captain-natey

[captain-natey]

Hii, how are you? ♡

I'm here to ask you to plase write something about Vander! He's so damn cute and hot :((

A vander x fem reader, fluff and only a bit spicy at the end or a real nsfw if you want to, something like: after closing the last drop, reader and him are cleaning and when she see her yawning he hug her from behind and cuddle her (probably trying to convince her to go to bed as he take care of the bar) but those cuddles heated up and eventually he picks her up into his arms and take her to their bedroom 👀

Hope you like the idea and if you dont, feel free to ignore the request! Have a nice day/night, much love 💗

Of course!! Have an amazing day/night, as well, Anon! And, I'm doing wonderful, Anon, thanks for asking!

1.6k words!!

I wrote a little something yesterday that would fit perfectly with this post, so I'm using this as a part 2 to this. I hope you enjoy!

(established relationship, fem!reader, fluff at the beginning, porn w/o plot, oral(fem!receiving), fingering, PiV, unprotected sex, Vanders a bit of a tease, I think this is it!)

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The nervous feeling bubbles in your stomach, one that you've become all too familiar with. Your shift at The Last Drop started about an hour ago, it's a slow day today, even happy hour was slower than usual. Although you're not complaining about that at all, calm says are your favorite. This way, you have more time to focus on more important things than your job. Your gaze always falls back to Vander, whether he's talking to someone, cleaning, or even just relaxing with a cigar in between his fingers, you always seem to be looking at him. It's a surprise he hasn't noticed. Today's no different.

You're washing the few dishes that have managed to pile up in the sink, the water has become cooler than it was when you first filled up the sink. You feel around the sink, trying to find any more dishes to wash before you finally drain the sink, and, thankfully, there were none. The sound of the water draining echoes through the room and you place down the rag you used to wash the dishes. You've become so focused on wiping down the counter that you, somehow, didn't even hear the sounds of Vanders footsteps behind you, you're almost jumping out of your skin when you hear his voice, “there you are, luv,” he places his hand on your waist, his fingers gently curl around your skin. You look back at him and give him a quick smile before your attention is back on the counter. It finally looks clean, now you can call it a night. “I've been looking for you. It's late.��� Vander leans his head down to your ear, his hot breath on the curl of your ear sends shivers down your spine. He chuckles at your reaction and spins you around, his hands reach up to cup your face, moving his face closer to yours. His eyes scan your face to watch your reactions, seeing the way a pink dusting takes over your cheeks, watching the way you pout your lips and move your face closer to his. He gives you a playful smirk and pulls back. He's teasing you.

“Hey!” You pull on his arm and pull him closer to you again, he smirks and gets the hint, he roughly pins you against the counter and kisses you. His lips move against yours perfectly, his hands roam your body, brushing against the curve of your breasts down to the plush skin of your hips. He leaves teasing touches all over your body, each touch closer to where you need him most.

He pulls his lips off your and kisses the shell of your ear. “Now, why don't we take this somewhere more comfortable?” He whispers, his voice is low and you can feel the rumble of his words deep in his chest. His hands trail back down to your hips, and one of his hands cup your mound through your clothes. He strokes you through your pants, each time he presses down a little harder above your clit, eliciting small gasps from your lips. He chuckles at your reactions and kisses your neck, searching for the sensitive skin. He grabs your thighs and pulls you up to his waist, you wrap your legs around him, squeezing his waist as he carries you up the stairs, occasionally his hands squeeze the fat of your ass. He gives your ass a playful smack and practically tosses you onto the mattress.

He then climbs on top of you, caging you underneath him. He grinds himself down onto you, you can clearly feel the bulge of him so close to where you need him most. He reconnects your lips and kisses you again. You start to unbutton his shirt and slide it off his shoulders, he breaks the kiss to pull your shirt over your head and unclasps your bra. He trails his kisses down your neck, paying special attention to your collarbone before he kisses down to the swell of your breasts and taking one of your hardened nipples in his mouth. His hand squeezes and pinches your nipple as he rolls the other one with his tongue, then he switches and gives the other the same treatment. He pulls his mouth off with a lewd ‘pop’ and he pulls your pants off.

His finger strokes over your clothed pussy, feeling the damp fabric of your panties. “Already so wet for me, and we've barely started.” He growls against your skin. He pushes you up, so you're sitting, and he spreads your legs, his large hands gripping at the fat of your thigh. He brings his head down in between your thighs and kisses your inner thighs. He bites and sucks on the sensitive skin, his beard scratches at your skin and you know you'll have marks on your thighs after this. As he's nipping and sucking on your skin he seems to be making sure to not get too close to where you need him most. “Please, Vander. I need you.” You beg between gasps, trying to buck your hips closer to him. He chuckles and finally gives in to you, kissing your clothed clit and licking over the fabric. He hooks his fingers on the waistband and tugs your panties off you in one smooth motion, leaving you bare and exposed to him. He licks a long stripe up your folds, flattening his tongue against you, and gently sucking on your clit, coaxing little moans and whimpers from you. He dips his head back down and teases your hole with his tongue, lapping up all of your slick that he can.

You whimper and grind your hips against his face, and he lets you. He enjoys feeling how worked up you're starting to get. He moves back up to take your clit in his mouth, sucking and rolling it in his mouth, even teasing the sensitive bud with his teeth just to hear you whine. He lifts your hips up, just a bit, and you feel his middle finger teasing your hole, soon he slips it inside of you. There's a slight stretch, but that's a given, his fingers are much thicker than yours are. He slowly pumps his finger in and out of you while sucking on your clit. Soon after he eases a second finger inside you, scissoring your walls open for him. You whine and he loves every noise you're making. He picks up the pace with his fingers when he feels your walls start to tighten around him. He curls his fingers to hit the gummy spot inside you that easily can make you see stars.

Each suck and curl of his fingers brings you closer and closer to your orgasm. He gives your clit one last harsh suck and you're clenching around him. Your mouth opens in a silent scream as you reach your orgasm, your thighs closing around his head, keeping him there until the aftershocks of your orgasm fade away.

“That seemed like a good one. You think you can give me one more?” He asks, his eyes dark with lust as he unbuckles his belt and tosses it to the side, tugging his pants and his boxers off and leaving them on the side of the bed. He never fails to amaze you with the sheer size of him, the sight of his leaking cock resting against him is enough to have you clenching around nothing, making you whine. He smirks and lines himself up with you, gently easing the swollen tip inside you, he lets you adjust to the slight stretch before he starts to bottom out. He fills you up perfectly, the only thing you can seem to focus on now is how good he feels already.

He starts off with slow and deep thrusts, pulling out until just the tip is left inside and pushing himself back in. Each thrust seems to go deeper than the last, he always finds a way to make you feel so good. His cock hits that spongy spot inside you that has your walls clenching around him and pathetic whimpers spilling from your lips. He takes note of your reactions and starts to speed up his thrusts.

The sound of his heavy balls hitting your ass is so ungodly lewd but you can't deny the way the sound of it makes you feel, the sound of skin on skin is something you've grown to love. It's not long before you can feel your second orgasm creeping up on you, your whimpering turning into louder moans and begs for him to not stop. He complies to all your asks. His hand reaches down to rub your clit in tight little circles as he feels you tighten around him.

“You're close, aren't you, pretty girl? I can feel it,” he growls in your ear, groaning as you tighten from his words. He smirks and kisses the shell of your ear before whispering to you, “then cum for me.” And you do, your back arches and your head falls back as you squeeze his cock. Your muscles tensing as your orgasm crashes down on you. Your moans turning into unintelligible whimpers and babbles. He groans and lets out a low moan as he quickly pulls out and gives himself a few strokes before he shoots long, white and sticky ropes of his cum onto your stomach.

He presses his forehead against yours and then kisses you, pulling you closer to him as he lays down beside you. Both of your chests are heaving as you lay beside each other. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into him, he presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “Now, get some sleep, luv.” He mumbles against your hair and you sluggishly nod as you feel the exhaustion creep up on you.

[captain-natey]

Writers should NOT feel guilty about:

Skipping a day of writing.

Not having a perfect first draft.

Partaking in sinister, arcane rituals for inspiration.

Working at their own pace.

Enlisting demons and/or helpful spirits to aid them with editing.

[captain-natey]

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╰┈➤ ❝ luke & kieran x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni | kinktober '24 day 1

tags : pwp (without plot), (or very little plot ig), threesome, somnophilia, cnc, heavy petting, marking, biting, vaginal fingering, slight clit play, nipple play, overstimulation, vaginal sex, anal fingering, unprotected sex, pulling out, cumshot, it gets preeettyyyy messy, dirty talk, praise, cursing, use of pet names "baby" "sunshine" “pretty girl”. lmk if i missed any tags!

wc : 4.9k (yeah…)

an : starting off the month with my favorite boys! <3 and i guess… it is luke and kieran… so this ended up a LOT longer than i intended it to be HAHSJKFHSKDNF

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AO3 / KINKTOBER MASTERLIST / KO-FI JAR / COMMISSIONS

After missing a date, Luke and Kieran make it up to you… kind of.

↳ Are you going to be done soon?

That was the last text you’d sent, approximately half an hour ago.

And there had been nothing since.

The late reply of “↳ Yep, sorry, we’ll be there in ten!” remained unread on Luke’s phone, calls left unanswered—and no matter how many times Kieran would pester him about it, nothing else seemed to warrant a response. Truthfully, they almost had to wonder if this last-minute errand they’d been sent on was on purpose, but they had little mind to truly question their own boss. After all, they were more than willing to carry out his orders, in the end… It was only the timing that had been unfortunate.

Kieran eyed his brother as they padded across the living room to your bedroom door; “It’s your fault, you know. You should’ve stopped messing around, then we’d be done sooner.”

His voice was a lot calmer than Luke’s, who was more visibly disturbed by the fact that you hadn’t been responding to them. 

“Well, shit, but—where’s the fun in leaving just like that? Y’think she’s mad at us…? We told her we’d be late, though!���

“If she is, I don’t think we can blame her for it. We made a promise.”

The door to your bedroom was slightly ajar, and Kieran gently pushed it open. Two heads poked into the doorway.

“Ah, she’s adorable…”

Moonlight streamed in through the window, open just a little bit to let the nighttime breeze slip through. It was a lot different in Linkon than the N109 zone. A lot more peaceful, in a sense, and less dreary. The twins had taken some time to get used to being in the city more often, but they could understand why you were never too keen to spend time at the base. If you’d really gotten used to a place like this, then… The N109 zone really would be a shock.

And Kieran figured, too, that it was why you always tended to sleep better when you were here.

Small steps forward—it was Luke who approached your sleeping figure first, turned to your side facing towards the door and hugging one of your pillows between your legs. His hand reached out, a deft brush of his fingertips against your hair. “ God, she’s really beautiful. Look at how peaceful her smile is…”

Kieran sat down behind you, leaning over to peer at your expression. He looked as if he were to say something, but he turned his head to glance at the clock on your wall.

Past midnight.

“See, I told you we pushed it too long. No wonder she’s asleep.”

“But at least she isn’t mad at us…!”

“How would you know that?”

“Well, she could have just fallen asleep! She didn’t say she was mad at us!”

A pause, and a roll of eyes.

“Fine, then if she wakes up and scolds us, you’re doing what I say for a week.”

“Yeah?! Then if she doesn’t scold us, you’re doing what I say!”

You stirred slightly at that.

It was almost as if on cue, and the twins’ attention snapped immediately back to you. They’d been a little loud, that was certain. They were half expecting you to open your eyes…

But you didn’t.

They’d both let out a sigh of relief at that.

Nevertheless, Kieran took to following his brother’s earlier actions, reaching over to stroke your hair. Soft, gentle movements, trailing a finger down the side of your face for a moment before moving a lock of hair behind your ear. A fleeting kiss was placed over your eyelids, and for a moment, there was silence.

“...We should let her sleep, though,” he mumbled then. This time he spoke lower so as to keep you from stirring from your dreams as you had earlier.

Luke, however, had other ideas.

“What? After making that bet with me?! You’re just trying to get out of it now!”

“I’m not! Just, if she’s tired, then should we really be waking her up…?”

Luke huffed, pushing Kieran’s hand away from your face, and giving him a pointed look. “Relax! You know she’s already given us permission to do things like this, anyway!” Slowly, a grin spread across his face. “Hey… first one to wake her up gets to dish out orders for an extra week.”

“Luke—!”

Yet Kieran’s protest fell on deaf ears.

Without wasting a second, Luke rested his hand on your cheek and leaned in, a soft kiss placed upon your lips. The motion was slow and smooth, taking his time. And it was gentle. The flutter of his eyelashes tickled your skin as his eyes closed. There was always something so sweet in the way that Luke kissed you—now was not an exception. The feeling of it would linger, make you want more of it. Had you been awake, you wouldn’t have allowed him to pull away.

But he did.

Kieran almost seemed to be holding his breath, and both of them looked at you, once again, expectantly.

Another grin spread on Luke’s face. “Hmm, what do you know? Pretty girl sleeps soundly!” he chuckled.

With a click of his tongue, Kieran, this time, took to wrapping his arms around your figure as if to tug you closer to him. “As if you didn’t know! It took way more than a kiss to wake her up the last time we did this.”

“Ha! And as if you didn’t doubt it for a moment, too!”

“...Whatever. It’s my turn.”

Kieran scoffed at his brother before burying his face into your neck, easily attaching his lips to your skin. And unlike Luke, there wasn’t any gentleness laced into it. He suckled at your flesh in a more purposeful manner, teeth nipping the sensitive skin. His moves were calculated. Sure. If they were going to play this game, he intended not to lose.

In response, Luke let out a low whistle, sliding the pillow out of your grasp. “Y’know, sometimes, the resemblance is so uncanny,” he joked. “Sylus of you much?”

But those words only prompted the younger twin to slide his hand over your waist, moving downwards to lift up your nightgown. His insistence on leaving marks over your neck remained; he would shift from one spot to the next as if to leave proof of tonight’s activities. And slowly, his hand began to move up and down your thigh. He left light caresses, meant to soothe the graze of his teeth on your neck. He was silent, mostly. Allowing his mouth and his touch to do the work, suckling wet noises filling the room that made Luke let out a huff of indignance.

“Hey, no fair!”

Except, with both of them, the fact was that neither was keen on playing… “fair”.

Almost as if riled up by Kieran’s actions, he slotted himself between your arms, and subconsciously, the both of them could feel the way your neck craned, a leg moving upwards over Luke’s waist as if to hug him tighter. He’d taken your pillow, after all—and at the moment, unbeknownst to you yourself, he was serving as its replacement.

Not that he minded.

He treasured the momentary flash of envy that gleamed in Kieran’s eyes, clearly having wanted to receive the same attention from you. He grinned, and it was  almost triumphant. Enough for Kieran to narrow his eyes, deftly reaching to cup your mound into his hand.

“Aw, don’t be like that~” Luke continued to tease, lifting your nightgown high enough to bunch up over your breasts.

At this point, they had rendered you mostly exposed to them, and for a moment, neither of them moved. Eyes remained on each other, gauging the other’s reaction, almost as if waiting for the right moment to move.

It happened slowly.

Kieran was the first to move this time, dragging his middle finger from your clothed slit upwards. The motion repeated. Simple, unhurried strokes with the intention of getting you wet enough… and there was a pleased smile on his face when it did .

Wetness began to pool at your entrance, each touch causing the damp on the fabric to grow larger.

Yet, Luke was not one to leave all the satisfaction to his brother.

With a scoff, he leaned down to take your nipple into his mouth, circling it lightly with his tongue. His hand moved from your waist to cup the other, index and thumb reaching to give it a little brush. It was easy to have them pebble under his actions, and it was a reaction that served enough to keep that triumph in his eyes.

And then—

“M-mm…”

Both boys’ eyes shot up to your face.

The sound was breathy; thick with sleep.

Your lips were slightly parted, breathing a little quicker than usual.

But aside from that, you showed no other signs from stirring. Your eyes were closed. Still mostly unaware, you could feel a blossoming warmth settling somewhere into your stomach, their light touches familiar enough to coax out an involuntary response from your body despite your lack of consciousness—but it still not enough to wake you.

Again, the twins shared a look.

And, this time, it felt less like a competition… and more like a shared desire to pleasure you out of your sleep.

Perhaps, they thought, the bet would fall to null in the end.

Satisfied with the wetness that had pooled in your panties, Kieran pushed the fabric aside and circled a finger at your entrance. The movement gathered the slick of your arousal onto his finger, unmistakable wet noises even further proof of it. Leaning over your shoulder to watch, he slowly pushed it inside.

“She’s really warm.”

It was an objective comment.

“And she’s pretty like this,” Luke emphasized, always keen to shower you with compliments every moment he got. “Always so welcoming of whatever we do to her… She’s something else, huh?”

“She’s our pretty girl, after all.”

With a sigh against your neck and a nuzzle into your skin, his finger began to move inside you at a steady rhythm.

And this time, Luke let out a smirk.

While his lips moved back to suckling at your nipples in a fond manner, his hand slowly slid down your body to pause right next to Kieran’s. A brief moment of respite, anticipation somehow casting itself into the air, before his finger slid right in.

It was this intrusion that had you drawing in a breath, body jolting slightly in an instinctive response.

Yet you didn’t quite push them away, nor were you conscious enough to try to.

Instead, you welcomed the feeling.

It stirred deep in your consciousness; barely aware of what they were doing, yet aware of the vague pooling of pleasure that shifted around inside of you. Your hips moved. Slight, tiny jerks that felt more like jumps every time one of their fingers grazed against your sweet spot.

“Damn,” Luke let out a laugh under his breath. He placed a thumb to your clit, rubbing in light, teasing circles. “Kieran, look. She’s so cute!”

The younger twin let out a grin in response, this time fondly watching the slight twitches in your expression. His eyes were half-lidded, never quite leaving your own closed ones, and a soft sigh left his lips.

“Mhm,” he muttered. “I like it when she’s like this.”

A look of love—one that, if only you could have seen it, would have had you keening.

Their fingers moved in a cyclical pattern: slow rubs on your clit, plunging in and out of your heat in a steady rhythm, before switching to alternating in a level of synchronicity that they were quite proud they could pull off. Eventually, your chest heaved in response to the pleasure, a slight tremor settling into your thighs. Your eyebrows knitted together, and it was a display of pleasure the twins knew more than well, elated to witness such familiar reactions even in your current state. It almost seemed as if a rush of pleasure hazed over the three of you in that moment, so much that Kieran reached over to take out his cock to rub directly against your ass, Luke seizing the opportunity to add another finger into your hole as his tongue once again flicked at your nipples.

Your bodies had found a rhythm.

A little push and pull, hips rocking to meet the thrust of their fingers as if, despite your obvious haze of sleep, you simply couldn’t help but react to them.

And then for the first time that night, Kieran’s lips found yours.

His kisses were different.

If Luke’s had always been sweet, and slow, and smooth, Kieran’s were breathtaking. He could breathe you in just as you would him, deeper and deeper, as if your body could only melt into his mouth at the fervor with which he would move. He would kiss you, and kiss you, and kiss you—such a stark contrast to the manner with which he carried himself, always a more passionate display of his affections that you wouldn't get from him otherwise.

Their fingers picked up the pace.

Kieran continued to rut against you, pushing their fingers deeper and deeper with each rock of his hips. Luke began to suck at your nipples in a harsher manner, pulling and tugging at them with more insistence. And, at this point, the pleasure more rapidly registering in your mind had you squirming in their hold.

It was getting harder to stay in a blissful state of ignorance.

Now, with Kieran pulling away from you to catch his breath, your mouth fell open in a groan, eyes moving in an almost confused manner behind your eyelids, too heavy to open them yet whirring your brain steadily more awake.

“Ooh, she’s about to wake up~” came Luke’s voice, a musical trill to it that let you know that he was pleased. Having since released your breasts with a wet ‘pop!’ , you could feel him lean in to place a kiss on the tip of your nose. “C’mon, c’mon… Wake up, baby, wake up…”

Their fingers curled, and with a cry you jolted awake, eyes blinking wide open as you reached out to latch onto Luke’s arm. Pleasure washed over you in crashing peaks, soothing whispers from both boys cooing into your ears.

Your vision was hazy, chest heaving in shock, and you felt lightheaded.

Yet you recognized the kisses that peppered the side of your face.

“Mngh… K- Kieran…?”

You barely had the energy to move, and yet, as if in retaliation to you mentioning only one of them, a thumb flicked once again over your puffy clit and you heard a scoff.

It made you jolt, and sleepily, you let out a smile and tried to blink yourself into focus, breath catching from your earlier orgasm.

“Hi,” you giggled a little. Your hand moved from his arm to his cheek, and his expression softened.

“Hi,” Luke murmured. “Mornin’, sunshine.”

With a sigh, you tilted your head back a little to nuzzle at Kieran’s cheek, before feeling your eyes fall back closed. “M’sleepy… You’re late, you guys…” you muttered.

“It was Luke’s fault.”

“Hey!”

“I told him to—”

You shook your head a little, effectively getting them to stop before a potential argument ensued. And in response, you felt a finger gently pull at your bottom lip, pushing inside your mouth when you’d happily obliged.

“Here, taste yourself,” came Kieran’s voice. “You were really wet. Did it feel good? Did we make it up to you?”

You sucked his finger clean before he pulled it back out, and you offered a little chuckle. You didn’t say anything in return, but instead pushed yourself against his erection, your hand sliding down to palm Luke through his pants.

“Shit— baby—”

You could have laughed at that immediate reaction, and the same sharp intake of breath from his twin. But instead, you found yourself letting out a yawn. “Mm, you did, sure… But I’m still sleepy. What about the problem you made for yourselves?”

“So you do want us to fuck you, after all.”

Kieran’s words, as straight-to-the-point as always, had you opening your eyes in mild embarrassment.

“Oh… I mean… Aren’t you?” you looked between both of them with a sheepish smile.

For a moment there was a pause, and both the boys shared a look.

You watched as a slow smile spread on both their faces.

“Well, yeah, we’ll fuck you—”

“—like you want us to, clearly—”

“—but you’re only going to have—”

“—one of us for tonight.”

Kieran’s hand moved to grasp at the supple flesh of your ass, kneading it in a gentle, soothing motion. “ Since you’re sleepy, and we haven’t prepped you enough,” he added, for good measure. “We can be nice, too, you know?”

Another smile made its way to your face then, and you snuggled back into your pillow, gladly wrapping your arms around Luke as if to snuggle close to him.

“You know I always let you do whatever.”

You felt Kieran twitch behind you in response, and Luke rested a palm over your head to ruffle your hair. “That’s a good girl,” he cooed.

Kieran scoffed. “But I won, you know. She did scold us.”

“Aww, but you’ve already been grinding against her anyway! Let me have this!”

“We could switch…”

“ Nuh- uh. This wasn’t part of the bet! And we didn’t say the orders had to start now, right?”

The younger twin huffed. And while you had made yourself comfortable in their embrace, you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh. “It’s okay,” you murmured. “I’ll just have you in the morning then, Kie. Won’t it be better that way?”

Your words were met with a sigh and a kiss on the corner of your lips, causing you to smile.

“Hard to say no to a pretty girl.”

His words had you shivering involuntarily—the praise, the sound of his voice so close to your ear... You couldn’t help but whine as you felt him buck into you once more, and the low chuckle that he let out nearly had you burying your face further into the pillow.

“What?” you could hear the grin in Kieran’s voice. “All riled up already?”

You didn’t quite answer, only letting out a squeak as you felt the other twin shift beside you until something brushed directly against your clit.

“Stop distracting her, Kieran!” Luke let out a huff, and then there was a little kiss against your lips before Kieran pulled away from you.

It was at that moment you opened your eyes again, turning your head slightly with a pout.

“Wait, huh…? Where’re you going?”

Kieran smiled. “Do you trust me?”

“Well, yes…”

“Good. Then don’t worry about it. Just focus on Luke.”

As if on cue, the twin in question slowly guided you back to face him. And there was that sweet, loving, adoring smile on his face that made you melt. You would never get over how sharp the contrast always was between how he normally was and how he would treat you, always a comfort to be all wrapped up in his arms like this.

A finger to your lips, and he slowly raised your leg higher to wrap around his waist, languid movements to slide his dick between your folds. Every so often he would graze over your sensitive nub, the contact had you jolting, feeling the friction between you two in an instant that it was enough to have you biting your lip.

“Shhh,” he gave you a little wink. His finger trailed your jawline and over the marks that Kieran had left on you, before ultimately wrapping his arms back around your torso. The position had you shifting to rest your head against his chest, the scent of his cologne more obvious to you now. “C’mere, sunshine, I’ll take care of you. Go back to sleep, ‘kay?”

I’ll take care of you.

The words made you smile.

And it was easy enough for him to distract you from the noise of your drawer being opened, your cheeks flushing pink as he pulled you into another one of those sweet, sweet kisses of his. Every time, you could swear you tasted candy on his tongue—automatically you felt your eyes fall shut, taking in the delicate movements of his lips as he finally slid inside of you.

Slowly, slowly.

They always took their time with you. They always took care of you.

He eased himself into your cunt, inch by inch. It was the first full thrust that had you gasping into his mouth; the stretch of his cock was still something that caught you off-guard. But he would soothe you. Little whispers, little kisses, little caresses… in truth, he was just as lost in it as you were. Every so often he would pull away from his kisses to grunt into your ear, his voice breathy and trembling.

Yet the rock of his hips stayed gentle.

Rhythmic.

Almost as if waves on a shore.

It didn’t take long for you to match him, eyes still closed, panting into his chest as you moved to grip his collar. Your bodies moved languidly together, and he pushed himself deep enough for you to let out a quiet groan.

Luke wasn’t often good with consistency, but even you could tell that he was keeping up the effort this time—quite obviously working to lull you into this suspended state of near-sleep, half awake, yet certainly still conscious enough to register those little jolts of pleasure.

“Like that? Is that good? C’mon, baby, it’s okay, just keep your eyes closed…”

Words of reassurance, that sweetness in his voice…

Muffled moans would escape your lips every now and then, but at this point, you had barely the consciousness to register the weight of the mattress shift behind you. Your walls fluttered around his cock, gripping him tightly as a cool liquid dripped down the curve of your ass. It caused him to twitch—and behind you came that familiar, familiar low chuckle, a hand placed back to massage at your supple flesh.

“Ugh— haah —c’mon… Barely even—nnh—five minutes—!” Luke raised his head to give Kieran an indignant huff, but his hips continued to fuck up into you.

And Kieran only shrugged.

“I said I’d have my fun, too.”

You felt trapped, in a sense, as he, too, caged you into his arms, but the warmth was comforting. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Shit—”

It was at the same time that Kieran’s finger edged closer to your hole, causing you to involuntarily clench around the cock inside of you yet again. A soft “mm…” fell from your lips, the same finger circling around and prodding the ring of muscle, gathering the lube that he had just poured out onto you.

“Shhhh, shh. It’s just me, pretty girl.”

The shushing again, this time from a lower voice.

Kieran attached his lips to the shell of your ear, giving a tentative kitten lick.

“Oh, fuck— fuck, she’s so tight—” Luke’s moans grew louder, and by this point, the well-kept rhythm of his thrusts had faltered. His hips stuttered, trying to control his breathing through his nose.

When your eyes opened again, the image of his flushed expression and the desperate tears that pricked at his eyes nearly made you gasp.

“Luke…” you whispered, eyes still drooping sleepily, yet the sensations they were both giving you made it harder to truly just… sleep.

“Ugh— nngh— baby, just… Shit,  y-you’re so good, such a p-pretty little pussy…” 

He was panting, thrusting up into you, his hand moving to grip your thigh to allow him to do it harder.

Only, his movements seemed to spread your cheeks open just a little more, and you could practically feel Kieran’s smile against your ear.

“Oh, you wanna be awake for this, baby?” he murmured. He continued to massage at your little hole, still nice enough to ease you into it despite how many times you had done this with them anyway. 

“Mm… mhm…” you nod breathlessly, only able to find solace in the way you tightened your hold over Luke’s arms.

You were already sensitive.

Luke’s gentle thrusts were bearable; they felt nice and cozy and warm, enough to build the pleasure back up and have you panting into him. But the faster and harder he went, the more awake you felt. Too distracted by the pleasure to speak, too distracted by the anticipation of being filled, somehow, in both holes like you knew you always ended up with the both of them.

“Please…” a quiet, needy moan fell from your lips, head trying to tilt back up to look at the twin behind you. “Please, please, please, Kie…”

The nickname again.

You heard him hiss into your ear, and though you’d been distracted by the way Luke’s motions would cause your bed to rock, you were made equally as aware of the way Kieran had been rutting into his hand, trying to ease the aching of his cock.

You couldn’t see it, but the image in your head nearly made your throat close up.

Your walls fluttered, and he took the chance—done with teasing you, his finger pushed slowly inside, a louder, drawn-out moan ripping from your throat as your head threw back against him in pleasure.

“There we go. That’s a gooodd fucking girl…”

The stretch and that low grunt in your ear had you mewling, clawing at Luke’s back as if to ground yourself in the moment despite your vision already beginning to swim with stars.

“Another one, baby, okay?”

“W-wai—wait—!”

There was no more waiting.

You squealed as his index finger pushed right in next to his middle, your tight ring of muscle nearly sucking him in.

“See? You’re already used to it,” he chuckled.

It was as if the both of them were simply done with being gentle with you, immediately assuming a pace that had them pushing and pulling your hips as they pleased. 

In and out, in and out.

Every thrust—Luke, and then Kieran, and then Luke—a pattern that had you crying out their names in an almost nonsensical babble, this time having tears prick at your eyes enough for Luke to let out another curse.

“Holy f- ffuuckinggg shit — so pretty… So pretty like th-tha— haah —” His eyes rolled back into his head, hips never stopping. “Ngh, baby, baby, relax, you’re—sq- squeezing so hard, shit—”

“Yeah, is she? Fuck— take a deep breath, c’mon, pretty girl, c’mon…”

They would build it up so easily, you were going insane.

“Wai-w-wait—! I’m gonna— gonna cum plea—please! Ple—”

Cries tore from your lips the moment Luke brought his hand down to play with your clit, eyes squeezing shut—

You crashed.

It came with such an intensity you hadn’t felt for so long, every inch of your body shaking and jolting, practically screaming with pleasure.

And neither of their movements come at all to a halt.

Sometimes, you couldn’t tell if they were doing it to spite you. The dazed grin on Luke’s face and the way Kieran sunk his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder caused you to let out a choked sob.

And then it was messy.

They didn’t so much as give you even a second of warning before painting a stupidly sticky white mess all over your body, all over the sheets . Having pulled out of you, Luke slid himself over your stomach, ropes of cum catching on your bunched-up nightgown—a thick mess slid down your thighs from Kieran’s release, the tip of his cock nudging you ever so slightly and causing his hips to jolt up every so often.

Your chest heaved, vision hazy.

“Idiots…” you whined, weakly. “Look at the mess you made…”

For a while, there was no reply.

You half had to wonder if they had fallen asleep, but you knew them well enough—

When you shifted to look at them, you let out a huff at the way their eyes seemed to latch onto you and you alone, raking over your body with a sense of pride.

“You guuyyysss…” 

Another whine.

And then it was Luke who spoke first.

That stupid grin on his face wouldn’t leave, and he had the audacity to send you another one of those winks to you.

“Luke!”

“You’re a fucking masterpiece, you know?”

You should have expected how giddy his voice sounded.

“Like, shit. You’re such a pretty pretty little thing… God, if I could, I’d be fucking you all day—”

“Luke!!!!”

You nearly sat up to give him a smack to the face, but Kieran cut you off with another quick kiss.

It started with one, on your lips, and then tiny, feather-light kisses all over the rest of your face.

Two pecks over your eyelids caused them to close once more, and you let out a little huff.

“Kieran…”

“Luke’s right. You’re pretty like this.”

“Hey! But seriously—”

“It’s okay. We’ll clean you up, I promise. Stay here and I’ll heat up a bath for us?”

You pouted. “...Okay… Then cuddles, yeah? And you owe me a movie night…”

You couldn’t see, but you could certainly more than feel that they were smiling.

With both twins each leaving another little kiss on either side of your cheek, you heard them speak—

“O’course, pretty girl.”

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It wasn’t supposed to end up like this. None of it was. But how far can the chains of loyalty and devotion really take someone… before they finally break?

This was not in the plan.

Your breath stuttered, hands gripping the silken sheets below you.

Sylus would be back soon.

Your body jolted at the touch of his fingers over the plush of your thigh—

The two of you were not supposed to be doing this.

Your heartbeat quickened at the thought, a whine falling from your lips, yet the head between your legs remained unhurried in his ministrations. His hands pressed down against your hips to keep you from moving, insistent on taking his time, allowing his mouth to place wet, open-mouthed kisses around the clothing still covering your clit. The contact was there, but it was barely enough.

You squirmed in his grasp.

"Kieran...!"

His only response was a low chuckle, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. You could really only let out another whimper; what else could you do? So easily would he have you at his mercy, his touch and his attention having become something that you craved.

"Kieran, please..." You tried, with no avail, to buck your hips up into him. His grip on you was stronger than you'd anticipated—unrelenting in the pressure, and enough for him to let out a scoff.

"Hey, easy, pretty," he mumbled. You could hear in his voice the mocking roll of his eyes. "As nice as it is hearing you beg... You really need to stay still."

Merciless, for certain.

You didn't know what else you should have expected from him.

Your fingers tightened their grip on the sheets as his tongue poked out against the crotch of your panties, leaving short, kitten licks that only made the damp spot on the fabric grow larger—

And you wished you could see him.

His mask, placed slanted over his head, covered enough to keep you in the dark. You could see tufts of his hair peeking out from behind it... but you couldn't see his eyes. He would never let you see them. Not like this. Not when it was never supposed to be like this.

The limit imposed was always a reminder of that.

"Kieran..." you reached over to lay a hand atop of his, the only workaround you could find. And you felt his movements pause at the contact. By now, your underwear was thoroughly soaked through, the fabric clinging to your folds enough to outline the shape of your cunt. "Kieran, why won't you just take it off...!"

You felt him smile.

He didn't answer; it wasn't as if you particularly expected him to. Instead, he settled for pressing his tongue flat against your entrance, slowly licking up a long stripe that lingered over your clit, parting your folds more obviously for him—and he did it again.

The thin fabric dipped slightly into your hole, only barely serving as any more of a barrier from the friction and heat of his tongue. Your hips struggled against his hold, thighs trembling over his shoulders—"W-wha—anh—! Kieran—!"

You felt his nails dig slightly into your skin almost as a warning, and the slight sting of pain had your moan clamping down into a sharp hiss.

"Why, huh?" he mumbled against you, and you could hear the laugh in his voice. He brought his teeth over to graze over your clit, the sensation making you shiver and gasp. "Mmm... 'Cause I like it this way."

He spoke as if it were the most obvious answer in the world. As if you'd been stupid for asking such a question, as if he were reiterating the power he had over your body in this moment... Because he did. You could only submit to his ministrations as he took your clit lightly between his lips, only to let it go and do it again.

And again.

And then the slow movements became quicker, gliding his tongue up and down the sticky mess seeping through your panties, lapping at your slit as if to coax out more.

You could barely take it.

Your head threw back as his name fell from your lips in a litany—a breathless chant of "Kieran, Kieran, Kieran!" that had him grinning against you. You could feel it, the sheer delight with which his tongue moved against you. And despite his own words, it didn't take long before he finally pushed your panties to the side, savoring the trail of slick that connected the fabric back to you, and reveling in the sight of your wetness.

You panted desperately at the exposure—waiting; anticipating. Though you couldn't see him, you were nearly certain of the way he would lick his lips in approval of you.

And then—

"Shi—shit!" You cried out when he finally, finally buried himself into you, the direct contact of his tongue against your walls making your head spin.

"Mmmm. S'good."

It was a muffled moan you could barely register, but the vibrations against you had your body jolting. And as if to grant you a moment of reprieve, his hands slid down from your hips to push your thighs further apart.

"Ki- Kier—iera—n—! Kieran—!" Broken moans of his name left your lips in desperate cries, finally able to arch your back into him, lifting your hips to grind against his mouth.

"Mhm? 'Most there, hm?"

Your eyes glazed over as your mouth fell open, feeling him knead at your thighs in encouragement. He didn't stop. His tongue kept working you, dipping into your hole to have lewd, sticky noises resound in the bedroom.

"Close... close, Kieran, m'gonna...!"

You could hear a proud grin from him, as he pulled away from you and whispered a low command:"Yeah, cum for me, angel."

It was enough.

Your head fell back, a wave of pleasure tearing through your body as your thighs tensed around him. His hand moved to rub gentle circles over your clit to ease you through your orgasm, whispering soothing phrases into the plush of your thigh.

Your chest heaved, eyes drawing up to the ceiling in an attempt to ground yourself.

"Holy shit," you breathed. And it was all the words you could really bring yourself to say.

Your vision felt too hazy to process. You didn't look as Kieran got up to adjust himself, leaving your side momentarily before running a damp cloth through your folds to clean you up. He was always nice enough, gentle enough, to be thorough with your aftercare. The faint sensation of your undergarments being changed didn't feel unfamiliar to you anymore. Not with him. It was enough for you to get your breathing evened out again, and only when you felt the mattress shift beside you did you turn—

A warm hand was placed over your eyes.

Soft, almost coaxing.

And you knew the voice that spoke.

"Don't look yet," he mumbled.

It was a softer tone than he had used with you earlier. It was a softer tone than what he would use with you, in general. A hint of desperation, a masked sort of regret laced into it...

But almost barely there.

In truth, you couldn't have known if you were deluding yourself into it or not. As much as you were inclined to believe that there was more behind the way he said those words, more behind the gentle kiss that was placed upon your lips—you knew that it was likely not the case.

It couldn't be the case.

In the same way all of this was never supposed to happen in the first place.

"Just let me stay here for a second..."

He sighed against you, trailing fluttering kisses over your jaw, placing another against your lips. There was a silence, only the rise and fall of your chests moving nearly in sync, the faint ticking of the clock on the wall a reminder of the time that ran forward. Because no matter how time seemed to slow down for you in his arms like this, you knew that reality would prove otherwise.

A fickle illusion, just as all of this had become.

He pulled back.

You knew, and he knew, more than anyone, that the leisure of time was not available to you. And once the hand uncovered your eyes and you adjusted to the light, his mask was back on, his fingers reaching to pull his hood back over his head.

He looked at you.

You could have been imagining things, but you could have sworn that he was smiling. You'd seen his face before. All things considered, you could picture the way he looked at you—no more than a figment of your imagination seeing how adamant he was never to show himself to you like this, but it was the only solace that you had.

"Boss's back," he tilted his head, "got a message from Luke, soooo... M'gonna go. He might want something."

You sat up quietly, drawing your knees up to your chest. You couldn't help but pout.

"Kieran..."

He shook his head.

It was enough for you to swallow your words.

The empty feeling in your chest continued to thrum—unspoken words solidified the limit he'd insistently put between you. It always ended this way. You'd be fool to think otherwise.

So instead of speaking, instead of saying unnecessary things that you didn't have to put out there, your eyes fell towards his hand as he reached over to give yours one last squeeze.

"Seeya later, Miss Hunter."

—❀

Kieran was cruel.

You were never sure what the nature of your relationship truly was, never sure of the feelings that swelled in your chest everytime he so much as looked your way. You couldn't even recall how things turned out like this at all, only that a single moment alone with him had thrown you into this spiral that you couldn't get out of.

... But he was so nice to you.

His presence had become a comfort—as much of it as you could find in this god-forsaken place they'd made a home of. The N109 zone wasn't your favorite place; it was far from that. And yet, everytime you found find yourself going back, you owed as much to the twins to have yourself stay.

You owed it to him.

And it hadn't always been that way.

You always thought that if there would be one of them you'd grow more attached to, it would be Luke—Luke was always much sweeter with his words. He was quick to notice any discomfort, quick to offer words of reassurance that—on the surface—could easily have been dismissed, but they meant something to you. It was easy to relax around him. You knew that regardless of the situation that you found yourself in now, Luke had already become a friend that you treasured.

But Kieran was different.

Kieran was more... quiet, more subtle.

Equally as infuriating at his brother when they'd put their heads together just to get on your nerves, but—calmer. More bearable, in a sense.

And even if his words tended to be harsher in comparison, he was gentler in the way that he treated you. Especially when Sylus was absent. Because he did tend to speak less than his brother, seemingly content to let him do most of the talking, but his actions spoke volumes. He would help you with things—offers he would follow through with. The whole debacle with the brooch was an entirely different matter considering their intentions, but it the first that you'd felt a little appreciated on his part nonetheless.

Now, you knew, that whether it was as silly as getting things off of the shelf for you, or as bold as helping you sneak into Sylus' bedroom to borrow Mephisto for the day, he could help you. Because he would do things—rather than say things. And silence from him became less daunting; more welcomed, when you realized that he acted outside of it.

He'd swing the windows open whenever possible—because he knew that you hated feeling trapped in their base, despite multiple words of reassurance from Luke that you weren't.

He'd throw an orange at your head so you didn't have to peel one yourself—he'd seen you struggle once, taunted you to take the matter to the chef, but never seemed to offer you an unpeeled one ever since.

And he was quick to draw the lines where they needed to be drawn. Keen to notice when his brother had crossed it, bold enough to chastise him for it and offer you a moment of solace.

Most of all... the calmer tone in his voice, harshness aside, made it easy to fall under his spell.

Because that was what you would call it.

A spell.

He could get you to fall into his arms with such ease, but you were never quite sure if he would be there to catch you. It was always just enough to keep you guessing, always just enough to hold you close... Yet he would simultaneously keep you at a distance that nearly had you questioning if any of his behavior ever meant anything.

As if he were toying with you.

Your mind flitted back to the first time you'd gotten intimate, and it was he who had breached that boundary first, yet also he who'd kept the offer just out of your reach.

It was torturous. He was cruel.

Yet you had scarcely the courage to ask him about it.

—❀

"Arguably, it's a lot quieter around here without Luke around."

It was a rare occasion to see the twins separated, but that night seemed to be as such. You recognized the figure in front of you with ease.

"Where's your brother?"

The first question you asked had him letting out a laugh, absentmindedly tossing a coin into the air and catching it back into his palm. He didn't get up from his seat on the couch, but he turned to you. The earring on his hood made a soft tinkling noise as he did so.

"Out on an errand. You know. Boss's orders..."

You noticed him regard you for a moment, a contemplative silence you'd become familiar with from him, before he stood up.

It had been your instinct to immediately take a step back.

But that didn't phase him.

It never truly did.

He was a little less difficult to shake up than his brother, especially when he was alone. Unfortunately for you, as you watched him close the distance between the two of you a little bit more— this was such a case.

"The boss told me to watch over you, you know. You're here to see him, right? So... I guess you could say I've been expecting you."

It was your turn to look him over, folding your arms over your chest, and whether because of their influence—just as much as Sylus'—or not, you were pushed, a little bit, to be bolder. So with a smile, you decided to play coy."Kieran, are you trying to intimidate me? Is that something Sylus would approve of?"

It gave you an inkling of satisfaction to have him pause in thought, because there was one thing you'd noticed about him—

He was obedient.

Careful.

Dare you say it; a lot more calculating than whatever impulsive decisions Luke was more prone to making.

"Hmm... No, maybe you're right."

He replied smoothly, but it seemed almost too easy. A pause ensued. Neither of you moved. It was a while before you realized that he wasn't quite... finished.

"Boss isn't here, though."

These were words you didn't think you'd ever hear from his own mouth.

"Huh? Yeah, but... You..."

You could have sworn he was grinning under that mask of his, and the sharp laugh that fell from his lips was as close to seeing it as you could get. You were almost certain you were in for something—until you weren't. He plopped back onto the couch with ease, and you let out a sigh of relief. You would gladly grab the slightest bit of mercy he would show you.

"Wasn't trying to intimidate you, Miss Hunter," he waved it away. "Anyway, like I said. The boss isn't back yet. So... Whatever business you have with him's gotta wait."

"...Yeah." Your shoulders relaxed. Kieran would rarely ever do anything against Sylus' orders. This wasn't one of those times. "Right. Of course. I'll just, uh... I wanted to look through the books..."

You cleared your throat, and your gaze moved from the figure in front of you to the shelves that lined one side of the room. You, yourself, let out a contemplating hum.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Kieran lift his head again.

It couldn't hurt to ask.

"Kieran, could you—"

"Nope."

His answer made you blink.

When you turned to him, he had stopped fussing with the coin.

"You ask me every other week or so. Come on. You can learn to do it yourself too, right?"

"...But you're right here."

"I'm sitting."

"You could—"

He shook his head, turning towards the shelves and away from you. It worked well to cut you off, and you had concluded to abandon your hope of convincing him—it was much more difficult with Kieran.

But he added,"Which one this time?"

Your eyes lit up, and you walked over to one of the shelves, pointedly raising a hand. "That one up there! Feel like I haven't seen that anywhere in Linkon. You guys sure have a lot of—"

Your eyes widened.

His hands slotted themselves easily on your waist, but you had barely a second to process the heat of his body so close to you before he hoisted you in the air.

Your breath hitched. This was a first. You didn't know Kieran to be the touchy one—that was Luke. Yet his grip on your waist was firm, nearly reminiscent of the way Sylus would hold you, and for a moment you couldn't quite do anything but look back and stare at him.

He let out a scoff.

"Why're you looking at me? I said I wouldn't get it for you, but I didn't say I wouldn't help."

It took a while before you could turn away from him and back to the shelf, and you cleared your throat. "Um... A little to the left, then. I can't reach it from here."

"...Seriously?"

He grumbled a complaint, yet did as you said, anyway. You reached a little further to grab the book, and—

Perhaps, seeing you struggle still made him shift to bring you closer to it, but the movement caught you off-guard enough to wobble slightly in his hold. His grip adjusted to keep you steady, the pads of his fingertips riding slightly up under your shirt, brushing against your skin. "Whoah, there," he clicked his tongue. "Easy, pretty. I'm sure you can handle heights just fine, so relax. It's just a bookshelf."

The contact, combined with his casual use of a nickname you had never heard from him before, had you reeling. And though the book was then grasped safely in your hands, you couldn't help but be hyperaware of the thrumming heartbeat in your chest as he slowly let you down.

"There we go. Not so hard, huh?"

You nearly jumped at the proximity of his voice. The coolness of his mask pressed against your cheek slightly; he could have well been whispering in your ear, his thumb having moved to rub gentle circles into your skin.

This was unnecessary.

You knew that it was.

And yet, something about it made you want to lean into it a little bit more.

His voice was so nice to listen to. His touches were so... gentle.

"Hm? What's wrong, Miss Hunter?"

You could have sworn his voice dipped an octave lower when he spoke next, and subconsciously, you allowed yourself to fall back into his arms.

The quiet chuckle in your ears made your knees weak.

"You're getting worked up over this? Huh? Funny... You never act like this when Luke touches you."

Your eyes closed.

He was mocking you.

"This... It's just—Luke has never—Not even Sylus has—" You stumbled over your words, feeling your face heat up as one hand snaked over to your front to rest just below your navel.

"So what are you saying, Miss Hunter? Do you still want something of me? You have the book. I can let you go."

A choice.

He was giving you a choice.

You could feel him loosen his hold on you at the mere mention of Sylus, and you knew that he was aware he was treading on thin ice. Now, in this moment, the most logical option was clear to you. It was probably just as clear to him, too.

Yet—

Your words fell silent. Logic, as you knew it, didn't seem to be at the forefront of your mind.

"Why so quiet?"

His voice became a whisper, and his hand dipped lower. With the other, he tilted your head back at him, and you could have sworn that he was smirking.

"Kieran..." you mumbled. "What are we... What are we doing?"

"What do you want to be doing?"

"...That's..."

"I know what you want. But I'll let you go if you don't say it. On the other hand, if you do..."

Throw away all morality and compassion, and this place will become a paradise.

His words from before rung clear in your ears, and it was almost ironic to recall them in this moment. Quiet, obedient, dutiful Kieran... You should have known to expect that there was still a reason he stayed loyally at Sylus' side.

You closed your eyes.

"Touch me, please?"

Another low chuckle fell from his lips, and then he was quick—you were pressed up against the wall, palms flat against the concrete, the book in your hands falling to the floor with a little thud. His hands dipped underneath the waistband of your clothing—

"Don't. Turn. Around."

His voice was more commanding than you've ever heard it, clearer-sounding than usual, and once his lips suckled on the exposed skin of your neck, you shivered with the realization that he'd taken off his mask.

"Kieran..."

His hand cupped your mound, a finger slowly sliding up your slit to gather your wetness.

"Mmm... So wet, angel."

Your eyes squeezed shut at the nickname, almost feeling as if none of this was even real.

Yet it was.

Kieran had you caged aginst the wall, his fingers rubbing slow, frustrating circles over your clit. He would slide his hand down to dip into your hole before moving back up, teasing, teasing, never quite giving you what he knew you craved. But he did it so... Well. He had the power to allow you to feel every second of pleasure he'd bestow upon you, that despite the teasing, despite the restrictions, despite the clothing he hadn't bother to remove from you... It felt better than if you were doing it yourself.

"Five minutes, Miss Hunter," he whispered. You could feel one of his fingers prodding your entrance, and you sucked in a breath to hold. "So I'll make this quick, and you have to cum. Got it?"

You barely nodded before his finger slid in, your face flushing at the wet sound of his intrusion. So warm, and long, and slender—you felt yourself clench around him, and he grinned, the laugh against the shell of your ear raising goosebumps all over your skin.

"K-Kiera—"

Your moan choked back when he curled his finger, and you knew that you were long gone. Faster. Quicker. He'd added a second finger to add to the sensations, pumping them in and out at a pace that had your legs trembling.

"Easy, easy."

He mumbled soft praises of encouragement into your ears, almost a stark contrast to the mockery and harshness you'd been exposed to just moments ago. It made your head spin—soft pads pressed up against that spongey spot in your walls with each thrust, and it truly didn't take long for you to come undone.

You could have slid down the wall if Kieran wasn't quick to hold you up, pulling his hands out of your panties to let you catch your breath.

His phone buzzed.

For a moment, a tense silence surrounded both of you.

"...Well, they're back."

And that was it.

He sighed, leaning over to give you a soft kiss on the cheek, and then he let you go. He took a step back, leaving you to scramble for support against the wall. When you turned around again, Kieran was holding out your book—his mask was one again, and he pressed a finger to his lips.

"Shhh."

He leaned in slightly, and you could see in your head, just as well, the wink that he was giving you.

"Our little secret. Not a word about it to the boss."

—❀

It never felt as good without him after that.

Perhaps, he knew it too; perhaps, he felt it, too.

But even recalling that moment—recalling all the moments that followed soon after—often ended with your fingers between your legs, desperately trying to mimic those sensations, only to fall short.

So it was you, who would go to him often. You who would initiate, you who would ask—it was never the other way around. Kieran was adamant in acting nonchalant about it. There wasn't a single moment that his mask would slip, in contrast to how you could barely keep up with how he carried carry himself. Because although his attitude towards you hadn't changed in the slightest, it was still the little things that had caused the room you had for him in your heart to only expand.

It was more than just pleasure for you. It quickly became your excuse to spend time with him.

Despite a majority of your encounters being quick, sporadic—the times where you both would take your time pleasuring each other were different. Softer. They felt more real. From the way he would ensure your comfort, to the way he would always make sure to clean you up properly—you didn't know what to think.

Because once the moment was done, you would go back to normal.

Friends.

Acquaintances.

It didn't help that Kieran had rules for your arrangement: One, that you were never allowed to see his face; two, that neither of you would ever speak of it to anyone else; three, that you would be quiet if anyone else was home; four, that the line was drawn, he wouldn't be inside you.

And, five, that you wouldn't dare to fall in love.

Rules.

Limits.

He made it clear to the both of you—it wasn't supposed to happen like this.

"I'm not one to be playing with the boss's property like this." He admitted it to you one night, lying on your pillow. It was almost a silly thing to say; you wouldn't have considered yourself to belong to Sylus, not when your relationship had been anything but strictly business.

But to Kieran, it meant something else.

You knew enough about him to conclude as such.

Quiet, obedient, dutiful Kieran...

Between him and his brother, he was always the one you'd seen closer to Sylus. There was never a question about it; his work came first. His duty came first. Rare were the moments he would ever put his loyalty anywhere but first priority.

"...You know, Miss Hunter, boss is really fond of you."

It made sense to you, then.

He'd broken just as many rules to be doing this with you. And his own rules, the limits he'd set, the boundary he'd built for the both of you—they were for him, just as much as they were for you. The reason this had all become a game, the reason he would never approach you of his own will, the reason he would only wait for you to ask him another favor, the reason he would torture himself for it—

"Don't let me love you."

He's never said it out loud, but he might as well have.

For to the both of you, this was only an illusion.

Reality was cruel.

Just as he was.

Because in this picture, it didn't matter what you felt.

He would play with you to ruin you. And you would come back to him. He knew that.

He's never truly stopped you.

—❀

"Kie- Kiera—nnmmf—!"

One hand pressed against your mouth, the other busy between your legs. In the tight space surrounding you, though your own hand was wrapped loosely around his cock, you could barely bring yourself to move. Your head was thrown against the wall, eyes rolling back into your head with pleasure.

"Gotta— be— quiet—" He grunted as his hips thrust into your hand, voice low and raspy as he chased his own pleasure. His fingers were unrelenting, driving you closer and closer to the edge in the way he knew exactly how to, and the movements of his hips seemed to match that pace eagerly.

The confines of the closet did nothing to hinder the state you were in, long gone and putty under the control he had over you.

It was dangerous.

You could hear the faint voices of Luke and Sylus conversing on the other end of the room, and this was the riskiest that the two of you had ever done with this arrangement.

You'd expected Kieran to stop.

You'd expected him to usher you out of the room, or to keep his distance from you until it was safe, but he didn't.

Today seemed... different.

He rest his head on your shoulder, hot, panting breaths reverberating in his mask as he continued to rut into your hand.

His fingers curled, and the hand against your mouth tightened its hold—he knew the effect that he had on you. He always knew. Telltale signs of your knees giving out from beneath you, of your legs trembling... Your eyes prickes with tears as he continued to shove his fingers in and out of you, bringing you well past your high for the second time that day.

"Good. That's a good girl," he breathed. His fingers pulled out of you with a wet schlick, but the hand on your mouth didn't leave.

You shook your head, barely holding yourself upright—

"Move your hand, angel."

There was a certain desperation laced into his voice, hips stuttering against your hand. You barely had the energy to move, let alone the space. The closet was unforgiving.

And, yet...

"Please, Miss Hunter... Please..."

You had never heard him plead you like this before.

It was enough.

He struggled to keep his own grunts and moans in check as you gripped him tighter, pumping your hand up and down over his length. Now that you were focusing on it, you were able to feel every vein and ridge, the pad of your thumb gliding over his tip to spread down more of the precum that had been leaking. Hips undulating, the friction over his cock seemed to drive him insane—you felt his body weight fall against you, and the wall of the closet remained the only thing managing to hold both of you up.

There was something about this that gave you a rush of exhileration.

You heard footsteps, and the door, and silence, before—

A louder groan seemed to fall from his lips, and his hips stuttered, spilling over your hand. Thick, and warm, and sticky, your own breath fell out in pants as he pulled away from you and your eyes were drawn to the mess he'd just made.

"Kieran... We gotta—"

Your eyes widened.

He was quick to settle his clothing before promptly carrying you out, and you gasped.

"H-huh?! Hey, wait! Kie, we need to— the closet stil—mmf!"

"Later. Later. I'm not done with you. Just— shit. Just be quiet."

His hand was back on your mouth, barely minding the fact that your hand was gripping his clothing if only to steady yourself in his hold. You knew the steps he was taking, the carpet leading straight to your room. And suddenly, the plush of your bed felt welcome—

But this atmosphere was a lot thicker and heavier than you were used to.

You couldn't help but crawl backwards until your head had bumped against the headboard, watching as Kieran's figure loomed over you.

You could sense it.

He was fighting to keep himself under control.

He fisted your sheets,

"Shit. Fuck. It's so hot."

Annoyed. He was annoyed.

You could only stare like a deer caught up in headlights, unsure of this atmosphere, unsure of what move he would make next.

And you should have expected it.

Immediately his hand whent to your eyes as you felt him shift to throw his mask elsewhere in the room, and then his lips were on yours.

You had kissed, a few times, here and there—but never like this.

You would doubt it, sometimes. What else could have been there behind all his kisses, what else he could have meant when he took your lips into his so gently, so lovingly, so... unlike him, in a sense, that you wished he meant something more.

It was more obvious this time.

His lips crashed against yours with a need to, and he was anything but gentle. Anything but composed.

It almost didn't feel like him.

All tongue, and teeth, and desperate breaths of air—he would barely give you space to breathe before he was back on you, his other hand moving to hold your chin, deepening the kiss as much as he possibly could. He kissed you as if he couldn't get enough. He kissed you as if he'd been deprived of it, all his life, that this was the culmination of the past several months of this game that you would play with yourselves.

"Kier—"

You couldn't speak; he wouldn't let you.

Your chest tightened with the overwhelming outpour of his passion, your legs tangling together enough for you to feel him press against you.

You couldn't do this.

Not like this.

"Kieran!"

Every breath you'd take was only swallowed back into his lips, as if he wasn't really listening to you.

"Kiera— Kieran!"

You felt him shake his head, his hips beginning to grind against yours.

"Kieran... Kie—Take off— Get your han—"

He spoke, this time.

"Can't," he rasped. You could feel him panting against your lips, before he cupped your face and dived in once more. "Can't."

This was stupid.

You couldn't understand why he would put himself through so much, when he had obviously been keeping every little bit of his own feelings sealed behind whatever composure he carried himself.

"Don't let me love you."

You could hear it in the way he kissed you, the way he moved against you, the way je almost seemed to have lost any control he had in his body and his only thought was to consume you.

"Don't let me love you."

But it was too late.

You tugged at his hair, a feeble attempt at pushing him off of you—and when it didn't work, you bit on his lip.

He was off of you in an instant, sitting up in the sheer shock of it all, his hands leaving yours to rub on his lips.

A mistake, perhaps.

A rule broken, perhaps.

His eyes met yours, and immediately, you sucked in a breath.

For all the times that you had seen him and his brother without the mask, this was the first time you'd seen him like... This.

Flushed cheeks, lips swollen and parted, chest heaving for the air he'd so gladly relinquised earlier just to keep himself attached to you.

His eyes were wide.

Yet he couldn't seem to look away from you.

Slowly, you brought yourself back up on one of your elbows, your other hand reaching up to cup his cheek.

"Kieran..." you whispered, softly.

You didn't say anything else as he gulped, didn't say anything else as tears began to roll silently down his cheeks.

"Can't..." he let out a slow, shaky breath. "I can't... I can't... Can't—"

Your thumb moved to caress his cheek, wiping away his tears. With a gentle tug, you pulled him back down to you, and he didn't resist.

His eyes never left yours.

"Touch me," you mumbled. The tips of your noses touched, and you gently nuzzeled against him, allowing yourself to lie back down on the bed.

"Take me."

You watched as he sucked in a breath.

And there was no going back. There never was any going back. It had been this way from the start; neither of you had cared enough to stop the dance that you'd began.

There was no going back.

Now that you've seen each other, now that you could take in the way his eyes could look so forlorn in love, for you; how his pretty features could transform into a need so blatantly displayed on his face like this...

There was no going back.

Not a word was shared between you any longer. And when he leaned forward, his lips melting back against yours was no longer overwhelming. Messy, lazy kisses were placed across your mouth, his hand moving back to rest upon your cheek as yours did his.

Soft. Careful. Gentle.

The kisses from him that you were used to, but now, able to look into his eyes like this, had your heart swelling with an emotion you simply couldn't pinpoint. Your fingers moved to tangle in his hair. It brought him to a pause, leaving your lips, resting his forehead on yours.

And he whispered your name.

No pet names, no nicknames—

Your name.

Your name sounded so sweet on his lips, his voice cracking slightly with the intensity of which he would speak it.

And you smiled.

"Kieran."

It was slow, the way he leaned in next, the flutter of his eyelashes tickling your skin, before he pulled back.

Clothes discarded.

You wouldn't have known where in the room he had tossed them to, when it only mattered that you could feel him. Warm, and soft... Heavy, and... Safe.

Skin to skin.

Finally.

You inhaled deeply as he dipped his head down to your neck, lips attaching to a particularly sensitive spot that he'd memorized, before he sucked. It drew a hiss from your lips, but that didn't stop him—a trail of marks worked their way down from your neck to your collarbone, before he looked up again.

And his hips pressed against yours.

Your breath stuttered.

You could feel him pressing against your lower stomach, hard and warm, still a little sticky, and very well leaking wetness onto your skin. Just a little, little shift of movement—

Your eyes squeezed shut at the sensation. His cock dipped between your folds, sliding against you with a tentative buck of his hips.

"Ah... Shit..."

The words fell not from your mouth, but his.

Hazy proved your vision as you opened your eyes once more to look at him.

His jaw was clenched. You could sense an inkling of self control sill dwindling in the back of his mind, a voice telling him not to.

You reached over to hold his hand.

"Kieran..." you pleaded, and the groan that left his lips as you moved against him sent shivers down your spine.

Inside. You wanted him inside you.

And so many rules were being broken, your arrangement having shattered into pieces the moment you laid your eyes on him—

But you couldn't care less anymore.

You needed him.

"Kieran, please."

It was a flicker of doubt that you saw pass in his eyes that made you grasp his hand tighter.

"...Angel, I can't—we can't—"

You whimpered as he let go of your hand, only to press your hips down against the bed. You couldn't fight against it; his grip was stronger than yours. Yet the feeling of his cock was heavy over your cunt. It was too close. It was almost there.

Your hips struggled against him, and he could only groan—it didn't take long before it was he who started sliding against you, the friction having a mewl escape from your lips. You did everything in your power to get more of it—more of it. Your hips rolled with near pathetic desperation, and you could slowly feel him give in to your display of desire. His hand shifted, wrapping around his length, allowing himself to guide it through your folds—

"Shit... Fuck..."

His groans were like music to your ears.

You watched, panting, as his gaze moved downward—seemingly entranced at the way you were spread out for him, at the way you would force yourself to milk the friction of his tip against your slit... You could feel it nudge against your hole occasionally, but he wouldn't let it slip inside you. Instead, he would deliberately guide it through, slipping back up to your clit, bringing it down—the process repeated.

As much as you wanted to fuck yourself onto him, he wouldn't let you.

And you could barely take it.

"Kieran!" you cried out, still trying to lift your hips, trying to get more. "Please... please... Please, I'm so empty, just— Just a little, Kieran...!"

He hissed as he nudged once more over your hole—

And this time, he didn't pull back.

You felt your pleas swallowed back, nearly choking you, as he pushed inside of you just a bit.

His eyes moved up to yours, teeth gritted.

"This? Like this, Miss Hunter?"

The nickname falling from his lips this time felt so undeniably wrong. Yet hearing it did nothing to quell your lust—if only to tighten it.

And he knew.

Of course he knew.

You saw the corner of his lips curl up into a slight smirk, as he pulled back ever so slightly before thrusting back in—drooling cockhead breaching your walls, giving you the slightest stimulation, stretching you the slightest bit.

"You like that, huh?" He leaned forward to croon into your ear, the deep rumble of his voice so close to you sending a jolt through your body. "Like how that feels, Miss Hunter? Taking the tip of my cock like that? S'that what you wanted?"

And he continued like that. Only fucking the fat tip of his cock into you again and again, just barely giving you what you wanted. All while he would watch you. Intently. His eyes would never leave yours, searching, taking in every ounce of your reavtions, knowing full well that you could finally do the same to him...

And then he pressed in deeper.

It was slow; you'd barely noticed it.

But having been so used to just the tip of him inside you, the feeling of being filled a little bit more had you gasping.

"...I'm sorry," he groaned.

And that was it.

It was then that his eyes shut, and he fell forward against you. Your cunt throbbed at the way he would retreat, followed by each and every thrust forward sinking him just a little deeper inside of you. He would pull out, and try again—deeper.

Deeper.

A little bit more.

Almost there.

And no amount of self control, no amount of self-restraint could have held him back any longer.

A mix between a cry and a moan left your lips as he pressed himself fully inside you, cock pulsing deep within your walls, hips pressed against yours as you took him wholly, fully, right down to the hilt.

Your eyes were wide.

Your chest heaved with the need to steady yourself, and you saw the flicker of conflict pass in his own gaze again once they landed back on you.

Shakily, you reached a hand back up to cup his cheek.

Quiet, obedient, dutiful Kieran.

Every move nearly always calculated, always weighing the pros and cons, always the more... responsible one.

But was different, today.

Today, he was yours. And you were his.

You nodded, caressing his cheek.

And it happened in an instant.

Lips crashed back into yours, mirroring that same hunger from earlier, cock driving in and out of you with a force that nearly had the bed rocking He was no longer careful. He had everything, he had all of you, and he made it clear with the way he fucked into you that he wasn't about to let you go.

Your moans and cries were swallowed once more into his lips, but you didn't dare push him away. You allowed his hands to roam over your body, allowed his hips to snap into you. You didn't protest when he folded your legs back, allowing him to shove deeper, deeper, deeper into you, the sheer intensity of it all bringing tears to your eyes.

And when the kiss broke, he would pant against you, haphazardly wiping away at your tears, the sound of skin slapping against skin an echo in the room that mixed with your cries of pleasure.

He said it, then.

"I love you."

A shaky whisper.

He wouldn't stop his thrusts, wouldn't look away from you.

"I love you. Shit—I love you."

There was nothing he could do to stop it, then. Tears streamed down your face at the confession you'd waited so, so long to hear from him, a twisting in your heart accompanied that told you this was real.

You broke out into a sob, even as he leaned down to kiss it away, cries choked back into your throat as your arms qrapped around him tightly.

"I love you," you whimpered.

You felt him still inside you, groaning into your ear as his warmth filled you up.

"Kieran... Kieran... I love you."

He fell against you, your legs wrapping around his waist as his weight pressed you into the mattress. Your eyes closed, and you placed light kisses into his hair.

"Don't hide from me," you murmured. "Not anymore."

And it wasn't supposed to be like this.

It wasn't as easy as just being like this.

You knew it.

He knew it.

You had always wondered how far the chains of loyalty and devotion could really take someone...

But now, with him so close to you, you figured it couldn't matter so much anymore.

"Kieran?" you coaxed him up to look at you, reveling in the sight of his dazed eyes struggling to focus on yours.

You smiled, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Know that I choose you. And I always will."

⁺₊ / an: first of all this is funny to post bc ive had dms with @star-anons-blog over the fic she posted, and you won't believe that neither of us had any idea of what we were writing 😆 but we ABSOLUTELY synced bc by then i was halfway through this, and her fic is like, the luke pov of a similar situation/vibe so IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT YET, ABSOLUTELY PLEASE DO, IT'S LITERAL PERFECTION. <3

also let me ramble a bit cause. the basis for this fic? it’s so interesting to me that a lot of the side characters are so closely attached to the main leads in themes of loyalty. i.e. xavier-jeremiah as captain/vice captain; rafayel-thomas as artist/manager; zayne-greyson as mentor/apprentice; and now sylus and the twins as boss/right-hand men. and it’s like, different themes of loyalty, too, but you know that none of them are willing to go against the respective mains. it makes you wonder… how far can you push that? what if they fall in love with mc, too? to what bounds of loyalty will they restrain themselves? and it’s so damn fun to think about and dissect, and i feel kieran's character, as separate from his brother, made him the perfect guinea pig for this <3

(but! i promise luke (and, yk, both of them) will get his (their) turn eventually!!)

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…so like-

If Luke and Kieran wear masks all the time, I wonder if they take it off during sex—

WAIT. Hear me out.

They definitely have a blindfold over you and tie your hands together so you can’t really escape during the whole act.

You’re not sure who’s behind you, leaning you against his chest, while the other has your thighs spread apart. You expect to feel the masks they wear brush against your skin, but all you feel are soft lips kissing every inch of your thighs before you feel a mouth latch onto your clit, tongue diving into your folds, hands holding your legs in place like a vice grip. Meanwhile, your face is being tilted up and you feel a gentle kiss on your lips, nibbling your lower lip before deepening it further. The stimulation is delicious, you can’t help squirming in their grasp, and before you know it you’re over the edge, an orgasm flooding your body and rendering you motionless. As you sit there completely spent, you hear the soft laughter of the twins and feel the sensation of their hands roaming over your body again. It was definitely going to be another long night.

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evil gang 😈 yes i can finally tell them apart

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My biggest pet peeve in all of AOT fandom is people who assert Hange's femininity and AFABness like no!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hange is specifically and purpose gender ambiguous and people who deny this are so annoying

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Petra Ral messy sketches because i have heavy side character syndrome

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a lil price study 🦁🤍🤍 he has nice eyes.

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Made a swap card for a zine, was already allowed to show it. Just LOOK AT HIM

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Don’t chase people. Be yourself, do your own thing, and love people. The right people - the ones who really belong in your life - will come to you, and stay.

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I don’t even desire an apple, tempting.