#minus the fifth finger

[deadshadowcreature]

Drone’s hand tutorial (?)

[toxic-libra]

moth to a flame pt.2 - csb (m)

pairing: soobin x fem!reader word count: 6.6k genre: friends with benefits-ish (he helps her with dating tips and stuff), angst if u squint really hard, smut, fluffy, inspired a bit by moth to a flame - the weeknd warnings: 3rd person pov (as always), mentions of reader in love with another guy (haechan <3), slight fwb dynamic, mature content (big dick!bin ofc, oral sex, brief fingering, mirror sex hihihi, protected sex bc yeah important) tagging: @once27, @pageriviera, @gyuzlover, @kookley77-blog, @sendhelpiloveyeonjun, @bunnyspeach, @pagesoobinie, @acidsoju, @cheekycountesschoi, @pinkbabi

[a/n]: part one here, for those who want to read.

Feeling his stomach swirl as he entered Y/N’s apartment wasn’t common, but so wasn’t having a heart-to-heart with Beomgyu minutes before going to a party… And both happened.

Soobin cursed his gullible mind and male weakness. All those weird thoughts and flutterings had nothing to do with real emotions, they were just his head clouded after crossing the line between friends and something else, plus a good blowjob – Beomgyu’s words, minus the ‘good blowjob’, for Soobin preferred to be ran over and buried alive than telling his best friend about his sex life.

Yeonjun was laying on the couch, reading something on his phone. “Y/N’s in her room.”

“Alright.”

The muffled music made him hesitate in knocking. She was listening to some old EDM tracks, something she did whenever getting ready to go out. After the third knock, the noise stopped and he heard the low ‘Come in’.

Opening the door, he put his head inside. “How long until you’re ready?”

Turning around, she smiled. “Oh, hi Bin! And, uh… Five minutes at max.” She pointed to her jewellery box. “Just deciding on accessories. Why?”

“We’re all waiting for you.”

“Mimi too?”

“Yeah.”

“Good Heaven’s, I’m late then.” She chuckled. “Just give me a second.”

He stared at her dressing table, noticing an open bottle of soju. “Drinking already?”

“I’m quite nervous, so...”

“Just try to relax, everything’s gonna be fine.”

If by ‘going to be fine’ Soobin meant ‘dancing instead of trying to flirt with Donghyuck’, then yes, everything was fine. Because from the moment she arrived, until then, Y/N had barely talked to Hyuck, resorting to her own cowardness and seeking refuge at the safety of the dance floor.

It was too soon.

She wasn’t ready for it yet.

She’d probably never be ready for it.

Walking towards the bar, she asked for a shot of vodka. It was her third, and maybe by the fifth she’d be a bit more confident. However, while waiting, a pair of pretty hands rested on the counter by her side, the slender fingers and pale skin catching her attention.

“Choi Soobin.” She forced a grin.

“What are you doing back there? I thought we were supposed to put our plan into action!”

“I kinda… Chickened-out last minute.”

“I already told Hyuck a thousand times how pretty you look today, and how plump your ass looks in this dress, but if you’re not around, there’s no way he can see it!” Soobin rolled his eyes.

Y/N’s breath caught, cheeks warming. “You said that?”

“Of course I did! Wasn’t this the main…”

“You think I look pretty today?” She cut him off, wanting to sound cheeky, teasing even, but it came out shaky, laced by that unwanted shyness and self-doubt.

He frowned. “Of course I do.”

“Oh.”

“What?”

“Isn’t it for the plot, then?”

Soobin moved before his mind calculated the pros and cons of doing such. Hand on her chin, he tipped her face up, thumb trailing her lower lip. “Not everything I do is aiming at our plan, Y/N. You look pretty every day. You are pretty.” He stated as if telling her the sky was blue.

They stared at each other, atmosphere changing and charging with confused, risky thoughts. The way his palm smoothly flattened on her cheek, his finger still on her lip, eyes tender but darkened, and the absolute warmth that came with Choi Soobin himself… Y/N wanted to dive in so bad.

He was her safety-pin.

But before she could act on any emotion, someone tapped her arm, breaking their connection.

“Your shot, miss.” The bartender didn’t look guilty for interrupting.

“Oh, thank you.” Y/N cleared her throat, putting some distance between her and Soobin. Taking a deep breathe, she downed it and turned to him again, holding his hand and intertwining their fingers. “Ok, I’m good now. Let’s go. I’ll try to talk to him a bit.”

Soobin hummed, swallowing an annoyed sigh at the impulse to tug her closer.

First, they stopped by the dance floor so Y/N could tell her friends she’d rest for a while. Walking there wasn’t easy, for the crowd kept blocking their path. Twice, Soobin got elbowed for trying to protect Y/N against the dancers, who moved carelessly to the rhythm – each time, the feeling of her body pressed against his was enough to make the pain of being hit worth it.

Their table was pretty close to the side they got out, but Y/N felt the pang of insecurity again and dragged Soobin to the bathroom area, saying she needed a minute.

Knowing better than pressuring her, he stood at the hall, calmly waiting.

Once alone, she took a deep breath and went for the sink, where the mirror was.

“Get a grip of yourself.” Y/N murmured to her reflection. “Focus on your goal. You got this. Go there, bat your lashes, crack some jokes, smile prettily and go home.”

With Soobin.

She scowled, telling her mind to shut the fuck up.

However, it made sense. If she left with Soobin, they could sleep together and she’d be ready to finally pursue Donghyuck. It was exactly the reason she sought his help, wasn’t it?!

All her resolve crumbled when the first thing she saw after opening the door was a girl all over Soobin. As if on cue, his eyes found hers and he frowned in annoyance, silently pleading to be rescued. Y/N’s mouth twitched in some unexpected anger and possessiveness, jealousy slowly boiling up her blood. The nerve of some girls!

“I’m back, baby.” She smiled wickedly. “Did I take too long?”

“Not at all, love. Let’s go?” Barely looking at the girl, Soobin offered a bowl. And not missing a beat, he took Y/N’s hand.

“She looked like she was bothering you.” Although she didn’t need to explain, she did it anyway.

“She was.” He nodded, fingers intertwining hers. “Are you ready?”

“You want the honest answer or the expected one?”

“Hyuck’s a good lad, you two already talk, so no need to fret.”

“We talk, yeah, but we don’t flirt… I don’t know how to flirt!”

“He’s gonna do all the work, trust me. You stay there just being pretty, looking at him with your starry eyes and perfect mouth and he’ll be sold.”

Soobin thought she was pretty!

Though her eyes starry and mouth perfect!

God, why was her heart racing?! Why did she feel so proud of herself?!

Taking a deep breath, Y/N tried to push those sensations away. “Ok. Let’s do this.”

“You make it sound like a penitence.”

“Being insecure sucks.”

“Just try to relax, I’ll be by your side.” He squeezed her hand tenderly.

“Give me a second, then. Just a second.” She stalled, still quite far from their table.

“You’re overthinking again.” Soobin murmured. “You don’t have to jump his bones, love, but just... Try to interact a bit more, touch his arm while you talk, brightly smile at him and stuff.”

“I can’t.”

“Why’s that? You do it with me, with Yeonjun…”

“It’s different.”

“Because Yeonjun is your kindred spirit and I’m a mere best friend?” He jested, though his face was slightly serious. She rolled her eyes, recognising the banter.

“No!” Y/N groaned. “I mean, in Yeonjunnie’s case, yes. But in yours… It’s different too. A good different.” She quickly added.

“Such as…?”

The same words she uttered to Yeonjun not a day ago floated on her mind. Saying them to Soobin was a risky move – he shouldn’t be her focus here. However, Y/N hated when he acted like Yeonjun was more important to her.

“With you, things are easy. I don’t feel anxious, nor insecure. On the contrary.” She stared at the floor, quite embarrassed of herself. “I feel… Seen. Cared for. Special. It makes sense.”

Soobin blinked, surprised by her words. He never expected that whatever they were doing would affect her this way – she seemed so sure it would help her with Donghyuck and not change anything between them. He knew he’d prefer an easy, calm love over any turbulent feeling, but…

Oh, fuck.

He shut the thought before it fully took form.

“Well, love…” He cleared his throat. “It’s easy because you don’t have a crush on me.” It wasn’t a 100% true, for there were people that fell in love quietly (his parents, for example), but it didn’t apply to their reality. “So, naturally, since you do like Hyuck, you feel more pressured.”

Their eyes met, and her gaze didn’t hold the same assurance it did when she first asked him for help. No, it held a foreign emotion he had yet to see on her – it looked like a mix of confusion and agony… Like she was trying to decipher what she was really feeling.

Like she was second-guessing her crush on Donghyuck.

“How can I help you get more confident to face him now?”

Y/N knew it wasn’t ideal, but he’d proved her once that it didn’t mind how inexperienced she was. She just needed… Reassurance.

“Would you give me a kiss?”

He hesitated. “I’m sorry?”

“It’s cringe, but whenever we kiss, I get that adrenaline rush as if I’m actually a femme fatale or something like that… I don’t know. It stuck in my head ever since you refused my blowjob…”

Thankfully, before she could utter more nonsense, Soobin covered her mouth with his.

The mention of the night he fingered her, but the recent memories of the perfect blowjob, and whatever weird emotions brewed between them were enough to get him into action.

His tongue found hers immediately, a satisfied sigh leaving her lips as her fingers caressed from his long arms to his shoulders and neck, wrapping around his nape. He crowded over her, too tall that even being on her tiptoes wasn’t enough to ease the distance, so he needed to bend a bit more. He circled her waist, pressing her body against his and relishing at her warmth.

They kissed until her mushy brain gave in, deciding she wasn’t ready for Hyuck yet. But she was ready for Soobin. She had been since that night in his kitchen.

“Take me home.” Y/N murmured against his swollen mouth.

Putting some distance, he frowned, unsure if he heard right. “What?”

“Take me home.”

“Are you sure? What about…”

“Home, Bin. Now.” She cut him off, her clipped tone indicating only one thing.

He couldn’t refuse her. Not when the confusion on her pretty eyes had dissolved into lust.

They preferred to leave quietly, mostly because both were trying to ignore what that ‘impulsive’ move actually meant. The silence wasn’t heavy, but it did bother them a bit.

Instead of going to her apartment, Y/N went to his.

Through the darkness, they walked to his room and Soobin thanked God the city lights peeking through the window were enough for them at the moment. He didn’t want to spoil the surprise (not exactly a surprise, but anyway).

She turned to him, vexed, confused and desperate.

“Choi Soobin, I really, really want to sleep with you tonight.”

Although he felt the blow of her confession on his whole body, the only thing he did was suck a breath, letting each word perforate his heart like sharp claws.

“Are you sure, love?”

“Yes.”

And if he was keen to melodramatics, he would’ve fallen to his knees at her consent.

He closed the distance, mouth on hers before she got to say anything else. Before she could even think of regretting what she said. It was manipulative and wrong, but Soobin wanted her too much to give her enough space to think thoroughly about their situation.

Her head fell back mid-kiss, body limp and pliant to his ministrations. Lips closing on the skin of her neck, he prayed the marks would last for weeks. And at the thought of seeing them, he was reminded of the new decoration of his room… The whole reason why he kept themselves in the dark until now, standing at the door like two fools.

Soobin’s hands trembled a bit as he took her dress off. Her skin was ablaze, although goosebumps rose everywhere his fingers touched. He kissed her shoulder, cupping her boobs and pinching a nipple – the moan she let out was pornography, reaching his dick and making it twitch. “Lay down and close your eyes, love.” He ordered, reaching for the lights. When she thumped on the soft mattress, he took a deep breath, expectant. “Now open.”

Y/N was met with her reflection on the ceiling. “A mirror?”

“Got it installed yesterday.”

“Why?”

“Because I liked it?”

“That’s… Very kinky of you, Choi Soobin.”

The dimples showed up, warming her heart at the sight of his boyish smile. “You’re the first one to see it. I didn’t think much when I bought it, but you’re here and it makes sense now… You were right. Everything makes sense with you.” His knee dipped the bed. “Wanna try it?”

Thank God she was laying down, or else her wobbly legs would give in.

Everything makes sense with you.

“Of course I do.”

He gave her another one of his cute smiles, those that didn’t mirror any of his naughty intentions, and took off his shirt, throwing it on the floor. “Then keep looking up and see the magic happen.”

She giggled, for his words were a bit cheesy, but her smile died as soon as his mouth touched her collarbones. He left some tender bites while his hands kneading her boobs, then, as her fingers threaded between his dark locks, his lips circled a nipple, sucking and licking the hard bud. Y/N moaned, eyes begging to close, but too entranced by their reflection to do so. She could see his tall frame over her, the way her legs rested at each side of his hips, her own face filled with pleasure.

Soobin kept trailing her body with kisses, until he reached her navel. His teeth scraped near her panties’ waistband, his large hands fondling her chest before coming down to her thighs, grabbing them and keeping them open. Y/N held her breath, attention fixed on the mirror – his head was so close to where she wanted it, she could even feel the warmth of his breath. Then, he sucked her over the fabric, and her back arched, heart fluttering at the sensation… But it still wasn’t enough.

“Fuck, Bin.”

“Is everything ok, love?” His voice was tinted with mirth.

“It’ll be when you take my panties off.” She confessed, too hypnotised by him and blinded by her neediness to be bothered of expressing it.

“So impatient.” But his fingers rolled them down, tossing them somewhere on the floor. Before Soobin could dive in, he glanced above, seeing her now naked body splayed on his bed. “Isn’t it such a nice view?” He mused. “I wish I had eyes behind my head to witness everything.”

And then his mouth was on her, not wasting even a second.

His tongue rippled against her clit, soft, curious. His fingers dug into her thighs, pushing her legs as open as he could. Pleasure sparkled on her veins, the feeling of his lips on her pussy so good, so annoyingly good. She moaned, eyes glued to the mirror above, entranced by the erotic sight and caress. She could see his head moving, could feel his smart tongue bumping her needy bud, drawing figures and learning what she liked, what she tasted. Her hips found enough strength to move together with his ministrations, making one of his hands detach from her plump thighs and force her belly down, trying to keep her still.

Y/N’s eyes couldn’t stay open, no matter how wicked and delightful it was to see everything reflected. Her mind went blank at the buzzing of his mouth on her cunt, lapping and coaxing her orgasm. It was all too much – the weird night they had, being with him, the desperation she felt for him, the need to let him rearrange her insides if he wanted to.

A small cry escaped her lips, mixed with his name, body moving as the high crashed on her like waves at the coast. Soobin groaned in pure satisfaction when her thighs closed around his face, suffocating him a bit, but her release was too sweet of a death for him to mind. He kept licking her, drinking every drop, pussy drunk on her ectasis… Until she forced his head up, pulling at his hair with a painful but delicious tug.

“Fuck, sorry, I–”

“I’m good, love.” He purred in reassurance, knowing he couldn’t give her insecurity any space. “You good too?” He grinned sheepishly.

“Shut up.” She couldn’t help but chuckle, despite her racing heart.

“Is this the kind of treatment I get after making you cum?!” He tsked. “Maybe we should stop, then, if you’re going to be rude…”

“No!” Her eyes widened. “No, I’m sorry.”

His adorable dimples deepened. “Well, if you want to keep going…”

“Please! Please, I’ll be good!” Y/N shook her head like a little girl.

“You really want me to fuck you, huh?”

“Desperately.”

“Or else you’ll go berserk?”

“Exactly.”

“We can’t let that happen.” He moved a bit, lips touching her belly, then the valley between her breasts. “Think you can take my fingers now, love?”

“I can take anything you want me to.”

“Just two fingers, then, or if you’re feeling generous, three.”

Y/N softly hummed. “Anything you want, Bin.”

“Here, suck it for me.” He patted her mouth with his index and middle finger. “Get it wet.”

She obeyed, holding his wrist while her tongue coated his skin with glossy, warm spit.

His eyes never left hers, drowsy and hungry. And when he sunk his digits inside her, without as much as a warning, Soobin couldn’t help but get hypnotised by the way her breath hitched, head falling back on the mattress and legs trying to close around him again. She looked so pretty like that, all pliant to his ministrations, vulnerable and desperate for him.

He was rather uncomfortable in his trousers, but stretching her was his priority – it had to be good for her, she couldn’t get hurt or feel any pain that didn’t hint at pleasurable. He knew he’d feel amazing regardless, so there was no need to rush.

Their figures reflected on the mirror made Y/N’s skin tingle with need. She blinked, dazed by the overstimulation, her belly coiling at each steady move of his hand. Her mouth hung open, lewd moans and whines of his nickname leaving her ever so often.

“Feeling generous?” Soobin kissed her ear, then her neck.

“Magnanimous.” Her voice came out hoarse.

He grinned against her collarbones, inserting a third finger and feeling the immediate clench of her wet cunt. It took his breath away, too. “So fucking snug.” His dick twitched, impatient. “You want to cum again, love? Want on my hands now?”

And as much as she appreciated a second orgasm, she wanted to cum together. Finding his gaze, she shook her head. “Want it with you.”

“With me?” He echoed, biting another smile. “How magnanimous, indeed.”

“Please, I’m ready. I know I can take you!”

There was her clipped tone again, and Soobin knew he had her where he wanted. Brows furrowed in frustration, Y/N stared at him like a princess on the verge of a tantrum out of sheer pettiness. He slowed down until stalling completely, not holding back his smirk.

“You’re cute when you’re mad.”

Y/N supposed that being called ‘cute’ after begging for a guy’s dick wasn’t exactly the most flattering eulogy, however, her heart warmed at the compliment. She didn’t get to comment, though, for he left the bed, unbuttoning his jeans and dropping them on the floor, briefs coming along. Going for his nightstand, he took a condom off – although he knew Y/N offered him no danger (and vice-versa), it’d be better if they kept it wrapped for the time being.

She tried not to ogle him while he put the condom on, tried not to feel wetter at the expectation of having him inside her… And failed miserably.

When Soobin hovered her again, cradling her jaw and tilting her face up, stealing a slow kiss, any inch of doubt for the decisions she took that night left her like lightening.

It had to be Soobin.

It made sense, indeed.

And she wanted that more than she wanted a lot of things before.

He rolled around, bringing her body with his, putting her on top and ending the kiss with a bite on her neck. “You want to ride me? That way you can control how much you’re gonna take and I won’t hurt you.” He suggested, a hand pushing her hair off her shoulder so he could kiss there better. “And I get to enjoy the view a bit.” His chuckle was wicked.

“Hmm… We can try…” Her heart soared on her chest as he laid down against the headboard.

Well, they were doing that.

She was finally having sex again after ages.

Y/N spat on him over the condom and smeared it as she pumped his shaft. Frowning slightly, she wondered how he’d fit – yes, he was the famous cliché ‘big and thick’, not at all like the other two guys she had slept with. With wobbly legs and a pinch of insecurity, she circled his hips and aligned him on her hole. Soobin tried to keep his attention on the mirror, but as she sat on his dick, his focus diverted – he couldn’t help the deep groan that left his throat at her snugness and warmth. He was only past the tip when she stopped.

“Too big.” She gulped. “It hurts.” Her eyes weren’t teary, but they stung.

“Slow down, love. Don’t rush.” He gritted his teeth, remaining quiet despite the urge to thrust fully in. “Look up, it’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.” Maybe the visual stimulation would get her wetter and make it easier for him to slide in without the pain. She obeyed, her head falling a bit as she faced above. Before she could move again, one hand rested on her waist and the other on her boob, pinching a nipple. “How’s that?”

“Good.” Her voice came out breathy.

“Maybe if I…” His mouth landed on the beak, sucking it.

Y/N immediately moaned, sinking a bit further on him. “So good.”

He changed sides, and her fingers threaded on his hair, tugging at the locks. She was mesmerised by the sight, as he predicted. There was something rather intimate in seeing themselves on the mirror – his face buried on her bosom, her sitting on him, her pleasured expression…

“It’s taking everything in me…” Soobin swallowed a groan, hands now on her ass, groping the flesh with too much strength. “Not to thrust in fully.”

She let out an airy chuckle. It was painful for her, but he probably was having it way worse. So, gathering the remains of courage she still had, she forced her hips down, trying to get most of his length in. “Maybe if you weren’t so big…” Her voice came out strained, bottoming down. “God, this hurts. It’s like I’m a virgin all over again.”

Soobin moaned, dick twitching at the primitive idea of being her first. It was quite an outdated thought, but he was quite possessive and romantic himself, so he couldn’t control his own mind.

“Hi.” He murmured against her jaw, leaving small bites there, hoping they would distract them both – for completely different reasons.

“Hi.” Y/N smiled.

“You’re unbearably so tight, love.”

“Sorry.”

“No, no, don’t say that. It’s not a bad thing!”

“Just hang in there for a second, please? Just until the burn goes away.” She stole a peck, thumb caressing his cheek. “I promise it won’t take long.”

This time, instead of a peck, she kissed him. Their tongues met in a sensual dance, her torso pressed against his while his hands didn’t know whether to stay on her plump ass or go back to her waist. His digits left fire where they touched, and Y/N melted on the kiss. Instinctively, she rocked her hips just a bit… Soobin’s grip tightened on her.

“Love, don’t. If you’re not ready, don’t.” He warned.

“I think I am. Eventually, it’ll get better, right? So...”

They looked up briefly, grinning at the sight. Her moves were sloppy, slow, only testing how to work that out, how to ease the pain so it would become pleasurable. Then, Soobin kissed her neck again, leaving purple marks without caring about the aftermath. She found more stability, hips going up and down as he helped her, pushing her ass in sync.

“You’re driving me insane.” Soobin groaned, searching her mouth.

That made Y/N smirk. It was so weird how he made her feel this good. At his every reaction, she felt her confidence awakening, felt some sort of inner power brewing together with pleasure. The kiss was messy, teeth and tongues clashing unnaturally, while she tried to conceal her pace and the caress. She tugged at his hair, nails burning his scalp and making him see stars.

“Help me go fast.” Y/N begged. “H-How?”

“I’ll take charge now, ok? Feeling good?”

“Ok, yes. Please. Fast.” She panted against his lips.

Soobin let his weight on top of her, hands at each side of her face, the good ol’ missionary. The new position offered a perfect angle to hit her sweet spot, not to mention how intimate it was. Sure looking at their reflection was hot, however, witnessing her expression of pure bliss was hotter. And knowing it was him who made her feel that way was… Surreal. Picking up his pace, he tried to go as fast as he could, tried to make every wish of hers command.

She held onto his forearms, back arching with each thrust. It had been so long since she felt this good, and later on she’d regret wasting so much time with her ‘celibacy’ – but right now… Right now, she didn’t want to think of anything other than Choi Soobin.

She couldn’t.

Everywhere she looked, every breath she took, every one of her cells were filled with him. Pleasure boiled together with her blood, buzzing through her body, raw, conquering. Their gazes locked, her name leaving his mouth in that husky timber he had, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead, lips swollen from the millions kisses they shared…

It was too much.

“Bin,” She panted. “I’m coming.”

God, he almost collapsed at her words. Sneaking a hand between them, he found her clit, circling it and rubbing it just right. Y/N’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, legs trembling as her pussy clenched repeatedly when she reached her climax, moaning his name like a prayer.

Hypnotised, Soobin followed like a moth to a flame. If Y/N was the deathly light, he’d perish proudly, peacefully. Lost in her, he spilled inside the condom, thick, strong, intense. Her name on his lips like the only language he knew, her face the only memory he would dare to remember.

And in the afterglow, he secretly wished it could last forever.

Y/N didn’t know much about ‘morning after’s to act like a normal adult woman would. As soon as she woke up, with Soobin’s tall frame pressed against her back, she started scheming how she could flee to her apartment without raising too much suspicion. If Beomgyu was already awake and at home, she was doomed – however, if he was asleep, she still had a chance.

Untangling herself from Soobin’s embrace, Y/N cringed a bit at her sore muscles. He stirred in his slumber, a delicious groan escaping his throat as he turned to the wall’s side.

Oh, dear Lord.

Not even aiming to the bathroom first, she opened the door and poked her head out, looking to both sides and listening to the quietness of the flat. Walking on tip toes, she reached the hall, noticing neither Beomgyu’s nor Mimi’s shoes and coats were there.

Excellent.

She couldn’t go back home because they were there.

Locking herself on the bathroom wasn’t her smartest idea, but she needed to pee and wash up. When she looked at the mirror, her reflection told her everything she didn’t want to know. The glow on her face, Soobin’s marks on her neck, her dishevelled hair… What a fantastic, dangerous night she had. How was she supposed to get back on track?

Was it even possible?

Turning on the shower, she ordered herself to breath. People had one-night-stands, there was no need for her to fret. Actually, when she asked for Soobin’s help, she had that in mind… So why was she so… Antsy? Confused? Dazed?

And then, after the kitchen episode, they agreed to talk about whatever made them awkward. How could she talk about last night?! When ‘awkward’ was absolutely the last thing it was, but…

She needed some time alone.

She needed to think.

Turning off the shower without even getting inside, she decided dealing with Beomgyu was easier than dealing with whatever was going on with her right now. Gathering her dress and panties from the floor, Y/N made to the door, wrapping herself on her coat and putting on her shoes.

It wasn’t the dreadful ‘walk of shame’, however, it wasn’t a prideful one either.

She knew Soobin would be disappointed at her for running away first thing in the morning. Well, he’d have to let her off the hook for this one.

Typing the password, Y/N made way to her bathroom, safely locking herself up. Drawing a bath would be better than showering, and so she did, promising to deal with happened later on.

The cold, short replies on their chat made Soobin’s belly churn unpleasantly. Well, he only had himself to blame. Was it too soon to push her to another man’s arm? Maybe. But if he didn’t do it now, he’d want her all to himself… And she didn’t want him the same, as his empty room so kindly illustrated when he woke up alone near lunch that Sunday (not even a goodbye message left!).

In trying to play cupid, he scheduled another PC Bang meeting. And as they walked there, side to side, avoiding to touch each other, Soobin realised he lost her. The nonchalant girl by his side wasn’t his best friend anymore, and he didn’t know what to do with all the emotions that brewed inside him – from last night, from this night, from the tragic but obvious future…

The PC Bang was too crowded for their liking, so they ditched it for fried chicken and beer. Instead of taking her usual place between Yeonjun and Soobin, this time, Y/N waited for Soobin to sit and sat in front of him. Although the distance was inexpressive, she felt a bit… Safer.

It was already difficult to focus on Donghyuck when Soobin was nearby. And now that she had slept with him, it was ten times worse. Before she could get a grip of herself, her restless mind was flooded by flashes of last night; and when their eyes met, she felt her stomach tighten.

Was he thinking about it too?

Was he aware of her uneasiness towards him?

Was he trying his best not to touch her at any given chance?

Because she felt like fighting a lost battle.

“Yeonjunnie texted.” She looked up from her phone. “They’re almost here. I’ll wait outside!”

“It’s quite cold, stay inside.” Soobin reached for her hand, stalling her.

“He’s a bit sour that we left yesterday without warning, so I want to appease him.” She explained, hoping the goosebumps were from the chilly air. “I’ll be back in a second.”

“You spoil him too much.”

“I spoil everyone I care for, Bin.” She held his gaze for a heartbeat later, then forced a giggle and left – hoping they haven’t noticed how desperate she was to be alone.

Going there was a mistake.

Soobin’s attention remained on Y/N until she disappeared through the entrance door. With a resigned sigh, he took a sip of his beer and relaxed against the booth.

“You two could stop eye-fucking each other in public.” Hyuck chuckled next to him.

“What?”

“Y/N and you. I get it’s the beginning and everything’s quite out of control, but I’m feeling weirdly shy here. Like I’m intruding.”

“What about Y/N and I?” Soobin frowned, somehow knowing where that was going.

“Dating, duh. Everyone knows it already, you two aren’t exactly subtle.”

God, that was so wrong. That was so, so wrong and it would come to bite him in the ass later, but Soobin couldn’t help it anymore. “Everyone noticed, then.”

“I don’t know how you planned to keep it a secret when you two are going on dates non-stop, and I saw you making-out next to the bathrooms yesterday.”

“Oh, fuck. Sorry you got to see that.” His chuckle was forced, since he fought against despair for ruining Y/N’s plan and the unwanted triumph for people thinking she was his.

“Nah, it’s ok. I thought something was fishy when you started bringing her to our meetings often, and you just couldn’t stop talking about her… I just had to put two and two together.” Hyuck shrugged. “She’s a nice girl, bro. I’m glad you found someone good for you.”

“Thanks.”

He was so, so fucked.

Three days later

Y/N had given it enough thought. For the past three days, she witnessed Beomgyu arriving at her flat with brownies, cookies and another Nutella bread… Apparently Soobin was thinking, too. About what? She wasn’t so sure. As for her, she went through all the pros and cons of ending their agreement, of still pretending to want Donghyuck. She knew maybe that was all she would get from Soobin – maybe her mind did play tricks and he actually didn’t like her back. She knew she probably would end up with a broken heart, however, she couldn’t keep that going.

It made no sense anymore.

Not when her feelings for Soobin bloomed like ivy, getting her covered in them.

That’s why, like the day she suggested their agreement, mid-Anime episode, she muttered:

“I think we should stop.”

Soobin didn’t react at first. He was so enthralled by the story, fingers mindlessly playing against her thigh, drawing figures and reminding her why that conversation was necessary. “Mhmm. The episode is almost finished, we can do something else later.”

“No, Bin. We should stop.” She put some distance between them. “Us.”

“What?” He looked at her, confused. “Why?”

“I… I think we should stop seeing each other for a bit.”

Dread pulsed through Soobin, turning his body rigid. Her face dropped, and he read all the wrong emotions there. Shaking his head, he forced himself to stand up, rage and guilt finding their way to his mouth. Before he could articulate any proper thought, his impulsiveness got the best of him.

“You promised nothing would change between us!” He quipped. “You promised we’d still be friends after everything, Y/N. You swore!”

She felt her eyes burning, but as always, she didn’t cry. “I know what I said, but…”

How could Soobin come clean, anyway? She wanted to stop seeing him, probably because after letting him fuck her in the best way possible, she really noticed how strong her feelings for Hyuck were… Although Hyuck thought she was his girlfriend.

They were doomed from the beginning.

“Now I’ve lost you twice.” He turned around, ready to flee from that overwhelming bubble of unsaid feelings. “I knew things wouldn’t end up good, but I still did it… And now I’ve lost you again.” Not even a step was taken when he felt her fingers on his arm.

“Bin, wait.”

“I don’t have the energy to deal with this now.”

“But if we don’t talk, then how…”

“He thinks we’re dating, Y/N.”

“P-pardon?” She froze.

“Donghyuck thinks we’re dating, that’s why keeping this is pointless. He won’t be interested in his friend’s girl.” Soobin looked at her over his shoulder. “But we’re not dating, are we?” He knew exactly what was going through her mind, knew those turbulent eyes better than anyone else. “And I didn’t correct him.” The words came out heavy, poisoned. “Aren’t you asking me why?”

She gulped. “Why?”

“‘Cause yeah, he might be a good match for you, you might have something in common and he’s a nice dude… But will he help you out of your shell like I do? Will he be alright with Yeonjun’s place in your life like I am? Will he…” ‘Love you like I do?’. It was on the tip of his tongue, however, Soobin remained silent. It was too soon for that. “I’m sorry things ended up this way.”

The hand around his pulse tightened. “Aren’t you going to fight for me, then?”

“What?”

“So you tell me all this, but don’t say the only thing that matters?! And you expect me to do what?! How can I feel safe enough to confess my feelings for you when you’re about to leave with a lame ass ‘sorry, I can’t deal with this’, as if it wasn’t obvious I feel the same?!” She sounded angry, and Soobin turned around, finding her scowling at him. “God, Bin, it stopped being about Donghyuck the moment I had your fingers inside me! I get I was kinda slow to notice, but you could’ve guided me to the right path! You’ve been guiding me all along anyway!”

“You realise you just confessed to me, right?” He was half amused, half confused.

Y/N hesitated. “I do.”

“You don’t get to take it back.” He shook his head, coming for her.

“I don’t.” She agreed.

“Say it again, full words now.” Soobin held her chin up, eyes locking with hers.

“I’m not being the one to take the first step again, Bin. I did it twice, it’s your turn now!”

He had some cheesy lines on the tip of his tongue, but she was right. She deserved something genuine after being brave enough for both of them.

“I love that you trusted me to take you off your shell, to help you find confidence and bloom. I love that you were crazy enough to cross the line for both of us, because if you haven’t… I wouldn’t be here now.” Without warning, he stole a peck, relishing on her surprised moan. “I love that you showed me all your versions and let me fall in love with each of them. I love that it’s you and that I get to tell you that it’s you, Y/N. I love you. For real.” She blinked, and Soobin’s eyes winded. “W-Wait a minute! Is this… A teardrop?”

Y/N chuckled, feeling the wet drop on her cheek. “Well, you can’t get all poetic and expect me to be unphased by it! Not after trying to give me up like the hero of a sappy book would!”

“I didn’t know, love.” He shook his head, wiping another tear. “I didn’t know you felt the same. You’re so good at channelling everything, I misread it.”

“I can’t hide much when it’s about you. You make sense, and you make me special.”

“You are special, love. To me.”

“You’re special to me too, Bin. Thanks for deciding on helping me despite the risks.”

“To have you in the end, I’d do it all over again.”

“I love you, Bin. Sorry it took so long.”

“It didn’t take long, we both were just… A bit blind.”

She smiled, agreeing and kissing him again. Now, with honest feelings out in the open, she noticed that the anxiety from before had disappeared. It wasn’t that she was insecure and shy, she was just focusing on the wrong gamer guy.

thank you all for reading <33

as always, english is not my first language, so any mistakes please feel free to tell me!

[tinyidle]

if ur comfortable only,maybe a in-depth twice piss kink Mel

TWICE Having a P⚠️ss Kink as Doms (in Depth)

ofc my lovely, i didn't forget about you (sorry for the wait)

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WARNING: suggestive smut, title implies everything, degradation, some dacryphillia, dom!twice + sub!nayeon and tzuyu (minus chaeyoung because i don't write for her anymore), sub!reader, idolxfem reader, slight swearing, all fiction

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Nayeon

you loved to see this woman in tears caused by you. tears that you cause are pleasurable tears, as her eyes turned glossy once you tapped and furiously rubbing her clit repeatedly, her bladder uncontrollably flushing out of her system and onto the once pristine floor. she'd be sobbing inside her head as her cheeks were stained, but at the end of the say she thank you.

"you always make me feel the best"

Jeongyeon

in the bathroom, you begged her that you were simply joking about her forcing you to do one of your more 'humiliating' fetishes. but did she care? of course not. you begged her for days and days up to literal weeks for her to control your bladder like this, and now that she made you wet yourself for the third time in two hours after drinking a gallon of water, you were (sort of) regretting it.

"release again for me, needy"

Momo

when you first told her, she looked at you as if you told her that you hid a body somewhere. but lo and behold, the next day she fucking so hard that your cum turned to squirt, then to legitimate pee. you were freaking out at first but when you saw your girlfriend's almost sadistic excitement, you ere impressed on how you unleashed the best in her.

"mmh, i knew you had it in you; it just took a few rounds"

Sana

she wanted to do it almost immediately, but finding the right place and who would do the pissing would be the problem. after talking more about it together, you both decided to let you do the watching while she does the pissing. it was simple: in the bathroom, when your girlfriend had to pee before going to the shower, she would call you in to watch her through the visible shower glass as she stepped in and let the water droplets trickle down her leg, sighing to herself befoe actually showering.

"i bet this is what you get off of; huh, bunny? filthy girl"

Jihyo

you both are showering, and this mother of al beauty starts making out with you out of nowhere. of course you don't mind it at first, but when she breaks from the make out session to ask if you drank you daily intaje of water today, you freeze because you have. with you nodding slowly, she smirks before fingering you like crazy; determined to make you release unexpectedly or her.

"now, when you have to let go, do not hold back one bit; okay, baby?"

Mina

the way you shivered as she told you to hold back in your bladder as she gave you your fifth spanking of tonight's session. she was determined to make you release, yet you were determined to follow her previous orders of not doing anything unless she says so. just when you were about to break when the seventh strike was delivered directly to your reddened clit, she let up and allowed you to le go.

"make a bit, messy puddle for me, darling"

Dahyun

she made it into a competition: who could piss the most? you both drank the same amount of water, yet somehow she always ended up emptying her bladder more than you. when you tried one day to drink just a milliliter more, she noticed and punished you severely. well, severely to you; fun to her.

"so today you will drink two gallons of water and release five times today. oh you can't? well try, cheater"

Tzuyu

you told her to hold it in, but she sneezed and squirted a little pee. after that, she'd do her best to hold of for you. with each passing 'practice', she got better and better with holding it off until she only pissed on your command (under the right setting, of course). it's now to the point that when you say that you feel thirsty, she will come over with a glass of water for you and a jug of it for her. she was prepared.

"just say the word, im ready at your command"

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2 months after and i finally have the opportunity to finish this draft. hope you and everyone else liked it!

[freyanistics]

Pretty diamonds and guns

Mob!Wally x femme! Reader

TW: Death, blood, guns, violence

Summary: You’re the girlfriend and high ranking woman of the leader of a rival gang. Unfortunately for you your boyfriend is a pos. When he leaves you for the umpteenth time in a bar on rival territory you catch the eye of their leader who only has an eye on you. Side note: Reader is referred to as ‘Angel’

The bar was bustling with people, majority were drunks who had a little too much and were starting to become loud and rowdy. Waitresses in skimpy clothes walked by carrying hot dishes of food to patrons not paying the drunks any mind, too used to the bullshit to care. You sat at one of the stools of the bar staring at your phone angrily at the sent text messages to your boyfriend waiting for a response for over half an hour now. He should have been here by now, he gave you an exact time to be here and you, who were always punctual to anything had come ten minutes earlier than the arranged time. Now your boyfriend, Top Dog as many referred to him, had yet to call or text you of his whereabouts.

That fucking bastard stood you up again.

This was the fifth time this week that he either not showed up to your dates or cancelled at the last minute with the excuse of having to “handle business”. You were growing quite tired and your patience slowly thinning day by day. You were tired of the same excuses, the same sweet talks and expensive gifts to make up for his absence. If you weren’t so invested in running the gang you would have been packed up and left him, but you had too many people who looked up to you to just up and leave. Secretly you both knew if you left everything Top Dog had built up to now would crumble and fall.

You sigh and toss your phone on the mahogany counter rubbing your temple from the impending migraine you felt coming.

“Is everything alright here, miss?” A gentle voice made you look up to see the bartender, a towering hulk of a man who showed no expression or emotion looking down at you with a neutral expression. You straighten up adjusting your dazzling white dress with a fur coat to match. “Yes everything is just fine, could I get another shot please?” You asked tapping your empty glass with a polished finger. You had to be careful around these parts being this wasn’t Top Dog’s turf. This part of the city belonged to Wally Darling and his gang, or “family” as he liked to refer to them. This night was supposed to solidify Top Dog’s warning to the man of the impending war on his territory to claim it for his own. He and Wally have been at each other’s throats since the beginning of your relationship. You haven’t met the kingpin but heard plenty of rumors of how he runs his business, knowing he was a threat to be recognized. Which was another reason to be irritated with your supposed boyfriend for leaving you here in another gang’s territory with no form of protection. You had no way of knowing who was associated with Wally nor did you know if they knew who you were, for your safety, you prayed they didn’t.

“Yes of course,” the bartender says taking the glass and turning his back to you. You sigh in relief as your eyes gaze across the room trying not to seem conspicuous. Nothing out of the ordinary to be alarmed of minus the drunks who occasionally approach you and try to flirt, but one look at the bartender made them immediately back down and go elsewhere.

“Pay them no mind, if they get too much I’ll kick them out,” He says handing you your drink. You were quite curious about him but didn’t want to appear to be spying on anyone. Taking your drink you take a sip feeling the familiar burning sensation roll down your throat. “Thank you,” you said pulling your wallet out and slipping a twenty out to hand it to him but he held his hand out to stop you. “That won’t be necessary miss, it was already paid for.” He says turning to wipe the counter.

Paid? By who? Maybe Top Dog had finally made it after all.

“Might I ask by who?” You ask curious as to who was the mysterious person who brought your beverage. Couldn’t have been any of the drunks as they could barely hold their wallets or form a coherent sentence.

“The owner,” the bartender simply replied. You look at him expecting him to continue but when he doesn’t you slightly frown. Why wouldn’t he tell you who was the owner? You assumed it was him at first by how he behaved. He was a bit attractive albeit mysterious. While you tried to gather your thoughts the sound of footsteps approaching caused your head to turn in the direction. Your eyes settled on a man approaching you with an oversized suit jacket. He wasn’t that very tall, you were almost the same height as he was, but the way he walked made him appear taller. He wore an ascot around his neck that stood out against his outfit due to the brightly colored red it was, it reminded you of blood. His eyes bore into yours as if he was searching within your soul for any secrets you may have locked up within your mind. You noticed the scar across his left eye that ran down his face. He couldn’t have gotten it from a simple accident like a fall. As he got closer you felt your heart drop into the pit of your stomach, you could tell this man was no measly uptight man amongst the crowd. He meant business.

“Good evening, I hope you’re enjoying your evening thus far,” he says in a soft monotone voice that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He takes a seat beside you before gesturing to the bartender, “My usual, Howdy. And another for the lovely lady,” he says gesturing to you. Howdy, apparently the bartender’s name, nods turning away from you both to begin working. You look over at the mysterious man feeling a bit of unease and suspicion.

“I appreciate it, mister…?” You say hoping he’ll give you a name. He was an important person by the way he dressed and acted, you just didn’t know how important and wanted to act accordingly. After all, Top Dog wasn’t here to back you up and it would be foolish to make trouble on enemy territory. He lets out a chuckle smiling at you with a smile that has way too many teeth to seem innocent.

“Ah, you wound me, dear. I would have thought you’d know who I am since you willingly pranced into my side of the city and now sit in my bar patronizing it,” he says with a hint of arrogance in his voice, his eyes never leaving yours. Suddenly you felt your heart beat stop as the realization hit. This man was Wally Darling, he owned this bar just like he owned this side of the city.

Shit.

He seemed to have noticed the look you gave him as he chuckled as Howdy placed your drinks in front of you. “Relax, I’m honored to have you here in my bar. I always wanted to meet you, I’ve heard so many good things about you,” he says swirling his drink, his eyes never leaving yours. You met his intense gaze back with your own refusing to appear weak in front of him. You raised an eyebrow at him finding his words odd.

“Honored? Why do you feel honored to meet me, Mr.Darling?” You ask picking up your drink and looking down at it now feeling suspicious of it. He seemed to have read your mind as he took another sip of his drink.

“Relax, he didn’t put anything in it, I have more class than that.” He says smirking. “I feel honored to finally meet Top Dog’s angel, alone at that.” He adds. You frown a bit at his last comment shifting uncomfortably feeling eyes on you from throughout the bar. How could he possibly know who you were? You weren’t in the frontline like the rest of the gang, preferring to work behind the scenes without getting your hands dirty. In short Top Dog was the brawn and you were the brains. Consciously you took a sip of your drink trying to detect any foul taste in it but came up short as you swallowed.

“If you’re wondering how I know, let’s just say I have eyes throughout the city, including on Top Dog’s turf.” He says continuing to stare you down. It freaked you out a bit truthfully but you refuse to let him know. “So you’re saying you have spies crawling around?” You asked taking another sip. Your eyes drift around the bar trying to see if there were any more of his goons littering about just waiting to jump into action. “And for your information, I’m not alone, Top Dog is on his way here.” You said with feigned confidence. Your eyes land on your phone trying to see if there were any new messages from your boyfriend but saw nothing.

A hand on your shoulder made you jump slightly as he turned to face the blue-haired man. “My dear, you and I both know that’s the furthest from the truth. If Top Dog was coming he’d been here by now. You’ve been sitting here for over an hour now.” He said with feigned concern. You hated him already. Hated how right he was. Hated how he looked right through you and your bullshit of a lie. You must have looked like an idiot sitting around like Juliet waiting for her Romeo to appear and sweep you off your feet. Instead, you’re slowly drinking yourself to death. In honesty, you should have got up and left after the thirty-minute mark or when he refused to respond or look at your texts, yet you stayed trying to grasp at a sliver of hope that he’d show up and prove you wrong for once. But that was simply wishful thinking.

When you didn’t respond Wally continues, “It’s a shame, really. He’s a fool to leave his angel all alone in the enemy’s territory unprotected. Such a beauty like yourself who deserves better treatment than what he’s offering,” he said leaning closer to you, his cologne filling your nose. Instinctively you lean backwards frowning as your mind begins to whirl. What was he getting at? You had a bad feeling about this, and the longer you stayed the more you felt like something bad was coming. “Pardon my words, Mr.Darling but my relationship between Top Dog and myself is none of your damn business.” You grit out wanting to slap that smug smile off his face. You didn’t want him to know anything about your relationship between Top Dog and yourself in case it was used against either of you.

Instead of responding to you he simply smiles tilting his head to the side slightly, like a cat watching a mouse running frantically around in a trapped corner before pouncing. In a flash he lunged forward grabbing your wrist and leaning forward, his black only eyes boring into your eyes. You felt a chill run down your spine as you forced yourself not to panic.

“You’re right, it’s not my business, but I’d like to make it mine.” He says softly his hot breath hitting your face as you can smell some of the alcohol. “You’re too beautiful to be neglected by an idiot who doesn’t see your worth, if you were mine I’d treat you like the queen you are.” He spoke in a soft and soothing voice as his hand around your wrist started rubbing your skin. You were left speechless not knowing how to respond. You’ve only met this man for thirty minutes and now he was trying to offer you a supposed better life with him than Top Dog. Was he insane? Despite everything that’s been happening the two of you weren’t willing to up and leave everything behind and possibly start over with some deranged gang of lunatics.

Pulling your wrist out of his grasp you immediately stand up grabbing your items. “As wonderful as your offer is, I must decline Mr.Darling.” You say turning away from him. “I should be going now, it’s getting late.” You shift your eyes away from him still feeling his eyes on you. The stool scraps underneath the floorboards as he moves his seat to stand beside you. “Can I offer you a ride home, perhaps?” He asks adjusting his oversized suit jacket over his shoulders. Now that you were close you got a good smell of his cologne realizing it was of some type of apple spice. Taking a step away from him you shook your head, the last thing you wanted was to be stuck together with him for over an hour's drive.

“That won’t be necessary, thank you.” You said heading towards the door. “I’ll call a cab home,” you insisted hearing his footsteps quicken to match your pace. “Then I’ll pay for your cab,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone, walking beside with his hands behind his back. The rest of the bar seemed to be on high alert seeing him walking by, even the drunks were smart enough to stay out of his way parting like the sea. You took note of this feeling your senses triple in height. “That won’t be necessary,” you say as Wally walks to the door holding it open for you. Once outside you felt a cool breeze hit against your skin causing you to tug your fur coat higher above your shoulders. “Don’t be silly, I insist.” He chastised before waving a yellow cab over. It stops immediately beside the curb as the driver looked like he was about to shit on himself. Leaning against the window Wally smiles a predatory smile at the poor man as he spoke, “You make sure you take this young lady to wherever she needs to be. And don’t let anything happen to her, understand?” He says in a sickly sweet voice. The driver nods his head swallowing hard lowering himself further in his seat. “Yes sir,” he says in a stuttering voice. Turning to look at you Wally opens the car door gesturing for you to get in which you do. Once you were settled in he closed the door and leaned in your window. “I do hope to see you again, Angel. Perhaps in better times than now,” he says his eyes roving across your form thinking gods know what. You swallow nodding your head faking a smile. “If fate wants it to be then it will,” you say wanting to keep your answer vague. His face becomes unreadable as he stares at you for an uncomfortable amount of time before responding with, “I control fate itself.” He pats the roof of the car signaling the driver to pull off.

As the cab drives off you glance back seeing him watching your departure. You pray you don’t have to run into him any time soon. Your phone vibrates as you look down to see a message from your boyfriend.

‘Srry I had something come up.’ It read. You let out an audible groan leaning back in the seat.

Additional credits: Mob au owned by @clownsuu

Writing is by myself. I don’t consent to any plagiarism, including feeding my writing to ai.

[triplesilverstar]

what if they visited the grave and it had been vandalized in some way?

there is so much going on in my head right now. thank you for the fic of single dad Vash

You Anon, are cruel. I like it. So here's a little follow-up to Dawn and Vash going to visit the grave of their mom/wife!

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Pregnancy, character death, dying after childbirth, angst, Vash having trauma, medical inaccuracies, widowed Vash, Dad Vash, Single Dad Vash, dead mom, depressing thoughts, vandalized grave, more heartache for Vash

Word count: roughly .7K 

You can find the original single dad Vash post here.

Vash can feel the burning in his stomach as he stares at the sight before him, can feel the pressure in his knuckles as he clenches his fist tightly to stop himself from lashing out. It isn’t help the way his mind wants him to scream his rage into the swirling wind. 

Instead he grinds his teeth as he tries to swallow the pain eating at him from the inside as he stares at your grave. 

Your very vandalised grave. 

Vash had agreed with Dawn that he would at last take his little girl to see where you were resting. He had agreed when she had been closer two, but he held off for a little while. Worried about her safety if he showed up too soon with his daughter that took so much after you minus the blond hair and teal eyes Dawn had inherited from him.

It happened to work out that the pair arrived back in the town his daughter had been born in on her fifth birthday. 

He hadn’t expected to find this waiting for him. 

Most of the planet had crosses, things made quickly for the dead. Vash, before he had left with the newborn Dawn had used some of his remaining power to carve your name into a basalt rock that was roughly the size of a headstone. Had lugged it back and placed it on the mound of earth that covered your body before he left with his infant daughter to hide with Granny and Lina. 

Now, that same headstone had been toppled and cracked. Painted with the words “Stampede’s whore” over where your name should have been. He’d been glad he placed enough heavy stones over your body before the rest of the dirt had been returned to the grave he had dug. Otherwise you might have been disturbed.

That single piece of solace doesn’t sooth his aching heart. 

From beside him, Dawn moves, taking a step closer. “Dawn…” A choked out sob escapes him as he tries to bury all of his emotions, what a terrible birthday for his little girl who had been so excited to visit you. 

With blurry eyes Vash reaches out to grab her arm, unsure if he wants to console himself or his physically young adult daughter. His fingers ghost the side of her forearm as Dawn crouches closer to the toppled stone, Vash watches her as her gloved hand reaches out to brush some of the sand away from the stone. 

“Hi, Mom.” Unlike Vash her voice is more even, but he can hear the sadness lacing her words. “Dad finally brought me to see you. It’s only been a few years but I feel like that was too long, you must have gotten lonely.” Another brush of her fingers before Vash hears the audible swallow Dawn makes as she forces her tears down. A reminder how far the apple fell from the tree. “It’s ok though. Dad and I will fix this up and stay a while so you aren’t as lonely ok!” 

It breaks his heart in another way. He should have been the one to offer words of reassurance about fixing your grave, not his daughter. She shouldn’t have to be the strong one right now, not on her birthday. A few steps and Vash kneels himself smiling sadly well aware you can’t see his face and the tears running down his cheeks. “Our little sprout is right Mayfly. We’ll get this all fixed up, then we both have a lot to tell you.” 

It’s back breaking labour over the next few days as the pair fix the headstone and clean it, both talking to you as if you’re still there with them. It eases some of the pain in Vash’s chest seeing Dawn talk to you so adamantly and he realises for the first time since he lost you, that you’re still with him. 

Because Dawn, with never knowing you except through him is all the best parts of your soul, your heart, that keep reminding him he needs to keep living. How she’s also the best parts of him with the kindness she has welling out of her. He just wishes he had seen it before he had to have his heart broken into pieces once more. 

I'm cruel and I'm ok with that!

[daisynik7]

Rush

Chapter 2: Exchange

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: underage drinking, vaginal fingering, blowjob, asshole!Eren

Summary: The first exchange between Sigma Nu Kappa and Alpha Tau is underway.

Notes:

Chapter title inspired by the song "Exchange" by Bryson Tiller.

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Friday night around 10:30 PM, the Alpha Tau brothers are gathered in Mike’s off campus home, the unofficial party house of the fraternity. They start setting up for their first exchange of the semester with the Sigma Nu Kappa sorority. Mike and Erwin come back from the store with a wagon each full of alcohol and chasers. 

Eren hangs around the kitchen, watching them concoct jungle juice in a five-gallon Gatorade dispenser. Mike hastily pours in a fifth of Tito’s vodka, a fifth of Malibu rum, a bottle of Peach Schnapps, two liters of Sprite, and a gallon of fruit punch. He sprinkles in two packs of blue Kool-Aid as a garnish, then drowns an entire bag of ice before mixing the brew with a large wooden spoon. He lowers his face near the liquid surface to take a big whiff, then smirks at Eren. “Perfect. This will be gone in less than thirty minutes, so someone will need to make it again. You’re off the hook for tonight, but it's good you learn the recipe.”

Erwin is near them, stocking the fridge up with beer and White Claws. When he walks away to dump the cardboard boxes outside, Mike quickly adds, “Bitches love this shit. You’ll see.”

Eren smirks at Mike’s vulgarity before Erwin comes back, observing him. “Eren. Not to be so crass, but are you going to do something about your hair?”

He runs his fingers through his shoulder-length, straight hair. “Uh, I wasn’t planning to.”

Levi joins them in the kitchen. “You look like a homeless person,” he states, completely serious. 

Eren never really paid attention to his appearance. Growing out his hair this summer wasn’t exactly a personal choice; he was just too lazy to get it cut. But he knew it was getting out of hand, especially when he started having to tie it into a ponytail while he worked out. 

“I guess I can tie it up,” he offers, suddenly self-conscious. 

“Dude, you should put it in a man bun. Women love that,” Mike suggests. He approaches the younger man cautiously with his hands up. “May I?”

Eren shrugs, letting Mike work whatever magic he was about to conjure. He feels the senior tugging most of his hair back, the strands pulling on his scalp as it’s wrapped into a bun. With one hand out, Mike demands, “Hair tie.”

Luckily, Eren has one already wrapped around his wrist, which he extends to Mike. When he’s finished, the three seniors eye him curiously, making Eren feel even more uneasy. 

Levi speaks first. “Shit, Jaeger.”

“Better. Much better,” Erwin compliments. 

“You owe me if this gets you laid tonight,” Mike jokes, with a pleased smile on his face.

Confused by their reactions, Eren strides towards the mirror near the front door and studies his new look. Most of his hair is wrapped up in a low bun, minus a thin layer covering the back of his neck. A few of his baby hairs fall across his forehead. He studies his reflection for several seconds, slightly narrowed green eyes staring back at him. 

He hears steps coming down the stairs and turns around to see Connie with Armin, who looks at him with wide eyes. “Eren! Your hair!”

Connie exclaims, “Eren rocking the man bun! Looking good, bro!”

Eren rubs the back of his neck, trying to keep a neutral expression. He doesn’t take praise very well, but he’s certainly not opposed to it. 

More brothers start arriving to the house, some bringing extra alcohol with them. Jean and Marco come already tipsy, having pre-gamed at a soccer party right before. Some of the SNK girls also make their entrance. President Hange and a fellow senior, Nanabe, come in with brother Moblit. They introduce themselves to the new pledges first, Hange especially taking a special interest in Eren. “Whoa, who’s this guy?! He’s intense!”

The house is bustling with music, chatter, and laughter as more people file in. There’s beer pong set up in the living room, as well as a keg stand placed at the corner. In the kitchen, Nanabe gets the first taste of Mike’s special concoction. “Yup, Mike definitely made this. Literally can’t taste the alcohol,” she comments with a smirk, chugging her Red Solo cup before filling it up again. 

Hange immediately gets a helping and drinks it casually as she chats with Levi, who sips on a La Croix. Eren remembers that he’s sober monitor tonight, meaning he remains sober throughout the night in case of an emergency. In fact, Levi volunteers to be sober monitor at every social event, considering he doesn’t drink at all.

Eren dispenses the jungle juice into a cup and hands it over to Armin, who takes it nervously. Once they’re both equipped with the sweetened liquor, they cheers then chug. Nanabe is right. There’s barely a hint of alcohol.

And that’s what makes it dangerously good. 

They fill their cups to the brim before making their way to the corner of the living room, where they watch the first volunteer christen the keg stand. It’s Jean, who’s held upside down by Erwin and Mike on either side as a group of brothers surround them and chant, “Drink, motherfucker, drink!” 

After Jean’s turn is over, he places himself between Armin and Eren, belching loudly. “Where are the rest of the chicks?!”

Armin answers, “Mikasa texted me that they’ll be here soon. They’re pre-gaming with Petra first before they get here.”

“Who the fuck is Mikasa?” Jean slurs. 

“Our friend,” Eren states, pushing him away before he burps again in their faces. “Armin, let’s wait for her near the front.” 

They push their way through the crowd and sit next to Connie on the couch, who already looks a little high. “You guys want one?” Connie asks, handing them a bag of gummy bears.

“Sure!” Armin reaches into the packet before Eren snatches his hand away. 

“Those are edibles, Armin. They’re strong.” He glares at Connie, who shrugs and puts the bag back in his pocket. 

“I do want to try one time. For research purposes,” Armin notes. “Maybe when I’m not drinking.”

“Yeah dude, just let me know. I’ll hook you up. Gunther brought a bong if you wanna observe. We’re gonna smoke in the garage later,” Connie explains lazily. 

Armin nods, genuinely intrigued. “I’d love to observe.”

Eren gets off the couch to grab a few beers from the fridge. Nearby, Hange and Levi stand against the counter, chatting. 

“Jaeger. You good?” Levi asks, nursing his sparking water.

“Yeah. Just getting more alcohol.”

“When’s my dear cousin arriving?” 

Eren chuckles. “Fuck, I keep forgetting you two are related. I don’t know when she’s coming. Haven’t talked to her much recently.”

Hange interjects. “Why? Too cool for us Sigma Nu Kappa’s? Is that it?” She readjusts the glasses on her face, staring at him closely.

He furrows his brows at her, put off by her creepy attitude. “It’s not that. I’ve just been preoccupied.”

She lets out a “tsk” before drinking from her cup. Levi rolls his eyes at her before saying, “Ignore Four-Eyes here. She doesn’t like to admit it, but she’s a whore for drama. So much that she intentionally tries to start shit.” He playfully kicks her ankle as she smirks into her cup. “Where the fuck is Petra anyways, Madame President? She was supposed to be here already with the new pledges. It’s already almost midnight.”

“She texted me that they’re on their way. They had a teeny tiny issue that’s been resolved.”

A few minutes later, the front door swings open and a short girl with ginger hair leads a group of younger women in, who stagger in giggling. Mikasa stands directly behind her, wearing a black sports bra with grey joggers. Eren rolls his eyes with a small smirk, thinking how typical it is of her to be wearing workout clothes at a party.

Armin is the first to greet her. “Mikasa! You finally made it!”

She giggles, then hiccups. “Armin! Where have you been all night?” She taps his nose with her finger and giggles again. 

“Uhhh, I’ve been here. Where have you been?”

In a poor attempt at a whisper, she slurs, “It’s supposed to be a secret, but we pre-gamed in Petra’s room, shhhhh. We’re not supposed to drink in the house.” She shoves a finger against Armin’s lip, who just smiles. “Have you ever tried this thing called ‘alcohol’? This stuff is great!”

Unable to contain himself, Armin laughs. “Mikasa, I think you’re drunk.”

“No ‘m not! You’re drunk! And you!” She points her finger to Eren, who now stands beside them with his hands in his pockets. “What’re you doing here?! You’ve been MIA the past month and the first place I see you is at a…a fucking frat party?! And what’s with your hair?!”

Eren grasps her finger and chuckles. “Hi Mikasa. It’s nice to see you too. I’m sorry for being MIA.”

“Fuck you, Eren Jaeger! You’re dead to me! Now, where’s the alcohol?” She stumbles away from them and follows Petra towards the kitchen. 

“She doesn’t mean that. She’s just drunk.”

Another girl now stands in Mikasa’s place. Eren just notices her. Has she been there the whole time?

Armin greets her with a hug, seemingly already being acquainted. “For some reason, Mikasa being a belligerent drunk is not surprising.”

“Who are you?” Eren blurts out.

“I’m Mikasa’s pledge sister and roommate,” she explains, introducing her name. 

“Oh,” is all he says. 

Nothing about her stands out, maybe except for the bright smile on her face. She seems nice enough. But mostly unassuming. Plain. Boring. Not exactly the type of girl Eren needs if he is to live out his new life as a frat boy. 

So, he disengages and lets Armin continue chatting with her, thinking he’ll never interact with her again. 

~~~

Oh.

That’s all he says when you introduce yourself. Oh.

What the fuck?

You already had a bad impression of this guy based on Mikasa’s struggles with him, but to meet him in the flesh and be totally spot on still surprises you. There’s no formal introduction. Not even a “Nice to meet you”, like any normal person would do. Why are Mikasa and Armin friends with this douche? 

It doesn’t help that he’s fucking hot. Black t-shirt stretched tight against his tone body, unzipped grey jacket hanging loosely over it. He wears black Adidas joggers, the ones with the white stripes down the sides. He’s giving I didn’t put any effort into my appearance, but I know I look fucking good. And that man bun. Sheesh. 

There’s no denying it; you’re attracted to him. You can’t help yourself. It’s your weakness. You internally berate yourself for being so fucking basic. 

Even with that tiny interaction nagging away at your brain, you can’t help but sneak glances at him as he leans against the counter, one hand in his jacket pocket, the other tipping a Red Solo cup to his lips. The prominent Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he slowly swallows the liquid down his throat. You let your mind wander for a few seconds, imagining the nasty things he could do to you with that mouth, how his thick neck would wobble as he drinks you up. 

Fuck. Snap out of it. You’re not even that drunk. Pull yourself together. 

You sit beside Sasha on the couch, watching Mikasa interact with her friends from the corner of your eye. They take shots together, everyone except Eren grimacing at the taste of tequila. But overall, she looks happy. Just a few hours ago, she was pacing back and forth in your room, worried about seeing Eren, concerned about making it awkward. Maybe that was the motivating factor for her to get drunk while pre-gaming in Petra’s room at the sorority house. 

Next to Sasha is an Alpha Tau brother with shaved hair, who introduces himself as Connie. He snacks on a bag of potato chips, offering it to you and Sasha, which she gladly accepts. Before you know it, Eren sits beside you on the couch. He lets himself sink into the cushions before handing you a cup filled with something that looks like fruit punch.

“Mikasa told me to give you a drink,” he says, without looking at you.

You take it, muttering a quiet, “Thank you,” before taking a sip. It tastes exactly like fruit punch, but you know it’s not just that. 

“What’s your name again?”

Wow. Of course, he forgets your name. In theory, you should detest this guy. But feeling his knee brush against yours on the couch makes you throw all self-respect out the window. Why are you like this? You repeat your name, trying to be nonchalant. 

“Thanks for keeping Mikasa company the past few weeks. I’ve been a shitty friend to her,” he admits. “She doesn’t deserve it.”

“No, she doesn’t,” you respond.

“Why did she choose SNK anyways? She could have gotten into any of the other ones.” 

“What are you implying?” you ask. His question bothers you. As if there is an underlying meaning behind it. 

“SNK doesn’t have the best reputation on campus.”

There it is.

“Not everyone joins a sorority for the reputation,” you argue. “She picked the sorority where she felt the most comfortable at. Maybe that kind of stuff isn’t important to you, but to others, it is.” 

He’s looking at you now, green eyes narrowed slightly, studying you. “You’re right. That isn’t important to me.” He finishes the rest of his drink before he continues. “Guys join frats to party and fuck, and that’s what I intend to do. And I know Mikasa probably has some strong opinions on that, but I don’t care. She can’t do anything to stop me.”

“Why are you telling me this?” you shoot back at him. 

“Because you’re her roommate and sister now. And I’d appreciate it if you continue to keep her distracted, so that she doesn’t spend all her time worrying about me. Which I know she did before joining.” He gives you a cocky smirk. 

“I spend time with her because I care about her. I’m not going to do it for your sake.”

“As long as she stays out of my way, I don’t care.” He stands up to walk back to the kitchen. You remain seated, a bit flabbergasted by your conversation with him. Taking a few moments to take in what just happened, you come to a realization. 

Eren Jaeger is nothing but trouble.

~~~

It’s not his intention to be a dick. But that’s the way he comes off, and he’s fully aware of it. 

Does he care? Not so much. 

He’s thinks back to a few hours earlier, when he was pre-gaming in Reiner and Bertolt’s room in the fraternity house, both of whom are currently missing from the party. 

“Erwin may say all this bullshit about Alpha Tau’s being men of honor. But at the end of the day, we’re still just men. And we have needs. Don’t let anything or anyone stand in your way of getting what you want. If you want to get black out drunk at a party, do it. If you want to get high with Gunther and Connie, go get fucking high as a kite. And if you want to fuck as many women as you want, fucking do it. With consent, of course. Let fucking loose, Eren. That’s what being in a frat is all about.” Reiner finishes his monologue by taking a swig of the handle they pass around to each other. Bertolt only nods in agreement. 

Per the advice of his big brother, he’s going to do what he wants and whoever he wants. No more worrying about what other people think about him, especially Mikasa or Armin. He stills cares for them, but he’s not going to let them stop him.  

He checks his phone to read the text Reiner sent him an hour ago. 

Reiner: at eta iota party off campus. lots of hot chicks 

Reiner: come thru

An address is listed under the text. He knows Reiner doesn’t care about Alpha Tau’s partnership with Sigma Nu Kappa. And Bertolt just follows wherever he goes, so Eren’s not surprised they’re partying with another sorority. In a way, he respects it. Reiner does whatever the fuck he wants without a care for anybody but himself. 

Eren approaches Armin in the kitchen and whispers, “I’m heading out to another party. See you later.”

“Huh? You’re leaving?” Armin yells, cheeks flushed with intoxication. 

Mikasa, who’s chatting with Levi, turns around swiftly to demand, “You are not leaving, Eren Jaeger!”

“We’re not even doing anything. We’re just standing around here drinking. I’m meeting Reiner somewhere else,” Eren explains, trying to walk away as Mikasa and Armin tug on both of his sleeves.

“Why don’t you pledges get to know each other better? Go play a game or something in Mike’s room upstairs. He’s got Mario Kart,” Levi suggests.

“Eren! There’s Mario Kart!”

“Please stay!”

So much for doing what he wants. Maybe it’s the least he could do considering how distant he’s been with Mikasa. Just this once is he going to let his friends convince him to stay. But under his rules, his conditions. 

“Let’s play a drinking game. Truth or dare. With SNK and Alpha Tau pledges. Let’s go,” he commands, grabbing an unopened bottle of vodka from the shelf and a couple of cups.

Levi wrangles the pledge brothers while Hange collects the new sisters, directing them upstairs to Mike’s room. It’s spacious enough for all of them to gather around, some sitting up on the bed, the others on the floor. Jean sits backwards on a chair near a desk, holding a cup of jungle juice in his hand.

“Have fun, babies!” Hange shouts, before closing the door. 

“Whoever doesn’t have a drink, fill up,” Eren orders, passing the cups and vodka around to those without a drink. 

“Ugh, no chaser? Really?” Ymir complains as she pours a small amount of liquor in her new cup. 

“Chasers are for pussies,” Jean chides. “I’m sure you could handle it,” he adds, with a wink. Ymir rolls her eyes, looking more disgusted.

“Anybody want a hit?” Connie offers his joint, passing it first to Sasha, who takes it. 

After everyone is settled in with a drink in hand, they start the game. “Alright, the game is Truth or Dare. If you refuse to answer a question or do a dare, you drink. Got it?”

Eren starts it off. “Horse-face, truth or dare?”

Jean growls, “Fuck you, Jaeger. Truth.”

“Fuck, Marry, Kill: Armin, Marco, Connie.”

The girls burst into laughter as the named brothers protest. Eren smirks. He’s going to have a lot of fun with this. 

“Fuck. I’m not answering that.”

“Then drink.”

“C’mon, Jean, just answer! This is a fun one,” Christa giggles.

“Fine. Fuck Marco, marry Armin, kill Connie, alright?”

Everyone in the room screams now, Jean’s cheeks glowing bright red as he takes a sip of his drink anyways. Armin and Marco cackle loudly as Connie yells out, “You’d kill me over the other two! I thought what we had was special, man!”

Jean faces Mikasa and says “Mikasa, right? Truth or dare?” 

“Truth.”

“Have you and Eren ever hooked up?”

As the room hushes, waiting for the answer everyone is curious about, she answers, “No” with a calm expression on her face. 

“Wow, seriously?”

“I thought for sure you two have done it.”

“Gross, we’re like brother and sister. That’d be like incest,” Mikasa comments, sipping on her spiked fruit punch. “Sasha, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Text your boyfriend, ‘I wanna do anal’ and show us what he says.”

“Hell no! I don’t want to do anal! I’m fucking drinking instead.” she cries out, taking a large gulp of vodka as people laugh.

Sasha looks directly next to Mikasa, at the roommate. She says her name, then “Truth or dare?”

"Truth," she answers, timidly.

“Who do you think is the hottest guy in this room?”

~~~

Fuck. You knew Sasha would ask you some dumb shit. 

Suddenly, you feel so many pairs of eyes on you as blood rushes into your cheeks. You hear Mikasa whisper beside you, "You can just drink if you want."

How do you expect to raise your confidence when you shy away from the simplest questions like this? It’s not a big deal. At the end of the day, it’s just an opinion that won’t mean anything to anyone. It won’t result in anything. 

Mustering up the courage, you respond, “No, it’s fine. I’ll answer it.”

“Who is it, then?” Annie pushes. 

“Eren. I think Eren is the hottest guy here.” You turn your head towards the carpet on the floor, avoiding eye contact with everyone, especially him. The snickers of your surrounding peers are drowned out by the ringing in your ears from embarrassment. You think you feel his gaze on you, but you’re too shy to confirm. 

Mikasa rubs your back affectionately. You can hear her amused smile as she reminds you, “Now you can ask someone else.” 

“Oh right. Um, Ymir, truth or dare.”

“Dare.”

“Um…Okay, hold on.” Still mortified, it takes a few seconds before you state, “Sit on Jean’s lap for the rest of the game.”

Jean turns around to sit properly in the chair and pats his lap. “Come here, baby.”

“Do not call me, baby, horse-face,” she spits out as she leaves the bed to fulfill the dare. Everyone hollers at her as she waves her middle finger around the room. 

A few more dares are fulfilled, and some truths are revealed. Christa is dared to suck on Armin’s thumb for ten seconds, which she does. Marco reveals the craziest place he’s had sex, which was in the middle of the soccer field just a couple of days ago. Armin gets asked what his favorite sex position is, to which everyone is surprised to learn that it’s doggy style. Connie is forced to admit which two girls in the room he’d be willing to have a threesome with, resulting in Christa and Ymir being flattered and disgusted, respectively. Eren easily answers what one of his kinks are, which is being called “daddy”, causing you and Mikasa to roll your eyes. Annie is dared to text Bertolt ‘I’m horny’, to which she vehemently refuses and ends up chugging her entire cup of jungle juice. 

Everyone is more drunk than when they started the game, liquor being consumed regardless of if a truth or dare is denied. The vodka bottle is empty and it’s already past 1 AM. Mikasa rests her head on your shoulder, closing her eyes in her drunken stupor. 

Annie asks the last question. “Truth or dare?” she looks to you.

“Huh? Why me again?” you whine.

“Because it’s fun watching you get all embarrassed,” she responds, a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. You flip her the bird, making her cackle. “Truth or dare, loser?”

Feeling bold, you reply, “Dare.”

There’s a wicked look in her eyes when she dares, “Kiss the hottest guy in the room. With tongue.”

Jean scoffs. “What are we, fourteen?”

“Shut up, horse-face. This is her first kiss.”

A collective “ooooohhh” chimes throughout the room. Fuck Annie Leonhart. You told your sisters this in confidence. You weren’t expecting this to be broadcast to the entire pledge class of Alpha Tau. 

“Go ahead. Kiss him. Virgin.”

“Annie, shut the fuck up,” Mikasa growls.

“Leave her alone,” Sasha pleads.

“I’m just trying to help her out. It’s just a kiss. What, are you wanting it to be special or some shit?” She lets out a nasty laugh. 

“Annie, you’re being mean,” Armin utters. “You shouldn’t pressure people to do things they’re uncomfortable with.”

“I’ll do it,” you say, as defiantly and confidently as you can.

As nice as it is to hear your friends defend you, at the same time, you feel embarrassed needing to be defended over something as silly as this. Annie’s right; it’s just a kiss. You’re nearly 20-years-old; it’s about time you’ve kissed someone. This is college. No more waiting for the “perfect moment”.

You finally face Eren, having avoided him since your first truth almost an hour ago. His expression remains neutral when he says, “Maybe I don’t want to kiss her.” 

“Eren!” Mikasa yells out. Seriously, what is this guy’s problem?

Taken aback from his comment, you quickly blurt out, “Fine then, I’ll just drink.” You desperately throw back the cup into your mouth, but no liquid is left. There’s ringing in your ears again; it’s enough to distract you from the uncomfortable silence that fills the room. Embarrassed and ashamed, you get up, balance off from your intoxication, and stumble out the room.

There’s another bedroom across the hall with the door ajar. You quietly sneak in, taking a quick scan in the darkness to confirm it’s unoccupied. Once inside, you close the door and sit against it, burying your face in your hands. Your cheeks are hot. From the alcohol, the humiliation, the anger. Anger at Annie for putting you in this mortifying situation and revealing your lack of experience in such a mean fashion. Anger at that asshole Eren for further embarrassing you by refusing your kiss. 

Maybe I don’t want to kiss her.

The words sting more and more as you repeat it over in your head. What did you really expect? That Eren Jaeger would open his arms to you and give you your first kiss? Why would he ever want to kiss you? He has every right to refuse. But it still hurts, especially getting rejected in front of people, some of whom are your friends.  

On the other side of the door, you hear movement and chatter. They’re starting to make their way out of the room and back downstairs to the rest of the party. You feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket. 

Mikasa: where are you?

Not wanting her to worry, you text her back, telling her your current location. Within minutes, you hear steps approaching the room, then a small knock. You get up from the floor and open the door, expecting to see Mikasa. 

Instead, it’s Eren. 

Before you can react, he pushes his way in, closing the door and locking it. Even in the pitch black, you can see the intensity in his striking green eyes. 

Suddenly, his lips are on yours. One hand grips the back of your neck, the other slides down to your waist. His tongue grazes your lips, the intimate feeling of it surprising you. Your hands grip at his chest, fists bunching up against his black t-shirt, pressing yourself closer to him. You’re unsure what to do with your mouth, so you part your lips instinctually to let him deepen the kiss, which he does. When you feel his tongue against yours, you let out a soft moan.

Finally aware of what is happening, you push away from him just enough to break the kiss. Through shallow breaths, you ask, “What are you doing?”

He licks his lips before answering, “Giving you your first kiss.” The expression on his face continues to remain neutral. You have no idea what’s going on in his head and it makes you anxious.

“I don’t get you.” You release your hold on him to cross your arms over your chest, gaze focused on the floor. “You embarrass me in front of everyone, then you come in here and kiss me. I don’t understand.”

He tilts his head to the side, looking at you curiously. “You didn’t like it?”

“It’s not that I didn’t like it. You just…you confuse me.”

“I didn’t want to kiss you in front of everyone. PDA is not really my thing.”

“It wasn’t PDA, it was a game.” 

After a few seconds of silence, the two of you still standing in front of each other in the dark, he says, “I’ll make it up to you.”

"What do you mean?”

He steps towards you, tipping his head down to whisper in your ear, “Let me make you feel good.”

~~~

Eren sees before him a girl who, just a few moments ago, looked so pitiful in the room after being rejected of her first kiss. It’s true; he doesn’t like kissing in front of others. He said it without thinking how she would react. 

What he didn’t expect was for her to stagger out of the room like that. Everyone stared at him like he was the bad guy, like he is a bad guy. Mikasa was glaring daggers at him. Armin muttered something along the lines of, “You could have been a little nicer, Eren.” Even Annie, the instigator of this whole fucking mess, looked guilty. 

When everyone starts to leave the room to go back to the party downstairs, Eren notices the door across the hall is now closed. He isn’t quite sure what compels him to walk over there. Before he does, he stalls by using the bathroom, contemplating what he wants to do as he washes his hands. Does he feel guilty? Maybe a little bit. He’s trying out this new “frat boy” lifestyle of not giving a fuck, but he still finds himself being guilted into doing things. Like earlier, when Mikasa and Armin begged him to stay at this party. Or like now, how this girl he doesn’t even know is guilting him into feeling like a total asshole. 

He decides to walk over to the room, certain she’s in there, wallowing in her self-pity. And when she opens the door to let him in, he thinks with his dick before his brain and kisses her. It’s not a good kiss. It’s not fair to expect her to know what to do, especially since this is her first. 

But when she parts her lips, he feels something. As if she’s so eager to open up for him; she’s willing to let him take control. And when she moans against his mouth, he can’t help but get turned on. He starts thinking of all the nasty things he could do to this pure, unsullied virgin.

It's wrong, it’s corrupt, it’s lewd. Maybe it’s another shameless kink he has. But he doesn’t care. 

He’s going to get what he wants. 

“Let me make you feel good,” he whispers. 

Her eyes widen. Is it fear? Apprehension? Arousal?

His question is answered when she closes the space between them, her hands fisting his shirt and pulling him closer. They kiss, mouths open and tongues sloppy against each other. He hooks his thumbs on the belt loops of her jeans and pulls her towards the bed with only the dim moonlight from the window guiding them in the darkness.

They stumble onto the bed together, her on top of him, kissing while their hands roam around each other’s bodies. When he slides his fingers to the hem of her pants, he asks, “Can I touch you?”

When she says, “Yes,” he quickly unbuttons and unzips her jeans. She slides out of her pants, clad in only her panties from the waist down. He feels for her pussy, finding a wet spot already forming on the cloth. He chuckles against her ear and purrs, “Already wet for me, huh?”

He slides his middle finger past the fabric, her pussy plush and wet from arousal. When he slips inside her, he feels her stiffen against him. 

“Is this okay?” he asks.

She nods but doesn’t say anything. She must be nervous. Before he goes any deeper, he tells her, “Just relax. I’ll take care of you.”

In a quiet voice, she obliges. “Okay.”

He fingers her gently, listening for any sounds of pleasure from her lips. Her body relaxes on top of him as she starts moaning softly against his neck. 

“Think you can take another finger?” he asks, his cock hard beneath her. 

“Yes. I can take it.”

He slips his ring finger with his middle and fucks her slowly. After several pumps, he slows his pace and finds her grinding against him on her own.

In a low voice, he hums, “Yeah, fuck yourself on my fingers. Just like that. Good girl.” 

She moans as she moves herself onto him, the wet noises from her arousal like music to his ears. He guides his thumb over to her clit and starts rubbing it gently, waiting to hear her reaction. She whimpers at his touch, making him rub her clit faster and harder as he presses his fingers deeper into her cunt. 

Does she ever touch herself like this? Does she know how to make herself feel good? He can’t help but wonder as he feels her pussy tighten around his digits, cum coating his ring and index finger with each thrust. She’s rigid above him, mouth open in a silent moan as she rides out the rest of her orgasm against his palm. He keeps touching her until she relaxes beside him on the bed, eyes dazed and breath shallow. He removes himself from her and stares at his glistening hand. 

For a split second, he’s tempted to suck her cum off his fingers. But he quickly shuts down the idea in his head, convincing himself that such an act is too intimate, too nasty to be shared between two strangers. 

Instead, he shoves his hand down his pants to wrap his wet fingers around his hard cock and starts stroking himself. 

In her haze, she pulls his pants and briefs down his legs to expose his erection. She reaches her hand over his and whispers, “Let me make you feel good.”

Hearing her repeat his own words from just a few minutes ago makes his cock twitch. He smirks at her and teases, “Do you know how?”

She sits up and kneels next to him, her head down at his abdomen. “Can you teach me?” With her mouth open, she sticks her tongue out. Ready and willing for him. 

 “Show me what you can do first.”

Without hesitation, she wraps his lips around the tip of his cock as he strokes his shaft. The feel of her warm mouth around him makes him tense up with pleasure. He removes his hand and sits up on his elbows to get a better look at her. “Go ahead. Show me what this virgin can do.”

He watches her intently as she takes him into her mouth. From this angle, he can only see the back of her head bobbing back and forth. What he can’t see, she makes up for in touch. The way her wetted lips wrap around him, the slide of her tongue as she drags it up and down his shaft. Her nose brushing against the hair on his groin with every plunge. How her first three fingers grip the base of his cock while her pinky and ring graze against his balls. If only he could see the way she makes his cock disappear down her throat.

It's not necessarily the best blowjob he’s ever received. To be fair, this is her first time. But for someone who claims to lack experience, she sure is eager. Eager to do a good job. Eager to make him come. 

As he reaches his orgasm, he warns her, “I’m gonna come,” tugging lightly at her hair to pull her off. She releases his dick from her mouth, as he expects. But then, she lays the tip on her tongue as she strokes his cock vigorously.

“Fuck,” he mutters, shutting his eyes and releasing his cum into her mouth. When he’s spent, she sits up and faces him. Even through the darkness of the room, he sees her lips, shiny from spit and slick as she swallows his load. He shudders at the sight.

~~~

You lay your head on the pillow beside Eren. His eyes are still shut from his high when he asks, “Where did you learn to do that?”

“Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I’m not horny. I watch porn and read things online,” you answer, matter of fact.

He lets out a small laugh. “I guess I didn’t think of that.”

You lay in silence next to each other for another minute or two, before he says, “Just so you know, this is going to be a one-time kind of thing, alright?”

It catches you off guard. As calmly as you can muster, you respond, “If you say so.”

“I just don’t find you interesting enough to keep this going.”

Ouch. Again, attempting to keep your composure, you comment, “Well, thanks for being honest, I guess.” How else are you to supposed to respond to a cold statement like that?

With the sudden mood change, you decide it’s best to just leave. You get up, grab your jeans from the floor, and slide them back on, ignoring momentarily the nature of your wet panties. Eren stays still on the bed, eyes open and staring up at the ceiling. 

You shuffle over to the door and quickly mutter, “I guess I’ll see you around or whatever.” Not bothering to wait for a response, you exit and make your way to the bathroom down the hall. 

While you clean yourself up, rinsing your mouth out in the process, you think about exactly what transpired in the past half hour. 

Eren Jaeger, who apparently is this fuck boy extraordinaire, kisses you, fingers you, whispers sweet nothings into your ear. Then, after you give him the best blowjob of your life, which isn’t saying much considering it’s the first and only, he makes it a point to tell you that this will never happen again. Because of how uninteresting and unappealing he finds you. 

You look at your reflection in the mirror and feel sick. How could you let this guy, this asshole, be your first kiss? Your first sexual experience? How could you let him touch you like that? You blame erotic fiction novels for your actions, thinking you can make the bad boy interested in you after showing how eager and willing you are to do whatever he wants. 

In reality, all you did was let a frat boy come in your mouth and make you feel bad about yourself at the end of it. He feels nothing towards you. Nothing.

On the other hand, you can’t help but think about the things he did do right, before it all went wrong. His mouth on yours, the way he pulls you on top of him, his fingers pumping in and out of you expertly as he whispers seductive phrases into your ear. 

Let me make you feel good.

Just relax. I’ll take care of you.

Just like that.

Good girl.

You know he’s an asshole. You know you should stay away. Nothing good can come out of it. He’ll never feel anything for you. Never. Accept the fact that you made a mistake and move on. 

How can a mistake feel so fucking good?

[thebrickinbrick]

Minus Five, Plus One, Part One

After the man who decreed the “protest of corpses” had spoken, and had given this formula of their common soul, there issued from all mouths a strangely satisfied and terrible cry, funereal in sense and triumphant in tone:

“Long live death! Let us all remain here!”

“Why all?” said Enjolras.

“All! All!”

Enjolras resumed:

“The position is good; the barricade is fine. Thirty men are enough. Why sacrifice forty?”

They replied:

“Because not one will go away.”

“Citizens,” cried Enjolras, and there was an almost irritated vibration in his voice, “this republic is not rich enough in men to indulge in useless expenditure of them. Vain-glory is waste. If the duty of some is to depart, that duty should be fulfilled like any other.”

Enjolras, the man-principle, had over his co-religionists that sort of omnipotent power which emanates from the absolute. Still, great as was this omnipotence, a murmur arose. A leader to the very finger-tips, Enjolras, seeing that they murmured, insisted. He resumed haughtily:

“Let those who are afraid of not numbering more than thirty say so.”

The murmurs redoubled.

“Besides,” observed a voice in one group, “it is easy enough to talk about leaving. The barricade is hemmed in.”

“Not on the side of the Halles,” said Enjolras. “The Rue Mondétour is free, and through the Rue des Prêcheurs one can reach the Marché des Innocents.”

“And there,” went on another voice, “you would be captured. You would fall in with some grand guard of the line or the suburbs; they will spy a man passing in blouse and cap. ‘Whence come you?’ ‘Don’t you belong to the barricade?’ And they will look at your hands. You smell of powder. Shot.”

Enjolras, without making any reply, touched Combeferre’s shoulder, and the two entered the tap-room.

They emerged thence a moment later. Enjolras held in his outstretched hands the four uniforms which he had laid aside. Combeferre followed, carrying the shoulder-belts and the shakos.

“With this uniform,” said Enjolras, “you can mingle with the ranks and escape; here is enough for four.” And he flung on the ground, deprived of its pavement, the four uniforms.

No wavering took place in his stoical audience. Combeferre took the word.

“Come,” said he, “you must have a little pity. Do you know what the question is here? It is a question of women. See here. Are there women or are there not? Are there children or are there not? Are there mothers, yes or no, who rock cradles with their foot and who have a lot of little ones around them? Let that man of you who has never beheld a nurse’s breast raise his hand. Ah! you want to get yourselves killed, so do I—I, who am speaking to you; but I do not want to feel the phantoms of women wreathing their arms around me. Die, if you will, but don’t make others die. Suicides like that which is on the brink of accomplishment here are sublime; but suicide is narrow, and does not admit of extension; and as soon as it touches your neighbors, suicide is murder. Think of the little blond heads; think of the white locks.

Listen, Enjolras has just told me that he saw at the corner of the Rue du Cygne a lighted casement, a candle in a poor window, on the fifth floor, and on the pane the quivering shadow of the head of an old woman, who had the air of having spent the night in watching. Perhaps she is the mother of some one of you. Well, let that man go, and make haste, to say to his mother: ‘Here I am, mother!’ Let him feel at ease, the task here will be performed all the same. When one supports one’s relatives by one’s toil, one has not the right to sacrifice one’s self. That is deserting one’s family. And those who have daughters! what are you thinking of? You get yourselves killed, you are dead, that is well. And tomorrow? Young girls without bread—that is a terrible thing. Man begs, woman sells. Ah! those charming and gracious beings, so gracious and so sweet, who have bonnets of flowers, who fill the house with purity, who sing and prattle, who are like a living perfume, who prove the existence of angels in heaven by the purity of virgins on earth, that Jeanne, that Lise, that Mimi, those adorable and honest creatures who are your blessings and your pride, ah! good God, they will suffer hunger! What do you want me to say to you? There is a market for human flesh; and it is not with your shadowy hands, shuddering around them, that you will prevent them from entering it! Think of the street, think of the pavement covered with passers-by, think of the shops past which women go and come with necks all bare, and through the mire. These women, too, were pure once. Think of your sisters, those of you who have them. Misery, prostitution, the police, Saint-Lazare—that is what those beautiful, delicate girls, those fragile marvels of modesty, gentleness and loveliness, fresher than lilacs in the month of May, will come to. Ah! you have got yourselves killed! You are no longer on hand! That is well; you have wished to release the people from Royalty, and you deliver over your daughters to the police.

Friends, have a care, have mercy. Women, unhappy women, we are not in the habit of bestowing much thought on them. We trust to the women not having received a man’s education, we prevent their reading, we prevent their thinking, we prevent their occupying themselves with politics; will you prevent them from going to the dead-house this evening, and recognizing your bodies? Let us see, those who have families must be tractable, and shake hands with us and take themselves off, and leave us here alone to attend to this affair. I know well that courage is required to leave, that it is hard; but the harder it is, the more meritorious. You say: ‘I have a gun, I am at the barricade; so much the worse, I shall remain there.’ So much the worse is easily said. My friends, there is a morrow; you will not be here to-morrow, but your families will; and what sufferings! See, here is a pretty, healthy child, with cheeks like an apple, who babbles, prattles, chatters, who laughs, who smells sweet beneath your kiss,—and do you know what becomes of him when he is abandoned? I have seen one, a very small creature, no taller than that. His father was dead. Poor people had taken him in out of charity, but they had bread only for themselves. The child was always hungry. It was winter. He did not cry. You could see him approach the stove, in which there was never any fire, and whose pipe, you know, was of mastic and yellow clay. His breathing was hoarse, his face livid, his limbs flaccid, his belly prominent. He said nothing. If you spoke to him, he did not answer. He is dead. He was taken to the Necker Hospital, where I saw him. I was house-surgeon in that hospital. Now, if there are any fathers among you, fathers whose happiness it is to stroll on Sundays holding their child’s tiny hand in their robust hand, let each one of those fathers imagine that this child is his own. That poor brat, I remember, and I seem to see him now, when he lay nude on the dissecting table, how his ribs stood out on his skin like the graves beneath the grass in a cemetery. A sort of mud was found in his stomach. There were ashes in his teeth. Come, let us examine ourselves conscientiously and take counsel with our heart. Statistics show that the mortality among abandoned children is fifty-five per cent. I repeat, it is a question of women, it concerns mothers, it concerns young girls, it concerns little children. Who is talking to you of yourselves? We know well what you are; we know well that you are all brave, parbleu! we know well that you all have in your souls the joy and the glory of giving your life for the great cause; we know well that you feel yourselves elected to die usefully and magnificently, and that each one of you clings to his share in the triumph. Very well. But you are not alone in this world. There are other beings of whom you must think. You must not be egoists.”

All dropped their heads with a gloomy air.

Strange contradictions of the human heart at its most sublime moments. Combeferre, who spoke thus, was not an orphan. He recalled the mothers of other men, and forgot his own. He was about to get himself killed. He was “an egoist.”

Marius, fasting, fevered, having emerged in succession from all hope, and having been stranded in grief, the most sombre of shipwrecks, and saturated with violent emotions and conscious that the end was near, had plunged deeper and deeper into that visionary stupor which always precedes the fatal hour voluntarily accepted.

A physiologist might have studied in him the growing symptoms of that febrile absorption known to, and classified by, science, and which is to suffering what voluptuousness is to pleasure. Despair, also, has its ecstasy. Marius had reached this point. He looked on at everything as from without; as we have said, things which passed before him seemed far away; he made out the whole, but did not perceive the details. He beheld men going and coming as through a flame. He heard voices speaking as at the bottom of an abyss.

But this moved him. There was in this scene a point which pierced and roused even him. He had but one idea now, to die; and he did not wish to be turned aside from it, but he reflected, in his gloomy somnambulism, that while destroying himself, he was not prohibited from saving some one else.

He raised his voice.

“Enjolras and Combeferre are right,” said he; “no unnecessary sacrifice. I join them, and you must make haste. Combeferre has said convincing things to you. There are some among you who have families, mothers, sisters, wives, children. Let such leave the ranks.”

[muzzzzle]

Aesop Sharp/Garreth Weasley 🙈🙈🙈

Ok, I know what you lot might be thinking, but HEAR ME OUT ON THIS ONE! Or just give this little mischievous story a read 🌝

NSFW 🔞 MDNI

Voyeurism | "Forbidden" love | Teacher/Student relationship

— Minus twenty points to Gryffindor, Mr. Weasley. And detention. Again.

Cressida hears the heavy sigh of the Potions Master and looks at her classmate with dislike. Stupid Garreth! For seven years, he hasn’t managed to learn just to follow the recipe, almost every lesson still ends with a nearly blown-up cauldron and a sigh from Professor Sharp. And how many points has Weasley cost Gryffindor over the years! It must have been because of him that her house hadn’t won the Hogwarts Cup for a long time. However, it doesn't matter anymore. Blume adjusts her round glasses with thick lenses and shakes her head. The last year. She should focus on her research!

Cressida proudly raises her head and walks towards one of the closed, "out of order" restrooms. She likes Hogwarts, but there is definitely not enough space for independent practice here. She has to be sneaky if she wants to continue testing her theories. Previously, Professor Sharp allowed her to use his office to practice potions additionally, but after the incident in the Great Hall, when Blume was training Depulso and accidentally sent a Yorkshire pudding right in the face of the Potions Master, he changed his views on favoring her. Oh boy, did it cost Gryffindor points back then!

Cressida importantly pushes the wooden door, muttering a spell of her own composition. No one would have been able to find her cauldron under these charms — the Gryffindor was insanely proud of herself, but so far she kept these achievements secret, trusting only her diary, which she also decided to enchant from prying eyes after a certain incident in the fifth year. A cauldron is bubbling in a narrow booth on a tiny station — lately, Blume has switched exclusively from spells to improving potions. And unlike restless Weasley’s concoctions, none of them have ever exploded. However, none of them have ever improved properly either. But Cressida did not despair and persevered in her experiments.

This time, the silvery flare on the walls is cast by an invisibility potion, the effect of which usually lasts for a very short time. Blume is determined to fix this glaring flaw and extend the effect. After many attempts, she finally calculated the necessary proportions and figured out what affects the duration. Now, with a sinking heart, she pours a not-at-all-hot, playfully bubbling liquid into a prepared vial.

The girl lifts the narrow tube to the light and carefully examines its color and consistency, nodding satisfactorily and ordering the quill to make notes. The potion in the vial sparkles invitingly and Cressida, crossing her fingers on her other hand, knocks the contents into herself. It's quite dangerous to test experimental potions right away, on yourself, but Blume is ready to do anything for the sake of research .

A second later, the girl notes with pleasure that the potion still performs its function — her arms and torso are now nothing more than a slight ripple in space, much less noticeable than the usual effect of the Disillusionment charm. For the beginning, everything is going pretty well, but Cressida does not allow herself to rejoice prematurely. She marks the time to assess how much the effect has been prolonged for — the enchanted hourglass, swaying with pot-bellied sides in the air, began counting down exactly at her command. The only thing left to do is to wait a little.

Ten minutes! This is already an incredible success, the Gryffindor describes her sensations, and the quill, obediently rustling on the parchment, writes down the data. Twenty minutes. Hour. One and a half. Cressida is still invisible, the sand in the clock has long ceased to fall, the quill hovering in the air in bewilderment. Something's wrong. For some reason, it lasts for too long. Blume, worried, raises her wand and, pointing at herself, confidently says “Finite Incantatem”. Zero effect. Of course, counter-curse usually works against other charms, not potions, but it was worth a try. The girl has a spare antidote, but she is clearly not poisoned — will it work?

Three hours. The Gryffindor begins to worry a lot and gives up in an internal struggle, takes the notes and a sample, and heads to the dungeons. It's very funny to watch how students behave without noticing her. Although not everything went strictly according to plan, Blume is still pleased with herself. Surely Professor Sharp will be impressed! Maybe even let her use the potions room again.

Having got close to the slightly open doors of the classroom, Cressida slips inside, intending to raise her voice — the only thing that can give away her presence, but freezes when she sees the familiar red hair. Of course, it's already evening, and Weasley has earned himself detention. There is no sign of Potions Master within her sight — it looks like he is rummaging in his small office, and Garreth, pushing the knot of his tie a little lower, unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, exposing a sharp Adam's apple. A mischievous thought flashes through Blume's head — to make fun of a fellow student by introducing herself as the voice of conscience in his head. The fact that there is no other voice of conscience there was absolutely undoubtful to her. Almost shrieking from her own brilliant idea, she sneaks up to Garreth, but the sound of creaking hinges makes her stop — the professor, without his usual jacket and coat, in only a shirt and vest, leaves his office, raising his eyebrows at the troublemaker.

“Mr. Weasley!” the teacher's voice is not as gloomy as usual, it even seems to Cressida that there is a hint of light sadism in it. “For several weeks, classes have been held without incident, I was hoping that I wouldn't have to leave you for detention anymore!”

Garreth turns to face the professor and squints, smiling slyly. What impudence! Cressida holds her breath, waiting for the Potions Master's reaction and completely forgetting why she came here. It is unlikely that the professor will appreciate the fact that she has been shamelessly eavesdropping, taking advantage of the situation. The girl is about to open her mouth to announce her presence, but Weasley is ahead of her, for some reason raising his wand and waving it somewhere to the side.

“It seems to me, Professor, you have never really regretted it,” the door of the Potions room closes with a soft knock, light sparks run along the ornate handle — the entrance is sealed. Cressida looks back at the scene unfolding in front of her with mouth open, trying not to breathe.

The Potions Master smiles like a predator and with a frolic that is difficult to expect from a person with his injury, shortens the distance between him and the student, grabbing Garreth by the bare neck with a sinewy hand and squeezes slightly, lifting student's chin up and forcing him to back away to the professor's desk. Weasley, resting his hips on the table, exhales with a strangled wheeze, teasingly looking into the teacher's eyes, literally devouring him.

Has Sharp just attacked a student? Blume can't even move, not knowing what to do: whether to grab a wand and help Garreth — no matter how much he annoys her, the guy clearly does not deserve such a fate! But she doesn’t even have time to put her hand in the pocket to find the usual rough shaft of the wand there, as the red-haired freckled devil does something that does not fit in the head of the seventh-year — sweeping away papers and bottles behind him with one hand, he jumps onto a round table, with the other hand pulling the professor by the edge of his vest closer, so that the groins of both touch, and wraps his legs around Sharp's hips, pressing even harder, forcing the professor to loom over him. Aesop is still squeezing the student's neck, rubbing his hips against Weasley's groin, breathing noisily, and glaring at Garreth's flushed cheeks with a clouded gaze.

“You're forcing me to take serious measures, Mr. Weasley," the professor mutters hoarsely, feeling a hard lump in the other’s trousers, but not taking his eyes off the cunning squint of the Gryffindor.

The student, fidgeting with his hips on the classroom table and still throwing his neck back, squeezed by Sharp's strong hand, with dexterous long fingers Garreth fumbles for the buttons of the professor's vest and releases them one by one, brazenly withstanding the gaze boring into him. When he is finished with the buttons, Weasley rises in one sharp movement, throwing an unnecessary garment off the teacher's hunched shoulders, and presses his body against the chest of the Potions Master.

"I'm ready to accept any punishment, Professor," Garreth breathes into the teacher's face, and the next second Cressida's eyes crawl to her forehead.

Professor Sharp, a Potions Master, and an ex-Auror, pulls her classmate by the neck closer, and furiously, greedily covers Weasley's lips with his own, keeping pushing his hips forward. Both are breathing heavily and moaning hollowly, not looking away from each other, aggressively kissing and burying themselves in each other's hair. Blume is still standing a little apart, not daring to budge and realizing that she shouldn't be seeing all this, but an unfortunate (or, on the contrary, rather fortunate) viewing angle lets her see almost every movement, touch and every glare in the crazy eyes of both. Their eyes are actually quite strange as if they both had too much firewhisky. Right, maybe it's some kind of hallucination? Of course, the professor realized long ago that she was here, and now he is punishing her for her mistake with some sophisticated potion that causes visions. But if so, why is that what she sees?

Garreth greedily penetrates the teacher's mouth with his tongue again and again, unbuttoning snow-white shirt of the professor with his hands now. Sharp pushes off with a groan, removing his fingers from the red curls, and puts his palms on both sides of the student's thighs, forcing the redhead to rub against his crotch with even louder moans.

"What are you saying, Mr. Weasley?" the professor exhales in his ear in a deep, soothing voice, allowing the student to undress him, biting the lobe of his ear and feeling a shiver pass through Gareth's body from his breathing and touch. “Do you repent of what you did?”

The Gryffindor raises his clouded green eyes to the teacher and smiles ecstatically, already running his fingers over ex-Auror's chest and collarbones, and stroking his broad shoulders. Aesop catches his every move, continuing to frantically squeeze his narrow hips.

“I think you'll have to punish me a little more,” Weasley's fingers got to the heavy buckle of the professor's trousers, and now they are in full possession, greedily touching hot sensitive flesh.

Sharp whines softly, throwing his head back, letting the student take control with teasing movements for a second, but very soon pulls himself together and, gripping the burgundy tie with golden stripes, pulls it behind Garreth's back, admiring the open, sparsely freckled neck. Weasley obediently follows the insistent movement of the teacher's hand and, throwing his head back again, trembles slightly when the hot tongue of the potion maker slides up his protruding Adam's apple, leaving shiny tracks, circles his chin and, again, penetrates into his mouth.

"You don't know when to stop, Mr. Weasley. I'm afraid I'll have to teach you a lesson," the ex-Auror mutters hoarsely, tearing himself away from his student's swollen, flushed thin lips, and suddenly pulling the ribbon of his tie even tighter, squeezes the lump in the other's pants.

Garreth lets out a hoarse moan.

“Yes,” he breathes out in euphoria, feeling a frenzied excitement from the manipulations of the teacher and from the silk strip pressing on his throat slightly. “Harder.”

Sharp, smiling smugly, pulls his tie even more down, listens attentively to every wheeze, and, squeezing Weasley's crotch tighter, feels that he can barely contain his excitement himself. Releasing the burgundy strip of fabric, he takes a couple of steps away, admiring the hot young body, and throws off his trousers, revealing an impressive rock-hard cock, covered with a net of swollen veins. Cressida, who has been on the verge of fainting for a long time, barely restrains herself from crying out, covering her mouth with a sweaty palm. At the bottom of her stomach, a feeling unfamiliar to her before pulls with heat, from which her heart starts pounding faster, and her breathing quickens. Fortunately, with all the loud sighs and groans that these two make, she is the only one who can hear her breathing.

The professor, wearing only an unbuttoned shirt now, sinks into his chair, spreading his legs wide, and, wrapping a tight ring of fingers around his penis and not taking his eyes off the student, begins to move them up and down. Weasley, catching his breath and jumping off the table, immediately puts himself next to the Potions Master and kneels in front of him, his face very close to Aesop's groin.

“Let me make it up for you, professor,” having slid with his palms from the knees to the bare thighs of the teacher, he suddenly swallows the bright pink shiny head and, repeating Sharp's movements before, with wet sounds starts sucking his organ in, helping with his tongue.

Aesop, allowing the student to caress him, leans back in his chair, rolling his eyes and breathing unevenly with a muffled whistle, squeezes the armrests of the chair so that the veins on his hands seem about to burst. Weasley, who seems to be doing this not for the first time, playfully draws circles around a sensitive penis with his tongue, rising from the bottom up, paying special attention to the head, and abruptly swallows the organ as deeply as he can, knocking out an indecently loud moan from the professor. Gasping, Garrett tries to free his airways, but Sharp grabs him by the hair and holds him there, thrusting his hips deeper into his throat. After a few seconds, during which he almost finishes, he lifts the student off himself, barely allowing him to take a deep breath, and immediately kisses him hotly on the lips, insistently groping for the tongue that has just almost brought him to orgasm. But the Potions Master knows what the red-haired devil is waiting for, and has long learned to control himself. They haven't finished yet.

“Well, Mr. Weasley, I must say that you definitely know how to make amends,” the teacher gets up from his chair and, again grabbing the student by the tie, slowly lifts him up and, as if by a leash, leads him back to the table. “But your punishment is still ahead.”

Garreth, excited and ready, jumps back on the table, allowing Aesop to pull off his trousers. Sharp spreads the student's legs slightly to the sides, almost licking his lips, examining the view in front of him. With a slight movement of his hand, he opens a drawer inside the table and takes out a small bottle with a translucent viscous liquid. Generously dripping the substance directly on the student's groin, the Potions Master runs his thumb down the scrotum with reddish hairs, distributing the lubricant around the heated hole. Weasley, leaning back on the table, trembles from the cold touches, but the professor, wrapping his other hand around the student's cock, begins to slowly drive over it, forcing Garreth to relax. Aesop gently circles the edges of the shrunken rim with his thumb and, not seizing to work with his other hand, gently inserts his fingers inside, forcing the Gryffindor to emit a guttural moan of pleasure. Careful at first, finger movements are accelerated, slightly stretching everything inside. Sharp can't stand it anymore, his fingers wrapped around Garreth's organ start flying faster on it, while the ex-Auror, helping himself with his other hand, finally gets his cock in, forcing Garreth's flexible narrow back to arch towards him. Aesop, at first cautiously, but increasingly confidently driving himself into a tight hot space, feverishly wanders with his eyes over the freckled face of Weasley, who, completely surrendering to the caresses of the professor, stands up on his elbows and trustfully pushes forward.

“Yes, Professor," he whines, feeling the approach of orgasm. “I am already…”

Sharp, having accelerated, feels the penis throbbing in his hand and erupting sperm in all directions, and, now grabbing Weasley's clenched thighs with both hands, impales him on himself in a few more strong thrusts, until with a long moan of happy devastation he starts to tremble all over, fingers digging into the student's skin, undoubtedly leaving traces on it.

Like this, they stand for a few more minutes, recovering their breath. Aesop, wiping the sweat off his forehead, comes out of Garreth and, helping him up, pulls him by the hand, this time gently catching his lips. He steps aside, picks up the wand that has rolled to the side, and directs it to the sperm spreading over the sunken stomach with a few ginger hairs in the bottom. Weasley, rising after him, busily pulls on his clothes. The Potions Master, still breathing heavily, sinks into a chair, watching as the student tucks his shirt into his trousers with an expression of pleasant fatigue.

"Garreth, I'm certainly very flattered that you so often look for an excuse to get a detention with me, but maybe we should be careful," Sharp says softly, thoughtfully lowering his chin on his fist. “Let's have a couple of classes without incidents, okay?”

Weasley, pushing back the red curls stuck to his forehead with his palm, approaches the professor and, lifting his stubble-covered chin, kisses him again, slowly and sensually.

“As you say, Professor," he replies with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, hastily adding. “But this time the explosion was unintentional – it turned out that adding pickled growths of Murtlap to the Forgetfulness Potion was a bad idea.”

Sharp shakes his head kindly and watches the student's back. Cressida, flushed and pressed against the wall, prays only for the dust, that has been tickling her nostrils for several minutes now, not to make her sneeze, giving away her presence. What will the Potions Master do to her if he finds out, that she witnessed his secret meetings? At best, he will put an Obliviate on her. However, Blume would probably gladly prefer to forget about what she just saw.

After regaining his breath, the professor rises and with a wave of his wand beckons the clothes scattered on the floor to him, and returns the documents dropped by Garreth to their usual places. For a second, Cressida thinks his gaze is directed right at her, but Aesop calmly walks towards his chair again, pulls on his trousers, and heads back to his office. Seizing the moment, she takes off from her hiding place and runs out of the classroom, finding herself at the other end of the castle in a matter of minutes. It's a miracle that the ex-Auror did not notice her presence — for sure, he was too caught up in other thoughts. Cressida is still invisible, and it seems that another visit to the professor is inevitable.

But there's nothing wrong with staying invisible for a little longer. As long as she doesn’t get to witness somebody else’s secret. As for this one – she will just try to forget about it, and will definitely not tell anyone. Except for maybe her diary.

Ok, so if you got to this point, please let me know what you think, so I don't die of embarrassment 🌚🌚🌚

[randomgu7]

Spoilers for chapter 115 of the BSD manga

Do I ever actually post on this blog? No. Am I going to start? YES because someone will have to endure my rants about my current obsession even if it’s a bunch of internet strangers.

First off the whole thing with Aya and Fyodor was devastating. Sure I’m happy she’s not dead and yes I’m glad nothing bad (hopefully fingers crossed) will happen to her. But after fighting so hard to save Bram only for it to be ripped away and basically thrown back in her face like that- crazy.

Second not something I noticed at first but later realized was that Ranpo? No where to be seen. I doubt such a major character would be killed or even seriously injured off screen (off page?) but am I worried? Yes. ALSO! This ENTIRE THING would have been avoided if the ADA just listened to him! Like yeah guys let’s ignore the literal genius who hasn’t been wrong once (to my knowledge at least)

Third I have no idea what kind of plot armor Dazai or Atsushi or literally anyone but Fyodor have that can save them. They are cooked! The entire world’s population (minus Aya) COOKED! He has the one order and BASICALLY FUCKING GOD UNDER HIS CONTROL- Fukuchi was already near impossible to defeat with the one time space sword and now this singularity form is killing Hunting Dogs like NOTHING!

Fourth this is me getting a bit off track and into a theory of mine but oh well- I think that Sigma will play a key role once he wakes up at least I see that as one of the few plausible ways to defeat Fyodor because as we saw his brain was overloaded with information which caused him to faint and what if some of that information leads him to figuring out a key flaw in the plan and if not him possibly Dazai and Chuuya

Fifth OMG POOR TERUKO— like she deserves so much better her death was DEVASTATING she wasn’t my favorite of the Hunting Dogs but I still found her character and her loyalty admirable and interesting and THATS BASICALLY WHY SHE DIED- like yeah I’m sure the singularity would have killed her anyway but the way she stopped her attack because she assumed she saw Fukuchi a man she holds in such high regard makes it 10x worse

Sixth and finally dear god the ending where Fyodors like “Oh the war? Made it up lol can’t believe you’d believe that” BRO IS THE MASTER OF DECEPTION- how HOW does he do it? It’s crazy!

Will I probably do this more often now? Yeah so be prepared for my monthly rants in between my dumbass reposts- (side not my spelling sucks I’m well aware but I’m too lazy to re-read this)

[typicalopposite]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

(OMG istg if it wasn't for auto drafts I would not be making this! I was almost done and accidently erased the whole thing! but it had auto saved! So here we are!)

Ooooo! I love theseeeeeee! Thank you @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag! :)

How many works do you have on ao3?

102 :) maybeeeeeeee (definitely) about to be 103 ;)

What's your total ao3 word count?

458,418!! O.o

What fandoms do you write for?

Quite a few! Let's go back from newest to oldest shall we? 9-1-1, RWRB, Shameless, The Untamed (nothing posted yet), Stranger Things, Starsky & Hutch, The Musketeers (BBC), Our Flag Means Death, AAAAAAND Supernatural! :)

Top five fics by kudos:

Zahra Deserves a Raise (RWRB)

Saved By (Not) An Angel (Supernatural)

A Summer Scandal (RWRB)

take my hand (i'll take the lead) (9-1-1)

The Royal American Wedding (Planner) (RWRB)

Do you respond to comments?

YESS!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

OOOOOOF That's easy! Smoke Gets In Your Eyes (Supernatural) It's part of an equally angst, and frustratingly unfinished, series... and is the last one so far... so it's left very cliff hanger-y :(

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

OOOOOOF! AGAIN! That's hard because I try to always have happy endings (minus the previously mentioned story...) Ummmmmm... I'll sayyyyyy Three Days (RWRB) because of how incredibly UNhappy it is in the beginning! LOL

Do you get hate on fics?

oh god I'm scared to jinx myself, but I haven't yet! O.o

Do you write smut?

Ehhhhhh.... very very tame

Craziest crossover:

haven't done one :(

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! :) Zahra Deserves a Raise is translated in Chinese! :)

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep! With @scripted-downfall quite a few actually! And Smoke Gets in Your Eyes is one of them :)

All time favorite ship?

I plead the fifth, you can not make me answer this!

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

ack! it feels like all of them that prior to 9-1-1 and my RWRB Big Bang Fic :( but in reality probably the sister fic I made for Feast Your Black Eyes (Supernatural) :(

What are your writing strengths?

I honestly don't know! I have a few comments saying my characterization is good... soooooo I'll go with that! O.o

What are your writing weaknesses?

: ; , - () ... <- *insert big MASSIVE middle finger emoji* I swear I'll just be putting them in text and I have no idea which one should be there or not... I just take pick them at random

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Should be handled with care (when writing)

First fandom you wrote in?

Supernatural (posted) Starsky & Hutch (in Docs)

Favorite fic you've written?

I plead the fifth... again!

No, ok, Three Days (that was a whole ride!! OMG) AND in a perfect world (9-1-1) I literally wrote this with only the kiss scene and like a handful of scene packs and fanfiction

and now to taggggggg @scripted-downfall, @luainthewild, @meraki-yao, aaaand @windwardstar :)

[rubymoon-snape]

Disclaimer: I don't own Voltron Legendary Defender

Author Note: This is pre-canon, where the Blades are raising Keith and Pidge at headquarters, and the two are best friends with Regris, who is just a bit older than Keith. In this AU, Keith is five, and Pidge is two. This is also Thulaz.

"Cosmo"

The Blades, specifically the five highest ranking ones, were wrapped around the tiny fingers of their three kits. It was natural for Krolia to be partial to Keith and Pidge, but when the pack brought Regris into their pack, Krolia adopted him as one of her kits as well.

Keith's fifth birthday was approaching, and Krolia took him on a trip to Earth. The duo had returned with a small wolf pup in tow. It turned out to be a cosmic wolf pup that had bonded with Keith, and now, the two were inseparable. Wherever Keith was, the wolf was too, even in the nest.

Kolivan, Antok, Thace, and Ulaz truly didn't mind the inclusion of the wolf into their pack. He was a member of their pack as much as Keith, Regris, and Pidge were. Speaking of the baby, she was two and completely curious about everything, including the wolf pup, who grew quickly and was soon big enough for all three kits to nap against him at the same time.

The wolf was given the name Cosmo and had wormed his way into everyone's hearts. Keith had taken to even riding him in the smaller training hall. However, what warmed everyone's hearts was his interactions with the smallest kit. Thace and Ulaz were initially worried about their baby, but both kit and wolf showed them they had nothing to worry about. Cosmo was extremely gentle with Pidge, no matter what the kit did.

It was even cute when the kits and wolf played with each other. It was during one of these times, when Thace was watching them, that they discovered that the wolf could teleport, which surprised him. Thace had panicked over losing Krolia's beloved kits and didn't want to be the one to tell her. He made calls to the other members of the pack (minus Krolia) to see if they knew where Keith and Pidge (and Cosmo) were. Fortunately, Kolivan told him that the three were safe. Kolivan had been startled when Keith, Pidge, and the wolf had appeared in his office, ending up in the nest he kept in his office for his pack members.

It was even more shocking when Krolia encouraged Cosmo to turn it into a game. She would actually tell the wolf to teleport Keith, Regris, and/or Pidge somewhere, and she would seek them out. Of course, there were places that were off limits like the hangar and any ships that were there, but that still left a large section of headquarters to search, which was the reason why mother and kits (and wolf) were napping in the familial nest before the evening meal.

However, when Ulaz and Thace checked in on the group, they could not see their baby. They started to panic before they saw something adorable. Pidge was curled up on top of Cosmo, nestled in the blue fur, asleep.

Fin

@chibi-pix

[rainswhenyourehere]

⋆ this kid is out ⋆

characters ☆ alexander hamilton, thomas jefferson, george washington, james madison pairings ☆ alexander hamilton & thomas jefferson, alexander hamilton & george washington

tws ☆ fainting, sleep deprivation

whumpcember day 7. fainting pt. 2 of day 6: nightmares i'm going to do one more fic for whumpcember, i think? but otherwise this was it - i def don't have the time, motivation and inspiration to be a completionist lmao

fic under cut

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Alexander winced as he entered his office, the bright lights were piercing, increasing the pounding of his head. Despite taking Jefferson’s advice and sleeping for a while, his exhaustion still lingered. Well, he did suppose that a few hours of fragmented - very fragmented - rest wouldn’t fix nearly an entire week of sleeplessness.

“Alexander,” he turned around upon hearing his name. That was a voice he would recognize even in his sleep, and he gave a small bow.

“Sir,” he addressed before straightening his back. Washington smiled slightly, looking around. However, his smile faded as he took in the surroundings. Alexander followed Washington’s gaze, his blood running cold. The office was a mess, papers and ink everywhere. He could hear a sigh, and he shifted his attention to Washington again. “Sir, I can explain, I– yesterday—”

Washington lifted a hand, cutting him off. Alexander shut his mouth, nodding slightly as he bit his lip, anxiety brewing.

“I won’t ask, but I’m going to assume it wasn’t something serious,” Washington said, staring at Alexander, who shifted uncomfortably. “You can speak to me, you know that, right?”

“Yes, sir,” he answered, his eyes fixed on the floor.

Washington sighed again. Alexander tried to not think about the pity that probably lingered in the other’s eyes. “There’s a cabinet meeting this afternoon, I suggest you clean this up before that.”

“Yes, sir,” Alexander mumbled again as Washington left. After the door was closed, he walked over to his chair, slumping down in it, closing his eyes. A deep exhale escaped his lips, his mind wandering.

After a while, he pulled himself up, opening his eyes with a groan. There were documents to be organized, letters to be copied. Slowly, he crouched down, gathering the papers on the floor, the events of last night flashing in his mind. Alexander shook his head, waving the thoughts off. He needed to focus on work right now.

Alexander stood up and placed the pile of papers on his desk. He would go through them later. For now, he put his old inkwell aside, grabbing a spare one and opening it. Then he took his quill, an empty page of paper and got to work, starting to rewrite the letters stained with ink with shaky hands.

✮

Alexander was in the middle of his fifth letter when he remembered to check the time: three minues until the cabinet meeting. Instantly, panic kicked in and he rushed to his feet, cursing under his breath. However, the rapid motion caused his head to swim, the world spinning around. Alexander grasped his desk, closing his eyes for a while. His headache had only worsened, not to mention the fatigue in his limbs.

Still, he forced himself to make his way to the cabinet meeting, each step carefully and slowly taken in order to not cause further dizziness.

Silently, he stumbled into the room. Most of the people were already there, but they were missing some. That was good, Alexander remarked as he sat down in his chair next to Washington. He wasn’t too early or too late.

Alexander placed his elbows on the table, intertwining his fingers as he supported his head with his hands. His ears were ringing, the loud hum of chattering fading into the background.

Washington said something, but Alexander wasn’t quite sure what. He opted on a slight nod, and soon raised voices rang out. Washington must’ve started the meeting. Alexander simply winced. The arguing – especially combined with the heated air in the room – did nothing to help his pounding head.

“—ary Hamilton, your opinion on the matter?” it took Alexander a while to even comprehend the question. Carefully, he opened his eyes, placing his hands on the table as he stood up. His gaze was blurry, and Alexander blinked a few times, trying to get his eyes to focus.

What he had not expected though, was for black spots to invade his vision, sudden waves of nausea making their way through his body. The floor seemed to sway under his feet as all air was sucked away from him.

“I— I think—,” he made out, his voice weak, before he registered falling forward. And then it was all black.

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Hamilton had been showing signs since he first stepped into the room, unresponsive, his steps faltering. Thomas had nodded at him, but Hamilton’s eyes had stayed unfocused, always staring ahead.

Thomas’s worry had only grown upon seeing how pale the other looked, the bags under his eyes visible in the broad daylight. Hamilton had leaned forward, shaking.

“Alexander? Is everything alright?” Washington had leaned in to ask, and the only response had been an almost unnoticeable nod. After that Washington had started the meeting, but Thomas had zoned out, his thoughts racing.

“Secretary Hamilton, your opinion on the matter?” Washington’s voice had snapped Thomas back to reality, and he had fixed his eyes on the younger, his brows furrowing as Hamilton stood up, swaying slightly.

Tension had hung heavy in the room as Hamilton stood, blinking. Whispers started to arise, but all Thomas could focus on was the way all color had drained from Hamilton’s face.

Hamilton had stuttered something, his voice quiet. Then his eyes had rolled back before his knees gave in, his body collapsing to the floor.

Time seemed to stop. Thomas’s expression grew from disbelief to horror as he rushed to Hamilton’s side, not caring about what others may think.

“Hamilton!” Thomas shouted, shaking the other, panic gnawing at him. Washington lowered himself next to Thomas, placing one hand on the secretary of state’s shoulder, the other on Hamilton’s neck.

“It’s not a fever,” Washington noted, and Thomas looked at him with surprise. Washington sounded like this had happened many times before. “Do you have any idea of his sleeping schedule nowadays, secretary Jefferson?”

“I’m not— I don’t—,” Thomas stuttered, taken aback as memories from this morning surfaced. “He— I suppose he’s been staying up quite late.”

“That explains it,” Washington said, sighing as Hamilton cracked his eyes open at last. Thomas let out a breath of relief, but curiosity, worry and confusion stayed.

“S– Sir?” Hamilton’s eyes widened in recognition, and he stumbled to stand up. However, one hand soon flew up to his head as he leaned towards Thomas, who catched him carefully.

“Take it easy, Alex,” Washington urged, accepting a glass of water from Madison and placing it down on the table. Thomas aided Hamilton back into his chair before stepping away. “There’s no rush, no one’s watching.”

Surprised, Thomas lifted his gaze. Sure enough, everyone but James had left. Thomas shot him a pointed glance, and received a shoulder shrug accompanied by a small smile.

“Alexander, when was the last time you slept?” Washington’s stern voice snapped Thomas’s attention back to Hamilton, who bit his lip, fiddling with the sleeves of his jacket.

“This morning?” he offered, voice quivering. Washington sighed.

“For how long? How many hours?” Thomas’s eyes widened as Hamilton lifted two fingers. Even he had gotten five hours of sleep. However, Washington didn’t seem fazed and simply continued the gentle questioning.

“Alexander, how many hours have you gotten in the past week? Including the two hours from this morning,” he said easily, as if this was all muscle memory. Thomas furrowed his eyebrows. Did this really happen a lot?

Hamilton paused for a while, thinking. His eyes darted around and he bit his lip again, his hand twitching. Hesitantly, he raised three fingers - no, three and a half - and turned his head away, averting Washington’s eyes.

Thomas froze. His brains were struggling to digest this information - three and a half hours? In a week? The longest he had gone without sleeping for at least five hours was two days - something he was never doing again, because it felt like shit.

“Is there something that’s bothering you?” Washington tone was soft, and Hamilton turned his head back. His mouth opened but then closed again, his gaze flickering between Thomas and Washington.

The latter sighed, glancing at Thomas. “Everything’s alright now, secretary Jefferson. You can take your leave.”

Thomas nodded, turned around, when Hamilton spoke up.

“No.”

“What?” Washington and Thomas asked at the same time, both turning around to look at the youngest. Hamilton shifted under the attention, lowering his gaze.

“I don’t— want— can he stay?” he asked of Washington, careful. The president’s eyes widened in curious surprise before he nodded.

“Of course, if that’s what you want,” he assured, motioning for Thomas to come back. He obeyed, taking a few steps forward before stopping. Silence hung in the air for a while before Washington cleared his throat. “So— Alex. Your sleep schedule.”

Hamilton closed his eyes, flinched a little before muttering something almost incomprehensible. “It’s John again.”

Washington lifted his eyebrows before nodding slowly, sighing. “The stress?”

“Mhm,” a nod.

“You need to rest, Alex,” Washington said. Hamilton let out a small groan, his shoulders dropping. “I know I say this every time, but your health comes before your work. It’s only luck that you didn’t work yourself sick this time.”

“I can keep track of my health,” Hamilton’s tone was defensive, but Washington shook his head.

“That did not show last time, did it? Do you need me to remind you how you fainted in the midst of talking to me and had to stay in bed for a week due to your high fever?” he asked bluntly. Hamilton seemed taken aback, blinking rapidly. “You know your immune system isn’t the best due to your… past, so please, take care of yourself. Work and financial plans aren’t that important.”

“I’m getting better!” Hamilton blurted out, and Washington tilted his head. The former exchanged a glance with Thomas, who nodded despite the new information occupying his thoughts. Hamilton smiled. “I’m— getting more rest.”

Washington’s eyes followed Hamilton’s, landing on Thomas. Then, he chuckled, placing a hand on Hamilton’s shoulder. “I’m glad to hear. Go take a nap in your office, yeah? I’m sure secretary Jefferson can accompany you.”

With that, he took his leave, motioning for Madison to follow him.

“We better get going, huh?” Hamilton asked, standing up carefully, turning towards Thomas. The latter stumbled a little, snapping out of his daze.

“What? Oh, yeah. Yeah, of course,” he mumbled, walking over to support Hamilton, who inspected him with raised brows. “What?”

“What is it?” Hamilton asked, and Thomas sighed. This man was too smart for his own good.

“It’s nothing, just— you don’t seem to be very good at taking care of yourself, are you?” he said, watched Hamilton’s brows furrow before anxiety kicked in. “Fuck— I didn’t mean that in a bad way– I just- I didn’t know—”

To his surprise, however, Hamilton chuckled. “No, it’s all good. I do suppose I lose track of… things sometimes, but I assure you it’s not as serious as Washington made it sound like.”

This caused a sigh of relief from Thomas, and he decided to trust Hamilton this time. “Thank god. Let’s go now, shall we?”

Hamilton nodded, leaning onto Thomas a little as they made their way to Hamilton’s office. Thomas noted the now-clean floor, but saw the stack of documents on the table. He shook his head. Not important.

Hamilton lowered himself onto the couch, laying down. He watched Thomas for a while before yawning, his eyes falling shut.

“Don’t leave?” he slurred sleepily. Thomas smiled.

“I won’t, Hamilton. Sleep well,” he said, pulling the chair next to the couch and grabbing an interesting book from the bookshelf. He was just about to open it when Hamilton whispered his final words before falling asleep.

“Alex. Call me Alex.”

[seitmai]

But before he could say it back, she'd fallen asleep. Her soft snores echoing around the room and he smiled, closing his eyes and leaning his head back onto the pillow with a smug smile.

The falling back asleep really sounds like me haha

Honestly, he thought he would've been the first one to say it. Everyone knew how badly he was in love with Y/N. It was written in every inch of his being: in his smile, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the little flutter of excitement inside of him whenever she did something cute like this. When he looked at her, he felt like the luckiest guy alive.

🥰🥺🥰🥺

She was halfway through tying up the shirt of her uniform when Bob knelt on the mattress and slapped her hand away so he could do it for her.

That is such a cute little domestic moment 🥰

Between them, the worship was reciprocal. That never had happened before. For either of them.

🤤🥰🤤🥰

Bob stared at her in shock for a moment, not quite comprehending what had just occurred. "We broke the bed? We really broke the damn bed?!" He exclaimed in bewilderment. "That's not a thing that actually happens. That's a porn thing."

This made me giggle 😂

"I'm mortified."

It's so cute that he is so mortified 😂🥹

Cradling his head in her hands, she pressed a quick kiss to his lips, before saying in a soft tone, "I'm sure." With a slight pout, she added playfully, "But to make it up to me, we could carry on with our activities, huh?"

That's the least he can do 😏

"Bobby-boy, what a stud!"

He sure is 😏🤭

Phoenix let out a bark of laughter and bumped her shoulder into Y/N's. "Didn't know Floyd had it in him." "You'd be surprised." "Oh?" "He's not so shy at home."

Not holding back 😅

Free massages were the best, Bob knew that for a fact now. Her hands were always on him, and he only had to give her a look - one with wide eyes and a slight nodding of his head towards the point of tension - and she was soothing his aches without another word spoken. He was spoiled enough that sometimes, like now, he didn't even need to give her a look.

Damn I need that too

Natasha grinned, took a swig of her beer, took one last look at how pink Bob's ears were and changed the subject. The private life of her backseater was something she'd always love teasing him about but, because he'd become a brother to her, she didn't want to hear all the scandalous details.

Oh I love their dynamic 🥰

Another - more prominent - part of him, hated it. He tried to deny it and laugh it off, but they kept saying. It made him feel a little guilty since it was a look into his and his girlfriend's sex life, and that wasn't a gentlemanly thing to speak about with your friends. No matter how hot it had been.

I love that he is so torn Bout what this could mean and just shoes how thoughtful an considerate he is 🥹

"I know. When I first met Bobby-boy, he never joined in on the borderline offensive jokes we tell." His fingers tapped against the wood. "Don't tell him this, I'll kill you if you do, but he's kind of all I want to be in life. Funny, smart, kind, got a great girl, good job that he's great, probably the best, at - again, I'll murder you if you say one word of this."

I loved this heart to heart minus the death threat lol

Hangman gave her a smile, a real, genuine smile - a rare sight - before continuing, "I can see the white picket fence already. While you're buying a cat or pushing out a baby, I'll still be... leaving people hanging."

🥺🥺🥺

Phoenix had a lunch date with a girl she met at the gym so she wanted to ensure she had enough beauty sleep to woo that babe.

Oh she doesn't need that🤭

Coyote didn't want to be fifth wheeling.

Literally me with my friends hahah

Summary: In the comfort of his relationship, Bob gets a bit excited when his girlfriend first admits she loves him and unknowingly convinces her to be hours late for work.

After an incident that causes her bed to break, Bob is mortified but still deals with the teasing he gets from his friends when they grab drinks at the Hard Deck later that day.

Tags:Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Breaking the Bed, Love Confessions, IKEA, Drinking

Music recommendation: Be My Baby by The Ronettes

Top Gun: Maverick, Robert "Bob" Floyd Masterlist - here

Previous chapter - Tense

A normal day started with an early morning for Bob. He'd always been a morning person. Always. Yet, these days he found it harder to get out of bed because that meant leaving behind his sleeping girlfriend.

"You're so mean, Lieutenant," Y/N whined, her voice sleepy and hoarse as he tried to sneak out of bed as quietly as possible. She'd woken to the sudden change of temperature. The furnace she'd been sleeping on had decided that going for a run at five in the morning was more appealing than keeping her warm. "Do you like it when I freeze to death? Am I doomed to catch hypothermia?" She pouted from under the blankets, reaching out to press her cool hands against his bare chest.

"You're so dramatic," he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Well, I am cold."

Fully opening her eyes, she looked up through her lashes at him, giving him puppy dog eyes and grasping onto his hands to pull him closer. "R2 please..."

He rolled his eyes and gave in. How could he not when she looked at him that way? He was just a man, after all, and it would take a god's will to resist such a request.

With a faux annoyed huff, Bob got back into bed and was instantly squished as Y/N flopped her entire body on top of him. At first, he pretended to be rather nonchalant about the whole thing but when Y/N tucked her head into the crook of his neck, he couldn't keep up the facade any longer. His one hand rested on the midpoint of her spine while the other drummed a rhythm on her ass cheek.

"What song today?" She asked, and like usual, he decided to quietly sing along to his pats.

🎵The night we met I knew I needed you so

And if I had the chance I'd never let you go

So won't you say you love me?

I'll make you so proud of me

We'll make 'em turn their heads every place we go🎵

"Oh baby," she cooed in reply, giggling and pressing soft kisses along his jawline.

🎵So won't you, please

Be my little baby?

Say you'll be my darlin'

Be my baby now🎵

His voice was low and gruff and he could feel her smile against his skin.

While he sang, Bob swayed them side to side as if he was rocking her back to sleep. Her droopy eyes were looking at him with such love and devotion he felt himself melt into a pile of gooey goo.

🎵I'll make you happy, baby, just wait and see

For every kiss you give me, I'll give you three🎵

To go along with the song, he gave her three pecks. One on the forehead, then her nose, then finally, her lips. Her head came up from his neck to look up at him, her chin on her folded hands on his chest.

🎵Oh, since the day I saw you

I have been waiting for you

You know I will adore you 'til eternity🎵

All she could do was dreamily beam at him. His voice may not have been the most professional sounding, but damn she loved to listen to it. It was sweet, calming and made her want to stay wrapped up forever in his embrace.

🎵So won't you, please

Be my little baby?

Say you'll be my darlin'

Be my baby now🎵

Y/N often reminisced on their meeting. These last few months would've been very different if she'd turned him away when he asked in that incredibly shy voice of his, "Sorry, ma'am, am I too late?"

If she'd had said that he was, she'd never know what a WSO was, or the diner on the corner of Magnolia was sort of overpriced, or that that shy guy that interrupted her lunch break fucks like a machine and is the sweetest man she'd ever met.

🎵So come on and, please

Be my little baby?

Say you'll be my darlin'

Be my baby now🎵

This was definitely better than going for a run.

As he finished his tune, she buried herself into his neck again, snuggling as close as physically possible before sighing and saying, "Love you." And Bob was sure that this moment would be etched inside of his memory for eternity. Because this, right here, was everything.

But before he could say it back, she'd fallen asleep. Her soft snores echoing around the room and he smiled, closing his eyes and leaning his head back onto the pillow with a smug smile.

Honestly, he thought he would've been the first one to say it. Everyone knew how badly he was in love with Y/N. It was written in every inch of his being: in his smile, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the little flutter of excitement inside of him whenever she did something cute like this. When he looked at her, he felt like the luckiest guy alive.

And maybe he was, because she loved him back. That thought alone brought a small blush to his cheeks.

When her alarm clock went off a couple of hours later, she groaned at the loud noise. "Five more minutes," she mumbled, still half asleep and clinging onto him like a koala bear as she hit snooze, her face still pressed deeply into his neck.

Bob hadn't fallen back asleep. No, he stayed awake and had been running his hand through her hair as he watched her sleep, listening to the soothing sound of her breathing. He wasn't even thinking anymore; all his thoughts just floated aimlessly in his mind but he knew they all started with her name.

"Darlin, you gotta get up now," he whispered. With a loud groan, she pulled away from him, rested her head on her left arm and glared up at him with bleary eyes. He grinned. "Good morning, grumpy."

"I think we should quit our jobs and become hermits."

"We'd both go mad."

She yawned, stretching her arms above her head before rolling her shoulders and letting out a long deep breath. She blinked slowly, trying to wake up faster, and when that didn't seem to work, she sat up straight with a huff and pushed her tangled hair out of her face.

"Gimme a kiss," she demanded, and Bob obliged without hesitation, pressing a gentle kiss to her mouth. He broke the kiss and ran his hands through her hair, smoothing it down with a loving touch.

"Happier?"

"Much."

They shared another quick kiss before Y/N hopped off the bed and began putting on clothes. She was halfway through tying up the shirt of her uniform when Bob knelt on the mattress and slapped her hand away so he could do it for her.

As soon as the perfect bow had been completed, he smoothed any crinkles with gentle brushes of his palm and beamed up at her. "Beautiful as always," he complimented. Y/N grinned back and leaned down to kiss him once more, which gave him the perfect opportunity to mumble those three words against her lips. "I love you."

"I can't leave for work now. That would be a sin. Only an asshole would leave now."

Filled to the brim with happiness, she playfully pushed him until he hit the mattress. He landed on his back with a yelp of surprise, his eyes widening as she climbed on top of him and pinned him down. Admittedly, he was stronger than her and could break the grapple at any moment, but he was too entranced to even think of doing that.

A giggle escaped her throat as he stared up at her adoringly, a smirk tugging at his lips that she had to kiss away before he got too full of himself - which was unlikely, but she just wanted an excuse to kiss him (not that she needed one). Her fingers traced along his stubbled jaw, her nails lightly scratching against his warm skin.

"Baby, baby, baby... you're going to be late," Bob muttered breathlessly, pulling her hand away from his face and bringing her palm up to his lips. She hummed with slight annoyance, but soon got over it as she moved her lips to his neck and he became mush beneath her.

Against his skin, Y/N mumbled, "I'm the boss. I'll just tell Ramona to do my early morning sessions because I'm too busy showing my very hot boyfriend how much I love him," and realised that, yeah, she could do that. She would do that!

Rather abruptly, she sat up and leant to reach her phone on the bedside table as Bob stared dumbly in utter shock, his mind having yet processed that she was being serious. With a giddy expression on her face, Y/N quickly typed out a text and, as soon as it was done, threw her phone somewhere so she could get back to giving Bob her full attention.

"A bit shitty of me to do it over text but Ramona does have a tendency to yap on and on." She returned her focus to her boyfriend who was staring at her incredulously. "Now where were we, Lieutenant?"

Teasingly, Y/N ran her nails down his chest and stomach, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps and shivers in her wake, a goofy grin spreading across his handsome face. Then she lowered herself so she could kiss up his abs and declare her love after each peck she placed on his body, all the while her thumbs were drawing circles on his sides.

Although he usually liked taking the lead, he would be lying if he claimed that he didn't adore all the attention she gave him. In past relationships he'd always been the giver. Being the receiver used to make him feel selfish, but now, he enjoyed the feeling. This woman made him feel as though he was worth every ounce of affection and attention she bestowed upon him.

Between them, the worship was reciprocal. That never had happened before. For either of them.

He let out a small whimper as she continued to place feathery kisses up to his neck until she landed on his cheek and lingered there for a moment before pulling back to see how flushed he'd become. The simple answer was very flushed. His entire being practically glowed with the amount of love she lavished upon him.

"God help me," he whispered mostly to himself, grabbing at her waist and holding her tight. He never wanted this to end. "You don't understand how much I need you."

Smiling coyly, Y/N teased, "No. I don't. So why don't you show me then?"

With one swift motion, Bob flipped them over so that he was hovering over her, one hand supporting his weight as the other found its way into her underwear and started rubbing slow circles against her clit.

"I can't wait to be inside of you," he told her with such passion, such intensity, that he could have sworn her eyes darkened considerably before the same lightning bolt shot through him, burning itself deeper and hotter.

"Why wait?" She replied huskily, reaching up to cup his face in her hand and pulling him down into another searing kiss that was filled with longing and heat and passion and love. He was completely lost in her, addicted and unable to stop, that his body moved on autopilot to rid them of their remaining clothes.

Completely emotional and physically bare, Y/N moaned into his mouth as Bob slid his cock into her warm wetness, the feeling of it hitting her walls filling her with pure ecstasy and satisfaction. Yet, he didn't move. Instead, he held steady above her as their heavy breathing filled the air, their eyes locked together as she grabbed onto his shoulders for support, their noses nudging against each other's in a tender gesture.

Neither said a single word. Their bodies spoke louder than words ever could. There was no need to. They understood one another just fine.

The look in Bob's eyes had her heart melting. It was the kind of look that made her feel like she was the most important person in the world to him. The feeling only intensified when he bent down and gently kissed her cheek, murmuring sweet nothings to her softly, as if she were a delicate little flower petal ready to fall apart at a mere wind. His words were soft whispers, barely audible even in silence, his voice soft and hoarse, yet laced with meaning.

After what felt like forever and no time at all, Bob finally started to begin thrusting, deep, short movements that ensured that she was constantly filled by him. "Taking all of me so good..." he rasped, his grip around her waist tightening. "I'm so deep inside you right now, darlin'. You like being filled, huh?"

Y/N nodded eagerly, her legs wrapping around his hips. There was barely enough room between their bodies but she made sure they were pressed as close together as possible and she gripped tightly onto his upper biceps, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Talk to me, baby."

"Feel full, Bobby."

"Bobby?"

If she wasn't focused on how good she was feeling, she would've rolled her eyes. A good natured roll, but a roll nonetheless.

"Lieutenant. Feels good, so full, Lieutenant, please--"

"That's better. Now, you gotta open your eyes."

She did so, and found the image so jaw dropping hot that she was glad she did as he said. He looked gorgeous. Sweaty, messy hair, a flushed face, a satisfied smile that shone through despite the fact he was biting his lip trying to control himself, eyes dark with lust as he watched her reaction.

"So beautiful... pretty," she breathed out with a dreamy sigh, her fingers running through his curls as she admired every line of his face with utmost admiration. His cheeks flamed at the praise and her words, but she knew he loved it. As did she.

His smile widened and he began increasing the force of each thrust he took until both his hands had found purchase on the headboard, gripping it tight as he grunted, his brows furrowing as he tried desperately not to lose control before she did. His movements became deeper, yet not necessarily more rough, as if he was attempting to prolong the pleasure for her sake.

And oh, the pleasure was glorious. It seemed that nothing compared to feeling her lover's big cock filling her up to the hilt, stretching her walls and making her want more if that was even possible. Her back arched off of the bed in a desperate attempt to get closer to him.

"You feel so good wrapped around me, babe. You're so tight... I'm so glad, so fucking glad, that you stayed home. Stayed home so I can fuck your brains out," he groaned lowly, almost growling as he increased the speed of his strokes, his fingers digging into the headboard until...

Crack!

The wooden panel of the headboard cracked in two under Bob's grip. "Oh shit!" He gasped, his eyes widening in alarm as he stopped to inspect the damage he'd done to her bed. And now the bed had stopped moving, a panel below them also gave in and broke away, causing the structure of the entire frame to collapse. Y/N let out an amused yelp as the mattress dropped to the ground with a loud thunk.

Sorry to her neighbours.

Bob stared at her in shock for a moment, not quite comprehending what had just occurred. "We broke the bed? We really broke the damn bed?!" He exclaimed in bewilderment. "That's not a thing that actually happens. That's a porn thing."

Y/N couldn't contain herself. After the initial shock passed, she laughed with delight. He looked absolutely mortified and she thought it was adorable.

"Robert Francis Floyd, the bedbreaker!"

"I'm mortified."

Soothingly, she brought her hand to his spine and pulled him down to rest on top of her, her palm sliding along his bare back as she kissed his cheek over and over again, reassuring, "I needed to get a new one anyway, don't worry about it, my love."

"I'll go to IKEA while you're at work and I'll have it built by the time you get home. I promise."

"You're so good to me, Lieutenant."

"You're not mad? At all?" He asked her, genuinely surprised as he lifted his gaze to stare into her eyes once again. "You sure?"

Why would she be mad? It was an accident. The bed was old. And he had been making her feel so good beforehand. And it was hot. So, no. She wasn't mad. Not in the slightest.

Cradling his head in her hands, she pressed a quick kiss to his lips, before saying in a soft tone, "I'm sure." With a slight pout, she added playfully, "But to make it up to me, we could carry on with our activities, huh?"

His expression lit up immediately at that suggestion. She was right. The bed was already broken, but it still worked even though it was on the floor. It would be unfortunate to stop now.

To entice him even further - not that she needed to, just wanted to - Y/N breathed against his ear, "Later when they ask where I've been at work, I could explain how my big, tough Navy man is so strong that he broke our bed and continued pounding me until I came on his big, thick cock." She turned on her doe eyes and caressed his biceps before adding, "They'd be so jealous, Lieutenant."

"Baby..." Bob muttered as his cock throbbed painfully at her words. The effect she had on him was undeniable and without fail, she would always have his complete and undivided attention. "I was planning on making love to you, but if you want to get fucked, that's what is going to happen," he said with a grin, his fingers starting to explore the length of her thigh, his breath hot across her neck before continuing, "Do you want to get fucked?"

By the lust so clear on her face, he knew the answer was a resounding yes, yet he waited until she said her answer out loud. "Yes baby, want you, want it so badly."

Who was he to refuse?

Plus, he was close before everything came crashing down. So close. And, after everything they'd built up, they needed a release.

Without warning, he thrust all the way back into her, causing her to sharply inhale and bite her lower lip to suppress the scream of pleasure that threatened to escape from her mouth. This time, his strokes were faster and rougher, his fingers gripping her hip bone hard as he haphazardly sucked on her neck, claiming her in the most carnal manner possible.

He could hear her gasp, taste the saltiness of her sweat mixed with the sweetness of her desire. Every fibre of his body craved her so much, so deeply, that it felt like a burning pain. The heat was searing. The flames were licking at his insides, making him burn. It was torture. But it didn't matter. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, and neither was Y/N.

"Look up at me," he demanded softly, wanting to look into her eyes. Then she did just that, looking up at him through hazy eyes, her cheeks flushed from pleasure, her lips swollen red from all the kisses she'd given. "Hi darlin."

"Hi baby."

Her face immediately softened and she leant into his hand as soon as he placed it upon her jawline, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. And when her moans increased and her jaw dropped, he slid his thumb over her bottom lip until she took it into her mouth.

"That's my girl," he whispered to her, his voice low and hoarse because of how hard he was making her moan. "Let all those pretty, pretty noises come out. Let me feel it."

So, Y/N did exactly as she was told. She released every raw and needy and desperate noise out in the open, and Bob heard every single one with every single fibre of his being. They filled their whole room, reverberating loudly from walls and ceiling as it echoed around the space like the cries of a million angels crying out for salvation. For mercy, for peace and for love. For him.

"Darlin, I'm not going to last much longer..." His voice sounded strained, desperate, and utterly wrecked as he removed hand from her face to rub circles on her clit once more. She gasped at the sensation but then went completely slack in bliss, unable to resist the pleasurable feelings exploding inside her with every stroke he made. "Shit. Fuck. Yeah... god yes.. that feels amazing. Just. Oh my god."

If she told any of his friends that he had such a foul mouth, they'd never believe her.

Even the incoherent syllables he uttered when he came sounded as if they were supposed to be swear words. It felt like someone had opened a dam inside of him and allowed its contents to flood freely, spilling out of him as he rode her through ecstasy and satisfaction.

It wasn't long after he climaxed that his body collapsed onto her chest, his breathing heavy, his body limp. Y/N ran a loving hand through his hair, gently combing the strands away from his sweaty forehead, smiling at his

flushed state. It was a sight to behold and she loved it. He had this sexy side to him.

No one else got to see it but her. It was a privilege, really. One that only she could enjoy.

Once she went to open her mouth to speak, he playfully warned, "Don't say it," and rolled onto his side.

"Say what, R2?"

"Stop it."

"All I was -"

"No."

"Going to say -"

"Seriously."

" Is that R2D2 -"

"Y/N, you gotta stop saying this every time we have sex."

Smirking, she proudly announced, "R2D2 can fuck." Bob let out a groan, pressing his hands to his face, hiding the pink hue he was quickly turning. Y/N giggled at his antics and wrapped her arms tightly around his torso, bringing him closer so she could annoy him by placing loud "Mwah"'s all over his cheeks. He retaliated by pinching her thighs which only made her laughter grow louder.

Eventually, the teasing ended and the pair were left in comfortable silence, simply holding each other's hand and listening to the sound of their soft breathing. A peaceful moment between them that reminded both of them how blessed they both are. To have a life and share it with someone who loves and accepts them for who they truly are.

With a light sigh, Bob leaned over her and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You're seriously late for work," he chuckled.

"I am."

Fine. Maybe it was time to get ready for work. Y/N got up with a groan and began getting changed again. Would you believe it? Bob pulled the same stunt again and tugged her forward so he could do up her shirt for her. As he kissed her, she said, "Don't," the moment she knew he was going to repeat past events. That would've ensured she'd never clock in.

Just as she was about to finally leave, he called out, "Love you!" and she rushed back to repeat it back to him and give him another kiss before making her way out of the door.

The rest of the day was normal. Nothing special. No major incidents or anything out of ordinary happened. The only exciting thing that happened at work was that Rooster had booked an appointment so Y/N got to catch up with him for a while.

"Yeah, I don't know if Bob has mentioned this, but we're all going to the Hard Deck for a few drinks and wondered if you two want to go. Hangman did put it in the group chat but I don't think Bob answered," Bradley explained as the session finished up.

"I'll ask him once I get home. He's at IKEA at the moment so he'll be AWOL for the next couple of hours. It's his second home, I think."

"Ah, looking for something nice?"

"A bed."

Bradley raised an eyebrow at her.

"Mine broke."

Rooster snorted.

"Bobby-boy, what a stud!"

When she arrived home, Y/N found Bob on the floor of her bedroom surrounded by planks of wood, sheets of instruction paper and wayward screws. At one point, he must've got frustrated and taken his glasses off because they were delicately placed on the bedside table. She huffed out a laugh and lifted a plank off his chest to find that he'd taken a nap like that. "Bob. Bobby. Bobert. Robert...Robby? Hey baby, wake up," she said with a chuckle as she nudged him.

"Did you just call me Robby?"

"Sure did. Let's get you somewhere more comfortable." She held her hand out to pull him to his feet, leading him towards the sofa. "Can't read Swedish, huh?"

"Sure can't."

Gently tugging at the bottom of his shirt, she said, "Off. Then face down," and he was quick to oblige, revealing his naked upper body and slumped down onto the cushions in seconds flat with a smug smile. He knew what was about to happen. Y/N was gone for a minute then returned with a towel and some oil in her hand. Kneeling on the ground beside him, she kissed his nose before getting to work massaging the oil into his body, her tongue trapped between her teeth in concentration as she pampered him with attention, caressing his shoulders and sides, smoothing out the tension in his muscles. Her hands glided down his skin, feeling every curve, every dip, every muscle of his back as she worked her magic.

Free massages were the best, Bob knew that for a fact now. Her hands were always on him, and he only had to give her a look - one with wide eyes and a slight nodding of his head towards the point of tension - and she was soothing his aches without another word spoken. He was spoiled enough that sometimes, like now, he didn't even need to give her a look.

Sometimes her fingertips seemed to know what he wanted before the words actually fell from his lips. Which was nice. Really nice.

And definitely very useful whenever he was working. He'd come home after a tiring day on base and her presence would make him emotionally feel better, but they'd developed a habit of talking to each other as she was getting the knots out of his shoulders and neck.

Often, she'd stand behind the sofa and be working on his muscles as he found something to watch during dinner time. She'd be giving him little kisses on his neck, his shoulder blades and the small nape of his neck to distract him and prolong the interaction for as long as she could.

"Rooster mentioned during his session that you weren't responding to the group chat," she spoke, her hands continuing to massage his shoulders as she slowly worked out the knots underneath her fingers. "Was IKEA too distracting?"

"They have everything in there!" he exclaimed excitedly, allowing himself to relax on the sofa and sink further into the cushions until they practically moulded to his form. He let out a contented sigh and closed his eyes.

"Well, they're going to the Hard Deck and were wondering if we wanted to go too. I wanna see Nat so I'm making the executive decision."

"Okay, okay, okay."

Once the massage was done, she towelled all the oil off and straddled his butt, giving him a gentle slap on his bum before he turned to face her. She smirked at the fake shocked expression on his face, and leaned down, placing her lips against his in a soft kiss that lingered for a few moments before pulling away to admire his gorgeous, relaxed face.

Then, a certain expression crept onto his face, one she didn't see often but always felt a rush of bashfulness whenever she saw it. Cockily grinning, he looked up at her, teasing, "We're your coworkers jealous of your big, tough Navy man and his big, thick cock?" and was more than happy that her cheeks instantly reddened and buried her face in his chest.

She didn't say a word, merely mumbling incoherent words into his skin, trying to hide her embarrassed face. "I hate you," she said quietly, still not taking her head off him. He laughed at her cute action and ran his fingers through her locks softly.

"I love you too babe." He gave her a quick slap on her ass, as if she was a horse he was telling to giddy up. "Gonna take a shower before we go out. You joining me?"

"Be my big, tough Navy man and carry me there?"

He rolled his eyes good naturedly, but did it anyway, picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder. As he walked to the bathroom, he made sure to playfully spank her so the house was filled with hysterical giggling.

The pair made it to the Hard Deck only five or so minutes later than they originally said they would. Bob hated being late, he really did. Yet, it was his fault as he'd gotten a little carried away when Y/N was trying to put her earrings in but was getting distracted by Bob's lips on her neck instead. She had to hurriedly conceal the brand new hickey that he'd just created on her pulse point.

"Is it noticeable?" Y/N asked as they got out of the car to enter the building.

Honestly, she'd done a pretty good job at covering it. A bit of a pinkish shade poked through, but nothing too noticeable or suspicious as far as everyone else in the bar was concerned.

"No one will know a thing," Bob replied, taking hold of her hand and interlocking their fingers together. As if to reassure her of its noticeability, his thumb swiped across her knuckle in a calming manner.

Hangman was the first that Bob saw upon entering the bar. He nodded hello to Bob, then upon seeing Y/N, made sure to wiggle his fingers at her when he waved. While everyone knew Jake had once called Y/N the 'super hot woman with magic hands', they knew he only did this kind of shit to mess with Bob.

Bob knew that. Y/N did not.

Waving back, Y/N gave Hangman a polite smile and pulled Bob towards his friends. Phoenix immediately ushered Y/N to sit beside her so they could catch up while Bob went off to play pool with Rooster.

"Bradshaw told me he saw you earlier today," Phoenix began, turning to talk like it was a secret. "Said something about IKEA."

At her words, Y/N looked over at Bob to see that he was completely red, clearly going through the same conversation with Bradley. Her boyfriend made eye contact with her and mouthed, "You told him?"

Y/N shrugged. "Sorry baby."

Phoenix let out a bark of laughter and bumped her shoulder into Y/N's. "Didn't know Floyd had it in him."

"You'd be surprised."

"Oh?"

"He's not so shy at home."

Natasha grinned, took a swig of her beer, took one last look at how pink Bob's ears were and changed the subject. The private life of her backseater was something she'd always love teasing him about but, because he'd become a brother to her, she didn't want to hear all the scandalous details.

One game of pool turned into two, three...however many and the other guys wouldn't drop it. The moment Hangman found out, Jake crowned Bob as 'The Bedbreaker' and the other guys soon joined in on the nickname. Frankly, Bob was a little scared that the moniker would be replacing his callsign soon.

It wasn't as if he couldn't handle them calling him a Bedbreaker; hell, a part of him loved it. Sweet, innocent looking Floyd was getting recognition for not being those things. He was the guy who got laid, got laid so hard that he broke a bed. That's a manly thing to be known for.

Another - more prominent - part of him, hated it. He tried to deny it and laugh it off, but they kept saying. It made him feel a little guilty since it was a look into his and his girlfriend's sex life, and that wasn't a gentlemanly thing to speak about with your friends. No matter how hot it had been.

If his mother found out, he'd not only be mortified about the fact that his mother knew in the first place, but she'd definitely whoop his ass for the information being out in public.

Admittedly, it was Y/N's fault that it was known. Yet he still felt bad.

Drinks in hand, the girls joined the guys at the pool table and handed everyone their usual orders. Y/N slipped Bob's beer into his hand and was rewarded with a kiss on the temple as he wrapped a protective arm around her waist and held her close.

With Y/N by his side, it was easier to take the teasing. She could brush it off. She could take the joke and run with it. And if it was particularly raunchy, she'd answer with a smug, "No comment" and let the mystery continue to grow.

Some of the civilians had clearly been waiting for the pool table for most of the night, so the Dagger Squad finally gave them what they wanted and retreated to a booth.

"It's a bit of a squish," Fanboy pointed out, moving closer towards the centre seat and bumping his elbow into Coyote's gut.

Mostly everyone managed to squash themselves in. Rooster and Bob were on the outside of the U, so Y/N teasingly posed, "I'll sit on Bob. Hangman, I'm sure you'd love to sit on Rooster."

"Hey now-"

"Oh, don't start," Rooster said, cutting him off with a chuckle. Dramatically, Brad opened his arms wide for Jake - and with a snort and a small push from Y/N - he reluctantly accepted the offer.

After a brief, uncomfortable silence, Jake complimented (although the tone he used made it sound like a complaint), "You actually have very comfortable thighs. I mean it."

"Thanks bud."

As Y/N interacted with his friends, Bob couldn't help but beam up at her with pride. His heart swelled so much he thought it might pop out of his chest in a burst of happiness. He was so incredibly happy that she was here and fit so easily into the group dynamic. He couldn't remember feeling like this in any other relationship.

She'd come into his life so suddenly, but she seemed to fit perfectly. So natural, so easy going, so warm, and he couldn't help but appreciate everything about her.

He was drawn from his thoughts by Y/N twirling the hair at the nape of his neck between her fingers. The action caused his mind to flutter. He momentarily lost all sense of social awareness and let out a giggle before shaking himself out of it. He cleared his throat to regain himself.

Luckily, only Y/N heard it.

Leaning closer to his ear, she asked, "What are you smiling about?"

"Just enjoying the moment," he answered with an impish grin, running his hand up and down her bare arm.

Y/N smirked, "I think you were staring at me." She wiggled her fingers before poking his ribs, causing him to flinch at the sudden intrusion.

"Maybe I was. I like looking at your pretty face."

Smiling sweetly, Y/N shook her head and leaned in closer to him until he met her half way to kiss her on the nose. They shared a laugh at the childish display of affection before falling silent again.

"I'm gonna barf that was so cute," Coyote jeered sarcastically after a couple of seconds, making both Y/N and Bobby break out into laughter. Embarrassed laughter, but laughter all the same.

"Jake and Brad did the same thing two minutes ago -"

"We did not!"

"Bobby, they totally did. Didn't they?" Y/N urged with an evil smile, giving her boyfriend a wink to go along with it.

What was Bob going to do? Appease his girlfriend while teasing Hangman and Rooster at the same time? Or let the joke fall flat? His choice was easy.

"I saw it too. Where do you think I got the idea from? I learn all my moves from watching you guys."

Going with it too, Phoenix added, "I saw it too, I really did."

Soon, all of the other aviators joined in on the ribbing. Some of the jokes, most of which weren't even funny anymore, got big laughs and as a collective they'd managed to come up with a beat by beat version of how the pair finally overcame their struggles to become the Navy's most prestigious gay couple.

"Who would bottom?" Nat posed and everyone gave a suspicious glance at the two.

"Guys, do you even have to think about it?" Jake, who had given up trying to fight the joke at this point, playfully grimaced and gestured his thumb towards Brad.

"You would, asshole," Brad retorted, slapping Hangman's finger away.

"I would not."

"You would. And you'd be a bratty fucking bottom, I know that much."

Payback cheered, "All in favour of naming Hangman a bratty bottom, say aye," and raised his beer bottle. And everyone but Jake raised their drinks in agreement, so he gave in and raised his too.

"Fuck you guys."

To apologise for the teasing, Y/N promised to buy both guys a drink. Hangman came along to help her carry the bottles, not before winking at Bob to try and piss him off a bit, and leant on the bar as they waited.

"You're good for him, y'know. For Bedbreaker."

Jake had said it so softly that she'd almost didn't recognise his voice. But the fondness behind the words had been unmistakable. She smiled and nudged him with her shoulder.

"You think?"

"I know. When I first met Bobby-boy, he never joined in on the borderline offensive jokes we tell." His fingers tapped against the wood. "Don't tell him this, I'll kill you if you do, but he's kind of all I want to be in life. Funny, smart, kind, got a great girl, good job that he's great, probably the best, at - again, I'll murder you if you say one word of this."

She chuckled, but didn't say anything. She just waited for him to say what he needed to.

"It's nice. To see him happy like that. You get what I mean? Like when he looks at you, Y/N, you could see it in his eyes. It's not just love, you know? Pure unbridled affection, adoration, devotion. Whatever you want to fucking call it, it's real deep and real genuine... and reciprocated because you look at him in the exact same way."

A shy, small giggle graced her lips at the thought. She glanced over at Bob sitting at their table who was laughing at something Nat had said, before turning back to Jake.

Hangman gave her a smile, a real, genuine smile - a rare sight - before continuing, "I can see the white picket fence already. While you're buying a cat or pushing out a baby, I'll still be... leaving people hanging."

His eyes darkened with self loathing for a brief moment before he pulled himself and put that fake smirk of his back on as Penny returned with their drinks.

"You're a handsome guy, funny too, and if you were as open with any of your partners as you were just then, you'd get that white picket fence too," Y/N reassured him and began to walk away, only to look over her shoulder and add, "I do think you and Rooster would make a cute couple. I wasn't joking about that part."

Returning, Y/N took her place on Bob's lap and wrapped her arms around him and rested her chin on his shoulder. He looked at her questioningly. "You're tired aren't you?"

"Mmmhmmm. A little bit."

Bob gently squeezed Y/N's side before whispering into her ear, "Wanna go?" but she shook her head.

Rooster offered his lap again to Hangman to sit on, to which Hangman obliged with a smile and slipped onto Brad's thighs with surprising ease. This time he ensured he let himself relax into it without any awkwardness or hesitation. He even slid his arm around Bradley's shoulders because "It's more comfortable that way, bro."

The rest of the night went smoothly after that. Despite how tired she felt, Y/N felt herself nodding off. The alcohol and how warm Bob was just really made her eyes want to close. The gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath her was as intoxicating as the booze. It wasn't long before she'd fallen asleep in the crook of his neck.

So, Bob let her sleep there. In peace. He curled her even further into him and carried on with his conversations, albeit they'd become a little less rambunctious in an effort to not wake her, but they also started to dwindle out as the others slowly decided they should leave.

First to go was Fanboy as he said he'd some campaign planning for his DnD group to do and wanted an early morning to make sure it all got done. They all called him a nerd as he was awkwardly stepping over people to get out of the booth.

Payback's girlfriend wanted to facetime him before she went to bed so he left to go talk to her.

Harvard, Halo and Fritz all craved McDonald's after a couple of beers so they went to buy as many chicken nuggets as they could.

Phoenix had a lunch date with a girl she met at the gym so she wanted to ensure she had enough beauty sleep to woo that babe.

Coyote didn't want to be fifth wheeling.

"Hey darlin," Bob cooed as he ran his finger across Y/N's cheek to wake her up. Her eyes fluttered open and smiled at him sleepily. "Do you want me to carry you to the car or can you walk?"

"I can walk."

With a yawn, Y/N got to her feet, wobbling ever so slightly before righting herself and grabbing hold of his bicep tightly. Before leaving, she ruffled Jake's hair - who still hadn't got off Bradley despite the fact there was space for him to sit now - and called back, "See you later, lovebirds. Sorry I fell asleep."

Managing to stay awake on the journey home, Y/N kept kissing Bob's cheek, short and chaste pecks that were sloppy due to how tired she was, in an effort to keep her eyes open until they got back to her apartment.

"Up," Bob demanded as soon as they made it through the front door and lifted her into his arms. Her legs were around his waist in no time and her nose pressed against his cheek as he walked into the bedroom. "Shit."

All over the floor were the screws and planks of the unassembled bed.

"We'll have to sleep on the couch, is that okay?" he asked but didn't get a response. She'd already drifted back off.

Once he'd found the blanket that usually lay at the bottom of their bed, Bob lowered her to the sofa. He'd intended to get Y/N situated then go and get changed, yet she was still holding onto him so tightly, he wouldn't have been able to escape. It would've been evil, totally sinful to detach himself from her.

Instead, he gave in and let her drag him down to the cushions too and pulled her as far into him as possible as he lay beside her. At first, he tried kicking the blanket over both of their feet but it was no use. They were entangled enough that neither of them would get cold.

"Love you, my baby," he whispered and gave her a kiss on the forehead before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

[senstless]

Splinterlands BATTLE MAGE SECRETS Featuring Odd Ones Out in Bronze

Featuring Bronze League Summoner and Monsters in Action!

I have another great battle to show you in the battle mage secrets series this time featuring the rule set of odd ones out. I like this matchup because it went from thinking I was going to lose to a crushing victory for me. Let's take a look at how things played out!

CHALLENGE RULES

RULESET: Odd Ones Out

Description: Only units with odd mana costs may be used.

Summoners are not affected by this rule.

Reasons Why I like it

Odd ones out can be a fun rule set it really makes you stretch your mind. My brain can remember which cards have which abilities, which cards have the biggest attacks for each splinter but the one thing that I cannot remember is the mana cost of each card down to whether it's odd or even. I can probably name some cards mana, or give a range of plus minus one mana for most cards but remembering whether it's exactly three or four is a challenge for me. I like the additional challenge of setting my lineup in 2 minutes and sometimes having to scrap my plan when I realize that the cards I want are not available.

The Matchup - Where Rules Sets, Splinters and Mana Collide

The Rule Sets

Watch the Match Here

MANA: 32

Ruleset: Odd Ones Out: Only monsters with odd mana costs may be used.

SPLINTERS: Earth, Life, Death, Dragon

Initial Rule Set and Mana Gameplay Thoughts

Rulesets This is one of the few rule sets that I don't really have much of a thought on how it changes the match before I set my lineup. The only thing I know is that it eliminates life and Earth for having a tank healer, and it eliminates a few more powerful cards in life and dragon that are typically used.

Mana 32 Manor should be pretty easy to use up. I think it will allow me to use most of the cards I won't want while still not allowing carte blanche heavy loading of high mana monsters

Splinters

Losing both fire and water will be a small hit. Water is a good choice to do with even since most of their cards can be built for a melee attack, especially with the right summoner and reach.

Summoner IMMORTALIS One of my favorite summoners for a couple of reasons. The added void is a great neutralizer to many magic attacks, while shatter ensures that I don't get completely stonewalled by high armor, void armor, and repair that is sometimes seemingly impossible to crack through.

First Position PELACORE MERCENARY Has a little bit of armor, and now with flying and void it will be harder to take down.

Second Position BRAMBLE PIXIE I decided to go with a nice reach card here. While it's speed is not great, the fact that it will also have void and shatter their armor means I am more likely to take out their tank quickly. Between this and pellicore I'm dealing six melee damage to assuming they both hit

Third Position SCAVO HIRELING Since I have some armor in first position I too wanted to give myself a chance to repair that armor and get an extra protection

Fourth Position REGAL PERYTON Well it's strength is not doing heavy magic damage, the speed and flying will likely help it from being hit in a sneak attack, and it's magic attack early will guarantee that I get through the enemies armor before my other monsters attack. It may also get a boost from fungus finger.

Fifth Position FUNGUS FLINGER Putting it here as I hope they use sneak cards and it gets knocked out and gives regal a boost to speed. This would increase it to 7 + flying making it very difficult to hit

Sixth Position MYCELIC MORPHOID Another hope that they're using sneak cards and I can get a cheap Thorn damage on whoever goes first either knocking out armor or health.

Opponent Lineup & Match Play

Summoner HELIOS MATRIACH Interesting choice, while it's a dragon summoner they did not choose any dragon cards but used it to pull up and utilize life

DRYBONE BARBARIAN One of my favorite cards, even though I prefer to use a different summoner with it it's enrage, five damage, and 10 health means it can deal significant blows to the enemy team

VENARI MARKSCRAT Great place for this card, it can provide a boost to both barbarian and two Captain Katie if it's sniped.

CAPTIAN KATIE My biggest concern out here, the fact that it starts with three magic and snipe and has bloodlust means it is likely to be knocking out my cards very quickly and building its stats

STITCH LEECH Not surprised to see stitch leech here as it's a great melee card with for health.

URAEUS Who doesn't like a double melee attack and it's another solid choice

GARGOYA SCRAPPER

Personally I think I would have put this card somewhere else, I guess they were concerned about me also having melee and wanted more protection from their attacking cards

Round 1

As round one place out, I quickly lose scavo hireling and Captain Katie builds its stats already. I also lose mycyclic morphod but get rid of some armor with Thorn damage on the back side. The rest of the round plays out and I get lucky with all of my hits and around ends without any more losses.

Round 2

Before the round two starts I am happy that barbarian has one health left and will immediately get knocked out by regal perryton. This changes things a little bit for me and gives me hope. I quickly lose fungus flinger but get the very important boost to regal barrington. I now have a 40% chance for a miss off of speed plus flying making it very unlikely to get hit very often. That speed boost and flying create a miss and a very next turn and helps me save my diminishing health. As I knock out Markscrat Captain Kitty gets yet another boost and will be dealing three health damage even after my void.

Round 3

Round three starts off and I'm feeling pretty good. Even with their big damage I don't think I'll lose any cards while assuming I generate any hits I can get to knockouts. Luckily for me regal's the speed and flying generate another two misses for me, that's three in a row. While I knocked out Captain katie, which is their biggest threat that was left. The round finishes off with pellicore mercenary taking out stitch leech. That all but ensures my victory.

Round 4

Ground Force starts off and I started off with a knockout, quickly followed by another. This round wasn't really even necessary other than a formality.

Thoughts - and Chances to Win Again

NO MORE SPLINTERTOOLS.IO - I think that really sucks. I have no idea who is running this website, and saw a comment that it was not going to continue to do lack of support. I never could find a way to support this website, either through post votes, or a payment. I felt like there was very little in the way of how to make a donation, or pay a monthly fee for access, or to support them via delegation. I wished the owners worked in my vocal there shared posts or updates on websites that I could click through to whoever owned it and show my support there.

Without that tool there's no way for me really to know how good my my lineup was and if it's something I should repeat, or if I just happened to get very lucky and I should choose a different path next time.

~~@senstless

[after-hour-diner]

Hiyo! We’re over on artfight this year! We’re gonna bite so many people!! Here’s the link: https://artfight.net/~After_Hour_Diner !

We mainly have humanoid ocs, but we do have quite a few non humans.

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On the right of the circular icon is large text reading “TEAM VAMPIRES” under this text there is a “User” box with the name “After Hour Diner” in it. Under the “User” box is another, larger box with text reading “I attack…” and more, hand drawn large text reading “ANYONE”. There are three, small, floating hearts doodled around the large text. Next to the “I attack…” box, there is small text that read reads “I DO:” with large text under reading “FRIENDLY FIRE” and “REVENGE” with two boxes next to the text, both boxes are checked.

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In the four box, there is an anxious tiefling (a race in Dungeons and Dragons) sitting. He has black hair and bright yellow curling ram horns. His eyes and fingers are also yellow. His skin is a rusty red colour. He has fangs pointing outwards from his mouth, with his top lip being completely black. He is wearing a dark blue scarf with grey around the edges on the fabric, a light blue vest, and a lighter blue long sleeve shirt. He is holding a sign in front of his chest, reading in small text “Afi”. The fifth box, there is a masked figure. They’re tilting their head to the right. They have very light salmon hair, with a light pale mask with a red smile over their face. Their eyes are very pale purple. They’re wearing a very dark purple cloak, the hood up over their head. Under their cloak, they have a purple turtleneck on along with a gold collar on. They have reddish brown gloves on, with gold nuckles. They hold a sign over their chest that in shaky text reads “Lâche”.

Underneath the featured characters, there is text that’s says “CHARACTERS I HAVE:” and more boxes with the text “HUMAN”, “FERAL”, “ANTHRO”, “WORM”, and “MECH”. The only box that is scribbled out is the “WORM” box. There is a smaller text prompt that reads “other” with handwritten text that reads “All characters are some type of queer and there’s nothing you can do.”

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[writer59january13]

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