₚₚₒₛₑd ₜₒ bₑ qᵤᵢₑₜ! Eren: *losing his shit* Eren: ₒₕ fᵤcₖ! ᴏʜ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ!- Sasha: 𝑜𝐻- Jean: ｏｈ ｇＯｄ－ and then they all end up dying because the monster found them

Bite - Vampire pt.2

(Sasha x Reader) - Word Count: 2.3k

Creature: a corpse supposed, in European folklore, to leave its grave at night to drink the blood of the living by biting their necks with long pointed canine teeth

Warnings: Fingering, Descriptions of Trauma, Nonconsensual Biting

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

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

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

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

She admitted to you why she was here.

She wanted you to go back to the club tonight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You furrowed your eyebrows suspiciously, “Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, “You can, I want you to.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

High Tide

Pairing: Sasha x F!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: Thigh Riding, Fingering

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, yeah, him.”

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

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

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

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

“Don’t.”

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

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

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

It would be perfect if this opportunity presented itself correctly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sasha nodded slowly, “Mhm.”

You turned to the boy, “And you are?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sasha nodded, “Definitely.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You made it!” Jean shouted.

You smiled, “I made it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Follow me?

And attached to the message was her exact location.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, do you-”

“I was thinking-”

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

“What makes them special?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay. Yeah. You can.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lay down,” You said sternly.

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

“Good.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course,” You said breathlessly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And, I’d prefer a bed this time.”

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

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

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

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