#(but wasn't sure how fitting i felt that pick to be-- so i trimmed him out XD)

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒔: take the linked quiz from the perspective of your character, then select 5-10 results from the ‘complete matches’ list that you feel resonate with your character the most.

Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer) - 89%

Capitain Killian 'Hook' Jones (OUAT) - 89%

Han Solo (Star Wars: EP IV - A New Hope) - 87%

Spike Spiegel (Cowboy Bebop) - 87%

Max Mayfield (Stranger Things) - 87%

Faye Valentine (Cowboy Bebop) - 86%

Phil (The Hangover) - 85%

Tony Stark (MCU) - 84%

𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚: (only i stole it lol--) @punkbites 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈: @akumanoken / @malafxde / @owlstronomer / @flamesignite

[eros-vigilante]

Since I locked it cuz of the recent datascraping whatever here’s the full

The low sound of Therion's hair splitting against the edge of his knife calmed him. It was too hot to let it cover his neck, especially with his scarf, and he disliked the extra weight against the sides of his head. He must have been cutting his hair for ten or more years now; never caring about how it looked as long as it felt better. And it always did, in more than one way.

It was before he met Darius, Therion's early childhood of learning everything through observation and trial. Charitables had tried to teach him before, but the most they could manage was a few vocabulary words before he felt too restless or pitiful to stay. One day he noticed something strange. People with long clothing (dresses, he eventually learned) also had long hair, while people with 'short' clothing had short hair. What was the point? Therion had seen children his age playing with each other's long hair, so he knew to wash his own, but he never thought the length itself mattered. He had long hair and short clothes— was he breaking a rule? Was he going to get put in jail again? He thought about it, and making his hair short seemed easier than trying to find a dress that would fit. So for the first time, he cut his hair. It was messy. He couldn't see the back of his head, and he certainly wasn't going to ask someone else to do it. But it made his hair shorter. He felt lighter; literally, because his hair had gone down to his waist until then. It also felt… comfortable. Like a shirt that was too big for him now trimmed to size. It wasn't unbearable before, but it was better now. This must mean, he realized, that he was a short-clothing-short-hair person. They stood tall, and had deep voices, and some had hair on their faces and not just their heads. Would he be like that when he grew up? His voice wasn't very deep, and he wasn't very tall, and nobody his age had hair on their faces. Surely, though, this meant it was only a matter of time.

It was only a matter of time— until he learned what people actually used to determine gender, that is. Well, his layers hid his chest fine, and he rarely spoke anyway, so he still got by. His way of dealing with people getting too close to him was just as effective with people trying to “figure out” what he was. People are less likely to argue with you when you take out a knife. Therion would admit that he was curious if there were others like him, so he knew a fair amount about what some people did; at least more than the average person. But to him, all the serious things required putting a good bit of trust in someone to treat you correctly, so he figured he’d rather continue as he had been.

Then a very specific person owed him a favor. Therion was surveying to find the most distractible market stall owners when he picked up on something happening a bit ahead. Someone was standing next to an apothecary, overfamiliar. “What’s a pretty lady like you doing in our little town?” The apothecary (as symbolized by their satchel and hatchet) said, tiredly, “I’m not a… Shopping. Please let me be.” “Not a what? Pretty lady? That’s—“

Therion was used to walking by these kinds of things. “Hey. Buy something or move along.” The local tsked. “And are you the shopkeep?” “No, but I think they’ve noticed they have customers. So buy something, or move along.” They moved along. The apothecary bought something.

Therion was about to move along himself when, “Thank you, stranger,” the apothecary said. “Does that happen a lot?” “It does. I’m considering cutting my hair, really.” It probably was their hair that made them stand out the most— a strong purple, length past their shoulders. Therion remembered something he assumed once about long hair and long clothing. Instead he said, “It worked for me.” That got a small laugh. “I’m not sure I’m a man, exactly. I don’t think I’m much of either.” Therion’s never considered that before. “That’s… cool.” “Thank you.” “So, do you…” “Treat people like us? Of course.”

That wasn’t what the apothecary owed him for, though. When he said he would have to go and “collect” some leaves to pay them with, they said they’d rather him walk with them to a spot in the wilds they needed to forage in. They were comfortable with an axe, but had bad experiences going out of town alone and didn’t want to use their weapon on other people. Therion agreed to do this, and the apothecary agreed to tell him which procedures they had experience performing.

It was indeed quite a bit of trust, letting an apothecary he met by chance give him a concoction that would put him out for an entire afternoon. After being told that he would be bedridden for at least two weeks. But it was something he had wished he could find someone to do for a couple years at that point, and he figured he didn’t have a lot to lose either way.

And it went fine. They were the only two scars he had ever gotten by choice, and honestly he figured they wouldn’t stand out much amidst the plenty others he had.

Therion didn’t know how to thank the apothecary for being someone they didn’t know they were: the first person Therion had trusted not to hurt him in years. Maybe they could tell from the instinctively wary way he would watch their hands for the entirety of his recovery, but they didn’t say as much.

It was strange, that all he had needed to trust them was hearing them say they weren’t a lady. But it worked out, and he moved along, and cut his hair over a nearby stream for the length it had grown since he came to the town.

Words: 1k Fandom: Octopath Traveler (Video Game) Characters: Therion (Octopath Traveler), Shelby (Octopath Traveler) Additional Tags: You don’t need to know Shelby I just used their design over making one up, Anyway this is about being trans, Transmasculine Therion, FTM, Transitioning, op is ftm this is self indulgent Summary:

This must mean, he realized, that he was a short-clothing-short-hair person. They stood tall, and had deep voices, and some had hair on their faces and not just their heads. Would he be like that when he grew up? His voice wasn’t very deep, and he wasn’t very tall, and nobody his age had hair on their faces. Surely, though, this meant it was only a matter of time.

[mountswhore]

helloo!! request for pulisic so maybe

like y/n going out for a girls night and she wear this revealing sexy outfit and chris sees it and he is so turned on but also worried that other guys might hit on her so he says ‘im goin with you’ and the whole night is just protective chris and he has his hand on her waist the whole time

and he like almost gets into a fight with another guy who was hitting on y/n

idk just some protective fluffy chris😌😌

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 — christian pulisic

summary: after buying a rather fitting dress, christian decides he'd rather join you on your night out.

notes: requests are OPEN + decided to make this a blurb

You had been impatiently waiting for your night out for weeks. You found a date the whole group of friends had off work, and set it in stone. And you'd been preparing for it for the entire weekend. You'd gotten your nails done, made sure your hair was trimmed the week before, and spent hours browsing every fashion website you knew trying to find the perfect dress. And you'd finally found it.

You had held off on showing your boyfriend until it arrived, and when you spotted the pink package sitting by your gate, you squealed in excitement. Christian stared at you in bewilderment as you leaped across the driveway in nothing but some shorts and a sports bra. You'd returned back to the house and shivered from the sudden impact of cold weather, and sat on the couch.

"What's that?"

"It's the dress I ordered for the night out tomorrow," you explained, pulling at the packaging and barely giving a second glance to your boyfriend, "you know, the one you rudely cancelled on?"

Christian nudged you with his hand gently as he sat down beside you, "I am knackered from training, I need my day off to be full of rest."

"Whatever, I didn't think this would arrive in time. I was beginning to get worried." You sighed in relief and held the garment to your chest, admiring the fabric.

It wasn't until tomorrow evening that plans had changed. Christian had decided his cozy night in would be exchanged for a boozy night out with you and some friends. It wasn't until he'd seen you in the dress. It had your curves on show, your cleavage, it was very short on your frame. It was stunning, and Christian thought you looked good enough to eat.

"What are you doing?" You asked Christian, who was dousing himself in aftershave after getting out of the shower. You had yet to do your hair, and planned to meet your friends in twenty minutes to pre-game.

"I'm coming with you," he mentioned casually, as if he hadn't changed his mind last minute, "you look too good. Can't be having you listening to any horrible pick up lines all night, can we?" You giggled, pressing a light kiss to your boyfriend's cheek before disappearing to do your hair. You didn't admit it, but you felt a million times better with Christian coming with you. You always felt safe and protected around him, and now you could comfortably have fun with him too.

The two of you were at the club forty minutes later, slightly buzzed and ready to party. It was quite dark, and Christian knew all too well just how bad you were at walking in heels, so he held your hand the whole night. Waiting outside the bathroom for you, dancing with you, ordering you drinks. As much fun as you were both having, it was rather romantic having him entirely devoted to you all night.

[joshslater]

Dionysus

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I was very hesitant when he picked me up at the nightclub. I could feel the disappointment and outright hostility from all the women and a lot of the men as the God walked up to me, started to make out, and then asked if I was up for some fun. That's what you get away with when no one ever says "no" I thought. With his incredibly handsome face, black hair, and athletic build that was probably not a word he was used to hearing. It would be impossible for him to know I was into guys, and coming on so strong could land you in hot water or rather knocked cold on the floor. Turns out he could know, and there was more to him than just utter handsomeness and unparalleled confidence. Way more.

It was back at his place he asked me if I could look like someone else, who would I pick? That's a game I've played many times before, so I instantly knew to answer Marco Albieri, the soccer player. He raised an eyebrow, took a step from me, and asked me why. "I don't know what it is about soccer players, but something about the game makes their bodies stunningly handsome. And Marco is just a step above the rest." He smiled a bright smile, made a dramatic gesture, and I was Marco. Looked exactly like him at least. It took me a moment to even realize what had just happened, but I could see myself in the full-length mirror. Or I couldn't, I should say. I saw Marco Albieri in full Paris Saint-Germain F.C. game kit. Mesmerized I took a step closer to the mirror, and Marco on the other side of the glass stepped closer as well. I looked just like him, my wettest, wankiest dream. I'd come so many times to exactly this fantasy. There was even a sheen of post-game sweat making all the skin glistening in his hallway designer lights.

He approached me from behind, still handsome but now by a much narrower margin. "You ready to fuck?" I didn't even answer but just turned around and kissed him. He wasn't shy in grouping me back. What followed was the longest fuck fest I've ever been part of. We went from room to room. It was like this body had limitless stamina, though it was the body of Marco after all, but an insatiable horny lust as well. Perhaps he had that too. It wasn't until early morning I fell asleep next to him, exhausted.

It was almost noon when I woke up, disoriented by everything. It was like it wasn't until now the craziness and impossibility of last night hit me. I could see Marco Albieri in the mirror at the other side of the bedroom, without shirt, and the most unkempt hair I had ever seen him with. I knew for a fact the secret hairstyling trick was body fluids. I suddenly felt very uneasy and exposed. Vulnerable even. I was here on vacation. How could I leave if I didn't look like my passport? How could I leave this building looking like Marco? There would be fans stopping me instantly. What the fuck am I thinking about? I'm erased from the world. No one I know, no one in my family would recognize me. Could I convince them I'm me and not a millionaire soccer player? Perhaps. But my life would be so complicated.

That's when he lazily strolled into the bedroom, completely naked showing off his chiseled body, one mug in each hand.

"You did this! How the fuck did you do this? You can't leave me like this!" "Morning!"

He handed me one of the mugs. On reflex I took a large sip of coffee only to discover it was red wine. It took me by surprise and I almost sprayed his white sheets with red mist of wine, but instead got some down my lungs and started to cough.

"Is this really the best you can think of?" he said. At first I had no idea what he meant. Then, still coughing, I realized it was my body again. The one I used to fly here, check into the hotel, and go out to nightclubs with.

"I... It's awfully inconvenient if I tried to leave with a different body." "That's it? That's the only reason?"

I felt stupid and unsure what to say. I liked my body, so why was it so hard to defend it? He took a large sip from his coffee mug of wine and climbed into bed next to me, but standing on his knees looking down on me.

"When's your flight back?" "Eh, in... On Sunday." "Plenty of time to let loose. How about going to the beach like this?"

This time I noticed the shift. The bed sagged down a bit under the extra load and I didn't even have to look in the mirror to see the freakish muscles. Two huge chest muscles peeked into my field of vision, and moving my arm I could see it was thicker than what my legs used to be.

I felt light-headed as we walked down to the beach. Probably the wine. He was subtle and classy, black Nike sneakers, black boardshorts, and a white T-shirt. I was anything but subtle. Probably twice his mass, annoying flip flops that flipped and flopped every step, white compression shorts that looked blindingly bright against my deep tan, a purple thong that peeked up over the rim of the shorts by the hips, visible because the neon yellow tank top was cropped above the belly button to show off the abs. The stringer waved for every step as my obscene pecs push out the yellow fabric like a hanging flag. It touched my body in surprisingly few places. Top of the traps and the nipples more or less.

After spending a few hours getting everyone passing by on the beach to turn their heads to observe the freak show he asked me to play floatation device for him. We went out in the water and did our best to have sex just outside where the waves broke. I think anyone who paid close attention could tell what we did, but no one could be really sure. He didn't appear to care.

"I made you something," he whispered. "What?" "A surfer," he said and begun walking towards the beach. As I wiped my long hair out of my face I understood he changed me again. No more shaved head, no more enormous meat slab. I still had a six-pack, I was still 6'-something, and my skin was deeply tanned, but that's about where the similarities ended. "Why?" I asked as I lied down on the beach towel next to his. "First dive bar opens soon, and I thought this would play better to the crowd." I was feeling woozy. "We want to play to the crowd?" He reached over and squeezed the pec closest to him. "Well, make them jealous at least."

There was something nagging at the edge of my thoughts. Some question I felt I needed to ask. I just couldn't quite put it into coherent thought.

"Did you drug me?" He made a high-pitched "Mmmm" sound. "Just a bit. To fit with the rest. Just go with it."

I shut my eyes, relaxed, and let his hand stroke me. I don't know how long we lied like that. Not too long, because the sun hadn't moved that much, but I sure did dozed off.

"Come on!" he said, like it was asking me to hurry up for the third time. A bit confused I got up from the beach towel. I wore a pair of eye-popping turquoise board shorts with black pattern and trim. Neon turquoise, if such a color was a thing. I knew it had a real trade name, but somehow it kept slipping my mind. They had a good fit, not loose, not tight, but rode low on my lithe body. Fuzzy pubes peeked out over the waistband, like a little forest edge where the treasure trail from the belly button ended. I looked around for a shirt or something to put on, but there was nothing except for a pair of flip-flops. These didn't look as cheap and fit much better than the previous pair though.

"Is that it?" I asked incredulously. "What more do you need?" he said, and looked at me like he wanted me for dinner. "Come!"

The bar wasn't far away and already busy when we arrived. He almost danced in, basically dragging me in, holding my hand. I was woozy from whatever I was drugged with, but in a way that made everything look amazing to me. In any direction I looked I was delighted by what I saw, no matter how mundane. The bar was not even half full and everyone looked as relaxed as you would expect from a bar half a block from the beach, though no one else was bare-chested. The decor was a random mix of styles, as expected by a dive bar. Tables for two or four were lined up in front of the bar at the back of the room. From a backroom somewhere behind it pumped music. I looked at my watch to see if it was already dance time, but I was only wearing a red nylon cord as a bracelet.

"You must be thirsty after a day in the sun," he said and handed me an Aperol Spritz. I could have sworn he hadn't left me for the bar, but then I didn't really trust my senses. We took a table for four and sat next to each other, facing the rest of the room. "So, tell me about your day," he continued, as if he hadn't been there for all of it.

For whatever reason I found it hard to figure out where to start, like it was all jumbled together despite nothing of consequence had happened. I began to describe how I had woken up in bed and how he surprised me with breakfast. How I had mistaken the red wine for coffee. I could feel his hand moving down my abs and into my board shorts. As he pulled out my erect cock from the shorts my immediate thought was of surprise. I hadn't realized I was hard. I continued to talk about how we went to the beach, while he was jerking me off with one hand under the table. It then hit me that I had no idea what my dick looked like, if it was big or small. I had never seen it. He had transformed me somehow into this surfer. How could I have forgotten something so monumental.

At that point I shot my load under the table. Four or five large pumps. I was suddenly aware again that there were people around us, and looking around tried to figure out if any of them could see I had my dick out. At the same time I was still feeling high or whatever it was. "I'll get a refill," he said, stood up and headed for the bar. I decided to put my dick back into the shorts.

"Hey, dude. Is he like your boyfriend?" someone standing next to me asked. How long had he been there? He was handsome, not quite as tall as I was now, but more muscled. The tight billabong shirt didn't hide much. "Him? No. We just..." I was trying to think of a good word. I wasn't sure what he was, or what was happening at all really. "Wanna check out the dance floor?" "Yeah... Yeah, I would."

I followed him towards the bar, and away to the side into the dance room. It was far from packed, but we were not alone at least. Immediately I regretted following him there, even before he started moving to the music. Once he did I knew I would look silly. I started to mimic his moves best I could. He smiled a crooked smile, though not an unkind one, when he saw what I was doing. He leaned forward and barely audible over the music asked "Are you up for a second round?"

"What do you mean?" I asked back. "I saw what that other dude did to you. I live nearby, if you want to try something that isn't over in minutes."

In the door opening I see him standing with two large drinks in his hands. He looks emotionless, which in itself was a scary contrast to how he looked before. He then drinks one of the drinks in one go, then immediately empties the other one as well. No sooner has he turned away with two empty glasses when I feel a desperate need to take a piss. He's fucking with me.

"Don't go anywhere," I say and dash towards to men's room.

It's empty. I go to the lone urinal and yank my dick out of the white thong. I'm confused, but happy I got there in time to relieve myself. Why am I wearing only a white thong to a bar? As the piss is streaming for longer than I can ever recall I look down my bare smooth legs and find a pair of eye-catching red hightops. When I'm finally done I have a look at myself in the mirror. Cute, young Latino boy with a red baseball cap on his unkempt hair, and a grey shirt. The shirt in a way makes the thong stand out even more and look intentionally inappropriate. Perfect!

I return to the dance floor and find the guy waiting. "There you are. Let's go!" he says, almost demanding. He doesn't say anything on the way to his apartment two blocks away. I keep looking his way, and it feels like my dick is growing bigger every time I look at those muscled arms. His pace is brisk without being conspicuous, he clearly wants us to get to his place as quickly as possible without being seen. In through an unlocked entrance, up two flights of stairs, and in through his apartment door.

As soon as he whisked me in and closed the door behind us he grabs me, shoves me into the wall next to us, and forcefully kisses me on my mouth. "You fucking whore! I'm so fucking horny you better know what you're doing."

He snores loudly again. I had tried to ignore it to spend a few more hours in the bed, but it's getting pointless to try to sleep any more. I carefully get up and get dressed. No need for a shower, now that everything dried. I make a final check I got everything with me that I brought in. There is that nagging feeling that I'm missing something. Well, whatever it was it can't be important. Quietly I exit his apartment and make my way out of the building. I feel restless being so quiet and calm, like it is unnatural for me to be that way. I basically explode in emotions as I exit the building and literally dance down the last few steps.

I try to think what to do next. My mind is like a spinning punch bowl of thoughts and I'm only able to fish out simple verbs. Party! Drink! Dance! Fuck! The sun is barely up, but perhaps I can find some nightclub still open.

[pennylanewrites]

※strawberries, cherries and an angel’s kiss in spring※

Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

Minors DNI! pls go eat some frozen yoghurt:(

description: Jean makes a perfect picnic basket for his fiancée, but the picnic date plans get forgotten when the hot weather makes you dizzy and needy for him.

word count: 2.2k

genre: soft smut, fluffy domestic sex

contains: established relationship, outside sex, unprotected sex, breeding, handjob if you squint, talks of pregnancy, not proofread oops

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Jean looked so pretty, placing hand-picked cherries on a platter, his baby blue polo shirt tight on his biceps. He hummed a tune as he took a picnic basket out of the kitchen door, heading into your backyard. You watched him come to you with a smile, and he admired the sight in front of him. You, laid down on a blue blanket in a short peach-coloured sundress, bare legs tickled by grass blades.

"You look lovely." He complimented you as he sat down next to you and left a kiss on your shoulder.

"You too, love." You returned the gesture and left a kiss on his own shoulder before he took everything out of the picnic basket, setting it in front of you.

"So, how was your day at work?" He asked as he slowly filled two champagne glasses with a sparkling pink drink from the champagne bottle hidden in the cooler.

"Tiring. Our air conditioner was broken today." You pouted, gladly accepting the glass. "What did you do?"

"I was planning this date for us," he took your hand in his, admiring the shiny ring sitting proudly on your ring finger, "and I was thinking of doing something different."

"Good thinking. This is much better than going out on a restaurant." You praised his choice on a picnic in your home's backyard.

"Here's to us." He raised his glass, clinking it with yours carefully before you both took a sip, feeling refreshed by the prickly strawberry taste.

   Everything felt so peaceful; birds chirping, flying over you, a squirrel playing in the bird fountain you had placed under the shade of a tree. The pool was clean and the water looked so inviting, but maybe a different day. For now, you were eyeing the cherries on the blanket. Jean didn't fail to notice, bringing one up to your lips. You parted your lips, taking one in your mouth before feeding another to the brunette.

"Are you happy, Jean?"

"In general?" He gave you a small smile, surprised by the sudden question. You nodded, waiting for his reply. "Very happy. You wanna know why?"

"Why?"

"Because I have you. That's all I needed since the day I met you." Sweet words melted into your skin as he peppered kisses up your neck and jaw until his lips met yours.

"Do you ever think that you need more?"

"Like...one more fiancée?"

"Jean!" You hit his torso with a giggle before he wrapped his arms around you, laying you down next to him. Hand in your hair, the other stroking your upper arm, he looked into your eyes and saw his world.

"I love you, ___."

"I love you too." You smiled before kissing Jean, eyes feeling heavy due to the high temperature of that afternoon in May.

Your hands trailed from his cheeks to his torso, unbuttoning the top button of the polo that clung to his body. He chuckled at your eagerness, giving you the chance to slip your tongue in his mouth, feeling the tart taste of the cherries you fed him.

"I love you so much, Jean." You broke the kiss and he easily pulled you on his lap by your hips. Looking down at him, you swept a strand of hair behind his ear, feeling his hands trail to the curve of your ass.

"Babe, it's too hot for you to be on top of me."

"Take your shirt off then." You whispered in his ear, giggling. The mixing of champagne with the almost insufferable heat made you dizzy and...needy. You always needed Jean by your side, but now especially, you simply couldn't wait.

"You don't have to say that twice." He chuckled and you leaned up for him to do the same and take his shirt off. He left it by the forgotten picnic basket, watching you admire his abs, his chiseled torso, and a scar on his side from a fun childhood. Despite knowing and dating Jean for no less than 6 years and no more than 7, you couldn't get enough of his body, his pretty face, everything about him made you feel like a teenager again.

   He wrapped his strong arms around your waist, bringing you back to reality. Another kiss on your lips and you had him laying down again, slowly grinding against his crotch.

"Out here?" He looked at you surprised, then looked around. The tall fence and the hedges around it were enough to keep you concealed and there wasn't any house right next to yours either.

"Either this or carry me inside." You shrugged, continuing to leave soft pecks on his neck and collarbones.

"Silly. I'm saving that for our wedding night." His words once again had you melting in his arms.

"Jean, I need you."

"You got me sweetheart." He kissed you again before his hands bunched your dress up on your hips, leaving you exposed to the warm breeze and to his hands.

   Fingers barely grazing your sweet spot, lips sucking on your neck, your hands messing with his hair, lips letting out a whine at the teasing before his fingers pulled on the elastic band of your underwear, urging you to remove them. You did so easily, getting back on Jean's lap in seconds.

   His lips found your collarbones, where a dainty golden chain with his initial fell. Your hands met with the belt around his jeans, unbuckling it and unzipping his pants awfully slow. You pushed his jeans and boxers down just a bit as he raised his hips to help you. Your chest met his again as he kissed you passionately, and your hand slowly trailed down his abs, over the trimmed brown hairs, making him gasp into your mouth when you wrapped your hand around his cock. Already half-hard, it didn't take him long to get to his full girth, especially when your fingers moved so perfectly around him, his member coated with precum in minutes.

   Another groan escaped his lips when you bucked your hips against his own, crotches meeting with anticipation.

"You're killing me, ___." He muttered as he bit down your neck and shoulder, tongue swirling against where he bit to soothe the sting. You kept grinding against his hard cock until he finally had enough.

   You found yourself under Jean with one swift move, and the lustful, loving look in his honey-coloured eyes had you melting again. Dress bunched up over your hips, the straps falling down your shoulders, his initial sitting pretty on your marked collarbones, Jean found you ethereal. And he wanted to show you in every way possible.

"I love you. So, so much." He whispered in your ear sweetly before kissing the spot behind it, where he knew it tickled. You giggled and squirmed against his warm touch, sending butterflies in his stomach and making him feel like a schoolboy again. His index and middle finger trailed down your puffy clit, to your slit, where his fingers entered easily to prep you for his cock.

   It was getting hard for both of you to kiss each other, it was more teeth hitting against each other and tongues playing inside your mouth, because his fingers curled up inside you, knuckles touching the perfect spots to make you moan out his name.

"Jean, please. I need more." You pleaded, back arching to make your torso collide with his.

"Whatever you want, baby. I'll give it to you." He kissed your forehead, hand caressing your hair as the other held on your hip for leverage.

   Your hole welcomed Jean's cock, though it was always difficult at first. He barely stretched you out as he slowly fit more and more of him inside you, but the way your walls clenched around him made it hard for him to contain himself. You tapped on his shoulder, making him know it was okay. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer and earning a grunt from his beautiful pink lips.

   Jean bucked his hips against yours, beginning to thrust into you, making sure your whines were of a good nature and he wasn't hurting you in any way. When he was sure, from the way your fingernails dig into the sun-kissed skin on his back, he picked up the pace.

"Jean-aaah! Jean, faster. Please?" He opened his eyes to look at you; your face was flushed and a bead of sweat was trickling down your temple. He swept it away with the pad of his thumb before leaning down and kissing your lips softly.

   However soft his kiss was, his thrusts were the complete opposite. Jean pulled out of you almost completely, leaving your hole to clench around his tip, before he pushed his cock in again. You didn't have the time to react, because every time he did so, he went faster, until he was all the way inside you, hips pushing against yours and a hand cupping your face to kiss you again.

"I love you so much. God -fuck- you're taking me so well." He tilted his head back, mouth agape at the sensation. You could feel his member twitch inside you, knowing he was close to cumming. You entangled your fingers with his hair, playing with it as you moaned out his name.

"Jean, I'm so -so close-" you arched your back even more, legs wrapping tighter around his waist, not allowing him to pull out.

“Me too sweetheart..Ah, fuck-you feel so good!” His praises went straight south, sending you in a trance as you felt your orgasm getting closer and closer.

“Jean, I want to have your babies!” You blurted out between heavy breaths and moans. Jean stopped momentarily, way too surprised by your confession, but you were too fucked out to notice.

His face softened, and his whole body flushed red as the realization hit. He had been talking about family a lot, and it was something he definitely wanted with you, but every time you had that conversation you cut him off with a ‘we don’t have enough money’. Jean had spent quite a few hours of his life worrying and questioning if you really wanted a family.

“Why did you sto-” You looked up, bringing a hand over your eyes to shield them from the sun. Jean looked like he had gone stupid, with a smile from ear to ear and a few tears threatening to leave his eyes. You pulled him down and kissed his happy tears away, starting to move your hips against his own. He shook his head with a chuckle and started where he had left off, continuing to rock his hips against you, cock buried deep inside you.

“Gonna put a baby in you...fuck- I’m gonna make you a mommy, angel.” It didn’t take him long to cum, especially after he looked down to where your crotches met, only to see his cock coated white with your juices. Your orgasm reached you the moment Jean moaned in your ear; he knew all too well how much you loved his moans. The knot buried deep in your stomach came undone and you could scream out of pleasure. You heard yourself babbling about babies and how good Jean felt, but neither you or Jean could make out any words, too high on the feeling.

You could feel Jean shoot a load of his hot cum as far in your cunt as his cock could reach, pushing the white liquid in you with his slow thrusts. His head fell on your shoulder, hair sticking to his forehead and breath hot on your skin.

“God, I love you.” He whispered into your neck. You tried keeping your breath steady as he slowly pulled out of you. He turned over and reached into the picnic basket, taking two cotton towels out and pouring water out of a glass bottle on them. He used one of them to run it up your cunt and thighs, making sure you were clean, then brought the other to your sticky with sweat residue face, watching you lovingly as he patted the cold towel on your temples. You took it out of his hands and did the same to his own face, pushing his hair back to cool him down.

“So, when can you take a pregnancy test?” He asked after he made himself comfortable inside your arms, one of his own meeting your stomach and rubbing it mindlessly.

“In a week, if we want it to be accurate.”

“That’s too long!” He whined, looking at you with furrowed brows. You laughed and brought your face closer to his to kiss the wrinkle between his eyebrows and make him relax.

“You’re going to be the best daddy ever.”

“I can’t wait, angel.” He nuzzled his head in the soft skin between your shoulder and neck, both of you feeling sleepy as the sun started setting behind the mountains. Yawning into your hand, you wrapped your arms around your fiancé tighter, closing your eyes and taking in the peaceful moments before he had to go to work again.

“I love you.” He whispered before falling asleep with a smile on his beautiful tanned face.

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Happy Father’s Day to Jean Kirstein, the only man whose babies I’d gladly carry<3

[turinn]

Naive

Ray Blackwell x M!Reader

Summary: An invitation at a party reveals that Luka had no idea you’re gay, and brings up a concern you hadn’t had before. Tags: Crack, fluff, secret relationship, mention of homophobia, alcohol consumption A/N: This is based on a dream I had where Luka and I had this exact conversation and when I woke up and remembered it I nearly threw up laughing. I did actual research for the girls outfit and hair bc im a fashion history nerd. the pocket watch i just thought was cute. Fenrir calls the reader fruity but its okay bc hes gay too god bless Word Count: 1.5k

The party was the usual affair expected of the Godspeed's, an air of elegance- present but not too overbearing- hanging over the large hall. Music drifted gently to your ears as you took everything in, a small smile settling on your face.

You couldn't help but feel a little underdressed. The officers had, of course, kept their uniforms on, but everyone else present was dressed to the nines. You'd thought the suit you wore was lovely when you and Seth had seen it last week, dark blue with a white trim, paired with a pale cyan tie and pocket square. The gold watch that settled comfortably in your pocket had been a gift from Blanc, supposedly made by Oliver to look similar to his own, to commemorate your decision to stay in Cradle. Compared to everyone else, it felt rather simple now, but you pushed the thought aside. Nobody was judging what you were wearing, they were here to enjoy themselves same as you.

"Would you like a drink?" Ray asked, voice soft enough not to startle you too much. This wasn't too effective, as you'd gotten lost in your thoughts, and sort of forgotten there were people around you, but it was kind of him to try. "Oh, yes, please." You smiled at him and a moment later he'd walked off, talking to Sirius about something, leaving you alone with Luka. Fenrir had disappeared to greet his family when you'd first arrived, and Seth was who knows where, but you didn't mind it being just the two of you. Luka rarely came to these, in fact this was the first he'd been to since you'd arrived in Cradle, despite it being your fifth, and you decided someone should stick with him so he didn't feel quite as nervous.

As you turned to say something to him, you noticed a lady making her way over to the both of you, looking rather flustered. Her fists were clenched at her sides, and she seemed to be muttering something to herself, but it was clear she had intent to speak to one of you. Perhaps she wanted to talk to Luka? He was cute, it wouldn't surprise you. What did surprise you, however, was when she walked up to you instead.

"Um, excuse me if this is far too forward, but... would you be interested in dancing with me?" She sounded so nervous, and you almost wanted to say yes. Any other man would have been lucky to get such an invitation- she looked stunning. She wore her hair in curls, gathered at the back of her neck, with a hairpiece of pale blue flowers was pinned at the front, a necklace donning the same type of flower hanging just above the neckline of her gown. The gown in question matched the colour of the flowers well, though the width of the crinoline supported skirt would have made you concerned about the logistics of dancing with her- if you'd had any intention of saying yes. Her cheeks were tinted pink as she chewed her bottom lip and waited for your answer, avoiding your gaze. A hand on your chest and a sincerely apologetic look on your face, you began to respond. "Oh dear. I'm terribly sorry, but you seem to have gotten the wrong end of the stick. You're a very attractive young lady but I'm afraid... how should I put this," You glanced at Luka for help, but he seemed to have no idea what you were trying to tell her, "I'm afraid I don't tend to set my eye on the ladies, so to speak." "You're... gay?" A sympathetic nod. "That's the ticket. Sorry, love." "Oh, it's not a problem! I'm really sorry to have bothered you!" She suddenly looked much less nervous, though a little embarrassed, and scurried off. You sighed. "I feel a little bad. I really hope she finds someone to dance with." Luka looked at you quizzically. "Why did you lie to her?" A confused laugh escaped you. "I'm sorry?" "You told her you were into guys. Why lie?" As he said this, Seth and Fenrir came up behind him, and hearing his question their eyebrows shot up. So did yours. Was he kidding? "Luka, sweetie, you have got to tell me what part of my personality made you think I was heterosexual, so I can set about changing it immediately." Seth choked on his drink, and though you flashed him a grin, you weren't entirely kidding. Going from Victorian London to a world where being gay was perfectly acceptable had been quite the change, but you'd been certain all of your friends had known. It's not like you were quiet about it, and sure, Luka was naive but... come on, now. "Wait are you... you were being honest?" "Yes?" "Luka," Fenrir began, stepping next to you and resting an elbow on your shoulder, "How have you seriously not noticed that he's gay yet?" "Well- there was no reason for me to assume!" "You watched me drunk make out with at least 2 different Black Army soldiers in my first month here!" Luka looked flustered, and utterly dumbfounded. The expression was one he wore often, usually when people insinuated that someone was in love- but somehow about five times more confused. He was unfortunate enough that Ray and Sirius returned at this moment, just in time to hear both your last remark, and his next one.

"I thought that was just something you did when you were drunk?" In another moment you were on your knees, legs shaking so much from laughter that you couldn't hold yourself up any longer. Fenrir was right there beside you, practically convulsing. Everyone else was laughing too- except poor Luka. You felt a little bad, truly you did, but this had to be the funniest thing you had ever heard. "He's completely straight, but watch out! Get a couple drinks in him and he turns fruity!" Fenrir managed to get out between cackles, and Ray was glad to have put your drinks down when Luka had last spoken, because he too nearly fell to the ground at this.

"Luka- Luka I'm sorry." You pulled yourself to your feet, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "We aren't laughing at you." Another fit of giggles overcame you. "Okay we kind of are, but it's not malicious or anything. That was just... hands down the funniest thing you've ever said." It took most of you 5 or so minutes to fully calm down from what he'd said, and anything that jogged your memories of it would bring you back to a state of uncontrollable laughter for the rest of the night. Luka came round to it being pretty funny after you talked him through the dozens of times you'd mentioned your sexuality to him since you'd met- every one of which had gone over his head.

Hours after the party had worn down and you'd all made your way home, you lay in bed, your head pressed against a familiar chest, and sighed. "What's up?" "I just... D'you think anyone else just hasn't realised?" Ray cocked his head, confused. "I'm gonna need a little more info than that, kitten." "I suppose I just... Back in London, it's not even legal to be gay, and I don't know if it ever will be. When I first came out to Fen, he told me that it was fine here, accepted and even celebrated. So, I guess I just thought that people wouldn't make the automatic assumption that I'm straight, y'know? I mean I talk about it a lot among you guys but- when I’m out and about... where do people think my final destination is? When I pick up a silly cat themed gift for you does the shopkeep think I’m buying it for my wife? It shouldn't be a big deal, I guess, but I'd never been able to be myself until I came here, and now it's like I can be me but... people will still only see who I am if I tell them. It's just weird is all. I dunno. Maybe I'm drunk." "You're not drunk. It's an understandable concern. I guess I've never thought about it, because whether or not people would accept that part of me has never been an issue, but the fact that you've had to hide it for so long and now that you're able to be open people still aren't seeing it must be hard. If you want we could... come out, so to speak?" Your eyebrows raised, and you moved back, propping yourself up on your arm so you could look your partner in the eyes.

It had been decided at the very start of your relationship, which had officially begun a few months after you'd made the choice to stay in Cradle, that the two of you would keep it under wraps for a while. Being from the Land of Reason was more than enough reason for people to take an unwanted interest in you, and you didn't need the extra attention being the King of Spades' partner would garner. Plus, anyone with a grudge against Ray would see you as a target the second you announced it. It had been a sensible suggestion on his part, one you hadn't hesitated to agree to, and as far as you knew only Sirius and Fenrir knew about your relationship. Fenrir because he had walked in on you sitting in Ray's lap while he worked late one night, and Sirius because- well, can anything get past that guy? And now, Ray was offering to tell the entirety of Cradle you were his, just so that you didn't feel like you were hiding your identity anymore? You could feel your eyes starting to burn, and you cursed the late hour and the alcohol in your system for making you cry so easily, but... "I don't think we need to be that drastic. You were right when you said it would keep me safe for us to not be in the public eye, at least for now. I'm sure Seth can come up with some better way for me to tell the whole world I'm gay." "I don't doubt that at all." Ray grinned, placing a gentle kiss on first your forehead, then your nose, and finally on your lips. "Tomorrow, though. You need your beauty sleep." "Ah, yeah, can't risk getting ugly. My boyfriend might not want me anymore." You quipped. "Exactly." He smirked at you, turning out the light and pulling you into his arms.

[hoaxsen]

| angst has been coming to me easy now and idk how to feel about that.

| tw; character death, in depth talk of death, mentions of blood and other gruesome parts, season three spoilers.

| word count; 1.8k.

It was all over, spreading like a plague inside the walls upon their arrival. The victory of Wall Maria, along with the near extinction of the Scouts. How many supplies were lost during it? How much destruction was there while it all went down? Does anyone have a true number on how many bodies were being carried back on those flatbed carts after that expedition? 

They were mostly parts of bloodied and mangled things, some weren't even able to be called a body. More like a massive piles of mixed dirt, debris and whatever part of the human body there could be. One hundred and ninety nine people, turned into one enormous jigsaw puzzle that anyone has ever seen. How many carts were used for that, and which cart did this specific body rest upon? 

This body held the features of bright blue eyes, that the captain of the Scouts could sometimes find himself staring into for hours on end. Unknowingly at that. Blonde hair just swept back and kept so neat with its undercut. Sometimes Levi wonders if it was soft to the touch, it doesn't look to be hard, or dirty. Just right, minus those brows. If anything there were times where Levi wanted to trim the blonde bricks of hair off Erwin's face himself. 

Now, days like that will never come. For the sole purpose, of Erwin Smith being deceased. Giving his life up to his stupid cause and dream, this isn't what Levi meant by plundering your dream and lead those crying brats to hell. Was it selfish of him to think that Erwin might come back alive for him? It was, wasn't it? The man having to live through this shit as the leader, making gambles that no one knew how the hell they paid off. Let's not forget about the cadets and soldiers lost along the way in his gambles. A devil among men, though it was Levi wanting to be the one to raise hell right now. Bring a darker hell to the one on this very Earth for the fact that he chose to revive Armin instead of Humanity's Hope. 

Cold, and hardened steel grey hues watched as his body was pulled away, riding alongside on his own horse with this cart. Levi felt only himself at fault, what if he did revive Erwin? Despite the small specks of rocks, falling out and shredded intestines, and lack of life in the blonde's eyes, how would he look taking on the power of the colossal titan? Would he have looked the same as the treacherous Bertholdt, or better? If anything, he'd be alive right now. . .fighting a war once more in this hell. Yes, it was selfish, but Levi Ackerman had his reasons to be selfish in a time like this. Bringing back Erwin instead of Armin wasn't just going to be for humanity, it was also going to be for his own desires. To stop toying with the feelings the ravenette has for the blonde, to stop the daily lies about his ' small crush ' being just a phase. 

The captain never even got to make good on his promise before the commander passed. Wanting so hard and bad to end the Beast Titan, to make him feel the pain Erwin did before his final moments. Hopefully that chance comes back for him some other time. How badly Levi needs it, it'd only be fitting since Erwin gave up his dream for the wall retake to even have happened and succeed. 

For all Levi could do now, was regret and hope that Erwin's funeral would bring him into a small state of piece. Since the ex-commander was already in a permanent state of his own, never to be disturbed. The Ackerman slowly starts to wonder to himself, which kind of suit would really bring out a dead man's eyes? For blue, it had to be a subtle white, right? An ashen grey? Whatever color it was going to be, Levi knew he'd detest it. Knowing it'll be the final suit he sees Erwin in. 

Fast forward a bit to the lowering of the old Scouts' commander into the ground, Levi stayed behind a little ways after the ceremony. Standing before Erwin's grave, a short sigh leaving him as he placed a hand on Erwin's tombstone. 

Erwin Smith 

xxxx - xxxx 

Humanity's Beacon of Hope.

The words Levi read over, and over, and over again. Humanity's Hope, snuffed out a little ways too soon. Levi just had to wake up and face the music, it was bound to happen one day or another. He just wishes that day came a little later than this. Brushing his hand over the words, better now to say this before he keeps it inside for too long. He already regrets not saying this to him when he was alive. 

" How many of these have we attended for our fallen? Now look at you, dumbass. Right there with them, tell Petra I said hi when you see her. " 

His last chance to say this all know, because whatever God out there knows that Levi wouldn't visit Erwin's grave again after this. For the small grudge he'd hold against himself for using the syringe on Armin. 

" I followed you into the fire, made it out with a few scrapes. Though you were burned, still had the guts to carry on more bravely than me. . .even make a choice with that odd line. ' What if there is humanity outside the walls. ' Or some shit like that, and then I realized, and knew. . .that was how you were plundering your dreams and leading those crying brats to hell. " 

Unbeknownst to the captain, he wasn't alone. Just standing from afar, was another grieving heart. Armin Artlet, another soul wanting to say an unspoken peace to their old commander. But ended up seeing Levi there before him. 

" It's not fair you know, Erwin. Or that just might be me being selfish right now, yeah sounds like it. A biased opinion, since I fucking loved you and didn't have the guts to say it. Wanna know why? Cause I'm a coward. Since people I love keep leaving me in ways like this, death. Am I that detestable that death is the only way out? Gotta be, shitty way to go if you ask me, but probably your only way. Call it a curse, I guess. Sadly shit like this happens in the fucked world. I didn't even want to use it on Artlet, but you made your choice. So I had to make mine, fucking bastard. " 

Now that was a surprise to the little eavesdropper in the back, covering his mouth with his hand to not make a sound. Azure eyes bugging out of his head as the captain droned on. Armin himself wasn't even sure why he was saved, wouldn't Erwin have been a better pick? The power of the titan wasted on him, that's how it sounded. On the bright side, the colossal titan was in their arsenal with Eren's titan. Just with the wrong user in Artlet's mind. 

" It's not fair, you asshole. You get your peace, and leave me behind in this hell with a bunch of brats! Yes, they can pull their own weight. But you're not leading them anymore, instead it's gonna be someone else who can't live up to your name. All because I got emotional and saved that runt, when I knew, even with Hanji, that you were the better pick! A massive fuck up on my end, but then a small lived victory right? We have another titan ready to fight for us when needed. But I want you here! It's not fair, you trusted me to do the right thing with that weird liquid, and I don't know if I did! I promised myself that I'd follow you wherever, why did you have to go somewhere I can't go yet?! You and your stupid gambles, well make one with the devil down there and win, come back goddamn it! " 

At this point, Levi was screaming to a grave on the verge of tears. From standing to dropping on his knees, the turned up dirt from a freshly dug hole in the ground was staining his pants. Giving him the feelings of touching the underground floors, though this time he didn't care. Fighting back an attack of tears, his hands digging into the soil and gripping it. Dirt being trapped in his fingernails, a fierce look on his face with a few stray falling tears from his eyes. 

" I promise you, I'll make that sonva bitch pay. Along with aiding in to see that your final goal, your final dream is fulfilled. Even if I have to  die to make that happen. " 

It was a footstep, and the use of sharp senses that brought Levi out of his moment. Spinning around quick as could be, just to be met with a crying, tear stained face of one of his cadets. This was Levi's moment of vulnerability, being seen by Armin as if privacy wasn't a thing. Though now, the man couldn't hold it against the boy, dusting off himself to be free of the dirt and grime. Levi sent Armin a small glare, no words have been spoken yet, and not one really knew what to say. 

" Captain . . . I'm sorry, but you should have us--. " 

" Can it brat, I dunno how much you heard, and I hate repeating myself. But I'll make an exception, Erwin made his choice. I acted on it, now you might have to step up to bat. " 

Levi's words drew a small gasp from Armin, making him want to roll his eyes. 

" No one can live up to be Erwin, but I trust that you know what you're doing. Don't make me regret saving you now. " 

" Y-Yes sir! But can I ask a question? " 

That made a brow raise on Levi's face, a sign for Armin to carry on with what he was saying. The boy had to take a deep breath to even get the first word out. It almost made Levi scoff at a time like this. 

" Y-You l-love Commander Erwin, sir? Is-Is that true? " 

The stuttering fool really had the balls to ask. The captain almost looked impressed, but at the same time angered somewhat. 

" Yeah, I loved him, Artlet. A main factor playing on in why I wanted to use the syringe on him. But something happened during it, like I said. Don't make me regret it. " 

All he got was a frantic nod from the other blonde, even a salute for some reason. Levi responded with his own nod back, figuring now that his time alone with Erwin was up. Looking behind him at that grave, he sighed, his eyes narrowing somewhat. 

' Don't worry, Erwin. You won't be along for long, I said I'd follow you right? Into that same fire I'll soon be going. ' 

He whispered out, making his way to leave now. Going as far as to pat a startled Armin on the shoulder. His own line echoing inside his head to help cope with this, just tweaked a bit this time. 

' Plunder all your dreams, and lead those crying brats to victory. In his name. ' 

[supersizemeplz]

Nose Wide Open

CountryBoy!Erik Stevens x Black PlusSized Reader

Another #supersizedfic short. I'm southern, but this doesn't really scream it. I really tried though. Enjoy!

Sun spilled over the front yard, reflecting off the tiny speckled dew that frosted the grass. Trimmed bushes lined the front of the house with beautiful roses here and there. The wind chime that hung from beside the green vines swayed gently in the morning breeze. You rested lazily in the white cushioned chair that occupied the porch, reading a novel you bought a week before. Some love story that you were deeply into.

Beside you, a small circular table sat to match the chair you were in. It held your glass of lemonade that sat atop a floral coaster, next to a small vase of fresh looking flowers. A small tag hanging from it with a cute note from Erik.

The rumbling of a familiar pick up truck caught your attention before it's golden paint caught your eye. It eased into the shade of your driveway, right behind your car. Excitement sparked within you and you had to stop yourself from jumping up to greet him. Once the engine went silent, that bun of dreads popped out. Erik shut the door behind him, smiling as he rounded the truck. His jeans were tucked into his dusty Georgia boots, but his white tee wasn't tucked in today. Though you were sure his belt with his last name stamped into the leather hugged his waist.

"Mornin, princess! You're up early." His accent as thick as honey.

You grinned with a playful eye roll, closing your book and resting it on your lap. Sitting up straight, you watched as he approached the stairs. That gold chain peeking from beneath his shirt. "I could say the same for you, Stevens. You missed me, huh?"

Erik chuckled, slowing as he got to the steps. Taking his time, he took in your appearance as he ascended them. A sundress comforted your body, afro freed and skin glowing. "Every second we're apart, baby girl.." He put a hand over his heart, giving you that charming smile of his. "..and I came to see what your pretty self had planned for today." He stepped onto the porch, both hands in his pockets as he looked over at you. You felt your cheeks heat up and your lips give in to a smile.

You sat your book on the table, shrugging lightly as you looked up at him. "Nothing really. I was just gonna take a lazy day since I'm off.." Standing, your bare feet pressed against the dark stained wood. "What did you have in mind, Mr. Stevens?" You walked to stand beside his relaxed figure against the porch railing, looking at him over your shoulder. His eyes followed you until you stood at his side.

He smirked, standing from his relaxed posture to stand by you. His right hand rested over your left atop the railing, his thumb massaging over your soft skin. "Nothing really. I was just gonna do some work for my aunt, tend to the horses and stuff. I was hoping you'd tag along?"

You smirked, nodding slowly before you chuckled. He knew you'd never turn down a chance to visit his aunt.  "Give me two minutes.." He nodded, holding up his imaginary watch and tapping his wrist.

Just as promised, you'd returned two minutes later with shoes. As well as your over the shoulder. He'd led you to the truck, opening the passenger door with a smile. You took his awaiting hand, allowing him to help you up into the high truck. Which you believed he really enjoyed doing. When you thanked him after getting seated, he replied with 'my pleasure, sweetness'.

Not long after, he'd climbed into the car and pulled out the driveway. With the grace of a falling feather, smooth and gentle. You smiled softly at the fuzziness you felt riding with him. His hand would soon find your hand, giving it a small squeeze so you would look at him. Like he just did. Then he'd flash you a smile that'd make your heart flutter. Like the one on his face now.

"You good, princess?" The teasing in his voice was evident, making you shift in your seats. You gave a nod, liking how your hand felt in his.

Your body eased further into the seats to calm itself as you admired the black leather of the interior, mentally approving of the golden touches here and there. Your eyes found him laid back comfortably while he drove. Erik was too handsome for his own good and your eyes didn't attempt to stop their admiring anytime soon. It took him catching you to look away, blushing at his chuckle when he met your stare with a glance of his own. Those dimples of his deepened and he licked his lips.

He leaned forward, inches from your lips as he smiled. His fingertips held your chin, slowly easing you closer. "How are you so damn pretty?" You melted at his voice, taking in the faint smell of his cologne before he pulled back. With a teasing smirk on his lips and a wink. "Lets get to it, princess."

You couldn't help the little pout of your lips as you watched him get out of the truck. Mumbling a soft 'good lord' as you relaxed against the seat. You hadn't realized you'd made it. He came around to open your door, helping you out of the truck. Smiling at the dazed look on your face.

You avoided the smirk he held, looking to the barn ahead of you. As well as the area for the horses next to it. The screen door to the house closed, catching both you and Erik's attention. His aunt, Nina, waved at you both. Erik smiled as she came to where you both stood beneath the shade of the oak tree. "Hey, auntie."

She walked up to him with open arms, giving him a hug as greeting. "Hey, baby.. About time you brought your girlfriend back up here to see me. How you doin', sugar?"

You looked to Erik with a raised eyebrow, smirking as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm fine, Ms. Nina. How are you?" His girlfriend you say?

"I'm still working on that, auntie. Don't scare her off.." He teased, chuckling as you all laughed.

She wrapped her arm with yours as she playfully waved him off, heading towards the house. "I'm fine, baby.. and call me auntie, sugar. We're basically family. Why don't we catch up inside while Erik feeds the horses?" You agreed, giving another teasing look back at Erik before heading to the house. To which he gave back a wink.

Once you'd both gotten in, Aunt Nina fixed two glasses of lemonade. She sat across from you at the table as she caught you up on her life since you'd last seen her. Amusing short stories and questions of her own for you. Though when she asked a particular question, though it was bound to pop up, it still made you ponder.

What's going on with you and my nephew?

You didn't answer instantly as you'd rehearsed in your head a few times before. To be honest, you had no idea. You and Erik were great friends, you'd trained yourself to think. Just friends. Of course, Erik hinted at his fondness of you. It just hadn't clicked yet. He was almost to good to be true.

Nina placed her hand over yours, rubbing her thumb against your skin to soothe you. "You shouldn't over think it, honey. Erik's a great guy and I can tell you that he really cares for you. It's hard for Erik to show his emotional side, but with you.." She chuckled, nodding before she sipped her drink. "..with you, it's something special. He's head over heels for you. And you ain't hear it from me.. but when he's around me and on the phone with you, he's smiling from ear to ear. I don't see how his cheeks aren't sore after y'all conversations."

You laughed out at that, having the privilege of facetiming him once and catching his raised cheeks numerous times.

You looked out the window to where he was carrying bales of hay from the barn to the horses. A smile graced your lips as you watched him. Nina stood from her seat, walking to the cabinet. "How about you take him something to drink, baby?" She filled the glass with lemonade and brought it to you. Accepting it, you stood with a nod. "I'm sure he misses you too."

You headed back into the shining sun, making your way across the yard. Erik rolled his shoulders after dropping another bale of hay at his stack. He looked over to you, smiling as soon as he caught sight of your face. "So you do care about me.." Giving a teasing wink, he accepted the cold refreshment. Taking a sip as you admired him.

A dark wife beater now fit his frame, showcasing his broad shoulders and chest. His arms were glistening with sweat and you could really see the definition of his arms. As if you'd needed help in the first place.

"What makes you think I don't care about you, Stevens? You're my ride home." You teased back, looking up at him under your lashes. He laughed out loud at that, looking at you in amusement when he calmed.

"I forget how funny you are, princess. A beautiful woman with many surprises.. No wonder I like you so much." He licked his lips, walking with you into the shade of the massive oak tree.

You shrugged, shyly as you both stopped. "I've heard it's hard not to."

He chuckled, taking another sip of his drink. Looking back to the house, he motioned his head towards it. "So you and Aunt Nina had a good talk, huh? You were in there a while."

You nodded, "We did. I always love our talks. She's easy to talk to"

"Yeah, she's my go to for advice.." He confessed. "What did you two talk about? Me?"

He took another sip of his drink, catching a drop of liquid with his tongue before it fell from his full lips. You felt the butterflies dance in your stomach as you looked away. "Yeah, actually.. About us. How she can see that you really like me.."

He rubbed the back of his neck again. Something you'd notice he did when he was nervous. "I've confessed to her once or twice with how much I like you. But she seen it before I said anything. In her words, you got my nose wide open."

You smiled up at him, slipping your hand into his. Stepping closer to him, you brought your free hand up to play with the coils of his beard. Which he really liked you doing. "I supposed its a good thing that I feel the same way about you, huh?"

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