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Rush

Chapter 4: One Night Only

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

cw: vaginal sex, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, cum eating, spitting, daddy kink, corruption kink, first time

Summary: After midterms, Armin goes home for the weekend. Leaving Eren the room all to himself.

Notes: Happy New Year everyone! HERE WE GO. Chapter title inspired by the song "One Night Only" by Sonder.

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The University of Paradis library is packed with students cramming for midterms, including you, Mikasa, and Armin. It’s Sunday; the three of you have been occupying a study room for the past two hours. There are textbooks and stacks of notes scattered on the table, as well as a collection of open snacks to share. You sip on the last of your water and quietly slip out of the room to refill at the library café.

Falling in line, you notice Alpha Tau brother and certified asshole, Reiner Braun, a few people ahead of you. It makes you wonder if he’s here with Eren, who has been noticeably absent from your study sessions with Mikasa and Armin. You haven’t asked about his whereabouts and you’re not even sure if he’s been invited to begin with.

Thankfully, you have a hood on your sweatshirt, so you wear it to conceal your identify as Reiner passes by with his freshly brewed coffee. You try to sneak a glance at the direction he walks in, hoping to see Eren, but no luck.

To say he’s crossed your mind would be an understatement. Besides studying for midterms, your entire focus has been on him, who you still haven’t seen since the night of Mike’s kickback two weeks ago.

His parting words to you that night replay constantly in your head like a dirty broken record.

Next time we see each other, I’m going to fuck you.

Gonna turn my sweet, little virgin into a slut.

You’ll be the nastiest slut on campus after I’m through with you.

When he left the room to join the party back downstairs, you shamelessly masturbated again, thinking about his mouth and fingers all over your pussy. By the time Mikasa came upstairs to walk back to the dorms together, you actually did fall asleep, exhausted from your multiple orgasms. Eren had already left with Armin, so you didn’t get a chance to see him one more time that night.

With midterms coming up, Sigma Nu Kappa and Alpha Tau have put a hold on social events the past two weeks. This is the last week of midterms for most students, so Mike has offered his place yet again for a kickback on Friday night to celebrate the end of exams.

Ah, handsome, sweet, and mature Mike Zacharias. He would treat you with the respect and kindness that everybody deserves, that everybody wants. But maybe you don’t want that. Not right now, at least. Deep down, what you really want is to be ruined by Eren Jaeger.

It might sound bad, but as long as nobody gets hurt, what’s the harm? He only wants to fuck you to satisfy whatever corruption kink he possesses. And you want to be fucked by him to fulfill this sexual fantasy that currently consumes you. You’re both using each other for the same perverse reasons. It’s a win-win situation. You’ll fuck each other silly one time and then move on with your lives. He’ll continue his little fuck boy journey and you’ll go back to your modest lifestyle. That’s the plan.

The barista refills your water bottle and you make your way back to the study room. As you turn the corner, you notice Eren standing inside, chatting with Mikasa and Armin. You pivot back around and fall in line again at the café, convincing yourself you have a sudden craving for coffee. After taking your sweet time ordering a drink and chatting with the barista, you deem it safe to walk back. Thankfully, he’s gone.

You sit down at your seat. Mikasa looks up from her textbook to ask, “What took you so long? I thought you were just getting water.”

“The line was long. I ended up getting a drink too.”

“Oh okay. Eren stopped by. He’s here with Reiner,” she explains, rolling her eyes.

“At least he came in to say hi,” Armin interjects. “I guess he walked by earlier and saw us.”

Shit. So, he must have seen you. You remain silent, listening to the two friends talk.

Mikasa crosses her arms over her chest as she speculates, “Don’t you think it’s weird how he only ever interacts with us whenever he’s not with Reiner?”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I don’t know. Like today. He said he saw us earlier when they walked by. Why didn’t he say hi then? Is he embarrassed of us? Are we not cool enough for him whenever he’s around his big bro?”

“Mikasa, you know he’s not like that.”

She shrugs. “Just my thoughts.” She turns her attention to you. “He says hi, by the way.”

Confused, you ask, “Who says hi?”

“Eren.”

Without thinking, you blurt out, “Huh?”

She smirks. “Yeah, he said he saw you with us when he walked by earlier. Asked where you were. Told me to tell you hello.”

“Oh. Weird,” you respond, genuinely bewildered by this news. He asked about you. Wondered where you were. Gave you his regards. And this whole time, you thought he was acting like you didn’t exist.

Armin laughs. “I guess he’s trying to be nicer after what he said to you at our first exchange.”

“Well, at least he’s being nice to someone,” Mikasa muses, putting her focus back on her textbook.

With nothing left to be said, you flip through your notes, pretending to study. Internally, your mind is racing with the revelation that Eren is, at the bare minimum, thinking about you. It gives you a fluttering feeling in your stomach. Makes you happy.

This can’t be good.

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She is the first person Eren notices in the study room as he and Reiner walk by. Not Mikasa, not Armin. Her. Buried in her notes, face scrunched up in concentration, totally unaware that he is a few feet away, spying on her.

He does his best to make sure his double-take is inconspicuous to his big bro as they pass along, going towards another study room farther away. They’ve been studying together for the past two weeks, sometimes joined by Bertolt or different girls Reiner invites, none of whom were sisters of Sigma Nu Kappa. While they were all polite and pretty, Eren just couldn’t find the will to flirt with them. Not when there’s already one girl constantly on his mind.

If he had known that she was a part of their study group, he would’ve accepted Armin’s invitation right off the bat, instead of rejecting it twice. Invites stopped coming after that.

The promise he made to her has been lingering in his head ever since he whispered it that night. Next time we see each other, I’m going to fuck you. Seeing her in the library today riles him up, gets him excited. It’s been a while since he saw that cute face, the one he’s been thinking about each time he’s touched himself these past two weeks. He almost feels likes taking her away from her studies to ravish her in the library bathroom.

He won’t, of course. Because he wants her first time to be special. And by that, he doesn’t mean romantic shit, like rose petals or candles scattered around the bedroom.

He’s wants to fuck her so good that any other guy who touches her won’t even come close to him. Whenever she gets fucked by someone else, she’ll be wishing it was Eren railing her instead. He wants to christen that virtuous, exquisite pussy with his fat cock until she’s filthy and nasty just like he is.

It’s sinful, reprehensible. Straight up wrong.

But she wants it too.

And how can he deny a sweet virgin like her?

Wanting to see her even for a little bit, he visits their study room, disappointed to see she isn’t there. He stalls a bit, chatting with Mikasa and Armin about whatever, expecting her to come back soon. Enough time passes and he figures it isn’t meant to be today. So, he’ll continue waiting patiently, at least until midterms are over. The next opportunity they’ll have to indulge in each other will probably be whenever Alpha Tau and Sigma Nu Kappa have another party. They can do it in the same spare bedroom they’ve done nasty deeds in twice already.

It comes as a pleasant surprise when Armin, a few days later, informs him that he’ll be leaving for the weekend to visit his grandfather. Meaning Eren has the room all to himself. This news comes in conjunction with the announcement of Mike’s kickback Friday night, to celebrate the end of midterms.

He sets his plan into motion.

Friday night, the campus is buzzing with students ready to party after a grueling two weeks of tests. Bertolt drops Armin off to the train station, heading back to Shiganshina for the weekend. Before he leaves, he jokes with Eren, “Don’t forget to use protection!” completely oblivious to the fact that the girl he plans to bring back tonight is Armin’s innocent study buddy.

Reiner invites Eren to another Eta Iota party. This time, he declines, making up some sort of convincing excuse to get him off his back. He’s not letting anything stop him from getting what he wants tonight. And what he wants is her.

He pre-games with Jean, Connie, and Marco in Levi’s room at the Alpha Tau house. Levi, who drinks a hot green tea while the rest of them pass around a fifth of Captain Morgan, tells the pledges, “Mike’s little kickback might not be so little anymore. Petra told me a lot of the SNK sisters invited their friends from other sororities.”

“Really? So, it’ll be a bunch of sorority girls and just the Alpha Tau’s?” Jean asks.

“Basically.”

“Sounds like our reputation is getting back up there, at least with the sororities.”

“Yeah, all thanks to Sigma Nu Kappa. They’ve been vouching for us to the other girls. Partnering with them was the best decision we’ve made since kicking out the disgusting shit bags from last semester,” Levi says.

“Yeah, they’re the best,” Jean praises. Connie and Marco nod their heads in agreement.

“Hey, Jaeger. Anyone you have your eye on in Sigma Nu Kappa?”

Eren keeps a straight face, replying, “Nope.” There’s no point in telling his pledge brothers, especially Jean, about his special situationship with a certain SNK sister. If anything, he hates gossip. He doesn’t want whatever they have to be known to the others.

“How about the Eta Iota’s? Some of them are gonna be there tonight. Bet you think they’re hot, right?”

He just shrugs, taking another swig of the rum.

“Let me be your wingman tonight, Jaeger. In exchange, help me get closer to Mikasa,” Jean offers, nudging him playfully.

“I don’t need a wingman. And I can’t help you there,” Eren responds.

“Why not?”

“I can’t fix your horse face.”

Jean yells out a “Fuck you,” all while flipping him off as the other guys laugh. They spend the next couple of minutes finishing the rum and chatting. Half an hour later, they’re at Mike’s, the party already in full swing. It’s the most crowded Eren has ever seen the place. Sure enough, like Levi mentioned earlier, there are many girls from different sororities socializing with the Alpha Tau brothers. He spots Mikasa in the kitchen, chatting with a girl he doesn’t recognize.

“Mikasa, hey.”

She nods her head up to acknowledge him. “You made it. Isn’t there an Eta Iota party you should be at instead?”

He smirks. “This might be the biggest party of the semester. I couldn’t miss this. And it looks like a lot of the Eta Iota’s are here anyways.”

She rolls her eyes as she changes the topic. “This is Louise, by the way. She’s a Delta Mu.” The blonde girl next to Mikasa waves her hand at him politely. “She was in the same recruitment group as us,” Mikasa explains, referring to her and her roommate.

As nonchalantly as he could, he asks, “Where is she, anyways? You two are always together.”

Louise says, “I saw her talking with Mike earlier. I think he wanted her to be his partner for beer pong.”

“Mike?” As soon as he says it, he knows his annoyance isn’t hidden well.

“Yes. Mike,” Mikasa repeats, raising an eyebrow at him. Shit. If anyone can see through his blank expression, it’s her.

Eren doesn’t say anything, still pretending to be uninterested when in fact, there’s a flurry of thoughts rushing into his head. He helps himself to a full cup of jungle juice, then maneuvers through the party towards the beer pong table. Sure enough, there she is besides Mike, playing that stupid game.

Why is she partners with fucking Mike Zacharias? And why is Eren so bothered by it? He hides behind a few other people as he stalks them, watching with increasing irritation as she laughs and smiles with this other guy.

Tonight is supposed to be their night. He’ll be damned if he lets another man take away what’s supposed to be his. So, he plots silently, waiting for the game to be over to make his move. Mike sinks the winning shot for them, which results in her giving him a bright smile as they high five each other. Eren can’t stand seeing this fucking prick get all this attention from her. He won’t admit it out loud, but he almost feels jealous.

Eventually, she excuses herself from the game. Mike stays to play with a Delta Mu girl, which instantly puts Eren back in a good mood. He sees her walk through the crowd, slowing down to turn her head in different directions, as if she’s looking for someone. There’s an odd feeling in his chest as he starts to approach her from behind. He’s not quite sure what he wants to say, but he’ll figure that out as soon as he reaches her.

“Hey,” he calls out, tapping on her shoulder to get her attention. She turns to face him, eyes widening with surprise. Then, her lips curve into a small smile. He feels that odd feeling in his chest spread down to his abdomen.

“Eren. Hey.” They’re surrounded by others, but for some reason, it feels like it’s just the two of them in this room right now.

His body acts before his mind thinks. Eren grabs her by the wrist and pushes his way through the crowd, leading her outside. They walk a couple paces away from the house before she stops him. “Where are we going?” Her voice trembles, either from the cold night air or anticipation.

“My room. Armin went home for the weekend,” he explains plainly, his grip still firm on her wrist as he turns to face her.

Understanding, she responds with shy, “Oh.”

He can’t help but chuckle at her fake innocence. Deep down, she wants it. Wants him. He knows it.

Eren pulls her in for a soft kiss. “You remember what I said to you the last time, right?” He presses his lips against her ear as she nods.

“Will you let me fulfill my promise to you? Is that what you want?” he whispers to her.

She nods again, swallowing hard before she answers, “Yes. I want it. I want you, Eren.”

Fuck. Hearing her say it sparks something in him, makes his skin tingle with excitement. He kisses her deeper this time, sliding his tongue against hers, unbothered by how sloppy and out in the open they are. She kisses him back eagerly, as desperate for his touch as he is for hers. He can’t waste another second.

They arrive to his dorm building, Eren taking two steps at a time to the third floor where he and Armin reside. Once inside the room, they kiss passionately against the door, shaking their shoes off their feet. Tongues sliding around each other hastily. He sheds off his jacket and slides his hands underneath her blouse, fondling her breast. Breath hitching, he asks, “Is this okay?”

She raises her arms up and nods, allowing him to pull off her shirt and toss it behind him. He slides his fingers to her back, feeling for the clasp of the bra. Trailing wet kisses along her neck, he strips her bare, eliciting soft moans from her mouth. With her tits exposed in front of him like this, he can’t help but stare, licking his lips. “Get on the bed,” he demands.

Doing as she’s told, she lies on her back, staring at him with a dazed look in her eyes. She has no idea how good she’s going to get it tonight. And it makes Eren so fucking horny knowing he’s the one that’s going to be giving it to her.

He hovers over her, massaging one of her breasts in his hand, lightly pinching her nipple in between his index finger and thumb until it hardens under his touch. Unable to resist any longer, he flicks his tongue against it before sucking gently. She lets out a drawn out moan as he pulls at her sensitive skin slowly with his lips, releasing her with a loud pop from his mouth. He repeats the action on her other breast, gazing up at her to meet her eyes as she watches him suck on her tits.

After another resounding pop, he chuckles. “You like having your nipples sucked like this.”

There’s a coy grin on her face. “I guess I do. It feels so good when you do it.”

He lets the praise go straight to his head as he sits up beside her, brushing stray hairs away from her forehead. “We have all night. I want to take my time with you. Try different things to see what you like.”

She looks up at him for a few seconds, comprehending what he says. Then, she reaches for his chest and grasps at his shirt, pulling him down for a kiss.

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You’re not sure why this gives you butterflies. In an otherwise unromantic situation, what he tells you is actually sweet. He wants you to feel good. He’s willing to try different things to see what you enjoy. You want to take advantage of this.

You break away from the kiss to tell him, “I really like it when you eat me out.”

He grins at you, fingers traveling down to the hem of your pants, toying with the plush skin at your waist. “Yeah? What else do you like, baby?”

Baby. God, hearing it makes you melt. No longer shy, you demand, “Finger me at the same time.”

His laugh almost sounds sinister as he shoves your remaining clothes off, leaving you completely naked in front of him. He positions himself in between your legs, spreading your thighs open, as he strips his t-shirt off. He leans his face towards your arousal, lips so close you feel his breath as he mutters, “Touch yourself.”

He stares, mesmerized at your fingers playing with your bud. “Spread yourself open for me. Want to taste you now.”

You do as your told, spreading your folds out with your index and middle finger to expose your sensitive clit. He smirks before flicking it up and down with his tongue, causing you to buck your hips up. “Oh fuck,” you moan. He circles the tip of his tongue around you, teasing you until it’s too much.

“Fuck Eren, please.”

“Please what?” he taunts, words muffled as he continues to tantalize you.

“Suck on it, daddy.”

He hums against you, the vibrations from his voice making you shudder as he surrounds his lips on your clit, kissing, sucking, and licking until you’re whimpering for him. Fingers damp with his saliva as he eats you out sloppily.

“You want my fingers now? Want me to finger fuck you, baby?” he asks, sitting up on his knees.

“Yes,” you breathe out.

“Ask for it nicely then,” he demands, brushing his fingers at your entrance.

“Yes, please,” you beg, feeling him enter you slowly with one, then two.

“Please, what?” Knuckles deep, he stays still, teasing you. Torturing you.

“Fuck, please daddy!” you cry out. He starts thrusting his fingers into you, curling at just the right spot as he surrounds your bud with his tongue. “See?” he muffles with his tongue sticking out. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You orgasm after a few minutes, cum flowing out of your pussy and onto him. He releases you from his mouth as he continues to pump into your slit, watching you go slack against the sheets.

“That’s a good girl. Coming all over my fingers like this.”

When he pulls out, you feel your pussy flutter, missing the sensation of being filled. He straddles you, the bulge apparent inside his joggers. Your eyes widen with shock and arousal as he drags his tongue around and in between his cum coated digits, savoring your slick like a delicacy. “You taste so fucking good,” he mumbles between slurps.

God, he is a menace. He makes you throw all logical thinking out the window. Before you even realize it, you blurt out, “Let me have taste too.”

“Oh fuck,” he grunts, moving in closer to you. “You’re such a nasty slut. So fucking nasty, oh my god,” he moans, as he slides his wet fingers into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around him, salivating all over his skin. Drool leaks down the side of your lips as you suck him. Tasting yourself on him turns you on. You enjoy seeing him lose himself at your taboo request.

He uses his free hand to reach down into his pants and release his hard cock. There’s precum dripping from the tip when he starts stroking himself rapidly. “I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

You pull his fingers out of your mouth to say, “Then don’t.” Swatting his hand away to wrap yours around him, you start jerking him off vigorously. “Fuck me, Eren.”

He mutters, “Fuck,” as he reaches over to the drawer next to his bed to retrieve a condom and a small bottle of lube. There’s a nervous feeling that starts pooling at the pit of your belly as he starts to unwrap the condom and roll it over his dick. He pours a generous amount of lube into his palm and covers his shaft with it. You’re really going through with it. You’re going to let Eren Jaeger take your virginity.

“Are you okay?” He studies your face as he positions himself on top of you.

“Yes. Just…a little nervous,” you answer honestly.

His soft smile catches you off guard. “It’s okay, baby. Just relax. I’ll make you feel really good.” He kisses you tenderly before hopping off the bed and removing his pants.

Deciding to relinquish all control to him, you do relax as he pulls your body towards the edge and holds your legs apart, pressing himself against you as he stands. This position feels intimate, maybe even a little intense. He looks down as he guides his cock along your folds, caressing your clit with the tip. You whimper as he stimulates your bud by tapping on it with his cockhead. With eyes closed, you indulge in his sensual touch.

“Need to make this virgin pussy extra wet for my cock,” he growls.

You watch him through hazy eyes as a long stream of spit drools out of his mouth, his warm saliva dribbling onto your clit and down your slit. It’s vulgar. Obscene. Most of all, it makes your pussy throb with arousal. He wants every part of himself inside you. Wants to make you dirty and filthy. Wants to defile you. A guttural moan escapes from your lips as he does it again.

“I knew you were a nasty fucking slut,” he spits out, rubbing his dick all over your soaked pussy. “You want my cock inside you? Want me to fuck this precious little cunt of yours?”

“Oh my god, yes. Fuck me, Eren. Fuck me.”

He slowly guides his cock into you. It feels nothing like his fingers. It’s bigger, girthier, fuller. It’s unbelievable how thick he feels inside you. There’s discomfort at first as your body adjusts to his size. You hear him suck in his breath as he pushes his entire length into you, pulling out slightly whenever he meets some resistance. Once he bottoms out, he stills. “Fuck…Are you good?”

You feel your walls clench around him, not used to being filled like this. It’s uncomfortable, but you don’t want him to pull out. “Yes.”

“I’m going to start moving now,” he warns you, his grip on your thighs tightening.

You wrap your legs around him, bracing yourself, as he starts driving into you slowly. It’s hard to feel anything except his fullness inside you. But after a couple of thrusts, you feel yourself ease up, his movements getting smoother and more pleasurable as he fucks you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans. “Feels so fucking good.”

He’s deep inside you now, pumping into you at a faster pace. You run your hands up to his body, marveling at his chiseled abs as he pounds into you. “Fuck, Eren,” you breathe out, finally feeling pleasure build up throughout your body.

“Love it when you say my name like that. So fucking hot,” he murmurs, fucking you harder and hitting your sweet spot. Your fingers travel down to your clit, where you start caressing it slowly.

He stares at you, a wild look in his eyes. “Such a slut, rubbing your clit while I fuck you. Nobody else knows what a fucking whore you are, huh? Only me. Only me.”

There’s no discomfort anymore. It’s pure ecstasy as he rails you, his harsh words adding to the pleasure. You squirm beneath him, your second orgasm approaching. “I’m gonna come. Don’t fucking stop,” you beg him.

He replaces your hand with his and starts moving his thumb against your clit frantically. “Come all over daddy’s cock. Be a good girl and come for me.”

You moan wantonly as you climax, feeling your pussy swell around him. Your thoughts are like static as waves of pleasure ripple from your core. Squeezing your legs tighter, you hold onto him. “Keep fucking me until you come,” you tell him. The need to please him the way he does you is undeniable. You want to feel him come undone inside you.

Smirking, he responds, “Then get on your stomach.”

Unwrapping your legs from him while he pulls out, you obey his command and flip over, sticking your ass out. You hear him chuckle behind you as he kneels onto the bed, pressing himself against you.

“Such a good girl for me,” he purrs, planting a kiss on one of your ass cheeks. “You know exactly what to do already.” He delivers a light smack with his hand at the same spot, resting his erect cock in between your plump bottom.

“Fuck,” is all you manage to groan out, desperate for him again. You wiggle your ass, hoping he rewards you with another spank, which he does.

“I think you’ll like this position even better than missionary,” he suggests, kneading the spot on your skin that he just slapped.

“Yeah? You’ll fuck me good? Make me come all over your big cock again?” You look back at him, mouth open, needy and thirsty to feel him inside you.

“Fuck,” he says with a huff, as he slides into you easily. From this angle, he fucks you even deeper, your pussy now fitted perfectly for his cock. You move yourself against him, skin slapping with each moment of contact, filling the room with lewd sounds of sex. It feels fucking incredible.

Gripping onto the sheets, you mewl, “Am I doing a good job, daddy? Am I being a good slut for you?”

Eren has a tight grip on your hips as he plunges into you. “Fuck, makes me want to come when you say things like that.”

“Then come. What are you waiting for?” you provoke him as you thrust your ass even harder against his pelvis.

“Want you to come one more time on my cock. Want to see you squirt all over my big dick.” He reaches around to rub his fingers against your puffy clit. It’s too sensitive now, causing you to approach your climax almost immediately. “I’m coming!” you cry out, gushing all over him.

“Fuck, m-me too,” he stutters, as he slams into you one more time before he orgasms. You feel his dick twitching inside you, spurting his seed into the condom. He pulls out when he’s done, collapsing beside you on the bed.

You feel sticky and dirty as you lie next to him, completely exhausted. He turns to face you, his eyes soft. You’ve never seen him like this. He looks peaceful. The two of you stay like this for a minute or two.

“There’s a single bathroom down the hall. You should definitely pee as soon as possible,” he says, eyes now half closed.

“Pee?”

“Yeah, to prevent any UTIs. Trust me.” He reaches over to the dresser by his bed and pulls out a new package of baby wipes. “Here, you can use these to clean yourself up.”

Surprised by his preparedness, you mutter, “Oh. Thanks.”

Doing what he recommends, you get dressed and walk down the hall to pee, using this alone time to contemplate your current situation.

You just had mind-blowing sex with Eren Jaeger. You are no longer a virgin. And this sexy little game the two of your have been playing with each other ends tonight. The both of you have gotten what you want out of this. Eren has properly ruined you and you lived out your fantasy of losing your virginity to the campus bad boy. It’s a dirty little secret that the two of you share; one that will be forgotten about as time goes by. That’s the way it’s going to be.

Would you like to see him again? Of course. The attraction you feel towards him is unquestionable. But that’s all it is, right? Physical attraction. You’re not even sure if you like him as a person. You barely know him. And he hasn’t shown any interest in getting to know you. This fucked up relationship the two of you formed with each other started with sex and is going to end with sex. Nothing more. To think that the two of you can fall in love with each other is wishful thinking on your end. A pipe dream, really. It’s never going to happen. You’ve already convinced yourself of that.

Walking back into his room, you find him already asleep, snoring lightly under the covers. You debate with yourself if you should head back to your dorm right now to save yourself the trouble of lying to Mikasa about your whereabouts tomorrow morning. But knowing this might the last you’ll ever be with him makes you stay.

You undress and turn the lights off, crawling under the blanket next to him in your underwear. As soon as your head hits the pillow, sleep envelops you within minutes.

~~~

Eren is already awake when she decides to leave that morning. He listens with eyes shut as she slips out from the sheets carefully, the pads of her feet hitting the hardwood floor with a light thud. There are quiet noises of clothing being picked up and fabric sliding across her skin. Once it sounds like all her clothes have been put back on, there’s silence. Maybe she’s looking around for her phone. Maybe she’s looking at him.

After a couple of seconds pass, he hears her footsteps and the sound of the handle being turned gently. Then, the door shuts and she’s gone.

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Little Cherry Book:

Chapter 5: Matching Memories

Chapter 1 Here / Chapter 2 Here / Chapter 3 Here / Chapter 4

Hey guys! Again sorry for the wait! Both my computer and my work schedule have been ass and every time I thought I was going to have free time, I absolutely did not. I was really looking forward to writing this chapter after all the appreciation I got from the last chapter and I am so excited to enduldge you with this 7,356 word chapter. I am also working on a fluffier oneshot that should come out in the next couple days which I am so excited to write! I hope you guys really like this chapter! Love you guys and thank you for 120 Followers!

Pairing: Spencer Reid X reader

Chapter Plot: After the previous nights' escapades, you and Spencer decide to talk about boundaries as your team questions your budding relationship

Series TW: 18+, smut, degradation, piercing, choking, knife play, mommy/daddy kinks, spanking, exhibitionism, Will update as time goes on

Chapter TW: smut, mommy kink, having body piercings, choking, slapping, Oral Sex (male and female receiving), Handjob, fingering, pleading, spanking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, aftercare, language, non-intentional self-harm (hard to explain), PDA, degradation, smut smut smut.

Word Count: 7,356

Spencer loved to match everything but his socks. You found that out the morning after your late-night escapades. You weren't sure if your alarm hadn't gone off or if you two had just slept through it but you two were running late and the plane was leaving in 40 minutes with a 30-minute drive to the airport. The actual thing that had woken you up was Morgan banging on the door, notifying you that he had dropped off Spencers go-bag.

"Ow! Son of a bitch!" he shouted as he bumped his elbow on the table, hurriedly trying to get his socks on. You peeked around the door frame of the bathroom, checking on him to make sure he was ok as you shoved your toiletries into your bag. You watched, curiously as he stopped what he was doing and purposefully banged his other elbow on the same table. You made a mental note to ask him about it later, but right now, you had to go.

Along the way, you had noticed small habits that Spencer had to keep himself "matching." Once you saw it once, you couldn't help noticing it. How he brushed his teeth the same number of times on each side of his mouth. How he had to eat at least two peanuts at a time so that he could match the chewing on either side of his mouth. These were all harmless, but you worried when he bumped his right temple on the window of the cab as it went over a pothole, and you watched as he proceeded to turn his head and bump the other side. Most of the morning had been held in comfortable silence as you reveled in the afterglow of the previous night. So when you silently reached up to his head and brought it down to your shoulder, Spencer didn't mind. You made sure to gently rub his temple to apply even pressure to make sure his sides matched, a caring gesture that did not go unnoticed.

Luckily you two had made it to the jet on time, only catching a couple of questioning glances from Morgan and Elle as you rushed on, red-faced. You hurriedly sat next to each other as the plane took off, Spencer shoving both of your go-bags in the upper compartment as you held his book. He had brought Graziella, and had already read it 4 times; you, unfortunately, had brought nothing as it was your first trial case. He sat down, and you handed him his book, his fingers tentatively brushed yours in a silent question. Neither of you had fully discussed your relationship this morning in the rush and you could tell he was nervous to talk to you about it. As he pulled away, you captured his wrist before he could go too far, gently drawing a small heart into the inside of his wrist with your finger as you looked up into his eyes. He smiled slightly, understanding that you would talk about it when you had reached home.

This small gesture hadn't gone unnoticed as Morgan watched you from the other side of the jet. He stocked his way up to you with a shark grin on his lips as he smelled blood in the water. "So, You two woke up late huh? How come you never made it back to our room last night, pretty boy?" He mused, enjoying the light pink tinge resting on Spencer's cheeks. "You were the one who took both of our room keys and wouldn't let me in! And- and she was nice enough to let me sleep in her room even though it was a one-person room." He retorted, knowing Morgan's implications. "Woah, chill, Reid. I was just asking some questions." Morgan replied, feigning innocence. "Yeah, I took Reid's virginity last night. How could you tell?" You stated matter of factly, earning a shocked squeak from Reid, and spluttered out laughter from Morgan. "That's what you want to hear right? C'mon Spencer, he’s just giving us a hard time because he wasn't invited to our movie marathon last night." You lied, shooting a joking wink to Spencer, hoping he would get the drift and go along with the story. "Hey, we didn't- yEAh he wouldn't get the nuance of 'Une Femme est Une Femme' and the directorial skills of Jean-Luc Godard." He said, catching on when you pinched the soft spot under his ribs. Morgan just rolled his eyes, frustrated at not getting what he wanted before sulking back to his seat.

You smiled up at Spencer before saying, "Good boy," just loud enough for only the two of you to hear. It was the first time you had alluded to your escapades that yestereve and you both felt a breath of fresh air as the slight tension was lifted off of your backs. Spencer was flustered in multiple ways; he loved the way you praised him, and he now believed you felt regrets about your exchange.

He felt electricity crackling in every gentle secret touch of yours that he had the luxury of experiencing that day; all he could think about was how you had touched him and how your skin felt on his. You had him wrapped all-around your finger, and he couldn't be happier. All he wanted to do was service you and please you, even in non-sexual ways, which he was happy to indulge in as he watched you staring out the window. Your fingers were discreetly tracing small drawings on his knee cap as you watched the clouds pass by. The motion caused him a great distraction from his book, and all he could do was watch your finger. Even though you weren't paying any attention to the motion of your fingers, Spencer could still envision the lines you created carving into his skin. Sometimes a little face, sometimes an abstract geometric rhombus, and his favorite, a heart with puffy humps and a pointy end. Every time you drew it, he became hyper-aware of the gentle flush coloring your cheeks as you looked out the window, sending him a secret message.

He quietly cleared his throat, as to not disturb the others; most of which had chosen to indulge in a little extra sleep to make up for their early morning. It had broken you from your entranced gaze out the window and you looked over at him smiling. "D-Did you bring anything to do on the plane?" Spencer asked as you continued your drawings on his leg. "Surprisingly, that was the one thing I forgot. I was so worried about making sure I was well briefed on the case that I forgot all about the flight." You said, smiling sleepily. He couldn't help but think about how beautiful you were at that moment. The gentle sunrise behind you in the window illuminated the apples of your cheeks and the highlights in your hair, which was still messy from sleeping so soon after your shower. Your eyes were puffy except for the sockets, which were slightly sunken in from lack of sleep, and you were fresh-faced, small blemishes now in the open, but all Spencer could think was that you reminded him of the fresh air of spring in the morning after a storm. He shook himself from his trance as you began to turn back towards the window. "You know, if you would like, I can read to you." He said shyly. "I know you read faster in your head, don't feel like you have to read to me because I was silly and forgot to bring a book." You said, smiling at his gesture. "N-No, I want to read to you. My mom always used to read out loud to me when I was little when she would wake up early." He said, adding waveringly, "And... and I would like to read to you, not because you didn't bring anything, but because I think you would like this book." You smiled up at him, lifting the fingers you had been swirling on his leg to your lips before gently kissing them, pressing them to his cheekbone, and returning them to their reserved spot on his leg. He took that as a green light to read aloud.

You watched as he closed the page he had been reading to flip to the beginning. You knew he remembered what page he was on but his choice to start you from the beginning melted your heart. He really wanted you to appreciate this story so you were going to give 110% of your attention to the words flowing out of his mouth.

"Ok, this book is Graziella by Alphonse de Lamartine. I arrived at Naples on the first of April. A few days later, I was joined by a young man of about my own age, to whom I had attached myself at college with the friendship of a brother." He began as you listened intently, enjoying the gentle atmosphere created by the soft hum of the jet and snores of your colleagues. Spencer continued reading aloud to you on autopilot as he focused on the drawings of your fingers, now all turned to hearts.

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The problem with taking a morning jet home was that you would have to go straight to the office to finish your paperwork before finally being able to rest in your own bed. You all trudged out of the car and into the office in varying states of awakeness, dreading the hours of work to come.

"Welcome back, you guys!" Garcia said, miscalculating the tone in the room, earning her a couple nods and grunts in response.

"Hey, I'm going to my friend's apartment tonight, and she lives by you. Since you take the train home and I'm going that way, do you want a ride?" You said to Spencer, trying to seem as inconspicuous as possible. For a Genius and a Profiler, he sure was bad at picking up clues and hints. You weren't really going to see your friend, you just wanted some alone time with him to straighten things out, but he obviously didn't understand. "I mean if it's on the way, that would be nice. Thank you Y/L- Agent Y/L/N." He said, nearly forgetting to call you Agent in front of the others. You smiled and headed back to your seat begrudgingly, seeing the mountains of paperwork.

It was kind of sweet how oblivious he was. You were trying to be discreet at work, and you could tell he was trying too. Keyword: trying, as he was failing miserably. You could tell he was trying to be sneaky, but there was nothing sneaky about him following you to the coffee machine every time you needed a refill. He told you it was because he wanted to match and you couldn't help but indulge him. He wanted to match coffee, unfortunately finding out that you did not, in fact, like as much sugar in your coffee as him. You settled for a little bit too sweet and him not enough for the sake of matching. He came to your desk, trying to trick you by asking to borrow a pen, even though you could see his usual green pen in his shirtfront pocket. He was just so cute and just so obvious so you caved, but it was only because you wanted to see the beam on his face knowing there was yet another way you two could match. His boldest move yet was to match sweaters. If you had yours on, he had his on; when you took yours off, he would follow suit. Even though it was very cute, he was being far too bold so after a while, you decided to just keep it on.

Finally, after hours of handwriting reports and witness statements, your cramped hand said a thank you as you signed off your last sheet. You stretched languidly, looking over to Spencer's desk. He had been done for a while but was pretending to be busy so he could wait for you without subliminally pressuring you to hurry. You pulled your go bag and satchel together, getting ready to leave as you watched Spencer hold his bag, waiting for you to make the first move. You clicked your tongue at him as if you were calling a cat, "Let's get going, I don't want to be late to see my friend!" You called over to him as he shot up, padding quickly to catch up to you. "Goodnight guys! Sleep well!" You called to Morgan, Elle, and Garcia, the only ones left in the bullpen. "Ok, now something definitely has to be going on," Elle said as they watched you two leave, Spencer tripping over himself as he got in the elevator behind you.

You two shoved your bags in the back seat and got in the car. As you turned the car, your music started blaring out of the speakers. "Woah! Sorry! I like to drive with the windows down so my music is usually pretty loud." You said as you slammed on the pause button. Spencer was startled but he didn’t mind as he'd just learned new things about you. 1. You like loud music 2. You like the windows down when you drive. 3. You have great taste in music. "That's ok. Just make sure you turn down the volume sometimes, 17% of adults aged 20–69 years have suffered permanent damage to their hearing from noise-induced hearing loss. And that was... certainly loud enough to cause some noise-induced loss. Make sure to take care of yourself." He said and that was the straw that broke the camel's back. His naive sweetness and caring nature had been gnawing at you all day. All you had wanted to do while you were trying to focus on work was kiss him.

You leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Even though you came in slow, you surprised him. Here you were in the Quantico parking lot, boldly kissing him when any of your coworkers could have seen. "Why-why did you do that?" he asked as you pulled away. "I can't?" you asked, pouting slightly, teasing him. "N-No, You can you can, we're just so out in the open, and we haven't talked about anything, so I didn't know how you felt, and you were ignoring me all day." He rushed out as you let out a little laugh at him. "Let's drive, cutie." You said, turning your music back on, this time to a lower volume, as you pulled out of the parking lot and down the street. "First of all sweetness, I wasn't ignoring you all day, I didn't want Morgan to tease you again. You were busy with paperwork and I knew you didn't need him being an asshole to you to make it worse. Second, did you see all the paperwork they had left? There was no way any of them would have been out in the parking lot yet." You said as you smoothly merged onto the highway towards your house.

You were wondering when he was going to notice that he was going in the opposite direction of his house but he was too wrapped up in his thoughts. You glanced over at him before returning your eyes to the road. You cursed yourself for not having an eidetic memory because you would have kept a snapshot of him like that in your mind forever. His hair, once slicked back, now slightly disheveled from running his hands through it as he did his paperwork and the wind from your open windows. The cool summer wind that rosied his cheeks and the tip of his nose as he gazed out the streetlights overhead. Blue, red, green, purple yellow, white; the blinking lights of the city married the sunset hues that danced across his face. Illuminating his beautifully arched nose and his prominent cheekbones, it felt as if the sun was setting just for him and the city was awakening his beauty.

You smiled to yourself as you switched the cd in the cd player for one of your classics. "Hey! You listen to these guys?! You know I was going to see them last year but then we had this case out of town and I had to miss it. That was when they were still playing at that bar by the Speedway that burnt down." Spencer said excitedly. "Really!? You like them too? I haven't seen them yet but I've been listening to them since college. I never had that much money to be spending on tickets for shows beyond small house shows. I can't believe you like them, I always thought you were more of a Debussy or Chopin person." You replied, excited to have something to share. "Yeah I mean I like pretty much every genre but I've been really into their old stuff lately and, surprisingly, also french 70s music." He said matter-of-factly.

Contrarily, he was fibbing. He knew exactly why he had been listening to it. The previous night he had dreamed of the two of you off the shore, in the south of France in spring, reading books across from each other, legs tangled together, on a chez lounge. Jacqueline Taieb played on the radio as you pulled him up to dance. He removed the thoughts from his mind as he realized his predicament. He didn't know if he was allowed to think about you like that. You had been so sweet and caring towards him last night, and you kissed him so sweetly, but he was still unsure of where you stood. He was still lost in thought as you pulled up to your apartment and parked.

"Hey, this isn't my apartment. Is this your friend's place?" He asked, surprised. "No, Sweetheart. I didn't want Morgan to bother us as we were leaving so I made up some excuse. And this is my apartment. If you want to talk about what happened last night, you can come in. Well, I guess you can come in if you don't want to either, but that's beside the point. If you don't want to talk about it or if you just want me to take you home, I can do that right now. It's up to you baby." You said, gently taking his hand in yours. "I-I want to talk about it." He said shyly. "Alright then, my partner in crime. I will welcome you into my abode. We can order some dinner and talk about it. I'm thinking curry, what about you?" you said.

You could sense his nervousness and tried to lighten the mood even though deep down you were pissing yourself. You had never really done this either. You had a couple of one-night stands and short-term relationships, but nothing that lasted that long, and something in you wanted this time to be different. The young doctor was so endearing, and he was the first person who seemed to be interested in making you happy in the relationship, unlike most of your past suitors. You were terrified that you would push him too far or something would change, and that's why it was so important you had a talk and had trust and communication. You held his hand all the way up the stairs and to your apartment, not letting go when you went to open your door. You told yourself it was to make him feel better but you knew it was because you needed to do something with your hands to get them to stop shaking.

"Sorry, it's not the cleanest space ever. I wasn't expecting guests" you said as you began to tidy up random things around the room, mostly mason jars full of water or a stray empty mug. Spencer took note of his surroundings, drinking everything in. He couldn’t remember what he assumed your apartment would look like because as soon as he entered, he couldn't imagine you living anywhere else. It was all the parts of you that he knew and all of the parts he had yet to learn. He knew that you loved reading, so the bookshelves made sense. He knew that you loved music, so the cd player with piles of CDs next to it made sense. He knew you loved movies, so the VHS player and tv with a built-in DVD player and even more stacks of media made sense. But his favorite part was the giant easel positioned by the window with a large canvas on it. "Wow, Y/N! You paint?" he asked as you continued to clean up. "Oh, don't mind that! Sorry I didn't have time to put it away before we left! I'll get it out of your way!" You said, already carrying a basket full of god knows what in your arms. "No, No! Please leave it out. It's beautiful." He said, looking at your brush strokes. "Suit yourself. Let me know if it gets in your way," you said, finishing your cleaning by fluffing the pillows on your couch.

You finished bustling around your apartment and sat down on your couch across from the TV. He slowly made his way over to you, sitting at the opposite end from you, still unsure of your boundaries. You could spot his nerves from a mile away, so you swung your legs up onto the couch and poked him in his side with your feet. "Why are you sitting so far away, Sweety," you said as he looked over at you. You looked just as you did in his dream, soft and comfy in slouchy clothes. He hadn't noticed that you had changed into some comfy pajama pants and a loose pajama top, and now he couldn't stop thinking about the fact that you changed at some point when he was in the room. He knew it was silly. He had already seen you naked, but it all felt like a dream." I'll call and order, and you think about what you want to eat and what you want from me for a bit, ok? I know this great place a couple blocks from here." You said as you pulled out your landline, and dialed the number that you had scrawled on a notepad on your coffee table.

Then, Spencer saw the notepads, notebooks, sticky notes, and other odds and ends that you had all over the house. One on the fridge, one by the easel, one on the tv stand, two on the coffee table. They were all decorated differently for each task, of which he could see two, one titled 'Yummy restaurants' and the other titled 'movies to watch.' He tried to stop his distracting thoughts of how comfortably he fit in your space and how every item embodied you perfectly, all in different ways. When he was finally able to focus, he felt you start absentmindedly kneading your feet on his thigh that was closest to you. He could barely look over at you, finding you unbelievably erotic. He sucked in a breath as your pajama shirt was only buttoned up so much, enticingly drawing his eyes to the swell of your breast that he could see above the collar of your shirt.

You hooked your foot up under his thighs and brought his legs up onto the couch as you continued to order. You tangled your legs together, lifting your right foot to his chest, gently tapping out a rhythm absentmindedly as you talked. You broke through Spencer's entrancement, asking "What do you want to eat?" "Um... Whatever you're getting." He responded, as he still hadn't even begun to look at the menu. "Yeah! Then for the second order, can I get the same thing but make it mild." You said, poking your tongue out at him teasingly before finishing your order.

You two walked to pick up your food, talking about nothing in particular. You didn't want to talk about the elephant in the room until you got back, so you filled the space with meaningless conversation that instantly stopped as you entered the house. It was silent as you got forks ready, spying Spencer sitting rigidly straight on the couch, waiting for you.

"You know, you were so bold in the office today that I didn't expect you to be this shy when we got here. We don't have to talk about anything if you don't want to, sweet-" "I do, I really do." He said, cutting you off. "Ok! That's great. Well, I'm going to start off by saying that any relationship like this, whatever you want that to be, depends on strong trust and communication. That goes beyond the bedroom. Being on the team I trust you with my life. I know I'm new so I understand if you don't trust me yet but I just wanted to set that baseline with you. I'm going to be 1000% truthful with you and I'm going to start by saying this. I don't regret anything that we did last night. I loved what we did last night and I really like doing this with you. I want to explore with you if you would be so gracious as to let me. I find you very interesting, and I would like to be friends or more depending on what you want as we continue our rendezvous." You said as you grasped his hands, willing him to look into your eyes. He let out a sigh of relief. "I really liked what we did yesterday too. I was kind of worried that you regretted it or something. I'm really really new to everything, but I feel comfortable exploring if it's you. You made me feel really safe last night and I appreciate that a lot. I find you really beautiful and sexy and intriguing and I would like to be friends and maybe more with you now. I don't know if I'm allowed to say this... but I want to." He said, gaining some confidence. "You are allowed to say whatever you want, baby. That's why we have open communication. Everything is to make sure you are feeling as good and safe as possible," you said, rubbing his hand. " You should feel safe and good too. I know you are more experienced than me, but you deserve to be safe too." He said gently before continuing. "I was wondering if... if I could request that this be monogamous. I get really upset thinking about you with someone else." He said, and you could feel the shaking in his hands as he anticipated your reply. "Of course, sweetheart. I was hoping you would ask. Maybe I'm a little selfish, but I don't like to share my things. They're mine for a reason." You said before planting a gentle kiss on his cheek, earning a smile from him. "But I think, for now, I would like to be friends and see how it goes from there while we... explore," Spencer said. You nod and smile in agreement.

"Alright, so Spencer, tell me what you're interested in, sexually. What do you think about when you jerk off? What did you think about when you read my book?" You asked nonchalantly, as you picked up your curry and rice, taking a bite as if you'd just asked him about the weather. "w-well, I think about a lot of things." He sputtered out. "Just give me a little list I can work off." You said in between bites. "Um, I like seeing you naked. I like it when we match because it feels like we have a deep connection. I like h-how you touched me yesterday. I want you to touch me more." He said shyly, hiding his face behind his cup of water. "And the other two questions?" You prodded, watching as the bulge grew in his pants. "Um, what do I think of when I jerk off? Oh my god, I can't believe I'm saying this," He blushed before continuing. "I think about how it would feel to have your mouth wrapped around my cock. I think about you calling me a naughty boy. I think about you praising me. I think about your book and how there's so much more that I have to read. I think about you not wearing panties at work. And I think even more about pulling you into the storage closet, lifting up your skirt, and fucking you while everyone is working. I think about your piercings, and I think about your piercing chapter."

"What did you think of that chapter by the way? You ran off to the bathroom pretty quick. What were you thinking of doing to me, naughty boy?" you said, setting your food down on the table, leaning towards him, hands planted on his thighs. "Tell the truth, I can sniff out a liar from a mile away," You said, squeezing into his thighs. He bucked up towards you, searching for friction in any way he could." f-fuck. I read the chapter when I was touching myself. I thought about how you had pointed at my boner, and I thought about how I wanted you to make fun of me, and smack me, and punish me for being naughty." he said hurriedly, hoping his answer would satiate you. "Nuh-uh! Come on, tell me the whole truth," you said and smacked his thigh. He yelped as your hand came down, leaving him with a dull sting. "Ok! But it's embarrassing so don't laugh... I thought about you cockwarming me while I pierced your tongue, and how you would drool, and how you would squeeze around me. I thought about how I wanted to mark you and make you mine." He said, covering his eyes, hiding from his shame and how it made his cock stir in his pants. "You naughty, naughty boy, Spencer Reid. I thought you were innocent but here you are with your hand on your cock, at work, thinking about my pussy and my tongue and my spit, and it made you cum. What a rascal!" you said, watching for a reaction in his pants.

You pried his arm from his eyes, so he was forced to look at your smirk. His face and neck were a deep pink, and his lips were as pillowy and soft as a rose petal from biting his them. You couldn't help yourself as you pounced on him. You knew this was supposed to be just a talk about boundaries, but there was an undeniable electricity in the air that had been lingering from the moment you had woken up. He looked so fucked out, even though you hadn’t touched him yet and part of you wanted to absolutely ruin him that night. "Remember your colors, baby. What are you feeling?" You said, now perched in his lap. "Green, green. P-Please touch me." As he said it, you ground down on him. While you were in your comfortable clothes, he was still in his tight corduroys and button-down, sweater long gone somewhere else in the apartment. "Have you ever heard of something called edging?" You asked, and he nodded excitedly. "What about overstimulation?" You said, and he nodded quickly again. "What do you think about them?" He nodded, and you smacked him, not as hard as you would usually go, but enough to leave a sting. "Use your words, naughty boy." You said, capturing his jaw and tilting his face up to meet yours. "Yes, please. I'm so green. I have been wanting you to do this, please." He shot out through squished cheeks, looking at you with the most hungry eyes you have ever seen. His warm hazel eyes, now shiny and black with desire.

You got up off of him, and he whined, missing the warmth of your body on his. You grabbed him by the back of his neck like he was a naughty kitten, and pulled him down the hall and into your bedroom. Before he could take in your room, you pushed him back on the bed. "Strip." You commanded, and your scent overwhelmed him. Your daily aroma that intoxicated him was ten times weaker than the pure pheromones that blanketed your room. Spencer mused that your room must have been built to have sex in. Your bedside tables were adorned with candles, incense, your daily jewelry, and a pair of your panties. You had a red canopy on your four-poster bed that draped your room in a soft red glow.

Your figure was obscured by the canopy as you moved some items around your room. Spencer was lost in your scent, the idea of finally being in your room, and possibly a little lost staring at the panties on your table, making him move too slow for your liking. You parted the fabric and crawled up the bed to him. "Spencer Walter Reid, if you don't strip now, you're going to get a spanking. You have been such a naughty boy today. I thought you were going to be a good boy for mommy but I guess you want to get punished." You said as you slinked back off the bed. "I'm going to count down from 10 and if you aren't naked by the time I reach 0, you are getting spanked. Understood?" You said, and he squeaked out and "Understood!" "10... " Who knew it took so long to unbutton a dress shirt? "9... " Now, his hands were stuck in his sleeves. "8..." Shirt off. "7..." Is his belt broken, or is he shaking too much? "6..." Belt undone but not off. "5..." Pants, ok. "4..." Fuck, his shoes are stuck on. "3... 2... 1... 0. STOP NOW"

You parted the curtain, smirking down at him. "I think I said naked, not underwear on." You said, looking down at him. "You didn't give me enough time!" He whined but you were already flipping him onto your lap with his ass perched in the air. "Color?" You asked, earning his eager response of "Green, so green." You pulled his underwear off and hung it on the corner of your side table, right next to your own panties. The sight was oddly domestic, making him even harder as he tried to rut into your leg. Your hand came down hard on his ass and he bucked into you moaning in shock. "You naughty boy, pathetically rubbing on me. Does my thigh feel good baby?" you asked, and he nodded. Your hand came down hard on his other cheek "How many times do I have to tell you? Use. Your. Words." Punctuating your last three words with three more smacks to his ass, gently rubbing the red skin as he cried out. "Yes, mommy! Your thigh feels so good! Thank you so much!" he said as he ground himself down on you pitifully. "Why is mommy punishing you, sweetheart?" you said, sweetening your tone. " Because I didn't get dressed?" He asked. "Hm, if you were really sorry, you would know what you were sorry for. What are you being punished for? One more chance." You said, smoothing over the plains of his ass. "For being a naughty boy who doesn't listen and rubs his cock on mommy too much." He said. "So close, baby!" You said as you brought down one last smack to his ass as his cock leaked precum all over your legs. "You were getting punished because you don't listen and because you were being really naughty at work, sweetheart. But you took punishment so well, so you deserve a treat." You said as you flipped him over, making sure he was laying in a comfortable place on the bed.

"C-can we match?" He said, pulling on your sweater. You smiled down at him sweetly as you stripped, taking your time to let him gaze over the planes of your body. When you returned, you sat high up on his stomach, making sure he couldn't get any friction against you as you kissed him softly. He was still a little clunky when it came to kissing but when you took it slow, it helped him warm up to your motions until you two were completely in sync.

"Alright, so I'm going to do some new things. Let me know at any time if you aren't comfortable or you want me to stop." You said, and you turned so you were sitting on his chest, looking down at his cock, as he got a wonderful view of your ass and the dimples in your back as your muscles flexed. You collected some spit in your mouth and let it drip down slowly onto the head of his already overly excited cock. He hissed as your finger swirled in the spit that pooled at the base of his cock as you wet your hand before grasping his length. Even though he had felt this exact same thing yesterday, he could never get over the sensation of your hand squeezing around him, circling his cock, and playing with the tip with your thumb. You spit into your other hand and wrapped both hands around his length, working them up and down his shaft, gently twisting and squeezing. The best part was that he couldn’t see anything you were doing. It was like he was blindfolded, stomach muscles tensing in anticipation of your touch.

"Fuck baby I'm close." And that was when you stopped. right as he was about to cum, you squeezed down hard at the base of his cock. "You don't cum until I do." You said, scooting your core back so that it was a couple tantalizing inches away from his face. "Really? You'll let me eat you out? For real?" He asked, mind blown at the idea of eating you out. "I was hoping you would." You replied, waiting for him to make a decision. He hooked your arms around your thighs and pulled you into him so hard, you were worried he broke his nose at first. 'I need a man who eats pussy like it's the only way to quench his thirst' rung out in his head. That's what you had written in your journal titled "Male needs" and he wanted to be a Male that you needed, so that's what he did. He flattened his tongue as he licked a long stripe up your folds, and back down to your clit, latching on hungrily, alternating between sucking hard and twirling his tongue on it. "H-Holy shit Spencer." You moaned, and you knew you wouldn't last long. Even though you wouldn’t admit it, you were soaking wet just from teasing and punishing him. That, coupled with how sweet his tongue was on your core, and you were done for. You certainly had never had a man eat you out like this, much less a virgin. "Shit baby, you're so good? How did you get so good?" You asked incredulously, as he reached his hand back around and inserted a finger between your folds, giving his mouth a short break. "I read the literature and from what I saw, the g spot should be about here." He said before curling his fingers inside of you, brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing you to moan deeply. His smirking mouth found its way back to your clit as he added another finger, working your g spot with feverish strokes.

"Fuck, baby! I'm cumming!" You shouted and right as you were reaching your peak, he stopped everything. "What the fuck are you doing!?" You yelped at him, your mounting peak now decrescendoing before ever hitting the climax. "I thought we were matching. You're edging me, I'm edging you." He said innocently, but you could hear his smirk tinging his words. "You just want to be punished huh?" You said and squeezed down on his base as you kissed the tip of his cock. "Naughty boys don't get proper head. When you make me cum, then I'll actually suck your cock. Got it?" You asked as he bucked his hips"Yes." He replied fervently.

This was his first-ever experience getting head, so of course, you were going to give him a good time. He would just have to wait. You held down at the base of his aching cock as you lazily sucked and licked the head. Not even close to the usual effort you would put in, but it was enough to make his legs shake and finger you faster. His mouth was too busy panting and whining to eat you out but you were fine with that because the way he was curling his fingers was creating a knot in your stomach and you could feel your impending release. "Fuck baby I'm cumming. Let me cum this time." You said and he reattached his mouth to your clit, sucking hard as he used all of his willpower to keep himself from cumming. And just like that, you're cumming all down his face and fingers as you shake but he keeps going, this time with more enthusiasm, riding you through your orgasm and overstimulating you. You eagerly take him into your mouth all the way, sucking hard, lathering his length with your spit, and in two seconds he is cumming hard down your throat. "Mommy I'm cumming" He said a little too late as you had already swallowed around him.

You were both so caught in the afterglow that you just kept going. Aftershock spurts of cum kept shooting down your throat but you kept sucking. You wanted him needy and wrecked under you. "Oh my god! ah! AH!" He said, shaking as you keep sucking him down. He keeps finger fucking you as if he is possessed. You are both riding your highs and are so overstimulated that in no more than a minute you are both cumming all over again as sobs wrack your bodies.

You flop down next to Spencer and kiss his cheek tentatively, knowing most men don't kiss after head. Spencer leans up, kissing you passionately, tangling his tongue in yours, tasting your release on each other's tongues. "Flip over baby," You said as he rolled over. You pulled out your lotion from your bedside table, gently warming up a small amount in your hands before spreading it on his butt. "I don't know about you, but I'm way too tired to take a shower tonight. I'm just going to put our leftovers in the fridge and brush my teeth. I have some spare toothbrushes if you would like to borrow one, and some pajamas." You said to a very sleepy Spencer. He didn’t even say anything, he just grumbled and got up, leaning on you.

He helped you clean up, both still naked, enjoying the domesticity of just walking around completely vulnerable together. You needed to brush his teeth for him as he sat on the toilet lid and you couldn’t help but think he looked like a little baby, barely clinging to the little energy it had before a nap. You got him up and back in bed, looking down at his naked form, now noticing the gentle matching bruises on either side of his body. “I know you like to match but take care of yourself. Don’t bang yourself up so much. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” You said as you picked his clothes off of the floor. You reached down for your pajamas but before you could get them back on or pull him into his, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down on top of him."I’ll try to stop. Only for you, and only because you asked so nicely. Right now, I’m too sleepy, let's sleep naked. Night night." He mumbled into the crook of your neck. Warmth enveloped your body at his words, “only for you.” Somehow that was all it took to finally give in to sleep's welcoming grasp, reveling in the warmth shared between your skin.

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the-witty-pen-name · 4 years ago

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Deadbeat Pt. 4

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

18+ ONLY

Warnings: age gap (reader is 21), fluff, angst, smut, cursing, abandonment, toxic parent, violence, toxic siblings, infatuation, cheating/divorce, angst, mild housewife kink, mentions of prostitution, mentions of alcohol, corrupt official

Lee Bodecker x Reader

Arvin Russell x Reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Summary: You work at the bar at the edge of town, the Sheriff is going through a divorce and needs to rent a room.

A/N: I’m terrible at writing summaries and I’m so sorry about that! I don’t think I would consider this a dark!fic, but it does cover a lot of themes, and topics that are darker than I usually write about- but I think that comes with the territory of writing about Lee Bodecker. I’ll make sure to update the warnings for each chapter and do not read if you are underage. I also ignored canon for this one.

This is unedited, and I missed anything I should include as a warning let me know! This chapter covers a little bit about her relationship with Arvin and some other things as well. I hope you all enjoy!

I also am having some writer’s block with my Obi-Wan Kenobi miniseries I was working on, so expect Part 3 sometime Sunday hopefully! So sorry for the delay on the final chapter.

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You had lost your virginity in the back of Arvin Russell’s pick-up truck. Your mom and you had gotten into a fight again- you don’t even remember what about. You remember she pushed past you to go outside, while you grabbed the phone dialing Arvin’s number. You didn’t even need to say anything. He just knew. He groggily mumbled out that he’d be there soon. And like the sweetheart he was, he was there in the middle of the night to come pick you up.

Your mom didn’t even look at you as you came out of the house, your coat secured over your pajamas. She just stared out at the dark night and would light herself a cigarette, taking a long drag. He pulled up to your house in his truck and you’d hop in the passenger door. You sat flush with his side, while you cried silently. He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other wrapped tightly around you, occasionally taking his eyes off the road to kiss your temple affectionately.

There was a spot out by the lake. A small clearing you could get to by driving on an unmarked road through some woods. He would bring you there when you had to get out of your house. Sometimes, he’d just hold you or he brought a large quilt with him and you’d both crawl into the pick-up and lay together watching the stars as he held you close.

Despite everything that happened, that boy has always been good to you. He was the kind of boy who you could wake up in the middle of the night and he’d show up in his pajamas to come get you no questions asked. You both looked a little silly. Him wearing his work coat and boots with his pajama bottoms and sleep shirt, and you wearing your coat over a nightgown you paired with whatever shoes you had by the door.

He’d park the truck and pull you into his arms, holding you close and whispering to you that everything was going to be okay. He’d stroke your hair and press small kisses to your cheeks, not caring that they were salty with tears. You never doubted how much that boy loved you.

He untangled himself from you for a moment so he could grab the blanket off the top of the backrest. He got out of the truck and you followed his lead, he always held out his hand to escort you down. You stood with your arms crossed over your chest and looked at the ground while he spread out the blanket in the pick-up.

You’d both climb in and kick off your shoes, and he’d pull you into his chest, so you could rest your head on him instead of the floor of the truck’s bed- which was still hard despite the blanket. You’d rest your hand on his torso, aimlessly drawing shapes over his t-shirt while he looked at you like you were the only girl in the world.

Sometimes, he would try to think and come up with stories to make you laugh. Sometimes, you’d both just talk about your future, wanting to get out of this town. He’d make promises of taking you away from all your troubles and at the time, you truly believed he was your future. Other times, much like this time, you’d cuddle up together and enjoy the quietness, just enjoying the contact of being so close. He’d never press you to talk about your problems, but he was always there to just listen or if you wanted help he’d be there for that too.

In-between the whispers of promises and comforting words, you’d both share kisses until before you knew it, you were on top of him, straddling his waist and his hands gently gripped your waist. His touches were always respectful, and he’d always wait for an okay before touching you anywhere. At the time, it was what you wanted.

“I love you so much,” he’d whisper when you broke the kiss to catch your breath. He pressed his forehead to yours and made circles on your sides with his hands. You’d giggle at how his words made you feel, butterflies in your stomach and goosebumps rising on your skin. He’d smile at the sound of your laugh, knowing he was making you feel better.

“I love you too,” you whisper. He leans up and connects his lips to yours again. They’re so soft and his body is warm. He sits up so his back is up against the back windshield and you’re sitting in his lap. One arm holds you close to him, his thumb delicately rubbing the exposed skin of your thigh, your nightgown gathering at your waist in this new position and the other hand holds your face as he kisses you deeply. His touch makes a soft moan escape your lips and it encourages him to grip your skin a little bit tighter.

“You’re so beautiful,” he sighs, running a hand through your hair, before ducking down to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. The action makes your hips instinctively grind against him and you feel his hot breath on your neck as he groans at the feeling. His arms hold your back and guide you so you’re laying back down on the blanket again, this time his body above yours. He holds himself up with one hand and moves his jacket over with the other for a pillow for you to use. He leans down and presses his lips to yours again. Your hands find themselves under his shirt, sliding up his torso, and you smile against his lips when he shivers at your touch.

“Please touch me,” you beg softly in his ear and almost immediately his body freezes above you for a moment. You bite your lip and nod, noticing his hesitation. “I want this,” you confirm, leaning up and kissing him again.

His hands push up the fabric of the nightgown and then slowly pull your panties off. He was moving like if he went too fast, you’d break. Your hands go to the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it off of him, and then you kiss him again with much more urgency, guiding his hand to in-between your legs. You moan at the feeling of his hand finding your clit and rubbing it in a gentle circular motion. Everything was just so slow and purposeful, and all very loving. He kissed your neck, biting and leaving small lovebites on your skin as he picks up his pace, sliding two fingers into you.

His fingers curl and move perfectly, he knows your body so well and he’s already memorized what makes you react to his touch. He kisses you again, sliding his tongue into your mouth, suppressing the moans that fall from your lips at his touch. He can have you falling apart just with his hands.

“Arvin, I need you,” you plead, feeling yourself getting very close. “Please.”

He pulls his hands away to pull off your nightgown, and he stares when your nipples harden in the night air. You were the more beautiful sight he’s ever seen. He also pulls off his own pajamas and his boxer shorts, tossing them somewhere behind him. His lips attach to yours again, one hand running down your side and the other cupping your breast, massaging gently. “Are you sure, baby?” he asks in a whisper against your ear. You can feel his length teasing your folds and it was driving you crazy.

“I’m sure,” you moan softly, running a hand through his hair. He’s very careful, sliding into you for the first time. It was his first time too, and he was worried about hurting you. You wince at the feeling and he pampers you with kisses until you’re ready for him to move.

“You’re perfect,” he mumbles against your skin, and your legs wrap themselves around him. The pain you felt shortly after turned into an immense feeling of pleasure and you moved your hips, silently begging him to move. He chuckles softly, and begins to move his hips. He’s so focused on looking at you, looking at your reactions, making sure you’re okay.

“You feel so good,” you praise, your nails gently marking his back. You did really, honest to God, love Arvin Russell.

“(Y/N) I love you so much,” his gaze looking down at you like you’re the only other creature in the world. Both of you were so dumbstruck by love, and the harsh realities of the world hadn’t torn you from him yet.

Even after you finish, he wraps you up in his arms, making the moment all about you. He was so attentive and caring. You worry that you took him for granted when you think back. No place made you feel safer than his embrace. He was the most selfless person you’d ever met and he would do anything you wanted. He made you the center of his life, and you were so thankful to have had him, even if the world got in the way.

But you didn’t know if Arvin was the boy you had thought you wanted. When you got a call to come pick-up Tommy, you never imagined that Arvin had it in him to inflict so much on someone. The boy who never once scared you, secretly held the ability to beat someone so severely. You were livid with your brother. You were absolutely furious- but this wasn’t something that surprised you about him. Arvin surprised you. He had this anger bottled down deep inside him, and you were scared of it. You were angry and confused.

You were mad he didn’t talk to you. He just went off and did it. It was shocking. He almost killed him. The beating was graphic, Tommy still not even telling you everything. You couldn’t bear to hear it. You could rationalize Arvin’s actions if it wasn’t your brother. It was someone so close to you, and it made you look at him differently. You were also so upset that he kept it from you. You wished he told you about Lenora, and about Tommy and his friends hurting her. But he didn’t. He kept it from you, and he handled the situation in the worst way possible.

For a while, all you would see when you looked at him was the cruelty he inflicted on your brother, even if you agreed the creep deserved it. But that was family, and you had a more delusional view of your family back then. You held a loyalty to them that they didn’t return to you, clearly. Not a day went by when you wished it could’ve turned out differently.

When he showed up at your doorstep, begging for forgiveness, his eyes full of regret, you couldn’t picture anything else than how he must have looked when he attacked Tommy. You can only see how horrible Tommy looked when you had to pick him up off of the ground and carry him to your mother’s car. You knew Tommy deserved it, but he was your brother. You can’t blame Arvin for his actions, and you see that now. But when he was sitting on your front porch steps for hours every day hoping you’d come out and talk to him, all you saw in your mind was the version of him that was sadistic enough to inflict that much pain on somebody.

You wonder if this is why you find yourself drawn to the Sheriff. You knew he had skeletons in his closet, but he was much more up front about his own demons than Arvin. With the Sheriff, his own personal devils were worn on his sleeve, even though he thinks the badge hides it well. With Lee Bodecker, what you see is what you get. Even if he had the secrets the town claimed he had, he was no good. His issues weren’t as nicely tucked away as Arvin’s. With the Sheriff, like yourself, your issues were right there on the surface. You could look at Lee and see the pains of his life. He was not nearly as good at hiding his wrongdoings as he thinks. With Arvin, he was good at pushing it back and hiding it away- and you saw now what happens when he choses to let go.

Arvin would linger in your mind occasionally- thinking about all that could have been with him. But your image of him is tainted, and you don’t know if you could love him again like you had when you were blissfully unaware of this side of him.

You aren’t even sure if this is the reason, you’re finding yourself so drawn to Lee. You had a hard time seeing where these lines were being drawn. Your train of thought hasn’t been rational, you don’t think you ever have been in your life. There’s just something about him that has pulled you in that you couldn’t explain. It was getting harder and harder for you to deny the feelings, as confusing as they were.

“Hi, sugar,” the blonde woman says when you open your front door. She’s wearing the nicest clothes, with white sunglasses, and an animal print coat. If she wasn’t in this town, you thought she’d be a Hollywood star or something. “Ain’t you a doll?” she chuckles, looking you over. “My big brother around?” she asks, looking over your shoulder to obviously peer into your house. The action makes you close the door slightly.

“Who are you looking for?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. You look behind her, a man standing on the steps with a camera around his neck accompanied her. The pair of them were a sight, and the two made your skin crawl.

“Lee!” she exclaims, “Lee Bodecker. Don’t he live here? I’m his sister, Sandy. This here is my husband, Carl.”

“One second,” you say quietly, closing the door and locking it, leaving them on the porch. You had an uneasy feeling about the pair of them, that you couldn’t explain.

You run up to his room and knock on the door. “Lee,” you call, obvious distress in your voice.

“What is it?” he asks, door flying open immediately, concern evident on his face.

“Some woman is here asking for you,” you inform him. “Said she’s your sister. Her and her husband are outside on the porch?”

He lets out a sigh, obviously annoyed that the pair would show up. He tells you he’ll take care of it and follows you back downstairs. He heads over to open the door and the two of them step into your house without waiting for the invitation to come in. You see that Lee’s jaw clenches at their actions. He’s upset they’re here. He’s upset they know about you. He doesn’t know what they want yet, and he doesn’t want to find out with you sitting in the room.

“Can you let the adults have some time to talk sweetheart?” Carl says looking over at you, asking you to get lost in your own house. It’s infuriating. Your fist clenches and you see Lee out of the corner of your eye react the same. Sandy shoots you a sympathetic look and Lee silently apologizes, and nods, his way of asking the same. You hold back from fighting with the stranger when you see Lee’s plea. You nod and head upstairs.

“She’s as pretty as a picture,” you overhear Sandy say as you head upstairs. “She your new sweetheart Lee?’

“What do you want Sandy?” you hear Lee ask with a heavy sigh. Out of respect for Lee, and just assuming it was personal family issues, you head to your room- missing the rest of the conversation. You think about how much you can’t wait for those two to get out of your house. You knew it was wrong of you to judge, but Christ that pair just made your skin crawl for a reason you couldn’t explain.

Sandy and Carl had no problem showing up at Lee’s doorstop asking for money. Of course, that reporter Henry Curtis showed up at their door asking for information about Lee, and Sandy didn’t tell him anything. However, she saw this as an opportunity to get something for herself. She thought by not letting the reporter in and sharing information about her brother she deserved a reward. Sandy knew was in the pocket of a lot of people and she thought by threatening to talk to the press she could get something out of Lee. So now, here they are asking for hush money.

“The only reason you’re not behind bars right now is because I chose to look the other way while you’re whoring yourself out,” he points out to her. “I’m letting you walk free and then you have the audacity to ask me for money? What? Because you wouldn’t talk to a reporter? Fuck, Sandy. I thought you were smarter than this.”

“You let me walk free ‘cause it’ll smear your image, Lee,” she points out. “You ain’t doing that out of the kindness of your heart ‘cause you love your baby sister. You won’t win reelection with a sister locked away for prostitution.”

“It’s a risk I’m willing to take,” he spits angrily. “Don’t test me.”

“If you don’t think I’ll blab all your dirty secrets when shows up again, you’re stupid Lee,” she counters. “I think what I’m asking for is more than fair. Lock me up, I don’t care. I’ll make bail and you’ll never hold public office again.”

He feels pinned. All he can think about is getting these two of his sight and out of your house. In the moment, he cares more about that than the money. Fuck it, he thinks. Having this fight with her while you’re upstairs is not worth it. He gets up from the chair, and heads over to his jacket. He pulls a couple hundred dollars of the envelope in his inside pocket from his most recent visit from Brown. “This is for keeping your mouth shut, and for never coming back to this house- call me at the station instead if you need to see me,” he says, handing his sister the small stack of twenties. She nods, kissing his cheek, before they both leave the house as quickly as they entered.

He’s livid. Adrenaline is pumping and he can’t even think straight. He walks over to the window and looks through the curtain, watching the pair drive away. Sandy is driving while Carl looks to be adjusting the radio. He could punch the wall; he can’t even describe the feeling that overcomes him. He’s just overwhelmed, his mind is hazy. He feels like he has no control of his life and he just wants to drive off and never come back to this fucking town. He’s so mad at his sister for showing up here, and even more mad that she brought that fucking husband of hers. He’s pissed thinking about how Carl spoke to you and he’s angry at himself for not coming to your defense. This is who he is. He’s everyone’s lacky. Just letting everyone use him for their own selfish gain. He was complacent when faced with adversary, he always had been. He hates how he’s let himself fall this far down. He’s nothing more than a pushover.

You assume the pair left when you hear Lee close the door to his room, loudly. It surprises you and makes you jump. You decide to head over to his room and see if everything is okay. You get up from your bed and put your book on your nightstand, heading over to his room. You’re concerned and you know there probably nothing you can do to help. But he was so helpful and attentive when that reporter had you so upset. You needed to offer to return the favor at least. You only knock once before his door flies open, and he’s looking down at you. Anything you were planning on saying is lost and the look he’s giving you makes your mind go completely blank.

You don’t know who made the first move. It was like you both went in for the kiss frantically at the exact same time. The kiss was hungry and feverish. Both of your just pulling each other as close as physically possible. His hands run up your back and tangle in your hair, tugging gently, making you moan. Your arms wrap tightly around his neck and he uses his foot to kick the door closed.

“Fuck, doll,” he groans when he pulls back for air. Both of you are panting, and neither one of you know what you say. You both just look at each other wide eyed, your eyes scanning his wondering where the hell that came from. You don’t give yourself much time to think about it, pulling him in for another kiss by the tie of his uniform.

Part Five

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tsumuniri · 4 years ago

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━━━ Atsumu Miya is a free-loader. Living inside his twin brother's home as if it was his, he would bring home girls and annoy Osamu most of the time. Y/N L/N is quite the opposite apparently because she's a virgin loser. Being the popular anonymous BL mangaka known as Yamazaki, she stays in the homey abode of her parents and watches boys from afar for references (not for admiration sadly).

Now what will happen if fate decided to tie these two idiots together and made them live across each other in one apartment?

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ONE ━━ THE TWIN BROTHER’S DECISION

"SO THAT'S THE TEA?"

You nodded dejectedly and raised the Tuna Mayo Onigiri in the direction of your mouth. You bit into the delicious rice snack, humming in delight as the saucy and sweet flavors of tuna cheered you up just for a slight bit. "They said that a girl my age shouldn't be living with her parents and should finally get a guy instead of drawing an imaginary one. You know that they're old school, Mai." You said, mouth full of rice bits and tuna.

The female ran her fingers through her short bright red hair. "Well, you are 25 now, and you haven't got a boyfriend since middle school," She propped her elbow on top of the round wooden table, resting her chin on her palm. "But they should've told you beforehand, right? How are you supposed to look for a residence in a short span of time?" She asked and watched you devour the onigiri meal with such ease. Her black-colored eyes held an uncertain expression as Mai was concerned for her colleague and friend.

After hearing the unfortunate news directly from your loving parents, your mind had to process the sudden information for two solid minutes. The first person you thought of to call is your closest friend, Mai, your roommate back at art school and a mangaka in the shounen industry. Although the two genres have completely different backgrounds, you two are stuck together like peas in a pod through the grace and glory of fawning over 2d men.

Ain't that great?

"They said I could stay back for two weeks until I could find a place to move in. I still have nine days to move out. And as for the residence part..."

You rummaged through the leather bag slung over your shoulder and took out a creased brochure of a newly built apartment based in the heart of east Osaka with its breathtaking cherry blossom conifers and pious shrines. The leaflet's minimalistic design delineated the idiosyncratic architectural structure of the tall building on the front page. Anybody could tell that this jointly owned establishment may settle for tenants with stable incomes.

For someone who changed the BL archives with her plot-driven works, Y/N could provide the fees to rent a homey room on the clabber-plastered apartment complex.

Mai shifted on her seat and studied the brochure on the table with interest— crossing her legs and leaning her torso forward to get a full view of the given pamphlet. "The building does seem promising. You could even check out your works in the Manga Shops at the city." She remarked as her eyes skimmed through the brochure, taking note of the facilities and rooms for the future tenants.

"Right? I already checked the place out yesterday, and coincidentally, the studio office is close by," The H/C-haired female pushed back the tiny strands of baby hair tickling her forehead as it was annoying her smooth skin. "They even allow pets. The apartment buildings I visited mostly don't allow pets, and the others who do, they have weird-ass tenants whom I don't really wanna be neighbors with." She ended, scratching the back of her neck.

"Soooooo, that's the apartment you're planning to move in."

You nodded your head, "I prepared the papers and told my parents about it. Maybe you can help me move my things out?" You suggested to your friend as your leg overlapped with the other, biting into another piece of onigiri from the porcelain plate.

Tilting her head to the side, Mai let out a light scoff from the BL mangaka's proposition as she gestured her hand downwards. "I'm offended, Y/N! Of course, I'll help you." She expressed her whimsical disbelief through her words. "I thought we were best of friends." The young lady teased.

"After all those collab fan arts of the Akatsuki, why wouldn't we be at this point?" You joked; however, the shinobi anime reference wasn't technically a gag as you both had a history of fangirling over the smexy criminal organization— even if you both had a peculiar taste in men. "By the way, why did you choose this place? Isn't this sort of far away from your workplace?" You questioned the red-haired female, a bit curious on why she decided to meet up with you in this Onigiri Restaurant.

Mai's lips turned up into a smirk as she motioned her finger for you to move closer. "My assistants and I decided to eat here after a hard day's work. By the time we were all seated, our eyes got blessed when the restaurant's owner catered to our table!" She whispered with excitement dipped on her tongue.

"Oh boy, if you had seen him, you would've gotten the inspiration to make a character from his well-sculpted face."

You raised a brow and let out a snortle, "We went here because a hot owner caught your attention? I should've gone with you then." You played along and couldn't help but laugh at your friend's reason for dining out a distance away from her studio office.

Like middle schoolers, you both giggled as Mai continued her story of the dashing Onigiri restaurant owner with her witty play of words. You never had any interest in dating; however, you still bid no mind to your friend's fawning over pretty men who would unlikely pay attention to either of them.

"That owner you're talking about might not visit his restaurant, Mai."

"I know, silly! But I do wonder what that work of art does outside his work."

Osamu is a very patient man. May it be through his responsibility of running an Onigiri business, or may it be just a simple waiting in line at the subway station of Tokyo, the male wouldn't lose his temper nor be frustrated over such trivial things.

But when his exhausted figure slugged inside the comforts of his home and found the living room all trashed with empty bottles of energy drinks and bags of chips, Osamu was finally at his breaking point.

"Atsumu, you mother-fucker... COME DOWNSTAIRS THIS INSTANT!" He burst out, calling out his twin brother's name as he began picking up the trashes scattered throughout his coffee table and his lawson couch. His ears caught the sound of loud footsteps thumping on the wooden-tiled floor as he could immediately tell that it was a certain someone who came down the stairs.

A bed of ruffled blonde hair popped out of the stairway as a certain setter casually jumps into the scene of the untidy crime, walking towards the other twin with open arms.

"Welcome home, Samu! Did your staff make a mistake in the newly-opened shop back at Shinjuku? You look a bit frustrated right now-"

Atsumu stopped himself once he noticed his twin brother standing over the mess he forgot to clean up. His arms dropped to the side while his chocolate eyes shifted over to Osamu's annoyed expression, "Okay. This time, I absolutely forgot to clean up." The male tried to explain himself.

The quiet one of the two shook his head in disapproval, sighing out and pinching the bridge of his nose to calm his fiery nerves. "I found this apartment, Tsumu. I think it's best for the both of us if you could finally get your own place." He stated, hearing the slight choke coming from his brother's throat.

"WHAT?! What made you think that this would be the best for the both of us, Samu?" Atsumu protested, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion as to why his brother would suggest that sort of idea.

Osamu raised his hand and lifted three of his fingers to his twin's eye level. "First, you sometimes disrupt my sleep whenever you'd bring your flings at home," He stated and didn't bother to let the other speak their mind about the issue at hand as he continued his statement of reasons. "Second, you'd sometimes forget to do your lists of chores and often lie that you didn't do them because you were tired from training." He paused for a moment, thinking of a third reason until it clicked in the back of his mind.

"Lastly, you're a 23 professional athlete, who makes a lot of money than what I usually make, and yet, you're living with your twin brother."

Atsumu stared at Osamu as he crossed his arms, "So? You'll kick me out if I don't move out of your place?" He derided, his voice mostly holding a hint of teasing as he knew his brother wouldn't act so rashly over those reasons.

Oh, was the male so wrong.

"Yes, Tsumu. I'm kicking you out."

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dont-cry2020 · 5 years ago

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“Too Early for Another One?”

Harry Styles x Reader

//Dad! Harry realizes that his baby girl isn’t his baby girl anymore, and you reminisce on your past together//

//LOTS of fluff, a tiny bit of angst, and mentions of smut but no actual smut//

//This ones really long oops hehe 2,725 words//

It seems like just yesterday when Harry’s oldest daughter was born. He remembers how brave you were, painfully giving birth to a beautiful baby girl. He remembers how overwhelmed he felt as she let her first tiny cry. He couldn’t help but choke back a sob at the sight of her. She was wholly you and Harry together, and he couldn’t wait to have more kids with you.

The name Margot was your idea; you had always loved the name, and the French influence reminded you of Harry. Not to mention she had her father’s green eyes and, you would come to learn, his unruly hair. Harry had loved the idea of Margot. He thought it was beautiful, just like you, he told you, his baby girl gripping his finger as his other arm was thrown across your shoulders, holding the most beautiful baby you had ever laid eyes on.

Anne, Margot’s middle name, was Harry’s doing. He liked having his mother present in his daughter’s name, especially seeing as she taught him everything he needed to know about babies when she learned about y/n’s pregnancy. Even the more ~gruesome~ details. Harry was thankful nonetheless; fatherhood terrified him. Although, you never hesitated to tell him how amazing of a father he was to your children.

Especially after you had three more...

Harry really couldn’t help himself back then. He’d go on tour for two weeks at a time, flying back to spend time with his family. He’d always say, “Too early for another one?” after he put the kids to bed, and you would just slap his arm and roll your eyes.

It was a Friday night at the Styles’ residence, and you were busy in the kitchen cooking dinner and entertaining your two-year-old, Fletcher, as your ten-year-old, Matt, chased your six-year-old, Piper, around the house.

Harry puts his keys in the front door, ruffling his hair as he walks into the large foyer and kicks his shoes off.

“Matt! Put that down and stop chasing your sister!” Harry chuckles under his breath as he hears your frustration.

“I’m home!” he shouts, just loud enough for the kids in the kitchen to come running towards him. A string of “Daddy!”s are heard as they run into his arms.

“Hey guys,” Harry says enthusiastically, kissing his two kids on the head. “How was school?”

Harry smiles as Piper babbles on about the art project she did in Kindergarten today and Matt goes on about how his friend drank hot sauce in the school cafeteria. He ruffles his son’s hair, his smirk prominent from his kids’ amusing anecdotes.

You pad out of the kitchen, Fletcher on your hip, and smile at the gorgeous man laughing and talking with your kids. It was these moments that made you fall in love with Harry all over again. He was the best father any kid could ask for, and he always made time for your children, even if it meant gunning it from the airport to make it to dance recitals and plays and award ceremonies. His job didn’t make it easy on him, but he always managed to spend as much time as possible with his family.

Harry finally looked up from his chattering kids, a tired smile meeting yours. His heart swells as he takes in your messy hair and flustered appearance, no doubt from trying to keep your three youngest from killing each other.

“Hi, beautiful,” Harry says, sauntering towards you with Piper and Matt at his side.

“Hi, Harry,” You say softly, pressing your lips to his.

“Ew!” Matt screams, running upstairs, Piper at his heels.

“No running in the house!” Harry shouts up the stairs, his lips still twisted in a wide grin, before pressing his lips to your forehead and taking Flecther from you. Harry follows you into the kitchen, sighing at the smell of dinner cooking on the stove.

“It smells delicious in here, y/n,” he says, bouncing your youngest on his hip and making funny faces at him. “Doesn’t it, Fletch?” Harry uses his ‘baby voice’, and it makes you melt.

You lean against the counter, pouring yourself a glass of wine and offering one to Harry, with which he happily obliges.

“Thank you, Har,” you say, pouring him a glass of Rose and kissing him on the cheek. “and thank you, Fletch.” You kiss your baby boy on the cheek too, and he laughs at you, making you and Harry smile.

“How was your day?” you ask your husband, tending to the food on the stove. Harry thinks for a moment, opening his mouth and closing it, furrowing his brow.

“Where’s Margot?” He asks, a frown drawn up on his tanned face. You purse your lips at his comment.

“She’s probably just in her room, face-timing that boy she likes.”

Harry’s eyes widen. He was not aware that his baby girl liked a boy. “She what? She’s 16!”

You roll your eyes, chuckling at his father-like instincts.

“Harry,” you scold, pulling what smelled so good out of the oven. “We met when I was 16, remember? And you were 17.”

Harry chokes on his wine, having to take a moment to compose himself. Memories of you and him as teenagers flood through his head. “Shit,” he curses under his breath. You give him a scolding look and he mutters a ‘sorry’, after glancing at the toddler still bouncing on his hip.

“Can you go get the kids for dinner, please?” you ask him, taking Fletcher from him.

“ ‘Course, baby,” he says, sauntering out of the kitchen. You hum softly to yourself as you set the table for five people, placing Flecther on his high chair next to you.

Harry goes up the stairs, first stopping in Piper’s room and then going to Matt’s, telling them that it’s time for dinner. He chuckles at how Matt consistently chases Piper everywhere they go.

Harry stops in front of Margot’s door, going to knock, but stopping his fist from hitting the wood when he hears strange noises coming from inside her room. Harry presses his ear to the door and listens. It wasn’t abnormal to hear talking or loud music coming from his daughter’s room, and she liked to keep her door closed so her younger brother wouldn’t go through her things. These sounds, though, were certainly not talking or music.

Harry felt his face pale at the moans coming from the other side of the door. Not his daughter. His sweet baby girl. He felt like he was going to be sick.

And then the rage set in.

He lets his fist rap against the door, before barging into the room.

A boy whom Harry had never seen before was on top of his daughter. Margot shrieked, grabbing the sheet and covering herself. The boy’s eyes were wide with horror as he stumbled around the room, looking for his pants.

“Get your clothes on and come downstairs. You have five minutes,” Harry says through gritted teeth, slamming the bedroom door behind him.

Harry felt like he had failed as a father.

The worst feeling is when you don’t have control over a situation, and Harry knew that feeling all too well.

His baby girl, his first child, the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on (besides you, of course) was losing her virginity at 16. What if that wasn’t her first time? What if?

Harry slid down the wall, his head buried in his hands.

“Fuck,” he swore. What if I was too hard on them? Should I have just let them finish? Thoughts run through his head and he tugs at his hair.

“Harry?” you call from the bottom of the stairs. You amble up the tall staircase when you don’t receive an answer. His large body is propped up against the wall, crumpled in a ball with his hands covering his face. You fall to his side, wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” you comfort your husband, kissing the top of his head and squeezing him lightly. He removed his hands from his face, meeting your y/e/c eyes with his glassy green ones. You cup his jaw in your hands. “Hmm?”

“Do you remember when we first had sex?”

You let out a short laugh, puffing air out of your nose. “Yeah, I do,” you can’t help the smile that takes over your face as you recall the moment.

You were 16 and you had met Harry at a Starbucks in New York, of all places. He had ordered before you, and you couldn’t help but check out his broad back and the disheveled hair that topped his head. You ordered your coffee and stood by the counter next to the boy who ordered before you.

You recall how you would glance at him, and then he would glance at you when you turned away, and then you both did it at the same time, laughing and blushing at your silly antics.

“I’m Harry,” he had said, his British accent taking you by surprise.

“y/n,” you said, taking his large hand and shaking it. “What’s a Brit like you doing in New York City?” you ask him, smirking. You remember scanning his face and taking in his green eyes and pink lips.

You remember how your thoughts were interrupted as your name was called for your coffee. You hadn’t realized that Harry had already received his drink, and he was just waiting for you.

“I’m actually in a band,” he said, scratching the back of his neck and turning a little pink.

After that, he had asked what you were doing today because he had the day off. You said that you weren’t doing anything, just planning on going back to your apartment. He then asked you to give him a tour of the city, and you happily obliged.

The two of you exchanged numbers, and he promised to take you out on a proper date the next time he was in the city.

It was May when he met you, and by July, you were sure he had forgotten about you. But when he called, telling you that he was back and he wanted to see you, you were ecstatic.

He took you to dinner and then back to his hotel room where you spent the night, losing your virginity to him. He asked you to be his girlfriend and promised to call you every day.

Your daughter’s bedroom door bursts open, pulling you out of your thoughts. Harry bolts up from the floor and you do the same when you see the boy that follows her. Your eyes widen, finally realizing why Harry was upset.

“What’s going on here?” you say, fully aware of what’s going on from the bruise on Margot’s neck.

She clears her throat. “Mom, Dad,” she hesitates “this is Chris.” Chris nods, not meeting either of your eyes.

“Chris,” Harry says, anger flooding back into him. You look up at him, interlocking your fingers as a way to say ‘calm down’. He sighs.

“I suggest you go home.”

“Margot, why don’t you let Chris out, okay hun?” you say as softly as you can. She nods, silently leading the boy down the stairs.

Harry collapses in your arms, burying his nose in your neck and inhaling your sent. You laugh softly at him, wrapping your arms around his large body bent over into yours.

“Okay, ya big baby,” you joke, rubbing your hand up and down his back comfortingly. He mumbles something along the lines of ‘ ‘m not a baby’ into your neck before standing and straightening himself up.

You sigh and rub your hands over his shoulders, smoothing the fabric of the button up he wore to the studio today.

“How are we going to deal with this?” Harry looks tired. The bags under his eyes are heavy, his pink lips pressed into a pout.

“I don’t know,” he whispers, running ringed fingers through his hair. “ ‘M not mad about the whole ‘havin’ sex’ thing,” he says “ ‘m jus’... mad tha’ she didn’t talk to us first. ‘M baby girl,” he mumbles.

“I know,” you say, resting your head on his chest. “Your baby girl is grown up now, though. And, yeah, she should have talked to us first... But- we did stupid things back then too. Remember when I had to call my mom and tell her that I was staying with a friend when you were literally on top of me?”

Harry smiles at the memory. “Ye-yeah,” he chuckles “i do remember tha’”

Margot saunters up the stairs, looking around nervously. Harry releases you from his arms and looks at his daughter. He wraps his arms around her, taking her by surprise before she melts into her father’s embrace.

“I love you, Dad,” she says, making your heart melt at your husband and your daughter.

“I love you, too,” he says, pulling away and resting his hands on her shoulders.

Harry sighs, turning to look at you for help.

“Why don’t we go eat dinner and we talk about this later?” you say, grabbing your daughter's hand and giving it a squeeze. They nod and follow you down the stairs in silence.

Harry laughed as Fletcher babbled with food in his mouth, refusing to eat it.

“C’mon Fletch,” you say, pushing the spoon to his mouth. “Open up.”

Everyone at the table laughs as Fletcher refuses the spoon, making a mess on the high chair and his face.

“Guys, please put your plates in the dishwasher,” Harry says after everyone finishes eating. Harry gives you a nervous look and you kiss his cheek softly, muttering an ‘it’s going to be okay’ into his ear. He squeezes your hip lightly in acknowledgment.

You and Harry walk up the staircase and you peek into Margot’s room, lightly knocking on the wood of the door. She looks up and smiles, letting you come in.

You sit down on the bed next to her, Harry following suit and sitting next to you, patting your thigh.

“Margot,” you say, “I-,” you stumble for your word and look at Harry for help.

“I’m sorry,” Margot says, looking like she’s going to cry.

“No baby,” you say, wrapping her into a hug.

“Margot,” Harry says, kneeling in front of his daughter. “we’re not mad at you for...that,” he chuckles to himself. “Your mom and I have had our fair share of that.”

“Harry!” you blurt, smacking his arm. Margot groans.

“Dad, please don’t.”

“Sorry, sorry. ‘M jus’ sayin’. It’s natural. We jus’ wish you would’ve talked to us first.” Harry brushes her hair behind her ears. “Jus’ wan’ you to be safe.”

Margot nods, hugging her dad. “I know.”

It was getting late at this point, so you dismissed yourself from the room to put your other kids to bed.

You poured yourself another glass of wine (it was Friday, why not?) and changed into one of Harry’s shirts, snuggling into your king-sized bed and turning on the tv.

Harry carefully opens the door as to not wake you in case you were sleeping. He’s pleasantly surprised to find you snuggled up in one of his shirts, a glass of wine in your hand and another waiting for him.

He would never tell you this, but he loved it when you wore his clothes. Especially the silk button-ups that hung off your frame. It drove him crazy.

He unbuttons his shirt and strips down to his boxers, your eyes shamelessly checking him out. He dives into bed, making you shriek as he laughs at you, planting a kiss on your cheek. You hand him his glass and he takes his position next to you, wrapping a muscular tattooed arm around your shoulders.

“How’d it go?” you whisper, ghosting your fingers over his chest. His hand rests on your bare thigh, his shirt riding up a little bit, exposing the fabric of your panties.

“Good,” he says quietly. “Really good.”

He turns to face you, a sly grin on his face. You roll your eyes and place your glass of wine on the nightstand next to you.

“Too early for another one?”

You punch him on the shoulder as he climbs on top of you, trapping you in a sloppy kiss.

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ciggylungz · 5 years ago

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Show me yours

Blurb night- 1.8k words

(Request: Maybe more catholic school H but there bestfriend and there both v innocent and its their first time trying _______ (whatever you want) just a thought? (For the possible blurb night.)

“Did you hear what Lily was saying about Connor?”

y/n looked up when she heard Harry’s voice, the two of them in his room trying to finish their shared art project. They had to do a joint painting of the schools logo for the competition being held to pick a new art piece for the Catholic school. Y/n was currently trying to fix her minor mishap of mixing the purple too dark on the lower corner of the canvas.

“No? what happened?” her attention was divided between the art and Harry’s bite of gossip he was finding the correct verbiage for. “Lily said her and Connor did it!” his tone was slightly lower, whispering the last word so no one would hear a slight blush creeping onto his face. The revelation made the girl snap her head towards her best friend, eye’s widened a bit. The two of them were rather sheltered, they had attended the same private Catholic schools from the time they were in kindergarten up to the present as they were both in their second year of secondary school. The most rebellious thing they’ve ever really done was taking a second sip of the communion wine during mass, so hearing that their classmates may have had sex was very shocking to the pair.

“No way!” the project now took a backseat, y/n now fully invested in the drama Harry was relaying to her. “I swear! She said they did it in the bathroom!” , “Oh my gosh!...did she say anything like detailed?” the girl was just as nosy as her best friend. She wanted every drop of information she could squeeze from him. Harry smiled awkwardly, nervous repeating the words he’d heard from the two teens in question. “Uh…well she said they had s-sex in the bathroom, and Connor said she uh…’went down’ on him at his house..” while y/n knew the basics of sex, she didn’t exactly know much beyond ‘sex is between two married people and makes babies’ , so she questioned his revelation. “what does that mean?” , Harry wasn’t sexually experienced by any means, he was a kiss-less virgin but he would be lying if he said he didn’t know what certain sexual acts involved…he may be a good boy but he’s also a teenage boy with internet access.

His blush grew a few shades darker, opting to clear his throat and make sure the door was closed while he tried to find his voice again. “Uh..well-“ a uncomfortable chuckle escaped him while he tried to choke out the dirty words. “It’s when a girl puts their mouth on a boys private parts…” Y/n gawked at Harry, totally shellshocked at the fact that was a thing! She couldn’t fathom why anyone would want to do that, “Wait what?! Isn’t that dirty? Don’t you pee from there?!” the girl was now standing on her feet her innocent mind trying to comprehend this new information. “Well…yea but I don’t think it’s dirty? If you don’t shower maybe, and the boy doesn’t pee in their mouth…” a nervous hand reached up to scratch the back of Harry’s flushed neck.

“that’s so…weird….h-have you ever done that?” Y/n asked him with a slight bow of her head locking eyes with him, “No! I’ve never done it! I’ve just s-seen it before tha’s all…” the boy shifted uncomfortably, “You’ve seen it? Where?”

“in…porn”

Once again, a comically dramatic gasp ripped through the air from Y/n. she knew of porn, her brother had gotten caught watching it once and that’s the first time she found out people have sex on camera. That was another huge shock to her, yet this one seemed bigger.

“You watch porn?!”

“shush! you’re going to get me in trouble y/n” Harry shot her a glare, yanking her forward to sit on his bed with him, his palm moving to cover her mouth. “Don’t yell that! It’s a secret” Harry cast a nervous glance towards his shut bedroom door before removing his hand from her face. Y/n giving his chest a nice swat with furrowed brows. “Don’t do that again, jerk” Harry simply rolled his eyes. “Then stop being so loud!”

Y/n pouted slightly, crossing her arms over her chest and huffing. “Or what?” she challenged “Or ill glue your mouth shut.” His fingers moved to flick her forehead, which was a mistake since Y/n then chose to start yelling “MISS AN-“ yet she was silenced by his hand once more. “I’m serious Y/n stop it!”

Y/n suddenly got an idea, decided she’d bargain her way out of this one.

Harry knew that look, his eyes widened realizing she was about to suggest something that he may not want to hear. Y/n was a sweet girl, but she had a bit of a bossy side too.

“If you show me the video, I won’t tell.”

Well, Harry expected something, but definitely not that one. “W-wait what?” he couldn’t believe Y/n had just asked him to show her porn! What was he supposed to say? He knew if he showed her he’d have to take a cold shower, but he didn’t want his mom knowing he watched the videos either. “If you show me the video I won’t tell.” Her statement was very level, the angelic doe eyes coming back to persuade him, and well Harry was a sucker for that look.

Soon enough the pair were sat against his headboard, Harry’s laptop open to a private tab with Pornhub opened on it. He chose on of his favorites, a simple pretty tame blowjob video.

“are you sure you want to see it?” his palms were sweating, knees twitching every few minutes trying to control himself and keep his pants from tightening. “Play it, Harry.” Y/n took control, tapping the space bar to start the video.

The logo played before it got to the video, a man sitting on his couch filming his girlfriend kneeling in front of him slowly moving to undress the man in front of her. Y/n watched the screen intently while the woman went to work, tugging the mans cock free and stroking it but Y/n being Y/n the video didn’t suddenly change the atmosphere like it does in a romcom, instead she was full of questions and comments.

“Wow, I didn’t know boys privates looked like that. It looks kind of like a snake.” Harry was happy Y/n wasn’t making the situation too serious, laughing a little breaking the tense atmosphere listening to her talk. He tried to focus his gaze more on the wall in front of him then the porn playing on his computer so he didn’t pop a stiffy in front of her. “Uh…kinda? I guess…” , “Does your penis look like that too?”

Harry choked on air a bit, suppressing a cough. He sweats he can feel himself burning alive from the blush on his face. “I don’t think my penis looks like a snake y/n, no. I think it looks like a penis.” His response got him a ‘hmph’ from his friend which he of course, laughed at. Yet he wasn’t entirely prepared for her next sentence.

“Show me yours?”

This time Harry’s eyes were the ones wide as saucers, his jaw slightly slack and body gone tense. “What?!” Y/n giggled, finding his reaction a bit silly since they were already watching two people engage in oral, how is this any more shocking? “What? Show me yours” she shrugged slightly, Harry was trying to keep his head from exploding but an idea popped into his brain right before the urge to combust took over.

“I show you mine, you show me yours?”

“Harry I don’t have a penis.” Y/n replied with a ‘duh’ eye roll, causing an annoyed groan to come from her friend. “I am aware of that, smarty pants. I mean…if I show you my penis, you show me your boobs.”

He expected to get a smack or a immediate refusal from her, but surprisingly Y/n nodded, “That’s fair, I’m not putting your penis in my mouth just for the record.” She gave him a pointed look as her hands traveled up to loosen her uniform tie and start fumbling with the buttons of her shirt.

The boy felt frozen in place watching his best friend start to undress in front of him. His teenage boy mind was going crazy, this was the first time he was going to get to see boobs in person, he was a bit scared he might keel over and die from a hormone overdose.

“What are you waiting for? You’re supposed to show me yours. I’m not taking my boobs out if you’re not holding your end of the bargain up ,Harry.” Y/n’s hands stilled, giving him a pointed look that broke his trance quickly fumbling with his pants to shove them off his hips the outline of his plumping cock showing against the white and grey checker print of his boxers.

“Who’s gonna go first?”, his throat felt painfully dry while he talked swallowing hard after he finished. “You duh!” the girl pushed his shoulder lightly and pointed to his crotch waiting for him to reveal himself.

The boy took a deep breath, his hands shaking slightly as he tugged his cock through the flap in the front of his underwear. He grunted quietly, the cold air hitting his swollen tip. For a few moments nothing was said, Y/n quietly observed his organ taking in the details and pondering her thoughts before speaking, “Yours looks better than his, it’s prettier. Still kind of looks like a snake though.”

Harry sighed, he was glad she didn’t make a comment on his size or anything negative but the snake comment wasn’t exactly the erotic language he needed to get himself off, and then he remembered the deal. “Your turn.”

Y/n nodded, giggling a little bit as she unhooked the clasps of her bra and let them slip down her arms. Her breasts finally came into Harry’s view and god his balls were already constricting. He feared he’d really be the guy who cums in 2 seconds just looking at a girl, but this would be the right situation for it. Y/n didn’t have any clue how long boys lasted so if he was to bust then she probably wouldn’t tease him she’d just have more questions.

“God…they’re pretty Y/n.” The girl smiled shaking her chest a little so they bounced in front of his eyes. “Thanks, I grew them myself. I’m a b cup” she was adorable, so blissfully unaware of what she was doing for him. A smile and playful giggles still radiating from her while he was trying to keep himself from passing out.

“Can I touch-“

His request was soon cut off, not by Y/n but by the door swinging open and his shocked mother standing behind it.

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smuckersblr · 4 years ago

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Clueless Part 1

Peter tapped his freshly manicured french nails on the marbled countertop. Italian music was softly playing on the stereo near the fridge, the TV in the living room across from where he stood was playing the muted news. Another attack in Manhattan taken care of by the red robot that everyone is calling IronMan.

Peter huffed and looked over the dieted food for his dad he had just packed for his lunch, and waited for the coffee to be done pouring. “Daddy! Hurry up you’re gonna be late for your meeting!” Peter’s dad, Tony Stark, was a world-renowned businessman/engineer.

And Peter was his ‘infamous child prodigy’, is what Dr.Strange, his dad’s close friend, likes to call him. Peter was the popular kid at school, the one who knew how to dress amazingly enough to be on the cover of ELLE with his famous everyday outfits, the kid that had all A’s and was on the honor roll each year and won many science conventions first place awards; and yet he was still known to be the most liked and admired at school.

Peter bit his glossed lips while examining his manicure, thinking about the dinner tonight that he had to go to with his dad, something about ‘linking up with old friends. Tony came into the room through the arch and was fixing his tie while looking at his watch.

“Pete don’t tell me you made that crap diet food for me today, I’m gonna have a long day of meetings and a burger already sounds amazing for lunch.” Peter scrunched up his freckled nose in distaste at the grease patty his father called heaven.

Peter poured his dad's coffee in a stainless steel coffee cup. “Daddy you know Dr. Strange said that it’s the best way to help if you want to live past fifty.” Tony rolled his eyes and took the packed food and coffee cup anyways. “So now you're going to listen to whatever that man tells you?” Peter pecked his dad’s cheek, rubbing away the gloss smudge with his thumb with a fond smile.

“I’m gonna listen to any man with a Bachelor's degree daddy.” His dad smiled fondly and hugged his son. “That’s my boy.” And before Tony left through the archway to the foyer he turned around and looked Peter up and down.

“You and the girls plan something for after school? Because you know we’re going out tonight kid.” Peter looked down over his clothes for the day. A Versace dual print button-up that reached down midthigh with white shorts. And a white Gucci belt to cinch his waist to show his figure and his white leather Prada pumps with his Speedy Bandouliere 25 to tie everything together.

“We’re matching today and it was Nat’s turn to pick the designer, and I know dad all you’ve been talking about is this dinner.” Tony hummed and sipped his coffee, rolling his eyes at his son’s attitude but, never-the-less hugged Peter and both walked out to the front of their round-about cobbled driveway and both went into their respectable vehicles.

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Once Peter rolled up to Natasha’s giant house with the same green patch of luscious grass and beautifully cut bushes around the property with giant gates at the entrance, Peter honked twice, and while waiting he checked himself out in his bedazzled hand mirror.

His curls for the day were in wet-styled auburn curls and his eyes were glossed with a wet shine and blush blended perfectly into his tan skin from his dad’s last business trip in Mexico. Peter smiled at the enchanting memory of mimosas being handed to him on the beach with the sound of waves crashing in the background and oiled pure white skin under the blazing sun and the sound of beautiful Latino music playing at the beach’s bar behind him.

Peter remembered the dream-like Hispanic men lounging around him in swimming shorts and glorious brown skin and bright white smiles. His dad finally enjoyed his time without work or stress at the bar, smiling and laughing with beautiful Latina women.

Peter snapped out of his loving memory when Natasha jumped in the front seat of his white topless jeep.

“Hey Pete, hurry so we can get to Shuri’s house, I don’t want to hear her complain about being late to class.” She rolled her eyes lovingly and looked at herself through the front seat mirror and pushed up her curls.

He snorted at Nat's teasing and pulled away from the curb. “You know that outfit will catch Steve’s eye right?” She looked me up and down with a devilish smirk on her red painted lips, Peter always did admire how she pulled off red so damn well.

Peter looked over at her once they hit a red light. “Every outfit I wear catches that man’s eye, Nat.” Then another burst of laughter came out from both of them.

Once Peter pulled up to Shuri’s house, he already knew she was gonna give them hell for the time.

Peter absentmindedly looked at the time on the jeep, only ten minutes ‘till the bell rings, they’ve got plenty of time. Shuri came in the car with a flourish of the door slamming shut and a huff that came from her lips. While Peter was pulling away from the curb he looked in the rearview mirror and smiled at Shuri.

“What’s got you in a fit S?” Shuri flung a strand of her box braid behind her shoulder in annoyance and sulked in the back with her Prada handbag clutched in her lap. “T’Challa was actin’ lame this mornin’, only because I asked him why he was acting out last night with his friends,” And once Shuri started talking about her brother, both Natasha and Peter tuned in, even when they arrived in the school’s parking lot, the deets on T was always juicy.

“Get this guys I overheard T talkin’ about you Pete and how he’s surprised your daddy hasn’t sent you to a catholic school already because he and his friends think you're easy, then somehow that turned into a convo on how he would totally--and I quote--"Tap that ass".” She said this conversationally while all three of them were walking towards the school with their heels clicking and bags in hand.

Peter gawked and Nat let out a snort. “Okay, but doesn’t he know that Pete is a total virgin?” Nat brought up while Peter was minutely speechless for the first time in forever and then he snapped back to life. “What a skeeze.'' Both girls nodded in resolution and then they split for class once they got into the school’s hallway.

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At lunch Peter walked to his and the girls' table in the middle of the outside cafeteria with a lime popsicle in one dainty hand, sucking the tip of the icy treat while soaking in the glances he got from his peers. Peter sat with a flourish and waved at the girls in greeting.

“Pete whatcha doing tonight I wanna see if you could go shopping with us.” Wanda leaned forward with her chewing gum on one finger while she chewed on her apple slices.

Peter pouted, “Sorry Wand, I got this dinner thing with my dad and his friends tonight.” Wanda gave a humph and hunched her shoulders. “You know I find it weird how Pete’s dad is an actual DILF and his friends are just as fine.” Shuri brought up, which got the girls around the table nodding in agreement. Peter rolled his eyes and flipped Shuri off when she broke out laughing.

Lunch had just begun but usually, Steve would be right next to Peter with his macchiato in hand. “Looking for your boy toy?” Shuri swirled a baby carrot in the dollop of the ranch she only treated herself to once a month.

Peter grimaced and shook his head indifferently, sucking the treat back into his mouth with an eye roll from his friend's laughter. Peter knew that Steve had it for him and was at his beck and call even if he acted like he was just doing it to be nice.

Peter rarely felt guilty for using his crush to his advantage but he also explicitly told Steve that he wasn’t looking to date anyone. Besides his father would go ballistic on him, he distinctly told him he wasn’t allowed to date anyone, and I quote, ‘until you find a guy who has his own business that I can buy and make sure that I have control over him’.

Peter was drawn out of his thoughts when he realized there was a shadow cast over him. Peter turned and titled his head up, there standing was his saving grace in the hands of his best friend. “One almond milk macchiato with no foam and two shots of espresso for my very beautiful best friend, Peter Stark.”

Sam by Steve’s side made a face and looked at Steve hurt, “I thought I was your beautiful best friend.” Steve ignored him though and smiled beamingly at Peter’s plucked arched eyebrow. “You gonna give me it or are you also my handler.” Nat by his side snorted and shook her head. “Not until you look at my outfit Stark.” Peter rolled his eyes with an apathetic air to him.

Peter didn’t like playing Steve’s silly games, but he still wanted his coffee and he wanted it now. So he let his eyes roam up and down Steve’s body. A Classic Damier Pique polo and nice fitted dusty blue slacks. He wore a smirk on those lips every female seemed to love and his blonde hair was slicked back with a pair of black Gucci sunglasses on his head.

Peter furrowed his brows and glared at Natasha who was pointedly not catching his eyes. “Did Nat tell you we were matching with Louis today?”

“Just took a wild guess, cuz I know she knows what I like on you.” Peter rolled his eyes and feigned a vexed look. “You know I told you I can't have you flirting with me Stevie, I'm not allowed to date.” Steve shrugged his shoulders and handed over Peter’s drink.

“You know you can't keep me away from you, doll.” Sam scoffed next to him and shook his head, walking away from the situation and heading towards the benches where their friends stood.

“You better follow your only source of affection before he decides to not hold your hand anymore when your feelings get hurt.” Peter waved his hand in a dismissive way and turned back to the table.

Steve shook his head, even though Peter wasn’t paying any more attention to him. Sometimes Steve wishes he could just smack the sense into Peter that he would do anything to be with him. Maybe instead of a smack, it’d be a kiss.

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At Eleven Madison Park, Peter dined with his father, Rhodey, and Dr. Banner. The bright smiles and charisma felt like second nature to Peter, he was taught great mannerisms by his Nonna and Nonno when he used to stay at their condo in Malibu while his dad was out on business trips.

“Listen, all I'm saying Tony, is that Pete has the credentials to be a part of my branch.” Bruce held his hands up in surrender. Peter sipped the glass of champagne idly, pretending that he wasn’t the face of this conversation.

“Oh trust me, I know my genius son has the credentials to be a part of any big business. But I rather him not work for anyone,” Tony cut a piece of steak with vigor and popped it in his mouth.

“Besides he’s too much like me, he wouldn’t listen to you Bruce, he likes challenges.” Bruce laughed and shook his head, looking over at Peter with a smile.

“The kids gotta start somewhere Tones.” Rhodey pointed out with a raised brow, his eyes going over to Peter where he was cutting a sliver from his seasoned lamb. “Jeez, Rhodes you say it like my son can’t start out big.” Tony lifted his wine glass to his lips with a stubborn glint to his eyes, he always did get protective of his son.

“I never said that-” Rhodey was cut off by a phone's ringtone chiming. Tony grunted and pulled out his stark phone with an annoyed air to him. Rhodey looked over to Peter and gave a pleading look, “I never said that Pete.” Peter laughed under his breath and lifted his champagne flute towards Rhodey in a tribute to his faith in the man. “I know Rhodey.”

Rhodey smiled and saluted his glass back, sipping his white wine and looking over at Bruce trying to not grimace at his meal. “Whoever thought to themselves that, “oh yes lamb's tongue sounds like a great meal to serve” should be in prison.” that got Peter smiling wider and knocked the toe of his heel to Bruce’s shin lightly, playfully.

The rest of the dinner was spent with laughs and more teasing, but soon rolled into business talk like it usually trickled into with every event they go to. But before his dad started going on one of his rants on his current projects, Dr. Banner quickly set his wine glass down from lifting to his mouth and hurriedly said: “Maybe we shouldn’t get into details while Peter is still here?”. The words make Peter stop mid-bite and look up from his plate to see the shifty eyes of one Dr. Banner and Tony Stark. Rhodey seemed just as confused and paused in his own autopilot of taking a sip from his tumbler. But before Peter could try and butt in and demand a reason, the waiter came by and asked if they would like any dessert, to which Peter got distracted by his father shoving a menu of the small assortment of desserts the restaurant served. Tony knew his son had a thing for sweets and got lost in his own world easily once he focused on something else. One point to daddy Stark and zero to the poor spawn of the billionaire.

#winterspider #peter parker #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #natasha romanoff #tony stark #daddytonystark #love triangle #bucky x peter #peter x bucky #peter x steve #steve rogers #bruce banner #inspired by clueless

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raekahwritings · 5 years ago

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What’s your type, Shindo?

Pairing: Shindo Yo x Reader Rating: Explicit, NS*W Warning: Smut, Virginity, Classroom Sex, Mention of bullying (but not really) Word Count: 2241 A/N: Assume these BNHA characters are 18+ and are nearly graduating seniors.

Summary: You’re a fellow classmate at Ketsubutsu and you overhear some gossip between your crush Shindo Yo and his guy friends. “Would you ever date a virgin?” Before it can devolve further, you interrupt and catch the attention of one curious Shindo Yo.

From Me: Psst, this is a second shout out to @thewheezingwyvern because she sat through a second work. Also beta-read by @ficsbynoa and @mari-writes-smut who encouraged me.

Here we go for Shindou Club (again)!!

Also, inspirations for this work is from @katsukisprincess, @lady-bakuhoe, @iwvs-on-ao3, @/lemonlordleah-shinzawa, @/marilla-eldriana, and others. Please check them out because they have amazing works!!! They aren’t tagged because I was so excited to post this but I have yet to ask for their permission. Please don’t consider me rude T____T

“Hey Shindo, would you ever date someone who was a virgin?”

You were a Ketsubutsu student, shamelessly eavesdropping on a conversation between your classmates, including one of the most attractive students in your class. You would never have worked up the nerve to ask that. Were you interested? Yes.

“Dude, that’s a stupid question. Shindo’s already probably dating Tatami and she looks like she’s got some experience, y’know?” One of your idiotic classmates gestured to his chest and squeezed it together, making a jerk-off gesture.

You took a moment to cut in, tilting your chair backward to give a fucking judging look to the guy who just said this.

“Hey, dick-face.” He turned around in indignation—you just continued, “Your man-boobs aren’t gonna get bigger than Tatami’s but kudos to trying.”

He sputtered out a protest and then tried to shout at you.

“Hey man, calm down.” Shindo laid a placating hand on his arm. “She’s just a girl—you don’t want to look like a jerk.” Shindo inclined his head towards the other classmates who started looking over. You were sassily waiting for his retort, mockingly feigning girlishness as you twirled your hair and pouted.

Damn, if he did say something now, he would look like an asshole. Your nameless classmate glared at you while Shindo mollified him to go to his seat. You looked away outside the window and gave an internal sigh of relief. To be honest, you couldn’t resist making a retort because girls--even Tatami that you didn’t know well--shouldn’t be so crudely objectified. But you rarely fought with your classmates, your sassy comments reserved for your family and rough-housing brothers.

The lunch bell finally rang, signaling the end of break. You put away your lunch as Tatami came back in and ignorant of the boy’s conversations.

You just diligently got back into class and decided to forget the incident. You were probably a nameless interloper into their conversation and Shindo probably wouldn’t even remember you past this.

Lo and behold… You came back from your last class of the day, gym, to find a bunch of notes stuffed into your desk and scribbled profanities on it. You were one of the last to come back since the teacher had asked you to close up….

“Jeez.” You started to pick up the littered notes, feeling more annoyance but also a small stab of hurt. You hoped it was just the single asshole who did this but who knew if he got his friends and Shindo in on it? Shindo seemed like he wouldn’t do this, but who knows? It would suck because you had a crush on him but maybe he was just like the rest?

“Well, nothing to do but clean this before tomorrow.” You decided to go hunt down the janitor, maybe she would lend you some cleaning supplies. You dipped outside the classroom, past the vending machines, exploring past the nearby gym to find the janitor. You, with a tinge of embarrassment, told the cleaning lady about the ‘situation’ and she handed you a few things.

Shindo Yo was chilling at the vending machines when he caught sight of you. “Hmm...”

You had crawled underneath your desk to pick up the last of the notes when you heard a knock on the classroom door.

“Shit!” You hit your head as you frantically stood up—seeing a rather bemused Shindo. You realized the promiscuous position you were in and flattened the back of your skirt down. You crawled your way out and stood a bit awkwardly.

“I didn’t expect anyone to be here at this time…” You gestured to the clock, pasting a friendly smile on.

“So why were you late?” Shindo wandered in, giving a curious look. You squirmed a little bit under his inquisitive gaze, unsure of how much he was involved in this. Was he here to gloat? Or just coincidence?

“Um…” Your eyes trailed toward the trash and the stained rag… You hid your hands and the letter behind your back. “Nothing much?”

Shindo nodded as if he was going to leave it at that… He meandered over to his desk nearby, giving you a chance to relax your guard—at least before he ducked around you and grabbed the note from your hands.

“Y/N, that was probably the worst lie I’d ever seen.” Shindo gave a smirk and unfurled the crumpled sheet, as you wiped your palm over your face. You had already seen a few of the choice messages and it probably didn’t get better. Shindo’s smirk dropped though as he stared incredulously at it.

“I guess it's safe to say that you didn’t know about this?” You tentatively asked….? Shindo went from appalled to pissed off.

“You think I would resort to this kind of shit?” He started hunting around, seeing the other discarded notes, and angrily pulled them apart to see.

You shrugged. “I don’t know you well enough. I figure this is because I told your friend off earlier.” You picked up the rag, squeezed some cleaning solution on the table, and wiped the last of profanities away. What could you say to him?

Shindo was fucking irritated at both the insinuation he was involved in and your indifference to the situation. “What do you think?” He held the notes angrily in his hand and leveled a look that dared you to shy away from him.

“I… thought you were pretty cool.” You dumped the rag into the trash and sat down at your seat. “Tatami is great and she’s gotta see something in you right? You tried to give a joking laugh—maybe he wouldn’t catch on to your silly crush. “If she does, I trust her.” Which means I hope you weren’t an asshole enough to be in on this.

Shindo was actually taken back by your simple statement. You seemed a lot more open-minded and mature than he had taken you for. He kind of expected some theatrics and a little bit of drama but here you were, saying he was ‘cool’. Not that he didn’t know a lot of girls thought he was attractive, but they usually tried to simper over him and clung onto him. There were others who called him out on his two-faceness and tried to start up drama with his friends first (mainly Tatami). Here you were, having defended her and getting bullied for it.

“I hope that means you didn’t think I was involved. In fact, I will kick his ass if I find out he did this.” Shindo dumped the lot of notes in his bag and resolved to confront his jerk of a classmate—the fact he even dared to insinuate that about Tatami earned his everlasting annoyance. But he did come here for a reason.

“Sorry Y/N, I actually came in to tell you..” Shindo put away his annoyance too … shove out what he had come to say. “Thanks for calling him out on his shit. Tatami and I aren’t like that but I don’t like to hear that about her.” He leaned on your table and gave a smile. A sincere smile, one you had never seen around your classmates before, but you had seen aimed at Tatami. You felt heat crawling up your neck.

“It’s not a big deal. No one deserves to be talked about like that, so you don’t need to say thanks.” You said in a rush as you gathered your stuff a little more clumsily and shot to your feet. Trying to leave before he noticed how much you were blushing.

“Hey, are you feeling sick?” Shindo had blocked you in and could see your flushed demeanor. He put his hand on your shoulder and you involuntarily felt yourself shiver. Goddamnit.

Shindo had been concerned but feeling your body react to his… his eyes widened, and his smirk came back. “Oh…” He got in a little closer and inched his leg in between your skirt. His hand drifted over to your neck, craning your hidden face upwards. “I’m starting to think it wasn’t about defending Tatami but you were interested in my answer?” You could hear the innuendo in his voice and really, really wanted to face-palm.

“Okay, wipe that smug look off. I was a little interested but I’m not going to be one of your crazy little fangirls.” You put a hand on his chest to push him away. “And your kinks are yours, no one should force you to talk about it.” You were trying to be oh-so-respectful and keeping your eyes off him. Off his smug face and off his tantalizing chest. It didn’t really help that you could practically see his naked chest peeking out from his unbuttoned shirt, having it seared into your memory from all the times you’ve seen him fight.

Shindo grabbed your hair and thrust his knee higher up between your thighs. “Wrong. I think you’re very interested in my answer. You wanna hear?” You couldn’t even muster up a single word at the way Shindo balled his fingers tighter into your hair and bared his teeth at your throat, nipping it provocatively.

He purposefully licked his way up, letting your sweet-smelling scent of your shampoo wash over him as he breathed in the cove of your ear. “I like virgins so I can train their little cunt to fit my cock.” You whimpered. “Train them to open their mouth at my beck and call, teaching them to get wet at my fingers and cock.” His tone took a possessive note and his hand thrust down to your damp panties. “Good little girls obey their master, right? You don’t open your legs for anyone else.”

Shindo finally kissed you, plunging his tongue in your mouth and god his mouth was obscene, you thought, before he quickly withdrew. You reached for him and were too far gone to notice you were whining for him. “You tasted better than I expected.” He gave a roguish smirk before he plunged his fingers into your slick heat. You gasped and he took advantage to give you another drugging kiss—and you keened away in pain as his fingers went too deep.

“Aw, baby.” He cooed, slipping it out to circle his wet fingers on your sensitive clit. “Did it hurt?”

“A bit…” You looked down bashfully. You didn’t know what to do after all…

“Let me lick the pain away then.” He dropped down to his knees and picked up your legs to throw over his shoulder, startling you into falling on the desk. He pulled your panties off and pocketed the scrap of fabric.

“Wait, Shindo!” You tried to push his head away in embarrassment as he forced his way between your thighs. Shindo ignored your protest as he breathed in, looking like a cat that had just gotten the cream; maybe he had. He dove in to lick your inner thighs and nibble enticingly. You felt something dripping down and you honestly didn’t want to know what—but by the way Shindo was feasting on you, you felt yourself getting wetter. “Shindo, don’t just lick there…” You whined. Shindo just chuckled as he finally touched your clit, invoking feather-light vibrations that had you moaning into the empty classroom. He just kept circling his fingers in teasing circles, smaller and smaller until he shoved his vibrating finger hard on your sensitive nub. Your legs writhed but Shindo didn’t seem to budge. He held your limbs down but you felt yourself throbbing with a need, something balling tight within your core as the sensations heightened… You just needed a little more….

Shindo plunged his tongue into your wet cunt while vibrating his fingers, and you felt your mouth fall open with a silent scream. That last bit pushed you over the edge. You lay there panting as Shindo withdrew. He gave you a lewd grin from between your open thighs.

“Feel better?” Shindo licked his lips to gather the last of your wetness, even bringing his slicked fingers up to his mouth to lick the last of it off.

“Shindo… I don’t think that’s what they mean when they say you lick the pain away.” You covered your face in embarrassment.

“Hm. That’s what I call a ‘thank you’ darling.” Shindo cockily grinned. He helped you to sit up and smoothed your skirt down for you. You felt very…. open and wet.

“Shindo, where is it?” You looked around, alarmed at your missing underwear. Shindo gave you an innocent and confused look—you weren’t believing any of it. “Shindo!”

“You might find it if you…” He picked up your bag for you. You held your hand demandingly out for your panties because you could carry your own bag, dammit. “If you feel like coming over? Maybe tell me about how ‘cool’ I am?” You groaned at him throwing your words back at you.

“Shindo, you are an egotistical idiot.” You jumped off the table, wincing at the wetness dripping from your thighs and how exposed you felt. You tried to glare at the tantalizing brunette in front of you who just waited with a self-assured look. You couldn’t blame him for snickering, you could feel your embarrassment drowning any real antagonism.

Still, though, you flip him the middle finger. “Shindo, I’m not some bitch. If I’m going home with you, I’d better be your goddamn girlfriend.”

“Then consider me your boyfriend.” He said without hesitation.

“Literally, what the fuck?”

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 5 years ago

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Never Too Late

Daryl Dixon x Reader

A/N: 18&OVERSMUT, commissioned by @rhyatt-deauxtreve

Summary: Daryl confesses he’s a virgin (set during season 9-10).

The sun was coming down over Alexandria; a calm feeling swept through the community as weeks of peacefulness had brought a sense of normalcy for everyone. The walk over to Daryl’s little studio apartment, for lack of a better word, was brisk and the bottle of whiskey you found on the last run, was a welcomed bonus when you knocked on his door. He stood a little stiff, as he always did but moved aside so you could walk in. The first thing you did was greet Dog, who wagged his tail as you gave him a scratch behind the ears. Daryl closed the door and watched you, hands crossed against his chest as you turned to him.

“How ‘bout a drink?”

You tried to think of a reason for a midnight cap but there wasn’t any and frankly, sometimes a person just needed to drink with decent company, and Daryl Dixon was beyond decent. He said okay and walked over to the small metal pipe bookcase and grabbed two glasses off it, bringing them over to you as you settled on the couch he slept on. It was cozy with a few blankets and you watched as he whistled for Dog to follow him into the other room; not waiting for Daryl, you opened the bottle and poured both of you a glass – taking yours, you leaned back into the couch and relaxed.

Hearing Daryl’s barefoot steps, you looked up to see him walking back into the room, scoffing as he saw how comfortable you got – it was all for show, he was used to you coming over and enjoyed the time spent together. There wasn’t anything entirely romantic going on, most nights the two of you just talked but then he kissed you a few weeks ago in a weak, tender moment; it was incredibly sweet but only happened twice after that. Most nights together he’d sit next to you on the couch, shoulder to shoulder talking and it was enough.

“Gabriel called for a community meeting tomorrow; he wants us to decide on extending the wall a little more – wants to attempt the greenhouse blueprint.”

“Sounds good,” Daryl hummed; you smiled as he took a long sip of whiskey and whistled. You asked if he liked it and he said yes. “Hit the spot.”

Agreeing, you chugged down the remainder of your glass and left it on the coffee table. He asked if you were fixing on getting drunk, but you laughed and said no. “Just want to relax as quick as possible, been helping in the infirmary; we have a teenage pregnancy in our midst.”

Daryl looked over at you and sighed. “Shit, gonna be tough for them.”

“It is, wish they knew about safe sex but I guess condoms are few and far nowadays. I’m just glad I lost my virginity when condoms still were being manufactured,” you laughed, resting your head on his shoulder. “We did it up in some dusty attic, it was so terrible…”

There was no response from Daryl but you felt his body tense up as you continue to describe how the attic smelled like musty boxes, but then your sentenced faded as your head dipped back to look at him; his eyes were fixated forward and he was biting his thumb nail.

You said his name softly and his hand went down from his mouth to his lap; he nodded to you when you asked if he was fine and for a moment it looked like he was lost in thought but then he cleared his throat and shamefully looked at you – it didn’t take you long to understand what was going on.

“You never….” Daryl looked away from you, but you sat up and touched his shoulder. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, sometimes certain opportunities don’t present themselves.”

He gazed over at you, feeling relieved that there was no judgement in your eyes; it was something he kept a secret for so many years, afraid to be that intimate with someone since any human contact he had most of his life was abusive and painful.

“First times are never what anyone expects,” you shrugged, leaning forward to pour another glass. Holding up the bottle, you asked if he wanted another round, but he shook his head. This time you took a leisurely sip before leaving the glass on the table to reclaim your spot next to Daryl. The pair of you sat silent for a moment until Daryl cleared his throat and spoke up.

“When I was ‘bout 16, Merle brought me over to a buddy’s house,” he said quietly, lifting his arm so you could scoot closer to him; it came down around your shoulders and his left fingers grazed your shirt. “He was piss drunk and he paid this poor woman to take me to the back room – wanted me to become a man.”

“Shit, Daryl.”

He huffed inward and rubbed his fingers toward the edge of your sleeve; his callous skin felt warm and rough. “Shit, I was a scrawny kid; couldn’t do it, asked her not to tell Merle. She knew about his mean streak – we just sat on the bed for a while and then she went out to tell everyone I was a man.”

“Your brother sounds like a piece of work.”

“Tell me about it.”

Daryl and you looked at each other and laughed softly until the echoes faded, and it was just the two of you staring. His eyes glanced at your lips and you let out a long-relaxed breath; you wondered what sixteen-year-old Daryl was like and if he was scared that day with the woman in the backroom. You thought of the attic and even with its musk, you were grateful for the sweet teen boy you were in love with back then; it was silly and awkward, but it was more than what most had their first time.

“I ain’t ever found someone I wanted to…”

“Not ever?”

He shook his head gently, fingers pressed hard against your shoulder and you knew he was nervous; you were too because it seemed things were going to end differently tonight but you didn’t want to push Daryl.

“We don’t…”

Daryl’s face tightened for a moment but then he nodded with a little fiery in his eyes as you smiled and waited for him to make the first move; he did and his lips were on yours, arm pulling you to him. Your tongue melted against his as you moved onto his lap, hands cradling his face as you moaned into his mouth; you could feel him going hard under you and it was enthralling, maddening as his hips buckled upward.

Pulling away from a kiss, your eyes opened to see Daryl’s closed; his face soft a contrast the hardship lines that appeared in the corner of his eye. He wasn’t that sixteen-year-old boy anymore; Daryl was a man looking to feel something and you were willing to be the one to give him what he needed.

Kissing him softly, you reached down for the hem of his shirt; lifting it up toward his chest, Daryl held his arms up so you could take it off him. Hair covered his eyes and you chuckled, brushing it away before kissing him as his hands came down to your waist.

“You sure,” you whispered, smiling against his mouth when all he could do was nod and squeeze your waist. He moaned when you nipped him on the lip and started to unbuckle his jeans, his throat clenching with thirst for something more than water as you climbed off him and stood up. Chest heaving, you slowly peeled off the shirt you were wearing; eyes on Daryl as you continued to undress down to nothing but skin.

Daryl took you in, envious of the vulnerability you were displaying; you weren’t flawless, and he admired that, because he wasn’t flawless, and he felt nervous as he gathered himself to stand up. At his feet, he removed his pants and boxers, kicking them off to the side then took you in his arms; he was hard and you felt him against your stomach, but his mouth was warm and it sent you reeling.

“Please…” you whispered, guiding him back down to the couch. He groaned a little as he settled down, legs a little open as you straddled his lap. He was visibly nervous, and you assured him with a lingering touch on the cheek that everything was going to be fine. “I want this, if you want this.”

Daryl grunted, always a man of few words. “I do.”

You kissed him and reached down to bring your hand around his cock; he jerked a little and his chest stilled as you began to move your hand up and down for a few moments before positioning over his hard on. Looking at him, you slowly brought yourself down on his cock – the two of you both moaned as you adjusted and asked if he was okay.

He grunted again and you chuckled, because it was endearing and sweet, it made your heart leap and suddenly nothing mattered – you were exactly where you wanted to be. Grasping at his shoulders, you started to grind against him as his palms warmed at your hips. His fingernails pressed into your skin as you moved faster, breasts gently bobbing as Daryl sat up and slid a hand up to your right breast. He palmed at it, leaning forward to lick your nipples – you moaned and closed your eyes, head dipping back as you fucked him harder.

“Shit,” he bellowed, kissing your neck. You touched his face and forced him to look at you, when he did you saw how light his eyes appeared and you couldn’t help yourself – your lips brushed against his and knew you were becoming addicted to his touch, to him.

“I want you, Daryl,” you whispered into his ear, body moving faster against him. His cock ached inside you, a slick feeling rolled over him as you teased him; slowly lifting yourself up his cock only to bring it down painfully slow – it was a pleasure he had never felt before and when you wouldn’t stop rocking, he buried his face into your chest as you tugged at his hair, feeling your body shaking as you came.

Then a rolling ache fell over him and he knew it was time to pull out, even if he didn’t want to because of the pleasure or the implications unprotective sex could bring, the latter rising from the undiscovered things he never knew he wanted, he pulled out in time. His cock sprang up and he came on your inner thigh. He was breathless and apologetic about the mess he made but you grinned and told him not to worry; that you were fine.

“I don’t care,” you confessed, playfully brushing away hair from his forehead. The room was quiet and felt warm as Daryl brought a hand to your face, closing his eyes as you grabbed his hand and kissed it lightly. “Do you have a towel?”

“Shit, yeah,” he said, helping you off his lap – you moved down to the couch and watched as he got up, admiring his ass as he fetched a towel from the shelf. He came back and handed it over, looking away to give you privacy as he grabbed his boxers off the floor.

Cleaning up, you reached down for your underwear and shirt, putting them both on and stretching out on the couch. “I’m ready for bed.”

“Me too.” Daryl’s voice was raspier than usual, tired sounding as he climbed behind you and slipped his arm under your head when you turned to face him– everything was different now because it was better. Smiling, you touched the side of his face and asked how he felt.

“Good,” he said, and you never felt happier.

Letting emotions outrun the logic that it was too soon for such a confession, you whispered to Daryl that you loved him and that you weren’t afraid to be happy with him. Your heart raced as he stared for a long moment before giving off the smallest of grins as he tugged you against his chest, kissing you on the forehead.

“I love you too.”

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #daryl dixon #twd #twd imagine #ivonnes imagine #The Walking Dead

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jenomark · 5 years ago

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Part 4- Final

➔Pairing: Idol!Haechan x Reader (Female) ➔Other Members/ Characters: Johnny ➔Genre: Smut (with a plot!) ➔Warnings: Angst ➔Word count: 4,549

➔Summary: He’s an idol, a friend, and now you’re taking his virginity. Beginning your friends-with-benefits relationship with Haechan wasn’t the best idea, but you just can’t help yourself when it comes to him.

↞ Part 1 ↞ Part 2 ↞ Part 3

You couldn’t stop looking through the pictures. When you finished scrolling all the way through them, you started from the beginning. You tried to imagine what others would see when looking at them. Could the pictures be passed off as only a friendly exchange? You didn’t think so, but you were trying so hard to think of a way to save things. You held Johnny’s phone, as if it were a hostage in your hands, and your finger hovering over the SEND button, like it were a trigger. Your message just said: Why??, but you knew you’d never send it. The person on the other end didn’t care what you had to say. It was their business to make money off of the backs of others, to screw up as many lives as possible while trying to justify their actions. Someone had sent the pictures to Johnny through text. How they got a hold of his number, you didn’t know and didn’t ask. You looked at the unknown number, reading each number to yourself, but it didn’t matter which person sent it, just that someone was trying to away the one thing that mattered to you most in the world: Haechan.

While you were sitting there contemplating every avenue, Haechan and Johnny were arguing in the background. Haechan was walking back and forth, addressing Johnny without honorifics, his voice too shaky to be confident. He was fighting for you, for the both of you. His points were messy, but they were being made. You should have joined, but you couldn’t seem to focus on anything but the future and how much it scared you. You could fight Haechan to be with him, but you didn’t think you were ready to fight the rest of the world.

Johnny had sat down at your kitchen table, his arms resting on his knees. His voice was deep and colorful, a few shades darker than Haechan’s. You hadn’t spent much time with Johnny, but there was something about him that made you feel intimidated. Like a child would, you kept waiting for him to scold you for corrupting someone he considered a brother. He could be angry with Haechan all he wanted, but you were the real infiltrator. If it wasn’t for you, Johnny wouldn’t have found himself tangled up in your mess.

While Haechan was hysterical, Johnny was calm. You could hear the disappointment in Johnny’s voice poking through your trance. You asked yourself if you really cared what he thought of you. When you couldn’t come up with an answer, you got a good look at him. Johnny looked at Haechan like he adored him. You could tell that he would always be on Haechan’s side, but Haechan would refuse to see it that way. It would be hard for him not to feel like Johnny’s worry wasn’t a personal attack.

Haechan took many things to his heart. He liked to pretend he didn’t have one, but that heart carried more love than it could handle. You looked at Haechan, his face stuck with the same terrified expression as when he first came.

He arrived soon after you called him, which felt like a testament of how much he cared for you, and that he meant what he said the previous night. He didn’t knock, just ran up the stairs to your rescue, skipping two steps at a time. When he reached the top, you weren’t waiting for him. You were sitting across from Johnny, in silence. Before Haechan arrived, Johnny asked you if you knew what you were doing. He was polite, but there was an edge to his voice. You knew he wanted to curse you out, to make sure you knew he wasn’t happy with you. You weren’t using your brain, truthfully. You were using other parts of your body until those were used up, and then, lastly, you used your heart. You were still using your heart when Haechan entered the room. You could feel the tug in your chest when his eyes met yours. He had wanted to hug you and kiss you, but he decided to stand as far away from you as possible.

“This is my life,” Haechan said, his voice getting higher. “I don’t care what anyone has to say about how I live it. If I have to face the consequences, I will. Happily. ”

“It’s not just your life,” Johnny said. “You have twenty other people attached to what you do. Your consequences become our consequences. I wish it weren’t like that, Haechan, but it is.”

“Stop yelling.” you said.

You weren’t aware they weren’t yelling anymore. You looked up to see both Haechan and Johnny looking at you. Neither had paid attention to you since they started talking about the scandal. You were just another piece of furniture in the room, another box full of junk.

“I hate this.” you said.

You erased the unsent message and placed Johnny’s phone on the couch cushion next to you. Somehow, you had found your way to the couch, but you didn’t remember how, or when. You were moving through life feeling as if your body and mind were separated. With both boys attention on you, you felt too seen, too spread out . You stood and paced around the room until you found yourself beside Haechan, your arm brushing against his.

“It was stupid,” Johnny said. “You both know that.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t care.” Haechan said.

“Please,” you interjected. “Please, stop. This isn’t solving anything. Haechan and I are both adults. We entered a relationship knowing what we were doing. We didn’t need permission from anyone. “

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell Johnny.” Haechan said.

Johnny lowered his head. “Your relationship can’t happen. We can save this. We’ll tell them that you were just going on a date and that will be it. It didn’t work out. You decided you weren’t ready for a relationship. They can have the full press release, if they want. They’ll paint a nicer picture if you let them have control. As long as they don’t release all the pictures from last night, it will be fine.”

“A date back to his dorm?” you asked. “We were all over each other in those pictures. They’re not going to believe that story. They’ll want more. They’ll keep wanting more.”

“Not everything is how it appears,” Johnny said. “Everyone will deduce what they want.”

“We fucked on his bed,” you said. “We almost fucked on yours, too.”

“Baby.” Haechan warned.

Johnny looked at Haechan like he was going to kill him. It was a low blow, you knew, but you felt helpless. You didn’t like lying, you didn’t want to pretend you didn’t like Haechan any longer, and you weren’t ready to let him go. The apologetic look on your face should have been enough to tame Johnny, but he stood up and groaned.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “Johnny, all the times I’ve met you, I’ve always liked you. You have a good head on your shoulders. I trust you. I know Haechan does, too, but I think this is where we have to stop listening to other people and start listening to ourselves. I don’t feel comfortable giving those assholes any piece of my life.”

Johnny shook his head. “And if it affects his career? What then? If you don’t care about his brothers, care about him.”

“Johnny,” Haechan said. “Don’t speak to her like that.”

The anger dripping from Haechan’s voice made your head snap right. He reached for your hand and held it, his fingers clasping tightly around yours. Haechan stood firm, his chin jutted outwards, and his chest puffed out in a display of bravery. He looked silly standing up to someone so much bigger than him, but your heart swelled with pride.

“I’m sorry,” Johnny apologized.” This situation is fucked up. I’m stressed out. It will look bad if it’s done any other way. If you tell them to fuck off, those pictures will be released. Whether you like it or not, they’ll hold this over your heads for a long time, and it will all be perfectly legal.”

Johnny sat back down. Haechan’s grip on your hand relaxed a little. The three of you were in complete silence for a few moments, each thinking of what conclusion seemed to fit best. When neither man spoke, you licked your dry lips and tried to take your best shot at making a logical choice.

“What if we just came clean about everything?” you said. “ On our own terms, I mean. Haechan could release his own statement through the company. Would that be too crazy at this stage of his career?”

“Yes.” Johnny said.

“Yes.” Haechan agreed.

“But that’s the only sane alternative,” you said. “Pretending we’re nothing won’t make people back down. We’re not breaking up. We’ll never be able to step foot publicly again, not even for late night walks to see each other. I refuse to live like that, Donghyuck. If the pictures will come out anyway, we might as well be truthful about them. Unless you want to break up with me right here, right now, what choice do we have? "

“They don’t know everything,” Haechan said. “They can’t threaten us.”

“We don’t know how much they know,” Johnny said. He looked at you, his face warm and inviting. “Knowing them, they’ll have your whole background by now. The world will want to know who you are, what you do, why he chose you. You’ll be compared to other people and ripped to shreds, all because you didn’t give them the story first. They’ll start to question every intimate part of your relationship and will actively try to destroy it. Are you ready for that? Are you ready for people you thought were your friends to sell your secrets? Haechan, are you ready for people to turn on you?”

“Maybe they won’t,” Haechan said. “Our fans love us. They love me. They’ll understand. ”

“Haechan, your optimism can’t save everything, “ Johnny said. “ As much as our fans wish us the best, there are people out there who do not. We can’t forget that.”

“I know.” Haechan said.

You used your free hand to rub your face. You should have woken up today feeling happiness, from your head to the tips of your toes. You looked over at Haechan. He looked younger when he was stressed, his cheeks full, and his eyes puffy. Feeling your gaze, he looked over and gave you a tight smile. That smile could keep you holding on for a long time, you realized. When you both turned your attention back to Johnny, for the first time, you could see him trying to understand what the two of you were doing together. His sympathetic gaze was real, and it kept you clinging to tiny shards of hope.

“Help me understand,” Johnny said. “I knew something was going on when you didn’t go on the date, Haechan. She was perfectly your type. I thought there was someone else, a little crush you weren’t telling me about, but I didn’t think it was her. When I saw you together last night, I knew trouble was coming.”

“Trouble?” you asked, the word slipping from your mouth like a swear word.

“I love her,” Haechan said. “It wasn’t supposed to happen, but you know me, I never do what I’m supposed to do.”

“And you would risk it all, Haechan?” Johnny asked. “For her?”

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here,” you said. “For fucks sake.”

“Yes,” Haechan answered, his words coinciding with your own.

“I wouldn’t let him do that,” you said. “Believe or not, his career is important to me. I do care about all of you, too. I don’t want any negative press, especially any that is caused by me.”

“That wouldn’t be your choice.” Haechan said.

Johnny laughed. There was no humor, only emptiness. “If you say that you’re not dating exclusively, and that you broke up, you might avoid all of that. Look at other couples who have done it. ”

“Yeah?” you asked. “Do you think any of them are happy?”

“Do you think you will be happy once you lose your job?” Johnny asked.” Last I heard, fucking a fellow employee isn’t exactly appropriate. Losing your job would be kinder than everything else that’s at stake. For all of us.”

"All I want is to be happy,” you whispered. “Why is that so bad, Johnny?”

“It’s selfish.” Johnny said.

Haechan let go of your hand. Everything happened in a flash. He moved across the room and kicked down the boxes that were stacked. Releasing his anger on the cardboard didn’t help, so he started punching your wall. The screams that came out of his mouth were desperate and raw. You ran to him, tears in your eyes, your hands reaching out for him the moment he stopped. He let you hold his bruised knuckles in your hand. Johnny hovered behind you, his eyes assessing the damage. You cupped Haechan’s sweaty face and kissed the tip of his red nose.

“He has to get that checked out,” Johnny said. He checked his watch and cursed under his breath. “Fuck. We have to go. We’re late for our schedule. We’ll talk about this later.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Haechan said. “I’m staying right here until this is solved.”

“Haechan.” Johnny said, the authority in his voice not fazing Haechan one bit.

You turned to Johnny. “Get out. I mean, give us a moment, please.”

Reluctantly, Johnny left your apartment. You waited until his heavy footsteps were down your stairs until you kissed Haechan. You ran your fingers through his hair, resting your hand on the back of his neck. You tried looking into his eyes, but they were glossy and unfocused.

“You have to go,” you said. “Treat your hand, go to your schedule, and I will talk to you later. We don’t have to make a decision right now. We have a little time.”

“No.”

“Haechan, please.”

“No.”

You breathed deeply. When you exhaled, Haechan’s lips were on yours. He pushed you against the same wall he had punched. You accepted his love and held him in your arms, your fingers roaming up his sweaty back. He cried, his body shaking with sobs. You kept trying to calm him down with kisses, with strokes, and with soft words, but nothing worked. He let himself go, crying out everything in one long breath. When he was done, he rested his forehead on your shoulder, his body exhausted. You had never witnessed him cry like that, and it scared you more than anything.

“No.” Haechan said one last time.

In the beginning of your relationship, sometime in the first two weeks, you and Haechan used to talk about what would happen if you were ever caught. Once, you came close to it when Renjun walked into a room unannounced. You and Haechan were making out, your hands getting well acquainted with each other's bodies. You were planning on getting down on your knees and sucking the life out of him, when Renjun walked in and saw both of you. Haechan pulled away from you in a flash, turning around to address Renjun and blocking you from view as best as he could. You stood in place, your lips swollen from his kiss, and your t-shirt stuck underneath the wire of your bra. It all happened so quickly that you didn’t have time to cover yourself. You thought it was all over then, that you would have to give him up, but Haechan saved the day.

“This isn't the dance practice room.” Haechan said casually.

He threw his arm around Renjun and guided him out of the room. Neither man looked back at you, and according to Haechan, Renjun never asked what the two of you were doing in the room. It was easy for Haechan to believe in his friends stupidity, but you knew what kind of person Renjun was. He was too intelligent not to know what was going on. Renjun ignoring what was going on was a choice.

So, when you had the conversation about what would happen if people found out, Haechan again, found it easy to believe in the best outcome. In the beginning, you found his optimism endearing. As you had gotten to know him, the way he took nothing seriously infuriated you.

“No one will ever find out,” he had said. “I’m invincible. “

Getting to know him even better meant knowing Haechan’s cockiness about the possibility of being caught was fake. Deep down, Haechan was nervous about his members, his friends and fans finding out. He disappeared for too long at times, he always smelled like your perfume when he came home, and he was beginning to divert every strain of his attention in your direction. It was amazing that no one called him out for months, and that it took a team of strangers to do it first.

There was never any plan in place because you thought you never needed one. Haechan had convinced you of that over time, or maybe you were just blinded by love so deeply that you forgot about the repercussions. Or, like Renjun, maybe it was your choice. You liked him so much that you didn’t care if someone caught you or not.

If it were up to you and only you, you would give the world the truth. You would publish the pictures yourself, complete with a statement about how things were going to progress. You would not be afraid to live your life. Haechan would not be bullied into leaving the group, and he would not cower under pressure from the public, or the media. Although it was easy for you to come to this awareness, it was much harder when you weren’t the public figure in question. You could easily scrape by, maybe deal with a little bullying about your past pictures on social media, your weight, and strangers questioning your intentions towards their idol boyfriend. You could tune it all out and live in bliss. It was Haechan who would feel most of the blow back, and when you thought about how much you truly did care for him, you didn’t want him to go through all that.

After Johnny and Haechan left, you laid on your bed and thought about the smartest decision. You considered calling Renjun and asking his advice, but you weren’t comfortable with dragging more people into the mix. Instead, your anxiety was making up story lines that didn’t exist in your timeline. You felt guilty for bringing him into your life, for wanting him so badly that you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself. You even entertained the idea of breaking up with him for his benefit. You didn’t mean it, and it wouldn’t be easy to hurt yourself again, but you could save Haechan and the twenty other men standing behind him.

You pulled out your phone and tried texting Haechan, but he didn’t answer. You didn’t like not knowing what was going on. After he got his hand checked out, he sent you a picture of his bandaged fingers followed by a quick ‘I love you’. That was the last thing you heard from him. During schedules, you expected him to be busy, but time seemed so precious when an answer was needed before sundown.

You looked at your phone and counted down the hours until it was time to give an answer. You opened up your messages again and willed him to text you, to tell you which path he was going to choose. Around 4 p.m., Haechan finally texted:

Haechan: My hand really hurts.

You: Where have you been? I’ve been worried. Please talk to me.

Haechan: I’ll talk to you soon. I have to take care of some things first. I love you.

Haechan avoiding your pleas made you feel worse inside. You dropped your phone down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. You thought about if you were worth it or not. Maybe Haechan was deciding that you weren’t, and that’s why he couldn’t get back to you with an answer. If ghosting you was kinder, you couldn't blame him for it. The self-pity was pulling you to sleep, its sweltering hot arms crushing your ribs. You had nightmares about wandering the streets of the city, camera flashes blinding you, and hands pulling at your clothes. You called out Haechan’s name, but you couldn’t find him. You kept running and running through the throng of people, your hair flying in all directions, your body feeling like it was being torn apart. You woke up in a pool of your own sweat, your bedroom dark, and the only source of light coming from the street lamp outside. You checked your phone to see one new message.

Haechan: It’s over.

You stared at the message so long that the screen went black. You felt like you were going to be sick, felt like his words were a fist being shoved down your throat, ready to rip out your insides through your mouth. It’s over. You expected the break-up message, expected him to make the best choice for himself. You did not expect that you would feel completely broken inside by it. Before you could message him back, another message came through:

Haechan: I’ve never been more scared in my life.

You were getting ready to reply to his message, with all of your heart and tears, when you heard your front door open and the sound of the city curling itself up on your doormat. You sat up in bed and felt the hammering in your chest quicken, felt your mouth go dry. You heard his voice first, its high lilt drawing you in.

“I don’t want to do this anymore,” he called out. “I’m not sure my hand can take another beating. I’m not sure my heart can either.”

You got out of bed and ran out into your living room. Haechan had finally reached the top of your stairs. He was wearing one of his stage outfits underneath his jacket, having come right over after a performance. With a wave of his bandaged hand, he let out a little chuckle. You were confused, lost, and ready to cry.

“I think a part of me will always be so scared,” he said. “But I know you’re here with me. ”

Haechan touched his hand to his chest. The way he moved his hand made him wince in pain. You watched him look down at his feet and shake his head slowly. You knew he was having a moment to himself, a little sliver of time where he was willing the world to stop so that he could figure out which words to use.

“I know that everything is going to be okay.” he whispered.

Without meaning to ruin the moment, you looked at the clock. The deadline had come and gone, time having slipped away from you once more. Which decision did you make? Haechan followed your eyes and sighed. Looking back at him, you were surprised to see him smiling genuinely. Your eyes traced his teeth, the fullness of his lips.

“Can I tell you something?” he asked. “Every time I try to think of a different outcome, of things I would differently, I realize I don’t care. It’s always just been me and you, and I think it will be me and you for a long time.”

You walked into his arms, your body sinking into his like quicksand. Haechan kept his arms by his side and let you hold him, his nose breathing in your scent as if he were afraid he’d forget your smell. In the darkness of the apartment, it felt like the outside world did not exist. You pushed it away, pushed it back so far that its eyes couldn’t see either of you. There was no one waiting for you to respond, no hurt feelings, and no secrets. For the night, you were free. You held Haechan for awhile, basking in the quiet, your fingers moving up and down his spine.

“Tomorrow,” Haechan whispered, his lips by your ear. “The whole world will know about us.”

You pulled away and looked into his eyes. You needed to know if the decision he made was solely his. Haechan’s face gave away nothing, but the way his body was closed up with fear told you what you needed to know. You took his arms and wrapped them around your waist. You kissed his lips, pushing past them until you were inside of his mouth.

“Ahh,” Haechan said, his familiar cockiness briefly returning. “You can’t resist me.”

You laughed lightly. “ Can anyone? ”

“No,” he said, pleased with himself. “I don’t think they can.”

As if he were exhausted of holding it together all of the time, in the privacy of your space, Haechan let his shoulders roll back. The muscles in his face relaxed to reveal his boyish looks, and he allowed his hands to shake with fear, if that’s what they needed to do. He hung his head, let any tears race down his cheeks. You wanted to wipe them away and hear him talk about what happened, but he deserved to go through the motions. You would be there for him every step of the way.

“Do you want to know everything that happened? Haechan asked. He wiped his nose and sniffled.

“That conversation is for tomorrow,” you said. “All I need to know is that you’re happy.”

“I am,” he said,” I am happy now.”

Haechan took your hand and pulled you in the direction of your bedroom. Not for sex and not for talking. You laid down with him in the dark, your bodies next to each other, and your hearts beating in succession. As the clock ticked past midnight, Haechan reached for your arm to drape over his body. You held him more tightly than you had ever held him before. You kissed the back of his neck and smiled when he pulled away because it tickled. Listening to the sounds of him eventually falling asleep made you feel at peace. You only hoped his dreams were kind to him.

You woke up the next morning to Haechan snoring lightly beside you. You covered him with a blanket and kissed his cheek. Sleepily, you pulled yourself out of bed to look out of the window. The world outside was still and unassuming. You gave one last look at the life that granted you anonymity before turning back to the man you had fallen in love with.

You found out later that Taeyong made a deal with the people leaking the photos. As long as Taeyong showed up when they wanted him, the photos of you and Haechan would never be leaked. Haechan talked it over with his members, each one making it clear that, ultimately, they would support whatever decision he made regarding his personal life. On his own terms, Haechan decided to tell the world about your relationship. Though it scared you both, you knew you always had each other.

#haechan #nct #lee donghyuck #haechan smut #haechan angst #angst #nct smut #lee haechan smut #haechan fanfiction #nct fanfiction #nct angst #lee haechan #johnny #ayyy i finally finished and im glad it's overk jdsklfjsd #forgive mistakes i've been editing this bitch for 2 hours

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otome-writer51 · 4 years ago

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A Promising Embrace

Pairing: Nobuyuki x MC

Featuring Yukimura

Word Count: 2473

This is for the awesome gift exchange in the wonderful @voltage-vixen Kings of Paradise server!! My person was @meruchan!!! I had so much fun writing this story for you!!! I absolutely love these brothers so much!!! You are such an amazing, hard-working, talented, and beautiful human!!! I was so excited when I found out I got to write for you!!! I hope I did them justice and I hope you love it!!!

“No Yukimura, like this.” Chiding the younger Sanada, MC shook her head.

MC did not understand at all how she stumbled into her current position. Here she was in the kitchen teaching the virginal Yukimura how to chop vegetables.

Why would this strong, bashful samurai who has never cooked a day in his life; all of a sudden ask his sister-in-law to teach him how to cook? For that she has no answer.

“Oh, um… like this?” Yukimura asked, a scowl hardening his face as he vigorously mauled the vegetables. He was glaring at the vegetables as if they were an enemy soldier ready to meet their end by his mighty spear.

One could only assume as much as MC that he clearly was not used to the blade he held in his hand.

“No Yukimura you need to be gentle when you work with food.” MC chuckled and went to help the struggling man.

While she was most likely correct Yukimura had never cooked before, she could not explain why he was so angry at the vegetables. “Da…e.”

‘Hmm, It sounded like he said something.’ MC quickly brushed it off and moved to stand behind the large man. Placing her hands on Yukimura’s, she hoped to help him with his cooking

“See Yukimura you need to be gentle and precise. Cooking is not like the battlefield, you cannot be strong and wild in your movements.”

Guiding his hands, MC instructed Yukimura on how to properly cut vegetables. While sneaking in a little laugh at how red the poor man's face had become.

“A-am I-I doing… b-better.” Yukimura managed to squeak out. He was stuttering and blushing like a school boy as soon as MC put her hands on him.

Although, it did appear as though Yukimura was doing better with MC’s aid. But that was surprising, considering how much he was shaking from having a female touch him. His sister-in-law nonetheless.

“Ah yes! Yes you are! Good job Yukimura.” MC gave him her praise as she let go of his arms to get a better look at his work. It was definitely better, but could still use some work.

“Wow!” Yukimura exclaimed. “Surely if I have earned your praise MC it is only because you are such a great teacher.” A big bright smile replaced his blush as he looked at MC. No longer was he destroying the vegetables.

His smile was so infectious MC couldn’t help but smile herself. It always felt good to be complemented for something you love.

Reaching up to tussle his hair MC giggled. “Well with the right practice anyone can achieve anything. Just like you have Yukkins.”

“Gaaaah.” Yukimura’s blush returned to his face once more at that nickname.

Looking down, Yukimura went back to chopping his vegetables; trying to hide from MC’s gaze.

Giggling at his adorable shyness, MC went to start her own preparations for dinner. Wondering what exactly her love could be in the mood for tonight.

“Yukimura you surely will never find a wife if you still blush like a boy at a silly little name.” A certain someone said from the doorway.

“Nobuyuki!” “Brother!” MC and Yukimura spoke in unison. They both turned to see Nobuyuki enter the kitchen.

With joy alighting her face as he came closer to her, MC allowed Nobuyuki to pull her close. “See Yukimura it is not so bad to touch a woman.” Nobuyuki smirked at his little brother. Hoping one of these days he could finally shed his bashful tendencies.

“B-Brother!!” Yukimura shouted at seeing Nobuyuki and MC so close together, with no care for others that may see. The crimson staining his face had not been deeper today than it was now.

Chuckling at her brother-in-laws peachy cheeks, MC added, “He’s not wrong Yukimura. It is perfectly normal for a man and woman in love to be so close.” MC rested her head on her love's shoulder. “You’ll never find a woman if you can’t manage at least this much.”

“You too MC.” Yukimura sighed, looking down again to hide his cheeks; knowing he couldn’t win against the duo in front of him.

“She’s right Yukimura and you know it.” An evil light sparked in the older Sanada’s eye. “If you were a real man you could even do this.” Yukimura’s head perked up just in time to see his brother's lips meet MC’s.

“Gaaaah, BROTHER!!” Yukimura shouted at the top of his lungs, his blush now stained his head all the way up to the tips of his ears. He did not know what to do or where to look, so he covered his eyes with his hands.

Chuckling as he broke away from their kiss Nobuyuki chided his brother, “Calm down Yukimura. It is just a little kiss.”

But poor Yukkins was having none of it. “No!! It is not, how could you just do that? W-with me r-right HERE!!” Turning around Yukimura sprinted out of the room, tripping in his haste to escape.

“W-wait Yukimura!!” MC yelled after the blushing mess of a man. “We’re not done cooking yet.” She reached out to try and stop him; but Yukimura was already out of the kitchen before MC even took two steps.

“Haha, he never changes does he!?” Nobuyuki laughed loudly, amused by his little brother’s usual antics. But in his amusement he was oblivious to his wife’s saddened state.

“Now who's going to help me cook.” MC sighed, disheartened.

No one was around to help her prepare dinner. She was grateful that Yukimura took such a sudden interest in cooking; even if he was a little rough around the edges. But now her helper was gone.

Taking note of MC’s predicament Nobuyuki made an offer to his wife. “I might not be as lively as Yukimura, but I could help you if you want.” Nobuyuki took MC’s hand. “You would need to teach me though.”

“Really, you would help me?” MC looked up at her husband in surprise. “You’re willing to learn?”

Smiling at MC, Nobuyuki said, “Of course I will; I would do anything for you. I am actually quite interested in learning the trade myself as well.”

“Okay!!” MC smiled brightly, excited to teach her husband how to cook. She grabbed Nobuyuki’s hand, and guided him over to where Yukimura and her had stood before.

Handing Nobuyuki a knife and taking one into her own hands she proceeded to explain to her husband how to properly chop the vegetables. Hoping that he will be at least somewhat better than Yukimura.

“Like I told your silly brother earlier, you need to be gentle and precise when working in the kitchen.” MC explained to Nobuyuki, while demonstrating with her vegetables.

“Okay, now you try.” MC said to her husband.

Nobuyuki smiled, “Yes, sensei.” MC giggled, and he went to work with the destroyed vegetables in front of him. He was more than sure that these were the ones Yukimura was working with earlier.

“You’re doing so good Nobuyuki!” MC praised her love for his skill. “A lot better than Yukimura, might I add.” Chuckling at her own joke, MC felt confident enough in Nobuyuki, so she went back to her own task at hand.

Nobuyuki didn’t seem as sure of his skill as his wife had. “Are you sure MC? I don’t think I’m doing that well.”

“Of course, you were cutting them right when I watched you. The pieces are even; you’re doing a good job fixing the ones Yukimura worked with.” MC walked back over to Nobuyuki to see how he was doing.

“Really I still think I could use some help.” Nobuyuki said, glancing at MC. “I don’t think I’m cutting them right.”

MC looked at Nobuyuki baffled. “What are you talking about, these look great!” She could not understand why he thought he was doing so bad.

‘He was doing really good actually, and for his first time too,’ MC thought.

“I just think I could be doing a lot better, see.” Nobuyuki said to MC, saying once more that he thought he was doing bad. Furrowing his brow Nobuyuki tried to make it look like he was struggling, mis-cutting the vegetables on purpose.

MC took note of this change and said, “Now why are you doing that? You were cutting them just fine a moment ago.” Nobuyuki was always very hard to read. MC had no clue what could possibly be going through her husband's mind at the moment.

“No, I was always cutting them like this. I need some more help MC, please.” Nobuyuki insisted, to his wife again. He even said please this time.

While MC was busy trying to figure out her husband's motives, Nobuyuki said, “I think it would really help me if you assisted me like you did Yukimura.” He was now looking directly at MC.

“Oh!” MC exclaimed, realization blossoming across her face. ‘So the truth comes out, huh.’ A grin was trying to spread across MC’s face, but she kept it in.

Nobuyuki looked away from MC, instead he looked back down at his vegetables. “Fine, if you don’t think I need help then I'll do it myself.” In what almost sounded like a pout Nobuyuki began cutting again, avoiding MC’s gaze.

Now that her husband was no longer looking at her face, MC let her sly smirk grace her lips. Giggling at her adorable husband she moved to stand behind him. Grabbing both of his busy hands MC began to offer him the “aid he so desperately needed.”

“Huh,” letting out the tiniest of gasps at MC’s sudden touch Nobuyuki quickly composed himself, and looked back at his wife. “I thought I didn’t need any help?” He said in a voice with undertones of an attitude.

MC looked at him, questioning his tone of voice. “Do you want my help or not?” She answered Nobuyuki with the same tone he used with her.

Nobuyuki was a little caught off guard. When he didn’t answer MC decided to pull away until he responded so fast MC almost missed what he said. “Yes I do need your help.”

“Really,” MC said to her husband. Moving back to grasp his hands once more, MC quickly started instructing Nobuyuki with both her words and movements. “You should cut more like this. Remember what I said, you need to be precise.”

“Precise, okay! So more like this.” At that moment Nobuyuki’s movements became as fluid as they were before. He seemed very proud of his work now that he had MC’s help.

“Yes, just like that honey!” Nobuyuki smiled brightly at MC’s praise this time; even though the vegetables he cut look just like they did the first time.

Nobuyuki was much more pleased with himself now that MC was “helping” him, and she could tell. “See I told you! All I needed was your help.”

‘Yep, all you needed was my help.’ MC couldn’t keep her giggle suppressed. When she let it out she let go of Nobuyuki’s hands, wrapping them around his waist instead to squeeze him tight.

Nobuyuki looked at her questioningly. “What is it MC?” He couldn’t see her face because she buried it in the crook of his neck, but he could tell something was up.

When MC looked up again she reached up to plant a kiss right on Nobuyuki’s cheek.”How about next time you’re jealous of your little brother you just tell me.” Giggling, this time she kissed his lips.

With a blush quickly creeping up on his face, Nobuyuki denied it almost instantly. “I was not jealous of Yukimura.” He set the knife down so he could turn around and look at MC.

“Oh really!? Then why did you ask me to help you the same way I helped Yukimura when you clearly did not need it?” Smirking at him, MC wrapped her arms around him once more.

“I did need it, you saw how I was cutting the vegetables. It was horrendous.” Nobuyuki responded to his wife, who clearly had caught on to his little ruse. He wasn’t going to let her know that though.

MC’s smirk got even wider when she delivered the final blow. “You mean when you purposefully started horrendously cutting the vegetables so I would help you!”

Like a deer caught in the headlights Nobuyuki froze. He did not have a comeback for what MC just said. For if she noticed that little detail, then he clearly was outed a long time ago. While he knew it was best to just give up the act, Nobuyuki wasn’t going to come clean that easily.

“Come on Nobu just admit it. Admit you were jea-mmph!” Nobuyuki cut MC off with a passionate kiss right on her lips. Relaxing into the kiss MC decided to wait until he was done.

Pulling back finally, MC was gasping for air, while Nobuyuki rested his forehead against hers. “That was low. You can't just kiss me like that when you know I’m about to catch you in your little game.”

Chuckling Nobuyuki gave MC another little peck before saying, “If what I did was low then what you did was lower. You know it’s not good for a man's pride to admit he was jealous. Especially if the man he was jealous of was his little brother; who also happens to be your brother-in-law MC.”

Shocked that her clever and sneaky Nobuyuki admitted to that so easily, MC was at a loss for words. Instead she opted to return the favor, and once again the two were locked in a heated kiss.

It was only after they broke away the second time that Nobuyuki truly accepted his wife caught on to his ruse. “Promise me that you’ll save the warmth of these arms just for me. Even if the man is Yukimura, these arms belong to me.” Nobuyuki gave a self-depreciating chuckle. “I’d like to keep everything about you just for myself.”

“Nobu,” smiling at her husband’s adorable confession MC gave Nobuyuki another peck. “You know I’m yours Nobuyuki. No one could ever take me away from you, not even Yukimura. Even if it is a little silly for you to be jealous of Yukimura, just know that it made me so happy. To know that you love me so much brings me so much joy.”

Tightening her embrace MC promised. “You are my everything and I am yours. My mornings, days, and nights are all yours. Every part of me belongs to you, in this life and more.” With one final peck, MC sealed her promise, “I love you Nobuyuki.”

With a final kiss from Nobuyuki and a strong embrace, the two stayed like that for the rest of the day. Smiling back at his wife it was his turn to say, “I love you MC, so much more.”

#samurai love ballad party #nobuyuki #yukimura #slbp yukimura #slbp nobuyuki #slbp #slbp fanfic #love 365 #love 365 find your story #l365

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merakiaes · 5 years ago

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I’ll Never Leave You - Finn Shelby

Pairing: Finn Shelby x reader

Requested: Yes.

Prompts: None.

Warnings/notes: Angst. I wanted to have a fairly happy ending so I hope that’s okay and that it’s enough angst. It’s been a while since I wrote oneshots now so I hope it doesn’t totally suck xD Thanks for requesting!

Wordcount: 3031

Summary: You find out you’re pregnant with Finn’s baby.

You didn’t know how it happened. Or well, of course you did. Everyone knew how babies were made. But you didn’t know how you could have let it happen.

You were only seventeen, and Finn as well. He was a Shelby, part of the Peaky Blinders. That was no life you wanted to bring a child into. How could you? The two of you barely even knew how to take care of yourselves and the family you already had. How would you be able to raise a child when you were still children yourselves?

You had been stupid, not thinking of the risks that came with fooling around. But you were both overly hormonal teenagers, with the need to take out your built up frustrations and act out to get the attention from your respective families that you so desperately craved.

When caught in the heat of the moment, quite literally, all you could think about was each other and the way your bodies would feel when they pressed together and made love.

You were stupid. So, so stupid. You should have been more careful. It may have taken two to tango, but this was more your fault than Finn’s.

Men weren’t exactly known to care much about safety, no matter if it was regarding violence or intimate relations.

You were the one who should have been more cautious, maybe not open your legs to him the second he came begging. God, you were such a whore. Such a filthy, easy whore, and now it had come back to haunt you.

You needed your parents. You needed to feel your mother’s arms around you, hear her voice whispering into your hair that everything was going to be alright, that you would all get through it by sticking together.

But you couldn’t. You couldn’t tell them, as they thought you had stopped seeing Finn months ago per their request, the two fearing for the safety of their daughter thanks to the line of work his entire family was involved in.

You hadn’t listened to them, of course. You were in love. Silly girl, you were.

The only time you could have gone to your parents, was if you were going to agree to get rid of it. The life growing inside of you.

But you had known, already before starting to be intimate with Finn, that if you should ever fall pregnant, you would never have the heart to get rid of the life you and him had created. It would absolutely crush you; just the thought of it did.

This was why you always stressed to him how important it was that you were careful, but he always waved it off, telling you not to worry, that the pullout method was safe. Of course he did, seeing as that’s what he honestly believed, his brothers having told it to him more times than he could count.

“If you pull out before you… you know, you won’t be knocking no girl up.”

Yeah, right. What a load of horsecrap.

You should have been more careful. You shouldn’t have opened your legs to him as easily as you did. You weren’t no common whore. But he was just so irresistible. So charming, so cheeky; and so immature.

And now you had to figure out a way to tell that immature boy that you were carrying his child.

You had never been as petrified in your life, as when the nurse had told you the news after you had sought help in the local hospital for the morning sickness that had been sticking with you for the past three weeks.

How had you not seen the signs? It was all there. The sickness, the moodswings, the sudden cravings for bread dipped in melted chocolate. The only thing that wasn’t there, was your period, which should have gotten your eyes open more than anything.

But no. You were just a naïve, silly little girl. Thankfully, your parents were just as naïve, looking past your sudden outbursts and growing appetite.

The second your foot stepped into the mud outside the hospital, your legs set off down the street, tears already freefalling down your rosy cheeks and chest heaving up and down rapidly as you panicked.

The chilly air nipped at your skin and pulled at your clothes as you ran, forcing you to hug your coat tighter around your body.

You needed your mother, so bad. But you knew you couldn’t go there. You loved her, but when it came to getting her way, she could be a horribly nasty woman, and you knew for a certainty that she wouldn’t want you to keep the baby.

So, almost out of instinct, you opted for the second closest you had to a mother.

You didn’t even waste time to knock at the door before letting yourself into the small house, knowing that none of the Shelby brothers would be home as they were currently at the Garrison, Finn included.

As you rushed inside, you almost knocked over a vase, catching it just in time before it fell of the table it was standing on, but the sound of your leg knocking into the table was enough to draw out the attention of Polly, the woman coming rushing into the room only seconds later.

“What are you boys doing now, eh? What have I told you about making a m-“

She stopped in her tracks as her eyes landed on his nephew’s girlfriend.

You hadn’t seen any of the Shelbys for weeks, your parents having forbidden it. All of them knew, however, that you had still been seeing Finn behind their backs, the boy always sneaking out of the house when he thought they didn’t notice.

And as Polly hadn’t seen you in weeks, either, she instantly saw the difference in your appearance and understood what was wrong when her eyes roamed from your crying, panicked face, to your slightly swollen bosoms and stomach, putting two and two together without much struggle.

“Oh, shit.” She swore, not even trying to hide the frustration as she let out a sigh.

This, however, only caused you to grow even more panicked, reality really sinking in when seeing the disapproving and frustrated expression pulling over Polly’s face, breaking into a loud set of sobs as you slowly began sinking to the floor, back leaned against a wall.

Polly instantly sprung to action, running up to you and catching your body in her arms before you fell and hurt yourself, sinking with you to the floor.

“There, there.” She hushed you, stroking your hair and holding you tight as you pressed your face into her chest.

Your heart was beating faster than it ever had before, thumping so violently against your rib cage that it actually hurt. Or maybe the pain came from the lack of oxygen, as your face was pressed into Polly’s chest and sobs were shaking your body, not leaving any time for you to breath.

Noticing that you were completely out of it, hyperventilating, Polly adjusted your head so that you wouldn’t be suffocated by her dress anymore, stroking your back in a soothing manner.

“Breath, (Y/N). There’s a good girl. Breath.” She comforted, eyes staring into the wall in front of her as she held you. “Have you told your parents?” She questioned, noticing immediately that it was too soon, as you broke into another cry.

“No. I can’t. They’re going to disown me. They’re going to hate me. What if they make me get rid of it? I don’t want to get rid of it, Polly.”

Polly’s heart broke for the young girl. Despite knowing this was really not the time nor place to have a baby, especially not at such a young age, she knew all too well the feelings you must have been feeling in that moment, having been there more times herself than she would like to admit.

“You don’t have to worry about that, love.” She shushed you, rocking you back and forth gently. “You’re a Shelby now. Have been since you first waltzed in here on Finn’s arm and called John a man-whore. That’s a true fucking Shelby, right there.”

You let out a loud laugh at that, but the brief moment of happiness was gone just as quickly, the sobbing falling from your lips never ceasing.

“What if they want me to get rid of it? What if Finn does? You’ve seen how they’ve been pushing him around lately. He’s not the same as he was before. What if he leaves me? Oh God, he’s going to leave me, isn’t he? I don’t want this, Polly. Make it stop. Please, just make it stop.”

Polly hugged you closer to her chest as your crying intensified, letting out a sound of pity. “Oh, darling. He might not be the same shy boy that he was when you first met him, but that boy is absolutely head over heels for you. He would never leave you.”

But with the state you were currently in, her comforting words only went right out your head again. “He’s going to leave me. He’s going to leave me.” You kept chanting, voice growing quieter after the first few times as you cried.

You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Your hands were lying limp in your lap, shaking like the rest of your body as you kept sobbing in a way that would break even the coldest of hearts.

Ever since you were first introduced to the Shelby family by Finn, Polly had known you as the strong girl who never took any shit from anyone.

You were the girl who broke a man’s fingers when he tried to cup a feel, the girl who slapped Finn so hard he fell to the ground when he would step out of line during an argument and call you a bitch. You were the girl who wasn’t scared of Thomas Shelby, or anyone for that matter. The girl who mas more a Shelby than the actual Shelbys themselves.

Not once had she seen you break down like this before. You hadn’t shed a single tear when they had plucked a shard of glass from your back the year before, when you had gotten caught in the middle of a bar brawl. You hadn’t flinched when Tommy had tried frying you the first time you met the family.

The only time she had actually seen you cry, was the time you found out Finn’s brothers had arranged for him to lose his virginity to a whore, an offer you later found out he had denied out of love and loyalty to you. But even then, it hadn’t been close to this.

It was truly breaking her heart seeing you in such a state, forcing her to squeeze her eyes shut briefly as this whole situation just hit too close to home.

Before either of you could speak another word, however, the front door was slammed open only a few meters away from where you were sitting, loud laughter and yelling instantly filling the air.

Polly wasted no time in pulling you closer, trying to shield your face with her arm as you kept crying, barely even noticing their arrival despite the ruckus they brought with them.

“Out, the lot of you!” She yelled before they’d even noticed you, causing all of them to grow quiet upon entering, all of their eyes landing on your body shaking and sobbing in their aunt’s arms.

Finn, who had been the first to enter with Tommy at his side, instantly moved forward. “(Y/N)? Aunt Poll, what’s happened? (Y/N)?” His face grew panicked the second he laid eyes on his girlfriend, his every cell just screaming at him to go over and comfort her, hold her in his arms.

But before he could take another step forward, Tommy had grabbed ahold of his arm, trying to tug him back outside.

“Come on Finny boy, let’s go for a walk, eh?” He grabbed his neck, trying to turn him around, but although not even half as strong as his older brother, he managed to rip himself out of his grip with fast movements, and when John and Arthur also entered, catching sight of the crying girl, they practically threw the whole “leave”-idea out the window, instantly going into protective mode.

“What the ‘ell is goin’ on ‘ere?” Arthurs loud voice bellowed through the air, eyes turning furious at the sight of your state, looking between you and his aunt who only glared at him.

John stepped forward before Polly had even gotten a word in edgewise, however, already pulling a revolver out of the waistband of his trousers. “Who hurt her? What’s happened?

“I swear I will cut them. Whoever they are, whatever they’ve done.” Arthur joined in again, both of the boys pulling of their hats, razor blades in the ready.

By now, Finn had managed to get into the room, rushing over to his girlfriend’s side despite the harsh glare sent his way by his aunt, Tommy stepping forward, too. “What’s happened, aunt Poll? Is she hurt?”

“No, she’s not hurt, you daft idiot.” She snapped. “Everyone but Finn, out.”

No one made a move to leave, causing her to whip her head back to face them, and with a single look, they all went stumbling back out the door, hurrying to get away from their aunt’s wrath.

Once the front door was once again closed, protecting you from prying ears, Finn wasted no time in reaching out and touching your shoulder. “(Y/N)?”

But you just flinched, holding on to Poll for dear life as they made a silent attempt to transfer you into his arms. You didn’t want to look at him. You didn’t want him to look at you. Not in the state you were currently in.

Finn sadly pulled back his hand, heartbroken about the way you had flinched away from his touch. You never did that. You always let him hold you in your times of need. So what was different this time?

Polly gave him a look. “She’s pregnant, Finn. I thought I told you not to fool around, you stupid boy.” She scolded him, scoffing disapprovingly, which only made you cry harder, causing her to sigh.

All color was drained from Finn’s face at her words, feeling as if the blood froze to ice in his veins. “But I- I-“

“Pulled out?” Polly raised an eyebrow, getting her answer when Finn’s cheeks flushed red. “You don’t honestly believe it’s that simple, do you? Just look at your brother for fuck’s sake. He had four children before he even turned twenty.”

“I-“ He was speechless, eyes wide with fear and panic, the feeling you were currently feeling slowly creeping up on him too.

Polly looked down at you quickly, mumbling into your hair. “You have to talk to him, darling. It’ll be alright. You’ll see. Come on.” She mumbled so that only she could hear, and finally, you let go of her and let her pass you over to Finn, who wasted no time in taking you into his arms.

As Polly stood up and slipped out of the house, grabbing her coat on the way and without a doubt going to tell his brothers about the news, you simply sobbed into Finn’s chest.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Finn. Please don’t leave me.”

He held you close to his chest, heart thundering with panic, but keeping the calm front for your sake. “I would never leave you, love. We can just get rid of it, right? It will be as if nothing ever happened.”

You hurried to push away from him at that, at this point not even caring if he saw your tear streaked face. “That’s just the thing, though, innit, Finn?” You yelled, crying. “I don’t want to get rid of it. You know I would never do that.”

He flinched at the crack in your voice and the sight of your red, swollen eyes. His hands automatically went out to cradle your cheeks, the guilt already forming inside him. “I know, I know. I don’t know why I said that. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want to get rid of it, Finn. Please don’t make me.” You cried, slowly sinking back into his embrace.

“I won’t.” He assured you shakily. “I promise I won’t.”

You sobbed, hand instinctively going to your belly. “How are we going to do this? We’re only seventeen. I can’t even cook properly without burning the house down. How am I going to take care of a baby?”

He chuckled carefully, bringing your face up to his and gazing at you softly. “I’ll do the cooking then, yeah?” He used his thumb to wipe away the tears running down your cheeks, but they just kept coming, causing him to frown. “Please, don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry.” You sobbed again, squeezing your eyes shut in a desperate attempt to stop crying, but you couldn’t, the panic once again rising up inside of you. “I’m just so scared. I don’t want you to leave me. I l love you so much.”

“Look at me.” He ordered, to which you only shook your head, trying to look to the side. He repeated himself and used his hands to turn your head back to face him, putting his forehead against yours. “I would never leave you, you hear me? You’re my everything. The only one who keeps me sane. We’ll get through this together, alright?”

You sobbed, nodding slowly.

“Say it, (Y/N). Let me know you understand.”

Nodding again, you spoke shakily. “We’ll get through it. Together.”

“That’s right.” He offered you a smile, nodding his head. “I’ll never leave you.” He repeated, pulling you back into his chest, the two of you just sitting there in silence after that, the only sound in the house being your sobbing as he let you cry the panic out, his arms holding you close to him the entire time.

And that’s how you knew you were going to be alright; as long as you stuck together, like Shelbys always had.

#peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder headcanon #peaky blinders #finn shelby x reader #finn shelby #finn shelby imagine #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby x reader #polly gray

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haledamage · 4 years ago

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OC Questionnaire

I was tagged by @actualanxiousswampwitch and not so much tagged as challenged by @queen-scribbles :P

I am tagging/challenging you both back if you have more OCs you want to talk about, plus anyone else who has an OC you want to talk about! really, I want to know about your muses, please share them with me <3

I decided to go with Lexi from Mind Blind because she’s currently my most vocal muse, as well as Ari because I realized I’ve never done one of these for her? not sure how that happened

Lexi Wiseman

GENERAL

name: Alexandria Jane Wiseman

alias(es): Lexi, Lex, Button, Cadet Wiseman

gender: cis female

age: 20

place of birth: Chicago, Illinois

spoken languages: English, sarcasm, probably some coding language? took Spanish and German in high school, but really only remembers how to count to ten and ask where the library is

sexual orientation: bi bi bi

occupation: student at Unity’s Aeon Academy

APPEARANCE

eye colour: hazel

hair colour: brown

height: 5′8”

scars: not any major ones? She scars really easy, so even little things like paper cuts leave a scar, but except for things like that and old scars from scraped knees and elbows as a kid, Lexi doesn’t really have any scars worth mentioning. (or as Lex would say, “my scars are all mental ;)”)

burns: not really many burn scars either. a small and perfectly circular one on the inside of her right ring finger (accidentally bumped into the lit end of a cigarette), a faded line on her right calf from grazing the exhaust pipe of a motorcycle, but that’s really it

overweight: No

underweight: No

FAVOURITE

colour: green, especially darker ones like hunter green or forest green

music genre: loves music, all kinds. most of the covers she does are older pop songs, the songs that have made it into the collective consciousness, but she will listen to or sing anything :)

movie genre: action. loves a superhero movie and not afraid to admit it.

tv show: don’t think she’s much of a tv person. more likely listens to podcasts or watches twitch streams/youtube shows. I feel like she’d be a big Buzzfeed Unsolved fan. occasionally enjoys a cooking competition show like Chopped or Iron Chef, something you can enjoy without having to commit to it. Watches them with Nick because his commentary is the best part.

pastime: music (plays guitar and piano/keyboard, and knows her way around a sampler/MIDI controller), video games (especially fps, co-op or team-based online games preferred)

food: anything Nick cooks, but especially cinnamon pumpkin cookies

drink: cherry coke, sweet iced tea, iced white mocha

book: she’s not a really big reader (not that she doesn’t enjoy it, she just has other ways she’d rather spend her time), but she’ll read just about anything on the occasion she has time to. adventure, romance, mystery, poetry, whatever. really enjoys sci-fi especially, and comic books!

HAVE THEY

passed university: she didn’t go to college per se, since Aeon isn’t technically a college so much as a very particular and multi-year job training course, but she took a few courses at the local community college. Computer programming, music theory, whatever struck her fancy. Probably found something weird that she’ll never need in real life just for the hell of it.

had sex: no

had sex in public: no

gotten pregnant: no

kissed a boy: yes

kissed a girl: yes

gotten tattoos: no, but she wants one. eventually. once she settles on a design

had a broken heart: sure, in lots of different ways. the situation with her mom could certainly be considered heart-breaking...

been in love: she would deny it if you asked her, but yes. Very yes.

stayed up for longer than 24 hours: sure, yeah, why not? sleep is overrated anyway

ARE THEY

a virgin: yes. look, when you live with your brother who is a mind-reader and you have literally no way to stop loudly projecting your thoughts, sex is a tricky and awkward situation. better to just avoid it until someone comes along that’s worth it.

a cuddler: yes, very much so. Maybe a little touch-starved, despite Nick and Sally’s efforts. Someone please give her a hug.

a kisser: sometimes

scared easily: startles easily, but doesn’t actually frighten easily

jealous easily: not really. envy, on the other hand...

trustworthy: yes, but she’ll be the first to tell you not to tell her any secrets. She can’t promise what people can hear from her thoughts

dominant: not really. Can be assertive, but prefers to kind of go with the flow

submissive: not really submissive either, though maybe leans more toward it than toward dominant

in love: with her brother’s best friend. Has been for years now, expects she will be for the foreseeable future. She accepts that she will spend her life pining from afar. It’s not like Gray could ever feel the same, right?

single: yep

RANDOM QUESTIONS

have they harmed themselves: nope

thought of suicide: I don’t think so

attempted suicide: no

Wanted to kill someone: no

rode a horse: nope

have / had a job: her situation makes it a little difficult to work normal jobs. I would imagine she makes money through patreon with her music, and she will eventually have a job at Unity as a MIV, once she finishes at Aeon

have any fears: loss of control (again), not being good enough, abandonment, rejection (specifically being rejected for things she can’t change; she’s fine if people don’t like her for her personality, some people just have bad taste)

FAMILY

sibling(s): older brother Nick, relationship status: besties against all odds

Parents: John and Hope Wiseman, relationship status: fucking complicated

children: none, she is baby

pets: none

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Aurienne the Sparrow

GENERAL

name: Aurienne the Sparrow. She had a last name once, but she doesn’t remember it.

alias(es): Ari, Little Bird, The Sparrow Queen

gender: nonbinary female/demigirl

age: 23

place of birth: Andoran, she assumes. It’s the first place she remembers living, at the very least.

spoken languages: Common, Elvish, a little Celestial thanks to her sister

sexual orientation: bisexual

occupation: Queen of the Stolen Lands, somehow

APPEARANCE

eye colour: light gray

hair colour: black

height: 5′10”

scars: a thin but deep and ragged scar across her throat that she normally keeps covered by a scarf or choker or high collar; arrow puncture in her left shoulder; long line on her inner right thigh from a greatsword that almost cut her leg off entirely; a few other minor ones

burns: a few on her fingertips from accidents with her flaming crossbow

overweight: No

underweight: No

FAVOURITE

colour: gold

music genre: punk and all its subgenres :)

movie genre: she loves a musical, all musicals

tv show: dramas and monster of the week shows. wants a tv show that’ll make her cry

pastime: music (when she’s feeling confident enough to give it a try again, which is… a work in progress), reading, silly but harmless pranks. Loves to meditate a surprising amount, just sit in silent contemplation.

food: samosas, lemon macarons

drink: matcha latte with white chocolate syrup

book: has a deep and unending love of poetry

HAVE THEY

passed university: nope, didn’t go to school

had sex: yes

had sex in public: …...perhaps

gotten pregnant: nope

kissed a boy: yes

kissed a girl: yes

gotten tattoos: yes, seven sparrows down her spine. recently, the one on the back of her neck got a tiny little crown over its head :)

had a broken heart: yes

been in love: yes

stayed up for longer than 24 hours: yes, but rarely

ARE THEY

a virgin: nope

a cuddler: sort of? I think she wants to be, but is scared to let herself be vulnerable like that. Will happily cuddle with anyone who initiates, though

a kisser: not really, unless she’s in a mood

scared easily: yes, but hides it well

jealous easily: nope

trustworthy: very

dominant: not really. Prefers to let others take the reins (probably not the best trait for a queen, but as she is quick to tell people, being in charge was never her idea)

submissive: most of the time. Probably a big part of why she and Tristian took so long to get together...

in love: yes, with a literal angel

single: she’s not sure??? like, they haven’t really made anything official yet, but no one would ever look at the two of them together and not think they’re a couple. they should probably have a talk about that soon

RANDOM QUESTIONS

have they harmed themselves: no

thought of suicide: yes

attempted suicide: no

Wanted to kill someone: yes

rode a horse: yes

have / had a job: former mercenary/adventurer, former baroness, currently queen of the Stolen Lands? She’s still not entirely sure how that happened

have any fears: helplessness, losing those she loves, being silenced (again)

FAMILY

sibling(s): twin sister, Auriel the Dove

parents: both deceased (I should probably name them at some point…)

children: none. Maybe someday...

pets: an owlcat named Headchomper, a red panda named Ember, an orange tabby cat named Tiger, a giant black wolf named Baron who is technically her sister’s animal companion and also technically her nephew

#lexi wiseman #aurienne the sparrow #anytime I make lexi in a picrew I put a jacket or overshirt or hoodie on her that she definitely stole #and ari is just black tank top + scarf every time #almost gave lexi a cat but I'm not entirely sure if she and nick are cat people. but like? it's in my head now. it has a name and everything #we'll see

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eamesandbellamyaremyheaven · 5 years ago

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The Iron Heir and the Lady Wolf 1/?

Game of Thrones AU (canon-divergent)

Warnings: none for now, but I’ll warn with every update

Summary: Sansa is finally free from the Lannisters and King’s Landing, but the price for her return home is a force marriage to Theon Greyjoy, the man that betrayed her family and took the North.

A.N. - This is something I wrote a while back, and never got to finish. Here’s the first part, I hope I’ll continue this soon, so tell me what you think!

Sansa stood outside Moat Cailin, the pressure building in her chest rapidly as the news sank in “I can't marry him. You can't make me. He's a traitor. A murderer.” Just the thought of it, marrying Theon Greyjoy, the man who betrayed her family and killed her youngest brothers, the thought of it made her sick of her stomach “I will starve myself. I will die before I have to go there.”

“Sansa, listen to me” Petyr started, holding her hands in his, and she hated how his gaze focused on her “I won't force you to do anything. Don't you know by now how much I care for you? Say the word and we turn the horses round, but listen to me.” he spoke quietly then “You've been running all your life. Terrible things happened to your family and you weep. You sit alone in a darkened room, mourning their fates. You've been a bystander to tragedy from the day they executed your father. Stop being a bystander, do you hear me? Stop running. There's no justice in the world. Not unless we make it. You loved your family. Avenge them.”

He kissed her forehead, and she wished he wouldn’t. She hated the way he looked at her when he thought she would not notice, but she did. She hated the way he held her hands or her face when he wanted her to listen attentively to him, and she hated the way his lips felt on her skin. They burned as poison and wildfire, and she hated it. She hated him.

But Sansa knew him to be right. He brought her home, and she would be made the Lady of Winterfell, and if the price to pay was to marry Theon she would endure it, for her family. She was a Stark after all, and Winterfell was hers.

*~*~*

Theon awaited impatiently for Baelish to arrive with his party, and his prize. Theons patience was warring thin, as he felt the weight of his actions scaling him down, and consuming him from the underneath.

He had chosen to take Winterfell, and betray the Starks. He had chosen to seize Bran and Rickon, and at their escape, he had commanded Dagmer to kill two farmer boys, making the northmen to believe he had killed the lasting heirs of the dying house. He was the Lord of a kingdom that loathed its ruler, and at any moment the Bolton army could march in and destroy them all.

So, he had agreed to Littlefinger’s proposal, and to marry Sansa, in order to appease the northmen, and maybe keep Roose Bolton at bay, for the time being. All for a kingdom that loathed him. Maybe Yara had been right. He should’ve gone back to the Iron Islands while he could, he would die too far away from the sea.

The gates screeched as they were opened ajar, and the party galloped inside, led by Sansa and Petyr. They stopped at the middle of the courtyard, and Petyr was the first one to step down from his horse. He moved to aid Sansa, but she quickly eased down from her horse.

Theon took her in as he walked closer, for she was no longer the little girl that had left the North long ago. Had she grown taller? She must be taller than him at least by a hand now. Her face had hardened and her eyes had lost the intensity of its blue, mainly due to the torture she endured at the hands of the Lannisters. He had heard the rumors, and for her to turn to him of all people must’ve meant them to be true. As her cloak unclenched itself at the harsh winter breeze, he noticed her form, and although she was still lean as a twig, her womanly parts had grown fuller.

Petyr held Sansa’s hand in his as he approached Theon, who was followed closely by Dagmer and Maester Luwin. The way the man smiled as he came closer to him gave Theon the chills. He didn’t trust the man, and he wanted him gone and away from them as soon as possible.

“Lord Greyjoy”

“Lord Baelish. Lady Sansa” he spoke, focusing on the later “Welcome home”

*~*~*

Sansa brushed the web treads on her father’s crypt away, sadden to see the Lord her father so easily forgotten. Winterfell had been without a living Stark for far too long, she realized, and the crypts where her family rested had been carelessly abandoned.

Welcome home, he had said to her, emotionless. She had pursed her lips and clenched her jaw, fully knowing she would say the something very offensive if she spoke right away. You betrayed Robb. You killed Bran and Rickon. You’ve taken everything from me. I hate you.

Thank you... my Lord. She had replied instead, the tittle settling bitter on her tongue. He had noticed it, too. But he said nothing, only taking a courtesy bow as he excuse himself, and left them to attend his duties.

Sansa had decided to pay her respects to the dead, and so she left her room, unattended. She wanted to be alone, as she knew every eye in the castle would pry on her, to either tell Theon or Littlefinger any bit of information they might think valued.

Two set of footsteps echoed through the stone halls, and Sansa pushed herself up. As she recognized Lord Baelish voice, she hidden herself in the shadows, wanting to know what would make a non devoted man as himself come to a grim place as the crypts, and with whom at that.

“I've become quite fond of Lady Sansa during our travels together.” She heard him say, as he and Theon came to an halt at the crypt next to her fathers “She’s suffered enough.”

“I'll never hurt her. You have my word.” Theon replied, sincere. Since young she always knew when he was lying, and when he was not.

“I assure you she's still a virgin. Tyrion never consummated the marriage. By the law of the land, she's no man's wife. Inspect her, if you must.” That miserable rat! Pretending to care for her, for the sake of her mother, and yet here he was, selling her away as a cheap whore. Although she was disappointed, she couldn’t say she did not expected it.

Theon stared at Littlefinger, seemingly annoyed “It's her name I need, not her virtue.”

“Then I have delivered everything I've promised.”

“You should brace yourself for the consequences. When the Lannisters hear I've wed Sansa Stark, they will realize she escaped King’s Landing with your aid”

“The game is changing, and the Lannister name doesn't mean what it once did.” Lord Baelish smiled slyly at Theon “Are you ready to play the game of thrones?”

Theons lips curled up slightly in a smug smirk, as he reached for the pocket of his vest and pulled out a letter, holding it up in front of them “A message for you, from Cersei Lannister. A rider arrived from Eyrie, shortly before dawn. Apparently, she thinks you're still in the Vale.”

Lord Baelish seemed caught off guard “A message for me, you say.” he frown, as he examined it “Strange that the seal is broken.”

“As I received word in the night from the Queen Mother, I started question our new alliance. The Lannisters made you one of the great lords of Westeros. Yet, here you are in the North, undermining them. Why gamble with your position?”

“Every ambitious move is a gamble. You gambled when you tied a noose around the young Stark's neck. It appears that your gamble paid off. You're to be married to the last living Stark, becoming the Lord of Winterfell, and so the Warden of the North by the law of marriage”

“I had the Ironborn backing me when I raided Winterfell. Who supports me now? You?”

“The Eyrie is mine. The last time the lords of the Eyrie formed an alliance with the lords of the North, they brought down the greatest dynasty this world has ever known. I'd like to borrow one of your birds. Cersei will expect a reply.”

“I'd like to read the reply if it’s alright with you, Lord Baelish” Theon replied bluntly

Littlefinger smiled and bowed, then turned away “I think I’ll enjoy our new-found... agreement”

Sansa heard as Lord Baelish walked the steps out of the crypts still in her hiding place, but as soon as he was out of earshot she heard Theons voice

“You know, it’s not very lady-like to listen to other people’s private conversations”

Sansa walked out of the shadows into the dim light that only the torches provided. She had thought that her presence had passed unnoticed to both men, but she had been wrong. And the conceited, self-satisfied grin Theon always seemed to save just for her since they were young, and he had learned how to annoy her, the silly grin only aggravated her fury further.

“What did Cersei wanted, in her letter?” Sansa asked, and she watched Theon as he leaned against a bare stone wall, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“She demanded Littlefinger’s immediate return to Kings Landing with explanations of where he was when you disappeared and if he had any involvement in the process. You know, the usual boring stuff”

“Do you think Cersei knows where I am?”

“No” Theon replied, thoughtful “One thing we can count on, is Littlefinger’s devotion for you. He would never bring any harm to you.” he paused, and brought his gaze up to meet hers “He loves you, you know?”

Theon’s ocean eyes bore a darker colour than usual, Sansa noted, as if a storm was brewing in them, as his mind was working the next steps of a game that was set in motion. He had become wiser, she admitted to herself, studying them since they arrived Winterfell, not fully trusting his childhood friend and her saviour.

“Love is for ladies and knights of songs and tales” Sansa replied dryly, mimicking him body language “Love gets you killed. And I intent to survive”

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