#Floyd wc

[eggfeather]

floyd

[lemnnshark]

"Floyd is ragged, mangy brown-and-white tom with torn ears."

[shallowbreeze]

Floyd

Floyd is a ragged, mangy brown-and-white tom with torn ears

[letyachan]

471+472+473+474+475+476.

[exocynraku]

[duskexists]

Heyo here’s a random art dump bc “oopsie I forgor I have tumblr hehe ;3”

Anyway that’s all folks-

*proceeds to disappear into the void again*

[38livesalone-has3cats]

Hiiiii i have a request 😛

bob floyd gets a concussion and is flustered and embarrassed when wife!reader tells him they’re married, and he doesn’t believe her because she’s so pretty

muaahahahaha😈😈😈 I absolutely loveee this !!!

warnings/tags: v minimal hospital stuff, anxious reader, (y/n) used like twice, fluff, bob is sooo in love lololl, very quick nsfw mention, also bob is southern because I SAID SO, reader is lowkey southern too cause i am and i’m projecting🥀

wc: 1.2k

a/n: sighhh i love bob so much, this was so fun to write :] thank you for the req !! plsss keep them comin !

It wasn't very often you were invited on base. You aren't not allowed there, you just never really had much of a reason to spend the day over there. So that's why you're a little fidgety as you make your way through the parking lot of the small hospital on base. That, and you had received a worrying phone call this morning.

You were lounging at home- enjoying your day off- when your phone rang. You recognized the number from the very few times you had been called by one of your husband's supervisors. A doctor had informed you that your husband had had to make an emergency eject during training and hit his head pretty hard.

You had panicked immediately but the doctor assured you Bob would be just fine; he just has a fairly serious concussion and his memory and motor skills are a bit wonky at the moment. You finished up the phone call and rushed over as quickly as you could.

You aren't waiting in the lobby very long before a nurse leads you back to your husband's room. Your heart almost breaks at the sight of him in his hospital bed, looking absolutely pitiful. He's sitting up slightly with his head tilted back facing the ceiling, his eyes closed and his breathing a bit slower than usual.

"Bobby? Honey, how're you feeling?" You're by his side in an instant, one hand caressing his arm and the other brushing along his forehead as his eyes flutter a few times before his head tilts toward you. His eyes are a bit fuzzy, unfocused, but he's still got that light he's always had- like the sun itself has taken root in him and couldn't help but shine through. "'m doin' okay, how're you?" He mumbles, his tone completely serious. You can't help but laugh at him; those southern manners imbedded deep in him. "I'm okay, just worried bout you, Bobby." You run your fingers along the edge of a small bandage on his forehead, before turning and reaching for his glasses.

Carefully, you slide them onto his face and watch in amusement as his mouth drops open. You go to speak, but he beats you to it; "I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." A pretty flush rises to his cheeks and his eyes stay wide open, like he doesn't want to blink and miss any microexpression you might make.

"Oh, thank you, handsome." You grin, cupping his chin with one hand and leaning in to brush your lips against his gently. You're shocked when his shaky arms do what they can to push you away- there's not much force behind his wobbly movements, but you back away and look down at him with furrowed brows. "Nonononono, stop stop- 'm married." He frantically tries to get out despite the slur in his voice.

"Baby-" You start, fighting the giggle in your voice. He shakes his head, a beautiful pout taking over his features. "I love my wife. She's perfect- you gotta back up." His eyes screw shut, he turns his head away from you, and his shaky hands rub his eyes. "Her name's (y/n), she's fuckin' great- pardon my l-language." He mumbles, mostly to himself at this point.

"Bob. My name is (y/n). My last name's Floyd. I'm your wife." You reach out to gently grasp his wrists. Bob whips his head toward you so fast he's dizzy for a few moments. You keep your eyes on him, unsure whether to laugh or call for a nurse. Once his eyes really focus on you he seems to deflate, his arms falling to his lap and his cheeks quickly heat up a bright red. He looks.. nervous. "You okay?" You hum, slowly reaching out for him.

A beat of silence passes before he opens his mouth, his bottom lip trembling, "I missed youuu." He finally says- his hand shooting out to meet yours. He overshoots it a bit, though, and smacks your shoulder. You let out a relieved laugh, grabbing his hand and interlacing your fingers together. God, he really scared you for a second. "You're really my wife? How?" He asks, looking absolutely amazed as you run your fingers along his cheekbones.

"It's a very long story, Bobby. But I love you." You grin, leaning down to kiss his forehead. He lets out a dreamy sigh, reaching up with his free hand to grip onto your shoulder. "Yeah? God, you're so pretty." He blinks up at you, unable to fight the smile on his face.

For a moment, you're stunned by just how beautiful he is- pink cheeks, wide eyes, and a boyish grin; a little beat up and bruised but easily the most gorgeous man you've ever seen. You chest seems to swell up with all the love you feel for your husband. You feel a tugging at your shirt and realize he's said something to you. "Sorry, what'd you say, honey?"

"'m tryna sweep you off your feet, sweetheart- you're makin' it hard." Bob grumbles, letting go of your hand to grip at the front of your shirt so he can tug you down with both arms. You let out a breathy laugh, allowing him to pull you closer. "I'm so very sorry." You grin against his lips before giving in.

He tastes the same, he's got the usual enthusiasm, his technique's just a bit wonky. You honestly wouldn't change it for the world. The kiss only breaks when he's gasping and you have to push him away or he won't stop. It's his favorite thing- drowning in you; in your eyes, your lips, your pussy. God, just the thought of having you has blood rushing to his dick so fast he's a bit lightheaded.

You press one last lingering kiss to his lips before you're pulling back and turning to grab a chair. "Doctor said you gotta spend the night here so-"

"Need my pillow- need to move my pillow." Bob's voice is urgent when he interrupts you and you're letting go of the chair and running your eyes over him to see if anything's changed. "Where? Are you okay? You hurting?" You question him as you carefully slide the pillow out from behind him. He just furrows his brows and chews on his lip as you hold the pillow beside him for a moment. "Where do you want it, Bobby?" You repeat, worry clawing up your throat.

"My lap." One of his wobbly arms grabs onto the pillow and tugs it toward him- you don't let go just yet, your fear turning to confusion. A "Huh?" tumbles from your lips and Bob is grinning. "So pretty, my wife.. Gave me a kiss and I popped a boner." He sighs, still fighting with you for the pillow as he starts to giggle to himself over the word 'boner'.

You let go of the pillow with an incredulous laugh and watch as he settles it over his lap. Surely there's no way he's at full mast with all the pain meds in his system- you almost want to check- but you just shake your head and settle into the chair next to his hospital bed. You thread your fingers with his and settle your head onto his boner-hiding pillow, keeping your eyes on his as he traces his unsteady fingers along your features.

Bob stares at you in wonder, wondering what he could've done to ever possibly deserve having you. "My wife." He murmurs, reverently, like he can't quite believe it.

"Maybe we'll renew our vows when you aren't so hopped up on pain meds."

[violetrainbow412-blog]

Callsign: Heartbreaker [B. F.]

Bob Floyd x fem!reader

wc: 1.3k summary: Jake runs his mouth. You do something about it.

Hangman was, to say the least, a tremendous pain in the ass. He had been annoying the entire squad for weeks since you guys had arrived at TOPGUN, and that night at The Hard Deck wasn't about to break his streak. Maverick had given you the night off, and you all agreed to meet at the bar to relax, share laughs, and, for once, behave like normal young people and not like human weapons ready to take off.

But, as usual, the atmosphere ended up turning in an uncomfortable direction.

“You know what, Bobby? I’ve always wondered…” Jake began with his snake-like grin, leaning his elbow on the bar and twirling his beer glass between his fingers. “How is it possible that someone so boring, so… a glasses-wearing model, made the cut for TOPGUN?”

Bob looked up from his soda, confused, as if he really thought he'd heard him wrong.

"Sorry?"

“Yeah! I mean, just look at you,” Jake leaned toward him, with the enthusiasm of someone who thinks he’s about to say something brilliant. “We have pilots with incredible reflexes, combat instincts, good looks… and then there’s you.”

The entire group looked at him in annoyance. Phoenix snorted. Rooster put down his glass with a thud. No one had the energy for another one of those nights.

“Maybe the filter measures talent,” Bob replied calmly. “Not cheap charisma.”

“God! What a virginal answer,” he let out a husky laugh, taking a long drink of his beer. “Look, don’t take this the wrong way… but I’m curious.”

Suddenly he turned to the rest of the group, his words slurred with some alcohol already on his tongue.

“Do you think if I walked up to the ladies at the bar and asked if they’d sleep with Bob, anyone would say yes? Anyone? Just one?”

Phoenix, sitting next to Bob, tensed.

“Shut up already”

"Come on, I'm talking about science! I'm sure they wouldn't even choose him in a simulation with limited oxygen."

“Yeah, Hangman. You’re not in high school,” Rooster muttered, rolling his eyes.

"I'm serious," he insisted, growing more and more satisfied. "You've probably never been kissed without eyes closed, and I bet no one asked you to a dance in high school. Am I right?"

Fanboy, crossing his arms, decided to intervene:

“Do you have any medical needs or are you just afraid of going unnoticed?”

Jake shrugged in mock humility.

“Nah, I'm fine. I just don't want anyone to get confused and think he represent the standard of what women want.”

Then, with the elegance of a Casanova-like idiot, he turned toward a group of girls sitting nearby.

“Ladies,” he said, pointing at each other with his thumbs, “who would you rather spend the night with: the cowboy with the perfect smile… or Bob?”

The girls laughed, amused by the show, but said nothing. Jake took it as a victory.

“I think you have your answer there.”

He was about to take another sip of his beer when you stepped forward. Without a word, you firmly took the bottle from his hand, brought it to your lips, and downed the entire thing in one gulp. When you were finished, you set it down in front of him with a thud.

The sound rang like a bell.

The group fell silent. Everyone looked at you. Jake raised his eyebrows, puzzled. You stood up slowly, with that dangerous calm that comes before a storm, and walked over to Bob. His eyes widened in surprise.

Once there, you sat sideways on his lap, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He immediately tensed, as if he'd just been thrown into a burning cockpit.

“Hey, what are you…?”

“You have beautiful eyes. Has anyone told you that before?” you asked with a sweet smile, tilting your head.

Your hands gently moved up to his cheeks, as if you were about to fix something delicate. He swallowed, motionless. Then your fingers slid to the gold frames of his glasses.

“Let me get this out of the way, ‘kay?”

You carefully placed them on the table, though your fingers trembled slightly. Not from nerves, but from anticipation. Then you leaned in and kissed him.

But it wasn't a tender or symbolic kiss. It was a kiss with intention. Your lips pressed firmly against his, pushing in without asking permission, as if you'd been waiting for an excuse to do so. It wasn't sweet. It was slow. Deliberate. With tongue.

Bob froze at first. Literally frozen. As if his system was trying to process what the hell was going on. But when you felt him exhale against your mouth, exhausted, you knew you'd broken him.

His hands flew to your waist. He held you awkwardly, and in the next second, he pulled you tightly against him. He sat up straighter in his chair, his lips began to respond more decisively, and his fingers crept up your back as if he wanted to memorize every inch of you through your clothes. You shifted slightly on his lap, searching for a better angle, and you felt him tense even more.

You bit his lower lip. Hard. He gasped, barely audible, and took the moment to slip his tongue in, slowly, uncertainly, but hungry. He touched yours tentatively, then more boldly, and you moaned softly against his mouth.

Your hands tangled in his hair, gently squeezing the back of his neck as you kissed him deeper. He held you more firmly, and your hips moved against him once more, intentionally. He moaned. It was noticeable. And it wasn't from discomfort.

When you pulled away, both of you were breathless. Your lips were wet. His too. The tension was still there, vibrating between the two of you.

Fanboy's eyes were wide open. Rooster choked on his beer, staring at Hangman as if he'd just seen his soul leave his body. Phoenix was smiling as if a wish had just been granted. Everyone else watched in surprise.

Slyly, without moving yet, you decided to speak:

“You’re a good kisser, Lieutenant.”

Bob was completely flushed. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, as if he'd just run ten miles. You retrieved his glasses from the table and, without taking your eyes off him, put them on him yourself. You took your time, adjusting them as if it justified touching him one more time.

Then you calmly climbed off his lap. Your legs were slightly trembling, but you pretended not to. As you passed Jake, you looked down at him—because he was always taller, but never bigger—and narrowed your eyes.

"Keep messing with him and I’ll take him to my room and won’t stop until he’s wrecked and exhausted. Capiche?"

Jake didn't move. His forced smile failed to hide the tension in his jaw. Embarrassment burned across his face.

“Oh, and by the way…” you added without looking back “If you want someone to pay attention to you, stop using teasing people as a flirting technique. You just look pathetic.”

The group tried to hold back, but the laughter was too much. Until Fanboy blurted it out, in a broadcaster's voice:

“And the award for the most insecure pilot disguised as arrogant goes to…!”

The collective laughter was thunderous. Jake said nothing. He turned toward the bar, as if he needed to hide in his own reflection.

Congratulations to Bob were not long in coming.

"Who would have thought the shyest guy could win over the hottest pilot on the team? No offense, Phoenix..."

"Do you want any more of us to keep bothering you, Bob? We can do that. Maybe she'll make good on her threat."

Between whistles, jokes, and pats on the back, Bob could barely contain his smile. His eyes never left yours. They sparkled. As if the world had changed color.

You winked at him, flirtatiously.

And that was all it took to shatter him.

[hxney-lemcn]

Jealousy is a Bitter Look — Overblots x gn! reader

summery: how the overblots react to being jealous (some are a bit more jealous than others, but they all have their moment).

tw: unhealthy attachments (Malleus, but he's working on it). ngl this shows a bit of their flaws so its not complete fluff and a bit of a character study.

a/n: so I can't make a fluffy/cute jealous fic cus I find jealousy an emotion to work on? Like its not terrible to be jealous, it happens to the best of us, I just don't wanna romanticize it? 'Cus if left unchecked it can lead to toxic relationships so that's why I wrote this in a more uplifting manner (?). Idk, I'm weird ik.

wc: 1.5k (~200 per character)

Master List

❥ Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle tried not to get jealous. He trusted you wholly. But sometimes his insecurities got the best of him. Cater was more affectionate, did you wish he were more affectionate like that? Trey was kind, did you wish he would give you more? Ace and Deuce were stupid, but it was undeniable how well you got along, did you wish he were more carefree? Those feelings would tug at his heart, but it was something he needed to work on himself, it wasn’t your problem. That’s what he kept repeating in his mind as he watched you have fun with your friends. Lips downturned hidden behind a teacup, ocean grey eyes sharply watching the scene before him. He thought he was hiding it better, but it was clear to you with how he pouted. Excusing yourself from Ace and Deuce, you made your way to the ruby haired housewarden. Riddle greeted you, eyes softening and frown lifting slightly. You tell him that he could’ve just told you if he was jealous. Unlike some, he won’t deny it fully, instead explaining his reasoning. Work on it with him, reassure him that you like him for him. If you wanted someone else, you wouldn’t be with him, and he takes that to heart.

❥ Leona Kingscholar

Jealousy is Leona’s middle name. After everything he’s been through, constantly being in second place, never getting what he truly wants…he feels like having you will slip through his fingers as well. Being with you, creating all those happy memories…it scares him. That one day you’ll find someone better and all he’ll have left of you are memories. So yes, he does get jealous, quite easily, and he masks it with his ego. He’s the best, don’t look at anyone else, he’s a prince, why would you settle for less? It’s quite clear that he’s jealous, his tail flicking, ears twitching, the sharp glare. When you confront him he won’t tell you the full truth, that’s a step too far at the moment. Be gentle with him, if someone flirts with you, tell them you have a boyfriend. Leona gets this smug smile and a warmth in his chest. As much as he won’t hesitate to claim you if someone won’t stop their advances, he loves it when you claim him. After all, it shows how much you care for him, how much you want him, and even the big bad lion needs a bit of reassurance.

❥ Azul Ashengrotto

He’s actually quite similar to Leona in this regard. Azul was bullied when he was younger, which led him to having an inferiority complex about almost everything. He is bad at hiding it as well, clearly needing to be reassured that he was doing well and he was a good partner. It was just hard for him to comprehend that someone as amazing as you was actually with someone like him. He loves you so intensely, he can’t help but let his insecurities get the best of him sometimes. He thinks you’d hate his mer form or that someone that could offer you more will swoop you away from him. He wouldn’t even blame you, he’d just be hurt he couldn’t do more for you. (He’s thinking all this even though he would and could offer you the world if you asked). When someone is trying to flirt with you outright he’s trying to mask his insecurity with his suaveness, asking if the person needs anything and if you're uncomfortable he leaves in a small threat about Floyd not being in a good mood (if you’re really uncomfortable he might use Jade as the threat instead). Azul checks in on you, but if you're smiling he might die a bit. Please just reassure him that you only have eyes for him.

❥ Jamil Viper

Unlike Leona and Azul, Jamil doesn’t get that jealous or has an inferiority complex. No. Instead, he knows you wouldn’t go behind his back, after all, you managed to become his partner and that’s a feat in itself. He does get smug when you tell someone off, or politely inform them that you have a boyfriend. Jamil reveals in their look of defeat (he is a bit of a sadist in that regard). The time his jealousy truly shines is when Kalim is in the equation. He refuses to allow Kalim to take anything else from him, never mind you. The way Kalim easily makes you smile, steals your time with frivolous parties, puts his hands on you…yeah it's a feat that Jamil didn’t snap. Jamil is very good at masking his feelings, but the facade unravels when you both are alone for once. Give him your attention, affection, love, reassure him through touch that you want him. If you poke and prod enough he’ll admit he’s jealous, how it just reminds him that Kalim always takes and takes, afraid that you’ll fall for the charm (that Jamil couldn’t understand) of Kalim and fall into his arms instead. But when you soothe him, tell him that you see Kalim more of a brother if anything…Jamil will calm down and realize how foolish he’s being.

❥ Vil Schoenheit

Vil, jealous? Yeah no. Not normally at least. Have you seen him? Vil is one of the fairest of them all. If someone tried flirting with you he’d laugh in their face if that wasn’t disgraceful. If anything, you were the lucky one in this relationship…he does cherish you though, and he loves you more than he’d like to admit. You may be a lucky potato…but he was one lucky man as well. He managed to snag your heart without the flashing lights and fame, you loved him for who he was and he was grateful. So when Vil watches Neige talk to you with no care in the world, hearts practically in the boy’s eyes…yeah it's the one scenario you’ll witness a jealous Vil. He’ll perch himself by your side, arm slung around you as he greets you with a kiss to the cheek. A pleasant surprise as Vil isn’t this affectionate in public usually. Neige doesn’t seem to take the hint, so Vil ups the ante, talking about your last date and how he’s lucky you chose him. It’s an obvious change (and everyone knows the vitriol Vil holds for Neige). You eat the attention up, but after you're alone in his room, give him a ton of kisses, teasing him about how sweet he was, he doesn’t like to admit his jealousy, but he loves your affection.

❥ Idia Shroud

I’m noticing a pattern. Most of these guys have an inferiority complex. Idia’s is the most obvious. He barely believes you actually like him, so him being jealous is more common than not. Depending on how long you’ve been together he’ll react differently. If it's in the beginning, he’s blaming and degrading himself for not being good enough, that you deserve better and he locks himself in his room. He needs a lot of reassurance in this stage, lots of quality time. The longer you are together the more confident he gets. Someone tries to flirt with you; he's dissing them with his chronically online lingo. Doing that little giggle when you elbow him trying not to grin. Although those self-deprecating thoughts still swirl in his brain, he’s learned to trust and believe you, after all you decided to stay with him for how long? Not to mention that your reassurances made him feel better and trust you. You’ve seen his worst multiple times and you’re still by his side. Besides, if anyone dares insults Idia in their attempt to woo you you go crazy, insulting them which makes Idia want to melt, die, and kiss you all at once.

❥ Malleus Draconia

Malleus is a bit confusing. On one hand he 100% trusts you, on the other he can be a bit childish. You spend too much time without him or go out to something he wasn’t invited to and you’ll find him pouting upon your arrival. He doesn’t mean to, he’s glad you have others to have fun with and he doesn’t want to restrict you in any way…but he is a bit needy when it comes to your affection. He is so touch-starved and isolated that he can’t help but cling to you, feeling a bitter pang when you have to go. If anyone dares to flirt with you it's when he isn’t by your side and you're declining them instantly. If someone is actually insane and tries to flirt with you when Malleus is present either 1. Malleus watches on trying to hide his smugness as you decline or 2. Sebek is shouting insults at them before you even get the chance. All in all, Malleus isn’t too jealous, and when he is he tries to work on his possessiveness. He wants a healthy relationship with you after all, and he’d do anything to make you happy, even if that means letting you go for a day to hang out with your other friends.

[t1red-twilight]

i’m here

content/warnings: gn!reader, angst, fluff, the bird strike scene’s aftermath, not a secret relationship but it’s not open to the world

notes: if this reads awkwardly, that’s because i wrote when i was quite literally falling asleep and i decided to post it anyway. keep that in mind when you pass judgement lol

wc: 1.4k

masterlist b. f. masterlist

you were at home when you had gotten the call. “bird strike,” maverick had said exasperatedly: “hospital, accident.” you dropped what you were doing, turned off the oven, and broke just about every traffic law on your way to the hospital. 

conveniently, you hit every red light within the vicinity on the way to the hospital. the drivers on the road seemed to be completely impervious to the panic that was setting into your bones.

if only you could project into the world that if you didn’t get to the hospital as soon as possible, maybe, you wouldn’t see your sweet robby again. maybe he wouldn’t be alive when you saw him.

you slammed your car door shut after parking very askew and got into the hospital as fast as your feet could carry you. taking in your surroundings, you tried to calm yourself down. the cold, sterile lighting was not helping you. you found what seemed to be the front desk and approached it. the attendant was already helping someone.

the clock on the wall pounded in your ears as you tried your hardest to look as casual as possible, but it was hard when you had no idea about the state of your husband. when maverick had called you, he did not know much about the situation. the longer you waited, the more bile seemed to rise in your throat. dear god, please let robby be okay. 

if there was any god in this world, you prayed to them in hopes that he would be alright. you’d take him in any form, as long as he was okay. your heart pounded in your throat.

finally, you were at the front of the line. “robert floyd? i’m here for robert floyd,” you nervously spat out. the receptionist seemingly took years to sift through whatever she was looking through on her computer.

the more you waited, the more time slowed to a halt. you couldn’t stand to wait. you knew that you were maybe being irrational, but you couldn’t stand to continue to wait to see if he was okay, if he was alive.

alas, pete had not given you much of a description on what had actually happened other than the bird strike.

“ah, yes. mr. floyd will just be down the hallway on the left. i take it you are the spouse?” when you frantically nodded, she continued. “pete mitchell informed us that you’d be here.“

you gave her his biggest smile you could muster with the adrenaline flooding your system, and moved as quickly as you when to the room that bob was situated in. when you arrived in the room, a woman with dark hair stood by bob as he was getting looked over by what looked to be a nurse, perhaps a nursing assistant.

the woman looked at you quizzically, perhaps unaware of who you were or why you were there. bob followed her gaze and met your eyes. bob attempted to stand, but was obstructed by the person looking him over for injuries.

relief swam over you in hurdles. thank god he was okay. at least, it looked like he was.

“bobby?” you whispered. “pete called me. are you okay?” you walked over to the bed that he was sitting on, and squeezed past the woman standing next to him. while she moved, looking confused, she was not apprehensive at all. suddenly, a look of realization grew on her face.

“yeah. i’m fine,” he stated. his glasses were off, placed beside him. his big eyes looked more tired than usual, but you caught on to how they softened when you entered the room and he saw you.

trying not to get in the way of the person doing their job, you stood as close as possible as you could to bob without being a nuisance. “what happened?” you questioned again.

“there was a bird strike,” he began. “our engines went out. had to eject.” your eyebrows shot into your hairline.

“you had to eject? did you get out fast enough? did the-“ bob cut off your nervous line of questioning.

bob looked briefly to phoenix. he gave her a small nod, in a silent urge that he needed to be alone with you right now. both for his sake, and for the likelihood that this might possibly embarrass you in the future if she stayed.

his hand reached out to yours, and laced your fingers together. his thumb traced circles on the back of your hand. “everything went perfectly smoothly, aside from the initial problem. the eject functions performed perfectly normally, and they’re checking up on phoenix and i mostly as protocol. we’ll likely have to stay overnight for observation though.”

you closed your eyes and sighed deeply. everything worked just as planned; emergency protocol worked, and bobby, your bobby, was just fine.

the nurse had left now, leaving bob free to turn completely to face you.

“hey,” he muttered quietly. his other hand ran up and down your arm in an effort to calm you. he then stood so he could look at you properly. he let go of your hand in lieu of holding your face. his thumbs softly ran back and forth along your cheekbones. you brought your hands up to hold his, and you stepped closer to him.

your eyes continued to stay closed as you inhaled him. you focused on what was real, and that he was, in fact, very real. the rough callouses on his hands, his familiar scent (although tainted with something metallic), and the soft rumble of his voice.

when you were finally grounded back on earth, you snorted a little. “what?” he asked.

“i just think,” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “i just think it’s funny that you’re comforting me right now. you could have died, and you’re comforting me.” your selfishness in the present was not lost to you.

his brow pinched together. “hey, don’t say that.” he leaned closer to try and catch your eyeline that had strayed from him. “this is scary, for both of us. you being here is what is stopping me from spiraling.”

bobby leaned in and kissed the spot between your eyebrows, followed by the corner of your mouth. even though neither of you were particularly fond of public displays of affection, neither of you cared in this present moment. he was here, you were here, that was all that was important.

you nodded, trying to reassure yourself. “yeah, yeah. okay.” you looked back up at him and smiled. “i think i just need to hold you right now.”

robby nodded enthusiastically. on days that were particularly tough, either of you looked for any possible excuse to hold each other for an unprecedented amount of time. it was something that never got old. and today it was definitely a day that called for that.

“you don’t have to stay overnight with me,” bob said. your eyes widened and your jaw became slack.

“are you kidding me? there’s no way i’m leaving.” you said it as if it was common sense. “i don’t care if i sleep at all tonight. i just want to know that you’re here, with me.”

robby shook his head in semi-comical disbelief. “if you say so, honey.”

his gentle smile returned again. bob placed his hand on the small of your back and pulled you close to him. he proceeded to hold you in an embrace for many many moments. you took this opportunity to squeeze him as hard as you could possibly manage.

slightly, just barely, you could feel him squeeze you back. his hands trailed up your back, but proceeded to still have the consistent pressure that comforted you very much.

-

back in the lobby, phoenix pulled aside the rest of the pilots to share the news that she had learned.

“guys. bob has a partner. well, i think at least.” bradley’s face was soft with an affectionate expression, and hangman scoffed. bradley promptly elbowed him in the ribs.

“ow!” hangman exclaimed. “how was i supposed to know?”

several members of the team turned to look at him as if he was dense. rooster replied, “well, it was kind of obvious. have you not noticed the ring that he wears on a chain every single day?”

“for your information, rooster, i do not pay attention to material things. i’m a man of substance,” he declared.

“well, we’re not going to make a big deal about it.“ rooster had a look of determination on his face. “don’t be an asshole.”

[mochinomnoms]

Shrimpy Chronicles: First Mating Season

NSFW!Jade Leech x Shrimpmer!Reader X Floyd Leech

Synposis:

Maybe Floyd was being prophetic when he called you ‘Little Shrimpy’. “But I’ve noticed, you’ve been getting pudgier lately, and feverish. Do you have a mating season, amor mia? I wasn’t aware if shrimps did.” She’d been pointing out your latest symptoms of late. Sensitive, soft and plush, hot, and red-cheeked, like your body was preparing you for something. It didn’t help that the waters had been warm of late, or that your husbands had been extra attentive with your meals and treats. And their attention. Especially their attention. The gold wedding bands and pearl ring on your left ring finger probably helped with that, though.

[wc} - 6,873

[cw/tags] - afab!gn!reader, merfolk-sex, breeding kink, prehensile dicks, twins stated to have both sets of sex, double-penetration in one hole, pregancy mentioned at end

[notes] - womp womp, this is my first smut fic, pls be nice. also i cracked and am shrimp-brained i love shrimp reader so fun to write!!!!

If you had to decide between going back home, and leaving Twisted Wonderland, by this point you’d happily stay here for the rest of your days! 

The gold wedding bands and pearl ring on your left ring finger probably helped with that, though. You were admiring them as your mother-in-law Narissa Leech swam to your side, her tail brushing against yours. 

She was a beautiful mermaid, long and slender with an aquamarine tone to her skin, and a speckled snowflake pattern. Her eyes were a bright yellow-gold, and gleamed at you with delight. 

“Mia cara nuora, whatever is going through your head? Still getting used to all this?” She gestured to your legs. Or your tail, you suppose. 

You’d gotten married to the twins just two months ago, and made the commitment to become a merperson, just like them. The first second of your honeymoon consisted of you permanently becoming a merperson, gaining scarlet scales that covered your lower back and hips, clustering into your shrimp tail and white stripe from the hips to the tip of the tail. Between that and the shrimp legs on their hips and upper tail, it was quite ironic that you ended up becoming a cleaner shrimp.

Maybe Floyd was being prophetic when he called you ‘Little Shrimpy’. 

“Yeah, it’s weird. Being in your own body when it wasn’t always your body. I think? I don’t know, it’s strange.” Despite never having 8 legs and a tail, they just felt surprisingly familiar and instinctual. 

“Oh nuora, you’re a natural! Don’t you worry, if my sons could pick up human movements, you’ll be like a true-born merfolk.” She cooed, curling her arm around yours and tugging you along back to your home.

“But I’ve noticed, you’ve been getting pudgier lately, and feverish. Do you have a mating season, amor mia? I wasn’t aware if shrimps did.”

She’d been pointing out your latest symptoms of late. Sensitive, soft and plush, hot, and red-cheeked, like your body was preparing you for something. It didn’t help that the waters had been warm of late, or that your husbands had been extra attentive with your meals and treats. And their attention. Especially their attention.

You’d been filled with the need to be taken care of by your mates. For all intents and purposes, it seemed that you’d been given a mating season with your merform. And with how touchy your husbands had been, they were quite aware, and anticipating the start of your season. 

“I think…I might.” You sheepishly admitted, embarrassed to discuss such an embarrassingly intimate fact. She seemed unbothered and content. 

“Oh how lovely, I have been looking forward to the possibility of becoming a grandmother!” She giggled, delighted at the thought. “You know, morays always have such small broods, but shrimps always have plenty of fry. Will you be considering giving me plenty of grandbabies?”

You flustered and stuttered at the idea of having babies, let alone many. It wasn’t something you were discontent with, in fact the thought of making Mini Yous and Jades and Floyds. 

You wonder how many times you’d have to go to give you your first. Would you be easy to knock up? Or would you need to be fucked over and over to ensure their seed took? 

You had to shake your head to settle down the heat in your cheeks and belly, making you feel all sorts of ways. 

“We’ll see Mama Narissa, I can’t say I’ve thought too much about it.” You lied.

Narissa laughed, twirling you around in a little dance. By the time she stopped, you were so dizzy that you couldn’t swim straight, pushing against her for support. 

“Oh darling, trust me, my boys certainly have. Don’t let them rough you up too much, cara, they’ve always been insatiable!” She laughed at your darling cheeks, teasing you as she took you to the rest home. 

She always swam you to your home, bringing you back from daily mother-in-law excursions. Narissa would take you out to the local town and introduce you to the folks, saying that it would be a good idea to make friends in town and start networking as the newest member of the Leech family. You were…faintly aware of the type of reputation your new family had, and while neither Jade nor Floyd cared about pushing you to maintain any sort of image. 

While their sons might not care (in fact the twins seemed content to just keep you to themselves), but their parents, Narissa and Bruno Leech, did. Narissa scolded her sons when they tried to hide you away, switching shifts at work so that you’d never be alone. 

It was her who insisted that you go out to town, meet with associates, and get you established in your spot in the family. The twins quickly gave in, as few could argue with the head of the Leech family.

You’d been surprised to hear that Narissa was the family head, or Donna, as you’ve heard others call her. From your conversations, Jade and Floyd had made out their father to be the one in charge, while their mother was overprotective and stayed home. While she was protective, she knew many people of various “backgrounds”, and spoke and held herself in a manner that demanded respect. 

Her husband, Bruno, was much more wry and relaxed compared to her, though he’d been the main liaison between Narissa and any associates. He also liked going to the surface for meetings and outings, unlike Narissa who preferred to stay in the sea. 

So, she’d been more than happy to drag her sons to work under their father, while she took you under her wing. You’d been suspicious, and felt that you could safely assume that the Leech parents were grooming you and their sons to eventually take over their positions. 

You appreciated it, since it kept you busy. Plus, you got to see how people really live under the sea, or the Leeches at least. Based on how spoiled the twins were, you were a bit surprised at the lack of servants of any sorts at home, except a small school of cleaner wrasses that immediately scattered off at the wave of your mother-in-law’s hand. 

The home for you and the twins was settled closer to the Rosarian reef, rather than the Northern Coral deep sea. In fact, the home was a coral bed built around a sea cave, apparently a luxurious real estate under the sea! Though, the main appeal was that it was close to a beach on one of the Queendom of Roses’s islands, which you visited to meet with Ace, Deuce, and Grim. 

“Oh, Mama Narissa? Perhaps we can go up to the surface next week when we go out?” You swam into the kitchen together, the meal that Narissa had helped you prepared earlier on the counter. 

“My friends are coming to the beach to visit me, I thought that you might like to meet them?”

Narissa wrinkled her nose, but smiled politely, “I’ve never been a fan of the surface, but I suppose it can’t be helped. I’d love to meet your human friends.”

She clapped her webbed hands, gesturing to the food on the counter as she twirled around in the water. 

“Now, let me show you how to make this dish. The boys loved it as kids, I think you humans called it sushi on the surface. Come one!”

You two had made it home just an hour shy of your husbands’ return. Narissa was diligent in making sure you’d always be able to greet your husbands’ return with sweet words and sweeter kisses. 

And they did enjoy it so, she stayed for 30 minutes to help you finish preparing the supper for the evening, then taking her leave so you could have some alone time for yourself up the remaining 30 minutes. Floyd cooed about having a cute stay at home spouse to come home too, while Jade delighted in the domesticity of it all. 

But between your earlier conversation with Narissa, and the burning need growing in your abdomen, you were yearning for your husbands’ touch and love. 

Narissa noticed before she left, cooing at you like she would a baby. “Oh nuora, are you alright? Maybe go lie down and rest. I’ll send a text to the boys that you’re feeling unwell.”

“Mm, okay…that be…nice…” You clumsy swam past her, clutching to the walls with your hands as she gently grabbed you by the waist. With Narissa as your guide, she helped you lay down on the love seat in the living room. You think she might’ve had a mischievous smile on her lips, but you couldn’t tell as you wearily curled into the cushions to nap. 

You think you could make out her mumble something about ‘babies’ and ‘grandchildren’, but you’d passed out by the time you processed her words. 

The next you woke up, there was a slender hand brushing through your hair, which still retained your color and cut from when you were human. You made out the familiar voices of Jade and Floyd, the latter right above you, as the former sounded like he was in another room. 

“Mmmph, Flooyd? Isss that you?” You murmured, reaching out blindly for Floyd as you blinked the sleep out of your eyes. 

“Heya, look at my little Shrimpy.” Floyd cooed, sinking down to be face level with you, pushing his forehead against yours. “Mama said you weren’t feeling great. Did you need us?”

Floyd spoke with a baby-voice, nuzzling against you with delight. The scent of salt and lemons, something you’d associated with Floyd, filled your nose as you happily sighed, throwing your arms around his neck to bury your nose against his skin. Floyd made a sound of surprise, though he immediately clutched onto you in response.

“Aw, cute! Hey Jade!” Floyd was giggling as Jade quickly swam back into the room carrying a potion in his hands. His gaze softened, seeing you curled into Floyd’s arms. 

“Oh, look at our sweet pearl.” Jade sighed, smile growing as he watched you pull away from Floyd to open your arms up to him.

“Jaaaade! You’re home too! Give me a kiss~” you weren’t sure when you’d become so blunt and bold. Normally, you’re more reserved, if a bit teasing, with your affections, the twins loved making a game out of who could fluster who first. But right now? You felt…different. 

Your mind felt like it was floating out of your body, watching everything happening from third-person. All of your senses felt more aware, from the sounds of the water currents outside, to the beating of your heart, to the humming of your skin. It was like you were both drunk, high, and yet neither at all. 

None of that mattered, though, not when Jade so sweetly embraced you, the dark markings and freckles on his skin glowing as he teasingly peppered kisses over your flushed cheeks as Floyd did the same to the back of your neck. 

“Aw, why didn’t Shrimpy ask me for a kiss too?” Floyd whined, huffing as you dragged Jade’s lips to yours. He glowed too, pretty like an aurora. He grazed the points of his teeth over your neck, making you whine and shiver. 

“I’m—mmh—sorry, Floyd!” You separated from Jade to tilt your head back, moving one hand to cup Floyd’s cheek. “Kiss! Lemme kiss you!”

Floyd eagerly met your lips with enthusiasm, moving with Jade to sit on the love seat again in his lap, facing Jade.

You hadn’t been intimate since your transformation, so it was slightly embarrassing to be curled into the cushioned shell loveseat, sweaty, lascivious, and sensitive at your husbands’ touches. 

Floyd hummed against your lips as he tangled his long tongue against yours, Jade busy with fluttering your chest and tummy with wet kisses. 

“Darling, look at you, how messy and sweet you look! You’ve missed our touches. You’re craving them, aren’t you?”

Jade chuckled against your belly button, something you kept from being a human, and kissed it. He eyed your tummy, the skin there and the slight translucent sheen to it. 

It wasn’t off-putting, not to them. Why many fish in the sea had see-through skin and muscle, allowing you to see their skeleton and organs. Yours was quite tame compared to those creatures, the rest of your body retaining either a pink or red opaque hue, with only your lower abdomen and stomach having the translucent skin. 

“Of course they have Jade, they’ve gone months without their tummy bein’ filled up.” Floyd purred, moving away from your panting mouth and unfurling his tongue, dragging it down your chest to your navel. “And their body is telling them to breed. Just look at how puffy their slit is getting~”

You whined as both of them moved to direct their heady gaze to your cunt, hot and throbbing for attention. The scales around your slit had been slowly pushed to reveal lips and a clit, trembling under Jade’s hot mouth. Another whine was drawn from your throat, his tongue dragging on the skin around your lips. 

Your entire body felt like it was melting, all the need and heat from this week amounting on top of you like the earth on Atlas’s shoulders. But now? It was all crashing down on you like your body had been waiting for this point. For the touches of your mates along your body, claw tipped fingers just grazing around where your hips and slit were. 

It probably didn’t help that you hadn’t been touched, or touched yourself, in weeks with the confusion of a new body. Though, it seems that the twins were all too happy to help you learn mer anatomy. 

“Jade! Please, I need you to touch me, lick me, drink ‘n eat me up—AH!” You shrilly gasped as he shoved his tongue in your hole, his long tongue rubbing against your walls. You arched your back at the sensation, an intoxicating spike of energy crawling up your spine. Jade drank in your juices, humming as he tapped your g-spot with the tip of his tongue. 

The sensation was quickly becoming like a drug, spiking as Floyd took a long, slow and coveted lick to your clit until he reached the tip of his tongue, flicking it as he drew it away. He giggled at your yelp, staring into your eyes as he started sucking on your clit, suckling like a baby to their mother’s teat. 

And he certainly was sucking the life out of you, keening as you shook from an orgasm that blended into a paralyzing stream of pleasure. 

Yet, you still felt like you were missing something, as the heat in your belly hadn’t dissipated. Rather, it felt like it was getting stronger, begging for something to fill the empty void in you.

So it was helpful that neither twin cared for leaving their meal, waiting for you to either push their heads away, or for them to get bored. You of all people knew that they have a hard time getting bored from things they find interesting, and you were certainly captivating.

Their tongues worked nonstop, Jade tongue-fucking your sweet spots as Floyd made a particularly hard suck to your button, making you buck your hips against his. In fact, they seemed content to just switch places, Jade feeding on your pearl and Floyd pushing his tongue so far in that you’re sure he brushed your cervix. 

Moans and cries freely left your lips, as several smaller orgasms rocked your body. Your chest heaved as you gasped, your gills filling with water. The twins giggled, Jade kissing up your body and Floyd dragging his tongue through your slit. 

“Hmm, Floyd. Look at how needy they are.” Jade melted into your embrace as you wrapped your arms around him, placing wet kisses against his cheeks and lips. “How cute, who knew that they’d get so desperate when in their mating season! No wonder Mother was pushing for us to get home so quickly.” 

Floyd cackled, nuzzling against your chest as he squeezed you against him. “Yeah! No wonder! Do you wanna be filled?”

“Oh, of course they do~” Jade grazed his teeth along your ear, tugging it before letting go to whisper in your ear, “They want to be bred silly! Don’t you, my love? Just ask, and I’ll fill you up over and over again. I’ll fill you up until you’re utterly full, and then eat my cum out of you just to fill you back up again~ Do you like the sound of that—ow, Floyd, that hurts.”

Floyd had reached up to pull at Jade’s strand of hair, a chittering growl reverberating through his chest as he hissed, “Don’t be selfish! They’re my mate too!”

Sleekly, Floyd slid up your body to take his place on your other side, pulling at your chin with his cheek. He let out a high-pitched whine as he did, his words muffling. 

“You want me to fill you up too, right?” Floyd pouted, smacking ticklish kisses to your face and neck. “Floydie will give ya lots of baby Shrimpys! How many do you want? Two? Think we can get three in one go?”

Your body was getting hot again, and you felt empty. There was a desire to be stretched out around your husbands’ dicks.

“Ah, I want—I want,” You cried, moving your hips up, grinding against the water. “I wanna be filled! Both! I wan’ both of you in me!”

Both of them froze and shared a look, their sudden stillness making you feel upset, as you began babbling half-coherent begs and sobs.

“Aw, (Name). Don’t cry.” Floyd shushed you, rubbing his nose against yours as he smiled. “It’s not that we don’t wanna. We really, reeally wanna give you what you want!”

“Mm-hm.” Jade hummed, cupping your cheek as he drew your gaze to him. “Yes, of course we do. But you’re just a bit small, darling.”

Floyd and Jade had always been big, especially in their merforms. And even as a merperson, you didn’t even reach half of their length. There was no question that their dicks would be equally proportional.

“We don’t want to end up breaking you, love.” Jade breathlessly murmured against your ear. Though, from the heady tone of his voice and the grip he had on your hips, you were sure that was a lie. 

“Unless you ask us. Then we’d be happy to.” Floyd cooed into your other ear, hand wandering down to caress your still slick slit, using your juice as lube to rub your clit. “Ask us. We’ll take real good care of ya after, we promise~”

It wasn’t even a question, more a matter of you coughing up your ‘yes’, but your voice was caught in your throat as they resumed their movements. 

Jade took delight in marking up your neck with hickies and suckling your nape, his free hand squeezing your chest and slipping under your cover to pinch your nipple. 

“Ah! I want—fuck!” You gasped as Jade started fondling your chest and suckling from your nipple. “Shit, Jade! Mmh!”

Between his mouth on you, and Floyd whispering sweet, arousing words into your ear, asking you, “don’t you want us to make you feel good? To fill you up?”

Jade hummed in agreement from your chest, tugging it with his teeth before resuming his sucking. You rapidly nodded your head, opening eyes that you didn’t realize were closed. Two gold eyes were watching your expressions. 

Floyd continued being the prettiest devil on your shoulder. “Just say ask. Ask. And say ‘pleeeease’, say ‘Floooyd! Jaaaade! Fuck me pleeeease!’”

Mimicking your voice, Floyd made mean, mocking moans into your ear. You’d be offended if it didn’t make you hot. You’ll fuck him first, then complain later.

A pinch to your clit, and a nibble to your nip, and you were arching and walling, “GAAAH! FLOYD! JADE! FUUUCK ME! PLEEEEASE! PLEASEPLEASEPLEASPLEASEPLEASE—”

You yelped mid beg as Floyd let out his raspy laugh, picking you up in a bridal carry as he zoomed to the bedroom. He’d shoved you into the sheets, adjusting so that your head was hanging off the edge of the soft coral bed. 

The taller twin settled to grind his navel and slit against yours, groaning as his cock was coaxed to slip out to your sticky opening. Jade, gently and firmly guiding your head, pushed his own softening slit to your lips, sighing as you licked around the slit. 

Your own tongue dragged its entire length along Jade’s lips, the salty taste of this slick making your eyes close in bliss. It took but a few more licks for his long cock, green and pink-tipped like a flower, to come out. It followed your tongue and was easily coaxed to thrust into your mouth, prehensile and wrapping around your tongue. 

It was gentle, only thrusting softly into your mouth, until it shuddered around your moaning mouth, Jade groaning from the vibrations. Floyd’s own dick had made its way out, pushing against your tight hole and slowly filling you up. You swear, it took up your entire womb with its size, rapidly thrusting and pushing against your walls with the intent to breed. Floyd seemed unaffected, beaming in delight at your muffled cries and begs as he grinded against your clit. 

“Haah, Jade! Our shrimp’s pussy feels sooo good! It’s so tight and soft.” Floyd took heaving breaths as made out with you messily, groaning and giggling into your mouth. “It’s like they wanna make sure my seed fills them up~”

You cried out, muffled moans filling the air as you tried nodding in agreement. You’d tried answering against Jade’s dick, but only served to further stimulate him. 

“Mmh, and it’s like they want to milk my cock. Greedy, greedy darling. You’re so—hah—lucky we love spoiling you.”

Jade thrusted harder against your mouth, the tip touching the back of your throat, making your gag and choke. Even so, you relaxed and let him face-fuck you with no remorse. It wasn’t like you needed air anymore, not with the gills on your neck.

Besides, it wasn’t Jade fucking your mouth that took the oxygen from your lungs, but way Floyd stretched you out and rubbed his own clit against yours. 

“You feel that? You feel how good you're making me feel? Yeah~” Floyd purred, roughly grinding against you as he breathlessly laughed. “Making me feel all sortsa ways, like I could keep fucking his hole of mine forever~”

One of the first delights you learn before transforming was that, as eelmers, your darling husbands were built with both sets of sex, their slit hiding away their hastily growing cocks and tight openings. You wondered if you could return the favor and eat them out instead, the thought of a trembling Jade and keening Floyd as you feasted utterly delicious. 

“Now Floyd, what did you say earlier?” Jade asked, pushing your hair away from your face as he kept at his meal. “Don’t be selfish! They’re my mate too!”

Jade mimicked Floyd’s pouting tone, mocking his brother with a shit-eating grin as Floyd growled, clawed hands digging into your hips and upper tail to fuck you even harder, making you bounce against the bed and Jade’s dick. 

A particularly rough thrust against your cervix brought you back to the moment, Floyd’s teeth digging into your right shoulder as he suddenly came in you. 

His cum was thick and filling, dripping from your hole from the sheer amount Floyd busted into you. And as Floyd pulled away, you pulled away from Jade and looked down to see inches and inches of his dick leaving your throbbing cunt. You weren’t even sure if you came with him at this point,  all the euphoric bliss you’d been feeling blending in. 

What you were sure of was Floyd’s length still being hard and firm, moving around his hand as he pumped it. That fact that he was still able to keep going made you ravenous as you wiggled your hips at him, hoping that Floyd would keep going. 

You needed to feel fuller. You needed to take up as much cum in you as possible. You needed to be bred like a good little mate. At least until you could return the favor. (You pushed that last thought to the back of your mind, confused as to why your sex-filled brain conjured that.)

“Hey Jade.” Floyd ignored your cranky whines, you’d be filled up again soon anyway. “Switch spots with me. I wanna feel their mouth, besides, our mate is nice and tight, ‘n squeezes you juuust right~”

Floyd giggled, his signature laugh, slinking up your body as Jade snaked down, dragging his hands down your body as he did. Jade was quick to take his spot, his dick slick with his precum and your spot slipping into you with little resistance. 

Both were big, but Floyd was slender and longer, whereas Jade was shorter and much thicker, stretching you out to the point that you were sure you’d be ruined for anyone else. As if you’d ever want anyone else. 

Jade was ever so gentle with you, slowly pushing the tip of his cock as he used Floyd’s cum as lube, his girth filling you up deliciously. You groaned as you felt the cum in you push out of your hole to make room for Jade, until he eventually made it to the hilt. His length was pressing against your walls, swirling in you, as Jade started grinding his slit against you. 

“Damn!” Jade cursed, gasping as he pressed his head against your chest, teething at the skin. “You’re right, Floyd, they feel so tight and soft against me! I could get drunk from your walls, my love~”

Obsessed as he’s always been with your chest, Jade took to occupying his mouth with your chest, back to suckling you like a baby. It was like he was opening for milk to come out and fill his insatiable tongue with your taste. 

“Yeah! Can you imagine how much tighter they’ll be when we both fill them up? Haha! You’ll be begging to have our dicks in ya forever, our cute lil’ shrimp!” 

Floyd, rougher than his brother, pulled at the hair in your scalp, firm but soft, and pushed his dick towards your mouth. He threw his head back, sighing as you took a long, slow lick from the tip of his cock to the base. It trembled against your tongue at the stimulation, surprising as it tried wrapping around the muscle before shoving itself into your mouth. You choked as Floyd began pistoning into your mouth, cackling as little tears dripped from your eyes. 

Between his fast pumps, and Jade’s tortuously slow thrusts, you were slowly being driven insane.

“Ngh, d-did you just cum again?” Jade stuttered, pulling away from your teat with a string of saliva connecting you two. “I felt it…I’m close, you know. Mmmph…Want me to fill you up again my love?”

“Mmmm! Mmmphmm!” You cried against Floyd’s dick, tongue massaging his length as you sucked. You’d managed to keep rolling your hips against Jade, the stinging effects of overstimulation starting to take hold.

“Ha! I think they want it Jade~” Floyd cackled, finally shoving your face against his groin, forcing you to swallow around his dick. “Give it to ‘em, if our shrimp wants us to breed them, then we oughta make them happy~”

A chilling growl left Jade’s mouth as he clenched his teeth into your left shoulder, near the crook of your neck as his prehensile dick pounded into, practically fucking your womb, like it wanted to nestle in and never leave. 

Your tummy felt hot as Jade filled you up, finally moving your head away from Floyd to cough and gasp at the feeling. Managing to lift your head, you saw a bulge on your stomach where Jade was filling you up with his own cum, right along Floyd’s. 

“Aha, I’m so full!” You moaned, giggling deliriously, all thoughts from your head fucked out, as you rubbed the bulge. “It feels so goooood~” 

The heat coursing through your veins has dissipated quite a bit, now a comfortable hum and tingling on your skin instead of an insatiable need to get fucked. You beamed as Jade, still in you, leaned down to kiss you sweetly, his hands cradling your face as he nipped your nose. 

“We’re glad, aren’t we Floyd?” Jade purred, grinning down at you with a hungry look still. You made a noise of confusion as he moved away, rolling to his side. Whimpering as a few inches of his length slid out as he did, but he stopped, keeping most of it in. Looking down, you could make out the pearlescent cum of your husbands leaking out of you, thick and viscous. 

“Hmm, yeah.” Floyd sighed, tracing along your pudgy tummy, briefly squeezing down to watch more cum leak from your hole. “Let’s fill them up even more!”

“Huh?” You pushed yourself up on your elbows, blinking rapidly as Floyd took your otherside and positioned his dick against your still stretched out cunt. 

“You said you wanted both of us in you, right?” Floyd started pushing, long tongue licking over your cheek, down your neck, and slathering over the bite he made. “You wanted both of us at once. We’re giving you what you want.”

Your brain function was still yet to completely return, as you barely managed to process his words at the last second. “Wait, wha—AAAAH!”

Your hands went flying up to their hair as Floyd pushed in against his walls and Jade’s dick, stretching you beyond comprehension. Pulling at their teal strands, you could hear both of them ominously chuckle, Floyd’s hand going back down to your nub as Jade’s lips made their way home to your chest to feed. 

“Fuck! Too much! Too much! Aaaaahahaha!” You gasped, laughing as the heat returned to your belly as your eyes glazed over. “Ooooooh shit! F-floyd, Jaaade…uwwwaaah…”

Throwing your head back, you started letting out open-mouthed moans, blubbering as you started speaking nonsense to your mates. Any coherent thought was yanked from your brain and tossed out like garbage as they started moving in you, lengths pushing up against all your most deliciously sensitive spots, tips hitting your cervix like they were fighting to take up the space in your womb first. 

“Aahaha! Look at you! Fucked stupid~” Floyd lovingly nuzzled against your temple, kissing your forehead as he continued his mean words. “Do ya like it? You gonna cum again? Cum as much as you want~ Only we can make you feel this good~”

Floyd cackled again, bringing your head back up to make out with your drooling mouth, his tongue tangling with yours. 

“Mmm, morays can go for hours you know,” Jade cooed, cheeks flustered and eyes drunk on your body as he flicked your nipple with the tip of his tongue. “Do you want us to keep going? Use you? Make sure our little mate is filled with plenty of seed for their eggs? Do you want to keep getting fucked~”

“Yesh!” You cried, muffled against Floyd’s sloppy kiss. “Fuck me more! I wa-wanna feel your cocks here!”

You placed your hand over your navel, feeling the bumps of their dicks as they pounded against your insides. Pulling away from a whining Floyd, you looked down at your belly, and gasped at the sight. 

You could just barely make out the blue, glowing lines on their dicks as they moved in you, the outline just visible under the transparent skin of your belly. You could even make out the pearly white sheen of their cum filling you up under the skin. The sight shocked you into coming, tossing your head back as you panted for oxygen. 

“Sho good! It feelsh shooo good! Don’t stoooooop~” You were slurring as you bawled your eyes out, shaking as you came once again for the nth time that night. Yet they didn’t stop, not from your overstimulated tears, nor your walls tightening against them.

“Floyd! Jade!” You gasped, your insides feeling raw and like they were burning, finally being pushed past your limits. “W-wait, I can’t…I just…I just came—FUCK!”

Your husbands pulled you up, wrapping their tails around yours and each other to be closer to you, as Jade forced you to look down at your extending belly and their lengths moving in and out. As soon as one slipped out, the other thrusted in, ensuring you were never empty. Unfortunately, as they did, more of their cum was slipping out as well, making Floyd whine. 

“Aw, Jade! Look at how our Shrimpy is wasting our seed!” Floyd pulled on your ear with his sharp teeth, playfully chittering in your ear. 

Jade clicked his tongue in disappointment, bumping his forehead against yours, “How wasteful, we’ll just have to go a few more hours then, to make sure our seed takes. Can you handle it, my love? You can, can’t you?”

You blinked open your eyes, the algae lamp on the nightstand providing a dim blue light to the room. Yawning, you tried stretching your arms, wincing at the pain that shot up from your lower back. 

“Mmh? (Name)? You wanna go again?” you heard Floyd sleepily giggle to himself, spooning against your back as his tail was wrapped around your fins. “Kinda tired, but I’ll go again for my shrimp, hehe~”

You reached a hand over to pinch his nose, grumbling, “Stop it, you know exactly what yawning is.” 

Floyd pouted, digging his head against your back again as he tightened his grip. From your front, Jade groaned at the movement as he nuzzled his head against your chest, arms gripping your midsection and tail tightly wrapped around your hips. At this moment, you were just a body pillow to him. 

“Stop moving…it’s still early…” Jade mumbled into your skin, nipping at it briefly. “...Want to…sleep.”

“Nah, I’m awake now. I wanna eat somethin’, wanna come to the kitchen?” Floyd asked, kissing his bite mark on your shoulder as he did. He untangled himself from you, stretching and wincing from the scratches you made on his shoulders stung.

You tried moving, but felt a cramp in your hips and pelvis as you did. Between that, and Jade’s displeased growl as he tightened his grip, you were trapped. 

“I don’t think I can move…you guys did a number on me.” You were just noticing your entire torso and navel covered in hickies and bruises, the most prominent being the hand marks on your hips. 

“Heh, nice. Oof!” Floyd grunted as you threw a pillow at him. You had half a mind to smother Jade too as you felt him smirk and chuckle into your skin. Unfortunately for you (and fortunately for him), there was a cheery knock at the front door. 

(Or the frame of your front door. Homes under the sea didn’t have doors, though you had a rather intricately designed curtain over the entrance for privacy). 

“I miei figli! It’s been a few weeks now! Can I see mia nuora?”

Since your mating season started, you’d been going at it nearly nonstop with the twins the first week until your libido managed to die down to a more reasonable amount. Granted, at least one of the twins was with you at all hours as they took turns going to work. This week, you’d taken to just resting your incredibly sore body. Nearly 5 days since you were last fucked, and you were still wincing as you swam. 

Unfortunately, Narissa missed you just a bit too much to wait a few more days to see you. 

“Oh my god, Mama Narissa!” You bolted up, Jade grumbling as he let you untangle from his grasp. He settled for grabbing your pillow and shoving his face in it to drink in your scent. “Shit, has it really been weeks?”

“Mm-hm,” Jade hummed, finally opening his eyes to look at you. He was never a morning person, surprisingly, so it took him sometime before he was fully coherent. “You were insatiable the last few weeks…begging to make sure you stayed filled up. I was surprised at how long you lasted between rounds.”

Jade rubbed a hand against your belly, staring at it intently as he slow blinked, ready to fall back asleep at any moment. 

“...It’s twins.” He said, very matter-of-factly. You blinked in confusion, but smiled at the idea.

You covered your hand over his, lacing your fingers together as you shrugged and smiled. “You think? Humans usually have just one, but I’ve also never had a mating season, so I don’t know.” 

“Hm, it is.” 

You blinked again, staring at Jade as he lovingly smiled at the bump on your stomach. Shrugging again, you pushed his bangs back and pressed a kiss to his forehead, making the effort to trudge through the pain and swim out to greet your mother-in-law. You sharply inhaled as you tried straightening your tail, feeling like your muscles were being pulled. 

“Ah!” You hissed, rubbing your lower back as Jade perked, getting up and letting you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he carried you on his back. 

“Here, I’ll take you.” Jade rubbed his eye, now fairly awake as he blissfully took you through the hallway into the living room, then the kitchen as you heard voices coming from there. 

“It’s been weeks! I just wanna see my nuora too, especially since neither of you have been at work at once for nearly a month!” You could make out Papa Leech’s, Bruno’s, raspy voice from the kitchen. 

“Oh relax, amore mio!” Narissa purred, kissing her husband’s cheeks as he visibly softened. He was stocky, built much like his sons, but much longer and covered in old scars. He was also a darker, muted shade of green, his eyes hazel and hair a familiar shade of black. You could look at Bruno and obviously see the resemblance between his sons and him.

“They’re fine! Look there, they are with Jade now.” Narissa chirped, swimming past Floyd to ruffle his hair as he tossed a scallop in his mouth. “Save some for your mate, Floyd. I’m sure they’re starving. 

Floyd looked offended at the suggestion, replying with a full mouth, “We’ph kefft ‘em fed!”

Narissa scolded him for speaking with a full mouth as Bruno excitedly made his way to you, snatching you from Jade, who made an annoyed hiss, and twirled you around. He squeezed you in a bone-crushing hug as he spoke. 

“There you are! Our family shrimp! Don’t be mad at me now, but you’ve kept the boys plenty busy! I’m gonna need to steal them back, why don’t you and Nari go—”

You yelped as four pairs of arms snatched you back from Bruno’s embrace, a hair-raising growl and clacking of Floyd’s jaws echoing in the kitchen. Floyd was holding you between him and Jade, the latter protectively curled over your stomach as he eyed his own father. 

Bruno looked less than amused, rolling his eyes as he clacked his own pharyngeal jaws in response. 

“Just playing ‘round with mia nuora, what’s wrong with you two?! Hissing at your own father?!” He snapped, briefly looking at Narissa as she turned his face to hers. 

She had a smile on her face, gold eyes locking on Jade’s hands covering you. 

“Amore, you need to be careful with (Name)! Of course, they’re hissing at you, you’re roughhousing with a berried mate!”

Berried?

“W-what? What’s that mean?” You asked, confused as Bruno immediately brightened, rapidly sinking to the ground to be at eye level with your stomach. Narissa gracefully followed, as did your husbands, now relaxed. 

“It means our Shrimpy is gonna have baby Shrimpies.” Floyd giggled as Jade reached up to direct your gaze to your translucent tummy. 

“See, my love? The eggs look like berries.” Jade tapped a finger against your slightly protruding stomach, right where you could make out the sight of two teal colored eggs. 

You gasped, placing your hand over Jade and Floyd’s. Effectively stunned into silence, Bruno had more than enough energy to loudly celebrate for all five of you. 

“WHOOP! NONNINO! I’M GOING TO BE A NONNINO!” Bruno excitedly swam around in circles, twisting and twirling around as Floyd darted to his father’s side, following his dance in happiness.

Jade chuckled, giving his mother a knowing look as they both straightened back up, moving to nip at your ear affectionately. 

“I suppose we should let everyone else know the good news.”

You nodded in a daze, the thought of letting your adoptive parents up on the surface of the news dizzying. 

“Yeah…” You finally smiled, breathlessly laughing into Jade’s shoulder as you reached for Floyd, who immediately met your embrace, nearly knocking you into Jade’s arms in excitement. 

Between the rings on your left-hand ring finger, and the two eggs in your stomach, it was no question: you’re happy to stay in Twisted Wonderland for the rest of your days. 

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[jetsamsoul]

Open wide ~.ᐟ

A/N: guess who's baccckk...I was gone forever because I had to go to the depths of the ocean and drag Floyd back up for you all..true story not clickbait at all. (on a real note, I'm hoping to get back on that grind. Honestly.)

tags: Floyd Leech x gn!reader // very lightly proofread, messy bday blowjob, cheek tapping, deepthroat/gagging, swallowing, shrimpy nickname a couple times, basically Floyd is an idiot.

wc: 1.7k // ao3

It was well into the evening when you got a chance to catch Floyd one-on-one. No other students quivering through a birthday wish. Not a soul taking their chances to give him the presents he openly wished for. Or demanded, really. He had spent a large portion of his birthday exploring old, ‘inaccessible’ ruins aside Malleus, which had been his birthday gift to the mer. Even a small glimpse at the pair was a sight. An interesting and mildly frightening one. Now though, you would find him alone. Turned in for the night having skipped his shift at the lounge. Why work on such an important day?

You entered Floyd and Jade’s shared dorm room with three boxes carefully stacked in your arms. Two were meant for Floyd, the other for his twin. Floyd's head perked up from the book in his hands by the time you shut the door and walked to the end of his bed. The mer sat the book down, sitting up from his reading position. “aah-Shrimpy! Finally came to wish me a happy birthday?” he grinned, pulling you into a squeeze hug as usual after you set the boxes on his bed. “Sea Slug beat ya faaar to it ya know..”

“Yeah, I heard.” You rolled your eyes with a smile and a huff. You sat in front of Floyd on his bed, crossing your legs for comfort. It didn’t bother you that he was busy all day, but you certainly felt a hint of guilt. You wanted to have been with him in place of Malleus Draconia. It was definitely a gift suitable for Floyd...The prince had taken it very seriously to get Floyd the “coolest” gift ever.

“He took me out to these ruins.” He started, leaning back on his bed frame. ”Wish I could’ve brought Jade with me though, ya know? Feel like it's the type of thing he’d really enjoy.”

As Floyd continued to describe his day to you, his voice gradually faded out as you grew lost in thought observing the mer. You liked to watch the way his hands moved around when he talked, waving them around as if he hadn’t already had every ounce of your attention. That he allowed his hair to be less tame when compared to his twins. His choice of clothing like the sweats with colorful splatters on him now. The large hoodie he relaxed in looking so cozy, making you want to join him inside of it. His heterochromatic eyes that contrasted brightly against his fair skin, drawing your attention tenfold. Everything about him eased you in like a fishhook bearing the most appetizing bait. While his story went on, your hand massaged his leg and back. 

You wanted to do more for him. More than the gifts you had already brought for him. A gift that no one else would be able to bear for him. Something special. Intimate. To your luck, you already knew the privacy you had now would offer you enough time. Floyd’s voice was once again audible as you slipped back into the present moment, a minor grin sneaking across your cheeks. 

 Floyd raised a brow at your unknowing malicious expression, tilting his head centimeters to the side a piqued interest. “What?” his position adjusted upwards.  He bore a toothy grin, closing into your space as if he caught onto your plans before you could put a single thought into action. “What’s the face for?” You assumed he already knew. You hadn’t tried to mask your stares or cover up that you had been thinking about something. Placing a hand on his shoulder you leaned up, pulling him into a kiss. He smiled in the return, hands wrapping around you to force you closer. To further the closeness you brought your body up, spreading your legs to sit on top of his lap.  Between a break for air, you licked his jawline, kissing down till your lips met the outline of his collarbone. The mers hips pushed up into you, earning a gasp that put your eyes back on his. 

“So ‘s this why you came here to see me, Shrimpy?’ he eyed you up and down, presenting an eager look that you felt satisfied to receive. “you wanted to suck me off?”  His eyes widened with idea and without giving you a moment to reply he went on.  “Is it cause ‘ts my birthday?” his hand rubbed ` on your back as he waited, his other resting on your lower back.

You nodded to him, pressing your hands on his chest as a sign for him to lay back. Floyd caught on, leaning his back on the purple headboard behind him. You wanted to make him feel good. This would be one of the best ways to do just that. Your body followed his motion, laying your body close to his chest as you rolled your hips to create friction with his lap. Floyd's eyes were burned into your skin, you knew he was watching every move you made closely like a predator. Inching down, Floyd aided you by tugging down at his multi-color splotched sweats till his briefs were revealed alongside a distinctly growing bulge. The sight tugged a smile at your lips while you leaned down for your face to meet the tight fabric. Your tongue darted out to drag a stripe onto Floyd’s clothed cock, a repressed breath slipping past his lips. You rubbed his hard-on through the fabric, the mer watching you closely from above. Your thumb slipped under his waistband teasing the sensitive skin around his dick as your other hand rested on his hipline.

“C’mon..’js take it out already..” Floyd huffed, rubbing his hands along any bare bit of your body he could reach. “You’re gonna make it hurt..’ts not real nice to do on someone's birthday..” 

You glanced up at the mer for a short moment before focusing back on his lower half. Inching down the article, his dick sprang out as the briefs passed his thighs. You wrapped your hand around the base, immediately feeling a twitch on your palm. Floyd was always much more sensitive than you assumed him to be. All that fact did was rile you up more. You wet the rose-flushed tip of his cock, taking it into your mouth moments after. It was thick. Your jaw ached at the thought of keeping it in. Your hand pumped what didn’t fit in your mouth, extra saliva pooling at the end of your tongue. You started leisurely, listening to Floyd’s hushed groans of satisfaction. Your cheek bulged as you moved your head to the side, pushing him out of your mouth to catch a breath. You kept your hand busy with languid strokes to his length

“Ahh?” Floyd’s head perked up, his lazy eyes widening with amusement. “Can’t fit it all in?” He teased. In rebuttal you pushed him back into your mouth, holding back any reflex as your mouth inched down to meet the base of his cock. The mer above you hissed through his teeth, his leg moving up as he flexed his core to fuck his shaft further into your mouth. The movement forced a gag from you, your head instinctually retreating for air. You took in the precious breath, savoring it for the short moment it was before Floyd ran his hand through your scalp, gripping onto a chunk at the back of your head to control your movement. He led you back down, salty precum spreading on your tongue while Floyd held you in place to thrust into you at his leisure. In short time his pace quickened, his lengthy cock slamming continuously down your throat while you struggled not to choke on it.

Floyd moaned erratically from above, your throat convulsing around him as he pushed his limit. You pressed your hand on top of his lower stomach, pushing your mouth off him with a ‘pop’ and erotic gasp for air following. The mers eyes shifted to you as you kept your other hand tight around him.

“I’m gettin’ real close..” Floyd spoke with a whine, sitting up on his knees and taking hold of his throbbing appendage. “Do me a favor and get on the floor so I can have ya on your knees properly, kay?” he demanded, watching you obey his wish with ease. A grin smeared across his face as he sat himself on the edge of his bed above you, squeezing your face in his hand while the other lovingly tapped his erection on your cheek. “Alright, Shrimpy..Open wide~” Floyd snickered, swiftly slipping his cock into your mouth that fell widely agape the moment he asked you to. His hand that previously held your cheek shifted into your hair, fingers tightening around the base of your scalp to guide your mouth. You’re gagging immediately, the familiar feeling of being unable to properly breathe returning as his cock slammed against the back of your throat.

 You could feel your body reacting to Floyd, legs squeezing together as you tried to stay focused on him and not stick a hand down your pants. The vibrations of your explicit hums triggered Floyd’s hips to twitch desperately. His moans grew less controlled, breath held in his chest while you worked at his lower half. The mer gasped, hands squeezing the blankets surrounding him. “Fhh-ah-” His breath grew staggered, unable to finish any sentence he had started. He didn’t think twice about pulling himself out of your throat, his eyes shut tightly as he came what felt like straight down your throat. You took it all in, swallowing what bits had stayed in your mouth. After stilling for a short moment you pulled your mouth off him slowly,  licking at the leftover fluids on Floyd. He whined, sitting up properly as he stared down at you.

“Ah-? You swallowed allat?” he grinned, proud that he didn’t seem to taste bad.

You smiled, standing yourself up to lean in and give the mer a quick kiss. “Happy Birthday, Floyd.”

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[valencinie]

Kissing Statue

Bob Floyd x Reader

Description: Bob Floyd has had a crush on you for a while now, though he was always afraid to confess, not wanting to run the risk of losing such a friendship with you. However when deployment is nearing, he decides it’s now or never.

Warnings: nothing but fluff ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

WC: 1,673 words

Note: this is my first imagine, hope you all enjoyed <3

୨ৎ

It was sunset in America’s Finest City. The clock struck 7 and the sky began its show of wonderful colors in the warm spring evening at Seaport Village in San Diego. Bob had decided to go out and take a walk and get ice cream with you, wanting to hang out because he was “bored”, though it was really just an excuse to spend time with you.

Many people were out enjoying the comfort of the warm weather, taking pictures of the sky and the navy ships across the bay where they were docked most of the time. There were people with instruments as well, playing a variety of genres from jazz to more popular songs.

The both of you strolled along the paved pathway, your feet clicking along the cement. “I always loved the music they play here.”

Bob smiled and nodded, “they have quite the talent.” He said, walking beside you.

You stopped by the white wall that separated the small rocky ledge where the bay water lapped gently. Crabs scurried across large sharp rocks before being sucked into the navy blue water. All you could feel was relaxation knowing you had Bob by your side.

He stood closely beside you with a gentle smile, his green eyes shifting to look at you every now and then to admire your smile and your beautiful eyes. He knew he was in trouble the minute he realized just how cute you were the night the both of you went stargazing. It was a trip with your family and you had invited Bob. Two nights into the trip he had fallen head over heels for you.

“Wanna get ice cream?” Bob asked with a smile.

“Yup.” You smiled back. The both of you walked to the Baskin Robins that sat at the heart of seaport village, where the carousel was. You ordered your favorite flavor and Bob ordered a mint chocolate chip. There was a peaceful silence between the both of you as you watched the colors of the sky become more prominent.

“This was a good choice Bobby.” You said while licking your ice cream happily as you walked.

“Figured you’d like it. I remember you telling me you used to come here as a kid with your grandmother.” Bob said, pleased that he got your approval of the “hang out” spot of the day. “Plus.. sunset is always nice around here.” He added.

You smiled and met his gaze. “Well you were definitely right about that.” You turned over to the horizon, your eyes now landing on the tall statue that was coming into view.

Bob followed your gaze and spotted the statue as well. “Wanna go look at it?”

You nodded and the both of you stopped in front of it, the statue towering over the both of you. It was a beautiful statue depicting a sailor kissing a nurse passionately. Bob looked at the statue with you, it amazed him how tall it was.

“I was always intrigued by this statue.” You said breaking the silence. “Wondering who the man or the woman were.“ you said. “I never realized how much military influence there was in San Diego.” You chuckled a bit. “Until now I guess.”

Bob chuckled softly. “Yeah well it is military town here.” He said. “Even though I’ve only been here for some amount of time, I guess it became pretty clear the more I explored.”

You hummed at his response, “you like it here?”

Bob nodded, “yeah the beach a nice, not something you see everyday at Montana.” He said, his gaze flickering to you now. “I’m glad I moved here.”

You met his gaze and smiled. “Me too.”

Bob smiled gently at your soft smile, to him it was the most beautiful thing. For a moment, it was as if his deployment never existed, as it hadn’t crossed his mind.

The both of you looked back up to the statue.

“I always thought the statue meant the sailor was saying goodbye to his wife.” You said. “Sure it stands to depict peace between two countries but in the eyes of a little girl, I feel like you can easily miss that message.” You smiled.

Bob nodded along, he wasn’t much of a talker when it came to your duo but he always loved listening to anything and everything you had on your mind. He always remembered to take note of any little detail you mentioned.

“It..it almost looks like a fairytale.” You said wistfully. “Like.. you love someone so much, you give this passionate kiss as a goodbye.”

Bob couldn’t help but resonate with the situation. He was also leaving.. needing to say goodbye soon, only thing was he wasn’t sure if the kiss was going to be part of it. But oh how he longed for it.

In the background two men had begun to play their instruments in the now darkening sky beneath a tall lamp. Small twinkles of stars began to appear in the violet backdrop. Soft jazz music was playing, giving a wonderful ambiance to the atmosphere. You turned and smiled at the source of the music.

But Bob wasn’t interested in the music, he was too focused on you. How your hair danced with the soft breeze of the night, and how you were illuminated by the bottom lights at the foot of the statue. God he was smitten.

Without thinking he reached out to touch your hand. His heart jumped at the feeling of your soft hand but he had already made his move, too late to turn back now.

The sudden touch made you turn to face him, a slight look of surprise on your face. Bob glanced up to your eyes, as if wondering if it was alright.

You quickly took note of his expression and gently smiled, wrapping your fingers around his hand.

“Care to dance?” Bob asked quietly, a small blush dusting his cheeks to his ears.

You nodded, “yes, let’s dance.”

With that Bob smiled softly and pulled you closer to him. You could smell his cologne as the both of you swayed in a slow dance.

There you two were, dancing by the kissing statue next to the USS Midway. The stars twinkling under the night sky as Downtown San Diego illuminated in front of the both of you. The lights of navy ships flickering on the other side of the bay. As you both swayed Bob felt at peace but the weight of his deployment was starting to weigh down on him the darker the sky got.

He spun you gently and then dipped you ever so slightly. His eyes found yours and he couldn’t look away from them.

You smiled gently, holding his gentle gaze. He couldn’t help but smile right back. Wanting to keep this moment alive for eternity.

In the background the playing men had noticed the little moment and smiled. But neither you or Bob noticed, too caught up in the intimacy between the two of you.

To Bob, the world seemed to disappear and all he could see was you. It was in this moment he knew, he had to tell you how he felt, no matter the consequence. He’d rather tell you than spend the rest of his life wondering what could have been.

He straightened you up, now standing in front of him. He was debating for a second but he had already made up his mind.

“Y/N.” Bob said softly but firm. “There’s something you should know.” He said his voice shaking just a bit.

You tilted your head gently, “what is it?”

Bob sighed softly before meeting your concerned gaze, “I’m leaving soon, I leave next week.” He said with a slight stutter. “And.. I don’t know how to tell you this but.. I..”

“..but..?” You said searching his features as he looked down a bit.

The both of you still held onto eachother in this moment.

Bob took in a sharp breath before meeting your worried gaze. “I’ve fallen in love with you Y/N.” He said as his heart pounded in his ears.

There was a short silence and for a moment Bob regretted ever opening his mouth.

Your gaze widened ever so slightly as you held him. But you couldn’t help but crack a soft adoring smile. “Well Bobby I believe I’ve fallen in love with you too..” you said softly. “Deeply.”

Bob felt as though a weight had been lifted off his shoulder and he embraced you. You chuckled and embraced him back. The soft jazz music that was forgotten seemed to pour back into the moment and he just held you with his eyes closed, his chin on your head. He swayed gently, keeping you close to his chest.

“Look I know..” you started after a long moment. “I know you’re leaving soon…but…I’d wait for you.” You moved your head up to look at Bob. “And I’d do it over and over again.. no matter how many times, for you.” You said in a hushed voice.

Bob sighed softly and moved a strand of hair that had flown over your beautiful face. He smiled. Leaving you behind already weighed heavily on his heart but knowing you’d be here waiting for him, was enough to soothe it. “You’d wait?” He said softly.

“Always.” You responded.

“Always?” He said lifting your chin gently.

The distance between the two of you began to close in, your eyes flickering between his eyes and lips.

“Always.” You answered definitely.

That was all it took for Bob to lean in fully and gently place a tender kiss on your soft lips. His kiss was gentle but full of emotion. You kissed back gently and held him close.

Though Bob hated the thought of leaving you for deployment, he knew he’d be back for you, no matter how long it took, and he knew you’d be here waiting for him. That “always” like a silent promise, was enough for him. And it was enough for you.

♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ౨ৎ ‧₊ .ᐟ

[fairydustttx]

M2M.

Bob Floyd x reader

“Maybe it’s our matching rings and that time that we kissed, I don’t understand why they never think what we do is totally platonic”

A/N: I have so many different ways I’ve wrote about this man but I can’t seem to write an enemies to lovers type story for him so here’s a lil platonicish one shot instead.

Wc: 1985

Summary: Everyone thinks you’re dating. Sometimes even you think you are but you’re just best friends. Maybe soulmates. Maybe something else. It’s complicated.

PART TWO

Bob's shoulder knocks gently into yours as you both stand in front of the ancient vending machine that lives just outside the rec room at the base.

It's midnight. The air smells like jet fuel and cold metal. You're both exhausted from the day and ready to go home with you still in your flight suit.

You groan softly hitting the vending machine with your fist, not at all impressed with the selection of snacks. "How is this stupid thing always out of the only decent chips?"

Bob leans in close to the scratched-up vending machine, the flickering light above casting a dim glow over his face. He squints at the smeared glass like it's a math equation and not a lineup of overpriced, over-salted snacks. The keypad sticks slightly as he punches in the code, the machine giving a low mechanical groan in protest.

"You say that like barbecue Lays aren't trash," he mutters, half to himself, half to you.

You shoot him a look, elbowing him hard in the side—not enough to hurt, just enough to make a point. "You have the taste buds of a sleep-deprived toddler. It's actually kind of worrying."

Bob grins, easy and boyish. "But you love me anyway."

The words hang there, soft but loud. He says them without weight, without a second thought, like they're part of some long-standing bit between you. And maybe they are. Maybe that's the problem.

Your breath catches—not audibly, not visibly, but you feel it. A pause just long enough to make it real. Your eyes flick to his face, studying it for any sign that he meant something by it, anything more than the careless comfort of familiarity.

But Bob just stands there, relaxed, like he hasn't just knocked the wind out of you. And you? You don't respond. You never do.

The machine sputters and jerks to life with a final groan, spitting out a sad bag of salt and vinegar chips like it's exhausted by the effort. The plastic packaging flops to the bottom bin with an anticlimactic thud.

You both stare down at it.

"I absolutely hate those," you mutter, nose wrinkling. The smell alone makes your mouth feel dry.

Bob shrugs, bending to retrieve the bag. His shoulders are broad under the soft gray hoodie he wears when he's too tired to care about uniform or image. He straightens, turns, and holds the chips out to you anyway, the corner of his mouth twitching like he's daring you to take them.

"Guess that makes us even."

You hesitate for a moment, your eyes on the crumpled bag in his hand. It crackles faintly as he holds it out, his fingers steady.

It would be easy to take it—say something quick and sarcastic, keep the rhythm the two of you always fall into. But tonight feels different. Off-balance in a way you can't explain.

So you don't reach out. You just say it.

"Bob, you know people think we're dating."

He pauses, caught mid-shift, the easy amusement faltering for a second. He looks at you, not surprised exactly—just waiting.

"Because of the vending machine?" he says eventually, with a hint of a smile.

"No." You exhale slowly. "Just... in general."

Bob tilts his head, like he's actually considering it. "Is it that obvious?"

You glance over at him, and he's already watching you. He's got that quiet way of looking—focused, careful. Like he never wants to make you uncomfortable, but he still wants the truth.

"Yeah," you say. "I think it is."

There's a pause. Not awkward. Just full.

"You want to correct them?" he asks.

You shift your weight, leaning back against the wall. "And say what? 'We're just... really close and maybe a little emotionally entangled but not in a romantic way, definitely not, absolutely not'?"

That makes him laugh, soft and tired. "You forgot 'definitely not sleeping together.' That part is also very important."

You smile faintly but don't laugh. It's quiet again.

He leans next to you, shoulders a careful distance away. His presence is familiar. He always has been, even when you didn't ask him to be.

The thing is, you've both had this conversation before. Not out loud. But in sidelong glances, in the way your fingers brush when you pass something between you, in the moments when you're too tired to pretend this connection doesn't run deeper than it should.

People ask all the time.

Phoenix asked once, outright, smirking across a crowded bar: "You two ever gonna admit you're disgustingly in love, or should we just start placing bets?"

Hangman's been cruder, but not entirely wrong. "No one stares at their so called 'friend' like that, Bob."

You always shut it down. "We're just close."

Bob always nods. "She's like family.”

But lately, even that doesn't sound right. Because it isn't just closeness. And you're not family—not really. You're something in between. Some unnamed liminal space neither of you dares to step out of.

Bob shifts again. "You ever wish it was easier?"

You glance sideways. "What do you mean?"

He shrugs, eyes down. "I don't know. That we could either be all the way in or all the way out. Instead of... whatever this is."

You don't answer for a long moment.

Then quietly, "Sometimes."

The silence grows heavier, but it doesn't crush you. It wraps around you both, familiar, like a blanket you've grown used to sharing.

Finally, he says, "We're still okay, right?"

You meet his eyes. Honest, open, as always.

"Yeah," you say. "We're okay."

And for now, that's true.

He doesn't press the bag into your hand again. Doesn't push. Just keeps it held between you, like the answer might live there, in that space you never quite cross.

You think about stepping closer but you don't.

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It happened on a Tuesday.

No alcohol. No party. No high-stakes adrenaline or moment you could pin it on later. Just two people sitting too close on a couch they'd half-fallen asleep on more times than either of them would admit. The overhead light was dim, the television humming softly in the background, casting flickers across the walls like distant lightning.

You were leaning sideways, legs curled under you, thighs brushing Bob's. He was laughing—quiet and breathless, hand half-covering his mouth the way he always did when he didn't want to laugh too loud. You'd just finished a downright horrible impression of Maverick giving a safety briefing, complete with squinted eyes and a hand gesture that didn't mean anything.

"You're gonna get us both court-martialed," Bob said, shaking his head, still laughing.

"Worth it," you murmured, grinning.

And then came the silence.

Not the awkward kind. The kind that settles between people who know each other a little too well. Who've seen each other wrecked and scared and messily human—and never looked away. The kind of quiet that says I know you and I don't need you to perform for me.

Bob turned to look at you. Just a little. But long enough and you didn't look away.

The moment wasn't big or dramatic. Just... slow. Soft. The air shifted, and suddenly your pulse was too loud in your ears. His eyes searched yours like he was looking for something he didn't quite dare to name.

And then his hand was on your jaw—tentative, warm, reverent and you didn't stop him.

The kiss was slow, unsure. The kind of kiss that starts like a question. You felt it catch low in your throat and twist somewhere deep in your chest, the kind of ache you weren't expecting. It made your skin feel too tight, your thoughts too loud. It didn't feel like crossing a line—it felt like remembering something you'd forgotten.

Bob pulled back first. Barely.

His breath caught, lips still close enough to brush yours when he spoke.

"I—"

You pressed your fingers gently to his shoulder. "Don't."

"No," he said softly. "I care about you. So much it makes my chest hurt sometimes. But...”

You nodded, even though your heart was still galloping at one hundred miles per hour. "Yeah. But."

The silence after that wasn't awkward, either. Just heavy. Full.

Bob swallowed hard. "You mean too much to me to mess it up."

You leaned your head back, eyes slipping shut for a second. "Same."

When you looked at him again, his expression was unreadable. Soft. Guarded. Like he wasn't sure what he wanted to say next, only that it would matter too much.

"You're my person," he said, almost a whisper.

A breath hitched behind your ribs. You smiled.

"Always."

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The next morning, nothing was different. Not really.

He handed you your coffee like he always did—two creams, one sugar, lid already on, still warm. You slid his breakfast sandwich across the table toward him without glancing up from your phone. You both settled into the rhythm like muscle memory.

But the difference was there—in the quiet places.

When your fingers brushed reaching for the same file, you froze just a second too long. When he laughed at something you said, his gaze lingered a little more than it used to. When someone on base cracked a joke "God, you two are like an old married couple" neither of you denied it.

You just looked at each other. You smiled. He didn't look away.

No explanations. No disclaimers.

It became the truth between you, unspoken but always there.

Halo raised a brow, catching the tail end of a too-soft conversation between you and Bob during the maintenance delay. "You two sure you're not secretly married?"

You'd waved her off, sarcastic and dismissive as always. "Please. I'd eat my wings before marrying Bob Floyd."

But later, when you were walking back to your quarters, Bob had murmured, "She's not going to be last person to ask."

You knew that. Of course you did because this wasn't normal. It wasn't nothing, either.

You were each other's first call. The name saved with little stars or dumb nicknames in your phones. The person who noticed first when the other was too quiet. Too tired. On the edge.

Bob was the one who'd driven an hour and a half once just to sit in your living room when you couldn't sleep. You were the one who'd pulled him off base after a rough week and sat with him in a 24-hour diner, playing stupid songs off the jukebox until he started smiling again.

It wasn't romance.

But it wasn't friendship the way people meant it, either. It was something else.

That night on the couch still echoes between you—still sits like dust in the spaces where your fingers almost touch. You think about it sometimes when he brushes a stray hair from your face without thinking. When he falls asleep next to you on long flights, his shoulder warm against yours. When someone else flirts with him, and you feel something twist in your stomach that you pretend not to name.

You lie awake some nights, wondering what if the two of you tried?

Would you make it work? Would you ruin everything?

But you never speak the questions out loud. Neither does he and maybe that's the point.

You live in that quiet middle place. In the long glances. In the unspoken loyalty. In the way you trust each other more than anyone else without ever needing to say it.

You don't say "I love you," but it's there. In the little things. In the constant showing up. In the comfort of knowing that when everything else is falling apart, you'll always have each other.

Bob Floyd is your anchor. Your calm. Your constant.

Not a love story in the traditional sense but something real. Something lasting.

And maybe, just maybe, that's more than enough.

[loveesiren]

𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝖬𝗒 𝖧𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 (𝖯𝗍. 3)

Choi Seunghyun x f!reader x Kwon Jiyong | Masterlist

a/n: This part is longggg, but here's part three! I hope you guys enjoy. I feel like I'm moving past this hump and can finally get into the fucking terrible shit I have planned lol.

synopsis: Y/n and Seunghyun are finally official. But Jiyong begins to struggle with his true emotions between his best friend and his best friends girlfriend

warnings: angst, language, mentions of sex

wc: 5k+

You’d barely seen Jiyong over the last few days. If he was in the building, he was everywhere except where you were. You were grateful for that—grateful that you didn’t have to sit through another one of his cold stares or the snide remarks he loved to throw your way. It was easier this way.

Seunghyun, on the other hand, was the exact opposite. Every chance he got, he was near you, talking to you, looking for an excuse to keep you company. He asked to see your sketches, offered to help with anything you needed, even brought you coffee without you asking.

“Aren’t I technically the one who works for you?” you mused, a small smile tugging at your lips as he handed you the cup.

He grinned, settling down beside you. “You’re our stylist, Y/n, not our assistant. You have one of the most important jobs here.”

“Is that so?” You arched a brow, amused by his enthusiasm.

“Yeah. I mean, without you, I’d be going out on stage like this.” He leaned back, motioning to his current outfit—gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, a well-worn Pink Floyd t-shirt hugging his frame. His hair was still damp from a recent shower, slightly tousled, and the scent of his cologne lingered in the air between you.

You bit your lip, eyes dragging over him before you could stop yourself. You liked him like this—casual, comfortable, completely unbothered.

“Miss Y/l/n,” Seunghyun smirked, his voice teasing. “Are you checking me out?”

Your cheeks burned instantly. “I-uh…” You scrambled for a response, but nothing came.

He laughed, leaning in just slightly. “I’m just teasing you.” A beat passed before he added, voice softer, “But I wouldn’t mind if you were.”

His words sent a wave of warmth through your chest, and you found yourself laughing with him.

A sharp knock at the studio door interrupted the moment.

“Yo, lovebirds.”

Your stomach twisted at the sound of Jiyong’s voice. His tone was laced with something unreadable, but his expression gave nothing away as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. The moment your eyes met his, your smile faltered.

“Sorry to break it up, but YG’s looking for you,” he said, directing his words at Seunghyun.

Seunghyun let out a dramatic sigh but stood without hesitation. “Wait for me? So I can walk you to your car?”

You nodded, offering a small smile. He returned it before jogging out of the room.

Jiyong, however, didn’t move. He lingered, eyes scanning over you with something close to scrutiny. The silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating.

You shifted in your seat, suddenly uncomfortable under his gaze.

“Seems like things are going well,” he said, voice dripping with something sharp.

You swallowed. “Uhm, yeah… Thank you. For not telling him, I mean.”

Jiyong sighed, finally pushing himself off the doorframe and sauntering into the room. He flopped onto the couch behind you, stretching out like he had nowhere better to be.

“Yeah, well…” He exhaled, running his fingers over the rings on his hand. “You’re not worth losing my best friend over.”

The words stung more than you wanted to admit. But they weren’t untrue. Seunghyun didn’t deserve to get caught in the crossfire of whatever dysfunctional thing you and Jiyong had once been.

“He’s gonna ask you out again, by the way,” Jiyong muttered, his fingers fidgeting with the silver bands. “He doesn’t shut up about you.”

Your lips twitched slightly, despite yourself.

Jiyong saw the expression you tried to hide and rolled his eyes. He hated you. At least, that’s what he told himself. The two of you always had problems, always found a reason to fight. It had been that way for years.

But lately… something was different.

Ever since that last night you spent tangled in your sheets, your nails dragging down his back as you moaned his name. Ever since you looked him in the eyes and told him you were done.

He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you.

Normally, he’d start a fight. He’d push your buttons, get under your skin, rile you up until you were breathless with frustration. Because he knew the more he pissed you off, the needier you’d get for him. It was a cycle. A toxic, fucked-up cycle.

But now? What was the point?

He could be cruel, sure. Tell everyone the truth. But where would that leave him? You weren’t his to take his frustration out on anymore. He’d handed you to Seunghyun on a silver fucking platter.

And for the first time, he felt hollow.

The door creaked open again. “Wow, the two of you in the same room without screaming? Are pigs flying?”

Seunghyun’s voice was light, teasing, but Jiyong stood immediately, forcing out a chuckle. “Don’t worry, I just finished yelling at her about the stupid outfit she’s designing for me.”

You rolled your eyes. “I like the outfit you’re designing for him,” Seunghyun said, smiling down at you as he approached.

You met his gaze, something apologetic in your expression. Every time the two of them were in the same room, your heart pounded in your chest, the weight of your secret pressing against your ribs.

“Can I walk you to your car?” Seunghyun asked, pulling you from your thoughts.

You blinked, then nodded. “Yeah! Of course.” Quickly, you shut your sketchbook, stuffing it into your bag.

Seunghyun held out his hand, and you hesitated only for a second before lacing your fingers with his. His palm was warm against yours. The two of you walked in comfortable silence through the building, the cool night air greeting you as you stepped outside.

When you reached your car, Seunghyun moved ahead, opening the door for you. His fingers lingered against the edge of the window frame as he leaned in slightly, resting his chin on his arms. His eyes traced over your face, soft and admiring.

“Would you like to go out with me again?” His voice was steady, more confident this time.

You smiled wide. “I’d like that.”

His lips curled into a grin. “You free Saturday?”

“As long as I finish up these sketches.”

“Well, get to sketching then. I’ll pick you up around eleven.”

“A.M.? Where are you taking me?” you giggled.

“Somewhere special.” He winked. “Drive safe.”

Before you could react, he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. Then, just as quickly, he backed away, smiling as he watched you drive off.

From across the parking lot, Jiyong watched, a bitter taste settling on his tongue. He exhaled a slow breath of smoke, making his way over to Seunghyun.

“What’d she say?” He tried to sound casually curious, not completely jealous.

“She said yes.” Seunghyun’s eyes remained locked on your disappearing car, his voice filled with something close to wonder. “Come on, let’s go celebrate.” He clapped Jiyong’s shoulder.

Jiyong scoffed, taking a slow drag of his cigarette. “We’re celebrating you asking a girl out on a date?”

“Not just any girl, Ji. Y/n!” Seunghyun’s smile was soft. “I’ve been into her for years. Just never had the confidence to ask her out until now.”

Jiyong knew that. He had always known. The first time he had you, he’d felt sick about it—knowing how much Seunghyun admired you.

But that night, when you had screamed his name like he was the only thing that mattered—he had started to understand why his best friend was so into you.

Jiyong exhaled, flicking his cigarette to the ground. “First round’s on me, then.”

And with that, he slung an arm over his best friend’s shoulder, heading toward the bar—swallowing his jealousy like another shot of whiskey.

-

Once again, you tore clothes from the hangers, trying them on and discarding them just as quickly. Frustration bubbled inside you—how were you supposed to pick the perfect outfit when Seunghyun refused to tell you where he was taking you?

You had texted him the night before, practically pleading for a hint. All he had given you was cute and casual. As if that didn’t encompass a million different possibilities.

With a sigh, you finally settled on a black skirt and tights, a gray sweater, and chunky black heels. You grabbed your red Prada bag and made your way to the mirror to assess your look. Casual—but not too casual. A balance between effortless and put-together. You could blend in just about anywhere.

After styling your hair into loose curls and adorning yourself with delicate silver jewelry, your phone vibrated. A hopeful smile tugged at your lips as you reached for it, expecting a message from Seunghyun. But the moment you saw the sender, your heart sank.

YG: GD and Taeyang need their hair done by Monday for an interview.

You exhaled sharply, rolling your eyes. There was little you wanted to do less than spend time with Jiyong. But work was work. Tamping down your irritation, you typed a quick response: I’m out of town today, but I can squeeze them in tomorrow.

Before you could dwell on it, the doorbell rang.

Excitement replaced disappointment as you rushed to answer it, a warm flutter in your chest. Swinging the door open, you found Seunghyun standing there, his signature smile in place, holding yet another flower—this time, a pink lily.

“Hi,” you greeted, your voice tinged with a shy warmth as you leaned against the doorframe.

“Hi.” His deep voice was soft, affectionate.

You took the lily from his hand, bringing it to your nose to inhale its delicate scent. He always did this—always brought you something new. A small, thoughtful gesture that never failed to make your heart stutter.

“Is this okay?” you asked, motioning to your outfit, suddenly self-conscious under his gaze.

His dark eyes swept over you, appreciation flickering across his features before he met your eyes again. “You look perfect,” he murmured. The sincerity in his voice made your breath hitch.

Your lips curled into a smile. “One sec!” You darted to the kitchen, carefully placing the lily in the vase where the growing collection of flowers sat on your counter. The sight of them, a soft blend of colors and petals, made your chest tighten with something unfamiliar yet undeniably warm.

Returning to the door, you slipped your hand into his as he offered it to you, his fingers wrapping around yours in a way that felt both natural and reassuring. He led you to the sleek black car waiting at the curb.

Ever the gentleman, Seunghyun opened the door for you, helping you inside before circling around to slide in beside you before he told the driver where to go.

“Royal treatment today?” you teased, raising a playful brow.

He chuckled, reaching for the bottle of wine nestled in ice between you. “Can’t drink and drive,” he said, pouring you a glass. The deep red liquid shimmered under the soft interior lights as he handed it to you. “Wine?”

You accepted with a grin, clinking your glass against his before taking a sip. The rich, velvety taste lingered on your tongue, unfamiliar yet decadent.

You hadn’t experienced such a luxury in a long time. Sure, Jiyong had the same access to these things, but never once were you worth it to him. You were there when he needed to take his frustrations out, that was it. Never worth a date.

You pushed thoughts of Jiyong aside, unwilling to let him taint the moment.

“So,” you said, tilting your head with curiosity, “are you finally going to tell me where we’re going?”

Seunghyun laughed, shaking his head. “Patience isn’t your strong suit, is it, Y/n?”

“Nah, not really,” you admitted with a smirk.

“Well,” he began, swirling the wine in his glass, “I’m taking you to an art museum. A new one that just opened a few months ago. I haven’t had the chance to go yet, and I figured it’d be more exciting with the company of a pretty woman.”

Your heart fluttered. He remembered. He had noticed the vibrant artwork that adorned your walls, had paid attention when you talked about your love for design. Art was always something the two of you could connect over.

“That sounds perfect,” you said, voice softer now.

“Good,” he replied, his lips curving into a pleased smile. “And, if you’re not too sick of me by the end of the day, I made dinner reservations.”

You bit your lip, trying to suppress the giddy warmth spreading through you.

It had been so long since someone had treated you like this—with patience, with intention, with genuine care.

Seunghyun made your heart feel something you hadn’t in a long time. Safe.

Excited for the day ahead, you clinked your glass against his once more. “I don’t think I could ever get sick of you.”

His gaze held yours for a moment longer than necessary before he chuckled, shaking his head. “We’ll see about that.”

-

Seunghyun’s hand was warm in yours as the two of you wandered through the museum, the rhythmic click of your heels against the polished floor the only sound between murmured conversations and the soft classical music playing overhead. Every so often, his fingers would graze your shoulder, a light, fleeting touch on the small of your back as you both stopped in front of different paintings, soaking in the stories they told.

You could feel his gaze on you, more often than on the art, but you pretended not to notice.

“I think this one is my favorite,” Seunghyun said finally, his voice carrying a quiet reverence.

You turned to see him standing before an oil painting of a woman seated on the edge of an ocean cliff, the sea stretching endlessly before her. The wind played through her hair, her eyes closed, her lips curved in an effortless, serene smile. There was something ethereal about her—like she existed in a moment of pure, untainted happiness.

You swallowed. You wondered if you would ever feel that free.

“Why this one?” you asked softly.

He tilted his head, studying the piece a moment longer before answering. “Reminds me of you.”

Your eyes widened slightly as you turned to him. “It does?”

“Yeah.” He glanced down at you, the corner of his lips tugging into a small smile. “Beautiful. Carefree. Innocent.”

Your stomach twisted, and before you could stop yourself, you bit your lip. Innocent. If only he knew.

“I’m not that innocent, Seunghyun…” you murmured, eyes dropping to the floor.

He turned to fully face you, his presence grounding. “We’ve all made mistakes in the past. That doesn’t take away from who you are now.” His voice was steady, assured, as if there was no room for debate.

You hesitated before looking up at him. His eyes, dark and unwavering behind his glasses, searched yours. And yet, you couldn't hold his gaze for long. Your heart pounded at the unspoken truths pressing against your ribs—the weight of Jiyong, the memories of tangled sheets and burning touches, of moans swallowed by hungry lips. And here you were now, standing beside his best friend, holding his hand like you weren’t carrying secrets that could ruin everything.

“I-I’m scared that if you knew about my past,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper, “you wouldn’t like me anymore. Not even as a friend.”

Seunghyun exhaled, his fingers gently squeezing yours. “I have a past too, Y/n.” His voice softened. “Nothing could make me not like you.”

You searched his face for any hint of hesitation, but there was none. Only sincerity. Only warmth.

Swallowing thickly, you forced a smile. You weren’t ready to tell him everything—not yet. Maybe not ever.

“Come on,” he said, giving your hand another squeeze before pulling you toward the next room.

You let yourself follow him, forcing away the gnawing guilt in your stomach.

-

By the time you reached the last exhibit, your stomach growled loud enough to make Seunghyun chuckle.

“So,” he teased, turning to you with a smirk, “are you sick of me yet?”

“Never.” You smiled, meaning it.

“Good,” he grinned, slipping his arm around your waist as he guided you toward the exit. “Because I’m starving. Let’s go to dinner.”

You were still laughing when the car pulled up to the restaurant, but as soon as you saw where he had brought you, your breath caught in your throat.

Jungsik.

Your lips parted in disbelief. The elegant gold-lettered sign gleamed under the city lights. It was one of the most luxurious restaurants in Seoul—where only the elite dined, where reservations were booked months in advance, where the price of a single meal could make your rent look laughable.

“Seunghyun…” you started, turning to him. “We can’t eat here.”

His brows furrowed slightly. “Why not?”

“This place is so expensive and I—I’m underdressed.” You gestured to your casual sweater and boot-like heels, suddenly feeling out of place.

He shook his head, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. “You look beautiful.” His voice left no room for argument. “And don’t worry about the money. Order whatever you want.”

You exhaled, reluctantly following him inside, but the moment you stepped through the doors, the discomfort settled deep in your bones.

The hosts immediately recognized Seunghyun, their professional composure faltering as excitement flickered in their eyes. Still, they kept their voices steady, ushering you toward a private room. But the way their gazes flickered to you, the subtle downturn of their lips, didn’t go unnoticed.

You knew that look.

It was the same look people always gave when they saw a woman with a man like him. A silent judgment, a question they didn’t dare to voice.

What is she doing with him?

Seunghyun, seemingly oblivious, held your hand firmly as you entered the intimate dining space. He pulled out your chair for you, his touch lingering as you sat down.

“This is really nice,” you admitted, looking around at the dimly lit room, the perfectly set table, the candlelight flickering between you. “You didn’t have to do all of this.”

“I wanted to,” he said simply, his voice softer now. “I really like you, Y/n…” He hesitated, rubbing his palms together. “And I kind of wanted to ask you something.”

Your heartbeat stuttered.

You glanced up at him, his expression unusually nervous. It was…endearing. Seunghyun, the man known for his confidence, for his composed demeanor, was hesitating.

“What is it?” you asked, tilting your head.

He exhaled, adjusting his glasses before finally meeting your gaze.

“I was kind of hoping that we could be… exclusive.” His lips pressed together as he studied your reaction.

You blinked. Was he trying to ask you to be his—

“Like… in a relationship,” he clarified quickly, his voice almost sheepish.

A slow smile crept onto your lips. “Seunghyun, are you asking me to be your girlfriend?”

He let out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. I am. Sorry, I haven’t dated in a long time…”

You should have been ecstatic.

You were happy. Seunghyun was sweet, thoughtful—he treated you better than you had been treated in years. But as you opened your mouth to answer, your mind betrayed you.

Flashes of Jiyong. His hands tangled in your hair, his voice rough with need as he whispered filthy things into your ear. His lips ghosting over your skin, his grip possessive, his body pressing into yours with reckless abandon.

Your stomach twisted violently.

No. That was over. It never meant anything. It was time to move forward.

You inhaled sharply. “Yes.”

Seunghyun’s eyes widened slightly. “Yes?”

You nodded, pushing the lingering thoughts of Jiyong into the furthest corners of your mind. “I really like you too, Seunghyun.” That was the truth. The only truth you could hold onto right now.

His lips curved into the most genuine, heartwarming smile you had ever seen. He ducked his head with a nervous chuckle, and you found yourself staring, captivated by how cute he was.

And yet, despite the happiness bubbling in your chest, that gnawing feeling in your gut refused to disappear.

-

Seunghyun walked you to your front door beneath a soft glow of streetlights, the cool night air mingling with the warmth of your shared smiles. Every step felt charged with anticipation, and as you paused at the doorstep, his gentle voice broke the quiet. “Does this mean I get to kiss you goodnight?” he murmured, his tone soft.

A blush warmed your cheeks as you met his eyes. “I’d be offended if you didn’t,” you replied, your words light and teasing. The playful banter hung in the space between you like an invitation.

Taking a slow, deliberate step forward, Seunghyun’s hands moved with tender precision. His fingers brushed through your hair, delicately pushing stray strands behind your ear before cupping your cheek with a warmth that made your heart flutter. For a moment, time seemed to pause—the distant hum of the city and the gentle rustle of leaves in the night a perfect backdrop to this intimate scene.

Leaning closer, his gaze never wavering from yours, you instinctively lifted onto your tippy toes, your hands resting lightly on his broad shoulders. The distance between you shrank until his face was only inches away from yours. His lips met yours in a soft, gentle kiss that felt both new and achingly familiar. In that single, suspended moment, you sensed the delicate interplay of passion and tenderness—a kiss that carried the sweetness of unspoken promises and the flutter of butterflies dancing wildly in your stomach.

As your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, every touch and every heartbeat deepened the connection between you. Slowly, reluctantly, you broke the kiss, your lips parting with a lingering sense of wonder. 

Biting your lip, you gazed up at him through long, fluttering lashes as he whispered a quiet “Woah…” His husky tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t help but giggle—a sound that mingled with the night’s serene melody.

Gathering your courage, you softly asked, “Do you… want to come inside? We could watch a movie or something…” The invitation was gentle yet filled with hopeful vulnerability. 

His smile widened, lighting up the dim night as he replied with playful earnestness, “Can I kiss you more?”

With a delighted giggle and a nod that spoke volumes, you fumbled for your keys. The simple click of the lock unlocking became the opening note of a new chapter, a promise of more shared moments, more whispered secrets, and more kisses waiting in the quiet sanctuary of your home.

-

The bright morning sun pierced through your eyelids, its warmth a stark contrast to the cool air still clinging to the room. You stirred uncomfortably, groaning as you turned your face away from the light. That’s when you felt it—a strong, steady arm wrapped around your waist, holding you securely. Your entire body tensed for a split second, your heart pounding as memories of past mornings with Jiyong rushed through your mind like an uninvited ghost.

But then, reality settled in, wiping away the bitter taste of regret. Last night’s events played in your head like a hazy but beautiful dream—your date with Seunghyun, the way he looked at you under the dim glow of streetlights, the soft confession that led to him asking you to be his girlfriend. The way he kissed you at your doorstep… and every kiss that followed.

A slow smile curled at your lips as you relaxed into his warmth, allowing yourself to savor the unfamiliar but welcome sensation of waking up in his arms. No guilt. No shame. No rushing to untangle yourself and sneak out of a bed that wasn’t yours to stay in. You were exactly where you wanted to be. Fully clothed, wrapped up in the arms of your boyfriend.

Boyfriend. The word settled in your chest, unfamiliar but thrilling.

Carefully, you sat up, trying not to wake him. Seunghyun’s grip loosened slightly, but he remained fast asleep, his lips parted as soft snores escaped. You couldn’t help but smile, watching him for a moment longer than necessary. He looked peaceful, and God, was he handsome—long lashes resting against his skin, dark hair a mess against the pillow. A warmth spread through your chest as you resisted the urge to reach out and trace your fingers along his jaw.

Shaking yourself out of your daze, you reached for your phone on the coffee table and began scrolling through your messages. The moment of peace shattered instantly.

“Shit…” you muttered under your breath, your stomach sinking at the reminder staring back at you. Your so-called day off had just been hijacked. Jiyong and Taeyang needed their hair done before tomorrow’s interview.

“What’s wrong, beautiful?”

Seunghyun’s raspy voice, still thick with sleep, sent a shiver down your spine. His eyes remained closed as he reached for you, fingers grazing your wrist before wrapping around your waist to pull you back against him.

You sighed, letting yourself melt into his hold. “I forgot Jiyong and Youngbae have an interview tomorrow. I have to do their hair today.” A pout formed on your lips as you snuggled into his chest. “I just wanna lay here with you all day.”

Seunghyun let out a low hum, his lips pressing a lazy kiss against your temple. “Mmm, me too,” he whispered. “What if they just came here? Then we don’t have to get dressed, don’t have to drive to the studio… and I can make you breakfast.”

The idea was tempting. Youngbae was always easy going—you actually enjoyed spending time with him. But Jiyong… the last time he was in your house, your nails had been digging into his back as you moaned his name into the night.

Your stomach twisted at the memory.

You swallowed hard, forcing the thought away before it could drag you down into dangerous territory. “That sounds nice,” you murmured instead.

You shot off a quick text to the boys, and an hour later, there was a knock at your door. Seunghyun answered, while you stood in the living room, preparing everything you needed.

“Y/n!” Taeyang’s voice rang through the space as he entered, immediately pulling you into a warm hug. “How are you?!”

“I’m good! How are you?” you asked, laughing as he gave you a quick spin before setting you back down.

“Great! Can’t wait for you to work your magic on this mess,” he grinned, ruffling his already-disheveled hair.

Your gaze flickered past him just as Jiyong walked in, his presence filling the room with an unspoken weight. He barely acknowledged you as he plopped onto the couch, phone in hand, fingers immediately scrolling through his feed.

“Hey,” he said flatly.

You returned the greeting with the same lack of enthusiasm. “Hey.”

The exchange seemed normal enough to Seunghyun and Taeyang, but beneath the surface, the tension between you and Jiyong crackled like a live wire.

Trying to ignore the feeling gnawing at your gut, you focused on Youngbae’s hair, assessing what needed to be done. Just a little bleach, a little dye—nothing too complicated.

Seunghyun approached you, holding out a piece of crispy bacon. You glanced up at him and smiled, accepting the bite as he fed you.

“Thank you, babe.”

“Oooooh,” Taeyang drawled, grinning mischievously. “Are you guys dating now?”

Seunghyun beamed. “Yeah. I asked her last night over dinner.” He fed you another bite, his smile wide with pride. You chewed, feeling suddenly shy under the attention.

“No shit?!” Taeyang laughed. “Well, congratulations! You guys are a cute couple.”

Seunghyun leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before heading back to the kitchen, his mood light and carefree.

You swallowed, your hands suddenly clumsy as you mixed the dye. Something told you to look behind you.

Jiyong.

He sat stiffly on the couch, his phone forgotten in his lap, his jaw clenched. His leg bounced restlessly, the violent motion betraying the storm brewing inside him.

“I need a smoke,” he muttered before pushing up from the couch and making his way toward the balcony.

Seunghyun watched him go, a look of confusion flashing across his face before he followed.

Out on the porch, the air was thick with unspoken words.

“You good?” Seunghyun asked, lighting his own cigarette.

Jiyong took a long drag, exhaling a slow stream of smoke before responding. “Yeah, I’m good, man.”

“You seem tense.”

Jiyong hesitated before speaking. “It’s just… this girl.”

Seunghyun raised a brow. “Girl? I didn’t know you had a girl.”

Jiyong let out a dry chuckle. “She’s not really my girl. We just fucked.”

“Ahhh,” Seunghyun grinned. “But you like her?”

Jiyong pressed his lips together, his jaw tightening as he stared at the city skyline. He could lie. He could brush it off like he always did. But for some reason, the words didn’t come.

Seunghyun took another drag of his cigarette, exhaling before speaking. “Dude, I know you hate getting close to girls. But if she’s worth it, you gotta find a way.”

Jiyong let out a bitter laugh. “Trust me, it’s not that simple.”

“Well, you deserve a good woman. But you have to put in the effort to get her.” Seunghyun glanced through the window, smiling at the sight of you laughing with Youngbae. “It took me a while, but I finally asked Y/n out. And she said yes, man! She’s my fucking girlfriend!”

Jiyong squeezed his eyes shut. The words hit him harder than they should have. He flicked his cigarette to the ground, crushing it beneath his shoe before turning to face Seunghyun.

“You’re right, man. Thanks. And… you and Y/n are great together. I’m happy for you.” He forced a smile, clapping a hand on Seunghyun’s shoulder. But inside, he was unraveling. Because he wasn’t happy for him.

He wasn’t happy at all.

He was supposed to hate you. But watching you now—happy, glowing, wrapped up in Seunghyun’s affection—he didn’t hate you.

He needed you.

And that realization made him want to tear the whole damn world apart.

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[pomegranate-fawn]

Jade x reader

‘Nature walk’

Notes: Yuu is gender neutral and as such they/them pronouns are used, not beta read, fluff, slightly ooc. Another older fic that I’m reposting here for my TWST x reader series, I hope all the Jade Leech fans enjoy and that I did this silly eel justice!

Wc: 1,747

Due to Yuu not officially being a student of Night Raven College, they weren’t in any clubs. At least on paper they weren’t. Yuu often switched between clubs every day, usually against their will. Somedays they’d be dragged along to help Vil with props at the film club, other times Idia would shyly approach them and explain he wanted to play a new game but they needed extra players, so they’d be in board game club that day. Thankfully they rarely had to go into any of the sports clubs, mostly due to them all using magic. But basketball club was different. Ace would usually invite them, and he’d also usually miss every single hoop he tried to make. Though Yuu always did their best to cheer their friend on.

Floyd and Jamil on the other hand were great at basketball, Jamil for his genuine skill, and Floyd due to his height, didn’t even have to jump to get the ball through the basket half of the time!

The two usually wouldn’t talk much to the magicless student, either being on their phone during breaks or talking with the rest of their team. But today was different. The moment Yuu sat down in the bleachers, Floyd waved and skipped over to them, a carefree but toothy grin on his face. He laid down on the bleachers looking up at the prefect with the same goofy expression.

“Hiya shrimpy. So…I got a really important favor to ask ya. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna pull out a contract so hear me out, okay?”

“Okay?”

“Hehehe…You don’t have a club. That’s really sad cause you can’t participate in any school events involving the clubs! Did you know my brother has a club?”

“Oh, he does? What club is he in?”

“Mmm Mountain Lovers club! Or is it Mountain Hikers? I don’t know, but he’s the only member in his club. It’s really sad. Since you don’t have anything keeping you in one club, you should join him tomorrow. It’d really mean a lot to him, shrimpy.”

Despite how innocent the request was, Yuu couldn’t help but feel slightly uneasy about it. Both of the Leech twins, along with their best friend and dorm leader, were a shady bunch of people. Not to mention Yuu was still slightly salty at the trio for trying to steal their dorm.

“Maybe he likes being the only guy there? I mean even when I’ve seen Jade in a group he kinda just…stands there.”

“Mhm, that’s cause he only talks to people he thinks are interesting. Like you and Azul. If either of you bored us we’d leave you. But seriously, you should talk to him more. He really likes spending time with you.”

“Listen, Floyd. Did you and your brother get into a fight? Are you trying to mess with him by spending me to his club?”

“Huh? Why would you think that? Unlike my brother I have friends like crabby and sea snake and sea otter and goldfishy. But Jade…has me and Azul. That’s kinda it. I just think he needs more friends.”

Floyd sounded genuine, which contrasted drastically compared to his normal tone of voice, which ranged anywhere from mocking to bored. With a sigh, Yuu sat up, looking at the much taller eel.

“Okay. I’ll go to your brothers club tomorrow. But in exchange…get me more of that fancy tuna. Grim keeps asking for it but it costs so much. I can’t afford it.”

“Heh, okay. Baby seal will get some fancy tuna and Jade will have a new friend!”

Before Yuu could say anything else, the sophomore jumped up from his seat and got back onto the court, pulling Ace close and messing with his hair as the other struggled. Despite agreeing, Yuu couldn’t help but feel nervous. A sinking feeling settingly in their gut. Instead of staying longer to help the team clean up, Yuu left instead and made their way back to their dorm. After feeding Grim, the student passed out on the couch.

The next day went by painfully slow as if every second was another second before their doom. It would have been easy to try and escape back to their dorm, they could just say they had a lot of homework or that they were feeling sick. They could even blame the cafeteria food despite it being five-star meals in there every day. But any chance of escape was crushed as Yuu exited their last class only to see Jade standing outside the door, a large smile on his face as he spotted the human. He was also dressed��differently than usual. He wore an oversized track jacket along with track leggings and high end tennis shoes.

“Hello, prefect. I was informed that you are interested in the Mountain Lover’s Club. Oh my…those aren’t proper hiking shoes. Do you have any pairs of hikers boots or a good pair of tennis shoes?”

“Oh…Nope. I just have these, a pair of slides, and slippers. I guess this means-”

Before they could even finish their sentence, Jade took their hand and began dragging the student behind him.

“I feared this would be the case, so I put together a proper hiking outfit for you in our club room. You may get dressed then we can get going. I picked out a novice trail so you won’t strain yourself.”

“...How do you know your outfit and the shoes will fit me? What if they don’t?”

“Oh don’t worry. I simply asked Rook for your measurements. He knows the measurements of everyone on campus, I assumed you would be in that list and I was correct.”

Of course Rook helped him out…the student sighed before Jade brought them into a small classroom, leaving a moment later so they could get dressed.

To be fair, Jade and his twin had good taste in clothes and shoes. Making the outfit that was chosen for hiking actually rather nice. A few minutes later Yuu emerged with a similar outfit to Jade’s, though unlike the eel’s clothes, which were gray and purple, the shorter students outfit was gray and pink.

“Ah, I knew you’d look wonderful in that. And now we match, how delightful.”

“We do match…Wanna take a photo?”

Yuu instantly regretted their words as Jade stared down at them with a blank expression, only for an awkward smile to grow on his face a second later.

“I would really enjoy that…”

Jade said, his voice much quieter than it usually was. Yuu then took out their phone and opened the camera, holding it out to Jade so he could take the picture due to him being the tallest. And instead of simply taking it, Jade kneeled down to Yuu’s height and put a hand on their shoulder, giving a soft smile as the picture was taken.

“You’ll send it to me when we get back, right?”

“Of course. But…”

“…Is something the matter?”

…Jade looked kinda sweet when he didn’t show off his abnormally sharp teeth, though that statement didn’t need to be spoken aloud.

“Nothing, I just think we should take some more pictures together when we’re hiking.”

Seemingly satisfied with Yuu’s answer, Jade nodded as the two went on their way to the woods behind the school. Despite how sunny the day was, it was still cool enough for neither of them to get overheated as they finally made it to the school's campgrounds.

“Yuu, may we take another picture here?”

Jade chuckled softly as the shorter student replied by taking out their phone again, the two posing as another photo was taken.

“Now, since it’s your first time hiking we’re not going far. I mostly wanted to forage for mushrooms today anyways. I hope that’s alright.”

“It works for me. It’s actually kinda nice to be out here so…”

“Ah, did you expect it to be different? I only hike on days with good weather. The last thing you want to do is put your body at risk of hypothermia or hyperthermia!”

“Ah. No I meant…I guess I was a bit scared to come out here with you. Floyd was being really shady and I assumed he was trying to pull a prank on me.”

Yuu instantly regretted their words, Jade’s gentle smile fading, not into a look of anger or mischief, but rather one that seemed sad.

“I mean he said you had taken a liking to me and I just found it hard to believe, I apologize if I offended you.”

“…I’ve always had an interest in you. Though I believe he was trying to tease, not you but me.”

Not understanding his words, the sophomore simply tilted their head, as if asking for Jade to continue. The eel sighed for a moment before looking away from his peer, only then did he begin to speak.

“…I like you, Yuu. You are very interesting to me, and you impress me with everything you do. I understand you probably think this is some joke or something of that sort but I assure you it isn’t. I wanted you to spend more time with me so you could hopefully feel the same one day. Floyd said he’d find a way and…now here we are.”

“…You’re cute.”

“…I beg your pardon?”

Jade said as he turned around, staring down at the student with a shocked expression, which in turn caused Yuu to laugh softly.

“You’re cute…You could’ve just asked me yourself. I’ve never rejected anyone who wants to spend time with me. I wouldn’t have rejected you…I…I’m willing to try things out with you if you’re alright being quiet about it for a bit. Last thing I want to hear is Ace and Decue and Grim nagging me about who I’m dating-“

Jade suddenly kneeled down in front of the student, taking their hand and leaving a soft kiss on it, causing for Yuu to go speechless.

“Anything for you, ask and you shall receive.”

“…Heh. You really are cute.”

As Yuu left a quick kiss on top of Jade’s head, the eel giggled softly, standing up a moment later, still holding onto their hand.

“Now…Let’s go look for your mushrooms.”

“…Being with me means you’ll have to taste any new mushroom recipe I make. You can live with that, right?”

“As long as it’s edible I’ll eat it.”

Jade chuckled again as the two continued their walk, soft smiles on their faces as they began to search for mushrooms.