#completely unedited whoops

[kastillia]

Hel’s Tactician

birthday prank on @shinyv >:)

[obscureoperations]

them w/an s/o apologizing for being a pathetic waste of time <3

Noooo! 🥺😭Mkay here goes..

Martin:

It was rare that Martin got to witness you in such a way, usually you were the beacon of positivity. It was one of the things that first attracted him to you..your ability to light up a room. You balanced each other out perfectly, you offset his somber demeanor. He found himself starting to smile and laugh more from the very day that he met you.

But this was something different entirely, the young man had no idea what to do. You seemed to grow progressively somber and withdrawn over the past few days. He found you sitting at the edge of the windowsill around two thirty in the afternoon. He had gotten off work early and was surprised to see your car in the driveway. He was so excited to come in and see you.

He watched you for a moment from the doorframe, with your head in your hands. What was wrong. The moment he heard you sniffle, he's instantly at your side.. you were still startled to see him. Wiping at your eyes, you try your best to offer a cheery smile. Martin was having none of it. Wiping at your cheeks leaning in to kiss your forehead.

"Y/n?"

"I-Im sorry..."

He was extremely confused. He was used to being the one to dish out apologies. With a sigh, he leans in pressing his forehead against yours.

"Sorry for what love?"

A woosh of air escapes your lungs and Martin pulls you close.

"F-for being such a waste of space."

He was baffled, honestly at a loss for words. What did you mean a waste of space? You were the most important person in the world to him, surely you knew that.

"Don't..y/n.."

More tears begin to stream down your cheeks , and st as qickly Martin wipes them away.

"Don't ever say that. I--I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you."

Whiteface:

The past few months sped by in a blur, the mime was the happiest he had ever been. To think the two of you met completely by accident when he spotted your bike at the side of the road. The gang pulled over instantly when they saw you crumpled down on the pavement. The mirror of your bike was completely shattered laying a few feet to the left.

Needless to say they came to a complete still and alerted the medic, Whiteface had no idea what was going on. Carefully peering out the side of the traveling tent, he finally realized there was an accident. Not one to be able to stomach blood and gore, the slender sprite stayed in the tent. Oddly anxious, he found himself praying that this stranger would be alright. 

Days pass and apparently they decided to scoop you up and take you to your actual destination. They didn't mind, Billy had officially taken the crown of another city, so for the most part the crew was just celebrating the win. He liked to stay in the tent with Merlin as he tends to your wounds and brings you sacred offerings. Things that would help you heal, Small satchels filled with various powders.

He grew to really enjoy your presence and for the most part, you seemed to like the company. You always made a point to apologize for being such an inconvenience.. The mime tried his best to assure that was not the case. Personal improvisational shows, juggling various objects he fond in the room. The sound of your laughter was msic to his ears--it was rare that he got to get this close to his audience.

As time passes, the mime finds himself liking you more than he actually should. The moment he arose, he couldn't wait to get to your bunker. He wanted to see how well Merlin's magic was working. You seemed to grow stronger by the day, and it excited him--but at the same time left him with a sense of dread. You were gonna leave eventually. That much could have been expected, but the mime really didn’t think about that. Too wrapped up in basking in your  presence-- it surprised him to find you quietly sniffling in the corner of the room one morning.

The moment, he unzip the tent you appear startled, quickly wiping at your eyes. His first thought was that you were in pain, and contemplated calling for Merlin. You try your best to play it off. “Mornin’ sunshine..” That was the nickname you officially gave him. He was having none of it.. the sprite eases his way into the tent, clasping it behind him, before rushing to your side.

In an attempt to meet your gaze, you glance away even as he moves to cup your cheeks. Wiping the stray tears away, his heart hammers against his ribs like a caged bird. This was the closest he’s ever been to you. Actually touching you in a way not merely in passing. He hated seeing you in pain. What happened? Whiteface tries his best to get you to look at him.

“I’m sorry.” you finally whisper. At this point he was completely baffled. He settles on lightly pressing his forehead against yours, silently hoping that you’d continue to speak.

“I’m sorry for being such a waste of space..” 

Where on earth was this coming from.. did someone say something? The wheels begin to spin in his mind. All of the gang, himself included were happy to have you along for the ride. The more the merrier. You told such funny stories from your travels, if anything you seemed to bring new life to the crew. A solo cyclist.. none of them could fathom such a thing.

A few more tears spill which you promptly wipe away, he could  tell you were growing increasingly embarrassed. 

“I’m healing up now.. I should probably try to work on my bik-”

In an instant, His lips are on yours, just lightly..as if testing the waters. You can feel his heartbeat hammering against his ribs..he was so nervous. But why?

You draw him close as you deepen the kiss

Abe:

Sweetness was not in the realm of Abe’s vocabulary, something seemed to switch over the day that he met you. Shivering, curled away at the furthest corner of the kennel--repulsed at the sound of his voice. He had nearly beaten his brother to a bloody pulp the moment he had the audacity to slap you. you were his. No harvest, no offerings. You were going to stay in that house with him. You were going to love him eventually.

 Abe left Luke stalking off to his room with a broken nose and quite a few bruises--at this point he didn’t really care. The hose was empty, Luke had gone off to take out his aggression, Cynthia left to collect some herbs. He could hear you scurrying around in the kennel and decided it was time for you to eat.

Taking his time to heat up a can of soup on the gas stove, Abe begins rummaging through the cabinets. In search of garlic powder, black pepper, anything that would make the meal in itself all the more rewarding. With a sigh, he carries the steaming bowl over to the kennel, only to find you huddled up at the farthest corner of the cage.

“Pookie!” He whistles, kicking at the kennel causing you to wince and cover your ears. So cute. He loosens a few buttons on his shirt before easing the steaming bowl into the cage.

“You need to eat darlin’“

You practically convulse, you had no idea when he slipped open the locks. You needed to escape but the warm savoury scent began to overwhelm you. Plain chicken sop the way your dad used to make. The scent was both comforting and completely nauseating. More tears begin to spill. Incoherent words as you try and convince him to let you go. Not good for the harvest. You weren’t a virgin. Yo had so many impurities in your system.

“I-’m just-- a waste of space.. please just let me go..”

You weren’t a waste of anything. You were his chance at a semblance or normality.

Abe found himself leaning in reaching for the lapel of your shirt. He presses his face to your neck inhaling your scent.

“You’re not a waste of nothin’ sweetheart. I’ll see if I can get you strong enough to run away from me.”

[chosai]

SHOW ME! — XAVIER (沈星回).

SYNOPSIS. in which your best friend and roommate, xavier makes an unexpectedly lewd demand, not that you wanted to refuse.

DETAILS. f2l + roommate au TAGS. 18+ content mdni! porn without plot, masturbation/mutual masturbation, oral sex + fingering, loss of virginity (m&f), explicit language, ooc xavier whoops WC. 5.6k [unedited]

SORA’S NOTES: it’s been a while since i had written, so i apologize in advance if she’s a little rusty LOL

© CHOSAI — do not copy, modify, or translate any of my works.

YOU DIDN'T EXACTLY KNOW when, or how, you began thinking of your best friend in a different light. But whatever it was, it was slowly driving you insane, and it is all the more worse knowing that you and him — Xavier— are within the same proximity. There were so many instances where you caught yourself staring knowingly towards him; his face, his body, his hands, and so on. In those moments, all unholy thoughts paraded your brain like a waterfall — which was often followed by a huge wave of guilt washing over you. The persistent warm, fuzzy feeling dwelling within your chest whenever he leaned close to you became unbearable, and it was almost as if your own heart was ready to jump out of your ribcage and pounce on the blond male. Despite all this, your harbourage of both attraction and envy towards Xavier merely snowballed — his nonchalance and seemingly indifferent disposition, both of which you so desperately wish you had, as butterflies would flutter around and about in your stomach all the whilst admiring your best friend in silence from the side for months.

In a few months time, these feelings would subside and everything would go back to normal — you often told to yourself, with your poor heart hammering rapidly against your chest as you would recall the moments whereas his fingertips would softly — barely, is the right word (to the point it is almost teasing) — graze against your waist as he reached for his phone which was sitting on the kitchen table behind you, or even worse, when his lips were merely centimetres away from your neck as his warm breaths tickled your ears — only to find out that he needed to get the television remote on the coffee table. It was driving you fucking insane.

So much as you are depraved of his touch, you begin to crave for him even more.

"Mm, fuck." A soft sigh parted from your lips, your eyes half-closed as you succumbed to the pleasure underneath the moonlight; your back slightly arched off the bed as the slick noises of your pussy being fucked with your fingers echoed throughout your bedroom walls. Fuck. You wanted more — no, you needed more. You needed him.

You knew, deep down, that this felt wrong; pleasuring yourself to your best friend, let alone your roommate — whose bedroom is right beside yours. He wasn't your boyfriend, and he sure as hell wasn't aware of all the thoughts you've had of him these past couple of months, but shit — all those lingering touches of his almost felt intentional, and it definitely felt unfair; for you to be this affected while he continued on with his business, completely ignorant with the effect he has casted upon you.

"Mmh—ah Xavi," you whimpered his name softly, your voice in a quiet whisper as you raised your hips to meet each curl of your fingers. All that you could picture was him with his hands wandering around your body, touching you in all the spots that made you weak — his lips devouring yours as he destroyed you the way he knew best. The slick noises that echoed athwart your room only grew louder, with the changed profound intensity that your fingers had set, rapidly fucking yourself with your fingers as your other hand traveled up to your breast; toying with your sensitive nipples. Quiet, yet bated breaths began to slip past your lips, along with the soft moans and whimpers of his name as you coaxed yourself into your orgasm; your backed arched along with your legs trembling, a sharp gasp left your lips.

If only Xavier knew how much of an effect he had on you — so much to the point that you often had to fall asleep with a persistent desperation for his touch; his presence. If only Xavier knew how much you had fallen for him.

"Morning," Xavier greeted you as he walked out of his bedroom, the edges of his lips curled up into a small smile. There was a hint of fatigue laced in his voice, but then again, it would've been more unusual if he had sounded more zestful and exuberant.

"Morning to you, too." You replied back as you busied yourself with chopping vegetables. "You slept well last night?"

You would've almost missed it if you hadn't glanced up towards Xavier at the right moment, but you could've sworn that you saw a smirk on his face – only seconds before he returned to his blasé front. This caught you off guard, and for a moment – you silently prayed he wouldn’t be able to read the myriads of worrying thoughts that were scattered all across your mind in that millisecond.

"Mm, yeah. I did. Probably the best I've ever slept in a long time."

A nervous smile tugged at the corners of your lips, a soft laugh slipping past your mouth in response. "Oh that's good – I mean, you've always been a heavy sleeper, after all."

“What about you?” He returned the question.

You continued to cut the vegetables, however your pace eventually began to stagger. The way Xavier was eyeing you, up and down, made your stomach churn in ways you could never grow accustomed to. The vibe in itself felt completely different; there was something in his gaze that screamed blatant cognizance, but you attempted to shrug that feeling off.

“Splendidly, I even had a great dream.” You replied in a singsong tone as you finished up chopping, and you made your way to the sink to wash your hands.

"Your dream..." Xavier hummed in response, your ears picking up on his footsteps gradually growing louder the closer he got to you; his chest barely grazing your back, as his lips barely hovered your ear. "By chance, was I in your dream?"

You jumped at his words, the warm incarnadine that was flushed on your cheeks merely intensified.

"What makes you say that?" You stammered out, turning off the faucet hurriedly, before forcing out a giggle. "Once in a blue moon you can be quite the jokester."

"Once in a blue moon? Last time I checked, it's nine in the morning."

"Oh my god Xavier, you know what I mean--"

"I heard you say my name last night," Xavier cut you off, his eyes basking in your face flushing even more in both shock and embarrassment. "What was that about?"

Oh my, fuck. If only you could shrink into an atom and simply disappear, you would in an instant. The sound of your heart ramming against your chest was the only thing you could hear in that moment. Just how could you reply to that? Why the hell was he so straight forward? You snuck a glance towards the blond male, and although he feigned innocence with his question, you could clearly see the slightest glint of mischief in his midnight blue eyes.

"Silly, you must've been hearing things." You replied, shrugging your shoulders. Your ears had almost gone deaf to the strong and quickened beating your heart against your chest. Xavier was still closely behind you, awaiting your answer -- however, you would very much rather crawl into a hole than admitting it. "Uh, anyway, wanna help me cook the omelette?"

"I can't just be hearing things," Xavier replied. "This isn't the first time."

Before you could utter a single response, you felt his large hands wrap around your waist before he spun you around, and almost instantaneously you covered your flushed face with your hands from his gaze. While you snuck a small peek through your fingers, you caught quite a sight. If your heart wasn't hammering against your ribcage hard enough, then it definitely was now.

"Y-You're red, Xavier" you commented, your voice an octave higher than usual. The urge to stroke your fingers through his blond locks was nearly unbearable, and even worse for his slightly flushed cheeks.

"I wonder whose fault that is," he mumbled softly, furrowing his brows slightly.

Out of the many months where you longed for him, this was the closest he had ever been to you; his chest pressed against yours, and your face merely inches away from his as his hands nestled on the curves of your waist.

"Are you trying to imply that it's my fault?" You bit back, however your voice immediately went soft and quiet beneath his gaze.

"I'm surprised," Xavier began, his voice chillingly soft as his warm breath hovered over your ear. "Despite living together for a year, I'm surprised that you had forgotten how thin the walls were."

Your cheeks had increasingly gotten warmer, and both shame and embarrassment washed over your entire being. There was no use acting ignorant of the whole situation. He already knew. You wanted to crawl into a hole and cry. Xavier was always quiet, so you had completely forgotten about the thin walls. There was no hiding it now.

"So you heard it," you muttered quietly, averting your gaze from his. "I-I'm so sorry. That's so embarrassing, and I must've made you feel so uncomfortable—"

"I never said I didn't like it," Xavier's soft timbre cut you off of your small rambles, his fingers gently playing with the ends of your locks. You glanced towards the male with a surprised look plastered across your face. "Didn't I tell you?"

You watched as he brought the strands of your hair to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to it while he maintained eye contact with you.

"I had the best sleep last night," Xavier continued, "you were a lot louder than usual too, hm?"

"Xavier..." Without even realizing, his name slipped past your lips —your voice tinted in wanton.

"It was unbearable," Xavier said, "having to constantly rely on my imagination and dreams when you're here right in front of me. Do you know how difficult it was for me to hold back when you were calling for me last night?"

It took everything in you to not squeeze your legs to satiate the warmth and pressure building up in your lower abdomen — it was too damn difficult because of how horny he was making you feel.

"Are you not weirded out?" You shyly questioned him. "We are supposed to be best friends but I'm... doing these type of things."

"Me weirded out? Impossible." Xavier scoffed, and his grip on your waist merely tightened. "For the longest time, I've liked you. I'm glad that you also see me as a man."

"I like you too, more than you can imagine," you said, your mind in a daze from his sudden confession. "All those times you've heard me, I was always thinking of you."

Xavier's breath hitched at your words, and all the possible rational thoughts swimming in your head waned the moment could feel his growing bulge growing against your leg; his laboured breath, his rose tinted cheeks, and his bedroom eyes begging you to allow him to take it a step further — you couldn't fight it. You were just as desperate as he was, or perhaps even more.

Your fingers traced over his cheek and jawline, to his lips. Your heart had never felt more warm, your stomach fluttering at the fact that he, too, returned your feelings of affection. You wanted him – you needed him.

"Kiss me," you whispered, "please."

His response to your wishes were instantaneous, it made your heart jump and then flutter. It was soft, his lips pressed on yours and his large hands cupping your face as if you were the most delicate being. A soft gasp left your lips as his hands trailed lower, his cool fingertips snuck beneath the thin fabric of your t-shirt. Xavier, your best friend, was touching you in ways that you thought that you could only imagine.

"I'll only stop if you tell me," Xavier mumbled in between kisses, and you hummed in response.

"I don't want you to stop," you said bashfully, and you grabbed his hands, which were still resting atop your bare abdomen and you guided his hands to your bare breast; squeezing the soft mound. You watched Xavier's face immediately go from a soft incarnadine to a red tomato, and his eyes were heavily clouded in lust and ardor. It turned you on even more, watching Xavier’s last bit of his rationale snap.

"Ah, fuck. Let's take this to the bedroom."

The blond male hoisted you up in his arms, eliciting an abrupt gasp from you. Excitement, anticipation, adoration, nervousness — millions of thoughts swarmed through your head as each step he took brought you nearer to his room, your heart hammering rapidly against your chest.

The moment your back met the comfort of his mattress, his lips were latched onto yours with such desperation and urgency. You threaded your fingers through his mane, pulling him closer to you. Xavier's hands explored north underneath your shirt, your back arching closer to his chest as he fondled on your breasts; his fingers softly pinching the erect bud. You moaned softly against his lips, raising your hips slightly to grind against the tent growing beneath his sweatpants.

With a profound delicateness, he slowly removed the thin fabric; the cool air immediately hitting your skin. Xavier basked in the sight before him; you underneath him, your upper body all bare for him to admire.

"No amount of my imagination can trump this," Xavier suddenly commented, and a wave of embarrassment washed over your entire being. "You're so beautiful."

"X-Xavier," a gentle whimper slipped past your lips as you raised your hips once more to meet his. "Stop teasing me."

"Teasing? What teasing?" Xavier questioned, tilting his head off to the side. "I'm just admiring you."

"Or..." Both his eyes and his fingers trailed lower, his pointer finger playing with the hems of your shorts. "Do you need to be pleased down here too?"

Oh, god. This man was going to be the absolute death of you.

Before you could mutter a response, Xavier suddenly moved to the opposite end of the bed which then caught you off guard, but the darkened look in his eyes and the evident tent in his pants kept you aching for more.

"Show me," Xavier began, his voice low and husky. "Show me how you please yourself thinking about me."

"W-What?" You stammered out. Was he literally asking you to masturbate in front of him? In broad daylight? "That's so embarrassing, Xavier!"

"Then we can call it a day," Xavier hummed as a reply, and before he got up from his bed, you grabbed ahold of his wrist. You were shaking at this point, from both arousal and embarrassment.

"W-Wait! I never said I wouldn't do it... It just sounds a little embarrassing, that's all." Your voice slowly grew quieter and quieter as you muttered those words aloud.

"I was just teasing you," Xavier smiled softly, and you rolled your eyes immediately after.

"I'll do it, still..." You muttered softly, and his gaze on you merely hardened when you began to slowly strip out of your panties and shorts.

You could hear his breath hitch when he noticed the dampened spot in your grey underwear, which merely shot even more arousal to your cunt.

"Don't be shy, Y/N. Show me everything."

How could you not comply? Especially when this man is practically twitching in his pants and using every fibre of his being to not touch you, yet. You spread your legs open, revealing a thin string of arousal dripping down your hole. Xavier gulped at the sight, his eyes heavily fixated on your wet cunt. This poor man's composure was moments away from breaking. However, now that you were already bare and exposed, a newfound confidence came over you — already itching to see how far long before this man would lose control.

You let out a soft hum when you stretched your pussy lips apart, giving the man in front of you a sight. Trailing your fingers down to your heat, you let out a breathy sigh when you inserted one finger inside. Despite knowing Xavier for many years, there was still no doubt that you felt a little shy showing this side of yours to him.

The wet sounds of your fingers pleasuring your pussy resonated across his bedroom, by then you had already inserted a second finger and you were already moments away from reaching your orgasm. However, the sound of fabric getting tossed to the floor caught your attention and your gaze immediately switched down to Xavier's cock; standing upright and twitching with his pre-cum leaking out.

"Don't mind me," he said breathily, his large hand wrapped around his length as he began to stroke it languidly. "I want to see you feel good."

He was incredibly large, now that you had seen it bare. You quickened your pace and curled your fingers, and a whimper slipped past your lips. You brought your hand down to rub your clit while you fingered yourself in tandem, your mind clouded in ecstasy yet you yearned for more. For him. You raised your hips, aching for more friction with your hands.

"I-I'm so close, Xavier." You moaned out, your body twitching as you continued to rub your clit. "Mm, fuck. I want you so bad. My fingers aren't enoughhh."

"Fuck," Xavier hissed underneath his breath, raising his hips slightly to meet his own hand as his strokes quickened. "Keep going. You're such a good girl for me. I'll give you my fingers if you cum for me."

Xavier had always been a man of nonchalance and always had a knack for acting ignorant after pulling some mischievous strings, yet this was the first time you ever heard him speak so dirtily. It aroused you to the core.

You threw your head back as you reached your orgasm, your pussy twitching against your fingers. Xavier’s intense gaze on you never once wavered, and you watched him bite his lips when you brought your soaked fingers to your lips; licking them seductively while maintaining eye contact with him.

“You’re so fucking naughty, Y/N.” Xavier said before he latched his lips onto yours. “Do you want my fingers that badly?”

You moaned against his lips, your fingers instantly finding his hands that were holding onto your waist before guiding them to spot where you most needed him. “Mm, Xavier please, I want your fingers s’bad.”

“Ah—!” Without warning, Xavier plunged two fingers inside your pussy and a surprised moan slipped past your lips. Instinctively, you pressed your hands against his shoulders, but he wouldn’t budge. His fingers were so deep inside you, far more deeper than you thought your fingers could ever reach. The pleasure was immense.

“It seems to me that your pussy prefers my fingers over yours," Xavier commented, not saving you any moment to reply as his thrusts quickened. "You're tightening around my fingers, Y/N. Do you like it when I talk dirty to you like this?"

You nodded your head rapidly in reply, unable to trust the stability of your voice as he had already established a relentless pace with his fingers. "F-Feels so good," you stammered out, throwing your head back in pleasure.

"Feels a lot more different compared to your fingers, huh?" His deep voice resonated in your mind, your eyes rolling back as he curled his fingers. "T-There!" You gasped out, rocking your hips against his hand.

Almost immediately, with his other hand, he pressed his palm against your abdomen while he quickened the pace with his thrusts – the tip of his fingers constantly hitting your sweet spot while the pressure he applied with his other palm sent you into cloud nine. His room was filled with the sloppy sounds of his finger work on your pussy and your sweet moans, begging him to continue. The pleasure was almost too unbearable, and an unfamiliar sensation was building up in the depths of your lower abdomen.

"X-Xavi," you squeaked his name through laboured breaths and stifled moans, "I’m so close..!”

The warmth broiling in your lower abdomen was too much for you to bear, the unadulterated pleasure clouding your mind. And there it was, warm water sprayed all over the blond male’s hand as you arched your back into his — your eyes rolled back, and a loud moan erupted from your throat.

It took a few moments for you to recover, and the aftermath of your release brought you immense embarrassment; your eyes locked onto Xavier while his azure gaze darted between his drenched hands and your soaked cunt, his mouth was slightly agape and his eyes wide in surprise. Hell, you didn’t even know your body was capable of being a water sprinkler until this very moment, even embarrassing knowing that it was under the manipulation of your best friend’s hand.

"I'm-- I'm so sorry, Xavi. Do you want to get a towel?"

"How did you do that?" Xavier questioned you, but you shrugged your shoulders. "I don't know, but you caused it."

"Oh, really? Does that mean that if I touch you like this again, you'll create another puddle like this one?" He said, circling his fingers on the curves of your waist. It was so obvious to know what he wanted.

This man.

"Xavier!" You exclaimed, your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "T-That's enough. I want to make you feel good too."

With nimble hands, you pushed your best friend down on the bed; your hips pinning his against the soft mattress.

He truly was a sight to behold, far more better than your imaginations could ever imagine. Your hands trailed lower and lower, your nails softly grazing against his pale skin. A small grin tugged at the corners of your lips when you felt him twitch beneath your touch, your fingers barely hovering over his erection.

“Don’t be a tease,” Xavier warned, but you paid him no mind. At this point, he was at your submission.

“But that’s what you’ve been doing to me for past few months,” you remarked, giving the blond male a sly grin as you teasingly poked a finger against his tip — which almost immediately, twitched at your touch. “It’s only fair that I return the favour.”

“You’re quite confident now, after what I just did to you.”

“So you’re asking to be teased even more?”

“Y/N,” he warned you once more, but you merely smiled back at him. Even after treating your pussy like that, he could still look so adorable; his ears tinted red with his eyes clouded in desire and want. It truly wouldn’t hurt pressing on more of his buttons, and see how many you’d need to see this man break and lose control.

“I’m just kidding,” you giggled, wrapping your hand around his length and giving it a slight squeeze as you stroked it upwards. You couldn’t look away from the facial expressions Xavier was making, there was no way you couldn’t — not when he looked so disheveled from your hands; the incarnadine hue returning to his cheeks, his brows furrowed while he bit his lips closed, trying everything he could to show that he didn’t lose control.

“You’re twitching lots,” you commented, and Xavier grunted in dismay towards your teasing.

You stifled a giggle before licking a stripe along his shaft, all while maintaining eye contact with Xavier. Eventually, you opened your mouth around his hardened tip — sucking on it gently to illicit stifled moans from the usually blasé male. You didn’t realize until now how sexy it was to hear a man’s moan, and hell, you wanted to hear more.

“Y/N—” A soft groan left Xavier’s lips as you sunk your lips lower on his dick, and tears began to swell in your eyes the deeper you went. This was your first time ever giving a blowjob, and based on his reactions, you hoped you did a good job. Xavier’s hand immediately traveled to the back of your head, his long fingers tangled in your locks while his other hand barely covered his trembling mouth.

You tried to ignore the ache dwelling between your legs as you continued to pleasure him, your gaze glued onto his face while you took him into your mouth; drool escaping your lips as you struggled to take him whole without feeling your nostrils burning.

Xavier’s breath became increasingly more laboured and shaky, barely able to control his moans. He continued to play with your hair as he thrusted up into your face, and just as when you could feel him twitching and growing larger in your mouth, he forcefully pulled your face away from his cock.

Heavy breaths filled the room, with you both attempting to catch your breaths. However, that was all interrupted when you pulled you back in for a heated kiss — teeth clashing and tongues intertwined. You could feel him using his weight to push you back down to the soft mattress, however you both couldn’t get your hands and lips off one another.

“You’re,” Xavier said before returning his lips onto yours, “going to be— the death of me.”

You could only whimper as a response, thrusting your hips up slightly to meet his. God, you were so desperate for this man. “

“—Love you,” Xavier gasped out in between kisses, “I’ve always loved you.”

Just as you believed your heart couldn’t get any warmer, it definitely did get warmer tenfold — it felt as if your heart was about to jump right out of your chest. You teared up in joy and wrapped your hands around his neck.

“I love you too,” your voice was muffled by his lips, your fingers grasping onto his skin; aching for him to get closer to you. Eventually, Xavier pulled away from your face — not before placing a gentle peck on your forehead.

“I don’t think I have any more patience,” Xavier said softly, his voice low in want. “Can I…?”

You grasped onto his hand and gave it a soft squeeze, you glanced up at him reassuringly and nodded. Slowly, you spread your legs apart for him to see the arousal dripping down your cunt. “I need you so bad, Xavi.”

You waited in anticipation as Xavier hurriedly ripped the condom packet open and slid it down his length. Shivers rippled throughout your spine when he slid his cock along your labia to your clit, your eyes shut tight in pleasure. However, the moment he slid himself inside you — a sharp gasp ripped from your throat; your hands immediately searching for Xavier’s arms as you pulled him closer.

“Mm, w-wait a sec.” You pleaded with him, rocking your hips slightly to grow more accustomed to the sheer size of his length.

“It’s hard not to,” Xavier nestled his head into your neck, peppering kisses along your collarbone to your breasts, swiping his tongue along the soft mound, “you’re squeezing around me so damn tightly.”

You whimpered softly at his words, and Xavier let out a soft hiss when you tightened around him once again.

“You can go now,” you said, giving him the green light. An abrupt scream left your throat when he began to thrust, his tip immediately kissing your cervix and your whole entire body shook underneath his. You attempted to cover your mouth to mask your moans, but all those efforts went in vain when Xavier’s hand pinned both your hands over your head — all whilst fucking you senseless.

“Don’t you dare,” Xavier ordered, his low and raspy voice immediately sending shots of arousal directly towards your core.

The lewd noises of your bodies connecting resounded through his bedroom, along with the strings of moans and curses leaving your lips. Xavier’s nails dug deeper into the curves of your waist, his grip tightening as he fucked you into his bed with increased fervour.

“Mm—Ah! I-I think I’m going to cum soon.”

You moaned into his neck, planting a line of kisses down his collarbones and shoulder. You were trembling like crazy, the warmth was once again building up in your stomach mere moments away from eruption. Xavier hummed in response and continued his arduous pace, however he had decided on a whim to apply pressure on your clit with his rough fingers. Your response was immediate, arching your back into his as you spasmed around his cock — your head lolled back as you rode out your second orgasm.

“Ah, fuck.” Xavier whispered, his brows furrowed and his eyes shut tight as he relished the sensations of your walls clamping down on him. He wanted more of you. The way you felt around him, the cute faces and sounds you were making. He wanted more.

Within seconds he had already adjusted your position, both your legs hoisted atop his shoulders and he leaned closer to you as he entered once again.

“O-Oh my god..!” You cried out, throwing your head back. The fact that he was fucking you once again shortly after your release made your mind nearly go blank and numb. You thought wrong if the position Xavier had fucked you in earlier was the deepest, because this hit so fucking different. A line of curses and whimpers escaped your lips as Xavier began to rock his hips back and forth into you. He appeared to be hyper focused; his brows furrowed and his eyes inspecting every reaction you made with every thrust he took.

“You’re already squeezing me tightly again, Y/N.” Xavier cooed, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips — completely juxtaposed to the relentless pace he had fucked you in. “Hah, are you already close to coming?”

He pushed your legs up higher, and you were basically folded in half as his thrusts resumed its pace. Your nails dug into his shoulders while you begged him to give you more pleasure. Xavier had gotten more vocal at this point; unable to control his groans, and his pace had gotten more erratic — desperate to reach deeper while he applied pressure on your lower abdomen with his palm; which sent a jolt of pleasure to travel through your nerves.

“With the way you’re squeezing me, I’m going to cum soon.” Xavier commented through bated breaths before latching his lips onto your nipples, encircling his tongue around the sensitive bud. You could also feel yourself growing nearer too, the uncomfortable pressure building up once again awaiting to be released. He pressed his lips onto yours, entangling his tongues with yours as pleasure took over you both like a wave.

He grunted into your lips, and you trembled beneath his grasp — your legs spasming over his shoulders as you both rode out your highs. Through bated breaths, Xavier rolled his condom off and threw it aside before laying by your side, his body turned over to yours.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Xavier asked you, tracing his hands over your cheeks. “Was I too rough? I’m sorry—”

You cut him off with a gentle peck on the lips before nuzzling into his neck. “It was perfect.”

“Also Xavier?”

“Hm?”

“Since when did you realize you had feelings for me?”

“Hmm.. Don’t laugh at me for this.”

“I won’t!”

“I realized I had fallen for you when you went on that blind date with that senior from work, I realized how much I wanted you to myself then.”

You stared at Xavier in surprise, who appeared to be quite bashful. He was too adorable.

“So when you told me that you weren’t planning on seeing him again, I was overjoyed but I didn’t know how to proceed with it because we were friends.”

“Well,” you leaned your head against his chest, listening to his now calm heartbeats, “what does that make us now that we realize that we see each other as something more than just friends?”

“You already know the answer to that,” Xavier sighed, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You closed your eyes in contentment when Xavier’s fingers softly massage your scalp, and he smiled softly as he grabbed a couple strands of your hair and pressed a small kiss to it.

“Y/N, can you be my girlfriend?” Xavier proposed, his ears slightly tinged in a rosy hue. “My heart and my mind are always so full of you, and I can’t get enough. There’s so many things I want to say, but I really don’t know how to word them properly, but, if you allow me to be the man to shower you in love — I’d be the happiest man alive.”

Xavier, your best friend and roommate, had always been a little lacklustre in his words — not because he didn’t want to, but because he wasn’t the best at expressing them — however, in this moment you could feel the sincerity and desperation in his voice. You couldn’t contain your happiness and you wrapped your arms around Xavier, completely forgetting the fact that you were both buck naked but that wasn’t the point.

“As long as it’s you, I’d always say yes.”

At this moment, you were the happiest woman alive — your body close to his, relishing in each other’s warmth. His arms were snug around your waist, keeping you close to his chest and you heaved a happy sigh.

All of a sudden you had remembered something, and shot up from his bed.

“Xavi, I left the vegetables on the counter! I should finish making the omelettes soon…!”

“Mmm, no.” Xavier grumbled sleepily, pulling you back to him — snuggling his face into the back of your neck. “Take a nap with me instead.”

You complied almost immediately, getting yourself comfortable in his embrace. Just how could you say no?

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[eomayas]

silent night • wjh

pairing: non-idol!husband!jun x wife!reader, established relationship, parents

genre: smut, 18+ MINORS DNI!!!! fluff

synopsis: jun wants you, but he needs you to be quiet

warnings: p in v, oral (f receiving), fingering, mild breeding kink, slight choking, jun sorta mean!

a/n: unedited (ofc) also been so obsessed with jun lately i had this thought lsdt night and had to finish. hope u enjoy!! if the smut is bad sorry i haven’t written smut in a long time

jun leans against the wall that connects the living room and kitchen, and watches you dance with your daughter, a small smile on his face. she’s been hyper all day, not even taking a nap like she normally does, so you’ve been trying to tire her out for the last ten minutes. it doesn’t seem to be working all that well, since she’s still bouncing around the living room to the mariah carey song you have playing on the TV.

“cmon, baby, shake it off,” you say to your daughter, bouncing on the balls of your feet and shaking out your hands, urging your daughter to parrot your actions. she pants out a giggle and copies you, and you take her mild tiredness as a small victory. you’re starting to get tired yourself, but you’re not going to give up until she starts—it’s probably not wise to have this silent bet with a four year old, but something has to give.

your daughter copies whatever you do, giggling and calling you silly when bounce up and down and kick your legs out. “okay, now spin, spin, spin!” you say, twirling around on your toes. you catch jun staring at you, a sweet smile on his face and your heart swells. you didn’t notice the kitchen sink turn off and the clanging of dishes stop completely.

shooting him a smile, you keep spinning until you get dizzy, catching your balance against the sofa. “woah,” you huff, a light chuckle escaping your lips. you notice your daughter starting to wobble and swoop in to catch her before she falls. “whoops! slow down, baby girl!” you laugh, stilling her small body. she looks up at you and laughs, her cheeks red.

“that was fun, mommy!” you push her hair out of her face and start gently fanning her.

“yeah, it was, baby. but mommy is tired now,” she pokes her bottom lip out at you and you feign a dramatic sigh. “i know, i know. but we have to rest so we can do it again tomorrow!” you try, glancing up at jun.

“mommy needs her energy to keep dancing, princess,” your husband chimes in. your daughter looks back at him, looks at you, and nods.

“okay, mommy. you promise we’ll do it again?” she asks as you lift her up into your arms, tucking her onto your hip.

nodding, you promise and kiss her on the forehead before passing her to jun. your daughter lets out a small yawn and you and jun exchange a look of relief, both extremely worn out from chasing after her all day. she woke up with more energy than the two of you have probably had in your entire lives, bursting through your bedroom and jumping into bed, hardly giving either of you enough time to recuperate.

“ready for bed, sweetie?” jun asks her, carrying her up the stairs to her bedroom. you turn off the tv and the rest of the lights before following after them. he’s tucking her into bed when you get upstairs, grateful for the fact that she was already changed into her pajamas. “goodnight, princess. we love you.” jun kisses her on the forehead and you do the same thing.

she yawns again, muttering out an “i love you” back to the two of you. jun shuts off the lights and closes the door, letting out a sigh of relief once it’s latched.

“my god,” he whispers, making the two of you giggle as you step into your bedroom. he shuts the door softly and you yawn, stretching your arms above your head. jun wraps an arm around you, pulling your back into his front.

“let’s go to bed,” you say, bringing a hand up and gently rubbing his cheek when he rests his chin on your shoulder. he kisses your neck once, twice, and by the third time you understand what he’s getting at. “jun, i’m tired.” you all but whine. but his hands rubbing across your bare legs exposed by your shorts is making you shift in his grip.

“you don’t have to do anything,” he mumbles, lightly nipping at your neck. you sigh through your nose and tilt your head to the side. “let me do all the work.” he adds, skating one of his hands across the waistband of your shorts. you pull your bottom lip in, squirming when he presses his crotch against your ass.

“fine,” you breathe, looking at him over your shoulder. he straightens up and places his mouth on yours, giving you a hot kiss before guiding your towards the bed and pushing you down onto the mattress.

“try to keep quiet, yeah?” he says as he pulls down your shorts and underwear, leaving you in a big tshirt. you rest on your forearms and spread your legs for him when he sinks down onto his knees. he kisses your inner thighs teasingly and you suck your teeth in annoyance, rolling your eyes at his games.

“hurry up,” you say impatiently, making him glare at you. “please.” you add, giving him a sweet smile so he finally eats you the way you like and want.

“such a good girl,” he says mockingly before putting his head in between your legs and licking up your slit and in between your folds. you let out a small gasp and open your legs wider for him, mouth falling open. he licks and sucks on anything his mouth is able to get a hold of. juns fingers grip onto your thighs tightly, though he drags one hand down to rub at your clit while he tongues your hole.

falling onto your back, you slap a hand over your mouth so quiet your moans. your eyes screw shut and your toes curl at his ministrations. he eats you like you didn’t just cook him dinner less than an hour ago, like he hasn’t had anything to eat all day and you were his one and only option. it has you seeing spots and your brain being devoid of any coherent thoughts.

a tight knot forms in the pit of your stomach and you arch your back off the bed, your head thrown back in pleasure. you let out a loud cry from behind your hand and jun cuts his eyes at you but doesn’t stop what he’s doing. “j-jun,” you pant, dropping your hand from your mouth.

“i know, be quiet,” he mumbles from between your legs, the vibrations of his voice making you clench around nothing.

“i-im tr-trying,” you whimper. jun pulls his mouth away from your core and you whimper when his face is mere inches from yours.

“baby,” he says condescendingly, one hand bracing himself on the bed and the other resting on the side of your face. “you need to be quiet.” he smooshes your cheeks together, holding your chin in his palm. “i’ll let you cum if you can be good and quiet for me, okay?” the sarcastic smile he punctuates the end of his sentence with makes you press your knees together underneath him. “you understand me?”

“i un- ah ah,” he tsks, cutting you off and raising his eyebrows. “can’t follow directions, can we?” he asks with a sigh, letting go of you face and and dropping his hand down to cup your warm heat. you suck in an anticipatory breath, wanting him to touch you again.

jun outside of the bedroom versus jun in the bedroom were two completely different men. your loving husband who would do anything for you and your daughter is unrecognizable compared to the man hovering above you and holding your orgasm over your head.

you press your lips together, holding back any more comments so he can get back to eating you out and bringing you over the edge. jun smirks down at you and runs his middle finger through your slick core, brushing it over you clit teasingly. he watched your facial expressions intensely, revels in the way you bite your lip and furrow your eyebrows in an attempt to keep yourself quiet. jun toys with you, dipping a finger into your hole and slowly pushing in and out. it’s not enough for you in the slightest, but he wants to see how good you can be for him.

jun adds as second finger and and you lick your lips, looking down to watch his fingers move in and out of you. you let out silent breaths, face screwed up in concentration to keep yourself silent. he presses his thumb against your clit and you let out a quiet whimper from the back of your throat, your eyes immediately flying up to look at your husband. instead of reprimanding you, jun presses a kiss to your mouth and speeds up him fingering you.

his mouth on yours quiets your breathy moans that you can’t help. his thumb rubbing against your clit as his scissors his fingers inside of you is enough to bring you close to the edge again. you clench around his fingers and in and instant he pulls his mouth off of yours and places it back in between your legs.

you thrash above him on the bed, thighs trying to close in around his head. jun uses his broad shoulders to keep your legs open and wide for him, giving him enough space to keep on eating you out. your hips buck up into his face, his nose bumping against your clit and you grab a pillow and throw it over your face, letting out the screams that you’ve been holding back.

arousal coats juns face, and he tries to lick all of it up, practically eating you out through your orgasm. your legs shake and fall limp against his shoulders. jun comes out from between your legs and pull the pillow off of your face. “look at me, baby,” he says softly, pushing up your shirt and gently stroking your stomach. your eyes flutter open and he gives you a small smile. “there she is.”

“i love you,” you say, your voice weak and tired. jun smiles that boxy smile that you love, and the sweet look on his face is so distant from the man from less than 10 minutes ago.

“and i love you,” he says, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “now turn around.” he says, gripping your hips and starting to flip you over. you whine noncommittally and bring yourself up onto your knees. jun places a pillow underneath you anyway, and pulls off his pants and shirt, leaving him bare.

you feel the bed dip behind you and jun places his hands on your ass, softly rubbing circles before gripping onto your hips. he’d slap your ass if not for the echo that would occur and probably wake up your daughter across the hall.

“you ready, baby?” he asks, his dick hard and heavy against your ass. you nod and he smiles, lining himself up and pushing the head in. he clenches his teeth as you clench around him, trying to suck him in deeper. he pushes in deeper, stilling his hips when you let out a squeak. “what is it?” he asks, leaning over your back to press a soft kiss to your neck.

“n-nothing, keep going,” you reach back and grip onto his leg, trying to push him into you. jun lets out a small chuckle and pushes in a few more inches, not quite bottoming out. he starts fucking into you slowly, trying to minimize any sounds of skin on skin, but it’s not enough for either of you. you quietly urge for him to go faster, to give you more, and he speeds up a little bit but still not where you want him at. “jun, cmon.” you whine, pushing your hips back into him.

“i don’t want her to wake up,” he grunts, grabbing onto your bun and yanking your head back. you huff and let him fuck into you slowly, rolling your eyes at his slow hips.

“jun, i wanna see you,” you say, crawling away from him and flipping onto you back, sitting up slightly to take off your shirt. he pushes his hair off of his forhead and grabs your left leg, placing it on his shoulder.

your husband pushes into you once again, bottoming out quickly and making you let out of a breath of bliss. “yeah, right there,” you say softly, sucking in a gasp and closing your eyes tightly when he speeds up his thrusts. “j-jun!” you mewl, fists balling up the sheets. jun places a heavy hand on your throat, lightly squeezing to shut you up.

“quiet,” he says through gritted teeth, hips slamming against your own. he can get both of you to your highs quickly if he disregards the noise, but he’s too worried about waking up your child.

you place a hand between the two of you and start rubbing on your clit, using some of your arousal as lubricant. “fuck,” he grunts, snapping his hips into you and nearly knocking the breath from your lungs. he pounds into you harshly, his pelvic bone bumping into your clit and making you withdraw your hand. “need you to come again, y/n.” he leans down and kisses on your neck, the hand that was previously on your neck now gripping onto your hip.

jun yanks you down to meet his thrusts, his rhythm becoming sloppier by the second as he feels close to his white hot release. “b-baby,” you cry out, putting a hand over your mouth once again. you lift your hips to meet his, whining to punctuate each of his thrusts.

“f-fuck, y/n, i-im not g-gonna l-last,” he moans out, a whimper leaving his lips and hitting you right in the core. you clench around him and he lets out a shudder of a breath, the rhythm completely lost from his strokes.

“g-give it to me,” you pant, tangling a hand in his hair.

“i’m g-gonna fill you up,” he chokes out, teeth clenched.

“gonna give me another baby?” your voice in his ear makes him spit out a choked moan of your name as he releases into you. his hips don’t still, trying to fuck as much cum into you to make your words true.

you rub at your clit again, bucking your hips up to chase the release that feels so close. despite him reaching his release, he still manages to give you a few more powerful thrusts and thus another orgasm, though this one not as powerful as the first.

jun collapses onto the bed next to you, a heavy arm draped across your midsection. your stroke his forearm and smile to yourself, feeling full of him and love, and exceptionally spent. “jun,” you start, but he sits up and waves you off.

“a towel, i know, i know,” he says, stretching his arms and going into the en-suite bathroom to grab a rag. he comes back and cleans you up, kissing you on the lips afterwards. you’re practically half asleep when he taps you to give you pajamas.

“thanks, love,” you mumble, redressing yourself. he kisses you again and crawls into bed, pulling you into his chest once you’re dressed. you fall asleep easily, partly because you’re completely worn out and partly because you’re tucked safely and softly into his arms.

[torasplanet]

❝𝙎𝙏𝙐𝘿𝙔 𝙎𝙀𝙎𝙃.ᐟ❞

A. ARLERT + YEAGER!F. READER

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; eren made your grade in history drop 'cause he's a fat jerk! so what better way to get back at your dear brother than to fuck his best friend behind his back?

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, fluff, aftercare, riding, p in v, nerd!armin, kinda slut!reader, eren being eren, like two flashbacks, armin being a sorta good best friend, praise, petnames (baby), kinda switch!armin, childhood crush to lovers, reader having a HUGEE crush on 'minnie >o<, seduction, loverboy! armin, eren being jean's #1 h8r, round two hinted at end, college au, lingere, armin wears glasses cuz i said so >:( !!, kinda sappy, unedited might do it l8r idk, science shit cuz im a nerd, skin color not mentioned

Eren was the worst big brother ever. 

You wouldn’t have chosen to live with him if housing wasn’t so expensive and you two didn’t go to the same college because he’s annoying as shit. He always holds it against you that you’re living with him whenever you tell him to leave you alone. He was probably the worst person ever to be honest and what he had done yesterday was not helping his case one bit.

See, eren was a coffee person and not one of those regular coffee people. The ones that go insane without their dark roast.

Not so surprising when he’s a college student but he’d never been once before being enrolled so you still weren’t used to him drinking it so when he went into your room saying he forgot something in there with a mug in his hand, you didn’t think much of it and stayed in your spot on the couch watching some random Netflix show you liked, you’d watched it a thousand times but it still entertained you but not enough that you didn’t hear eren curse from your room.

When you rushed up to go inside and ask what in the fuck he did, you couldn't even speak when you saw dark brown liquid spilled all over your five-page essay that was on your desk and there was no saving these, they were completely soaked and the words were mixing because of the wetness of the paper. You cursed your professor for making you write it on paper because this could easily happen. And with Eren being as clumsy as he is, of course, he was the one to make it happen.

He didn’t even care that much either! He just said ‘Whoops, sorry.’ and left, he didn’t offer to redo it for you or anything! And because of him, your grade in history has dropped by a lot. Like a B to an F-. You didn’t even know an F- was possible!

Eren was going to pay for this one way or another, but the issue with upsetting him was that Eren didn’t care about most things in the world. You could cut his hair in his sleep and he’d just get a new haircut, you could key his car and he’d be mad but he’d probably do worse to you. You could tell Mikasa about all the embarrassing dreams he’s had about her but he’d just deny it and then punch you later.

But the one thing that would send Eren off the rails was getting with one of his friends. Eren didn’t care if you were friends with his friends but if you even thought about liking one of them, he’d shut that shit down immediately. The idea of you getting with any of his friends disgusted him and he never wanted it to happen which is why you were going to do that; not only were you going to do that but you were going to do it behind his back which would just piss him off more once he eventually found out.

Sure it was extreme but it was the only thing that would actually fuck with him and that wasn’t your fault plus he was friends with a bunch of hot people…including, Armin.

Armin Arlert. Eren’s best friend since they were little kids, you often saw him a lot in your childhood and still saw him a lot in the present and you liked that. Armin was a cutie ever since you guys were young, even with his long hair he was a cutie but now that he cut it short, he was hot. So with your choice of revenge and Armin being hot, you practically had everything laid out.

You didn’t know how Eren would find out or if you would tell him but you got the seduction and the fucking part down! That’s all you needed honestly.

Most of this was so you could get back at Eren but at the same time, some of it was because you had the tiniest crush on Armin ever since you both were little kids. Even though you’ve fucked a bunch of guys, had them sleep over, and dated a lot, your micro feelings for Armin were always resting in the back of your head coming to the surface when you were alone in your room with your hand between your thighs in your panties and a pillow pressed to your face to block your moans.

You’ve been doing that for quite a while as you’ve wanted Armin for years.

Since his junior year and your sophomore when you two landed in the same mixed gym class, he had his blonde bob and wore glasses during that time but you still wanted him. That one class when some loser let his hand slip and hit you in the face with a dodgeball; Armin was helping you to your feet with his hand accidentally cupping your ass which he, of course, apologized for but you didn’t mind. Not at all.

You wanted to tell him that so badly but of course there was Eren ruining everything after he got done yelling at that loser for hitting you. For the first time ever, eren decided to be a good big brother and not let Zeke fill that role instead and take you to the nurse when all you wanted was for Armin to take you there. You thought you’d get him to take you another way if he did but of course, Eren had to be a cock-block even when you both got back to class.

“Ah is she okay!?” Armin asked loudly as he rushed over to you and Eren as you both walked through the gymnasium doors with you holding a paper towel to your nose that was just running with blood in hopes that it wouldn’t continue its rapid flow. Eren took his arm from around your shoulders as he hummed “Yeah, she’s okay. It’s not broken or anything.” Armin let out a relieved sigh at your brother's words as he pushed his rectangle-framed glasses up while you shamelessly stared at him in his gym uniform that seemed a little too tight for him. You could see his scrawny body with little to no muscle (he’s working on it okay!) through his shirt.

Armin made eye contact with you “That’s good, thought we’d have to call Zeke to get you.” He said sweetly which made a smile appear on your face but it quickly fell at the sound of your brother’s voice “Yeah, thought I’d have to get Ymir and beat the hell out of that guy.” Ugh, he was annoying. Eren knew he couldn’t kick anyone's ass even if he had Superman’s powers and yet he was still saying he would.

Of course, Armin looked at him concerningly but said nothing and shook his head before turning to you once more “I’m just glad you’re okay.” He told you comfortingly as he embraced you into a hug with his hands resting on your lower back, you wished that they went even lower like they did before but what he whispered next into your ear really made you want that “Don’t tell Eren about earlier, ‘kay? He’d be so mad.”

He said it like he meant to put his hands on your ass which contradicted his previous apology and it riled you up and made your childhood crush really blossom and now…you had finally gotten your chance to act out all those fantasies and thoughts you had due to his words and piss Eren off at the same time. It’s like a dream come true!

So when you were getting ready to go to Armin's dorm on college campus for your study session that was hopefully going to turn into more, you made sure to put on the cutest black lace thong with a matching bra that was practically see-through, you could see the darkness of your nipples showing through the fabric before you put on your skimpy top and tight-fitting shorts.

Falsies fluttered constantly as you looked through them peering up at Armin’s dorm door waiting for him to come and open the door for you and his study session. You perked up at the sound of the door unlocking before it opened revealing the blonde already staring at you but his gaze turned confused very quickly and you knew why. 

You looked stupid, didn’t you? Here for a study session and yet there was nothing in your hands, no books, no pencil, nothing. Everything you needed was in the pockets of your shorts, your phone, and of course a condom. “Hi Armin, can I come in?” You questioned looking him up and down, he was wearing the white tee and grey sweatpants combo that almost made you drop to your knees while foaming at the mouth clawing at the waistband of his pants in the middle of this hallway.

His blue eyes drifted down to your boobs that were practically out of your shirt but quickly returned to your face that had gained a promiscuous smirk at the drifting of his gaze “Uh y-yeah, sure.” Armin stammered shaking his head seemingly to snap himself out of a trance that your body put him in. He moved out of the way and let you walk inside the dorm room that he shared with Bertholdt but clearly, the male wasn’t here which would make this all the easier for you “So what do you need help with exactly, you didn’t bring anything?” Armin asked his voice less nervous than it was before as he closed the door and leaned against it while his eyes followed your body as you sat on the edge of his neatly-done bed kicking your shoes off.

You blinked your falsies at him as you leaned back on your palms “A lot, I just thought I’d watch you y’know…do some of the work.” You replied making sure to purse your glossy lips out a bit with your words as you gazed at the blonde that was inching closer to you “I think it’s easier if I watch someone like you do it.” It wasn’t a lie, you weren’t very good at science and Armin was but you were playing it up a little bit. Like you needed him…well you did just not in the way you were telling him.

Armin nervously crept over to his desk that had his PC and everything on it which was sometimes used to play video games loudly with Eren, Connie, and Jean but its main use was for school work “What do you mean?” He asked as you stood up grabbed a chair from Bertholdt’s side of the room and sat down right next to Armin who was glancing down at your cleavage and your thighs, and who knows what he was looking at when your back was turned. You never took Armin for a perv but you weren’t hating the idea of that.

“I mean smart people, eren’s useless so he can’t help me and Mikasa never has time. She’s always with Eren in his room.” You blabber watching as Armin’s blue eyes were focused on his computer screen which was now showing the science homework you two had and you saw all his little glimpses toward you and your chest but you didn’t say anything and sat there all pretty like you had no clue what he was doing. When for the first time ever you knew.

Whenever Armin talked about things he liked such as the ocean, ‘nerd stuff’, and whatnot, you were the only one who really listened. Like actually listened to the point when he referenced something from previous conversations, you were the only one who remembered every single thing. It was a miracle that no one knew about your crush, well no one cared to say anything because if pretty much any of the guys knew, they’d definitely say something and laugh at you for doing something so stupid that would make Eren murder someone.

Armin’s cheeks turned pink at the mention of Eren and Mikasa's private relations “What about the times he’s not?” You merely shook your head at his question as you watched him solve the science problems easily “It’s still easier to watch you. You’re smarter than Eren.” You said wrapping your arms around Armin’s and leaning against him snuggling your head into his shoulder and you felt Armin tense up at this action but he didn’t say anything about it.

“Thanks, (n/n),” Armin said with a sheepish smile as he glanced down at you before back at the computer screen. You placed your other hand on his thigh not wanting to waste any time here because Bertholdt could be back any minute, you didn’t even know where he was but you just didn’t want him to come back anytime soon.

A whimper let out from Armin’s lips as you began to rub his thigh gently moving your hand up closer to his crotch but only subtly though he could tell. Armin could tell anytime you touched him compared to someone else's no matter where you put your hands. Your hands were gentle when they touched him almost like you were scared to touch him. You weren’t.

You wanted to be as close to him as possible and savored every touch you got with him, you were definitely going to savor this night even if it was just a one-time thing “You’ve always been smart Armin…I thought it was cute.” You muttered softly as you looked up at the male who was already looking down at you nervously, his expression was so cute! His flushed face, his nervous gaze, and how he was nearly sweating just by your hand on his thigh.

“I still do y’know.” Your hand trailed up to the waistband of his sweatpants but you didn’t do anything but sink your fingertips past them just pulling them away from his skin and letting it slap back against his soft pale flesh. His skinny hand came down and placed itself on top of yours stopping you as you felt warmness overtake your skin “We–...We shouldn’t do this (n/n).” The blonde male said as he looked down at you like he was scared but he was obviously enjoying it with the movement you felt coming from his sweatpants.

The clacking of his keyboard had stopped and it was now silent in the room “Do you not want to?” You asked slowly drawing your hand away but his hand which was just resting on top of yours now had a tight hold on yours and was holding it in place which startled you, it was a drastic change from how gentle he always was with just his hand on yours.

Armin looked away as if he was ashamed of his actions “I just think Eren would be mad.” You knew that was coming soon, Armin was a lot of things, and stupid was definitely not one of them, not even a little bit and you knew he’d catch onto what you were trying to do and tell you something about Eren and blah blah blah but you obviously didn’t care much for that, only what he really wanted to do.

With his hold on your hand, it’s obvious he didn’t want you to go anywhere but you still had to make sure “But do you want to?” You questioned again ignoring his previous statement about your brother and how he might disapprove of it. Eren was a dick and if he wanted to play that card, you could too. You could be a dick by riding his best friend’s.

Armin stared down at you for a while thinking about what he should say and what it would mean if he said something “Yes but–” With that, your fingers went back to his waistband but this time you were gently pulling them down but not completely yet, just teasingly “...what if eren finds out? He’ll be so mad at me.” Armin continued saying those words he said in high school but a bit differently and the context behind it was very different and not just a small accident.

You glanced down at the band of his Nike Pros before looking back up at him through your lashes “I don’t care. Why do you? You want it right?” Armin was quick to nod at your question making a smile stretch across your glossy lips as you ran the tip of your finger over the Nike Logo on his boxers “Yeah…I guess he doesn’t have to find out, right?” Armin said leaning back in his chair his eyes locked on your fingers just wanting them to inch closer to his crotch nearly bitting into the softness of his pink bottom lip that was almost the same color as the apples of his cheeks that showed his enjoyment and flustered feeling.

You shook your head not breaking eye contact with him “I won’t say anything.” You said seductively allowing your hands to slip past the waistband of his boxers and into the small bush of his blonde pubes before lowering it further to his cock.

Armin’s back arched slightly as he felt your hands wrap around him “I w-won’t say anything either.” He sputtered out as you moved your hand up and down while remaining eye contact with him, god you were such a bitch. Keeping eye contact with him while slowly jerking him off knowing it’d make him more embarrassed and completely bricked.

You leaned up releasing your hold on his arm and pressing a kiss to his lips that were letting out small whimpers and grunts. It grew sloppy very fast with Armin being eager. His hips were bucking up into your hand and his hands were just by his side not knowing where to go or what to touch, maybe your wrist? Your waist? Your shoulder? Or should he just keep them where they were? His mind was full of just you and only you that he couldn’t even think straight and you hadn’t even really begun to do anything yet.

You moaned into his mouth as he did the same before gently pulling away with a thin string of saliva connecting you two, your lip gloss was now on his lips and even around it, you could only imagine what it looked like on your lips now. Armin watched as your head tilted down to the movement you were causing in the confinements of his pants before you looked right back at him tilting your head curiously.

“Can I?” Armin wasn’t sure exactly what you were asking here but he had an idea so he nodded ferociously but when your hand left his pants, he got confused.

When he saw you beginning to take off your panties and shorts in one go, that’s when he caught on and began to do the same. He lifted his hips to slide off his grey sweatpants and then his all-black Nike Pros allowing both of the clothing articles to pool at his ankles as he sat there awkwardly waiting for you.

You grinned up at Armin before transferring yourself to his lap using it as a chair but you were just hovering over him now with your knees on each side of him supporting your body as you lined him up with your dripping cunt.

Armin’s hands instinctively went to your waist as you rested on his shoulders. The male stared up at you as you carefully perfected the lineup to make sure he didn’t miss the hole, he’d wanted you for the longest and he finally was going to get you. I mean, this wasn’t how he was planning on it going down, he was going to ask you out and then you guys would get to this part but this was okay too. It was great actually because he didn’t know if he could wait until you two started to date to get some of you. He definitely could not but good thing you’re a slut right?

A loud moan left your mouth as you slowly lowered yourself onto Armin’s cock making him throw his head back while he leaned back in his chair.

His back arched as you fully sunk, his legs spread allowing you to bottom out as you let out a whimper at Armin’s nails digging into the bare flesh of your hips harshly surely leaving indents there “Are you okay?” Armin asked as he managed to open his eyes and look at you reaching up one of his hands to cup your cheek carefully.

That’s one of the things you loved most about him. He was always thinking about other people. You were sure Armin was losing his mind right now by the way he was scarcely thrusting up into you and the grunts in between his words and yet he was still making sure you were okay when you were way more than okay. Nearly losing yourself in how full you felt but you were still feeling amazing.

You nodded your head as you smiled at him “Of course. Are you?” Armin nodded silently at your question taking in the warmth of being inside you and how tight you were, squeezing him every other second. You began to play with his hair slicking it back and running your fingers through it making a mess of the beautiful blonde locks. You wish you’d been able to do this when he had his long hair but this was just as enjoyable.

Armin leaned in for a kiss again which you happily obliged to. The kiss started sweet and soft as your hands went to his neck holding onto him for support as you began to grind on him rubbing your thighs against his which made the brutal feeling of his nails piercing into your skin grow. You and Armin's tongues fought for dominance with it quickly ending with Armin taking control, you’d like to say you let him but you didn’t. He won the battle and got a little rougher with his win.

He kissed you harsher as he pulled you closer to his body. Armin lifted you taking you by surprise before slamming you back down on him making you shout into the kiss and biting down onto Armin’s lip “Sorry…” You muttered as you broke the kiss watching as Armin touched his bottom lip which was bleeding a bit before looking down at the tip of his finger “It’s fine. Just keep going, baby.” You couldn’t even think of a response and just continued your grinding but this time you were bouncing a bit closing your eyes as you moaned.

Armin’s hand snuck up your shirt and under your bra squeezing your boob roughly as he went and buried his face in your neck kissing and sucking on you, covering the bare skin with purple marks some darker than others. His nails released their hold on your skin and his hand trailed down to your butt harshly groping it as he bit down on your neck smearing the blood of his lip all over your neck.

“Fuck.” You cursed getting quicker with your pace as you fucked yourself on his cock while whimpering like a slut. It’s a little crazy how Armin was just the one that was whimpering a second ago but now you were and he was the cause. 

You never pictured Armin as a rough lover. In your fantasies, he was always so gentle, so calm, his fingers softly trailing over your skin as he whispered comforting words into your ears. Nothing like how he was in reality, biting you, covering you in hickies, creating indents in your skin from how rough he was grabbing you.

You weren’t necessarily complaining, it just took you by surprise and you didn’t know how to react other than with your moans of delight “So pretty. You put this on for me?” Armin asked as he backed away from your neck leaning right back in his chair as he lifted your shirt revealing the lacy bra, you didn’t even say anything and just nodded rapidly while continuing to moan “Was for me to take off or look at ‘cus...I don’t know which one I wanna do.” The blonde cooed looking up at you as you finally opened your eyes to look at him. You’ve never really seen Armin look at you like that, you’ve never seen him look at anyone like that. His eyes lidded damn nere closed, lust in his eyes, a smirk on his face and it seemed as if the blue of his eyes were more noticeable than usual. They were practically glowing as they traveled up and down your half-naked body.

“I don’t know…” You blabbered. You couldn’t even remember what you put the bra on for if it was just for him to look at or if it was for him to take it off too. You just wanted to look pretty for him and didn’t think that far ahead into what he would do “C’mon baby…you gotta know.” Armin whispered slapping a hand on your ass and making you jolt up earning a small whimper from him.

If you didn’t know before, you definitely don’t know now with how he was talking to you “W-Which ever you want.” You sputtered out as you slowed down your movements trying to compose yourself your eyes shutting close again.

Armin hummed in delight at your words “Really? I think I’m gonna keep it on you. Makes ‘em look so pretty.” He spoke lowly running one of his fingers over the pattern of the lace, his eyes locked on your boobs less ashamed now. You nodded and hummed as you sat still on him getting more sensitive by the moment just from him being inside of you.

The male’s blue eyes drifted down to where you two were connected and looked back up at you “Baby, you’re gorgeous and I love you but I’m gonna need you to move a little faster f’me.” Armin cooed smiling up at you. It’s not like you were going fast exactly before you stopped but something was better than nothing even if he wanted much more.

You smiled brightly and opened your eyes peering down at him “I love you too Armin.” The blonde let out a laugh and his smile widened. It was no surprise that you only paid attention to that part of his sentence, it looked like there was nothing in that head of yours anymore “You need me to take control? You can just lay there and look pretty, I don’t mind.” He said sweetly tilting his head slightly making his blonde hair sway and it made him look even more pretty.

No matter how much he cut his hair, his golden locks were always so silky especially when they moved in the slightest tilt of his head or the small blow of the wind “No, I-I got it.” You said placing your hands on his chest before beginning to move once more but this time you weren’t grinding with the addition of small bouncing, you were going up and down making slapping sounds echo off the off-white walls with wet sounds following it.

Groans escaped Armin’s throat with some slips of whimpers and whines as he threw his head back, hands gripping your ass as if his life depended on it while your tits bounced in the lacy fabric in his face. Armin’s blue eyes stayed focused on you and didn’t close once, he wanted to keep looking at you and how pretty you looked with your mouth wide open letting out pornographic sounds.

Armin had never admitted it to anyone in the world but he always thought you were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He believed it when he was young and still believed it.

Even though he hadn’t told anyone about it, a few people caught on when he was younger maybe in his elementary or middle school years? He didn’t quite remember but what he did remember was when Eren came to him during their math class and told him about how obvious his feelings for you were. Armin was so embarrassed when that happened and a little devastated by what Eren said but he did it anyway because that was his best friend and he’d do anything for him.

But looking back at that, he was sure he only agreed to that because Eren was his only friend and he was very much a pushover.

“Armin, I know you like my sister.” Eren had told him when sitting down on the empty desk beside the blonde’s with a straight face. Armin’s face went pale and his eyes widened in shock at that moment not knowing what to say as he was just doing long division a second ago.

He dropped his #2 pencil on the worksheet and pushed his glasses up “Don’t lie. I always see you looking at her.” Eren said narrowing his eyes at his friend practically sensing that guilty excuses of denial were soon going to start pouring out of his friend’s mouth “Sorry eren…She’s just…very pretty.” The long-haired boy muttered as he began fumbling with his fingers while looking at his lap refusing to meet his friend’s eyes.

Eren sighed as he dropped his head understanding how he was probably making his friend very nervous “I know. I can’t keep those stupid soccer boys away from her.” He grumbled remembering all the times he’s literally had to jump in front of you with his arms in the air yelling for them to back away from his little sister. He didn’t think you were old enough to be dating even though he’s had his fair share of five-day relationships. Eren would use that excuse for you until you were in the eighth grade and would then lay out a list of guys you shouldn’t date because ‘they’re the worst guys ever’ which consisted of soccer guys, basketball guys, and Jean. Jean was the only specific name on there.

Armin glanced up at his friend still nervous as he shuffled in his seat “Look, I don’t care if you like her or anything but don’t date her! I’d love to have you as a brother but she’s super annoying, you deserve better than her.” Eren said with a small pout on his lips making Armin laugh but the blue-eyed boy nodded while agreeing with the conditions “Okay eren. I won’t date her.”

It was stupid how he told Eren that but continued to like you after all this time. Armin was sure that the ‘deserved better than her’ reason had worn off now and was replaced by something like ‘It’s just so gross’ and Armin understood where Eren was coming from now. He and Eren had kissed two times at two separate parties both times with them being basically blackout drunk and of course, you didn’t know, no one knew and that’s the way both of them wanted it to stay, and Eren seeing him start dating his sister after all of that would be very weird for Eren and Armin. Armin still wanted to date you regardless though but was still considering how Eren would feel about it.

But who said he couldn’t fuck you? Eren didn’t have to know about that and if he did find out, it’d just be something to ease him into accepting Armin dating you.

Plus, it’s not like Armin cared very much about what Eren felt now that he was six inches deep inside of the warmth of your soaking cunt.

“Ughn! Shit, you feel so good.” Armin whined loudly as he squeezed his eyes closed feeling a tightness in his stomach but he quickly snapped them back open reminding himself of the beauty in front of him who was quite literally doing all the work to make him and herself feel good. Shit, by the way, you were fucking yourself out, he wouldn’t have cared if you wanted to peg the shit outta him.

The pleasure both of you felt was soon interrupted by a loud ringing of someone’s phone. You opened your eyes and turned your head around slowing the bouncing and resorting to grinding which made Armin hate phones “Who is it?” He asked though it came out as a whine with his heavy breathing. You saw his phone glowing and ringing on the desk which his PC sat on and you squinted trying to see the contact name through the growing tears of pleasure and when you saw it your eyes widened and you let out a whine of frustration.

It was Eren. Stupid Eren being a cockblock once again.

Yeah, you did this whole thing to get back at Eren and take advantage of your anger against your brother to finally do what you’ve wanted to for a while but if he called, you were going to stop. Having your brother listen to you fucking his best friend was disgusting. His finding out about it was a whole other thing and now in the state of mind you were from this dick that made you dumb, you didn’t really care too much about if he’d find out at all.

Fuck, this wasn’t even about getting back at Eren anymore. This was about feeling your desire and your need for the blonde.

“S’ eren…” You muttered turning back to Armin with a saddened look on your face and his eyes widened too seemingly snapping out of whatever trance you had put him in. He took his hand off the flesh of your ass and went to reach for his phone with his hand trembling from the pleasure he was still receiving from your small movements but you placed one of your hands on the desk in front of the phone before he could grab it.

You shook your head as you sped up the pace lifting yourself up and down once more “Don’t get it.” You pleaded looking down at Armin hoping to persuade him to just ignore the call and he didn’t say anything and just stared back at you. He broke eye contact and looked behind you seeing the phone and sighed. He knew Eren was just going to keep calling until he eventually got the idea that he was not going to answer the phone and he’d definitely get scolded for not picking up.

Fuck it. It’s whatever.

“Fine.” The Arlert male said looking back up at you and you smiled slightly before picking up the pace making Armin’s calm manner quickly disappear and back into his little whines and deep groans “Fuck, you killing me.” Armin said with a groan his hand gripping the edge of the desk and his other digging his short nails into your ass once again remaking the marks that had faded.

You leaned down and began placing sloppy kisses onto the fair-colored skin of his neck and he gave you full access with his head being thrown back. Your body pressed further against his with your boobs pressing against his hard chest making you moan onto his neck from the feeling of your sensitive nipples pressing against him.

You could feel yourself inching closer and closer to a release with every second and every bounce. You were falling more in love with Armin as his pretty groans and whimpers filled the silence along with yours, he was so sweet, so gentle yet still so rough but it was the perfect balance.

That balance was pleasurable enough but the sound of your moans mixing with his was like the most perfect lemonade to ever exist. Sweet and Sour, the sour was his occasional deep groans after the sweetness of his whimpers had run out.

Your back arched as you let out a loud whine letting go and cumming all over his cock biting down on his neck as your toes curled.

However, Armin hadn’t cum and he was not done. Not one bit. His other hand came back to your ass and he continued to bounce you up and down even after you had stopped to catch your breath “Sorry…just need this s’bad!” Armin apologized with his voice wavering. You weren’t really sure what he was apologizing for exactly, maybe the increase in roughness? Maybe the sudden force? It didn’t matter because you didn’t care. He was just helping you ride out your orgasm. Well, the rest of it.

Soon you felt his warm seed sputtering inside of you and filling you all up, it seemed endless until it stopped “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” Armin asked through his deep breaths, his chest rising and falling under your sweaty palm as you retracted your face from the crook of his neck to look at him breathing just as heavy as he was.

You shook your head lightly “No, m’ okay…” You whispered as you tried to catch your breath and Armin nodded at your answer.

His hands went to your hips much gentler than they were before almost as if you were fine china and it was the first time he was using you and in a way, it was. He lifted you from his limp cock with ease and allowed you to stand to your feet but your legs and feet had fallen asleep by now, it’d be pretty hard to walk home now “What are you doing?” Armin asked as he saw you bending over to grab the clothes you had discarded while he pulled up his Nike Pros but kicked the sweatpants off.

You looked at him not really knowing what to say and just shrugged your shoulders “Can’t leave yet, I still gotta clean you up.” Armin said standing to his feet and swooping you into his arms not asking you or giving you any heads-up so you sat there being carried confused as to what he was doing.

“I just do that myself when I get home.” You said as the blonde carried you to the bathroom kicking open the cracked door before waddling over to the tub “Why? It’s the least I can do, you were practically doing all the work.” Armin said laughing awkwardly as he set you inside the porcelain tub being careful before reaching over and letting you take the remainder of your clothing off before turning on the faucet letting the warm water flow into the tub and onto your feet.

It wasn’t necessarily a secret that you had your more than fair share of horrible boyfriends but not everyone in the world knew. Armin and a few of you two’s other friends knew because either you told them or Eren blabbed his mouth to them about every time you’d complain to him about some stupid guy and that’s the reason why Armin knew about almost everything. 

Since the ninth grade, he’d heard from Eren about all the horrible guys you’ve dated who played you, lied, cheated, yelled, even left you stranded at a party and all Armin wished was that you found a guy that actually found the sweetness and greatness in you. He wished more than anything that it would be him.

He dreamed about all the things he’d do for you, to you, and with you, that’d put a smile on your face. All the things you’d deserve that he’d give you even if it nearly killed him.

He wanted that more than ever right now as he looked at you relaxing in the hot water that was filling up the tub very fast. He reached his hand into the tub and grabbed yours holding it comfortingly and rubbing his thumb over your knuckles which made your eyes open and dart to him “I love you (y/n).” Armin spoke softly leaning his cheek against the side of his tub never looking away from you with his light-colored eyelashes fluttering with minor blinks and it seemed as if he was trying to stop blinking so he wouldn’t waste a single second looking away from you.

“I love you too Armin.” You said with a kind smile on your face as you squeezed his hand with his cheeks turning red from your words. Your smile slowly turned from kind to mischievous as your pure thoughts changed to the complete opposite realizing you were naked.

You lifted your foot out of the tub and rested it on the edge which drew the blonde’s attention “Y’know armin…I didn’t learn much from your study session.” You whispered looking back up at Armin who very quickly caught onto what you were trying to say and got incredibly embarrassed “Come on, you’re the one that called it that…” He muttered lifting his head from the side of the tub as he looked away from you his cheeks burning a bright red.

That was true, you were the one who called it that but you both didn’t even attempt to get down to the science. Got down and dirty before Armin could even get to the beginning of the science work “Yeah but I hope we get another one, I actually wanna learn somethin’.” You said shrugging your shoulders as you placed your other leg on the other side of the tub spreading them.

Armin’s eyes were locked on your wet legs as water dripped in droplets from your calves, he wondered if his cum was still there or if it had washed out into the water “What next? Seems like you got biology down pretty good.” He said meeting your eyes again with a smile on his face that matched yours.

“Maybe neuroscience. I can teach you stuff too like what makes girls happy.” Armin almost laughed at how you were referring to serotonin but clearly forgot what it was called, he would’ve if he didn’t watch how the drops of water rolled down your tits to your areolas and down to your tummy.

Armin brought his hand to your leg and rubbed it up and down making you bite down into your lip “I think I know what makes girls happy.” He said his hand growing closer to your crotch moving down to your inner thigh and the ache in your cunt returned practically pulsing as you watched the way he looked at you. Seemed he realized the way you were squeezing around nothing.

You tilted your head as you looked at him sinking deeper into the warm water “Really? What makes me happy then?” You questioned with a whine slipping out with each inch Armin’s hand came closer and his smirk widened as the glowing in his eyes returned as if he was some sort of predator getting ready to pounce and eat you alive.

“Me.”

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[talesof-old]

family | j.s. & n.s.

pairing: jake sully x reader x neytiri sully

warning(s): 18+, smut, breeding kink?, sex with the intention to have a baby, wlw, piv, thigh riding, threesome, fmf relationship. this is completely unedited lmao

word count: 3.02k

in which you decide you’re ready to have kids

masterlist

in this, the Olo’eyktan and their mate can have another additional mate, a third partner

usually this is someone who is not a warrior (if the other two are), but if one of the original two is not a warrior, the additional partner is usually a warrior

the trio becomes inseparable, a true unit

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You hummed as you wove, shoulders gently rocking from side to side as you tightened the grasses to ensure nothing could spill out of the basket you were making. Neytiri was across from you, cutting up fruits and vegetables to add to dinner tonight. Insects buzzed around you and for the first time in years, everything felt truly peaceful.

You were barely old enough to be a warrior when the Sky People destroyed much of your home. Sure, you’d bonded with your ikran, and learned how to hunt and fight, but it wasn’t your calling. You were a healer, a crafter, a touch too soft for full blown war. Despite that, you’d fought, earned your scars and a place among your people.

Neytiri’s eyes wandered over your figure, flickering to your fingers intentional movements, weaving everything together at a quickness she could not imitate. The speed at which you could do such things never failed to amaze her. She was far more suited to hunting, or, at the very least, much preferred it.

Jake was off with the boys today, teaching them how to track game through the forest. Neytiri had elected to stay behind with you and the girls, as Tuk had decided she would be clinging to her mothers instead of letting them do anything. Now, Tuk was playing with a wooden toy Jake had carved for her, making loud noises as she pretended the bird was flying through the air. Neytiri smiled fondly. You’d brought a sense of stability that was hard to find to the family.

A warmth filled her that had her shifting, her tail twitching behind her. No. There would be time to show you how she felt later. There were things that needed tending to now. Still, she couldn’t help the way her eyes shifted to you every so often, your face glowing as you interacted with Tuk and Kiri, coaxing the former to help you smear your already finished baskets in wax.

All Jake could think about was getting home. He wasn’t as young as he used to be, and being Olo’eyktan was more taxing on his body than he had anticipated. He longed for one of his mates’ hands on his back, working out the stiffness that seemed to plague him on hard days. Lo’ak and Neteyam were mocking each other in front of him, dancing out of each other’s reach when the other had had enough and decided to physically retaliate.

As everyone mounted their ikrans, all he could hear was your voice in his ear.

Let them be boys, Ma Jake. Let them be children.

When he’d first become Olo’eyktan and had heard of the custom of a third mate, he honestly thought there was no way for him to love someone as much as Neytiri. Someone so different from Neytiri. But somehow, you’d managed to capture both of their hearts.

Jake scanned the sky around them, instinctually checking for any threats as the three of them ascended to their home in the Hallelujah Mountains. Lo’ak whooped, spinning in the air in tricks that had Jake’s heart racing. His sons were strong, and sure in their skills, but that never stopped him from worrying, it seemed. Didn’t stop him from trying to protect them. Tuk, Kiri, and Mo’at were waiting for the boys to return when they landed, disconnecting their kurus and ensuring the comfort of their ikran companions.

Jake frowned at the lack of his mates. Mo’at chuckled, waving her grandsons over. She’d seen the way Neytiri had eyed you today, and had nearly laughed at the way she’d pleaded for her to watch the grandchildren for the night.

“They told me you would know where to find them.”

Jake blinked, blood rushing downward at the words. Mo’at smirked and ushered her children towards the healers tent despite their groans of reluctance. The older three had a knowing look of disgust on their faces, though Tuk seemed to be oblivious to the implication of her grandmother’s words.

He glanced at the swaynivi his family normally stayed in, the emptiness spurring him in motion. He reached for Bob, connecting their kurus and guiding him back into the air. Wind whipped at his cheeks as he flew higher, dipping in and out of fog and waterfalls to get to the place the three of you had decided would be your spot. Heat knotted in his gut and he adjusted his loincloth. He’d long since given up trying to explain the effect the two of you had on him.

You sighed as Neytiri’s lips trailed down your torso, open-mouthed and hungry as she sucked and nipped along your skin. The rocks beneath you bit into your shoulders, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. Everything around you was bursting with color, glowing as the sun disappeared and the world darkened. It never failed to amaze you. The awe you felt was nothing short of religious when it came to Pandora.

The sound of beating wings drew you from Neytiri’s worship and you glanced towards the source, a grin spreading across your face. Jake all but jumped from Bob, his face harsh in the dim lighting. You reached for him, pushing aside the way he made you feel when he simply towered over you.

Your hand slid up his calf, gentle and teasing. He inhaled sharply and before you could blink he was on his knees beside you, mouth pressed hard against yours. You sighed, tangling your fingers in his locs and tugging, hard. He moaned into your mouth and you smirked, feeling Neytiri pull away from your thighs to press up against Jake.

He shuddered against you as her palm slid from his stomach to his loincloth. You slipped your tongue between his lips as his mouth parted, spurred on by the languid strokes of Neytiri. The three of you barely had a chance away from the kids these days, plus the trips to other clans for trade and maintaining peace. You tilted your head back and let out a soft sound as Jake removed his lips from yours and latched onto your neck, deepening the marks your other mate had already left.

His hand slipped between your legs, grazing your swollen lower lips in a way that had you gasping. His smile against your skin left you panting. The calluses on his fingertips had you reaching for his bicep, gripping onto him like your life depended on it.

He circled your clit with the pad of his thumb as he inched his finger into your cunt, chuckling at the way you clenched around him. You always felt so good, like the two of you were made for him.

His dick throbbed in Neytiri’s hand, her chin tucked into his shoulder as she peered down at you. Precious you, their little mate. She ran her free hand down his kuru and he shivered, before she reached over to gently grab yours. Your tail flicked in surprise upon contact but other than that, you gave no indication of discomfort. Jake didn’t stop until he was knuckle deep inside you, eyes trained on Neytiri’s hands as she slid her fingers down the length of your kuru and she neared the end. She brought it up to Jake’s kuru, grinning as they connected and you let out a moan. Jake hissed through clenched teeth as you squeezed tight around his finger.

You wiggled your hips, bucking as best you could against Jake’s hand in hopes of friction. Jake tutted, using his free hand to hold you down. You whined at the feeling, letting him pull out of you only to add another finger.

You gasped at the intrusion, your inner muscles squeezing around Jake as if you’d never had sex. It had been too long, you determined. Too long since he’d been inside of you. You moaned at a particularly rough swipe of your clit. Desire shot through you, clearly from Jake. You couldn’t help but giggle. Neytiri smiled from her place behind Jake, eyes still trained on where your mate was fingering you.

Tension curled in your gut and you moved your hand, gripping Jake’s wrist and whining. He paused, brow raised as you shook your head.

“I want you to fuck me.” He smirked, glancing at Neytiri who shared his expression. You normally avoided having Jake fuck you, not because you didn’t like it, but because you hadn’t felt like it was the right time for you to be pregnant. Of course, there was always the chance that you wouldn’t, but the risk didn’t outweigh the good.

You felt ready now. It was how you and Neytiri had ended up here in the first place, a whispered, I think I’m ready to add to our family, and she was all over you. Jake slowed as a longing washed over him. Neytiri stroked his arms, kissing his shoulder blade before drawing away. Tension bled away into confusion.

“What-“ You shifted backwards, a displeased sigh escaping you as his fingers left your cunt. He watched as you got into an all too familiar position, though it was normally Neytiri in that spot. The latter settled beneath you, back against the ground, until her cunt made contact with your thigh, a pleased hiss leaving her lips. You cupped her face, pressing your mouth to hers as Jake got situated behind you.

He tugged at his loincloth, letting it fall away. He jerked himself, running his finger over the slit to make sure he was ready. He looked up as Neytiri let out a loud moan, rocking herself against your leg. You were on your hands and knees, ass up and tail flicking. Jake palmed your smooth skin, tracing the glowing freckles along your body before lining himself up with your cunt. “You ready, baby?”

“When you are.” Was your response, your voice breathy with anticipation. You stiffened as he made contact with you, pushing his big head in slowly to allow you to adjust. You whimpered at the pressure, too much and not enough all at once.

Jake shushed you, gripping your hips to stop you from sinking deeper onto his dick. Neytiri was riding your thigh, your skin slick as her lips and clit dragged across it. You felt her clenching against you.

“Good girl, taking me so well.”

Jake eased into you, your tail flicking sporadically as he filled you. You reached behind you, taking Jake’s arm and wrapping it around your waist to help keep you up. Only once his grip tightened around you did you shift your weight to one arm, using the other to rub Neytiri’s clit. Her body jerked once you made the additional contact. Her lips parted and you couldn’t tear your eyes away, the woman beneath you the very embodiment of beauty.

“So pretty,” you whispered.

She whimpered, your name falling from her lips. “Harder,” she rasped.

Jake nuzzled his face into your neck, limbs heavy as your desperation began to sink in. He couldn’t get enough of you. Your skin, your touch, your scent, everything. It was dizzying in the best way. All-consuming.

“Mhmm,” Jake huffed under his breath, tendons tight in his neck. “So tight.”

Neytiri mewled, clutching at your body as she brought herself closer and closer to the edge. Jake shook his head, willing himself to focus. Neytiri’s soft pleas and your gentle reassurances filled his ears. You rocked your hips backwards, bottoming out. He hissed as your ass came in contact with his sensitive balls. Arousal shot up his spine and you whined, a similar feeling spreading through you.

“Gotta take care of my baby, don’t I?”

Jake pulled out halfway before giving an experimental thrust, shuddering at the pleasure that coiled in his gut. You didn’t always connect your kurus when you were having sex. In fact, normally you’d have him and Neytiri connect theirs and simply basked in their attention. Feeling your emotions made this feel far more intimate than he was used to.

He really didn’t mind.

You continued to rub at Neytiri’s clit, urging her closer and closer to the edge with each stroke. She was content to play from the side today, she’d murmured against your skin earlier. The objective today was to fill you to the brim, all with the hope that Eywa would bless you with a child. Though in your rush to feel one another, you might’ve forgotten to mention that to a very important member of the process.

You gasped when Jake decided to finally start thrusting in and out of you, hips pressing up against your ass. A moan escaped you as his balls dragged against your skin, shivering at the velvety feeling. You clenched involuntarily around him, causing Jake to grunt.

“Good girl, taking what I give you.”

He kept a slow and steady pace, letting you adjust to his size. Neytiri keened beneath you, her orgasm steadily rising as her hips began to frantically rock along your thigh. Her mouth parted and you kept circling her clit. She clenched around nothing, cum dripping out of her as she climaxed. It ran down your leg and she trembled as you continued your motions to help her ride it out.

Your eyes were half lidded as you watched her, a pleasant warmth consuming you with Jake inside of you. Neytiri pushed your hand away, chest heaving. You smiled softly and she sent you a weak one in return, ready to finally focus on the act of pleasure between you and Jake. You straightened yourself until your back was pressed firmly against Jake’s chest. He buried his face in your neck once more, running his fangs along your skin. You sighed, arching your back to meet his thrusts. The angle changed, hitting something deep inside you that made you choke on a moan, your hands flying to find purchase on the one person that could ground you at this moment.

Jake.

You reached to grasp at his arms, his muscles taunt underneath your fingers.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” His chest rumbled with his words and you shuddered, urging him to move faster. He picked up the pace, his thrusts remaining deep. Neytiri shuffled to her knees in front of you, rubbing soothing circles into your thighs.

“Rub their clit.” Jake’s voice had that edge to it, dominant and authoritative. You whined as Neytiri’s fingertip grazed your swollen clit, body jerking into Jake’s. He chuckled into your skin, nipping at your shoulder.

“Doing so good, baby, taking me so well.” Your eyes squeezed shut as Neytiri found her rhythm, one that had your thighs trembling and heart racing. Jake was tense behind you, hips smacking against your backside with every thrust. Tension pooled in your lower abdomen, burning hot fire spreading through your body. Jake whined at the feeling, a sound that sent shock waves through your system. You clenched hard around him, barely registering the whimper the action drew. You tightened your grip on his arms.

“Please, please,” you weren’t even sure what you were begging for. You just needed him.

“Want you to-” your voice descends into a moan as he thrusts hard into you.

“Want you to finish in me.” You could barely hear yourself, blood rushing through your veins and thundering in your ears. Jake tightened his arm around your waist, his pace quickening to a speed you didn’t anticipate. Your eyes rolled back and your mouth fell open, head falling limp against his shoulder. Neytiri kept up well. Her fingers send shock waves through you, your body overstimulated in the best way. Jake was throbbing inside of you as you pulsed around him, your orgasm fast approaching. You were so close.

“Want a baby, Jake-“ Your climax cut off anything else you might’ve said, stars bursting behind your closed eyes. Jake groaned as you clamped down on him, his balls impossibly tight. Before he knew it, he was coming inside of you.

You rocked your hips through your orgasm, body weak and feverish. Neytiri cooed at you, brushing stray hair from your face. Jake shifted the two of you, still attached, until you were both on your sides. You whimpered as he pulled out of you, cum dripping from your cunt. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“You really want to have a baby?” You hummed tiredly, turning to lay on your back so you could look up at him. There was a brief pause as you thought it over once again. “Yeah.”

You’d been there for every single one of Neytiri’s births, a healer training under Mo’at for Neteyam’s, a potential mate for Lo’ak’s, and then a mate when Tuk was born. At first, the idea of birth had both excited and scared you. The idea that you could create whole beings inside of you was a marvel, but the pain sent terror through you. You’d be in good hands. It didn’t scare you like before.

Jake ran his hands up and down your sides, dick twitching at the imagine of you swollen and pregnant. Neytiri cleaned off her fingers, tracing soft lines along your thighs. You twitch with sensitivity. She grinned, pressing a kiss to your navel.

The pair doted on you, Neytiri kissing along your hips as aftershocks wash over you every few minutes. You traced lines along Jake’s thighs, smiling as he whined whenever you went higher and higher. Neytiri situated herself on your free side, her hands coming up to play with your nipples.

You arched into her, eyes fluttering shut in contentment.

Jake leaned over, kissing you hard on the lips. You sighed into his mouth, hands drawing him closer. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling your body to press against his.

The three of you spent hours wringing pleasure from each other, returning to your home in the late hours of the night. The kids were with Mo’at, leaving you to rest in each other’s arms. By morning, it would be back to the routine, weaving and hunting and watching after children. You smiled into Neytiri’s chest, pressing a chaste kiss to her warm skin.

The pair doted on you, Neytiri kissing along your hips as aftershocks wash over you every few minutes. You traced lines along Jake’s thighs, smiling as he whined whenever you went higher and higher. Neytiri situated herself on your free side, her hands coming up to play with your nipples.

You arched into her, eyes fluttering shut in contentment.

Jake leaned over, kissing you hard on the lips. You sighed into his mouth, hands drawing him closer. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling your body to press against his.

The three of you spent hours wringing pleasure from each other, returning to your home in the late hours of the night. The kids were with Mo’at, leaving you to rest in each other’s arms. By morning, it would be back to the routine, weaving and hunting and watching after children. You smiled into Neytiri’s chest, pressing a chaste kiss to her warm skin.

[erikatsu]

HOLD ME WHILE YOU WAIT ── BLADE

✩ »› SUMMARY: an unexpected visitor from the past shows up for a final goodbye, but you won't let him get away again that easily.

✩ »› PAIRING: blade x fem!reader

✩ »› WARNINGS: HEAVY BLADE & QUINTET LEAK/LORE SPOILERS. hurt/no comfort(?). reader is implied to be a vidyadhara. pet name (àirén (愛人) meaning "lover"). mentions of death. so extremely selfship coded that im posting late. unedited.

✩ »› NOTE: this was supposed to be a drabble but it's hit 2k. whoops.

you were cold. it wasn't like you to let anger fester in complete silence— especially when it was directed towards him. blade was unsure how to feel about it, as he'd never been a target of your temper. he could tell by the stern grip you had on his wrist, and how you pulled a little too hard on the bandages you were redressing. you were tight lipped, eyes fixated on the wounds that would never fully heal. it was a stark comparison from how tender and gentle you would handle him when he came to you hurt. although, you could argue a few differences in him that you had noticed too.

like how the once dexterous hands you were mending used to create beautiful weapons in years long passed, and now they would never design an ornate blade again. his strands of snow white hair were now so blue they were nearly black. the boyish smile that he always donned as soon as he would see you.. had not once reached his lips since he had first shown up. the person you were helping was just the shell of a man you once knew.

the man you knew was ambitious and resilient. the master crafstman who worked his way from the bottom up in a foreign land was now a skilled fighter who wielded his own blade. you could remember each time he attempted to spar with dan heng– ending up being knocked on his ass and at your door with a new wound for you to patch up. how fitting was it that you were the first one there when he awoke from death's door.

you were there to hear his screams, to sit aside as he healed himself faster than you ever could, to silence the monster that stirred inside him. the first time the mara struck, your power over imagination was finally useful after weeks of just helplessly watching him break and heal over and over again.

and you watched as he lost his memory every time– the way he looked at you in complete and utter confusion. he would hold your gaze until his mind pieced everything together— his bottom lip trembling in relief and his hands cupping your face. while the breath of fresh air you provided allowed him to feel safe, it could never silence those from the nightmares that would plague his mind for days to come.

you hated seeing him in so much pain, especially because there was only so much that you cold to do help him. the mara healed him faster than you could, and it left you feeling utterly useless to watch the cycle start and end on a loop until his body became adjusted to it.

then one day, he was just... gone.

you didn't know what happened, or what was going through his mind. did the mara-strike? did he have another nightmare, only for you to not be there to pull him back to reality? or... did he suddenly realize that he no longer needed you? the need to know these answers nagged at you until you finally broke the silence.

"do you remember me," you started off your question, rolling the bandage over hist wrist, "or did you come here out of instinct?"

he was silent for a moment, staring at nothing in particular. he still refused to meet your eyes, knowing that one small glance was all it would take to find himself remembering all the happy moments that he needed to forget.

"i remember," he finally responded. he always would. every scar, every nightmare, every time the monster took over. he remembered all of it.

he didn't think he could forget the face of someone he once deeply cared for– someone he didn't want to admit he still cared about. he'd never forget the gentleness of your hands, despite you being rough now, or the way your presence alone was enough to ground him.

"then why are you here?" you gritted out, a rigidness in your voice he had only heard maybe once or twice before, and never directed at him.

he didn't know how to answer that. there were several ways to do so, seeing how open ended it was. of course, he knew you didn't mean why was he on the luofu, but why he had sought you out after all this time. he could lie and say it was instinct, or that he just felt like taking a trip down memory lane. to tell the truth would be opening a door of emotions he had suppressed for centuries, which lead to vulnerability.

because the truth was, he missed you. he missed how whole he used to feel– how human he was. he missed the peace he could get only from you. while kafka could temporarily silence the hidden monster, you could put it to sleep. and he wanted to feel completely human one last time before his life could finally end.

his silence was a good enough of answer for you.

slowly, you let go of his hand, letting his arm drop to his side. before you could stand, he let his head drop and rest on your shoulder. you stiffened, sharply inhaling at the sudden urge to pull him closer. his breath wavered, realizing the rift between you two couldn't be sewn up by history. you two had a lot of history, and yet you still weren't sure that's what the two of you were now.

you almost smiled, looking back on the days when everything felt so… right in the world. if you indulged those memories, you knew you'd break your resolve.

though it seemed your mind wouldn't allow you to escape it as soon as it felt your longing.

glimpses of the instant connection between the two of you when you first met, helping him at his workshop instead of doing your duties as an elder, watching the sunset together as you sat atop the jade gate, putting paper flower crowns on his soft hair. all the little moments and the big one's briefly flashing before your eyes.

you remembered when he had first moved to luofu. you'd been sent to the artisanship commission when they requested medical attention for a collapsed resident, tending to the outworlder who had gone days without eating and a solid eight hours of sleep. you normally would have lectured him on taking better care of himself, but you couldn't help how shy he'd made you feel with just a sheepish smile. you simply ordered him to bed rest for a few days, which he in turn spent waiting outside of the alchemy commission for you to get a break so he could treat you to lunch or tea.

what started as a few innocent dates blossomed into a romance that was doomed from the start. a human and a life long species were never meant to last. most on the luofu saw humans as ordinary, and you saw those who resided in the luofu as reckless and chasing a dream they could never achieve. he changed that.

he changed so many of your outlooks just by being himself. he made you see the beauty of a human life, and how one lifecycle wasn't inferior to another. he'd shown you the true meaning behind the beauty of the world with just the warmth from his soul.

a warmth that was still there, but barely hanging on.

you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to lean into him. you could feel him relax, exhaling a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. slowly, he wrapped his arms around you, resisting the urge to give in completely.

just as you opened your mouth to repeat your question, he finally spoke.

"i needed to see you," he paused, his voice soft despite clinging to you as if he were petrified that you would slip away from him. "just one last time."

your bottom lip trembled at his words. just one last time. it sounded like a goodbye– one that you never had to begin with. but this farewell seemed heavier than any you had ever faced before, as if it held a double meaning. it made your heart clench tightly in your chest, and suddenly what little strength you had holding your resolve fractured and fell apart.

"àirén, you're not supposed to go where i cannot follow."

death was the one place you could not follow, just as he could not follow you into another life. your species could not procreate, and any deaths lead to dwindling numbers. you were stuck in an endless cycle of life and rebirth, destined to one day forget who you were even holding onto. you weren't sure how much time you had left anyway. a day? a year? so much time wasted without him when you could and should have been there for him.

even if he were to die, and you were to molt the next day... you knew deep down you'd awaken missing a piece of yourself that you would never be able to find. while rebirth would erase any memories you once had, it could not completely sever emotional ties. you'd seen it yourself. couples always found each other again even if they couldn't remember– the special bond they shared would carry over no matter how many times it was forgotten.

but what of those who created special bonds with mortals?

was a life with a hole permanently embedded in your chest better than death? or would it feel the same? maybe they were different. the feeling of a waterlogged existence versus a peaceful end. to live on despite the pain instead of succumbing to an endless darkness. you didn't know which would be worse.

yet, you found yourself sighing, tears finally trailing down your cheeks. you never thought one person could make you question life itself. and you never expected to be able to find any beauty in death.

"then again... six hundred years is a long time to live, isn't it?" the words you spoke shook him, causing him to lift his head.

the fire that made up his eyes found yours, desperately searching them the way he did when waking from a nightmare. he knew what you meant, and he knew what you'd be giving up. after all, the general had warned him to leave you alone. that you were finally serious about your job, and that you had a little shadow who followed you around and learned from you. he couldn't– no, he wouldn't ask you to leave everyone and everything behind. oh, but aeons, he wanted to.

he wanted to give into his selfish desires, to live what little time he had left with you by his side. he wanted to settle his scores, not just for himself but for you as well. for the time lost and the pain you faced as he went through his unwelcome change. yet he refrained, taking off on his own because he couldn't ask that of you. only for you to tell him he never needed to.

it was something he couldn't wrap his mind around. you had been angry– harsh glances and touches to confirm that when you refused to talk. now, you were sad and telling him what he'd only dreamed of hearing. he wasn't sure if you were messing with him–toying with the emotions he'd been suppressing for centuries.

the only thing he could bring himself to ask was, "why?"

"time does not heal all wounds," you couldn't help but look away. "and i know what is waiting for me in the next life. time also cannot erase what is held in the heart. while i may be angry and hurt, i've never been able to hide that i still love you. i will always love you."

perhaps he was your greatest weakness, and you were his. maybe it was senseless to rush into an ending you couldn't come back from. but at the very end, you'd at least have him.

you could not live for someone you'd inevitably forget. but to give your life for them? well, you thought while finally meeting his eyes again. you cupped his cheeks in your hands before bridging the gap between you two, maybe the most romantic ending for you both could only be death. all you had to do was just hold onto him while you waited.

[jasvishaawrites]

she will (chad meeks-martin x black!reader)

pairing(s): chad meeks-martin x black!reader (fem!reader)

Summary: in which a police officer at a halloween party catches the eyes of a certain shirtless cowboy.

Warnings: language, use of the N-word, mentions of sex, swearing, underage drinking, sexual intentions(no smut), unedited work of mess.

A/n: this is this is truly inspired by she will by lil wayne ft. drake (I suggest listening to the song towards the end) and one of the greatest chad meeks-martin edits i have ever seen, I'll try to link it below. When I saw this edit and heard the song is said….. Yeah, I want him!!! Truly. Anyways, this is a pretty long fic. so grab a snack and hope y'all enjoy!

“damn bitch, who do you think you are?” smiling in the mirror, you turned off your flat iron and placed it on the bathroom counter. “you look too good,” you teased at your reflection. anika, a close classmate of yours, invited you to a halloween party that she and her friends would be attending. you loved anika, she is the sweetest, friendliest, and caring person you would ever meet. it was impossible to hate or have ill intentions towards her.

anika invited you to the party, claiming she wanted to get your “homebody ass” out the house and show her the party animal your homegirls claimed you were. she didn’t believe that you were a partier until she heard your friends ranting about your high school party days. hell, when you first met, anika was complimenting your outfit and you squeaked out a “thank you” like you were a silent church mouse. but once anika heard the testimonies from your friends, she knew she needed proof to back up the statements. you accepted her invitation to the party but didn’t want to be around people you don’t know, so you decided to extend the invite to your best friends.

speaking of your best friends, “shit!” you shouted, running out the bathroom towards your phone charging on your bed. the girls decided to meet up outside of your dorm and walk to the party together. as you looked at your phone you noticed a text from your friend neaveh stating that they were waiting outside for you. that was sent five minutes ago. 

“dammit” you whispered as you ran around your room, picking up the items you planned on bringing with you. realizing that you had your phone, id, dorm key, and your cop hat, you quickly ran back to the bathroom to do a second look over. once you noticed that your makeup and hair was still perfect to your liking, you decided that it was time to go. running towards the front door, you shouted ”see you later” to your roomie, who was cuddled up with her girlfriend while watching a horror movie in the living room.

you walked through the doors, quickly turning around and pushing the door completely close activating the locks to the all girl dorm building. after pulling the door twice, making sure that the doors were truly locked, you turned around walking towards the stairs. as you walked down, placing your cop hat on your head, you could hear the screams of your friends who saw you walk out of the building.

“damn y/n, is that you!”

“whoop! whoop! that’s the sound of the police!”

“okay! big y/n. never the little one!”

“y’all stop!” you pleaded through your laughter, smiling like you won the lottery. but alas your friends ignored your request and all but begged for you to give them a 360 spin. knowing your friends, they weren't going to stop until you gave them what they were asking for. giving in with a smirk, you decided to give them the spin they desired. their screams only got louder as you completed your turn. dinah, moriah, and neveah praised your costume, stating how good you looked as they scanned you from head to toe. 

your cop hat placed slanted on top of your freshly installed and curled ash blond bundles flowing down your back, face beat with a soft glam look, your curvaceous body adorned in the long sleeved police leotard, brown thighs captured in the black fishnet stocking and black thigh high boots. you didn't just look good, you felt good. you felt like a bad bitch.

“y’all talking about me, look at y’all! you guys look amazing!” you praised your friends. dinah, ironically, dressed up as dc’s black canary. moriah decided to be an angel. and last but not least nevaeh was dressed as lara croft. after all praises and compliments were given throughout the group, you all started heading towards to the frat house, which was hosting the costume party. the walk to the house didn't seem long, due to the fact that we were chatting it up, updating the group about what had happened from the last time we were all together.

walking into the house, you can literally feel the vibrations from the speaking thumping through your entire body. seeing that there was barely any space due to the whole school attending the party, you decided to wrap your arm with moriah so you would not get separated as you all moved to the kitchen to get a drink. as you were making your way towards the kitchen you made eye contact with anika, who was standing in the corner with her girlfriend mindy and a short brunette. anika waved you over, so you detached yourself from moriah and started to make your way over. 

“y/n, babes, where are you going?” asked moriah. 

“i see a few friends, i’m gonna say hi real quick” you stated as you made your way to the person who invited you to the party. 

“okay, meet us in the kitchen, holla if you need back up for any reason” moriah stated as she glared at you with no heat in her eyes. 

“okay” you laughed as you walked towards anika. once you were close enough, anika threw her arms around your shoulders, trapping you in a hug. “oh my god!” she shrieked in your ear “y/n you look amazing”. you laughed as you returned the embrace with reciprocated energy. “thanks babe, you look amazing as well” you chuckled. she pulled away from your hug and turned to the group of people standing behind her. 

“oh y/n this is tara” anika pointed to the waving short brunette girl dressed as a pirate. “and this is my girlfriend mindy” she said, hugging a tall light skinned girl with a short curly afro.

“hi! nice to meet y’all” you smiled giving both girls a wave. after talking for a bit, you decided to head to the kitchen where the girls were waiting for you. “well i'm gonna head to the kitchen to fix a drink, but i'll see you guys around” smiling shyly as you walk backwards before swiftly spinning around and heading towards your original destination before seeing your classmate. the three girls smiled as they watched you disappear in the sea of people.

“so that’s y/n? asked tara.

“yep” stated anika

“and you want to set her up with chad? my golden retriever of a brother chad?" mindy asked once again for clarity.

“yep” stated a smirking anika.

“alright y'all, now that y/n is back, let's get down to business.” dinah stated as you made your way back to your group, started setting up four cups for shots. “we're here to have fun and turn this joint out.” dinah filled all the cups up with liquor from a random bottle that was placed on the table and handed them out to each of the girls. the shots were knocked back without hesitation, creating a burning sensation in their throats. as a collective, the decision was made to take 3 more shots. 

you were feeling pretty nice right now. you have a couple of drinks in your system, the music wasn't terrible, and you had your girls by your side. how can it get any better than this? feeling the bass of the music rumble throughout your body, you realized that it was time to have the night of your life.

“c’mon y’all, i wanna dance” you begged your friends while grabbing hold of dinah’s hands in hope that they would follow your lead. the three girls laughed as you started walking with dinah in tow to the living room. dinah turned and made contact with moriah and neveah and smirked realizing that they all shared the same smile. it was at that moment they knew… it was about to go down.

as you walked back to the living room, you passed anika, mindy and tara, who were now being accompanied by two boys. one dressed as a knight and the other a shirtless cowboy.

as you were passing by with smiles, anika quickly introduced the two boys. ”y/n, this is ethan” she said pointing to the tall, lanky boy dressed as a knight with a nervous smile occupying his face. he’s a cutie you thought as you waved. “and this is chad, mindy's twin brother” she smirked as she pointed to the shirtless cowboy standing next to ethan.

“evening officer” chad said as he tips his cow hat in your direction as he scans your body up and down. normally the action would give you the icks, but this man was too fine to turn down the opportunity of doing the same. as you gave him a look over, you quickly realized you liked what you were seeing. a tall man with the body of a greek god, tattoos showcased on big, strong arms.

“howdy” you smirked as your eye scaled its way up to his beautiful face. he smiled as he came to the conclusion that you were feeling him as much as he was feeling you. your smirk only got bigger as you walked backwards towards the dance floor while maintaining eye contact.

chad’s gaze remained even though the connection was broken as you walked to the center of the room and started dancing with your friends. you intrigued him. your energy was crazy. he only encountered this feeling once in his entire life, and that was when he first met liv. anika, mindy, tara, and ethan watched the interaction with wide eyes, confused over the humongous amount of sexual tension that was created within less than 5 minutes. the group then turned their attention to chad, who was still watching shake your ass like you were megan thee stallion, as your friends hyped you up.

“your drooling chad,'' tara teased through squinted eyes with a smirk on her face. ”do you need a bucket?”

chad turned towards his friends, his stare transforming into a harmless glare as they exploded with laughter due to tara's suggestion.

“yeah, evening officer” chuckled mindy as she gave her best rendition of her twin’s horribly pick-up line.

“yeah, yeah whatever” chad uttered under his breath as he shakes his body rid of any nerves that would prevent him from walking over and starting another conversation. “i'm just off my game, it’s been a while.”

the girls and ethan watched as chad started to hype himself up to go over to you, in hopes of having another interaction that exuded the same energy as the first time.

“anytime now big guy.” laughed anika. chad turned and gave her the most unamused face he could create before walking over to you and your friends.

chad wasn’t even five steps away when he heard his sister shout for his attention. “chad!” mindy screamed over the loud music. he spun around to face the group once more. “go get her tiger” mindy smiled while giving him a thumbs up as the group giggled behind her. chad paused for a second before reciprocating the sarcastic smile with a thumbs up. the thumbs up then turned into a middle finger pointed in her direction. “fuck you, mindy” chad said as his smile dropped creating a resting bitch face before he walked towards the only girl in the party that captured his attention.

as you danced carefree with your friends you noticed dinah looking behind you with a smile. “incoming” she whispered in your ear, slowly walking away taking moriah and nevaeh with her. you stopped dancing in confusion about the sudden departure. 

it wasn’t until you felt the presence and warmth from somebody standing behind you, causing your confusion to quickly change into a resting bitch face. ready to tell off the person who was breathing down your neck, you turned only to see the sight of a muscled chest, similarly to a certain cowboy you had your eyes on. looking up, your eyes made contact with a pretty pair of brown puppy dog eyes.

“hi” you grinned at the boy. chad’s smile grew bigger, which should be humanly impossible but you didn't mind. god, this man has a beautiful smile. it brightened the dim room in a way that the sun could not compete with on a hot, summer day with no clouds.

“hey” chad said through his gleaming smile. “im chad” he reintroduces himself while extending his hand.

“yeah” you said as you grabbed his hand, giving a firm yet flirty shake. “i know, anika introduced us already” tilting your head in false confusion.

“yeah, i know that but i just wanted to reintroduce myself” he stated while shrugging his shoulders “i have a feeling that we’re going to be seeing each other a lot” he finished, looking down at you.

“oh really!” you spoke, in complete surprise from the statement he just shared. ”what makes you say that” you uttered, crossing your arms and poking a hip out just for effect.

hey! hey! i just have a feeling," chad announced through a smile, lifting his hands nonchalantly “don't shoot the messenger.” 

your smile couldn't possibly get any bigger during your conversation. there was a moment of silence, just you and chad looking into each other’s eyes, while smiling like you won the lottery. the moment was then broken by chad, who licked his lips, causing you to divert your attention from his beautiful brown eyes towards his full pink lips. 

”you wanna dance?” he asked while scratching the back of his neck, making his biceps flex just asking to be admired. you hummed in confusion, not hearing what he asked due to your attention leaving his lips to his arms you so desperately wanted around your waist (or neck but baby steps). “do you wanna dance?” he asked again, smiling at your murmured response.

“sure,” you grinned back, “if we're going to be seeing each other a lot, i have to know if you can keep up with me on the dance floor.”

chad threw his whole body back as his laughter echoed under the sound of a taylor swift song that was playing throughout the house. the dancing started with gently swaying, just trying to catch a feel of each other’s rhythm. it then turned to the both of you jumping up and down, holding each other’s hands to a popular pop song like you were best friends. (a/n: the song was boy’s a lair pt. 2, and chad ate rapping ice spice verse word for word, you can't tell me nothing different)

you stopped dancing, only to lean forward and wrap your arms around to try and catch your breath from laughing at chad's impeccable wrapping skills. this was a night that was going down in the books. you look good as hell in your costume, meet some new possible friends, and you're dancing with the most handsome man you have ever met. how can it get any better than this?

as you were catching your breath, a certain guitar riff then consumed your ears. only needing a second to recognize the song, your body language then turned stiff. chad, who still had his hands around your waist, became concerned about the sudden shift of energy. his concern became more evident as you unwrapped your limbs from around his neck and started to walk away. 

young money, yeah

did he do something? did he stink? did he make you uncomfortable by placing his hands on your body? his growing concern suddenly disappeared as you turned and walked back to him. 

four, ahem

it was then he noticed that you were mouthing the ad libs to the song that was blasting through the speakers. his lips took the shape of a grin as he saw you cross your arms giving him a mean stare down. chad crossed his arms, returning the mugged stare realizing that you wanted to see if he would match your energy. it was a good thing that chad knew this song word for word because, unknown to him, this was going to make or break the possibility of seeing each other again.

i tell her, now go ‘n’ pop that pussy for a real nigga

i already know that life is deep but i still dig her

niggas is jealous but really i could care less 

i’m in hell's kitchen with an apron and a hair net.

it was a sight to see. the whole party turned their attention to see who in the world was screaming out lyrics like there was no tomorrow. but did you and chad pay them any mind, hell nah. let them see what having fun really looks like. you both were pointing fingers in each other’s faces, getting hype that the energy being given is also being reciprocated from one another.

as the chorus came in, you wrapped your arms around chad's neck swaying back and forth as you sang the lyrics without a care in the world. as you were singing you felt chad's big hands resume its position around your waist before trailing down to the cheeks of your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. he was on that type of timing. you started to dip your body down to the floor, causing your arms to unravel from his neck, dragging them down his torso. 

as you went down, you tilted your head up to look at chad, wanting to see his reaction. looking into his eyes, you noticed that puppy gaze you received earlier was now gone and replaced with a dark, lusted glare. you bounced twice before seductively making your way up to your original height, then turning around, connecting your back to his front. feeling slick, you threw your hand over your shoulder cupping the back of his neck as you started grinding on him.

uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga 

and looked back and told me baby it’s real

you went to lean over, and began to shake your ass from left to right cause your jello to jiggle baby. while you were making it shake like a salt shaker, you turned your head over your shoulder to look at chad, whose eyes were still darkened with arousal, biting his bottom lip as he stood there and caught what you were throwing.

and i say i aint doubt you for a second 

i squeeze it and i can tell how it feel.

chad removed one of his hands from your waist and decided to glide it softly up and down your back before trailing back down to softly grasping you ass. you shivered feeling his fingertips trace down your spine. you placed your hands on your knees, rotating your waist in a circular motion, only to feel a certain bulge pushing back at you, causing you to slow your pace.

i wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal,

and she bad, so maybe she won't

uh but shit, then again maybe she will.

do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin game right know she will (2x)

while you and chad were wrapped in each other’s presence, forgetting that you were in public. baby the public did not forget about you. all eyes, phones, and flashlight were directed in your direction. neither of yall noticed the screams from frat boys, cheering chad on. the cheers from your best friends, seeing you put in work on the boy they knew was going to ask if he could walk you home. glares from certain boys and girls, wishing that they were in your spot. and last but not least the mix facial expressions coming from core two, anika and ethan.

as the song came to a close, you turned around placing your arms back around chad's neck. once your eyes met, both faces turned into giddy smiles that could put the joker out of commission.

“did i keep up with you?” chad smirked, pressing his forehead against yours. you laughed as you not only pressed your forehead against his, but your body as well making you both become one.

“yes,” you giggled through closed eyes. “yes you did. better than i expected” you teased back. chad smiled before closing his eyes as well, basking in the embrace, hoping that you would like to see him long after the party ends and farther down the line. he felt you move your forehead from his, tucking your head in the warmth of his shoulder. feeling your body deflate with a deep breath, he knew it was now or never seeing as you would probably go home and forget about him.

“hey” you felt chad uttered, his deep voice vibrations rumbling from his body into yours. you hummed as you lifted your head only to see a cute, shy smile gracing his face. the look on his face was too damn cute to not return the smile. “lemme walk you home” he whispered.

and she bad, so maybe she won't

you paused for a second, making chad's heart beat double time. he hoped that he wasn't overstepping. he wasn't looking for a one night stand or anything, he truly just wanted to walk you home and get to know you better. looking into his eyes, you shyly smiled, grabbing his hands, tugging him to the front entrance. you waved to your friend, who was whispering and giggling in your direction. 

uh but shit, then again maybe she will.

as you both started making your way to the exit, chad caught his shirt and letterman jacket that anika threw as they were passing by. walking into the dark night, you started shivering due to your outfit. not even a second laters, you felt the warmth and weight of chad's letterman jacket as it was being placed on your shoulders. looking beside, you noticed he put on a shirt and was admiring you in his jacket.

“you know what” chad shared as he took a few steps back. ”this is a good look for you. it's a good thing i'm going to be seeing you around more often” he finishes crossing his arms.

you rolled your eyes before grabbing his hand, walking in the direction of your dorm “boy c’mon.” tugging on his hands. once he was close enough, you threw his arm over your shoulder, as you both walked off into the night.

bonus scene

watching from the corner, mindy, anika, tara, and ethan all expressed mixed emotions.

anika and tara both shared shocked, yet amused smiles on their faces. mindy showcased pure disgust as she watched the pair basically have sex on on the dance floor. ethan, poor ethan, couldn't even watch, his cherry red face pointed in the opposite direction.

“this is disgusting,” mindy sneered, watching the scene on the dancefloor. “we should have gotten him some condoms on the way here.”

“.....she’s gonna eat him alive” tara said as she turned her body towards mindy. “just so you know.” mindy rolled her eyes, pointing a finger towards her mouth, making a gagging noise.

“no seriously,” anika announced, “i was concerned for her, but now i’m concerned for him.” anika finishes with a giggle.

mindy quickly snapped her head in anika's direction. “anika, darling i love you… but dont push it.” her eyes shifted back to you and chad danicing before walking to the kitchen muttering under her breath about how “she was gonna throw up.”

anika watched as mindy rushed off to the kitchen, turning back to the living room seeing you to heading towards the exit. she quickly grabbed chad's shirt and jacket before tossing it in his direction. "one point for anika kayako, the matchmaker." she muttered through a smirk as she watch the pair walk out the door.

a/n: hope y'all enjoyed the fic. It’s not my first time writing but it's been a while. I feel like I overdid the plot, but let me know how i did. If you liked my work feel free to send requests and please leave constructive criticism. I do have more chad fics that are in the woodworks. see y'all soon.

[kandisheek]

FIC REC WEEK 32 - EPISTOLARY

Last train home by erde (orphan_account)

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 10,983 Tags: Post-CA:CW, Pining Steve, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: Steve writes letters to Tony that he never sends. By the time he hands them to their rightful owner, Tony has had a brush with death, has retired as a superhero, and now has a small town workshop of his very own. But it's okay, Steve has gone into retirement too.

Reasons why I love it: Aaaaah, the ending of this one is so sweet it makes me want to smother myself with a pillow. I love all of Steve's letters and Tony's retired superhero lifestyle, it feels like a missing part of canon. I adore this one, and I bet you will too, so please go and check it out!

a tweet is worth 140 characters by athletiger, BladeoftheNebula, march_hyde, starksnack

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: M Words: 7,614 Tags: Coffee Shop AU, Fluff and Crack, Twitter AU

Summary: From tumblr: "Ok but imagine it’s Steve on a date with a guy like this and Tony’s watching from across the coffee shop, live tweeting it!! And then Steve finds out that Tony Stark was tweeting about his terrible date and responds to the thread like “next time feel free to step in and save me!” And Tony’s like “next time you should just date me” and whoops, a twitter romance is born!" Well. It happened.

Reasons why I love it: The formatting in this is so fricking good, it feels like I'm really browsing Twitter. I love the back and forth and Tony live tweeting Steve's terrible date, it's hilarious. And there's just something about Johnny Storm getting roasted by the Avengers that I deeply appreciate. Pun absolutely intended. I love this fic so much, and I bet you will too, so I hope you check it out!

ctrl-alt-deceit by soliloquent

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 17,113 Tags: No Powers AU, Miscommunication, Getting Together

Summary: “Tony, I’ve completed the background check on Steven Rogers, and there’s something big you need to know. Like, massive security-threat level big. I’m sorry, sugar. He’s bad news.” Or: A corporate espionage story told solely through excerpts from CEO Tony Stark’s inbox. Featuring romantic pining, delightful office lunches, sarcastic super-geniuses, intense investigations, revolutionary nanotechnology research, unhinged arch-nemeses, haunting ghosts from the past, and an endearing emoji overload by a witty Peter Parker.

Reasons why I love it: The suspense in this fic is so goddamn good, it kept me on the edge of my seat the entire time! I really love the Knives Out reference here, it definitely got a good chuckle out of me. And Steve is such a sweetheart, I love him so much. This fic is fantastic, and you should definitely read it, if you haven't already!

🙀 ➡ 😻 ➡ 😽 by Anaxandria, BladeoftheNebula

Pairing: Steve/Tony Rating: T Words: 5,159 Tags: Fluff and Humor, No Powers AU, Domestic Avengers

Summary: Tony puts up a "Missing Cat" sign and not only 1) gets his cat back, but 2) meets a cute guy named Steve who keeps refusing the reward. A story told in texts, voicemail transcriptions, and, of course, an overuse of emojis.

Reasons why I love it: Aaaah, I love everything about this! The Non-Powered Avengers group chat cleansed my soul, it's so funny. And Steve and Tony's voices especially are so spot on, it feels like I'm really reading their messages. This fic is wonderful, and if you haven't read it yet, then you're definitely missing out!

Collected Letters (1930-1943) by brokentoy, triedunture

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: T Words: 16,654 Tags: PTSD, Roommates, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: The collected private correspondence—unedited, uncensored—of Steven Rogers, later known as Captain America, and his longtime companion, James B. Barnes, spanning the years from childhood to World War II.

Reasons why I love it: This fic just tears at my heartstrings in the most beautiful way. I love how their relationship develops while they're living together, and the glimpses into what their life was like in the 30s and 40s feel so real I can totally believe it's what actually happened in canon. Definitely check this one out if you haven't, it's wonderful!

[ursulanoodles]

Call Me Irresponsible? 👀 what’s that?

Ahhhhh. The thorn in my side I've been trying to write for just about two years?

"Call Me Irresponsible" is a Harvey Christmas romance one shot I've always wanted to write but never found the time. It started because I had this really cute idea where Harvey and Penelope (Affliction, Bliss, and A Second First Kiss) were slow dancing in their living room in front of a roaring fire while snow fell outside. Buuuut they broke up just before Christmas. Whoops!

And so this silly little one shot idea was born. Again, completely unedited and just me throwing an idea around.

White string lights lined every inch of the bare trees on both sides of the gray cobblestone street that led from Pelican Town to Sunrise Farm, and the giant, fluffy snowflakes that fell from the sky made pleasant plopping noises as they hit the snow that crunched under Kiara and Harvey’s feet. They walked arm in arm, unhurried, as they enjoyed their nightly stroll through town and back to her farm, and Kiara rested her head against Harvey’s arm, savoring his warmth.

He leaned into her side just a little more, and her heart somersaulted in her chest when he kissed the top of her head and snaked his arm around her waist. Their relationship was still new enough that they were uncomfortable showing affection in the company of others, but here–alone in the glow of the string lights and street lamps–their reservations faded away.

“Thank you for going to the Night Market with me,” Kiara murmured, shaking the bag in her other hand. “I had a lot of fun.”

“Even after the chestnuts?” Harvey breathed out a laugh, and she grinned up at him. His green-hazel eyes twinkled with amusement, and she returned his smile.

“Even after the popping chestnuts scared me half to death,” she beamed, eyeing his rosy cheeks and dimples and nearly melting at the sight. Yoba, he was handsome.

Harvey stared at her for a moment with an odd expression, and she held his eyes with hers.

“What is it?” she asked softly.

The title is this song here (Frank Sinatra also does a version):

[kimnjss]

dangerous territory | jhs

⤑  series: candy girl ⤑ pairing: rapper!hoseok x stripper!reader ⤑ genre: club scene. slight smut. sex work… night life(?) ⤑ rating: explicit (18+) ⤑ word count: 3.6K // unedited. ⤑ warnings: some more shy hoseok... but random spouts of confidence! hinting at family issues, yn is still very much abt her money! ⤑ A/N: and we’re back! i hope y’all are imagining hobipalooza hobi while you’re reading this bc that’s exactly what i’m doing LOL - anyway ., let me know what you thinkkk x 

[ feel free to buy me a coffee! ]

MARCH 15TH, 2022 | 14:47

The club is different at this time of day. You look different. Still in a relatively revealing outfit, but you seem a lot more relaxed walking around. He even spots you laughing along with one of the guys at a table as you set his plate of food down in front of him. It's a genuine laugh too, cheeks going all round and pretty and your eyes squinting. And Hoseok's positive he's never seen you like that at night.

He's waving you over as soon as he gets the chance. You're standing at the bar, laughing with the girl behind there as you refill your water pitcher. And he loves the way your smile doesn't fall when your eyes find his. Hoseok has found himself a spot further from the stage than he'd normally choose, a tall table close to the kitchen he had seen you coming out of when he first walked in. He ignores how pathetic that makes him sound too.

Just like you had done the last time he was here, you're greeting him with a bright smile – setting a napkin down in front of him before you're filling his glass up with water. “You do know we just opened, right?” You're saying through a laugh and he doesn't miss the bit of familiarity in your tone. “Only alchies and cheating husbands show up this early.” With one look around the dimly lit club, your point is proven.

There are a total of five other people in this club, besides himself and the staff. Two guys sat far from each other at the bar, both looking like this is not their first drink – though it was still early afternoon. A man sat up close to the stage, watching the amateur dancers and whooping each time they stumble. And two more at the table you had just served, scarfing down those weird zucchini poppers and he makes a mental note to tell Yoongi that people do actually come here for the food.

Right now, though, he's searching for a reason for showing up so early that didn't make him sound like a complete creep. 'I had lunch nearby and I knew you'd be working, so I wanted to say hi.' That would earn him a slap across the face no doubt. 'I was in the neighborhood', sounds even lamer. He wished he had thought about this before he had called you over because now you were looking at him with an expectant look in your eye – clearly waiting for an answer... so he's saying the only thing he can think of.

“I wanted to see you.” You feel the warmth spread throughout your body as soon as the words leave his lips. Not sure if it's the way he's looking at you as he says it or the fact that he's managed to make you curious in the few times that you've met, but you don't bother to hide the giggle that falls from your lips – brow cocking slightly as you move to close the space between your bodies. You catch the way his Adam's Apple bobs as you near him, so you don't hesitate with dropping your hand on his thigh.

Hoseok uses the hands farthest from you to reach for his water, gulping it back as he tries to act like your tits aren't pressed against his arm. But also thanking all that is Holy that they are. You're so close that he can smell the sweetness of your perfume and he's thankful he sprayed a bit more before leaving his car to come in here. He smells expensive to you, a familiar scent which name you never cared to remember the name of. He smelt the same way when he had come for a dance the other night too.

You hadn't realized how much you liked it until now. Convincing yourself you're only playing the part, you lean in... dragging the tip of your nose over his cheek until your lips are just inches from his ear. Cool breath brushing over the shell of it. “You wanted to see me do what?” You're mumbling and he's shooting you that same wide-eyed stare that he had the other day at lunch.

He seemed to always be looking at you in that way. As if he couldn't believe you were real and actually that close to him. And he never bothered to mask it either, no matter how much his friend teased him about it. You thought it was cute in a way. He was this big star, according to Jungkook, and the unbelievably long and unsolicited origin story he had given you on the way to lunch – and yet here he was, starstruck over just you.

It was cute. That dazed look in his eye is paired with a pink tint to his cheeks, long fingers tapping against his cool glass. “You're gonna kill me,” He's saying through a chuckle, head shaking slightly. “Can I buy a dance?” His forwardness shocks you, but you try not to let it show. You can't help but wonder how long it took him to gain the courage to ask, not like you were going to refuse either way. You're backing away with a shrug of your shoulders, stretching your arm out to him – fingers wiggling in invitation.

“It's your money. I'll take you back, right now. You'll let me finish serving me tables, right?” He's nodding dumbly, fingers intertwining with yours as he lets you lead him back. It's not a far walk in the slightest bit, but you can't ignore the warmth that spreads throughout your palm and up your arm. As well as the soothing way he strokes his thumb over the back of your hand the entire way.

You're quick to drop his hand as soon as you're entering the room, pointing in the direction of the couch. Shaking off the fuzzy feeling that's taken up your chest. Expression stoic as you stare at him. “Wait here for me, I'll be back in five.” You're turning before he's able to acknowledge his words, making your way back onto the floor. Taking your time finishing up your tables and at the same time trying to calm your mind.

MARCH 15TH, 2022 | 15:13

Hoseok is waiting exactly where you left him when you're reentering the room. Body leaned comfortably against the couch as he scrolls through his phone. He's perking up when he hears you entering, a pretty smile spreading across his lips. One that you're quick to return, pulling the curtain closed behind you as you step further into the room.

“Look at you waiting so nicely,” You tease. “Can you give me a second to undress?” Pointing in the direction of the dressing room and his eyes follow your hand. Already moving to walk that way, assuming his answer. So imagine your surprise when you're a few inches from the room and he's speaking up before you can lift your shirt.

He sounds just as shy as he always does. “You can keep that on, actually...” Instinctively, you're peaking down at what you're wearing. Uniform much different than what you're required to wear during your nightshifts. Right now you were in a checkered black and white cropped shirt, stopped just below your breasts, and a pair of shorts that could easily be classified as underwear. Not exactly the most modest of outfits, but wouldn't he much rather prefer you naked?

Unless... “A strip tease costs more, you know.” You're clarifying because a lot of people don't know it. Strip teases take a lot more effort and energy than a regular lap dance, so they cost more – simple. The laugh he's letting out confuses you, even more, head shaking from side to side, the long strands of hair following the movement. It looks soft, but you don't let your mind wander any further than that.

“No like... Can we talk for a minute?” What could he possibly want to talk about when the chance to see you naked was on the table? If that's all he wanted, you could've stayed with your tables and made some more money on tips while talking to him. But, the customer is always right – so you're quick to shrug your shoulders. “It's your money.” You say easily, making your way over to where he sits.

It's almost too natural, the way you slip into his lap. As if that was your seat and you were just claiming it. Not sure when you started to feel so comfortable around him or even why, and you're not sure if you should fight it or not. It had to be the fact that he was so clearly into you – but did very little about it. He was shy... and kinda sweet, nothing like the guys of his status that you met on the day-to-day. It was refreshing.

So you're sitting in your lap and just like you expected, he doesn't push his luck. Hesitant before he's lifting an arm to wrap around your waist. Loosely, until he's sure that you're not going to protest – then he's tightening his grip a bit – pulling your body further into his lap. And you're instantly engulfed in his expensive scent.

“What do you want to talk about?” Your legs swing back and forth between his, an arm lifting to wrap around the back of his neck and his stomach does as many flips as he expects. Maybe he's finally starting to gain some confidence around you or the sight of your tits peaking from the hem of your shirt was too distracting... one of those two. He's shaking the dirty thought away, reminding himself why he came here in the first place.

To see you, yes. But also to get to know you. He couldn't do much of that under the arrangement the two of you had, so this was the next best option. Even if he had to fork up a great amount of cash just to get you alone. You were interesting to him. He wanted to know you, inside and out. “Tell me how you got here,” He starts, catching the slight wrinkle of your brow – head cocking to the side.

“I drove... in a car,” You say it like it's the most obvious thing in the world and he's rolling his eyes because he knows you know what he meant. A low laugh falling from his lips, the tips of his fingers brushing against your waist. It sends shivers down your spine for some reason. “You know what I mean,” His head tilts so he can get a better look at your face and you're only now realizing this is the first time you've actually looked at him this close.

He's a lot more handsome than you thought. “What made you want to become a dancer?” He tries to be more direct, figuring that was the best approach when it came to you. And then instantly regretting it with the weird look you're giving him. “You mean, do I have daddy issues or what I an orphan or something crazy like that?” You don't mean to sound as annoyed as you do, it's a reflex.

People always made the same assumption after you told them what you did for work. 'What are you a high school dropout or something?'. Which was true, but never nice to hear with the animosity that came with it. And even though, Hoseok didn't have a bit of judgment in his tone – you couldn't help but prepare for what was to come next. Though, he looks like he genuinely didn't mean any harm by his question.

He thinks of his next words carefully. “Yeah... but no, since you're looking at me crazy.” Nervous laughter bubbles in his chest and you're deciding to give him the benefit of doubt. “It would be shallow to say I like the attention,” You're smiling and he's taking that as a sign that he's still in your good graces. Relief washes over his body because the last thing he wanted to do was offend you.

“I'm a shallow guy, I wouldn't even blink twice.” He says through a laugh, loving the way your smile grows. “It's fun. And a great sport...” You continue. Shifting a bit further onto his lap, an arm lifting to wrap around his front, fingers clasped at the back of his neck. It takes everything in him not to pinch himself because there's no way you're this close – this comfortable in his lap right now. He doesn't dare move, though, to keep from ruining this for himself.

Breath hitching in his throat as you lean into him, “...with a bit of daddy issues mixed in there,” You're whispering like it's some big secret, lips brushing against the shell of his ear before you're moving back to put some space between your bodies again. “What about you?” Half of him is hearing you, the other half is wracking his brain for ideas on how to get you this close to him again.

Thankfully, he's paying enough attention to answer you properly. “Me? No daddy issues here... some mommy issues, though.” Your brow quirks slightly and he's letting out a laugh. “Don't worry, I”m not gonna have you swaddle me or change my diaper... maybe some breastfeeding, though.” The last part was not supposed to come out, and neither was the way his eyes dart to your chest – quickly realizing the way your nipples pebble against the fabric.

You weren't wearing anything under that tiny shirt and it didn't help that he knew exactly what you would look like if you decided to ditch everything. He's asked you enough times to play with them in the pictures and videos you'd send and now that's all he can think about with you on his lap. He barely hears the way you gasp, hand dropping to hit against your chest. And he's sure that he's fucked it all until he hears the giggles that you're letting out.

“That's not what I meant! You're sick.” You're dramatic with the way you cross your arms over your chest, turning your body away from him. And he can tell you're kidding, not really put off by how gross he's being – so he's deciding to be bold. Large hands reaching out to wrap around your wrists, easily pulling your arms away and wrapping them back around his neck. “You're cute. Let me look...” He's mumbling out and the deepness of his voice turns you on like mad.

You're blushing. Like a lot. All the way down your neck and he's proud of himself – figuring you don't look like that often. Especially with how quick you are to change the topic, bringing his attention back up to your face as you speak. “I meant, how did you end up where you are? Making music and all that,” His free hand is lifting to meet his other one, both resting at the small of your back and it's weird how comforting you find it.

He gives your question some real thought before his shoulders are lifting in a shrug. “I won't pretend that I haven't had an easy ride,” He's saying with a nod of his head. “I just like music. My best friend did all the heavy lifting of starting his own label and then hired me. Now I get to do what I like...” He can't help but feel bad, not knowing you well enough yet to guess what you've been through, and saying that he's had it easy seems dick-ish to him.

So he's quick to shift the attention back onto you. “And now I make enough money to spend it on you.” He coos, hand lifting so he's able to tap his finger against your nose. You're rolling your eyes at the cheesiness, despite the flutter in your chest. Hand reaching up to swat his away, as you lean back to put some distance between your bodies. “Got any more? Your time is almost up,” You're saying, though you haven't been timing it.

Which was so weird for you. Usually, you weren't even a second over. Wouldn't even consider sitting around and talking when you could be making much more money doing something else. But being around Hoseok was different and you didn't have the energy to explore what that could possibly mean. Instead, you're choosing to focus on the scandalized expression he's giving you – a loud gasp leaving his lips.

“You haven't even started dancing yet!” He protests and you're shrugging, moving to stand from his lap. “Hey. No one told you to talk my ear off,” He's quick to tighten his arms around your waist, keeping you from moving off completely – before digging in his pocket to fish out his wallet.

You're not even a little bit ashamed of how your eyes light up at the sight of the bills inside. He's pulling out three. “Here's three hundred. Tell me about your awkward teen years,” He says with a grin, pulling your body further into his lap.

MARCH 15TH, 2022 | 16:53

You're not sure how long you spend back here with Hoseok, the topics the two of you touched upon seeming to bounce around aimlessly. But you were enjoying yourself, really. He was much funnier than you, thought – actually interested in getting to know you and that wasn't something that you were used to. He wanted to know you and despite how weird it felt talking about yourself for that long – it was kinda nice.

He even got you to reveal your most embarrassing moment, bribing you with a story of his own. And that's how you started trading stories, laughing loudly at each other as if there wasn't a whole club on the other side of the curtain. Tables most likely filling up, considering how much time you've been back here. Tips to be made, yet, you couldn't bring yourself to get off of his lap.

“What's your ideal type?” He's asking moments after you've finished recounting the time you met Usher and refused his offer to follow him on tour. Jimin was pissed. And you know exactly what you're talking about, but you don't like what the question could lead to so you're playing dumb – brows furrowed as you tilt your head to the side. “For what?”

Hoseok doesn't mind further explaining himself, because he wants to know your answer. “For dating,” There it was. You're brushing off the question, the same way you did with the ones about your family. “I don't date,” You say simply with a shrug. And he knows that he should probably leave it alone. He was doing so well and had managed to learn a lot more about you than most. He should quit while he was ahead.

But he, like every other guy in the world, was greedy. So he's pushing on. “Why's that?” You're an expert at not giving more than you're willing to. A little silly that a dating question is where you draw the line when just a little while ago you were ready to get naked for this man. But your boundaries were yours. “I don't have the energy,”

“What's that mean?” His response is immediate and you're ready to give him another non-answer when the curtain is being pushed back. A cloud of messy blue curls popping through the entrance, Deb's dark eyes finding you. “Yn! What the fuck? We've been looking for you. Times up.” It's only now that you notice how much louder it is out there than it had been when you first entered the room.

You were so lost in the time you spent with him, you hadn't realized how busy it had gotten. Money walking in and out of the door. And to make matters worse, you had forgotten to charge him for the extra time you spent here with him. Now that was a problem. You're quick to stand from his lap and he's right behind you. “Wait.” His hand reaches out to wrap around your wrist, your gaze dropping.

He's quick to let go once he notices the wrinkle of your nose. You had just been all over him a second ago, so he doesn't understand the sudden shift in your demeanor – but he tries not to let it stunt him. Otherwise, the hour and forty minutes he spent in here with you – getting closer to you, would've been a waste. “Where can I find you when you're not here?” He'd keep coming here to see you if that was his only option, though, he was hoping it wasn't.

“You can't.” You were entering dangerous territory, but you were too distracted earlier to realize the direction this was taking. He was a client, a customer, and blurring those lines never ended well. “I mean... can I call you out?” He's trying again and you have to force yourself to ignore the tone of his voice, his shyness slowly creeping back and you hate that you find that cute.

Cute didn't pay the bills, though. Cute had every intention to raise your hopes past the moon only to shatter them as soon as you let your guard down. Yeah, you didn't need cute. What you needed was to get out there and focus. Forget cute. “Same answer.” You're saying dully, not allowing yourself to look at his face. Instead, you're turning away from him – shoving the curtain back once more as you step out onto the floor.

— you met online with him requesting to fund your lifestyle. no idea who he is or what he looks like, but his offer is too appealing to deny. so you agree, sure you’ll never meet this man in person. but what happens when a regular at your club seems to feel a bit too familiar…

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beautiful boy | M.L

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A/N: i saw a video of this baby getting shots and his dad was singing to him to distract him, the baby didn’t even cry and i was like !!mark!!!! mark lee!! so i hope you enjoy my dad mark brain rot (i tried to avoid gendered terms for the reader or any physical description but lmk if there are any mistakes) this is unedited omg also the nurse calls mark “dad” a few times it's weird but nurses do that shit during baby appointments .. (the song is beautiful boy by John Lennon)

PAIRING: mark x gender neutral reader

WORD COUNT: 981

GENRE: fluff, angst if you squint

WARNINGS: Needles!!

“Babe, relax, I think you’re more stressed than he is.”

You pull your eyes away from the nurse preparing the needle and instead meet the gaze of your husband. You glance down at your son in his arms, who is indeed, far more relaxed than you.

“I’m just nervous. These are his first vaccinations and I feel like a terrible parent just bringing him here to get stabbed.”

Mark lets out a chuckle in front of you but upon seeing the affronted look on your face he quickly covers it up with a cough.

“I’m serious Mark! It sounds stupid and I know this is better for him in the long run but I just feel so guilty. What if he inherited my phobia of needles? and then he’ll forever hate me for forcing him to get a bunch of shots.”

You catch the quick upturn on Mark’s lips before he speaks, “Listen I get what you mean okay? It’s sucks having to let your kid get hurt but it really is for his own good. Imagine how much worse he would feel if he got Polio? or whooping cough?”

The nurse rolls her cart to stand beside you and your husband, you’d nearly forgotten she was in the room.

“Dad’s right you know? and I can promise you Baby’s not gonna remember any of this. Plus, I think he’s just happy he’s got his parents here with him, even if it’s scary.”

You gently nod at her words, feeling a bit more comforted.

“You’re doing great I promise, no parent likes taking their kids for vaccinations but it just shows that you’re a good one because you’re doing it anyway.”

You thanked her before looking back over to your husband. When your eyes met his you found complete adoration on his face as he stared at you. That soft smile and that tender look in his eyes that he only seems to get when he looks at you or your baby boy.

what.

you mouth to him, not wanting to be too cheesy in front of this poor nurse.

I just love you.

He mouths back. your heart grows impossibly more at the undying love the man in front of you has for you.

You’re interrupted from your love fest by the nurse clearing her throat.

“Alright, dad you ready? I’m gonna have you keep holding him like you are. Just a regular cradle and I’ll inject the shot in his upper thigh. Make sure to be ready to hold him more firmly if he tries to wiggle away. Oh! and don’t be shocked if he starts to cry, it’s completely normal.”

She looks at both of you with the last sentence and your heart breaks all over again imagining Mark having to hold Toby down while he cries.

The nurse kneels in front of Mark, cleaning your son's leg with an alcohol pad. Toby jumps a little at the coldness of the antiseptic and looks like he’s about to cry from the shock to his system. Before he's able to let out a single whine Mark is quick to distract him.

“Hey, dude you’re okay. it’s just a little cold. Daddy’s right here baby I got you.” You’re shocked at the way Toby immediately settles, smiling up at his dad like he hangs the stars in the sky (it seems he got at least one thing from you)

as the nurse reproaches with the needle and squeezes Toby’s chunky little thighs between her fingers you feel your heart drop into your stomach. Normally you’d be over there trying to comfort your baby as well but honestly, your nerves would probably make toby more scared.

Before the nurse can even push the needle in Mark is already distracting your baby boy. He puts his face close to his nuzzling their noses together, the most adorable grin on his face before he begins to sing.

“Close your eyes

Have no fear

The monsters gone

He’s on the run

and your daddy’s here.”

The nurse pushes the needle in.

“Beautiful beautiful beautiful,

beautiful boy.”

You see Toby twitch when the nurse injects the needle but you’re shocked at the fact he never breaks eye contact with Mark or loses that little grin on his face.

At that moment you think you’ve fallen even more in love with Mark Lee.

The nurse pulls the needle out, still not even a whine from Toby. Mark immediately begins to praise him. Telling him how well he did and how much daddy loves him.

You’re almost in shock at how well Mark handled that. He has to have some supernatural power to have been able to keep the baby’s attention through that. It seems the nurse had the same thought because she soon chimed in as she places a cute little kitty bandaid on his leg, “You’re a natural at that Dad! I’m honestly shocked a little, I’ve never seen a baby handle a shot so well. Even the best cry at least a little, but he was smiling the whole way through.” She finishes placing the bandaid on and turns to you, “you’re very lucky.”

You grin at her before speaking, “Boy don’t I know it.”

You take careful steps towards your two boys and kneel in front of them. You place a gentle hand on Toby’s forehead, who’s still smiling up at his dad.

“You’re fucking amazing do you know that?”

Mark lets out a bashful chuckle at your words.

“I mean, I do have to be pretty great to deserve somebody like you. But seriously babe I know that was hard for you, I’m proud of you for sticking through it.”

You elected not to speak and just leaned in to kiss your husband. Home will always be with Mark's skin on yours, and your sweet baby boy in one of your arms.

[hippolotamus]

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17. Buck: you’re coming back, right? i can’t do this without you

This is one I started on kind of a whim and work on intermittently (prev snippet here). The concept is that Buck is in the hospital waiting for Eddie to wake up from a medically induced coma, after having a house collapse on him. Whoops. It'll be Buck's POV but I'm planning to include thoughts from Eddie's POV as he's fighting to get back. Smol unedited snip for you that follows the posted bit:

Buck does the same, even if he doesn’t want to. How’s he meant to do this again? To look at Eddie lying still among a mess of wires, tubes and machines keeping him alive? But he does, because he has to. Because a second story collapsed under the weight of decades worth of rot and clutter, burying his husband with a nearly empty oxygen tank.  That was a day and a half ago. Thirty-eight hours and twenty-three minutes to be exact. Not that Buck’s counting.  Since then, Eddie’s coded twice and been through hours of surgery for a snapped femur and punctured right lung. Because why wouldn’t it be the stronger one?  “No changes.” Buck repositions his hand, still grasping his partner’s since the night before. He rubs across the empty space where Eddie’s wedding band would normally be. In its place are the impressions left behind. Barely visible lines on his skin that have already become a little lighter.  Buck absentmindedly reaches for the chain around his neck — a [necklace] Eddie gave him after formally adopting Chris — and feels for Eddie’s ring. [Person] brought it to him and he immediately put it around his neck for safekeeping.

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9. Completely 100% straight, single Texas father has a night out with his highly toxic coworkers… what could possibly go wrong? (Buddie)

aka watch my shattered edges glisten, also answered here. I know you're always here for the angst so I'm going to stick this snippet under the cut for heavily implied homophobia. It's going to be changed up a bit later, but the tone won't change.

“Sure about that, Diaz?” Gale chimes in, nodding towards Arsen. “Maybe just saw something you liked that you’d rather choke on instead?” 

The rest of the group join in with Gale, bursting into a fit of laughter and high fives as Eddie’s cheeks flush and he feels like he’s on fire. He tries to join in with an awkward chuckle, flipping Gale off and muttering ‘fuck you’ in an attempt to save himself. Something tells him that maybe it’s too little, too late. That the predatory smirk on Gale’s face means he’s got a target on his back. As if he didn’t already have one for being part Mexican. Great. 

If Eddie was lucky, the whole ordeal would’ve ended there. Apparently that’s not in the cards tonight. 

Gale looks him up and down, and for a moment it takes Eddie back to his army days, being inspected by his drill sergeant. Out of habit, his spine stiffens as he stands taller. 

“Hmm.” Gale clicks his tongue. “You don’t strike me as a queer. I’d say maybe it’s been a little too long since you had a good fuck, but – and I’m not passing any judgement here, man – I couldn’t help noticing you weren’t staring at any of the girls that way. Or, y’know, at all.” 

“Maybe I shouldn’t be the one in question here when you’re the one so damn interested in who I’m fucking or not,” Eddie fires back.

[not-krys]

[Repost] Abandoned - Clara

Part of this set of WIP Wednesdays

Had forgotten to post these separately so I can add them to my oc masterlist, whoops.

This one has been updated a lil bit as I'm thinking of using it in an upcoming writing challenge. Not completely sold on it yet, but the idea is there for the event.

Raw, incomplete, unedited writing, little more exploration of Rio and Clara's relationship. Spoilers for Rio's route.

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Clara squeezed her eyes shut, her back facing Rio. She could already feel the hot tears forming, not helped by the familiar weight on her left hand.

Still, this was a long time coming. She felt she had already hurt Rio enough with the engagement announcement, no matter how much his smile and words said otherwise, she could still see the pain in her friend of three year's eyes. Even gathering these items now felt like she was pushing the knife in further, that she was pushing him away, when she wanted to do anything but.

"I know," she started softly, "that I should have given these to you sooner."

The blue coat, soft and supple in her hands, weighed like a ton of bricks.

"And, it's cruel of me to be giving them to you now, of all the times…"

Rio stayed quiet, undoubtedly watching as her shoulders shook.

"I… I'll understand if you want to hate me. Finding love in someone else while I'm tossing you to the side…Especially now when I'm engaged."

Clara then slowly turned around, the blue coat and sword clutched tightly in her hands.

"Wherever you go in life now, know that I appreciated our friendship far more than any words could convey."

"Clara?" Rio asked, taking her by her shoulders.

"If you want to leave, to find out who you really are, you have my support."

She held the coat and sword closer to him, the Benitoite crest glimmering in the sunlight.

"I can only hope you and your own find happi-"

Her words were cut off when cloth and metal clanged on the floor. Rio's warm arms pulled her closer, holding her so tight it hurt to breathe.

"How can I leave you when you look like you're ready to fall apart?"

"Rio, I…"

"I'm not leaving you."

"Rio, please, don't be like this."

"No."

"You have another life out there, Rio. These… these things prove it! You don't have to stay for me anymore! You don't have to be hurt by me anymore!"

"Is that really what you think? That you're hurting me?"

"I know you love me! Ever since that summer day… I couldn't return your love because of these… And now…."

Rio rubbed her back, trying his best to calm her.

"Does he make you happy?"

Clara swallowed, taking in a breath.

"Yes."

"Then that's all that matters to me."

"Rio, your happiness matters too!"

"You still make me happy, Clara. My hearts bursts with every thought of you, remember?"

"I'm getting married! To Nokto! And not… not to you…"

"So long as you're happy, that's enough for me."

He cupped her cheek, rubbing away her tears.

"Sure, I won't be marrying you, but I'm most definitely helping you dress up for your big day! There will be cute little rosebuds in your hair, your veil will have looking you all mysterious and magical, your makeup perfectly applied-"

"Rio…"

"Mr. Akatsuki will be the one walking you down the aisle, but I'll be standing nearby in case you need anything!"

"Rio, I-"

"And let's not forget after the wedding and beyond! Being queen certainly won't be easy! You'll need someone to help you with-"

"Rio, please!"

"Don't worry, I'll help with everything when Nokto's away doing business and what-have-you. You won't have to worry about a thing-"

"Rio!"

Clara had finally had enough. She pushed against Rio's chest, separating the both of them. Her breathing was shallow.

"I don't want to hurt you anymore than I have. You don't have to stay behind for me. You should hate me for all of this…"

"But I don't hate you. I couldn't."

"So… are you abandoning your past life for me? The girl you love who fell for someone else? Abandoning what you were for someone that can bring you nothing but pain?"

"You don't hurt me. Quite the opposite, actually. I don't have all of my memories back, but believe me, you've made me the happiest I've ever been in my life."

"How are you so sure?"

"Just a feeling. I can't explain it fully, but, the few memories I do have of my past… That hurts far more to think about. When I think about you, they soothe the hurt I feel when I think about my past, spotty as it is."

He takes her hand in his, looking at the diamond ring on her finger, rubbing it with his thumb.

"Even thinking of you with another man is less painful compared to the few memories I have remaining."

"Rio…"

"So, if you'll allow me, I'd like to continue to stay by your side. As your friend, attendant, scandalous secret lover if Nokto dares to leave you lonely-"

"He wouldn't do that!"

"IF he ever dares," Rio smiles, "else I might have to have a few choice with him if he ever does."

[inkstainedhandswithrings]

When We Bleed We Bleed The Same - Alternate Storyline Crumbs!

Chapter 3

So, the poll very clearly showed that y'all wanted some CRUMBS!! 🍞

And who am I to withhold those? Did I only post chapter 3 today? Yes. Should I maybe wait bc engagement or whatever? Pro-👏-bab-👏-ly. I'm not tho :)

So there's like.... 4 or 5 different drafts of chapter 3 out there??? Idk, it was a tough one to write, but from the feedback I've gotten, I'd have to assume that the draft that ended up in the story was a good one. Here's one that I cut!

no warnings apply, other than that I did not really,, read through this, so if there are any errors... whoops (pls remember that this is a draft and not a finished work. it is not complete, it will not read as complete. this is my writing unrefined and unedited, it will not be up to the same standard.)

When they entered Satine's apartment the Duchess went straight for the back office, saying she had to prepare to address the Senate tomorrow.

Dread arose in Nevaeh when she realised that'd mean she'd have to hang around the apartment with Rex for the rest of the day. It wasn't that she didn't like the Captain, not at all. If anything Nevaeh was already impressed with him. He had fought well on the Corunet and clearly knew how to be a good CO.

But she knew he was upset with her, and she knew he had good reason to be. She also knew he wouldn't want to hear her explanations, so she kept them to herself.

Making for the kitchen, she grabbed some water out of the fridge and began looking through the cabinets. There wasn't a whole lot in there, but she did find what looked like a takeout menu. Seeing the aurabesh writing she turned to the Captain, only to find him staring out the window. Looking at the rain? Not likely.

"There's a balcony in the bedroom," she said.

He turned. "What?" his voice sounded static through his helmet and she wished he'd just take it off. This was the second day they were spending together and she still hadn't seen his face.

"There's a balcony in the bedroom," she repeated gesturing to the door. "Figured you were wondering about alternate escape routes in case the door was blocked. You can easily jump to the next building over from the bedroom balcony."

"You can," he asked, walking over to the kitchen, "or I can?"

His question initially confused her, unsure what he was referring to. The room filled with silence and Nevaeh swore the only reason why she figured it out so quick was the tangible awkwardness. "Oh...," she began, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "In case of emergency a force user or non force user alike could make the jump."

"Good to know," he said, turning around once again.

"Do you read aurabesh?" she blurted out, regretting it right away.

"What?" he asked, turning to her. His visor shimmered in the dim light filtering through the window. She spotted the jaig eyes on his helmet and wondered what he had done to earn them. Not that she'd ever ask. Though she might ask him to take that helmet off eventually.

She cleared her throat. "Never mind, I'll just go ask Satine."

She grabbed the menu and stepped around him, toward the office, but his voice stopped her again.

"You can't read aurabesh?"

"Never needed to," she said with a smile. She knocked on Satine's door and waited to be let in, leaving the door open intentionally. Satine nodded towards it, but she shook her head.

They discussed the menu for a while and Nevaeh turned around to call the Captain over, asking if he'd also want something to eat. Eventually Nevaeh called the diner with their order and once she hung up again, she began questioning Satine about what she was working on, making sure to stick to Mando'a.

With the Captain now in earshot, she had a theory to test. So she began asking about what Satine was writing and when her speech seemed more aggressive than necessary, she questioned her friend.

Turns out that someone in the Senate had played a holo recording of a dear friend of Satine's, making it sound as though Republic involvement was necessary as soon as possible. Not believing that to be the truth, Satine reached out to one of her contacts who said he had the full, unaltered recording and was now on his way to Coruscant.

"Intresting. Let me handle that for you," Nevaeh said, switching back to basic, side-eyeing the Captain with feigned nervousness.

When she walked back out of the office she shut the door behind her, in an effort to give Satine some privacy. She walked past Rex again, waiting for a reaction. It didn't take long.

"What... was that about, Sir?" he asked, far too cautiously.

"Oh, nothing important," she responded, picking up her water again. Holding the bottle out to him she asked, "Want some too?"

"I'll be fine, Sir, thank you," he waved her off.

She turned around to grab another bottle from the fridge anyway. Her back was turned to him, but she was acutely aware of all his movements. The feelings rolling off him were tense, full of focus and intensety. She wasn't surprised.

"Your discussion did seem to... have some significance," he started again, circling back, like she predicted. She held out the water to him but he didn't take it, "I'm really fine, thank you, Sir."

Nevaeh smiled, stepping closer, getting into his personal space. "The discussion didn't concern you. And I really just want you to drink the water so I can finally see your face."

She felt how her words shocked him, wondering why his reaction was so palpable. Had no one ever asked to see his face before? Or had too many people asked, seeing as he was a clone and was it considered rude by this point? Nevaeh had always been blunt though and she really did want to know what he looked like. She'd seen pictures of Jango Fett, but she'd never seen a real clone of him without the helmet.

Slowly, he reached up and removed his helmet. He set it aside to grab the water from her hands, but he didn't even bother opening the bottle.

Her father had once told her that saying the first thing that comes to mind wasn't always the best idea. Most days Nevaeh followed that advice to the letter. Today wasn't most days.

"I thought Jango had black hair?"

"Uhh, yeah, he did," Rex said, his voice sounding a lot smoother without first running through a helmet speaker.