#thread: ah shit. here we go again

[heavy-draw]

Well, Lukas has already wiped the floor with her on more than one occasion tonight, and she's quite certain that with a loss that heavy, there's little chance of her redeeming herself. But with a new beginning comes new opportunities-- settling in with a drink and her trusty deck of cards, she motions for Sin to take a seat across from her. "Good news for you. You don't have to be good to win. It's all about the luck of the draw." (Yeah, she'd know a lot about that, wouldn't she?) There's another familiar mop of hair that seems to be lingering and looking awfully bored... and so she glances over her shoulder to wave in Jeralt's direction as well. She knows him well enough to know that he's looking for any sort of distraction to pass time; they're both soldiers through and through, a stuffy party doesn't suit either of their tastes. Especially not one so noisy, even if there is alcohol flowing freely. "Hey. You look bored. Come spice things up for us over here, yeah?" Shamir doesn't wait for a response before dealing out 2 cards to herself, to Sin, and then to a blank spot that she's reserved for the former Captain. This time, in contrast to the last few games she's played... she doesn't flip her cards over just yet. Maybe that's why she's been having bad luck-- she's been going first. No harm in switch it up, right? "Have at it, boys. Take your pick of who takes it away." @bladebrecher @chryssaetos

ah shit. here we go again

toaball2025 cont. from here

[luriddaze]

CLOSED for @dcgtown // open to m/f/nb.

"it's not every day that i bring a homemade cheesecake to a new neighbor, but you always greet me in the mornings with a sweet smile. i guess this is my way of saying... don't be a stranger." it also had something to do with how attractive they were, and how that very smile intrigued jasmine more than she was willing to admit.

[marinersubmariner]

tidal

Part of why I fixate on Ahch-To and Kef Bir is that I love ocean/water/shore imagery, and because they cater so specifically to my aesthetic preferences it really amplifies how I view Rey and Ben's connection.

I like the symbolism of the Force and the bond as something like a tidal push and pull; the intertidal zone as a middle ground perpetually alternating between two extremes (land/water, high/low, light/dark); the interconnectedness of an ecosystem affected by planetary movement; the dark side as drowning; etc.

I'll simply never be over that so much of the Force bond took place with Rey on Ahch-To in the middle of an ocean, and then that setting was mirrored in their final battle and Ben's redemption. How that all evolved from their first fight taking place in the snow, as though it thawed into a raging sea. Rey from the desert thrust into situations where she is surrounded by water, new and unfamiliar and overwhelming. Water as simultaneously a desperate life-giving necessity and a dangerous life-taking unknown (like Ben, like the Force). You imagine an ocean.

There's also the Ahsoka show's use of the World Between Worlds tying in with the ocean, which only reinforces that link in my mind of water and liminal spaces between the Living Force and the Cosmic Force. Or something about the relationship between deep sea + outer space: they're the same, in reverse! The Force bond pulling inward and infinitely deeper versus the Force itself expanding and reaching ever outward.

And now The Acolyte has added onto this too! Sol: talking about the Force as an ocean me: hooting and hollering and pointing at the screen

If you want more of a literal narrative thread, I'm choosing to view this as a fix-it continuation of this previous drawing—Rey hopped into the World Between Worlds and pulled Ben back and they both washed up on Ahch-To. :) Not pictured: the fish nuns just out of frame saying "ah shit, here we go again."

[reddawnmultimuse]

Safe? Yes. Despite all else, Ame acknowledged his mother did everything he could to give his a son a happy childhood. Ignoring the bullying, that is. Now he knew his mother's true identity of Deidara, that was a miracle in itself.

"Thank you for accepting me as your son, Father." Ame says though doesn't look at Itachi as he stares at the ground. He didn't want to get emotional again, especially after yesterday. That was as much feeling he could take in one lifetime.

"I won't stop you. However, that's why I want Aunt Kaia involved too. She does well with Mother and his temper," After witnessing how overwhelmed Itachi became yesterday, having backup could only help. Besides, he wasn't going to give his mother the opportunity to attack his father like he did.

Once back at the house, Ame opens the door to the workshop, only to find it lit up and his mother working, glazing plates for commission. Deidara looks up and while he cringes upon seeing Itachi, he ignores him in favour of Ame. However, before he can say a thing, Ame is speaking over him.

"Where is Aunt Kaia?"

"She...she's upstairs, hn. Why?"

"Because, we need to talk again and I want her to moderate." Ame explains.

Deidara stands up, wiping his hands off on his apron. "Ame, she doesn't need to be involved in this, hn."

"Yes she does. I don't trust you not to get upset again,"

Deidara flinches but Ame wasn't wrong. "Fine..." He begrudgingly agrees. "Kaia! Can you come down here, hn?"

Itachi swallows, slowly nodding. Carefully moving closer to his son and putting an arm around him.

“I’m just happy you grew up safe, despite everything.” Unfortunately, even to this day, there were eye hunters to worry about. Those who seeke to make profit over capturing the kekkei genkai of certain clans. The sharigan of the Uchiha were a fortunate. If they had ever possibly found out about Ame… no. He didn’t want to think about it.

“I’m happy that you accepted me as your father.” He tells him with a smile, gently squeezing his shoulder before pulling back. Not wanting to be too overbearing.

“However, I must say again. Should your mother get angry like that again, let me handle him.” Itachi breathes in softly. “I think it’s about time I get in some words of my own…”

He’d let Deidara walk over him for too long. He’d kept quiet and took the beratings in the hopes that maybe over time it would lessen, but obviously, even years later, it hadn’t. His son felt as though he had to jump in to defend him. No. He wouldn’t allow that to happen again. This time, if Deidara was looking for a fight, he’d meet him head on…

[deepspace-raconteur]

Apparently I’m on a sleepy sex kick?, mildly injured sex, ultra soft Xavier, implied cockwarming at the end, honestly there was supposed to be more of it but then it got away from me, AFAB MC,

Xavier x MC, established relationship

🌟✨

It’s a special kind of hell when you’re both unbearably tired and unceasingly horny.

Xavier and I had been on missions not-stop for two straight weeks now, and I was reaching my limit. Luckily, Captain Jenna had always been quick on the uptake when it came to things like that. So, she’d granted a long weekend for me and Xavier, surprisingly.

That’s how we ended up here, nearing our 20th hour spent in Xavier’s bed…. And me in the process of losing my mind.

My body ached from overexertion, injuries, other older injuries that had been aggravated, and… need. An insistent, indecent, insanity-inducing need for the man breathing steadily beside me. Utterly at peace in his sleep, and blissfully ignorant to the plights his girlfriend suffers mere inches from him.

Or at least, I thought.

The “What’s wrong, Starlight?” that comes from beside me, low and rough from sleep, makes me jump. My eyes flicker up to meet his deep blues sheepishly.

“Nothing.”

It comes out too quick, too suspicious, and the red seeping into my cheeks only makes his sleepy eyes awaken further.

“You sure?”

I smile softly at him, his concern for me sweet as ever. I scoot closer to him, and he welcomes me happily into his arms. The perpetual craving for closeness extended far past just the borders of lust. “Yeah, I’m sure. Just… achey.”

He hums in understanding, his eyes already drifting shut again. Warm hands smooth over my waist, catching briefly on the loose shirt of his I’d borrowed before finally reaching the sleep-warmed flesh beneath. He pulls me closer like that, till we’re pressed together with our legs intertwined. His thigh slotted innocently between mine, like it had been a thousand times before.

Like that, he’d unknowingly taken from me the only relief I’d had for the horrid heat between my thighs. He’s replaced that relief with something even more torturous. An opportunity for release, a piece of Xavier I could I could finally, finally….

I can’t help it when my hips twitch against Xavier’s leg. I try to conceal the expression on my face in the pillow, afraid that if Xavier sees it he might actually think I’m dying.

Soft chuckling caresses my ears, and I peek at him, pouting.

“Starlight, would you like some help?” Xavier asks softly, and I guiltily avoid his gaze.

“No, it’s okay, I’m just…” I sigh. “Just go back to sleep, lightnin’ bug.” I murmur, reaching up to thread my fingers through his hair. I think I see his lips curl into a smile in the dark.

I think the matter’s settled…. Until Xavier’s grip on my waist suddenly tightens, and he jerks my hips down.

“A-ah! Fuck, Xavier-“ I gasp, hands clawing the sheets down as they’re momentarily entangled before they reach their destinations on Xavier’s shoulders.

I’m at Xavier’s whim as he grinds me down onto his thigh, sending electricity shooting through me. “W-wait, oh god, fuck-“ I whine.

“You seem a little on edge Starlight.” Xavier teases. The retort dies on my tongue at another press of his thigh at the crux of my legs.

“Mmm- wait, wait, shit-“ I wince, curling in on myself. Xavier immediately stops, hands becoming supportive instead of controlling.

“Starlight? Hey, hey, are you okay?” Xavier frets. I can’t help but laugh a little, even as wetness builds in the corners of my eyes.

“Yes, I’m fine. Just… phew. Irritated that bruise on my ribs that wandered gave me as a parting gift.” When I finally feel as if I can breathe again, I become more aware of the tear leaking down my cheek, and it’s like a dam bursts within me.

“I-I’m sorry, I woke you up, and we’re both still in pain- I shouldn’t have-“

My words come out a blubbery mess. Two weeks worth of exhaustion, of all needs going barely met, if at all, sleep deprivation, of barely having any time to myself much less with Xavier, comes bubbling out. Xavier can only watch and listen, understanding me in that way only he ever had. It feels like his arms are the only things holding me together as I’m swept up in the tsunami of emotion.

When my breathing finally evens back out, a new wave of exhaustion hits me. I slump into my pillow, meeting Xavier’s gaze blearily through the dark. I’m not prepared for the next words that leave his soft lips.

“Can I help you, Starlight?” His words are soft, alluring. His touch is even softer when he hears my quiet consent, pulling me closer by the hips. His fingers, always so warm as if he’d been laying in the sun for hours, are like a soothing balm as he pulls the sleep shorts and underwear beneath it away from the wet heat that had been torturing me for hours.

The slow press of Xavier’s cock inside feels like fireworks going off within me. Tension in me unlocks all at once, and the low moan that escapes me is like music to Xavier’s ears.

“There… that’s better, isn’t it, Starlight? This is what you needed?” His warm hand slides down my thigh to hook behind my knee and hike my leg up over his hip. Then, he starts a slow rhythm, his thrusts pressing him in as deep inside me as he can go, pulling out only halfway, then back in again. Shuddered breaths are muffled into Xavier’s shoulder, whines and cries lost to the fabric of his shirt.

My body shakes and quivers in Xavier’s grasp. The slow drag of him in, out, in, out, is mind numbing in a most delicious way. For the first time in a while, I remember what it feels like to relax.

Xavier moans softly, lips pressing to my temple. His hand brushes up and down my thigh, moving slowly inwards until it reaches its goal. His fingers are deft and skilled as they rubs slow circles into my clit, perfectly synchronized with his hips’ slow movements.

“Promise always to tell me when you need help, okay? When you need me?” Xavier asks. I blink at him through half-lidded eyes, only barely comprehending his words.

“H-huh?”

“We’re partners…” is all he gives as an explanation, but his movements freeze. All of them, with my orgasm nearly on the brink.

“What? Xavier- I- please?” I squirm, but his hand is firm on my leg. “Okay! Okay, I promise, please, just- I’m so close-“ I cry.

His hips stay still, but his fingers work at the sensitive nub until I’m sobbing and balling my fists into his shirt. He grunts as his cock is squeezed half to death, fingers continuing their work until I finally settle down with a great exhale.

It’s not until the aftershocks of my orgasm finally recede that I notice two things. One: Xavier is still hard, and two: he’s still inside me.

“You didn’t come.” I state the obvious, brows scrunching in concern. Immediately, I start to move my hips again with what little strength I have, fucking myself on him despite the overstimulation that makes me wince. He’s quick to hold me still, pulling me close instead and wrapping himself around me in a familiar octopus hold. He tucks my head under his chin and hums contentedly.

“Mhmm. Let’s just… stay like this, okay Starlight? It feels nice… to be this close”.

[ashprompts]

𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

a collection of sentence starters from dropout tv's game changer. feel free to alter pronouns/text as you see fit

“I’ve been here THE WHOLE TIME”

“It’s hard to hold this much anger in my body.” 

“If you never hear from me again, you know what to do!.”

“If they don’t find me it’s because I was chopped up and fed to the pigs!”

“I SOLVED YOUR LABYRINTH, PUZZLEMASTER. THE MINOTAUR’S ESCAPED, AND YOU’RE GONNA GET THE HORNS, BUDDY”

“I. CANNOT. WIN!!!!”

“A lot of people have been saying that ___ is a singularly evil, wildly incompetent, befuddled nepo baby silver spoon motherfucker. This is what people are saying.” 

“If you can do ONE swing on the swing I will let you play with all the math puzzles that you want” 

“You’re not getting a FUCKING JOKE OUT OF ME until you let me out of this room! You want bits?! You let me out of this room for bits, motherfucker!”

“Are we gonna die before we get outta here?” 

“I’m gonna lose so fucking hard it’s gonna blow your fucking mind”

“But in this sick rodeo, this bizarre fucked up clown festival, we’re here celebrating what I can only describe as the sickness at the core of America.” 

“Give me the assignment and I don’t miss. I’m gonna DIE before this is over.”

“Your tower’s gonna fall. Laugh it up now.” 

“A river of sweat is running down my back right now.”

“I do hate zombies and I will have nightmares about this tonight. But in this moment I just feel like I’m surrounded by friends.” 

“We don’t give a cum.”

“If you’re in a hole, DYING. I WON’T BE THERE.”

“I showed them my feet, [name]! I SHOWED THEM MY FEET FOR NOTHING?”

“Stop shaking your cock in the middle of a fucking huddle, dude!”

“I’d fuck that pie.”

“If you’re like me, you eat a lot of ass.”

“I hate capitalism but I also hate losing.”

“I get my tongue so far up somebody it’s like I’m tasting their tonsils. I get so deep in there I’m gonna burn myself with stomach acid.”

“I like perching like a little bisexual gargoyle”

“If you were performing on a subway I would take money away from you.”

“I’VE ONLY JUST BEGUN TO PULL THE THREAD ON THIS SWEATER.”

“Icarus flying too close to the sun, but it seems Daedalus our little mastercrafter over here had some WAX WINGS OF HIS OWN, didn’t he? Wanted to see his son fall, faaaalll from the sky, OH HOW CLOSE TO THE SUN HE FLEW”

“Hey can I get an ah? … Don’t scream at me.” 

“You kinda have the vibe that your kids call you by your first name.”

“The day I DON’T curse when a body falls from the sky, call somebody.”

“Could I place an order? I’m hungie. What do you think would be the best pizza to order if I’m quite hungie? Um, I like cheese, what is your largest pizza? Yeah let’s get an extra large because I’m hungie. I’m hungie, I’m hungie, I’m hungie.” 

“WE ARE NOT ANIMALS!!!”

“So long as I am on this stage and drawing breath, you can good and goddamn believe I’ll be trying my best in every challenge.”

“Was it bad that we just started smashing shit?” 

“You didn't count on INGENUITY did you motherfucker?!”

“FIGHT THE BOURGEOISIE. I WILL VENMO YOU $20.” 

“This could be hell. This is very Satre-esque.”

“YOU ARE NOT GOD. THE MACHINE IS GOD.”

“Can you tell us why you’d do this to us?”

“I won’t be made a fool”

“I do feel like I’m in a nightmare”

“I’m the only one OUT of the loop it seems”

“Everybody do the wenis! The wenis is a dance! Everybody is a genius! Who knows it in advance!” 

"DANCE IS A SIN!"

"You think I'm gonna fucking roll over?!"

"It'll be a COLD DAY IN HELL when I go out like a fucking chump!"

"I don't care about winning, I just don't wanna lose"

[dunmeshichilchuck]

For That One Guy On Tumblr

Chilchuck x !fem ! halffoot Reader

So this starts off during the sauna episode. I'm changing it a bit to where that floor has been that cold since the dungeon was created. There will probably be more installments but right now it's just setting things up. Anyway, enjoy.

The last thing you remembered was cold, leeching into your bones. Cold, and the certainty that this would be the last thing you'd ever feel. Your party had left you to die rather than try to heal your wounds, and this floor was too deep for someone else to come along and take pity on you before your body rotted. You were going to become a ghost, haunting this dungeon without ever being able to leave. 

And then you opened your eyes again, and you were all too warm. 

You took a few shuddering breaths, coughing and gasping. Your lungs burned like they were on fire and your whole body ached. You curled up into yourself, shivering. And then you became aware of what was going on around you. And also that for some reason everyone was wrapped in towels instead of normal clothing.

"YOU MEAN YOU HAD NORMAL RESURRECTION MAGIC THAT COULD DO SHIT LIKE THIS THIS WHOLE TIME???!!! ARE YOU STUPID? WE COULD HAVE AVOIDED THIS WHOLE THING!" 

Another....halffoot? Shouted. 

"I already EXPLAINED why I couldn't have used normal magic!!" A blond elf woman shouted back in an exasperated high pitched squeal. "It wouldn't have worked! The thread between body and soul was too tenuous! And we'd never have been able to get enough regular meat down there! Anyway I don't understand why you're so against it, I didn't see you arguing against it at the time!" 

A blond tall man, blindfolded? For some reason? Interjected. "Marcille is right! Even though the body was in a not so great condition the ice kept it from rotting so all the component parts were still there! We just got lucky that we were able to gather them all together! Once the body thawed resurrecting it was a simple matter! There was no need for special magic like with Falin." 

They continued to argue violently while your recently unfrozen brain attempted to make sense of the situation. 

Had the half foot somehow had enough pull in the party he'd been able to convince them that they should revive you? You weren't much use on this floor and presumably deeper ones where small traps gave way to larger monsters, so you couldn't work out any reason they had for reviving you. You looked around the small, actually extremely hot room you were in. It was...a sauna? Was it really a sauna? What the fuck? 

You smelled something delicious and you looked around to see a dwarf with long black hair and a massive bushy black beard peacefully tending to meat cooking over what looked very much like a wok. What the fuck? They were a high enough level party to have fresh meat down here? That would explain why they'd been able to spare the revival for you. 

There was also what looked like a beast girl crouched next to him, watching the squabbling party members with a bored expression on her face. Well. That was just another one of the things to file away and deal with later. 

Almost instinctively you staggered to your feet and crouched down by the dwarf to watch him cook. Your stomach grumbled insistently. Even in normal circumstances getting revived made you ravenous. Now you felt dizzy with hunger. 

"Ah, hello there!" The dwarf looked up at you and beamed. "Always nice to have new folk eat with us! You must be hungry after getting revived, food should be ready in just a few minutes."

He continued cooking, humming softly to himself. 

"Would you...like some help?" You managed to rasp out. Throat hoarse with disuse. 

At this point it seemed like the other people there remembered your existence. 

"Ah! So sorry, you're awake!" The elf said. "You were out for a long time, I didn't know if the magic would fully take with how long you'd been in the ice."

"How...how long?" You said, almost dreading the answer. 

"At least a couple of years, based on the state of your organs and bones" the blindfolded tall man said enthusiastically. "You were lucky! The extreme cold preserved you extremely well and there aren't any monsters down here that would go to the trouble of digging you out of the ice." 

You blinked at him. 

"How did you get all the way down here?" The elf asked. "Was your party wiped out? We looked but we couldn't find anyone else."

"I'll bet they left her behind." The halffoot interjected dourly. "She probably got injured and they didn't want to waste time resurrecting her or bringing her along." 

"what!" The elf gasped. "that's terrible, no one would do that! Why would you even think of that Chilchuck??" 

"Like I keep telling you guys, halffoots are treated as expendable! It'd be totally within the realm of possibility! Especially since she didn't sign on with the union or we woulda recorded when her party came back without her or she just never came back at all!" He frowned. "That's why I started the damn thing in the first place but if not everyone uses it it's not fucking good to anyone."

he (chilchuck?) turned abruptly to you. "Anyway, why didn't you use the union? We would have been able to look out for you so this didn't happen."

You stared at him in utter confusion. "....union?" 

[cryvelv3t]

I saw @mackjlee9 make a post about shameless and I got so much inspo, I'll be out with an Ian one soon but first I gotta make one about my bae.

Warnings: Domtop reader, drinking, daddy kink, blowjob/throat fucking.

I walked into the Gallagher house "Hey Fiona, your brother home?" "Lips out right now. He'll be back in a few." She smiled "Hey asshole." Ian greeted while walking past me "You looking for your boyfriend?" "He's not my boyfriend." I pushed Ian out of the way to get a beer. "You guys doing anything fun?" Fiona asked while reaching over and grabbing my beer. "Don't know, dinner, weed. The usual." "That sounds like boyfriend stuff." Ian grabbed the other beer I had grabbed and walked back to his room upstairs. I looked around frustrated "Can I just get a beer?!" I threw my hands in the air while looking around. I got my beer and walked to the couch ignoring Fiona's teasing.

I was around halfway through my beer when Lip opened the door. "Hey, Lip." "Hey, asshole." He sat on the couch next to me and grabbed my beer. "So, he can steal your beer, I get it." I rolled my eyes. "Also, I'm leaving, and Ian already snuck out so you two are home alone. Don't ruin the house too bad." Fiona joked as she left "What happened?" He leaned on me "Your siblings are onto us." I laughed leaning my head on him. "So, are we gonna ruin the house?" Lip put the beer on the table, "Fiona said we can't." I leaned back "Then ruin me?" He straddled my lap and put his hand on my jaw "Hell yeah baby." I leaned up pulling him down to kiss me. The kiss was messy, our teeth clashing and our tongues dancing in an interesting rhythm. "Shit." He whispered into my mouth. I pulled back, "Get on your knees." I leaned back. He smiled a little before doing as I orders. Lip let out a sighing breath as I unzipped my pants. "Go ahead baby." He reached his hand around my dick, slowly stroking it. He leaned down and took my dick into his mouth, moaning softly as he did so. I groaned slightly at the vibrations "Your mouth is so good." He slowly bobbed his head halfway up and down my length his hand stroking the rest. My hand threading it's way into Lip's hair before I thrusted up into his mouth. Lip gagged slightly before moaning "You like that? You like gagging on my dick?" He nodded the best he could before gagging once again. My hands guided him to meet my rough thrusts to his mouth. His hands gripped my legs tightly, muffled moans spilling from his mouth. I could even feel him grinding his bulge against my leg.

"I'm gonna come baby. You gonna swallow it like a good boy?" I grabbed his hair tighter and dragged him down till his nose met my pelvis "Fuck!" I groaned out as I came. He pulled off coughing slightly. "Please, please! Please daddy, I need your dick." I smiled "Get up here baby." Lip took his place on my lap once again "You don't need to prep me, I did it earlier." I smiled, and stripped myself of my shirt and picked him up. I placed him down on the couch under me before slowly stripping him. "So fucking pretty." I kissed down his torso giving his nipples special attention "Fuck, daddy". I circled my two middle fingers around his hole feeling a heavy amount of lube. Slowly I dipped my middle finger into his hole "Fuck!" he yelped "Please don't tease me." he begged. "Okay, sweetie." I leaned down and gave him a light kiss before lining myself up with his hole. "Here you go baby." I pushed in slowly "Ah-ah- so good-" He was gasping slightly. When I bottomed out completely, I stopped for a bit to let him adjust. I grinded into him every once in a while, to hear his little noises "Please move.". I smiled down at him and kissed him deeply as I began to thrust slow and deep.

His moans were so beautiful and I would absolutely love to hear them ring out, but fuck his mouth is the best thing I've ever tasted. "Fuck, I love you." I whispered into his mouth. I pulled away from the kiss, speeding up my thrusts slightly. "Oh-oh shit!" He cursed while throwing his head back. "So pretty. So fucking pretty for me." He wrapped his arms around my neck and back, his blunt nails marking my back. "Daddy! Oh fuck- please daddy!" "Please what? What are you asking for baby?" I leaned in his ear. "Can I cum? Please let me cum?" I smiled "Of course baby." His back arched, his mouth shaped into an O shape, and with a silent moan he came. "Goodboy, asking for permission." I praised not letting up on my thrusts. He let out small gasps and sobs "You're being so good, just a little longer." My thrusts became faster and sloppier. A few more thrusts later and I came inside him with a groan.

We sat like that for a few moments "I love you too." "What?" "You said you loved me. I love you too." I smiled down at him. "Get dressed! Steve's here!" Fiona yelled from outside. "Shit!" I cursed as we began scrambling to get dressed. We can have a sweet moment later.

[itsnathateasy]

"a slip of the tongue"

in which these aot characters tell you that they love you on accident, early relationship includes: eren, armin, jean, ymir, hange, levi & erwin warnings: mentions of alcohol word count: 3,5k

massive thank you to @satorella for requesting this cause i was in a terrible writer's block hehe hope you like it!🧁

“You shouldn’t have done that and I did warn you, y/n! Don’t try and blame it on me now!” Eren yelled from the bedroom. He was right, he had warned you not to plug a bunch of energy intensive devices at once. This place was old and the high power demand often resulted in you literally staying in the dark for a while. “And what was I supposed to do? Stop cooking or turn the radiators off?” You said, annoyed. This house really did suck and your current situation had become a common occurrence. “The landlady said you’d better use the off-peak electricity. But do you ever listen...” He said as he rummaged in the dark, probably looking for his phone. “You’re not being fair now. I haven’t caused any trouble in weeks! It’s not my fault the system is shit!” You noticed a bright light, meaning Eren had found his phone. The light quickly illuminated the panelboard, right next to the bathroom door. Eren flicked a couple of switches, then walked towards you and wrapped an arm around your waist, leading you to the living room. “Take a seat, I’ll call the landlady again, tell her I’ll have to go check in the basement too.” “Do you really have to?” You pouted. Usually, the tech thingy he did in the panelboard was enough to get your house back to normal. Apparently, this was one of the times when it didn’t suffice. “I love you too much to have you electrocute yourself on accident, y/n.” He typed the landlady’s number and waited for her to respond. You waited and waited, but she wouldn’t pick up. Defeated, he let his weight fall next to you on the couch. “Looks like we’ll have to use an extra jumper today, y/n. Can’t go down in the basement without her permission. Not after she called the cops on me the previous time!” You both laughed as you recalled the incident. “Want me to go ring her doorbell or something?” You offered. In all honesty, you felt bad for causing this much trouble again. “Not yet. I’ll call again in a bit. In the meantime… We could cuddle for a while? It’s always better when it gets a little bit chilly, don’t you think?” You scoffed, opening your arms so he could snuggle in your embrace. “Can you also run your fingers through my hair? I like it when you do that.” He said, eyes turning towards you, a pleading look on his face. “Demanding, aren’t we?” You said as you thread your fingers through his messy hair. “Well, do you still want me to sort your electrical problems miss? Cause I could leave this very instant!” “Ah, you could? You literally begged me to cuddle you and touch your hair! And don’t think I didn’t catch that “I love you too much” you spilled earlier, mister!” You heard him gulp and he immediately stood up, trying to escape you. “Aaand that’s my cue to call your landlady again!” “Won’t you rather cuddle now that it’s getting chilly, Eren?”

Armin’s head was gently pressed against your belly, your hand rummaging through his soft, blond hair. Tangled with each other under the covers in bed, you were watching a film and attempted to calm down together after a long day. “Unbelievable how Regina manipulated everyone so successfully! Is that were you get your tricks from?” He joked as he turned his face up towards you, making sure he caught your reaction. “I’m manipulative?!? Whoa, Armin, and here I thought you loved me!” He giggled as you pushed him away from you, throwing the blanket over him, completely covering him. He was quick to uncover himself and stood on his knees in front of you as you did your best to push him away with a pillow. “I do love you! But it’s funny cause you always make me do whatever you say. I’m powerless when it comes to you. You say “I want muffins”, I’m baking them. You say “Let’s watch Mean Girls” and I’m in your arms like a baby. I’m “head empty, only y/n” when it comes to you! And don’t deny it, cause I know you love it too!” He was finally able to steal the pillow from your hands, only to throw it back on you, commencing a vicious pillow fight. You struggled to catch your breath between your fake fight and fits of laughter. When your battle was over, you plopped yourselves back on the bed, tired from all the fighting, Armin’s head in your lap again. “You know, that’s your first time saying that you love me.” “I haven’t said it yet? Though I do mean to. Just don’t want to come off real strong, you know? We’ve only been dating a few months and-” “Armin! You said you loved me but that you’re useless when it comes to me or something!” “Hey, I never said useless!” He jumped up to face you as he spoke. “Oh, so you DID say you love me?” Armin sighed, burying his face in his palms. “God, I’m such a simp!” He exclaimed before you pried his palms open to inspect his face. “Looks like someone needs a kiss!” To which he nodded yes, of course.

It was normal for Jean to call you at random times during the night, but waking up to 19 missed calls from him was a first. That’s what happens when you leave your phone on dnd while your boyfriend is out with his friends. It was only 6am and you were woken up by the howling wind. That scared you even more. What if he’d had an accident last night? He was supposed to be out, yet he didn’t text at all, only called. Trying to keep your composure and not jump to conclusions just yet, you pressed on his contact and waited as the phone beeped. It didn’t take long for him to pick up and before you knew it, you were introduced to loud voices and laughter. “Jean what the fuck? You called me like a million times!? Are you okay?” “Slow down, y/n!” He slurred and hiccuped as he spoke, taking pauses between each word. “Why didn’t you pick up – hic – the phooone?” “Jean are you still out? Who’s with you?” “Tsk, just… Just me and the guys… We’re at Connie’s – hic – place.” “Are you guys serious? You’ve been drinking since last night and it’s 6am Jean!” “Tsk Y/N! Don’t – hic- be a party pooper! I only – hic – wanted to speak to you!” You sighed, rolling your eyes. If he could see the look on your face now, he’d definitely sober up. “Ugh… Okay, Jean. What did you want to talk to me about?” You were being impatient now that the fear of him potentially being hurt had vanished. He was drunk and probably a bit more silly than usual. “I only wanted to say – hic – you mean the world to me and – hic – I want to always – hic – be with you and marry you one day – hic – because I really really really - hic – love you and if you don’t love me – hic – I’ll kidnap you out of love – hic – and then I’ll marry you myself! Why are you – hic – laughing, y/n? Don’t – hic – you love me?” Yeap, he was being extra silly. “No, Jean, I do love you. But, tell me, is anyone holding their camera towards you right now?” “Ah… Yes, Eren! Do you love Eren, y/n?” “No, Jean! Listen, I’m coming to pick you up, okay? Try and find your shoes and coat, yes?” You heard him giggle on the other side of the phone. “So you’re coming to pick me – hic – up because you love me?” “Yes, Jean. I’m coming to pick you up because I love you!” “Gaaah I can’t believe you – hic - said it first! I called you – hic – a thousand times so that – hic – I could tel you I love you first!” This wasn’t real, he couldn’t possibly be this drunk, could he? “Just find your shoes, will you? I’ll be there soon!” “Hm… Because you love me?” Obvious would be an understatement for the goofiness in his voice.

Being distant was typical Ymir behaviour. But being this distant wasn’t. She’d been ignoring your texts the entire day and when you finally built up the courage to call and confront her about it, she simply said how “work was killing her” and that she “didn’t have time to chat today”, even thought she read all of your messages on the spot. You hadn’t fought or anything, but since the night before, Ymir was shying on you all of a sudden. Eager to find out what was going on, you decided to wait for her to be done with her shift in the convenience store where she worked. She should be done in about an hour and you still needed some time to get ready and actually get there. You did as fast as you could and soon you where in front of the store. You caught a glimpse of Ymir in her uniform, apron, cap and everything. Luckily, she noticed you too and gave you a shy smile, motioning you to come inside. “Look who’s here! Ymir never tells me when you’re gonna pay us a visit, y/n!” Ymir’s boss was gross, always trying to hit on the both of you. “Yeah, I guess there’s no reason to tell you about when exactly her partner is gonna show up, right?” That was enough to make him walk backwards, hands up in defence. As you walked closer to where Ymir was preparing an order, you gave her a soft “hey” and a smile, waiting for her to make the next move. “Hey!” She responded and poured some cream on a coffee cup before firmly pressing the lid on it. “Busy, huh?” “Yeah, it has been. Sorry I’m not responding much, y/n.” “It’s just… It’s not like you to be this way, Ymir… Did I do something to piss you off?” She avoided looking at you, which wasn’t a good sign. “No, y/n, you’ve been nothing but amazing… As always...” Lidding one more coffee cup, she rang the bell notifying the customer that their order was ready. A tall man walked towards you and grabbed the two cups, thanking Ymir and leaving her a tip in the tip jar. “Then what is it, Ymir? I can tell something’s off so better tell me now cause I won’t be satisfied until I know what’s wrong!” “Can’t you wait until-” “No, Ymir! I can’t wait!” You crossed your arms and waited for her to respond. “Fine, fine… Remember how last night before we went to bed, we said goodnight?” You raised your eyebrow at her (silly?) mention of your goodnight routine. “Yeah… We literally say goodnight to each other and kiss every time we spend the night together. What about last night?” “I uh… I kinda almost told you I love you and then I didn’t, so I sounded a bit weird and then you asked me about it and I said something about owing you money, but honestly, I don’t know what I was saying because I was extremely nervous at the time and now I’m avoiding you because it’s too awkward to deal with this… Happy now?” The entire time Ymir spoke, your smile grew wider and wider as you realised nothing was wrong. Quite the contrary actually. “Well, I love you too, just so you know.” Ymir’s eyes grew wide, her lips forming and ‘o’ but no words at all. “You don’t need to say it back now. Do it when it feels right to you. And when you’re not too nervous about it. Okay?” You could tell her features relaxed at the realisation that there was no rush between the two of you. No need to fast forward. She smiled. “More than okay, y/n!”

Hange was hunched over the pot, stirring what was soon to be your soup. You’d been sick for a few days and they insisted on coming over to help however they could, even though you’d made it abundantly clear that you’d rather be alone. “It won’t boil faster if you stare at it, Hange!” “I know, I know! But I love seeing how those tiny oil spills move around. Wanna check it out too?” You scoffed. “You think it wise to have a sick person sticking their stuffy nose over a pot of soup?” Hange laughed at your comment, putting the lid on the pot, protecting it from your germs. “I guess you’re right. But hey, you shouldn’t be here anyway. Go lay back down!” You rolled your eyes, but didn’t have the energy to actually fight them. “In fact, you’re the one who isn’t supposed to be here.” Finding your spot on the couch, you turned the tv on and wrapped yourself up in your blanket. It really wasn’t a good idea to have Hange around in your state, but you were so grateful that they did come to help you. Even if they hadn’t spontaneously decided to cook for the both of you, it was comforting to have them around, hearing their insistent mumbling and chattering on their own as they cooked. “I’m just gonna clean your surfaces up a bit in here and I’ll join you shortly! Okay y/n?” You heard clutter from the kitchen as Hange – probably? - cleared the kitchen table from all the dishes and glasses you’d left there. “Whatever, just try not to get sick Hange, okay?” They shouted an “okay” back to you as the cluttering sounds continued. “Did I tell you about what Levi said to me the other day?” “Oh no, what happened this time?” You said as you rested your head on the back of the couch, trying to catch a glimpse of Hange in the kitchen. “Well, it all started when I went to pour myself some coffee and he was blocking my way. AGAIN! So I said to him he should stop playing this game every single morning and...” The more Hange spoke, the more you felt yourself drifting into sleep. What with being sick, what with their soft voice, it was easy to relax when they were around. You didn’t know how much time had passed when you heard Hange’s voice as if from far away. “I knew you weren’t listening...” You felt their hands readjust your head so that it rested on the pillow, felt the blanket being pulled over your shoulders. As if in a dream, Hange kneeled and kissed your forehead. “I love you, y/n. Get better soon.” You slit your eyes open, just a tiny bit, to find them inches away from your face. “I love you too.” You felt yourself dozing off again, unable to stay awake. “Rest now.”

You’d messed up so bad this time. It was obvious in the way Levi existed around you today. Sure, he wasn’t usually one to be too chatty or overly excited, but he also wasn’t the one to ignore you on purpose and waltz around the house as if you weren’t even there. As much as you hated this, you had brought it on yourself, you’d let your insecurity steer the wheel and what would’ve been a calm conversation, ended up into a massive fight. You couldn’t stand this tension with Levi anymore though. “Are you really going to pretend I’m not here?” Setting his cup on the living room table, Levi began to speak, weaving his fingers together. “Y/n, I woke you up, I poured you your coffee and I even lied to your mum on the phone about you still being asleep, because you didn’t feel like talking to her. How can you think I’m pretending you’re not here when I’m doing a bunch of shit for you?” You could feel your cheeks heating up the way they did last night. “Oh, so doing my chores for me is your way of not ignoring me?” Levi sighed, burying his face in his palms. “It’s called acts of service, y/n. You don’t have to tell me about those things, I just do them for you, because I love you. Not as a chore. I should say it more often, I know, but it’s not like me. And you should not push me to say it more than I want to or act blind to the acts of service I provide, which I’ve explicitly elaborated on how this is, in fact, my love language!” Your arms were crossed on your chest and you pouted, although you’d turned to the side so that Levi couldn’t tell. “It’s difficult for me when you barely say you love me. Everyone else had been verbal about their feelings for me in the past...” “Yeah, and I’m not “everyone else you’ve ever dated” or whatever, y/n. I’m Levi and this is how I express myself!” You both stayed silent for a while. It was devastating, the distance between you. Both literally and figuratively. “Listen,” he began, “I promise to try and be more vocal about how I feel, if you promise to try and see all the other ways I love you and take care of you. That sound fair?” Reluctantly, you peaked at him from where you were leaning on the kitchen counter. “You’re not breaking up with me then?” “Y/n, are you serious? We’re not breaking up because we had one fight. We’re talking through it. Do you think it’d be okay to break up due to different ways of conveying emotion?” You walked over to him, taking a seat next to him, placing your hand on his thigh. “I was a bit immature last night, wasn’t I?” You admitted shyly. “You were. But it’s okay now.” He cupped your hand with his own, running his thumb on your skin. “And that is physical touch. One more way of expressing love. Need I say more?” He smirked as he looked into your eyes. “Don’t mock me! I promised to pay more attention! Thank you for being patient with me, Levi.” “We’ll figure it out, y/n.”

You were sat with your friend Hange on the couch, their phone between the two of you on speaker. Normally, you’d listen to some music or watch some silly video together, but this time, Erwin had called them and you took the opportunity to spy on him, as you were sure he’d want to discuss about your birthday present, so you begged Hange not to mention that you were also in the room with them. “I’m thinking either you or Levi should find some excuse to drag her outside of the house. For a few hours at least. I’ve already told her I’ll be at work, so that’s done. If you manage to keep her busy for around three hours, I’ll be able to have the house cleaned decorated.” Hange giggled, their eyes fixated on the phone in their hand. “Why would you clean the house, Erwin? It’s supposed to be a surprise!” Erwin’s sigh was audible, even through the phone. “Yeah, I know, but once the fun is over and what has happened registers, she’ll be so upset that I invited a bunch of people over and didn’t even have the decency to clean.” You couldn’t help but smile sweetly at his words. He was really taking such good care of you! You looked over at Hange only to find her swooning over Erwin’s comment, ther hand on their forehead, fake fainting. “Aren’t you precious, Erwin! Y/n is so lucky to have you!” They said and winked at you, satisfied that they’d get him to talk even more about you. “In all honesty, I’m lucky to have her.” There was a pause, and neither you or Hange spoke. You simply went on staring at each other expectantly, and stole glances over at Hange’s phone. “Hange, I really love her so much. I can’t believe I got so lucky with her. She’s so understanding… About everything. It’s still difficult to grasp why she’s with me to begin with.” The moment he uttered those words, your palms moved like lighting and covered your mouth, an attempt to not speak loudly. Hange’s eyes were wide with excitement. “Hange, are you still there?” He questioned as a few more seconds passed and he didn’t receive a response from them. “You couldn’t say it to my face that you love me, but you could tell Hange?” You blurted all of a sudden, barely believing you’d just done so. “Uhm, I think it’s the appropriate time to say that y/n has been sitting across from me this whole time because we wanted to find out what her birthday gift was… Sorry, Erwin...” “I’ve been on speaker, haven’t I?” “Uh yes you have? Why aren’t you answering my question?” You demanded as Hange gave you a thumbs up for cornering him like that. “I’d rather tell you again in person, y/n. I’ll see you at home.” He hang up before either of you could speak again.

[hermuseros]

You wanna try it out? Caleb X You

Chapter Three

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Synopsis: Caleb is determined to be your first everything, and lucky for him you're not that hard to convince.

AN: Caleb being manipulative, only a little. First times, smut. I'll link the next chapters on each post as I upload them.

There’s only 15 mins until you arrive a Skyhaven Aviation Academy and you’ve been wondering for the last ten you’d survive the jump from the bullet train. It was amazing how this had felt like both the longest and shorted journey of your life.

It would be the first time you and Caleb had spent much time together since last summer. Every time your memories wandered back to those moments in your bedroom, his fingers… you’d pull out your phone and start scrolling frantically.

You open and close the text thread with Caleb for the 20th time. The messages are so normal? Why wouldn’t they be? Every time you heard his custom message tone your voice would tighten.

He was just helping you with a problem so why were you so bothered? Your plan had certainly worked, and your sex drive had never been healthier, not that you ever had the time or the charm to snag a boyfriend. The last two times a guy had asked you out something had come up and you’d had to cancel. When you tried to think of your limited experiences it made your brain go numb.

You drop your purse as the shock of the cold air hits you when you step onto the metro platform. Perhaps it was because you were up so high that the air felt so fresh and cold it made your nose burn. It cuts right through your jumper which had felt cosy on the train, so you pull your scarf out of your bag. You could feel your heartbeat pick up pace as scanned the crowd for Caleb, nervous that he’ll have seen you fumbling around like a kid. Instead, what catches your eye is a cardboard sign that read PIPSQUEAK in his unmistakable handwriting.

The stranger holding it gives you a sheepish wave, so you gather your things and walk over to him.

“Ah,” he says loudly, “The lady of the hour! It’s amazing to finally see you in person.”

He’s almost as tall as Caleb and his biceps flex as he tucks the sign under his arms, scooping up your bags before you can protest.

 “Sorry about the sign, some sort of in joke I assume?”

You grimace, feeling your face go pink, and that earns you a good-natured laugh.

“You’re Calebs girlfriend, yeah? I’m Johnson!”

You feel your stomach drop.

Not again, not now!

This stupid game of his, always hiding behind your skirts when a new girl arrived on the scene. You’d done your sisterly duty as his fake girlfriend when you were kids, but he couldn’t pull this shit now. Not after… everything.

“Ah! Nice to meet you!” you manage, climbing into his car.

“I better hurry and get you back, he talks about you so much I think the whole base is invested in the reunion.”

You were going to murder Caleb.

Johnson’s car is a sleek looking machine, nothing like the cars in Linkon City. There was a cold, military line to all the buildings and machines here, as if the Fleet had input in everything. Everything exuded an aura of high-tech modernity, from the cars to the bus stops.

Johnson is the perfect host, pointing out landmarks and making polite conversation. He couldn’t believe, he adds, that Calebs mysterious girlfriend was real. Apparently, it had been widely suspected that you were a lie to keep the many girls at bay.

 “We were all impressed that Caleb is such a loyal guy, he says, but I think we can see why now.” Johnson says with a wink. “Lots of guys will be losing bets when you show up.”

You try to smile politely and fish your phone out of your purse.

P: Girlfriend!? Again?

C: Sorry to spring it on you! Are you on your way? Just got off duty now.

P: A warning would have been nice!

C: You should be good at it by now. Besides, you want me to go well in my studies, don’t you?

P: You owe me so bad. One hundred treats! No, one million!

C: Think about it, nobody in Skyhaven knows how we grew up. We don’t need to worry about that here.

Your fingers hover over the reply button. You really weren’t brother and sister here you didn’t even look alike. There was nothing to hide, no secret to keep.

What secret? You two didn’t have secrets, so why won’t your heart stop racing?

“You texting Caleb?” says Johnson and he has a cheeky smile on his face like he caught you being cute. A tingling sweeps up the back of your neck and across your face.  

A chain linked fence lines the perimeter of the military base, their tops adorned with spools of barbed wire. Keen eyes of security cameras peek out like animals in brush. It smells like asphalt and exhaust fumes and an army of fleet flags stand to attention on every available surface, whipping noisily in the high winds.

The planes are huge, much bigger than you anticipated. They perch on their landing strips like huge animals of prey. The idea of Caleb controlling one of those makes your mouth feel dry They’re too big, too dangerous. You wonder what they feel like.  

When you step out of the car there’s some hooting and hollering, and you look over to see Caleb surrounded by a group of men who are clearly soldiers as well.

“She’s real! I can’t believe it!”

“Finally!”

“Wow, not bad Caleb!”

You grip your purse closer and fight the urge to cover your face with your scarf.

Caleb is all beaming smiles, and he strides forward to scoop you into his arms.

“There’s my little Pipsqueak.” he says, and the nickname brings you back to the reality of the situation. This is your Caleb here, not some other guy. Not some boyfriend.

“Kiss!” one of the guy’s shouts, and Caleb lets his eyes slide to yours, his hands still on your waist. You try to push him off playfully, but he grips you a little tighter.

“Cmon! Kiss!”

Your cold fingers grip his shirt, your chest heavy with the dawning realisation that you’re not going to be able to get out of this. Caleb is still holding your waist, eyes bright, waiting.

You lean forward and kiss him chastely on the corner of the mouth, but he turns his head to capture your lips with his. You hear distantly the sounds of hooting and clapping, and it makes you feel lightheaded. It’s too forward, too presumptuous. This was not how pretend girlfriend usually went.

Caleb breaks the kiss, laughing and smiling over at his friends and he looks just like he did when he was showing off as a boy. The early morning sunlight is bright in his hair. You feel breathless.

“It’s so good to finally have you here, let me introduce you!”

It goes by in a whirlwind, names, jokes, handshakes, hugs. They’re a towering wall of muscle and testosterone around you and you’re the shining star of their morning. You’re regaled with stories of Calebs military exploits, the trouble they’ve all gotten up to, and even a few stories of yourself.

It seems that over the years Caleb has spoken about you a lot, a mix of truth and lies, a more romantic version of events than you remember.

“Okay fellas, enough excitement.” Says Caleb, looping his arm around your shoulders. “We’ve got the rest of the day off, remember? When should we meet, 8?”

“If you can manage to leave your quarters in time!”

Theres a bawdy laugh at that, and you can’t help but cover your face with your scarf.

“We’ll be there” says Caleb, jovially, slipping his hand down and into yours.

The base contains far more than you realised. Corner shops, doctors offices, even a little arcade line the small street on the way to his quarters. He seems to know everyone you pass, so you let him hold your hand until you’re inside.

“So, what the fuck was that?” you say calmly.

He brings his hands up defensively “Pips… look.”

You throw your handbag at him

“You don’t get to just kiss me whenever you want, Caleb!”

He turns, but lets the bag hit him, “Ah! Wait!”

“Pretending is one thing but… you don’t need to go that far!”

“Hey! Let me explain!” he says, and you’re frustrated to see that he’s still smiling, his eyes bright.

“I’m sorry, alright? I got a little caught up in the energy. I owe you big time, you’ve been my excuse to keep out of the dating scene for the past three years.”

He bends down and picks up the spilled content of your purse, putting them back inside.

“You wouldn’t believe the kind of girls that go after military men. They’re apex predators.”

He stands, letting out a little huff as he puts his hands on his hips. It’s such a familiar, relaxed gestures that you realise without his friends around Caleb isn’t playing soldiers anymore, he’s just your Caleb again

You missed him so much.

“You’re an asshole, Caleb.” You say.

“I know.” He replies.

You dump the rest of your bags on the couch where you assume you’ll be sleeping. His quarters are small, more like a hotel room than an apartment. It’s cramped but he’s kept it very neat, tidy. It doesn’t look like he spends a lot of time here. Theres not much decoration, only a photo of the two of you at his bedside, one of gran on the fridge.

He flops down on his bed, keeping comfortable distance between where you’re sitting on his couch.

“So, how’s Hunters College?”

You both try texting as often as you can but you’re both so busy its relief to just talk. There’s so much to catch up on it’s dark outside before you know it.

“Oh, shit,” he says, sitting up abruptly and looking at his watch. “You wanna shower before we go out? The bathroom is small but I’m sure you’ll manage.”

“Oh yeah I was going to ask! Is it almost 8 already? Where are we going?”

He smiles. “Theres a bar not far from here, the guys all want to have a drink with you.”

Your stomach flutters.

“They don’t want to meet me, they want to meet your girlfriend, Caleb,”

His eyes watch you carefully.

“Yeah, they do.”

“Caleb… we can’t just…”

He stands up from where he was sitting his bed, his jaw set.

“We can do whatever we want. There’s nobody on base who we knew from Linkon.”

“It’s not like that… between us. You’re my brother.”

He stands silently for a moment, arms crossed.

“Not here I’m not.”

The feeling of his hands on your skin ghosts the edge of your memories. The air in the room feels suddenly heavy, claustrophobic.

“I’ll have to start getting ready now.” You say, voice tight, and scramble for your make up bag.

Before you shower your hands hover over the lock on the bathroom door before shaking your head. It’s not like that with Caleb. You’re not sure what it’s like with Caleb, but it’s not that.

When you come out of the bathroom you see he’s dressed and ready. When he turns and sees you with your hair and makeup done, dress on, he lets out an appreciative sigh.

“All the guys are going to lose it, yknow? You’re the hottest thing they’ve seen in years.”

“Stop it.” You say.

“No.” he says, eyes bright and glossy.

There’s an unspoken invitation written all over him, and your throat feels tight.

“We’re going to be late.”

“That’s okay, they all assume we’re busy anyway.”

The high winds pick up again, rattling the windows.

“Let’s go already Caleb.”

He doesn’t try to hold your hand again, and for some reason you can’t help but feel the space between you as you walk.

The club is blissfully warm, and the walls are chock full of kitschy models and diagrams of planes. Bottle of colourful booze line a mirrored wall behind the extremely crowded bar. It’s louder than most clubs full of the brash whistling, hollering and swearing of military men blowing off steam.

The familiar group of men usher you both over to their both, and Caleb snakes an arm around your waist. Your dress is so tight and thin you can feel the heat from his palms. A tingling of nerves sweeps its way up across the back of your neck.

Theres a beer tower sitting at the table already, perched among empty glasses and there’s a warm flush in everyone’s cheeks. When Caleb gets you both a drink there’s a bubble of commotion.

“Woah, even Caleb is having a drink!”

“You both must need it! Hah!”

It’s a totally different atmosphere from drinking with the other Hunters. Hunting is not nearly as male dominated as the fleet it seems, and the feeling of always being on standby means that letting loose is somewhat frowned upon. These men have the night to themselves and are taking full advantage.

“Oh, shit the girls from Navigation are here.” Slurs one of Calebs friends. His veneer of chivalry gone only three drinks in.

“Shirley too?” asks Caleb cautiously.

He elbows Caleb. “You can finally prove to her your girlfriends real! My guess is she won’t be all over you tonight as usual.”

Caleb laughs, “Oh thank God,” he says, pulling you closer to his side.

You glance up at him and his eyes are bright, his cheeks pink. He leans in close to whisper something into your ear, but before he can speak you look up in shock.

“Brian!?”

He’s standing at the end of your booth, smiling and waving to you. Things didn’t really progress between the two of you, but you settled into an amicable familiarity. You feel both relieved and ashamed to see someone from Linkon, and you flinch back from Calebs embrace, but Calebs hand grips yours, pressing it to his thigh under the table. You brush it off and squeeze out of the booth to talk to Brian.  

“Brian! What are you doing here?”

“Oh! I’m in the military band! Ha! None of these guys would know me, the band usually keeps to itself. Why are you here?”

“Oh! I’m visiting Caleb!”

You both move to a quieter part of the club, chatting a little, but the whole time you can feel Calebs eyes burning into you.

It’s a quick chat, but it’s nice. Brian was always a nice guy, just not your type. He shakes your hand before disappearing into the noise of the club to rejoin his friends.

When you squeeze back into the booth next to Caleb, his cheeks look a little flushed, eyes hazy. The booth is almost empty, it looks like all but two have gotten up to dance. When you go to sit, Caleb scoots over so you end up sitting on his lap.

“Caleb!” You say in shock, but then he turns your head to kiss you. The table whoops, and you go stiff in his arms.

“Now where did you go?” he says hotly.

You try to escape his lap, but he pins you there.

“Hah! Time for us to leave I guess!” say the remaining two men, and they leave.

“They’re gone Caleb, you can let me go now…”

He keeps you pinned on his lap, turning your face to forcefully kiss you. He tastes like beer, and his hands grip your waist. The passion of it blinds you, it’s not like the kiss you two shared so many years ago. It’s not like any kiss you’ve had. The beer and the hot club air press in on you and Caleb is kissing you. He parts his mouth, and you deliriously let him. You hear him make a noise at that, and it’s enough to pull you back to your senses, same as so many years ago.

You push him back, sliding off his lap.

You wipe your mouth.

“Caleb! What are you doing?”

His eyes are hard and narrow.  “Should I ask what were you doing?”

“I…”

You were kissing him back, is what you were doing.

“With Brian, I mean.” He says.

Oh. You thought he meant…

“Oh, I was just saying hello?

“Didn’t you used to date him?” he says, his eyes still hard.

You realise suddenly he’s jealous.

“Caleb, I’m not actually your girlfriend.”

“You are in Skyhaven.” he says and moves to kiss you again.

You push his chest back, and you can feel he’s a little surprised at the new strength in your arms. You gaze at him for a moment, brows furrowed, and it’s like he suddenly comes back to his senses.

“I… fuck.” He says, leaning back.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean….” He fiddles with his glass, brows furrowed in concentration. He drains his glass, and by the time he puts it down he has that warm tight smile on again.

“Sorry pips, too much beer, got a little caught up in the energy.”

Your heart is still racing from that kiss, the passion of it. Theres no doubt in your mind now that whatever has happened between you has affected your brother deeply. He might even be in love with you. The thought makes you weak.

You’re totally lost for words, and it seems like he is too. An uncomfortable silence permeates the booth. Your body language seemed to be enough of an invitation for a woman to slide into the seat next to you.

“Caleb! I can’t believe you’re finally joining everyone for a drink.”

You feel him tense minutely.

“Oh, hi Joan.” He says noncommittally.

“Heard about your last flight into the Deepspace Tunnel, some heavy shit.” She says.

With her tight club dress you can see her muscles, the strong lines of her body.

“Everyone’s impressed.” She says, and her tone is direct.

“Joan, this is my girlfriend.” Says Caleb, gesturing.

“Is that so?” she says, almost like she can’t believe it.

You know how you both look, distance between you, not making eye contact. This is the reason he was using you as a fake girlfriend. It seems like a terrible idea to help him now. Now that you’re so sure his feelings for you have evolved into something complicated and painful.

What about your feelings for him? You don’t want to think about it too much, but you know you want to protect him. To help him.

“Nice to meet you Joan,” you say with a kind smile, “He’s a really impressive guy, huh?”

The look in Calebs is one of pure relief, so you lean to kiss him on the cheek. His eyes flutter closed. Joan smiles, eyes thin.

“He is,” she says, “There were a lot of women on this base hoping you weren’t real.”

Caleb snorts, and you smile guiltily.

“You don’t look the sharing type either.”

“She’s not.” Caleb says flatly.

She stays to finish her drink, chatting amicably now that the matter of Caleb is settled. When she leaves you keep your hands in Calebs. You’ve both had another drink and he’s looking at you with tenderness.

“Thanks, Pips.” He says.

“I’m used to it by now.” You say.

The moment stretches between you.

“Would it be so bad?” he says, staring down at his empty glass, his voice quiet in the noise of the club.

“What?” you say.

“Being my girlfriend?”

You feel like you’ve been punched in the stomach.

“Shut up, Caleb.” You say forcefully.

It’s one thing for it to be an unspoken thing between you. If he were to say it out loud it would ruin everything. It would destroy the rest of what was between you, your tenuous sibling connection. You lost your family long ago, you won’t lose it again.

“This is just play pretend.” You say bluntly, “Just for Skyhaven.”

He looks crushed, his eyes tender and glistening.

“Then let me pretend.” He says, and he leans forward, slow and gentle.

He is kissing you again, but its sweet this time. Your stomach is a whirl of emotion, but perhaps if you let him get it out of his system…. Let you both get it out of your system… your relationship has a chance when you get back in town.

You let him kiss you, really kiss you. Unhurried and gentle. When he realises, you’re not pushing him off he pulls you closer, pressing you into the booth seat behind you. You’re closed off from the rest of the club here so nobody can see you, and Caleb is kissing you.

He slides his tongue into your mouth, and you let him. His hand pushes up into the base of your hair, and he tilts your head so he can kiss you deeper. Perhaps you can blame the beer later.

His saliva tastes so sweet to you, like water, like you could kiss him like this all night. You kiss back, taking the lead and he lets you. You run your fingers up to his neck like you’ve always wanted to. You touch the nape of his neck like you’ve always wanted to, his chest, his arms.

You’re suddenly on fire with everything you’ve wanted but dare not speak, with the smell of him, the taste of him. You bite his lower lip, and he gasps, you untuck the front of his shirt to feel his stomach, to touch the line of hair beneath his navel. You always wondered how the dip in his back would feel and by the way he squirms under your fingers it seems like he’s ticklish there.

His hand has wandered up your skirt, and his fingers are on the edge of your panties. You remember what they felt like inside you, you’ve been remembering what they felt like since you left home that summer. You want to feel them again.

“Hey lovebirds, we’re going to another club! Wanna come?”

It’s one of Calebs friends, he pries himself off you to turn to him and the guy laughs, full throated.

“Jesus Christ man! Go home, the two of you! Never need to see you look like that again, I’m scarred for life!”

Before either of you can respond, he’s gone.

The spell between you seems broken and you wipe at your mouth, fumbling to get your purse.

“Hey, can we go home now?” you say, and your surprised to hear your voice is trembling.

“Are you okay, pipsqueak?” he says, sounding equally overwhelmed.

“Yeah just, it’s too loud. I need to sleep, I’m still tired from the trip.”

“Yeah, let me get you home. I’ll make us dinner.”

You walk home in silence and the distance between you is back. It starting to sprinkle and the rain is ice cold. You slip of your heels so you can both move faster, and he laughs at that. You purposefully jump into a puddle to wet his jeans, and he swears. For one moment you’re just with your brother, playing like always.

You get back to the apartment and the mood is immediately tense. You feel addled, like you’re drowning, and you don’t know which way is up. You can’t deny what just transpired between you, that Caleb almost definitely had feelings for you, but you can cling to the hope that perhaps this is just a phase. You can’t lose your family again.

You quickly make your way back to the bathroom, jumping in the shower to wash off the makeup and sweat from the club, and put on your unsexist pyjamas. Ones you’ve worn for years, that Caleb is most certainly familiar with.

Perhaps the pretend girlfriend ruse just went to his head, like he said.

When you come out, he’s rummaging through his tiny fridge. Theres a small single burner in his cramped kitchen.

“I might have to go out for groceries.” He says, standing to face you.

He’s still wearing his club clothes, hair messed up. His eyes are flat, curtains drawn closed.

“Oh, I’m starving.” You say.

He gives you that calm smile. “Great,” he says, “I’ve missed cooking for you.”

When he leaves you unpack the rest of your things and make the couch up with some spare sheets you find. His bed looks hard, so you sit on it to test. Its more comfortable than it looks, and it smells like Caleb.

You sigh deeply, laying back to flip through your phone. A few of your friends from back home have messaged you and you reply to them, hoping that their holidays are going well too.

After some time has passed you wonder when Caleb will be back, you sit up to look around his apartment. The sheets are rough on your legs, military issue, and the small room is spare in a way that makes it very Caleb.

There’s not much on his study desk, a half-finished model and a framed picture of you both. The only object you’re not familiar with is a small, lacquered box. Perhaps that’s why it had caught your eye, so you’d flipped it open.

It contains only three foil squares with the obscene text LARGE printed on each.

“You wanna try it out?”

You snap the box shut, his sudden return has startled you. He’s standing in the open doorway holding groceries and smelling of rain.

When two people are as intimate as you and Caleb, they can develop a language all of their own. A series of in jokes, references and gestures that are understood only by a native speaker.

His eyes are molten, and you both know you’ll say yes.

“Who…” you say.

He closes the door behind him, calmly.

“Who are they for?” he asks.

You nod, mutely. He moves into the kitchen.

“Who do you want them to be for?”

You hold the small box, hands sweaty. The rain is coming down in sheets outside now, you can hear it pounding in your ears.

Your stomach is turning in on itself. That last kiss at the club has awoken a hungry voice inside you that will not easily be silenced. Its like every forbidden thought you’ve ever had of Caleb is running rampant inside you. Where you want to touch him, how you want to touch him, how you want him to touch *you*.

“Your girlfriend.” You reply.

His eyes go wide, and he unceremoniously dumps the groceries on the kitchen floor. He slowly approaches where you sit perched on the bed.

“My Skyhaven girlfriend?” he says.

You nod mutely, eyes locked on his.

You can see his chest rise and fall from his laboured breathing, and he’s standing close enough to you that your knees are touching. You see with a shock how visibly aroused he is.

“Are you sure?” he says, voice husky and dark. “Don’t say unless you’re sure. Because I won’t be able to hold myself back.”

Theres a lurking threat to those words, a warning. It feels like this was inevitable the moment you accepted his invitation to come here, the moment you first let him kiss you back when you were 18.

There never was anyone else.

“Alright.” You say.

You’re tense, anticipating him to strike you like a coiled snake, but he gently pushes your shoulder until your laying back flat on his bed. He leans over you, both hands on either side of your head. His eyes are glassy, the lights in them shifting with the rain outside.

He leans down slowly and starts kissing your neck. Its purposeful, erotic, and it sends a shiver up your spine.

“W…wait…” you say, suddenly overwhelmed. He pulls back to observe you again.

“Just…” you stammer as your hands grip at the front of his shirt, you don’t know what to say. You pull him down onto your mouth.

He kisses you, slow and purposeful. It’s too slow and it’s letting your mind race. You pull him closer, and he lets himself down to lay on top of you. He’s big, much heavier than he looks, and the pressure of it calms you a little. You can’t give yourself room to think.

You deepen the kiss, frantic, suddenly hungry. His breath hitches as you cling to him, hands wrapped around his shoulders. He pushes down harder, seeking contact, and his kisses turn frantic.

He sits up and you claw for him, but he pulls of his shirt in one easy motion and he’s back down kissing you. You wrap your legs around his waist, and the sight of your dorky pyjamas make you wince.

He seems totally lost in the sensation now and his hands are working their way up your shirt. You cringe remembering swapping out your cute bra for your classic comfy bedtime one but then you realise its Caleb, he wont care.

He loves you.

No, stop thinking, you tell your brain, stop it, and you sit up abruptly, pulling off your oversized shirt, then quickly unhook your bra, fling it off the side of the bed and pull him against you.

Stop thinking, just touch, more.

He gives a broken moan at that and presses himself down on you, he’s pushed you both fully up onto the bed and his hips rock up into yours. He is still wearing jeans, and the fabric is stiff and course against your soft pyjamas, but you can feel the length of him press against you. He feels huge, surely not…

He slides a hand up between you to cup your breast, and you make an awful, strangled sound as his fingers brush over your nipple. “Oh,” he says, breathing hard, and so he does it again with intention this time.

You go to cover your mouth, but he grabs your wrist in his other hand, sitting up to straddle your hips as his hands rove over your chest.

“Wanna hear you.” He says, low and husky.

You try to keep the keening out of your voice, letting yourself breathe, when he rolls your nipple between his fingers gently you can’t help but moan.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says, “stunning.”

The tenderness in his voice makes you inexplicably want to cry, you shouldn’t be doing this to him. He is in love with you, you should be stronger than this.

He leans down now and licks gentle across your other nipple and you keen then, loud and shameless. The sound of it shocks you. Encouraged, he takes it into his mouth and sucks. It feels so good you arch up into his mouth.

You feel his other hand leave your breast to move down between you and hear his belt being unfastened. A thrill of anticipation goes through you and the strength of it stuns you. How long have you wanted Caleb like this, how long have you pretended you didn’t.

He leans back to pull his pants down, and you use the moment to pull your pyjamas down. Your mind is all animal need, you want to see him, to feel the length of him. It seems he feels the same way because he’s back on top of you with his jeans around his thighs.

He presses the full length of himself, hard through his boxers, up against your clothed entrance. You’ve never been so close to a man like this before but you’re sure they’re not all this size. He’s always been a relatively large guy, and you suppose its proportional. You don’t even know if it’ll fit.

“D’you… can I…” he breathes out questions through his frantic kisses, his hips are rocking into you with force now, like he’s tipped past the point of no return. You nod and lift your hips against him. He fumbles for the lacquered box, spilling its contents on the bed, and rolls off you to hold you from the side.

His confident hands slide down your belly then under your panties. He lets out a breathy moan at the same time you do, you can’t believe how wet you are. His fingers slide in easily.

“God, you’re so wet for me.” He says tightly, “Can you feel it, Pipsqueak?”

The nickname makes something stir in you, but it feels like every emotion is just translating into pleasure in your heightened state. He slides another finger in, not trying to be gentle, and you realise he’s intent on preparing you so he can fuck you. The realisation shoots a wave of arousal through you.  

He pulls his fingers out of you, making you whine, and he licks at his wet fingers. You don’t care anymore how you sound, especially since every noise seems to make him more aroused. His eyes are dark and focused in a way you’ve never seen before, and he pushes his boxers down to expose the length of him.

He is huge, you think, the tip of his cock glistening wet in the low light of his room. You think, madly, that you should have done this before. That you’ve been wasting time.

He starts touching himself, and you want to touch him too. You reach down gingerly to wrap your hand around his, and he shudders.

“Touch me, please.” He says, jagged.

You’ve never actually touched a man before and you have no idea where to start, so you slide your fingers experimentally up the base. You’ve read dirty books and advice columns, but you don’t feel anywhere near prepared for the real thing. He’s so wet, precum coating your fingers as you tenderly work the length of him. He’s shuddering, squirming under your hands, bucking his hips up in earnest. You thumb experimentally under the head of his cock, and he shudders.

His eyes are squeezed shut letting you watch his face intently, you’re so familiar with all Calebs many expressions but you’ve never seen him look like this before. It feels like pulling back a deeper mask, exposing him in a way you’ve craved for a long time. He presses his head back into the pillow, exposing the length of his throat, and you lean in to press your teeth into the side of his neck while he slowly rocks his hips up into your grip.

You want to see more, see what he looks like totally undone. You wipe your hand off on the bedsheets and he turns to kiss you, seeking contact. You pull back, grabbing one of the condoms. You peel the packet open with your teeth and he looks like he might die from arousal at the sight of it. You want to remember this moment like a photograph, you want to keep him like this forever.

You try to remember what they taught you in sex ed, and you take care rolling it down the length of him. He’s trying to lay still and can see the muscles of his stomach trembling as he fights to control himself. You’ve never felt so powerful.

“Is it… on good?” you say. He nods wordlessly, then moves to roll on top of you.

You press his shoulder back into the bed. When he realises what you mean to do his eyes go round. To be truthful you’re nervous, you’ve never… you don’t know if you should tell him that or not. You try to put it out of your mind. You want to be in control for the first time.

“Let me.” you say, straddling him, pressing your wet entrance against the length of him.

He nods and lays still under you as if he’s scared to move, but you let yourself focus on your own pleasure for now.  

You’re wetter than you’ve ever felt yourself, and the smooth latex glides easily over your swollen clit. He’s so hot and hard for you that it makes you feel heady, greedy. You need to force yourself to take this slow.

You grip the base of him, angling him to your entrance, and slowly start sliding him inside.

He’s making all sorts of noises, his fingers gripping your thighs so hard its starting to hurt, but you’re focused completely on the strange sensation of him slowly filling you up. It feels incredible, sating a hunger that’s been building for years. He’s so big, by far the largest thing that’s ever been inside you, but you’re so wet and aroused that the slight throb from your entrance feels incredibly pleasurable. You feel him inching into you, and when you feel totally full you realise with a thrill there’s still more of him.

You take a deep breath, then sit flush against his stomach. His cock is pressed up inside you in a way that makes you feel dizzy, like your brain is losing control of your body. You force yourself to sit for a moment, adjusting to the size of him.

“Y…you okay?” he says, voice trembling. His words bring you back into the room with him, and you looked down to see his face tense, sweat beading on his forehead. This look of him struggling to keep control, it’s beautiful.

“You’re so thick, Caleb.” You say, and your voice sounds husky, mature. “I feel totally full.”

“Fuck.” He says eloquently, “Fuck!”

You snort, “Alright.”

You let your body choose how it wants to move, and you start rocking gently above him. The simple motion feels so good, the friction a slow aching wave of pleasure blooming up your spine. You grab one of his hands, run it up your body to touch your breasts while you gently ride him.

He thumbs at your nipples and then gently starts moving his hips in time with yours. The sensation changes, and it’s a harder pleasure. Theres so much of him, even his gentle movements feel exaggerated. You let yourself moan, and he moves a little harder up into you.

The head of his cock is dragging against your g spot and the feeling of it is bringing you undone. You feel confident that you’re well adjusted now, so you lean forward to give him move room to fuck up into you. He takes the invitation.

“Pips, I can’t…” he says, and you lean down to kiss him. He kisses up hungrily, biting your lip. Without warning he rolls you both over so he’s on top, and then he really starts fucking you.

You can’t stop yourself from moaning now, constant and loud. Theres so much of him.

“Mine,” he says, husky and dark, “You’re mine.”

You come, and the sensation of you pulsing while he rides you makes you throw your head back. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t relent, but fucks you through your whole orgasm.

He kisses you again, wet and open, letting you keen into his mouth. He looks overwhelmed with the pleasure of it, losing himself in the sensation. It’s good you’re so wet, you think, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to take him like this. He’s fucking into you so relentless, so much, and you can feel his desire in every thrust.

“You want me to come, pips?” he says, and you already feel another orgasm building as your walls clench around him. He feels bigger than before, a gentle ache starting.

You’re pinned under the full weight of him as he’s fucking you into the mattress now, and you can’t do anything but hold on to his shoulders and moan.

“Say it, say you want me to come.” He says, dark and intense.

“Say it.” He says again, grabbing your chin to force you to look at him.

“Please,” you manage, “I want it.”

“Say my name,” he says, “please.”

Your vision feels hazy, “Please, Caleb, come for me.”

“Oh,” he says, a shuddering sigh, “Oh my god.”

His hips snap up into you, and you can feel him twitching inside you, the sensation pushing you over the edge again as you feel yourself grip down on him. He’s coming, you think distantly, so good. It feels so good. You find his mouth with yours, and he’s breathing, keening, his shoulders breaking into a sweat.

He collapses on top of you, the rest of his weight crushing you breathless. You’re both trying to catch your breath, and you tap him on the shoulder a few times.

“Caleb, I can’t breathe.”

He snorts affectionately, kissing your cheek as he pulls himself up carefully, gripping the base of the condom as he pulls out slowly. He ties it off, throwing it into his desk bin before collapsing back down next to you.

You’re both still breathing hard and you roll over to face him. His eyes are shining, and you reach out to touch his face. He catches it with his hands to press a kiss into your palm.

You stay like that until your breathing returns to normal.  He’s still holding your hand, rubbing slow circles onto your wrist, gazing at the ceiling.

“That was my first,” he says, still staring at the ceiling.

You’re surprised, but alarmingly you feel… elated?

“Same.” You say simply, and he turns to face you in shock.

You don’t feel like you have enough of your senses back to process what that means, and so you sit up a little, wincing.

“You okay?” he asks.

“A little tender.” You say, and you can feel your cheeks burning.

He smiles broadly.

“Need me to carry you to the shower?”

You could only manage to take three days off for your visit, but by the time you’re on the light rail back to town, the lacquered box is empty.

He drives you back to the station himself, despite both of you knowing he’ll be late for work.

“Commander can make me run laps, I don’t care.”

He grips your hand the entire time, driving one handed, before finally pulling up next to the light rail. He sits there after he’s parked, his knee bouncing.

“Pips.” He says, staring out the window at the platform, “What does this mean?”

You had been playing house the last few days, Skyhold girlfriend, but there was no point pretending that you hadn’t been getting each other off for three days straight.

“I don’t know Caleb,” you say, gut clenching, “But I can’t lose you.”

He unbuckles his seatbelt and moves to kiss you.

“Never.” He says, “I’ll never leave you.”

You spend the ride home with a strange fluttering in your chest. Maybe, somehow, things could change. Maybe you would be good together as something more. Maybe your friends would understand… Gran…

You believed him when he said he wouldn’t leave you, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t lose him.

[lovesspell]

Eve had tried to be present during the day but they had been eager to end the day and escape to go celebrate their best friends birthday. They trusted Lori to lead the staff in closing up and had grabbed a few extra sweets go before they were on their way back to Linden's house. The sun had come out and it felt like it was going to be an amazing evening, especially with the champagne they had picked up on the way.

"Happ- what the fuck?" Were the first words out of Eve's mouth when Linden opened the door. The shock had hit them so hard that even Amory had landed on a nearby tree to look on in case they were needed. "Jesus Christ in heaven, at least let me step inside. Guess I'm popping this champagne for myself."

Once Eve set everything down, they scooped Pecan up and kissed the top of their head, "I leave you in charge of watching out for them and this is what happens. You believe this shit?" It gave Eve a moment to process the information, to figure out the best way to support and honestly take a breath. They set Pecan down after a moment and turned to Linden finally to pull them into a hug.

"Happy Birthday you wild pain in the ass," they mumbled into their hair, pressing a soft kiss to the side of their head, just standing there like that for a moment. Finally they pulled away, cradling Linden's face in their hand as they looked them over. "Okay, how long? How are you feeling? What do you want to do? Should we scream, we can scream. Let's go through it, I'm drinking some champagne cause wow, but I mean it was a matter of time before the world gave us a kid," they said with a laugh, knowing pretty well who the father must be but in Eve's mind it could have been anyone, Eve was here regardless. Whether Linden wanted to keep the baby or not, they would be there.

✿ Closed starter for Eve (@lovesspell) at Linden's house.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ They had finally woken up from their nap and opened the front door to let Pecan roam about when they saw it, a gift, waiting neatly on the porch like it had been placed there by hand and heart both. A soft little box, tied with ribbon, with a card tucked beneath the knot. Linden blinked, stepping forward barefoot, the wood of the porch warm beneath their feet.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Pecan trotted off with sleepy enthusiasm, sniffing along the edge of the garden as Linden lowered themselves onto the top step. The light breeze stirred the trees, but everything else was still. Quiet. Sacred, almost.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Their fingers worked at the bow carefully. When the card came free, they held it for a moment, smiling at the penmanship, before settling down, cross-legged on the porch. They were already feeling mystified by the day - they were fucking pregnant. And by the time they reached the last line, their vision had gone soft and watery around the edges.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ They were not the sort of person to cry. Not really. Sure, their heart was touched when the older couples at the ranch held hands like they’d just fallen in love, or when a shy little kid finally warmed up and fed one of the horses. But this, this was something else. This was different.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ This was for them.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Linden wiped at their cheek with the heel of their hand and let out a small laugh, watery and breathless. “God,” they muttered, glancing toward Pecan, who was now happily chomping on a patch of clover like the moment wasn’t turning them inside out. Okay, maybe it had something to do with the fact that they were, apparently, about a month pregnant. That definitely bought them a few tears. Hormones and all. They could blame the hormones.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ They rummaged through the tissue paper and pulled the necklace free - simple, lovely, and heavy with meaning. Their fingers hovered over the clasp for barely a second before they fastened it around their neck. Linden wasn’t usually one for jewelry, especially anything that could get tugged on or chewed, but this… this, they wanted to keep close. And besides, they weren’t at the ranch right now. No guests to host. No paperwork to sort. Just them and this little quiet moment that felt like a turning point.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ The rest of the day passed in a soft sort of haze. The last time Eve had been over, everything had felt... messy. Raw. Linden had confessed to sleeping with Jesse and hadn't been sure how anything would land. But now, well, now the world had tilted again. Something new was blooming.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ So when the doorbell finally rang, they practically jumped to their feet, padding barefoot across the living room without even thinking. They pulled the door open, and the second they saw them, the words tumbled out before their brain could filter a single thing: “I’m pregnant.”

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pairing: Spencer Reid x Hotchner!fem!reader warnings/tags: canon divergent ages (just pretend spencer is old enough to be about a decade younger than hotch, alright? We aren't doing any age gaps here), explicit? like smut-ish, alluding to smth steamy (idfk I'm not good at shit like this, alright?), cursing, pov change after the special divider summary: Hotch's younger cousin comes to visit, only not just for him a/n: first of all, absolutely love that song. Second of all, I have to admit that my motivation was very lacking while writing this and it feels like a total flop, but here you go, hope you like it wc: 0.6k

You were seated in the lobby of the BAU, reading a book as you waited on Aaron to pick you up.

Despite the age gap of nearly a decade between the two of you, you had managed to maintain one of those rare bonds ever since you were young. Now that you had moved to DC for work, having this connection had come in useful.

The door opens, but when you look up from your book, Derek and Spencer walk out instead.

"Oh hi, guys," You say as you stand up and walk over to them, your gaze staying on Spencer for a little longer than needed.

"Hey Y/n, it's been a while since you were here," Derek remarks as he pulls you into a hug.

"Yeah, I know," You respond, stepping out of his embrace after a few moments. "How have you guys been, aside from all the catching bad guys?"

"Oh, you know, been doing just fine," Spencer answers, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. "So, what brings you back in town?"

"Got a job not that far from here," You say, "And until I can find a place of my own, Aaron kindly offered to let me stay with him."

At that moment, Aaron walked through the door. "Ah, you're already here. Ready to go?"

As you nod, Derek quips, "You know, if you ever need to get away from your cousin, you know who can call."

"Yeah, Penelope," You quip back, flashing him a smirk before walking off with Aaron. You look back once more, shooting Spencer a glance just for him to understand, then turn back again.

As you look back once more, Spencer can read the message in your gaze.

Meet me at midnight.

You were rarely in DC, and when you were, you were his. Spencer rarely got possessive, but ever since one faithful night a few years ago, it was safe to say he had become besotted with you.

Every time you were in town, the two of you had met up late at night, spending your time with solely each other for as long as you could. There were times where either one of you had wanted to come forward and just tell the others, but you came to the same conclusion every time:

It would only make things more difficult.

Yet when midnight rolls around, Spencer sits in his car with the headlights off, softly smiling when he sees you sneak out of the house.

"Hey-" is all you manage to get out before your words get muffled by the feeling of his lips against yours. As if by instinct, your hands move up into his hair as they softly thread through the strands.

Breaking away for air, Spencer looks at you as if you're the only thing on his mind. "Don't you ever stay away that long again," He whispers breathlessly against your lips.

"I take it you missed me then?" You respond teasingly, unable to repress a light smirk from forming on your lips.

Spencer lightly groans, pulling you in for another kiss, this time a little deeper. "You've already got me down on my knees," He says, his breath still heavy, "No need to be such a fucking tease."

As if to give you a taste of your own medicine, he pulls away and starts driving. Although he keeps his eyes on the road and doesn't exchange a word, his fingers draw slow circles on your thigh.

When he can feel you looking at him, he simply smirks. "Save it for when we get back to my house."

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[haveihitanerve]

I am the lady of a thousand Don Juans

Holy fuck its been a while huh? Jingle Boys is still in the works I swear its just been… an interesting time.. But meanwhile i watched The Meringue Haberdashery and had thoughts so! Here ya go!

Before we start: a meringue is a type of light dessert food and a haberdashery is a clothing store- typically mens clothing and just other clothing accessories. Just to clarify bc sometimes their titles are out of this world lol

Sam setting the scene in case anyone on stage is confused lol to make sure they all know it will be something about sewing(not gonna look at anyone but looking at you aj)

“Very good, very good.” Sam’s little blink of “ok. Yeah. sure aj. This accent.” priceless

“You taught me the needle you taught me the thread you taught me the sew you taught me the stitch” sam i was really hoping this was gonna rhyme it had such rhythm

“I only show you the way” wow aj going philosophical on us

“The needle shows you the way.” *leans back and smiles in proud of himself aj*

“... how is that different from teaching?” wow ok sam let him have his moment gosh lmaoo

“No no no no no” *taps temple because duh sam you just don't get ittttt*

“You will, don Juan, you will.” Sorry- AJ did you just call Sam by the name he gave you?... just checking

“How is your wife.” I see you aj trying to further the plot but that was a wild convo shift lol

“She is still very sick. Don Juan.” I assume that Tom just muttered something that was something akin to both of them being called the same name which made Aj break character and look at him and then Tom was just like *no don't look at me keep moving* with the casual spinning of the fingers to indicate wrap it up or wtv idk im guessing but it makes me happy

“Narakinyo.” Just plopping this here as an account of who is named what

“You did a fine job you did.” It scratches my brain correctly when Aj emphasizes certain words like when he goes “huge fucking katanna” or does his “i hate you” shtick idk just mentioning

“We never tell her that ey?” *lifts hand for high five that Sam doesn’t respond to* if i had a nickel for every time AJ wanted to high five Sam while speaking a different accent and was momentarily denied I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but its weird that it happened twice

Its ok guys Sam does actually give him a high five for this one. Unlike in the paella one who’s name I can’t think of rn

“Ah yes a memory…” The smile i cant its so cute- Sam like “please motherfucker understand” and AJ’s just like “what the fuck are you doing bro” 

“I think thats where I was- I’m confused.” 😭 you got him to break character and the fourth wall to admit to confusion sam how

“I was walking along the street-” *completely ignoring Sam and not focusing on his flashback at all* Sam: *well shit lemme just get up again then* oh ok. (Also- are we not gonna point out that even if AJ was just narrating his flashback- neither Luke nor Tom made any effort to help Sam out like lmaoo give him nothing guys we love)

“... could i have some details please?” Sam asking for the people and AJ almost breaking

“I was thrown off by the child.” AJ’s helpless shrug 😭 precious

“I heard a child singing outside-” *pauses for dramatic effect and Luke does an absolutely incredible mimic of Sam*

“Nikita.” ok so Sam has forgotten the whole name but he has the vibes- honestly AJ why do you always pick the most complicated names😭(i know we joke that they use the same names a lot but can you honestly blame them with AJ throwing these fucking names out there all the time???lmaooo)

AJ just fucking done and smacking the shit out of Sam is priceless

Sam just using the opportunity to hide his face from the crowd and laugh because he honestly has no clue either

“You fookin stupid sometimes-” love the way Aj says this. 

“Im sorry okay! I mean you can- sew a waistcoat perfectly but you cannot sew a narrative together.” damn sam. That was smooth

“Okay.” *hand movement* “I understand where you are going now- and we’ll recap and re-fuckin-wind.” poor babies lmaoooo

“Nikina Nikinya” (both of these are wrong) “was a child and not my wife,” (im sorry a wife was in the equation?????) “who I thought-” Aj. delightful chaos creature that you are. I don't know that I’ve ever heard someone refer to their partner or wife as their little one unless- its a child. But uh. Yeah. ok. Sure. clarification is key. 

“There she was!” “...the little child..?” “The little child. We’re going with this.” Aj not making eye contact and staring into the audience like theres someone looking down the barrel at him is crazy 

“I was in flow.” The most passive aggressive twist and look at Sam like “are you gonna interrupt me again or let me tell the story now with my word choice?” you do you king

AJ: Like a bird through the sky. It landed it went- *realizes wtf he’s saying and where this has to end* straight- *covers mouth with his hand like the victorian lady that he is while laughing* through her eye Sam: *equally realizing what a fucked storyline he’s built* *covers mouth in equal distress and attempt not to laugh*

“Ah so sharp…” AJ???? That sounded so genuinely upset wow

“And as I pulled ze string-” AJ!!!! Ughhh… the crowd catches on immediately bc ofc aj baby you were shocked and horrified and now you're making it worse???😭

“Don juan.” Aj once again calls Sam by his own name but wtv they can both be don juan

“If you want to live it… y'know then go for it!” *shrugs, unbothered king* LMAOOO both Sam and Aj laughing at his pure insanity is always a treat

Sam pulling a lovely life lesson out of the horrifying story and Aj just smiling because “yeah sam. Sure.” 

“Ill always teach you lessons-” “oh so now you do admit you teach me!” Cheeky lil shit Sam but hes a delight so we’ll allow it lol

Unamused and yet amused AJ. “I got ya! :)” “...very good.” 

Aj: *turns to leave* *turns back* Sam: *waiting for expansion of plot* AJ: *nah fuck that* I’m going to take a “power nap” Sam: *loses it because wow that came outta left field*

Oh no luke is a sickly victorian child…

OHHHH HES THE SICK WIFE. i get it. Im only slightly slower than aj yall give me a second

(Babette is a womans name- however is this instance I do believe Sam meant for it to be a cutesy loving nickname- in which case it means Little God. hes calling his wife his little god… anyway)

“Sopa.” Yes Luke slay with your spanish. “Sssssoup?” Sam struggling on Duolingo. “Yes!” Luke is so happy for him lol

“Have you ever wondered why… why you and him have the same name?” YES LUKE. YES. CALL THEM OUT. OH YEA. YESSSSS LMAOOO

The mischievous lil smirk right before he says it too and the way sam fights for a second but honestly its not his fault because he said the name first- Aj also leaning into frame because he’s rocking back and forth from laughter and looking at Tom like “oh thats what you were saying.” XD

“Thats what I’m sticking with thats what happened.” Makes eye contact with crowd. 😭 you go sam!

“He has no ambition!” Sam offended on AJ’s fake characters behalf. “Hes had a rough year??” The look he gives of disbelief lmaooo and Luke just like “ugh so???” queen.

“For many years his daughter was alive and healthy-” (Sam sees where he is going with this and already has to stop the laugh from escaping because wow Luke. wow. Low blow i gotta say but he is committing) “Yet the shop stayed the same size. Why?” (Maybe i’ve seen this clip before or maybe he says it the same every time but i swear i've heard luke say “why?!” like that exactly before…)

“Porque?” yes Luke, the reason sam didn't answer was because he didn't understand your question- it was a language barrier problem- and not because hes busy shoving his fist into his mouth to avoid laughing at your audacity XD

“If you observed my mime carefully I did get you a spoon from the drawer!☝️” (let us rewind the tape shall we?: Sam opens the cupboard and pulls out a can, opens it and pours it into the pan that I’m amusing was already on the stove elsewise he’s pouring soup over his stove…anyway-[it was already there, he messed with it in the beginning]he puts the can back??? And closes the cupboard. Turns on the flame. Takes the pot off the flame as he moves a pace to the left and stirs it, sets the pot down to argue with luke, opens top cupboard this time, removes a bowl?, ladles soup into it, then opens the drawer, takes out spoon[we assume], sticks it in bowl, closes drawer, and serves it to luke…mmmm. He has passed the test of stagecraft…for now)

SAM TAKES BACK THE SOUP SPOON THAT HE’D ALREADY PLACED IN THE SOUP AND PUTS IT BACK IN THE DRAWER WITHOUT CLEANING. (i’d be more upset if it weren't mime- i’d be less upset if they didn't make such a big deal out of their stagecraft all the time and then made such egregious errors such as this🙄lmao)

Sam: *sweetly contemplating retiring options fro Don Juan for him to find closure and meaning again* Luke: *death. He should find death* bullets? Sam: *excusemewtflukehuh-* wh-what? Luke: *oh shit that was an inside thought* oh hm? Oh i have fever ohhhh LMAOOO

Aj standing up and ending the scene and then marginally flicking his fingers gently at Tom to get him to stand and join the scene🫠my heart-

Tom just weirdly arching his back and leaning forward and trusting Aj to please don't drop me

Omfg they work so well- Luke calling out faintly “papa! Papa! Papa!” and Aj clocking(finally) that its like his trauma flashback and jerking unexpectedly and Tom immediately going “Yep he just ruined my suit and my life” and jumping to be an angry customer… *chefs kiss* they're so good

Also I fully believe Tom just wanted an excuse to slap Aj lmao

“Do not make me point my dick at you in rage!” Tom firstly what secondly aj did not expect that and laughs beautiful

Tom just yells incoherently: captions: [angry Tom>:(]

Sam making the exit bell noises😭 they are so extra and yet its not nearly enough its so perfect

“He was-he -hea ahdhye- usth-” [reboot required :D] poor babyyyyy🤧

Aj shaking with silent laughter as he just bends over the chair to not have to look at the audience and Sam slowly approaching and placing a comforting hand on his back🫠

“You went full Porky Pig just then!” Sam! You’re supposed to be helping him not break him completely lol!

Aj wiping actual tears from his eyes???? Precious baby

Does a [don't touch me >:(] shrug away

Im sorry- is aj about to stab sam??? I don't like the way he’s examining the needle…

Aj being fucking terrifying- “Do you ever think, maybe, its possible to put the needle so deep inside of your own mind- that you can pry out all the memories that you don't want?” this is… such a grieving and heartbreaking line and oh wow… chills. Ouch that hurts

And then Aj immediately fumbles for words and has to reboot a second lmao

“Oh i- i will just go heh!” *does like a weird squat thing and spreads arms out* sam i would run. Because thats terrifying and he’s clearly not agreeing hes just being… difficult? Idk the word for it but run

“NOOO!” “AHHHH!” guessed it

Aj- hang on- so imma recap this for yall- ajs mother came from spain to england- im assuming since Haberdashery is a very english thing- spat him out via other lips the second she breached the haberdashery door- he started crawling immediately after birth while his mother was fully able to walk and fucked off again- as he was crawling he found a needle looking wooden splinter- because a newborn child and a needle is a great combination- and used that to build the entire fucking shop. All caught up? Great. Sam you lied before- Aj can sew together fucking fabulous narratives 

All of the boys also losing it at his joke- and the way he says “whole shop.” 

Ok wait this is actually so sweet and twisted- Babette obviously has some ulterior motives- but Don Juan clearly loves Don Juan and wants him to just rest and live out the rest of his days in peace and grieve properly- but Don Juan is getting paranoid and wants to hold onto his shop with everything he has because he had it with his daughter and now Don Juan is trying to take it away from him and arghh

“Like a meringue under a hammer!” Sam trying realll hard to get the Meringue part of this title into there lol

“Nikita nina.” Guys. no. not. Anyway

“Has your daughter been saying this to me from beyond the grave? NO! *vehement denial*... my wife on the other hand *eyyyy cheeky mischief*” i love their acting

Another aj recap- he throws a needle at Sam(im assuming its just a needle and not just a wooden splinter) and declares hes gonna bulldoze the whole building- everything he has built and worked for for years of his life and is refusing to let go of but now willingly destroying because yeah that makes sense- and is challenging sam to see if he can rebuild it the way he built the shop from scratch when he was freshly womb-freed child. 

Sam has now grown cocky instead of empathetic. “I’ve got a lunch appointment in an hour. I suppose i've- with my skills i will have time to rebuild.” yall. Are. fucking. Haberdashers!!!! Not. carpenters? House builders??😭 no wat why am i questioning sfth logic. I take it back. Yall slay 

“Just be careful that you don't destroy yourself in the process.” ominous warning i wonder how they’ll incorporate that… “Im going to go for a power nap.” aj never change i beg XD

So Tom is finally in another scene yay!

“You've made a complete recovery!” GASP!!! DUN DUN DUN. did not see this coming wow

“We’re not questioning!!!” *tom being the supportive feminist king* “you do you!” *as always*

Ooooohhh! Luke has been drugging Aj… interesting plot twists Tom.. keep ‘em coming these are delicious

“Who would i be driving mad?” Gaslight gatekeep girlboss. “The doctor?!? Hehe!” Tom i love you you absolute nerd(affectionate)

Woah… so maybe she’s been drugging Sam… the plot twists…

“What are you doing?” Casual, normal child. “Niki-ihita?” (he is ten seconds away from saying nagini i know he is) “What are you doing?” *one eye closed because 🤭🤢*

Luke and Sam working through plot while AJ casually sways in the background examining Luke and Sam’s stagecraft- not a care in the world just :) 

“Who is making you do this- *luke comes out a lil* come on!” Luke really wants you to pick up on the cues that he and Tom dropped about the wife being evil Sam please XD

“I’m.. making me do this.” NO! Luke is done lmaooo “Its your w- your wife-! Your fucking wife!” “Oh sorry!”

Luke’s dismayed head shake and look over at Aj like “what???” oh no damn he actually says it aloud- “are we watching the same thing???” flabbergasted by sam’s lack of picking up his cues lmaooo

“Accountability-” what is that sam we’ve never heard of it theres always a villain. “Yeah its my wife! *done eye roll and shrug* also!☝️ my teas been tasting funny for months!” don't make it sound like a duh moment now sam cmon! XD

Oh shit so i was kinda right she’s drugging everyone. I didn't think one person was given that much medication but maybe she’s been hoarding or smth idk

“Do you ever wonder why you and my father have the same name?” Luke please don't tell me they’re related in some way. I am loving this plot point fixation because of a mistake but seriously where is this going….

“Es verdad.” -that means “Its true” 

Oop he says it too “that means “its true” in spanish.” comes to the front of the stage like fucking dora the explorer lmaoo

“Bambino.” excuse me Sam why are we switching up nicknames at this time? Sighhh

Everyone just wants to slap everyone today huh lol

“I was never sick.” “UAHH! [shooketh sam]” he remains shooketh for quite a second gotta say love the commitment

“I gave him a magnetic sewing needle-” not this again😭 *horrified sam* “and i put a huge fucking electromagnetic [... magnetic what luke…] behind the head of his daughter!” 

“You have been a curse on Don Juans! All the Don Juans in this town!” How many are there???? Also Luke just evilly going “Yeeeees!!” is amazing

“I am the lady of a thousand Don Juans.” fantastic quote

“Time to sew this story up.” the puns are flawless this time around

“We really have to finish the show…” Sam is exhausted poor baby

Evil Luke: *shrugs* so it finishes with the villain winning!! Mwuahahah!

AND SCENE!!! Wooo that was a wild ride but it was a fun one. Honestly these just keep getting better every time i watch a new one(even though they get progressively older but shhh) each one is just amazing. Anywho see yall next time(hopefully next time is sooner than this time was) byebye!!!

@Dawn-speckled @Snek-of-eden @bewilderednobody @scattered-stardust

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“You’re most definitely getting punched.”

The briefing for tonight’s plan began, unsurprisingly, with Marius. Who else could it be? He nonchalantly propped his face against his hand. Honestly, he might as well have been sipping juice while casually adding, "Oh, and he'll probably dropkick you too, no big deal."

You, who sat around the table with Teo and Christy, raised your hand like a diligent student.

"A question!”

“Ask away.”

“You said 'most definitely,' so it isn’t certain. What’s the percentage like?"

Marius, who sat in front of all of you, crossed his arms with a look of contemplation. Since it was a secluded spot, away from the main dance venue, the music was distant. In fact, you could even hear him ponder, “hmm...”

“Ninety-nine-point nine percent.”

“Holy shit!” You couldn’t help but exclaim, but quickly regained your composure. "But only if he’s upset, right? Then, if I keep him entertained—"

"You'll probably get seven words out before his fist flies to your face—this is in the ideal scenario. Why do you think I instructed all the waiters to stay away from his table?”

No wonder I didn’t see any waiters serving their table this whole time!

“I won’t even get to say the introductory line like that! No, I’d be lucky if I even got any word out!”

"Are you seriously considering performing a magic show for them?"

“Well...”

You stared sadly at the small paper bouquet in your hand, crafted to match your idol's eye color and your favorite flower. It seemed that giving this to Aventurine was nothing more than a pipe dream.

“What’s wrong?” Marius tilted his head with an oblivious look on his face.

“Everything?! The magic show aside, going there just to get punched is—”

“So what? Just duck.”

“’Just duck,’ my ass!! Why didn’t you duck that night, huh?!”

“What?! Remind me again, who signed up for all of this?!”

As things were getting personal between you and Marius, Christy and Teo interrupted from the side.

“Guys, I don’t think we have time for this...”

"No, really! He always goes for the face, so it gets predictable after a while! The key is to keep calm!”

Of course, one of this was unlike the others.

Teo continued, “He throws slow punches, too. If it helps, just take a deep breath, focus on his fist, then duck!”

...A tad too cheerfully, if you might add.

No, on a closer look, there was something resembling pride in his face, as if he’d gone through a countless battle and won.

Ah, but Teo... you would know best, wouldn't you? Yet you still tried to reassure me...

You choked, stifling a sob.

Was Big Baddie such a godforsaken menace? What was Teo's superior doing? Ah, right, he got punched, too...

Then what about the manager’s manager?!

This question of yours would be answered later.

"...Besides, if he takes a swing at you, a commotion will naturally follow. Slipping it into his pocket then shouldn’t be any harder than slipping a Band-Aid into someone's pocket mid-conversation? Or did I misjudge your abilities?”

Marius, who’d calmed down, explained. Deep cobalt blue eyes met yours, a glimmer of trust shining within.

“...! Marius... No, I-I’ll do it! If he punches me, I’ll duck!”

And that was how they encouraged you to get punched by Big Baddie.

“Well, just to be safe, here you go.” Marius slid a silver tray toward you, with a neatly folded handkerchief on top of it. “At Primavera, we never compromise on quality. This tray is crafted from—...”

The handkerchief, in particular, caught your eyes. You opened it to see the embroidery of a familiar-looking flower, woven with purple, tosca, azure, and cyan threads. Despite the dim lighting, the colorful threads shimmered with iridescence, as if radiating light of their own.

“It can even deflect bullet—hey, are you listening to me?”

“Eh? Oh, sorry, yeah, so it can deflect bullet, huh?”

You were too preoccupied to notice how outrageous that was.

Marius sighed, before staring at the handkerchief in your hand.

“You like that?”

“Yeah, I mean, this embroidery...”

"I have tons at home, no thanks to a certain idiot. Don’t you dare lose it.”

This time, you caught the inconsistency in his words. But before you could retort, Marius went on.

“Anyway, that thing reflects light like crazy even in the dark. If you feel things are getting dangerous, give it a wave. You have a three-second head start.”

“Got it! Count to three and run!”

“No, absolutely do not run.” Marius cut in; the words ‘are-you-stupid’ written all across his face.

“...Ah.”

You also realized your mistake. The main dance venue was filled with crowds. You also hadn’t accounted those who surrounded Aventurine and Big Baddie’s table! It was easy to imagine what would happen if you were to run in such a scenario.

Perhaps due to the confused look on your face, Marius explained, “When the time comes, you might panic and attempt to escape as quickly as possible, but those are the last things you should do. Instead, stay calm. I’d say this is the most important part.”

You gulped—and also the hardest part!!

“Then, focus on the flow of the crowd and find a gap, break, or split in it. When you see the chance, step inside—not too slow, but not too fast, either. Hold your head high and walk with purpose. Unconsciously, people will make way for you.”

With a faint yet proud grin, Marius taught you how to slip past the crowd. He was probably—no, he was definitely flexing, but this time, you couldn’t argue.

You recalled how he, Tasha, and Christy approached you, Teo, and the others. Naturally, Marius, being the first in line, was the first one you saw.

With languid steps, he effortlessly blended into the crowd, never once bumping into anyone. Despite blinding lights, or the darkness left by their absence, he never lost sight of his destination. His calm and composed demeanor masked any signs of tension or crisis.

It was definitely an impressive sight, not that you’d ever admit this out loud.

“Ooh! Marius is teaching you the technique! Congrats! He considers you one of us now!”

“Don’t worry! We got your back!”

Christy, the brunette with curly hair, winked and gave you a thumbs-up. You’d come to known her for her friendliness and easygoing nature. Teo also smiled and nodded.

That’s definitely reassuring...

“...No, actually, I’d prefer it if you stayed out of this.” Marius touted.

It was Teo’s time to shine.

“C’mon now, Marius. Since a commotion is bound to occur either way, you’ll need to do a lot of explaining later. Moreover, Lady Theia is coming to visit today. That’s where we’ll come in. You and I were in the bar...”

As Teo showed his expertise in dealing with the grouchy manager, you whispered to Christy.

“Who’s this ‘Lady Theia’?”

“Uh... She’s our CEO...”

Christy’s expression turned awkward and somewhat uneasy. She didn’t seem to want to elaborate further.

“...I guess it can’t be helped.”

Meanwhile, Teo managed to convince Marius, albeit the latter still seemed dissatisfied.

At the same time, Tasha, the tall waitress with straight black hair, returned to your table. She gave you an apologetic look and handed Marius a sheet of paper, which he promptly passed to you.

“Anyway, before we start, I’d like you to sign this.” Marius sternly stated while staring straight at you.

You stared at the words written in the paper and realized that it was a Non-Disclosure Agreement. Basically, you weren’t to disclose any of tonight’s events to anyone.

“Marius, you...!” Christy, who peeked at the paper from the side, sighed in exasperation.

“We’re basically trusting a random stranger with our internal issue, and I’d rather not have it hanging over my head for the foreseeable future.”

“—No, I get it. Does anyone have a pen?” You interjected before they could start quarrelling.

You thought Marius was just doing his job. Not only was he upholding the prestige of Primavera, but he was also covering his bases to prevent negative rumors and avoid being blackmailed later.

As you signed the paper under Marius’ watchful gaze, he spoke.

“...In accordance with clause three, you will be compensated for your efforts. This situation arose due to my oversight, and I wish to make amends by providing appropriate compensation.”

“Now, ask him for free meals every time you visit from here on out!”

With fiery eyes, Christy smacked you on the back.

“Ouch...”

“Emphasizes on 'appropriate compensation,'” Marius scowled.

Yeah, thought so...

Still, you had to make it count.

When you told Marius about the reward you sought, his deep-blue eyes widened slightly for a moment.

“...Understood. I’ll grant it once and if you successfully complete your duty. Pass me the pen.”

Then, Marius signed the NDA with flourish.

🂡 🂠 🂣 🂠

Afterward, courtesy of Christy, you heard about the incident that involved the waiter, Judith.

The incident took place on the exclusive floor of Primavera, which only accepted reservations. his eagerness to flaunt his wealth. From what you’d heard, the difference between the main dance venue you usually visited and the exclusive floor was like night and day. Moreover, it came with a host of pretentious rules: strict dress codes, no reporters, journalists, or cameras allowed, personal servants only, and so on.

Since it cost an arm and a leg, booking a table was naturally a status symbol. Only the crème de la crème went there—old money, nouveau riche, celebrities, and influential figures—including Big Baddie. Apparently, Big Baddie usually would only dine there—which made sense, given his eagerness to flaunt his wealth.

The case itself was resolved peacefully, with both parties admitting fault. As such, the details weren’t made public.

Of course, the truth couldn’t be farther than that.

Unlike the main dance venue, on the exclusive floor, only the faint, almost inaudible clinking of silverware served as an accompaniment, as any other noises were frowned upon.

“—HOW DARE YOU?! Acting like a smartass now, bitch? You think I won’t remember what I said? You calling me senile?!”

“Eek... Marius, Marius...! You’re bleeding...!”

Amid the symphony of silence, Big Baddie’s bellow and Judith’s cries echoed as she clung to Marius.

Clink, clang, clang...

“Ahem.”

“Ugh...”

That night, even the crowds were unusually noisy. Purposeful and deliberate clattering of silverware against the porcelain plate rang in the background, accompanied by contemptuous, disdainful sounds directed at the ruckus.

“Marius, get a hold of yourself...!”

But no one made a move—not even the CEO of Primavera, who was present and conversing with the wealthy guests that night.

“He’s bleeding! Someone, please...! Call an ambulance...!”

Clink! Clang! Clang! Clang!

“I didn’t sign up for this!”

“Peace and quiet are too much to ask for, apparently!”

“Even a saloon offers a better service than this!”

“How unsightly.”

“Dear lord, take it outside!”

The rattling, clinking noises of expressed complaints and frustrations only grew louder as the gossiping murmurs became more heated. Only then did the CEO of Primavera stepped forward.

“—Is something the matter, Sir Billy Burnett?”

A cheerful, melodious voice that was off-tune with the overall atmosphere.

“Marius, how did things become such a mess?”

A question asked in a clueless, oblivious tone, yet unmistakably conveying, "How could you let things get to this point?"

“...My apologies, Lady Theia, this happened because—”

“—Lady Theia! Please help! This man...”

"Go on, tell her! Tell her everything you said, you lying skank!”

Perhaps provoked by Big Baddie, or driven by self-righteousness after seeing her friend wounded, Judith did exactly that.

"He said we deliberately messed up his order, but my colleagues can confirm that he specifically asked for that item!"

“Is that so?”

‘Serene.’

Such was the word Christy used to describe the CEO—Lady Theia’s—expression at that time.

"It seems that you have yet to understand your position."

If Judith made any mistake that night, it was believing the CEO would take her side.

"In Primavera, the food, the drink, the music, the service, and the staff all exist for one purpose: to provide enjoyment to the guests. If a guest says 'black,' then it is black, and the same goes for the opposite. Yet, you dare to disregard a guest’s wish. Just now, you said that your colleagues will back you up on this?”

“I-I...”

It wasn’t even about who was right and who was wrong.

“Then, they’re all accomplices. Gather them here. They are to receive equal punishment. Sir Billy, deal with them as you see fit. Consider this an apology from Primavera."

“No...!”

“AHAHAHA! That look on your face! Absolutely fucking priceless! Now round them up!” Billy burst out laughing, cracking his fists.

“—If my staff behave unsatisfactorily, it is my responsibility as the manager for failing to properly educate them. The blame and any resulting punishment are mine to accept.”

A solemn, unwavering voice resounded in the air.

“Marius, no...!”

"Oh, is this lovely new recruit from your little village again, Marius?"

A voice filled with panic, and one completely the opposite of it.

“Stay the fuck out of this! You wanna play saint? Fine! How many colleagues does this bitch have? 20? 30?”

“With the addition of the new interns, there are approximately 75 staff members working at this branch.”

A serene, cheerful voice helpfully added from the side.

“Seventy-five punches, then! I’ll smash your head in!”

“Understood.”

Why didn’t Marius duck that night?

“If you back down halfway, your staff will make up for the rest!”

“...”

What about the manager’s manager?

“I shall bear witness and count. At Primavera, we do not offer apologies that are anything less than complete.”

“No... NOOO! I-i-it’s all my fault...! I beg of you...! It was my mistake, I misre—no, I lied, I lied! So, stop this! Please! Please stop! Don’t hurt him!”

In the end, Judith begged on her knees, crying.

Afterward, by a stroke of luck, Big Baddie was called away for an urgent meeting. Although Marius was spared from enduring 75 blows, he still faced consequences from the higher-ups, ultimately leading to Judith's resignation.

Ultimately, no justice was served.

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You had always thought of it as odd.

When the twins stole from Big Baddie, Teo prepared to take the beating. Then Marius stepped forward to take the fall for him. The two readily tried to appease his wrath, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

But now you know why. What else could they do?

Their CEO and even the police refused to do anything about it. Even such a huge commotion was disguised as a case resolved peacefully, with both parties shaking hands and hugging each other.

It certainly wasn’t a solution, and it didn’t address the problem in the slightest. In the future, Big Baddie would surely cause more chaos, and someone else might end up bearing the brunt of it.

But at least, in that moment, someone else didn’t have to suffer.

The same went for your plan tonight.

In reality, what would returning Big Baddie’s wallet and phone even solve?

You’d just be delaying the siblings’ suffering. They wouldn’t suddenly become friends down the road, would they? Letting them endure something they shouldn't for one more night was simply unbearable.

Hence, this whole time, you racked your brain for a plan to put an end to Big Baddie’s atrocities, once and for all.

How to bring about the downfall of someone so high and mighty?

You thought long and hard, even when you were sitting on top of your idol’s lap.

Now, you felt like an idiot for doing so, when the answer was staring at you all along.

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🄾🄽🅆🄰🅁🄳 🅃🄾 【Ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ 10】

Afterword:

I thought it's about time you guys meet Marius! Do tell me if he's anything like you imagined him! ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

[shrimptacodaniels]

all i know is you make sense

AN: pibe squad…this is my debut 😅😅 been trying to find the courage to write for this fandom for so long!! please please lmk what you think. this is (ideally) part one of a series! enjoy

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“Don’t call me again. No, I’m not making any damn promises, Jan. Blackmail doesn’t mean shit to me-you can’t-ugh.” 

Her ragged breaths echo into the space behind the door. A space he can’t see. Jan? Promises? There’s so much he’s itching to know. No. He should be getting back before- 

The door swings open. Josh is frozen. 

He knows this look on her face immediately. He’s seen it countless times before, studied it after a plan gone wrong. Searched for an answer behind her calculating eyes. 

Katrina thinks she’s been caught. 

“How long have you been-“

“Kat...” He. Is. Stunned. From the look on her face, she is too. They stand there for a minute. He doesn’t know what to say and yet he has a million questions. 

But they’re adults. She doesn’t have to share everything with him. That’s how adult friendships work, right? And that’s okay with him. You’re close and you’re honest but not overly so-

And then she yanks him into the room by his wrist. And shuts the door. 

“How much did you hear?” 

Josh thinks on how to answer that. Truly not much, but Kat will spiral if he’s not specific enough. And she’s already pacing. He slides to sit, back against the wall. 

“Well, you weren’t on speaker, so only your side of the conversation,” he starts.

“We were worried about you after five minutes and I really was gonna go after I knocked because I respect your privacy but then you sounded so upset and there was something about blackmail and- and, well…the call ended. And here we are.” 

She presses her palms against her eyes for a moment. Hard. “You’re the only person who knows.” 

“I think you’re really overselling my perception skills, K.” She’s started pacing again. He’s smiling now, but in that way he smiles because there’s nothing else to do. Because he’s worried. “Actually? I’m a little bit surprised with how much I don’t know.” 

Yeesh. No reaction. 

When she slows her pacing enough to meet his gaze, his smile falters. Kat is controlled chaos, the master of spontaneity, a quick wit and a steady hand. Even now, with the pacing and the level voice and the measured steps. But her eyes-

She looks like she’s drowning. A wave ready to crash. A boat about to capsize. 

She needs an anchor. 

“Hey,” he calls softly, “C’mere.” 

Josh pats the space on the floor beside him. He’s careful to indicate the side closest to the door. She should be able to leave if she needs to. It’s something they have in common - they hate feeling cornered. There has to be an escape. 

Slumped next to him, before he can react, is Kat. She’s curled in on herself entirely. Defenses up. 

“Ah-“ he warns, nudging her knee with his “Come on. Look at me.” 

“No.” 

“Katrina,” he tries again, “I have no clue what the hell this is, but you’ve got me. ‘M not going anywhere. Thief’s honor.” 

That gets her. He can just barely see her eyes peeking over her folded arms. 

“You gonna un-ball yourself?”

“If you stop prying,” comes the reply. It’s sharp - sharper than he expected. He winces a bit. 

“No, hey-“ she must have felt him tense. She’s unwound herself now, eyes searching his frantically. “I’m kidding! Swear.” 

Phew. He falls back against the wall with a slight thump. 

“Yeesh man, you got me.” 

“Sorry! Sorry. That was mean. Not mad at you.” 

“‘S okay.” It’s fine. They’re fine. She’s here and he’s here and maybe they can fix whatever’s wrong. They’re always able to. 

He bites his next question back, though, just in case. 

“Can you-“ she starts. He knows what she’s asking. He threads their fingers together and squeezes twice.

You, me. 

One, two. 

A pair. 

“Yeah,” she manages, “thanks.” 

“Mhm.” 

“Okay.” 

“Okay?”

“Okay.” She shudders. “So. That was my ex-girlfriend. Who…is a felon.” 

Oh. Woah. “Uh-huh…” 

“She’s calling for bail. Got arrested again. I blocked her number the first time. And the second. But she somehow keeps getting a hold of me. And-“ 

She falters. Kat stares brokenly at her shoes; her hand is limp in his. He pulls away from her gently, moving his arm around her shoulders. Pulling her in so their sides touch. 

“Kat?” he prompts. 

She lowers her voice. “She’s threatening me. Telling me if I don’t help her out, she’ll make it so I have to join her there. She’s got contacts. Experience. It’d be easy to do.” She laughs. There’s no humor to it. 

“She’s who I went home to after the faire. I broke things off with her that night. You know how insane that was for me? I’d been living with Janessa for 3 years at that point. And you,” she knocks her head lightly against his, “you rocked my world. You gave me the courage to embrace my secret me and kick her out.” She chuckles. 

“I’m the one who called the cops on her the first time. She threatened me with a kitchen knife when I was packing up her things. Nearly cut my finger in two waving it around.” She holds up her pointer finger to him to inspect. There’s a raised line, stark and pale, that traces from the pad of her finger to her knuckle. 

Josh wants to throw up. 

“What evidence does she have against you?” He whispers. His eyes are still fixed on the scar. 

“Josh.” She turns to look at him. Drops her hand. “She knows I’m a thief. She knows about the faire. And she was running crimes while we lived together. Out of my house. Her and her new boyfriend.” She spits the word boyfriend with an almost frightening venom. 

“But you didn’t know that was happening.” 

“The cards aren’t really in my favor either way.” There’s something shaky about her smile. “I can’t go to jail. But if she gets out-“ she shudders again, “-that’s…bad too. It’s a lose-lose.” 

“Hell no it’s not.” Josh decides, then and there, that this is bullshit. He pulls Katrina back into him so their temples are touching. Huddled together. Because he has a game plan.

“Alright. This ex of yours doesn’t know what she’s up against. You’re not giving her bail. Rachel’s gonna figure out how to make you untraceable so she can’t get your number anymore. Any if she tries to pull anything, even still?” He pauses to grin at her. 

“Your best friend is the best damn paralegal in Mountport. I’m no attorney, but I know the law and how to break it. And you, my friend, have not done anything that incriminates you. All charges of theft are under the monetary limit for jail time, and they can’t be proven because we covered our tracks. AND we returned most of ‘em anyway. And you didn’t know about the crimes Janessa committed until after the fact. You reported her, too, which should work against any charge of aiding a-“ 

“Alright, I get it.” She drops her head to his shoulder. There’s a little less tension in her face. Good. 

“You think we’ll be okay?” She asks.

Two squeezes. 

You, me. 

One, two. 

A pair. 

“You kidding?” He squeezes twice again. “Of course we will. Unless Janice burns the lasagna again.” 

She’s up in a flash. “You’re so right.” 

“Onwards, my liege,” he declares, “to defend your oven!” 

They leave the room laughing, and the heaviness stays behind to melt and be forgotten. 

[authorautumnbanks]

How To Tame A Sorcerer (75)

His cock is so hard right now he could split this bed in two. “Kagome,” he groans as his head lulls back. His hands fist the sheets. “What are you doing to me?” They will have to replace these sheets when everything is done, because he’s about to rip them to shreds. His fingers tighten around the fabric. Patience is something he has an abundance of except when it comes to her. He tries. Kami knows he tries, but Kagome drives him insane.

Kagome hums, sending vibrations up his cock. Satoru groans again and opens his eyes. Fuck. He didn’t want her on her knees, but denying her wasn’t an option, either. Her soft lips are stretched to their limits, wrapped around his cock like they are made solely for sucking him off. She cups his balls and tugs, not enough to hurt, but enough to have his heart pounding.

“Gome-chan, you’re killing me.” Damn, she looks so pretty like that. His hair is plastered to his forehead. A testament of how much it is taking him to keep calm. His arms shake.

“You can take it,” she teases as she grips him tight with her other hand. She closes her eyes and nuzzles his cock against her cheek as though it is the best thing she’s ever had. Fucking better be. Satoru grits his teeth. He wants—no—needs to touch her. “Ah ah,” Kagome says. “I’m in charge.”

Satoru chuckles. “I’m going to spank that ass until it’s nice and red.” He inhales as her lips wrap around him again. Maybe it’s the eye contact or the way her cheeks concave so hard. The suction alone nearly takes him out. “Shit, baby.” Satoru tilts his head back. “How is this—fuck!” His hips jerk up and when her tongue lies flat against the underside of his cock, he nearly loses it.

Screw it. His control is in shambles. He’s hanging on by a thread. When he comes, it will be inside of her. He wants it leaking out of her. Wants to rub his come into her skin like lotion. Needs her to smell like him. 

His. 

He bites his tongue. Kagome is his. No one else’s.

Kagome laughs. Oh, she thinks this is funny? Satoru grins down at her. “How will this boost my techniques? Not complaining.” He brushes her hair back and then caresses her cheek. “You’re so beautiful.”

She swirls her tongue around the head. The look on her face is one of pure bliss. “This was to help you relax,” she swipes her tongue across her lips and strokes him. “The boost is this.”

What stroking his dick?

“Kagome!” His energy flares right as his hips surge forward, hitting the back of Kagome’s throat. She gags. Oh, fuck him. They should have set up a camera or something so he can listen to the sound of her sucking him off. His energy flares again and the lights go out. “Shit. Shit. Sorry.” His chest rises rapidly. What the hell was that? “Fuck. Come here.” He helps her to her feet and urges her into his lap. She is soft. So soft. He’ll never tire of touching her.

“The lights aren’t coming back on,” Kagome murmurs.

“Don’t need em’.” He kisses her, internally preening at every sigh of contentment that passes from her lips. As nice as they are, he needs to hear her screaming his name. Needs to hear it like he needs oxygen to breathe. “We don’t need the lights. Can see ya just fine,” he says before kissing her again. She tastes like him.

“I wasn’t done, Toru,” she says right before nipping his lips. “So impatient.”

Wasn’t done? His body is on fire. His balls are so heavy and full. He wants to come right now, and she’s telling him she wasn’t done? There’s more? His energy is humming. How is there more?

“Lie back.” She pushes him down. There’s something about her taking control that sends a jolt of electricity up his spine. His Kagome. Taking what she wants.

“Was gonna fuck you sideways,” he says, resting his arms behind his head as he watches her. Kagome bites her lip as she moves her hand down, searching for him.

Ah. He can see, but she can’t see.

“You need help?” he teases.

“I got it.” Kagome’s fingers wrap around his cock. “I don’t need to see to know where your dick is.”

“Mhmm, handful for ya?” Damn it, he has to touch her. He moves his arms and fondles her breasts. “Love these tits.” Satoru flicks his thumbs across her nipples and then tugs. “Love that ass.” He slides his hands down and grips her hips. Heh, he loves everything about her.

“I said I got it,” she huffs out.

“I’m steadying you,” he quips. With his feet planted on the floor and being so close to the edge of the bed, course he wants to steady her. Not that he’d let her fall, but he doesn’t want to take that chance. “Always got you.”

Kagome hums as she lifts up and sinks down on him. “OH!” She chuckles as her breath comes out unsteady. “Every time.”

“Hm?” He swallows as he forces himself to remain still. This is her time. He can hold out a little longer for her.

“You take my breath away every time,” she says with a laugh.

“I might actually die if you don’t fuck me.” Satoru’s nostrils flare. She’s killing him. Staying still is taking a bigger toll than being locked in that prison realm. His energy is fluctuating, and the need is building. Needs to fuck her. Needs to get this energy out. And there’s more? He might not be able to handle it.

Kagome lifts her hips and teases him. “What’s wrong, Satoru? Can’t handle it.” She snaps her hips down and her energy wraps itself around him again.

Fuck!

Something crashes in the distance. Maybe a lamp or a window. He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t care. As long as nothing crashes down on them—on her, then he doesn’t care what breaks in the process.

Kagome stills. “Satoru?”

“Let the world burn. Keep rocking your hips just like that.” The stars could be falling right now. Hell, curses could be swarming the cities in droves. He can’t find it in him to care. Not even a little. Not when Kagome squeezes him just like that. Not when she moans every time she sinks down on his length. “Fuck Gome-chan, you feel so good,” he coos.

This is torture. The way her walls tighten around him, strangling him. It’s torture.

He wants to bend her over and slam into her. Wants her pussy on his tongue. His eyes roll back. That would be good. So good. He loves the way she tastes. Loves the sounds she makes. He should do that. Put them both out of their misery.

“Satoru,” Kagome warns. She lightly scratches his abs.

“I’m being good.”

Kagome hums, and this time, when she pulls off, she doesn’t sink back down. “Don’t you dare,” she says.

She’s edging him. Has to be. Satoru tosses an arm over his face and groans, even though the need to have her is so great he could cry. Kagome’s tongue flicks out, and he sighs. It’s almost enough to placate him.

“Abs do it for ya,” he jokes, moving his arm.

“You’re so big.”

His cock twitches. Maybe it’s the words or the wonderment in her voice, but damn, does that fill him with pride.

Kagome dips her tongue into his belly button and swirls it. She smiles as she continues to tease him. “Really love these abs.”

“Baby, please,” he begs.

“You are so impatient,” she huffs out. Kagome kisses his stomach and then sighs as she leans back. “Is this what you want?” Her hand grips his cock and strokes.

Fucking tease.

“I need to be inside of you.”

She wriggles her nose. “Lights back on.”

“Gome-chan,” he whines. “I don’t control the lights. Besides, I can see for both of us.”

“You caused them to go out,” she grumbles, moving away from him. His hands shoot out to steady her. “You may not need the light, but I do.” She brushes his hands away. Satoru sits up and tilts his head to the side. What is she looking for?

“You need the light because?”

“I can’t tie you up if I can’t see,” she mutters.

Tie him up?

“Gome-chan, come on,” he pleads. His cock is so hard it hurts. “I’ll be good.”

“Promise?” She opens the nightstand drawer and feels around. Satoru groans. He doesn’t want to lie to her, and he’s not sure if he can promise to be good when he wants to touch her. “Satoru.”

“Okay. Okay. You can tie me up.” He spikes a hand through his hair and gets up. “I’ll grab my phone.” Damn. Her ass is right there. Satoru grins.

Smack!

“Satoru!”

“I’m not tied up yet,” he quips. Satoru bites his lip and then sinks down to his knees. “Just a taste, yeah?” He wraps an arm around her waist and flicks his tongue against her lips. Oh, she tastes like heaven. He sheathes his tongue inside of her. If he could, he’d live here. He’d keep his tongue inside of her for the rest of their days if he could. Nothing compares to the sweetness of her wetness on his tongue. Kagome moans and arches her back, pushing her ass back against him. He slides a finger, followed by another, and fingers her as he laps at her puffy lips. “Love you so much, Gome-chan.”

“Satoru!” she gasps. Almost there. He’s got her right where he wants her. “I’m going to—ah!”

He’s drowning. Drowning in her taste. Ribbons of come drip from her and coat his chin. Another one. He needs to give her another one. Her energy wraps around him again and he swears it tugs on him like she’s giving him a supernatural hand job.

“Coat my face, just like that,” he praises. “My Kagome. That’s it.” He could get drunk off her. His energy flares again and the lights flickers for a few seconds before staying on.

“Bed,” Kagome moans. “Get on the bed.”

“You’re serious about tying me up?” He pulls back and eyes her ass. His mouth waters. Oh, he’s going to do it. Satoru kisses the right cheek and then bites it.

“Satoru!”

“Always wanted to take a bite out of you,” he jokes. Kagome looks over her shoulder and gives him a look that falls flat. She’s going for serious, but she looks so fucked out of her mind that he can’t see anything but pleasure. “Sorry, sorry,” he says as he kisses the bite mark. Satoru stands and kisses her shoulder. He rocks his hips and cradles her stomach with his hand. “Could make us both happy. Just gotta bend over.” He nips her ear and smirks at the inhale of breath. “Come on Gome-chan, ya know you want it.” He slides his cock between her thighs and groans.

Torture.

This is torture.

“On the bed, Satoru,” Kagome says as she turns around. Satoru pouts. Damn, she is serious about this. “Now, Toru.”

He sighs, exaggerating the motion as he moves away from her and climbs on the bed. “Those aren’t going to hold me,” Satoru points out as he crosses his arms over his chest. Kagome quirks a brow and holds up the blue rope.

“Sure, they will.” She throws one leg over his waist. “Hands together.”

Satoru bites back the grin. Fine, he’ll humor her. He holds out his hands together and then blinks. “Have you done this before?”

“Nah, but you get kidnapped enough times, you pick up certain things.”

“Kagome.”

“Shush.” She leans forward and takes the other end of the rope and loops it through the headboard. Satoru swallows. Her tits sway in front of his face. He leans forward right as she leans away. “Okay, try it.”

“I was trying to,” he grumbles as he gives the bindings a tug. Huh. He tugs again, but no luck. Satoru wets his lips. “Binding vow on these restraints?” His stomach tightens.

Kagome chuckles as she reaches around and grips him. “All me.” She moves back and sinks down on him. “All mine.”

He clenches his fingers. The helplessness is killing him. He wants to touch her. Kagome bites her bottom lip as she lifts her hips. She stares at him, and he swears with one look she could take his soul. “Baby, don’t tease me.” So, what if he’s begging? He’s not ashamed. “Gome-chan.”

“Try not to take the lights out this time,” Kagome says, slamming her hips down. Her power seeps into his body. Overflowing.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He doesn’t know where his begins or when hers ends. Their energy intermingles, and the overstimulation sends his body into hyper drive. He comes with a shout and nearly breaks the headboard from how hard he tugs on the restraints.

Bang! Crash!

The lights go out. His vision goes black. His body is hot.

“Satoru.” Kagome laughs. Her nipples brush against his chest. “We’re not done.”

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A/N: Happy Sunday! They'll need another room after this. Sorry for not answering any questions this update. Fanfiction is currently down, so I can't see them at the moment and I didn't want to put off this update. It's my anniversary and we're going to check out a new Korean BBQ spot. Promise to answer questions next update!

Take care! Have a wonderful Sunday and a wonderful week. Get plenty of rest tonight and make sure to drink lots of water. And take your vitamins! Make sure to fill your well.