#oh yeah an Glass Animals too :P

[cloud-iceshadow]

They are NOT friends

[gyuzgrl]

too sweet //lsm//

summary- when Jeonghan brings up BDSM at dinner, your boyfriend is keen on trying it out for himself. you laugh it off, telling him he doesn't have the stomach for it, and he decides to show you just how capable he is in bed.

Crystal-chandeliered ceilings, a live cello performance, a bottle of Domaine de la Romanee- 1945; you're in the lap of luxury. After a particularly long week, your boyfriend decided to organize a 'little' get-together to get your mind off work. Something small, he said. Just a little dinner with Jeonghan and Hoshi- nothing much.

That's how you find yourself here- seated in one of the best restaurants in Seoul, surrounded by friends, donned in a dress so stunning it would've killed a small Victorian child.

Earlier on in the relationship, you used to get awkward in places like this, wondering how much it cost, trying to order the cheapest thing on the menu, but now? Now you've grown accustomed to Dokyeom's treats. It's how he shows his love for you- among many other ways- so who are you to say no?

"and yeah- we fucked." Hoshi states, mouth full of food as Dokyeom's eyes widen to the size of saucers.

Jeonghan giggles, turning around to see if anyone heard, and shakes his head.

"and?"

"and-" Hoshi continues, prodding a bit of beef with his fork, "and it was like painfully vanilla,"

You watch as Jeonghan's face contorts into a disapproving frown, and sip at your wine, praying to whoever's listening that your sweet, baby boy doesn't open his mouth to ask any questions.

But of course, you've never had much luck with the universe, have you?

"like ice cream?"

Aghast, the older man turns to Dokyeom.

"dude..."

When the inquisitive, wide-eyed stare doesn't leave his face, you cut in, clearing your throat.

"c'mon don't be like that- you know how he is Han"

Your boyfriend shifts his gaze to you, now wondering how you of all people know what his hyungs are talking about.

A sheepish, watery smile paints your face as you reach for your glass, taking another sip.

The air stills for a minute, awkward pauses flooding the space while Hoshi and Jeonghan share knowing glances.

They turn to you, flashing you those up-to-no-good grins, before fixing their attention to your poor boyfriend.

"alright buddy," Jeonghan starts, reaching out to grasp Dokyeom's shoulder, "lemme teach you about sex."

Immediately, you see the tips of his ears burn red. Poor thing.

"why are we uh, why're we talking about sex?"

"cause you still think we're talkin' about ice cream" Hoshi sneers. You shoot him a glare, and his shrinks back.

Ever the explorer, Dokyeom chimes in again, turning to you this time.

"we're not talking about ice cream? what are we-"

"sex." Jeonghan whispers, voice taking on a mock-sultry tone. He turns to you,

"what's he like in bed?"

"hey!-"

"he seems vanilla now, so I'm guessing it's basic shit" he continues, eyes narrowing in on you.

Suddenly you feel conscious of your surroundings. A nice evening out has somehow turned into a free-for-all analysis of your sex life, and your most intimate moments with Dokyeom have come under the looking glass.

"y-yeah, we're vanilla"

"oh you poor thing," Hoshi fakes a sob, bringing his hand to his chest as if your house caught on fire.

"don't be like that- some people prefer vanilla y'know?"

Some people, sure.

Not you, though.

As much as you love how Dokyeom makes you feel, you have to admit, he's a little, well... basic. It's the same old scene, classic p-in-v sex, sometimes he goes down on you, sometimes you do him, nothing apart from that.

Not that it doesn't feel good- it feels amazing- but you've always wanted something more. Something you're sure he won't be able to pull off.

"uhuh, I'm sure they do," Jeonghan muses, seeing right through you.

"what are we even talking abou-"

"sex!" all three of you whisper-shout in unison, starling Dokyeom.

"but- vanilla?"

"it's classic, like your basic animal-planet kinda sex" Jeonghan's voice turns serious, brows set in a firm line. "there's more than that, though"

Hoshi watches intently, moving a bit of bread to his mouth in slow motion, as the scene unravels before him. You find yourself equally invested, eyes fixed on Dokyeom's wonderstruck expression.

"there's more?" he gasps.

"oh you bet- d'you know what BDSM is?"

Your mouth goes bone dry.

"I think so? it's the stuff with the knives and leather and like latex-"

Jeonghan shoots you a quick glance, mouthing 'you're welcome', before moving back to the man next to him.

"that's not- it's not all intense and gory... there's layers to it, kay?"

Dokyeom nods, eyes shimmering.

"BDSM as a concept is deeper than just leather and blood. B and D stands for bondage and discipline, D and S stands for dominance and submission, and S and M stands for sadism and masochism-"

"so that's what Rhianna was talking about-" he cuts in, jaw falling slack as he listens further.

"each of these can come out in different ways- bondage could include cuffs, rope, shibari, or y'know whatever material you have on hand. discipline is meant in its literal sense- you do things to teach your partner the quote-unquote rules of sex, which could include spanking, using gags for punishment or doing things they like for reward. Sadism and masochism basically play on pain. Sadists like to cause it, masochists like to feel it- again, many ways to do this."

Hoshi stares in awe as Jeonghan concludes, putting his fork down to clap.

"wait- what about dominance?"

A sly smile quirks up Jeonghan's lips.

"oh that."

You swallow at the lump settling at the back of your throat, unable to tear your gaze away from your boyfriend's face- so eager, so fascinated by what he's heard.

"it's the premise of what all this is; discipline, sadism, bondage, it's all built on power play. One of you is in control and the other follows, letting themselves be controlled, it-"

"what about consent?"

Oh sweet, sweet boy.

"that's where safe words come into play. I use the traffic light system, so if my partner says green it means they're feeling good, if they say yellow, they're still okay but I need to slow down, and if they say red, they want me to stop"

"huh."

Dokyeom sits still for a minute, eyes glued to the plate sitting in front of him, and you can practically hear his brain churning to process all that he's learnt.

As the night goes on, he seems quieter than usual, staring at you, absorbing information, listening to what's being spoken about around him. Every time you turn to the side you meet his gaze- intense, preoccupied.

Dinner comes to a close with him shoving his shiny black credit card into the waiter's hands before anyone else beat him to it, and soon, you find yourselves saying your goodbyes, heading to the car.

Dokyeom opens your door, making sure you're seated, and moves over to the driver's seat.

"you don't- do you like how things are now?" Out of nowhere, his voice sounds in your ears, catching you off guard.

You look at him, surprise etched in the rise of your brow, and shake your head furiously.

"of course I do! baby, I love how things are with us, I love you"

He sighs, turning on the ignition, and begins to drive.

"not like that, honey, I meant physically,"

The blank look on your face has his cheeks burning as he works up the courage to say it.

"sex, y/n" he says, a little louder than before, "do you like the way we do things now?"

Oh.

You hadn't expected the conversation from earlier to stick with him, but evidently, it has. A shiver runs through you when he says it- sex. He's never brought it up so unambiguously before. It feels dirty, somehow, even though you've laid with him multiple times.

"I-"

"be honest, honey, okay?"

The earnest, gentle tone of his voice has your heart softening. He really is too pure for this world.

"I mean, I love the way we are now," you mutter, eyes focused on your lap as you pick at your nails, "you make me feel good"

Technically you aren't lying to him- you're just choosing to keep some things hidden. Dokyeom doesn't need to know that you've spent your nights thinking about his fingers buried deep inside you, forcing you to cum again and again until you're sobbing and shaking. He doesn't need to know you've been fantasizing about his arms, wondering how they'd feel pushing you down, leaving you helpless, completely at his mercy.

He's a nice guy, after all. They don't usually like stuff like that. And even if they think they like stuff like that, they don't have the stomach for it.

One stray teardrop and Dokyeom will be on his knees, apologizing profusely, crying along with you as he chastises himself.

"I'm not convinced," he sighs, shoulders slouching against his leather seats. "if this is about protecting my feelings-"

"no! no- not at all baby,"

"so tell me- I know you, I know when you've got something hidden away in that pretty head of yours"

Caught between a rock and a hard place, you find yourself in a bit of a dilemma. Should you be honest with him and take your chances? Or should you pacify him and convince him that plain old vanilla lovin' is all you need?

"I-"

"baby," he soothes, voice gentle, "I just wanna make sure I'm doing the best I can for you,"

A car passes you by, blaring loud pop music, and he breaks into a sheepish smile.

"there's a lot I didn't know before today- stuff that you knew about... so I just- I'm checking. If there's something you'd like me to do, someone you'd like me to be, I wanna try"

"oh,"

You stay silent for a bit, thinking over what to say. Sure, telling him that you're actually a submissive and you hate taking charge is simple, but the execution part leaves you tongue-tied. Someone as sweet and innocent as Dokyeom wouldn't be able to handle taking control.

Nothing against him, it's just that he's so cute and naive- there's no way he'd be able to restrain you and make you cry.

"there's one thing..." you mutter, voice so meek you're barely audible.

His ears perk up.

"y'know the dom-sub thing Hannie spoke about?"

"uhuh, one of us is in control and the other one listens,"

"yeah, I kinda, uh- I tend to lean towards being controlled rather than being in control"

"oh, we can do that if you like, baby" he chirps, twisting the steering wheel as he pulls into your apartment, "we can try whatever you want,"

There's a smile on his face- that same shining, star-studded gaze, eyes crinkling, teeth on full display- and you feel your heart sink.

You'll just have to make do with vanilla for the rest of your days.

The lift ride up is tense. You chew on your lower lip, tapping your heel impatiently against the ground as you move higher and higher, finally reaching your house.

Dokyeom keys in the passcode, unlocking the door, and you stumble inside, rushing to the bathroom for a bit of space.

Locking the door behind you, you stare at yourself in the mirror, worry etched in the crease of your forehead. Your face is beet red, pupils blown wide, and your throat feels dry.

All that talk about the bedroom has you feeling a little jumpier than usual and you can't help the way your brain automatically shifts to its usual Dokyeom fantasy- tied up helplessly in bed as he eats you out over and over, saying the filthiest things known to man.

God, the things you'd let him do to you...

His nose is built just right, bumping into your clit perfectly as he eats you out, tongue lapping up your arousal from your past orgasms. Those long, slim fingers would be splayed across your thighs, forcing your legs open, even when your body spasms, begging for an intermission.

'snap out of it- Christ' you tell yourself, shooing away any wandering thoughts as you unlock the door and head into your bedroom.

"everything okay, honey?"

You curse the universe when your eyes are greeted by his broad frame, standing by your dresser as he clicks his watch open, shaking it off his wrist in a few crisp motions.

"y-yeah I'm-" you cut yourself off when he begins to fold his shirtsleeves up, dragging the white fabric up around his elbow, putting his forearms on display. The way his veins frame the shape of his arms so perfectly, peeking out just enough, has you growing restless with desire, and you feel your face grow hot.

"baby?"

When you stay silent, he eyes you through the mirror, making sure you're still listening, and continues-

"I was thinking about what you said in the car, and I think we should give it a try"

Before you can stop it from happening, your lips part, letting a taunting laugh slip past them. Dokyeom halts his actions.

"why's that funny?"

"it's not! I just uh-" you nibble at your lower lip, trying desperately to conceal the smile perking up the corners of your lips, "I appreciate you saying that, but we really don't have to do things you won't be comfortable with,"

"how d'you know I won't be comfortable?"

You sigh, walking over to him.

"Kyeommie, you're a really great guy- you're sweet, you're kind, you're funny- and I love those things about you,"

"uhuh"

"it's just that you're too sweet, y'know? You won't be able to handle the stuff I'm into, baby"

His brows furrow, and he opens his mouth to speak, but you cut in, sugarcoating your words as much as you can.

"being nice isn't a bad thing at all, okay- don't get me wrong. I love you exactly as you are, so there's no need to make yourself uncomforta-"

"you think I can't do it, don't you?"

His voice is low, dripping with a kind of venom you've never heard from him before. You reach out, moving your hand to soothe over his shoulder, but he catches your wrist, pulling you into him.

"Dok-"

"I may be slow, I may not understand the things you do as easily" he sneers, his grip tightening, "but I know my way around your body-"

"I know I can make you feel good."

He inches closer, nose bumping against yours, and you let out a shaky sigh. Your heart thuds rapidly against your chest, banging against the confines of your ribs so noisily you're sure Dokyeom can hear it.

You've never heard him speak like this before, never seen his eyes flood with such darkness. The once glittering light in his pupils has now dimmed to a darker, lust-filled ocean, void of mercy.

The expanse of his broad shoulders shield you from the front, and a hand slides down your arm, resting at the curve of your back, trapping you in his hold.

"what is it that you want from me, hm?" he mumbles, angling your chin up towards his face, "want me to take control- be a little aggressive?"

Your breath catches, and you stare up at him, eyes wide. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you'd hear him talk this way, with his voice all low and mean. The way he holds you too, it's different from before. There's no gentle embrace, no tentative grip- no, he's sure right now. There's a certainty with which he holds you, a forcefulness he would've once been afraid of.

"tell me," he whispers as he walks you backward, heading for the bed, "tell me what you want and I'll make you feel good,"

With each step forward he takes in your direction, you take one back, staring up at him with wide, unbelieving eyes. Is this really the same guy from two hours ago?

His gaze pierces through you, challenging you as if to say- 'try me, I dare you.' It's simultaneously intimidating, yet somehow exciting, and you feel a familiar heat spread in your lower belly.

Like some sort of predator, dead set on catching its prey, Dokyeom stalks toward you, moving further and further, until your calves make contact with the bed.

He smirks.

You've been caught.

"what's wrong, honey?" a faux pout graces his lips, "you were saying so much a minute ago-"

You gasp as he closes in, leaving no room for anything but your body and his. The hand on your face leaves your chin, and he traces a finger down your throat, stopping just below the divot of your collarbones, lingering over the hem of your dress.

There's an evil glint in his eye and you watch, waiting patiently to see what he does next.

"strip."

Certain you heard him wrong, you stay still, staring up at him dumbly.

"oh, we don't feel like listening today?" he quirks a brow at you, loosening his grip on your waist as he lets his hand travel up your back, "either you do it- or I'll do my fucking self."

On beat, he thumbs the zipper of your dress and tugs it down in one sharp motion, leaving you stunned. The fabric falls slack against your body, loosening at your neckline just enough to give Dokyeom a peek of what lies underneath.

He trails his finger down your clavicle, pushing your dress down to reveal the lacey surface of your bra- the fabric flimsy and transparent, letting your nipples poke through.

"someone's excited," he bites his lips, smirking down at your hardened nipples. "you wanna take this off for me, baby?"

His voice is raspy, taunting almost, and your body obeys, arms hastily undoing your bra as you shimmy out of your dress. You should feel embarrassed, getting naked so desperately like some sex-hungry nympho, but you don't.

The arousal pooling in between your legs is far too distracting to leave any room for humility or shame.

Dressed pooled at your ankles, bra tossed aside, you stand bare before him.

Teasingly, Dokyeom lets the pad of his extended finger trace down your chest as he leans in, lips ghosting over yours. Your eyes flutter closed and your lips part- ever so slightly- bracing for impact. You feel his breath fanning across your face as his presence nears, skin almost touching yours, before he sends a sharp tweak to your nipple, pulling away with a devilish grin.

Jolting at the sudden stimulation, you gasp, eyes opening wide. There's a current running down your body, stemming from the spot he abused seconds ago, and you feel it land in your clit.

You want to argue, to call him an idiot and tell him to kiss you proper- to quit teasing- but you know you like this. The way he's got you all figured out, the way he so effortlessly gets you to bend to his will, god this is what you've been waiting for.

"get on the bed."

The firmness of his voice tells you to bite your tongue and acquiesce, but there's something deep inside of you that wants to see how far you can push him.

"don't wanna"

He pauses for a second, looking into your eyes-

"do you actually want to stop or are you just being difficult?"

"the latter," you singsong, staring up at him with a challenge dancing behind your eyes.

There's a moment of silence as he prods his cheek with the tip of his tongue, taking in what you've just said. His blood boils at the mockery in your voice, eyes hardening to a cold brown.

"brat." he spits, clenching his jaw.

In one forceful motion, Dokyeom yanks you towards himself, lifting you up by the thighs before tossing you onto the mattress behind.

"baby-!" You can't help but squeal as he manhandles you effortlessly, showing you just how strong he really is. Your body lands with a dull thump on the bed, sinking deep into your duvet as he stares daggers into your sprawled out frame.

"sit still."

Dokyeom steps back, standing before you at the foot of the bed, and keeps his eyes on yours. A sly hand creeps up his neck, fingers weaving into the intricate knot of his tie, and he pulls it loose, tossing the silk fabric near your feet.

Undoing the top buttons of his shirt, his hand travels down to his belt, clicking the buckle open with ease. The metal comes apart in his hand, loosening with a single flick of his wrist, and you feel your mouth begin to water.

He looked sinful. With his sleeves rolled up- biceps straining through the fabric, the way his chest peeked out tauntingly through his shirt, how his eyes bore into yours, not breaking contact for an instant- it made you want to scream.

The sound of metal clanking pulls you from your thoughts, and you realise that he's shucked off his trousers, leaving himself in his CK black boxers and a partially unbuttoned shirt.

"Kyeommie," you pout, reaching an arm out towards him, "c'mere"

It takes every bit of his strength to keep himself from crumbling instantly, but he manages it with a firm shake of his head.

"thought I told you to stay still, hm?"

You frown, your pout still evident, and turn away with a huff.

"I'm taking this off, y'know," he teases, plucking open the buttons of his shirt, and you feel your attitude fade to dust as you turn back to him in an instant.

Who wouldn't? After all, he does have the body of a God.

As he undoes his last button, you're greeted by his sculpted torso, tanned to perfection.

Dokyeom smirks, ego inflating at your star-struck reaction as if you haven't seen him like before.

"every single time," he mutters, shaking his head in amusement.

Before long, the shirt is discarded to some remote corner of the room, and he stands before you, nearly bare.

"where were we..."

Grabbing your ankles, he tugs you down till your hips reach the foot of the bed. A startled gasp escapes you at his actions and he can't help but smirk.

"if tossing you around was all it took, you should've just asked, sweetheart"

Your cheeks burn red. Never once has he spoken to you like this- so direct, without scaffolding.

"makes me wonder what else you might like,"

Dokyeom brushes his fingertips up your legs, kneeling down to face your clothed cunt.

"I learned a lot today," he bites his lip, eyes fixed on the damp spot growing under your panties. "will you tell me which of all those you like or should I find out for myself?"

His gaze shifts to you, eyeing the flush on your cheeks, the scandalized widening of your eyes.

"I- I want-" you trail off, voice so small it makes him melt.

"I'm listening, honey, tell me what you want,"

That soft, silverish quality of his voice resurfaces, and you feel your body relax. He rubs slow circles into your thighs, trying his best to coax the words out of you, but you remain hesitant.

Embarrassed, rather.

You've never told anyone what you want from them so plainly, with nowhere to hide. You feel exposed in front of him for the first time in a while and the feeling excites you.

"don't stop." you murmur, unable to meet his gaze. "don't stop after just one... y'know-"

His eyes darken.

"oh I'm going to like this"

Deft fingers slide up your inner thighs, hooking under the last of your lingerie and pulling it apart, tearing the lace off of your body to reveal what Dokyeom wants most.

The most intimate part of you lies spread out all for him, glistening with arousal, and he has to suck in a breath to calm himself.

"don't- don't do that,"

"do what?" he asks, backing away slightly just in case you've changed your mind.

"try to control yourself like that- just don't hold back"

You breathe shakily before continuing- "I want to see how far you go-"

Something snaps within him, that final band of restraint finally tears apart, and he yanks you down onto his tongue, licking fervently at your cunt like this is the last time he gets to taste you.

Your lips part, letting breathy, helpless cries slip past, and Dokyeom knows he's doing well.

Despite the gusto with which he devours you, his movements are precise, practiced. It's exactly as he said earlier- he knows how to make you feel good. He knows your body.

He works his tongue against you, lapping at your clit without any care of hypersensitivity or overstimulation, pressing harder and harder into you as your legs spasm around him.

"wai- oh my god-" you moan, back arching up, hips lifting off the bed for a second, before Dokyeom pushes you back down firmly with his hand splayed across your lower belly.

Squirming helplessly under the force of his arm, your body tries to move away, to get just a little respite, but all in vain. He doesn't let you. The weight of one hand holds you secure, while the other cups the underside of your thighs- pushing your leg up as far as it can go.

With your legs spread out further, his assault on your clit feels even more direct, with each firm motion of his tongue sending shockwaves across your body, and you feel your muscles tighten, building up for release.

Dokyeom seems to have noticed too, and his lips curl up at the corners into a deeply satisfied smirk. You feel it against your skin.

"already?" he abashes, eyeing your tensed frame, "after all you said?"

"m'sorry- please, please can I-"

"can you?" he echoes.

"can I cum ple-please"

You've done this before- asked for permission before- but not with him. Never with him. Dokyeom's smirk only widens when he realises the power he now holds over you. To be able to deny one their right to pleasure is... exciting, to say the least. He certainly seems to enjoy it, considering the bulge growing in his boxers.

"mm, I didn't quite hear that honey, come again?" His voice is patronizing, mocking.

"please Kyeommie please let me cum"

Dokyeom's never thought of himself as a man who likes to abuse his power, but right now with the way you're begging? He wants to see just how much you can take before the seams begin to rip.

"no."

Your eyes fly open, jaw agape as your clit throbs under his tongue.

"w-what"

"you asked, I said no."

Now he knows he isn't being fair, he knows. But the tears welling up in your eyes have him entranced. There's this urge he has deep inside to see them all spill out and stain those pretty cheeks of yours.

"but-"

"are you gonna act up? 'cause that's not how you're getting what you want sweetheart"

Dokyeom's voice sends a chill down your spine. With the way his tongue abuses your clit, you're certain you won't be able to hold yourself back, not when your high is almost near.

You want to be good for him, you really do- but is this even fair? As he laps into you, nudging your sensitive nerves just right, your head tips back into the pillows and you moan out a string of profanities, getting completely lost in the pleasure he gives you.

He isn't happy.

"if you wanna cum that bad- I should give you more, hm? who am I to deny?"

You know very well from the tone of his voice what he's got planned.

Grabbing the tie- now dangling precariously off the bed- Dokyeom crawls over your spent frame, balancing his weight on his knees.

"gimme your hands."

Tentatively, you hold out your arms, pushing your wrists together.

"what are you do-"

"you know what I'm doing, sweetheart"

You do.

He pulls the fabric of his tie taut, looping it at your wrists before tying a firm knot to keep you from moving. The black silk, although soft to the touch, presses into your skin, and you hiss when he gives the fabric a sharp tug.

Dokyeom's eyes draw back to yours, and he grabs your wrists, pushing them up above your head.

"keep these here," he murmurs, gulping slightly when he notices how close your faces are.

Your eyes burn holes into each other's, and he sees something in your gaze that he hasn't before-

Hunger.

"Dokyeom," you breathe, chest rising shakily,

"kiss me"

Waiting no longer, he pushes his lips to yours, capturing the plush crimson in a slow, hard kiss. The way your lips mold so perfectly together, fitting into each other like pieces of a puzzle, makes this moment that much more meaningful.

When he touches you, when he kisses you, you know deep inside that this man is your forever. No one has or ever will make you feel so alive.

Dokyeom swallows your whimpers, your cries, as he slips his tongue into your mouth. It's sloppy and messy and desperate- but you love the way it feels, the way he feels.

Leaving your wrist, his hand comes down to cup your jaw, tilting your head back so he can kiss you harder, deeper.

"wa-wait-" you pant, feeling your lungs burn.

As you try to pull away, a deep growl emanates from within his throat, and he tugs you closer, unwilling to let go.

A surprised 'mm!' escapes your occupied lips, muffled by his own, and your body lights up- embers of red-hot desire scattering across your skin.

Dokyeom's own lungs beg him to move away, to breathe, but he holds still, stubborn as ever. You feel far too good. If this is how he dies, he'll go gladly.

The airy whimpers and gasps from you, however, finally get him to let go.

Your chest heaves as you gulp in precious breaths to soothe your lungs, as does his own. Staring up at him in shock, you manage to stutter out-

"where has that been all this time-"

He lets out an airy laugh, pressing a tender kiss to your jaw, trailing down your torso until he reaches your gushing sex.

"the hands stay up there- got that?"

You nod eagerly, holding your wrists up to show him, but you're quickly cut off by his tongue, pressing back into your clit.

"oh-"

Tracing slow figure eights into you, Dokyeom works his tongue deftly while his fingers prod at your entrance. With ease, he slips two long digits inside, pushing deep till your arousal trickles down his knuckles.

"Dok- oh fuck oh my god"

Each knuckle of his fingers adds further stimulation as he begins to pump in and out of you. Every time he draws back, you stretch to accommodate the balls of his joints and it feels divine.

You've always loved his hands. Those slender, long fingers were perfect for you, and the fact that his knuckles jut out at each joint only makes it all better.

The kinks in his fingers have your legs quivering, and his tongue- god his tongue- nudges your clit with the perfect amount of pressure.

Feeling your orgasm build at record speed, you moan, completely defenseless as Dokyeom slurps noisily at your sex while his fingers push up against that one particularly soft spot inside you.

"Kyeo-Kyeommie m'gonna-"

"that's it, sweetheart- just let go for Kyeommie"

With a sob, you feel your orgasm burn through you, twice as intense as the previous one, and your thighs quiver.

You're spent. You're spent and he's only made you cum twice.

Watching the way your muscles twitch from the weight of your orgasm, Dokyeom grins, feeling particularly proud.

Now usually, this is where it ends. His arms would slip out from under your thighs, and he'd kiss you sweetly, telling you how amazing you are. He'd check to see if you wanted him to make love to you, and if you agreed, he'd do exactly that.

Tonight, however, he stays firm in place, his mouth still connected to your cunt. Limbs still quivering, your eyes widen when he begins to move against you, barely giving you a second to catch your breath and recover.

Your body goes limp when he pokes his tongue against your over-sensitive clit, licking gentle yet firm stripes with precision. Each oscillation elicits the most delightful sound, just as a clock chimes with the motions of its gong.

All you can do is clutch the fabric of his tie, nails digging into your palms as your skin burns under his touch. Your nerves throb, pulsing in time with your heart, in time with his tongue.

"so good for me, honey," he mumbles into you, sliding his fingers back inside you in one fluid motion. Your back arches comically off the bed, mouth hanging open in a mix of shock and pleasure.

Once more, you find your belly rudely forced back down. Dokyeom narrows his eyes at you, irritation flashing behind his deep brown pupils, and keeps his hand there- splayed over your lower belly, pushing down with just enough pressure for his fingers to prod out from under your skin.

You gasp, feeling fuller somehow with the added force, feeling his fingers drag deeper against your walls. Within moments, your cunt clenches down around his digits, and he laughs in disbelief.

"again? baby c'mon you have a point to prove, don't you?"

Under any other circumstance, you would've bitten back, calling him some name, yelling some profanity- but now? Now you need him. You're so close, right on the edge of the water, ready to fall in, and only he can give you that last push. You know better than to open that smart mouth of yours right now.

"is this all it takes? y'know if you're gonna start off by being a brat- you gotta keep up with the act at least-"

"m'so-m'sorry-" you gasp, tugging against your restraints as you feel your high mere seconds away, "m'sorry please can I cum please I've been so good for you-"

Dokyeom nods, scissoring his fingers in and out of you more rapidly than before, and you cum with a scream, straining against the cloth binding your wrists as your orgasm rips through you like a whirlwind.

"that's my girl-" he sighs, placing a kiss to your inner thigh, while his fingers continue their movement inside you.

"Kyeom- oh- t-too much,"

Your cries fall on deaf ears, and he shoots you a sly grin.

It has been over an hour now, you're certain. Dokyeom's held you still and pulled orgasm after orgasm from you with his tongue, his fingers, both.

"p-please-" you whimper, tears streaming down your face as those long fingers slide into you once more.

"just one more, honey,"

Dokyeom presses tender kisses to your inner thighs- now wet with your slick- and pushes further into you.

"just one more for me, hm? you can do that for me, can't you baby?"

You nod, small sobs wracking your body. Of course you'll do this for him. You'll do anything for him. Plus, you can't say you aren't enjoying this-

"that's my girl."

[training4theapocalypse]

Never Been Kissed (Adrian Chase x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit - 18+ only

Word Count: 7.3k

Warnings: SMUT, Second chance romance, Canon typical descriptions of murder and violence, Oral (fem receiving), P in V, Safe sex (male condom), Multiple orgasms

Summary: You're a PI who joins the 11th Street Kids after a chance meeting with John Economos on the dark web. Unfortunately for you, your ex-friend-with-benefits Vigilante is here too. (Based on this ask by anon)

A/N: This took a hot minute. The M&Ms were originally cigarettes but these days I'm a healthy queen free of nicotine -purr.

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The dim fire exit sign outside the back of the abandoned video store flickers as you suck a peanut M&M between your tongue and the roof of your mouth anxiously. You hope your contact hurries the fuck up - if he makes you wait any longer you’ll finish an entire party bag from nervousness.

It was stupid, really, even reckless, to meet a stranger from the dark web. But when some guy called TechConomos_11 had responded to you in a chat room where you were discussing the intel you had on some sinister goings-on in Evergreen, you knew you had to meet him and his team.

Because you’ll be damned if anyone catches the escaped gorilla before you.

There’s a clink of a padlock and chain falling to the floor, the sound of a heavy emergency exit bar being pushed down and when the door opens you’re face to face with a large, bearded man wearing glasses. 

“Are you the PI?”

If you had to draw a sketch of what you thought a guy you met on the dark web would look like, he would be it. Not a neckbeard, exactly, just someone with the distinct aura of having too much time spent in front of a screen.

You nod. “TechConomos?”

“Call me John. Come inside - the team’s all here.”

You shove the half-empty pack of M&Ms into your bag and he leads you through to the back office. 

“This is Murn, Harcourt and Adebayo.” He gestures to his three associates sitting in the office who each acknowledge you in turn. “And these guys-”

“Fuck it! Fuck, fuck fuck!”

The yelling draws your attention to the window separating the office from the rest of the video store and it’s like a knife in your gut when you see him.

Vigilante.

“Ugh, fuck! It hurts to walk!” Vigilante whines as he limps around. He turns to pace some more but stops in his tracks in alarm when he sees you. He immediately dives to the floor, launching himself behind a desk in a futile attempt to hide.

Vigilante is the last person you expected to - or wanted to - see here. It’s not his usual MO - normally he’d be out hunting thugs and drug dealers. What was he doing caught up in this operation with some tech guy and a team who you suspected were either current or former soldiers?

There’s a roaring laugh and your eyes find Peacemaker, doubled over in his chair, laughing like an idiot at Vigilante sprawled on the ground. 

That explains Vigilante’s involvement. Looks like his idol, Peacemaker, is finally out of prison and the first thing he does is rope Vigilante into whatever this is. The whole thing stinks. Why is there an entire team with two capes looking for an escaped zoo animal? Any why did one of those capes have to be Vigilante? 

You close your eyes and groan. “You didn’t tell me you were working with them.”

“You know each other?” asks Harcourt.

“Just Vigilante.” You sigh and follow them into the video store.

“Hey, asshole,” you say, peering over the desk Vigilante is hidden behind. He looks up at you and props his masked head up on his arm casually as if you didn’t just see him throw himself there a second ago.

“Oh, hey!” he says, feigning pleasant surprise.

“Why are you on the floor?”

“I hurt my pinky toe.”

“Yeah? Which one?” You walk around the desk and stand at his feet to get a better look.

“Nononono! Wait!”

You clock the way his visor-covered eyes dart down to his right foot in panic. 

“Woah, did you think I was gonna kick you or something?” Sure, you have beef but you’re kind of offended he’d think that you’d harm him on purpose.

“No…” he mumbles sheepishly.

“Asshole.” You roll your eyes and sit on the hard wooden surface, turning away from him to face the team.

“Who the fuck is this?” Peacemaker asks Murn before looking between you and Vigilante. “Do you two know each other or something?”

You don’t deign to reply.

There’s a squeak of a chair being dragged on linoleum as Vigilante pulls himself up onto a seat next to Peacemaker with a wince.

“Economos says you want to join the team,” says Murn. 

“That’s right.”

“Why?”

“I know everything that goes on in Evergreen.”

“And?”

“I have information and skills that I want money for. Obviously.”

“How much?”

You were talking about splitting the reward for the gorilla but Murn’s expectant look makes it clear this is a contract. What’s that saying again? A contract in the hand is worth a gorilla in the bush? … Something like that.

“Well, what are you paying him?” You cast your eyes at Vigilante who shrugs. Unbelievable. “They’re not paying you? Idiot.”

Murn and Harcourt glance at each other awkwardly. “This is strictly off the books,” says Murn.

“So you were just going to take advantage of him? No way. I want my pay backdated for all the intell I’ve found for you. And his too for whatever it is he’s doing for you.”

“How do you guys know each other?” asks John, pulling up a chair behind his laptop.

You look at Vigilante warningly and answer before he can open his fat mouth. “I’ve sent some work his way once or twice. And compensated him fairly for it,” you add pointedly.

“Oh, they’ve definitely fucked,” laughs Peacemaker.

“Shouldn’t you be in Belle Reve?” You glare at him.

Peacemaker ignores the question. “Did he keep the mask on with you too?” He pouts faux-sympathetically.

This catches you off-guard. Not Vigilante and Peacemaker fucking - Vigilante is so obsessed with him that you guessed it was only a matter of time.

But he did keep his mask on.

Vigilante groans and leans forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his knees and staring determinedly at his injured foot.

“Ha! I knew it!”

“Enough!” Murn gives Peacemaker a severe look before turning his attention back to you. “John says you know the location of what we’re looking for.”

“I’m not telling you until you get me up to speed with what you’ve got so far. John wouldn’t tell me shit online. Call it a show of good faith.”

“And we’re supposed to just take your word that you actually have useful information?” asks Adebayo.

John opens his mouth to reply but Vigilante beats him to the punch.

“She knows,” says Vigilante, finally looking up. “She’s… she’s a good PI. If she says she knows, she knows.”

“Well, we can’t divulge state secrets just because Vigilante vouches for you. Tell us the ‘where’ and if it checks out - you’re in,” says Harcourt.

You look around at this unlikely group. If you want to catch the gorilla you need their help. You need their weapons. You need their money.

“It’s at the Glan Tai bottling plant. You heard of it?”

“Pulling it up now…” John types on his keyboard. “It makes sense, Murn. They’ve got the production, the distribution channels… This is probably it.”

Distribution channels? What’s the gorilla at Glan Tai got to do with distribution? 

You keep your face neutral - if there’s one thing you’ve learned from this job, it’s when to sit back, shut up and listen.

You try to piece things together as Murn talks about ‘butterflies’ and their ‘food source’. Economos checks highway CCTV footage and confirms that your intel is correct. This is extremely lucky for you because you’re clearly talking about two entirely different things. You wonder if these ‘butterflies’ are some kind of parasite-induced sleeper agent. And maybe the food source is a drug to release them from their fugue state?

“...And the gorilla?” you ask eventually.

“What about the gorilla?” asks Harcourt.

“The gorilla is at Glan Tai.”

“There’s a Butterfly gorilla?” asks Vigilante excitedly. “That is so cool!”

“Is that even possible?” Harcourt asks Murn who nods.

You’ve seen some shit but a gorilla sleeper agent takes the fucking cake. They all seem totally unfazed so you pretend to be too.

“So, what’s our next move? When do we start killing these aliens?” asks Peacemaker.

Aliens.

You discreetly scan the others. Nobody else bats an eyelid at Peacemaker’s use of that word. 

What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

“You two get some rest, come back tonight,” says Murn to Peacemaker and Vigilante. “And you - you’ve got evidence of what we’re doing here?” There’s no point in lying so you nod. “Bring it back here so we can destroy it. All of it.”

You, Peacemaker and Vigilante, leave the video store. You cross the street to get to your car but Vigilante calls your name. You turn around to see him hurriedly limping over while Peacemaker climbs into the Vigilantemobile.

“Hey, I’m glad you’re part of the team now.”

“I can’t return the sentiment.” You scowl at him. Peacemaker beeps the horn of Vigilante’s car. “You’d better hurry up - you don’t want to keep your boyfriend waiting.”

“We’re not in a relationship. You know I only wanted to be with-”

“Don’t you dare.”

“C’mon, can’t you at least tell me why you stopped answering my calls?”

“I already told you - I’m not going to wait around my entire life for a guy who won’t even show me his face. Or tell me his real name.”

“I can’t -”

“Save your excuses for someone who gives a shit.” Peacemaker blasts the horn again. “At least I know you keep the mask on when you fuck him too. It’s not like he’s seen your face.”

Vigilante’s visor-covered eyes avoid contact with yours. His hesitation is like a punch in the gut. 

“He’s seen your face?” You don’t mean to whisper it. The words just spill from your lips like you’ve been winded.

“Not like that. That was just a meaningless threesome-”

“But he’s seen it?”

He nods.

You push him aside to throw your car door open and get in. “Fuck you, V.” You slam it shut and drive away, not even bothering to glance at him standing haplessly in your rearview mirror.

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Later that evening, you and John cross-check your intel. It’s becoming clear that this is way out of your fucking league. But if Vigilante can do it, you can too.

Right?

“You want some peanut M&Ms?”.

He accepts a handful gladly. “Why is so much of this about the fucking gorilla?” John asks with his mouth full, looking over your shoulder at your laptop screen.

The necessity of any quick thinking on your part is interrupted when you hear Murn’s voice ringing from the back office.

“You told Vigilante to kill Peacemaker's father?!” 

You and John drop what you’re doing and peer tentatively around the door of the office where Murn is berating Adebayo.

“I didn't tell him to… I just kinda put the idea in his head,” she explains.

“That Peacemaker would be better off without his father?”

Oh no.

“Where’s Vigilante?” you ask suspiciously, joining Murn as he stands with his arms crossed. He looks furious.

“He’s in jail,” mumbles Adebayo. “I might have suggested that if someone were to go in and kill Peacemaker’s dad, all our problems would go away.”

You run your hands through your hair.

“How could you manipulate him like that?” Your combat boots squeak on the floor as you pace across it, catastrophising aloud. “In case you hadn’t noticed, Vigilante is very fucking easy to manipulate. And he has a record. What if he kills someone in prison and gets locked up for life? Or what if he gets himself killed trying?”

“Peacemaker’s gonna see right through this. He’ll know exactly what you tried to do,” says Murn to Adebyo sternly.

They’re fucking crazy. 

“Who gives a shit about Peacemaker? Vigilante is locked in jail with the White Dragon!” You plead urgently. Vigilante is in real danger and all they care about is Peacemaker’s feelings.

“Economos, can you get Vigilante out of the system before he screws us worse than we're already screwed?”

John sighs. “I don’t even know this guy’s name.”

The four of them look at you.

You cross your arms. “I can’t tell you his name.”

“Guess he’s gonna die in prison then -”

“Last name Chase. First name Adrian.” You blurt out his secret that you’ve been holding deep in your chest. “But you can’t tell him I told you. He doesn’t know I know.”

You crowd around John’s laptop as he pulls up Adrian’s file. 

“We shouldn’t be looking at this,” you say as you stare intently at his mugshot - the mugshot you’re so well acquainted with. You’d rather die than admit how many hours you’ve spent sitting at your desk late at night, looking at his police record on your laptop.

And suddenly, it’s like you’re back in bed with him, as he stares breathlessly at the ceiling and you lie there naked on top of his bare chest, looking into his masked face, picturing that very same mugshot underneath it.

“Guess again,” Vigilante says. You can tell even under the mask that he’s grinning, enjoying your questioning.

“Hmm… are you a doctor? You’ve stitched yourself up a lot.”

“You think I’m a doctor and live here?”

Vigilante watches as you make a show of pursing your lips thoughtfully. The warm afternoon sun streaks through the gaps in his blinds onto his bed. It makes it look like there’s a golden halo around your messy bed hair. He tucks a small strand behind your ear as you walk your index and middle fingers along his chest and down his shoulder. 

“Maybe a fireman with these big strong arms?”

He likes you when you let your walls down like this. You’re almost downright playful when he’s satisfied you - a personality trait he still hasn’t extricated from you outside these four walls.

“Man, I am so good at this secret identity thing if I can keep it a secret from a PI.”

You laugh. “I guess so.”

He didn’t know that you had long known his real job. And his real name. Or that you’d trace your fingers over his face on your laptop screen as you tried to reconcile it with the masked killer who was content to let you into his bed but never his real life.

“Wasn’t he our busboy at Fennel Fields?” Adebayo’s question snaps you back to the present. 

“Can you pull him out?” You ask John.

“It’s… done.” He says, with a final click of his keyboard. “Let’s just hope he hasn’t done anything stupid. Yet.” 

Harcourt shrugs her leather jacket on. “I’ll pick him up.”

Great - first he reveals to Peacemaker who he is and now Harcourt who he’s known for a hot minute is about to see his face too. 

You frown. “He’s gonna be really upset we know his identity.” 

“You wanna come and soften the blow?”

“I’ll drive.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Harcourt sits in the passenger seat of your car outside of the Evergreen Police Department. You’ve been sitting here quietly in the dark, staring at the front doors for almost an hour.

“So what’s your deal with Vigilante?” She asks, finally breaking the silence.

“I told you - I threw some contract work his way. Used him as a bodyguard from time to time when I needed the extra muscle.”

“And then what? Why did you call him an asshole?”

“Because he can be an asshole.” 

“That doesn’t sound right. A psychopath maybe. But an asshole? I don’t buy it.”

You keep your eyes focused on the police station door to hide your face. “He doesn’t mean to be an asshole.” You swallow with difficulty. “He just has a code. Lots of quirky little rules he has to follow that makes it difficult for someone ordinary like me to be - I mean, to work with him.”

“Like not revealing his secret identity.”

It’s not a question but you nod all the same.

“So this is your first time seeing him without his mask?”

“That he knows of.” Your forehead touches the cool glass window. It’s like if you stare hard enough at the door he’ll appear in one piece. “I had to do my background checks.”

The doors open and you see Adrian Chase in his cardigan and jeans walking out into the dark night, illuminated by the fluorescent streetlights.

He’s alive.

You roll down your window and he stops dead. He stares at you in shock with his lips parted slightly - unsure whether you recognise him or not.

Harcourt stretches across your seat and calls to Adrian. “We’re here to take you home. Get in.”

When he climbs into the back seat of your car you both turn in your seats. You breathe a sigh of relief seeing him up close - physically he’s unscathed.

“He’s still alive…” He says. “I’m Adrian.”

“Okay,” Harcourt says simply.

“I’m glad you’re not hurt,” you tell him.

He looks up at both of you sadly over his wire-rimmed glasses. “I think I might have made things worse.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After you drop Harcourt off at her motel, Adrian gets into the passenger seat. You let him give directions to his apartment, even though you already know where he lives.

“This is me,” he says when you pull up to his building and park in the spot you’ve parked in on countless occasions.

“I know.”

“Right. Yeah, you’ve been here.”

“A couple of times, yeah…”

His stupid code. You could know where he lives but never see his face. And now you can’t stop yourself from drinking him in - his slightly stubbly chin from his day spent in prison, the way his curly hair is all messed up. He groans heavily and leans his head back against the headrest. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

“The guys know how you ended up in jail - they don’t blame you.” He doesn’t say anything. You search his face as he stares gloomily ahead. “What happened in there, V?” you ask.

“I tried to provoke Peacemaker’s dad into a fight. It worked at first - the Aryans took the bait but his dad saw right through it. I think I’ve fucked up the whole mission.”

So Vigilante went into a viper pit unarmed and provoked a bunch of nazis into fighting him.

Deep down, you know it’s fucked up to be attracted to someone capable of such violence but if you’re honest with yourself, it’s what drew you to him in the first place. You knew about the headlines before you met him. And the idea of him taking on a dangerous prison gang really shouldn’t make your heart pound the way it is right now.

You take a deep, steadying breath. “You don’t have to be sorry about that.”

You’ve never touched his hair before but you want to stroke it and comfort him. Tell him that it wasn’t his fault and it’ll all be okay. But he interrupts your train of thought before you can reach your hand out. 

“I meant I’m sorry about us.”

Why is your first instinct to tell him that it’s no big deal that he broke your heart? Stupidly, you want to protect him from it - from the hurt he caused you. Comfort him, put his feelings before your own just because you can tell that right now he needs it.

But it is a big deal. 

As soon as you remind yourself he couldn’t trust you enough to let you in, it feels like your heart is shattering all over again, mourning what you could have had.

Trust.

“I told the team your name so they could bail you out,” you admit, desperate to get the fact that you betrayed him off your chest. “I was worried about you locked up in there.”

He turns his head to look at you properly for the first time all night. The streetlights are reflected in his dorky little glasses.

“You knew my name?” He doesn’t look betrayed - he just looks surprised. “How…?”

You lift your finger from the steering wheel to point at his apartment. “Anyone with your address could find out who you are. And your full name appears on my checking account when you cash the checks I write you.”

“So you know… everything?”

“Yup.”

His eyebrows knit together in a plea. “Why didn’t you tell me before?” 

“I wanted you to tell me. I wanted you to want me to know.”

“Knowing my secret identity would put you at risk.”

“That bullshit and you know it, V. I don’t need you to protect me.”

“Yeah you do - that’s why you had me come with you on jobs.”

“I can handle myself.”

“Then why did you hire me?”

“I was curious about the man behind the headlines, I guess. Then I nearly went broke trying to spend time with you. Do you honestly think I wanted to give you a cut of my contracts for months? ”

He presses his palms into his eyes, pushing his glasses up out of the way and trying to make sense of it all.

“So those jobs were just you finding a reason to hang out?” He drags his hands down his face.

“Well, not at first. But then we started sleeping together after jobs and I wanted to keep doing that.”

“I would’ve wanted to be with you even without those jobs.”

“Oh yeah? You’d have taken me out on a date as Vigilante?” He opens his mouth to speak but closes it again - as if reconsidering whatever he was about to say. “After all that time you still didn’t trust me enough to take off your mask. The last time we saw each other I practically begged you to show me who you are. Then Peacemaker comes back in town and you - what? Just rip off your mask and spill the beans without a second thought?”

“I was being tortured by Goff-”

“The senator tortured you?”

“Well, the Butterfly who had taken over his body. But yeah. He - I mean she - ripped off my mask and tried to cut off my pinky toe. Peacemaker was just there.”

You feel sick thinking about him being tortured. Then you feel sick about feeling sick. It’s not just normal empathy. You want revenge. But you know you shouldn’t care this much. Not when you’ve been broken up for so long.

“Shit, V. That’s horrible.” 

“Besides, if I was gonna show someone my face it would have been you. Not Peacemaker.” He looks at you sadly. “I wish you hadn’t left.” 

“And I wish you had given me a reason to stay, V. I deserved someone who could trust me. And you… you deserved someone you could be yourself with. We couldn’t be that for each other.”

The hurt on your face is plain for him to see - there’s no point trying to hide it. 

“I do trust you. It’s just…” He hesitates. “You’re the only person I know who thought I was cool.”

“Adrian… that’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Adrian.

It’s the first time you’ve ever called him that and it makes Adrian’s heart leap. Like the two sides of him have finally met you. After all this time.

“It’s not. Everyone else who knows me as Adrian knows I’m a loser. And I thought if I told you I was a busboy with no friends, you’d think that too.”

“You have friends.”

“Yeah, right.”

“The guys in the video store? They were so worried about you in jail. They like you a lot.” He allows himself a small smile like he doesn’t really believe it. “And I…” You pause. How do you feel about Adrian? “I still think you’re cool.”

“You do?”

He looks at you like he can’t believe you’re actually saying the words he was afraid you’d never say.

“Of course I do. You’re still the masked Vigilante of Evergreen. And I’m just… ordinary.”

He scoffs in amazement. “You’re not ordinary - you’re like the smartest person I know. And you don’t need to hide behind a mask to do your job. 

“I’m not that smart.”

“I mean, you found out more about the butterflies than the US government.”

You bite your lip, trying not to smile. “Can I tell you something? And you won’t tell the rest of the team?”

“You can tell me anything.” 

“I didn’t know what butterflies were until today.” He looks extremely confused so you press on. “I met John in a dark web chatroom when I was researching the missing gorilla. And I thought you guys were looking for it too.”

He laughs. A merciless side-splitting laugh that doesn’t take your embarrassment into consideration at all. But it shows off his beautiful smile. And when you see it you can’t stop yourself from joining in too. It’s so ridiculous. You wanted to find the gorilla, and maybe get your PI business mentioned again in the local paper. Now you’ve been roped into saving the world with a black ops team and Vigilante.

You both try to regain your composure and stare at each other, catching your breath. He shakes his head, grinning.

Christ, look at him.

“I sometimes wondered if you wouldn’t remove your mask because you were just a bad kisser. I mean, I saw your mugshot so I already knew you were pretty.” You can’t help but tell him. You know the grainy photo on his record like the back of your hand but in person, he’s frankly gorgeous. 

“Thanks, I know.”

You laugh again. “And modest.”

“You think I fund being Vigilante on a busboy salary? I get a lot of tips.”

“It all makes sense now. The only thing that doesn’t make sense is why you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Because she didn’t want to wait around for an idiot who wouldn’t even kiss her.”

You stare at each other in the shadowy silence for a few moments. 

“It’s late, we should both get some rest.”

“Wait, don’t go.” His hand touches your thigh and it feels like there’s an electric current buzzing between his hand and the fabric of your jeans. The atmosphere almost crackles, like lighting about to strike in the middle of a storm. It’s the first time he’s touched you since you walked out on him six months ago and never went back. “It’s super late, you should crash at mine.”

“If I come upstairs we both know what’s going to happen.”

He tilts his head and you watch dimples form as the corners of his mouth turn into a mischievous smile. “That’s kind of the idea.”

“A bad one. We need to work together.”

“When has fucking ever stopped us from completing a job?”

“It hasn’t. But when we stopped seeing each other… I was really cut up. I couldn’t concentrate on work for a while. It’s why I needed the reward for the gorilla so badly.”

“Then we just won’t stop this time.”

“Adrian… I’ve only just pulled myself together again. I’m not sure it’s the right thing to do.”

He removes his hand from your leg to unclip his seatbelt. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” Adrian gives you an apologetic look. 

You stare at his lips. They’re just there. His whole face is out in the open. And now his lips, and the rest of him, are about to leave your car and you never know when you’ll see him unmasked again. He opens the car door.

“Wait -”

He turns back around in his seat.

“Let me find out if you’re a bad kisser. At least I can tell myself I’m not missing out on anything if you are.”

“You’re gonna be so mad…” He cups your face and brushes your cheekbone with his thumb. “I’m a really good kisser.”

You smile and his lips meet yours. 

It’s nothing like you imagined.

When you had sex it always felt urgent, even dangerous, getting into bed with a masked cape who was wanted for murder. More often than not he fucked you from behind, tugged fistfuls of your hair and slapped your ass. 

But his kisses… his kisses are soft and slow. And good.

You’re totally screwed.

He sucks your lip gently and then his tongue traces across yours. You urge yourself forward in the driver’s seat closer to him, bringing your hand up to cradle the nape of his neck and lace your hand in his soft hair.

Warmth spreads in your chest when he deepens the kiss. You secretly hoped he’d be like this when he was unmasked. Your hot and rough encounters were always fun but in your heart you always wanted him to want you like this. Deeply. Reverently. 

You break apart and press your forehead against his with your eyes closed, feeling your heart hammering against your chest.

“What’s the verdict?” he asks.

You open your eyes to see his green ones searching yours from behind his glasses. He lets out a long, happy exhale when he hears your seatbelt unclick.

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Adrian’s bedroom is neat, clean, with framed vintage comic books on his walls and illuminated by a lava lamp on his bedside table. Details you remember from previous visits but barely register this time as you both burst through his bedroom door while he kisses you. Refusing to take his hands from your body, he kicks the door shut behind him forgetting about his injured foot. He regrets it immediately.

“Fuck!” He pulls away and winces.

“Careful,” you soothe, shrugging your jacket off onto the floor and he lifts your shirt off. As soon as your skin is uncovered his mouth finds it. He drags his tongue across your collarbones and between your breasts, nudging the cup of your bra aside so he can find your nipple.

His warm mouth feels almost too good to be true as he sucks on the hard, pebbled skin and moves on to taste every inch of your exposed chest, his deft hands unhooking your bra and tossing it aside quickly. 

The entire day could have been a crazy fever dream. You’ve gone from your heart sinking at the very sight of him to it fluttering like crazy as you lie back on his mattress so he can pull your jeans and underwear off.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says, sinking to his knees between your legs at the edge of the bed.

Even though you’re completely naked on his bed while he’s still dressed, you somehow feel less on display than he is right now without his mask. It feels taboo watching his jaw muscles tighten as he works his mouth all over your inner thighs. There’s something so controlled about the way he meticulously kisses the sensitive skin at the crux of your thigh that makes your lip quiver. 

You’ve spent enough time around his quick reflexes to know Vigilante is going to be skilled at eating you out but sometimes, especially in the depths of your despair during your breakup, there was a niggling inkling at the back of your mind that the mask might just be a convenient excuse not to. 

You had suspected, or maybe even hoped, when you hooked up that he had come really, really close to rolling up the bottom half of his mask and tasting you. More than once, you had caught a fleeting glimpse of him at odds with himself, his eyes behind his visor staring at your pussy and his neck muscles contracting as he swallowed thickly, strengthening his resolve and deciding to protect his own identity instead.

But tonight - finally - his tongue slides between your folds and you let out a low whine when the furnace-hot heat of his mouth besets itself over your clit.

Adrian groans when he tastes your arousal flooding his mouth. His hands cup under your ass as he pulls himself closer. You dare yourself to run your hand through his hair again, your fingernails lightly scratching his scalp. It still feels like it shouldn’t be allowed but he doesn’t seem to mind at all as his lips suck on your swollen clit.

“Fuck, Adrian…” His real name still sounds foreign on your lips, like you have to make a conscious effort to say it. 

Adrian looks up at you over his glasses, his pupils wide in the dim violet light of the lava-lamp-lit room. He takes in your glowing face and chest as you lie propped up on your elbows, enjoying the sight of him on the floor between your legs.

His fingers knead the soft, pillowy flesh of your ass like he doesn’t want to let you go anywhere ever again. And you don’t want to. Fuck the mission. Can’t you just stay here forever? In Adrian’s bedroom, panting while his tongue runs firm circles over your clit.

When you roll your hips in encouragement, he lets out a soft little moan sending vibrations over the bundle of nerves - it almost makes you dissolve right there and then. 

“I can’t believe I let you… fuck - let you get away with not doing this before,” you whimper. “So - s’fucking good, V.”

“Adrian,” he says and the tiniest absence of friction when his tongue leaves your clit makes your fingers tighten in his hair, urging him to return to your aching pussy.

“Adrianadrianadrian,” you babble, scared that his lips will leave you again. No more V. No more Vigilante. Just Adrian. Here. Eating your pussy like it’s you who’d been depriving him of this for months on end. Pleasure rises deep in your core like the tide getting ready to crash against the cliff face.

Your brain becomes fuzzy as increasingly desperate noises escape your throat - something strangled between a whine and his name. You squirm against his tongue as he relentlessly continues, determined to draw from you the orgasm that you’ve been desperate for since he kissed you in the car and you realised his mouth would feel like heaven.

The pressure of his tongue against your soaking wet pussy makes you writhe in exhilaration. You barely notice his fingers digging harder into your skin as you arch your spine and throw your head back.

Your thigh muscles tense and relax, trembling on either side of his face. “Adrian, I’m gonna - gonna cum…”

Instead of responding, he sinks two fingers deep inside your cunt, giving you something to squeeze around as every muscle in your pelvis tightens. He curls his fingers slightly and it’s just enough to push you over the fucking edge.

The purplish glow of the room turns blinding white as waves, hot and wet, break over you and your body floods with ecstasy. Your whole lower body stiffens as your walls clench around his fingers and you grind your pussy against his mouth.

Fuck, you’ve been missing out. You haven’t been with anyone else the entire time you’ve been apart and it’s like your body has been crying for exactly this moment without you realising how much you needed it. Needed his mouth on you.

The room comes into focus again gradually as Adrian gives you a last few slow, gentle kisses before sliding his fingers out of your still-twitching centre.

You breathe heavily and look at him kneeling on the floor.

He looks stupidly pleased with himself, the corner of his wet, glistening mouth upturned in a self-congratulatory smile at the way he’s taken you apart piece by piece. You can’t help but giggle from endorphins buzzing through your body. It makes your abdomen hurt from all the tensing you were doing. 

Adrian slaps the side of your ass and gets to his feet, undoing his belt buckle. “C’mon, bend over,” he grins.

You sit up, shake your head and smile. “Nuh-uh, I wanna see your pretty face when you cum.” He blinks a couple of times dazedly. “Did you forget about your mask for a second?”

Adrian clears his throat. “Uh...No?”

He so did.

“C’mere.” You hook your fingers through his belt loops and pull him closer. You kiss the light trail of hair covering his hard abdomen while your fingers work to undo his jeans and pull them down to release him from the confines of his boxers.

God, you missed it. He has a pretty face alright but his cock is fucking perfect.

Your cheeks grow hot feeling him so close. You grip his hard length and draw your tongue across the tip, tasting the salty bead of precum. 

“Take your top off,” you say, looking up at him before running your tongue along his shaft, keeping eye contact.

He grips the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it off over his head. Seeing him in the purple glow, every contour of his sculpted abdomen illuminated sends burning heat to your pelvis. You never thought you were into muscular guys, not until you saw Vigilante take his suit off for the first time. Now you’re not sure if you could go back to anything else. Anyone else. 

You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock but he interrupts you.

“I need to fuck you. Please.”

At this point, you’re so turned on it’s an offer you can’t refuse. You release him and scoot back on the bed. He goes to crawl on top of you but flinches when his injured foot meets the mattress.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I just need to - ah fuck.”

“It’s okay. Here, lie down. Let me go on top.”

He does so with relief and you swing your leg over his thighs.

“Better?” 

“Fuck yeah,” he says, looking at your naked figure sitting on top of him.

You reach into his bedside drawer where you know he keeps his condoms. Your fingers skirt over what you suspect are bags of candy until you find the corrugated square shape you’re looking for. You take it out and roll the condom on him.

“Okay, easy,” you say, positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. He throbs under the grip of your hand in anticipation. “Don’t overexert yourself.”

“You were totally cool with me over-exerting myself on the floor a second ago.”

“I was talking to myself,” you smirk. “It’s been a while.”

You ease yourself down onto his cock, feeling the beautiful stretch as you adjust to his size. 

“Shit…” he breathes, clamping his hands down hard on your hips, forcing you to bottom out. His eyebrows knit together and he sighs through parted lips, feeling the way your walls stretch around him. He looks so beautiful - you can’t stop looking at his lips.

You lean forward, planting your hands on either side of his head so you can lean down and kiss him. The taste of your juices registers on your tongue as his enters your mouth. You deepen the kiss and Adrian responds by jerking his hips up needily, pressing into your g-spot.

You moan and suck on his bottom lip, gently rolling it between your teeth as he pushes into the most sensitive part of your centre. Searing heat burns low in your belly, spreading to your thighs. You push yourself back up to ride him and grab his wrists, dragging them from your waist to grope at your chest.

“Fuck, you look so hot riding my dick.”

“Yeah? Rose-tinted visor isn’t all it’s cracked up to be?”

You’re teasing him but it seems to spur him on, as he squeezes your tits and jerks up into your bouncing hips. Every wet slap that meets your ears only increases your neediness for him. It burns brightly in your core, making you wetter and even more desperate for your next orgasm.

Every roll of your body sends his cock plunging into you, pushing against you at the perfect angle. God, he feels incredible. Your walls start to convulse around him, clamping down and gripping his cock as your second climax rears its head.

“Adrian, fuck, I’m close…” you plead, frantically chasing your high, wildly gyrating and bouncing in time with his thrusts.

“Say it again.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna-”

“No, say my name,” he says, through gritted teeth, his neck muscles tightening in the soft light. 

His neck.

“Fuck, Adrian.” You lunge forward and bite on his neck. He grabs handfuls of your ass, anchoring himself into you as he thrusts savagely upwards sending pleasure rocketing through you. Fuck he’s deep. So fucking deep.

His name leaves your lips over and over, broken and ragged as every jerk of his hip knocks the air out of your lungs. Bliss ignites and your cry of pleasure is muffled as you moan and run your tongue over his neck, smelling his aftershave mixed with his musky sweat. An explosion, more fierce than any grenade blast bursts through your centre as he pummels his cock with unparalleled force and precision, even as you squirm and shake, unable to keep moving your own hips in time with his.

With every ounce of strength you have you lean up on your arms to look at his face. His eyes are squeezed shut and his facial muscles contort as he sucks through his teeth.

“Cum for me, Adrian,” you murmur sweetly in his ear and he opens his eyes, giving you a terminally helpless look as he slams his hips into your hot, wet cunt and you squeeze around him as tight as you can. With a final thrust, you feel his thighs tighten and his cock pulsing inside you as he cums.

You flatten your body back on top of his - the warm, damp sweat between your chests feels strangely pleasant. His fingers trace circles up your spine, gently tickling your back. Adrian turns his head to kiss you and you both lie for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours.

After what feels like a long time of lying in quiet elation, you make yourself climb carefully off of him and roll over, resting back on his pillows.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he says and you lie back watching him dispose of the condom, taking care not to put any pressure on his bandaged toe. He launches himself back on the bed with a thud making you bounce on the mattress. “Good, you’re still here,” he says, leaning on his elbow and looking down at you.

“Where else would I be?” you laugh.

“Well… you usually leave right after. Except that one time I accidentally bought peanut M&Ms.”

You look at him apologetically. In fairness, the mask was hardly an invitation to spend the night - what was he going to do? Sleep in it? “Do you have peanut M&Ms?”

He nods to his bedside drawer and you open it to see that it’s stuffed with the little yellow bags.

“You like peanut M&Ms now?”

He pulls a face. “No way dude, they’re so gross.”

“Then why…?”

“I guess I always hoped you might change your mind and come back. So I bought them whenever I thought about you.”

You look at the drawer - there’s practically enough that Adrian could have made a trail of peanut M&Ms from your apartment across town to his. “You would have made a really sweet boyfriend,” you sigh.

“Well, I mean… I still could,” he says in a would-be nonchalant type of way, pushing up his glasses with his finger and avoiding your gaze.

“Yeah?” You weren’t sure if he’d be open to picking up where you left off. But it feels right when it didn’t before. Now you know him. Really know him. 

He pulls his eyes up and meets your gaze with a smile. “If you want me to?”

“I’d like that. A lot.”

“Sweet,” he says with a wide smile, not bothering to hide how giddy he is.

You open the packet. “For the record, I’m not just staying because of the M&Ms this time.”

“I know.”

“And I’m glad you’re on the team.”

He nods happily, watching you pop a few into your mouth. “Hashtag me too.”

[tosksuki]

SWEETHEART

Pairing : Eren x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: p in v! , passing out in the middle of seggsy time, squirting, alot of cum, mating press, breeding, raw, crying , mention of animals, You and Eren work with animals, screaming (not arguing), kissing, m&f receiving head, breeding, cum eating, pet names( sweetheart ;) ,honey, baby), many badwords!!! NOT THOROUGHLY PROOF RED

WORDCOUNT: 4.5k😟😟😟

PLOT: You the owner of a bew clinic have been stressed but somewhere in the mix youve found interest in a new hire! Being that Sasha and Mikasa are your best friends, they give you a push… NOT THOROUGHLY PROOF RED

It was summer time while you were hanging out with Sasha and Mikasa doing nothing in particular. So you were dressed lowkey lazily. You've been working your ass off at your new clinic for straight weeks now, you really needed it! You had a really good amount of employees hired already and even they could notice the tired in your eyes. The three of you were walking downtown. It was night so it was all dimly lit. Sasha decided you three should order Mediterranean takeout and sit on the beach.

You were zoned out listening to the sounds of the water sloshing against the sand. Mikasa and Sasha were talking about who knows what. Mikasa suddenly shook you “hey you what’s wrong” she said, flicking your forehead. You scrunched your forehead “why the fuck!!!” “You’ve barely touched your food and your staring at the water” she said concerned. “Yeah she’s right, are you okay?” Sasha said while trying to sneak her fork into your food she almost got away with it too. “Your hungry ass” you said smiling slapping her hand away.

“Guys I'm fine , My headache went away so i can finally think.” You let out a breathy sigh. “But now its back because of you two” you grinned, pushing them both away giggling. “Awee we love you too pretty” Mikasa said lovingly. “You know you can talk to us about anything” sasha sayed putting on a fake man voice. they both squeezed you into a tight hug. “Welll…….there is this cute new hire but…..”you were trailing off about it being unprofessional or something who knows. Your two friends were staring at you like they've seen a ghost. “A BOYYYY?!?!” they both basically screamed out in unison faces 4 inches away from yours.

“Nevermind” you began stuffing your face with food , “this is actually so good oh my God” you said with your mouthful, movements quick hoping that they forget about what you just said. Mikasa grabbed your fork “first of all, chew?” Her face contorted with confusion as she stared at you annoyed. “Calm down , you just never talk about boys! After yk who…” Sasha said surprised .“It's okay”. You swore your brown skin was turning pink somehow.

You talked about him for a little bit and they somehow convinced you that you should talk to him the next time you go back to work. The rest of the night was spent with the three of you talking about everything and nothing at the same time. It was almost 3 in the morning by the time you left and you decided to just have a sleepover at your house. You don’t remember how you even made it into your bed but you did anyway! The two of them stayed for the next two days (already having clothes at yourss)until it was time for you to go to work.

You put just a little tad bit of effort into your appearance before going to work. You put on some light makeup and some cute lashes that bring out your eyes. You packed your lunch bag and work bag before heading out. You were kind of panicked unsure if you were even going to do it or not. Eren was quiet and attentive when he cared for animals. He was really smart so when he heard that you were looking for help with sorting out the finances for your clinic bills and what not,,he offered his hand. Now you two were in your office sorting through the papers in somewhat awkward silence.

Your mouth opened and closed but no words came out. Too nervous. “Ms, is something wrong?” Eren pushed up his glasses to get a better view of you. Honestly he thought you were one of the prettiest girls hes ever seen. His head turned slightly waiting for a response. “O-oh uhm uh I wa- uhm nevermind ihavetogotothebathroom” you muttered as you hurriedly pushed to the bathroom. “Ahhhh what the fuck” you put your hand over your face very clearly and reasonably embarrassed. “Excuse me Miss, are you alright?” It was Eren.

“Im fine but—-“ you fixed your composure and peeped your head halfway out the bathroom door. “Would you like to get dinnerwithmethisweekend?” You forced out hurriedly, not making any eye contact while he burned into your face. “Yeah! I mean yes, I have to get going, my shift is over.” He said, trying to hide his excitement. He's cuter than you thought. You grinned “okay Eren have a nice night”. The rest of the week consisted of the two of you stealing glances at each other smiling or just teasing. Schedule too busy to sit down and talk, you had the last of your meetings for a while with your business partners.

“Hey is it okay if I pick you up instead?”

“ yeah sure? How should I dress?”

“Casual is fine”

“Mk, ill be ready”

You were supposed to dress simple but you were so nervous you forgot what it meant and after scrolling through Pinterest, mismatching, and overthinking you finally found something casual and a little too much. “But! Why be underdressed when you can be overdressed” you said checking and spinning yourself around in the mirror. You did some light makeup and brushed out your lashes focusing on small details. You knew if you didn’t you would worry yourself till you canceled.

Ding

“Im here”

Now it's time to panic , you gave Fritz, your dog a few more pets before you left. Hand barely able to open the door. You glanced to spot erens car in front before you distracted yourself by digging through your purse. (How to avoid the awkward walk to the car irl though??????😞😞). Before you got to the car Eren slipped out to open the door for you. You almost fell when you saw him. He looked good in his scrubs but wow… Maybe its because you saw the tattoos that were usually kept hidden. You knew he had them from the small glimpses you were able to catch.

“Thank you Eren” you said as you slipped in putting on your seatbelt. “You’re welcome Miss…” he began but you cut him off, “uhuh-“ you shook your head “if we’re gonna be doing this then call me by my name” you quietly giggled. “Yes ma’ammmm” he said with a smile, his grill shining. “You look beautiful today yk?” Eyes focused on the road. “Thank you ‘Ren, you’re so sweet you look really good too” you said shyly. “I look good, ya hungry already?” He laughed when he heard your gasp saying how he was just kidding. The two of you talked about eachothers music taste, what school you went to, and a whole lot of nothing.

The two of you went to a new Mediterranean restaurant. It was going pretty good. You two shared alot of interest other than your job! He was surprised to see that you had some ink aswell. “How did you like your food?” He questioned. “Its so good i already feel full” you snorted. His eyebrow perked up “cmere” he said with a devilish grin,leaning over the table to whisper in your ear, “i can do you one better sweetheart.” He put his thumb on the side of your mouth wiping the left over sauce off your face. “Oh…” your breath hitched he plopped back down into his seat licking his thumb. “Mhmmm that is good” he said like nothing ever happened. Your expression was the complete opposite you squeezed your thighs and took a deep breath. “You sure are something else..” gaze lifting to look into his grey eyes. “I was only helping” he said, defending himself and shrugging with a funny pout as he met your eyes.

You were in the restaurant for almost 2 hours just talking. Your server came by for the time that they were closing down for the day. You giggled, “I guess we should be on our way then” talkin to ren. He took your hand walking you out the restaurant into the car. “I had alot of fun tonight” he said calmly, you agreed. “It’s been so long since Ive been on a date” you commented. “M’ glad you asked because I was too scared to” he mumbled scratching his neck with one hand steering. “Whaaaaaa” you shreiked. “Yeah Ive had my eyes on you since I applied but…..you’re so out of my league” you laughed “HAH yeah right.” You laughed out rolling your eyes. He smiled , it was so pretty though. You sighed, the two of you sitting in comfortable silence. He pulled the car into your driveway. You began to undo your seatbelt and before you reached for the door handle he grabbed your wrist. Yanking it back towards him, your face filled with confusion. Tension was forming between the small space of your faces. “I meant what i said” he whispered eyes flicking back to your and your lips. “You’re the prettiest thing I've ever seen sweetheart” he reminded ,hand cupping your cheek rubbing his thumb comfortingly against your face.

The air around you was so thick and heavy now. You leaned into his touch eyes focusing on eachother, saying things you weren’t able to get out. You leaned in kissing him, his hand moving to the back of your neck pulling you in closer. He was kissing you like he was still hungry. He opened his mouth and you took it as an invite to explore his mouth even more. You softly bit his lip and sucked on his tongue just a little bit. “Fuck” he groaned and you whined almost cried as he pulled away a string of spit separating the two of you. He knew he had to stop and if he didn’t now he’d be on you till the morning. He didn’t want you to think he was just here for that.

Silence filled the car as you just practically eye fucked each other gaze snapping away from another when you heard fritz loud barking. “Bye Eren” you gave him a soft smile as you got out the car. “See you later sweetheart” he waved with a fat goofy grin taking over his face. He only pulled off when he saw you disappear behind the door. “Hi Fritz, mommy missed you soo much”. She jumped off the bed and onto you making you trip and almost fall. “Woah okay calm down” you warned “you’re too big for that”. She was a german shepherd afterall. She whimpered at your words, she's only 1! You threw your clothes off discarding them onto the floor and jumped into bed.

You immediately called Sasha and Mikasa , they were so excited for you. You mentioned the kiss and sasha nearly cried. “Please wear protection y/nnnnn” she begged. “Yeah, im not ready to be the rich auntie yet.” Mikasa added. Now they were going back and forth and you rolled your eyes at your best friends.

“Goodnight sweetheart”

“Good night Renny<3”

You kicked your feet giggling into the sheets. Embarrassing! “Fritz, i think you’re getting a new daddy” she barked and jumped into your bed to rest on your stomach.

Now its been 3 months since youve asked Eren on your first date. Its been great youve been seeing each other almost every weekend and when you can you try and go to lunch together when your breaks at work line up. Suspicions have been making their way through the clinic but nothing serious. Honestly you couldn’t have thought things would be going so well for you already! You’ve been getting new patients almost every other day, and you treated your first Capuchin monkey. It was funny because when he woke up the poor thing jumped on Erens head and wouldn’t let go till his owner came.

“GET IT OFF OF ME” Eren screamed comically running around the back. Everyone broke out in fits of laughter. “Calm down honey, hes not doing anything” you tried to reassure your boyfriend- well not officially but hopefully soon. It was working till the thing ripped off his glasses making him hit his head on the wall. “Now that one is your fault “ you giggled while taking him to the waiting room. The small thing jumped off his head into his owners arm. ���I'm so sorry” the sweet lady mouthed before she left. You gave him a quick peck on his lips. “Better already” he said and if u squinted you could see a tail wagging behind him.

After work Eren dropped you off at your house telling you to be ready for tonight. You were excited , you always were. He was so sweet to you, never making you have to stress about dates, just getting you pretty outfits for you to wear. Eren was inherently rich, his father is the head director of a hospital and his mom works under him. So ontop of the money he already had working at the vet made his pockets heavy asl. He told you to wear something fancy so you put on something with a light sweater. Too bad summer is almost over today was a little chilly.

Ding dong

“Who is it?” You asked from the other room, fritz barking when she heard the bell. “Hey shush” you hushed the dog as you walked towards the door. “Take a guess sweetheart”. You unlocked it to reveal the 6’0 man. “For meeee? How nice” you said taking to flowers he bought for you. “Let me put these in a vase and ill be ready.” Fritz has grown fond of Eren, she gave him licks and would follow him around everywhere. It was more believable if you said he was her owner pfft. You placed the flowers into some warm water, you added the flower food and a small amount of sugar.

“Oh wait i forgot to tell you, pack like a sleepover bag, i want you to sleep at mines, if that’s okay?” Eren questioned as if you would say no. You aren’t crazy. “Of course, can we drop Fritz off at Sashas though? I don’t want her to be home alone so long.” You asked a slight tone of concern. Eren agreed , you packed your bag leaving out pjs figuring youd just wear his shirt. You dropped your dog off, sasha slapping a condom into your hand and slamming the door back before you could say anything. Come to think of it , you and Eren haven’t actually had sex yet. You wanted to be his girlfriend first or was it an excuse because you were too scared. You’ve had your make out sessions of course nothing much more besides you mindlessly grinding on his thigh.

The two of you were seated on the rooftop of a restaurant you can’t pronounce even if you tried. It was so romantic, the strung lights hanging around dimly lit the area. The waiter brought out your food. “Hey, remember on our first date, i had a bunch if sauce on my lip” you said grabbing your fork. “Mhm..i remember your outfit and everything pretty.” He said laughing , “you don’t even know how nervous I was, almost pissed myself”. “Makes two of us!” You cackled. He thought you were the most perfect thing hed ever know. You finished eating making your way back to Erens.

No matter how many times you drove by to see his house it was still a shocker. It was like a mansion kind of big, it was cute and comfy on the inside too. As the two of you entered the home he suddenly covered your eyes. “I have a surprise for you, keep them closed and follow me” he taunted and you nodded. “What are you up to boy” you slapped your hand over your eyes while you free one grabbed him. After walking up a flight of stairs and taking familiar turns you finally came to a stop. There was a brief silence when he opened the door to make sure everything was in place. “You can open them” he said, voice cracking, pouring with nerves.

The room was decorated with flower petals and gifts sprawled out on the bed. A sign in them middle asking if he could be your boyfriend. You didn’t really know what to do but stand in shock. He took a step closer opening a box with a ring in it. His hands were so shaky , “s-so?” He stuttered. “Are you joking….” You whispered not knowing what else to say.

His hand moved to cup your cheek, “im so serious” his eyes studying your teary ones , wiping a falling tear with his thumb. You grabbed his arm and pulled him in a skillful kiss. “Y-yea-hah” you lightly moaned as he deepened it, crushing your body with his to pull you an ample amount closer. He pushed you onto the bed moving all the gifts onto the floor not breaking the kiss, your lips following his. Hes climbing over you intertwining his fingers with yours “hhh-hold on mama” he gasped breathlessly breaking away from the kiss.

Your face twisted, eager you pressed your heat against his knee moving your hips to get some friction. He moved down to lick and suck marks into your neck pushing your shirt up, your skirt hiking up dangerously high. “You’re so nasty, no panties today?” he rasped giving you a fair smile when a sticky wet patch appeared on his leg. He pressed it more against you watching the scene play out like it was the greatest porn he’d ever seen. “M-m ore please” you complained , it wasn’t enough this time. Now you’re helping him remove his shirt yours follow after along with your bra.

His mouth found his way to your nipples, sucking and licking them. Rolling the buds inbetween his fingers , “nd im the nasty one?” you said biting your lip with a slick smirk. You ran your hands through his messy hair massaging his scalp. His tongue darted out before tracing a long lick down to your pussy. “Never said i wasn’t” he replied looking up at you n winking. “O-oh” your hips buckled as he placed his thumb onto your clit rubbing soft circles and you could’ve sworn he was spelling his name.

He watched intently before licking down to your dripping hole coming back and giving attention to your hardened bud. His finger stopped rubbing your inner thigh and poked and circled it around your tight entrance. “Eren…cmon” you begged eyes filling with tears. He scrunched your skirt up so he could get a view of your expression.

“Okay sweetheart” who was he to deny you of anything?

He sunk two fingers in curving them into your walls. You jaw opened drool creeping down the side of your mouth. “Taste so good “ he groaned , it sent extra vibrations down to your clit. You were fucking his face unable to control your movements. He started to move his fingers sloppily his mouth work becoming quicker too. “F-fUck ‘m gonna cum Ereh” you cried , “im s-oh closeree” you strained making eye contact. Then his fingers finally finally found that spot. He watched you dip your head further into the mattress back arching up. Your boyfriend fuckking himself, rutting his dick on the side of the bed. “Oh my God “ he growled “c-cum fa m-me mama.”

You helplessly planted your foot on his shoulder pushing it while your hand is tangled in his hair. “Rennie I can’t” You swallowed thickly as your attempt of trying to let him lighten up on you failed. Your stomach squeezing and the pressure became unbearable you let out a silent scream. It felt like your whole body was on fire. Moans flowed out of your mouth as you came , hips lifting off the bed and a sad attempt at running away. Erens mouth is still eating you through it. “Th-thank y-ou s’ muUc-h” you said. “Such good manners” he chuckled as he watched you twitch already looking lost. You think he pulled your soul out through your pussy.

You grabbed his hand before mindlessly putting the sticky fingers in your mouth. “Heyy i wanted that” he fake pouted. His wrist dug his fingers further through your throat making you choke, spit and bubbles dripping down his arm. “Nghhaahasha” you moaned , he pulled them out and you coughed as tears ran down your cheeks. “Dont talk with your mouth full!” he licked around the ring on your finger. You yanked him on the bed so he could lay down, you frantically pulled off his belt and his pants. His length threatened to poke out of his boxers. You were quick to pull those down and it slapped against his abdomen for a sec. It was so thick you gawked at it before rubbing your thumb over his slit.

“Ahhh so cute!” You said watching the pretty pink tip leak, he bit the back of his hand embarrassed to show how pink his face is. “You’re embarrassing…” he held back a strained groaned, “but you like it dont you hm?” you wiggled your ass in the air taunting him. Your mouth swirling the tip with your mouth then taking longer stipes down his shaft. Your soft hand jerked him slowly as you swallowed a little more with every bob of your head. Eren shuddered under you, hand tangling itself in your hair.

Lewd gags and spit pooling at the base of his dick dripping to his balls. “Ma-shit” his gritted “pretty ass mouth” hips rocking slightly up forcing its way further down your throat. You hallowed out your cheeks, “tha-thats it mama, just like that” his eyes were closed. He continued fucking your throat while you sucked and licked for all hes worth. “Ff-fuck me m’ gonna cum” he whined , now hes trying to run away from you. You sat on his legs and jerked him off while u sucked his balls. “Oh shit” abs tightening and he had to sit up before he went crazy. Vasts amount of cum shooting out his length. You giggled watching his eyes roll to the back of his head.

You came back to the tip sucking him dry, his hand squishing your cheeks so he could see your painted mouth “open up sweetheart” he asked . Of course you did his fingers toying with your tongue before kissing you. “Mhmmm” he groaned tasting your sweet mouth with his nut. “You satisfy my sweet tooth” he licked his teeth. When you pulled away you wouldn’t be wrong if you said you saw hearts in his eyes. “Hands and knees sweetheart” he said, tone more dominant and demanding now. His hands pushed your arch deeper , he lined himself up with your leaky entrance. Pushing past the ring slowly your arm reached out to grip the sheets. “I-is too b-big Renny” you babbled, drool pooling out your pretty soft lips. “Nuh-uh you ca-n take it” Eren reassured you, rubbing your back with his big hands slowly inching in deeper.

By now your arch is so far gone hes digging into your stomach. Giving you a few seconds of soft thrust before slamming into you rapidly. “i ca-cant do this n-no moreeee” you moaned sluggishly as your limbs gave out. “But we just started mama?” Eren gave you a pout , “are you sure you want to stop huh?” He knew the answer because you were still fucking him back the fat of your ass making loud clapping noise. You could feel the slick between your legs spreading around your thighs.

He grabbed the back of your neck pulling your back to his chest and you wailed at the sudden change of position. “I asked you a fucking question sweetheart” he whispered into your ear biting the skin “answer me” his voice filled with poison. “Ke-keep goi-goin keep going Eren” you cried , “don’t stop please” you were begging. Feeling the familiar sensation take over your body Erens rhythm never stops fucking you just right “Cum all over this dick sweetheart, its yours.” Just as he spoke, whatever holding you together snapped. “Yeah? all mine Ren?” You repeated and he reassured each time placing soft kisses onto your neck.

His hand reached infront of you and persistently rubbing it your back arched up off of him and your head fell back onto his shoulder. You were cumming, gushing alot your moans streaming out makin you shake violently. Clenching around him. “O-oh fuck mama” he groaned out “i knew this pretty pussy could take it” his brows furrowed as he pulled out tapping your clit with his thick cock. Cream pulling out of you, he softly put you on your back lifting one of your knees to your chest. “Just one more okay ma? I promise” he said with a sinful filled grin. “O-oh uh-fuck m-me fuck” you said weakly, “anythin fo-or you Er-eren”. He tilted his head wondering how he got so fucking lucky.

Your so obedient, your mind was blankinh as he slid it in with a deep thrust, “ohhh mY GOD” the two of you moaned in unison. You came again for the 3rd time as soon as his hips slapped with yours. Your hand immediately grabbed the arm keeping your leg in place. His thrust were becoming so sloppy and he aimed his hips just right thrusting upwards poking at your g spot over and over. Eren was moaning your name repeatedly like it was some kind of seance. He pushed your other knee to your chest hes got you trapped in full mating press now. You were wailing nails digging into his body and him repeatedly ramming into your sweet spot.

“M gonna cum, shit thi-this is the best pus-sy ever” , he moaned “whyd you keep it from me for so long SHIT!”. He realizes he been talking to himself, “woah, hey baby” hes cooing at you your body limp and unconscious, “get up pretty m’ almost finished” he kisses you gently waking you up your arms wrap around his neck to get some grounding. You have a lazy tired smile on your face stained with tears. “There she is” Eren gives a few more slams of his hips each time winding you before thick ropes of cum pour into you. You squirted all over his lower half, shocked as you never done it before. Some of Erens hair sticking to his sweaty forehead he watched as a mix of ur cum leaked out of you, some covering his dick.

He plunged a finger into your pussy tasting the mix he groaned out softly. “Lets get you to the bathroom hmm” he spoke so innocently and gentle you thought you were hallucinating. He pulled off your cum stained skirt and sat you so you could pee. He helped you shower, you were half sleeping the whole time. He carried you to his room and placed you gently under the covers ontop of him. Your hand on his chest softly snoring. He was soon after you placing his arm around your waist. “I love you “ he kissed your head.

Hello hello Hi guys, school is starting back soon so ill try to post when I can!! But ill try to get something out atleast once every week and with longer post like this most likely every 2 weeks or so.

But you guys see how y/n peed after doing the sex!!!??? Yeah u need to do that. Always be safe when involving any sexual interaction

[albertdabuttler]

Masked Adversary | D.L.

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fandom: Kick-Ass

pairings: Dave Lizewski/Kick-Ass x F!Reader

WARNINGS: cussing, suggestive thoughts?? mentions of kissing 👅👅, angst and overthinking cause im a hater. SLOW BURN :P

summary: You and Dave have lost a childhood friendship. The circumstances have made you grow to despise one another, until KickAss has no one else to turn to but you, causing him to develop a small crush. The only problem being that you don't know it's him.

WC: Like 3k idk

Guys lmk if I ate…

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You had just finished showering when you heard your mom calling your name, telling you there was someone at the door for you. Thankfully, you were dressed and had finished drying your hair already. “Coming!” Opening the door of your steamy bathroom, you were met with Dave walking past to your room.

“I already sent him up!” She called from downstairs, far too late.

“Hey,” You spoke in a rather awkward tone, slipping past him towards your room as he followed. “Uh, sorry if it’s a little messy, I was gonna organize it before you got here but you got here already so… Yeah.” You picked up everything from your desk, taking your things to your bed to study comfortably.

Dave stood there awkwardly, not sure if he should also sit on your bed with you or… Anywhere else.

“Come on, dude,” you scoffed in amusement, patting your bed to get him to sit down. He laughed nervously, setting his bag next to your bed and taking his notebook and pen out. He sat down across from you, at the end of your bed while you sat by your pillows.

“Nice shirt,” he said, seeing the Robin shirt you were wearing and remembering he had drenched it in his blood. You looked down at it, smiling to yourself. “I found it in my closet yesterday and… I—I just washed it.” Dave himself was just wearing a tee and sweats.

“Okay, so I was able to get half of my stuff done after you dropped me off earlier, but I still have this part to finish.” You pointed at your laptop, showing him what you still had to write and continued to talk about what else you had to finish.

It was a project for science. The two of you had to put together a presentation on some animals or something.

“So…” you tapped your pen against your knee.

Finishing writing a sentence, he lifted his eyes to look at you, “Yeah?”

Was it just you or was he actually starting to look… Good?

“Um…” You looked to the side as you thought of an ice breaker. “You had any girlfriends yet?”

He blushed and smiled awkwardly, “Uh…” Scoffing at himself, he looked around as if an answer would pop into his view. “Not really… Why…?” He squinted at you.

“Hm. Still a loser I see. Glad to know you haven’t changed.” You teased. He only rolled his eyes, looking back down at his paper.

“You’re so annoying. Didn’t you get dumped like three times?”

“Unbelievable,” you watched him, rolling your eyes. “When you get a girlfriend you can talk shit.”

He smirked. “You’re not denying it.”

You glared at him. “I dumped them.”

“Right.” He looked back down at his notebook, trying to hold back a smile.

You glanced up at him again, taking in his features, the way his glasses slowly slid down his nose as he looked down, the way his bottom lip was caught between his teeth in concentration.

Before you knew it, he was looking up at you with a curious look. “…What?”

You blinked, hiding the flustered feeling you got from him catching you staring.

“You’re also not as incredibly nerdy looking as I remember.”

He can only glare at you. “What’s that supposed to mean?” But alas, he hoped it meant you were attracted to him. At least almost as much as he was to you.

“Nothing you just… Don’t look so bad after all this time.”

He quickly looked back down at his notebook, unsure of how to feel from the so called ‘compliment.’ Although his heart was pounding through his ribcage, he decided to tease.

“You think I’m cute?” He gave you a smolder.

“Oh hell no.” You scoffed at the stupid face he made.

“Maybe.”

Even if you had whispered that last part, he still heard it.

You had spent almost an hour working on your project before you heard your dad knock at your door. You had no time to answer before he opened it.

“Dinner’s ready.” He said, smirking at Dave. “Keep the door open.”

You rolled your eyes. “Dad, you know it’s not like that.”

Dave and your father had a very good relationship before you had stopped being friends. There were even times where your dad would go out of his way to invite Dave and his dad over for dinner. They even had their own inside jokes.

“Don’t worry, sir.” Dave shook his head, “I’m way out of her league.” He had a smug look on his face that made you want to shove him out of your house.

“Up top,” said your dad, holding his hand up as Dave stood up. You knew your dad loved you and was just teasing, but it still annoyed you.

“You guys suck.” You said, pushing past your dad and meeting your mom in the kitchen while they laughed.

If it was any other guy, like your last boyfriend, your dad would have beat his ass for saying something like that. But it was Dave, and Dave was like the son your dad never had.

“Love you, hun.” Your dad called after you but you didn’t reply.

You set the dinner table quickly, sitting down as your mom set the food down.

Your dad sat at the end of the table with your mom across from you, Dave’s usual spot had always been next to you and that didn’t change.

“Where have you been? We missed you, kid.” Said your dad, already digging in.

Dave gave you a look, wondering why you hadn’t told your parents your reason for not being friends.

“I dunno… Just been busy, I guess.” He said quietly.

“Why haven’t you come over?” Your mom asked.

Dave and you looked at each other for a second, “We just didn’t really talk much after freshman year ‘cause we didn’t have any classes together.” You told her, which wasn’t really a lie. You and Dave didn’t have any classes together freshman year.

“That’s sad,” she frowned, “you two were always inseparable.” She smiled at Dave fondly.

Dave only poked at his food, “Yeah,” he said, smiling to himself.

You had finished eating, everyone continuing to converse here and there with their on food still on their plates when you felt Dave’s knee touch your thigh. He didn’t pull away, and neither did you to see what he would do. He only kept talking to your parents, completely ignoring the fact his body was touching yours.

Of course he actually did realize this. In his head he had done it on purpose just to see how you’d react. You tried to stop thinking about it for the rest of dinner.

You weren’t mad or uncomfortable, of course it had happened before, but it felt different somehow. Familiar.

“So have you guys gone on any dates yet?” Asked your mother, out of nowhere.

You froze, staring at her. Dave choked on his drink, coughing over and over again, trying to catch his breath but he didn’t seem to tone it down. His face was red because of this. And other reasons.

“Sorry.” Your mom hid a smile, seeing Dave’s reaction gave her more than enough answers on his part.

She gave you a knowing look and you sent her a look of disgust.

"Gross." You said, repeating Dave's words from earlier that day. Dave finally cleared his throat of whatever he choked on and tried to back you up. His knee wasn't touching you anymore, you noticed.

"What she said," he pointed his thumb at you, voice hoarse.

"You've never even thought about getting together!?" Your mom looked surprised. At this, you couldn't help but do exactly that. What it would be like to go on a date with him, maybe getting a coffee at Atomic Comics, maybe watch the Avengers movie that was about to come out in theaters. What it would be like to hold hands at school, how surprised everyone would be since you guys seemed to hate each other so much. What Cleo would say, what Todd and Marty would say.

What you would have to tell Kick-Ass if he climbed into your window again.

'Hey I know I patched you up and stuff and kinda stopped you from bleeding out, and I know we kissed like three times but guess what?! I have a boyfriend and I can't talk to you anymore.'

And what it would be like to kiss Dave. If he would be any good at it, or if he still hasn't gotten laid because he's too much of a pussy to talk to girls. How it would feel if he had his hands all over you, his lips brushing yours, how it would feel if he was kissing your neck softly—

"You guys have much in common." Your dad smiled slyly at you two, snapping you out of your daydream.

Why had you let your mind wander that far?!

Dave stared at his food, his face an obvious red.

"Okay, that's a wrap..." You cleared your throat, pursing your lips. You excused yourself from the table, picking up your dish and Dave followed, “Thanks for the food,” Dave smiled at your mom as you took your dishes to the sink.

"Sorry about that," you spoke as you approached the top of the stairs.

"I—It's fine." He brushed it off, sitting down on your bed as you shut the door.

It was silent for a few moments as you scrolled through an article on your laptop, Dave reading from his drafts.

"Have you even had your first kiss yet?" You questioned out of the blue.

His eyes shot up, hesitating for a second before regaining his composure.

"Yeah. Sixth grade, remember?" He said proudly. "Have you?"

"Yes, dumbass. You know this." you scoffed.

"With who?"

"Remember Freddy? The brunet guy that called you a nerd in second grade and you never got over it? He was my first boyfriend."

"Lame." He rolled his eyes. "Smart-mouth like him I bet it was the best kiss you ever had." He shot.

"Wrong. Best kiss I ever had was with Kick-Ass." You crossed your arms sassily.

It was safe to say that Dave was flattered. "Oh really? You don't even know him though, so it doesn't really count."

"Maybe I don't know who he is, but I do know that he actually likes me. I just have to find out who he is. He’s probably hot or whatever…”

Dave blinked in awe. "He might not like you… He could just be using you. Why are you kissing random guys anyway? Are you really that desperate…?”

“No?! He just made it obvious, okay? And why are you getting all weird? Are you jealous…?”

“Me? Jealous of him? Fuck no, I’d rather be stitched up by a damn chimp than you with your terrible needle skills.”

You paused. “How did you know I needed to stitch him up…?”

He was able to answer before hesitating, “Cleo told us when you left for fourth period.”

“Fine whatever. Just piss off dude, at least I talk to the opposite sex.” You huffed.

He stared at you for a moment and you laughed at his expression, himself joining you soon after. A few moments later you noticed yourself looking at him too often. Like you were expecting him to say something.

“…What?” Dave slowly looked up at you from his notebook, noticing your lasting gaze.

“I—“ you thought for a moment, figuring out a way to explain yourself. Suddenly, you sat closer to him, pulling his glasses off his face before putting them on yourself.

“Holy shit, you’re blind.” You teased.

“Shut up.” He scoffed, “you’re exaggerating.”

You took a moment to look at him, noticing the big difference without his glasses. Dave watched you expectantly.

“You look weird with glasses.” A smirk threatened to creep up on his lips. You only scoffed.

“And here I was thinking you looked cuter without them.”

He blinked, losing his words and you began to notice a pink upon his face. He laughed nervously, swallowing whatever was in his throat as he looked away at his notebook, trying to pretend like he didn’t hear you.

You smiled, feeling a sudden urge to tease him in a flirty way. “Did you hear what I said?”

Dave looked back up at you. “What?”

“You should wear contacts. You have really pretty eyes.” You looked at his lips for a moment, licking your own, picturing yourself kissing Dave.

“Um… Thanks…” His heart rate began to quicken as he tried keeping his gaze on you, noticing how you looked at his lips. All of a sudden, he grew bold, looking at your lips too.

“What are you looking at?” He asked curiously.

You blinked and looked up at his eyes, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of your nose. “Nothing.”

“You know… I had a crush on you in eighth grade.” He whispered.

You laughed, “What?”

He chuckled, “Yeah, I don’t know how my taste was that terrible at any point in my life.” He tutted.

“Fuck you.” You laughed softly. “You’re such an asshole, you know that?”

He held back a smile, tracing his eyes over your features.

The two of you stared at each other for what felt like an eternity until you felt yourself being pulled closer to him. He leaned towards you as well until his face was just a few inches from yours, his hand resting next to your leg to hold himself up.

Finally, he began closing the distance, trying to ease into it as if not to scare you. His lips barely made it to yours before you pulled away, removing his glasses from your face and placing them back on his with a smile.

“We should finish this…” You sighed.

His face was noticeably red again, especially from the embarrassment of you pulling away. He felt like an idiot, thinking you actually wanted to kiss him. He didn’t question you or anything, but he still wanted to understand why you’d lure him in like that only to rip it from his grasp.

"Oh fuck, it's already ten past nine," spoke Dave, putting his things away.

"I would say you could sleep over like you used to, but I don't want my parents saying shit like that ever again. Plus Kick-Ass could come over and I don’t want him to think I’m with a nerd or whatever.” You teased.

Giggling, he stood up with his bag in hand, you followed him to the front door.

"Thanks for having me," he smiled as he walked past your parents in the living room. He opened the door for you, stepping out after you.

"Thanks for studying with me... And dinner." He spoke softly, giving a small smile.

"Yeah..." You stood in front of him, admiring his features as he towered over you. He had a strong jaw, soft plump lips, a cute nose, perfect eyebrows (for a guy), and beautiful blue eyes behind his glasses. His curls fell over his forehead—were you looking at him too long? You felt like a creep for just staring at him for what felt like hours. You knew it had to be weird. But what you didn't know was that he was admiring you too.

He was standing so close, close enough for you to right hook him. You looked at his eyes 'til you caught him glancing at your lips. He wanted to kiss you again, like he did yesterday, but he knew he couldn't. Not as himself, at least.

For some strange reason you moved closer to him, not knowing why or what your motive was.

"See you Monday." He took a step back, pursing his lips with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"We—You can come over tomorrow if you want...?" You tried, but to do what? Why did you want him back here again so soon?

"Uh—I have stuff this weekend... But I'll text you if any plans change..." He slowly walked backwards onto the sidewalk. He felt bad for lying again. He couldn't keep this up much longer.

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[starryhutcherson]

hii, hru?

i have an idea for another clapton davis one shot:)

what if the reader is an spanish girl and she help clapton with his spanish homework but one thing led to another and yk it ends in smut

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━━ NO HABLO ESPAÑOL

'୧ ‧₊ pairing: clapton davis x spanish-speaking!reader warnings: 18+ sexual content! oral sex (m!recieving), come swallowing, mentions of p in v, swearing, google translated spanish word count: 3300+ ⋆ ✩‧₊

Clapton’s bedroom is drowned in the drowsiness of a late-afternoon heat; the sunshine bleeds against his scattered memorabilia, stretching beams across the floor and illuminating the entire space in a picturesque light. It’s hot, too hot — sweat settles on your starfished body as you lie sprawled atop his carpet, surrounded by stationery and permanently tainted with a subtle flush of rose. 

Initially, he’d intended for this to be no more than a harmless study session — he was god awful at spanish, and you were a fluent speaker. You just happened to be unfathomably drop-dead gorgeous. It was pure coincidence, of course it was. 

He’d erupted in an animated grin when you’d agreed to help him, teeth gleaming in a wide display of genuine gratitude – he wasn’t entirely sure of the appeal of helping your friendly-but-not-a-friend classmate with their spanish homework, especially due to his apparent lack of intelligence — but you agreed all the same. You had your reasons, even if he didn’t know them. 

What he does know is that he’s struggling. With the Spanish, sure, though that wasn’t much of a surprise — he’s also struggling not to seize hold of you, hands splayed against your skin, taking you right here on this fucking carpet. The eye contact you’re maintaining is dangerous; that damn cloying smile, those saccharine sentences – the impact it has on Clapton is enough to shatter bullet proof glass and he’s not sure he'll be able to rope his caveman brain out of the gutter. Your voice is so sweet he swears it’ll give him cavities. 

“Alright, translate this one. Tomé al autobús.”

His forehead creases with concentration, trying to focus on the meaning of your words, and not the simmering spike of dry heat that spirals in his throat and his crotch. He narrows his eyes, inhaling a breath as if about to answer, but after a delayed moment all that escapes is a dejected huff.

“I got nothing.”

You tut at him disappointedly. “C’mon. We just did this one.”

He tries to think back, but it’s hard to cast his mind to one single moment with you, because every minute seems to blur hopelessly into the next one. Concentration is impossible when you’re this close to him, when he can hear every breath of yours like they’re his own, when his head is full of filthy fabrications in which your velveteen voice screeches while he slams into your g-spot with lethal precision. 

Get a grip. He swallows around the presence of nothing and tries to hold the crumbling pieces of his facade together. 

It isn’t working. 

“Uh, no we didn’t,” he teases slyly, attempting to reach for your own sheet, which is already full with all the answers. You snatch it away from his desperate hand, swatting his palm for emphasis. The desultory touch shouldn’t mean as much as it does. 

“Yes. We did. C’mon. I’ll give you a hint— bus.”

He does light up with a fraction of recognition. “Oh, shit, yeah. I got it, it’s uh— I’m gonna take the bus?”

You let out another dissatisfied hum. “Not quite. It’s I took the bus. Past tense.”

He rolls over onto his back with a tediously drawn out groan. “That’s like, the exact same thing, c’mon.”

“Uh, no it isn't. If someone asked you how you got home, you’d say “I took the bus,” not, “I’m taking the bus.” You taunt, a mocking twinkle in your eye that renders his body weak with desire. 

“Uh, actually I wouldn’t say either, because I get home by car.”

With mild amusement you roll your eyes, and Clapton’s head wanders yet again, to venereal visions where that eye roll is taken far out of context — right now, spanish isn’t the only thing that’s hard.

“These entire sentences are too hard to translate. Just gimme some words.” 

You scoff at his swift abandon, but you do oblige, reaching across yourself to grab the standard textbook for the grade, idly flipping through a few pages before finding something you deem to be his level. 

It’s a basic configuration of nouns, English situated on one side of the page and Spanish on the other; the lists are out of order and the goal is to match up each pair with the correct translation. You figure with a bit of your help, it’ll be easy enough. 

“Here,” you say, handing him the textbook. He hauls himself back to his prior position on his stomach, snatching a pen, examining the page, and then staring back up at you blankly. 

“C’mon, what am I, a kindergartener?”

You snort, shuffling marginally closer to him so that your shoulders just barely collide. The contact is faint, sure, but it’s enough to make his mind warp. Maybe his desire for you isn’t so one-dimensional. 

“I know it looks easy, but it’s about the words, Clapton, not the activity.” 

“Well it’s dumb. I liked the other stuff better.”

“You asked for this. Start matching.” 

He glares at you through narrow eyes, a semblance of their hazel hue present through the gap in his lowered eyelids — the irritation doesn’t last long. Not when his gaze meets yours and he can feel the gentle wash of your breath against his lips, dainty and dangerous simultaneously. He’d swallow it if he could; preserve the very flavor of your exhales straight from your lips to his. 

An obvious spill of crimson fragments blossoms against the dermis of his cheeks, every moment he spends around you is like being bathed in incandescence, like being roasted from the inside out. He’s a moth and you are a painfully hot flame. 

His eyes stray downwards in a weak attempt to hide his blush, grumbling to himself before beginning the work. He makes it through one and a half questions before he inevitably gives up for the second time. 

“This is too hard,” he admits. 

"Thought it was for kindergartners." You chuckle, to which he mumbles a low, "Shut up."

A measly moment passes before he's hit with an idea. "Let me test you."

"Seriously? You know I'm fluent. That'd be like me testing you on English."

He chuckles to himself, the smug sound leeches to the atmosphere and sends a fresh swarm of butterflies to thrash amidst your stomach lining. He’s too tantalizing for his own good, he’s your forbidden fruit. You’d love a taste. 

“Pretty confident then, huh?” 

The delicate development of his smirk doesn’t go unnoticed by you; it’s hot, the way his bottom teeth are just partially visible by the action, the way his eyes glitter with the promise of a challenge and his demeanor is altered from defeated to determined in one brief snapshot of a moment. 

“Seeing as I’ve grown up speaking Spanish, uh, yeah. I’d say I’ve probably got this in the bag.” 

His grin flourishes exponentially. “We’ll see about that.”

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Four minutes later, Clapton’s master plan at veering the pair of you away from doing the work is proven to be pointless — his assumption in which he could find some big word to stump you was dismissed after witnessing your effortless answers. 

“Sun?” “Are you kidding? Sol.”

He glances up from the textbook, where all of the answers are, huffing a little and searching for something more difficult. 

“Gimme something harder.” He can think of something harder. 

“Okay, okay. Uh… dance?” 

“Bailar,” you say, rolling the ‘r’ with a tantalizing flick of your tongue and he’s sure that by now the tightness in his jeans is obnoxiously prominent. “Seriously, these are so easy.”

“Okay, full sentence: “I’m gonna buy a coffee.”

“Hmmm… let me think,” you say mockingly, and he almost believes he’s got you until you answer with a mirthless chuckle: “Voy a comprar un cafe.”

A dull ache burns in his pants, even the most mundane sentences sound sultry when you use that tone. That fucking tone. He’s still minutely annoyed that you answered his questions with ease, but what did he expect, really? This was your language. 

“These are the simplest questions ever. You really underestimate me.” 

He snorts at this. It was impossible to underestimate somebody like you. He knows that much. 

“I don’t. Trust me.”

A sideways glance, a furrowed brow. You seem to dismiss the comment – it looks that way to him, at least. He’s unaware of the internal screams that loop in your head, cacophonous to the drill of your pounding heartbeat. He really knows how to throw you off your game, after all. 

He clears his throat at the lack of response, endearing albeit the awkwardness. “What even are these words anyway? They don’t even sound anything like the Engish version. I mean— Patio-day-jaygoes?” He flicks his eyes over some of the words in the textbook; his over emphasized, americanized interpretation of the syllables makes you chuckle. 

“Patio de juegos. It means playground— and I already told you that ‘j’ in spanish is pronounced like ‘h’ in english. Y’know. Heart. Hat. Hole.” 

“Doesn’t make any fucking sense. Like, look at this– Zapaytoes?”

“Zapatos. Shoes.”

“Days-fil-e?”

“Desfile. Parade. You really do suck at this.” He scoffs, but you can see the humor buried beneath his irritated disposition. “I told you that like a thousand times. Bay-so?”

“Beso. Kiss.”

Shit. He can feel the color prick his cheeks before your words even truly compute with him. There shouldn’t be any meaning behind them; just a simple definition. No hidden feeling lurking beneath your shallow translation. 

Right? 

Wrong. 

He has an idea. He wants to be cocky. Every single splintered thought is you, you, you, and he feels like if an opportunity presents itself he’d be an idiot not to take it. He wasn’t going to be an idiot. Not today. Not with you. 

“Oh. So… just out of, y’know, curiosity… how would you say, ‘I want a kiss?’”

His ulterior motives soar above your head – you’re so ingrained in helping him that you fail to recognise his confident grin. 

“Puedo tener un beso.” You reply, eyes combing through the familiar words etched against the textbook pages, completely oblivious. A beat of silence falls, a second of hesitation, before he goes in for it.

“Si, si. Uh… si puedes. ” Yes you can. He grins, clearly a little proud of himself.

If you’re being honest, it’s pretty cheesy, what with his eager eyes and butchered pronunciation. At least he’s trying — scraping together his kindergarten-level dialogue to form a simple sentence, and it’s sort of sweet, you think. 

“Was that a sincere offer?”

No harm in asking, right?

“Was it a sincere question?” He fires back instantaneously. 

And oh, he knows it wasn’t. You were merely answering a question, following the sound of his voice and the way it rose and fell like pebbled leather – but his taunting is tantalizing. Your desire is hungry and he offers to feed it – and why would you refuse?

He tastes sweet. Barely a moment of brevity was able to pass before your lips cradled his, sucking and soaking the flavor of lingering soda straight off his teeth. His tongue is his weapon of choice, breathlessly exploring the cave of your mouth, trying to mold himself right into your gums. 

His hands roam, up and down your figure, eventually settling on either side of your waist and thumbing circles into your hip bones, it’s sexy. Just as he is. 

You crook your head to alter the angle and he moans, completely unabashed, the sound passes through his mouth and into yours, and you know his mind is following the same dirty pathway as yours.

You tear away from him, reveling in the way he pants like a wounded dog, the way he struggles to leave your lips as if he’s magnetized to them. 

“I think I know how to help your spanish…”

“Mmm?” He tries to sound like he’s in control but it’s a vain and vacuous attempt. It’s cute. 

You don’t offer a response, but your fingers traipse lower, beyond the region of his shirt’s hem and dipping beneath his waistband. You glance at him, eyes seeking consent. He nods, words failing him as your fingers find his buttons and begin to tug. 

When his denim restrictions pool around his ankles, you guide him to sit on the edge of his bed – his thighs are quivering in anticipation and a saturated spill has soaked his boxers, where the defined shape of his dick has begun to show. 

You grab the spanish textbook from beside you before spreading his legs with your hands. Your pace is agonizing. 

“C’mon, you’re killing me,” he croaks, eyes struggling to stay on you with the weight of this moment heavy on his shoulders. 

You have a spark in your eyes, one that’s ignited and waiting to devour – your thumb encircles his clothed tip and a shudder licks at the base of his spine. His twitching hands come to rest in your hair, interlacing with a grip that stings like rope burn – you’re not opposed to the pain. It’s proof of his lack of control over himself, and the thought itself is enough to make you, in turn, shudder as well. 

“You— fuck. You’re totally evil.” 

A few painful moments of you tracing him through the fabric and he’s getting a little bit frenzied – his jaw is uncomfortably taunt and his hold on your hair is only growing tighter. You decide to indulge his whispered pleas. 

Your hands shift from their position splayed on his thighs and delve into his boxers, making a show of drawing them down his legs until they join his jeans at his feet. His cock’s hard, weeping as he writhes with want. He thinks if you don’t do something, he’ll actually die. Just something. 

“Can you— ah– just do something?” His voice sounds scratchy, punctured by his longing. 

“Ask me in spanish.”

“What?” He’s maybe a little delirious, what with all the blood leaving his head. 

“I’m here to teach you, Clapton.” Your devious grin sends him reeling— his cock shivers with him as he scrambles to open the textbook, trying to find some stupid page that’ll give you what you want. 

He thinks it’s cruel, dangling yourself in front of him like this, mocking him every minute that those decadent lips aren’t wrapped around him. He wonders what Spanish would sound like when it’s muffled by his cock. 

Your hands, callous-free and creamy with the vestige of vanilla lotion, inch gradually upwards along his thighs, enjoying the way their feather-light touches cause tension to erupt across his nerves. He’s trembling in the mid-may heat. 

“Uh— fuck— por– por fay– por-far-vor pay-paydo tenarlo?” You can barely understand the massacred words, and when you do— por favor puedo tenerlo— you deem it to be a little vague. But at least he’s trying. He just needed some motivation. 

When you finally allow him solace in the comfort of your mouth, he goes a little dumb. His jaw slackens with an audible sound as his tongue falls from the roof of his mouth — he was previously rolling it around to try and find any remaining taste of you. He was unsuccessful, of course, but it didn’t matter anymore. 

Not when his cock was buried in the narrow channel of your throat, not when you’re groaning against him as his weight settles against your lapping tongue, not when your teeth graze along his shaft and his hips wildly buck off his bed. It’s so filthy, but it’s everything he needs. 

“Shit— shit, that’s good, yeah, just like that. Fuck that’s— ah!” 

His English is nearly as bad as his Spanish right now, and can you blame him? With every trembling buck forwards he’s thrown deeper into your mouth, your trachea, all accompanied by that greedy glint of lust in your eyes that’s damn near tangible. 

His eyes are rolling backwards, up into the depths of his skull so all you can see are the alabaster parts of his sclera. Your own eyes are misty; soaked with spills of tears that taste like a reward, a reminder of your efforts. He’s breaking and it’s all because of you. 

“Holy fuck,” he rasps, his hands still settled in the roots of your hair. This might not be his first blowjob, but it’s certainly his best one. 

His length prods deeper, bruising at the palate of your mouth, drooling pre-cum around your gums, sousing them in his salty scent. You fall into a rhythm and he falls into you, teetering on the brink of bliss with every prolonged suck that you give him. 

By the time his edge is impending, his cheeks are kissed with stains of vivid cherry red, hair is tousled and slick with sweat, and he’s managed to regain control of his rolling eyes, keeping them trained on your figure with a bout of concentration. Good. 

Your lips leave him, just for a moment, matching your previous pace with your hand and ignoring the desperate whine he emits from the action. 

“You gonna come?”

He looks almost ashamed, as if the prospect of it occurring so early is anything but what you wanted. 

“Well – yeah. Yeah– fuck— if you, if you keep going like that, then yeah.”

His voice cracks like distant thunder and his body bites back another pitchy whimper. 

“You gotta ask nicely.”

The words sound a little foreign as you spit them from your mouth, but you’re too stuck into the experience to care. Your hand chafes against him with the dry friction, and he yearns for your lips once more. In this sticky-sweet moment, he thinks he’d do anything for them back. 

“Please. Please– please, I gotta, you gotta just–”

You interrupt him with a tut. “In spanish.”

En español. 

He fumbles for the book, his hands sliding from your hair with a begrudging expression – he can’t stay infuriated for long though, not when you're subtly slinking your head back to nuzzle his tip. Fuck. 

“Por— por favor.” 

His docility is almost pathetic. 

“Por f– fuck, do I really gotta– ah– do this?”

When your hand threatens to leave his cock completely, the panic he exudes is nearly comical. He’s been wanting this for so long, he’s not losing it now.

“Okay, okay! Por favor, por— shit– por favor. P– yeah, that’s it, you’re so good, so hot, shit—”

His endeavor is ultimately scrambled when your mouth makes its return around him, and you know the moment his eyes begin to lose their focus that he’s gone. You let his consciousness leave, with every desperate thrust into your throat, with every dulcet whimper – your hands extend to fondle his balls and ultimately he’s nudged off into the void of blissful oblivion, by you and you alone. 

His wail is weak but encouraging as he comes, polluting your throat with opalescent ribbons, he tastes like seaside salt and everything you’ve been missing. Indulgent. His shattered voice is the most gratifying sound, incomprehensible praises clotting between his lips and washing over you, and you bask in it. 

You're battered and probably bruised, your jaw aches and your knees are raw, but it was all for a good cause. Seeing him like this, quaking with the pleasure that you carved into him— maybe it’s the orgasmic haze but Clapton swears you’re glistening in the afternoon sun. An angel on Earth. 

Un ángel en la tierra. 

You don’t end up leaving his house that night — instead you lie against the quiet ebb of his heartbeat, tangled in his sheets and woven into his arms where you rightfully belong. His homework still isn’t done, his room carries the scent of sex and sweat and all things filthy, but neither of you have the cognitive ability to worry about it. 

So, you sleep; rocked into exhaustion and sharing a pillow. Your flesh sears as his gentle hands stroke it, he can feel your smile as it forms against his chest. 

Aquí es donde usted pertenece.

reminder, my requests are always open

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night walks: soaked

3.6k / creepy!joel miller x f!reader / night walks

Warnings:  I8+ mdni, alcohol, dirty talk, grinding, jacking off, oral F receiving, unsafe P in V sex, creampie, angst. very brief ass play. drug references. impaired editing. Shoutouts: various anons & night walks asks and Qs including @selfproclaimed-moviecritic and @missannwinchester. Picks up from Morning After. Floor plan here. Can read alone I think.

A loud clap of thunder startles you awake.  You sit up in Joel’s bed, untangling yourself from the sheets.  Joel’s not there.  There’s music coming from the other side of the basement, and the clink of weights.  You look around for your clothes and remember they’re out there scattered around the couch.  Great.  You get out of bed, wrap the sheet around you, and sheepishly emerge from his bedroom.  Joel counts down from five as he finishes bench pressing then racks the weight.  He’s shirtless.  He sits up and wipes his brow.  He does a double-take when he sees you walk in, then looks you up and down with a twinkle in his eye. 

“Lookin’ good,” he says. 

You gather your clothes from around the couch and say “Just getting dressed.” Your phone is dead.  “What time is it?” 

“Hell if I know.  Look perfect to me, pumpkin.” He doesn’t take his eyes off you. “Real life goddess.”  Lightning flashes outside. 

You sit down with your clothes in your hands and look away as he watches you get dressed. You’re too tired to care and your head hurts. There’s a loud clap of thunder as you pull your tank top on.  Joel picks up his water bottle and takes a swig, then puts it down and stands up to stretch.  You pull your sweatpants on under the bed sheet.  He walks around the couch and you do your best not to ogle his glistening body, dressed only in shorts.  You start putting on your shoes and the fridge opens behind you.

“Hair of the dog?” Glass bottles slide out and clink against each other.

“Nah, I gotta go.” 

“In this mess?” he asks as thunder rumbles. The blinds are pulled up on one window now and it looks pitch black outside. “Didn’t ya walk here? Gonna get soaked.”

He comes back with two beers and hands you one.  He also brings cold pizza.

“Seriously, what time is it?”

He looks back to the kitchenette.  “Four somethin’.” Shit, no wonder you’re hungry. 

“Thanks.”  You bite into a slice of pizza first, then take a sip of your beer. 

“Attagirl. Let’s watch somethin’ while this clears up, hmm?”  He turns on Netflix.  His recently watched list is mostly action movies and nature documentaries.

You slide your shoes back off and ask, “You like animals?” You’re wondering if it’s his own Netflix history or someone else’s. 

“Hell yeah, who doesn’t?” 

You raise your eyes in surprise and nod. “Got a favorite?” Thunder crashes. 

His face gets serious and he exhales like it’s a really difficult question.  “Well shit, can’t pick just one.  But big cats are cool as hell. D’you know leopards are basically nocturnal?” 

He hands you the remote control.  Not really caring what you watch, you idly click on the #1 trending: You. 

“Oh, not this creep again,” he says and leans back with an exaggerated eye roll. “Addicting, though, ain’t it?”  He looks at you, takes a sip of beer, and rests his hand on his inner thigh.  You put on Narcos.

You watch a few episodes and have a couple of beers as it storms outside.  At some point, you bring your legs up on the couch and he coaxes your feet in his lap.  He massages your feet.  You don’t talk much, and when you do, it’s nothing serious.  But it’s still the most talking you’ve ever done.   You mostly discuss different shows and the neighborhood. 

“Why haven’t I seen ya at the pool before?” he asks. 

“First summer here,” you say.  

“Wanna go sometime?” 

“I dunno,” you say. “Don’t like the sun much.” 

“Oh hell no, not in the day,” he laughs. “They don’t lock the gate at night.”  He winks at you and gives your foot a squeeze, running his other hand up your calf to massage it. He lowers his voice and adds, “We could go any night ya want.” 

-

There’s a long moment of silence. He takes a deep breath as he kneads your calf and watches you watch TV.  His face darkens.  You have to assume you’re both thinking about the same thing - the pool at night.  Joel scoots closer to you on the couch and pulls your calves into his lap.  His cock hardens against your leg through his thin sweatshorts. Then he gently bends your closest knee to make room for himself.  He gets between your legs and slowly lunges toward you, laying the bulge in his shorts against the crotch of your pants. 

“Any night ya want,” he repeats, then brings his mouth to your neck.  He kisses and lightly sucks your delicate skin and gently presses his hard length against you.  Then he kisses you on the mouth.  He tastes like beer. He puts his forearms down either side of you and slowly thrusts against you.  He kisses you on the neck again, then murmurs, “my turn,” behind your ear.  “Show ya what this mouth can do.”  You have flashbacks to the blow job you gave him the night before. 

Joel makes his way down your body and hooks his fingers into your sweatpants.  As he brings the waistband down, he kisses the crease of your thigh and you squirm uncomfortably. “I’ll take your word for it,” you say somewhat cruelly as he plants a wet kiss just above your mound.  The truth is you already know, from the restaurant bathroom.

He pauses.  “What’samatter, pumpkin?” 

“I just feel so dirty,” you admit. 

He smirks and opens his mouth to say something predictable, but you cut him off. 

“Physically dirty. I need a shower.” 

He pauses. 

“So take one,” he offers. He sits back and extends his hand to help you up. You hesitate and he raises his eyebrows at you. “Why not? We got time. Shit, I could use one, too.”  

You swallow hesitantly. Showering with him?  Far too intimate.  First you end up in his bed, then his shower, all in the same 24 hours?

He seems to read your mind and clarifies, “Ladies first.” The storm isn’t letting up. You don't have anything to lose and definitely need a shower.

-

The back of his bathroom has a frosted window and a free-standing shower with no door and a drain on the floor. The ceramic tiles of the wall are dark peach with one row of black just below the window.  The ledge of the window holds the  soap, body wash, and shampoo.  

“Faucet's kinda weird,” he says.  “I’ll get it started.”  Your eyes scan his bare back as he turns on the shower for you, standing out of the way of the water but getting lightly sprayed by tiny droplets.  The water is loud.  He has a couple of small tattoos you don’t remember seeing before.  They look abstract from what you can tell, but they’re faded and the lines are blurred from age. 

“Guessin’ you like it hot,” he says and turns the dial.  He gets a towel and hangs it on a hook for you.  

“Thanks.” You stand there awkwardly waiting for him to leave.

“Mmm hmm.” He hesitates by the door to his bedroom, a few feet away from you with his arms crossed. He checks you out, then uncrosses his arms and abruptly steps forward into your space.  He grabs your ass and pulls you into him, your hips meeting his.  He grinds himself into you again, sending a fresh pang of desire through you.  He kisses your mouth, then your neck, and sucks your earlobe. He grabs the hem of your shirt from behind and takes it off, discarding your tank top.  Then he slides his palms into your pants, leaving his thumbs hooked outside your waistband.  He takes your pants down, dropping them to the floor as he grabs your bare ass cheeks and pulls you harder into him, his clothed hardness pressing into your naked front. 

Steam billows over from the water.  He goes to check the temp, his tented shorts getting sprayed again.  His back muscles are a sight to behold.  They flex gracefully under his skin with every movement.  He must spend half his time working out.   He checks the water and mutters, “Alllriiight.” You step toward the water.  He turns and looks. “God damn, pumpkin,” he says as he shamelessly observes your naked body head on. 

“Shut up,” you whisper to the ground and cross your arms.  Lightning flashes outside. Your parents always told you not to shower in a storm.  It’s exciting, somehow.  "I'll be quick," you say.  

"Take your time," he mutters and slowly walks backwards, palming himself as he takes in your form again.  You watch over your shoulder as he disappears into his bedroom. You imagine he’s about to jack off.  If you’re honest with yourself, you’d rather he wait for you. 

-

You turn down the heat a little and examine his array of products in the frosted window, briefly distracted by the silhouette of your reflection. You soap up your body, starting with your shoulders and back, probably using way too much shower gel.  You close your eyes and inhale deeply as your hands slide over your body and your nostrils fill with Joel’s aroma.

You open your eyes to see two silhouettes in the reflection and your breath hitches as they combine into one. Joel’s strong arms wrap around you from behind. He wordlessly gropes a soapy breast and presses his naked, rock-hard length into your back side, sliding his other hand across and down your stomach for leverage.  He grunts, “Mm” as he presses his cock against you. His voice is low and smooth as he mutters, “Filthy, aren’t we?”

His hands slide down your waist to your thighs.  His stiff cock shifting against you makes you weak in the knees.  He presses it against you again. It swells and you moan softly.  

“Yeahh, that’s my dirty girl." 

You start to warn him, “Joel-” He bends his knees, putting his hands on your hips.   “Don’t let me fall,” you say. you're still covered in lather.

As he slowly stands up straight again, he drags his hands and cock up your slippery body and runs his closed mouth up your neck to the back of your ear.  “Nothin’ wild in here, baby,” he murmurs. "We’ll get clean together. . . ‘fore we get real dirty.”  His voice echoes low and sexy. You breathe a sigh of relief. Knowing the perils of getting soap somewhere you wouldn't want to.

He plants a kiss on your jaw and uses his hand to bring your mouth toward his. You turn around to face him. His lips press into yours as his arms wrap around you again, your tits pressing into his chest.  He looks a lot different with his hair somewhat wet.  Sexy in a new way.  He reaches his long arms down and squeezes both your thighs below your ass, then slides his hand up your crack and grabs a cheek with an, “mm” into your mouth. 

You drape your arms around his neck.  He works his hands up your back, massaging what’s left of the lather into you, and slides his hands through your underarms on the way to your breasts.  Your nipples pucker under his palms as he massages your breasts from the front and watches a small trail of bubbles slide down between them. “Fuck me,” he breathes.  He looks up at your eyes, then turns you around again.  

He brings you you both directly under the water again.  He rinses your back, then gets your breasts again from behind, pressing gently against your ass with his cock as stiff as ever.  “You’re gorgeous, pumpkin.”

“Thanks,” you whisper and begin to rinse your own body.  The sight of your own hands gliding across your skin is something he has to see.  You turn to face him and he’s covered with your lather, from his light chest hair down past his happy trail to his slippery cock. He watches you darkly, and begins to slowly stroke his raging erection.  You reach down and grab it.  His lips part.  

“You’re always ready, aren’t you?” you ask. 

“For you? Hell yeah.” 

You stroke him gently, assuming he would stop you if it was a bad idea. He doesn't.  His grunts and sighs echo off the tile. “All yours, baby,” he murmurs.  He puts his hands around your waist and watches as his hips thrust into your fist. When he’s about to come, he says, “Guess anywhere goes?” taking his cock from you.  He points it at your stomach.

To hell with it. You kneel down. “Tits,” you say.  

“Fuck yeah, baby.”  He breathes audibly and you watch tension spread across his face.  Then he shoots a huge load all over your chest with a long groan that echoes and makes you ache for him.  

He helps you to your feet.  “Still need my head between those legs, baby.”

“Do you mind if I, uh-” you look down at the cum on your chest.

“Sure, pumpkin.”  He quickly washes and rinses himself, and gives you a light slap on the ass as he steps out to let you finish bathing. 

-

You dry off, wipe the mirror with your hand, and use his mouthwash.  Then you step into his bedroom with a towel wrapped around you, tucked under your armpits.  His hair is fluffier again.  He has on pj pants but still no shirt. He sits down on the edge of the bed and looks up at you, captivated.  He murmurs, "c'mere," and spreads his knees.  You stand between his knees and he unfastens your towel, letting it drop around your feet.  “So fuckin’ hot,” he whispers, his eyelids heavy as though hypnotized by your body. “How ya keep your hands off yourself, hmm? Body like this.”

He takes your breast in his mouth and closes his eyes as he sucks at your nipple and palms the other one.  He moans, "Mm," into your mouth.  He releases your breast and gently pulls you by the hamstrings toward his lap.  You straddle him. Your naked cunt dampens his pants as you meet his warm package, already semi-hard again. 

Fuck, it’s all you want. You can’t get enough of it. Watching him jack off only made you want it more. 

He lies back on the bed, taking you with him then rolls over so he’s on top of you.  He slowly kisses his way down your naked body, his lips brushing away the remaining water droplets in your cleavage and belly button.  Between your legs, it's even slicker than before the shower.

He slides off the bed and kneels on the floor at the foot of it.  He pulls you by your thighs so his head is right between your naked legs. “God damn, you got the juiciest pussy,” he whispers right to it.  He plants his nose at your entrance then drags it upward, slickening your clit before digging into your cunt with his tongue and lips.  He moans and grunts as he devours you.  When he thrusts his tongue into you, all you can think about is his cock and how bad you want it.  

“Fuck,” you breathe. “Joel,” you say. 

He looks up at you from between your legs but doesn’t stop.  He knows you’re enjoying it, why should he?

“Stop,” you say.  “Come up here.” 

He knows what you want.  You can see it in his eyes.  He rests his head on your inner thigh and asks with puppy dog eyes, “Why? Don’t like it?” He knows you do. 

“It’s not what I want.”

“What do you want?”

“I think you know what I want.”  Your hips lift and your legs try to lift him toward you by his underarms.

“Hell yeah, I do,” he says and palms himself.  “But lemme hear it, baby.  Just this once.” He plants a kiss on your clit and swirls his tongue, looking up at you.  

You sigh.  “I want your cock.”

“Damn right,” he says and takes his pants off.  He takes his time making his way back up your body.  Far too much time when you’re desperate to be filled. 

“Jesus, give it to me,” you beg. 

“Ohh, I’ll give it to ya,” he says.  He reaches down and fingers you, then nudges your asshole, using your slick to push the top section of one digit inside.  

You gasp. 

“Ya like that?” he asks. 

You moan softly.  “God, I just want you inside me,” you beg. 

“Yeah, baby.” He removes his fingers and uses his other hand to drag the head of his cock through your slick. 

“Now,” you whisper and grab his wrist, stopping him with the head of his cock at your entrance. 

“Yeah, baby.”  

He presses forward and nestles his cock for entry.  “Yeah,” you nod.  "Now."

“Fuck yeah,” he breathes. 

When your bodies are aligned, the clean skin of his stomach against yours is a feeling you didn’t realize you needed so badly. 

He shoves his length into you with a grunt.  You moan softly as your body accepts him, then you bite your lip.   

“Don’t hold back on me now, sugar,” he murmurs, staring down at you darkly. “Tell me what ya want.” 

“Fuck me,” you say. 

He smirks and backs up enough to slam into you again, watching your mouth fall open with his girth.  He retreats once again and slowly fills you to the brim. Too slowly.  Then he slams into you again and slowly backs up. You moan unrestrained and wrap your legs around him, using all your leg strength to pull him closer into you.  

“Fuck me, really fuck me,” you beg him, “Faster,” you say. 

“Think about it all the time, don’t ya,” he says as he continues fucking you slowly. 

You nod. 

“Hell yeah,” he says as he moves his hips and buries his cock inside you, accelerating but barely. 

“All the time,” you say, and he speeds up a little more. “Fuck me,” you beg him.

“Yeah, I’ll fuck ya,” he whispers, and finally he does.  

He rails you at a perfect rhythm. He watches your tits bounce, occasionally dipping his head for a taste of your skin. He plants his mouth on your neck and marks you. It barely takes any time at all until your spine is arching and he’s saying “yeah, come for me, baby.” 

As you see stars and flutter around him, he says, “God damn you look hot when you come on this cock."  He fucks you through it and doesn't stop. "So damn hot," he repeats. A minute later he bottoms out with a shudder and pulses into you. It isn’t as much as usual given that he just emptied himself in the shower but his stamina sure is impressive for his age. He rolls over and lies on his back next to you.  

“That’s where it’s at, baby,” he pants.  “All about communication.”  He goes to the bathroom and washes up then pulls on his pajama pants.  He goes back out to the couch while you get dressed again.  You're too physically satisfied to feel bad about asking for it.

-

When you join him on the couch, he’s gotten the weed box out and he’s rolling a joint.  

“Not for me,” you say.  “I should really go.”  

“Still rainin’,” he says.  

“Barely,” you shrug. 

He looks at you and nods.  “Alright, pumpkin.  ‘Least lemme give you a ride.” He squeezes your thigh and stands up. 

-

He stops his car in front of your house and your aunt comes to the window then walks away.  Joel sees her and sighs.  

“What?” you ask him. 

“Nothin’. See ya around, pumpkin.”  You go around to the basement entry.

Your Aunt knocks on the basement door soon after you’re inside. 

“Was that Joel Miller dropping you off?” she asks. 

“Why?” you ask. Her eyes fall on your neck and you cover it casually.

“Oh, honey,” she says.  Then she  just shakes her head.  “That man is trouble. He’s probably shagged half the neighborhood.” 

It’s just gossip, but your heart still drops. “He was giving me a ride.”

She looks at you skeptically.  “A ride from the back of the neighborhood?”

You don’t have an answer. “How do you know that for sure about him?”

She puffs out her cheeks and exhales.  “Guess I don’t.  Ask anyone, though. He’s got them coming and going at all hours.” 

You swallow, waiting for her to say something else, then say, “We’re just friends.  Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?”

“Just be careful, honey.” She starts to go back up the stairs then comes back down. "Actually yeah, there's someone your uncle wants introduce you to. Real nice boy he works with."

"Uh - okay," you stammer.

"Great," she nods, "I'll tell him." Then she finally leaves you alone.

-

You have a lot of questions you don’t want to ask.  You know Joel’s not a good guy.  The last thing you should do is get more entangled with him.  You're not thinking with a clear head and you know it. 

You lay down on your bed, exhausted, and plug in your phone.  When it turns on, it chimes with a text from a new number.  The text on your lock screen says “Hate me ‘cause they ain’t me.”  You roll your eyes and crack a a smile. Sounds like Joel knew what your aunt would say to you.  At least he’s aware of his reputation? Is that a good thing?  How does he have your number?

You open the text, trying to think of what to say.  There’s an earlier message from him. It's from overnight - a topless photo of you.  You remember now - he said you should see how hot you looked.  You posed for him and gave him your number to send it.  

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[silvers-not-home]

my lame fucking autistic rambling

here's my massive stupid autistic rant about life series characters and my head canons for them

literally everything i'm thinking about is going on here im not even processing it im just typing sorry for any typos there will be many😭

this is also for my two (2) mutuals who i care for very deeply kiss kiss hug hug <3 /p /gen

okay it's the morning so i'm gonna continue this thumbs up emoji

starting off strong with mr grian minecraft himself (oh wow what a surprise /s)

he tried piercing his own nose in highschool. like. he was THE teenage dirtbag. sneaking out, drinking, smoking, shitty garage band that got nowhere (yes the bad boys was a garage band you c ant change my mind), mcr, pierce the veil, paramore, sexuality and gender crisis, "i know a guy", shoplifting, skipping class, you name it be probably did it with jimmy and joel during freshmen-sophomore year

pearl is his sister, jimmy and lizzie are his cousins (older cousins i should specify. him and pearl are twins but she's the older twin) and they went to the same high school. he met joel through lizzie and jimmy and joel and grian all clicked instantly

joel would stay at jimmy and grians place so much to the point it was like a second home to him and they would all hang out in the basement. joel stayed with his grandparents and helped them out a lot but they passed while he was in his bad boys phase and so he just stayed at grians place a whole lot during his depression (don't worry he's fine now just a little fucked up but they all are)

grian and pearls parents were kinda really shitty (yes i'm also counting yhs lore fuck uou) his whole life and so they got taken by cps and they lived with jimmy and lizzie's parents. and they were much better until he went to japan and all that shit happened (iykyk)

sam made him really realize that like. "oh my fucking god i'm gay. and it's for a damn sociopath. fuck." (that's like half canon)

he and taurtis DID hook up every tuesday thumbs up emoji

his wings didn't start growing in until AFTER senior year (so post japan/yhs incident)

the yhs holds a ceremony thingy for all the people that passed during all that shit and he goes every year and still has rowens glasses and ran into taurtis one year and it was awkward as HELLL but like. it wasn't an awful experience neither of them knew what to say. especially taurtks is bc by then grians wings had already fully grown in and his ass DID NOT recognize him💀

oh yeah also the four of the cousins are all winged animals so grians a parrot, pearl is a moth but like she's one of the super fluffy one (i forgot what they're called), jimmy is a canary (for obvious reasons), and lizzie is a flamingo because. fuck it (also half canary too it's from their mom) but she doesn't have as many features as the others

they all grow feathers (except for pearl) when they're stressed or feel a heightened emotion and have the little winged ears. they still do have actual ears but they grew in behind they're human ears and pearl has the little antennae things on top of her head. lizzie's kind of blends into her hair since yk. pink on pink and they're more folded then fanned out(?) if that makes sense?😭

jimmy was an early bloomer while grian was a late bloomer (i'm talking about wing/feather wise)

also some little sexuality/gender headcanons those are always fun :3

grians definitely trans masc and mlm (he/him anything else gives him dysphoria)

jimmy is THE bisexual demiboy icon (he/they)

lizzie is also bisexual (she/they)

pearl is a NONBINARY LESBIANNNN SHOUT OHT YO ALL MY NONBINARY LESBIANS WOOOO (she also uses any pronouns that would be considered feminine/androgynous or basically just. anything other then he/him/anything masculine)

mumbo is ace and omni (they/he)

scar is pan and a demiboy (all pronouns. like seriously he's collecting them like pokémon cards)

tango is bi and TRANSMASC WOOOO SHOUT OUT TO ALL MY TRANSMASC PEOPLE OUT THERE (he/they/flame)

martyn is transmasc and unlabeled. he doesn't want one/or thinks any is fit for him but is on the aspec (he/him)

scott is just. gay. goddamn fa- (he/him)

also just thought abt something grian jimmy and joel all had matching (infected and now faded) stick and poke tattoos that read "bad boys, today, tomorrow and yesterday" but that last part is faded completely since they ran out of pen ink halfway through and jimmys mom came home and they didn't wanna get in trouble (also yes their tattoos are in the same spot as each others it's on the right side of their chest) and let me TELL YOU. lizzie makes fun of joel TO THIS DAY about that tattoo and she likes to trace the words with her finger sometimes when they're cuddling, humming their old songs (he hates it but she still thinks it's absolutely adorable)

grian and mumbo are middle school best friends and he knows everything that happened to grian when he was in japan

grian, scar and mumbo all went to the same high school and mumbo and scar tried making a baking club called (you're never gonna believe this) the buttercups but grian was supposedly "too cool for that fairy shit" but would hang out during lunch with them and go to the meetings and help buy the ingredients and also help bake with them for extra credit and so would jimmy and joel. for extra credit of course

tango, mumbo and impulse were all in the computer club and coding club in highschool. doc was their teacher and cub was the senior teachers assistant trying to get early college credit

jimmy had the FATTEST crush on tango while they were in high school (yes they all went to the same highschool shut up) and tried impressing him by "making" a robot (mumbo made it and gave him the remote and told him to push two single buttons) and he pushed them in the wrong order and it short circuited and it almost exploded. he got suspended for a month and the only reason he didn't get expelled was because tango said it was his and it was a project. he complemented "jimmys" robot and said it had nice coding and a bunch of other nerd /aff terms that didn't make ANY sense to jimmy (that was his way of confessing but jimmys too stupid /aff to understand it at the moment so tango thought he didn't like him back) and when jimmy was talking to grian and joel about it they were yelling at him about how "JIMMY YOU IDIOT HE LIKES YOU BACK" and "WHAT'D YOU SAY? YOU SAID YOU LIKED HIM TOO RIGHT?" to which he (of course) responded with

"NO?? I DONT SPEAK NERD JOEL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW??"

also tango wears a feather jimmy gave to him as an earring and has kept that earring since they started going out which was like sophomore year or smth like that

they also had an exact conversation to joel before lizzie asked him out (and she also proposed too fight me)

i can go on for HOURS about those three but i'm gonna a do stuff about martyn now because. omg. he drives me CRAZY

also just realizing how most of these are just high school head canons. sorry (no i'm not)

everyone in school always thought that the bad boys were the mean bullies bc they wore leather jackets and studs and cuffs and blah blah blah but in reality they were just the dorky, socially anxious losers that were loud in class because they all adhd. not because they were asshole

martyn and scott were the ones you had to worry about (mostly scott actually but martyn would be a passive aggressive bully)

those little twits had an actual burn book. martyn. the almost loser that pierced his own ears, causing them to get infected but refused to take them out because he wanted to match with his fellow mean gill and wore anime shirts to sleep and doc martins (only because they had his name in it dont praise him he was a loser /aff) wrote "annoying dorks" in the burn book page dedicated to the bad boys. he had NO ROOM to talk and i find that hilarious bc him and jimmy were actually really close and he ate the page. yes. he ate the page in front of scott's face after an argument to prove a point and scott has never respected another person more in his life

i also felt like it was important that martyn and scott got voted prom king and queen

martyn LOVES necklaces, rings, bracelets. he has a matching necklace and/or bracelet with all his four (4) friends that consisted of scott and the bad boys. he still has them as an adult and holds onto the charm when he misses them which is all the time (i love martyn angst evil laugh)

ykw fuck it he still wears the necklaces and tucks them under his shirt, he asked everyone else if they still had theirs and it either broke or they lost it

EVERYOEN EXCEPT FOR JIMMY BC THEY WERE CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS AND HE WEARS IT UNDER HIS SHIRT TOO FUCK YOU I LOVE THEM

and for anyone curious it was a dog bone that is split in half and it like one of those magnetic necklaces that you have to get uncomfortably close to eachother for it to work

okay that's enough for tonight bc i have things i need to do tomorrow and thumbs hurt and it threw in the morning and i've been typing for over an hour straight good night cleveland *proceeds to stay online for another hour*

[silly-inky]

Inspired of of Hisy-fit's (skulls-soul's) post about these two (link at the end of the post) and a few of these interactions where their ideas

TW: implied drinking/ alcohol consumption

So from the post itself we can see Peach is a lightweight

So I have a feeling that if peach is going to be drunk, Bowser is definitely going to join her. He’s going to be like “hey you wait until I catch up Princess"

But with his sheer body mass and regular champagne, the man would have to down like 20- 30 bottles if we are also contributeing to the fact he isn't human

Luigi and Mario ( Luigi and Mario are both married the respective drunk parties in this) trying to find out where did all the champagne bottles go walks into the dining hall that’s inside the mushroom kingdom to just find both peach and Bowser in us swimming pool of empty champagne bottles

Bowser: Look *hick* loooook Peach! Peach. Peeeaaachhh! Looook I'm floating in a sea of champagne!

Peach: that's *hick* nothing.. watch this! *gets up to dive but just faceplants on the floor*

Bowser: no waaaayy.. that's awesome! *does the same*

Peach: I'm going to steal Toads- tooadsswor- toadsworth? Yeah, toastworths glasses! and see if I can get Donkey to wear theeeem~! hehe

Bowser: I'll- I'll hold him down if he- if he doesn't coop- corp- .... c o o p e r a t e....Work with us!

Bowser’s: you think I could- you think I could get a kiss if I flirt with that guy (vaguely points at Luigi)

Peach: not as fast as I can- I can get a kiss from him(vaguely points at Mario)

Bowser: your..on Missy!!!

Just imagine poor Mario and Luigi just suffering because their spouses are flirting with them and being stupid but it’s also totally working and the only reason why they haven’t kissed the other yet is because they reek of alcohol, Mario relents bad gives Peach a quick kiss, before he can pull away however she pulls him in for a deeper kiss, after a minute she let's go and screams at Bowser

Peach: SEE! I kissed the handsome man before you~! "*in a very teasing kid like manner*

Bowser: Nuh uh! I saw you keep him there!!

Peach: still counts ya big scaly sore looser *sticks out young at him*

Bowser: now that is juussst rude.

For some reason, bowser and peach wake up in matching PJs (that reason being that they forced the seamstress to do so since there a team and they should match) and in the same bed because they wanted a slumber party

Luigi and Mario are making breakfast and there’s like a glass of water and migraine pills

Both peach and Bowser look ashamed because they ask the question “ what happened last night? everything kind of gets fuzzy after diving into the floor”

There is definitely not a video of them singing karaoke together that Toad took

Bowser’s singing the soft parts that have the vocalizations while peach surprisingly is doing the rap

She has the rap part of the certain song memorized to heart an it's hilarious in this form

At some point Bowser and peach sing a song that’s like for Mario and Luigi and the camera pans over to the two brothers blushing as well as tomatoes

I can imagine Bowser serenading Luigi with his immaculate singing voice he knows Luigi likes his voice when he's singing the deep parts of the song

Luigi starts giggling like a schoolgirl, while Mario’s over here teasing him

Peach: Looks like you've got a fan

Bowser: I know, I’m so going to ask him out.

Peach: aren’t you too married? *points to the wedding ring he’s wearing then to Luigi who is wearing a matching one*

Bowser: oh. My. Glob. You’re right! I’m the luckiest man in the world! I mean look at him!

Peach: I wish I was married, (proceeds to look at the wrong hand which has no ring)

Bowser’s pointing at Mario’s hand: Well it seems your crush is

Peach: NOOO *runs to Mario to grab his shoulders* YOU’RE MARRIED??? 🥺

Mario, trying to hold back, is laughter: yes? To you *he takes Peach's hand in his own, and with his free hand, pointed out the ring on her finger*

Peach: :O :D

Bowser’s in the background: mine is still better

Toad showed them the video while they where recovering, Both Peach and Bowser feel super embarrassed watching the video back. Before Toad leaves he makes sure to say

Toad: oh yeah and Peach, you asked Mario to marry you again

Peach: aw, well I guess that is very sweet

Bowser: what about me? Did I say something totally romantic? I mean I must have Green is keeps blushing every time he sees me

Toad: well... It was romantic in that sort of sense.. He sort of asked him if you guys wanted.. to.. Make babies..?

Bowser and Peach in stunned silence

Bowser: and what.. Did he say..?" under his breath he's promising himself to make it up to Luigi for that

Toad: I don't know, you'll have to ask him, he just sort of whispered in your ear and went back to talking with Mario, but whatever it was left you a blushing mess

Toad halfway out of the door: oh yeah, and your kids videod a lit of your shenanigans as well, don't worry, thankfully all the flirting stuff was done the karaoke parlor, which they weren't allowed into because of their last stunt they pulled in there

And with that Toad leaves the room

This absolutely kills Bowser as he wants to know what Luigi said, an Peach is very curious, so when Luigi comes in with some more water for them, Bowser asks Luigi, he whispers it to him an then leaves the room.

Peach turns to Bowser who has turned as red as he did last night

Peach: well?! What did he say??

Bowser: well let's just say that even though we can't actually make more kids, he wouldn't mind taking me up on the offer now that I've sobred up.

Peach: oh. My. Glob! That is amazing, hahahaha. You know we really need to hang out more like this, I'd love to share my juicy secerets if you share yours.

Bowser: I'd like that, but perhaps no alcohol next time..

Half an hour later the koopalings burst into the room "Dad! Aunty Peach! We've got something to show you!" They all then giggled as Iggy began to play a video he had taken with his phone

In the video you could hear Iggy talking to Mario who was out of shot

Iggy: pfft, you okay there uncle Mario? Looks like you've got a little something on your face

The camera then pans to Luigi, scrubbing at Mario's face with a washcloth trying to get something off of his face, with a closer look with the camera his face is covered in kisses left from Peach, you could tell it was her because of the signature pink colour

Mario: haha, don't get cheeky you little scamp

The video then ends. Leaving Peach as red as Bowser was before. Bowser let out a big harty laugh while wrapping an arm around her

Bowser: looks like I'm not the only one that was daring with my husband last night

Peach: hush..

Anyways hope you enjoyed and here is the post that skulls-soul made on their profile

[channoticedmeuwu]

txt's taekai as . . . EVER AFTER HIGH CHARACTERS !

! ✧彡 ˵ ୨ ⁠ ’ 📷 ⑅⁠ ꒱⁠ ˖⁠♡ દ ☆ 👣

p — TAEKAI × FEM!READER | g — fluff, eah!au | w — eah terms used, fate&destiny talk + not proofread

a/n — bc choi line got a lot of good feedback !! + oh em gee I finally found a parent for hyuka I was seriously considering giving him goldilocks but rapunzel suits him sm betterrr

♡ DON'T FORGET TO READ CHOI LINE'S VERSION !!

TAEHYUN, SON OF CINDERELLA

taehyun was special in his own way—an unhealthy addiction to be the best dressed, and unfortunately, cursed to be either too late or too early to any event. it was tedious, waking up hours before to not even catch a glimpse for the dawning streaks of light in the sky, all his animal "buddies" sleeping soundly and muttering things in their sleep which only royals like him could understand.

so imagine your surprise when you walked into the gigantic gymnasium of Ever After High, carrying endless supplies to decorate for this year's thronecoming and saw taehyun sitting there—evening light peering through the ceiling glass, casting shades of blue iridescent all over him and the floors around. you were assigned by headmaster grimm himself to decorate the entire gymnasium all by yourself, which you wouldn't have taken if he didn't offer you a grade boost.

you stared at taehyun, blond hair curled to rest around his eyelashes, glitter decorating his cheeks and shards of crystal-like blue in his eyes. you could swear you muttered a soft wow to yourself as you watched him clear his throat, epaulettes of his navy blue suit making his shoulders look broader as he walked towards you, his ears turning red with slight embarrassment. “cursed,” he just shook his head as he snapped his fingers and summoned multiple birds, which took the banners from the box in your hand to lay all over the walls. “guess you don't have a date either, y/n.”

you snapped out of your daze when he said that. you and taehyun never really interacted outside from accidentally bumping into him in the halls or chasing him down to do locker inspection, which he always avoided desperately. but seeing him, all dolled up and pretty, sitting here alone for god knows how long because of a stupid curse, made your intestines tie themselves up from pity.

“yeah, you guessed right,” you just returned, biting your lips as you set down the box in your hand and turned to another, before he stopped you, a clap from his hands calling a dozen other animals.

“y/n,” you can't remember the last time taehyun actually tried to make conversation with you. he desperately tried to rush everywhere, his mom's curse must have set the road for destruction for any of her future descendents to come, and taehyun was no rule breaker. but you didn't know that there was another reason taehyun was so fidgety whenever you were nearby; a reason that caused his speech to slur whenever you'd beam at him in the halls, a reason that would make his fingers tremble, a reason that would turn him into a royal mess. hours he'd spend, day and night, blood pumping uncontrollably fast and feeling his heartbeat chatter his teeth, picturing you being able to spend time with him and actually talk to him. but how could he ever talk to you, when he could hear every click of the second needle on every clock nearby, and constant reminders that time was never his friend?

“sit with me.” but right now, all taehyun had was time on his hands before he could see you wearing a dress representative of your family legacy, secretly wishing he could be the one to hold your hand and guide you into the gymnasium, shocking the school.

“would you like to go thronecoming with me?”

☆ BONUS ! — taehyun was best friends (forever after) with sons of snow white and sleeping beauty. the three of them, yeonjun, soobin and taehyun himself, made up an unforgettable trio— untouchable royals that roamed the lands of Ever After, their presence shaking the earths and attracting commotion from not only humans, but also animals, chitter chatter here and there. their feet allowed grass to curl about, bright green, and plants to bloom like it were spring. a touch across an open wound, and it would heal twice as fast. untouchable royals, leaving everyone on their knees as they'd walk by, a sprinkling hue blessing them from the skies above.

HUENINGKAI, SON OF RAPUNZEL

the boy had magic hair, if it wasn't obvious enough. brown and gold glowing locks curled around his collar, freckled cheeks blushy and eyes glittering with curiosity— it wasn't a surprise that hueningkai was the spitting image of his mother. he wasn't too keen about his fate, either, a trait which was ironically similar to the rebellion of his mother. to be locked up in a tower, yearning for something out there that he knew was meant to be his, but never knowing when, or even if, he'll be able to have a grasp on it. it just didn't sit right with him that he were to suffer the same fate, sitting around and writing poetry and painting pictures (which wasn't really his favorite, either.)

so what was it about him, was it the naive, mischievous twitch of his nose, or the perk of his eyebrows when something would catch his attention? you didn't know what had you hooked, seeing hueningkai laugh with the children of the town as he handed them flowers, or trying to convince taehyun that a bit of mud on his shoes wasn't going to ruin his ever after.

and, fuck, maybe he did have the prettiest smile in the sun, and maybe he did sometimes tear his clothes climbing trees, and maybe he did have the bottom of his feet completely blackened from the mud—but did you really care, especially when he'd look so prim and proper in his white and gold uniform for the Tri-Castle-On? every morning and every evening, he'd practice in the field, hair combed to the side and streaks glowing as he muttered songs underneath his breath to calm his nerves, fingers shaking as he clutched his bow, archery being his weakest point.

hueningkai would watch you from the corner of his eye, focussed fingers crossed in front of your mouth, watching with furrowed eyebrows. you weren't that hard to miss, if he was being honest. and after letting an arrow go, he'd let out a breath he'd held in for so long, relaxing his shoulders and turning to you, soft smile on his lips as the glow from his hair dulled. sometimes he'd wave at you, and sometimes, if he was feeling extra cheery, he'd whistle while he skipped, shooting you a playful wink.

there was no way this boy was about to leave his fate behind a locked tower.

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[bright-and-burning]

tagged by @landoisokay and @bsaka7 to do my 9 favorite albums (with commentary. i had a lot to say...)

these are all relatively recent because i pick and choose older songs individually more than i listen to them as a single album. like i could pick at least an album’s worth of queen songs, but they’re not all off the same album, ya feel.

in no particular order!! w some explainers below the cut:

dreamland (2020) - glass animals. i almost put how to be a human being but i’ve been listening to that album basically on repeat for the last three weeks so i needed to switch it up. such an experience of an album honestly?? where how to be a human being makes me feel like the main character in an over-saturated murderous movie set in miami, dreamland is like, over-saturated fast car movie set in tokyo (the like. hollywood idea of tokyo, to be clear). forever intertwined with midnight walks through empty cities during covid, driving too fast, the first time i hung out with people after getting to come back to college, neon lights on cinderblock walls and $12 plastic handles of liquor. fundamentally bittersweet as an album imo? but so full of bangers that you forget that it’s . really sad. tokyo drifting with denzel curry was my top song of 2020 and spotify helpfully informed me that i listened to it 30 times on my 19th birthday. lol. the “get loose, streetfighter” with the street fighter sound effect… oh yeah baby that’s art. it’s all so incredibly loud also a song of all time tbh. whole album is floaty and sharp all at once, insane production, the perfect sadness layered underneath, every song building into this brilliant crescendo… perfect album for 2020 eve for like so many reasons, i could wax on about this for AGES so if u want more drop an ask no joke it’ll make my week. still holds up soooo well

lemonade (2016) - beyonce. LOL. this album dropped right around when i was getting cheated on by my gf of. over a year. and then we broke up and i signed the papers to transfer schools the next day without telling anyone. so this album fr got me through uprooting my entire life to start over. (what timing, to get cheated on right as beyonce drops her got-cheated-on album). i knew beyonce belonged on here (too influential musically to me to Not) but i was stumped on what specific album to include (i had 4 on cd in my car in high school, for example, and homecoming: the live album felt like cheating) until i remembered how much play time this one got, and how much i leaned on the album and the visuals then (which. by the way. i bought on itunes bc it wasn’t available for streaming. used precious data bc school wifi wouldn’t let me download it. possibly the last album i bought on itunes??)

save rock and roll (2013) - fall out boy. oh man. 2015 me was on one bc i was a HUGE mcr/fob/atl/p!atd/green day girl but at the Exact same time. a 1d girlie. my shuffle would literally go from mama to up all night. ANYWAYS. was stuck between american beauty/american psycho and save rock and roll, but i think american beauty/american psycho didn’t hold my attention for long and only recently came back on my radar (has some very toxic inspiration won’t lie). the mighty fall ft big sean? life changing. big fan of rappers being dropped into songs that you aren’t expecting them to feature on. “i’m either fuckin or workin so the grind don’t stop” is a work of art. young volcanoes and save rock and roll were legitimately like. the most comforting songs of all time as a sad and lonely 14 year old

when we were friends (2019) - the backseat lovers. starts out so strong and keeps it going. what an album to listen to while absurdly into someone who then starts dating your roommate lol. just like, beautiful stuff. makes me yearn. crazy good to belt out in the car while driving

cleopatra (2016) - the lumineers. feels like home, and being dumb young and in love to me. i’ve been listening to them since ho hey played on our local membership supported radio station when i was . 11?? finally got to see them two summers ago and bawled my eyes out the entire time. this whole album no skips but also like. so overwhelmingly nostalgic and infused with feelings with nowhere to go that i can’t help but want to cry. i learned how to play ophelia on a piano in a basement of a dorm i’ll never see the inside of again lol. patience makes me insane and it’s literally just piano. the lumineers in general make a lot of music that makes me ache for times and places i can’t return to, but this album is pretty peak for it

lungs (deluxe edition) (2009) - florence + the machine. god florence just does not miss does she. dog days are over another local member supported radio station hit. i started listing all the perfect songs off and then had to stop because i was listing the entire track list. floaty and romantic with a heavy edge of morbidity and violence. remember when i said i love when rappers on songs you aren’t expecting? if you listen to anything from this post PLEASE listen to you’ve got the dirtee love ft dizzee rascal from this album. a long ass album that’s good the whole way through, i’ll truly never tire of it

ctrl (2017) - sza. i think SOS might be better and eventually take this slot but i’m trying not to let recency impact this too much. drew barrymore went quintuple platinum in my bedroom in high school. it really was the perfect album for insecure 16 year old me? speaks of growth that listening to this album doesn’t hit me where i live half as much as it used to, that instead of being like damn so real sza to things like . “im sorry im so clingy i dont mean to be a lot... lonely enough to let you treat me like this” im like. damn good song

hozier (expanded edition) (2014) - hozier. take me to church another song that member supported ad-free radio station introduced me to. what a fucking album my GOD. angel of small death and the codeine scene… jackie and wilson was literally like. the love song to me. still is can’t lie. need to be saved and have hands through my hair. every single song has lines that literally make my jaw drop, i feel like i discover something new on every listen through. “free and young and we can feel none of it”… foreigner’s god makes my chest ache. i can’t fucking believe this album is ten years old???

mt joy (2018) - mt joy. another album that reminds me of home; my whole family listened to this for months on end during covid. i’m your wreck is such an opener… “and whatever happens please remember all the laughter” like i’ll cry. my instagram bio is from this song lol. the bit where it shifts into what my family calls shoulder lean mode… anyways. ASTROVAN!!! A SONG ABOUT JESUS SMOKING WEED but like. also an emotional tale of assuring mom how music’ll work out even if they’re broke the whole time. whole album gives me Feelings. this might be the happiest album on this list and it’s. not really that happy. just a very specific kind of like. optimism. we move forward even when we look back. the world fails us but we build it better. idk. like the last song is a break up song, but it’s whole thing is “so if you worry, don’t worry bout me, i always wanted you to see the california coast-line on your own time.” so like yeah, love is burning out, but don’t worry about me. i told u. Feelings.

uhhhh no pressure tagging @mecachrome @freeuselandonorris @monacotrophywife and @oscarpiastriwdc

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❀ VOLUME THREE: INTERNATIONAL SUPERSPY ❀

THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN: DESTINY AND FATE

Eren Yeager x Reader.

Sypnosis:

An alternate universe where Attack on Titan and the Marvel Universe collide! Where the Spider-Man universes collide!

Where the new spider is the, one and only nerdy, Eren Yeager. Who happens to have a world stopping crush on you.

Genre:

Attack on Titan Marvel crossover, Spider-man and Eren Yeager crossover. Multiple parts.

Word count:

43.5k Words.

I apologize for making you read the rest on Ao3 if you strictly wanted to stay on tumblr. But, tumblr has a strict word block limit, which I have to abide by. I don’t feel like cutting this chapter up into chunks, sorry! Anyways, hope you enjoy!

『 VOLUME THREE: INTERNATIONAL SUPERSPY』: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ

Highschool.

It was a blur. Just a crazy, horrible, workfilled, blur. 

And you know, that whole identity crisis everyone goes through. As a child you imagined the freedom, and most importantly boyfriends you’d have. What ended up happening was you believed you were going to marry Kakashi Hatake, a fictional anime man. You even wrote fanfiction about him. 

Yeah… it was dark times…

Anyways, your father down your throat, constantly telling you how: You weren’t enough, the work you did wasn’t enough, the knowledge you knew wasn’t enough— you weren’t enough. You relied too much on his money, you relied too much on his power, you were a good for nothing gold digger and slacker. 

Honestly, he couldn’t even look at you. I mean, who would want someone who mooches off their hard earned money? Oh, if only he knew now…

So, you always made sure to excel. Worked your own job, made your own money, and stood your ground. You were smart, quick, and intelligent. Hell, by the time you were done with your high school junior year, you managed to publish a book!

The basics to engineering. 

However, you lacked one key thing you wished you didn’t. Looks. You weren’t the prettiest girl alive, and you didn’t have a clue on how to dress. But, you knew you had a pretty face. Although, that was hard to see with the thick framed glasses your dad bought for you. ..With the wrong prescription.. 

But, that didn’t matter! 

Your father never brought that subject up. In fact, it was always ranting about wanting a ‘natural’ girl. Someone who wore modest clothing, and no makeup whatsoever. Your father always told you, you were too reliant. Men didn’t like that, as your father would say, they liked an independant and powerful woman. Someone intelligent, soft spoken, and self sufficient. 

And, that was you! 

Sure, you didn’t have the looks. You knew you were at least somewhat pretty, just didn’t know what to do with it. But, you had the smarts. You were the ideal woman your father made you to be.

You sacrificed everything for that. You wanted to be ideal, desired, and most importantly wanted. You spent your everything into studying, giving up your youth and social life for a man your father idealized for you. You didn’t even have friends. You wasted everything for a man you didn’t even know, but were going to meet. As your Father would say. 

Eventually…

Sure, it did cause a lot of bullying and harassment by the other girls, but they were jealous of you. Jealous of your smarts. I mean, no one wanted a girl to just sit and be pretty. No one liked a bimbo. Boys wanted a self sufficient girl, one that took care of herself, and didn’t mooch off their money. Again, as your father tells you. 

And, you made it. 

Senior High School Graduation. 

Approx. 4 years ago…

You graduated top of your class, and were now the ideal woman your father shaped you into. Your mother, nothing but his shadow. Your older brothers? Nothing but a replica of your father. Spurring the same exact words he would. 

You were set. Everyone expected you to become a lawyer or doctor, you already completed almost half your college courses for both! How?! As much as your father complains about you mooching off him, he sure does love to use his power to your advantage. 

And, you were kind of a genius… not to brag, or anything.

You were finally here, at your graduation as the perfect woman. Accepted into your dream school of NYU. And about to ask your highschool crush of four years on a date. Considering you were now desirable by your fathers standards. 

So, you marched your way up to your crush. Your short heels clicking against the ground. Using your index finger to fix your glasses, and pausing. Was this a good idea? Of course it was, you were the ideal woman.. as your father tells you. You did everything he told you to. You got this. I got this. 

You sniffed, rolling your shoulder and tapping your crush’s shoulder. Your foot going behind the other as he turned to you. His friend group, which consisted of some football players, and their female friend. Annie was her name, but you weren’t completely sure. 

They were currently catching up with your brothers since they were old acquaintances, and your brothers had already graduated. 

His smile was so sweet. Porco. You got giddy at his name. You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach as you walked in his direction. Standing behind him as you hesitated to tap his shoulder, “Uhm, I—“ Why now of all times were you stumbling over your words? “I just— I really like you, and wanted to ask.. if you were free sometime?..”

There was silence. 

Before, laughter, “Oh my god!” Annie laughed, getting an elbow from your crush. Making Annie catch herself, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she whispered, trying to contain her laughter. With your brothers snickering behind them. 

Your crush forced a smile in your direction, hands going into his pockets. Fidgeting, “Look, I’m sure you're a wonderful person but..” Porco glanced at his friend, his eyes widening for a split second. “You’re just not my type.” He shrugged. 

You could feel your heart shatter. Wait, I thought Dad said–

Annine pressed her fingers to her lips, “Sorry, but his type are girls who actually take care of themselves, rather than their grades.” She laughed again, throwing a blonde chunk of hair behind her shoulder. “Weird to think, right?” She added a mocking smile, “You know, for how smart you are, you really are stupid.” 

You felt your lips part, wanting to say something only for it to get lodged in your throat. For some reason, you looked to your brothers for help. You knew they weren’t going to do anything, but you couldn’t help but hold some hope. That they may, as your older brothers, protect you. 

They didn’t. They never did. 

In fact, you parents weren’t even at your graduation. Your brothers came after the ceremony to drive you home. And, that’s when they started catching up with their old friends. 

Your crush. 

You nodded your head, turning on your heel and walking away. The restroom sounded nice right about now. You kept your eyes to the ground, blinking rapidly as you navigated to the restroom. Accustomed to the school’s layout. When you bumped into someone, making some tears fall from your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re okay.” They replied instantly, “Don’t worry about it, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” They let out a small laugh. However, it sounded stiff– maybe even forced. Like, they were nervous. 

You don’t remember much about what he looked like, just that he was tall, and you called him ‘highschool guy.’ You awkwardly giggled, “Yeah, I guess.” You shakily said, continuing on your walk to the restroom. Pushing your glasses up. 

“You’re really pretty.” He added. 

That made you freeze. 

Your eyes glossy, tears falling down your cheeks. Eyes red and puffy, mascara smudged, and flex flushed. You, by no means, looked pretty. You shakily inhaled, looking up and smiling at him. Pushing your glasses up, and feeling your lips wiggle. “Thanks.” Then, you continued on your way. God, you would give anything to go back in time and get that guy's number. 

You really needed to hear those three words. 

Freshman Year of College.

Approx. 3 years ago…

You left as soon as your dorm was ready for you. You needed to get out of your house, and life as soon as possible. Which you did. 

And, now you had another problem. You didn’t have friends. Nor did you know how to socialize.  

Well, shit.

You first turned to anime, because… actually you don’t know why. It just seemed right at the time. You decided that watching Kiss him, not me, would somehow solve all your problems. And, it did. 

Okay, no, it didn’t.

The worst part was, you didn’t need help with schoolwork. So, that eliminated a big part of socialization in college. The study groups weren’t even worth studying for, it just ended up being a group of people who shared answers. Then, when they found out you already knew how to do the work since highschool… Well, it’s easy to assume what happened next. You didn’t even know how to say no. Let alone make conversation beyond that. 

So, you decided to take a different approach. One that would haunt you the rest of your college education. A blessing, but mostly curse. 

Thus, Bimbo Y/n was created. The version of yourself you wish you were. Witty, cute, fashionable, approachable, conversational, happy, and maybe a little stupid, but hey! It was who you wanted to be. So, that’s who you were. 

“So, you went to our high school, middle school, and elementary school with us?” Connie asked, blinking at you like you were insane. “Dude, what are the odds? Jean and I have literally never noticed you.” 

No, I’m happy you didn’t know me. I looked like Helen Keller trying to figure out what to do with my life. You thought. It was not a good time. 

Jean shrugged, “I’m glad, now we can talk shit about people, and Y/n knows who they are.” He bumped his shoulder against yours, smiling at you playfully. “And, you can agree with us.” 

Sasha brought her head up, sliding her paper towards Connie. “Finished!” She cheerfully said, placing her pencil on the table. 

Connie glared at her, “Sasha, last time I got answers from you, I ended up with a forty percent on the homework.” Connie grumbled at Sasha, tossing a crumpled piece of paper at her. “I think I’d much rather take the answers from Y/n.” 

You looked up, blinking at him. “For the.. uhm–” you pressed your finger to your lips. “Math with like letters right!” Was that too stupid? You pushed your curled hair behind your ear, your finger awkwardly catching inside your hoop earring. If it wasn’t obvious, you weren’t used to wearing them. Wait, did they see that?

Sasha's heart melted, “Bless her soul. She’s so cute, but doesn't have a single thought behind her eyes.” She hugged you, “I love you so much, Y/n. Literally marry me, and have my babies.” She shoved her face in your curly hair, enjoying all the lotions, and perfumes you wore. “I promise to take care of you.” 

Take care of me? Huh, ironic. You wished you could record the amount of times you’ve been told that, and send it to your Father. In all honesty, it really confused you. Maybe, that’s why you weren’t keen on the idea of a full term relationship. 

Jean pushed Sasha away from you, “I’m trying to teach her how to do this, I can’t have you distracting her Sash.” He scooted closer to you, “Okay, back to what I was saying, Babe.” 

You blinked, processing what he called you. Was that normal? Calling your friends nicknames? Mental note, give everyone cute nicknames. You nodded eagerly at Jean, looking back at his paper. “We were like–combing the letters, right?” You leaned on your gloved palm, tilting your head at the paper. 

Jean laughed at you, “Yeah, sure.” He said with a smile, “Uhm, well. Then, you check if the equation is right by solving for it.” 

You nodded your head softly, “Oh, I totally get it now!” Which would be fine if he did the equation correctly in the first place. You learned this stuff back in highschool, in fact–you already learned everything they were studying right now. If anything, you should be tutoring the three of them.

“Oh shit! What time is it?” Connie shouted, pulling out his phone and checking the time. You flinched at his abruptness, taking your eyes off your paper. Connie looked around frantically, “Why didn’t my alarm go off?!” He opened his bag, and slid all his paperwork inside. Which was an impressive skill, since nothing fell out. 

Sasha grabbed her phone, “Why? What time is–” her eyes widened with fear, “Shit! Our job!” She also shoved all her things into her backpack, just without the skill and grace as Connie. “I’ll see you guys when we get off.” 

You smiled at them, waving goodbye. Sasha grabbed Connie’s hand squeezing it. “Ugh! She’s so cute!” Connie tugged Sasha out the room. 

You giggled, grabbing your Starbucks drink and taking a sip. Enjoying the tasty refresher. “I like her,” you looked at Jean, “She’s fun.” Your eyes moved briefly over the door again, smiling to yourself. 

Jean smiled, “She likes you too.” He laughed briefly, “In fact, they both like you.” He leaned on his palm, “I like you, too.” 

You blinked a few times, I know you like me. I just don’t want you to. “Oh.” What do I even say to that? “Uhm, thanks?” You softly replied. 

Jean pushed a strand of hair from your face, “You’re really pretty.” 

You forced a smile, you wouldn’t think that if you first saw me in highschool. Which.. you have. We’ve literally gone to the same school since elementary… “Thanks, I think you're pretty too.” You leaned your face into his hand. I did not just say that. “But, I think I should be getting home. I have one of those video call thingies in an hour.” That was a lie, you just had something else to do. 

“Oh, uh. Okay,” He stood up, closing his laptop. “Do you want me to walk you?” 

You shook your head, “No, s’it okay.” You started putting your things away, “I’m probably going to get some snacks on the way.” You smiled at him, placing your bag over your shoulder. “Bye bye, Jean.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, then left the room. Closing the door behind you, and sighing out. 

You were never going to date, let alone fuck that man. No matter what anybody thought, or said. Even if Jean claimed it himself. But, you were going to be polite. Because, you were classy, and didn’t believe in being rude. Unless deserved. You loved Jean in a platonic way. You really enjoyed hanging out with him, but that's how far things would go. 

Anyways, you had a few things to do before going home. Like changing your goddamn heels into something you could walk in. You praised women who wore heels everywhere, you had only been wearing them for three hours, and wanted to die. Worst of all, you were sitting down for the majority of it. 

Walking outside the building you changed your shoes into some comfy converse, placing your heels in your bag, and continuing on your adventure. Pulling out your sketchbook and pencil, holding onto it as you walked into your favorite sweet spot. 

The door rang as you opened it, you smiled at the cashier. Gwen. 

She screamed when she saw you, “Y/n! Oh my god, you look so sexy right now.” She grabbed your favorite sweets, stuffing them into a small bag. “What’s up with the sudden aesthetic change? Have you been taking my advice?” 

You giggled, running your hand over your beige trenchcoat. Underneath a black turtleneck, decorated with a gold necklace. You pulled out your credit card, handing it to her, “Maybe,” you bashfully said. 

Gwen pushed a strand of hair from your face, “Ah! I can't wait for the day you let me put makeup on your pretty face.” She tilted her head, admiring you for a moment. “Awh, I wish I had a pretty face like you.” 

Which only recently happened, very recently. You giggled, “Gwen, you already do.” 

Gwen squealed, taking your card and ringing you out. “Ah! But, that makes me so happy, Honey.” She leaned forward, handing you your bag and credit card. She stayed there, “Guess who called me last night.” 

Your eyes widened, “No.” 

“Yes.” She smiled, “Harry said he wants to take me out on a date.” She pouted, “Which is weird, because I thought he had a thing for you.”

You cringed, “Ew.” You shook your hands. “I mean, I don’t even know Harry, so I can’t–” you shook your head, “Anyways, I– I’m not looking for a relationship right now.” I have a hell of a lot of online courses to finish. 

Gwen's eyes softened, tilting her head to the side. “Awh, you’re so strong for that.” She placed her hand to her heart, “Couldn’t be me though.” 

You snorted, placing your hand over your lips. Trying to cover your loud laugh, “Gwen I– just shut up.” This is why you love her. 

Gwen laughed with you, pushing your shoulder softly. “Anyways, are you going to the spot?” She leaned on the palm of her hand, adjusting her earring for a second. 

You took your things from her, “You mean my dorm’s roof?” You rolled your eyes playfully, “I wouldn’t call it ‘the spot,’ but yeah. That’s the plan.” You placed your things into your purse, giving her a final wave. “See you tomorrow.”

“Or, in a few hours if you get hungry again.” Gwen stuck her tongue out at you. 

You rolled your eyes as you left the building. Almost bumping into a male as you did so, “Oh, I’m sorry.” You quickly acknowledged, trying not to be rude. 

He smiled at you, before waving his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it.” 

You could feel your heart flutter with his soft tone. “Uh– I– yeah.” You watched him walk inside the sweet shop, making eye contact with Gwen. 

You gave her the look. She returned one. 

He’s so cute.

Right?! Should I talk to him?..

Yes?! He’s so your type Gwen.

Okay, okay, okay, let me get his name.

Gwen looked away from you, turning her attention to the male. She pushed a strand of white hair behind her ear, leaning forward at the male who just walked in. “Hi, can I get the name for the order?” 

He nodded, “Yeah, Peter.” Peter smiled, before quickly adding— “Parker. Peter Parker.” You could tell he was nervous. It was honestly really cute. 

Gwen giggled, “Okay, Peter Parker, what can I get for you today?” She tilted her head, her eyes glancing at you for a moment. You just gave her a thumbs up, then left. 

You didn’t want to be a third wheel. 

Skipping along the streets of New York, you were still getting used to walking everywhere, since you didn’t want to get caught in traffic. It was a weird contrast to constantly being driven everywhere back in California, but you can confidently say you preferred it. Even if your feet burned. Maybe, that’s why you liked staying with your Mother rather than your Father. 

It felt nice to get some fresh air. Even if it was the blistering cold of the merry holidays. Which means you have to visit your family for Christmas in a few days. You could already feel your body regressing. 

Your Mother and Father in the same room. What a nightmare. 

When you arrived at your dorm building, you could feel your shoulders get heavier. You didn’t like that stupid place, it was loud and your roommates weren’t any better. But, you couldn’t afford an apartment, and asking your Father for money didn’t sound too appealing. In fact, you couldn’t recall the last time you spoke to your dad. 

It took some time before you reached the door of your room, pushing it opening and walking inside. Shutting it behind you, and dropping your purse on your bed. Grabbing your things along with your computer, placing it inside your bag and walking to your window. Pushing it open. 

Then, climbing up the latter escape, trying to reach the roof. You sighed, finally reaching the top and sitting on your blanket. Something you set up a few days before. 

“Karen?” You waited for a moment, before your computer lit up. 

“Good evening, Y/n.” A robotic, male voice spoke back. “What seems to be– crack-a-lackin.” 

Your eyebrows met together, “Eugh, ew. Who the hell taught you that, Karen?” You said with a giggle. Grabbing your sketchbook, and flipping to an unfinished sketch. Continuing to finish the drawings design. 

“....” 

You giggled, shaking your head, Maybe you accidentally programmed him to say that. 

“Gwen.” He quickly said, his voice almost sounded guilty. 

Your jaw dropped, “Gwen?” You accused. Since when did Gwen even talk to Karen? He’s probably lying. “Well– then, don’t be listening to what Gwen says, she’s unfiltered.” You smiled, “She’s not good for your pure, untainted, soul.” 

“Who would be good for me?” Karen asked.

“Me.” You responded coolly, “I’m the goodest person for you.” You tapped the pencil on your paper. “That’s why I’m your mother.”

“Goodest isn’t a word, Y/n.” He lectured, “You’re searching for the word– best.” He laughed, “And, you are not my mother. You are my creator.” 

You rolled your eyes, “I was trying to be funny, Karen.” You turned away, “And, I am your mother.” 

“Well, you’re not funny.” 

Your jaw dropped, before shaking your head. “Karen, just do your goddamn job, and find me some parts for my design?” You tapped your pencil against your lip. “And, make it something accessible. Maybe… from like Home-Depot?” You looked at the screen, “Oh, and if pink is an option, add that.” 

“No. Pink is a horrible choice. But, searching for; suit parts.” 

I can’t take this assault. You glared at your screen, grumbling, “Pink is a good choice.” You finished the eyes of the drawing, and observed the final product. You grabbed a sharpie, and quickly added your signature on the bottom of the leg. “And, when did you get so mean?”

Karen cleared his throat –which you didn’t even know he could do– before speaking. “Here is what I found on; suit parts.” 

You pulled your computer over your lap. Scrolling through the links Karen found for you. You pressed your lips together, I thought I said cheap. You pouted, looking at your design, then the computer screen. You couldn’t afford any of this. “Goddammit.” Why can’t I just make a super high tech supersuit for five bucks? 

“Are you allowed to be up here?” 

You jumped, shutting your computer, and sketchbook. Before snapping your neck back to look at the person behind you. The only way to get on this roof was to climb up the later escape, was this person here this whole time?!

He laughed to himself, “Because, last time I saw an unwanted stranger on a roof, I got thrown off it.” 

You could feel your Jaw drop. “Of course I’m allowed to be up– Wait, thrown?!” You took a deep breath, clasping both your hands together and collecting yourself. “That– what are you?–” Tony Stark, the Tony Stark was standing in front of you. No way. You could feel your mind blanking. 

“I thought you were going to jump, so I decided to stop by. Or, you could be a highly intelligent villain from another planet, with this thing called ‘The Scepter,’ so–” He said, clicking his mask and revealing his face to you. “Kinda traumatized. Or, I could be saving a life.” Tony flashed you a charming smile, clicking his chest and removing himself from his suit.

Holy shi– Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, before you cocked your head to the side. “Really?” Tony thought you were going to jump?

“No.” He replied nonchalantly, then looked at your computer. You followed his eyes and internally cringed. “Karen? That’s his name right?” He took a step in your direction. “Does it stand for anything?” 

You looked to the side, almost embarrassed. “No.” You looked at your computer, placing your hand over it. “He just likes the name Karen.” For some reason, you were embarrassed to say that. 

Tony let out a brief laugh, “He named himself?” He smiled, “And, he likes it?” He reached his hand out, wanting to hold your computer. “Did you program him to have emotions?” 

You grabbed your computer, standing up and handing it to him. “Kinda, I programmed him to have thoughts that could contradict mine, and to build himself off that.” 

“Nice. I created something like that too back in elementary.” Tony cocked his head to his suit, before opening your computer, “Suit parts?” He suppressed a smile, trying not to be rude. “And, from Home Depot?” 

You could feel your face burn with embarrassment, “Well, I just like looking at—“ 

“Suit parts.” Tony finished, his head tilted to the side. He looked amused. 

You cringed, before reaching for your thick sketchbook. “Okay, it sounds weird but–” you opened up the book, handing it to him. “I absolutely adore all the designs of the super suits, and was inspired to make a drawing of them. Then, that's when I realized, wait, if I have the intelligence to design a fully functional suit on paper.” Tony looked up at you, opening the sketchbook. “What’s stopping me from actually making the suit?” You took a deep breath, pointing at your computer. “That’s when I made Karen, he was basically me making the suit digitally. So, I had to make a whole program for that, and that wasn’t even the trial and error for making sure the application worked. Then, once–“

“Jesus kid, what the hell.” Tony continued flipping through the sketchbook. Your computer supporting your thick book underneath. He stopped on the drawing you finished not too long ago. “You made all this?” 

You blinked at him, almost offended he cut you off. “I mean, yeah. My signatures on the leg.” You softly grumbled. 

Tony looked back at his suit, gesturing to his suit to come close. “Garvis.” 

“Sir.” 

Tony lifted the sketchbook, “Scan this. See if it’s functionable.” Tony’s suit, who was supposedly named Garvis, flew closer. Propping himself right behind Tony and looking at the sketchbook. Taking it from Tony’s hands and flipping through the pages. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Garvis?” You looked around, before your eyes landed on Tony’s suit. Was the suit Garvis?.. Okay, maybe Tony Stark was insane. You took a step back. 

“Sir, all this information adds up to a fully functional suit.” 

I mean, I did make a whole application to see whether or not it would work, so… You thought silently. 

“In-fact, it’s put together so well– it could be something you made, Tony.” 

Wait. He’s british?!

The suit– Garvis, looked at you, “This is incredible, Ma’am.” 

You couldn’t help but smile, nodding your head at the suit. Butterflies erupting in your stomach, “Thank you Garvis.” Wait, did you just get butterflies from a suit A.I? Jesus, Y/n.

Garvis nodded, taking a step in your direction, lifting his hand, but Tony cut him off. He reached for the helmet, and removed it, placing it on his face. “Can you give me a visual display?” He placed his hands on his hips. Tony was so.. “Wow.” He removed his face mask, looking at you. 

“What?” You raised an eyebrow. 

“You made this.” He acknowledged.

You threw your hands in the air, “It’s not like that’s what this whole conversation is about.” You grabbed your sketchbook from the suit and your computer from Tony. “Yes, I made this.” 

Tony looked at his suit, and his suit looked at him. “No need to be a smart-ass about it, but what’s your name?” 

You suppressed a smile. “Y/n L/n.” 

Tony’s eyes widened, “L/n?” He leaned his head back, thinking to himself. “Is your father–” 

“Yes.” You replied, placing your things into your bag. 

“I’ve worked with him.” 

“He wouldn’t stop talking about it.” You looked up at Tony, “He’s a horrible partner. Even though everyone thinks he’s so smart.” 

“But, all he does when speaking to someone is repeat their words with bigger ones.” Tony rolled his eyes, smiling at you. “Sounds about right. It’s why I don’t work with him anymore.” 

You nodded, “Sounds like my Dad.” You rolled your eyes, sighing out dramatically. “It’s nice to hear someone doesn’t like him either.” You always hated hearing praise about that man. He was everything, but praise worthy. 

Tony bit the inside of his cheek, thinking for a moment. “Okay, how about this.” He pulled Jarvis closer, clicking a button on his face. Making a blue holographic display appear to you. It was your suit. “I’ll provide you everything to make your suit, and I’ll even help you with some elements to enhance the product.” 

You raised your eyebrows, placing your hands at your hips. “Really? And, how much is this going to cost me?” 

“Nothing,” Tony shook his head, “Completely free.” He gestured with his hands, “And, how about this. I get you a job right under me at Stark Industries, it pays well, and I’ll get you an apartment somewhere nice.” 

You looked down, “All this for some stupid A.I, and cheap supersuit?” 

“Kid, that ‘stupid A.I’ could have payed off your entire college experience if you sent it to the right people.” He pointed at your computer, “It’s self sufficient, disciplined, compiles information over the web, is intelligent enough to compile its own thoughts, and emotions.” He shook his head, “And, that’s not even half of it.”

“You made one.” 

“Yeah, but I have the money to make them. You made it inside your cheap chrome computer.” 

Okay, ouch. It was the only thing I could afford. You placed your hands behind your back, placing a foot behind the other. “Okay, fine. If I accept your offer, what’s the catch?” There’s always a catch. 

“No catch.” 

“I don’t believe you.” You accused.

“I hate that, but I don’t blame you. In fact, I respect it.” He turned to Garvi– his suit, –this was already getting confusing– and entered it. “Here’s what I need. You, and your suit.” Tony’s voice had an augmented tone to it now. He placed his feet on the floor, no longer flying. “I could use your help with something that’s happening here, in New York.”

“The bombings?” You said, before adding. “The Mandarin.” 

Tony was quiet for a while before responding, “Yeah, that.”

You took in a deep breath, butterflies swarming your stomach. “So, you’re asking for my help with a mission that could potentially kill me?” 

Tony’s head tilted to the side for a moment, “Well, when you put it like that, I guess it does sound a little weird.” 

You looked out to the city, walking to the ledge of the building. “What if I say no?” 

“You won't.” Tony stood next to you, “I’ll even let you wear the suit during the mission, you— you just would..” He sighed, moving his hands in a circular motion. “Need to work out. A lot.” 

You glared at him, a little offended. “I do work out.” Sometimes…

“Good. We just need to get you strong enough to stop a bus.” He lifted his hand, turning it so his palm was facing down. Displaying a miniature version of your suit, “And, you’ll have the help of your own design.” 

You remained quite looking back at the city. “Do you even have a Stark Industries here in New York?” You glanced over the area, enjoying the sparkling lights. 

“You a senior?” 

You shook your head, “Freshman.” 

Jesus you were young. “We’ll have one built your Junior year.” 

You laughed, nodding your head. “That’s great to hear.” You turned to Tony, collecting your hair all together and flipping it over your shoulder. “And, is anyone going to know I’m working with you?” 

“Do you want people to know?” He asked sincerely. 

You shook your head, sighing softly. “Just no one in my school.” You rubbed your shoulder soothingly, “I just made friends with people who like me.” Being this random genius would only repeat what happened in high school.

Tony's eyes softened for a moment, but he didn’t comment on it. “Then, no one will know. No one has to know.” Tony smiled, nodding his head. “So, c’mon.” He sighed, “I have to let Levi know about your involvement.”

You could help but blinked a few times in confusion, “Levi?” Who’s Levi?

Tony tilted his head, before responding. “You don’t?– Oh, uhm, Levi’s my brother, he just likes his privacy.” Which Tony was going to change if Levi took the job as the Iron Patriot. 

You could feel your jaw drop, “You have a brother? Is he as smart as you?” You whispered, like Levi was in the room with you. 

Tony laughed, “Smart? Maybe a little less? Rich? Absolutely.” You placed his hand behind his neck, “And, I would say his way stronger than me.” He shook his head, “Not by choice though.” 

“Was he forced?” You cautiously asked, placing a hand over your chest. 

“No, he just wanted to be the stronger one.” 

You laughed, before flashing him a smile, nodding your head. “Fine, I’ll help.” You took a step backwards, twisting in a circle. Your skirt kicking up in the wind with you. “Where's our first mission?” You asked excitedly, your hands clasped together. 

“I’m flying you to California.” Tony placed his hands on his hips, flying up slightly. Making your hair flutter, “You got a passport?” You nodded excitedly, “Great, let’s go make your suit.” 

You bit your bottom lip, jumping up and down. You smiled, nodding your head. Jumping up and down excitedly, “I get to be a superhero!” 

“Slow down, Y/n. Baby steps.” 

Freshman Year

Beginning of Second Semester. 

Approx. 3 years ago…

You giggled, “Jean, if anything happens I’ll call you.” You pressed your hand against his chest, pushing him away. “Now, go find Sasha and Connie, I promise you they’re probably like—wandering around.” 

Jean gave you a strained smile, “Uh, are you sure?” He looked to the side, “Because, I’m sure we can just look around together–” 

“No!” Your hands came out, expressing your distress. You blinked a few times, before clearing your throat. “I mean, no thank you.” You flashed him a kind smile, “It’ll be better if we split up.” 

Jean nodded his head slowly, alarmed by your distress. But, not questioning it further. “Okay, well, call me if you get lost.” 

You nodded, immediately walking off. Making sure Jean was out of sight before falling to the ground, tears pearling in your eyes. “Holy shit, these heels are killing me.” You groaned, massaging your ankles. Which wasn’t really helping considering how you were wearing boots that reached your knees. 

The worst part was, with the skirt you were wearing, you couldn’t even sit down properly without flashing someone. You blamed Gwen, she was the one who picked out your outfit. In fact, as of now, Gwen was your main source of inspiration for clothing. With all the jewelry, and make-up. The only thing that was original was– your black gloves. 

Your phone rang, and you checked the caller I.D. 

Tony S. 

You rolled your eyes before sliding your finger over the screen, holding up the device to your ear. “Tony.” You greeted, standing up and suppressing a pained groan. Curse these stupid heels, you’d give anything to know how to walk in them. 

“Bambi, how are you doing?” Tony greeted. 

You could feel your eyebrows mush together in distaste, “If you call me that one more time, I swear to god, I’ll find a way to destroy my suit.” You threatened. He was calling you a bimbo, Tony thought the words were similar enough. “But, I’m good. The bruise is healing nicely.” 

Tony huffed, “I can’t believe that was the only thing you got, I thought the guy killed you with that punch.” Tony laughed, “You should’ve seen the look on his face when you got back up.” 

You laughed, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “It was Karen who did that.” You don’t know how, but that’s what happened. “Anyways, I still have some adjustments that would make the suit better. As well as flexible.” 

“We’re starting the construction of a Stark Industries building here.” Tony informed. 

Your eyes widened, “Oh, that’s good. Makes it easier to upgrade suits.” You looked around, a skyscraper in the distance catching your attention. Oscorp. “Aren’t you scared Oscorp is going to start rivaling you, or something? I’ve heard they’ve got some shady stuff going on behind closed doors.” 

“I’m not too worried.” Tony sighed, “I know ways to keep it nice.” 

You laughed, “Alright, Tony.” You walked down the sidewalk, enjoying the college scenery. A field of green grass and a beautiful, large, flower tree. It was pretty enough for a picture. If only you had a camera. “Just, fix up my suit please. I plan on wearing it again.” 

“Oh, not happening.” 

You mushed your eyebrows together, utterly confused. It was your suit? “What?!”

“I thought I told Happy to tell you about it.” 

“Happy’s in the hospital.” You bluntly replied, wanting to kill Tony. There was no way he was revoking your suit privileges. 

“Actually, he just got dispatched. He’s doing well.” 

Your eyebrows raised with delight, “Oh, that’s good– Wait, what do you need to tell me?” You shook your head, trying to stay on topic. “Is it something bad? Did the suit malfunction.” Did I do something bad? 

“No, your suit’s fine. We just–can’t have you running around playing superhero.” You could tell Tony was smiling, “That’s for us adults. The big kids.” 

“I am an adult.” You shot back. Opening your purse and searching for your favorite pink hair tie. Tying your hair up, so it was out of your face. 

“You’re barely an adult, but I still have some plans with you.” Tony sighed, “For the time being, I’m putting a mini mechanic shop in your apartment. So, do what you will with that.” 

You smiled, nodding your head. Tony already managed to get all your things moved into your new apartment. You did a small circle as you continued to walk around. Today was so pretty, you wished you had your camera. “Oh! And, I sent the new bomb designs over to you.” You slowly twisted around, walking backwards. “It follows the target, and once it’s made contact it—“ 

“Blows up.” Tony finished, “It’s perfect. Love the creativity.” 

You didn’t know if he was being sarcastic. “Wonderful.” You brought your body forward again. It was silent for a moment, “So, is this it?” You softly said, almost hurt. 

“Oh, no. I need you around.” Tony let out a small, ‘ah,’ “Actually, I have another assignment coming up, and I could use your help.” 

You eyes landed on a tall male, holding– 

A camera. Perfect! 

You walked up to him, pointing at his camera. Smiling at him sweetly. He just blinked at you confused. You mentally groaned. You cut Tony off, “Let me call you back, Honey.” Before ending the call, placing your phone in your purse. “Your thingy,” you said, pointing at his camera. “Are you one of those people who take the cool snapshots?” 

The man let out a small laugh, “My camera.” He corrected. 

You could feel butterflies erupt in your stomach from his voice alone. Even if you couldn’t see his face, he was weirdly cute. Maybe, that’s why you approached him. Along with the camera. 

You could already tell, you liked this guy. 

Even if you never got his name. 

Senior Year. 

Middle, First Semester

Current time…

“You know, I miss talking to Karen.” You rolled your swivel chair back, “Before, he became the Spider-man suit.” You pouted, “And, before you rest him.” 

“Ah! You mean her.” Tony corrected, hiding the smile on his lips. “And, I didn’t mean to reset her. I just— accidentally reset her programming.” He quickly said. 

“Accident my ass.” You grumbled, rolling back to your desk. Grabbing your keyboard, and opening a small compartment hidden underneath it. Grabbing the small key from inside, and opening your desks drawer. Reaching for the microphone you left inside, and typing something on your computer. “The button clearly said reset.” You grumbled, looking at the text on the screen. He was my best friend. 

You haven’t even gotten to meet the new Karen. It made you sad. You slammed your drawer shut, locking it up again. Placing the key where it belongs. 

“Graduation is in a few months.” Levi voiced, leaning on the wall window. Looking outside, a cup of coffee in his hand. His foot resting behind the other one. “Are you excited about that?” He took a sip of his coffee. 

You sighed, stretching out your neck. “Yeah, it’s exciting and scary.” You peered over your shoulder, “Like, I want it to be over. But, I’m scared of growing up.” 

“Don’t be, Bambi.” Tony added. 

You just glared at him. “Thanks.” You grit. 

Levi shook his head, trying to ignore the laugh bubbling in his throat. “We’ll be there, Y/n.” Levi lifted his glass to you, making you turn your attention away from Tony. “I wouldn’t want to miss you finally becoming an adult.” 

You softly smiled, your eyes softening. “Good.” You turned back to your screen, “I would’ve quit if you didn’t, and we all know you need me to function.” 

Levi felt his eye twitch, “On second thought.” Tony just softly laughed, giving you a discreet thumbs up. 

Levi rolled his eyes at his brother’s encouragement. Before looking at your screen, “And, what are you doing?” Levi doesn't remember assigning any work to you?

You leaned your head back, “I’m working on my personal project.” You responded, “It’s a gift.” To yourself..

“You’re making a gift for someone?” Levi asked, pushing himself off the window. Walking behind your chair, and looking at your screen. “A suit? Y/n, you can’t give a random person a suit.” 

You threw your hands over the screen, trying to hide it from him. “Don’t snoop, Levi.” You scolded, “And, it’s a graduation gift to myself! I’m jealous that Spider-Man gets to use my suit.” 

Levi shook his head, “Well, it is my company. I would like to know what’s being made.” 

“It’s actually mine.” Tony cut in. 

You giggled, “Sure, sure. I forgot.” You clicked a different tab, grabbing the microphone and holding it to your mouth. Glancing at the phrases displayed on the screen. 

“Don’t tell me you’re using your own voice for the suit.” Levi groaned, taking a sip of his drink. 

You blinked a few times, “No..” 

Tony twisted his body around, pointing at you. “That’s genius.” He stood up, dramatically pushing his swivel chair away from him. “Someone get me a microphone. Pepper?” He called, walking out the room. 

You giggled, nodding at Tony. “See, Tony gets it.” 

Levi placed his hand to his face, sighing slowly. “I swear, you two are so full of yourselves.” Levi looked at you through his fingers, suppressing an amused smile. 

You shrugged, clicking the record button. “Good evening, I’m Y/n. And, you are?” You hit the pause recording, waiting for the next phrase to pop up. 

“When do you think you’ll be done with the suit?” Levi looked at the screen. 

You tapped your lips a few times. “Uhm, it should be done by the end of the month. Maybe the beginning of next month, the latest.” Your eyebrows came together, “Wait, why did you give my suit away?” 

“A kid got bit by one of our radioactive spiders.” Levi cringed the moment he said it. You weren’t supposed to know that. 

“Wait, Spider-Man was directly caused by you?” You thought he just happened to be one of those people born with powers. You looked back at your screen, “Why didn’t you tell me about that? I could’ve made a better version of the suit.” You saw Levi cringe again, and you smiled cheekily to yourself. “Unless, you weren’t supposed to tell me.” 

“I wasn’t supposed to tell you.” Levi followed. 

You giggled, “Don’t worry I won’t tell Tony.” Levi let out a breath of relief, while you looked at the text on your computer. Reading it in your head, and readying your microphone. “Just as long as you help me make my suit.” 

Levi hated you.

-ˋˏ★ [ Location: Your comfy, comfy, bed… ]ˎˊ

Dawn was rising, around 6 in the morning, and drawings upon drawings scattered your room. You phone softly playing your favorite song, Amor Eterno. While your hand moved across the paper with an outliner pen. Adding the final details to the improved suit design, before sighing, sitting up from your bed and stretching. 

Harry’s words bouncing in your head like an over inflated ball even if the date was over a week ago. Let me take care of you. You loudly laughed, like you even wanted that. Hell, you found the irony of it. The very thing your father supposedly hated you for, was the very thing men of wealth wanted to do.  

Honestly, whatever. 

It’s not like you wanted them anyways. But, it was always so satisfying knowing that you’d never give them a chance. Were you fake? Maybe? But, that’s what shitty Dads can do to you. 

And, Daddy issues.

You adjusted the strap of your crop top and stood up. Ripping the page out of your thick sketchbook, and adding it to your billboard. You threw the book behind you, hearing as it loudly crashed against your bed. 

That’s what four years of college sketches, and suit designs sound like. 

You grabbed your glasses and took a step back, then placed your hands on your hips. Nodding at the outcome. You liked this upgraded design. Nanotechnology was definitely the way to go. If you go to Stark’s place today, you should be able to have the suit finished by—

‘Knock, knock!’

You looked at your window, eyebrows mushed together. It was silent for a minute, making you think you made up the noise in your head. You know you’re crazy, but not that crazy. “Did I just hear a knock?..” 

“Yes, you did.” 

You shook your head, suppressing a smile. Biting the corner of your lip, and shaking your head, mumbling– “Don’t tell me I need to get the bug spray.” You grabbed your pink curtain, and pulled it back. Tilting your head and smiling at the male on the other side of the clear glass. 

He was crouching on the railings of the fire escape. His head tilted to the side, looking into your room. His eyes widened for a second, “You’d ruin the treats if you did.” Spider-man raised the bag, shaking it lightly. Allowing you to get a better view of what he was holding. 

A bag from your favorite sweet shop. 

You laughed, biting your lip and raising the window. “Okay then, next time.” And, believe me, there will be a next time. 

-ˋˏ★ [ Location: Your Apartment’s Fire Escape… ]ˎˊ

You giggled, taking a bite of your macaroon. 

“You’re kidding?” You questioned, “And, he just walked away?” You scoffed, “I swear, the fucking nerve of some people, right?” You took a bite of your strawberry macaroon. Your favorite upon favorites of flavors. 

Spider-Man nodded his head, his mask above his mouth as he took a bite of his sweet treat. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, getting a loud– ’Ew!’ from you.

You pushed his shoulder playfully, scrunching your nose at him. “You’re disgusting, Spider-Man.” You pushed your glasses to the top of your nose. 

He laughed loudly, “What? You took all the napkins, what am I supposed to do?” Him wiping off the junk off his face with his hand wasn’t even the worst of it. You should’ve seen him last night. Eren was losing his mind over a picture he found of you in his camera. He completely forgot he even took it, on top of that— it was a picture of you smiling. Cutest and purest thing he’s ever seen. 

Soon enough, his mind wasn’t so pure. His back to the bed, eyes screwed shut, while his hand slowly moved up and down his fat dic—

You scoffed, grabbing a few napkins and tossing them at his face. “I don’t know? Ask?! Like a human.” You looked to the side, rolling your eyes. “Idiot.” 

Spider-Man shook his head, cheeks tinted red. Thank god he had a mask on. “Ugh, get over it, Y/n.” He pressed, “Anyways, then the dude walked away like he didn’t slap me.” He shook his head, his eyes squinting. “And, then– And then, He walked to a police officer who watched the interaction and snitched on me.” 

You snorted, tilting your head back and laughing. “Seriously? Jeez.” You looked back at him, tilting your head. “Then, what did you do?” 

Spider-Man laughed. Looking away for a moment before shaking his head, eating the rest of his macaroon. He was embarrassed to tell you what he did next. “I—“ He laughed, shaking his head, bringing the mask over his lips again. “I— I swang away.” 

You coughed, “Pussy.” You taunted, hitting him with your shoulder. A real smile on your lips. Your eyes glancing down to where his lips would be. Only to look back at his eyes. 

Spider-Man visibly tensed, pulling back from you. A shiver shot down his spine, “Well, I– I– can’t get in trouble.” Mr. Stark would kill me if I got in trouble with the police. He almost killed me when I wanted to go save you.

Eren was grounded from the suit for a week. 

You shook your, “You’re such a goodie-goodie, Spidey.” You said, tilting your head and looking at him through your lashes. “You know that.” 

Spider-Man tapped his fingers against himself, “You always call me Spidey, I feel like I should be giving you a nickname.” 

You shrugged, looking to the side thoughtfully. “I thought my nickname was beautiful?”

Spider-Man shook his head, “Not at all, I call you beautiful, because I’m complimenting you.” 

You wrinkled your nose, “You compliment me too much then.” 

“I don’t think I compliment you enough.”

You could feel your face slowly burn, you turned away in embarrassment. “I– whatever.” You played with the fabric of your top, keeping your eyes diverted from Spider-Man. 

Spider-Man laughed, “I want to give you a nickname exclusive to me. Something only I would know.” He tapped his finger against his lip, “What about princess?” 

You snapped your head in his direction, “Ew. Don’t ever call me that again.” You shook your head, a shiver shooting down your spine. “I hate that.” 

“Okay, so, not princess.” He looked to the sky, blinking a few times. In clear thought, “Do you have something in mind?” 

You hummed thoughtfully, trying to think of a name. “I don’t know.. Nothing’s coming to mind.” Your ears picked up on the sweet melody playing from your room, damn, you forgot to turn off your phone.

Spider-Man looked at your room, his ears picking up on the song. He looked at you again, “What song is that?” He tilted his head, genuinely curious.

You smiled, keeping silent for a moment. “Uhm, it’s my favorite song.” You wrapped your arms around your body, almost in a self soothing act. “Amor Eterno, my mom introduced it to me. And, it’s been my favorite since.”

Spider-Man nodded, listening to the melody for a second. “I’ve never heard of it.” He looked back at the room, “I like it, your mom— you have good taste.” He quickly corrected.

You shrugged, “Maybe, it’s just.. yeah.” You laughed.

Spider-Man tapped your shoulder, “Should I call you that, Amor?”

You giggled, tapping his shoulder in return. “You don’t speak Spanish do you?” You laughed again once he shook his head, “I can tell.”

“Hey..”

You pulled your hand away, “Maybe, when you can speak Spanish, that can be my nickname. But until then, pick something else.” Your eyes flickered to the bag that Spider-Man got your sweets from. 

‘Angel Cakes.’ 

Spider-Man followed you line of vision, landing on the bag. He smiled, “Angel?’ He asked, “Is that okay?” 

You laughed, “I mean, it’s not horrible.” You poked his shoulder, “Just, don’t say it in front of people. That way it’s like a secret between the two of us.” You lifted a finger above your lip, smiling cheekily. 

Eren could feel his heart burst out of his chest, “Why did you give me a nickname in the first place?” 

You blinked a few times, your bright eyes innocently looking at him. “Hm?” You laughed, shrugging. “I don’t know, I give nicknames to people I like.” You tilted your head to the side, your glossy lips forming a smile. “I like you Spider-Man.” 

Spider-Man shook his head, looking to the side. He was so lucky there was a face mask covering him. If not, you would’ve seen the massive blush on his face. He just liked the way you looked. Visually pleasing. “Shut up, you’re literally just saying that, so I’ll buy you more sweets from your favorite place.” 

You giggled, leaning to the side. “Maybe.” Your eyes widened in realization.  

Spider-Man had the exact same realization. “Shit! I mean!–“ 

Your eyes were wide, your mouth parted open. “Are you following me?!” You shook your head, “Gross, you’re like my stalker.” You teased. Spider-Man was going to defend himself when you raised a finger, cutting him off. “Ah! No, I don’t want to hear it.” You said, leaning in close. 

“I don’t tell anyone that’s my favorite spot. And, call me selfish, but I don’t tell people because I don’t want anyone else to go there.” That’s why you didn’t tell anyone about it. “I guess, now you know my secret.” You poked his side, watching him flinch. Jeez, was Spider-Man always this ticklish?

He pushed your hand away. Finding the fact that you gate kept a bakery very childish, yet cute. He shook his head, titling his head at you. “Fine,” he said, outstretching his pinkie. “It’s our secret now.”

You giggled, nodding your head. Interlocking your pinkie with his. “Yes, our secret.” 

You and Spider-Man turned to the sky, watching the run rise. A comfortable silence falling over you two. You abruptly laughed, placing your face into your hands. “Oh my god, you’re totally following me.” You mumbled, leaning into him. 

Suddenly, his hands were waving around. Panic shooting through his body. “Y/n, it was only once–I swear.” 

You laughed, shaking your head, leaning it on his shoulder and looking at him. “I don’t believe you, Spidey.” 

“I’m so sorry, if there’s anything I can do to fix it, believe me! I’ll do it.” His eyes were wide, showing his expression. You always loved how expressive his eyes could be, it was an aspect you loved about your suit. 

You let out a brief huff, and outstretched your hand. Waiting for Spider-Man to grab it. He did, his gloved fingers intertwined with yours. You smiled at it, sighing softly. “Just kiss me.” You softly said, keeping your head on his shoulder. “And, maybe I’ll forgive you.” 

You could feel him stiffen. An amused grin shaped on your lips, “You did say anything, Spidey.” 

“I did.” Spider-man confirmed.  

You turned to him, watching as his hand came to the bottom of his mask. But before he could even take it off, your lips were already on his covered ones. You smiled, into the ‘kiss.’ Before, pulling back. “What? Don’t tell me you were expecting more?” You swiped your tongue over your glossy lips, looking at his. “Oh you got a little–“ You pointed at his lips. Trying to help him remove the lip gloss that was smeared over his mask.

“Oh fuck off, Y/n.” He placed a hand on your face, and shoved you playfully. Using the other one to wipe away your gloss. 

You loudly laughed, turning away. “Oh shut up, you love me.” You said, grabbing his hand and holding onto it. 

Spider-Man’s ear perked to the sound of your front door opening. He looked back at you, “Expecting guest?” 

You tilted your head, looking into your room. “No?” Your eyebrows came together, “Why, is someone at my door?” 

Spider-man nodded his head, “Yeah, I heard someone knocking.” 

You shook your head, rolling your eyes. “It’s probably Gwen or something, I gave her a spare key a few months back.” You sighed, your lip jutting out dramatically. “Looks like we have to cut our playdate short.” You let go of his hand, jumping off the railing and going towards your window. 

Spider-Man smiled, his eyes squinting for a second. “I'll see ya’ later then.” 

You looked back at him, grabbing his hand. Stopping him from swinging away. “Oh, and Spidey. It doesn't—it’s fine..” You softly mumbled, “You literally saved my life, I owe you everything.” You bit your lip, “I trust you, you saved me once, I'm sure you can do it again.”

His eyes softened, and you could feel your heart burst. “I’d give you my life, if it came down to it, Y/n.” You could feel your walls fall down for a moment, but you quickly shook it off. 

You walked to your window, propping it open. “I don’t mind someone like that watching me when I’m on the streets.” You snapped your fingers at him, “but, just remember. I’m fully capable of taking care of myself. I don’t need you to completely take care of me.” It's just nice to relax for a while. 

Spider-Man’s eyes squinted, indicating his smile from behind the mask. “Of course, Y/n.” He shot out a web, “I’ll see you later, Love.” He gave you a quick wave, “Oh, and I love your glasses, you should wear them more often.” Then, swang away. 

You felt your cheeks burn from the nickname and compliment. Maybe you should wear your glasses more often. You went into your room, and closing the curtain behind you. Walking towards your room door, flinging it open and walking out. “Gwen!” You shouted, “If you plan on visiting you need to text me!” You pouted. I was busy.

“No, I told him I wasn’t going to do it today. I told him I was drained from the last task, but he insisted..” Someone groaned. 

“Well, he did double the amount he was paying us.” Someone responded, “That’s why I said, yes.” 

“It isn’t about the money, it’s about— Mom.” They sighed, “I still can’t believe you answered for me. We should’ve talked about it more, I can still feel the way she was looking at me with fear from the last time.” 

That doesn’t sound like Gwen?..

You laughed, “Bertolt? Reiner? What are guys doing here?” You rushed over, engulfing them in a hug. “I thought you—” 

“Are you dating someone?” Reiner asked, pushing you away, and crossing his arms over his chest. “Or, was that a friend you were talking to?” 

You blinked a few times, “Were you listening to my conversation?” You assumed, “And, how the hell did you get into my apartment? I didn’t give you the key?” Suddenly, your mood was souring. 

“Dad did.” He responded, lifting his hand and rubbing his chin. “Now, who the hell were you talking to?” He was getting closer to you. 

You scoffed, taking a step back. How did your Dad even get your key? In fact, there was no way for him to get your address. You pushed the thought away, “Of course he did, I forgot how close you two are.” You mumbled, glaring at him. “Don’t do this Reiner, you just got here.” You muttered, “We just got to see each other again.” 

Reiner’s face softened, only for a moment. “That doesn’t matter, I still need to protect you.” He argued. Pushing through you and walking into your apartment. 

Was he going for your room?!

You could feel a panic shoot through your body, looking at Bertolt and silently telling him to stop Reiner. He just gave you an apologetic look. Which made that panic spiral. 

Your room was a mess!

You quickly rushed after Reiner, trying to stop him from reaching your room. “C’mon Reiner. Don’t be like that, I don’t need you babying me anymore.” You pushed your back to the door, a way of blocking your room. “This isn’t highschool.”

Reiner scoffed, “Yeah, that doesn’t matter, in my eyes you're still my baby sister.” He smiled, but it wasn’t comforting. It was mocking, “And, on top of that, what have you been doing since you got here?! Fucking around with shitty men?!” 

You flinched when he raised his voice, opening your mouth to defend yourself but he cut you off. “Partying, drinking, drugs?!” You didn’t do drugs.. “I thought you hated doing shit like that! I thought you hated parties!?” He looked at the way you were blocking your room, “Y/n, I swear to fucking god if they’re is a boy in there, I’m going to kill him.” 

Bertolt placed a hand on Reiners shoulder, suddenly appearing behind him. “I think we should calm down, Y/n is old enough to—“ 

Reiner shoved his hand off his shoulder. “Yeah, but she still is stupid enough to get involved with Har—“ 

“Can you not!?” You sighed loudly, “I moved over here to get away from—“ you gestured your hands to the three of you. “This!” You placed your hands down, pushing your glasses to your face. Feeling them slip, “I’m so fucking tired of you guys. Just get out. Please.” You placed your face into your hands. “I’m not going through this again.” 

Reiner pressed his lips together, his hand instinctively reaching out for you, but he stopped himself. “Y/n, look, that’s not what I meant..” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You know I do everything for you.”

You shook your head, looking up at him. “Really?” You asked, “So working at my rival company is the way to do that?” You pointed at the Oscorp symbol on their shirt, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed that little thing.” You watched as the both of them cringed. 

Bertolt sighed, “Y/n, just know we love you.” He added behind your shorter brother. 

Your eyebrows mushed together, anger slowly building in your body. “You love me?” You mocked, “Oh yeah, I forgot. You were the one defending me when Father was absolutely torturing me.” You could feel it boiling up your throat. “You guys were the one who defended me, not the ones who stood by his side instilling what he said.” 

Reiner’s eyebrows came together, expressing his disdain coming over his face. That anger returning, “Y/n, is there a boy in there?” He asked again. 

“No!” You shouted, “There isn’t a fucking boy in my room, and even if there was— it’s none of your business!” You could feel tears pearling in your eyes with anger. You hated that about you, how sensitive you were. 

“I swear if Harry’s in there.” Reiner whispered to Bertolt, “I’m going to kill her.” He wouldn’t doubt it, and with the way Harry had been flaunting over his crush. Reiner’s suspicion had been raised when some factors rang too similarly to you. You shouldn’t be around Harry, he wasn’t a good person. Reiner was going to kill you if you were so much as dating him. 

You felt your jaw go slack, eyes widening ever so slightly. “You’re going to kill me? And, not the boy in my room?!” You rolled your eyes, leaning back. “I don’t even like Harry, he’s a huge dick that I want nothing to do with.” You crossed your arms over your chest. 

Bertolt grabbed Reiner, a way of trying to calm him down. “See, calm down, Y/n doesn't even like him.” Bertolt looked at you, “Look Y/n, we promise to never hurt you.” 

You could feel your lip wiggle, the words bubbling in your throat. You couldn’t stop them from spilling, “You already have.” You muttered, “Even before all this.”

Reiner scowled, his hand reaching for your doorknob. Trying to push it open. 

“If you open this door, there’s going to be no trust left between us.” You whispered, eyes boring into his body. “Just trust me, Reiner.” You were challenging him, something you’ve never done before. 

It made Reiner mad. And, he pushed the door open. Walking past you. You stared blankly at the wall, waiting for him to come back out of your room. 

Reiner glanced around, eyes dancing over your billboard, bill board, open sketchbook, messy clothes, open window, and stuffed animals. Why would you leave your window open? It was freezing. And, with the outfit you were wearing, it didn’t really make sense. 

Reiner sighed in defeat, walking back outside the room. Glancing at you. Seeing as your eyebrows were furrowed, tears slowly falling down your cheeks. Bertolt rubbing your shoulder comfortingly. 

Reiner sighed, “Look, Y/n. You’ll understand when you’re older, we just do this because we’re worried about you.” He softly said, but not looking at you. “Just give it time.”

“When are you going to stop saying that?” You whispered, pushing Bertolt's hand off your shoulder. Glaring at him with red eyes. “When I’m one hundred, when I’m dead?”

Reiner was going to speak, when you cut him off. “Huh?! Answer me!” You shouted, “I’m going to be way more successful, and famous than both of you combined! Am I still going to be your naive little sister you constantly berate then?!” You could feel your throat hurt, squeezing. 

Your brothers were silent. Which made you even madder. “You guys don’t want to protect me, you just see me as less than you! I’m just the stupid little girl who needs a man to take care of her!” You pushed Reiner’s chest, feeling that he didn’t even move. He was just letting you rant. 

Bertolt felt tears pearling in his waterline, looking away and blinking rapidly. While Reiner’s eyes softened, his hand brushing against your shoulder. “That’s not what we’re trying to say, Y/n.” He muttered. 

“You guys just feel guilty over the way you treated me back in highschool, and want to fix your guilty conscience now.” You seethed, “It pisses me off. The guilt is messing with your head, I get it.” 

“We’re sorry, and you don’t have to forgive us.” 

“Enough!” You shouted, trying to push them to your front door. They let you push them, “You guys are so suffocating. I’m so tired of it!” You yelled, “It’s always, ‘I’m so useless, this,’ and ‘I’m so sorry, that,’ when will you give it a break.” You gave them a final shove. 

Bertolt and Reiner looked at each other, unsure of what to say. Apologizing probably wouldn’t be ideal as of now. They’re just treating you the way they learned too. 

Which, you couldn’t even blame them for. You almost hated girls that weren’t like you, because of your Father. 

“Is this how you treat Mom? Or, am I the exception?” 

Reiner and Bertolt tensed, eyes going wide. “Don’t.” Bertolt whispered, “Don’t talk about her.” 

You mushed your eyebrows together, “Why wouldn’t I be able to talk about my Mom, Betolt? Oh, wait.” You glared at him, “She is currently in no form of contact with you, or our Dad.”

“Stop.” 

“I wonder why.” Because of this exact treatment. 

“Why are you talking about this?” Reiner asked, looking away. 

“Because, you need to stop acting like this.” You gestured between the three of you. “It makes me want to go no contact.” 

“Don’t say that.” Reiner sighed, “What can we do to fix this?” 

You looked to the side, “Just treat me like a normal person.” You told them, “That’s all I want.” And, you shut the front door before they could respond. You pressed your head to the door, sighing out.

They’re trying to be protective now, to make up for your youth with them. Unfortunately, no matter what they did, the long bridge between you three would never be fixed. 

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, making you reach for it. You could feel your heart flutter at the contact name. 

Eren. 

However, a feeling of dread crawled up your spine. The party flashing through your head, what Jean said, and the last time the two of you texted. You need to clear things up with Eren. 

Wait. What if he was calling you to cut you off?! 

You wouldn’t be able to handle Eren leaving you. You took a deep breath, your hands shaking while you moved your finger over the screen. You picked up, and put the phone on speaker. Then, placed it on the ground, giving yourself some distance. “Hey, Eren!” You tried to greet him excitedly. Disregarding the interaction between your brothers. Or, was trying to.

“Hey, how are you?” His voice was calm, but groggy. It almost sounded like he just finished working out. It weirdly sounded nice. 

Or, maybe not… “Uhm, I’m–” you thought about your brothers, “weird, but…” You leaned your head back on the door, still sitting on the floor. “It’s fine. How about you?” You still sounded sweet, like honey. 

“I’m weird too.” Eren briefly responded, a small laugh building inside his throat. “Uhm, we just got graded on our project. Do you want to come over, and see what we got?” 

You blinked a few times, feeling your brain malfunction. Butterflies erupting in your stomach, “Uhm, you mean like– a party?” You softly smiled to yourself, “Or, a cute hangout.” Some one-on-one time with Eren sounded wonderful. 

Eren didn’t like how you were still being fake with him, but he was determined to change it. He wanted to be with the real you. However, your personality was starting to peek through the cracks. “Yeah. A cute hangout. We can even walk around, and get air if you want?” He responded with a soft laugh. Eren adjusted himself, making sure he wouldn’t fall off your building—which he was currently sticking to. 

Eren couldn’t leave after how abrupt you left him. And, he was worried!

Creepy, abrasive, and corrupt? Absolutely. But, he just wanted to make sure you were okay. So, it was fine when he did it. 

Eren would let you slap him later. 

You smiled to yourself, “Yeah, a walk sounds nice.” You didn’t have the energy to worry about school. “Want to go on one tomorrow, same time as now?” You had work close to an hour, where you had to show Tony some of your designs from your sketchbook. The two of you agreed he would hold onto it for a few days to make them come to life. So, tomorrow would work better. Then, after the walk, you could just go straight to your job. 

Sounds perfect. 

Besides, you needed some time to yourself after the argument with your brothers. You probably were going to take some Nyquil to sleep tonight. You could worry about all your problems tomorrow. 

As your Mother would say— that sounds like a problem for tomorrow. 

“Okay, great.” Eren softly replied, you could hear the smile in his voice. 

You pouted, standing up from the floor and walking into your kitchen. Placing your phone on the counter. You were craving something sweet. Actually, you needed something sweet. Like, strawberry champagne. “Wait, Eren.” You paused, looking at your phone. “You want to hear the stupid thing my brothers just pulled.” 

Eren didn’t need to hear, he practically watched it unfold in front of him. There was no need for you to tell him. However, Eren couldn’t help but smile to himself, and respond, “Of course I do.” 

God, he was so in love with you.

Read the rest here! Link to Ao3: Chapter three, Here.

[subzerosongie]

Aching Reminders

Completely SFW

Summary: After a bad day, Lucifer's scars on his back begin to ache, setting his low mood into the floor. Lazuli has seen this mood before in Lucifer but she isn't ready for him to completely break down in front of her, leading to an equally emotional bonding moment for them both. Completely SFW

This day had been nothing but a nightmare, another one in a line of worse and worse days. On top of being late with student counsel work. His brothers squabbles and Diavolo's problems. It felt like nothing was ever going right.

Nursing a glass of Demonus in his hand, not his first of the evening nor his last he sighed as he forced himself to look away for a moment. He had to get this done, even if it took all night. The Avatar turned on some music to keep him company as the House of Lamentation fell silent for the night. 

Quill scribbling on paper as the hours flew by and multiple glasses of the potent booze later, Lucifer finally finished what needed doing. But as he stood up his back flared in pain, it instantly made his mood sink into the floor.

Walking downstairs to get some water to offset the Demonus, a familiar figure milled about the kitchen, the light of a lantern dimly lit the kitchen.

"...Lazuli? You should be in bed." He called out to her, as he walked into the kitchen. She was making herself some tea, her blue locks damp from a shower. Lucifer realized that she was having a hard time sleeping.

"I know Lucifer, damn nightmares…" She agreed with him and sighed before sipping her tea. Her Australian accent dripped from her words as she spoke. "You should be as well, don't tell me you've been at your desk all night." Her emerald green eyes looked up at him in concern.

She wasn't wrong, he too had places to be in the morning as well. He shrugged his shoulders and winced slightly. "I know, I was just grabbing some water." He explained as he grabbed a glass and filled it.

Lazuli's keen eyes noticed the wince and packed it away for now. She had noticed him do that in the past but never pressed the issue, she had always felt it wasn't her place. Even now, her second year in the program, she still didn't feel like it was okay for her to drag up old wounds.

A few moments passed by in silence "Lucifer, you need to take care of yourself better." She broke the silence with her voice. 

Anger briefly flared in him, how could a human understand what he needed, he only calmed because he realized her words came from a place of love and care for him.

"...I'm fine." He said, hoping to sell the lie to the ever perceptive Lazuli.

"You always think you can will yourself better. Lucifer, I smell the Demonus on your breath. Bloody hell, you are anything but fine."

Lucifer sighed and looked at Lazuli with slight annoyance. "You being as perceptive as you are, can be annoying." He hissed.

Taking another gulp of her tea. "Come to the common room, let's talk." She said as she walked from the kitchen into the common room and sat on the chair.

"What do you want to talk about?" He asked, confused about her intentions.

"Anything, you look like you just need a moment to just not worry about the next thing on your to do for a moment. 

"Okay, I guess. What's your favourite class?" He asked, he wasn't sure about her idea working but he was willing to give it a shot.

"Hmm, tough. I really like familiars class but I also like hexes and curses." Lazuli answered. "...Do you even take classes?" She paused. 

P

"Yeah, probably nothing you have in common. I really like Devildom Law." He replied, a soft smirk emerging on his face. "Familiars? I didn't think you were an animal lover." He said with a pensive look.

"I love Animals, Familiars remind me of Pokemon." She laughed. 

Pokemon? Oh, he remembered it was a video game from the human world. "I suppose it's not too far off." He shrugged. 

He winced again as he shifted to get more comfortable. Lazuli took the chance to pounce. "Sore back?" She asked.

"...You don't know the half of it." He hissed in pain. 

"Come here, let me rub your back at least." She said with a heavy sigh.

Lucifer hesitated for a moment before relenting. Lazuli rubbed her fingers down his back gently to feel where his back hurt the most. His back was tight, she could feel the knots in his back. 

"Take off your shirt for me?" She asked, her eyes locking onto his as he turned to look at her. He huffed and took it off. Lazuli brought the lantern closer to his back, revealing the scars on his back, they reminded her of the ones all over her body.

"Oh dear, no wonder you're so sore." She said running her hands along them, she noticed his scars laid where his black wings sprouted from on his back. She pressed deeply into his shoulders, massaging them with her tiny hands.

"I've been alive a long time Zuli'" He said, using her nickname. "Scars are inevitable." He said then remembering her own.

"You have them all over you and you've only been alive for 2 decades?" 

"Something like that." She replied as she sighed. 

"What's really sore right now, Lucifer." She asked.

"All along my back and sides." He replied. Of course they were the scarred areas. 

She lightly pressed the pads of her fingers into the scarred tissue and sighed. 

"Do you wanna talk about what's bugging you?" She asked, she felt like she was getting to the root of the issue. 

"Just stressed." He slurred, her caring touch making his touch starved soul feel emotional, his eyes brimmed with tears as she kept going.

"Lucifer, I won't judge. I'm just a second year human student with a heart." She said with a sigh.

"...You know what's on my shoulders." He gruffly spoke to her.

"Yeah I do vaguely, you never share yourself with me really." She replied.

He felt torn on what to say now, between pushing her away or breaking down. He'd pushed everyone away for so long that he was almost falling apart right then and there but damn his Pride got in the way.

"Well, I'm sure you know about the fights I've had to break up this past week or so." He said, starting with something they both knew was happening. 

Lazuli felt a pang of guilt from her chest as he recalled that. She had been in some of those. 

"I uh, yeah. I'm sorry your brothers and I are hot and cold sometimes. I try to avoid him whenever possible." She sighed heavily. 

"You do tend to let your emotions dictate your actions." He replied. 

He wasn't wrong, she knew most of her squabbles were a mixture of her pride and her emotions, she supposed it was somewhat a force of habit.

"Regardless, I didn't mean to add to your stress." She said, "Not right of me to treat your hospitality like it's a right and not a privilege. I do appreciate you welcoming me back for a second round." She chuckled towards the latter part of her sentence. 

"Back to the topic at hand. My younger brothers squabbles aren't anything new but nonetheless they do stress me out.." He paused. 

"Student Council reports are late, I finished them tonight but I still hate that I let them pass through the cracks." Lucifer said finally letting go. 

"What made them fall by the wayside?" She asked, looking at him. 

"Other paperwork, I really can't speak to the details of them." He said looking back at her. 

"Well I'm sure Diavolo understands your struggles. He seems like a kind man for a demon king." She nodded slowly.

"He is, but as his right hand man, I see the issues he has right in front of me." He said before quickly adding. "...It isn't my place to discuss those issues either, Lazuli." He said firmly just as she opened her mouth. 

"Understood." She said, rubbing the back of her head. 

Lucifer's mind swapped back to the scars along his back and that's when he started to fracture slightly. 

"Then like I don't have enough to deal with these damn scars on my back have to ache and remind myself of all I've lost, like I already don't get a reminder every single day!" He said as the words tumbled from his mouth, he looked surprised to have even said the words aloud. 

Lazuli took a second to read the situation. Lucifer didn't move, nor did she. Just the breathing in the room broke the heavy silence as his words held in the air.

Lazuli knew this probably wasn't a smart idea but her heart felt like it was pushing her to do what her brain had thought about doing. 

She slowly wrapped her arms around Lucifer, her heart racing as she accepted her fate. Whichever it was. Lucifer held still, his body and mind wanted two different things and it stun locked him.

His body wanted to crumble into itself and let go completely, return the hug and release the tension in his chest but his brain wanted to shove her away, protecting himself.

Surprised that Lucifer hadn't reacted in either direction she pulled back, embarrassment etched in her face.

"Sorry…Should've asked." She said, looking away from him.

Lucifer blinked, she was brave enough to try and console him without considering her own safety. 

"There you go again letting your emotions get the best of you." Lucifer said softly. 

"May I hug you?" She asked, like they hadn't been intimate together during her first year.

Lucifer nodded and she hugged him tightly. Her touch made the tension in his chest move into his throat, a familiar knot growing within it as he resisted the urge to sob.

Lazuli heard him choke up, it's a sound she knew all too well. Her eyes looked up as he hugged her back, burying his head into her neck and shoulder.

"Shh, it's okay Lucifer. It's alright." She said, trying to comfort the man, who was fighting tears, a losing battle but a battle nonetheless. "It's okay to be vulnerable from time to time. I promise you that I won't judge if you need to cry." She said recalling what her dad had spoken to her when she was growing up.

"Emotions aren't weakness, in fact I think it's stronger of someone to feel them." She said rubbing his back gently as quiet sobs left Lucifer. 

"There, that's it. Let it out. It's just you and I here right now. You're safe." She continued to console him, it was strange for sure. A human comforting a demon like this. Lucifer let out audible sobs and gasps as he finally let himself fall apart. Lazuli's left hand stroking his hair and her right still rubbing his back.

It seemed like ages (but probably no more than 10 minutes) that Lucifer held the smaller woman close to him and sobbed into her shoulder. Lazuli sat there, glad to be there for as long as he needed her. Her voice hushed as she continued to prompt Lucifer to let out his frustrations and tears as she kept stroking his hair caringly. 

His sobs eventually quieted and then stopped all together. Before he'd pull away from her shoulder and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and rubbed his tears and mucus from Lazuli's shoulder before wiping himself clear.

"Do you feel better Lucifer?" She asked, her eyes locking to his as they again let silence take over. 

"...Yes, I do feel a lot better." He finally said as he moved her off his lap and got up, helping her up as well. 

"Thank you." He said, pulling her in for a hug. 

"Anytime…Come on. We should get to bed." She said with a chuckle before watching Lucifer go upstairs to his room before flopping into her own.

[misc-obeyme]

I have today and tomorrow off and it's really so weird because I'm not used to them being in a row 😭 but then I'm scheduled six days straight after that soo

i keep getting tiktoks about Book of Life and I wanna rewatch that so bad because it's one of my favorite movies. I don't know if it'd fit but I love putting my favorite characters into other media i enjoy (crossovers technically?) so i keep imagining mc and Mammon as Manolo and Maria. And then probably Solomon as Joaquin, just because he's my other favorite.

but Manolo literally sings "heaven knows your name, I've been praying" while trying to serenade Maria and it gets me every time. I have the perfect mental image to redraw that scene with Mammon and Mc but I can't put it on paper so AAAA

anyway i wanted to ask if you had any movie recs or anything because I don't know what to do with myself other than read all day tomorrow. OH AND ALSO IF YOU WERE GONNA WATCH THE ECLIPSE, A COWORKER GAVE ME GLASSES WHICH I WAS HAPPY ABOUT

- ✨ anon

I hope you enjoy your days off! I think it's always nice to have multiple days in a row... due to be an office gremlin, I always get the two regular weekend days off. I kinda have to use Saturday as a reset day because I'm so exhausted from the week lol. So it's nice to have that extra day for other things! (Usually chores in my case.)

Anyway, I had to look up The Book of Life because I have never heard of it before now. It sounds good! I definitely think you should rewatch it. And yeah, I think that's kinda how it goes with art? You've got the vision in your mind but the hands cannot replicate it. It can be like that with writing, too. It's just trying to convey to someone else the picture you see in your mind and it never comes out the same.

But it's definitely fun to do crossover ideas, like putting characters in other stories. I had a feverish few days obsessing over which Obey Me characters would be who in a King Arthur AU. It's just really interesting to consider how their personalities would change the story, you know? (Not me also kinda thinking about a LOTR AU kadsfkl.)

I'm afraid I may not be the best person to ask for movie recs? I don't watch a lot of movies. Generally I have the attention span problem lol. I do watch them occasionally, like I finally watched Knives Out & Glass Onion which I totally loved. But I suppose it also depends on what sorta genre you're into... I suppose those are like murder mystery style but they're also just very funny. Dang I'm trying to think of other movies I've watched recently but yeah there's not a lot... the most recent thing I've watched is Dungeon Meshi/Delicious in Dungeon on Netflix which is so so good. I know it's like the tumblr rage right now, but I'm really loving it.

Though due to my inability to watch current movies, I have a lot of older classics that I like. Monty Python and the Holy Grail comes to mind immediately. I also love the old school Clue movie it's so good. And I'm a huge fan of Studio Ghibli movies, so any of those, but I know a lot of peeps have already seen them. Other older animated movies from my childhood like The Road to El Dorado and The Emperor's New Groove and Anastasia. Oh and of course I'm a huge fan of all the Lord of the Rings movies but I know that can be kind of a commitment. I also liked Pan's Labyrinth, The Birdcage, Coco (if you wanna CRY), The Boondock Saints (uh very bloody this one though), and I always kinda had a thing for martial arts movies like I love Legend of the Drunken Master lol but also Hero and of course the classic Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon (there's a sequel on Netflix that was also very good). Oh and I did see Everything Everywhere All At Once which I really enjoyed!

Er so I guess that's more than I thought lol. But there are a lot of times when people will be like you haven't seen X movie!?! And I just hafta be like... I don't watch movies a lot, sorry??

As for the eclipse, I am not going to be watching it because I don't have protective eye wear and my eyesight is already terrible. I didn't realize it was happening until like today oops. I did see part of the last one... I think that happened a handful of years ago? I can't quite remember when it was, but I did experience it!

Anyway, I don't know how helpful any of this was, but I hope you enjoy your time off either way!

[thepocket221]

Can you write a fanfic for Naven (Epithet Erased) with a sick s/o?

heck yeah!!

i could have easily gotten sick🤒 mixed up with sick😎 but LUCKILY THAT DID NOT HAPPEN /lhj

Naven with a Sick!Reader

fic is under the cut!! (also reader is gender neutral!!)

also maybe slight spoilers?? nothing too bad, just more so for the future of epithet rather than anything in prison of plastic (i think)//

love him

he’s silly (i’ve seen anime campaign and know of the horrors to come)

kinda goes concerned mom mode

gotta make sure the loved one is okay!!

i love his stupid voice omg🫶🫶

ow. Ow. OW. Right as you had gotten up, your arms gave out as your already pounding head hit the pillow as you fell back. Normally pillows were soft, but this one hurt. As a matter of an already-stated fact, everything hurt.

——

——

Meanwhile, humming up a sweet little ditty was said malewife. He was on one of the bottom floors of the oh so very tall building, making you a nice breakfast: some french toast with a fruit bowl on the side! The fruit was mainly apples. This building doesn’t have many other fruits. Don’t question it.

You normally would have met him in the kitchen by now… of course, you did seem a tad bit off the previous night, so maybe you just needed to sleep in a little.

Well, a little while—another hour— passed and you still hadn’t come down yet. The breakfast Naven had prepared went soggy after his many attempts at preserving it, so he took that as his other sign to go up and check on you.

——

A couple of floors later and he is in front of the room you two share. Okay, you share it with one other person, Yoomtah, but A) she has a considerably more spacious area of the room so it’s basically hers at that point, and B) this isn’t about her /lhj.

“(Name)?” He soft voice almost sounded like a whisper as he calls out from behind the curtain separating the two rooms.

You can’t respond. You want to but you can’t. Your throat feels like it’s closing in on itself.

Naven brushes aside the curtain and enters, finding you in your half-dead(not really) state.

“Oh my!” He rushes to your side, yet also keeping his distance, “Darling, what’s wrong?” did he forget the lack of response you gave or is this just a force of habit for him?

You painfully began to turn towards you lover but upon seeing your winces and disgruntled face, he gently places a hand behind your aching head to help.

Oh, what to do, what to do?

He ponders for a moment, taking in the situation you are in, “Hmm, I don’t think it would be a great idea to make you take and hard pills just yet.. Perhaps I’ll focus more on making sure you get something to eat” he stated, his eyes are closed yet filled with concern, “Some soup should help clear up your throat a bit!” Naven smiled. Before he stood up to leave, he placed your and down gently and patted it… which he immediately regretted upon hearing your groan. Any and every movement gave you a terrible shot of pain.

“Ah! Sorry, dear..!” The worry came back in and instant and he took that as his notion to leave and prepare your meal.

——

Ever since you had started dating Naven, he always had a sort of an antsy yet endearing aura about him. As if he’s hiding a terrible secret but still trying to appear as normal as possible.. or at least as normal as a guy who has his eyes closed 24/7 yet still wears glasses can look. He was kind of a weirdo, but he was yours🫶

——

A considerable amount of time had passed and Naven returned. He carried a little tray with a bowl and a glass of water placed on it. He sat down next to you again after placing the tray on the bedside table, “Dear, could you sit up?” Naven’s soothing voice seemingly lifted you as if the words and his tone themself could accomplish physical tasks rather than just being sound vibrations. It didn’t hurt. No, you finally felt some relief when you moved. How does he do that? How does he make the pain go away?

He grabbed the glass of water and your hands met as he handed it to you. You smiled, he had such a warm and comforting presence. God, you loved your boyfriend.

The cold liquid woke you up a little bit as it made its way down your soar throat. It felt nice to get something down it, but the pain soon came back. You placed the water down on the table and rubbed your throat; eyes shut from the pain as you winced a little bit.

A forlorn expression planted onto Naven’s face as he pressed a hand against your cheek and slowly rubbed his thumb in a soothing motion, “Oh dear, I’m so sorry. I know it must hurt, so I won’t take up any more of your time. You definitely need all the rest you can get.” Sadly, he moved his hand away to grab the tray with the soup, set it in your lap, picked up the spoon, daintily stirred it a bit to make sure the various spices and seasonings hadn’t settled to the bottom, and began to lead a spoonful to your mouth. The tiny amount of soup being brought to you smelled as if the spices in it were fighting each other to the death.. but in like, a loving way. They all work together to make the food taste good but still have some sort of rivalry about them. The only way you could tell was from the steam that filled your nose and you can almost feel as if you can breath through it again. As the warm substance hits your tongue, there is a hint of spice that seemingly won the fight of the seasonings. Naven took notice of your slight expression change, “Ah, the little kick it to help clear your nose as well.” He smiled. You could feel your throat’s pains from before begin to lessen the more you took in. This was some damn good soup. Maybe you should get sick more often… that would mean more of this glorious broth filling your senses in the most whimsical of ways.

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Upon finishing the meal, Naven moved the tray aside back onto the bedside table, helped you lay back down, and planted a soft little kiss on your forehead, “Get some rest, love.” He whispered as he turned off the lamp and began to leave.

Just before he had placed the curtain between the two rooms again, your weak self finally found the strength to speak, “Thank you..”

He turned his head in your direction, “Of course.” a loving sigh and heartfelt chuckle came out as he said that whilst pulling the curtain to where not so much light could seep through. Your tired eyes began to become harder to keep open, so instead of fighting a losing battle, you were lulled back to sleep.

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GAAAAH I LOVE HIM BUT ALAS I KNOW WHATS GONNA HAPPEN TO HIM😭<//33

okay that’s it, thank you and stay safe🫡🖤‼️

[delusional-mishaps]

YEEEAAAHHH OMG ALL YOUR HEADCANNONS ARE REALLY GOOD! 🤩And I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT MOFO IS SMART ENOUGH TO POSSIBLE BE A LITERAL DOCTOR EITHER. Everyone at the hospital thinks he’s just here waiting for someone or to flirt with the nurse when reality he goes nerd mode and is really good at his job also. And writing stuff about Epic has to be the worst and best at the same time??? He is so funny but also cringe. AND ABSOLUTELY NO ONE CAN CONVINCE ME THAT HE WOULD NOT GIVE THE DUMBEST NICKNAMES EVER-

With his s/o he would also probably compare there relationship to a fictional couple like ”we’re just like ___ and ____“🥰 depending on what show he is forcing you to watch (he def takes his partner to anime conventions also) AND he uses those cringe Japanese terms like yandere and tsundere and baka but mostly ironically, AUAUAGAH HE IS SO 😭😭💖💖💕🔥💥‼️‼️‼️

I could ramble about him all day but I think that’s enough simping, but it’s just he’s so auaghaugah. THE OLD COMICS YUGOGEER MADE ABOUT HIM ARE ALSO REALLY GOOD, FOUND ONE WHERE HE IS WEARING AN ANIME SCHOOL GIRL OUTFIT! Most of them are deleted and it makes me so angry like ggrrrrr. I had to scroll through the depths of an old tumblr account to find them all, I saw so much fontsecst… I saw the comics, but at what cost? 😔😔😔

OH AND BACK ON TOPIC, THE HEADACHE HEADCANNON FOR EPIC IS CHEFS KISS!!! Never even thought about how technically all his power is stored in that socket, and it must really hurt him. Mah poor boi 😖 AND SANSES WITH GLASSES ARE THE BEST! Error does have glasses canonically I can confirm. One sans that wears glasses could also be NIGHTMARE. I think this because he has all that goop in front of his one eye and also since he has been around for a loooong time, which could play a part in bad eye sight. And it’s also funny to see him all grandpa mode EHEHEHH!

I APPRECIATE THE EXTRA PICS OF THE CROCHET BOIS, TYSM! They are the DEFINITION of scrunkly 💕 AND CRAM AND JAM ARE AAAAHHH!!! Those names make me wanna go crazy. I want the LOOOORREEEE! I can be MatPat and you can be Scott Cawthon and this could be like fnaf if you get my super duper awesome metaphor! 😎😎😎

And are legiterally so cool fr fr. Kissing you platonically also 😙 MWAH! Love seeing your rants and headcannons omg, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon! 😈😈😈 sorry for very very long ask just realized I went kinda off the rails here lmao

anon don't apologize for the long ask im in love /p

BYT AUUUQGQGG DINT EVEN TALK ABOUT HIW EPIC USES THOSE ANIME TERMS.. youre mad at him for something and he calls you a tsundere AS IF THATLL MAKE ANYTHING BETTER.. BABE I WANNA BEAT YOU STOP TALKING LIKE THAT OMGG but we just like that anime couple he said we were like fr idk i zone out when he turns on anime

BAJSNKSNSK THE FONTCEST im so sorry.. the lengths youll go for epic 💔💔

nightmare deffo has glasses because he is literally a grandpa. he needs his spectacles to see. he can't tell his gang apart otherwise (we aren't talking about canon here ok i love murder time trio theyre soso silly and special to me :3 ) because they all look the same LMAOO

OMG FNAF REFERENCE ‼️‼️‼️‼️ OK OK OK CRAM AND JAM LORE!!! they had an old "owner" who was lowkey kinda neglectful.. bitties are sentient so OBVIOUSLY they can just take care of themself, right? pfft, yeah. so anyway one day they're taken out on the town with their owner and they're trying to come up with a PLAN on how to escape and find a better life (cram was, anyway) and jam just saw my sona (who has other bitties too btw.. i like to make a bitty anytime i get merch of a character like keychains/pins/plushies etc.. it's kinda cringe LMFAOO I LOVE BEING CRINGE‼️‼️) and he's just like "wow that person could take care of us" so they're STOW AWAYS!!! hence the names cram and jam because they crammed and jammed their way into my got damn pockets 😭

I AM GLAD YOU ARE HERE TO STAY !!!!!! answering asks is like enrichment time in my enclosure BAJSKDKCKF