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Flirts: Christmas
Mapi León x Ingrid Engen x Reader
Summary: Christmas in the Flirts Universe
"Hey, you," Mapi says," You're home early. I thought you were going to go see Patri."
You just stick your thumb up at her from your position face down on the sofa.
"Come on," Mapi laughs," Up you get. I want a cuddle."
You roll over, lifting your legs briefly to invite Mapi into the space.
"Not even a proper cuddle?" She jokes," Is that what I'm worth to you? Your legs?"
You groan dramatically as she pulls you up, arms wrapping around your body until her head is pillowed on your chest and your fingers are gently carding through her hair.
You don't want to admit it out loud but you need this hug too.
"When's Ingrid home?"
"She's still at that photoshoot," Mapi complains," Sometimes, I wish she wasn't so pretty so she's at home more with us. I don't need photographers trying to steal our girlfriend."
"Funny," You say," I'm sure she thinks the same about the girls that try to chat you up at the bar."
Mapi winks. "And those first time pet owners who just fall at your feet during check ups."
You roll your eyes in mirth. "Well, after the attack you two did to my neck last week, I'm sure all competition has been scared off."
Mapi grins, eyes narrowed as she stares at your neck. The hickeys have all faded now but she can still imagine exactly where they went on your skin - one of her and Ingrid's greatest artworks.
"Are you sure?" Mapi's fingers brush your thigh. "I mean, how can we be sure? Competition can come back."
You give her a look, brows raised pointedly as she nibbles at your neck. "I can't go back into work with my neck uncovered. I'll have to cover it with a scarf."
"it's winter. You should be wearing a scarf anyway. This just gives you a good excuse!"
She pushes you flat on your back, straddling your hips as her mouth reattaches to the sensitive skin on your neck.
That's how Ingrid finds you, thought with less clothing, as she steps through the door.
"You two can't wait for me?" She teases as she hangs up her coat and takes off her boots. "Having all the fun without me?"
Mapi barely pulls away from you, still close enough to feel her breath on your lips, as she responds," You know you're always welcome to join."
"Hmm...I don't think that sofa will fit all three of us, not in the ways I want you two in anyway. Come. We'll take this to bed."
It's hours later when you finally, properly, separate from your lovers, head pillowed on Ingrid's bare chest as she draws absentminded swirls on your arm with her fingertips.
The light glow of the fake Christmas tree in the corner of the room is the only thing illuminating the walls. The light bounces along the curves and angles of Mapi and Ingrid's faces, bathing them in ethereal light so much that you just can't help but stare.
It's so calm and so beautiful that you find yourself relaxing, all tension melting from your bones before you check your phone and the illusion is shattered.
"What is it?" Ingrid asks, feeling your muscles tense against your own.
"It's nothing," You say quickly - too quickly for Ingrid's liking.
"You can tell us," She coaxes gently," What's wrong? We'll help you fix it."
"Unless you're going to be able to fix years worth of parental disappointment..." You say bitterly before sighing," No, it's nothing. I promise. Don't worry about it. Ignore me."
Mapi lifts her head up from where it was resting on Ingrid's shoulder. "You're not looking forward to going home for Christmas?"
"I...I don't know," You admit," Christmas isn't...I mean...I don't know. Patri wants me to come home with her but..." You press your face into Ingrid's skin. "I'm sick of arguing with her about it."
"You're arguing with Patri?" Ingrid asks," I don't think you've ever said that before."
"Every Christmas." You grind out the words. "I was smart enough for medical school, you know. I could have gotten in. I think that's what everyone expected of me."
"But you wanted to be a vet instead?" Mapi's hand captures one of your own, lacing your fingers together tightly and squeezing.
"I don't think my parents ever really got over it. I don't think Patri's parents really got over it either. A footballer and a doctor. It's every family's dream."
Ingrid frowns though you can't see it from the way you've buried your face in her chest.
"Your parents don't deserve you," She says simply," And Patri shouldn't make you go home with her if you don't want to."
"What else am I meant to do?"
"Come with us," Mapi says," I know you said no when we first asked but that's when you were planning on seeing your family. Come to Norway with us. We'll spend Christmas together."
"I don't want to intrude-"
"You won't be," Ingrid cuts in," You're a part of this relationship and if you're not going home then you shouldn't spend Christmas alone. We don't have to go to Norway. We can stay here. Together."
"I can't ask that of you."
"You're not asking. We're offering."
"And your parents won't mind one extra?"
"Ingrid's parents have been trying to meet you for months now," Mapi says," And you can finally meet Hector!"
Ingrid laughs. "My parents might make you give him a check up though. He's going deaf, we think."
"Really, I don't have to-"
"We want you there," Mapi insists," If you'll let us take you."
You smile, leaning over Ingrid to kiss Mapi gently before moving back to do the same with Ingrid.
"I'd love to come to Norway with you both."
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Here's a fun story
In my second and final year of highschool I was out to my friends and classmates (note our class was 5 people) as nonbinary
Now I didn't really think about it much I was mostly just vibing and trying to not fail my exams so one day when I was hanging out with in my friend's homeroom a boy I had never spoken to sat next to me and asked "so are you an it then?"
I, of course was like???? Huh? Who are you??
So he explained that my friend (his classmate) had mentioned that I was nonbinary to him and he was confused by it. But it was clear that even if he was using the wrong words he was genuinely just trying to understand
So I explained they/them pronouns to him and then told him that I personally used all pronouns but some nonbinary people might take offense at being called an it
He used they/she for me for the rest of the time we were in school together and didn't ever call me a girl
Now I was never really close to him and have no idea about what he's like now but a lot of my friends started out very similar
They didn't understand pronouns or how someone could be asexual or what words were offensive to use but they respected me as a person and they learnt and grew
(and lot of them also realized that they weren't straight or cis as they learnt more about these things)
So yeah always look at the intention behind it, not just whether they know the right words to say
i feel like it's absolutely crucial in the social justice world to take "he a little confused but he got the spirit" and similar sentiments/situations as a Win. intent is so much more important than saying it right the first time! if someone is approaching with scuffed language and incorrect terms but they're visibly being as polite as they know how, that person is a friend and should be treated better than what their words might invite in someone else's mouth.
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Same Damn Time
Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader x Ambessa Medarda
tw; Dom!Ambessa, Dom!Caitlyn, sub!reader, rough sex but they’re not so mean towards the end, wlw, sadism (cait/bessa), choking, slapping (everywhere lol), knife usage, blood kink??,masochism (you🫵) , crying, reader has a mouth on her and then folds (typical😒), idk why i made cait psychotic but oh well, oral, degradation, crumbs of praise lmao,
Word count: 7.8k
… = time skip
a/n; whewww! like what can I even say, this fic is crazy asl. Like I actually think they’re gonna bring back stoning people just for this. Lowkey deserved. But I know there’s someone out there who’s gonna match my freak 😭 i had tooo much fun writing this while listening to the song, made me think of them 😩lots of tw!! so plz read that before scrolling!!! I feel like this is something you’re either really going to love or really going to hate sooo idk. Also I was literally fixated on Sevika/Ambessa and one edit drove me to madness so here we are, getting double teamed by Commander Kiramman and General Merdarda 😩 They’re both evil twins in this but Caitlyn is the more evil twin but no seriously read the tw…. anyways enough of my my rumbling, this fic is long enough lol.
Your ear shot up, body reacting involuntarily to the large grey door opening. Heavy echoing footsteps, hushed whispers, and then a closed door.
“ This is the one?”
The judgemental tone would’ve sent you spiralling, had you been anywhere else. But menacing glares and sharp words would do little for you here. The lights were dim, unfavorably so, only illuminating distinctly right above your chair that you sat in.
Their voices held unyielding authority. Everyone from topside did to be fair but something about these two gave away their status. Their faces were shielded slightly, your eyes squinting in an attempt to see who they were. That attempt was shot down, the small space of darkness they stood in protecting them.
You cursed yourself for not having been smarter that day, faster. For if you had been, you’d never know what the inside of Stillwater’s interrogation room looked like.
“ Yes, General. My enforcers found her near one of Jinx’s old hideouts. From the items that were taken from her we can safely say this one knows something. She knows Jinx. My men attempted to speak to her a couple of days ago but nothing came of it.”
You thought back to the ‘men’ who questioned you, hammered you with prompts that you refused to answer. The bruises on your back proved how badly they wanted to know but you never relented.
“ I don’t know anything.” A lie. A clear one. Both of the women ignored you, tossing back and forth bits of information. You tugged at the shiny metal cuffs, now wishing you’d taken Vi up on those lock picking lessons. I’m so fucked, you thought to yourself. The room was a bit cold and you weren’t exactly dressed for the occasion when they snatched you. So, somberly you shook a little, giving up on listening to whatever they were saying.
You weren’t going to rat. You knew that much.
Your head was hung when you heard them get closer to you. Not bothering to look up, you heard two chairs groan from being pulled, until they sat down from what you assumed.
“ Name?”
Finally you peered up. Your expression faltered for a second, not expecting the sight in front of you. Their outfits clashed and blended seamlessly all at once. One sat in an all black attire, her long blue hair hanging down. The other was engrossed in clads of gold and red.
Sitting right across from you, they both had menacing glares. Well, the glares you expected. Not quite the faces. Shamefully you imagined seeing them somewhere else, maybe in The Last Drop? The younger, sharp features and pinched eyes, looked at you with a particularly hateful look. That didn’t bother you though, she was as intimidating as the drunk men you’d fought with in the undercity. Pretty though, you thought. The other one was a different story entirely.
She was tall, you could tell from how she towered even sitting down. Something about her was elegant. But she looked dangerous. Growing up it was quite necessary to assess who you could and couldn’t take on, and the moment your eyes locked with hers, you knew. The scars on her face also gave way to what she was capable of. She was a problem, even if her stare wasn’t as heinous as the woman beside her.
“ Name?” She pressed. Her voice was calm but she didn’t look like someone who didn’t know how to raise it.
“ I don’t know anything. I don’t even know who Jinx is.”
The blue haired girl scoffed, clearly unimpressed. Her companion remained analytical of you.
“ You’re a terrible liar.” Her voice came off unforgiving and brutal. You’d be lying (again) if you said you weren’t slightly offended. But you kept a neutral face, ignoring her.
“Listen, this doesn’t have to be rough. How this goes depends entirely on you, you choose. We know you know Jinx. We know that you know something. The information you have is quite important to me,”
The older woman paused for a split second, her stare unwavering and promising. She looked over to the younger one before looking back at you.
“ to us. So we’re leaving this room with something, I can assure you that. But I can also assure you that if you help us, we will help you.”
Her voice was smooth, like wine. Well according to what people say about wine, you’d never had it. She was firm in her words, almost as if she herself knew the power behind her promise. That would’ve reassured you had it not been for the fact that she was after your fucking friends.
You looked between the two of them again, assessing the scene in front of you over and over. You were unimpressed, if you were being honest, something you hadn’t been since these cuffs first touched your wrist. Sure, you could tell they meant business but this was futile as an interrogation tactic.
Good cop, bad cop?
While the older wasn’t exactly nice, you expected a missing eye, pulled nails and burnt skin. What you weren’t expecting was two, unfortunately attractive, topside pigs to do a century old method. If anything they should’ve switched, you thought to yourself.
Maybe then they’d get somewhere.
“ Still don’t know who Jinx is or why I’m here.”
“ You’re lying, again. And protecting a known fanatic and criminal. Tell us where we can find Jinx.”
You furrowed your brows, annoyed with her insults and claims. Who is she to tell you that were lying? Well, you were of course. But regardless, the tone in the blue eyed woman before you made you unsettled.
“ I’m not lying.” You gritted out. “ I’ve been detained wrongfully. You’re wasting your time. I don’t know anything.”
“ Yes, you do.” Her voice was firm, final. You scowled at her, but it was nothing in comparison to how she looked at you. Constantly her jaw flexed, on edge and angry. But she had no right to be angry in your mind, after all you were the one chained to a table being talked at rather than talked to. Secretly you wished for the older woman to speak again, at least she wasn’t such a bitch.
“ Are they your friends? Is that it? Because I promise you that we will find Jinx, it will just be a whole lot messier without your help. I don’t mind that. But I’m sure you will.”
You fought the urge to wipe that domineering tone and look off her face. You’re never going to find Jinx! You’re nothing but a power hungry topsider who doesn’t know the first thing about friends! I’m not telling you shit. Was what you wanted to say. But instead,
“ I don’t know Jinx or whatever else you people plan on asking me. Like I said, you. are. wasting. your. time.”
You put emphasis on each word, tired of repeating yourself. But to your un-satisfaction she rolled her eyes, shaking her head.
“ Look… I shouldn’t be here. I can’t give you anything because I don’t kno—“
“ Right.” She cut you off, so obviously tired of your insistent lying, even in the short minutes. “And you’re not an undercity animal.”
“ And you’re not a topside pig.”
In all fairness it came out before you could stop it. You weren’t used to being talked to like this and keeping quiet, it almost came out of pure instinct. But if you were surprised by your words you didn’t show it one bit, a small smile almost playing on your lips.
Her nostrils flared slightly, her breathing elevating. For a moment you thought she’d explode before the other woman spoke.
“ Kiramman.”
You memorized the name, not sure if it’d be useful later once you escaped but just in case. She simply collected herself, nodding at the woman who she called ‘General’. Maybe this is where you went wrong, your natural element slipping out, your ego on its way to arriving.
“ You should learn to control yourself, ya know… during interrogations and such.”
“ Shut your mouth.” It was harsh and whispered. This is when you should’ve stopped but you didn’t.
“ You must be new, since you need a supervisor to help you.”
“ Shut it.”
“ You guys have nothing on me. You’re fucking desperate. I’m n—“
Mistakenly you were so focused on Kiramman that you hadn’t been prepared for the harsh grab of your chin. It was quick, unbelievably fast and that scared you more than anything. The strength of which she used to crush your face also attributed to the pit in your stomach.
“ You’ve chosen miserably.”
Her voice was meaner now, she talked as if you were nothing. Like you were stupid. Instantly you regretted wishing for her presence.
Embarrassingly you struggled against her trying to pry away but it was useless. She effortlessly held you there, your cheeks red with humiliation and anger. You tried to ignore the victorious face planted on Kiramman.
“ She said shut your mouth so you shouldn’t be doing anything but that.”
“ Thought you w-wanted me to talk, which one is it?”
You half expected her to break your jaw or lash out like the woman beside her. Instead she remained calm, eerily calm. Anyone with such strength and patience was someone who got what they wanted. But, you weren’t going to talk, you reminded yourself.
She pulled you closer, not without the rebellious tug from you. Silently she analyzed you, staring into your eyes painstakingly long. You squirmed and averted your gaze. She let you go with a ‘hmph’.
“ She won’t talk, not like this.”
The blue haired girl whipped her head towards her, then back to you, a blue fire blazing in her eyes. From the short time they’d been in the room it was clear the older woman held a higher position, authority oozing from her undoubtedly. But now you noticed something dark about the Kiramman that you should have picked up on before.
She was angry, unreasonably so. There was something constantly threatening to set off inside of her.
“ Everyone talks. There has to be something that’ll make her.”
The General hummed. “ I agree, but not like this. She’s loyal to them and she’s prepared for a cell if not this. She’s attempting to use our anger to distract us. She needs something else.”
The goosebumps from the cold air became accompanied by ones born from anxiety. Your mind went into a dark place, worried you’d never leave Stillwater. What if they starved you? Kept you locked in some cell as your body slowly decayed while you still lived? True fear found its way to you for the first time, the unknown overwhelming.
Kiramman seemed to hold back a sigh, instead taking a moment to actually listen to her superior's words. You couldn’t tell what she was thinking but from the firm nod she let off to the General, you knew it wasn’t in your favor. The grey haired woman stood now, making your heart race. Desperately you tugged at the chain once more, attempting to repeat your overdone line.
“ Look, I really don’t know anything.” Ignored.
The blue haired girl remained seated, leaned back slightly, watching silently as the older woman walked around the table. She walked to you with a certain prowess about her. She was taller than you’d expected, to your dismay. You refused to look at her when she was finally standing beside you, face aimed at the grey table.
You pinched your eyes waiting to be hit, choked maybe, or stabbed if they didn’t mind the mess. Your breathing raised as you tried to silently comfort yourself through whatever pain soon awaited. You held back a flinch when you felt large hands pulling at your chains.
It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. Fuck.
*clink*
You snapped your eyes open, seeing your handcuffs now undone.
“ Stand up.”
You took in a breath, silently grateful that you hadn’t been harmed. You stood now, relieved. At least whatever they were going to do wasn’t happening in the now you thought. You looked towards the giant closed metal door, expecting your arm to be snatched as she led you to your dark cell. But to your surprise she simply spoke again.
“ On the table.”
You looked between the two of them.
You shook your head, not even at them, it just shook. No way in hell were you going to lay down on some metal table while these two psychopaths did whatever they wanted to you. You weren’t exactly happy about the bruises that already resided there, definitely not hoping for extras.
“ …No.”
You hadn’t wished to say it but you couldn’t bring yourself to willingly place your body on that table before they hurt you.
“ You misunderstand the situation. You’ve chosen already. So get on the table.”
You didn’t choose shit. That’s what you wanted to shout, to scream at them until your bones betrayed you. A million emotions rushed through your head, clenching and unclenching your hands. Instead you remained silent and unmoving, your refusal to acknowledge was saying ‘no’ in its own way.
“ Fucking impossible…”
You didn’t even have a moment to react to the words before you were pulled. A grunt left your mouth as your hair was gripped painfully. Anger coursed through you upon seeing the black uniform in your peripheral. You used your now free hands to try and pry her hands from you but she only gripped impossibly tighter, your scalp beginning to burn. She was swifter than you’d imagined she’d be, strong too, grabbing both of your hands with one, pinning them. This somehow was worse than cuffs.
“ Fucki— let me go!”
Ignored. Why did they ignore everything?
“ Where do you want her?”
Her General's eyebrows raised, but you didn’t see surprise. Not even disappointment. Content, maybe? You didn’t put it past her.
“ Let's put her on her back to start.”
She moved without question or affirmation. Irritation was clear across your face now, upset at the stinging that wasn’t letting up on your scalp. But clearly the woman behind you didn’t care, roughly forcing you onto the table. She wasn’t as tall as her companion but she was taller than you and it wasn’t an advantage on your part. The force behind her movements were unsettling, you hadn’t thought she was powerless at first glance, but her grip on you was unnerving compared to what you thought she was capable of.
The cold metal wasn’t welcoming. It felt like a million needles were puncturing your skin causing you to shudder. Your tank top strap had fallen off your shoulder amidst the struggle, close enough to slipping down making you wish your hands were free.
“ Give me her wrist.”
They swiftly transferred your hands, the Generals grip matching hers but you could tell there was more strength to be given behind it. You didn’t want to imagine her really trying to squeeze you. The cuffs you were free from moments ago encased you again, and you didn't miss the two extra notches she clicked causing your bone to shift uncomfortably with the metal. You scowled.
“ It’s too fucking tight.”
Not even a pitied glance, nothing. Ignored. Again. You shifted your wrist again, overwhelmed and upset. And this bitch is still gripping my hair, using her other hand to keep your shoulder on the table casually. So easily, and that made you feel vulnerable, helpless. And your now restrained hands weren’t helping, the slight burn making something in your throat want to creep up but you wouldn’t dare allow it, deciding to instead take it out on them.
“ Let go of my hair, you bi–”
You hissed, the stinging sensation pulsating across your cheek. It wouldn’t leave a bruise but you damn sure felt it.
“ Mind your tongue.”
The General ignored the glare you sent her straight from hell, instead taking off her jacket revealing a dark sleeveless sort of top. You couldn’t begin to imagine or decipher the detailing of it, topsiders always dressed too flashy in your opinion, too stuck up. Her arms were as big as you'd thought. Both being ridiculed with scars.
Then, another sharp crack resounded through the dark room, a quick punishing tug to your scalp. This one would unfortunately leave a bruise. You could tell. You didn’t hiss this time, too stunned, on the verge of groaning from the way she used your hair as a plaything.
“ What she said.”
Kiramman finally let go of your hair, the residue of her strength still pounding through your head. You tried to sit up but she instead used both of her hands to hold you down. With only your legs to move, you kicked but the General shut that down as soon as it started. Effortlessly she used only one hand to keep them pinned down, now looking over you and at Kiramman.
What now? You thought. Cut my skin until I fess up? Break my bones until I don’t have any? Beat me bloody while I lie on this cold table? Are they going to kill me when this is all over, when I don’t say anything? I’m going to die here, aren’t I? I’m going to die and nobody’s gonna know.
It’ll be ok. It’ll be ok. It’ll be ok. I can take it. I can take it.
Eyes suddenly squeezed shut, recited echoes of wishful thinking, a scratchy throat. You braced yourself.
“ Last chance. Tell us where we can find Jinx and I’ll send you back to your cell. Untouched.”
Your voice came out a little exasperated, anxiety and anger laced into it. You kept your eyes shut.
“ I don’t know who Jinx is so I can’t tell you that. I don’t know anything.”
Your shoulder crushed more into the table, pale hands squeezing.
“ You continue to choose stupidity, insolence. No more of that.”
Suddenly the grip on your legs were let go and you opened your eyes. She was still at the head of the table staring down at you. For a moment you considered kicking again but as if she read your mind…
“ Kick me and I will break every bone in your knee.”
Her tone wasn’t intimidating, demeaning absolutely, but not intimidating. The certainty in her voice made you throw away any ideas of using your legs. You liked your knees to say the least. You peered straight up to see an upside version of Kiramman, her long blue hair creating a shadow around her neck, her jawline distinct. Even without seeing her face, only the outline of lips and nose, the anger radiated off her body.
“ What now?”
The General looked over you, straight at her.
“ We’ll need to take her pants off for the next part.”
You and Kiramman spoke at the same time.
“ Wait, what? My pants?” “ Her pants?”
The older woman simply gave a one word reply, meant to supply both of you with a firm answer, ‘yes’.
“ Wait, wait.”
She looked down at you, eyebrows raised.
“ Do you remember something about Jinx? Something you’d like to tell us?”
You listened to the flickering sound coming from the light above you. One by one you let them pop into your head. Jinx, long blue hair and wild face as she hugged you. Vi, stuffing her favorite foodsin your face. Isha, making paper airplanes with you. For a moment you thought a tear might slip but it didn’t. You drew in a shaky breath, ignoring the sting on your wrist.
“ No. I don’t know anything. I just…”
You averted your gaze.
“ Is it going to hurt?”
A stupid question in your mind. No doubt torture hurts. But something in you needed to ask, needing some sort of certainty in what was to come.
“ That depends on you entirely. I’ll give you pain when you give me insolence. But when you give me answers, I’ll give you… ”
She suddenly ghosted a hand over your calf.
“ Relief.”
You shuddered a little, her graze unexpected. But you didn’t dare move your leg, not wanting to test what qualified as a kick to her. You didn’t want to imagine what she meant by relief, because it couldn’t mean that. It couldn’t mean that.
“ How does that sound?”
“ It sounds like I have nothing else to say to you.”
She hummed. Without another word she slipped her large hands in your waistband, pulling them down to your ankles. You wanted them back the second your bare thigh touched the cold metal. A click echoed and you looked to see a blade in her hand, small in size but formidable in design. Gold snakes seemed to embroider its handle. You sucked in a harsh breath at the sight, your eyes locked on it.
Your eyes flicked up at the blue haired woman, her position now changed so that you could see her face again. Her eyes almost beamed? For the first time an expression other than anger displayed itself on her features. Now she looked almost… pleased. Excited.
It’ll be ok. It’ll be ok. I can take it. I can take it. I can take it. Hopefully.
You ignored the last words, watching as the General kept her eyes trained on your plump thighs. Opening them, she traced it right on the inside of it. Immediately you could tell it was sharp. Too sharp. It was cold against your skin, not as harsh as the table but unforgiving nonetheless. Anticipation rushed through you. Hands clenched within its restraints, the light flickering and flickering, her soft hands on your shoulder, icy metal on your skin, her hand slipping onto your thigh and then….
“ Ngnh!”
Your head pressed into the metal slightly. You’d have been embarrassed by your whimper if it wasn’t for the sudden warm drip down your thigh. Blood, you assumed. You’d been through worse but you still squirmed at the cut now adorned on your skin. She pushed down on your thigh, not fond of your squirming. Then she continued, tracing the blade across your thigh, waiting until your body finally relaxed, stopping itself from that state of bracing. And right when you did, she’d swipe a quick line across your shaky, burning legs. Always between your thighs, always.
It felt like electricity was rushing through you, it was all so overwhelming. You felt like you were being swallowed alive and they had barely done anything. The cuts burned and sent a rush of pain through your nerves and skin. Everytime you looked at Kiramman her face was becoming alive with intoxication. It’s like she couldn’t pull her eyes away, trained on the way your leg wobbled under her General’s hand, how you whimpered lowly, the light trace of blood on the expensive blade. You jolted again, particularly harder this time.
“ Relax. It's just a little cut, you're a big girl.”
It continued like this. You tried your best to stifle the whimpers coming from your mouth. The last thing you wanted was for them to hear what they were doing to you. Over and over she painted your thighs with your own crimson, and it hurt. It hurt, it did. And that's all it should be.
But your stomach kept getting that feeling. It burned, like the surface level cuts she gave you. It burned every time her calloused finger swiped across your sliced skin, collecting blood. It burned when she smiled suddenly, as if proud of her work. And it was scalding when you looked up and saw those blue eyes entranced. But it wasn’t pain. It wasn’t…anger. It was something else. Something that made you want to release that feeling in your throat, made you wish she meant something ungodly when she offered relief.
“ What's this?”
Your skin was hot to the touch now, sweaty. Trembling slightly, you looked up at her. For a moment you couldn’t begin to imagine what she was referring to until you traced her eyes. You silently prayed that it wasn’t what you thought. But from the way she asked, you knew.
“ What is it?”
Kiramman asked, curiosity clear in her voice. The older woman smirked, staring down at the wet spot in your panties.
“ It seems her body is more honest than she is. I think our little prisoner likes this. Her panties say so at least.”
Your face burned so hot that it rivaled the sun itself. You considered saying something, protesting and denying it. But what was the point? It did feel good, the burn felt good. And she had the evidence right in front of her. You couldn’t meet either of their gazes, looking to the side in shame. Kiramman laughed, the vibrations reaching you through her touch.
“ I knew it, she was whimpering like a dog. Isn’t that right?”
You shook your head, still refusing to look. But she wasn’t having it, using one of her hands to pull your chin. Even upside down, she looked menacing. She forced eye contact. Her face was rampant with mocking undertones, sadistic glares.
“ Is that why you’ve been so rude? You wanted us to give you a little pain, show you a good time? You really are pathetic.”
“ That’s not tr– n-ngh!”
A stinging pain after a quick slap to your clothed cunt made you whimper louder than anytime the blade touched you. It felt like a live wire tapping your skin, your legs snapping shut. The wet spot in your panties grew, your breathing uneven.
“ Insolence. Tell the truth.”
I can’t. You thought. Telling them that you’d enjoyed it, even a tiny bit, seemed more daunting suddenly than ratting.
“ I’m not ly– f-fuck…”
You weren’t sure if you’d ever be allowed to finish a sentence, her hand opening your legs followed by another slap coming down. Your eyes fluttered for a moment, your face squeezing with pain and pleasure. Kiramman used the hand she never removed to guide you. A smile was now on her lips, wide with genuine amusement.
“ Oh god, did you just… moan? You really are something aren’t you? Is that what it’s going to take? A few more slaps to your cunt and you’ll be blabbering? Or maybe…”
She lowered herself, close enough that her hair brushed against your face. You whined again, another unsuspecting smack from the older woman. You hadn’t even done anything, she just liked the way your panties got damper with each hit. Kiramman almost thanked her for it, relishing in hearing the noise even closer. She whispered to you.
“ If I make you cum enough times you’ll remember something. I bet you’d like that, letting a… what was it that you called me…a topside pig make your cunt cry?”
Finally, you gave way to the ache in your throat. A tear fell down your face suddenly. Another burning sensation forming in your stomach at the feeling of the General toying with the rim of your panties.
“ Please…”
It was quiet, almost matching the decibels of the wind. But you knew she’d heard it. It was obvious from how her grin widened, her eyes looking like ones of a deranged woman.
“ Please what? Please…make me cum? Please…let me go? Please fucking what?”
In this small moment of time, you almost felt like you were watching your dignity physically leave your body. You imagined telling her to let you go, that you didn’t know anything and a few cuts to your legs wasn’t going to change that. And you considered it, over and over. Then something played in your mind, a sick fantasy woven in desperation. In it, you asked her what you really wanted to. And in it they kissed you until you couldn’t breathe, made you finish until you didn’t know how to walk. You considered both. But only one of them made your core ache with desire. Your eyes were even glossier now. Suddenly you were working yourself up for a new kind of courage.
I can take it. I can take it. I can take it.
“ Make me cum please.”
“ Please who?”
I can take it.
“ Please, Kiramman.”
“ That’s it. Finally something coming out of your mouth other than horseshit. But you still need some manners…”
The grip that had left your ears ringing suddenly came back, her pale fingers peeking through your hair. She pulled your head up, forcing you to look at the General. You groaned, arms thrashing slightly, the sting of the metal never relenting.
“ I’m not the only one here. Go ahead, ask General Merdarda too.”
You gritted your teeth. This was already humiliating, and she was just reveling in it. Your legs were already spread, panties damp, dried crimson on your skin, hands bound above your stomach. You’d already asked, multiple times. And now you had to say it again, with a death-like grip on your hair and those hazel eyes peering at you, awaiting.
“ …but I already asked y—“
The slap was even stronger this time , the force of it driving your body insane. Merdarda grinned at you, even laughing a little at the noise you made. Another tear fell down your cheek but Kiramman was quick to wipe it. Right before she licked her finger.
“ But you didn’t ask me.”
If she slapped your cunt again you’d probably start grinding against the table, somehow making you look more pathetic than you do right now. So you gave in.
“ P-Please General Merdarda, will…”
I’m never speaking about this if I get out of here.
“…Will you please make me cum?”
“ Well would you look at that, that’s all you had to say little one. But what do we get in return? Surely you can’t expect us to make you cum with nothing given back.”
“ …But…I already said I don’t know anything.”
Kiramman scoffed.
“ Even after you soak your panties from a little cut, you still have the ability to lie. I’m almost impressed.”
She let your head drop back onto the table.
“ Almost.”
….
For a second you thought she’d kiss them.
At first glance it seemed so, her soft lips trailed over the red raised wounds, her nose spilling cold air on them. You reveled in it, an ember threatening to go a blaze within you. That was until she nipped at it, a hiss leaving your mouth. You couldn’t see her smile but you felt it sweeping across the throbbing skin. You cursed under your breath, the force behind her bite growing more rabid. She slapped the thigh she wasn’t ravaging, quick and harsh.
“ You like that, don’t you?”
There that voice was again, smooth and sultry. You weren’t sure if she was referencing the strike on your leg or her roaming fingers but murmured yes anyway. Yes to all of it. She had your shirt hitched up, breast exposed. Every once and awhile she’d toy with them, trace an outline around your nipple, wait and then pinch. So often though she found herself distracted, your features giving away how desperate you were.
Merdarda found enjoyment in watching your contort every time Kiramman did something to you, anything to you really. You were like a tight coiled spring, threatening to snap at any given moment. It's like every touch has you ready to risk everything. And you learned quickly they were into this a little more than you, mania clear across their faces. You were trembling, Kiramman taking advantage of how sensitive your legs were.
“ C’mere.”
You felt a little dizzy, seeing her lift her head up from between your legs. She grabbed your cuffed hands, pulling you up to meet her face. It all happened so fast and you winced from the strain in your shoulders. She was closer now and it was just now that you noticed the traces of blood on her lips. You hadn’t expected a kiss this time around, but it happened. It wasn’t gentle, if anything it felt like she was trying to cannibalize you with her tongue. Shamefully you pushed against her, sick to your stomach at how good she tasted. Hints of copper on your tastebuds, her wandering hands. She pulled back, being sure to bite your lip before doing so.
“ You taste that? It’s you.”
She dropped her eyes to your thighs, licking over her lips once more. A trance almost seemed to describe the hunger behind her stare, but you couldn’t be sure. You didn’t care either way, you just wanted her to do whatever was on her mind to you and soon.
“ fucking delicious.”
The whispered lust in her voice rivaled the reaction brought out from Medardas heavy hands.
“ You should taste her General. She’s sweeter than that filthy mouth of hers.”
Wordlessly, she captured your lips next. Her movements were more experienced, methodical and you felt as though you melted into her due to it. Ruby lipstick smeared onto you, a groan slipping from her as she made sure to taste everything you had to offer. The metallic tinge on her tongue made her pull in deeper. You whimpered, dizzy from lack of breath and insatiable roaming hands.By the time she pulled away your eyes were low, an unfocused look about you.
“ I wonder if her cunt tastes even better.”
Kiramman smiled sickly to herself, her gapped teeth giving you a warm tinge to your cheek.
“ We’ll know soon enough.”
….
Your wrist were nearly rubbed raw with all the thrashing you were doing. Time and time again you made attempts to close those abused legs of yours, in hopes of protecting your cunt. Unfortunately, Kiramman wasn’t pleased and she slapped it raw until you cried enough apologies. She mumbled something along the lines of ‘can’t be stupid and greedy’. But you somehow continued to be prove to be both, whining endlessly about the torture of her tongue. She never let up though, only unlatching from you to say obscene things or mark up your poor legs.
It seemed the pair held similar views, sick desires. Medarda would litter your neck and breast with purple marks shamelessly. She smelled of some expensive plant you’d never heard of, all you knew was that it made you whimper everytime her skin was pressed onto yours. She’d whisper siren-like words to you, etched in sin, rough kisses between them all. And yet you drank them into your ears like milk and honey.
“ You just came, didn’t you? Nasty girl.”
“ Do you remember anything now, hm?”
“ Don’t be so dramatic, keep your legs open for her.”
“ You must spread yourself open often. You’re a natural.”
“ Your cunts almost as noisy as you, dear.”
And when her tongue wasn’t making you drip onto the table, Kirammans words were just as wicked, if not more. Her posh accent was a coverup for all the nefarious things laced into it. A very, very poor coverup.
“ I said— keep. them. open. Unless you need a second pair of cuffs? … No? Then fucking listen.”
“ Go on, you can cry. I know it feels good. Yes filthy girl…just like that. ”
“ You’ve made a mess. Say you're sorry.”
“ Quit it, you can get a break when you remember something.”
“ Don’t act so sweet now— had quite a lot to say earlier. Isn’t that right?”
This was wrong, every bit of it. There was nothing exactly right about two high ranking officers of Piltover and Noxus eating you alive in the depths of Stillwater. The thought alone should send you running. It should have you drinking hot flashes of anger, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. But it didn’t. It only made you spread your legs wider and beg shamefully for more kisses.
It all felt so good. They felt so good and a redeemable, rational part of you hated that. But every time rationality tried to sink itself into you, Commander Kiramman and General Merdarda were right there to sink into you faster. And by god, they made you feel more full than any morale.
You were so sure you were going to die before. And that thought that hadn’t been removed just yet, except now you thought you’d pass away from all the onslaught orgasms caused by the ravenous women beside and inside you.
“ a—angh! oh god…pl–please”
Kiramman held back a sly smile, seeing the way you twitched, body so sensitive. Her fingers were drenched with you, now gloveless. Initially her signature black gloves dug inside of you but the minute she tasted you she knew she didn’t want it anywhere but on her skin. Quite roughly, she had pulled three orgasms, somehow each one more intense than the last. But that wasn’t enough, not to them. Nothing was enough until those pretty lips whimpered something they could actually report back. And even then she wasn’t sure she’d want to stop.
“ Are you going to make a mess again for us?”
Pathetically, you fought back the white of your eyes before looking down at her. She couldn’t help but grip your thighs tighter at your teary face, nodding exhaustingly down at her. Medarda kept you slightly upright, your back arching into her bicep while she sucked on your breast. Honestly she hadn’t a clue how long she’d been at it but by the rate she was going you’d look a fucked out mosaic by the time they were done. She laughed to herself but you knew it was at you. And that fact only made you rut against the table more.
“ This is going to be your fourth one dear. We’re never going to leave this room if you keep being so stubborn.”
She trailed her kisses up your chest. A peck here and a peck there. The slow ascend of her affections compared to the rapid thrust of the others fingers made you bite your lip, the skin pulling between your teeth. By the time she was up to your ear you were practically panting.
“ Or is that what you want? For us to keep making you cry until you can’t anymore?”
They’d never know it and thank god for that but you almost whispered a yes.
Kiramman couldn’t hear what was spoken but she definitely felt it. You clenched around her even harder, a long mewl spilling from you. She creased her blue brows slightly as she sped up her fingers, making sure to never be gentle with that special spot, secretly itching to hear just how loud you could get whenever you came. Her counterpart was just as wanting for it out of you, a more balanced desire about her. Even in spite of the way she pulled you in for another kiss when she heard you sob, “ ‘m s-so close..”
This time Kiramman both felt and heard it, her fingers happily accepting the tight squeeze of you. She latched back onto your clit which was practically begging to be consumed again, if you asked her. Immediately you tensed, using every ounce of self restraint to not slam her cheeks with your legs. It also got devastatingly hard to keep up with Medarda’s mouth, she pressed into you like she forgot you needed air, like you only needed them. And as the coil in your belly grew and the sloppy sounds of her eating away filled the room, you did need them.
A muffled moan ricocheted into Merdarda and she invited it wholeheartedly. When she finally pulled away, you used your bound hands to grab at her hand groping you. You squeezed it the second you felt Kiramman offer a grunt inside of your cunt. She licked you like she was rabid, lost in whatever drugs your pussy clearly had laced in it. Merdarda found it all so nasty, so amusing. Seeing the renowned Caitlyn Kiramman so cruel but so feral, and you with your slick mouth gone and lips swollen, made her clench around nothing.
Even if nobody in the room spoke it, you were all enjoying this ‘interrogation’ a little too much. That manic laughter that constantly filled Kirammans head, those stupid pigtails and flashy gadgets, had even subsided for a moment. She still wanted nothing more than to rip that smile off her face, but the way the tears journeyed down your face so easily made her want something more.
Right now all she wanted was for you to cum on her face, and she nearly keeled over when she finally heard you sing that song for her. A moan that could only be replicated in the best whorehouses of Zaun left you. The pair both smiled the moment they heard you whimper what they already knew.
“ i th—‘m gonn—“
You could barely manage a single word, back practically ingraining itself in her arm the way you arched over it.
“ Let it out, make a mess.”
Your body truly was more honest than you and clearly obedient because the second she said it you did. Your self restraint abandoned you, left you on that table shaking and crying. Your bruised legs kissed her cheeks (not so gently) as she ate and thrusted at the same pace she did before, never letting up. Even with your legs shaking and around her she just drove in deeper. The pleasure slipped into overdrive making you shake your head, trying your best to pull away, use your hands, anything to make her stop. But Merdarda snatched your cuffed hands.
“ kira—kirammannn!”
Wow, that’s the only time she’s heard her last name and wanted to hear it more. But she ignored you, knowing you were begging for her to stop. By now your legs had dropped, too weak to hold up. Your whole body practically vibrated as you lost your breath. Maybe it was the burning sensation ripping through you or the cotton in your head but you stupidly turned your head to look up at Medarda.
“ help…me…gonna fu— die!”
First she looked at you, toyed with your nipple as your hands fought against hers. So pretty and so pathetic, she thought. Then looked down at Kiramman, whose eyes now opened and met hers. An amused glint was in her blue tinted stare and suddenly Medarda couldn’t think of a single reason she’d help you.
“ She’s eating child, don’t be so rude. Have some manners.”
She was looking at you when she said it, but from the mockery in her tone you knew it was meant for more than just you. And it was confirmed when a smile traced itself onto your throbbing cunt. But it quickly went away. She was eating after all.
“ i canttt! pleasee!”
Kiramman didn’t stop until you went silent, unable to speak, inconsistent babbles of nonsense here and there. You weren’t even shaking now, just twitching and breathing like the oxygen in the room had been sucked out. When she finally got up from between your legs she couldn’t help herself and gave two quick bites. A strangle mix of a hiss and moan could be heard as you watched her stand. She lifted her fingers to your mouth, shoving them inside.
You expected her to be rough and jam them down your throat but to your surprise she simply swirled them around your mouth. Despite that voice in your head you sucked at them tiredly hoping to please them. And pleased they were. They both watched as you weakly licked her fingers clean. By the time she pulled away they both knew that previous orgasm just couldn’t be the last.
“ Do you remember anything now?”
You were fucked out, but not that fucked out.
“…no”
Thank god, they both thought in unison.
“ I guess it’s my turn then.”
…
BONUS
Kiramman walked with pure candor on her face. She heard the whispers as she walked past but she ignored them. What was the point in entertaining fools? Besides, the moment her eyes met theirs they always went silent. Always. Today hadn’t been the best day for her. Most days weren’t, hunting for that psycho and her friends wasn’t an easy job or a fun one. But she wouldn’t rather be doing anything else. Well…maybe someone else…
“ Don’t let anyone in.”
The guard nodded dutifully.
By the time she reached the room, she was already imagining her sweet song. She didn’t have to wait long to hear it in person because it was practically blasting throughout the room the moment the door opened. She closed the door behind her, smiling deviously as she placed her heavy cape onto the chair.
“ She’s even wetter today, if you can believe it.”
She laughed softly, “ Oh I can believe it. How many has she got so far?”
“ Just two. Don’t worry, you didn’t take too long.”
“ God, I know. I got caught up with that fool Salo.”
Medarda laughed now, knowing all too well how annoying he could be.
“ medardaaa”
Your toes curled, struggling to handle the two large fingers inside of you. Both were devastatingly skilled with their fingers but hers were undoubtedly bigger. Way bigger. And if the size wasn’t agonizing enough, she was hitting that spot over and over. This time your hands were free, and you used them to grip her bicep.
Suddenly your throat had a new necklace. Not a very nice one. She squeezed her free hand around your throat, speeding her fingers. Clearly she wasn’t a fan of your interruption, despite the way her cunt ached when she heard her name in such a filthy way.
“ Can’t you see us talking? And you didn’t even greet your Commander. She came all this way to see you.”
You thought you were going to pass out, the squelching sounds and sultry insults becoming distant. Your mind and body gave into her once the resisting clearly wasn’t doing anything. And you loved it. Each filthy posh coated word, lingering touch, rushed collided lips left you undone. The strength behind their hands made you want to never be without it. And for the past two weeks it continued to, leaving you right here in this room on this desk, unable to breath, only able to cry and spread your legs wider.
Medarda let go, allowing Kiramman to finally slip beside you. As much as she loved the song you offered, she wanted your lips. You gasped into her, them giving you no time to actually catch a breath between the transfer. Lightheaded, you still pushed against her, wetness dripping from your face to hers. She pulled away, licked the rogue tear from the corner of your mouth.
By the time she was looking at you, you were heaving, clasping onto her bicep instead of Medardas now. She watched with such marvel as your face contorted into those beautiful expressions, such a drastic difference from the stupid girl she interrogated. Logically she knew she couldn’t call what all of you were doing an interrogation. So she opted to saying ‘some investigating work’ the few times someone inquired about her abrupt departures. It wasn’t a complete lie, her and Medarda were investigating something every couple of days. your cunt
Her gaze traced to the brown fingers moving in and out of you, then to glisten on her General's hand and finally to your thighs. They were healing nicely. Unfortunately for her they wouldn’t leave a scar according to the doctor she took you to. She almost frowned at the thought.
But then she heard you whisper a quick, “ h-hi Kiramman…”
She smiled at you, a warm thought coming to her.
“ Hi, filthy girl.”
We’ll make sure they scar next time.
P.s. They had the officers who beat you killed 😜
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p.3 touchy!bokuto flirting with inexperienced!reader
feeling good about this. might have to change the title soon cuz it damn sure won't just be flirting in the next part
warnings. nsfw themes, recreational use of alcohol, minors DNI
details. fem!reader / brother's best friend trope / kuroo's little sister!reader / touchy!bokuto / flirty!bokuto / corruption kink!bokuto / virgin!reader / bokuto-reader-lev sandwich / heavy petting / cuddling / bokuto being and staying hard / jealous!bokuto / hand thirst / drinking / house party / praise kink!bokuto / 2.5k words nsfw + future parts to follow, reply to be added to taglist
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"Oh!" Lev hung over the back of the sofa, biting his lip as he watched you walk away for another drink.
He was already messy-drunk at 10 p.m, "Could you grab two more of those? Pleasepleaseplease?"
You hummed, placid with your own small buzz, and slipped out of Bokuto's needy, heavy-handed grip. A busy murmur fell over the sectional just as you got to the kitchen.
"Sorryyy, make that four!"
You weren't sure why he got an invite, but he -like many of the other team members- was much kinder to you than you expected him to be, so it wasn't a problem. Five ciders, all bullshit flavors because Tetsurou couldn't even pretend to have class, were clutched tight to your chest.
He was still hanging there, only alert when he saw your slippers on the floor in front of him.
A big, wide grin brightened up his face, "Thank youu!"
While he carefully chose four, you noticed how easily he could finger each bottleneck with such long digits. You stared at them, a little heat dusting your cheeks. Something about big hands was doing it for you recently.
Lev was halfway focused on trying to pass back two bottles, halfway gawking at your wet, see-through shirt and your pebbled nipples from the cold condensation of the drinks.
His dirty mind could've been just as see-through, how noticeable all the color was across his face, how he was just short of drooling, slouched to get a better look.
Distracted, you picked up one of his hands, "How tall are you, Lev?"
Bokuto finally stirred next to him, tuned only to the sound of your voice. He missed the question but was deeply suspicious of that big, clumsy idiot so close to you.
"194.3 cm," Lev answered you with pride.
Head craned to get a look at this conversation, he found you playing with Lev's fingers, your pretty pornstar tits, and what was just shy of the freshman heavy-breathing down your shirt. Sure, that giant bastard was more age appropriate, but he'd be damned before he let him steal your favor.
You were just getting to rub his knuckles, close to the webs of his fingers, when Bokuto let out a big, exaggerated yawn and stretched over the back of the couch.
"Ohh! Heyyy Pretty," He bit his lip at you, and spared subtle, but mean glance to Lev.
Bokuto somehow grew funnier, cuter, after sharing a couple of drinks. The little peck from earlier created a sense of fun familiarity between you.
You giggled, still not letting Lev go because you weren't thinking about it very hard, "Hii."
The sight made him feel as though his heart was getting bitten a trillion times- like a bunch of ferocious ants all piled up on a honeybun. His hand shot out to grab yours with an intensity that his smile didn't share.
"Come sit next to me!" He rubbed the top of your knuckles, confident, and filling you with a continental migration of butterflies.
You were floating around to take the seat right of him, forgetting completely about Lev, under a little spell. Lev slumped down, pissed, but recovered as quick as it took him to realize you would be sitting next to him, too. He moved his leg so you'd have less room.
You rubbed your arm, looking towards the door, "Well..."
"Tetsu' will need somewhere to sit when he comes back--,"
He sat up and you were soon cut off by a pair of hands pulling you by the wrists, closer to the couch- he used an effective method of gripping your lower thigh, making your knees weak, so you felt like you had to sit down on the edge of the cushion.
"Kuroo can sit on the armrest! No biggie!" Bokuto brushed the tip of your nose with his finger, stirring a very successful smile.
Lev put an arm around the back of the couch, above your head. It was warmer, and he smelled good.
"Yeahyeah, screw'm, he's'not ev'n here."
Bokuto pulled you in with a face to Lev, an arm wrapping around you and settling, steady, firm on your opposite hip. His thumb was jammed into the crease of your thigh- a possessive act, and a tingly feeling that spread across your tummy and between your legs.
You vaguely knew better than to entertain this, but it was so comfortable. You were satisfied, sipping on your cider, sometimes watching the game -sometimes Bokuto-, swimming in attention.
It became evident in the way that Lev wouldn't stop leaning down to talk to you, find something in common that didn't exist, rubbing his leg against your thigh, that he was suddenly interested. Once you understood what was happening, it was fun watching Bokuto pick on him.
"Mayybe you shu'd tryout for the girls' team!" He landed on the only possibility he'd get to see you more often than he already did, considering you were in the same class together.
"Oh," You shied away from his gaze, closer to Bokuto's chest, "I'm not very sporty."
Bokuto huffed, nose scrunched at the underclassman as he pulled you close.
"Yaku-!" He shouted, craning to get a view of the group sitting at the table in a heated game of chess, "Who's letting Lev drink?!"
The loud-mouth's reputation, his skill now spoken for at the practice game, and the fact that he wasn't on the same team, was intimidating already. The way he so cruelly added his seniority into the mix was enough to make Lev much smaller, and stop trying as hard to flirt with you.
Yaku finished his move.
"Lev!" He called from the table.
He flinched. Yaku often sounded like his older sister when he got mad.
"...Yes?"
"How much have you had?"
"Uhh,"
You glanced down, leaning a bit forward to see the preposterous amount of empty bottles on the coffee table and the floor underneath it. No wonder Tetsurou had to go out to grab more. Bokuto pulled you back onto his comfortable chest, eating up that wide-eyed, mousey look he caught.
It was clear that nobody had been monitoring Lev, based on the reactions that slowly began to take throughout the first floor. But it was also just as true that their youngest member was deeply cared about, because they quickly cut him off.
There was still a scattered, loud, shared conversation around that drowned out the sound of the front door opening and closing.
Bokuto tilted his head down at you. You gathered the courage to meet him, but struggled to maintain it. He showed off how quiet he could be.
"I'm still your favorite, right?"
"Yeah!" You whispered, so sincere and so quick that it spurred his hand to twitch.
A heavy, satisfied sigh, his hand was squeezing hard around the widest part of your thigh, and you were sitting straighter despite his strong pull.
It quickly taught you that 1) showing proof that you liked him got you rewards and 2) his attraction was more deep-seated than you thought. You pondered what he want from you, and if you wanted to find out.
Thoughtful, you picked up his left arm, gentle and slow. You could feel him bracing through a shiver.
Something you always enjoyed was when your friends drew on you, or traced on your skin. It was a safe way for you to express yourself- that you were receptive, to whatever he was trying to bring out of you by being so touchy. You liked him so much more than you thought you did at the pick-up game. More than when he first caught your attention, or when you captured his.
So you traced your fingers along his raised, veiny forearm. Down to his wrist, a soft nudge to flip his palm face-up so you could take your time outlining the lines in his rough palm, through to the tips of his long fingers.
You took in his stalled breath. The hair on the back of his neck stood straight. You could hear his heartbeat quicken with your head pressed against his chest.
He had been so sure he could teach you everything. It hadn't occurred to him that he could learn a thing or two from you. It felt good, but in a different way. No girl had ever touched him like this, before.
The noise was a reassuring, monotonous backdrop. Everybody was preoccupied, you had a buzz going, and despite the chaos, it all still felt so intimate.
He muttered to you, lips brushed against your scalp, "You're torturin' me, y'know that?"
The insinuation made you freeze.
"Nono, keep going-," He huffed, voice sickly sweet. The slight panic in his request was lost on you.
Though hesitant, you kept running your light lines down from the thickest part of his arm to his slightly shaky hand.
"How so?" You asked him, morbidly curious, despite all the red flags going off in your head to not encourage his dirty admission.
Bokuto huffed out a tired chuckle- the pain in his lap hadn't subsided since before you sat down. It only worsened at every opportunity you gave him to touch you.
He was in the process of moving his arm away, so you could see the obnoxious print in his shorts, maybe tell him what you thought.
"You're dead."
You both turned, all the warmth drained out of you at once, at Tetsurou's voice behind you. He stood with his arms crossed, keys still in hand. Neither of you were sure whom he was referring to, since it applied both ways.
"Kuroo! Buddy!" Bokuto tried, but it didn't make him budge the way it normally did. There was no fondness left.
He lunged forward, hinged over the back of the sofa between you. There was only so much room to separate, because Lev stood in as a great brick wall.
Thankfully, his attention was not on the heavy petting- he swiped the drink from your hands.
"Hey-!" You began to retort.
"Shut up!" He snapped, "How many have you had?"
You crossed your arms, embarrassed now that you were getting the same treatment as Lev. Somehow, Bokuto's attention made you feel older, more responsible, than you actually were. You chose silence.
In your choice not to dignify him with a response, he looked fiercely to Bokuto.
"How much did she have?"
"I dunno!" He shrugged.
It was true, he didn't know, but he really didn't like the sudden responsibility being placed on his shoulders- and wouldn't have told him, if he did.
Akaashi, sitting on the other side of Lev, piped up before Bokuto could degrade their trust any more. He didn't look away from the screen.
"She only had two, Kuroo."
"Finally!" He pointed at Akaashi, "Thank you," Then he pointed to you, taking the last swig of your drink, "You're done."
It was too much. He ruined everything. He was mean, and bossy, and angry about the dumbest things.
You struggled to stand, a little difficult and awkward because the two heavy guys on either side of you were weighing the cushions down.
"You're the worst!"
You made an ugly face at him, now craving the quiet sanctuary of your bedroom, where he couldn't mess anything up. You made sure to kick an empty bottle out of your way. It didn't break, but it pissed him off, so it was worth it.
Bokuto sat in silent shock, in disbelief that he got away from that whole interaction unscathed by either of you. And that he was still hard.
It was all so frustrating that once you were in your room, it nearly brought you to tears. You fell onto your bed, lying on your stomach, biting your pillow.
You were so close. To what? You didn't exactly know, but you desperately wanted to find out.
It was getting late, and you had to eventually let go of the fantasy that Bokuto would betray his friend and come up here to keep you company. So you decided to take a sobering shower and get ready for bed.
The act gave you time to think. Specifically about those big, bulky arms under your touch, how safe but nervous you felt snuggled up to his side, how every word he uttered was dripping with vulgarity, regardless of how sweet he whispered it.
You let the bathroom door open to vent the steam, and in slipped your brother's calico. She was a big fan of the shower, and the act of her pawing, meowing at the glass made you giggle. You tightened your towel so you could pick her up.
"How'd you get in here, baby?" You cooed, kissing the top of her head.
A thoughtful hum inspired a loud, high gasp--
"Well, the door wasn't locked, so," Bokuto, sat cross-legged on your mattress, grinned at your stunned drop of the cat and the near-nudity he found you in, "-It was pretty easy."
He looked far too big to exist in here. He made your twin bed look like a shoebox.
You put a hand on the wall to keep yourself standing, trying to swallow your heart back down into your chest, where it belonged.
The bed groaned under his weight as he stood up, coming towards you.
"Aww," Was an enamored chuckle at your oh-so-cute reaction.
It was so hard to catch your breath, you couldn't speak to tell him to keep his distance, to remind him that you were undressed- you pressed your back to the wall, gasping at his proximity that he clearly didn't think twice about.
His hands jutted out to grab your waist, rough at first but then softer, a grin fading as he glanced around your big, worried features.
"Heyy," He frowned.
"Don't treat me like a stranger, now."
You didn't want him to go, but you couldn't calm down. You gasped again, trying your hardest to speak this time, grateful he was letting you go, but guilty about the sadness taking over his face.
"Please-," You couldn't look him in the eye, "Please let me get dressed."
Bokuto blinked, surprised, but soon gave an obedient nod. He backed up.
"Yeah! Yeah, uh, of course..."
Maybe virgins weren't as fun as he thought. You were this nervous in a towel?
His attempt to lighten you up by pulling his shirt off and offering it to you only made you stiffen, as if he was handing you a bomb.
So he explained carefully, "How 'bout you put this on? It'd be real cute!"
His finger brushed your nose like earlier. It got a tiny smile out of you.
Bokuto was more tentative to let you grab more clothes, but he didn't voice his concerns. He sat, impatient, as you changed in the bathroom, nursing his aching cock through his clothes.
It helped quell the pain only a bit, while radicalizing his agenda to get between your legs tonight.
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Since a few of you kindly asked for a Part 2, here you go! Thanks for the love!
Warnings - reader feels a bit insecure for a split second! Word Count - 2.6k
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You stare at him, cold blooded. So he did figure it out? You shut the door behind you and reach for the silk robe hanging on the back of the door.
“Aw come on don’t cover up because it’s me-”
“Eddie, what the fuck are you doing here?”
He makes a silly dance move, trying to be funny but definitely not helping. “What do you mean? I came for a private dance.”
You finish tying a bow and cross your arms. “How did you know I work here?”
He gets up and walks towards you. He moves your robe off to the side and points to your birthmark. “This. I noticed it while you were dancing.”
You sigh and look back up at him. He stifles a laugh, “Ed, this isn’t funny.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were a fucking dancer?”
“Oh yeah, because that’s a great conversation starter-” You notice him looking you up and down. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m hot or…some shit.”
“Well, I mean-”
“Look, I get off at midnight. We can go back to my place to chat afterwards if you want. But for now, you can hang in the dressing room. We won’t be back there until we close up anyway.” You open up the door and motion for Eddie to leave.
“...does this mean I don’t get a private dance?” You give him a stern look this time, “yes ma’am.”
As you enter your front door Eddie goes and takes a seat on your couch as you head to your bedroom to change into more comfortable clothes. When you take a seat next to him just a few minutes later you explain everything to him.
You have been working at the strip club for over a year now. As much as you loved working at Family Video it just wasn’t paying enough. Bianca was a regular at FV with her family, and you grew a work-type friendship with her. One day she came in by herself and asked if you wanted to come to a charity event they were holding at the club. She immediately made it clear how odd it sounded about having a charity event at a strip club but assured you it was always a hit ; how the money went towards good causes in the city and the toy drives were always overflowing. You wanted to show your support so you went and had a fun time. Bianca introduced you to everyone, from her boss to her coworkers to regulars. It was a strange family-oriented work environment you never imagined. When Pam, the owner and boss, asked if you were interested at all in working for them you turned it down. But when bills started piling up and the holidays were around the corner you thought earning some extra cash would be helpful. So you went back, and was hired right from your interview.
Pam explained how the club was run by women for women only. Everyone took you through training, first just as a waitress. You learned tips and tricks, and also had to come up with a fake name for security and privacy.
“Wait, so what’s your ‘fake name’?” Eddie asks using quotation marks.
“Lilith.”
“Why Lilith?”
“It means ‘belonging to the night’. It’s also associated with meanings like ‘demon’ or ‘spirit.’”
“Well that’s badass. How did you come up with that?”
Look down at your lap. “Um, in one of your D&D books. The one you gave me about character building.”
“No shit.”
“Yeah…so anyway. I didn’t even think about dancing but Bianca asked me one day if I wanted to try it, so I did. Everyone thought I did a good job…I was on the next night and it just took off from there.”
“Why haven't you told anyone?”
“Because when Bianca asked me to come to the charity event I didn’t really know what to think about her being a stripper. I didn’t want to judge her, and I didn’t want people or colleagues to judge me. I really enjoy it. I have this new built confidence when I walk through those doors. We all really care for one another and root each other on.”
Eddie shifts himself closer to you. “What do you mean ‘new built confidence’?”
“Let me answer this with a question for you. How do you feel when you’re DM’ing at Hellfire?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know, like I’m taking charge. Assertive. I know what I’m doing and I like how I make people feel afterwards.”
You reach and put your hand on his leg. “That’s exactly how I feel when I’m dancing.” You smile, shake your head, laugh to yourself.
“What’s so funny?”
“It’s just hilarious that we both feel the same way about two completely different scenarios.”
“Hm, true.”
“Can I ask you a question though?”
“Sure, anything.”
“...What did you think…about the dance…on your birthday?” You gulp.
“Psh, don’t you remember the way I was talking about you when I came here the next morning?” You nod. “Everything I said was true. I couldn’t get you out of my head. And then when I figured out it was you I just…had to tell you I knew. Couldn’t live with that secret, it would have driven me nuts.”
“How did you ask for me anyway? You didn’t even know my name.”
“I asked for the devil from the night before. The women who led me to the private room recognized me from when I was called up for the dance.”
You pondered, “Was she dressed in all silver?”
“...yes?”
“That’s Jade. She gave me a bit of a pep-talk, I almost asked her to go out instead of me.”
Eddie looks at you muddled, “why didn’t you want to dance for me?”
“Because you're Eddie, you’re one of my closest friends and it just felt…I don't know, awkward.”
“Well, if I’m being honest your friend is very beautiful but,” he takes your chin and lines you up with his eyes, “I’m glad it was you.”
You smile, “I’m glad it was me too.”
You stare at him for a bit, melting into his touch and his eyes ; and when your lips touch just seconds later without even realizing how close you were, you feel like you died and went to heaven. It was when his tongue slipped its way into your mouth that that confidence you talked about earlier started to kick in. You kick yourself up and straddle his lap, bringing your hands to his shoulders to steady yourself but never breaking the kiss. His hands find your hips, rings digging deep into your shirt, bringing them along to the slow steady pace as he starts with his own hips grinding up. You follow his rhythm and hum, starting to feel way too good.
And even though that confidence was built up for a few moments, your insecurities came rushing through. You part and separate yourself too quickly and mumble “no” ; Eddie looks upset as you stand up. “What’s wrong? Did I take it too far, I’m sorry-”
“No no it’s not you it’s just..me. I’m sorry.”
“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”
You stutter, tears beginning to paint your cheeks. “It’s just-you never did any of this before. And-now you find out I strip and we’re suddenly making out on my couch. I feel like I’m in some stupid rom com where I took off my glasses and suddenly you see me differently.”
“Hun, I can promise you it’s nothing like that.”
“I don’t mean to sound rude Eddie but I think you should go.”
“But-”
“I just need space, if that makes sense? Can I call you tomorrow or sometime later this week?”
“Yeah of course, whatever you need. I know this is a lot for you.”
“Yeah-yeah it is.”
He walks over and kisses you on the top of your forehead before leaving.
“And that’s basically what happened.” You swirl around in an office chair, disappointed in yourself. You were a mess, you spent the whole next morning thinking about Eddie and what happened. Today is even your day off, but you felt like you needed company so you made your way to the club for some hopeful reassurance you weren't taking this too far or overthinking.
“I think it’s sweet he’s giving you space, he understands your concerns and he’s respecting it. You don’t see that a lot nowaday..” Your other co-worker and current security cam watcher Leah has been listening to your rants all day. She just came back from maternity leave but wasn’t ready to dance, so her shifts have been bartending and security watch, mainly the private rooms from the cameras. When you arrived at the club no private dances were happening, so Leah took you to the security room for privacy. “I’m kinda glad you came though, I want to show you something from the night he was here.” She holds up a VHS tape and puts it in the VCR. You watch with bated breath as Eddie shows up on screen.
“What does-”
She puts her hand up, “Just listen.” You watch the footage, as Eddie paces the private room waiting for you to arrive.
“Hey so, I’ve kind of liked you since high school and…no I can’t start with that.”
>>FF>>
“Finding out about dancing? That is just a perk that will come in the soon to be hopeful relationship…no that doesn’t sound right. Steve is a fucking idiot for coming up with that line.”
>>FF>>
“So…wanna go out on a date? Bowling, dinner? …What am I, 14?”
>>FF>>
“Alright Munson, you got this. Just tell her you figured it out and that this doesn’t change how you feel.” Then he plops down on the couch and lays back just as you found him.
Leah stops the tape and looks back to you.
“He…likes me?”
“Guess he does. So much for your negative thoughts huh?”
“I can’t believe this. He’s never shown any signs of…anything.”
“Pft, guys are weird. It took my husband years to ask me out on a first date but I waited! Here we are three years later with a new house and baby. It was all worth the wait, and I’m sure this will be for you too.”
“But how can I make this right? I feel like I screwed it all bigtime.”
“Why don’t you invite him to our charity event in a few weeks? It’s how your story started. Maybe it’ll be a new chapter for him too. Show him instead of talking to him to make things right.”
You smile wide, “...Has anyone told you you’re a genius?”
“And I thought Mom-Brain was getting to me already. But I’ll take the compliment.” You give Leah a hug and head out to make a very important phone call.
Eddie (of course) agreed to attend the charity event, and even offered to pay full price instead of the family and friends discount. You went in a few hours earlier to help set everything up while Eddie arrived when the event began. You introduced him to your co-workers ; some already knew about what happened but for your sake played it off like they knew nothing, which you greatly appreciated. Eddie took a seat at the bar, wishing you luck for your performance later which he was secretly looking forward to. Just before heading to the dressing room you stop by the DJ booth.
“Hey Cassie, here’s my tape for my dance. It’s Track 8, and I go on at 11.”
“Got it. Thanks love!” She looks at the cassette and ponders to herself, “huh, who’s Corroded Coffin?”
Your turn couldn’t come soon enough. Eddie was only two drinks in, constantly looking at the clock waiting for 11 to strike.
“You okay babe?” Leah, (or in tonight's case since she’s working, Carmella), comes over to check on him.
“Huh-yeah. Thanks.”
“Of course, she’ll be on in a few. Excited to watch her?”
“Ohyeah-yeah,totally.Can’t wait.” He takes a large sip of his drink.
“You’re nervous, aren’t you?”
“Can I be real with you for a second?”
“I’m a bartender, I’m here to lend an ear to your problems.” Leah leans in, “talk to me.”
“I’ve liked her forever, I’m just stupid and have never asked her out properly. And I don’t want her to think I’m asking her out now because of all this,” he motions his arms around the room.
“Well maybe she won’t think that.”
“But she does, I know she does. And I just feel like a fucking idiot.”
“Eddie, I can assure you by the end of the night you’re not going to feel that way.”
“How do you-” Just then the lights dim ; Eddie looks at the clock ; 11:00.
Cassie takes the microphone and introduces you, “and now ladies and gentlemen one of our veteran and favorite dancers, Lilith!”
You take the stage ; back turned towards the crowd, grabbing onto the pole ; a beautiful black outfit snug to your body ; and your music hits the stereos, a loud guitar solo opening the song.
Eddie thought his eyes were going to fall out of his sockets, immediately recognizing the solo as his own. ; And when you turned your head to face the crowd making eye contact with Eddie and giving him a wink, he knew he was done for.
He watched you in awe, he couldn’t believe someone in a strip club was dancing to his song. But in this case it wasn’t just anyone, it was you. Someone he’s known almost his whole life, someone he’s been trying to ask out for way too long but had doubts because of his own stupidity. When your performance was over he whistled from his seat and immediately turned to Leah, “are any of the private rooms taken?”
When you exited the stage and headed back to the dressing room you were met with cheers and hugs. Everyone loved your dance and gave you your praises.
After a few moments of celebrating and thank yous, Leah came in, a smirk across her face ; more or less as a ‘I told you so’ look. “Room #2. Go, now” The girls all gave a collective “ohhhhhhhhh”, as you rolled your eyes and left.
Eddie is standing in the middle of the room this time. You shut the door and lean up against it. You're the first to speak up ; “So,” you start to walk closer, “what did you think?”
“Don’t come any closer.”
You stop, baffled at his words. “Why?”
“Because if you come any closer I’m going to lay you on this couch and do unthinkable things to you.”
You blush, hard. “You sure you wanna do that with a security camera in the corner?”
He looks up at the camera and waves, “free entertainment, no?”
You chuckle, such a typical Eddie answer.
“Well-”
“If you wanna know what I thought, I’m seriously never gonna get you out of my head now. How the hell am I going to ever perform that song without thinking straight?”
You look down shyly, rocking on your heels.
“And as much as I would love to give your friends some content, I do want to do this whole thing right.” He brings himself to stand right in front of you, “let me take you on a date, a proper one. Pick you up, dinner-”
“Maybe…bowling?” He brings his head to the side, giving you a bewildered look.
“I mean, if you want too-”
“I’m joking, but dinner would be great.”
“Cool-cool. Can I pick you up tomorrow at 6?”
“Sounds like a date.” You stand more on your heels, placing a small kiss to his cheek and leaving him alone in the room.
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Omg… I love your works I’ve been keeping up with them for a while now! How cute would it be for Levi and Hange to be childhood friends and for reader to be Levi’s little sister in a modern! I imagine reader would have a crush on Hange but not say anything until they’re all adults 😭 probably mentioning it briefly in conversation like “haha yeah i had a crush on you… anyway”
brother’s best friend, hange zoë
oh hell yeah i love this!! sorry, i made it smutty—couldn’t help myself <3 hope u enjoy anonie! i put my whole pussy into it lmao
summary: brothers best friend!hange x f!reader modern au.
warnings: 18+ minors & ageless blogs dni!! explicit sexual content. poc friendly! nb!hange x female!reader. forbidden/secret relationship, switch!hange, switch!reader, older brother!levi. lesbian activity, yearning, angst? jealousy, fwb!abby anderson x reader cameo, dirty talk, tongue piercing, fingersucking, fingering, munching, strap usage, strap licking, hange refers to the strap as their cock once, they're both whores. for eachother <3. can't think of anything else. hange is tatted n pierced cos i said so :p
wc: 12.4k words.. look idk either don't ask. proofread but there's so many words im sure there's bound to be errors with my dyslexic ass.
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As a child, you always used to follow your older brother everywhere. I mean, that's kind of a rite of passage as a younger sibling. You looked up to him, his friend group was nice to you, much to Levi's discontent, always buying you ice cream and little snacks and ruffling your hair until it was a tangled mess on your head.
You were only two years younger than him, but he acted like you were eight years old whenever you'd ask if you could go out with him and his friends.
"No—you can come when you're taller than me." He'd say, it worked when you were still smaller, but you had a little growth spurt, making you almost the same height as him. Levi hated that, being victim to endless teasing from both your parents and his friends.
"But, I'm already almost taller than you?"
"Doesn't matter, brat." But he'd sigh, and let you go anyway. Feeling your mother's stare on him, no words needed, a simple look that stated, 'Take her with you, and don't argue,"
It wasn't like you didn't have any friends of your own to hang out with, but his were just, so cool. So different to yours. They stayed out much later and did more fun things like going to buy milkshakes and sit around idly in parks. Stuff your friends weren't allowed to do.
Plus, one particular friend of his always caught your eye more than the others. Hange.
With their comfy cardigans and messy hair, cheerful smile and bright demeanour. They were way taller than Levi, you always found that funny. How technically, he wasn't even tall enough to go out either by the standards he placed on you.
Looking back on it, you were a little embarrassed at how you trailed after Hange like a lost puppy. Eyeing their every move and following them as you tried to force their attention on you. Cringing at your younger self, you just really liked them. Wanted to be their friend, to hang out with them as much as you could.
Now, though, you had all grown into adulthood, you were in your first semester at college, at home for the first break of the year. The woes of young adulthood following you around like it did everyone else.
Levi and Hange remained best friends throughout, many of his other friends moving to distant colleges, whilst both of them stayed local, their friendship held strong.
You were currently reading a book on your bed as you heard the familiar laughs from Hange, and chattering from Levi through the open gap of your door.
You always admired their friendship, how close they were and the effort they made into retaining it. Many of your own friendships had come and gone, lost to time and petty arguments but theirs never did, not even once.
Sure, you had Mikasa, the closest you had to a best friend but she was bound to you by familial ties and family values. You often wondered if your friendship would've remained if you weren't cousins. You weren't ungrateful, though, Mikasa is a ride-or-die type of person. If you were friends with her, she'd die for you. Her own code of loyalty un-breaking in the face of silly things that'd rip other friendships apart. You hadn't seen her for a few days, though. She'd gone on some trip with her parents and boyfriend, and not wanting to ruin their family bonding time you opted to stay at home during the holidays.
Consequently, you were insanely bored. Out of your mind, even. You had read that book maybe five times? You weren't sure if you had it in you to finish it for the sixth. So, rather begrudgingly, you made your way down the stairs, to where Levi and Hange were sat playing video games on the couch.
Hange's legs were spread as their elbows rested on each knee, both of them hunched over their remotes, backs bent to feel closer to the screen. Shouting incoherently as their chosen characters were beating each other up, throwing high kicks and brutal uppercuts in a 1v1.
You watched them for a while, laughing as Levi got his ass kicked by Hange's chosen character. Claiming that Hange was cheating to make himself feel better about losing.
Hange hadn't changed much, their features were the same, albeit more pronounced and mature. It was their style that changed the most, going from dorky graphic tees to tightly cropped tank tops that exposed their arms and baggy ripped jeans that hung low on their slender hips. Not to mention the new piercings and the tats that now covered their wrists and upper chest, often poking through the collar hem.
Their hair was shorter, now, too. Layered strands falling out of its tie as shorter pieces framed the structure of their face. A curved, short metallic line pierced through their right eyebrow, along with a small band hanging off their septum on a curved nose. Hange was always attractive, for sure, but they got insanely hot. Confidence just radiated from them as they got comfortable in their own skin. You had always been drawn to them, you just got better at hiding it. The prefrontal cortex developing into self-awareness at how embarrassing it was to be so openly craving Hange's attention. Plus, they were Levi's best friend, it simply couldn't happen.
Did I mention they were also gay? You remembered when Hange first came out to Levi, nervously telling him about a crush they had on a cute barista in the city. You also especially remembered the way your chest constricted and the bitter taste that soured your tongue as Hange fawned over this cute girl they spoke to just a few times.
Levi took it well, like a good friend, besides he was gay, too— in love with Erwin. He told you about their secret kisses and conflicted feelings one night, after a bit too much to drink that he was heartbroken when Erwin moved away, and onto to better things. A disregarded potential relationship that never kicked off, he hasn't found another half since. You wished he would, he was a good person.
Hange noticed you standing behind them, head turning slightly for confirmation of your presence before turning back to try and focus on the screen. You were bent over the back of the couch, elbows resting on the cushions as you watched their game, the loose, comfy shorts exposing your thighs and a tight long-sleeved shirt with a cut down to the chest, pretty white lace rimming the hem as it sunk down. Due to your position, the grooves of your cleavage were slightly exposed, enhanced by the propping up by your elbows on the couch.
Hange suddenly started doing really bad at the game, their fumbling allowed Levi to throw them off and back them into the far edge of the screen, hit after hit until the health bar lowered fully and a low 'fatality' sounded out from the speakers.
"Fucking finally!" Levi exclaimed, shocked but happy that he won a match at long last. Hange groaned, setting the controller down, standing up to stretch their limbs, tank riding up their stomach as they did so.
"I don't even know how that happened, man." "Needa get your head in the game!" Levi was revelling in his win, clearly it must not happen very often for him. "Big talk for someone who lost every other match," Hange teased, taking a sip from their bottled water as they glanced up at you.
"Wanna play?" They asked, passing you the remote. "Nah, I'm good, would rather watch you beat Levi." "Man, screw you." Levi chuckled, knowing you weren't wrong. He had won by pure chance, and perhaps a little added distraction.
You moved around the couch to enter the kitchen for some snacks, Hange's gaze trailing after you as you walked away. Eyes falling down to subtly observe the way the hem of your shorts cut off a little too far up on your thighs, shaping around the curve of your ass as the soft fabric swished with your movements. You looked fucking good, with your hips that now filled out any pair of your jeans, smooth thighs and nice bre—
"Stop that," Levi tutted, smacking his hand hard on the back of Hange's head. "Hey! Stop what?" Hange responded, more defensively than they'd like to admit, rubbing their head over where Levi's knuckles had collided. "Staring at her," He whispered, not wanting you to hear from within the kitchen. He could hear you messing with plates and opening drawers, it was safe for now.
"I wasn— wasn't staring at her, man." "Sure. It's not like I have eyes or anything," Levi rolled his eyes, "Just don't stare at my sister like that, creep."
Hange scoffed, lowering their gaze to the remote, they weren't being a creep, right? You just got really hot, it wasn't a crime to look. It's not like they were going to actually try anything. You were Levi's little sister, for crying out loud!
"Whatever, man, let's just play," Hange muttered, loading the next match up. "Don't forget the promise." Levi murmured, eyes locked on the screen, not even looking at them as he said it.
Ugh, the promise.
The promise that Levi made his male, straight friends make to him, and then Hange, too, when they came out as a lesbian, the 'don't you dare try anything on her,' promise.
It happened one day after he caught Jean eyeing you up perversely, followed by an inappropriate comment about just how attractive you got and that he'd willingly take you out, amongst other things. Levi, being unimpressed as always, slapped him across the head, not so kindly letting him know you were strictly off-limits. That he shouldn't dare try anything, lest he face Levi's wrath.
He may have found you annoying, but you were still his sister. No matter what, he'd always want to keep you away from certain things, if he could help it. Canoodling around with Jean and ending up hurt was one of them, he didn't want another comment to be made like that in the future, so he made the others promise, too.
Hange wasn't like that, weren't a player by any means. Quite the opposite, respectful of women and monogamous, in fact, Hange had been the victim of being cheated on a few times. Never the other way around.
No, his motivations for making Hange promise were different than when he made Jean do it. Hange was his longest and most closest friend, he'd be damned if something were to happen between you, get fucked up and cost him their friendship. Didn't want the uncomfortable risk of being made to pick sides when something goes wrong and lose it all.
So that was that, you were off-limits. It was made abundantly clear. He didn't really care what you did with people he didn't know, or wasn't close with, isn't his business, frankly. But anyone in his friend group? No way. That was way too close for comfort.
"No one could forget the promise, Levi, y'never let 'em." Hange huffed, he had always been so insistent with it. "Good."
Hange hated that promise, with a passion. I mean, it's not like they intended to break it, and hurt Levi. But, come on? A promise? It's not like they'd fuck you around. You meant way more than that.
With a plate full of little cut up fruits in your hand, you stepped back into the living room, humming a random tune to yourself. Painfully, blissfully unaware of the conversation that had just taken place between them.
Hange made sure to keep their eyes locked in on the screen, especially as you sat yourself down on the floor in front of the couch, directly in front of Hange so you wouldn't block the television. Then especially as you grabbed at the squares of cut watermelon, propping it on your tongue and even more especially when Hange caught little drops of fruit juice trickling down the corner of your mouth. Their eyes darted away quickly, frenzied button smashing as they beat Levi again.
With an annoyed groan from Levi and a loud cheer from you, Hange felt a swell of pride within their chest as you rejoiced in their win against your brother. This is bad, they thought, they need to push that shit all the way down. And quickly.
—
A few days had passed, and the conversation they had the other day was completely forgotten, at least by Levi. It was eating Hange up alive. Guilt feeding at their chest as they knew none of this wouldn't end well, one way or another. It was getting harder and harder to be around you and pretend. Pretend that they weren't having weird thoughts about their best friend's sister.
Maybe Levi would make an exception for them?
Hange grunted, head in their hands as they knew that would simply never happen. Levi had made it too big an issue of it to simply back down now.
They were dreading the barbecue your family had so kindly invited them to, Hange was pretty much an honorary member of the household. Your parents absolutely loved them. Hange would hate to ruin that. Their own family wasn't as nice, or as welcoming. Hange felt extremely grateful that they had been given a second home and been able to experience what it was actually meant to be like. That couldn't all just go down the drain.
And yet, there you were.
Amongst the members of your family and invited friends, you were sitting outside on a deck chair, huddling around the table with Mikasa and another unidentified person, some buff woman with a long, blonde braid, whispering to each other, god knows what about. Your hand was cradled around the glass of your self-made cocktail, the other gesturing to match whatever you were talking about, a bright smile on your tainted dark-red lips and long-winged eye-liner to match.
Hange couldn't help but stand there and admire you. Levi's words echoed in their head whilst they looked at how the short, white dress fit around your chest. The way it tightly hugged your waist and flowed out. Levi's words repeated over and over like a mantra all the while.
I'm so fucking screwed.
That feeling soon doubled, however. Hange was sipping on their cold beer, taking a long swig of it. Their fingers tightened around the neck of the bottle as that unnamed person next to you placed their muscled arm around your waist. Comfortably and without a care in the world. Like it was so easy for them. The twist in their chest exacerbated when you leaned into their touch, placing your head on their shoulder, as you continued speaking with Mikasa.
Hange broke their gaze away as Levi shouted them over, asking for them to grab some spare cutlery from the kitchen. Being close enough with your family, Hange was often tasked with helping out. They didn't mind, honestly they'd rather go clean the whole damn kitchen if it meant not watching the way the blonde carelessly nuzzled her nose into your neck, and the giggles that left your lips. Hange wanted it to be them.
They quickly made their way into the empty house, the guests enjoying the sunshine outside as your father singed spiced meat on the barbecue. Chattering and drinking away. All of them without a care.
Hange stood there for a few seconds, trying to regulate themselves and rationalise. That the image of that shouldn't have affected them so much. They were being a terrible friend to Levi by even allowing the discomfort, by allowing the anger to be fuelled by a sight of you cuddling up to someone else. Knowing that they could never freely do so.
Hange didn't hear you step into the kitchen, about to grab some paper towels for the drink you'd spilled all over the table outside.
"Um, are you okay?"
Your recognisable voice rang out amongst the silence, Hange's head turning towards you.
"Oh—um, yeah, yeah, I'm good." Lies.
"You sure?" You stepped closer to them, placing a hand on their bicep with concern. Hange could smell the intoxicating signature perfume you always wore, vanilla with tones of lavender, "You were just kinda stood there?" Your expression was worried, brows furrowed as you looked them over.
You had always been so caring, especially towards Hange, but right now it was just stressing them out. Too confusing. It was allowing them to think too deeply on the why.
"I just... forgot what I came here for," Another lie. Yet, the way it came out from them was way too easy, one of the perks of growing up in a house where you had to evade certain truths to avoid harsh punishment.
You bit your lip and furrowed your brows, a hint that you didn't quite believe what they were spewing, but decided not to push it.
"Alright, I just came for some napkins," Your hand left their arm, "You should join us out there, Mikasa wants to ask you stuff about her course, you both study the same thing."
Greaat. Hange wanted to throw themself on the barbecue. Of fucking course.
Hange and Levi were in their last year of college, due to graduate this year. Mikasa started studying the same course, Hange remembered you mentioning it once. Normally, they'd have no qualms about helping out, but right now? Having to sit with you all, right next to the woman they had no idea you were even seeing? And watch helplessly as she touched you in the places Hange so desperately wanted to in her stead? No, thank you.
But Hange has never been able to say no to you. So with a heavy heart, and a stiff smile they nodded. "Would love to,"
—
Hange was not having a happy fun time. Having joined your table with Levi, in hopes that it wouldn't be so suspect if he was there, too. It was fucking difficult, trying to eat your dad's delicious cooking and your mother's famously drizzled salad, whilst you and the other girl, who they now know was called Abby, were chatting amongst yourselves.
Hange tried to focus on the questions about the course that Mikasa had. Tried to be helpful, not glaring at the muscled blonde that enjoyed touching you up at a family gathering a little too much. How could Levi not have a problem with this? How could he sit there and eat nonchalantly like his little sister wasn't getting felt up by this stranger you'd invited?
Hange would never be able to do this, not in a million years.
Mikasa had eventually ran out of questions for Hange, leaving the table with the typical silence that befalls over people enjoying a good meal. Apart from you and Levi bickering a little bit, and a few chatters between you, Mikasa and Abby, there was a lot of empty gaps.
Hange was usually someone that had a lot to say, with a lot to contribute to group outings, sometimes even too much. But right now? They could barely find a word to utter. Focusing on sipping their beer and finishing their meal. All whilst trying to ignore how Abby's hand landed at your thigh, with a squeeze so subtle that no one else batted an eye at it, except Hange.
They were hyperaware of all of the touches, and not proud to admit how it made their entire body seethe. Was this your new girlfriend? Hange didn't even know you were into women. Obviously, asking in the past would've probably made Levi question their motives, so they just always assumed you were straight, accepting they didn't have a chance. Hange's brain felt heavy, so full of thoughts that just wouldn't stop.
"Are you feeling better?" The sweetness in your voice didn't help, neither did the cautious look in your eyes as you asked them the question, clearly still thinking about Hange's odd behaviour from earlier. "Yeah, why?" "You've been quieter than usual, weirdo, it's freaky." said Levi, picking his food apart with a fork.
"I'm fine." They muttered, necking the last dregs of the bottle, hating how the attention had turned to them. Focus on the weird stranger feeling up your sister, not me!
After a while, Hange and Levi excused themselves, leaving the table and going to play video games in the living room, Hange thanked their lucky stars they could finally leave the table. Storming away would've brought too many questions they weren't ready to answer yet.
—
Night fell, the guests had left, your parents had gone to bed and all that remained was you and Abby chatting outside. Hange was nested on the couch in the dark, cozied up with a blanket. Levi didn't like sharing his bedroom very often, so Hange was sometimes exiled to the couch— it was a really comfortable couch, though, so it wasn't the worst scenario.
No, the worst scenario was right outside the backyard door, trying to creep inside quietly. Hange thought it was just you, at first, trying to drunkenly enter the house without waking your parents. They hadn't expected to see the Abby's silhouette trailing behind you, hand in hand.
It was dark, but certain lights from the outside were shining through the door, which was more a slidable window than a door. Hange wanted to sink into the couch when they heard your soft gasps as they could make out Abby pressing you up against the wall. Followed by the low smacking of lips against your neck as you let out a quiet moan, Abby quickly covered your mouth with her palm to keep you quiet, with a gentle, ssh. Clearly, neither of you noticed the other presence in the room, sat on the couch with an unfortunate view of the whole thing.
This was torture. Was this God's punishment for emotionally breaking Levi's promise? For having such thoughts about you and weird, romantic feelings towards you since you were both teens?
Hange shut their eyes, heart racing from accidentally witnessing the intimate sight, awkwardly covering their face with the blanket so they could see no more. Wishing that their torture would end. Unfortunately, they could still hear you kissing each other as you led Abby upstairs to your bedroom. They could still hear your door shut and the subsequent creaking of your bed right above their head.
They just didn't happen to hear the way you accidentally ended up moaning Hange's name into Abby's ear as she fucked you.
—
You were mortified.
So ashamed of your own actions as the sober morning awoke your thoughts. It had been a very awkward encounter between you and Abby.
Look, you weren't dating, it was a purely physical relationship. It started a few weeks ago when you needed some quick relief from someone you trusted and Abby happened to feel the same. You were both on the same page that there were no feelings involved, a simple friends with benefits agreement. A you scratch my back, I scratch yours, situation.
That doesn't mean that explaining to your college friend why you had moaned your brother's childhood best friend's name into her ear as she was knuckles deep inside you was a fun conversation to have. You didn't exactly fucking mean to, Hange had just looked so delicious all day, as they always did, you couldn't get them out of your mind. Plus, they were behaving odd yesterday, and as a concerned citizen, of course they had ended up on your mind? That was normal, right?
Abby was understanding, of course, she was, she was the sweetest. Even going as far as wishing you good luck and hoping that it ends up with the outcome you want. It didn't alleviate the embarrassment, though, finding yourself locked alone in the early morning hours as Abby vacated your house. You didn't want to face Hange, even if they didn't know what happened— you did, that was enough motivation to isolate yourself for the rest of eternity.
The sound of your stomach rumbling was the only thing that propelled you out from your bed, forcing you to go downstairs and feed yourself some breakfast. So imagine your horror as you saw Hange laying on the couch, awake, watching videos on their phone in the early hours of the morning, as they sometimes do when Levi doesn't feel like sharing his tiny bed. He was a notoriously late riser. Did they see you and Abby last night? You'd been a bit too inebriated last night to notice if they had been there whole time. That just makes you feel even worse.
Hange was the one you wanted. You had always wanted Hange, even when you were younger and didn't realise what that drive was called. As you grew up and realised what it was, you just shoved it deeply away for Levi's benefit, knowing he was uncomfortable with you dating his friends. What a shitty situation.
"Looked like you had fun last night," Hange spoke without looking at you, eyes stuck on their phone. They don't know why they even said that. They shouldn't have said anything at all. It was none of their business, and it shouldn't matter. You weren't theirs. It shouldn't bother them if you were dating someone else, it definitely shouldn't make their chest tighten a cold grip around their throat at the thought of you sleeping with someone else.
"Uh, did you see anything?" what a great job of not sounding suspicious.
"I saw enough to know you had fun," Hange muttered, rolling their eyes, lifting themself up into a seated position.
"I'm so sorry, we didn't realise anyone was here," The shame was visibly clear in your voice, the way it fumbled and stuttered, "I wouldn't have done that if I saw you were here."
"Wouldn't have slept with her or wouldn't have done it in your living room?" It was out before Hange could stop it, resenting the reeking jealousy hanging off their words. They had no right.
"I.. it's not like I slept with her right on top of you." You defended, not enjoying Hange's clear disappointment towards you, it didn't feel good in your stomach.
"Hm— it was close enough." stop it, Hange, what exactly are you doing? Their inner monologue shouted at them.
"Please, like you've never slept with anyone before." You crossed your arms over your chest, sighing, getting visibly more upset.
"I—you're right. I'm sorry, it's not my place." Hange ceded, taking a deep breath that matched yours. Finally looking in your direction to make eye contact. They didn't love the guilt that was riddled on your face, they shouldn't have made you feel bad for that. It wasn't fair on you.
You eased up at their words, uncrossing your arms as you placed yourself next to them on the couch. Dropping on the cushion beside them with a loud thump.
"Please, just don't tell Levi, okay? I don't wanna hear it."
"Wouldn't dream of it." Hange's expression was vague, a weird mix of defeat and weak despair, their teeth drawing in their lower lip. You rested your head against Hange's shoulder, it felt too tense, a frigid air haunting the room as they placed their head over yours.
"She's not my girlfriend, alright, we just sleep together sometimes." There was no reason for you explain yourself, not officially anyway. You just didn't want Hange to think that you were dating Abby.
Hange nodded, ignoring the punch of all punches that just punctured deep within their chest, "Don't worry, I won't say anything, dear." Their words were soft, a sudden contrast to the escalating conflict that was about to happen moments before. Lifting your head slightly, your eyes met, looking up at Hange, who matched the eye contact. Both of you just sat there for a few seconds, gazing at each other with terse silence. Both forced to sit with the uncomfortable tension.
Against your better judgement, your gaze sunk to Hange's lips, just before the sound of Levi's bedroom door opening upstairs split you two away from each other. Heart race sped up against your ears as the both of you jumped up into proper posture like you hadn't just been inches apart a second ago. Levi was whistling as he came down the stairs, and you prompted yourself to finally get yourself some breakfast.
Staying inside the house was too much for you today, it was a Friday night, you should go out and have fun! Forget all these weird thoughts and just let loose. You messaged Mikasa whilst your bread was toasting, asking if she was up for going out later. Once she answered with an agreement, you had eaten your toast and told Levi you had plans for the night. Your parents had left early that morning for a weekend get-away, leaving him in charge of the house.
—
On the Uber ride back home from the bar, you felt bad for the poor driver. He had to listen to you and Mikasa talk nonsense and laugh hysterically at literally nothing reasonable, you had to remember to give him a tip. He definitely deserves it. Nothing worse than dealing with stupidly drunk people when you're stone sober. You ended up drinking more than you intended, spilling your feelings to Mikasa who listened intently to your woes before trying to get your mind off things—off Hange specifically.
The Uber reached your house, and you said your goodbyes, making sure Mikasa was sharing the trip with you so that you could make sure she got home safely, too. Girl code, you know?
At your doorstep, you struggled to find your keys, lost deep in the depths of your tote bag. You don't even know why you still used them, they were bad for your posture and everything gets lost in them. You resorted to loudly knocking on the door repeatedly so Levi could let you in.
"Why are you banging on the door like you're being chased?" Hange said, why they opened the door and not your brother, you were too drunk to figure out.
"I.. can't find my keys,"
Hange sighed, chuckling as they let you in. Seemingly over the encounter you both shared that morning. You definitely weren't.
"Where's Levi?" You mumbled, tripping over your the doorstep as you attempted to make your way inside, clawing at the wall to keep yourself stable. You hoped that sober you wouldn't remember that.
"On the phone to your parents, they wanted him to take a photo of something they forgot to take," Hange grabbed your wrist, holding you up as they brought you inside, "Just how drunk are you?"
"Hella," you laughed, your eyes sparkling up at them. Drunkenness evident in your face just by your eyes.
"Great, your parents won't want to see you like this,"
"What—I'm fine! I got home okay?" You argued, before Hange shushed you so that your parents couldn't hear your drunken slurring, grabbing your phone from your pocket, "Need to check if Mikasa did,"
Catching Levi's attention, he twisted his neck around to see what was going on, muting the microphone from his phone, so he could speak to Hange.
"Is she drunk?" He sighed, unamused and definitely not impressed.
"Like a pirate." Hange responded, still holding you up by your wrist, you glanced at their bare arms. Putting your phone away as the notification that Mikasa's journey had ended.
"I'm not that drun—"
"Fucks sake, Hange, take her upstairs." Levi interrupted you, tutting, not wanting to turn the mic back on until you'd both gone upstairs.
Hange pretty much carried you up, following behind you on the staircase like a bodyguard, with an arm held out to ensure that you didn't fall over and break something. Once you reached your bedroom safely, Hange brought you to your bed, taking off your boots and jacket before making you lie down on the mattress. You just looked up at them as they helped you wordlessly, watched as they grabbed a water bottle from your bedside table and passed it to you.
"You should drink some of that before you sleep, it'll help you tomorrow."
"I don't need water, like I said, I feel fine..." You argued again, ignoring that the room was spinning too much as you finally laid horizontally. Alcohol was grim.
"Just drink it." Hange crossed their arms, not budging until you lifted the bottle to your lips, almost drinking half of it before setting it down. Hadn't realised how thirsty you actually were.
"There, happy?"
"Very, goodnight." They turned around to leave you, hand hovering over the light-switch.
"Hange, wait." You shouted, they turned back around to face you, as you continued, "Can you stay with me? The room is spinning—don't wanna throw up."
Hange's eyes widened, mouth splitting open. "I.. don't think that's a very good idea." Levi was right downstairs, what if he thinks Hange was taking advantage of you or something?
Your persistence was almost admirable, lips curved into a slight pout as you gaze broke through theirs, reaching over to tug at Hange's shirt, "Please, Hange?"
With this, Hange was once again reminded of their inability to say no to you, sighing with defeat as they sat just an inch on your bed, their back to you as you were laid down. The awkward distance in between made it clear that they were planning on leaving again shortly, deciding to just linger around until you fell asleep, messing with their nails to pass the time. You were taking a while to drift away though, not happy with how far they were sitting from you, like you were contagious.
Whilst they were distracted with their fiddling, you drunkenly thought it was a good idea to grab the back of their shirt. Pulling at it until Hange was laying side by side to you, you ignored Hange's surprised yelp and rested your head on their chest. It felt more secure than the pillow, the room not spinning as much.
"That's better," you beamed, happy with yourself, snuggling in between Hange's arm as you sighed contently, basking in their warmth. Meanwhile, Hange was panicking, praying that Levi wouldn't walk in and think the worst. They hoped you couldn't feel their heart speed up with your proximity, or the quickened rises of their chest with your head snuggled into them as you tucked your feet underneath yourself.
Hange tried to ease their racing heartbeat by looking around your room. It was very you. Your personality all over the walls and decorations. Hange thought you had drifted off by then, until your voice broke the calming silence.
"You're so pretty, Hange."
They turn to face you, heart skipping as they see the starry admiration in your eyes, attributing that to the alcohol.
"You've clearly had too much to drink," Hange tries to shrug it off, despite the hot red splotching in their cheeks. They messed with their eyebrow piercing, spinning it around, a habit that formed quickly after it healed.
You firm it though, the many volumes of gin in your system easing your words out, "No. I always thought it, even when I wasn't legally allowed to drink," you huffed, nuzzling deeper into their chest, almost reaching the crook of Hange's neck.
Hange was freaking out, fumbling to think of a response, convincing themself that you were just drunkenly babbling—desperate to not let a little spark of hope develop into an unstoppable force. Yet, you held firm as an immovable object, wanting them to know just how serious you were. So they just scoffed, leaning their head back against your headboard in false nonchalance.
"I mean it! I had a little crush on you when we were younger."
Hange short-circuited, you had a crush on them? Wait—what do you mean by had? Did it disappear? Dissipated and lost in the wind as your network of people expanded and Hange wasn't the only person in your close proximity? They had a crush on you, too, but it never left.
Your head fell forwards, the weight of your own head too heavy to hold up any longer as it sank lower and lower, eventually resting totally on Hange. "Always wanted you to like me back—it's embarrassing..." you mumbled, eyes fluttering shut as your voice grew more drowsy, "Maybe one day."
Just Hange's luck, right? They wanted you to fall asleep that entire time and you'd refused, but as soon as you put those blasphemous words out there, sleep had already gotten its grip on you. By the time Hange worked up the courage to look down at you, you were snoozing away, regular, soft breaths escaping as you slept peacefully— unaware of the brain damage you just inflicted.
Well, shit, what now?
—
Levi was subsequently left alone downstairs the entire night. He knew he asked Hange to take you upstairs, but they'd been up there for a damn long time, now. It's not like he didn't trust Hange, he'd trust Hange with his life and yours any day. They were not a threat in any sense of the word.
But he had this itchy feeling in the back of his head, that he just had to go check out what was happening. He took himself up the stairs, waiting outside your bedroom door for a minute to sus if he could hear anything through the walls. At the silence, he turned the doorknob and looked at the scene.
Your boots, side by side in line on the floor against your bed. Your jacket neatly folded up at the edge of the bed. And then you, cradling a half-empty bottle of water as you were cozied under Hange's arm, both fully dressed, sleeping soundly and undisturbed on their chest. Hange was gone, too. Lost the fight against sleep as their head was leaning against the headboard, not the comfiest position but he'd seen Hange sleep in way worse conditions.
You two looked.. almost sweet. Innocently sleeping on each other that it almost made Levi feel guilty about the stupid promise. Almost.
The risk was still too strong a threat. Too big a risk to chance. It's not like he was stupid, he'd clocked your attraction to each other a long time ago, he just hadn't anticipated there being emotional sweetness along with it. With a sigh, Levi closed the door and went to his own bedroom.
—
Light was beaming through your curtains, your eyes fluttered open as you awoke. Luckily, your head wasn't pounding too much, you were thankful that you got minimal level hangovers. The only thing you needed was water, throat feeling scratchy, but you just felt so comfortable. Your eyes opened properly, the strain of sleep having latched your eyes shut, a saw what you were laying on. Or rather—who.
Hange was fast asleep beside you, neck bent slightly to the side, their arm was around your back and your arm around their stomach. Your stomach sank as you noticed you had been cuddling them in their sleep, as memories of last night started popping through your mind. That's embarrassing, you thought. Looking back at Hange, you took the opportunity to admire them. Freely allowing yourself to admire their long eyelashes that casted lines of shadows on their skin, that lovely nose as it dipped into their septum piercing. Plump lips pouty as they rested. They were beautiful, breathtaking in the soft light of the morning.
Picking yourself up, you quickly made your way through to the bathroom to brush your teeth, promptly returning back to your spot on the bed.
You grabbed a water bottle, it'd been wedged underneath you during your sleep, hurting your ribs a little bit. There was half of it left, that's enough for now. Attempting to be quiet as you drank, but it was obvious that the crackles of plastic were too loud for Hange to continue sleeping, lifting their head as their gaze fell on you. "Hi." you breathed out, a cautious greeting against the silence in the room.
"Hi." Hange rasped out, voice deeper, coated with sleep. You sat up, not wanting to make Hange feel uncomfortable by leaning yourself against them any longer.
"How you feeling?" they asked, using the free space around them to sit up straight and stretch out their back, cracking as it did.
"Fine.." you responded, "uh—thank you for helping me last night."
Hange's cheeks heated up, breaking contact as they cleared their throat. So did you remember? Did you remember the haunting words you whispered into the night as you fell asleep?
"Yeah—um, no need to thank me," "Well, still—thank you for staying with me."
Hange nodded, their demeanour deflating as they failed to hold eye contact with you. What could they say? That they would stay with you forever if you asked? That they would gather you in their arms and keep you comfortable any day if it meant seeing the content smile on your lips? That they wished you had meant those sacred words?
"I'm—uh—a little embarrassed," You muttered, playing with the rimmed edges on the bottlecap, "I—"
"Y'don't need to explain—I get it, you were drunk."
Gaping up at them, you let out a sigh, "That.. wasn't what I was gonna say."
Hange was slipping away from you, their usual tender sweetness towards you covered by an uncharacteristic stiffness. You had no choice but be honest with them. Hange deserves to know the truth.
"I meant it, you know? That's why I'm embarrassed."
That seemed to grab their attention, their eyes finally meeting yours. The rise and fall of their chest increasing, eyebrows quipping up, you continued.
"I've always liked you," you whispered, "I just wish it didn't come out like that, if it hadn't maybe you'd believe me."
"But, Abby—"
"Was a distraction. A bad way of keeping myself away from you," you grabbed their hand, holding it, "'cos I don't know if you've noticed, Hange, but it's always been you."
Hange's mouth split open, lips moving as they thought of a response. You took the surprise on their face and the silence on their lips as an admission that your feelings just simply weren't returned.
"I-I know it's a lot to put on you, I'm sorry— I just couldn't hold it in—"
"I feel the same way." was their direct response, cutting you off before you could take the words back. To stop them from seeping into the walls and being long forgotten.
Biting your lip, eyes staring at one another's nervously, contrasting the serenity of the bedroom's illumination. Tentatively, you reached out a hand, placing it lightly on Hange's jaw. Letting out a soft breath, Hange's eyes fell shut, deeply nudging their face closer into the caress of your hand. Eyes only opening when they felt your body budge itself on the bed, seeing how close you now were to their lips.
"Hange," you muttered, words laced with your nerves. Your stomach rippling with uncertainty, the anticipation making you shiver as you leaned closer to them, lips inches away from theirs.
"We can't," Hange whimpered, the hesitation evident, "Levi will kill me." Their voice was so quiet, scared to utter the fact that you both knew. You're off-limits. No matter how much they craved feeling your lips on theirs. That facts remained.
"I don't fucking care about Levi."
Truthfully, you've simply had enough of your older brother being an obstacle in the only relationship you wanted. Throughout the span of your life, you've yearned for Hange, there's no way you'd allow this chance to escape you.
"If we both want this," Your dangerously sweet whispers were serpentine, like a siren sinking a sailor to their certain death. Even as your heart was racing, one of your thighs moved over Hange's stomach, until eventually you were straddling over them, Hange's dainty hands trembled as they delicately hovered over your thighs, almost scared to touch you, "Why should it matter?"
Dampening your bottom lip with a quick dart of your tongue, you leaned into them again, thighs tightening around Hange's midsection as that little black dress of yours from last night rode up, exposing more of your legs. Hange gripped the skin of your plush thighs so hard, a testament to their restrained desires.
"Why should he stop you from going after what you want?"
Your lips met the skin below Hange's ear, grazing light pecks that caused goosebumps up their spine. Hange was breathing heavily beneath you, head hanging back as they bit back sighs. Their conflicting thoughts seeping in their brain, overshadowed by the skimming of your lips burning their skin.
"Fuck—"
Hange lifted their thigh, pressing it against the centre of your legs, as your teeth sunk over their neck. Sucking on the soft skin and running your tongue over. Hange couldn't hold back a little whimper at the contact, especially as your hips began rolling, rubbing your clothed centre over their propped up thigh.
"I—I want you so bad, Hange, please."
That was it. The rope of restraint snapped, the moment had reached over its boiling point as you whimpered against their neck. Hange grabbed the top of your spine, eyes meeting briefly before they melded their lips over yours.
You were whirling, hips grinding against Hange as your lips connected ardently. Feverishly slow open-mouthed kisses as you gasped into each other's touch. Years of mutually hidden cravings possessing your actions, feeling your tongues brushing desperately over into each other's mouths. Hange tugged at your ass, gripping at the skin through your clothes with a tight clasp.
Hange then separated your lips, looking up at you through their pretty eyelashes to gaze upon your state. With your eyes black with desire, they guided your hips into rhythm against their leg. Leaning their head up to kiss your neck, low, gentle pecks echoing within the room as you were trembling on top of them, chest rising and falling and your sinewy thighs trapping them underneath you. What a sight.
"Hange—"
Hearing their name slip from your lips in such a desperate manner, Hange felt like they should be locked up. The heavy sound of your low whimpers of their name causing a stir of their own burning heat to travel.
Levi was certainly going to kill them, good thing he's still asleep. Unaware of the way Hange was touching his sister in the next room. The whole thing was sinful, just reprehensible. The promise long forgotten, shoved to their back of their mind.
"You're fucking delightful, angel,"
Hange lifted themself up, back straight and chest tightly pressed to yours. Their hand rising from your ass to grip your lower back, fingers holding you in place to jut their knee against your core, their palm guiding your hips against them. Lips met again to quieten the gasps threatening to escape from within your throat. They couldn't deal with an interruption right now.
The pattern of movement in your hips faltered, grabbing Hange's wrist to place their free hand upon your clothed breast. Hange could feel your hardened nipple poking through the fabric, as their thumb rubbed over—god what they wanted to do. What they would do to see you without your layers, barren and exposed for them.
"I'm so—fuck— love seeing you like this," Your eyebrows were furrowed at their hushed words, teeth skimming over your bottom lip, it spurred them on more, "Thought about this so much, angel."
"Yeah?" You egged them on, pressing yourself harder against their knee, Hange could feel the dampness seeping through your underwear as your shaking hands reached down to unbutton Hange's jeans. They should've come off a long time ago, "I've thought about it, too—god—thought of your fingers, your mouth on me—fuck."
Unbuttoned jeans, and your dress just on as a formality, bunched up in folds around your waist. Hange lifted you up from their knee, your confession driving them over the edge. If only they knew how many times you touched yourself to the thought of them late at night.
Tugging the hem of your dress over your head, immediately catching the way your skin rippled from the chill in the air, nipples perked up and stiffened as your chest was heaving. A trail of hair leading down from your navel to your pussy, still covered by your lacy underwear, it drove Hange stupid.
"Shit— that's fucking hot," Hange rasped, words tight in their throat, desperately trying to keep their voice down.
Wasn't long before Hange was undressed, too. You made sure of that, ripping the shirt off their torso and helping to pull down their jeans. Both of you unclothed in front of each other. Your hands grazed over their breasts, admiring the tattoo beneath their collarbone, spread over the top of their chest, and their tatted forearms. Toned stomach twitching as your fingers travelled down from their chest to their abdomen.
Both of you just admired each other, before you brought your lips back together, open mouths chasing the sensation of each other's lips. You were straddling Hange again, rubbing yourself over their now bare thigh. Your dampness glistened on their skin with each roll, you felt fucking desperate.
"I'm burning for you, Hange—need your touch," You panted, losing yourself in the sight of Hange's slender barren body beneath you. Lost in the starry glaze within their eyes at you, tantalising. Hange groaned gently as they teased a finger on your slit through the fabric that was acting as the only barrier between your bodies, you twitched into their hand. Their knee wasn't enough, you craved more.
"What d'you want, angel?"
"Your mouth, fuck—please-"
The begging left you before you could help it, all you could think about was feeling Hange on you, anywhere, everywhere. Hange squeezed your thighs, laying their spine flat on the bed as they prompted you along their torso, your pussy accidentally grazing over their nipple, inches away from their mouth.
"Sit on my face, angel," Hange ordered, voice lowered and strained at the turned-on shock on your features. Hesitantly, you hovered over their waiting mouth, lacy underwear still on, trying to argue, "But I still have my—"
"ssh—just sit, baby." Hange was determined, hands rubbing over your bare skin as you shuddered on top of them. Silky thighs spread, opened just for them, like an unfurled deity, waiting patiently to be worshipped. They loved seeing you above them like this, aching for them. The slab of your stomach tensed as you tentatively placed yourself over their inviting mouth, feeling their wet tongue brush over your clothed slit.
The texture of the damp lace through their tongue pressing against your clit caused you to let out a shaky moan, a hand coming to grip the headboard, the other covering your own mouth. Hips began sliding autonomously over Hange's face as they sucked your pussy into their mouth, plump lips puckering over the fabric as their tongue swiped over in short bursts, with little pecks in between.
The top of your thighs started to burn from holding yourself up, legs shaking from the weight and the added sensation of Hange lapping underneath you, their muffled groans vibrating into your pussy. Hange's steady eyes were on you, watching. Their eyebrows pinched up as you both made contact. Their hands grabbed your hips, forcing you to rest your full weight on their face and ease the tension in your legs, you moaned into your palm as their tongue was closer to your throbbing centre. Spurred on by the intense way those amber eyes watched you whilst your mouth hung open. You ached to feel the wet muscle on you, to feel their warmth on you properly.
Hange's hand landed at your breast, kneading, your skin melted into the gaps between their fingers, the fat of your breast rolling underneath their hand. Hange's thumb teased over your nipple, spreading spurts of pleasure down your entire spine. Then Hange nipped the hem of your dampened, cotton underwear with their teeth and tugged it to the side, to expose your swollen pussy, leaking and throbbing in the cool air. A swipe of their tongue on your bare slit, lathering your sweet arousal on the tip of their tongue as they swallowed it, tasting you for the first time. They groaned out a muffled mm, into your centre, delighted by your taste. Before diving in to pleasure you properly, blissfully easing the tension that had built up in your core.
"That—hn— feels so good, Hange," your voice was muffled behind your palm, hips rocking over their face, coating their cheeks with your slick, their glasses fogging up with the honeyed arousal. You moved loose hairs from their face, fighting the wet strands as they clung to Hange's skin. "P-please don't fucking stop," you whimpered, gasping, losing control of your hips as you sat pretty on Hange's skilled tongue.
You could feel a coldness on your slit, realising Hange had a tongue piercing you never fucking noticed, the cold metal rubbing over your puffy centre. You leaned back, head hanging back at the chilled sensation, the contrast of Hange's warmth and the cold metal. Hange was struggling to breathe underneath you, clearly enjoying the light suffocation in between your thighs, eyes rolling back as their fingers harshly dug into your ass.
Your fingers travelled down Hange's stomach, reaching back behind you—feeling their abdomen twitch into your hand. Reaching Hange's centre, you rubbed your middle and index finger over their own swollen clit. Moaning as you felt how wet they were, their arousal matching yours in its desperation, Hange's legs spread out to give you better access. Aching for you as you ached for them.
Hange groaned weakly into your centre, lost in the scent, sight and taste of you as you played with their pussy above them, wanting to give them back some of the delectable pleasure they were giving you. Your perked up breasts were bouncing above them with the weight of gravity and the movement of your arm behind you, specks of sweat dripping down your stomach as you started losing rhythm in your hips, quickening up your rocking on their tongue, sometimes their nose would stroke over your clit, driving you further over the edge.
"Ah—fuck, 'm gonna cum," Your voice reached a higher pitch, you bit the back of your hand to stop yourself to shouting, "'m so fuckin' close, Han—gonna cum—fuuck."
Your hips twitched on Hange's face, they eagerly lapped up your arousal as it leaked from your throbbing hole, your release dripping down Hange's chin as they swallowed up what they could, like they were starved. Groaning happily beneath you as your fingers sped up against their clit.
You lifted your pelvis from their face, allowing them to breathe as you turned yourself over to focus on Hange. You placed yourself in between their welcoming, spread legs as they shook against your fingers.
"Fuck—angel.." Hange sighed, eyes closed as your fingers easily slipped inside them, lubricated by their own slick since you came on their tongue. They had been uncomfortably wet ages ago, but they were truly dripping now. Their own hips chased after your hand wretchedly as you curled three fingers against their cervix, rubbing over the squishy spot that had Hange throwing their head into the pillow. Hiding their face and mouth with their tatted wrist, their pelvis grinding into your hand whilst their body rocked from the repeated movements.
You didn't like their face hidden away, obscured by their wrist, so you pulled at it with your free hand, tugging it down until it was trapped on top of their stomach, held down. Hange was crying out, not having a way to cover their face from being restrained, forcing them to expose their expressions as you worked your fingers diligently inside them.
"Shi—ah—keep going, fuck, please—just like that,"
In perfect circumstances, you'd have loved to hear Hange coming undone loudly for you, but right now you needed them to be more quiet, Levi was right in the next room. So, trapping their arm with your chest, you brought your fingers up to their mouth, rubbing over their bottom lip until they split open to suck in your fingers. Their sounds enveloped by your fingers in their mouth, fuck, the sight was heavenly. Your head dropped down, weakly faltering at the scene in front of you.
Hange's arm pushed your head down, moving you forcibly until your face was in front of their heat. The corner of your lips titled into a self-satisfied smirk as you understood what they were asking of you.
"Want my mouth on you, hm?" you teased, fingers still curling into them as Hange hummed, their head feebly nodding, mouth full of your fingers. Chuckling, you lowered your head, swiping your tongue up their slit, revelling in the minute twitches of Hange's hips. The feeling of your tongue lewdly slurping up their arousal plus your fingers stretching their tight walls in a steady motion, Hange was close to oblivion. Breathlessly gaping down to watch you as you worked hard to please. The deity was in between their thighs, blithely moving your tongue down their pulsing centre.
Their hips faltered, Hange's face stiffening as their eyes rolled back, they were in your heavenly trap— how could ever get out?
"G'na cum for me, Hange?" you mumbled, pussydrunk as Hange's abdomen tightened, their thighs taut against your head, dragging you impossibly closer. You whined into their core as Hange released the pressure of their climax into your mouth.
You popped your other fingers out of Hange's mouth, spreading their saliva around their jaw as they quivered, riding out their saccharine release.
"Fuuck," Hange's whimper was soft, spent, tired out from how hard they came. You sighed as you slipped your fingers out, lapping your digits dry of the droplets of their arousal.
"That's it," you soothed, tranquillising them as you brought your lips up to theirs, hands on their jaw as your naked chests rubbed against each other. Hange looked up at you, their eyes half-lidded as they caught their breath, both of you gazing at each other with unadulterated love in your eyes.
Feeling relatively rejuvenated, Hange's fingers trailed down to the curve of your ass, massaging the skin under your underwear, before ripping it down your thighs. They felt insatiable. Wanted this haze to last as long as possible. You yelped sharply, thinking they were too tired to continue, confused as Hange bent you over, your knees folded on the bed and your ass up.
Hange got into place behind you, caressing down your dimpled spine as their leg nudged you to spread your thighs apart. They ghosted kisses on your skin, hands rubbing over your lower body as they placed a knee in between your legs, teasing your entrance with two fingers.
"Oh, f-fuck," you gasped, head falling down into the mattress to silence yourself as Hange plunged two fingers inside you. There was no need for anymore teasing, you were absolutely dripping. Hange rocked their fingers deep into your cervix, fingertips reaching the back of your walls as your spine curved to let them in even further. A hand met your hip, squeezing the skin as they swung your hips to grind over their knee, stroking your clit as their pretty fingers fucked into you.
Hange thrust their own hips in rhythm with their fingers, imagining that they were fucking you with their strap as a proxy instead of their hands. Getting lost in their own imagination as the skin on your ass recoiled with each hit, you throwing your hips back to meet their thrusts.
"Shit—Hange," you whined, muffling into the blankets as you panted, feeling them move inside you as overstimulation struck. Your clit was so sensitive as it rubbed against their knee. Reaching your arm back, hand flailing for them to grab your hand, craving that extra connection. Hange's hand encompassed your own, gripping it as they didn't relent their movements, holding their chest against your back.
"Fuck, angel—I fuckin' love you," Hange muttered, losing grip on reality and the control over their mouth, not realising what they had just spoken into the universe. You clenched at Hange's words, tight walls sucking in their fingers as you trembled.
"Hange—hn, I love you, fuck,"
"Could be in this pussy forever, 's just fuckin' perfect," Hange drawled, more kisses at the back of your neck and you lost it. Mouth hanging open, you squirted all over the bed and Hange's knee, forcing out their fingers with a pop.
You stilled underneath them, catching your breath back as Hange kissed you through it. Turning your body to the side, in a daze, you met eyes. Truly fucked out.
Hange fell beside you, caressing your sides as you snuggled into their chest.
"Think we were too loud?"
"Hope not," you muttered, "He's a heavy sleeper," Hange chuckled at your answer. They hadn't quite come to the realisation that they had just fucked their best friend's sister into next week, breaking the one promise Levi ever held Hange to, not wanting to think about the consequences.
"You said you loved me," you whispered hesitantly, eyes closing against their heaving chest. A little fearful of bringing it up in case it was just a heat of the moment thing, but since they said it, you couldn't stop thinking about it.
Hange stilled, feeling embarrassed that they uttered something like that during sex, they wouldn't have been as embarrassed about it if it wasn't true.
"I mean—I.. didn't lie,"
"You love me?" You looked up, it was hard to miss the way your doe eyes lightened up, specks of hope glimmering in them. Just like that, Hange's embarrassment dissipated.
"Yes, angel, I've loved you for a while," Hange moved a strand of your hair behind your ear, placing a kiss on your forehead. Biting your lip, you tried to withhold the smile that threatened to break out, failing miserably.
"I, I love you, too, Hange."
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A week had passed, and Levi was none the wiser to the debauchery that took place in your bedroom that morning. Good, you thought, you weren't ready to tell him yet. You and Hange were in a good place, you didn't want Levi finding out and ruining everything.
Needless to say, you guys had begun secretly seeing each other. Hurried, covert kisses between you whenever he left the room. You couldn't help it, you were addicted, taking every chance you got to feel Hange against you. It'd been years waiting for this, there was no way you could go without it now. It wasn't like you could get much time by yourselves, anyway, you had to take what you could get and be grateful for it.
Dating Hange changed pretty much everything about your relationship, you were so much more comfortable around each other. That high-strung sexual tension that hung over both of you over the last few years had subsided, leaving space for an actual relationship to form where you could talk in comfort, behaving more normally around each other. That wasn't to say you didn't still want to fuck Hange's brains out, you just hadn't had a chance since that day, Levi was always hovering. You'd say he was more suspicious than usual, but why?
If he had heard anything that day, neither of you would be alive to tell the tale. He would've walked right in and killed you both on the spot. You felt like you'd been pretty inconspicuous, too, not saying anything out of the ordinary to Hange and not being touchy in front of him. Perhaps you may have been hanging around them more than usual, but would that be so suspicious?
Surely not, right?
You were craving some more alone time with Hange, wishing Levi would fuck off somewhere and leave you to it. You'd be ready to jump their bones at any given moment.
So when Levi left to go buy groceries for tonight's Hange was supposed to fixing something that had fucked up on their console. Hange's good at fixing things, often being tasked with doing so around the house. Trying to mask your excitement, not waiting to bait yourself out— you went up to your room. Waitied until Levi had got in his car and drove off before you messaged Hange to come upstairs.
Within seconds, Hange entered your room, giggling nervously as you pushed them up against the bedroom door, locking your lips on theirs.
"Hello to you, too," Hange chuckled, their slender hands grasping the sides of your head, getting the hint, as you slipped your tongue into their mouth. Hange moaning into the kiss as you slipped their shirt off, exposing their torso so you could bend your head and pop their nipple into your mouth. Rolling your tongue over the peak as Hange tightened their grip on you.
"Don't have much time, need you—now." you ordered, grabbing a hold of Hange's belt loops and dragging your bodies to the bed. Hange straddled over you as you made out in comfort, not worrying about volume for once. Hange unbuttoned your jeans, pulling them down to your ankles as you whimpered sweetly against their lips. The kiss was fiery, both feeling pent up and looking for mutual release, craving each other so badly. No more hesitation unlike the first time.
You unbuttoned your shirt, leaving it hanging open revealing your stomach and breasts, your hands coming to massage your own nipples as Hange gaped down at you, eyes darkening.
"I have something for you," you panted, eyes lidded as you smirked impishly, a mischievous glint in your eyes that intrigued Hange. You reached down below the bed, opening a box and pulling out a long, thick strap, nibbling on your lower lip as Hange stared incredulously at the toy in your hand.
"Don't you wanna fuck me with it, Hange?" the tone of your voice was too enticing, too seductive as you rubbed your fingers over the silicone. Hange tensed up, watching you tease them with it before passing it into their clasp. Trying to ignore the deep stir swirling in their core, with illicit images of you bouncing on their strap swirling around at the forefront of their mind. Hange rushed to prop it over their legs, tightening the straps around their hips and upper thighs.
"You're gonna be the death of me, angel," Hanged sighed, hands clutching your pillowy thighs. They could feel their pulse thumping in their ears with desire, eager to use the new toy on you. Not unlike you, who'd been itching to show it to your partner as soon as you got it.
"Couldn't sleep last night, Hange, couldn't stop thinking of you fucking me with it," you whined, as Hange's fingers teased your clit with soft touches, lips tilting up at your lewd words.
"That right, angel?" you nodded, "Been touching yourself thinking about it?"
"Fuck, yes.. tried to finger myself to get off, but t'wasn't the same," you huffed, feeling yourself get drenched by your own words, "can't reach as deep as you,"
Hange groaned, sucking your nipple into their mouth as they stroked your clit. You were throbbing, the last few days of fantasising left you feeling needy as fuck. Hange slid two fingers into your slick entrance, letting out a deep moan at how wet you were, at the way your pussy just sucked them right in like they were always meant to be there.
Your eyes fell shut as Hange scissored their fingers against your squishy walls, savouring the stretch to prepare you for the strap. Raising your hand to your mouth, you licked a stripe up your palm and lowered your hand to rub the silicone as it hung from Hange's hips. Hange's head fell down, watching dumbly as you rubbed your hand over it as if it were Hange's actual flesh. You'd swear they could actually feel it, too, the way their mouth split open and their breaths grew heavy. The way it provoked them to remove their fingers and edge the silicone tip over your folds, spreading your own slick all over your pulsing pussy.
"Hange—just put it in, please," You tried to push against it, feeling how Hange was separating your folds apart to lubricate the tip, "'ve been so good,"
Hange chuckled as they saw how ruined you were without them even doing anything. Slowly, they pushed the strap through your entrance, "You have been so good, baby," they pushed up until it were completely buried inside you.
"'n you're g'na take me so well, aren't you, angel?", you were filled to the brim, tears rimming your eyes as you rutted your hips into Hange's, "G'na take every single inch of me, aren't you?"
"Fuck—fuck, yes, Hange," you cried out, not withholding the volume of your moans as Hange began to thrust the silicone deep inside you, hitting the sensitive spot at the very back, "'Y're so fucking deep, f-feels so damn good,"
Hange grabbed your hips, using it as a stabiliser to thrust the strap in and out, your breasts bouncing as your body rocked, whimpering as the familiar ball in your abdomen tightened. Hange stared down at where the silicone disappeared inside your puffed folds, their expressions contorting when it'd come out soaked, with a little white ring of your cum forming around the base.
"Look so fucking good like this, all filled up, shit—and all mine," Hange rasped, fingers left marks on your legs as they swung the silicone deeper inside you. They bent down to lick your nipple, teeth latching around the pebbled peak as your back arched into them.
"All yours—ngh—don't fucking stop," Your arms wrapped around Hange's neck, keeping them close to your body as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your legs slackened around their waist, short nails scratching at Hange's back as the pressure hitting against your cervix got overwhelming.
"W'na see you come all over my cock, fuck,"
The pressure tightened and tightened until your legs were squeezing around Hange, pulling them into you as you released, salacious whines slipping from your pretty lips. Hange moaned with you, sated that they could finally indulge in the libertine noises rolling off your tongue.
"That's it, fuckin' soak it," they muttered, "that's a good girl,"
Hange talked you through it as you came, gushing your slick all over their strap, effectively drenching your lower bodies. They pulled the silicone from your walls, the strap was lathered in your slick.
Your thighs trembled, coming down from your high, as Hange brought the strap to your lips, nudging your mouth open to lick it clean. You lapped up your own mess, Hange watching you intently whilst your tongue skimmed over the plastic. That awoke something in them, something they'd definitely mention next time, you already looked too spent.
Hange affectionally gave you kisses all over your face, praising you for being so good, that you took them so, so well.
"Y'sound divine when you come for me," they mumbled against your neck, those pretty sounds would be imprinted in their brain forever.
"Hange..." you covered your eyes, embarrassed at how loud you had been.
"No point being shy now, my love."
"Ugh," you chuckled, "We should get cleaned up,"
Hange got up and grabbed a towel from your wardrobe, drying your inner thighs off and wherever else you'd leaked your own slick on, before drying their own legs. You both re-clothed yourselves, freshening up and fixing hairstyles to look as if nothing happened. Levi shouldn't be back yet, anyway, you were in the clear for now.
Making your way downstairs, Hange trailing behind you on the stairs, you laughed amongst yourselves. However, that laughter died out immediately as you spotted Levi stood in your living room with his arms crossed, and an unreadable expression on his face.
The atmosphere very suddenly changed, the smile on your face dropped and Hange averted their eyes from their best friend, unable to look him in the eye, putting their hands into their pockets. The shamed guilt was written all over their face.
"Uh—" you tried breaking the silence, but the words got caught in your throat, Levi's glare was too haunting. There was no way in hell he didn't just hear you two fucking, and watched silently as you and Hange ignorantly made your blissful way downstairs. Your heart dropped, tears brimming your eyes as you waited for him to speak. Knowing that the peaceful bubble you and Hange had been in was about to be nastily ripped open.
"Well?" He finally spoke, eyes landing between you and Hange expectantly, "You got nothing to say?"
That last part was targeted especially towards Hange, who lifted their head to look at their best friend for the first time since both came down.
"Levi, I-I'm sorry—" Hange was trying so hard not to cry, "I didn't mean to break the promise, I'm sorry, it just—"
"Levi, stop this madness—we're both adults and I love Hange. You don't need to make them grovel and feel like shit," You bit out, sure, you felt a little bad, but this was way over the top. You weren't doing anything wrong. Neither was Hange.
"You love Hange?" He spat out, face tensing.
"Fuck's sake, yes! And for the record, the feeling is mutual, okay, we're dating— it's not like we're just fucking around for the hell of it."
"I see,"
"I know the promise means a lot to you, Lev," Hange stepped a little closer to you, and your gaze softened as they braved out a little smile at you, "But.. this is different,"
Levi stared at the both of you, almost apathetic. He looked down and sighed, tutting, "I knew this was gonna fucking happen,"
"Levi—"
"Stop, I'm... not angry." He rubbed two fingers over his nose bridge, "It's just a little weird, seeing it. Hearing it is a different matter, I'm gonna need fucking therapy for that,"
Hange cheeks burned, he could've just omitted the fact that he heard it, we all know he did, was voicing it out loud necessary?
"You're not mad?"
"I'm annoyed that you both lied to me, but I get it," he shrugged, "Just.. please be quiet from now on? And for the love of god if you have any arguments—don't come to me, I really don't wanna know."
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#umm ok#this is probably my longest one shot#im weirdly proud of it?#i also find it v hot ngl 😭😭#enjoy#cos ik i did#lesbian#hange zoe x reader#hanji zoe x reader#hange zoe#hanji zoe#attack on titan smut#hange zoe x reader smut#lesbian smut#attack on titan#requested
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kerosene (part 3) // ellie williams
*・゜゚・* summary: the one where it's her birthday.
*・゜゚・* pairing: jackson!ellie x reader
*・゜゚・* content: sfw. joel likes dad rock (of course) and so do you! (a little)
*・゜゚・* length: 0.5k
this is part three of this series! find part one here
fun fact the stereophonics reference in this is all my dad's fault! when i was 13 we went on a roadtrip together and the only CD in his car was the graffiti on a train album because he forgot to bring any other music, so we just listened to it over and over. i was listening to that album for the first time as an adult around the same time i wrote this and just thought it was very joel and ellie of us... maybe she'd appreciate it. idk. anyway
after that, you get a lot closer again. even more so than before — although, it’s rare that you’re actually alone. you’re not sure if you’re thankful for it, or hate it. you tend to pass your time with jesse and dina, the foursome that temporarily drifted back in full swing.
it’s a lot of hanging out aimlessly, listening to music, watching movies — you spend most of your free time together, and it’s nice. you feel grateful for the friends you have, that in this fucked up world you ended up in relative safety, surrounded by people you genuinely get along with.
however, it also complicates things. while you love that you and ellie are closer than ever, you hate how much it makes your feelings develop. you feel like there’s more at stake, now. if you were to tell her how you feel and it wasn’t mutual, you don’t even want to think how it would mess up your friendship. mess the group up.
so, you keep it to yourself. you go through the motions: spending time together, trying not to read into every little thing. trying not to let your eyes linger on her. trying not to sit too close to her, or laugh too hard at her shitty fucking jokes.
for her birthday, you make her a mixtape. you try and act nonchalant about it, but don’t tell anyone the way you painstakingly went through your entire music collection, imagining ellie listening to it, picking out the songs you think she’d like the most. all in all, it takes you a good while to put together. you make a cover for it, too, covered in little doodles, ‘for ellie :)’ written in the middle.
you get shy giving it to her. it’s later on in the day, and several of you are having a small gathering for the occasion. you pass it over with a coy smile, reveling in the way her face lights up once she realizes what it is.
“wait, what the fuck?” she asks with a grin, turning the tape around to look at the tracklist you’d written out.
“i tried to pick stuff i thought you’d listen to,” you comment, flitting your eyes between ellie and your present, hand nervously coming up to scratch at your neck.
“dude, this is… so cool. seriously. this is the best gift ever.”
you shrug, meeting her eyes for a second with a warm smile, watching as jesse picks the tape from ellie’s fingers, studying the cover before showing it to dina. the two of them let out teasing awws, making your cheeks burn even more. the way that dina looks at you feels almost knowing.
it gets passed around the room, you wanting to sink into the floor at the way you feel a small spectacle is being made.
you take note of the way joel smiles lopsidedly at the doodled cover, saying, “that’s a good one,” tapping the title of a stereophonics song you’d included.
ellie stands up, snatching the tape back with a chuckle before sitting down and looking over the cover again herself, a content expression on her face. she looks over at you, meeting your eyes with a genuine smile.
“thank you,” she says, holding the gift up. “this is… this is so awesome of you.”
your smile widens, and you can practically feel the affection in your gaze. you know you need to tone it down, but you don’t really care. “don't mention it.”
#tlou#tlou2#ellie williams#ellie williams fluff#ellie x reader#ellie x you#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams x you#ellie williams tlou2#wlw fic#lesbian fic#my writing#livvieloveswomen#seraphicsentences#lvlymicha#sapphicarribean#chappellroankisser#lil-elliesgf#thatgiraffefromtlou#xnalux
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New Year/ New Fic
Relationship: David x Reader
Fandom: The Lost Boys
Request: No
Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Neglectful Parents, Smoking, Alcohol Consumption
Word Count: 1,443
Main Masterlist: Here
The Lost Boys Masterlist: Here
Summary: A simple evening out at his girlfriend’s house that ends with a new tradition being started.
Consider Donating: Here
When David took off for the evening, his brothers could not resist the opportunity to make fun of him. They had been out on the boardwalk when David made a call on the pay phone nearby. He had not seen his girl all that evening and it concerned him. Not that he would ever admit that to his pack.
She was, unfortunately, stuck at a holiday party that her family was throwing. Uncharacteristically, he offered to at least come hang out, if not take her away from the scene entirely. Her laugh that came out made him smile softly. Tucking himself in further to the booth so that no one could catch it, David let her know that he would be at her house in twenty minutes.
All he gave his brothers, who were hanging near the bikes again, was that he would be back before sunrise. And then, he was off. Tearing down the concrete streets of Santa Carla, David just had one goal in mind. Weaving in and out of lanes while the lights flashed by. It was almost serene for him. One of the few joys that was able to bring him peace.
Pulling up to her house, David put the kickstand down on his bike while seeing all the different cars already littering the yard, driveway, and street. He lit up a cigarette as he walked around to the back of the house where her bedroom window was. Stubbing out the smoke that he had quickly in haled, not wanting to stain her room with smoke and risk her parents putting her on lockdown, David made the quick ascension up to the glass. Inside, he saw his girl already beginning to shut the door as a tired sigh left her. Tapping with one claw, he was rewarded with a smile.
“David!” She exclaimed quietly, rushing over to open the latch on her window.
“Welcome inside,” came her whisper as she let him float in. It was a small thing, but she knew that if he were ever caught in her house, it might just save him.
“Hey, kitten.” He pulled her not his arms, burying his face in her hair. While she nuzzled into his chest, pulling in a whiff of cigarette and cologne to hide the dead body smell, David got to breathe in her strawberries and cream hair products.
“I missed you.” She stated even though they came out muffled because of her position.
“And I missed you. What’s going on?” David led them over and plopped both bodies on the bed, draping her over his chest.
“Same old, same old. My parents are instant on selling me off to that Johnson kid. You know, the one with the CEO rich dad that lives in the mansion on the hill?”
“Yeah, I know the one. Always has a new girl on his arm at the boardwalk.” He added softly, kissing her hair.
“Well, mommy and daddy dearest want me to marry that boy so that they can hopefully get a better social status. I just hate the politics of that world.” She lamented, sighing softly.
After a moment of silence, David spoke up again. “How much have your parents drank tonight?”
“Oh, they won’t realize that I’m gone. If that’s what you’re wondering. But I’d say, give it another twenty before we actually leave. Then they’ll really be out of their minds.”
David chuckled, but just got her snuggled into his chest more. For the next twenty odd minutes, the couple jut laid there, chatting softly and letting the time pass. They were in no rush as they wanted the other’s downstairs to be focused on what they were doing that no one bothered looking upstairs. As the noise grew louder below, the couple began to rise.
“I think the coast is clear. Come on.” She stated, pulling her boyfriend from the bed. Before she could go out the window though, David pulled her back, causing her to stumble. However, the hand that landed on her jaw stabilized her, but also drew her in for a deep kiss.
Parting after she needed air, the woman was left breathless. “Been waiting all night for that.”
David’s comment made her giggle. “Well, come on, Romeo. I wanna get going.”
Stepping ahead of her, the vampire left the room first, floating above the windowsill. All this did was make his human girlfriend roll her eyes.
“Okay, we get it. You have cool powers. God, you’re not special.” But her words held no malice.
Scooping her up in his arms, David safely brought her down to the ground, before round the corner of the house. Saddling the bike, no sooner had she wrapped her arms around him that he took off back towards the pier. He still sped the bike up far beyond what the legal limit was, but he did make sure to take corners a little softer with her on the back. She was still fragile.
In record time, David had made it down to the pier, where he caught his brothers finally getting back on their bikes themselves. No words were needed as everyone caught sight of who had rolled up. They just followed after him. This was the kind of celebration that she was needing. Not stuck in a boring house, with parents that tried to act better than everyone else. She just needed her David, his pack, and the cave.
It was a special place for her, the cave. She remembered when David had first brought her down here, and explained the story. No matter how many times he told it, it was always a joy to listen to. As soon as David sat down n his beloved chair, she was yanked into his lap while everyone went to do their own thing for a minute.
He was much more relaxed her in the cave, rather than on the boardwalk. Although that could have been because he finally had his girlfriend in his lap. Marko passed around some food, which she was more than grateful for. The small courses that she had been served at her house were unbearable, so the rice was a nice reprieve from hunger.
David listened as she spoke about her week, picking up from where they left off in her bedroom. But as he did, a strange feeling came over him. A feeling he had almost forgotten he could feel. So, as he listened, he had Marko bring him the bottle. David had told her before what this was, but he did not want another Star situation, so he was waiting till she was ready. However, asking again could not hurt right?
When she took a break from yapping, slightly feeling bad that she had spent so long talking, David spoke. “Kitten, have you given our situation anymore thought?”
She paused, and set her fork down into her rice. Settling her eyes on his chest, she truly thought hard about it. For weeks, she had made a list of pros and cons, weighing each choice carefully. But the thought of being made to marry the Johnson kid, who was a serial cheater made her skin crawl.
“Let me show you what life is supposed to be.” David whispered softly, pressing the words into her neck as he kissed it.
“Guess there are worse things to ring in the new year with.” She stated, after a long moment. The biggest grin spread across David’s face. His eyes lit up and looked like sparkling gems in the dim light.
“Really? You’ll do it?” His asks were almost that of disbelief, like he could not believe that she was finally joining them.
“I would rather be with you, David, than my parents any day of the week. You care for me. All of you down here do. I don’t get that above. I’d be thrilled to join you.” Surging forward, the bleach blonde vampire smashed their lips together as he stood with her in his arms. Their food went tumbling, but they did not care. David spun them around, unable to contain his joy. Setting her down, he disconnected from her for but a moment to retrieve the bottle at the side of his chair.
“There’s only one thing left to do, kitten.” He popped the top, and took a swig, relishing the taste on his tongue. Hooded eyes gazed into her own as she took the bottle from in, and in a beat of confidence drank some down.
Distant cheers reached their ears, but the happy couple could only stand there together. This was going to be the best year for them yet.
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Tech Tuesday: Ransom Drysdale
A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty's December Daze Challenge.
Prompt: can i put my cold hands up your sweater for warmth?
Word Count: ~1.3k
Warnings: Alcohol consumption. Please let me know if I missed any!
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The bar isn't as crowded as you'd feared. Usually you spend New Year's Eve in the comfort of your own home where no one can judge you for going to sleep at a decent time. But Ransom had insisted that going to a random bar full of strangers was his New Year's Eve tradition. You probably would have fought him a bit harder but you were still recovering from Christmas.
Ransom knew you were trying to reach out to your family again. That you'd hoped to make progress with them over Christmas. When you came back to the office the day after he saw through your fake smile. He's not pushing for details, part of being a good friend, right? But he can at least hang around so there's someone you can talk to if needed. He'd hoped that going to a bar and picking out potential kissers would be a good distraction for you.
At least until you confessed you'd never had a New Year's Eve kiss before.
"I've told you my parents were...fundamentalists," you griped. "There are some aspects of it that I'm not sure I'll ever be able to shake. Like kissing some random guy being a bad idea."
"Well, what if you get to know the guy first?" Ransom thinks. "Just don't lead with 'never had a New Year's Kiss'. That'll just bring out the weirdos."
That makes you half smile. "Yeah, definitely wouldn't want my first kiss to be with a stranger."
Ransom's brow furrows in confusion, "you mean first New Year's Eve kiss, right?"
"That too," you casually confess before taking a long sip of your Pretty In Pink cocktail.
Ransom gives you a look you can't decipher before saying, "maybe this was a mistake."
"No! It's a new year, it can be a new experience, another aspect of the old me that I let go."
"Only if you're certain now, before you've had too much to drink."
"Aren't you supposed to get drunk first? Liquid courage and all that?"
Ransom hesitates. It wasn't that long ago he'd be the first to encourage you to kiss whatever creep came along, just to spite your parents. Encourage you to be more like him, playing life like a game without consequences. But he's not that guy anymore. Right? At the very least, you're too good a person to be mimicking his behaviors.
He lets out an exasperated sigh, "no. You're telling me now, while you're sober and thinking relatively straight, if you really want to do this. Before you take another sip of that drink."
You give Ransom your best pout and you see him bristling. "I just wanna have some fun, Ran," you pout.
"Maybe this was a mistake," he shakes his head.
"No! You participated in my Friendsgiving tradition, I want to participate in one of your traditions! You said this is something you do every year and I want to participate!"
"We can spend the evening here, but we're gonna both forgo the kissing part," Ransom concedes. "We'll just get drunk and raise a toast at midnight, okay?"
You pout for real this time. "Why is it such a big deal? It's just a first kiss. Aren't women today supposed to be empowered to kiss whoever they want?"
Ransom considers his words. "You're right that you don't need permission to kiss anyone you want. I just...Something I've been trying to work on is reducing my family-induced cynicism. I know from experience that if you treat kisses like they're nothing, they can lose their meaning. I...I want better for you. Better for my friend."
Knowing how difficult it is for Ransom to talk about these things you stop pouting. "Okay," you nod. "Just a toast to bring in the new year."
"Thank you," he sighs, looking a bit more relaxed.
"How about we start the evening with a toast?" you offer, raising your glass. "A toast to friendship and new beginnings?"
Ransom raises his beer bottle, "and to not letting our past dictate our future."
You clink your drinks together and take a sip.
A couple hours and several drinks later you're feeling a little woozy. Ransom offers to go get the refills but you're adamant that it's your turn to do so. He's a bit tipsy himself, you've never seen him smile so much, and he agrees to let you go.
You give your order to the bartender and hold onto the bar to steady yourself when you feel a presence to your left. A tall man in a blue suit leans on the bar next to you. He's pretty handsome, even with the stubble. It actually works with his short hair. He turns to you and you struggle not to gasp at how pretty blue his eyes are.
"Oh, sorry if I'm crowding you," he smiles.
"No, not at all," you giggle.
"You here with your boyfriend?" he asks, gesturing to Ransom.
"Friend," you tell him.
His smile widens, "I'm Nick."
You give him your name as heat rushes to your face. This handsome man is talking with you!
"Got any plans for midnight? It's coming up in just an hour or so," Nick asks.
"A toast!" you say a little too loudly.
He gives you a mock frown, "no kiss?"
"No kisses! Just a toast. Ransom's idea."
"Ransom your friend?"
"Yup! And he's great! Once you get to know him."
"Yeah? Would you be up for introducing me? Letting me get to know him?"
"Sure! He could use more friends and you seem the friendly type!"
"That I am," he smirks.
The bartender brings you your drinks and you pay for them before making your way back to Ransom. Nick is very helpful at keeping you steady on your feet.
Back at the table you beam at Ransom, "I made a new friend! His name is Nick."
Nick holds out his hand to Ransom and says, "nice to meet you Hugh."
Ransom's smile is gone and whatever buzz he'd been feeling is greatly diminished. He grabs your hand, "we're going. Now."
"What? Why?" you pout. But Ransom gives you a look that pierces your drunken haze enough that you're grabbing your coat to go with him.
Ransom's jaw is clenched and he's practically dragging you out of the bar. Risking a glance back at Nick you see him smiling smugly, making you feel even more confused.
Once outside Ransom takes a breath of the cold air to steady himself. The plan was to walk back to your place since it was so close to the bar but now he's not sure. What if that asshole follows and makes things worse for you?
"C'mon," he tells you, taking your arm. "We're going to catch a cab back to my place."
"I don't like your place," you drunkenly confess. "It's so bare."
"Well then I'll make sure to get some interior decorating advice from you while we're there tonight, okay?"
You giggle at the thought but then you shiver, "Ransom, it's cold out here and I don't have my gloves."
"We're going to get a cab soon enough," he promises as he walks down the sidewalk, pulling you along with him.
"What's gotten into you? Oh, why did Nick call you Hugh? Is that what set you off?"
"Sort of," he grunts, looking everywhere for a cab. He doesn't want to use a Lyft or Uber in case this Nick character decides to share in on it.
"My hands are cold," you whine. "Can i put my cold hands up your sweater for warmth?"
"When we get into the cab, sure."
You giggle, "I'm gonna hold you to that."
Ransom's barely gotten you into the back of the cab before you shove your hands underneath his sweater, making him yipe.
"Mmm, so warm. You gently squeeze his belly and snuggle close. "Even better than a plushie," you murmur as you start to fall asleep.
Ransom half carries you into his apartment and you give a little squeal when you see the Sweater Pusheen you'd gotten him sitting in a chair.
"You kept it?"
"Of course I did," Ransom admits. "Makes for good company."
You start to tear up, "I thought you hated it because I never saw it after I gave it to you."
"It's a nice gift and I like to have it around. Kept me from getting too lonely at Christmas."
You wrap your arms around Ransom with such force he falls back onto the couch. He tries to unclasp your arms from around him but you're holding tight so he waits for a few moments, letting you get the hug out of your system. Normally you ask permission but he's not going to begrudge you being a happy drunk.
He chuckles and rolls his eyes when he hears your soft snoring and resigns himself to a night on the couch. He looks at you softly and kisses the top of your head. There are worse ways to bring in the new year, he figures.
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“touching toes”
rafe cameron social media au
“he’s over more and more, had to give him a whole drawer. to be honest, kinda like seeing his trainers by the door.” — olivia dean, ‘touching toes’.
synopsis: after finishing her fashion studies at college in nyc, y/n moves to outerbanks to live with her grandparents. she worries about the loneliness that comes with being in a new place, knowing only her cousin topper and other relatives… that is until she is acquainted with a certain cameron.
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sarah had fallen asleep. eye mask on, ear plugs in; she couldn’t be woken, she was deep in slumber.
“you’ve been ignoring me,” rafe spoke up, finally addressing the unspoken words that built up between you both.
“i could say the same to you.”
“touché,” he nodded, a smirking creeping up on his lips, “but i had my reasons, you left my celebrations after all.”
“i had a headache, i told you that.”
“and yet you could still hang out with pope?” he teased, though you could tell he was serious in what he was saying, “i’m hurt.”
“i’m not going over this again, rafe,” you sighed, “you know pope is with cleo.”
thinking, rafe chewed on his bottom lip: not knowing where to go with the conversation, an argument seeming to be around every corner.
there was a pause, before he admitted, “i really haven’t fucked sofia, by the way.”
you nodded, pursing your lips, “okay.”
“you believe me, right?”
“mhm.”
his palm placed itself upon your knee, the warmth of his skin feeling both familiar and foreign at the same time. rubbing his thumb in circular motions, he caressed your soft skin before smiling, “friends?”
there it was again… friends.
your smile faltered, though not enough for him to see. letting out a deep breath you bit your lip, before agreeing with him, “friends.”
rafe brought his hand to your hair, messily rustling with it as you let out a laugh, swatting his arm away.
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Explosive Night, Explosive Love.
Nanami x reader
cw: total nsfw
Advanced happy New Year, darlings! I hope y'all have a happy eve and new year !!
♡♡♡
The city buzzed with excitement outside -fireworks bursting in vibrant colors, distant cheers echoing through the air. But the atmosphere in your bedroom was far more electric.
Nanami stood at the edge of the bed, his shirt hanging open, tie discarded on the floor, and his belt unfastened, hanging loosely around his pants. His sharp gaze roamed over your body sprawled out on the mattress, wearing nothing but the lingerie you'd teased him with all night.
"You've been pushing my buttons," he muttered, his voice low, controlled, but laced with a dangerous edge. "Did you think I wouldn't notice the way you touched my thigh under the table? The way you 'accidentally' brushed against me?"
Your lips curled into a playful smirk. "Maybe I wanted to see if you'd do something about it."
Nanami's jaw ticked, and in a flash, he was on you, his large hands gripping your thighs and yanking you to the edge of the bed. You yelped, but the sound turned into a gasp when his mouth was on your neck, sucking and biting down just enough to make your head spin.
"You wanted me to do something?" he rasped against your skin. His fingers hooked under your panties, dragging them down your legs with agonizing slowness. "You'll regret asking for this."
"I hope you know," he murmured, his voice husky as his fingers trailed over the thin fabric of your panties, "the fireworks won't be the only ones exploding tonight."
He dropped to his knees, his warm breath brushing against your inner thighs. You barely had time to process the look in his eyes-predatory, focused-before his tongue pressed flat against your clit, dragging upward in one slow, deliberate stroke.
"Oh, fuck," you moaned, your hands flying to his hair, tugging as his tongue worked magic on your clit. He hummed against you, sending vibrations straight to your core, his lips wrapping around the sensitive bud and sucking with enough. pressure to make your toes curl.
"You're so wet already," he groaned, his voice muffled as his tongue delved deeper, lapping up every bit of your arousal. "You've been waiting for this all night, haven't you? So desperate to have my mouth on your pretty little pussy."
"Yes, darling, yes-"
Your pleas were cut off when he slipped two fingers into your soaked entrance, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot inside you. The combination of his mouth and fingers was overwhelming, the heat coiling tighter and tighter in your stomach.
But just as you were about to come undone, he pulled away, leaving you a trembling, whining mess.
"Nanami—what the fuck?" you gasped, your voice breathless and needy.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his smirk downright sinful as he stood and shed the rest of his clothes. "You don't get to come yet," he said, stroking his thick, hard cock as he climbed onto the bed. "Not until I've had my fun."
Your legs instinctively parted for him, and he chuckled darkly, lining himself up with your entrance. The stretch was immediate, his girth forcing your walls to accommodate every inch as he slid in slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside you.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his head falling back, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Like you were made for me."
You whimpered, the fullness almost too much, but the pleasure quickly outweighed the discomfort as he began to move, his hips snapping against yours in a steady, punishing rhythm.
"You wanted me to fuck you louder than the fireworks?" he taunted, his hand wrapping around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your vision blur. "Then scream for me, sweetheart. Let them all know who's making you feel this good."
Each thrust was deep and deliberate, the fat head of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you over and over until your moans. turned into cries of his name. The sound of skin slapping against skin, his grunts, and your breathless screams filled the room, drowning out the distant explosions outside.
When his thumb found your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles, you shattered around him, your walls clenching so tightly that it pulled a loud, guttural groan from his lips.
"That's it," he growled, his pace quickening, chasing his own release. "Come on my cock like the good girl you are."
Your nails raked down his back as you came again, your body trembling beneath him. The sight of you undone, your head thrown back, and his name spilling from your lips was enough to send him over the edge. With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his release spilling hot and thick as he groaned your name.
Collapsing beside you, his chest heaving, Nanami pulled you close, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "Happy New Year, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice rough but tender.
You smiled, snuggling into his warmth. "Happy New Year, Kento."
And as the fireworks lit up the night sky, you couldn't help but think that nothing could compare to the explosion of pleasure you'd just shared.
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The Sonic Movie Franchise and The Found Family Trope
A personal request by my dear moot and friend @writer--in--theory, which I am entirely happy to deliver on.
Feel free to point out inconsistencies or anything you think I can improve on in my analysis.
Alright, so, the Found Family trope. Extremely popular and very well done, along with one of the tropes I find the most fulfilling to write in to fanfiction.
As I, and I believe most people in fandom, consider the Sonic movies to be an AU, I’m not going to be comparing specific relationships or characterization to any other games or media, other than that the familial aspect is more apparent in these films than in most games, and I haven’t read enough of the comics, either Archie or IDW to develop opinions as to those.
The Sonic movies do a fascinating job at truly displaying and fleshing out that found family trope that is more of a notion or behavioral quirk between characters in most games. They aren’t given as much concrete development in games as the movies have allowed, since the Sonic games focused more on the gameplay aspect rather than a more slice-of-life/slower storyline (a story that takes its time to create relationships between characters) that found families are most often found in.
I'm going to go by specific character relationships, and connect them as needed.
Sonic's Characterization
The first Sonic movie begins with Sonic losing his only parental figure, an extremely traumatic event that leaves a hole in him for the rest of the series and leaves him to fend for himself during his most formative years. He grows up alone, but retains the sassy, care-free demeanor.
I believe the reason he's still so outwardly unaffected by that trauma is that he coped for much of the unseen years between Longclaw's death and formally meeting the Wachowskis through exploring the world. He finds a home in Green Hill because he sees a home in the Wachowskis. We know that he had already been "spying" on them for a while and hanging around their house without them knowing. And he feels that longing for a home, a family, for what he had with Longclaw, and he wants that back.
But he is still aware of what he is, of how they might see him, as only an alien. And that is what keeps him away, that fear of the possibility and being rejected again, being alone again. So he's content with just viewing their life, imagining himself with Tom and Maddie.
I think that's one of my favorite parts of Movie!Sonic. Despite many of his characterizations by the fandom is as an emotionally unavailable character, Movie!Sonic is emotionally intelligent, whether already or as a result of having to grow up too soon. To take care of himself early on, and as much as he may boast or pride that he is totally fine having fun and running around the world, he is, in the end, running to escape the possibility of standing still and realizing that he is still incredibly lonely. While he may not explicitly say it, much of that initial montage in his cave and at Tom and Maddie's movie night, from the outside always looking in, he is aware of what he feels. However, that fear keeps him away.
It pushes him to the baseball diamond, and him running to escape the emotions, the memories, and his imagination, creates that very first outburst of incredible energy and power that alerts the real danger (GUN).
It's only the possibility of being found out by an unknown danger, being attacked and forced out of his cave, out of his home yet again, that forces him to finally act. Not quite meet the Wachowskis yet, as that isn't his intention.
But he does knowingly go to the only other place he feels safe at. The Wachowski's home.
He realizes that he needs to run to escape this danger, doing what Longclaw's last words bade him do before she sacrificed herself for him, but is found by Tom (and promptly shot with a tranquilizer, but, y'know, it starts rocky sometimes!!).
As for the Wachowski's, as original characters we have nothing to expect of them. But they are immediately charming and unique and, while understandably wary of Sonic at first, immediately realize the danger he's in and want to help him.
Sonic and Tom Wachowski
An obvious father-son relationship within the overarching found family (which will eventually include Tails and Knuckles, but I'll get to them later). However, Tom's interactions with Sonic are written in a way that feels incredibly sincere and I think their believability together made my skepticism for humans being related to Sonic (as a character and as a story) disappear.
Tom is obviously skeptical as well at first, especially after finding out that Sonic had just been spying on them for years. But when he learns of Sonic’s past and how he’s been alone for all of the years after that, he understands. He wants to protect Sonic from whoever is hunting him, from experiencing that loneliness again, and after getting to know that little blue blur, is willing to do anything to make sure that Sonic is safe, that he has a home.
And Sonic is bracing for the inevitable rejection again, after he chooses to stay in Green Hill and not escape to a new world, near the end of the movie.
But they surprise him by showing him that they want him to stay, setting up a whole room for him, and allowing him to be a kid!! He doesn’t have to be alone anymore, because he has a family who wants to take care of him, who cares about him and would literally throw the rest of their life to the side to care for this little hedgehog who crashed into their life one day.
There isn’t enough content between Maddie and Sonic only for me to give her a section as well, but she definitely feels the same. The protectiveness she feels is just as strong.
Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles
Sonic and Tails
Now, for the even better found family relationship. Sorry, as much as I love Tom and Sonic, these two will forever be my heart.
Tails, in the movie, is also coming from another planet, bullied and ostracized from his village most of his life for the mutation causing his double tails. He hears news of a blue speedster and, beginning to practically idolize him, uses his capability with technology to track Sonic down. While it’s barely explained why Tails is looking for Sonic in the first place, he is clearly expecting for something to happen to Sonic, saying that he hopes he “isn’t too late.” What exactly, he’s worried about, isn’t explained either, and he and Sonic are pulled into the race to find the Master Emerald against Robotnik and Knuckles.
Tails is, thankfully, not characterized as naive or too young to be responsible, which I am glad for, as I was initially worried that they’d infantilize him as a result of him just being a younger kid. He wants to prove himself, rather, and shows his skills through his gadgetry and eagerness to help Sonic, and his initial adoration and interest in Sonic changes into something more brotherly. Tails was inspired by Sonic and saw someone who was clearly different, other. Just like him. And he thought that if Sonic could be great, then maybe he could too, and his otherness didn’t have to stop him.
My favorite scene for this is when they’re in the inn in Siberia, and both of them are finally able to see a more relaxed, actual child-like version of the other.
Sonic is told that he’s Tails’ first real friend, the first person to truly care about him, and to not judge him for his appearance or his interest in tech. And Tails is surprised by this fact, not sure at first if Sonic is being genuine, but once realizing that he is, hugs Sonic and reveals the parts of himself, the feelings and his past, that he hid and felt shame for for so long.
Sonic and Knuckles
Sonic and Knuckles have a classic rivals to friends relationship and it was probably one of my favorite parts of the movie besides Sonic and Tails being absolutely adorable.
Knuckles is another character who is alone, the last of his kind, a race of fierce warriors and protectors, who value loyalty, strength, and honor above all. He’s seemingly destined for a solitary life, much like Sonic assumed himself to be, from the beginning of the movie, and his lack of knowledge of the world he is adjusting to allows him to be taken advantage of by Robotnik so easily.
(Christ, loneliness and loss is a really reoccurring theme, and I haven’t even gotten to Shadow yet)
Knuckles is only able to truly interact with and talk with Sonic after he is betrayed by Robotnik, breaking one of his key values and shattering his worldview and who he believed was the right side. However, he fully expects Sonic to leave him behind as well after the temple battle, the flood overtaking him. But Sonic, seeing only someone who was taken advantage of and who also lost everything he loved, chooses to save him, nearly sacrificing himself in the process. Knuckles also saves Sonic as well, after realizing that Sonic didn’t swim to the surface with him.
Sonic chooses to deliberately ignore that Knuckles was apart of the tribe that killed Longclaw, letting it bring them together in grief instead of driving them apart, and doesn’t care that Knuckles has been attacking him since they met, as Sonic understands why and forgives him for that. Knuckles doesn’t understand, at first, why Sonic saved him in the first place, but when Sonic explains his hero concept and that he needs to take responsibility for others and couldn’t just let Knuckles die, Knuckles sees who Sonic is.
And a mutual respect is gained.
Knuckles, while he is incredibly blunt, deliberate, and honest, understands this. He sees a pure will that he admires in Sonic.
Altogether . .
The third movie only strengthens their bond, as both Tails and Knuckles have been accepted into the family, as the Wachowski’s are happy to adopt another couple of super powered alien kids.
Tails and Knuckles, while still sidelined due to Shadow’s storyline, are key factors in how their team functions and they work the best together. This is a result of the familial relationship formed in the time between movies 2 and 3, as they, during that time, are able to live together and learn from each other.
While they do have a 3rd act separation that I was worried about, it’s established that it’s only allowed through the trust formed between Sonic and Knuckles. Which they handled perfectly, as it wasn’t out of character and wasn’t even malicious, it was a result of the trust between all three of them. They all suffered when Tom was critically injured, they all watched the ambulance drive off with the same, devastated look. They had become so close over these few months together.
Their relationship becomes the most adorable and genuine of sibling relationships, as they are all able to bond over discovering the world, learning and playing and being allowed to be kids. I know I emphasized this before but I will do it again: What makes this found family so incredibly strong is that all of them are able to learn from each other, to build and grow alongside each other and they have all greatly affected each other’s lives in ways that changed them for the better.
Their shared experiences of otherness, of loss, of grief, brought them together into warmer emotions of family, of friendship, of trust.
That is the basis of a found family. People brought together through mutual respect, understanding, and love.
Outside of Sonic-related relationships . . .
Shadow and Maria
Shadow crashed into Earth from a meteorite and supposedly spent the first moments of his life on Earth in a lab, in a tube, isolated but for scientists who would stare and write and run tests and treat him as, honestly, less than a being with a conscience.
The time before Maria was probably extremely lonely, despite him being surrounded by people, setting a precedent that Shadow would assume that humans wouldn’t want anything to do with him, didn’t care about him aside for his powers.
But when he meets Maria, she immediately interacts with him, smiles and mocks him playfully, not for the purpose of analyzing him, but just because he was another kid in the lab, and she wanted to be friends out of pure interest for who Shadow was, not his alien blood.
The montages of their time together in the lab, spent having fun running around the halls, Maria introducing Shadow to dancing and music and sweets and movies and everything he would never have gotten to experience if not for her, only reinforce their close bond, the family he found with her. She was the only one who could understand him in the lab, probably in his whole life, as we have no clue what happened before he crashed to Earth.
The rooftop scene is my personal favorite, as Shadow feels comfortable, safe enough, to confide in Maria about his self-consciousness, his fear that his power will make him only terrifying, only a monster.
Maria comforts him, telling him that he can choose who he wants to be for himself, that he’ll know who he wants to be in his heart. She teaches him that his purpose and life doesn’t have to be dictated by what he possesses or what he appears to be, as his actions and decisions are what truly matter.
That even when a star has long since faded, their light still shines.
This barely concealed metaphor for the effect your life can have on the people you know is beautifully poetic, and reminds Shadow, near the end, of what his true goal should’ve been.
That Maria would have never wanted him to hurt others, to destroy the world, in order to avenge her. Because she loved the world. And Shadow would never want to destroy what she loved.
They make me hurt in the best way. Maria’s line about a star’s light still shining even after it’s long since faded breaks me every time.
Agent Stone and Ivo Robotnik
I know that this isn’t necessarily found family in the familial sense, but if you don’t ship them or believe them to be romantic, don’t worry, this further analysis is purely from a non-shipping perspective.
While the power dynamic is clearly tilted towards Ivo, and I think this acknowledgement of the relationship is very one-sided in the way that Stone is very aware of how he feels towards Ivo, with his devotion and willingness to do whatever it takes for Ivo, while Ivo does not outwardly admit how attached he’d become to his agent, his presence and intelligence, and that he appreciates and needs Stone’s company. Ivo has never spoken his feelings aloud while Stone has practically worn them on his sleeve.
My point is that the third movie, in terms of Ivo’s plot, outlines the choice between blood relations and your chosen family.
Ivo has a chosen family, which consists of only Stone. He’s never had a true family before, no blood relatives, no parents to speak of, and when he discovers Gerald, who may be the first blood family he’s ever had, he begins to value blood over chosen, leaving Stone to pursue a life with his grandpappy over him.
However, when it’s revealed that Gerald never cared about Ivo in the first place, only needing him to be able to achieve his goal of destroying the world in order to avenge Maria, even going far enough to say that Ivo could never be Maria. Could never be what Maria was to Gerald. Ivo realizes the mistake he’s made.
Ivo has his hero moment, to attempt to redirect the Eclipse Cannon’s impending explosion, that “if he can’t rule the world, he might as well save it.” He is still, as much as he may say he hates it, affected by his humanity.
And when giving his final livestream, he finally speaks aloud the feelings, the effect Stone has had on him, in his own words that he knew Stone would know the true, sincere meaning of. That he truly did value him and care about him (“I love the way you make them”), which wasn’t even just about the work Stone did for him, but also what Stone brought to his life, that consolation and trust.
Ivo said that Stone was the only person in his life he could trust. That he was the only person who truly cared about him. As tragic as that sentiment is, he’s right. Stone loved Ivo unconditionally, and Ivo didn’t realize this, didn’t realize that he also cared for Stone, until it was too late for him, but not too late for him to make sure that Stone lived.
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All in all, the Found Family dynamic, in all of its forms, from parental to siblings to a weird boss-employee relationship, is practically perfect.
These relationships are well-built, developed by shared experiences that characters bond and heal over, mutual respect for each other, a strong trust, and an unconditional love between them.
Oh, the unconditional love is the most important part. Because that is what brings so many people into the found family trope.
Those who are experienced with not getting that constant trust and unbreakable bond from blood, seek that love from others. Build their own family. And the families crafted in these films are beautiful.
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Making out with Charlie in the kitchen of a friends house at a costume party with music in the background….
Charlie Slimecicle x Reader drabble: Costume Party
OH MY GOODDDD. No because the way I was just thinking about this because I saw the photo of Charlie as beast boy again!!!
I only briefly proofread this before posting so oops
Warning: making out at parties, alcohol, suggestive content
Ted had been asking you to go to this party for weeks
“You need to get out more!” He said dramatically during one of your FaceTimes
You guffawed at him, but eventually gave in once he virtually pinky promised to keep you company all night and drive you to the party
He had the biggest shit eating grin when you finally agreed
“Don’t make me regret this!” You scolded him and he held his hands up in surrender
You honestly didn’t put much thought into your costume, you had a raven costume from a Halloween in previous years that had been a hit hanging in your closet
It was the perfect mix of hot, recognizable and low effort
You paired it with dark makeup and some knee high black books, and damn diva you ate
True to his word, Ted picked you up and drove you both to the party
When you finally made it to the party it was overwhelming
The house was huge
Every inch of it was covered in Halloween decorations that honestly all together probably costed more than your rent
The house just screamed YouTuber money
As soon as you entered the house Ted disappeared, “I’ll find you later!! Byeeee!! Have fun!! Mingle!” He yelled over his shoulder as he disappeared into the crowd of people
You spent about half an hour dodging over enthusiastic partygoers, sipping on some sort of alcoholic seltzer, and attempting to make small talk over the music
You managed to make a bit of small talk with others but it was impossible to hear with the bass of the music that shook the entire house
You were starting to wonder why you let Ted drag you to this
Sure you recognized most of the people here but you weren’t particularly close to any of them
You found refuge in the empty kitchen, the only spot in the house that the bass didn’t seem to reach
You sipped on your drink and leaned against the counter
The idea of just calling an uber was becoming more and more appealing by the minute
As soon as you pulled out your phone, the kitchen door swung open
In walked Charlie, calling over his shoulder to someone in the other room as he entered the kitchen
His eyes immediately landed on you and his expression shifted to pure delight
He was dressed as beast boy, his green face paint was slightly smudged and his hair was extra messy from the green hairspray
He strode across the kitchen and stood right in front of you
“Oh my god hey! What are you doing here?” He said with a large grin, his voice a familiar mix of teasing and surprise
He didnt even notice your costume at first and was just solely zoned in on you
Because damn you looked hot
Then he realized
“OH MY GOD! You’re raven!”
He took a step back to really take in your costume
“You had to know I was gonna be beast boy!” He exclaimed and accusingly pointed a finger your way
“ totally, I hacked into your brain and planned this months ago” you replied dryly
He just laughed, the sound just so warm and effortless
“I mean I don’t blame you, I would wanna match with me too” he teased while leaning against the counter next to you
The two of you easily slip back into your familiar banter
Ted had introduced you two a while back and you had hit it off right away
Charlie was handsome, funny, and charming but at the time you had been introduced he had been in a relationship
Now that he was single, you dynamic changed
And it was especially different tonight
Might have been the costumes, maybe it was the energy of the party, or maybe it was just him
So many accidental subtle touches
Brief moments where your hands touch that makes your stomach flip
“You really pull off the whole raven vibe” he complimented during a lull of silence in the conversation
his tone was playful but his gaze lingered a moment too long causing your face to flush
A couple of people wander into the kitchen and compliment you on how great you guys look together
before you can protest Charlie pulls you closer to him by your waist and thanks them
Someone snaps a cute photo of the two of you in your pose
Once the others in the kitchen leave the atmosphere in the kitchen shifts
Charlie’s hand is still rested on your waist
He leans in a little closer to you, his voice soft
“You know, I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight. But I’m glad you came.”
Instead of responding, you leaned in
It was a short hesitant kiss, you pulled away quickly
But before you can say anything, Charlie responds quickly
He pulls you closer with both hands on your waist kisses you, this time deepening the kiss
You pressed yourself closer to him
His hand on your waist tightened slightly and the other ghosted up to your cheek, his thumb resting gently on your skin
The kiss is a bit clumsy but overwhelming earnest, like he can’t believe this is happening
And honestly neither of you can believe that this is actually happening
Charlie turns you so your back is to the counter
The counter digs into your back as Charlie moves forward, leaving no space between your bodies
His fingers slide from your cheek to your hair, tangling in it lightly as he tilts his head for a better angle
His breath hitches slightly when your hands find their way to the back of his neck, pulling him even closer
The kiss becomes more feverish
This is the moment you both have been waiting for
His lips move against yours as if he can’t decide whether to speed up or slow down
Eventually you both break apart for air, your foreheads resting against each other as you try to catch your breath
Your hands stay firmly placed on one another
“Wow” his voice dazed and low “that was -uh- wow”
You both laugh softly
Charlie’s eyes never leave yours, he’s staring at you like you’re the only person in the world
Just as Charlie leaned in for another kiss, the sound of the kitchen door creaking open startled both of you.
You pulled back slightly "I knew it!" Ted's voice cut through the moment
"Charlie, you look like you were just attacked at a goth makeup counter”
Ted then turns and looks at you “ and you look like you’re auditioning for shrek 5”
You instinctively reach up to touch your face, realizing your fingers came away faintly green.
Your face burns with embarrassment
Charlie just shrugs and replies “what can I say Ted we just got really into character”
Ted just cringes and says something along the lines of “gross” underneath his breath before retreating from the kitchen
As soon as Ted leaves you both melt into laughter
“Well that was mortifying” you comment as you use a napkin to try and wipe the green face paint off your cheek
“Could have been worse.” Charlie said while chuckling, gently taking the napkin from your hand and wiping your cheek himself
He finishes wiping your face (not that it helped much)
“So where did we leave off?” He says lowly as he leans in closely to your ear
You shiver as you feel his breath against your ear
“How about we go somewhere where we won’t have to worry about getting caught again?” You suggest
Safe to say charlies never bought and uber quicker
I’m actually obsessed with Charlie as beast boy was so fucking cute, I wanna makeout with his stupid green face 😭
#charlie slimesicle x reader#charlie slimecicle smut#charlie slimecicle#i love chuckle sandwich#chuckle sandwich x reader#chuckle sandwich#I love Charlie slimecicle#Charlie slimecicle as beast boy supremacy
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Musa x Darcy Headcannons
Because I CAN.
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~ Both of them go shopping together quite a lot at the mall. Darcy to get things for potions, books, clothes and things like that. Musa to get music sheets or CDs. Both of them are willingly dragged to each other's interests and just watch with a smile as the other finds some good things in the store.
~ Musa rambles quite a bit daily. Not really about one thing, but get her talking about a story and she will just go into every detail. Like a boomer mom, but in a fun way. Darcy is listening, but god her brain is about to explode and her eye is twitching like please get to the point Musa.
~ Darcy, on the other hand, doesn't really ramble. She says things that are to the point. But get her talking about witchcraft and how it works, and she's already pulled up a blackboard and is happily talking with a small smile on her face.
~ When the two of them hang out, it's very much an introvert hangout. They talk/rant about the things they want to talk about, and then Musa practices on her instruments and Darcy draws or something, and then short conversations are started in between.
~ Musa is an introvert who is an extrovert with the right people/people in general and is outgoing but has a low af social battery. She'll be enjoying hanging out with people for a few hours, when suddenly, she's just like, "Why do I want them to leave/why do I want to leave?"
~ Darcy is very obviously an introvert, unlike Musa who people think is an extrovert. Regardless of whether she likes someone or not, if she's tired and doesn't want to talk, she'll talk less.
~ Tecna and Bloom introduced Musa to some video games, so Musa decides at one point to see how Darcy does with them. Musa doesn't choose Mariokart or the Legend of Zelda, she chooses the most frightening horror game possible.
~ Musa loves horror games/movies and is completely desensitized to them. Gorry ones and all of that. But psychological horror that makes you question your life and sanity forces her to burrito herself into a blanket at night to try to fall asleep (also with Darcy spooning her).
~ Darcy doesn't outright love horror like Musa does, but then again, there are very few movies or TV shows that get her to pay full attention without her having to draw while watching it or something. If someone is watching with her, then she'll pay attention.
~ Darcy enjoys watching horror movies with Musa, and either normal horror or psychological horror won't scare her. The thing that gets Darcy though are jump scares, and she'll flinch like hell during them. That's why Musa choosing a horror video game hardly went well. Darcy's heart rate after that was insane.
~ Both of them (being alternative badasses ofc) go thrifting quite a bit together. Musa goes to the tops and denim stuff, while Darcy goes to the skirt section first because they have good long skirts there.
~ Darcy, along with drawing, also makes jewelry. So Musa would sometimes just find Darcy at her desk or something making a necklace, and Musa is just like, "Ahh babe that looks amazing!"
~ Musa also eventually learns to make some jewelry, and she mainly makes belts or things to hang from her belt loops or things like that.
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Black Coffee
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Chapter Two
Warning: swearing, miscommunication, awkwardness, coffee shop au, modern au
Author's Note: I apologize for the abrupt end to the first chapter. I wasn't sure how to connect the next plot, so I just decided to post it instead of letting it rot in my drafts like I usually do. Enjoy! :)
Previous Chapter - Next Chapter
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Eddie spent the day unpacking more boxes, crushing the cardboard down with his boots. He told himself he had to do four hours of productive work before doing anything fun. However, around hour three, he was hanging up his beloved guitar. As his fingers accidentally brushed against the strings, he couldn't resist the siren call of his instrument.
Eddie indulged in his craft, getting lost in the fluid movements of his fingers and the melodies they produced. Today's setlist was comprised of songs from Rush's catalog, as well as some deep cuts from Metallica and Judas Priest.
It was two hours later when his hand started cramping up, and Eddie placed his prized possession back on its mount. Looking down at his watch, he made the executive decision to treat himself to a coffee.
Could he have made some from the Keurig he'd set up on the counter just hours earlier? Sure, but where's the fun in that? Eddie would much rather take a stroll down to the coffee shop he discovered yesterday. He needed to try the coffee a few more times before making the final verdict on this shop being his favorite.
That's how Eddie wound up ordering another small black coffee in the cozy café. To his disappointment, the girl who took his order yesterday didn't appear to be around. Regardless, Eddie tucked himself into the closest two-seated booth, slowly letting the caffeine seep into his bloodstream with each sip he took. He had to admit, it was really good coffee--just as good as it was the day before.
Despite his appreciation for the sepia-toned ambience and warm atmosphere that the coffee shop had, the sound of the pop music station, other customers' conversations, the espresso grinders, and the whirring of the milk frothers became quite overwhelming for Eddie. Not to mention the tension headache he could feel coming on due to the dim, yet concentrated overhead lighting.
As he went to throw his cup in the garbage, Eddie decided to take a risk.
"Excuse me." he approached the side counter where a chestnut-haired gentleman stood, drying dishes.
"How can I help you, sir?"
"I was just wondering if, uh, the barista with the cool eyeliner was working today."
The man paused for a moment before seemingly putting together who Eddie was talking about.
"No, she's not. Did you want me to take a message?"
"No, that's alright. Thank you."
"Sure thing."
Eddie knew better than to say anything, for fear of coming off as creepy. It was already slightly odd to be asking if a specific employee was working there. Maybe it wasn't as weird as it felt, but every action felt awkward, forced, and out of character for him lately. It's part of the reason why he packed up and relocated to the small town his parents moved to when they retired. There was a therapist he was going to start seeing, one that was actually supposed to help him work through his problems, not just listen to him rant about what was bothering him.
On the walk back to his apartment, Eddie tried to anticipate all the talking points his mother and father would bring up when he went to visit them tomorrow after his first appointment with the new therapist. How was the appointment? Did you tell her everything? Did you finish unpacking? Do you need to go grocery shopping? Did you sleep last night? Are you eating enough? He knew his parents were just looking out for him, wanted to make sure he was doing alright, but Eddie was twenty five years old, he was more than capable of taking care of himself... most of the time.
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8:00am
"Oh my god, you guys," you began in a tizzy. "I almost slid into a ditch on my way here."
"The roads are that bad?" asked Nancy, who'd been at the café since five this morning.
"Yeah," you reached behind your back to tie your apron. "It was really coming down over at my house. I think it's supposed to start here around noon."
12:02pm
The cafe had been steadily busy throughout the day, but the hours still seemed to pass far too slowly for anyone's liking.
Two minutes late, like always, Steve makes his grand entrance, bundled in a navy puffer jacket and a plaid scarf, likely from Ralph Lauren.
"Holy shit," he panted exasperatedly as he hung up his coat and scarf. "I almost ran myself into a ditch."
Nancy's eyebrows quirked as she glanced over at you to see if she was hearing your coworker correctly, but you'd since gone over to help a customer.
Once you returned, you and Steve exchanged stories of your treacherous commutes while Nancy tried to predict which of your fellow baristas scheduled for today would be the next to come in with a similar tale to tell.
"Oh, Y/N, someone was asking for you yesterday."
"Really? Who was it?"
"I didn't get his name, but he just asked if the 'girl with the cool eyeliner' was there."
You thought for a moment, trying to recall if any of your friends from high school or other jobs were slated to be in town this week, but nobody came to mind.
"I have no idea who that could be. Most of the people I know either wear just as crazy of eyeliner as me, or would know me by name. What did he look like?"
"He was probably around our age, maybe older. Long wavy brown hair, leather jacket, had on a shit-ton of rings."
You stood up a bit straighter upon hearing Steve's description of the mystery man. It sounded like the cute guy from a couple days ago... he ordered a black coffee... Eddie! His name was Eddie.
"Did he say anything else?"
"No. Do you know him?"
"That's the guy I was telling you guys about the other night."
"Oh, okay. Yeah, that checks out."
The rest of your shift went by much faster, knowing you'd made just as much of an impression on Eddie as he did on you. Even though he didn't come into the shop by the time you finished your shift, just knowing he wanted to see you was enough to hold you over for a while.
7:03pm
Your phone buzzed. A text from Steve.
Stove: Btw that guy came in an hour after you left
Your phone buzzed again, another text from Steve.
Stove: I gave him your number
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Hey! I saw you were looking for prompts. This list has some lovely ones ^^ If you feel like it, I'd love to read something for Neve/Tez, maybe "turning pages"? No pressure though <3
Thank you!! This was a lot of fun 💛 hope you enjoy it too!
18. Pages turning
The door shuts somewhere behind her, strong steps stamping out damp and cold as their owner shakes herself out no doubt. A quick look out the window confirms it’s still raining, heavy and quiet outside. There’s the sound of muttered cursing and the damp thump of an overcoat being dropped.
“If it rains tomorrow as well, we’re going to Rivain.”
“So, should I start packing then?” There’s an inelegant snort behind her, and she feels strong arms wrap around her shoulders from behind.
“Is that pessimism for the weather, or optimism for the vacation?”Tez’s soft voice lilts by her ear, and Neve knows when she’s being made fun of - can’t find it in her to be annoyed. Rana had dropped off their latest inquiry in the Swan and had told her they’d committed to meeting a few leads tomorrow. They weren’t going anywhere for at least a couple days - longer, if the threads she could already see in the notes spread across the desk panned out - and Tez knew it. “Already see something, hm?”
“Maybe… without talking to them, it may be nothing, but…” She reaches up to squeeze the hands at her collarbone before leaning forward. There’s give for a moment, before the strong arms around her pull her back. There’s an undignified noise hanging in the air, but she’d invite the wisps back home before admitting it came from her. Tilting her head back against a broad chest, she sees the sparkling laugh in Tez’s eyes as she looks down at her, her curly mane of hair heavy with rain falling down to curtain the moment. “I won’t get too far into it, but I do want to-”
“You just said it yourself. Without talking to them, there’s not much to go on yet.”
“That is not-”
“Neve, your hair is still damp.” Gentle fingers thread through her hair at that, pulling out the pins keeping it neat and the relief that hits her temples as it falls free - her eyes flutter shut and she can feel her shoulders drooping. “You came in from meeting Rana and immediately sat down here didn’t you?”
“I grabbed coffee.”
“From this morning. And the last thing you need is coffee. Come on - no point in riling yourself up until tomorrow.” A beat of quiet, staring up into those warm brown eyes watching her with such fondness. She could push - there is something there - and Tez would let her. But…she sighs softly, eyes slipping closed as she reaches up to press her fingers into her temples.
She’s cold, tired, and getting all the facts before she dives in has never been a bad thing. She can feel the low rumble of a laugh more than she can hear it as it melts down her spine. “You know Trouble, some day, this won’t work.”
“Mm, someday.” Tez agrees as she steps back, taking only Neve’s hand with her, and trusting her to follow.
She’s not quite sure how that ends up with her in a steaming bath, heady from the close heat, even as she can still hear the rain on the roof. Sweet-smelling candles are lit, and she can feel the remaining tension of the day - week, hell the last month - slowly seeping out of her. Tez is perched on a seat beside her - when did she have time to change into sleep clothes? - reading something…
“So it’s just me who doesn’t get to work?” She asks, leaning over to prop her arms on the rim of the tub.
“Bellara sent over her latest work - wanted our eyes on it before she sent it to her publisher.”
“Oh? She figure out what to do with the assassin and the warden then?”She murmurs, resting her cheek on her arm and feeling her eyes slip closed under the gentle ministrations of the heat and the sweet scent of…what was that? She’d have to ask Emmrich next time they saw him…
“She sounded excited, but wouldn’t tell me anything. Said I should read it for myself and tell her.” There’s a soft scratch of papers turning before she feels a hand on the back of her neck - familiar fingers expertly finding the last knot of tension in her, firm and soft at the same time.
Comfortable silence falls then, broken only by the rain, and the occasional rasp of parchment. She didn’t fall asleep, though it was a close thing - Neve knew she’d be too busy to have moments like this in the coming days - she was going to enjoy this while it lasted.
#dragon age veilguard#dragon age veilguard spoilers#just in case#neve gallus#neve x rook#my rook#tez aldwir#my writing#This is. Literally the first thing I've written to completion this year. I missed it a lot.#Still trying to find Neve's voice but I hope it came across alright!#long post
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