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kitten dad | Kuroo Tetsuro

or when your persian princess get pregnant by the black tomcat of the hot neighbor

-> post timeskip Kuroo Tetsuro X fem! reader | strangers to lovers

-> wordcount: 7.5k

-> tags: soft nsfw close to the end, sloooow burn, mutual pinning, post timeskip

@ anni says: I had to take this out of my head. already thinking about part two. let me know if it's too much bc I found it very dragged, idk. hope you enjoy

Marching torwards your neighbor door, you question yourself how is that even possible.

Your cat, Lola, a white persian, lies lazily on the animal carrier, and you huff annoyed, looking at her.

“I thought you hated other cats, you little troublemaker” — you mumble to the cat like she can understand you. And for her lazy grumbling, you know she can.

You knock on the white door three times. It’s late enough for the guy already be at home from work, but not late enough for him to be sleeping, you think in your head, looking at the 20:37 appearing at your watch. He’s a corporate worker like yourself, you saw him many times in the elevator with his suit and tie and his badge—

You were dry cut mid thought by the door opening, and the delicious scent of musky soap invading your senses.

Kuroo is standing, puzzled, wearing grey sweatpants and a black tank top, slightly wet hair, tilting his head. The girl next door, he thinks to himself.

He had seen you around countless times on the common areas, in the elevator, in the pool in a skimpy bikini, even at the gym. But what could you possibly be doing on his door?

You look at him, allowing your eyes to fall in his figure for miliseconds, enough to take notice of his strong biceps on show. Scrumptious. Then you focus back on his face.

“Hi, neighbor. Your cat just impregnated my kitty.”

He just looks at you for a couple seconds, his eyes slightly widening as the words slowly sunk on his brain.

“Excuse me?” — He asked, blinking. He’s either really tired or you are saying the most unlikely thing ever, and he didn’t know what is worse.

You squint, still a little annoyed, but slowly getting amused.

"Sorry the suddenness... you're the owner of that black short-haired cat, aren't you?"

You ask, and as if on cue, the little fella appeared strutting and mumbling a grumble behind Kuroo's legs, apparently curious of who's in the door

Kuroo looks down at the cat and then back at you, his eyes widening a bit as realization sank in.

“Ah— yes…” He says slowly, his eyebrows knitting in a frown. “This is Loki, yeah”.

He looked down at the cat again, who is now sitting and looking up at you with his big, yellow eyes, as if he knew exactly what you were about to say.

Kuroo crouched down to scratch behind Loki’s ears, his lips quirking into an amused grin.

“Looks like someone had a productive week,” he said dryly, casting a glance back up at you.

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Productive? That’s one way to put it. My vet bill is going to be very productive, thanks to him.”

Kuroo straightened up, the movement drawing your eyes to the way his tank top stretched across his chest. You swallowed quickly and forced your gaze to his face— a smirking face, of course.

“Alright, I guess I owe you an apology?” he said, leaning casually against the doorframe. “Though, to be fair, it takes two to tango. Maybe your girl couldn’t resist Loki’s charm.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his playful boldness. “Excuse me? My Lola is a lady of standards.”

“Clearly,” Kuroo said with a teasing edge, his smirk deepening. “I mean, look at Loki—absolute catch.”

You tried not to laugh, but a small snort escaped, and you covered it with a cough. “Okay, fine. Maybe they��re both to blame. But seriously, I thought she hated other cats. I didn’t even know they interacted.”

“Cats are sneaky like that,” he replied, shrugging, his tone light but his gaze lingering on you for just a second too long. You felt a strange warmth creep up your neck and mentally cursed him for being so... distracting.

“Well,” you started, clearing your throat and glancing down at Lola, who was now staring at Loki with her usual haughty expression, “Anyways. Just wanted to let you know that. And to ask if you know anyone who might want some… persian mixed kittens? I figure that the least you could do is help me find a home for them after they born”

Kuroo raised an eyebrow, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. “You’re already putting me to work, huh? I didn’t realize Loki’s charm would come with responsibilities.”

You shot him a flat look, though the corners of your lips twitched. “You do realize this is partially your fault, right? Or are you just going to let me deal with a whole litter of kittens by myself?”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Alright, fair enough. Consider me on kitten duty.” His smirk softened into something a bit more sincere. “I’ll help however I can. They are Loki’s kids, after all.”

Something about the way he said it, the playful yet genuine tone, made your resolve to stay annoyed falter. Maybe he wasn’t so bad after all.

“Good,” you said, a little less stern this time. “You can start by helping me figure out where to set up for them. I don’t have much space in my apartment.”

Kuroo’s grin returned in full force. “So what I’m hearing is... you’re inviting me over?”

Your eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by his boldness, but you recovered quickly, giving him a pointed look, raising your eyebrows smugly. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, neighbor. This is strictly business.”

He laughed, the sound low and warm, and you hated how much you liked it. “Strictly business, got it.”

Loki chose that moment to rub up against Kuroo’s leg, his tail swishing as he let out a satisfied purr. Lola, still sitting primly in her carrier, let out an indignant grumble in response.

“Seems like they’ve got a complicated relationship,” Kuroo remarked, glancing down at the cats. “Enemies? Lovers? Frenemies?”

You rolled your eyes, though a small smile tugged at your lips. “Let’s just call them… complicated.”

“Works for me,” he said with a wink, straightening up. “Complicated relationships are kind of my specialty.”

Before you could respond—because what could you say to that without your brain short-circuiting?—Kuroo kept going: “I’ll check around to see if anyone’s interested in adopting some kittens,” he added casually. “Can I have your phone number? You know… to discuss kitten details?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, catching the glint of mischief in his tone. You said back with a mocking hint of disbelief. “Uh-huh. Kitten details. Sure.”

Kuroo raised his hands in mock innocence, the smirk still playing on his lips. “Strictly business, remember?”

You rolled your eyes but relented, pulling your phone out of your pocket. “Fine. Give me your phone.”

He handed it over without hesitation, and you quickly typed in your number, labeling yourself as Kitten Lady. When you handed it back, Kuroo glanced at the screen and let out a laugh.

“Kitten Lady? That’s what we’re going with?”

You shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “Fits the situation, doesn’t it? Unless you’d prefer something more creative, like Annoyed Neighbor Who’s Stuck With Your Cat’s Consequences.”

“I think Kitten Lady has a nicer ring to it,” he said, his grin widening.

You shook your head, trying to ignore the way his playful energy was starting to chip away at your annoyance. “Alright, then. I guess I’ll be hearing from you soon, Kitten Dad.”

Kuroo raised an eyebrow at the nickname but didn’t argue. “Kitten Dad, huh? I’ll take it. Has a nice familial touch to it.”

You sighed, stepping back toward your door with Lola in tow. “Goodnight, Neighbor,”

“Goodnight, Kitten Lady,” he replied smoothly, leaning against the doorframe as he watched you retreat.

As you reached your door, you couldn’t help but glance back over your shoulder. He was still standing there, Loki in his arms, one hand casually rubbing behind Loki’s ears, his eyes locked on you with an unreadable expression.

You quickly looked away, fumbling with your keys and stepping into your apartment, shutting the door behind you. Leaning against it, you let out a slow breath, placing Lola’s carrier on the floor and opening the little grid door.

Lola meowed lazily, peeking out of the carrier as if she were judging you.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you muttered, setting the carrier down and letting her out.

Lola stretched and sauntered off, clearly unimpressed.

You rubbed your temples, already feeling the beginnings of a headache. This was going to be a long few weeks, wasn’t it?

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Across the hall, Kuroo closed his door with a quiet chuckle, looking down at Loki, who was now lounging contentedly on the floor.

“Well, buddy,” he said, crouching down to scratch under Loki’s chin. “Looks like you’ve caused some chaos.”

Loki purred in response, blinking up at him with an air of smug satisfaction.

Kuroo leaned back against the door, a small smile lingering on his lips as he pulled his phone out to save your number properly. His thumb hovered over the screen for a moment as he read Kitten Lady 🐾.

He stared at it for a beat longer, that grin of his softening slightly. This might just get interesting.

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Surprisingly enough —or don’t— he was the one to text first just a day later. You’re at work, sipping coffee after a meeting, scrambling some papers on your desk when your phone buzzed. The Kitten Dad name made you squint your eyes.

Kitten Dad: Hey, goodday sweetheart. You good? Just got asked when is little Lola due. A friend from work might be interested in having one of the kitties.

I look at the text. A friend from work? He text and I can’t help but imagine how is he at work. Is he a manager? A head? A director? Which department is he from? If I had to guess I would say Sales — he’s charismatic enough to sell sand in the desert.

I huff in annoyance with my own train of thought. Why am I thinking so hard about it? I take my phone to answer.

Kitten Lady 🐾: Hey. Vet said she’s due two weeks from now.

The response was simple, straightforward. Yet, as you set your phone down, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d sounded too curt. No, you told yourself firmly. It’s just a text. No need to overthink.

But then, your phone buzzed again, and against your better judgment, you snatched it up almost immediately.

Kitten Dad: Two weeks, huh? That’s soon. Let me know if you need help setting things up for her. I’m practically a cat expert now.

You bit back a smile. Cat expert, huh? You could practically see that cocky smirk on his face, the same one he’d worn when he leaned in the doorframe last night.

Kitten Lady 🐾: Oh, are you? Should I start calling you Dr. Meow?

It took less than a minute for his reply to come through.

Kitten Dad: Has a nice ring to it. Or Cat Whisperer. Either works.

You let out a small laugh, earning a confused look from a passing coworker. Quickly composing yourself, you turned back to your desk, cheeks warming for no apparent reason.

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By the time you got home that evening, you were surprised to find Kuroo opening his door, like he was waiting for you to arrive to leave and talk to you. He was holding a small, rectangular package in his hands and greeted you with his signature grin as he walked torwads you and your door as you opened it.

“Evening, Kitten Lady,” he said smoothly. “Perfect timing.”

You blinked, shifting your bag onto your shoulder. “Uh, hey? What’s that?”

“Thought I’d swing by and help with that whole ‘setting up for Lola’ thing,” he said, holding up the package. “Got a starter kit—fluffy blankets, soft toys, and some other stuff. Figured it might make her more comfortable when the kittens arrive.”

You stared at him, stunned. For all the teasing and smug remarks, you hadn’t expected this. “You… bought stuff for Lola?”

“Well, yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck almost sheepishly. “I mean, it’s partially Loki’s fault, right? I can’t exactly leave you hanging.”

For a moment, you didn’t know what to say. There was a sincerity in his tone that caught you off guard. He wasn’t just trying to charm his way out of responsibility—he was actually being… thoughtful.

“That’s… really nice of you,” you said finally, unlocking your door. “Thanks, Kuroo.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said, following you inside.

Lola, as always, was lounging regally on the couch, barely sparing Kuroo and Loki—who had, unsurprisingly, followed him to your place unbothered—a passing glance.

“She really does act like a queen, doesn’t she?” Kuroo said, setting the box down and kneeling to unpack its contents.

“She’s earned it,” you replied, watching as he pulled out a fluffy blanket and a tiny cat bed. “I mean, look at her. She’s unbothered by everything.”

“Clearly,” he said, glancing over his shoulder with a smirk. “She didn’t even flinch when Loki walked in like he owns the place.”

You snorted, crossing your arms. “She’s probably plotting her revenge for him ruining her peace.”

Kuroo laughed, the sound warm and easy, and you found yourself smiling despite yourself. He had a way of making everything feel light, even when you wanted to stay annoyed.

“Alright,” he said, turning back to the task at hand. “Where do you want this stuff? I’ll help you set up her little kitten corner.”

You hesitated for a moment, but eventually pointed to a cozy nook near the window. “Over there, I guess. She likes the sun.”

“Got it,” he said, grabbing the blanket and bed.

As you watched him work, his movements uncharacteristically focused, you couldn’t help but wonder: was this the same guy who smirked at you in elevators and flirted shamelessly by his door? Because right now, he looked… different. Softer, somehow.

“You know,” you said after a moment, “you’re surprisingly good at this whole ‘cat dad’ thing.”

He looked up, his grin returning. “What can I say? I have hidden talents.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips. Maybe this arrangement wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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The kitten corner was finally set up, and Lola had already claimed her throne atop the soft new bed. Loki, meanwhile, was having the time of his life pawing at one of the dangling toys Kuroo had brought over, batting it around like a tiny predator.

You were in the kitchen, rummaging through your cabinets for something to fix up while Kuroo lounged on the couch. The sound of his laughter floated through the room, warm and unrestrained, as Loki miscalculated a jump and landed in a comically undignified sprawl.

“You weren’t kidding about him being a troublemaker,” you called over your shoulder, smiling to yourself as you grabbed a couple of glasses and a bottle of wine you’d been saving for some occasion. This felt good enough.

“Hey, he’s a charming troublemaker,” Kuroo countered, his voice carrying an easy humor. “Loki’s got personality. You can’t fault him for that.”

You rolled your eyes, pouring the wine. “If by ‘personality,’ you mean a complete lack of grace, then sure.”

“Hey now,” he said, mock-defensive, “I’ll have you know he’s a highly sophisticated creature.”

Turning with the glasses in hand, you walked back to the couch and handed him one, tilting your head toward Loki, who was currently tangled in the blanket he’d been pouncing on. “Yeah, I can see the sophistication from here.”

Kuroo snorted, taking the glass from you with a murmured “Thanks,” before shifting to make room for you to sit. You settled cross-legged into the cushion next to him, a comfortable silence falling as you both watched the cats in their oddly synchronized chaos.

“So,” you said after a moment, swirling the wine in your glass, “what do you actually do? Besides spoil Loki and crash your neighbor’s evening.”

Kuroo grinned, taking a slow sip before answering. “I’m a PR manager for the promotion division at JVA. Basically, I work with the teams that keep the company and our sponsors happy. Events, campaigns, all that good stuff.”

You raised an eyebrow, genuinely impressed. “JVA? As in the Japan Volleyball Association?”

“That’s the one,” he said, flashing a toothy grin. “Biggest name in the game. It’s a lot of work, but I like it. Keeps me on my toes.”

“Wow,” you said, nodding. “That actually explains a lot. You’ve got that… people-person vibe.”

“Oh?” he teased, leaning back against the couch. “And what vibe is that, exactly?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “You know. Smooth talker, always charming. Classic PR type.”

Kuroo chuckled, resting his arm casually along the back of the couch. “I’ll take that as a compliment. What about you? What’s the story with… what do you do, again?”

“Marketing manager,” you said, shrugging. “Different industry, same chaos. I work for a firm that handles branding for retail clients. It’s mostly brainstorming ad campaigns and arguing over budgets.”

“Sounds intense,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “But you’re good at it, huh?”

You blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. “I mean, I guess. I like it. It’s creative, and it keeps me busy.”

“Busy’s good,” he said, nodding. “But it doesn’t leave much time for stuff like this, huh?”

You glanced at him, unsure what he meant, but his gaze was fixed on the cats now. Lola was swatting half-heartedly at Loki, who had resumed his enthusiastic assault on the dangling toy.

“No,” you admitted softly, swirling the wine in your glass again. “Not really. I guess I don’t usually let myself slow down.”

Kuroo looked at you then, his gaze steady but unreadable. “Well,” he said after a moment, his voice lighter again, “it’s a good thing you’ve got me to force some downtime on you, huh?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Oh, is that what this is? A public service?”

“Exactly,” he said with mock seriousness, raising his glass in a toast. “Here’s to kitten diplomacy and responsible downtime.”

You clinked your glass against his, unable to hide your smile. “Cheers to that.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, you allowed yourself to relax. The warmth of the wine, the sound of his laughter, and the soft chaos of the cats were all more comforting than you’d expected. Maybe Kuroo wasn’t just a charming troublemaker after all.

And maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind him crashing your evening.

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Two glasses of wine in, and you were feeling a little loose, the warm buzz in your cheeks spreading to your limbs. The evening had been lighthearted—talking about work, random anecdotes, and occasional jokes about the cats and their ridiculous antics.

You were now sitting cross-legged on the couch, your messy bun more of a loose cluster than a tidy knot, strands of hair falling against your flushed cheeks. You animatedly gestured with your hands, describing some recent event at work. Kuroo is now leaning forward with that usual relaxed, playful energy that made you forget there was anyone else in the room.

“—and I swear, if I have to sit through one more ‘group synergy’ meeting, I’ll scream,” you finished with a dramatic sigh, dropping back onto the couch, rolling your eyes.

Kuroo snickered, leaning back, arms crossing behind his head as he relaxed. “Group synergy? That sounds like a nightmare. You really don’t like your coworkers, do you?”

You shot him a teasing glare, settling deeper into the couch. “I’m professional, I swear. But, seriously, it’s the worst. A whole hour, and not one person had anything worth saying. They spent half the time discussing what color the logo should be on our next campaign. I almost fell asleep.”

“Well, at least the logo’s going to look great,” Kuroo teased, reaching for his glass and taking a casual sip.

You snorted and looked at him sideways, the wine making you more comfortable than you intended. “You’re one to talk. You’ve probably sat through worse in PR. What’s the worst meeting you’ve ever had to deal with?”

Kuroo tilted his head, thinking. “Hmm, I guess the worst was this entire week-long campaign brainstorming session where we just talked about the idea but never actually did anything. People in that room were like… walking around in their own little PR bubbles. I nearly lost my mind.”

“Is that why you’re so laid-back now? You survived that chaos and just decided to become a permanent chill vibe?”

“Exactly,” he said, grinning. “I figured if I could survive that and still be sane, I deserve to kick back a little.”

You shook your head, still grinning. “I can’t believe you’ve been in that world for so long. You must have some stories.”

Kuroo’s eyes sparkled with mischief, and you realized you might’ve just opened a can of worms. “Oh, definitely. A lot of interesting ones. You know, the kind where you end up questioning your life choices. And not only work-related.

You raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. “You’re gonna have to elaborate on that.”

He leaned in, his voice taking on a more conspiratorial tone. “Alright, alright. So, there was this one relationship I had.” He started, and you raise one eyebrow, not expecting him to just switch from work to personal relationship so quickly “She was a wild ride—great at first, but things got a little… crazy. Started out all perfect, you know? But then she started bringing up wedding ideas after a couple of months, and I’m like, ‘Whoa, hold up.’”

You laughed, raising your glass, poiting at him, remembering the topic from earlier, but not entirely knowing the story. “Wait, wait—this is the ex who nearly got you to the altar?”

“Yup,” Kuroo said with a smirk, swirling his glass, “but I guess she wasn’t the ‘I Do’ type, if you know what I mean.” He winked, and the playful lilt in his voice had you biting back a smile.

“No way. Did she have one of those ‘we need to talk’ moments?”

He nodded dramatically. “Oh, she sure did. But instead of talking, she got me into a whole emotional spiral. I was supposed to pick out wedding rings, and I—” He cut himself off with a laugh, shaking his head. “I mean, talk about commitment issues. You would have thought I was getting married to someone else the way she freaked out.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “That’s insane. What did you do?”

“Well, after a long string of very loud discussions, I ended up booking a solo trip to Thailand for some ‘soul-searching.’ I didn’t come back with a ring, but I did come back with a lot of souvenirs and a much-needed reality check.”

Your lips curled into a smile, impressed. “I mean, I don’t blame you. That sounds like a red flag festival.”

“Exactly.” Kuroo leaned back, letting out a chuckle. “I don’t think she ever quite understood why I ghosted her after that.”

You shrugged, a teasing glint in your eyes. “Well, sounds like you dodged a bullet. She was probably a headache.”

“Oh, definitely,” he said with a wink. “But, hey, I’m better for it. You live and you learn, right?”

Your expression softened, just for a moment. “Yeah, I guess so. Can’t say I’ve been any better at picking ideal relationships either.”

Kuroo’s gaze flickered to you for a moment, and the sudden shift in the air wasn’t lost on either of you. You could feel the tension coil between you, subtle but undeniable. He tilted his head, his tone more curious.

“You’ve had your fair share of messy affairs?”

You shrugged nonchalantly, but your fingers fidgeted with your wine glass. “I mean, I was in an office relationship once. It was… well, it was a disaster, to be honest. Started out all hot and heavy, you know? But once we hit that *‘what’s next?’* phase, everything went south.”

“Office romances are always a gamble,” he said, voice quieter now. “Especially when someone can’t handle the post-work hours realities.”

You let out a soft laugh, but there was a certain edge to it. “Yeah, and the worst part? I thought we were solid. But he ended up freaking out when things got serious. Real ‘let’s keep it casual’ kind of guy.”

There it was again—the unspoken weight in the air. You could feel it creeping closer, like the world had just tilted slightly. You were both leaning in, caught in this space where the conversation could go anywhere—or nowhere.

“Funny how that happens,” Kuroo murmured, his gaze drifting from your eyes to your lips and back again.

You swallowed hard, lips slightly parted, suddenly aware of how close he was. “Yeah,” you said softly, the atmosphere thickening. “Funny…”

A long beat of silence followed. Then, as if the universe itself had just cleared its throat, Kuroo’s smirk deepened, and he leaned back slightly, breaking the tension just enough to let you both breathe again.

“Well, at least you didn’t nearly get engaged,” he said with a teasing grin. “I think that takes the cake on ‘bad decisions’.”

You shook your head with a soft laugh, relieved for the lighthearted tone again. “I’d be so much better at picking next time,” you said, looking at him with a sly grin. “I think I’ve learned my lesson.”

Kuroo raised an eyebrow, his gaze flickering down to your lips once more. “Oh? What exactly does that lesson look like?”

You felt the heat of his gaze, and the sudden closeness seemed to make the space between you shrink even further. The way he was looking at you, the slight tilt of his head—it was almost like he was waiting for you to make the next move. It made your heart skip a beat.

You cleared your throat, forcing yourself to focus, but it was hard to ignore the way your body seemed to lean in just a little closer, drawn to him like a magnet. “Maybe…” you began slowly, your voice soft but carrying the weight of something unspoken, “maybe I’ll go for someone who doesn’t have a one-way ticket to Crazy Town.”

Kuroo’s lips curled into a half-smile, but it wasn’t as playful anymore. There was a hint of something else lurking beneath. He leaned in, ever so slightly, as if testing the waters. “You know,” he said quietly, “sometimes, a little bit of crazy isn’t always a bad thing.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “Is that so?” You met his gaze head-on, not backing down, but feeling your pulse pick up.

“Yeah,” Kuroo replied, his voice lower now, his tone shifting, “sometimes it’s just the right kind of chaos that makes things… interesting.” His eyes never left yours as he spoke, the words heavy with an almost tangible tension.

For a moment, the space between you seemed to dissolve entirely, and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was this close to crossing that line. The line you both knew was there, but neither of you had acknowledged it yet.

“Is that what you’re offering?” you teased lightly, though you could hear the slight quiver in your own voice.

Kuroo’s smirk widened just slightly, but the warmth in his eyes remained. “Maybe…” His voice trailed off, but the way he said it made you feel like there was more to it, like he was almost daring you to take it further.

You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in just a little, your lips almost brushing as you whispered, “Maybe I’m not sure if I want to risk another ‘chaos’ just yet.”

Kuroo's gaze dropped to your lips for the briefest moment, and you could feel the charged atmosphere shifting. The space between you was narrowing faster than either of you could pretend it wasn’t. He leaned in a fraction more, and his breath was warm against your skin. “Maybe… that’s a risk worth taking,” he murmured, his voice now barely above a whisper.

Your heart raced, the distance between you two was practically nonexistent now. You could feel the heat of his body, his presence taking up all the space in the room. The playful teasing was gone—replaced by something far more intimate. More dangerous. His hand reached out, brushing your hair back from your face with a tenderness that had your breath catching in your throat.

Before you could respond, Kuroo's fingers slid gently down your jaw, and his thumb lightly grazed your bottom lip. The gesture was simple, but it felt like the world had stopped. The kiss was inevitable now.

Slowly, almost too slowly, he tilted his head, his lips brushing against yours in the softest, most deliberate way. The touch was electric, sending a spark of heat rushing through your veins. You were almost caught off-guard by the intensity of it, but it didn’t take long for your lips to part, inviting him closer.

His hand found the back of your neck, pulling you in deeper, as the kiss grew more urgent, more demanding. The world around you melted away, the only thing left was the heat between you two. His lips moved with a teasing confidence, making sure you felt every second of it.

His tongue lapped on your wet cave like a thirsty man that haven’t seen water in years, and the sweet taste of wine made your head spin, chasing his own tongue in a soft sucking move that drove him insane.

When he finally broke the kiss, his forehead rested against yours, both of you trying to catch your breath. His lips curled into that familiar, mischievous grin. “Guess that’s one way to make a decision,” he said, voice low and raspy.

You opened your eyes to find him watching you, eyes darkened with something more than playfulness. There was still a hint of the teasing smile on his lips, but now it was accompanied by something far more tempting.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice a little breathless, “I think I’m starting to see what you mean by chaos.”

He chuckled, his hand still on your neck, fingers tracing small, absent circles on your skin. “Well, I’m not all bad at it,” he said with a wink. Without warning, Kuroo tugged gently on your arm, pulling you toward him until you were no longer leaning back on the couch. Before you could fully process it, you were perched on his lap, straddling him with your knees on either side of his thighs, the space between you two completely gone.

For a moment, you just sat there, a little stunned by how naturally it all happened. His hands slid to your waist, holding you firmly in place as his gaze swept over you. “You look better here,” he said, his voice deep, eyes never leaving yours.

You couldn’t help but laugh, trying to hide the sudden nerves that started to bubble up in your stomach. “Well, this is a bit of an upgrade.” You gave him a teasing smile, your hands resting on his shoulders, but the tension between you was palpable now.

Kuroo’s fingers tightened just slightly on your waist, his expression turning more serious. “Better be careful. We’re both dangerously close to making some bad decisions here.”

“Are you trying to scare me off?” You tilted your head, the edge of a challenge in your tone, but deep down, you weren’t sure whether you wanted him to back off or pull you even closer.

“Nope,” Kuroo said, his lips curling into a grin as he gently tugged you even closer, your body now pressed against his. “Just making sure you know exactly what you’re getting into.”

Before you could respond, Kuroo’s lips found yours again—hungry, a little less playful this time, but just as consuming. Your body reacted immediately, the heat between you two igniting in an instant. There was no more teasing, no more games. The only thing that mattered was the feel of his lips on yours, the way his hands gripped your hips, pulling you even closer, if that was possible.

When he finally broke the kiss again, he exhaled slowly, resting his forehead against yours. “You sure you want to keep going?” he whispered, his voice low, but there was no mistaking the desire in it.

You grinned, your fingers brushing against the stubble on his jaw, the touch almost affectionate now, despite the electricity between you. “I think,” you said slowly, your lips curling into a mischievous smile, “I’m already in too deep.”

Kuroo’s eyes darkened, his grip tightening on your waist as his smirk returned, cocky and satisfied. “Good. Because I’m just getting started.”

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The make out session felt like it went on for hours straight. Enough for Loki and Lola engross themselves in the biggest nap, both balls of fur tangled on the fluffy bed.

One of Kuroo’s hand is sliding up your thigh, his long, slender and strong fingers slightly entering the hem of your cotton shorts, squeezing the flesh in his palm. His free arm is sneaked around your waist, pushing you flush against him on the couch as he spreads his legs, making yours spread in the process.

Your hair is as messy as it can get, your cheeks are flushed, your eyes are darkened and dilated, your white dress shirt have three buttons open and is half slid down your shoulder, exposing just a teasing piece of your black lacy bra, making the cleavage a white canvas for his lips to paint with soft red marks.

In swift subtle moves, your body unconsciously grinds down on his hard erection strained through his pants, offering a delicious type of friction that sends a wave of pleasure through your bodies and is both a torment and a relief. The movement makes Kuroo groan inside your mouth, and you swallow his noises like it can feed you phisiologically speaking.

You two are like a couple of horny teenagers dry humping each other on the couch and almost completely out of it. Almost.

That’s when a couple of knocks and a door bell incessantly ringing filled both your ears. Not from your place, but from Kuroo’s. And he groans deeply.

He completely forgot the boy’s night he planned hosting with Bokuto and Kenma in his place, and he mentally curses the past Kuroo Tetsuro for his life choices. But how can he had antecipated that a cat visit to spoil Lola and Loki’s future offspring would end up in his hot neighbor straddling his lap like a five course meal?

When his phone started buzzing on your coffee table with “owl guy” on the screen, he shouted from under you a “I’m coming, damn it”, more huffed and annoyed than he would like, but he didn’t care at the moment.

The scream pacified the guy out there for now, and he collapsed his head on the crook of your neck, mumbling against your skin.

“I gotta go, apparently” — he said while placing soft kisses on your skin, trying to come down from the high and dissipate the intensity between you. You hummed, already resigned with the fate that the momentum between you ended.

“Mkay…” You said, nuzzling in his hair, breathing in the scent of his musky shampoo, trying to tattoo it on your memory. “Go before the guy out there lose his patience,”

He huffed a chuckle on your neck, making you shiver, and you proceed to desintangle yourself from his lap as he stands up. Now standing, Kuroo whistle to Loki, calling him with a soft “Come on, boy” that makes you want it was meant for you. The black cat stands up with his ears perked up, slowly walking behind Kuroo.

You two don’t bid goodbye, not feeling the need to, and the things feel even more unfinished than ever.

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As Kuroo leaves your door, hair messy, traces of smeared pink lipstick on his lips, his jaw and his neck, ragged breath, wrinkled clothes, Bokuto’s eyes widen and he tilted his head like he’s trying to solve a puzzle.

“I…” Bokuto started, looking from his door to the door he left “Bro, did I miss your door?”

Kuroo just rolled his eyes, trying to hide a smug smile, walking torwards his door to enter, not bothering answer his question, making the owl guy let out a boisterous laugh

“Ohoho, boy’s night just got a hot topic!”

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Kuroo’s splashed in his couch, sipping from a bottle of water, while Bokuto is sitting on the counter stool, sipping one of Kuroo’s fancy scotches, looking at Kuroo with a funny face.

“Wait, bro, let me see if I got this straight… Your cat… banged the hot neighbor’s cat.. And now you’re doing the same?” Bokuto summarized the story that Kuroo just told him.

“That… sounded… animalistic”

Bokuto snorted, nearly spilling his drink. "Oh, come on, bro. You can’t tell me it’s not poetic. It’s like… fate. Two star-crossed lovers”

Kuroo sighed, rubbing his face with one hand while reaching for his own drink with the other. “First of all, no. Don’t call it fate. Second, Loki didn’t ‘fall in love.’ He just knocked up her cat, and now I’m stuck playing awkward in-law.”

Bokuto wiggled his eyebrows. “And you accidentally ended up in a heavy make-out session with said cat’s owner?”

Kuroo shot him a deadpan look. “Yes, Bokuto. That’s exactly how it happened. I tripped and landed with my tongue in her mouth.”

Bokuto gasped, clutching his chest dramatically. “That’s insane! How’d you even keep your balance?”

Kuroo exhaled through his nose, dragging a hand down his face. “I hate you.”

Kenma, who had been half-listening while scrolling through his phone, finally spoke up from the other end of the couch, locking the phone and tossing on the coffee table. “So, are you actually into her, or was this just the wine?”

Kuroo opened his mouth, then closed it. A beat passed. Then another.

Bokuto leaned forward like he could smell the hesitation. “Ohhh, you like her.”

Kuroo groaned, tilting his head back against the couch. “I never said that.”

Kenma didn’t even glance up from his phone. “You didn’t have to.”

Bokuto grinned wildly. “Dude, you totally do. You’ve been all ‘hot neighbor this, hot neighbor that’ for months, and now you’re sitting here, looking like you just crawled out of a romance novel—messy hair, lipstick all over you, breathing like you ran a marathon—”

“Alright,” Kuroo cut in, pointing a warning finger. “I met her yesterday. There’s nothing there. We’re done with this conversation.”

Kuroo rolled his eyes at the topic, but his mind was already back at your place, back to the way you felt on his lap, the taste of wine lingering between kisses, and the way your fingers had tangled in his hair like you belonged there.

Yeah, he was screwed.

Bokuto smirked behind his glass. “You know that’s sus, bro. You never not wanna talk about the girls you hook up, sometimes you even share too much for our ears sake. And now you’re done with this conversation? Weird as hell. Are you high on catnip or something?”

Kuroo scoffed, taking a slow sip of his water, trying to ignore the way his ears burned at Bokuto’s words. “I just don’t feel like giving you two a play-by-play of my night, alright? Not everything is meant for your entertainment.”

Bokuto gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “Kuroo Tetsuro, keeping a secret? Scandalous.”

Kenma hummed, eyes narrowingskeptically. “It’s either serious or embarrassing. Either way, he’s hiding something.”

Kuroo groaned, running a hand through his already-messy hair. “Oh my god, can we talk about something else?”

Bokuto, ignoring him completely, turned to Kenma. “Serious and embarrassing is my guess. I mean, look at him—he’s got that ‘I just realized I have a crush’ face.”

Kenma finally looked up, golden eyes scanning Kuroo for a long, quiet second. Then, with the precision of a seasoned gamer landing a final headshot, he muttered with a smug smile, “You’re overthinking it already, aren’t you?”

Kuroo opened his mouth, but no words came out. His jaw tightened.

Bokuto’s grin widened. “Ohhh, he is.”

Kuroo scowled, sinking deeper into the couch. He hated how well they knew him. He hated even more that they weren’t wrong. His brain had been stuck replaying the feel of you against him, the way your breath had hitched when he’d gripped your thigh, the way your lips had parted right before he kissed you again— everything seemingly so physical and superficial, but there’s a deepth he’s not familiar with in the slightest. Is it the cat connection? Is it because you two shared too much right before the make out session and he realized how you’re a mix of smart, successful, hardworking, independent and authentic wrapped up in devastatingly hot body and pretty face?.

Shit.

He needed to get a grip.

With a sigh, he grabbed the scotch glass from Bokuto’s hand and took a sip himself. “I swear, you two have way too much time on your hands.”

Bokuto just wiggled his eyebrows. “And you have a hot neighbor on your hands.”

Kenma smirked slightly, going back to his phone. “This is gonna be fun to watch.”

Kuroo exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. “I hate both of you.”

Bokuto just laughed, spinning the empty glass in his hands. “Nah, you love us. Just like you looove—”

“Finish that sentence and I’m throwing you off my balcony.”

Bokuto made a show of zipping his lips but kept grinning like he’d already won. And, honestly, maybe he had.

Because Kuroo was distracted. He was so distracted.

Even as Kenma and Bokuto bickered about what game to play next, his mind kept drifting back—to your place, to the taste of wine and heat on your lips, to the way your fingers had tugged at his hair like you needed him.

It was supposed to be a casual thing. Just some alcohol-induced fun. That’s what he’d told himself when he went for the kiss. But the way his body was still thrumming with leftover electricity and his mind was yearning for a deeper connection told a different story.

And the worst part?

He wanted more.

A lot more.

With a quiet groan, he tipped his head back against the couch, staring at the ceiling like it held all the answers. Maybe he really was screwed.

Kenma’s voice pulled him back to the present. “So, when are you seeing her again?”

Kuroo scoffed, grabbing his phone from the coffee table. “I don’t know. Whenever Loki and I happen to bump into her, I guess.”

Bokuto snorted. “Dude, your cat is literally dating her cat. You have the perfect excuse.”

Kuroo glared at him, but his fingers hovered over your name in his messages. Should he text you? Would that be weird? Too soon? Too obvious?

Before he could overthink it, his phone vibrated with a new message.

Kitten Lady: Hey, I was thinking about making some arrangements in the kittens corner tomorrow. Wanna come help me with it?

Kuroo blinked, rereading the text. A slow smirk spread across his lips.

Kenma, eyebrows widden in a stunned expression, muttered, “He’s smiling. This is worse than I thought.”

Bokuto clapped his hands together. “Boys, we have a situation!”

[shutupineedtothink]

Ok finished s2 with the crowning achievement job and it was... pretty good.

I think I'm learning to accept that lev:red simply does not have the juice that the og series had 95% of the time and that's ok

But what i did love:

Eliot and Sophie together for most of the ep and not one but two emotionally charged conversations between them. Do I think both convos could have been better written? Yes absolutely. Did I still enjoy them? Yes. 🤷‍♀️

Eliot knocking that guy out in one punch. Okay hot.

Eliot and Sophie bickering right before they launch into a one two punch grift on the same staircase

Sophie going full Nate when shes like oh no we're going to go take him down NOW and the boys are like can we please not but Parker is already ten toes down lololol I love when the girls are unhinged!!

Breanna literally IMITATING EVERY MEMBER OF THE TEAM IN HER GRIFTS I was crying when she did Harry omg. She really was Leverage this ep

The reveal of the con having leverage international help that was the only part I didn't see coming

Thank God the crown was in the pedestal and thats what had sophie distracted earlier bc i was not buying her just being like caught off guard or whatever come on bitch we gotta go

Astrid new member of "LEOs we work with sometimes"??

"I was worried someone would come along and break that spirit. Turns out it was me." <- more sophie darkness please I feel like we tried but didn't really quite get there this season, we gave the angst to Eliot as usual, and I love eliot angst but I wanted to see Sophie struggle with her past transgressions a little more and what that means about her, and THEN you bring in Eliot to put it in perspective you see what I'm sayin. This is why they're on some other shit with each other sometimes bc they're the worst ones and they always have been 👀

Annie Kroy reference! Fbi impersonation! A legit reason to have the Fbi in England (I think?) Sterling reference!!! Sterling protecting Sophie! A+

Overall: very fun but very much felt like a first draft at times, which is how a lot of lev:red feels to me. On to s3!

[miiv12]

“Where is it? Where is it?!” Annie moved from one corner of the apartment to the other, checking spots she knew she’d checked at least twice already, but did it anyway in case she had just missed it the last two times. Eva sat at the little kitchen island that served as their dining table, eating her cereal while watching cartoons, or she had been, now she was more interested in watching her guardian turning their living space into a mess in search of one of her many notebooks. “I can’t believe I lost it! Oh I can’t let Mr. Griffiths down like this!” Annie cried as she kept searching, but there was no sign of the book anywhere, she hadn’t had the time to make digital copies yet and now the book was missing! There was no way she could go to work and face her bosses if she didn’t have them. “Oh gosh, I’m going to lose my job for sure! A-And they won't give me a good reference-or worse, they give me a bad one and then no other place will hire me ever!” Before she could spiral deeper into her panicked thoughts however, Eva looked over at the clock, then back at her sister. “Um, Annie, we should be going by now, right?” The older girl broke out of her spiral to glance up at her, looking confused for a second before her eyes landed on the clock and she nearly shrieked. “Oh gosh! We’re gonna be late, come on!” In a blur she picked up her bag, packed Eva’s lunch into the child’s bag, snatched up the girl herself and ran to the front door, quickly pulling her shoes on and helping Eva get her raincoat on before they rushed out of the door, barely remembering to lock it behind them. “Okay, you remember Ms. Thorstad is gonna pick you up after school while I’m at work?” Eva nodded. “I know! And you know she told us to call her Nana!” “I know, I just don’t think-made it!” The two jumped onto the bus just before the doors closed and Annie sighed in relief as they sat down, taking only a second to wind down before continuing. “Anyway, I’ll be home by 8, try to get your schoolwork done before then, okay? But if you have trouble I'll help you once I get home.” The child sighed, but nodded. “Okaaayy…” Annie looked everywhere around the school grounds she had been to yesterday, asked other students and faculty if they'd seen it, checked lost and found, but still she found no sign of her notebook, eventually she had to give up and head to class to avoid being late, but how was she supposed to focus like this? She might lose her job over this! Eva and her needed that money, badly. The professor was late, leaving her with nothing to do but to just sit there and wallow in her misery and negative thoughts. At some point she’d started tapping her pen against the table, another of her nervous habits whenever her thoughts started to overwhelm her, like chewing, it was hard to get rid of. She kept tapping her pen at a rapid pace, so lost in the repetitive motion and her own thoughts she almost missed it when something was dropped onto the table next to her. Annie yelped and dropped her pen, quickly looking up in alarm, staring in confusion when she saw her missing notebook laying on the table. “That is yours, no? You left it behind yesterday.” An unknown voice spoke next to her, prompting Annie to look up at the speaker, her eyes widened in shock upon seeing it was Élodie standing in front of her. The other girl’s stance was loose, her posture even worse standing than it was when she was sitting, but Annie had to admit that though her tone was very apathetic, her voice was quite pleasant, the accent was easy to pick up on too. “Oh, uh-yes, it is, um..thank you.” She replied, so caught off guard she couldn’t help the slight stutter. Élodie hummed in response and sat down next to her, taking out her phone and starting to mindlessly scroll through whatever it was she was looking at.

Annie realized she was staring at the other and quickly averted her gaze, instead focusing on her book as she picked it up and went through the last couple pages, just to make sure they were as they were supposed to. Sighing in relief, she placed the notebook back in her bag in it’s specific pocket before glancing at the person who had likely just saved her job. Maybe she wasn’t as bad as Annie first thought her to be.. She cleared her throat and turned to face the other girl, it was only polite to introduce herself right? “So, uh..Hi, I’m Annie, Annie Xavier, and you are?” No way was she telling her she already knew exactly who she was, from experience people didn’t always take that well.

“Élie.” The taller replied, tone much more dull now compared to a moment ago, she didn’t even bother looking up from her phone, which Annie found quite rude. Should she refer to her by the nickname? People usually used them with those they were close to, right? But it was the name she was given. "Thanks Élie, again, for bringing my book back, I was really freaked out when I couldn't find it this morning-it's really important, I don't understand how I just forgot it like that, I don't usually misplace my things-Sorry, I'm rambling aren't I?" She asked sheepishly, looking away from the other girl in embarrassment, internally scolding herself for the silly habit she just couldn't get herself to stop completely, she seemed to have a lot of those. "You are, do you always have trouble knowing when to stop?" Élie asked, her gaze still glued to the phone in her hand. The comment made Annie's face turn a reddish shade from embarrassment and stirred an uncomfortable mix of self-consciousness and frustration within her, things she did her best to hide and ignore. Instead focusing on her annoyance at just how rude the other was, you weren't meant to say that stuff out loud! She already dealt with enough thinking others thought those things about her, and here was this rich brat just telling it to her face. Maybe Annie was right the first time and miss Ulivieri was just as bad as she thought.

Prev: https://miiv12.tumblr.com/post/777313157311053824/turns-out-it-wasnt-just-the-one-class-apparently First: https://miiv12.tumblr.com/post/776318750535352320/annie-could-barely-believe-she-was-actually

[froggyscout]

As an art prompt challenge with my friend @speedyartist30 we drew our attack on Titan couples/ships, mine being my oc Coriin Reathman, and Annie Lionheart. Though the connection between Coriin and Annie was only temporary, the impact she had on him was lasting.

Story that goes with this piece under the cut:

The coolness of the evening wasn't lost on Coriin as he shifted his stance in the gravel, the long shadows stretching across the training yard, the acrid scent of smoke on the breeze, he took a deep breath, taking in the smell as he steadied himself for another round, brown eyes flicking to his sparring partner, Annie Lionheart. 

She lifted her arms in a disciplined stance, exuding both nonchalance and a silent strength at the same time, and despite all her exterior stoicism, Coriin had known her long enough to pick up on the subtle tension in her shoulders, she was still mad at him.

"Wider stance, Coriin, balance your weight." Annie chided, and Coriin was quick to obey, shifting his stance, planting his feet firmly.

"Ready?" She asked, blowing a lock of blond hair from her face.

Though Coriin knew she'd likely try to shrug it off, he wanted to address the elephant in the room, "Can we talk a minute?" He asked, lowering his fists a little.

Annie's eyes flicked over him for a moment, as if considering his question, but she didn't let him have that satisfiation. "No." She replied, and took advantage of Coriin's hesitation, kicking off at a quick dash, closing the distance between them in a blink.

Coriin’s eyes widened and he quickly regained his guard, muscles tensing as he blocked several rather forceful punches. He could feel the agitation through the power of her strikes, the way her eyes narrowed slightly in focus, yes…she was definitely still mad at him.

"You're still mad." It wasn't a question, more like a statement, Coriin caught and held her fist firmly as he forced her gaze. "I wanna talk about it."

Annie's eyes narrowed dangerously, "Hmph." She pulled herself out of the situation with ease, yanking Coriin's arm towards her and following the maneuver up with a well placed knee to the gut, leaving Coriin coughing. "Less talk, more fighting." Annie growled.

Coriin gave a tense nod as he rubbed the residual pain from his midsection, though it didn't quite take the bite away. He got the message loud and clear, and knew better then to press her unless he wanted to be laid out for the night.

Resuming his stance he put more focus on the task at hand, though his thoughts were still divided, he didn't want her to be upset with him, but what was he supposed to do? Give up on his childhood goal to join the fight against the titan? Just not become a scout? She wanted him to strive for the top ten, become a military police. He remembered the conversation they had about it and a slight frown tugged at the corner of his lips, she seemed worried about him in her own way, tried to steer him into the direction of the MPs, but Coriin was quick to decline the idea, he had a mission that couldn't be completed by hiding in the interior, he had to be out there, and even what they had couldn't change that, he loved her, but she couldn't change his heart. 

Coriin was brought out of his thoughts roughly, his balance had been compromised by Annie's sudden sharp kick to his shoulder, he staggered back, he could see her anger more on her face now, her features softly lit by the dying sun peaking over the mountains as it dipped farther behind them, but even the soft lighting couldn't downplay her cold glare, and Coriin found himself wondering, as his back struck the wall of the weapons storage building, if he would be alive to even graduate cadet training after this fight.

He glanced up, bracing but not fast enough to keep Annie at a distance as she moved in to pin him, her movements swift, deliberate, but then Coriin felt her hands on his face as he slid down the wall, and he was pulled towards her, a flicker of confusion crossed his features as he felt her weight against his chest, and then, she kissed him.

Coriin's guard dropped completely, his eyes wide in surprise, he could feel the softness of her lips, the tug of her hands keeping his head firmly in place, his breath hitching, but he didn't pull away, he saw the way her eyes were closed right, her brow furrowed in what was left of a glare, though for a moment it was like all the previous tension had faded, both from her and the spar, a flicker of a spark, and Coriin barely had time to lean into the lingering kiss, before she pulled away, her hands on his face tightening as she shoved him back against the wall. He winced and looked up at her as she turned to leave. "Annie! Wait!" But she didn't even hesitate, though she called over her shoulder.

"Don't blame me if you end up getting yourself killed because of some dream of peace, Coriin, you're nothing but a pawn, do us both a favor and don't forget that."

Her words settled like frost over the training yard, leaving Coriin staring after her retreating figure, the warmth of her lips lingering like a pointed contrast to the women's coldness. He let out a sigh and put a hand on the wall as he stood up, his other hand brushing the side of his face where her fingers had been moments before. "Pawns have their uses too, Annie." He mumbled. He wouldn't go after her, wouldn't apologize for his choices, he would pursue the dream of becoming a scout, and hold out hope that she wouldn't hold it against him forever.

[fanfictiongirlie]

5SOS: You Have a Child From A Previous Relationship

Parings: Calum x you

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: My 5sos imagines were all written, maybe ten years ago, the writing standard isn't what my writing is like now. Bare that in mind please. Cringe warning :)

Words: 692

Part One:

“Are you sure they’ll like me babe?” Your boyfriend; Calum asks. You nod turning the key in your front door.

“Yes,  Annabelle might be a bit annoyed with it, I don’t know if she likes the idea of me having a boyfriend” You say, before actually opening the door.

“Is Annabelle the one who is 17?” Calum asks. You nod. “Annabelle is 17. Austin and Flora are 8” You smile and push the door opened.

You were a little nervous. Calum and you had been going out for three years now, and he was yet to meet your children.

And now that you and Calum were going to get married, you knew he wouldn’t leave and disappoint your children.

He was so nervous. You could tell, from how tight he held onto your hand, and how sweaty it was.

“Annabelle! We’re home!” You yell. “In the living room mum” She yelled back. You pull Calum along into the living room, to see your teenage daughter on her phone, and your twins playing with the Lego on the floor.

“Mummy!” Flora yells when she sees you. You smile and pick her up, cuddling her.

“Who is this?” She asks.

You put Flora back down; now all three of your children are looking at Calum.

“I’m Calum” He smiles.  “This might be a little bit much to take in, but I really love Calum, and we’re going to get married” You add.

Flora giggles and squeals “Yay! I get to wear a pretty dress!”

Austin jumps up and walks over to Calum. “You better not hurt my mummy” He glares, Calum nods. “I promise not too”

Austin stares him down for a few seconds but smiles and hugs you. You look to Annabelle.

“Annie?” You say, sitting next to her.

“Mum, what if he leaves like dad did?” She asks, and your heart breaks in two. “Baby. You know full well, dad and I didn’t get along. And He made the choice to leave you three, I don’t understand who would ever walk away from this-“ You were caught off from talking.

“Hi” Calum smiles “I shouldn’t really intrude. But I love your mum. More than anything. I could never ever leave. And I’m sure after time, I’ll be super close with you three. So I’ll have another reason to never leave”

Annabelle smiles. “Thank you. You can marry him mum”

“Oh I needed your permission” You giggle at her. “Obviously” She replies.

“Now that you’ve all met Calum. I thought we could all have a fun day out!” You smile, and all three of your children jump up and are out the door within in seconds.

“See Calum. Nothing to worry about” You wink at him… 

Part Two:

“Mummy, Daddy! Look at our sandcastles!” Your 9 year old twins yelled. Calum and you looked towards them smiling and clapping.

A day at the beach was a normal thing in your family.

Calum; your newly husband sat next to you, an arm around your waist. Flora and Austin, the twins were playing with the sand. But your eldest; Annabelle, your 18 year old was sitting next to you.

“Why don’t you go swimming love?” Calum asked Annabelle “No, I’m okay” She answers.

“Okay. I’m going to get ice cream, Annabelle wanna help me?” He asks, jumping up, Annabelle nods and follows Calum to the shops.

“So what do you think Flora and Austin would like?” Calum asks, trying to start a conversation with the 18 year old.

Since Calum had joined the family, Annabelle had been very guarded to let Calum in.

“Erm, just a normal ice cream I think”

Calum nods and walks into the ice cream shop, asking for two normal ice cream, and a chocolate one for you.

“What do you want?” He asks Annabelle, looking around, seeing she wasn’t there anymore, Cal’s head shot around, seeing Annabelle looking at a very pretty shell necklace.

“Do you want that Annabelle?” Cal asks, smiling. “Really? Please dad can I have it?” Annabelle asks excitedly.

“Of course” Calum smiles, buying the ice cream and necklace for Annabelle, feeling extremely happy about her calling him dad.

(I do not consent my works to be posted anywhere else, by anyone other than myself.)

[pixelsawrus]

Welcome back to another update of our legacy! Let's just jump right in!

In the last update, Rhea was finding comfort in her day-to-day life again. But, a part of her felt like it was still missing something.

Those feelings eventually sparked Rhea to prioritize herself a bit and go on a date with someone she matched with on Cupid's Corner. She wasn't so sure about dating a younger man, but she decided that there was nothing to lose (in a sense). So, she arranges for Charlie and Hugo to be taken care of and sets up a date with a man named Jeb Harris.

The date goes quite well! Jeb is a true gentleman and the conversation flowed easily. They enjoyed a meal together and got to know each other a bit. There was definitely some attraction there (okay, a lot) and they had pretty good chemistry too! Though it all went well, Jeb being a gentleman took things much slower than Rhea was used to. They parted with a simple hug. It was sweet, comfortable and romantic. Sure there was tension, sure she would have loved to kiss him. But she found herself content and even happy to have a slower pace with him.

The two of them kept chatting, getting to know each other as they could. With her busy schedule, it wasn't always easy to carve out the time so they spent some time between just over the phone. In the midst of all that, our little baby Annie aged up into an elder. Time really flies and her age showed with the whiteness in her coat.

A few days later, Jeb actually invited Rhea out on another date. It was another very sweet, comfortable date. They chatted easily, flirted innocently and things just felt ... comfortable. Rhea loved that she felt like she was safe whenever he was around and though her initial fear was a younger man being immature, she felt as though he was the most mature man she has met yet!

As the date progressed, Rhea and Jeb shared their first kiss. Rhea made the move as Jeb did have a bit of a shy side in terms of romance. He was a bit caught off guard, but in the end, it might have been the best kiss either of them had!

Despite things being slower in the beginning, the two of them did get a little out of hand after that. In fact, they ended up int he closet together, and well, things escalated quickly from there.

A couple days later, Rhea invited Jeb over (after both received a makeover) and asked him if he wanted to live with her. Yes, it was fast. But, Rhea was never one to hold back and she just knew Jeb was the man for her. More than she though Matt or even Robert ever could be. He excitedly agreed.

And after that, things *really* progressed! Jeb immediately proposed to her, stating that he had never felt something as strongly as this and that if they were to live together, he wanted it to be as husband and wife and for the rest of their lives. Though shocked, Rhea was ecstatic and, in true Rhea fashion, she decided they should just tie the not then and there. Why wait?

And with that, we welcome Jeb Levine to the family! His traits are good, outgoing, gloomy, relaxed and open-minded. Shortly after moving in with Rhea, he gained the loyal trait as well. He has the soulmate aspiration and feels as though that soulmate is most definitely Rhea. He didn't have a job when first moving in, but I decided to give him the celebrity manager career. He is a wonderful partner and step-father to the kids. And honestly, the only father figure Hugo has known. Only time will tell though if Rhea decides to let her eyes wander once again, or if Jeb truly is the one she has been searching for all along.

The next post will be a house reno and be posted shortly after this, so go check that one out too!

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed and as always, I will see you all soon! Sul Sul! ♥♥♥

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Annie just stared at the journal in her palms, fingers brushing over the cover. She resisted the urge to open it in front of him. She wanted to know what he wrote but she wasn't sure if she was ready to deal with all those emotions in front of him.

Her heart felt like it was close to bursting, torn between looking at him and keeping her eyes on the journal, worried that if she looked at his face again, the tears would start and they wouldn't stop. She'd been doing so well all night, and it'd been so long since she'd broken down, she was due for it anyday now.

"Ha—" A choked laugh, fingers tightening around the edges of the journal. "Even back then in my rebellious phase I was still far too well-behaved to run off with a strange man. No matter how badly I wish I had."

Her head snapped up, dark eyes wide as he spoke about why he wrote the letters, all the reasoning behind them. "I—god—I feel like.."

She didn't know what to say. She felt almost like she needed to apologize for disappearing. Yes, she had spent years looking for him after the fact, but she never considered what he'd gone through. Deep down, at first, she'd just assumed he'd never looked for her. How could she know otherwise? But knowing what she knew now?

She felt awful about it. It made her rethink everything she'd done. Why didn't she go back to Chicago, try and find him there? Had she been too scared to run into him or had it been that she worried she'd find Damon and he wouldn't have felt the same as she did?

"I'm sorry." She tried to smile, brushing off the teasing with very little grace. "Next time, I'll remember to look up Salvatore in the nearest directory. I mean, how many of you can there be?"

Cradling the book gently in her hands, she pulled it towards her chest, giving him a small squeeze. "I'll take good care of it, I promise." She wondered if he had a double meaning in that, and either way, she meant it. Whatever he gave her, she was going to be good to it. She wasn't going to make the same mistake she'd made in the past, running away from a good thing.

The sudden change of subject caught her off guard, but if he hadn't of changed it, she worried he would've been carrying her sad self right out the door.

"So—not so good with the whole... blood-drinking thing?" Which reminded her of her own glass, one hand letting go of the journal to grab onto it, tipping the blood back into her mouth. "I remember.. seeing articles about people being murdered, their heads..."

She shook her head, removing that thought from her mind. "Never stopped me from going out though. I guess I really did have an attraction to danger of all sorts."

Including you, though the words remained unspoken, the implication was there.

For a long moment, Damon said nothing. Just stood there, watching her with an expression caught somewhere between disbelief and something far more fragile—something he rarely let slip past the cracks in his usual bravado. His fingers twitched at his sides, itching for a drink, a distraction—anything—to keep him from completely unraveling under the weight of her words.

Because, truth be told, he had thought about this moment a million different ways. Dreamt about what he’d say if he ever saw her again, if she ever knew just how much space she had taken up in his thoughts, in the years, the decades, the century since that one fleeting night. But now, standing here, with her holding the proof of it all in her hands, looking at him like that—like he meant something—he found himself at a loss.

 He let out a breathy, almost self-deprecating chuckle. “Well, now you tell me,” he joked, though his usual sharpness was dulled by the rawness in his voice. His smirk wavered, not quite reaching his eyes. “Would’ve saved me a hell of a lot of ink and paper.”

“But I didn’t just write them because you asked me to, Annie,” he admitted, voice softer now, more careful. His hand lifted, hesitated in the air between them, before he finally let himself brush his fingers over hers where they clutched the worn leather cover. “I wrote them because… because it was the only thing that made it feel like you weren’t really gone. Like you actually did exist at one point.”

His jaw clenched for a second, the vulnerability of the moment sitting too heavy, too unfamiliar. This was a feeling he hated, he tried to avoid at all cost. He exhaled sharply, trying to reel it back in, forcing a smirk that didn’t quite stick. “And, I gotta say, a hundred years is way too long to leave a guy hanging. I was starting to take it personally.” But the truth sat between them, unspoken yet unmistakable. 

Damon, grasping for a sense of normalcy, tapped the cover of the notebook one last time before turning away, reaching for his glass of blood again.  It wasn’t his preferred method—bagged, bottled, whatever—but in moments like this, it did the job. A quick drink, a second to collect himself.

"You can keep it," he said, lifting the empty glass in her direction, a subtle nod toward both her and the notebook—though, really, she was holding a lot more than just old pages. She was holding his heart in her hands now. "Just… be careful with it.”

Damon gave a small shake of his head, more to himself than anything, as he watched her fingers begin to lift the cover of the notebook. The way his chest tightened—like his heart was trying to go somewhere, anywhere but here—wasn’t a feeling he wanted to sit with. So, he pivoted.

"Yeah, Stefan’s my brother," he said, slipping easily into a more familiar rhythm. His lips quirked into a smirk, offering the shift in conversation like a lifeline. "But you should count yourself lucky you didn’t meet him back then."He shot her a pointed look, his voice laced with something that might've passed for humor—if there wasn’t a sharper edge beneath it. "Because if you had? Well… let’s just say there’s no way you’d be standing here with me right now."

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(This image belong to Sony and I do not claim ownership of it)

(Part 2)

Venom x OC Period Sex Smut

Summary: Shannon unexpectedly starts her period, Venom has a creative solution.

Warnings: Period sex, blood play, oral sex, rough sex, rough penetration

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Shannon, Eddie, and Venom had formed a much more intimate bond since their first night together. The initial lust was strong, and Shannon’s chemistry with Venom was substantial. There were moments when Eddie felt like he’d been sidelined by his own Symbiote.

He tried to remember that he fronted most of the time, Venom had little time and space to be free. Perhaps he owed Venom this.

That evening, Eddie invited Shannon over to cook. He was not an excellent chef, but he was eager to try. Anne had done most of the cooking during their relationship, and he was ready to prove himself as a partner.

Eddie was pan frying sausage while Venom mixed pancake batter. Shannon rang the doorbell, and Venom dropped the bowl on the counter, and extended himself to answer the door.

“Hello Darling.” Venom greeted her.

Shannon moved smoothly past Venom, “Hey, sorry I have to use the restroom. Give me a sec.”

Venom was caught off guard. Eddie had to remind him to close and lock the door. Venom’s wide white eyes watched Shannon as she headed to the bathroom. Eddie continued cooking, shaking the pan to flip the sausages.

“There is something wrong, can’t you feel it?” Venom asked Eddie, his head floating next to him.

Eddie dismissed him, “What’re you talking about? She just had to use the bathroom.”

“Listen to me Eddie, I smell blood.” Venom ground out.

That got Eddie’s attention. He killed the heat on the pan, and turned his attention towards Shannon. He rushed down the hall and knocked on the door.

“Hey, are you okay in there?” Eddie asked. Venom pressed his head against the door to listen.

Shannon sighed, “Yes, I’m fine.”

Eddie didn’t want to drop this issue, he pressed on, “Venom said he smelled blood.”

Shannon was irritated, “Could I get a little privacy please?”

Eddie held his tongue, he didn’t want to piss her off, but he needed to know what was going on.

“Just tell me, are you hurt? Should I be worried?” Eddie’s voice was laced with concern.

Suddenly Shannon pulled open the door, her underwear and pants were around her ankles. On the crotch of the pants there was a puddle of red. She had fresh red blood dripping down her legs. Her brows were drawn together in frustration.

Shannon’s voice was frantic, “I started my fucking period 3 days early, I don’t have any spare clothes, and I’m bleeding everywhere!”

Eddie couldn’t hold back his laugh. He hunched forward and gripped his stomach. The laughter burst from him.

“Oh shit,” Eddie exclaimed, “I thought it was something serious.”

Shannon’s mouth formed a dangerous looking frown.

“This is serious for me Eddie.” She said between clenched teeth, “It’s humiliating. I’m a grown woman.”

Eddie realized his reaction was less than ideal, “Sorry, sorry. Let me run down to the store and grab you some stuff alright? I did it for Annie all the time. You can borrow some of my clothes.”

Before Shannon could respond, Venom consumed him. Enveloping his form, and growing around Eddie.

“What a waste. Why not let me solve your problem?” Venom purred.

His tongue lashed out, flicking through the air. Saliva dripped from it and landed on the vinyl floor beneath them.

Shannon’s brows hit the ceiling. She had not expected this kind of reaction. She stumbled back, her hand grabbing the sink for support.

“What–what do you mean, Venom?” Her voice, a moment ago so full of anger, had faded down to a meek whimper.

Venom’s enormous black arms wrapped around her, forcing her down on top of the toilet. Her bare ass shivered against the cold porcelain. Her pants and underwear were still around her ankles.

“Sit back, relaaaaaaax…” Venom’s voice was equal parts hypnotic and eerie.

His hands were so large they easily closed around her biceps. His huge body was crammed between the wall and the toilet. He got onto his knees, his head hovered right above her bleeding cunt.

Her flow had just started, the blood was fresh, and quickly pooling inside of her. It leaked out of her hole just a bit.

Venom smiled, his teeth bared, enormous and terrifying. The tip of his tongue traced his lips like he was about to devour his favorite meal. His wide white eyes looked up at Shannon’s face for a moment. There was lust there, so much lust it frightened her.

All at once his tongue dove into her. The blood inside of her made a noticeable SQUELCH. It didn’t stop Venom from digging the fat muscle futher inside. He was moaning, growling. He withdrew for just a moment, her blood coated his tongue. He swallowed it, sighing contentedly.

“What a treat!” Venom said, “I want more.”

Before Shannon could respond, his tongue was back inside of her. Exploring her folds, and lapping up all of the blood. She couldn’t hold back her own moans. Her voice was foreign to her, full of meekness and hesitation.

It did feel good. Extremely good. But all the same it was strange, this was not what she’d been expecting. She knew that Venom had eaten people before, but she didn’t know about his affinity for blood drinking. It was entirely new to her, she’d never had a guy fetishize something like that. She wondered for a moment how Eddie felt about this, if he was enjoying himself, or just allowing Venom to indulge himself. Either way, it felt too good for her to risk stopping it. Venom was fronting, so she had to trust him.

Venom’s grip on her tightened, he was truly ravenous. The blood continued to flow from her hole, and Venom drank it like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted. Shannon writhed and moaned as his tongue played with her cunt. The tip traced along her folds, leaving no part untouched.

Shannon was shivering, her body unable to resist but struggling to find comfort or purchase on the seat.

“The taste of fresh blood,” Venom’s voice was deep, “There is nothing like it. Eddie does not want to scare you, but you’re not scared, are you?”

Shannon cried out, “No, no, please, keep going!”

“Yes, yes, this is all mine. There is no shame, I want all of it.”

Venom lifted her up, holding her hips and ass in his enormous hands. He buried his face in her cunt. She grasped his head for support, nearly hitting the wall. She could barely register the sensation of his tongue lapping at her pussy. He was moving so fast, she was afraid his teeth would puncture her. She wrapped her arms around his head, trying to keep herself upright.

Venom’s pace was torturous. The sounds he made were primal and deep. Eddie was in there somewhere, but now, there was only Venom.

Venom pulled his tongue out of her. She let out a held breath, tears coming to her eyes. She was shivering, her heart racing beneath her breast.

“I want more. I’ll have to speed things along.”

Venom’s hands ran up her ass, along her back, until he held her upright entirely with his own hands. He slid her down onto the floor carefully, making sure she didn’t hit the door or the counter. When Shannon was about to get her bearings, Venom’s tentacles slithered out. His tentacles wrapped around his midsection, lifting her from the ground once again. Just enough that she could be flipped over onto her knees. Her hands came up to support herself, but one of Venom’s hands pushed her down.

Her ass was prone in the air, her cheek pressed against the fuzzy rug on the floor. Her arms were tucked under her form, no space to move, she was trapped. Before fear could overcome her, Venom used one of his thick long tentacles to prepare her cunt for him. It pressed in and out of her, stretching further, going deeper. The friction on the inside of her walls was maddening, she ground against him. The tentacle suddenly swelled, pushing the limits of what her cunt could take.

“Venom, please don’t break me!” She begged.

Venom purred, the appendage stretching her did not let up, but he did slow the pace down. He gently entered, and pulled out, dragging out the sensation. His form fell over her like a shadow. His mouth was by her ear.

“I will not break you, but I will make you bleed. Again and again for me.” His voice was a promise.

The tentacle slid out of her entrance, and was quickly replaced with the tip of his cock. The head was so much larger from the back, she knew that in this position she would be the most vulnerable. She tried to take a deep breath, and steady herself. But when his dark head pressed into her heat, she whimpered.

It hurt. It hurt so much. His girth was inhuman. There was nothing that could soften this. She knew by now that enduring was the best she could do until her walls adjusted. Her cunt would learn to take him eventually.

Venom let out a dark laugh. The sound rumbled in his chest, and vibrated against her back. She wondered what had caused him to laugh, but in a moment she felt it. When his tip hit her cervix, he had caused another wave of fresh blood to flow. She was bleeding on in, because of him. It lubricated her tight hole, and provided some relief.

Venom teased, “You’re coating my cock with your sweet red juices. Such a filthy Human.”

His hips drove into her, forcing her tits to drag across the small bathroom rug. Her pelvis strained from the effort of Venom slamming into her. Venom was primal now. Growing and drooling and using all of his strength to hurt her, just enough to make her bleed once again for him.

She wondered if Venom could keep this up all night.

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Lightning Bug - Chapter 6

Previous Chapter // Master List 

Warnings: nightmare, mention of torture/death, Tony is kind of a jerk but it’s okay. 

Word Count: 4.6

America was right, the roof was amazing at night. The lights of the big city danced in the dark alongside the few stars that could be seen. Today was exhausting. You didn’t sleep well because of your nightmare, you met 3 new people, and was physically assaulted by the owner of the bodega. Wanda made you a small plate to eat in your room. You ate two bites and fell asleep. But your sleep wasn’t peaceful as you fell into another nightmare. 

*

You were woken by the familiar sound of the door to your room opening. On shaky legs, you stood up facing the door. You were tired. It had been a long few days of them abusing your powers and all you wanted was sleep and a decent meal. “Hello, my beautiful spark.” You couldn’t remember the man’s name. You weren’t sure if he gave it. 

“Hello, papa.” You said. Your same greeting every time he walked into your room. The man held open his arms. You automatically walked over to him and hugged him. Your body was tense against the contact. He didn’t care as he kissed the top of your head. 

“I know we’ve been working so hard for us.” He said, rubbing his hands up and down your arms. A chill went down your spine. “But we need you to do one more thing for me malen'kaya iskra (little spark) and then you can rest. Okay?”

“Okay, papa.” He led you out of your room and down the hallway. It was a path you’ve taken countless times to the room they’ve kept their prisoners; the people they wanted you to hurt so they could get information. The man opened the door and led you instead. The room was ready for you. Two people were tied up to the chairs while the guards pointed their guns at them. You thought the guns were a little much because who in their right mind would try to escape this hell hole. 

“They have very important information that they are hiding from us,” he placed his hands on your shoulders, squeezing them. “You need to get the information no matter what. Do you understand, malen'kaya iskra (little spark)?” He asked. 

“Yes, papa.” 

“Nachinat' (Begin).” He ordered the guards. They stepped forward taking the bags off their heads. You stared at the bloody face of Annie and Lucia. They were alive. You could see the shallow rise and fall of their chest. Why were they here? You looked at the man. “What is it,  malen'kaya iskra (little spark)?” 

“Why are they here, papa?” You asked. “They didn’t do anything wrong.” It was against the rules to question an order but you had to know. The punishment came quickly. The man hit the back of your knees and you crumbled to the ground. You let out a small cry as you caught yourself on your hands. 

“I am going to pretend you didn’t ask that.” He grabbed you by your hair and forced you to look up at him. Tears began to form in your eyes. “Now do as I asked.” He tossed you to the ground. You stood up, whipping the dirt off your knees. Annie was looking at you. She was smiling. Why was she smiling? Did she know what they were asking you to do? You shook your head. 

“No,” you said. “I won’t do it.” You knew it was the wrong answer. You waited for the blow but it never came. Instead, the man walked in front of you, blocking your view of Annie and Lucia. 

‘What did you say?” He asked. His tone sent a chill down your spine. You looked up at him. 

“I said no. I won’t hurt them.” You sounded a lot braver than you felt. He was going to kill you and you were okay with that. He held out his hand and a guard wordlessly put a pistol in it. The barrel was put under your chin and you waited. 

“Wait,” Annie called out. The man dropped the gun and looked at the woman. Lucia was now awake. “It’s okay, sugar. Do what they want.” She said to you. You shook your head. 

“Mija (darling),” Lucia said. “It’s okay.”

“No. No. No. I won’t do it!” You yelled. “You can’t make me do it.” The man sighed, moving back behind you. You felt the barrel of the gun twist through your hair. 

“I’m so disappointed in you, malen'kaya iskra (little spark). You were my favorite. My sweet girl.”    

*

The bullet went off as you woke up. It was different when you were with papa. Instead of Annie and Lucia, it was a married couple with their son. You refused to hurt them. He didn’t twist the gun through your hair, he killed the little boy. So, you made your way to the roof to get some fresh air and let energy out. You were holding it all day. It was becoming too much. You began to feel it all over your body. You closed your eyes and let the energy overcome you. Once it passed, the weight on your chest lightened. But you felt dizzy, a headache was forming behind your eyes. You whipped the blood that dripped down your nose on the back of your hand, wondering how long it would take for your mind to stop creating these scenes. ‘It gets easier.’ That’s what Yelena said but you wanted it to be easier now. ‘You have a whole group of people to lean on.’ Was Natasha right? You were learning to open up to them, giving them small details of your past but not the full story. Would they look at you differently? Could you trust them to not hurt you when you told them? You sighed and stood up, stretching your arms and legs before heading back into the tower. You didn’t want to go back to your room, nightmares seem to be common there. 

The tower was so different at night. It was quiet, still, peaceful. It was a whole different world. You walked down a hallway when you saw a light on in a room. You froze, not expecting another person to be up. “I’m coming to bed soon.” You were surprised by a woman’s voice. “Tony?” She questioned. You heard the clicking of heels approaching the door and your eyes went wide as you stared at the CEO of Stark Industries. “You aren’t Tony.” 

“Your Pepper Potts.” You said. She nodded. 

“I am and you must be the newest addition.” You slowly nodded, still in shock of who you were standing in front of. “I still have some work to do. Would you like to join me? It gets kind of lonely.” 

“Sure,” you said, without hesitation. Pepper smiled and walked back into her office. You followed. 

“Do you want something to drink? Tea? Coffee?” She asked.

“Tea, please.” You walked over to her wall of framed photos. A majority of them were photos of her at press conferences. She had some with Tony, Peter, and the other Avengers. But one picture caught your eye. It was Pepper at a youth center. You found yourself in the picture among the other kids. “I was there.” You pointed to yourself in the picture. Pepper stood next to you. “You donated a bunch of old gaming stuff and toys to the center.” You looked at her. The CEO was staring at the picture. “You were the first person to treat us like regular kids, not a charity case.” Pepper nodded, smiling as she took the picture off the wall. 

“I remember this day,” she said. “You kids were so full of light.” She sighed, placing the photo back onto the wall. The whistle of the kettle went off and you jumped from the unexpected sound. The CEO went to take the kettle off and poured the boiling water into the two mugs. “I always wanted to do more for you.” She handed you a mug.

“One person can’t fix the entire homeless problem,” you told her, adding a little sugar and honey into your tea. “We appreciate everything you’ve done as CEO of Stark Industries. We can tell you care unlike some people that use us for a photo op.” She smirked. 

“Are you referring to Eleanor Bishop?” She asked. You gave her a shy smile. “Yeah, I don’t like her either.” She went to sit behind her desk. “Can I ask why you are up at this hour?” 

“I could ask you the same question.” You said, sitting in the chair in front of her desk. Pepper rolled her eyes, waving her hand across her desk. It was covered in paperwork. “A nightmare.”  You confessed. You weren’t sure why you admitted it to the CEO. Maybe it was because you knew her before coming to live with the Avengers. She put a file down she picked up to give you her full attention. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” You sighed, shaking your head. 

“Not really.” You looked at the papers that covered her desk. “Can I help you with this? I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

“Your presence isn’t a burden,” She said. “But if you are offering, I'm not going to say no to help.” She handed you a pile of folders. “Can you file these in that cabinet?” She pointed to the file cabinet behind her desk. “The files in there are already in alphabetical order.” You nodded. It was similar work to what you did at the bookstore. You moved to sit in front of the file cabinet. Pepper turned on classical music to fill the quietness as you both worked. 

It was easy work that silenced your mind and distracted it from your nightmare. Even though it was simple work, it made you feel like you were earning your place here. You put the last file in its spot and stood up. “Do you have more?” You asked. She handed you a few more. 

“That should be the last of them for tonight.” You nodded, working on the last batch of files. “Thank you for your help,” Pepper said once you were finished. “You saved me from having to stay up an extra hour.”

“Of course. Thank you for the tea,” you were actually tired. “I’m gonna try to get some sleep. It was nice meeting you.” You smiled, heading to her door. 

“Wait.” You stopped, looking back at Pepper. She was going through her purse and pulled out her wallet. The CEO stood up and walked over to you, handing you 25 dollars. 

“I can’t take this.” You said. 

“Yes you can. You did work for Stark Industries and as its CEO I have to pay you.” You still didn’t take it. “I don’t want to violate child labor laws.” She deadpanned. You laughed, taking the money. 

“If you need more help you know where to find me.” You said. 

“I’ll hold you to that. Goodnight Y/n.” 

“Goodnight, Pepper.” You left the CEO’s office and headed back to your room. Surprisingly, you felt happier and lighter than ever.  

*

You were surprised to see the run shining through your window when you woke up. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and picked up your phone. It was 11:30. You’ve never slept this late before. “Miss. Y/n,” Friday said. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?” 

“I did.” You said, standing up and headed to the bathroom. You were in desperate need of a shower. 

“I’m glad,” The AI said. “Ms. Romanoff and Ms. Maximoff is on the common floor with the others. They ask for you to join them when you are ready.” You thanked the AI and turned on the shower. The hot water was a relief as your muscles felt a little sore. You ignored it. The plan was for you to wake up and ask Natasha to take you to the store. You wanted to buy a bookshelf with the money Pepper gave you. The idea of having a job that paid you filled you with excitement. You could buy books, or chocolate, or fries. The possibilities are endless. 

You got out of the shower and stared at the clothes in your closet. The idea of wearing the same long sleeve and pants seemed rather annoying. The problem was the clothes hid your scars. Were you ready to show that part of you to them? You sighed, grabbing a short sleeve shirt. It had the old SHIELD logo on the front. You still wore pants and rubber gloves but it was a start. You grabbed the money and headed to the common floor. 

*

It was loud, not noise level but energy. Everyone was on the floor. Natasha and Wand were sitting at a table with Pepper. The kitchen had Kate, Yelena, and Sam in it. They seemed to be cooking lunch but you weren’t sure. Vision was playing chess and Rhodey was on the couch. You didn’t see America. You took a steady breath and walked over to the couple. Wanda looked up with a smile. “Well good afternoon sleeping beauty.” She joked. You felt your cheeks heat up. 

“I guess I was more tired than I realized.” You said. You caught Pepper sending you a smile and wink. 

“Your body apparently needed it,” Natasha said. “What’s up, kid?” You held the money in your hands. The Black looked confused on how you got the cash but she didn’t question it. 

“I was wondering if you could take me to the store,” you said. “I want to buy a bookshelf.” The money in your hands was taken from you. You spun around to see Tony Stark. 

“Where did you get this?” He asked. Your throat went dry at the question. 

“I uh.” You stuttered. 

“Did you steal it?”

“No!” You defended. “I - I didn’t steal it.” Your mind was transporting you back to group homes where you stood in front of other kids and were accused of something you didn’t do. 

“Cut it out, Stark.” Natasha said, standing up. Tony smiled at the Black Widow . There were too many eyes on you.

“It was just a question, Rushman.” Tony said. You didn’t recognize the name. He was playing between his fingers. “We can’t have a criminal living with us.” Their voices became white noise around you. The only thing you knew was they were yelling, they were yelling about you. You were the cause of it. You were the problem. A parasite. You. You. You took off running back to your room. Did they call your name? You weren’t sure. You needed to run. 

It was quick work to pack your bag with everything. You didn’t have much. “FRIDAY,” you said to the AI. “Don’t tell them where I am.” The AI was silent for a beat. 

“As you wish, Miss. Y/n.” You strapped your backpack on and ran down the stairs. You didn’t stop running. 

*

Natasha’s jaw hurt for how much she was clenching it. She watched the teen run off, away from the noise. The Black Widow wanted to follow her but she needed to deal with the billionaire in front of her. “Do you ever think before you speak?” Pepper beat her to it. Tony scratched the back of his head. 

“I may have overstepped.” He said. Natasha sighedd, pinching the bridge of her nose. “To be fair it looked a little suspicious that she had money.”

“There is a better way to ask her than accuse her of stealing and calling her a criminal in front of everyone.” Wanda said. 

“It was a joke!” Tony defended himself, throwing his arms to the side. Natasha rolled her eyes. 

“You told a joke to someone who barely knows you.” Sam said from the kitchen. 

“Then who gave her this cash?” Tony asked, holding the money up in the air. 

“I did!” Pepper said. Natasha was surprised by that. She didn’t know the CEO met the newest addition to the tower. Everyone looked at the CEO for her to continue. She closed the folder she was working on, folding her hands and rested them on her chin. “She had a nightmare and was roaming the halls. I met her and she helped me file some paperwork.” Pepper sighed. “She wouldn’t take it at first.” That sounded like the young girl. 

“See,” Tony said, pointing to his wife. “You could have just said that.” Natasha slowly stood and walked over to the billionaire, taking the cash from his hands. 

“You will fix this mess,” Natasha said. “Or I will make your life a living hell.” The Russian watched Tony’s Adam apple bob at her threat. He nodded. “Good.” She went to the elevator and took it to her floor. She wasn’t surprised that Tony made an ass of himself for the first meeting but she wished it was going to be different. “Hey kid,” she said, knocking on the door. No answer. She moved the handle and it opened easily. The Black Widow walked into the surprisingly quiet room. A feeling of dread washed over the redhead. “Y/n.” she called out, running over to the bathroom and threw open the door. It was empty. Her closet was missing her backpack and clothes. Even the newspaper clippings that were hung up were gone. The only thing that was still there was the phone resting on the nightstand. “Shit.” She turned around to leave the room and ran into Wanda. 

“What’s wrong?” The witch asked. 

“She’s gone.”      

*

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?” Annie asked, placing a cup of hot chocolate in front of you. You shook your head, stirring the spoon around the mug. The marshmallows began to melt in the hot liquid. Annie sighed, sitting down next to you. “Did something happen at the tower?” Instead of answering, you blew on the drink and took a sip. 

“I wish I never met them.” You said. 

“I don’t think you mean that.” You looked up at her with a shrug. Before Annie could say anything, the bell of the store rang and she left the office to deal with the customers. Part of you believed what you said to Annie. You lived with the Avengers for two and a half days and that short amount of time, they filled you with so much hope; hope that you were safe, hope that they were different and hope that you finally had a home. But it was what you told Lucia was right. You were damaged goods, nothing came easy to you. You were cursed. You hated them because for a small moment you believed your curse was broken. You sighed, closing your eyes as a few tears fell down your face.    

*

Natasha held open the door for Wanda as the couple stepped into the cafe. The bell alerted Annie from her office. The older woman’s eyes went wide as she saw the couple. “Well, isn’t this a surprise.” She said as Natasha and Wanda walked up to the counter. “What can I get for my favorite customers?” Natasha knew she was deflecting, hiding behind a flattering phrase to distract them. She was here.

“We just want to talk with her.” Natasha said. The owner sighed, making two cups of coffee. The Black Widow was patient as Annie finished and placed the two mugs on the counter.

“She’s in the office,” Annie finally said. “I don’t know what happened between you and her but it really hurt her.” 

“Two words,” Wanda said, blowing on the coffee before taking a sip. “Tony Stark.” Annie rolled her eyes. 

“That boy needs to learn to keep his mouth shut.” Natasha smiled. 

“We’ve been telling him that for years.” The Black Widow said. “We won’t force her to come back if she doesn’t want to.” Annie nodded. 

“I’ll go talk to her,” Natasha made a mental note to buy Annie a very expensive gift with Tony’s credit card. The older woman walked back to her coffee, closing the door behind her. Wanda grabbed onto Natasha’s hand, giving it a tight squeeze. 

“Do you think she’ll come back?” The Russian asked. The witch sighed, staring into the coffee. 

“I think so,” she finally said. “We just have to be patient with her.” The office door opened. 

“She’ll talk to you guys.” Natasha never felt more relieved. 

*

You watched as the door opened again and the couple walked in. Wanda closed the door and they sat down in the empty seats. The witch smiled. “You gave us quite a scare.” You frowned, you didn’t want to worry them. You just needed to get out. 

“Pepper gave Tony an earful after you ran off.” You still stayed quiet, afraid to say the wrong thing. “We know you didn’t steal it.” 

“Can you tell us why you ran away?” Wanda asked. 

“I was scared.” You confessed. “There was so much yelling and-” You stopped. 

“It’s okay, you can tell us.” Natasha encouraged you. Did you want to tell them? Would they look down on you? You looked down at your hands. 

“I’ve been accused of stealing before,” The Black Widow knew the instant at the bodega. “It wasn’t me but I got blamed for it and I was punished.” 

“What did they do to you?” It was an off the record foster home, Mr. and Mrs. Barrera. They were an older couple that allowed homeless kids to stay in their home. Nearby churches and food banks would donate supplies to the couple. They had a good heart but the problem was anyone could come and go as you pleased. His name was Steven. He was saving money to buy a bus ticket to Chicago and one day it was gone. 

“He hit me,” you told the couple sitting in front of you. “He wouldn’t stop hitting me.” Mr. Barrera had to pull him off of you. You looked back at the couple. Wanda had a deep sadness in her eyes while the Black Widow had a rage similar to when the shop owner wouldn’t let go of you. “So I ran. I didn’t want to get hit again.” 

“I want you to look at me,” Natasha said. You hesitated but looked into her green eyes. “I want you to really hear me. No matter what you do or how mad we get at you we’ll never lay a hand on you, okay?” 

“Okay,” you said. You wanted to believe her. You wanted to make a home with the Avenger. 

“You don’t believe her.” Wanda said. You shrugged, playing with the spoon in your hot chocolate. You only took one sip of the drink. 

“It’s hard,” you said. “I’ve been promised that before and by the end I've been left in bruises. Life hasn’t been kind to me.”

“No, it hasn’t,” Natasha admitted. “You’ve been dealt a shitty hand.” You smiled. “But you are a good kid.” Your smile fell. 

“You don’t know that.” 

“Yes we do,” Wanda smiled. “You couldn’t have so many people that care about you if you weren’t a good kid. With everything you’ve gone through, your heart is still good.” Your lip started to shake and your throat burned as you kept the tears at bay. 

“You guys are the first people to see that,” you cleared your throat. “I’d like to go back home if that’s still okay.” The Black Widow’s smile grew. 

“That offer never expires,” she said, standing up. “Let’s go home, kid.” 

*

You were anxious as you rode the elevator to the common floor. Natasha and Wanda said Tony wanted to apologize and he was waiting for you there. You just wanted to put this whole situation behind you and move on. The metal doors opened and you stepped out. The floor was empty, a stark comparison to this morning. Tony stood up from the couch as soon as he saw you. You froze immediately. Pepper kept sitting on the couch but you noticed her eyes were trained on the billionaire. “I think we got off on the wrong foot.” 

“You could say that.” You said. Natasha and Wanda stayed behind you. It was a nice feeling knowing they had your back. Tony scratched the back of his head. 

“I made a joke and it was wrong of me. I’m sorry.” He apologized. “I can’t promise I won’t do it again because I probably will.” Pepper rolled her eyes. You smiled. 

“I accept your apology.” Relief washed over the billionaire’s face. 

“That is a relief. You just saved me from a night in the dog house,” You smiled. 

“Tony.” Pepper said. Her tone made you stand a little straighter. “What else?”

“Right,” he said, snapping his fingers. “I want you to save your money and I want to build you a bookshelf.” Your eyes widened. “Would you like to join me in the lab to help me build it?” You looked at Wanda and Natasha behind you. 

“It’s up to you, kid.” Natasha said. Wanda smiled. You looked back at Tony.

“Uh, sure.” Tony smiled, clapping his hands together. You were surprised you didn’t jump from the sound. 

“Come on, kid. We got work to do.” 

*

You were surprised how organized his lap was with how extra the billionaire was. It was empty, which you were grateful for. Tony sat down in his chair. “So what kind of bookshelf are we thinking of?” He created a hologram of a bookshelf you would see at Lucia’s book store. 

“Are we not going to make a regular bookshelf?” You asked, sitting down in a chair. He sent you a look that said, ‘Do you know who you're talking to?’   

“Kid, you like in a building powered by an AI system that I created. You aren’t going to get a ‘normal’ bookshelf.” He added the quotations around the word normal. You smiled, your cheeks were starting to hurt for how much you were smiling. “So tell me your dream bookshelf.” 

You were getting a real deja vu moment as you created your dream bookshelves with the billionaire. It was when you were younger. Caleb wanted a new bed, a bunk bed that every kid in his class had. You weren’t surprised that your father went to the store that day and bought him the new bed. They spent all day building it together. Your mother was at her church group so you snuck upstairs and peeked into your brother’s room. Every instruction, every step your father gave Caleb and when he did it he was praised for a job well done. 

“Hand me that screw driver.” Tony said, pointing to a table with tools. You walked over to the table, picked up the screwdriver, and handed it to the billionaire. 

“Thanks kid.” He began to use the tool but stopped and looked at you. “Do you want to do it?” He asked. 

“Me?”

“It’s your bookshelf, you should help build it.” He handed you the screwdriver and got out of the way. You knelt down between the two pieces of wood. “So if you turn it to the right you will tighten it and if you turn it to the left it will loosen. We went to tighten the screws together so we need to turn it to the right.” You nodded, placing the screwdriver in the grove of the screw and twisted it to the right. The two pieces of wood began to move together until they couldn’t move any closer. “Great job. Ready to do the next step.”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Thank you for this, Tony.” He smiled back. 

“Don’t mention it. If you ever need anything let me know.” You nodded. “Alright! Let’s build this bookshelf!”

[ohimsummer]

asking them if they’d still love you if you were a worm

ft. aot characters, not proofread

chars: jean, connie, armin, eren, levi, hange, sasha, mikasa, annie, historia

Jean doesn’t move. You almost think he hasn’t heard you, and you’re about to reiterate the question when he asks “What?” You repeat yourself. Jean halts his current task to look you in the eyes. He studies your face for a while, almost like he’s expecting you to burst out laughing and reveal it as a prank. He shifts his weight when you’re still expectantly waiting for his answer. “Ahh, of course, baby.” You tease him over his hesitation as he returns to his chore. He pretends to be annoyed at you interrupting him with such a silly question, but the grin on his face suggests otherwise.

Connie quickly gives a resounding ‘yes’ and then immediately returns the question back to you. It takes you by surprise, and he’s offended when you don’t instantly say that you’d still love him as a worm. “Wow, really, Y/N? I said yes to you instantly but you have to think about your answer? I can’t believe you’d do this to me, babe!” Pretends not to believe you when you try to explain you were just caught off guard and makes you appease him with some kisses on the cheek.

Armin breaks his attention from his work to give you a quizzical stare. You place your hands on your hips. “Are you saying you wouldn’t love me if I was a worm, Armin?” You feign irritation when you see him struggling to hold back a smile. “Armin, I can’t believe you!” He sets his things to the side to walk after you as you exit the room, giggling the whole time. “No, angel, wait! Come back, of course I’d still love you!” Tells you he’d put you in your own massive terrarium and talk to you every day.

You’ve barely made it into the apartment you share with Eren when he pops the question: “Y/N, would you still love me if I was a worm?” He’s two rooms away doing something in the bedroom so you assume you didn’t hear correctly. When you finally arrive and ask him to repeat himself, you’re shocked to hear exactly what you thought you heard. “Uh, Eren, where is this coming from?” He shoots back “Stop dodging the question.” He’s dead serious. You give him an unamused look before replying “Yes, Eren, I would still love if you were a worm. Even though that question doesn’t make sense.” This answer seems to satisfy him, and he promptly moves on like nothing happened.

Levi is fixed on the road ahead of him, focused only on getting home to unwind when you ask him. There’s silence for a few seconds, and he directs a wary glance at you from the corner of his eyes. “What kind of question is that?” You can’t give him a proper answer to that question so you decide to deflect it, “What, you wouldn’t love me if I was a worm, babe?” He gives you a deadpan look as he turns into the driveway. “Don’t know how I could continue a relationship with something I couldn’t even communicate with. Even still, you’d probably find some way to be a pain in the ass.” Your mouth falls open in shock as he climbs out of the car, chuckling.

When you approach Hange with the question, they’re working down in the basement that they’ve turned into a little homemade lab. You’re startled when they cry out in surprise; they must have been too focused on their work to hear you come in. You ask the question again and they give an irritated tilt of their head, but you know the gears turning in their mind.”That’s actually a good question, Y/N. Would you still love me? How did I become a worm?” They end up derailing the conversation so far off track that you never actually end up with an answer.

Sasha comes rushing up to you all excited. “Babe, babe! You’d still love me if I was a worm, right?” You glance around at first because you’re so sure Connie and Jean are hiding nearby with cameras. “Hey!”, Sasha says impatiently. "What are you looking for? You would still love me, your favorite person in the world, if I was a worm, right?” A sigh runs free from your lips and you give her a somewhat patronizing pat on the head. “Sure, Sasha. I’d put you in a little jar of dirt and put you in my room to keep me company.” Sasha engulfs you in a hug. You’re still confused at her question, but you’re glad she’s pleased with your response nonetheless. 

You and Mikasa are on a walk through the park that afternoon. Your fingers are laced together and you’re blissfully enjoying the warmth of the sun when Mikasa speaks. It was so quiet you didn’t hear it, and you ask her to repeat herself. “Could you still love me if I was a worm?” You look over at her, but she’s staring at a nearby flowerbed filled with daisies and sunflowers. “Absolutely, Miki. I’d keep you in a small tic-tac box filled w soil and carry you around in my pocket. Imagine how jealous my friends would be when I pull out my worm-friend.” Mikasa looks at you now, a skeptical look in her dark eyes with a smile plastered on her face. “That was fast. How long have you been thinking about this?” You both start cracking up and continue your walk.

Annie’s working out in the living room while you sit on the couch and browse social media. You’d been meaning to ask the question for a week now, but you always got distracted and would end up forgetting. “Annii~ee, would you still love me if I was a worm?” She has earbuds in and remains lifting the small weights, so you assume she hasn’t heard you. Annie’s close enough for you to nudge with your foot, and you give her thigh a delicate poke. She stops to look at you, and before you can repeat your question she interrupts, “That’s a stupid question, I’m not answering that.” You kneel down next to her on the floor.”It’s not stupid, Annie! I would love you if you became a worm!” She gives you a deadpan look before continuing her workout routine. “That’s your problem. I’d just put you in the dirt outside and you can do what you want.” You give her a playful smack in the arm and the corners of her lips turn up into a smile.

Historia is cooking a quick lunch for you two in the kitchen when you come and sit down at the table. “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” Her answer is immediate. “That’s a strange question, but of course! I could you out back in the garden where you could have some freedom, and I’d sit and talk to you all day so you wouldn’t feel lonely.” She finishes up at the stove and faces you, leaning back on the counter. “What about you? You’d still love me too, right?” You’re gaping at her quick and loving response. She giggles and turns back to grab plates for you guys. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

[flappervcmp]

"Hard to think about the benefits when I'm choking them down."

Annie had yet to be caught off-guard by a vervain dose, but then, there was no reason currently that anyone would be trying to get her with it. It's not like she went out of her way to bring attention to herself, though it was harder to avoid than she would like.

"At this point, if somebody doesn't try and get me with vervain after this? I might actually be disappointed."

"But yes, better safe than sorry. Last thing I need is to get caught out by vervain of all things. One tiny little herb being the end of me? Not something I like to picture."

"I've been microdosing since 1864." Katherine smirked. "Though for different reasons, the benefits are the same."

After Daddy Salvatore got her unexpectedly, she wasn't about to let that happen ever again. Had she not been quick on her feet that very well could have been the end of Katherine Pierce. Just because it wasn't only meant that it added to the trauma pile. The very large trauma pile...

"It will be a little bit before the burn starts to fade but I promise you there will be a time where you will be glad that you built up that tolerance." Even if that means someday someone tries to out her with the vervain.

"Better safe than sorry, right?"

That's always been her motto.

[eunivrse]

ASMR (II) friends with benefits

# multi. aot characters / reader

─ you’d think crossing paths with the person who owns the voice you fuck yourself to almost every night would nearly be impossible, but then again, life is full of surprises.

chapter summary: is it actually who you think it is? or were you just so incredibly horny that you mistook his voice for the man you finger yourself to every night?

content warning: a lot of nsfw, slight slapping, a little degradation (also aruani sex scene so if u don’t like aruani leave now)

word count: 3.6k

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Armin Arlert.

You don’t know him, but you’ve heard enough about him.

Vice captain of the tennis team and the president of the medical club. A model student, everyone loves him. You understand why Annie referred to him as ‘pretentious’, it’s not too far-fetched since he seems to maintain his image by pleasing everyone around him.

‘Innocent facade’, what are you hiding under that pure grin of yours, Arlert?

You’ve had thoughts about him being cute, but this? There’s just no way. He’s way too busy of an individual to even have enough time to jerk off, much less to record, edit and upload it. Not only that, he just doesn’t seem like the type to say those nasty, degrading words like in the audios.

Assuming that he is Euphoria, if word spreads, his reputation will definitely be tarnished school and career-wise. He has a reputation to hold up, knowing how he is alone will catch a lot of people off guard.

He could very well just sound similar, or he’s trying to copy the real one because the ladies seem to find it hot especially as of late, but you’ve listened to hours worth of his audios.

It’s him, at least you’re sure he is.

Armin is the one behind that black screen.

Half your face is squished on the wall, trying to listen for more. You were half awake earlier, but now it’s as if you’re sober, your heart is beating rapidly.

“Hm? Just say what you want, and I might just give it to you.” His voice sounded faint, but then followed by Annie’s loud moan.

You don’t think they know you’re inside the apartment considering how shamelessly generous they’re being with the lewd noises, so you take that to your advantage and decide to keep yourself quiet.

“More- god— more please.” Lord, you’ve never heard Annie in such a vulnerable spot, but then again, knowing what that voice is capable of, it can get anyone begging for him.

“Please? Didn’t think you were this easy, doll.” You wish you could hear him clearer, he sounds even sexier live.

“Sh-shut up. I let you take charge for once and you’re suddenly so full of yourself.”

You’ve heard from Bertholdt that she’s been with him more often than usual, and you didn’t notice it before, but now you’re realizing it. You were so caught up in your own problems, you shrugged it off everytime Annie would say she’s studying with Armin because she’s “required to,” instead of taking up the offer of going out to dinner with you.

For someone who’s talked about how much she hated his guts, she kept herself close to him. You felt dumb for being unaware of that fact.

You couldn’t hear anything for a while, their voices were low and mumbly. It wasn’t until you heard both their loud moans bouncing off the wall that you found yourself almost jealous, in a way.

Annie is fucking Euphoria (potentially).

“More… please, more, more.” She grunts followed by a rasped scream.

“Greedy girl. ‘Wish I could see your face right now, but you probably like getting your hair pulled like this, huh?” From the sounds of it, it seems like he’s fucking her from behind with his hand tangled in her hair to make her back arch.

“Yes, please, please.” The skin smacking was at an efficient speed, it sounds like she’s getting the best from the best.

“Awh? Gonna cum, baby?” It was getting harder for you to hear what they’re saying because of the slap sounds, the mattress spring, and their heavy breathing. It wasn’t until Armin’s lustful groan that it stopped.

“Fuck. You’re gonna pay for that.” She sighs and from what you can hear, one of them is getting dressed again by the belt buckle noises. You heard her bedroom door open and so you tip-toed your way to yours and opened it just slightly so you can see where they’re going.

Annie opened the front door with Armin walking outside and facing her. She had nothing on but a towel wrapped around her.

It was dark outside, so you couldn’t see him that well besides the dim light in the living room illuminating his body.

“‘Course, it’s part of the deal after all, right?” His voice was the same lively voice everyone knows him by. You would never assume it’s him doing all those audios if you didn’t hear Annie first hand scream his name earlier.

A deal?

“Right.” She nods and he pushes the back of her head to his chest, her face snuggled on it.

“You’re pretty good at acting, I'm impressed.” He says, with no further context.

“Could say the same about you, gross fuck.” She pushes him off and they both start to laugh.

They were mumbling something to each other and it was until Armin waved at her goodbye that she closed the front door and went back to her room, not noticing how you’re peeking from your own door.

You went to sleep, absolutely astonished, but you didn’t have any more willpower to dissect what you just heard.

---

Classes are done and you were so ready to take a nap. Everything that happened that night a few days ago was blurry in your memory, but you remember the main parts of it all.

Armin Arlert, Euphoria and Annie’s deal with him.

You have so many questions, but no one to answer them for you. If you ask Annie, she most likely will keep her mouth shut. Plus, you’ll have the out yourself for listening in on their personal matters and for being into porn audios in general.

On the other hand, asking Armin isn’t nearly part of your equation.

Even if he is Euphoria, that didn’t stop you from listening to the audios. Though, it was a little weird since you couldn’t stop thinking about Armin everytime you tuned in.

It’s not like you aren’t attracted to him, the man is pretty to say the least. Golden, fluffy hair that bounces gracefully as he hits the ball with his shiny blue racket, toned arms that usually aren't visible unless he’s on tournaments — in which otherwise he clads himself in oversized clothing — and those gorgeous Sapphire eyes.

He isn’t well known for his looks per se, but you find yourself staring at him more often than you do with Eren.

You’ve exchanged greetings with him a few times in the past, but nothing more than that. He’s someone your friend is apparently now romantically related with, so you’d like to be out of her way as much as possible, but you can’t help but think. What if, just what if you can get Euphoria in your bedroom.

You want to get his attention without hurting anyone else in the process, but how?

Not only is he Connie’s friend, but Annie is deeply involved with him.

Speaking of, just as you were about to walk out of the building, a hand squeezed the back of your neck from behind. You turned around to see Eren.

“Hey!” You give him a friendly wave and he saunters his way next to you as you both exit the building, the smell of the oak and fresh grass sinking into your system.

“How are you?” He looks to the side to face you eye to eye.

“Good, good. Do you need something?” You ask politely, slightly suspicious of his intentions. You dug yourself a hole by implying you were interested in him the other night when it was really just out of the spur of the moment. You needed someone to talk to and it just so happens Eren was there for you.

“Nothing, just being nice and wanting to greet a friend.” His tone seemed genuine, so you let your guard down a little.

“Ah. Okay, Eren-“

“Don’t worry about it. I thought about it too and figured it wouldn’t have been a good idea.” He sighs, hands behind his head while he blows a bubble from his gum.

“Hm. Is that what you followed me here for then?” You tease, your elbow nudging his arm.

“Follow you? I just happened to see you here, dumbass. I was gonna text you if I didn’t see you.” He scoffs, his hand making its way on the top of your head in a friendly manner.

“Awh, how nice of you.” You roll your eyes, on your way to the campus convenience store to pick up a quick snack before coming back to the apartment.

It was quiet for a few seconds, but it wasn’t awkward at all, probably because both of you are on your phones.

It wasn’t until the question popped in your mind and you didn’t think long enough to decide whether or not it’s a good idea to ask Eren about it.

“Hey, does Armin own a YouTube channel perhaps?” Stupid. It was a dumb question.

“Huh?? I don’t think so. Why do you ask?” You didn’t know why you asked in the first place. Everything about Euphoria is confidential, no one has ever been able to track his voice to his face. How would someone like Eren know?

Or rather, why would Eren tell you even if he does know?

“Nothing. ‘Thought he looked similar to someone I saw there.” You lie. He was barely paying attention to you as he seemed to be messaging someone.

“Oh- well, it was nice talking to ya, we should hang more. If you wanna link, just hit me up.” He gives your shoulder a sportish slap before walking away from you.

You sigh through your nose, disappointed that Eren wasn’t much help. Armin being him in general is a long shot. It might not even be him, but still. You’re not going to let that idea go until there’s solid proof that it’s not him.

It’s just the idea that out of the billions of people in this world, Euphoria himself might be studying in the same campus as you. That thought alone drives you nuts.

And you might not think so, but you’re pretty. It’s not just Eren and Connie, but a lot of people you’re involved with have had their eyes on you at one point.

It’s a shame, really. You’ve spent most your nights the past month flicking the fuck out of your clit with your own finger while listening to some stranger online who beats off for money, rather than someone doing it for you.

But for some reason, a man whose face you’ve never even seen can make you cum faster and harder than anyone you’ve had sex with.

As you made your way to the store, a fist bonked you on the head.

“Connie.” You laugh, immediately sensing his way of greeting. His playful hitting is something you’ve missed the past month. You consider him a good friend, that’s why rejecting him was a difficult decision for you.

“What’s up? Haven’t talked to you since-“

“Last month.” You giggle, finishing the rest of his sentence.

“Yep…” He sighs as he follows you to the store. You were kinda glad he hasn’t shown any signs of hard feelings so far. It’s not like you left off on a bad note, it just became awkward after you turned him down.

“So are you and Eren, you know…” He brings up as you go on the snack aisle.

“Oh- no, no!! It wasn’t like that- well, I mean- ugh. I turned him down actually.” You stutter, surprised that he’s aware of you and Eren’s impulse interaction.

“Eren? You turned down Eren?! You’re insane, woman.” He put his hand against his chest and pretended to gasp. In contrast to Armin’s image, Eren is more confident— almost arrogant in a way which is something you aren’t too fond of. Connie’s personality is similar, except that he’s joking 99% of the time.

”Why does it matter?” You snicker as you pick up your favorite bag of chips.

“If I were you, I would’ve slept with him either way.”

“Connie-“ You cover your mouth with your palm, trying to hide your laughter.

“What? I’d smash too if I got the chance. I wanna see why those girls keep coming back to him, y’know?” He kept a straight face but then hollered in laughter. Good thing there were no people around, Connie’s chuckle sounded like an ill duck.

“No, but seriously. It just didn’t feel right. He agreed with me, so it’s no hard feelings.” You shrug.

“Hm, that’s fair, but if this is about what I said last month, then really. It’s fine. We were never exclusive anyways.” He smiles. He’s too nice, it’s making you wonder why you even rejected him in the first place.

But both you and Connie know the main reason. You’re paranoid that if ever you do end up dating him and you somehow break up, you don’t know what that’ll do to your friendship.

You’d let him fuck you senseless since that’s how everything started with him anyways, but romance? That’ll just cause more drama than necessary.

---

Well, damn it all.

“Your pussy still feels good as ever, so fuckin warm and nice for me.” Connie groans with one of his hands over your mouth and his other pulling your wrist behind as he pounded from the back.

As opposed to Connie outside of bed, his words during sex are vile, but it’s almost endearing in a way.

It happened out of the blue. He walked you all the way to your apartment after you bought your snack, and you accidentally kissed him goodbye, due to habit. It was a kiss longer than necessary and before you knew it, you had your clothes off and naked bodies both on the bed.

You were nervous about this being an implication that you were interested in him in that way, but he ensured that he’s over you and just wanted things to go back to normal.

And being back to normal for both of you means mindless fucking whenever either of you feel like it.

Friends with benefits, in other words.

Of course, he might’ve just said those words to get into your pants, but it’s Connie. He doesn’t lie when it comes to your feelings. He knows why you had to do what you did, and he understands that. The only reason you had a slight fallout with him was because you wanted to avoid the awkwardness.

Which you now realize that you shouldn’t have worried about in the first place.

“Feel s’good-“ You drool on his palm.

You’re getting good dick, and yet you couldn’t stop thinking about Euphoria. You were imagining that his cock is the one impaling in you, that it’s him saying how good your cunt feels.

The disgusting words escaping his mouth while he slaps his hips against yours, praising you for being an obedient slut, or the pitiful strings of plea he cries while you’re on top of him, his warm hands on your waist, squeezing on it as he begs you to let him cum.

Your filthiest imaginations are based straight off the audios, the mystery man has you completely wrapped around his finger.

Your reasoning as to why audios are better than standard porn is because you hate the idea of fingering yourself to random faces, as opposed to audios where you can imagine the voice with whoever you want to.

Though, partly why you consented with having sex with Connie is because you wanted to clear your mind about him.

Euphoria has destroyed you. Again, everything about him is unknown. No name, no face whatsoever, excluding the assumption that it’s Armin. You’re still trying to process what you heard the other day, it’s so surreal.

Is it really Armin?

Or were you just so wasted that night that you deluded yourself into thinking he was Euphoria?

Connie lets go of your mouth and grabs your hips to ram himself deeper, your walls squeezing around his cock.

“Is Annie home?” He slowed his pace down, but his thrust was still deep and impactful. The sloppy sound of your cunt slapping against Connie’s girth is so exciting to him. It boosts his ego knowing that someone is this wet for him.

Little did he know that you were in your own world the whole time. No amount of pussy or dick has ever made you as soaked as you are when you listen to the man behind the black screen.

“N-no, she doesn’t go home until nine.” You whimper, your mouth wide open in hopes that it would prevent you from screeching.

The hand that was originally over your mouth slapped you on your breast, so he could squeeze it, his thumb and his index finger pinching on the nipple ever so slightly. He was slathering your drool all over your chest and it was getting harder for you to sit upright the more he thrust himself in you.

“Connie- goddamn-“ You huff, both your hands planted on the mattress while you faced the headboard.

Connie’s moans were sensual, sultry and comforting. It feels natural, you’ve never had an awkward experience with him in terms of sex. He’s all for communication, the last thing he wants is for you to be unsettled when you’re with him.

“Fuck, jesus fuck. It’s so hard to keep you quiet when you sound so good like this.” He groans, his free palm slapping against the skin of your ass, making you let out a cry in response.

Those words of his struck an idea in you.

Nonetheless, you didn’t have time to think as you felt your abdominal area tighten, then after a loud moan of his name, you came around his condom.

“So damn pretty.” He sighs as he releases, his lips collapsing on your neck as he gives you soft nibbles without pulling out.

He slowly slid himself out, then tossed the latex in your trash can. You got up to do your business in the restroom, then you see Connie picking his clothes back up. His body has a beautiful tan, toned back and subtle abs on his chest.

“Um… Connie.”

“Yeah?” He grabs his shirt from the ground and puts it back on.

“Do you know who Euphoria is?” You sit next to him, your body still bare.

“The guy who beats off on YouTube? Heard about him from Sasha. Her and Hitch go crazy over him, I swear.” He groans in disappointment.

“What’s your opinion on him?” You aren’t sure why you’re asking Connie about this, but the more you think about it, the more you decide that he’s the only person you feel comfortable enough asking this question to.

Pieck has a huge mouth, she can never keep anything to herself as much as you love her. Porco, Reiner, and Bertholdt most likely don’t give one shit about this, and Annie is on her own island most of the time, she’ll make fun of you for even asking.

As much as Connie teases you, he knows how to keep to himself. He has a lot of secrets in his hair too, ironically enough. One being that he regularly eats Sasha’s imported stash of chocolate, sweets exclusive to other countries. There was this one time Connie slept over at your place and you ended up sharing your deepest secrets all night.

You aren’t that close with Sasha, but you’ve hung out with Connie enough to know something about her: that particular stash of chocolate is something she values more than friendship.

“It’s weird, but the man is probably loaded. I’d moan for money too if I had his voice.” He laughs, not thinking much of your odd questions.

In the heat of it all, you considered for a split second on making your own channel to get Euphoria's attention, but that's definitely out of the radar now, knowing that there's a plethora of content much like his and you'd only be wasting time in even trying to outdo him.

Regardless, you were nothing but a mere fan before, but if there's a chance that he goes to the same university as you, then you'd do whatever you can for him to notice you. To notice at least your voice.

“I’m hungry.” Connie jumps up, stretches his arms out, and tilts his neck sideways to crack it, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Lucky for you, Connie isn’t the type to ask for elaboration, so your suspicious questions didn’t seem to faze him all that much.

However, feeling horrible for the man in front of you that actually cares, you decide to ask him out to get your mind off things. “It’s only 6 pm, wanna eat out?” You stand up to open your drawer so you can take some clothes out to wear.

“Only if you’re paying.” He teases.

“It’s not a date, pay your own, ugly.”

After bickering for 5 minutes, you finally agreed to his request of going to a tex-mex place.

As you and Connie walked out of your apartment, your phone got a notification.

Patreon

🆕 euphoria just posted “guided audio; special guest feature.”

hope you enjoy, beautiful.

© EUNIVRSE 2022

[greatwesternway]

For Reasons, @littlewestern and I needed to compile a list of canon train opinions on singing. This is not exhaustive, as we haven't watched a lot of the more unfortunate era of the show and haven't caught every reference to it in the books. It also takes liberties with deciding whether particular songs in the movies are diegetic or not.

Thomas: Sings songs with Annie and Clarabel while working (Thomas and the Guard).

Annie and Clarabel: See above.

Edward: Finds other people's singing amusing but does not join in (P.A. Problems).

Gordon: Does not like to sing as a performance, but will if Sir Topham Hatt wants him to (Journey Beyond Sodor). Does sing a bit to himself as he's being streamlined though (The Great Race).

James: Yes, if the song is about how splendid he is (Journey Beyond Sodor).

Percy: Sings, but off key (Bluebells of England).

Troublesome Trucks: Abso-fkn-lutely, especially if they can figure out derisive lyrics to the tune of Pop Goes the Weasel (Pop Goes the Diesel, Toad Stands By).

Duck: disapproves (Toad and the Whale), but has been seen to hum to himself when coasting down hills alone (A Close Shave).

Donald: insisted with his brother on leading a round of Auld Lang Syne for Stepney's departure (Bowled Out).

Douglas: Stated to know at least some Scottish songs and criticized Percy's singing (Bluebells of England).

Oliver: Finds it silly, but doesn't disapprove exactly. Also doesn't participate and does tire of it after a while (Toad and the Whale). Did, however, sing a bit to tease his coaches when he was going through his smug asshole phase (Resource and Sagacity).

Nia: Sings to pass time on long routes (Big World, Big Adventures).

Not So Troublesome African Trucks: Yes, to pass the time and they collectively know songs that aren't Pop Goes the Weasel (Big World, Big Adventures).

Rebecca: Sings along with her Troublesome Trucks, to their confusion and dismay (Chucklesome Trucks).

Salty: Sings sea shanties, even in his sleep (A Shed for Edward).

Porter: Cannot go to sleep without Salty's sleep shanties (A Shed for Edward), will sing along if awake (Thomas the Quarry Engine).

Cranky: Will sing along if others are singing (Thomas the Quarry Engine).

Toad: Fuckin' LOVES singing, especially if by the seaside (Toad and the Whale).

Daisy: Approves of singing, but only if you do it right. No silly lyrics (Daisy's Perfect Christmas).

Mavis: Knows at least one song and is willing to sing it, the same song everyone knows about being by the seaside (Thomas the Quarry Engine).

Peter Sam: Yes, until he gets bummed out by the prospect of his railway being sold (Little Old Twins).

Sir Handel: Yes, in a Troublesome Truck fashion, to rag on his bro (Special Funnel).

Duncan: NO. Fucking hates singing and music (Faulty Whistles, Duncan the Humbug). However, he is a good sport and participates by blowing his whistle along with the other Skarloey Railway engines during the cleaners' All-metal Band that comes to play for Skarloey and Rheneas' 100th birthday (Duck and Dukes).

Diesel: Maybe? He's got a penchant for showmanship, but hard to say about singing specifically.

Bill and Ben: Yes, to tease other engines (Rosie is Red).

Sidney: Yes, to (attempt to) remember his assignments (Sidney Sings).

Skiff: Maybe? He sings a little to remind Captain John that they gotta fuck off before dawn (Sodor's Legend of the Lost Treasure).

Ashima: Hums at the coal hopper (The Great Race).

Frankie and Hurricane: Yes, to lure unsuspecting engines with the siren song of steelworking! (Journey Beyond Sodor)

[hattiewritesalot]

~Anytime, sweetheart~

Johanna Mason x fem!reader

Summary: While hiding out in District 13, Johanna meets her polar opposite: (Y/N) Mellark. Peeta's older sister.

Warnings: talk about murder, Peeta being mentally unstable, Johanna basically getting over her morphine addiction, what do you expect this is The Hunger Games

A/N: This is (once again) a request from my sibling. This is set just after Johanna, Peeta and Annie get rescued, and Finnick and Prim survive <3

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'Johanna Mason. Pleasure to meet you.'

Despite the grin on her face and lack of malice in the words she spoke, the woman in front of you frightened you. More than Snow did, more than anybody did.

You had heard the stories, how could you not have? She was an idol, her survival in The Hunger Games making her appealing to all. You remembered watching her game, watching her every move.

You thought she was amazing; smart, sly and utterly, utterly gorgeous. Perhaps that's what scared you the most.

'(Y/N), Miss Mason, (Y/N) Mellark.'

'Ah, so you're the (Y/N) Peeta never seemed to shut up about.'

A blush took over your face, its warmth creeping down your neck.

'I suppose so.'

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You thought you were scared of Johanna, but the two of you had a long conversation, seemingly agreeing on everything. It was strange, how well you had bonded in the span of ten minutes, but even then you felt like you'd known her for years.

Johanna was easy-going, she didn't care that you were nervous, didn't care how shy you were. For her, it was like a breath of fresh air into her smoke-filled lungs.

You could've continued talking for hours, days even, but you were interrupted by your close friend Finnick. You two had gotten along well during your shared time at District 13.

'Hey Jo, how's it going?'

She rolled her eyes and gestured to her shaved head.

'What does it look like, dumbass?'

Finnick smiled and let out a small laugh, before turning to you, his face suddenly turning serious.

'Peeta's awake.'

Your heart came to a halt, the world around you seemed to spin, and you didn't know whether you were going to vomit or pass out. Your little brother, your everything, tortured for weeks on end, finally safe.

You took a deep breath, placing a hand on the medical cabinet to keep yourself upright, and fiddled with your ponytail with the other.

'Alright, thanks for letting me know, am I allowed to see him?'

'You can see him, but don't get too close. Coin fears he's still too unstable, after all, we all know what he did to Katniss.'

You cringed, remembering the girl's bloodshot eyes and bruised neck better than you wanted to.

Finnick walked away then, giving you no chance to respond.

'You okay?'

Johanna's voice and almost gentle tone caught you off guard, but you managed to stand up straight and give an affirmative answer.

'Yes, thank you, and thank you for this conversation. It has been a rather pleasant experience.'

'Pleasure's all mine.'

She smiled at you again, sending a dozen fireworks flying through your heart.

'I hope we can speak again sometime.' You said, walking away in Finnick's direction.

'Anytime, sweetheart!'

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Peeta was getting better, and so was your friendship with Johanna. She never judged you or made fun of you, she barely even teased you like she did with everybody else. However, some aspects of your friendship with her felt like something more.

One night, in particular, caught you off guard.

You were walking around District 13, unable to sleep and hoping to spark a conversation with Johanna, when you noticed her sitting upright on the medical bed.

You walked quietly towards her, and began speaking, before you were cut off by Johanna's arms around your waist.

'(Y/N), oh my dearest (Y/N), have I ever told you how much I love you?'

You froze, a flush creeping up your neck.

'Because I really really love you.'

Noticing the morphine pouches on the bedside table, you sighed.

'Jo, you're high'

'That doesn't stop me from loving you. C'mere.'

She tugged on your arm and you fell on the bed with her, lying next to her as she continued.

'Y'know, when I kill Snow, me and you are getting married.'

The redness had made its way onto your face by now at her words.

'You don't really have a choice. We're getting married. And nobody can stop us.'

'Well,' You began, unsure of how to continue, 'I will certainly be happy if we married.'

What was that!? Johanna was intoxicated, clearly, and you thought it was okay to pour out your heart to her?

'So will you be happy when I do this?'

She asked, before grabbing the collar of your shirt and kissing you.

Ah, so it was okay to pour your heart out to her.

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The kiss ended quicker than you wanted it to, and you let out a small laugh before resting your head on the bed's pillows.

'Yes, I will certainly be very happy when you do that.'

'Anytime, sweetheart.'

That phrase again, except this time it held so much more feeling and emotion behind it.

'Let's get some sleep.' She said abruptly, pulling the thin covers over the two of you.

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Despite feeling absolutely terrible the next morning, Johanna couldn't help but feel her heart melt at the sight of you sleeping beside her, hair messy and softly breathing.

No, she didn't know how life was going to work out for her. But with you, it seemed to get a whole lot better.

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[awhiskeyriver]

Hi, hope you are doing well 💕 Love your writing. Was wondering if we can get another sss for The Tutor if possible? If not, that's totally fine too!

Hi lovely! I have been well just very busy and time has slipped away so fast! Yes, here is another snippet. I promise I am still working on getting the chapter out! A longer sneak peak for your patience....

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“So...Ms. Annie. Have any plans this afternoon?”

“Is this you cashing in whatever favor it is you think I owe you?” I asked, quirking a brow.

“No, I’m still thinking about that. This is just me making friendly conversation.”

“That’s too bad,” I tisked, startled a little by my blatant flirting. Why was I flirting with Finnick Odair? Since when did I flirt with anyone, let alone him? 

“Is it?”

I smirked before hoisting my bag higher up on my shoulder.

“I don’t have anything extraordinary planned. Just stopping by the farmers market on my way back to the dorms. I’ll probably spend the evening in the library.”

“No parties?”

“No,” I laughed, tucking back a loose piece of hair.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, lopsided grin on his face.

“The idea of me at a party, that’s what.” The idea of me being invited to a party…

“Yeah,” he agreed, running a hand long the length of his backpack strap. “I’m not a big fan of the whole party scene either.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not lying,” he said, crossing an X over his chest.

I snorted with a roll of my eyes.

“Right. That’s why you’re out every weekend, hmm? Your friends gag and chain you.”

“My friends wish they were that kinky.”

I felt my cheeks sting at his comment and stared hard at the ground. 

“I go because it’s something to do…and kind of expected of me. But if I’m being honest I’d rather just chill at home and watch a movie or something.”

“That’s surprising.”

“Is it?”

“Well, yeah. You’re on the football team.” And gorgeous. “The two kind of go hand-in-hand. I just figured you were the kind of person who was the life of the party around campus.”

“Don’t get me wrong, parties are great. It’s always fun to unwind after a stressful week…but at some point it’s not worth it to have to run the extra drills to burn off calories from drinking. And 7am Saturday practice is far more brutal hungover.”

“7am practice?”

“Every week.”

“And you chose to come here on your time off?” I asked, somewhat surprised. Finnick looked unfazed.

“I said I would.”

“Yeah, but why?” Why on earth would he choose to spend his Saturday afternoon during break with me and a bunch of little ballerinas?

Finnick shrugged, looking caught off guard for once in his life.

“Beats doubling up lessons in a few weeks on spring training starts. Besides, the more work I put in now, the better. I want to be able to start next season.”

    There wasn’t much to add, so instead I nodded awkwardly in silent understanding. Finnick shifted on his feet before clearing his throat.

    “So…need a strong stud to carry around any bags for you? Sample the local cuisine? Haggle prices? I could use a few things myself.”

    “Like what? Don’t enjoy what your private chef has whipped up on the menu tonight?”

    “Private chef?” he chuckled. “I’m cool, but not that cool. Closest thing we have to a private chef in our house is Peeta. There’s nothing he makes that I don’t like.”

    I laughed despite myself, an action which didn’t escape Finnick’s notice. His smile increased, almost proud.

    “So, the market then?”

[monstas1ut2]

2/3 Eren Yeager (Smut Warning!)

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!

The screenshot sound was pretty loud as your back went up and down like a roach sprayed with raid. The male on the other side of the phone laughing his ass off. Well, he wasn't the only one.. but he's the one who took the screenshot.

"Delete that shit, don't put it on Instagram Connie!" Your pretty face was immediately in the camera's view. Your eyes a little wide at the fact that you were caught off guard. But at the same time, you let yourself go in front of the group. That's your wrong doing. But it made them smile nonetheless.

The people who were on the call at the moment were Connie, Jean, and Sasha. The rest were either too bothered to be in such a crackhead group, or they were busy.. probably the first one. Anyways, everyone in first period happened to be your friend, they were all different but they adored you nonetheless... even Annie... she just hides hers pretty well. Anyways, It's almost the end of senior year already and the bond is hard to break..

"That's my favorite song, you can't be catchin a hoe off guard.." you scolded the bald male who still happened to be laughing. His controller in his hand since he was playing nba2k. Jean was also playing but at the moment he was trying to figure out what you were doing.. and he's mad he didn't see..

"What did she do now?!"

"She was throwing her back out of place!" Sasha muffled out as she was stuffing her cheeks with a Hershey chocolate bar. She was also watching Hell's Kitchen on her tv, you could hear it.

"Daddy Jean aint need to hear all that.." you playfully spoke as you bit your lip at him. It was obvious he liked you, not to the point where he wanted a relationship though.. he's just a bit of a man whore.

Though everytime you mumble a 'Daddy Jean' , he's all for it. That's yo bitch.

After a bit of a pause of talking, Connie had picked up his phone and you were now cleaning the table that was in your room. The last time you were in this room, you didn't even have time to clean... Your father was screaming for you to hurry.

Let's explain, this weekend, you are visiting Hange, your mother . She missed you so she invited you to stay for a few days. Today is Friday so you have the whole weekend with her. She had planned Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention, Monday is a holiday so no school. 

"Hey guys... uh Armin and Eren having a party.. y'all comin?"

All while Sasha said yes, along with Jean.. you were still jamming to 2-pac spitting his shit. Your hand movements not going unseen by the three on your phone. So in result of not having a response from you, Connie screamed oh so suddenly which caused you to jump pretty high.

"What the Fuck is yo problem!? You bein held by gunpoint nigga?" Your voice showing 1% concern as you moved closer to the phone on your dresser and you stared into it.. quite surprised still.

"(Y/n)... you makin my hair fall out..." Connie spoke as he gave a sarcastic smile and... wow it was hard for everyone to suppress their laughter... your face would turn purple instead of red though..

"Ight~... watchu want?..."

"Eren-"

"Oooh, Eren.." you spoke in interest, your long eyelashes fluttering. This however made Jean and Connie 'throw up' at the same time. All while you rolled your (e/c) eyes.

"Yall do too much-.. and Jean, stay in yo game ight?.. befo I come through the screen and punch-"

"Eren havin a party.. are you going..?"

Tilting your head in slight disbelief that Connie interrupted you. Your eyes rolled as you looked to the side. Obviously leading them on, but at the same time they knew that Hange will let you go...

"Fine. But somebody pickin me up.. and Sasha cuz boo-boo can't drive worth a dime.."

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

As much as you hated it, you sat uncomfortably in the dodge... Ugh... It's just something about you and dodge's. The cars radiate fuck boy energy, and guess who happened to be driving this car? Jean..

Though he let you sit in the passenger seat just because. Your eyes staring out the window as you messed with the stockings you had on. They were in a bit of a web, that was the design. You also had on a plaid skirt and this crop top with some white platforms. Oh you looked scrumptious.

The person who put this outfit together in the first place was Hange.

"Baby Jean, you need a new car... cuz-"

"It radiates Fuck boy energy.. you said it the first time you ever saw it... I know.." Jean pouted as he continued to drive to Eren's house. Who was shared with Armin. The two always lived together, some speculated that they were... sparkle sparkle.. gay.. but they aren't.. not that you would've minded.. it just would've been a bummer.

"(Y/n)... Didn't Your father take your car away...?"

Glaring back at Connie, who was wearing a white shirt with black pants and some timbs. You rolled your eyes and looked through your window again.

"Yeah but my car is a Mitsubishi.."

The neighborhood around these parts were quite pretty. Just like where you lived with your dad. But at the same time you were confused as to how Eren and Armin could afford such a place. The first thing popping in your mind being. Drug dealer and then you thought about what Sukihana said about dating them...

That's probably why Levi didn't want you around him... Yeah.. This whole senior year has been Levi making sure Eren doesn't sit beside you... nor have a project with you... It's like he barely existed at first. Though you always had these ways to talk to him. He's not even that bad.. he's quite the hottie and he knows what to say... he's just a flirt, and you edge him on every time...

"(Y/n)! Can you come with me to find the food?"

Snapping out of those thoughts of Eren, you didn't even realize Jean had already parked. A small 'mhm' coming from your throat as you opened the car door. Everyone else doing the same. Lord it was a bunch of people out here. People were outside and inside which was baffling honestly.

A soft hand touched your wrist and started to drag you towards the house door. It was Sasha, her mouth almost watering for something to eat. She told Eren to make sure there was extra cheese in the fridge for her. Hidden... and lo and behold when you both shimmied through the crowd, the cheese was in the fridge. Her eyes beaming as she grabbed some chips as started eating like it was her last meal, nothing out of the ordinary.

"This music actually hits..." you spoke out to nobody in particular as your hips started to move ever so gently. Though as nice as your body was, it looked more seductive than anything. Popping one of those chips into your mouth as your hips continued to wine ever so gently.

The looks you were getting, not only lustful but want... The way your long dreads just complimented your look had only made it worse. The second you decide to stop, it seemed like everyone stopped looking at you. In slight despair that you'd stopped. Though one individual in particular was continuing to stare...

His hand, wrapped around the cup as he'd sipped at the liquid inside. The black ring on his middle finger caused his hand to look hotter than it already was. He had these prominent veins that would just look so pretty on your brown skin...

"She likes you too..." the blonde that was a tad bit shorter spoke to his childhood friend, Eren.

"What makes you say that..." lord, somehow over all this music, and his low tone... you could still feel the vibration of Eren's voice. Just glancing from the kitchen as Eren was sitting on the couch in the living room. Leaning back like he owned the place... well he did.

Fine ass..

Giving him a bit of a stare, your glossy lips curved into a smirk as you glanced at him up and down. All before turning your attention back to your friend who was having the time of her life eating...

"So Sash.. what's up with you and Connie...? Yall gon date.. or-"

"(Y/n)!"

"My bad.. my bad.. I just wanted to know"

The party was a bit lively, more than anything since this is a longer weekend. So everyone was happy.. including you because they were playing your favs. So of course your body started to move again. That skirt of yours being a paid actress in helping you look more hot. Though, what you did not expect was someone coming up behind you...

Now that's nasty..

You whipped your head around about to give them an earful... though... you saw that smexy... face and you looked kinda shocked...

"Oh..." you choked out before turning your head again.. Eren's evil little smirk had caught you off guard. It boosted his confidence even more that you didn't feel the need to even move away from him. His hands slithering onto your full hips.

Man, he was really risking everything this time... considering your father is.. Levi...

This however was thrown out of the window because of the fact that you could feel Eren's... crotch against that thick form of yours. That little smirk on your face only widening as you started to gently rub against him, your back bending over somewhat.

His long brown hair then started to ever so gently fall in front of his face as his greenish eyes stared hard into your body. That harsh little grip on your waist made you feel all different types of high. Gawd.

"You like that huh...? I know.." your cute, but seductive voice made Eren chuckle just a tad. It causing you to almost choke on those words.. This man didn't need to TRY to be hot... he was already smexy.

His hands then started to travel up your body to your arms and he gently pulled you up towards him, your back against his scrumptious chest. All you could do was open your mouth a bit, quite surprised that he wanted to be this close with you.

"Eren... You a lil close... you needa tell me sum?"

The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself... it was new to Eren when he first met you.. but he got used to it real quick and he noticed he wanted something he never knew existed.. and that was you.

"Can't tell you here... but I can tell you in the bedroom..." Eren purred out, his voice smooth as a babies skin, smooth as butter. It caused you to tingle, the female between your legs wanting that more than anything.

Biting your glossy lips, the room started to become hotter than it already was. The people who were in the house started to pile out of the main and started to go outside. It was quite cold outside as well, but the party continues.

"Where the hell is (Y/n)..." Jean spoke to himself as he watched Connie and Sasha become drunks in two seconds. It was obvious he himself could not drink since he is the driving parent tonight.. but he now had nothing to do... he's just wondering where... you are..

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ

"S-..Shit Eren~..."

The (f/c) nails you had were now digging into Eren's muscular arms as his lips caressed your neck. The seductive kisses making dark marks on your brown, beautiful skin.

Your head being thrown back onto the soft black pillow as your pretty toes curled. Feeling Eren's slender fingers inside of your pussy. His intimidating green eyes watching your every expression, every move. Seeing that your crop top was already rolled up over your pretty chocolate mound breasts that were covered with your bra.

"E-Eren, s-stahp..." choking that out, you could hear the loud rip of your stockings when Eren moved his hand out of them. The wetness of your brown pussy lips being known pretty well when Eren's fingers slid your panties to the side.

"You don't want me to stop... huh...?"

"N-No.."

The electricity shocked through you when you watched Eren stare down into your eyes. Lust and want, all in them as his key necklace dangled in front of your face ever so gently.

His shirt immediately being discarded as he watched your pussy pulse from his fingers being pulled away from it. It was amazing to him how much you wanted him.. it was amazing... it ran something through him...

All you could see was his muscular frame, his hands to match as he easily tore through your bra. Watching the way your breasts fumbled out of the cups. He never seen a black woman's breasts before.. but it couldn't get any better than this though.. is what he thought.

"Daddy~... don't stare at em..." you pouted playfully before licking your glossy lips. Just running your fingers up Eren's arms as you eventually made your way up to his luscious hair. Running your fingers through the locks. Pulling him down ever so gently to finally get that kiss you wanted.

Eren's eyes glowed when he felt your soft lips, the lip gloss giving him this taste of lovely. His lips tasted of some sugar, kinda made you wonder what was in his cup before this.

The wetness of Eren's tongue touching yours as the both of you withered in this naughty, sloppy kiss. Something you both weren't supposed to do.... It was fun, crazy... scary..

"You act all bad outside of the bedroom huh... but you ain't ever have someone touch you..." Eren teased gently, in a whisper against your lips. His hand gripping your chin as he stared at your innocent looking face. Gently spitting all nastily into your mouth and you moaned out seductively. Swallowing it so easily..

"Show daddy you'll be able to take it..."

Eren's cock was so hard in his pants, it being unzipped by him and his underwear was now restricting his release. His eyes staring at your pretty pussy, the wet, pink insides were bright and untouched. Though his pale cock was eager to invade it.

"I-.. I can take it daddy..." your whimpers echoed In Eren's ears as he pushed his underwear down. Your knees being pushed to your chest as you felt Eren's stare. The plaid skirt you had was still on, so you tried to cover your pretty pussy with it.

"Stop... don't hide now.." Eren scoffed out as he gripped under your thighs, the underside of his cock rubbing up and down your wet and gooey pussy.

"Hold your legs... don't move.."

It was so demanding, your pussy clenching already as the wetness dripped down to your other hole. Your pretty, long nails visible to Eren as you held your legs as tightly as you could. Knowing Eren's cock was a monster. You could see it... right between your legs.. right between your brown pussy lips.. the contrast was unbelievable..

"F-Fuck!! Eren~~ ow~" the way your painted toes curled gave Eren a shiver of excitement. Your back arching ever so slightly as your virgin hole was taken away from you. Squeezing tightly around Eren's experienced cock.

"Shh.. it's Ight.. take it babydoll.." Eren's whisper was gentle and sincere as his thumb started to gently rub at your clit. Causing you to swallow your spit, though it spilled out. What also spilled out is your loud whimper. Your legs staying wide open for him as your hand slowly slid up his muscular structure.

"It's .. i-it's so big..."

Hearing these whimpers and words spill from your throat, Eren couldn't help but take his hand and wrap it around your throat. Causing your breath to be taken away oh so suddenly when Eren snapped his hips forward even more.

"Fuck!" Your moan could probably be heard outside as your breasts bounced from the impact. Eren's smirk wide as he felt the tightness of your insides. His necklace going back and forth ever so gently as his pelvis started to clap against you. The feeling was so foreign to you, having someone ram into you like this. But it was Eren... it wasn't just 'someone'..

Your (f/s) scent was powering against Eren's own scent. The feeling of Eren's cock was starting to really take a toll on you..

"A-Ahgh..."

Eren's cock was being enclosed so tightly, you just wet up his Dick so well.. he was starting to become obsessed.. more than he already was.

"Daddy's. little. pussy..." his deep voice echoed in your ears as he started to get a bit faster. Your breasts bouncing even more as Eren made sure that skirt was moved out the way. He wanted to make sure to see everything. His hand squeezing harder at your throat. It was keeping you firm against the bed, like a little fuck doll...

"I-it's your pussy Eren~"

Curling those pretty toes again, you could feel the bubbles in your lower region. The craziest orgasm you've ever experienced... just tip toeing to the tippy top. All you could muster was a pathetic whine. Your eyes watering up behind your long eyelashes.

"I'm-.. I'm cumming..." Your voice was so weak, it sounded like you were passing out almost. Just rolling your eyes back as the bed frame started to hit the wall. Your pussy gushing more than usual as the white cum started to coat Eren's cock a little.

"Shit... yeah~..." Eren growled under his breath, watching you come undone on his pale cock. Your thicker form was just so adorable, looking all bent up. Your locs scattered around ever so softly.

It was like he was fucking a goddess...

Eren was between harsh and soft, his manhandling ways were shown easily by the way he pulled out quickly and turned you over. Your plump ass shaking like jello as his cock easily slipped inside once again.. filling you up for the second time. God you just couldn't wait till you could feel his cum...

"Imma Fuck you till you turn dumb..." Eren spoke harshly as his long fingers gripped at some of your locs. Pulling them and wrapping them around his wrist somewhat. Gaining all control over you and your own body...

He wasn't playing either...

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