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loveshotzz · 2 years ago

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Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader / Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Summary: You and Steve find comfort in each trying to mend your broken hearts. When you two cross the line at Steve’s New Year’s Eve party feelings start to get involved. When your best friend Eddie finds out, despite dating Chrissy he finds himself jealous realizing he might be be too late.

Warnings: We got angst, we got fluff and most importantly we got smut. Minors, this isn’t for you.

Authors Note: This is part two of three (maybe four) of this short series, I am so overwhelmed with all the positive responses to this story. I feel really proud of this chapter, hopefully it’s not false confidence. Comments, reblogs and likes are always so appreciated. Thank you to everyone who is reading my work, it means the world to me.

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“The fuck you mean Harrington’s picking you up?”

Eddie sounds stunned at the new information you’ve given to him. Sprawled out on his unkept bed you peak over the top of the magazine you’d been ‘reading’. He’s sitting on the chair next to you the one that’s usually covered in a pile of a random mixture of both your clothes. These day’s it’s mostly just his, your eyes had managed to catch the white and green of a Hawkins cheer skirt the last time you were here, the sight adding more to the growing distance between you and your best friend. The said pile of clothes was now shoved on the floor beside him, their new home while he practices whatever guitar solo he’s currently obsessed with.

“I said I can’t watch Wrestling with you tonight-” Eddie cuts you off before you can finish.

“—Because Steve “The Hair” Harrington is picking you up.” Setting his guitar down next to him, he tries to read your blank expression. You’d been even more distant with him lately and there was a new added layer of coldness since New Years he didn’t understand. Barely seeing you over the last two weeks, he was only able to coax you over here under the guise of a blunt and the promise of best friend time something that lacked since Chrissy.

“Yes, what’s so hard to understand about that Eddie?” Rolling your eyes, you pull the magazine back up blocking his view. From your peripheral’s you see him sit back in his chair, brown eyes burning holes into the front of your magazine.

“Since when do you and Steve hang out? Like outside of group stuff?” Eddie’s cautious when he asks you, trying to sound as unreadable as your face.

You answer him without moving an inch “Steve and I hang out a lot actually. You would know, but you’ve been a little pre occupied.” You flip the page of the magazine doing your best to seem as if you were actually reading what was in front of you. “Why don’t you invite Chrissy?”

The silence that falls between the two of you after the question leaves your mouth is deafening. When you turn the page again it sounds as loud as a freight train.

“Did you fuck Steve Harrington?” Eddie spits pushing his chair back as he stands up, his tall lanky frame towering over you. His outburst makes the magazine fly from your hands when you jump hitting his headboard with a loud thump. Your own anger that had already been at a slow simmer starts to bubble, threatening to spill over. How dare he question who you’ve fucked like that? Like it broke his fucking heart.

“Did you fuck Steve Harrington on New Years Eve?” His eye brows raise as his arms cross over his chest, covering the Metallica logo on his shirt. “Cause you definitely didn’t catch a ride with me.”

“I don’t really think that’s any of your business.” Your voice is even with your last shred of self control. Pushing yourself off his bed to stand in front of him, Chest puffed out, your stance would’ve been more intimidating if you didn’t have to look up at him. “Besides you had to take Chrissy home right Eddie? Your girlfriend.”

Eddie just stares at you for what seems like forever, you watch a string of emotions dance behind his eyes that really shouldn’t be there.

“Just answer me please.” His voice comes out just above a whisper, his doe eyes look almost pleading as they search yours for an answer.

A shaky breath leaves your chest, finally hitting your tipping point. His confusing behavior enraging you, clenching your fists you stand up on your tippy toes making sure he can see your face clear as day when you tell him what he’s been wanting to hear you say this whole time.

“Yeah, I fucked Steve Harrington on New Years Eve. And guess what Munson? I’ve been fucking him almost every night since.” He winces when the words finally leave your mouth. You’re not sure if it’s the candid information or the use of his last name. It was something you never called him, you were too close for that. Or at least you used to be. His arms fall to his sides defeated looking at anything but at you.

His reaction makes you fall back on your heels, rubbing a hand over your face trying to calm yourself down. You never wanted it to be like this.

“Why does it matter to you so much?”

Eddie just stares at you. His mouth opens and closes a few times as if he were about to speak but no words come out. He doesn’t know how to answer, because he knows it shouldn’t matter. But it does, god it does.

Rolling your eyes you decide to make your exit, grabbing your black denim jacket from the end of his bed. Your determined steps falter half way across his room at the sound of his voice.

“Wasn’t he just trying to get Nancy back?”

Turning on your heel, you feel like smoke could be coming out of your ears at his audacity.

“Yeah, so what? He’s not my boyfriend.”

His eyes soften when they fall on you, realizing how pretty you actually look tonight despite the murderous glint in your eyes. The black corduroy pants you wore were more form fitting then normal, highlighting all the best parts of you. Your lavender sweater looked soft to the touch and it wasn’t something he had ever seen you wear before, a slight hint of cleavage peaking from the top. Something else he definitely hadn’t seen before.

This was a date outfit. A date outfit for Steve Harrington.

“I just don’t want you to be someone’s second choice is all.” Eddie finally finds his voice and it doesn’t sound as strong as he’d like considering he started this fight.

“Well it wouldn’t be the first time.” You snap, all the tension in your shoulders releasing.

Eddie’s eyes widen at your admission, head spinning, he can’t get words out of his mouth fast enough. It’s only when you turn back around grabbing your converse off the floor and head out his open bedroom door but it’s already too late.

“What the fuck is that suppose to mean?”

His feet won’t move from their place next to his bed and you won’t give him an answer as you slam the front door behind you.

The walk back to your place is short, only living a few doors down from him. Something you used to love. There’s a part of you that wishes you’d hear another slam of his front door behind you, demanding you two talk this out but it never comes. Just the sound of your shoes crunching through the gravel fill the quiet, your shallow breathing coming out in white smoke clouds in the cool of the night.

Reaching the front steps of your house, the light in your living room catches your eye. Not in the mood to face your mother right now you turn around plopping yourself down on the top of your porch steps. Glancing down at your watch, you decide waiting out here for Steve is the best option.

The absurd thought that rich boy Steve Harrington was on his way to pick you up from the trailer park to take you on date brings a small smile to your lips. It almost makes you forget about the metal head a few doors down, his bedroom light still visible from your place on the porch.

The sound of tires against the rocky gravel catches your ears snapping your attention to the headlights of his car. They temporarily blind you as he gets closer making you unable to see Eddie watch Steve pull up from his window.

Looking down at your watch again your smile grows so much it takes over your whole face, Steve was even a little early. The thought of him being excited to spend time with you made you feel special, something you’d convinced yourself only Eddie could do.

“A little cold to be waiting outside isn’t it?” Steve questions as he opens his car door, brows furrowed in confusion but his lips tugging into a playful smirk. The expression makes you want to kiss him.

“What are you talking about? It’s an Indian Summer out here.” Choosing to crack a joke rather than tell him the truth, you’re satisfied when he laughs.

Steve looked especially good tonight, his hair a perfect mess on his head, a dark grey jacket covering his navy sweater, when your hungry eyes get to his jeans they widen recognizing them immediately. Those jeans. That night in his basement floods your conscious and you find yourself tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, cheeks heating up at the thought. Steve catches your reaction as he reaches the bottom of your porch extending his hand out for you to take.

“Funny enough, these have become my favorite pants.” Your blush deepens further, your body reacting to his words. Taking his hand the warmth of his palm against yours comforts your tense mood almost immediately. Eddie becoming a distant thought. Steve’s eyes roam your body unabashedly as you walk down the steps stopping in front of him once you hit the bottom. His height makes you have to crane your neck up so you can see him better, and it’s way too easy to get lost in his Hazel eyes. Letting go of your hand he pulls you against him by your hips, your hands finding their natural place splayed out across his broad chest.

“You look really beautiful tonight.” He smiles, one hand reaching to cup your cheek his eyes locked on yours. He needs you to know he means every word he says.

“I might’ve tried a little.” You’re voice comes out quieter then you’d like, his close proximity making you light headed as the mint of his breath swirls around your senses. Steve’s full attention is on you and it’s overwhelming. It’s never something you thought in a million years would be directed at you, not like this. You’d never admit it to him but you don’t know how any girl could say no to him when he was looking at them like this.

His face inches closer and you can feel the smile on his lips against yours as he speaks “Just a little huh?” Losing your patience, your need to kiss him becomes all consuming something you were try to get used too. Your hands slide up his chest wrapping around his neck pulling him in to get what you want, and you know he’ll gladly give it to you.

Steve’s lips move slowly against yours at first, savoring the feeling having not seen you for a whole twenty four hours. When his tongue swipes against your bottom lip needing to deepen the kiss, you grant him access almost instantly. He was starting to figure what you liked, how to get your body to respond to him. The two of you had spent almost every other night together since the party, learning your body had become one of his favorite things to do. He’d catch himself imagining all the little noises you’d make when he’d be buried inside of you anytime he had to take care of himself. Steve couldn’t get enough of you. Pushing you into the side of his car, his hands slide underneath your sweater, thumbs brushing against the underside of your lace covered breasts. His knee pushing your legs apart so he can get even closer. Chests pressed together, your fingers inevitably find themselves buried in his soft hair tugging lightly getting the moan you want.

Finding the will power to pull away from you was a lot for him but when Steve finally finds the strength to do it, the whine that leaves your mouth makes it even harder to not give you what you want.

“We should go.” Steve presses his forehead against yours, still catching his breath as he speaks. His eyes never leave yours as he pulls a hand from under your sweater to tuck a lose strand of hair behind your ears. The loving gesture makes you blush and you have to stop yourself from looking away at the intimacy of it all. “I made us reservations at Enzos.”

You feel like your eyes might pop out of your head when he tells you this thinking you were just gonna go to the diner. “Steve! That’s expensive!”

Ignoring your dramatics he just shrugs. “It’s the first time I’m taking you out, I wanted it to feel special.” His tone sounds nonchalant but the look in his eyes is nervous searching your features for any kind of reaction the first time making his intentions fully known.

The word special rings through your body like a church bell. This was more to him then just a comfort now. The small voice inside your head nagging at you for the past week that it was turning into more then that for you, but you kept shoving it down, ignoring it. How could you feel that way about two people?

“Well, I consider this an honor Mr. Harrington.” Your flirty tone mixed with the twinkle in your eyes makes him bite his bottom lip in a smile.

Pleased with your response his dark eyes stay trained on yours, the hand that’s still under your sweater trails down your stomach. Goosebumps dance across your skin following his finger tips, your breath catching in your throat at the intensity in his stare. When his fingers hit the top of your pants he tugs lightly before pulling away to open the car door behind you. A knowing smirk playing on his lips.

“Come on, I’ll even let you torture me with whatever music you want on the ride there.” He moves over slightly to give you room his arm resting on the top of the door. Steve was laying it on thick for you tonight. It takes you a second to find your feet against the ground processing the words that left his mouth at the same time but when your brain finally emerges from the lusty haze you give him an exaggerated scoff.

“Torture? More like teach you what good music actually is.” You pat his cheek mockingly before sliding into the passenger seat.

“Yeah, yeah don’t make me change my mind y/n” Rolling his eyes he shuts the door, the warmth of his car is welcoming and the smell of cedar and leather envelopes you like a blanket. Steve’s scent was the polar opposite of Eddie’s, one that you thought would always be your favorite. But there was something in the way that Steve’s smell comforted you tonight, it was becoming almost intoxicating.

When Steve gets into the car, it grows ten fold making you dizzy.

“Buckle up young lady.” He looks pointedly at your unbuckled seat belt as his clicks into place.

“Sure thing mom.” You tease with a smirk mirroring his actions with a soft click of your own settling into the leather seat.

“You know, that nick name wasn’t funny when Robin said it, and It’s still not funny even when you say it. No special treatment just because I like you.” It falls out of Steve’s mouth so casually. His confidence when it came to expressing his feelings always took you by surprise, Steve was always so sure about his feelings once they were fully realized. A trait you were always jealous of.

“Well I still think it’s funny, that’s the only thing that really matters here anyway” you shrug trying to keep your best poker face.

“That’s exactly the kind of attitude I’d expect from you, so predictable.” He’s smiling as he mocks you checking his mirrors, your own grin pulling at your lips.

“Is that Munson being a creep?” His question pops the bubble you had built around the two of you, the mention of his name hits like a knife. The look in his eyes haunting you when you had told him what he had been begging to hear. Your eyes glance to his side view mirror, your able to make out his figure in the bedroom window. The soft glow behind him blocking any real details of his face, the outline of his wild mane giving him away. You stomach sinks at the sight, had he been watching this whole time?

Grabbing onto Steve’s thigh you squeeze lightly encouraging him the best you can.

“Who cares, let’s just go.”

He searches your eyes for anything that might give your feelings away but when he can’t find any he nods curtly turning the key into the ignition. The engine gives a low rumble as he puts the car in drive, keeping your hand on Steve’s thigh your eyes wander back to the mirror watching his bedroom light flick off behind you.

It was hard to feel out of place any where when you were with Steve Harrington, especially a place like Enzo’s. Tucked into the corner booth there was a lot of things on the menu that you didn’t really recognize. Your mom had been the only source of income until you became old enough to finally help out, so you never had the money to eat at places like this.

Steve’s eyes never show a trace of judgement when you ask him questions about the menu. His hand finding your knee under the table squeezing encouragingly after each one, he just wants you to feel comfortable and the gesture gives you butterflies. Despite your curiosity you go with what you know, too scared to order something you might not like, especially after seeing the prices next to each dish.

“Family Video must be paying you a pretty penny huh?” You quip swirling your straw.

“I do work full time and live with my parents rent free, I think I can afford to buy you a nice dinner.” Leaning back his arms stretch across the short banquette, with his jacket off you get a clear view of the muscular planes of his chest. Your eyes zeroing in on the spot you knew your favorite patch of chest hair resided underneath the thick fabric of his sweater. Licking your lips you have to tear your eyes away, the amused expression on his faces gives away that you’ve been caught.

“See something you like?” You don’t know if you wanna smack or kiss the cocky grin right off Steve Harrington’s face.

“So what if I do?” Leaning forward on the table you give him a better view of the cleavage his eyes have been darting to all night. “What are you gonna do about it Harrington?”

Steve’s eyes darken with want at your open advances, looking around he makes sure no one is paying attention to the two of you before leaning over the table. His face inches from yours and it takes everything inside of you not to close the small gap. His lips looking dangerously inviting when his tongue peaks out to wet them.

“I’ve got a lot planned for you after dinner baby.” His voice is low and it makes you press your thighs together. “You thought I was just gonna take you home after this sweetheart? I can’t let you go home with out at least cumming twice.”

“Stev-“ Your words are cut short by two steaming plates of pasta being presented in front of you. Steve can’t wipe the smirk off his face when he leans back against his seat leaving room for the waiter with a polite nod. Speechless you can’t find your voice as they start shredding parmesan over your dish unable to focus on anything else.

“Like I said, I just want to make you feel special.” There’s a mischievous glint in his eye when he tells you this in front of the server. Your cheeks turning a deep red at the subtle meaning in his words.

“I appreciate that Steve, that’s very sweet of you.” The words leaving your mouth were innocent enough but under the table your foot starts sliding up his leg. Your actions making him choke on the water he had foolishly started sipping before waving the cheese away.

“That’s enough thanks.” His voice cracks when he talks and you have to stifle a giggle.

When you server leaves Steve’s hand shoot under the table wrapping around your ankle to stop your teasing. Jutting your bottom lip out you pretend to pout.

“You’re no fun Stevie.”

Arching an eye brow at you he rests your foot on his lap, the hand thats wrapped around you starts moving its way up your calf, his finger tips sending electric currents to your core making you start to wiggle in your seat.

“Yeah, it’s not so fun when it’s done to you huh?” Giving your calf a gentle squeeze he sets your leg back down flashing you a quick wink. “Why don’t you be a good girl for me and eat?”

If you didn’t know any better, Steve Harrington had a kink of getting you wet in public.

“Sure.” Darting your tongue out to lick your bottom lip you watch his eyes follow “Anything you say daddy.”

This was your revenge.

You don’t give him the acknowledgement for a response turning your attention down to your noodles, twirling them in your fork before stuffing the bite in your mouth. It was so good you had to stifle the moan begging to fall out. When it’s half way chewed you decide to finally look back up at him his hungry stare still in place, his eyes barely recognizable as they devour you.

“We’re probably not staying for desert.” He finally says before grabbing his napkin shaking it lose on his lap and you cant help but wonder if its working over time to hide the erection straining against his pants now.

Steve’s threat is empty because when you ask for a slice of chocolate cake after dinner he can’t say no to you. Something Steve was realizing was hard for him to do, determined to give you anything you want because he feels like you deserve it more then anyone.

Steve’s name falls from your lips breathlessly as he’s working you to your second orgasm of the night, keeping his promise from earlier. Pulled over in a secluded spot by lovers lake, both of you are in the back seat of his car. The fog on the windows blocks the view from outside, the moons glow softening as it breaks through the vapor. Your clothes are in a messy pile the the floor, his strewn about all over the front. Bouncing on Steve’s cock with your legs on either side of him, your nails are dug into his shoulders while your right nipple sits in his mouth tongue swirling around the swollen nub. You’ve never felt this good, his touch igniting a fire inside of you that only he could put out.

“Fuck -Steve -you feel so good” Your words are broken up with each of his hard thrusts, his fingers digging into the curves of your hips as your nipple falls from his mouth with a loud pop.

“God your pussy is so tight baby, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.” Slowing his hips the grip on your soft skin tightens holding you completely still. “Just sit here for a moment. I just want to feel you.”

There’s an intensity in Steve’s eyes when they stare deeply into yours, the emotions dancing behind them almost overwhelm you. His finger tips start their path over the soft curves of your body. The light sheen of sweat on your skin makes you glow when the moonlight hits you from certain angles and it takes it his breath away. Something you had a bad habit of doing to him. Tracing up your sides, hitting the supple flesh of your breasts, they dip behind you slowly running down your spine with such softness it’s like he’s scared you might break.

“I’m sorry I didn’t notice you sooner.” The sincerity in his eyes makes you almost have to look away. “I don’t know how I could miss all of this in front of me.”

His words are almost enough to make the water pooling in your eyes spill over. No one ever looking at you the way he was right now, not even Eddie. Like you were the grand prize and he just won the lottery.

“Steve.” His name comes out in a whisper, not trusting your voice. “It wasn’t just you, we both were distracted.” Reaching out your finger tips trace along his jaw line before you cup his cheek in your hand. Pressing his face further into your palm, one hand leaves the spot on your waist to press on top of yours. Turning slightly he plants a light kiss on your wrist before you feel his hips slowly roll up into you again. This new pace makes you feel every inch and curve of him against your walls.

“No more distractions y/n” he groans when your hips meet his, head falling back against the seat. Your hand sliding from his cheek down to his chest, fingers finding themselves in the patch of hair that consumed your thoughts at dinner. Your nails scraping against his skin when he hits the spot that makes you see stars your own hips meeting his.

“Keep talking to me like that Harrington I might think you’re falling in love with me.” His eyes snap open at your light teasing, reaching out his hands they cup your cheeks like you did to him on New Years. The silence between you two as he holds your gaze is filled with unspoken words neither one of you are willing to say out loud yet.

“I just need you understand how special you are y/n, you’re no one’s second choice.”

Steve’s admission mixed with his slow methodical thrusts is enough to bring you to the brink of your second orgasm, your walls fluttering around him as his pace picks up. His hands leaving their place on your cheeks back to your hips, his thrusts becoming more determined feeling you close to coming undone around him.

“Steve-fuck” Your breathless as you do you best to keep up with his pace faltering every time he hits that spongy spot deep inside of you.

“Look at me. Look at me when you cum, I wanna watch you fall apart.” It’s hard for you to keep your grip on Steve the sweat on your bodies causing you to slide off his lap. Your hands find their way back to his shoulders fingers digging in to keep your balance, the coil in your stomach ready to snap.

“I’m gonna cum baby. “ your voice is broken into a whine when his grip tightens locking you in place, his pace turning almost punishing.

“Shit, I love when you call me that.” Steve grunts before pushing himself in as deep as he can go, bottoming out inside your tight walls.

The depth he hits you at sends you tumbling over the edge, your eyes closing tight, body shaking on top of his, your mouth opens in a silent scream.

“That’s it baby, that’s fucking it.” He groans his cock twitching deep inside or you, painting your Insides as his own orgasm rocks through his body. His grip on your hips so tight you know it’s going to leave bruises.

When you finally come down your body goes limp on top of his, sweaty foreheads pressed together, panting as the aftershock rolls through your bodies. Steve’s the only thing keeping you grounded as you recover from the intensity of your orgasm.

“Fuck- how does it keep getting better every time.” Steve grins a breathy laugh leaving his mouth as he leans back to look at the beautiful mess he made of you.

“We’ve got great chemistry Harrington.” You smile leaning forward to capture his lips and you can still taste yourself from the first time he made you cum.

“I think I much prefer when you call me baby, Harrington seems a little formal for someone who’s sitting inside you right now.” He arches an eye brow testing the waters and you feel ridiculous for blushing even with him softening inside of you.

“We might be able to work something out.” You give biting your lip looking at him through your eyelashes still bashful.

“Whatever your comfortable with sweetheart.” He smiles sweetly cupping your face between his hands again pressing soft kisses to your swollen lips.

In this moment you think it might you that’s falling for Steve Harrington.

The drive back to your trailer is filled with relaxed silence, Steve’s fingers are interlocked with yours pulling your hand up to his lips every so often press kisses on the back of it. Each time earning a deep blush from you encouraging him. It was almost criminal how content you felt despite how your evening started with Eddie. Steve made you feel safe with him - secure, a feeling that was almost completely foreign to you.

When his car pulls up to your trailer, neither one of you are really ready to say goodbye.

“Can I see you tomorrow?” He asks lifting your hand to his lips one more time getting the reaction he was searching for.

“Of course, you thought you had to ask?“ You tease mirroring his actions bringing his hand up to your lips and it makes his own cheeks turn red in a smile.

“I was just being polite, you were gonna see me whether you wanted to or not.” Smirking he leans over the center console to claim your lips one last time before letting you go. Chasing his for one more when he pulls away, both of you grin wide into the kiss.

“I’ll call you tomorrow sweetheart.” All you can do is nod too giddy to find the words your looking for.

When you open the door the cold breeze that hits you is a stark contrast from the warmth of Steve’s car and you immediately wish you were back inside.

“Thanks for tonight.” You finally give turning around not ready to shut the door.

“Anything for you.” There’s an intensity behind his words despite the goofy smirk that’s plastered on his face.

“Goodnight Steve.”

“Good night baby.” The nick names send you reeling when it’s not being used during sex. Shutting his door you can’t help but watch his car until the headlights disappear turning onto the main road.

There’s a small squeal that leaves your mouth when you jump up and down excitement bursting at your seams, tonight changed your trajectory with the king of Hawkins. You weren’t just something casual to him anymore, Steve made that more then obvious.

“Fun date?”

Eddie’s voice startles you, turning around you can barely make out the outline of him sitting on his porch steps, the lit ember of cigarette casting a light glow across his face.

“Yeah, actually it was.” All the anger from earlier that you had managed to shove down comes bubbling back up to the surface.

There’s a sarcastic chuckle that leaves his mouth before flicking the cigarette towards the ground standing up. The silence between you two is heavy, the pop of the gravel beneath his feet sound like bombs exploding as he makes his way towards you.

“I’m not in the mood to fight Eddie.” Sighing loudly you cross your arms across you chest.

“Who said I’m here to fight?” There’s something you can’t decipher hidden behind his chocolate eyes when he stops in front of you.

“Then what is it? It’s cold and it’s late.” Raising your eyebrows in question you can’t help but notice the way his eyes dart between you and your lips.

Eddie takes a step closer to you, his chest inches away from your folded arms making you look up to meet his gaze.

“You do look really beautiful tonight, Steve was right.” Reaching out he tucks your hair behind your ears, reminding you of Steve, there’s guilt that washes over you when your body reacts to his touch.

“What’d you mean when you said it wouldn’t be the first time?” Eddie’s eyes search yours hoping to find the answer hidden inside, his warm hand cupping your cheek the cool metal of his rings biting into your skin.

“Eddie I’m not in the-“ When his lips crash into yours it takes you a minute to comprehend what exactly is happening. You hate that when you do your hands reach out to pull him closer earning a low growl from his chest, pushing you against the side of your trailer. The sound of your bodies connecting to the metal of your house rings out loudly in the dead of night. If you weren’t so consumed by Eddie swiping his tongue against your bottom lip you’d be scared you woke your mom up.

The moan that leaves your mouth when your tongues connect makes him grab your legs picking you up wrapping yourself around his waist. It’s everything you had thought It would be, all of your hidden feelings pouring into each other. The inside of his mouth tastes like tobacco and you can’t seem to get enough.

When his lips break away from yours to start trailing sloppy kisses down your neck your finally are able to come to your senses shoving him away.

“Eddie- Eddie stop!” You manage to get out, wiggling out of his grasp planting both feet on the ground.

Eddie’s eyes look wild when he finally steps away from you, like something was woken up inside of him, he feels stupid that he didn’t see this before. His chest moves up and down in rapid succession trying to catch his breath.

“Fuck!” it comes out in almost a yell as turns around kicking the rocks beneath his feet needing somewhere to release his frustrations with himself. The guilt of Chrissy and the jealousy of you was becoming to much for him at the realization of his feelings for you.

Fuck was right.

Part Three

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sugawarassoulmate · 3 years ago

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Do you write for Ukai? If you do Ukai x peek-a-boo please! Ukai punishing the reader in the store for being close with Daichi at earlier practice 💦💦💦

i don't usually write for ukai but i'll make an exception. also don't read this if you don't like age gap relationships (i'm srs)

also also, i made this a hc because there was no specification okie!

words: 601

cw: fem!reader, AGE GAP RELATIONSHIP, (reader is 18, ukai is 26) student/teacher relationship, punishments, jealousy, orgasm denial, minors dni

ukai could easily see that daichi had a crush on you and it didn’t bother him. as far as he was concerned, daichi just thought you were his cute manager helping the boys get through practice

nobody knew that the coach had that sweet manager’s mouth wrapped around his cock most nights or bouncing in his lap in the back room of his store

nobody knew because the two of you made sure to keep your distance around everyone else

you barely looked at each other at school, no staring or talking to the other

because of this, most people thought you were single which is what usually let to situations like this: you and daichi giggling on the benches

daichi had taken a break from practicing his receives and sat down for a bit. and here you come, helpful as ever, with a bottle of water for the tired captain

he scoots over on the bench to give you some room which you happily take. it’s not long before the two of you start talking but the coach is too far away to listen

ukai busies himself with helping the first years instead but sneaks a glance every few minutes

the look on daichi’s face tells him everything he needs to know—he remembers being that age and talking to girls. it doesn’t bother him.

until he sees you touching his arm and leaning into him when he whispers something in your ear

the coach makes a mental note and goes back to work

“did you like having his attention on you?” he asks calmly, staring up at you as if he’s expecting an answer. “you couldn’t stop touching him.”

after practice, the two of you stayed behind under the guise of cleaning up. ukai had to stop himself from rolling his eyes when daichi offered to walk you home. he could see the defeated look on his face when you turned him down, but you didn’t seem too upset when you climbed into ukai’s car a while later.

he had you strapped to a chair in the back of the store, pink little vibe pressed to your clit as he crouches in front of you, looking at how your face contorted in frustration.

“we were just talking, kei,” you whine, feeling your whole body shudder as waves of pleasure ripple through your body. you try not to let it show on your face, knowing that your boyfriend will pull the vibe away as soon as you cum. “i barely noticed him…”

he slaps your thigh, making you jump despite the restraints keeping you tied to the chair. “don’t lie to me, angel, i saw how you were looking at him. i think it’s cute that the captain has a crush,” ukai reaches up to play with your breasts, rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers. “too bad you’re mine already…maybe i should show him who you belong to.”

you whimper at that, knowing that he doesn’t really mean it but the thought of someone watching while you take his cock as you getting wet, essence dripping underneath you. of course, ukai notices, pressing the vibe harder against your center until you’re crying.

“shhhh, i know, angel. but i gotta punish you,” he says, reaching up to give you a kiss. “gotta make you my good girl again.” he can feel your thighs shaking and your breath growing heavy. and just as your moans get higher, ukai shuts the vibe off and lets you groan from another ruined orgasm.

silly girl, he thinks. you’re only gonna cum from my cock tonight.

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iiraven · 3 years ago

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Odyssey

Pairing: Poseidon!Armin x Reader

Genre: romance, smut

Warnings: slow-burn, minor character death, manipulation, stalking, possessiveness, Yandere behaviour, puppy play, piss play, body worship, throne sex, implied age-gap, oral(male receiving), hair pulling, collaring (without consent)

Word count: 9.8K

Synopsis: Armin’s quest for revenge leads him to you, daughter of a merchant and object of his infatuation.

Author’s note: thank you @bubbleteaimagines for hosting this collab and allowing me to join <3 Also, thank you @onyxoverride for teaching me how to write about pee!

Attack on Titan Masterlist

Present day:

If the river could speak, you wonder what it would say.

In the silence that surrounds the rushing of the water, you’re sure you would hear it. Sometimes, you’re sure you can hear it, but then you remember the dangers of trusting unfamiliar voices. Especially unfamiliar voices in a place like this.

No one goes near the river Shiganshina. And you forget the reasons why much too often.

It’s rocky, slippery, there’s no path to walk on, and the nymphs grow sharp teeth when men approach them, hissing and eyes glowing red. But that’s what makes it perfect for you.

Sasha first mentioned the river months ago, recalling the places on the island that her and her father avoided whenever they went hunting. You hadn’t paid much attention to it until days later, when Connie recounted with round eyes how Floch’s body was found beside the river Shiganshina, mouth full of water and eyes gouged out. You knew you needed to go there yourself.

A pearl necklace is what you stole. And under the guise of going to wash clothes at the well, you made your way south of your small island with only Sasha’s vague instructions and your intuition guiding you.

You could hear the ocean as you walked through the untouched woods, your heart hammering in your chest every time the waves crashed against the island’s cliffs. You weren’t allowed to see the ocean- you weren’t allowed to be around any large body of water, for that matter- but you still knew your island well enough to know that a step in the wrong place could lead you tumbling down the cliff.

You would die before you got to feel the water on your skin and that, you thought, would be the most tragic part.

As your feet began to sink into the muddy ground, you could smell the salty water, and a slight metallic scent behind it that only drew you in closer until you reached a clearing. It was small, crowded with foliage with only a few dead plants on the ground where you could only assume people had attempted to step foot.

And there was the river. It was small, its water emerging from underground before the tide pushed it to the edge of the island- to a waterfall. So loud that it could drown out any noise, any screams. You shivered. For a moment, you just stood back and watched. The water was was green, but so clear that you could still see the fish swimming beside the floating objects. Coins, silver, small statues, and whatever else hopefuls had tried to offer. You pulled out your own offering and whispered a short prayer before throwing the necklace in.

It could have been your imagination, but the water calmed. It was quieter. And, like that, you felt as if the river had opened up its arms to you. Strong arms that you have to be cautious not to spend too long within lest you get trapped.

Thankfully, you’ve learned to read the signs. You know when the river wants you to leave, when it wants you to keep your distance, when it wants to keep you close, and even when it wants you to bathe. Those are the special moments. It’s rare the river is calm enough for you to dip your naked body into, but surrounded by the cool water, you feel like you could stay their forever.

If the river could speak now, however, you’re sure it would tell you to fuck off.

Either that or it would tell you to come back when you have something more to offer its god than a single golden bead from your grandmother’s necklace. Only three are left on the thin string, though you think you might keep the last one to honour her death. After that, you’ll have to go back to offering coins and whatever other trinkets that will keep the god of this river sedated long enough for you to dip your feet into the cool water, maybe take a sip, and then return home before your father realises where you’ve been, much less where you’ve been unchaperoned.

The latter is hardly your fault. Sasha and Connie are too scared to step foot in the Shiganshina forest, let alone the river itself. And you can’t trust anyone else to accompany you, especially the servants whose tongue could slip at the drop of a golden coin. Your father would never forgive you for spending time in the territory of the God of the Ocean or- as he liked to call Armin- the destroyer of seas. And thus, being left alone seems to be the only way.

Well, that’s unless Mr Arlert decides to join you.

The owner of the stable who appeared on the island out of nowhere is the last person anyone would expect to be brave enough to spend time at the river Shiganshina. He mostly keeps to himself, only ever seen tending to his horses or immersed in scrolls of literature and poetry. And yet, he’s here almost as often as you are, almost as vulnerable as you are.

Despite his solitary nature, Mr Arlert has been quick to make himself adored. Mothers swoon over his charm, scholars constantly indulge in his curiosity, and sailors are fascinated by his knowledge of the world and its oceans. He’s no warrior, and already in his late twenties, but he’s still without a doubt one of the most eligible bachelors on Paradis. And, yet, to any marriage proposal sent his way, he declines with a polite “A husband is not what I am fated to become”. Even Annie Leonhardt- whose father Mr Arlert would constantly visit- had her heart broken. But no one blames Mr Arlert, of course, who was there to comfort Annie, to make her realise that she just needs to be a better person, that’s all. It’s not his fault her heart broke, Mr Arlert reassured.

Thinking about it now, you’re amongst the handful of women who haven’t been offered to the tall blond. And with that comes a sigh of relief as you drag your fingers through the water.

It’s not like you dislike him- the opposite, actually- but being with Mr Arlert is like taking the hand of an invisible man in the dark and letting him guide you.

His words constantly have your thoughts spiralling in directions that they shouldn’t be. Thoughts about leaving the island, thoughts about going to the ocean, thoughts about becoming a priestess. Thoughts you aren’t allowed to have.

You fate is bound to the home you were born in, a thick rope tied to your ankle, only letting you go as far as this very river. And Mr Arlert sits beside that rope, a knife in his hand, blue eyes staring into your soul, waiting. You’re not sure what he’s waiting for. But what you’re sure of is that to be taken away from the life you know of is an inconceivable fantasy. The unknown is a dangerous thing, after all.

The small island of Paradis may lie far away from the rest of the world, but their core values remain the same. A woman must grow up to either serve her father or her husband. Your fate has already been decided for you. And, frankly, if it means not having to share a bed with an old man who marries you for your dowry, you’re very happy with taking care of your father until the day that he’ll be put into the ground.

But then there’s always the third option. A woman who serves neither her father nor her husband will serve her god.

You had never been given that option by your god-hating kin. Simply suggesting a future as priestess would earn you at least five lashes, so why… why can’t you stop thinking about it? Your instincts have you blame Mr Arlert, but you know that your fixation began before he arrived on the island; all he’s done is vocalise your thoughts.

As a gust of wind blows the leaves and the salt from the sea gently caresses your cheek, you wonder who your god would be. Do you resonate with Pieck’s beauty, or Zeke’s creativity? Maybe. But as you look into your reflection, you know that your god is no other than Armin, the god of the ocean. The fates must think this is hilarious, but you just want to scream.

“It’s getting late. I wouldn’t want your father worrying about you.”

You jump at the sudden voice, turning around at the familiar face, leaning against a tree with a gentle smile.

“Thank you, Mr Arlert.”

His footsteps are so gentle, as are his apologies.

“You don’t need to thank me. I’ve come to invade your space, after all.”

“It’s not my space, it’s Armin’s. The god is only letting me stay here.”

He smiles a knowing smile, one that you would usually find patronising on any other man. But Armin is charming, too charming for you ever to think that of him. “I suppose you’re right.”

He comes to sit down beside you, taking his usual place at your right- the voice of reason. It’s quiet for a moment, before you remember.

“Lemnos,” you say.

The blond smiles. “I’m not named after a place.”

And you roll your eyes, as you’ve done every time he’s given you a useless hint. “That hardly narrows it down.”

“Well, I can’t make it too easy of a game.”

“You can’t make it impossible either!”

“It seems like I already have.” And you’re not sure if you want to wipe the smirk off his face or just stare at it.

“What about Tree?”

Arlert laughs. “No, but you have one guess left.”

“What?!” You sit up straight, eyes wide. Now you really want to wipe the smirk off his face.

“You have seven guesses, and in the eleven months we’ve known each other, you’ve used up six.” His explanation is calm and rational enough for you to almost convince yourself that the rule has been there from the start.

“Wait- wait. I never knew about this!”

“I thought everyone did. It’s traditional wager rules.” Mr Arlert’s tone is sorry, but you know he’s everything but. So, you cross your arms and pout, hoping that staring him down might at least give you the smallest chance of winning your wager.

He leans forward, mirthful and you feel a shiver go down your spine. “What is it, little puppy, sulking because you’re afraid you can’t win?”

You flush at the implication of your loss- “No- no not at all- no”- before registering his actual words are and only then can you feel the heat rise and you’re sure it’s doing you no service. “I know I can win!”

“I know you can too,” he assures you.

You frown. “Are you being sarcastic?”

It’s his turn to flush. “No, not at all! You can win- the water god favours you, after all.”

And although you shrug, his words stick. They always do.

Before you go home, you pass by Armin’s temple and place at the foot of his statue the remainder of your grandmother’s necklace.

A year ago:

Amrin knew how fickle the gods were and he thought that this knowledge made him impervious to those feelings. He watched how Eren jumped from woman to woman daily, how Reiner picked and chose his battles without a care, how every single fixation a deity would have never lasted more than a year. He thought of how stupid it was to spend a life of immortality indulging in such temporary pleasures. And he looked down on his kin for that very reason.

It was only after one argument too many that Armin finally let it slip. The god of the sea was usually quiet, offering soft smiles, casual conversation, and minimal conflict. That was his only rule: keeps quiet before the gods of the pantheon as he takes his anger out on the humans below. But that day, he forgot about his rule.

Maybe it was the years of silence that caused the Eathshaker’s outburst, or maybe it was just Eren’s bored expression as he talked about his mistresses in front of Mikasa. Armin couldn’t take it. Gathered at a marble table beside all the Olympians, he scowled and told them how stupid they all were.

“Don’t you realise? You’re all wasting your immortality by being so idiotic, so fickle! Everything you touch becomes a temporary pleasure, ruined by your inability to act like real gods.”

He should have stopped; he really should have stopped. But the crack in the glass bridge had been there for years, and now the shards of glass were dropping down into the sea. “You might as well be human!”

The room went silent. Eyes went wide, and mouths gaped, but the gods opted for silence. Every deity wanted to speak up, maybe even draw their swords, but they were more intelligent than Armin was in that moment, which was more unusual than one might think. He had never snapped so violently before. Armin may have been aggressive, but he knew his place. Knew when to be docile. Now, he felt like he could crumble Olympus itself with his rage and bury the Olympians with their dead parents.

The king of the gods, however, leaned forward. His emerald eyes were unmoving, devoid of emotion though his lips tilted into a monstrous grin.

“You’re just as fickle as the rest of us, brother,” was all Eren said.

When Armin lunged at him, knocking the fine glass off the table, it was Mikasa who pinned him down. Arms locked behind his back, all Armin could do was watch as mirth flooded Eren’s face, and the god of the sky laughed. The bastard laughed and laughed and licked the small wound on his hand from a shard of glass. It healed immediately. Even their pain was temporary.

And like he had been doing for the past millennia, Armin found solice in his only rule: if he couldn’t take out his rage on his brother, Armin would take out his frustration elsewhere.

His first instinct was to find a woman, but the thought of seeking out temporary pleasure, from a mistress no less, reminded him too much of Eren. So, he descended to earth, trident in one hand as the other gripped the reigns of his horse and they rode for three days and three nights. That’s all it took for the god of the sea to find what he was looking for- someone deserving of his hatred.

There are many humans like the merchant. But most of their hatred is silent. And when it’s not, blasphemy often falls upon deaf ears. The merchant just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time when his drunk rambles led him up on the deck screaming out Armin’s name like it was venom in his throat, until he could scream no more. He was drunk, but the merchant’s hatred for the god of the sea did not cease when he was sober.

And when Armin heard his name, the god wasted no time calling forth a storm to sink the merchant’s ship. He took care to ensure that the arrogant man watched each and every one of his men be swallowed whole, their bodies only resurfacing lifeless, before the storm calmed.

It took five days for the merchant to swim back to his island.

He never returned to the sea.

As the weeks passed, he relocated his home to help him stay away from any body of water and made sure that his family followed suit.

But Armin followed, and the merchant’s father died weeks later with saltwater water found in his lungs.

Unfortunately, that was not enough to sedate the god of the sea’s need for vengeance. Fortunately, it was not enough to sedate the merchant’s hatred either. The hubris didn’t leave him. Instead, it just grew and grew and grew until the merchant considered himself more of a god than Armin would ever be.

“Oh, oh.” Armin couldn’t help but smile as he watched the man urinate before his temple. “This is perfect, so perfect.”

Armin was going to show his uncaring brother how different he was from the rest of the miserable Olympians. As he stood above the island of Paradis, golden hair blowing in the ocean wind, the god vowed to begin his Odyssey. An eternal Odyssey. A journey that would last longer than the ten fleeting years he had with the Greek hero- a journey that would last longer than the universe itself.

And he knew exactly where to begin. A man’s most valuable possession: his child.

It was only after your grandfather’s death that Armin noticed you. When he first began watching the merchant’s household, under the guise of either a guest or a bird, he had been surprised to learn that the blasphemous man had no wife, nor children. Armin only realised his mistake one night, when you came to lay a blanket on the drunk man’s barely conscious body. The merchant had pulled you towards him, muttering apologies and you had wrinkled your nose before offering him a soft smile. “It’s okay, papa”.

A daughter sheltered from the world, it seemed.

The god had initially thought you were one of the servants. There were only two in the house, and your tasks were all similar. But as Armin began to watch you closer, he saw how you did have a life outside your home with friends, interests, men- a life your father was blissfully unaware of.

The merchant hardly left home- playing the part of the sick man- and you took care of him- playing the part of your dead mother- in a happy sort of agreement.

You didn’t speak about it to your friends, but you detested your doting role. Armin could tell. The way you wrinkled your nose every time your father walked through the door, the eye-roll when you were given a load of laundry. The god couldn’t help by laugh at how pathetic the merchant was that not even his only daughter- his lifeline- cared for him. The merchant didn’t know, of course. Your fake smiles and gentle hands were enough to deceive him, keep him sane. But Armin was going to break that pattern.

The merchant didn’t deserve the care of a woman. He didn’t deserve anything. So, Armin was going to take you away from him.

His initial plan was to kill you. Simple, efficient, quick. And then he thought of dumping your body somewhere far so that the search for you would break your father’s spirit even more. He hesitated, though, he wasn’t sure why, but he did. And then, you changed your routine.

After meeting up with the two individuals you called your friends at the Sunday market- instead of going back home- you carried on walking. Through the houses on the outskirts and into the dense trees, you almost stung your sandal-clad feet twice before reaching a river. The river had no god of itself, but you still threw in an offering and muttered. Stupid human. And then you sat beside the river and- nothing. Your routine was boring, obviously a ritual to let you escape from reality. Yet, he couldn’t tear away from you. The woman at the river Shiganshina was a different one than the woman who served her father. The one here relaxed her shoulders, cursed at the world around her, smiled- albeit randomly but it was real. He decided there that he would kill you tomorrow.

But when, the next day, you led him back to the river, Armin was lost in you again. Lost in your honestly, lost in your need to escape. He wanted to see more, he needed to see more. Metaphorically, of course. But when you began undressing, the pleated robes dropping to reveal soft skin and tender curves, the god of the sea realised that he wouldn’t mind literally seeing more of you. Armin had been with goddesses and nymphs and, hell, even Aphrodite herself, but never had he been this awestruck. He had to hold himself back. Even though the way you were bathing made it seem like you were worshipping him, water dripping from your body, wet hair hiding the swell of your breasts. Armin’s breath stuttered. He couldn’t reveal himself. He couldn’t.

So, he watched, and watched. Trying desperately to take in everything you were from a distance. Armin didn’t count the number of times he visited you before finally decided that killing you was no longer an option. He told himself that his change of mind was progressive. A practical choice to draw out his revenge into the most painful and convoluted Odyssey. To do that, he couldn’t kill you. No. He was going to take you for himself. Armin was going to turn the daughter of the merchant into a servant of the one God he detested.

Putting the thought into your mind was pathetically easy. As you walked past his temple on your way home, an echo of laughter emerged from the marble building. You paused for only a moment, but it was enough for Armin to catch the look in your eyes. It was one of longing, mixed with a curiosity that threatened to pull you in. But you seemed to catch yourself in the act and hastened yourself home.

And so, Armin’s true Odyssey began.

For his journey to progress, he had to meet you. Not as a bird or a horse or through glances as a guest. He had to meet you properly. This was the only way to draw you in, he told himself. The only way for you to submit completely and willingly.

Armin could have forced you too your knees, but he had to ensure that your father watched has his daughter chose Armin over him. And chose Armin you would. Every piece was in perfect place. The fates seemed to have woven a beautiful cloth of gold for the god of the sea.

What he failed to realise was that the cloth was in fact a snare- a trap which he will never be able to escape from.

Eleven months ago:

A short gust of wind had the pears in your thin basket tumbling down onto the rocky ground. You rushed after the fruit, crouching down to pick it up when a shadow appeared, and a hand reached out to pick it up for you. The sandal-clad feet were pale- paler than anyone living on this warm island and the robes a fine, ironed white. He somehow seemed to glow brighter than his clothes, and you purposefully let your fingers graze his as you picked up the fruit.

“Thank you,” you said, standing up.

You were hoping that he wouldn’t catch your staring. But even if he did, you couldn’t tear your eyes off him. He was lean, taller than you but not intimidatingly so and his eyes were like oceans that you found yourself staring into as he introduced himself as Mr Arlert. Just Mr Arlert. The new owner of the stables with a voice so soft, it took a moment before you remembered to introduce yourself.

“Y/N. And thank you, again.” It isn’t appropriate for an unmarried woman to be talking to a man on her own, but you couldn’t help but ask. “Do you have a first name Mr Arlert?”

His smile was contagious. “I do. But names are a powerful thing. I’m afraid I can’t give mine up freely.”

“Oh.” You scrunched your nose. “Can I pay for it then?”

You were dead serious, but the blond man laughed. How can someone look so pretty when they laugh? You wondered.

“I’m serious! I can pay you; name your price.”

Mr Arlert looked down at you, blue eyes twinkling. “I’ll think about it.”

“So, is that a no?”

“It’s a no, for now. One day I’ll tell you my name.”

He was sweet, so sweet, but you still gave him a sceptical frown, nose scrunching and eyebrows furrowing. Mr Arlert in turn gave you a sorry look before his eyes lit up and he pulled out from his brown satchel a small book of yellowed pages and a dusty blue cover, the gold embossing hardly visible. You nose only scrunched further.

“My name is in this story. It’s mentioned few times, but it’s an important one,” he said to you.

You took the book and flipped through the worn pages, immediately recognising the tale of Aphrodite and Ares. The lovers.

Why the challenge? You wanted to ask Mr Arlert but you knew the answer you your get would be too cryptic. Besides, you think, I like a challenge.

“How long do I have?” You asked instead.

“A year and a day.”

“And what will I get if I figure it out?”

At this, he pondered. But it seemed feigned, and you wondered, just for a split second, if the man had planned this from the beginning. But why? This was another one of your questions that went unanswered that day. Because before you could say anything more, Mr Arlert leaned forward and said, “Your reward will be divine”. And he walked away.

Nine months ago:

Life was well after Armin arrived. There was no other way to put it. Your father was confining himself to his room more often than before, and you were finding more opportunities to visit the river, leave the house and, eventually, you met the handsome baker’s son. Jean was kind, a gentleman, but not the arrogant type like most the men your age. You didn’t even feel too much guilt when you thought that spending a future with Jean- taking care of him and his home- wouldn’t be too bad. It’s quite pathetic that your life had been reduced to not being “too bad”, but the idea of marrying Jean sat on the comfortable line between reality and fantasy. Safety.

And then you were visited at the river.

Mr Arlert wasn’t even surprised to find you there, he had just smiled and sat beside you as you clenched your fists and forced yourself to smile back at him. You had always enjoyed him, his company, his challenges, but now it was like he was provoking you. The river Shiganshina was your river, your special place away from the hellscape that was the town. And now Mr Arlert had brought himself and his ordinary life into it.

You pulled your sandals back on, the crease in your brow evident. He clearly couldn’t get the hint. But before you could stand up, he spoke, and you paused.

“I wish I could jump in and swim away,” he said.

Curiosity got the best of you, as it often did with the man.

“The waterfall would kill you.”

The awkward laugh again. It had an effect on you so that your jaw couldn’t help but unclench. “If it means that I get to touch a waterfall, I wouldn’t mind, you know?”

You knew. You knew exactly what he meant. But you didn’t tell him.

“Didn’t take you as the suicidal type,” you said.

“I might get saved, who knows.”

“If you’re counting on me to jump after you, I’m letting you know I won’t.”

“I know,” he laughed. “I was thinking of more of a divine rescue.”

You finally looked at him, and- unsurprisingly- his blue eyes were glued to yours. What was surprising was his unwavering tone, his straight face. Mr Arlert was being serious. Why was he opening up to you this suddenly? So far, your interactions had consisted of him staring, you trying to guess his name, and him continuing to stare. In that order. You knew there was more to him, but it’s only now that you found yourself wanting to seek that out.

“You think Armin would save you?” You didn’t miss Arlert’s smile.

“I’m hoping I’ve gained his favour- done enough for him to allow me freedom via waterfall.”

It was your turn to smile. “You probably have, You’re at the temple often.”

“Thank you.” He blushed and you quickly pushed down the thought of how cute he looked. Sitting beside you, trousers rolled up and feet in the water, Mr Arlert looked more than cute. He looked like he belonged. You weren’t sure how that made you feel but, in that moment, you didn’t mind him entering your world.

“I think you would also be saved if you jumped into the waterfall,” Mr Arlert said.

You laughed. “Is that your way of saying I’m a nice person?”

“Something like that.” He paused. “I think Armin would appreciate your- uh- honesty. You’re like a priestess.” He laughs nervously at your expression. “You know, they have this personal affinity with the water and such.”

You knew exactly what he meant. How a stranger could read you so perfectly, you weren’t sure. But as you hid your smile between your hands, you wondered whether you were prepared to face the fear of the unknown. Maybe, with Mr Arlert, it would be a bit less unknown.

A few days later, Jean was announced missing. A search party was sent out and even Mr Arlert, on his recently acquired brown horse, couldn’t find him.

Present day:

Armin isn’t sure if he likes playing the part of the nice boy or not. Humans are simple creatures who praise him continuously and, without divine responsibilities, there is no need to take his rage out anywhere. But a god is who he is, and every day, he yearns to be seen as one. To be seen as one by you. He watches as you worship him, but you never look at him- not like you do the statues, or even the small river which you think is your only true connection to the god of the ocean.

You both want more, and you both know that, but you only ever admit it to each other when you sit beside that very river. There, in those moments, Armin feels a bit more like a god. Whenever he’s around you, he feels a bit more like a god.

He’s told you before, but your perfect honesty has made it easy for him to unravel around you. He wants to unravel around you in other ways, too, and he wants you to unravel around him. Armin can’t count the number of times he’s sat beside you at the riverside and wanted to do nothing more than to kiss those lips of yours, to press the hard cock that he hides inside of you and watch as your eyes roll back, and you call out his name.

But the God of the Sea is not Eren. Armin will earn you. And he’s very close to doing so. Not Mr Arlert. You have no interest in human men, that much is clear. You yearn for something more powerful. And you’re right. Only a god is worthy enough to stand beside you, lay between your legs, be in your arms. Mr Arlert is simply a means to push you to realising that the god in question is Armin.

In the meantime, he’s been nothing but patient.

It’s only when you come to his door one night, eyes puffy and red, that he lays his hands on you for the first time. He rubs your back as you cry and cry, fat tears refusing stop falling. You tell him about bout your father. About how, since he got better, he’s been refusing to let you out of the house, snapping at every moment and accusing you of being a filthy god-worshipper.

“He s-sai-d- he said we’re ‘gonna move away- said we’re gonna get as far away from the s-sea as possible.” You can hardly speak, though the tears have stopped, your voice still shakes violently. But Armin listens, he holds you close to him and repeats that everything is going to be fine.

You can’t stop thanking him as you leave, and he promises that his door is always open for you. “Whenever you call for me, I’m here,” Armin tells you. “Right beside you, always,” he adds as he watches you walk away.

He’s reached a new chapter of this Odyssey.

Present day:

You suppose your father’s death should have been expected. He was an old man, obviously depressed, and his only lifeline was his daughter who hated him.

You also suppose you should feel guilty. You don’t.

Familiar faces give their condolences and whisper questions of what is to happen to you now. You only pay heed to Sasha and Connie, though, who give you a soft hug before Sasha tells you that her family would be happy to take you in. You reassure her and everyone else that you have a plan, though your best friends are the only ones who seem to believe you.

“I heard Marie has a son who’s single, maybe they can-“

“You’re not actually talking about marriage here are you?”

“Well, the girl is all alone in the world, now! She needs a man to lead her on the right path.”

The old women are wrong, so very wrong. You don’t need a man. You’re fucking sick of men- sick of them all- everything they’ve created and everything they stand for.

What you need is a god.

The head priestess of Armin’s temple in unsurprised when you knock on her door with nothing but a bag and the clothes on your body. Those clothes are burned soon after, along with many of your other things, leaving your old life behind.

She tells you that you’re lucky there’s a place for you. The last priestess left running off with a man, “Which is a cardinal sin”, she makes sure to repeat every-so-often. The head priestess seems to hate men more than you do, sneering whenever Connie comes by.

Sasha and Connie are unsurprisingly shocked at your choice of work and even if they visit almost every day, they always tell you that they miss you. They think you’ve come the temple out of desperation- everyone does- and you let them believe. Because despite cleaning the marble floors or whatever other arduous duty you’ve been given, a smile is never far as you realise that you’re free from man. Indeed, explaining the truth to anyone would be far too difficult.

Well, except one person.

You’ve never missed anyone before. Not with your father keeping you so sheltered for most of your life. But as you push through the Head Priestess’ relentless schedule, you can’t help but miss Mr Arlert. He disappears after your father’s funeral, so you leave him a note at the empty stable with your final guess. You like to think he decided to follow his own path, you also like to think that he too wishes you were beside him, a guide in the unknown.

Present day:

The room is a box of marble, with a throne sat upon a dais at the centre and one fountain at every corner, each one sculped into a horse. The object of your interests, however, is the large bowl of water on the floor in front of the throne.

This is your initiation. You will emerge from this room not as an apprentice, but a Priestess.

You kneel down and lift the pot of clay to your lips. The head priestess kept on repeating how important it is to not put it down until you’re finished. So, you gulp the water down until you can see the image of Armin. You’re the one who selected the pot, with its faded paint depicting Armin and Hange’s fight for patronage of Sina. It’s a powerful image, but when you put the pot down, you come face to face with something very different. Armin is standing in a room-this room, you realise- and crouched down before him is a young woman, looking up in awe. It takes bit longer of a moment for you to realise that the woman is you.

Looking up slowly from the pot, the first thing you see is sandal-clad feet. Golden sandals, just as fine as the robes he wears, draped in perfect waves. The first word you think of to describe him is divine and it’s indeed accurate because-

“Mr Arlert.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

But you know that’s not correct. The man- no, not a man- before you is taller than Mr Arlert, by a foot and a half at least. His muscles are more prominent that the stable boy’s ever were, strong legs visible through the large slit between the layers of fabric draped over the god’s figure. Half of his shoulder-length hair is tied back using a golden pin whilst the rest frames his perfect, perfect face. You can’t help but think that Armin looks nothing like his statues- no medium of art could capture the ocean within his eyes, glowing in the dull light of the room. Then again, the stories didn’t capture the way the god acts either.

“Armin,” you say, this time your voice louder.

Now, you know.

His sad smile is familiar, but there’s something there that never was. “Oh dear,” he says. “I’m afraid you’ve lost out wager.”

Armin can’t help but compare you to a puppy, with large eyes staring up at him from your crouched position and an expression a perfect mix of excitement, curiosity, and shock.

You reach out a hand tentatively, but it hovers in the air between the two of you once you notice Armin’s raised brow. But he doesn’t rebuke you for it. After all, it’s only your first encounter with the god. He can’t expect you to behave perfectly, to adopt the right etiquette- no, he’ll have to train you first. Like he would a baby mutt. The thought makes him smile.

“I’ll accept any consequences, my god,” you say. Your voice sounds so sure of itself, so unlike your usual ramblings, those that Armin could and would listen to for hours. Right now, though, the certainty, it’s laced with desire that sends blood rushing south. You don’t notice. You’re too lost in his eyes to notice anything.

When he places his hand on your chin to hold it up, he can feel you shiver. “Such a perfect little worshipper,” he says. “I couldn’t possibly punish you.”

Armin can swear he sees disappointment in your eyes before he turns around and walks up the dais. The marble of the throne is cold beneath him, but the sight of you looking up at him with such longing is enough to warm him up. Now, Armin is sure you’ve noticed his growing erection because you crawl towards the dais, not yet climbing it, but close enough to see and lick your lips.

“Let me thank you at least, Armin.” He almost groans at the sound of his name. God, he wants to hear you say it over and over.

“Come here.”

And you climb up the dais only to pause before Armin leans forward and grabs your hips. Two lips, as if led by an invisible string, meet. You kiss like you’ve been waiting years for Armin and, in a way, you have. His tongue is inside your mouth quickly and he’s kissing, sucking, letting his teeth gently graze your lips as he revels in the feeling of you. As your bodies lean against each other, you can feel his heart hammering against your own. His chest is stone, but his lips are so soft and your hands find his golden hair. It’s also softer than it looks, and Armin can’t help but let out a moan as you gently tug.

When you pull back, his pupils are blown. “Thank me, then,” Armin says, breathless.

Sitting between his legs, your hand is tiny compared to his cock, and you can’t stop staring at it. Long and somewhat slender, but veiny with a flushed red top- he can see you gulp before you take an experimental lick at him. Armin’s hold on your hair only tightens and you look up at him, doe eyed and seemingly innocent.

“Put it in your mouth, pretty girl,” he says, guiding your head gently. “So obedient- Yes, exactly, just like-ah- just like that.”

But he doesn’t need to push down- no- he lets you set your own pace only because you do it so perfectly, almost as perfect as the wet noises you make. Armin doesn’t have time to be surprised, he’s just able to react fast enough to suppress his own moans so he can hear your wet tongue caress the base of his cock, as your lips create the perfect o-shape to accommodate him. Your drool is everywhere in a matter of seconds- his balls are coated with it, and so is your lap, where the spit seeps through the thin white fabric you call a robe.

“Like a puppy,” he murmurs. And you look up quizzically. “You’re drooling over me like a desperate puppy- a puppy in heat,” he grunts. “You just want to please me, don’t you? ‘S alright, puppy, I’ll let you do that.”

If you could nod your head, you would. Instead, your cheeks burn, and Armin is so lost in the way that you look- not even able to take his entire cock in his mouth- that his hips begin to buck unconsciously. He hits the back of your throat, and you gag at the sudden impact, but he hisses and murmurs “What a good, wet hole. So good, good-”

The earthshaker is afraid that if he speaks any louder, his voice will slur into incomprehensible sultry sounds. But as you struggle to take his cock even deeper into his mouth, he lets out groans that go straight between your own legs. You moan around him, and the reverberations make his head roll back. God, you could stare at him forever. And he would let you.

“Look at me,” he says whenever your eyes go astray. “Look at your god.”

As his hips buck more violently, Armin can feel the pressure in his lower stomach, the impending orgasm and he wants to stop- wants to hold out the way he always has. But he can’t, it’s too much and he just cannot pull out of you. He simply pushes further and further into your tight throat, repeating your name like it’s a blessing. “fuck, puppy, ‘m going to- I’m going to cum down your throat. You want that, do you you’re your god’s cum- ah, fuck, ahhh”-

Pushing your head down to the base, both of his hands at the back of your head, Armin cries out you name and you can feel the warm liquid go down your throat, thick ropes filling up your mouth, some of it dribbling out. Armin reflexively pushes it back in your mouth, ordering you to swallow it all, to show how grateful you are. Of course, you oblige. But before you can even regain your breath, Armin suddenly pulls you off his cock. His pupils are dilated, and he wears an expression- anger? Shock?

“You’re not a virgin,” he hisses, teeth gritting against each other. His breath is frantic, uneven. It’s not a question and you begin to recognise his expression. Rage. “You’ve done this before.”

Fuck.

The God of the sea has his fair share of consorts and mistresses. Some of them virgins- though he never chases them the way Eren does- some of them not, but none have made him cum so fast. He would like to blame it on the year of pining, of restraint, but he knows better. It’s you. You do this him. You make him so wild, so willing, so pliant even.

In that moment, as he looks your worried face, so desperate to please, he thinks that he’ll never be able to let it go. You’ve consumed Armin and he wants to do nothing more than burn eternally. You must understand that- that you exist as his beacon, that’s where you’ll be your happiest, but those thoughts are too complex for a human. You, in your fragile state, can’t understand. It’s alright, he’ll just have to show you bit by bit that you’re his. But to do so, he must first take on the role he’s familiar with. That of the punisher.

“Who is he?” Armin snaps.

“It was only-“

“Who is he?”

You pause. Memories of nights spent together, huddled close and trying to keep quiet already fading. “Berthrolt Hoover.”

Armin’s shoulders relax, “I see.”

His breathing slowly goes back to normal, and, at the back of your mind, you know you’ve signed the young warrior’s death. But your worry is fleeting as Armin grabs you by the neck and hoists you over his knees, laying you down on your stomach effortlessly. “A priestess who isn’t a virgin?”

You look up as see Armin’s familiar sweet smile, but it’s laced with mirth that makes you forget the Mr Arlert he was before. You cry out at the first slap of his hand on your ass, more out of surprise than pain.

“I don’t think the people of Paradis will be very happy to hear that,” he says. “An unmarried woman giving herself away to a pathetic boy.”

Slap!

“I’m sorry!” you cry out. “It was a mis-”

He slaps you thrice.

“No excuses, dumb little puppy. I’m afraid you’ll have to endure this punishment.” His voice is deceptively soft, as if he is actually sorry. And when you look back up at Armin, his face betrays no malice. But it doesn’t show any cruelty either. Instead, there’s a fascination.

Armin has you sprawled across his lap, at his mercy and he is discovering you bit by bit. As a god. His cock twitches and then suddenly he tugs off the fabric of your robes and they disappear.

The way you squirm is half- hearted, and Armin has to laugh. “Embarrassed? Now of all times? I didn’t know you were such a prude. Or is this all just to compensate for the fact that you’re a whore in my temple?”

You shake your head, “I swear, I’ve never belonged to any man!”

Fingers trace the expanse of your naked body, soft enough to send shivers down your spine. “Oh? Really?”

“Yes yes, I swear, ah!” His fingers find your naked ass and they grab onto the flesh, massaging, groping, feeling you. Armin’s other hand rests on top of your head, stroking it gently and you’re so lost in his touch that you almost forget to speak.

“I belong to no man, I never have. Only you. It’s always been you, Armin.”

The god’s eyes widen, and he gently pulls you up from his lap only to seat you on it, upright and, this time, there’s so much more to admire. “You’re right,” he says. Armin captures your lips and this time, it’s longer, rougher. He doesn’t want to pull back, doesn’t want to lose the feeling of your soft lips against his, but his hands have already found your breasts and soon, his tongue joins them. You moan as he begins to lap at your breasts, leaving hickeys and spit in his wake as his finally finds your nipples and begins sucking them like a child as you whine and lean into him.

“You do belong to me,” he finally says, his voice partially muffled as he loses himself in the worship your breasts. “You’ve always belonged to me.”

And you can do nothing more than nod your head as your fingers tangle in Armin’s hair and you’re pulled into another kiss. His hand goes down your body, squeezing every single mound of flesh as if it needs to be touched so that when he finds your cunt, Armin can’t help but smile at how wet you are.

“Already, but I’ve hardly done anything to you?”

What a liar, but you don’t have a chance to tell him before he plunges a finger inside of you. “Oh, puppy, my puppy,” he groans at the contact the same time you moan, pushing your hips against his digits. “You like my fingers like that inside of you?”

“Yes, yes, I do, I really love them- it feels, oh my god, it feels too good!” you grip his shoulders, unable to do anything but desperately buck your hips at the smiling Armin. He knows what he’s doing, he knows that his fingers are giving you just that satisfaction, but it’s still not enough to bring you over the edge.

“Please Armin, please.” You squeeze his shoulders.

“Tell me what you want, tell me, I’ll give it to you- I swear.”

“I want to feel you, all- ah- all of you. I need to feel you inside of me!”

You’re not sure at which moment Armin removes his robes, but as he moves both of your legs so that you’re straddling him, your hands are on his bare, lean chest. The god’s nipples are flushed pink and pert, practically calling to you and you respond by brushing your fingers over them and watching him twitch ever-so-slightly in response. You withhold the urge to take them into your mouth, even as Armin rubs his cock against your cunt, releasing the sweetest of sounds.

He’s already leaking precum and it mixes with your juices so perfectly, his cock being dragged back and forth, only making you gush even more. “So messy,” he mumbles as he uses his tip to spreads your juices across your thighs. At this point, you can practically feel it throbbing, ready to be sheathed inside of you and the whimpers of your desperation echo against the temple walls.

When Armin slips inside of you, simultaneous gasps escape your lips. The god pulls your body closer to his as you throw your head back, stars in your eyes.

“Look,” he whispers. “Look how easily I slip in- it’s- it’s like your cunt is made for me.”

“Armin,” you whisper back. “Armin, Armin- ah- Armin.”

He sinks you down slowly, the stretch hitting every single spot that leaves your legs practically limp. The god is holding you up, whispering his own mantra that you can’t hear over your bliss. Once inside, your eyes look lock with Armin’s and he’s staring at you in a way he’s never done before. You’ve never seen pupils so dilated and the two of you stay like that as if making up for the moments when you should have been connected in this way. An eternity, it seems, the two of you have needed each other.

“I’m your god,” Armin finally says. “I’m your god and- hng ah-” He begins moving you up and down his shaft. “And I’m going to make you cum all over this cock- okay? All over your god’s cock.”

You nod your head pathetically as he lifts your hips and slams them down against his own. He is strong, ruthless in the way he bucks his hips up every time he lifts you from his cock, as if he can’t bare the empty feeling of not having your tight pussy clamped around him. At this relentless pace, you’re sure that the sound of your connecting bodies could penetrate even these marble walls. And yet, you don’t hold back. Thanks and praises spill from your swollen lips and Armin can’t help but lean forward and push his tongue between your mouth, as if he can absorb all of your word. “So good, so good, it’s- uah- I just want more, more of your cock, you fill me up so good!”

Armin can’t deny you. He pushes your thighs to your chest and picks up your entire body to fuck himself. He manoeuvres your body like a toy and as your tongue rolls out and your eyes become glassy, you begin to look like one too. The only sounds coming out of your mouth are incomprehensible, even as Armin attaches his mouth to one of your bouncing tits, you can only squeal.

“Such a good puppy,” he says between kisses. “Letting me use her holes like this. A god using a puppy’s holes- you should be- you should be grateful! Tell me, tell me you’re grateful!”

“I am!” you cry out. “I am grateful!”

“Good girl, good puppygirl.”

When Armin flips you over, you’re sat on his throne and he fucks into you harder, harder than he was doing before, and you swear his moans are louder too. He’s looking down at the movement of your stomach as if hypnotized by the way his cock disappears into you. And, in a way, he is. The fascination of being inside of you- just the idea even- is enough to make him want to cum.

The sudden position has him hitting new spots and the build-up is so fast, you hardly have the time to warn him. “Armin, Armin I’m cum-“

He grabs your face as you release around his cock, body spasming but unable to look away as Armin’s gaze burns through you. “Good girl,” he says. “Show me, show me how you cum. Just like that, just like that.”

He continues to plough his hips into yours and the spasms of your pussy leave him unable to hold back. “Inside of you,” he practically growls. “I’m going to cum inside of you- yes, yes, yes I am puppy. I’m going to cum inside of you and you’re going to show me how you take it yeah?”

You’re too far gone to even register the implications of what he’s saying, but he buries his cock in your warm walls and releases his cum inside of you with a heavy groan. “Just like that, just like that- I’m going to fill you up with my seed, puppy, my puppy.”

Armin feels like he’s emptied his balls- two powerful orgasms which leave his legs shaking violently. And yet, he pulls out of you slowly and stands back up to his full height, cock in front of your face. Almost instinctively, you rub your cheek against it, giving Armin soft kitten licks and he coos at you, stroking your hair. But he doesn’t push, he just holds his cock there and pumps softly as he stares at your fucked out face. Messy, covered in his spit, his hickeys, his bites, his cum- you look perfect, divine. Only one thing is missing. “I’m going to give you everything I have, puppy. And you’re going to take it, okay?” You nod and open your mouth for him and, immediately, a strong stream of pee emerges.

At the bitter taste on your tongue, your eyes roll back, and you spread your legs even wider, a welcome to the mess he is about to make. Armin accepts and angles his cock to release his pee over your chest, then your stomach, and then your already-throbbing cunt. He lifts a foot to rest on the throne and Armin doesn’t think he’s even seen such a beautiful sight in his life.

As if guided by an implicit will, Armin’s foot hovers on top of you and suddenly, he presses against your lower stomach. Your eyes snap back into focus as you whine out for him to wait, wait just a moment “I just had water,” you cry out. “It’s gonna- It’s gonna come out!”

But Armin simply grins. “Let it come out,” he says and presses his foot down harder. “Pee yourself dumb little mutt, be a good puppy for your owner.” The trickle that emerges is involuntary, but Armin’s grin is wider. “Yes, good girl, just like that. Let me see more, let me see more of you.”

The pressure that was holding the bowl of water back broke and you felt the warm liquid against your thighs before you realise what’s happening. Armin practically moans as he watches you whimper and struggle to hold your pee back as it spreads over the throne, the dais, and even Armin himself. He doesn’t stop until you’ve given it all to him.

You expect Armin to disappear.

You’ve given him everything. His goal is complete, you think, he has nothing more to do with you. But, as he has done many times before, the god surprises you. Armin’s body is heavy against yours when he collapses on top of you, but the weight is comforting. Despite the malaise of urine and cum rubbing against both of your bodies, you wrap your arms around the god of the ocean and hold him close.

Even as you close your eyes and lean your head back on the marble throne, Armin doesn’t leave you. Even as you open your eyes back up and see blue ones staring back at you, the look he gives you is so familiar and long hair in such unfamiliar disarray that you can’t help but smile.

He doesn’t ask why. Instead, Armin calls forth a stream of warm water from the adjacent fountain to clean the both of you. It feels like a fever dream the way floating droplets caress your bodies, and when Armin stands you up, his hands not leaving you, the perfume that suddenly envelops you is heavenly.

“Can I give you a last kiss, please?” you ask when your robe appears once again. And Armin leans forward to capture your lips, dragging his tongue on your bottom lip as if to taste you.

It doesn’t feel like a final kiss. You’ve had many of them- Jean, Sasha, Berthrold, your father, and even your mother, though you can’t remember it. This kiss is different. It feels less like a kiss and more like a promise, a vow. a shiver runs down your spine.

“I am your god,” he says and lifts his both of his hands slowly to wrap around your neck. “And you’re my worshipper.” You gasp as a cold sensation spreads around your neck, just below Armin’s fingers. It’s sudden, and heavy and when he removes his hands, yours fly to your neck and there’s a metal band there where there was none before.

“It’s sculpted from Hephaestus’ gold,” Armin says as he strokes his fingers along the metal. But he’s not looking at his gift, instead he looks at you.

“Armin- I- this is. But why?”

For the first time, he can’t read your expression. But it doesn’t matter. You belong to him. You always have, but now you know. And if it takes time for you to understand, Armin can wait. He’ll wait right beside you, always, always there to guide you.

“This is not the end of my Odyssey. My Odyssey is eternal,” he says before giving you another short kiss and disappearing, the warmth of his lips still present.

The gods might not all be fickle, you think, so you just smile sadly. But the gods are all selfish, so you touch the collar around your neck.

A/N: This is my first ever collab and I was- as still am- a bit insecure about how this story turned out so I appreciate all of your support ❤️. I would also like to apologise to my fellow history nerds for the historical inaccuracies.

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i put a spell on you (2) | a. barber

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MINORS DNI

pairing: andy barber x black!witch!reader

word count: 2.56k

warnings: witchcraft themes/elements, age gap (reader is in her mid-20s and andy is in his late 30s), world building, slow burn, mentions of witch hunters, angst, talks of divorce (andy and laurie), andy being nosy.

A/N: so i'm currently finishing up part three! this part is a bit slow in my opinion and a little more world building. part three will be coming soon and you'll see more about andy's home life! divider by @firefly-graphics. please let me know what you think! <3

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Andy Barber couldn’t get you out of his head. He had been too distracted when he walked into the office, believing he saw you as he entered the building. His assistant had to repeat updates on his cases and messages from Neal and Lynn because he kept thinking of you.

When he finally got a small break to himself, he thought about how he could see you again. Sure he could see you in passing while you both left for your commutes to work and ask about your car (not that it happened this morning), but it wasn’t enough. He wanted to talk to you. He mentally kicked himself for not asking for your number.

Maybe he could visit you during his lunch, under the guise of needing something from your shop. But he had no need to visit the bookstore.

It killed him how much you were on his mind. He felt guilty when Laurie was talking to him at breakfast about her and Jacob’s schedule. While he was tuned in for what was going on with Jacob, once the conversation shifted to her was when he focused on you. He tried to play it off, but he knew Laurie could detect his distance. The distance between them was growing, with distance starting to grow on his part.

His marriage was over, but neither he nor Laurie were ready to fully admit it. Andy was worried about Jacob more so. Jacob knew something was up, but Andy and Laurie tried their best to play it off like everything was fine. But as the days went on, both Andy and Laurie’s patience was wearing thin. Last night, Andy slept in the guest room, careful to clean up any evidence he was there before Jacob woke up.

Before Andy could get ready for his next meeting, he received a call from Laurie. He hesitated a minute before answering the call; it had been months since she called him, usually opting to text him. When he picked up the phone, he heard the noise of children playing in the background.

“Hello?”

“Hey, I left my lunch at home. Is there any chance you can pick something up and bring it by around noon? I would go get it, but I have a meeting shortly after that I can’t miss.”

Andy was quiet. She called him for lunch? This was the first time in a long time he had brought her lunch. He wanted to question why this warranted a call, but since he didn’t feel like picking a battle, he simply agreed and told her he was dropping off her usual order from the diner by her job. The call ended with a cold ‘See you later’ and Andy rolling his eyes as he got ready for his meeting.

Despite your eerie message, all you could think about was Andy Barber. His presence graced your dreams, his warm embrace surprising you and soothing your anxiety about the threat you received. When you woke up, you found yourself holding the pillow, your unconscious self believing it was him.

It was dangerous how much he affected you after one interaction. Here you were having dreams about a man you interacted with once. While you were used to kindness from strangers, Andy’s kindness was different. After you touched his hand, you could feel Andy’s protectiveness over you, and your own for him. It was a feeling you had never experienced with anyone else before, and you wanted to know why and why you felt it with him.

But Andy had a family - a wife and son. Though he hesitated when you mentioned them, you never wanted to be a part of breaking up a family. You would have to put your curiosity to bed, but no matter how much you tried, the thought of him couldn’t escape your mind.

You contemplated reaching out to him, letting him know about the eerie message you received on your doorstep last night, but it was way too complicated. How could you explain the symbol to him? From what your intuition told you, Andy was oblivious to magic and the world you came from. It would be useless asking him for help, especially when human means of help were futile when it came to issues between witches and witch hunters.

Instead, you tried to busy yourself with taking inventory of the store, hoping that rearranging the Ancient History section of the bookstore would distract you from your handsome, unattainable neighbor.

At some point while you were doing inventory, you placed your earphones in and lightly hummed to the music from your phone as you checked and rearranged books. Harris walked down the aisle, calling your name numerous times before realizing you were unable to hear her. When she tapped your shoulder, you jumped and grabbed your moonstone pendant near your heart.

“Harris! You can’t sneak up on people like that,” you exclaimed as you turned off your music.

“I didn’t sneak up on you. I’ve been calling your name for the last minute. You’re too busy giving us a concert to notice,” she told you. “I need a favor from you.”

“What’s up?” you asked.

“I need you to make a delivery for me. I’m interviewing someone at noon, and I need this order before 12:30.”

“Interview?” you questioned.

“I figured you and I could use more help. It’s only the two of us.”

“Who are you hiring?”

“I’m not hiring anyone yet,” she began. “I’m interviewing this girl named Maggie. She’s the only one whose application seemed legit.”

“I’m surprised. I figured it would be the two of us working here until we’re nothing but bones,” you teased.

“Ha ha. Very funny. Now, get going. This client is annoyed if you’re late.” Harris said as she shooed you towards the large packages behind the counter.

“Where exactly am I bringing this?” you asked.

“The Children’s Cottage. It’s a daycare center not far from our house. When you get there, just bring the books to Laurie,” she instructed as she handed you the keys to her car.

When you arrived at The Children’s Cottage, you saw groups of small kids playing in the yard with their teachers keeping a watchful eye over them. The laughter of the kids made you smile, making you remember when you and Harris were that age, running around without a care in the world.

You made your way inside of the building, stopping at the desk of the receptionist. He had dark dreadlocks pulled into a bun and tattoos adorning his arm. On his shirt was a name tag in a font resembling a little kid’s that read, Jo.

“Hi. I have a couple packages for Laurie. Do you know where I can bring them?” you asked.

“Sure!” he said, hopping up from his desk. “Let me get you the cart!”

Jo followed you outside and helped you unload the packages onto the cart. Once inside, he directed you to Laurie’s office which was at the end of the hall. As you walked down the hall, you saw artwork and photos of the students at the Children’s Cottage. Each door to a classroom was adorned with a different theme. Laurie’s door was the only one not decorated. You knocked softly and waited for her to let you in.

When she opened the door, a look of surprise grew on her face. “Hi. Am I expecting you?” she asked.

“Yes,” you responded. “I’m doing a delivery for Harris.”

“Oh! You can bring these in and unload them,” she said leaving the door open for you. You wheeled the cart in and noticed an assortment of packages throughout the room. As you unloaded the books, Laurie directed you to place these near the door. As you laid each book, she followed behind you, unboxing and subsequently labeling each box. In the midst of your routine, you both were unaware of the tall, dark man that stood at the threshold of Laurie’s office.

Andy knocked twice on the frame of the door, drawing Laurie’s and your attention. When you saw him, your heart jumped slightly at him.

“Here’s your lunch,” Andy said, handing her a take out bag. As he handed her the bag, he noticed your presence. “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“Do you know her, Andy?” Laurie asked, a slight accusatory tone growing in her voice.

“Yes, she’s our new neighbor,” he answered.

“I’m Harris’s cousin,” you finished.

“That explains why she’s not here,” Laurie answered. She slightly relaxed, and you looked at Andy apologetically. “Well, Y/N, thank you so much for the packages. Give Harris my best.”

You smiled, giving a small nod as you exited out of the office. Guilt arose with you quickly. Even as he stood in front of you with his wife in the room, you couldn’t stop thinking about the shades of blue in his eyes. You needed to get a grip.

“Y/N! Wait!” you heard someone call out as you reached your car. You saw Andy walking towards you, his Audi parked next to Harris’s car. You stopped and waited for him to catch up. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you responded awkwardly. You briefly looked over to the teachers watching the kids playing, hoping they wouldn’t look over and see.

“Is something wrong?”

“Uh, no. Not at all.”

“How’s your car?” he asked. As if on cue, AAA’s number flashed on your screen.

“Speak of the devil,” you laughed before answering the phone. “Hi, this is Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Hi, Y/N,” the operator greeted. “We just got updates about your car.”

“How is it?” you asked, crossing your arms nervously.

“When our mechanics checked under the hood, they noticed the oil plug was gone. The oil in your car was completely drained. We also noticed your brake fluid was drained as well.”

“What!” you exclaimed. Andy’s face immediately grew with concern.

“Yes. Not to pry, but do you know how this could have happened?”

“No, not at all! I just got my oil changed a month ago, and my brakes should be fine.”

“I’m sorry about this. Our team is working on it, and I’ll give you an update on your car as soon as I can.”

“Thank you,” you said, sighing before hanging up.

“What happened?” Andy asked.

“Someone tampered with my car. They drained my oil and brakes,” you told him, still shocked by the information you just received. Your brain was running a mile a minute. This has to be related to last night, you thought.

“Okay, look. I’m going to call a friend of mine, Pam. She’s a detective. She can get to the bottom of what’s going on and figure out who did that to you.”

“No,” you replied firmly.

“What?” Andy’s eyes widened at your admission. “Someone did this intentionally. You could’ve been seriously hurt.”

To Andy, you knew you looked insane. But you couldn’t have attention drawn to you. After the message you received, you needed to hide in plain sight. A detective around you could mean digging into your past, and you were trying your best to keep it there. Your safest bet was doing nothing.

“Look, I-I’m new here. I don’t want the first thing people hear about me is this. Besides, Luna–my car, will be fine.” Andy’s eyes pleaded against what you were saying. “Thanks, Andy for the offer,” you told him as you opened the door to Harris’s car.

Andy watched you get in and drive away. He could tell you were masking something. You were scared, and he couldn’t blame you. If you didn’t want help from Pam, he was going to have to find a new way to figure out what happened to you and what you didn’t want him to know.

It had been a while since Andy used this kind of background check. He tried to play by the book ever since Neal began opting for dirty tactics. But that didn’t mean Andy didn’t have tricks up his disposal. Being ADA and connected with the right people worked in his favor.

On his computer was software that allowed him to get information on any name he typed in. If he really wanted to, he could possibly access surveillance in the public parts of town, but it never got to that point. As the system loaded, he recalled the look on your face when you learned what happened to your car. All the color from skin faded. A frown grew on your face, and immediately, he knew he wanted to help you.

He typed your name into the database and waited for the program to shift through every name until it landed on yours. The program was powerful and nearly drained his computer, so he waited patiently. He still forgot to get your number. He hoped you would call him; maybe change your mind and ask for his help or even just vent to him. He wanted to hear your voice badly. The guilt he would normally fear was fading away. For the first time in a long time, he felt something other than emptiness or frustration. He felt light.

When his computer chimed to notify the search was over, he was quick to learn whatever he could about you. But there was so little. All he had was the deed to your home on the street you shared and your license. No diploma, no traffic tickets, nothing. He couldn’t find anything on you or your recent past.

There was way more to learn about you than he had anticipated.

The knock on your front door threw you off. You and Harris had just wrapped up dinner and the dishes. You were about to head up for a shower before you heard the firm knocks. When you opened it, you were in for a present surprise.

“Y/N, hi.”

“Hi, Andy. Can I help you with something?”

“Uh no, actually. I was going to invite you and Harris to our barbecue this Saturday. Laurie and I host one every year, and we invite all the neighbors.”

“Oh okay. I’ll let Harris know about it. What time is it?”

“It’s for two.”

“Great. I should be free around that time. See you then.”

“Great. Can’t wait to see you,” he said with a smile. Your heart fluttered at his last remark, and you gave him a small smile. He lingered at your door for a while longer, as if there was something else he wanted to say. Before you could respond, his phone buzzed with a text message. “It’s Laurie. Dinner’s ready.”

“Oh okay. I don’t want to keep you. Goodnight Andy.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” You closed your door and leaned against it as soon as it was shut. You took a deep breath before Harris startled you.

“Who was that?” she asked.

“Um, Andy Barber, from down the street. He invited us to his barbecue on Saturday.”

“Shoot! I have to train Maggie that day. You go without me and tell me all about the juicy gossip you hear,” she said as she began making her way to her room. “There’s a rumor the Barbers are splitting.”

feedback is always appreciated! <3

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capriciousvisage · 3 years ago

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i love kaebedo its my top fave ship (side by side with zhongluc) but its one of those ships that the fandom just like dpesn't do right so bad i think.

canon albedo: i think having friends is so tedious and not worth the time when i could be doing things that i perceive are much more worth my time

(which he later proves himself wrong insofar as saying that he sees Klee as a little sister, though he still finds her somewhat troublesome. not sure if that's because she's blowing everything up or because alice was like "you're literally siblings now" or what.)

albedo loves distance. he's one of those people that you have on your friends list for years but haven't talked to for those years, but you have a generally favorable impression of. then he messages you and is just the same as you remember him, but more importantly, the state of friendship in his mind between you two has not degraded in any way, shape or form since you last spoke. you guys are "friends" and he likes you and even if you, personally, do not think you guys are on the same level as friendship as someone who makes the effort to talk to you every day, it doesn't matter to him.

but fanon albedo is like completely open with his emotions and kaeya is the one being mysterious and withholding his own feelings. i feel like it'd be the opposite. i think the fandom at large misreads the characters' intentions and goals when applied to this specific pairing and they are generally seen as Husbands Immediately. not only is albedo struggling coming to terms with himself as a Being(tm) and experiencing An Emotion, but kaeya omits things about himself and keeps it that way for everyone around him. so yeah, the fandom did get the "kaeya withholds his own feelings" thing right, but that's not even the case for most works i see depicting kaebedo.

i think a typical, closer to canon kaebedo getting-together scenario would work like this:

kaeya takes interest in albedo superficially for any reason. this could tie into khaenri'ah, or it could just tie into them being "co-workers". kaeya deems albedo interesting enough that he wants to get information out of him, about himself and his work.

kaeya thinks about applying the tactics he uses to get information out of other people to albedo, which involves manipulating, for better or worse, the emotions of his "target". of course, this would prove fruitless because albedo barely recognizes he has emotions himself. kaeya is very observant and would likely (and likely actually is, in canon) watch albedo and his mannerisms, as well as probably timaeus, sucrose, and klee (those people that are "closest" to albedo insofar as they actually can find him sometimes), for an undetermined amount of time (and doesn't stop). this is made especially easy with klee.

kaeya comes to the conclusion that albedo may actually be "easy". he realizes that because albedo doesn't seemingly have any boundaries when it comes to sharing his work, kaeya takes on the role of a mentoree. by now he knows a lot of what albedo thinks is interesting - conversation starters. topics to get albedo talking. kaeya starts off asking questions about topics that kaeya might not (or he may) have any knowledge greater than simply cursory.

and it works! of course it works because it's kaeya we're talking about. he starts off visiting the laboratory only once every few weeks under the guise of "work" (but always gets albedo talking before albedo can ask what the work is), then slowly he starts visiting more and more.

of course, what started as mere passing interest in someone he thought didn't fit in with the rest of mondstadt grows and grows, and soon he finds himself caring about albedo greatly. this process may take several more months - after all, kaeya might not admit he has feelings, either, even if he's much more in tune with himself than the average person.

at some point, either before, during, or after kaeya realizes he has feelings for albedo beyond just "colleague" - and genuine ones at that! - kaeya would start sharing information about his own world. despite living in mondstadt, albedo still considers himself an outsider: he doesn't belong here and is only here on recommendation letter from his master. but kaeya's lived in mondstadt his entire life! he can show albedo all sorts of things that the average person of mondstadt may take for granted - things that are truly "magical" (which kaeya has noted that, even though albedo doesn't use that term, albedo would love to be enchanted in such a silly, childish way), things that dazzle, things that aren't just things mondstadt markets as a tourist attraction of sorts. he invites albedo to join mondstadt officially.

i think there'd be a genuine slowburn that would take months to years here. i think kaeya, in all his perceived responsibility and duty, would not admit to albedo how he truly feels. albedo has no other frames of references and simply accepts kaeya as someone a part of his life (after all, kaeya seems particularly receptive and in tune with leaving albedo alone, even when albedo doesn't voice it), much like he did with klee. while they're both knights of favonius, kaeya is closer to "family" and "kin" than he is as a knight.

thinking about it, i genuinely think there'd have to be some sort of inciting incident in order to get them to actually talk. it doesn't even have to be dangerous or fatal or "one of them is in danger and the other helps them!". it can be as simple as diluc telling kaeya to be honest with himself after a mission that nearly costed kaeya his life. it can be klee asking albedo when kaeya is going to play with them next even though kaeya just played with them yesterday, and albedo starts wondering the same question - but why? it can be others noticing albedo seeking out kaeya first, rather than the other way around. it can be kaeya or albedo messing up in their work - only to realize they had done so because they were thinking of the other. generally, the universe is going to have to shuffle these guys together first, because they're not going to start anything of their own volition. even if it's not fully external, something has to happen in order to break either of them out.

and then it all comes to fruition eventually. i think kaeya would be less likely to start it. kaeya still has that perceived sense of duty and responsibility and the sense that his whole life is built on lies, and he doesn't want to get anyone else caught up into it - he doesn't want to fall back into another perceived sense of security and love (look what happened with diluc, after all!). i think albedo may go to sucrose or jean for advice - once again, he's needing to be taught how to do something. i think jean would be great for this actually. i think they'd have a lengthy conversation one day about it. jean tells him to think about it. albedo comes back the next day asking precisely how to ask someone out because he's made up his mind but this is not a subject (courtship, that is) that he's really researched before. jean laughs.

in the end, i think even with the final, final beginnings of courtship and dating and loving, i think kaeya is still reluctant (and albedo is reluctant, too!). but eventually, albedo convinces kaeya that he'd love him regardless of any of his faults and would support him in his sane and sound endeavors and would stop him if necessary (though albedo only says this to him in order to ask kaeya to stop him if necessary), until ashes return to ashes, and dust returns to dust.

basically what i'm saying is that these two are emotionally constipated and need a fire lit under the asses (maybe literal) in order for them to just Do anything. but my criticism with the fandom's common portrayal is that it'd take less than 3 weeks for them to go from practically strangers to married, and i disagree with that, even when you take into account the theories that kaeya is a khaenri'ahn prince/royalty of some sort and albedo is a "weapon of khaenri'ah"* or otherwise related to khaenri'ah in some way. kaeya only has his parents and family to connect him to khaenri'ah -- and besides being of the same alchemy that khaenri'ah developed, albedo has no clear connections with khaneri'ah at all.

* i say "weapon of khaenri'ah" but that was my old theory. it might still be true (especially with the new event) but i was just reading something about how albedo is the purification process in alchemical stages as well as the fact that albedo himself talks extensively about the petrified trees and that he has been shown revitalizing them (much like we do when we purify a ley line, etc). so i think albedo is not built to be a "weapon" of destruction, but a "weapon" of "purification" in the regards that more and more signs point to him actually, possibly, maybe stopping a berserk kaeya -- prince of khaenri'ah -- than the opposite. but he still feels that he can do more hurt than good, i think.

this is just a lot of rambling but anyway. i think the genshin/kaebedo fandom at large just wants to see them happy and loving because they both deserve it and i am also a sucker for romance. however i am a slave to canon personalities if anything and think that it's actually a much more interesting dynamic than what most fanworks make it out to be. so much potential lost just reducing it to standard "lovey-dovey" tropes immediately imo.

"and yet you reblog and like the fanworks where they are just lovey-dovey tropes. curious!" yeah because i appreciate them and i am multi-faceted and think that people should still have fun.

#albedo #kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaebedo #genshin #genshin impact #personal wish simulator #these are literally just my ramblings but i needed to throw them out there #also follow me fellow fans of kaebedo u have good taste #cosmic choir

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dovesnroses · 4 years ago

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A Quickie

For: @otromeru

Rating: Explicit

a/n: Hello! I know I haven't posted anything original in what feels like YEARS, but saying the last several months have been wild is an understatement. This is a request/dedication to @otromeru who is an AMAZING artist and one of my fave Obey Me! Fanart blogs. I love Neru, and I love her and Mammon's relationship. I hope you all enjoy it!!!

Warning: SMUT, oral f! receiving, mild voyeurism, Lucifer being a dick

Neru’s pissed.

All day today, she’s been putting out fires. Literal fires.

She doesn’t know who gave Beel and Satan the idea to try to improve Solomon’s recipes, but she’ll kill them when she does. Scooping the last of the ash into the bin, she sighs. It feels like all of Devildom is conspiring against her. Every day since starting her relationship with Mammon, there had been things to do: meetings to attend, punishments to endure, magic to learn. And even worse, the other six brothers had made it their mission to be the most giant cock blocks.

Even today, Neru and Mammon had been on her bed making out. His hand on her panties was teasing her just slightly. They hadn’t had sex in a week, and they needed this - she needed this.

But then her cell phone buzzed to life, and it was Beel asking for help to put out the large grease fire that had started downstairs. She would have ignored it if it hadn’t been Lucifer calling Mammon, demanding he come by his office this instant.

After that, she didn’t see Mammon the rest of the day. Lucifer had to have finished yelling at him by now. And there was still some time before she had to help with dinner; maybe she could find him and finish what they had started.

When she can’t find him in any of the usual places, she walks to his room. When he doesn’t answer her knocks, she assumes he’s not there. And since the door is open, she lets herself in just to be safe.

Mammon doesn’t notice that she’s there. His headphones are in; volume turned up so loud she can hear the bass. His hand is running down his exposed stomach, and the other hand is pumping his cock in quick hurried motions.

Neru’s frozen, watching her boyfriend pleasure himself. Her center begins to throb, and her mouth waters. She doesn’t even consider that he decided to start without her. Mammon tilts his head back against the pillows, his face and neck flushed deep with arousal. She feels herself getting wet. But she doesn’t want him to stop. Her hand reaches down, and she gasps when she finds herself already soaked through.

And that’s when he catches her.

“Babe, what the fuck?!”

Mammon scrambles out of bed to pull his pants up. Neru jumps and turns away.

“Mammon, I’m so sorry!” She squeaks. He’s going to think she’s a voyeur, and do demons even care about kinks? How was she going to -

“Babe, I didn’t even realize you were here,” Mammon murmurs, his arms circling her waist, “sorry you uh...saw that.”

Neru turns in his arms and sees he’s embarrassed. She feels terrible, but it was so fucking hot to watch. “What were you thinking about?” she whispers, looking up at him slowly. Mammon grips her tighter and breaks their gaze. She pushes herself up against Mammon and feels him straighten, “Mammon, tell me.”

He doesn’t look back at her when he replies, “You...”

And though she knows that’s what it could have been, hearing him say that sends a roaring flame straight to her core. He looks back at her noticing her breath is heavy. Neru’s eyes are dark, and her cheeks are flushed. Mammon smirks as he leans to whisper into her ear, “Do you want to hear more?”Neru shivers and nods, breathing out a yes. Mammon’s hands travel lower till he can grab her ass gently kneading.

“Mammon,” she sighs, “need you.” And she kisses him hard. Mammon keeps his hands on her and pulls her to the bed. She’s on top of him, kissing him, and he moans just enough for her to swipe his tongue with her own. It’s a messy make-out session, a necessity to make up for the lost time. Her hands skate down his front till she gets to his jeans, and she pulls him out. He’s still hard, and Neru moans because she is finally going to get what she’s wanted all day.

Mammon’s phone begins to blast that wretched pop song Asmo set as a prank. He’d yet to figure out how to change it, and it’s an even worse reminder that they’re not alone. She jumps back from him, and he pulls to look at it. Lucifer lights up in bright letters. Mammon groans, and a Neru panics. He’s going to have to answer it. He’s going to have to leave. And she’d be stuck again, wet and needy.

That is not happening again.

Neru rips the phone from his grip and tosses it to the edge of the bed, out of reach. She’s pressing kisses along Mammon’s neck, pulling the edge of his v neck down to nibble along his collarbone.

“N-Neru!” Mammon watches her, pupils blown wide: a dark violet. He tries to sit up, but Neru plants a hand on his chest, straddling him. Mammon watches as she reaches down under her skirt to slide fingers down her slit. A small sigh escapes her, and Mammon’s cock throbs. This is what he had been thinking about: watching her touch herself in slow, methodical movements. Taking all the time that they could never seem to get. It’s hypnotic. Neru bunches her skirt over her thighs, revealing pale yellow panties slick with want, and his breath catches. Mammon wants to taste her, no, devour her.

The cell phone screams to life again. Mammon throws his head back into the pillows. “Fucking shit! What do they fucking want-“a guttural moan cuts him off as Nehru grinds down on his length. He’s already so far gone, the friction of her panties the best distraction from his useless brothers.

“Mamm-on,” Neru whimpers, grinding down again, “Need you now.” She fingers her panties and pulls them to the side, revealing her mound pink and we. Mammon can’t keep his eyes off it. She can’t hide the feral hunger as she sinks, already perfect for him. Neru keens at the stretch of his cock inside her. In any normal situation, she’d keep still, get used to his girth inside her. But the demands of the day had frustrated her, and absence does make the heart grow fonder. Once her hips are flush against his, Neru begins a steady, rocking pace.

Mammon’s eyes roll back as he’s enveloped in the warmth of her Fuck baby just like that. Pussy so good. He knows he’s speaking praises and expletives, but even his voice feels a distance away from the feeling of velvet walls. He can hear Neru whimpering her praises. Head rolled forward, cheeks flushed red. God damn, she was beautiful.

“Neru,” he feels her flutter around his cock at her name, “Neru, baby,” She moans again, pacing faster onto him. Mammon growls and reaches to catch her hips. “Ya gotta stop, baby,’ he chuckles, “it’s too good.”

She doesn’t stop.

Neru bounces up and down her thighs, burning lost in the churning of her pleasure. Watching the way Mammon’s eyes roll back and relishing in the way he grips her hip: nails digging into her flesh.

“Fuck - Neru,” Mammon is pleading a mess. She can feel him tense under her. He wouldn’t last much longer. Neru catches his eyes and smiles.

“Let go, Mammon,” she whimpers, and that’s all it takes for him to release and release and release into her. He shudders and gasps, and Neru feels herself fluttering around him, clenching tighter as she milks him.

He finally has the wear with all to hold her still. He groans with a twitch and then breaths a heavy sigh.

“Fucking shit, woman,” he curses, holding them still, “that was -,” he huffs, “wow.”

Neru smiles at him, eyes still glassy with lust. Mammon’s entranced by the flush that starts at her cheeks and disappears down her neck into her shirt. He gains enough strength to push her off with a whimper, gently maneuvering her to the bed. He crawls over and litters kisses across her forehead, cheeks, and nose. Never in his eternity of living did he think something so beautiful could be his. Her giggles lit his heart aglow. And maybe it was that after sex rush of emotion, or perhaps it was because it had been too damn long.

“I love you,” he whispers.

A different heat blooms within her, and Neru smiles softly, reaching to caress his warm cheek, “I love you too,” she’s said it a thousand times, but he can’t get used to the gentle declaration. His face heats up in embarrassment, and he hides it under the guise of kissing her chest and stomach.

“Fuck!” He grumbles, “you’re just so fucking - Fuck I -“

Neru giggles, ready to tease him, but then she hears the distinct rip of her panties.

“Mammon-!” Mammon shoves her knees up to her chest, and she squeaks. He positions himself in front of her center and meets her eyes, cheeks still flushed.

“You’re just so fucking cute,” and he steals her response by licking a stripe up her center. Neru clamps a hand over her mouth, muffling her gasps. Mammon moans in satisfaction, tasting his release mixed with her juices. His tongue scoops himself out of her; he can’t get enough. Neru’s thighs are already tense and shaking in his hands. He glances up through long eyelashes to find her watching him. Hand still over mouth, face beet red, chest rising up and down faster now that she catches his gaze. Mammon hums around her and flattens his tongue against her clit. Neru arches her back, a high-pitched moan escaping her lips.

He smirks and continues his ministrations, eyes closing in fervor. He would devour Neru like this forever if he could. She was too sweet for anyone else but him. He was her first, and he’d be her last. Neru’s pants were becoming louder like she did when she was close. Mammon didn’t want to stop. Didn’t care if she was going to be over-sensitive. Her pleasure triggered his greed, and he needed -

“Mammon!” the pounding on his door breaks him of his trance. Neru tries to pull away as Lucifer’s voice calls for him again, “Mammon, you have not yet explained this bill from the other day.”

Mammon looks from the door to his girlfriend, who is very clearly ravished and looking very unsatisfied. His grip had weekend against her, and when Neru looked his way, she smiled a sad smile: a, we’ll have to continue this another time, smile.

“No,” Mammon growls, and when Neru continues to move, he grabs her legs again, “I said no.”

She tries to object, but Mammon pulls Neru flush against him, arms wrapping around her thighs and over her stomach. His lips immediately find her clit, and he begins to suck on the bundle of nerves, eyes never leaving hers. At once, she’s back on her climb. Neru tries to push him away, but they both know it’s fruitless. Her face is flushed, the brightest it’s ever been, and he’ll have to ask if maybe she’s got a slight voyeur kink.

Neru’s moans and pants get louder. She’s chanting his name, almost sobbing it. Her stomach tightens, and she doesn’t want to come when Lucifer can probably hear them on the other side of the door. But Mammon’s pushing her to a place she can’t come back from, so far that the logical part of her gets smaller and smaller till all she feels is his lips on her.

With a final suck of her clit, Neru spasms against him. Her mouth opens in a silent cry, eyes rolling back. He works her through her orgasm as she finds her voice. Hiccuping his name until finally weakly pushes at his head, signaling no more. Mammon gives her one final tender kiss before pulling away. He can feel her on his lips and chin, and he so wished he could go back and savor more.

“Now that that’s over,” Lucifer calls irritation thick in his voice, “I still need to speak to you, Mammon.”

“Conjugal visit is over Mammon!” Asmo’s voice calls sweetly, “but thanks for the show.”

Mammon throws a pillow at the door, shouting, shut up! He looks at Neru, who is very clearly embarrassed, but she can’t help a giggle that turns into a burst of laughter. He glares at her and tries to duck back down to her, but she holds him back.

“Down boy,” she teases, still breathless, “we’ve still got work to do.” Mammon licks his lips and climbs over to kiss her deeply.

“Fine,” he grumbles. He kisses her again, nipping her lip lightly, “but maybe we should consider getting a place for ourselves.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me swd #obey me mammon #mammon x mc #mammon x neru #obey me mammon x mc #obey me smut #dani writes #otromeru

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mzmezzler · 4 years ago

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Rouge - Felix x Fem!reader

shortlist: sub!felix, dom!reader, marking, praising, humiliation, mommy kink, lipstick, body worship, teasing, begging, no real sex, (Felix is pretty non-verbal in this cause he just woke up)

word count: 1.3k

summary: based off this thought I had

a/n: I had to write this for the lipstick that inspired it all being gone...my beloved red bullet broke. like a week and a half ago like this is mad late So yeah this is a flowery self insert I'm grieving.

Any and all feedback is appreciated :)

Sitting at the vanity nestled in the corner of your bedroom, you go about putting on your daily makeup, save for the new lipstick you bought the other day. It was a smooth, crimson that looked soft and bold all the same. All in cased in sleek, black packaging, you loved the product and felt like trying it out today.

While applying your base makeup, Felix stirs in bed causing you to turn to give him a warm smile as he groans at the sunlight hitting his scrunched face. Being an early riser has its perks. Seeing Felix rub over his face within the sheets was always a sight with the way his blonde hair would shine in the morning light as it stuck every which way.

Turning back towards the mirror you go about finishing your face and reaching for the lipstick.

Twisting it open and pressing the product to the center of your top lip, you catch a flash of Felix’s head perked up from the cover to look at you.

Training your focus back to your lips, you continue to fill in your lips, but get distracted as Felix’s stare hasn’t faltered.

“Why are you staring so hard?” You ask, still applying in the mirror absentmindedly.

His gaze has an odd air so you continue, “You wanna try it hun?” You chuckle without missing a beat. But judging by Felix’s unreadable expression you would have to press on. Looking between Felix and the point of the lipstick still pressed to your lips you turn around in your vanity chair to gauge his stare.

The boy was looking with his eyes flitting about since you called him out of his bluff. And now like a caught child, he fidgets under the covers with his eyes lowered. Despite the boy still being groggy from sleep, you could still see the interest in how he longing watched you from the vanity.

It wasn’t anything new for Felix to watch you apply your makeup under the guise of it being relaxing to watch, which you wouldn’t discredit him from; it was relaxing for you to apply.

This stare just felt different.

“You wanna try it don’t you.” You say.

Rolling your eyes at his silence, you get up and cross the room over to him with the product in hand. Sitting in front of the blonde in bed, you cross your leg over the other and hold the bullet applicator up to his face at a distance, “You’re gonna look so pretty Lixie.” Leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek you grin at the print left behind and the light blush blossoming on his cheeks, “Don't be shy love.”

“You’re wearing it a little now, let’s just get it on your pretty lips then.”

The small smile that forms on his face spurs you on to pressing another dusty pink kiss onto his chin, “Will you let me?” You whisper softly. He’s been so quiet, lost in his cloudy thoughts while you pressed a second lip print to his skin. You hover over his skin as if to wait for his permission.

Gulping lowly, a small hitch in Felix’s breath is barely audible.

“Please” He whispers back.

Pressing the point of the lipstick to his lips is light but firm, gliding the product on expertly, Felix melts into your touch as you slide closer to him to swipe the product on properly.

The two of you were pressed against each other with only the sheets sandwiched between you two in the way. It was within this moment that you realize the boy is completely bare compared to your pajama clad form.

And in this realization was the sight of Felix’s chest flushing at your wandering eyes.

Shrinking underneath the unwavering eyes scanning his form, Felix starts to slide himself underneath the comforter, “You’re staring” he whispers plainly.

“Yes, and you don’t have to hide from me baby.” You say while wiping off some of the excess with your finger.

Pulling away to take in the image of Felix, bare and in his most raw form; fresh out of bed and now with the quick application of a dusty crimson staining his lips, he’s sinful.

The blonde looks back at you through his lashes, “Do I look ok?”

“You look like an absolute dream baby” You say leaning in to close the gap between the two of you.

Even though you just applied the lipstick, the feel of the product dragging between your mouths is one you’ve never felt before.

Bringing your hand up to run your nails over the back of Felix’s head and cradle his neck, the blonde moans into the kiss. The subtle smell of the cosmetic clouding your minds while the crimson goes on to stain around your mouths.

You break the kiss to let the air rush in between the pair of you. Felix thumbs away the spit collecting on his lip to only smear the mess of red more, whining out when you tug the cover shielding the rest of his body from view. With the cover out of the way, you slowly press the boy onto his back and settle beside him to resume the kiss on your sides.

Felix’s neediness was growing by the second while he writhes around in the covers, gripping at the sheets while you lick and nip your way down his body. This chiseled chest rises rapidly while you drag your tongue over the divots over his torso, leaving pink and red marks and smudges in your wake.

God, he looked like sin.

"Fuck, look at how hard you already are" You murmur. The boy had gotten so hard as you took your time to caress and worship his body while you covered it in bites and lip prints. He was a canvas to be covered and used for you. "You're getting so worked up for me baby" You coo.

"P-please"

"Please what Lixie?" You say while absentmindedly feel over his form and kiss onto his inner thighs.

Swallowing hard and groaning to himself Felix shakely speaks up, "Please use me mommy."

Biting at the boy's inner thigh, you grab the discarded lipstick and twist the product up, "Oh don't you worry love, I just have to do something right quick so I can really remember this." You sigh.

Felix pulls a face when you press the lipstick onto his navel and go on to scrawl out the phrase "Use Me" over his groin and finish it off with an arrow pointing down to his untouched cock. Sealing the words with another lip print Felix pants out a heavy “Fuck” and moves to throw his head back while you continue to write over his body, scribbling “Mommy’s property” over his collar.

The way Felix curls his toes and twists his legs together as you touch everywhere but his twitching erection that his hands hover around. You could tell he was nearing his breaking point by the way his fingers twitch and jolt, but you still wanted to tease him further.

“How does it feel baby?” You press. When you only get a shallow shake of his head you urge him, “Move these hands baby, let me see”

"It's embarrassing." the blonde mumbles.

Ignoring his words to peel away the hands covering his groin you uncover the boy’s bright red cock, with precum dripping over this chest, “M-mommy please.” Looking towards you with teary eyes he continues, “I’m close”

“You can cum if you need to Lixie” You smirk. He whines at your neglect, but cries out when you start to toy with the boy’s nipples and spills over your chests.

Sitting back to observe your work, you revel in the sight before you. Felix was always so pretty in red.

#sub!idol #sub!kpop #dom!reader #skz smut #sub!skz #skz x you #skz x reader #felix smut #sub!felix #skz felix smut #sub!stray kids #sub!stray kids x reader #skz drabble

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jostenneil · 3 years ago

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What are your thoughts on how Jason and Dick’s anger is portrayed. Seen you mention it before about how Jason lets people know while Dick holds it in until the worst outcome comes out. It’s almost as if Jason is better at just saying outright what he needs or how he is feeling while Dick holds it in.

so like, i've thought on it more and i kinda still agree with what i said prior but i've also come to realize that i think the reason for that difference is that dick starts to suppress more as he gets older and has to deal with more serious problems on his own under the guise of adult leadership. he's actually pretty verbal about things that upset him when he's a teenager and visibly butts heads with bruce on more than one occasion, but it's when wolfman writes him on the new teen titans and starts to really contend with him as a fully fleshed out character whose continuity and character arc are important that his contention with anger genuinely evolves. he has increasingly bizarre circumstances loaded onto his plate, he grows distanced from bruce and can't rely on their relationship to be a buffer for his emotions the way it used to be, and the expectations of being a good, dependable leader are far more pressuring than they ever could have been in the more campy 1966 teen titans run. to me at least. in a way, the anger and how he deals with it are almost a reflection of growing pains. with jason, i think bc he's still in that position of ultimately being a child when he dies and is never allowed to truly "grow up" into a set of responsibilities, the emotional outbursts we see from him are almost always immediate and uncontrolled. he's not responsible for anyone but himself, and that applies not just when he's a child going through tumultuous changes and reacting to the only other person in his life, but can also apply (to an extent) to the way he's written after his resurrection. i'm obv not a fan of a lot of his writing following it but i do agree that his initial reactions and decisions should be very emotionally charged (but still smart obv. i don't agree that he's reckless. just absorbed in his own grief) bc he hasn't really had the time or atmosphere to mature properly

#dick grayson #jason todd #dc #mine:meta #asks #i'm glad you asked this bc i rly was like wow they're so different but then i thought on it more #and i realized there was an actual very obvious reason for that lmaaojfkjlgdddfs #leadership is difficult and imposes a lot of burdens on anyone but esp someone like dick considering the ringer wolfman put him through #i think transitioning into adult and not being able to just talk back to his father figure out of frustration changed things a lot #sorry. into adulthood #and then with jason it's like his life is cut off so abruptly #that he loses a lot of that time and opportunity to mature #obv talia does her best but you can only do so much with a dead guy who clawed his way out of his grave and is training to be. That

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the-void-writes · 2 years ago

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Happy WBW btw c;

can you tell me a little bit more about Veselys motivations ? he seemed like a good dude at first but now I'm like..... why are you like this , my dude 🤣

@bloodlessheirbyjacques 😅✨

@bloodlessheirbyjacques Ooh, thank you for this. Vesely’s such a complicated mess 😂

Honestly, he’s the inverse of Isaiah Shapiro. To him, Humans are the threat that need to be extinguished, but he doesn’t want that immediately. There’s a far-more pressing matter to him; the Freak-children who have no way to control their powers, so they either destroy everything or they’re killed out of fear. He knows that pain far too well.

So Gabriel Vesely is the second of four children. Their father was a known Freak, but had proven himself to the community by providing for them in times of need. If you needed something done, he would do it no problem. Vesely admired how his father had so much respect despite what he was. The thing is, neither him nor his siblings had inherited the genes that make people Freaks. Their father was one of those “we are the future of the species” nuts, which Vesely thought was going a little too far. The kids were instructed to carry on their legacy, to grow the family tree in hopes of increasing the number of Freaks.

The eldest sister, Alma, was unable to have children, so she made herself useful in businesses and stuff. The third sibling, Elijah (ayy), took the quicker route and became a donor, which had less chance of working because the kids could easily be born from a Human and not have the genes at all. The only true hopes for their father’s wishes were Vesely and the youngest sister, Ava, the clear favorite in the family.

Vesely went to college and met a lovely Freak named Vivian. She wanted a family, despite what it might mean for her children, and Vesely offered to give her that. Years later, their daughter, Paisley, starts to develop her powers, and the town hates her for it. Vesely tries to help the town and gain their respect the way his father did, but this town doesn’t care. All they see is a potential monster. Vesely tries to fight back, but they injure him badly and publicly burn Paisley right in front of him. Vivian is devastated and blames herself for bringing Paisley into the world, but Vesely tries to convince her that she was a necessity, and they can’t just give up now. Viv immediately notices how suspicious that sounds and divorces him.

Vesely is now convinced that his father was right about Freaks being superior after losing so much to the Humans. With some old college training and a lot of research, he forces his hereditary Freak genes to activate through experimentation and give him his powers, which is a horrific disease that’s like a flu to Humans and a power-fueling parasite to Freaks. He tests this out on an unsuspecting man at the supermarket, who gets sick almost immediately (and that man was Dante, days before reaching Paradise after Vani dies 😭). With the discovery that he can just create his own Freaks, he builds a company in the middle of the woods with funding from the government under the guise of it being a prison. He recruits his staff, takes in patients, and works on his secret project to turn the rest of the world into Freaks so no one suffers like Paisley did again.

This next bit is spoilers for Freaks of Preston, but I’m not sure I want to keep it anyway. You can tell me if it’s too much:

So before giving himself his powers, Vesely is beating himself up over not being able to fulfill his father’s wishes and be the son that he wanted, but his family calls him with good news; Ava has a little boy now, and they’re not sure how, but she guarantees that he’s a Freak (her story is a whole other can of worms 😂). Vesely takes this as a sign to just let the favorite child make Father proud and start living his own life. He distances himself from the family by taking a new name, Phil Masterson.

Phil is just living his new life in peace when he meets a nice young man, Jason Rhodes. They talk and eventually figure out that they’re both Freaks. Jason is adamant about hiding himself because his father thinks he’s an abomination, and Phil genuinely feels drawn to him. He convinces him that there’s nothing wrong with him, they end up falling in love, and Phil helps Jason move away from his hometown and escape the wrath of his father, who disowns him from the family.

Jason and Phil move to Preston and live happily together, making friends with their neighbor Mary. Everything is going perfect, Phil is set to marry Jason, and then he gets a call from his sister, Alma. She tells him that Ava and her family were killed, but they don’t know who did it. The Phil persona disappears completely, and Vesely returns with an even larger disdain for humanity. That’s when he forces his powers to activate, and he wants to build his facility, but Jason is weighing him down. He decides to push him away and fake his own death to ensure that Jason won’t try to follow him or stop him. It works, but Vesely has no idea how badly that messes Jason up.

As Ves Corp’s development comes to a finish, Vesely realizes how lonely he is. He was tempted to start something with Rio, but the soldier had none of that. If his plans are successful, he wants someone to share that joy with. Vivian is long gone, so he checks in on Jason, who is now happier than ever before with Will and Henry’s families. It’s like a switch of pure jealousy in Vesely’s head. He demands that Rio and Avery accompany him or else he’ll start experimenting on Jin. They head out to town, and they were going to stage an elaborate attack to fake Will’s death, but to their luck, Will was trying to run away that night until Jason found him. Without a single rational thought in his head, Vesely runs them both over and follows them to the hospital. He lucks out with Will actually dying (though Rio and Avery go behind his back to revive him), and uses that to convince Jason to work for him, hoping to reveal himself once his project is finished.

I’m so sorry this is so long, but thank you for letting me ramble about this awful man 😂

#writeblr #writing community #wip: freaks of preston #worldbuilding wednesday

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detectivedamian · 3 years ago

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As usual, following Jon unintentionally breaking Damian’s heart, Jon realizing he’s head over heels for his best friend, and the ensuing miscommunication:

Damian approaches Jon with a ticket to an expensive, exclusive cruise. Jon is skeptical at first: who else is coming along? Nobody, Damian assures him. This is strictly between the two of them-- and he needs to keep it quiet. Jon, of course, is elated. A cruise! Over summer break, their most sentimental, important season! How romantic! He’s swooning the whole trip over, imagining all of the adventures they’re going to go on and all of the memories they’re going to make.

And then they get to the cruise, and actually their tickets are complementary as they’re meant to be masquerading with an all-kids group whose members keep going missing. This is a mission. Damian is very confused about why Jon is snippy and moody the whole trip.

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At some point, Jon gets into trouble as Superboy. He gets his body swapped with some female artist visiting Metropolis. This chick is somebody Damian has told him time and time again that he appreciates, that her art is dark and it feels like she understands where he’s coming from, she isn’t a “simpleton”, and he can sense the maturity and artistic integrity in everything she does. Jon, of course, is jealous, he’s totally convinced Damian likes this girl. So while Kon and the girl (in Jon’s body) are looking for a way to undo this, Jon decides to go mess with Damian a little.

How funny would it be if the “mature, poetic, distinguished” girl of Damian’s dreams shows up and acts more like Jon? Hah!

Well, not very funny, actually, because Jon quickly finds that, while put off and confused, Damian kind of seems to like her-- him? Jon her. He suggests the same things he did as Jon, the paddle boat, sitting closer, reading romantic Shakespeare pieces together, and Damian goes pink, but does it all without complaint. When Jon reaches across the boat the take Damian’s hand, Damian actually squeezes it and looks into his (her) eyes. Jon is actually starting to get a little upset that this was so easy, and not to mention, he’ll have to return to his own body sometime.

But then again, this is everything he’s ever wanted. To be with Damian, to be in a romantic setting, to have Damian looking at him like that. He pulls Damian closer, and he leans in.

Then Damian presses a finger to his lips. Jon’s eyes pop open in surprise, and behind the finger, he mutters “something wrong?”

Damian looks sad and says “You understand pain better than anyone else, any competent artist could tell as much from your portfolio.” Jon is confused. Damian’s eyes become dark, and he lowers his head. “I was drawn in by your work, you know why?” Jon blinks and laughs nervously, because no he has no idea why? And Damian sighs and says “That collection you debuted in Metropolis was inspirited by a broken heart, was it not?” Jon, of course, agrees, because what else is he going to do? So Damian continues to say: “That is where my heart is, too. I do not usually speak of these things, but my love has been unrequited for some time, and the longer it goes on, the more I fear myself a fool.” And Damian explains-- how upon meeting her, he was shocked to find she was in fact cut not from his cloth, but his... friend’s, that being with her today has given him a taste of what could have been. But, he laments, this person is his friend, only his friend, and the closer they get, the harder it is to hide how he feels. Things keep happening that get his hopes up, but he knows it’s all in his head. This friend could never see him that way.

Jon takes both of his hands, asks him who this person is, because he’s pretty sure it’s him but he needs to know. Damian opens his mouth to respond, but the creature responsible for this little body swap intervenes before Jon can hear his confession.

From here, Jon now has to fight this thing in a totally human body, and Damian has to protect him (her). It’s in the midst of this fight that Kon and this girl (in Superboy’s body) show up. Damian starts barking at her to do something useful, and she’s very confused about why this random kid is talking to Superboy like this. Meanwhile Jon in her body, next to Damian, is gesturing for her not to respond, and he yells out “Grab it by the tail!” Which she does.

Damian takes this as an opportunity to end this, while it’s distracted, but unfortunately for him, this thing is a little too aware of what’s happening-- Damian gets hit or two in with a tree branch he found, but it’s useless. It grabs his body and throws him across the park. Jon helplessly watches, hand extended, as Damian gets flung a football field’s distance, and the girl flies after Damian.

This is when the body switch happens again. In his panic, and with the willpower only a super holds, and her urgency to not have the traumatic experience of watching somebody die, Jon and this girl switch bodies again.

Damian’s flying through the air, wincing, trying to grab any tree that passes by just to slow himself to a halt. But then there are arms around him, and he’s pulled into somebody’s chest. Jon, now back in his body, takes the brunt of the damage, which is nothing at all to him. They roll around a few times, until they land with Jon on top of him. Damian slowly opens his eyes to see Jon, who is smiling down at him. Damian is breathless as Jon looks over his face and says: “You okay...?” He can see the red in Damian’s face, and he just kind of... knows. It’s him. Damian’s in love with him.

Damian blinks back to life and wacks him on the chest, yelling, “We’re in the middle of a battle here, Superboy! Head on the field!”

With Superboy back in his body, and Kon there to help, the creature is taken care of pretty fast. Superboy lands with Damian on his arm, and the girl, now back in her body, comes running over. Her entire personality has changed, Damian notices with some bewilderment; she’s a lot more monotone and smooth, charming but the way a witch in the forest is. Nevertheless, Damian takes her hand and presses a kiss to it, thanking her for her time, today. She’s amused, Jon is twitching behind Damian’s shoulder, fuming. Jon crosses his arms and pouts while Damian says the last of his goodbyes.

Jon decides to keep this whole thing his little secret.

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From here on, though, Jon is more sure of himself when he tries to get mushy with Damian.

Instead of turning around for Robin to climb on his back, Superboy wraps an arm around Robin’s waist and pulls them flush together. (Damian sputters and gets snippy and demands not to be manhandled. Jon ignores him).

When Damian’s lifting weights, Jon will spot him-- but instead of messing with him by putting a finger on the weights, he sets his hands over Damian’s and counts with him. (Damian quickly grows flustered, the most Jon has ever seen him. He refuses to look him in the eye.)

When there’s a pretty girl in distress, Jon still does get a little pink, but the moment he sees Robin withdrawing to give him the space to flirt, Superboy will wrap his arms around him from behind under the guise of flying them back to base. Robin hates being restrained this way and ends up squirming enough to wrap his arms around Superboy’s neck so he feels more secure. He WILL avoid conversation unrelated to the mission, and he WILL avoid looking him in the eye.

At Christmas, Jon will purposely catch Damian under the mistletoe, and while Damian is going on a rant about how they are not the target of the tradition and how it’s a poisonous plant, Jon will lean in and squeeze him tight and blow raspberries into his cheek. Damian squeals.

Jon stares more openly at him, and it makes Damian nervous. He demands answers, but Jon won't give him any. He just evades and talks about their current mission, or pretends to be curious about something Gotham-related.

Jon will rest his head against Damian’s shoulder when they’re lazing in their fortress. Damian tells him to get off, but he doesn’t, and Damian relents because he does, in fact, crave this contact from Jon.

Jon will sometimes mess with him and get a little too close, lips a little too near, and Damian will push his face away with his whole hand, loudly proclaiming him to be in his space. Jon can see the pink under his mask.

Jon will ask for a reward for saving Robin on a mission, then pointedly poke at his own cheek, indicating he wants a kiss. Damian is convinced he’s joking and not at all serious, so he laughs at him. Jon sighs. He’ll make Damian realize this is mutual eventually.

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At one of the galas, an extravagant wedding announcement, a slow song plays, people are holding each other close, looking into each other’s eyes. Even Bruce is on the floor with some beautiful rich woman. Jon inches his way across the floor and taps Damian on the shoulder. Damian turns around, eyebrow raised, and Jon coughs into his hand, cheeks turning pink: “I guess we should probably dance or something, huh?”

Damian frowns and responds, “You’re here as my friend, Jon. I don’t need a pity dance. If I wanted to flit about with a high-class harlot, I would.”

Jon sets his hands on his hips: “I was asking because it looks like fun, but I guess you’re allergic to that sort of thing, aren’t you?” And that will not fly, because the only reason he declined was because he could, because the media won’t care about him rejecting his friend’s dance.

Damian glares at him and goes to grab Jon’s hand, only to find Jon is already reaching for his. To his surprise, Jon pulls him close, one hand at his waist, the other holding the hand Damian hasn’t set to Jon’s shoulder. Jon leads pretty easily, despite Damian knowing the steps more fluently. Damian expects Jon to dance a little goofier, but this is... tender. (That was, of course, Jon’s intention.) Jon’s eyes won’t leave his, and that look in his eyes is making him nervous. He hides that he’s swallowing and says, “Jon...?”

Jon’s smile just softens, and he pulls him closer. To Damian’s surprise, Jon sets his chin on his shoulder, dance turning to a light sway. It makes his heart stop, and Damian can feel his whole body melting at the touch. He wants to pull away, to push Jon off and make a show of how perfectly platonic his feelings are-- but this may be the only time he ever gets to hold Jon like this, with an excuse like this. He leans his head against Jon’s shoulder and slides the hand at his shoulder down to rest against his heart. He can feel it beating against his hand. (Jon can hear Damian’s, and he’s tempted sorely to bury his nose in his hair, but he doesn’t. That would be weird. So he turns and smiles into the side of his neck. He knows Damian can feel it because his heart skips a beat.)

#damijon #jondami #supersons #super sons #Damian Wayne #jonathan samuel kent #Jon Kent

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sugawarassoulmate · 4 years ago

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but i can't see you every night, free

you and suga have been dating for about four months but nobody on the team knows about it yet. the two of you didn’t mean to keep it a secret for so long — it’s just been nice not having anyone ask too many questions or make constant jokes. they’d all know eventually but for now, it’s still fun to sneak around with your boyfriend.

or car sex with sugawara

words: 2.5k

cw: fem!reader, exhibitionism, fingering, vaginal penetration, pet names, degrading (one line), cursing, minors dni.

There was something about long car rides that always put you at ease; you weren’t sure if it was the long stretch of road before you or the slight rumble that came with being in a moving vehicle. Whatever it was, it made you immediately say yes when the boys asked you to accompany them on their trip to a beach resort they found for the summer.

How could you say no to two weeks with your favorite people at a gorgeous resort? Plus, you might be able to sneak some time with Sugawara.

You and Suga have been dating for about four months but nobody on the team knows about it yet. The two of you didn’t mean to keep it a secret for so long — it’s just been nice not having anyone ask too many questions or make constant jokes. They’d all know eventually but for now, it’s still fun to sneak around with your boyfriend.

And so here you were, sitting in the passenger seat as Suga barreled down the highway. The ride wasn’t super long, only a few hours, but Daichi made sure there were a few stops for gas and snacks. It was peaceful inside the car, the only sounds were the low hum coming from the radio and the light snores coming from Hinata, Nishinoya, and Yamaguchi who had fallen asleep in the backseat hours ago. Suga’s eyes were concentrated on the road while you stared out the window, enjoying the scenery.

That was until you felt a hand on your thigh. You looked down and saw your boyfriend’s hands rubbing at your thigh, exposed thanks to the shorts you were wearing. Looking up, you notice that his attention never faltered. He just wanted his hands on you and it made you smile. Placing your hand on top of his and squeezing a bit, you brought your attention back to the window.

It was another few minutes of comfortable silence before you felt Suga’s hand moving up your thigh. You didn’t think anything of it first until the pad of his thumb rubbed against your clothed pussy. Your eyes widen, looking over at him and seeing him staring back at you — just for a brief moment. The look he gives makes you press your thighs together, you know what that look means but he can’t actually be thinking that right now.

“Seriously?” you whisper, remembering that you weren’t alone in the car.

He chuckles, taking a second to look at the rearview mirror before his eyes return to the road. “Everyone’s still asleep, princess.”

You look behind you and, sure enough, there are three sleeping boys in the backseat. For good measure, Yamaguchi even had his headphones plugged in, hopefully keeping him from hearing the two of you.

Suga’s hand starts moving again and you probably shouldn’t let him but even while he’s driving, you can hear the anticipation in his breath. The cons of sneaking around are that you don’t always have time to be intimate. For the past few weeks, you two have been relying on the makeout sessions at your house after volleyball practice. Not to mention you almost got caught the last time he fucked you.

It wasn’t your fault that Suga gets so riled up after practice. It was his turn to lock up the gym and he lingered behind under the guise of working on his serves. Once everyone was gone, he pinned you to the locker room door. Being the good (secret) girlfriend that you were, you tried to visit Suga and the boys during practice — sometimes it had its rewards.

The way Suga was pounding into your cunt kept you two from noticing that Tanaka and Noya had made their way back to the gym after forgetting something. Suga acted quickly and covered your mouth with his hand, quieting your sobs until the coast was clear. You had no idea how they didn’t notice their precious setter was railing one of their friends.

You’re brought back to reality when you hear the button on your shorts snap open. If you weren’t so terrified of one of the sleeping boys suddenly waking up and seeing what Suga was doing, you’d probably commend him for being able to do all of this while staying focused on driving.

“Please, baby?” he asks. His other hand gripping the steering wheel with want. “Haven’t been able to touch that pretty pussy in so long.” You hadn’t realized one of your hands grabbed his wrist. You want to tell him no; to wait until you could sneak off at the resort. But you had needs too.

Against your better judgment, you let go of his wrist.

The sadistic grin that grows on Suga’s face catches you by surprise, but your attention is immediately broken when his fingers slip past your panties. You hadn’t realized how wet you got from just a few light touches.

“Just focus on the road, my love.” you heard him say. Looking away from the backseat, you try your best to pay attention to the road disappearing underneath you.

And God bless the way Suga knows your body better than you do. He teased you a bit at first, but the rational part of his brain knew that time wasn’t really on your side. With his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, two of his fingers pushed in and you were embarrassed at how quickly you were gushing around him.

He laughed beside you. “Has my baby missed me too?” All you can do at this point is whine in response. “I promise once we’re alone, I’m going to ruin this pretty little cunt okay?”

Your thighs press together at his words and all you can think is Please let me cum, please let me cum, please, please, please…

Suga took notice and brushed up against that one spot he knew would drive you crazy — wanting to get you off as badly as you did. You were right there, trying so hard to cover your moans as to not alert anyone, scratching at the car seat. He can feel your pussy clench down on his fingers, his good girl is so close just a little bit more…

And your cellphone rings, startling the both of you. Worried that the sudden noise would wake the boys, you slap Suga’s hand away. Quickly buttoning up your shorts, you turn over your phone and see Daichi’s picture on the screen.

“H-hey what’s up?”

“Oh, did I wake you from a nap?” he asks, definitely noticing the hitch in your voice.

“Yeah,” you lie, your pussy throbbing after being denied its release. “What did you need, Daichi?”

“Tell Suga to take the next exit. We’re taking a 20-minute break.”

A laugh escapes you. “We’d be at the resort by now if it weren’t for all these breaks, you know.”

“Hey!” Daichi teases. “I’m just making sure our drivers don’t get tired. See you soon.”

The call ends and you look over at Suga, letting him know about Daichi’s plans. He rolls his eyes but proceeds to take the exit anyway. The frustration on your face must be noticeable cause he places his hand on your thigh again.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you soon.”

You want to respond but Hinata and the others start waking up and suddenly, both of Suga’s hands are on the steering wheel.

After one last break, you all had finally made it to the resort — and, thankfully, Suga kept his hands to himself the entire time. The extended drive had tired everyone out and it had been pretty late anyway, so it was decided that it would be best to turn in for the night.

The cabin you all rented for the trip was quaint but it had enough space for all of you — of course, you’d be rooming with Kiyoko and Yachi which would only make it harder for you and Suga to get some time alone.

Daichi realized that the fridge in the kitchen hadn’t been stocked, meaning there wouldn’t be any food for breakfast.

“I’ll see if there’s a convenience store,” Suga offered, keys already in hand. “We can just get some essentials for now.” His eyes glanced over in your direction and you quickly caught on.

“I can go with him,” You announced, trying your best to sound nonchalant. Nobody seemed to notice and Daichi thanked you two for offering.

And you and Suga were back in the car, off to run your little errand. But something was telling you that there was something else on your sweet boyfriend’s mind as he drove into the night.

“I don’t think the convenience store would be around here,” you said sarcastically, taking note of the remote area Suga had taken you to. “Are you kidnapping me?”

He had somehow taken the two of you to a heavily wooded area, with trees dense enough that it was impossible for anyone to see where you were. The car was turned off and your boyfriend had gestured for you to sit in his lap. You hopped over the console and greedily climbed on top of him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Suga’s hands circled your waist, fingers rubbing against your skin. “I don’t think it counts as kidnapping if you’re coming willingly.” He laughs at his own joke, you roll your eyes. To silence him, you close the distance and press your lips against his.

He leans in almost immediately, tongue entering your mouth as his fingers dig into your waist. He pulls away to attach his lips to your neck, biting down causing you to whine.

“Not too hard, Kou,” Remembering the last time Suga left a hickey on you — Hinata noticed it during practice and blasted it for everyone to hear. You didn’t think the “burning yourself with a curling iron” excuse would work a second time. Suga grunts in frustration but relents to your request, removing your top and nipping at your chest.

“Better?” he asks, tongue swiping at your covered nipple.

Playing with the ends of his hair, you pout. “No, actually,” and Suga quirks his eyebrow. “I want more, Kou…” You say, grinding into him. He had been doing such a good job today of keeping his own desires hidden but the way his cock was hardening underneath you said everything you needed to know.

He feigns surprise when he looks up at you. “Does my princess wanna get fucked here?” he asks as if he isn’t unbuttoning your shorts this very moment. “Being away from me has turned you into a needy slut, hm?”

His vulgar words force a choked sob to leave your lips. You can feel his fingers rubbing against your clit and now, without an audience in the car with you, there’s nothing stopping you from moaning as loud as you want. He bites down on your chest again, with enough force that you’re sure he left a mark this time, at least it’s in a place nobody will see.

But as good as it feels, you need more. “Koushi, please,” a beg. “I didn’t get to cum last time...you promised.”

And, being the ever so generous boyfriend that he is, Suga pushes your panties to the side and shoves two fingers inside you. Fuck does he love the sound of your cries in his ear. You were so wet for him, your arousal running down his hand. Oh, how needy you must have been today when he tried to play with you earlier. From the way your walls were sucking him in, he knew you were close and your whines of, “Please, please, please…” just egged him on even further.

Creaming all over his hand, the tension you felt all day finally released. Suga felt you slump on top of him, trying to catch your breath. “Think you could do that again for me, baby?” A sweet kiss is placed on the side of your face. “Want my pretty baby to cum on my cock. Can you do that for me?”

You’re already so sensitive but he’s speaking to you so sweetly and you just want to please him. “You’re gonna have to do all the work,” He laughs above you, grabbing your chin for another long kiss.

Suga takes his time removing your shorts and panties, leaving you completely bare from the waist down. Before you know it, he’s rubbing his cock against your folds; your juices making a mess of him. He lifts you up so you sink down on him, you cry out in sensitivity but he coaxes you through it.

He gives you a moment to adjust before slowly lifting you up only to slam you back down. “God, you’re so pretty,” he groans, kissing down your neck. Suga tugs your bra down, exposing your breasts. “Let me hear you, baby.” Just then he bites down on your nipple, rolling the bud with his tongue.

“Kou– ” Tears form in your eyes from pleasure as you pull on his hair, crying out. It had been far, far too long since he was inside you. “More...I want more.”

And, of course, he obliges, bouncing you on his cock with so much force there was definitely going to be bruises leftover from his fingers on your waist. Your sopping cunt always took him so well, gushing and clenching around him. He was so lucky to have you.

Your whines start getting higher and higher, telling Suga that you’re about to cum. He removes a hand from your waist to reach down and rub at your clit, sending you off the deep end.

“Ahh, can I cum? Please? Please, please, please …” your begging makes Suga fuck you harder. He loved when you begged. You were always such a good girl, asking your sweet boyfriend to make you cum. Not that he would ever deny you, of course, but hearing your cute little voice made him want to ruin you.

“Cum for me, baby,” Suga commands, his own release fastly approaching. “Want you to cream on my cock.”

You practically scream when you finally cum, your walls gripping his cock as your legs shake. Suga’s mouth hangs open, thrusting into you and chasing his own high. He’s got his own tell when he’s about to cum; pulling you to his chest, wanting you as close as possible.

“So good, baby, s’good for me fuck.” And, with a groan in your ear, he’s cumming inside you. Your pussy milking him dry.

The two of you each catch your breaths. After a bit, Suga cups your cheeks and leaves dozens of kisses all over your face. Your laughter fills up the silence. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he repeats in between kisses.

“I love you too, Kou.” And you want to be like this with him forever. Maybe it’s time that you tell everyone about your relationship. You wondered if he felt the same but for now, you cozied up to him, enjoying the closeness.

“You know,” he starts, “They’re probably gonna wonder where we are.”

You really couldn’t bring yourself to care.

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