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I saw your post about poly marauders x reader inspo. What about angst and fluff where the reader is working really hard and doesn't take care of herself? She ends up fainting, hitting her head and having a seizure. (This is common for me.) The boys freak out and rush her to the infirmary. Maybe they take her back after she's given the all-clear and take care of her.

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Working Hard // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

A/N: hello, thank you so much for this request! I hope I've been able to write the information about seizures ok, I personally don't have them so was worried I'd get the information wrong but hopefully, this is alright!

Tags: angst, fluff, fainting, head injury, seizures, not looking after yourself, anxiety/crying, emotional hurt, protective marauders, cuddling/kissing etc.

Words: k

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The library was fairly vacant of students as it approached the evening time, not that you’d noticed. At one swift glance, anyone could have seen the state of disarray that you were in. Ink stained your fingers and clothes, the whites of your eyes were bloodshot and dry from the lack of blinking, sweat on your brow and hair unkept from the number of times you’d brushed it out of your eyes.

Not to mention the disorganised surroundings you were sitting in with multiple stacks of books covering the desk space with different length parchment paper, ink pots and a single quill also messing up the area.

“How long has she been like this?”, Sirius asked Lily, concern etching deep into his face as he’d just arrived at the library following his day of lessons. Lily briefly looked up at Sirius with the same look of worry on her face from where she sat at a different desk, having been there most of the day just to keep an eye on you as she knew you were slowly spiralling into madness.

“She’s been like this since this morning. I’ve tried to convince her to have a break but she just wants to finish the work. I’m kind of getting worried about her, she hasn’t stopped in hours and keeps pushing my glasses of water away saying she’ll have it later but she’s yet to have any”, Lily explained to Sirius who was now clenching the strap of his school bag so tightly in his hands that his knuckles turned a ghastly shade of white.

“Thanks, Evans, I’ll stay with her don’t worry”, Sirius explained, patting his friend on the shoulder as she stood, having packed her bags ages ago but was reluctant to leave you on your own. “If you see Moony or Prongs, could you tell them where we are please?”

“No worries, I hope you can get through to her”.

Sirius sighed, shaking his head hard enough that his shoulder-length, silky hair flew in all directions as he walked over to your desk. You didn’t so much as flinch when the chair next to you scrapped along the stone floor as he dumped his bag onto the floor.

As he began to talk to you, he kept his voice calm, not wanting to frighten you out of the deep focus you were in. “Darling? Is everything alright?” When you again didn’t respond to having heard his arrival, he reached across and took the quill out of your fierce grip. This snapped you out of your trance as your head whipped in his direction, body jumping in a startle at finding one of your boyfriends casually sitting next to you. Your heart was already racing before the jump scare are you looked between Sirius and the quill you so desperately needed.

“What are you doing? I’m not finished my work yet Sirius and I am not in the mood to mess around, I just want to get it finished”, you demanded to him, reaching out with a trembling hand that had Sirius’ worries increasing.

“What was the last time that you even ate anything? Or had a drink of water?” Sirius asked whilst continuing to hold your quill out of your reach.

Shaking your head in annoyance, you shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know, a couple of hours ago maybe, I can remember. Now please, can I have my quill back!”

Sirius looked at the mess on the desk surrounding you, “Honey, this assignment isn’t even due for another week. You’ve got plenty of time to finish it another day but you need to look after yourself. Let’s have a little break, maybe go and get something to eat and drink and then depending on how you’re feeling, we could potentially finish this later”.

The marauder spoke calmly and slowly, taking in all the signs of your declining health. There were only a few occasions where you had been like this, neglecting to look after yourself and it usually ended with you crying from exhaustion or sleeping a whole day away feeling ill so he needed to be a good protector and make sure this didn’t get any worse but he feared that it was already at that stage anyway with how reluctant you were to listen to his advice.

“No, you aren’t listening to me! I don’t need any of that right now, I just need to finish this today because there’s still the potions assignment due in two days and I need to plot this week's stars for astronomy. There’s also the herbology that I haven’t even started yet so I don’t have time to go for your breaks! Just give it back to me Sirius!” As you were beginning to raise your voice, you caught the attention of the handful of other students who were studying. Sirius didn’t react to being shouted at, especially as it was never something you’d done before, he knew he was getting to the point of no return and was unsure just what it was that he was supposed to do. Let you carry on? Force feed you a snack and make you have a break but then would that anger you more?

Thankfully backup had arrived in the form of Remus and James. “What’s going on here?” the taller Marauder asked, his scarred face flicking back and forth between Sirius and where you were glaring at him.

“We were just about to have a little break”, Sirius began to explain with caution but you were quick to interrupt.

“No we aren’t Sirius! I’m fine, just let me continue other I’ll forget what I’m going to write!”. You were breathing heavily now, like you’d just run up a flight of stairs and Sirius couldn’t tell if it was because of your anger or just another symptom of how worn down you were getting.

It looked like you were close to a panic attack with the way you were reacting irrationally and the two Marauders that were standing took a protective step forward, placing their bags onto the floor.

“My Love”, James spoke carefully, “just take a deep breath for us, okay? We’ll just have a small break and then we’ll help you finish this assignment”.

Your hateful gaze turned to him, “I don’t need help James”.

The way you spoke didn’t falter him in any way as he continued, “Why don’t we just quickly get a drink of water and some fresh air and then we can come back-”

“Don’t talk to me like a child James, I know my limits. I’m just studying, I’m fine, I just need to finish this, but you’re all prolonging it!” You glared at all three of them, not thinking clearly at all and when Sirius once again held the quill away from you, you snapped. “You know what? Fine. Keep the quill. I’ve got plenty more in my dormitory which luckily doesn’t let guys in so I can continue this in some peace and quiet.”

You gathered as many books as possible into a messy pile, bundling them into your arms, along with your parchment paper.

“Wait, Sweetheart, just give us a moment-”. Sirius began reaching forward as you stood abruptly.

One minute you were taking a step forward and then next, it felt like the floor was moving, your eyes unfocused as the books dropped to the floor, swiftly followed by your body as you fainted, accidentally knocking your temple on the corner of your desk as you fell.

Remus, James and Sirius all lurched forward trying to soften your fall but to no avail, as they all watched you hit your head and collapse to the floor However the panic didn’t end there as your body began to convulse, eyes rolling back in your head as you didn’t respond to shouts.

“Shit! Go and get Madam Pomfrey!”, James demanded to Sirius who was out of his chair and sprinting within a second as a crowd began to form of scared students. This didn’t stop James though as he remained calm, kneeling next to your head but holding out a hand for Remus, “Hand me your jumper”. Remus pulled the clothing over his head and handed it to his boyfriend who balled it up and gently placed it under your head. “It’s ok baby, it’s going to be ok, it’ll be over soon, you’re safe, everything with be alright”.

With each word that he spoke, he remained calm, even managing to loosen your tie so that it didn’t restrict your breathing as you eventually calmed with your convulsions and remained unmoving on the floor, breathing heavily.

“Remus, help me roll her onto her side”, he asked the man who was also on his knees next to you, looking paler than usual. He followed James’ movements until you were lying in the recovery position, your hair carefully being moved out of your face so that they could assess your head injury as well. Thankfully there was no cut or blood but the area had already begun to swell into a small bump.

Remus shook his head, trying to process anything that had just happened as he then gazed towards James. “How…how did you know what to do?”

“My mum had seizures, usually she takes some potions to stop them from happening but on rare occasions they still do so she and Dad have taught me what to do if they were to happen, It’s not like I’ve done much anyway”. James looked you over, as Remus shook his head in disbelief, feeling guilty that he hadn’t come and found you at an earlier time but just assumed you were doing your usual revision in the library.

Sirius soon arrived with Madam Pomfrey who did her own assessment and praised James for the bits of care that he provided like putting you into the recovery position. You were then moved to the Hospital wing where you remained asleep for the next 12 hours which is what you needed, lots of rest and sleep.

When you did eventually awake, the sun was just beginning to rise over the mountains and you were disorientated and confused, being in an unknown area and alone, not remembering how or why you’d gotten there.

Thankfully the Matron was already working and hovering nearby so was able to come over and explain the events that had occurred whilst making sure you drank the numerous healing potions she’d decided you needed. With each glug of the horrible tasting, colourful concoctions, you could feel life beginning to pour back into your body, no longer feeling dehydrated or shaky, however, there was still some memory loss but she explained that was the side effect of the seizure. Your stomach twisted with guilt at not prioritising your health which was also the same sentiment expressed by Madam Pomfrey as she gave you a talking too as well about looking after yourself and making sure to take regular breaks, having food and drink nearby during long study sessions.

Finally, after she declared that you were safe to leave but only if you returned to the dormitory to rest for the next few days, she explained that James, Sirius and Remus had been by your side until late at night. Each of them outright refused to leave your side but as they all fell into their own emotional and physical exhaustion, Madam Pomfrey called for McGonagall who helped to send them to their beds.

The guilt now only increased tenfold at the thought of how worried they must have been. The Matron tried to encourage you to not worry about those emotions for now, but to go and rest and that you’d need to return every morning for additional potions and investigations for the seizure.

Every step towards the Gryffindor common room, nerves bubbled in your stomach, wondering if you should follow the woman's advice and just go to your own dormitory and sleep the day away or knock on the Marauders’ room and discuss what had happened.

Thankfully for your exhausted mind, you didn’t need to decide as soon as you entered the homely common room, the three of them were already rushing down the stairs, dressed in their casual clothes and looking like they were about to run somewhere. They were all startled to see you standing there, relief and worry expressed on each of their faces, along with dark circles under their eyes from the lack of sleep.

Hating the uncomfortable silence, you nervously twisted your fingers together, glancing at the floor, unable to hold their burning eye contact anymore. “Madam Pomfrey said I was okay to leave but said I needed to get some rest”.

Another wave of relief rushed through your boyfriends as they each visibly dropped the tension from their shoulders as they stepped forward. “How are you feeling?”, Remus asked carefully, not being able to watch your nervous twitches anymore as he grabbed your fingers and linked both of your hands with his.

“I feel fine”, you answered honestly, looking guilty up at them still through your lashes.

“What about your head?”, Sirius continued the question, standing to your left and stroking the strand of hair away from the area that he’d seen hit the corner of your desk.

“It doesn’t hurt at all but Pomfrey said those sorts of injuries are easy for her to fix anyway. I um, I don’t actually remember what happened, or even from the last few days but everything else is better, my head doesn’t hurt at all”.

James was the last to approach to your right and you were thankful to see a loving smile on his handsome face as he pushed the rim of his glasses up his nose whilst asking, “And what about the seizures?”

“She said they could happen again but it was mostly triggered because I hadn’t eaten, drank or slept properly and that I needed to be careful in the future. I think it’s something that I had dealt with in my childhood as I remember my mum saying that I used to have some sort of seizures but it’s been so long that I didn’t think it was an issue anymore. She also told me about what you did James and I just… I can’t thank you enough and I’m so so sorry for putting you all through this”. Your eyes were full of tears that quickly escaped and flowed down your cheeks.

James couldn’t watch you cry and rushed to wrap his arms around your body, cupping the back of your head to hold you against his warm, firm chest. Remus and Sirius also managed to join the cuddle. The three of them didn’t expect any sort of apology from you, the anger that had been there initially for you not looking after yourself had swiftly changed to worry and fear so just making sure you were okay was their only goal.

“Shh Sweetheart, please don’t cry. We’re just glad you’re safe. You scared us so much, all I could think about last night was having you in my arms again”, Remus calmed your cries down as he kissed your shoulder, trying not to unload too much of his worries onto you.

The three of them held you for long enough that other students began to wake and enter the common room, rushing past so as to not ruin the sentimental moment. As your sobs turned into hiccups and the tears stopped staining Sirius’ shirt, the long-haired Marauder pulled away to cup your cheeks. “Come on, it’ll do us all no good crying in the middle of the common room and you’re supposed to be resting and to be honest I think we could all do with a rest so let's go upstairs”.

Wiping your nose with your sleeve, you smiled and accepted his outstretched hand, his much larger palm engulfing yours as he gently tugged you along to the boys’ room. The sight of the magically enlarged bed only increased your exhaustion as your body seemed to slump with the need to crawl beneath the sheets.

Before you could do as you wished whilst still wearing your day clothes, James stepped behind, his arms around your waist and held you for a second, swaying slightly on the spot as he dipped to kiss your cheek. “Do you want my jumper? Might be more comfortable than what you’re wearing?” he asked with hope in his voice and you knew he always loved seeing you in his clothes.

Turning in his arms and stroking your fingers through his hair to brush it out of his face you nodded tiredly, “Yes please!”

James grinned, pecking your lips before swiftly pulling his jumper off and then helping you to underdress down to your underwear and helping you into his jumper. Remus and Sirius were already down to their boxers and in bed, Sirius in the centre with his arms open and you smiled in relief, crawling over his body and settling on top of his chest. Everything seemed to fall into place as James followed behind you and lay next to Sirius, all three of their arms wrapping around you like a weighted blanket and a breath later all four of you were asleep.

When you woke next, it was because something was tickling your nose. Squinting open your eyes, you were welcomed to the sight of Sirius’ silky hair completely covering your face and his warm breath only an inch away from yours. Laughing under your breath, being careful not to wake the Marauder, you brushed the strands out of yours and his face, tucking it behind his ear.

As your fingers settled back cuddled into your chest, Sirius’ eyebrows furrowed followed by him groaning and bringing your fingers back up to his hair. You giggled louder now as you began to play with his hair and scratch your nails against his scalp, loving the sweet smile on his pretty-boy face.

“You know Pads, asking her to pet you, isn’t what I’m sure Madam Pomfrey classed as resting”, James mused from across the room, no longer by your side. Peaking open your eyes once more, you lifted your head as Sirius flipped off James who was sitting across the room, playing with his gold snitch with a pile of food waiting beside him.

“Is that pancakes?” you asked hopefully, sitting up further by pushing off of Sirius’ chest. Remus who was also still resting on the bed perked up at his, opening one eye and rolling over, his hair sticking up in all directions nearly as dramatically as James’ as he looked for the food.

“It is indeed, and there’s also toast, sausages, eggs, bacon, fruit, anything you might need”.

The four of you repositioned on the bed, leaving space in the middle to carefully lay the trays of food that James had managed to steal from the kitchens and all ate until stomachs were full and happy.

“What time is it?”, Sirius asked, still trying to wipe the sleep out of his eyes.

“Just after lunch, so we’ve only slept for a few hours but seeing as we missed breakfast I thought it might be a good idea to get some food into our systems”.

“Thanks, Prongs”, Remus said before taking another bite of his toast and looking in your direction. “How are you feeling after a bit more sleep?”

“Good, like nothing even happened, I feel like I’m back to normal”. Remus nodded at your words, giving you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, causing you to sigh and place your fork back onto your plate that was balanced on your nap. “I know we need to discuss what has happened and I’d rather do it now instead of waiting”.

The three Marauders looked at each other, unsure of how to approach the subject before James took one for the team and spoke first. “So you said you don’t remember anything, is that still the case?”

“The last thing I remember is going to Potions on Monday afternoon which was apparently a few days ago, I don't remember anything up until waking up in the hospital wing”.

“Do you understand what’s happened though? And how serious it was?”, James continued, his usual light and laughter not present in his eyes and you had to look at your fingers holding onto your plate as you felt the intensity of his emotions.

“Yes, Madam Pomfrey explained everything and why I had the seizure. I know I hadn’t looked after myself that day, but sometimes I feel like I’m drowning in my assignments for classes and if I don’t do them as soon as they are given to me, I’ll run out of time to complete them and then I’ll fail and then they’ll kick me out of the school and-”.

A scarred, rough hand pulled the plate from your grip so that he could gently hold both of your hands, tipping your chin back so that you were looking up at him as Remus came through with his words of wisdom. “You know that’s just your anxiety talking, there’s no way they would ever kick a talented witch like you from Hogwarts. You’re nearly top of all classes, always help others with their work and get good grades on your own. But you really need to look after yourself. To even get to the point of fainting is so dangerous Sweetheart, imagine if we weren’t there when this all happened?”

It was Sirius who began talking next, “We aren’t saying you need to completely change your ways but you fought us so hard in the library to even just have a little break. From now on, maybe we should put a bottle of water and some snacks in your bag and please, if you’re studying, just give yourself a rest every hour or so, even if it's to have a walk around the library to stretch your legs. Is that ok?”

The way he was speaking to you so softly and kindly had your heart melting and you hated how quickly tears were in your eyes again. You were so thankful for them, expecting them to be angry in some sort of way but once again proving how much you loved them and they loved you.

Unable to form any words, you nodded your response towards Sirius who smiled and opened his arms for you to crawl into again, his hands rubbing up and down your spine, soothing the emotions away.

James sighed away his own anxieties, moving over to kiss the back of your head before clearing away the food, waving his wand and everything disappearing back to the kitchens. “Right, a day of relaxation coming your way my love”, he began, trying to cheer the atmosphere and already causing you to laugh through the tears. “We will be having regular naps throughout the day, and plenty of food that will be ready whenever we are, All I need to do is summon one of the house elves. We have books, Sirius record player, we could even venture down to the common room if we’re feeling adventurous. Oh! I also caught Lily on my way back from the kitchens and she gave me some fruity bubble bath that her muggle parents have sent her that’s supposed to be nice so a nice candlelight bath will be ready whenever you are Love”.

You were beaming at all three of them, “Thank you! For this and everything else you’ve ever done, thank you”.

James shifted closer so that he could peck your lips, slowly and with love. The action was repeated by Remus and Sirius as you all naturally linked together in a cocoon of warmth and safety as you all hugged each other.

“I love you”, you whispered against whichever one of their shoulders you were nuzzling into. The three of them promised their love back to you before deciding on the first plan of the day.

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𝓢𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓛𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓜𝓮

Length: 11.5k

Content: fem!reader, smut, character death, attempted SA, kidnapping, pregnancy, some graphic descriptions of violence.

Authors note: Hii!! This is part.2 of my Tarzan!Eren fic. Here is the link, to pt.1 if you haven't already gotten the chance to read it. I also want to thank @lovereren and @annefolklore for the inspo for this part.

Credit: @unicornlandsposts for the photo and @kodaswrld for the divider.

As you and Eren emerged from the water, his fingers found yours, intertwining them as if he was afraid to let go.

Armin walked beside you both, shaking water from his hair, with a smile tugging at his lips.

Eren glanced at him, and for the first time, there was no hesitation, no wariness only gratitude.

"You’re staying," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he still couldn’t believe it.

Armin chuckled. "Yeah. Guess I am."

A smile broke across Eren’s face.

He wasn’t alone anymore.

When you reached the gorilla troop, a ripple of surprise spread through them. Some paused their activities, heads turning toward you and Armin, taking in the sight of the two humans who had chosen to remain.

Then, excitement erupted.

Many of the gorillas let out happy grunts and hoots, thumping their chests or clapping their hands. Some rushed forward, surrounding Eren, patting his back or playfully tugging at his hair. You could hear their murmured words in their own tongue.

"He won’t be lonely anymore."

But not everyone was pleased.

Standing off to the side, were three gorillas; Malcolm, Isaiah, and Peter whom remained silent. Their bodies were filled with doubt. Unlike the others, they did not celebrate nor they did welcome.

Eren noticed them. He didn’t say anything, but you could feel the tension in his body.

The moment was interrupted when Carla and Mikasa approached.Eren instantly straightened, and you caught a faint pink dusting his cheeks. You smiled softly, watching as he gestured toward the older female gorilla.

"This is Carla, my mother." He said.

Carla stepped closer, looking at you with kind eyes. She gave a slow, approving nod, her large hand briefly resting on your shoulder in acceptance.

"And this," Eren continued, "is Mikasa. My sister."

Mikasa circled you, studying you intently. You held still, unsure of what she was looking for. Then, unexpectedly, she reached out and gently pulled at one of your braids.

Your eyes widened slightly, but before you could react, Mikasa turned back to Eren and gave a single nod.

Eren exhaled, almost in relief.

"She’s protective," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "But she’ll come around."

You smiled, nodding in understanding. If you wanted to earn Mikasa’s trust, you’d have to prove yourself.

A sudden tug at Armin’s clothes made you both turn.

A group of baby gorillas had gathered around him, tiny hands grasping at his pants, their wide eyes full of curiosity. They wanted to play with him. Armin blinked, momentarily surprised, then grinned.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his flashlight. and with a click a beam of light flickered onto the ground.

The gorillas gasped, their heads snapping toward the mysterious glow. Then, as Armin slowly moved the beam, the babies squealed in delight, chasing after the glowing spot like it was the most magical thing they had ever seen.

Laughter bubbled from Armin’s chest as he playfully guided the light, watching as the tiny gorillas scrambled after it.

Eren watched in quiet awe, his expression softening. His new friend was bonding with his tribe. And for the first time in his life, everything felt right.

As the excitement settled, Carla gently took your hand in hers, her touch was warm and kind of comforting. Without a word, she led you away from the group, guiding you toward a secluded area by the lagoon. The jungle was quieter here, the only sounds being the soft rustling of leaves and the gentle trickle of water against the rocks.

She motioned for you to sit, and you obeyed, watching curiously as she settled behind you. You barely had time to react before she started sifting through your braids with careful, practiced movements.

Your cheeks burned with sudden realization.

Gorillas groomed one another to form and strengthen their social bonds. This was Carla’s way of welcoming you as part of her family.

You swallowed thickly, allowing her to continue, your heart swelling with something you couldn’t quite name.

When Carla finished, she moved to sit in front of you and said something in gorilla, You were confused. Before you could ask, you caught movement from the corner of your eye.

Eren stood a few feet away, his face burning red, his fingers running through his hair. He looked almost… embarrassed.

Your gaze flickered between him and Carla before you turned to him. "What did she say?"

Eren groaned under his breath, mumbling something incoherent before finally muttering, "She told you to treat me good because I have a fragile heart."

Your lips twitched.

Eren huffed, crossing his arms. "Which I don’t," he quickly added, shooting a glare at Carla. He then said something back to her in gorilla, but by his facial expression you guessed that he told her not to embarrass him.

Carla only laughed, a deep, rumbling sound full of warmth.

Smiling, you turned to her and, in gorilla, said softly, "I will treat your son good."

She reached out, gently resting a large hand on your head before leaning forward, pressing her forehead against yours. It was a gesture of trust as this very moment Carla was over the moon that her son had finally found his mate.

Eren gently took your hand, his fingers warm against yours as he guided you through the jungle. Soon, you found yourself in a quiet clearing where a large nest sat, woven expertly from thick vines and soft leaves.

Eren stopped, gesturing to it proudly. "We sleep here. " You side-eyed him. Then the nest. Then back at him. Then at the nest again.

“I can’t,” you blurted out, shaking your head. “I refuse to sleep there.”

Eren blinked, completely caught off guard. His lips parted slightly in shock, his eyebrows furrowing as if trying to comprehend why you would reject such a fine nest.

Behind him, Jean’s loud, unmistakable laugh echoed.

Eren scowled as Jean approached with Armin and Mikasa, who had been searching for you. Jean didn’t need a translation to figure out what was happening, your face said it all.

You turn to Armin in panic. "We didn’t think this through! Where are we even supposed to live?"

Armin, trying to be optimistic, raised his hands in a calming gesture. "We could always sleep in the tent until we figure something out."

"It could rain, Armin! And I am not living in a tent for the rest of my life!" you said, dramatically pointing at the sky.

Mikasa, noticing your growing frustration, took a step forward, ready to intervene, but Eren gently held a hand out, silently telling her to wait.

He was thinking, but then he remembered.

Without a word, Eren grabbed both your hand and Armin’s, pulling you along. Jean and Mikasa followed curiously as he led you further into the jungle. The walk wasn’t long before you saw a a beautiful wooden treehouse, built securely into the thick branches of a massive tree.

You and Armin exchanged wide-eyed, excited looks before scrambling toward the built-in ladder.

The air inside was thick with dust, untouched for what must have been years. The treehouse was sturdy, crafted from thick wooden planks with large open windows that allowed the jungle breeze to sweep through. The walls were lined with wooden shelves, some still holding old books and trinkets. There was a long dining table with a few worn chairs, a small wooden stove, and even a large balcony overlooking the jungle.

Two separate bedrooms branched off from the main space, their doors slightly ajar. The beds inside were old and simple, the mattresses long since worn out.

Eren stepped inside after you, watching your reaction carefully. "Do you like it?"

Overjoyed, you turned and threw your arms around him in a tight hug. "I love it!"

Eren smiled, relief washing over him. If you were happy, then so was he.

The rest of the day was spent cleaning. You and Armin replaced the old mattresses with the ones you brought from England. You moved your belongings inside, making the space feel like home. Eren and the other gorillas helped bring in supplies, ensuring that everything was secure and livable.

As Armin rummaged through one of the old wooden closets, he suddenly stopped.

“Y/N,” he called, his voice oddly soft.

You walked over, glancing at the iny blue baby onesie he held in his hands.

Your breath hitched as your fingers brushed over the fabric. It was old, but still intact. Next to it was a small wooden toy.

You and Armin exchanged looks, both whispering the same thought at the same time.

“…Eren.”

Eren stepped closer, his head tilting in curiosity as he looked at the objects in your hands. He didn’t seem to recognize them.

Armin exhaled deeply, sitting down in an old wooden chair and rubbing his temples. "This must have been where Eren’s biological parents lived before they vanished."

Your chest tightened.

“How did they vanish in the middle of the jungle?” you murmured, gripping the onesie a little tighter. “And how did Eren end up with Carla?”

More importantly…

How did they end up in Africa in the first place?

Eren stood silently, watching you both with a slightly puzzled expression. Not entirely sure why Armin is rubbing his temple or why you look concerned.

Six months has passed and Eren had changed in ways you never expected. His English had improved remarkably; he was a quick learner, soaking up vocabulary like a sponge. Talking with you and Armin was no longer fragmentary or slow. He was now confident in expressing himself.

He had also improved his writing and reading skills, which was something he struggled with in the beginning. Every day sans exception, he outlines letters and writing down different thoughts, memories, and even mini notes to you. He would sit with you rigorously trying to grasp attempting to achieve the right word.

Beyond just languages, his willingness to learn integrated into watching Armin carefully. His efforts gave him a more refined posture at the dining table, alongside responding with genteel phrases, which were absurd for the jungle's context. Although slightly uncomfortable at first, Armin found flattery in Eren imitating his every gesture.

The golden light of the oncoming evening filtered through the open windows of the treehouse, warming the wood floor with golden patterns. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves outside, filling the air with the scent of fresh rain and wildflowers.

Eren slumped over the wooden table, mindlessly reading through one of the books that Armin owned.. His eyes furrowed as he was in deep concentration.

You, however, were gathering soap and towels in preparation for your bath in the lagoon. Whistling softly under your breath, you stuffed them all into a small woven basket tidily before turning to face Eren.

"I'm ready," you said with a small smile.

Eren closed the book and looked at you, Then he asked, "Do you want to marry me?"

Your heart skipped a beat.

You blinked, completely caught off guard. "W-What?"

Eren rose up, and stepped forward. "I want to marry you." He said short, as if he had long ago made the decision. "I want you to be my mate… my wife."

Your cheeks burned hot with heat as warmth flooded your chest. You were searching for doubt in his eyes but the only thing you could find was love.

You swallowed hard, your mouth wide as the words rushed out in a rush. "I want to marry you, too."

Eren's face lit up, a boyish grin that spread so wide before he yanked you off the floor. You screamed, arms wrapped around his neck as he spun you round and round, both of you busting out laughter. He then carried you out of the treehouse, as he strode through the jungle with you tucked in the crook of his arm, you laughed. "You're not going to set me down, huh?"

"No," he said, smiling.

You cuddled in closer, your hands playing with the loose strands of his hair. Then, at random, you let out a breath, "I'm craving a coconut."

Eren stoped, "Coconut?"

You nodded. "Yeah. I've not had one in a while."

Still holding you, he looked around and spotted a tall coconut tree nearby. Without a word, he put you down gently on a flat rock. "Wait here."

Before you could make a sound, he was already climbing the tree, his muscles flexed as he went up. He was in the top in a flash, shelled off a ripe coconut, and slid down just as fast.

He smiled smugly and opened it on a rock, dividing it cleanly in two before handing you both halves.

You took them, muttering a small thank you.

Eren just smiled as you consumed it, content with the uncomplicated pleasure on your face. Once you had finished, he picked you up once again in his arms, and pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Now, he said softly, taking you to the lagoon, "let's take that bath.".

The afternoon sun casted golden rays that danced on the surface of the lagoon.

Eren had made sure no one would come near, ordering the gorillas to stay away whenever the two of you bathed. He had learned early on that humans valued privacy, especially when it came to moments like this.

Now, standing waist-deep in the crystal-clear water, you watched as Eren rubbed the cocoa butter soap into a lather against a soft scrub. He took a step closer, his wet skin glistening under the sun, and placed a warm hand on your back.

“Turn around,” he murmured.

You did as he asked, exhaling as he pressed the scrub against your skin, moving it in slow, circles. When he reached your shoulders, he abandoned the scrub, kneading his fingers into the knots of tension there. A soft moan escaped your lips before you could stop it, and you instinctively leaned back, resting against his chest.

Eren chuckled softly, his breath warm against your damp skin.

Tilting your head slightly, you met his gaze those deep green eyes. His arms slipped around your waist, his thumbs brushing against your stomach in slow, soothing strokes.

He looked at you like you were his entire world.

A small smile tugged at his lips before he leaned down, pressing them gently to yours.

The kiss was warm, slow, un-rushed that kinda kiss that is full of the kind of love that needed no words. The scent of cocoa butter and the sounds of the jungle surrounded you, but you could barely focus on anything other than him.

The kiss that started softly, but it didn't stay that way for long. Eren's hands grip your hair, pulling you closer, his mouth opening to deepen the kiss. You can taste his desire, his need, and it sparks something within you.

Your tongues clash, battling for dominance. Eren's kiss is messy and hungry, but that only makes it hotter. He explores your mouth with his tongue, growling low in his throat as he does. You suck on his tongue, drawing it deeper into your mouth, and Eren groans, his cock hardening again against your stomach.

You moan into his mouth, your body pressing closer to his. Your kiss grows sloppier, needier. Teeth clash, lips are bitten, and your breaths come in ragged gasps. Eren's hands roam your body, gripping and squeezing, his touch rough and desperate.

You reach down, wrapping your hand around his cock, feeling it throb in your grasp. Eren bucks his hips, grinding against your hand, his mouth never leaving yours. You can feel his precum, slick and hot, as you begin to stroke him, matching the feral rhythm of your kiss

Eren lifts you up to take you to land. When you get there you kiss is neck whispering to him to stand still.He listens to his surpise he sees you on your knees. He tilts his head in confusion until you kissed his tip. You stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on his chest. His muscles tensed under my touch, and you could feel his heartbeat quicken. He was nervous but eager, his body already responding to my proximity.

You leaned in, pressing your lips to his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin against yours. Eren let out a soft gasp, his hands coming up to rest on your shoulders. You trailed kisses down his torso, feeling his breath hitch with each touch.

As you knelt before him, you looked up into his eyes, seeing the raw desire burning within. You unfastened the makeshift loincloth he wore, letting it fall to the ground. His cock, already hard and ready, sprang free. Eren's breath caught in his throat, and he looked at me with wide, uncertain eyes.

You took him in my hand, gently stroking his length. Eren let out a deep, guttural moan, his hips twitching slightly. You could feel the tension in his body, the coiled energy ready to burst free.

You leaned forward, taking the tip of his cock into your mouth. Eren jerked, a strangled cry escaping his lips. The sensation was entirely new to him, and he couldn't help but move his hips, seeking more of the intense pleasure.

You took him deeper, your lips sliding down his shaft. Eren's hands fisted in your hair, his grip firm but not painful. He was already starting to lose control, his body driven by primal instinct.

You began to move your head, drawing him in and out of you mouth. Eren's hips moved in unison, his moans growing louder and more feral. He was tweaking, his body writhing with the overwhelming sensation.

You picked up the pace, taking him deeper with each stroke. Eren's moans turned into growls, his body shaking with the intensity of his pleasure. You could feel his cock pulsing in your mouth, a sign that he was close to the edge.

You reached up, running my hands over his chest, feeling his muscles ripple under your touch. Eren threw his head back, a loud, wild cry escaping his lips as he came hard in your mouth. You swallowed every drop, continuing to suck him gently until his body stopped trembling.

Eren stood there, panting heavily, his body slick with sweat. He looked down at you, "That was..." he began, his voice rough and breathless, "amazing."

"I'm glad you liked it," you whispered still seated on your knees.

The intensity of the blowjob has left Eren panting and shivering with newfound pleasure. He looks down at you, his eyes wild and hungry, his body already stirring again. The taste of his release still lingers in your mouth, and you can see the primal desire building within him once more.

Eren's hands grip your shoulders, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "More," he growls, his voice rough and feral. "I need more of you."

He turns you around, pressing your body against the rough bark of a nearby tree. You can feel the heat radiating from his skin. His hands roam your body, squeezing and gripping, exploring every curve and contour.

Eren leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "I want to take you like this," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "You are mine, right?"

You nod, your heart pounding with anticipation and desire. Eren's hands move to your hips, holding you firmly in place as he grinds his growing erection against your ass. You can feel his cock hardening, the primal need building within him.

He reaches around, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. You gasp, your body jolting with the electric sensation. He continues to stroke you, his fingers dipping into your wetness, gathering the slick juices and spreading them over your folds.

The sound of your wetness fills the air, like a symphony of desire Eren growls, his cock now fully hard, pressing insistently against your entrance. He takes his time, prepping you, making sure you're ready for him. His fingers slide in and out of you, drawing moans of pleasure from deep within your chest.

When he finally enters you, it's with a slow, deliberate thrust, filling you inch by inch. You cry out, your body stretching to accommodate his size. Eren pauses, giving you time to adjust, his breath hot and heavy against your neck.

Then, he begins to move. His hips thrust against yours, his cock sliding in and out of you in a rhythm that is both wild and controlled. The sound of skin against skin fills the air, a primal, erotic symphony that echoes through the jungle.

You can feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it slides in and out of you, the sensation sending electric shocks through your body. Your moans grow louder, more desperate, as Eren's pace quickens, his thrusts becoming more aggressive.

Suddenly, he pulls out, turning you around to face him. Before you can react, he lifts you off the ground, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He enters you again, his cock filling you completely, and you cry out, your body shaking with pleasure.

Eren's hands grip your ass, his fingers digging into your flesh as he holds you in place. He begins to fuck you in earnest, his hips thrusting against yours, his cock sliding in and out of you with a feral, untamed rhythm.

You cling to him, your arms wrapped around his neck, your body moving in sync with his. The pleasure is intense, overwhelming, consuming every fiber of your being. You can feel his cock throbbing inside you, the sensation pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Eren's breath comes in ragged gasps, his body slick with sweat and desire. He growls, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more aggressive. You can feel his release building, his body tensing, his cock swelling inside you.

And with a final, powerful thrust, he does. His cock pulses, his release filling you, the hot, slick sensation sending you spiraling over the edge. You cry out, your body convulsing with the intensity of your orgasm, your pleasure intertwining with his.

Eren holds you tight, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his release. You can feel his heart pounding against your chest, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. In that moment, you are one, your bodies joined, your pleasure intertwined, your spirits connected.

As your bodies slowly calm, Eren pulls back, looking into your eyes. His gaze is soft, tender, a stark contrast to the wild, untamed passion that had consumed him moments before.

"You are mine," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "And I am yours."

You smile, pressing your lips to his in a soft, gentle kiss. In that moment, you were building something beautiful togheter.

As you and Eren walked back to the treehouse, the birds sang in the distance, but your thoughts were elsewhere on what Eren had told you at the treehouse.

You came to the treehouse and found Armin seated in front of the small wooden table, reading through one of the books left behind by Eren's adoptive parents. It was a familiar sight his eyebrows furrowed indicating that he was concentrating.

He glanced up at the sound of your footsteps. His eyes darted between the two of you, noticing the way Eren's fingers were still intertwined with yours, the happiness stuck on your face.

"We want to get married," you exclaimed.

Armin’s mouth parted slightly, his cheeks tinged with the faintest blush. For a second, he seemed surprised maybe even a little emotional but then a warm smile spread across his face.

“If there was anyone you’d want a blessing from… it’d be me, huh?” he mused, shaking his head fondly.

You nodded, grinning. “Of course.”

Armin let out a breathless laugh before smiling. "Then you have my blessing. Not that you need it, you two are obviously meant to be."

Without hesitation, you hugged him, holding him tightly. Armin hugged him back with the same enthusiasm.

Eren awkwardly fumbled for a second before stepping forward, extending his hand. He has read somewhere that many men prefer not to be hugged.

Armin snorted and hugs Eren, thumping Eren hard on the back as they exchanged an awkward but beautiful hug.

Retreating, you went over to the little wooden dining table, already planning in your head. Grabbing a piece of parchment, you dipped your quill into the inkwell and began writing.

Dear Pastor Nick,

I hope this letter finds you in good health. I am writing to you with something of very great importance.

You have known me since birth, and you know that my parents were on close terms with the Queen, my mother was especially one of Queen Charlotte's closest friends. I now seek her blessing upon something that means everything to me.

Eren and I would like to be married.

I understand this is not orthodox whatsoever, but my heart has spoken. Should there be any way of going about asking the Queen for permission, I would be eternally grateful.

Yours faithfully,

[Your Name]

Satisfied with your words, you folded the letter and put it in an envelope.

"Now how do we go about delivering this to Pastor Nick?" you murmured, looking up at Armin.

Armin rubbed his chin, and then clicked his fingers. "We'll get one of the messenger pigeons to deliver it."

Your eyebrows shot up. "Messenger pigeons?"

Armin nodded. "Jean and I set up a system a few months back. We trained some pigeons to carry messages to the closest outpost where European explorers moor. From there, letters can be sent back to England."

Eren, who had been quietly listening, leaned forward. "Birds… deliver messages?"

Armin chuckled. “Exactly. It’ll take time, but if all goes well, the letter should reach Pastor Nick within a few weeks.”

You exhaled, feeling a rush of excitement. The wheels were in motion. If all went well, the Queen herself would acknowledge your marriage, granting it legitimacy in the eyes of the world.

Eren leaned over your shoulder, peering at the letter. “So… this means we’re really getting married?”

You whirled excited around to face him. "Yes, Eren. We are."

And like that, the first brick to a future together was officially laid down.

Today was a special day, as it was the day of the annual summit meeting, where the tribe would discuss the future of the tribe, settle disputes, and solve problems.

You sat among them, watching as Eren stood at the center, commanding and negotiating among his tribe.

You couldn't help but feel a wave of pride. To see him in such a leadership role, doing the whole job himself and shouldering the entire responsibility for his tribe, it was so attractive. Even Armin, sitting beside you with his notebook open, was captivated, his quill pressing against the parchment as he transcribed every decision made.

There was a freeze of uncertainty since the tribe was about to vote on a critical matter. Arms rose one after another in unison. You and Armin, however, did not move.

Jean, who sat beside you, looked at you both with inquisitiveness. "You're not going to vote?"

The attention of the entire group shifted towards you and Armin.

Armin flushed under their stares, and you stammered, "I—I didn't know we could. We're not… well, we're not gorillas."

Eren locked eyes with you. "You're part of this group. That makes you one of us."

You were going to argue with him when he cut you off before you could utter a word.

"I'm not a gorilla myself," he stated, his green eyes still locked on yours. "And you—my future wife—are the mate of the leader of the tribe. You must be involved with them. With us."

Mikasa, nodded in agreement, her dark eyes flicking towards you in a silent nod of acceptance.

You glanced to Armin, and he glanced to you, both of you exchanging a hesitant but friendly smile before raising your hands.

The moment was special. The tribe had received you in ways you hadn't expected, and yet, some were still resisting.

A sneer came from Malcom, ruining the moment.

Malcom with Isaiah and Peter exchanged a glance before proceeding.

“This is the very issue," Malcom snarled. His black eyes flashed with anger as he gazed between you, Armin, and Eren. "You have allowed outsiders contaminate our lifestyle.

Isaiah's head moved in agreement, his tone biting. "You speak of unity, Eren, but are you even part of our ranks? Are you a human or a gorilla? And what of them?" His gaze fell on you. "She and the other one brought Floch here, and we all see how that went."

Eren's hands curled into fists. His anger smoldered beneath the surface, but he controlled it today. He had to show leadership and be level headed. "Keep them out of this," he snarled, his voice threatening.

The air was charged with tension like fire through dry leaves.

Then Mikasa stood up.

Her presence alone caused the three gorillas to freeze.

"You're saying you want them dead?" she asked, ready to attack.

Your breath caught. You and Armin exchanged glances as the conversation jumped too quickly in the gorilla tongue for you to follow. You crouched in, whispering, "Did you hear that?"

Armin remained focused, whispering, "They think we're dangerous to the tribe."

Your eyes widen, what will that mean for Eren?

Peter edged warily forward, raising his hands in a calming gesture. "Calm down now, Mikasa. You have a great responsibility being the strongest of us. But your protecting of Eren is clouding your mind." His eyes returned to you. "They are harmful. They don't belong here."

"Enough of that," Eren growled. He moved forward, looming over them. "If the tribe does not want me as leader, then let them decide. End it once and for all."

There was a shocked whisper of concern among the seated gorillas. Carla, being amongst them "Eren, no." she whispered, reaching out to clutch him.

He met his mother's worried eyes and shook his head. "This is the only way," he said in a low tone.

And so they voted.

There were only three opposed to him.

Malcom. Isaiah. Peter.

The three of them stood in stunned silence as the size of their loss struck home.

Eren let the judgment sink in before he spoke. "In the name of peace," he said cold, "I excommunicate you from this tribe."

There was a shocked gasp from the crowd.

Malcom's face twisted with rage, but he made no protest. Isaiah's lips pressed into a thin line, and Peter clenched his jaw.

When they turned to go, you let out a pent breath, your fingers still knotted in your lap.

“I can't help but pity them," you leaned over to whisper to Armin.

Armin nodded, his face solemn. "Me too."

But there was no going back from this and the meeting went on.

The moon hung low in the sky, swollen and golden, its reflection rippling across the secluded lake. Fireflies drifted lazily through the air, their soft glow flickering like fallen stars.

You waded into the water first, the cool water kissing your skin, sending a shiver up your spine. Eren followed, his movements fluid, the water parting around him like it belonged to him just as much as the trees, the sky, and the very earth beneath your feet.

He came up behind you, his hands finding your waist beneath the water’s surface. He pulled you close until your back met his chest. His breath was warm against your neck, sending a wave of heat through you despite the cool night air.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. There was no need for words, only the sound of water shifting around your bodies, the way his fingers traced slow, languid circles against your skin.

Then, he whispered with a voice low.

“You are the only thing I have ever truly belonged to.”

Your heart clenched.

He turned you in his arms, and his green eyes were softer than you had ever seen them, like the first touch of spring against winter’s cruel end.

“You heard what they said today,” he murmured, his fingertips grazing your cheek, tucking a damp braid behind your ear. “They questioned if I was human or gorilla. They questioned you.” His jaw clenched, and for a fleeting moment, a bit of frustration crossed his face. “But I need you to understand something.”

You cupped his face, your thumbs brushing over his cheekbones, silently urging him to continue.

“If they ever turn on you, if they ever cast you out,” his voice cracked slightly, “I will leave with you.”

Your breath hitched.

Eren’s hands slid to your arms, gripping them gently, grounding himself in your warmth. “I have never belonged anywhere, but with you, I do. And I will never-never disappoint you.”

Tears burned behind your eyes and you felt your chest tighten.

The moonlight kissed the water droplets on his skin, making him look almost otherworldly, like a god carved from starlight and shadow.

You pressed your forehead to his, “You will never disappoint me,” you whispered. “And I will never leave you.”

Then, slowly, his lips brushed against yours a ghost of a touch, a question, a promise.

And when you pressed closer, when your mouths molded together, it was as if the whole world melted away.

The wind held its breath.

The jungle grew still.

There was only the night, the lake, and the two of you entwined like unbreakable roots beneath the soil.

When you finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his hands trailing slowly down your back.

“Come,” he whispered. “Lay with me.”

Hand in hand, you emerged from the water, the cool air prickling against your damp skin. He led you to a patch of soft grass near the shore, where the sky stretched wide above you, a canvas of deep indigo and scattered stars.

Eren lay beside you, one arm draped over your waist, his other hand tracing slow, absentminded patterns against your arm.

For a while, you simply watched the heavens, feeling his steady breaths against your shoulder.

“This place,” you murmured, voice quiet as if speaking too loud might shatter the fragile magic of the moment, “it feels like a dream sometimes.”

Eren hummed in agreement. “A dream I never want to wake from.”

You turned to look at him, your heart swelling at the expression on his face, he seemed more at peace than you had ever seen him.

And as the stars continued their silent dance overhead, you knew without hesitation, without doubt that with him was where you were meant to be.

Eren's gaze met yours, he leaned in, his lips finding yours once more, but this time, there was a different hunger. It was a need born not just of desire, but of love, that kind of connection that went beyond the physical.

His kiss deepened, his tongue exploring your mouth with a sensual, languid rhythm that mimicked the dance of the fireflies around you. You melted into him, your body pressing against his, feeling the hard planes of his chest, the strength of his arms as they wrapped around you.

Slowly, he moved down your body, his lips trailing kisses along your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. Each touch was a whispered sonnet, a declaration of love written in the language of the flesh. He took his time, savoring you, worshipping you as if you were a goddess under the moonlight.

When he reached the apex of your thighs, he looked up at you, his green eyes filled with a mixture of reverence and desire. He parted your legs gently, his breath warm against your most intimate place. You gasped as he began to pleasure you with his mouth, his tongue moving with the same slow, deliberate rhythm as his kisses.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, your body arching as waves of pleasure crashed over you. He took you higher and higher, his mouth and tongue working in harmony until you were crying out his name, your body convulsing with the force of your climax.

As you came down from your high, Eren looked up at you, his lips glistening with your essence. He took your hand, guiding it to touch yourself, to feel the wetness he had created. Then, he brought your fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours.

He rose up, his body covering yours, his arousal evident against your thigh. Using your cum as glide, he slowly entered you, a low groan escaping his lips as he filled you completely. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, feeling the exquisite friction as he began to move.

Eren's strokes were slow and deliberate, a dance as old as time itself. He whispered words of love in your ear, his voice a low, sensual melody that blended with the whispers of the night. You moved together, your bodies in perfect harmony, your hearts beating as one.

The world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you, lost in a dance of love and passion under the starlit sky. The moon and the stars bore witness to your union, their light casting a silver glow over your entwined bodies.

As your pleasure built once more, you looked into Eren's eyes, seeing your future reflected in them.

The three outcasts sat in the dim glow of a small fire, their faces cast in flickering shadows.

“We need to start building a tribe,” Malcom muttered, his fingers digging into the dirt. “But how? We have no women. We can’t multiply.”

Isaiah exhaled. “The gorillas won’t let us near their females. Not without a fight.”

Silence stretched between them until a slow, twisted smirk formed on Isaiah’s lips. “But Eren’s mate… she lives further out. She’s not always surrounded by them.”

Peter’s brows furrowed. “You’re talking about taking her?”

“Why not?” Isaiah shrugged. “Eren stays with her for five nights, but then he returns to the tribe. If we strike while he’s distracted, she’ll be alone.”

A cruel glint flickered in Malcom’s eyes. “Then it’s settled. We take her.”

The sun was warm against your skin as you lay on the wooden platform outside the treehouse, basking in the afternoon heat. A soft breeze rustled the leaves above, and the distant calls of jungle birds filled the air.

Eren had been reluctant to leave you alone, even for a few hours. He had insisted on posting two gorilla guards nearby an extra layer of protection while he and Armin attended their lessons with the tribe. You had laughed at his concern, telling him you could handle yourself.

But now, lying here, completely at ease, you realized too late how vulnerable you truly were.

A sudden, guttural snarl shattered the peace. You sat up instantly, your heart pounding through your dress. Before you could react, a heavy shadow loomed over you. A sharp pain exploded at the back of your head, and your world went black.

A dull, throbbing pain pulled you back to consciousness. Your wrists ached, bound tightly with thick, twisted vines. You gasped, blinking rapidly, your vision swimming in the dimly lit space. The air was damp and musty, the walls rough and uneven, you were in a cave.

Panic clocked at your throat. You struggled against the restraints, twisting, pulling, but the vines only bit deeper into your skin.

"Help!" you screamed, your voice was filled with terror. "Eren! Armin!"

"Shut up," Peter hissed, stepping closer.

Your breath hitched, chest heaving. The other two, Malcom and Isaiah sat nearby, whispering among themselves.

All you could hope is that someone will be looking for you.

Mikasa arrived at the treehouse, expecting to find you ready for your gorilla lessons. Instead, she froze at the sight before her, two of the gorilla guards lying lifeless on the ground.

Her heart pounded.

"Y/N?" she called, scanning the area, but there was no response, nor a sign of you.

Her hands clenched into fists. She didn’t need further confirmation…someone had taken you.

Without hesitation, she turned and sprinted through the jungle, leaping between branches until she found Eren and Armin. They were training, Eren was guiding Armin through a series of drills meant to build his confidence and physical strength.

Mikasa didn’t waste time. "You need to come now," she said breathlessly. "Y/N’s been kidnapped. The guards are dead."

The world around Eren blurred as his vision pulsed red.

Armin took a step forward, eyes wide. "What?"

Eren's jaw tightened, his body rigid. "Summon the others," he ordered Mikasa, his voice like stone.

Armin looked between them, confused. "Eren?"

"She’s been taken," Eren said, his voice softer now. He placed a firm hand on Armin’s shoulder. "I’ll get her back."

With that, they ran toward the gorilla tribe.At the emergency meeting, Eren’s rage was barely contained. "Y/N is gone," he announced. "We’re going to find her."

Then, without another word, he turned and walked away.

Armin chased after him, his heart hammering. He found Eren crouched on the ground, gripping a thick wooden stick. Eren lashed a sharpened rock to its tip, securing it with vines.

Armin swallowed hard.

"Eren…"

Eren didn’t look up. "I never wanted to be a killer," he murmured. "But I won’t be weak. Not when it comes to the ones I love." His eyes lifted, burning with resolve. "If she’s going to stay here with me, she has to know I’ll protect her. No matter what."

Armin exhaled shakily but nodded.

A sudden flutter of wings interrupted them. A hoopoe landed on Eren’s shoulder, chirping. Eren listened, then stood.

"They found her," he said. "She’s in a cave in the mountains."

Your breath came in ragged gasps as you kicked and struggled, your bound wrists useless against Malcom’s grip.

"Let me go!" you screamed, thrashing against him.

"You’re going to help us build a new tribe, whether you like it or not."

Your stomach turned. "You’re disgusting."

He only smirked, hands gripping your dress.

As terror clawed at you, you squeezed your eyes shut. But then you felt warm spray of liquid on your dress and the gorilla above you slumped.

You opened your eyes just in time to see Malcom’s body collapse, a jagged spear of stone buried deep in his chest. Blood pooled beneath him.

And standing behind him was Eren. His chest heaved, he looked enraged.

Armin rushed forward, slicing through your restraints. As soon as your hands were free, you scrambled to your feet and flung yourself into Eren’s arms, sobbing against his chest.

"It’s fine," he whispered, pressing a hand to the back of your head. "You’re safe. But you need to leave now! Go with Armin!"

You hesitated, your fingers tightening in his shirt.

"Go," he said with a softer voice. "I’ll handle the rest."

Armin grabbed your hand. Together, you ran from the cave, your legs barely keeping up with the frantic pace. As you emerged into the jungle, you spotted the gorilla warriors led by Mikasa marching toward the mountain.

You didn’t dare stop to ask questions.

Back at camp, you turned to Armin. "I need to bathe," you murmured, still feeling the sticky warmth of blood on your skin.

He nodded, walking with you but stopping a few meters away from the lagoon, turning his back as you waded into the water. The coolness enveloped you, washing away the grime, the fear, the blood.

When you returned to the campsite, the deep, guttural sounds of gorillas filled the air. You and Armin rushed toward the commotion.

What you saw made your stomach drop.

Eren walked through the clearing, a spear in his hands, three severed gorilla heads impaled on its tip. His expression was blank, his green eyes void of warmth.

Behind him, Mikasa, Jean, and another gorilla carried mutilated bodies.

You and Armin stood frozen.

Eren didn’t see you. It wasnt until the evening when he finally approached, you ran to him without thinking, throwing your arms around his body.

"Are you okay?" you both asked at the same time.

A breathless laugh escaped you.

You nodded. "I’m fine. I just… I feel better after the bath."

Eren smiled, his expression softening for the first time. He lifted a hand, gently resting it on your braids before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I’m fine too," he murmured. "Just needed a nap." He chuckled lightly, as if he hadn’t just carried the heads of your captors through the jungle.

You swallowed. The image of him, his cold-eyed, flashed in your mind.

"What… what did you do with them?" you whispered almost.

His thumb brushed against your cheek. "Don’t worry about it," he said simply. "They’ll never lay a hand on you again."

Before you could say anything else, he lifted you effortlessly into his arms, carrying you in a bridal hold toward your bed.

A month had passed since the letter was sent. The waiting had been agonizing. Every day, you had found yourself glancing toward the horizon, hoping to see a messenger bird return with news. And today, it finally came.

The Messenger pigeons landed on your stretched out arm, a neatly folded parchment tied to its leg. Your breath hitched as you carefully untied it, fingers trembling.

Armin stood beside you, equally anxious. "Well?" he asked.

You inhaled sharply and unrolled the letter. Your eyes scanned the words, heart pounding in your chest. Then you breath you ot relief.

"The queen approved it!" you gasped.

Armin’s face lit up. "She did?"

You nodded, voice breathless with joy. "She’s giving us her blessing! The king himself will be coming here in two months to oversee the marriage!"

Armin grabbed your hands and twirling you in excitement. "This is huge!" he laughed. "Eren is going to lose his mind!"

"We need to tell him," you said, already stepping forward. "But first, we need to send out the invitations."

The next morning, you and Armin got to work.

With carefully pressed leaves and ink made from crushed berries, you both wrote invitations for the grand wedding. Some were sent to the Queen’s court, others to the gorilla tribe, and a select few to the humans who had become allies along the way.

"This is really happening," Armin murmured as he sealed an invitation. "You're going to be jungle royalty, Y/N."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Royalty or not, I'm just happy I'll officially be with Eren."

He smiled warmly. "I think that’s all he cares about too."

Once the messages were sent via messenger birds, you could barely contain your excitement.

You found Eren near the waterfall, spear in hand, deep in training. His muscles flexed as he moved, he was so focused he didn’t notice you approaching.

"Eren!" you called.

He turned swiftly, a glint of concern in his emerald eyes before his expression softened at the sight of you. "What is it?"

You grinned. "The queen approved."

For a moment, he just stared.

"She what?" His voice cracked slightly.

You laughed. "She approved the marriage! The king will be here in two months to make it official."

Eren dropped his spear. His mouth parted slightly, as if trying to form words but failing. Then, he quickly surged forward and grabbed your waist, lifting you off the ground as he spun you in the air.

"She actually approved?" he breathed against your ear.

"Yes!" you giggled, clinging to his shoulders.

He set you down and cupped your face with both hands, his eyes searching yours. "We're really getting married."

You nodded, warmth spreading through your chest. "We are."

A rare, boyish grin tattooed itself across his lips. "I need to tell my mom."

Without another word, he turned and bolted toward the nest. You laughed as you watched him go.

A week later you sat cross-legged on a woven mat, hands moving through your braids, undoing them carefully. Each tug made your arms ache more, and after a while, you sighed in frustration, dropping them for a moment of rest.

"Want help?" Armin's voice was gentle, familiar.

You looked up at him and smiled. "Please."

This was nothing new between you two. Ever since childhood, Armin had always helped when you struggled with your hair. Whether it was detangling after long days or taking out styles your fingers had grown too tired to undo, he had always been there.

So, without hesitation, you moved between his legs, your back resting lightly against his chest as he took over. His fingers worked quickly, undoing the tiny knots with ease, careful not to tug too hard.

"You’re gonna look amazing at the wedding," Armin murmured as he worked.

You chuckled. "You have to say that."

"I don’t," he said, a small smile in his voice. "But I mean it."

Eren and Mikasa made their way back to the camp after gathering supplies, speaking in low voices about last-minute preparations for the ceremony. But as they stepped past the tree line, Eren froze.

There you were, sitting in front of Armin, his hands working gently through your braids.

Eren felt something tighten in his chest. It wasn’t just the sight itself. It was the tenderness of it, the quiet intimacy of Armin’s fingers moving through your hair. He knew Armin was your childhood friend, knew how close you two were. But still, something about it made him hesitate.

Mikasa, however, didn’t hesitate. "What the hell—" she started, already moving forward to break up whatever was happening.

But Eren reached out, stopping her with a firm grip on her wrist.

"Let it be," he said quietly.

Mikasa turned to him, brows furrowed. "Eren, it looks—"

"I know," he admitted, glancing back at you and Armin. "But I trust her. And I trust him."

Mikasa didn’t look convinced. "It just feels—"

Eren exhaled. "They're close. Always have been. I don't want to start a problem where there isn’t one."

He looked at you one last time before turning away. "Come on. Our mother probably needs more help gathering food."

Mikasa hesitated, her protective instincts clashed with Eren’s logic, but in the end, she gave in. With a final glance in your direction, she followed Eren back into the jungle.

And you, completely unaware of what had just happened, continued sitting between Armin’s legs, letting him undo the last of section of your braids.

The shore buzzed with anticipation as you, Eren, Armin, and a few of the gorillas stood waiting. The waves lapped gently against the sand, the salty breeze tousling your curly hair as you shaded your eyes, scanning the horizon. Then, finally, the boat appeared.

The vessel cut smoothly through the water. Your heart swelled as you spotted Hitch waving enthusiastically, Marlow holding their baby close. Reiner stood near the railing, arms crossed with a smirk, while Annie and Bertholdt stood beside him. Historia and Ymir leaned together, whispering, their eyes scanning the island with curiosity. Pastor Nick and Dr. Hange were deep in conversation, and Armin’s grandfather stood with Avery, both looking eager yet slightly overwhelmed. And finally, standing regally at the bow, King George and Queen Charlotte.

Eren adjusted the cuffs of Armin’s suit, a small frown on his face. He was still getting used to wearing more clothing, but he'd found he enjoyed pants, they are comforting, the practical. The jacket, though? That was another story. Still, for today, he endured it.

The boat docked, and one by one, your friends disembarked.

You stepped forward, beaming as you introduced Eren. “Everyone, this is Eren.”

Eren stood tall, he was calm but he tried to be observant. He wanted to make a good first impression. He shook hands with Marlow first, then Hitch. He hesitated slightly when she gave him a mischievous smirk but shook her hand firmly.

“You’re the famous wild man, huh?” Hitch mused, her eyes scanning him up and down. “Gotta say, I wasn’t expecting this.”

Eren arched a brow. “This?”

“This,” she gestured vaguely to his entire being, then leaned in closer to you, lowering her voice. “Okay, I shouldn’t be saying this as a married woman, but damn. A wild man? I bet the sex is amazing.”

Your face were burning instantly. “Hitch!”

She only laughed as you playfully shoved her. To distract yourself, you quickly reached for her baby, cradling the tiny bundle in your arms. “Oh, he’s so precious,” you cooed. Looking down at his sleepy face, your heart melted. “Hi, little one. I’m your auntie. I’m so happy to finally meet you.”

Eren watched smiling before you turned to him, a bright smile on your lips. “Eren, come meet Peter.”

Eren stepped closer, peering down at the small baby in your arms. Gently, he reached out a large hand, his fingers brushing against the infant’s tiny ones. Peter instinctively gripped one of Eren’s fingers, and the sight of it made Hitch and you awe.

“Wow,” Hitch whispered, nudging you. “He’s a natural.”

Eren blinked down at the baby before glancing at you, as if silently asking if he was doing it right. You smiled at him warmly, and he seemed to relax. He carefully ran a finger along Peter’s cheek, watching in fascination as the baby squirmed slightly.

Then, Armin cleared his throat. “Eren, I’d like you to meet someone else.”

Eren turned as Armin gestured toward Annie. “This is Annie,” he said, his voice softer. “My fiancée.”

Eren’s eyes flickered between the two of them before he extended his hand. Annie hesitated briefly before shaking it.

“I’m happy for you,” Eren said simply.

Armin smiled, a slight flush on his cheeks.

One by one, Eren met the rest of the group—Reiner, Bertholdt, Ymir, Historia, Pastor Nick, Dr. Hange. And when he stood before the King and Queen, you held your breath slightly, unsure how they’d react to him.

But to your relief, the Queen gave him a nod of approval. “It is an honor to meet the man my dear has chosen,” she said warmly.

Eren bowed saying“Thank you.”

And just like that, the world between your two lives began to blend into one.

After everyone had settled in, the atmosphere around the camp was warm and lively. Laughter filled the air as old friends reunited, sharing stories and memories from their time apart.

As you sat near the fire, Reiner approached with a smirk. “I got you something,” he said, pulling out a small confetti-wrapped package and handing it to you.

Your eyes widened in excitement. “No way!Reiner! Is this?”

“Your favorite chocolate from university.”

A squeal escaped your lips as you quickly unwrapped it. The familiar rich scent hit your nose, bringing back countless memories of late-night study sessions.

You turned, searching for Eren. “Eren! Come try this!”

Eren, who had been standing nearby observing the interactions between the newcomers, walked over. You held up a piece of the chocolate.

The moment you extended it toward him, his expression changed. His eyes narrowed, and in a swift motion, he slapped the chocolate out of your hand.

You blinked, completely shocked. “Eren?!”

He looked at you like you’d lost your mind. “Why would you try to feed me poop?” he asked, his voice dead serious.

Silence. Then, you slowly glanced down at the fallen chocolate.

A snort of laughter bubbled out of you before you doubled over, clutching your stomach. “Oh my God! Eren! It’s not poop, it’s chocolate!”

Eren still looked unconvinced, his lips pressing into a line.

You wiped a tear from your eye, still giggling, and reached into the box for another piece. “Look,” you said, holding it up for him to see. “It’s sweet. I used to eat this all the time back home.”

Still hesitant, Eren narrowed his eyes. “And you’re sure this isn’t some kind of animal waste?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Just trust me.”

Before he could protest, you popped the chocolate into his mouth.

Eren’s jaw tensed as he chewed. Then, his eyes widened slightly. His chewing slowed, savoring the taste. He swallowed, looking down at the remaining chocolates in your hand.

“This…this is sweeter than mangoes,” he admitted.

“See? Told you!” You beamed.

Without hesitation, he grabbed another piece and popped it into his mouth. Then another.

Reiner crossed his arms, amused. “Looks like he’s a fan now.”

You giggled at your fiancé’s sudden enthusiasm, watching as he happily ate more.

The morning of your wedding was filled with an air of anticipation and quiet excitement. Sunlight filtered through the trees, casting golden hues over the jungle clearing where your closest friends and family had gathered.

Inside the treehouse, Avery carefully refreshed your three days old French braids with some hair product, her fingers gentle yet precise. As she finished, she stepped back, admiring her work with glassy eyes.

"You look beautiful," she whispered, voice thick with emotion. "I can’t believe my little girl is getting married."

You smiled at her reflection in the mirror, reaching for her hand. “Thank you, Avery. For everything.”

Historia, sitting nearby, let out a dreamy sigh. "This is like something out of a romance novel a wild man and a lady from civilization, defying all odds for love. It’s poetic."

Hitch, on the other hand, was grinning as she adjusted the last touches of your dress. “I bet the ladies at court lost their minds when they got the invitations. Imagine their faces when they found out you were marrying a ‘jungle man.’” She snorted. "They probably needed smelling salts.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Probably.”

With the final touches complete, you took a deep breath. You were ready.

The grand tree stood at the center of the gathering, its ancient roots stretching deep into the earth, as if bearing witness to countless stories before this one. Now, it would witness yours and Eren’s story.

The gorillas and your human guests formed a semi-circle around you both. Flowers, vines, and woven fabrics adorned the area, blending the beauty of the jungle with the elegance of your upbringing.

Eren stood before you, his broad frame dressed in the suit Avery had brought him from England. Though he had grown accustomed to wearing clothes, there was something but it didn’t hide the wilderness within him. The way he stood barefoot on the jungle floor, it was clear that no matter what, Eren would always belong here. And so would you.

Pastor Nick stood between you, a warm, knowing smile on his face. “We have gathered here in the heart of nature to witness the union of two souls. A love that crosses borders, customs, and expectations.”

The ceremony blended both human and gorilla. The tribe’s elder blessed the union first, holding out a bowl of sacred water, which he poured over both of your hands to signify unity and protection. Then, Pastor Nick took over.

Eren cleared his throat, shifting slightly. He had practiced his vows for weeks with Armin, going over them until the words felt right. He stole a glance at Armin, who stood off to the side. His best friend gave him an encouraging thumbs-up, his expression proud.

Eren exhaled deeply before meeting your gaze. His green eyes held nothing but love.

“I was never meant to know love the way humans do. I was raised in the wild, free from rules and expectations. But when you came here, you changed everything. You taught me what it means to build a life with someone—not just to protect, but to share, to grow, to dream. I vow to stand by you, to fight for you, to cherish you in every way I know how. Even if the world turns against us, I will never leave your side.”

You felt tears prick at your eyes as you reached for his hands. You squeezed them gently before speaking your own vows.

“I have lived in two worlds. One filled with books, courtly manners, and expectations. And one filled with wild beauty, danger, and the unknown. But of all the places I have ever been, I feel most at home when I’m with you. You are my love, my safe place, my greatest adventure. I vow to stand beside you, no matter where life takes us. To love you as fiercely as you love me, until the end of my days.”

Eren’s fingers tightened around yours, as he broke into a soft smile.

Pastor Nick turned to one of the gorilla elder, who nodded in approval.

“Then, by the laws of man and nature, I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

Eren didn’t hesitate. He pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss, his hands framing your face with such care that it melted you completely. The crowd erupted into cheers. The gorillas let out deep, rumbling calls of approval, while your human friends clapped and whistled.

Mikasa smirked proudly, Jean nudged Armin, who simply smiled with satisfaction. Historia sighed dreamily, while Hitch nudged Avery and whispered, “If that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen…”

As Eren finally pulled away, his forehead resting against yours, he whispered so only you could hear, “Mine. Always.”

And with that, your new life together began.

For the next two nights, the camp was filled with celebration. Feasts were held, songs were sung, and laughter echoed under the moonlit sky. It was a beautiful blend of human and gorilla, united by the love between you and Eren.

One by one, your guests prepared to leave. Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie bid their farewells, though Annie lingered behind with Armin, both not wanting to part just yet.

Dr.Hange, chose to stay longer, eager to explore the jungle’s hidden medicinal plants.

As the final boats departed, you stood hand in hand with Eren, watching the waves ripple against the shore. The world you once knew was now a distant memory. This wild paradise was your home now.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way….You believed.

The days had grown longer, as the warmth of the season settled in. Something about the air felt different, though neither you nor Eren could quite place why.

You had been more tired lately, exhaustion settling deep into your bones. Certain foods didn’t appeal to you anymore, while others, the ones you never cared for before all of the suddenly consumed your cravings. Armin had noticed the way you often held your stomach subconsciously, how your fingers would linger there as if your body was whispering a secret to you.

Hange, had taken it upon themselves to care for you. They’d prepare special meals, ones filled with rich nutrients, urging you to eat even when you didn’t feel like it. They guided you through breathing exercises, gently rubbing your back when nausea overtook you in the mornings. And when you complained of the strange tightness in your lower belly, they insisted on oil massages to ease the tension.

Eren did notice, at first, he was grateful. Hange was helping you, making sure you were comfortable, taking care of you in ways he didn’t quite understand yet. But as time passed, he couldn’t ignore the pang of jealousy curling in his chest. You spent so much time with Hange, whispering things just out of his reach, requesting privacy, shutting him out.

Armin was busy with his research and Annie, and for the first time since you arrived…he felt lonely again.

And it all came to a head one evening.

Eren had been looking for you, wanting to steal you away for a quiet moment, just the two of you. But when he stepped into the hut, he found you lying on the woven mat, your dress pulled slightly up as Hange’s hands moved in slow, circular motions over your stomach, spreading a fragrant oil along your skin.

Eren’s jaw clenched. His chest tightened in an unfamiliar way.

“What’s going on?” He asked flicking is eyes between you and Hange.

You glanced at him, surprised by his tone. “Eren—”

“Can I talk to you?” His gaze flickered between you and Hange. “Alone.”

You hesitated, this was something you still needed time to process. You weren’t ready to tell him yet. Not until you found the right words.

“Can you give us some privacy, Eren?” you asked softly.

You reached for Eren’s hand, but he pulled away, his expression unreadable. He left before you could explain.

Later that night, Eren was sitting by the river, his arms resting on his knees as he glared at the moonlit water. He hated being left out, especially when it came to you. He had spent so long protecting you, keeping you safe, and yet, you had pushed him away tonight. He didn’t understand why. Have you changed your mind? Do you long after England?

When you finally approached him, he barely spared you a glance. You knelt beside him, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your tunic. The sound of the rushing water filled the silence between you two.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Eren let out a sharp exhale through his nose. “For what?”

“For not telling you sooner.”

That caught his attention. He turned his head slightly, locking his eyes with yours.

“I didn’t want to shut you out,” you started, voice gentle. “I just… I needed a moment to process everything.”

“Process what?”

You took a shaky breath, guiding his hand to your stomach. His warmth spread through you instantly, grounding you, anchoring you.

“I’m pregnant, Eren.”

For a moment, there was only silence. Then, Eren exhaled, his hand pressing more firmly against your belly as if waiting to feel something, anything. His other hand cupped your cheek, his touch reverent, as if you had just told him the gods themselves had blessed you.

“You—” He swallowed hard. “A baby?”

You nodded, eyes stinging with unshed tears.

Eren let out a breathless laugh, his forehead dropping to yours. “You’re carrying our child,” he whispered, as if saying it aloud would make it more real. He pulled away slightly, sliding down so he could press his ear to your stomach, his large hands covering you protectively.

“Hello, little one,” he murmured. “It’s me. Your father.” His lips brushing over your belly. “You don’t know me yet, but I swear to you, I will love you with everything I am.”

Tears slipped down your cheeks as you ran your fingers through his hair.

Eren looked up at you. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “For doubting. I should have trusted you.”

You shook your head, cupping his face. “You just didn’t know.”

His hand covered yours, pressing it tighter against his cheek. “I will be a good husband to you, a good father to them. I will protect you both with my life.”

He swallowed, his voice thick with emotion. “I hope they have your eyes,” he murmured, his thumb brushing against your lips. “Your smile. Your kindness. The way your laughter fills the air like the sweetest melody. I hope they carry your fire, your warmth so that even if I were to fall into the darkest abyss, just a glimpse of them would bring me back to life.”

A sob broke past your lips, and Eren caught it with a soft kiss as he is sealing every promise he made. And as he held you that night, his hands never strayed far from your stomach.

The next morning you were seated at the the small wooden table with Armin sharing breakfast. The soft chirping of birds echoed through the jungle, blending into the distant sounds of the river.

Armin was mid-sentence about something about his studies, when you placed your hand on your stomach.

“Armin,” you said.

He looked up, “What’s wrong?”

“I’m pregnant.”

For a second, Armin just stared at you, as if his mind was still processing the words. Then he smiled.

“You—” He choked on his words, eyes glassing over. “You’re having a baby?”

You laughed, nodding, and before you could say anything else, Armin rushed over, pulling you into a tight hug.

“This is amazing,” he whispered, pulling away to look at you. “You and Eren… You’re starting a family.”

You smiled, wiping at the tear that slipped down his cheek. “I know. It still feels unreal.”

Armin let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head in wonder. “He’s going to be ecstatic.”

At that, your smile softened. “He already knows.”

Armin’s brows shot up. “And?”

You thought back to the night before, the way Eren had held you, whispering his promises against your skin, swearing to protect you and your child with every fiber of his being.

“He was… emotional,” you said with a small smile. “He’s really happy.”

Armin’s smile widened, and he reached for your hand, squeezing it. “I’m so happy for you both.”

There was a moment of silence, then, Armin’s expression turned a bit more serious.

“There’s… actually something I wanted to talk to you about.”

You tilted your head slightly. “What is it?”

He was thinking, his fingers drummed against the table and his lips pressed together

“It’s about Eren,” he finally said.

Your stomach flipped at the way his tone shifted.

Before you could ask, before he could explain, something interrupted the moment a distant rustling in the trees, a call from one of the gorillas and the sound of Eren approaching.

And like that, the conversation was left unfinished.

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Leather and Lace

Hiiii I don't know if there's really a market for this but I started True Blood and saw the lack of fics about this fine ass viking vampire. It made me bring back my pen from retirement and I hope you enjoy.

I'm a OG fanfic writer so I live and die by outfit inspo pics rip polypore. Link: https://urstyle.fashion/styles/3753633

After making the decisions that led her to venture away from her comfortable life in the Midwest town she grew up in, to ending up back in Louisiana only this time visiting a girl she’d became instant friends with after a drunk night of bonding during a college spring break; Y/N no longer believed anything else she did would be too far out of her comfort zone.

Hence why she’d allowed her instant friend Hadley to convince her to join her for a night on the town at a popular vampire bar in Shreveport. Y/N herself didn’t personally have any strong feelings about vampires positive or negative. Her interaction with their kind had been incredibly limited, as they aren't as ingrained in society in the Midwest as they seemed to be here in Louisiana. Though, as someone with a unique racial history she wasn’t prone to judge an entire group of people based on the widely publicized and scrutinized actions of the few, so she was open to making a connection.

The somewhat dodgy looking bar “Fangtasia” Hadley brought her to seemed to be a local hot spot as the line to the door had wrapped itself around the building before the doors were even open. “No wonder you wanted to leave so goddamn early,” Y/N laughed, “Is it always this busy?”

“This is actually pretty slow for a Friday night, probably because there’s been a few ‘vampire suspected’ crimes over in a town nearby. Nothing you should need to worry about though! Ironically they’re pretty attentive to humans here.”

“Hmmm if you say so girl, I feel like my outfit is already doing that attention grabbin’ for me.” Y/N gestured to her cute neutral ensemble, paired with a stunning stiletto brown boot and matching purse, and directed Hadley with her eyes to the others in line. “I didn’t get outfit memo of leather subculture meets Evanescence.”

“Yeahhhh girl I’m sorry, I should’ve let you know they really play up the traditional vampy monster vibe. Your whale tail kinda fits in tho!” Hadley spun her around, pointing out her tasteful bow accessorized thong peaking over the waistline of her skirt, “And look at that hair! The length, the volume, pure seductress vibes.” Her hair cascading down her back, gently moving with the motion of her spinning.

Throughout their chatting the line no longer remained stagnant, and Y/N and Hadley were “politely urged” to move forward, by those behind them in line. As they neared the door, Y/N took note of the woman guarding the entrance. She had a strong European angled face, the perfected appearance of “natural” blonde hair and deep set blue eyes. She made no attempts to hide her fangs, while playing up her vampire allure with customers as they entered the club dawned in what could best be described as a “BDSM gothic slut” ensemble. However, the feature that Y/N was most interested in about her was the killer pair of “So Kate” pumps adorned on her feet.

“I love your shoes!” Y/N stated as they reached the front of the line, before the vampire could even begin to speak. “Those are the legendary ‘So Kates’I don’t know how you manage to work at a bar and wear those all night long.”

The woman seemed to be a bit taken aback by her forwardness in interacting with her, “Well aren’t you just sooo cute? I can wear them all night long because I’m dead sweetheart. Let me see some ID.” Y/N and Hadley complied handing over their their respective ID’s.

“You know they’re also known as ‘Killer Kate’s’ kind of fitting, no?” Y/N smirked as she waved them into the bar after verifying their ID’s. The woman gazed back with a sly grin a slightly amused expression “You’re an interesting one” Y/N simply sends her a smile back accompanied by a short inhale of a laugh and heads into the bar with Hadley.

As they enter the bar Y/N begins to take in the atmosphere and abundance of a world unknown to her. She takes note of the “vampy” vibes Hadley described earlier the decor of the club adorned in traditional blacks and blood red tones. Now she wasn’t a prude by any means, Y/N was no stranger to nudity as she’d love a good jaunt to the strip club with her girlies back home, but something was off about the dancers on display in the club. Perhaps it was raw perverse nature the dancers portrayed themselves as prey in, with a grossly predatory eye of the onlooker. They seemed to play into the idea of them as a “meal fresh for the taking” leaving nothing to interpretation, a very literal display towards the targeted vampire audience. That alone had offset the room’s vibes there was something more that Y/N sensed.

While vampires had only come out of the coffin 2 years prior, Y/N had been able to sense something “off” about certain energies ever since she was a young girl. Up until the confirmation of there being supernatural beings in the world she simply dismissed it as her being a intuitive scorpio queen. With the news of other beings existences she’d begun to explore that ability of hers as potentially more that just deep astrological stellium influences. Her honing into that intuitiveness and energy sensing allowed her to get a clear feel onto the vibes of the room in her present situation. Y/N started to feel a clenching in her gut making her tense up, something telling every nerve in her body to synapse and to be on the utmost alert. The energy was powerful, dark and looming, almost as if it was commanding over the entirety of the room. Although the energy was fearsome in its rawness, there was something about it that was also thrilling. Y/N pulled herself from her thoughts and maneuvered her eyes to venture beyond taking in the foreign space but to focus on finding just who or what was outpouring this energy.

“Girl are you okay? I know it’s a lot to take in, we can take a breather outside if you want?” Hadley further snapped Y/N from her trance and she nodded her head to her friend in response.

“Oh no I’m fine girl, it’s just so much to take in! Let’s go grab a drink, I’ll probably feel more settled after one or two of those.” She grabs her friend’s hand and heads in the direction of the bar.

Y/N ordered a drink along with Hadley and as soon as it was placed in front of her she turned around, acting as if she was mindlessly sipping on her drink while raking her eyes across the crowded room. In her observation, Y/N noticed a section of that room that was separated off, yet seemingly had the best seat in the house to get a full look at the ongoings in the bar. In the section there were three ornate chairs, and in the center chair presided a being for lack of a better term. Man or vampire didn’t seem to encompass the raw dominating essence he emitted, and with one look she instantly knew this was the source of the energy in the room. He seemed to command the very essence of the room while not even being engaged in the ongoings within it. He was typing away on a phone with a disinterested expression on his face, with his hair pushed back seemly like he’d continuously been running his fingers through it. He had on a low cut black tank top accompanied by a black jacket and a necklace. The mere dominance his aura presented was something alone that should have instilled her with fear, but that spark of thrill earlier was ever-present along with the signs of danger. Y/N could sense she was ogling at this point and refocused on the conversation Hadley was attempting to hold with her “-just so hot you know?”

“Oh girl for sure” Y/N shifted her eyes to focus on her friend’s face, and flagged down the bartender motioning for another drink. “Eric Northman had you in a trance huh?” Hadley giggles referencing the direction Y/N has averted her attention from.

“Who’s Eric Northman?” Y/N playfully raises a eyebrow at Hadley.

“The vamp you were just ogling, he’s a very important figure in the vampire community and not just because he owns this bar. I get it though, he’s a total smoke show, anyone can get lost in looking at that.”

“It’s not that I was ogling for something like that-” Y/N furrows her brows at Hadley’s suggestion and carefully chooses her words as to not come off as strange, “- it’s just that there’s this raw energy radiating off of him in waves. Like this intense ass fucking power and his ability to control the room without being present within it beyond a physical sense is so—”

“Mhmm whatever you say girl.” Hadley laughs at her friend’s flustered state, “The first big bad vampire boy you see and you’re already crushing on him”

“Bitch shutcho ass up, let’s go dance or something. I thought you were gonna show me a good time girl?” Y/N grins as Hadley eagerly drags her to the dance floor seizing the opportunity to get her friend engaged.

Allowing to get herself ensnared into Hadley’s shenanigans Y/N submits herself to be swept up into the impromptu dance floor beginning to surround the dancers preforming on the platforms in the center of the room. While the bar atmosphere in the sense of its powerful energy, and fashion choices was foreign to Y/N, the music wasn’t a complete unknown to her. Y/N playfully joined Hadley in dancing to a upbeat song, swaying and loosening up the tension in her body. Y/N grabbed Hadley’s hands and they took turns swinging their arms together dancing to the beat, along with preforming a few exaggerated spins and twirls. After a good few songs working up a sweat on the dance floor with their goofing off, the vibes of the songs began to change along with the dancing going on around them. No longer were there others harmlessly dancing to the music as the duo was a moment ago, instead the music had changed to a slower four count beat with a seductive base. Y/N recognized the tune as Nelly Furtado’s “Maneater” and rolled her eyes with a grin. “Isn’t this a bit ironic to play in a vampire club?” Y/N leaned over and spoke into Hadley’s ear.

Y/N had a few drinks by this point and was a bit more relaxed so she began to sway her hips in a more sensual nature along with the beat while tastefully running her hands along the sides of her body. Y/N dramatically flipped her hair and dropped to her knees, popping her butt a few times before swaying her hips on her way back up. Hadley looked at her friend with her jaw dropped and a look of awe on her face. “Girl now you know I’m not no fuckin’ prude” She laughed and continued to dance, running her hands through her curly hair letting it gracefully fall down her back.

“I know it’s just you seemed so out of it, I didn’t think I’d be seeing this girl tonight”

“I came out to have fun and dance. I still intend to do so even if in the most unlikely of places.” Y/N pulled her friend in close and spun around giving Hadley a friendly show of dancing on her while dropping low and popping back up again.

Hadley laughed and joined in, the both of them moving their hips in synch against each other and dancing to the rhythm of the beat. Y/N grasped Hadley’s hands and turned around continuing to sway against her friend as the music continued on. Suddenly, Y/N felt that intense aura again, only this time she could tell that energy was focused in the direction of her. Instead of leading with fear like her body still was screaming at her to do, she allowed herself to be pulled into the thrill. She decided to play out a few more sensual dips, and tricks as the onlookers in the crowd grew beyond simply the man on the throne she’d come to know as Eric. Soon their duo was being intruded upon by others trying to join in on the “fun”. Y/N felt a body creep up behind her accompanied by a hand on her waist. Y/N quickly shut that shit down by turning around and lunging at the man with a sneer and a kiss of her teeth “Boy if you don’t back the fuck up off me!” She raised her perfectly polished nail adorned pointer finger and began yelling in his face disregarding even a potential fear over what race he may have been.

His expression quickly changed to fear in her display of upset and scurried off with a muttered apology under his breath. “Go back to whatever fucking hole you crawled out of you bum! Touching up on strangers like that, who the fuck raised your dumbass?” She yelled in his direction as he ran off like a coward.

Y/N then turned back to her friend that had seemingly become instantly infatuated with a new dance partner in the duration of her less that pleasant interaction; a pretty little vampire girl. Y/N made eye contact with Hadley and sent her a knowing smile mouthing to her that she’d be over by the bar to take a breather. She took a seat at the bar and ordered a single tequila shot along with an ice water. While she wanted to have a little bit more fun before leaving, she knew to play it safe a get a water as she may be having to grab a cab back to their hotel alone knowing Hadley. After feeling his eyes on her while on the dance floor Y/N fought hard to remain her composure and not be tempted to once again look in his direction. It was incredibly hard for her to resist the temptation, as he’d clearly be enticed by her energy as well hence the staring. There was just something about this man that had her ready to completely disregard any of her self preservation skills. She shook her head and downed the shot needing a little boost to give into her impulses. She then grazed her eyes over towards his little throne setup, only this time her observation was met with one of his own. Her eyes immediately locking with his, that powerful energy stare once again directed towards her. Not one to have a inferiority complex, she started him back down looking at him through her buzzed haze, eyes slightly drooped yet still showcasing her own sultry intensity.

After what seemed like an eternity of them deadlocked staring at each other; she cocked her head in his direction as if challenging him to make another move. Off to the side a drunk bar attendee knocked over a drink, deterring her focus onto the commotion occurring at the bar. She quickly turned in her seat chugged her glass of water and stood, intending to make her way to the bathroom to freshen up when she felt a presence behind her. Y/N turned and came face to face with the European bombshell bouncer with the excellent shoe taste. “You indeed are a interesting one, he’s requesting your presence” she motions toward Eric, leading Y/N to glance past her shoulder to see his ever powerful gaze remaining on her watching their interaction.

Y/N then takes a seat crossing her legs, and resting both of her elbows against the bar with a lean, pretending to ponder the proposition as if she was given one. “If he’d like my company he can ask me himself. No doubt he’s gotta be at least one hundred years old, he knows chivalry has yet to die correct?” The vampiric woman almost snorts and the young girl’s brazenness. “Now I’ll admit I’m not that familiar with your kind, but I’d wager that he can hear my answer correct? No need for you to continue to play his messenger pigeon for me.”

“It is clear your interaction with our kind is incredibly limited as you say. You have no idea the level of disrespect you infringed on someone very old and very powerful.” Y/N shrugged in response.

“I’m willing to find out, and it seams I won’t need to wait long as the message was clearly received” She gestures to the man rising from his throne and within a blink he was arched over her invading on her personal space invoking his powerful aura.

His energy was radiating in waves, causing the nearby bar goes to freeze up as the interaction went down. The humans in close range seemingly to be feeling the psychical effects of his energy, some full on shaking in fear. Nothing immediately was exchanged via words between the two only silence filled the air as she met his fierce slightly crazed gaze.“You were correct in your assumptions. Yes, I could hear your conversation, and yes I am at least over one hundred years old. In fact I’m ten times that, and I don’t fucking beg. Join me.”

“Well aren’t you just a peach! What a way to ask for a lady’s company” Y/N sarcastically pats his cheek, grabs her purse and heads towards the section.

Her demeanor with the vampire so far had been a gamble, yet Y/N knew when to fight her battles and when she was pushing it. She chose not to toe that fine line of further testing limits at the moment and complied with his request. As she entered the section containing three chairs, she debated about trying her luck taking a seat in the designated subtle but decisive throne but settled into a different seat in the section. It was if as soon as she sat down the stares from onlookers ceased and everyone within the room was able to “breathe” again. She glanced in the direction of where she had just been sat and watched the man she knew as Eric talk in hushed whispers with the vampire woman. Both of then wearing a somewhat amused expression but more so was present on the woman’s face. Once again in seemingly the blink of an eye they both were present in the section where she now sat. Nothing was said, only a tense silence filled the air. “I’m the sheriff of this area, something that may mean little in your human ways but carries an immense amount of power within the vampiric world. Disrespecting me in my position, in my bar, will not be tolerated again. This is your first and only warning,” He once again encroaches upon her personal space and speaks the words mere inches away from her face, “I will not have a repeat of his event” his words each emphasized by his intense look of finality.

Y/N couldn’t help but to quip back “Who the fuck said there’s even going to be a chance for us to interact again?”

Eric’s expression shifts after a moment in which Y/N notes a trace of confusion, after a beat he and he says “You’re very intriguing for a breather”

“And you’re not very courteous for a old man” In which the nearby woman full on breaks letting out a deep laugh, not surprising with how amused she’d been throughout their limited interaction.

Eric turns toward her with a look speaking something, without saying anything indicated her presence was dismissed. As she exits the section she makes it a point to introduce herself to Y/N “The name is Pam, I look forward to seeing you around sweetheart” as she laughs and vanishes in a second with vampire super speed.

Eric continued to rake his eyes over Y/N not even attempting to be discrete with his observations. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N, and yours?”

“Eric Northman, what are you?”

She scrunches her face in annoyance “I’m biracial black and white. Why? Is that is problem for you?” Her words dripped in confrontational attitude at the subject.

“Not that kind of what are you, what sort of creature?” Eric chuckles at her display of attitude, finding it endearing.

“Uhm human as far as I know” She looks back at him confused.

He once again leans into her space, and breathes out “Interesting”

“Why? What makes you think otherwise?”

“Hmm nothing, I must’ve been mistaken”

“Mhmm okay sure, is that all you wanted from me? You sure know how to show a girl a good time by making all these demands to make her answer a dumbass question but not give her any answers back” She rolls her eyes and slouches back into the chair.

In response, Eric makes a display of dropping his fangs and grabs her face pulling her closer to him by her chin. Y/N knew she was testing his patience at this point, but she was growing restless at this continued inconvenience his dominating presence offered throughout the night with little reward as to that thrilling appeal. “Must you keep testing me?” He speaks through clenched teeth, his fangs on full display.

Silence hangs in the air in response, as Y/N doesn’t have the energy to keep squabbling with him. She could feel his actions kindling her anger, deciding he needed to be the next one to make a move because she no longer could guide whatever this tension was any further. With a few more beats of silence and lack of action on his part she sighed. “I should really be getting back to my friend.”

Eric loosens his grip on her face gently moving her face in the direction of Hadley and the vampire girl from earlier making out on the dance floor. “This friend of yours doesn’t look like she’d like to be interrupted.”

“Well in that case, I hate being on display like this and it doesn’t seem like we’re getting anywhere with whatever the fuck is going on between us here. I, unlike you, don’t have some weird authority kink fetish. If you’re going to demand my company can we at least converse without all of these prying eyes” She gazes into his eyes not looking away as she speaks with an intensity of her own letting him know she means business.

“We can continue our conversation in my office. Come.” He drops his hand from her face while putting his fangs away and holds a hand out for her to take.

Y/N was surprised he complied that easily given his behavior from earlier, but it seems as he sensed whatever was going on between them would continue to be stalled under the current social conditions. She placed her hand into his and he gently guided her down the stairs out of the section towards the direction of his office. As they were walking she used it as a opportunity a good look at him, now that she didn’t have to try and be coy about it. He was strikingly tall with a firm a muscular build. His skin while pale a reflection of his vampire nature, yet still had a thermal glow as if he was alive. His jaw was firmly set, and looked like a piece of history hailing back to the time of the nordic vikings. Y/N found herself being pulled further into his allure beyond his raw dominance he was very attractive. As they near the door to what Y/N assumed was his office, he turned to Y/N with a cocky grin “You’re attracted to me.”

As they were in motion when he abruptly stopped, and Y/N lacked the vampiric reflexes he had she ended up stumbling into him. He steadied her by grabbing her waist, “Well yes, I wouldn’t be entertaining your demanding ass if I wasn’t. Why are you pointing this out now?” She looked up at him, taking no issue with his hands still resting on her body.

He leaned down to huskily whisper in her ear “I can smell it. Don’t worry though you smell good enough to eat.” His fangs once again making an appearance, grazing over her ear as he finished speaking.

Y/N couldn’t help but to deeply inhale at his tone and closeness along with what was said. She took an additional breath to steady herself and spoke “Let’s continue our conversation and we’ll see if you get a chance to have a taste.” Grasping onto his arms holding onto her waist she softly removes them from their position.

Eric allowed her to guide his arms from their resting spot upon her waist and reached for her hand again. He opened the door and ushered her in behind him guiding her with their intertwined hands, shutting the door behind them. Y/N let go of his hand and took in his office, it was cluttered as to be expected of a bar owner. However everything seemed to have a specific place, and was very clearly organized. It seemed as if Eric didn’t just desire control socially, but with his possessions and personal spaces as well. Eric had taken a seat on a green loveseat tucked away in a corner of his office, once again eyeing her. “Come, sit.” He motioned for her to join him.

Y/N took a seat next to him on the loveseat trying not to be awkward about their closeness. As if sensing her discomfort Eric, being himself, pulled her closer by grabbing her legs and placing them into his lap. “You entice me, and I haven’t felt that way about a breather in centuries.”

“I’ve never felt an energy like yours, it’s so domineeringly raw and powerful. The very way you carry yourself is just unlike anyone I’ve ever encountered.” She replied earnestly, and his fingers began to rub circles where they rested on her thighs.

“You could feel my energy?” He leaned even further into her space.

Y/N nodded “I felt it as soon as I entered the bar, it’s what lead me to you even though almost every bone in my body was telling me not to. The danger just wasn’t enough to deter the thrill I felt urging me to find the person or being this energy belonged to.”

“So my energy enticed you as well?” He spoke not moving any further away from her space, seemingly inching closer as she spoke.

“Yes, I mean I don't know? There was just this pull I felt to you, it’s how I was about to tell you were watching me while I was dancing.”

“Fascinating, and you’re sure you are a human?” He breathed.

She softly nodded once more getting lost in his hooded gaze. “So it’s safe for me to have a taste?” His eyes flickering back and forth between her eyes and lips.

“I guess so? I’m not really sure what’s considered safe for vam-“

Eric wasted no time connecting his lips with hers, her mouth quick to move in response to his prompting. Their tongues danced languidly with each other, only the sounds of their lips smacking and shaky breaths could be heard throughout the room. Y/N wrapped her arms around Eric’s broad shoulders running her fingers through the hair at his nape. Eric’s hands moved from her thighs to shifting her body underneath him on the loveseat, pulling her taught against his body with one and guiding her head into the kiss with the other.

Y/N’s stomach was fluttering, the pent up tension between the two exploding in a moment of heat that had an incredible intensity but was only the mere minimum of exploration as far as their physical connection could go. Sensing so, Eric pulled back ever so slightly brushing his lips against hers before scattering them upon her jawline. He continued to kiss further down her neck, while he let his body sink into hers, the hand that was once supporting body now her toying with the bottom go her shirt. Y/N lightly tugged on Eric’s hair indicating for him to pull back, and removed her hands from his locks allowing her to arch her back off of the sofa and maneuver herself to remove her shirt. She haphazardly tossed her shirt somewhere across the room and was left in a lace strapless bra. Eric returned his mouth to her body moving from playfully scattered kisses along her neck to more aggressive nips as he neared her cleavage. Y/N heard the sound of his fangs dropping and looked at him through her drooped lusty gaze. His eyes were locked onto her own with a look on his face that as to be pleading for a taste. She sends him a nod, affirming their wordless exchange and he sinks his fangs into her flesh. There’s a moment of white hot pain causing her to gasp and arch into his touch. He pulls her body flush to his own, with a gluttonous groan sucking up the blood pouring from her wound. Soon the pain dips away into pleasure and Y/N let out a breathy moan “God, Eric…”

After a few minutes he releases from her chest with a pop, lapping up the remaining blood with his tongue. He shifts to sit up, lifting her legs in the air and making a seductive show of unzipping her boots with his teeth leaving them to accompany the discarded shirt somewhere in his office. He makes quick work of removing his jacket and shirt, following suit with Y/N’s bra. Y/N gasps with the speed in which he does so, her nipples pebbling at the sudden exposure to the cold air. Eric then descended back onto her body, tracing tantalizing kisses down her torso working his way down to her waist still confined by cloth. Eric hooked his fingers into her waistband and made quick work of removing her skirt and tights. Y/N complied as well by lifting her hips off of the sofa in effort to aid him. Soon she was left bare beyond her black lacy thong “Cute” Eric smiled and found himself almost diving into the apex between her thighs.

His kisses in the area were feather light as if testing the water, wanting to be attentive to Y/N’s needs and comfortability. He focuses his kisses towards her center almost teasing, waiting for her to express her desire. His nose bumps her clit through the scrap of fabric causing Y/N to whimper in response. “You smell so good”

Y/N makes a small squeak and rasps “Eric if you don’t stop fucking teasing me”

He laughs and gives her thigh a tap before slipping his fingers into the fabric, signaling for Y/N to move up for him to remove her panties adding them to the ever growing clothing pile on the floor. His eyes lock with her glistening core and he quickly closes the distance with his mouth licking a line up her cunt. He uses two fingers to part her lips languidly running them up and down her slit gathering her juices. In a split second he inserts the set of fingers into her core, and connects his mouth with her swollen bud suckling it between his lips. Eric lets out a moan that vibrates against her core, stimulating Y/N even further causing her to let out a mewl. She attempts to squeeze her legs closed in response only to have Eric remove his fingers from her pussy and wrap an arm around each thigh prying her open. Y/N couldn’t even form words at the feelings he’d invoked from her in the span of a few mere seconds. The way in which he was devouring her was like he was trying to absorb her entire being the way he had submersed himself in her. The noises he made and he continued to mouth over her heat were almost animalistic, as if nothing could keep him from savoring this meal. He was a man starved, and she was a seven course meal ripe for the taking. Y/N in a breathless haze gripped only his hair pushing his head further into his feast. His tongue continued to make use of her clit, pushing her further towards her peak. Y/N felt her breath quicken, releasing more incoherent noises and moans in response. Eric ceases his movements and pulls his mouth away from her clit with a pop, leading Y/N to drop her fingers from his head. “What the fuck?” She pants struggling to catch her breath after the interruption looking at him with murderous intent.

“I want you to come on my cock” He pulls away from her using his vampiric speed to ride himself his remaining clothes.

His somewhat gentle and calming demeanor had vanished, this was now a man that was all predator staring down his freshly captured prey. He grasped Y/N’s hips pulling them flush against his own. Y/N let out a sudden yelp at the change up, the surprise momentum of her being dragged forward while still recovering from their earlier actions leaving her a bit dizzy. Eric on the other hand was a man on a mission, he moved one of his hands to align his tip with her core. In one stroke bottoming out, causing Y/N to cry out and grasping out at Eric’s shoulders leaving crescent indents open his back. “Fuck, me” She groans, feeling so full.

“That’s what I plan to do” Eric pulls out slamming back into her body.

He grabs her leg lifting it over his shoulder, leading Y/N’s eyes to widen at the feeling of him reaching into her core even deeper. “Holy fuck,” Y/N’s jaw goes slack and letting her head fall back in pleasure. Eric sends her a cocky grin licking a line up her leg as he fucks into her.

His cock brushing against her g-spot with every thrust has Y/N completely disregarding her earlier orgasm denial. The mere intensity of their connection brought tears to Y/N’s eyes from how good it felt to be joined with him. Not only were they psychically joined but their energies seemed to be intertwined as well, this was what that potential she needed to explore. That thrilling feeling drawing them towards each other she felt was not for naught, as the experience of their bodies conjoining, almost transcended the existence of time and space. It felt purely otherworldly or ethereal. Eric dropped her leg and connected his mouth to her lips. The tender kissing from earlier instead replaced with teeth clicking, and tongue sucking a complete filthy display. Y/N began to feel her peak approaching, moaning into Eric’s mouth. “Gonna, come”

“Yeah? You’re gonna come on my cock like a filthy fucking fang banger?” He growls slightly pulling away from her face to get a good look at her.

Unable to speak Y/N nods, feeling herself beginning to dissolve into pleasure. Overcome with the feeling rushing through her body in waves making her muscles spasm she falls into bliss. Eric falls in suit, joining her in the throughs of pleasure. Y/N lies there with Eric on tip of her, with his arms still supporting her keeping her from falling. She lies there attempting to catch her breath for a bit, before she speaks “Well that was fun.”

Eric pulls out of her as and she clenches her face up a bit at the sensation, before gently flipping them on the couch with her body now laid flat atop his. Eric grabbed a piece of her hair playing with it in between his fingers. “Can I see you again?”

Y/N pretended to ponder before leaning into his space “Yeah I think you can.” She pressed a playful peck against his lips.

“There’s a shower in the bathroom over there, go, I’ll join you in a few.” He motions to a separate door in his office sitting up.

Y/N nods and heads off, wanting to rid herself of the blood, smell of sex, and sweat. Eric playfully gives her ass a tap as she heads off. As soon as she enters the bathroom, Eric pulls on his discarded pair of underwear and summons Pam into the room. “God it smells like sex in here, I wager your interest in her was justified? You don’t usually take to breathers like this, even the bold ones.” Pam complains as she enters his office.

“She couldn’t be glamoured, her blood was like the nectar of gods, and her eyes glowed when she came. She’s something other than human, and I want to find out.”

#eric northman x reader #eric northman #true blood #true blood fanfic #vampirism #black!reader

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Hotel Room Service {NSFW}

Orion Pax x D-16

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Word Count: 4.9k (under the cut)

Summary: Orion Pax has promised D-16 a night to remember, and D-16 makes sure that he's thoroughly prepared. (NSFW!! Minors DNI)

A/N: these robots have taken over my BRAIN!! i took some inspo from the lovely @archie-sunshine and his stunning art here for a certain part of this fic hehe but i also just wanted to write some porn for the holidays cuz who doesn't want some horny robots as a gift? LOL anyways i hope y'all enjoy this one i had a ton of fun writing it!! have a lovely holiday if you celebrate!! :D

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D-16 walked quickly through the streets of Iacon, avoiding the surrounding bots’ optics. He was on the hunt for a gift for Orion Pax, but he could feel his spark hammering in his chest as he stepped closer and closer toward the red-light district.

Dee, I really want to have a whole night with you. Just the two of us! Orion’s voice echoed in D-16’s processor as he slowed his pace, taking in the neon lights of the street. We won’t have to worry about anyone walking in on us. We could even–

D-16 gulped as he stared down the street. There were hardly any other bots, but the noisy clamor of activity still echoed. The shop signs were almost all made with neon lights, but most were not on. He slowly began to walk down the street, then did a quick scan of his surroundings. After deciding there were no bots that he recognized or that would care about his presence, he continued down the street.

There were several couples walking down the street, arms linked, though he was not sure of the exact relationship status of most of them. He tried to avoid locking optics with any of them, looking for a shop that would have what he was looking for.

He came across the window of a particular storefront and peeked in, seeing a wide variety of different interface toys and special interface accessories. The neon sign was on above, signaling that it was open. D-16 took a deep breath and glanced side-to-side once more, then entered the store.

D-16 fiddled with his thumbs awkwardly as he walked into the store, tried to redirect his optics anywhere that did not have some sort of interface toy, and failed miserably. There were so many different colors and shapes and sizes of so many different vibrators and plugs and dildos… D-16 was immediately overwhelmed by the options.

“Hello there!” D-16’s helm whipped around and he was met with a shorter bot that was too close in his personal space. The bot grinned when he noticed the look on D-16’s face and made a gesture behind him to a display filled with a variety of dildos. “Welcome to Dipstick’s Deviant Delights! My name’s Dipstick. How can I help you today?”

The last thing D-16 had been expecting from an interface shop was customer service. He blinked and swallowed the lump in his intake, trying to find any sort of words to communicate what he was looking for.

Dipstick waved a servo. “Are you in here for just yourself or for a partner?”

D-16 felt his spark beating faster as he thought of Orion. Oh Primus, what would Orion even like? D-16 should have thought it through more before making the whole trek to the red-light district, but it was too late for second guessing now.

“Uhm… my partner…”

Dipstick nodded and held his chin with his servo. “Nice, nice… So what are you two into?”

D-16 froze. “Pardon?”

“You seem like you’re into oral,” Dipstick observed casually, making D-16’s faceplate heat immensely. “Perhaps a flavored lubricant? I have a selection of ones that sensitize the valve and node. I also have a wide variety of vibrators for internal stimulation if you’d like to stimulate your partner's valve while you work your glossa."

“I-I don’t– My partner, he–” D-16 stammered, his servos making stiff gestures as he tried to formulate a proper response. He took a deep breath. “Do you have any… uhm… node vibrators?”

Dipstick nodded, a small grin growing on his face. “We do, indeed! Our bullets are the most popular, but wands are a good investment as well…” Dipstick guided D-16 over to the selection of vibrators for external stimulation and waved a servo. “Please let me know if you need anything else!”

D-16 nodded and released a shaky breath once Dipstick walked out of sight. D-16 looked at the shelf of vibrators, but he did not dare touch any. He had done a bit of his own research before coming in, so he had a rough idea of what to get, but there was such an overwhelming variety of options that he found himself struggling to pick.

D-16 found himself drawn to a purple wand vibrator and slowly reached for it. It was still in the package, but it looked good on the cover of the box. There were a few settings and it lit up on the head, and D-16 decided it was good for what he was looking for.

D-16 glanced around the rest of the store, looking for anything else that might be of interest for himself or Orion. His optics wandered toward the back of the store, where there was a selection of interface accessories. Before he realized his pedes were moving, he was facing the wall and looking at the different items.

There were so many and most of them D-16 did not even know what they did. He saw a few floggers, some blindfolds and gags, but he did not recognize most of the other items. He did, however, find himself glancing at a pair of purple cuffs. He glanced down at the vibrator he had grabbed and noticed that it was a very similar shade of purple.

As D-16 narrowed his optics in contemplation, Dipstick popped back over, clearly having nothing better to do than provide D-16 with assistance. “Ah, those are very popular. It’s a great introduction for couples interested in bondage.”

D-16 nearly jumped at the sound of Dipstick’s voice. He nodded and glanced back at the handcuffs. “They look… fun?”

Dipstick nodded and pulled them off the wall. He glanced at the vibrator D-16 had selected as well and a knowing grin crept up his face. “They’re very fun! Tell you what, I’ll give you a nice deal: if you buy that vibrator and these cuffs, I’ll give you half off the cuffs and throw in a sensitizing lubricant for free! I might even have a purple sensitizer in the back if you’re going for a theme.”

D-16 hesitated, not sure how the cuffs would go over with Orion. He looked again at the vibrator, then the cuffs, and then made his decision.

“Can you tell me a bit more about that sensitizer?”

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“Pax, where are we going?” D-16 groaned as Orion dragged him along by the servo, leading him through the nearly deserted streets of Iacon.

“It’s a surprise!” Orion insisted. He then grinned, gesturing to the shopping bag D-16 was holding. “If you tell me what’s in the bag I’ll tell you where we’re going.”

D-16’s faceplate heated as he remembered what was in the bag and shook his helm. Orion laughed and tugged on D-16's servo again.

“So secretive! Well, we’re almost there, so get ready!”

It was late, much later than Orion and D-16 were normally out and about. They had the day off the following day, so Orion had decided that it would be a perfect night for them to get out of the living quarters that they shared with the other miners. He had not told D-16 anything about where they were going, so D-16 was entirely in the dark. All he knew was that there was the hinted promise of interfacing, so he was hoping that Orion was not leading him to a random alley… again.

Sharing a living space with the other miners limited their privacy, so it was difficult to even get a few kisses in without someone making a comment. Interfacing was a whole other issue, although they had managed to sneak a few quickies in only semi-public spaces.

The mines had been where they first interfaced when they had managed to sneak away a few times on their breaks. The showers had been the best place so far, and part of what made it so exhilarating had been the riskiness of it. They had also, much to D-16’s chagrin, done it in an alley, which he swore to never do again. But with the way Orion was guiding him around the city, he was getting worried.

Orion, however, then led D-16 around the corner toward one of the hotels in Iacon. Orion turned to D-16 with a grin and gestured his helm to the building. “I figured it might be nice to get away for a night. We don’t have to worry about getting disrupted from recharge, and we can… well, y’know.”

D-16 could feel his intake getting a bit dry as thoughts began to swirl in his mind. He imagined all the different things they had not yet tried, and then thought of what they could do with what he had in the bag. He nodded his helm, returning a smile to Orion. “Oh, I know. Did you already book a room?”

Orion nodded, pulling a small datacard out with a smirk. “Of course, I did! And we’re already checked in, so we can go straight up. Just you and me.”

D-16 wanted to kiss Orion immediately. D-16 wanted his dermas against Orion’s faceplate, against his neck cables, against his valve. D-16 squeezed Orion’s servo and was now leading Orion into the hotel lobby, making Orion laugh as he followed along. D-16 realized once they were by the elevators that he did not know where the room was. Orion chuckled and punched the button.

The two of them entered the elevator when it arrived, and as soon Orion punched in the button for the twelfth floor and the doors closed, D-16 was on him. Orion nearly burst into laughter at D-16’s eagerness, but he was quickly overtaken by a gasp when D-16 placed a servo on his thigh, pulling his leg up as he pressed into him. Orion hit the elevator wall and kissed D-16 back, the elevator finally going up to the twelfth floor while the two of them made out.

“Mmh, Dee– Dee, you’re so–”

The elevator dinged and D-16 quickly pulled away from Orion, watching the door. It opened, but there was no one there. D-16 was confused for a moment before he realized that the elevator had done what it was supposed to and that they were on the twelfth floor. Orion chuckled slyly and squeezed D-16’s aft teasingly, making him hiss.

“Oh, suddenly you’re shy?” Orion quipped.

D-16 grumbled. “I’m not– Don’t tease me, Pax…”

“Or what? You’ll–” Orion gasped when D-16 picked him up, one arm under his knees and the other on his back.

D-16 smirked. “Or I’ll frag you so thoroughly that you can’t walk tomorrow.”

Orion, for once, seemed to be at a loss for words. He stammered with wide optics as D-16 carried him out of the elevator and looked up and down the hallway, unsure of where to go.

“1246,” Orion finally managed to say, staring up at D-16. “The room number.”

D-16 smiled and carried Orion down the hall toward the room. When he came up to the room door, he tilted Orion slightly in his arms so that he could scan the room lock with the datacard and open the door for the two of them. D-16 pushed the door open more with his ped and carried Orion in, taking in the hotel room.

It was so much nicer than the living quarters they were in. There was one berth in the middle of the room, and across from it was a television. The berth was more than big enough for both of them, and it looked much cozier than the standing berths they were used to. The window showed all of Iacon city, which was lit up despite the late night.

Orion tapped D-16’s shoulder, asking him to be put down. D-16 shrugged and tossed him onto the berth, making Orion yelp. “Hey!”

But D-16 was already straddling Orion, kissing him once more. Orion leaned back and cupped D-16’s faceplate, opening his dermas to let D-16’s glossa in. Their glossas danced and D-16 held onto Orion’s hips, squeezing them gently as he moaned into the kiss.

After a few moments, D-16 finally pulled away, giving them both a chance to catch their breath. Orion let one servo lay against his forehelm and he stared up at D-16 with soft optics, his mouth open for more.

“Before we keep going,” D-16 hesitated slightly, glancing at the bag that sat at the foot of the berth. Orion propped himself up on his elbows, noticing where D-16’s optics were looking. D-16 shrugged. “I… I got you something. Do you want to open it?”

Orion beamed and nodded. D-16 handed him the bag and looked away as he began to open it. Orion pulled out the sensitizer first, looking slightly confused until he read the label. He grinned deviously and looked at D-16, who was still averting his gaze. Orion redirected D-16’s face toward his own, forcing him to look at Orion.

“Dee… What exactly are you implying here?”

D-16’s faceplate rushed with heat. “You are so mean.”

Orion laughed and kissed D-16 quickly. He pulled the cuffs out of the bag next, which was what D-16 had been dreading the most. Orion raised an optical ridge, but his grin only widened.

“Oh my, Dee! I didn’t know you had this kind of thing in mind. Are these for me or for you?”

D-16 tried to avert his gaze again, but Orion redirected him again. D-16 huffed. “If you keep acting like this, I’m going to cuff you to the bed and leave.”

Orion hummed. “I think you’d miss me too much.”

Before D-16 could make a proper retort, Orion pulled the vibrator out of the bag. This was where he looked genuinely surprised, glancing at D-16 with wide optics.

“Dee…”

D-16 shifted awkwardly. “I get it if it’s too much, we don’t have to use any of it if you don’t want to. I just figured… I don’t know…”

Orion shook his helm with a grin. “I’m just… Well, I’m sensing you had a certain color scheme in mind when you picked all of this out.”

D-16 put his servos to his faceplate and groaned. “Pax–!”

Orion laughed and pulled D-16’s servos away from his helm to kiss him. “Dee, you know I’m only teasing you! I think tonight is going to be fun… Where should we start?”

D-16 hummed against Orion’s dermas and pulled him in for another kiss. “Lay down and I’ll show you.”

Orion smirked and did as D-16 asked, laying back across the berth. D-16 sat above him on his knees and admired his body for a few moments, drinking in his form until Orion nudged his leg gently with his ped.

D-16 leaned down and began to kiss Orion again, his servos tracing down Orion’s chassis toward his panel, which he palmed lightly until Orion finally opened it. D-16 kissed him for just a little while longer before he began to trail his way down, kissing Orion’s neck cables and his chest. He went down his chassis, gently placing kisses all the way down before finding himself in front of Orion’s valve.

D-16 glanced back up at Orion, who was watching him with soft intent. He lifted his hips gently and D-16 hummed, turning his attention back to Orion’s valve. D-16 pressed a kiss to the inside of Orion’s thigh, one servo on the other thigh as he leaned into the space between his legs.

D-16 began to work his glossa on Orion’s valve, making his breath hitch as he let his helm fall back. He pressed the back of his servo to his dermas, the other curling on the sheets of the berth beneath them.

“D-Dee…”

D-16 gently dragged his glossa up Orion’s valve and kissed his node. Orion shivered and D-16 smiled, pressing one more soft kiss to his node before continuing to trail his glossa along his valve. Orion revved and reached a servo down to grasp D-16’s helm. He moaned softly, biting his derma to keep quiet as D-16 continued.

“I want to hear you, Pax,” D-16 lifted his head for a moment, making Orion whine.

“But what if–”

“What, suddenly you’re shy?” D-16 mocked teasingly, a small grin on his face. When Orion pouted, his grin softened to a smile. “No one will hear us. It’s just the two of us, right? I want to hear every little noise you want to make, Pax. Please…”

D-16 waited until Orion nodded. “Okay, okay… Now can you… y’know…?”

D-16 smirked and leaned back down to Orion’s valve. He kissed his inner thighs a few more times until Orion whined, then began to trail his glossa up his valve. He pressed a kiss to the node before gently lapping at it with the tip of his glossa. Orion’s hips twitched and he moaned, louder this time. D-16 smiled in satisfaction and pressed his glossa against his node, his servo gently squeezing Orion’s inner thigh.

Orion let his servos find D-16’s helm again and he leaned into D-16’s mouth, begging for more. D-16 obliged, closing his dermas around Orion’s node as he gave it a gentle suck before dragging the flat of his glossa across it.

Orion moaned softly as he held onto D-16’s helm, his own helm falling back as he let his thighs tighten around D-16. “Oh, Primus–”

D-16 gauged how close Orion was to overload by his quickened breathing, his soft moaning, and the grip he had on D-16’s helm. He kept up the pace with his glossa until Orion let out a cry of overload, then gently lapped at his valve and node until Orion had ridden the waves of it out. He slunk back into the berth slightly and D-16 climbed up over his body, nuzzling his face into the crook of Orion’s neck while his servos explored his chassis.

“I can’t wait to hear more of you tonight,” D-16 praised softly, nipping at Orion’s neck cables. He cupped Orion’s faceplate and leaned in to kiss him, separating his dermas with his glossa as Orion moaned into him.

“Mmh– Oh! Do you want to try any of your shiny new toys?” Orion chuckled, gesturing to the sensitizer, cuffs, and vibrator that sat on the edge of the berth. D-16 nodded, having forgotten about them after being caught up with Orion’s valve.

“What do you want to try first?” D-16 asked, looking at Orion expectantly. Orion sat up, propping himself on his elbows as D-16 gently rubbed his thigh. Orion picked up the vibrator, looking at D-16 with a small smirk.

“I don’t suppose you already charged this?” Orion chuckled, looking for the button to turn it on. He found it and held it down and the vibrator began glowing and vibrating at a lower speed. “Oh my, Dee! Aren’t you prepared?”

D-16 averted his optics in mild embarrassment. “How do you want to use it? I could use it on you, or… I don’t know.”

Orion rolled his optics and shook his helm. “As much as I would love it, I can’t have you pleasuring just me all night. Why don’t we share it?”

D-16 raised an optical ridge. “Share it? How would–”

Orion smirked and spread his legs, gesturing for D-16 to do the same. D-16 did so and Orion scooted closer to him, putting one leg over D-16’s hip while the other went under D-16’s other leg. His valve was pressed against D-16’s panel, which he was waiting to open.

Orion chuckled. “It would be helpful if you opened your panel.” D-16 grumbled and did so, his faceplate heating at the fact that he had not done so earlier. Orion cooed at him with a small grin. “Such a pretty valve… Next time, I want to have my mouth on it.”

“Pax…” D-16 whined, making Orion laugh softly.

Orion rubbed D-16’s inner thigh, making his valve ache with anticipation. “Do you want to use the sensitizer as well? It might be interesting to try it.”

D-16 shrugged. “If you want to try it… It was a freebie from the shop.”

Orion chuckled. “Might as well make the most of it then, right?”

Orion uncapped the sensitizer and poured some into his servo. He gently lathered D-16’s node and valve, making him moan softly at the touch. It was a bit cold, but it was warmed by Orion’s touch. Orion spread it over his own node and valve, inhaling quickly as he spread it around.

As soon as they were covered in the sensitizer, Orion picked up the vibrator. D-16 watched as Orion took the vibrator and put it between their valves, making D-16 flinch at the sudden contact it had with his node. It was a colder touch than he was used to on his node, but he was not able to think about it for long before Orion turned on the vibration and made them both gasp in surprise.

“Ah–!” Orion gasped, nearly dropping the wand as he leaned back on his other servo.

“Nghn–!” D-16 lurched forward with a moan as he held onto Orion’s thigh for support, squeezing it slightly.

The sensitizer made D-16’s node tingle wildly with pleasure, which only intensified with the vibrator. He looked up and saw Orion biting his derma before letting out another moan. He looked at D-16 and smiled, clicking the button again to speed up the vibration. D-16 gasped, letting out a moan that was louder than he expected.

D-16 felt himself getting close to overload already, but they had hardly even started. Orion looked to be in a similar state, panting and moaning as he watched D-16 with heavy lidded optics.

“Mmh– Hah! Dee, it feels– Oh–!” Orion whined, clearly close to overload as he pushed himself closer to D-16 and into the wand.

The pressure from the wand increased as Orion leaned forward, pushing D-16 into overload. D-16 let out a gasp as he overloaded. “Ah– Ah! Pax!”

The vibrator was so intense after D-16 overloaded that he almost felt the need to pull away, but he did not until Orion had also overloaded and ridden it out. He quickly pulled the vibrator away, which was slick with their lubricant and the sensitizer, and turned it off.

The two of them were panting heavily after the intensity of their overload. They stared at each other until Orion chuckled softly. “That– That was–”

“Intense,” D-16 filled in for Orion, making him laugh softly. He set the vibrator down on the berth and leaned in to kiss D-16, their legs still tangled together as their valves rubbed against each other.

D-16 gasped into the kiss, his node still sensitive and tingling after the overload. Orion hummed against his dermas, shifting his hips slightly so their valves were no longer touching, and continued to kiss him softly.

D-16 let his servos wander down Orion’s chassis and squeeze his aft when they found it. Orion whined and D-16 only groaned in response, squeezing it again.

“Mmh– Dee– Dee, wait…”

“Hmm? What is it?” D-16 pulled away, watching Orion intently.

Orion grinned sheepishly, looking down at the berth. “We still have one thing left to try…”

D-16 followed Orion’s gaze to the handcuffs and chuckled. “You still have energy? What have you been eating, Pax?”

Orion shrugged. “Not enough of you, unfortunately.”

D-16 sputtered and Orion laughed, untangling their legs and reaching for the cuffs. While D-16 recovered from Orion’s tease, Orion picked up the cuffs and inspected them with glee.

“You still didn’t tell me who’s getting cuffed,” Orion teased, dangling the cuffs in front of D-16’s face. “Do you want to wear them while I frag you? Or do you want to see me in them, laid out on the bed while you do what you want with me?”

D-16’s faceplate heated, and he felt his spike pressurize under his panel at the thought of Orion on the bed, sprawled out, ready to take him. That had been his initial intention in buying them, but he could tell that Orion was interested in both options.

D-16 took the cuffs from Orion, trying to keep his expression level as he gestured for Orion’s servos. Orion grinned, holding his servos out like he was being arrested. As D-16 put the cuffs on his wrist, he leaned forward into D-16’s audials. “Do what you want with me.”

D-16 revved. He pushed Orion back down on the bed and forced his servos above his head, making Orion chuckle in amusement. He put the handcuffs around the top frame of the berth and then hesitated around Orion’s other wrist.

“You’re sure this is okay?”

Orion rolled his optics and nodded his head with a smile. “Of course, Dee. I’d tell you if I was uncomfortable with it. Now can you finish cuffing me so you can frag me?”

D-16 nodded eagerly and clipped the cuff around Orion’s other wrist, letting his servos trail down Orion’s arms. Orion shivered and giggled softly, but D-16 continued to trace his servos down to Orion’s chest, watching him intently.

Every inch of him was so beautiful, so enticing. He could hardly wait another second before getting inside of him.

Orion, apparently, could not wait another second either. He cleared his intake with a small grin on his face.

“If you keep admiring me like that, I’m going to get all flustered.”

D-16 felt his faceplate heat, but he quickly brushed his own embarrassment aside in order to tease Orion. “It’s hard not to admire perfection.”

Orion smiled softly and averted his gaze. “Dee…”

“I’ve never wanted much,” D-16 continued, letting one servo trail down Orion’s chassis to his hip. He gave it a gentle squeeze. “But I want you so much it feels unreal that I get to have you. In fact, I think I’ve been so spoiled by you that you’ve become a need.” D-16 cupped Orion’s faceplate and pressed a kiss to his dermas. “I need you almost as much as I need energon to stay alive. I want to be with you almost as much as I need to be with you. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Orion Pax.”

D-16 could feel Orion’s faceplate growing warm, and he smiled softly before kissing his dermas once more. Orion whined into the kiss and D-16 pulled away, watching him with a small smirk.

“You can’t say all that stuff while I can’t touch you, Dee,” Orion whined, tugging lightly on the handcuffs. “It’s not fair!”

D-16 chuckled. “Well, then how about I touch you to make up for it? Where should I start?”

Orion huffed, lifting his hips slightly. “You know damn well where you should start.”

D-16 obliged. He opened his panel, his spike pressurized and already leaking lubricant as it pulsed with charge. Orion gazed at D-16 with a small smirk and shifted his hips, ready to take D-16’s spike in its entirety. D-16 placed a servo on Orion’s hip and slowly began to put his spike in. Orion stiffened slightly but relaxed under D-16’s gentle touch. As soon as he was all the way in, Orion released the breath he had been holding and D-16 slowly began to thrust.

D-16 huffed as he felt the tightness of Orion’s valve. He was slick with lubricant from his first two overloads, which made his spike slide inside him with ease. D-16 leaned down to kiss Orion while he thrust rhythmically into him, holding his aft with one servo while the other kept D-16 supported on the berth.

“Dee– Oh, oh– Don’t stop–!” Orion moaned loudly, any previous worry of being heard going completely out the window as D-16 thrust into him.

“Pax you– you feel so good–” D-16 panted, moaning softly.

D-16 took Orion’s aft and pushed him up slightly so he could angle his spike further into him. Orion gasped out a moaning cry and tugged lightly on the handcuffs, which only made D-16 want him even more.

D-16 chuckled softly through his huffing and moaning. “Still enjoying the cuffs, Pax?”

Orion whined and tugged on them. “I wish I– I wish I could hold you–”

D-16 almost laughed. “So you could scratch up my plating again?”

D-16 thrust deeper into Orion and he threw his helm back with a loud moan before he could protest D-16’s teasing. D-16 gave Orion’s aft a soft squeeze, making him whine and huff.

“Pax, I’m close–” D-16 panted as he began to thrust faster, making Orion gasp and shift his hips to be closer to D-16, wanting to take in more of his spike.

“I’m– I’m almost– Ahh!” Orion threw his helm back as he overloaded, tugging on the cuffs tightly. D-16 was overloaded soon after, his lubricant filling Orion as he leaned down beside him, panting.

D-16 slowly pulled out of Orion after a few moments, his lubricant spilling out onto the berth sheets. Orion tugged lightly on the handcuffs, still in bliss after his third overload of the night, and watched D-16 intently.

“Dee… Can you uncuff me now?”

D-16 put a servo to his chin and furrowed his optical ridge. “Hmm… I��ll consider it… Give me a good reason?”

“Uhm… you love me?”

D-16 shrugged. “Good enough.”

D-16 uncuffed Orion, setting the handcuffs aside before falling next to Orion as he wrapped his arms around him.

“That was incredible, Dee…”

“It really was…” D-16 agreed, staring at Orion’s optics as he gently caressed his face. “We should get a hotel room more often.”

Orion laughed and nodded his helm in agreement. The two of them chatted and giggled for a little while longer, exchanging kisses and caresses until they eventually fell asleep.

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“i am no good nor evil, simply i am. and i have come to take what is mine.”

Nun!Alastor x Demon!Lucifer ; RadioApple ; MDNI 18+

tags/warnings: top!lucifer x bottom!alastor, alcohol consumption, accidental luci praise fic?, blasphemous debauchery, desecration of catholic imagery, smut (vague i know but if the previous tags haven’t scared you… 😂) also not a brag but i think i accidentally put my whole pussy into this idk what happened but here we are 🥂**didn’t implement tag list to avoid shocking y’all to death**

word count: 5.1k

author’s note: *natalie portman voice* i never said i was a role model. this companion piece (<- first part linked here) is dedicated to darling @hazelfoureyes who gave me courage to let my freak flag fly — please accept this as my humble offer of gratitude; it’s been an honor to workshop this idea with you 😭 totally get it if this crosses a line for some (please skip, i promise it’s okay lol) but i couldn’t be more excited to publish this. for anyone willing to join us on the yellow brick road to hell you are welcome to link arms 🙏🏻❤️‍🔥 theme inspo from ethel cain 🏚️ i also made a playlist for the party if you wanna check it out ✨

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Samhain was always a peculiar time for Lucifer.

Though he could come and go as he pleased between realms — with the exception of Heaven, of course — the thinning of the veil was the only time of year he could feel Earth from Hell. The energy of realms converging wallowed in the air heady as incense, enticing his powers to rest just under his skin.

Or at least that’s how it felt. A not-unpleasant humming tension, aching to be released. It put him on edge, stirring him like a poker to hot coals as he fought to maintain his suave facade against the urge to succumb to the deeper power he normally held back with ease. It had never gone over well whenever Lucifer gave into the temptation…

Except for the year he accidentally created a mound of rubber ducks. What a charming fascination that had turned out to be.

Normally he would make plans to visit with one of the other Sins or confine himself to his workshop to keep busy (use your imagination), but this year Charlie was hosting a party at the hotel. A costume party. He had no intention of dressing up (the fear that no one took him seriously enough as-is not completely unfounded), but he did find the practice endearing. Little mortals disguising themselves to hide from ghouls and demons.

But he was Lucifer Morningstar, after all. Sinners and the like dressed up after him, not the other way around.

Exasperation pricked the king’s skin as Alastor suddenly came to mind, maintaining a perpetual state of unwelcome in Lucifer’s consciousness. He probably wouldn’t be dressing up either, the smug son-of-a-bitch. Every day is Halloween for that haunted sideshow, he thought bitterly with a laugh to himself, the sound echoing off the walls his only companion within the confines of the office — aside from the ever-present mass of ducks, of course.

The dilemma was still there when the laughter died though. Risk letting Charlie down by not dressing up and lumping himself in with Alastor by extension? Or don a costume and give the snarky demon and anyone else with a mocking eye the false impression of superiority? Lucifer groaned, running both hands through his bouffant platinum hair as he slumped forward at his desk.

How had it come to this, needing to choose between love for his daughter or himself? Consumed by the current problem, he failed to recognize that this was an issue typically at hand, even when he lacked venom behind it. He was making good progress when it came to Charlie, but as they say, old habits die hard. There had to be a compromise somewhere…

A minute passed.

Head between his knees, his eyes shot open with the thrill of inspiration and he sprang from his chair, decision made. The familiar handsome smile graced his lips as he sauntered to his bedroom where an untouched suit awaited him in the armoire. He wasn’t the sin of Pride for nothing.

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Intersecting somewhere between Halloween and New Year's Eve, the newly-added ballroom of the hotel was decorated to the gills, not a single inch of it lacking in festive flair. Angel Dust scoffed when a DJ had been suggested and happily provided a playlist for the party, which was either really smart or really crazy. Or both. Only time would tell, but so far there had been no complaints.

Sinners were piling in, ooh-ing and ahh-ing at the establishment. The cacophony of conversation, laughter, and music filled the space with a liveliness Charlie hoped would be a more permanent fixture at the hotel. She and Vaggie had taken charge of greeting everyone at the entrance of the ballroom, receiving some surprisingly sincere compliments on their Glinda and Elphaba costumes. Any derogatory laughter or smirks were being pointedly ignored, both women knowing full well that they looked incredible.

When Charlie spotted her father approaching in the crowd, her smile faltered briefly. “Dad! I thought I told you this was a costume party,” she said tentatively, looking back to give Vaggie a silent plead to keep up with the greetings before focusing her full attention on Lucifer.

“Oh, honey, you look fantastic! Pink really suits you,” he deflected, eyes and voice sparkling as he held Charlie’s arms out to admire the glittering gown, looking every bit the princess she was.

She drew back, not unkindly, when he released her and wrapped her arms around her ribs self-consciously. Groaning, “Dad…”

It was quite impressive how she could admonish him with a single word without even meaning to. Must've gotten it from her mother, he thought absently, though Lilith wouldn’t know passive aggression if it slapped her on the ass.

Thinking on his estranged wife, it was a true miracle how Charlie had blossomed into the compassionate and brave young woman standing before him. Lilith, never afraid to lead the charge; himself, too trepidatious to take the risk. Yet somehow their daughter seemed to embody the best of them both, reflecting parts of himself that he didn’t know where there.

He could have wept on the spot, suddenly fit to burst with affection for her — no doubt another side effect of the day — but the angel quickly refocused when he saw Charlie’s nervous expression toward him and leapt into damage control.

“Whaddya mean, I am dressed up!” he managed to answer with his usual charm. With one hand he pointed at his extended horns, a flicker of flame glowing between them adorned with his delicate serpent crown. The other hand swooped in front of his red suit with a flourish. “You’re telling me this doesn’t pass as a credible devil costume? You know, I actually held back. Thought maybe it’d be too scary for your guests if I went all out.”

If keeping his flame low and eyes neutral counted as holding back, and not just the ones in his skull. People got squeamish around him whenever the amass of eyes on his crown and wings appeared. He didn’t blame them.

Lucifer was rambling now, a nervous laugh the cherry on top of his need to save face. Though somewhat of a loophole, he had found the idea to be rather clever. Then again, he was trapped in an echo chamber of his own thoughts so most ideas naturally fell into that category. Was it really such a letdown? He could’ve bailed altogether, nerves already desperate for solitude, but he wanted to try for her. Even if it felt like two steps forward and one step back when it came to Charlie, he’d keep aiming to get it right for as long as she’d allow.

“I actually think you look great,” Vaggie said smoothly, swooping in next to Charlie at the first break in the crowd. Lucifer would owe her for the rest of existence for the save. A debt he was more than happy to repay in whichever way pleased her best, making a mental note to discuss it later with the fellow angel. “It’s a lot better than what Alastor decided to show up in, anyhow.” The grimace on her face and in her tone was unmistakable.

Alastor had fucked up.

It took all of Lucifer’s willpower to keep his magic in check at the delight that shot through him. The PR mess regarding what would equate to mass murder, regrettably, didn’t ping his radar. But the thought of needing to rebuild the ballroom was just taxing enough to keep the impulse at bay.

He was about to ask what Vaggie meant when Charlie stepped in, playing devil’s advocate as usual (no pun intended). What his precious, well-meaning daughter saw in that undeserving creep, he’d never understand.

“He’s just getting into the spirit! You have to admit, it’s nice to see him mingling for once, he’s usually so—”

“Grotesque?” Lucifer offered.

“Conniving?” Vaggie added.

“Reclusive!” Charlie practically screamed, earning looks from a few demons within earshot. “Look, I won’t say that what he picked out isn’t… surprising, but I’m just really happy to see him join in on the fun. He’s been enjoying himself so far, so I want you guys on best behavior, all right?”

She said you guys but made solid eye contact with her father. Despite wanting to protest, Lucifer understood he was already off to a shaky start and conceded with a sigh, covered quickly with a debonair grin. Charlie didn’t know what a particularly big ask it was to be on best behavior tonight, but that was his burden to bear.

“Of course, sweetie, you have nothing to worry about! There are so many sinners here I doubt we’ll even run into each other.”

Famous last words.

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Lucifer tried to enjoy himself, he really did.

In the brief moments before his eyes found Alastor in the crowd, it had actually been a wonderful time. He was immediately awash in the admiration of his subjects, even managing to make some poor creature faint with a simple grin in their direction — though he had really laid on the charm with that one. Could he be blamed though? After ten millennia of habit, calling it compulsive would be an understatement.

Moments like this were a reminder of why it was good to get out of his office every now and then. Whether it was compliments on his look, praise for the fight with Adam, or outright solicitation for sex, Lucifer drank it all in; beaming as the crowd awed at the sight of fully extended wings he could no longer keep to himself. He really was the shit, wasn’t he? Being worshipped is truly unlike anything else, but it’s something to experience, not explain. All he knew was that he adored it.

It had been a devastatingly short-lived escape, the proverbial looming gray cloud — never too far away — returning as Lucifer’s gaze fell on Alastor. He had been scanning for the bar and stumbled on an atrocity instead. Just his luck.

The costume was a shocking choice to be sure, one that Lucifer might have even appreciated had it been on literally anyone else. But something about it on Alastor was simply… perverse. Leaving him with the struggle of trying to decide if it was the costume that was the issue or its inhabitant.

Was it the way the habit — embellished with red stitches on each side and the Cross of Saint Peter in the center — framed Alastor’s face, ears and horns still exposed with just a tuft of bang peaking out across his forehead? The pure white wimple that glowed like a beacon against the stark black surrounding it, casting an unusual grace upon the slender neck and broad shoulders underneath? Or how the tunic flattered the swell of his chest, the taper of his thin waist accentuated by the fabric swirling about his hips that flowed down over long, lean legs?

The demon, draped languidly over the bar, was chatting with Husker; the look on their faces was the most relaxed and natural Lucifer had ever seen exchanged between the pair, borderline flirtatious. Whatever the bartender said made Alastor toss his head back with a laugh, the exuberant sound of it piercing the angel’s chest like an arrow. How he had even managed to hear it so clearly over the music and the crowd was a miracle, or perhaps curse was more accurate. Still, the easygoing look on Alastor’s face as he came down from the laugh was bewitching, accented by a boozy flush and mischievous, heavy red eyes.

Insufferable.

The Radio Demon was in top form tonight, confidence radiating from him with such a forceful ease that the king could feel it even from his place across the room. He hadn’t noticed the literal sparks flying out of the pads of his fingers until he brought his hands up to tug at the collar of his shirt, which suddenly felt too tight. Fuck.

Taking it all in, Lucifer could feel the heat rising reluctantly in his face as he was consumed by a baffling mixture of lust and loathing.

All because Alastor decided to be a blasphemous piece of shit, he seethed, scowling as he narrowed his eyes at the sinner in question. Eerie, arrogant, pompous, constant pain-in-the-ass Alastor, riling him up like this? Lucifer had considered it number one on his list of impossibilities, caught completely off-guard by the rush of desire — if he had to put a word on it — for the ghoulish prick. An impulse he had never entertained nor wanted to feel in regard to the demon, but was there all the same.

“Samhain,” Lucifer cursed under his breath. The flame between his horns intensified, eyes prickling with the threat to change color. He took a breath, remembering Charlie.

Best behavior.

It was about as helpful as a bandaid over a bullet wound. This had to be a joke; a cruel, tasteless joke meant to provoke him specifically. Like he hadn’t suffered enough of those already in his long, long existence.

That was the only conclusion the angel could come to from his table near the bar, practically burning alive in his chair as he watched Alastor strutting around the ballroom in between breaks from the dance floor. Lucifer really had almost set himself on fire after catching Alastor in the middle of a sultry dance move with one of the guests, a rolling of hips he didn’t think Alastor was even capable of doing, let alone inflict upon someone. It took a double shot to mellow out when he found himself wondering what it would be like to switch places with that guest, though it did little to quell the growing ache coiling low in his abdomen.

There was a lull in the music and the crowd disbursed, quickly filling the empty space around the angel. Lucifer exhaled, somewhere between a groan and a laugh. Alastor had finally managed to dip out of his line of sight — not that the demon was forcing Lucifer to look — and the reprieve couldn’t have come at a better time; the solace of his absence coming over the angel like poultice to a throbbing wound. Despite being a couple drinks in now, the tension in his body was a ticking bomb. He needed the opportunity to try and decompress before he accidentally wrought havoc upon the denizens invited here by his daughter.

For at least the tenth time he entertained the idea of going back up to his room, if only to release some of the punishing energy pulsating through him, but he wasn’t confident that he’d return. The only thing holding him back was the promise he made to Charlie to be present and well behaved. And so, he remained committed to the confinement of the table he’d been bonded to for the last hour.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

In hoping to keep as much distance as possible Lucifer had unwittingly tipped Alastor off, landing the problem he was hoping to evade right in his lap. So to speak.

He always forgot that the demon could travel through shadow until it was too late. It’s just that he didn’t care to remember, not wanting to give Alastor even the tiniest bit of permanent space in his mind. Something he was actually too oblivious to realize he was already doing; they both were.

Alastor had of course noticed when Lucifer entered the room. Whether he wanted to was another thing entirely. Though it was to be expected, what with the dregs of Hell no doubt encountering royalty for the first time. Thankfully he had been at the bar with Husker, his captive bartender providing a welcome distraction with a joke about how his drink was going to cost a few Hail Marys. There were reasons Alastor kept him around, after all, beyond the obvious. Surly as he was, Husk had the capacity to be quite funny when the mood struck. He wasn’t on the clock tonight, but he was the only one Alastor trusted to pour his drinks.

He could feel the glare beating down on him from that moment on, focused on him wherever he went. So he laid it on, making rounds and fluffing up the guests who were all too eager to devour his attention. It had been especially fun seeing the quick shock of flame in the corner after he showed off a risqué dance move, all for his majesty’s entertainment of course. If the spotlight was going to be forced on him, why not perform? But after an hour the joke was growing stale, and so the demon came to the conclusion that he’d have to be the one to bridge the gap.

Lucifer jumped at the shock of Alastor’s melodic voice coming from behind him, transmuting the glass in his hand into a duck without meaning to with a pop; amber-colored liquor swirling around within the confines of its new shape. Lucifer couldn’t decide what pissed him off more, the jump scare or the magic trick. The not-so-secret third option being Alastor’s proximity to himself, the heat from their bodies mingling in the small space between them.

“Fuck! You know, you’ve got a lot of nerve sneaking up on me like that. I’m liable to make it a killing offense,” Lucifer sneered, tossing a napkin over his new little creation before anyone else could notice it. “And I haven’t been admiring you. I’m just, uh, keeping an eye on things! Besides, a king shouldn’t mingle with the general population. Might give off the wrong impression.”

Sealed with crossed arms and a smug, toothy grin, it would’ve made for a decent enough comeback had it not been for the slip up.

A dear old friend to Alastor, the slip up.

The expression on his face sharpened with a malicious instinctual ease as an idea unfurled in his mind. Lucifer was so obviously perturbed by him, the attempt he made at concealing it was almost endearing in a pathetic way. Though he was always in a pathetic way to Alastor, dark gums revealed in his ominous smile as his scheme took shape. He leaned in low, lips nearly grazing the angel’s skin as he spoke; his ear twitched at the catch of Lucifer’s breath from the action. He was so fucking obvious.

How humiliating.

“Is that so? Well, if you’re merely killing time here, might I suggest a bit of… sport?”

Lucifer flinched, pulling his face away to glare up at him. He couldn’t be insinuating what the angel thought he was, could he? It would be a bold — deadly — move even under normal circumstances. And tonight was anything but normal.

Something was clearly in the air for Alastor too, if the fraternizing Lucifer had witnessed for the past hour was any indication (not realizing he had been the cause). He was known to have a flirtatiousness about him when he drank, but there was a different edge to it this evening. Lucifer was beginning to wonder if the costume was fueling his narcissism. Obscene.

“Well, your majesty?” Alastor goaded, radio filter frazzling as he leered down. To Lucifer’s chagrin, bedroom eyes looked good on him, the rotten bitch. “If not, I’m more than happy to leave you to your sulking.”

That was a lie and they both knew it, the tension so charged between them the air might combust at any second. Given the king’s proneness to accidents tonight (and the literal open flame above his head) it wasn’t an impossibility.

As they locked eyes, some silent declaration was sent, though neither had received the same message. Or perhaps they did and therein was the problem, dooming them to be forever caught in this stubborn battle of wills.

Lucifer tried — and failed — to ignore the portion of himself that, apparently, had been eager for the opportunity. He could give in… if only to set some boundaries on who was always the winner in this pissing contest. The smoky trace of whiskey lingering on Alastor’s breath caused Lucifer’s nails to dig into the flesh of his palm, golden pinpricks of blood rising in the wake.

A proposition now effectively ratified.

The Body and the Blood…

How sentimental.

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

“Haaahh…! Mmmnn — ahh!”

“Fuck…”

It started off as a joke like so many things do when you’re scared shitless of vulnerability.

An insult here, a dare to chase it. Contemptuous eyes poorly concealing the desire simmering underneath. An angry meeting of mouths, all tongue and teeth and claws. The clattering of miscellaneous items being recklessly swiped off a table.

Glass shattering.

More insults.

A bite to the lip drawing blood, tangled breath filling in the needy gaps awaiting any touch they could get. The first shared moan ringing in ears before scorching its way down, stoking the molten ache roiling in the gut, desperate to envelop them both and leave nothing but frayed nerves behind.

Caressing, pulling, gripping, grinding, biting…

The party supply room was hot, air humid with sweaty musk and the steam of heaving breaths, the sounds of the party resonating on the other side of the wall. Inside were hisses through clenched teeth, groans of ecstasy; slick skin coming together then pulling away with the magnitude of storm-heavy waves crashing and receding on the shore.

The tunic covering Alastor’s torso did little to comfort him, stripped as he felt. In fact, the habit was still on too, the only piece of clothing torn from him being the wimple in order to free the expanse of his neck. Lucifer had spent quite a bit of time there, marking it well with harsh love bites and languid strokes of his forked tongue.

He was laid out beneath the angel, open mouthed and florid, vaguely coherent as his king fucked him senseless; seemingly determined to conquer the demon as wholly as possible. A task at which he was succeeding, if he hadn’t done so already; though to be fair he had never stood a chance against Lucifer. Not tonight.

Alastor hadn’t spoken a proper word in minutes, reduced to communicating through moans, groans, and sharp intakes of breath. Quite the accomplishment considering he was such an articulate fellow.

Lucifer didn’t know it yet, but he would be haunted by the memory of seeing Alastor’s eyes roll to the back of his head once he found the pace he was currently keeping; deep and steady, just fast enough to stay ahead of the desperation that was never too far behind.

So tight…

The demon almost looked sweet, splayed out below him like this, lost in the throes of pleasure. It was a nice change considering the sneer that normally painted his face. But seeing him like this, brows knit and face flushed, the tuft of bang soaked into his forehead…

In this moment, Lucifer truly felt like a God.

He certainly looked like he could be, his demon form fully unleashed. He always felt such relief in this state. It was exhausting holding himself back, and not just today. Something he did all the time, not out of concern or ease for others, but because he had difficulty grappling with his station. Not that he’d give it up — hell no. But the burden of leadership was exactly that. Lilith had known it too, all too happy to take the reins until she wasn’t. He’d been happy to let her… until he wasn’t.

Maybe it was the melding properties of Samhain surging through him, but he could swear he felt a shifting. What good did it do for him to hide himself away? There was actually plenty of proof to the contrary. Why should he hold himself back? He was Lucifer Morningstar. Hell was his domain, and all its inhabitants needed a reminder that he was to be revered.

The Radio Demon could be their martyr.

Why else had he offered himself up like one? And the image suited him well.

“I showed the Nazareth all the kingdoms of the world before they crucified him. What do you see, Alastor?” Lucifer growled, voice thick and smug with authority. He leaned down to nip and lick at the skin of Alastor’s open jaw, still whipping his hips at a relentless pace.

Even with eyes closed — too much effort, they were so heavy to keep open — Alastor could see him perfectly, the image of Lucifer seared into his mind. Eyes. Glowing red eyes to match the flame roaring between his fully formed horns and the apple that topped his serpent crown like a sparkling ruby. Leering, all-seeing eyes on seraphim’s wings.

A fanged grin so self-satisfied it was like looking directly into the sun.

A God.

It burned him to admit it.

But the wanton moan that tore through Alastor’s chest pierced the room, coming on so quickly he never stood a chance at restraining it. The words spilling from Lucifer’s mouth in deep rumbles threatened to unravel the meager hold Alastor had left on his dignity. Absent claws bit into the flesh of the demon’s thighs as the angel momentarily hitched from the way Alastor clenched around him, hot and greedy as if needing to milk him for all he was worth.

The king let out a husky laugh in response, latching onto a particularly enticing patch of Alastor’s neck where it met the shoulder; reveling again in the salty musk that coated his tongue before biting down, filling his mouth with the satisfying taste of iron.

Alastor opened his mouth in a soundless plead, his mouth and throat dry from exertion. Impossible as it seemed, tears pricked at the corner of his eyes; his painfully hard and untouched dick throbbed, weeping against his stomach and into the fabric of the tunic. It was too much… He was too full, too surrounded, too helpless.

Consuming.

Yes, that’s what it felt like.

He had never been on the opposite side of it before.

And despite it all, he could feel his orgasm pooling low in his belly, balls painfully full and tight. That gnawing tension yearning for relief as Lucifer’s thick arousal punished his spongy core. Once the angel pulled away from his neck, Alastor couldn’t help but reach down to touch himself, so in need of climax he didn’t care what it took to get it.

Lucifer roared at the sight, cock twitching as his own release threatened to spill, but managed to hold it back. Delicious as this was to witness, he couldn’t let Alastor get to the finish line just yet; his pointed tail coming around to snatch the demon’s hand away as he pulled out, exhaling with a strained grunt.

The sudden absence of both sensations left Alastor to writhe in frustrated ache, practically sobbing through gritted teeth at the loss, which Lucifer mercifully tried to soothe with languid kisses and nips to the demon’s inner thigh. He wasn’t a completely unfeeling Lord, after all.

He just needed one last thing before letting them both attain the high they so desperately wanted, his eyes shifting back from radiant flame to red and yellow with a blink as he wrapped his hand around Alastor’s angry, dripping length. It wouldn’t be long now, the poor creature was so hard and wet to the touch.

Alastor cried out, regaining some semblance of himself as he unconsciously bucked into Lucifer’s unmoving hand; his mouth made a sticky sound as he swallowed hard, moisture finally returning to his parched throat.

“Luci…fer… please — I can’t…!” Alastor practically tore the words out between heaving breaths, tears burning his skin as the shame of needing to beg deepened his rosy blush to an intense red.

He hadn’t expected the demon to beat him to the punch, unable to fight the grin of victory painting his lips as his eyes resumed their fearsome glow. Benevolently rewarding Alastor with a few firm strokes, he relished the lewd, wet sound of it joining the chorus of his subject’s carnal whimpers. Lucifer bent down and flattened his tongue, giving a slow wide lick to Alastor’s leaking cock from base to head, finishing with an obscene slurp. How could he possibly have denied himself such a precious offering?

A pleased hum rumbled in Lucifer’s chest when Alastor slung an arm over his face, gossamer strings of spit between his lips as he shuddered, “Oh god… fuck…”

That would work.

Lucifer buried himself back into Alastor’s enticing heat, continuing his ministrations as his hips set a slow pace. A mewling groan spilled from the demon’s mouth, hips rolling to meet each of the angel’s thrusts. Lucifer’s peak was quickly approaching, too lost in the divine feeling of Alastor’s body surrounding him, already lamenting the thought of being finished.

“You poor thing… Did I fuck all the attitude out of you?” the angel taunted, golden blood dripping down the side of his mouth from the force of his smile.

No longer capable of holding it back, the orgasm crashed through Alastor with the force of an avalanche, heart threatening to burst through his chest; the sound of its rapid pounding nearly drowning out his own scream of rapture. He spasmed so tightly that the king had to still himself, the grip on him almost painful. Hot, thick cum shot onto the demon’s stomach and Lucifer’s hand in gratifying spurts as he stroked him through his high, desperate for every drop he could wring out.

Inspired by the mess in front of him, the angel pulled out and brought one of Alastor’s hands to him, guiding him until he felt life twitch back into the demon’s fingers. The grasp was a little too harsh, Alastor perhaps using this as a chance for revenge if the look in his eye was any indication, but it didn’t matter. Nothing could take this conquest from him. It wasn’t long before Lucifer was rutting into the demon’s hand, groaning through clenched teeth as his face twisted up before spilling himself into Alastor’s palm.

Lucifer gave himself a moment to revel in the bliss of their debauchery before cleaning them up with a snap of his fingers. He was too worn out to put more effort into it than that, and hey, got the job done, didn’t it?

They were still trying to catch their breath when they finally locked eyes, the post-coital sobriety already at work. Alastor’s ears flattened as he glared at the angel, a rare grimace on his lips.

“No one knows about this. Understood?” he threatened, the static crackling in the air around him.

“Ha! Who do you think you’re talking to? Now I know I fucked you stupid.”

Their fistfight didn’t last long, but provided a great cover for their absence when they stumbled back to the bar in desperate need of a strong drink.

So much for best behavior…

✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

“How did you do it by the way, the last temptation of Christ?” Alastor couldn’t believe he was asking, the bitterness clear in his voice, but he figured it might be his only chance to find out without seeming too curious.

It took Lucifer a second to process the question, an easy smile spreading across his face. “Oh what, showing Jesus the world? I just whipped out a map*.”

Insufferable.

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ps: don’t worry, alastor was prepped before getting railed lol it just happened off screen 🫠

*biblically accurate if you can believe

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zepskies · 7 months ago

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hi! so I had a question, how long did it take you to build a following on tumblr? how long have you been writing for spn as a whole (I assume you started with it but I’m not sure I meant when did you start writing on the app mostly) and do you think it usually takes as long as it did for you for other people? (I hope the wuestion made sense)

Hi there, lovely anon!

Oh, these are great questions, and I'm happy to answer. I'm going to be referencing this post, as someone asked me a similar question.

I also talk a lot about my beginning fanfic/coming to Tumblr experience and building a following in this interview I did with the @idlingintheimpalapodcast.

That being said, here's how I got started in SPN fandom and on Tumblr, and 6 Tumblr Tips related to how I've tried to grow my blog:

Learn How Tumblr Functions

Create a Tag List

Posting Schedules, Announcements, and Sneak Previews

People are Visual (Use Images & Design Elements) + shoutouts to blogs I looked to for inspo

Support Your Fellow Writers! Reblog/Comment on What You Read & Enjoy

When I Do Get Engagement, I Reply to Comments and Reblogs

Deeper dive below the cut:

Writing for SPN & Starting on Tumblr

To be honest, I'm a bit late to the party when it comes to Tumblr. I've written for many different fandoms over the 15 years or so I've been writing fanfic, but I've been writing for Supernatural in particular since around 2015. I wrote on platforms like Fanfiction.net, and later I moved over to Ao3.

I dabbled with Tumblr starting in 2021 while I was working on a Billy Butcher x OC story for the Boys (And So It Goes). But after watching the last season of SPN, I got the SPN bug again, so I started dipping back into the fandom.

But I wasn't really that active on Tumblr until January 2023, when I wrote my first soulmate AU series for Dean Winchester, called Never Say Goodbye (Dean x soulmate!Reader).

That started a very fun journey for me in the Tumblr world, engaging with people and making friends here with awesome people! 💕

Now, here are a few tips on what I've learned in building my following. You don't have to do exactly what I did. This is just my advice based on my personal experience here:

Tip #1: Learn How Tumblr Functions

Everything has been a process of trial and error. I have a professional background in content and social media marketing, so that knowledge has helped me a lot with some elements I'll get into later.

But it took me time to learn the Tumblr landscape. I had to figure out:

Why it's important to reblog -- not just your own work in replying to people's comments, but what you read and enjoy. It's what makes Tumblr go 'round.

The different mobile vs. desktop views and functions.

How to format my posts and use hashtags that would best optimize my fics and posts, based on the most followed tags in the fandom I was writing for.

How to create design elements, like banners, dividers, and headers that matched my aesthetic and the fandom.

Make sure my blog is easy to read, visually, and easy to navigate, technically (links to my masterlists, series masterlists, tag list, my fic library side blog, Patreon, etc.).

I'm still adjusting all these things now and then as I figure out new ways to keep readers engaged, and make my blog as easy to navigate as possible.

Tip #2: Create a Tag List

A tag list is a list of blog users that request to be tagged in your upcoming fics. (See this post on tips for formatting tag lists and optimizing hashtags on posts.)

Some authors don't do tag lists anymore because they find it a hassle (and it can be), but even if you're just starting out, advertise your tag list -- I suggest at the end of a fic and in your bio, your masterlist, and/or navigation page. It will get more eyes on your posts, and hopefully more engagement.

I used Google Forms to build up my tag lists because it's easy to use and it creates a Google spreadsheet for you based on the responses you get (an idea I got from another writer who was doing the same thing). You can also create more sheets within the file to organize the responses by character, for example.

On my tag list, I gave readers options to choose which character they wanted to be tagged on based on the fandoms I write for. I also created tag lists for new series to go with the series masterlist. Like I said above, I created spreadsheets for each of these lists within my tag list form master sheet.

Now, you don't have to do it exactly this way. There are many ways to keep track of a tag list.

Some people may think my approach is too much work, but this was very successful for me in building up my tag lists and increasing my following. Staying organized is key! 🤓✌🏽

I have since created a side blog @zepskieswrites for people to follow with notifications on.

Tip #3: Posting Schedules, Announcements & Sneak Previews

When my blog started to gain traction from my first SPN series, I knew I wanted to post consistently to keep people's interests. For me, this meant once a week (sometimes more if the mood strikes me), to keep that momentum going. YouTube vloggers do the same thing for this reason. They have a set posting schedule and give announcements.

You don't have to post once a week. You don't even have to have a set schedule. That's just what I did last year to increase engagement, but also because I love to write, I was getting inspired, and I made the time for it!

Remember that writing and sharing your work and being a part of the fandom on Tumblr is supposed to be fun! At the same time, what you get out of something depends on how much time you have to put into it.

Basically what I’m saying is, I’ve put a lot of time and energy into my writing and my blog, but only because it’s been very fun to do it! 😉

Now, going back to being consistent. It can help you! When people know they have content waiting for them by a certain timeframe, and they see that you stick to that deadline, they're more likely to tune in and engage with your work.

Of course, real life comes first, always, and things can derail you, but on the whole I make sure that I keep my word when I say I'm going to post something. Tumblr has a scheduling feature that allows you to schedule posts ahead of time, which I use on a daily basis. That can help you as well.

To try and generate buzz around new stories, I give writing updates or announcements, often with sneak previews, and the dates when I plan to drop the upcoming story. When I'm writing a series, on each chapter I give a preview of the next one, so I can try to keep people invested and waiting for the next chapter.

Tip #4: People are Visual (Use Images & Design Elements)

A huge element of successful content and social media is visuals. The first thing people are often drawn to when they look at a web page, an ad, or any kind of digital content is the picture -- and any other visual elements. Then they look at the title/headline, followed by the rest of the story.

This is why I always lead with the title of the story/headline and a GIF or image at the top of the post for a story. Draw readers in with their eyes to the visual, and then the content. I now create my own design elements, including story headers.

When I got started here on Tumblr, I also took a closer look at how other popular blogs I admired were organizing their masterlists, formatting their stories with banners, dividers, tags/warnings, word count, creating tag lists, and more -- both to create their blog aesthetic and to make it easier for readers to enjoy their work on different levels -- the content itself, and the visual elements.

Shoutouts to some of those writers I looked to, who have a lovely blog aesthetic and organization: @luci-in-trenchcoats @deanwinchesterswitch @deanbrainrotwritings @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior

Form and function is a balance, and they should work together. For example, there are some design/post formatting elements that are getting popular now on Tumblr that I personally don't vibe with, because I think it takes away from the reader's experience.

Like making the entire post or story in small case. Readers that have trouble seeing small fonts won't want to read this.

or making everything in the story lower case. this just bothers me for grammatical reasons. guarantee i will be turned off from reading. 😂

Also, most people browse Tumblr on their phone rather than on desktop. (About 62% according to current Semrush statistics.) So certain things that are small in your desktop version will be even smaller on mobile.

If you have a custom blog design, some design elements may not transfer well visually on mobile vs. desktop, and vice versa. So you'll want to check both versions to see how it looks, and possibly make adjustments.

Now, this isn't to say you have to become a graphic designer if that's not your thing. There are plenty of people who share their lovely designs for free, as long as you make sure to credit them if you use one of their banners, dividers, etc. Check out @cafekitsune and @firefly-graphics, for example.

Some of them even take requests. Just make sure to check their bio to see if they state whether they're currently taking requests or not. (This also goes for writers on fic requests.)

Tip #5: Support Your Fellow Writers! Reblog/Comment on What You Read & Enjoy

This is part of the fun when you start truly engaging with the fandoms you love.

Likes are cool. Comments are wonderful. Reblogs with comments are awesome, because not only do they get that engagement/feedback that they can reply to, but the reblog helps your fellow writers get seen. And while they aren't obligated to, they might be more inclined to do the same for you.

You'll also start to develop relationships within your fandom community. This is how I've made many friends and gained new readers on Tumblr -- by reblogging, sharing, commenting on what I liked about the fics I read. 💜

I try my best to support my fellow writers, no matter how new or how popular they are. Just because a writer has a bigger following, doesn't mean they appreciate feedback any less.

Feedback gives us writers energy and fuels us to write more. It can lead to more inspiration, and to continue the series you might be so invested in.

So if I took the time to read something, if I enjoyed it, I'm usually reblogging it and sharing my thoughts, even if it's just a gif or a couple of lines, or a long raving review. 💖

Tip #6: When I Do Get Engagement, I Reply to Comments and Reblogs

Along with supporting my fellow writers, engaging with the lovely people who read my work is just good fun! It's the best part of sharing my work on here and on Ao3. And it lets them know that you value and appreciate them for taking the time to comment and/or comment in a reblog. 💓💓💓

I hope these tips are helpful! Now, to answer your last question...

Do you think it usually takes as long as it did for you

[to build a following] for other people?

Interesting, but the truth is, I'm not sure. My knowledge of content and social media marketing has probably given me a leg up, I think, even though it took me a while to learn the Tumblrscape. I've also been writing fanfic for a long time. Long before I ever heard about Tumblr.

I've spent years studying literature, creative writing, and screenwriting, and putting it into practice. I've spent years writing for other voices besides my own, outside of the fanfic world. Like anyone else, I can only go by what I've learned, my own instincts, my frame of reference, and what I want to write about next.

Like anyone else, I can only hope that what I put out there vibes with people and touches them in some way, enough that they feel comfortable letting me know what they thought about it. 💜

In the meantime, I'll just keep getting inspiration from this guy (and other characters):

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ch4nb4ng · 2 years ago

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The Pompous Laywer

Pairing: Changbin x afab!reader

Genre: Enemies to lovers

Word count: 12.3k (jesus i know i always say i get carried away but this is the worst one to date)

Warning: 18+ fic, swearing, mentions of police and law, kissing, fingering, mentions of behind, breasts and nipples, penetration, mentions of erections, precum, switch (?) both people, no huge dynamics of any type, semi-public sex

Note: hey !!! I have binge watched the tv show The rookie and I'm obsseseed with it so I based this fic loosely off two of the characters on thw show. I will put a link here of the vibes of these chracters so you can get an idea of the vibe I was going for (here) and (here) . No visual inspo today it got deleted :(

Taglist: @seo--changbin @j-0ne25 @cb97whoree @kpopsstuffs

Summary: Tension was at an all time high between you, the very capable and well established police officer, and the arrogant, smug lawyer who was always in your way. That was, until he actually needed you for a favour, out of the precinct, and on his office.

It was a breezy day at police headquarters for the team. The holidays were over, meaning that crime rate was low, and mainly because today was an admin day for you; your least favorite. Stacks on top of stacks of finishing reports, filing said reports, making sure that it is impeccable shape. The last time you accidentally filed a case on August 21 instead of August 20, the captain gave it to you for days.

****

That was years ago, during your rookie days. Now being a training officer, things were more fun. It was also easy to pick on the rookies that were assigned to you, feeling partly vindicated for what you had to experience during your own early days. However, without sounding too cliche, it also allowed them to become the best cops they could be, and it was fun to become friends with them, have them become your fellow colleagues and knowing that if you were in any high risk situation, they would have the training and rationality to have your back and do what is necessary.

***

Your eyes boggled as you sat at your desk, immediately noticing the way your fellow police officer, and best friend, Felix avoided eye contact when chucking the thick mound of paper onto the edge of your desk. The Sergeant was already out and about, checking and maintaining his authority by checking who was working and who was not. Sergeant Bang was not surprised to see you doing other things than what you were supposed to be doing; it was very obvious when you were staring at the large analog clock that was plastered on the wall, facing the opposite direction of your desk.

“How’s the paperwork going?”

“Pff,” you huffed, falling face first into the humongous pile, “Sergeant Bang, it’s a lot but I’ll get it done.”

“Good work y/n, I need at least half done by the end of the day, you need to take Hyunjin out on the street today, and you need to follow up on a house disturbance that occurred yesterday.”

“Yes sir.”

Your designated rookie, Hyunjin, was walking over to your desk, a large smile greeting his face as he took his seat next to you.

“Good morning Y/n, how are you today?”

“Can you not see the stack here? Get to work rookie, we need half of this done at midday so we can head back to that house we visited yesterday.”

“Got it,” Hyunjin replied, still smiling as he enthusiastically grabbed a quarter and clicked his pen, getting straight to it. You were lucky this year, taking on one of the rookies that was keen to listen, but also didn’t take it to heart when you criticized or made jokes. Most rookies understood that it was part of the process to earn your extra stripes.

Midday could not come fast enough. You were drowning in paperwork, and a coffee was definitely something you needed if your brain was not going to shut down. A large yawn fell from your lips as you rose from your chair, sluggishly making your way to the break room. The coffee pot had just been boiled, thank god, simply needing to just pour it in. Your arms moved slowly, sluggish movements following before a single drop touched your lips. Oh the feeling of sweet relief as the warm liquid ran down your throat, giving you enough energy to get back to your desk and into the swing of paperwork.

The pile descended bit by bit, but when the clock struck midday, a jolt of electricity sparked through your body as you nudged Hyunjin to get the tactical gear and prepare the shop. Felix was standing next to you, waiting for his own rookie to complete the same action.

“How is Hyunjin going?”

“Yeah good, kinda felt bad that he got stuck with my paperwork.”

A smirk came to Felix’s face, a playful punch coming into contact with your shoulder after.

“You made him do most of your own admin work? Damn, your harsh T.O y/l/n.”

A giggle came after Felix’s gentle criticism, “work hard play hard right? Got much on in the afternoon?”

“Not really, but we are only doing street patrol for a couple of hours today. Mr. Douchebag is coming in because I booked one of his clients yesterday.”

Fuck. When Felix said Mr. Douchebag, you knew exactly who he was talking about. Seo Changbin, the most scumbag defense attorney's known to mankind. Acted like he owned the place whenever he came into the precinct, treated sargents, captains, and police officers with little to zero respect. It’s people like him in the legal system that you simply did not want to make time for.

“For fucks sake,” you mumbled, “when is here not the fucking here?”

“Unfortunately,” Felix paused, covering his mouth to prevent anyone from hearing you gossip on the job, “and I hate to give him credit, but he somehow manages to represent every person in here, and most of them seem to get off. He’s trying to get me for unlawful captivity on the drug dealer we busted yesterday.”

“Pfft,” you scoffed, “of course he is. He-,”

Before you could continue, a sudden bubble of anger traveled across your fibers as you saw him walk into the precinct. Suited up, completely, that fucking brown leather briefcase he always carried. God. Even the way he held his chin up, facial expression showing nothing but arrogance because he knew that as soon as he saw you or Felix, he was going to be relentless.

“God he’s such a douchebag.”

“Listen Y/n, I actually hate him, you on the other hand,” Felix paused, giving you an unimpressed look, “Try not to get your panties in a twist.”

“Dude,” you hit him, face heating up from his rather honest remark.

The two of you had a history. From the multiple times he got his clients to remain silent, released on bail when they should not have been. Having to testify as the officer on scene and he would do everything in his power to tear you down, make you look incompetent. Changbin was a menace, and if it was anybody else you would admire how smart and hard working someone like that was. But to do that, let’s just say you would rather get hit by a bus like Regina George. He always, for some reason that baffled you to try and work out, was always obsessed with proving you wrong. Felix’s ‘wrongdoings’ were ones he liked to point out too, but yours were tenfold. It’s like he thought that you should be fired not everytime you apparently did something against the law, but more specifically when it was something he didn’t like. Something that went against his own personal morals, and that’s what irritated you the most. The pompous lawyer only did what aligned with his morals and values, which to any normal person, would be the opposite of most. Every word that came out of his mouth gave you a headache.

But god, was he hot. There was always a tension, the strength of it based on how fiery the disagreements became, that filled the room whenever a conversation (if you were putting your interactions nicely) was sparked between the two of you. It was easy for all the officers to see, and the amount of shit you copped for it was an understatement. Especially since you worked in a job where everyone’s observational skills were of high standard. Nonetheless, you would never let anything get in the way of your job, and that meant never mixing business with pleasure. I mean, not that you wanted to, because as soon as he opened his mouth, any feasible positive thought of attraction or whatever it was that made you feel drawn for him for a second flew out the window.

It didn’t take long for him to identify the two of you, a sly smile covering his lips as he strode over, expensive dress shoes, ones that he bought by most likely overcharging his clients ten fold to support his wannabe lavish lifestyle, clicked across the concrete floor and as soon as he was standing in front of you, his eyes gazed down then slowly back up, making sure to up his sleaziness by checking you out. If punching someone in the face wasn’t illegal, Seo Changbin would be knocked out cold.

“Officers.”

The two of you refused to look in the eye, the pompous lawyer very much undeserving of your respect, let alone your attention. He chuckled when he noticed, readjusting his suit in an attempt to gain control over whatever this interaction was.

“Long time no see,” you replied with the fakest smile, gritting your teeth in resistance.

“How fortunate,” he fake pouted, completely matching your energy, “I’m not here for you today, I’m here for him.”

Felix crossed his arms and stood strong to keep his high standard of authority with Changbin.

“My client hasn’t said a word in 48 hours, so you need to let him go.”

Your best friend rolled his eyes as he said nothing, allowing him to walk passed as headed over to the investigation room. You could tell straight away that Felix was flat, another defeat he had experienced at the hands of this ruthless, douchebag, absolutely cock of a lawyer. It got under your skin even more each time. Nonetheless, maintaining a high standard of professionalism meant having the communication skills required to result in efficient or necessary outcomes. You placed a hand on Felix’s gripped wrist, opening it up and hoping he would take a deep breath.

“Felix come on,” you whispered, easily able to feel the lawyer's eyes burning into the side of your head, “we’ll get him next time.”

He shrugged you off, heading back to his desk and engrossing himself in paperwork. You knew not to take it personally, seeing as his frustration wasn’t with you, but rather with how Changbin always seemed to have the upper hand on the two of you.

Hyunjin was taking an awfully long time, especially since Changbin has already left the interrogation room, making a v line straight for you again. His stance was still cocky as hell, hanging up his phone call with the perfect timing so he could stand right in your face. His hair was parted on the side, bangs slicked back, exposing his forehead. His shoulders were wider than usual, arms bulging out of the jacket as his smirk sent a shiver down your spine. Fuck.

You were lying if you said that he wasn’t attractive, objectively speaking of course. He always had some kind of smoothness about him, even if it was arrogant, on some days, maybe when you were feeling vulnerable or frustrated, he was always something to look at. Wearing clothes that were way too tight was clearly a staple, but it’s not like you were complaining. If anything, the cocky persona, sometimes, was a little arousing. But then as soon as he opened his mouth, all of that perceived charisma and attraction disappeared.

“God it feels good getting them out unscathed.”

“Find somewhere else to gloat Changbin,” you scoffed, eyes fixated in the way his tie arched across his chest, “I’m not the person who made the arrest.”

“Oh I know, it makes me sad,” he fake pouted once more, “I kind of wish you were the arresting officer, could have spent more time working together.”

There was a slight pang in your chest at his words. You knew that he was joking, his sarcasm was impossible to not notice. He took a step even closer, now in your personal space. He raked another peek up and down, another god evil smirk plastering his lips. His look definitely did not go unnoticed. You took no pleasure in cowering away from him, standing strong and face tough because you knew better than to give him any benefit of the doubt that he would turn around and treat you with any kind of decency.

“Yeah well I’m not and you should know better than to interact with me if there aren’t any pressing cases or charges that I am involved in.”

“Yeah I know, which is why I am talking to you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, mind scrambling as you had quite literally no idea what on earth he could be talking about. There were no open cases of yours right now, and even if they were, it had been passed onto detectives as the severity of the cases were too much for an officer.

“Yeah, you know your T.O? How he was arrested for drug trafficking in front of the whole office last month? Yeah, well it turns out he asked me to defend him.”

The case sent you into a frenzy. Your T.O was the backbone on how you became the cop you were today. They got you through the trials and tribulations. Seeing a lot of gruesome things on the job was hard to conceptualize at first, but they were the first to comfort and assure you that things would be okay. When it was announced, 3 days before public knowledge, it broke your heart. Made you question everything that you thought you knew about policing. Therefore, for Changbin to bring up not only the arrest, but the fact that he was defending him was a low blow, even for him.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“Of course. Earning the cop money is fucking great.”

You could feel the heat under the uniform rising rapidly, the mixture of stress at the mention of the anxiety induced name was not a good combination when standing in front of a person you already wanted to punch in the face solely for their existence.

“You shouldn’t be defending them.”

Changbin’s expression changed, the cocky arrogant facade of Changbin to one more serious, like he was offended by what you said. Here you go, accidentally offending his so-called morals and beliefs. Always more important to him than the actual law.

“And what gives you the right to tell me who I can and can’t defend?”

You rolled your eyes at his question. “Look, I know you like to defend the scum, but this is the lowest.”

“That’s why I did it. Cops are just the worst, and defending an ex cop is great to me, but let’s not get brash and cut straight to the chase. I need you for the case.”

The look on your face was priceless. The shock was real, and you were too busy processing his words to realize his hardness dropped, the arrogance disappearing when he saw the hurt pouring from your eyes. The atmosphere changed, and it was more of one where Changbin, shocking himself, felt guilt toward you.

“Like hell I’m defending that piece of shi-”

“Wait,” he interrupted, another expression, this one different, more like concern as he heard the slight strain of hurt in your vocals, “I feel bad asking, but they want you as a character witness.”

Your frustration was reaching a new point, boiling point coming up much sooner than you would have liked. A tear threatened to spill from your eyes as you quickly flicked it away, not wanting the pompous lawyer to see any form of vulnerability, to know he beat you. Every conversation with Changbin was a competition; sometimes you won, sometimes you lost. He placed a hand on your shoulder, wanting to comfort you in a way that wasn’t too personal and suspicious in a public place. However, for you this was personal, and anyone with half a brain cell knew that this would strike a very sensitive cord within you. The tension was thick, and it was a relief that you could see your rookie coming back over to break up whatever this moment was.

“Here,” Changbin took out his business card, “it has my phone number on it. If you agree to do it, we will have to have a meeting to go over things. You don’t have to, but they would greatly appreciate it.”

You said nothing, a light smile across your face as you let yourself fall into the dream that was Changbin’s gaze. You weren’t sure if it was the sudden calming, friendly demeanor and lack of goblin behavior that you didn't know he was capable of expressing, or the idea that the buttons on his shirt were getting tighter and tighter, the spaces between them getting bigger the longer he stood there. It was hard to form a word the more time you spent with him.

Hyunjin was back, finished loading the shop before you could continue your shit talking conversation. You coughed to adjust yourself, not wanting for Changbin or your rookie to see that he was under your skin.

“All ready boot?”

He nodded, a friendly smile as he followed you, grin disappearing as he noticed your vulnerable demeanor. Hyunjin stepped in front of you, feeling the need to protect you from him, and to close the already small space that the two of you were sharing. You pushed him aside, a weak smile on your lips as Changbin waited for you to answer.

“Let me think about it.”

He nodded, allowing you to leave and head to the car with Hyunjin. As you got into the passenger's seat your mind continued to race with two things. Partly your T.O, but mainly Changbin.

It was the first time that you had seen an almost human side to him. You weren’t sure what to call it, but it was encasing your mind, taking over all conscious parts of your brain. It was almost impossible to believe that a lawyer, especially a defense lawyer, actually felt bad for asking someone to help him with a case.

“Are you okay?”

Hyunjin snapped you out of deep thought, looking at you while driving to analyze your facial expressions.

“Eyes on the road boot, and yes I’m fine.”

A silence fell over the car, the lack of criminal activity responsible for that.

“Is something going on between you and the lawyer?”

You gave him a look of disgust, finding this a completely inappropriate question to ask a superior officer. Even though it wasn’t a completely ridiculous question to ask, it was obvious to a third party that there was something better. But you knew better than to have your rookie have the upper hand on you, especially when it came to your personal life.

“Why are you running your mouth, boot? You know who he is right?”

“Yes, I,” Hyunjin hesitated, worried that you were upset with him, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine,” you mumbled, adjusting yourself in the rather large seat. When it came to your personal life, especially when it wasn’t great it was easier to be this way. Cold, brash. It also seemed to be the way that Hyunjin learnt how to do things efficiently and easily.

“I’m sorry Y/n, I know I’m overstepping, but I saw the way he looked at you when your appearance changed. Like he really cared for you.”

“Hyunjin I swear to god,” you yelled, immediately getting defensive at his implication. Your tone was harsh, a prompt guilt coming over you as you continued to speak, correcting the tone of what and how you said it.

“He didn’t do anything that bad, and there’s nothing going on in between us.”

You paused again, looking around with the means of refusing any possible contact when talking about this sensitive subject.

“He asked me to testify in a case about my T.O.”

“The one that got arrested?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, feeling small even talking about it, “wants me to be a character witness for him.”

“That’s so rough, I’m really sorry.”

“Eh it’s not your fault. Enough about me, let’s focus on the road.”

The afternoon of patrol was easy, but your mind floated every once in a while to everything that surrounded Changbin. Hyunjin’s perception, Changbin’s own humane side coming out to comfort you, if you could even call it that. Whatever it was, it was something that you could not get out of your mind. On the contrary, you would never let something as miniscule as a mee defense lawyer get in the way of your high quality police work.

***

Patrol was over too soon, greeted by a smile from Felix once more as you saw him getting out of his shop and walking over to you.

“How was patrol?”

He said nothing, directing his hand to his rookie with one of the biggest drug dealers in the area. Your jaw dropped when you saw this large 6’5 300 pound man in cuffs.

“How on earth did you manage that?”

“He was sleeping,” Felix smirked, “had no idea we were coming. God some criminals are so dumb.”

“Nice work boot,” you nodded, helping him carry the man to be processed.

The processing was the easiest part. Finger prints, photos, and paperwork assessing the individual. Making sure they had no weapons on them; catching the cops was the hardest part. Processing and putting them in a holding cell was the most relaxing part of the job. Even the paperwork was more stressful.

The guy was being put in his cell, but it wasn't a rude surprise when you saw the man who was on your mind all day show up. He was bolting straight for the cops holding the perp, an agenda in his eyes as your irritation rose, knowing exactly what he was going to do.

“Woah Changbin,” you stepped in, standing between the struggling perp and Changbin, “what are you doing?”

“You need to let go of him, he is being unlawfully detained.”

“And how would you know that?”

“Because my client is under the influence, he does not understand his rights and you cannot keep him.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his statement. He was dead serious, and there was no way you would stop this guy from being detained. He was well known for a while, and you weren’t going to let Changbin’s antics get in the way of this.

“This man is not showing any substances in his system, he needs to be processed.”

“And like I just said, he doesn’t understand his rights so uncuff him and let him go.”

“How would you know that?”

“Because I was across the street after visiting another client and I saw them put him in the car. He barely said yes when asked if he understood.”

“Okay but he said yes so what’s the problem?”

“Do I have to repeat myself? You’re also using unlawful force on my client.”

“Unlawful force?” you scoffed, “the guy is over 300 pounds.”

The responses were back and forth, way too quickly to react and way too difficult for someone to step in and diffuse the situation. Tempers were running high, and the longer the argument went on, the louder your voices became. Any leniency that you felt prior towards the pompous lawyer was diminished in an instant. Another officer stepped in, attempting to continue to put this man in the holding cell.

“It doesn’t matter, you need to let him out or I will report this as unlawful and you will lose your job immediately.”

“Are you serious? I-”

“What is this ruckus?”

The two of your heads snapped simultaneously once you heard the Sargeants voice.

“We are trying to detain a perp but ‘Mr. fancy pants’ here is obstructing us from doing so.”

“With all do respect sir this is an unlawful arrest I-”

Sargent Bang took another step forward, putting a hand in front to stop Changbin from talking. Due to the significant height difference, the lawyer backed down, clearly intimidated by Chan's demeanor.

“Mr. Seo, do I come to your office and tell you how to argue in court?”

“No,” he replied, an obvious defeat in his tone, “I don’t.”

“Then you need to get the hell out of my officer's face and you can make a claim in my office.”

The lawyer nodded, no words needed to be said as he followed the Sergeant upstairs and you lost your view of him. The beads of sweat were scattered across Felix’s forehead, a huge sigh of relief as he swiped a hand across, happy to have got him in the cell.

“Nice arrest,” you smirked.

“Yeah. Thanks for that.” He smiled back. But you knew better. There was a second look in his eyes, one that had an underlying meaning, another implication if you will, “I wouldn’t have been able to complete it if it wasn’t for you practically barking at him.”

You laughed, hard at his statement.

“That’s not true, and I feel like you need to spit out what you’re thinking.”

A sarcastic look of shock appeared on Felix’s face.

“Me?” he questioned, placing a hand on his chest in surprise shock, “when do I have something ever to say?”

“Spit it out.”

“Fine,” he chuckled, “you held your own, don't get me wrong. It’s just, I can’t help but feel like there’s some tension between you.”

“Tension?”

At first you were confused. Obviously there was tension, the two of you were yelling at each other for five minutes. You were pissed. How dare he try to embarass you in front of your fellow officers. Accuse you of malpractice. You would never do the same in front of his colleagues. It wasn't until you realized what the smolder behind his lips really meant, and it shook you to your core.

“Are you fucking serious?”

“What,” Felix shrugged, mumbling under his breath, “it’s not the first time I’ve noticed it.”

You shook your head, the thought sending you into a head spin. He couldn’t be right. You repulsed the man, despised him on every level.

Why was your head going straight to this morning, and the interaction before that, and the interaction before that. You had to walk away, space out in your office chair and involuntarily re-analyse every single conversation you had with this damn lawyer. God it was frustrating. Why was he playing so much in your mind? A man of such vulgar and despicable actions was clouding your judgment. It was impossible to do paperwork, concentrate on anything anyone had said. The thought of him, his face, hair, blazer jacket, shirt. That fucking white shirt. Your memory automatically scrolls to that one time the top button was undone. The way his jawline clenched when he took serious phone calls in the precinct. The way he was able to swoon other police officers into getting the information he needed. There was no reason for this, but it was becoming significant that all it took for you to spiral about the pompous lawyer was a gentle nudge in the direction from Felix.

“Hey.”

The voice, the last, yet first, person you actually wanted to even fix your eyes on was talking to you right now. This had to be a joke. It almost made you chuckle at the way he was standing over you at your desk; he probably loved it. Doing anything and everything he could to bring the worst out of you. And if he wasn’t going to apologize right now, he was going to do exactly that. His hand crept into your vision, veiny dorsal hands as his frame got closer and closer, hoping that you would acknowledge his presence, and not the other way round. You could see the look of Felix pretending to gasp at the lack of space between your bodies from the corner of your eye, leaving you even more reluctant to one, fuel your best friend and any other officers point, and two, actually converse with him.

“What do you want, Changbin?”

Your tone sounded very unenthusiastic, mouth, or throat, not having the energy to entertain the nonsense that was about to spew out of his mouth.

“I need an answer about testifying, for the other trial.”

“When do you need the answer?”

“Today at the end of shift.”

“Well then you’ll get my answer then.”

He moved away, running a frustrated hand through his hair at your stubbornness and unwillingness to cooperate.

“Can’t you just give me an answer now?”

“Hmm,” you stood up, clasping your finger upon your chin, looking ‘very’ deep in thought, after the way he just treated you, attempting to embarrass you, it wasn’t really in your mind to treat him with any care, “I just don’t feel like giving you an answer right now.”

“What the fuck is your problem?”

“My problem?” you raised your voice, smacking your hand down on the desk, causing the surrounding officers and personnel to stare straight on.

“What the fuck is my problem,” you took a step closer, aiming to get into the lawyers face, “You have the problem, not me.”

The bickering was at an all time high today. This was normal. Changbin used to find at least one officer to argue with, but the intensity of your heated discussions with him were always ten fold in comparison. Voices were always raised to a peak, fingers gripped in fists, it was practically a show for the precinct, and the officers looked every time; sometimes they were sad because the only thing missing was their popcorn.

The tension in this moment was high, but nothing you didn’t experience every single time this douchebag flashed his face in your place of work. Your eyes widened when you saw Sargent Bang standing behind Changbin from a distance, teeth gritted to end the conversation now, or there would be consequences for your actions. You gripped Changbin’s arm, dragging him around the corner, in front of the low-level weaponry kit room. The only people that walked past that part of the precinct in the middle of the day were police chiefs, and their visit was once a month; today was not that day.

“This is unlawful force on a civilian-”

“Shut up,” you interrupted, whispering as you finally let him go once you were out of frame from the others, “I don't want to make more of a scene and you are not going to be the reason I get fired.”

He scoffed at your remark, finding a sarcastic humor in it. He adjusted his suit jacket once more, patting down his suit and making sure he looked perfect as always. A single strand was out of place across his forehead, and you couldn’t lie, it was pretty adorable. Seeing him out of place in the slightest was like goosebumps on your skin.

“Well it wouldn’t be a problem if you just answered my question.”

The shrug he gave made you want to kick him in the knees. Hands on your hips, you stood there, waiting for him to actually pay attention to what you had to say.

“Look,” he whispered, facial expression of friendlessness back, “I know this must be hard for you.”

He paused, wanting to sense your reaction. Your muscles related to posture softened, eyes avoiding his gaze, yet feeling the need to guard yourself suddenly unnecessary. Conversing with Changbin was like having a concussion, sometimes painful, sometimes blissful, but you couldn’t lie and stay in denial that there was meaning behind this. A gravitational pull that rushed your towards him, and the gentle moments where showed his non-demonic angle was poking out and taunting you made the force greater each time. The sprinkles of generosity he showcased were something that you ate up everytime, and you hated it.

“It’s not that I don’t want to testify, because knowing you, I will be subpoenaed into doing it anyway.”

“No,” he interrupted himself with a laugh, “wait yeah actually I probably would.”

“Yeah that would piss me off, but I understand you would be doing your job. I guess I am somewhat appreciative that you gave me a heads up on it.”

He nodded, taking your mumbled graciousness as a win.

“What do you need me to do?”

He said nothing at first, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the small card with his business, name, phone number and address to said business on it.

“Are you busy tonight after work?”

You followed through, fingers accidentally brushing fingertips with him when accepting the card. The two of you ignored the pull acting up once more. For some reason it felt better to not point it out. You shook your head in response, a small smile filling his lips as he was happy that he didn’t have to fight to get an answer he wanted.

“Great, swing past when you’re done here and we can move forward in your portion of the case.”

No reply was needed as he walked in a separate direction from yours, brain spinning once more as you sat down at your desk. It didn’t take long for your best friend to creep up on you and your rookie’s shared desk. An unwipeable smirk plastered his face as the two of them planned to gang up on you. Unfortunately for them, their plan was spotted from a mile away.

“I don’t want to hear it,” you smoldered, raising a hand to both of their faces in an attempt to silence them.

“I’m not saying anything,” Felix fanned himself as he spoke, “but the tension is hot hot hot.”

“Yeah I could feel it from-”

“Hyunjin, if you say one more word that contributes to this conversation I will write you up. Don’t forget I do daily evaluations on you.”

Hyunjin shrank back into his seat, a small ‘yes ma'am’ before he was back to focusing on his paperwork.

“He’s so into you it’s crazy.”

A small energy of satisfaction sparked through your body at his words. It had to be a joke. Why was a small part of you excited if that was the case?

“He’s not into me,” you brushed off, a smile threatening to spill across your face, “I have to testify as a character witness in the trial for my T.O”

“He’s representing them?”

“A check is a check, and I hate to admit it, but Changbin is one of the best criminal defense lawyers in this country.”

You got up, checking your watch and realizing that there wasn’t long until you had to head over. Yes it was a bit early, but what was the harm in going home, showering, fixing your hair, putting on some makeup and getting out of uniform?

“Hey,” Felix yelled, grabbing you by the arm to stop you from leaving for the day, “where are you going?”

“I’m going to Changbin’s office to get this over and done with. Don’t say anything, I’m just going to prepare for court and that’s it.”

“Mhm,” he nodded, not knowing it was possible for an action to be so sarcastic, “I’m sure it is.”

A frustrated scoff left your lips as you continued to go to the door. Felix was wrong, and you were determined to prove that his implications were false and just simply not the case at all. But not even you could convince yourself that Felix is wrong. Part of you didnt want him to be wrong, but the other part of you just wanted this to be in your past, and getting over and done with seemed like the first step in doing so.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“That isn’t much!”

You took a deep breath as your car parked. One more look at your appearance in the rearview mirror and you were good to go. You kept your outfit simple, jeans and a thin white long sleeve shirt with a small black leather jacket to accompany and counter the recent cold weather. Your hair was down, natural. The intention behind it was that it was a change. A calming nature and contrast to what he usually saw when at the precinct. The normal was hair slicked back in a bun as it was protocol to make sure all hair was out of your face, definitely not wanting your hair to obstruct any view while in pursuit.

The door was large, revolving, leaving you almost caught in between. The area was spacious, impressive, and looked like a big firm. You knew the other lawyers there, but not well enough to know by name. None of them were as much of a hassle as Changbin was. The guy at the reception looked concentrated yet approachable, giving you no trouble as his attention turned to you once your approach at the desk was certain.

“Hi, how are you today?”

“I’m great thanks,” you smiled, a sudden streak of nerves enticing your body, “I’m here for an appointment with Mr. Seo.”

It took a few clicks on his computer before he realized who you were.

“Ah, you must be officer Y/l/n. You really do a number on lawyer Seo hey?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in a polite way, “I do?”

“Every time he comes back from the station, and he’s spoken to you, it’s all he talks about.”

“And I’m going to fire you for saying false information like that.”

Your head snapped at his voice, smooth as honey, and fake, when talking to the receptionist. He shrugged, chuckling because he knew that Changbin had been completely caught; but he was too swift, and stubborn, to admit that it was true. His eyes, as per usual, were fixated up and down, moving back and forth as they glued to your figure, an extra second spent too long before he made eye contact with you. Changbin put a hand out, in invitation to lead you down the rather long hallway to his office. The room was nice. Marble desk, swirly chair, off white walls; if you ever had your own office, you would want it to look exactly like this.

Changbin closed the door behind you, showing you to your chair as he stood behind it, patiently waiting for you to sit down. He lingered behind, thumbs grazing the clothed skin of your shoulder as he looked down over your head while taking your jacket off and pacing it behind your chair, easy access to your chest. You rolled your eyes; perv. His proximity made you nervous, and you didn’t know why, but that familiar gravitational pull was something you very much liked to deny from a cognitive perspective.

“So Ms. y/l/n, y/n, can I call you that?”

“Sure,” you replied sarcastically, looking down at your fingers, fidgeting as you became more restless the longer he took to reply, forcing the two of you to sit in silence. God this was uncomfortable. Why was he dragging this out? Every second was torture for you. This was supposed to be one and done. Go to court and never have to work with this prick or to never see your T.O again. If anything it was making you angry. He knew that this was painful for you, yet he refused to move ahead.

“Can we start?”

“Yes of course,” he nodded, maintaining a serious facial expression as he opened up his notebook on his desk, “do you have any questions before we start?”

“How long is this going to take?”

“As long as necessary.”

He paused, again, seeming to be for dramatic effect, “Is that going to be a problem?”

“No,” you gulped, the sound of his pen clicking immediately making you anxious, “of course not.”

Your replies to the next few questions were short, but not abnormal as they were very closed ended questions. Changbin fixed his posture every few seconds, forearms flexing through his shirt while writing down his notes. It was somewhat frustrating that you had to multitask on so many things at once. His questions, making sure you were giving correct information. The way he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows to free up his caged arms. The veins. His lips. The deep voice coming out. Recalling events. To say you were getting overwhelmed was an understatement. He noticed your change in demeanor as soon as he freed himself, and for once in naivety, the emotion he felt was concern. He put the pen down, noticing that you needed a break from the lack of eye contact you were giving him. Although he hated your guts for most of the time, he didn’t want you to perceive him as a monster. It was sensitive stuff; everyone has a special relationship with a T.O. They show you the rope of everything, and they are there for you after intense crime scenes. The partnership was sensitive, and for it to blow up in your face was a shock to the system. He knew better than to rub salt in the seeping wound.

“We can take a break if you want. Can I get you anything?”

Your head snapped back up, a fake smile plastered on your face in an attempt to be polite and hide the discomfort that was going over the case with a comb, as well as the shock from his failure to make fun of you for once.

“Water and a break would be great.”

Changbin nodded, getting up from his seat and walking over to the water cooler in his office. Neat, but definitely obnoxious and just a ruse to show off how much money he made. And to think you were giving him the benefit of the doubt. Your impatience, and frustration was growing with each moment. Placing the water cup in front of you, he resumed his seat, taking a nice long sip of his cool refreshment.

“Right, where were we?”

His eyebrows furrowed, a sign of concentration as he thought about his next line of questioning.

“How many more things do we need to go over?”

He smirked, “already keen to get out of here?”

“Well,” you scoffed, “it’s kind of something that I want to get over and done with.”

His jaw clenched, “well it’s not that simple.”

“Yeah I know that I-”

“I don’t think you do. See, it’s my duty to give him the best possible case as he is paying me big bucks to get him the best outcome possible.”

“Yeah we know how much you love money,” you mumbled under your breath.

“What was that?”

“No nothing,” you shook your head vigorously, “well no not nothing. I just said we know how much you love money, you can’t help but always flaunt it at the station.”

He chuckled at your sarcastic yet honest response.

“Let’s just continue so we can get this over with.”

A pit of relief panged in your chest at his words, Changbin now finally has the same mentality as you. His phone rang, but he denied, quickly, shocking you in disbelief. He noticed your change in appearance, unsure why you reacted the way you did.

“What’s that look?”

“No nothing, you just, I’ve never seen you decline a phone call before.”

He smirked, nothing else.

“What can I say? You’re a special client.”

“I am?”

He immediately regretted the implications of those words. He really should have thought before he spoke, because the sentiment went straight to your head. Your ears felt hot, and suddenly the gravitational pull was very much noticeable again. You shifted in your seat, leaning forward; why not have some fun with it? Maybe it would ease the uncomfort you were experiencing. The white top you wore was low cut, something that you failed to mention, and remember, but sparked your memory once Changbin’s eyes dropped immediately. All you were doing was leaning forward, grabbing your cup, and sloppily drinking, a few droplets ‘accidentally’ falling onto your shirt. The white material helped you push your rebellion across, which ultimately did the complete opposite for him. He was now the one shifting in his seat, comfort somewhat observable as it was his turn to avoid your gaze.

“Ok so were you part of the drug trafficking ring?”

The smug expression on your face dropped instantly.

“Obviously not.”

“Well how is it obvious?”

“Through the evidence?”

“The evidence,” he paused, smug in his own arrogance, “is not in your favor. You know he has tried to pin a lot of it on you, right?”

His words triggered something in you; something ugly. You got up out of your seat, walking around and standing over him. How dare he say that? Even if he was just saying it to get your reaction, it was, for you, crossing the line.

“That’s why I’m not the one who got arrested. What are you trying to imply?”

He turned in his chair, legs spread open in the biggest manspread known to man as he continued to smirk. Fuck, you should be mad. You should be fuming at his accusations, smugness, cockiness. What was he trying to imply? Changbin tricked you into thinking that you would be a character witness. Silly you for thinking he actually was capable of caring for you, making sure you didn't get thrown under the bus when persecuted.

“Nothing?,” he scoffed, feigning ignorance laced in his tone, “What’s your problem?”

Your laugh was loud, indicating that your frustration had reached its boiling point. That fucking question again.

“My problem? What is yours? You walk into the precinct, act like you know everything and treat the officers with little to no respect, then you obstruct a detainment? What makes you think you are so entitled that you can just talk to everyone the way you want? And to top it off, you want to switch the charges and pin me, a rookie at the time, for the crimes committed?”

Your breath was raised high, out of breath from the absolute serving Seo Changbin just got from you. A huge weight lifted off of your chest, finally getting what had been lying on your chest for years off of it. He got up and walked around his desk and stood in front of you, very much in your personal space; with an unimpressed look to say the least. How dare you question his practice, his ability to prosecute and defend as a lawyer. It was, in his eyes, this most abhorrent thing a person could do, especially an authority figure of similar position. You were, however, too stubborn to back down, chest puffed and fists pumped up, nails digging into your palms to prevent yourself from doing something you would regret.

“You think you know me so well huh?”

“I think I do.”

“If you did then you would know I’m not trying to get you convicted. I’m doing the opposite?”

Yeah right.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Of course I don’t want you to be a part of this, I want you to be as far away.”

“Why would you say something like that then? Accusine me? Do you just never think before you speak?”

The pompous lawyer didn’t answer straight away. The continuous cycle of confusion, anger, lust on repeat was sending you into a headspin. You couldn't keep up, but at the time, you were beginning to find the root of the reason you felt that cursed gravitational pull towards the man in front of you. As soon as his voice softened, so did you. Digits by your sides as opposed to dug in your palms, shoulders relaxed. Changbin was also standing very close to you. It was the first time you truly were able to take in his features. Thick, slicked up hair, tiny strands that had obviously been styled in a certain way that trickled over his forehead. The textureless surface area of his skin, the darkness of his eyes, you could have sworn his pupils were dilated, the color becoming darker and darker the longer he looked at you. His lips were in a whole different ball game. Very pink, very big, the hyperfixation was instant. Your eyes flicked between his lips and his own gaze, leaving you completely unsure where to look.

“I,” he sighed, pausing before making sure what he said came out the right way, “I don’t want you to get hurt. Fuck,” he paused again covering his face with his hands for a brief moment before standing even closer to you, “I want to make sure you’re okay and you don’t get caught in the crossfire.”

The atmosphere of the room had suddenly changed again, and now, you could not keep your eyes off of the pompous lawyer. He was pulling you in this time, hard, but contrary to the other times you experienced a similar sensation, you were finding it really difficult to find a way out.

“So rather than criticizing me, help me. Help me get through this how you would if you were me.”

The telekinesis was impactful, and no scientific theory or rationale could explain what followed, because the next thing you remembered was Changbin’s grip on your hips, pushing you forcefully to sit on the edge of his desk as he leaned forward and crashed his lips against yours. The energy was magnetic, and the normal part of you was saying what is happening right now, you should pull away, and you had the thought to do so.

But it’s merely a thought that flies into your consciousness then back into the unconsciousness. His lips felt too good, hands now gripping your face as his tongue entered your mouth. The kiss was slow, the intention to envelop him, take in as much as possible. His movements were delicate, yet simultaneously precise as his hands traveled to your behind, grabbing as much ass as possible, breaking away before whispering a quick ‘wrap your legs around me’ and lifting you up, pinning you against the back of his office door. It did slip in your mind for a brief moment that you were in a public setting and not the luxury of your home. It was just that however, like the others, a passing thought as his hips pinned you against the wooden frame, fingertips soothingly soaring against the sides of your torso as he lips left your own, littering across your jaw, up to your ear lobe, a thick stripe of the pomppus lawyer’s DNA coating the skin from the base of your neck to the tip of your ear lobe. There was nothing organized about the movements that occurred, partly because the navigation was unclear and he wasn’t a usual partner. But the main rationale was the increasing desperation that filled the tiny, gaping air that was closed each moment your lips moved in unison. As soon as his hands gripped your body, traveling down your sides and back to your ass; god he loved your ass.

Whether he would admit it or not, his mind went crazy everytime you walked away from him, mad or not. Conversation or no interaction at all. Changbin always wanted to see it, feel it, the texture of how the skin would feel in his hands, clothed or unclothed; he didn’t give a fuck. Changbin was grateful if there was any time in his life that he would get to experience it, and it was blowing his mind that it was happening. But, in the grace of it all, he was too stubborn, as per usual, to show that he wasn’t freaking out that this was actually happening. He wanted to be cool in front of you. He would rather get hit by a bus than admit that the feelings he had for you were something that were there every time he laid his eyes on you.

You could feel the subtle hard on across your groin, a gentle gasp escaping your lips and falling into his mouth as he acknowledged your reaction, gently grinding his hips against you, the friction only making your hornier as he pulled away, your hands leaching onto the buckle of his pants, the desperation clouding your efficacy to take it off in one swift motion. Changbin chuckled as he pulled away, unable to smirk as he was too desperate to worry about the lack of skill. His pants were off, and now it was your turn for a piece of clothing to be removed; and he wasn’t swift either.

Fuck buttons and belts, buckles, zippers, anything that was put on clothes which, for you to in this moment, seemed to only be put onto clothing to makes things more difficult. Changbin was able to undo the zipper and button on your jeans, helping the thick material pool at your ankles before he dropped to his knees for a brief moment to lift your ankles to help you discard them completely. Both pairs of bottoms were in a pile on the floor mixed together, maybe a metaphor for what was about to happen. Changbin’s jacket was easy to take off, and he cared too little to be meticulous with a basic white dress shirt, biceps bugling barely as he effortlessly ripped his shirt, the noise of the buttons hitting the hard surfaces of the office, leaving him in nothing but his boxers. His chest was heavy, pecs already 4 dimensional on his chest but Changbin needed no time as he was just too fucking hungry for you. Yearning, lusting, you name it. Changbin being out of breath was such a barrier to pick you up again, your back now lying against the contrasting cool surface of the marble desk as he hovered over you, another sensual kiss against your lips as his trails extended.

“Fuck,” he growled, primal like, “you have too many fucking clothes on.”

An annoyed sigh left your lips, “well that’s not my fault is it.”

He ignored your attitude. Changbin wanted to just rip it off, but he knew better than to let you leave with the clothing you did not come in with. His hands were now swift, wanting to focus on nothing else but your naked body. Changbin bit down on his bottom lip when he noticed your lack of chest undergarment.

“Did you do that on purpose?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Jesus,” he paused, an extended trail of kisses descending down your body, past your neck, lingering on your chest, a quick flick of the nipples with his tongue that involuntarily made your back arch as he continued, eyebrows furrowed with concentration as he got to your panties. Your breath hitched a little when he got there, teeth teetering on the edge as he pulled them down, legs straight and the gentle bumpy texture of his teeth dancing across your legs as he finally got off the last obstacle of clothing. Changbin couldn’t help but bring a hand to his length as he gently palmed himself, completely mesmerized and aroused out of control at the current view he was looking at you. The temperature of your face was immediately as his eyes ogled over your very naked body. Fuck. It was so hot to see him like this. Speechless, no comebacks. You could tell that he wasn’t thinking much, which oddly turned you on so much. It was something you truly were not used to.

“Stand up for me.”

The four words came out of mouth abruptly, switching positions as he sat down, practically drooling as your ass moved with each step, titties bouncing in unison with each movement. All he could think about was how hard they bounced if you were on top of him. How easily he’d be able to move his hands with your ass as you rode him, took him from behind. His mind was racing even more, and now he was back at square one: too overwhelmed and much too aroused to form a comprehensive thought of what to do to you.

“You’re so different.” you whispered, not wanting to catch him off guard.

“I am?”

“Yeah,” you breathed, heavy, hands beginning to roam across your waist, breathing through slightly gritted teeth, “usually you have so much to say.”

His gaze was so lustful, heavy, you couldn’t help but touch yourself. Your fingers attached to your left hand traced along your inner thigh, legs gently shuddering. If you were being honest, it kind of scared you how much something as simple as a stare could do to you. Your index and middle finger traced along your pussy lips, a desperate moan escaping your lips when the tip of your digit accidentally brushed the bareity of your clit. You thought you could handle the game; you usually did. But this was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and there was no going back after this.

Changbin was also desperate, scrolling forward on his chair and reaching for your hips, steadying himself before his palms separated. One had pitching your left nipple and the other sliding on either side of your core, pussy lips trying to escape his digits. It was easy for him, seeing as your core was already a slip n’ slide, fingers practically begging and soaking up any sense of friction they could get.

“Stop teasing,” you gritted, small hitches in your wind at each possible moment of touch.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, adjusting his fingers without warning, tips attaching to the nub like a magnetic force. A much larger, breathier moan falls from the tight crevice that is your lips as Changbin gets closer to your torso, mouth latching onto the previously excluded nipple. The lawyer execution wasn’t perfect, and if this was the third or fourth time the two of you had been intimate, it most likely wouldn’t have felt as good.

At that stage, however, things were different. The tension from the lack of physical intimacy was the sole reason his fingers felt so good. This may, in the present moment be due to the short circuiting of your brain from the man’s fingers and lips, feel like something that just sparked out of the blue. Random. Out of nowhere; but anyone could tell that that was nothing but a crock of shit.

This was a culmination of all the times you disagreed, agreed, yelled, whispered, cared, lusted, hated, liked, loved? Even the way you looked at him when he would walk into that precinct with his very tight suits and heavy briefcases. The times Felix would nudge you to keep it down when the two of you would argue in front of the other officers, even the sergeant. The more you argued, the more care there was, even if it was illustrated as hatred. The opposite of hatred is indifference, not love, and there was nothing indifferent about the situation you found yourself to be in.

Changbin couldn’t think straight. There were times he thought about it too. Whether it was when he woke up in the morning, preparing a case of a perpetrator that you arrested. He felt like an idiot, because all he wanted to do now was touch you. There was no instruction, no structure to how he was doing it, just rubbing your clit and sucking on your nipples, teething the hardened nubs was the way to go. Changbin thought he would have so much more composure, but the moment your clothes were discarded was the moment he knew he was in trouble, because the images he visualized in his head were not even closer than how sexy he imagined you to be.

“Mhmmm,” you hummed, hips forming a gentle rhythm on his digits, your own hand running up and down his arm soothingly, “feels so good.”

“Yeah you like it?”

“Yes I-oh my god.”

You interrupted your own sentence when you found two of his fingers at your entrance. Slow, calloused textured fingers scratching your walls as he began to pump. He stood up simultaneously, slightly bent over to make sure that his fingers would remain consistent in depth while adjusting to the height difference. His thumb that belonged to the same hand reamiend on then sensitive numb, the three fingers creating a collective come hither motion. You took a few steps back, finding stability in the wooden cabinet behind you as Changbin’s fingers picked up in pace. He was still a cognitive mess, no craft to his skill, but it seemed to be more than fine for you. He analyzed your behavior. Lids fluttering on the brink of shutting, jaw slightly agape with sinful moans and groans disclosed, and your left hand groping your own breast.

On the contrary, you were just as overwhelmed, unable to speak, those unorganized noises the only indication of how his fingers were making you feel. Fuck, you were already so sensitive, and the fact that he was already hitting the fleshy mound inside your pussy with his fingers only aroused you tenfold, knowing that his cock would be just as effortless in doing so. Your eyes wanted to roll, reach the back of your head. You never knew that something so simple as someone’s fingers could make you feel this good. Your hips spasmed, walls already clenching around him as you knew that you were getting close.

“Shit,” Changbin groaned, that god awful yet fucking sexy smirk appearing, “you’re close, aren’t you?”

“No,” you mumbled, not wanting him to give you the satisfaction of knowing he made you feel like pure heaven, “b-barely.”

You could feel his hard on pressed against the top of our leg, itching at your hip bone which gave you the idea to take the heat off of you for a moment. Yes, it was like walking into the gates of hell to give him the gratification that he was bringing you to orgasm, but really, it was because you didn’t want it to stop. If you could have just stopped lying to yourself about how much arguing with this man turned you on, that you could have been in this predicament much earlier. Then again, maybe if it did happen earlier, the arousal of his simple touch wouldn’t impact you as much, and that would be no fun, would it?

Your hands, for the first time tonight, began to travel, snaking past his arms and right to where he wanted you. Changbin hissed, lips pressed against the side of your face as a deep groan bellowed from his chest.

“Fuck,” he hissed, the gentle grating of your hand against his clothed crotch taking him by surprise. You too, were in surprise at how big he felt. The visual was one thing, but you were always one for tactile senses. Your thumb slipped over the tip, the brief wetness that you assumed to be his precum easily felt. The muscles in your legs were getting tighter and tighter, and it was proving that rubbing Changbin’s cock wasnt enough to distract him from making you cum.

“Fuck I’m really c-close,” you whine, the pompous lawyer covering your mouth to prevent the crescendo of your voice project outside the 4 walls. He withdrew his fingers from your words, your bodies falling slightly limp and weary at the way you already were craving him, orgasm that was on the brim very cruel. Your hips were gripped once more, placing you to sit atop of his desk and he made no hesitation to slip his boxers off and let his cock spring free of what, to him, was torture. A very obvious gas came from your lips, still taken aback of how girthy he was. A nervous gulp followed, unsure if he would be able to fit. He could see the expression of concern. His hands cupped your cheeks, pressing another gentle kiss before they traveled back to his favorite spot, your hips.

“It’s ok,” he whispered, running his thumbs in a forgiving fashion against your hip bones, “just tell me to stop if you want to. I won’t be mad.”

You looked shyly into his eyes, nodding as you grabbed him by the base of his cock. A deep breath hollowed from hips at how your hands felt on him. God he had dreamed of this so many times. He would fixate on them every time he walked into the precinct. How such delicate hands could do such filthy things; it truly turned him on so much. The complexity of your character did too. You weren’t like other people that he had the pleasure of interacting with. No book that you could read by its cover. It was impossible, but maybe that's why he felt so drawn to you. He liked a challenge. He was a lawyer after all, and as much as he fantasized, unconsciously, about how you would look in such sinful positions, he was still able to simultaneously appreciate you and your character from afar, even when his presence wasn’t always appreciated by you in return.

“Your hands,” he chuckled, almost sounding nervous, “they feel so good.”

It was finally YOUR turn to smirk, getting him where you wanted him. Although you liked to do nothing more than torture him, a guilt would rise in your chest and you know it. By this point, it was obvious that both of you pined for each other, so the games of taunting and teasing, mind fucking were irrelevant, unnecessary. The main thing that you wanted was to get your brains fucked out, and Changbin wanted nothing more than to give that to you. You took your hand away, allowing the man himself to line up with your hole, before gently prodding at the entrance, effortlessly and to your surprise plunging his cock into your pussy. It was a loud noise, the squelch of your highly aroused cunt leaving the pompous lawyer's cock sucked in like a vacuum. Your arms, without thought, wrapped around Changbin’s neck, pulling him closer to truly feel as much of him as you could.

“Jesus fuck,’ he chuckled, beinging to pull out slowly, “this is the juiciest pussy I’ve ever fucked.”

The sentence made you moan, hips wiggling to keep as much of his length inside of you as he gently moved back and forth. If anyone else spoke like this to you, the next action would most likely be a slap in the face. Compliment or not, it was so hot the way Changbin’s words fell from his lips without thought. Even when the two of you shared heated discussions it was the same. Words, harsh, soft, anything he said was without thought. But this moment was when you liked it best, because as he continued to pull in and out of you, the corrupt compliments just continued to spell out, belongings beginning to fall off his desk with each thrust. It was usually something you hated, but maybe now, you could manipulate it to your own benefit.

“Jesus christ,” he continued to repeat over and over, hands gripping your ass as he used your body to grind into you, “I love how wet your pussy is for me.”

“Me too baby,” you moaned back, unable to help yourself, “I never knew it could get this wet.”

“Only for me,” he growled, partly out of breath, “this pussy belongs to me.”

There was no point in even refuting what he said. If he was going to make it scream like this every time he was near it from now on, he can have it. No one had ever made you feel this good. Electricity was flying the longer his skin made contact with yours. Maybe it was partly hallucinations from your sex brain, but you didn't care, nothing would ever equate to this, and no one could ever have such a pull on you than the man in front of you. Changbin had acquired some confidence, because he began to move with much vigor, cock feeling harder and harder the longer he was inside of you. It didn’t take long for him to find the previous spot that he was able to hit with his fingers, your eyes almost popping out of your head when he did, your own hand coming to your mouth and biting on your fingernails as he did, a poor attempt to suppress the roaring sounds that cut down from your lips, surely enough to alert whoever else was in the building. It took him a matter of milliseconds for him to notice, a hand leaving your body and clasping your wrist, forcing you to straighten your fingers as he pushed them inside your mouth. It was now his turn for his eyes to bulge out of his head, a whole new level of turned on as he watched each knuckle on the two of your fingers disappearing past your lips. He stood still, forgetting about his cock and fixating on nothing but the way your fingers were coated heavily from such a simple action

“Fuck me,” he scoffed, “I didn’t think you could get any sexier.”

Your eyes ogled as you looked up at him, lips forming into a pour around your tips as they withdrew from your mouth. Before you even had the chance, Changbin was already redirecting your fingers to your own core, spreading your pussy lips far as your fingers dragged to them, a teeth gritted sigh coming from the pompous lawyer as he picked up his pace. All he could do was stare, solely focused on how your center got wetter and wetter. The way your pussy hole was now clenching and double the pleasure from tow spots. Fuck, he didn’t care about his own pleasure, because all he could think was how magical your pussy was.

You were so hot and bothered by the way Changbin’s mouth dropped when he watched you flick your own clit, fingers brushing the base of cock once every few thursts as he continued to fuck you out of your mind relentlessly.

“Oh god,” you whined, not even caring about how loud the combination of sounds must have been to one walking by, “so fucking good.”

“I fucking bet,” he chuckled, tongue slipping over his tongue lip, “if you’re pussy keeps getting wetter I won’t be able to help myself.”

“Fuck, what do you mean?”

He suddenly picks up his pace to an all time speed, unable to control himself physically and verbally.

“I’ll have no choice,” he grunts, using all of his might to bury his cock inside of you, “I’ll have to cum in you.”

Oh no. This is bad. Changbin doesn’t know this, but he's unlocked one of your deepest rooted desires. You immediately attack his lips as soon as his sentence concludes, not wanting him to say anything else. You knew it was bad, but there is no way you would ever say no to letting him fill you to the brim.

“Do it,” you whispered, forehead meeting as your gaze fixed on him, “cum in me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes baby, fill me up with your load.”

“Oh fuck,” he wined, his first high pitch of the night, “whatever you want.”

Your hips inched off his desk, giving him easier access to control you, giving yourself up to him in every way possible. Holy fuck were you about to bust yourself at any minute. Seeing the longing want and need to finish in you being an option was driving him wild.

“Oh my god Y/n,” he whispered, “I can’t hold it back any longer.”

“That’s okay baby just do it.”

“Do it?”

“Cum in me,” you whined, “I know you filling me up will make me cum so hard.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah baby do it.”

“I’ll cum in you.”

“Yeah cum in me.”

The back and forth with no room to breath in between was spilling you over the edge, and so was it for Changbin. His face was contorting more and more with each second, knowing he was going to blow his load any minute.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he continued to whine, unable to look anywhere else except your gaze before finally reach his high, pulling himself out completely except for tip, able to watch the way each load blew straight into your pussy. A heavy breath filled your lungs as the warmth of his seed tipped over the edge, hips bucking uncontrollably as it dribbled out, Changbin also spasming before gently pushing himself back in, the two of you using each other to ride out the peak of your orgasms.

Your chest heaved simultaneously, the sounds of such heavy breaths the only noise filling the room as he pulled out, the motion causing you to whimper and already crave his touch once again. Changbin looked around, finding the box of tissues that fell off of his desk in the midst of things, cleaning the trail of his remains that was currently spilling down your leg. A small giggle erupted from your lips as you watched his aim with such delicacy and poise.

“What?” He smiled.

“Nothing,” you smiled in return, his grin becoming infectious, “I’ve just never seen you move so carefully before.”

“Hey I can be gentle!”

“Can you though?”

You pointed at your hips, already discolored in light shades of purple. He ignored your gesture, rolling his eyes as he grabbed the pile of clothes that was once an obstacle, handing it back with much of a haste.

“We still have to work on the case, you know.”

“We can’t make another appointment?”

“Well no because I think 85% of the office would have heard that and it would look very suspicious if you just left.”

“I don’t think it matter if they heard, they’re still gonna know we fucked.”

“Jesus christ y/n,” he scoffed, “don’t fucking start with me now.”

“What?”

“You’re driving me crazy.”

“How?”

“The more you argue with me, the more I want to fuck you over and over again.”

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