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show off - eren jaeger x afab!reader x jean kirschstein, 18+!!

something wild and wicked came over me while considering the dynamics of the erejean threesome, and i realized we all deserve to see the incident that started it all. this is the official part 2/prequel to three's a... and it is very very fun and tasty. i feel like i haven't been posting as much, so i am super excited to get this up. i hope you guys enjoy as much as i did writing it :) it's also from eren's pov which you guys know i adore

pairing: jean kirschstein x reader, eren jaeger x reader, a lil bit of eren x jean tension but nothing physical

wc: 6.2k

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

CWs: swearing, smut, threesome, implied internalized homophobia??? (literally just like, a pinch. eren has a "no homo" moment at the end lol), oral sex (male receiving), pet names (slut, brat, bitch, baby, princess), eren's a bit of a hard dom in this one, degradation, humiliation, penetrative vaginal sex, thick tension between eren and jean, eren's a menace

enjoy :)

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Eren should be mad.

Eren should absolutely be mad, waking earlier than normal and padding into his kitchen, finding this scene waiting for him. You, wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts and a stringy thong and leaning over the counter enough to make that fact exceedingly obvious, and Jean, his roommate and friend since high school, shirtless and smirking, flirting over coffee. When he announces his presence, the shame and surprise on both of your faces is evident enough to confirm his suspicions; there’s definitely something building between the two of you, and whether it be a harmless crush or more, it’s there. Eren should be mad.

He’s just…not.

Despite his constant struggles to bite back his temper, especially when it comes to you, Eren surprises himself by the pointed lack of red in his vision. The heat’s still there, though; something coils in his chest that reminds him of anger, has the same flavor and the same spark, but none of the pulsing rhythm is there. Only something slow and catching, simmering in the pit of his stomach.

You come over again that night, winding up snuggled into his bare chest and intensely concentrating on the newest episode of Game of Thrones that Eren’s been dying to watch, but can’t bring himself to pay attention to. The image of this morning, you and Jean leaning into each other and smiling conspiratorially over whatever conversation had been struck up, is burned into his brain. And he’s still not mad.

“Do you want to fuck Jean?” Eren doesn’t parse his words; he’s no good with them anyway, and he’s a straight-to-the-point person as it stands.

“What?” You shoot up off his chest, eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed accusingly at him. “What gave you that idea?”

Eren’s not buying it, though; there’s a little flush rising to your cheeks, and it betrays you. Not only do you flirt with Jean when Eren’s not watching, but you do want to fuck him. And Eren’s just not mad.

“You two were flirting in the kitchen this morning– I saw you,” Eren snorts when you try to interrupt him in protest, “and it’s not like we both haven’t known about Jean’s little crush on you for the last couple months.”

“We’re friendly,” you shrug, looking down into your lap guiltily, “we’re trying to be friends.”

“Well you’re both doing a damn good job of it,” Eren rolls his eyes.

“I’m sorry if I made you mad, I wasn’t trying to be flirty with him, I just–”

“Want to fuck him,” Eren finishes for you, carefully watching your reaction. You scowl at him, irritated, but your heart’s not in it, he can tell.

“Why are you so stuck on this idea of me wanting to sleep with Jean? I’m sorry if I went a little too far in the kitchen earlier, but that doesn’t mean I want to fuck him.”

“You keep bringing up this threesome idea,” Eren strikes right where he knows your mind’s already headed, “is it because of Jean? Is he the guy you want us to fuck?”

“You said you’d never do that,” you bite into your lip, suddenly so embarrassed. Eren’s overcome with a sudden urge to comfort you, to smooth the crease between your eyebrows and tell you that it’s okay. It confuses him, and he knows he can’t do that without betraying whatever…odd feelings are brewing in his stomach at the idea of you and Jean together, of you Jean and Eren together.

“Is it Jean?”

“It’s not Jean,”  you huff, crossing your arms like a petulant child.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not–”

“I mean, if it was going to happen, I’d rather it be Jean than some fucking rando.”

Eren’s caught you off guard, and he can tell. Your mouth hangs open a little, trying to mouth the words that you want to say, but nothing comes out. The flush on your face grows deeper, and Eren wants to kiss you. He’s always loved this about you, that you’re so filthy deep down, but you get so shy about telling him what you really want.

“W-why is that?”

“At least he’s our friend,” Eren shrugs, trying to seem nonchalant despite the bulge that’s already starting to grow in his pants at the thought, “he wouldn’t cross any lines or pull out any crazy shit on us.”

“I guess so.” You’ve returned to fiddling with the hem of your shirt, avoiding his eyes. Eren reaches out, tilts your chin up to look at him.

“C’mon, be honest with me. Is it Jean?”

“Maybe a little.” Your words may be reluctant, but your eyes have taken on that glossy, distant look that Eren knows so well. It is Jean.

Eren pauses to wonder what you’ve fantasized about in the dark, what you’ve been holding back from him. Maybe one in your mouth, one thrusting into you from behind? Riding one and taking the other down your throat? The pictures that flash through his brain have a groan threatening to slip from his lips, the raw hotness of it cutting straight through the weirdness that he’s sitting here, staring at his girlfriend, and thinking about Jean with a tent in his boxers.

“Would you do it? If you were put in the right position?”

“I…yes. I would.” Your words come out in breathless gasps; oh, you have it bad, for both of them, Eren realizes. You catch yourself before he can drag you down too far though, reining yourself in with an airy chuckle. “But I doubt Jean would even go for it. He doesn’t seem all too freaky.”

“You never know,” Eren concedes, letting the matter lie for now and pulling you back into his chest, “but you would do it, right? If he was into it.”

“If you both were, then yeah, absolutely.” Eren can feel you subtly rubbing your thighs together, and he smirks above your head where you can’t see him.

“Maybe one day we can ask him.”

A lighthearted laugh shakes your frame. “Yeah, maybe one day.”

From then on out, Eren can’t escape the plaguing thoughts of you and Jean and himself, tangled up together in a mess of sweaty limbs. Images of you gagging on Jean while Eren has a hand on the back of your head, shoving you further along his length, keep him distracted while he’s at work. Making himself cum into his hand in the shower thinking of watching Jean, face between your legs and two knuckles deep in you, Eren telling him how to make you cum, how to make you scream.

It’s become a private obsession for him, one he can’t run away from. Eren has you over at the house every night nowadays, insisting he’s been going through a lot at work and he misses your company. You, being the sweet little thing that you are, have no idea that he’s watching, baiting Jean into coming clean.

Eren has happened to “lose” all of his sweatpants but one pair, forcing you to walk around their apartment in those short little sleep shorts you favor, or ideally, just your panties and a t-shirt. He observes Jean as you pitter patter around their kitchen, keeping track of just how many times Jean’s eyes flit to where the shirt rides up as you reach for something high in the cabinets. He’s not just watching Jean, he’s watching you too; the way your breath hitches in your throat when Jean slicks his hair back, when he stretches, arms over his head, and lets a little slip of skin show.

And when he can find the presence of mind to focus, late at night with your mouth on him or his face buried between your thighs, Eren listens closely, and he’s rewarded. There’s the telltale creak of feet on the carpet, of someone lurking just outside of Eren’s barely-cracked, “accidentally” left-open bedroom door. If he listens close enough, sometimes he swears he can hear little grunts and groans coming from across the hall.

You two want each other badly enough that it’s practically weighing the air down, and Eren’s not mad, he’s frustrated. You’re both so shy, so clearly uncomfortable with the attraction between each other, how is he ever going to manage to get you both to just say it?

It turns out that Eren’s not just an observant hothead, he’s a lucky observant hothead.

It’s been three weeks since you let Eren in on your little crush, three weeks of mind-numbing observation and little bits of bait thrown out, but neither you nor Jean have risen to any of it. It’s not until you’re finishing up dinner with Eren in the kitchen, wearing nothing but a tank top and the tiniest shorts he’s ever seen, that Jean comes home, sweaty and out-of-breath from the gym, and Eren sees his opportunity.

“Hey,” Jean breathes out in greeting, whipping his sticky shirt over his head and tossing it to the ground.

“Hi, Jean,” you smile amicably at him through the doorway. Eren watches as Jean’s expression lightens, the corners of his eyes crinkling with a wide smile.

“You save me something?”

“Always.” You shake a full Tupperware container at him meaningfully before sliding it into the fridge.

“You’re too good to me,” he whistles, hands running through his hair, “I’ll get to it after I shower.”

“How was the gym?” Eren makes his presence known, looking up from his phone where he’s seated at the dining table they’ve put just outside the kitchen. Jean meets Eren’s gaze with an all-too-obvious blush rising to his cheeks; Jean always gets that little embarrassed look when Eren catches him flirting with you.

“Fine,” Jean shrugs noncommittally.

“Any cute girls?” Eren asks, returning his gaze to his phone. He can viscerally feel the startled look you give him, the stuttering of Jean’s fluid movements next to you across the room, getting a cup from the cabinet.

“What?”

Eren lifts his gaze to find exactly what he expected: Jean, subconsciously having drawn just a little too close to you for comfort, glaring over at him; you, eyes wide and questioning, the slightest hint of a frown creasing your forehead. Eren lets an easy smile grace his mouth, shrugs.

“Were there any hot girls at the gym?” 

“No,” Jean answers carefully, slowly pulling his arm down, cup in hand. Eren doesn’t miss the way the two of you glance at each other, the unsaid what the fuck? passing between you two in the air.

“I figured as much,” Eren shrugs again, scrolls on his phone, “not like you’d notice, considering how much drooling you do over my girlfriend.”

The words hit the floor like a shattering glass, spreading a heavy, thick silence over the room. Eren doesn’t dare look up from his screen, doesn’t want to disturb the aura of casual conversation that he’s worked to establish. He can’t jump in to reassure Jean that he doesn’t mind the other man’s flirtation and ogling glances, not too quickly. Eren has to spin this just right, back the both of you into the corner you so desperately want to be in.

“Eren,” you finally hiss, scowling at him. Eren knows you must be confused, but you’ll understand in a moment if he can play his cards right. “What the hell?”

Jean, for his part, is stock-still and bright red, looking between you and Eren like a deer caught in headlights.

“Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t know,” Eren rolls his eyes and stands from the table, leans against it with his hands in his pockets, twitching with anticipation, “we’ve talked about his little crush on you.”

“I– I don’t,” Jean tries to stutter out a rebuttal, but Eren cuts his words short with a cool, calculated grin.

“Yeah, you do,” Eren saunters over to the kitchen to place firm hands on your shoulders, turning you to face Jean, “but if you haven’t noticed that she has a little crush on you too, then you’re blind.”

“Eren!” Eren can hear the panic in your voice, can feel your shoulders tense up with embarrassment, but he’s hardly paying attention. His eyes never leave Jean, watching as the muscles of his chest and shoulders flex with the tension humming through his body.

“What are you playing at, Jaeger?” Jean narrows his eyes, finally picking up on Eren’s little game. Eren bites back a grin; if only Jean understood what game they were actually playing here.

“Nothing,” Eren says innocently, knowing full-well that the dark glint in his eyes is telling a different story, “it’s not like I blame you, I mean, look at her.”

Eren rubs relaxing circles into the skin of your shoulders, urging you to loosen up under his touch. You’re still strung tight, practically vibrating with confusion and shame under him, but Eren can feel the way your skin’s starting to run hot. Most of that tautness in your muscles is nothing but pure, unadulterated want, Eren’s felt it enough times now to know the difference.

“Eren…” the pinch of anger has faded from your voice now, and Eren can hear the cautionary, are we doing this now? tone hiding behind the words. In response, Eren digs his thumb into a particularly tough spot between your shoulder and your neck, wrenches an unwilling gasp from you.

“She really likes you, Jean,” Eren’s leaning over your shoulder, ignoring your warning completely, practically nose-to-nose with Jean now, “wants to fuck you, wants us to fuck you.”

Jean’s face stutters while his mouth remains silent, but just before he hardens his mouth into a flat line, schools his face back into that perpetually suspicious scowl of his, Eren catches it. Jean’s trying to keep himself closed off, but Eren’s faster, and he can see the flicker of arousal that floats over Jean’s face.

“You’re fucking with me,” Jean counters, but there’s a questioning lilt to his words. Eren grins, shakes his head. Jean looks down at you, trembling and frozen in Eren’s grip. “He’s fucking with me, right?”

“Tell him,” Eren coos, leaning down to whisper hot against your ear the way he knows will get a fire started in your belly, “tell him the truth, it’s okay.”

“He’s not,” you choke out, strangled and nervous, “it’s…it’s not a game.”

Jean blinks once at you, twice at Eren. Eren grabs you by the chin, gently guides your mouth to his. All of his suspicions are confirmed when he kisses you; you open up for him a little too easily, let him suck your tongue into his mouth with no resistance at all. And when he releases you, looks back up at Jean with a question in his eyes only to find that Jean’s gaze has darkened, mouth just ever-so-slightly ajar, Eren smirks. He’s got both of you right where he wants you.

“What do you think, Kirschstein?” Eren brings his hands up to hold your breasts, twisting your nipples through the thin fabric of your tank top. “Isn’t she cute?”

“I, I mean–”

“She’s so pretty,” Eren nips at your ear, pulls a little whimper from you, but he sees how your eyes never leave Jean’s, “and she listens so well, such an obedient little thing.”

“Eren,” you pant, the last bits of your anxiety showing in the tremble of your voice. Eren shushes you disapprovingly, sneaks a hand down between your legs, applying just enough pressure to make your knees weak.

“Gets bratty when she’s nervous,” Eren explains, flitting his eyes up towards Jean, who looks like he hasn’t taken a breath in several minutes, “don’t you want to show Jean how good you can be, hm?”

“Mhm,” you hum. It’s quiet, but it makes Jean’s eyes widen, makes him suck in a sharp fuck between his teeth.

“Why don’t you kiss her, hm?” Eren shoves you into Jean’s arms, startling both of you.

“Jaeger, I don’t–”

“I’m serious,” Eren backs away a few feet to prove his point, smiling earnestly, “kiss her.”

Jean scowls, looks between you, Eren, back to you. Eren takes note of how Jean’s hands haven’t left their grip on your waist where he caught your stumble from Eren’s push, how your arms are tucked into Jean’s tacky, strong chest.

“Is he serious?” Jean murmurs down at you.

“Only if you want it.” Eren hates the self-conscious waver in your voice, wishes he could have told you everything he’s seen over the last few weeks, all the evidence he’s collected that yes, Jean very much does want it. But then again, if he had, he wouldn’t be treated with the sight before him now: you and Jean, nervous in each other’s arms, practically vibrating with the idea of exploring each other for the first time.

“I,” –Jean licks his lips– “I want it. Want you.”

“Me too,” your voice is hardly louder than a breath, Eren recognizes the sound in a heartbeat. You’re already strung out, fingernails digging ever-so-slightly into the skin of Jean’s chest.

“Can I?” Jean’s so sickeningly sweet with you, Eren almost wants to roll his eyes. He likes to be sweet with you sometimes, but if Jean only knew how much you could take, the dirty, mean things that you beg Eren for…it occurs to Eren that maybe he can show Jean sometime, and his boxers start to tent underneath his sweats.

“Yes,” you tilt your chin up to Jean pleadingly, and Jean’s resolve finally breaks.

Eren’s delighted to see that Jean’s chasteness doesn’t hold out long; after only a few minutes have passed, your hands are flying all over each other, breathless little moans passing between your mouths. Jean’s hand trails down to cup your ass, and Eren looks on intently as the flesh gives under Jean’s grip through hooded eyes. Eren’s hand has subconsciously traveled down to the front of his sweats, palming roughly at the erection that’s showing through the thick fabric. 

Jean starts to wander away from your mouth, eyes shut as he peppers gentle kisses along your jawline, feather-light nips down your neck. As if he’d forgotten about your clothes, Jean’s eyes widen when he feels the strap of your tank top under his mouth, and his eyes flit to Eren in question. Eren nods at him, tries to offer an encouraging smile that comes off more like a wicked smirk.

Jean slowly– ever so slowly– slips the strap over your shoulder, kissing at the newly-bare skin. Eren already knows you’re sensitive there; Jean quickly learns from the quivering gasp that reaches his ears.

“Is this okay?” Jean mumbles against your skin; Eren has to choke down a gag at his sugary tone.

“Take it off,” Eren answers for you, cheeks burning at how coarse he already sounds, throat swollen and thick with arousal. Jean scowls at Eren over your shoulder, turns softer eyes back to you.

“Please,” you echo Eren’s sentiment, raising your arms to emphasize your answer. Eren doesn’t miss the slight shake of Jean’s fingers as he reaches for the hem of your tank top, rids you of it slowly. Once you’re bare, Jean’s eyes darken, almost glossing over.

“Fuck,” Jean breathes out, ghosting a thumb over one of your peaked nipples. Eren’s chest swells with pride at how completely wrecked you’ve gotten Jean already; he’s practically drooling down at your half-bare form.

“Told you she was pretty.” Eren grins, gripping his erection harder through his pants. You were right about this, you were so right. There’s not enough blood flow above Eren’s waistline for him to focus on how bizarre it is that he’s getting off to another man, his friend even, pawing at his girlfriend; all he can process is the tangible heat of the room, memorizing each little spot on your body Jean’s hands return to in admiration, learning which parts of you Jean likes and which actions of Jean’s make your knees shake.

You peek over your shoulder at Eren, as if you’ve just remembered he’s in the room, and his knees nearly give out. Your lips are swollen and wet from Jean’s slow, strong kisses, from pulling your lip between your teeth in shame, and your eyes are glistening with unshed tears of pure want. Eren’s never seen you so beautiful.

“Do you want to…” you trail off, offering Eren a beckoning hand, but he declines, grinning at you.

“Have your fun,” Eren says, words a sharp blade against Jean’s steadfast comfort, “you begged for it enough.”

Your mouth stutters open in embarrassment, a half-formed protest on your lips, but Jean’s deft fingers grab your chin, gently directing you back to him. He gives Eren a chastising frown, clear disapproval of Eren’s snark. Eren thinks that he likes the contrast they give you as a team; Eren the firm hand of discipline, and Jean the soothing balm to ease your cries.

“Is he telling the truth?” Jean questions you softly, free hand cupping your breast ever-so-tenderly. Eren watches your back arch, watches the way you lean desperately into Jean’s touch. “Did you beg for this?”

“Yes,” you say, voice breaking under the weight of your arousal.

“Okay,” Jean nods, as if he needs any more reassurance, Eren thinks with a roll of his eyes.

“Her mouth,” Eren calls out, unable to rein in the telltale rasp of desperation in his voice, “she’s good with her mouth.”

Jean’s eyebrows furrow in thought; Eren can see the choices flying across his face, to have you spread on the counter before him, feel the warmth of your walls around his fingers, or the soft give of your throat around his cock.

“I like doing that,” you whisper, so low Eren almost doesn’t hear you. Jean’s eyes shoot open in surprise, until a slow, understanding smile spreads over his face. Eren almost wheezes with relief.

“You like using your mouth?” Jean thumbs lovingly at your lip, smiles wider at your enthusiastic nod. Without being told (Eren decides to reward you later for being so good for your guest, showing off how well he’s trained you) you climb down onto your knees, sitting back and waiting patiently.

Jean looks back to Eren, the last thin string of hesitation taut between them and aching to be cut. Eren snaps it with an affirmative nod of his head, shoves his pants and boxers down to finally free his dick and bring it against the familiar skin of his palm.

Jean’s eyes flick to Eren’s length, pausing just a little too long. Eren doesn’t have the wherewithal to think too much into that now, only to appreciate the rush of heat it sends through his veins. In answer, Jean pushes his shorts down his legs, sending the compression boxers he’d worn for the gym sliding to the floor with them, cock bobbing free and dangling in front of your face.

“Pretty,” you murmur, wrapping your hand around the base and pressing a light kiss to the tip affectionately. Jean’s head falls back, and he groans; a throaty, appreciative sound.

Eren was growing frustrated initially with Jean’s softness towards you, but it hadn’t occurred to him that you might behave differently towards Jean than you do towards him. When you take Eren in your mouth, you’re all enthusiasm, dipping as far as you can go the moment he taps your tongue, retching on him, drool hanging in long strings from your tongue and wetting your chest.

With Jean, however, you place curious little kisses up the bottom of him, deliver kitten licks to the tip before swirling your tongue in long, slow circles around where he’s flushed and dripping for you. Jean swears repeatedly under his breath, brings a tentative hand to the back of your head to run his fingers through your hair. Eren’s own hand slows where he’s jerking off, his gaze honing in to look on in wonder as a woman he thought he knew so well reveals a new side of herself to both of the men watching her.

“That’s– shit,” Jean groans, head lolling off his shoulders and eyebrows knitted in pleasure.

Eren feels a poignant rush of pride at watching Jean become unraveled from your mouth, watching how good you make him feel. It’s a relief for Eren as much as it is for Jean, he thinks, to watch some of that iron-clad composure drop, see the way Jean’s jaw drops slack, his shoulders slouch. 

“She’s good, isn’t she?” Eren hardly recognizes his own voice, gravelly as he speaks into the sticky air. Jean meets Eren’s eyes, both of their gazes half-lidded and desperate.

“So good,” Jean answers, only breaking eye contact when a satisfied little hum rings out from you, sending vibrations ricocheting through Jean’s body and making him roll his head back again, a little moan echoing out into the room.

“Doing so good for him, baby,” Eren strides closer, bold and half-mad, wanting to see the way your cheeks hollow around Jean, the way that drool is starting to collect in a glossy sheen on your chin. “You like it? Like having him down your throat?”

You nod, mouth still full and eyes shining up at them, glazed over and content. Eren softly cups the back of your head for a whisper of a moment, loving that he has this relationship with you, loving that he can watch such a sacred sight and know that you love him all the same, loving what a filthy little thing he’s turned you into.

“Fuck,” Jean exhales, eyes widening as Eren’s tenderness morphs into something urgent, shoving you further along Jean’s length, “don’t– don’t choke her–”

“That’s what she wants, isn’t it?” Eren’s affectionate gaze turns hard and expectant, hand forcing your head to move faster, harder, further. “You love having your mouth full, don’t you? Nasty little slut.”

“Mhm,” you whine around Jean’s cock, pulling a throaty groan out from him.

“You’re being– shit, too rough with her,” Jean tries and fails to shoot Eren a glare, eyes flitting back down to you when your throat constricts around him with a gag.

“She loves it,” Eren corrects him coolly, mouth quirking up at the corner when you retch, “loves being whored out. You want his cum down your throat? Show him how bad you want it.”

You slip your tongue out, letting it rub down the thick vein on the underside of Jean’s cock, opening your throat that much more for him. Jean nearly whimpers, bringing his hand to the other side of your head, holding you softer, more gently than Eren, but clearly beginning to lose himself.

“So good for me, princess,” Jean murmurs down at you, chest beginning to heave with the growing intensity of your movements. You blink up, hearts in your hooded eyes, humming around Jean affectionately. Eren chuckles darkly.

“Is that what you are? Jean’s little princess?” Eren shoves you down particularly hard, grinning cruelly as your body constricts with a vicious gag, Jean groaning loudly next to him.

“F-fuck, I’m–”

“Getting close?” Eren murmurs in Jean’s direction, never taking his eyes off of where you’re on your knees, crying and gagging and working so hard for Jean’s cum, “I bet. She’s fucking good.”

Your eyes flick between the two men towering over you, trying desperately to keep your throat open to receive the little thrusts of Jean’s hips, hands folded in your lap obediently as you squirm, rubbing your thighs together in a fruitless attempt to gain some much-needed friction. Eren notices the steady, needy rocking of your hips, smirks triumphantly.

“Look at her, like a bitch in heat,” Eren sneers, “squirming and shit, trying to get herself off with your cock down her throat. Give her what she wants, Kirschstein, come on.”

Your gaze lands on Jean, watery eyes blinking pleadingly. Eren can hear the little hitches in Jean’s breath growing more frequent, more urgent, and he isn’t sure where he wants to look more: down at you, so needy and pleading on the floor, throat stuffed and wet between the legs, or Jean, strung out and panting down at you, hips canting into your mouth harshly.

And then Jean’s cumming, and Eren realizes where he wants to look, has to squeeze the base of his cock hard. Jean throws his head back, eyes screwed shut, hand fisting into your hair and fingertips rubbing against the back of Eren’s hand, a deep, raspy groan clawing its way out of his chest. His hips push forward of their own accord; Eren can hear you coughing as Jean cums down your throat, a lot by the sound of it, but Eren can’t be bothered to look away from the other man, fucked out and untethered all from your mouth. Eren’s damn close to busting from just watching Jean cum, knowing the feeling all too well and never having anticipated how erotic it would be to watch another man be brought to his knees by you on yours.

“Holy shit,” Jean breathes, barely a whisper of a statement, chuckling airily down at you when you release him with a little pop.

“Was that…good?” You venture, smiling shyly. Eren nearly scoffs; you’re so good at playing the part of the innocent little thing, when he knows better. You’re a menace, a vixen.

“That was incredible,” Jean says, and Eren can hear the bare honesty in his statement.

“Up.” Eren interrupts your little moment with Jean to tug you to your feet. It prompts an expression of bewilderment to appear on your face, as if you’d forgotten that he needs to get off too, and so do you. Eren turns to Jean, appraises him. “I’m going to fuck her, you’re more than welcome to stay.”

“Wait, Eren–”

“Wait?” Eren chides, ripping those tiny shorts from your body like the inconvenience they are, leaving you bare and wanting. “Don’t you want to get fucked? I mean, look at you. You’re soaked.”

There’s a little glisten at the apex of your thighs, the evidence of you rubbing your legs together in a desperate attempt for stimulation shining in the low lights of the kitchen. Eren pulls you over to the chair that had started it all, where he’d been sitting when this beautiful opportunity had stumbled across him. He sits, tugging you into his lap with a smack to your ass, settling you over his cock and letting you grind yourself against it, slick him up.

“Tell me,” Eren pinches your chin, forces your eyes to his, “don’t you want me to fuck you?”

“Please, please,” you gasp, working your hips over him like a woman starved, like your last chance at salvation is getting Eren as deep inside of you as he’ll go. Eren smiles, pleased with your answer, and lifts your hips, letting you sink down on him with an endless, pitchy moan. He glances over your shoulder to see Jean, sitting across the table from you both, tugging absentmindedly on his half-hard cock and watching intently. The sight of it fuels the fire in Eren’s veins, convinces him to convince you to keep showing off, show Jean how hot you two can be when you get into it.

“Give it to me then,” Eren slaps your ass again, nips at your jaw, “show me how bad you need to be fucked, baby.”

“E-Eren,” you whine, rolling your hips down on him the way he knows you love, the way that makes a little bulge appear right at the base of your tummy, the evidence of just how deep he is.

“There you go,” he coos, grabbing your hips and working you faster, forcing you towards your orgasm as fast as he can because he knows good and well he’s not going to last, “all better, yeah? Little slut likes having her cunt stuffed full?”

“Yeah I do,” you say dreamily, eyes rolling back as Eren starts to thrust up into you in tune with the canting of your hips. He can see Jean over your shoulder, fully hard again and pulling at his cock, looking mesmerized. Eren catches Jean’s eye, smirks like a cat that’s got the cream.

“He’s watching you,” Eren murmurs to you, purposefully loud enough for Jean to hear, “watching you get fucked dumb. Gonna show Jean how pretty you are when you cum?”

“I-I–” A well-placed thrust from Eren makes you cut yourself off with a sob, hands flying to his shoulders for support. Erin grins, something feral and predatory, snapping his hips up into you harder.

“Gonna cum so fast I bet,” Eren grunts, “so needy for it, my spoiled fuckin' brat. Can’t ever be satisfied, can you?”

“Uh-uh,” you whimper, thighs already beginning to shake around his hips. Eren’s eyes are glued behind you, on Jean’s strung-out gaze, on the desperate motion of his hand around his cock. Eren wonders if just the sight of you fucking him is enough to make Jean cum again; the thought spurs him on, has him jackhammering up into you like his life depends on it.

“Quit holding out on me, then,” Eren growls, “can feel you clenching down on me, know you want to.”

“I w-want to.” A fresh wave of tears has escaped your mindless eyes, dripping down the side of your face, off your jaw, onto your chest.

“Fucking do it then,” Eren snaps, growing closer to the end of his line with every punch of his hips up into you, “show Jean what a little slut you are, how hard you cum for me. Go on, show him.”

“E-Eren, I– oh, oh fuck, I’m gonna–”

“There you go,” Eren snarls like he’s tired of waiting on you, feeling your body break and bloom all at once in his hands, “there you go, good girl.”

Eren watches Jean look on as your body thrashes, rolls with the waves of your orgasm quaking through you, the way his jaw drops a little when you wail and leave dark half-moon indentations into Eren’s shoulders. Jean’s hand is moving impossibly fast in time with Eren’s hips, and when Eren feels himself getting close, only moments away from his release, he meets eyes with Jean. Something overtakes him, something dark and unfamiliar, and Eren flits his eyes down to Jean’s cock, back up to Jean’s gaze, and nods. Jean cums with a loud groan and a shudder, triggering Eren’s orgasm. Eren clutches you to his chest desperately, pinning you down onto his cock and filling you with his cum as deep as he can manage, groaning in your ear amidst the sound of your whimpers and whines.

A beat passes, heavy and pregnant with tension. Eren and Jean are still locked eye to eye, watching each other to see who will make the first move. Jean, coated in his own release, glances down to see Eren’s cum dripping out of you, seems to come back to himself with a shudder.

“I…I’m going to shower,” he says, clunky and awkward, standing and pulling his shorts back over his softening cock, mindless of the white ropes decorating his abdomen.

“Jean?” You murmur into Eren’s skin, sitting up slightly and wincing at the feel of Eren’s half-hard cock still digging into the most sensitive parts of you.

“Yeah?” Jean stops in his tracks, looking over at you and Eren with all the tension of a wild animal that’s been caught.

“That was fun,” you smile dreamily, slumping back into Eren’s chest and blinking up at him, “don’t you think, babe?”

“Lots of fun, baby,” Eren strokes your hair, urging you to stay curled into him, knows you need to for a few minutes after he’s fucked you half-dumb, “what do you think, Kirschstein?”

“It was…” Jean gulps, looks around the room with a pink stain to his cheeks, “it was fun, yeah.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed us,” you giggle deliriously, “we’ll have to do it again sometime.”

“Is that so?” Jean eyes Eren, narrows his eyes suspiciously. Eren almost rolls his eyes, out of patience for this Jean, all cautious and nervous like he hadn’t just cum down your throat.

“I think so,” Eren says in confirmation, trailing a hand up your back soothingly, “anything for my girl, right?”

“Right,” Jean frowns, almost as if Eren had said something in another language.

“See you soon, Jeanie,” you wave him off to the shower sleepily, biting a smile back behind your swollen lips. Jean makes a swift exit, still blushing madly. “Do you think he liked it?”

“I think he loved it,” Eren chuckles down at you, still cording his fingers through any parts of your hair that aren’t a tangled mess.

“And you?”

“I’d do it again,” Eren answers you with a noncommittal shrug. You cock an eyebrow at him.

“Seemed like you really enjoyed yourself. Am I the only one with a crush on Jean?”

“I’m not gay,” Eren scoffs, rolling his eyes. You simply keep your disbelieving glare on him for an extra beat or two; Eren squirms uncomfortably under your knowing gaze, not necessarily wanting to confront this while he’s still balls-deep in you. To his relief, you ease up, gingerly stepping off of him and offering him a hand.

“Mmm, okay. We’ll talk after a shower?”

“Fine,” Eren grumbles, letting you pull him towards his half of the apartment and hoping you don’t notice the quick glance he shoots over his shoulder, catching a flash of Jean’s bare skin as he steps into his bathroom.

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【 iii. picture perfect shopping 】

summary: for a debutante, one must be the most eye catching at the ball. yuu decides to take floyd shopping with them. what they didn’t realize was how picky the prankster would be when it came to their outfit…

word count: 1.6k

author’s note: floyd leech my beloved <33 i love this guy sm, and i feel like he’s one of the twsties who’d have rlly good fashion ^^

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"Master~" Floyd groaned, fiddling with his tie. "Do I have to wear somethin' so uncomfortable?"

Today Yuu was supposed to go clothes shopping. Floyd, who had previously looked bored out of his mind, suddenly shot up and volunteered himself. And since none of the others protested, the rest was history.

"Why not?" The corners of Yuu's lips twitched as they buttoned Floyd's vest.

Yuu supposed that they had a bit of a mischievous streak when it came to their own maids. Especially with Floyd Leech. It wasn't often that they had something to tease the maid with.

Floyd grabbed their hand, stopping them in their tracks, "Aren't I supposed to dress you?" 

"I suppose," Yuu glanced up, his eyes boring into theirs. "But wouldn't you rather do something more interesting instead?"

Floyd seemed to switch tactics, "Can't I wear my normal uniform? These pants are too stuffy."

Yuu thought about it. About the way Floyd preferred loose skirts that fell just above his knees. Or the way his apron was always stained with something or another from running around all day. Wearing fitted pants probably felt strange in retrospect.

But they had to appreciate how Floyd looked from an aesthetic point of view. The pants all but accentuated his height, coupled with a fitted coat and vest. Floyd looked the spitting image of a young master rather than a maid. (They patted themself on the back for choosing such a perfect outfit.)

"Hmm, but you look handsome like this too," They smiled because Floyd was always weak when it came to compliments.

They knew they won the argument as soon as Floyd released a long sigh "If Master says so~"

"Besides, we aren't trying to attract attention. If it weren't for the ball..."

Floyd grinned then, "Don'tcha worry, all I gotta do is get you lookin' the best at the ball, right Master?"

Turned out that Floyd was quite picky when it came to clothing. Maybe that was why Jade seemed quite apologetic as he was sending them off. What they thought would be a simple shopping trip turned out to be a quest for "only the best that fit Master," as Floyd put it.

"This material...isn't it on the cheaper side?"

Or, "Nah, this color doesn't match your eyes."

Or, their personal favorite, "Master, you're rich, so shouldn't you get a bigger rock?"

Yuu would’ve laughed at all of Floyd’s comments if it wasn’t considered rude to the store owners. The good thing was that Floyd had basically done the hard part for them. He had chosen a suitable outfit on their behalf, swathing them in Night Raven grey, adorned with gold trimmings. And then there were the boots made out of leather from a foreign land. Yuu probably would've chosen without worrying too much about quality if it weren't for Floyd, but he seemed determined to watch over their purchases like a hawk. 

Their feet were getting a bit tired, but Yuu couldn't bring themself to say no when Floyd entered another store.

"This time we'll find a good brooch," Floyd said as he opened the door, letting them into the store. "Something bi~g and shiny so that those garbage minnows won't look down on you."

"I'm sure I don't need it," They reassured.

Yuu knew why Floyd was worried. There were plenty of unsavory rumors going around about them, after all. It had been happening for a long time, ever since they attended NRC. 'The young heir is socially inept', or 'A mere teen cannot inherit the Night Raven Duchy, much less an orphan!', or even their least favorite rumor, 'The loyalty of their staff is due to their status.' It didn't matter much to them anyway. By the end of their Debutante, they would make sure that no one would be able to run their mouths about the Duchy or their people.

"Welcome, customers!" The salesman greeted cheerily. "Please have a seat." They both took a seat, and soon the scent of tea leaves seemed to fill the room as they waited. Floyd was already eyeing the display cases, eyes calculating. 

The store owner poured them each a cup of tea. His eyes glanced between the two of them before finally landing on Floyd, “What would you like to see, good sir?”

Ah. It seemed that this store owner had mistaken them to be a servant, and Floyd their master. It made sense, given the more simplistic clothing they decided to use if only to disguise their shopping trip. Floyd expression had dropped. They could feel the anger starting to radiate from the maid.

“Hey,” There was a cold expression on Floyd’s face. “Don’t look down on my Master like that.” Oh Sevens.

They tugged at his sleeve, before whispering, “Floyd, don’t—" 

“Master?” The owner glanced at them for a moment, not even noticing that he interrupted them. “Are you sure?”

And that seemed to be the final straw for Floyd.

He slammed his hand on the table with a loud bang and Yuu's heart felt like it stopped in their chest. Horror dawned on them as they watched the table shake, the tea set wobbling before shattering with a spectacular sound. CRASH! Hot tea spilled all over the surface of the table, splashing Floyd's arm.

“Floyd!" They hurriedly grabbed his arm, jerking it from the steaming puddle of tea.

Floyd continued to glare at the man, “It seems there’s a minnow who doesn’t know his place.”

They injected as much authority as they could into their voice, “Floyd Leech, I want you to calm down. This behavior is far from appropriate.” They watched as Floyd’s shoulders tensed, conflict passing his expression. The store owner didn’t dare to move either, face frozen in shock.

An eternity seemed to pass before Floyd released a harsh breath, “As your benevolence wishes, Master.” A frustrated expression crossed Floyd’s face before he was turning toward them, sinking to the ground. His forehead pressed against their knee, and Yuu fought not to comfort Floyd for a second.

Instead, they looked up. Yuu stared at the spilled tea with disdain, “Well? Clean up the mess. I'll compensate for the broken tea set.” 

“Y-Yes, of course,” The man seemed to sweat even more as he bowed. “And...may I know your name?” The nerve of him to ask after all that.

“Your ignorance astounds me. Most know me as the heir to the Night Raven Duchy.” And the owner turned white as a sheet. Good. That should teach him not to forget their face ever again. As the man stumbled out, they turned their attention to Floyd.

Yuu finally let their hand card into Floyd’s hair, “Floyd. You’re not upset with me, are you?”

“‘M not,” His voice was muffled, and they could feel him press his cheek against their knee. “Are you mad at me?”

They let out a light laugh, brushing the hair out of Floyd’s eyes. He was staring right at them now. “I’m not. I understand why you were offended. Now he’ll never forget my face for as long as he lives.” Floyd had a bleeding heart when it came to those that challenged their status, more than any of their other maids. And that big of a blunder coupled with the fact that the debutante was soon… It was no wonder Floyd had snapped.

"But Master..." Floyd was pouting now. "You don't hafta compensate him."

"I have to compensate him for the damageds. But the Night Raven Duchy will never give him another penny ever again," Yuu held up their palm. "Now show me your hand.”

Floyd obediently lifted his arm, which was all but soaked in tea, “It doesn’t hurt.” The skin was reddened slightly, and they frowned, wishing that they had intervened quicker.

“Still, we should have the doctor take a look later. And you should get changed,” Yuu traced over the wetness of his sleeve. “I…have your uniform. It's in our carriage, down the block.”

Floyd’s head shot up, eyes glittering, “Really?”

They nodded, sheepishly, “If you really were uncomfortable in those clothes, I wasn’t going to force you to keep wearing it for the whole— Woah—“ Floyd stood up, leaving the store before they could finish their sentence.

The owner finally returned. They wondered if he timed it so that Floyd would leave before he entered. They glanced at him, “Do you happen to have a fitting room here?”

“E-Excuse me? This is a jewelry store, but we—“ The door opened almost violently as Floyd walked back in, expression dangerously dark once more. They tapped a finger against their arm. The owner coughed, “W-We have an empty storage room at the back, p-please go ahead, your grace.”

“Thank you,” Yuu brushed off their clothes before offering a hand to Floyd. “Shall we?” Floyd seemed happy to lead them to the back, and more than happy to change back into his normal attire.

Yuu chuckled at the sight of the lopsided headband and the carelessly tied apron. Riddle and Jamil would have a heart attack if they saw what Floyd looked like as he exited the store.

Floyd stretching ahead of them, “Kinda wish I could've beaten him up a little~”

"Floyd Leech, that is unacceptable," They said with mock seriousness, as Floyd laughed cheerily.

And watching Floyd skipping down the streets, pointing to another store up ahead, well... They couldn't say no.

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[spidernuggets]

Jason Todd x Reader

"When things get too heavy for you, you tell me, and we carry that shit TOGETHER, so it's not so heavy anymore!"

Warnings: misperception of cheating (Jason doesn't actually cheat, he'd never my baby boy mwah), mentions of alcohol, comparisons to Artemis, self-shaming

When Jason walked into your shared apartment, a faint smell of alcohol travelled through the air. This raised your suspicions even more.

Jason had told you last night he had gone on a quick emergency mission instead of his usual patrol, so he wasn't able to message or call you.

But last night, quickly popping into a nearby bar that your cousin worked at to drop off her house keys that she forgot she left with you, you saw a familiar black with a white streak hair man at the counter just when you were walking out the door. And for a split second, you could've sworn you saw a long-haired ginger woman beside him.

You shook the idea away, telling yourself that you trust Jason. Ever since Jason told you that he was Red Hood, the two of you pinky swore to never keep secrets from each other. You would've thought by then that Jason would've told you more about it, but he was pretty quiet about it. You figured that it was all the same mishaps for every patrol.

But you could smell his usual Coors Light wafting off of him as he walks towards you to kiss your head.

"Hey pretty," he barely mumbled before going into the kitchen, digging through the fridge.

As much as his little nicknames made your heart beat faster, you couldn't get the faint image of his hair and a certain Amazonian ex's hair together. And every second you thought of it, the more you could feel your heart crack a little further.

"Where were you last night?" Your voice was small, but the small, almost empty apartment made it easy for Jason to hear you.

"What? I told you, I was at a missi-"

"Don't lie to me. I know you weren't on a mission. I saw you." You spat. You wanted to be wrong. You wanted Jason to laugh at you, hug you, and call Dick or Bruce or anyone and tell them to tell you he was on a mission with them.

"Were you with Artemis?" You ask, wanting it all to be untrue.

Jason didn't look at you. He sighed. "Yeah? So what. It's not like anything happened." He said nonchalantly.

"You expect me to believe that after you lied to me about going on a mission and I catch you at a bar with your ex?" You scoff, your arms crossed and leg folded over the other. You sucked in a breath. "You know, you could've at least broken up with me. It would've felt nicer than you blatantly cheating on me without trying to let me know"

"Wait, what?" Jason said in disbelief. He couldn't say anything else. He didn't know how to explain his situation to you. So he stayed silent.

You slowly nodded your head. "Okay," you whispered, getting up to go to your shared bedroom. Well.. maybe not so shared bedroom now. You grabbed a bag, trying to stuff whatever you can into it.

Jason soon rushes in after you. "What- what are you doing??" He asks in a panic. "You're not leaving- you can't, please!" He begs.

You shook your head. "You left first! You left me by the time you let Artemis all over you! You know what- Honestly, I'm so stupid. Why the fuck would you want to be with someone like me anyway."

You didn't see Jason or Artemis all over each other that split second that you saw them. But now knowing that they definitely were together last night - that whole night, all you could imagine Jason realising that you weren't enough for him, that maybe he made a mistake separating with Artemis.

You wiped away the falling tears you didn't even know escaped your eyes as you zipped up the bag.

"No, wait! Don't leave- Dammit!" Jason fumbled over his words. "Nothing happened! She wasn't all over me! Just- Just stay, okay?? Nothing happened. Seeing her last night was just a one-time thing!"

You could hardly process what he was saying. There was ringing in your ears, and your vision was blurred. "Don't do that to me. Don't do that 'one-time' bullshit. If you really wanted me to stay, it should've been a zero time thing."

It was obvious that you thought you were a downgrade to Jason's past lovers. Or at least that's what you thought. But you found yourself so much less as a partner than his other lovers that all you can think about him going back to any of them.

"Listen, I'm sorry! I promise nothing happened! I won't lie to you again! It won'thaopen again!" He raises his voice, desperate for you to stay.

I slumped my shoulders. "How am I supposed to believe it won't happen again, huh? If it happened once, it's bound to happen again! How am i supposed to believe that you won't run off again to some other girl who's stronger, prettier and- and is just as badass as you are- I'm none of those things, Jason! If that's what you really wanted, then why even bother with me?!" You lay out all of your insecurities and weakness to Jason. Your breathing becomes heavy and uneven.

His brows furrowed. You were strong. You were beautiful. And you'd never even given him the chance to think you weren't.

"I'm not 'bothering' with you! What I really want is you! Not some other girl with muscles and-" He paused, trying to gather his words. And failing. He had no idea what the right thing to say was. All he knew for sure was that you were the only one he wanted. "I only want you."

"Then why the hell were you with Artemis in the first place?" You cried, throwing your bag over your shoulder, ready to leave.

"Look. It was just one time. I was at a weak place and- and she was there to help me. That's it. Nothing more." He tried to explain.

"So why not come to me if you're feeling that way, Jason?! That's literally what I'm here for, I'm here for you! Was I just not enough that you had to go to Artemis?!"

He growled, the question hitting a nerve. "You know I would tell you if something was bothering me. The reason I didn't is because- because I don't want to be a burden to you! You have enough shit knowing who I really am and I-"

He paused, swallowing. "You don't need me to be another bother in your life. You're strong, you're confident, you don't need me weighing you down with my bullshit."

You scoffed, pulling your hair back, your hand gripping against your hair. "Jesus Christ- I WANT you to weigh me down with your bullshit! That's my job when I decided to be in a relationship with you! When things get too heavy for you, you tell me, and we carry that shit TOGETHER, so it's not so heavy anymore! That's why I always talk to you when I have problems because I know you're there to help me! I know I know nothing about your life as a vigilante, and that Artemis is probably best suited for you, but I'm here, Jason! So don't you dare use that bullshit excuse on me!" You panted, tired and dried tears on your cheeks. You dropped yourself to sit on the bed, holding your face in your hands, your elbows resting on your knees.

You knew Jason had as many insecurities as you did. You knew the struggles he had as a vigilante. But you wanted him to come to you. You didn't want to push him by forcing him to tell you his problems.

Your words struck a chord in him. You wanted him. All of him. Not just the good parts but the bad parts as well. Even all his 'bullshit.' He took a step closer, testing the waters and putting his hands on your cheeks.

"I'm sorry. I never should have kept those things from you. I guess I just- I mean, I thought that you knowing about my life scared you enough. I didn't want to put more on you about my problems about my job too.." He weakly says, his head hanging low as he sits beside you on the bed. "I just thought... If I don't tell you any of this shit... you wouldn't be overwhelmed... and that you wouldn't leave."

You shook your head. "You're so selfish. You're so fucking selfish for thinking about those things about me. For thinking I'd leave you just because you're not perfect- I'm literally dating you because you're not perfect." You said quietly, your voice hoarse and raw.

Jason felt a lump grow in his throat. "I just didn't want to hurt you," he insisted, pressing his forehead against yours. "I just didn't want to lose you. And I messed everything up. But I promise you. Nothing happened between me and Artemis. You mean more to me than she ever has."

He sighed, looking into your eye. "Can you forgive me? Can we go back to the way things were?" He asked softly. "Please..." His quiet pleads were small and desperate. His eyes were soft and glossy, with hopes of you staying.

You slowly pulled away from him. "Get me my bag." You said with no emotion.

"What?" He said, feeling deflated and feeling his soul shatter.

"Just do it." You demanded.

His eyes closed as his shoulders slumped, feeling like he finally lost you, that you had really given up on him. His fingers tightened around his fists. After a moment, Jason went to get your bag across the room and brought it around to you, presenting the bag to you in his hands. He he stood in front of you, waiting for you to take the bag and leave.

"Now take the stuff out of it and put it back where they were," you muttered while sniffling.

His brows furrowed in confusion. "I-What?" His eyes widened slightly as he slowly realized what you were getting at. Your words suddenly caught up in his brain, and he realized exactly what you were asking of him. You weren't going anywhere. Jason rushed to take everything out of the bag and put them back where they belonged. He then stood in front of you, waiting for you to speak.

You shifted from your spot, laying yourself comfortably on the bed, your back facing him.

Like communicating telepathically, he laid next to you, just as you secretly wanted, ready to apologise for the millionth time until you spoke up.

You sighed and paused before speaking. "I'm not forgiving you. Not now, at least. And I doubt I'll forgive you tomorrow. Or the day after. But I will... Eventually.." You took a deep breath. "But I'm not leaving you. Because I love you. But if you pull this shit ever again, I might. And probably kill you. And from now on, you need to tell me shit you're going through. No matter how bullshit it may seem. So that you don't have to lie to me or find comfort someplace else. So that I can understand you.. And so that you wouldn't feel the need to go find some other girl who you think can carry your weight better than I can. Understand?" You said, avoiding eye contact.

"I understand," Jason finally said with a nod. He reached out his hand to touch your face. "I'm sorry. You mean the world to me. I don't want to lose you either. And you're right... I won't keep things from you anymore. You'll be the first to know now..."

You slowly nodded, finally looking in his eyes. You let yourself cuddle closer to him. As you pressed yourself against him, he wrapped his arms around you in a tight squeeze. His fingers traced your spine, and he breathed in the scent of your hair. He was so grateful that you weren't leaving... That you were still willing to give him another chance.

"I love you," he whispered, holding you close.

I need constructive criticism. did i make reader or whole thing too dramatic or... I NEED FEEDBACK

[blasphemecel]

Michael Kaiser — Language Barrier

PAIRING: Michael Kaiser/Reader WORD COUNT: 0.9k TYPE: Humor, Bad flirting WARNING(S): tw BOTCHED GERMAN (because I was always on that damn phone in german class) NOTE(S): Translations for whatever the hell I was trying to say at the bottom

Unlike what most people might assume, football is not your favorite game.

Well, you did come to Blue Lock to play football, and yeah, you do like it, maybe at times to the point of lunacy. But this turned out to be some grand orchestration with the purpose of showing you a much more fulfilling game to play — taking out your earbuds whenever Kaiser approaches you with his superiority complex drivel. Not like it stops him from talking to you (or, more accurately, talking at you), but you take great satisfaction in not having to listen to him. Especially since he always makes that cute displeased expression before you turn to walk away from him, much like a disgruntled cat.

You kind of wonder what crap he says about you behind your back sometimes, but it’s imperative for your image to hide your curiosity. He is a loser. You’re playing the game, and you’re winning, and he’s losing because you’re getting under his skin. (Just an example of your daily affirmations.)

Today, a new opportunity for entertainment presents itself. When you approach Kaiser before practice to get some shit talk out of the way, you notice that, for some reason, he isn’t wearing his pair either. Not like he needs them since his ass doesn’t have any friends other than Ness, who speaks the same language as him, but still. Does he think he can beat you at your own game, which you made up in your head? Over your dead body.

“Shithead,” you greet with a smile.

“Ich kann dich nicht verstehen.” He points at his ear in confusion.

“I see you had time to put on your clown makeup this morning.”

“Du kannst mich auch nicht verstehen. Was ist das Ziel?”

“Anyway, so,” you say, despite not catching a single word that came out of his mouth, but you want to give off the impression of dismissing him. “What should I talk about? I didn’t think this through.”

He grins back at you, apparently undeterred by the insufficient communication going on. “Du hörst gerne zu, wenn ich für dich Deutsch spreche. Ist das richtig?”

“Why do you look so slimy when you smile? Seriously, your face is disturbing.”

“Gestehst du dir endlich deine Gefühle für mich ein?”

“And you know what else? I was the one who wiped my snot on your jersey a few days ago, not Isagi.”

“Es ist ok, wenn du schüchtern bist. Du kannst es mir später noch einmal sagen. Vergiss Yoichi. Mit mir zu spielen, würde dir viel besser stehen.”

You know you’re the one who brought him up, but Kaiser is so obsessed with Isagi, and you can’t even blame him for the fascination. He’s always talking about devouring people and ruining their dreams and how happy it makes him or whatever while on the field, but the moment you stop playing, he starts acting all friendly. If your frontal lobe wasn’t eroding more and more the longer you stay in this football prison, there’s a slight possibility you might’ve found him weird.

“Aber ich kann zusehen, wie du verärgerst werden, wenn ich deine Schüsse abblocke, also ist es mir so oder egal,” he says, looking smug. “Ich liebe alle Gesichter, die du machst.”

Irritated by the sound of Kaiser’s voice, you take this up as a challenge to say more words than he did. On principle, you can turn any occasion into a competition. “The worst thing about you is that you’re a pretentious theater kid. ‘Ooh, look at me, I’ve got this shitty tattoo ‘cause I’m beautiful like a rose! Get it? And the thorns signify my awful personality, which is repellent to the general population. Get it? It shows I contain multitudes. Do you GET it yet?’”

Kaiser takes one of your hands between his, leaving it sandwiched, and stares at you as if he is trying to spontaneously make himself sparkle. To distract yourself from the urge to punch him, since you don’t want to be put in timeout, you mentally debate if German sounds like goofy gibberish to you only because you cannot understand it. “Deine Leidenschaft lässt mein Herz rasen. Und ich rufe diese Gefühle hervor? Wie schmeichelnd.”

You don’t know why, but you’re getting the feeling he said something sarcastic and annoying just now.

“You think you’re so much better than everyone else, with your Skype-colored eyes-”

Kaiser ignores the way you wretch your palm out of his hold and interrupts you with a mocking raise of his eyebrows. “Skype? Es ist unmöglich, dass du es noch benutzt… Willst du aus Kontaktdaten tauschen?”

You bet he’s talking mad shit about you right now. Actually, he doesn’t seem bothered by you at all, so you need to step it up. It’s dead serious. As serious as cholera.

“Hey, Kaiser.” This is a phrase so bare bones, he doesn’t need any fancy Mikage-brand translator to understand you.

He blinks at you in mild surprise, self-approving demeanor making way for a tamer, perhaps more neutral facial expression, and then he asks, “Ja?” as if it’s the only German word you know and he’s being accommodating. But you’re not going to deny or confirm this assumption.

You beam at him, then avert your eyes somewhere up to the ceiling while running over it in your head again, of course dragging out the suspense. Maybe this is your wishful imagination at play, but you think he’s kind of sweating. Then finally — finally! — you announce, “Sucken deezen Nutschen, Bozo.”

“Shithead,” he calls you. With a glare at that!

It lights up your whole world.

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Translations:

Ich kann dich nicht verstehen = I can’t understand you

Du kannst mich auch nicht verstehen. Was ist das Ziel? = You can’t understand me either. What’s the point/what’s the objective?

Du hörst gerne zu, wenn ich für dich Deutsch spreche. Ist das richtig? = You like listening to me speak German for you. Is that it?

Gestehst du dir endlich deine Gefühle für mich ein? = Are you finally confessing your feelings/affections for me?

Es ist ok, wenn du schüchtern bist. Du kannst es mir später noch einmal sagen. Vergiss Yoichi. Mit mir zu spielen, würde dir viel besser stehen = It’s ok if you’re shy, you can tell me again later. Forget about Yoichi. Playing with me would suit you much better

Aber ich kann zusehen, wie du verärgerst werden, wenn ich deine Schüsse abblocke, also ist es mir so oder egal = But I get to watch you get mad when I block your shots, so I don’t care either way

Ich liebe alle Gesichter, die du machst = I just love all the faces you make

Deine Leidenschaft lässt mein Herz rasen. Und ich rufe diese Gefühle hervor? Wie schmeichelnd = Your passion is making my heart race. And I’m causing all of this emotion? How flattering

Skype? Es ist unmöglich, dass du es noch benutzt… Willst du aus Kontaktdaten tauschen? = Skype? There’s no way you still use that… Wanna exchange contact information?

[obsessedwrhys]

𝘐'𝘓𝘓 𝘞𝘈𝘐𝘛 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌 𝘐𝘕 𝘈𝘕𝘖𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘓𝘐𝘍𝘌

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ angst, death, cursing, no happy ending, reader is female (shes for the girls 😼💪)!! Tommy is sort of replaced by reader in some scenarios. Did no proof read this again (im lazy)!!

ᯓ★

From as long as you knew, the two of you were inseparable, having knowing each other for almost 6 years. When Marlene needed some smugglers to smuggle Ellie out of the city, you happened to be one of the three and that's how you guys first met. However, on the journey of finding the Fireflies, it seemed to be full of surprises.

Just when you thought it was the end, more just show up to throw you off guard.

Going from Ellie's lame dad jokes to having to look after her when Joel was in no condition to do anything. You barely had the chance to catch your breath. In a way you were like the older sister since you were one year bigger than her. That's why when it was revealed the doctors needed to kill her to create a vaccine, you were game with the idea of massacring the whole hospital.

After escaping from the Fireflies, in a way, it's like you guys were able to build a new life at Jacksons.

As you two grew older, you found yourself developing feelings for her. You hated yourself for letting it happen but at the same you couldn't stop the crush from growing.

The more time you spent with her, the more you start to notice the little details about her.

How she bites her lips when she's shy.

How she'll look away when she receives a compliment.

How she would share her collection of cards with just you.

... and the way her eyes seem to always sparkle when she spots you amongst the crowd.

All these things just made you fall for her harder. But even in this new lifestyle, it still seemed to come with a box of surprises.

You were in your own house, inside the kitchen preparing a cup of coffee for yourself. It was almost the evening but you couldn't deny your needs. Before you could even take a sip, your front door was slammed open and you turned to see who it was. Your cup still in hand.

To your surprise, you came face to face with an angry expresson on Ellie. However there was more to it, she looked upset, betrayed. That was when you heard a voice telling you inside your head that she must have found out about the truth you and Joel agreed to keep from her.

"You fucking knew" She said. A blank expression remained on your face as you took a sip of your coffee, still trying to maintain your image at this time.

"I don't know what you're talking about" You gently place your coffee on the kitchen counter. Your words having her scoff out of disbelief.

"Don't play dumb with me! I'm not a fucking kid anymore!" She took a few steps closer.

You let out a sigh as your eyes trailed off to the window, looking at the outside. Your lack of response just pissing her off even more. Suddenly, she rushed forward and grabbed you by the shirt. Her actions getting your attention instantly.

"Look at me!" She shouted.

"Look at me and tell me!"

"Tell you what? That I killed all those people for you? That I saved you from those doctors? Is that what you want to hear?!" You raised your voice.

It was the first time she ever see you this angry and this was the first time you see her direct her anger at you. She glares at you before letting go of you, shoving you slightly against the kitchen counter which made several of the kitchenware dangle on the rack.

"How could you...?" She said, her expression now full of hurt.

"It doesn't matter anymore. It already happened. Ellie, this is your life now..." You took a step forward but she ended up taking a step back.

"My life could have meant something"

"Your life would have ended that day! Fuck... listen... Ellie... there was no way that vaccine was gonna work anyways. They were just basing it off a bunch theories. You have to understand" You said but it didn't change her mind even in the slightest. Within seconds, the hatred returned back on her face as she looks at you.

"I never wanna see you again" She said and before you could say anything else, she stormed out the house and left you all alone to your thoughts.

You sigh as you ruffle through your hair out of frustration. How could this happen? How did she find out? Did Joel tell her? Fuck... you rest both your hands on the counter top. Your cup of coffee already growing cold.

Just when you thought your life was hell, a bunch of people from somewhere had ambushed you and Joel when you guys were out on patrol.

The blonde girl you had thought was just another survivor being the one smashing his head open with a golf club and you couldn't do anything as you were knocked out. It was Ellie's cries that had awoken you moments later.

Your eyes fluttered open to be met with the sight of Ellie holding Joel close to her chest, tears streaming down her face while her clothes were dirtied with his blood. She was clinging to him like she was hoping being closer to him would bring him back. But it never happened. During his funeral, you couldn't even show up. The guilt was killing you.

You could have stopped it...

Why didn't you stop it?

Restless nights drove you insane. Apart from the checkups from Tommy, you felt like you were truly alone. You hadn't think this feeling would come to haunt you again after moving to Jacksons. Which led to your rational decision to set out on your way of finding the blonde girl behind this. Nothing but a note left on the kitchen table just for anyone who happens to look for you.

It was hard, you didn't only have the infected to deal with but also a cult. You survived and work your way closer to the location marked on your map.

But in the end, all of it didn't matter because when you finally came close to getting your revenge, you blew it, the girl's physique was larger compared to yours so she easily won over the duel and knocked you into the ocean. It was a miracle you made it to shore.

You felt numb.

Your ears ringing.

In a way you felt that you had failed Ellie.

Because you knew you were never gonna be the girl she looks up to anymore.

You will forever be known as the girl that broke her trust.

The girl she hates.

God sometimes it feels like no matter how hard you try it was never enough...

With your back on the sand, you couldn't help but chuckle a bit. It was silly but you always thought that maybe you'd have a chance with her. What a world would that be?

"(Y/N)?"

You look over your head to see Jesse standing there, your perspective upside down as he rushes over to you. Once he was sure you were okay, he started to fill you in with the things that happened after you left.

As it turns out Ellie had also set out for the same exact goal.

After you were gone, she was confronted by Tommy in hopes she knew where you were headed. To his surprise, she had no clue since the last time you guys spoke was the argument in your house.

Despite the fact that part of her journey was for seeking revenge, she was also worried for you. She had to admit. She was scared. After losing Joel, she didn't want to lose you too. However in the end when she had to choose between finding the girl behind the death of Joel and finding you, she had picked the first one.

Luckily, Jesse was able to take you to where Ellie was at. When you rushed in the aquarium, you found her hunched over and vomiting. Close-by there were two dead bodies, one of them being a pregnant woman. Almost like it was an instinct, you quickly moved to where Ellie was. A hand placed on her back and the other her shoulder.

"Hey... Ellie... its me..." You said, your tone gentle. The sight of you somehow made her relax a bit.

"I...I just... oh god... I didn't mean to..." Her eyes constantly glancing over at the body of the pregnant woman as she stutters but you quickly grab her by the side of her face before she could again.

"It doesn't matter... we have to go..." You told her but she was still hyperventilating. With your arm around her, you ended up dragging her away from the place.

Eventually on the way to the theater they were using as hideout, you guys decided to rest for a while and set up a small camp inside an abandoned book store. Jesse took notice that you two needed time alone and volunteered to keep watch somewhere else. There was tension in the air but you tried to ignore it by making sure the fire didn't die.

"You shouldn't have left without me" Ellie blurted out and you chose to put aside the twig to focus on the conversation.

"You said you didn't want to see me again... so I didn't" You said. The sounds of the fire crackling filling up the quiet night.

You were curious at her silence.

Is she thinking right now?

Did you just piss her off even more?

"You're right" She got up and suddenly began walking over to the other side of the room. You didn't say anything but just watch her rest at the corner before looking back at the fire.

Great job, you fucked up again.

The next morning, you guys continued on your way to the theater while also looking for some supplies inside the buildings nearby. You ended up checking on a small convenience store by yourself while Ellie and Jesse tried to get in the huge supermarket. You walked down the aisle and was able to find several snacks still edible. Then you saw a door.

Staffs Only.

That room has to be crawling with supplies. You twist open the doorknob and began exploring inside, checking every lockers to find it rich with medicines and bandages. It's a miracle this place wasn't looted by that cult.

After your bag was filled to the brim, you started to head out but the second you take a step forward, something grabbed you by the foot which made you fall on your face.

You grunt when you felt a sharp pain on your ankle. You looked down and to your horror you found it was an infected grabbing onto you, the bottom half of its body was missing but that didn't matter right now because its grip was already digging deep into your flesh. Quickly, you took out your gun and shot it multiple times in the head until it goes limp.

"Shit..." You sigh as you rest your head on the ground to process the adrenaline, your feet kicking the infected corpse off you.

Sooner or later, you made it to the hideout with the two. You found yourself settled inside a room to rest. Your bag placed against the sofa while you ran your hands across the face. You felt tired. Suddenly when you tried to lift your feet up to lay down, you felt a sharp pain, rolling up your pants you found a bite mark just inches above the bruises.

For a moment, you thought that your heart had stopped beating. Oh shit shit shit shit this can't be real. You can't be infected. Fuck... Your panic was interrupted when there was a knock on the door. You looked up in a panic.

"Hey um... you got a minute?" She asked. It was Ellie.

You were scared and you sure as hell didn't want her to come in so you remained quiet because inside your head, it felt like there was a red alarm sounding off. You've been infected. You could turn in a few hours from now.

"I'm sorry for the other night" She said which had you look at the door, imagining it's her you're looking at.

"I just figured it'd be easier to hate you than to forgive you"

"But after what happened to Joel... I can't let that happen to us too..." You could hear her sigh on the other side.

"It'll take some time for me to forgive you for what you did but... I'm willing to try... we can start over" She said.

Damn it... this moment could have been perfect... this was everything you had hoped for but at the same time, you knew you weren't going to make it out of this room alive. No matter what you do or say, it won't matter.

"I understand if you're still mad at me. I just hope that you'll also try" You quickly looked away while trying to wipe the tears from your face.

"Maybe after this we can try living together? I mean... your house is pretty big so I thought it can be kind of lonely sometimes. We can keep each other company... start a farm maybe..." She said and you could sense she was smiling a bit from her tone.

You felt your chest hurt. Is the infection spreading already? You can feel your teeth loosening like they'll fall off. Your silence had Ellie take the hint you wanted to be alone which had her smile faltered a bit.

"Look... You're still my best friend and I still care about you so I'm sorry for always making you feel like shit. You know I love you right?" She said and you closed your eyes in hopes of stopping the tears from pouring out.

"I love you too" You mouthed the words but you couldn't bring yourself to say it because even if you did, she'll never be able to understand how you truly felt about her.

"Just promise me you won't do anything stupid again. I can't afford to lose you..."

You clear your throat, feeling it go painfully sore. How could you keep a promise like that? Just then you could hear her walk away with the sound of her footsteps growing faint.

The second you were sure you were now left alone, you hurried to your feet to look at yourself in the mirror. You panicked. Why does this have to happen?

Why did it have to be you?

You pull on your hair out of frustration but then you felt several strands of it easily ripped out just from your grip. Your eyes widened as you felt like your heart was beating from your ears.

You were worried about what Ellie would think.

She just lost Joel... now she's gonna lose you...

Fuck fuck fuck...

You sobbed almost pathetically to yourself. Not because you knew your life was over but you knew what you had to do.

It's the only thing you can do right now.

You went over to your bag and took out your gun. Maybe... shooting yourself instead of letting yourself turn could be less painful. You'd do everyone a favour.

You took a deep breath as you slowly start to point it at your head. Fuck you were actually gonna do it now.

Tears welling up in your eyes once again as snot filled your nose. You had so many regrets... so many things you never got to try.

Maybe in another life, an outbreak never happened. Maybe you and Ellie would still meet in that world. You guys could have gone to college together, maybe have coffee dates or staying up late together to have deep conversations like you two always did. You closed your eyes and let out a long shaky breath.

Maybe you guys could have been in love.

BANG

Your body falls on the ground like a sack of rice. All of your senses drowned out by the heavy smell of blood. As your body slowly started to die, you could hear the sound of the door being slammed open. A figure running over to your side to pick you up.

"Oh shit... nononono... wake up! You fucking idiot! Why'd you do that?!" Ellie cried as she hold you in her embrace.

"Fuck! Jesse! Get the med kit!" Ellie shouted but the light in your eyes were slowly dimming.

"No don't you fucking leave me! Not you too! (Y/N)!"

Her voice was now gone. It was quiet and hauntingly in a way it felt comforting. Almost like all of your problems were washed away.

There was no more surprises you had to worry about.

You could rest now.

[mtkay13]

Gonna post TWO hoboxus today because I CAN! (still desperately trying to catch up with my twitter posts LOL help I'm terrible at this)

From a meme based on art by KOTTERI, the author of Veil (among amazing other things). Find them on twitter @_K0TTERl_!

More musing below, as per usual! (Be ready it's a LONG one again)

I really hesitated with how I wanted to do this. The original had this gorgeous red poster that seemed like a perfect fit for WKX:

(@_K0TTERl_)

Either I went for the imagery of ZZS wistfully gazing upon the mysterious and eccentric WKX, which would definitely have been more aesthetic and undeniably fitting, or I went the semi-humorous route of channelling the "WKX fell for that ugly hobo and his gorgeous shoulder blades" meme-ified side of their dynamic.

Well, clearly that's where I ended up going, but I feel like explaining a bit.

For me, this picture was three-folds:

First part is the meme; it's kind of funny, kind of ridiculous, and sets the tone of what TYK starts off as; rather absurd, with its reasonable dose of dark humor, and the (at first seemingly improbable) meeting and love story between a silly dying hobo and a strange, suspicious, hedonistic gentleman. It felt thematically appropriate for TYK to twist the original image and put the obviously uglier one on the poster since TYK relies heavily on genre subversion to begin with.

Secondly, there is WKX. So, controversial opinion (/jk) but I don't think WKX was necessarily convinced or even really thought that ZZS was "a beauty" underneath his alleged mask. It was probably a mix of various feelings and teasing/provoking which lead to this joke. First, everything he expresses throughout the book and in extra 4; the fascination for this man who seemed too hide great strength and was of no known identity--who was probably more than what he seemed.

(I'm gonna push it just a little bit ((but isn't that the fun of literary interpretation)), but the "beauty under the mask" is not only physical. It could be a way to say, I think that beneath your raunchy, ridiculous attitude, beneath your gross appearance, beneath the pretense that you're a nobody, that you're a peasant, you're probably someone of great importance and great accomplishments, someone much stronger than you pretend to be--someone like me, perhaps, even. The shoulder blades references are, besides of course WKX *actually* noticing them, the observation of how ZZS moves, of how agile his body is, etc...)

Anyway-- the entire point of this intro is to say that to me, this isn't actually referring to that whole side of their dynamic (or not entirely), but rather to that passage that I am STILL OBSESSED WITH where Wen Kexing recognizes ZZS just from the way he's sitting in a restaurant, and that makes him feel things not entirely positive:

Zhou Zishu stepped into an inn alone. He chose a seat by a window, ordered a few side dishes and a jug of mulled rice wine, and drank it slowly while soaking in the sunshine. As soon as Wen Kexing walked in, he saw Zhou Zishu from behind. He didn’t know why, but he thought that this view was quite special—he could always pick it out of a crowd. Zhou Zishu did not sit with his back straight. Most of the time, he lounged indolently at an angle that looked exceptionally comfortable. Wen Kexing thought that it seemed as though nothing weighed on him; seeing him was enough to ease the heart. Wen Kexing unconsciously halted his steps. He stared at Zhou Zishu’s relaxed silhouette for a while, with no trace of an expression in his face or eyes. His heart swelled with some strange feeling—strange, in that it was no feeling at all. He felt as though this man was mocking him with this wordless posture; he who rushed around for one thing or another, who was burdened with so many cares, yet obstinately put on a devil-may-care persona. Zhou Xu—as carefree as duckweed, he thought, with a body like willow catkins. In all the world, with its boundless perspectives, where could you find someone who walked their path alone and never allowed anything to trouble them? Yet he was not apathetic—he had his joy, his anger, his sorrow—and they came in a flash as quickly as they went. Within the blink of an eye, he had forgotten it already.

(Tian Ya Ke, chapter 18, TL by Lianzi) (have I quoted this already??? If not I should have I love this passage so much)

AND THEN QUOTING ANOTHER PASSAGE (LOL), TL by me this time:

From the moment he'd noticed his shoulderblades, felt this rush of excitement, to when he'd started liking who Zhou Zishu was, when he'd thought——so this is the Commander of Tian Chuang. Suddenly, he'd felt as if he'd met his other self. Both of them, lone wolves caught in a hunter's trap, struggling for freedom to no avail, until they had resolved to coldly gnawing off their own legs in the end. He'd felt compelled to follow him around, watched him, until he suddenly realised—if Zhou Zishu could live like this, then surely, so could he?

(Full passage in this other post LOL)

So yes, THIS. Those two things. That's it. Need I say more? HAH OF COURSE I DO I ALWAYS HAVE TO (help)

More seriously--the way WKX is captivated by ZZS' apparent carefreeness and freedom, all the different feelings (or absence thereof, as he puts it, which I interpret as so distant from what he's used to feel that it almost feels like nothing at all) is what I was going for here.... By not showing his face at all LMAO

The envy, the frustration--the impression of being mocked, but also the longing, how it inspired him to follow along and try to be free like he was.

-cough- yes, so that was point 2 out of 3.

Now lastly, about ZZS himself and my representation of him as hoboxu. I think (?) I've written enough about him that I think I can keep this succint. I love how priest often makes a point of expliciting, in the book, how he's so often smiling, and how he's always incredibly energetic in the morning, as if the night of pain had never happened. I like to think that hoboxu is both a carricature of a ridiculous character that ZZS has fun embodying---but also a liberated expression of his deeper self.

WKX feels like he's mocking him, but ZZS is also mocking himself relentlessly, when he feels like the outside resembles the inside finally, when he feels ridiculous in these new robes, when he allows himself the most outrageous behavior---and then there's mocking life itself, mocking jianghu, mocking everything that he nonetheless deeply cherishes. It's almost... gently mocking, affectionate mocking of everything because his own life has become a joke yet he's still going to enjoy it to the fullest--drinking to his heart's content, rolling in the mud and visiting touristy sites (or so he intended).

In the end... the world is still in his own hands. He chose everything, chose the way he lived, the way he (would have) died and still has the power to dissappear at will--but he stays. Stays and endures what he pretends annoys him, because he can't help himself, because he's ridiculous and is aware of it and may as well have some fun while being so.

I can't seem to ever have enough of this, of this vibe. I wanted to have him laugh at and with WKX, at and with the people seeing him, at and with himself, at and with the narrative.

SO YEAH HAH THATS HUM THAT'S IT. You know what they say, it's only a fun meme if there's an essay behind it (noone says that help 😭😭😭😭)

I hope you had fun reading it and have a nice weeked 🤪

[ddarker-dreams]

each version of yan scaramouche throughout the years is ridiculously clinging in their own strange way. 

as kabukimono, the others at tatarasuna often joke that he follows you around like a duckling. there are practically stars in his eyes whenever you’re so much as mentioned, he’s absolutely smitten. his way of getting closer to you — and staying there — had a rather innocent origin. he just so happened to notice that you dote on him even more whenever he makes a mistake or seems to be struggling with ‘simple’ human tasks. at first, he really was having difficulty with things such as getting dressed and brushing his hair, but over time, he learned to conceal his progress so you would take the time to help him. 

the unknown feeling that blossomed in his chest whenever your fingers brushed or he was close enough to smell the incense on your clothes was divine. he’d come up with any excuse to remain by your side, leaning into his harmless image a little too much, albeit subconsciously. after all, you may not have been so willing to allow a man in your bed just because he claimed his nightmares were making it difficult for him to sleep... but because you think he’s so sweet and lacking any ulterior motive, you don’t even bat an eyelash, gladly opening up the futon for him to lay beside you. he just can’t help himself. there’s nowhere he’d rather be than with you. 

as scaramouche, he has a simple and ineffective formula. keep the doors locked + be the only person you can have verbal interaction with = profit? (there is no profit to be had). you’re so sick of him but he’s there anyway. what makes matters worse is his audacity to act like he’s doing you a favor, spending a few hours of his busy day entertaining someone such as yourself. he says it that way too. word for word. with his nose in the air. you really can’t stand him. this method is what he prefers to utilize by far. sure, there might be some sour feelings on your side, yet it eliminates the risk of you leaving him altogether. he can withstand anything — your glares, the frequent cold shoulder treatment you give him — because it means you’re still there. 

for a person who comes off as greedy as he does, he’s surprisingly content with very little. the slivers of mostly negative attention you give are enough to sustain him, the same way a cactus can survive on very little water. if the balladeer had it his way, he’d always be in your vicinity, but unfortunately, he has constant work as a harbinger. which is why he leaves reminders of his existence on and around you to compensate for his absence. even if he can’t physically be with you, the lingering touches you feel and the marks you see make him impossible to forget. 

as the wanderer, he’s essentially jobless, allowing him twenty-four hours in the day to stick by your side. to make matters worse, the dendro archon herself came to you to ask for your cooperation. lesser lord kusanali has seen how taken with you he is, and after some observation, decides you’d be a good influence on the ‘reformed’ wanderer. lucky you. instead of following you around like a cute duckling, he’s more of a feral stray cat. you’ll ask him if he has anything better to do and he’ll shrug and say not really. trying to throw him off your trail is impossible as well, his ability to track you down is uncanny. he claims that he has a sixth sense for ‘sensing idiots’ every time he catches you. 

in his humble opinion, there’s just nothing more thrilling than seeing every side of you there is to see. he doesn’t want to miss a second. if he isn’t in the mood to chase after you and you try to run away, you’ll end up facing a gust strong enough to knock you off your feet. should he be in a good mood, he’ll catch you. if he isn’t, however... he’ll let you fall over and snicker over your misfortune. his antics to keep you close are mostly bearable, since he doesn’t freeload and offers a decent amount of help in your journeys, whether it be fighting off hoards of monsters or cooking meals. it becomes far more sinister if anyone tries to intrude on what he perceives to be your special relationship, though. 

[n6ptunova]

love is (not) easy • chris sturniolo

a/n: i’m back? sorry i disappeared i had no motivation to write & life was kicking my ass, anyway there might be a pt2 to this lmk if you wanna see it or if i should burn it😭

summary: you & chris are best friends, you like him but have no idea how he feels abt you.

warnings: kinda angsty

chris and i have been friends for two years. we met through mutual friends during a party and have been inseparable ever since.

i’m good friends with his brothers too, but something’s different about chris. we immediately clicked that night. laughing at each other’s jokes even when no one else found it funny, bonding over similar interests, and playfully arguing over our differences. it was singlehandedly the best night of my life.

i was convinced i met my soulmate, though, back then i would’ve called it platonic. but anyone with a pair of eyes could see we liked each other. the problem is… we both have commitment issues, we’re scared of what could be. i’m tired of feeling like this.

i’m not good at making the first move so i’ve been trying to drop subtle hints to show my feelings for him. i let him catch me staring at him, i let our hugs linger a little longer than usual, i even started complimenting him more which wasn’t really a part of our dynamic. maybe he didn’t notice yet. or maybe the problem is that he did notice…

now i have a different fear, the fear of losing him. what if he’s weirded out by the way i’m acting, what if waiting too long will make him slip away from me? every time a girl flirts with him at a party i hold my breath hoping he’d shrug her off and come talk to me- and he usually does. until that one night.

we got invited to a party one night and each went to socialize with different friend circles. i look over at chris and spot a girl who’s all over him, giggling way too much, holding his arm and getting closer and closer to him. this is a regular occurrence, i get it, he’s an attractive man but he usually brushes them off.

except this time, he doesn’t move away like he usually does. he doesn’t excuse himself to come sit with me like i’m used to. if anything, it looks like he just deliberately said something to make her laugh more. why was he doing this?

did he actually like her? attracted maybe? but he’s not the hook-up type. i already lost interest in the conversation i was in and began eyeing chris and that girl closely. watching as she leaned close to his ear and whispered something. she was smirking, her eyes looking up at him waiting for an answer to which he looked a little hesitant. it was at that point that he glanced at me and i quickly looked away, not wanting him to see the jealousy in my eyes.

i waited a few seconds before looking back and saw them move from the spot they were in, hand in hand, as she leads him to an empty room. and he was just…following her. my heart beat faster with each step they took, skipping a beat when she pulled him in and shut the door behind them.

i couldn’t take it anymore. i had to leave.

without saying goodbye to anyone, i walked out the front door teary-eyed and headed straight for my car. as soon as i was alone i broke down crying and started replaying the image of them together, wondering what they’re doing up there. what was he doing. why was he doing this?

[just-a-creep-babe]

A Demon’s Ache — Part 3

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Jack’s room is dark, like it usually is

He keeps his blackout curtains closed, both because it’s in his nature to resent the sunlight, and because he doesn’t need the light to see anyways

He’s lying on his back, one hand behind his head, the other on his stomach

His gaze is facing the ceiling, but he’s not really seeing it

He’s too busy thinking about you instead

But that’s nothing out of the ordinary

Really, his obsession has only gotten worse since you let him touch you, since you let him taste you

You have him wrapped around your little finger—and you probably don’t even know it

He closes his eyes

The image of you comes to mind as he does

He thinks about the shape of your face, the curve of your jawline, the angle of your nose

He thinks about your pretty lips, so fucking cute when they’re parted and moaning for him

He thinks about the shape of your body, the swells and dips of your form, the texture of your skin, the smell of your arousal, the taste of your sex against his tongue—

His hips buckle, and he’d barely even noticed his hand had travelled down to his stiffening cock as he thought of you

Fuck

He has to stop this before his obsession consumes him

He needs a distraction—anything to take his mind off of you

He’s about to get on his computer when there’s a knock at his door

He debates answering

Really, he’s in no condition to do so—he’s visibly hard and very obviously turned-on

He hopes whoever’s trying to talk to him will get the hint and leave him alone

But then the knock returns a few seconds later

With a sigh, he fixes himself up, trying to conceal his hard-on, trying not to look half as horny as he is

Maybe this is good, maybe it’ll provide the distraction he needs

But then he opens the door and it’s you

And God, you’re just as mouth-watering as ever

“Hey”

Your voice is quiet, almost a bit hesitant

It takes a moment for him to shove away all the depraved thoughts threatening to surface

And when he does, the best he can manage is a nod of acknowledgment

He should return a greeting, he should ask what’s up, if everything’s ok—fuck, he should say anything, really

But he can’t find the words he’s looking for

All he can think about is grabbing you, pushing you onto the bed and having his way with you

He wants to make a mess of you

“I, uhm… are you busy tonight?”

Your question snaps him from his thoughts

“No, I don’t think I have anything planned,” he answers a bit too quickly, “Why? What’s up?”

You shift in place, and he notices that you seem to be avoiding eye contact

Can you tell what he’s thinking?

Is he making you uncomfortable?

“I was wondering… if you’d like to meet me in the garden? Maybe around sunset, if that works?”

He clears his throat, and forces the image of you wrapping your lips around his swollen cock from his mind

“Yeah, I could do that. Is there… is there a reason for it?”

Your eyes widen slightly at the question

What’s gotten you so nervous?

“Uh, yeah, there is a reason. But I’d like to talk about it tonight. So, um… anyways, I have to get to something right now. But I’ll-I’ll see you then!”

And just like that, you turn and walk away, leaving him behind without any further explanation

He watches you go, still trying to shrug off the image of you in the midst of an orgasm from his mind

Fuck, he should really try to get his urges under control

It’s only when he closes the door shut that it clicks

He smacks his face into the palm of his hand, groaning

God, he’s so fucking stupid

Did you just ask him out?

And he was too fucking horny and oblivious to catch on?

Something like frustration boils in his blood—until it actually sinks in

Wait

Did you really just ask him out?

As in—you like him?

And you want to take things further—maybe even make them official?

His heart flutters in his chest

Excitement like nausea churns in his stomach

Finally

Finally

Is he finally going to get the chance to make you his?

He paces to one side of his room, already trying to imagine what the conversation will be like

He shouldn’t get his hopes up, but he can’t help himself

He’s been waiting so long for this

So, so incredibly long

All of those sleepless nights he laid awake, thinking of you, imagining what it’d be like to mate you—and now he’s finally getting his chance

He can feel his pulse getting faster, his body growing warmer

Anticipation infiltrates his system like an irritant

He glances at the clock on his nightstand; 2:51 PM

Sunset would be in about 4 or 5 hours

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down

There’s no point in overthinking it right now, and it’s probably not a good idea to build it up so much anyways

Whatever happens, happens

He sits at the edge of his bed and clasps his hands together

A minute ticks by

The silence is suddenly deafening

He doesn’t want to think about tonight

He shouldn’t think about it

But it’s like his mind is working against him

Because the more he tries to push it away, the more he finds himself imagining what you might tell him in a few short hours

Until eventually, he decides, fuck it, he needs to expend this energy somehow

••

7:30 PM

Golden pink hues color the puffy white clouds in the sky

He’s early—embarrassingly so

But he couldn’t wait any longer

Staying holed up in his room was getting agonizing

His desperation was making him want to crawl out of his own skin

And after thinking about it over and over and over again, he came to the conclusion that even if the point of this rendezvous isn’t to confess, he’ll ask what you think of him anyways

Because the on-and-off hot-and-cold is just about killing him

Besides, you let him touch you twice now, surely that means something, right?

Pacing back and forth in the garden between some rose bushes, he starts overthinking yet again

The air is warm and sweet, and the flowers are big and bright and beautiful, but he’s too nervous to appreciate the moment

“Act natural,” he murmurs to himself, “don’t fuck things up. For the love of God, don’t fuck this up”

He shouldn’t let such a small request for a meetup get to his head, but he’s entirely drunk on the thought of you returning his feelings

Screw not getting his hopes up, they’re basically skyrocketed by this point

“Chill, just chill. Don’t scare her away…”

“Hey Jack”

Jack is used to a variety of strange things

He’s used to talking dogs and walking corpses, and that’s just scraping the surface

But being a near-perfect predator, he’s most certainly not used to people sneaking up on him

And he’s been so on-edge that it actually makes him jump when you make your presence known

“Fuck—(y/n)! I didn’t notice you coming”

His reaction makes you laugh, and god, he’d let you scare him every day if it meant being able to hear that laugh

“Sorry, I thought you heard me”

No, he thinks, I was too busy dreaming about making you mine

“It’s fine,” he answers, and he’s grinning beneath his mask because just being around you makes him feel like he’s floating sometimes

You’re like the embodiment of sunshine and happiness and everything good in the world

“So, uh, I guess I… I sort of just wanted to clear the air on something,” you start, and whether you know it or not, you have Jack’s full attention

He’s hanging off your every word like a guilty sinner during a prayer

“About what’s been happening between us,” you hesitate, and it’s like every passing second is stretching into an eternity

His thoughts are racing a mile a minute, desperately trying to predict how the next few minutes will play out

He wants you to say you love him, say you need him just as much as he needs you

And god, more than anything else, he wants to be able to kiss you

He wants to tangle his fingers into your hair, pull you close and kiss you until you’re both panting and dizzy

He wants to claim you with his teeth

“I think… I think it’s best if we stop”

There’s a pause

Your words almost don’t register with him at first

It’s like his brain refuses to process what you’ve just said

Time practically comes to a standstill—like it’s just you and him standing under the sunset

He can almost pretend nothing else exists

He can almost pretend you said the opposite of what you meant

“I-I shouldn’t have let things go as far as they did. It was a mistake, and I’m sorry”

A mistake

It’s the only word he seems to latch onto

And he finds himself repeating it over and over and over again in his head

“But I really, really value our friendship, and I hope that won’t change anything about it… right?”

You finally stop to look up at him

He’s thankful he’s wearing his mask

It allows for a certain amount of disconnect, a certain level of detachment

You can’t read his expression, so he can’t fuck things up by accidentally showing how he truly feels

Like he can’t live without you

“Yeah, I understand,” he tries to keep his voice even

Completely neutral

Devoid of pain from that bitter sting of unrequited love

You smile, relieved, blissfully unaware that you’ve shattered the demon’s heart

“That’s great! I’m really glad you understand, I was worried this would change something between us”

It changes nothing for you, he realizes, but almost everything for him

“Uhm… and yeah, that was basically it. I’m happy we were able to set things straight”

You offer another smile

And even though he really shouldn’t be thinking about this right now, he can’t stop himself from noticing how soft your lips look

And how he’ll probably never be able to feel them against his

“I have to go, I think Slender wanted my help with something, but I’ll see you around”

He nods, and just like that, you leave him behind

You leave him behind, just like you always do

He stands there in the garden, alone, surrounded by roses and tulips, for god-knows how long

It feels like a few minutes and a few hours at the same time

Your conversation replays itself in his head like a broken record

He imagines all the ways it could’ve played out differently

Maybe he should’ve said something to make you reconsider

But maybe it was already too late

Maybe he’d waited too long

Maybe he’d missed his chance after letting you get away that first time

And maybe he should’ve followed you out the kitchen that second time—no matter how suspicious it may have seemed to the other creeps walking in

He should’ve cared more about labels, he should’ve asked your opinion, he should’ve done this and that and just about a thousand other things differently

A slow, simmering kind of anger builds in his chest

It’s not your fault

Acting almost purely on instinct, he starts walking in a set direction

And the rest of the night is a blur

He hears the screams, feels the blood and viscera on his hands, bones against his teeth, but it all feels distant

It’s almost like he’s underwater

He’s drowning; in and out of consciousness, in and out of rational thought

At one point, he hears sirens blaring

And when they start closing in on him, he’s lucid enough to know that he should run

••

Pain

There’s a dull ache consuming the entirety of his body

His back, in particular, is throbbing

Eyes flashing open, Jack finds himself waking up at an unfamiliar scene

Two tall buildings sit on either side of him, blocking the view of what seems to be a dreary overcast day

He moves, and a jolt of pain shoots up his body

He groans

He feels so stiff

There’s something hard and lumpy beneath him

He shifts, finds a half empty garbage bag beneath him, and tosses it away

As soon as it registers that he passed out next to a dumpster in an alley, the smell hits him

And god, it fucking reeks

He covers a hand over his mouth to hold back a gag

And the smell of blood on his hands is just barely enough to cover the stench of the garbage

He doesn’t look down to take inventory of the state of his body

He’d rather not know

Instead, he shakily pulls himself up to stand, then stumbles out of the alleyway

A vacant street lined with large white buildings greets him as he tries to figure out where he is

Judging by the way each property is fenced-off, he can only assume he’s in some kind of factory district

Except that half of the buildings look abandoned, and the other half look like they’re on the verge of falling apart

With the mass of grey clouds hiding the sun, it’s impossible to tell what time it is

He can only hope he hasn’t been out for more than a day

With a sigh, he rakes his stained fingers through his disheveled hair

Something tells him getting back home will be a longer trek than he’d like

By the time he finally does make it back, the sun is just on the cusp of rising

There’s a quiet stillness to the air as the sky lightens with every passing moment

It took him the rest of the day to figure out where he ended up

And then for the entirety of the night, he had to make his way back, ducking in and out of shadows to avoid being seen in the busier suburban neighborhoods

But now he’s finally reached the mansion, which means he’ll finally be able to clean himself and dress his wounds

The first thing he does is makes his way to the closest shower

Not every room has a private bathroom, so there are a few communal showers scattered around the mansion

It’s not the usual bathroom he goes to, but he’s filthy enough to not be picky

He closes the door behind him, locks it, then strips down until he’s bare

His shirt, his hoodie, his pants—everything he's wearing is beyond salvage

Between the various rips, tears, and dark stains of brownish red, he figures he might as well throw them all out in the bathroom’s trash next to the toilet

He doesn’t want to be reminded of what he’s done, anyways

He doesn’t need to be reminded how much of a monster he is

With the his ashen grey body fully exposed, he uses the opportunity to inspect his wounds in the mirror

It’s difficult to see if he’s injured where there’s dried blood flaking on his skin—he can’t really tell if it’s his blood or someone else’s

But either way, none of his wounds look serious, and even the larger gashes and bruises seem to be healing quickly

He probably won’t even need to bandage any of them

With a sigh, he turns the water on and steps into the shower

As soon as the hot water hits his skin, it’s like a weight lifts from his shoulders

His stiff muscles slacken, relaxing beneath the water pressure

He lets the warmth envelop him for a minute or two, lets the water drip down the curves and angles of his sore body

Then he rolls his head to stretch his neck out, then does the same to his shoulders

He passes his fingers through his hair a few times to remove the bits of flesh still clinging to his short-cut dark strands

And then he gets the soap and starts washing himself

He’s so filthy that the suds turn red by the time they trickle down the curve of his v-line between his hips and his torso

There's also dirt or blood—he's not entirely sure which, caked onto the back of his neck, which he quickly scrubs away

He’s extra careful when he cleans around the bruises and gashes decorating his skin, but it’s thankfully painless

The last thing he cleans is the dried blood trapped beneath his fingernails

And even though he’s cleaning such vile remains off of himself, it feels like one of the best showers he'd had in a while

It's relaxing, peaceful, something he doesn't allow himself feel too often

He almost doesn't want to leave

He’s warm and comfortable and blissful in the shower, sheltered from the consequences of his actions and the remorse he’ll feel when his thoughts inevitably return to none other than you

But he knows he can’t avoid the painful truth forever

He does one final pass of the soap over his body, rinses it all off, then finally steps out

Shit

He doesn’t have a change of clothes

With a sigh, he grabs one of the extra towels from the cabinet, dries himself off, then wraps the towel around his hips and exits the steam-filled room

This bathroom is farther from his room than he’d like, so he has to pray he won’t run into anyone on his way there

But considering it’s so early in the morning, his chances of detection are probably unlikely

Unfortunately, luck doesn’t seem to be on his side when he turns a corner and bumps into someone

And he’s utterly mortified when it’s the one person he absolutely does not want to be seen by right now

"Jack?”

You sound just as surprised as he is

The demon’s suddenly hyper-aware that the only thing covering him is one measly little towel wrapped around his hips

That is, until he notices that you’re also not wearing as much as you usually are

But he doesn’t have time to appreciate the sight of your bare legs when he sees whose hoodie you’re wearing

It almost makes him sick

The musk clinging to you, nearly overpowering your sweet scent brings a special kind of rage to the pit of his stomach

"What are you—why are you up? It's like four in the morning"

He almost throws your own question back at you, but he realizes he doesn’t want to hear you say it

Besides, the answer is obvious enough

"I had to get the blood out"

It's all he says

And then he turns and walks away

For once, he makes it a point to be the one leaving you behind, instead of it being the other way around

But it’s not nearly as satisfying as it should be

He almost can't believe it

Of all the people you could sleep with, you slept with Jeff?

[starhvney]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mcd laurance x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: he's lost too many people he's loved, he can't lose you too

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: diaries!laurance, hurt/comfort, laurance and reader aren't explicitly said to have a relationship or feelings for each other but it's implied, reader and laurance are travelling for a mission together

𝐂𝐖: nightmare, descriptions of blood but no specific description of injuries or violence, mentions of character death

𝐀/𝐍: why is it so hard to write endings >:( anyways kind of short drabble but i needed to get this idea out

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

before he could ever see anything, he could smell it.

that familiar metallic scent of blood soaking into the ground. he smelled it when joh was shot right under his nose. he smelled it when he was in the nether and the scent of his own blood was his only reminder that he was still alive. when he was barely conscious but felt the life of ungrth draining next to him, that same sickening smell invaded all of his senses.

it can’t be happening again. his chest fills uncomfortably with panic, his rib cage feeling like it could break at the seams and burst through his skin. not again.

one second you were right in front of him, that sweet smile on your lips and that certain sparkle in your eyes that you seemed to reserve just for him. he must have blinked, or turned for only a slight second, but that was enough for you to slip from his fingers and out of his sight.

for a moment he froze. the sight of blood trailing into the dark forest ahead replacing the warm image he had of you just a moment ago. it’s deafeningly silent, before a scream echoes ahead. your scream. his feet carried him forward before he even realized he was moving. wind rushed past his ears and twigs snapped under his feet, your name frantically falling from his lips. he usually ran faster than this. why couldn’t he run any faster?

and the smell. it nearly staggers him to a halt as it hits him like a tidal wave.

he finds you, sprawled in an uncomfortable heap on the forest ground. your chest heaves unevenly, every gasp of air was followed by a pained whimper. and your blood. it was everywhere. smeared across your skin. seeping into the moss below you. there was so much he couldn’t even tell where it was coming from. 

he drops to his knees next to you, lifting you up to hold you in his arms. he moves your hair out of your face, cupping your cheek and rubbing it like it would put more life into the paled, blood-drained color.

“come on. don’t do this to me.” he says through clenched teeth, hoping for some sort of response but getting none.

not you. not you. not you. 

he repeats your name, his voice strangled and desperate. he feels your blood staining into his clothes, that metallic scent seeping into his skin.

he lightly shakes you as he’s once again met with silence. complete silence. your chest doesn’t heave for air, and your body now lays completely limp in his arms.

it feels like suddenly his own blood has been drained, all feeling in his limbs numb as he cradles your body to his chest as you go cold.

no, no, no.

“laurance…? …up…”

no. no. no.

“…wake up. laurance, wake up!”

he shoots up from his bedroll in a panic, barely giving you enough time to move back as he nearly bashes his head into yours. his panicked breaths fill your shared tent as you contemplate reaching out to him.

“woah, woah. it’s okay,” you try to reassure him, leaning over to catch his gaze.

frantic eyes meet yours, and before anything could be said, you’re yanked forward into an almost crushing hug. laurance’s hands grip on to you like you could disappear at any moment. fingers thread through your hair as he holds the back of your head, tucking you into the crook of his neck as his other arm wraps around your waist.

“you were having a nightmare… it’s okay.” you whisper to him, voice slightly unsteady.

you’d never seen him so shaken. not since he thought hayden died, or ungrth sacrificed himself. even then, he managed to keep some sort of composure. now, his muscles tremble and tense weakly, the adrenaline from his dream dissipating and wearing him down.

“…laur-“

“just. stay here. for a moment.” his voice hoarsely strains out.

you go quiet, hugging him back. a few minutes pass like this. with your chest pressed against his, you feel his rapid heartbeat eventually slow to a less panicked pace. he regains some control of his breathing, each breath in your ear shaky and stuttered. 

“what did you dream about?” you ask tentatively. 

he doesn’t respond at first, but you feel his breathing and hesitate pick up for a moment. 

“stay with me.” his voice is muffled in your hair.

“…what?”

“don’t leave my side. don’t go out of my sight for the rest of the journey.”

“we’re only two days away from phoenix drop, i’ll be-“

his arms tighten around you, squeezing some of the air out of your lungs. you try to squirm to get a better look at his face, but you can’t budge even an inch. 

“…okay.” you agree, hoping to calm whatever anxiety had been caused by his dream.

“promise.”

“i promise.”

his grip slowly relaxes again, but he still doesn’t let go. instead, he leans back into his bed roll, taking you down with him. you make a small noise of surprise as he does, grasping into his linen shirt to steady yourself as you practically lay on top of him.

“…do you want to stay like this till morning?” you ask hesitantly, moving your head to finally get a look at his face.

there’s a light sheen of cold sweat across his face, his eyes shut tight as he seemingly tried to focus on his breathing. slowly, he nods, exhaustedly extending his arm out to grab the blanket from your bed roll. he yanks it over you, respectably keeping contact with you while using your blankets as a barrier.

“try to go back to sleep and get some rest.”

you wrap your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his hair and shifting up to tuck your chin over his head. laurance releases a shaky breath, steadying himself as he relaxes further into you. soon you hear nothing but the crickets outside of the tent and his deepened breaths.

“i’ll be here when you wake up.”

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[neverinadream]

Once Dance, Chérie

Summary: Charles gets you to do the one thing most fail to do: he gets you to dance.

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Fem!Reader // Arthur Leclerc x Fem!Reader (briefly mentioned - strictly platonic)

Requested: Nope.

Song Inspo: Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) - Edison Lighthouse

Warnings: fluff, the reader is technically younger than charles - like arthur's age, not necessarily a friends to lovers but like maybe a hint at it - maybe...

Notes: i don't even know what this is or if i like it but i can't lie, i was listening to the glee cast version of unchained melody and then i got this idea of charles trying to get arthur's best friend to dance with him at a wedding so this happened....yeah....anyway, feedback is always appreciated, it helps a lot

"Say cheese!"

"No, Charles," you shake your head, covering the lens of the cheap, disposable camera. They had been left out on the tables, with people being encouraged to pick them up and take pictures. You had enjoyed watching your baby cousins running and sliding around the ballroom on their knees, avoiding the discipline of their parents, giddy to snap pictures of other guests, plates of food, the wedding cake, and close-ups of each other's faces pulling various funny expressions. What you didn't enjoy was fending off your best friend's older brother trying to take pictures of you. "Charles, please, stop," you pleaded, finally pushing the camera away, "I really don't think Daphne wants an entire camera roll full of blurry images of my face."

"I wouldn't necessarily say that would be a bad thing," he replies, giving up on his mission to snap as many pictures of you as possible. His mouth curls into a smile as he catches you rolling your eyes, mumbling something incoherent under your breath, hiding behind your champagne flute. "Well," he clears his throat and rises from the table, "you'll at least dance with me, won't you?" He watches your eyes travel to his hand extended in front of you, the smaller glimmer of hope he had melting away as you reject him. "Why not?"

"Simple answer," you shrug your shoulders, "I don't dance."

"It's a wedding, chérie," it slipped off his tongue with ease, "everyone dances at weddings."

"Not me," you continue your protest, folding your arms across your chest.

He wiggles his fingers in the air. "Come on," he tries to entice you with a smile, "I know you like this song." You did like the current song playing. It was 'Love Grows' by Edison Lighthouse. It reminded you of Saturday mornings as a child, watching your dad float around the kitchen, twirling your mum around until she was laughing, before doing the same with each of you and your sisters. "Just one dance."

"Arthur won't like it," you tell him, trying to find a new excuse not to dance with him.

He raises his eyebrow, the corners of his mouth dropping and the smile he once had before now disappearing. "Now you're just making up excuses not to dance with, chérie," there it was again, so easily said like it meant nothing at all to him, "Arthur has been telling me to stay away from you since you were both fourteen years old. It hasn't exactly worked, has it? Why don't you really want to dance with me? Hmm?" His arm finally drops, his hands tucking loosely into his pockets. "I'll have you know, I'm an excellent dancer," he boasts, drawing a soft chuckle to spill from your carefully painted lips, "just ask Eloise." Eloise was your baby cousin and someone who had taken a fancy to Charles, tugging his hand and dragging him away to dance as often as Charles would allow it to happen.

"Eloise is seven years old, Charles," you fire back, shaking your head, "she would tell you you're an amazing singer if you were to sing her favourite song to her."

His bottom lip falls away from his top lip. "The little liar!"

"If you must know, I don't dance because I can't dance," you fold your arms, plucking your champagne flute between your fingers, tilting it to take a long sip, "I have two very clumsy left feet."

"I'm going to let you in on a secret," he says, removing his suit jacket in one simple, fluid motion. He leans forward, bending over you as he hangs the jacket over the back of your chair, all an act of his so he could get close enough to you to whisper, "I have two left feet too," into your ear. He swears he could feel the heat that pinched your cheeks, quietly chuckling when you avoided his eye contact as he straightened up.

"I, uh," you take another sip of your champagne, just enough to lubricate your dry mouth, "I thought you just said you were a great dancer?"

"I believe I said an 'excellent' dancer," he corrects you, unbuttoning his cufflinks, proceeding to roll his sleeves up, "and I've been told that my source might be unreliable." Satisfied with his sleeves, he extends his arm, offering you his hand as he attempts, one last time, to ask you to dance. "Doesn't your date deserve at least one dance with you tonight?"

"Your date?" You scoff, repeating his words back to him. He doesn't reply but grins back at you instead. "And how exactly did you end up being my date?" You push for an explanation, "because I thought I came to this wedding without a date."

He gestures his hand between the both of you, like he was trying to mime out his answer. "I have no date," he continues to wave his hand back and forth from his body, "you have no date." You failed to see an ounce of logic in his answer.

"And neither does my sixteen-year-old cousin," you fire back, pointing to the dance floor, "I'm sure he would love to have Charles Leclerc as his date tonight."

"One dance, chérie."

A sigh pushes past your lips. You knew Charles could be persistent, but you didn't think he would be this persistent. "You won't stop pestering me until I say yes, will you?" He shakes his head, grinning with a playful glint in his eyes. "If I say yes, will you promise that you will never ask me to dance ever again?"

"I pro-"

"And you'll promise to stop trying to take pictures of me?"

He rests his hand over his heart. "I promise never to ask you to dance ever again," he tells you, his face softening as you finally take his hand, "except on our wedding day." You look off to the side, biting back the urge to laugh or smile. "We'll have to dance at our wedding, chérie," he chuckles, offering you his other hand and helping you to your feet, "or did you think I forgot about it?"

When both you and Arthur were four, your mothers made a joke about the two of you being so attached to the hip that you would one day get married to each other. They were met with a chorus of disgust, the two of you shaking your heads and Arthur pretending to be sick. Charles, however, announced that he would marry you instead, because if Arthur wasn't going to marry the prettiest princess in all of Monaco, then he would instead.

"You're still the prettiest princess in Monaco, chérie."

"Five," you count, unable to ignore the flutter in your belly as he repeats it, "that's five times you've now called 'chérie' tonight. Some might say you've used it over excessively tonight. Enough times to last a lifetime."

"Would you like me to call it you again?" He asks, tilting his head to the side. He takes a second to study your face, painting an image of your beauty in his mind to remember you by until the next time he saw you. "Or, perhaps you want me to call you something else?"

"Perhaps I just want us to dance."

He nods, releasing one of your hands, and interlocking his fingers with the other. "Then lead the way, chérie," he feigns a gasp, the corners of his lips tugging into a smile, "that was number six."

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@lovelynikol16 @bracedes @chelseagirl98

[xxspringmelodyxx]

Let Me Love You~

I hate college so much, why did I decide to work in the science field??? Why did no one stop me!! Anyways, I just got done with three tough exams and so now I am here to write for myself and for you lovelies! As always, I hope you enjoy~

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Warnings: Suggestive content, minors and ageless blogs DNI!!

feat: Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Nanami Kento

Part II for these characters possibly?

Gojo Satoru

“There you go, just like that. You’re doing so well, Y/n.” Toru praised as his hands rested on your waist. His breath brushed up against your ear as he spoke. Your body tensed up at the sudden contact, making your breath hitch as you stared at the bean bag you just shot. You and Toru were out training, working on your aiming skills with your cursed energy. You asked him to train you a bit on it as you knew he would be helpful. However, today he’s been nothing but the complete opposite.

Lately, you’ve been noticing Toru getting more handsy with you. You weren’t sure why, but each day it got progressively worse. Yes, you two were a couple…but you both made sure to hide it for a while so that it didn’t get in the way of your current mission. However, during that certain mission, unbeknownst to you, a good amount of men came up to you, flirting and practically throwing themselves at you. Toru loathed every second of it, and it was getting harder and harder for him to hold back. Every day that passed, it would always play in the back of his mind, distracting him from whatever it was that he was doing.

When he saw that the flirting wasn’t stopping, and saw how oblivious you were to it, he couldn’t handle it anymore and decided to find out ways to show everyone that you were his. And his alone.

At first, it was just cute hugs and kind compliments…but then it became more and more intimate.

Just the other day he kissed you on the forehead, almost catching people's attention. You tried to play it off, confused as to what he was doing, especially since he was the one who said they should make their relationship a secret for a while.

Yesterday was bad too. He held your face in his hands, bringing you close to his face as his lips brushed against yours….in front of people.

Thankfully, you dodged his kiss and played it off as a joke, allowing the others to think it was just Toru being the playful idiot he is.

But today…he was being ruthless. First, when you walked with some of the targets you were after, he showed up and wrapped his hand around yours, caressing it softly. Then, while you were eating lunch with them, he gently licked the inner corner of your mouth as he saw there was a bit of mochi filling on it. During that, his hand was caressing your inner thigh under the table, inching its way up towards your most sensitive area.

It was getting harder for you to contain yourself, especially when he kept giving you loving and lustful eyes.

And now, he was all over you during your training. Thankfully, no one was there to witness how he was handling you.

“Toru, what are you doing! We will get caught if you don’t get your hands off of me. What is up with you lately?” You asked, still confused as to why he started acting up suddenly.

With his mouth right behind your ear, he chuckled, placing a soft kiss to the outer shell.

”You mean to tell me that you don’t see it?” He asked, moving one of his hands that were on your waist under your shirt. His cool fingers slowly traced their way up and down your tummy, sending shivers down your spine. His body was so close to you, as if he were afraid you would suddenly disappear out of his grasp if he let go.

“S-See what?” You asked, trying to stifle your moan from his contact.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t aroused. He’s been teasing you all day and you knew for damn sure that your underwear were slowly getting ruined due to the arousal pooling down there.

Suddenly, his smirk disappeared and was quickly replaced with a frown. Images of you getting flirted with began to appear once again.

His hand on your waist tightened, making you concerned.

”Toru?”

“Them.” He said with frustration seething through his teeth.

“Them?” You repeated, still not sure what he was talking abou.

”Don’t you see how they talk to you? How they look at you? It’s like they’re undressing you right in front of me with their eyes.” He says, his grip still tight on you.

”My love, what are you talking about?” You whispered, sensing a group of people coming your way.

”Y/n, those men are all over you. And you are so fucking oblivious to it that it pisses me off.” He finished, biting your neck, trying to mark you.

A small shriek escaped your mouth as you tried to move, fearing someone would see.

”T-Toru! Stop! What if someone sees!” You whispered to him, unable to escape from his grasp.

”I don’t care. I’m tired of hiding our love from them. They will see it. Then, finally, they will stop.” He growled a bit, sucking and biting on the same area of your neck.

“But you said you wanted to hide it so it didn’t get in the way of-“

“I know what I said. And it was stupid of me to suggest that. Every day I have watched them come up to you and flirt like I wasn’t right there. I had to watch them touch what is mine. I watched them scan you up and down like you were nothing but a piece of meat…And I couldn’t do anything about it. All because of a stupid idea I proposed.” He interrupted, beginning to move his hands up your body to your chest.

”I hated every second of it.” He mumbled, placing a soft kiss to the bruised area on the back of your neck, staring at it with pride.

He turned you around, making you look up at him. You could see the anger and hurt in his eyes as memories of you and the other men kept playing in his head. It made your eyes soften as you placed your hand on his cheek, caressing it with nothing but love.

”Oh, my sweet Toru~ I am sorry you went through that. I am sorry that I was oblivious to it, but that is only because I could never imagine myself with them in the way that I am with you. You are my one and only…and I could never look at someone with the same amount of love that I hold for you. My heart is yours, and yours alone.” I spoke, guilt building up inside of me due to the fact that I totally missed how he was feeling.

Toru’s heart raced as you said those words to him. He knew you meant every word, and his love for you just grew more than before. His frown was replaced with a soft smile as he placed his hand over yours, kissing it.

”I know, I know…and I want you to know that I am not blaming you in the slightest, nor am I mad at you. It’s them.” He said, kissing your forehead softly.

”How about we go out today? Just you and me.” You suggested, seeing Toru smirk.

”That sounds nice.” He started, placing his hands on your waist. You smiled up at him and nodded, about to start walking. However, his hands forbade you to move, keeping you right where you were. You looked up at him with confusion, still seeing his smirk plastered on his face.

”But I have something else I’d like to do instead.” He finished. Without hesitation, he picked you up and then slammed you into the nearest wall he could find, keeping you above the ground.

Your eyes widened as you looked at him. He lifted his blindfold, staring through your soul with his beautiful blue eyes. You instantly heard the sound of the men you two were after right behind the wall.

”Toru, what are you doing?” You asked with panic, trying to keep your voice down.

He chuckled once more, only this time it was more seductive and predatory-like.

”I told you already, my dear~ I am done hiding our love from everyone. I'm gonna show everyone just who you and I belong to~” He said, smashing his lips onto yours.

”Toru, we can’t do it out here! They will see us!” You tried to say in between his kisses.

”Oh, Y/n~ They won’t see you. Ill be sure of it. I only want to make them hear how good I make you feel~ How only my name is going to be the one slipping out of your mouth.” He said, kissing down your jawline.

”B-But what if they try to come in?” You questioned, trying to hide your moans through biting your lips.

He stopped what he was doing and looked at you with a smiley face.

”Then I will kill them. Only I get to see your beautiful body. No one else.” He said, going back to kissing you.

”Now, don’t hold back~Show them how good only I can make you feel~ You can do that for me, can’t you?” He asked, rubbing his knee up against you, making your back arch at the long awaited touch.

”mmm~” You moaned, nodding to his words, slowly losing yourself to him.

”that’s my good baby~” He said softly, going back to kissing your neck.

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Geto Suguru

I groaned from disgust as slime and dirt dripped off of my body. I couldn’t wait to take a long, nice, and warm bath. Those cursed beasts really took a toll on me this time and all I needed right now was to relax.

I open the door to mine and Suguru’s place, taking my shoes off at the entrance.

“Back already, my love? I’m almost done with the food, I just need a few…minutes.” Suguru said, coming towards me to kiss me. However, he stopped dead in his tracks as he looked you up and down with concern.

”Honey, what happened to you? You said you were just going to pick up some groceries!” He asked as he came to help you.

“I am fine, Suguru. I did get some items…but as I was making my way (Downtown, walking fast) back home, two curses decided to introduce themselves to me and attack me. Knowing I had no other choice, I fought them and killed them. Not only that, but their residue ruined the groceries I bought and now we can’t even use them.” I complained, trying to not get anything dirty.

“You should’ve called me, honey. What if something bad happened to you?” He asked, trying to hug you. You stepped away, however.

”No, babe, you’ll get dirty if you touch me. And you are wearing nice clothes right now.” You said

”I don’t care. Come here.” He said, pulling you into him and holding you close. The thought of you being alone terrified him. He should’ve been there. What if you weren’t able to fend them off? What if they were too strong? What if you…you…no he didn’t even want to think about it.

”Suguru? Are you okay?” You asked, feeling his grasp tighten around you.

He didn’t say anything, though. He was too lost in his mind at the thought of losing you.

You quickly took notice of it and placed your hand on his cheek, bringing him back to his senses.

”Hey, it’s okay. I’m fine, my love. You don’t have to worry about me.” You said, making him shake his head.

”No. I shouldn’t have even let you leave by yourself. I should’ve just gone with you instead.” He sighed, holding you close.

”Baby, its okay. Really.”

”No, its not. It’s dangerous out there…and I let you leave on your own! How stupid could I be?” He said to himself, growing angrier with himself by the second.

”Hey, look at me.” You spoke, forcing him to look down at you. You smiled softly at him and placed a soft kiss on his nose, reassuring him that everything was going to be okay.

”I know…its just that…I can’t imagine my life without you, Y/n. You mean far too much to me, and the thought of losing you…It’s just too much for me to process.” He said, slowly calming back down.

”Well let me just say this…” You said, pulling him closer to you.

”You won’t ever lose me. Come on, look at me. I’ve fought 8 cursed beasts all at once before! Two small ones are nothing…in fact, Ill be here for so long that you’ll eventually grow tired of me.” You joked, making him softly smile down at you. He grabbed your head and kissed you on the lips, kissing you with so much love and passion.

”I could never grow tired of you, my love.” he said, looking deep into your eyes.

“But still, I’m not going to let you go out alone ever again.” He finished, standing back up with a smirk. He turned around and took off his apron that he was wearing, going to the basement to place it in the dirty laundry. As he was down there, he yelled up to you.

”By the way, I ran a bath for you. I figured you’d like it to go and soothe yourself. Seems like it was a perfect day to do so.” He said, making your heart flutter at his thoughtfulness.

“Plan on joining me?” You teased, making him go silent.

”Don’t tempt me, baby. Besides, I still need to finish making the food. So you go wash up and when you come back down, we can eat.” He said, coming back upstairs.

I nodded, placing another kiss on his cheek before running up to our bathroom. I turned on the shower, washing all the dirt and slime off of me. I then turned the shower off and got out, going to our bathtub. It was still warm and there were even bubbles in there. You quickly dipped your foot in, testing the water to see how warm it was. Perfect!

You sink down into the bath, letting the warmth take over your body. The delicious aroma of lavender enveloped you, as you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to be transported to a world of serenity and relaxation. The warm embrace of the bath felt so good as you felt it begin to wash away the cares of the day and soothe your soul.

Your muscles relaxed as you went further down into the water, sprawling yourself out. The bath itself was very large. It was a spacious wooden tub, elegantly crafted with smooth curves and warm tones, beckoned with its deep, inviting interior.

You close your eyes, immersing yourself in the soothing warmth, allowing the fragrant bubbles to envelop your senses.

However, just as you were about to doze off, you heard the sound of the bathroom door open. You open your eyes to see your love standing tall above you.

He smirked down at you, seeing you enjoying the bath he made for you

”Enjoying yourself?” He asked, making you hum

”Of course. Although, I only wish you were in here with me~ It would make me feel even better.” You teased, closing your eyes once again.

However, when the sound of clothes being tossed on the floor was heard, your eyes snapped open. Before you could react, Suguru slipped into the bathtub with you, staring at you through his eyelashes.

You felt your face heat up as he scanned your body.

”S-Suguru I was just kidd-“

”Oh no. You said it would make you feel better if I were in here with you, did you not? Well as your loving husband, it is my job to make sure you feel good all together~” He said, slowly making his way towards you.

Your heart started to race as his hands started to make their way up your legs, sending shivers up your spine.

”You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He asked, placing his hands in between your legs.

You felt your body tense up a bit at his hand placement, feeling him slowly spread your legs apart. You tried to close them, but he didn’t allow it. Instead, he came closer to you, placing his body right between your legs. He was now hovering over you, his hands caging you between him.

”You look even better from this angle though, my sweet angel~” He spoke softly, caressing your face with one of his hands.

Even though you were in a tub full of water, you could feel something pooling between your legs. You were becoming aroused rather quickly just from his simple touch.

“I wonder what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours~” He continued, lowering his head so that his lips were only inches away from yours.

You felt his breath fan your mouth, your body slowly inching towards him as if he was magically pulling you in.

“Do you like this, my sweet angel?” He asked, moving his hand that was on your cheek slowly down your neck, tracing your collarbone. You moaned a bit from his touch, arching your chest up a bit. He smirked and chuckled, loving the effect he was having on you.

”How about I make you feel even better tonight? Hmmm? Would my sweet angel like that?” He asked, placing a kiss on your cheek, slowly moving down your jawline.

You nodded, moaning a bit more from his open mouth kisses on your jaw to your neck.

��I need to hear you say it, honey. I need to hear you say you want me~” He whispered in your ear, licking the outer shell of it.

You opened your mouth, quick to speak.

”Suguru~ I need you so bad right now~ Please~ Make me feel good in a way only you know how to~” You whined, feeling his lips on your neck once more. He sighed, feeling his cock twitch at your words.

”That’s my sweet angel~ Now, let me make you feel good in more ways than one tonight~” He said, grabbing your body and repositioning you two so that you were sitting on his lap.

”Let me help you relax~”

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Nanami Kento

“That was a tough day, Kento. I don’t ever wanna go through something like that again.” You said, sitting down in the passenger's seat as he sat down in the driver's seat.

“I know. I’m just sorry you got wrapped up in all of this in the first place.” He said, a bit of guilt evident in his voice. He started the car up after he said that and began to drive away from the building we were just in. We had to investigate a murder that took place there. Apparently, two men were found dead there with both of their heads sliced right off. The only issue is that we couldn’t find any evidence of who or what could have done this. We spent hours upon hours there and left with nothing. We were both tired and stressed from it because these murders have been happening more recently lately. And they all end up in the same situation. With no lead, it feels as if we will never find the culprit behind this whole situation. It just feels like we are walking in circles.

I looked up at Kento and smiled softly, placing my hand on his free hand. I wrapped my fingers in his and brought it up to my face, placing a soft kiss to the back of his hand.

”It’s not your fault, Kento. It’s no ones. We didn’t know that this case was going to be extremely hard, but that’s what we signed up for. It’s going to be a long and tough case to beat, but I know we can do it.” I said softly to him, still not letting go of his hand.

A small smile found its way to his face at your sweet words. Just hearing you say that started to make him feel a little better. He was just as equally stressed as you were, if not more. He was in on this case longer than you, and seeing that he was getting no where, he asked you to help him in hopes of getting something. But even with your help, nothing has changed. He was so lost at this point. He’s never been this bad before, therefore he was not used to it, nor did he like it.

Not only that, but he feels horrible for asking you to help him in the first place. You had your own job to work on, and now he’s just added more work on top of it. He noticed you were struggling to get any sleep because of it. You were just so damn passionate about everything you do, which is why he fell in love with you…but it was starting to worry him.

You were more important to him than anything in the world and the fact that you weren't taking good care of yourself bothered him to no end.

Every now and then, he would find himself having to force you to go to bed with him. Or he would have to remind you to eat. What’s worse is that he would focus so much on you,that he would forget about himself. That’s when you started to become worried. You two were so enveloped in work and the other person that you both didn’t even see that you, yourselves, were not taking care of your needs.

That’s when you both knew that this mission was taking a major toll on you.

You both needed to figure out a way to relieve your stress or else it was going to be too much for either of you.

”Maybe we should take a week off just for ourselves. I can call Toru and let him know. He would understand.” You suggested, looking up at your lover. He just stayed silent, however, not sure how to respond.

He would love nothing more than to just spend a week with just you. No work, no obnoxious people (Satoru Gojo), and no crime. Just you.

But a part of him felt like it would be selfish of him to just leave the mission like that for a week. What if something happens again and he’s not there?

”If you don’t want to do that, we could always figure something else out, my dear. But we need to figure something out soon because we both need the break.” You continued on, seeing the gears turning in your lovers head.

You knew he was overthinking again, going back and forth between work and his personal life. You weren’t mad at him about it, however. You did the same things too. But you knew one of you needed to come up with a plan, otherwise you two would struggle for the rest of this mission.

Plus, you also missed the time you two spent together. It had been almost 3 months since you two went out together just for fun. And you wanted to feel that again.

”No…you are right. We’ve been in this for way too long…and I notice the issues going on. I want to spend a week with you, my love…but to leave the mission to that idiot? It would be careless of me to do so.” Kento spoke up, making you smirk.

”Kento, you know he would never let anything bad happen. This is Satoru Gojo we are talking about. And yes, he is a cocky bastard 99 percent of the time….but even through all of that, he still makes sure everything goes to plan. Plus, he’s got help. I’ve noticed him and a special someone have been getting along quite well.” I mentioned, talking about my best friend.

“I still can’t believe you got him to fall in love. Who would’ve thought it possible.” Kento said, making you smile.

”I knew he had it in him. He just needed the right person to bring it out of him. And that person was my bestie!” You said with a small giggle, making Kentos heart skip at the sound of your laugh.

He suddenly placed his hand on your leg, giving it a tight squeeze.

”Okay, how about this. We tell Gojo we need to take a little break to get back to normal. We take three days off, and if we are still not feeling up to it, we take another three days off?” He suggested.

”That way, if we are back to our normal selves within three days, we can go back to helping investigate the crimes going on and hopefully putting an end to this case. If not, we stay the extra three days away from work.”

”That sounds good to me…though I have a feeling we will be using up as much time as we can get.” You said with a smirk.

He chuckled a bit, moving his hand up a bit. A small squeak came out of your mouth from his sudden movement, making Kento’s smile change into a sinister smirk.

”What’s wrong, my dear?” He asked, moving his hand up a bit more to your sensitive area.

Your body tensed up at his quick personality change. His cool fingers gripped the flesh of your thigh, surely leaving a mark.

”N-Nothing, Kento…” You said, trying to ignore his hand.

”Hmmm.” He said, going back to driving.

A good 10 minutes of silence passed as you stared outside the window, watching the buildings and cars go by. By this time, you had completely forgotten that Kento’s hand was still tightly wrapped around your thigh.

He, however, didn’t. He wanted to toy with you. His stress was still high, and he knew yours was too…so he figured what better way to relieve stress than with some nice and rigorous sex. He looked down, noticing the tight bulge in his pants. During the 10 minutes that passed, while you were looking at the scenery outside, he was thinking about where he could park so he could fuck the living daylights out of you. The thought of you underneath him as he split you in half turned him into something else.

Thankfully, you didn’t notice that you two were in an abandoned area…well not until he parked the car.

”Kento? What are we doing here?” You asked with confusion, looking up at him. However as you did, Kento looked down at you with heavy lidded eyes, his breathing slowly getting heavier as images of you in lewd positions filtered his mind.

”I need you.” He said…well more like growled.

”W-What?” You asked, not sure if you heard him correctly.

“I. Need. You~” He repeated himself, unbuckling your seatbelt and lifting you up.

”Kento!” You exclaimed as you threw you in the back of the car.

He quickly undid his seatbelt and got in the back as well, pushing you down onto your back.

He was now towering over you, undoing his tie and taking his glasses off.

“Right now?” You asked, never thinking Kento would want to do it in a car.

”Right now, my love~ I can’t hold back anymore.” He said, placing his body weight on you, sandwiching you between the seat and him. His lips quickly attached to yours, kissing you with nothing but love, lust, and want. His hands caressed your body ever so gently. His fingers ran up your tummy, slowly pushing your shirt up to expose your chest. His legs got in between yours, making sure you couldn’t close them.

The windows quickly began to fog up due to both of your guys’ heavy breathing, but neither of you cared. You both were now enveloped in one another, wanting nothing but to feel the touch of each other.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, my dear~ So good that you won’t be able to forget this for weeks.” He spoke in between kisses. He forced your mouth open so that he could stick his tongue inside, playing and dancing around with your tongue.

”Kento~” You moaned in the kiss, feeling hot from the contact.

He pulled away from the kiss, leaving a string of saliva connecting between the two of you. He looked at your eyes, feeling his cock begging to come out and go inside of you already.

“Are you ready, my dear?” He asked, making you nod.

”Always for you, my sweet Kento~” You responded, pulling him back into you for a kiss.

”That’s my love~”

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[kuni-is-daddy]

XIAO AFTERCARE + FIRST TIME HEADCANNONS.

EufH I love xiao he's so FUCKING FINE NDNDN. IF HE SAID JUMP, ILL SAY HOW HIGH. ugh😭y'all I need help

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FIRST TIME

ARCHONS OMG. XiAO DOESNT KNOW ANYTHING. ABOUT SEX. NOTHINGG.

Probably jerked off once or twice because he heard it would ease stress.

Same thing for character's like kakashi from Naruto or even diluc and scaramouche. It takes trust. Like PROPS to you for even getting him on a date. Personally I see him and scara as one of the COLDEST people in the game. Capitano too.

You'd have to introduce him to sex. Things you like and even how it works.

Xiao would understand but be very hesitant. To him your body is beautiful like fine china but fragile like glass. He wouldn't want to spread his "karmic debt"

BUT HE CAN SPREAD THESE LEGS 😃🤠😩🤪

While you do it. It would be a little inconsistent because xiao is experimenting and experiencing so many feelings at once. Lust, enjoyment. So please have patience with our lil yahska :))

He got a bigg dick. Just don't know what to do with it.

While your getting at it when you moan the first couple of times he'd stop immediately and ask if your okay.

Xiao might be a introvert and have no experience but he'll catch on after you say your fine and go faster. He'll start to chase his own high and got lost in the pleasure while your hips jerk back and forth.

Xiao might growl and let out some low grunts or even bite on your neck a little if you wrap your legs around him.

Probably give him head first so he'll get use to the pleasure thing or even have him finger you.

AFTERCARE

Yeah you'll have to explain sex but xiao isn't dum. If he thinks your in pain or something is wrong he clearly will stop. After he cums he'll immediately ask if your okay, disregarding his own well-being for you. Total Chad. You'll most likely do it in wangshuu inn because he feels safe and at home their. So he'll grab some clothes and teleport down stairs and fetch some water and almond tofu for you two to share.

He might even ask you if you FEEL THE KARMIC DEBT. He is very concerned for you, try not to get annoyed or he'll teleport away for a day or two as you wonder why it's been so quiet around where you live...

THE FUTURE

The next day xiao probably won't be home when u wake up babes :(( demons you knoww.. but if he is YOU WON THE LOTTERY FOR REALL.

Xiao would probably spend time trying to figure out where you two stand. Did you just fuck for fun? Or are you the cure to his karmic debt. Only time will tell.

Xiao can be amazing with sex but.. he has to learn since your most likely his first time. Teach him about your kinks and he could pleasure you anyway you want. Just do the same for him alright? :)

[ronwestbreeze]

TO YOU , WORLDS AWAY : PART TWO : CHAPTER NINETEEN

pairing: jake sully x fem!reader

summary: your new life on pandora

word: count: 3.4k

author's note: get ready for a whole lot of domestic chapters of the sully family hehe &lt;3

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Year 2160

“Doc!” Spider grinned happily when he spotted you.

The lab Norm and Max had set up was spacious enough for you to enter. And it was a little strange being the tallest one in the room for the first time. Though you were never really that short in your former body, it was still a startling contrast.

Spider ran up to you, awing at your new body, “Wow, you’re so tall!”

You grinned, kneeling down in front of him. Ruffling his hair, “And you’re so tiny, little Parrot.”

His little arms wrapped around your neck in a tiny hug, “I’m glad you’re okay. Mom says you weren’t feeling well and that I couldn’t see you.” When you pulled away slightly, he had a little pout on his lips, “I thought you left for good.”

Sometimes you forget how young the boy was. Had to be around Kiri’s age, maybe a little older. Still he was too young to truly understand what had happened and you were sure that Mary would prefer you not go into heavy detail. And you really didn’t want to burden him with it either.

“I was a little sick and it was very contagious.” You say instead, cupping his small face in your larger hands. “I didn’t want you to catch what I had. Now I’m better.”

Spider nodded like he understood, his wide eyes still taking in your face. “Now you’re one of them! When can I be like them?”

Norm entered the lab the same time Spider asked that and chuckled loudly, “Too little, kiddo. Gotta wait until you’re older.”

“So I have to be old?” Spider pouted. “Like you?”

You snorted while Norm rolled his eyes, “Keep up with the attitude and you won’t get one til’ your thirty!”

Spider stuck his tongue out at him as you laughed, placing the boy on your shoulders before following Norm to one of the computers. In some places you had to duck your head extra low, just so the boy’s head wouldn’t get caught by the ceiling.

When Norm brought up some images, swiping by to get to what he wanted, you spotted one of Hell’s Gate. Well, a blueprint of it at least. It looked different from the other one—the one you saw years ago while snooping through their computers after you first arrived on the planet. You had to have been sixteen or seventeen at the time when you saw the old blueprint outlines of Hell’s Gate.

Norm noticed your where your gaze settled and sighed, “Ever since the last one was destroyed—which I have to say was pretty fucking ballsey of you—those of us that stayed behind after the RDA left worked on rebuilding what was left. Keeping at least a few of the places alive and working so that we could live here comfortably.”

“You seemed to have made some progress.” You hummed, feeling Spider resting his arms and chin on top of your head.

Norm shrugged, “It's amazing how much time can go by when you’re hyper focused on this.” He waved his hand at the blueprint flippantly. “It’s not the same Hell’s Gate—don’t think we or the Na’vi would want it that way anyway—but it’s enough, ya know?” He then tilted his head, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “Though, you could’ve left a little more than scraps for us to work off of.”

“My bad.” You shrugged, both of you grinning.

Norm then pulled up a few schematics and other blueprints, this time of smaller projects. “Alrighty, what do you think, Doc?”

You spent the past twenty minutes giving your opinion on some of the projects. Then again, that was the whole reason as to why he asked you here in the first place. To get an engineer’s opinion on work. Like the good ol’ days. The only good days, really, besides Grace’s School. You liked being useful. Back when you first arrived at Pandora, you were trying everything you could to make yourself useful for the team. That was when you joined Grace in helping out with the school.

And when that had come to an unfortunate end, you buried yourself in studies, passing all your exams to become a prodigy engineer and a biologist in training.

Now, as a practically newborn Na’vi that was now starting your way as one of The People, you had to find new ways in this culture, in this clan, to be useful.

Max then arrived, standing awkwardly in the doorway, “Um, one of the warriors is here for you, Doc.”

You cringed when you realized the time, “Crap—I mean darn!” You placed Spider down as he stared up at you in confusion. “I forgot the time—you got it from here, Norm?”

He nodded, “Yeah, thanks for your help. You still got it, Doc.”

“Of course, I do.” You stood, adjusting the loincloth. “I may be in a different body but I’m still the best damn engineer on the planet.”

“Can I come with you?” Spider asked, following you as you walked toward the lab entrance. Even through the window you could see a warrior, standing further away and looking quite impatient.

You gave him a small smile, “Not this time, little Parrott. I got to start my training and I don’t know if they’d take too kindly to bringing you along on my first day.” Spider pouted and you ruffled his hair again, noticing bits of it were locking up. “Maybe next time, okay?”

“Okay.” He nodded, not hiding his disappointment.

When you got outside, the warrior’s eyes narrowed on you as you cautiously approached him. “You are late.”

“Only by a couple of minutes.” You weakly protest.

He huffed, adjusting his grip on his spear, “Come. We have much to do. We’ve already wasted enough time.”

Without waiting for a response, he leaped up onto a tree and began climbing. When he saw that you weren’t right behind him, he scowled down at you. “Skxawng! Climb!”

Rolling your eyes, you began climbing up after him. Like last time, you weren’t as fast compared to Neytiri. And it was the same with this nameless warrior. The only difference this time was that he didn’t have any particular patience for your slowness.

“Faster!” He ordered from his spot on a branch. Once you got up to the branch he was on, he glared, “If you plan to fight like one of us, you must learn to navigate this forest. It is your home now, you must know your own way without someone having to tell you.”

“Alright, I get it.” You mumbled. And really, you did. You had no energy to complain or protest against the attitude he was giving you. All you could do was follow him and learn. That’s all you could really offer at this point. “At least tell me your name.” You started as he started jumping from leaf to leaf. Wobbly but steadily, you followed after him. “You probably already know my name so don’t you think it’s fair?”

“Ezì.” He muttered, pointing his spear ahead. “Follow and watch.”

Carefully, you followed his instructions. Ezì moved elegantly and swiftly through the trees. Barely making a sound. You tried to mimic him, it wasn’t perfect but it was the best you could do. Ezì didn’t complain so it seemed like you were doing something right.

The both of you continued going like this, not stopping once. You figured if you asked for a break he’d probably snap your head off, so you refrained from doing so. At some point, you even managed to pass a Thanator without it noticing your presence. From the high ground, the creature looked a lot less intimidating.

Ezì watched your expression as you stared at it, “You’ve seen them before?”

After a few seconds, you realized he was speaking to you and nodded quickly, “Yeah, um, yeah I read about them and nearly got sniffed out by one a few days back.”

Ezì had a thoughtful expression, “You escaped one? You? Without having to kill it?”

“Yeah?”

“And you learned how by reading your….” He made a flippant gesture, “books?” You rolled your eyes, tail swaying behind you. “That is not how we will be doing things. You do not learn to be a warrior by reading. You learn by action.”

A sudden thrust from behind threw you off the branch. A yelp left your lips as you fell through a bunch of large leaves until you got to the ground, where the Thanator was.

You glared up, “Are you fucking kidding me, man?!”

From above, Ezì gave a smug grin as he squatted from his spot above, “You’ve escaped one before. Show me that you’re a warrior!” The Thanator’s eyes were already locked onto you, growling. “Show me you are worth my time and not another dreamwalker skxawng!”

You would’ve scowled at him, cussed him out, but the Thanator did not wait for you. When it pounced, you dashed away.

In your former body, you wouldn’t have been able to move as quickly as you were. Haphazardly jumping onto trees and plants, avoiding the Thanator’s claws and attempts at pouncing. Still, it didn't mean you were a pro at it, at least not as good as Neytiri or Ezì. But it was enough. Enough to keep you alive.

You just needed a way to lose it. Since your oh so generous teacher didn’t give you a weapon to defend yourself, losing it was the only option. As you kept going, you chanced a glance at the Thanator, finding it still on your tail and nearly grabbing it. You had to think fast.

Ahead of you was a vine hanging low from a taller tree. You jumped up and grabbed onto it, the Thanator missing you by inches at another attempt at pouncing toward you. Using what little upper body strength you had, you climbed up the vine as fast as you could, with the Thanator still growling at you from below.

One thing you knew for sure, well as for as your intellect on the subject went, they weren’t climbers. God you hoped they weren’t.

But of course, things couldn’t be easy for you.

When you got to a branch that was higher up than the one you had been on with Ezì, you spotted the Thanator making its way toward you by pouncing from tree to tree. And it was moving pretty fast too.

Damn those creatures!

Again, you leaped onto a nearby leaf, sliding down to another until you reached another branch. You looked up, stopping. The Thanator was nowhere in sight. And it was far too quiet.

For a moment, you wondered if Ezì was nearby, watching you with an annoying smug expression on his face. You thought about calling to him, but you weren’t going to be that reckless. That stupid.

This scenario, this training method, chillingly reminded you of your time training with Quaritch. He had taken it upon himself to teach you to fight when your father couldn’t. And you had asked him to, you were determined to be strong like him and your father. That part of you was long gone. But at least you learned one thing from him.

Always be aware of your surroundings.

Your ears twitched, your hands searched the ground beneath you until you found a long thick stick that if upon further inspection you’d see it used to be a smaller branch. But it was enough.

Leaves shuffling behind you gave you the go ahead turn around and swing as hard as you could.

And your swing had connected with something solid. The black blur of the Thanator toppled off from the hit and fell through the big leaves. You waited and waited until you heard a thud from below.

After waiting a few more seconds, you finally climbed down. Albeit clumsy, you managed to make it down without slipping or injuring yourself.

Ezì was already there, kneeling down next to the limb Thanator. He was mumbling something, words you could barely hear before he stabbed the creature with his spear. The creature went still after a few seconds and then Ezì stood to face you with an unreadable expression.

You tried not to think about the fact Quaritch would do the same thing. Examine you from head to toe, calculating without you knowing it until his words come. That’s what Ezì did with you. Out of habit, you waited for judgment.

Ezì finally spoke, “You’re quick on your feet. That could be useful.” He circled you, poked at the arm that held the branch. “Perhaps you’d do well with a spear…mmm, yes. A bow would slow you down…”

“Could’ve used one by the way.” You commented with a huff, dropping the branch to the ground. “The thing could’ve killed me.”

“But it didn’t.” Ezì smirked. “You are like Olo’eyktan. Adaptable. But a faster learner than he was.” You tried not to seem impressed by those words. You’d tease Jake about it later. “But you have a long way to go, tsmuke. Are you prepared for that?”

You shrugged, a determined look set on your face, “I wouldn't be here if I wasn’t.”

“That’s right.” Ezì smirked. “You wouldn’t be. Come. The sun is still high. We have much more to do.”

And you spent the entirety of the day scouring the forest with Ezì. He taught you all about the forest through minced words and a lot more action. Let’s just say, he liked putting you in dangerous situations. Though, he says it’s so you could adapt quicker and always be prepared to act without having to think about it.

Before dinner had arrived, you had spent the last of your day learning how to bond with a direhorse. For the first few hours you had failed but you were so determined to get it right, that you spent nearly half the entire day on it, despite Ezì telling you it didn’t have to be mastered in one day.

But eventually, you were able to stay on and bond with your new direhorse. Ezì, both impressed and reluctant, made you ride around to test if the bond was actually made. And you did. And it was amazing, almost relieving as you galloped through the forest with Ezì right next to you. This time he allowed himself to be impressed.

“Well done, tsmuke!” He grinned at you. “Well done!”

A smile broke out onto your face. Because you realized right then, what you felt was nothing close to your former training. It didn’t feel as gratifying as this. As proud. You always felt like you had to keep earning something, even if you were making progress. You still do, deep down, you knew that taming a direhorse wasn’t enough to be one of The People. You knew you had a lot more to do, a long way to go.

But it was looking pretty alright.

You came to dinner that night on your direhorse, surprising both Jake and Neytiri. But the kids' eyes widened in excitement.

“Horsy!” Kiri giggled excitedly as she ran toward you.

“Kiri.” Neytiri scolded but her face didn’t match the sternness she tried to muster. She followed after the child while looking up at you impressively, “Ezì is teaching you well then.”

You grinned as you picked up Kiri and sat her down in front of you on the direhorse, “Nah, I’m just a good student—get this Jake, he says I’m better than you, but I think we already knew that…”

“Ha. Ha.” Jake rolled his eyes, “I was not that bad.”

Neytiri grinned, “Ma’Jake, you were worse.” You laughed as you slowly rode around them, Kiri giggling in your arms. “You fell off so many times, face dirty every time. It took you two weeks to be able to tame yours.”

“Okay, okay, she doesn’t need to know all of that.” He sent Neytiri a look despite the smile he tried fighting back. “Besides, the flying is a lot better anyway.”

“I want to fly!” Kiri shouted, waving her arms around. Lo’ak began following behind the direhorse, asking for turns to get a ride.

“You will one day, baby girl.” Jake smiled fondly up at the two of you.

“My turn! My turn!” Lo’ak said to you as you pulled your direhorse to a stop.

You grinned down at the younger boy, “Alrighty.” You heaved him up and placed him down in front of you and Kiri in front of him. “Hold onto your sister.”

“Tell us more stories!” Neteyam said from next to his father.

Neytiri thought for a moment as you continued circling around them. “When I met your father—”

“God no!” Jake sighed, cringing as both you and Neytiri laughed. “We’ve already told the story, Neytiri. We fell in love and the end.”

You purse your lips, “I know I wasn’t there but I’m definitely sure it didn’t happen like that.”

“It did not.” Neytiri confirmed.

Soon Neytiri began telling the children about how Jake and her met. It sounded as if she had told the story many times before and so had Jake who chimed in every once in a while. Eventually, you got off your direhorse and set both Kiri and Lo’ak down as they listened to the story.

As Neytiri finished, Neteyam looked at you curiously. And in that adorable way where he tilted his head up at you as you stood behind Jake, yellow eyes looking at you curiously. “How did you meet, sempul?”

You hummed thoughtfully, the day you met him clear as day in your mind. “Well, unlike your mother, I did not want to kill him at first.”

“But you were definitely thinkin’ it.” Jake commented as you knelt down behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Oh I was.” You paused thoughtfully before continuing, “My sa’nok actually introduced us. In a way she set us up.” And so you told a lighter tale of how both you and Jake met. From when you were humans, from your time together in the Hallelujah Mountains, and up until the war with the Sky People which you told them cleverly that they’d have to wait until they were older to hear the rest of that part.

Eventually, after finally getting the children to eat and put to bed, Jake pulled you toward a random direction, “Jake, the hammock’s that way.”

He chuckled, “Ssh and follow me. I’m gonna show you somethin’.”

“Show me what?”

From behind you, Neytiri grinned, squeezing your shoulders, “The stars!”

Before you were about to say something dumb like “I already see the stars”, you soon realized what they meant when they led you to their two ikrans. Neytiri stepped away from you and got on her own. Jake led you to his, pulling you up to sit behind him.

The last time you had rode with him on his ikran was five years ago and one of the few good moments the two of you had shared together, after seeing each other in your avatars for the first time. Now you sit behind him again, wrapping your arms around your mate confidently while past you would’ve been hesitant and shy about it.

“You remember what to do?” He grinned at you over his shoulder.

“Shut up.” You pinched his waist.

With that, the ikrans took off. The wind whipping your face, caressing your ears and ruffling your hair. The forest below you and the sky…Neytiri was right.

They were taking you to see the stars.

As you flew, you leaned over a bit, holding onto Jake’s shoulders, to get a better look at his ikran. You never realized how beautiful yet vicious they were, how elegant they flew.

A grin tugged at your lips, “I have to get me one of these.”

Neytiri let out a hoot, smiling as she flew next to you and Jake.

You felt Jake’s hand tap your thigh, gaining your attention toward one of the moons. You had never seen it so clearly, even back when you rode with Jake for the first time, you had never seen anything as beautiful as the moon in the sky.

Your laugh was mixed with Neytiri’s excited shouts. And your eyes danced from the sky to meet Jake’s who looked back at you fondly, holding your hands tightly around his waist.

And in that moment, you hoped for more like it.

This peaceful life wasn’t so bad.

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How would the tfa bots elite guard and cons react to meeting the sparkling beans

Yes! The sparklings have returned! I turned this to it being mainly be focused on the main cast rather than some of the background characters. I am planning on writing another post on the elite guard an the sparklings. For now let us enjoy the Bots and Cons reactions to The Beans.

Hope you enjoy!

Autobots and Decepticons reaction to a pod full of sparkling beans

SFW, familial, platonic, Cybertronian/ Bot reader

TFA

Optimus Prime

“…Oh Primus! Ratchet! Ratchet! RATCHET!”--Optimus

Oh no he is not prepared for this! The academy did not prepare him for a situation like this!

He still is the leader, so he tries to maintain some control.

Except most of his team is cooing at the sparklings and not paying any attention on the instructions.

“Okay so we need to figure out—”--Optimus

“AAAAWWWW! They are so cute!”--Sari

“Hold on—”--Optimus

“I can’t wait to show you how to skate with your wheels!”--Bumblebee

“We don’t even know—”--Optimus

“I bet you’d like the birds unlike some bots…”--Prowl

“…”--Optimus

Once the sparklings get all clear from Ratchet, Optimus is going to try and contact Cybertron to take the sparklings. He does eventually realize that Cybreton is not going to take them seriously, so he guesses that they are the team’s responsibility now.

He tries to make time for the sparklings when he comes back from patrol every day.

Takes some out on drives when they are particularly restless. Optimus like to take them out near the park or around the plants property. They almost always fall asleep when they are on the drive.

Somehow the sparklings have a six-sense knowing when Prime gets back and or is having a bad day and seek him out for cuddles.

“Have you seen Prime?”--Bumblebee

“No not since he went out on patrol?”--Ratchet

“Have you tried comming him?”--Bulkhead

“Yeah, but he doesn’t answer it.”--Bumblebee

“Psst!”--Prowl

“Huh?”—Bulkhead and Bumblebee

Optimus being semi buried under the hoarde of beans on the sofa.

“…”--Everyone

Sari taking out her phone.

“Don’t—”--Optimus

Click!

Ratchet

“… why…”--Ratchet

Inner Panic!

He hasn’t seen these beans in thousands of years. How did they even come here anyways!

Ratchet makes sure to check on all the sparklings to make sure that they are okay. He knows that Cybertron isn’t going to have them as top priority, so he set to make a makeshift nursery with Bulkhead.

Sometimes when the workload doesn’t require two servos, he’ll carry one of the beans in one.

When he does take a drive outside the plant, he might bring a bean or two to give them a change in scenery.

But the drives are never too far from the plant.

He has a magic touch to get the sparklings to fall asleep within a couple of minutes.

“Can’t you believe they did that?”--Ratchet

Incoherent babbling

“Exactly.”--Ratchet

“…What just happened?”--Optimus

Bumblebee

Sparkling giggling

“I AM NO LONGER THE SMALLEST BOT HERE!”--Bumblebee

He is a bit excited seeing the little guys!

Bumblebee has never seen one before and wants to do everything with them. He does get reminded from time to time that they can’t do things like he can, so he improvises. He’ll play some racing games with some of them on his lap. Regularly gives them piggyback rides. The beans seem to like those.

Since his alt mode is smaller than most of the teams, he can’t carry too many sparklings at once.

He does give them giggles and laughs when he goes fast. This also involves some of the team getting worried about him going so fast.

He doesn’t sleep too often with the sparklings, trying to keep up his cool guy image, but there are times that the team does catch him sleeping in the nursery with armfuls of beans snoring away.

Bumblebee on the floor, helm leaning against a pole, snoring mouth wide open with a few beans snoring on his lap.

Click!

Sari

Sparkling cooes

“I Am Big Sister.”—Sari

She will protect these beans with her life.

She loves them so much. Sari regards them as her extended family, like the bots. The sparklings are a bit bigger than your average human baby, but that doesn’t stop Sari from trying to hold them.

The sparklings love this small but warm orange blob and constantly follow her around when they see her.

Doesn’t want to take the chance of carrying them around on her jetpack so she just flies around them keeping them entertained.

The bots need to watch when Sari comes over around nap time.

“Any luck finding her?”--Optimus

“Nothing…”--Prowl

“Maybe the Dinobots took her again?”--Bulkhead

“I found her!”--Bumblebee

“Thank the Allspark! Where—”--Ratchet

Sari burried under a pile of beans.

“This is how I die.”--Sari

“Don’t worry we’ll just—”--Bulkhead

“Let me die this way!”—Sari

Click!

“Bumblebee!”--Sari

Bulkhead

Sparklings start crawling to Bulkhead.

“Guys? Guys! GUYS!?”—Bulkhead

Don’t get him wrong, he loves these little bity beans.

But Bulkhead is so scared he is going to crush him. He has a very interesting klutzy streak and refuses to touch the beans for a while.

But after much reassurance from the team, he relents and picks one up with so much fragility. Soon the horde was coming for him.

Bulkhead tries to teach them how to paint with baby graded paints. He makes sure to praise each sparkling for their creativity, never once telling them that they should paint.

The sparklings love the paints and have found a new blob to seek for play time.

Thanks to his altmode he can bring almost all the sparklings with him on rides outside the plant.

Bulkhead does not want to sleep or take naps near the sparklings afraid he might squish them, instead opts to help Ratchet put them in bed.

Sparklings snoozing on his chassis

“Guys…”--Bulkhead

Click!

Prowl

Flashbacks…

He is one of the more protective bots considering the sparklings. He failed the past protoforms, he is not failing the beans.

Prowl does his best to teach them about the joys of nature.

That doesn’t go too well the first time around. But has found that the sparklings like being in the park or playing under the tree in his room.

His altmode doesn’t allow him to give the sparklings rides outside the plant. Prowl does try and make up for it by taking some sparklings up high the branches of the tree in his room.

Has gotten yelled at for that.

His room is one of the best for the sparklings to take a power nap, especially when he is meditating.

Once he mediates the net things, he knows that he has some beans clinging or draped over him sleeping peacefully.

Sari and Bumblebee entering Prowl’s room seeing The scene.

“Don’t you even—”--Prowl

Click!

Megatron

“… This is… a turn of events…”--Megatron

“Well Lord Megatron I can simply disp—”--Starscream

“Did I say that?”--Megatron

Megatron is not that heartless against these beans.

He does make it a priority to keep them safe and well. These could be potential soldiers for his army anyways.

No, he definitely doesn’t go soft for them…

Has some members of his army taken babysitting rotations. No buts unless they have urgent duties. The shortest rotation is Starscream, he doesn’t let the beans go too long with him.

Megatron has been known for keeping two beans with him. He does the ‘evil guy petting the cat in chair’ thing with them.

He doesn’t leave the base too often, but when he does it’s for the beans. Just flying for a bit before returning to base.

He always puts the sparklings in their nursery when its time for their nap.

“You wanted to see me, Lord Megatron?”—Icy Blitzwing

“Yes, Blitzwing it is your rotation time.”--Megatron

“But didn’t you want me to do the patrolling?”—Icy Blitzwing

“…True—”--Megatron

“LET ME DO IT LORD MEGATRON!”--Lugnut

“… Fair enough.”--Megatron

Starscream

Multiple sparklings crawling all over the place.

“Why are there so many!? DON’T TOUCH ME—“—Starscream

Definitely wasn’t expecting this but views this as a potential win for him.

Once he becomes leader, he’ll have some fresh new soldiers to order around. All he needs to do is get Megatron out of the picture and not get attached.

Starscream has failed at both of these.

He becomes attached to the beans the moment one of them pats his faceplate gently and babbles incoherent things. He hates that he has the shortest time with them and whines a lot about it.

He does occasionally bribe another Decepticon in babysitting duties. This rarely works unless they have an assignment to do.

Takes the beans on flying trips all the time while bragging about how when he becomes leader, he fully expects them to back him up.

He always makes sure that the sparklings are I the nursery on time, not a minute later.

“Come on now. Say it after me. Lord Starscream!”--Starscream

Sparkling sneezes

“… it needs some work…”--Starscream

Somewhere in the base…

“Someone is disrespecting Lord Megatron…”--Lugnut

Blitzwing

Sparkling giggles.

Window rebooting noises.

His faces are divided on the subject at hand.

Icy is indifferent over the sparklings.

Hothead is a bit frustrated over how fragile the bean.

And Random loves them so much.

Surprisingly Blitzwing is the second-best babysitter the army has, it’s all thanks to his faces.

Icy takes care of the basic needs the beans need.

Hothead takes care of the sparklings safety, though he has to switch with the other faces if he gets particularly mad, he hates getting them scared over his angry face.

Random takes care of the fun parts and sleeping.

Due to his faces changing so fast influencing his altmode change, he isn’t allowed to take the sparklings out. This is made up with more Random fun times.

Icy makes sure the sparklings are put in the nursery on time.

Hothead is either early or late, no in between.

Random is always 2 hours late.

“The beans are sleeping.”--Blitzwing

Little snoring noises

Windows rebooting noises

Lugnut

“Lugnut you will be taking care of these sparklings for the rotation period.”--Megatron

“AS YOU WISH LORD MEGATRON! THESE SPARKLINGS WILL BE IN THE BEST SERVOS OF YOUR GRAND AND GLORIOUS ARMY!”--Lugnut

“…Thank you Lugnut…”--Megatron

He is the best babysitter they have.

Why is this a surprise?

He one day wants to have a family with Strika, the beans are used as practice for the real thing. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get attached. Its attachment at first glance, Lugnut is not immune to the sparklings charm.

He will protect them with his life.

Whenever he has patrol with Blitzwing he always brings the sparklings out for a ride. Megatron only lets this because he knows that he won’t let anything happen to them.

Can put the sparklings to sleep in a minute.

It always puzzles everyone how he can be such an obsessed member of the army and be one of the best babysitters ever.

“Strika you have a message from Lugnut.”--Shockwave

“What is it? Put it on screen.”--Strika

Picture of Lugnut with a servo full of sparklings captioned: Can we keep them?

Blackarachnia

“Nope.”--Blackarachnia

Stays the longest away from the sparklings. She doesn’t feel too comfortable being around them.

Will and has give the sparklings to Starscream. That’s how much she doesn’t want them.

She is too busy trying to get rid of her organic molding.

Has scared the sparklings when they are alone. She refuses to get attached to them. But there is still a little bit of Elita-One in her, so she isn’t that cruel. She doesn’t let them starve.

The times she is forced to do it she just keeps them in a corner with some toys.

Sparkling noises

“Maybe I can get The Dinobots to keep them occupied…”--Blackarachnia