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niallerspayno · 2 months ago

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Gates Of Hell

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When a hotel mix-up forces you to share a bed with the one member of the band you can’t stand, years of bickering with Zayn explode into something far rougher—and far more intimate—than either of you ever planned.

Tags: Zayn x reader, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, smut (unprotected p in v, fem receiving oral, light choking)

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You’ve been part of One Direction for almost two years now—long enough that the fans have finally stopped calling you “the new one.”

It was meant to be temporary. A label experiment. A single feature on a single track that turned into a last-minute tour spot, and then somehow, a permanent place onstage beside them.

The boys took you in like family. Louis is your chaos partner. Niall brings you coffee every morning without fail. Harry hugs you just because he can. Liam makes sure you actually sleep. They’re your brothers in every way that matters.

All of them—except Zayn.

Zayn has always been… difficult.

He’s never liked you, not from the start. You don’t know why, and you stopped asking a long time ago. Every word between you two is short, sharp, and delivered through clenched teeth. The others call it “banter.” You know better. You’ve tried civility, silence, sarcasm—nothing works.

And now you’re in a hotel lobby somewhere in Germany, staring at Paul like he’s just announced the end of the world.

“Only three rooms?” you repeat, your voice flat.

Paul sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “There was a mix-up with the booking system. They’re completely full. I’ve tried calling around, but everything nearby’s the same story. It’s one night. You’ll survive.”

You open your mouth to argue, to suggest maybe you could share with literally anyone else—

“I’m with Liam,” Niall says quickly, tossing his bag over his shoulder like it’s already settled. “He doesn’t snore. Much.”

“Oi,” Liam mutters, but he doesn’t argue.

“I call Harry,” Louis chimes in, spinning his room key between his fingers. “He lets me use his conditioner.”

Harry gasps. “You use it? I thought it just vanished! You little thief.”

You whirl on them. “Wait, seriously? You’re all just—”

“It’s one night, love,” Louis says sweetly, far too sweetly, already backing toward the lift. “Think of it as… trust-building.”

“Or a social experiment,” Niall offers, eyes twinkling. “Can the two mortal enemies survive a king-sized bed?”

Harry leans in behind Louis, stage-whispers, “Spoiler: they can’t.”

“I’m not sharing with him,” you hiss, jabbing a finger in Zayn’s direction.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Zayn mutters, dragging his suitcase behind him with the enthusiasm of a man heading to the gallows.

Paul groans, rubbing at his temples like the headache just kicked in. “Can we please not do this here? It’s two in the morning, I haven’t eaten since Berlin, and I swear to God, if anyone else makes a joke about ‘enemies to lovers’ I’m putting you all in bunk beds.”

“You hear that?” Louis gasps dramatically. “That’s a trope threat. We’re this close to a ‘there was only one sleeping bag’ situation.”

“Or—” Niall leans toward you with a grin “—we lean into it. Really lean in. Sparks fly. One bed. The tension. The rage. The—”

“The restraining order,” you cut in.

Paul claps his hands once. Loud. “Enough. You’re all acting like children. Room keys have been handed out. No switching, no whining. I don’t care if you build a pillow wall or sleep in the tub, just don’t cause a scene.”

He looks at you, then at Zayn. “And you two—try not to end up on the news.”

Then he walks off muttering something about needing a raise.

You glance over at Zayn. He’s silent, jaw tight, gaze fixed on the elevator.

You grip the key in your fist. “I hate this.”

Zayn shrugs. “Good. We’re off to a great start.”

And with that, he turns and walks toward the lift without waiting for you.

You stomp after him, wheeling your suitcase behind you with all the grace of a hungover rhino. Zayn doesn’t even hold the lift. He just steps inside and hits the button like you’re not two feet behind him.

The doors are nearly closed when Harry wedges his boot in and squeezes in beside you, Louis, Niall, and Liam following like a pack of gossip-hungry hyenas.

“Cozy,” Louis chirps, practically bouncing on his heels.

Zayn leans against the wall, arms folded, hood still up, eyes closed like he’s trying to pretend the rest of you don’t exist.

Unfortunately for him, you do. Very loudly.

“Don’t fall asleep,” you mutter. “I’m not carrying your sulking corpse upstairs.”

His eyes flick open. “As if you could.”

“Oh, I could. I’d just drop you halfway up the stairs.”

“I’d rather that than listen to you talk all night.”

“You wish I’d talk to you at all.”

Louis lets out a dramatic gasp. “Enemies to lovers speed run, lads, we are witnessing history.”

“I give it till midnight before one of them gets handsy,” Niall says, elbowing Liam. “Ten bucks says it’s her.”

You scowl. “I will shove you all down this elevator shaft.”

Harry snorts. “Please don’t. I’m too pretty to die.”

Zayn doesn’t say anything else, just mutters something under his breath in Urdu that you’re pretty sure is not complimentary.

The elevator dings.

Mercifully.

The doors slide open and you barrel out, not bothering to wait for him this time. Your room is at the end of the hall—of course it is—and you lead the way with a huff, ignoring the snickers echoing behind you.

“You two have fun,” Louis calls after you, sing-song and evil. “Remember—cuddle therapy! It’s real!”

“Sweet dreams,” Harry adds. “Try not to kill each other. Or do. It’d be interesting either way.”

You slam the door shut behind you as Zayn steps in.

The room isn’t small, but it sure as hell feels like it. Neutral-toned walls, one low lamp casting a soft yellow glow, and a bed that is definitely not made for two people who hate each other.

You drop your suitcase at the foot of it and cross your arms.

Zayn doesn’t look at you. Doesn’t say a word. He just shrugs off his hoodie and tosses it onto the nearest chair.

And underneath it?

Black tank top.

Tattooed arms on full display.

Of course.

You try not to look, which means you absolutely do look, and then regret it instantly.

Because Zayn’s hot. Infuriatingly, unfairly hot. And that’s the problem, isn’t it? If he were just a dick with no jawline or tattoos or that voice like molasses and smoke, you could hate him easily.

But no. He has to smirk at you when he catches you staring.

“See something you like?” he says, all low and smug.

You scoff. “Please. I’ve seen more impressive shoulders on coat hangers.”

He chuckles under his breath, slow and deep. “That why you’re still staring?”

“I’m not—” you start, then clamp your mouth shut when you realize you are.

Zayn moves toward the bed like he owns it, dragging his suitcase closer and unzipping it with one hand. “Let me guess. You’re the type to steal all the blankets, yeah?”

“You’re the type to hog them.”

“Not if you stay on your side.”

You glare. “I’m going to build a pillow wall.”

He shrugs. “Good. Maybe it’ll muffle the sound of your whining.”

You throw a pillow at him.

He catches it one-handed, grinning now—sharp and wicked—and tosses it onto the bed before peeling off his tank top in one smooth motion.

Your brain stalls.

Every inch of his torso is light olive skin and ink and lean, defined muscle. Tattoos swirl across his chest, down his arms, over his ribs. He stretches just a little as he tosses the shirt aside, like he knows what he’s doing.

And then he crawls into bed.

Not slides.

Not climbs.

Crawls.

Slow. Casual. Effortless.

Like he’s done it a thousand times. Like this is his bed. His room.

You’re still standing there blinking when he flops back against the pillow, one arm tucked behind his head, sheets riding low on his hips.

He doesn’t even look at you.

Just mutters, “Turn the light off when you’re done staring.”

Your jaw drops.

You grab your pyjamas from your suitcase with a snap, fists clenched tight around the fabric, and storm toward the bathroom before you do something insane.

Like look again.

Or punch him.

Or both.

Inside, you slam the door and lock it, breathing hard.

Your skin is flushed. Your heart’s racing.

And you hate—hate—how warm your face feels.

Because no matter how much you loathe him, no matter how much he grates on every last nerve you have…

You’re still flustered.

You change slowly, trying not to overthink it—but of course you do.

The red satin set wasn’t chosen for this. It’s just what was clean. A camisole that dips a little too low, shorts that cling a little too well. Silky, soft, and completely inappropriate for sharing a bed with the one person you swore you’d never even nap near.

You stare at yourself in the mirror, mutter a quiet “fuck it,” and open the door.

He’s still in bed.

But now he’s looking at you.

Lying there on his side, head propped on his hand, sheets tangled around his hips. His eyes trail over you—slow, deliberate, unbothered. Heat simmers behind them, dark and unreadable.

You freeze in the doorway. “What?”

Zayn doesn’t blink. “Didn’t realize we were dressing for seduction.”

You narrow your eyes. “Didn’t realize you were such a perv.”

He hums like he’s amused. “You’re the one wearing lingerie.”

“It’s pyjamas, you dick.”

“Sure.”

“You were shirtless first,” you snap, stomping toward the bed.

“Not my fault you’re easily flustered.”

“Not flustered,” you lie, yanking the covers back and sliding in with sharp, irritated movements. “Just repulsed.”

Zayn’s voice is close when he murmurs, “That why your cheeks are still red?”

You nearly launch a pillow at him again, but instead, you turn your back to him with a dramatic huff and yank the covers up to your chin.

The bed shifts beside you.

You feel it—his body moving just enough to make the mattress dip. His leg brushes yours under the covers, a light, irritating graze that makes you jolt.

You snap your leg away like it burns. “Try that again and I’ll break your fucking knee.”

Zayn exhales a quiet laugh. “Didn’t realize breathing was an act of war.”

“You didn’t breathe. You drifted. There’s a difference.”

He shifts again—deliberately this time—and his foot presses against yours, slow and unapologetic.

Your pulse spikes.

“Zayn,” you warn.

“What?” he murmurs, voice low, almost amused. “Worried you’ll like it?”

You roll toward him with a glare. “Touch me again, and I swear to God, I’ll stab you in your sleep.”

He raises a brow, eyes flicking lazily over your face—and then lower. “That a threat?”

You lean in, your voice sharp enough to cut. “It’s a fucking guarantee.”

He smirks, something wicked curling at the corner of his mouth. “Mm. Might be worth it.”

Your blood boils. From rage. From heat. From him.

You should turn away. You should shut your eyes, roll over, and pretend none of this ever happened.

Instead—your knee brushes his thigh.

Slow. Deliberate.

His smirk falters.

Then he snaps.

In one fluid, furious motion, Zayn rolls on top of you—body pinning yours to the mattress, hands grabbing your wrists and slamming them into the pillows above your head.

You gasp, startled.

“You started this,” he growls, voice rough and right at your ear. “And now you’re gonna pretend you didn’t want me to do something about it?”

You writhe beneath him, your anger tangling with something hotter, deeper—your body betraying you, reacting to the weight of him, the scent of him, the way his chest presses to yours, bare skin sliding against satin.

“I hate you,” you spit, but your voice breaks around it. Your hips lift, trying to find friction, your breath already quickening.

Zayn looks down at you like he’s ready to ruin you.

“You hate me?” he repeats, grinding his hips into yours—slow, punishing. “Then why are you so fucking wet for me?”

Your eyes snap shut as a desperate noise escapes your throat, and you curse yourself for the heat pooling between your legs, for the way your body arches into his touch without permission.

Zayn doesn’t wait for a reply.

His mouth crashes down on yours—hot, rough, furious. It’s not gentle. It’s not sweet. It’s teeth and tongue and years of unsaid words poured into a single, punishing kiss.

You fight him.

Your hands twist in his grip, your mouth trying to pull away, but it’s all for show—and you both know it. Because the moment his tongue sweeps past your lips, the moment he groans into your mouth like he’s starving for it, your body melts beneath him.

He growls against your lips, releasing your wrists only to slide his hands down your body, gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. “Keep struggling,” he mutters darkly. “See how long I hold back.”

“I’m not.” You gasp as he grinds down harder, cock pressed thick and hot against your core.

“Bullshit,” he hisses, dragging his mouth down your neck. “You’ve wanted this for months. You just didn’t want to say it first.”

His teeth sink into your throat, sharp and possessive, and you cry out—not in pain, not really. It’s too hot, too intense. It sends a shiver straight through you.

You slap at his shoulder, but it’s weak, half-hearted. “You’re such a prick.”

“Keep talking,” he growls. “Say something else I can bite you for.”

And he does—right at the base of your throat. Then lower, dragging the strap of your camisole down with his teeth until your breast spills free, flushed and aching.

“You look better like this,” he mutters. “Messy. Needy. Mine.”

You hiss at the claim. “I’m not—”

But he cuts you off with another kiss, this one even rougher. His hands are everywhere—palming your breast, tugging your hips higher, pressing you exactly where he wants you. You can feel how hard he is, how ready.

“You are,” he growls against your mouth, biting your lower lip before kissing you breathless again. “You fucking are.”

Zayn’s mouth is everywhere—biting, licking, tasting. Down your neck, across your collarbone, then lower, lips wrapping around your nipple as he sucks hard, hand splayed across your stomach to keep you still.

You squirm, hips shifting against him, but he growls and pins you down harder.

“Stop moving,” he snaps, voice dark and frayed. “Or I’ll make you beg.”

You glare, chest heaving, every inch of your skin prickling under his touch. “I’m not begging for anything.”

He smirks against your skin. “You will.”

Then he slides down your body, dragging the satin shorts with him. The fabric clings to your thighs, soaked through, and he hums low in his throat when he sees it. “Look at that,” he murmurs. “So wet. All that attitude, and you’re already fucking dripping.”

You move to kick him, but he grabs your thighs and shoves them apart, spreading you wide and lowering his face between them.

You barely have time to snap another threat before his mouth is on you.

Hot. Wet. Unrelenting.

Zayn licks you like he’s trying to punish you with pleasure—long, deep strokes of his tongue that make your hips jerk and your thighs clamp around his head, only for him to shove them apart again with a growl.

“Stay still,” he snaps against your pussy, voice muffled and rough.

You try.

God, you try.

But his tongue is ruthless, circling your clit just right, dipping lower, fucking into you with practiced precision. He moans against you like he loves the taste of your surrender, and the sound goes straight to your spine.

Your fingers twist in the sheets. Your body’s trembling. Your legs won’t stop shaking.

“Zayn—” you gasp, a warning, a plea.

He groans again, arms locking tighter around your thighs, holding you in place while his mouth devours you. Lips, tongue, teeth—every part of him claiming you, ruining you.

You’re so close.

The pressure coils low in your belly, hot and tight and overwhelming. Your hips twitch, your breath breaks, your whole body tenses—

And then he stops.

Pulls back completely.

You whine—loud and raw, shocked by the sudden loss. “What the fuck—”

Zayn wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes wild and glinting.

“You don’t get to come yet,” he says, voice wrecked. “Not until you beg.”

You stare at him, panting, furious, soaked and throbbing and trembling beneath him.

“You bastard,” you breathe.

He smirks, lips still glistening. “Keep talking like that,” he murmurs, crawling back up your body, “and I’ll edge you ‘til you’re crying.”

His mouth brushes your ear. “Say it.”

Your body aches—every nerve lit, every muscle trembling, your cunt clenching around nothing, desperate and empty and throbbing with need. You’re furious. Humiliated. Soaked.

And still—your hips roll against him again.

Zayn groans into your ear, his teeth grazing your skin. “Say it,” he breathes. “Say you want me to fuck you. Say it and I’ll give you everything.”

You bite back a moan, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

But then his hand slides between your legs again—fingers slipping through your slick folds, teasing, cruel.

He doesn’t push in.

He doesn’t touch your clit.

He just hovers there. Threatening. Promising.

“Beg,” he growls. “Come on, princess. I’ve got all night.”

You glare up at him, chest heaving, heart pounding.

And then—

“Please,” you rasp. It rips from you before you can stop it. “Please, Zayn.”

He stills.

Your pride cracks in your voice as you meet his eyes. “I need you to fuck me.”

His mouth crashes against yours before the sentence is finished—biting, claiming, starved. One hand grabs your thigh, pulling you open, and the other wraps around your throat, just enough pressure to keep you his.

“Good girl,” he growls against your lips. “Now don’t fucking hold back.”

He doesn’t waste a second.

Zayn shoves his briefs down just far enough, his cock thick and flushed, heavy against your thigh. You feel the heat of him, the weight, the sheer intent in the way he lines himself up and presses the head right where you need him most—slow and teasing at first, like he wants to savor your desperation.

But he’s not in the mood to be gentle.

Not tonight.

With a low, vicious growl, he thrusts in hard—deep and sudden, burying himself inside you in one unforgiving stroke.

You cry out, back arching, fingers clawing at his shoulders as the breath gets punched out of you. The stretch is intense, overwhelming, but it’s perfect. He feels too good, too deep, too much—and your body takes him anyway, clenching around him like it’s exactly what you’ve been starving for.

“Fuck,” he groans, voice rough and ruined. “You feel that? You were made for this. Made for me.”

His hand tightens at your throat—not choking, just holding. Just claiming.

“You begged for it,” he snarls, hips snapping forward again, the pace brutal from the start. “So take it.”

And you do.

You meet every thrust, your body greedy for more, your moans growing louder with every slap of skin against skin. He’s feral with it, fucking you like it’s the only way to shut you up—like it’s the only way he knows how to make you his.

“Look at you,” he pants, watching the way your face twists beneath him. “So cocky until you’re full of me. You love this, don’t you? Love being fucked like you’re mine.”

You nod, barely able to breathe, tears stinging at the corners of your eyes from the intensity. “Yes—fuck, Zayn—”

“That’s right,” he growls. “Say my name. Let the whole fucking hotel know who’s making you come.”

Your voice is hoarse, raw from moaning, crying out, begging. And he’s not slowing down.

Zayn’s hand slides from your throat to the back of your neck, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. “Keep looking at me,” he grits out. “I want to see your face when you come.”

You’re close. Too close.

Your thighs tremble, body arching into every brutal snap of his hips, the bed creaking beneath you as he fucks you hard enough to make the headboard slam against the wall. It should be embarrassing. Should make you shy, make you want to crawl into yourself.

But you don’t.

You meet his thrusts with all the fire still left in you, teeth bared, fingers digging into his shoulders as you growl, “Harder.”

Zayn snarls like an animal, shifting his grip to pin both your wrists above your head again, body slamming into yours with even more force.

“You don’t get to ask,” he spits. “Not anymore. You gave yourself to me when you begged.”

You can barely breathe, tears slipping down your temples now—not from pain, not really, just too much pleasure. Too much of him.

“I hate you,” you rasp, voice shaking.

“I know,” he pants, hips grinding deep. “Hate me while I make you come.”

His free hand slides between you, fingers rubbing your clit in tight, punishing circles. You cry out, body jerking under him.

“You’re shaking,” he growls. “You gonna come for me?”

You nod, frantic.

“Say it.”

“I’m gonna come—fuck, Zayn—please—”

That’s all it takes.

Your orgasm slams into you like a freight train—violent, overwhelming, all-consuming. You scream his name, back arching, legs locking around him as you pulse around his cock, every nerve lit on fire.

Zayn doesn’t last another second.

With a guttural growl, he thrusts once, twice, then buries himself deep and stays there, hips twitching as he spills into you, hot and thick and endless. His body shudders over yours, his forehead dropping to your shoulder, teeth grazing your skin as he pants through the aftershock.

You both lie there, wrecked.

The room is thick with heat and sweat and the scent of sex. Your pulse echoes in your ears, your body trembling with the aftershocks of everything he just gave you—took from you. You don’t know where the hate ends and the need begins anymore. Maybe it never mattered.

Zayn stays buried inside you for a moment longer, breath warm against your shoulder, chest heaving against yours. His hand still rests at your throat—no pressure now, just a possessive hold that lingers like he’s reluctant to let go.

Neither of you speaks.

Because what is there to say?

Eventually, he shifts. Pulls back slowly, carefully, as if suddenly remembering you’re not just a body he can use to vent years of tension. You hiss at the sensitivity as he slips out of you, the loss of him making your legs twitch, the ache setting in deep and low.

You expect him to roll away.

He doesn’t.

Instead, he rises from the bed and disappears into the bathroom.

You lie there, blinking at the ceiling, dazed and sore and flooded with adrenaline. You don’t know if you should feel victorious or defeated. You don’t know if you won whatever twisted game the two of you have always played.

You don’t hear the tap run, but you hear the soft sound of the towel wrung out, the rustle of movement. You half-expect him to just toss it at you from across the room—some smug comment to match it.

But instead, he returns quietly. Stands at the edge of the bed, eyes sweeping over you with something unreadable in his expression.

Then he kneels between your legs.

“I’ve got it,” you mutter, trying to sit up, your voice still wrecked.

Zayn ignores you.

“I said—”

“Lie back,” he says, low and firm. “You’re making a mess.”

Heat rises to your face. “It’s your mess.”

“And I’ll fucking clean it up.”

You scowl, trying to shove his hand away when the towel touches your thigh. “I don’t need your help.”

“You can barely move,” he snaps, catching your wrist mid-swat. “Stop being difficult for five seconds.”

You freeze, eyes locked on his. The heat between you hasn’t vanished—it’s just simmering now, molten and quieter, tangled up in pride and tension and something you don’t have the strength to name.

He softens the pressure on your wrist, then lowers it back to the sheets.

“I’ll be quick,” he says, and this time it’s almost gentle.

You lie back with a huff, turning your head to the side, refusing to look at him while he moves the warm towel between your thighs. He’s careful. Irritatingly so. And despite yourself, the care in his touch makes your throat tight.

It’s not a grand gesture.

It’s not even tender, really.

But it’s real.

When he’s done, he tosses the towel toward the bathroom, not bothering to check if it lands, and climbs back into bed beside you. He doesn’t touch you—not yet. Just lies there, head tipped back against the pillows, chest rising with deep, steady breaths like he’s finally coming down too.

You stay facing the wall, jaw clenched, muscles tight, already rehearsing tomorrow’s regrets.

But the mattress shifts behind you.

And then—without warning—Zayn drags you back into him, one strong arm locking around your waist, chest pressing flush to your back like he owns the space between you.

You jerk in his grip. “Get off.”

“No.”

You squirm harder. “This isn’t a fucking sleepover.”

“Good,” he mutters. “I don’t do those. I just fuck girls who hate me and then hold them anyway.”

Your elbow shoots back, catching his ribs.

He grunts. Laughs.

“Still full of fight, huh?” His lips brush your ear. “Didn’t sound like that five minutes ago.”

“Touch me again and I’ll bite your fingers off.”

Zayn hums. “Tempting.”

“You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re warm,” he says simply, already settling in. His thigh slides between yours again, lazy and unapologetic. “Don’t act like you don’t like it.”

“I don’t.”

“Your heartbeat says otherwise.”

You open your mouth, ready to fire something back—but the words die in your throat.

Because you’re still not moving.

Because his arm feels too good around you, solid and steady, the heat of him wrapping around your frayed nerves like something dangerous you can’t quite bring yourself to escape.

“You’re not staying like this,” you whisper, one last stab at control.

Zayn’s voice is low. Confident. “Then push me off.”

You don’t.

And after a beat, he knows it.

You both do.

So you lie there, seething, tangled up in the boy you swore you couldn’t stand—his breathing slowing, his body melting against yours, and your pride burning hot behind your eyelids as sleep starts to pull you under.

…

Author’s note: I kind of want to write a part 2! What do you think?

#one direction fanfiction #zayn malik x you #zayn x y/n #zayn malik x reader #zayn x you #zayn x reader #zayn malik smut #zayn fanfiction #one direction smut

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captain-bubble-wrap · 4 months ago

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Hi love could I possibly request an auston matthews x reader? I would absolutely love to see reader and her best friend riding his beautiful thick thighs👀 not quite sure how I want it to go down so I’ll leave that part up to you🫣🤭

like… just look at him waiting for it🤭

Babe, you did me in on this one! 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🫦🫦

C|W : 18+; (implied) alcohol usage; girl-on-girl; threesome; thigh riding; mutual masturbation; edging

Cuties to tag : @quinnsbabygirl @ruinix @quinnhughesandqenthusiast

W|C : 2.7k

"You're both making it hard to choose," Auston joked, the roar the music forcing the three of you to stand almost huddled together. You and your best friend had managed to slip into a party somewhere in downtown Toronto and had caught the eye of the Maple Leafs' captain. Since running into Auston, he had found it difficult as to which of you he wanted to give his attention to, which had prompted the statement.

"You can have us both," your bestie said through a giggle, her hands wrapped around his bicep.

The alcohol in your system was giving you both extra courage in the moment, and you were thankful for it. It made flirting with someone like Auston Matthews easier, or the rejection easier to get over. "Yeah, we're a packaged deal."

He smirked, turning his attention to you, "Oh, is that so?" His laugh made your whole body hot, and you involuntarily clenched your legs together. You could tell already, that just by talking to him -coupled with the drinks he had bought- that you wet. God, if you could just have ten minutes with him in a bathroom, you'd be more than happy. "Well, what kind of deal is this exactly?"

Looking at each other, you and your girlfriend giggled again. It seemed like you were the one to decide what it entailed by the look on her face.

"You get twice the fun," you replied, biting your bottom lip.

Auston's golden eyes seemed to darken before he spoke, sending a second rush of arousal threatening to drip down your bare leg. "Twice the fun, or double the trouble?"

Shaking your head, you'd catch him staring, "Double the pleasure, not trouble."

- - -

The drive to Auston's had been a blur. Your girlfriend had nearly pushed you into the front seat of his car while she slipped in behind you in the backseat. All you could remember was him switching between which thighs he rested his hand on while he drove. Within your mind, you were begging him to let his hand trail further and further up your leg until he was knuckle deep in your pussy. You weren't drunk enough to ask for something like that, even if you wanted it as badly as your body was reminding you that you did. Part of you wondered if your partner-in-crime was feeling just as desperate as you were.

"Can I get you girls anything?" Auston asked, showing the both of you inside. "Another couple drinks or something?"

The lights were low and the air was cool against your skin, but it felt so good. Your racing thoughts -filled with desperate fantasies- still had your mind clouded, so you had to be careful of your words any time you had to open your mouth, lest some dark desire just fell out.

"Oh, I'm down for another," you confessed, pulling a hand through your hair, feeling free and completely uninhibited. You could still feel it: feel how aroused you were, as you walked about his living room. How long had it been since you had been so flirty, so empowered to let your body feel good? By now you were all but begging him to rail you against the counter, it had been a while...

"Anything specific," Auston asked, giving you another sly smile before asking your bestie. "What about you, sweetheart?"

"Vodka-cran, or whatever is easy? We don't...want to be a problem."

Her comment about being problems brought a fit of laughter between the two of you. You'd catch Auston smiling to himself before he turned away to find some glasses. Was this a dream, or had he actually brought both of you home for a bit of a private show?

"Oh my god!" you whispered, taking her hands; you could barely contain yourself, "What are we doing?"

"We're going to have a little fun," she hushed, gazing at your lips. She made the first move and pushed against you. Returning the deep kiss, her hands would find your waist as you held her face with yours. It was your moan that pulled Auston's attention away from the vodka he had been pouring. You wouldn't notice him staring at the two of you, seeing her hands roaming your body in that backless, silk dress.

Again, and again, you wanted someone --something-- you brush against your clit; give it the attention it was craving, but she'd make you wait as well. Her fingers trailed down the curve of your hips, catching the short hem of your dress before being pulled back upwards, taking with the fabric with them, revealing you hadn't been wearing any underwear beneath it. The silken fabric would slip back over your curves as the two of you continued nipping at each other's lips, before Auston made it across the room. Upon hearing his soft footsteps, the two of you would part ways, blushing at having been caught despite being out in the open.

He smirked, bringing the two of you your requested drinks, "Don't let me stop you."

Your friend would be the first to speak, "We were just waiting for you."

"Oh, well if that was the case, I appreciate it."

Words couldn't describe how beautiful Auston's smile was as he sat down in the middle of the sofa that was behind you. There he was, looking up at the two of you like he had won some type of lottery. He was sitting deep, legs wide apart like he was just asking to be straddled, and when he motioned for the two of you to have a seat, you knew right where you were going to go. You'd take a sip of the cocktail before setting it down on the coffee table. Your place wouldn't be beside him on the available cushion, but instead, you straddled his left thigh. His smile widened, feeling your weight drape over his leg.

"Plenty of room for two," he teased, giving his right thigh an affectionate tap for your girlfriend your follow suit.

Oh god -- finally feeling some kind of pressure against your throbbing bud felt amazing, but you had to remain somewhat proper -- for the time being anyway. Your girlfriend did the same as you: putting her drink down to find herself with knees bent on the sofa, feeling his muscular leg fill the void between her legs.

Auston kissed you first; breath sweet from whatever had been the mixer of his previous drinks. Your fingers dragged down his jawline; the coarse hairs tickling your fingertips as they went. His full lips didn't disappoint, and each time you had to take a breath you gasped.

Selfishly, you let him return his attention to your friend. Watching him kiss her made you both jealous and turned on. Her fingers were clawing at his broad chest while you let your right hand rest atop his shoulder for balance. When he shifted slightly, beneath the weight of both of you on him, the friction of his pants against your aching lips made you gasp. That slight bit of movement set you off, and now you couldn't help the fact that you were pushing your clit against his thigh for selfish reasons. Finally, all of your abundant arousal was making itself known as it began to soak Auston's pants as you grinded.

"Does that feel good?" He asked, bringing attention to your pleasure. He was grinning, as his left hand cupped your ass, aiding in your rhythm.

"Uh-huh," you mumbled, returning the smile. The way his eyes were looking over your body was delicious; feeling him on you was incredible.

Auston let himself fall back into the cushions of the sofa, simply admiring the view, "Don't stop then."

"O--okay," you drunkenly moaned, eyes fluttering closed against the bliss.

Your friend on the other hand, found herself watching you, and waited for the permission she craved. It wouldn't take long, as Auston was being quite attentive to both of you girls. While, you were busy quietly moaning each time your clit grazed the soft fabric, he coaxed her to match your pace, which she did so happily.

She was much louder than you; moaning like a well-seasoned porn star, and obviously had been just as needy as you had been some moments before. Auston was in heaven, though he remained reserved and restrained. He merely smiled, letting his hands and eyes admire the views before him, absolutely in awe at how his evening was developing. This was one that would replay in his mind for months to come while on the road. While he was praising your companion, you had pulled the thin straps of your dress, over your shoulders, exposing your breasts as the dress fell to your waist.

Your eyes were still closed, hips rocking steadily with his guiding hand to support you, as it had now slipped beneath the dress to have his skin on yours. He knew how wet you were -- he could feel it, but welcomed all of it happily as, it too, was making him hard.

"Aren't you glad you brought us both," she asked, wanting his eyes on her for a little longer, pace slowing so she could regain the ability to speak.

His laugh was deep and throaty which both of you could feel through your bodies, "Oh, absolutely. You haven't disappointed me for a second." She'd pull him into another set of kisses, but his hand gripped tighter on your body in return. The feeling of him on your skin was so warm and it was hard to think about anything else.

"Make those pretty noises for me," he told her, as she tightened up against his thigh. Instantly, she was lost to her pleasures and forgot you were even there.

When Auston turned back to you, however, the sight of your breasts gently bouncing against your movements had him wanting more. He leaned forward and caught your left nipple with his tongue, making your eyes snap open has you let loose a sharp moan from the incredible feeling. His hot tongue against your skin made your whole body shiver.

"More-- pl-ease," you found yourself able to beg now, inhibitions fully down and without care. He'd roll your taut nipple over his tongue like a candy, noticing how it made your hips buck each time he applied pressure. When your hand found his cock, however, Auston's moan rippled through your body. Your palm pressed against his erection, making him melt slightly against your touch.

"There will be time for that later, sweetheart. Just worry about yourself right now," he cooed, catching your fleeting gaze while he could.

"Yes, Papi," you whispered, returning the brilliant smile to his lips.

That had been the magic word. You knew exactly what to call him without him having to say or hint at anything.

"I want you to call me that when you come."

You nodded, feeling another wave of pleasure wash over you, making an absolute mess of his pants but he couldn't have cared less.

"Good girl," he whispered, releasing from you a deep moan he hadn't yet heard. "Ah, there she is. You like that, huh?"

You couldn't answer him, just pushed harder your clit into his soaked leg. He turned back to your friend, who had quickened her pace once more. She was panting, playing with her own nipples as she rode his thigh with slower passes that you had been.

"Why don't you touch her, hm? Tell me how wet she is."

After a couple seconds, you let your left hand find her leg beside you, grabbing at her thigh before sliding your fingers towards her clothed pussy. She moaned against the feeling of your touch to her clit. It throbbed against your fingertips, as you flicked it gently from your position.

"She's soaked through her lace panties," you giggled, amazed at what you were doing. She felt so good beneath your fingers and soon, Auston was asking her to return the favour. You, however, had no cloth to be separated from. Her skin against yours, your wetness coating her fingers could have had you screaming if you had less control. Your moans in his ears told him everything he needed to know. His cock throbbed against the zipper of his pants, seeing both of you touching one another.

"That's it, get each other off."

What a collection of feelings you both were experiencing at the same time. You looked at one another, having heard him tell you to masterbate each other in front of him, while still riding his thick thigs. Her eyes rolled backwards, her left hand still rolling her thumb across her nipple. The quicker her finger coaxed your clit for a release, the quicker your hips met Auston's leg and the more you moaned.

"Careful, I want you both to come at the same time. Slow down." He cooed,

"I've never been this wet," you mumbled, feeling your friends wet fingers tease your swelled bud in a circular motion. "Are you close?"

You were careful not to get her to a climax before you were ready, but the way she was pushing into your hand said she was nearing an orgasm.

"Just-- just a little more. Uh, right there. Right there!"

Just then, her thumb found your clit, teasing you with a rapid back-and-forth fluttering. Your legs widened as much as they could in the space given. Your moans and gasps grew quicker and quicker; you wanted to come so badly but you had to wait.

"Shhhhh, slow down. Not yet."

His voice felt like velvet between your ears. He could have talked you to an orgasm if he had tried.

"You mentioned double the pleasure earlier, hm? Which one of you is going to ride my cock while the other rides my face?"

Both of you smiled and looked at the other for a quick second.

"Who gets what," you struggled to ask, mouth dry from gasping for air through the pleasure.

"You decide," he smirked.

Without hesitation, you asked her, "What do you... what do you want?"

"Oh, I wanna ride his cock," she replied desperately, voice shaky from your teasing fingers.

You found the strength to look Auston in the face and grinned. He seemed pleased with the immediate answer.

"Perfect," he said, voice breathy as his mind anticipated the later. "You two are so beautiful."

You almost didn't hear his compliment. Everything was coming at you so fast: fighting off your want to finish, concentrating on your left hand, the feeling of Auston's hand still pushing you forward, and just the desire to breathe. It was so much to take in that your ears were almost turned off.

There was that feeling again: the swirling torrent of pleasure demanding to break through.

"I wanna come!" You cried out. "I wanna come, please. I can't-- I can't--"

"Okay-- Okay!"

Auston's face showed his approval of the two of you both doing as he had asked, and together, you both reached your shared orgasms.

"Oh-- Oh-- Papi!" You yelled, finding yourself struggling to keep control of your limbs. "Papi!"

His hand remained where it had been on your body, and braced against your friend's waist, fearing she was going to collapse against the sensations. You both were breathless, panting as wave after wave of enjoyment washed over your senses and sensitive regions. Fingers slowly retracted from their ordered positions and returned to your own bodies. You couldn't remember the last time you had come so hard, or so many times in a row.

"Good girls," he praised. "Both of you."

Eventually, both of you would lean forward, and lay your heads over his shoulders as he held you in his arms. You were exhausted, having lost track of time though it didn't matter. The night wasn't over yet. There would be numerous more to be shared and dawn was still many hours away.

Who was keeping count?

#auston matthews #auston matthews smut #auston matthews x reader #auston matthews fanfic

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weirdsht · 3 months ago

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Lout of the Count's Family — Masterlist

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Disclaimer: I suck at summaries

pair tagging follows the ao3 system: character/character = romantic character & character = platonic

Series

Kahalangdon

a child from Kim Rok Soo's life who got reincarnated and somehow went under the Roan Kingdom's crown prince care Cale & Alberu & Reader Child!Reader complete

Spectator

add together a lazy genius child and an accident that made said child remember their past life and what do you get? the attention of the famous sworn brother duo of the Roan Kingdom Lotcf & Reader Child!Reader complete

Disillusioned

Cale meets someone who looks like they should be a prominent character in TBOAH but there's not a single mention of them. He then tries to dismiss it as it's not his problem. His efforts will be proven futile Cale/Gn!Reader complete

Fics

Adapt

Short Cale narrative about the people he cherish Cale & Gn!Reader (but that isn't really the focus) Child! Reader

Pledge

You were his hands and feet, you're someone who vowed on your life as proof of your loyalty. Sadly that life was taken too soon, but you were given a second chance. Better make things right Cale/Gn!Reader or Cale & Gn!Reader (up to you)

Everyone treasures something or someone and Cale lost his precious. Twice. Cale/Gn!Reader

Peer into the Past

Alberu strikes a deal with the God of Death, he honestly should've known better Alberu & Cale

Jib-eseo

Korean meaning at home your past life was difficult, painful. but everything is alright now for you have a new family and a very kind big brother with you Cale & Fem!Reader Child! Reader

Paperback

If there's someone who knows Cale better than himself it would probably be you Cale & Gn!Reader or Cale/Gn!Reader (it's up to your interpretation) Pt 2: Hardbound

Uphold

You weren't sure why he did the things that he did but you know him well enough to know what he wants to happen and trust him enough to have faith he had a good reason for all the things he did Lotcf & Male!Reader hints of one-sided Og!Cale/Reader

Fickle

Getting to know someone rather than instantly hating them is much easier than you think Cale/Fem!Reader Enemies to Lovers

Stratified

Cale and his problems with historical noble clothing

At Ease

the rare moment where Cale actually gets to laze around for once Cale/Gn!Reader

Lost

when you suddenly get transported into a new world with your attacker staring at you, what will you do? Lotcf & Fem!Reader

Disorientated

how and why did you wake up in another world when you were so sure transmigration couldn't be real Lotcf & Gn!Reader

Leaves

No amount of worry and reassurance from your not-so-friend Alberu can quell the insecurities dwelling in your mind. Alberu/Male!Reader

Affiance

The future may be unstable, but your love for him isn't Alberu/Fem!Reader

Can I Really? (pt. 1)

More Than Deserving (pt. 2)

It could've been a beautiful love story, sadly the cataclysm prevented it from even starting. Kim Rok Soo/Fem!Reader

Cliché

Why can't you have a normal isekai like in those stories you've read? LoTCF & Venion Stan! Reader Pt 2: Platitude

Out of Their Minds

A mermaid runaway meets a half-blood whale. Surprisingly, it doesn't go wrong. LoTCF & Male! Reader Mermaid! Reader Hints of Paseton/Reader Pt. 2: Out of My Mind

Overboard

Just a short fic of subtle yandere Cale. Subtle Yan! Cale/Gn! Reader

Selective Vacuous

4 times Cale and reader thought they were being scammed by the Church of the God of Death, and the 1 time Cale realized it wasn't a scam Cale/Fem! Reader

Flowerbed Full of Thorns

In an au where Kim Rok Soo transmigrated after dying in battle that will eradicate the monsters on earth, where would it leave reader who is his last friend? 3 Soos & Reader (all of them are dead and its focused on reader)

Our Fragile Promise in Magnolia

A childish promise from your previous lives that will never come true. Cale/Reader Kim Rok Soo/Reader (yes it's the same guy but I feel like I have to specify)

Bestfriend Bob

Cale just wanted to conduct an experiment. It somehow ended with him becoming jealous of himself. Cale/Female! Reader

Unwanted Hue

4 times everyone thought you were embarrassed/flustered because of the blush in your face, and the 1 time you actually were. Cale/Gn! Reader

Clogged Pipes

You just wanted to inform everyone of the lack of running water. How did it turn to you crying your eyes out and Choi Han being bullied for making you cry? LoTCF&Reader

Biased Concern

You were supposed to visit your lover Cale but it looks like the kids are more of your priority. Cale/Reader

May Our Fates Intertwine Once More

Loosely based on ORV's "incarnation Kim Dokja will be killed at the hands of the person he loves most". That's it, that's the tweet. Cale/Reader Fiance! Reader

Longing

What if the Molans had another child aside from Beacrox? What if they thought that child died? What if that child was you? LoTCF&Female! Reader Molan! Reader

Hershey's

4 times you kissed your friends to show your affection, and the 1 time they returned the favour. LoTCF&Gn! Reader

Blood-Red Garnet

It was for your own good when Cale gave you that ability suppressing bracelet... Why did it cause your detriment instead? Yan! Cale/Gn! Reader

Can't Two People Be Friends?

Alberu is tired of you and Cale, so please just get together already... Cale/Gn! Reader Told in Alberu's perspective

Apparently Not

Maybe the "3rd time's the charm" thing also works when it comes to regressions LoTCF & Gn! Reader Regressor! Reader

Miscellaneous Information

TBoaH is good at giving unnecessary information to some degree and Cale is grateful for it, or else he might be charged with child neglect. Cale & Fem!Reader Child! Reader

I Triple Dare You

Cale can stop disregarding his well-being now that he has a vice commander who made him promise to not get hurt. Cale & Fem!Reader or Cale/Fem!Reader (it's up to your interpretation)

...Seriously?

A transmigrator they barely know anything about suddenly crying about how she missed her husband... LoTCF & Fem!Reader LaDS Mentioned but not a crossover

My Field of Flowers

White Star's secret weapon is such a delicate thing. LoTCF & Male! Reader Dragon Half-Blood & Reaader Cale & Reader

For Your Safety

Yes, Alberu is practically keeping you on house arrest, but it's for your own good. Yandere! Alberu/Male! Reader

Queasy

The 4 times Choi Han had to help you and the 1 time you faked it to help him out. Choi Han/Fem! Reader

Die With A Smile

Trapped in a cave with your lover, racing each other to see who dies first. Cale/Reader

(Un)Attainable

Alberu says he won't get married, won't fall in love. But he still did, and out of all people he fell in love with Adin's fiance. Alberu/Fem! Reader

My Beautiful Stranger, My Soulmate

There's a familiar stranger Kim Rok Soo has kept randomly seeing since he was a kid. Cale/Reader Kim Rok Soo/Reader (yes it's the same guy but I feel like I have to specify)

Definitions

Cale takes another troubled teen under his wing as if he doesn't have more than enough of those Cale & Gn! Reader Teen Reader

Leave Me Alone!

The isekai curse of being haunted down by the main characters. That's it, that's the fic. LoTCF & Gn! Reader

Recuperation

You are tired of being bedridden but Cale won't have it any other way. Yan! Cale/Reader

Eternity Has Started Before We Even Knew

Wedding preparation shenanigans Cale/Fem! Reader

Something New

How would wearing a dress go for someone who doesn't usually wear one? Cale/Reader

Shining Star

An idol that gets transported into the world of LoTCF... and also has a system that keeps threatening them with death? Cale/Reader pls believe me, it's there

Homecoming

Cale's past life is starting to catch up on him in the form of a teen that he used to take care of back on Earth. Which then leaves everyone confused as hell because, as usual, he refuses to explain anything. Cale & Teen! Reader

Perfectly Imperfect

Weight loss journeys are always a hard thing. Good thing Cale is always there by your side. Cale/Reader

Volatile

Cale Henituse is a man ready to go against everything and everyone, including gods, for a chance to be reunited with you once more Cale & Male! Reader Child! Reader

Dissect to Reflect

did you die? did you dream? is this your world? is this your beloved? what is real and what is not? what is an intricate bait and what's the truth? Yandere! Cale/Reader

Drabbles and Headcannons

Yandere Cale Henituse hcs

Yandere Cale drabble

LotCF and Grocery Stores

Opaque - Cale/Reader

Cale Henituse and groupings (school au)

Henituse Twin AU by twin anon

Henituse Twin falling for the same person

Cale with someone who's the opposite of him

Cale with a gun

Cale with someone stronger and taller than him

Reader who manifested a blood manipulation ability but has to cut themself when using it

Cuddling with the kids

LoTCF with reader who easily tears up/cry

LoTCF with reader who loves money (maybe more than Cale)

Cale with reader who is directionally challenged

Will Cale become yandere for someone who gets stronger every time they get hurt?

Cale with reader that spaces out a lot

Alberu with male dragon reader

Cale with reader that sings to the children

#masterlist . stuff #lout of the count’s family #lotcf x reader

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clingonlikeclingwrap · 1 year ago

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PJO Hogwarts AU! Notes below:

- Kronos is Voldemort. Obviously. He was vanquished by Zeus years ago, but is on the rise and can only be defeated by the “Chosen One” (for neither can live while the other survives yadda yadda)

- The “Chosen One” is one of the Big Three’s children—not even just the first to turn 16, just one of them

- The whole point of the AU is people trying to figure out which one out of Percy, Nico, and Jason is the “Chosen One” while all of them are secretly hoping for it to be one of the others

- Death Eaters tracked down and targeted the kids after hearing the prophecy, resulting in Bianca’s death pre-enrolment to Hogwarts. She fended them off while telling Nico to escape 🥲

- Thus, Nico shows up to Hogwarts already having lost faith in the system and edgy and sad asf. But there’s no real reason to blame Percy so they don’t have that complicating their relationship further

- Thalia turned into the Whomping Willow. No idea how or why. She also turns back at some point. No idea how or why. Drops out of school to become an underage Auror? No idea how or why.

- I fully researched Hogwarts house qualities before sorting them. I was so deep into it. Percy’s loyalty speaks for itself. Jason was difficult but I shoved him into Gryffindor. And a friend suggested Nico be in Gryffindor but just be really disgruntled about it, so that’s where he is. He has to deal with the passionate reckless assholes while in denial about being a passionate reckless asshole. (Also Nico & Jason bonding opportunities :D)

- Due to Slytherin being now inhabited practically solely by Hermes kids (who are not all related in this AU), Slytherin has totally lost its reputation as the “evil” house, and now proudly carries the tag of “Prankster House”. They’re like Fred and George Weasley except the pranking is a house-wide phenomenon

- Jason attended Durmstrang where he was held to insanely high standards as a model student/leader. After the Tri-Wizard tournament he decided to transfer to Hogwarts instead (all the Camp Jupiter kids are at Durmstrang.)

- Jason becomes Quidditch captain. Percy is duelling club captain. Percy is a god awful flier and it’s safer for everyone if he never touched a broom. Both constantly try to recruit Nico into their respective extracurriculars.

Some bonus character houses:

Gryffindor: Nico, Jason, Clarisse, Calypso, Grover, Piper, and “the Stoll brothers are in Gryffindor solely due to their lack of fear for consequences”

Hufflepuff: Percy, Will Solace, Meg

Slytherin: Annabeth (fucking fight me on this I dare you) (I’m joking I’m sensitive and I’ll cry) (but I won’t lose bitch square up), Thalia, Luke, Ethan Nakamura, Drew, the whole of Hermes cabin (minus the Stoll brothers)

Ravenclaw: Leo, the whole of Athena cabin (minus Annabeth), probably most of Hephaestus cabin too, I wish there were more specific characters but I cannot think of any rn tbh

(I probably missed some characters but anyway 🤷)

#glad I finally realised I can draw art for an AU and write notes in a Tumblr post instead of having to write a whole fic #pjo fanart #pjo #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson #jason grace #nico di angelo #my art #hogwarts au #harry potter au

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phyrestartr · 9 months ago

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Those Ghosts We Cannot Burn | Dabi x M!Reader

w/c: 1k cw: past trauma, canon-typical Todoroki family, mentions of child abuse, canon-typical violence, graphic language, difficult relationships #Eventual NSFW, bl, dunno who is top/bottom yet lol, hurt/comfort, angst, drama, reader is yakuza, reader and dabi have history, sorta enemies to lovers?? Notes: AAAAH short little snippet but I wanted to post anyway!! I need to get drafts out of my system or I'll go mad lmao...they're all just clogging up my google docs...it's so bad dude OTL so many WIPs

(ALL tags): @kamote-kuneho @tr4nnie @silvern1006

1. Hello, My Past

The bodies of his victims hissed and burned with a life only fire could leave in the path of destruction. Dabi knew it well–he was made the same way, after all. But they'd go on to simply disappear, their ashes fluttering away with the Autumn breeze while he continued to conquer his fate.

“Hey, you're the one they call ‘Dabi,’ right?”

The man in question paused, ears perking at that shitty, monotonous tone. Hah. It pissed him off. It made his heart hum, too. Weird.

“Who's askin'?” He drawled, tucking his hands in his pockets as he turned to face you with languid steps. When he caught sight of you in that alleyway, he almost remembered something, but couldn’t find the will to dwell on it.

“I am, on behalf of Shie Hassaikai,” you said, adjusting the cuffs of your jacket. “You've been torching our men, y’know?”

Dabi smiled. “And? You want an autograph or somethin’?”

You quirked a brow, looked him up and down, and scoffed. “You got a pen? Or, even know how to write in the first place? Don’t look the type.”

“Oi–”

“Anyway,” you continued, “You wouldn’t be willing to stop murdering ours while our respective leaders discuss their deal, hey?”

Dabi clicked his tongue. Annoying. “Their deal's got nothing to do with me.”

“Guess you're not as high up as they said, then.”

“You're a real pain in the ass, y'know?”

“It's kinda my job.”

“Maybe someone should relieve you from duty.”

A torrent of blue bloomed and crashed through the alley with the vicious hunger of a tsunami. Sparks exploded and flames lashed against stone and concrete, engulfing sky, earth, and all in-between with his show of firepower–a show he never grew tired of, one that never failed to remind him just what he lived for, what he–wait.

He squinted. What the hell?

A bright silhouette stood in the centre of the violent cleansing, wholly unmoved by the villain's flame. It wavered like a candle tousled by the night breeze, but it did not fade away with the light, nor with the wane of fire. And in the aftermath, once the alley fell quiet and dim once again, there it still stood, staring his way with a light that might rival a god's true form.

“You done?” You asked, voice crackling through a veil of blue.

Thousands of questions and thoughts rushed through his mind–what the hell was that? Who were you? What was your quirk? Why was your fire blue, too?--but he couldn't settle on one, not long enough to spit it out, anyway.

“I'll consider that a yes,” you decided. Your form re-materialized with a small flourish embers, and you breathed in deep.

Dabi tried not to let on how bothered he felt. “What the hell was that quirk?”

“Does it really matter?” You hummed, smiling. “The only thing you need to know is what you just saw–you can't get rid of me. Not with those flames of yours.”

“Hah. You sure about that, pretty boy?” His fingers twitched, eager to try his hand again. “I could crank the heat up for ya, see just how much you can handle.”

“Maybe another time,” you said, half-distracted as you checked your phone. “For now, remember what I said. Our bosses are trying to work together. Don't make this difficult.”

You turned halfway through your thought, showing Dabi your back without a care in the world. You must've really thought you couldn't be hurt by him. You must have really thought you were better than him. You must have.

But the sirens roaring toward the alley ruined his chance at demolishing you. He could take them on, but he'd rather not deal with the headache that'd follow–heaven knows he'd get reemed by some of the other villains for taking the PR crap too far.

Fucking prick, Dabi seethed silently. He'd have to kill you some other day.

–

“Touya,” you called, voice quiet.

The boy next to you, the one you squished into that single bed with whenever nightmares found him, stirred. Only your voice seemed to pull him free from the lull of dreams and nightmares, oddly.

“Yeah?” He whispered, clearing his throat, grimacing again at the scratchy stiffness to it.

“Once the doc helps you,” you started, sounding too serious for your age, “I think we should leave.”

“What?” Touya rubbed sleep from his eyes the best he could without tearing stitches and skin grafts apart. “What the hell is–”

Whatever else he had to say died in his throat when he caught a glimpse of you in the filtered moonlight; your calm, passive look of day had shifted come the night. Your face was kinder, exposing flickers of forbidden thoughts for none but one to see and soon forget, come the beckon of sleep.

“What the hell's your problem?” Touya breathed.

Your brows furrowed. “I don't want to be here,” you answered. “Have you even considered trying to go to your family? We could–”

“I did go back. Nothing's changed.” He smiled, bitter. “Those fucking sheep abandoned me already.”

“I won't abandon you,” you promised suddenly. “We can talk to them. Together. Come on, Touya–”

Touya laughed a pathetic, little sound. “Are you serious? They don't give a shit about me, they're not gonna give a shit about–do you think you're better than me? More special?”

Your eyes grew round. “Wh–I never said that.”

“But you think they'd listen to you, and not me,” he hissed, something igniting the hollow paths of his nerves and revving him back to life. “You think I'm not–”

You covered his mouth with a quick hand, and he held your wrist with a weak grip. “Shut up. You don't know what I think, so–so just shut up.”

I know what you think. And he was determined to prove you wrong, one way or another, even if he had to rip himself apart to do it--but you saw through him so easily. You always did; you always knew how to push his buttons then reset the system before he blew up.

And when you leaned in and kissed the back of your hand, the one still clasped over his mouth, he did indeed reset. Completely braindead once again, he was.

“Forget I said anything,” you huffed, turning your back to him and settling back in.

And Touya tried to forget, even though his mind buzzed and his heart thudded against his ribs. He tried, and he tried, and he tried.

#past trauma #canon-typical Todoroki family #mentions of child abuse #canon-typical violence #graphic language #difficult relationships #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #todoroki touya x reader #male reader insert #male!reader #bnha x you #bnha x male reader #toya x reader #dabi x you #touya todoroki x you #dabi x y/n #phyrestartr

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cinnamontoastcrunch-15 · 1 year ago

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We Must Know, How Did it End?

“It was tricky, really. Writing songs that come from a place of pain isn’t usually my thing,” Sirius says, plastering a polite smile onto his face. “It’s difficult to describe a feeling that’s so… overwhelming.”

Peter smiles back, and Sirius can see the empathy etched across his face.

“Okay, I think we have time for some audience questions,” Pete says, turning to the audience. Sirius follows his gaze to a crew member handing a mic over to a young woman.

“Hi, uh, hi. I was just wondering if your album is based on your recent breakup? With Remus?”

His name alone makes the blood freeze in Sirius’ veins. The fan isn’t wrong, his album is essentially all about Remus. It doesn’t stop his heart from stuttering at the mention of Remus. It brings memories that he’s been trying to write out of his system back to the front of his mind. They bring a lump into his throat, and he has to blink harshly to fight back any semblance of a visceral reaction.

Thankfully, Peter steps in.

“You know what? Let’s move on. Anyone else?”

In spite of a few grumblings, the microphone travels further, landing with another fan.

“Hey. I was just wondering if you ever think that Remus dated you for the fame? I mean, his follower count has doubled since you two-”

“No, I don’t think that,” Sirius cuts in sharply. Apparently, his need to defend Remus is stronger than his hurt at their breakup. Peter is opening his mouth to speak, probably to move on again, but Sirius isn’t ready to move on. “Of course I don’t think that. Remus’ talent speaks for itself. He doesn’t need me to be his way to break out in the dance world. We might not be together anymore, but that doesn’t change the fact that he is still one of the most genuine people I have ever met. Honestly, his kindness is indescribable. Everything I said while we were together was true. That relationship was the realest thing I’ve ever had, okay? Us breaking up doesn’t diminish that.”

The whole studio has lapsed into silence, and Sirius is really regretting the way he went about that now. Even Peter’s watching him in shock. Eventually, he seems to remember his own job, clearing his throat and breaking out into a smile.

“Okay! It’s about time for us to move on…”

Sirius is pretty sure that he’s been in a trance for the past hour. He doesn’t even remember the trip back to his house. All he knows is that he’s been scrolling through his tagged posts as his manager, Benjy, shouts at him over the phone.

“This is, without a doubt, the most irresponsible thing you’ve ever done!”

“I didn’t think it was that bad,” Sirius grumbles under his breath. Unfortunately, Benjy has the ears of a fucking hawk.

“If you weren’t a public figure, and I wasn’t your fucking PR Manager, I would think it was sweet, Sirius! However, calling your relationship with Remus the realest thing you’ve ever had?! That gives tabloids every opportunity under the sun to call you obsessive!”

“Yeah, well, it needed to be said,” Sirius says decisively. He’s not wrong. In what world could anyone ever see Remus as anything less than kind? Yeah, they haven’t seen the way Remus would hold Sirius through his panic attacks, say the dumbest things just to watch him smile, or the dance. The one Remus dedicated to him. The one Sirius really should delete from his camera roll.

“God, Sirius, you’re so lucky that I actually like you.” Benjy interrupts his train of thought, thankfully, letting out a groan as Sirius refreshes Instagram for the fifteenth time. “However, now you need to lay low until people forget that this happened.”

“What? That I defended him? Just because he’s my ex doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to say anything nice about him!”

“Yes it does. You can’t say anything too bad, or anything too nice. You have to be neutral. Peter was about to gloss past the question, anyway!” Sirius rolls his eyes, grateful that Benjy can’t see him as he goes scrolling again. He’s being called obsessive in countless different ways by news outlets, people who hate him, and people who have decided that his and Remus’ breakup means that it’s time to take sides. As he looks through them, he’s barely even pausing.

Until he reaches a post with Remus’ face at the front of it.

As much as he knows that he shouldn’t, he wants to watch it. He’s spent a lot of time watching the videos he promised James that he’d deleted and crying, but those were videos Sirius had filmed himself. They were personal. He hasn’t interacted with anything that Remus has posted publicly. He doesn’t actually want to be a stalker.

This feels… different. Mostly because this one has his name on it.

‘REMUS LUPIN BREAKS SILENCE ABOUT EX BOYFRIEND SIRIUS BLACK:’

“Yeah, okay, Benjy, I’ll stay silent,” Sirius says quickly, zoning out.

“Oh, really? Thanks. That was easy-”

“Okay, bye.” He hangs up before Benjy can say anything else, immediately playing the video.

It’s from one of Remus’ livestreams. His face is flushed a slight red, like it usually is after rehearsal, sitting on the floor in his studio. Sirius hates how endearing he finds it. He’s just talking, comments rolling in and the radio playing, when Sirius catches the message. It’s just another one calling him a stalker, but it stops Remus in his tracks.

“Right, you all need to leave Sirius alone,” Remus says decisively. The way his name sits in Sirius’ mouth brings a lump into his throat all over again. He really needs to stop crying over Remus, it’s getting a little sad. Maybe he is obsessive. “He isn’t stalking me. I actually haven’t spoken to him at all. Listen, the- the breakup was amicable, okay? We don’t hate each other, and we really don’t need people taking sides. All he did was defend me, which he didn’t have to do. It was nice of him, yeah, but it doesn’t make him obsessive. He’s just being a good person, he can’t help that.” Sirius smiles to himself, face warming at the compliment.

Okay, he is obsessed.

Still, it’s so unbelievably Remus to be so willing to defend him. To immediately assume the best about Sirius.

Just when Sirius expects the clip to end, a different song starts playing. He recognises it straight away. It’s one from his new album.

‘ I told the moon about you… ’

Remus’ eyes widen at the words. At Sirius ’ words. He never has been any good at hiding the first thought that flits across his face.

“Sorry, I’m, er… I’ve got to go. Thanks for- for watching, yeah,” Remus says hurriedly.

That’s when the clip ends.

For what feels like the thousandth time, Sirius wants to be in the same room as Remus, to have the privilege of finding out exactly what is going on in his head. He wants to press his thumb against the furrow in Remus’ brow and watch his face relax. Christ, he just wants to touch him, really. His forehead, his hand, his shoulders, his waist, anywhere . With a groan, he drops his head into his hands. He’s actually pathetic. James is the only one who’s allowed to hear about this, and Sirius is pretty sure he needs a stern talking to from him right about now.

There’s a knock at his front door, which Sirius assumes is James. It’s like the man can read his mind. The knocking is a little… frantic, but James is bouncy, it’s not exactly out of the ordinary.

He walks slowly over to the door, reaching out and pulling it open.

The moment he catches a glimpse of the familiar amber eyes, every muscle in Sirius’ body freezes.

Remus.

He hasn’t seen him in three months. Not since he left Sirius’ house, got on a plane, and didn’t come back. Sirius has spent a countless number of minutes trying to recall every single detail about Remus, looking at photos of the two of them, wishing that he had spent more time etching every line, every freckle, into his brain. He thought he had, really, but he was right in his interview. Remus is indescribable.

For a moment, they just look at each other, Remus’ mouth slightly ajar as though he hadn’t expected Sirius to open the door. He almost seems like he doesn’t know how he got there.

Well, until Sirius speaks.

“M- Remus? What- what are you…?” He trails off, watching the way Remus’ features set to something much more sure.

“Sirius, I love you,” he says suddenly. They’re words Sirius never expected to hear coming from Remus again. “I’m still in love with you, and I’m tired of pretending that I haven’t regretted every single step that I’ve taken since I left here. I- God, Sirius, I think we made a mistake. I- I know what we said, what we agreed on. It was too difficult with our schedules, we were both being too distant, fighting over little things,” he lists everything like it’s pointless, as Sirius tries to get his brain to fucking wake up and work. “And I get it, Sirius. I really do get it, I understand, but I’d take thousands of fights over- over dishes, or hogging blankets, instead of having to do these months all over again. This is going to sound really sad, and really bloody pathetic, but I’ve watched the videos of you writing songs in my flat more time than I can fucking count since we broke up! You told the moon about me? I know that line. I’d know it anywhere. It’s the one right before I turned the camera off and kissed you. It just made me- I don’t know, I didn’t think hearing it like that would hurt so much.” He seems to be hit with a completely different emotion, some sense of regret, and it’s probably Sirius’ fault, since he doesn’t seem to be able to get his voice to work. He can sing night after night, go on countless talk shows, but apparently this is what it takes to render Sirius speechless. “I know I’m probably overstepping a boundary, and this is really fucking stupid of me, but I- I want to try again.”

Yeah, the words really aren’t going to come out. He’s going to have to find some other way to tell Remus exactly how he feels.

“If I didn’t say something I just know that I’d regret it for the rest of my life. So tell me to leave and I will. I’ll turn around and- and I’ll move country. You’ll never have to see me again-”

He can’t say anything else, because Sirius is kissing him.

He isn’t even sure when he made the decision to do it. It’s almost like a reflex, the first thing to come naturally to him.

There’s not a second of regret that comes with it, though.

Before he can even figure out where he got the idea to do that, Remus’ arms are around Sirius’ waist, pulling him closer and holding him secure, warm, safe . His lips are soft, so familiar that Sirius wants to cry.

Actually, he is crying.

Tears start rolling down his face as he pulls away to look at Remus. Thankfully, Remus is crying himself, and somehow also grinning like an idiot, which Sirius can genuinely say is the most beautiful sight he has ever had the privilege to behold.

“Oh, my god, I love you, Remus. Moony, I love you so much,” he says quickly, hands reaching to cup Remus’ face.

“So- you- do you want-?”

“To start again? Pick up from where we left off? Anything, darling. Anything. I’ll take whatever you can give me, if it means I don’t have to try to move on. You’re not someone I can get over. I’ve tried, and I’m convinced that it’s fucking impossible,” Sirius says, making Remus laugh breathlessly and drag him back into a kiss. Not that Sirius is complaining. He would let Remus drag him anywhere. Remus is his everything. His world.

Oh, my darling, how could I ever have let you go?

#it's been a WHILE since i've written a oneshot #and I'm also not sure what this is #but I lowkey love it #they're so silly #wolfstar #sirius black #wolfstar oneshot #marauders #remus lupin #remus x sirius #young marauders #moony x padfoot #atyd marauders #marauders oneshot

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karikarasuno · 2 months ago

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sonder ch. xi

Pairing: Erwin Smith x Fem!Reader x Levi Ackerman

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 10.5k

Warnings/Tags: 50% Giggly Romance, 50% Raunchy Smut

song(s) for the chapter: when the rain starts by infinity song & silver lining by laufey

a/n: alright i had a bit too much fun writing the smut for this and it kinda got away from me. i'm only partially sorry for what i've done. pls find it in your hearts to forgive me<3

chapter x | chapter xi | epilogue

“Oh God,” you groaned, “I’m gonna throw up.”

Moblit laughed. Heartily. With no regard for your feelings. He laughed. It was honestly kind of rude how unhelpful he was being.

“Do you think anything through ever?” He asked, and you were surprised there weren’t tears streaming down his face. With how hard he was laughing at you.

“You’re being mean,” you whined, head falling to rest against his desk. You were so confident when you left their home yesterday. Practically skipping your way back to your own home. You replayed the kiss a billion times. Giddy. Giggling. Aroused. You slept. But barely. Because all you dreamt of was hands and lips and searing touches.

It was so nice and so unlike any feeling you have had in such a long time. You were riding a high that plummeted the second you walked into work and told Moblit how the rest of your weekend went after you bolted from the event.

And you didn’t realize that such a simple question, “What’re you gonna do?” would send you into an absolute spiral when you realized you had no idea.

“I’m sorry, but you’ve practically been dating for months now so if it makes you feel better you don’t have to try as hard to impress them,” Moblit responded once his fit of laughter subsided, but in fact his attempt to console you did not make you feel better.

“No because if I take them on a lame date then they’re going to think I’m lame,” you complained, overexaggerated but feeling it nonetheless.

“Not how that works, I fear,” he said with an accompanied eye roll. You knew he was right. Still, you couldn’t shake the unpleasant feeling of adolescent nerves from fluttering around your tummy. Levi and Erwin would love or enjoy anything you suggested, but you wanted to impress them. You wanted them to feel almost smitten with you. Selfishly, you wanted them to fall even harder for you. Maybe then you’d finally erase that tiny niggling sense of doubt that still hid somewhere within you.

“What did you and Hange do for your first date?” You asked, hoping to at least draw inspiration from him.

“Well,” he paused, shook his head and then chuckled. “Hange took me to the batting cages, but instead of hitting baseballs, they managed to have it shoot out various vegetables. Suffice to say, we were banned from there for life after that.”

“Of course they did something reckless and creative,” you grumbled, slouching into the chair as your brain searched and searched for something interesting to do.

“We were young and stupid,” Moblit reasoned.

“Oh so I’m old,” you argued.

“And smart,” he offered. You rolled your eyes.

“I didn’t think coming up with something romantic would be this difficult,” you sighed.

“Well at least you have the rest of the week to come up with something,” Moblit said, shrugging and continuing to be utterly unhelpful.

“Whatever. Let’s just get some lunch,” you stood up, anxiety growing a little in your chest. “Maybe if I'm full I’ll be able to focus better on planning something.”

“Maybe you should focus more on the fact that you’ll probably be getting laid this weekend.” You paled at his words. Somehow not thinking far ahead enough to realize that your date could very much end with the three of you in bed.

“Oh,” you said, the singular syllable heavy with apprehension.

“How exciting,” Moblit grinned impishly. Dread, excitement, and mostly, stunningly, intrigue began to flood your system.

That Friday Hange took you and Moblit out to lunch. Their treat. You knew, though, that they just wanted to pry. Surely, Moblit rehashed all the details to them about your upcoming date and they wanted more. They always wanted more information. But it was fine because for once you actually had something to offer.

“So,” they looked up at you over their glasses, eyes glinting with all the wickedness they could muster. You were just seated at this little sushi restaurant a few blocks from your office, somewhere you had never been, funnily enough.

“So?” you asked, trying your hardest to remain aloof, even though your insides were twisting with nerves and your skin was vibrating with anticipation.

“A little birdie told me you have a date tomorrow,” Hange leaned so hard against the table that it shifted closer to you, rattling the water glasses. Your hands shot out to grab yours to keep it from spilling as your eyes slid over to Moblit accusatory.

“Actually,” he started while grabbing his own water– a few drops having already spilt over the lip. “I wasn’t the little birdie this time.”

Moblit was suppressing a grin, a possibly shit-eating one. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion because aside from Moblit you hadn’t told anyone else about your date tomorrow.

“A certain someone stopped by the bar a few days ago to do some bookkeeping and spilled the beans,” Hange said, practically jumping on their side of the booth.

Your face screwed up even more, “Levi?”

This sent a tidal wave of shock through your system. Levi wasn’t the type to ‘spill the beans.’ He was the type to make sure all the beans were in the can, sealed, and placed on their designated shelf in the pantry.

“What did he say?” You were sure your eyes resembled saucers as you leaned into Hange, both of your bodies taking up too much space over the table. Moblit chuckled. You heard it but didn’t care.

“Just that you’re going out this weekend. On a date,” Hange shrugged, but you knew there was more to that. They were being too vague. Attempting to be too nonchalant. That was not their usual MO.

You squinted your eyes skeptically. Something was up.

“Hange,” you said, dropping your voice like you were trying to coax a secret from them. “At least tell me he’s not regretting it.”

They laughed. You couldn’t escape it. The laughter. First Moblit and now Hange. Maybe you were losing your mind.

“Regret it?!” The volume of their voice traveled out of your booth and across the small restaurant. It was still mostly vacant since you arrived before the typical lunch rush so when you looked over at the hostess who was eyeing your table weirdly you felt hot embarrassment settling around your neck.

“Babe,” Moblit chastised, planting a hand on their shoulder to settle them down.

“Sorry,” Hange apologized, bangs swinging furiously over their glasses as they shook their head with amusement. “It’s just you’re so silly.”

Your jaw dropped to argue but nothing came out.

“I mean, no he doesn’t regret it. Honestly, he’s kinda freaking out,” Hange explained.

“About?” You were getting antsy in your seat, not knowing what to expect.

“Well,” Hanged paused, looking over at Moblit who tucked his lips into his mouth like he was trying to hide a smile. They must love torturing you. Fucking sadists.

“It’s just that it’s been a really long time since Levi’s been with a woman.” They shrugged again, sipping their water.

“And?” Your brows furrowed, head tilting to the side like a dog. You weren’t sure why that mattered.

“You know,” they waved their hands around. You glanced at Moblit who was pointedly looking away from you, his gaze staring rather intently at the menu in front of him. “The hardware is different.”

They motioned ambiguously under the table. Your eyes tracked the motion and when realization struck your hand rose to cover your mouth and your eyes widened.

“Oh!” There was no way you could have stopped the giggles from shaking your shoulders and spilling from your lips. Your cheeks were warm now. And you dropped your face into your hands to regain composure. But it was hard. You heard Hange’s laugh from across the table. Soon followed by a chuckle from Moblit.

The waiter came then– in the midst of your fit. So you had to quickly reel it in and order the first sushi roll you saw on the lunch menu. Your appetite for food suddenly gone. When the waiter was through getting your orders and collecting the menus, you had to take a deep breath before breaching the conversation again.

It made sense for him to be nervous, but the thought never even crossed your mind. Which made you feel bad.

“He’s just a little worried about pleasing you is all,” Hange tried to salvage whatever they could. “It’s cute!”

You were just shocked. More so by the fact that Levi seemed to open up to Hange about this, but also mortified at what they could have possibly said.

“Do I even wanna know what you told him?” You couldn’t really fight the blush that was erupting on your face, but you tried your best to ignore it. Of course you thought about sleeping with them. On numerous occasions. The thought, especially recently, had left you feeling somewhat fidgety and nervous, but never would you have assumed you wouldn’t be… satisfied.

“Just that he didn’t have anything to worry about. Levi is always paying attention, so as long as he’s paying attention to you, and your,” they stopped talking for a moment, looking for the right word, “responses,” they snapped their fingers, “then he would be fine.”

Even though you were still slightly embarrassed, Hange’s advice wasn’t bad. Thank god.

“I also offered to show him a few videos, but then he threw a pen at me so,” they shrugged as if this was a normal thing to do. “It’s always important to do a little research, I don’t know what his deal was.”

“I’m sure it had nothing to do with you and the fact that you offered to watch porn with him,” Moblit said, shaking his head, but still looking at Hange like they hung the moon. Something was surely wrong with him, but you couldn’t argue your case on sanity either since you were about to enter an already established relationship.

“I don’t see a problem with watching porn for educational purposes with your best friend.” The waiter arrived at that exact moment. His steps halted suddenly and you had to avert your eyes to keep from laughing at the look on his face. Poor guy. You had to make sure to leave a good tip when you were done.

It was unseasonably warm out today, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing since you planned a picnic. You woke up at six this morning, doe-eyed and bushy-tailed, or whatever the saying was. There was too much energy coursing through you to actually rest.

Last night you had texted the guys to be ready by four since that was the time you would be arriving on their doorstep. The park you were taking them to was only a twenty minute train ride away and the local university jazz orchestra was playing.

It sounded romantic. Fun. You even dipped strawberries in chocolate and cut sandwiches into triangles. You also stopped by a florist on your way home this morning from the grocery store. Maybe it was weird buying grown men a bouquet of flowers, but if you were being honest you didn’t really care. It was pretty and colorful and it felt special.

The smile on your face hadn’t slipped off since you woke up. It was the oddest feeling. Being unabashedly happy. It was foreign and scary because surely there was a shoe above your head prepared to drop. But every time you looked up there was nothing. Your smile grew.

Even getting dressed was fun. Your dress was a pretty pale green, silk, and it stopped mid thigh. You paired it with a cream cropped cardigan and some white mary janes. You felt so flirty and confident. It was such an odd feeling. Your cheeks were going to feel sore soon enough.

You tried not to get ready super quickly because you despised the feeling of waiting around. Especially when they were just next door. They wouldn’t mind if you showed up early and you knew that, but you wanted this to go exactly as you planned. And this very much would be like every other hangout. Except it wasn’t. It was more. It was a date.

You giggled to yourself like an idiot.

It was 4:01pm. You had the picnic basket gripped in one hand and the flowers in the other hidden behind your back as you stood on their doorstep. You had to keep yourself from jumping on the balls of your feet like an overexcited child.

Levi opened the door about two seconds after you knocked. He looked handsome in his baggy jeans and white tshirt. He was in the middle of throwing on an open brown button up when you arrived.

“You’re late,” he said, slipping his arm through the sleeve and adjusting it.

“You’re still getting ready,” you countered, and he rolled his eyes. You didn’t miss the slight smile he had on his face though.

“You look pretty,” he said, eyes wandering down your frame as you tried to keep from blushing. It was a lot being under Levi’s gaze. He always said so much without saying anything at all.

“These are for you.” You pulled the bouquet out from behind your back, suddenly so incredibly nervous. Because what if he hated them? It was a simple floral arrangement, the colors mostly white and blue.

“You bought us flowers,” he said as a statement. His tone was neutral. You felt your hands start to sweat.

“It’s okay if you hate them,” you blurted as his fingers brushed yours where they were wrapped around the stems.

“Why would I hate them?” He asked, one corner of his lips lifting as he took them from you.

“I don’t know, but I’m just saying it’s okay,” you knew you should shut up. You knew if he didn’t like them he would say it, but you couldn’t help the rambling. The first date jitters were effectively flooding your system.

“I don’t,” he said, smelling the hydrangeas in the center. Levi’s hand caught your wrist as he tugged you gently towards him. He leaned in, lips pressing the gentlest kiss against your cheek. “I like them, actually. This is my mom’s favorite flower.”

Something warm and fuzzy blossomed in your chest. The stars must have aligned. The planets must have found their proper positions in the sky.

“Flowers?” Erwin asked when he finally approached the door. He took them from Levi’s hand, smelling them before nodding and walking off to the kitchen.

“Wait,” Levi said following him, “you have to make sure to cut the stems bef–”

“I know, love,” Erwin interrupted.

“And the packet you have to add to the wa–”

“I know,” he emphasized, turning to look over at Levi who was trying his hardest to keep from taking the bouquet and doing it himself. Erwin smiled at you once Levi just huffed and turned away. Your own lips lifted in a secret smile at the interaction.

“We should leave soon,” you said, still shuffling in the open doorway. “We don’t wanna be late.”

Erwin slipped the properly prepped flowers into a vase and slid it to the center of the island. They complimented the space well. A small swell of pride illuminated through you. He made his way to you in confident strides. He looked good, but it was rare that he didn’t. He wore a pair of beige slacks, sneakers, and a white linen short-sleeve button-up. It was simple, but it fit his frame perfectly.

“And what exactly do we not want to be late for?” He asked, hands finding your waist and sliding down the smooth fabric of your dress. The casual intimacy caught you off guard. Touch always seemed to come so naturally to Erwin.

“I like this,” he said before you could answer his previous question. His hands were still rubbing up your sides affectionately as his eyes wandered over your body. You tried hard to ignore the burning of shyness that was starting to heat your skin.

“Thank you,” you finally managed to say. “Also we’re going to the park near downtown.”

You held up the basket, swinging it from side to side to showcase it. “See and I packed food.”

“Oooh, we’re gonna watch the jazz students play?” Erwin asked, delighted.

“I forget you work for the university,” you nodded, realizing too late you probably shouldn’t have said anything if you wanted the date to stay a surprise.

“They’re really good. You’ll love it,” he added, hands now squeezing at your waist in a very distracting way. He was standing so close to you. His cologne was wrapping around you like a cozy blanket and you very nearly considered just staying in. But no, you went through all that trouble preparing this damn date, so you were going on it regardless of how badly you wanted to push them into the bedroom and not leave for the rest of the weekend.

“We should get going then,” you stepped away from Erwin’s wandering hands, needing to breathe in air that wasn’t being perfumed by him. You were ushered out the door soon after by Erwin, whose hands found their way back to your waist as soon as you turned away from him.

You were kind of unsure how to navigate this date. Perception was a funny thing. You shouldn’t care about it and you knew that Levi and Erwin sure as hell did not care. But you didn’t want to overstep, to cross a boundary that made anyone uncomfortable. It was an awkward feeling that you warred over as you made your way to the train station.

To be honest, the feeling also felt silly. Especially when Erwin plucked the picnic basket from your hands before you stepped onto the train while Levi’s hand found the small of your back to guide you. They made everything feel so natural. Like this was any other day that the three of you were going out. Except it wasn’t. It was so much more.

“What did you pack for us?” Erwin lifted the lid to the basket, but you moved quickly, slamming it closed with your palm flattened against the wicker.

“That’s a surprise,” you responded, smiling up at him cheekily. His hand rose in surrender and he winked in response. “You’ll find out soon enough anyway.”

“Yes, Erwin,” Levi nodded, “don’t be so impatient.”

Erwin laughed heartily. Out of the two of them he wasn’t the one known for his impatience. “I’ll try to contain myself.”

“Good,” Levi smoothed his hand over your hip. The act itself was tender, but there was a light squeeze that accompanied it. One that had a flurry of something anticipatory flutter through your belly. You had to fight the gasp that clung to your vocal chords. “I’m sure she worked hard on whatever is in that basket.”

“Not that hard,” you argued, laughing lightly. “It’s not like I woke up before daybreak to prepare.”

Both of their gazes slid over to you with suspicious amusement.

“Right… that sounds completely out of the question,” Erwin said, looking pointedly at Levi, who had to look away to hide his smile.

“It looks like our stop is coming up,” you said, turning around so that neither of them had to witness the blush that began dusting over your cheeks. It was hopeless though because Levi’s hand started to rub gentle circles where it rested on your hip. That motion alone had your neck flushing and a dangerous heat swirling low in your abdomen. This date was going to be torture and you have a distinct feeling that they conspired it to be that way.

“Let’s go,” Erwin chuckled before grabbing your hand and leading you out the sliding doors of the train. Once you found your footing on the concrete of the station, you looped your hand through Levi’s elbow. Perception be damned. Today you scored two of the hottest men you’ve ever seen and you’d be an idiot not to relish in their affection. Maybe even flaunt it a little.

“I never said that.” You wacked Erwin’s bicep with the back of your hand. His head fell back with a laugh and he nearly spilled what little wine was left in the small wine glass all over his top.

“It was implied,” his words sloshed together. He wasn’t drunk by any means. Not on alcohol, anyway. The three of you seemed to be drunk by the moment. The sun was sitting low in the sky and it cast the warmest golden glow on your section of the park. The students were incredibly talented. The crowd they drew was relatively big as well. Groups of people clustered randomly throughout the large expanse of grass. Blankets, lawn chairs, and laughter. It was difficult not to feel light-headed by the appeal of the evening.

“I’m just saying,” he continued, “you’ve only had one partner.”

Your jaw dropped at his reasoning, but you didn’t have time to respond. Not when Levi muffled a chuckle beside you.

“And you agree?” You glared at him in astonishment and with some betrayal as well.

“I mean,” he shrugged before downing the rest of his wine in a single gulp.

“I cannot believe this,” you threw your hand up and dropped it dramatically back onto your thigh. “I don’t even know how we got here.”

Levi’s hand landed on top of the hand that was resting on your thigh and he squeezed. His fingers were cool against your exposed skin and despite the heat outside and the warmth from the wine curling in your stomach, goosebumps popped up across your thigh. You were so wound up that whatever physical affection either of them showed you had your mind wandering to places it shouldn’t be. At least not right now. In the middle of a date. In the middle of a park.

Maybe his allegations were true. You were reacting like a schoolgirl who had never felt the touch of a man before. It’s just been a while since you had felt so desired in this way. Either way, you wouldn’t allow for it.

“Just so you know, I am not a prude,” you huffed, flipping open the basket lid to retrieve the strawberries.

“Now I didn’t say that,” Erwin emphasized, chuckling once again.

“It was implied,” you repeated his own words back at him, but when he tried to respond he only got as far as parting his lips before you shoved a chocolate covered strawberry into his mouth. It shocked him which was your primary goal, but you didn’t necessarily think it through. Because when his lips wrapped around the fruit and grazed your fingertips your heart skipped a beat. And when he looked up at you, eyes blue and bright and sparkling with haughty expectancy your heart skipped two beats. But when his tongue licked the melted chocolate off of your thumb, eyes glued to yours, your heart stopped altogether.

Eating chalk would probably be easier than the amount of effort it currently took to refrain from throwing yourself at him. He released your fingers, his jaw working slowly to chew the strawberry you just fed him. Meanwhile, Levi still had his hand on your thigh. It was currently burning a hole into your skin.

Suddenly, the saxophonist decided that this was the time to have a solo. It was a sensual number, the instrument caressed each note in a way that felt entirely suggestive. It wasn’t just setting a mood. The mood had already been set. This was taking a lit match and setting the mood on fire.

“How was it?” You cleared your throat, finally dropping your hand and placing it on the blanket you were sitting on. You needed the extra support to feel stable. “Was it good?”

“Delicious,” he answered. But the word was thick with double entendre. His voice had dipped low into a tenor you very rarely heard him speak with. It was hoarse and it felt like nails scratched down your spine. Now the goosebumps had traveled up your thigh, across your abdomen and down your arms. The evening could be mistaken for autumn with the way you shiver at nothing but a glance from one man and a carefully placed hand from another.

“Can I have a taste?” Levi asked, and you had to try exceptionally hard to keep your eye from twitching. They really were making this difficult for you. They made themselves damn near irresistible. As if you weren’t already ready and willing to do anything they asked.

You plucked another strawberry from the basket and held it out to Levi. His eyes swept over your face and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep the gasp from escaping your lips when instead of taking the strawberry with his hand like you expected, he leant in really close. He paused before his lips met the tip of the fruit, and your fingers tightened around the cluster of leaves. He wasn’t looking at you. Not at first. Not until his lips took the strawberry into his mouth and his gaze penetrated through his lashes that dusted the very end of his bangs.

“More wine?” You offered, but before either of them could answer you, you poured the remaining liquid into your own glass. You drank half in one go to quell the nerves and raucous desire that was suddenly and violently running through you. “It’s really good.”

Erwin’s head dropped to his chest with a quiet laugh and Levi turned his head to face the orchestra. You could tell by the way his cheek sunk between his molars that he was trying to suppress a laugh of his own. You were glad to have cut through the tension. It was becoming too overwhelming. And honestly you needed to get home with your panties still on and not strewn somewhere in this very park.

Hell, maybe you were a prude. But self control was a virtue and around these two exercising it was a torturous endeavor.

Luckily for you, you were able to convince them to take the train back home instead of ordering an uber. You were already suffocating on them as it was. The idea of being crowded into a backseat with them on either side of you sent your heart, mind, and pussy into overdrive. It would be a torture tactic not even the FBI would employ. At least, not one that you deserved.

So a twenty minute train ride, still coasting by on the lovely traces of alcohol that was in your system, was your only real option.

“The train at this time is going to be full of drunk idiots,” Levi complained.

“Great, so we won’t stand out,” you shrugged, looping your hand through his elbow and pulling him into your side.

“I’m not drunk,” he said, glaring at you. But when he looked over his face was far closer than you estimated. “Not even close.”

“Right, you might stand out then,” you whispered to him. Surprisingly, he smiled. You saw it all the way in his eyes. They crinkled in the corners, maybe there was even a twinkle in them. You had to clear your throat and glance away, but your eyes wandered over to Erwin. Who was already staring at the two of you with the most complicated expression. It was profound, intense. But it was also soft and tender. Almost sweet.

Your heart was having a hard time beating regularly. At this point, you weren’t sure if the heart in your chest was even yours. Maybe it was replaced by a wayward hummingbird. Either way, you needed to make it home without causing a scandal.

“Anyway,” you took a strategic step away from Levi and two carefully measured steps ahead of them. “We don’t want to miss the next train.”

There was a giggle that burst forth from your chest. It was giddy, breathless. Relentless. It was short and secretive because just as the noise escaped you a car honked in the distance. It was the last delightful noise you made that was only for you that night.

You arrived at the station just as the doors to the train were going to close. The three of you ran through them, Erwin nearly lifting you through the doors when your heel caught on a random crack. The moon was full as you walked back home beneath its light. There was a beautiful silence that accompanied your stroll. This time your hand was in Levi’s and the other curled around Erwin’s forearm. And while the silence was a knowing comfort, there was a thick air of anticipatory unfamiliarity.

It was the deep and innate sense that while everything was the same it was also entirely different. Even your houses, that stood perfectly side by side as they always had, felt new. Your rusted gates were that much more endearing. It was the first time in an incredibly long time that you felt at home. That you couldn’t imagine a life, a world, even a moment without them. Without this.

“Well,” you stood beside your gate, hand toying with the metal latch. “I guess this is good night.”

Erwin’s laugh was gruff and unexpected. You looked up at him through your lashes as you attempted to remain coy. The look on his face, though, was anything but. It was open, sincere, and full of such an obvious craving for you. You would be an absolute idiot if you went into your own home tonight. Alone, at least.

Levi reached for you. His fingers slipped beneath the buttons of your cardigan, and gently but without the hesitancy that usually accompanied a first time, he tugged you towards him. Your heels made two decisive clicks against the concrete as your body made contact with his.

“Did you want to come in?” He asked, but his eyes were on your lips as he did.

“It’s late,” you said as your fingers twitched at your sides. You wanted to touch him so very badly. “You’re not tired?”

“Not in the slightest.” The familiar creak of their gate met your ears. The keys Erwin had in his pocket jingled as he searched for the house key. And it was all so loud in the quiet of the night. Even your pulse thumped deafeningly in your neck. “But if you are? Our bed fits three.”

“And how do you know that?”

“I don’t,” he took a step away from you, but his fingers remained hooked in your sweater. “But we can test it out.”

You released a breathless laugh. But you followed Levi’s urging hands. You followed them up their front steps through their front door. Followed them as Levi’s hands found your waist as soon as the door shut behind you. Leaned in as Levi’s lips met yours. He kissed you like it was all he had been thinking about. Like if he had to wait another day, another minute, another second, then he would cease to live. It was a kiss that melted your knees and if it weren’t for the way you looped your arms around his neck you were sure you would’ve collapsed.

Levi stopped kissing you much too soon. There was a complaint lodged preciously against your tongue, but your mouth wasn’t unoccupied for long. Erwin, who stood beside you so patiently, now took up the space previously owned by Levi. He pulled you into him with a lot less grace than Levi had given you. His hand found its way behind your neck and he used that leverage to tilt your head towards him. The pressure was almost enough to make your eyes cross from pleasure. Your lips parted around a gasp and his tongue slipped into your mouth before you could complete the salacious inhale.

Erwin was good at this. He was good at disorienting you. Because for some odd reason or another you didn’t recall your feet moving. But they had. Your back was pressed against their bedroom door. And with an athletic agility you were unaware Erwin even possessed, he turned the knob that was seated beside your waist, wrapped his arm around your back to keep you upright, and somehow pushed the door open while dragging Levi through it by the collar of his shirt. All the while his lips never left yours.

The buttons on your cardigan were popped open from behind and when Levi was done undoing them, he pushed the soft fabric over your shoulders, leaving a trail of kisses on every new inch of exposed skin. Erwin finally broke the kiss. Probably because you were losing the ability to kiss him back.

“I really do like this dress,” he complimented, running his hands down your sides until his hands met with Levi’s at your hips. You were now perfectly sandwiched between them. A reality that not even your wildest dreams had been able to conjure. Not without the guilt that used to come along with it. But now you had no reason to feel guilty. Not when they both were so blatantly lustful over you.

“Th-thank you,” you stuttered, your voice hiccuping when Levi’s lips began to kiss your jaw.

Hands were everywhere. Breath was no longer in your lungs. Your mind was dizzy with want. Want. Want. They manhandled you onto the edge of their bed. Their bodies pressed against either side of you.

Oh, you needed them. Like this. Exactly like this. With Levi’s lips on yours and Erwin’s lips on your neck. Someone’s hand was creeping towards your inner thigh. The hem of your silk dress dragged cool waves across your skin and you bit down a moan.

Only for it to be punched out of your chest when those very same fingers pressed curiously against the wet patch you knew was gathering on your panties.

“Shit, baby,” Erwin’s voice smeared hot and wet against your collarbone. It was his fingers. And honestly you should’ve known it was him. His fingers were long and thick and sturdy where they rubbed your slit in one torturous stripe.

You couldn’t stop the way your hips jumped or the way your moan spilled shocked and needy from your lips into Levi’s mouth. You were on edge, body tense, and craving but somehow the pleasure that was rocketing through you— caused by Erwin’s insistent fingers on your clit— frightened you.

It was nearly too much. But Levi pulled away, his lips were damp and red from the way you sucked at them mere moments ago. Your eyes opened, vision blurred with desperate tears, but it didn’t matter how blurry your sight was. Because you could see Levi’s beauty straight through it. His blush— you’ve always loved his blush— painted his cheeks crimson. His lashes were long where they blinked against the thin skin beneath his eyes.

Unfortunately though, you couldn’t admire him for long. Not when Erwin’s tongue licked heatedly against your pulse. And especially not when his fingers, strong and sure, moved your underwear aside as if the fabric bothered him. As if it was in the way of something he wanted.

And right now, it felt like he wanted you. Maybe, probably, hopefully just as much as you wanted him.

You could tell how wet you were before his fingers met your naked center. But it didn’t stop your gasp of surprise when his fingers quite literally slipped between your folds. You didn’t think you'd ever gotten so wet so quickly before. You were almost overstimulated by it all.

It was a thick wetness that coated Erwin’s fingers, and it aided him in pressing two fingers to your entrance. He slid in easily. No resistance. And when the feeling became too great your head fell back between your shoulders, a high pitched whine wheezing up your tight vocal chords as his fingers explored and massaged.

The muscles in your thighs twitched when Erwin groaned into your neck. It was all so hot. Intense. You were burning up from the inside out. The flames of desire only grew when his fingers found tissue, soft and sensitive and aching, inside your pussy.

Air was a luxury you could no longer afford and your legs began to snap shut when another hand, smaller but somehow still painfully strong, forced them open again.

When you looked over at Levi he wasn’t staring at your face like you were expecting him to. Instead his eyes were laser focused on Erwin’s hand between your thighs. The sounds of your slick being pushed and pulled from you suddenly hit your ears. Sloppy was the only way you could describe it.

Erwin’s lips were also no longer on your neck. The three of you now seemed to just stare down at the silky material of your dress, now discolored from where certain areas came into contact with the mess Erwin was making of you.

You rolled your hips against Erwin’s fingers, grinding down harder than you meant to. But you couldn’t help it. He was searching for your release and you were so willing to give it to him. So ready to fall apart around him. It was becoming unbearable.

But that was the least of your worries because quicker than your mind could process Levi was kneeling between your open knees. His hands slid up your thighs, massaging and kneading the plushness of them before his nails scraped lightly against lace.

You were glad you chose one of the only lingerie sets you owned, but you realized now, rather belatedly, that it didn’t matter. Not when Levi slipped your underwear down your thighs, pausing at your calves, before taking them off of you entirely. He didn’t take a second look at them before throwing the sad excuse of wet fabric over his shoulder and using both hands to widen your legs for him.

The sight was enough to make Levi groan. It was deep, hoarse, and scratched so harshly down your spine that you shivered.

“Pretty isn’t it?” Erwin asked, fingers slowing to languidly scissor you open. You bit your bottom lip to keep from moaning. Levi looked up at you, his eyes glossed over with desire. You clenched around Erwin’s fingers. “And tight,” Erwin breathed, but barely when his exhale got caught in his chest.

Everything seemed to slow down. Erwin’s fingers slipped out from inside you with a squishy sound. You were drenched yet you didn’t have time to feel an ounce of shame over it because Erwin’s fingers were moving towards Levi’s lips.

There were thick strings of you connecting Erwin’s fore and middle finger. God, it would’ve been almost embarrassing if Levi’s lips weren’t parting so readily. You might have even told Erwin to stop if not for the way Levi’s eyes closed and his lips wrapped so eagerly around Erwin.

You swore you felt Levi’s low moan before the sound met your ears.

“Does she taste good, Levi?” Erwin’s voice was nothing but a deep rumble as he pumped his fingers in and out of Levi’s pliant mouth twice.

Your breath fell from your lips in heavy puffs as you watched. Somehow, you watching still felt intrusive. Like a scene you weren’t meant to see or at the very least it should have faded to black by now.

Instead, Levi didn’t answer. He sucked Erwin’s fingers clean, and then moved to push your dress up and over your hips. His intent was clear, but nerves rattled through you as Levi’s face drew nearer. His hot breath huffed over sensitive skin. Erwin grabbed hold of your thigh and hooked it over his own so Levi had more access. To you.

There was a beat of hesitation. You remembered that conversation you had over lunch with Hange. The realization striking you in the gut. “Levi, you don-”

Your words immediately died in your throat when Levi buried his face in your cunt. You gasped as the heat of his mouth enveloped you. Your hands fisted their bedding and if it weren’t for Erwin’s broad frame holding you up, your body would have given out.

Levi wasn’t particularly coordinated or strategic with his approach to eating you out. But that didn’t matter much when he was so messy. So sloppy. Levi was making out with your pussy and he was making it hard for you to concentrate.

“Oh,” you whined, back pressing more of your weight into Erwin, your chest rising and falling rapidly. He kissed your temple. It was comforting. The gesture was almost sweet until he said “I really didn’t think watching you grind against my boyfriend’s face would make me this hard.”

A laugh, startled and breathless, punched from your lungs. You glanced down at Erwin’s beige pants, his erection so obvious you weren’t sure how you missed it before. It looked almost painful as it strained beneath thin material.

“Or maybe I should say,” he pinched your jaw with his hand to force you to look up at him. The angle wasn’t uncomfortable but staring into Erwin’s eyes as Levi flattened his tongue against you made your shoulders tense and your stomach flip. “Our boyfriend?”

The fact that it was poised as a question wasn’t lost on you. But the implication rolled over you like honey. Sweet and unbearably sticky. It made so much sense. His boyfriend. Your boyfriend. Their girlfriend.

“Mhm,” you hummed, head nodding against Erwin’s shoulder, “yes.”

The singular syllable was riddled with carnal need. A need to be theirs. To be desired. To be at home. With them. God, you wanted it so badly it made your chest ache.

“Yeah?” Erwin’s eyes were so dark it was frightening, his pupils were dilated and his lips were plump and his hair was a mess.

“Please,” you whined just as Levi’s fingers filled you again. You couldn’t stop the drawn out moan he pulled from you. Levi’s fingers searched your walls until you seized up around him. His lips sucked at your clit greedily and your vision blurred. Watery and duplicated.

“Oh my god,” you hid your face in Erwin’s shoulder, unable to jerk your hips away from Levi with Erwin’s bruising grip on your thigh. “Fuck, I’m gonna-”

Your hand shot out to grip Levi’s hair in a fist, the silky tresses gliding between your parted fingers as he quickened his pace. It was entirely too much. You weren’t even sure if you were still breathing.

But none of that mattered. Not when you shattered so harshly and unexpectedly around Levi’s careful fingers. Your vision went dark and your body became rigid and sounds were nothing but a distant memory lodging itself in the back of your mind.

“Holy shit,” Levi muttered against your inner thigh, smearing your slick against the already moistened skin.

“That was…” Erwin’s voice trailed off. You were completely slumped in his arms, body jolting when Levi removed his fingers. And even though you were sensitive and twitching from your orgasm, you still missed them. You still craved them inside of you.

Levi stood over you– lips, chin, and cheeks completely covered in you. The sight raised your body temperature to feverish levels. Levi’s eyes dragged over your body, leaving flames in his wake. And he leaned over you, bracing one hand on your thigh and the other on Erwin’s. You had absolutely no idea what he was about to do. Your brain was moving far too slowly as the endorphins continued to pump through your body.

He tilted his head. His breath was heavy as he breathed through his nose. And he was kissing Erwin before you could blink. His tongue was mingling with Erwin’s before you could even inhale.

The sound of Erwin’s groan shot straight to your core, reigniting a spark that had barely even gone out. Watching them kiss was far hotter than you ever could have imagined. The sight alone sent tingles straight to your toes. Levi pulled away sooner than you would’ve liked.

“You tell me,” Levi’s breaths were coming at him hard and fast, “does she taste good?”

In real time you watched Erwin’s expression morph into something almost animalistic. And for the first time it hit you what exactly it was you were about to do. What exactly you were currently doing.

Erwin gripped Levi’s jaw and kissed him again. This one harder than the last. You shifted in place, the straps of your dress naturally fell off your shoulders as you did. It was a sobering moment and the last moment you would have to really absorb the new set of circumstances you found yourself in.

You slid off the edge of the bed. Your motion caught their attention and their kiss broke so that they could look at you fully. Under their intense gazes, a sort of timid naivete flushed across your heated skin. You grasped the loose straps of your dress between shy fingers, tilting your chin to rest on your shoulder as you pushed the thin material down your arm. You repeated the motion on the other side until the top half of your dress fell to sit at your waist, your lacy bra on display for them.

Fortunately for them, you didn’t really feel like taking your time with your strip tease. You reached behind your back and undid the clasp with practiced fingers, slipping it off until one of the bra straps dangled from your fingertips before dropping it to the floor.

“Ok,” you whispered, your nipples pebbling in the cold air of their home. Self-consciousness started to set in the longer they looked at you. “You can stop staring now and touch me.”

That was more than enough to kick them into gear. Your back met the mattress with an ungraceful flop as you bounced lightly. Erwin was between your legs and his hands worked your dress the rest of the way off your body. After he tossed it somewhere off to the side, his fingers skirted across the outside of your breasts. He dragged his fingertips over the contours of them before he took his thumb and rubbed each nipple. You jumped at the contact.

“You okay?” Erwin asked, bending at the waist to hover over your naked body. The way his top rippled across your skin gave you goosebumps. It was tantalizing in a way you couldn’t even describe. Your thighs twitched where they bracketed Erwin’s.

“Yeah,” you exhaled, the word dusting across Erwin’s cheeks before he tipped forward the rest of the way. He pressed a kiss to your cheek, continuing to pepper them down your neck and over your collarbone. Soon enough, he was kissing the space between your breasts. You arched into him needily when you felt his tongue dart out between his lips to lick over you. Your eyes were about to shut when they landed on Levi. His shirt was gone and he was unzipping his jeans.

Your eyes wandered down his body selfishly. You drank in every inch of muscular skin. Levi’s eyes were stuck on the way Erwin navigated your body. Erwin wrapped his lips around your nipple, indulging in the way you writhed beneath him. A gasp caught in your throat at the sensation. Saliva pooled in your mouth as he flicked over it with his tongue.

Levi kicked off his jeans before disappearing into the bathroom of their bedroom. You didn’t have much time to be curious. Not when Erwin’s attention was moving to your other breast. Not when he groaned in response to your whine. He continued kissing down your body as your hands tried desperately to undo the buttons of his top. You were getting increasingly needy. You couldn’t help it.

“Here,” Levi returned. He tossed a condom at Erwin who stopped kissing you for long enough to glance over at Levi. His hair was a mess where you kept running your hands through it and his shirt hung open loosely from the few buttons you were able to open.

Erwin sat up. His chest was blushing and his breathing was heavy as he looked between Levi, the condom, and you. You hadn’t really discussed how this would go. Everything was so emotionally charged that no one thought to mention the dynamics of this. This was your first threesome for lack of a better word. And while alone in the safety of your bed, your mind had wandered to fantasies such as this, you weren’t sure what to do next. Who to do it to?

“You’re too dressed,” you said to Erwin. He had all of his clothes on still, meanwhile you were completely bare and Levi was only in his underwear. You rose to lean on your elbows and shifted your gaze to Levi, who stood beside the bed with tension in his shoulders and a scowl on his face. But you knew he wasn’t irritated. He was frustrated, evidenced by the bulge in his briefs and the wet spot that formed at his head. You needed to take those off of him.

So you rolled over to sit in front of him. Your legs swung off the bed and you pulled Levi towards you by the elastic band of his underwear.

“Can I…?” You asked as you hooked your fingers beneath the waistband and awaited his reply. He caressed your neck with his hand, using his thumb to tilt your face up to him by pressing it beneath your chin.

“All yours,” he whispered. His voice carried a truth that was hard for you to swallow. It was too large for you to comprehend, so you left that for later to process. Instead you pushed the restrictive fabric down his thighs. Your eyes stared longingly into his, unable to look anywhere else with the way he held steadfast to your face.

You dragged your knuckles up the sides of his thighs, drawing a line over his hips and up his waist. Your fingertips carved over the outlines of his abs as you brought them back down. You felt Levi shiver at your reverent touch. You watched as his eyes grew half-lidded and his lips parted around gentle puffs of air. He really was just so pretty.

The only reason you tore your gaze from his face was to see the way your fingers traced his dick. You wrapped sure fingers around his shaft, stroking him from base to tip as you watched a bead of precum leak from him. He groaned from deep within his chest. He folded over you, his lips smearing against your cheek before messily capturing yours.

Suddenly, his movements were riddled with urgency. He pushed you down until you were lying flat on your back again. He straddled one of your thighs as your bodies tangled when your head hit a pillow. Your hands knotted in his hair as his explored your curves. He prodded and massaged at your soft skin, moaning every time your tongue made contact with his.

You quickly realized how sensitive Levi was. He was like an exposed wire. Twitching and sparking every time your hands touched any part of him. You gained enough leverage to roll him onto his back, bracing your hands on his shoulders as you sat above him. His arms dropped to his sides as you knelt between his legs.

“Hey there,” you said. Your voice held admiration for him as you dragged your nails lightly down his chest. And even with the lightest of pressure his skin blossomed with red lines before fading into a dusty pink.

“Mm- hi,” he said, managing a chuckle to cover up his grunt. He gripped your wrist as you continued your descent down his torso. You bent over, making sure to mouth over every mark you made on his abdomen. Even taking the time to kiss his hips before finally turning your attention to where he looked most desperate for it. Just as your lips grazed the head of Levi’s cock, a set of hands grabbed your hips and lifted them back.

“Oop,” you yelped, your entire body shifting as your forehead landed on Levi’s thigh.

“Sorry to interrupt.” Erwin’s voice was dizzyingly rough. You knew from the tone that he had been watching. Staring as you and Levi tousled around their sheets. “But I was feeling a bit left out.”

He was teasing, you saw it in his eyes when you turned to look at him over your shoulder. He had undressed entirely per your instruction. And genuinely it was just insane how fit a college professor was. Was he doing crunches between lectures?

“So you decide to manhandle me?”

“Oh you don’t like it?” He swatted playfully at your ass. But it was hard enough to pitch you forward, and whatever taunting retort you had prepared was replaced with a whimper. One decorated in pleasure.

“Yeah,” he breathed, “I had a feeling.”

“Don’t toy with her, Erwin,” Levi complained, twisting the duvet in his fists as he looked down at the sight unfolding between his legs.

“Don’t be so impatient,” Erwin said as his fingers dipped between your legs. You were still wet from your orgasm, your slick smeared between your thighs at this point. He gathered some of it onto his fingers despite the way you squirmed. And you knew from the sound that when Erwin stopped petting you, he was coating himself with you. The imagery alone was filthy and the fact that it was happening inches away from your cunt had you clenching in anticipation around nothing.

“I gotta make sure she’s ready,” Erwin continued, his cock slipping between your folds as he rutted against you. Your eyes blinked closed from the feeling, your cheek smoothing against Levi’s thigh as you tried to keep your hips still. But it was an impossible task when Erwin began pressing into you. You knew he wasn’t small nor average. You just weren’t prepared for his girth. Erwin was thick as he pushed past your entrance and you nearly choked on your breath.

“Oh my,” you moaned, your eyes squeezing shut as you clutched onto Levi’s thigh for stability. Because honestly? You were losing it.

Levi scooted down to cradle your face in his hands. He collected as much of your hair as he could into one fist before his other hand came down to thumb at your bottom lip.

“I know,” he consoled, taking some of the drool that seeped from the corner of your lips and rubbing it across your bottom one. “Just breathe.”

You tried to do as he requested, but you chose to distract yourself instead by stroking Levi’s cock again. It wasn’t coordinated by any means. But the way his stomach tensed and the gasp that fell from his mouth were enough to take your mind off of how Erwin was splitting you open.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Erwin grunted when he finally bottomed out. His hips were flush against you and he gave you a second to get used to him. His thumbs drew reassuring circles along the small of your back.

You rolled your hips experimentally, your eyes rolling slightly from his cock dragging languidly against your walls. His grip tightened on your hips and you assumed he was trying to control himself. For your sake. But that wasn’t necessary. Not when he filled you so thoroughly your brain began to dissolve into pleasant mush.

“Move,” you murmured into Levi’s skin, “please, Erwin, just…fuck me.”

“God,” he growled, his hips pulling away from you suddenly. “Do you know how sexy you are?”

His hips snapped back harshly and you jostled across Levi. Your nose tapped the hand that was still wrapped around Levi’s dick, involuntarily squeezing him when Erwin fucked you again. Harder.

“Ah,” you gasped, your inhale breaking before it got the opportunity to meet your lungs. Levi’s hands were still holding your face and when you peeked up at him the blush that erupted across his cheeks was enough to send flames licking down your own spine. He stared, mesmerized, at you and Erwin. Propped up on one elbow as his eyes jumped between the pair of you.

It was hard reassembling your thoughts into something coherent when Erwin was taking it upon himself to fuck you stupid. His previous restraint was completely gone. His thrusts were confident and measured. And when he found exactly what he was looking for after angling his hips just right, he abused it.

“That feel good?” There was the tiniest note of condescension in Erwin’s voice. Mostly because he knew the answer. He knew it felt good. He knew it from the way you pulsed around him and with how every one of his thrusts was met with a pathetic noise from your lips.

“Tell him,” Levi said, his hand gripping tighter in your hair to raise you slightly from the way you were plastered against him. “He likes to hear it. The bastard’s got an ego.”

Levi smirked as the words left him. The look he gave Erwin was dark and knowing and seductive. It was hot enough to make your stomach swirl with the tingles of an impending orgasm. But you didn’t want to come so soon again.

“It feels good,” you muttered, leaning forward to press your lips against Levi’s dick.

“Feels really good,” you slurred, the words ghosting themselves across Levi’s erection as you followed your hand up towards his tip. You flattened your tongue, messily swiping his head across it until you were satisfied with how much saliva pooled there.

You couldn’t guarantee that this would be the best blow job Levi had ever received considering your current state, but you weren’t sure if it even mattered. Because as soon as you wrapped your lips around Levi—as soon as your mouth enclosed around him— and you slid him to the back of your throat, he was curling into you. His hips bucked of their own volition. You gagged, but you didn’t stop. His fist pulled your hair harsher against your scalp as his other hand fell away to grasp the one you held at the base of his cock.

“Fuck, yes,” Levi whined, his chin falling to his chest. You bobbed your head as best you could, following each motion with a stroke of your hand. You set a quick pace, mostly because of how desperate Levi was. His hips couldn’t stay still, and your tempo seemed to mimic Erwin’s. The room was filled with the sounds of skin smacking wetly against skin and moans so primal and erotic that despite how much sweat coated your skin you couldn’t stop the shiver that wracked through you.

Erwin snuck a skilled hand between your thighs. You didn’t notice at first until his fingers met your clit and an electric shock shot up your spine. The circles he rubbed against you were unrelenting. He was attempting to coax, to goad, your orgasm from you. You were so sensitive your whole body seized up.

Levi was now doing most of the work for you to get himself off. He fucked your face, albeit considerately, as you nails dug into the bedspread and your eyes rolled back. You tried breathing through your nose but it was unnatural. Your mind could only focus on how intensely you were about to come. On how delirious fear tickled at your consciousness before you succumbed to the pleasure that was seemingly being stolen from you.

Your world went black, and then staticky, and then black again. You went limp between them, allowing the relentless waves to pull you under. You only partially registered when Levi pulled you off of him. You were barely able to open your eyes in time to watch as Levi came all over your tongue.

“Shit,” Erwin hissed from behind you, his thrusts weren’t as rhythmic as before. He was getting close and you could tell, but time was lost to you. It was just a gooey, saccharine puddle of nothingness.

“Come here,” Erwin said, his voice nothing but gravel as he helped you upright. You sagged against his shoulder, your head falling back as you blinked up at him. He had a hand pressed to your collarbone as his eyes raked over your face.

“So pretty, baby,” he whispered in awe and despite how depleted you were, a morsel of desire flared up inside of you. The flames fanned brighter when he kissed you, licking Levi’s cum from your mouth. You whimpered weakly, a victim to a torment that you would willingly endure if it was offered to you every single time. It didn’t take much for Erwin to come after that. A few short, merciless thrusts and he was finishing.

Levi caught you when you collapsed forward. His strong arms gathered around your pliant body as he guided you onto the mattress. He pushed away the strands of hair that stuck to your forehead, kissing your temple and cheek as you found your bearings again. As you steadied your irregular breaths.

“I don’t think I can feel my legs,” you blurted raspily, turning your head to nuzzle into Levi’s neck.

“What?” He laughed, his hand stopping as he attempted to tilt your head towards him.

“My legs,” you repeated, a small, sheepish smile playing on your lips. “I can’t feel them.”

You blinked up at him slowly, satiated yet bone tired. The space beside you dipped under Erwin’s weight.

“Why don’t I run you a bath?” He suggested, his fingers massaging the thigh closest to him adoringly. “I think we’ve got some epsom salt stashed somewhere around here.”

“It’s under the sink,” Levi confirmed, sitting up slightly to look over at Erwin.

“Fine,” you said sleepily, following Levi’s gaze to catch Erwin’s. “But I can’t bathe alone. I might drown.”

Erwin dropped his head to your shoulder to hide his chuckle, but you felt it shake through him anyway. You tried to hide your cheeky smile but it was hopeless. Satisfied delirium was settling deep into your bones and there really was no use fighting how beautifully content you were.

“Lucky for you I’m certified in CPR, but just in case I’ll join you,” he replied, giving you one last peck to your lips before he slid off the bed in the direction of the bathroom.

“And what are you gonna do?” You stretched against Levi, lifting your arms to hug around his neck.

“I’m,” he paused to wiggle away from you as your fingers began to wander down his spine, “going to change these sheets.”

#missed these weirdos #eruri x reader #snk fanfiction #aot fanfic #sonder #eruri fanfic

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orphiclovers · 9 months ago

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Hear me out about yjh and blondes: 999 yjh x Uriel

YES I'm so into this pairing you have no idea. and lol about the blonde thing. yjh has a type.

I've talked about them some under the tag #999yjhuri (ship name pending...) so check that out but yeah I love them they're canon to me! I don't even know where to start talking about them because I have so much to say

The thing is that Uriel loved her captain so much. 999 is the only turn we know of where she was one of Yoo Joonghyuk's companions and it's sooo significant to that round specifically because she is an ANGEL and a constellation of the Absolute Good system!

Uriel saw this one man who sacrificed everything for his companions and decided she wanted to fight by his side. He was the 'good' she saw in the world. And then she had to stand by helplessly and watch as his soul and body withered from the outer world covenant. and see up close as with the same noble sacrifice she fell in love with he destroyed himself.

But they thought they could make it to the end of the scenarios at least, they were so close, but then at the very last moment he DIED IN HER ARMS!!! And she lost her mind with grief and swore eternal vengeance upon the one who took him away.

The good in her soul died with him! She who was the righteous 'absolute good' angel of Eden for thousands of years was so broken by his death she chose to become evil, to become the very thing she swore to destroy

And of course this neatly ties into spuri, the one who was the object of her single minded obsession for thousands of years. Even to the point when it made no sense, when she learned who he was, it didn't matter because the bloody path of vengeance was all she had and all that kept her alive.

And then there's the huge complicated mess of what SP thinks about 999 Uriel. His careful neutrality when she attempts to kill him and burns down his forest with all the inhabitants. The was he doesn't react because he thinks he is reaping what he sowed. He says to Kim Dokja that this is the consequences of his mistake - sees her as a divine punishment for his sins in the 999th regression rather than as a person who wants to kill him

And at the same time in his mind there exists 999, who, quote off the top of my head, 'sighs in lamentation at the sun' when she attacks N'gai. 999 is COMPLICATED and I won't get into his insane psychology in this post but in short, he feels pity for her and all the rest of his companions who turned into outer gods (and also SP...) but makes the frankly correct decision to not come back to them even though he technically COULD, because it would cheapen everything they went through. There is no way to turn back time and save your fallen companion, even when there is. He KNOWS they live in his memory and that's why he can never return (kim dokja anyone...). He does his best to stay dead, even in his afterlife.

And, stay with me here, there's the love triangle of it all.

Both Uri and SP wanted to save 999 but neither of them could. And she despises SP for killing the love of her life but they both wanted the same thing, for 999 to be happy!

I think about SPuri in the post epilogue OD household. Even though Uriel accepted that 999 wouldn't come back and gave up her futile revenge quest against SP, there's still lingering awkwardness and tension there. After hating him for so long it's difficult to act normal around him. I imagine she treats him with civil distance.

And then, when SP does something small that reminds her of 999, she has to look away to remind herself that 999 didn't want to come back and to respect his decision, berating herself for mistaking SP for the man she loves, which is disrespectful to them both.

Even though SP didn't often think of 999 and himself as the same person, I think spending all his time around the 999th turns companions + having 999s memories in his head would inevitably bring out old habits and that side of him more. To all around bittersweet feelings from the outer gods, not just Uriel

#omniscient reader #asks #orv spoilers #orv #my posts #omniscient reader's viewpoint #yoo joonghyuk #secretive plotter #spuri #999yjhuri #sp999 #selfcest #if any of you say 'you turn everything about selfcest' istg. you know who you are #uriel orv #living flame #999 uriel

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narcissisticpdcultureis · 5 months ago

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VERY LONG SUBMISSION SORRY I HAVE A LOT TO SAY

SELF DIAGNOSED "I'M SO NICE" NPD CULTURE IS. LITERALLY ALWAYS KNOWING YOU HAD SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU. BUT SOCIETY HAS SPOONFED YOU THE PROPAGANDISTIC IDEALS OF NARC DEMONISATION SINCE THE DAY YOU WERE FRESH OUT THE WOMB, SO EVEN THOUGH YOU PERSONALLY BELIEVED YOU DIDN'T DEMONISE NPD, YOU NEVER ONCE CONSIDERED HAVING IT BECAUSE YOU ALWAYS TOLD YOURSELF "I DEFINITELY DON'T HAVE NPD, I'M WAY TOO NICE FOR THAT!"

BUT YOU STILL KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING SERIOUSLY FUCKING WRONG WITH YOU. CLUSTER B PERSONALITY DISORDER SOUNDS ABOUT RIGHT.

"HEY WAIT, I SEEM TO RELATE TO BPD EXPERIENCES!!! THIS IS WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME!"

IT WAS NOT BPD. THE THINGS I FOUND RELATABLE WERE JUST GENERAL CLUSTER B SYMPTOMS OR EXPLAINABLE BY SOMETHING ELSE.

SEVERE IDENTITY ISSUES? JUST NPD.

HAVING A FP AND PLACING YOUR SELF WORTH AND EMOTIONAL STATE IN THEM? ANY PERSONALITY DISORDER CAN HAVE A FP.

SUDDEN MOOD SWINGS? IT'S PROBABLY NPD WHEN I'M MET WITH DIRECT CRITICISM / RUDENESS / AND I FEEL INSANELY OFFENDED OR ATTACKED AND INSTINCTIVELY AND UNCONTROLLABLY GET SUPER DEFENSIVE AND COMBATIVE AND GRASP AT ANYTHING I CAN TO "GET BACK" AT THEM TO COPE WITH FEELING LIKE I JUST GOT FUCKING STABBED IN THE CHEST

FEAR OF ABANDONMENT? CHILDHOOD UPBRINGING + TRAUMA LOL ALSO IT CRUSHES MY EGO BADLY THAT PEOPLE FIND ME SO INSUFFERABLE THAT THEY NEVER WANT TO TALK TO ME AGAIN SO LOWKEY NPD TOO

SUICIDAL THREATS? UMM OK SO THIS IS AN ENTIRE STORYTIME FOR ANOTHER SUBMISSION SO JUST. GO FIND IT FROM MY ANON SIGNOFF TAG IF YOU'RE CURIOUS. TLDR I WAS 10 AND PLAYING ROYALE HIGH 💀

BLACK AND WHITE THINKING? AUTISM. OR POSSIBLY NPD

"WOW, I FEEL LIKE I RELATE A LOT TO HPD SYMPTOMS!!!! I MUST HAVE BOTH BPD AND HPD!"

HPD IS BARELY TALKED ABOUT EVEN IN PD SPACES, THE DSM CRITERIA FOR IT IS VAGUE AND UNSPECIFIC AND WACKY MAKING IT DIFFICULT TO ACCURATELY SELF DIAGNOSE IT (OR EVEN ACCURATELY DIAGNOSE IT IN GENERAL), AND ALL OF MY HPD SYMPTOMS CAN BE EXPLAINED BY SOMETHING ELSE.

UNSTABLE EMOTIONS? LITERALLY JUST CLUSTER B AND AUTISM.

ATTENTION SEEKING + TWEAKING WHEN NO ATTENTION? MOSTLY JUST NPD, BUT COULD ALSO BE SOMEWHAT CATALYSTED BY MY INSANELY EXTROVERTED, OUTGOING AND SOCIALLY DEPENDENT PERSONALITY.

DRAMATIC BEHAVIOUR? I HAVE MANY OUTBURSTS OR EPISODES OF LOSING MY SHIT BECAUSE OF A COMBINATION OF TRAUMA, AUTISM, AND JUST BEING CLUSTER B.

EXAGGERATED AND OVER-THE-TOP PERSONA? THAT IS LITERALLY JUST THE ARTIFICIAL PERSONA I MOLDED MYSELF INTO BECAUSE MY NPD THOUGHT IT'D MAKE EVERYONE LOVE ME BUT MY NPD SWEARS THIS IS THE REAL ME EVEN THOUGH I'M JUST FABRICATING MY PERSONALITY TO BE CLOSER TO THE IDEALISED ME I HAVE IN MY HEAD.

HAVING "STRONG OPINIONS" THAT ARE MALLEABLE AND DEPENDENT ON THOSE AROUND ME? PROBABLY A COMBINATION OF BEING AN FE DOMINANT IN TYPOLOGY (THIS MEANS MY MORALS AND DECISIONS ARE BASED ON HOW SOMETHING AFFECTS OTHERS) AND BEING LOW EMPATHY + COMPASSION (SOMETIMES I CAN'T UNDERSTAND OR CARE FOR HOW SOMETHING WILL AFFECT OTHERS, BUT I TRY AND GUESS / ASSUME WHAT THE RIGHT THING TO DO IS ANYWAYS BECAUSE I'M A GOOD PERSON) *SORRY FOR THE TYPOLOGY MENTION IN A PSYCHOLOGICAL CONTEXT I THINK MANY PEOPLE FUCKING HATE THAT IN PSYCHOLOGY/MENTAL HEALTH SPACES I DON'T TREAT IT LIKE ASTROLOGY OKAY? 😭 I JUST THINK IT'S A GREAT TOOL TO EXPLAIN AND CATEGORISE THE ASPECTS OF YOUR PERSONALITY UNRELATED TO MENTAL ILLNESS OR TRAUMA SINCE EVERY TYPOLOGY SYSTEM IS UNIQUE

THE HPD SELF DIAGNOSIS WAS ON A WHIM BTW I WAS REALLY STUPID ABOUT THAT .. ☹️ I HEARD "PDS ARE VERY COMMONLY COMORBID" AND I TOOK THAT AND JUST DIAGNOSED MYSELF WITH WHATEVER I FOUND SLIGHTLY RELATABLE. I SAW A VID OF SOMEONE WITH HPD TALKING ABOUT THEIR EXPERIENCE + THEY MENTIONED SOMETHING LIKE "WE HAVE A GOD COMPLEX BUT WE HATE OURSELVES AT THE SAME TIME" WHICH HELPED ME COME TO TERMS WITH MY EGO AND GRANDIOSITY (WHILE STILL THINKING IT WAS BPD AND HPD), SO I SELF DIAGNOSED MYSELF WITH NPD TOO . WHILE ONLY DOING THE BARE MINIMUM OF RESEARCH 😟 LIKE OBVIOUSLY I DIDN'T THINK NPD WAS Symptoms: Kills people, eats babies, manipulates everyone, takes over the world, is ONLY CAPABLE of feeling EVIL and can NEVER be kind EVER, CAUSE I WAS CONSCIOUSLY ACCEPTING OF PWNPD EVEN THOUGH I HAD SOME DEMONISATION STILL SUBCONSCIOUSLY INTERNALISED BECAUSE OF WHAT SOCIETY SPOONFEEDS US + ABSOLUTELY NOBODY IS 100% FREE OF AT LEAST A LITTLE BIT OF SUBCONSCIOUS INTERNALISED BIGOTRY BUT I BASICALLY HAD JUST JUMPED THE GUN

AFTER A WHILE I LOWKEY REALISED THAT BPD AND HPD DID NOT SEEM TO FIT ME . AND I UNDIAGNOSED MYSELF WITH NPD TOO CAUSE THE TWO MISDIAGNOSES MADE ME ASSUME I DIDN'T HAVE A PD AT ALL. SO I HAD A SHORT PERIOD OF "DAMN I GUESS I DON'T HAVE ANY DISORDERS THAT EXPLAIN WHY I'M SO FUCKED UP AND INSANE AND MENTALLY UNWELL"

BEFORE I FOUND OUT MY FP HAD NPD. AND I WAS LIKE "WAIT, REALLY? BUT THEY'RE SO NICE TO ME... HONESTLY, IT MAKES SENSE". AND THAT MOTIVATED ME TO ACTUALLY DO RESEARCH ON NPD BECAUSE THIS TOLD ME I DIDN'T UNDERSTAND IT ENOUGH. I WANTED TO UNDERSTAND THEM.

THAT WAS BASICALLY HOW I STARTED TO REALISE I HAD NPD. I TRIED DENYING A LOT OF CORRELATIONS . AND I NEVER SUSPECTED I HAD NPD FOR YEARS BECAUSE THE COGNITIVE DISTORTIONS HAD NORMALISED SO MANY THINGS TO ME + I QUITE UNSUCCESSFULLY TRIED BOTTLING UP THINGS I THOUGHT WERE MEAN (WHICH BASICALLY MADE ME BELIEVE I'M SECRETLY AN AWFUL PERSON AND NOBODY KNOWS IT) . I THOUGHT MY GRANDIOSE FANTASIES WERE NORMAL UNTIL I WAS LIKE 15. I THOUGHT NEVER BEING ABLE TO COMPREHEND YOU'RE IN THE WRONG BUT PRETENDING YOU DO AND APOLOGISING TO "DO THE RIGHT THING" WAS NORMAL. I THOUGHT MY LEVEL OF EMPATHY WAS NORMAL. I THOUGHT MY JEALOUSY AND ENVY WERE NNORMAL. I NEVER WORDED MY THOUGHTS OF CONTEMPT AND SUPERIORITY TO OTHERS IN A WAY THAT WAS LIKE "HEH... YOU'RE SO PATHETIC.... I'M SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU" IT WAS MORE LIKE "LOL I'M _ AND THEY'RE NOT" SO IT WASN'T OBVIOUS TO ME THAT THIS WASN'T NORMAL . BUT WHEN I DID WORD IT THAT WAY, I DIDN'T THINK I WAS A NARC I JUST THOUGHT I WAS SECRETLY AN ASSHOLE 😭 I SERIOUSLY NEVER THOUGHT MY KINDNESS HAD SELFISH INTENTIONS I THOUGHT IT WAS NORMAL TO ONLY BE NICE FOR PEOPLE TO LIKE YOU ┛◠ ┛ ANYWAYS IT'S 2025 AND I AM NO LONGER BLINDED BY BIAS OR DELUSION COGNITIVE DISTORTIONS AND I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT MY PROBLEM IS NPD!!!!!!!!! AND LITERALLY NOTHING ELSE I THINK . I AM 16 AND GONNA "TRY TO GET DIAGNOSED" SOON (NOT GOING TO EVER SAY "I THINK I HAVE NPD". I'M GONNA SPECIFICALLY MENTION ALL MY NARC TRAITS TO MY THERAPIST AND WORD THEM IN A VERY TEXTBOOK NPD WAY WITHOUT EVER LYING I'M JUST GOING OUT OF MY WAY TO TELL THE TRUTH AND WORDING IT IN A STEREOTYPICAL NPD WAY)

THX 4 READING I LOAV U (^з^)-☆Chu!!

— 🍋‍🟩🍃

[pt: very long submission sorry i have a lot to say

self diagnosed "i'm so nice" npd culture is. literally always knowing you had something wrong with you. but society has spoonfed you the propagandistic ideals of narc demonisation since the day you were fresh out the womb, so even though you personally believed you didn't demonise npd, you never once considered having it because you always told yourself "i definitely don't have npd, i'm way too nice for that!"

but you still knew there was something seriously fucking wrong with you. cluster b personality disorder sounds about right.

"hey wait, i seem to relate to bpd experiences!!! this is what's wrong with me!"

it was not bpd. the things i found relatable were just general cluster b symptoms or explainable by something else.

severe identity issues? just npd.

having a fp and placing your self worth and emotional state in them? any personality disorder can have a fp.

sudden mood swings? it's probably npd when i'm met with direct criticism / rudeness / and i feel insanely offended or attacked and instinctively and uncontrollably get super defensive and combative and grasp at anything i can to "get back" at them to cope with feeling like i just got fucking stabbed in the chest

fear of abandonment? childhood upbringing + trauma lol also it crushes my ego badly that people find me so insufferable that they never want to talk to me again so lowkey npd too

suicidal threats? umm ok so this is an entire storytime for another submission so just. go find it from my anon signoff tag if you're curious. tldr i was 10 and playing royale high 💀

black and white thinking? autism. or possibly npd

"wow, i feel like i relate a lot to hpd symptoms!!!! i must have both bpd and hpd!"

hpd is barely talked about even in pd spaces, the dsm criteria for it is vague and unspecific and wacky making it difficult to accurately self diagnose it (or even accurately diagnose it in general), and all of my hpd symptoms can be explained by something else.

unstable emotions? literally just cluster b and autism.

attention seeking + tweaking when no attention? mostly just npd, but could also be somewhat catalysted by my insanely extroverted, outgoing and socially dependent personality.

dramatic behaviour? i have many outbursts or episodes of losing my shit because of a combination of trauma, autism, and just being cluster b.

exaggerated and over-the-top persona? that is literally just the artificial persona i molded myself into because my npd thought it'd make everyone love me but my npd swears this is the real me even though i'm just fabricating my personality to be closer to the idealised me i have in my head.

having "strong opinions" that are malleable and dependent on those around me? probably a combination of being an fe dominant in typology (this means my morals and decisions are based on how something affects others) and being low empathy + compassion (sometimes i can't understand or care for how something will affect others, but i try and guess / assume what the right thing to do is anyways because i'm a good person) *sorry for the typology mention in a psychological context i think many people fucking hate that in psychology/mental health spaces i don't treat it like astrology okay? 😭 i just think it's a great tool to explain and categorise the aspects of your personality unrelated to mental illness or trauma since every typology system is unique

the hpd self diagnosis was on a whim btw i was really stupid about that .. ☹️ i heard "pds are very commonly comorbid" and i took that and just diagnosed myself with whatever i found slightly relatable. i saw a vid of someone with hpd talking about their experience + they mentioned something like "we have a god complex but we hate ourselves at the same time" which helped me come to terms with my ego and grandiosity (while still thinking it was bpd and hpd), so i self diagnosed myself with npd too . while only doing the bare minimum of research 😟 like obviously i didn't think npd was symptoms: kills people, eats babies, manipulates everyone, takes over the world, is only capable of feeling evil and can never be kind ever, cause i was consciously accepting of pwnpd even though i had some demonisation still subconsciously internalised because of what society spoonfeeds us + absolutely nobody is 100% free of at least a little bit of subconscious internalised bigotry but i basically had just jumped the gun

after a while i lowkey realised that bpd and hpd did not seem to fit me . and i undiagnosed myself with npd too cause the two misdiagnoses made me assume i didn't have a pd at all. so i had a short period of "damn i guess i don't have any disorders that explain why i'm so fucked up and insane and mentally unwell"

before i found out my fp had npd. and i was like "wait, really? but they're so nice to me… honestly, it makes sense". and that motivated me to actually do research on npd because this told me i didn't understand it enough. i wanted to understand them.

that was basically how i started to realise i had npd. i tried denying a lot of correlations . and i never suspected i had npd for years because the cognitive distortions had normalised so many things to me + i quite unsuccessfully tried bottling up things i thought were mean (which basically made me believe i'm secretly an awful person and nobody knows it) . i thought my grandiose fantasies were normal until i was like 15. i thought never being able to comprehend you're in the wrong but pretending you do and apologising to "do the right thing" was normal. i thought my level of empathy was normal. i thought my jealousy and envy were nnormal. i never worded my thoughts of contempt and superiority to others in a way that was like "heh… you're so pathetic…. i'm so much better than you" it was more like "lol i'm _ and they're not" so it wasn't obvious to me that this wasn't normal . but when i did word it that way, i didn't think i was a narc i just thought i was secretly an asshole 😭 i seriously never thought my kindness had selfish intentions i thought it was normal to only be nice for people to like you ┛◠ ┛ anyways it's 2025 and i am no longer blinded by bias or delusion cognitive distortions and i know for a fact that my problem is npd!!!!!!!!! and literally nothing else i think . i am 16 and gonna "try to get diagnosed" soon (not going to ever say "i think i have npd". i'm gonna specifically mention all my narc traits to my therapist and word them in a very textbook npd way without ever lying i'm just going out of my way to tell the truth and wording it in a stereotypical npd way)

thx 4 reading i loav u (^з^)-☆chu!!]

#npd culture is #actually narcissistic #actually npd #narcissistic personality disorder #npd #cluster b #-🍋‍🟩🍃

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foliosriot · 2 months ago

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LINGER ♱ CHAPTER THREE

vinny mauro x ofc (micah)

SUMMARY!!

micah is the lead vocalist of metalcore band, bonesmith. being a leading woman in the metal scene is not an easy job, but she has committed herself to making a positive change in the scene and proving to everyone how she and other women belong in metal. even if she comes off as a bit of a bitch. but her world is turned upside down when the drummer of her favorite band comes into her life.

WARNINGS!!

none but kinda short :(

TAGS!!

@concretenoah @circle-with-me @deathblacksmoke @dominuslunae @cncohshit @somewhere-diamond @iknownothingpeople (lemme know if you wanna be added!!)

masterlist. linger masterlist.

Replying to Vinny was… a struggle. But Micah eventually managed to send a reply, one that took much too long to construct then send.

chenzomauro: hey! i watched you perform with knocked loose and just had to tell you that it was fucking sick. you’re insanely talented and deserve more recognition in the scene. 🫶

micahsbones: hey thank you so much!! knocked loose are seriously some of my best friends in the entire world and getting to perform with them is such an honor. but i think the recognition i get in the scene is based on the fact that i’m a cunt to most people so i think i’m good lol

micahsbones: also you’re like insanely talented too and you are such a sight to behold

micahsbones: no wait not like that. i meant that you’re really fun to watch on stage and just an amazing performer

Now, as she waits for a response — if she’ll even get one, that is, considering she fucking triple texted — Micah is snuggled up in bed in the band’s hotel room. The boys are downstairs at the pool, messing around and having a bit more fun before it’s time for everyone to head home. Micah is just relieved she gets to see her dog tomorrow.

Bear is a two year-old Doberman Pinscher. He is the light of her life and the best thing that has ever happened to her. Micah firmly believes that they needed each other more than anything. And she loves him above all else in the universe.

For Micah, the most important things are music and Bear. What more could she possibly need?

She mindlessly scrolls as she struggles to ignore the impending doom of not getting a response from Vinny. It’s a desperate attempt to take her mind off of it for the time being. But it is difficult.

Then it’s an icy shock to her system when there’s a reply from Vinny appearing at the top of her screen, the DM almost mocking her. But she forces herself to tap on it the moment before it disappears. She has to know what he said.

chenzomauro: thank you that means a lot ☺️ i take a lot of pride in my playing and i love it coming from you

micahsbones: oh my god yes of course! you are bonkers on stage and it blows my mind. you’re literally the coolest

And much to Micah’s surprise, they keep messaging after that. They keep talking back and forth for the rest of the day. Micah is able to keep her face neutral and calm once her bandmates are back in the room, but she is freaking out on the inside. She has followed and obsessed over Motionless In White for so many years, so being in the DMs of their drummer is wild.

But there’s something about talking to Vinny that feels so effortless and fun, just so right. She can’t quite put her finger on it, but it’s there, and it makes her feel weird.

Not a bad kind of weird, but a weird that she has never felt before. A feeling that has her heart feeling funny, like it’s beating so fast she can barely feel it. Like she is breathless even with a chest full of oxygen. She doesn’t know what’s happening.

There’s a moment she’s afraid something is wrong with her. Like there is a defect in her brain. No one has made her feel like this before. Ever.

No one has ever had this effect on Micah, and it bothers her. Not in a bad way, per se, more like she doesn’t know what to do with this information or how to go about dealing with it. It isn’t something she is very familiar with, for starters.

A part of her wants to be an annoying little sister and go to Kaden for help and advice. She wants to cry into his lap until he tells her that whoever has made her shed tears isn’t worth it. But he would be saying that about Vinny and—

Vinny. She barely knows him. This reaction is silly, ridiculous even.

She barely knows Vinny. She met him today for the first time. How could he possibly be making her feel this way? That’s because it’s impossible, she tells herself. Crushing on someone after just meeting them is an insane thing to happen, whether or not she is admitting to crushing on Vinny. She’s not, by the way!

Micah spends the rest of the night convincing herself of that — a feeble attempt at best. She doesn’t know what is happening to her.

It feels like the hard exterior she has built, twenty stories high and indestructible, are coming down. But that can’t be. They have never faltered once in her entire life. She purposefully made them so strong and durable, all of it as strong as she could possibly make them. There was no way in hell Vinny was causing those walls to shake so soon after meeting. Right?

God, she just wants Bear right now. He would make this all so much better. Micah doesn’t have to worry about anything when he’s around. He takes all of her worries and anxieties and makes them disappear. She needs him so bad.

Tears prick Micah’s eyes. She’s quick to blink them away and turn over in bed so the guys won’t see her face. She doesn’t need them worrying about her. Their new album is coming out in a couple weeks and she can’t afford any kind of distraction in the meantime, especially with the tour starting a week after the record’s release date. That’s the last thing she needs.

But what she wouldn’t give to cuddle with Bear and watch 10 Things I Hate About You. All she needs is her favorite boy and her favorite movie to bring her comfort. Nothing else could never measure up.

thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed! likes and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

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imagine u have a shitty old car that doesn’t have Bluetooth so pick 7 albums u play on CD!! (Or tape!!!)

tagged by @mowowow thank you!!! :D :D

this is a fun challenge. i further challenged myself by not allowing myself to pick 'best of' type albums. a lot of these ended up being albums i often listen to when i'm driving already so, this list is pretty accurate for what i would pick in this scenario!

The Midnight - Monsters

All my other choices are pretty much fully high energy sing along albums, but this one I chose because it's got a lot of good kind of introspective, chilling music perfect for the twilight hours driving across the desert, that sort of vibe. It does still have some good singalong songs but they still match that energy. Standout songs:

Monsters, Dream Away, The Search for Ecco

Bastille - Wild World

Every single song on this album is an insane banger. Bastille's first album was good, but this one was GREAT. Bastille is so good at the catchy pop rock song, and every song on this ablum is so solid. I love singing along to these songs! Standouts:

Warmth, Way Beyond, Campus

Cartel - Chroma

One of my Pop Punk Obsession holdovers, but honestly, this is one of the most perfect pop punk albums ever created. It does NOT get enough nostalgic love in the genre. EVERY SONG IS SO GOOD!!! I have a whole car concert every time I listen to this!! Standouts (HARD TO PICK):

Burn this City, If I Fail, Honestly

Carly Rae Jepsen - Emotion

It was a difficult choice between Emotion and Dedicated, but Emotion won in the end because of the sheer number of insanely catchy sing-a-long-able tunes. Carly Rae is the queen of girlpop imo (Swifties don't come for me lol) and Emotion is sort of the Magnum Opus of that. This is the album that made me take a second look at Carly Rae as more than just the 'call me maybe' girl btw. This album CHANGED LIVES (mine). Standouts:

Emotion, Making the Most of the Night, Run Away With Me (btw side story, I heard this song for the first time on Mr Robot and it was incredible, I got chills during the scene it was used, it made me seek out the rest of the album because when I looked it up I was like THAT WAS CARLY FUCKING RAE JEPSEN??!!! then I listened to all of Emotion and I was like OHH MY GOD THIS IS INCREDIBLE. and i became a diehard fan after that moment. thank you Mr Robot.)

The 1975 - self-titled

Early The 1975 was pretty goated. I first heard about them like many people once I Like it when you sleep.. hit the airwaves, and I loved that album, but when I went back and listened to their debut album I was captivated by it. A bit sweeter, more earnest, less polished. I just love this album! Standouts:

Heart Out, Talk!, Settle Down

Emarosa - Sting

I love Emarosa, they're putting out 80s style songs but with modern sensibilities. Sooo many catchy high energy songs, they are my jammmm, and they get stuck in my head for days. A frequent car concert choice for me! Standouts:

Woman, Stay, Again

Silversun Pickups - Physical Thrills

This album was the first time I ever seriously sat down and considered Silversun Pickups. Of course I'd heard Lazy Eye before, and I liked it, but that song never inspired me to seek out more from them. But then I heard Scared Together and I was stunnnneeeddd by how much I loved it. I listened to the whole album and became OBSESSED, and from there I listened to their back catalog and realized there's so much more to this band than Lazy Eye (which doesn't even make it onto my list of top 10 favorite SSPU songs). I LOVE THEM. Physical Thrills has a slightly creepy/off-kilter vibe to it which I love, and the songs go hard when you listen to them at full blast in the car hahaha. Standouts:

Scared Together, System Error, Stillness (Way Beyond)

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Better Late Than Never

Square/s Filled: Snowed In @anyfandomfluffbingo | FREE @jacklesversebingo |

Pairing: Dean x F!Reader

Word count: 2,017

Summary: Dean and Y/N find themselves snowed in at Bobby's cabin. With a little whiskey and a cozy fire, it leaves Dean vulnerable to admit something to her he's been keeping to himself for some time.

Warnings: Minor angst, 99% fluff, brief mention of erotica.

A/N: I've had to forego tag lists as battling with dumblr isn't worth risking my mental health lol. So please go ahead and follow @wayward-dreamers-library and turn on notifications, if you want to read my stuff.

Anyway, I hope y'all enjoy this, because it's been a while since I've written a Dean one shot. Thanks to my besties and beta's @hintsofhoney and @makeadealwithdean for looking over this one! <3

Dean pushed the door open, the gust of chilly air causing it to hit the wall as he hurried inside, forcing it closed against the wind and shutting the cold out. He unwrapped the thick scarf from his neck, breathing heavily as the warmth from the fireplace in the living area thawed his frozen nose. He pulled the gloves off his hands and took off his leather jacket, hanging it up on the rack next to the door, before turning around, frowning at the quietness in the cabin.

“Y/N?”

Suddenly, he heard boots coming up the stairs from the basement, Y/N’s head appearing from the hatch followed by the rest of her, as she carried a big box in her hands.

“Hey,” she nodded at him as she set the box down on the dining table. “I hope you’re hungry for canned chicken soup because that’s all there was.”

“Well, as great as liquid salt in a can sounds,” he began with his signature sarcasm in place, “I got a few other things to eat, and something absolutely necessary to get through the next few days.”

He reached into one of the bags, pulling out two bottles of Bourbon, smirking as he placed them on the table. “We’re really livin’ it up here, huh?” he jested, chuckling.

“Oh yeah, it’s a real Four Seasons vibe,” she added, rolling her eyes as her laughter joined his.

“Called Bobby, told him we pulled in here and we’re gonna be staying until they clear the roads in the morning or the next,” he informed, taking out two glasses from the kitchen cabinets. “Said if we break anything, we owe him.”

“Sounds about right,” she muttered.

“So, looks like it’s just you and me,” he said, handing her a glass and cracking the seal on the bottle, pouring a generous amount into it. “Hope you don’t get sick of my face ‘cause there’s no tellin’ how long we’re gonna be here for.”

“As long as you don’t annoy me, I think we’re good,” she said, looking between her glass and him.

“Oh come on, where’s the fun in that?” he teased, smirking before he poured some bourbon for himself.

They clinked their glasses together before Y/N took a sip, turning away from him to avoid his gaze. Being in close proximity to Dean like this for God-only-knows-how-long was a dream scenario in her head. In reality, it was a nightmare. She had harbored feelings for him for longer than she cared to admit, and now being around him constantly until she finally got to leave was going to be incredibly difficult. She had to keep her bourbon intake low too; there was no telling what she would confess with too much of it in her system. She thought it was just a stupid crush she had from the first hunt they met on, something that would fade away soon enough. Then they kept meeting up, sometimes because a phone call from Sam would convince her to join them on a particular hunt, and other times by coincidence.

More cases led to more time around each other, until they became a pretty permanent part of each other’s lives. She’d even go as far as to say they were really good friends, which just made being in love with him even more complicated. Sam had been trying for a while now to get her to be part of their team, that it was better than her hunting alone, but she couldn’t do it.

Why torture herself with spending every single day in Dean’s presence when nothing was going to happen?

That was exactly what happened, however, when Sam got injured on a hunt and was resting up at Bobby’s. It had forced Dean to call her in on a vampire case, telling her he needed backup as the next was larger than he could take of on his own. The drive back to Bobby’s had been difficult, as the snow started falling harder, and they both knew they had to pull into his Montana cabin until the impending storm was over, as that was the closest place they could get to. It was five days and counting being alone with the man she had feelings for, and she wasn’t sure she’d survive it any longer.

“I’m gonna keep outta your hair until dinner, I promise,” he proclaimed, walking past her. “How does 7 sound?”

“Sounds great,” she replied, smiling. “Thanks.”

“All good, sweetheart,” he smirked, turning on his boot to face her again. “Plus, I know you need some time with that dirty book in your duffle bag you think I don’t know about-”

“Dean!” she yelled as her eyes widened, her reflexes kicking in quickly as she picked up a couch cushion and hurled it at him.

He threw his head back as he guffawed, stumbling to catch the cushion in his hand and tossing it back on the couch. He shook his head as he continued to chuckle to himself, walking into the bedroom he’d be using and shut the door. She glared at the wooden barrier, dropping down on the sofa and taking a big sip of the amber liquid in her glass. She really had no desire to read her book now that it had been discovered.

At least she still had plenty of other fantasies to keep her company once she retreated to her room for the night.

“Fucking… piece of–son of a bitch,” Dean muttered under his breath, battling with the ancient TV antenna.

Y/N pressed her lips together to keep from laughing, her eyes squinting as the glare coming off the screen as the static black and white crackled. “It’s no use, Dean.”

“This is literally the only thing to do here other than research. I’m fixing this thing,” he grumbled, glaring at the antenna.

“I saw a deck of cards in one of the drawers,” she stated, pointing towards the kitchen.

“Fine,” he lamented.

He finally gave up, turning off the TV with a scowl on his face. He retrieved the deck from the kitchen and sat across from Y/N, shuffling them quickly before dealing them out between them.

“Care to make it interesting?” he asked, grinning as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“If you’re thinking strip poker, you better think again, Winchester,” she countered, an unamused expression on her face.

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You’re no fun, Y/N.”

“I know,” she giggled.

They played a few rounds of regular poker, with Dean winning the first round and then losing the next two. He grumbled as he handed his money over, but Y/N promised that she’d save it to buy drinks the next time they were at a bar. He stood up and put another log on the fire, before grabbing the bottle of bourbon and pouring some more for himself. He picked up her glass, which caused her to bite her lip, nervously. She knew she really shouldn’t, in fear that she might admit something she couldn’t if she had anymore to drink than she already had.

“Uh, Dean… I think I’m good,” she said, covering the glass with her hand.

“It’s not like we’re leaving any time soon,” he stated, gesturing at the snow outside.

She sighed, handing over her glass. She knew he had a point. “You twisted my arm.”

He poured her some before he took his place on the couch again. They fell into a comfortable silence, her eyes focused on the flickering flames and crackling of the fire. Dean looked at her, a soft smile pulling at his lips as he noticed the peace on her features. She always looked beautiful, but when she was completely relaxed and had no worries that plagued her was when she looked the most stunning. He could never tell her that though; he didn’t know how she’d react. He had liked her from the moment he met her, but he wasn’t sure if she felt remotely the same. He didn’t really want to find out, fearing that she wouldn’t.

“I can feel your eyes on me,” she broke the silence, glancing over at him.

“Sorry,” he muttered, frowning at the fact that she caught him.

“It’s okay, Dean,” she reassured him, resting her head back against the couch as she kept her eyes on him. “Anything on your mind?”

He took a sip of bourbon, staring down into the glass. “Nope.”

“That was a long pause,” she observed, smirking. “Okay, spill. There’s clearly something.”

“I was taking a sip,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, but there was still a lot of silence,” she argued.

“Y/N, it’s-it’s really nothing-” he started but his words dissolved on his tongue as she shifted closer to him on the sofa.

“Is it about Sam?” she asked. She knew his little brother was always a source of worry for him.

“No,” he replied, taking a large gulp of the alcohol in the tumbler.

“Is it about Bobby?”

“What is this, twenty questions?” he responded, annoyed at the third degree.

“No,” she sighed, holding his gaze. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. I shouldn’t push it.”

His eyes closed briefly as he let out a deep exhale, his lids fluttering open as he looked at her. “No, it’s not about Bobby.”

Their eyes never left each other as she thought his words over for a moment. “Is it about me?”

He knew he couldn’t ignore the question, or what he felt for her any longer. “Yes.”

She was taken aback by his answer, instantly fearing that she had done something wrong. She shifted closer to him, the scent of his aftershave tickling her nose, a couple of inches still between them.

“Dean, whatever it is… you can tell me,” she whispered, slowly curling her hand over his.

He could’ve explained himself through words, but he had never been good at expressing his feelings that way. Actions always spoke louder.

With their gazes still locked, her heart began to beat rapidly in her chest as his green orbs stared down at her, making her gulp at how close they were to each other. He slowly leaned in, and before she even realized it, a gasp escaped her just as his lips pressed against hers in a soft kiss. Her eyes fluttered closed as he squeezed her hand in his, allowing herself to move closer to him. She lifted her other hand, cupping his face and letting her thumb stroke over the chiseled line of his jaw, a low moan leaving her as his tongue slipped between her lips, deepening the embrace.

It was over just as quickly as it began, leaving her breathless when he pulled away, both of them staring at each other. Dean shook his head, hoping he hadn’t overstepped, that he hadn’t just ruined everything between them. A small smile, hopeful but weary, pulled at her lips.

“I wish you would’ve done that sooner,” she admitted, laughing.

He grinned. “Better late than never, I guess.”

She leaned into him, her hand resting over his heart covered by his red and black plaid shirt, her forehead pressed against his. She couldn’t really believe what had just happened, feeling like she’d wake up at any moment and it would’ve all been a dream. The longer she stayed in that embrace, in the peace and quiet of the cabin, the only sounds coming from the fireplace, she knew it was all real. It was finally real.

“We have until this storm is over to make up for lost time,” he said, peering into her eyes.

“Hey, better not just be during the storm,” she warned, lifting an eyebrow.

He chuckled, shaking his head as his lips hovered over hers. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I ain’t lettin’ you go any time soon.”

“Sounds good to me, Winchester.”

They spent the rest of the night curled up together in front of the fire, before moving things into the bedroom, finding a better way to keep warm during the snowstorm.

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