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[thelastofhyde]

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[apomaro-mellow]

Every Baby Needs a Daddy 17

Part 16

Eddie's chin was perched on Steve's shoulder, reading through the contents of the letter. There was a bunch of legal jargon that went over his head, but it was purely the fact that his parents sent it that document that spoke volumes about the kinds of people they were. Eddie also took to heart that fact Steve hardly ever mentioned them.

"And what exactly are they asking you to 'cease and desist'?" It was too early in the morning for such small print and lawyer-language. Eddie rubbed his eyes.

"Nothing they haven't said before. "I'm an embarrassment to them and they want me to stop."

Eddie hugged Steve from behind and kissed his shoulder. Then he kissed the back of his neck. As he did, he pulled the letter from his hand and then kissed his cheek.

"I'll let my people look over this, but there's no way they can order you to do anything. And if they keep bothering you, we can counter-sue for harassment."

Steve turned around in his arms and smiled. "You'd sue my parents for me?"

"Anything for my baby. I'd keep them wrapped up in court dates for years."

No one bothered his baby. Especially when he wasn't doing anything wrong. Just the idea of Eddie doing so made Steve swoon a little. This was exactly what he had dreamed of. Being scooped up from his humdrum life, filled with stress and anxiety and disappointment and being embraced by someone not just willing to love on him, but take care of him. Steve hadn't worried about a single bill since he and Eddie got together. The amount of times he'd pulled out his own money to pay could be counted on one hand.

"Hmm, I think we'll let them squirm a bit", Steve finally decided. "They don't get to stamp their feet after ignoring me for years."

And so, the letter was pretty much ignored in favor of other things going on. Steve didn't make any effort to be seen less in public. If anything, he was seen more, on the arm of someone from Corroded Coffin. Steve thought he'd be bothered by being photographed all the time. And while it was odd (he didn't know what the fuss was about him and Gareth looking at stationary) so far no one had caught him in any sort of compromising position.

He and Eddie had fucked in the backseat during a car wash and the most provocative picture the tabloids had was one of Eddie's nose buried in his neck, one squeezing his behind as they tried to do a quick makeout in an alley.

And any negative comments were not only drowned out by the positive ones, but they were also easy to ignore when he had a pack of men showering him with adoration.

One night, his parents called and while Steve would rather not been bothered with them, he felt like a shield was cast over him while he was cuddled up to Eddie on one side and the rest of his pack sitting around the living room. So this time, he answered.

"Hello mother."

"You think you're funny, don't you? You think this is all a joke? Have you even thought about us once? Honestly, every morning I wake up thinking there's going to be a picture of you with your pants down or you on your knees or some other-I just don't know where we went wrong with you Steven but this is truly unacceptable."

"What exactly is unacceptable about all of this? What do you actually know about it?"

Eddie muted the tv and gestured for Steve to put her on speaker so that they could all hear. Steve did and his mother's voice sounded around the room.

"We know you're running around with a bunch of musicians, doing god knows what, probably drugs and ruining our family name. Do you know how many times Irene Netting has had something to say about you? I swear the woman has no life but I can't refute the facts she's telling about you."

"You never bothered to get the facts from me", Steve said.

"Did you read the terms in our letter?"

"You mean the cease and desist order?"

"You are going to stop besmirching the Harrington name. By any means necessary. And if that means we have to drag you back home, well, thankfully there's an associate of your father's that's still interested. He's a beta, but beggars can't be choosers."

Steve could scent the way his pack felt about that and if that wasn't enough, the way they were glaring at his phone told the whole story. Eddie held his hand out for it and Steve gave it over, wondering what he'd say.

"Sorry to disappoint, but Steve is already home. And he's not leaving just so you can sell him off to someone twice his age."

"Who is this!? Steven Phillip Harrington, are you living with those animals?"

Steve refrained from making a comment about how beastly Eddie could be in bed. But decided now was as good a time as any to introduce them all. "Mother, this is Eddie, my alpha. Eddie, my dear mother."

Her sucking in a breath could be heard, clearly about to admonish her son again, when Jeff spoke up.

"You know, if it's just about messing up the 'Harrington name' all Steve needs to do is change it."

"Yeah, but to what?", Gareth asked, like the answer wasn't obvious.

It was clear to Steve and Eddie. It was clear the moment they locked eyes. Steve felt the need to bare his neck, to let Eddie claim that last part of himself and be joined forever. Abruptly, Eddie got up from the couch and got down on his knees in front of his love. Steve hung up the phone without ever taking his eyes off of his alpha.

"Stevie, baby, angel, muse of my soul", Eddie kissed his knee. "Would you do me the honor of taking my last name?"

Steve thought back to the night they first met, when he was certain he'd never have Eddie's attention for more than a night, if only for an hour. And now he was prostrated before him, offering his bite. Unable to help himself, Steve fell to his feet, wrapping his arms around his intended.

"Yes! Now. Give it to me now", Steve pleaded, leaning his head to the side to expose his neck.

Eddie hummed into his skin, kissing Steve's neck and even pressing his lips to that special spot in a tease before pulling back. Steve's pout was almost enough to make him do it right now. But he couldn't. He wouldn't.

"You deserve a proper courtship, baby. And a proper mating." They may have skipped a few steps, but Eddie was determined to show his beloved how much he meant to him. "If you thought you were spoiled before..."

Steve kissed him and then kissed him again. He couldn't wait and wanted it now. But also the thought of being courted, like an old fashioned courting from back in the day. He also couldn't wait for that. And Eddie wasted no time.

The very next day, Eddie went in full force. Steve was met with courting gifts, Eddie got the approval of Robin, and even the rest of his home pack when they barged in on the video call with Robin.

"I'll withhold my full approval until we can meet in person, Mr. Munson. But for now, you have my permission to court him", Robin said.

When Robin was finally able to come down and meet him, Steve was excited to introduce her. What ended up happening was that he had two menaces on his hands. But that just meant that Robin saw him as an equal and thus perfect for her Steve. And so, two months after announcing his intention, Eddie took Steve on a nice night out. After shopping for an eye catching outfit, they went to a show, dinner, and then when they returned home, Eddie took them right to their bedroom.

By now, their den and nest had become one and Steve knew that he'd never have to take it apart unless an item needed to be washed or re-scented. Tonight, as Eddie lay him down Steve reveled in the scents there. More than one item was fresh. The boys must've scented their clothes while they were on their date.

"I can't believe we waited so long for this", Eddie said while kissing at his belly. "Wanted this since I first laid eyes on you."

"That long?", Steve breathed out, squirming a little as he felt that sinful tongue on his hips.

"Mmm", Eddie hummed against Steve's mound, taking his time, loving that they had time. "That long. I've wanted you to be my mate, bonded and pupped up that whole time."

Steve released a small moan as Eddie spread him and then blew on his cunt, watching it twitch with anticipation. Eddie didn't tease for long, wanting to build up before he sunk his teeth into Steve's neck. Only when Steve was putty in his hands, filled to the brim with his knot, crying out his name, did he finally take the plunge.

When they were catching their breaths, still tied up, and Eddie licking at the new bite, Steve tried to speak between his panting.

"Me...me too..."

"Hm?"

"I've wanted this, since the first night too", Steve finished. "Wanted you forever." He rocked against Eddie. "Wanted you and your pups. The others too now."

Eddie reached down to rub at Steve's clit, making his eyes roll at the sensation. If that's what his baby wanted, his baby would get it. There was enough seed to go around to keep Steve pupped up year round if he desired.

"All you gotta do is ask, sweetness. Fuck", Eddie bucked up into him, making Steve yelp. The thought of him, round with any of their pups was almost too much. For both of them.

It only took a few talks with the whole pack for Steve to stop taking his birth control. Steve was so excited to announce it that he hopped on the first dick that he saw, which was Gareth's. Eddie found them like that in the kitchen, Steve bent over a counter and he took his own turn when he found out what the celebration was for.

Three months later, Steve felt a series of symptoms that had him going to the doctor. And by the next visit it was confirmed: twins. While the doctor was giving him more information, Steve's thoughts were wrapped up in the hope that it was not just Eddie's, but Jeff's too. His body warmed at the memory of having taken both alpha's cocks.

Pictures began to surface of him and his new belly, tracking his progress and of course, speculating on which member of the band was the sire of his new pups. But as the gossip and rumors spread, they made sure it was clear they were reporting on Steve Munson.

End

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[vriskaserketdaily]

i see u like vrisjade .. would you be willing to explain what u think their dynamic would be . i want to like it but ive never been able to wrap my head around what they would be like

theyre not my otp i just draw them for clout

my understanding is that the appeal lies in a bit of wishful thinking. "what if vriska learned to be nicer?" and "what if jade went a little apeshit?" i do think they would work well as kismeses (or, more likely, one-sided blackrom crushes because jade has other things going on and can't be bothered to spend her whole life obsessing over the girl who gave her narcolepsy as a kid), but pretty much all the stuff you'll find for them is redrom vriska rehabilitation fluff (which is CUTE and WHOLESOME and FUN, and i ENJOY DRAWING IT, but . . . i like it when vriska is kinda balls to the wall insane instead of all niceys).

SO! that being said, i do think their dynamic would be really interesting even in a non-shipping context because they DO definitely need to clear the air re: the whole narcolepsy and viciously insulting your teen grandpa within 5 minutes of officially meeting him thing. i stand by what i said in this post about their dynamic, noting furthermore that vriska does mention and talk about jade a lot in the comic despite never having a canonical conversation with her (it's implied; she is in jade's trollslum on pesterchum after all), so . . . vriska definitely thinks about jade more than jade thinks about vriska, and probably projects a whole lot onto jade as a sort of kanaya-aradia amalgamation proxy. she totally fumbled those two, but SURELY she can stick the landing on this smart and silly genius who CLEARLY needs a good blackrom bucketing to loosen up. right???????? human romance isn't that complicated and it's not like her dating pool is super wide what with the rest of the humans either locked in monogamous relationships (with trolls, narrowing vriska's competition further) or being "in families" with jade.

it would be really funny for them to end up in a quasi-auspisticeship (likely candidates for the third wheel being karkat, john, and regrettably kanaya im so sorry bbg) or for vriska to have an aneurysm upon finding out about human polyamory and the simple fact that jade has more positive and developed dynamics with Many other characters before she even thinks of vriska.

tl;dr i'm the wrong person to ask if you want to be sold on vrisjade i just think they're neat individually and dont mind drawing them together

[fallcrestrpg]

lıllı Hotel - Calvetti-Holstein Suite - Morning 12/26 ıllıllı

KEAGAN

Her brief reunion with Mack didn't last long as she had excused herself to join her family. And since she didn't want to intrude on her daughter's first date with Callie anymore than she already had, she returned to the suite with Luke. The Paladin's reaction to Mack's appearance had been on her mind since. Once they were inside, she immediately turned to face her. "Today had been quite a series of events, hasn't it?"

LUKE

Luke had allowed herself to focus entirely on the girls once they were off. Callie had helped by pointing out that she was still going to be keeping up with Luke's wardrobe even they were technically no longer an active member of the band. Of course, they weren't going to pester the pair for the duration of their date, so now they were back to the suite. She wasn't entirely sure where her mind had wandered off too, but the question had her snapping her attention back to Keagan, "Huh- oh, yeah. Well....I mean, no more than the usual...well, with the exception of waking up to teenagers when we put toddlers to bed. _That_ bit was definitely new."

KEAGAN

"Good point." She chuckled, "But we were expecting it to happen.. *eventually* We just didn't know exactly when." She sighed, "I'm going to miss their little baby size." She wrapped her arms around the taller woman's waist. She stayed in that position for a moment before looking up again. "..I'm sure you've got questions about today?" After all, even Miles was wary of their unexpected visitor.

LUKE

"You won't be missing much with Skylar then," she snorted, before her laugh was smothered out by the older woman's next words. She managed a wry chuckle in response, before saying, "To be fair, I think I'll always have questions about a lot of things. But mom used to always tell me my curiosity would be the death of me, and that I shouldn't go around asking questions I'm not entirely sure I actually want the answer too...and well, I don't really know if I want to know what you got up to during college or any of your time away. I mean, no offense, but the bits I _do_ know about, already make me want to scrub my brain with bleach..."

KEAGAN

She tilted her head, somehow suspecting that Lyra might have said *some* things, but it was a bit concerning because her sister really could've said anything *and* omit information at the same time. Honestly the worst combo there was. "Mack is not an ex." She sighed, "I've had a *very* short relationship - Honestly, I think it's too short to be really called a relationship.. I've had a few dates during those years but it wasn't with Mack."

LUKE

"I didn't ask," she replied in almost a sing-song manner. Especially because just as soon as she was reassured that Mack wasn't an ex, she was immediately informed that there _had_, in fact, been a few dates. Dropping her head, she let out a groan, before looking back up at Keagan. "Logically, I do understand you had a life away from Fallcrest, for many years," she began, "_Emotionally_, however, it's still a bit of a sore spot to know that said life was lived _without me_. And I don't mean, I wasn't there -because duh- I mean, that until I came home to find you at my house and my brother telling me you were his new fiancé, I was _shut out_ of your life, and I couldn't even bring myself to be mad because it was all my own fault for being impulsive in the first place."

KEAGAN

"That wasn't your fault, Luke - that had been just a compilations of mistakes I've done which wasn't fair to you at all. I still can't apologize enough when we could have just.. *talked* instead of running away like I did." She gripped her hug tighter. "I did promise no more secrets and I think we've all had enough of surprises exes showing up unannounced.. Mostly *mine* unfortunately."

LUKE

Feeling the shorter woman's arms tighten around her, responded by looping her own arms around Keagan's shoulders as she effectively almost doubled-over so she could burry her face in crook of the woman's neck. It was a wordless way of accepting the apology, because truth be told, it wasn't even something she wanted to dwell on anyway.

Placing a soft kiss to the woman's pulse-point, Luke stood back up and glanced down at her. "In the vein of making sure there is full-disclosure between us, I'll have the twins hand over the literal little-black-book they don't know, that _I_ know they've kept with the names, pics, phone numbers, and current addressed of anyone who so much as complimented me during my time being single."

KEAGAN

Something about being literally engulfed in a hug by the Paladin felt ... safe. Keagan was positive that she was the reason why Sky was so cuddly because she herself did not want to break this position at all. "They ...kept track?" She frowned, "Do I even want to know why they decided to start that book?" She snorted, "They really could be agents if they wanted to pursue the field. Well, Miles more so."

LUKE

"I would love to have an answer for you, but I'm not even supposed to know the book _exists_. I'm sure if anyone would be up to giving you an explanation, it would be Miles. Sky is currently....otherwise engaged," she said, mumbling the last bit as she closed off her connection to the eldest twin, nothing but regret all over her face at having even considered it an idea -good or bad- to try and reach out right now. "And I'm back to wanting to bleach my brain."

KEAGAN

"You're right.. I'll try asking Miles and see if she'll tell me. I don't think we should reach out to Sky until maybe tomorrow night." She laughed, "It doesn't help that Nix helped Erin with some potion that helps increase stamina and prevents fatigue." She slightly grimaced at the thought that her daughter and her girlfriends were going at it the whole day - quite literally. "They have enough food and beverages, right? Well whatever, there's always room service too."

LUKE

Luke's expression only mirrored her increasing horror with every new detail Keagan shared. "My...gawwwwd. That infamous Calvetti libido has now made it to where I don't think I'll be able to look my own daughter in the eye the next time I see her...or either of her girlfriends for that matter. I really hope nothing triggers that girl's paladin powers any time soon, or we may actually become grandmothers before we manage to become _wives_...." Luke trailed off as a thought occurred to her. "If they're gestated and birthed by two different women, but share genetics with one and are born the same day, are they still twins? ... Half-twins?"

KEAGAN

"... We should really look into this Paladin baby thing just in case..." Not that she was oppose to having grandchildren - she just wanted to make sure that it happened when all three girls were ready and mutually agreed in having them. "Half.. twins.... maybe? How does one even start researching about this?"

LUKE

"We have, and have come up with _nothing_," Luke groaned. "We're the unicorns of the supernatural world and short of time-travel or a secret Timeless survivor coming forth with the answers, it's trial and error. Hopefully _my_ trial and error so they don't have to worry as much." The last question made her look ay Keagan matter-of-factly. "Well it would have to _happen_ first."

KEAGAN

"I really hope Sky's Paladin powers don't kick in before we find out how to prevent it..." She repeated what Luke said earlier with a chuckle. "We only know *one* of who knows how many requirements to make it happen and there's a very high chance that the thought crossed their minds already. "

LUKE

Luke shook her head and held her arms up in surrender. "Geezus! If anyone had told my teenage self that one day I would be showing more concern over my daughters' sex lives than in having one of my own..." she trailed off as she thought it over before saying, "Well, I mean, I wouldn't have outright dismissed it, but I _would_ have been rather skeptical about someone having wanted to procreate with me."

KEAGAN

"I don't think we'll ever stop worrying but I have a feeling that we'd worry *less* if Sky and her wives weren't so.. active." She made a face as she mentally blamed that so-called Calvetti Libido. "I.. really hope they're being safe - as safe as they can be." She shook her head to shake off the thoughts, "Okay.. enough about that.. Nothing we can do now anyways.. I want to get out of these clothes and into comfier ones." She was going to *relax* with the time left before she head back into work.

LUKE

Luke was about to say something but was slightly distracted by the sense of her other kid. "I think you'll get plenty of time to relax," she began, "Just picked up on Miles' slight spike in anxiety as she debated what to answer about a sleepover, but all's well and it seems we're kid free for the rest of the day." At the mention of comfier clothes, Luke began to pull off her sweatshirt, forgetting why she wore it to begin with. "Comfy sounds nice. It's so freaking hot and humid here."

KEAGAN

Whatever they were talking about, Keagan's mind just went blank when Luke just pulled off her sweatshirt without a warning. "Ah.. Well.." She snapped her attention back to Luke's face rather than her arms, "Thank god the hotel has AC, huh?" She turned to grab her outfit which was just a plain tee and shorts. "We are definitely not suited for this kind of weather."

LUKE

As she went to wipe at the light sheen of sweat their short-lived adventure as spies had brought on, Luke could only laugh at the comment. "For the price Leo is paying at this place, AC is the least of the things we'd have to worry about. Especially since her entire family consists of wolves, and as I've come to learn first-hand, we run hot." Walking over to the kitchen island, she reached out to grab a glass for some water, and turned to ask, "Thirsty?"

KEAGAN

When she collected her bearings - somewhat - she went ahead and changed into her outfit. "There's a reason why a lot of us don't really want to be sporting winter gear.." She snorted as she came up next to the Paladin. "Mhmm." She nodded at the question, relieved that Lyra was not around to comment on that.

LUKE

Luke's eyes went slightly wide as she remembered _why_ she had opted for nothing but long-sleeves for a while. Brow furrowing at brief question of how Keagan -essentially a _spy_- hadn't noticed yet... Handing the older woman the first glass of ice water, she took a sip from her own before asking, "You really haven't noticed, have you?" There was more concern in her tone, than anything.

KEAGAN

Her attention went to the glass and once she had it in her hand, she immediately *downed* it. She looked up, almost confused to what the other was referring to. Because if it was arms, Keagan *definitely* noticed that. "Hm? What are we-" She cleared her throat when it came out a bit rough, "what are we talking about?"

LUKE

"Hey, are you coming down with something?" she asked, the previous matter once again completely forgotten. "We can get you checked out for heat stroke," Luke added, walking over to take the now empty glass and run the back of her hand over Keagan's forehead. "You feel warm...well, warmer than usual. If you want to skip getting other people involved, I could just heal you in general and-" Luke stopped talking. As she made mention of her Paladin powers, she's also subconsciously opened up her sensing connection with Keagan and now knew that healing wasn't required....at least not that kind of healing.

Clearing her own throat she said, "Well I think Marvin Gaye may think you're in need of some kind of healing, but it seems you're otherwise alright." Chuckling slightly she shook her head and said, "I seem to have some new ink that pretty much runs up from my elbows and I don't really know how I got it. Considering you've seen my back before I'm currently just surprised you managed to miss....this." The tall ginger turned her back to the wolf and pulled her tank over her head to fully show her back.

KEAGAN

She sighed when Luke figured out what was happening. That honestly was a skill she was almost jealous of - *almost* being the keyword. She straightened her back when there was mentions of a tatto - a very apparent one that she somehow didn't notice.

Of course, it really didn't help when the paladin chose to remove her entire tank as if she wasn't already haven't troubles focusing. "Ohh.. Those are beautiful, Luke." She reached out and traced along them. "When did you get these?" It really was a miracle her eyes weren't glowing.

LUKE

She could feel the goosebumps that followed after the point where Keagan was making contact as she traced the lines, and was suddenly _very_ happy that the sensing didn't exactly work both ways, because it was suddenly her turn to struggle with keeping her focus on the matter at hand and the matter _of_ the hand...

"I, uh," she began, voice a little huskier than intended. "I noticed them faintly start to show up about a month back. We were so busy with so much other stuff I just figured it'd be easier to cover them up and address them later. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for nice big piece that's pretty, painless, and _free_, but since it showed up magically, I'm sure it must mean something....right?"

KEAGAN

"That Paladins are literal guardian angels?" She chuckled, "Considering that you're a born-Paladin.. I guess that also explains why Rikke and the others don't have them. Wait- The girls would likely have them too, wouldn't they? If they triggered." That sounded like another thing to worry about once it happened. Her girls being able to orb away or fly away... that sounded like a headache on its own.

Keagan lowered her hand and cleared her throat again before speaking. Luke being shirtless was really no help. "... If you're going to test whatever capability those wings have.. I hope you're doing it in a relatively safe environment..." It wasn't as if she could stop the woman from doing what she wanted, but at least be safe about it.

LUKE

"_When_," she said with ease, "When they trigger they'll eventually get the markings though I hope to have figured out how the actual wings work and such by then. I haven't really been able to make the wings themselves appear, but I _can_ feel them beneath my skin. It's hard to describe...I should start keeping a journal so I can just provide he girls a manual when they trigger, because honestly, it just seems inevitable at this point that they will...and sooner rather than later. Those two are...something else."

She felt like she had to keep herself talking. If she kept herself talking, she could focus on what she was saying and _not_ on how hard it suddenly was to close the senseing connection to Keagan back up was... "I make no promises nor apologies for my methods. They're effective and I've got a 100% survival rate going, so there's that."

KEAGAN

"I do wish we'd have more answers so that *you* don't have to be, quite literally, the guinea pig." She sighed, "But I think noting it all down will definitely help - or maybe video-record it for safe measure." It really was a learning experience for everyone involved.

"I trust you, Luke, with all my heart, but those stats still won't make me stop worrying about you." She chuckled, "You just happened to have really, really good luck so far with those methods."

LUKE

"Oooh! Hunter would love the chance to record my attempts, and it might be a way to get her looped back in the fold. I know she's probably not thinking too much about it, but I do feel like she's been pushed aside a bit what with the music and now the babies. Something tells me she and Teagan will enjoy getting to watch me fail several times before we get it right," Luke snorted.

"Luck has definitely decided to make up for some stuff then, because if that's all I have going for me, it's been wicked good recently," she smirked.

KEAGAN

"Sounds like you're going to be pretty busy when you get back." She smiled, as if she didn't have her own work waiting for her. The one who was supposed to be partially taking on her workload was also on this trip. "The way Hunter and Sage are handling the supernatural stuff cannot be anymore further away from each other." Sage is constant in the state of 'I was perfectly fine without knowing, while her sister was more interested.

"*Oh?*" Her smile matched the other's. "Wicked good, is it?"

LUKE

"I stay busy. It's a thing. Raj says it's not necessarily a _good or bad_ thing, but it's a _thing_ and should be acknowledged...which is what I'm doing right now. Not just like, stating the obvious for the sake of doing so." Luke laughed at the mention of the differences between the sisters. "Those two couldn't be more polar opposite if they tried, which is why so many folks end up surprised to find out that not only they get along, but are even related."

Luke nodded and hummed, "Oh yeah. I don't know if you've heard, but I've even managed to get myself a wholeass fee-ahn-say."

KEAGAN

"You do. On top of all the other video ideas and home reno plans and many other things you have going on." She was teasing. As both Luke - and Raj - said, it was just a thing. "I hope you do have time for me every now and then with all those things happening." She let out a laugh, "One is very sociable, the other would really rather spend her time in the kitche the entire time if she could. I'm pretty sure she splurged - well, *invested* in very big kitchenware ever since she learned about a wolf's appetite."

"Oh, did you now? A *wholeass* one, too? Though I think she has more of the luck to have gotten you."

LUKE

Luke feigned a look of distress as she sucked in a breath through her teeth, clicked her tongue and said, "Man, I'll have to take a really good look at my schedule. I've never really had to make time for anything or _anyone_ since I usually have a tendency of just roping most people into whatever shenanigans I'm up to for the day." The joke was that of course she'd find time for Keagan. The truth of it, though, was that she _really_ did normally just wind up involving her friends and family in her day-to-day adventures, one way or another. "Sage is a saint who was kind enough to share her recipes with me, so I can at least keep _my_ wolves from hogging up her tables."

"Yeah, I hear _half-ass_ fiancés aren't really worth the jewelry investment," she said with a shrug, before getting a slight panicked look and adding, "Oh, no. Please, don't let her hear you saying things like that. She's a _bit_ on the jealous side, though we try not to talk about it too much."

KEAGAN

"Knowing you, those shenanigans really could be anything." She snorted, "She is thankful, just our family alone that's already at least 6 wolves now - not to mention we have *Sky*. The day she learned just how much Sky ate. Oh my god, I think Sage is scared to see us walk in."

She gasped, thought she couldn't really deny that she was jealous person because.. she was. "Mm, is that what they call a red flag?" She raised a brow.

LUKE

"I- no...that's fair," she relented almost immediately. Her creativity wasn't always to a benefit... "I'm almost certain that if we were ever to do a family dinner at the Manhattan, I'd really have to use my connection with Hunter to get Sage to agree...and by that I mean have Hunter give her the ultimate puppy dog pout ala Skylar."

There was a small shrug at the question. "Probably, but all red flags just look like _flags_ when you're looking at them with rose-colored glasses."

KEAGAN

"To think that we're unofficially on her blacklist. Best if we save it for special occasions. I *hope* that's less likely to get a no from her if it's meant for some sort of celebration. How on earth did Ray manage to feed all of us when we were all hanging out together?"

She snorted, "Hmm... so you're biased, basically."

LUKE

"Oh I'm definitely saving that one," she laughed. "Ray _knows_ what he's doing. Mans has been aware of the fact he's serving a town with a pack of literal wolves since _ever_. He's prepared to feed the whole town, three meals a day, for at least a week if comes down to it."

There was another smirk on her face that gave way to an easy smile, eyes immediately glowing -literally- as she spoke again. "I suppose I am, but I take no blame for it. I'm sure even you'd agree with me that a little bias is worth it when the person you're biased towards is one of the best things to happen to you _ever_, and has also given you the not one, but _two_ more literal reasons to live and die for."

KEAGAN

"It honestly is a skill that I'm sure Sage would love to have or eventually gain after a while." She sighed, "but it's also because of Ray that we never even questioned it."

Again, Luke and her way with words. Keagan could really only smile widely in response as she pulled in Luke by the waist belt so she could tiptoe and give a quick peck. "Have I ever mentioned just how thankful I am to have you in my life, to have you in our family's life?"

LUKE

"Oh she's definitely asked," Luke confirmed. "My very reliable source has informed me that the first lesson was on how to properly keep your kitchen stocked, and given the slight difference in price of ingredients between Ray's meny and Sage's....she'll be working on that one a bit before moving on to step two."

Luke mirrored the smile as she let herself be pulled in, grinning at the sight of the woman having to go on her tiptoes for the quick kiss. "You may have mentioned it a time or two, but it's never a bad time to be appreciated," she remarked, before gripping Keagan by the waist and setting her on the counter beside them, moving to stand in front of the woman. "Now we can see eye-to-eye without causing you any undue stress," she quipped before stopping any coming complaint with a kiss of her own.

KEAGAN

If it took a *lot* to handle one wolf family, she could only imagine the amount of work that was required to serve a whole town filled with supernaturals. Keagan mentally wished Sage good luck.

Letting herself be lifted onto the countertop without complaints, her arms naturally rested on top of Luke's shoulders with her fingers already feeling the back of her neck. She was sure that Luke could actually feel her *melt* at the kids - was she acting like a teenager with her crush? Perhaps but she was enjoying the moment too much to care.

LUKE

The kiss may not have been the best idea, as it quickly became pretty much impossible to decipher which feelings were Keagan's and which were her own. Between the girls becoming babies again, and new folks coming to live with them at the cabin, this was probably the first time they'd been left alone proper, and it was clearly showing. Her hands seemed to have mind of their own, but she managed to find a light in the fog when she felt the warmth of bare skin beneath her fingers and realized they'd traveled _under_ the other's shirt. Breaking the kiss, she moved her hands back to Keagan's hips and attempted a breathless apology but just got, "Sorry, hands."

KEAGAN

While she managed to not *whine*, the pout unconsciously appeared when Luke pulled away. Her eyes was glowing just as much when she opened her eyes. "*Luke*.." Her voice a bit rougher than usual. The wolf leaned forward and used the advantage she had with her arms around the other to pull Luke back, recapturing her lips. With all that had happened, it really had been too long. It also didn't help that she had been waiting for some alone time with the Paladin for *the* longest time.

LUKE

There was no need to verbalize her question, because her unspoken concern was immediately addressed just as wordlessly by the new emotions that made their way to her even before absolutely _destructive_ manner in which her own name was spoken hit her ears. There was no resistance to being pulled back in to another kiss, that somehow managed to be fiercer and tinted in more urgency than the one before. On the surface it wasn't too unlike the one that had suddenly overtaken them both back almost twenty years, but there was so much more to their actions now that to say it was coming from a different place...would be an _understatement_.

Emboldened by the mixture of feelings in their link, and Keagan's own actions, Luke broke their kiss once more, but only swiftly pull Kegan's shirt up and over he head tossing it haphazardly somewhere behind her. Dropping her forehead to the older woman's she didn't have to be a third party witness to know the way their eyes were glowing was bound to be enough to light up the darkling room as the sun started to go down. She brought a hand up to cup the woman's jaw as she used her thumb to gently trace and raggedly whispered, "The last time we were in a similar position to this, I asked if you wanted to stop. Now we have twin teenagers, and now that we know _why_...." though even as she said all this she made no move to allow more space between them. "It's only fair that I ask you again..."

KEAGAN

Keagan didn't fight against it when her shirt was removed; she probably even helped taking it off even faster. However, she did have to let out a small groan when the kiss broke off again. The grip the Paladin had on her, did the woman even realize that? Even the lightest of touches was driving her insane. Who else had possibly made her feel this way? No one. The amount of self-control she had so far was amazing even to herself, that she was still just sitting here on the counter.

She was also surprised that she could pay attention to what was being said too. "While we did happen to have two of the best girls ever... Are you saying that you're going to get me pregnant again?" She smiled softly at that; Keagan definitely didn't oppose to expanding the family though they literally got their first break from having to take care of baby twins again.

LUKE

Luke paused at the question. "Okay, that just makes it sound like I have a level of confidence that I have never possessed. _Especially_ around you," she admitted with a chuckle. "But that considering we _were_ just talking about concern for the girls, it's not exactly a guarantee that I _won't_, and..." Luke sighed, and smiled. "I just want to make sure that whatever happens, _you_ don't end up having it laced even microscopically with regret. I want you to be _happy_. No 'buts'."

KEAGAN

"Well, this *would* be the second time so I don't see why not." She pointed out before giving an understanding smile, "Luke, whatever happens, I doubt that I'm ever going to be upset about it, or regret it because you're going to be there every step of the way. The only thing I've ever regretted was my idiot choices back then - we could've gotten together way earlier if I wasn't so stubborn." She snorted, "Also, I want you to be happy too. Not just me, not just the girls, *You.*" She held a finger, "And do not say that you're happy when we're happy."

LUKE

"Okay look, not to beat a dead horse or anything, but the last time I took that route and went ahead and just made assumption about one Keagan Calvetti, I didn't see her again for like two years," Luke pointed out. It was true they'd already addressed this before and she was in no way holding it against the older woman, but it _was_ still a reason to her hesitation.

Placing a hand on the counter, on either side of Keagan to brace herself, Luke lent in with a smile and began trailing small kisses from the corner of the woman's mouth, down to her neck, the break between each contact to speak one word until her question was done, "Would. You. Rather. I. Lie?" She then stopped and let her mouth hover just barely above the other's skin, breath grazing as she waited for the reply.

KEAGAN

"Okay, you've got a point." She sighed, "But moving *forward*, I think you're more than welcome to have that confidence." She may have something to say if it bordered asshole-level but now was not the time, nor did she think Luke could ever *be* asshole level.

If her eyes can glow brighter, it would've with the way that Luke was teasing her. The growl that came from her before leaving an arm around the Paladin's shoulder, the other hand pushing off the counter so she could hang onto the other like... a koala - yes, one can see where Sky got a lot of her traits from. Though the silver lining was that Luke had a large advantage in the height department . "I'd rather you stop teasing me right now."

LUKE

Luke doubted she'd have had any real trouble with the sudden literal jumping of her bones that Keagan just did, but it certainly didn't faze her now that her powers were giving her a much needed boost in the strength department. "Your wish is my command," was all she managed before they lips were crashing together once more.

The paladin was able to easily stand fully back up and take a step away from the counter. Putting the confidence just recently told she was free to have, her hands found a new home as the came cup Keagan's ass firmly, hoisting her up so they were once again eye-level and Keagan wasn't having to cling onto her for dear life. The fact she managed all of it without breaking their latest kiss was feat in itself. The fact she managed to spare enough concentration to orb them both to their bedroom, and walk over to sit on the edge of the bed as she pulled Keagan onto her lap, while simultaneously reaching up to unhook the older woman's bra, still not breaking the kiss? That was a skillset that was new even to her.

KEAGAN

How she wished she had the ability to just orb away. It really was a very convenient skills.. for many situations, not just this. She held on with ease as Luke redirected them to the bed, enjoying the kiss even more so without interruption. Admittedly, it was very appealing to have Luke navigate them around like this.

Once she felt herself straddling on Luke's lap, Quickly removing her bra and letting it drop to the floor, she resumed her position and closed whatever space was left between them. Her hands started roaming slowly down the woman's sides, then up from the front until they got to the shoulders and gave a push, breaking the kiss herself for the first time.

LUKE

It was a sight Luke had seen only once before, but it was seared into her memory to the point that it may as well be something she'd seen in her own mind's eye on constant reply ever since that night. Which, she would be lying if she said it _hadn't_ crossed her mind at any other point, because she was still partially human. But it failed to even come close to matching the reality of the _feel_ of having Keagan's bare skin come into contact with her own. The only word her foggy brain could muster to describe the feeling was just 'right'. This is where she belonged. Where they _both_ did.

The push to her shoulders was less effective in actually forcing any movement, and more so gave the paladin a cue as to what Keagan wanted in this specific moment. She followed through and laid back on the bed, sitting up on her elbows, unable to keep her eyes from raking up from the hem of the older woman's jeans as she sat straddling her own hips, a perfect fit, all the way up a porcelain torso. Luke was uncharacteristically unabashed in her actions, and did nothing to hide the practically ravenous look in her eyes. Despite the burning desire to latch herself back onto the other wolf, Luke appeased her instead and remained still. Their last time together had been out of the blue, born from frustration boiling over, and frantic as both parties new that it wouldn't last. This time they had all the time in the world.

KEAGAN

From her position, her hand flat against the stomach - or abs - and slowly felt her way up, stopping at the center of the Paladin's chest. Luke had always been - well, *hot* for lack of a better word, but sitting in this position looking down at her like this. The woman was absolutely breath-taking. Her eyes just could not focus, being just as shameless as she looked over her fiancée over and over again with hungry eyes.

She eased off of Luke and scooted back enough to be able to get off the bed before lowering herself to leave a trail of soft yet slow kiss. Up the stomach... to the chest... to the collarbone.. before hovering ever so slightly above the woman's lips. Her hand had also been busy, unbuttoning the pants before also coming back up to cup a breast while her other hand was simply supporting her own weight so that she wasn't completely pressing down on Luke.

LUKE

It was true that at the root of their actions was love, as was evidenced by their girls existing, but even before Luke’s true nature had triggered there had been something _primal_ about the way they carried themselves in such an intimate situation. Beyond the simple glow of their eyes, and even completely aside from their connection as a paladin and their charge, there was just _something_ between them that Luke could just _feel_ drawing them to one another time and time again. All insecurities had been left behind the instant Keagan had latched onto her like Lucas was the only thing keeping her afloat in an open sea, and it made the literal growl that formed at the back of her throat upon the sight of the woman crawling her way up the paladin’s torso unabashedly heard.

She let out a hiss of both pure pleasure and sweet relief at Keagan’s touch on her breast, and wasted no time in closing the gap between their lips. Whatever this magnetic pull between them was, it had been doing nothing but growing in strength since the last time they were together like this, and it refused to be ignored. Reaching down to gently, but firmly take hold of Keagan’s wrist at her jeans, she wrapped her other arm around the woman’s waste and swiftly swapped their positions. Luke took the second Kegan let out a small gasp at the motion to bite at her bottom lip, before sitting up to look down at her. Luke had one foot braced the floor, with the other bent on the bed, knee gently making contact with the apex between the wolf’s thighs. She ran a hand through her hair, and smirked down at the brunette as she used the other hand to take hold of the waist of the woman’s jeans. She pulled and in one swift motion, the garment was off and orbed somewhere on the floor behind them.

LUKE

Using her hands to clasp at either hip, as she pulled Keagan even closer to her, she bent down to whisper in her ear. "The most beautiful star in the night sky could burn itself out and still never come close to your beauty in this very moment," she said in earnest before bringing their lips together once more.

KEAGAN

Was it because Luke had the combine strength of a Paladin and a Wolf? Something about Luke's eyes was just so alluring - not just because it had a unique colour compared to a wolf. And the way Luke was looking back at her. Keagan had always felt something special when the other was involved and today only amplified it.

Every touch just made her skin feel like it's on fire. She was then taken by surprise when Luke flipped their positions, barely even giving her time to react by the time she found herself looking up at Luke now. Both her hands off to the side, high up above her head as she waited - well, not quite since it happened pretty swiftly as well. Of all things, she never would expect that her pants would be orbed away. The close proximity was the only thing stopping her from teasing the other about getting laundry duty if that's the way she was going to handle clothes from now on. "Forever the poet." She whispered back before taking in those lips, teasing the other with her tongue before eventually letting it slide in."

LUKE

Having their tongues moving one against the other, tasting what was uniquely the other person, and breathing each others air -when either remembered to breathe, that is- could easily lead one to believe they were the most connected they'd ever be. But Luke knew better. Luke remembered it all as if it were happening again in synch with their present actions.

As her mouth continued to keep pace with the wolf, her hand was deftly working its way between her own knee and the thin fabric acting as the sheerest of barriers to full contact. She couldn't help the satisfied chuckle that fell from her busy lips at just how soaked through the fabric was. Whether the noise Keagan made was in response to the cockiness or the fact her hand came up to cup the woman's sex before grinding her knee up just the slightest, didn't matter. It was swallowed up as Luke returned giving the woman a pre-show -reminder?- of just what her tongue was capable of in tight, hot, moist spaces.

KEAGAN

The way they were moving with sync with each other, not needing to use words to know what the other wanted at this moment.. there were no words that could explain how beautiful this connection they had was.

It didn't take the sensing skill of a Paladin to know just what the other thought when she felt how wet the wolf became all from making out only, barely doing anything else. The moans she was constantly letting out were muffled by Luke as she matched the pace of the knee with her own good grinding against it.

LUKE

Feeling more than encouraged by the symphony of moans and sounds she was able to elicit from the older woman, Luke eased off from the wolf's lips and began to slowly make her way down. She left languid kiss trailing down, only pausing for a moment to take a pert nipple into her mouth and giving the lightest of bites, before reaching her destination.

Placing featherlight kisses just above the hem of Keagan's ruined panties, she stopped her teasing and slipped them off completely. Dropping to her knees before the edge of the bed, she placed leg over each one of her shoulders before grabbing onto Keagan's hips and giving a decent tug that left her right where she wanted to be. The cocky grin on her face was replaced by a look that would make a starving feral animal look satisfied by comparison. There was little time wasted as she proceeded to lap at the woman's sex and taking in every drop as if she had been left out in the desert and this was her oasis.

KEAGAN

Her eyes watched as Luke made her way down - in a painfully slow pace. A very low growl escaping her throat but was immediately replaced by a soft gasp when she felt herself pulled closer to the edge of the bed briefly.

Her hips bucked the moment she felt the Paladin's tongue against her, her hands gripping down on the sheets beneath them. The wolf bit down on her lips to stop the sounds, only capable of focusing on Luke basically devouring her at this point.

LUKE

At some point while on her knees, and with her focus solely on worshipping the woman in front of her, a small bit at the back of Luke's brain had the forethought to orb her _own_ pants off. Which, not to take the satisfaction away from Keagan to have ripped them off herself, but it certainly came with advantage of cutting down on time. Which Luke would take as a bonus, as she was certain the teasingly slow pace she had taken before was _not_ to the amusement of the Queen.

As she began to feel Keagan's inner walls began to slightly move against her tongue, she eased off and moved to up to lean over the woman so they were eye-to-eye, her hand having deftly moved to replace her mouth. With the woman's legs still drapped on her shoulders, she gently used her fingers to ease around the woman's folds, always near but never daring to actually go further. Not before she leant down _even closer_ to ask in a hot whisper, "May I?"

KEAGAN

The wolf had kept her hands on the sheets, which were now pretty bunched up in those two areas. The way her tongue lapped against her sent shivers with every stroke. To think a whine actually came from her when the Paladin continued with that excruciating pace when she knew that Luke was perfectly aware of how she felt about it.

But there was really something different about being asked for consent with every step of the way. Her eyes flashed brightly at the question and she breathed out a quiet "yeah". Her hands finally let go of the sheets and cupped her fiancée gently by the face while her body eagerly await for Luke.

LUKE

If her response had held left any room for doubt, the way her eyes practically lit up the room was enough to wash it away. As Luke allowed herself to be brought into another kiss, she allowed Keagan's legs to gently slide off her shoulders not wanting to cause any possible discomfort.

Her own arousal was impossible to deny, and as she finally got to feel the warmth of Keagan's want practically pulling her fingers further inside of herself, the Paladin let out a moan of her own. Discarding the last item of clothing on her body, Luke broke their kids gently as she stood up to place a hand on Keagan's chest before she began to add the thrusting of her own hips behind every pump of her fingers inside the other woman. Slowly building up a rhythm and allowing them both to climb towards their high.

KEAGAN

The looks Luke was giving her was just... Captivating. The hunger behind them whilst giving her a sense of admiration. If she had not thought she was beautiful before, she sure did now. Keagan had not looked away once unless their lips were fused together. The wolf within her was absolutely feral from how the other was treating her.

So when the paladin stood tall and looking down at her with a hand on her chest, it was quite the sight. Her own hand clutched the one on her chest as they moved in rhythm as if it was the only thing grounding her. With a smirk, she eventually moved it up her neck until she could take the thumb into her mouth, letting her tongue run around it.

LUKE

The sensations that ran up her arm and through her entire body at the feeling of Keagan's mouth taking her thumb in and expertly reminiding her that she too knew what to do with her tongue, had Luke wanting to test out just what else that mouth could do. But this moment wasn't about herself, it was about _them_. Together.

Sliding her thumb out of Keagan's mouth, she slowly glided her hand down to wrap around her neck -placing the briefest of pressures there- before sliding it around to latch onto her neck. With ease, and care -always mindful of not hurting the other- she used the hold she had on Keagan's neck to bring her up to sitting position, their heated flesh immediately pressed against each other, that mystical magnetism between them not allowing for even a slight breeze to pass between. With the new leverage, Luke lent down to latch onto Keagan's neck before working her way back to her mouth as the rhythm of her hips and fingers continued to lead them to the release they both sought.

KEAGAN

As she felt herself be brought closer and closer to he edge, her arms were once again found wrapped around the taller woman as if to aid in closing any possible gap left between them. The two of hem so in sync as they kept movig together until pleasure hit her like a wave. Breaking the kiss, she cried out as she hid into Luke. Her hands just gripping onto the other though not hard enough to hurt the other.

When she rode it out and was still feeling rather sensitive, Keagan kept her place. Being in Luke's embrace just felt... right. It wad eithout a doubt that she was the source of her daughter's cuddly nature.

LUKE

Their first time together had been incredible, but tinged by the knowledge that both parties genuinely believed to be true at the time: _it would never happen again_. This time, there was nothing being held over their heads. They were _free_ to not just live in the moment, but to actually _enjoy_ it. This time the only saltiness that mingled in with the taste of each other, was the sweat on their skin and not the tears falling from their eyes,

Luke wasn't a novice by any means, so knowing that her partner was close wouldn't have taken guesswork. However, when it came to Keagan..._everything_ was just different. The knowledge that Keagan was right on the precipice was something she just intuitively _knew_ to be true and it was enough to get herself to the same point. They were both right there, and as a cry ripped out of the wolf's throat, Luke immediately followed suit in going over the edge. There was no crying out from her though, mind already focused on helping the smaller woman ride-out her orgasm.

Her focus was such, that it wasn't until she stopped feeling the reverberations around her fingers and had gingerly slipped them out -cleaning them, of course- so she could properly wrap Keagan in a full embrace, that she realized she kind of tehcnically already _had_ her embraced. "I can definitely say with one hundred percent assurance, _you_ are the only girl _that's_ happened with," she chuckled lowly as she looked at the large wings encasing them both in the softest of feather-light touches.

KEAGAN

To both be in the moment was something that Keagan hadn't experienced with anyone else other than Lucas. So to think that she had the chance again was truly a blessing. As they both caught their breaths again, the wolf laid on top of the woman's chest. It didn't even click in her mind until Luke pointed it out.

Wrapped around them were her literally wings. Keagan reached out and touched a feather tenderly, not knowing if Luke could feel it and started brushing her fingers back and forth to feel it's texture. If Luke wasn't a born Paladin, this would definitely never happen in her life. Though the colour was as dark as the tattoo she saw, it was still so majestic that it rendered her speechless as she observed it longer. It felt.. *safe* to have them embracing her - not that she never felt safe in Lucas' arms before.

"Our girls... Will have these eventually, won't they?" Her voice still sounding raw as she asked. "They're beautiful, Luke.." Without much thought, she leaned up and gave a small kiss on the feather she had been observing.

LUKE

It was true when she'd said earlier that she really had no idea how the whole wings thing worked but, now that they were 'out' it felt like controlling any other extension of herself. The feeling of Keagan's fingers brushing against the feathers was definitely distinct from having her brush against her skin, but she could feel it all the same. Chuckling slightly at the tone, Luke simply said, "Yes, I suppose they will. Can't speak to their appearance though, I still don't actually know how it's meant to go, but I do suddenly have a mental image of flying puppies."

Her wings extended to their full span, less to show them off and more so that they wouldn't find themselves pinned down as Luke made to flip their positions. As the wings came in and settled back into their tattoo state, Luke nuzzled Keagan's neck and said, "If the shivers I feel are because you're cold, don't worry love, I don't plan on letting that be an issue for long..."

KEAGAN

The twins really be in situations she had never been prepared for. Flying wolves. The twins would without a doubt test out flying the first chance they get once the wings kick in. "Should we pad up the cabin ceilings and all?" She chuckled, knowing that a simple spell might do the trick.

Her train of thought broke when she found herself being flipped over, with her on her back again. She placed a very gentle kiss to Luke's temple, finding the nuzzling very endearing before that warm smile was replaced with a smirk from the suggestion. A hearty laugh came at that before she learned far enough to look down at her partner. "I would hope we both have more stamina than this." It came as a growl as her own hand snuck in-between them, sliding down the paladin's torso.

LUKE

"They're actually fairly reinforced," Luke replied with ease. From experience, and clearly entirely missing the point. Of course, she could hardly be blamed. Her body wasn't exactly prioritizing her brain on the list of where to send blood rushing to at the moment.

There was something uniquely _delicious_ about having it be Keagan's hand running down her body. The fact this strong, disciplined, independent individual was caving to her desire to just reach out and place her hands where she wanted? And that where she _wanted_ was on Luke? She was almost certain her eyes would never be blue again. Reaching her own hand down to hook Keagan's thigh over her hip and allowing for more leverage as she ground down and trapped the woman's hand between both of their most sensitive areas at the moment, all Luke could do was give her a cheeky grin as she said, "Oh I would hope so too. I'm due at least _six_ more rounds."

KEAGAN

Her low chuckle transitioned into an embarrassed groan when *that* topic came up again. It was clear that no one in the family was ever going to let it go ever since Douchewin *announced* it to the world whether it was true or not.

With that tease, she leaned up and nip Luke gently at the neck. "As alluring as it is to watch you be so competitive which I'm sure you'll be able to beat ten-folds with ease, I'd rather not bring up a certain someone's words..." With a little bit of strength, her fingers wiggled enough to slide them through the folds.

LUKE

There were a lot of nitty-gritty details to her home life as a kid that Luke never really shared with anyone. At least not in a way where it couldn't easily be written off as creative liberty or some such. Malcolm may only have been a part of her life for five years, but the extent of his actions stayed with her well into adulthood. True intimacy was such a foreign concept, and the idea of physical intimacy with a person of the same-sex was mired in memories of awful consequences.

But as she felt slender fingers make their way through the most intimate part of herself, and being able to look into the eyes of the person they belonged too, _none of that mattered_. Lucas would never deny their skill at ensuring her partner had the best of experiences, but the woman was a _master_ at doing so in a way that meant she her sex was never really touched or even considered really. That level of trust, openess, ans vulnerability was one she never really felt with or even _wanted_ to have with anyone else.

Except _her_. As she continued to work her hips into the other woman, she once again caught her gaze as she spoke with nothing but open honesty as she said, "You were the first and _only_ woman that can honestly say they know what it feels like to be _inside_ me..."

KEAGAN

It didn't quite click at first when Luke spoke - esp when she was aware that the twins kept a black book. But then when it did, her golden eyes soften and Keagan leaned in to give a kiss that was less of hunger but of warmth and understanding. God, what did she do to deserve such a woman - a constant question she asked herself. Luke's been nothing but unbelievable since they were children, and more so when they grew up. Not everyone would deal with the things Keagan had dropped on her.

Without holding back, her fingers started with a slow rhythmic pace while thrusting her own hips against her hand as well. Her free hand latched to the back of the paladin's neck. She could honestly say that no one had ever made the wolf feel the same way Lucas had all these years. If only she hadn't been so stubborn, perhaps they would have had less heartaches.

LUKE

The kiss was different. It was less desperate in their need to be in each other's space, and more languid in its confidence that they needn't try so hard to get the other, because they already had it. As they lay here now, their desire was secondary to the certainty that they they had already entrusted each other with their hearts.

Lucas wasn't the most vocal of lovers, but she also wasn't practically riding just any other woman's hand. To know that the one person you love enough to trust your _entire_ self to loves you back the same. That she _wants_ you, as much as you want her? It didn't take long for her to reach the edge again, but she refused to let go unless they were going together. Holding Keagan's gaze, she brought her hand up to cup a breast as she hissed, "I want to absolutely _ruin_ you for _anybody_ else like you did me. Cum _with me_ , princess."

KEAGAN

Her eyes widened, gasping at the hand against her breast.. or at the words being said. To think that she would be called a Princess. Guess it wasn't hard to know where Sky got that trait from because the way it had her blushing yet sporting a dopey smile from a simple nickname... Lord, the vice grip this woman had on her.

However, she didn't think any further on it as she did as she was told, both thrusting while grinding together at a faster speed with the Paladin as she felt the shudders coming from both herself and her lover.

LUKE

There was definitely a sense of satisfaction at the reaction she received from her words, but it was immediately and vastly overshadowed. Any sense of satisfaction she may have ever had in this arena before, paled in comparison to the knowledge that she was able to _bring_ the other woman the same level of gratification. And admittedly there was also an ego boost in knowing she was able to bring them both to orgasm together while her hands were nowhere near the woman's actual sex.

As they both rode out their orgasms together, Luke began placing kisses from the woman's shoulder, up her jaw, and finally captured her lips once more. As she broke the kiss, she eased up onto her knees to take another look at the literal mother of her children and simply gave her a self-assured smile as she said, "I swear, my eyes will never be blue again because you. I can _feel_ it."

KEAGAN

The tender moments in-between were too heartwarming, the wolf sworn her heart could explode with how much love she felt for and from the other. "While I do love your new glowing eyes because they're very unique, it'd be a shame to never see those baby blues again." She chuckled softly.

The room was just filled with their scent; something surely anyone of their pack would notice if they weren't all busy doing their own thing. "Although... They probably won't go away for tonight at the very least."

[bookishphysicsgirl]

Ok, see, I get where everyone here is coming from. But I still can't quite wrap my head around the comparison she made.

First off, yes, when she wrote the books she most likely didn't have queer and more specifically trans activists in mind in the portrayal of Death Eater's - most of it probably because trans rights were not a very popular topic at the time unfortunately - and that the point she is trying to make is that people are becoming like them now.

But again there are aspects - such as the necessity to rule over everyone else, maintain purity of blood, and overall entitlement and superiority - which are key in the depiction of Death Eater's that don't gel even when it comes to radicalized trans or queer people.

Most importantly though a lot of the more radical queers feel wronged and are moved by a need of revenge, anger at a society they feel failed them - and yes, that can also be said of many radicalized people in the right, or in any group really - but it never felt like that was the motivation of the Death Eater's even though if they really wanted to they'd have plenty of reason to be frustrated what with having to hide in order not to be burned at the stake. The Death Eater's wanted nothing more than power and control. If it was about revenge or a feeling of injury I think they would be a lot less hostile towards other magical creatures and especially towards wizards with muggle blood.

But okay, maybe you read them as seeking revenge and filled with a need to break out of the shadows instead of what they see as "assuming their rightful place". In that case the comparison would be due to death threats people received for being transphobic or violence doled out by radicalized activists. But still the difference remains very clear to me.

I do think harassing and threatening people is not the answer - specially online. This just makes you into an invisible enemy and pushes people who maybe just were indecisive about their standing or didn't understand enough further away and generally just has very negative effects on all sides.

However let's place ourselves in the shoes of a marginalized trans person for a moment. You listen to people everyday insult you or look at you sideways on the streets, talk on public media about how you shouldn't exist, how you are a predator to their children, or at best sick and in need of medical assistance for just being who you are. Then you hear about someone just like you who got murdered just for being themselves, another beaten in the streets. You talk and talk, you scream, you protest, no one listens. Eventually you get angry. You start seeing it all as a war with only one way out. You feel trapped so you lash out in the only way you can.

Again I am not excusing the behavior, or saying it's okay, or even the best way if doing things because it is not. You are alienating people whose minds you might have been able to change and quite possibly getting other innocent people caught in the crossfire. But, if the situation is bad enough, I can understand why somebody would turn to violence even if I don't agree with it.

What you have to pay attention to here though is that these people are lashing out because of fear, because they feel like there is no other way, because they feel like if they don't do this they could be next. Because they are in fact oppressed and they have truly suffered.

Death Eaters aren't oppressed. They aren't doing it for fear, to fight back, to have the right to exist among everyone else. If anything they would purposely maintain things segregated, because they believe non magical people are inferior. They believe anyone who isn't a pure blooded wizard is inferior.

Even the most radicalized of trans activists don't think that transphobes, the right, or religious people or even cis people are inferior, they think they are the enemy. In fact most of the issue comes from those groups positions of power.

The motivations are different and I do believe that makes all the difference in a comparison like this.

Yes, there are radicalized, violent people in the queer community. Yes, this is a problem. Yes, it is unacceptable. Yes, we need to actually talk about it instead of pretending it's not there at all and ignoring it.

Trying to use that fact to justify transphobia is and always will be wrong.

At the end of the day J.K. Rowling is acting bigoted and in a very similar way to the villains in her books and just coming out and saying "they are violent back, so really they are the ones acting like the villains" is just a bad cop out in order not to have to properly address the harm she's causing. Even if she might argue their violence was proportionately worse or more agresive.

Sometimes I just wish we could all sit down and have a proper talk for once, instead of viscously attacking each other. Is that asking too much?

She ain't even subtle anymore lmao

[reticent-writer]

Alt Ending

Xiao x reader

Angst to fluff

New event spoilers

@xiaosimpdamn

"I can't.... Rex.... I'm losing...... Sorry xiao"

Your distorted voice was heard through the chasm while the 5 we're looking for an exit after seeing bosacious.

"Xiao who is that? They said your name." Yanfei questioned but Xiao had an uncharacteristic look of shock before turning to them.

"He was the dendro yaksha. He never liked attention so he also hid when humans were they were near. During the destruction of khanreha he lost his mind and went into hiding."

Xiao talked about you in the same way he talked about bosacious. He loved the memories he shared with you but all good things come to an end.

But the end was not quite there yet. Just a bump in the road.

"I know who he is, the phantom yaksha. He helped from the shadows and saved any human he could." Yelan said causing Xiao to nod.

"I wonder where he went." Paimon looked to aether who was looking at Xiao.

There was a moment of silence before the sky darkened as a pained scream erupted from behind Xiao.

Turning around Xiao saw you on the ground with your (choice of weapon) on the ground next to you while you were squeezing your neck in pain.

"Y/n." Your head shot up at the sound with a look of fear.

"Xiao?" Your face didn't change in fact your breathing quickened. "I'm tired of these illusions. Just go AWAY." You broke down in sobs

"I'm not an illusion. I promise you I'm real." He inched closer not expecting you to jump into his arms.

You both started to fall back if it wasn't for the vines that wrapped around the both of you. Tightening the hug.

"I missed you so much. I hope your real." You mumbled into his chest.

"I'm real I promise." He wrapped his arms around you as the vines slowly set him down.

"The phantom yaksha." A high pitched voice said causing you to look up at 3 people and 1 floating child (I don't know to to describe paimon)

The voice shocked you and because you not used to being around people for so long you tried to teleport away but the strain of trying to use your powers caused you to pass out.

You woke up you saw the sky. You haven't seen it in so many years. It was a beautiful sight.

Xiao

You looked around realizing he wasn't there.

"Xiao" you said it so quietly you could bearly hear yourself. Tears rolled down you cheeks as you kneeled to the ground in a prayer position.

"Please don't... It's been so long (since last I seen my son~)." You cried not noticing the yaksha suddenly appear.

"Y/n" you didn't look to the sound this time. You thought the chasm was making another illusion.

"Y/n it's me." You felt a hand on your head as you slowly looked up to see Xiao with the traveler behind him.

Through the shock you didn't care that the traveler was there and jumped into xiao arms.

"Don't scare me like that." You cried into his shoulder. He hasn't changed a bit and you liked it that way.

"I love you, Atalus."

"I love you too, Y/n"

[vquacki]

It's My Fatherly Duties!

It's My Fatherly Duties!

Short DAD Scenarios 

Characters: BONTEN - Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

~ Inui Seishu, Kokonoi Hajime, Izana Kurokawa, 

~ Souya Kawata (Angry), Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, MINORS DNI

Note : requested, I added some characters. Hope ya don’t mind! These are pretty short, just little things I put together. Word barf kinda..? Anyways- I hope you enjoy :))

R I N D O U 

His lashes fluttered open when he heard a loud crash coming from the hallway, along with a string of cuss words sounding like his daughter's voice. 

“What the hell was that?” You groaned, not a single word was uttered from your husband when he sprung out of bed, bolting to the bedroom down the corridor.

“Tohru?!” Rindou yelled, flinging open the door. Revealing your teenage daughter fully dressed, half way through her second story window. A facade of pillows under her blanket seeminging meant to be her ‘sleeping body’.

“Oh dad, I-”

“What the hell are you doing” The man was fuming by the ears, pajamas ruffled when he jolted out of his slumber. 

“Is Tohru okay?” You peeked from behind the broad shouldered man. 

“I was just going to get fresh air!” Your daughter lied, making up a somewhat excuse to appease her angered father. 

“Hey Tohru! Hurry up and get down here!” You heard a boy's voice call out, looking over at Rindou’s face to see the man's darkened expression.

“Who the fuck is down there? Is that a boy?!” He growled, stomping his feet over to the glass. Pushing past his daughter to take a look. 

“Oh shit- her dads here. Let’s book it!” The kids whispered, but loud enough for Rindou to make out, hastily running down the dark street. 

“You little shits! Don't you dare come back here!” Rindou growled, slamming the window shut in the process. 

“What! Dad!” Tohru whined, 

“You're so grounded young lady!” Rindou shouted, not caring for the sleeping neighbors beside his shared condo at three in the morning. 

“Rin, she was just having some fun!” You defended, you were also like her when you were her age, trouble makers run in your blood. Actually Rindou couldn't even talk- he was running roppongi at her age.  

“No! She's just too young to be hanging out with boys!” Rindou’s brows joined together as he withered in front of you. 

“But we dated when we were her age-” You deadpanned at him, 

“Grounded! My final answer!” 

R A N  

Ran was coming home from a late night bonten meeting, mouth agape when he saw his daughter’s feet dangling out from her window. 

Fearing the worst he sprinted to the ground below his child, hands outstretched to catch her if she were to misstep. 

“Mitsuri!” His voice boomed,

“Eh? Dad?!” His daughter stuttered, slowly slid out the window, climbing down like she had done this many times prior to this awkward occurrence. 

Toes easily touching the grass with ease, not a scratch upon the females porcelain skin. 

“Ran?” You yawned, cracking the door ajar. It was late, you waking up to your husband's screams outside your house. 

“Mitsuri, what are you doing climbing out your window like a maniac?!” Ran scowled, hands running through his messed up hair. Sweat dripping down his temple from the not so pleasant adrenaline rush. 

“I was just gonna hang out with some friends..” your daughter answered, fingers gripping the edge of her shirt, scarily waiting for her dad’s reaction. 

“At this time of night? .. out your window?”

“Ye-”

“Phone privileges. Give me it.” Ran demanded, palm stretched out. 

“But-” no question she was a tad bit spoiled by her father. You being the bad cop, while your husband played the good cop for his beloved daughter. 

“If you want to go anywhere all you got to do is ask!” Ran plucked the phone from his daughter's hand, a wave of relief washing over him. Secretly thanking whatever being watching over him that it wasn't some sort of gang related subject. 

“This is what you get for spoiling her!” You laughed from the sidelines, hand clutching your stomach.

“This is your fault too ya know!” Ran argued. 

“I’m the one who tries to discipline her! But someone always lets it go!” You emphasized the special somebody. 

“Whatever” Ran sighed, This was a lesson for the usual carefree man, a special lesson he wouldn't forget in the many years to come with his unborn future children. 

S A N Z U 

It was Sanzu’s best day of his life when his daughters were born, the two only being about one year apart. They were spoiled to the core, anything they wanted their money liberl father blessed them with. He thought they were the sweetest things ever, them both being a daddy's girl after all. 

He never would have expected to see both of his daughters outside his humble abode, standing beside two boys, most likely a double date. 

He stared in shock, hands pressed firmly against the glass, teeth gritting. 

“Huh? I tucked them into bed an hour ago” You rubbed your eyes, riding yourself of the sleepiness threatening to drown you. The pink haired only tutted his teeth, swifty twisting the door knob to confront the four children outside. 

“Oh you better run” your oldest daughter whispered, gesturing for the boys to make haste from her deadly father. 

“You better not come back here, unless you want trouble you fuckers!” Sanzu yelled, red in the eyes from anger. Not bothering to chase after the two scoundrels. 

“Dad, mom! What are you guys doing awake?” Your youngest asked, sheer panic in her eyes, watching her insane fathers unpleasant smile. 

“I swear you two will be the death of me” Sanzu uttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. A irked gleen in his orbs as he stared them down. 

“They were just friends dad, stop overreacting” the older daughter said, 

“I- You little shi-” He bit his lip to suppress his anger fueled words, knowing well it would definitely hurt his precious children's feelings. Having regretted it later if he were to say those sinful words. 

“Now now Sanzu, let's head to bed” You wrapped your arms around your lover, dragging him inside the house. 

“You can sort out their punishment tomorrow, after a good night's sleep” , coating him with reassuring words. That day he learned how misjudged he was of his children, even so he still loved them with all his heart.

I Z A N A 

Izana had his feet kicked up, relaxing in his office while he watched the moon. He had a clear view, the street lamps positioned next to the sidewalk, the side of his beautiful house facing his office window. He was enjoying his free time, mind taking over his body while he thought about his life choices. He was in ease until he saw his son's window light up, a long string of rope being tossed out the opening. 

Sitting up from his chair, he rushed over to his clear casement. Throwing his window open, a boy and girl standing beneath his son's window. The two holding the rope still as your child tried to slid down. 

“My my Yuki, where are you off to?” Izana laughed, nerves finally relaxing when he figured out what was going on. Calmly settling into the frame, head leaning on his chin. It wasn't like he had the right to be upset, he did much worse when he was his son's age. Robbing, fighting, killing. You name it, Izana’s done it. 

Sneaking out was nothing compared to what he did, but he wasn't gonna just let his son go. He was more wise now, he knew for a fact he didn't want his son to end up anything like him. Sure, he wanted the boy to have fun, but in a normal kid way. 

“Dad! Um- I”

“You better get your arse back up that window before I drag you around with that rope” Izana smiled, Totally different from the sentence he was portraying. Not forgetting his manners, giving a nonchalant wave to the other two kids. 

“Zana? Who are you talking to?” You asked, placing a cup of tea you had prepared for Izana on his desk. 

“Oh no one doll” Izana answered, closing the window before walking over to you. 

“Let's go to bed, yeah?” He proposed, trailing his hands around your shoulders, guiding you to the door.

“But the tea I made”

“Im tired~” 

Overall the male wouldn't want to talk further about the situation, nor would he discuss it with you. Trivial matters held no place between you both, as long as the child did not dare do it again. 

I N U I 

Inui wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, the AC wasnt working at the motor shop. Him, draken and yourself were sweating bullets, the hot material around you not helping. You had decided to help the pair around the shop, cleaning what you could. Or helping with cashing every customer out, it would've been an easy task if it wasn't blazing hot. 

Leaving your daughter home alone, obviously thinking she’d stay and do her teenage things. You couldn't be more mistaken, astounded as you watched her fiddle around with a boy across the street at the ice cream parlor. 

“Y/N please don't tell me that Kagura..” Inui’s jaw dropped, the wrench that was once in his clasp dropping to the ground. Startling the concentrating Draken that was crouched over a motorbike. 

“What's wrong Inui? Y/N” Draken twisted his body around, raising a brow when you two just started muttering to each other like two creeps. 

“Is that... a boy” Inui held his chin between his fingers, squinting to get a better view of his kid. 

“You trying to catch flies with your mouth Inui? Close your yap” You whispered, 

“Y/N! She's too young, I feel like I just held her in my arms not too long ago. She can't get married just yet!” Inui argued, he would've been on the verge of tears if he didn't have a reputation to uphold. 

“What? The fuck are you on Inui? She's probably just with a friend!” You patted his back, reassuring the man. 

“Boys and girls can be friends ya’know” you added.

Cueing the two children across the road from you, feeding scoops of ice cream to each other.

“I don't think friends do that..” Inui looked over at you, eyes widening when you swung the motor shop’s door open. Hands coming around your mouth to amplify your words,

“Kagura, is that your boyfriend?” 

“WHAT?” Inui almost fainted, the ledge behind him holding his wobbly frame up right. 

“I didn't know you guys would be here!” Your daughter jogged across the street, leaving the boy sitting by himself. 

“And no! Just a friend” She answered your embarrassing, blushing as she stared down at the ground.,

“I sense some lies” you wiggled playfully at the flustered girl. 

“What! Anyways, Sorry I left the house without telling you” Kagura apologized, 

“Just don't do it again, without my permission..” Inui stated, 

“Especially not with a boy.”

K O K O N O I

Bribing people is his forte, and if they did not obliged? Threatening always did the trick. 

And that's exactly what he did when he saw his descendant out with a male. All was dandy until the boy came running back, babbling about how his girl was the so called ‘love of his life’.

“Hey brat, you got a death wish?” Kokonoi asked, leaning against the door frame. 

“Koko go easy on him, he’s just a kid” You nudged the man, a mischievous grin plastered on the males face. 

“And I kinda think it's cute” You said, a small smile erupting from your daughter that was not so far behind her parents. 

“I approve, kid! I like your romantic drive!” You clapped, 

“Y/N!” Kokonoi pouted, 

“You better not try to bribe him with money again” You threatened, waving a finger at the whiny man. 

“Yeah! I like him too, dad!” Your daughter agreed. 

“You're like twelve, go play chess or something” Kokonoi barked, crossing his arms in disapproval. 

“Dad, I'm sixteen!” 

“That's what I said” 

S O U Y A 

He almost had a panic attack at the sight, having to shield the man from the scene playing out. Your twin daughter saying their goodbyes to their dates, followed by a kiss. You removed your hand when the boys were no longer in view, riding off in their motorcycles. 

“Shira, Nihra” You held Souya up by the shoulder, the light headed male limping towards the worried kids.

“What's wrong with dad?” Nihra questioned, eyeing her ghostly pale father. 

“He's out of it” You giggled, 

“I'm not crazy am i?” He stood tall, letting go of the arm you had draped around him. 

“There was boys-” His voice cracked. 

“You saw that dad?” Shira sweat dropped, watching as her fathers should leave his body. 

“Next time ask before you go out” You smiled, you weren't too strict on the two. They were Souya’s children, earning most of their adorable traits from him. Even his fighting skills. 

“This better not happen again, i'm trusting you” Souya grumbled.

“Sorry pops” The two girls remorsefully sollied the man, both hooking onto one of Souya’s arms as they helped his shell into the house. 

N A H O Y A 

Nahoya was beyond pissed, infamous smile widening. Taking fast steps towards your daughter and her significant other. 

“Look boy, I don't know who you are. But my daughters not up for grabs” Nahoya grinned, cracking his fingers. 

“O-okay sir” the boy was jittering, body trembling from the males intense arua. 

“If I catch ya here again” he used his finger to slash his neck, motioning to the death that would happily greet the boy if they were to ever meet again.

“Yer dead meat kiddo”  Nahoya laughed, watching as the boy ran for his life. 

“Dad, that was really extra!” Your daughter sneered, a pout on her lips. 

“Shut up!, you're grounded rat!” Nahoya shouted. 

“Yeah Nahoya, there was no need to threaten the poor kid. He looked like he was gonna piss himself.” 

“Exactly the effect i wanted”

End Note : as I said this was a word barf T-T, so it’s quite short.

Reblogs & Notes are always appreciated! Take care! ♡︎♡︎

[na-ta-sh-aa]

This chapter was so extremely hot, spicy and sexy and I loved every word of it! I also loved how there was no shortage of tender and love-filled moments, funny moments and even a bit of anxiety at the end! This was literally perfect!

“His heart was pounding as he slipped his hand inside the pocket and wrapped it around the little box. Carefully, while he rubbed himself against your clit to distract you, he opened it up and ran his index finger along the edge of the diamond and the smooth band. The hinge closed again, and he pulled his hand and the box slowly from the pocket. Chances were you hadn't seen it.”

Okay but Bradley was literally flawless here! He managed to distract her and control the ring in such a smooth manner. It's also true that being distracted by Bradley is very easy🫠

“You chose me over the boys your age because of my stamina, Princess."

Ooh 🫠

“He had you distracted while he looked around for somewhere to put the ring. Skittles walked into the room as you started whining, and Bradley made eye contact with the dog before tossing the ring at her tiny bed. The box landed softly, and Skittles trotted over to it, sniffing before walking in a little circle. She plopped down with her front paws and head covering the box. Noah was right all along; the damn dog was his best friend.”

This part was brilliant, I loved how Skittles was the perfect ally to Bradley😂

“You licked his sticky cum from his fingers as he looked at you in reverence. "That video is fucking filthy, and I love you with everything inside me." You giggled harder as he smiled and added, "I can't wait to watch it with you."

“She was the best wing-pup, helping him keep the ring hidden from you last night.”

Aww she really is the best wing-pup, she was flawless🥹

“Bradley grunted and let you keep going for a minute more before he said, "Then why don't you just lay there and let me do all the work?" He took your smaller hands in his, and you opened your eyes as he pressed your palms to the sides of your breasts.”

This chapter is making me sweat from how hot it is!🫠

“He made sure his voice was gentle even as he positioned himself. "You've never done it before?" 

"No," you confirmed, tilting your head forward to kiss his tip. "But I want to. As long as you do all the work," you told him with a laugh.”

I love how Princess is trying and experiencing so many things for the first time with Bradley, I love how she totally trusts him🥹

"She thinks I can't use a smartphone," he mumbled to Skittles as she finished her breakfast.”

I love the fact that he's a little touchy😂

“Penny, Amelia and Noah were having a dance party in the front room, so he let himself inside. When Noah saw him, he burst into tears. "I don't want to go home!"

Aww little Noah was having fun!

“Are you just upset because we were having so much fun?" Noah nodded, and she added, "You can come back another day, I promise."

Penny is really sweet🥹

"Actually, I could use your help on Friday," he told her, and she paused on her way into the kitchen.”

Maybe he wants to spend some time alone with Princess to propose to her?🥹

“Bradley kissed his son's forehead and said, "But Mommy's at home, and she wants to see you."

Aww His mommy can't wait to see him and I'm sure Noah can't wait to see her too😭🫶🏼

“Then he borrowed a sharpie and wrote Princess on your cup and took it home to you.”

I love how Bradley is continuing this adorable tradition, he pays so much attention to every detail, his every gesture always warms my heart 🥹

“Wow, Daddy! Did you use your phone all by yourself?"

"I knew you were going to say that."

I will never get tired of their constant teasing🥹

“Is this about Meredith?" 

I hope there's no bad news because everything was going so well!

I absolutely loved this chapter. Seeing how they both love each other so much and the complicity, bond, understanding and passion they have filled my heart with joy. I loved how they are so insatiable with each other and I have to say Bradley's stamina is truly impressive🫠 a special mention in this chapter goes to Skittles, she is definitely Bradley's best friend and accomplice, without her I don't think Bradley's plan to keep the ring hidden would have been successful😂 this family never fails to put me in a good mood, I love the relationship that Bradley and Princess have created with each other as well as I love every interaction between Noah and Princess🥹 I loved reading this so so so much💗✨

The Younger Kind Part 47 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You keep Bradley on his toes like it's your full time job. That's why it feels so good to be the one to wear you out for once. With the upcoming air show to plan for, Bradley wasn't expecting his day to be shaken up by some phone calls.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, smut, oral, butt stuff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4500 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

Check out my masterlist for more! The Younger Kind masterlist.

Somehow, Bradley was ready to go again. He was standing outside his own bedroom door, heavy cock held in his hand and a paper crown on his head. Maybe he should have felt ridiculous, but you made him feel alive. You and he were fucking to make a baby now, and that's why he was already hard. That's why he would keep getting hard all night.

Rustling noises from the other side of the door had him raring to go, but he stood as still as he could. Finally you asked, "Are you there?"

"I'm waiting patiently, Princess. I got my crown on." He was excited, and maybe he was feeling a little cocky over the fact that you asked him to wear it for you. He loved seeing you in the purple one, because it made him feel like he owned you when he fucked you in it. And he wanted to be owned by you, too. 

When you opened the door, Bradley smiled. You looked so pretty, fresh faced from the shared shower the two of you had enjoyed together. Then you held up your phone and said, "I'm recording. Hi, Daddy." 

He stroked himself, already looking forward to loading this depraved video onto the purple USB drive. "Hey, Baby," he rasped, eyes drifting down your body to find you were wearing his last name over your perfect breast. Then he froze. Your arm was hanging down at your side right next to the bulging pocket of his dress whites jacket which was stuffed full with the box holding your engagement ring. "Shit."

"You feel like making a movie?" you asked, biting your lip and running your hand up and down his jacket. Bradley released his cock and lunged for you, and you laughed as his arm encircled your body. "Wow, Daddy. Your stamina is impressive for someone who can't use a smartphone."

His heart was pounding as he slipped his hand inside the pocket and wrapped it around the little box. Carefully, while he rubbed himself against your clit to distract you, he opened it up and ran his index finger along the edge of the diamond and the smooth band. The hinge closed again, and he pulled his hand and the box slowly from the pocket. Chances were you hadn't seen it.

Bradley kissed your ear as he cupped your ass with his free hand. You were wearing your plug, and when his fingers connected with the soft silicone, he moaned your name. "You chose me over the boys your age because of my stamina, Princess."

Your head was tipped back, eyes closed as he teased along your pussy with his long middle finger, rubbing your slick opening with his fingertip. He had you distracted while he looked around for somewhere to put the ring. Skittles walked into the room as you started whining, and Bradley made eye contact with the dog before tossing the ring at her tiny bed. The box landed softly, and Skittles trotted over to it, sniffing before walking in a little circle. She plopped down with her front paws and head covering the box. Noah was right all along; the damn dog was his best friend. 

"No," you moaned as Bradley slipped his finger deeper while he pushed on your plug. "I chose you, because I'm in love with you. The stamina and big dick are just a bonus."

When he confirmed that you hadn't been filming in the direction where he'd thrown the engagement ring, he turned the phone slightly in your hand to capture him nipping at your neck. "Right now, you get anything you want since you were a good girl in the kitchen and let me fuck you hard and rough."

He started to undo the jacket buttons so he could get his hands on the rest of you. "I want you to make me feel really full. And I don't think we should waste your cum in my ass, you know?" you panted as he stroked your furled nipple with his thumb.

"Jesus Christ, Princess," he growled. Less than seven months ago, you were his innocent looking babysitter that he was jonesing for, and now you were talking about his cock and cum in your ass. He kissed you softly. "I'll give you anything you want." 

"I know you will." You handed him your phone and guided him onto the bed on his back, and then you settled on your belly in between his spread legs and took his length in both of your hands. You were quite a sight this way, wearing his jacket, and he zoomed in with your phone and watched you place an open mouth kiss on his cock.

"You look pretty like that," he whispered, and his cock jumped as you grinned. 

"Are you going to watch this when you're deployed again?"

Bradley thought about the polaroids you sent him with last time. Maybe this would be a little more secure. He could already imagine watching this when he was lonely for home and missing you badly. You kitten licked at his precum as you made eye contact with him through the phone screen, and he nodded. "Yeah. I'll add it to the special gallery of all the dirty Princess shit on my phone. Watch it when I'm craving you."

You moaned softly and buried your face in his balls, nuzzling him as he spread his legs a little wider. You wanted to get fucked. He knew that. And he wanted to fuck you again, too. So he was going to have to lay here and get through another exemplary blowjob without cumming on your face or in your mouth. But with Skittles protecting your ring from you, he smirked and tucked his free arm behind his head and just enjoyed it.

"Show me what you got, Baby," he encouraged as you ran your tongue back and forth across his balls, and then you started to suck gently. "Good girl." He let you go for a while, enjoying the feel of your lips and tongue and the soft suction. "How about you suck my cock wearing my jacket and name tag."

You got up onto your knees and flashed the BRADSHAW name tag and your tits for him. "That's my Daddy's name," you said with a bright smile, before leaning down and taking his cock deep with one smooth motion that left his hips bucking up while he gasped.

"Shit!" You looked up at him and hummed with your mouth full, eyes bright and proud of yourself. You bobbed up and down, fast and jerky, and Bradley succumbed to the various noises he wanted to make. You grabbed at his base and licked at him frantically as you rubbed yourself on the bedding, and he just knew you were going to love rewatching this fucking video as much as him. 

But now he was getting a little too close for comfort, and you were the one who said not to waste it. "You taking me for a ride?" he managed to ask as you sucked on his tip and massaged your saliva all over his balls. 

When you popped him free you whined, "I want to," before crawling up his body and kissing him. "Make me feel full?" you asked, and Bradley set the phone down to take your face gently between his hands and stroke your soft skin.

"Always," he whispered, pressing his lips to yours over and over. "I love you."

You moaned into his mouth and told him how much you loved him back between kisses that he didn't want to end. But soon enough you were pulling away and turning your back to him. He snatched up your phone again and recorded the way you eased the white jacket off your shoulders and also bunched it up so he could see your purple plug. You turned back to look at him as you gently took his cock in your hand and sank down around him.

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You loved the way it felt, but it was almost always on the verge of just being too much. The plug and Bradley at the same time filled you so much, it made you ache with pleasure. Every small movement had you whining his name. You knew he was still filming everything, but you didn't even have to act like you were about to get off, because it really was hopeless when he made you feel this good.

"Keep going, Baby," he encouraged as you rocked back and forth on his cock, clenching in need. Then you felt his fingers on your hip and butt before he found the base of your plug and gave you a little more pressure.

"It's too much!" you moaned as you rocked. "It's so good!" You turned around to watch him panting as he held your phone and pressed on your plug again. "You'll make me come," you gasped, and he just nodded in response. You held onto the fabric of his coat and rode him slowly, letting your pleasure build and build. The soft gripping you could feel turned to a clench that left your nipples hard. You took a few deep breaths, trying your best to talk, but you couldn't.

You came with him buried deep, so full you could only make a noise that had Skittles looking up at you from her bed as she cocked her head to the side. You were keening for Bradley, riding out your pleasure as he rubbed gentle circles on your hip and encouraged you. 

Once you started to slow, teeth chattering as you realized he was still hard, you looked at him and asked, "You didn't come yet?"

He shook his head dangerously slowly and handed you the phone again. The video had been recording for twenty seven minutes, and you gasped as he sat up with his cock still inside you. "I did not, Princess. What did I tell you earlier about my stamina?"

"Oh god," you gasped as one of his hands snaked around your body and inside the jacket to squeeze your breast. 

"Now," he whispered next to your ear, "get on all fours and I'll show you exactly what I mean."

You did as you were told, and Bradley pushed the jacket up higher on your back as he fucked you every bit as hard as he had in the kitchen earlier. Your face was buried in the bedding, and you weren't sure if you were even holding the phone correctly to catch it on video, but he was working you over good. And you took it with a smile on your face as Bradley lifted you away from the blanket with his hand wrapped gently around the front of your neck. 

"Be as loud as you want," he grunted. "Let the neighbors hear for all I care. I wanna hear it."

"Daddy!" you screeched for him as he filled you up with cum. "Daddy," you gasped, voice hoarse now as he let go of you. Slowly you eased your chest all the way down, but he plucked the phone out of your hand again. 

You heard him softly say, "Look at that. What a pretty mess," as he stroked your pussy and rear end which were still in the air for him. "What a gorgeous pussy."

"Bradley," you croaked, and he patted his wet cum against you before your phone ended up on the bed next to your face. You started giggling as he peeled his jacket off of you and collected you into his arms. "That was really fun."

You licked his sticky cum from his fingers as he looked at you in reverence. "That video is fucking filthy, and I love you with everything inside me." You giggled harder as he smiled and added, "I can't wait to watch it with you."

He helped you remove your plug and get cleaned up, and you were snuggled in under the blankets, eyelids getting heavy as Bradley slipped out of the bed. "Where are you going?"

"Give Skittles a little treat for being so good," he said, leaning down to kiss your forehead. You watched him walk across the room naked, his body tan and toned, his penis still impressive looking even when it was soft. 

"That dog is so spoiled," you mumbled as you rolled over and started to doze. 

"Yeah, well she's my best friend."

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Bradley woke up later than normal based on the amount of light peeking in through the windows. He needed to pick Noah up from Penny's before noon which would require driving past your old place which he didn't even like to acknowledge any longer. He watched the way you had your hand resting on his abs as you slept on him, your tits pressed against his side. 

As soon as he started to shift around in bed, he heard Skittles jump up and start to shake her collar. She was the best wing-pup, helping him keep the ring hidden from you last night. He gave her a piece of a leftover meatball late after you fell asleep, and he promised her something special for breakfast, too. And now the ring box was on the top shelf in the closet where you couldn't reach it with his old gym bag in front of it. 

"Daddy," you whined softly when he tried to get up. You wrapped your arm tighter around him. "I'm still tired."

Bradley smirked. "You're a little worn out? From last night, Baby?"

"Yes," you moaned against his chest. "Is that what you want to hear, Bradley? You have excellent stamina, and I'm worn out."

He rolled you gently onto your back and braced himself above you. "Yeah. That's what I wanted to hear." He bent his elbows in a push up position and kissed your forehead, but your hand snaked down between his body and yours and stroked his soft cock. "Not too tired after all?"

"No, I am," you told him as you closed your eyes again, but you were smiling as you kept going. "But I can tell you're not."

Bradley grunted and let you keep going for a minute more before he said, "Then why don't you just lay there and let me do all the work?" He took your smaller hands in his, and you opened your eyes as he pressed your palms to the sides of your breasts. 

"Titty fuck?" you asked quietly, almost shyly. Sometimes it was easy to forget how young you were by how well you rocked his whole world and took care of everything, but he nodded and you bit your lip.

He made sure his voice was gentle even as he positioned himself. "You've never done it before?" 

"No," you confirmed, tilting your head forward to kiss his tip. "But I want to. As long as you do all the work," you told him with a laugh.

"Mmm," he hummed. "My Princess can just lay there and look pretty." He guided your hands so his cock was nestled nice and tight between your breasts, and he started to move. "Damn." 

"Does it feel good?" you asked, your voice lazy as your eyes stayed half lidded. 

"Yeah," he groaned. "Looks hot, too." You giggled softly which only turned him on more, and he pressed his cock down against your sternum with his thumb and fucked your tits a little faster. You kept changing the pressure with your hands, and he could feel his balls starting to tighten as they were treated to the softness of your skin. 

You looked pleased with yourself when after a few more minutes, he was staring down at your face and panting. He was thinking about painting your lips with his cum to make it look like your signature lip gloss. When you spoke, he changed course immediately. "Don't waste it, Daddy. Come in my pussy."

"Shit," he grunted, knowing your words were going to throw him over the edge. He moved quickly, bracing one hand next to your shoulder, easing his body lower on yours, and thrusting himself deep in one go. You squealed and squeezed your tits as he fucked your wet pussy with two more strokes, and then he was coming right where you wanted.

You propped yourself up on your elbows. "Good job."

Slowly, he withdrew himself, and watched his cum seep out of your hole. "I'm sure you're really proud of yourself," he whispered, gently easing your legs together and covering you up again. 

"I am," you whispered, rolling onto your side, full of the mess he made. He kissed your bare shoulder and the top of your back as you sighed. 

"I'm going to feed Skittles, and then I'll go pick up Noah from Penny's. You just relax."

He only got a nod in response, and soon you were sleeping again. With Skittles on his heels the whole time, Bradley got dressed and made his way to the kitchen. "Okay, relax," he told the pup, scooping her up into his big hand so she didn't have to walk across the patio stones to get to the grass when he opened the back door. She licked his face before he set her down, and then she followed him back inside, plopping down near the refrigerator as he turned on the coffee maker. "Spoiled," he mumbled, cutting up another meatball while his coffee brewed, and he dumped it into her bowl. 

He was hungry, but he wasn't going to wake you up again. Not after the night you let him have. He grunted as he poured his creamer into his Aviation is for the Birds mug and got a bowl down for some cereal. The air show was coming up on Saturday, and he was going to need to get himself ready for that. Before he forgot, he ordered a pair of headphones to protect Noah's ears along with some earplugs for you. 

"She thinks I can't use a smartphone," he mumbled to Skittles as she finished her breakfast. Bradley poured a second bowl of cereal and set a few calendar reminders with a smile, and then he finished his food and cleaned up the kitchen. When he peeked in the bedroom, only your head was visible above the bundled up blankets. He grabbed his wallet and keys and made his way out to get Noah.

When Bradley drove past your little rental house, he saw that your idiot landlord must have had a new tenant now. It was strange to see a different car there. It felt like years since he'd been inside with you and Noah, eating spaghetti and falling in love. When he pulled up to Penny's, he parked and headed to the front door. Loud music was playing, and after he knocked, he tried the knob and opened the door a bit. 

Penny, Amelia and Noah were having a dance party in the front room, so he let himself inside. When Noah saw him, he burst into tears. "I don't want to go home!"

Bradley couldn't help but laugh as Penny turned the music down. "This is the first time he's cried," she promised, scooping him up. "Are you just upset because we were having so much fun?" Noah nodded, and she added, "You can come back another day, I promise."

Amelia gave Noah a kiss on the cheek, and then she walked past Bradley and gave him a high five. "If you need me to babysit, let me know. I'm trying to save money before college starts in a year."

"Actually, I could use your help on Friday," he told her, and she paused on her way into the kitchen.

"What time?"

"Five?"

"Sure," she replied, taking out her phone.

"And one more thing," Bradley told her as he took Noah from Penny's arms. "I'm going to need you to go to a local college, because I don't have the energy to look for a third new babysitter."

She kind of smirked, and Bradley was reminded of the way you had tried to hide your lipstick marks on his white pants from her. Then Noah wrapped his arms around his neck and whined. "I want to stay here."

Bradley kissed his son's forehead and said, "But Mommy's at home, and she wants to see you."

"Okay," he mumbled. Honestly, he just looked tired. He'd had a long day at the beach followed by a fun sleepover. "Thanks, Penny."

"Anytime," she replied, stroking Noah's curls and waving as they walked out to the Bronco. 

"Should we stop and get some coffee for Mommy on the way home?" Bradley asked as he pulled away. 

"Yeah," he replied. "She likes it."

"She does," Bradley agreed. "And we like to make her happy." He grinned and had to adjust himself in his jeans as he thought about you all worn out and smiley in bed. Maybe you'd be in the mood for it nice and slow later. How he was possibly still ready for another round was shocking to him. 

At the coffee shop, the baristas all made a fuss over Noah, and Bradley let him put some cash in the tip cup. Then he borrowed a sharpie and wrote Princess on your cup and took it home to you. He and Noah found you in the kitchen making sandwiches for lunch, and you immediately stopped what you were doing to pick Noah up. 

"Did you have fun?" you asked, kissing him all over his face.

"We danced," he told you as Bradley set your coffee down. "And I learned a song called Shake Your Groove Thing."

"A classic," you replied with a laugh. "I'll add it to our playlist. I made you lunch." You deposited Noah in his seat, and Bradley watched you set the sandwich that had been cut up into smaller pieces in front of him. Once he started eating, Bradley backed you up against the counter. 

"I don't know what the hell you did to me," he whispered, kissing your ear. "But I'm really looking forward to Noah's bedtime tonight."

You picked up your coffee and took a sip, pressing yourself against the fly of his jeans. "This is really good today. Did you flirt with a barista?" you asked, ignoring his words as your fingers stroked his zipper. 

He grunted. "I told them my Princess only gets treated to the finest things," he whispered as he pressed himself to your palm before walking away to let Skittles outside again. He smiled as you laughed. "Oh, and I got Amelia secured for Friday night, so you and I can go on the hospital tour before the air show on Saturday."

You were all smiles as you said, "I should order some noise canceling headphones for Noah."

Bradley smirked. "I already did."

"Wow, Daddy! Did you use your phone all by yourself?"

"I knew you were going to say that."

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Bradley slept like a log after he checked to make sure the engagement ring was still secure and then fucked you for a full hour. You were already tired. He knew you were, but he couldn't help himself. It was mostly just you and him having a sweet conversation while he was inside you. He held you in his arms and kissed you. The gentle roll of your hips kept him close to the edge for a long time, but he was able to hold himself off while you enjoyed two orgasms.

When he woke up for work on Monday, he got Noah ready and started getting cereal and fruit out for breakfast while you showered and dressed in your scrubs. "I need a day off," you mused when you walked into the kitchen.

"From work?" Bradley asked, frowning at you as he started up the coffee maker. 

"No," you said, kissing the top of Noah's head. "From you. Don't even ask later tonight."

Bradley was still smiling when he got to work after dropping Noah off. He sent you a dirty text that you'd probably see on your lunch break when he walked into the hangar. That's where he saw Nat with her hands on her hips talking to Javy, and Bradley could tell she was trying not to smile at him. They needed to make things official or stop fucking around once and for all. 

"Morning, Rooster," she called out without even looking at him.

"Did the two of you spend the whole weekend together?" he asked, earning two middle fingers from Nat and a very bashful look from Javy. He would take that as a yes.

As soon as Maverick called him to his Super Hornet, Bradley's phone started ringing. First Bank of San Diego. He ignored the call. It was probably spam since he didn't even have an account with them. As soon as he put the phone back in his pocket, it started ringing again. 

"What the fuck?" he muttered, ignoring the call a second time as he got his helmet on and made his way across the tarmac. He didn't have time to think about it at the moment as now both Maverick and Cyclone were watching him. He'd finally got himself back in Admiral Simpson's good graces, and he didn't want to fuck that up again.

He climbed the ladder up to his jet and silenced his phone to keep out the distractions. He flew with Nat who was extra aggressive, probably because he'd called her out about Javy which just made him laugh. When he checked his phone in the afternoon, he had nine missed calls, two of which were from Tracy's office. He called her back immediately, and when her receptionist answered, he put Bradley's call right through as an uneasy feeling settled in his stomach.

"Do you have a few minutes to talk?" she asked, and Bradley glanced around to find what seemed like every damn admiral on base out on the tarmac today.

"Not really, Tracy. What's going on?"

She sighed. "Can you stop by on your way home from work?" The way she answered his question with another question had him panicking.

"Is this about Meredith?" 

"Yes."

"Fuck! Yes, I can stop by on my way home."

Bradley's heart was pounding as he sent you a text essentially begging you to pick Noah up even though he promised you earlier that he could do it. He knew seeing Casey still grated on your nerves. And maybe he should have told you where he was going and who it was regarding, but he couldn't bring himself to make you worry about Meredith and Tracy right now. He was already doing enough of that for both of you.

Of course, Daddy. I'll pick him up. I love you.

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hii! your blog looks lovely and i can't wait to read your works!💮 can you write some cuddling/sleeping headcanons for childe, dainsleif, kaeya, kazuha and scaramouche with a fem!s/o, please?🌸

Cuddling Headcanons

Hi! I had some stuff going on, so I'm sorry I didn't get to writing this right away, but thank you so much for requesting!! I had so much fun with this, and I hope you enjoy it!!

𓇽 Childe 𓇽

✧ An absolute menace

✧ As soon as it’s time for bed, you better get your ass to bed

✧ I feel like he’d be really adamant about sticking to a bedtime?

✧ Like, as soon as the clock hits 10:00 it is lights out

✧ If you tried to keep writing, he would absolutely pick you up and carry you to the bed

✧ I could see him really loving the whole “rest your head on my chest” position

✧ It’d make it really easy to kiss the top of your head, which he does as much as he can

✧ Even if you’re taller than him, he loves when you just curl up into his side and sleepily kiss him good night

✧ Trust me when I say, he will m e l t if you’re clingy

✧ Overall, probably the cuddliest on here, especially since he is always down for snuggles

✧ Literally

✧ Anytime

✧ Anywhere

☽ Dainsleif ☾

✧ I think it’s safe to say that Dainsleif has very little dating experience

✧ Hell, he’s been alive for over 500 years, and I'm willing to bet most of that was spent alone

✧ So he’s probably very, very touch-starved

✧ I think it would take him awhile to warm up to physical touch, but once he does HOO BOY

✧ He’s definitely the kind of guy to wrap himself around you in his sleep, but no matter how many times it happens, he still wakes up so flustered and embarrassed

✧ Somehow, his face ends up squished into your chest

✧ Every

✧ Single

✧ Time

✧ Dainsleif is a boobs-man, and that also applies in a non-sexual way

✧ He just feels so safe and secure sleeping there, he can't help it

✧ I get the feeling that he has a lot of trauma that keeps him from sleeping, but the one thing that helps is your voice and your boobs

✧ He prefers when you sing, no matter how good you are, but if that makes you uncomfortable, he’ll gladly listen to you read a book, or simply tell him about your day

✧ Childe would definitely beg for cuddles, but Dainsleif is more reserved, so if you want snuggles, ask for them

✧ There is a 100% chance he wants to cuddle, too

✧ He’s just a little shy

❄ Kaeya ❄

✧ Big spoon big spoon big spoon big spoon big

✧ A cuddler from birth

✧ This man was born to cuddle

✧ Despite his cryo vision, Kaeya is constantly warm

✧ So in the winter?

✧ He’ll be your best friend

✧ I feel like his favorite way to cuddle is when he’s sitting, and you kinda just. Curl up in his lap?

✧ It makes his heart swell, knowing that you trust him enough to keep you safe while you’re asleep

✧ Would absolutely hold you on his lap during his meetings with the Knights of Favonius

✧ The only time he ever takes his gloves off is when you guys are cuddling, and he’s running his fingers through your hair, or along your back and arms

❀ Kazuha ❀

✧ A very sweet cuddler

✧ DEFINITELY a spooner

✧ I feel like he fluctuates between big spoon and little spoon

✧ Sometimes, he likes to nuzzle into your neck, and ‘protect’ you

✧ Other times, he just needs to be held

✧ I have a bit of a headcanon that Kazuha snores

✧ Not all the time. Not too loudly either.

✧ Just a little snort from time to time

✧ And I know it would be the CUTEST SHIT

✧ It is a fact in my mind that Kazuha can sing, so he’d sing you songs that he heard while in Inazuma

✧ The only light sleeper on this list

✧ So if you’re having a nightmare?

✧ No worries!

✧ Kazuha is there with a glass of water and a warm towel

✧ 10/10 would wife up in a heartbeat

⚔ Scaramouche ⚔

✧ Tells his underlings he doesn’t have time to do “worthless” things, such as “cuddle” and “date idiots”

✧ If you found out he said that though?

✧ He’d be 50% “Babe I would never,” and 50% “Damn straight, bitch"

✧ NOT open about being in a relationship

✧ Which translates into sleeping habits

✧ If you guys are at home, he’s all for it

✧ But if you’re part of the Fatui, and you’re on an overnight mission?

✧ He’ll avoid you like the plague

✧ Gotta keep up appearances, right?

✧ Honestly though, getting him to cuddle requires EFFORT

✧ I’d like to imagine that Scaramouche gets cold really easily, so the easiest way to get him to cuddle?

✧ Turn down the thermostat by a few degrees

✧ You’ll be feeling his gremlin toes pressed against your calves within minutes

✧ Won’t really cuddle, per say, but loves to intertwine his legs with yours he's honestly so cute pls

✧ A snorer

✧ A loud snorer

✧ He may be one of my favorites, but I said what I said

✧ Very easy to wake up, though, so if it’s bothering you that much, just give him a shake, and he’ll be up in seconds

✧ REFUSES to admit he snores, so whatever you do, do NOT tell the other Harbingers, unless you want him to suffer for the rest of eternity

[kingdaddydaichi]

NSFW Alphabet || Katsuki Bakugou

I had so much fun with this! Vodka may or may not have been involved in the making of this little ditty. 🍸 I hope you shameless hussies enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 😩

*Exhibit A:

(Source)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he gets clingy asf, but plays it off like it's something he's doing for your sake. He'll probably never admit that he feels so vulnerable after sex, but he does. If it was a rough session - which it usually is with him - he'll ask if you're okay, if you're hurt anywhere, kiss any marks he left on you - he's such a protective hero boi.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: he's not gonna lie, he's fully aware of how well-endowed he is. He really is proud of his cock, the way it makes you sing when he works it - and he knows how to work it okay? Favorite non-sexual body part - his arms. He works hard to keep them cut (as in lifting, not cutting). 😬

Yours: listen, Katsuki is an ass man through and through. Go ahead and tell me I'm wrong, I'm 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 listening 👏🏼. He loves to watch the subtle ripples he sends through your ass cheeks when he's driving into you from behind. Also, our big scary boomboom man appreciates a nice, thicc pair of thighs. Bonus points if they're muscular/toned - he loves the way it feels when your thighs have such a strong grip around him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's just say our boy's orgasms are explosive. He cums hard and loud, shooting long ropes of his hot seed. Consistency is about average, not too thick, not to thin, but there's a lot of it. He doesn't taste too bad - salty, but not too bitter. You're more likely to gag from the sheer volume and force of his cum hitting the back of your throat than the flavor.

His precum gets honorable mention here. It's fucking delicious. That is all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It took him no less than 2 years into your relationship to tell you this, and if you ever tell anyone he might actually kill you, or at the very least make your ass bleed. He hasn't gotten to the point that he's ready to try it yet, but he's not entirely opposed to the idea of you pegging him. Someday. It kinda does make his balls tingle a little just thinking about it tbh. He hasn't yet, but he thinks he might be ready to try working up to it and is really close to asking you to stick a finger in his ass and stroke his prostate. He's heard how good it feels and he's super curious to find out for himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced, actually. He's only had 1 or 2 lovers before you, BUT he's determined to be #1 at everything. Couple that with how perceptive he is and you've got yourself a winner of a loverboy. He's going to make damn sure that, even if things don't work out between you two, he will always ALWAYS be the best you've ever had. No other man will outdo him, E-V-E-R.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle all the way, baby. As stated before, he loves watching your booty jiggle every time he slams his hips against it. He gets off on spreading your ass cheeks to watch his slick-coated cock slide in and out of you. God he just loves hitting it from behind, makes his dick so fucking hard.

Bonus 2nd Favorite Position (couldn't help myself): you on your back with your ankles on his shoulders, your ass lifted off the bed, him on his knees and hugging those thick thighs of yours, keeping them closed as he reams into you. (Slight variation of this one: he leans over you, nearly folding you in half, putting you back on your shoulders with his hands pressing into the mattress beside you, angling you such that his prominent corona rubs over your g-spot as he drills down into you. 10/10 you're gonna scream his name when (not if) your liquid gushes all over him.)

Tell me the truth, am I a disgusting human being? Here are all the fucks I give:

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bakugou is serious asf about his sex game. This is not the time to joke around or poke fun at him, understand me? If you do he will get pissed and either fuck the silly out of you, or if he's feeling particularly ruthless he'll just stop altogether and let you ache for him as punishment until you beg him for release.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He takes care of his body, paying a lot of attention to his hygiene, which includes manscaping to keep his pubic hair trimmed and kempt. The carpet's just a shade darker than the drapes, like a honey blond. If he lets it grow out, it sticks straight out just like his head hair. It's actually kind of funny and he hates it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

*sigh* Let's be honest. Katsuki is not the super romantic type, at least not outwardly. However, if he realizes something he's doing is hurting you - physically or emotionally - he's going to stop dead in his tracks and hold you close, push his fingers through your hair, and tell you how much he loves you and how safe you are. He can be rough and he can be an asshole, but if he thinks he's genuinely hurt you at all, he's all over you, doing everything he can to make you understand that he will never let anyone hurt you, especially not himself. Got that?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jack off very often. You two share a very active sex life so he doesn't see the need to. If you have to be apart for more than a day or two, he'll rub one out. Or if the need hits him particularly hard and you're not available or in the mood, he's not above closing his eyes and reaching into his pants to wrap his thick fingers around his cock and start tugging.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lord Baby Jesus, where do I even begin? Kinky, kinky Katsuki. This man should come with warning signs and disclaimers.

First of all, he dom asf okay? Even if he lets you play with his ass someday, he's gonna be bratty about it. He's going to top from the bottom, hashtag facts. And trust that he WILL own you afterwards to securely reestablish his dominance.

Giving and Receiving: Hair pulling. DIRTY TALK - you think he's got a potty mouth in the streets? His mouth is downright filthy between the sheets. Loves it when you dirty talk right back to him. "You love taking my fat cock, don't you princess?" "Mm yessss, fuck me, Katsuki! Your cock feels so fucking good babyyy!" He eats that shit up.

Giving Only: Degradation. Praise. Spanking. Cockwarming. Dom/sub/power play. Shibari/ropework (he tried it bc you wanted to and he fucking loved it). Creampies. Begging. Discipline. Ravishment.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere inside your home/homes - bed, bathroom/kitchen countertops, kitchen/dining table, office desk/chair, any piece furniture is fair game really, up against a wall, washer/dryer, the fucking floor, ugh just all the places to fuck. Not one square foot is sacred tbh.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Wear something that showcases the curve of your butt. Doesn't have to be revealing per se, matter of fact he'll get possessive as fuck if you're showing too much skin in public. At home/privately though? He can't help himself. Dat ass tho...he is going to smack it hard enough that it stings and that's final, understand?

Tease him. You can't be obvious about it though. If he senses that you're doing it on purpose, it'll just backfire. But if you just so happen to brush against his crotch when you squeeze past him, it'll drive him crazy. Go commando in short shorts/skirt and cross your legs just so, his dick will twitch. Even better if you do shit like this in public where you know he won't act on it. But when you get home you best believe he's going to dick you down so hard, won't even bother to take said shorts or skirt off.

His ears and neck are his most sensitive erogenous zones. Whisper in his ear or kiss his neck and he's going to grit his teeth in an effort to fight back the shudder that threatens to rattle his bones.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Let's get one thing straight. Katsuki Bakugou does not share. This is non-negotiable. He will not agree to anything involving additional people - cuckolding, threesomes, orgies, exhibitionism, voyeurism (unless it's him watching you pleasure yourself - that he will gladly do, and probably start palming himself in the process).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving and receiving. Giving puts him in full control of your pleasure, receiving makes him feel like you're worshipping his cock, which you probably are. Have you seen this man's cock? Of course you have. Gatdamn.

Y'all, Katsuki's so good at eating pussy. Like how does one get that good at eating pussy? I don't even know, but god the way he flicks his hot tongue over your precious, tiny bud before wearing it down like a fucking feed bag? It's unnatural. Like it could be his backup quirk if blowing shit up doesn't work out. You've seen the way he licks his lips when he gets excited, everyone has.* He doesn't even bother swallowing while he's feeding on you so you just be dripping in slick and saliva and he's just slurping away. It's lewd.

*See Exhibit A above.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You already know this, but I'll say it anyway. His go-to fucking style is fast and rough, dominant and relentless, hard and dirty. But every once in a while he'll want to take you slow and deep and passionate. He'll hold you so tight in his arms and chest, you'll have to tap his shoulder sometimes to let you breathe. And he'll just roll his hips so fucking thoroughly both of you will feel every last inch, his pubic bone rubbing your clit so hard. You've told him so many times how much you love it when he makes love to you like this, but he maybe makes it a rare treat on purpose. 😈 Little shit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are difficult for our boy. It's not that he's against them, it's just that he savors every drop of sensuality, he has a tendency to draw the pleasure out as long as possible. He can’t help it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The idea of having public sex turns him on, but he's only done it with you a couple of times when he was 10000% sure you wouldn't be caught. He can't risk doing anything that would tarnish his reputation and goal of becoming the #1 Hero. He might be freaky as hell, but he needs a sex scandal like an Alaskan needs a refrigerator.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He loves you long time. He's a Taurus for fuck's sake (well, Aries/Taurus cuspie, but that just sweetens the deal). Great stamina. Grinds you down like a whetstone. Can last as long as he needs to to ensure you cum for him as many times as it takes for you to beg him to stop. If he feels himself getting too close while you're blowing him, he'll stop you and go down on you instead. If he's inside of you, he'll pull out and start kissing all over your body, sucking, nipping, licking until his urge to cum passes, then he pushes it right back in and keeps going.

If on the off-chance he does cum before you, he'll be ready to go again in about 20-30 mins. Just give him some motivation, he deserves it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn't own any toys when you first got together, but you did. He hated the idea of you using them though, especially when he's right there with you. You've since assured him that you don't want to use them to replace him, but to enhance the pleasure. So now you do use them from time to time.

The first time you managed to coax him into using a toy together, it was a small wireless bullet with a remote. When you brought it out and showed it to him, there was a wild glint in his eye. He carefully inserted the vibrator into you, his cock slowly following suit. He loved the fact that he had complete control over this thing, but later complained because the sensation of it against the head of his cock made him cum too fast. He still wants to use it sometimes though. 😏

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he can be so unfair. He loves teasing you until you're begging him to put his cock inside you. He's not so much into orgasm denial per se; he just loves to hear you beg him for shit - to let you cum, to suck his dick, to stop fucking you when you're overstimmed, etc.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lol he's fucking LOUD! And he's going to make you cum so hard that you're screaming his fucking name. There was a time when one or both of you lived in an apartment and the neighbors would bang on the wall behind your headboard.

Shit, what sounds does he NOT make? He growls, moans, grunts, groans, yells, swears, fucks you so hard you can hear the wet sound of slapping skin, hell even the bed protests. Another reason he doesn't fuck in public - he can't stay quiet enough to be discreet about it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Okay, as much of a wild sex beast as he is behind closed doors, he gets embarrassed so easily when your sex life is so much as hinted at around others. It's legit funny how flustered he gets about it.

If he goes into work real tired and Kirishima says, "Hey Bakubro, you look like shit this morning. You and (y/n) stay up too late?" while doing the finger in the hole gesture, Katsuki will just "Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair, or I'll blast your ass right through that fucking wall!"

Or if you two go out together with friends and the girls are talking about sex-related stuff, Katsuki will just roll his eyes and try to ignore it. But if one of them is all "So, (y/n), does Bakugou ever like accidentally let off explosions while you're doing it?" and you wink and say, "Only when he's especially *cough* frustrated *cough*". Katsuki will go red from his neck up to his hairline and start stuttering, sparks flying from his palms. "H-hey, d-don't tell them sh-shit like that! I-it's none of their god-goddamn b-business, (y/n), what th-the f-fuck?!" Meanwhile, you and the girls are in stitches while he stomps away, just mortified, bless his heart. When you catch your breath from laughing you'll follow it up with, "Looks like tonight's gonna be one of those nights", and you all lose it again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As has been mentioned, Bakugou's well-endowed. I figure he's packing about 7.5-8" in length x just under 2" wide. He takes some getting used to, that's for damn sure. Oh, and he's more of a shower than a grower. Like around 6" long x 1.5" wide when flaccid. Katsuki + sweatpants/basketball shorts = swinging dick print, alright sis? Take notes, this motherfucker visibly jumps when he does, class dismissed.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eh, he's surprisingly not ridiculously horny. Maybe a little above average sex drive? A lot of times hero work just takes it out of him and he comes home utterly exhausted and just needs a soft place to land, and you provide him with all the love and nurturing in your heart. ❤

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends, really, on the time of day and what type of day it's been. If it's late (like past 9pm lol) and he fought more villains than usual that day, he's probs gonna pass out pretty soon after. If it's earlier in the day - especially first thing in the morning - it gets him pumped and almost comically genki.

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"lists" | ron b. weasley (part one)

read part two here !!

summary; you and your boyfriend ron are both completely inexperienced, but one day he asks you what you like in bed. lucky for you, you actually made a list. and he's happy enough to play a few of those fantasies out.

tagged; @weasleyssupremacy

word count; 4.6k

content; smut, fluff, banter, making out, embarrassment, shit ton of blushing, mentions of kinks, mentions of teasing, mentions of hitting, mentions of choking, mentions of sex, mentions of praise, mentions of degradation, cursing, grinding, finger-sucking, spit, cum swallowing, first time foreplay (male receiving oral, female receiving oral), fingering, handjob kinda, orgasms, teaching/instructions, relatively realistic, no aftercare included but you know damn well ron'll take care of you, not really a specific dom/sub dynamic, inexperienced/house-neutral fem!reader, inexperienced boyfriend!ron, think that's it but lemme know if i forgot anything !

a/n; holy shit this took me hours !! in this fic, ron and the reader are sixteen years old. i'm from the uk, where the legal age of consent is sixteen — more specifically, in england, wales and northern ireland, a minor is considered a person under the age of eighteen. and i do not want to write smut about minors, i will never do that. so i did a little more research, standard wiki shite, and in scotland (where hogwarts is) that age is sixteen. sixteen year olds and up are no longer minors in scotland. i know many of you are from different countries and therefore may feel uncomfortable with this age because it doesn't reflect the definition of minor/non-minor in your respective countries, and that is perfectly okay !! i completely understand, hope this made sense bc i'm too fucking exhausted to tell. feel free to scroll by and find another fic to read, please put in a request for any of the harry potter characters if u wish, and have a lovely day :))

you hadn't done much with him.

just kissing, really. some grinding here and there. you were comfortable in each other's grasp, sure, but you both never quite went over that line, of more than kissing, of more than light touching.

didn't make you insecure. nor impatient. it was a comfortable kind of middle ground.

and in that middle ground, you were seated on his thighs, legs either side of him, kissing gently, tenderly. these were tepid, lukewarm, waters, just bordering on more, just bordering on scalding hot, and you didn't mind it. you didn't mind it at all.

pulling back, lips not too swollen, just pink, you smiled softly down at ron weasley.

"you okay?" he asked. you hadn't meant to start kissing, you were just talking, just hanging out, him levitating a marble in his empty bedroom, you reading a book and making sure he didn't try and levitate a lamp — that never went well. not with ron weasley. but he got bored, and your eyes wouldn't focus on the pages, and you'd forgotten your reading glasses and he'd kissed you sweetly, and you'd kissed him back and now... now, you were snogging. you didn't care much for that word. it sounded weird, and heavy, and hot. and things with ron (so far, at least) weren't weighted, and hot, they were warm, and soft, and him.

you took the time to rifle your fingers through his red hair. he'd been letting it grow, just a little, down to the nape of his neck. "yeah, you?"

he grinned cheekily, nose and cheeks flushed already. of course, this was the usual. one kiss from you turned him pink, not out of awkwardness, just passion, you supposed. it was rather cute. and he pushed you further up in his lap, not too close, but closer. you grinned back. you kissed. and you pulled away again, just to look at him.

he took in a sharp breath, before blurting out something he’d wanted to ask for the longest time, "what do you like?"

"hmm?" you tilted your head.

he swallowed. “what do you like?"

"i'm gonna need some context here."

"in bed." now you felt as flushed as he looked. to ask that question, it must've taken a lot of courage. he was a gryffindor after all.

even starting a sentence caused your breathing to pick up. "well, you know i've never done anything before..." that was true. but you'd done your research. you'd actually made a list of what you thought you might like, which was idiotic in retrospect, and quite childish, but you'd done it, and it sat in your bag with a burning prescence.

"but surely you know... ya’ know, what you might like?"

you settled back, more comfortably in his lap, arms still around his neck, but you were less close. "why're you asking?" you teased.

"you know why!" ron groaned, burying his head into your shoulder, and he felt your shoulders shake with nervous laughter.

"well, i guess, i have — well... nevermind." he moved back, face burning, with an eager smile plastered on his face.

"go on, tell me! i want to know."

"it's embarrassing!"

"i won't make fun."

"yes, you absolutely will."

"won't."

"will."

"just tell me."

you swallowed and chewed nervously at your lip. "i've made a list."

"alright, tell me." if he said 'tell me' one more time you would strangle him. speaking of choking, and all that —

"promise you won't judge?"

"promise."

"well it's more of... well, it's not a mental list. i've written it down."

a grin broke out on your boyfriend's face, and you smacked his bicep.

"oi, you said you wouldn't judge!"

"i'm not judging! it's just cute, 's all." his smile faded a little. "so, about that list... why don't you go fetch it?" he said, with a sideways nod of his head.

"fetch? i'm not a dog."

he made the excited face he always had before he told a bad joke. for fucks sake. "aw, well, i figured pet play would be on your list —"

"shut up, shut up, shut up!" with each 'shut up' you punched his chest and he crossed his arms over it to protect himself.

"hitting, is that your kink too?" well, you weren’t exactly opposed.

you groaned and swung your leg over him, "i'm gonna go get my fucking list."

getting up and 'fetching' your bag, you searched through it and found your little, blue notepad. as soon as you'd returned to the four poster bed, ron reached out to grab it, and you quickly pulled back.

"no, i have more than just 'kinks' in there. and i don't wanna tell you everything."

"why not?" he was genuinely confused. that was the problem with these weasley boys: no boundaries.

"if i tell you everything about me then what secrets will i have left?"

"secrets are overrated." he stared blankly at you, shrugging, but still wrapped his arms around your waist comfortably as you swung your leg back over to sit on his thighs. as you flipped through the pages of the notepad, you found what you had been searching for. 27 pages in, hidden between random pencil scrawls, was your list. you'd learned about sex from books, and your friends' experiences, and being a sixteen year old at what is technically a boarding school. and though that wasn't the highest form of education, you knew enough to keep safe, and to feel good, and ron knew enough, too. "so, start reading!"

looking over the first line, your cheeks burned and you shook your head. "i can't say that!"

"want me to turn around?"

"no, i — no. i'm just gonna..." you slid all the way up his lap, ron attempting to ignore that you were right over his crotch in a pair of pretty blue jeans, and hid your face in the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, embarrassed by your childish ways.

"c—" ron's voice broke, and you fought a smile, "comfy?"

"yeah. i'm ready now." you swallowed, breaths shallow and voice shaky as you brought your list up to your eyes. "um, well, i've heard about, uh —" he rubbed a hand up and down your back. you couldn't see him, but he was grinning and biting his tongue in anticipation. "pet play."

"you bloody liar, tell me the real list! don't be a pussy."

"fine, fine. no pet play. but i, uh, think choking sounds hot." your voice was slightly less shaky as you kept your flaming cheeks out of view. ron was bright red, too.

"uhuh. what next?" his voice was quiet and trembling now, grip on your waist tighter. the atmosphere of his dorm room had completely shifted.

"and, um, teasing. 's hot." your eyes flitted to the next word, trying to keep your composure as ron's grip on your waist tightened even more, keeping you still on top of him. "i like being praised, but being degraded is — it sounds... good."

ron had to fight the urge to groan, not out of frustration, but pure lust. you were by no means innocent, in fact, you tended to make a sex joke every day, or comment 'that's what she said' at every euphemism, but he never expected to hear those words actually slip from your lips. he couldn't speak, his voice got stuck in his throat, and he knew if he even tried his voice would break and go all high-pitched.

"then, hair pulling. hard sex, soft sex." both of your hearts were beating so fast, and you squeezed your legs against him. it was a nervous action, but you didn't expect him to let out a high gasp, and you certainly didn't expect him to grow firmer beneath you. "spanking, breeding, maybe, we'll see." he closed his eyes and let out a low exhale that he’d been holding in.

you pressed your hips harder down onto him, and his nails dug into your thighs. you'd been in this position before, while kissing, but this felt like pure filth, you telling him what you wanted him to do to you, and him just listening, and him getting hard. i mean, he'd been hard beneath you before, on top of you even, but it never led to anything more, and you didn't think you'd ever felt him this hard.

"i — i think i like biting. anywhere, really. not too hard. you have to be gentle with me." you had pulled back a little now, eyes still glued to your notepad, head turned a little so your lips were almost touching his ear. tentatively, you looked away. the tips of his ears were burning hot, and red. you took the lobe between your teeth, biting softly, tongue darting out just a little. his hips bucked up into yours, and you both moaned quietly. "and licking." you slid your tongue over his warm skin, just below his ear, then curved your spine to lick further over the expanse of his neck, causing him to let out another breathy moan.

"fuck..."

"and, spit. i think it's hot. i've thought about it, about you, before. i dunno." you kept your tone unsure, in hesitation. you had more on your list, just things you found hot, situations you found hot, but you closed it and pulled back, unwrapping your arms from around his neck and fiddling with the notepad between your fingers. that was enough, for now. ron was breathing heavily. you were breathing heavily. everything felt hot, and heavy, and it wasn't the norm, not with ron, but you liked it.

"th— that was... good. a good list." he choked, hands still on your thighs.

"yeah."

a tense silence settled between you, until he wrapped one arm around your waist, hand slipping up your back, the other in your hair, and brought you into a feverish kiss. you grinded down on him, moaning into his mouth feeling the reminder of how hard he was, chucking the list to the side and sliding your hands up his shirt as your tongues explored each other's mouths. it felt good. really good. better than you could have expected.

ron gently nibbled at your bottom lip, before pulling away and moving his focus to your neck. you tilted your head to the side, hurriedly moving your hair to the side to give him better access. he licked teasingly up your neck, and you dug crescent moons into his abdominal as he began sucking and biting at the skin beneath your ear, and your pulse point, and soon your collarbone, and before you knew it your sweater was pulled off and he sucked and licked against the skin right above your breasts. this was the first time he'd seen you without a top on, just in a plain, black bra, and he was damn well going to savour it.

you tried to hold back moans, but it seemed impossible when he was burning beneath you, so you did what was natural. you grinded against him and whined as he trailed wet kisses all over your chest, and after a while of you arching your chest into his mouth, you realised what he was doing.

your voice came out breathless, almost breaking. "you're teasing me."

he stopped his trail of kisses to move his face back to yours. "what, you thought i wasn't listening?"

"well, stop." you whined, scratching your nails over his abdomen once more, earning a shallow moan from him.

"i thought you liked it." he tilted his head, almost smirking.

you swiped your tongue over your bottom lip, chest heaving, as you took your hands from under his shirt. "just touch me. please." ron took a moment to take his own shirt off, and you admired the freckles dotted over his pale yet flushed chest and shoulders until he wrapped his arms around you, unhooking your bra clumsily, fingers shaking with lust. you gripped his shoulders, fingers gliding over each mole as your eyes darted over his features.

"so fucking pretty." he licked and kissed underneath your right breast, cupping the other one in his large hand, and your mouth dropped open, brows furrowed in pleasure as he took a nipple into his mouth, looking up at you as you grinded down onto him.

"ron, fuck, i'm too sensitive."

you watched him grin as he slowed his movements and instead licked softly once over your nipple as you threw your head back. you were the hottest thing he'd ever seen. well, he'd only ever seen his brother's porn magazines so there wasn't much competition. but he could say without a doubt that you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, your back arched, your head thrown back, your chest flushed. so pretty. but if he didn't speed things up he was sure he would cum in his jeans. you caught his lips in yours once more, struggling with the buckle on his jeans. you knew you wouldn't have sex, not today. but other things were always possible. that thought made your head spin with anxiety and need.

after a little while, you resorted to quickly tugging off your own jeans, ron doing the same, and soon you were back in the same position, except you could really feel him against you. you both looked down at the sight of you in your panties on top of him in his blue boxers, and both laughed breathlessly, kissing once more before you slid off and between his legs. if you'd stayed any longer, he might've felt how fucking wet you were.

"y/n..."

"it's okay, i want to do this. do you? we don't have to." he nodded his head, bottom lip between his teeth. "okay. just tell me what to do, okay? tell me what you like, ronnie."

‘ronnie’ didn't think he'd last that long when your hands were gripping at his thighs and you were on your knees, in only your underwear, between his legs. "okay. yeah."

you cautiously slipped down his underwear, pausing for a second as his flushed and red cock smacked up against his stomach. fuck, he was big, and already dripping precum. you were almost mesmerised with him before you remembered that he might be self conscious, so you proceeded to slip his underwear all the way off, throwing it off the side of the bed and coming closer to him, laying on your stomach and trailing a finger soothingly up and down his thigh. "so pretty." you teased, mimicking him from before, but as you looked up at his desperate face, mouth open, cheeks red, brows raised slightly, you decided that maybe teasing wasn't the best decision in that moment.

so, you wrapped a hand around his cock, feeling it twitch in your hand as ron moaned, head thrown back just like you had before. "that feels good."

"i haven't even done anything yet." you chuckled, looking up at him expectantly until his blue eyes met your own. "tell me what to do."

he gulped. "right, so you just wanna... make your hand wet. spit in your hand. you should like that." he couldn't believe he was saying this to you, or even joking in this moment, because right there, he was totally and utterly at your mercy.

you removed your hand from him, finding your mouth already salivating, and instead of licking your hand, you gathered your spit and let it drop from your tongue down onto it. he groaned as you looked up at him. fuck, he definitely wouldn't last long if you did more shit like that. taking your slick hand, you guided it up and down his cock, hesitantly dragging it over the tip, making him buck up into your hand and drip out even more precum. "fuck, uh... be careful with the tip. it's sensitive."

"sorry." he went to tell you not to apologise, but then you avoided going directly over the tip, collecting more of the precum, and the amount of spit and slick on your hand was creating lewd, wet sounds. if he tried to speak now, he’d probably just whine. testing the (now, scalding hot) waters, you dragged your tongue up his shaft, and he moaned even louder. he seemed to like that, so you did it again, and again, then put the tip in your mouth, pushing your lips down onto it until you got scared that your teeth would graze him.

"fuck, just like that, y/n, you’re so good."

seems he took more notes than you gave him credit for. or maybe this was natural? shit, is this how he spoke normally? he would drive you insane.

and how the fuck did people not use their teeth? at this point, you wanted to hear more of those beautiful sounds coming from your boyfriend's mouth, but also wanted to ask him. so you slowly took your mouth off, making him look down at you in concern.

"ron, how... i'm worried i'll use my teeth."

ron wasn't sure how to answer that, being just as inexperienced as you were, but he tried to use what he heard his friends talking about in the boys dorm.

"i think you just, try to wrap your lips down over your teeth. or you purse your lips. like an ice pop." you chuckled, and so did he. "i guess you have to make your tongue flat and then cover the top ones."

"okay, i'll try..." but before you went down again, he spoke once more.

"and, don't swallow the cum. doesn't taste great."

you nodded, and he watched you as you tried the technique, getting down even further, causing him to grip at your hair. he didn't push you down, just needed something to hold onto other than the bedsheets, that was all. and after all, you did quite like hair pulling. you moved his thick cock in and out of your mouth, wrapping your hands around the parts where your mouth couldn't reach, and looked up as ron's grip tightened on you. you didn't bother touching his balls — that was an experiment for another day.

"fuck, i'm gonna cum," you moved your mouth to just the tip, as more groans left his lips. "y/n, shit, don't swallow, just take your — fuck, take your mouth off."

you were stubborn. so stubborn in fact, that you kept suckling at the tip of his cock as he jerked up into your mouth, body freezing, as you swallowed load after load. you just wanted to please him. and thank merlin you'd done all those water (and to be honest, butterbeer) chugging competitions with lee, or you'd have been absolutely done for. he was right, it didn't taste good, at all. it was salty, and bitter, and as you took your mouth off him and let his slowly softening dick slap against his thigh, you almost winced at the flavour.

ron's chest was pink and flushed with perspiration, head thrown back against the headboard and eyes firmly closed, recovering. "fuck. told you."

"'s not the worst thing in the world. i'd do it again."

"don't say that or i'll get hard again." he reached for his boxers off the side of the bed, awkwardly slipping them on in a sitting position.

you chuckled, reaching to his bedside table to gulp down some water, head fuzzy and chest warm with the accomplishment of pleasing your boyfriend. he wiped a hand over his forehead, taking the glass out of your hand to take a big sip himself before putting it down.

"well, that was exhausting." he groaned.

"tell me about it. my bloody jaw hurts." you grinned, and he smiled back and rushed to peck you on the lips firmly, sending you to fall back against the covers as he hovered on top of you. "what're you doing?"

"don't think i'm done with you just yet." he grinned, but faltered. "unless you don't want to. i don't want to force you or anything, just tell me if —" you shut the clumsy boy up with another kiss, clasping your hands behind his neck and grabbing at his soft hair, wrapping your legs around his waist. you clenched around nothing as you felt his soft cock beneath his boxers against your soaked panties.

"it'd be my pleasure." you muttered against his lips. and he grinded into you once more before moving you so your head was against the headboard, and him between your legs.

"oh, how the turn tables, hmm?"

"shut it, loverboy." you shook your head, biting your lip and looking down at him as he trailed his nails down your inner thighs, making you arch your back a little. "and what did i say about teasing?"

"that it's hot." his crooked smile made your stomach clench.

"that you should stop." your complaints were ignored as the humour in the room dropped, and he looked at the wet patch seeping through your underwear. he seemed transfixed, swiping the pad of his thumb over it, before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them off, tossing them to the side.

taking his middle finger, he swiped it through your soaked folds, making you whine. "you're dripping." his voice got much deeper, and his throat felt dry, but if he opened his mouth he was sure he'd drool. "did it turn you on, sucking..." he cleared his throat. "sucking my dick?"

you didn't reply, just bucked your hips up into his touch as he paused.

he pressed on. "so?"

"yes, it did." you were so desperate that you actually pouted your lips. seeing ron talk so dirty, despite his hesitance, was the second reason you were dripping. you didn't know he'd be like that. though you should've expected it.

but his shyness hadn't left just yet. "can you... can you tell me what to do?"

you tried to catch your breath, his finger was still over your clit, not firmly pressing, just there. you got distracted for a second, looking down and subtly pushing your hips up, before you bit your lip, swallowed, and met his eyes again. he seemed to be amused by that. "uh, so... you just get your fingers nice and wet, first."

it even surprised ron when he removed his finger from you, and held up his hand to your mouth. your breath hitched. "you're probably wet enough anyway, but go on, then. 's what you like, right?"

you nodded nervously, taking his wrist and putting three of his fingers into your mouth. you sucked them in, making sure to get enough drool all over 'em, before messily removing them and letting spit string down to your tits. ron watched it all, dick growing hard again. he was sure now. you would be the hottest thing he'd ever see in his entire life. you let go of his wrist as he let the rest of the spit drip onto your pussy, the air leaving you cold as he spread it around with his fingers, up your folds, circling your hole. the avoidance of your clit made you throw your head back, as he teased you. he knew exactly where the clit was, frankly, it was pretty clear to see, all red and swollen and big. he was doing this on purpose.

"please, ronnie." you whined.

"okay, okay. what next?"

"you need to touch my... my clit. and maybe put a finger in, but, be gentle, please?"

"you've never fingered yourself before?" his voice broke.

"i tried, just one, but, it's not really comfy when i do it. too tight. fingers aren't long enough, maybe. i don't know." you swallowed nervously. speaking about your personal sexual experiences was embarrassing. ron found it hot.

he took your advice, slick fingers brushing over your clit, then paying more attention to it, playing with it, even pinching it, turning you into a whimpering mess. figuring you were prepared enough, ron gently dragged his middle finger over to your hole. "gonna put a finger in, now. ready?"

"yeah, please."

you gasped and gripped his arm. he eased in slowly, and fuck, you were tight. you'd broken you hymen before, probably by either walking, riding your bike, or simply experimenting on yourself, so there was no resistance as he reached his finger all the way in, just a slight discomfort on your part. he almost began to start moving, but you tightened your grip. "just a second, ron. your finger's bigger than i'm used to." that sentence made him rut into the bed, as he followed your instruction and stayed still. your body relaxed, and he even felt you begin to unclench around him, your ridges less restricting. "it's okay now, you can — fuck."

he'd started sliding his finger in and out, slowly, as soon as you gave the 'okay', and this was definitely better than you could have ever done to yourself. you weren't sure you could come just from this, but you didn't care, it felt good. you'd heard one way to make it better, though.

"try curling up your finger — oh." if this boy could only give you a chance to breathe. that change in movement was hitting a spongey spot inside you that made you clench your thighs together, which he fixed by using his elbow to spread one, and his free hand to hold down the other. you brought one foot up to his back, needing some kind of stability. "you okay?" he asked, which was a loaded question considering that his thumb accidentally brushing over your clit made your entire body jerk, and you weren't just okay, you were bloody brilliant, the blinding pleasure bordering on pain.

"fuck, touch my clit, please." you moaned, head thrown back as he did as you said, making your entire body spasm. you were so close, so fucking close, and you practically rode his fingers as you thrashed up and down, tits bouncing. you were just about to tell him you were gonna come (though with you non-stop clenching around his one finger, it was pretty obvious) when he decided to try something, removing his thumb from your clit and instead sucking onto it.

he'd heard about eating girls out, and it was something he'd always wanted to do to you, to drive you crazy, and if he couldn't do it now he was going to at least include his mouth into some of the action. he wanted to taste you.

with this surprise, you came hard, the heel of your foot pressing into his back, his hand working hard to hold down your other thigh, stomach clenching and eyes rolling back. you were moaning so much and so loudly that you were glad almost everyone was out at hogsmeade. as you came down from your high, ron removed his lips from your clit and slowly removed his finger, your aftershocks trying to suck him back in. your back, forehead and chest were sweating, your entire mouth dry as your eyes stayed closed. ron rubbed his hands soothingly up your thighs as your body spasmed again, and brought himself up to kiss your forehead, a grin that you couldn't see playing at his lips. he wrapped his arms around you as you sighed and leaned into him.

"fuck." you sighed, opening your heavy eyes and glancing at ron who licked the rest of your cum off his fingers, looking up at the ceiling. you were still clenching around nothing. that was the hardest you'd ever came, even better than the showerhead — oh, ron would have an absolute riot if he knew you used the showerhead. "thank you."

he gave you that dumb fucking grin, the one he always had before making a bad joke. "orange you glad you read out that list?"

"shut up and kiss me. idiot."

[kerizaret]

You are SO RIGHT for all of these op, I agree with all of them wholeheartedly

If i may add some of my hcs for sick wxs:

♧ Rui is always force-fed veggies while he's in a weakened state and can't protest. He INSISTS that it makes him feel sicker and worsens his state (it doesn't) and why would anyone subject him to such torture

♧ he generally takes liquid medicine. Hates taking pills he has to swallow. If it doesn't dissolve in his mouth he will refuse to take it unless forced, and only with the help of something to drink

♧ his brain lags while he's sick. He is idealess, his usual creativity is GONE, his analytical skills when he watches musicals or reads books are nowhere to be found and he DESPISES it. Because he's not just bored out of his mind, he feels like finally he has time to work on things because he has to stay home and yet he's wasting it. He's restless. Has to repeatedly be reassured that it's fine to just rest without coming up with 15 new inventions and script ideas in the meantime

♧ finds it hard to sleep (even harder than usual) with a stuffed nose and headache and sore throat and fever and whatever else he has, with no thoughts to occupy his head. Often can't fully fall asleep unless he's thoroughly distracted from his illness by something, so he often watches movies or reads to sleep

♧ more easily irritated/nauseaus by strong smells or the feeling of sweat on him or unpleasant textures

♡ Emu is absolutely SPOILED by her family while sick. They would steal the moon for her and wrap it in ribbons and gift paper to present at her bed if she asked for it. Shosuke watches some movies he'd generally comment as "childish" or "stupid" and "predictable" with her with no jabs or comments. Keisuke and her father buy her whatever she wants at the moment. Hinata reads her bedtime stories. She probably gets served her favourite breakfast in bed

♡ contrary to Rui, she is absolutely filled with new and wonderhoy ideas. Has many more dreams, since she also tends to sleep a lot when sick, too, and she always calls or messages the other members to tell them all about it and how they can use it.

♡ her energy is sucked out of her. Becomes more sluggish and sloppy. Moving around too much makes her dizzy. She dislikes it a lot because she hates feeling chained to one place and not being able to jump around and be energetic

♡ like op said she constantly texts or calls people because she easily feels lonely and needs company, but that also includes her classmates to ask what they've been doing in class or send them pictures or some drawings she did while bored and talk about her ideas

♡ she's the quickest to recover from illness of the four

◇ once Tsukasa FINALLY resigns to his fate and admits he's sick, he does not allow anyone within the 10m radius of himself without a face mask. Generally avoids interaction and being close to people so that they won't catch what has (even though it's hard and a bit lonely) (avoids Saki especially like the PLAGUE)

◇ consequently, he subconsciously gets a bit touchy for a while once he's healthy again to make up for that. He is unaware of this fact but others just let him

◇ "I wonder if i can learn how to portray a weak or sick character better from this experience..." / "Is this how one would feel when under an effect of a curse, or when stabbed?" / "This kind of a scratchy voice would fit a character like this a lot, I should remember this and try to imitate it later..." / "Hmmm do you think when someone is in love they also feel this kind of chest pain like after coughing? ...No? ...What do you mean I shouldn't feel chest pain"

◇ still tries to practice (fails. Gets dizzy easily and can't focus. Has even bigger memory problems than usual and quickly forgets lines)

◇ very easily gets emotional when sick, both with positive and negative feelings. Huge mood swings. Can get frustrated by the smallest inconvenience, or cry because his mom baked cupcakes

♤ Nene is the most prone to illness and also the most prone to fall back into illness again soon after recovering if she's not careful

♤ gets more snarky and irritable, especially when very tired. Complains a lot. Not a big fan of being coddled or being told what to do. She admits she's not the greatest company when sick but appreciates it a lot when someone stays with her regardless

♤ a bit too dependent on medicine and sometimes accidentally overdoses and makes herself feel worse instead. Tsukasa is on her case about it. He also recommends her lozenges for her voice

♤ constantly forgets to hydrate. At this point Rui sets reminders for her on Robo-Nene to make her drink enough

♤ often rewatches comfort movies or replays comfort games, sometimes even several times

♤ there were several instances where she completely lost her voice because she tried to practice despite being sick. WxS was not impressed

♤ prone to nosebleeds

♤ it's hard for her to get back into physical form after being sick, she gets tired easier and quickly runs out of breath. Often has to take it easy to not relapse. She feels useless because of it but is constantly reassured it's natural and she can take her time

i'm suffering from the Plague of the Dark Forest (the common cold) so here: wxs and how they deal with being sick

rui

rui does not get sick very often but when he does, it hits him like a TRUCK. not only that, but it takes him ages to even realize that he's feeling BAD in the first place. tsukasa, emu, or nene have to literally point out that he looks terrible for him to realize that oh, he feels like shit. as soon as he realizes that he is, well, SICK, he is chained to his bed/sofa/whatever he sleeps on for days and has to be spoonfed because he physically cannot lift his arms. wxs doesn't buy any of his "i'm feeling better than ever. tip top shape, in fact" bs, by the way.

emu

literally does not get sick. she is an immoveable force of nature, a brick wall. germs fear her. bacteria quake at the mention of her name. rhinovirus who? HOWEVER. on the rare occasions where she does get sick, i think she'd be the clingy type. HATES that she has to stay home and in her room alone and desperately needs some kind of company or external stimulation, whether it be talking with the virtual singers through her phone or texting wxs. she would assure them that she's fine, but really just wants to see her friends in person again :')

tsukasa

if tsukasa got sick, the world would end. his sneezes would shake the earth's core and change our geography completely. my online friends would end up being my neighbours.

firstly, he'd panic internally just a bit once he realizes that his nose feels a bit too stuffy and the tickle at the back of his throat is bothering him more than it should. he'd be completely confuzzled, after all, he spends a good chunk of his time just SANITIZING. he'd be all "ho ho ho what the fuck! there's no way! i, future star tenma tsukasa, caught the common cold?!?" he'd tear his room down, cleaning every single nook and cranny and dumping all his clothes into the laundry machine and downing pills and hoarding up on vitamin c so that he could possibly evade his fate (doesn't work). similarly to rui, he'd deny that he's feeling bad in order to keep working on shows but it eventually catches up to him and he has no choice but to rest.

nene

catches colds as the seasons change and the temperature shifts. she has like two assigned weeks a year for her sickness and deals with it normally: rotting in her bed and curling up into a shivering ball while trying to focus on a video game on her phone and failing miserably. her biggest worry each time is how her cold will affect her voice, deeming her unable to sing properly, but wxs is very understanding and reassure nene of her guilt. tsukasa ends up recommending different herbal remedies and teas that soothe the throat, and albeit nene is hesitant to try something tsukasa suggests, she begrudgingly admits later that they WORK.

[soleilsuhh]

— soon the cold night falls.

plot. when you went to doyoung’s place to study, you didn’t expect to end up staying the night and sleeping on the same bed.

pairing. doyoung x gender neutral! reader.

genre. college!au. fluff. suggestive. pining. good ol’ sharing-a-bed trope.

word count. 1.8k words.

you had been falling behind in maths, which was why you asked doyoung to help you study. although you didn’t have the same major, you knew he was more than proficient in the subject. he had eventually agreed to help but not without calling you an idiot first. this was how you found yourself in his rented studio apartment where he lived off-campus, about fifteen minutes from the university.

suddenly, you felt a hard but painless tap on your hand.

"are you listening?" he demanded, the look on his face is evident that he already knew the answer. he sighed, "pay attention, y/n, this topic is important."

"it seems like even you can't make maths interesting,"

he shot you a look at which you responded immediately by raising your palms up slightly in surrender, topped by a cheeky grin. you tried your best to focus as he continued with the explanation but by the time he reached to the next page, your thoughts began to drift away from the formulas and to the fact that the two of you were alone.

it wasn't as if this was the first time you had been alone with him in a room; you weren't sure why you were feeling jittery and why your foot was bouncing of its own accord under the table.

"—will you stop zoning out!"

his raised voice and the sound of frustrated slam of pen on the table startled you, effectively pulling you away from your thoughts.

surprisingly, the rest of the tutoring session went by smoothly. but it seemed like at some point while studying for what felt like forever, you fell asleep. when you woke up, you were pleasantly surprised to feel a jacket wrapped securely around you, and that its owner was also asleep in front of you, using his own arm as a pillow. his face was serene, the soft breathing making the world outside seem to stand still.

you grabbed your phone, trying to ignore the odd feeling in your heart. looking at the screen, you jumped, nearly causing the jacket to fall off your shoulders. it was already midnight, and you were still at his apartment. you reached over to shake doyoung awake, and as he rubbed his eyes, you showed him the lit-up screen.

he momentarily froze in his movements. "huh." he looked at you, "sorry, i didn't mean to fall asleep; i was planning to wake you up before your dorm curfew," he paused and after a moment, he said: “do you want to stay here tonight?”

your heart involuntarily beat faster at that and you brushed it off. it was probably a good idea; you were already an hour past the curfew. you said ‘okay,’ before calling your roommate to inform them. they sounded sleepy but nonetheless, relieved to hear from you. as you talked on the phone, doyoung walked over to his dresser and your gaze lingered after him.

“catch,” he said, throwing a simple tee and sweatpants at your direction just as you hung up.

you caught them clumsily.

“thought they might be more comfortable than your jeans, but you don’t have to change if you don’t want to,”

you smiled at him, “thank you,” you brought the clothes closer to get the whiff of fresh scent, “they smell really nice,”

he scoffed but not unkindly.

as you shuffled towards the bathroom to change, he began to put away the books on the table. when you came out, the table was cleared, everything neatly stacked and an extra bedding was spread out on the floor along with a pillow.

"you take the bed," he said, gesturing towards it.

you blinked at him for a moment then delcared, "hell no, this is your place anyway; i can sleep on the floor,"

"exactly, this is my place, so i make the rules," he said, "take the bed,"

you refused to move, not giving in but also uncertain about what to say. this was such a conflicting situation you were in; why did you care that much if he slept on the floor? why were your eyes so fixated on the fact that there was no extra blanket for him? what was this clenching feeling in your stomach?

"the bed is big enough for two people..." you awkwardly suggested. "i mean it's not like we've never shared a bed before,"

it's true; you had taken so many naps together - that was back in primary and middle school, yes, and things might not be the same anymore.

you could have sworn that you saw doyoung's movements stop after hearing your suggestion but he continued whatever he was doing on his phone. his lack of response was a clear enough answer for you.

"um, fine then," you said with a hint of despondency.

"i guess we can keep a pillow between us," his voice came. "i don't have an extra blanket too, anyway and it gets cold at night," he paused a brief second and lifted his head to look at you, "are you sure you're okay with sharing a bed?"

you nodded, a little too eagerly, a little too fast, "yeah, i'm okay with it! sounds good!"

the two of you remained motionless on the bed. it was awkward. you couldn't tell if he felt the same or if he was already asleep. he was lying still on his back, eyes closed and face relaxed.

you tried not to move too much, but you couldn't help yourself from restlessly tossing and turning, pulling the cover that you were sharing slightly closer to your body. he was right; the night was really cold.

suddenly, you felt a hand on yours, not grabbing it, just resting there and applying enough pressure to get your attention. you noticed how warm his hand was and you cherished it.

"y/n," his voice was soothing in the quietness of the night, "stop moving so much,"

you stopped and his touch, warm and gentle, lingered before he completely retreated his hand.

after a moment, you lifted your head slightly, "doyoung?"

"hmm?"

"i'm cold,"

he eventually opened his eyes and got out of bed with a sigh; he headed towards his dresser, the path dimly lit by the moon and then he came back with a hoodie which he tossed at you. "here,"

you mumbled a 'thank-you' as you put it on, feeling both thankful yet also...disappointed. you weren't sure why though. what exactly were you expecting anyway?

once again, both of you lied down on your backs, neither moving; his eyes closed, and yours wide open. minutes passed before you began to feel restless again. somehow, your mind wouldn't stop thinking about how warm his hand was and how yours was itching to be held again.

you turned your body to completely face him as you edged closer to the pillow barrier between you two. "doyoung?" you tried.

you waited a few seconds.

"what?"

"i'm still cold,"

you waited a few seconds. a few more. and a few more.

you were certain you wouldn’t get a response anymore. he was probably tired and dying to get some sleep. and he already gave you a hoodie; what more could he do for you?

sleepless, you found yourself distracted by how pretty he looked in the pale moonlight that came through the window. you noticed an eyelash on his cheek and tentatively, you reached over to gently brush it away. you were tempted to wake him so that he can make a wish but that probably wasn't a good idea. despite how warm his hand was, his face was cool under your touch, his skin so soft that you found yourself lightly trailing a finger along his features; first his cheekbone, then his nose, and when your finger reached his lip, his breath deepened and his eyelids moved albeit still closed. you stopped dead.

you weren't sure whether knowing that he was awake made you feel more nervous or more delighted. perhaps both.

your fingertips lingered on his skin, waiting for him to stop you but he didn't. you felt compelled to continue and that’s what you did; your fingers began moving again, trailing over the shape of his lips. with each passing second, your movements gained more sense of ease and certainty as your feathery touch brushed along his jawline, creeping down his neck, and then his collarbone.

you watched, marvelled as his breath hitched softly.

your fingers edged up his neck again.

and his hand grabbed your wrist. there it was. that warm touch of his.

he opened his eyes and your gazes locked.

the look on his face was unreadable and it made you all the more nervous and excited. the eye-contact broke only when you gulped, trying to shove the nerves down, and his eyes followed the movement on your neck.

“you said you’re cold?”

you nodded.

letting go of your wrist, his eyes met yours again. “turn around.”

you looked at him uncertainly, suddenly feeling a tingling sensation in your fingertips and toes. “why?”

he gave you a small, reassuring smile, and his hand reached out to trace along your jaw and down your neck, the maneuver emulating yours earlier.

“you’ll see,”

you shifted your position and turned until you were facing the other way. behind you, you felt the pillow between you two being lifted and placed on the other side of the bed. soon after, doyoung wrapped his arms around yours, pulling the covers over your bodies and holding you close. back pressed against his chest, you entwined your arm with his and laced your fingers together.

the two of you stayed like that for a while, still and quiet.

it was him who broke the silence, “how about now?” he said, “are you still cold?”

you smiled, “no, this is really nice,”

“good.”

it was a little awkward and stiff at first. but after a while, it became peaceful as you both slowly relaxed and allowed yourselves to melt into the warm embrace. your breathing slowed down and your heart stopped racing. the steady rise and fall of his chest was so comforting and you found yourself snuggling closer against his chest and into his arms.

“honestly,” you began, voice quiet but light-hearted, “i was kind of thinking about something else when you told me to turn around,”

he hummed amusedly and let out a chuckle. then he leaned forward to hover his lips over your ear, “i know what you were thinking,” his voice was barely above a whisper and held a tone of refrained laughter.

you shivered but eventually bursted out laughing, and he promptly joined, unable to contain it in him any longer. the laughter in the stillness of the night was heavenly. doyoung muffled himself by burying his face in your neck to stop himself from laughing too loud for the sake of the neighbors, but that only caused you to laugh louder and harder because of the tickling sensation. in spite of himself, he managed to whisper soft ‘shh’s and gently covered your mouth with his hand from behind.

even as you both tried to calm yourselves down, you broke into fits of soft giggles every now and then. doyoung tried to sound annoyed as he told you to go to sleep but he couldn’t stop smiling.

you sighed, happy and content but also sad because you knew this moment would eventually pass, “i don’t want this to end,”

“don’t be silly,”

silence filled the room for a while.

“you can come sleep over whenever you want,” he said, hugging you closer, his voice soft and unwavering.

[jaeminscoffee]

Knee highs and short skirts | N. Jm

Pairing- Na Jaemin x reader

Genre- Smut, fluff, college!au

Word count- 3.82k

Warning(s)- nsfw, softdom!Jaemin, pretty pwp, corruption kink, slight voyeurism? (they make out in public) possessiveness, dacryphilia (getting aroused by one crying or sobbing), fingering (for prep), unprotected sex (play it safe y'all this is a fiction), slightly inexperienced?reader, unintentional overstimulation (unintentional LMAOO), pretty filthy i say. Lyra back at it with smuts lol

Synopsis- It was hard to imagine that all it took was skirts and high knee socks and cute little jumpy girls for Jaemin to get highly turned on, but here we are.

Type- requested!

@kpopscape​

It was hard to imagine that all it took was skirts and high knee socks and cute little jumpy girls for Jaemin to get highly turned on. 

Watching you as you entered the campus had always been a sort of daily serotonin boost for Jaemin. More like, watching you smile and wave at every passing acquaintance regardless of the fact whether you spoke with them or not was a serotonin boost for Jaemin. You were extremely intriguing. 

You're a jolly person, an extreme extrovert, shy at first glance of course but nevertheless outgoing, you'd had little to no problem at all at making friends. Your close ones called you the human magnet and most would agree to it. Could you help it? Company is always better than being alone (unless preferred to be alone).

The first time Jaemin saw you was when you came into the campus first bumping into not his, but a very pissed Jeno's back in a very cliché way which resulted in him accidentally pour out his anger on you, which led to Jaemin having to find you later in the day to apologize on Jeno's behalf. That experience had a very interesting impression on the two lads, well, a not too positive impression on Jeno but the opposite for Jaemin. 

The next time Jaemin saw you was in his philosophy class, and god bless you and your perfect complexion complimenting all your curves and edges and oh of course, that cute black and white knee high socks that you wore with a skirt a little too short for him to stay sane and a sweatshirt loose enough to give you adorable sweater paws. That's when wanting to see you on a daily basis became Jaemin's sole reason to attend college. 

The next time was weeks into talking to each other, getting comfortable to a point where you went over to each other's house, exchanged numbers, went on small platonic dates and where your friendship started to turn into a touchy one, and you absolutely loved it. Well, Jaemin loved it more than you. Watching your face flush when he'd place his hands comfortably a little too close to there on your thigh had him feel sorts of emotions he's never felt. How your eyes would widen each time he'd place playfull kisses on your cheeks, or when he pulled you onto his lap to cuddle up closer when watching a movie or two, Jaemin lived for your reaction. 

Weeks after that was at a small dinner send off party of sort by one of your friends for the senior batch, where seeing you in a white body fitting turtleneck full sleeve with a grey skirt consisting of blue hue with a plain white knee high sock had him crave you more than before. When the occasional touches and kisses turned into a form of self destruction for Jaemin and those longing touches turned into a want to take it up a notch. 

And maybe it's the fact that Jaemin genuinely seemed intriguing to you, or the slight intoxicity you felt after a glass of not that strong of drink went down your throat, making you want to comply with everything Jaemin wanted. The expression he wore of pure bliss and satisfaction had you feeling proud of yourself. Like you're doing the right thing, like standing in a hallway beside your classmates bedroom with his hands around your waist in a vise grip, face inches away from colliding into a passionate kiss where anyone could bump into you two was a right thing to do. Like not caring about the all 'good mean no bad' girl image you'd formed to fade away in front of your classmates and probably next the entire campus was the right thing to do. 

The next time, well, this moment right now when you went over with him to his studio apartment hand in hand after evening lectures, it had been nearly impossible for Jaemin to keep his hands to himself. How your lips pucker into a pout complaining about all the workload you have, how you jump up in excitement at the sudden strike of another topic you want to discuss with him, or how you seemed so dreamy in general and all Jaemin could do was stare at you with an expression of pure admiration, desire and want to change the whole innocent image you held. 

"so Mr. Li asked him to-ah!" and all he could do was pull you onto his lap with his hand on your hip to hold you up in place and unintentionally cut your sweet voice's narration short, but he wanted to hear you more, "I'm listening, doll. Keep going"  he cooed at your flushed expression at the sudden proximity, pulling you closer to connect you two by the hip, tapping at your now exposed thighs as your skirt had ridden up at the shift in position to urge you to step out of your daze and continue speaking. 

"What.-what are you doing, Jaem?" you ask, resting your hands on his chest as you push yourself a little back to create some space, clearly astonished at the sudden spark of something at the area between your sock clad legs, only to be pulled back closer towards him once again. 

"Something I've wanted to do for a long time, keep going, baby, I'll just be doing my thing" and so you let your hand rest on his chest while continuing your story as he looked intently at you.

Being in such proximity with Jaemin had never been a new thing, it's how no matter how many times you'd see him up close you'd still can't look him straight in the eyes for more than a few seconds because of how strong his gaze is that would have you flustered. Ever since the said party, your first proper kiss and Jaemin's first step to calling you his, you wanted to stick around him and just him. You felt like yourself around him and he made you feel so loved that you were willing to let him do anything just to have him around. 

In Jaemin's case, it was that he'd not move forward with his plans if he'd noticed the slightest of discomfort in any of your actions, fearing that you'd leave him once and for all before he could even call you his. And so in that way, you two did what pleased the others the best. 

Smiling at how you slowly got comfortable with his warmth, he leaned forward, slightly startling you but you nevertheless continued speaking, "Show his homework to him, b-but he couldn't because the only co-opy he had.." you squeal in a breath as you feel his breath fan your exposed neck, courtesy of wearing a slightly deep V-neck to college and of course to the hangout that day, "Had..?" 

Jaemin rasped in a voice a little too low to what you're used to hearing, dangerously low that you felt yourself squirming under his grip, which elicits a groan from the male. Not knowing the weightage of your action, you accidentally end up doing it again as his plush lips come in contact with the sensitive skin. "H-had was.. mine-" 

"Mine, a pretty word, right doll?" The feeling of his lip moving against your skin was ticklish to describe the best, but good, good enough to have keeping your legs closed uncomfortable from the sudden pool of arousal that bedded itself in your foolishly white panties. "Yes..?" you answer with a shaky voice, moving once again to get rid of the said uncomfortable feeling which resulted in Jaemin throwing his head back to rest on the head rest of the couch, his perfect eyebrows furrowed into a frown, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. 

"Darling, if you keep moving like this, i won't be able to stop myself from doing what all I've imagined doing to you," he spoke with the same low voice of his, which had you unintentionally moving regardless of the empty warning that lingered in the air. That's when you notice the visible switch in the way Jaemin looked at you.  Determined to carry this forward and put an end to the friends title to develop into a whole new one.

"What you've imagined doing to me? W-wha-?" you let the question linger, not really expecting an answer when he looked at you with a smirk on his perfect lips. He let one of his hands off from your side to comb through your perfectly set hair while the other wrapped around your torso to keep you upright. 

"Should i tell you what I've imagined?" Surely fueled by desire, Jaemin still counted on your consent, basic etiquette and he wouldn't let it go down the drain just because of his lust. The silent look of curiosity gave it away that you really wanted to walk through the dream boys imagination, so you nod your head. "Words, darling. I need words"

Looking at him patiently waiting for your verbal confirmation, you swallow down the nervousness before looking him straight in the eyes with your own widened ones, "Y-yes."

"Hm, well, I imagined having you close to me, just like this, all responsive to everything I do."

"Then I imagined feeling that soft lips of yours once again, the one that I remember so vaguely. Will you let me taste it once again?" He asked, leaning in closer than what your bodies would allow, nevertheless feeling ecstatic at the effect he has on you. "Hm?" you could obviously not say no to the expression he wore, filled with excitement and expectations, happiness, desire and maybe.. love? 

Instead of answering, you lean forward, closing off the small distance that kept your bodies from colliding, pressing your lips onto his with least force. The type of kiss got both of you feeling hot, bubbly as you feel Jaemin smile against your lips. 

The kiss was a mix of aggression and passion, slow and fast, lust and innocent emotions, one strong enough to deliver all sorts of emotions and of course, sloppy out of desperation, "Still as sweet as ever," he speaks against your lips, beaming down at you with the same smile as you refuse to meet his gaze at the sudden shyness that overtook your desire. 

Jaemin's hands slip up the open clothing to grip your thigh raw, the feeling of his cold fingers making you shift position again, looking down and cowering behind your palms as you shield your heated face from the lad, "What's wrong doll?" he moves his thumb up and down, massaging the skin he had his grip on, "Talk to me, princess, do you want me to stop?" 

"No!.. I mean, n-no, it's just.. I've never done this before, ever" As though your usual behavior never gave it away that you're too innocent for anyone existing in the world, you confirm Jaemin's suspicion all the more, to which his smile only just widened, the burning desire to change the status if innocence way too strong for him to contain himself now, "I know, darling, I'll go slow, alright?"

At your nod of confirmation, he wastes no time to lift your shirt out of it's confinement inside your skirt and over your head to reveal a not so appealing bra, yet, Jaemin thought you looked absolutely exquisite in it. Just a plain white lace bra, a cherry on top to the innocent image you held that he oh so much wanted to destroy, "W-wait! Can.. C-can this..-nevermind," you sigh, not wanting to disappoint the boy in front of you at your insecurity, "Can what, baby?" you shake your head, "Tell me, love"

"Can..can the bra stay on.. Just this once..?" you ask in a soft voice as Jaemin notices your tiny gestures of an attempt to cover yourself a little, feeling a little too hot, "Do you want it to stay on?" he asks in a voice all too understanding, no signs on the disappointment you were worried about, you nod, "Then it stays on" he smiles before placing a chaste kiss at the valley of your chest and swiftly shifts you on his lap in a way that your back rest flat on his chest, a hand secured on your waist to hold you as close as possible.

You feel a sort of warmth spread through your body at Jaemin's understanding and non persistent behavior towards your request as you allow yourself to relax and go limp on his body, "Do you know how many times i've imagined this? You on my lap.." he moves his legs to break your legs apart, using his knees to spread them and hold them open, "All pretty and for me to touch," He attaches his lips to your neck once again with a better access this time as he lets his hands wander up and down your legs, the hand that held your waist moving down to bunch up your skirt and pull it up to reveal to leaking mess you'd become which made Jaemin twitch and you shy. 

"All wet for me, and for me only" you whimper at his shameless words as his wandering hands move closer to your heat, cupping it as he felt up the wetness he'd caused to form there, a throaty groan escaping him while doing so as you feel yourself jump at the friction you got for a second at the place you needed it the most. The thought of someone other than you touching your sex causing your insides to twist, in the best way possible of course. 

Jaemin resumed to feel up and down your wetness from over the fabric while still keeping his lips attached to your neck, just to make sure you were wet enough to take him, or better, his fingers. 

"J-Jaemin..," 

You let out a loud moan feeling his fingers directly over your clit once he pushed you drenched panty aside, coating his fingers with your arousal before easing one slender digit in, causing your back to arch.

Way too sensitive and aroused, it was obvious you wouldn't be long until your first high, and Jaemin knew that all too well as he felt your tight walls clench over one little finger when he started pulsing it in and out of you and a steady pace, minding to not make it too much for you, though, that thought seemed highly appealing to him, but he'd rather save it for the next time.

"Does that feel good, my love? Because watching you look all angelic like this for me is what I'd imagined next" he speaks against your hair, as you try to close in your leg at the friction you're getting suddenly becoming overwhelming for you, added to that came in Jaemin's words, talks, voice laced in adoration and pure want. "Y-yes Jaem, oh god.. "

Silently moaning himself at your godly sounds, he continues penetrating you to your first ever not self made orgasm, eliciting a loud high pitched scream from your side at the very intimidating feeling at the bottom of your stomach, feeling it undo as Jaemin coaxes your first orgasm out of you,

"Just like that darling, you're doing so well, so good for me" he coos, wanting to drag your orgasm a little more, as he lowers his unoccupied hands to draw small, slow circles around your clit, making you spasm uncontrollably over him, feeling your eyes glaze over at the now painful feeling, you push his hands meekly away from your core, 

Shocked over the fact that he got you to come for him with just a finger, he added another one in, muttering silent apologies at your sudden pleas for a break to make sure your stretched out enough for that upcoming activity, "Just a little more, my strong girl, just a little more," though sorry for dragging your orgasm, he felt himself get lost at your small sobs and tiny tears falling down the side of your face which he pecked away.

Increasing the speed of his hands, he presses his thumb over your extremely sensitive bundle of nerves once again, making your arch your back in a painful angle, the crown of your head resting on his shoulder as you shake your head at him, letting him know that it was getting too much for you to handle, 

"Come for me once again, baby. We need to make sure you're prepared enough, hm? Can you do that for me?"

As if on command, you let yourself fall apart once again, a loud cry resonating through the room along with you crunching your legs up to stop the burning from the intense high, Jaemin whispering praises against your hair while running his hand up and down your forearm to soothe you. "You did so well, doll, want to stop here?" he inquired selflessly, not caring about the fact that he's extremely hard and it had taken a painful toll.

You take a second to calm your breathing as Jaemin patiently waits for your response. Making sure your breathing is normal again, you shake your head from it's position on his shoulder as he presses a kiss onto your wet cheeks, "You need to feel good too.." you speak with your eyes barely open, Jaemin smiling softly against your cheek, "Love."

You let out a sound of confusion at the random word blurted out by him as you turn your head to look at him, "Say the word 'love' if it gets too much for you, alright?" you nod, at no further actions from his side, you look at him once again, realising he's all about the verbal confirmation, "Alright.." you squeal out, "Turn around and sit facing me, doll" he hurries.

Jaemin rushes to remove his skinny jeans alongside his boxers when you lift yourself up, letting his member stand tall and free from confinement, making him feel like he can finally breathe. Slightly intrigued by the above average size, you look at him nervously which had his head turn at your innocent expression, "We'll take it slow, darling, nothing to hurt you, hm?" you nod before replying out loud. 

He gestures for you to hover yourself above his hardness once he got the panties out of the way and discarded it somewhere out on the wooden floor of his housing. "Go for it whenever you're ready" wanting to give you full control of the pace for now, he let you take your time for your first ever time. 

Chest heaving up and down in both excitement and nervousness you slowly lower yourself, knees beside his thighs, hands a vise grip on his shoulder, letting yourself engulf just a little of his member, you wince, still a little sensitive from the previous orgasms, his hardness much thicker and bigger than his fingers to just ease down quick despite how easy it'd be considering the wet mess he'd made of you, "Jaemin.. " 

Contributing from his end, he pushes his hips up to get inside you a little more, not too fast for it to be painful for you. Slowly, you let yourself ease down on him completely, sitting down onto his lap with his dick inside of you, twitching at the warmth he finally felt. Jaemin hushes your silent cry of slight pain, "You feel so good around me, doll. Such a good girl for me, " 

You take the initiative to lift yourself up just a little so that more than half of him is out and glistening from your arousal making him let out an airy moan of satisfaction, feeling your tightness, finally after only having imagined how it felt for so long.

You move up and down slowly, thighs trembling, heart pacing fast with pride at the feeling of making him feel good from all the sounds he let out, mind hazy and body covered in sweat. "oh my, Jae-Jaem-ah!" you fall limp over his body at the sudden thrust from his end, maybe from growing too impatient. 

"Should i take it from here, darling? I need to come, will you make me come, doll?" you mumble out a bunch of 'yes!' as your face falls into the nape of his neck where you nibbled at the skin like how he'd done. 

Jaemin took control once again, a sudden burst of energy sparking through his body as he set a fast pace in pistoning in and out of you, your slickness and his precum ensuring it wouldn't be painful for you, rather, it felt extremely good. "Look at my good girl taking me so well, you're making me feel so good, darling, I'm so.. Uh, I'm so close-" 

You clench around him when you feel a knot forming once again for the third time that evening when you feel his tip brush against your sweet spot, eliciting a loud gasp from you as you bite down a little too harder than intended on his hot skin while pressing the side of your face against his broad shoulders. "Jaemin.. Jaem, I'm.. Oh god"

"I know, doll, i know.. Me too, let go for me" he holds your hips in a grip tight enough to leave a light bruise or two while reaching between your bodies to find comfort on your clit again, making you let out a choked moan as Jaemin ended up being the one doing most of the work. 

You fall off the edge once again, this time harder than the previous ones as your tears slip and fall onto his shoulder, seeping into his shirt and onto the skin, making him go faster, chasing his high while dragging yours for a second or two longer. 

"Jaem, too much..it hurts-" you sob in a whiny tone which was more than enough to throw Jaemin off his edge too, rubbing fast circles on your clit while ribbons of his essence coat your walls as he lets out a loud, long groan of your name.

He stops his moment on your clit, but continues to move slowly to draw out all the arousal from his member, only stopping when he feels himself grow soft inside of you, the feeling making you clench around him weakly which makes him jolt due to the sensitivity.

Knowing it'd only make a mess to remove himself from inside you, he decides to stay in, muttering out a series of praises that he let linger in the air. 

"That.. felt good," you speak into the silence, voice hoarse and weak, worn out from all the activity as you silently thank him for making you feel so good, a sense of accomplishment spread through his chest, finally fulfilling his wish of corrupting you, and most importantly, making you his. He kisses your forehead after pushing out strands of tresses that covered it, 

"Anything for my babygirl"

[hello-universe-lovers]

I'll do it in reblogs instead! (Be warned: this was written on discord so pardon the formatting errors)

POST GAME HANG UP OUT

The night was a strange one, but one visited many times before. Over the course of...who knows how long. Time meant very little to what was formerly a voice in some God's head.

Or at least, that's what the Opportunist told himself, as he sat up from the Poker table. "Poker with a room full of himself" sounded like something a crazy person would say. But no, this was his reality, and has been his reality for a while now. He didn't know when it started, he just received a written invitation to a Poker game. All of them did, in fact, answering the call, since it promised treasure for the winner. The "treasure" ended up being nothing more than some snacks, a pristine blade or two, or the occasional crown from a Princess. But he wasn't going to question it. After all, he came to win, and play poker. And it was certainly a...different experience, to play against himself. Different enough to not be able to predict what they do, but similar enough where they can still one-up each other.

And though "He" in particular was salty at his lack of winnings, he still (begrudgingly) had fun at the table. It's why he kept coming back.

Tonight his losing streak continued, as the purple lil bird besides him swept up the chips like a little dragon. Groans and cheers were had. The only one genuinely laughing was the game host, an Opportunist whose main feature was his long blonde hair and poppy in one of his eyes. He called himself "Poppy", and has made nicknames for all of them at the table.

"Purple wins the night, once more!" The host announced "hand the goods over, folks. You know the rules!"

Aside from hollow complaints, everyone begrudgingly accepted tonight's winner. It's a testament of how Poppy ran these games nights: Fully expecting them to cheat but appealing to their egos and prides to keep them in line. A smooth talker, as expected of an Opportunist.

As the crowd said their farewells, and left out the door to the textured nothingness that would take them home, one Opportunist, nicknamed "Dragon" for his more draconian features and leather wings, stopped and turned around. He never really stopped and stayed behind after the game before. He didn't know why tonight was different from any other, but he locked eyes with the game host, who was in the middle of collecting the cards on the table and floor.

"Oh, what's wrong? Forgot something?" Poppy asked, while shuffling the deck.

"No, just...I..." Dragon started, quickly picking what he should ask to justify his change in behavior. "I...have a question"

"Uh huh" he replied, grabbing a tray from...somewhere(?) "I'm all ears then~"

"Why..." Well, there was one question on his mind "...Don't you play with us?"

The other him was across the table, as he picked up shot glasses and snack wrappings. When he asked that, he turned to look at him, pupil-less eyes gazing into his.

"Ah...I suppose it was a matter of time someone asked that!" the smile on the other's face faltered for a brief blink, before straightening out "it sounds ridiculous. You wouldn't want to hear it!"

"Try me" Dragon leaned on the table, slit eyes watching his movement, not unlike a predator watching prey. The other seemed unfazed, even chuckling, as he resumed picking up stuff off the table.

"Well, we both know our nature is to want to be on top of things. Whether it be by our own hands, or by siding with the right guy" Poppy stated matter-of-factly. "As such, the best position to be in is the Host!!"

He shrugged with his shoulders, since his hands were full "Can't lose if you don't play! Plus, you all have to respect my rules, when you play here."

"You seem really loose about "rules", in that case." Dragon leaned forward, his elbows on the table and chin in his palms. "You let us stab each other all the time and I spiked our drinks and snacks, on more than one occasion."

"And yet, you still couldn't win a single match!" Poppy laughed in that grating way that he would give to others, but it's annoying when directed at himself. "Please, I planned for those. I know me, and by extension, I know all of you! If I put too rigid of rules, you would kill each other long before I finish shuffling the cards. No no no~" he set the tray aside on a trolley "You all do a wonderful job keeping each other in check. Since we know each other, we can predict each other. Not enough to make the game boring, but enough that it still happens."

"That's..the same conclusion I came to." Dragon admitted, smiling softly. Was it narcissistic to call another version of himself "clever"?

"Satisfied then?" Poppy turned away "then you can go. Unless you want to stay and help me clean up the room."

"Heh..." Dragon looked at poker table. Snacks and stains littered the surface. Tonight was rather intense, but when was it not? "Why the hell not? Not like much is happening back home"

"Awww, how touching~" Poppy teased, putting his hand on his hips "but don't expect me to give you a better hand, next game, just because you're nice!"

Dragon snapped his fingers in mock annoyance "Damnit! And here I thought I could smooth talk into your good graces! You'd do the same too!" He said, a fit orlf laughter bubbling in his throat.

"Nope, because I'm the host and you're the player!" Poppy was laughing too, judging by how wide the smile had gotten.

He didn't know why he stopped himself from immediately leaving tonight, nor why did he wound up with mopping the floor from chips and spilled wine/blood, but it certainly soothed his aching heart from the losing streak. And it's not like Poppy was bad company. He was right, they knew how each other reacted, which meant no uncomfortable questions. Just simple questions about his other Voices, and Princesses, or what his favorite snacks were. Its so...strange but comforting to have someone talking to him without the typical hostility. It made Dragon realized he never talked to any of these guys on normal terms. Poker Night was so competitive.

Maybe...he should start talking to the others, pre-game! That way, they may go easy on him in the round, or he learned something about them that he can exploit. Not like any of them was above that...right?

((And there you go~ hope you enjoy the good read!!

Hey its mai ( @hello-universe-lovers as usual) just bringing in with a thought since you mentioned Oppy interactions:

I

Actually wrote a mini fic about them interacting. It's a couple of weeks old and I never intended to post it since I didn't have too much of a grasp on your oppy back then. But if you wanna read it, I can certainly release it, with a few minor rewrites.

hm. alright. go ahead. or you can just slot it in an ask if you're not too willing to publicly disclose it.

but i'm flattered. my little guy actually provoked enough thought there? ohoho.

[apixrl]

YOUR EREN.

eren jeager x fem!reader

WARNING(S): angst. slight manipulation. s4 spoilers. brief mentions of (but not actually) throwing up at the end.

word count: 5.9k

song: a soulmate who wasn't meant to be // jess benko

note(s): oh, that sound? it's just the sound of my tears whilst writing this oneshot. no biggie

The prison cells underneath headquarters were as dark and dreary as ever as you stood opposite them. Whilst the windows were generously large, the night sky was not so giving. Clouds were gloomy and blocked out the moon and stars, replacing it with a heavy downpour of rain. If you listened closely, you could pick up on the faint 'pitter patter' as droplets met the pebbled ground outside, the sound comforting compared to the echoing silence within the walls. Mattresses were placed in the corners of each cell, old and tattered after years of use by many different faces. You could only imagine their discomfort as you'd never been required to sleep on them, your record in the Scout Regiment practically a clean slate after your years of service. You were someone who took your position as a soldier seriously; respected your superiors and did as told when told.

As for Eren Jeager? It seemed in recent events he was past the point of caring.

Such a fact was blatant as you stared at him through the prison bars, your back pressed against the wall, body stiff and fearful of what would happen if you tried to step closer. Eren's gaze was terrifying to witness even from the odd angle you stared at him. His eyes locked on the ceiling as he lay flat on his back on the bed of his cell. His hair had been pulled back into a messy bun, some strands not long enough to reach so far back were fated to live a life of their own. They glued to his temples and forehead and even entwined with the strands pulled back. You couldn't decide if the look was flattering or not.

"I...," You blurted out without thought of what you planned to actually say, your pathetic attempt at making conversation followed up with a nervous whimper. Eren barely inched a muscle when you broke the quiet, from his eyes to his hands that lay lifeless at his side. He remained laid down as if you weren't even there. That made your heart weep in the worst of ways and your mind qualm - to think the last time you were together he was holding you in his arms as you gazed under the stars. And now he could barely spare you a second glance.

"It's been a while since you were last cooped up in one of these cells," You eventually tried again, calming yourself down as best you could by trying to be light-hearted. "Remember when we would play cards through the bars when I could visit? Those were fun times," You smiled sadly at the memories, eyes drifting away from Eren and towards nothing in particular. The smile then faded, the yearn to experience easier days once more hitting you as hard as stone. "If only we could experience them again,"

Your tone lowered, left unhinged since you knew mourning for what was no more was a waste of time. But you couldn't help yourself. All you wanted was to live in the past, where the titans were slane and the Scouts had reached the sea. All you wanted was to live out your days with your friends, talk and laugh with no need to worry about the rest of the world. All you wanted was to fall into Eren's embrace, to love him with all your might as he did you. There was a short period where that was your life, one filled with simplicity and peace after years of blood and death and gore that haunted your every nightmare. It had been pleasant, and you missed it. More than you were willing to admit.

If only Eren hadn't pushed things too far.

Eren's eyes shifted after a prolonged silence, travelling from the ceiling to you across the way. He was quick to take note of your vacancy, your conflict as you stared at him. How you created your own form of a jail cell by restricting yourself to the opposite side of the room. Maintaining a safe distance like you sensed you would get hurt stepping too far. Eren sighed loudly at that fact. Which caught your attention, E/C eyes flicking back to him at the sound. Eren pushed himself upright, eyes leaving you to stare at the floor before he hoisted himself off of the bed. Then, he turned to face you, searching for you through the wisps of his unkempt fringe.

You held your breath when he did, unable to fathom just how uncomfortable his gaze made you feel. Typically, Eren looking your way would send butterflies to your stomach. Your heart would perform somersaults and beat soundly with joy. Your cheeks would heat up, to which he would smile and tease and call it cute - merely deepening your flustered state like it was some fun game.

But this time, upon him meeting your gaze, nausea swiftly followed after. Rising concern over unconditional love based on his expression alone. It was empty. Unreadable. Nothing you had ever seen him display before. You had witnessed most if not all his worst moments up front but none of them - none of them, came close to just how desolately devoid he looked in that moment.

His lips didn't twitch, firmly held together as they added to his glaring aura. His brows arched sterner than Captain Levi's when you failed to clean a room up to standards, you didn't think it was possible for them to be so closely knit. But the worst part that made you truly sick to the stomach at the unfamiliarity of it all, were his eyes. Their usual bright and gleaming jade green blend that had entranced you from the instant you met Eren were now bleaker and more stationary than ever. They no longer held a zest and determination that motivated you to fight another day, no notable twinkle against the dimly lit room. Only a barren vacancy the most broken are succumbed to display.

You felt the need to comment on it, communicate to Eren just how worried you were. That you wanted to help him because you cared about him more than anyone else in the entire world. You were willing to lay your life down for him, and had even nearly become an anonymous number in the ranks because of that sheer will alone. However, before you had the chance to open your mouth, Eren beat you to it.

"Did Hange send you down here to try and sway me?" Eren asked half-rhetorically, taking a couple of steps forwards until the bars of his cell stopped him. "You of all people should know you can't stop me, so why even bother?"

You were taken back by his bluntness, even more so by his disregard for your previous words. Like you had never said them in the first place and he was the one initiating conversation. Perhaps it was so Eren felt he had the control, asserting dominance in a relationship where he already held more than half of it. His aim was unclear, but you persisted nonetheless.

"No, they didn't," You said. "I came here on my own accord, Eren," You shrugged your shoulders aimlessly. "I wanted to see you. I-I've missed you," Eren's eyes narrowed in suspicion, studying your frame for any sign indicating you were lying. He came out with no clear answer as from the instant you had set foot in the room you'd been shaking like a lamb bleating after its mother. Afraid. His arms crossed over his broad chest still in doubt, the action reminding you just how much he'd changed over the last few years. He was taller, looming over you even whilst feet apart. He was no doubt stronger, evident with or without the fact he held the power of three titans within him. Eren was no longer the vigorous and unruly boy he once was, who devoted his strength to rid the world of all the titans. He was now an indestructible force that vouched for freedom, his will to fight unshaken by no one.

"If you missed me so much," He started, looking down at you with what only felt like shame. "What took you so long to visit?" Raising a brow, you realised he held a point with his inquiry. If you proposed you missed him why hadn't you visited? The truth was you were scared of who you would find on the other side when you did. Levi and Hange had given you the option since the first day Eren was placed in his cell. But no matter the undying need to have Eren in your line of sights again, you failed to find the courage to make that final step.

"I wanted to, I-I really did," You said in a panic. "I was just scared! I didn't know what to say or how to speak to you after... after...,"

"After what?" Eren reprimanded, glowering at you as his hands wrapped around the iron bars. Your eyes widened and you whimpered, shaking your head frantically as a means to apologise.

"N-No Eren. I didn't mean it like that I just -," You swallowed thickly, your breathing quickening as Eren's pressing stare intimidated you more and more by the second. You hated how much you were falling apart. Where had your Eren gone?! Your Eren who always fretted over you during and after battles. Your Eren who grew antsy at Jean or Connie if they got a little too comfortable in your company. Your Eren who snuck into your room past curfew to share stories of his life late into the night. Your Eren who crammed his lips on yours when he couldn't hide his feelings any longer, confirming your relationship would turn from friendship to deepened love. You missed your Eren. You wanted your Eren back. Was that so much to ask?!

"You just what?" He spoke harshly, impatience riddled within every letter and syllable. You were quick to notice his grip on the bars tighten to the point you thought he'd snap them clean in two.

"I...," You trailed off, finishing your cut sentence with a defeated sigh. Your hands lowered to your sides as your head hung forwards. Perhaps being upfront with him was the only way you could go. "You killed people, Eren. Innocent people that hadn't done anything wrong! You ate somebody. Women, men and children crushed under debris like they were nothing. Y-You... you made Armin destroy that port and your decision making got Sasha killed!" You brought a hand to your forehead, not realising how distressed you sounded as you recalled that night. Tears started forming in your eyes, lip trembling. "Shit! I nearly... if Jean hadn't shot that Marley soldier first then I would've...,"

You had experienced a rocky start during the raid on Marley. One of your biggest flaws as a soldier was your will to take another life. Life as in... a human life. You despised the concept and did everything in your power to avoid it all costs, even if your fellow soldiers disagreed (especially Levi's, who persisted humans could be just as bad as titans when it came to killing). That exact flaw came forth when you first encountered a Marleyan soldier, and your hesitation almost ended with a bullet between your eyes. Had Jean not been behind you just in time... your grave would have been undoubtedly determined. There was a time where Eren was the same as you, never wanting to act and inflict harm on other humans. But times had changed since then. Oh, how you hated how much it had changed since then. None of it was fair.

A silence ensued, your stifled sobs the only thing willing to break it. Eren watched you motionlessly, the glare still apparent on his face as your emotions got the better of you. You hadn't realised just how shaken up you were from what happened. Sure, you had faced death many times, but always at the hand of titans. Where you had to evade giant swooshing limbs and teeth that could churn your flesh as cows do cud. Never had you looked another human in the eye and watched them contemplate killing you. To aim a gun directly your way and prep the shot as you realised what their intentions were. Then a feeble attempt to escape approaching death, all too distracted with your life flashing before your eyes for you to see the way out. That was one of the scariest moments of your life. You never wanted to endure it again. Never.

"Come here,"

You stiffened up, looking at Eren amidst dishevelled strands of H/C hair falling over your face. His glare had left and his face had returned to its neutral state, his eyes boring into you with his demand lingering in the air. You wiped your nose on your sleeve as well as your eyes, confused by the abrupt change in atmosphere. A truly weird circumstance and turn of events you weren't expecting indeed. At first, you weren't sure doing as Eren said was a smart idea, having heard Hange's experience with him during a debrief. You didn't believe Eren would treat you with the same sort of disrespect, but you also didn't want to take that risk just in case.

"B-But...,"

"Just do it," He roughly snapped, suspense in his tone kicking you up the hind to move. With a yelp, you pushed yourself off of the wall - back sighing out in bliss after starting to ache because of the uneven rocky surface. You gingerly stepped towards Eren, biting down on your lip to stop it trembling in fright. You came to a stop once close enough to the iron bars, hands going to wrap themselves around them, around the same ones as Eren. Whether you intended for that or it was just subconscious instinct you didn't know. Finally, your eyes dropped to the floor, lost on where to focus. Eren hummed a complacent sigh at your actions, head tilting to the side as he looked you up and down. You couldn't find an answer to what was running through his mind, blank gaze concealing all form of emotion and clarity. Then, just as you thought the silence couldn't grow any more powerful, Eren lifted his hand and reached out for you.

You gasped at the sudden contact, the feeling of Eren's hand cupping your face sending all sorts of sensations through you. His palm was warm despite the cool air of the prison cell. It was as though his hand was constructed to cradle your cheek, moulded into the perfect structure to which you filled in the empty spaces. His hand felt soft even after years of wear and tear of fighting and training, fingers long but not at all discomforting. You had forgotten just how pleasant the feel of Eren's thumb across your cheekbone was until he initiated the motion, almost a way to lure you in. And with your deprivation of his touch - of him. That was enough to have you wrapped around his finger.

"I forgot how nice it was to hold you like this," Eren declared monotonously, though his expression betrayed his lack of care. Something about it had calmed, but he didn't allow it to stay for long, gone so fast that if you blinked you would have missed it. You inhaled deeply, head tilting to the side as you nuzzled into his hand. Seeming satisfied with that, Eren proceeded. "That and just how easily you melt under my touch,"

"Eren," You uttered no louder than a whisper, eyes closing tight as you welcomed his touch. You despised how much he was correct, that you became putty without him even needing to try. That was the impact of love, after all, it makes people act in crazy ways and do some incredibly crazy things. But you couldn't ignore the odd funny feeling still pitting your gut, begging you to stop falling to Eren's will before it was too late. You couldn't get carried away, he had committed obscene criminal acts without jurisdiction. That was more than enough to get him locked up for life, regardless of the war you were fighting. You should be disgusted by his actions, his corrupted thinking and the way he went behind the Military's backs to further his own idea of freedom. You were disgusted.

But you also loved him. Way, way more than you were disgusted.

A frown merged onto your face, blending awkwardly with the once peaceful content that Eren noticed as fast as it appeared. He managed to figure out the thoughts running through your mind also, the young adult lamenting a sigh and he opened his mouth to speak. Not before his hand drifted down to your chin, tilting your head up to make you look at him. His thumb planted on your bottom lip as he grazed over it.

"I'm trying to build a future for Eldia, Y/N," Eren spoke firmly, your heart having a brief elation to the way he said your name. It had been far too long since you had heard him say it. "A future for us, where we can be free and live our lives the way we want to,"

"I know," You began, eyes opening to meet Eren's. "But there are other ways, Eren. More humane ways. We don't have to kill anymore if we just-,"

"There isn't another way," Eren interrupted, his ministrations of stroking your chin coming to an abrupt halt. "We've tried other ways and they haven't worked," Eren evaded your disheartened stare. "I'm sick of it not working,"

"We all are, Eren. Stop making out that you're the only victim here," You paid no mind to Eren's reaction. "We're all victims of this shitshow that's our reality, and we're all just as much the culprits of it as well! All w-we do is fight fire with fire and add more ashes to the pile with each person we slaughter," You felt your grip tighten on the bars, gritting your teeth harshly together. "I'm sick of all the violence and suffering! I just want to go back to the days when we could be at peace. Where we could laugh and joke because the main problem - the titans, were dealt with! I became a soldier to fight titans, not to embark on an endless war where both sides are human and neither is willing to cooperate with the other,"

"Those days are gone," Eren spoke sternly, though it softened up when he noticed you look away. "But they can return," He pressed his forehead against the iron bars, staring at you through deadened eyes. "We can live a life of freedom together once I finish what I started, all I need you to do is stay by my side and to have faith,"

Your eyes widened, gawking at Eren with complete and utter disbelief at his words. His persistence came off like the cruellest of sicknesses, corrupting Eren's mind to the point of insanity. His moral compass was in shambles as was his sense of humanity. The way his eyes were numbed right down to their pupils, blinded by his visions of a future for Eldia that came with the cost of the rest of the world's suffering. It pained you to witness such a change, to witness Eren's descent into madness as war took over his every thought and breath. Suddenly that foreign feeling in your stomach became clear as day, and you abhorred it with a deadly passion.

"I don't want to be free in a world built on other people's suffering," Your hands fell down to your sides, heartbeat racing as you avoided Eren's gaze. He quirked a brow, eyes piercing into you once he realised what you meant, and his chosen tone suggested he didn't like that one bit.

"What are you trying to say?"

You faltered, both as a mental brace and a state of refusal to your next actions. A second or so passed before you took a step back, creating a distance that did more damage than healing. With a shaky breath, you answered his question.

"I love you Eren, with everything I am. B-but I can't stand by your side if this is the path you're going to take," The tears were already brewing, doing everything you could to blink them away. "I won't sit by and watch the rest of the world crumble because of your selfish desires,"

You hated the words you were saying, how you said them and who you were saying them to. That it had all come to this, where Eren became the threat to humanity rather than its saviour. He only had so much time left and had you known that his way of spending it was to spiral the world into chaos - perhaps you wouldn't have grown so attached.

"I can't - I...," Since he hadn't said anything, you felt the urgency to speak. "Eren you have no idea how much I want to but this isn't how I saw our future -,"

"What future?" Eren persisted, not giving you a chance to reply. "Eldia has no future within the walls, these cages! It's time we give the world a taste of its own medicine, so what if a couple of lives are taken out on the way? It's not like they give a damn about ours," Eren scoffed when you shook your head, tears pricking at your eyes and the stinging sensation that came with it was painful to deal with.

"Please, Eren. Think about what you're saying," You pleaded and begged. But you knew it was no use, Eren too fixated on his 'destiny' to see logical reason. Merely the look in his eyes was proof enough to tell you that. "What happened to you? When did you become so heartless? Where's the Eren I knew all those years ago gone? Don't you miss it back then? When we weren't cheating death and we could simply be us? Be two dumb teens in love and the only thing that mattered was that love we shared? Do you even think about that anymore? About me? What about -,"

"Stop it," Eren stopped you, voice acting as a silencer to your blubbering drabble. Flinching at the interruption your mouth clamped shut, and your eyes darted for Eren in surprise. Despite locked behind bars, you were still terrified, and it felt more like you were the prisoner of the pair. With a low growl, Eren raised a clenched fist and thrashed it harshly against the bars. It made a low but loud 'thunk!' sound that hit your ears like impending doom, deafening all around you excluding that of Eren and the words he uttered next. "I'm sick of listening to you whine about shit that's not even important,"

"W-what?" You stammered in question, voice unsteady. "What do you mean it's not important?"

"Do you really think that amidst all of this I have time to be playing boyfriend?" Eren half-mocked. "I've got bigger priorities than you right now," He didn't look you in the eye, nostrils flared as his gaze lingered on the floor. Your legs nearly gave way at what you were hearing, each word a fatal stab to the stomach. Each stab even more malicious than the last. So that was it? You didn't matter anymore? Were you just some pawn in Eren's plan until he didn't feel he needed you anymore? Had his love ever been real or was it all a hoax to manipulate your every waking thought?

A minute passed of still silence, one of the many that evening. Your eyes never left Eren, searching for something to indicate he was joking. As well as contemplating pinching yourself in hopes you woke up from this horrible nightmare. Maybe you'd wake up in your Eren's arms, safe and secure as you lay beside him - his gentle breaths from deep sleep tickling the back of your neck and helping you forget the entire reason you woke up. But sadly, no such thing happened. You never woke up from anything but were instead left to face an Eren you barely knew anymore. Endure the pain as he pounded words into your head that gashed crueller than the worst of war wounds.

Realising this, you felt an urge to laugh, unsure what else there was you really could do. Crying was ineffective, and there was no way you could let Eren get the better of you. That's probably what he wanted anyway, for you to turn around and beg on your hands and knees. So as your hand met your face, you released the smallest of chuckles, lacking in humour but overwhelmed with an unforeseen emptiness. It definitely caught Eren by surprise, but he was fast to not hide it as he pressured that vacant stare onto you yet again.

"You insist your plan is the only way to get us our future, but I'm not even sure what future you mean anymore," You hesitated, trying to gain control of your lip which began to quiver erratically. "Clearly it's not the one we imagined together when we were younger,"

"If only you weren't so blinded by your emotions," Eren avoided your words, something you noticed and felt more agonised by than relieved. "Stop thinking with your feelings and see the logic, already. It's so annoying,"

Almost choking on the sob you tried to hold down, you bit down harshly on your lip - any harder and you probably would have drawn blood. You did everything you could to ignore Eren's words, but you were so hurt that you were losing the means to do so.

But you couldn't let his words consume you and manifest them into truth. You had to be strong, use whatever power you had left to regain your composure and come out the bigger person. Eren had always been a stubborn brat, Levi's nickname reigning true now more than ever.

"Use your head and think, Y/N," Eren spoke slowly, leaning his weight back onto one foot. He stretched his arm out towards you, held out for you to take. "Maybe if you stop caring for those that'll just kill you off for sport you'll actually comprehend why you're following the wrong cause,"

His words were suffocating and barbaric, not at all inspiring or persuading in the slightest. It didn't make you feel hopeful, it made you feel trapped. All you wanted was for it to stop. It wasn't love no matter how much you adored him. It wasn't healthy no matter the good memories you had shared. You had to stop the past messing with your head. You had to stop Eren messing with your head. You wanted to get out and escape. You needed to and as soon as possible. So, taking a moment to regain your composure, your hands raised to adjust the collar of your jacket and you looked over at Eren. An apologetic expression on your face for deciding to cut the visit short.

"I think I should... should go check on Armin and the others," You started, not sure what Eren would make of that. He appeared to show confusion, blinking once your words processed and frowning based on how sudden they were.

"Why would you need to do that?"

"They've been busy, and they're probably looking for me," You made up on the spot. "I didn't tell them I was coming to see you," Eren was silent, eyeing you up and down before he scoffed.

"You know I can tell you're lying, right?"

"W-Why would I lie?"

"For the same reason all people lie," Eren said. "To avoid what you're too scared to face," The way Eren spoke made everything feel much, much worse. A heavy amount of disrespect originated from this new flesh of conceit that Eren displayed on full. He had always been one to boast, but never in the form he showed in the present.

Listening to his slander any longer was something you simply couldn't handle. Not today, anyway. Fatigue was starting to claim control over your thought process, emotionally drained from talking to Eren. He had selfishly left you in a constant state of confusion and agony, making you ask yourself more questions than answering them. It utterly and totally sucked, being honest, and you had no clue where your relationship stood. Was it over? Were you still even together? Had he even seen you both as a couple this entire time or was it all just a big lie?

"So what were you trying to avoid when you spent all those months lying to us?" You were tempted to leave without another word said, but you knew you'd regret not asking your question. Which had popped into your head at the last moment as you pondered on Eren's words. Using them against you seemed to strike a nerve, as when you expected Eren to talk he did no such thing. Instead, he glared at you for being caught out, prompting your next words to follow. "I'll... I'll see you later, Eren,"

And with that, you started walking away.

You did everything in your power to not look back, focusing your gaze on the exit that was a little way ahead. Eren's stare etched itself into your back on the way out, leaving an even deeper wound than before which would probably scar for sure. Your footsteps dragged across the floor like you hauled twice your body weight behind you. Walking upstairs had never been such a demanding challenge before in your life. To think that you possessed the energy to traverse the walls but absolutely none to conquer thirteen mediocre steps.

You made it around ten steps up, just about to reach out for the door handle - when Eren's voice finally filled the room again. It brought your rushed exit to a halt with ease, much to your dismay, and what he had to say did nothing to help your situation.

"Who's to say I ever lied?"

Your heart both soared and sank at the same time, the conflict in your head skyrocketing as your thoughts drove you mad. What did Eren mean by that? Lie about what exactly? It was the way his words were always so devoid of clarity that hurt the most. The brunette was exceedingly blunt yet always left you inquiring more, prying further until it was too late. A mind game that pulled you in and kept you playing. You admittedly almost swayed.

But so close to the door, your hand wavering in the air just begging to open it - it was enough to prevent such a thing a happening. You knew if you headed back it would be the end, you would somehow get more hurt than you already had. It was a risky move you didn't want to place your bets on, you had come too far to be foolish.

So taking a deep breath you reached out for the handle and gripped it tight. You turned the knob and braced yourself to leave, blocking Eren from your mind as you lifted your foot to the eleventh step. Then the twelfth. Then the thirteenth, and finally onto the floor above the jail cells.

Closing that door behind you felt like the freshest of cleanses, your body sighing out in relief when it clicked shut.

Sadly though, you didn't have time to celebrate. The whole encounter surely caught up with you, as did the tears you had been saving for when you were finally alone. Just like they guaranteed, the hot, salty liquid singed the corners of your eyes and the tears returned. Before you could do anything, a cry broke out and you staggered until your back hit the door. The hinges jolted loudly, most likely attracting the attention of someone nearby. Whether it be a guard around the corner or one of your friends in search of your location. Maybe even Hange or Levi coming to check up on you. Whichever it was, they were in for a shock.

Your heart raced with anxiety, mind and body overwhelmed by inner turmoil that made you sick to your gut. The nausea was so bad you had to hold your stomach with your spare arm, fighting the urge to violently vomit all whilst controlling your reckless sobs that didn't cease their slander. Your vision went blurry from how much you broke down, unable to blink the tears away no matter your efforts.

Fearing the unknown had always been a part of who you were. But had somewhat simmered down as you grew older and developed mentally through being a soldier. However, all that progress reversed in an instant as your mind flashed back to the thought of Eren. How someone who used to possess so much passion now resorted to an empty vessel. The way he admitted to your insignificance with such little struggle, only to proceed to confuse you even more by implying he had never told a single lie. Was he even talking about you when he said that? Or something else completely unrelated?

A little bit of confirmation wouldn't hurt anybody.

It was odd to have Eren be the reason for your tears after so many years of him typically being the one to dry them off your face. Though thinking about it, he had been the leading cause for a lot of things as of late. The number a very concerning amount indeed. You barely even recognised him anymore. The once caring soul you fell in love with was no longer there, replaced with a man who had discovered the bittersweet lust for power based on a corrupted idealogy. Such a ruthless lust that it no longer mattered how that idealogy came to be, just as long as he managed to taste an essence of it.

You hated it. You hated that of all people it was Eren who tumbled down that drain. How did you allow yourself to fall in love with someone so possible of committing such atrocities? To worship him and give him everything you had, only to be told it was all for nothing and you were fighting a losing battle. You knew it was hopeless to hold on and believe that your Eren might return but at this rate that seemed unattainable. Not after witnessing him firsthand. The only thing left now was to move on and pray the world was on your side.

Part of you didn't want to move on though, so familiar with Eren as your crutch that a world without him sounded terrifying. You had grown so used to his presence in your life that all of this still felt so surreal no matter the fact you were very much living in it. Living in an endless hell that never allowed anyone a moment's peace. Not you. Not even Eren. Not a single human being on the planet. Nobody.

Just... where along the line had it all gone so painfully wrong?