#HE'S SHIRTLESS BECAUSE I WANTED TO PAINT HIS MARKS I SWEAR!

[lullambii]

POV: You’re in the abandoned mansion in Hightown when this broody elf, who’s been dancing alone, suddenly catches you. What are your last wishes?

[bowdownbucky]

𝐁𝐀𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐃, 𝐁𝐀𝐃 !

part 2 <3

summary: you have an encounter with your best friend’s brother bucky!

pairing: innocent! reader x college! bucky

warnings: cursing, asshole! steve rogers, kissing, drug use, oral (female receiving) fingering.

your heart began to beat heavily, bucky didn’t care that his sister was outside of the door but you started to feel guilty. this was so wrong of you and you didn’t even want to look at yourself. “you better answer her sweethear, she’s not gonna leave.” bucky taunts you, he hand trails your stomach, groping your breasts hard. “uh-im almost finished, i h-had to ohhh.” you slap you hand over your mouth, bucky smirks as he pinches you nipple again.

“what?” rebecca moved closer to the door. “are you okay? i’m coming in.” your eyes widens, you pushed bucky away and slowly cracked the door. “i’m f-fine, the um…pizza! the pizza went down the wrong hatch.” you lie. rebecca’s face screws up. “ew i did not need to know that y/n” you watch as she walks into her room. you close the door, leaning your head back onto the wooden frame.

you closed your eyes and hoped that this was all a dream, that you didn’t actually kiss your best friends brother. you slowly open your eyes only to meet a pair of blue eyes, bucky laughs at you. “went down the wrong hatch? seriously?” you cross your arms in front of your chest. “well what was i supposed to say, sorry can’t talk now i’m making out with your brother. she’s kill me!” you exclaim, you ran your hands down your face in an irrational manner. this was too much for you and bucky didn’t see anything wrong with it.

“would you chill out? here take a hit, it will make you feel better.” bucky offers the small bud once more, you smack it out of his hand. “do you always solve your problems with weed!” you hiss. his eyes were low, he watched as the joint flew onto the ground. you hitch your breath realizing what you did, you see his tongue rub his lower lip. you almost melt at the sight.

“your gonna regret the doll.” he seethes into your ear. he pushes you against the door, you let out a yelp but he covers your mouth. “i know a way you can make it up to me, and you are gonna make it up to me. you know why baby?” you shake your head. “because you don’t want to get on my bad side. i would hate to ruin that innocence of yours.” he whisperers, he hands managed to find their way to you ass, giving it a light squeeze before letting you go.

you move from the door and he exits the bathroom, leaving you alone with your thoughts. you could barely comprehend what happened let along what he meant by his bad side. you grabbed the nail polish remover and walk back to rebecca room. “finally! you took forever.” you mumble a small sorry and sat on her bed, she lends you her hand and you get to work on her nails, she chose a peach color and wanted you to add a french tip, such a classic.

as you continue painting her nails she squeals making you mess up the curved line. “becca! your nails!” you groan. “i don’t care! why didn’t you tell me?” you tilt your head confusingly. “you and steve hooked up and you didn’t tel me?!” you eyes go wide. “what! no! where did you get that from?” you ask her. she huffs. “no, no, no, no don’t try to act all innocent! you and chris did it and there is evidence on your neck. i rest my case.” you rush off the bed and check your neck, you internally face palm seeing dark purple marks all over your neck.

“i had no idea steve was like that. i guess i have to stop making fun of him now.” she chuckles. “just taking me home my ass! so how was it? was he big? why arent you giving me details.” rebecca whines, kicking her feet in her bed. you ignored her and attempted to kneed out the hickies. as you run the marks you notice bucky staring at you from his room door, you could practically feel his smirk as you watched his reflection go back to his room. you heart raced as you tried to come up with an excuse.

“it’s no big deal i just burnt myself with a straightener.” you curse to yourself knowing she wouldn’t fall for that. “fine don’t tell me! i’m going to sleep, all this secrecy has made me tired.” rebecca yawns, you hoped she wouldn’t ask you about the hickey again because lying was never your forte. you lie in the large bed, clouded in your own thoughts.

did he like you? was he just messing with you? you had so many assumptions of why he kissed you, what bothered you the most was that you had steve. steve was a jock and you were an outcast, you didn’t know how it would work. even though you and steve hadn’t officially said you were together, you still respected him and wanted to be faithful.

the next morning at school, you kept your head down and didn’t talk to anyone for the most part. no one really seems to notice because you were kind of a nobody. you sat in your forensics class, jotting down notes here and there. you stop writing when you feel a hand creep up your thigh. you turn your head toward steve, he kept a straight face and didn’t acknowledge how unamused you were.

“what are you doing?” you whisper. steve’s hand tries to travel up your skirt but you close your legs firmly. “steve!” he turns to you. “we’re in the middle of class.” you point out. “i’m sorry you know i can’t resist you baby. let me make it up to you but taking you out after homecoming.” you hault yourself as you almost roll your eyes at him. steve could be pushy sometimes especially when it came to losing your virginity to him. you hated that rebecca told him that, now he wouldn’t leave you alone.

“oh really.” you say pretending to be intrigued. “the guys and i bought hotel rooms for tonight and we get to bring a special girl along. and you know since your my favorite girl, i thought we could go together and have fun. go swimming, watch movies, kiss, cuddle, the whole nine and maybe some other stuff if you want.” you remove his hand from your thigh and continue writing notes. “i told you steve i’m not ready for that stuff yet.”

steve huffs, returning back to the lesson. your virginity wasn’t something that you kept sacred but you wanted you first time to be meaningful and steve hadn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend yet so your answer would always be no if he asked. when school ended you took the bus home, you quickly packed a bag full of makeup, hair supplies and your clothes for homecoming. you checked the time, almost cursing yourself seeing how you were going to be late to rebecca’s house.

you ran as fast as you could to the barnes’ house, you could practically feel the lecture rebecca was going to give you. luckily, you live a few blocks down from the barnes so it wouldn’t be too long of a walk/run. when you arrived at the barnes’ you quickly rang the doorbell. the door opens’ revealing a shirtless bucky who looked like he just got out of the shower. “can i help you?” he smirks looking down on you.

“becca t-told m-me to come, for homecoming.” you gulped attempting to maintain eye contact. his couldn’t help but peek at his glistened abs, you really hoped he didn’t catch on to you checking him out. before he could let out a snarky comment rebecca came gritting down the stairs with curlers in her hair. “there you are! y/n your late and we only have three hours to get ready.” you pushed pass bucky and ran up the stairs.

bucky watched at how nervous you were, it was like the fuel he ran on. rebecca closed her door and pushes you onto her vanity chair. “please tell me i have creative freedom tonight!” rebecca pleads with her big blue eyes staring at you. you sigh and nod. she kisses your forehead before beginning your makeup.

after a few hours of prodding, poking, blending, and brushing, rebecca finally finished your makeup and hair. normally you wouldn’t wear makeup because you didn’t know how to do it very well but when you did have it on you truly looked like a princess. “now carefully get into your dress y/n, i swear to god if you mess up an eyelash i will kill you.” she threatens you with her high pitched voice. you removed your jeans and shirt revealing your body, you quickly unzipped the dress as you start to compare your body to rebecca’s. becca was tall and slim while you were a little curvy. you had a small tummy with stretchmarks and she had a flat tummy with a slender waist. your best friend was beautiful and you didn’t want to see mom jealous, so you put up a front and delt with it.

you and rebecca were finally dressed, rebecca looked stunning in her white and pink dress. with the help of rebecca and mrs.barnes, you had pick a pale green dress, the curve of the dress fit you like a glove. the creases on the dress made you look more mature and sexier. you were never use to being sexy so the look on your face made rebecca freak out. “you totally hate it, i knew we should’ve gone with the black dress.” you shake your head. “n-no! it looks…great. thank you becks.” the door opens, your heart quickens when you meet a pair of bright eyes. you noticed bucky had put on a shirt, a part of you were bummed out. “would it kill you to knock! we’re girls who need privacy!” rebecca yells. bucky didn’t give his sister the time of day, his eyes were fixated on you. you felt self conscious as he stared at you long and hard. “mom and dad are going to a banquet dinner in manhattan. they won’t be back until tomorrow.” he tells rebecca. she crossed her arms in confusion. “what? no! i was supposed to have the car tonight. how the hell are we supposed to get to hoco?” rebecca flings her arms up dramatically.

bucky chuckles at his sister’s agony. “wait!” you spoke up as bucky was about to walk away. “c-can y-ou drive us?” you ask quietly. rebecca pulled your arm. “are you crazy? do you know what people say if we shows up to homecoming in a pickup truck?” rebecca vocalized. you couldn’t care less what people had to say, you just wanted and excuse to be see bucky. “becca this is important to you and even you said yourself we had to be there under any circumstances.”

rebecca whines. “fine but you’re dropping us off a block away. i need to retouch my hair, you’ve made me stress away the curls.” you watched as she pushes past bucky, leaving the two of you. you stare at him for a second then turn around, attempting to act uninterested. “you know you should skip this whole homecoming thing altogether.” bucky told you. “what! no, this is important to becca and i promised her i’d be there.” you felt his presence behind you, your back was pressed to his front. “come on doll, you never seemed like the type to be into this stuff anyway. i have a few places we could go instead. wouldn’t that be way more fun.” he was baiting you and hell, you were falling for it very hard. he pushed your hair to the side, laying a kiss on your shoulder. his hand cupped your waist, pulling you as close as you could get.

his pressed more kisses up your neck, he liked testing you, he would make you beg for it if you gave him the chance. “c’mom dollface, don’t you wanna have fun with me?” you almost gave him a nod but refrained. “i should go help rebecca, see you in a few james.” you walk away smiling to yourself, you won this round of the game but best believe, bucky was going to win the next level.

you sat in between bucky and rebecca once more, y’all were currently picking up nathan and steve, your dates for the evening. “you look beautiful beck.” nathan smiles at his girlfriend. rebecca left you in the front with bucky so she could kiss her boyfriend more. steve walks to the front car door but bucky locks him out. “hey man, open the door.” steve groans. the two had seem to have history and now you were going to be in between it. “you know the rules big guy, no douches in the front seat.” bucky smirks. “then why are you sitting up here asshole?” steve sarcastically jokes. rebecca huffed from the back, leaning in the front of the seat. “hey dickheads, we don’t have time for this, have your cat fight after hoco. let’s go!” she demands. steve huffs, taking a seat next to the couple who had no problem with pda.

the ride to the school was pretty silent except for the rock music playing from the radio. you stared out of the window, you could tell bucky was mad because of how tight he was holding the steering wheel, his knuckles were almost white from the tight grip. suddenly, his hand was on your thigh. your eyes widened, you quickly look back to make sure no one saw what was happening. “what are you doing?” you whisper. he doesn’t say anything to you, his hand stays on your thigh and his eyes stay on the road but you could still see the smirk on his face. you tried to push his his hand away but he only moves it higher, almost touching your core. you didn’t want to play games anymore, you were never built for them, you open your legs up more, instead of doing what you wanted, he removed his hand. “alright guys, have a good night.” rebecca and nathan were the first ones to leave the truck. steve exits the truck and stands by youre window. “you coming?” you nod to him. “i’ll be out in a second.” steve walks away from the window, bucky bursts out into laughter.

you throw a punch at his arm but he doesn’t flinch at you. “thats not funny! you’re so mean.” you pout. “no what’s funny is you actually going out with steve.” you eye him in confusion. steve was a good guy, he could be a little pushy but that was just high school boys. “he’s nice and he asked me to go with him. i really don’t see what’s funny bucky.”

“you think just because the guy asked you to a dance, he suddenly changes his player ways. i think you forgot i use to be one of those guys. guys like that don’t fal for girls like you” he pauses. “all he wants is to get you under him and then he’s gonna hop to the next willing participant. god you’re so naive.” you crossed your arms. “you’re such a jerk james! at least he has the decency to not play with my feelings! you’re sister was right! you’re nothing but a-an…asshole.” you yell, leaving the truck with a slam of the door. you surprised yourself at how you went off on him, what did he know about steve. you knew being involved with bucky was bad but now you officially got your sign to stay away from him.

you walked into the school looking for steve. you pushed pass people grinding and dancing on each other. when you find steve you see he’s not alone, he was dancing with lila miller. the two were close together, you turn you back in disgust once you catch the two of them share a very tongue-filled kiss. you sit at the table in annoyance. of course bucky would be right about steve, you hated the fact that he was right.

it took an hour and a half for steve to find you sitting at the table, watching everyone have fun. “hey y/n sorry i was waiting for you but then the guys wanted to go take some shots in the bathroom.” steve leans over to kiss your lips but you dodge him. he looks at you with a confused face. “come on let’s go dance.” he offers you his hand, you play with the fork that was covered in strawberry cake. “i’m good, maybe you should go dance with lila instead.” you say. steve sits back down in the chair, he cleared his throat. “you saw that? i didn’t think you’d be mad, it’s not like we’re together or anything.”

you roll your eyes, pushing your plate away from you. you get up and begin walking to the double doors. as you enters the hallways you ignore steve calling your name. “y/n! can you just wait a minute!” he yells, pulling your arm back causing you to hault. “it was just a dance, i was being nice. you can’t just get mad at me like that, i asked you to be my girlfriend more than once and you said no.”

“because all you want from me is sex which is not ready to give to you. you don’t think i hear about you hooking up with girls in the gym closet. i don’t want to be the next dumb girl who becomes a play thing for you.” you snap on him. “oh come on, sex is just sex, why do you make such a bug deal over this?” he groans.

“it’s not just sex steve, i want it to be meaningful and memorable. i’m sorry if i don’t want to hook up in a sleezy hotel.” you yell, your faces were extremely close. “and you think barnes is gonna make it special? god you’re so naive.” you furrow your brows, what did bucky have to do with this situation. “he has nothing to do with this steve! you asked me to come to this dance with you only for you to dance with another girl and make me look dumb sitting there waiting for you. you can’t take your hotel invite and shove it up your ass.” you walk away from steve, this time he didn’t bother calling your name. after he heard you curse at him he knew you guys were not going to work this out

you sit on the stairs of the school, tears slowly slid from your eyes. you felt so stupid and used, you knew steve was right but it still hurt. you two weren’t together and if he wanted to take another girl to the hotel he could because you weren’t together. you cringe at how bucky was right about steve, you wanted to be angry at him but he did warn you.

you decide to head home, walking alone the lonesome streets of brooklynn. you were wet due to the copious amount of rain fall, you shiver once more and continue to walk to your house. you noticed a familiar truck driving beside you. bucky rolls down his window. “get in.” he tells you. you continue walking, deciding to ignore the older boy. “come on doll it’s raining. a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be walking alone.” you couldn’t believe he as trying to flirt with you right now. you were hurt by his words and you were standing your ground, well that was until you heard a loud crack of lightning. you quickly rushed into the truck, slamming the door behind you.

before bucky could speak you began to talk. “just because i’m sitting in here with you, doesn’t mean i forgive you.” you seethed. bucky nods at you. “okay.” you angrily slap his arm. “okay? are you serious right now? how about a sorry for being a jerk!” you yell at him. bucky doesn’t acknowledge you, he starts looking for something in his truck. “god! boys are stupid! all you do is crave sex and hurt girls!” you rant, arms crossed over your chest. once you finished your rant you peek over at bucky holding two blunts. “wanna get high?”

you later found yourself in bucky’s room, high as a kite. you didn’t know what effect he had on you but you gave into his temptation. you sat on his bed, letting him shotgun smoke onto your mouth. “god you’re so hot.” bucky kisses your right shoulder. you softly hum in response, he trails his kisses to your exposed neck. you knew this was wrong on so many level but it felt so right.

“kiss me.” you whisper against him. the drugs in your system had your hormones at an all time high, you needed him to touch you. bucky locks his lips with yours, tongue roaming each other’s mouth in such a sensual way. bucky’s hand roams your body, cupping your breasts then your neck. you moan as he applies pressure to your throat.

he slides down you dress straps, with every kiss and touch you felt your dress being pulled lower and lower. bucky lifts you up on his lap, helping you out of the green champagne dress. you were fully exposed to him, his large hands grope your ass. he slaps the soft skin sending your lower half to grind against his tight jeans. bucky groans, pulling you closer to his bottom half. you felt the jean material rub against your clothes clit, your body shakes at the new feeling. “god you have no idea what you do to me princess.” he moans into your neck. his right hand unhooks your bra, you let the bra fall off of you. bucky eyes your bare chest, his blue eyes darken filling with lust.

he pulls your breast into his mouth, twirling his tongue around your swollen nipple. you grip onto his shirt, when moves your ass back and forth on his pants. “p-please bucky.” you whine, your body was aching for him to touch you. “what do you want doll?” you grab his, guiding him to your clothed cunt. you slip his hand under you, allowing his to grope your pussy. your mouth gapes open when bucky slowly rubs your clit back and forth.

when he notices you like the feeling of him touching you, it sends him into a deep lustful trance. he flips you over, bucky’ dog tags dangle over you. he kisses between your breast, trailing down to your stomach then he comes in contact with your laced white panties.

you can feel his breath on your wet core. he inhales you, moaning as if your cunt was the drug he was addicted to. he removed your panties from your body, bucky’s cock hardens once he caught a look at your pussy, your cunt was glistening from how wet it was, it took everything in bucky not to dive right in. “your so wet for me baby, and i haven’t even touched you yet. your pussy is begging for me to devour it.” bucky taunts. he slips one finger in your folds, your back arches at the finger passes your clit.

“bucky…please. i’ll do anything.” you beg. bucky perks an eyebrow at you. “anything?” you nod vigorously. “you’re going to cum for me three times. understand?” you nod your head. bucky licks a stride up your cunt. he moans at the taste of you. bucky wraps his pink lips around your clit, your legs spread wide as you beg for him to devour you. your back arches more, his hands pin your waist down to keep you steady, you screw your eyes shut as he sucks your clit into his mouth softly.

you moan out in pleasure, letting your hands grip his soft brown hair. you tug on his roots, attempting to push him closer to you. bucky pulls away earring a whine from you, he slips his middle finger into your core. at first his movements were slowly, he was preparing before adding his ring finger. you rode his fingers, moaning as he pumped you. you watch as he spits on your core, watching his saliva mix in with your cunt. you felt your stomach tighten, bucky felt your pussy clench around his fingers, imagining you around his cock.

he wastes no time, diving into your pussy. his tongue rapidly worked your clit, his fingers pumping you at a fast pace. your body was overwhelmed by all the stimulation. “bucky!” you scream at the top of your lungs. you were now grinding against his face, he didn’t tease you anymore, now he was on a mission to give you your orgasm. your legs shake, you cry out for bucky, your toes curled and your back arches to its full extent. bucky slows his movements as you come down from your high.

you collapse on his bed, you shiver as you feel bucky remove his hand from your pussy. you try to catch your breath, bucky hovers over you. “who knew my babydoll had that in you.”

[mull3ts]

Quarintine Boyz, Part One

Pairing | NCT's 00 line x Reader

⚠ Warnings! | Smut, Orgy (5some, but that comes in part 2), Swearing, is this qualified crack?, Just a bunch of flirting too, Fingering, Dirty Talk, *not proofread, Requested!

↳ Word Count: 3.1k

· Part 2

Week 1:Day 1/14, 8:43 am

"You need to stop eating my coffee, Donghyuck"

He gasped

"Um? Eating? Really? You're a bit stupid, Jaemin." Donghyuck fought back

"Think again," Jaemin hissed "I'm not the one stupid enough to drink coffee that's not theirs!"

Jeno glared at them

"Will you guys just-"

"Butt out of it, sexy guy" They both yelled

"That one's new" Jeno mumbled

"Will you bitch asses shut up, there's a pandemic for crying out loud!" Renjun yelled from the couch

"I have litterally never heard that word once in my life" You said streching as you just woke up

"Y/N" Donghyuck and Jaemin said both storming towards you

"Tell him he shouldn't drink my coffee" Jaemin said

"Nu-uh tell this hoe to back off because if it's on the counter, it's free real estate" Donghyuck said

"That's really not my problem, what's a pandemic?" You asked

"Apparently it's when we can't go outside anymore and quarantine for 2 weeks." Renjun sighed

"How am I supposed to work out!" Jeno shrieked

"How am I supposed to get laid!" Jaemin said dropping his bag of coffee grounds

"How am I supposed to leave and see Mark!"

"How am I supposed to care about that, Hyuck" You mumbled

"How am I supposed to live with all of you!" Renjun screamed grabbing his hair

"First of all," You began, "Jeno, you can do home workouts"

"But my weights..." Jeno whispered

"Jaemin, just jackoff for god's sake!"

"It's not the same...Can I use you?" Jaemin said, being absolutely serious

"That sounds horrible, no. Donghyuck, just call Mark or something!"

"But I wanna kiss him!" Donghyuck cried

"Kiss your phone! Renjun...let's go jump off of a bridge" You sighed

"Let's go!" Renjun said grabbing his car keys "We'll miss you all...not really but still!"

Jeno blocked the door

"Nope. You two aren't going anywhere" He said crossing his arms

"Yeah, we wouldn't want you two catching Corona" Jaemin pouted

You both sighed "Fine"

"So, what's for breakfast?"

"So, what's your social security number?"

"What?"

"What?"

Day 2/14, 6:23 am

"Oh, hi Jaemin"

You were taken aback, Jaemin was cooking, at 6:00 am

"What's cooking good looking?" He smirked

"Um, nothing, I'm not cooking?" You questioned

"Shit, um....y-you'reeeeeeee hot, mmhm, hot like hot, really hot." Jaemin said thinking about it as he spoke

"T-thanks?"

Jaemin got a plate for the both of you and turned around making you actually look at him

You screamed while turning red

"NA JAEMIN WHY AREN'T YOU WEARING A SHIRT?!"

"It's hot?" He stated plainly "So I'm not wearing a shirt."

"I'm fucking cold Na Jaemin, what makes you think it's hot?"

He smirked again, you'd really like to wipe that smirk off of his pretty face

"You're in the room, makes it hotter"

"I KNEW THAT THIS WOULD HAPPEN. I KNEW YOU WOULD DO THIS TO HER NA JAEMIN!" Renjun yelled waking down the stairs

"Y-you what?"

"Shit. I've been exposed"

"And what are you gonna do about it" Jaemin said slamming his fist on the table

"Nothing, except go back to bed. Oh and by the way...the AC is broken and that's why it's so cold" Renjun said yawning and walking back up the stairs

"Yeah, aren't you cold, Jaemin?" You questioned looking at the goosebumps on his biceps

"I'm fine" He said placing your food on the plate "So, you gonna put on a shirt-" He stopped you. "Nope. I'm staying shirtless with this apron".

"You know that's a Peppa Pig apron right?"

"It was cheap! Your point is...". You shook your head "It's nothing".

Day 2/14, 2:55 pm

"You don't mind if I workout while your here, right?" Jeno asked holding a workout mat

"No, this is your room anyways"

"Cool" That's when Jeno started to remove his shirt

"A-aren't you gonna keep that on"

Smack

"Keep it, babe. Wear it sometime" He smirked while beginning to stretch

Then an idea popped into his head

"Why don't we stretch something else, hmm?" Jeno said playfully

"Like what"

He motioned you to come to him with is finger

He started to remove your clothes until you were bare

"J-jeno"

"Shh, keep it down babe, the others will hear you"

Jeno released his cock from his shorts and rubbed your entrance making you whimper

"Already wet, babe?" He chuckled

"J-jeno, please" You begged

"What is it you want babe, tell me"

"I want-"

It was just his imagination, and he was already doing his push-ups. He looked at you to see what you were doing

"Sniffing my shirt? Do I smell that nice?"

"Hey Jeno you-" You paused examining his body

"-you have a really big...dick"

Jeno stopped doing his push-ups looking at you like you told him something dumb

"Well geeze, babe, you don't have to remind me" He said going back to his push-ups

You heard a laughter erupt from the door

"Pft, Y/N, you haven't even seen his dick out of his pants" Donghyuck laughed leaning on Jeno's door frame

"Well is it big?" You asked innocently making Jeno's dick harden

"Are these two really having a conversation about my dick?"

"Oh my sweet Y/N, it's big, until the day Jeno decides to bed you...I'll tell you it's big"

You seemed so fascinated

"Woah, cool"

Day 3/14, 1:22 am

"Renjun?" You questioned

"Huh?" He looked at you

"Why are you painting at...1:22 am?"

"I don't know, why are you up at 1:22 am?" He questioned back

"I'm looking for Jaemin's Peppa Pig apron"

Renjun laughed

"Jaemin's sleeping in it" He responded

"Isn't that a choking hazard?" You asked, concerned

"Jaemin likes to choke people-"

Renjun's phone went off

"Hang on"

[Na Jaehoe, 1:23 am] Shut up you shorty Bob Ross don't fucking tell her that 😤😤😤

"Nevermind" Renjun chuckled "So I heard the Jeno's dick conversation"

"Gosh don't remind me, Renjun"

You looked at what he was painting

"Is that-" He cut you off "Peppa Pig, yeah. I'm gonna use it to haunt Jaemin if he gets married."

"So like as his wedding gift?"

"Exactly" Renjun looked at the clock "You should go to bed ya know"

"So should you, ya know"

"I'll go at 2:00, night Y/N"

"Night, Renjun"

Day 3/14, 12:44 pm

"Looks like sleeping beauty woke up" Donghyuck snickered from the dining table

"Oh, shut up" You said looking at all of your roommates who were eating lunch

"Here, it's uh...What's this again, Jaemin?" Jeno asked. "It's uh...Chipotlé? Wait- Yeah, Chipotlé" Jaemin said blandly

"Are you still wearing that Peppa-"

"AnD?" Jaemin clapped back, Jaemin sighed "I HAVENT BEEN LAIED IN MONTHS!"

Everyone groaned "JAEMIN! What did Y/N say?"

"She said to just jackoff...BUT ITS NOT THE SAME!"

"That's really not my problem..."

"Maybe we should sign you up for therapy-"

"No, no, I'll live like the Virgin Mary" Jaemin protested

Day 3, 12:55 am

You were all in tears (except for Jeno) and Donghyuck was already sobbing his eyes out by the time The Titanic started sinking

"Donghyuck, your eyes are so puffy!" Renjun pointed out laughing though the tears

"S-shut up you oompa loompa" Donghyuck sniffed. "You guys are babies, right babe?" Jeno said looking at you who was gripping on to him tightly. "SHUT UP LEE JENO YOU ARENT DATING" Jaemin hissed from his side of the couch bursting out in tears

"J-jaemin, is that my shirt?" You asked drying your eyes on Jeno's shirt

"It's the goddamn laundry Y/N..." He sniffed. "Hey, Y/N" Donghyuck called, still sounding stuffy "Can I draw you like one of my French Girls?"

"You can't even draw that well" You defended not wanting to be drawn nude. "Then Renjun, you do it, I'll pay you like 20 bucks" Donghyuck said nudging Renjun, "$150" Renjun responded

"Nevermind..." Donghyuck huffed

Day 4/14, 10:49 am

You didn't wanna knock, and it didn't really sound like anything was in there

But you forgot about anyone

"AH SHIT" You screamed, clearly not prepared to have seen a naked Jaemin

He scoffed, "Don't act like you don't fucking like seeing me like this, Y/N" He inched closer to you. "Don't act like I haven't noticed you checking me out when I wore that apron or when I was wearing that small ass t-shirt of yours-"

"Oh, so now you know how I feel when you're overthere at the other end of the room clearly biting your lip-" Jaemin cut you off by slamming his lips against yours

"Shut up, princess. How about I give us both what we want, how does that sound?". You noddes your head while Jaemin removed your shorts along with your underwear

"You drive me so fucking crazy walking around the house with these on. What makes you think you can just dress like a slut everyday around 4 boys hmm? Tell me" Jaemin taunted

"I like wearing them" You pouted. "Yeah? Well all of us like seeing you wear them, so why don't we put on a little show for the boys?" He reached down and entered a finger in your pussy.

He chuckled, "So wet huh?". You whimpered "Please Don't stop Jaemin"

"Na Jaemin, you're staring" You said snapping him out of his trance. You couldn't bare his gaze on you, looking at you like he was gonna eat you. "It's not my fault you're so cute." Jaemin smirked

"Well then it's my mother's?!?" You said. Jaemin was inching closer and closer to you as your back hit the wall

"Kiss me right now, Y/N"

"Oh, there you are Y/N!" Renjun chirped "What are you doing to the poor girl, you man whore" Renjun said sassily

"Why didn't I close the door"

"N-nothing...man virgin" Jaemin snickered

"I AM NOT" Renjun said tilting his head a bit, "C'mon Y/N, lets do the laundry for our resident man whore" Renjun said making you giggle "Man whore". Jaemin rolled his eyes at you

Day 5/14, 6:57 pm

"Where the HELL is Donghyuck!" You yelled

"I dunno" they all said in unison, so you decided to call Mark

"Mark?"

"What's up?" He answered, "Do you know where Hyuck is?". Mark sighed, "He's not my responsibly Y/N"

"Sure does seem like it" You said before hangging up. His room light was closed so you didn't think to check, but you'd rather be safe than sorry. "Donghyuck?" You knocked as you swung the door open.

You shrieked

"Hey, baby" He cooed before he went back to jerking off "Care to watch?" he asked making it sound more like a demand

"I think I'll..."

"Stay? Yep, that's what I thought"

So you watched Donghyuck, jerking off to you, for 15 minutes

"Y-y/n ah!" He said as cum leaked out of his dick. Donghyuck got cleaned up leaving you at a loss of words

"You're welcome, sweetheart" He said grabbing your chin making you look up at him

"yA! Y/N, Jaemin needs you in the kitchen cause he burnt one of the frying pans" Jeno said opening the door

"Tell him I'll be right there"

"Bye bye, sweetheart" Donghyuck cooed causing Jeno glare at him

Day 6/14, 9:32 am

Jeno knocked on your door

"The only considerate one"

"Hey, I'm gonna go to take a shower" He held up one finger to stop you from saying anything. "I'm telling you this so you don't think you're home alone because..." Jeno was hesitant, making you realize what he knew

"LEE JENO-"

"Mmm, Jeno, Fuck! Jaemin! A-ah Renjun! S-shit, Donghyuck, M'gonna-" He moaned trying to recreate what you sounded like that one time you thought you were home alone

"JENO FORGET ABOUT THAT!" You screamed in embarrassment making him chuckle. "It's ok babe, nothing to be ashamed of all of us have done it with you in our head" He said walking off while giggling

"Shit, my face is red, hold up, where's my phone?"

You looked everywhere so you accidentally thought Jeno's phone was causing you to read the notifications displayed

[Nana Jaems]: So we're gonna ignore the fact we all jerk off to y/n?

[Injoon]: Well do you expect us to go up to her and say "You're fucking hot in thoes shorts and you're hot and nice so wanna fuck?"

[Nana Jaems]: Isn't that what we have to do tho?

[DngHyk]: Or ya know you could just hide in your room and wait for her to catch you jerking off? Thats what I did yesterday. Be jealous hoes

[Nana Jaems]: No way!

[Injoon]: Well shouldn't we wait for what Jeno has to tell us?

[Nana Jaems]: Yeah, AND WHY HAVENT YOU COME BACK WITH THE MILK YET LEE DONGHYUCK

[DngHyk]: Calm your titties, I'm going

"Whatcha' doin'?" Jeno asked, clearly fresh from the shower. "Oh, I was looking for my phone and thought this was m-mine. whydontyouhaveashirton?"

"Why don't I have a shirt on? I just came out of the shower, babe. Gimme my phone" He said as you handed it to him

He read the messages and smirked. "How long did you have my phone for?". You shrugged "I picked it up when you came out of the bathroom" You said still flustered, Jeno nodded

"M'kay" He said looking at you with a dark glint in his eye before walking to his room

"damn, he looks good with glasses"

"Y/N, stop checking me out" He smirked

"I-i am not, you stop" You defended making hin shrug "Meh, I kinda like doing it though. It's a...good view" He said with a cocky smirk you wanted to wipe right off of his face

"Whatever"

Day 7/14, 2:42 am

You attempted walking down the stairs as quietly as possible

"Y/N?" Renjun said sitting at the dining table

"Renjun? Why are you up this early in the morning?" You questioned

He shrugged "I like going to bed at like 4"

"4 hours of sleep?" You said in disbelief

"Gives me my personality" He said winking making you laugh "I guess that makes sense"

"Renjun?" you asked, "Can you tell me a day you'll never forget?"

He thought for a second

"Maybe, when I first bought this place with the rest of the guys, or when you moved in. The day me and the guys bought this house we weren't told that there was 5 bedrooms instead of 4, but we didn't know. We just thought this place was expensive for no apparent reason." He laughed, "First Jaemin and Hyuck thought it could just be a guest bedroom or something, but Jeno was like, "

"Nooo, I want it as my workout room!" Jeno cried making the others scoff. Renjun quickly stepped in before this became a fight and only Jeno and Jaemin were left fighting eachother. "Here, why don't we get a roommate? They can pay 1/5 just like the rest of us?" Renjun suggested. They all nodded, "I know who can be our roommate! Lemme call Y/N!" Jaemin said happily as the whispers about how was a girl supposed to live with 4 boys went on between them as Jaemin was on the phone with you. "Looks like we got a roommate" Jaemin said happily. "Isn't Y/N a girl though?" Jeno questioned. "Yeah, but she's willing to also cook for us, and you." Jaemin said making Jeno shrug.

"What does happen when Jeno amd Jaemin are left fighting eachother?" You questioned. Renjun laughed, "It's not very pretty, and it goes on for a while".

"So is it like a physical fight?" You asked still confued, Renjun nodded. "Geeze"

"What about you Y/N, a day you'll never forget"

"Y/N HIIIIII! COME HERE!" Jaemin shouted from the door step, "I'll get your bag, go meet the rest of them!" Jaemin said already picking up a luggage. You looked in the direction of the house. There was a boy leaning against the doorframe, another one standing on the other side, and one who was in the back. Jaemin yelled at them making them walk over to you. First it was the one with his arms crossed leaning against the doorframe

"Hi, I'm Jeno"

"That one looks intimidating"

"Hi, I'm Renjun"

"He's kinda short compared to the rest of them"

"Did you really think that I was short?" Renjun questioned, interrupting your story. "Yes, and I still think you are"

"Hello, I'm a 10, I'm Donghyuck"

"Thank you for shoving that fact in my face, he seems full of himself"

"Go show Y/N her room" Jaemin said exitedly. While you were getting sitiuated in your room you overheard their conversation in the kitchen downstairs. "So..." Jeno started, "Can we fuck her?". Jaemin choked on his water only to find his roommates all staring at him seriously. "W-what, I mean- S-sure, ask her?"

"Did you really hear that?" Renjun asked, shoked. You nodded your head, "Every word" you smiled.

Jaemin was trying to tip-toe to the fridge while the both of you were staring at him

"Oh, hi"

Day 8/14, 9:15 am

"Y/N, would you let any of us fuck you?" Jeno asked while the both of you were eating breakfast. You thought for a second.

"Sure" You shrugged, "Maybe you though". Jeno's eyes lit up, "Me?".

You nodded, "Why not? You seem like the only responsibe one along with Renjun"

"What about me?" Renjun questioned. "She'd let you fuck her"

"But I wanna fuck her!" Donghyuck and Jaemin said in unison. "There's only 1 of me and 4 you, and I'm trying to eat or god's sake" You said glaring at the two boys infront of you.

Day 8/14, 9:22 pm

It was Monday movie night with Jeno and Jaemin as per usual, despite the fact of Jeno's hand in your shorts. "You make a sound, and I'll take this blanket off of you letting everyone see what a dirty girl you are. Understand me?" Jeno whispered. You nodded, "But I guess it wouldn't really matter since they already know you're such a dirty girl". Jeno chuckled, "Only for us though, right?". You nodded your head again, your breathing quickening as Jeno's fingers curled inside of you. "Good". His fingers worked their way in and out of you eventually leading you to start to clench on them. "You gonna cum? You're clearly clenching around them, am I that good, babe?" Jeno taunted. "Y-yeah, J-jeno, please let me cum" you plead. He nodded his head causing you to make a mess on his fingers. "Such a good girl for me" Jeno said licking his fingers clean.

Jaemin cleared his throat, "You two are quite the shamelss people" he said causing you and Jeno to look at him.

"Don't act like I didn't know what you two were doing. How dare you not let me have some fun too?" Jaemin said in utter disbelief.

"Here," Jeno said picking you up and placing you on his bed, "Let's have some fun with her then"

Jaemin let out a dark chuckle, "C'mon princess, let us play with you". They both started removing the very little clothing you had on along with theirs. "Open up, babe" Jeno said with his fingers held out infront of you. "Spread your legs, princess" Jaemin instruced behind you.

Spank

"Wider" He demanded

[casualwriters]

Can I get #1 & #9 from the fluff list with JJ Maybank? 🥰

Masterlist  A/N - Hope this what you wanted darling (: 

#1  “ I think I am  in love with you and I am Terrified’’ &  # “I will be here to protect you “

After the news you had just heard, you were in tears knowing you had to get out of there. Losing  Sara and John B was the worse feeling you could ever feel and after just hearing what you did you needed to get the hell out of there. The Storm was bad and you had nowhere else to go besides back to you're house. No one was here because you're mom was stuck in the storm which also you could not stop thinking about it. Laying in you're bed looking through some random Pictures of you and the Pogues, you take a deep breath and try to ignore the tears falling from your cheeks. Another pound of rain on you're roof made you sigh worrying about everything. "What the?" A rock hit you're window making you raised a brow " who the fuck?" You asked, "y/n it fucking cold open up!" JJ? You thought standing up and looking at the window you saw JJ and he was drenched you open the window "hurry up." You said with a small laugh walking to get JJ some clothes when he uses to spend the night here when his father was beating him. Grabbing a t-Shirt and some of his paints you heard a thump coming from behind you. Turning around and seeing JJ on the ground "you idiot " you started to laugh seeing JJ on the ground you set the clothes that he had left on you're bed. JJ frowned and looked at you " You okay?" Looking up from your phone that had no service and no way of getting in contact with Kiara or Pope. "No," you said throwing your phone on your bed " There gone JJ, there fucking gone!" You raised your voice you were not mad at your best friend and you're crushed and he knew that. "hey, listen to me" JJ grabbed your hand stopping you from getting up he looked serious or looked like he was crying before he got here, you guys are both sitting at the edge of the bed the Storm getting worst making the trees create a wind sound louder than the rain. " I will be here to Protect you," JJ said which made you shocked at first but now you couldn't stop crying about what happened With Sara and John B "there fucking dead" JJ nodded grabbing you're hand and bringing you in a bear hug, curled up on JJ chest your hands were wrapped around his waist it was like this for twenty minutes,

"How are the others?" You asked JJ he open his eyes looking down at you. "They are just as heartbroken," he said kissing you're head making you raised a brow. What? You questioned looking at you not knowing why he did that but when he did it made your heart flutter from what he did and you blushed softly from the kiss on you're head, turning your eyes away from JJ you sat up " Damn it you forgot to change" you nudged him he started laughing a sly smirk spread across his lips "okay" he grabbed the clothes on his bed and your eyes when wide "Jay, not he-!" You cover your hands in a shy manner JJ was taking his shirt off and grabbed the other one that was on the bed " you can look princess" he says and you uncovered you're eyes and this asshole was shirtless in his boxers, "you asshole!" You laughed and punched his shoulder and he grinned he slipped on the shirt you gave him and that when JJ saw the box of pictures you had he walked toward the side of the bed and started to look at them and this idiot still had no pants on Jesus JJ. "This was when we first met" looking over JJ shoulder and seeing one of the first Pictures you had take with JJ.

You were over JJ Shoulder and he had you in his arms, I swear this is when he was tickling you to death and you decided to caption it and lucky us John B was in the back around of it. "I remember this," he says chuckling "I miss those days," you said sadly wrapping you're arms around JJ and taking a deep breath "Y/n," JJ says pushing his hair back and that when you saw it the new fresh bruise that his shit of a dad gave him, not being able to reach JJ you grabbing him by the shirt but it didn't go as planned you just checked the mark but JJ and you collided together and tripping on each other feet you gasp landing on JJ lips. "Fuck I am so-" JJ had the biggest smile on his face, " I think I am in love with you" Looking at him and touching his bruise at first JJ thought the silence meant that you didn't love him and the strength disappeared. " And I am Terrified" "JJ" you shake you're head knowing even what is going on and the loss of Sara and John you still wanted to Let JJ know that you were in love with him too. Yanking JJ Face in your arms you kissed him back "I love you too Jay."

Hope this turned out alright please reblog and tell me how I did love you guys 🖤

[funnytrue]

𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝  𝚠𝚊𝚜  𝚊  𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝,  something  her  parents  had  very  strictly  been  against.  but  mary  knew  that  she  needed  him  here,  be  it  because  of  fear  or  just  because  she  wanted  him  around.  with  everything  going  on  lately  it’s  no  surprise  that  she’s  a  little  on  edge.  multiple  students  are  dead,  steve  had  barely  been  around  for  days  and  when  he  did  show  up  again  he’d  had  harsh  red  marks  around  his  neck,  covered  in  scrapes  and  bruises,  hastily  bandaged  injuries  on  his  sides  (  though  mary  would  swear  she  wasn’t  looking  at  him  shirtless,  that  would  be  inappropriate  ).  her  concern  had  only  grown  every  time  she  saw  him,  no  idea  what  was  going  on  but  it  was  clear  that  something  had  happened  to  steve.  asking  him  to  stay  with  her  was  a  covert  way  of  trying  to  work  out  what  exactly  that  thing  had  been,  though  she’d  convinced  her  parents  that  it  was  because  she  was  scared,  that  she  needed  protecting.  maybe  that  wasn’t  a  lie,  though.  maybe  just  maybe  she  really  is  scared.

@stevenharrington​    :    ❛  i  wanna  know  what’s  up  with  those  pjs.  i  mean  really,  you  look  like  you’re  in  a  dickens  novel.  ❜

offense  paints  her  features  as  she  steps  out  of  the  bathroom,  brows  furrowing  as  she  looks  down  at  the  gown  she  wears.  he’s  not  wrong,  long  puffy  sleeves  and  all  the  way  down  to  her  ankles,  not  even  the  slightest  hint  of  her  collarbones  being  visible.  this  isn’t  even  a  precaution  because  of  him  being  here,  it’s  just  the  way  she  dresses.  ❝  is  there  something  wrong  with  that?  ❞  words  are  slightly  teasing,  gentle,  though  as  always  there’s  the  hint  of  sincerity  behind  them.  everyone  knows  that  mary  lane  is  far  from  fitting  in  with  the  regular  teens,  much  more  conservative  than  most.  but  somehow,  steve  manages  to  loosen  her  up  a  little,  bring  out  something  a  little  less  rigid.

she  moves  to  her  bed,  carefully  stepping  over  the  mattress  on  her  floor  that  her  parents  laid  out  for  him.  she  knows  she  shouldn’t  do  this,  that  risky  behavior  like  this  is  a  dangerous  choice  and  a  slippery  slope  to  sin,  but  as  she  looks  at  him  she  can’t  help  but  make  the  choice.  ❝  can  you—  ❞  gaze  drops  to  the  space  beside  her,  the  bed  well  and  truly  big  enough  for  two.  her  gaze  quickly  moves  to  the  door  -  closed,  despite  her  parents  protests  -  as  if  to  check  that  they  wouldn’t  come  barging  in.  ❝  please  don’t  sleep  on  the  floor.  ❞

[smiting-finger]

Bin AU Headcanons

Part II of the (〃ω〃) 500 followers! unwritten-headcanon amnesty (some given in response to AO3 comment questions, and others given unsolicited, lol), this time for Out of the Bin and Into Your Heart and from me to you, my heart to yours

Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian

Pre-Wei Wuxian’s first arrest, Lan Wangji was quietly volunteering as general legal aid (helping old migrants with their internet/other service contracts, helping women with their domestic violence paperwork), and then Wei Wuxian gets arrested at a protest and Lan Wangji is not there and he doesn’t know this area of law so he signs up to get involved with Activist Legal Support the next day.

Relatedly: Lan Wangji’s approach to helping Wei Wuxian has always been to turn up, do what needs to be done for Wei Wuxian to achieve his goals and then silently leave again. So when the two goobers eventually move in together (and are finally fully in each other’s space, and fully across each other’s movements), Wei Wuxian goes through a period of constant realisations like “Oh, Lan Zhan, you’re the one who’s been doing this? This as well?! THAT, TOO???”

Pre-fake dating, Lan Wangji knows that Wei Wuxian won’t keep any gifts given by secret admirers, but will shamelessly accept anything that Lan Wangji gives him outright as a friend (”friend”). He derives a petty satisfaction from that, and so has responded more than once to a gift-incident by giving Wei Wuxian a corresponding gift of his own:

So if he heard about the gift socks, he’d go out and get Wei Wuxian a pair of novelty There’s No Planet B! socks, which Wei Wuxian would naturally wear both immediately and proudly with his shortest pair of 4/5ths pants. (And Lan Wangji would stand next to him and somehow radiate smugness without making any change to his expression.)

Needless to say, Wei Wuxian has received a lot of Lan Wangji chocolate (chilli, fairtrade), lunches (homemade, nutritious) and other small items.

Wei Wuxian never even considers the possibility of not putting all his fake-dating eggs into the Lan Zhan basket. And also never stops to think about why that iss.

In re kungfu practice: when sparring against normal people, Lan Wangji does annoyed-leg-sweeps because of “I’ll bring you down every peg to the floor” reasons he’s too well-bred to voice. 

Past recipients of this treatment have included:

Wen Chao, 

Xue Yang at his most obnoxious

Jin Zixuan when gossip about his comments in re Jiang Yanli not being pretty or successful enough to date him (”I can’t believe my mum set me up with someone so mediocre”) is at its height.

This is pre-Wei Wuxian onstage-punch. That comes during the second round of gossip.

With Wei Wuxian (and only Wei Wuxian), however, it’s always leg sweeps and pinning, which is because of ... “irritation”.

The Phoenix Mountain Reserve photo has been Lan Wangji’s favourite shot of Wei Wuxian since it was made publicly available, but he couldn’t use it as a wallpaper for obvious reasons.

Then he agrees to the fake-dating, sees how far Wei Wuxian was going to take it and realised: chansu!

At some point during the fake-dating, Wei Wuxian escalates from the phone entry of Oppa to calling Lan Wangji “Oppa~!” in real life, and then from there to a full “Oppa! Saranghaeyo~!” with the arms-on-head love heart. 

After n iterations of this, Lan Zhan responds with a mirror arms-on-head love heart and a deadpan “Saranghaeyo.” with his face still like (• _ •) and it’s an instant, supereffective K.O. for Wei Wuxian.

Every so often, when another one of his romantic overtures has soared right over Wei Wuxian’s head, Lan Wangji considers Jin Zixuan’s over-the-top demonstrations of affection and thinks (bleakly) “...Jin Zixuan got a singing telegram. Must I also resort to a singing telegram? ; _ ; “

In re: the concert hip-hop number, shirtlessness is the goal all along:

A-Qing (who is also a troublemaker on Lan Qiren’s radar - as soon as he receives the form that says that she and Wei Wuxian will be working together, his spidey senses start tingling) has been constantly referencing it throughout all their practices like: 

“Well, because you’ll be shirtless, you’ll have to make sure to-”

“Yeah, that’s a great idea, totally do that, but remember that you’ll be shirtless too, so-”

Even Song Zichen and Xue Yang know about it and have been visibly bracing themselves for the dress (or undress, lul) rehearsal

Wei Wuxian has missed all of this because of his amazing tunnel vision.

Speaking of Song Zichen and Xue Yang, while they’re having their Moments:

Xiao Xingchen is swanning around like “But do you think the performance had artistic integrity? A-Qing, I’m a little worried that the choreography didn’t do full justice to the abilities of all our members! I hope they don’t think I’m hogging the limelight!”, taunting them with his half-nakedness while he earnestly tries to make sure that all the other dancers are comfortable and happy with the final arrangement

A-Qing fully notices the heart-eye beams shooting over from the wings (and fully notices the same heart-eye beams shooting over during various practices), briefly thinks about saying something to put the two losers out of their misery (because Xiao Xingchen is not the special level of oblivious that Wei Wuxian is), but then thinks ... nah.

During practice back-painting, Wei Wuxian is so focused on Not Looking that his mistimes his ~sexy stretch~ and gets it in precisely when Lan Wangji has turned his back to get the towel, so it really is all for nothing, RIP.

In the reprise back-painting session (and there definitely is one, what with Lan Wangji’s love for marking and the fact that Chinese calligraphers usually sign their name on their work), the levels of both shamelessness and trolling shoot through the roof on both sides:

Wei Wuxian suddenly feels the need to do a lot more whimpering and moaning, and his flinches of “surprise” and wriggling to “get comfortable” suddenly happen a lot more in the hip area than they did before.

Lan Wangji does a lot more touching of the skin he’s about to paint to “warn” Wei Wuxian that the brush is coming (do warnings have to be quite so ... lingering? Only Lan Wangji knows), discovers a sudden need for wrist-pinning to “hold Wei Wuxian still while he works” and his blowing on ink to get it dry suddenly gets a lot more ... sensual ...

Lan Wangji is the teacher that all his babies are always proposing to. They lOvE him with every inch of their tiny baby hearts, and after they get together, Wei Wuxian watches on with a knowing nod, like “My fam, I getcha. Gege will support you in expressing your feelings and we can ALL win!”

Wei Wuxian doesn’t know it, but he has a group of grannies and grandpas wringing their hands over his happiness, too: It’s all well and good that he’s seeing the Lan boy now, but when are they gonna get married, huh? HUH?! WHAT’S THE POINT OF SAVING THE PLANET IF YOU’RE NOT GONNA FILL IT WITH BABIES, WEI WUXIAN???

So once they officially start dating, Wei Wuxian steps into the Cultural Centre like “Ah, our fresh new romance! Even after all this time of fake-dating, I’d better give people some transition time to get used to this new state of affairs!”

And in the background, 73 aunties and grannies are thinking “Look how behind schedule you are, Wei Wuxian!” (because it’s definitely his fault, and not Lan Wangji’s). “Where are the babies? WHERE ARE THE BABIES??”

The wedding advice Wei Wuxian got from the grannies during Mianmian’s wedding prep is liberally flavoured with real life anecdotes like:

“Don’t be like XX’s son. He made the mistake of trying to skimp on the dowry - so disrespectful to people who’ve poured so much love and energy into raising a daughter - and it poisoned the entire relationship.”

“That venue is no good - YY’s daughter had her reception there, and we all had diarrhoea after eating the prawns.”

(And Wei Wuxian is like: “How can you retain all of this bullshit detail about every wedding the Cultural Society has ever witnessed, but still not know how to say the phrase ‘Excuse me, what time is the bus coming’ in English?!”)

Mianmian definitely also gets strong-armed by her excited mother into some glorious(ly terrible) Chinese-style studio wedding photos (with industrial-strength airbrushing and wedding costume changes that span many cultures and many Chinese time periods).

Mianmian swears to never let Wei Wuxian get his grubby hands on that album, on pain of death.

But then her parents host something, and Wei Wuxian goes, and right there, hanging in their living room, is a floor-to-ceiling calendar, featuring Mianmian and Mian-man dressed as Chinese emperor and empress (because Mianmian certainly didn’t want it in her house, but it came with the package.)

Wei Wuxian makes a noise that Mianmian previously thought only dolphins could produce, and proceeds to take SO MANY photos with his phone.

At some point after Mianmian’s wedding, Lan Wangji comes out of the shower to find:

1 pair of pyjama bottoms waiting for him on the bed; and

Wei Wuxian in the corresponding top (which doesn’t cover his butt after all, but whatever, he’s committed), shooting him a double-thumbs up and wearing an expression like 8D!

(And Lan Wangji decides it’s not worth fighting and just goes with it.)

Lan Qiren

Lan Qiren is totally the kind of parent who never boasts about his children directly, but will listen politely to you telling him about how your son scored 86 in his maths examination, and wait for you to obligation-ask about his kids before casually saying, “Oh, Wangji? He scored full marks” and smiling thinly.

He’ll add “Sounds like your son worked really hard” for extra fuck you value if you were being particularly obnoxious.

The greatest tragedy in his parenting life is realising that if your children are The Best, it’s only possible for them to marry down.

His initial feelings regarding Wei Wuxian dating his nephew can probably be summed up as: “Wei Wuxian, I did not lovingly raise my precious Lan Wangji just to give him to you!!!” 

(The problem is that his nephew (inexplicably) likes Wei Wuxian so much, mumblegrumble.)

For weeks after The Resentment of Lan Qiren, every time Lan Qiren sees Wen Ning, he shakes his head sadly to himself and mutters “What a shame, what a shame.”

When Wen Ning responds with a slightly panicked “?!”, Lan Qiren just pats him on the shoulder, like, “No, no, it’s not you. We can’t choose our relatives. And isn’t that the greatest shame in the world?” - and then DOESN’T EXPLAIN ANYTHING.

And after many bouts of thinking and rethinking still lead him to the conclusion that Wei Wuxian is the best choice in comparison to all the other available options, Lan Qiren may or may not visit Cangse Sanren’s grave to burn some incense for an excuse to stand there and offer a sullen, “You fukken got me again, you bastard. I can’t believe you.”

He doesn’t know who he hates more:

Wei Wuxian for being himself and yet still the best choice

Cangse Sanren for not letting being dead stop her from continuing to be a thorn in Lan Qiren’s side

Wen Ruohan for being undesirable enough to disqualify the only valid competitor

The other parents for failing to produce children who are better than Wei Wuxian 

(Like: Surely it can’t be that hard if he (+ his brother + his sister-in law) managed to produce two)

So he settles for hating everyone.

For his next birthday, Lan Xichen sends him a box of blood-pressure-lowering supplements.

Lan Qiren is like “!!!” but he still takes them because just because his nephew is being impudent does not mean there is not also a Need.

In re 3zun:

Lan Qiren goes around determinedly Not Thinking about Nie Mingjue and Jin Guangyao. Every time his eyes approach something he doesn’t want to see, he just turns his head like NOPE.

He eventually realises that he and Wei Wuxian have this in common and that Wei Wuxian is therefore his most valuable ally - both in terms of having someone to pivot to and have very loud, very enthusiastic conversations about anything else whenever the 3zun do something they don’t want to see, and also having someone to commiserate with about Not Wanting to Know. (But because they’re them, they alternate between teaming up for self-preservation and using their mutual weakness to take petty jabs at each other.)

"-If two of them are dating, then where does that leave the third one?!"

"RIGHT? Imagine finding out that they were silently pining away, forced to third-wheel for their unrequited love and best friend - unrequited LOVES AND BEST FRIENDS? What would you say to that?!"

"That's not even considering which one the third wheel would be - I honestly don't know which option would be the worst, they're all terrible."

"I'm almost ready to say that I'd rather they all be dating each other, except then I'd have to think about how that would work, dynamic-wise, like - who calls the shots? Do you think Nie Mingjue is domineering all the time, or do you think it’s a public front, and he then goes home to be dominated by-"

“STOP.”

Even before 3zun get together (both Lan Qiren and Wei Wuxian have chosen to Never Know when this is), Jin Guangyao is throwing out suggestive comments left and right and then immediately whipping out his (◔◡◔✿) face for anyone’s double-take:

50% to test the waters of public sentiment before he makes a move and it actually becomes his problem

50% because he’s a troll who likes dominance displays

Knowing this factoid, one of Wei Wuxian’s mental 3zun Dynamics possibilities features Superdom!Jin Guangyao, but he does his best to avoid thinking about that.

After Lan Qiren mentally accepts Wei Wuxian into the fold:

He still internally responds to at least 50% of the things that Wei Wuxian does with “Why, that little shit”, but it’s also implied that Wei Wuxian is their little shit now.

And for Lan Family! Qiren, this means: If you shit on him, WE shit on you.

“Shufu” 

Lan Qiren definitely Notices when Wei Wuxian calls him that, but it Doesn’t Do to make a fuss.

He probably has a conversation with Lan Xichen sometime around the first family dinner that goes:

LQR: You've noticed that he's still calling me 'Uncle Qiren' like we're nothing to each other.

LXC: ...If you want him to call you Shufu, should you perhaps not mention that to him?

LQR: What? No, he should already know these things!

And then after the wedding:

LQR: Your brother's boyfriend is finally acting like one of the family. LXC: Haha, oh my.

Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan

Although their mothers have been friends for ages, Jin Zixuan grows up in a different city, so they don't see each other growing up. The Jins later move for Jin Zixuan's high-flying corporate job, Madam Jin joins the Culture Society at her friend's behest and immediately falls in love with Jiang Yanli as a daughter-in-law. 

After a lot of cajoling (in both directions), she gets them to agree to one date, which is a disaster (I have more headcanons about this but they won't fit in here) 

Jin Zixuan has a lot of money and zero sense of proportion, which does not generally result in tasteful things. (Where Jiang Yanli is concerned, his desire to keep up a "cool" image is completely overpowered by his desire to please, so that doesn't help either. Like a golden retriever who wants people to think he's a cat.) 

After they get married, Wei Wuxian sometimes thinks about the peacock's peacocking rituals, like: "It's good that he's gotten more reasonable now that they're married - no, wait, what if he hasn't gotten more reasonable, but there's just no one around to see it because they're married?!" and never gets brave enough to ask his sister about it. 

After Jin Ling's birth, Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng (and maybe even Jin Zixuan) get locked in an ongoing battle for Jin Ling's affections. Jiang Yanli is the clear favourite, as she should be, but they all want to be #2, and their constant jostling is how he ends up with no chill despite being raised by one calm mum and one aloof (but secretly disaster) dad

But because Jiang Yanli is around, he's very polite about it: the kind of kid who barrels in screaming blue murder, skids to a halt and says "Auntie", and then tears out screaming blue murder again

Wei Wuxian tones it down a lot after he and Lan Wangji adopt A-Yuan because he’s got better things to do, but it’s still A Thing (during visits, A-Yuan spends a lot of time in Auntie Yanli’s lap being gently fed things while his dad and shushu yell at each other over the top of his cousin’s head)

Lan Xichen and Jiang Yanli

Initially brought together by their brothers, they now meet up for regular, peaceful, wholesome tea-dates where they discuss the lives of their mutuals and gently exchange advice (and strategies on how to keep their angry-angry parent/proxy-parent's blood pressure down.

Whereas Jiang Cheng gets closer to coughing up blood with every year that passes by without Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji getting their shit together, Lan Xichen and Jiang Yanli take the more optimistic view of "Look at how well-prepared we are, we've just run another year ahead of schedule!"

Dinner Crew

Jiang Cheng has been the unwilling audience to years of Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji’s bullshit. 

If asked, he would say: “And you wonder why I’m so angry?! What do you mean ‘dating’, you’ve been fucking married for the last five years!” but no one ever does :’D

Every so often, he thinks about how happy their sister is about the dating situation because she doesn’t know that it’s fake, and he grinds his teeth because why can’t he also not-know!?

To this, Nie Huaisang says, “If we didn’t know we couldn’t help!”

And Jiang Cheng replies, “WE’RE NOT HELPING ANYWAY, LOOK AT HIM!!!”

Meanwhile, Jiang Yanli continues to gush about how happy she is for Wei Wuxian and all Jiang Cheng can do is laugh really unnaturally because he has to “Be strong, Jiang Cheng! Be strong for A-jie! ╥﹏╥”

He goes to read the comments on the Society Facebook after the fujoshi conversation, and gets so angry at all these people who are like “Ah, their love is so beautiful!” that he has to uninstall his Facebook app, and go and shout into a cupboard somewhere.

The non-Wei-Wuxian members of the dinner group have set up a separate chat to act as a support group, where they all go to:

Wail and gnash their teeth after Wei Wuxian does something particularly dumb

Scheme ways into getting Wei Wuxian to get a clue

Console one another when someone’s brave attempt at getting Wei Wuxian to face the truth fails miserably (because while they play by the rules of ‘what a normal human would do’, Wei Wuxian lives by the principle of ‘lol norms are for losers’.)

Relatedly: for every resigned Nie Huaisang face or enraged Jiang Cheng face that Wei Wuxian notices, there are at least three desperate-yet-silent exchanges that he doesn’t. 

Wen Ning is always really optimistic about it, nodding encouragingly like “He’s gonna get it - he’s gonna get it! - oh no, he’s not gonna get it. Oh. Oh no. Ó╭╮Ò”

Wen Ning always has at least one small child hanging off him at all times when he’s at the Cultural Centre because they know he can always be bullied into playing with them and they think he’s great.

Past bullshit dinner group projects have included Getting Jiang Cheng a Date and Making a Picture out of Jin Guangyao’s Forehead Dot While He’s Sleeping

(In re the forehead dot, they end up settling for making it bigger every time he nods off during a movie night at Nie Huaisang’s house, and Nie Mingjue comes home to what’s basically a Japanese flag on Jin Guangyao’s forehead and is like ಠ_ಠ)

Future dinner group projects include providing Wei Wuxian with support for Grand Plans like Getting Along with Uncle Qiren and providing Jiang Cheng with unwanted support for things like Workshopping Jiang Cheng’s List of Partner Requirements

A-Yuan

After A-Yuan’s adoption, Wei Wuxian and Lan Qiren redouble their efforts in Can we divorce an in-law?! because although they couldn’t save themselves from being related to Jin Guangyao, for their PRECIOUS BOY--

Therefore, when A-Yuan is five or six and starts to sound out how he’s related to people and why:

A-Yuan: So if Jin-yeye is Uncle Guangyao’s dad, then that makes him my-

Wei Wuxian: NOTHING!

Lan Qiren (springing up from the other side of the room): NOTHING!

Lan Xichen: lol

At around about this same time, Wei Wuxian, who is never gonna stop trolling Lan Qiren about ruzhui until the day he dies, runs A-Yuan through the “You see, my son, my family is not so well-to-do, and since your Uncle married into the Nie family-” talk, and then proceeds to reference it at every opportunity:

1: Despite A-Yuan almost certainly not asking, and

2: despite (/especially because of) Lan Qiren shouting “DON’T TEACH HIM WEIRD THINGS!” in the background.

(Lan Wangji probably lets it happen or encourages it because he thinks it’s funny)

[meow-bebe]

October Blues

Pairing: Johnny Suh x reader

Genre: fluff, angst, kind of college au (not explicitly mentioned but its what i was thinking of while writing)

Word Count: 1.4k

Tonight’s Soundtrack: Pumpkin - The Regrettes

A/n: my first finished halloween request! for anon, “hi cosmo 😊 may i request 63 with johnny? agsjfhsklfjs he /is/ the tallest after all😭”. sorry this got a bit angsty at the end, i just have too much unrequited love ideas bouncing around in side my head. also, my nerdiness popped out so I apologise if you don't like doctor who. i know this probably wasnt what you were thinking of but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!

Oh, the joy of unexpected costume parties. Putting together a good costume could be a painstaking process for those that want to do it right, and apparently that process was not something that Mark Lee understood. Not that this was a spectacular revelation or anything, considering how last year he had shown up to his own party in an old red t-shirt with a bunch of lines sharpied on to vaguely resemble Spiderman’s suit. It had even been voted worse than Lucas’ costume, and he had shown up shirtless with what appeared to be an old bath towel chopped up and strung around his neck in a poor attempt at something along the lines of a neck ruff, and had the audacity to call himself a vampire. Not that most people stopped to question it, the sight of his bare chest was enough to make the majority of people who saw him drool. Unfortunately, you were one of the few that were focused enough on the costume contest (and winning it) to be offended by his lack of effort. 

Though your costumes were known to be tedious but rewarding projects, often including quite a bit of planning and sewing, they were also known to be hastily finished at about five in the afternoon on October thirty-first. As a result, you had absolutely nothing to wear to Mark’s seemingly impromptu week-before-Halloween party. (Knowing Mark, it was also more than likely that he had forgotten to invite you until the last moment.) Which was an issue, because now you had nothing to wear. 

With only one day to prepare, you thought you had done pretty well for yourself. Adorned in an ill-fitting brown trench coat you had managed to convince Johnny to let you borrow, a tie you just happened to have sitting around, and a navy blue collared shirt you may or may not have stolen from your roommate, you had managed to put together a somewhat accurate cosplay of the Doctor. You had been forced to make do with an old pair of converse that were so covered in paint it was barely noticeable that they were red and a regular pair of jeans, but overall you were pretty proud of your hastily put together costume. 

Unfortunately, no one else was. Or at least no one knew who the Doctor was. You wouldn’t be surprised, Mark’s parties weren’t exactly known for their nerdy clientele. Which was probably why you didn’t particularly enjoy his Halloween parties. In fact, you had just about no idea why you were here tonight, other than it was Mark Lee and he was notoriously hard to say no to. Plus if absolutely no one got your costume, you could always find Johnny. 

Johnny was Mark’s roommate, and definitely the more tolerable of the pair. You loved Mark, but hanging around him could get tiring after a while. Johnny was definitely quite the sociable person, and he could blend into any crowd which worked well for you. He was easy to talk to, and you shared some interests so there was always material for conversation, but he also never expected much out of you. You could sit in silence and be perfectly comfortable. 

And, as it seemed no one that you had run into yet shared your love of sci fi, you had made your way outside to try and find Johnny. He wasn’t hard to locate, there was a fire going in the firepit in their pitiful excuse for a front yard, and as you had seen Mark attempting to start some vaguely halloween themed games surrounded by several of his slightly tipsy friends inside, Johnny was probably making sure no one caught themselves on fire. 

Just as you predicted, there he was, his large figure easily spotted as you left the house, dodging around a couple of girls hanging out on the porch steps. Johnny was perched on the brick wall that ran down the street separating the sidewalk from the yards, the charred stick he always liked to use to poke things around when he was in charge of the fire next to him. The section of the grass beyond the sidewalk was unusually large, which had always made you wonder why the wall was there at all, as the yard could have just been sloped downwards, but it let them put the firepit out there so you let it slide. 

“Hey John,” you greet, sitting down next to him and kicking your legs in front of you. Jaehyun stands in front of the fire to your left, a pair of cat ears perched on his head, and you offer him a small smile before looking back to Johnny. 

He looks your outfit over, raising his eyebrows at the red and blue 3D glasses perched on your head. “Who are you dressed as again?”

You roll your eyes. “As I told you when I texted you to borrow the coat, I’m the Doctor. David Tennant’s Doctor, specifically.”

“I knew you were the Doctor,” Jaehyun pipes up. “The glasses add a nice touch.”

“Thank you Jae,” you say, elbowing Johnny. “See? I’m not totally unrecognizable.”

“Yeah, well, he’s a nerd too,” you roll your eyes again, and bump your shoulder against Johnny’s. 

“Hey!” Jaehyun protests.

“Oh, don’t deny it.” You smirk before adding, “Nice ears by the way.”

Even in the fading light, you can see that Jaehyun’s ears (the non-cat ears anyway) flamed red, and he stuttered out something about how they were his sister’s and he didn’t have anything else. Seeing that you were still snickering at him, he rolled his eyes. “I’m heading inside. See you later.” 

You and Johnny chorus your goodbyes, attention turning back to each other. He wasn’t wearing anything remarkable, which was odd because Mark had made it clear that a costume was required. “What are you supposed to be?” you question.

“I’m the tall dark handsome stranger your parents warned you about.” His eyes crinkle up into a smile as you snort and burst out laughing. 

“You’re ridiculous is what you are.” 

“It works on most people.”

You elbow him again. “Unfortunately for you, I’m not most people.”

The temperature had begun dropping for the night, and the wind had begun to pick up again. You shiver as the chill starts to seep into your bones, tugging your coat tighter around your body and laying your head on Johnny’s shoulder, hoping to absorb a bit of warmth from him. 

Johnny stiffens just the tiniest bit, so little that you don’t even notice. He can’t quite think to realise you might find that reaction a bit odd, not with the way that you have your head laid up against him, and how if you were to lean up just a smidge you could easily press a sweet kiss against his throat. And, oh, how he wishes you would. But he knows that to you, he’s just John. You know him through a mutual friend, and you’ve never hung out with him outside the times you drift to the edge of your friend group, feeling as though they’re too noisy for you. 

Maybe it’s just the wistfulness that comes with October nights, the feeling that summer has really truly faded away for the colder months to take their hold, but tonight Johnny can feel those little pricks of pain that loving someone who barely looks in your direction causes a bit more than usual. Sure, maybe he is the one that you’re all cuddled up against, and perhaps his mind is just playing cruel tricks, but he could swear he catches your eyes repeatedly flicking over towards one of the several people crowded on the porch. You had been talking to one of the girls standing there inside earlier, and even though Johnny has always known that he would never be yours, it still hurts to consider you having eyes for someone else. 

He had come to terms with his one sided love a while ago, but for some reason tonight everything that he had been trying his best to keep down was hitting a lot harder than usual. Perhaps it was something about Halloween, after all Johnny knew it was your favorite holiday. Yes, that was probably it.

“John?” your voice interrupts his thoughts and he looks down at you, head still resting on his shoulder, wrapped up in his coat. “What’re you thinking about? You spaced out for a second there.”

Johnny huffs out a little laugh, staring across the street to watch the leaves tumble down from his neighbor’s tree, the streetlamp four houses down illuminating them in an eerie but strangely comforting way. 

“Oh, nothing….” he says, just a little hint of the longing that filled his heart bleeding through to his words.

@kpopscape​

[hi-hey-haechan]

can i request a kun smut with 13, 41, 55 & 90? 😉

*this was asked to be changed to 14*

If this flops, I will cry, because Kun deserves literally all the love in the whole world

14. “Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

41. “The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

55. “What? Does that feel good?”

90. “I’ll just have to cum inside you, then.”

Kissing Kun was unbelievable.

His lips were pillow-soft against yours, moving against yours in a perfect harmony. He kissed you slowly, holding your waist gently, every movement of his lips utterly sincere against your mouth. Your breath was his, and vice versa, as all you were aware of was Kun, and how it felt to be kissing him. His mouth was hot as it slid against yours, sending a warm shudder throughout your body at the sensuality. You pressed your body further against his, craving more and more of the heat that he radiated. Your entire being was conscious of every tensing of each muscle, as well as the hammering of his heart.

His tongue flicked out, parting the seam of your lips expertly. Kun had deepened the kiss, creating a clash of lips, teeth and tongue. He no longer was kissing you gently, nor slowly. This was fueled by desperation. You kissed him so harshly, to the point where your teeth were clashing. He groaned against your mouth, the sound moving directly to your core.

Not for the first time, you found yourself becoming putty at his expense. Your core was already growing wet. You wanted him, wanted him inside of you.

This wasn’t the first time you’d been turned on by Kun. However, you’d always taken care of it yourself, getting yourself off to him more times than you were willing to admit. Even still, you’d never had sex. You had been with him for just over a year, yet you’d never been intimate in that way. He never asked, never even brought up the topic, and neither had you. Kun was so caring and considerate. In this case, you almost wished he’d be less gentle and caring, since you were too nervous to bring up the topic. You knew what you wanted, though.

Your body wasn’t completely centered on his lap, so your heat was directly over one of his thighs. You wondered if he could feel the throbbing of your core against his leg.

Without realizing it, your fingers had flown up to the buttons on his shirt. Eagerly, your fingers trembled as they undid them one at a time.

“Y/n,” he murmured. Kun broke away from your lips, and you immediately feared you had done something wrong. “Baby, do you really want this?”

“Yes,” you replied, without even a hint of doubt in your voice. “I-I love you, and I’m ready. But only if you are.” You searched his face. Kun’s lips were red and swollen from all the kissing, and his hair was disheveled, due to the way you ran your fingers through it repeatedly. He looked so hot like this, which wasn’t helping your state.

“Of course I’m ready.” He gave you the biggest smile then, the one that made your heart flutter and knees weak (KUN’S SMILE IS SO BEAUTIFUL SHUT UP). “But seriously. Are you sure? Once we start, I might not be able to stop.”

“And I’m telling you that I don’t want you to stop.” Your lips met his in a searing kiss, one that turned the blood in your veins to liquid fire. He let out a low groan and took control of the kiss, his tongue moving against yours as his fingers dipped under your shirt, caressing your bare waist and stomach, which he adored. You continued to unbutton his shirt, knowing you were being way too eager, but not caring.

When his shirt was off, you couldn’t help but stare. Sure, you’d seen him shirtless before, but this time was different. His body was against the couch cushions and under you. The faint light from the long-forgotten television was illuminating his skin beautifully, giving him the glow of an angel. You admired the ridges of his abs, the expanse of his chest and broad shoulders.

Beautiful.

Your shirt followed not long after his, and he looked at your body, which was perfect to him. His hands explored the expanse of your bare torso, mapping out every inch of exposed skin.

You knew that you were so wet at this point, and your arousal leaked out of your throbbing pussy, further soaking your underwear. Your juices had probably leaked through your leggings, onto his thigh.

“Y/n, do you want me to touch you?” he asked. “Because at this point, it seems as though the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

You hadn’t even noticed how you were grinding on this thigh, trying to soothe the ache from the heat pounding between your legs. It was giving you some help, and if you did it consciously and with more power, you’d eventually get yourself off.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, having to force your hips to stop moving.

“Don’t apologize. You don’t need to apologize for anything.” Kun pressed a kiss to your jaw.

You hadn’t even gotten up from the couch, but soon, the two of you were fully exposed to each other. Neither of you could stop admiring each other’s entire figures drinking in every curve, every mark, and loving every part of them.

At some point, Kun was lying on top of you, kissing your collarbones and jaw and lips. You had been so focused on his lips on your skin so that you didn’t notice how his fingers had traveled down your body, resting right at your pussy. You’d only noticed when his fingers dragged through your dripping folds. The feeling of someone touching such a sensitive area was so shocking. Plus, Kun was the person doing so, and his fingers moved expertly. His middle finger dipped into you, and you let out a quiet moan out at the unexpected feeling.

“What? Does that feel good?”

“Fuck, yes,” you sighed. “More. I need you inside of me.” It came out as a helpless grunt, and you bucked your hips against his finger with a swear.

Kun didn’t tease you, and he was positioned at your entrance. The darkness in his eyes, where his pupils engulfed his eyes, told you how badly he needed you, as well. “If it hurts at all, tell me, okay?”

And then he was inside of you. His length felt sharp, like a large intrusion somewhere it wasn’t supposed to be intruding. You were connected in more than just one way. Your breath was being held, and your eyes were shut, trying to adjust to the sudden pain. “Baby? Are you okay? Do you need me to stop?”

“No,” you exhaled, having once been holding your breath. “Keep going--oh my gosh.” You had to close your eyes for a bit from the pleasure, which had, out of nowhere, appeared “Fuck, keep going, that feels good, Kun.”

He began to move inside of you, slow at first. Immediately, it showed in his thrusts, as well as the feeling of him inside of you, how big he was. The friction of his member against your soaking wet walls felt absolutely incredible, causing you to see stars behind your eyes. You tried to grab onto something, but instead, your fingernails dug into his back without mercy.

Kun let out a low groan, shutting his eyes, both at your tight walls around him, as well as the sensation of your fingernails digging into his skin. A moan escaped your lips, and you didn’t even care at how it may have sounded. You could barely think straight, your entire being overcome with pleasure.

Kun didn’t say that he loved you often, but the small actions he’d do would remind you of it. And this, right here, making love to you, was one of them. He sped up, snapping his hips faster.

“Kun!” you cried out, feeling his tip press harshly against your g-spot. You involuntarily clenched around him tightly, and he let out a breathless, airy moan at the sudden tightness around his cock.

He grabbed your shaking legs and clasped them around his waist, so he would be provided with a better, superior angle. He managed to thrust deeper into you, hitting spots in you that your fingers could never even try to reach. Stars flashed behind your closed eyes. You tried to clutch onto Kun for dear life, feeling so high on pleasure that you needed something to simply anchor you.

Every thrust made the fiery pleasure course through you, relentlessly adding to the incredible feeling. “Y-you feel so good, Kun,” you gasped as he hit your sweet spot again.

“And so do you, clenching around my cock like that--” his voice cracked at the end, and he moaned out, his jaw clenched and face overcome in utter pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, voice and body weak from the feeling that had overtaken you.

“M-me, too.”

“W-we’re on the couch -- fuck, Kun, p-please.”

Him, knowing full well that you were on birth control, managed to rasp out, “I’ll just have to cum inside you, then.”

When the wire in your stomach snapped, wave after wave of pleasure wracked your body, causing your walls to spasm and clench around him. His name spilled off your lips like a mantra; Kun being the only person or thing you could possibly think about in that moment.

Seconds later, his hot seed shot up inside of you, his cum painting your walls and filling you up.

Moments later, the both of you were panting, your hair and his hair sticking to his forehead like sweat. Even right now, exhausted, he looked so stunning. You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could form your words, he said, “I love you.”

He meant it. You had no doubts about that, and he just showed you how much you meant to him physically, and now verbally.

“I love you, too,” you replied, meaning it with all of your heart.

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

TikTok Boyfriend

MINORS DNI!! E-plier x male reader. E-plier is called Marcus, and beware, I know nothing about TikTok and had to google things about it, so if something seems off, that’s why :P 

Marcus loves making TikToks, and since he has gotten very popular on the app, he has also found he loves to livestream and chat with his followers.

It’s fun to film and post things like dances, lip-syncing, and other fun stuff (and the occasional thirst trap), but it’s extra fun to see peoples reactions to what he is doing live. 

It’s also just nice to hang out and chill with people for a bit, especially when he’s alone, like right now, because you went out for a run a little earlier. 

Marcus is in the kitchen, his phone on the counter, propped up against the wall. He does a dab cause someone asks, grinning as he comes up, seeing several people groan in chat.

“So, now that I’ve done the mandatory dab, any questions for me?” His eyes scan the screen, trying to find a question to answer. 

“Oh, here’s one! What’s your favorite candy rn? I gotta say, right now it’s the mango ginger chew.” Marcus reads the screen a little, seeing a few question about what it is.

“It’s these chewable candy, look, I’ll show you, hold on one sec.” Marcus looks down, opening a drawer that is just outside of the screens view. Too preoccupied with finding the candy and talking, he doesn’t hear the front door open, and you yelling that you’re home into your shared house. 

You take your shoes and shirt off, leaving your socks and running short on. You toss the sweaty shirt into the laundry hamper in the bathroom on your way to the kitchen. You can hear Marcus talking in there.

“Ah, here they are!” Marcus pulls up a mostly yellow and orange bag, holding it up so people can see it. You walk into the kitchen, and see him talking to his phone, but pay him no mind, going straight for the fridge to get something to drink.

“The little corner store not far from here sells them, tried them for the first time a few months ago, and since then I just can’t stop eating them.” Marcus takes a candy and pops one in his mouth, reading the comments as he chews.

“Never mind the sweets, who’s that shirtless hunk in the background? He’s the real candy here.”  Marcus reads out loud from his phone. His eyes widen, spinning around just in time to see you closing the fridge, Redbull in hand.

“Yo.” You say and give him a peace sign, grinning as he blushes.

“Babe, didn’t realise you were back yet.” You smile and open the Redbull.

“Just got back from my run, needing some energy before I go do some strength exercises.” You take a sip of your Redbull, eyeing the phone you can barely see over Marcus‘s shoulder.

“I didn’t ruin.... Whatever you were doing did I?” Marcus quickly looks at his phone, were the comments seems to be exploding even though he’s covering most of you now. He turns back around, grin on his face.

“No, but you did just show off to a few thousand people on my livestream.” You raise a brow, grinning yourself. Marcus holds out a hand, making a come here motion. You oblige, and he takes your hand not occupied with the Redbull and drags you next to him.

“Everyone, meet my very fit, and very handsome boyfriend.” You wave with your Redbull before taking a long sip.

“Hi people of TikTok.” Marcus snorts and you stick your tongue out at him. Marcus looks at the chat on screen, which is mostly filled with heart, star, and sweating emojis. You notice as well, grinning smugly, taking another sip of your Redbull.

“People are wondering if you’re down with answering some questions. I think they’re a bit curious about you.” You grin, elbowing Marcus’s side gently.

“Or just thirsty, but go ahead, ask away.” The chat more or less explodes, and both of you laugh at that.

“Woah, slow down people, I can only read so much!” You let your eyes skim the screen.

“How long you two been together?” Marcus reads out loud.

“We been together for like a year now, a couple of uh, mutual friends introduced us.” Marcus nods, looking for another question for you two answer.

“Okay, quick fire round! Favorite color?”

“Orange.”

“Favorite food?”

“Oh, though choice, but gotta say fried rice right now.”

“Favorite movie?”

“Come on, too hard, next.”

“What do you do?” You can’t help the shit eating grin that spreads across your face.

“Mostly Marcus.”

“Hey!” Marcus hits your shoulder as you laugh.

“Alright, alright, heh. I’m not gonna go into specifics, but I work with legal stuff.” You take a last sip of your drink, shaking it to check if it’s empty. 

“And I think that’s my cue to leave folks, I should get back to my workout.” You try to leave, but Marcus hand still around yours stops you.

“What?” Marcus grins.

“You not gonna give me my goodbye kiss?” You eye his phone for a brief moment, then mentally shrug. 

Leaning forward, you press your lips to his for a kiss you intend to be brief, but Marcus quickly deepens it, even putting a hand on your hip.

When you lean back, Marcus is wearing a smug grin, and looking over to the chat it’s filled with sweating and eggplant emojis. You chuckle, letting go of his hand to ruffle his hair.

“You’re such an exhibitionist.” Marcus doesn’t deny it, but pouts as he fixes his hair and you walk away. Turning back to his phone, he starts reading the comments again.

“Wow, you guys are THIRSTY.” 

For the rest of the livestream he keeps getting comments that he seems distracted, and to be fair he is. 

He can’t help but think about you kissing him shirtless in front of so many people, and then just sauntering off.

He ends up cutting the livestream short, apologising for it being shorter than he said it would. The last comment he sees before shutting off is “Hell yeah, go get that D Marcus ;)”

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You have just finished your workout, and are on your way to your shower when Marcus more or less corners you in the hallway. He pushes you back against the wall, lips on yours and his arm bracketing you in. You’re surprised to say the least, but are quick to kiss back.

Marcus hands skim along the waistband of your shorts, starting to pull them down, but you stop him.

“I’m sweaty and gross.” Marcus huffs and sinks to his knees.

“Don’t care.” This time you don’t stop as he pulls at your shorts, letting them fall to the floor. He pushes his sunglasses on top of his head, taking your cock in hand, pumping it a few times. You swear and tangle a hand in his hair, careful of the sunglasses.

Marcus strokes your cock as he kisses the inside your thighs, teasingly slow about it. You grunt and pulls at his hair, clearly telling what you want to happen. 

He looks up with a smug grin, before taking the very tip of your cock into his mouth and sucking. You moan, letting your head fall back against the wall with a slight thunk.

You can feel Marcus grin around your cock as he starts to bob his head up and down, covering what he can’t get in his mouth with his hand.

He varies the pressure around your cock, sucking in seemingly random patterns as he moves his mouth up and down your shaft, occasionally pulling up so you’re barely in his mouth before sinking back down again.

You have to hold back to not buck your hips up to much, even though you just want to fuck his face.

Marcus seems to know, as he sinks down as far he can, your dick hitting the back of his throat. This earns him a loud moan from you and a hard tug on his hair. He moans around your cock, and palms his own cock trough his pants. 

You look down just then, and the sight of him is almost enough to make you come. 

His lips stretched around your cock, palming himself with eyes closed, clearly enjoying himself just as much as you are. 

Marcus opens his eyes and looks up, grinning as best as he can with his mouth full, and starts moving again. He speeds up now, causing you to grunt. You move your hand so you’re gripping his hair with both, his sunglasses clattering to the floor. 

You buck into his face, working with Marcus’s set rythm. His hand joins his mouth on your cock again, jerking you off at the same time as he sucks you off. 

You warn Marcus when you’re close to coming, and he pulls off your cock completely, but before you can complain, he’s jerking you off with both hands, and you’re coming. 

Marcus makes you come all over his face, your cum painting white streaks across his cheeks and nose, even covering the little mark he always draws on  his cheek.

When he lets go of your cock, you let go of his hair, supporting yourself on the wall. Marcus licks his lips, catching some of the cum dripping down his cheeks with his tongue.

“Fuck.” It’s all you can say and Marcus looks so smug that you tug him up by his hair, smashing your lips against his, not caring in the slightest that his face is covered in your cum as you kiss him. You somehow manage to pull your shorts back up and on without stopping kissing Marcus.

You kiss him until you have gotten a little more steady on your feet, and then you spin Marcus around, pinning him to the wall. You move from his lips to kiss along his neck, starting to suck a hickey into his skin. 

He moans, his hips moving against you, pressing his very hard cock up against you. You let one hand wander down to the front of his pants, pressing against it over his clothes.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hard.” You speak against his neck as you stroke him as good as you can trough the fabric.

“Well somebody just came all over face so...” You can hear the grin in his voice as he bucks his hips up towards your hand.

“Come on babe, open my pants and take my cock out.” You grunt against Marcus’s neck, pressing against him more, so he’s flush against the wall, your thigh pushing between his legs, adding to the pressure of your hand. Marcus moans as you bite gently down on his neck.

“No.”

“No?” Marcus pants, confused as you move your thigh and hand against him.

“No, you’re gonna come for me just like this.” Starting on another hickey, Marcus moans out loud, his hand clutching at your biceps.

“Since you’re such a show off, I think you can show me how good you can be at coming in your pants.” You lick a long stripe up the side of his neck, stopping at his ear to gently nibble at his lobe before speaking.

“Don’t act like me kissing you in front of your audience isn’t waht brought all of this on.” Marcus groans and you pull back to look at his face. He’s out of breath, clearly blushing and flustered.

“You little exhibitionist.” A particular hard press of your hand makes Marcus groan.

“You get excited by the thought of getting off in front of an audience don’t you?” Marcus nods and you grin.

“All those people watching you fall apart underneath me, watching you turn into a horny mess.” You go back to kiss along his neck, kissing over the marks from earlier, and start making new ones.

“Seeing you come all over yourself, getting covered in my cum and yours.” The breath Marcus lets out is shaky, and followed right after by a moan as he moves against your thigh, seeking friction. You grin against his skin, able to tell how close he his.

“Come on, come on, come for me.” You speed up your hand, and Marcus whines.

“Please....” 

“Please what?”

“Please touch my cock!” You hum, your own cock stirring again hearing how desperate Marcus is to get his cock touched.

“Might as well.” You quickly unbutton and unzip his pants, slipping on hand inside, taking his cock in your hand. 

Marcus moans out your name, and just a few pumps later he’s coming all over your hand and himself. You stroke him trough it, savouring the little moans and whimpers coming from his as his orgasm is drawn out. 

Letting go off his cock, you tuck him back into his pants. You put your hands on his hips, drawing him in for a kiss.

“Come on, lets go for a shower.” Marcus nods and as you try to move away, he palms your cock, making you draw in a sharp breath. 

“Looks like someone is already ready for round two.” His grin is cocky and flirty, already recovering form his orgasm. You groan.

“Shower. Now.”

[smol-and-grumpy]

Touch

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Smut, somnophilia, feelings

WC: 1649

A/N: This was a request by @dean-winchesters-bacon​ to write a drabble with the kink “somnophilia”. Well, I put in more feelings than smut so that’s a little ficlet for you.

It’s almost 3AM and Dean knows that it’s too late to show up. Especially, when he shows up unannounced.

They talked before in the evening, when she basically blew him off with an excuse of having to get up early. 

He gets it, he really does, is actually not holding a grudge. 

Yeah, well, maybe he is. Only a little. Because Eileen lives here now and the bunker’s getting too sappy for his taste, not to mention that Dean’s bored out of his mind. And, he misses her, which is really the important part of the picture here. 

He hasn’t been able to see her for over a week because he’s been on haunts with the lovebirds™. A shudder runs along Dean’s spie when he thinks at the feelings he has in his chest. Guess, the sappiness is contagious.

The evenings are the worst, he thinks. Even though the bunker’s warded, but it sure as hell isn’t warded against the noises that comes out of Sam’s bedroom.

Sammy always insists that Dean’s been hearing things, though. Insists, that they didn’t even sleep in the same bed. 

Well, sleeping was not what they’ve been doing, that much, Dean can tell.

Dean looks up to see that her apartment's unlit. Yeah, because every decent human being is alseep on weekdays at freaking 3AM, unlike him. And decent she is, got a real job and all, and Dean sometimes wonder what she sees in him. Wonders, how he got so lucky to have someone who doesn’t think that his life is fifty shades of fucked up.

Dean lets himself in, after all she gave him a key. It’s for emergencies and, he thinks, if bored out of his mind and horniness isn’t an emergency, then he doesn’t know what is.

He tries to be quiet, but the damn floor is creaking with every step he takes. He crouches down, unlaced his boots and steps out of them before he took off his jacket and hangs it up on a hook by the door. 

Carefully, he tip toes his way to her bedroom on socked feet, stopping every couple of steps and flinches when the creaking gets too loud.

The door to her bedroom stands ajar, she hates sleeping with the door closed. It’s a thing he got used to, the door ways stays open, even if it’s just a crack.

She’s lying on her side, her face buried in the pillow, her hair up in a bun and the blanket covers only half of her body. He sees enough, the moonlight spills through the holes in the blinds, thinks, it’s the prettiest thing he ever did see.

Dean takes a couple of steps closer to the bed, takes off his socks and pants, got rid of his shirt and henley. All the while, he watches her. Watches her shirtless back move evenly with every breath she takes (another habit he doesn’t really mind she has; sleeping only in panties, and sometimes his boxers, which shouldn’t really turn him on that much but it does).

His dick stirs. It has been too long and seeing her splayed on her bed like a damn fucking meal turns him on, he ain’t gonna lie. And he might be fucked up in the head because seeing her sleep and knowing that he can do whatever he wants with her, is a kink he never knew he had. He takes off his boxer briefs, too. 

The mattress dibs under his weight as he kneels on it. He goes in carefully, trying his damn best not to wake her up and moves up to lie next to her, pulling the blanket over himself and her before he pulls her close to him gently.

His hand wanders, massages her ass. It feels nice, soft, like a ripe fruit ready for picking, and picking is what he wants to do. Dean hooks his thumb in the seam of her panties and pulls it down slowly. So slow, it’s almost agonizing and his heart thumps a staccato beat in his chest.

“Sshhh…” He hushes, as he feels her stir, lowers his lips to kiss her shoulder. His one hand is still pulling her panties down while his other hand was around her hips, lifting her up so he can take them off easier. “Shhh, baby…” 

Dean wants to say more, wants to run his mouth, because that’s really his specialty and it makes him crazy when she talks dirty to him too.

He pushes the panties down and hooks his toe into it to take it off her leg. A skillful thing to have, hookable toes, and he’s proud of that.

Dean is painfully hard now and spits into his hand before he jerks himself, moaning at the first touch of his own hand around his aching cock. He pushes two fingers of the hand that is not jerking himself off into his mouth, slicks them up before he probes at and paints around her hole with fingers that are slick from saliva. 

Carefully, he pushes a finger in, past the first knuckle. Bites back a groan when he feels her tight heat surrounds his finger. He plays with her clit after, and she stirs, a soft sound escapes her lips and he stills for a moment, stops jerking off but leaves his finger on her, still drawing lazy circles on her clit. She doesn’t open her eyes. Good for him.

He adds another finger and makes a weird noise in his throat when he feels that she’s even tighter than before with two of his fingers moving inside. His other hand works on himself frantically, his leaking cock producing enough pre come to make it feel so fucking good and he loves it that she’s getting wetter by the minute.

“Fuck, baby.. I gotta..” He mumbles, more to himself because obviously, she can’t hear him. 

Dean pulls her naked back flush against his chest, makes her place her head on his arm, hopes she doesn’t wake up from how hard his heart is beating. He kisses the nape of her neck when he manhandles her into position, draping one leg back over his thigh, is awfully thankful at how flexible she is. 

He fists his cock, strokes a couple of times more, for good measure, before he positions himself to her hole. Dean bites on his tongue when he pushes in slowly, tastes copper on his tongue and squints at tight pressure. He’s gentle, working himself in, breathes steadily through his clenched teeth, hushing her again when she stirs and noses at the back of her neck.

The movement stills when he’s all the way in, has to stop to not blow right away and he works himself through the first tingle in his balls. His other arm drapes around her how, his palm on her stomach, holding her in place.

He sprays kisses on her shoulder as he starts to move. The thrusts are shallow but deep and there’s a moment where he just grinds himself against her. He likes that the most, going in as deep as he can and just fucking grinds. 

She’s panting, he can feel her heart beating faster. He knows that he can make her come just like this. Grinding inside of her, carving a room with his cock in her tight, wet heat, knows she loves it when his cockhead pokes at her cervix. And as if on cue, he feels her walls clamping down around his dick. It’s velvety and so fucking tight it makes him see stars and there’s a moan as she opens her eyes and draws her arm back, holds her palm against his face. 

“Dean..” She whispers, tilts her head back and around to look at him and he kisses nose, her cheek, working his way to her mouth. 

He wants to say something but his voice is strained, his balls are drawn up, she’s still squeezing him down there and he comes, bites down on her shoulder, leaving a mark she thankfully won’t have to explain to anyone because it’s fucking winter. 

Dean doesn’t know how much time passed until he can finally think again. She’s grinning when he opens his eyes and he kisses her cheek, her jaw, sucking and licking at the bite mark he just left her with, on her shoulder. 

“I heard you come in.” She chuckles and he blushes at that. 

“I could swear I was silent.” He drawls, kissing her neck, her throat and works his way up to her ear, swirls his tongue around her earlobe, breathes in the smell of her body lotion and sweat.

“Oh please,” She huffs out a laugh.

Dean’s brows furrowed, “You were awake the whole time?”

“I was dozing..” 

She turns her head, kissing his bicep, hands squeezing his arm and he kisses her temple.

“‘M sorry for being loud.”

He noses behind her ear, feels himself soften inside of her but he doesn’t want to pull out. Wants to stay locked like this as long as possible.

“Is it okay if I stay?” He asks and is almost ashamed of himself how whiny he sounds.

She wants to turn around but he holds her there. “No, I want to stay like this.” Dean says and she understands. She always does. He really wonders how he deserved her.

“Okay, but we need to sleep.” She nestles her head into his shoulder, it’s like the place is made for her to fit in and he couldn’t imagine someone else in her place. Doesn’t really want to imagine it, if he's honest.

Dean kisses the back of her neck. “‘M on it.” He mumbles against soft skin and he swears that he wanted to wait for her to fall asleep first, because that’s what he always does, but he’s out as soon as his eyes closed.

[i-miss-balthazar]

Pride

Warnings: Idk, swearing?

Rating: General audiences

Pairings:  Jody x Donna (I don’t know their ship name), DreamHunter, background Destiel

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The phone rang twice, before Dean picked up. 

“Hello?” The hunter asked cheerfully. Hearing him brought a smile to Jody’s face. 

“Hey Dean, how you doing?” She greeted. 

“Everything’s pretty good over here. Just got back on a shopping trip.” Dean hummed. 

“What are you doing tomorrow afternoon?” Jody asked, eyeing the circle on the calendar in front of her, marking tomorrow’s date in bright pink. 

“Nothing I can think of, how come?” Dean responded. 

“Well the pride parade in Sioux Falls is tomorrow, and I’m sure the girls would love having you guys there. Plus it’ll be good to catch up.” 

“Pride parade? We’re in!” Gabriel’s muffled voice called from the other line, making Jody chuckle softly.

“Well I guess my mind is made up.” Dean laughed. “Text me the information, we’ll be there.” 

“Wonderful, Dean…”

“Alright, I’ve gotta let you go so I can unpack the groceries. We’ll see you tomorrow, Jody!”

“See you tomorrow.” 

~|~

“Claire, give me back my makeup!” Alex scowled. 

“I just need to borrow the pink, Alex, calm your tits.” Claire retorted. 

“It isn’t my fault the only colour you have is blacker than your soul!” Alex crossed her arms. 

“Girls! Quit fighting.” Jody sighed. “Alex, she can use your makeup for now.” Claire gave Alex a smug look. “But next time she will ask, right Claire?” Jody asked expectantly, crossing her arms. Claire rolled her eyes. 

“I only took it because I knew she’d say no.” She huffed. 

“Share, girls.” Jody sighed, turning to Donna as she exited the bathroom, a her hair done up nicely and makeup equally as beautiful, with a shirt coloured in the pink yellow and blue of the pansexual flag. She gave a gesture of ‘ta da’, smiling brightly, and Jody’s heart melted. “You look beautiful, Donna…” She praised, stealing a kiss. Jody didn’t get as dressed up as everyone else. She wore plain jeans, and flannel over a shirt that said ‘we’re all human’, the letters of ‘human’ styled with various pride flags. Though, she did intend to buy a demisexual flag while they were there. 

“I’m ready.” Patience informed, sitting down on the couch. She was wearing a black and white quarter sleeve shirt reading ‘my sexuality is nope’ in the ace colours, and holding a small aro flag. 

“You look great, sweetie.” Donna smiled. 

“We’re leaving in five minutes!” Jody called to the other girls.

“I’m almost ready!” Alex shouted. Claire strutted out, her signature leather jacket on over a black shirt with a rainbow, with ‘kiss whoever the fuck you want’ scrawled above the flag. She also had her makeup done in the colours of the lesbian flag, and displayed an assortment of pins on her jacket. Alex slipped out after her.

“I would’ve been ready sooner if someone hadn’t stolen my makeup.” She glared at Claire. 

“Hey. No fighting, you two.” Jody warned, pointing a finger at them sternly. 

“Yes mom.” Claire sighed. 

“Can we go now?” Alex grinned. Jody smiled, ushering them to the car. 

~|~

It was about half way through the day when Jody rounded the girls up. Each of them had an assortment of wristbands from all the activities, and Claire was covered in glitter. Patience’s cheek was painted with black white grey and purple, and Alex was draped in a bisexual flag, beaded necklaces around her neck. They’re each glowing with joy, and Jody smiled fondly.

“The boys are here, we’re going to meet them at where the sidewalk painting is going to happen in…” she checks her watch. “Ten minutes, so let’s head over there.” Jody hummed, leading her girls in the right direction, catching Donna’s hand as they walked. 

Jack noticed them first, his whole expression lighting up with joy. He had pink white and blue painted on his cheek, and a shirt that said ‘trans pride’ with a pink white and blue unicorn. 

“Hello!” He beamed, waving to them. 

“Hey you guys!” Dean smiled, approaching them and hugging Jody, then Donna. Sam followed his lead. Dean was sporting a bisexual shirt - a pun on the N’Sync song ‘Bye Bye Bye’, and also had some light makeup on, while Sam had a demisexual flag draped over his shoulders. After hugging the girls, Dean retreated to Castiel’s side, who merely had a rainbow flag, stealing a kiss. Gabriel was shirtless, body glitter decorating his torso in a rainbow of colours, while the pansexual flag hung around his shoulders like a cape, and the glitter was probably the only reason he wasn’t trying to get a piggy back ride from Sam. 

“You guys look great.” Jody praised. 

“Thank you, I designed it!” Gabriel boasted. “Pretty much all of it. I went shopping and got them to wear as much as possible.” He glared at Sam and Cas. “Some were picky.” 

“It’s fine, it don’t matter what you’re wearing, long as you have a good time.” Donna assured. 

“Crosswalk painting will start in five minutes! Everyone get your brushes!” A voice called through a megaphone, and well, how could any of them resist?

~|~

They stayed for a long time, until the sun faded from the sky. Jody sent a group text, telling them where to meet for the fireworks, and Claire was making her way there. Unfortunately, she got swept away by the crowd, and now found herself on the outskirts. With an angry huff, she pulled out her phone, trying to get a GPS. Head down as she walked, she did her best to avoid crashing into anyone, but as she crossed a corner she collided with someone, knocking them both down. 

“Sorry…” she mumbled, shaking her head. “Stupid phone.” She picked the device up, rising and offering the girl her hand. When the other girl took her hand, her brain completely short circuited. 

“It’s okay.” She murmured, taking Claire’s hand to pull herself up. Claire would recognize that face anywhere. Kaia Nieves, they had math together in third block all semester, and bio last block the semester before. And Claire was madly in love with her. “You’re Claire, right? From math class?” She asked. Claire forgot how to use English. 

“I...uh...yeah. That’s me.” She smiled, her eyes catching on the lesbian pride button adorning her sweater. Good to know. 

“Didn’t think I’d see anyone from school here, they’re all kind of…” Kaia trailed off. 

“Ignorant douchebags?” Claire guessed. Kaia gave a guilty smile. “Most of them are.” Claire chuckled. “But uh… you’re pretty cool.” She offered a smile.

“Thanks.” Kaia smiled back. Now or never, Claire…

“Hey, uh… you wanna watch the fireworks together?” Claire asked quickly, before she could abort. Kaia blinked, blushing softly. 

“...okay.” She agreed softly. Claire’s smile brightened, and she took Kaia’s hand, leading her off. It was a night to remember. 

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@misha-moose-dean-burger-lover @specialagentrin @peanutbutterandgrapejelly @all-or-nothing-baby @petrichoravellichor @i-know-like-four-things @fantastikitty7 @is-jus-me @hexlorde

Author’s Note: This one’s especially for Sheya! She gave me the prompt. If I had any art skills, I’d definitely draw them all for you guys, but alas. Also full disclosure, I have never been to pride, but I asked around and consulted google, so I hope it’s okay!

[yodawgiherd]

Nightmare Buster

Rating: M

>>>Read on AO3<<<

The quarantine is finally getting to me, so have some fluff and smut while I do my best to figure out what to do with my life. Hope you'll like it. :)

Enjoy!

There’s an art in painting nails. The way you have to get the job done in even strokes, to spread the paint equally, to make sure that none of the surface is left out. It was hard work, needing a steady hand and dedication, and luckily Eren had all of these. As he didn’t decide to paint his own nails, yet, he worked in silence on his willing model. Mikasa’s feet in his lap, he gently dragged the brush over her toenails, making sure to cover all of it with her favorite shade of black color. Midnight.

“You have to admit,”, she said, tearing him out of his artistic trance, “I look good in this set.”

Lifting his eyes from his work, Eren swung them at her, noticing that she’s reading a fashion magazine with herself on the cover. The narcist.

“Which one’s that again?”, he asked, returning to his unfinished business with her toes, “The sports or the biker gear? Oh, is it the kimono? I like that.”

She eyed him over the rim of the magazine.

“Why that particular one?”

“Well…”, dipping the brush in the color, Eren took a moment to think, “I see you in biker or training gear almost every day, but kimono was a new look for you. You are not big on Japanese traditions, despite your Asian half.”

A sly grin entered his face.

“Unless we are talking about shibari, then you are quite the enthusiast.”

Hiding her slight blush behind the magazine, Mikasa murmured some half-assed answer, letting Eren work in peace. That was until something else caught her eye.

“Baby, look at this!”, she exclaimed, shoving the page almost into his face.

Curious to see what made her so excited, Eren once again paused his important strokes to inspect the text.

“It’s… uh… a competition?”

She nodded rapidly at that.

“A contest for the hottest surgeon, see? All you have to do is send your pictures, and if you win…”, she eyed the page again, “You get a professional photoshoot done! Isn’t that amazing?”

“I thought you were the supermodel of this household,”, Eren’s reply was rather sober, he didn’t feel the need of exposing himself like this.

Seeing that he is still not very sold on the idea, Mikasa did her best to motivate him.

“Think of all the potential it would give you! How much you could stick it to your colleagues for example, like…”

“Onya.”, Eren finished for her, eyes turning interested, “Oh he would be green with jealousy if I won this in front of his face.”

Nice, she almost had him.

“And think of all the women who would look at your pictures and fawn over your body.”, Mikasa kept striking the iron while it was hot, speaking in a low breathy whisper “I bet that some of them would get wet just by looking at you.”

But this time, she missed the mark.

“I mean that’s cool, but why should I care what other women think.”, Eren countered, “You are the only one I care about.”

“Well, of course, you are mine, puppy, and if you as much as look at other women…..”

“I am legally required to look at other women. I’m a surgeon, I can’t put a sign on my door that says male patients only.”

Cheeky bastard.

“You know what I mean. As I was saying, you are mine, but they don’t know that. And potentially….”

“I couldn’t help them even potentially with their thirst. Or did you forget?”, Eren eyed her with a spark of humor in his eye, “My dick doesn’t work for other girls, just you.”

Maybe there was a scientific term for that, but Eren didn’t bother looking it up. Since that revelation back during their break-up period, It became only more and more clear that Mikasa was the only woman who did things to him. She had him by the balls, figuratively, and she didn’t even have to do anything. Just be herself, and that was more than enough.

“I still think that you are overreacting from one bad experience,”, Mikasa said, not completely convinced.

But still, it was sweet of him, so leaning closer, she pressed a kiss to his mouth. An innocent kiss that made her yearn for more when she felt just how nice Eren’s lips were. When she tried to deepen it, to maybe put their tongues into play, Eren pulled back, surprising her.

“Can I finish this first?”, he asked, holding up the brush.

Wait a second.

“Just to be completely clear, you don’t want to have sex because you are painting my toes?”

“Correction, I don’t want to have sex before I finish painting them.”, Eren shrugged, “I just hate to leave things half-assed.”

Laughing, Mikasa leaned back into her old place, watching Eren wink at her as he picked up the brush again and got to work. It wasn’t half bad. As her fiancé opted to do this shirtless, she could watch the muscles ripple beneath his skin anytime he moved. Even those delicate little strokes were giving her a show. Oh yes, he’s going to be an amazing model, the competition was over, they just didn’t know it. His whole body felt like sex personified, and it was made even better by those nice wings on his back, twins to the ones on her own. Mikasa never thought that she’s going to share a tattoo with someone, but here it was, marking them as soulmates. And watching Eren hunched over, dedicated to making her feet look even cuter than usual, she couldn’t have picked a better partner. Seeing him like this, it gave her an idea.

“Baby?”

“Hmmm…?”, unfocused, his eyes were still glued to where the brush danced.

“I want something new, something to wear.”

That made him look up, eyebrows furrowed.

“Like a dress?”

“No, like a…. you know…. Some play gear?”

“Oh.”, he caught that rather quickly, “Any preferences?”

She shook her head.

“Surprise me.”

If Mikasa wanted a new thingy, Eren would be the last to deny her.

“Very well, I can swing by the shop this week. Anything else?”

“Cuffs.”

“Cuffs?”

“Yup, some soft ones, so I can be soft on you for a change.”

An odd request, considering how rough and merciless she always was as a mistress, but there’s nothing wrong with mixing things up, Eren imagined.

“Sure. I’m sure that Zackly will appreciate the business.”

Seeing that she had no further requests, Eren dipped the brush in the paint again and went back to his work, determined to finally finish what he started.

A movement woke him alongside whispered words. Eyes opening into the pitch black of midnight, Eren quickly located the source of the ruckus by checking the other side of the bed. Mikasa was having a nightmare again.

Brows furrowed, sweat running down her face, she grimaced and moaned something, fisting the bedding so tightly that her knuckles were bleeding white. Trained and experienced in this, Eren immediately hunched over her, gently caressing her face and whispering to her. Waking her up harshly could have bad consequences, as Mikasa usually punched the first thing she saw and didn’t hold any of her inhuman strength back. Eren already caught a few of those during their time together, and he wasn’t very keen on repeating that experience.

“Hey, wake up Miki…”

Her eyelids moved, fluttering, she was close to being let out. So, Eren pressed on.

“Baby, I’m here, please come back to me.”

Finally, she opened her eyes, almost immediately locating his face.

“E-Eren… I…”, her greys filled with tears out of nowhere, “You died!”

“No, no baby, I’m right here,”, sitting up, he pulled her into his lap, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Slowly, as if she still didn’t believe it, her arms snaked around his torso and Mikasa pressed herself close to him, ear right over his heartbeat.

“It was just a dream, a nightmare. I’m here for you baby.”

“A dream… Y-Yes, a dream… I…”, she choked back a sob, “It was so terrible, I think… I think I…”

Overcome, she started crying openly.

“I think I killed you!”

Her hug tightening, she cried on his chest, her tears flowing down on Eren’s skin. Not sure how to react, Eren just stroked her head, waiting for the worst to come out of her.

“Just let it out,”, he murmured into her hair, “I’ve got you.”

She shook on top of him, somehow small and vulnerable despite all the strength and greatness Eren knew she possessed. Those night terrors always made her like this, twisted the worst of her fears into reality and injected them into her sleep. It was some time since Mikasa had a nightmare, but this unwelcomed guest was here to stay. And Eren was more than happy to help her chase it away. Rocking back and forth slightly, he kept holding her, doing the only thing that could be done. Waiting.

It slowly passed, her sobs grew weaker and that embrace strong enough to squeeze his bones grew less tight. Despite all these signs, Eren waited for her to speak, giving her all the time in the world.

“I’m sorry…”, she finally said, whispering it into his tear-streaked chest.

“Don’t apologize, it is my pleasure.”

She snorted.

“To be woken up by a crazy girl in the middle of the night and then forced to hold her while she cries on top of you. A privilege indeed.”

“The greatest one.”

Mikasa let out a shaky exhale, nuzzling into his chest. The slow heartbeat she could hear calmed her.

“I still can’t believe that I dreamed that I killed you. It was so… realistic.”

“If you killed me I’m sure that I deserved it. What did I do?”

She shook her head.

“I can’t remember. Something bad, terrible but still…”

The embrace grew tighter again. Maybe a bit too much.

“I didn’t want to do it. I surely don’t.”

“Well, if you squeeze me a bit more you might just end me.”, Eren managed to speak out of his quickly decreasing oxygen supply.

Seriously, even breathing was hard from how hard she clung to him. Immediately lessening the pressure, Mikasa looked up with an apologetic look on her face, but that was hardly necessary. As if Eren could ever be mad at someone this cute. With her wide wet eyes, tears on her face and slightly trembling pink lips, she was the image of a woman he would pledge his life to protect, not hurt in any way. Not possible. Leaning forward, he kissed her on the forehead.

“I swear I wouldn’t hurt you.”, she said, probably still dazed by the dream, “I love you so much, I couldn’t do it.”

Eren could never imagine hurting Mikasa, he would rather cut off his own hand than cause her any harm and he supposed that she felt the same way about him. Hurting your soul mate just made no sense, ever. Whoever that other Eren was, he must have been a colossal asshole to deserve being killed by the other Mikasa. This Eren was surely glad that his fiancé wouldn’t hurt him because when Mikasa was dead serious she was downright terrifying, there was no other word to describe it. She could murder with her eyes alone.

“Hey, I know that.”, pressing their foreheads together, he stared into her eyes, “I love you more than life itself, Mikasa.”

All this helped, of course, the nightmare demons retreated but somehow they stayed, lingering at the edge of her vision. She didn’t remember the entirety of her dream, but she did recall a few things. Huge, burning bodies. Blood and gunshots. Explosions. And worst of all, she remembered Eren’s eyes when she pushed that knife, or a sword?, into his heart. Because he wasn’t angry, resentful, or anything like that. There was acceptance written in his face as if this was meant to happen, as if there was no other way, as if him dying was the best possible outcome. Mikasa hated to even imagine such a scenario.

Even enveloped in Eren’s hug, listening to his heartbeat, she still felt a bit cold at the core of her being, she saw that face in front of her eyes. She yearned for him, she realized, yearned to know that he is real and here with her, in the bed. She wanted to feel his heated skin on her own, damn those sleeping clothes. Looking up, she blinked the tears away from her eyes, immediately getting his attention.

“Make love to me.”, a half-broken whisper coming from such a sad face gave Eren a pause.

Not like he didn’t want her, but it didn’t feel like the right thing to do, considering that she just woke from a nightmare and was still suffering the consequences. But Mikasa was sure, there was only one cure for her current condition and that was Eren. All of him.

“I need you.”, she continued, hands circling his shoulders as Mikasa shifted their position, lying on her back and pulling his weight on top of her. “Please baby.”

Wrapping her legs around his hips, she pressed her lower half into his, hoping he will feel that burning need that settled between her thighs. She needed him and needed him now.

Dropping a hand between them, Eren gently caressed the flimsy fabric of her panties, feeling the heat. Despite what he thought, Mikasa seemed to be craving this.

“Would you like if I made you feel good?”, he suggested, his fingers rubbing at her weak spot, “I could go down on you, make you relax.”

Mikasa knew that Eren was very good at that, that he could make her melt with his tongue, but she didn’t want that now. She needed him inside her, to be as physically close as possible to her lover, to feel his sweat run down her skin. Shaking her head, she rubbed her heat alongside his awakening length instead.

“Just make love to me, please.”, she repeated.

Defeated by her sound argument and the need in her voice, Eren made the smallest needed adjustment for her wish to come true. Nudging her panties aside, his pants already slid down to the halfway of his ass by Mikasa’s feet, Eren pulled back to line himself up properly, taking note of how eagerly she spread her legs for him. Pushing in, Mikasa’s eyes fluttering closed as her mouth fell open, a choked sob running through her body. He waited for a moment, waited for her to adjust to him, to the sudden fullness, watching her until she opened her eyes and nodded at him. Pulling back, pushing in, Eren did this dance a thousand times but still, he loved it as much as the first time. Maybe more, now that he knew what he was doing. Knowing that it was the intimacy that she craved the most, Eren adjusted his position until he was close to her, as close as he could until he was able to press kisses on her elegant neck which she gracefully bent to give him more space. She was moaning softly as he moved inside of her, a sound much sweeter than his own grunts, forced out by how she squeezed him inside of her, how massaged his sensitive length was.

Eren was starting to lose it, so closing his eyes, he pressed his face into her neck, clenching his teeth against the rising wave. But Mikasa wasn’t satisfied with that. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she forced him to look at her, to watch her face as her climax began to approach. Fire, spreading through her body, waking her up from that cold nightmare, making the last remnants of it disappear, chased away by Eren’s rhythmic deep thrusts, by the heat of his naked skin on her. Wanting to feel more of it, most of it, she removed her sleeping shirt with a quick flick of the wrist, making them equally naked. Now, when he was on top of her, his weight pushing her down, Eren grew more demanding, more feverish, using his hands to catch her wrists and pin them down next to her head. He was losing it, losing his precious calm, teeth gritting as he stared down at her flushed cheeks. To hide his expression and to make her feel better, he dropped his head down to her now naked chest, worshipping those small perky tits with his mouth. Dragging his tongue alongside her hard nipples, sucking at her firm breasts, Eren was sure to keep himself busy, as doing this was much better than just waiting to be overcome by that approaching wave. Each thrust was a grunt, each one so deep it made Mikasa roll her eyes back, each one pushing her closer and closer. She arched from the bed, moaning out loud now, held down only by him. He pinned her down to the bed, spread like a butterfly, fucked her into the bed, meeting her need for rougher treatment perfectly. And with a last deep shove, she was done, vision going white as her body clenched and writhed on the bed in Eren’s iron hold. He was close too, of course, and this spectacle Mikasa always delivered when she came, that desperate face and shaking body, that was more than enough to keel him over. One, two, the third thrust was his end as he emptied himself into her, spent. The sweat the was beading on his forehead fell on her face, making him mutter an apology but Mikasa only shook her head, not minding anything right now. Nightmares were gone and she was flying, high on her climax, anything dark and sad somewhere deep beneath her. Letting out a shaky exhale, she opened her eyes, watching her love stare down at her from his position above her, still buried deep between her legs. Sweat running down his lean, muscular body, green eyes framed by the long brown hair, Eren was quite a sight. Biting her bottom lip, Mikasa couldn’t believe how hot he was right now. And even with this mind shaking orgasm still present in her body, one thought solidified in her mind. She wanted to go on. She wanted more. Now.

“Can you go again?”, she asked, watching Eren’s eyes widen.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Can you go again?”, reaching out she ran her hand down his face, over his chest and stomach, gently touching that place where they were still connected, “Please…”

“You want me to fuck you again?”

“Mhmm.”, she nodded, “And harder please.”

Right, as if Eren needed more proof that she was a nympho. Then again….

“Fine, but I’ll do you from behind.”, pulling out of her with a wet sound, he gave her room and watched as Mikasa eagerly scrambled on all fours. Her need for a gentle wake up was taken care of, now there was a darker desire smoldering beneath her stomach. She needed to have him completely. She needed him to be as far within her as possible.

Adjusting her position with a few tugs, Eren moved to one knee, properly lining himself up and pushing back in. To be perfectly honest, Eren had a bit of an ulterior motive when he asked for this position. While taking Mikasa from behind was an amazing experience on its own, it had the added novelty of the tattoo on her back, covering the firm lines of her muscles and moving anytime she did, shifting her position slightly. Oh yes, this looked good, the artists did an outstanding job.

“So you want me to fuck you harder, is that right?”

Mikasa threw him a needy look over her shoulder, shaking her backside slightly to tempt him, to get him to move.

“Yes, sir.”

“And are you sure that you can handle it?”

This time, she threw him a sweaty smirk.

“Of course, sir.”

Very well then, it was high time to stop staring and deliver. Once again moving inside her heat, Eren picked up the tempo right off the bat, not wasting any time with preparation. He fucked her hard and fast, just as she wanted, roughening it up with open-handed slaps to her firm backside. The trick was in never falling into a tempo with those, so Mikasa could never see those short flares of pain coming, could not prepare for them. And judging from how hard she clenched around him anytime he hit her, Eren was doing a fine job. He was a storm behind her, dirty and uncaring, powerful in how he moved. Her body started failing her from the relentless assault, weakened by both pleasure and spikes of pain, arms failing to support her weight as her upper half slid down on the mattress, fisting the bedding instead. Her knees held, managing to keep her ass up for him, and that was the important thing here.

“You like this?”, he spoke up, demanding, in control, wanting her to say how she felt, “How does it feel when I fuck you?”

How does one say heavenly without making it sound so cheesy?

“G-Good, sir…”, she panted, forming words was hard at the moment, “Do-Don’t stop, plea-please, please...”

As if he would ever do that. Taking her slumped form as an opportunity, Eren hunched over her, making his presence felt as much as he could. If she wanted to feel him everywhere, he had no problem with that. Pushing one palm against her feverish cheek, Eren slipped his thumb into her mouth, rolling it over her tongue and gums, taking all of her at the same time. Finger in her mouth, cock buried deep inside her clenching pussy, Eren was dominating all of Mikasa, every nook and cranny of her athletic body, taking it as his. And she loved it so much. Her eyes were rolled back inside her head, her breath was coming out in short huffs of warm breath against Eren’s palm, her body trembled beneath his assault. Another harsh slap landing on her ass, the skin red at this point, the pain combined with the pleasure and pushed her so close that the coil in her stomach could snap at any moment. It took a deep thrust and another slap, this time so hard that it made her cry out to do so. Cumming at the same time while there are tears of pain in your eyes is an experience that Mikasa already had but was glad to repeat it. If anything, all those hours they spent in the gym together made Eren rather capable of spanking her hard enough for Mikasa’s tastes. And just then, in the middle of her climax, Eren altered the position again.

Curling his hand beneath her, around her stomach, Eren picked her trembling weight up and leaning back, he pressed Mikasa’s back into his front as he kneeled on the bed. Putty in his hands, Mikasa didn’t resist. Her legs were forced open in this position, his knees between hers, holding her there, open for Eren to have his way with her. Pulling his fingers from between her lips, he grabbed Mikasa’s throat instead, angling her head so he could kiss her, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. She was half unresponsive, being stuck in the middle of her orgasm, her mouth open and pliant to his demands. And still, he fucked her, his hips moved like a hammer, hitting that spot deep inside her that kept the climax going and going as if it would never stop. Her muscles moved on their own, her hips snapped into his, her arms moved to wrap around his neck, pushing their faces even closer into that messy kiss. Her back arched into the perfect curve, her body quaked with each hit, unsure if it would ever be released from this sweet torment. Eren’s hands felt like steel by how unyielding he was, one arm encircled possessively around her stomach and her trembling abs, holding her up, while the other held her throat, the pressure there restricting Mikasa’s breathing. Choking was just what she needed right now, drowning in the intense pleasure already. Just as her vision was going dark, completely spent and exhausted by this rough lovemaking, Eren cursed and his cock spurted inside her, spilling a much smaller second load into her clenching cunt.

Done, she was boneless, high on hormones, and when Eren finally let her go, weakening the tight embrace he held her in, she immediately fell on the bed. Trying to catch her breath, trying to collect her bearing, Mikasa’s chest was still heaving, the intensity a bit too much. She was sure to feel this in the morning.

“So…”, Eren spoke behind her, eyeing her fallen form, “Hard enough?”

She just smiled, her mind still high in heaven from the remnants of her long drawn-out orgasm. There were a lot of words she could say, she could say how amazing it was, how perfectly it filled her need, how he took her breath away, but there was no need to do that. Instead, she looked at him from the bed, meeting his eyes with her half-lidded grays.

“Yes.”

And that was enough. After cleaning themselves from the filth and sweat, they settled in the bed again, this time to finally sleep. Tired from Eren’s performance, Mikasa was sure that no more nightmares were waiting for her, any fear of losing him was positively fucked out of her system. Angling her head, she kissed him, a small and quiet thank you gesture. After that, they settled back to sleep, with Mikasa still clinging to him and laying her head on his chest, using the steady heartbeat to lull her to sleep. She fell back into the dreamland rather quickly, exhausted, but Eren stayed up for a time, tracing the lines of the wings tattoo on her back, clearly visible as Mikasa didn’t bother with putting on a shirt after their shower. Inspecting it from up close, unbandaged and in all its glory, spanning over the whole area of her beautifully chiseled back, he had to agree that the suffering of thousand needles was worth it in the end. It was perfect, just as she was.

It was pleasantly empty here. Darius’ shop was popular, but most of the orders were placed online and only picked up or delivered. There are not many people who are confident enough to just strut into a sex shop and browse. After all these years of working with Zackly, Eren was one of those confident ones. Leaning on the counter, he ran his fingers over the new pair of cuffs the owner was presenting him with, soft black leather with red padding.

“You like them?”, Darius asked.

“Sure do.”, nodding at the shopkeeper, Eren reached for his wallet, only to stop when a new thought struck him, “Listen, do you have uh… What’s the name of this, it’s like clothing only for your upper half and…”

“You mean corset?”

“No, no, we have plenty of those. I was thinking that stuff that gymnast wear.”

“Leotard?”

Eren snapped his fingers.

“That’s it! Do you stock those?”

The shopkeeper grinned.

“Latex I guess?”

The doctor returned his smile.

“You guessed it, Mikasa likes that material a lot.”

Darius nodded at that.

“I think we do, let me check in the back.”

Disappearing behind the curtain, Zackly set out on the search while Eren made himself comfortable, examining the cuffs. They had a few pairs already, but Mikasa expressed the desire for some soft ones, for soft domming, which Eren found a bit funny considering how ruthless of a dominatrix she was. But hey, if she wanted soft cuffs, he’s going to buy her soft cuffs. Just then, as he finished this train of thought, a voice spoke behind him. A voice he had no problem hearing anywhere, a voice he knew, but a voice that he was not thrilled to listen to while visiting a sex shop. Ymir’s voice.

“Eren? Is that you?”

With a pained expression, he turned, facing the tall freckled girl and her blonde girlfriend, who was doing her best to disappear into the ground. And while Krista was blushing and looking away, Ymir boldly met Eren’s gaze, completely unfazed.

“Damn, would you look at this, I never imagined you as a sexual deviant.”, she said, grinning.

“Ymir!”, Krista spoke, poking her in the shoulder, “That’s not nice. Eren can do what he wants in private.”

“I’m just… You know…. Browsing…”, trying to put out the fire, Eren smiled nervously, “I was just curious.”

“Just curious?”, Ymir repeated after him, not buying his lies.

“Yea, you know… Life is like… Uhm…”, scratching the back of his neck, Eren was running out of things to say.

And then, Darius gave him the killing shot.

“Eren? I have the thing you asked for!”, coming from the back, Zackly carried the box with a smile of a winner, “I even found Mikasa’s size, I have it memorized after all that gear you bought from…”

Finally coming to the front, he eyes the situation, raising an eyebrow.

“Am I interrupting something?”

Satisfied that he was busted, Ymir took a step back, letting him complete his transaction in peace. Turning back towards the shopkeeper, Eren sighed.

“Just ran into some friends here.”

“That’s good, maybe you can show them around, give them some tips, you are experienced enough. It’s important that people who are new to this don’t fuck up anything, wouldn’t you say?”

Yeah right, Eren was totally looking forward to that. Then again, there was no way for Darius to know, and since he was working in the business, of course he would not be embarrassed by it. Paying for the gear, he waved at Darius before walking to where Ymir and Krista were standing, inspecting a row of dildos.

“Look, baby, it’s Mr. Kink.”, putting back the vibrator she held in her hand, Ymir turned towards him, “What did you buy, new ropes?”

If she only knew how many of those they did have back at home. Mikasa’s shibari obsession demanded ropework on a regular basis, and Eren had a healthy supply built up. The lady could always choose by what rope she wanted to be bound by. Luckily, he was saved from answering by Krista again.

“You can’t just ask him that! It’s not like we want to share why are we here.”

“Oh? But I’ll tell him if you want.”, meeting Eren’s eyes, she started, “You see, we want to buy some bo-.. ow!”

Rubbing her shoulder, she glared at her tiny girlfriend who just punched her there.

“What was that for?”

“Maybe you are comfortable with sharing our intimate life with everyone, but I’m not. So why don’t you shut up for once.”

“Ladies, there’s no need for that.”, defusing the situation Eren spoke up, getting their attention.

And hell, Darius was right, he and Mikasa were experienced in this, and Ymir and Krista were just starting. Maybe he could share some tips, if they want, of course.

“Let me guess,”, he began, “ Are you here for the first time?”

As Ymir took Krista’s advice and remained silent, it was the blonde who answered.

“Yes. We started talking about it just recently and we finally gathered our courage to come here.”

From the two of them, it was rather obvious who needed to gather the courage and Ymir wasn’t it. Taking a deep breath, Eren slowly pieced together the sentence, hoping to get his point across.

“As you may have noticed, I and Mikasa have been in this game for some time, so if you want, I could share some tips. Something to get you two started.”

If Krista wasn’t blushing before, her face was a tomato now. But Ymir immediately jumped on that offer, just as he expected.

“Yes! Totally, we can’t wait to hear all the dirty secrets!”

The blonde groaned.

“Ymir, there’s internet….”

“What? Why would we take our advice from the internet when we have this guy here? He’s offering!”

“I didn’t say that I’ll share everything, I’m just saying that I could help you since you are new and…”, Eren chimed in, but Ymir didn’t care.

“Sure, sure, we are totally in.”, taking the lead again, Ymir shot him a predatory smile, “Why don’t you come by our flat, we can discuss stuff there. Just tell me at work when you have the time.”

“Well, I need to run this by Mikasa first, see if she’s okay with this too and…”

But Ymir was already waving her hand.

“Sure, sure, whatever. It’s not like you are the one who wears the pants in your relationship and…”

Once again, Krista’s tiny fist hit the taller girl in the shoulder.

“Ymir!”, she hissed.

“Okay! Okay. Sorry, that was not appropriate. But my point still stands.”, Ymir cleared her throat, “Both me and Krista would be very grateful for any advice you might give us. And those dirty secrets.”

Krista sighed, rubbing her forehead.

“All right, I’ll see how Mikasa feels about it.”, not sure how to end this conversation without looking weird, Eren nodded at the pair, “Krista, Ymir... I guess I’ll see you at work.”

The blonde gave him a little wave, still blushing, while Ymir smirked at him, obviously looking forward to whatever he would share with her. Damn gossip. Heading towards the door, Eren couldn’t help but wonder into what kind of trouble he just got.

Damn it.

[missklou]

The one who sins {1} (M)

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Genre: Smut with little plot, there’s gon be a sequel you just wait for it! dom!Seokjin, sub!reader, supernatural!au. Angst, very, very angsty.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader X Seokjin (you are gonna understand the dynamics soon I swear)

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Graphic descriptions of sex, slut shaming, oral sex (fem receiving), dirty talk, power play, fingering, manhandle, rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex (use protection you fools), derogatory language during sex, implied sexism (this is supposed to be a 19th century sequel, I swear) basically I’m TRASH.

THERE ARE PROBABLY TONS OF SPELLING ERRORS AND MISUSED WORDS THAT I’LL CORRECT LATER, I WAS JUST EXCITED TO POST.

His favorite song played softly from the end of the hallway, filling the wintry apartment with desolated violin cries that harmonized with the raindrops hitting the windows. The walls were illuminated by bolts of lightning every few seconds, creating warped shadows on the tapestry, followed shortly by roaring thunders that made your heart tremble.

-Will, I’m home! -Your voice echoes into the dark mansion, it sounds weary but also filled with fraternal love.

You don't expect any replies from the man, cleaning your muddy boots on the doormat and hanging your hat and gloves on the coatrack by the door.

The usually quiet house is disturbed by the howling winter draft, bringing the unmerciful rain inside through an open window. You rest your bags on the floor to urgently close and lock it before the wood floors get any more damaged, cursing under your breath as the cold drops met your already shivering skin in the process.

-Dammit, Willian… -Mumbling to yourself, you collect the discarded bags, place them on the dining table before going up the elegant stairs and moving to one of the many hallways that lead to the main bedrooms, following the music as irritation buddles in your chest.

It was infuriating and it had been going for long enough. You work all day in secret, while still going around to take care of all his needs, running all day long to make sure the two of you could maintain a comfortable living while he didn’t even remember to close the windows so you had a warm home to go back to every night?

It was a habit of his, to recollect to his room before you came back, to lock himself away with his creativity and working hands and allow the house to be engulfed in the darkness of the night the exact way you left it every morning: open and inviting to the afternoon breeze that had long disappeared.

The sun will be raising in little more than an hour so he must be already in bed, but with your frustration pumping blood into your ears, you soon find yourself standing in front of his room, running your hands through your wet locks before knocking firmly.

The door is pushed open, orange light unexpectedly inundates the hallway... Wasn't he sleeping?

-William how many times must I tell you not to leave the windows… -You hurry inside, taking careful steps to the end of his bed, trying your best to avoid the paintings drying on the floor, raising your eyes moments later to find him.

Pinned, quite literally, to the wall. A wood stick projects from the base of his throat, exposing flesh, arteries, veins, and the snow-white bones underneath the terrorizing mess.

Black blood still leaks lazily from the wound, dripping like dark wine from his clothes to the growing puddle on the floor, silently staining the wood with the torturing marks of death itself.

His teacup with bright red blood still rested, untouched and delicately balanced on the armchair, his honey blonde hair still shone like gold dust in the dim lights of the room, his nails still had yellow ink underneath them from painting sunflowers and sunsets on his canvas.

But his skin was as pale as the lights that ripped the skies, and his eyes were lifeless marble balls on his once beautiful, beautiful face, slowly choking you in your fear as they stared blankly past you to the blowing curtains as if the angel of death was carried in and out with the furious wind

➺

-I still don’t understand why are you so committed to meet this man.

You glance at the mirror, offering darkened eyes to the shirtless man laid -no, spread- in your bed with a muscled arm over his head. He looks displeased and slightly red, with a fixated gaze to your back.

The room is familiar and comfortable in its silence, the heavy curtains give you the impression it is still dark outside while the clock signals it’s late morning already, the dying crackle of the fireplace makes you unaware of the falling snowflakes on the dirty streets outside.

With a soft chuckle, you go back to tying the strings of your corset, watching yourself in the old mirror as the vanilla-scented candles work to dilute the pungent odor of the room.

-And I don't understand why do you look so bothered by it, -The tightness around your body compresses your voice, you sound a little out of breath- I already told you what I want from him… 

The reply is calm but the man isn’t soothed by it, jumping on his feet and approaching with his broad shoulders glowing with the sweat from moments ago, his skin looks and probably still is warm.

-Someone has an attitude today. -One of his hands goes over your shoulder to rest on the mirror, pressing your bodies together. His breath caresses the bare skin of your neck, making the hair in the back of your neck stand up, he grins maliciously -Perhaps I should lock the doors, forbid you from leaving the house. -He leans in closer, the other hand going around your waist to keep you in place ass his lips find the sensitive spot between your ear and your neck.-The bedroom... -His kisses trail along the base of your neck to your shoulders as he speaks, the hand in your waist pulls tighter, pressing your hips together. - My arms...

The growing bulge in your back tells you the man isn’t done for the day and he won’t let you go until he’s satisfied, so you turn your head, eyes meeting with his deliciously wicked ones.

-This deal is primordial and if I fail on convincing him, everything I have worked for…

-So… -He interrupts, the hand that was once in your waist travels daringly down to your ass, groping the flesh harshly, the smile stretches on his face once he notices how you arch your chest and sink your nails on his shoulder, a positive response to his inappropriate actions. - You should be relaxed for your meeting, as much as I don’t like the idea of it… And you know I could be helpful with that.

The man was, in the most literal sense, the greatest mistake a common woman could afford. Cheap alcohol connoisseur, a frequent contestant at bar fights, soft-spoken, deadbeat, played a part in multiple ruined marriages…

But you weren’t any common young lady he had laid with, not that he was aware of it.

As he lifts your long skirt for the second time this morning, he believes to have you at the palm of his hand, he believes that his shallow promises are the cause of your aching desire, he believes his presence is what causes your skin to shiver but that isn't it.

It's the empowerment, is knowing that the elegant man -that looks so wealthy, that smells so luxurious, that dresses in such expensive fabrics- only stands on this spot because you had placed him there, because you allow it. 

Seokjin, your lewd servant, gets on his knees to undress you from the skirt and untighten your corset, his eyes staring up at you as if you held the world in your hands, shining with adoration but also making it crystal clear that the man was up to no good.

His lips meet the warm skin of your inner thighs, your right-hand dives automatically to grab his dark hair the minute he places a chaste -or not so much- kiss on your sex through your underwear.

A soft moan escapes your lips, it’s timid but enough to fill him with pride, leading to a much rougher approach. Seokjin licks a long stripe of your clothed cunt, drenching your panties in both his saliva and your arousal.

The desire makes you lightheaded, all blood rushed to your core and cheeks, leaving you blushed and gasping as you anticipate his next move. Your free hand trembles so you hide it in your messy hair, gripping the locks to make yourself steady, failing miserably when his tongue swirls slowly against your clit, earning a long, broken moan from the base of your throat, your knees buckle and your legs fail to support you.

He is ready to catch you, he always is. The mood shifts immediately, his tender touch turns into a fierce grip, nails digging into the soft skin of your hips and roughly pulling at your clothes so that in the bat of an eye you were completely exposed to him. Seokjin closes his eyes, savoring the sweetness and the smell as he eats your sex like a starved man, knowing he couldn’t possibly stop until you were squirming and becoming undone on his mouth. 

The man could sense that you were staring at him and a cocky grin takes over his expression as he teasingly looked up to meet your eyes as his thumb met your sensitive bud. 

The sensation is too much, the combination of circular movements stimulating your clit and his experienced tongue soon sends you into a shaking orgasm where you can only see white and can only feel pleasure running through you like waves. 

He backs away for a second and your eyebrows raise in confusion but fortunately, Seokjin wastes no time before standing up, catching you in his arms and turning you around so that your back pressed into him and you faced yourself in the mirror. A loud slap fills the room and you whimper at the burning sensation on your ass, Seokjin leans in, his whole body connecting to yours as two of his long fingers enter you unceremonially in one motion and you grip the edges of the mirror to hold yourself up and roll your eyes at the sudden mixture of pain, pleasure, and overstimulation. 

-Look at yourself, open your eyes and look at yourself whore. -His other hand leaves your hips to grab your face, fingers roughly holding your cheeks and jaw and forcing you to stare at your disheveled self, your shallow breath fogging the mirror's surface. Your servant stands behind you, his lips pressing to your ear to grunt more commands as his fingers fuck you mercilessly.

-Look how beautiful you look, completely desperate for cock the way I like it. -He shakes your face as if to make his point before letting go, his fingers pull out of you at the same time. Still, slightly light-headed from your first orgasm and holding yourself up by holding onto the mirror, you raise your head to watch as he pulls his pants down, the only piece of clothing he had on this morning and stroked his cock lazily, taking his time in admiring your exposed body as you offered yourself for him, bothered and impatient at the lack of contact.

 You groan and buck your hips back to try and get his attention but the man only slaps you harder than before, laughing as you whimper from the pain. He guides himself to your entrance and sensually rolls his hips forward, entering you in a delicious pace.

He uses the moment to watch your little sinful show on the mirror, admiring your hanging tits and shaky legs, the red skin where he slapped you, the way your bodies connected with each deep thrust and how you meowed his name and your knuckles turned white from the effort of holding onto the mirror. 

A knot forms in his stomach and he knows that you are also close by the way you tighten around him, with that, he picks up the pace of his hips and grabs the hair at the back of your hair, slowly getting rougher. 

-You love this, don't you? Getting ruined by cock, getting your little cunt fucked properly in the morning like a good bitch. -You moan in agreement, bucking your hips back. -Say it out loud whore, I want to hear from you!

-Yes! -He pulls your head back and you groan at the pain and the pleasure that comes with it. -Yes, I love it! I love to get ruined like a slut. -He presses open-mouthed kisses to your neck and shoulders, occasionally bitting the skin and watching it turn bright red, admiring his marks on you like they were the signature of an artist. 

His thrusts get sloppier and he reaches around your hips to press his fingers to your clit. The overstimulation brings spots to your eyes and he lets out a deep, guttural moan in your ear as you clench around him. 

-Seokjin! I'm going to cum -You warn him weakly, his fingers work faster on your sex. 

-Cum for me again dear, let it out. -His command is all it takes for you to adjust the angle so that his cock hits all the right spots inside you and his fingers press deliciously against your clit and, before you know it, you are shaking through your second orgasm this morning.

Seokjin moans loudly at the sensation of your convulsing walls and he's soon using your orgasm to reach his own, thrusts getting fast and sloppy until he stops altogether, shooting his cum deep into you as your walls milk him for what he's worth. 

It takes you long minutes to recover from Seokjin’s morning routine but he helped to clean and dress you before going back to his services as your coachman.

➺

The doorbell rings again, this time its persistence leaves the man no choice but to stand, place the bookmarker in the middle of his unfinished chapter, close the open buttons of his shirt and make his way to the door with firm steps.

 He doesn’t ever get visitors so he stops by the closed door and focuses on listening to the other side for a second. The visitor is anxiously breathing and moving its feet but it’s the calm heartbeat that sends red lights into his mind. With another knock from the impatient visitor, he opens the door as much as the chain allowed and angled one eye to exam the outside.

 He doesn’t think he has ever seen a woman like you before. As many ladies he met through his life, you look dainty and amiable with your cheeks burning with the cold wind and plump red lips that supports the sweetest of smiles, but there’s something else in your eyes he can’t quite pinpoint just yet.

 Your dark wine dress, peppered with black details, graced the snow gently with your movements and hugged tightly at your chest, immediately making him conscious of the life filling your lungs and your heart pumping within your ribcage.

 Others saw you as you appeared: A delicate flower, a perfect example of a woman.

But he could see and feel a lot more, and you were perfectly aware of that. 

 The man is used to understanding people within seconds of meeting them, he’s used to analyzing their bodies, their language, finding their fears and desires and that’s what he is trying to find within the woman standing on his doorsteps but there's a tingling sensation to you, it doesn't feel right.

 People usually avoid his eyes, especially if he wants them to, but you seemed experienced in that tactic since you had no trouble supporting his gaze, not even flinching away once. 

Jungkook realizes he can only see what you allow him to, and he finds himself eager to break this invisible barrier without even exchanging a word to you.  

Heat spreads through his body as he thinks of the hideous things he could do to find out what you feared and hoped in this world. The thought of being the one to strip you off this disguise makes something throb in his chest and that feeling is so atypical that it forces him out of his trance.

It’s soon before you speak that his eyes lock with yours again.

-Mister Jeon? My name is… -You can only see half of his face through the crack of the door. All though you read his description, he still felt strange and unique to the eye.

The way his dark eyes trailed of to the carriage still waiting for you with a million unsaid words on it proved that no description could match up to him. You were ready for this moment, but no one ever said it was going to be easy, his presence was too strong.

-Not interested -He quickly interrupts, intending to close the door on your face and stopping only when it hits your boot with a dry bang. -What do you think you are doing? -He raises his brows, indignantly scoffing.

-I am terribly sorry mister Jeon but I am in desperate need of your help. -He is dumbfounded by the determination in your eyes as you manage to fit your whole leg on the little space available, defying him intentionally, something more than unusual -My name is Y/L/N.

He stares at you for a long second, waiting for you to give up and walk away, signing heavily and motioning to open the door when you don’t.

You step back, turns and dismiss the carriage with a smile and a soft nod as Jungkook closes the door to open the chain and allow you to enter his house.

His voice is muffled by the lockers and the carriage recommencing its movement, horseshoes punishing the snowy street.

-You sure are a stubborn one miss Y/L/N. -He opens the door fully, offering a snarky grin and exposing his form. 

Rolled-up sleeves adorned his muscular arms, his royal blue vest on top of his white dress shirt enhanced his pale skin and glowing round eyes, his pure black hair was too long and falling in his face, he runs a firm hand through it, exposing his forehead and sharp brows.

-Aren’t you aware of the dangers women are exposed to in a man’s house miss Y/L/N? -His voice is ironical but you knew he meant what he said and it sent shivers down your spine, although your appearance never feltered.

Your face stiffens and you take a step inside, forcing him to take one back in order not to collide into you, he crossed his veiny arms and raised an eyebrow, as a warning not to test him further.

-Women are exposed to dangers in all places shared with men mister Jeon, moreover… You are most definitely not a man, now are you?

You can see his jaw tightening, and his almond eyes turn sharp with your statement lingering in the air.

-What do you want miss Y/L/N? -His mocking tone is gone, replaced with severe words and tense posture, now you were talking business.

-As for right now? -You let out a sigh, shaking your shoulders out of your heavy overall and taking off your hat, signaling that your visit wasn’t going to be so brief. -A cup of tea would do great.

[angelic-holland]

Seeing the Thing 5

Warnings: descriptions of panic attacks, wee bit of fluff

Word Count: 4.3k 

Summary: Tom and you make a deal and Harrison interrupts something.

“What the fuck was that?” You ask, pulling away from him.

“That’s not the line,” he jokes.

“I told you we’re marking the kisses, didn’t you remember?”

“Oh,” he shrugs.

“Oh?”

“Well how am I supposed to improve the kisses then? Isn’t this about improving my character?”

“By telling me and working with your scene partner?”

“I don’t really like her lips, they’re chapped all the time and she always smells like bananas.”

“Why’s that- Tom you’re acting, pretend you can’t smell her and that her lips aren’t chapped.”

“Your lips aren’t chapped.”

“I’m glad, so let’s mark the-,”

“And they taste like strawberries.”

“It’s chapstick-,”

“What if, what if you help me improve the kisses? So I don’t look like an idiot in front of Nikk?”

“Why’re you worried about looking like an idiot in front of Nikk?”

“Not Nikk, I guess, but Harrison always gets this look on his face, when we do the kissing part, like it’s bad, and I ask him for advice, how to make it more believable but he says it’s not his place and he honestly doesn’t know.”

“So what I think the problem is, you’re not comfortable with the type of kissing you need to do.”

“And what’s that?”

“Mouth closed, innocent, ‘I’ve loved you for so long and this is how I’m telling you’ kisses.”

He frowns, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed. He’s always crossing his arms. 

“Hey, don’t get me wrong, French kisses are great, but you needa learn how to look good and not creepy when you kiss like that on stage.”

“So you’re going to teach me? How to not be creepy?”

You’re quiet.

“It’s only a stage kiss.”

Silence.

“Please?”

And maybe it’s because you haven’t kissed anyone since Ben in August. Or maybe it’s because you were going to pull your hair out if he kissed Nikk like he was an overzealous 14 year old one more time. Or maybe because he said please and genuinely wanted your help. Or maybe because he looked really good shirtless earlier. Your mind was running through all these options, searching for a reason, Tom was watching you with bated breath. 

“Y/N?”

“You haveta listen to me though, to my directions.”

“Course.”

“Okay, so you can’t be so relaxed in your stance,” you say, putting your script under your arm so you can help position him. 

“So feet together, Dave is awkward, and this kiss needs to show that. So good, relax your shoulders,” you say, watching as he rolls them back a few times. They’re still tense.

“Is it okay if I touch you?”

He nods, and you ignore as he wets his lips. 

Your hands settle on his shoulders, gently pushing them down, “slouch a little, Dave isn’t confident right now, he’s scared that Rhonda will push him away.”

“Okay,” He says, shoulders staying relaxed under your touch. 

You let your hands position his face, ignoring how his cheeks turned red as you held his head in your hands, turning it slightly.

“Let you arms sort of hang at your sides, don’t clench them into fists like you always do, it looks angry.”

“Okay,” he breathes out, and you step back, eyes searching his.

“And Rhonda won’t be expecting it, she’ll be facing you, like this,” you say, moving into Rhonda’s stance, facing Tom.

“So you need to move your lips to Rhonda’s,” you say, separating yourself from the character. He wasn’t kissing you. He was kissing Rhonda. He moves way to fast and you stop him before he meets your lips, Rhonda’s lips. 

“What?”

“Sorry, too fast, so it should be sort of hesitant, show that hesitation through your facial expressions, okay? Maybe your eyes are wide open to start and they slowly shut as your head sort of jerks forward, it shouldn’t be smooth, Dave isn’t smooth.”

“Alright,” Tom sighs and starts over. He actually listens, his eyes wide as he looks at you, at Rhonda, questioningly, before slipping shut and pressing a quick kiss on Rhonda’s lips. 

You pull away, in character, “What was that? Why’d you do that?”

Tom follows in character, stepping back, eyes wide again, hands out in an “I’m sorry” and continues with his lines.

Good, this could work. You could work with this. 

“Should we try it again? Just to make sure it’s not a fluke?” He asks. 

You nod, sure, just in case. You want this scene to be perfect just as much as you know Harrison does.

He walks back to you and you reset to right before the kiss. 

You kiss again and you swear it’s a little longer than the first but you don’t mind. 

You continue with the scene, his characterization is fine now, still a little tense and rough around the edges but you can tell he’s trying so you let it be.

“I promise…”

“Okay, so the next kiss, this is a little different from the first one. Rhonda is looking at this painting, and it’s really up to Nikk whether she thinks Rhonda really doesn’t see what the painting is, or if she sees it but doesn’t want to think about the implication behind it. But anyways, Dave is going to guide the kiss, he’s not going to be as nervous as the first one. So like you do in rehearsal, she’s saying the line, and we’ll be standing side by side like this, good,” you watch as his hand reaches out to get your own, to Rhonda’s. 

You let his hand take your own, to take Rhonda’s. You try to calm the bubbling nerves in your chest, your mind attempting at separating yourself from Rhoda was a lot of work, but it was something you needed to do, the reminding yourself that you weren’t kissing Tom. Because you didn’t want to kiss him. Right? Right.

“Then you need to interrupt Rhonda, by using your other hand, turn while you do it, good, smoother,” you say as his feet swivel to turn towards you. 

“And then your other hand should cup her face,” you say, watching as his hand cups your face. 

“Won’t this block the audience? We should be the other way.”

“No, this is more intimate, Rhonda is going to reciprocate this time, so it should be partially blocked from the audience, it’s a sweet moment between the two of them. They’re in their own world.” 

“Okay,” Tom says, hand still cradling your face. You ignore the way his thumb gently rubs the skin of your cheek. 

You’re teaching him.

“And then lean in, still slow, this time it isn’t slow because you’re afraid of if she’ll reciprocate, her body language shows that you know she will,” you say, eyes gesturing to your stance, turned toward him, hands resting on his arms, “it’s slow because Dave is showing his affection for the woman he’s loved his entire life.”

“Okay,” He says, “should we do this?” He asks and you nod, he slips away from you and a part of you misses the feeling of his hand on your cheek.

“Is it apples?”

He shakes his head.

“Cherries?”

He shakes his head again, hand reaching out and intertwining his fingers with your own.

“Big, open faced strawberry rhubarb pie?” You say, watching as he turns. You turn as well, his hand moves to your cheek, yours move to hold his arms.

His damn thumb strokes your cheek again and it distracts you from watching his facial expressions. You blink a few times, and he’s just staring at you. This isn’t part of the script.

“Okay, stop, you need to kiss Rhonda a little quicker, you move slower but you can’t just stare at her.”

“You were staring at me!”

“I was waiting for you.”

“You were-, nevermind.”

“Let’s reset.”

And you do the same thing.

“Big, open-faced strawberry rhubarb pie?”

He smiles softly, leaning in and kissing you, kissing Rhonda. 

You let the kiss go on, his lips were soft as they pressed against yours and you swore you almost felt his tongue peek out of his mouth before your lips pulled away. 

“Oh Dave, I see it! It’s a… I see it, it’s,” you say in character, turning your head to the painting, his hand is still on your face and you have to break, this isn’t the blocking. His thumb shouldn’t still be rubbing your cheek, and you definitely shouldn’t be blushing.

“Tom?”

“Yes?”

“The blocking, you drop your hand now,” you say, sort of wishing he didn’t.

“Oh sorry. Should we take it back?”

You wouldn’t be a good director if you didn’t tell him to take it back so he could perfect the blocking.

“Sure,” you sigh and Tom moves back to stand beside you.

“Big, open faced, strawberry rhubarb pie?” You say, his hand holding yours, turned to you, hand moving to cup your face. 

He shakes his head with a small smile before kissing you, and you let it go on for a little too long before pulling away, saying Rhonda’s lines as his hand drops from your face and you both turn to face the imaginary painting. 

“You’re really good at this,” you say, gesturing to the painting. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Tom turns back to you, Dave turns back to Rhonda, hand still in yours, you didn’t realize his thumb was rubbing gentle circles on your own until now. 

He leans down and kisses you again, still soft. 

You pull away.

“So now Dave knows Rhonda feels the same way, she’s kissing him back, so you can add a little confidence now, not a lot, but take the lead, what you’ll do is bring your hand to her hip, like this,” you say, other hand guiding his to your hip. He rests it gently against it, over your shirt.

“And you bring her in for the kiss, it’s a little easier with Nikk since she’s closer to your height but, be more forward this time,” you say, staring into his eyes, seeing if he’s understanding what you’re saying. He nods and you reset. 

“You’re really good at this.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, as his hand moves to your hip, not being guided by your hand his grip is a little tighter, like he doesn’t want you to let go. You shake your head, like Dave doesn’t want to let Rhonda go. 

He leans in and you have to move to your tiptoes, just slightly as he kisses you. His lips are more insistent, curious as they press against your own and you so badly just want to open your mouth and let him in but you don’t. Because you’re just practicing the scene. And these were just stage kisses.

He pulls away, forehead resting against your own, “and you’re very good at this.”

“Good, this was good, so the next part is just Rhonda kissing Dave so we can skip over that and-,”

“Shouldn’t you see how I react to the kisses? In case you want anything to change?” 

“Oh, yeah, sure, of course,” you nod before slipping back into character. 

You let go of his hand in yours and your hands move to cup his own face, “i thought it’d be hard,” kiss, “but it’s not,” kiss, “at,” kiss, “all,” you’re watching his reactions the entire time. 

His face remains the same throughout, a little surprised.

“So what you actually wanna do, think about what Dave would feel, Rhonda is admitting she likes kissing him, she’s saying she thought being with him like this would be hard, but it’s,” you pause, looking for the right word to say. 

“Effortless?”

“Yes, Exactly,” you say, your hands are still cupping his face. Whoops. 

“Reset?” He asks, eyebrow raised and you nod. 

You hands stay on his face as you start the line over, “I thought it’d be hard,” kiss, “but it’s not,” kiss, “at,” kiss, “all.”

His face went through a series of emotions through each kiss, eyes open and sort of surprised, eyes slipped shut and face soft, conveying the emotions of someone realizing the person they’ve been pining for loves them back. You smile as you break apart, hands dropping to his shoulder to continue the scene. 

“And I feel like I wanna do it for a long time, but I also feel like I wanna do something else next but I don’t know what it is.”

“I do.”

“Okay, less creepy,” you say with a laugh.

“What? How was that creepy?”

“Try it as more of an open invite, Dave knows what comes next, and he’s excited to show Rhonda, but doesn’t want to pressure her. Try it as a question.”

“Okay, okay,” Tom says before slipping back into character again.

“I do?”

“Good, and then all the stripping, which you and Nikk will get plenty of practice doing that with costumes.”

“You just don’t want to show me your tattoo,” he teases.

“What’s your deal with me and the tattoo?”

“I just can’t picture you with a tattoo.”

“Do you really want to see my tattoo so badly?”

And Tom’s biting his lip, the lips you just kissed, red and wet from every take you did. 

“Yes,” He says, exhaling.

You sigh, contemplating your options. You could tell him to fuck off, you don’t owe him anything and he doesn’t need to see your tattoo. 

You could also just lift your top up enough for him to see the tattoo, drop it down again and move on with your life. You’ve changed in front of Harrison before, what’s different?

A lot of things are different. You kissed Tom. 

For a scene, you need to remind yourself. 

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked-,” he says and before you or him realize what you’re doing your hands are tugging at the edge of your blouse, pulling it up to right below your bra, turning to the side.

“See?” You say, eyes watching as he stares at your bare skin. 

“Where is it?”

“Damn it, bra must be hiding it,” you say, one arm moving to pull the side of it up a little to show the tattoo. You struggle for a second to reach, the position a little odd.

“I can,” Tom says, hand hesitant at your side.

You let your arm drop and nod, what the hell were you doing? 

His hand still pauses and you realize he’s waiting for verbal confirmation.

“Okay,” you sigh out and his hand moves to push your bra up, you thank god that you wore a cute lace outlined bra today. Then realize you shouldn’t care that he saw the bra you were wearing.

He’s silent, his eyes boring into your skin. You don’t know how long you stand like this, feeling exposed as his cool palm sets your skin on fire somehow.

“So?” You ask finally breaking the silence.

“Cute,” he finally breathes out.

It could’ve been five seconds, it could’ve been five minutes you stood there before you felt his fingers against your skin, slowly tracing the ocean wave. 

You’re about to say fuck it, his fingers feel too good against your skin and you want to feel them more when the familiar sound of the doorknob pulls you both out of your trance. 

Tom’s hand rips away from your body and you shove your shirt down, stepping away from him as the door opens.

“Hey, Tom, Y/N, when you didn’t answer my text I was afraid you’d have killed each other,” Harrison laughs as he walks into the dorm room.

“Hey, sorry, we were just really focused on the scene,” Tom says, eyeing you. 

“Yep, he did a really good job,” you nod. 

Harrison raises his eyebrows at you, “really? Mind running it one more time? Just so I can see if there’s any improvement?”

“If that’s okay with you Y/N, I don’t mind,” Tom smiles, picking up his script. 

You nod, “and like last time, we’ll mark the kisses?”

“Of course,” Tom says and you can hear the smirk in his voice. Harrison isn’t paying attention as he sits down on his bed.

You grab the script you had dropped earlier and move off your fake stage. 

You move through the scene, smiling as Tom picked up each note you gave him earlier. When it came time for the first kiss he did everything you had asked of him, pausing right before kissing you and giving you a high five. His face started to slip from Dave’s innocent, calm face to a slight downturned lip, eyebrows slightly furrowed as the scene progressed, full on frowning as you got to “strawberry rhubarb pie”. 

“And then Nikk and him will work on the end part during a rehearsal once they’re fully off book and have costumes.”

“That should be fun,” Tom sighs.

“What? You don’t want to wear nine layers of clothing and strip all of them off in front of an audience?”

“No,” he grumbles. 

“Okay, I guess my only note is try not to have that scowl on your face for half the scene Tom,” Harrison nods and Tom mumbles something neither of you catch under his breath. 

“Can I talk to you Tom?”

“Sure,” he shrugs and you give Harrison a look. 

I’m fine.

“I’ll go grab some dinner from the dining hall,” he says, raising an eyebrow at you before taking off.

“You did really great for the first bit of the scene, are you just nervous or something?”

“What?”

“Why’d you look so grumpy after our high fives?”

“I wasn’t grumpy!”

“You were! Harrison noticed it and so did I.”

“Well I, it’s just easier for me to practice if I’m kissing someone.”

“Well we can’t do that in front of Harrison.”

“Why? He’d be jealous?” Tom says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No, it’s a stage kiss, what’s there to be jealous of?”

“Just, dunno, can we practice again tomorrow? Before rehearsal? The whole scene?”

“Sure,” you sigh, nodding, figuring he wants to practice the kisses again. And to be honest, you’ve got no problem with that. 

Only stage kisses. Only practicing.

“We’ll meet in your dorm then? Since Harrison will be down here.”

Harrison. Your best friend, who’s other best friend you had just kissed, staged or not, you kissed him. It hit you like a ton of bricks, practically knocking the air out of your lungs. 

You shouldn’t have agreed to help Tom in the first place, at least not like this, you shouldn’t have kissed him at all. It wasn’t your place.

You start to feel yourself breathing harshly through your mouth, air isn’t getting to your lungs though.

“Y/N? What, what’s wrong? What’s happening?” Tom says and you can’t focus on him because all you can focus on is the fact that you had betrayed your best friend.

Your vision blurs as you feel Tom’s hands rest on your shoulders. You think your hands move to rest on his upper arms to steady yourself, but they’re shaking so hard you’re not sure they stayed there. 

“In through your mouth, out through your nose, breathe with me ready?” He says and you blink through the tears that sting your eyes. 

You look at him, expecting him to be smirking or his eyes to be filled with annoyance. 

You’re happily surprised when you see his big brown eyes staring back at yours with nothing but concern, his forehead crinkling, mouth open, taking big, exaggerated breathes, thumbs rubbing your shoulders over your shirt. 

You watch his chest rise as fall as he breathes and eventually you breathe with him. It feels silly, him breathing in time with you, but it helps keep you focused. Focused on the here and now. 

Get it together. 

You’re finally able to get actual air into your lungs, and god you loved those breaths. 

Fresh air after a panic attack was better than sneaking a piece of your favorite chocolate after Halloween as a kid, better than when your parents gave you a puppy for your 10th birthday, better than your first kiss, rushed at quick and awkward but amazing at your state fair on the Ferris wheel your junior year. 

Your breathing goes back relatively to normal and Tom’s does as well. Your hands slow to a stop, no longer shaking as you close your eyes, you’re here, you’re okay. 

“Y/N,” Tom’s voice brings you back.

“I’m sorry,” you sigh, dropping your hands. Eyes pinched shut, afraid to look at him. Afraid to stare into Tom’s eyes and see anything other than worry, to see pity.

“Why’re you sorry?”

“For being a bad director, for being a bad stage manager, I crossed a line when I did that and-,”

“I really like strawberries.”

Hmmm?

He noticed your head tilt in confusion, eyes opening wide to meet his. 

“Strawberries. My favorite fruit. What’s yours?”

“Kiwi. Why’re-,”

“You said your favorite band is ABBA? Mine’s Queen, what’s your favorite ABBA song?”

You shrug, shoulders moving under his hands. They were big and his fingers were long and bony but they felt so soft. 

Back to the conversation.

“Waterloo.”

“Okay, my favorite song is Body Language. What’s your favorite color?”

His thumbs had slipped under the collar of your shirt and are rubbing your bare skin, cool fingers against your burning skin. 

When did that happen? 

“Red.”

“Mine’s blue,” he’s smiling now, his eyes softer, not worried anymore.

“And for the record, I don’t think Harrison would’ve done that with me, so that makes you a great director, stage manager, whatever, in my opinion.”

You giggle before remembering, “It’s inappropriate.”

“Says who?”

“Says Harrison if he knew.”

“Does he need to know?”

“I can’t not tell him, just thinking about it made me, makes me,”

“Do you want to get more tattoos?”

Huh?

“You know, you’ve got your ocean wave, do you want more?”

“Maybe,” you shrug, mind distracted, the thought of having to tell Harrison long forgotten.

“I might want a tattoo someday. So your chapstick is strawberry flavored?”

“Yep,” you say, did you just lick your lips? Did his eyes just stare as you licked your lips? 

“Do you have other flavors of chapstick?”

“Nope, like to stick to strawberry, it’s my favorite.”

“I think it’s my favorite too.”

“Tom-,”

“Favorite Ben and Jerry’s flavor?”

“Phish food.”

“Fun, mine’s Americone Dream.”

“Okay but-,”

“Do you want to go get ice cream?” He asks.

Ignore how his fingers feel against your skin. 

“What-,”

“Do you want to get ice cream with me?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

Why’d you say yes? 

“Hey guys, food was shit, as usual,” Harrison says, door opening wide before Tom’s hands have a chance to detach from your shoulders. Bare shoulders.

“Y/N, Tom, oh,” Harrison says, blue eyes darting from Tom’s hands to his face.

“Was worrying about the scene, as usual, and had a panic attack, Tom helped me,” you nod and step back, Tom’s arms fall to his sides. 

It wasn’t necessarily a lie. You were worried about the scene. Not about the acting, it was better, Tom was doing better, it was doing the scene with him that worried you. You crossed a boundary, you are technically somewhat his boss, it was unprofessional, college theater or not.

“Oh, is everything okay?” He says, concern evident in his voice as he walks towards you through their dorm room, his own hand resting on your waist, turning you to face him.

He notices your red rimmed eyes, red splotchy cheeks, and he’s hugging you, holding you tight against him as your arms wrap around his neck.

Sigh.

Harrison’s arms feel safe around you, like home. There’s a small part of you, so small you could hardly process the thought it had. What would Tom’s arms be like if he hugged you?

“What’re you worried about? The scene looks great,” Harrison mumbles and you nod.

“Just my nerves, I guess,” you sigh against him, chin tucked on his shoulder. 

“Thanks Tom,” You smile as you pull away from Harrison, feeling a little better. 

“Wanna go for ice cream with us mate?” Tom asks.

“You were gonna go for ice cream?”

“Yeah, to celebrate all the hard work Tom did,” you say, and Harrison raises his eyebrow at you.

“I’m guessing Ben and Jerry’s?”

“Yeah,” you nod.

“Great, I’ll get changed outta these work clothes, meet you two downstairs in five?”

“Yeah, I’ll grab my purse and a jacket,” you say as you leave. 

You’re halfway up the stairs when you hear loud footsteps coming up the stairs behind you. 

Sort of in time to the roar of your heart. 

“Y/N, wait,” he says, and you pause, not turning around as Tom catches up to you.

You walk up the rest of the stairs and down the hall to your room, Tom following close behind.

You slip your key out of your pocket and unlock your door swinging it wide open.

“Was that okay?” He asks, slipping into your room after you. 

You busy yourself shuffling around, putting your backpack on your bed, pulling out your wallet, getting your jacket before you answer him. 

“Was what okay?”

“Telling you to breathe, holding your shoulders,” he says and you slip your jacket around your waist before looking at him, “it was just something I learned in a first aid class, for people going into shock, so I thought it might help. Even though you weren’t in shock I thought it might help, panic attacks right? I learned about those once in a psych class I was taking and-,”

“Tom?”

“Yeah?” 

“Haz is probably waiting for us.”

“Right,” He says, his face almost slipping into a scowl but he stops himself. 

“Right,” you nod towards your door and he steps outside as you follow.

You turn to lock your door, shivering as his hand rests by your head, against the door.

“Tom?” You ask, turning around. 

“Can I kiss you?”

Can he what?

His eyes are searching yours and you don’t know what your eyes look like, probably wide and bulging out of your head.

Compose yourself, get it together. 

His face is so close to yours, all you have to do is lean in the next few inches, and god damn it were you licking your lips again? 

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Reunion in the Slums

A CloTi fic by theClosetPoet7

Rating: MA, So, do you guys want a little smut? With some angst? Okay. This one takes place before my fic "The Honeybee Inn". This is kinda more lengthy than my other one-shots. A scene here was inspired by the amazing hugo-the-starving-artist , whose art really just blew my mind. The title of his work is "Privacy", a part of his Midgar series.

Summary: She stops the sob from coming out of her pink lips. She almost missed him. Almost passed him by. Almost left him there to nod his days away. 'Cloud, what happened to you?' [Prequel to the Original Game]

She nearly stumbles when she kicks the door open. Carefully, she drags his body into the pristine floors of Seventh Heaven, muddied boots leaving scuffled marks onto her recently mopped deck, dark splotches painting the wooden panel. She doesn't care though, and with bated breath, she adjusts her hold on him while carrying the enormous sword she swears belonged to a man she hasn't seen in a while.

She wonders if he knows about what happened to their hometown, wonders if he now saw Shinra as the enemy like she does and maybe that is why she found him at that train station, with clotted blood disguising his blond hair, rendering him unrecognizable.

She stops the sob from coming out of her pink lips. She almost missed him. Almost left him there to nod his days away.

What if she didn't come closer to further examine him? What if she just went about her own way; hurrying to Sector 7's Market because she had run out of eggs? Or worse, what if someone else found him? Decided to mess with the crazy boy slumped over by the steps? Midgar has no shortage of thugs; evil men and women alike, looking to take advantage of defenseless people.

Cloud.

How is he here? Seven years after she last saw him.

A flash of the shy yet determined boy who promised her he'd make it into SOLDIER passes through her thoughts, and she swallows her emotions, putting herself on high alert. The instinct to heal him overcoming any form of reminiscing. She leans the large sword on the wall before she turns the knob to her own room. Then, she lowers Cloud onto her bed, not caring about the fact that he's dirtying her sheets.

"Hgghn, Tifa."

He had come to his senses when he had seen her.

"Tifa?"

"Tifa!"

He said strange things; told her that it's been five years when she remembers not seeing him for seven. Then again, it's not like she can trust herself either. Waking up in Midgar all those years ago, being told that Nibelheim was no more, Tifa had felt lost and confused.

It had taken some time for those memories to come flooding in.

Sephiroth at Mt. Nibel.

Zack following in.

Her chest hurting...

Hurting a lot.

He's still out of it, unconscious after falling to his knees on their way back to the bar, catching her off guard as he held his head between his shaking hands, groaning and murmuring indistinguishable words until he nearly toppled over only for her to catch him.

'Cloud, what happened to you?'

The floor is dampened by the droplets of water falling from the tub of tap she's brought over to place on the table next to her bed. Cloud is still asleep, whimpers coming out of his mouth. He smelled of blood and dirt. Tifa scrunches her nose as she dips the cloth on the water mixed with her bath soap and carefully wipes the grime off his face. She cleans up the blood first, to make sure that it isn't his own; and, because the iron scent always made her think of her father's. A memory which served to only remind her that she had once been too late. Not this time though.

She found him.

Just in time.

There is some sense of relief when she concludes that the blood isn't Cloud's. And, as she examines his head for any scratches, she sees that he isn't at the very least, in any danger of losing his life.

She focuses her attention on his sleeveless shirt.

Tifa recognizes the uniform, it was one members of SOLDIER wore, she remembers how Zack Fair had donned it with pride, his charming smile marveling at their town's landscape as she showed them around. She shakes her head at the thought, the renewed hatred she had for Shinra pumping even more resentment into her whole person.

She hates them. Hates them with her entire being.

Tifa shakes her head again, to direct her focus instead on the man in front of her. She needs to see if he's injured underneath that shirt of his. She gulps, trying to ignore her girlish shyness from overpowering the sense to do what is necessary. Sure she's always held favor for Cloud Strife, ever since that promise, she couldn't stop thinking about him. Tifa holds her breath, hands shaking when she's about to tug his zipper down.

His hand suddenly stops her.

"Tifa..."

"Cloud."

"Where am I?"

His voice sounded different, deeper than the one she remembers. He pushes himself up, grimacing when the change in position leaves him dazed and nauseated.

"You're at my bar, Seventh Heaven."

"Seventh Heaven."

"At Midgar."

"Midgar."

He's absentmindedly repeating her words, as if he's chasing after reality while whatever is giving him headaches obscures his other senses. He looks like he's about to slip away again. So, she puts her hand over his, shifting his attention to her.

"You're safe."

There's a look in his eyes, a peculiar color she notes, because she could swear that he had deeper blue. On that night. Even so, she shakes the doubt off her mind. This is Cloud Strife here. She knows as much. He's alive and in front of her.

After all these years.

The barmaid grips the washcloth hard to stop herself from wrapping her arms around him, lest she ends up making things uncomfortable.

When she guides him to the bathroom though, and tells him to leave his shattered clothes on the floor, Tifa leans her back against the bathroom's door, the sound of the shower relaxing her senses at the realization that she's been reunited with a precious person from her past.

Not just any person.

Her first love.

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It takes some convincing before Barret accepts Cloud into the group. And with his past exploits as an ex-SOLDIER, Tifa couldn't blame their leader. They are after all fighting the very company that her friend used to work for. She puts her foot down and raises the fact that she's the one who owns Seventh Heaven. And accepted or not, Cloud is going to stay with them.

She supposes that her insistence has managed to convince the other man. With the way he curses under his breath though, Tifa can tell that he still isn't completely fine with Cloud being here. So with a huff, she takes off, leaving the other members stunned at her strong words, probably not used to seeing this side of her. Biggs has this look of disappointment in his eyes while Jessie and Wedge merely give her an awkward smile as she storms off to her room to check on her friend. Thankfully, Marlene is already asleep.

She doesn't know why she's letting her temper get the best of her. Maybe it is because she didn't like the way they painted Cloud in such a bad light, when they've never even met him. They don't know the boy whose dreams had stirred the beatings of her heart, don't know the timid smile he gave her when she arrived at that water tower, don't know the way he reminded her of better times, when all she cared about was for him to come home.

Except that...There's no home to come home to.

Not anymore.

He immediately straightens his back when she opens the door to her room, probably eavesdropping on her earlier conversation. Cloud is still shirtless, wearing a black pair of pants which she had asked Biggs to let him borrow. He looks like he's been caught red-handed, although he has that confident aura about him, one that she still can't place with the boy she once knew.

"Maybe it isn't such a good idea for me to stay, Tifa."

She shakes her head at this, casually tossing his clothes into the washtub with powdered detergent.

"I want you to."

He seemed a bit hesitant in her claim. Already, she remembers the way he'd watch her and her friends from afar, like he had been wanting to join in the fun. However, as quickly as that expression appears, Cloud replaces it with a smirk on his face, a bit uncharacteristic of him, yet provides her with some ease nonetheless.

"If you say so."

She answers him with a smile, and takes off her boots while she pulls her thigh highs along with them, already in her sports bra. Tifa notices the way he averts his eyes, veering off from her state of undress. She's used to wearing her current outfit when she's training, so really isn't conscious of the fact. The brunette sits on her bed, the squeak of the old springs filling the room as she prepares to do the laundry. Then, she walks towards the other side of her quarters. Cloud makes a move to stop her when she hunches over the small tub, indicating that he should be the one to wash his own clothes. However, she tells him to sit.

He needed to rest.

And while she's cleaning off the remaining blood on his cotton uniform, she couldn't help but realize how mundane it all seems. He's cross-legged a few feet away from her while she scrubs away, a look on his face that honestly intimidates her a little and awakens the butterflies in her belly at the same time, her slumbering feelings nudged awake at the sight of him.

She tries to fight the feeling of self-consciousness as he fixates his gaze on her, tries to stop herself from asking more about what happened since he left. There's time for that later. Besides, she's just grateful that he's here.

With her.

___________________________

He's improving day by day.

A week into having Cloud live with her, Tifa notices that he's already becoming restless. One day, he comes out to watch her spar with Biggs. There's an astonished look in his eyes, like he's surprised to see that she's as skilled as she is. At first, she finds this pride within herself to let him see that she didn't need to be saved anymore, like she had been when she was thirteen. At the same time, a part of her still wants him to come to her rescue, to take her away from all this death around her.

She knows though, that it's merely a fantasy, one she shouldn't hold on to. Especially because she isn't so sure about what he remembers.

Sometimes, he stares at her like he's trying to find something. And sometimes, he looks at her with suspicion, even though he thinks he isn't being obvious. She can see it alright. He has his doubts. The same way she has hers. Even so, it is a rare occasion, and one she doesn't dwell on.

Biggs almost lands a punch on her face only to abruptly stop himself before he can make contact. She is left stunned because this has never happened before. She's never been caught off guard. Well, it isn't everyday when your childhood crush makes an appearance and watches you train. The way Biggs looks at her held some understanding in them, and she knows that he has deduced correctly. She did tell him about it.

"How is it that someone like you is still single?"

"I dunno, maybe I'm still waiting on my hero to come save me."

She still feels a little guilty about rejecting him. And it wasn't like she didn't try. She had said yes to a date with him. Although the night didn't end well when she had to stop him from stealing her first kiss. She'd nearly given in, however, as she stared at his brown eyes, she couldn't help but want to drown in blue ones instead.

Biggs steps away and bows towards her, a signal that their spar is over. He doesn't say anything when he turns his back and proceeds to go inside while playfully crooning that she owes him a drink, leaving her and her childhood friend alone.

Cloud pushes himself off the wall and walks to her, that look of intrigue in his eyes.

"I don't remember you being a fighter, Teef."

He's taken to calling her that way, a sign that he's beginning to feel comfortable around her, even when they still held each other with cautious regard. A step forward if she must say.

"I couldn't just sit by and wait for my hero."

She isn't able to stop the words from spilling out of her mouth. In an instant, the friendly atmosphere shifts. Cloud stares at her and Tifa tries, tries hard to find any semblance of recognition there, if he remembers their promise.

But it looks like he doesn't.

The very fact dampens her mood and consumes her thoughts the rest of the night.

___________________________

The first time Barret finally allows Cloud to join in a mission, Tifa worries. Already, she's telling their leader that she definitely isn't staying behind. Despite that, Barret glances at her with a serious look in his eyes and strictly informs her that he wants her to stay with Marlene.

Tifa bites into her lower lip to stop herself from saying anything rash. Barret was right anyway, if there was someone who could watch over Marlene closely, it was her. The implication of the order has her nervous, because it meant that the mission this time is more dangerous than the past ones.

Why else would Barret want to make sure that someone can take care of Marlene?

Cloud just watches as they discuss the details, his sword strapped to his back while he crosses his arms in front of him and leans against the wall, the side furthest from the rest of the team. He nods his head as Jessie lays out the blueprints to the Mako Reactor they're attacking the day after, and he offers some information about the military grunts' usual formation and battle strategy. These contributions make Tifa eye Barret, silently challenging him to say that Cloud shouldn't be trusted.

Seriously, he's been staying with them for a month now. Occasionally, he'd take over Barret or Bigg's place, acting as a bouncer once in a while. He'd also make himself useful around the bar too. Would even assist Wedge as he fixed the lights, or run errands for Jessie to secure certain mechanical equipment for whatever she's building in that workshop of hers.

Tifa doesn't miss the way the red-head's whole demeanor would light up once he's in the room. A fact she actually finds cute considering that not too long ago, Jessie had been putting the moves on her.

Cloud had slowly wormed his way into the team. So, it frustrated her when Barret would give him that look of distrust.

Perhaps it is his papa bear instincts coming out? He had been treating her like a daughter, had been protective of her. Maybe he disapproves of the fact that Cloud has been sleeping in her room?

Still though, Cloud doesn't deserve this.

Later on that night, she takes Barret aside.

"You have to stop treating him with such animosity."

The gun wielder releases a grunt.

"You can't expect me to trust a member of Shinra."

"I don't. I expect you to trust Cloud."

"Tifa..."

"I know him. I know his heart. He isn't the kind of person you think he is. Cloud is a good man." The emotion in her eyes must have shown because the warrior she has come to trust with her life remains silent, quietly studying her.

"You can't let your feelings hinder your judgment, Tifa."

"I'm not. Please. Give him a chance."

Barret tries.

___________________________

"You really should stop trying to defend me."

The rest of AVALANCHE have already retreated to their quarters. And, since she wouldn't be going on the mission, Tifa opens the bar an extra hour to secure their upcoming expenses. Surely, they will be needing more funds for equipment after the next bombing. For some reason, Cloud lingers behind, even though she tells him to go rest. It's sweet actually, and she would be lying if she said that she wasn't happy that he was willing to stay up with her.

"And why is that?"

He's sporting the glass of scotch she's poured while she wipes the counter top and sprays some bleach over it.

"If they don't want me to join, then I can find work elsewhere. I may have overstayed my welcome."

Again with this. It hurts her whenever he talks about going away. As if she didn't matter to him as much as he mattered to her. Like their reunion didn't hold any meaning.

He had called her to that water tower years before right?

They were friends, right?

She chews on her lips while she breathes in deeply to calm her distress. Already, the prospect of him suddenly leaving had her heart torn to shreds.

"You're really leaving? You're really going to leave your childhood friend?"

She gulps, she had said too much this time, sounded like a jilted lover, feeling bitter that he's even thought about abandoning her.

Didn't she matter at all?

.

.

.

Tifa's eyes widen.

He suddenly has her pinned between the bar and his own hard body. She pauses, fingers still wrapped around the washcloth she's been using to dry the glasses, the skin on her nape heated with careful anticipation while she waits for him to say something. His arms are caging her in, gloved clad hands gripping the table.

"Cloud?"

"I..."

He's hesitating, that cocky aura replaced by one that reminded her too much of the boy she was neighbors with.

"I don't think I want to be just your friend."

The confession comes out in a huff, fanning her hair while he waits for her response and leans his head to the back of hers, making her feel numb, or perhaps she was feeling too much, the implication of what he had said awakening her desire not only to reciprocate his advances but to do something more. To give in to her girlish fantasies of that young man coming home to her, to ask her father's permission for her hand in marriage, and for them to seal their promise with a ring. Her own personal happily ever after.

Except that, life is just full of tragedies, so full of unfulfilled dreams.

He didn't come back.

Her father is dead.

And, she has too many scars for someone to want to marry her.

Still though, when she places the items she's been holding and turns her body to his, the barmaid doesn't stop herself from lifting a hand to brush his hair out of his face. So she could see that boy again.

See this man.

His eyes are not the ocean blue she had remembered, with greenish specks and a roguish glow to them, she traces her fingers down to his cheek, carefully examining that look in his orbs.

When he suddenly puts his hand over hers, turning it over so he could kiss the inside of her wrist, Tifa tries not to let her knees buckle.

Cloud is looking at her with intense heat, his tongue coming out to lick the skin where his lips had been, never breaking their eye contact. The brunette moistens her lips, and it is all the permission he needs before he takes hold of her chin and tilts it to him, pressing his mouth to hers in an action full of want and need.

She doesn't even think to stop him.

He brushes her lips with his; gently at first, then with an eagerness she couldn't help but return with equal fervor when she opens her mouth to his tongue's intrusion, gasping when his hands find purchase of her waist and pull her more tightly against him.

It starts to get to be too much and when they separate to take in the much needed oxygen, Cloud leans his forehead on hers, the smell of scotch teasing her senses as she closes her eyes to rest her hands on his shoulders, breathing deeply, to calm her pounding heart.

"You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that."

She giggles lightly.

"Me too, since the water tower."

The way his body stiffens is not one she could miss, the hold he has on her slackens and Tifa's heart aches when he pulls away and looks at her with confusion.

"What do you mean?"

The question shatters any form of hope she has for that dream of hers to come true. Does he really not remember? She'd always questioned his memories of that night five years ago, when their village had burned down to the ground. He had remembered things that he shouldn't have and now she sees proof that he's also forgotten things that he should.

The realization hurts her heart, crumples it like a discarded sheet of paper until what was once beating as fast as it could out of excitement, is only dead now.

Pulseless

and unmoving.

Maybe she should remind him of that promise, maybe she should question why he's placing himself in the last days of Nibelheim when she doesn't remember seeing him at all. She nearly opens her mouth to tell him, but suddenly recalls how he'd put his hands over his head and scream, scaring her to the point that she fears that she'll lose him altogether if he undergoes one of those attacks again.

So instead, she keeps her mouth shut, and shakes her head in defeat to say that she didn't mean anything by it.

.

.

.

She doesn't miss the way his eyes glowed as he watched her leave him after that.

___________________________

He comes and goes sometimes; disappearing for a few hours without telling her where he's going, rousing that feeling of worry before she shakes it off, and reminds herself that he will return.

He has to.

When he comes back with an air of triumph on his face, carrying a few more items for their mission and occasionally bringing back a tropical fruit he's haggled out of a wandering merchant, Tifa would let out a sigh of relief, lips tilted up as she watches the rest of AVALANCHE get excited over what he's brought, her heart skipping a beat when he glances at her and smirks.

Barret has even taken a liking to Cloud when one day he comes home with a flower in his hand and gives it to Marlene, quite a charming move which only led to the four-year old associating him with the prince in her bedtime story books. And her, the princess.

Except that she isn't a princess, and he isn't a prince.

On some days, he flirts with other ladies, that confident exterior of his showing through. And by flirting, she means that he rewards them with his smirks as well, perhaps to get more tips. Or, something else. It was obvious how much the number of female patrons have increased since Cloud arrived. Jessie jokes about this incidence while puffing her cheeks, a tint of jealousy over her features.

Tifa would offer her ear as the young mechanic goes on and on about how forward some women were, agreeing with the red-head though still trying to appear apathetic about it. They haven't defined what they were yet, except two adults messing around once in a while.

One night, she sees a dark haired beauty lean in and whisper seductively in Cloud's ear, the curve of her red lips forming into a suggestive smile while she runs a hand over his bicep, eyeing him with her womanly charm. The mercenary had stiffened and looked dazed for the remainder of the night while he held on to the napkin with the woman's number in it.

During times like this, Tifa feels a renewed feeling of discontent, a hint of bitterness in her person when she too flirts with her customers. It comes with the job description. Every time she realizes the fact that she's treading into dangerous emotions, the martial artist stops, berating herself of the fact that what she is doing is immature and so unlike her nature.

She would be lying though, if she denies the fact that she just loves it when Cloud clenches his fist when she lets another man's touch linger a second too long, and she loves it when his eyes would follow her throughout the night, lightly giggling when he would click his tongue as she gives her smiles to someone else.

When Jessie notices the tension, she drunkenly proposes that she would love to have a threesome with her and Cloud. The barmaid laughs it off but could not miss the way her friend had meant every word she said. Jessie had developed feelings for Cloud. It wasn't surprising, considering how handsome he really was, with his intense eyes and his Adonis form, stirring something within her, making her think about how absolutely delightful it would be to have her body pressed against his hard physique. For him to show her what it was like to be a man and a woman.

He would catch her staring, only to look away with that smug expression of his. And she notices when he awkwardly adjusts his gauntlets or runs a hand through his hair, seemingly aware of the fact that she's still keeping her eyes on him.

His lips would find hers during closing hours, a touch of longing in them, hands heating her up with the temptation to cross the lines of their friendship. And with her legs around him while he lifts her onto the bar's counter, and her fingers tangled in his smooth locks, Tifa wishes that he'd take the initiative to move things further.

Especially when she feels his desire for her.

___________________________

She's in love with him.

This much Tifa knows.

Of course, maybe she has always been in love with him. He was the reason why she could never find chemistry with anyone else, the reason why she never went out on a second date. Because, she couldn't help but compare all of them to Cloud Strife.

And she knows that he wants her. Maybe not in the way she wants him. Notwithstanding, the attention still flutters those butterflies again.

Tonight, she pours him his third drink while she works on her second glass; scarlet eyes boring into his blue ones, silently telling him what she has been thinking of ever since he first joined AVALANCHE.

Her face must have mirrored her desire because her childhood friend had suddenly leaned in to claim her pink lips.

Since the first time he's kissed her, Cloud has become more forward, more honest with his intent. And his intent was to fuck her. He tells her. With his hand on her thigh and his tongue in her mouth, Cloud pulls away to tell her that he wants to do more.

"Can I? Tifa?"

Maybe she should've said no. They are playing with fire, blurring the lines of their friendship, advancing past the threshold into something that can potentially destroy the bond they have rebuilt over the course of his stay. But she loves him. And she wants him as well.

Gaia, she wants him.

So, with alcohol flowing through their system, flushing out the nerves and only heating up their bodies, making them crave for human touch, making them crave for each other, Tifa leads him to their shared quarters.

When she closes the door to her room, Cloud's hands pull her back to him, mouth crashing to hers as he closes their distance. She accepts his aggressive approach, basks in his forwardness while wondering if he's had this experience before, if that is where his confidence stems from; taking the lead without hesitation. A stark contrast to how she is currently feeling.

The thought of him with another woman, perhaps that beauty the other night, stirs a feeling of envy in her that Tifa couldn't stop herself from deepening their kiss, her tongue pushing past his lips to tangle with his, feeling a sense of boldness she can't quite comprehend, except that she wants him to know that he's hers.

Tifa gasps when his hand suddenly touches her breast, moaning at the way he rotates it in a clockwise motion while he watches her with his eyes. It is a sight so raunchy, that it manages to make her wet with anticipation. The thought of what they are about to do, already making her moist with want. He pulls away to cross his arms and tug his shirt off, rewarding her with the sight of his sculpted form.

She's seen his body before, they had gotten into the habit of washing clothes together. But to see him again, his chest taut and his abdomen defined by the lines of his muscles, with the intent to have her beneath him, Tifa feels her mouth dry at the sight.

To keep her hands from running over his rugged form, she settles with snapping the ends of her suspenders off, carefully sliding the straps one by one. She doesn't miss the way Cloud's eyes glinted in the moonlight as she does this. And she could see it. The fact that his pants looked more strained against his crotch.

With this sense of rare daring in her, Tifa meets his eyes and maintains the contact while she takes off her boots and then her white shirt. He stands four feet away from her, like he's enjoying the sight of her stripping in front of him. The barmaid tries to swallow her shy instinct, womanly aches encouraging her to continue, especially when he's looking at her like that. She's about to take off her skirt when Cloud puts his hands over hers, effectively stopping her.

"Keep them on."

It takes all of her to not fall on her knees then, his touch, albeit rough yet hesitant at the same time, tease her incessantly, he starts by running his hands over her waist, one hand palming the flat of her stomach while he ascends to cup one breast, thumb brushing over a nipple which allows a spark of electricity to pass through her body and onto her core.

"Cloud."

He takes hold of the small of her back and pulls her close to his hips, taking one thigh and holding it against him.

"Wrap them around me."

He whispers into her ear. Tifa wastes no time in wrapping her legs around his hips, mind already lost to the desire to have a man inside her, to have him inside her for the first time in her life.

Cloud drops her onto her twin-sized bed, lips already finding their way back to her neck, biting lightly and then sucking; effectively marking her as his even though she always has been. His strong body encompasses hers as he places both his hands on either side of her head while he holds himself up and watches her. Tifa averts her eyes when he runs a hand over her breast again, only to huff in disappointment when he merely glances over them, following a path down her stomach...

Her breath hitches, because suddenly he's palming her through her panties, her skirt lifted off her while he spreads her to his attentions.

He plants another kiss on her clavicle while he follows the trail his hands left heated in their wake, pleasing her with his tongue here and there until he's before her core. It is then when he looks up at her, silently asking for permission.

In answer, Tifa spreads her legs wider and lifts her hips up when he hooks his fingers at the hem of her panties and pulls them down, kissing the inside of her thigh while he sheds the last barrier between him and her maidenhood.

She arches her back when his fingers brush over her damp center. The feeling foreign yet sensuously good. His eyes held that sense of wonder in them, and he watches her features while he continues to brush two of his digits over her moist heat.

"Does it feel good?"

She never would've pegged him for a talkative lover. That being said, it's not like she has anyone else to compare him with.

"Teef?"

He touches her deeper, thumb parting one fold while his fingers continue that back and forth motion, teasing her every now and then. When he touches that part of her she's always tended to on her own, spreading her wetness over that bundle of nerves, Tifa gasps. And he asks her again.

"Good?"

She could only nod in reply.

He leans over her, pressing open mouthed kisses against her neck while he continues to caress her with indecent intent. Maybe it is because she's beginning to feel herself crest into something she couldn't define, or maybe it is because she's just as overwhelmed by the fact that it's Cloud she's doing this with, Tifa couldn't help but moan wantonly at the ex-Soldier's ministrations, and she couldn't help but claw at his back while he flicks her clit gently at first, and then with purpose, letting her reach the point of no return. When she feels like she's about to come undone, he pulls away, that teasing spark still in his eyes.

"Cloud, wha-?"

He swallows her words with a kiss, indulging her in another round of their tongues sliding against each other, mixing their saliva, the taste of scotch still hot in his mouth while he unzips his pants and lowers it down. She cups him through his boxers, her cheeks warming at the feel of his hardened shaft, stiff with want, ready to drive deep within her virgin sheath, already wet with pre-cum at the tip.

Cloud hisses when she strokes him through his shorts, burying his head in the space between her neck and shoulder while he instinctively moves his hips to her hand, seducing her with his thrusts, giving her a preview of what is to come. He grabs her hand that had been touching him lewdly and pins it to the side of her head, eyeing her with such intensity that there was nothing else to do but lean up to meet his lips again, pulling his body to hers while she lets him settle himself between her legs.

"I can't wait anymore." He's humping into her moist heat, his underwear the only thing keeping them from coming together.

"Then don't. Cloud, I want you."

It feels like a confession, even though it isn't. They're just two adults, having consensual sex. Letting their bodies take control of anything else. Caution thrown out to the wind for one night of passion.

She helps him with his pants, along with his navy blue boxers, while he helps her take her sports bra off and discards her skirt along with it, so he could finally take a taut nipple into his mouth. The feel of his cock nestled between her thighs gives her a sense of unease at first. When he touches her with his fingers again though, Tifa wishes for him to just fuck her already.

So she can finally give herself to him.

And he could give himself to her.

"Have you done this before?"

The question had always lingered at the back of her mind since she's closed the door to her room.

"I don't know. Maybe?"

The admission nearly causes her to retreat in disappointment, then again, how could she fault him for that? Surely a virile man such as Cloud would have catered to his sexual appetites during his many travels? Of course, who wouldn't want him? Still, a part of her wants to know who it was. Who was lucky enough to have charmed Cloud Strife into her bed?

Her jealous thoughts are cut off when he shifts her attention to him, telling her with his eyes that it isn't what she thinks, and this isn't some meaningless fuck. That their past means something to him too.

"I don't remember with whom. I don't know why, somehow, I know my way around a woman's body."

The sentence sounded cocky at best but the way his eyes yet again held that wonder in them, Tifa questions if it bothered him as much as it bothered her. If he's trying to chase after that thing in his head that she can't quite see.

"Cloud, where are you?"

She helps him shake away the fog of his intrusive thoughts, hand coming up to catch his cheek as a form of comfort. The action makes his eyes clear, and there's a tint of tenderness there, a gentle look full of meaning when he says;

"In Seventh Heaven. In Midgar."

He leans down to kiss her once more, while he showers her with other pleasurable sensations as he grabs hold of his hardened member and guides it into her warmth. Taking a sharp intake of breath when the head of his cock makes contact with her moist sheath. He inserts an inch or two, but she gasps at the sharp pain that slashes through her when he stretches her in a way that she hasn't been stretched before.

She notices that he looks a bit perplexed at the fact that she had just given her virginity to him, yet doubt is quickly replaced with determination when he puts a finger in his mouth and lubricates it with his saliva, carefully flicking her clit as he eases into her.

Inch.

by.

delicious.

Inch.

"Cloud."

His name is the only thing she can gasp out, and when she has him buried deep within her, the feel of him blowing her mind, Tifa envelopes him in her arms and clenches her legs around him as she hesitantly tells him to start moving.

It is an uncomfortable feeling at first, granted that he seemed bigger than what she expected. He's as gentle as she's always dreamed of, slowly sliding out, only to push back in while he holds himself back. The way he clenches his jaw and the way he calms his breathing, shows her just how much he's preventing himself from being too rough with her. It makes her heart swell; the fact that he's treating her with such care.

When the pain has eased and what was sharp before only becomes aching, Tifa begins to adjust to his girth, and she begins to feel the pleasure he had already invoked within her just moments ago.

It is then when she tells him that he needn't hold back. She was a strong girl; and she wanted him to show her. Show her what it was like to fuck. Show her what he was like once he'd lose control.

The fact that she had used such a foul word stirs something in him, and the next thing Tifa knows, Cloud's thrusts become quicker and harder. He rolls his hips to hers roughly, pressing her onto the bed, the springs singing to their bodies' tune while the headboard bangs against the wall as he moves within her. Pumping wildly, while she remains soft and pliant, letting him rut against her, his hurried pants puffing against her ear, telling her that he is enjoying this as much as she is.

She moves with him, nails leaving crescent shaped dents on the expanse of his hard back, emitting a deep guttural growl from him as Cloud digs his knees into her floral sheets and rams into her, unhinged and unyielding, moving to his own release. A hand grabs her ass cheek, using it as leverage while he continues his harsh jackhammers until he suddenly comes inside, the feel of his warm cum heating her walls while he grunts her name and slumps against her.

She doesn't know if this is the way it's supposed to end, aching and feeling like she just missed something.

"I'm sorry." He murmurs against her breast.

"It's okay. I enjoyed it."

He shakes his head and lifts it up to stare at her.

"You didn't cum."

It's funny how intimate this conversation already is. A few minutes ago, she might have laughed at the prospect of them ending up in bed together tonight. But here they were, Cloud's ejaculate dripping from her core while he talks about how he wasn't able to give her an orgasm. Not that she knows how it feels like anyway.

It's enough though, feeling him inside her is enough, and she tells him so. He shakes his head again and slides down her body to pleasure her with his tongue.

And my oh my was it divine.

He knew just how to get her going, and Tifa, could only hold onto him while she feels herself taper on to that foreign edge, fingers threading through his chocobo hair while he sucks and licks intermittently, fingers curling deep within her until she feels herself burst, eyes rolling to the back of her head, sparks going off while he rubs her cunt as she arches her hips to his mouth, legs shaking and bucking up.

"Fuck."

She hasn't even come down from her high before he's parting her legs and settling himself between them to slide into her again, the head of his cock parting her folds as he drives in. He gives her a second to adjust to his intrusion before he resumes his passion-filled thrusts; hips pumping hard and with such precision unlike before, hitting something deep within her that only makes her pant with need at how good it felt.

It felt so good.

He forces her legs wider apart, fucking her without restraint. She comes again with his cock still buried deep, her walls sucking him in while she embraces him tight, nearly pausing his movement because it feels like it's too much. However, he's still pounding into her, still thrusting harshly.

"Cloud, I can't... It's too..."

"You can."

She feels like she might shatter if he doesn't stop. Everything inside her has become too sensitive, and with Cloud hitting a spot that's more sensitized than any other place on her body, Tifa raises her hips to his, meeting his thrusts in wanton abandon, as he leans in and flattens his body against hers, connecting them intimately while he continues his strong pumps.

"Cloud... I can't..." She tries to tell him again.

"Open your eyes."

She hasn't even realized that she had slid them shut, mind too lost in all these sensations. She opens her carmine eyes, and the sight before her becomes her undoing. Because there was Cloud Strife, keeping his eyes locked with hers, an expression of intense desire on his face as he continues his rough thrusts, lacing their fingers together. He meets her lips again, hips increasing his pace. Tifa whimpers at the feeling, returning his passionate kisses until he pulls away to murmur in her ear.

"You can, Tifa."

Her eyes are brimmed with tears when he takes her to the edge of oblivion, fucking her to such heightened pleasure that all she can do is hold on until he pulses and swells inside her and cums with a deep and hard drive, spilling his essence again, hips assuming a broken rhythm as he prolongs the pleasure;

A sheen of sweat covering his whole body,

Making it glisten in the moonlight as she gazes up at him.

Beautiful.

Simply beautiful.

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She thinks that she doesn't really mind if the Cloud before her no longer holds any resemblance to the boy she had once waited on. Even when she wishes that he gave her some hint that he was still there. But then again, even if he's different now, it wouldn't change things. Because here they were, seven years after she'd last seen him, and she still managed to fall in love with him all over again.

She's in love with him.

The current him.

All cocky and rude sometimes, yet gentle all the same, considerate, and protective.

Her hero.

And as she traces his cheek, and slides his blond tresses off his face to look at him closely, Tifa knows that he's still the same boy either way.

He's still Cloud.

The boy she grew up with, the shy teen who called her to the water tower, the young man waving goodbye, boyhood dreams lighting up his cerulean eyes.

She swears that she'll never leave his side. Not as long as he wants her beside him. She'll protect him. Watch over him. Make sure he's alright.

Every night.

Every day.

Maybe every lifetime.

She smiles when he opens his eyes, greenish hue filling her with doubt yet that flicker of familiarity in his deep orbs fluttering her heart.

.

.

.

He's still Cloud.

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Author's Note: Special shout out to Senigata and Denebola Leo, whose fics have had a heavy influence on mine lately. 

The idea of Jessie being bisexual is originally from Senigata's "Journey of a Barmaid", it's an awesome fic over all. So, I wanted to explore their first time, granted that I left out the details in the Honeybee Inn, though I've been shying away from putting in too much, but then again, I'm looking for some CloTi smut. By the way, for any background of the Biggs/Tifa thing, my fic "The Fighter" covers it. :D

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1.2 - CARMEN'S SUMMER

"It's summer and yet here you are..." A tall, dark and handsome man crossed his arms looking at Carmen while she danced to Rosalia's Aute Cuture song. She stopped and smirked at him, her dance teacher.

"I'm enjoying my summer! Went to the beach this morning." She walked to him and his eyes didn't left her body. "Already have a bikini mark and everything... Look..." She gently pulled the strap of her top down to show the difference in her skin tone and he lowers his head to kiss the skin that she shows him. His arm fast around her waist. She directed her lips to his, his other hand griping her hair and as soon as their lips meet her back is touching the wall. Outside Thomas waits while taping his fingers in his steering wheel, checking the hours. She told him she'll be out soon. He liked picking her up. Being her boyfriend. Having a girlfriend like her. "The fuck..." He mutters while texting her saying he's outside for a while now.

"Fuck!" her head dropped on her neck as she felt her teacher hitting the pit of her stomach. "Clench for me." Her hit hard every thrust, groaning deep when he felt her walls hug him tight. "Jesus Christ, I'm coming." Carmen couldn't wait for any hint of permission from him, the force of him sending her over blindingly fast as he took harder through her orgasm. Gasping when she felt him pull out.

Thomas got out of the car checking again the hours, he didn't care anymore, he was sick of waiting and if she tells him to be there at a certain time, she better leave the dance school at that time. He walks the stairs, his jaw already tight when he's surprise by her tiny figure steeping out of the door.

"Hi!" She grins at her boyfriend.

"The fuck Carmen! I am not your driver to wait hours for you!" He was upset but she couldn't care less.

"Hours? Don't be dramatic!" She walked to him as he shoved his hands inside his pockets not wanting to touch her. "Oh common baby. I was working on my flexibility." She put her arms around his neck smirking while his green eyes looked away. "Fine! Be mad."

She walked to the car and he was fast to catch her and grab her by the waist, kissing her neck. She closed her eyes and with a smile grabbed his shaved head. "Thomas... I need to take a bath. Take me home." She whispered and he obeyed after a long exhale through his nose. Both getting into the car.

She loved Thomas. Or the idea of him. She loved his family. His house. His school status. How popular they both were. How they would get marry in the future, have kids. How she wouldn't have to work because he already had a very generous job waiting for him at his father company. She just had to make sure that the girls in college knew that he already had an owner. But mostly, she loved how she could get away at absolutely everything. She smiled as the car passed by her dance teacher now exiting the dance school.  

"My dad didn't sleep at home again. I don't know what's the big deal. Just get a divorce already. Who are they trying to kid? Me? Them?" Carmen vented as her finger walked around the rim of the champagne glass.

She and Thomas had been dating for a year now and he took her to one of the best restaurants in town. She wore her red satin dress and painted her lips red, she knew what he liked and had no problem giving it to him. She rested her chin on her palm and noticed that he was still looking at his lap. Still texting. "What's going on? Still preparing a surprise for me?" She bit her lip with a smile and he finally put the phone down. Drinking a big sip of champagne. "More surprises? I already brought you to a restaurant." He laughed and she frowned. "Jesus. Thanks!" She rolled her eyes and leaned her back on the chair. His phone vibrating again and he picking it up without hesitation. "Are you fucking serious, Thomas?" "It's Noah. Just give me a fucking second. What's up with the attitude tonight?" He asked not caring at all and just focusing on his phone. "You're worthless." She exhaled and left the table to go to the bathroom. She hated their relationship, how he made her feel. She had put on her best dress and received no praise from him. The waiter was the only one who made her feel sexy that night, always looking at her. But her boyfriend was too much in his little world to notice what was going on.

She called Matilda to complain once again how much she hated her boyfriend and a breathless Matilda answered.

"What?"

"What are you doing?" Carmen asked confused by Matilda's lack of air.

"Sex! You?"

"With who?"

"What do you mean with who?" Matilda was offended and a Noah is heard in the back saying Matilda will call later.

"Well, tell Noah to stop texting my boyfriend then!" Carmen was annoyed. It was not their anniversary and it looked like they were having way more fun than them.

"Carmen. Noah is not on his phone." She giggled.

Carmen looked at her reflection in the mirror and quickly opened the bathroom door. Her eyes on her boyfriend, smiling as he looked at his phone. "Son of a..." She hanged up the call and went to the table so fast that he was taken by surprise. "Let's go." She says picking her purse. "I'm waiting for the desert." He stuffed his phone in his pocket, confused by her attitude. "What happened in there?" He looked at the bathroom door. "You'll eat desert at the hotel. Let's go." "What hotel?" She controlled her emotions, not wanting to make a scene in the middle of the restaurant. The people at table next to them were already too amused by the dialogue they could hear. "You're not taking me to a hotel? This is it? This is my fucking one year anniversary gift? A meal at a fucking restaurant??" She tried to keep her voice down but was falling miserably. "That's it. Outside now." He was angry. There's nothing he hated more than to feel embarrassed and being the joke in the room. It was not the first time that her emotions were shaming him and making him feel that way. She did it too often for his taste. His mother warned him several times that he must want a rational woman beside him, not an emotional Hispanic mess like Carmen. She could see in his expression as he paid for dinner that he was going to yell at her as soon as they were outside. His jaw clutching and his eyebrows in a frown. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? I CAN'T TAKE YOU ANYWHERE CAN I?" He yelled outside and she was pretty sure people could ear inside. "You're making a bigger scene than me." "I'm not fucking kidding Carmen! I swear to God!" He grabbed her arm and she didn't react, already used to this type of outbursts. He let go of her while she stared into his eyes. His subconscious warning him not to do anything stupid. "I deserve so much better than you. You’re a mess." He spits out his words without any mercy, knowing that if he couldn't hurt her physically he could hurt her emotionally. Her eyes already on the verge of tears. "So do it! FUCKING DO IT THOMAS!" "Get in the car." He says now way more calm, knowing that he succeed, she was way more upset than him. "I hate you. I hate you so fucking much!" She cried. "Get in the fucking car, Carmen! I'll take you to the hotel that you wanted." She looked at him, her makeup wet from her tears as she tried not to laugh "You think this is because of a hotel? Because you won't take me to a hotel?" He shrugged and she was disgusted. "I spent all night trying to get your attention! I don't want a hotel, I want a boyfriend!" She protested and he looked away. He knew he hadn't been there, but he didn't think she was going to notice, too busy in her own world. But she noticed and there was only one thing left to do: not making her more angry. "You're right. I'm sorry. Noah was just having some problems with his family and I was trying to help him." He excused and she did her best at not laughing at him, knowing damn well he was lying and that she would see everything on that phone as soon as she could. "I should have been more present. It's our night. I promise to make it up to you at the hotel." He now walked to her and she raised her eyebrow looking at him. "Maybe motel? The restaurant was already pretty expensive." Thomas smiled and she tried not to, slapping him with her purse on his arm, walking to his car.

***

"Should I call Carmen?" Matilda asked worried. "Puff, no!" Noah answered without a doubt while putting his boxer briefs on. "Why do you hate her?" "I don't hate her. She's just annoying." He brushed off and Matilda didn't like his answer at all. "Annoying?" "Yeah. She's just a brat. She thinks the world revolves around her and her crappy problems. I don't know how you have the patience, nor Thomas. But Thomas gets to fuck her so..." "You're such a jerk!" Matilda didn't want to listen anymore, she agreed with him but couldn't. It's her best friend. "OH MY GOD!" Mary entered her room to find her twin sister naked under the covers and a very shirtless guy on the side of her sister's bed. She quickly covered him from her eyesight with her hand. "How the fuck you think this is okay?!?! This is my room too Matilda!" "I'm leaving." Noah said a little embarrassed. "Yeah, but it's my bed." Matilda defended hating how much of a prude her sister was. "I don't care! It's disgusting." "I'm leaving, I'm sorry I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable." Noah stated as they looked at each other and Mary tried not to look at him getting dressed. "See? He's leaving. Happy?" Matilda was pissed and Mary was not in a better mood. "Very!" ***

Thomas was inside the bathroom taking a bath after 30 minutes of Carmen faking orgasms and doing her best moves that she learned from porn to make him come as fast as possible. All she could think about was who he kept texting. Going to his jeans, she finally has his phone, having a hard time trying to figure out his password. Of course, he had a password. She tried everything she could think of and was in, doing a little victory dance. She looked trough every app that he could possible get a message from.  ”Julia?” "The fuck are you doing?" Thomas asked still naked and wet with a towel around his waist. She was so into what she was reading she didn't even hear the water turning off. "Seeing Noah's fucking family problems!" She threw the phone at him and he was quick to grab it and toss it into bed.

"What did you see?" He tried his best to stay calm, while she put on her dress. "Is it me, Thomas? IS IT ME? No, it can't be me!" She started rambling, too in shook to say something coherent. "What. Did. You. See?" He's heart was pounding, asking the question but not wanting to hear the answer. "WHAT DID YOU SEE?" He screamed and she finally looked at him in disbelieve.

"You want to know what I saw on your phone? Jesus, I don't know Thomas. Is there something you're hiding?" She wanted to kill him. "Like maybe the fact that I'm not the only one YOU’RE FUCKING IN THIS RELATIONSHIP!" She screamed at him and he instantly grabbed both of her arms and shoved her against the wall, her head hitting so hard her mouth opened but she couldn't make a sound. His breath thick over her. "Who the fuck you think you are?" He asked and she was too scared to answer. "WHO THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU ARE?" "I'm your girlfriend." She finally says it. Thinking about how much her arms being gripped by him were hurting. "I want you to forget what you saw or I swear, you'll never see the light of day again." He gripped even tighter. He's never been this angry before. "Are you threatening me?" She looked into his eyes and couldn't recognize him. That wasn't her boyfriend anymore. She didn't know who the fuck that man was.

"Get the fuck out." He finally let her go and she instantly checked if her head was bleeding. "GET OUT!" "You threatened to kill me, Thomas." She was scared, disappointed and searching for her boyfriend. She was waiting for him to start crying and apologizing for being so violent with her. She was waiting for a stupid explanation that she knew it was a lie but that could make both of them move on as boyfriend and girlfriend. "Fucking go." He walked towards the bathroom and closed the door. He loved her and hated himself. He hated that she wasn't enough, he hated that he wanted something else. He hated that she found out. That she could end how perfect to others they were. "Thomas, if you don't talk to me about this right now. You can forget me, okay? Not only you cheated on me, but...? And you don't even apologize instead you fucking scream at me like it's my fault! Like it's my fault for wanting to know what's in my boyfriends head! For caring!” She sobbed and quickly cleaned her tears, becoming must colder. “You told me tonight that you deserved better than me, well then go fucking get it because I may not know what the fuck just happened but I certainly know one thing. I deserve so much better than you! I, I really do." Carmen cried out while he heard everything inside the bathroom, clinging to the sink looking at himself in the mirror as a tear fell. Letting all his emotions go when he heard the door of the motel room being slammed shut.

***

"Common Chris!" I whined while walking down the street with my best friends. "It's just fucking weed. What's the big deal?" "Lily no." Timmy order and I rolled my eyes. "Then don't fucking smoke it in front of me!" "I'm not! It's Chris!" He laughed and I made sure to hit Chris in the head but he didn't care, too fucking high to care. "Who's that girl? Is she trying to get rape or something?" I asked staring at a girl walking down the street not to far from us. "That's a girl." Timmy acknowledged. Narrowing his eyes to see her better. "HEY!" I shouted. "DO YOU NEED HELP?" "Lily, leave her alone." Chris replied while blowing the smoke in the air. "I'm trying to help, jackass." The girl turned around and "Oh shit!", the girl in black sandal high heels and a short satin red dress is one of the girls that used to be one of my best friends. "Carmen?" "You know her?" Timmy asked and Carmen walked to us relieve to see a familiar face. "Lily! Oh my god. Thank God!" She cried and I couldn't be more confused. "Are you okay?" I asked while she just stared at Timmy and Chris trying to figure out if she knew them as well. Chris couldn't fucking care less. "Hi! I'm Carmen. Nice to met you two." She tried to be nice with tears running down her face. "Hi. Do you need to go to a hospital?" Timmy looked at her bruised arms and I was still too fucking confused. "No... No... I just... I don't know. I, I left my phone in the room and I can't go back there. I really can't. I just need someone to call me an Uber, I'll pay. I swear. I just need to go home. Please." She cried and Chris thought he was hallucinating. Timmy ran his fingers trough his curls and searched for his phone in his pocket. "Who hurt you?" He asked. "Carmen. It's fine, we'll call an Uber. Stop crying. You're safe. This are my friends. They go to school with us." I tried to comfort but she was a mess. "My mom is going to kill me, she can't see this bruises. I'm in so much trouble. Oh God!" "It's okay, type your address. It's okay." Timmy gave her his phone and Chris took of his jacket. "Here." He gave her his jacket while I stared with my eyebrows raised. "You'll give me back when school starts. That way your mom won't see the bruises when you arrive home." Chris explained and I was proud. Confused. But proud. "Thank you. Thank you so much." "Do you want to sit there while waiting for the Uber." Timmy questioned and she smiled up at him. "Yeah." Carmen cleaned her tears and watched us three sitting next to her. Carmen, me, Timmy and Chris all stared at the floor, none of us being able to break the ice. But you can always count on me to be awkward, especially when I'm fucking sober. "So... Does your boyfriend know that you're here?" I ask and immediately regret it. "No... No he does not." She swallows her pain and I look at her, thinking how I thought her life was so fucking perfect and how fucking mistaken I was. "You're not doing drugs are you?" She caught me of guard and I'm pretty sure she just wanted to change the subject. "No... No I am not." I smiled at her and she smiled at me. "They wont let me." I point at Timmy and Chris and she smiles at them. Timmy nodding while looking down and Chris not even paying attention to what we were talking about. "Good. Proud of you." We saw the lights of her Uber coming up the street and we all got up. "Is that the cops??" Chris asked uneasily while Timmy tells him to chill. Carmen opened the car door and made sure to let me know one thing "By the way, Julia is a fucking bitch." I laughed and she went home.