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sereia4skz · 7 hours ago

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I heard snakes have 2... Y'know... That thing... So i was kind of wondering... If freader and nagaleeknow did it... The intercourse... How would that happen? And like... Given lee know's personality... Would it be soft, hard or just right?

2k Followers Event | coil and skin

pairing: minho x fem!reader

synopsis: the hardest question to ask in the sanctuary, usually has pretty predictable consequences

warnings: naga!minho, sex, douple penes, double penetration, overstimulation, no protection, smut.

event masterlist: #2kShootingStars

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AN: you can go read about leeknow's anatomy here, if it catches your fancy. this took forever to write lololol.

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The sunlamps are on low, casting gold over the greenhouse floor. You’re barefoot, habit at this point, and clutching your clipboard like a shield.

"It's just part of the documentation," you insist, eyes flicking from your notes to the massive coil of iridescent scales beside the sunlamp. "We log seasonal shifts. Mating patterns. Rutting behavior. I just need to- well, for the record, I have to ask if-"

The words die in your throat.

Minho doesn't move, not at first. Just lifts his gaze slowly, lazily, as if you’ve disturbed something ancient and coiled in the heart of the earth. His human half is propped on his elbows, bare torso gleaming faintly gold under the sunlamp’s glow. His tail, meters of it, shifts once. A soft sound, scales over stone.

Do nagas have... seasons?” you ask, trying to keep your voice neutral, professional. “I mean, for mating. I need to know what to expect. If you’re hormonal, or territorial, or…”

He blinks at you, unblinking and silent. Just those sharp amber eyes, narrowed slightly. His long, sinuous body is coiled beneath the heat lamp, scales gleaming like dark jade and obsidian. He doesn’t answer.

“Minho?” you prompt again, shifting from one foot to the other.

"You ask very personal questions,” he murmurs at last, voice low and lined with heat. Not quite teasing. Not quite not. “Caretaker duties?”

Your mouth opens. Closes. "N-no? I mean-" You flail slightly, flustered. "Just, for the Sanctuary logs. Nothing personal."

His tongue flicks out, forked and fast, tasting the air. Tasting you, probably. Something unreadable flashes in his eyes.

“You ask because you’re concerned,” he continues, slow as syrup. “Or curious?”

Your stomach flutters. “Both?”

"You're shaking."

You are. Damn him. "I'm not."

He uncoils slowly, deliberately. The movement is graceful, sinuous. All tension and glide. He doesn’t walk to you so much as encircle. You don’t realize what’s happening until there’s a band of warm muscle loosely wrapped around your legs. You can feel the pressure in the air change, like you’ve stepped into a trap that was already set long before this conversation started.

"Minho?"

"Maybe I am," he says softly. "Maybe I have been for weeks. And maybe you’ve been strutting around in that little uniform, asking about my cycle, pretending you don’t feel it too."

You blink. "Feel what?"

Another slow wrap of his tail. Now your thighs are pinned together. His chest is right in front of you, close enough to touch, if you dared.

"The tension."

He doesn’t give you time to argue. Just leans in and tastes your cheek, your jaw, your neck. That tongue, split and slick, makes your knees buckle slightly. You’re caught, held firmly by his coils as he presses your back to a warm section of his tail.

“Do you want to see?” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded, dangerous. “What you’ve been asking about?”

You barely have time to nod, before your feet leave the ground, strong coils warmed around your middle. Your breath is shaking by the time you're lowered onto the soft moss mat beneath the heat lamp. He holds you like you're breakable, firm but reverent, until your thighs part for him willingly as he pushes up your skirt. His tongue flicks out once, moving your underwear to the side and the forked ends just barely graze your clit.

You gasp. He pauses, watching.

Then, does it again, slow and deliberate.

You expect cold. But he’s not. His mouth is hot, skilled, and so, so unhurried. You don’t know if it’s instinct or experience, but his tongue works in tandem, one tip curling over your clit while the other teases your entrance, licking and prodding until your thighs tremble.

He hums into you when you moan. His coils flex.

His tongue is so long, dexterous, agile, cool and then suddenly warm as he presses the full flat of it against you, licking through your folds like he’s memorizing your taste.

"Sensitive," he murmurs against your cunt, tongue flicking again. “Didn’t expect that.”

You squirm. “Minho please-”

He answers with action: pushing his tongue inside you. It curls in, teasing your walls, and the forked tips flutter. You can’t help it, you moan, clench, hips arching up into the slow, so deliberate rhythm of his mouth.

He hums satisfied and you come for the first time of the night, with your thighs trembling around his shoulders, your fingers buried in his dark hair, crying out his name.

He pulls back just enough for you to catch your breath, chest rising and falling with a quiet tremor. His amber eyes search yours, dark and unreadable, as if weighing your next move.

Then, with a deliberate, almost reverent motion, Minho’s body shifts beneath you. His long, scaled form ripples like liquid shadow as the subtle slit at the junction where his human waist melts into his serpentine coils parts slowly, exposing the soft, pale skin of his inner flesh.

“Oh,” you whisper.

He chuckles. “Still curious?”

You nod.

You hesitate, entranced, fingers trembling as they move closer to explore. The slit is warm, slick with a natural sheen, delicate folds parting like petals in slow bloom. You lean in, mesmerized by the way the scales around it gleam, framing the softness like a rare jewel.

Just beneath your fingertips, two shafts begin to emerge. Thick and swollen, their skin flushed a deep rose, pulsing gently as if alive with their own heartbeat. One slides out further, smooth and ridged with subtle, intricate textures that catch the light and shimmer faintly. The other lingers just beside it, gliding lightly against the first, quivering in perfect tandem.

You trace the length of the first hemipenis, marveling at the surprising warmth that radiates through your skin, your palm following the elegant curve, feeling the delicate ridges ripple under your touch. It’s heavier, more commanding, a tangible presence that both intimidates and fascinates.

Your fingers then brush the second shaft, softer but no less sensitive, pulsing steadily in rhythm with the first. It’s a companion, a twin, moving with a life of its own, teasing you with its gentle pressure. Your breath catches at the strange, intimate intimacy of it, so alien, so mesmerizing.

Minho’s eyes soften as he watches your wonder, his hand closing over yours, grounding you. “They’re both part of me,” he murmurs, voice low and thick with something like pride. “Careful… They're sensitive.”

You nod slowly, words failing you as your fingers continue to explore, learning the curves, the heat, the life humming beneath your touch. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever known, a duality of strength and vulnerability, power and softness.

His warm breath fans over your neck, the scent of earth and musk surrounding you as your connection deepens in the quiet, golden light. Time seems to slow, and all that exists is the subtle pulse beneath your hands, the soft, steady gaze in his eyes, and the growing heat blooming between you.

Your fingers linger on the second shaft, marveling at how it moves with such subtle autonomy. It’s as if it’s alive in its own right, quivering gently against the first with a slickness that makes your skin shiver. The duality of sensation, the firm, pulsing heat of one, and the teasing, persistent pressure of the other is dizzying.

Minho’s breath catches, low and deliberate, as he watches your touch, eyes heavy-lidded with something like approval, or maybe something deeper, harder to name. He coils around you slowly, each movement purposeful, protective, his scales warm against your bare arms.

With the gentlest coaxing, he guides the larger hemipenis to press against your entrance. Your body stiffens for a moment, a mix of nervousness and awe flooding your senses. The skin there is surprisingly soft and yielding, welcoming the slow, steady pressure. Every ridge, every curve slides against your sensitive flesh, warm and slick, eliciting a small, breathless gasp.

You meet his gaze, your eyes wide with wonder, and Minho’s sharp features soften into something almost tender.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, brushing a hand along your thigh. “Taking me so well.”

Then the second shaft moves, sliding deliberately to press against your clit. The sensation is immediate and overwhelming, firm, insistent, and maddeningly precise. It brushes and rubs with a rhythmic insistence that makes your breath hitch and your fingers tighten in his scales.

Not inside. Just gliding, firm and wet, against the bundle of nerves already throbbing from your orgasm. It’s overwhelming. You cry out as he thrusts into you again, the second rubbing with every motion.

“Minho- please it’s- too much,”

The combination, fullness inside, the teasing rub outside, pulls at your control, unraveling you thread by thread. Your hips shift instinctively, seeking more contact, more friction. Minho’s hands slide to your waist, his grip firm but careful, anchoring you to him.

“It’s perfect,” he purrs, hips rolling slow and deep. “You can take more. Let me.”

Each thrust is measured and deliberate, allowing you to adjust, to feel every inch as he fills you completely. The second hemipenis maintains its relentless pace against your clit, strokes perfectly timed with each movement inside you.

Your senses explode, heat pooling deep, slick pressure coaxing delicate waves of pleasure that ripple through your body. You cry out softly, overwhelmed by the exquisite torment of overstimulation, your back arching as he hisses low in response.

Minho’s voice is a rough whisper in your ear. “You’re perfect… so good for me.”

His coils tighten around you, holding you firmly in place as the dual sensations crescendo. Every nerve ending alight, every breath trembling, you surrender fully to the messy, filthy euphoria of it all.

"You’ll take both, eventually," he murmurs against your throat. "But you’re too tight now. Gotta open you up slowly."

You keen.

His thrusts are deep. Each push rocks you forward, the second hemipene slipping up your folds, catching just right. It’s overwhelming, soundless except for slick heat, your ragged breaths, and his quiet hisses of pleasure.

Your second orgasm comes embarrassingly fast. He doesn’t stop.

The overstimulation builds fast. Every drag of his cock inside you feels devastating, and the second just keeps pressing, stroking, spreading slick heat until your thighs are shaking again, until you're gasping his name, your voice breaking.

He’s quiet, but the way he breathes, tells you he’s just as wrecked. His coils tighten behind you, under you, around your waist, holding you up as your body gives out again.

Your body trembles in his coils, still humming from the waves of pleasure crashing through you. Minho’s movements slow, almost reverent, as if afraid to break the fragile thread holding you both suspended between bliss and need.

His breath fans over your neck, warm and steady, grounding you as his fingers trace lazy circles along your ribs, each touch a promise, a tether. You turn your head, eyes meeting his once more, the sharp intensity softened into something fierce and protective.

“You’re incredible,” he murmurs, voice thick with something unspoken. “Every part of you...”

His hands slide lower, brushing over your hips, then down your thighs, careful and sure. The second hemipenis presses just so, moving with a hypnotic rhythm against your most sensitive skin. You arch into him, letting go of the last shreds of hesitation.

Slowly, he shifts his angle, sliding the second hemipenis deeper, just inside the folds where you hadn’t dared imagine such pleasure could live. It’s exquisite, a fullness and friction combined, like nothing you’ve ever known, pulling soft gasps from your lips and tightening your grip on his scales.

Minho’s voice drops lower, a low rumble in the quiet room. “You’re perfect.”

Your hips move instinctively now, matching his steady, deep thrusts as the dual sensations coil tighter and tighter inside you. The second hemipenis rubs against your clit with relentless precision, each stroke sending ripples of pleasure that build like a storm beneath your skin.

Heat pools deep, raw and urgent, spreading outward in waves that catch you off guard. Your breath hitches, fingers digging into his scales as pressure blooms and breaks through.

A sudden, shuddering release crashes through you, warm and overwhelming, flooding your insides with trembling bliss. Your body spasms around him, slick and trembling as you squirt, the sensation wild and consuming, every nerve alight with fire.

Minho groans low, his movements faltering just for a moment before he steadies himself, tightening his grip on your waist. His hips roll harder, deeper, and with a guttural hiss, his own release follows, hot, deep, pulsing inside you, filling you utterly.

His coils tighten around you as you both ride the waves of release, breaths mingling, hearts pounding in unison. The world narrows down to the slick heat, the tremble of your body pressed to his, and the slow, soothing rhythm of your joined breathing.

He presses a soft kiss to your temple when it’s over. Gentle. Possessive.

“Now,” he murmurs softly, lips brushing against your ear, “go ahead and write that in your little log."

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keraawrites · 22 hours ago

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Between friends

Summary: Eren was the popular jock, Armin was the popular nerd, and you were the only thing that mattered to them. ۶ৎ Eren x Armin x black fem reader ۶ৎ

Context: Weed, Threesome, dom Eren, soft dom Armin, rough sex, oral (male and female), doggy, cowgirl, dirty talk, slut shaming, pet names (ma, baby, princess), overstimulating, squirting, probs more but I can't remember

Word count — 5.4k

Babble: I'm 50/50 on this one

You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you’d gone a full day without hearing Eren or Armin’s name fall out of some girl’s mouth.

And you definitely couldn’t remember a time when they weren’t in your life.

You met Armin first. You were six, he was shy and sweet, and always carrying around books too big for his backpack. Then the very next day, Eren barreled into both of your lives like a storm—loud, fast, a little reckless, but already talking about how the three of you were gonna be best friends forever like it was a promise he was born to keep.

And from then on, it was the three of you.

As different as the damn seasons, but you made it work. Armin was the calm. Eren was the chaos. You were… somewhere in the middle, orbiting around both of them, balancing out the push and pull like muscle memory.

It wasn’t a problem. Not back then.

Not until people started trying to make it one.

Because somewhere along the way, both of them had gotten hot. Not just cute, not just “glow-up in senior year” hot. No—undeniable. The type of hot that made girls change electives just to be in the same class. The type of hot that made people ask you, constantly, “Are you guys, like a thing?”

And honestly?

You still didn’t know how to answer that.

Eren was the typical kind of popular—captain of the basketball team, tall, broad, hair always falling into his eyes like he paid someone to make it messy on purpose. He was the type girls wanted to fix, which was hilarious because he didn’t want to be fixed. He liked the chaos. He liked the attention. He had a different girl on his arm every month, maybe every week, but it never meant anything.

He never brought them around you.

And then there was Armin.

Not the kind of hot that slapped you in the face—but the kind that snuck up on you. Captain of the debate team, quiet confidence, thoughtful eyes behind those wire-frame glasses. He didn’t chase attention, but it found him anyway. Girls in AP Lit would giggle every time he pushed his hair back or bit his lip in thought. He didn’t flirt the way Eren did, but he didn’t need to.

And you? You were the girl always next to them. The one who knew every version of them before the world ever cared. The one they trusted with the parts no one else got to see. You weren’t just some girl who hung around them—you were their girl. Their anchor.

And still, people couldn’t stop trying to place you into a box.

“Y’all must’ve dated at some point,” they’d say.

“C’mon, you’ve definitely hooked up with one of them…”

You’d just laugh. Shake your head. Pretend it didn’t get under your skin.

But sometimes—late at night, when it was just the three of you again, shoulders touching, conversations slow and sleepy—you’d wonder if they ever thought about it too.

"Hey girl, please tell me that Eren ain't still fucking Claire, I really need someone to break my back in tonight."

You thought you were gonna cough up blood by how hard you had to bite your tongue to stop you from lashing out at the girl.

“If I had a dime every time some girl said they wanted Eren to rearrange their spine…” You muttered, slamming your locker shut with more force than necessary.

Your friend blinked at you, unfazed. “What?”

You spun on your heel to face her. “Look, if you wanna be another notch on his belt, do you. But don’t drag me into the middle of your thirst.”

“Damn.” She raised both brows, stepping back slightly. “Relax. I was just asking.”

You crossed your arms. “You always just asking about one of them. Every week, it’s a new ‘Who’s Eren dicking down’ or ‘Is Armin still with that junior from cheer?’ Like I’m some hotline for dick updates.”

She sucked her teeth. “Girl, come off it. Don’t tell me if they weren’t your friends, you wouldn’t have let one of ‘em hit by now. Or both.”

You blinked.

Oh.

The air in the hallway shifted a little. Your heartbeat ticked up a notch, but you kept your face calm.

“Wow. Okay.”

“I’m just saying!” she defended, arms up like she hadn’t just thrown a grenade at your whole reality. “They're fine as hell. I know you’ve thought about it.”

You looked away, lips pressed tight. Thought about it? That was the problem. You’d been thinking about it too much lately.

The sleepovers had gotten more touchy over time, especially when you smoked. The idea of Eren’s rough hands on your hips or Armin’s soft lips pressed to your neck had been invading your thoughts like an uninvited guest.

But she didn’t need to know all that.

“I think about a lot of things,” you said flatly. “Doesn’t mean I act on them.”

She snorted. “Bet. But if you ever decide to, send them my way after. I’m tryna see something.”

You rolled your eyes so hard your head tilted with it. “You’re disgusting.”

“And you’re in denial.” She winked, then bounced off toward her class.

You stood there for a second longer, jaw locked, mind running way too fast.

Denial.

That was funny. 'Cause you were starting to think that maybe you weren’t denying anything—maybe you were just waiting for the right moment.

"I'm gonna thump Eren in his little thick skull."

You turned to face the tall blonde who leaned over you. You stared up at the freckled face who had been your best friend for 12 years now, and for the love of God, why did he have to be so attractive?

"What did Eren do now?"

"All I ask is for five minutes so I can cram for my maths test, yet he doesn't seem to understand what do not disturb means."

You giggled as you reached up to plant a kiss on the boy's cheek, like you always did. "Yet you only allow me and him to be those special ones who can bypass that special little feature."

“You two are the only exceptions,” he muttered, voice a little rougher now, a little softer too.

"Yo!” Eren’s voice bellowed from the end of the hall, snapping the moment in half like a dry twig. “Tell Armin to stop acting like a victim, bro wouldn’t even have math anxiety if he did the homework when it was assigned!”

You turned to see him stalking toward you both, wearing a smug smirk and a hoodie slung off one shoulder. A basketball perched underneath his arm, and his chain caught the light just right.

Eren finally caught up, slinging his arm around your neck without asking, dragging you into his chest as he leaned down to press a quick kiss to your temple. “Sup, troublemaker.”

You shoved him off with a huff, but you were grinning.

“I was minding my business 'til you interrupted my moment.”

Eren shot you both a lazy grin. “Y’all always having moments. Share the wealth.”

You rolled your eyes but your heart was racing again—and not just from Eren’s presence. Being between them like this, tangled in the easy banter and lingering looks, was familiar. But recently… it felt less friendly and more like standing too close to a fire you weren’t sure you were supposed to touch.

“I need a break from both of you,” you muttered, trying not to look too flustered as you backed up toward your next class. “You’re gonna melt my damn brain.”

“We already live there rent-free, might as well,” Eren called after you, but you just flipped him off.

Armin turned and punched the brunette in the arm, "Ow, what the fuck.?"

"For being stupid, now shut up and come on, I wanna watch her practice."

You giggled, face half-buried in your comforter, the warmth of the weed settling deep into your chest like a weighted blanket. Your legs kicked aimlessly in the air behind you, and the faint buzz of your phone matched the lazy energy of the room as you scrolled through TikTok, stopping only to laugh at something dumb that wouldn’t be funny sober.

The glow of your LED lights bathed the room in soft pinks and golds, casting everything in the kind of warmth you only ever got when it was just the three of you. Just like this.

Eren was camped out on your floor with his back against your bed, legs stretched long and wide, while his fingers flew across the controller in his lap. His tongue poked out slightly as he concentrated, muttering trash talk under his breath at whoever was on the other end of his headset.

Armin was reclined against your headboard, his long fingers typing away on his MacBook—probably editing his essay for the third time this week. Glasses sliding down his nose, the soft glow of the screen made his freckles stand out even more than usual. His knee brushed your hip every so often when he shifted, but neither of you acknowledged it.

"You know you guys didn't have to stay with me, you could have been flirting with girls at Connie's."

"Aww, mama, you know you're the only girl for us." Eren retorted from the floor, his eyes not leaving the graphics of his game.

You pulled his hair, causing him to yell out and lose the footing in his game, "Yeah right, that's why you both fuck anything that moves—"

“Oi, don’t lump me in with him,” Armin muttered, not looking up. “I have class.”

You sat up, still giggling as you faced the blonde. You held the blunt between your fingers, gesturing it towards him. Armin looked up from his laptop, his brows raised at you in question.

"Oh, come on, that essay is probably senior college grade level. Don't let me be high alone."

Armin smiled at you, his eyes looking over at Eren as he took the blunt from your fingers. He took a slow pull, exhaling thick smoke with a little grin. “Fine. But only 'cause it’s you.” You giggled, moving his laptop from his lap as you moved to sit between his legs, Armin’s arms lazily draped around your waist, his chin grazing your shoulder like he’d done it a thousand times—and he had.

"Eren, pause the damn game and come up here."

Eren smirked as he paused his game, pulling out his phone, he quickly connected to your speakers as his R&B playlist filtered through your room.

The brunette had already made himself comfortable when he came over, his jumper was gone— which you were currently drowned in, which left him in just his wife-beater, his cargos hanging low on his hips and his fingers littered with rings.

Eren placed himself on the edge of your bed, his eyes scanning over the two of you with a cocky smirk on his lips as he took the blunt from Armin's fingers.

It was always so peaceful whenever it was the three of you, Armin was always extra cuddly when he was high or not even; he always found a way to have his head on your lap or have you snuggled up against him.

Eren was the same. In his own way. He’d never say it, not in words, but the way his hand would end up resting on your thigh, or how his legs would bracket yours when you all got too close on your tiny bed—it said more than enough.

Eren passed the blunt back to you as you watched his lips part to take one last drag. You felt Armin shift behind you, his fingers trailing just under the hem of Eren’s jumper, cool against your warm skin.

"I have a question?"

Armin hummed lazily into the crook of your neck, lips grazing your skin. “Mm? Go ahead, princess.” You sighed a little as the sound of his voice went straight to your core.

You could feel the weight of your question before you even mumbled it out. You knew damn well you wouldn't have asked it sober, but you didn't care.

"How comes you guys never once tried to fuck me?”

The question halted everyone's movements. Armin's fingers had frozen against your skin, Eren’s body stilled instantly, his back straightening where he sat at the edge of the bed.

You didn’t take it back.

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward—it was tense. Like something had been cracked open.

Eren blinked slowly. "Say that again?"

You lifted your gaze to his, your throat tight but your voice even. “I said… how comes you guys never once tried to fuck me?”

Eren leaned forward slightly, forearms resting on his knees as he watched you. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?

"I mean, I know it has nothing to do with looks, I know I'm attractive, your friends keep trying fuck, but not you two.”

Armin’s hand moved again—this time to your waist, pulling you back into him so your spine pressed flush against his chest. His voice was quieter now, but deeper. More serious. “We didn’t know if we were allowed.”

That made your stomach flip.

“What?”

“You’re our girl,” Armin said simply, like it was a fact. “You always have been. Didn’t think we were allowed to touch without harming our friendship.”

Eren’s mouth twitched into something like a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “And I wasn’t about to lose you just because I couldn’t keep it in my pants.”

You sat up straighter now, questions flooding your brain, "Wait, Ren, I know you stare at my ass every chance you can get, and Armin, don't even get me started, you staring at my boobs whenever my cleavage is out. So what the fuck, one of you could have made a pass at me!”

"Yeah, I mean we're allowed to stare, but we didn't know you felt that way about us. Trust me, the reason I don't fuck that many girls as him is cause I beat my shit off to your selfies half the time." Armin said, peppering small kisses on the base of your neck, causing your eyes to flutter.

Eren watched as your body reacted to Armin's touch, the brunette licked his lips as you shifted amongst the blonde.

Damn,” Eren muttered, his voice hoarse. “You like that, huh?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t—not with the way Armin was palming at your thigh now, inching higher, his breath warm against your collarbone.

You couldn’t have anticipated how quickly the mood would have shifted. You were always a little more outspoken when high.

“She’s always been sensitive,” Armin murmured, nuzzling your skin. “Especially when she’s got weed in her.”

Eren’s jaw ticked, tongue running across his bottom lip. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He leaned forward, his fingers dragging down your face, causing your eyes to flutter back open.

Eren's dark green eyes met yours, the glint in them were dangerous, he brought the blunt back to your lips, a dark smile painting his face.

"Hold it for me." You blinked up, hazy eyes meeting the brunette's in question, his eyes gestured to the blunt.

Your lips wrapped around it as Armin's tongue slid along your pulse point, teeth sinking in just enough to leave a mark. You whimpered, barely keeping the smoke in your mouth, your eyes locked on Eren’s like he was pulling it straight out of you with nothing but his stare.

Eren leaned in, one hand holding your jaw, the other bracing himself against the mattress. You exhaled slowly, lips barely brushing his, the smoke curling between you. He inhaled it greedily, his mouth ghosting over yours before pulling back with a low groan.

“Fuck, baby. You taste so good,” he rasped.

Armin’s fingers finally found the spot between your thighs, pressing through the cotton, and your hips jumped reflexively. A shaky moan escaped your lips, and Eren grinned wider.

“Rennie,” you whimpered, the nickname dripping from your tongue like honey. A wicked smirk flashed across the brunette's face, the sound of your whimper drove him crazy and he couldn't wait any longer.

His lips crashed into yours with urgency, stealing the next breath right out of your lungs. You melted into him, your fingers curling around his wrist, grounding yourself as Armin’s hand worked between your thighs with maddening patience.

The contrast was dizzying—Armin’s touch was slow and calculated, tracing circles over your clit now through the soaked fabric of your shorts, while Eren kissed like he was starving, like he needed to taste every part of you.

You gasped, breath hitching as Armin finally pushed your shorts to the side, fingertips slipping against your soaked folds. A low groan rumbled from his chest, his lips grazing the shell of your ear.

“She’s dripping,” he muttered, voice hoarse with disbelief and hunger.

Eren pulled back from your mouth, pupils blown wide as his gaze met Armin’s over your shoulder. His jaw clenched with restraint, breath heavy.

“Of course she is,” he said, breathless and wild. "Fucking slut has just been waiting for this to happen."

You whimpered again, your thighs trying to close around Armin’s hand, but Eren caught your knee and spread it wider, smirking as he leaned back slightly to look between your legs.

He tugged your shorts further down your legs, tossing them somewhere behind him as Armin kept those fingers moving—slow, steady, like he had all the time in the world to unravel you.

Your head dropped against Armin’s shoulder, lips parting with a soft moan as his fingers pressed in deeper. “Shit,” you whispered, legs quivering.

Eren had moved lower, his strong hands gripping your thighs as he settled on his knees between them. His gaze locked on the way Armin’s pale fingers glided against your slick brown skin, spreading you open with casual reverence. The sight alone made his dick twitch in his cargos.

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty like this.”

He tugged you closer to the edge of the bed, face now inches from your pussy. His breath hit your skin, hot and shaky. He glanced up at Armin, flashing a dark, knowing smirk—then dipped his head without warning, mouth wrapping around your clit in one slow, devastating pull.

Your whole body jolted, a strangled cry falling from your lips as your hips jerked in response. Armin held you tighter, whispering something low into your neck as you writhed between them.

“Easy,” he soothed, fingers never still. “Let him taste you, baby. Been waiting long enough.”

Eren groaned against your cunt, the vibrations shooting through you like a shockwave. His tongue flicked your clit with unrelenting precision. His nose bumped your folds, his moans muffled against your soaked heat.

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

Sandwiched between Armin’s possessive hands and Eren’s filthy mouth, you felt like you were being devoured from both ends.

“Fuck, Min—Ren—I can’t—” you gasped, toes curling, nails digging into Eren’s shoulder and the bedsheets.

“You can,” Armin whispered against your temple, voice like velvet. “You will. Let go for us.”

Eren’s fingers joined the party then—two slipping in beside Armin’s, stretching you open as he sucked harder. The coldness of his rings had your hips lifted, thighs shaking violently as you let out a scream.

Armin gripped your jaw, tilting your face to meet his. His lips swallowed your cries as his tongue tangled with yours. The blonde moaned against your mouth as your pussy pulsed around his fingers.

When you finally came down, chest heaving, legs still twitching, Eren lifted his head, chin glistening and lips parted in awe.

Armin finally pulled away from you, your breathing laboured, breathless from the kiss and the overstimulating orgasm that just occurred.

Eren looked at Armin then, eyes wild. “Min, you gotta taste her. Swear to God—she’s the best thing I’ve ever had.”

The blonde’s glasses had slipped halfway down his nose, strands of hair sticking to his flushed cheeks. A wicked glint lit up behind those lenses as he slid his fingers out of you, coated and glistening.

With a soft groan, Armin brought them to his lips, sucking them in one at a time. His eyes fluttered closed, tongue curling around his fingers like he was savoring something decadent.

“Jesus…” he murmured, fingers slipping free with a soft, wet pop. His gaze dropped down to your trembling thighs, then crawled slowly up to your face. “Fuck, mama… can you do me a favor?”

You blinked at him, already breathless and needy.

“Wanna feel you ridin’ me while that pretty mouth of yours is wrapped around his cock,” he said, voice dripping with filth and sweetness all at once. “Can you do that for me, baby? Be good for us?”

Your eyes shifted to Eren, who was now at the side of the bed, completely stripped down—his wife-beater long gone, cargos pooled at his ankles. His hand was wrapped around his thick length, stroking slow as he watched you like he was starving.

You hadn’t even realised he’d gotten undressed. But now all you could focus on was how hard he was. How flushed the tip looked. How much you wanted him down your throat.

You nodded, lips parted, eyes still glassy from the orgasm that had just wrecked you. Armin smiled at you, a soft smile to the untrained eye, but you've known him for so long, you could see the dark mask that covered his face.

“Good girl,” he whispered, guiding you to straddle his lap as he laid back, resting against the pillows. “Come here.”

You crawled over him slowly, body still sensitive and trembling, but your core throbbed when you felt his clothed cock. Armin pulled Eren's jumper off your body, your bare tits meeting the air, causing both of them to groan.

"Help him with his clothes, baby,” Eren rasped, his hand still lazily stroking himself, the head of his cock flushed red, leaking just from watching you.

Your fingers were shaky as you reached for Armin’s shirt, tugging it up slowly, revealing his toned chest inch by inch. The second it was over his head, you shimmied down his frame, kissing across the expanse of his chest. His skin was hot under your lips, his muscles flexing slightly as your mouth dragged over him, as your fingers worked against the buckle of his belt.

“You’re so pretty,” you whispered, your voice hoarse from all the screaming.

“Say that again,” Armin breathed, his eyes fluttering half-shut as he looked down at you.

“You’re so fucking pretty, Min,” you said again. You hurriedly pulled on his jeans, your actions more needy than before, your cunt wanting to be filled again.

You quickly straddled the blonde once more, Armin’s hands gripped your hips as he lined himself up with your entrance, hissing through his teeth when you sank down onto him.

“Fucking hell,” he growled, head tipping back against the pillows. “So tight. You always this perfect, baby?”

You whimpered, the stretch burning so good, your hands planted on his chest as you started to grind against him slowly, adjusting.

Eren came up beside you, his cock hard and heavy in his hand. “Damn… she’s taking you so well, Min.”

You turned to him, tongue wetting your lips, and leaned forward just enough to press a kiss to the tip of his cock. He hissed at the contact.

“Go ahead, pretty girl,” Armin urged under you, hands sliding up your thighs. “Let him fuck your throat while I fuck this little pussy.”

You moaned softly at his words, lips parting as you wrapped them around Eren’s cock. He groaned instantly, hand curling into your hair, guiding your rhythm as you slowly took more of him.

“God damn, baby,” Eren cursed, eyes fluttering shut for a second, “Mouth feels like heaven.”

Your hips began to move again, bouncing on Armin's cock while your throat swallowed more of Eren with every motion. The wet sounds of your pussy squelching around Armin mixed with the sinful drag of your mouth over Eren’s shaft.

Armin bucked up into you with more force, fingers digging into the supple of your ass cheeks as he groaned, “Fuck, fuck—just like that, mama. Use me. Shit…”

Eren’s hand tightened in your hair, his breath stuttering. “You gonna let us ruin you tonight, huh? Been waitin’ so long baby, fuck, our perfect girl.”

You moaned around him, tears already welling in your eyes from the stretch of your jaw, the fullness of your cunt, the overwhelming heat crashing into your nerves.

Armin leaned up, his mouth hot and desperate as he kissed across your chest. Then his lips found your nipple, sucking it greedily into his mouth as he moaned around it. The warm, wet pull of his lips on your sensitive skin made your back arch, your thighs trembling harder now.

“She’s gonna cum again,” he murmured against your chest, tongue flicking your nipple before he let it go with a soft pop. “Feel that pussy fluttering—fuck, she’s already close.”

And fuck, he was right, the way your gummy walls kept sucking him in, your eyes rolled back into your head as you continuously slammed down onto Armin's cock.

Eren looked down at you, his cock glistening with your spit, his jaw clenched tight. “You gonna cum while choking on my dick, princess? Gonna fall apart for both of us?”

He slipped from your mouth just long enough for you to gasp, your voice rough and strained as you nodded. “Yes—fuck—please don’t stop. Please.”

Eren’s cock tapped against your lips again, and you opened back up for him, moaning as he slid in deeper than before. Armin’s hands gripped your ass, pulling you down onto him as he thrust up into you, matching the rhythm of Eren’s strokes into your throat.

Armin's face was flushed, glasses halfway down his face. His lips parted as a long groan came out of his mouth.

You whimpered around Eren, unable to speak, every nerve in your body sparking. You clenched around Armin as your orgasm hit again, sudden and blinding. You cried out around Eren’s cock, body seizing up, thighs trembling as your release poured out of you—slick and hot as it spilled down Armin’s thighs.

“Shit, fuck—fuckkk,” Armin gasped, his head tipping back, hips jerking up hard as he came. He held you there, buried deep inside, ropes of cum spilling into your already messy cunt.

Armin gently rolled his hips, his breathing slowing, but he was still inside you, lazily grinding. “You okay, baby?” he whispered, brushing your hair back from your damp forehead. “You did so good.”

You nodded, eyes glassy, lips swollen, still trembling as Eren moved behind you again.

You weren’t even fully down from your last orgasm before Eren lifted your hips again, carefully coaxing Armin’s softening cock out of you with a soft, wet noise. His cum leaked down your thighs, and Eren groaned at the sight.

"Fuck, mama, put that ass up for me—yeah, just like that." You couldn't even think, but your body moved on its own. Armin was still coming down from his high, but he watched as your body acted out on its own.

You didn’t even process the words—your body just obeyed, moving on instinct. Knees sinking deeper into the mattress, spine arched, cheek pressed against Armin’s chest as he lazily played with a strand of your hair, his blue eyes never left you. He watched, chest rising and falling, mesmerized by how easily you bent for them.

Eren propped one leg up on the bed behind you, hand gripping your hip as he ran the thick head of his cock through your soaked folds—dragging it slowly over your overstimulated clit. You cried out, your thighs twitching, hips jerking forward, but Eren just chuckled, holding you in place.

"Aww mama, you sensitive?" he asked, mock sympathy dripping from his tone. “Good.”

His cock was already slick with your arousal, your orgasm, and Armin’s release, making it easy for him to slide against you—teasing your entrance, letting the tip sink just barely in before pulling back out again.

You whined, burying your face into Armin’s chest. “Rennie… please.”

“Shhh,” he cooed, leaning over your back. “You’ll take me when I say you can.”

Then he shoved in with one deep, brutal stroke.

You screamed, body jolting forward, hands gripping the sheets. Eren was deep—so deep it felt like he was still in your fucking throat. The stretch burned, but it was addictive. Your eyes rolled back, your mouth dropped open as your pussy clenched hard around him.

“Shit,” Eren hissed, hands tightening on your hips. “You’re still fuckin’ pulsing. You like being used like this, don’t you?”

You nodded desperately, breath catching in your throat. “Yes—fuck, yes—don’t stop.”

He started to move, long, deep strokes that made the whole bed creak. Your ass rippled with every thrust, your body arching back into him like you needed him deeper. Armin slid a hand under your chin, tilting your face toward him so he could kiss you again—slow and messy, a contrast to the way Eren was fucking you raw.

“You look so good like this, princess,” Armin murmured against your lips. “So pretty when you cry.”

Eren was relentless behind you, panting now, sweat dotting his brow as his hips smacked against your ass over and over. One of his hands slid up your spine to the back of your neck, gently pressing you further into the mattress.

“You gonna give me one more?” he asked, voice tight with restraint. “Gonna let me fuck another one outta you?”

You couldn’t form words—only a ragged, choked moan as your body rocked between them. Your thighs were shaking, your breath coming in short, panicked little gasps. But your nod was enough. Your moan was enough. And your pussy squeezing around him like it didn’t want to let go? That was more than enough.

Armin had begun stroking himself softly, his hand still planted on your chin. His yes never leaving yours, his new favourite thing was to watch your face as you orgasmed.

Eren’s hands came down hard on your ass, the cool feel of the metal of his rings soothed the blow. The smirk didn’t leave his lips as his palm continued to meet your ass, the ripple of your cheeks like his own personal tidal wave.

Your nails dug into Armin’s thighs, your cries muffled as your body began to snap tight again, overstimulation pushing you to the edge faster than you could brace for.

Eren felt it—felt your walls squeezing around him like a vice. “Oh fuck, that’s it,” he groaned, thrusts becoming erratic. “You’re fucking clenching—shit—fuckin’ squeeze me just like that.”

Your whole body jerked, a silent scream lodged in your throat before a broken sob of a moan spilled out of you. You collapsed forward onto Armin’s lap, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes, legs quivering violently as your third orgasm slammed into you and shattered every nerve.

“F-Fuck, she's squirting—look at her,” Eren moaned, voice trembling as he fucked you through it, the sounds obscene, wet and slick and goddamn feral.

Armin let out a low laugh, pushing your hair back from your face as he kissed your temple. “Can’t get enough of you, mama. She’s soaked,” he said, voice breathless. “Fill her up Ren.”

“Shit—shit, I’m gonna cum,” Eren gritted through clenched teeth. He pulled your hips flush to his, burying himself deep one final time—and then you felt it. His release hitting hot and thick inside you, filling you up with a groan that nearly made your legs give out completely.

He stayed there, panting, bent over your back with his forehead pressed between your shoulder blades. Both of you breathless, trembling, your bodies stuck together with sweat and cum and all the heat you’d been hiding from each other for so long.

When he finally pulled out, you whimpered, your body twitching from the emptiness, from the sheer overwhelming mess of it all.

Armin caught you before you could collapse, wrapping an arm around your waist and guiding you down gently onto the bed between them.

Eren flopped beside you, arm draped over your back. His other hand lazily traced circles into your thigh, still shining with everything they'd given you.

“You okay, baby?” Armin murmured softly, thumb brushing away the tears on your cheeks.

You blinked slowly, lips parted, a dazed smile forming.

“Never better,” you whispered hoarsely.

Eren turned over, his arm looping over your waist as he planted a kiss on the back of your neck.

"Good girl, now go to sleep."

You smiled into the pillow, your body still tingling from the excessive orgasms. Now you could understand why girls never let up on the two of them.

And God help them, cause you're not letting up on them now.

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wendichester · 2 days ago

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could u do a sweet fluff with reader and castiel?? i really enjoyed the drabble where castiel kicked the reader (sibling of the winchesters) under the table and was like all cutesy so like something kinda sweet and fluffy that the brothers judge and tease reader and cas for but they dont care cause they love each other - p.s: i love ur writing!!!! never stop your writing is so beautiful, im so grateful to have found ur writing <3

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ in love and underfoot,

pairing. castiel x winchester!reader ( female ) ft. sam and dean

wordcount. 608 genre. fluffy fluff

warnings. intense cuteness, playful sibling teasing ( dean’s dramatic about it ), footsie under the table ( again ), cas being awkward but so full of love it hurts, reader is a puddle of affection, mild language, established relationship ( cas x reader ), sam being too observant, dean making gagging noises

notes. i promise, cas's last line is totally innocent. promise.

It starts with a nudge.

Not hard—barely more than a press. But you feel it. Right there under the war room table, just as Sam’s launching into some deep-dive lore rant and Dean’s mid-bite of his third breakfast burrito.

You try not to smile. You really try.

But then it happens again.

A soft nudge from Cas’s boot. Deliberate. Seeking. Familiar.

You glance up from your tablet to find him already looking at you, head tilted, that ghost of a smile on his lips—the one he saves for you and you alone. Your stomach flips like it always does. Dumb, hopeless, in-love flip.

You shift your leg. He follows. Touches you again. Little taps like Morse code. Are you okay?I'm here.Hi, I love you.

Dean squints at you from across the table. “You got ants in your pants or what?”

“Excuse me?” you ask, playing dumb as hell.

He narrows his eyes. “You keep squirming.”

You shrug, going back to pretending to read the same sentence for the fifth time. “Maybe your burrito smells like gasoline.”

Dean dramatically sets it down. “Okay, rude.”

Sam looks between you and Cas, eyes narrowing like he’s connecting dots in real time.

Cas, of course, looks completely unfazed. He reaches for his coffee without breaking eye contact with you and—under the table—gently bumps his foot against yours again.

You suck in a breath through your nose and try to act like your heart didn’t just burst into glitter.

Dean is still watching you. “Wait a damn minute.”

You freeze.

Sam closes his laptop with an audible snap. “Oh no.”

Dean points a finger at Cas like he's on trial. “Are you playing footsie with my sister?”

Cas tilts his head. “Yes.”

There’s a beat of stunned silence. You don’t even try to defend him. You’re too busy hiding your face behind your hand as you grin like a lovesick idiot.

Dean looks personally offended. “You admitted it?!”

Cas frowns. “Why wouldn’t I?”

You snort.

Sam sighs like he's seen too much. “God, this is worse than when you two were sneaking around. At least then there was some plausible deniability.”

Dean leans back dramatically in his chair, one hand on his chest. “We eat at this table, you know. We bleed at this table.”

You grin at Cas, who looks confused but content. “He’s being overdramatic, babe. Ignore him.”

Dean gags. “Babe?!”

Cas turns to him, completely sincere. “That’s what she calls me. Would you prefer another term? I’ve heard ‘honey bear’ used affectionately—”

“OH MY GOD.” Dean slams his hands down, standing. “I’m leaving. I’m done. I can’t have this conversation.”

Sam stands too, grabbing his laptop. “Yeah, I'm gonna go… do literally anything else.”

Dean’s already halfway up the stairs. “This is harassment. This is an attack on my eyeballs!”

You shout after him, “You’re just mad because Cas loves me more than you!”

Dean grumbles. Then they’re gone, and the bunker falls quiet again.

You glance over at Cas, who’s still sipping his coffee like none of that just happened. He catches you staring, and that soft smile returns.

“I like touching you,” he says simply.

You smile so hard it actually hurts. “I like when you do.”

Cas leans a little closer, eyes warm, full of stars. “Would you like to move to the couch? I could continue touching you there.”

You laugh, standing and grabbing his hand. “Cas, you sweet little menace. Yes.”

And as you walk toward the library sofa, his fingers laced through yours, you realize something:

You’d get kicked under a thousand tables, for a thousand years, as long as it’s him.

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~Manchild~

Actress! y/n x reader

A/n- I fear I may be obsessed with Actress!y/n and Lewie😔😔✊✊✊ I have absolutely....not....made a pinterest board for these two. This is a silly little something I wrote cus I'm extremely hyperfixated on Sabrina's manchild rn like it's a crazy obsession. I hope u like it tho 😁😁😁 Also lemme know if you'd like to be tagged in more of these

Warnings - catchy song

Pairing - Actress! y/n x Lewis Pullman

Word count - 1,194

You were sprawled out on the couch, legs resting on the coffee table as you patiently waited for whatever Lew was mixing up in the kitchen for the past twenty minutes.

You were idly scrolling through your phone when you came across a song by Sabrina Carpenter that’d apparently just came out five days ago.

“Hmm Sabrina released a new single” you muttered to yourself.

“Who released what?” Lewis asked as he appeared out of the kitchen, still wearing his favourite “Don't forget to kiss the chef!” apron with two plates in his hands.

“Hm?” you turned to him, still fixated on your phone. “Sabrina released a new single,” you informed him.

He slowly parted his lips and nodded, “Oh wow what's it called?” He placed the plates on the table and took his place next to you.

You squinted back at your phone, “Manc-hild” you struggled to read. “Oh manchild” you corrected yourself.

“Woah play it play it” he asked, genuinely curious by the title.

“A’ight” you clicked on the video and took one of the sandwiches from the plate.

Man-child

Why you always come a-running to me?

Fuck my life

Won't you let an innocent woman be?

Never heard of self-care

Half your brain just ain't there

Manchild

Why you always come a-running, taking all my loving from me?

“Her wardrobe choice is iconic as always,” you mumbled as you chewed.

After watching the whole thing you pouted as you began nodding “Huh that was pretty good” you admired as you put the phone down.

“It was” Lewis parted his lips in amusement.

“Ooh cheese burst” you widened your eyes in surprise as you bit into the centre of the sandwich.

“Yeah” he grinned upon seeing your expression.

***

You’d finished up with dinner and were currently in the kitchen, doing the dishes while Lewis cleaned up the table.

You were mindlessly cleaning the plates when you heard the low singing of your boyfriend.

“And I like my boys playing hard to get and I like my men all incompetent”.

You whipped your head around to see him singing to himself as he wiped the table in rhythm.

“Amen!”

“Hey men!” he pointed a finger forward as if he was referring to actual people standing in front of him.

You sat the plate down quietly and watched him in amusement with both hands on your hips.

“And I swear they choose me,” He raised his hands now, the chore long abandoned now, “I’m not choosing them” he shook his hands, hips swaying in rhythm.

He whipped his head around as he continued singing and immediately stopped when he saw you watching.

His cheeks flushed as he quickly picked up the cloth and pretended as if he was cleaning the table the whole time.

“What were you singing, love?” you asked as you began grinning.

“Wha- me?” he pointed a finger at himself. “Uhhh nothing” he pouted.

You raised an eyebrow with an expression that read ‘Oh really?’

“Uh Manchild” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Man wha-” you parted your lips in confusion.

“Sabrina’s new single” he elaborated.

“Ohhh” you parted your lips and slowly nodded as you realized.

“It’s catchy,” he confessed.

***

And so it began

You were working on your laptop when you began singing without even realising, “Stupid” you cocked your head.

“Or is it…slow?” you began bobbing your head.

“Maybe it's useless” you shimmied to the side.

“But there’s a cuter word for it.. I know” you pointed a finger in the air.

“Manchiiiiildddd” you began singing loudly now, waving your finger in the air.

“Fuck my-"

“Whatcha doin” Lewis suddenly appeared in your view.

He was leaning against the door frame, smoothie in hand as his lips formed a smile.

You looked around in confusion, finally snapping out of the trance you’d been in. “What?” you pursed your lips as you realized what you were just doing.

“You were singing it” he chuckled as he walked towards you and handed you your smooth.

“Singing what” you blinked rapidly. “I wasn’t-” you let out a nervous chuckle, offering him a shrug in response.

He placed a hand on his hip and raised an eyebrow in question.

“Wha-” you scratched your head briefly. You sighed, “It is catchy you were right” you admitted with a brief tilt of your head.

***

“Ooh ooh ooh I have a really great idea” Lewis suddenly spoke as he looked up from his phone.

You were sitting cross-legged in front of your piano, a pen pressed in a corner of your mouth as you edited the sheets.

“Hmm?” You looked up to meet his gaze. “Yeah what’s that?” you mumbled in the process of taking the pen out of your mouth.

“We could do the manchild dance together” He extended a hand towards you.

You furrowed your brows, “The what now?” you cocked your head in confusion.

“The manchild dance” he jerked his hand, as if it was the most obvious thing.

You blinked rapidly.

“You know the Sabrina song” Lew elaborated.

“Aah” you opened your mouth as you nodded. “There’s a dance for it now?” you asked.

“Yeah” he nodded as he got up from the couch.

He walked towards you and turned his phone towards you, a video of people doing the same choreography to the song. “This” he pointed towards the screen.

You squinted as you leaned your head closer towards the screen.

“You wanna learn this?” you pouted, shifting your focus to him.

“Oh no I already know it” Lewis shrugged in response.

Your mouth hung open. “When’d you learn this?”

He ran a hand through his hair. “You know, when you were out” he pursed his lips.

You slowly got up from the stool. “You” you spoke slowly, matching the speed of your voice with the speed in which you pointed your finger at him. “Learned this” you pointed at his phone.

”In the span of one hour…?”

“I mean-" he waved his arms around. "Pfft yeah" he shrugged.

You chuckled in amusement, “Nearly seven years together,” you slowly began to shake your head. “And still you never fail to amaze me”.

“That’s the goal, darling” he placed a quick kiss to your lips. “To always keep you entertained" he flashed a grin.

You smiled in response.

“Okay though seriously would you please please please let me teach it to you?” he pouted and began batting his lashes at you.

You tilted your head in response, “How can I ever say no to that face” you smiled.

He beamed at your response, “Yay!” he raised up his fists in joy. “Hold on, I'm gonna go get my brown Lucchese boots cuz it matches the aesthetic of the song,” he rushed out the room after raising up his forefinger.

He suddenly poked his head back in the room, clutching the doorframe, “The ‘please please please’ was a Sabrina reference by the way” he pointed out.

You widened your eyes in realization, “Holy shit that was creative!” your mouth hung open.

He let out a small, shy laugh.

“Go get your boots love” you smiled as you dipped your chin once.

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svt-ara · 2 days ago

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⋆｡𖦹°‧𓂅 CONSEQUENCES

synopsis࣪ › ara attends day1 of the hxw concert to support her bandmates— but her boyfriend's bold performance sparks something sharper than pride, and far more personal.

ᯓ★ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦/𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡 estabilished relationship, public teasing, jealousy, possessivenes (barely disguised), suggestive content (making out), physical touch, flirty, emotionally constipated but whipped behavior, ara being 3 steps ahead always | ๋⸝⸝⸝⸝ 𝗪𝗖 6.7k | ๋⸝⸝⸝⸝ 𝗔𝗡 the whole concert was INSANE, bc wdym woozi played ruby with the eletric guitar IM SO JELOUS OF WHO GOT TO SEE THAT LIVE 😩 so yeah i had no choice but to write about it ofc 🤭 i have no idea of what the banner joy is holding in the photo means so don't mind do it lol, and sorry for the awful quality of the hoshi's photo 🙏🏻 i'm considering if i should do fan's reaction for this one lmk. kinda nervous to post this lol, feels like the dino one did well and I’m not sure this one’s gonna live up to it 😔 that's why it took longer that i thought, i just kept writing and delelting things because i wasn't satisfied, i'm really sorry 😭 anyw i need help beacuse i don't know what to write next, i had in mind hybe cateres i'm not really sure tho, if you have smt in mind you can suggest me ! proofread

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the café was small, tucked between two flowers shop, quiet enough that the sound of the ice cubes in her iced americano clinking against the glass felt loud. just as she liked— hidden, quiet, almost forgotten by the world. in places like this, the chances of getting recognized or disturbed were lower. never zero, but low enough to make her feel safer, more comfortable.

the late afternoon light spilled through the windows blinds, painting soft lines on the wooden table in front of her. her fingers traced one absentmindedly out of habit, while she sipped the cold drink in her hand ever so often. the chair across from her was still empty— it wasn't wonwoo's fault, he wasn't late. she had just arrived too early on prupose, just to let her thoughts run a little.

outside the city moved at its usual, frenetic, rhythm— cars passing, few dogs occasionally barking. a buzz of life that felt far away from the stillness from the cafè, where everything was wrapped in low music and the faint hum of the air conditioner above her head.

until the bell above the door rang, the noise of the city seeped through for a moment— footsteps, motorcycle engines, chatter. she glanced up instinctively, and there he was.

wonwoo stepped inside, just as casual she remembered— hat lower over his eyes, his usual round glasses, one hand in jeans pocket while the other pushed the door shut behind him. he scanned the cafè quickly, like muscle memory, and then immediately spotted ara.

he waved at her, quickly making his way toward her. "you're early" he said, sliding into the chair across from her. "i like pretending i have patience" she replied, taking another sip of her drink. he huffed a soft laugh, glancing at her glass, slightly frowing his eyebrows. "is that your second?" he pointed at it.

"no" ara said, but when wonwoo looked at her with a knowing gaze, she added "maybe". he chuckled, leaning back and taking off his cap for a moment to run a hand through his shorter hair. it really suited him— simple and clean. he looked healtier than she expected, like he was well-rested.

"military didn't ruin you" she said casually, after glacing at him for a moment. "not yet" he said, "give it time" the corner of her lips lifted, and a comfortable silence settled between them for a second. "i ordered nothing for you" she added, still sipping her americano.

"i totally expected that" he chuckled low, reaching for the menu card that had been sitting forgotten in the center of the table. the way he held it with one hand, lazily flipping throught the pages without really reading anything, made it obvious he wasn't planning on ordering much. she watched him with a faint smile, chin resting in her palm, and then spoke.

"you still pretend to care about the menu everytime" she said, barely holding a smile. "it's a ritual, i skim it and then order a coffee".

"you're very predictable" she said, sipping once more after. "i'm very consistent" he corrected, glancing up at her long enough to raise one brow.

ara leaned back to her seat, the wooden chair creaking slightly as her arm dropped to her lap. her eyes followed the movements of the people outside the tall window for a moment. "you know the concert's going to be insane, right?" she asked eventually, turning back to him.

he closed the menu without picking anything, fingers drumming against the table before setting it down. "they know you're coming, right?" he asked, almost offhandedly. ara raised an eyebrow, "would it matter if they didn't?" wonwoo let out a short breath of a laugh.

"they'd probably spot you mid set and call you out anyway" she smiled, leaning back, "that's what i'm afraid of, it'd be embarassing in front of the audience"

"it's part of the deal" he said, tilting his head slightly, "you show up, you get harassed in front of thousands of people" he shrugged, like it wasn't a big deal. "sounds very professional" ara muttered, but there was no real complaint in her voice. just quiet amusement.

she picked up her drink again, letting the cold glass rest against her cheek for a second. "hoshi's probably already planning something". wonwoo smiled before answering "he's been weirdly excited" he confirmed. "i think he wants you to see his new solo live".

"i've seen him hundred times" she scoffed, slightly frowing, feeling something off, like he might already know. "yeah" he said, "but this one is different" ara narrowed her eyes, catching the tone immediately. "what do you mean by different?"

wonwoo leaned foward just slightly, elbows resting on the table. "hoshi doing his best to be memorable" lips curling into the faintest smile— that kind that told her absolutely nothing and everything at the same time. she tried to read his expression, but he was calm as ever— too calm. that kind of calm that meant he was enjoying this way too much.

"you're not telling me something" ara tilted her head, squeezing her eyes, but still got nothing from him. "i'm letting you discover it on your own" he said, already standing up. "way more entertaining that way".

"wait, youre ordering nothing?" she asked, eyes narrowing. "wonwoo? we're already going?" ara asked once more as he didn't reply. he was already halfway out of his chair, adjusting the strap of his cap with one hand. "you finished your drink" he stated.

"that doesn't mean i'm emotionally ready to leave" she mumbled, holding her iced cup like it might save her. he leaned slightly toward her, resting a hand on the table in front of them. "it's not like you're walking on stage"

she stared at him for a beat, "am i not, though. emotionally?". wonwoo let out a soft laugh, stepping back. "come on, if you survive you can enjoy him"

"big if" ara muttered, grabbing her bag reclutanly as she stood up, following him out.

the car ride was quiet, one of those conforting silences that didn't need to be filled. the city drifted by outside the windows, sun pointing everything in a soft gold glow, the late afternoon heat still clinging to the pavement. ara had rolled her windows halfway down, letting the breeze play with the strands of hair near her face. it didn't help much with the heat, but at least it gave her something to focus on.

she glanced over at wonwoo, who was driving with one hand on the wheel, the other resting near the radio controls— like he had considered music, but hadn't quiet decided yet.

"so" she started, voice casual, "you're really not going to tell me what happens in his solo stage?" wonwoo didn't look away from the road, "nope". she blinked, "not even a hint?" she tried again.

"i already gave you a hint" he said, barely suppressing a smirk. "you gave me a threat" she replied flatly, turning to fully face him now. "there's a difference" he chuckled softly, shifting in his seat like he was enjoying her mild frustration. his gaze stayed ahead, but the smug energy was unmistakable.

ara sighed, letting her head fall back against her seat. "i should've brought glasses" she said, her gaze now back to the view outside the window. "for the lights?" wonwoo asked curiously.

"for the judging looks i'm going to give him from the crowd" that made him laugh— a short, low sound that filled the space between them. "you don't have to worry so much" he said, more gently this time. "i'm sure he's excited you'll be there"

her fingers stilled against the edge of the open window. the wind caught a piece of her hair and tossed it across her cheek, but she didn't brush it away. just kept looking out, watching the skyline give way to a wider stretched of road.

"i know" she said softly, the smallest smile tugging at her lips. "that's what makes it worse"

the car slowed as it approached the venue, the cityscape giving way to crowds that pulsed like a living organism. the sun was dripping low, casting low shadows and bathing everything in a warm, amber light. ara's fingers tapped lightly against the dashboard, her gaze flickering between the window and wonwoo's focused profile behind the wheel.

the car slowed down as they reached the venue, where the streets were already a bit chaotic— fans with banners, prople filming everything, few staff membrs jogging across the entrance.

ara leaned foward slightly trying to catch a glimpse through the wind sheild, "it's already a chaos" she stated, voice a little amused like she wasn't used to big crowds. wonwoo laughed softly, his hand casually drumming against the steering wheel "yeah, it's crazy out there".

she smiled, eyes flicking back to the window, "it feels so different be on the other side" the car slowed down as they approached a side entrance, pulling smoothly into the staff parking area. "the energy is different" wonwoo agreed, glancing at her briefly before focusing back to the road.

a quiet moment settled between them, filled only by the soft hum of distant voices and the occasional cheer from the crowd behind the gates. wonwoo cut the engine and opened his door— ara quietly followed, stepping out into the warm evening air, already wrapped in the buzz of the venue.

she quickly adjusted the edge of her white dress, smoothing out the fabric as a gentle breeze swept through the parking area. the soft rustle of the material was almost drowned out by the distant chatter. she glanced at wonwoo, who was already scanning the surroundings with calm, steady gaze. as their eyes caught into each others, he gave her a small, reassuring nod.

togheter, they started walking toward the entrance, their footsteps light against the concrete, air filled with anticipation that buzzed quietly beneath every sound and shadow.

the door slid open with a low hiss, revealing the bustling backstage area bathed in dim lights. crew members moved swiftly, carrying equipment and exchanging quick words, with muffled beats from the stage vibrate through the walls.

as soon as they turned the corner, ara spotted hoshi frist— pacing back and forth in front of a mirror, humming something under his breath and occasionally checking himself out. woozi was few steps away, hunched over his phone with one earbud in and the usual unreadable expression on his face.

hoshi noticed them frist, his posture easing the moment his eyes landed on them. "you made it" he said, the corner of his mouth lifting into something small and familiar. "of curse we did" she nodded, stepping foward just enough for her voice to carry.

up close, he looked mostly composed. sharp styling, in-ear mic clipped neatly, a little shimmer still dusted across his cheekbone. ara let her eyes linger a second longer "you good?" she asked— voice low, arms crossed under her chest as her eyes scanned him quickly with a faint smile.

hoshi nooded, a crooked grin already forming, "of curse, do i look too cool?" ara scoffed under her breath, her gaze dropping briefly to the mic he was casually spinning between his fingers. "you just look like someone who spent too long in front of the mirror" she smiled widly, locking her eyes with his.

"that's because i did" he replied without hesitation, flashing her a toothy smile. the reply caught ara off guard, and she let out a sudden laugh that made her eyes crinkle. instinctively, her hands reached up, fingers gently squeezed his cheeks in a playful way.

"ya~" hoshi mumbled through puffed-up cheeks, his words barely intelligible but his grin never wavered. "you're so annoying" she said trought a giggle, but the affection in her voice was impossibile to miss. their faces were so close she could feel his breath tickling against her face.

he didn't pull away though— if anything, he leaned into her touch, blinking slowly at her with a mock-offended look that only made her laugh more. her hands lingered a second too long, until the pads of her fingers slowly slipped away— slighty tracing the line of his jaw in the process without even realizing it.

hoshi blinked once, then tilted his head slightly, watching her. "you always do that when i'm trying to look cool" he complained, lips jutting out into a exaggerated pout— his usual brand of mock drama. that was enough to make her eyes roll back.

"exactly" ara shot back, clearly proud of herself. her smile hadn't faded, though it was smaller now— eyes scanning every corner of his face, like she was committing each detail to memory. the shimmer completed the sharp cut of his eyes, the faint crase between his eyebrow, and the way his lips curved without even trying— it made her chest tighten and made her heart fill up like it had too much to hold.

she wanted to kiss those rosey lips so bad, her gaze lingering there for a second to long— but she held back, she had to. the staff still moved in and out of the hallway, reminding her where they are and how visibile they already were just by standing this close.

hoshi tilted his head, eyes narrowing ever so slightly like he caught something— though he didn't push. instead, his voice came out light and casual, "what you're watching?".

ara blinked once, caught off guard. then she scoffed, a slow half-smile creeping onto her lips as she met his eyes "you". hoshi raised a brow, clearly entertained "should i be flattered or concerned?".

ara laughed under her breath, crinkling her nose slightly. her hand lifted, fingers brushing over the fabric near his neck like she needed to focus on something else. "you're fixing things that don't need to be fixed" hoshi pointed out, a teasing lilt in his voice.

"i know" eyes not leaving her hands, a shy grin on her face, "it's something to do with my hands". he watched her for a second longer, head tilted slightly, before leaning in just a little. "you sure it's not just an excuse to touch me?"

ara let out a soft scoff, but didn't pull away. "if i wanted to touch you, i wouldn't need and excuse" that made him grin, wide and toothy, eyes crinckling at the corners. he didn't had time to reply, that she quickly dismissed him. "we'll go, then" fingers finally dropping from his collar.

"make sure to open you eyes wider when it comes to my solo" ara blinked, eyebrows lifting as curiosity crept over her features. "why?" she asked, lips quircking at the edge. but she got nothing from him, just a shrug leaving her more confused than she already was.

the hallway buzzed around them as stagehands hurried past with headsets and clipboards, voices low but urgent. ara adjusted the strap of her bag over her shoulders, glancing briefly in the direction her and wonwoo had left. beside her, the boy sipped from a water bottle he'd picked up along the way.

a staff member gestured them foward, pulling back a curtain to let them into the edge of the arena. the sudden shift— from the dim backstage corridors to the open venue— made ara pause for a beat. the light weren't fully down yet, but the buzz in the air was unmistakable. the kind of excitement that sat just below the surface, about to crack open.

they slipped into their seats, low profile but with a clear view of everything. ara crossed one leg over the other, settling comfortably as she glanced to wonwoo. some faces turned as toward them, buzzing with happiness and waving as they recognized them— smile spread quickly throught the crowd.

despite the calm before the show, the warmth of familiarity made the moment feel cozy, like they were part of a secret only a few got to share. until the lights dimmed further and the chatting faded into cheers. a soft spotlight settled on the stage as the frist notes began to play— and not long after, hoshi and woozi appeared.

ara's eyes followed every movement throught every song, leaning back in her chair and gently nodding to the rhythm of the music. the corner of her mouth lifted into a proud smile, sometimes breaking into a quiet laugh at hoshi's casual, and usual, brusts of energy that made the performance so uniquely his.

"he's having too much fun" ara whispered leaning slightly toward wonwoo and nudging his arm with her elbow. "so are you" wonwoo replied, glancing away from the stage just long enough to flash her a shy grin.

"if i wasn't trying to stay lowkey, i'd be screaming my lungs out like them" she added, nodding toward the cheering crowd. the music cut abruptly, a sharp contrast that made the energy in the venue even louder. ara caught, from the corner of her eye, both of them standing at the center of the stage— breathless but still soaking the moment.

hoshi was saying something into the mic, his voice echoing faintly through the venue, but she missed the words. his gaze was now glacing their way, eyes squinting slightly under the light like he was looking for something. then that little tilt of his head and the way his lips curled at the corner— like he'd just spotted a familiar face in the crowd.

"he's going to call us out for sure" wonwoo said, his eyes never leaving the boy in the center of the stage. he squinted slightly leaning foward a bit to take a better look, like he was preparing for whatever thing hoshi was about to say. ara let out a quiet groan, already bracing herself.

and right on cue, the mic picked up hoshi's voice again, mischievous enough to make them both sit up straight. "today we have other special guests" the crowd responded immediatly, loud and curious, already starting to look around.

as the big screen lit up with wonwoo's masked face and ara's shy grin, already expecting the moment, she couldn't help but brust into laughter, quickly covering her face with her hand. the crowd's cheers grew louder, and she felt the quiet wonwoo's chuckle beside her.

they both waved and bowed their head, slightly taken aback the dozens of phones pointed their way, capturing every moment. the sudden spotlight was a bit overwhelming, but their smile stayed genuine.

beside herself, she glanced toward the stage again, where hoshi's mischievous smile was unmistakable, like he was enjoying every second of the little chaos he stirred up.

"wonwoo can you sing to 99.9%?" woozi asked with a teasing smile, quickly followed by hoshi adding fuel "ara, can you dance to yours? show us" he laughed, knowing he said something he should've not say.

ara's eyes widened in mock horror as she quickly shook her head, her hands fluttering in the air. "anyia anyia" she repeated, even if it was impossibile to be heard. wonwoo laughed softly beside her, eyes sparkling with amusement at her exaggerated reaction.

"they're both from '96, loyal people" hoshi added with a smirk, before smoothly moving on the next part of the show. ara turned to wonwoo with a sigh, shaking her head in disbelief. "he just revealed my solo has a choreography" wonwoo chuckled, barely able to hold back his grin "when were you planning to say that?" he asked, nudging her lightly with his elbow.

"never, it was supposted to be a surprise" she gave him a look, somewhere between amused and exasperated. "well, not anymore" he said chuckling, clearly enjoying himself.

ara sighed, dramatic but not annoyed, and turned back toward the stage— just as the frist notes of damage hit. her posture shifted instinctively, eyes narrowing with anticipation as the light deepened and the bass kicked in. she could feel wonwoo eyes briefly lingering on her, a soft smile of anticipation lingering on his lips, but she fully ignored him— she wanted to see what he had prepared.

hoshi moved with sharp precision, all confidence and control, his body craving every count like it belonged to him. ara had seen him performing thousand times— on screen, in rehearsal, even just messing around in the pratice room— but every time he was magnetic, like some kind of magnets were on him and attracted her eyes.

she watched as dancers' moved across his face— fingers brushing his cheek, trailing along his jaw, just like she had moments ago backstage. her eyes narrowed a little, lips pressing togheter.

she couldn't quiet say anything, she didn't even had the time to full gather her breath, because hoshi clearly had other plans— his face got dangerously close to the back up dancer, her fingers brushing againist his jaw as the crowd gasped in excitement.

ara's brows raised— amusement and disbelief warring on her face. she let out a quick, nervous laugh, clapping her hands once before turning to wonwoo wide eyes. "he's a funny guy, really" her voice was a little too high, too fast. wonwoo tilted his head, lips twiching into a knowing smile, "is that what we're calling it?"

her eyes darted back to the stage, waving him off like it was nothing "performance value" she added, shrugging her shoulders. "you know, he's committed" wonwoo hummed, not convinced.

ara crossed her arms, sinking a little deeper into her seat as the lights flared and the choreography moved on, shifting away from the flirtatious moment—but not quite fast enough to erase the flush still lingering on her cheeks.

she tried to play it cool, nodding along to the beat again like nothing had happened. like her heart hadn’t jumped, like she hadn’t just watched someone who she'd die for lean in that close to someone else on stage.

beside her, wonwoo sipped his water with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, eyes still fixed ahead. "you sure you're not going to scream now?" he asked, voice low, teasing.

ara didn't even look at him—just nudged his leg with her knee. "i am screaming," she muttered under her breath, "just internally". wonwoo chuckled. "well, at least you're not throwing things".

"no promises" she replied dryly, then turned her full attention back to the stage, just in time for hoshi's smirk to flash across the big screen. he definitely knew what he was doing.

the thing was she knew it was performance. she knew it was just part of the stage— the choreography, the energy, the theatrical tease. but still, her chest tightened anyway. a twist of pride and something sharper— jealousy, rose inside her. she felt the urge to stake her claim, to make clear whose he belonged to.

her hands tensed in her lap. she suppressed a sharp inhale, refusing to let it slip out, she still was among fans. the lights around them shifted, signaling the end of the solo, but she barely noticed. all she could feel was the echo of proximity— the almost-kiss on stage, the crowd's roar, his eyes locked to the dancers even if just for a moment.

wonwoo watched her, his expression soft, perceptive. he leaned closer, voice low and gentle. "you okay?"

her eyes flicked to him, then swept back to the stage, where hoshi stood catching his breath, alive under the spotlight. she swallowed hard and nodded, a determined set to her lips. "yeah, more than okay".

the next thing she knew, the concert hadn’t even finished yet— still echoing through the venue, but her and wonwoo had already slipped out just before the final encore. their ways parted not long after.

ara had insisted on waiting backstage, brushing off his offer to drive her back. "i'll go with soonyoung" she had said casually, as if it hadn’t been the plan all along.

ara bowed slightly as she stepped into the makeup room, where the post-stage touch-ups and clean-ups were done. a few staff members looked up, smiling briefly before returning to their tasks.

"don't mind me," she said, her voice light as she moved toward the small couch tucked in the corner, "i'm just waiting for woozi and hoshi". ara sat down, smoothing the hem of her dress before pulling out her phone— not that she really intended to use it, just something to keep her hands busy while the sound of the concert slowly faded behind the thick backstage walls.

the room buzzed faintly with chatter, the occasional shuffle of someone entering or exiting, but ara remained quiet, her eyes glancing toward the door every few minutes without really meaning to.

she unlocked her phone out of habit, not really intending to read the dozen unread messages waiting for her. instead, her thumb drifted toward the old blue bird app, opening it before she could second-guess herself.

the scroll began mindlessly— fans had already posted high-quality photos of woozi's solo stage, clips from the crowd cheering, and a wide shot of her and wonwoo's faces lit up on the big screen. their smiles looked easy, genuine, which made her lips twitch.

but then came hoshi's solo. a dozen angles, a hundred close-ups. her fingers froze mid-scroll— it wasn't jealousy, not exactly. but something clenched, just a little, in her chest. that was her cue to close the app. her screen dimmed a second later, falling back into her lap as she exhaled slowly through her nose.

her screen dimmed, and she let it, her phone resting idly against her thigh. the low hum of voices outside the room reminded her she wasn't alone, but in that moment, it felt quiet. the makeup lights buzzed softly above her, casting a gentle glow on the little vanity mirrors lined up against the wall.

ara leaned back slightly, head tilted up, arms folded loosely over her chest. she wasn't upset, just full— the kind of full that came after a long day, after too many feelings packed into too small of a space.

she blinked slowly, then let out a quiet laugh at herself. what she was even sulking about, she tought. ara sighed dramatically— more at herself than anything else, and flopped back down onto the couch. the chill was starting to wear off, replaced by a familiar flutter in her chest she couldn't quite name.

she rubbed at her temples and let her head tip back, staring up at the ceiling for a beat. then, without really meaning to, she buried her face in her hands. just to breathe, just to shake it off.

get it together, she thought. and right then, the door creaked open again. ara peeked through her fingers—slowly, cautiously—and there they were. woozi stepped in first, talking to someone just behind him— a towel was draped around his neck, and he still looked flushed from the lights. but ara's eyes didn’t stay on him for long.

behind him, stepping in with hair tousled and sweat still glinting on his skin under the harsh dressing room light, was hoshi. still in full stagewear, his mic pack clipped to the back of his pants, his eyes darted around the room once before landing on her.

her hands dropped instantly from her face. "don't mind me," she said, sitting up straighter and forcing the most innocent smile she could. "just waiting for my ride". hoshi cocked a brow, "uh huh".

but then ara turned toward woozi instead, "anyway, you were insane out there. i think you've finally made me a fan" she smiled, watching as they sat to remove their makeup.

"finally?" woozi repeated, laughing a little as he grabbed a bottle of water. "about time", she nodded, eyes twinkling. "it was when you hit that high note and i saw stars".

behind woozi, hoshi dropped his mic pack onto the counter a bit harder than necessary. "no comment on my performance?" he asked, half-laughing, half-waiting.

ara turned just enough to look at him, "oh, you performed tonight too?" she teased. the look he gave her was half betrayed, half amused.

"i see," he said flatly. "i give you choreo, lighting, sweat, drama— and this is the reaction". she gave him a dazzling smile, "you looked very… passionate".

"passionate?" he echoed, stepping closer, "that's all?". ara crossed one leg over the other, leaning back like she wasn't slowly losing her mind watching him walk toward her in full post-performance glow.

"mmh," she hummed, "you also looked like someone who really wanted to be talked about". he stopped right in front of her, hair still damp and sticking to his forehead. his smirk tilted lazy as he sat beside her, not bothering to leave much space in between. the scent of stage— faint cologne, sweat, and whatever fog machine residue still clung to his shirt— wrapped around her like a second skin.

"is that a problem?" he asked, elbow nudging her arm lightly. ara glanced at him from the corner of her eye, her lips twitching like she was trying not to smile. "only if you plan to ignore the consequences".

hoshi let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating lightly in his chest. "consequences?" he echoed, turning slightly to face her more fully. "what kind of consequences are we talking about?" ara didn't answer right away— just let her gaze fall deliberately to his still-damp collar, then up to his cheek where a bit of highlighter still caught the light. she tilted her head, like she was assessing something, then leaned back slowly.

"are you planning to get yourself unready or...?" she avoided his question. hoshi raised an eyebrow, clearly amused, "oh?" he said, lips curling up as he dragged a hand through his damp hair. "you don't like the look?" ara shrugged, the movement nonchalant, though her eyes didn't leave him. "it's distracting"

"that sounds like a you problem," he teased, leaning just a little closer, enough that she could smell the faint traces of cologne still clinging to his skin beneath the sweat. "unless you want to help".

ara clicked her tongue, pretending to think. "tempting, but i'm not on staff". he grinned again, crooked and boyish, but didn't back away. "i'd make it worth your time", she laughed— short and disbelieving, more because he was ridiculous than anything else.

"you are such a menace", their eyes met for a second longer than necessary. her breath caught just slightly, fingers flexing on the cushion between them. then—she scoffed, breaking the tension with a well-aimed poke to his side.

"get changed, superstar" she said, standing up. "before i do help, and you end up in your next stage outfit backwards". his laughter followed her as she moved away— but his eyes? they stayed on her. warm, fixed and unmoving.

ara's steps were casual, but the corners of her mouth twitched— she could feel his eyes still on her. behind her, hoshi called out, "i'll only be five minutes. don't run off"

she threw a hand up lazily without turning around, "no promises". she wasn't going anywhere anyway, she didn't even had a ride. the makeup room quieted again once she stepped out into the hallway, the muffled buzz of crew and post-show chatter filling the space. she let her shoulders relax, leaning back against the wall across from the door, phone in hand but not really checking anything. the hum of adrenaline had faded now, replaced by something softer, more fluttering.

just a few minutes passed before the door creaked open again. this time, hoshi stepped out fully changed— in black jeans, a plain t-shirt and damp hair now swept back, looking more like soonyoung than hoshi. he spotted her immediately.

"missed me?" he asked, approaching with a boyish grin. ara gave him a once-over, "barely recognized you without the glitter and smirk".

"oh, the smirk's still here" he replied, demonstrating with a confident tilt of his head. she laughed under her breath, turning to walk beside him as he fell into step, "where's woozi?"

"still inside," he said with a chuckle, "taking his sweet time". they walked in comfortable silence for a few seconds before he nudged her lightly with his elbow. "you didn't say what you thought of the performance" he said, pretending like he wasn't waiting for the answer.

ara looked ahead, lips quirking. "i thought it was loud, flashy and ridiculous", hoshi blinked, mock-offended. "is this supposed to be a compliment?", then she turned to him, gaze softening. "i also thought it was you, and it was kind of amazing".

he paused, almost tripping over his own steps— not because of what she said, but the way she said it, "kind of?". ara shrugged, that teasing glint back in her eye, "you want more praise? you're going to have to work for it". hoshi let out a quiet laugh, not pushing further—just smiling, content.

they stepped out into the cool night air, the door clicking shut softly behind them. the loading area was quiet— just the hum of distant city life and the faint echo of loud chatter on the other side of the venue.

ara walked ahead a few steps, arms still crossed tightly over her chest. her expression wasn't exactly angry, but it wasn't all soft either. a teasing pout lingered on her lips, like she was still punishing him just a little— for the performance, for the smirk, for knowing exactly what he was doing.

hoshi followed behind, slower, his eyes scanning around the dimly lit alley. no one, no staff, no cameras— just them.

in one smooth motion, he closed the distance between them, slipping an arm around her waist from behind and pulling her gently to him. his touch was warm, easy— too easy. she stiffened, shoulders lifting, but didn't pull away. "stop" she said, not very convinced herself.

he didn't. instead, he leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against her cheek, then another— just below her ear this time. ara squirmed a little, half turning in his hold, her voice sharp with mock protest. "yah, what are you doing— here? are you crazy?"

"no one's here" he murmured, his lips grazing her skin again, "i checked". she tried to twist out of his hold, but he only chuckled, hand tightening slightly on her waist. "you're annoying" she muttered, though her voice wavered at the edges, betraying her.

"mm" he hummed, placing one more kiss on her jaw, "you said that already". ara turned around fully this time, still caught in his arm, glaring up at him— but it wasn't a real glare. her eyes were wide, her lips parted like she wanted to say something but changed her mind halfway through. the tension was right there— hot and charged, like a spark waiting for the match.

she lifted a hand to his chest, meaning to push him away, but didn't. "you're enjoying this way too much" she said, barely above a whisper. hoshi tilted his head, a small, smug grin playing at the corner of his mouth, "i earned it".

"oh?" she raised a brow, "because you dry-humped a dancer on stage?" his laugh escaped before he could stop it— low and breathy, and he leaned in again like he might kiss her, but stopped just short. "don't act like you don't like the attention"

ara blinked slowly, then smirked— her arms unfolding just enough to hook around his neck, pulling him an inch closer. "maybe i just didn't like sharing it", this time, it was hoshi who blinked.

and in that tiny flicker of surprise— just as he leaned in like he was about to kiss her again, ara slipped easily from his hold. he barely had time to register the loss of contact before she stepped to the side, like a predator who'd just flipped the game. her fingers brushed lightly along his shoulder, trailing toward his jaw.

then, just like the dancer on stage, she raised a single finger and dragged it down the line of his jaw—slow, deliberate, and maddeningly soft.

"didn't she do that too?" she asked, voice deceptively light— almost amused. her fingers had just traced the edge of his jaw. her gaze burned, even as her tone stayed playful, and hoshi swallowed visibly. his back straightened just slightly, his smirk faltering into something unreadable.

then— without a warning, she leaned in closer, so close he could feel her breath on his lips, the faintest ghost of a touch. so close that for a second, just a second, he thought she was going to kiss him— but she didn't.

instead, her mouth curved, mischievous, and she abruptly pulled back— laughing under her breath as if nothing had happened. "you're easy" hoshi blinked, lips slightly parted, still frozen in place. he wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh, chase after her, or drag her back and end the teasing once and for all— maybe all three.

ara had stepped back— not far, just enough to make him feel the space she left behind. arms crossed, head tilted slightly, eyes burning into him with a glint that made his chest tight. "you're staring" she said, voice light, teasing, but the edge in her gaze was sharp. hoshi's jaw tightened, "you're doing it on purpose".

"that's obvious?" she smiled, uncrossing her arms as she stepped back in, slow and deliberate. hoshi's breath hitched, the space between them shrank, her presence magnetic, disarming— his eyes flicking down to her lips just once before quickly darting back up, as if caught.

ara tilted her head slightly, the corner of her mouth twitching. "you're really bad at hiding things, you know that?" he chuckled, low and nervous, and tried to recover with a smirk. "only around you".

that earned him a raised brow, but she didn't comment. instead, she reached up— fingers brushing lightly at the collar of his shirt, fixing nothing, just touching. her eyes never left his and hoshi's breath caught again— just barely, but enough for her to notice.

her touch was featherlight, almost absent, but deliberate. not quite playful this time, not quite teasing. just there, and somehow, that felt more dangerous than anything else. his hands hovered for a moment, unsure where to go— like he was waiting for a cue.

ara's eyes scanned his face— slow, certain— her thumb grazing the edge of his collarbone now, dipping just beneath the fabric like she might want to pull him closer. "you look nervous" she said softly, though there was no mockery in her voice this time. hoshi blinked, "i'm not".

"hmm," she tilted her head, fingers now resting at the base of his throat. "you sure?" he didn't answer, couldn't, maybe, because in that second, everything else faded— the background chatter, the hum of stagehands moving equipment, the muffled bass still thumping somewhere far beyond the wall. it was just the two of them now, close enough to breathe each other in.

ara leaned in just a fraction more, lips a whisper away from his jaw, and her voice dropped. "i think you are", her words hung between them, warm and certain— teasing, but not quite a joke.

his hand finally found her waist, gentle but grounding, as if to remind himself that this was real. ara's breath brushed against his skin as she stayed there, lingering— not to torture, not to stall, but to feel it. the quiet pull, the pulse between them.

and just when he thought she might leave him hanging again— she closed the gap.

her lips met his in a kiss that was soft at first, almost tentative, like they were testing something they already knew the answer to. then fuller—deeper, like they'd been waiting.

hoshi reacted before he could think, tilting into it, chasing her mouth with the kind of urgency he'd spent the whole night pretending not to have. his fingers pressed a little firmer against her side, pulling her just enough that her body molded into his without resistance.

lips pressed firmly against hers, warm and supple, moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent a shiver down her spine. she could feel the slight roughness of his stubble grazing her skin as his jaw tilted to deepen the kiss.

his hand slid from her side to the small of her back, pulling her closer until there was no space left between their bodies. her fingers tangled in the soft strands at the nape of his neck, tracing the heat pulsing through his skin. every inhale they shared was shallow and urgent, breaths mingling as his tongue gently brushed against her lower lip, asking for entrance.

the kiss was electric— each press and pull a silent conversation, a dance of touch and taste, leaving her heart pounding and her body alight with a sweet ache they didn't want to end.

then she pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief and something softer underneath. a slow smile curled on her lips as she whispered, "i've told you about the consequences". her fingers still lingered lightly on his chest, the warmth between them undeniable, while the playful challenge in her voice made his heart skip a beat.

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cladu-blue-bird · 22 hours ago

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I really didn't wanna make this post but I couldn't help myself. The Hellaverse hatedom is full of toxic bullies that pretend to care about victims, but completely undermine their feelings the second they can't use them for their hate campaign anymore.

You know what really, really bothers me about them? It's the fact that they filled the comment section of the Stolas fan animation (you know the one) with stuff like this.

Now, now now.

Do you guys remember what these same people were saying about Poison?

But you wanna know the bast part? These tweets were all posted between January 12th and January 14th of 2024. Hazbin Hotel came out on January 19th. All we had seen before that was a 5 seconds l*aked clip of Poison, completely missing context, and some of these people hadn't even watched that.

Antis were calling Hazbin fetishistic and all kinds of names just upon hearing that there was a SA scene, period. Without context, without watching it, without even waiting for the show to come out.

Y'all who say that 'you wish this actually happened in Helluva Boss'... no you fucking don't. You only say that because this isn't Viv. Because if she came up with something like this, you guys would have CRUCIFIED her. I can already picture the hundreds and hundreds of tweets accusing her of 'glamourizing suicide' and 'using it for shock value', the people berating her because 'how DARE she represent something so GRAPHIC and UPSETTING on screen??? How DARE she make a scene that TRIGGERS me personally??? She's such an AWFUL person she doesn't understand depressed and suicidal people AT ALL she should DIE and FUCK Helluva Boss". Tell me that you wouldn't have done that.

What bothers me the most, is the hypocrisy. You threw a tantrum over Masquerade not having a trigger warning for SA, but when this video comes out having a graphic suicide scene, and only a trigger warning for 'blood'? Silence. Or even worse, the joke at the end. The fan animation literally ends with Blitzø passing by Stolas' corpse and yelling 'Wake up, fuck head'. I haven't heard a SINGLE one of you talking about this. Meanwhile, you're still using that joke about Sir Pentious getting dragged into the sex room to prove that 'Viv doesn't actually care about victims', despite Hazbin having a character's entire arch being about SA, an entire episode and two musical numbers about his trauma, but no no, that's not important, this 3 SECONDS joke is! This shows Viv's true colors, right? Meanwhile that other joke wasn't made by someone you're running a parasocial hate campaign against, so it's not worth fussing over.

But you know what I think is the worst thing of all? Last year, you were presenting yourselves as the protectors of the victims who felt triggered, demanding that everyone respected your opinions, your traumas and your reactions, and that's totally fair. When we get triggered, however? You call us 'over emotional teenagers' and you say that we're 'built soft' for getting uncomfortable at a very disturbing suicide scene drawn in an extremely crude way.

And then you say shit like this.

You, who have made a career out of telling people to kill themselves over their opinions on fictional characters because "fiction affects reality! If you like a bad character you're a bad person too!" say shit like this. Ykw I'm not even explaining why that's hypocritical I'm tired.

I just want to end this post with a comparison. From what I've seen, the fandom's reaction the animation has been amazing. I've seen people showering the animator with praise, and even making fanart of it. Even the ones who found it disturbing still went out of their way to point out that whoever made the video was extremely talented and that it was amazing, but it was too much for them. The antis, on the other hand...

...still as nice and respectful as ever.

#Hazbin hotel #Helluva boss #hazbin hotel fandom #helluva boss fandom #hellaverse #hellaverse fandom #Hellaverse haters #Angel dust #Stolas #Anti Vivziepop critical #vivziepop #vivienne medrano

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unlikeable-female-character · 1 day ago

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Old Man Logan x nurse!Reader - dada!

So the first part of this was inspired by this ask from @lovetopanic - how could I resist?

I've been blown away by the response to this series and while I am still very conscious that Logan is wildly out of character, I don't think anyone seems to mind! I'm going to keep going with these two as long as I have the inspiration to do so.

warnings - relatively explicit unprotected sex near the end. Lots of cuteness between Laura and Logan, barely proof read

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‘Dada!’ The world stopped for the few seconds it took for Logan’s brain to register what had just happened.

You had gotten off work and after picking Laura up from daycare had taken her into town to meet Logan. Since Laura came along he’d been picking up work at construction sites so he could spend more time at home during the evenings. It was hard work but it did seem to suit him better than driving the limo did. Kept him moving at least.

You found a sunny spot in the park to wait for him. You didn’t have to wait long and your heart leapt a little when you finally spotted him in the distance, limping towards you over the grass. You chewed on your lip, worrying that his limp had been getting more pronounced lately. You knew it could just have been a symptom of his long day but you couldn’t help but worry all the same. The squeals from Laura as she spotted her father shook the thought from your mind and you had to hold on to her to stop the little girl from running over to him. She had recently started walking - or rather running full pelt at things. It did not help that Charles had taken to chasing her around in his wheelchair, his laugh mingling with her squeals and giggles was wonderful but it had encouraged her that it was best to move everywhere at top speed.

When Logan reached where you had spread out a blanket, he dropped down beside you and planted a kiss on your lips ‘Hi,’ you smiled at him. ‘Hi,’ he said back. You stroked a finger over his cheek ‘Tired?’ He nodded then turned to Laura, practically levitating at the sight of her father. ‘Hi bubs,’ he smiled and picked her up, throwing her up in the air once or twice, much to your annoyance. You wished he wouldn’t do that and him pretending to drop her a few times did nothing to ease your anxiety over it.

The little girl wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. ‘Dada!’ You looked at each other. ‘Did she..?’ Logan unlatched Laura from around his neck and moved her to look at her face. ‘What did you say, baby?’ He asked her. Laura was patting her tiny hands on his face and gave her best gummy smile, the few teeth she had proudly on display. ‘Dada!’ She said again.

You thought Logan might expire on the spot

‘Yeah kiddo, that’s me,’ he said quietly, a catch in his voice. ‘Oh my god,’ you said. Laura had been babbling for a while, the only really discernible word she said being ‘no’. And ‘dog’. Nothing else. Until now.

You leant over and blew a raspberry on her cheek, laughing as she giggled and squirmed away. Glancing over at Logan, the look on his face was one of sheer love. He couldn’t stop staring at this little girl who knew nothing of the man he had been only the man he was to her in that moment. The man who tickled her and read her stories and let her splash him when she took a bath. ‘Dada…’ she said quietly, resting her head on his shoulder. Your heart soared. Logan looked like he was going to cry. ‘Laura,’ you said, pointing at Logan, ‘who’s this?’ She looked at you then up at her father. She patted his face again. ‘Dada!’ and threw her arms around his neck again. ‘And who am I?’ You asked her She looked at you, the ponderous tilt of her head so like Logan’s. She said nothing. Logan let out a small laugh. ‘That’s mama, princess,’ he said, ‘can you say that?’ ‘No’ came the reply. You laughed and flopped back on the blanket. ‘Guess I know my place, huh?’ Logan lay down next to you, Laura clambering over him to plop on top of you, patting your face this time. ‘Dada,’ she said proudly. ‘Oh. Okay then,’ you said while Logan let out a laugh.

**** The screams and splashes coming from the bathroom were both a delight and an annoyance to you. A nice relaxing bath before bedtime was supposed to calm Laura down. However neither Logan nor Laura saw the opportunity to splash about and make a mess as one to miss and so she often came out of her bath more excited and awake than when she went in. ‘I wouldn’t mind if he actually mopped the floor after,’ Caliban grumbled. You smiled at him. ‘She’ll be up for hours.’ ‘I’m well aware thank you.’ ‘Sorry.’ You sat down at the kitchen table opposite him. ‘It’s not like you’re any better,’ you said. Caliban looked affronted ‘Don’t give me that look. You’re all as bad as each other, getting her all wound up chasing her around. That girl has you all on a piece of string.’

It was true. Logan, Caliban and Charles were all completely under Laura’s spell. Not that you weren’t but you figured at least one person in the household needed to try and impose some discipline and not just give in to her every whim.

Suddenly a shout came from the bathroom. You stood up and ran over just in time for Logan to come running out, a crying Laura wrapped in a towel held tightly in his arms. ‘What’s wrong? what happened?’ You asked taking the weeping girl from him. ‘Look at her hand,’ Logan said You took her hands in yours and looked at them. ‘There’s nothing on her hand,’ You said, confused. Logan let out a breath ‘Exactly.’ ‘What do you mean?’ You asked, Laura now quietly snuffling into your shoulder. ‘She..she grabbed at a razor on the sink before I could stop her. It cut her palm…she bled….’ You stared at him then back at Laura. You grabbed her hands again and stared at her palms. ‘There’s nothing there.’

The silence that descended was deafening. Caliban came over and examined Laura’s hand himself. She smiled up at him, patting his hand with her tiny one. ‘So…she can heal then?’ He said Logan nodded slowly. You held her tighter. ‘She’s never been ill,’ you said slowly, ‘not even a cold. Not even after starting at daycare and those places are Petri dishes.’ Logan wasn’t sure what to say. What to do. Once he would have turned tail and run. Where he didn’t know but just run. Not now. Not with you and Laura. All he could do was wrap you both in his arms and hold you close to him. ‘What about…you know?’ Caliban said, nodding at Logan’s hands. ‘‘Nothing,’ came Logan’s low reply, ‘maybe the healing is enough and there won’t be.’ You buried your face into his chest. You weren’t so sure.

After her initial tears, brought on more by the shock of her father shouting than anything else, Laura was entirely unbothered by the drama surrounding her. After drying her off and putting her in her pyjamas, you’d cuddled up with her on the couch, allowing her a cookie - a rare treat that she wasn’t going to pass up. Logan paced the floor, playing the scene in the bathroom over and over on his head. This was what he most feared but was always expecting. What did this mean? Was Laura the first mutant to have been born in decades? If she was how did he protect her? Most of those who had hunted him were gone, killed by his own hands. He would kill them all again a thousand times if it meant Laura remained safe. He watched you gently rocking her, singing softly to her. He would crawl through Hell and back to protect you both.

You turned your head and looked over at him, giving him a soft smile. ‘Hey,’ you said, ‘how you doing?’ Logan let out a breath. ‘Like I need a damn drink,’ he said. You smile sadly at him and reached out your hand. He walked over, took it and sat down next to you. Laura offered him her damp half chewed cookie. ‘Thank you, baby,’ he smiled ‘Dada,’ she replied. ‘Yeah…’ he said, smoothing her baby hair back off her face and kissing her forehead.

**** Later, after Laura had settled down to sleep, you and Logan sat at the kitchen table talking. He’d been serious about wanting a drink. He’d not touched a drop of alcohol since you’d become pregnant and you knew it had been hard but you were so proud of him and there for him. ‘What do you need?’ You’d asked him ‘Just you. Here with me,’ he said, squeezing your hand. You both sat in silence for a while. ‘At least we know now,’ you said. Logan nodded. ‘We do.’ ‘How do you think Charles is going to react?’ He’d been fast asleep when the incident happened. Logan would tell him in the morning. ‘He’ll be delighted,’ he said. ‘I’m just surprised he never told us before this happened. What with all the talking him and Laura do’ Charles had never deviated from his claim that he and Laura were communicating and you had all simply come to accept that or was probably true.

Logan intertwined his fingers with yours and put your hand to his lips. ‘Thank you,’ he said quietly ‘For what?’ He was silent for a long while before looking at you. ‘Everything. This life, Laura, loving me. I know it’s not easy.’ You stood and slid onto his lap, wrapping your arms round his neck. ‘It’s the easiest thing I’ve ever done,’ you said and kissed him softly. ‘Even though your daughter is a mutant?’ ‘Our daughter. And yes. Even if she has claws I don’t care.’ Logan raised his eyebrows ‘Okay yes it was a shock but…but she’s our baby. And we love her.’ Logan smile softly. ‘We do.’

He kissed you and his lips lingered on yours. You shifted in his lap. You wanted him. Badly. Wanted to feel him inside you and to feel something primal. Something that you didn’t need understand. Just feel. ‘Logan…’ ‘Hmm?’ ‘Make love to me.’

Logan stood up, pulling you up with him, and began to lead you to the couch, but you pulled on his hand and stopped him. He looked at you with a raised eyebrow. Since Laura had been born and since you had started having sex again Logan had changed. He was slower, more tender, almost worshipful in the way he made love to you. He would kiss the stretch marks on your belly, badges of honour he called them. You didn’t mind, in many ways it was even better than before but sometimes….well sometimes you just wanted him to fuck you hard and fast, nail you to the bed, have him bend you over and take you roughly. That’s what you wanted, what you needed. Now.

You pulled him back to you and wrapped your arms around his neck. ‘When I said make love what I really meant was fuck me hard,’ you said. Logan’s mouth dropped. ‘Are you s…’ he couldn’t finish that sentence. You grabbing his semi hard cock tended to have that affect on him. ‘Very sure,’ you said.

Logan wasted no time in pulling down your pants and underwear, turning you around and pushing you down onto the kitchen table. One hand went to your cunt, stroking and probing while the other was busy unbuckling his belt and pushing down his jeans. You felt him running the head of his cock along your pussy and instinctively pushed back. You heard Logan let out a breath. Then he thrust into you, pushing you and the table forward. One arm snaked around your waist, his hand on your stomach, the other hand planting itself on the table next to your head.

Logan pounded into you as hard as he could, the noises you were making indicating that oh yes you were most definitely sure that this was what you had wanted. You felt his hand move from your stomach to between your legs, pressing against your clit as he continued fucking into you. You were gripping the opposite edge of the table as if your life depended on it and you still needed more, pushing back onto him with each thrust. Logan groaned, grabbing your hips and going harder, harder, faster. Needing and wanting to give you everything. You’d be sore tomorrow, a soreness you would take with you to work and each time you moved remember how it felt to have Logan ploughing into you like this. That thought alone made you want to come.

Neither of you heard the door open, nor spotted Caliban. He didn’t spot you until it was too late ‘Sorry,’ he muttered and swiftly turned in his heels and ran back the way he had come. Logan briefly glanced in the direction he’d been and then redoubled his efforts. ‘Gonna come for me baby?’ He said through gritted teeth, ‘make you scream my name when you do..’ At this point you were beyond rational thought and merely whined in response. Your world had distilled down to the hard thrusts of Logan’s cock into your cunt. Nothing else mattered.

When you came, screaming Logan’s name as he wanted, you were holding onto the table so hard you thought you might break it. You felt Logan pull out, disappointed at the sudden lack of him, but then heard a strangled groan and felt the soft spatter of his come across your backside. You rested your head on the table, heart pounding as you slowly came back to earth. You felt Logan’s weight on you as he bent over and kissed the back of your neck, his softening cock pressed against you.

A little time later you sat between Logan’s legs on the floor, Logan resting against the kitchen cabinets, your back against his chest. You’d both pulled your clothes on, after a fashion, but really couldn’t be bothered with belts and buttons and zippers. Logan’s arms were wrapped around you and he peppered kisses up and down your neck. ‘I think we might have traumatised Caliban,’ he said. You let out a huff of laughter. ‘Poor guy,’ you said. ‘He could’ve knocked.’ You rested your head back against Logan’s shoulder. ‘I highly doubt we’d have heard him.’ ‘Probably not.’ ‘Thank you,’ you said, snuggling back against him. ‘For what?’ ‘For that.’ ‘I wasn’t too rough?’ You shook your head ‘Not at all. It was just what I needed.’ You felt Logan’s lips against your hair. ‘Really?’ He smiled. ‘Hmmm.’ You both fell silent. You weren’t sure how long you were sat on the floor but eventually Logan groaned and suggested you go and sit somewhere more comfortable. ‘Okay old man,’ you said, holding your hand out to help him up. He looked up at you and batted it away playfully. ‘I’m not that old.’ ‘Oh sure yeah, 200 years old, in the first flush of youth’ Logan pulled himself up to his full height and loomed over you, absolutely falling to intimidate you in anyway. You smiled up at him before reaching up to give him a kiss, while zipping up his pants and refastening his belt.

‘Dada…?’ A faint little cry emanated from the bedroom. You both looked over to the door. ‘Better go and see what she wants,’ you said pushing Logan in the direction of Laura’s increasingly loud whimpers. ‘The sooner she learns Mama the better,’ he grumbled ‘You love it.’ Logan looked back at you over his shoulder, the smile in his face leaving you in no doubt how much he did. You couldn’t be mad about Laura saying ‘dada’ first, you’d secretly hoped she would. Logan deserved it.

#logan howlett x reader #old man logan x reader #logan howlett smut #logan x reader #logan howlett x you #old man logan smut #unlikeable-fiction #old man Logan x you

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sirfrogsworth · 1 day ago

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Not long after my dad died, I went to our workshop on the back of the property to take a mental inventory of what I needed to get rid of. My dad's two John Deere riding mowers were missing. I thought they had been stolen.

I was about to call the police, but I figured I should tell my brother first. Apparently, he took the mowers. And he acted like it was no big deal. But he drove here at midnight. Kept all of the lights off. And burgled items I probably would have given him. I asked why he didn't let me know he was here. He claimed "I thought you saw me." Which is difficult when you come in the middle of the night and move giant lawn equipment around in the dark.

It was my first red flag that this entire inheritance thing was not going to go as smoothly as he promised.

Well, that's not accurate.

He stole the life insurance money after the funeral. But I couldn't prove he stole any money because the insurance agent was a chickenshit and refused to get involved. They all just told me it was used for "expenses."

I was given no receipts or details about the expenses. I later was able to use old documents to figure out the life insurance had roughly 5 to 7 thousand dollars beyond the funeral home expenses.

So I guess the flowers, the poster board, the photo printing, and the glue had a dramatic price increase at Walmart that day.

But the riding mowers were the first thing he stole that I could prove. I didn't fight it. He was promised my dad's "tools" and I couldn't really decide if a lawn mower was included in that category. In my head, it was my dad's woodworking and auto mechanic tools. And I was worried if I made waves he'd take half the house and half the money.

He took half the money so maybe I should have spoken up.

ANYWAY...

What does all this have to do with a video of a spider?

After my brother's midnight mower mayhem, I decided to buy security cameras for the property.

To date, nothing else has been stolen. Despite my brother's wife saying we live in "the ghetto," my street is isolated and safe. The worst thing that has happened is some drunk kids got carried away during the previous 4th of July and took a baseball bat to my mailbox. Frustrating, yes. But there are dipshit kids in every neighborhood.

My point is, in 30+ years, I have never felt unsafe living here.

Until my brother.

And these fucking cameras keep waking me up and alerting me that a human being is on the premises. And 100% of the time that human is a squirrel, a groundhog, and now this spider. I have adjusted the settings and set the lowest sensitivity and it doesn't help. Sometimes it will rain and a car's reflection in a puddle will be enough to sound the alarms.

And I'd love to just unplug all of these cameras and sleep in peace, but I'm so damn traumatized by my brother sneaking and stealing shit, that I'm too scared to do it.

Before he took the mowers he was at the house to "check on me." And while we were talking he was casually grabbing keys of the rack and acting like it was no big deal. And, like, he could see me see him doing it. But he was acting like I couldn't see him taking keys. He is always so awkward and I was just like, "Why is he pretending like he didn't just take that key?" I figured he was taking them for emergencies because I'm here all alone now. I thought it was a protective act.

But now I realize he was planning a fucking mower heist.

I feel foolish because I know better. I am so much smarter than my brother and his wife. I mean, I can't build a car from scraps in a cave like my brother, but my general intelligence, problem solving, and deductive reasoning is off the charts comparatively. They are bad problem solvers who think they are amazing problem solvers.

Like, "Hey, let's make a terminally ill man sell his house!"

Moving isn't stressful, right?

And I'm the bad guy because I didn't want to send my dad to an early grave dealing with real estate bullshit.

Like, these two just make some bonkers life decisions. They wanted their daughter to play a sport. And instead of just playing with her in the backyard and seeing if she responds positively to anything, they sign her up for 3 at once. She's going to accidentally become a decathlon star because her parents were throwing spaghetti at the wall. Meanwhile, my brother is driving himself mad attempting to get her to all of the practices and games.

If my brother weren't an engineering savant, I have no idea how they'd get by. Having money is like a problem-solving cheat code.

All of my smarts were screaming at me the entire time. I was 9 steps ahead and I knew exactly what they were doing but I had this emotional hope that my brother cared for me and would do the right thing. He made a promise to my dad on his deathbed and I just couldn't imagine my brother letting down someone he loved that much. I kept giving him chance after chance to not let my dad down.

I can't stop seeing my brother as he used to be. And I can't stop feeling sorry for him. The only time he doesn't seem exhausted and miserable is when he is working on cars and playing with his daughter. He just seems to hate life outside of those things.

And he knows the reason why.

We all knew the reason why.

For a long time I thought maybe he didn't know. I wasn't sure of the extent of his brainwashing. But then he came to my parents blubbering and admitted he knew the reason why. Which is why, from that point forward, I no longer blamed his wife. He made a choice with full self awareness. So he was complicit. He could have escaped that situation at any time. But he fears being lonely more than he wants to seek relief from his misery.

But the collateral damage of his choice has been immense. And I sometimes wonder if that good person buried deep down inside is just riddled with guilt and shame. I honestly don't know how he sleeps at night. Maybe he doesn't.

And that's why a spider on a security camera made me angry.

#spider #long post

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toyboy-molloy · 3 days ago

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Henry and Hans waited on the bench in the corridor, the former nervously played with his hands whilst the latter crossed his arms in boredom, tapping his foot rhythmically. Henry looked at the closed door, leaning closer to Hans, muttering from the side of his mouth.

"What do you think this is about?"

Hans shrugged, his foot tapping growing frantic, "how should I know?"

The door to Hans' office opened and little Heinrich stood in the doorway, his arms folded authoritatively. He stepped aside and gestured for them to come inside. Henry and Hans sat opposite the desk, glancing at each other. Heinrich sat behind the desk, his head barely poking over the top. Nevertheless, he blinked at them expectantly.

"I suppose you know why I've summoned you here?"

Hans raised an eyebrow, "excuse me?"

"Yeah, are we being punished?" Henry couldn't help but smirk, nudging his apparent partner in crime. Heinrich wasn't in the mood for games, it seemed. He produced a piece of paper.

"I've walked in on you fornicating thirteen times this week-"

"What?" Hans almost squeaked, snatching the paper from Heinrich and reading the nonsensical scribbles he'd jotted down, "it hasn't been that many."

"And I wouldn't call it 'fornicating'," Henry made air quotes with his fingers, glancing at the door to make sure it had definitely shut behind them.

"Yes, I've been looking over some of your excuses," Heinrich brought out another piece of paper, this time for his own benefit. He put on a pair of Henry's old spectacles, the too big frames sliding down his nose as he cleared his throat, reading, "'Henry was feeling hot so I undid his shirt', 'your Pa fell and I just caught him,' and of course the classic 'I was just teaching Henry a new wrestling move'."

"Yes, yes, you've made your point," Hans mumbled, his face growing red. Henry, however, looked rather pleased with himself. Heinrich removed the spectacles, sitting up as much as he could in order to see over the desk.

"Look, all I'm asking is, just once, I want to walk in a room and not have to see my father and my uncle all over each other," he looked between them as sternly as he could muster, his arms folded across his chest, "it's called an affair for a reason."

"Understood," Henry nodded firmly before Hans could open his mouth and compromise them further, "we'll be more careful. It won't happen again, boss."

He nudged Hans hard who smiled forcefully, nodding once. Seemingly satisfied, Heinrich, too, nodded and waved a hand.

"Thank you. You're dismissed."

As they left, the boy pretended to pour himself a glass from his father's alcohol selection, rubbing his temple from the stress of the encounter. Once the door was shut, Hans turned to Henry, throwing his arms up.

"What the fuck was that?" He lowered his voice, not fancying another lecture. He moved the two of them away from his office, muttering, "did we just lose our jobs?"

"Nah, we just need to be discreet that's all," Henry said cheerfully, playfully punching Hans on the shoulder, "so, what do you say? Fancy teaching me another wrestling move?"

"Alright," Hans shrugged, subtly toying with the buttons on Henry's gambeson, "just don't tell the boss."

"I heard that," came Heinrich's fed up voice from Hans' office. The lord and his blacksmith quickly hurried off in the direction of Henry's quarters.

more heinrich fics

#this is so silly but I kind of love it. heinrich is Done and I don't blame him #I was in the middle of writing something else when I got another idea. then I abandoned those two when I thought of this. I hate my brain #hansry #kingdom come deliverance II #henry x hans #hans x henry #my writing #heinrich and his two dads

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Love all the way Through Pt. 3

Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

Summary: You have always been a big fan of f1, especially Ferrari. Your friend Charles always invites you to races, until one day you meet someone particularly special.

Second Person POV

Warning: swearing, age gap (around 10- 15 years)

Notes: requests are open!

01 02 03 04 05

The British GP went by fast. The two Ferrari boys were getting ready for the final race, suiting up and talking to the engineers. You were standing off to the side of the garage, scrolling through your phone, not wanting to bother anyone.

"I'm surprised you haven't come to wish me good luck." A voice says, cutting through your silence. Lando was standing right in front of you.

"I... hope that you don't crash." You say, nodding your head.

"That's reasonable. But I was hoping for a good luck hug. You always give Charles one, and he seems to win when you do."

"Maybe it's called having skill. I'm not giving you a hug." You smirk.

"What.... no hug for the famous Lando Norris?" He says.

"No. But if you want, I see a pillow over there, you could pretend that's me." You say, pointing to a random pillow off to the side of the garage.

"Doesn't do me any good now, does it?"

"I don't know. But I think that the 'great Lando Norris' hasn't earned privileges to hug me." You back.

"Well how to I earn my privileges."

"Start by not flirting with her for one." Charles chuckles, walking over to you with Lewis.

"For real." You say.

"Well, that's not nice, is it?"

"Never said I was." You smirk.

"Maybe you could give me my good luck hug now." He smirks.

"That's not my job."

"So what is?"

"Standing here... and, not, arguing with people like you."

"Hey... we're just talking."

"That pillows still over there. Why don't you go get your chance with that." You giggle.

He rolls his eyes and walks away, back to his garage.

"Fucking hell." You laugh.

"What was that about?"

"Just Lando being Lando." You say.

You three stand at the edge of the garage, talking with one of the engineers about the race.

All of a sudden, you see Max walk up to you slowly, looking at you and then Charles. "Just wanted to say good luck." He shook Lewis and Charles' hand.

"Thanks, man." Lewis smiled. Charles didn't say a word. Max quickly took that as a sign to leave, waving goodbye before he did.

"What was that?" Lewis mumbles. "You never ignore him." He looks over at Charles, who had his jaw tightened, eyes narrowed and body stiff.

"Just a different day." He said sharply, walking away.

"What the..." Lewis mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.

"It's a lot to explain." You say gently.

"Can we talk after the race?" He smirks.

"Sure." You grab a little piece of paper from next to you and grab a pen from your bag, writing your number down on it. "Dinner tonight?" You ask casually.

He let's out a small laugh. "Sure, I'll text you."

"Perfect." You walk away, walking over to the paddock club. You were walking up the staircase, entering a big room full of celebrities and special paddock people.

You got escorted to a small, two person table on the balcony to watch the race better. "Anything I can get you?" The gentleman asks.

"Just a water, please." He nods his head and walks away. Your gaze follows him, walking inside until it switches over to someone walking outside. Kelly.

You look away quickly, your eyes down at the track. All of the drivers lined up in their positions.

"Hi Y/n." Kelly says cheerfully, throwing out a quick fake smile. She sat down across from you, putting her purse on the table. You don't answer. You just keep your eyes on the track. You suddenly feel a small tap on your arm, making you look at her.

Her eyes are narrow. "I said hi."

"Hi." You say sharply.

"How have you been? After... everything?" He asks, bringing up memories from the past. Your waiter comes through with your glass of water just then.

"Can I please move?" You ask him.

"Is everything okay?" He asks worridly.

"I was seated here, supposed to be alone, but she came over here. And I don't feel comfortable with her near me." You say, looking at Kelly.

"Of course ma'am, come with me." He grabs your coat and purse for you, and you follow him to the other end of the balcony, somewhat lining up with the finish line. "We will make sure she doesn't sit with you again." He says gently.

"Thank you." You say, sitting down in the chair. You are tucked in the corner of the balcony, watching the drivers fly by lap after lap.

"Y/n Y/l/n, great to see you." A deep voice said. You look over to see Terry standing by your table.

"Terry." You smile, standing up to hug him. "How are you?"

"Great, How are you?"

"Good, you want to sit?" You ask.

"Sure, thanks." He sits down across from you, looking out at the track.

"It's great to see you again. It's been so long." You say.

"I know, When was it last? Miami?"

"Yeah."

"Are you still living out that way?" He asks.

"Yeah, but... I'm on the track a lot, my friend brings me." You say.

"I know, I wish I wasn't so busy so I could come to more races." he chuckles.

"The Terry Crews busy? Why don't I believe it?" You joke.

"I know, I know. I really need to clear out my schedule." He admits, putting his hands up.

Your waiter comes over to you slowly. "Ma'am are you okay?" He asks.

"Oh yeah, we are actually friends... this time." You say. He nods his head and walks away.

"I must be dangerous or something." Terry joked.

"No, it's not you... I had to move because Kelly thought she could just come over and sit with me out of the blue." You explain.

"Kelly Piquet?

"Yeah."

"You guys are still beefing?"

"Yeah... Don't think I'll ever get over it." You say sadly.

"Listen... if I was in your shoes, or if that happened to my wife. I wouldn't be so happy either."

"Well, it's not just that... it's the people around me, too. Like Charles, for example. He thinks that because what me and I are going through, he shouldn't be friends with Max. And- and I tell him that he can do what he wants, but he insists on not supporting them." You say, putting a hand up slightly.

"I understand that. Honestly, I think, from my perspective, what she did wasn't right... and posting it publicly on all of her platforms... that's just not something a grown adult should do. I mean, seriously. She's what? Thirty-five? That's pretty grown if you ask me." He says.

"Yeah... I didn't know we were in high school." You say.

"That's exactly what I was going to say. And it sucks because everybody in the world is out to get each other. It's like... one post from her, and everybody is on her side, not yours or whoever's. People believe the first thing they see."

"It sucks. Really. I don't understand like... we're all adults here. She had no right to make fun of my life like that."

He points at you slightly. "Too bad you can't make a song out of it or something."

You smirk, taking a sip of your drink.

"Oh shit." He leans back in his chair.

"You can't tell anyone though."

"I cross my heart and hope to die." He says, crossing his heart. "Can you tell some detail?"

"It's a song called 'A Lot.' A remix of 21 Savages' old song." You say.

"I've listened to it before. What part are you doing?"

"He added a part for me in between his and the chorus. We already sang it, but now we just need J. Cole in the studio, and that's it."

"That's awesome."

"Yeah... I only have a couple of lines, but they are like lines of my past." You take your phone out of your purse, pulling up the lyrics from your notes.

You slid your phone over to him, and he reads it:

"Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks

My heart so cold I could put it in my cup

Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us

Then you went and wrote a statement

And that really fucked me up

My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast

My brother got life and it turned me to the streets

I been through the storm and it turned me to a G

But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats."

"That's really good." He smiles. "I assume the 'Then you wrote a statement and that really fucked me up' line is about Kelly?"

"Yeah. I figured... how can make this about her, without mentioning her." You say.

"Smart. I will definitely listen to this when it comes out. I never even knew you, rap." He smiles.

"A little secret of mine. Have you done any new projects?" You ask.

"White Chicks two."

"I love that movie." You laugh.

"I know, honestly, I never I expected to agree on a second film."

"Old movies are making a comeback."

"They sure ar-"

"Excuse me." You look over to see Kelly standing at your table, twirling a piece of hair around her finger. "Do you mind if me and my friend have a chat?"

Terry looks at you and then back at Kelly. "Yes, actually, I do. We haven't seen each other in a while and I think it's important that we catch up." Terry said politely.

"It'll just be a second."

"Yes, but... you also see each other at every race. And in fact, you are also the woman who mocked her life, calling yourselves friends." He looks between you and Kelly, putting his hands up slightly in a calming way. "Now I don't want to start drama or anything, because I myself am here to have a good time but... she moved away from you-" She walked away whilst rolling her eyes.

"I am so sorry." You say.

"It's alright, trust me. You don't see half of it over on sets and everything." He smiles.

"I love that you were so polite, I seriously need lessons." You joke. You look down at the track, noticing the race was more than halfway over. Lando was in the lead. Charles was in fourteenth place, and Lewis was forth.

"Hamiltons doing good." Terry stated. You nod in agreement. "Have you met him?"

"Yeah, a few days ago, he's pretty nice." You say.

"Pretty nice, you should talk to him about all of the movements and charities he does- it'll put something in common between you two."

"What kind of movement?" You look back at him.

"Mission 44, about empowering young people in school who are having a tough time. Harlem's children Zone focuses on families and children who are less fortunate in New York City. Great Ormond Street Hospital, a children's hospital in London. UNICEF focuses on children's rights. There's a couple more, but... he does a lot." He says.

"Damn... I need to up my game." You say.

"Are you still involved with the women's rights charity?" He asks.

"Yeah, I actually got promoted to a leader in there. It's quite nice."

"Congratulations. See? Already upping your game." He smiles.

You look down at the track again, one more lap as the drivers all zoom by you. "Yeah, I know, right?"

"Well, I'm going to go down to the garages. Will I see you in Ferrari?" He asks, standing up.

"Actually, can I go with you?"

"Yeah of course."

You get up and walk out of the paddock club together. You walk downstairs and back behind the garages. You step in the Ferrari garage just as the horn blows, signaling the race was over.

Lando had won. They all made their way around the track, Lewis being the first to pull in front of the garage. Charles pulled in shortly after, not making his lap around.

Charles got out of his car, putting his helmet in it gently. You give him a worried look, to which he nodded his head and mouthed 'all good.'

"Hey man, you did great." Terry said, hugging lewis who was now standing in front of you. Charles slowly walks over to the three of you.

"You did great." You smile at Lewis.

"Thank you." He says politely.

You hug Charles when he reaches you. "You did great, too."

"Thanks."

"Leclerc, we need your input over here." Xavier asked suddenly.

Charles gave him a confuses look. "Sure."

Xavier then looked at you. "Y/l/n, you too."

"Okay." You say slowly. You follow behind Xavier and Charles to Charles car, who was being disabled by the team.

"What problems did you say you had?" Xavier asked, grabbing a notebook and pen.

"Uh- yeah, well, the halo came off... on the corner first of all. And I don't know what it is, but when I hit the side of the track, the car bounced more than it does. It almost sent me flying off the track. And the wing, the front one I could see it move as I drive, even though I didn't crash. The brakes were off. I don't know if that was the rain, but they have felt off for the last couple of races."

Xavier was writing everything Charles was spilling out.

"The paddles are acting weird. They stick. The DRS... someone told me to use it, and I did, and it got me further behind... so."

"Alright." Xavier finishes his notes. "What can you tell us about this y/n?"

"Why me?"

"Just... want your imput." He smirks.

"Well... i think the responsible thing to do with the halo is to get a new one. If you glue it or... whatever, that could just lead to more problems that you really don't need. So- and I assume you don't want those problems. The suspension is too low." You look at Charles. "Which is why you almost flew off the track." You look back at Xavier.

"You want to raise the suspension. By the looks of it only a little bit, not just enough, so it grazes the curb, a little more than that. It may give you less speed, but you can easily fix that by a whole new wing. Treat it as if he had gotten crashed into. Just a little damage can send the wing flying in the next race, which we should all know is not good." By now, Lewis and Terry had come up, standing behind you.

You cross your arms, aimlessly pointing around the room. "And I don't know who the fuck told him to use the DRS but you might want to have a talk with them because using it in the rain, along with a safety car, not the smartest move out there. He could've been dead in a second if not timed, right? That's why he fell behind... even more. So definitely go through your cameras and find whoever that wad cause that... was really fucking stupid. Then brakes... could have been from the rain but seeing as it's been a problem. Their either to loose or to tight."

"It's kind of hard to use them." Charles adds in.

"Too tight. So loosen those, just a little bit, or, once again, he'll go off track. Lift the car, and you'll be able to spot it easily. The paddles might not be an easy fix. If they stick... could be because of the heat. If not, you might need to loosen them, but that will take a lot. If you've never done it, so... maybe just a new wheel entirely. But if you are crazy smart and somehow know how to work your magic, then do it. Because it takes a lot just to take it apart, and get a screwdriver in there and possibly not even find what you are looking for. It would honestly be easier to get a new wheel, hook all of it up and... be done." You stop slowly, looking around as all eyes are on you. The garage went silent, some with shocked expressions, some with smirks. Lewis was one with a big smirk plastered on his face.

"Girl, you smart as hell!" Terry says, patting you on the shoulder.

"Good work, Y/l/n." Xavier looked at you with a smile and then to the rest of the garage. "Here that? Everyone needs to get to work on this car ASAP." He says loudly.

"Oh my god." Charles slowly looked at you. "How?"

"Guess I'm just smart." You say proudly.

"And your father was a mechanic." He adds on.

"But I am still smart. Standing here... everyone looking at me like a deer in headlights wondering, 'How the hell does she know this?'" You pause, pointing to your temple. "Paying attention." You whsiper.

Terry laughs slowly. "I like her. Girls got fire."

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