#and don't come at me with ''well what if your pet chews up the walls or something?''

[coockie8]

I'm gonna be real here I don't think it should be legal for a landlord to dictate what pets a tenant is allowed to have. I'm renting this place; I gave you a safety deposit, I will bring whatever I damn well please into my own damn living space!

[bbyquokka]

stay with me

pairing: han jisung x gn reader

genre: angst, comfort, uni au – MDNI

synopsis: jisung comforts you during your hour of need, vowing to forever stay with you

warnings: established relationship, mental health, general feeling of very low moods, feeling not enough, reader failing to care for themselves due to the low moods, mention of skin picking (lips and around fingernails), pet names

words: 2.2k ~ (2207)

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your eyes burn from the harsh light of the laptop screen. your back and shoulders hurt from slouching plus the little to no support your chair provides.

you chew on your yellow highlighter pen, eyes flickering from your uni textbook, to your screen and back down to the textbook. you drag the highlighter across the page, letting out a deep sigh.

“y/n?!” a voice calls out. they repeat your name over and over again, but you didn't hear. not because you're listening to music or anything, but because you're so focused on getting your task done.

the door to your pitch black room opens, jisung standing in the doorway. he frowns, noticing your slump figure in the darkness, the harsh light of the screen showing your unkempt features.

he was correct; his suspicions were true.

“y/n!?” jisung calls a bit louder, slowly walking towards you. you look up at him, blinking a few times.

“oh. hi.” you briefly say before resuming back to your task.

“what are you–”

“studying.” jisung let's out a small sigh. he looks around your room, biting his lip softly.

“baby..” 

“if you've come here for a chitchat, then leave. i don't have time.” jisung winces at your tone of voice, deciding to push it to the side once he sees faint stress lines across your forehead.

“i came to see how you were doing. i haven't heard from you for days, y/n.”

“yeah, well, as i said, i don't have time.”

“you can't keep doing this.”

“doing what?”

“this! pushing me aside and others when things get bad again. burying yourself in work.”

“i'm fine, jisung.” 

“are you really?” 

“yes.” jisung sighs, gently pushing the screen of your laptop down. you frown at him, displeased with his actions. “jisung! why–”

“baby.. you're not ok.” he kneels down to your level, hands gently on your legs that's currently cross legged on your seat.

“i already told you, i'm fine. what part of that don't you understand?”

“all of it! i'm not blind nor stupid y/n. i've known you long enough to know when it gets too much. so why push me away? why lie to me.”

you chew your bottom lip, avoiding eye contact with jisung. you refuse to let your walls down because if you did, he would've won and you don't want to give him that satisfaction.

“i'm not lying, jisung. i'm fine, honestly!” you fake a smile, hoping it was enough for him to up and leave, for him to drop the topic

but it's jisung, he can see right through your lies and deceit.

“when was the last time you cared for yourself?” you swallow, chewing on the corner of your lip.

“this morning.”

“oh yeah? what did you do?”

“brushed my teeth…” you say meekly. jisung sighs softly, cupping your cheek in his hand and forcing you to look at him. his heart breaking at the sight of your dark circles, bags under your eyes to accommodate.

“you have to take care of yourself baby. eat, sleep, stay hydrated.”

“well, it's hard to do any of that when i feel like this.” you mumble, moving away from his grip to look back down at your lap.

“like what?” silence. you press your lips together, mind running a mile a minute. words scrambling together, a burning lump forming in your throat as your eyes slowly fill with tears.

jisung coos softly, gently intertwining his fingers with yours. he rubs soft circles on your hand as a way of comfort.

for the first time in weeks, you felt a spark of life, warmth.

“like i'm not enough.” you choke out. “like everything i do is just meaningless.”

“hunny…” jisung speaks, his tone of voice is soft and gentle. it brings you comfort, so much so, it threatens your walls to crumble.

“i just–” you start, fiddling with the sleeve of your jumper, “i just want something. i don't know what, but i know i want something, anything.”

“why didn't you call me or text me baby?” jisung places his hands on top of yours to stop you from picking the skin from around your nails

“because i cannot bring myself to pick up my phone and talk. i have no energy for that and every time i see a notification or my phone buzzes, i get annoyed. so annoyed that i feel rage in my stomach, sungie. i know everyone means well but my head, my feelings. i'm so jumbled up, sungie..” 

“let me care for you. let me stay over and help.” you shake your head no, biting your bottom lip harder. “why not, darling?”

“because i don't want to be a burden..”

“darling!” jisung starts. he cups your cheeks with both hands, his heart shattering at the sight of your glossy eyes slowly filling with tears. your bottom lip swollen and caught between your teeth. your lips are chapped and swollen, the skin missing from them due to your bad habits of picking.

“you could never, ever be a burden to me.” his voice is soft with a hint of sternness and sincerity. you look to the side to avoid eye contact.

“b–but..” you sob, words getting scrambled in your head, caught in your throat due to the fast growing burning lump.

“sh baby. you're important to me, to others! i treasure you so much and I need you in my life. I'll be your comfort, your safe space, a place for you to call home. no matter the time or day, i'll drop everything in a heartbeat to make sure you're ok and safe.”

“sungie, i–”

“say no more darling. go take a shower and i'll clean up here. sound good?”

you nod slowly, standing up from your seat. jisung gives you a gentle peck on the cheek, the feeling of warmth slowly spreading throughout your body. you give him a weak smile before grabbing some clean underwear and loungewear.

you make your way to the bathroom, stripping yourself of your clothing as you turn the shower on to allow it to get warm. you look in the mirror, letting out a heavy sigh at the state of your dark circles, bags and unwashed hair.

you step in the shower, the hot water beating down on your skin. you slowly slide down the cold, damp tiles, wrapping your arms around your legs, holding them close to your chest. 

before you know it, hot tears mix with the shower water, cascading down your cheeks.

broken sobs shake your frame, the sounds being drowned out by the sound of the shower. you're cold, despite the hot water beating down on your fragile skin. you're alone, despite the fact you have a lover and friends.

it just happened and you hate it when it happens because there's no warning signals. nothing to prepare you. 

it's loud. your head is loud, the voices screaming at you, laughing in your face. telling you negative things, telling you that this is how you should feel because you don't deserve to be happy. 

it's suffocating. you can't breathe. it has a hold of you, choking and squeezing your neck until you can't take it anymore. your body is shaking, oxygen becoming less and less.

“y/n?!” jisung rushes into the bathroom, stepping into the shower. you look up through your wet lashes, a wave of relief washing over you. his clothing soon soaks up the shower water, his hair turning curly, water dripping down his temples.

“sungie.” you weakly shake out. he kneels in front of you, unwrapping your arms from your legs and pulling your fragile frame into his chest. that comfort, that all too familiar warmth surrounding you.

you're safe.

you couldn't help it. as you nuzzled into the crook of his neck, you broke down in broken sobs and wails. jisung holds you as tight as possible, rocking you side to side whilst hushing you.

“shh baby, it's okay. i'm here.” his soft words soothing your soul, calming your mind. you grip onto his t-shirt as tight as you can, gripping onto it for dear life in fear of him letting you go.

“d-don't let me go!” you shakily whisper through your wails.

“never darling! i will always have you!” jisung pulls away from you gently, stroking and pushing your wet hair from your face. his own heart breaks at the sight of you.

you hold little to no emotions, nothing but an empty shell. but he sees it, he sees that small glimmer of love you hold for him.

“what happened baby?” 

“i-i don't know. it just got so loud and so suffocating. i couldnt.. i tried Sungie, i tried to fight it. it feels like i'm shackled, cursed to feel like this forever.”

“my darling, you are not cursed. recovery doesn't just happen overnight. having bad days and low points is all part of the process. it doesn't mean you're back to square one.”

“but it feels like it..”

“i know my love. you have to remember how you deal with those bad days is what matters. you should call me, text me. you shouldn't be alone when you're feeling like this!”

“i know.. i'm sorry, i'm so sorry jisung.” 

“hey,” he smiles softly at you, wiping away tears with his thumbs. “you have nothing to apologize for. don't ever apologize for feeling like this, ya hear me?!” 

“ok..” jisung kisses your forehead gently, standing up and pulling you up on your feet.

“my darling. i'd walk on a thousand legos for you.” he says, pulling you close to his chest. “barefooted, might i add ”

you giggle softly, wrapping your arms around him.

“that sounds painful.” you mumble.

“mhm. but it's worth it if it's for you.” 

“i love you, sungie.”

“and i love you too, y/n. now, let's get cleaned up. i s'pose i best shower now seeing as i'm drenched.”

you pull away from his chest, looking a bit sheepish and feeling guilty.

“sorry..” you mumble.

“stop apologizing.” jisung chuckles, stripping himself of his soaked clothing. “this just gives me an excuse to shower with you.” he gives you a gummy smile, a smile that makes you feel warm and whole again.

“oh hush.” you mumble, feeling your cheeks burn and turn red.

“never.” jisung washes his body and hair, encouraging you to do the same. despite the fact that you still feel like you have no energy, watching jisung rush through his routine gives you some energy to keep up with him.

once you're both clean, you step out of the shower. you dry your hair and body, jisung helping you to dry your hair with the dryer before settling on leaving his damp. he puts on some grey sweats and a white vest before taking your hand and leading you to the kitchen.

“hungry?” he asks.

“actually,” jisung stops in his tracks, his full attention on you; as always. “can we stargaze for a while?”

jisung smiles softly, nodding and walking to your balcony door. he opens it, the bitter night air hitting you both suddenly. you sit on the cheap metal chairs as jisung kisses your cheek gently.

“i'll be right back.” you frown, watching him dash off wondering what he is doing. not long after, he returns with a thick fleece blanket, sitting beside you and placing the blanket over your shoulders and his own.

you rest your head on his shoulder, jisung holding you close to his side as you look up at the clear night sky. the stars are shining their brightest, the moon illuminating the streets.

“stars are so pretty.” you mumble. jisung hums softly in acknowledgement

“do you like stars, baby?”

“i love them.”

“any reason as to why.”

“because they're the souls of the many people and animals that have left earth. they come out to comfort their loved ones.”

“that's so pretty, y/n.” jisung hums

“yeah?” you look up at him. your heart melts at the sight of him. the moon illuminates his facial features, making him look so soft and warm. he looks down at you, eyes filled with love and sparkling.

“yeah.” he whispers, stroking your hair gently.

“thank you jisung.”

“for what?”

“for today. for treating me like a normal human. for not running away and caring for me. you provide me with so much comfort and warmth. truthful, i've been feeling so empty the last few days, my head was scrambled and my body on autopilot. then you came and well, saved me. you filled me back up with warmth, showed me what it is to feel love again; to feel like a human.”

“baby…”

“just, thank you. i appreciate and adore you. you're my home, jisung and i'm just.. so thankful that you haven't given up on me.”

“i'd never, ever give up on you baby! no matter how far you push, how much you don't want help, all that stuff. i'm always going to stay by your side!”

“stay with me, sungie?” you whisper, lifting your head up from his shoulder. jisung cups your cheek gently and holds your hand. he leans in, eyes closing slowly as do yours.

“i'll forever stay with you.”

note: ig im back from my break. honestly, the break has been good so expect more if needed :) i wrote this at the beginning of my break when my head was just a mess. writing this gave me comfort and seeing as jisung is my comfort, its natural that i wrote about him. don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. curious as to what is next? here is my wips list! i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

tags [open]: @sstarryoong ; @septicrebel ; @bbujiikseu ; @cixrosie ; @alyszaen ; @skizzel-reblogs ; @writerracha ; @pixigreen ; @myprwttyhan

[marzmeltdown]

Where the Wild Things Are

⌦ Pairing: Woozi x Fem!Reader ⌦ Genre(s): smut,, enemies to lovers ⌦ Warning(s): pet names(woozi: sir ,, reader: dollface,, princess,, cowgirl,, ),, arguing,, brat taming?? kinda??,, spanking,, fingering,, spit eating,, oral (f receiving),, unprotected sex (pls practice safe sex),, creampie,, aftercare (idk if i should put this as a warning but just in case) ⌦ Word count: 2.53k ⌦ Summary: You and your gang of rough and tough cowboys/girls are never in one spot for too long. Despite never letting the weather deter your group from drifting from one town to the next, one particularly big thunderstorm left your group in a local motel. Unfortunately for you though, you end up sharing a room with Jihoon and getting a wink of sleep didn't seem to be in the cards for you two. ⌦ A/N: I'm thinking about making this some kind of series??? But instead of focusing on Woozi, it's a fic for every member in this like cowboy setting. Idk,, lemme know what you think. Idk about you, but cowboy svt is doin somethin for me. All the descriptors of a motel during cowboy times all come from the westerns my grandpa watched when I was a kid so I can't say for sure if this is gonna be historically accurate. If there's anything you feel I should improve on in the future, don't hesitate to let me know! You can find progress updates on my stories and everything else I write in my pinned post every Wednesday.:)

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"Jihoon, I'm not sleeping on the floor!" You snapped, looking at your roommate for the night as he stood on the other side of the room, arms crossed, while putting all his weight onto the dresser behind him. He rolled his eyes, taking his hat off and placing it on the nearby dresser he was currently leaning up against.

"Well, neither am I, Dollface, so it looks like we're in some sort of predicament." He said, crossing his arms once more as his deadpan face fixated on your very clearly angry expression.

The nickname irritated you even more; he always used it for you and you alone. It didn't help that you were one of the only girls in their little gaggle of drifters; in a way, it felt demeaning. If you weren't angry enough knowing that you had to share a bed with the one person who always found a way to get under your skin, you were damn near fuming when the nickname left his mouth.

"Stop calling me that!" You snapped, stomping over to the bed and angrily yanking the neatly laid pillows from their spot on the bed to line them down the middle to create some sort of barrier between you two. It wasn't a foolproof solution, but it was a solution nonetheless.

Jihoon stood in place, his eyes following your every move as he chewed on the inside of his mouth.

"It suits you," he simply replied, shrugging to reinforce his nonchalant answer. You rolled your eyes, turning your back toward him so you could finish building the wall of pillows.

"Fuck off, Jihoon. I don't want to hear your excuses as to why you feel the need to call me dollface when we all know it's because you don't respect me enough to call me by my name." You didn't give him the satisfaction of looking back at him when you spoke.

Jihoon's response caught you off guard; in a matter of seconds, he was behind you, one hand around your waist and the other around your neck, effectively pinning you against his chest.

"You know, I've had about enough of your attitude," he growled into your ear. You couldn't help but gasp at the swiftness of Jihoon's actions. This was very out of character for him; Jihoon typically kept to himself, only really joking around with Seungcheol and Soonyoung.

"What're you going to do about it? Spank me?" You asked after you took a few seconds to regain your composure. The wavering in your voice hinted at the small bit of pleasure you were gaining from this stance alone.

"I just might," he said. You could hear the smirk on his face as he spoke, and he pulled away after what felt like forever. But he was just getting started. He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling you to lie across his lap.

Jihoon always worked swiftly and to the point; you didn't expect him to work like that in the bedroom, though, not that you were complaining. The way he threw you around like a doll was already working wonders for you; the harsh pulling of your dress and tearing of your stockings caused your thighs to press themselves together.

He noticed this subtle attempt to hide your arousal; he only smirked again and raised his hand to strike your ass. You jerked forward, letting out a noise that could only be described as surprised and slightly aroused.

"Fuck!" You whined, letting your head hang low and your hands grip Jihoon's thigh, preparing yourself for another spanking. Jihoon spanked each cheek five times, each spanking getting harder, which in turn pulled louder and louder whines from your throat.

Once Jihoon felt satisfied, he leaned back to admire the red marks his hand had painted onto your skin. He let his hand rest itself against your stinging ass, soothing the skin as his thumb gently rubbed circles into the flesh.

"Still feeling cocky?" He asked, his eyes fixated on the red marks that seemed to slowly disappear with time.

"And what if I am?" You asked, lifting your head just enough for Jihoon to hear you. He hummed in response, moving his hand from your ass to your heat, using his middle and ring fingers to tease your hole through your panties.

"Then I guess we're not finished here, are we?" He said this, feeling your panties become wetter and wetter with each pass of his fingers. You bit your lips as he teased you through the fabric of your panties, letting out a small whimper when he finally circled his fingers around the bundle of nerves that would have your head spinning if he kept circling around the flesh.

His movements were slow—painfully slow—causing you to push your hips back in attempts to get more friction against your clit. He smirked as he felt the wet spot on your panties get bigger each time he circled his fingers around your clit. Soft mewls were already leaving your lips by the time he pushed your panties to the side to further tease your cunt.

"J-Jihoon.." You whimpered, letting out a gasp when the finger used to circle your entrance finally pushed itself in. His pumps against your pussy slowly sped up just enough to leave you wanting more. He hadded one, then two more fingers, stretching you out as you squirmed on his lap.

"You're so wet, dollface," he hummed, ignoring the whine of irritation that left your lips, though it was quickly turned into a whine of pleasure as his fingers sped up.

"Lie down," Jihoon said, pulling his fingers out. You scrambled onto the bed, pulling your skirt off and unbuttoning your shirt, allowing them to fall into a pile next to your boots.

You watched as Jihoon stood, sucking your slick from his fingers while he grabbed his hat from the dresser. He placed the hat back on his head before undoing his belt, pulling it from the belt loops to let it fall onto the floor next to your clothes once he stood at the edge of the bed once more.

You bit your lip as Jihoon crawled his way between your thighs, his lips hovering over yours. You propped yourself on your elbows to meet him halfway. He gripped your face, forcing your mouth open with his thumb. His next action caught you by surprise—not that you didn't like it, but because you didn't expect to like it.

You felt him spit into your mouth, leaning in to leave bite marks against your neck and chest just as fast as the spit left his mouth and landed in yours. His bites trail down to your breasts, engulfing one of your nipples in his mouth while his hand pulls and prys at the other.

You whined as he alternated between nipples, maintaining eye contact as he kissed his way back up to your mouth. This time, rather than spitting into your mouth, he instead captured your lips in a heated kiss. He reached up to take the hat from his head, placing it on yours.

You moaned softly into the kiss, helping him adjust the hat to your head while you two fought for dominance via tongue. Jihoon won that battle, leaving no part of your mouth unexplored. By the time he pulled away, you were out of breath and damn near dripping.

"Don't let that hat fall off, princess, if you want to finish tonight." He said it sternly against your lips; you nodded in response, and your eyes lidded with pleasure.

"Yes, sir," you replied, meeting his lustful gaze as you spoke.

You weren't sure why he had you so needy already; he had barely touched you, and your arousal was already staining your panties and running down your thighs. He moved back down to the edge of the bed, taking one of the pillows from your pillow barrier to place under the small of your back.

"Hey! You ruined my wall!" You whined, only to be shut up when Jihoon pulled your panties off and latched his mouth to your clit. You let out a small moan, shuddering when you felt the length of his tongue lick from your hole and back to your clit in one swipe.

He ate pussy like a starved man, letting his tongue slip into your entrance a few times and softly moaning from the taste. The vibrations from his moan sent a wave of pleasure throughout your body as his fingers found their way into your entrance, his tongue finding its way back to that bundle of nerves that seemed to have a neon sign on it with how many times he'd found it with ease.

You moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out of your hole, his free hand pressing down on your abdomen to prevent you from squirming away. He hummed as his mouth gently tugged at your clit, his eyes scanning your face as you moaned and whined with pleasure.

Your head flew back as Jihoon's fingers curled up against that special spot inside you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge with each push Jihoon was giving you. He smirked in response to you holding his hat in place as your head hung back, and the hand that was holding you up flew down to tug at the man's hair. Jihoon felt his cock twitch in his pants as your walls clenched around his fingers, signaling you were close to a release.

"F-Fuck! Jihoon, I'm close!" You whined as the coil in your stomach began to tighten with each thrust of his fingers against your sweet spot. He nodded in response, moving his mouth closer to your entrance, the pumping of his fingers moving faster, his other hand rubbing circles into your clit and his tongue sucking at your innerfolds.

It took a few more pumps of his fingers for you to let out a wanton moan, your thighs beginning to shake as the coil in your stomach finally snapped and you released all over his mouth and fingers. He let out another soft, satisfied moan as you came all over him.

He pulled away after a moment, using both hands to sooth your shaking thighs as he looked up at you.

"Are you with me, dollface?" He asked, and it took you a moment to come back down from your high, only looking down at him once you came back to Earth.

His hair was disheveled from your harsh tugging, his lips were swollen and glistening with your release, and his eyes told you that you weren't done yet.

"Yes.. I'm okay," you panted softly. He left a small kiss on the inner side of each thigh, wiping his mouth with his hand as he stood at the edge of the bed. He pulled his shirt off, letting it fall to the floor, while he kicked his boots off alongside his pants and underwear.

Your mouth watered at the sight of Jihoon standing naked in front of you. The sight of a toned man pumping his cock in front of you was doing something for you. Finally, Jihoon lied next to you on the bed, pulling you onto his lap.

"Let's see how well you can ride, cowgirl," he teased, helping you slide onto his cock. He let out what sounded like a whine when you finally bottomed out, holding your hips as he waited for you to adjust.

His cock was bigger than any other cock you'd ever taken. It stretched you painfully, but it was a pleasurable kind of pain. You shuddered as each inch of his cock rubbed against your walls with each rock of your hips. It took you a moment to pick up a steady speed, bouncing your hips against his cock.

"Y-You're so big.." You whimpered, letting your hands rest against his chest. Jihoon seemed to have other plans, though; it seems that your pace wasn't satisfying enough or he just wanted to see how well you could hold on while simultaneously keeping his hat on your head. Jihoon planted his feet into the bed, thrusting up into you with a harsh force.

You moaned at his harsh thrust, barely having enough time to move your hands from his chest to his shoulders before Jihoon started pistoning his hips up into you. The force of his thrusts jostled your body around his lap; each moan coming from your mouth was interrupted as Jihoon's thrust never faulted.

Your moans were loud; you were sure the patrons in the other rooms could hear you. Your hand rested itself on Jihoon's hat once more as your head fell back. Jihoon moved his hands from your hips to the small of your back, pulling you down to lie on his chest as his hips abused the inside of your thighs.

The two of you felt the cords in your stomach begin to twist and turn, and Jihoon's thrusts began to stutter as he got closer and closer to the edge. Your moans and cries in his ear definitely didn't help with anything. "Jihoon.." You cried; you didn't even have to finish the sentence for him to understand what you were trying to say.

"Me too, princess," he panted, his hands smacking and gripping at your ass cheeks. He thrust his hips into yours a few more times, each thrust hitting your sweet spot. The moan you let out when the cord finally snapped was so loud, you were worried something fragile would break. Your walls clenched around Jihoon, pulling him closer to the end as he began to let out soft moans.

"Fuck, yes, cum on my cock, dollface," he moaned softly, the cord in his stomach snapping shortly after the words left his mouth. His thrusts halted long enough for him to release, slowly thrusting his cum into you. You buried your face into his neck, whimpering when he began to pull out.

"You okay?" He asked, rubbing your back reassuringly. He didn't pull out the rest of the way until you answered, worried he would hurt you if he pulled out too soon.

"Yeah, you can pull out now," you said. Your voice was hoarse from the screams Jihoon had been pulling out of you all night. Jihoon finally pulled out, his cum following shortly behind and staining the bed beneath you too. "Can you lay here with me for awhile?" You asked, ignoring the fact that both of you were in desperate need of being cleaned up.

"Let me clean you up first," he said. You whined in protest once he stood up, wetting a washrag with the pitcher setting on the dresser to clean you off. He helped you get dressed after cleaning himself off and getting dressed himself.

You snuggled into him as soon as he lay down, ignoring the chuckle that came from his mouth as he wrapped his arm around your waist.

"I thought you didn't want to share the bed?" He asked, watching as you tiredly tore apart your pillow wall to get closer to him.

"Shut up."

[bingbongsupremacy]

The Alter

Pairing: Jason Todd x reader

Warnings: Pet name Baby, Really short oneshot

Summary: On the day of your wedding, Jason chooses Robin over you.

*Not Proof Read*

*****

" Five minutes! " The wedding coordinator shouts from down the hallway. I nervously chew on my lip.

Where is he?

" Don't do that, you'll mess up your lipstick. " Raven gently pushes my hand away. " He'll be here. He...probably forgot his tux or something. You know how he is. " She rolls her eyes.

I let out a nervous chuckle and sit back against one of the chairs. " You're right. He can be so forgetful. "

I hope he just forgot.

The minutes seem to pass by quickly. Raven's eyebrows twitch as her eyes look past my body.

" Y/N..." Gar's voice rings out nervously.

My eyes shoot towards the green haired boy, worried something might have happened to Jason. " Did something happen to Jason? " I ask, getting out of my chair. " Is he alright? What hospital? "

Gar shakes his head. " No, he's not hurt. At least I don't think he is...He's 2 hours away at a bank robbery. Bruce tracked him down when he wasn't answering his phone. "

My heart sinks.

How could he?

He promised today would be our day. Only our day.

I clench my jaw. " You're lying. He's coming. He has to come! He-he fucking promised me, Gar. He promised. "

This has to be some stupid joke. A really unfunny stupid joke.

" Y/N..." Raven places her hand gently on my shoulder.

I brush it off, trying to regain my composure. " He's coming. We're waiting until he gets here. "

I don't have to look up to see the looks of pity. The feeling of their eyes on my body is enough to cause my stomach to twist.

We're going to be here a while.

______

The guests left.

One by one they slowly trickled out of the double doored chapel. I didn't miss the looks of pity and whispers of what might of happened as they walked past.

I still waited.

He'd show up sooner or later. He has to. He promised.

Eventually most of the team left as well with promises to check in on me. They had lives to get back to. People to go see.

Finally the doors open.

He's here.

Heavy footsteps run through the hallway, echoing off the tall walls. " Y/N...."

I don't respond.

His breath is shallow, like he's been running for a while. " Shit, I'm so sorry, baby. "

Of course he is.

" I-I didn't think the job'd last that long-"

" You promised. " I spit, finally looking up at the man. His hair is slick with sweat. He's still in his suit, blood splattered in numerous spots. " You fucking promised me Jason. "

" I know but- "

I don't let him finish. " No. You're always doing this. You're always putting me second. Do you know how humiliating it was to sit here and wait for you? You left me at the alter. " I stand up, anger seeping through my pores. " You never think about me. You're-you're addicted to the praise. You live for high of danger. What about me? I asked for one day. One fucking day! And that was too much for you! "

Guilt floods Jason's features. He swallows harshly.

" I've stood by you through everything. You've missed my birthday, our anniversary, my fucking graduation and now you've missed our wedding. You will never put me first. " I take a deep breath. Tears sting that back of my eyes. " So I need to put me first. I'm done, Jason. I can't do this with you anymore. I need someone who gives a fuck about me. "

Jason's eyes widen in realization. Panic floods his face. " What? Y/N-Baby please! We can-I can fix this. I swear to god I'll fix this. "

I shake my head. " No. We're done Jason. " I harshly brush some tears from my face.

" Y/N! Please. " Jason begs, taking a step towards me.

I blow past him towards the door. " Take care of yourself Jason. Hope your job's worth it. "

The large wooden doors of the church clatter behind me. With every step a small pinch of relief floods my body.

I'm going to be okay. With or without Jason Todd.

[bygiornogiovanna]

Acceptance

Summary: Bruno comes home injured and you can't help but feel bad for him. Did you finally accept him? Or was it just because he was injured.

word count: 1.4k

tw: mentions of kidnapping, mentions of starving, mentions of blood, Bruno is injured

hahahaha i really have nothing better to do than write silly little stories. hope you like this one too!

(🔝 how bruno looks at darling <3)

You were reading a new book from your vast library, each page captivating you even more than the other. You found out that reading was your new hobby ever since you got here. Well, that was basically everything you did, except cooking, cleaning, or trying on different gifts your boyfriend brought you.

Ah yes, your 'boyfriend', Bruno Bucciarati. Or so, that's what he claimed himself to be. You gave up fighting him a long time ago, knowing it was useless: The man was crazy over you and all that fighting him brought you were punishments. He either zipped your mouth shut or starved you. He wasn't that bad anyway. It was just weird to have somebody call you pet names and act like a lover to you when you felt nothing for him. Not even hatred, well not anymore at least. You accommodated his behavior, knowing what satisfies him and what makes him angry.

As you were reading, the sound of the front door being slammed shut could be heard in the whole house, followed by a groan. At first, you thought that Bruno was just tired from his mission so you didn't pay it any mind. But, after you didn't hear anything, not even his footsteps to signal that he was coming upstairs, you frowned and closed your book. You didn't know why, but the fact that you heard nothing from him, not even his usual kind words and questions about your day, worried you sick, so you decided to get up and investigate.

"Bruno? Are you there?" You shouted while going to the entrance. You had an uneasy feeling about this situation, so you grabbed the closest thing to you: a vase. You heard another groan, which made your frown deepen. You went down the stairs to check who was making those sounds and what you saw made your body stiffen. Bruno was sitting there, covered in blood and holding his arm around his stomach. A gasp escaped between your lips at that sight, the vase you were holding previously hitting the ground.

"Y-you weren't supposed t-to see me like.. this," Bruno said, trying to regain his stability against the wall. You were still in shock, slowly approaching him.

"A-Are you okay?! Who did this to you? What happened?" You fell on your knees beside him, placing your hand on his face. You couldn't help but worry about him when you saw him like this.

"I'm fine, tesora/o, don't worry about me." He muttered, forcing a smile. He was breathing heavily, closing his eyes shut. "Really, it pains me more to see you this worried. I'll be better in no time."

"Please, Bruno, tell me what happened? Or tell me how can I help?" You said while chewing on your lip. "Can you go up the stairs?"

"I don't think so. Bring me some bandages and rubbing alcohol. I can handle myself alone, really, you don't have to worry." Bruno told you, but you didn't listen. You couldn't let him like this, even with all that he did to you. It was inhuman. So, without further due, you got up and sprinted up the stairs, going to get the first-aid kit. You also got a pillow, knowing the wall was cold, thinking it might make the pain a little better. Arriving there, you sat next to him again and opened the first-aid kit.

"What's the pillow for?" He asked, raising a brow.

"For you, I know that it's a little colder here so I thought the pillow might make you a little more comfortable, and maybe ease the pain. Can you move a little, so I can place it?" Without any comment, he did as told, moaning in pain. He was really confused, why did you care? Weren't you supposed to hate him? But he wasn't complaining, he was getting your long-desired attention. "Let me see.." You muttered, your soft hand slowly taking off his once white suit, gasping at the sight of his upper body. He was covered in wounds. The one on his abdomen was still bleeding, and you were wondering how he was still conscious. It also looked the worse out of them. You looked around for a clean cloth, but there was nothing around. Without thinking too much about it, you took off your shirt and pressed it on his wound. "I know it hurts, but I need to stop the bleeding." You said when a pained groan escaped his lips. "Can you hold this for me? I have to disinfect the other wounds." He nodded, your hands touching when he pressed back on your shirt.

Sighing, you got to work, putting some rubbing alcohol on a piece of cotton. Something inside you melted when you kept hearing him groan in pain, your eyes watering. Why didn't you like seeing him like this? Why were you suffering from his pain? You couldn't understand. It didn't make sense...But, let's be serious, when did life ever make sense? You let out a soft giggle at your thought, making him raise a brow. "Oh, it's nothing, I just thought about something." You said while bandaging his arm.

You were almost done, wiping the dried blood away from his body, trying to avoid his face at all cost. You didn't think you could stay so close to him. Even in that state, he still intimidated you. You sighed relieved when you raised your shirt and saw that his bleeding stopped. Cleaning this wound more carefully, you raised your head to make sure he wasn't in too much pain. You wished you didn't, because his love-filled expression gave you...butterflies?! You felt a blush creeping up on your face, fastly going back to cleaning his wound. You wrapped the bandage around it six times, to make sure it had enough pressure. Biting your lip anxiously, you took a clean piece of cotton and started cleaning the last wounds on his face, avoiding eye contact. If you saw that look in his eyes again, who knows what will happen to you?

"You look so pretty when you are this concentrated, amore," Bruno said, one of his hands hovering over yours. Again, you blushed at him, taking a sharp breath in.

"T-Thanks. I, Uhm...I think I'm done." You said with a small smile on your face while placing the last bandage on his cheek. You got up first and helped him to his feet. "Easy, I got you." You said, putting one of his hands over your shoulders, your left holding it and your right being wrapped around his torso. "Lay your weight on me, we aren't far from the bedroom. We just need to go up the stairs, alright?" You didn't know why you reassured him so much, shit, it was his house!

Hardly, but safely, you and Bruno made it to your room. His was a little farther away, but he seemed exhausted, so you decided to switch rooms for the night. You lay him down, placing pillows around him, so he could sit comfortably. "I'm going to make some soup, call me if you need anything." You said while you got his black locks out of his eyes.

"I'm not hungry," Bruno said directly, catching your wrist. "The only thing I need is you. Stay by my side, please." You never heard him say anything in this tone. It wasn't that he was mean with you, quite the contrary, but he never asked you to do something. He just ordered you to.

"F-Fine" You bit your lip again, sitting on the edge of the bed, beside him. He pulled you closer to him, making you fall on his chest. You heard him groan and wanted to get up, but his arm around your back didn't let you. "B-Bruno, doesn't it hurt?" You mentally slapped yourself for stuttering his name. Since when did you stutter around him?

"It does, but I feel better when you are around me. It's like you take my pain away when I feel you close." At his words, a hard blush came across your face and you hid your face in the crook of his neck while he let out a chuckle, playing with your hair. You never felt so calm and comfortable around him. Maybe he wasn't as bad as you imagined him to be. Soon enough, you felt a wave of sleepiness taking over you and you let yourself fall asleep on his chest.

Bruno had no idea what was happening, but he was glad you finally accepted him, even only for the moment. Maybe today's mission wasn't as worse as it seemed.

[elvenferretots]

Really need to know what are the similarities between owning a dobe and a ferret there's gotta be at least a small bit of overlap

Really, the biggest overlap is the amount of maintenance that goes into both.

My mom always used to tell me that when I was an adult, I would stop keeping ferrets. When I got my first ferret as an adult a decade ago, she said "Of course you got another one. You grew into the kind of person who can't just have a pet, you need a hobby. Most people don't want to put that kind of work and money into an animal."

Both of the boys have written training plans and exercise/enrichment schedules. They come to work with me frequently. My house is plotted out and gated off and laid out with both of them in mind. I keep a 3K emergency veterinary fund and a CareCredit card.

Both ferrets and dobes are prone to destructive behaviour when bored. Ferrets are digging animals and will literally dig up carpets and dig holes in furniture; they are notorious for destroying mattresses and couches from underneath. Dobermans are prone to OCD-type behaviour varying from spinning to chewing through walls (Ten has a very bad habit of digging through beds/furniture, much like a ferret, which pops up if his needs aren't being met). Both ferrets and dobermans tend to be chewers who eat things they should not, and are common recipients of obstruction surgery. All of this can be prevented with appropriate outlets, management, and training.

Both are very sharky as babies, and prone to temperament issues if poorly bred or poorly socialized. They need outlets and boundaries for biting and rough play. They often end up in shelters due to this. Again with the need for appropriate outlets, management, and training.

Both are prone to some gnarly health issues, and cost a bit to vet. Any ferret who is not from a private breeder will likely get any combination of their big three cancers: adrenal, insulinoma, and lymphoma. The best way to prevent these cancers is to get a well-bred ferret and leave them intact. The caveat of this is that female ferrets can go into shock and die if their body does not think they bred, so they need regular hormone shots or chemical castration to help with this. Dobes...well, you know about dobes. I just used my entire medical fund and a good chunk of my credit on my well bred dobe because he has a disease that we still cannot genetically test for and don't know your dog will get until they get it. And the breed is prone to multiple conditions like that.

Of course, most of the good things about them would be different! The big good thing that ties them together for me is how much both dobermans and ferrets weave their way into your very being. When you spend so much of your time and heart on any creature, they return it equally; but I feel like these guys multiply it. They get me out of bed in the morning. They give me motivation and purpose. They help me meet other passionate people (it's amazing how much the ferret show was like being at a dog show with the dobe people). And they each make me see things from a different point of view.

[karnpuffs]

15 questions for 15 mutuals!

I was tagged by @kroi wheee~

Are you named after anyone? Not that I know of. When was the last time you cried? I'm sometimes on the verge of tears over the silliest things, but I haven't actually cried in months, fortunately. Do you have kids? Nope, but I have nieces and nephews and friends with kids who draw portraits of me exploding. That's something. Do you use sarcasm a lot? Maybe?? What sports do you play/have you played? This human vessel has never played sports in its life. What's the first thing you notice about other people? Their clothes and whether they are appropriately dressed for the weather lol What's your eye colour? dark brown Scary movies or happy endings? Both. I love scary movies and they usually don't end well. But that makes me happy. Any special talents? Most people tell me that my presence alone just calms them down, and that I can make them laugh again even on the worst days, and I think that's the best talent I could have. Oh and I can wiggle my ears! Where were you born? [This information is classified. You need a higher security level to access it.] What are your hobbies? Drawing, playing around in Daz3D, writing, watching movies and shows until I know them by heart Do you have any pets? Several small fat rodents that chew up all my stuff, I share my bread with them in the darkness How tall are you? A little shorter than Denise Gough Favorite subject in school? Art, I guess... Dream job? I'd love to paint those abstract pictures of pizzas or hamburgers that are used as wall decorations in run-down train station restaurants that are only visited by customers who are passing through and then never come back, but remember the restaurant forever mainly because of the terribly ugly pictures. I don't even have 15 mutuals, soooo... here are 5! @alexx-dax, @swan-orpheus, @ihadaweirdname, @jonkeli, @hegodamask (if you've already been tagged, just ignore)

[allura-writes]

Pride write day 1 - Farm

Prompt : Farm

Ship: Farm/Horror

Fandom: Undertale

SFW

For general audiences

Enjoy

Farm looked up from cutting up the vegetables for the stew and smiled gently. Looking out, he saw his mate sitting in the chicken coop with the hens, softly petting them. He definitely wasn't expecting this when he ran into the big ol brute all those years ago…

"SANS, ONE OF YOUR SCARECROWS FELL DOWN AGAIN." Papyrus huffed as he passed, wheeling this years harvest of melons to the house.

" 'course it did. i'll get to it eventually, bro."

"NOW SANS." 

" 'm goin, 'm goin." He pushed himself off the ground and stuck a new piece of wheat in his mouth. He sighed, mumbling something about how the scarecrows weren't doing anything much. He went over to the thing, ready to lug it off the ground when he froze. Whatever that was, it was not a scarecrow. He gently nudged it with his foot.

"uhh…hey pap! i don't think this is one of our scarecrows." He yelled, a bit wary of the thing.

"PICK IT UP ANYWAYS!" 

"i think something died on it. it's covered in blood…and fur." 

"OK, FINE, I'M COMING," He jogged over there. "NOW WHAT IS SO GR- OH MY GOODNESS, SANS, WHAT IS THAT THING!!" He jumped away from it.

"look, i dunno, just help me move it so the coyotes don't come. we just got rid of them."

Suddenly, a low growl came from the thing.

"holy- it's alive." Sans moved some of the mottled fur and gasped. "papyrus, go get the first aid kit. it's a skeleton."

Papyrus nodded and ran back to the house.

"heya bud, it's gonna be alright. my brother and i are gonna help you. don't give up on us, pal. ok?"

He didn't wake fully till about 3 days after they found him. And when he did, wooh boy, was it chaos.

"heya bud, how's ya doin? i suspect not too well, ya haven't woken up just yet. but you will, won't ya." He calmly spoke, chewing his wheat stem and petting the injured skeletons' back when the skeletons' eyesocket lit up blood red. He growled and kicked Sand off of him, sending the poor farmer across the room and he skittles into a corner growling.

Sans grunted on impact, his eye glowing in his anger, but he forced himself to calm down as he saw the fearful look on the monsters' face. "woah there buddy, calm down. ain't gonna hurt ya. i promise, ok? just calm on down." He slowly approached the monster.

The monster just growled and shrunk into the wall further.

"my name's sans. what's yours?"

The monster growled, seeming to want to speak but unable to.

"ok, grrr. nice to meet ya. let me guess, it's spelt like mckenzie? nah, 'm just kiddin ya. gosh, ya look straight from a horror movie, don't ya."

The skeletons' growling subsided and he leaned forward slightly, sniffing Sans hand.

"heh, alright then. can ya understand me, grrr?" 

He nodded.

"can ya talk?"

He shook his head.

"write?"

Nod.

"alrighty, give me a second then." He summoned a pen and notepad. "what's your actual name, because whoever names their kid 'grrr' needs to be arrested by the name police."

He laughed a little and wrote: 'My name is Sans too.'

It took Sans a bit to read it, as the handwriting was really shaky. "sans? well, we both can't be sans…ya must be one of them city folk, they always duplicate names. us farmers are unique with our names, ya see. however, not as unique as grrr. can i call ya that?" 

He made a wheezing noise that led to coughing. After a bit, he wrote something else down. 'No, don't call me Grrr. I look from a scary movie, you say? What about that?'

"scary? ya want me to call ya scary?"

'No, Horror. Can I call ya Farm? You said you were a farmer.'

"sure. nice to meet ya, horror."

Horror nodded and flashed a sharp smile.

Yeah…definitely not what he expected. Now the big guy had settled. Had recovered. Slowly, over the course of a few years, gained weight, gained magic, gained mental capacity. He still couldn't talk too well, but he was getting there! About 4 years ago, he had learned enough words to ask him out. Last year he could say enough to struggle through a proposal speech (Farm had totally broken down crying and had said yes.) He came a long, long way since then. They both had, if the large bump that was the farmers' belly said something about the whole ordeal.

He jumped surprised when he felt big arms wrap around him. "oh, well howdy darlin'. sorry, musta not heard ya come in."

"All…good." He whispered, nuzzling his smaller mate. "What are you…thinking about?"

"oh nothin'. nothin at all darlin. crop is comin over tomorrow, just as a heads up."

"C…crop?"

"my brother, remember?"

He nodded and kissed his fiance on the head, purring gently as he did so.

[drewbacca2]

Starkiller Saga

44 BBY Chapter one part one

New life, new arm

I land on my right arm and I have a sharp pain in the middle of my right bicep. I then start sliding down a slope and I roll and roll until I hit a tree with the force of a Rancor's punch in my right arm again. Then I fall off *another* cliff, but this time I won't fall again! I turn to my back as I fall, and launch my grappling hook. It connects! I slam into the cliff against my back. I lost feeling in my arm… please don't be… please don't be… I look down and my arm is completely severed. Fuck! I survived the fall only to die due to blood loss? DAMN IT! It's only being held together due to the fabric of my jumpsuit. Then it rips from the weight of my Beskar. I guess I'll go find it, might as well die with my stuff.

I repel down and a glint to my left catches my eye. It's that lightsaber! I move over… it looks like it works. I turn it on… I mute my audio output. I need to do this quick! No hesitation! *Shwoom* I scream so loud. Never have I screamed as loud as that. The lightsaber shudders then turns off. I look down at it, and it seems I crushed it when I cauterized my arm. At least I'll live, I put it under my Kama, I find my arm, then I head in the opposite direction of the battle. After five hours, I come across a walled little estate. Hopefully they don't hate Mandalorians. I see that some guards are staring at me. One is talking in a comlink, maybe his boss?

He waves at me and says: "Hey Mando! We need help with something!" I keep walking. Looks like my first job is here. They open the gates, and what looks like the captain greets me, and leads me up a bunch of stairs to the estate. I am led to a door down the hallway after we enter. "The baron is inside. Please be respectful." The captain says. He looks at my severed arm that I'm carrying, and he opens the door. "Thank you" I say. He just walks away in silence. "Hello there" I say. Without looking up he says "please close the door Mando we have business to discuss." I tell him: "Look at me and tell me how I'm supposed to do that." He looks annoyed and looks up, the look changes to surprise and he says: "What the fuck? Nobody told me you had a severed arm!" He says frantically: "Quickly! Follow me to the med bay!" We leave his office and I follow him to a med bay that's only a few doors down. How convenient. I sit on the med bed. There's already a doctor here. He uses a comlink to talk to a mechanic and he asks them to bring their gear. "So Mando, how did this happen?" He asks. "I'd rather not talk about it." I reply. "That's alright. I think durasteel for the "bone" and Duraplast armor would suffice, yes?" he asks. "That's fine. We can talk business here, right?"

"Of course. Productive I see." He grabs his datapad, then he goes: "We need you to kill a juvenile Rancor." "Rancors aren't native to this planet. Who's pet am I killing?" He looks annoyed, he says: "Some lesser noble trying to appease me by gifting me a Rancor. Sadly some brigands raided the convoy but they bit off more than they could chew, and the Rancor escaped and killed them all. It's made its den in our forest to the east." He continues: "We sent hunters to track it, they have a tracker so you can find them easily. About your payment-" I interrupt him with: "I don't want your credits. I want a way off this planet, I don't care what condition the ship is in, it just needs to be able to fly away and go through hyperspace. As well as a backpack to store my Beskar from my right arm." "Good." he replies. "I'll have it ready by the time you're done." I nod. The mechanic walks in, she gets to work and the doctor is patching me up. I'm to hunt the Rancor in two days.

[zoeykallus]

Crosshair - Unlike What You Thought 1/2

Crosshair x FemaleReader (Short Fic 2 Parts)

Warning: Suggestive

Slightly Angsty/Fluffy

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Author's Comment:

@a-lil-perspective mentioned something about a soft and sweet Crosshair and I couldn't stop thinking about it, had to give it a try. He's still the grump-man, but with a soft spot for the reader.

Spice comes up in the second part.

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PART 2

Unlike What You Thought 1/2

Crosshair, this guy was a difficult person. Always on the lookout, always a dry, sarcastic line at the ready, always chewing those toothpicks and that all-pervasive dark look. When you first met him, the first thing you thought was the guy was hot, but that was before you had to interact with him. By now you were torn between attraction and cold shivers running down your spine.

You've been working with the Bad Batch for a while now, and still, you couldn't figure out the Sniper, he was so completely different from the rest of his brothers. Sure they all had their idiosyncrasies, but none of them were as sinister as Crosshair.

You were assigned to a small mission with him, so you were alone with him when a weather change forced you to seek refuge in an abandoned old house. It was quite stormy and rain lashed down on you, soaking your clothes within a few heartbeats. Crosshair broke open the door of the old house, closed all the shutters on the lower floor and barred the door.

The wind whipped the rain against the house and shutters, branches of trees scraped along the walls of the house in the wind. Overall, it was pretty loud and if you were honest, a little creepy. It would be dark soon. And you were alone with the grumpy sniper.

When Crosshair had everything locked up, he joined you in the main room of the small house, a sort of living room, there was no furniture, an old rug lay in front of an empty fireplace, otherwise the room was empty and every sound echoed unnaturally loud between the walls.

It was quite fresh, not necessarily freezing cold, but cold enough to be uncomfortable, especially when wearing wet clothes.

"You need to get out of those wet clothes and warm up, or you'll get sick," he murmured to you, walking toward a small pile of firewood stacked next to the open fireplace. It wasn't much wood, but it should be enough for one night.

You put down your pack that had your gear in it and said, "Don't you?"

"Yes I do," he grumbled, "But I'll make a fire first."

He put his much larger backpack down next to yours before setting to work on the fireplace.

You looked around critically, not necessarily eager to undress in front of him. Even though you knew you could count on him not to do anything you didn't want him to, it was still a silly feeling.

As the fire slowly began to crackle, Crosshair pulled a coiled cord from his backpack, stretched it in front of and over the fireplace, and said, "We'll hang the wet clothes up there."

He began to take off his armor and strip.

"You're staring at me, that's not very polite" he said teasingly.

You swallowed and realized that he was right. Hastily you turned away and slowly began to strip down to your underwear as well, hanging one piece at a time on the string. In bra and panties you stood there and turned your back to him. You felt very clearly when he looked at you, you could feel his gaze wandering over your skin. The storm outside drowned out any other sound at the moment, so you didn't hear him pull the blanket out of his huge backpack and unfold it.

"Hey, Kitten," he said drowning out the storm.

"What's wrong?" you asked, ignoring the fact that he was already calling you a pet name again without looking at him.

"Come here, you need to warm up."

You turned around slowly. Crosshair was sitting on the rug in front of the fire, with the blanket half wrapped around him, holding it open for you.

"You want me to get under the blanket with you, half naked?" you asked critically.

He rolled his eyes and said, "This is our only blanket. Do you have a better idea?"

You hesitated.

"We'll warm up faster if we're both under the blanket, body heat and the fire should keep us warm until our clothes are dry," he said impatiently.

With a sigh, you finally settled down on the rug next to him and he put part of the blanket around your shoulders.

"Can I hold you in my arms?" he asked.

Puzzled, you looked at him.

"What?"

"To warm you up, Kitten, how did you think that body heat was going to work?" he sneered.

"I um... well, okay," you finally uttered.

He reached around your body with his long arms and pulled you closer to him. He wore only his underpants and when your bare back touched his bare chest, you got goose bumps. You sat in front of him, between his legs, bent them just like he did, so that they were also covered by the blanket. One of his hands pushed your hair aside and he said, "This could give you a scar."

"What?"

"That scratch you got in the brush earlier is deeper than I thought," he commented.

"Oh, well, it's not my first scar."

"Where else do you have scars?" he asked curiously.

"On my knee, a bad fall as a kid. A small one on my forehead, but you can hardly see it, was also a fall as a child"

He chuckled, "You must have been a clumsy child".

"I was a wild child" you said laughing softly.

"You don't seem like that at all," he said thoughtfully.

"Well, I'm not a child anymore," you enlightened him.

"I noticed that."

Silence reigned for a while and only the storm filled the room with sounds. A clap of thunder made you wince and automatically you squeezed tighter into his embrace.

Close to your ear he said, "It's okay, I got you. It's just a little thunder."

Caring words from the Sniper's mouth were very unfamiliar and the gentleness in his voice went right under your skin.

"I know," you said nervously, "Thank you."

Your gaze wandered to the armor parts of his equipment, which lay a bit apart, the chest plate, the leg plates, shoulder plates, arm plates and last but not least the helmet. Since you knew him, you had almost always seen him in this equipment, but now he held you half naked against him.

Crosshair's gaze kept wandering to your neck and to your bare shoulder. His head was so close that you could feel his hot breath on the bare skin of your neck and your nipples were poking out, standing out hard under the thin fabric of your bra.

After a while you heard him say, "I would really like to kiss your neck."

For a moment you held your breath, not quite knowing what to say. Part of you was super nervous, the other wished he would just do it.

"Honestly, I'd like to kiss your whole body," he corrected himself.

You took a slow deep breath, trying to collect your thoughts and not imagine his lips moving over your bare skin.

"Would you allow me to do that?" he asked.

His voice had taken on a slightly husky undertone.

"I don't know," you said slowly, "Would that be wise?"

You heard the smile in his voice as he asked, "Does everything we do always have to be wise?"

You turned your head slightly to see his face out of the corner of your eye.

"What if I allow you to do it? Then what?"

He smiled, "Why don't you just admit that you can't think of anything right now but my lips on your body and we'll see where that takes us?"

With a shaky breath you said, "Okay, I'll allow it."

The next moment you felt his warm lips on your slightly chilled skin and a shiver ran through you. Warmth spread through your chest, belly and between your thighs. His fingers slid gently over your shoulders and his lips followed.

When he paused, he asked, "May I kiss you all over?"

His fingers slid under the straps of your bra and very slowly brushed them off your shoulders.

Your heart was pounding up to your throat.

"Yes," you said without thinking.

@the-sith-in-the-sky-with-diamond

@moonstrider9904

@chxpsi

@nunanuggets

@clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi

[bunny-rambles]

OMG I HAVE A BRILLIANT REQUEST, OMAY SO SCARAMOUCHE AND HIS GF MODERN AU, THERES THIS JOB WHERE ITPAYS LICK A BUNCH LOAD TO TAKE CARE OF THESE LIL KIDS AND SCARA AND THE READER WAS LIKE; “this will be so easy” AND WHEN THEY WENT TO THE JOB, IT WAS TERRIBLE. THE KIDS WERE WAYYY TO HECTIC. (omg the kids could be the other fatuis as babies OR ANYONE ELSE FROM GENSHIN) and thats where scara began hating children.

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“Scaramouche, and the tale of Babysitting.”

notes: a gift for the lovely toe, your name came from a joke but, in all seriousness, your little messages of encouragement really motivated me. You got through finals, and I’m proud of you, so enjoy this absolute mess of a fic. It’s just as chaotic as you <3 reader is gender neutral, but other than that, enjoy your gift

Characters included: (you!) Scara,

The children: Childe(5), Bennett(4), Itto(6), Razor(4), Albedo(5), Kazuha(3), Diluc(7), Kaeya(6), ( I picked some chaotic characters and some calm ones to even things out, not everyone is included but I might do a part 2 with characters I missed if I feel motivated enough)

CW/TW: children, mentioning of babies/starting a family, cursing, minor mention of blood, but it’s mostly just crack/fluff and the babies/kids being a nightmare for reader & Scara. Fluff and general shenanigans, but I warn you, this whole story is a mess, possibly cursed, but I low-key love it.

Extra: honestly, this is just crack. I’m sorry if it’s not written the greatest but I tried my best, I hope you enjoy <3

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“... Have… Have you been stealing children?”

“Why would I want to steal a bunch of brats- OW! KNOCK IT OFF GINGER!”

The scene you just walked in on was one of absolute chaos.

You and Scaramouche had been dating for a while now, and were already sharing an apartment. Despite your boyfriend's standoffish behaviour, your private lives were actually pretty quiet. You rarely argued, you both shared chores… Apart from the lack of attention he gave to you because of his job, he was almost the perfect boyfriend.

Almost.

This was where that word was important. Sometimes you’d come home to Scara doing something for his colleagues such as pet sitting, or looking after their younger siblings. Most of the time, things went well, and it was nothing you couldn’t handle. But this…

“How many did you say you’d look after?!”

“I only said yes to two of them, and then Signora had to open her mouth and tell everyone about it- DON'T CHEW ON THAT!” He was already picking up one of the children, trying to tug a wire out of his mouth. This one in particular acted more like a puppy when they were teething instead of an infant, you noted as you watched him nibble on your partner's sleeve.

“Why didn’t you say no?”

“Why do you think?! I thought it would be easy money! Now I’m stuck here trying to tame a bunch of…feral animals!”

You finally took a real look at your shared home and couldn’t help but stare in horror. Your beautiful, pristine white walls were covered in scorch marks and scribbles, the floor stained with paint, blood and scratch marks. You even saw a hole that went through a painting that was on your wall.

“What the f-”

You were interrupted by what you could only describe as demonic laughter. Your eyes trailed over to the voice, raising an eyebrow at what you saw. You watched as a small ginger child tied Scara’s shoelaces together, and then proceeded to witness him fall hard on his ass after putting ‘puppy boy’ down.

“You aren’t really supposed to wear shoes indoors anyway…”

“Shut up!”

So, after a few moments of ‘wrangling the beasts’, your lover called it, you managed to count 8 of them in your household.

The calmer ones, Diluc and Albedo, were nothing short of little angels. You didn’t need to worry about them, even though you were sure the blonde was trying to take apart something that he was hiding in his hands. In fact, you had heard the red head put a few of the children in their place once or twice, but after the fourth time he had given up and went to do his own thing. which looked like playing chess by himself.

Then, the brats and pranksters, Itto, Kaeya and Childe. The ‘demons’ who had made it their personal mission to make your boyfriend's life for the next 12 hours a living hell. ‘The ginger one is the worst.’ Your lover told you, glaring down at the small child half his size, who was innocently grinning back at him. little shit-

You had assumed the destruction of your living room was because of them, but no. The outliers were the other three. Bennett, Razor and Kazuha. Kazuha was the youngest, so only the small scribbles of jumbled words were his doing. But poor Bennett, it seemed everything he touched just exploded or set on fire. Every single electrical device he had managed to get his hands on had gone up in flames. Your toaster, your microwave, even one of your hairdryers. You almost didn’t believe Scara when he was explaining all this, but after you had witnessed one of your light bulbs exploding after the infant had merely touched a lamp, that was enough evidence for you. And Razor… Well, it was more like looking after a puppy. His nails looked more like claws, and his teeth were like sharp little needles. So, the blood stains? That was a mix of Bennett falling over and scraping his knee, and a brawl two of the infants had. You noted the tallest kid, Itto, had a bloody nose by the time you had come home. And chunks of ginger hair were stuck in his long fingernails. You could take a wild guess as to who he was fighting…

“How long do you have to do this exactly… If it’s any longer than 24 hours we won’t have a house left.” You heard a heavy sigh next to you, your boyfriend's incoherent, angry mutterings under his breath barely heard over the screeches of children.

“Just for the night. Any longer and I’ll personally throw these… Creatures… Into their owner's faces.”

“They’re just kids, babe…”

He looked offended when you finally glanced at him. “Have you seen what they’ve done? Signora put a curse on me, these aren’t kids!”

You did have to admit that, although ‘creatures’ was a bit harsh, these were no ordinary infants.

“Maybe they’re just hungry?” Children were known to act up when they were hungry, it wasn’t that bad of a speculation. You rose from your seat and made your way to the kitchen, and unsurprisingly, a few of them toddled along behind you. You were surprised to see even the quietest, Albedo, had joined the gangle of misfits. “So you were hungry! Alright boys, what do you want? There’s plenty of options!” You had tried your best to be cheerful and positive, despite feeling rather miserable that everything in the living room was now almost completely destroyed.

“Cookies!”

“Chocolate!”

“Cake!”

“Ice cream!”

“Candy!”

You were hoping for something without sugar, as you didn’t want to deal with a hoard of screaming children high off of E numbers. But even you didn’t expect the small blonde to peak his head out from behind Itto, a hopeful look on his face.

“Please?” He asked quietly, and your heart melted. You were about to say yes, but your partner beat you to it.

“No way in hell. Don’t even think about it.”

You pulled back leaning down towards the blonde, looking at your boyfriend with a pout of your own. You knew he was right, it was a recipe for disaster, but when you had multiple pairs of puppy eyes staring up at you, it was hard to refuse.

“But…”

“Not. Happening.”

You sighed. There was no winning this. “Alright, alright… Pizza then?”

“Fine.” Grumbled the short, grouchy man as he stalked back to the wrecked living room. You waited a moment before looking down at all the sad, pouty faces staring back at you.

“How about I make some hot cocoa with marshmallows for you all instead?” That seemed to perk everyone up. Even Childe was grinning like a maniac, you might add from ear to ear, even after the defeat from the war of desserts with the not so big, bad Scaramouche. You could honestly understand why your lover was having such a hard time with them. He was stubborn and hard headed, and half of these kids were exactly the same.

It took a while, but you finally managed to make each of the children some hot chocolate and marshmallows, even the ones that hadn’t come to the kitchen. You were hoping it would put a smile on Bennett’s face, since he seemed to have been sulking in the corner after breaking an expensive ornament. Honestly, you were surprised you hadn’t run out of band aids with him around, his hands now cut up from trying to fix it himself. But yes, hot chocolate seemed to have proven to be the best medicine for his sudden mood drop. You casted a glance towards your boyfriend, who was scowling at you for finding a loophole in his ‘no sugar’ rule.

“Don’t look at me like that… I made one for you, too. Even put extra marshmallows in it…” You were trying to soften him up, flashing him a grin, but he wasn’t budging. He scoffed at you before folding his arms, turning his nose upwards. “You think I can be won over with a simple beverage? Try harder.” You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, placing yourself beside him and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in close.

“Would kisses and cuddles make the lil man happy? Hmmm?” You cooed playfully, head resting against his shoulders while you made a kissy face at him. He barely spared you a glance and you could already tell his cold facade was starting to break.

“... No. Shut up. And stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what, hm?”

“Like that! You know what you’re doing!”

“Do I~?”

You heard an exasperated sigh come from the shorter male, but you spotted that his lips had curled up into a slight smile. Gotcha.

You were about to push your teasing just a little further, but you were interrupted by little giggles that you were sure didn’t come from your boyfriend. Your eyes trailed towards the two children that had caught on to your flirting, spotting two smug little smirks on Kaeya and Childe’s faces. Despite them being so young, they looked like they knew exactly what was going on. It was a little creepy, actually.

“Ew… Get a room, you two!” Young Kaeya teased while Childe cackled, pointing at the both of you.

“Look, Kae! The lil man’s all red!” He chortled, using the nickname you had just used.

You heard a tell-tale growl of annoyance from your partner, and you had to forcibly press down on his chest so he didn’t get up to try to fight an infant. “You’re smaller than me, dipshit. You’re lucky you’re 5. Hmph.” He looked away, arms folded.

You sighed yet again for the umpteenth time since you came home. This was going to be a long night.

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You decided it was better to split the children up, the calmer ones going to Scara, and the ‘brats’ going to you. Itto, Kaeya, Childe and Bennett were your responsibility for the night, while Scara looked after Diluc, Albedo, Razor and Kazuha. Despite little Benny not being a brat, he had caused the most chaos out of everyone in the room, so you volunteered to take him.

You were… Fortunate. They had all taken a liking to you, mainly because you were actually nice to them. But even without them pulling pranks on you, it was a bit of a nightmare to put up with them. You found out quickly that Itto and Childe did not like each other, at all. Or maybe, Itto just didn’t like Childe. The rowdy ginger had a habit of picking fights with the taller kid, and teasing him that he’d never win. You were just certain he wanted chaos, and he was picking on the strongest, biggest kid to get it. You actually felt pretty bad for him. He seemed to like bugs, so you took him out to the small garden you had, and you couldn’t help but smile when he grabbed your hand and tugged you to the biggest beetle he could find. Unfortunately, that meant the other three went unsupervised.

Thankfully before this, Bennett had taken a nap, so you didn’t have to worry about total destruction to your house. But the other two… Well…

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“Hey, blondie!” Childe grinned, plopping himself next to the young genius. Kaeya took the place next to him, effectively caging the younger one in. Albedo blinked, and looked up from what he was sketching, tilting his head in confusion.

“Uh… Yes?” He answered, looking between the two of them.

“We have a little prop… Proper… We have a choice for you.” Kaeya fumbled with the big word he had heard his step-father say once, but his smugness never once waned.

“Oh?” Now the infant was interested, sitting up properly from his seat.

“Yeah! We want you to help us get back at the ‘lil man’. We stole… These… From the kitchen.” The other grinned, holding up a jar of cookies. “If you help us, you can share them with us.” The two boys beamed when they saw Albedo’s big blues light up from the sight of the sugary sweets. “...But, what if Mx Y/N catches us? And how are we going to convince Diluc?”

“Diluc? Why would he be involved?” Kaeya piped up. Albedo deadpanned, pointing over the other boy's shoulder.

“Because he’s right behind you.”

The two misfits froze up, carefully turning their heads back slowly, to see the names red haired glaring down at them with an unimpressed look on his face.

“Kaeya. What have I told you about /him/?” He pointedly looked at the unruly ginger.

“That he’s a bad influence…”

“Right. So why are you going along with this?” A strangely mature stature, for such a small child.

“Because Scawa… Scawamoo… Sca… Ugh! Because ‘lil man’ is a meanie! We haven’t done anything fun all night! Not even allowed any snacks…” Childe pouted, folding his arms over his small chest. At that, all four of the kids sighed. It was true. Scaramouche just didn’t know what to do with 8 kids, and he could barely put up with the four he had now. How do you entertain 8 children? The only thing he could do was put on the tv and hoped that at least a few of them would enjoy the mindless cartoons that were cycling over and over again.

“... What were you planning?” The oldest asked. It seemed even he was onboard with whatever they were going to do.

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“It’s getting cold… Would you like to head inside now?”

“Aw… Okay, Y/N…” Itto huffed, but he didn’t fight you. It was late, cold and the beetle he just found had run away from him. And not to mention he was nearly falling asleep standing up. You chuckled, scooping him up in your arms and carrying him inside. You glanced towards your boyfriend, who was holding Kazuha and Razor on his lap. When you looked closer however, you couldn’t help but grin. Your boyfriend was fast asleep, the two babies curled up in his chest, all three of them covered in a thick blanket. You chuckled to yourself, moving in closer and pressing a soft kiss on Scara’s head. He stirred, sighing tiredly, arms tightening around the two children protectively. Maybe one day, those children… Would be your own.

The peaceful atmosphere didn’t last long. Unbeknownst to you, the other four children were hatching their plan. A ginger haired head peaked out from behind the chair, before looking towards the other three hiding behind him.

“Ready?” He whispered, receiving nods from the rest of the group.

You glanced up when you heard a loud crash behind you, turning around quickly. “What the…” You mumbled, moving away from the chair and looking around for the noise. “Benny? Did you wake up?” You called out, hand covering the child’s ears in your arms. No response. You shrugged, turning around again, but the sight sent shivers down your spine. Both of the children were gone.

“Scara! Wake up!” You shook him hard, watching him jolt upwards.

“Fu-, I mean, what?” He slurred, half asleep but he still remembered there were still kids in the room.

“The babies are gone!”

“WHAT?!” He screeched, fully awake and in full panic mode. When he stood up, he gasped as he tripped and fell straight to the floor. He groaned loudly, sitting up slowly. “Those fucking brats…” He mumbled, noting his shoes had yet again been tied together.

“NOW!” You heard a chorus of yells. Diluc, Childe and Kaeya all ran out, dog piling on your lover after covering him in a thick blanket. You would’ve helped him, but it all happened so quickly. And now your boyfriend was effectively turned into a sushi roll. You weren’t sure where they got the rope from, but they had tied him to secure his position. You heard laughter, and the sound of two separate hands slapping together. “Yes! That worked perfectly!” One cheered, you weren’t sure which. It was only when you turned the light on that you saw the two young ones that were with your boyfriend were now with Albedo at the dining table. He gave you an innocent wave, and in your shock, you slowly waved back. And when your eyes moved back to your lover, you couldn’t help your snicker, before breaking out into hearty laughter.

“Oh my god! Your face! Bahaha!”

“Shut up! Get me out of here!”

“Not so fast.” Diluc stood in front of your restrained boyfriend, folding his arms. “We’ll only let him go if you make a deal with us.”

“And what deal?”

“We get to have whatever snacks we want and go to bed when we want!” Childe nodded confidently, followed by a chorus of ‘yeah!’s.

“And please let that include cookies.” The blonde added with a small smile on his face.

“I want some too, Y/N!” Another voice cried out. You almost forgot about the child in your arms, who was now fully awake.

—

And so, after bargaining with the ruthless bandits that kidnapped your damsel in distress, you agreed. The night was filled with sugary snacks, a bunch of games and whatever movies they desired to watch as long as it wasn’t too out there. And thankfully, it wasn’t long before all of them were rubbing their eyes and doing their best to stay awake. All 10 of you decided to sleep downstairs, and made it into a little sleepover.

Albedo fell asleep first. You were sure the little introvert couldn’t handle this much excitement in one day. Then Kazuha followed. Then Diluc, Kaeya, Itto, Razor, Benny and finally Childe. And finally, here you were, wrapped up in your boyfriend's arms. Even though the day was a mess, at least it was a fun one.

“Y/N…”

“Mhm…?”

“... We’re never having kids.”

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Consequence

A birthday gift for @paper-n-ashes

Summary: When you steal the Supreme Leader's sweater, there are... repercussions.

Word Count: 3483

Tags/Warnings: Kylo Ren x Fem Reader. NSFW, 18+. MINORS DNI; PIV sex, unprotected sex (no glove no love), oral sex (m receiving), fingering, heavy dom/sub dynamic, praise kink, breath play, I'm probably forgetting other kinks but I finished this at 3AM last night and I'm not even sure that I used real words let alone remember what I wrote so if I missed any let me know and I'll update the tags, smuuuuuuut for daaaays, canon what's canon The Rise of Skywalker can go fuck itself mostly except for that beautiful white set of rooms on the Steadfast.

Author’s Note: It's my hetero lifemate @paper-n-ashes' birthday today (at least in my timezone for a few more hours so IT COUNTS sorry Sarah at least you got to read it yesterday) and she has been waiting SO patiently for me to finish this damn fic. I started writing it back in like November? Maybe even October? and have struggled so fucking hard with finding the mojo to finish it. Then out of the blue this week, said mojo came back and I figured Sarah's birthday was the perfect deadline. So, voila. And don't forget to go tell her how awesome she is.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SISTER IN THIRST AND SHAMELESS HOEING. I couldn't actually get you Kylo so I got you this instead. #throne room hair is the best hair forever the end

You’re perched on the sofa, open book on your lap, when the comm chimes. You can’t help your soft smile; it’s finally that time of the day cycle.

You don’t bother answering the comm, since it’s an alert, not a call. Closing your book, you rise and return it to the bookcase set into the wall of the lounge. With a gentle press, the hatch closes, and the bookcase disappears into the stark white expanse of the rest of the room, precious cargo hidden. Books are an expensive indulgence, even for the Supreme Leader.

Or whomever he choses to share them with.

You cross to the base of the stairs that lead to the chamber’s entrance and open a small compartment, also a part of the structure of the room. You toe off your slippers, setting them carefully inside the cubby. Your soft leggings pants are next, folded carefully. You start to remove your sweater as well, but hesitate. It is chilly. For all of the technology the First Order has amassed, you’d think they’d have figured out how to keep their Destroyers at a comfortable temperature.

You leave the sweater. He’ll definitely have an… opinion about it.

Now bare but for the sweater and your bra, so scant it hardly deserves the term, you take your place at the base of the stairs. The hem of the sweater brushes your thighs. Standing tall, feet together, hands clasped loosely behind you, you wait. You keep your eyes on the blast doors.

When the doors finally open, you smile softly. “Good evening, Supreme Leader.”

His cape billows behind him as he descends the stairs (he’s clearly inherited his family's flair for dramatics). As he reaches the bottom, you respectfully drop your gaze. His boots stop in front of you, your bare feet looking so small compared to his. But then again, everything looks small compared to him.

He raises a gloved hand and strokes the back of a finger down the collar of your sweater. “What’s this?” His voice is throaty and deep. As usual, it sends a thrill through you.

You keep your eyes downcast. “A sweater, Supreme Leader.”

“Clearly.” His finger continues down from the collar of the garment, caressing the soft rise of your breasts. “Perhaps I should rephrase my question.” His finger catches your nipple, and you can’t help but gasp. “What is my sweater doing on your body, when your body doesn’t have permission to be wearing anything?”

You finally risk a glance up. His face is impassive, but there’s a glint in his eyes. He’s amused.

You raise your chin. He loves when you’re confident. “It was cold.”

“Cold.” The finger continues to tease your nipple through the fibers. “In space.” The tease turns into a flick, and you barely smother your gasp. His lips twitch. “Imagine that.”

He’s in a good mood. You decide to toy with him. “Perhaps I simply need something substantial to keep me warm, Supreme Leader.”

One eyebrow raises, ever so slightly. He’s going to play along. “Do you find my care unsatisfactory?”

“Of course not, Supreme Leader.” His finger has shifted to your other nipple. You take a shuddering breath. “I would never dare to question your wisdom.”

He shifts almost imperceptibly closer to you. “And yet-” He brings that accursed finger back up your sternum, tracing up your neck and ghosting over your jaw. “-is that not exactly what you’ve done by ignoring my directive?”

Kriff.

He passes the leather-wrapped digit over your lips, stroking the soft skin. “Nothing to say, pet?”

You drop your eyes again. “My most sincere apologies, Supreme Leader.”

His hum of approval reverberates in your chest. “I imagine they will be.” He applies the barest hint of pressure to your lips. “Open.”

You comply immediately, opening your mouth enough to allow his finger entrance. The leather tastes so different from his skin. He presses the thick digit inside, and doesn’t have to say a word as you begin to suck obediently. He adds a second finger and you can’t stifle your moan.

“Good girl.”

Two words. Just two words, hummed in that honeyed voice, and you can practically feel your arousal dripping down your thighs. You glance up once more.

He’s watching you, his pupils blown wide with arousal. Maker, you love his eyes. You can always read him through his eyes. He tries so hard to bury his emotions, but nothing can be hidden in their cinnamon depths. And right now, his eyes say that he’s about half a standard second away from losing what’s left of his famously little control.

Hmm. Time to have a little more fun.

You deliberately graze his fingers with your teeth, the leather of his glove supple under your bite.

His cheek twitches and you know instinctively he’s chewing on it. “You’re playing with fire, sweetheart,” he warns you.

Pulling your mouth off his fingers with a ‘pop’, you smile serenely up at him. “Whatever do you mean, Supreme Leader?”

“You know exactly what I mean,” he purrs, dragging his spit-soaked fingers along the edge of your jaw, his own clenched as he tries to keep himself in check. “Careful you don’t get burned.”

Your smile becomes less teasing, and more sincere. It’s okay, you think, knowing he’ll be able to feel your emotions. You never guard yourself around him. I trust you, Master.

There’s a split second when his eyes search yours; for permission, for acceptance, for confirmation of that trust that you hold in him and that he holds in you. It’s a breath of a moment, but he leaves his raw self exposed.

He’s affection starved, your Supreme Leader, even if he’ll never admit it. Deep inside, where even his former masters couldn’t reach, is that little boy he once was; still desperate to please and be praised by those too focused elsewhere to pay attention, and terrified of disappointing those who do. It breaks your heart that he’s spent his whole life feeling so alone.

Your dynamic fills that void in a way he feels safe with. It’s on his terms. He needs your adoration; needs your worship. He craves the affirmation. No more abandonment and fear from those he should be able to trust most; no more abuse and gaslighting at the hands of those who are supposed to guide him.

Just trust, and love. Pure, unconditional love.

He presses his lips to yours.

You whimper into his kiss, pressing a hand against his massive chest to steady yourself.

In the next moment, he scoops you up, pressing you against the window and hooking your legs around his waist. You yelp at the coolness of the transparisteel against your back, even through the sweater, but he swallows your cry as he plunders your mouth.

“Kylo,” you whimper when he lets you up for air, but he ignores you, sucking a line down your neck to your collarbone.

“Get this off,” he growls, tugging at the neckline of the sweater. “Or I’ll take it off for you, and it won’t survive the removal.”

You let go of his shoulders, grasping the hem of the top and practically ripping it over your head.

His mouth is on you in an instant, those plush lips teasing one nipple at a time through your lacy scrap of a bra.

“Maker!” you gasp, flinging the sweater in the general direction of the floor and bringing both hands to grip his hair. Frantic fingers twist his dark waves. You could write sonnets to his hair. “Kylo!”

You feel the clasp of your bra come undone. He rips his lips from your breasts, and with one barely-there flick of his fingers, the undergarment is on the floor next to the sweater.

“Did you just-” It’s next to impossible to smother your giggle when you realize what he’s done. “I can’t imagine the Force is meant to be used for that.”

Kylo ignores you, although you’re positive you can detect the barest hint of a blush on his ears. But then you’re not paying attention to his ears, as he’s sucked one of your nipples back into his mouth and is grazing it with his teeth. Your moan turns into a shriek when he hooks his arms under your legs and hefts you higher against the wall, so it’s easier for him to feast on your flesh.

He shifts your weight to one of his massive arms, that paw of a hand gripping the opposite flesh of your rear as he brings his other hand back up to your mouth. “Open,” he commands once more.

You take the two still-gloved fingers as deep in your mouth as you can, gagging slightly as he presses on the back of your tongue.

His dark chuckle is breathless. “Such an eager whore,” he murmurs against your chest, your answering whimper going straight to his cock. Pulling his hand back, he nips the skin at your collarbone at the same time he drags the fingers you’ve just drenched straight through your swollen folds below.

“Do you even deserve my fingers, Pet?” He smirks as you drop your head back and moan. “Such a wanton little thing you are.” He teasingly traces a circle around your clit with just a fingertip, satisfaction growing at the sound the movement elicits from you.

“Master,” you gasp.

Without warning, he twists you away from the window, carrying you with ease to his desk. When he drops into his chair, he’s unable to suppress a sharp intake of breath as he settles you on his lap and brings your core into direct contact with his cock, hard and throbbing beneath his trousers. The contrast of your nudity with his still-clothed body is intoxicating. He guides your hips to roll against him again, your moans simultaneous as your cunt makes slick the leather stretched taut over his arousal.

Already closer to his breaking point than he'd prefer to admit, Kylo clamps his teeth down on the inside of his cheek hard enough to break the skin, the pain working as usual to allow him to refocus his energy and reclaim control of his passions. Unhinged as his reputation is, there is part of his life the Supreme Leader rules with meticulous care- you.

He knows you love him, and you’ve declared time and again it’s unconditional and without reservation. Your submission is a gift he knows he will never truly be worthy of. Maker knows he adores you with every part of his long-shrouded heart. But the fear never leaves him. Decades of distrust and broken promises means he lives in terror of the day his tenuous temper snaps, and he horrifies you or, stars forbid, truly hurts you.

That dark voice lurking at the back of his mind teases him with a possibility somehow perversely worse than fear or injury: abandonment. That you’ll inevitably see him at his most honest; broken, contemptible. Unworthy.

He loathes himself all the more, because he knows if it comes to it, he couldn’t survive letting you go. He isn’t strong enough to endure the loss of the only light he still has.

Unaware of his internal torture, you grip the front of his gambeson and try to rock your pelvis against him, whining as you’re foiled by his hands still gripping your hips. “Master, please.”

Your voice jerks him back to reality, and your begging makes his cock twice as hard. “Something you desire, Pet?” he purrs, grateful you were too wrapped in lust to notice his momentary lapse.

“You, Master.” You can’t help a frustrated whimper as you try once more to undulate against him and are again prevented from doing so. “Please, Kylo, let me please you.”

He reburies his anguish, and smirks at you. “Very well.” He releases your hips. “Please me.”

As soon as he lets go, you’re sliding off his lap and on to your knees, scrambling to unhook his belt. He obligingly helps you open his trousers. You make quick work of the placket and draw out your prize, salivating as you pump his already-leaking cock.

He hisses as your mouth engulfs him. “Yes, just like that. What a good, good girl you are.”

A lewd moan escapes around his length as he fists his hands in your hair.

He doesn’t need to say another word. You can read it in his eyes, every filthy, dark thought as you bob your head on his shaft. How good it feels when you take his cock in your throat; that he knows exactly how hot and wet it makes you when he fucks your mouth; how knowing you’re waiting in his quarters to be used as his personal whore is the only thing that gets him through the day. You moan again, and one corner of his mouth twitches.

You know him well enough to recognize it as a smirk.

“As delightful as this is, Pet,” he finally sighs, a slight waiver to his voice the only indicator of how close you already have him to release, “there’s a different part of you I desire at this moment.”

Releasing his cock with a ‘pop’, you continue to stroke him with your hand as you beam up at him. “As you wish, Master.”

Your mouth and chin are wet with precum and spit. He drags his thumb through the mess and brings it to your lips, his cock jumping in your grasp as you wrap your tongue around the digit.

“Up,” he snaps.

Rising immediately, you can’t help your squeak as he spins you to face the desk and pulls you back onto his lap, impaling you on his cock with one hard thrust. You gasp, unable to cry out as all the air is expelled from your lungs. Your arms are wrenched behind you by invisible bonds, the posture thrusting your breasts out. You hear his low chuckle as he tweaks both nipples while simultaneously bucking his hips, eliciting a shriek from you.

Thick fingers twist into your hair, pulling you back until you're flush with his chest. His breath is hot against your ear as he snarls two words that have your cunt clenching in anticipation: “Ride me.”

No further encouragement is necessary. He works your body over as you rock in his lap, reducing you to a burbling mass of arousal. Releasing his grip on your hair, his hands make their way down your body, the leather feeling so kriffing good as he caresses every inch of you.

Plush lips drag against your jaw as he leans forward, pressing his chest closer against your back. He trails his fingers up your thighs while simultaneously dragging his teeth along your earlobe. The noise that escapes you is undignified at best, and positively libidinous at worst.

The bastard’s smirk is obvious against your heated skin. “My beautiful Empress,” he murmurs, licking a stripe up your neck.

You can’t suppress your panting as he nips at the sensitive spot just below your ear. “I’m not your Empress,” you manage, your voice breathy with arousal as you continue to move.

“Mmmmm.” Kylo hums as his right hand trails up your abdomen to gently cup your left breast, those elegant fingers plucky at your nipple and making you moan. “Not yet.”

“Oh.” You squeak as he latches on to your pulse point, his teeth scraping over your skin as he marks you. His other hand drops to your core, fingertips stroking your folds as deftly as a musician plays a hallikset. You cry out as he deliberately ignores your clit, but your cry becomes a gasp as he abruptly slaps the inside of your thigh. “Kylo!”

“Feel how wet you are, little whore.” He pulls his hand from your cunt and wipes your slick across your cheek. “Only the most depraved whores drip like this.” When he wraps the same hand around your throat, you sob in euphoric bliss. His chuckle is low. “Look at you, reduced to a needy slut who wants nothing more than to be filled by her Master.”

You can’t help but moan as he tightens his grip, the other hand on your breast squeezing hard.

“Speak, Pet.” His order is hissed in your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “Tell me how much you want my cock.”

“Need you, Master,” you gasp, deliciously light headed from the lack of oxygen. “Need you to- oh, Maker!- need you to fill me, need you to fuck m-me oh!”

A squeal erupts as he abruptly thrusts up, hard, and proceeds to set a brutal pace. Helpless to do anything but take what he gives you, all you can do is wail and enjoy the desperation in his movements.

When he stands and surges forward, shoving you against his desk while still buried in your swollen heat, it’s just enough to send you over the edge and you crash into your climax with a scream.

Over your shoulder, you hear Kylo tsk in admonishment. “Oh, princess,” he chides, as you feel your Force bonds tighten even more, “you know better than to cum without permission.”

With that, he shoves you forward, pressing your chest flat against the thermoplastic and using his knee to spread your legs. You willingly comply, relishing in his hiss as he pumps into your wet, waiting warmth. He finally releases your throat, and the sensation of your cunt clenching as you cough is too much for him. His pace becomes blistering, each thrust sending your pelvic bone into the edge of the desk; speech is now beyond your power, incoherent babble all that remains as he obliterates your cunt.

The lewd symphony of your coupling is punctuated by his growls and your cries. You can already feel the crest rising anew and you beg for salvation. “Master, please!”

He grips the back of your neck, anchoring your head, snarling as he takes you with rapid, deep thrusts. “Do you think now you'll be able to follow instructions?”

You nod frantically, trying desperately to stave off your orgasm. “Yes, Master!”

His voice is deeper than ever, trembling slightly as he uses your body to chase his own end. “Tell me, my little slut; who owns you?”

“You, Master!” You can’t hold back the shriek that erupts from your lips as you feel that subtle tickling of his powers against your clit.

The sounds you’re making have him right on the edge. “You’re mine, all mine,” he sneers as you cry out once more. “Say it.”

“Yours, Kylo,” you gasp. “I’m yours!”

“You need to cum again, sweet little Pet?” When you frantically nod, he fists your hair and yanks your head back. “Do it,” he hisses next to your ear. “Cum for me. Now.”

You explode around him, screaming your pleasure. His echoing roar is your only warning before he slams into you a final time, ripping himself from your heat and snatching your body off the desk. You land on your knees just in time to receive his spend, splashing across your face and chest as he pumps his length.

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It takes several moments before you can even start to become aware of your surroundings once more. In that time, Kylo has bundled you in your favorite cozy blanket, and cradles you in his lap as he smooths your hair back and murmurs sweet words of praise. His seed still decorates your body, and you preen as you feel his hands, finally ungloved, gently rub it into your skin as one more claim of his ownership.

Your contented sigh is what alerts him to your consciousness, and he can’t help his proud smile as your eyes slowly flutter open, or the chaste and caring kiss he presses to your temple. “How are you feeling, princess?”

A beaming smile is his reward. “Wonderful,” you sigh, and then giggle. “And filthy, in the best possible way.”

“As requested,” he slyly teases.

You notice that sometime during your torpor, he’s shed his gambeson and trousers, replacing them with soft lounge pants and  the stolen sweater. Hooking your fingers over the neckline, echoing his own earlier actions, you tug gently. “Thief.”

He laughs, your favorite sound in the galaxy. “The Jawa calls the Ewok short.” Your answering eye roll elicits another chuckle and another brush of his lips. “Happy birthday, love,” he murmurs against your forehead.

“Thank you, Supreme Leader.” Your smile is soft as you raise your face, content when he understands the overture and leans down to press his lips to yours. A/N: Alexa, play "I Want Kylo Ren To Rail Me on a Desk" by Beyoncé or someone.

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[bruhstories]

Home for the Holidays

summary: you come back home for the holidays and get a very warm welcome. pairing: stepbro!armin x female!reader warnings & content: stepcest, fingering, unprotected sex, dom!armin, sub!reader word Count: 2k-ish

a/n: umm, don't go around fucking your stepbros? i mean i can't stop you but sweet home alabama should play in your head if you do it. also sorry if this feels a bit rushed, i don't even have time to breathe | @mikasascabin @armins-futon

Pop!

Incessant, irritating sounds of gum popping, then smacking against your teeth, the annoying chewing that came out of your mouth, the infuriating tapping of your leg, the exasperating drumming of your fingers against the kitchen table — it's driving Armin insane. It's been driving Armin insane for years. And despite the fact that you're both adults now, you still can't get along. He's smart, quiet and a workaholic, you're a social butterfly who works smart, not hard.

"Armin, Y/N, you're not leaving this kitchen until you solve your conflict and apologise." His mom would say. It used to be your punishment when Armin and you were kids — and it's your punishment even know. You roll your eyes, gum popping all over your face and the tip of the nose. Armin snickers at the disgusted look on your face, mumbling a serves you right under his nose.

Sometimes you wondered if the tension between you and him was sexual. But... it couldn't be, could it? You were his damn stepsister, yet when you came back home for Thanksgiving, Armin was a whole different person. Fresh cut, a change of wardrobe, a better attitude — he was hot, no longer the nerd you used to tease. You study him from across the table after cleaning your face, lower lip between your teeth, head in your hands.

"You heard your mommy, Armin, apologise and let's get this over with."

"Me? You're the one who came home and ruined everything."

"Ruined what? A shitty dinner with a family who doesn't give a fuck about me? No, bro, I improved everything." You lean back in your chair and nonchalantly slam your feet on the table. "Not that you would know what it's like to be in my shoes, anyway."

"Your shoes? What about mine?" Armin slams his fists on the table. "At least no one expects anything from you."

"Wow, thanks." You get up and he realises just how nasty he sounded.

"Wait-"

"Fuck off." You dash past him with tears in your eyes. He was right, your father never expected anything from you, nor did your stepmother. Armin, on the other hand, was a genius, a straight A student and now he even received a scholarship from his university. Of course, people had high expectations from him and in a way, that made you jealous.

'Oh, Armin, we're so proud of you!'

'Armin, you did great!'

'Did you know Armin won an international maths competition?'

You shut the door to your room and crawl under your blanket. You always tried your best, but you could never compete with him. And your father, your ownfather, sometimes seemed to love Armin more than you. Minutes pass before you hear your stepmother rushing with your father to go visit some of your relatives and you hope Armin would go with them, but you're unlucky today. Once the car leaves the driveway, a soft knock makes you snap your neck up.

"Go away."

"Y/N, please, I didn't mean to say that."

"I don't care!" You throw a book at the door but Armin still won't budge.

"Open the damn door!"

"Why, so you can brag about how you're the perfect child?"

"So I can apologise, you... you bitch!"

Silence. Your ears ring with the word and Armin knows he fucked up big time. In a flash, the door is open and you're ready to kick him in the shin but for some reason, when you see his face, you stop.

"Apologise, then, and apologise for calling me a bitch, you little shit!"

"God, why do you hate me so much? You tormented me ever since you moved in with us!"

"Well, genius, has it ever occurred to you that maybe I never wanted this?"

"Of course it has! But you're always so cold and all I wanted was to talk to you. I don't even know your favourite colour and you're supposed to be my sister!" His voice is soft and sorrowful and you fold your arms across your chest.

"I don't want to be your sister."

"Then what do you want? You're always bitch but when I bring a girl over, you're suddenly overprotective."

"You do the exact same thing, dumbass! Every time! You act like a sad puppy but the moment you hear I'm going out with a guy you turn into some alpha male." You frown and grab the door handle. "This conversation is over."

"No, it's not." He puts his foot in the door and you narrow your eyes at his low voice and different demeanour.

"Yes, it is. Go do some studying for uni." You try to close the door but suddenly he's so much stronger. Has he been working out?

"You think this is all I do? Work and study? You think I'm some kind of teacher's pet who doesn't break rules?" You don't even realise when he's in your room, hands on your shoulders and his face so close to yours. "You think I'm an angel? A saint?" The words drip from his tongue with so much venom and your body softens. This is so unlike him but you can't help but be intrigued.

"Armin, please-"

"Oh, I'm Armin now? Not some shitty nickname? What’s the matter, can’t come up with a clever insult?" His thumb grazes over your cheek and you feel the hairs on your arms stand up. You like this side of Armin, and the fact that for three years you were his stepsister went down the drain. "I tried to be good, Y/N, I tried to be nice. But you don't like nice, do you?"

You shake your head with lidded eyes, drinking his touch, but a sharp pain from a slap wakes you up from your thoughts.

"Talk."

"N-no, I don't like nice!"

"It's unbelievable what a good girl you are when I press the right buttons."

You know it now, why you've always acted this way with Armin — you don't want him to see you as his stepsister, not even as his friend — you want to be his lover. In his ocean blue eyes, you can see that he wants the same thing — they are filled with lust and desire. You don't want to speak, afraid you might ruin this moment, but at the same time you have questions to ask and answers to get. Armin catches your mind drifting elsewhere and another slap across your already stinging cheek brings your full attention to him.

"I know what you like, Y/N. You fucked enough of my friends for me to know exactly what you want."

"Excuse me? You talk to your friends about how your sister fucks them?"

"Stepsister." He corrects you, his fingers tangled in your locks. "What would our parents say if they found out what a filthy slut you are?"

"I-" You want to say something, come up with a snarky remark, but the words die in your throat and your brain turns to mush. Armin leans closer, his hot breath tickling your ear.

"I bet I can fuck you better than any of them." He whispers and just then you feel your aching cunt begging to be filled with his cock.

"Armin..." You try again, but you still don't know if you want him to stop or carry on. It all feels so wrong but so right at the same time.

"Tell me what you want, Y/N." He nibbles on your earlobe, goosebumps dotting your skin.

"I don-" You choke on your words when you feel his hand slither under your shirt, fingers playing with your nipple.

"Come on, talk." Armin is now gently kissing the crook of your neck and your knees almost give in. Truthfully, no man ever made you feel so weak, so needy.

"Please, I want you!" You tried to whisper but it came out as a desperate cry.

"That's not good enough." He pinches your sensitive bud and you yelp, back hitting the door.

"I want you to f-fuck me, please, Armin! Fuck me good!"

"Much better." He presses his lips onto yours and he can taste the bubblegum you so annoyingly chewed when you let his tongue part open your mouth.

You don't have a clue when your clothes disappeared, scattered on the floor, along with your and his underwear, and frankly you don’t even care. Armin has you down on all fours on the mattress, two fingers pumping into your sweet cunt as you pathetically moan his name.

"Look at you! Such a filthy whore, all wet for your stepbro."

"Oh, God- want you inside-"

"I know, princess. Be patient." He curls his fingers in ways you didn't think were possible, but then you feel his tongue lazily dragging up and down your slit and you let yourself fall on the bed, face down, ass up. You had guys go down on you before, but the way Armin did it was incredible. He was meticulous, attentive, careful to let you know exactlywho owned your cunt. When he feels your thighs shake, he pulls away, earning a dissatisfied sigh of protest from you as you jolt back up.

"No, no. You're not coming yet." He yanks you by the hair, fingers gripping your chin and turning your head to the side. Armin presses his body against yours, and you feel his throbbing cock resting on your ass as he eagerly kisses you. "You taste good, don't you?"

You nod back, unable to form a coherent sentence, all you could do was push your ass against him, yearning to be filled.

"Armin, please, I need to feel you. Please!"

"Shit, I didn't think you'd be so fucking needy. Do you think you deserve it?"

"Yes, yes! I promise I'll be good from now on! Please!"

"You better keep your promise, Y/N." He growls, pushing you back on the mattress, the glistening tip of his cock positioned at your entrance. “Otherwise, I’ll have to punish you.” Inch by inch, he bottoms out and you throw your head back, spongy walls clenching around his cock. Thick and long, Armin was by far the biggest man you've been with, and you really didn't expect this. Yet when he started pounding into your cunt, you didn't regret coming home for the holidays.

"H-harder!" You beg him and you can feel his shit-eating grin burning into your back because he is the one making you feel this way, and he knows that after tonight, you'll always come crawling to him. Armin didn't waste any time, his thrusts became harsher and deeper, cock sliding in and out of you making your head fuzzy.

"You're so tight, so wet. Bet you don't get this wet for others."

"I don't! Oh, fuuuck, right there!"

Beads of sweat form on his forehead, fingers digging into your flesh as you buck your hips against his. It's been a while since he fucked you, your whimpers echoing in the bedroom, his name rolling down your tongue perfectly. You’re made for him. But all good things come to an end, and shortly you felt the need for release, thighs quaking and pleasure flushing through your entire body. Armin is close, too, but Armin also wants to humiliate you and remind you where your place is. He pulls out, cock in one hand, locks of your hair in his other.

"Promise you'll be good?"

"Promise!" You look at him with glossy eyes.

"Close your eyes." The man demands and you obey, hot strings of his seed spilling onto your face, and you lick your lips to taste him. Sinful, yet divine. Right, yet wrong. "Get yourself cleaned up."

You sit on the couch, legs on Armin's lap when your father and stepmother come back home. You can't even focus on the movie, all you can think about is your stepbrother's cock stretching you out and filling you good.

"Huh, I've never seen you two getting along this well." Your father comments. "Look at them, finally behaving like proper siblings."

"Took you long enough!" Armin's mother smiles. "What did you do?"

"We talked." Armin replies with his usual joyful voice but you know better than that. You know exactly the kind of person he is behind closed doors.

"Well, at least now we're finally a happy family." His mother pats you on the shoulder.

"Yeah," you grin, "one biiiiig, happy family."

[ashasmonsters]

The Skateboarder

Female reader x Female orc (Morn)

Citrus rating: Lemon

Content: brief alcohol, stupid memes

Words: 9k

Morn reached between the legs of some intertwined partygoers, retrieved a beer from the strategically placed cooler, then opened it on the strike plate of the living room door. Some of it foamed out and fell on the carpet with the bottle cap but she didn't seem to care. The owners of the sorority house didn't care either.

"...so yeah, she said I stank and got up and left." Morn finished her tale of an attempted one-night stand.

"She didn't even touch you yet?" You asked, leaning in close so she could hear you over the thumping music. As was usual for parties like these, you and Morn had carved out a corner where you could be ignored by everyone else and gossip.

"Well, yeah, but not below the belt. That's what pissed me off. She was all over me all night and as soon as I say I want her to go down on me, she insults me and leaves."

"I mean..." you grinned, unable to resist, "did you stink down there, though?"

Morn punched your shoulder and chuckled.

"Fuck off, it's not like roses and daffodils are the norm. You know, it's like I always say..." It was Morn's turn to grin mischievously.

"Don't fucking say it. I swear to God, Morn. I'm going to laugh really hard and everyone's going to look at me weird. " You pleaded. You knew what would come next; Morn's favorite turn of phrase that she managed to use more often than one would think.

"—like I always say, good pussy smells like the heat coming out of the PS4."

You were true to your word. As you caught your breath between peals of laughter, a few partygoers did in fact stare at you. Despite your prior protests, the stares didn't bother you that much. Here in Morn's gossip corner, all that mattered was whiling the time away until the other half of your group was ready to leave. Dera's whereabouts were unknown but Lash was visible in the corner of the room.

"Looks like Lash's plan is all coming together." You noted. Morn turned to look as well; she was aggressively making out with an Elf boy. He licked her tusks. You grimaced.

"Goddamn. When Lash wants something she gets it."

"She mentioned that guy... what, like, yesterday?" You asked. "From staring at him across the classroom to heavy petting in less than twenty-four hours. That's a new record."

"Makes me feel like I'm not even the same species," Morn complained, finally turning away from Lash's public display of affection. "I know Orc boldness is a stereotype but it's not one I'd mind living up to."

"That's not Orc boldness, that's Lash boldness," you chortled. "Don't be down on yourself for not having it. Besides, she's not looking for a one-night deal; if that Elf doesn't call her back tomorrow she's gonna have her week ruined."

"I guess that's true..." Morn sighed.

"Morn." You firmly squeezed her shoulder and stared at her. "I love Lash to death, but you've never called me at three in the morning crying over the end of a week-and-a-half-long relationship. It's okay to not be dating a new person all the time."

"Yeah, I know." She finished her beer and smiled a bit.

"Besides, if you were hunting down an object of desire every time we were at a party, I'd have no one to chill with. Morn's Gossip Corner is the only thing getting me out of the dorm on Friday nights."

"I'm glad to be of service." She dramatically saluted. "You're right, though. I guess it's just the party atmosphere that makes me forget sleeping around and dating have drawbacks."

"Definitely the party vibe getting to you," you affirmed. "Speaking of sleeping around, though... where's Dera?"

"If I had to guess, upstairs. Text her." Morn suggested.

You pulled out your phone and opened the group chat, aptly titled "THA HOOLIGANZ 👩‍💻👩‍✈️👩‍⚕️🕵️‍♀️" and sent a message:

You: dera where tf are u, its almost been an hour

Almost immediately the indicator that Dera was typing popped up, followed by her reply:

Dera: upstairs. firbolg football player. huge 🍆

"Oh, god." You gagged. Morn pulled out her phone in response to see the cause, then had a similar reaction. She started tapping away at her phone's keyboard.

Morn: damn, dera, chill. we just wanted to make sure you were ok.

The typing indicator preceded yet another reply from Dera.

Dera: lol ok mom

"She's got an attitude tonight, sheesh." Morn shook her head and put her phone away.

"I think tonight an early exit might be a good idea. Dera and Lash seem pretty occupied," you said. You couldn't find Lash or her Elven paramour in the room anymore.

"I think you're right. Text the group and tell 'em we're leaving."

You nodded and did so, receiving 👍 responses from both Dera and Lash after a short pause.

"Let's go." You got up from your place on the sunken-in couch and helped Morn up. The two of you navigated through the fire code-violating sorority house to the front door, where you met the cool night air and the odor of cigarettes. Morn's skateboard was next to yours, propped against the thick trunk of a long-dead tree.

"I don't wanna go back to the dorms yet. It's not that late," Morn said, checking her watch.

"Pizza?" You suggested.

"Pizza."

Before long you were both skating into the night. The entire university town was built into the side of a mountain with the greek life houses at the top, making it a breeze to fashionably exit parties like this one. There were a few drunken revelers to dodge on the way down, but once you cleared the sororities and fraternities it was smooth skating. The incandescent streetlights flew past as century-old houses gave way to newer corner stores and parks. Before long, you and Morn were skating through the thick of the city on a course set for Main Street.

The pleasant sound of plastic wheels on stamped concrete was soon married with the aroma of cheap, indulgent pizza. You wouldn't have needed any senses other than smell to know you arrived at your destination: "Get Stuffed," the type of place where a slice was a dollar and you could write on the walls. As was usual for the time when Friday became Saturday, it was packed with the university crowd; too packed to even sit inside.

You and Morn shimmied to the counter and ordered your usuals. Fortunately, Get Stuffed had nailed speedy service and it was only a few short moments before you were on your way out with greasy pizza on flimsy paper plates. You set your skateboards on the curb and sat on them, side-by-side.

"Thanks for fleeing with me," Morn said, folding her slice of pizza and tucking her loose black curls behind her ear.

"Anytime, Morn." You mimicked her pizza fold before noticing something about the beanie she wore. It was oddly familiar, so you delayed your first bite. "Hey, where's that beanie from?" Morn looked at you, chewing.

"This thing?" She tugged at the chunky burgundy yarn. "You should know."

"I should know?" You mused, finally chewing on your first bite of pizza. It was just as greasy and gratifying as you expected it to be. Then, as realization dawned on you, it almost fell out of your mouth. "You kept that thing for this long?!"

"Of course. It's a good beanie. It's lasted... what, since second grade?" She smirked. "It's one of the best birthday gifts I've gotten. Thanks, by the way."

"Thank you for holding onto it," you countered. "The memories... wow."

"That was the birthday party where we had a sleepover afterward. We played tag, and—"

"Oh, no," you moaned, remembering.

"...you ran so hard that you threw up." Morn giggled. Your cheeks still burned at the vivid memory. You almost forgot crocheting Morn's beanie, but you never forget throwing up at someone's birthday party.

"It's crazy we've been friends for so long." You gracefully changed the subject and started working on your pizza slice in earnest.

"It's not that crazy. You've always been there for me."

"I mean... I try..." you were hiding your blush, feeling warm as Morn readied to shower you with compliments.

"Like the time Chrissie Becker rejected my invitation to prom. You started crying when I started crying, and I hadn't even told you what happened yet." Morn giggled warmly. "Or when our families went camping together and you let me share your sleeping bag when I forgot mine."

"I couldn't just let you sleep on the ground!" you sheepishly defended yourself against the flattery.

"Even though you knew I kicked in my sleep." Morn looked up from her plate and smiled at you, her tusks glinting under the streetlights.

"You're more important to me than my shins," you said quietly.

"Hah!" Morn laughed heartily, bumping her skateboard into yours and wrapping an arm around you. "You're more important to me than my shins."

In Morn's embrace there on the sidewalk, you melted. She had such a way of effortlessly making you feel safe and loved. She had been there for you as well several times and was damn good at it. You enjoyed the feeling so much that you just sat there quietly until she got a little worried.

"Hey, did I tease you too much?" Her wry grin had been replaced with a slight frown and sympathetic brow.

"No, no..." you reassured her, savoring the dreamy feeling. "It's all good. I'm glad you're here with me. I'm glad we're... friends," you stumbled a bit over the last word.

"Me too," she gave your shoulder a little squeeze.

You both finished your pizza in silence, enjoying each others' side and the ambiance of the city street. After a moment you both tossed the greasy plates into a trash can and skateboarded back to the dorms. The courtyard was where your paths diverged, and after bidding one another goodnight and farewell, you parted. You shared your bed that night with a familiar feeling. Embarrassment, shame, and maybe even guilt. All for the way your heart skipped a beat when she put an arm around you, or the unstoppable smile when she recounted her memories of you. You weren't super familiar with love, at least not in the way Lash and Dera were, but the way Morn made you feel in recent months was more than simple friendship. You agonized over the thought that she wouldn't return those feelings. It was a miracle you managed to sleep at all.

Saturday morning arrived, and with it, a text. You groggily pulled your phone into bed with you to read it after rubbing the sleep from your eyes. It was from THA HOOLIGANZ.

Dera: hey sorry about my sass last nite. i figured y'all left early and that's cool, i was kinda doing my own thing anyway

Lash: LOL sameeee. anyway, does anyone want to meet up for coffee or something? i’d rather be hungover around you guys than my parents 😭

You considered the offer; it would be nice to actually see Lash and Dera after missing them last night. Your moment on the curb with Morn still bothered you, and a distraction from that would be nice.

You: im down, where u wanna go

Dera: u know that cute little cafe on that corner? main street i think?? the one thats literally 100% pink???

Morn: you're thinking of tokidoki cafe! i'm down to go, that’s my spot!

You sighed. This outing wouldn't be very good for distracting you from Morn if Morn was seated across from you.

Dera: thats the one. lets gooooooo

Lash: yes. literally right now. start running

Morn: thanks, but I think I'll skate there. see y'all in a bit

You: same

The morning air was crisp and cool in the way spring mornings always were. It was a shame Lash and Dera were too busy downing aspirin and chugging water to truly enjoy it. Your skateboard served you well as a means of transport on mornings like this; you and your friends were the rare few students who didn't usually sleep in on Saturdays, so you enjoyed the empty sidewalks. The soft plastic wheels gripped the concrete well enough to accommodate any street corners.

The cafe was 100% pink, as promised. The sweet, pillowy smell of crepes mingled with the robust aroma of coffee and met you as you hopped off your skateboard. The tiny size of the place made it easy to tell you were the first to arrive. You ordered the latte-crepe combo that took up the most space on the menu and sat while you waited. You were idly scrolling through your phone when you heard the rhythmic thumping of a skateboard wheels on slabs of sidewalk.

She looked painfully good as she stepped through the cafe's front door. The morning sun made her long black hair golden around the edges and she still wore that damn beanie. Her tusks poked out from her smiling lips when her eyes met yours. Illuminated by sunbeams, her well-toned arm showed every muscle and vein as she gripped her skateboard by the trucks to carry it in.

"Good morning!" she beamed at you. The employee behind the counter smiled at her knowingly.

"The usual, Morn?" he asked.

"Yep!" She quickly answered before sitting across from you, the pins on her denim jacket jingling. "You got here quickly."

"Yeah..." you answered weakly, your conversational skills still recovering from the way Morn held you last night.

"You weren't drinking last night, were you? You alright?" Of course, Morn immediately picked up that something was the matter. It would be stranger if she didn't.

"I'm fine. Where are Lash and Dera?" You deflected. As if on cue, your phone buzzed. THA HOOLIGANZ chimed in.

Lash: lol srry, throwing up. cant make it

Dera: yeah same.

"Unbelievable. Those girls can't seem to show up anywhere lately." Morn had a slightly disapproving tone. She tapped away on her phone.

Morn: this is going on your attendance sheet

Lash: see u in detention, dera

Dera: enjoy your crepes you two!

You chuckled at the exchange.

"That's more like it. I like when you smile." Morn chimed in. "Do more of that."

The waiter saved you from needing to respond by stopping at your table with your orders. A steaming, folded crepe landed before you covered in a sauce just as pink as the rest of the cafe. A warm latte arrived with it and you wrapped your hands around the warm mug. It soothed you a little.

"Morn..." you began, not quite sure what you were going to say. Was this it? Were you going to lay your feelings on the table right here, right now?

"What is it? You can tell me anything." Morn leaned in over the table. "I can tell something's been bothering you lately."

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You didn't even know how to begin; should you preface it with an apology? Some sort of explanation or disclaimer?

"I don't even know if I can tell you. Like, if I can get the words out," you said before sipping your latte. You savored the taste, hoping the espresso would ground you somehow. At the very least you wouldn't be expected to talk with your mouth full.

"There's no rush. I just... I want to help. I've known you long enough that I'm sure there's something I can do." Morn hadn't even touched her crepe yet.

"Let's just, um, eat." You answered.

"Good idea. I'm sure you'll feel like yourself once you've eaten and the coffee starts kicking in." Morn nodded to herself, cutting open her fruit-filled crepe. You similarly started to work on yours. The two of you ate in silence and, for a moment, you did feel better. Fully focusing on the aromas, flavors, and textures of your breakfast stilled your trembling hands. The slightest bit of confidence grew within you halfway through the meal.

"I... um..." the words slowly formed in your mouth. Morn paused, setting down her fork and knife and looking at you intently. "I fell in love. With someone I don't think I should be in love with."

Morn listened but said nothing. She was thinking.

"How do you know it's love?"

"What?" you asked.

"How do you know it's not just a crush? Or, you know, lust?" Morn inquired. You considered the question carefully. Memories of platonic cuddles, impromptu sleepovers, and late-night conversations with Morn came to mind.

"It's love because it's lasted way longer than any crush. I trust this person, and they trust me. I'm not like Lash, pining for the new guy from across the classroom; I know this person really well."

"I see." She paused again. "Why would it be bad to love them? Wouldn't a good history make a romantic relationship easier?"

"Only if they felt the same way..." you sighed and nestled your head in your elbows.

"Ah, right..." Morn looked sheepish. "Well, personally—and I do mean personally, so it might not apply to them—if I had a long-time friend that I had feelings for, I would just tell them."

"Really?" Your eyes widened.

"I mean, yeah. If I and this person had such a long history of trust, then I would trust them to still be friends with me afterward if they didn't feel the same way. I'm sure it would be awkward for a while, but I really don't think it would be, you know... destructive or anything."

More memories came to you. More times where you felt completely open and vulnerable with Morn, and when she did with you. Times when you comforted each other and shared secrets under blanket forts and playground swings and gymnasium bleachers. Words formed inside your mouth, desperate to make themselves known to the world. Perhaps now would become another one of these memories. You'd look back on it in the future and remember the smell of pink crepes in the pink cafe.

"Morn... I have these feelings for you. I'm talking about you."

You fought the urge to cover your mouth, and you didn't stutter or stammer in the slightest. Though working up the courage was difficult, letting the words go was one of the easiest things you had ever done. Morn didn't react much; an eyebrow rose slowly as she finished chewing. The silence was agonizing.

"I'm happy you trust me enough to share that with me," Morn said calmly. You wanted to shout that's all?! but held your tongue. She took a sip of her latte, clearly in no rush to say more.

"So..." you began, well and truly lost. All your effort had gone into mustering courage and now you had nothing left. Even your anxiety and worry had gone, and you were strangely content, though eager, to hear Morn speak.

"So..." Morn parroted, "does that mean you want to... you know, date me? Like, romantic dates, not besties dates. Kissing dates."

Again, your impulses screamed duh!

"Um, yeah..." you said sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. "I'd like that, but... only if you'd like that too."

She sipped her latte again, still calm.

"You know, over the years, I've imagined what we would be like if we were romantic with each other. Like, girlfriend-girlfriends. How could I not? We've known each other for so long."

You nodded, bidding her speak more.

"I never knew you wanted that. I can't imagine how you felt; I could tell something was wrong but I couldn't figure out what." Morn set the mug and her cutlery down, intentionally and warmly looking you in the eye. "I think...

You didn't even breathe.

"I think we should give it a shot." Morn smiled widely. "Does that sound good to you?"

"Yes, yes it does," you finally drew breath. If Morn was feeling a similar tumult of emotions that you were, she was hiding it considerably well. Morn wiped her lips and tusks with a napkin and got up from the table.

"Well, I've got to visit mom and pops tonight, but we've still got Sunday tomorrow. How about we have our first real date then?"

"Uh, sure!" You sat there, dumbfounded. Was it really going to be this easy?

"Cool. I'll let you pick where we go, just like most of our... non-date hangouts," she said, turning to the cashier. She gestured widely to the table. "Put it all on my tab."

"You have a crepe tab?"

Morn chuckled. Making her way to the door, the sunlight caught her hair and skin deliciously.

"I'm a regular. Anyway," she grabbed her skateboard, "see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow." You answered. She gave you one last toothy grin and stepped out before gliding out of sight, disappearing past the edge of the window. You rested your chin in your hands and sighed like a lovestruck teenager in a coming-of-age movie. Before long, your window-gazing session was interrupted by an employee.

"All done, ma'am?" he asked politely.

"Uh, yes. Sorry, I was spacing out."

"No, it's all good. Thanks for coming by, and if you don't mind me saying..." he looked somewhat pensive.

"What?"

"Don't tell Morn I said this since she's proven that she could snap me in half like a twig, but... speaking as the crepe guy she visits several times a week, I think she's a good match for you."

"But you've never met me before. Maybe once or twice, but—"

"She's told me all about you. All good things, don't worry. It's less about you and more about how Morn talks about you. She gushes when she mentions you, seriously." He paused awkwardly then started to clean up the table. "I've said too much."

"No, thank you," you said. "It's good to know."

"Glad I could help. Anyway... um, thanks for coming in." He waved at you as you got up and left. You nodded and made your exit.

Back at your dorm, you couldn't decide if you wanted to pace or lay in bed and kick your legs. You had so much energy inside you, trapped. It was equally nervous and thrilling. You wondered how Morn kept herself so well composed; something in the back of your mind nagged at you, wondering if it was because she didn't really feel that strongly for you. Enough, you thought to yourself. Morn was your best friend for almost as long as you could remember. She wouldn't toy with you like that. Hell, she explained her entire thought process on the topic before you even confessed to her.

You decided to pace to distract yourself. Those thoughts weren't helpful. Right now you had to choose a place for your first officially non-platonic date. It was never this hard to pick a place to hang out with Morn before...

Then, an idea. It sprung into your mind out of nowhere, and it just felt right. You made sure that the place was open on Sunday, checked the ticket prices... it was perfect. You readied your phone to text Morn the details... but Lash had already sent you a private message. You opened the notification.

Lash: yo how did crepes go?? sorry i no-showed

Your brow furrowed a bit. Lash's random interest was a bit strange, even more so since she was hungover. A dehydrated, vomiting Lash was bedridden for a good half-day in your experience.

You: the cafe was cool! the crepes were good

Unsure if you should be forthcoming about your new development with Morn, you figured they could find out tomorrow once your first "real date" was underway. A change like that would likely be a big deal in your friend group, so a text message wouldn't do the announcement justice anyway.

Lash: how's Morn?

You: shes fine? did something happen??

Lash: no lol, just wondering lol

Two "lol" in one text? You wanted to indulge your suspicions and investigate further, but you decided to leave it at that. You had a date to arrange.

You: still at your parents' place?

Morn: yeah, I'll be back in town tomorrow though

You: k, cool. does meeting at the aviary at 2pm work?

Morn: yeah definitely! what made you pick the aviary?

You: idk if you remember, it was so long ago, but it was the first school field trip we went on as friends

There was a pause as Morn's typing bubble hovered on your screen.

Morn: 😭OMG YOURE SO CUTE IM GONNA CRY😭

Morn: i cant wait to see you tomorrow!!!

You: me too 💕

Your phone landed on your bed with a thump and that nervous energy returned with a vengeance. More pacing, more leg-kicking, even some giggles. This situation felt both extremely real and like a scene from a movie; you never imagined this sort of thing happened in real life, especially in yours. Against all previous expectations, things were going fine. It was thrilling, scary, and made your heart race, but it was going fine. The homework you had to do took a back seat to your excited daydreaming and scheming about tomorrow. You thought about how you would greet her, how you would hug, if and how you would go for a kiss, walking while holding her hand... predictably, sleeping that night was incredibly difficult.

In the morning, you finally executed the plans you fantasized about prior. You decided to err on the side of being overdressed, picking an outfit that wasn't formal but still a little more special than what you would usually wear. You showered, brushed your teeth, swished some mouthwash, and even flossed! Breath mints, a small assortment of Morn's favorite snacks, and an extra water bottle found their way into your bag. If you were going to overthink, then you would take advantage and be overprepared as well. Squeaky clean, dressed to impress, and with a heftier bag than usual, you skateboarded down to the aviary intent on arriving ten minutes early.

The journey was uneventful save for your steadily increasing heart rate. By the time you were waiting for her by the entrance gate, you were fully flustered. You stood still with a kind smile on your face, but anything more complex would have been asking too much of you. The mental rehearsal in your mind's eye ran over and over again: smile, say hi, hug. Smile, say hi, hug. These were all things you had done with Morn before, but with platonic intent instead of this newfound "why not?" intimacy. With how calm and composed Morn had appeared throughout this whole process, you felt as if you were at a disadvantage somehow. You worried in a juvenile sort of way that she was too cool for you.

The way she pulled up to the aviary in her car didn't help that worry at all. Her ride, an old, angular, black thing that roared like a beast, was her pride and joy. She had practically built the thing herself with the number of parts she swapped out of it. It was fully manual and she had the skills to maneuver it gracefully into the parking space. Out from it stepped your actual, honest-to-god, bonafide date.

She smiled at you and your brain melted. You held up a hand in a sort of mellow wave, offering a faint grin. By the time she closed the distance, your simple three-step plan was gone with the wind. Luckily she also decided that greeting with a hug was the correct choice and you were in her embrace quickly. You paused before realizing you should probably return the gesture and wrap your arms around her as well.

"It's so good to see you! You look great," she said, pulling away and looking you over.

"You too..." you breathed, taking your own chance to get a proper look. Her outfit was just as sleek and dark as her car: a pair of black jeans with accompanying boots, a matching leather jacket, and of course, that classic burgundy beanie to top it off.

"Shall we?" She extended a green, competent hand to you. She wasn't wearing her driving gloves today, which was good for your composure; otherwise, you would have well and truly swooned. You accepted her grasp and she gave your hand a firm squeeze before strolling with you to the ticket booth. Thanks to your student IDs, you got in with discounted admission.

The aviary itself was fairly large, and on this particular Sunday, you and Morn practically had the place to yourselves. Other than the idle chatter of a few other scattered visitors, there was only the sound of wind in the leaves and bird calls. The two of you meandered between the exhibits, chatting but not about much in particular. Instead, you were simply content to enjoy each other's company and look at the birds. The birds liked looking at you, too; at one point a pair of free-roaming peacocks followed you and Morn around the aviary.

"Looks like it's a double date," Morn quipped, gesturing to the two plumy birds. They were both mostly brown and lacking the massive, fan-shaped tails.

"They're a pair of girls too. Male peacocks are the ones with the crazy feathers," you noted.

"It's almost like having Lash and Dera tagging along." Morn chuckled. "In fact, if they keep failing to show up these birds would make good replacements."

You looked at the two peacocks, who had started preening each other's feathers.

"Do you think they're besties or girlfriends?" You playfully asked. "That's some pretty intense preening."

"Maybe they're both, like us." Morn wrapped an arm around you and offered you her shoulder. You melted again. "If you had feathers, I'd be preening you right now."

"If I knew how to return that compliment, I would." You said, deliciously rattled by her closeness and warmth.

"I have an idea... if you're cool with it." Morn kept holding you close, turning to make eye contact with you. You faced her and realized how close you were. Trapped in her gaze, you couldn't speak. You gave a faint nod.

The first thing you felt was her tusks on your cheeks. They met the corners of your mouth, pressing gently just before her lips met yours. In reality, the kiss was a quick peck. In your mind, time froze. You could no longer hear the birds calling or wind blowing, only the sound of your heart beating like a drum and a feeling like fire in your chest. Morn pulled away from the kiss with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry if my tusks poked you. I'm still getting the hang of that."

"Hey, practice makes perfect, right?" you let slip with a suaveness that surprised even you. Morn's eyes widened in surprise before she let out a hearty laugh.

"That's the spirit!" She cheered, squeezing you hard. "I'm gonna hold you to it, so be aware: I'm gonna kiss you a bunch more before we're out of here."

"That's fine by me." You couldn't do anything else but giggle. Morn gave you another peck immediately after, angling her head a bit so her tusks didn't have such a lead on her lips. Your first kiss with Morn was perfect as far as you were concerned, but this second one was a bit more graceful.

"Better?" she asked.

"Better."

Your stroll through the aviary continued in this fashion: chatting about this and that, generally gushing about each other and punctuated by more quick kisses. It was strange to have a first date with someone that you knew so well, but you weren't complaining in the slightest. Each kiss felt natural and fun, not nerve-wracking and awkward as in the dates of your past. Before all this, you scoffed at yourself for wishing that there was a switch you could toggle to go from best friends to girlfriends, but so far it seemed to work precisely like that.

To the sound of your giggling, the sun was poised to set soon. The aviary closed early because it was Sunday, and you found yourself with Morn leaning against the gleaming hood of her car. You saw your reflection in it, the two of you framed by the orange sky. She came to your side, attaching to you like a magnet.

"It's probably time we headed home, huh?" she suggested.

"Yeah, probably," you replied reluctantly. "I almost don't want it to end."

"It doesn't have to." Morn smiled. "Did you really think I'd kiss you goodnight and leave you on the curb?"

You giggled. That would certainly be the plan for a first date with a stranger, but this was Morn.

"You could come by and hang out with me in my dorm for a bit?" she asked.

"I'd love to." You answered. Her dorm building and yours were right next to each other, after all. She stood up from the hood of her car and opened the passenger side door, offering the seat to you. Not long after stowing your skateboard in the trunk, you were cruising through the city streets bound for the university. Morn's focus made the ride a smooth one, her hands expertly gripping the steering wheel and gear shifter. She wore a focused but pleased expression as she deftly maneuvered the growling vehicle.

"Oh!" Her concentration broke. "We should get food! We haven't eaten at all."

Tires squealed as she veered right, making a turn she wasn't expecting to make. You gripped your armrest and giggled. The engine roared and, within moments, delivered you to a drive-through whose location Morn seemed to know by heart. She was so familiar with it that she blew past the lit-up menu and instead went directly to order.

"Don't worry, I'll get you something you'll like." She reassured you before making it out of the drive-through, takeout bag in hand, in record time. The bag landed in your lap and delicious smells wafted from it. You were tempted to peek inside and sample its contents, but even while entranced with Morn's driving skills you knew eating in her car was a no-no. Untoasted Pop-Tarts during a late-night study session on her bed were okay but her car was like a temple. You folded the top of the bag to make it easier to resist the temptation.

After she had parked and gotten out of the car, you followed her with takeout bag in one hand and skateboard in the other. This late on a Sunday night, the sky was a deep navy. Stark white light from the lamp posts illuminated the web of pathways that connected the dorms, parking lots, student union, and myriad other places you'd typically skateboard solo to.

A few beeping locks later, you made it to Morn's dorm room. Like yours, it was spartan and tiny, but it belonged to her and her alone. You set the bag down on the solitary table and determined to chow down, but Morn caught your attention. She sat on the twin-sized bed that you had shared with her many times before; platonically, of course. She had an expression that you couldn't quite decipher.

"You okay?" You asked, not sure where to begin.

"I'm great, actually," she said, brushing her hair out of the way so she could look at you. "Sorry if I overdid it with the kisses earlier—"

"You didn't," you interjected.

"I just... It felt great to kiss you. I don't know if it's just my nerves, or the newness of it all, or something else, but... I'm kicking myself for not making the first move on you sooner." She looked away, blushing a forest green on her cheeks. You sat next to her on the bed before she could say anything more.

"Hey, don't feel bad just because I was moping for a bit. The fact I was so worried is proof that you can't really know how someone feels about you until you ask. Even if you were friends since forever ago." You reversed the usual arrangement by wrapping your arm around her. She chuckled softly.

"I can't believe I was stressing myself out over random sorority chicks at parties rejecting me. Being with you just feels so much better than the dating apps and the parties and shit like that," Morn sighed. "I know it's technically only our first date but I really think we're something special."

"We are special," you held her tighter, "we went on our first date after... what, a decade and a half of knowing each other? That kind of history sure beats cheesy Tinder pick-up lines."

"Sure does," Morn punctuated her sentence with a kiss. Instead of giving you a quick peck, she pressed her lips into yours even harder. Within the privacy of her dorm room, your heart fluttered at the notion of Morn being able to do whatever she wanted to you. You felt the beginnings of her tongue at your lips, then she pulled away and took a deep breath. Her face was inches from yours as you caught your breath.

"I really like kissing you," Morn uttered. "Now that we're alone... are you okay if I really kiss you?"

"Really kiss me?" you teased. She got even closer.

"Please?" She played along with her best begging tone.

"Go ham." She kissed you again, giggling at your choice of words with her lips pressed against yours once more. She immediately cradled your head in her strong hands, gently placing you into a reclining position. There wasn't much room, but she managed to fit alongside you in the twin-sized bed all without breaking the kiss. You opened your eyes after pulling away to breathe, and all you could see were her dandelion-colored irises.

"I'm gonna go again," She said, smiling. "I just had to get a good look at you first."

"You can do whatever you want, Morn." You grabbed her arm and placed her hand on you. "Just don't keep me waiting."

Morn kissed you hard for the third time, the hand you held now caressing your body ravenously. As her tongue gently played at your lips, her hand found its way to your chest and played with your breasts. She hardly gave you time to gasp, coming back to your mouth with fervor. Her tongue met yours in earnest now, both of you closing the space on the bed between you. Her body flush with yours, you could feel every muscle as she held you close.

You felt one of her legs settle in between your thighs, and you whined into her mouth as she teasingly rubbed you against it. Even fully clothed the sensation was electric, no doubt due to the person giving it to you. Many nights alone had involved fantasies just like this. Now they were coming true.

Desperately, you began grinding yourself against her leg. You chased the sensation as far as you could, moaning into Morn's kiss. Just as you felt yourself approaching the edge, she removed herself from you. Her leg pulled away and the kiss stopped. You opened your eyes, bewildered. Morn had gotten off the bed and kneeled just next to it, her eyes level with your aching need. She grabbed the waistband of your bottoms before looking you in the eyes again.

"You said you didn't want me to keep you waiting," she grinned, tusks glistening. "This okay?"

"It's more than okay... stop teasing me!" You whined. She nodded, pulling your bottoms off entirely before hovering in between your legs. You could feel her breathe on you through your underwear. God, she was so close; you twitched with each puff of warm breath. Her tusks brushed against the inside of your thighs. With a tentative finger she eased your underwear out of the way, gently planting kisses all around your bare mound. She held your legs in place as they twitched and reacted to her electric touch. She deliberately avoided your tender nub with her warm lips. She was playing with you.

"Morn, please," you begged. She paused to look up at you and give a toothy grin.

"You're so cute when you're frustrated," she teased, quickly going back for more. She felt unimaginably warm against your already hot entrance. It wasn't unlike all those other times you melted at Morn's touch, only now it was so intense you couldn't help but let out gasps and squeaks. She held nothing back this time. Hungrily, she lapped at your slit, each lick finishing with a flourish on your sensitive little nub. You mewled in time with her curling tongue.

"Oh! That's— ah! So good!" You moaned, your back beginning to arch as you squirmed around on the mattress.

"You flatter me," Morn uttered between licks, looking proud. You saw something in her eye before she let go of one of your thighs and brought her hand to your entrance. Her tongue didn't let up at all as she slowly introduced one of her substantial fingers. It fit comfortably inside you at first, but you gasped hard when it started moving. Morn added another soon after, stretching you deliciously.

"I'm gonna come if you keep that up," you panted, your face burning red and lungs desperate for air.

"My pleasure," Morn said before redoubling her efforts. Her fingers curled inside you, making a "come hither" motion that made your hips rock. By this point, Morn's tongue had trouble staying on you as you writhed. You gasped with every finger curl, well and truly lost in the heat of the moment.

"Ah! Morn!" You cried, rocking yourself against her fingers desperate for more. She gave up on trying to lick your nub, instead palming one of your breasts with her other hand and pinning you to the bed. With the new leverage, she worked your insides with her fingers, pumping them in and out of you with her muscular arm. You could see sweat beading on her taut green skin.

"Come for me. I wanna see you come," Morn urged. You could do little else but cry out and oblige her. Your body spasmed hard as you cried out gibberish interspersed with her lovely name. Her fingers didn't stop rubbing against your inner walls, leaving you breathless and faint and tightly wound around her. The coiling pleasure within you finally snapped. Your back arched, completely leaving the bed as Morn pressed her lips into yours. She kissed you hungrily as you wailed into her mouth. There was nothing in your mind but the feeling of her fingers coaxing you through the height of your bliss and holding you there for as long as possible. When the pleasure finally started to subside and your breath returned to you, Morn finally withdrew her fingers and lips and wiped her forehead. She smiled at you wordlessly.

"I love you, Morn," you said, panting. There was nothing else to say, nothing else on your mind. If you had given yourself that sort of bliss on a lonely night, you would be drowsy and lethargic. Instead, with Morn turning her love for you into pleasure that made you cry out and curl, you had never felt more alive. She gave you a moment to catch your breath. Leaving your lips unkissed, she sat by your side and stroked your hair.

"I love you too," she planted a quick kiss on your forehead. "Are you tired?"

You shook your head enthusiastically. Sure, you would likely be sore in a few hours, but you wouldn't dream of denying Morn more of you.

"Good, because I wanna get off too." She chuckled and pecked your lips. Undressing herself completely, she helped you out of what clothes remained until you were both completely bare. You were completely flush against her on the bed once more, your skin perfectly complimenting her green form. Her body was toned and full, muscled yet smooth. Even after all you had just been through, the sight of her still made your heart skip.

"I've always wanted to try this. Spread your legs," she commanded, gently grasping your ankles. You complied and she lifted one of your legs aloft just in front of her as if about to hug it. Still holding your leg pointed toward the ceiling, she straddled your dripping warmth with her own. She eased herself onto you and those lovely electric feelings returned. She moaned for the first time, her pleasured sounds like music to your ears.

The position was a little awkward and bent your back in a strange way, but the feeling of her slick sex pressed against yours was delicious.

"I'm gonna start moving," Morn said. She initiated a gentle rocking motion that made you both gasp. The friction between the two of you felt gorgeous and you soon found yourself reciprocating with your hips. Interlocked and sharing the same squeaks and mewls, you wanted desperately to kiss her but couldn't. You had to lay there at her mercy as Morn clung to your leg and ground herself into you. She doubled up on her pace.

"Oh, shit," Morn groaned, both with pleasure and with effort. She had the same expression as when she was driving; when her head wasn't thrown back with a sigh, she was looking at you with love but also intent. Her grinding made you moan and her glare made you shiver delightfully. You had never felt anything like this before, nor had you even fantasized about Morn pressed up against you like this.

"This feels amazing... ah! Morn..." you sighed between yelps when the friction between you peaked.

"I—I..." Morn gasped, her entire face contorted and flushed. She had brought you to your peak once already, and now you wanted nothing more than to see her reach her own ecstasy.

"Please, Morn, come," you pleaded, mirroring her own urgency when she had brought you to orgasm earlier.

"No, I... Shit, I've got a cramp." She sighed, this time tinged with disappointment as she stopped her grinding. "Ouch." She gently disentangled herself from you, rubbing her thigh. The realization that her creased brow had come from pain and not pleasure embarrassed you a bit, an emotion that Morn echoed.

"Hey, it's okay." You sat up and held her shoulder. Her eyes were downcast as she massaged the cramp out of her muscled thigh. "Just so you know, I'm having a great time."

"You were having a great time." She winced as she shifted her kneeling weight on the bed. "Serves me right for thinking I could fuck like a pornstar on the first date, huh?"

"I already came once, Morn," you reminded her. Sitting alongside her, equally naked and sweaty, there was a clarity in the air that made it effortless to speak your mind. You felt bold, yet comfortable. You felt like you wanted more of Morn's body. "Let me take care of you. I think I can make this work."

"Take the lead, babe," Morn relented. The way she said babe made you giddy inside, but you were focused on her now. "Just mind the leg, it still freakin' hurts."

"Morn, when I say I'm gonna take care of you, I mean it. Just lie down," you said, easing her onto her back. With the positions reversed, you had a moment to look her up and down. Laid bare before you and anticipating your next move, the sight of her awoke something within you. Something that told you not to hold back.

You practically pounced atop her, squarely laying yourself on her body. She met you with a kiss that you eagerly returned. You channeled all your built-up desire to please her into that kiss, at the same time aligning your mound with hers. It took a few tries, but eventually, you found the angle where your clit could meet hers without requiring pornstar-style flexibility. Pleasure jolted through both of you and she broke the kiss to gasp.

"Told you I could make it work," you grinned, focusing now on the movement of your hips. You started slowly at first as to not tire yourself out but quickly increased the pace as the coiling warmth inside you grew. Instead of kissing her, you buried your face in her shoulder so you could hear her sing. With every roll of your hips she moaned, louder and louder as you humped her harder and harder.

"Oh, god, babe," Morn panted. You could feel her frenzied breath on your neck as she cried out. You could feel your own orgasm building but all you cared about was her.

"Tell me how you feel," you commanded, maintaining your hips' pace. "I want you to come so bad."

"Keep going," Morn grunted. "I'm close, I'm so fucking close!"

You furthered your efforts, grinding your desperate nub into hers with vigor. You panted as you began to feel tingles in your extremities and your breath became impossibly tight. Morn matched your desperation, her hips weakly pushing upwards so that her mound would meet yours sooner. Just a little more! More! You shouted to yourself mentally as Morn's hands squeezed your waist to signal her impending orgasm.

You frantically let go of her body with one hand, giving up precious leverage in order to make sure Morn couldn't escape the pleasure you were giving her. There was nothing you wanted more than to reach the peak together. You gently caught her pearl between your fingers and rolled it as you ground into her, drawing out deep moans from her. She spasmed in your grasp, gasping in time with your own pleased sighs.

"Oh god!" She cried out, throwing her head back into the piled-up blankets. Her whole body tensed and you could feel each of her rippling muscles press against you in a desperate bid to ride out her orgasm. You followed soon after, the air forced from your lungs as an explosion of tingling warmth knocked the wind out of you. All you could do was cry out with her and press your nub into hers where your hand was still at work. You rubbed and rolled, trying your best to prolong the mutual climax before finally catching your breath and collapsing into Morn's tired embrace.

With your body limp and your face buried in her neck, you could feel her breasts rise and fall with each breath. You held each other loosely for a moment, just listening to her breathe. After only a few heartbeats, she started giggling.

"What's so funny?" you asked, lifting your heavy head to look at her.

"Nothing," she stifled her giggles, a tear rolling down her cheek. "That was just really, really good."

"Are you crying?" You asked, concerned but secretly proud of your handiwork.

"No, I'm not crying. I'm tearing up, there's a difference," she chuckled. "Thank you."

"Thank you. You're the one that started it," you cooed, stroking her hair. "plus, you ate me out first so I think I owe you."

"It's on the house," Morn sighed contently. "But you're still on me... could you roll over, please?"

"Oh, sorry!" you quickly shifted your weight off of her and onto the mattress.

"Don't worry about it, I just figured the bed was softer than me." She chuckled again.

You said nothing, instead opting to resume your embrace with her from the side. She reciprocated, rolling over so she could be the big spoon. She wrapped her arms around you snugly.

"Ah, shit," Morn cursed under her breath.

"What? What's wrong?" You craned your neck a bit to see her golden eyes in your periphery.

"Our food is definitely cold by now," she grumbled, "and I don't have a microwave."

“I’ve got snacks in my bag.” You replied.

Morn readied a compliment, but delayed when both your phones buzzed. THA HOOLIGANZ had something to say.

“What is it now?” Morn rolled over and grabbed her phone, reading the messages as they rolled in. You did the same.

“What the…?”

Lash: did you two kiss yet???

Dera: they did more than that 😳😳😳

Morn shot you a look of disbelief before tapping away frantically.

Morn: wtf are you guys talking about?

You: ^

Lash: the crepe date! u two are dating now right?

You: what do u mean crepe date? the breakfast u failed to show up to u mean??

Lash: lol, relax. we just thought you two needed some time alone. for the record, i was actually hung over. me and dera just agreed you two needed to talk it out

Dera: seriously, u look at Morn the way she looks at crepes, and she looks at u the way Lash looks at literally anyone

Lash: or the way u look at dudes bulges

Dera: shut up

“I…” Morn began, jaw agape. “I don’t know if I should be mad or amazed. I’m both.”

“They set us up like lonely freshmen.” You shook your head, chuckling.

Lash: u two are dating now right???

Morn: yes dumbass

You: can confirm

Lash: CUTEEEEE

Dera: morn fucks on the first date. respect.

You: wait how- what?

Dera: ur in Morn’s dorm right

Your texting was interrupted by three solid thumps coming through the wall.

Dera: i’m right next door and these dorms are made of fucking paper

Morn: hey, i’ve dealt with hearing every single time you slept with some guy. fair is fair

Dera: no judgment from me!

Lash: suddenly i’m glad i still live with my parents…

You put your phone down as you really didn’t have much to say. Morn gave up on it as well, your phones resting together on the floor. She resumed spooning you and a moment later, you felt her chest start to heave with laughter; a hearty laugh loud enough for Dera to hear through the walls. You joined her, laughing until your diaphragm ached. The whole situation, the realization that Dera and Lash knew before either of you did and that they had a master plan… utterly ridiculous. It was like something out of a movie, yet with your arms wrapped around one of Morn’s, completely real. You feared this was all a dream, and as soon as you succumbed to sleep in Morn’s cozy twin bed, it would dissolve.

Morn could tell sleep started to take you.

“I love you,” she whispered into your ear. She squeezed you tight. You had never been more sure of anything in your life that Morn would still be cuddling you when you woke up.

[bluecookies02]

Teacher!Aizawa x Student!Reader -Feathery mess/NSFW/-

warnings: teacher/student relationship(the student is of legal age).

quirk: angel wings

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You've been squirming in your seat like crazy for the past 30 minutes, your thighs rubbing together as you watched the man lazily write stuff on the board, his sleeves raised up to his shoulders and his hair tied in a messy bun.

You've been eying the man for years, always too afraid to step up or say anything (for obvious reasons), and even now as you're nearing the end of your education, there's this annoying feeling in your tummy that's making you all giddy and impatient.

It's the last class of the day, all of the students tired and just wanting to go back to their dorms while you're here, dreaming about being stuffed by the black-haired man's cock.

Your wings puffed in your seat as you chewed on your pencil.

You didn't exactly care about anything he was saying, the only thought as you looked at his moving mouth was the fantasy of it lapping at your cunt.

Such sinful thoughts shouldn't cloud the mind of someone so seemingly innocent and pure.

Your feathers ruffled up as you placed your head in your arms, alerting some of the students and obviously motivating Bakugou to ~quietly~ shout you out.

You paid no mind, still staring at the man in a haze...He must've felt something...

He was always so gentle and caring, offering to rub and clean your feathers on countless occasions after training, always checking up on you or coming to your table if you needed help with anything.

While he might've done that to everybody, you felt like he had a particular fondness of you. Maybe it was just your imagination...

Your wings fluffed back down, slumping against your back as they curled around your tiny form.

You spent your years in this school pinning for someone you might never have, instead of going out to parties and meeting new people. And the biggest problem was, you weren't only painfully attracted to him, but you also caught yourself falling in love with the man.

Maybe if you were a bit older? What if he already had someone and it was impossible from the start? You didn't want to know...it would crush you completely.

The bell seemed to have rung a few moments ago, all of the students already having their bags packed and on their back, leaving through the door one by one.

You stuffed your notebook in messily, crumbling it as you pulled the zipper. You stared at the floor as you made your way in-between desks, just wanting to take a long warm bath and cry.

"Y/N, everything alright?" your eyes darted to the voice, your mouth suddenly drying up as you just gave a weak nod.

Before stepping anywhere further, the door was pushed closed in front of you, the tall man hovering over you as he looked at you with warm eyes.

"You know you can talk to me, I want to help..." he trailed off, reaching for your hand as you hopelessly gave it to him.

He sat you down on his chair, him leaning against the table.

"I'm sorry Mr. Aizawa...I don't think there's anything you can do to help me in this situation."

Your wings felt heavy on your back, actually, your own bones felt heavy too.

He reached out to pet your head comfortingly, noticing the way your cheeks flushed and your feathers straightened.

"Can you look at me real quick, please" you raised your head a bit, looking at the man with scared eyes.

Your wings betraying you as they gave a small twitch.

"Y/N, please correct me if I'm wrong because I don't want to make you uncomfortable in any way" you nodded, waiting for him to go on.

"Is it a crush problem?" you nodded again, eyes falling down to your lap.

"Is that person in our class?" he questioned, his shoulders stiff.

"Theoretically..." you mumble, your form shaking a bit as you took in a deep breath.

"And theoretically...I personally...am actually capable of helping you out?" you clutched at the chair for a second before trying to will your legs to move and get you out of here.

His fingers hooked your chin up gently, your teary eyes closing and squinting shut.

"So you literally gave yourself a heartache for nothing angel" he mumbled softly, pulling you up in front of his face.

"Can I kiss you sweetheart?" you stared at him in shock, brainstorming through what's about to happen, your heart skipping beats as his breath ghosted over your lips.

"Pleasee" your needy voice filled his ear before he smashed your lips together, his arms snaking around your back and under your wings, pulling your body flush against his, holding you tightly as he deepened the kiss.

Your wings fluffed back, full and strong, flexing as they tried to look pretty and inviting.

He chuckled into the kiss, dragging his dull nails across the junction of your wings, kneading at the soft feathers.

You hummed in his mouth, pressing harder against him as you tangled your hand through his hair.

Once the two of you stopped to breathe, you were pushed onto the desk, your legs spreading to let him come back closer.

"It's my turn to lock all of the doors on this floor, no one will come here" he mumbled, gently kissing at your neck.

"Please...don't make me wait...I'll beg if I have to" you whined, fisting the fabric of his thin shirt.

"No need sweetheart, we'll have time to take things slow some other occasion." his long fingers slipped beneath your skirt, rubbing over your panties as he felt the soaked patch of cotton.

"Dirty little feather...were you thinking about me during class today? Do you even know what the subject was?" he grinned, pushing the fabric aside as he slipped a finger into your heat.

"I...maybe?" you whispered tilting your head back as he pumped the digit carefully, working you open before slipping in another one.

His lips swallowed up your moans, his free hand creeping under your shirt and rubbing at your flush skin. His fingers curled up, pushing snuggly against your spots making you gasp into his mouth.

"I'm gonna make you feel so full angel, is that what you want? For me to take good care of you?"

Your hands reached for his pants, hurriedly unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper, slipping both his pants and boxers down.

Your wings shook a bit, your mouth watering at the sight of his cock. It looked painfully hard and heavy, twitching each time you clenched around his fingers, his tip oozing out pearly liquid.

You still couldn't fully believe everything, but the fact that he was willing to risk his job for you had to count for something.

"Hey princess, you think you could take it now?"

His forehead pressed against yours, breathing in deeply as he pushed another finger in.

"Fuck...Please, I'll go mad if you don't" you cried out, tugging at his cock as you slicked it up with his precum.

He groaned, his flush tip now rubbing over your clit and your puffy lips, hissing once he began to sink you down on his length.

You gasped at the feeling of being so stretched out, the countless times you had you pussy full with your toys couldn't compare to this.

Both of his hands found purchase on your hips, slowly guiding you against his cock, slipping out and sinking back in, his small groans coming out after each thrust.

You clung to his broad shoulders, keeping yourself steady as his pace picked up, the filthy sound of his dick plowing in and out of your soppy cunt filling the classroom.

"I'm gonna take you to my house after this princess, make you cum again and again, make you all nice and cozy and abuse your little hole...you kept me waiting for so long, kept this dirty little pussy all to yourself." His voice always sent shocks of pleasure through your cunt, the raspy hum his words held always making your thighs clench together.

"Oh baby you're just swallowing it all up, such a greedy little student I have...oh...look at you...you're gonna cum on my cock? I can see you shaking princess" your hand reached for your puffy clit, flicking it with the tips of your fingers in a hurry.

Your wings were violently flapping everywhere, sprawling around before wrapping around Aizawa as you came with a soft cry, clenching down on his length as he continues to push past your spasming walls, pounding you through your high as he struggled not to cum. You were gushing around his shaft, creaming over his cock and ruining his desk.

Once he couldn't hold out any longer, he pulled out, giving a few rough pumps with his fist, warm waves hitting your skin and coating your clit, dripping past your folds and sliding past your hole, your wings holding onto him tightly.

He rubbed his seed in possessively, gliding his cock along your sex before pulling your panties back in place, finally calming himself down.

He holds you by your hips for a while, kissing at your clothed shoulder and whispering praises into your ear, talking about wanting you for so long, dreaming about you, touching himself at the thought of you, praying to everything out there for a chance to hold you like this.

"Hey...didn't you say something about locking doors?" you mumbled tiredly, nuzzling your head against his cheek.

"Yeah maybe in a minute" he muttered out, kissing your forehead gently.

Thank your quirk for making you so obvious. Or maybe it was his devotion to you that made it easy for him to read you so well...

this lil commission was by @sinclairsamess, they r the sweetest little thing to exist 🥺. thank you for pointing out that I don't actual have a filthy chapter for my favourite teacher, shame on me! So as an apology I offer this soft little thingy🦋

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[aetheternity]

Hey, Jean-babe

Synopsis: Calling Jean by your nickname for him when everyone’s around surprisingly worked out ok for you. (19 year old Jean).

"Hey, Jean-babe I finally found that book you-"

Unfortunately it had been quiet when you entered the room even more unfortunate was the stares coming at you from all directions. Jean quickly rose from his seat taking you by the arm, dragging you into the hall by your wrist.

"Thanks." he said quietly, looking over his shoulder.

"Sorry.." You apologized "Maybe they won't fixate on it?" Jean scoffed raising an eyebrow.

"Ok fine I messed up.."

"Just.. do a quick scan of the room next time.." Jean grumbled

You placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "I will I promise." He kissed back, entering the room again, sliding into his seat while avoiding all the eyes.

You sat across the table from Sasha and she smiled at you. "Hey, Y/N." She greeted

"Hey." You replied with a slightly nervous smile. Everyone had been weirdly quiet since you and Jean had sat down. The only noises currently surrounding the table being, chewing and the small clatter of bowls and cups being set down.

After a while Eren whispered something to Armin and just as your shoulders began to relax and you started to feel normality settling back in,

Connie snorted. Super loud and obnoxious. "Jean -babe?" He practically cackled.

"Shut it, Connie!" Jean yelled, from across the table.

Your cheeks felt like they were gonna burn off and you hung your head over your bowl of soup. After a couple more seconds Eren joined in almost spitting out his water.

"Come on guys! It's cute that they have nicknames for each other." Sasha tried but when their laughter didn't cease but increased in volume she was quickly reoccupied with her bread.

"It's not funny, Eren." Armin added, throwing you an apologetic look which only made you wanna crawl under the table and die.

"Eren, don't choke." Mikasa warned, patting Eren's back as he coughed.

"Oh yeah, so hilarious." Jean grumbled, "Hey Connie, want me to tell everyone here your mom's nickname for you?"

Connie turned with playful malice, "You wouldn't."

Jean ignored him, "And shut up Eren, you wouldn't be able to function if Mikasa didn't run after you constantly."

"Oh really? You wanna go there?" Eren grunted

"Everyone shut up and eat already. You know you all have to be up before the sun for the mission tomorrow. And you all know what happens when I have to wake you up." Levi interrupted

This time the room fell into small bits of chatter and mummers of sentences until people started to retreat. Plates cleaned of food and yawns aplenty.

You looked up to Jean. Surprisingly he hadn't finished his plate either. His smirk was sweet the same one that always made your stomach clench.

"I missed hearing Jean-Babe." He whispered

He could only be referring to the long stretch of time where you'd be tasked as being Hange's assistant. (Due to Moblit's passing). You two had spent so much time apart that any little amount of affection now felt amazing.

"Even in front of everyone?"

He held up the book that had been sitting in his lap. "I get shit from Connie and Eren constantly. I know how to shut them up."

You couldn't help the giggle that fell off your lips as you leaned forward on the table. Pressing your elbows into the hardwood. "Will you tell me what it's for now?"

His fingers crept forward with a soft rub of your knuckles his smile faded a bit. "I've said it's a surprise about a million times."

Technically the two of you didn't have to whisper but you loved how soft Jean's voice could get. Especially since he spent so much time yelling.

"Hint, Jean-babe.."

He stood up circling the table to place his thumb just below your bottom lip. You peered up at him taking in his calm expression that sent a river of chills over your spine. His thumb was delicate and light as it cascaded across your slightly open lips.

When he leaned closer your breathing stopped. Everything stopped. You felt exposed knowing that Captain Levi and Historia were still seated at the end of the table. When he avoided your lips you almost outwardly groaned.

"Come to my room later tonight." And with that he was turning around and hightailing it upstairs. Not without throwing a shitty grin and a wink back at you.

You probably looked stupid with your mouth open like it was. Face warm. And he possible remnants of Jean's teasing exposed on your face. You know you felt stupid but, you were also slightly holding on to that lingering feeling of his fingertips.

Damnnit.

Your leg clattered against the table as you stood trying to avoid the looks from both Historia and Captain Levi. Jean knew and you knew too that you couldn't be in his room till all the lights went out.

Stupid tease.

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It took about 2 hours for everything to finally die down in the barracks. The last remaining whispers falling silent and the light little footsteps of Captain Levi halted inside his office probably with a cup of tea.

You slipped out of your room shutting the door quietly behind you. As always feeling thankful that Historia was either too hard a sleeper to notice your exits or just never said anything. Your feet slid over the floor, until you reached Jean's door.

Through the crack where he'd left it open for you, you could see the way the moonlight shone over half of his face. One leg laying flat while the other was bent, knee pointing up at the ceiling. The book you'd brought him earlier resting in his lap as he scanned the words on each page with his thumb.

"You should come in before Captain sees you." Jean smiled without looking at you.

"You know, you've been teasing me all night." You answered, walking into his room and shutting the door quietly. "That stops now."

His chuckle was calming and yet also electrifying as you walked over to him. He slid his legs open and in you went scooting your arms under his frame as he kissed your forehead. Welcoming you into the sweet embrace.

"That's new." You commented pointing to the small vase with small white flowers in it.

"I couldn't help but see you when I saw these. I don't know how long they'll stay alive but they're pretty." He popped it out of its little home on his desk playfully petting your nose with the petals.

You giggled, taking the flower from him. "When did you get it?" You sat up between his legs to fully appreciate the beautiful plant.

"I was out with Eren, Connie-"

"Oh god." You whispered, biting your lip to keep the shitty grin off your face.

Jean just playfully rolled his eyes. "-Armin and Sasha." He finished

"They made fun of you." You groaned, burying your face in his chest.

"They're just mad they're not in love."

"Cheesy." You mumbled, pressing your lips on his.

"Adorable." He shook his head.

"Book!" You laughed, turning your head to look the discarded book, closed with a bookmark against his wall.

"Well." He began pulling you in tight. His arms wrapped around your shoulders and thighs so you were laying on top of him. (Feet not included). Grabbing the book from where it was and leaning you both back till his head was against the headboard.

"You know I normally read you small passages of a book till you fall asleep. But I noticed that you were having more nightmares. So I wanted you to bring me this book because Armin recommended it. It's full of poems and hopefully they'll be sweet enough that you can rest all night."

You could tell by Jean's slightly nervous expression that you'd said nothing for a really long amount of time. You quickly leaned in kissing his jawline and then his cheek, turning his head to you.

"I love you." You sighed, breath tickling his face.

"I love you more."

"Don't start that shit." You giggled, playfully punching his arm.

"Why? Because you always lose?"

"Read the damn book Jean-babe."

"Whatever you want, Love."