Author's Notes: HELLO. I've had this fic idea for the good half of 2022 and it's been gestating in my google doc drafts for *too long*
I love the thought of BeruAni but I also feel they're quite tricky to write right, given their personalities and how they're introduced to us in the canon. So I really hope I do this ship justice, and that you, my dear reader, enjoy this little piece ?
It's like I'm powerful with a little bit of tender
An emotional, sexual bender
Mess me up, yeah, but no one does it better
There's nothin' better
That's just the way you make me feel
That's just the way you make me feel
- "Make Me Feel", Janelle Monae
Wham!
Annie unceremoniously dropped her things — books and tablet computer — onto the table.
The table's other occupants, Sasha and Pieck, were surprised but not completely caught off-guard. Sasha was jostled awake from her mid-morning nap, and Pieck glanced up from her computer screen.
"Well, good morning sunshine," Pieck greeted with her signature sleepy drawl, completely unfazed by the murderous aura emanating from the blonde.
"If you're gonna treat your tablet like that, you can just give it to me y'know," Sasha continued, yawning.
"… when I get my hands on Hitch and Marlowe … I'm gonna kill them," Annie huffed as she took a seat.
Annie proceeded to bring Sasha and Pieck up to speed about what happened that morning: Hitch and Marlowe ditching Annie for their group presentation for Professor Hange's class.
Annie had to do the whole 20-minute presentation to the nearly-packed lecture hall herself — which wasn't that hard, given that she had already prepared most of it and only had to say it out loud… but Hitch and Marlowe should at least have pulled their weight by actually showing up and presenting their parts.
"Oof, that's rough Annie," Sasha said.
"Hange was sympathetic at least—Hitch and Marlowe will have to do a TON of extra credit just to pass the class. But. UGHH."
Annie almost chucked her water bottle at an unsuspecting passerby down the hall, but Sasha held her shoulders down before she could get the chance. Meanwhile, Pieck's hands deftly inched across the table and snatched the said bottle out of Annie's reach.
"There, there, Annie—what did we say about being a hazard to society?"
"… if people deserve it, they will hurt themselves eventually."
"That's right!" Sasha replied brightly, patting her blonde friend on the shoulder.
Annie sighed. They were certainly an unlikely trio — Pieck, Sasha, and herself. Personality-wise they were nothing like each other, Pieck being more intellectual and reserved, and Sasha being more boisterous and outgoing — but perhaps it was their stark difference in personalities that made them not get on each other's nerves. Annie would probably never say it out loud, but she appreciated the other women's stabilizing (if not somewhat chaotic) presence in her college life.
Coming out of her thoughts, Annie noticed Pieck and Sasha exchanging suspicious glances — Sasha being somewhat animated with her facial expressions and Pieck's brows furrowed deep in consideration.
"What are you two going on about?"
"Well," Pieck started, seemingly choosing her words with extra care, "Sasha and I happened to notice that you were kind of … stressed … lately. In fact, much more than usual …"
"You growled at Reiner's dog last week and it hid beneath his bed all day!"
"Rocky was being an ass and you know it!" Annie defended herself with a pout.
"Anyway," Pieck continued, "as your concerned friends, we decided to get you something … to de-stress and unwind."
With eyebrows raised, Annie asked, "oh? That's nice of you. You didn't need to, though."
Silence ensued for a bit, with Annie expecting either woman to bring something out of their bags.
"So … not to be presumptuous but, what is it?"
Pieck smiled in a way that didn't fully reach her eyes as she typed into her phone.
She's hiding something , Annie thought to herself. It always intimidated her slightly when Pieck did that — with her cool demeanor, Pieck was usually the hardest to read. Nobody knew what schemes were cooking in the raven-haired woman's mind sometimes.
The "email sent" sound came whooshing out of Pieck's phone.
"Yup, I just sent it to you," Pieck said, as a notification popped up on Annie's phone.
30 Day Subscription to — the preview cut off from there.
"Oh, what's this? Did you guys get me a subscription to a spa place or something?"
"Ah, not quite…"
Again, an exchange of suspicious glances.
"What time do you end classes today, Annie?"
"3pm. Why?"
Still deftly dodging Annie's questions, Pieck turned to the brunette and asked, "What day is it today, Sasha?"
Sasha glanced at her phone, and with a grin said, "Thursday."
"Excellent."
"I'm still here and still confused, guys."
"You don't have any plans after class today, Annie?"
Annie furrowed her brows. "No…"
"We suggest you check out the email after class today when you're back in your dorms. The email comes with a username and password, and a website to log in to."
"Okay…"
"Everything should be self-explanatory once you read the email," Sasha added.
"Oh, and try to log in before," she gave her phone a quick glance, "5:30pm."
"And you might want to lock your door," Pieck added with a little giggle. "And maybe close the curtains, for good measure."
"Sure…" was all Annie could muster, her turn now to have her eyebrows furrowed at her suspicious friends.
"Both of us thought it was a bit of a gamble, but we had a feeling you'll like it, Annie."
The trio soon parted ways, as Pieck and Sasha needed to go to their respective classes.
Annie watched as Sasha scampered off into the distance. She gave Connie a jumping high-five and patted Bertholdt rather too strongly on the back, making the taller man choke and sputter in response. He then put a tanned hand on Sasha's shoulder as he seemingly asked her a question.
Since when have they been that close? Annie wondered. That … physical?
Annie knew that Sasha often hung out with Connie and Jean — but Bertholdt? She knew Bertholdt to be stuck at the hip with Reiner in their earlier years, and sometimes Ymir … Friendship circles changed in college, she supposed. Huh.
Pieck left soon after, with Reiner and Porco in tow, for their next lecture.
"Bye Annie! Remember, 5:30pm — alright?" Pieck said with a little wink.
"What's going on at 5:30?" Annie could hear Reiner ask as they walked away.
"It's just a girl thing, Reiner~" Pieck replied in a singsong voice.
Beside them, Porco regarded Pieck quietly as she spoke, before glancing back at Annie for a second. He quickly looked away when he saw that Annie was still regarding their departing figures.
Huh.
Annie went about the rest of her day — grabbing a quick wrap for lunch and attending another class that she shared with Mikasa and Eren — before she headed back to her dorms.
As she got back to her dorms, Annie eyed the email on her phone suspiciously. She clicked it, and the full email came to view on her screen.
30 Day Subscription to Opulence
Dear User,
You have been gifted a 30 day subscription to Opulence, an adult streaming site made for the modern user.
Click the button below to set up your account and commence the use of your subscription.
Prior to the end of your free month, you will be asked whether you wish to continue subscribing to our services.
If you have any questions regarding our terms of service, you may contact our customer service team ( admin ) or use the livechat service on our website.
Happy streaming! ?
Annie's jaw dropped as she stared at the email in pure shock. While she was often a pretty cool and collected person, she felt the heat start to creep up her neck and cheeks as she read the email.
Adult cam site?! That explained a lot of Pieck and Sasha's dodgy behavior from earlier in the day. And, did cam sites give out subscriptions like Starbucks gift cards these days?
Audibly gulping, Annie gave a tentative click to the button that linked her to the website.
While she wasn't unaware of sex and pornography and such, she had never entered adult websites on her own accord – and certainly not one that had paid services. Was this a scam? If she lost all of the $300 in her bank account right now, Pieck and Sasha were really going to get it …
The website looked legitimate enough to Annie as she browsed it – it didn't have any weird advertisements or pop-ups, and the layout looked pretty professional to her.
What immediately caught her attention was the flashing button at the top of the screen: "Active Livestreams Now: Spitfire [M/M] , The Colossal [M] , Cozy Spicy Time [M/F]"
Annie noticed the time in the corner of her phone. 5:30pm.
Huh.
Not really knowing what the codes in brackets beside each link meant, Annie just clicked Spitfire [M/M] first to see what was up.
The lewd sounds that immediately emanated from her phone's speakers made Annie drop her phone on her desk. She immediately scampered to get her headphones and closed her curtains shut.
God.
While she was tempted to close the website entirely, she couldn't help but have her curiosity piqued.
What were they doing, exactly? Was it … enjoyable? Why did Pieck and Sasha think this was a good idea?
Lots of questions, with answers only her phone could tell her now.
Even though no one else was in the room with her, Annie put on her Bluetooth headphones. Her left hand covered most of her face and eyes in embarrassment while her right hand turned on her phone once again.
The screen lit up to show two men — their faces both partially covered with masks — in the middle of a rut. One of them — with darker, auburn hair — had his hands tied behind him with a black necktie. The lewd sounds and profanities mostly came pouring out of his mouth, as he was bent over the other man's legs, getting his bare ass penetrated by a gyrating sex toy.
"You like that huh, you filthy little cumslut," the other man with strawberry blond mullet teased. He spanked the other's ass in good measure.
"Y-yes, sir," the auburn-haired man whimpered. "I've been such a bad boy, I need to be punished."
Annie couldn't help but crinkle her nose at the exchange and gaudy dialogue. Okay.
"That you are. In fact, you aren't getting punished badly enough. It's time to take it up a notch. Get on your knees."
Auburn hair unsteadily got off mullet's lap (his hands were still tied behind him) — honestly, the fact he managed it was a physiological feat if Annie said so herself. Okay.
"Ready for your punishment?" Mullet said cockily as he stood up and started to unzip his black leather pants.
"Y-yes, sir, alw—"
Annie clicked on the little "x" button and closed the stream.
What in the amateur porn?
So, Sasha and Pieck thought Annie was backed up for some reason, and live cam was the solution?
The two brunettes' comments about Annie's anger management issues now made more sense … though Annie internally reasoned that her anger wasn't entirely her fault if other people existed to incite it.
Annie looked at her phone again. 30 days. 30 whole ass days.
If she were to be honest with herself—and what better time to engage in deep existential query than the present—she could see the appeal, she supposed. The people in the video were conventionally attractive—even hot by certain standards — and she could in theory understand why people would pay real-world money to watch them. Based on her own reactions to the video, she also knew that they—or the sort of play they engaged in—were simply not up her alley. She just wasn't the target audience their content was for, plain and simple.
Annie glanced at the other links again. "The Colossal [M] " and " Cozy Spicy Time [M/F]" blinked back at her.
If [M/M] meant it was male on male action, then [M/F] would probably mean male and female. Just coming off from the previous video, Annie felt just a tinge of dread at the thought of seeing two people go at it sexually again.
This left the remaining option as "The Colossal".
How could someone film these videos alone? Annie mused. What went on if they didn't have a partner to work with?
The technical questions helped Annie to keep her embarrassment at bay.
The Colossal. Huh. Did that mean this guy had a colossal d—
As the screen loaded, the sight that greeted Annie was beyond her wildest expectations.
Instead of the intense session at Spitfire, what went on on The Colossal's page was the exact opposite.
A single man sitting in the middle of the screen came to view. The camera was positioned such that the frame mainly showed the lower half of his face and his fairly muscular torso, although when he moved, Annie could see that like the others, he also kept his facial features hidden from view. He had on a black baseball cap and a bandit's mask (like from those old Zorro movies).
Much unlike the earlier two men though, the man that graced Annie's screen was fully clothed in a black turtleneck sweater.
When Annie entered, it seemed like the man was in the middle of chatting with the stream's other viewers.
"Oh, it looks like we have someone new joining us — welcome, user a0322826. That's a long string of numbers, heh. Glad you could be here with us."
Annie was caught unaware of the husky tenor that called her username out.
This is not school or soccer training. No one's expecting you to respond, she told herself.
The streamer seemed nice and pleasant enough to welcome her though, so Annie clicked on the little heart icon that sent it spinning up the screen. That should suffice for basic politeness. The man seemed preoccupied reading the comments rolling off the page to notice her lack of textual response anyway.
"I've been well, thanks for asking, sweet_lychee814. Sorry, I never know how to pronounce that fruit, is it li-chee or lai-chee?" After a brief pause as he read the response, he continued, "It's however I want to call it? Alright then, your sweetness," he said with a low chuckle.
A flurry of little pink hearts danced up the screen.
The streamer continued going down the running list of comments, responding to seemingly mundane personal questions, but with a sort of kindness and intimacy that Annie found unexpectedly comforting.
His favorite fruit? Grapes, especially after they've been chilled and topped off with salt. It was something his dad used to make for him as an afternoon snack when he was younger, he explained.
His best subject at school? Physics, apparently.
As he continued chatting with the comments section, Annie observed the other things she could see within the screen's frame. There was nothing much else going on — a sparse desk, where only his microphone and keyboard could be seen, and LED lights that lit the room a cool navy blue. Clear, undecorated walls. A door at the corner of the room.
If Annie didn't log on to the site herself, she would think that she was just watching a gaming stream, not one on an adult site.
"Okay, Mod says I should stop with the Q&A for now—"
aprilskies: nauur
aprilskies: you haven't answered my question!
rxn037698: ? ﾟﾘﾣ?
jademall_ow: aww
Annie was surprised with how reactive the chat was. These were all real people, who logged on just for this man?
"—and get to our main scheduled event."
gigi_xoxo: ayyy ? ﾟﾘﾍ
aprilskies: let's go boiii ?
yesterbear: ? ﾟﾥﾵ waited all week for this
pika_dude: yayyy
Man's got a bit of a cult following, huh. Annie thought, while also curious about what the "main event" entailed.
"So since I'm a man of the people, I wanted to go with what you guys voted for the previous round. I'm still pretty new to this, so I'd like to make content that people have an interest in," the streamer continued amidst the excited emojis and hearts dancing up the screen.
He chuckled, "Boy, you're all pretty excited huh. I swear, nobody reacts like this to me in real life."
rxn037698: ? don't say that! i'd friend you irl
yesterbear: mans a humble king ? ﾟﾑﾑ?
raichooseyou: we're here for you always ?
"Oh, n-no no that wasn't a complaint! You all are way too kind, I don't know what I'd do without you."
pika_dude: awww
rxn037698: ? ﾟﾥﾺ?
jazzmint: ? ﾟﾫﾶ?
"To get back on task — I don't know what are the tags we're working with though. Mod, what are they?"
Lobster_queen [Mod]: The top 3 tags from last week's poll are: Mommy kink, Subby, and Begging ;)
Even though Annie couldn't see the streamer's expressions, the way his body language stiffened betrayed his disbelief.
"Are you sure? You're not setting me up, are you Mod? Can passenger_princess confirm this? No, she's modding another stream? Fine, I'll just have to take your word for it huh."
Lobster_queen [Mod]: Don't sell yourself short pal, the people have spoken ;)
Lobster_queen [Mod]: Time to give em what they want!
raichooseyou: hypeeee
yesterbear: ? ﾟﾘﾍ?
sinnababe: can't wait aaaa
The streamer gave a low chuckle. "How about it, everyone? These tags sound good to you?" to which more heart stickers and emojis filled the screen.
"Glad to see that. Alright then, my lovelies, let's begin."
The streamer shifted his camera, such that the view showed less of his desk and more of his physique.
Annie now could see that he wore a pair of grey sweatpants. While they weren't tight or form-fitting by any means, she could see an outline formed at his crotch area … and the show hadn't even begun.
"So, mommy kink with subby begging, huh? You little pervs," he continued, his voice taking on a bit of a gravelly tone as he reclined against his gaming seat and ran his large, tanned hand across his masked face.
"Does it go a bit like this, mommy?" he moaned, a tinge of urgency seeping into his voice.
Nothing in Annie's logical mind could explain the physiological effect the man on the screen had on her. She felt her breath hitch in her throat at the sudden shift in tone, and a shock of lightning coming down her spine awakened something primal within her core.
"Ah, did you miss me, Mommy? I missed you so, so bad."
Annie's own hand found itself at her chest, as though grasping at pearls, to steady herself even as she was just sitting at her study desk. Unlike the earlier stream where she found herself scrutinizing everything, right now she was absolutely hooked. Mesmerized.
Was it the taboo nature of the kink, or the way he said it? Probably — together with how he had his head tilted back and ran one hand over his chest, while the other slowly snaked to the space between his legs.
As the lewdest, most profane strings of words continued flowing out of his mouth — was none of this really scripted at all? — the man on the screen started thumbing himself through the sweatpants, and the silhouette that Annie previously pretended not to notice started to get more obvious.
"I want to be good for you, please," he begged, softly and breathily, while his hand stroked up and down his clothed cock.
"Am I a good boy for you? I want to be a good little subby boy for you so bad."
He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, showing his lean forearms. The hand that was earlier on his chest slowly made its way downwards to his abdomen. His hand crept up beneath his shirt, showing a little triangle of tanned skin that teased a lean six-pack.
"Ugh I wish you were here for me, touching me and telling me how good I am for you," he pleaded, almost whining. He stroked himself more deliberately now, and his hips rutted against his pressed hand. "This is how much I need you. I need you so badly right now."
"Do you want to see how much I need you?"
Even the flurry of heart stickers and the little chinging sound of virtual coins didn't pull Annie out of the moment. Although the chat was moving even faster than ever, it felt like there was no one else in the room, just the mystery man and her.
With quick precision, the man eased out of his sweatpants and underwear in a single motion, revealing his leaking erection standing tall and proud.
He continued his earlier ministrations, pumping himself slowly and deliberately from the base to the tip, his long fingers deftly spreading his wetness all over all of him.
Annie couldn't keep her eyes off the spectacle in front of her. Her brain short-circuited and melted out of her ears a long time ago.
"Oh my god. I wish you were here for me, mommy. You always let me fill you up so good ," he moaned breathlessly as he pleasured himself.
"Always so warm, and so wet. Are you wet for me now?"
Annie nearly choked on her own spit. Even without feeling herself, she was pretty certain the man's seductive words had an effect on her.
"Can you touch yourself for me? I want you to feel good too. Please? For me?"
The heat that was on Annie's neck and ears went into overdrive. What.
"I wish I was there for you, with my fingers and dick sliding up your pretty little cunt, filling you all up. I only want to make you feel good—ah," he gasped, voice hitching unsteadily. He sounded like he was close.
"Are you touching yourself for me now? Rubbing and teasing yourself? Feel good with me, please ."
Despite the gods of common sense beseeching her to think twice about listening to an absolute stranger's instructions to pleasure herself, her hand developed a mind of its own, tracing a line down between the valley of her breasts to beneath her shorts and underwear where she was met with much evidence of her own arousal. She moaned out loud without thinking, legs closing themselves together to get more friction.
"If I were there I'd make sure you felt so good," the man breathed. "I'd fuck you so hard and so deep, you won't be able to move or think of anyone else but me."
There was a moment's silence as he caught himself, laughing softly despite being so close to being undone.
"Oh, that wasn't very subby of me, was it?"
"Maybe we can save that for next time."
Next time , Annie thought. Never before had two words sounded so alluring to her. Her hand moved in desperate circles around her clit at this point, rubbing her own slick against herself.
"Are you close, now? I want to come together with you," the man asked, moaning, his own movements becoming more unsteady and erratic.
"M-maybe I could count down and we could come together. Can you do that for me?"
Annie closed her eyes and leaned back, soaking in the escalating sensations she's never felt before. The air felt tense and fragile, like she was on the precipice of something amazing.
"Five. God, I wish you were here. Riding on top of me, giving me the most perfect view."
The man's other arm was on the table. He rested his head on it as he breathed shallowly, lost in the moment, as though forgetting for a while that he had an audience. Realizing this almost instantly, he straightened back up and leaned against the chair once again.
"Four. Are you close? I'm so close. I want to come together with you. Please."
"Three. When I close my eyes, I can almost feel you with me. Can you see me there with you?"
Annie found herself moving to the cadence of the man's words, his breaths.
"Two. I miss you so much, so warm, always so good for me."
It felt like her own peak was coming soon.
"One. Come with me, oh, come with me please ," he cried out, reaching his own orgasm.
Annie felt herself reach the height of her pleasure, and took a moment to catch a breath as she felt the sensations ebb away in waves.
The stream was quiet for a while as the man took some time to regain his composure, clean up and get dressed.
Words of praise and the usual slew of emojis flooded the chat. Well, the chat never really stopped moving throughout the stream, but the moving text was once again clearly in Annie's view in a way it wasn't earlier — it was almost like she was submerged underwater and only now came back to her full senses as she came up for air.
"Phew, that was something, wasn't it?" the man said as he laughed to himself, using a cloth to wipe his fluids away from his shirt and abdomen.
"I gotta say, I had my doubts about the tags at first, but it worked out well didn't it?"
Lobster_queen [Mod]: You beat your coins earned record by 45% in today's stream, so I would say so ;)
"Oh, forty-five percent? That's a lot — wow, thanks everyone," he said, his current bashfulness making his earlier performance feel like a whole universe away.
gigi_xoxo: great job soldier ? ﾟﾥﾰ
raichooseyou: amazing stream as always!
jazzmint: thanks for the "hard" work ? ﾟﾘﾉ
pppeaches_07: ? ﾟﾔﾥ?
Lobster_queen [Mod]: Well, that's the end of today's stream. Thanks everyone for your donations and making the time! I'll play some outtro music, k boss?
"I should be the one calling you boss, Mod! And yes, that'll be much appreciated."
Rico Nasty's "Pussy Poppin (I Don't Really Talk Like This)" started playing in the background as the streamer angled the camera to its original position and started saying his goodbyes.
"Thanks again for coming everyone, and especially to those who left donations! Every single cent really helps us to keep the weekly shows running on the site."
"The stream's done for now, but remember to vote on next week's poll! Mod will be sharing the link in chat. And, I'll see you at the same time next week. Keep well til then!"
As the streamer continued saying his goodbyes to his fans in the chat, the moderator's chosen outtro song played in the background.
We just finished number one, but I'm ready for round two
I don't really talk like this, I know
But this n— got a real big woo for sure
Said he wanna take it to the room, let's go
He ain't gotta tell me what to do, I know
As the number of viewers dwindled, Annie followed suit and left the stream. She closed her phone screen and left it on her desk.
The air in her room was cool, the sun having set sometime back, but the mood felt different somehow. As uncharacteristic as it was for her, the sudden lucidity felt like a splash of water, but she was not certain what was the reality she was returning to.
Annie felt the mess that was now left on her hand and underwear.
God.
She was in so much trouble.
Author's Notes: How could Annie not notice that it's a certain someone (or in fact, a few people!) that she already knows? Let's just say there's a bit of a Clark Kent/ Superman effect at play here?
I also realise the emojis don't appear here as they do on ao3 ... they're mostly fire and heart emojis for your info!
ANYWAY. I hope you enjoyed this chapter - and if you did, please leave a kudos or let me know in the comments what you liked!