#the stripes on her cardigan were enough

[ginnyweatherby]

"May I buy you a beverage?"

"Tepid water, please."

Well, I'm a day late, but Happy 14 Years of The Shamy! 🩶💜

[celuere]

Can we have a part 3 to the Not Enough/Sweet dreams Arlecchino x reader fic where Reader finds out she's pregnant and has to break the news to Arlecchino? Maybe some cute stuff about Arlecchino taking care of pregnant reader, just a bunch of FLUFF

Pretty please🙏🙏🙏

Anon if you’re asking SO nicely how could I possible decline…

To be honest I thought about this for quite a while because I am actually not that sure about how Arle would receive the news. I don’t think she would react in a negative way and just… dip out but I also don’t think like she would spin you around in sheer happiness (only if you‘ve been actively trying ofc but that’s not the case here). So I thought about a more neutral reaction, not knowing what to make of the news at first. But trust me when I say that I tried to make it as fluffy as possible without going too much ooc

Bu Arle taking care of her pregnant wife? Sign me the FUCK up.

pairing: Arlecchino x pregnant!reader

context: look at anon request!

cw: pregnancy, a bit angsty at the beginning, so much fluff that you’re suffocating in it, idk what else to put here tbh, not proofread!

Also I wrote the paragraphs shorter on purpose since I wanted it to have more of hc look than a full length fic!

Two. You connected a lot of things with the number Two.

For once there was your husbands birthday. 22nd of August.

Then there was the second Fatui Harbinger. Dottore.

You always put two spoons of milk into your coffee.

You have two eyes, two arms, two hands, two legs, two and so on.

You never connected any negative feelings with the number two up until now.

Two lines.

There were two lines on the paper stripe you were currently holding in your hand.

You weren’t shaking. You weren’t crying. You weren’t hyperventilating.

You just stared. Stared down at the positive pregnancy test as all you could hear was the thrumming of your own heartbeat in your ears.

You were pregnant. Pregnant from your husband. Pregnant from the fourth Fatui Harbinger.

Pregnant from Peruere.

You suspected it for a few weeks now. The frequent morning sickness, the headaches, the sudden exhaustion washing over you at the weirdest moments, not being able to keep certain foods down for a longer period of time.

You weren’t surprised, really. But you were afraid.

Would she be happy? Would she tell you to not keep it? Would she yell at you? Would she be ecstatic? Despite being married for a good five years now, the topic of pregnancy and a family outside of the Hearth never once came up in the thousands of conversations you already had.

You had exactly no idea how Arlecchino would take the news.

And that scared you to death.

To add more salt into the wound, your husband was currently not even present. She took on a mission in Mondstadt two weeks ago, only returning this upcoming Saturday.

So you‘ve got four days to come up with a plan on how to break the announcement to her. And you hoped with all your heart that it wouldn’t destroy your marriage.

Over the timespan of the next few days until Arlecchino‘s arrival, the children of course noticed your changed demeanor. The tense look on your face, your often exhausted expressions, how you often excused yourself to the bathroom after shared meals, they even noticed that you stopped wearing clothes that highlighted the curves of your body, exchanging them with a warm cardigan instead. They knew something was off but they couldn’t quite put their finger on it.

And Father wasn’t spared any details of it when she arrived late in the afternoon on a quite rainy Saturday. As a result, Arlecchino observed the situation for her own better judgement.

Your greeting was as usual, a soft kiss onto her lips while your soft hands cupped the outlines of her face with the exception of one thing.

Your weren’t smiling into the kiss like you‘d always do. But that was no reason for her to already draw a conclusion, so she simply went along with it, taking your hand into hers and lead you to the living room so she could tell you all about her little trip to the Nation of Freedom.

Furthermore she noticed how you stopped changing in front of her, even going as far as to lock the bathroom door when taking a bath, how you were always up much earlier than her, often leaving the dinner table as soon as you were finished with the excuse of „still having to go through some paperwork“.

It weirded her out just as much as it worried her. What could you possibly be hiding from your Husband?

On the other side of the coin, you were completely distressed. You had no idea how to tell her, when the perfect timing would be- just the thought about telling her caused your heartrate to increase unhealthily fast. And the bump that was getting more and more visible as time went on, it was getting incredibly hard to conceal it.

So now you where sitting next to your Husband at a fancy gathering of the Fatui, not daring to take off your coat despite Arlecchino‘s insistence.

You were sweating to death but there was no way in hell you‘d expose your bump like that so you just endured and declined the multiple wine glasses that were offered to you and stuck to your simple glass of water.

And that’s when it dawned on Arlecchino, every little puzzle piece slowly coming together as she watched you bring the simple glass to your lips.

The concealing clothes, not changing in front of her, how you avoided any kind of intimacy ever since she arrived, your distaste for certain foods and the sounds of you hurling up your guts in the morning.

How could she be so dense to the obvious? How did she not notice anything sooner? What on earth did go wrong for her to not think about the possibility of a pregnancy?

And for the first time in her life, the Knave felt something in her stomach sink. Was that nervousness? Guilt? Whatever it was, she hated this feeling. Wanted to rip it right out with her own hands and burn it to ash.

A family? With you? Sure, this particular scenario crossed her mind quite a few times. The image of you carrying her child, accompanying you to doctors appointments, waking up in the early mornings for a baby. Her own baby.

But was she fit for that role? Was she fit to raise this child with you? What if she turned out to be just as bad as Mother? What if she failed you during the pregnancy? These new paths opening up in her mind where so incredibly overwhelming for her, she had to excuse herself quickly for a quick breather of fresh air.

You knew something was off by stiffness in her voice before she left for the balcony, you were following her footsteps not a few moments later.

The cold evening air made the hair on your neck stand up, forcing you to pull you coat tighter around your frame when you strode up to her. She had her back turned to you, head leaned back to gaze upon the moon shining down at the both of you, her hair almost glowing in the moonlight.

„Peru-”

„When did you find out?“, her words were soft. Hidden with a slightly sharp edge but you knew exactly what she meant. You figured that she’d eventually find out on her own but you couldn’t help but feel that wave of anxiety wash over you.

„Around three weeks ago… four days prior to your arrival… Peruere, I… I tried telling you so many times but I simply couldn’t bring myself to- we never discussed the possibility of a family and considering your work in the Fatui- I simply didn’t want to put another burden on your shoulders…“, the tears formed very much on their own, the wind now stinging in your eyes.

„You think that my wife being pregnant with my child would burden me?“, she now finally turned around, her face was like nothing you’d ever seen. There wasn’t coldness edged into her facial features. Nor anger or irritation.

It was disappointment.

She was disappointed in you. Was she that bad of a spouse? What made you believe that she‘d be angry with you for something you were both responsible for? Seriously, was there ever a point in your relationship when she was truly mad at you? Sure, you had your disagreements like ever other married couple but your Husband was never angry at you. Anger makes one impulsive. You should know that best.

„Thats not how I meant it- but a child? Is that something you can imagine, is that something you truly want?“, the desperation in your voice cut deep into her heart. You must’ve carried these words with you for so long now, she should’ve acted sooner.

She finally took a step towards you, „Do I look appalled? Do I look disgusted by the idea? Am I even angry with you? My love, you tell me if I want to take this path with you.“, the worries from earlier still plagued her mind but that was a discussion for later. All that mattered to her now was to soothe whatever doubts you had.

„I… I don’t know… we never talked about this- you are often away on missions, what about your reputation, what abou-”, you words were swallowed up by her soft lips being pressed against yours, her hands sneaking around your back to pull you in closer to her.

The kiss was soft, so full of love and affection and suddenly it wasn’t nearly as cold as mere moments ago.

Slowly, she parted your lips, leaning her forehead against yours. A gesture she always did to signal you to calm down, that everything is alright.

„Tu parles trop…“

„You talk too much…“

She made no comment when her thumb gently brushed away a tear that silently ran down your beautiful face. The both of you just stood there in each others arms, not moving, simply just enjoying the presence of the other.

„I‘m sorry for not telling you sooner… I couldn’t- I just didn’t know how…“, the words came out barely as whisper, almost swallowed up by the wind.

„My sweet… what did I just tell you about talking too much?“, she gently squeezed your hands, getting a chuckle out of you that warmed her heart.

„So you’re not mad with me?“

„Do I seem mad to you?“

„No… No not at all…“, you both shared another soft kiss with each other.

„Then there is you answer. Now please… stop hiding from me…“, carefully, she shoved the coat aside to take a closer look and oh boy, you might just shoot her right there.

The cute baby bump might just changed her brain chemistry for the rest of her life.

A faint blush crept up on your cheeks at her reaction. It was unusual for her to loose her composure so easily, „the Doctor said I’m at the end of my first trimester… would you like to have a feel…?“, weird to propose to her again, but yes. You didn’t have to tell her twice before her warm hand carefully ran over your visibly swollen belly, she might just touched Heavens Gates itself right now.

There wasn’t any words being exchanged between you. There was no need for that. The softness in her eyes was all that you needed.

Over the course of the next weeks, you got to witness a completely new side of your Husband and loved this one even more.

Arlecchino immediately got you one of these long pregnancy pillows so we’re as comfortable as possible in your sleep, always making sure you weren’t laying flat on your back

You weren’t even allowed to carry your own bag anymore. You even had to convince her to let her walk up the stairs without her assistance, she was just fretting way too much about you, you were pregnant and not sick, right?

She made it part of her bed routine to apply and gently massage your belly with a special lotion that she went out of her way for to get it from Bubu Pharmacy itself, you didn’t even dare to ask about the price.

Can’t take her hands off of your belly for the love of it. The sight is just so admirable to her, thinking about the little life that grew up inside your tummy was just so- mindblowing to her so and when the first kicks start to set in… she is a GONER. Beyond salvation. Don’t even try to speak her.

Mandatory nap time. She did her research way before your pregnancy and knows how much of a toll this lifechanging process will have on your body so she lets you nap whenever and wherever you want and even sometimes tucks you into the comfort of your bed when she thinks you‘ve been active for way too long. You need rest. Lots of rest.

Stops leaving the house for mere paperwork or negotiations after your five months in, those are to be held now in her home office in case something might happen or you need her and if that happens to be the case- she quite literally drops anything for you.

Literally thanks you every chance she gets for bringing your daughter into the world, often wrapping her arms around you from behind, hands gently lifting up the weight of your baby belly as she plants soft kisses on your neck while telling you how much of a strong woman you are and how grateful she is for you the carrying out her baby. She is far gone your honor.

Did you every think to meet the Knave in a course about birth preparations on a Friday evening? Now you have.

Literally doubles the security in- and outside of your house, always having someone at your disposal and even arranging a team of nurses. That is of course only if you are comfortable with a bunch midwives swarming around you 24/7.

Her worst ever fear would be to miss the birth. Nothing sounds as horrific to her as making you go through the traumatic experience of giving birth without her presence, it drives her nuts to a point where she even refuses to leave you alone for more than hour in the ast few weeks of pregnancy

Of course buys you pretty pregnancy clothes that fit your taste, wether it be something to hide your belly or rather highlight it, she buys it all.

You literally can’t have a conversation with her without her ass mentioning her pregnant wife. Childe is so sick of her atp.

I‘m so down bad for arle being a goner for her pregnant wife. I can’t stress this enough.

[whosbloom]

Tate Langdon » Sweater Weather

day 6 of flufftober

⋆.˚ summary: the one thing he loves more than his sweaters is you

⋆.˚ fluff , alive!Tate, Tate being a lil cutie patootie , mutual pining , prob one of my fav fics so far

Tate was never one to share his sweaters, they were the one thing he always found comfort in. The warm feeling of the fabric hugging him was something he never wanted to share, especially when the temperatures dropped and sweaters began a necessity.

Though, that all changed when you came along.

Your friendship had started when you approached him at lunch, explaining you wanted to get to know him since he seemed to not talk to anyone.

He somewhat pushed you away at first, not wanting anyone pity for being a loner, but soon enough he ended up finding your presence comforting, even more than the knitted sweaters he wore on a daily basis.

You had discussed your struggles of dealing with bullying with him, reaching out and messed with the sleeve of his sweater. Usually he would have pushed you away, but he let you, enjoying the feeling of your fingers occasionally brushing against his hand.

If he saw you shivering he’d offer you a hug, engulfing you in his warm embrace, letting you steal the heat the sweater provided him.

And when the leaves would change color and fall on the ground, he found himself holding onto you a lot more, until he gave in and decided to give you the one thing he seemed to cherish most.

A striped green and black sweater.

“So, Tate, I was thinking that for Halloween this year we could hangout and watch some movies at my place? Then whatever candy my parents have left we can finish up.” You explained while walking down the street, one of your hands holding onto his arm, messing with the fabric of his sweater.

The cold air was bothering you, your thin shirt not providing any warmth once so ever. Of course that morning you didn’t think would be bad, considering it was rather warm when you exited the house.

He couldn’t tear his eyes off of you, hesitantly pulling his arm from your grasp and wrapped it around your shoulders, pulling you closer as he brought you along up the pathway of his house.

“You seriously need to invest in a jacket.” He mumbled out, an amused smile toying at his lips as he opened the front door for you.

“I don’t have the money right now, and my hoodies would have me sweating my ass off in the morning.” You chuckled lightly as you stepped inside, waving to Addy as you walked by her while heading upstairs.

He trailed behind you mindlessly, reaching forward and grabbed your hand, holding onto your fingers lightly.

“I could just.. give you my sweater.” He shrugged as you entered his room, causing him to let go of your hand and reluctantly tugged off his sweater, handing it towards you.

“Take it.” He said simply, ignoring your confused expression as you hesitantly grabbed it from him.

“I mean.. are you sure? This is like your favorite one, I don’t wanna just take it.” He shook his head at your words, patting your arm while walking to his closet, simply pulling out his beige cardigan and slipped into it, adjusting it slightly.

“I offered it. So please.. take it.” He glanced back at you, raising his brows.

You couldn’t help but smile, nodded as you were quick to put it over you. You adjusted the neckline as it was a little too wide for your neck, but you knew you could make it work.

You turned to him and showed it off, not noticing the way his gaze instantly softened as his own smile formed on his lips, stepping closer to you and pulled you into a hug.

“You better take care of it. I care about that thing as much as I care about you.” He mumbled out, his face buried in your shoulder as he kept you close.

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his torso, looking at him with an equally soft gaze. “I promise I’ll take care of it. This is now my favorite thing I own.”

He chuckled lightly as he lifted his head, his gaze meeting yours as a small blush formed on his face, seeing how close the two of you were.

“Y’know.. you can take a sweater whenever you need. And don’t try to protest.” He lifted a finger to silence you, raising his brows at you.

You rolled your eyes playfully and nodded, holding your hands up in a defensive manner. “Fine, fine. I won’t protest.. but won’t it seem like we’re dating if I’m always wearing your stuff?”

The utter thought of dating you made his stomach churn, his eyes slightly widening as he tried to figure out what to say.

“Uh.. is that such a bad thing?” He mumbled out, moving past you and sat on his bed, kicking his shoes off. “Well, it’s not. I wouldn’t mind, just wanted to know what you would think.”

You shrugged and sat next to him awkwardly, messing with the sleeves of the sweater one keep.

“Do you.. want to?” He glanced up at you, a hopeful yet worried expression on his face.

He was worried on how you would respond, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want you to feel the same way he did about the matter.

“We could try.” You responded nervously, knitting your brows together as you tried to process what the two of you were even discussing.

“Would you want to.. go on a date then? We could turn that Halloween idea into one.” He said looked away as he suggested that, patting his knees awkwardly and whistled to himself.

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond verbally, simply moving closer and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his arm.

And that was all he needed for a smile to form on his face again, wrapping his arm around you and leaned his head on yours.

“I hope you know I’m never taking this sweater off now.” You smiled lightly as you nuzzled up against him, squeezing him slightly.

“Good.. I don’t want you to anyway.”

Tags: @lemoniiiiiii , @xrag-dollx , @jazz-berry (ask to be added!!)

[untaemedqueen]

At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 20.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

Warnings For This Chapter: Revelations

There's a long pause just seemingly waiting in the wind this afternoon as Jeongguk puts on his dress shirt.

The recent wedding events clarified just how in love he is with you. He's protective and emotionally charged with anything and everything that has to do with you. Standing up to the people that tore you down only solidified how far he would go to make you comfortable.

He would have beat Jasper into the lower rings of hell for even looking at you wrong.

He almost did.

So now as he gets ready for his trip to the office he's worked for for years, he isn't afraid to think that this will take a burdensome load off of his shoulders.

"Almost ready?" you inquire, peeking into the walk in closet.

"Yeah, I'm good to go," he breathes, grabbing his watch and turning toward you.

A smile creeps over his handsome face, watching how you lean against the door frame with both of your arms crossed curiously.

"What?" you ask, lifting your hand to brush off any crumbs that might be on your face.

Your boyfriend strides over, taking your hand as it inches upward and bends down to press his forehead against yours.

"You're beautiful and I love you," Guk whispers, closing his eyes.

"I love you too," you reply, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"That's all I need," he murmurs, pressing his chin to the top of your head and sighing happily.

Stepping into At Your Service, Guk is hit with the overwhelmingly familiar scent of vanilla and jasmine. It brings back nostalgia in waves and he can almost remember the exact day he began working here.

He was wearing these grey slacks that were way too big for him and a cardigan that was pimply and knitted weirdly. He didn't know anyone and all he knew was that fucking was making him a lot of money already. Now years later, strolling past the front desk with a black striped dress shirt that has three buttons open and fitted black dress pants that accentuate his thick thighs, he's come a long way.

"Lydia," he greets pleasantly.

She gives him a polite nod, not really looking up from her magazine.

She was always the only receptionist that had dignity about her.

"Hey," she murmurs, grabbing her sparkling water.

He continues down the long hallways, sometimes casually peeking into one of the clear office rooms where a random woman or two is meeting their next date or hook up.

Now that Guk thinks about it… this is all so impersonal.

'Hey, how are you doing?'

'I'm doing fine, thanks. And you?'

'I'm great. Wanna bang?'

It's astounding.

He consciously chooses to take the path that would keep him away from Jimin and Taehyung. He doesn't feel like hearing Tae's mouth and he's not in the mood to listen to Chjm ramble on today.

He just wants to get in here, say his peace and go home with you to cuddle and fornicate until he's spent under silk sheets.

The father of your child nods to a few of his other coworkers that aren't in meetings, taking in their fresh faced looks.

He's been here such a long time that some of these faces he doesn't even remember.

Finally, he comes to the two cloudy glass double doors that he's been seeking and he knocks gently but firmly in hopes that he's heard.

"Yeah? Come in."

With the order, he gently pushes in the door.

He hasn't seen the inside of this office for years. It's changed a lot since Guk has been here.

Rounding the desk is the man Jeon Jeongguk has known since his college days. He's decked out in a three piece suit, his blonde hair slicked back just enough where it doesn't look greasy and he has this air about him that bleeds money and begs for people to fuck with him.

"Tony," Guk greets professionally, extending his hand.

"Oh stop that shit!" Tony laughs, he grabs Guk's forearm with a friendly smile and the father of your child does the same, giving a big smile back.

"Sit down, dude! Please!" Tony fawns, waltzing over to the drinks caddy he's had time to put in since his parent's were the owners.

Your fiance does as told, looking around the professional office shortly before turning back to the man he's known for years.

He watches him pour two big glasses of whisky before striding over to the glass desk and sliding it across.

"So what's up, my man? You look really good these days! I've seen your numbers, I knew you would be perfect for this even back in our good ol' college days!"

Guk doesn't want to take a trip down memory lane. He doesn't need the reminder.

"I wanted to come in and talk with you because-"

"Is it the old cronies we're sending you out to? Cause they request you, dude. I get it, the old bags aren't the kind of eye candy you want to be having to go out and meet but they do have cash," Tony interrupts, lifting his glass with a wink.

"Oh. No. I don't care about that, some of them were really nice. I'm just here to tell-"

"That's good! As long as the cash is flowing then daddy's happy!"

Guk forgot just how annoying Tony can be and right now it's coming back in waves. In college, he's not sure anyone the blonde man was talking to could ever get their point of view across -- ever.

The father of your child chuckles awkwardly, taking a sip of his whisky to quell the frizzled nerves that are starting to sprout up.

"So what can I do for you, big dog? How can I help one of my star money makers? Cause that's what you are. A star," Tony chuckles, clapping his hands loudly and rubbing them together in some sort of bizarre, seemingly gross manner.

"I just need to tell you that I'm q-"

"Do you want a raise? Is that it? Because I can get you a raise! It might make poorer women look over you in the look book but I can do that for you!"

Guk sighs softly, shaking his head at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

Holy shit, the escort feels like his head is going to explode.

How can one person be so infuriating? Jesus Christ.

"I am quitting!" Jeongguk enunciates, holding up his hand and pressing his index and thumb together.

The look on Tony's face is like he just got shot. His perfectly handsome features twist and change into pure shock and horror at the words. His mouth drops open and he blinks several times for it to sink in.

"What?" Tony hisses, standing up. He begins to pace behind his large desk chair, propping his hand beneath his chin, "Big dog, you're my star quarterback here! You're my team captain! You can't quit, dude! You've worked here for years! Look, man, if it's the money I can get you more money! I can get you hotter clients that want to bone. I can-"

Now it's Jeongguk's turn to interrupt and it's written all over his face how good that feels.

"I'm getting married and I have a baby on the way, I don't want to be an escort anymore," he simply states, finishing off his whisky with a cringe.

Tony stops pacing to turn around. "Oh, man. That's crazy. It's crazy cool, though! I mean… congratulations that's super sick but… I'm just surprised I'm losing you like this!"

Guk simply shrugs, fixing his watch. "It's gonna give me peace of mind and ultimately make me happier so I have to do it for myself."

The blonde man nods, holding up a finger before digging into the desk. "Here! Take this!"

He holds out a couple of thousand dollars and Guk tilts his head. "Tony, no. I'm not taking your m-"

"Oh, come on! It's a wedding and baby gift! I've known you for like a million years! Take the damn money, big dog! You deserve it!" Tony insists, shaking his hand.

Guk sucks an unsure breath between his teeth, grabbing the money. "Thank you, it's very kind of you."

"Yeah, I'm a giver," the blonde man agrees, sitting back down at his desk, "Y'know Applehyme is gonna be crushed."

Guk laughs then, rolling his eyes at the prospect of the older woman. "I think she'll be just fine."

Tony chuckles, folding his arms. "It was a pleasure to have you work for me, man. Really. You're dope."

The father of your child blinks. "Yeah… you too… man."

The boss smiles widely, winking at him. "Go on. Go have a real life then."

"Thanks," Guk mumbles, putting the money in his pocket.

As he goes to leave, his attention is called back to Tony as he grabs the door handle.

"Yo, Guk?!"

He turns his attention as he opens the door, tilting his head.

"Is your girl hot?"

The father of your child snorts softly, catching himself as he goes to roll his eyes. "Super hotm very gorgeous."

"Niiiiice, big dog. Very nice!"

As Guk leaves the office, he feels as if he's stepped out of a frat boy alternate universe and he can only shake his head at the past encounter.

That man has not changed for a single damn second. That's crazy.

He begins his brisk walk back to the car where you wait for him and he goes over the meeting once more and all that's transpired.

He never once remembered Tony like that and now that he has he can't stop thinking about it.

It's really astounding how people stay stuck in their ways for years on end. He wonders if the blonde man has ever gotten married, he wasn't paying attention to a wedding band but he doesn't seem like the type to settle. Although, Guk could be wrong and he's a super loyal guy to his woman.

Tony is kind of an enigma.

As Guk climbs back into the car, he greets you with a gentle kiss before sliding his hand over your stomach.

"How did it go?" you inquire, pushing some of his hair back.

"It was like a blast from the past. Wasn't terrible, though," he announces, kissing your temple.

"Well, that's good!" you cheer happily, giving him a smile.

"You would never interrupt me when I'm talking, right, baby girl?" he asks, putting on his seatbelt.

"No, that's rude," you breathe, starting the car up.

"Yeah… it is," he murmurs, lacing your fingers together.

It isn't everyday you get to go out to a lovely fancy dinner with the father of your child. Nor is it normal for his two best friends to show up either.

This feels good though, it feels healthy and you like that.

From the moment you stepped out of your closet, Guk cannot keep his hands off of you. Your dress is incredibly short, incredibly revealing showing off all the swollen, wonderful body parts that are growing because of his baby and the dress is tight enough around your stomach to make you seem probably more pregnant than you are.

He's obviously very happy with the choice of clothing and you're very proud that he is.

The private room that shelters you while you eat in this luxurious restaurant gives him enough courage to constantly have his hand dipping between your thighs as he talks to his two friends.

You were surprised Taehyung showed up and so was Guk to be honest. Maybe Tae is getting over the pain of having him taken away. You can only hope.

"I'm happy to see you," Guk tells the handsome man, leaning back in his chair with his glass of scotch close to his face.

God, everything he does is just so attractive. How does anyone in the world stand a chance when Jeon Jeongguk exists?

"Yeah I didn't know if I should come. I was an asshole lately," Tae bleats, combing his fingers through his hair.

Jimin just folds his arms, shrugging at you with a toothpick snuggly between his plush lips.

Guk tilts his head and sips his scotch unsure of what to say other than agreeing. "What's so wrong with me being happy, Tae? Everyone makes mistakes. You're not above it all. You know that."

"No, I know!" Taehyung agrees quickly, watching how your fiance angles himself closer to you to drift his hand over your stomach, "I was just feeling bitter."

"Why?"

The question is so simple and you and Jimin almost choke on your own spit at the word. Jimin hastily guzzles water while you find it apt to shove a piece of buttered bread into your mouth.

Guk doesn't seem to notice, taking his friend's thoughts and feelings as the most important thing right now.

The handsome man across the table from him simply shakes his head. "I just… I can't tell you. I don't want to ruin our friendship even more then--"

"You didn't ruin our friendship! Don't say that! I invited you here tonight, didn't I? Please… Tae… C'mon," Guk practically begs, wanting so eagerly to understand what's been going on.

Sure, it's one thing to be protective and defensive of your friend but to be that vicious about it? It's concerning.

Taehyung sighs heavily, picking up his expensive brandy and guzzling it for liquid courage of some kind.

He shakes his head, seeming like he's having some deep inner conflict.

You decide to just look down at your lap, tracing the outline of your stomach that seems to peek out in this tight dress.

Jimin guzzles his own drink, closing his eyes at the thoughts swimming through his mind.

"Tae?"

"Just hold on!" he snaps, running his now sweaty palms over his suit pants.

Jeongguk widens his eyes, taking a sip of his scotch wordlessly.

"I just… am very protective of you. I…" the handsome man stops himself before starting again, "Jimin and I have been a thing and we were wondering if you wanted to be a thing with us but then you started dating and I got upset."

You nod to yourself for a moment, happy that the truth has come out and that it can stay that way but then there's silence.

There's silence for a long time.

An incredibly long time.

You don't have the courage to look up at the rest of the people at the table so you just sit patiently and wait for someone to say something.

"What do you mean 'a thing'?" Jeongguk inquires finally.

His voice is very hollow and short, not judgemental but inquisitive.

"A relationship thing. We fuck… often," Jimin clarifies and when the youngest's eyes snap to his, he makes himself smaller in his chair.

"How long?" Jeongguk asks, folding his arms.

"Three, almost four years," Tae murmurs, staring down at his plate.

"FOUR YEARS," Guk booms.

You look up quickly to see the sparkling water within your glass quaking at the force of his voice.

Taehyung and Jimin both flinch in kind, staring down.

Guk runs his hands over his face, taking a deep breath to steady the betrayal and nerves within him.

When he stands, your eyes follow him. He stalks towards the private room double doors, the muscles in his back are tense.

He grips the door handle for a moment before collecting himself and turning around.

"Listen to me," he calls to his best friends, they both turn to him with weary eyes and he sighs at the sight, "I'm not mad you're in a relationship. I'm happy about that. If you guys are happy then that's great. You know I don't judge, I've done stuff with guys before understanding it wasn't for me. But I'm fucking pissed that you hid this from me for four years! And I understand if it's something you're not ready to tell the world yet. I understand that. But I still feel betrayed and hurt. Period."

He leaves the room in a single second and you shift awkwardly in your chair.

Taehyung goes to stand but Jimin simply plants a hand on his chest. "He's not ours to look after anymore. Y/N is his choice."

The handsome man diagonally from you looks over at you and the wicked gaze you expect to get doesn't happen. He nods understandingly, grabbing Guk's drink and chugging it all with a flinch.

You slowly stand up and make your way out of the room, looking for Guk through the now busy, loud restaurant. You check in certain little alcoves but ultimately step outside only to find him sitting on one of the benches near the front door. His head is down between his knees and his hands are in his hair.

The night air is brisk and chilly, sending goosebumps shooting up over your skin. When you approach, Guk looks up.

"You're gonna catch a cold, baby! What're you doing out here!" he hisses, pulling off his suit jacket and standing up in a flash.

He wraps the jacket around you, running his hands over your arms to transfer some semblance of warmth. You simply hug him tightly and he sighs loudly above you.

Jeongguk buries his face in your hair, eyes fluttering shut. You can feel his heart hammering inside his chest but you stay silent.

"Fuck," he curses, hugging you tighter.

"They're happy," you whisper in his ear and he solemnly nods, pressing his face into your sweet smelling neck.

"Good. They deserve to be, it's just going to take me a minute to wrap my brain around it," Guk replies, taking a large calming breath.

The truth is out now and there's nowhere to go from here but up.

[m1ckeyb3rry]

Endure III: Girls

Series Synopsis: You and Eren Jaeger have been best friends since the age of two, but the two of you are destined for an inevitable tragedy. The world you have been born into is cruel; it is one where friends are traitors and enemies are allies, one where you find yourself doubting everything you've ever known. In this life, mistakes are fatal, and you must be careful, lest you make one too many.

Chapter Synopsis: You, Eren, and Dr. Jaeger go to meet a new friend, but the visit rapidly goes south.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x Female Reader, Armin Arlert x Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.3k

Content Warnings: swearing, canon-typical violence, sexual abuse (non-explicit), major character death, angst, original characters included

“Y/N!” Eren trilled, bursting into your house without even knocking. The nine year old boy spent as much time in your house as he did in his own at this point, so his sudden appearance did not shock anybody except for Merry, who barked once before realizing that it was Eren, who always brought some sort of treat for him. Today was no different, as Eren snuck the dog a piece of bacon before storming up to your room and banging on the door.

“OPEN UP, LAZY!” he shouted. You fell to the ground in a tangle of sheets, but you were not able to get up fast enough as Eren burst into your bedroom and nearly tripped over your prone form.

“What do you want, Eren?” you yawned, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“First off, it’s twelve in the afternoon. Get up. Second of all, my dad and I are going to visit some family on the outskirts of Shiganshina, and they have a daughter our age! You should come, don’t you think it’ll be fun to have a friend that’s a girl?” he said.

“You already have a friend that’s a girl. Me,” you said.

“No, I know that. I mean for you to have a friend that’s a girl,” he said.

“Right! Yeah, that would be nice. Do you think she’d let me braid her hair?” you said.

“You’d have to ask her,” Eren said.

“Oh, what’s her name?” you said in excitement, already planning out the wonderful friendship you were going to have with this mystery girl.

“Umm...Mikasa Ackerman, I think,” he said, rubbing his chin in thought.

“That’s so pretty! We’re going to be best friends, I just know it,” you said in delight.

“I thought we were best friends,” Eren said. You stood up, discarding your blankets and rolling your eyes.

“Duh, of course we are, but Mikasa is a girl. She’ll be my girl best friend. It’s different,” you said.

“Fine, I guess. But you can’t exclude me,” he said with a pout.

“Just find Min-Min if we do, it’s not that big of a deal. Unless you want me to braid your hair,” you offered.

“You can,” he said. You eyed his hair critically before shaking your head.

“No. It’s too short,” you said.

“Oh,” Eren said.

“Yeah,” you said, “Now can you get out so I can get dressed?”

“Sure. See you downstairs,” he said. You waved at him before getting ready in your normal attire of a navy skirt, fitted white shirt, tan cardigan, and a white ribbon tying your hair up in a loose ponytail.

“I like your scarf, Eren, it’s a very nice color,” you said once you had rejoined him, your favorite stuffed animal tucked under your arm. It was a mythical beast called a “tiger,” a sort of big striped cat that could roar. You had named it Tiger, because you had been four years old when you had been gifted the thing by the Jaegers, and the name had stuck.

“Thanks, it’s new. Why are you bringing Tiger?” he said.

“Because! I want Mikasa to meet him,” you said.

“That’s a good idea,” he said.

“I think you’re rubbing off on me,” you said.

“Good. About time you started being smart,” he said.

“Mr. Hannes says I’m smarter than you,” you said victoriously.

“You’re lying,” Eren said.

“Am not. Ask him next time we see him,” you said. Eren did not have a response for this, so he scowled and marched out of your house. Grabbing an apple, you followed him, quite happy with yourself.

It was a lovely spring day as you skipped down the road to where Dr. Jaeger was waiting for you, Eren trudging loyally behind you. Mrs. Jaeger waved cheerfully when she saw you walking up the stairs.

“Hi, darling! Are you going to the Ackermans’ with Grisha and Eren?” she said.

“Mhm, yeah, that’s right! And I’m going to become friends with Mikasa!” you said, “Or at least I hope so. Do you think she’ll like me?”

“I’m sure she will. She lives all by herself out there in that cabin in the woods, so I don’t know if she has very many friends. You’ll be nice to her, right?” Mrs. Jaeger said. You nodded.

“Of course! I’m always nice. It’s Eren who’s a meanie, but only sometimes,” you said.

“I’m not a meanie! You’re a meanie!” Eren said.

“Not true! You’re so mean!” you said with a frown.

“No! Mom, she’s making that up. I’m super nice,” Eren assured Mrs. Jaeger, who only raised an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah? What about last week when you —?” you started before Eren cut you off by slapping his palm over your mouth.

“Shhhhh! Don’t be a tattletale!” he cried out in alarm.

“Eren, what did you do to Y/N last week?” Mrs. Jaeger sighed.

“Nothing!” he yelped. She shook her head and tugged at his ear.

“Your ears turn red when you lie, baby. What did you do?” she said, her hands on her hips.

“He ate the sandwich Mr. Orion gave me!” you helpfully supplied.

“Way to keep a secret, mouth!” Eren said.

“I never said I’d keep it a secret! I was really excited about that sandwich, Mr. Orion put goat cheese in it for me!” you said. Eren grinned.

“Yeah, it was a really good sandwich,” he said in fond remembrance.

“Butthead,” you muttered.

“You can’t mean that!” Eren said, tears gathering in his jade eyes at the cruel insult.

“I did,” you said gravely, “I’m still upset about that sandwich, you stupid loser from losertown.”

“No!” Eren gasped, “That was really harsh!”

“You’re not invited to my birthday party anymore,” you said, to add insult to injury. Eren’s jaw dropped, and he began frantically apologizing, promising to never eat your sandwich again, while you and Mrs. Jaeger just watched in amusement.

“Say, where’s your dad?” you said, interrupting his long-winded speech.

“Right here, Y/N. Are you two ready to go, then?” Dr. Jaeger said, appearing from seemingly nowhere and patting you on the head. You and Dr. Jaeger were friends. He was very pleased that you found medicine and anatomy cool, unlike Eren, whose only interest in the human body was how hard he had to hit it to make it break. Many nights, while Eren was asleep upstairs, you and Dr. Jaeger would sit by the fire, and he would show you illustrations of the different muscles and bones and how they all fit together. You already knew that when you grew up, you wanted to work with him, and he seemed perfectly alright with that idea.

“Have you met Mikasa before?” you said as you got into the carriage. It would take you most of the way, though you would have to walk on foot for the final stretch in the forest, since there were so many roots and things that the wheels would catch on.

“No,” Eren said from where he sat beside you, staring out the window.

“Quiet, Eren, I was asking your father,” you reprimanded him.

“Yes, I have. She’s a very sweet girl, though she’s rather shy. You’ll try to be friends with her, won’t you?” Dr. Jaeger said.

“If she’s nice and doesn’t have a bad attitude, then sure, we shouldn’t have a problem,” Eren said.

“Eren, this is why you only have two friends,” Dr. Jaeger said. You suppressed a laugh.

“Of course I’ll try to be friends with her! I even brought Tiger for her to meet,” you said, showing him the stuffed animal proudly. Dr. Jaeger nodded in approval.

“I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to meet him. And the two of you, of course,” he said.

“Is her hair long enough to braid?” you said.

“If I recall correctly, it is,” he said, pushing his glasses up his nose contemplatively.

“Eren! Did you hear that? I can braid Mikasa’s hair!” you said.

“Only if she lets you,” he reminded you.

“Oh yeah. Dr. Jaeger, do you think she’ll let me braid her hair?” you said.

“That’s something only Mikasa can answer, Y/N,” he said. You frowned.

“I hope so. I need someone to practice on,” you said.

“I already told you you can braid my hair!” Eren complained. You rolled your eyes before patting your lap.

“Okay, I’ll try. Come here,” you said. He lay his head on your lap and closed his eyes as you tried to braid his hair. As you had expected, it was far too short to actually properly braid, so you settled for making a bunch of tiny ones that stuck up everywhere, which kept the two of you occupied for the ridiculously long carriage ride.

“Eren, son, you look like a demon,” Dr. Jaeger said.

“Probably accurate branding,” you said. Eren inspected himself in the metal behind Dr. Jaeger’s bench.

“Okay, I do look kind of silly...but I’m not taking them out! Y/N worked hard on these braids, and I’m not going to ruin them because I look weird,” he said. You ran your fingers through his hair, effortlessly undoing the braids with one motion.

“It wasn’t that difficult, don’t worry. Now you don’t look weird,” you said when he looked affronted at your actions. He grumbled something under his breath, but it was not loud enough to be understandable, so you just shrugged and turned back to Dr. Jaeger, who was beginning to gather his things in his kit.

“Are we almost there?” you said eagerly.

“Yes, we are. Now, I want you two on your best behavior. Eren, that means no bothering Y/N. Y/N, please try not to antagonize him too much,” he said.

“I never ant-ag-o-nize Eren! Right, Eren?” you cooed. He gave you a dull look.

“I don’t know what that means,” he said.

“It means that I cause you to be violent. I don’t cause you to be violent,” you said.

“Yes you do,” he said, “How else am I supposed to protect you?”

“Violence is not always the answer,” Dr. Jaeger said diplomatically.

“That’s right, dad. Violence is a question, and the answer is yes,” Eren said.

“Eren!” you said, though you were fighting a laugh. “Bad! You can’t go fighting everyone you see!”

“I don’t fight everyone I see, just the people that mess with you and Armin,” he said.

“How about you don’t fight anybody?” Dr. Jaeger suggested.

“Hmm. I’ll think about it,” Eren said, though once his father’s back was turned, he shook his head at you, as if to say he would not even consider such a thing. You giggled quietly. This was how Eren operated: he fought first and spoke later. It was the opposite of Armin, who just wanted to talk things out. You were different yet again from the two, preferring to hide from conflict entirely and let your friends take care of the many little problems that plagued your lives.

The forest was alive with the sounds of birds chirping and the breeze rustling through the leaves. The sun was already beginning to set, proof of how long the ride to the Ackermans’ had been. Eren was like your shadow, watching over you with a protective gaze as you bounded through the trees. Dr. Jaeger led the way, both because he was the only one that knew where he was going and because his long strides were double that of you and Eren’s.

“Look at the butterfly!” you said, pointing at the pretty insect. It had orange, black, and white wings that it lazily flapped, drifting in the air before landing on the tip of Eren’s nose. The boy looked incredibly surprised, crossing his eyes to see it properly.

“Why is it on me?” he said.

“Because you must be magical or something! Fairy Princess Eren!” you said in delight. He scrunched his nose in distaste, and the butterfly flew away, startled. You watched it go sadly.

“I don’t wanna be a fairy princess! I’m a brave knight!” he said, picking up a stick and crouching before poking you with it. “On guard!”

“I’m not going to sword fight with you! You’re supposed to sword fight the bad guys to save me!” you said, your hands on your hips in disappointment at his severe lapse in judgement. He considered this before shrugging and pretending to fight some imaginary foe.

“Ha! I did it! I killed the evil men!” Eren said before bending his knees slightly. You immediately hopped on his back, and he took off at a run to catch up with his father.

“Go, horsie, go!” you said, patting him on the head as he sprinted as fast he could.

“I’m not a horsie!” Eren said.

“Well, I’m riding you, so you’re a horsie,” you said with a shrug, “Simple as that.” He did not have a proper response for this, so he continued to try and reach Dr. Jaeger without a word.

Arriving at the Ackerman household, Eren deposited you to the ground with a huff of breath, his face slightly red from exertion.

“You’re going to make a great first impression on Mikasa and her parents,” you said.

“It’s okay. I don’t care what they think of me. I made you happy, right?” he said.

“Yeah, riding you was pretty fun,” you said.

“So that’s all that matters. The Ackermans probably won’t even care,” he said. Dr. Jaeger gave you both warning looks before opening the door.

Something was wrong. It had to be, for Dr. Jaeger’s face went white, and his hands trembled. His lips parted in shock as he stared into the Ackermans’ house. You and Eren exchanged confused glances, but when you tried to peer around him, he pushed you back with his arm.

“Both of you, go wait by the foot of the mountain for me, okay? Do not go anywhere else. Do not move a muscle from that spot, is that clear?” he said. His tone was grave, and all playfulness from earlier had vanished. You hugged your stuffed animal tighter to your chest.

“Dad, what’s going on?” Eren said. Dr. Jaeger shook his head.

“It’s nothing. Get out of here, now,” he said.

“No! Tell us what’s happening!” Eren said.

“Is Mikasa okay?” you said quietly, worry for the stranger who already felt like your friend filling you.

“I don’t know,” Dr. Jaeger said gravely, “Her parents have been murdered, and she has most likely been abducted. I’m going to go contact the MPs so that they can try to find her kidnappers, but I need to know that you two will be safe.”

“I’ll protect Y/N,” Eren said seriously, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the foot of the mountain where Dr. Jaeger had indicated you should wait for him.

“I don’t think the MPs will get there on time,” you said as some strange energy began to thrum in your veins. This was you at your worst; the you that Eren hated, because you were foolhardy and reckless and he always had to dash in and save you, but you were not thinking about that. You were not thinking of anything but the fact that somewhere on this very mountain, Mikasa Ackerman was in danger.

“That’s not our problem. If I was alone, I’d go save her, but what if those people kidnap you, too? Then we’re really in trouble! We just have to trust the military police,” Eren said.

“She’s our friend!” you argued.

“We’ve never even met her,” he said. You wrenched your hand from his grasp and crossed your arms, adrenaline shooting through your body and your heart pumping. Eren’s eyes widened as he realized what you were going to do, but when you were like this, he could not stop you. Nobody could. Like this, you could march through hell and come out singing.

“I’m going to find her,” you said.

“Stop! Y/N, don’t be an idiot!” he shouted. Idiot, stupid, silly. All of those things described you, to be sure, but that was unimportant.

Don’t worry, Mikasa. Just stay alive. I’ll save you, even if Eren won’t help me.

You darted through the trees, the dim twilight sun your only source of illumination. You could barely see where you were going, and you had to rely on instinct to guide you.

You soon ran into another, far larger problem. You had no clue where to go or where Mikasa could be. What if she wasn’t even on this mountain? Had you run all of this way for nothing? You clutched Tiger tightly in your hands and looked around for some sort of clue as to your whereabouts, or perhaps hers.

Footprints in the mud. They were large, which meant they could not possibly be yours. Either they were the people who had kidnapped Mikasa’s, or they were some random stranger that might help you out or know something. Both possibilities were equally as ideal, so you resolved to follow them to where they led.

As you trudged through the mud, the energy from before started to fade, and you began to feel scared. An owl hooted somewhere, and a lone wolf mournfully howled. You shivered at the air, which had grown cold. What were you going to do even if you did find Mikasa’s abductors? You did not have any delusions of being able to fight them. You were not Eren. You were not brave or strong, but you had to see this through. You were the girl’s only hope.

The footprints led you to a small cabin in a little clearing. You could see the warm glow of a fire through the windows, and you sighed in relief. You had made it, though where you had made it, you were not sure. Still, you were at some destination. Reaching the door, you knocked quietly.

A tall man opened it, looking down at you in surprise.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing out here?” he said, blocking the room behind him. You craned your neck to try and see if Mikasa was back there, but your line of sight was obstructed by the man’s bulk.

“I got lost, sir. Do you think you could help me?” you said timidly. The man’s gaze was predatory and cruel, and a small smirk curled on his lips.

“Yeah, but only if you help me first. Think you can do that?” he said.

“Uh, I guess so,” you said. He reached out for you, and the lifting of his arms gave you a glimpse of the room behind him, where a girl was lying on the floor, tied up, with a small trickle of blood trailing out of her mouth. There was no doubt about it: that was Mikasa Ackerman, and you were in trouble. The man was about to do the same thing to you as he had to her, and you were powerless to stop it.

“Get away from my friend!” Eren shouted, and before anybody could move, a sharp knife came whistling through the air, striking the man in the neck. He collapsed backwards in shock, and you stared at his fallen figure in horror. Eren had just killed a man.

Sprinting the rest of the way to the cabin door, Eren shoved past you and took another knife, stabbing the other kidnapper in the stomach repeatedly until he finally groaned and died.

“Did you just...did you just kill them?” you said hysterically, creeping around the bodies to where Mikasa lay. You began to untie the ropes that bound her with shaking hands.

“I did, and I’d do it again. I told you this was a bad idea! You almost died!” he said.

“What’s going on?” Mikasa mumbled as you gave up on the ropes. Eren stomped over and began sawing at them, finally freeing the girl. She sat up in confusion, looking at the two of you.

“You were kidnapped, but we saved you,” you said. She blinked, and you figured she was in...what had Dr. Jaeger called it? Shock? Yes, she was probably in shock.

“Let’s get out of here,” Eren muttered.

“What about the third man?” she said. You and Eren exchanged looks of pure terror. Third man? There was no third man...or was there?

“What the hell happened here?” a thundering voice resounded deep in your bones. The three of you turned to the doorway of the cabin, where the final abductor had finally appeared, and he was not pleased at the deaths of his accomplices. His eyes locked on Eren, who still held the knife in his hand, and in one swift movement, he picked him up by the neck and began to squeeze the life out of him.

“You thought you could play the hero and come save your friends? Well, now you’re going to die for that mistake!” he snarled as Eren began to choke. The boy struggled, but it was futile. He gave you and Mikasa an entreating look.

“Come on, you two…” he wheezed out, “FIGHT!”

“Fight?” Mikasa repeated, still dazed. You could see the spark fading from Eren’s eyes, but it felt like you were the one being choked, your body immobile.

“Mikasa,” you whispered, “You have to help us.” She was strong. She was brave and strong, and she would save you, and she would save Eren. You had been foolish to think of yourself as her savior, when all along it was destined to be the other way around.

“I...can’t. I don’t know how,” she said in a panic, even as she lifted the knife, her entire body trembling, her ripped clothes hanging on her pale body giving her a ghostly appearance.

“Please, Mikasa,” you said as Eren’s head lolled back from the lack of oxygen and his struggles began to cease, “You have to fight.”

“Fight,” she affirmed.

“Fight,” Eren gasped out.

“Fight!” you shouted. She let out a determined cry before charging the third kidnapper, who dropped Eren in alarm and turned to face the whirlwind of fury and rage that was Mikasa Ackerman as she kicked him to the ground before plunging the knife through his heart, covering all three of you in a fountain of his blood.

You crawled over to Eren, who was sitting up and coughing, rubbing at his bruised throat. The blood that ran down his face was not his own, but it scared you all the same, until you looked down and saw that the crimson liquid had splattered all over your shirt and arms, staining and scalding your skin. Mikasa was no better off, the entire front of her shredded nightgown a brilliant red as she sat beside the corpse, staring contemplatively at the knife she had just used to take down a fully grown man.

“Eren, are you okay?” you whispered.

“Throat hurts a bit, but I’m fine besides that. What about you? Did you get hurt at all?” he said.

“No, you saved me in time, like always. It’s Mikasa we should be worried about,” you said, turning your gaze to the girl, who regarded the two of you coolly.

“You’re Mikasa, then?” Eren said.

“I sure hope so, otherwise we’d really have a problem,” you said.

“Yeah, I’m Mikasa,” she said quietly, “Can you guys help me get home?”

“We should wait for the military police to find us,” you said.

“Oh, so now you want to wait,” Eren groused.

“Shut it, Eren, you and I both saw what state she was in. I was right; the MPs wouldn’t have gotten here in time. As it is, we barely made it,” you said, crossing the room to sit beside Mikasa.

“I’m just glad we’re all okay. Thanks for saving me, by the way, Mikasa. I’m Eren Jaeger, and that’s my best friend, Y/N L/N,” he said, pointing at you. You waved at her.

“And this is Tiger!” you said, giving her your stuffed animal.

“I like Tiger,” she said. Her voice was soft and shaky, but at least she was speaking. If what Dr. Jaeger had said was correct, then she had seen her parents be murdered before she had been kidnapped. Her fragile mental state made sense, and you were overcome with an overwhelming need to care for her.

“You can keep him! He’s really soft and nice,” you said with a bright smile. Her eyes filled with tears as she hugged the toy to her chest.

“Thanks,” she sniffed.

“Are you cold?” you said. She nodded.

“Little bit.”

“Here, have my scarf,” Eren said, taking off his red scarf and wrapping it around her. You could not help but notice that it matched the blood that still drenched her, and you tore your eyes away from it, forcing yourself to keep your attention on your friends.

“It’s warm. Thanks,” she said, hiding her face in the wool.

“My mom got it on sale. It was 50% off,” Eren informed her.

“Wow, that’s a really good deal,” you said.

“Yeah, I think it’s because summer’s coming or something. I don’t know. Anyways, I’m glad you like it, Mikasa,” he said.

“You guys are really nice,” she said.

“Am I allowed to hug you?” you said, not wanting to invade her personal boundaries, especially when you didn’t know what she had been through at the hands of the people that had taken her. She seemed surprised but nodded slowly, so you did exactly that. She smelled like blood and sweet almonds.

“Listen, Mikasa. We’re your friends. I know we’ve never met before, but we’re friends, and friends look out for each other, right?” Eren said.

“I don’t know. I’ve never really had friends before,” she said.

“Well, you have them now, and the answer is yes, they do,” you said.

“Okay,” she said.

“So don’t thank us. It’s just what friends do for each other, that’s all,” Eren said. Mikasa processed this, still nestled safely in your embrace while Eren sat protectively between you and the door, one of his knives resting beside his leg, ready to be used in case the next person that entered was not a member of the military police but rather another attacker.

“You have really pretty hair, Mikasa,” you said to her while you waited for help to come.

“I do?” she said.

“Yeah, it’s super nice! You’ll have to let me try and braid it sometime. Well, only if you want to,” you added as an afterthought, not wanting her to feel pressured into doing something she didn’t want.

“I think that would be fun,” she said. She had a very slow, careful way of speaking, as if every word that left her mouth was thought and planned out before she said it. It was a sharp contrast to Eren, who said what he wanted, and Armin, who spoke at a mile a minute when he was passionate about something.

“Sounds like a plan. We can have sleepovers, and you can meet Min-Min and Merry,” you said, prattling on in an attempt to distract her from the fact that you were in a dark room surrounded by corpses. She gazed at you with her shimmering dark grey eyes.

“Who are Min-Min and Merry?” she said.

“Min-Min is Armin. He’s our other best friend,” Eren said.

“And Merry’s my dog!” you said.

“They’re both really nice. And if you feed Merry a treat he’ll like you for sure,” Eren said.

“That’s good. I like dogs,” Mikasa said, leaning her head against your collarbone. The blood that dripped off of her flowed freely onto you, but you knew that that was the least of your worries. Your parents would hardly be angry, or at least so you hoped, but who knew what the military police would do when faced with what you had done? After all, you all had just killed three people.

It was another twenty minutes before the military police and Dr. Jaeger barged in, looking around fearfully. When their eyes dropped to you sitting on the floor calmly, surrounded by puddles of crimson and rapidly cooling bodies, they gasped.

“What...did you guys do?” Dr. Jaeger said, staring at you in shock.

“The evil men tried to hurt Y/N and Mikasa, so I killed them. Then there was a third one that took us by surprise and started choking me, so Mikasa killed him. It was all in self-defense,” Eren said.

“He’s right,” you said, “If it wasn’t for us, Mikasa would be dead, and if Eren hadn’t killed those men, I would be too. Please don’t arrest him.”

“Nobody’s getting arrested, but still...how old are you three?” one of the MPs said.

“Nine,” Mikasa said.

“Nine?” he repeated. You and Eren nodded, and he let out a long, low whistle.

“Walls be damned. There’ll be an investigation, but you three should be just fine. You’re a hero, son,” the MP said, patting Eren on the head before heading back outside to talk with more of his comrades, shaking his head and muttering “nine years old” under his breath again and again.

“What were you guys thinking? I told you to stay at the foot of the mountain!” Dr. Jaeger yelled as the three of you followed after him, Mikasa still wearing Eren’s scarf and hugging Tiger.

“I’m really sorry for not listening, Dr. Jaeger, but we had to save Mikasa. The MPs wouldn’t have come in time,” you said.

There was something akin to fear in the man’s eyes as he regarded you, and the gravity of what you had just done hit you. This was no game of pretend — Eren had really killed someone. No, not just someone — two people, and you had convinced an innocent girl to murder the third. You were more to blame than Mikasa for her actions, as you were certain she wouldn’t have done anything if it hadn’t been for your urging.

Yet, barbaric though it was, had it really been wrong? Eren didn’t think so.

“Those men were animals of the worst sort, dad,” he said flippantly, “So we put them down. You should be proud of us.”

“Who are you to decide who deserves to live and die, Eren? You’re only nine years old!” Dr. Jaeger said, flinching away slightly from his bloodstained boy.

“If they try to kill my friends, then I will kill them. It isn’t really a difficult concept. Come on, we should go home now. Y/N’s probably cold, and Mikasa needs a bath,” Eren responded. It was true; you had not realized how cold you had become until he had pointed it out.

“Home?” Mikasa said.

“Yeah, you can stay with us from now on. Right, dad?” Eren said. Dr. Jaeger composed himself and nodded firmly.

“Right, yes, of course. We’ll be delighted to have you for as long as you want,” he said. Mikasa gave you an unsure glance, and you nodded encouragingly at her.

“O-okay. Yeah, I think I’ll stay with you guys, then...if it’s not too much trouble,” she said.

“’Course it’s not. We’re friends, remember? And friends look out for each other,” Eren said.

“Right,” Mikasa said with a small smile.

As you walked back to the carriage, you turned to Eren, who was staring directly ahead at the moon in wonder. His love of the moon had not faded in all of these years; if anything, it had only grown, just as your fondness for the sun had increased over time.

“Say, Eren...how did you know where to find me? And that I was in trouble?” you said, referring to how he had perfectly thrown the knife in the nick of time to save you from suffering the same fate as Mikasa.

He shifted to face you, his jade green eyes almost glowing in the silvery light. His expression was somber as he casually shrugged.

“There was a man. He showed me how to get there and what to do,” he said.

“What was his name? Where did he go?” you said.

“I don’t know. He vanished. The only thing he said before going...was ‘save Y/N.’”

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Tiny Sparks

Summary: On a beautiful night in Gotham, Arthur and Y/N enjoy a long awaited date.

Words: 3,441

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: @sweet-nothings04 requested a story that covered the date night mentioned in Ch. 5 of Way Back Home. Never had I thought that writing something relatively simple would be such a challenge! 😂 Thank you so much for the request! I hope you all enjoy. 😊 Much appreciation to @forever-fleck​ for allowing me to use one of her lovely edits for the intro-pic.

If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!

The refrigerator's glow beckoned like a distant star.

A salad packed for Y/N's lunch tomorrow. One inch of Five Alive orange juice in a plastic pitcher. An open can of Heinz baked beans sealed with plastic wrap. No, no, no. He scanned the door. Universal Foods ketchup, poppy seed dressing, mustard that dated back to 1982...

"Ah ha." Arthur ripped the jar of green olives from the shelf, twisted the lid with the urgency of a man opening a bottle of nitroglycerin. He shoved a spoon into the jar, shoved it in his mouth. The night out would delay dinner by three hours. By quarter past seven, his stomach had gotten loud enough to be picked up by a microphone.

Tummy tided over, he went to the bedroom to finish getting dressed. Though summer, a cold front had rolled in, settled over the city since Tuesday, a refreshing sixty-two degrees. He slid a short-sleeve dress shirt up his arms. Slipped a navy sweater off a wooden hanger, the cardigan with red, yellow, and pink stripes along the placket. A sheer knit out of one of Mabel's catalogs, perfect for layering, according to his sister-in-law. And the splashes of color fit the image he wanted to present tonight.

This would be his first performance since Y/N's and his return from Missouri. He'd written and rewritten, practiced his stance and body language, studied his facial expressions and showbiz grin. Done everything he could to make his material work. Whether it was confidence that spiraled upward or the urgent need to get onstage, he couldn't tell. But he had an inkling it'd all go swimmingly. Would've bet his last dollar on it.

As he folded back the sweater's cuffs, Y/N breezed through the doorway. She swooped to snag a pair of sandals from the closet floor and sat in the corner chair.

"Don't forget to tuck in your shirt," she said. Ankle crossed over knee, she secured a beige strap around her heel.

His movements slowed while he observed her. Since coming home, their emotional connection had deepened to a depth that rivaled the Mariana Trench. She'd seemed to strike an accord, both with him and herself. Revealed an openness she'd hidden behind a disarming smile whenever dodging the rare inquiry about her former life.

Now when she shared recollections, her face brightened more than it darkened. They browsed her photo album a couple times a week, getting through a few pages here and there. Some days only one. There were moments she'd cut herself off, maintain the border she'd built within her heart to banish the bad.

"Old habits are hard to break," she'd say, front teeth shoved into bottom lip, the pressure turning it waxy. But more and more, she pushed forward. Gave space and voice to her experiences. Interlinked their pasts and paths, the roads crisscrossing between them.

In therapy, he'd talked about their trip, what Y/N had told him. Disclosed what was sufficient for Dr. Ludlow to get the drift. "It's hard for Y/N," he said. "I wanna be there for her. I don't want her to be sad anymore." Fourteen years of sadness had been enough.

"I think it's wonderful you want to help her. That many years of caregiving takes a toll. But she loved her father deeply, and sadness is a typical reaction to those types experiences. Let me ask you: if something happened to Y/N, what would your response be?"

His heart became a cannonball that plummeted to his stomach. "I'd die."

"No," Dr. Ludlow said, uncrossing her legs. "You would not die. You'd come to my office, and we'd work through it together. My point - we come back to this a lot - is that no emotion is negative. It's what you do with your feelings that matters. Sadness isn't a bad feeling. Unpleasant, yes, but necessary. It's a wave we all ride, just like happiness or anger. Let her ride those waves and be her lifejacket when she needs it. You'll know. Trust yourself to know."

He'd followed that guidance to the letter. The other night, they'd gone to bed at the usual hour, lain in the mottled blackness of their room. Soft snoring was the usual lullaby that sung him to sleep, but her repeated sighs continued well past midnight. He'd turned to find her on stomach, forearms shoved beneath her pillow. He'd pressed a kiss to the velvety valley between her shoulders. Placed a protective palm on her side.

She'd rolled onto her back. Spoke with a smile and wet eyes. "You give me a lot of strength by letting me be weak."

The inclination to argue had twisted his tongue. He'd gnawed the tip to stop himself. There was no way he'd say what he wanted at half-past lights out, anyway. Plus, he understood what she meant. Weakness was a hard-won refuge, third nature and allowed only with him. Still. During the decades they'd spend together, her characterization would be one they'd never agree on. It went right on the list alongside the greatness of Gotham and the entertainment value of Milton Berle.

Adjusting her champagne dress's petal sleeves, she swished past him to pluck gold earrings from her jewelry box and stepped to the vanity on the opposite side of the bed. She stuck a post through her left earlobe and screwed on the backing. "Mabel wants a tape of your set."

His great inkling suddenly shrunk to a pinpoint. "Why?" Recordings and he had a sordid history.

"She's dying to hear your material. That's a direct quote."

"Well... Would she accept a picture? I can write a joke on the back."

"How about this. I'll bring my recorder, and if you're happy with your performance, we'll send a copy. A lot of comedians record their sets."

"Oh yeah? A lot of comedians who? How do you know?"

"I've been to a show or two by now." She lined her eyes in the usual sable. "It might be good to hear the audience's reactions without the pressure of being on stage. What worked and what didn't."

"But that's why I have you," he said. When she smoothed a thin layer of silky rose shadow on her eyelids, he slinked up behind her. Traced a line down her bare arm and murmured in her ear. "You don't need all that."

"Uh huh. You don't say that when I'm wearing lace." The applicator dabbed his nose, leaving a pale circle in its wake.

Chuckling, he wiped the powder into his sleeve. "Okay. We can tape it. I think I'll be all right. I practiced a lot."

"You'll be more than all right." She spun to wrap her arms about his waist. "Just trust yourself."

A familiar directive, an encouraging echo. Her chin rested on his shoulder, warm breath on his neck. Tender hands followed the curve of her back, the zippered seam of her dress. His wedding ring gleamed in the mirror's reflection. "I will," he promised.

~~~~~

When Arthur had told her he'd signed up for an open mic at a new joint, Y/N had assumed it'd be the usual smoky nightclub, the kind frequented by couples who ordered one too many drinks. She was overdressed for a casual dining restaurant. And what were these kids doing here at this time of night? She would've tucked her nephews and nieces in by eight on the dot.

The microphone stood in the corner, a lone figure lit by the same recessed, sixty-five-watt bulbs as the tables. Behind it was a man in a faded purple t-shirt and rainbow suspenders, telling jokes about the shapes of jars. The ukulele he strummed was missing a fourth string. It struck Y/N that he was the perfect lead-in for Arthur's newest material. Family friendly and a little left footed.

No spotlight was in sight, so Y/N claimed the nearest two-top to be Arthur's spotlight. She retrieved her cassette recorder from her purse, set it in the center of the table, and scanned the crowd.

A man with lush, brunette hair picked his nose. Studied what he'd found while the woman next to him rolled her eyes and cried Oh, Harold. He stuck the golden nugget in a handkerchief. A grandmother wiped spaghetti sauce from her granddaughter's hands and asked for a doggy bag. One pair, in their fifties and looking as fish out of water as Y/N, shared a pitcher of cloudy beer.

Without a drink list on offer, Y/N had to forgo a Tequila Sunrise. She ordered plain seltzer for Arthur and a diet cola. After the show, they'd have Mai Tais at Traffic Light. Enact the plan they'd made surrounded by sunlight and strawberries.

Their vacation remained fresh in her mind, persistent as water flows shaping sandstone. What she'd assumed would be a search for reconnection and amends had turned into the mirror she'd avoided. The parts of herself she'd shielded Arthur from, the wounds she'd submerged in her marrow had flooded outward. A fountain of broken dreams and regrets, deep enough to drown in.

Her husband was a good, kind man. He'd been the first man she'd dated who'd lived her plight. The first chance to share what eight years of caregiving had done to her. Yet, she'd denied herself that comfort, convinced doing so would dismay him. And make her soul hurt all the worse.

And it had. Sometimes it still did. She'd spent too long trying to move on from it all. Yearning to forget. But the haven of Arthur's heart (and not a little prodding) allowed her to let go. Opening herself to him lightened her load, lessened her fear. The moments she felt small, protected by love and acceptance, brought an unexpected bliss. Turned the Shit She Refused to Talk About into the Shit She Could Talk About on Good Days.

Despite her relief, she'd had trouble sleeping when they'd returned. He'd made her chamomile, brought her along to the fire escape. Pulled her to his lap and guided head to his shoulder. Gently, he'd teased that it was nice to have company that late at night.

Puffing a cigarette, he'd shared past mistakes. A sampling of his notions after Penny had had her stroke, the ones that'd made him question if he was a bad person. If he had the capacity to love within him. He'd adopted the formal posture of a licensed therapist. "The doctor says we all them. Those thoughts. It's okay that you've had them, too."

Revealing his shadow self, the trust he granted her even after her confession, fertilized the seed of grace he'd planted at the cowboy bar. Vine by vine it grew, winding itself through each rib, weaving between her collarbones, wrapping around the facets of her neck. Every touch, every glance was an imprint of a promise. That no matter what had happened, no matter what would happen, he would love her.

He was helping her paste her dreams back together.

Rainbow Suspenders ducked out. Arthur emerged from the restroom alcove to the right. Diners seated along the wall offered a smattering of applause, breaking her out of her reverie and into a wide smile.

Nervous sweat shined his forehead, slender fingers played with one cuff. He began with a long breath and exaggerated bow. A trick he'd developed to hide that he was gauging his condition, the likelihood of ill-timed laughter. Once he'd straightened and caught her eye, he gave a little nod, more of a chin bob. She winked and pressed Record on the tape deck.

"Hello," he said, the start of his typical introduction. "I'm Arthur. It's good to be here. You know, growing up in Gotham was like staying in one place. There's a lot to do, but when you're a poor person it's hard to pay attention."

A cackle from the rear, a hearty guffaw to her left. The din of cutlery and conversation lowered. The press of everyone's attention turned to center stage.

With a flourish, Arthur took his journal from his pocket, presented it as a prop instead of an aid. He thumbed through its pages and leaned into the mic conspiratorially. "I've heard it's not nice to talk about someone behind their back. But what if you've talked to their front, and they want to walk all over you?"

~~~~~

Traffic Light was one of Gotham's best deals. Four dollars for an overflowing mound of Thai delicacies, one self-service plate stacked as high as GCR's Twin Towers. Available after nine o'clock Tuesdays and Thursdays. No sharing, please. Avoid waste and take plenty of napkins.

Just beyond the glass entryway, a praying Buddha statue greeted them, the tip of its ushnisha taller than a stupa. Golden elephants marched along sequined tapestries, plastic greenery hung from the ceiling, cradled in beige macrame. Behind the register, floral garlands topped royal family portraits. And facing the bar was a spirit house the size of a fax machine, where green tea and coconuts were offered for protection. Warm, woody incense merged with the pungent smell of curry to make Y/N's mouth water.

Arthur's long strides beat her to the buffet. He grabbed a scalloped plate, held it parallel to his chest. Drummed the bottom while he studied the unfamiliar cuisine. Grinning, she stepped forward to be his guide.

Chicken satay and steamed jasmine rice found an immediate home on his dish, peanut sauce cuddled up to dependable crispy wings. Scallion pancakes were deep friend, making him an instant fan. On her advice, he added a scoop of vegetable tempura, just to get a vitamin or two in his system. When he poked a squid's suckers, his expression was a mask of alarm. The seafood stir fry was a firm pass. Y/N ordered the yellow curry - two star spicy this time.

They settled on brown wicker bar chairs at the counter, which ran along the front window, facing the street. People hustling to work, to a relaxing night of dozing in an easy chair before the television, to fluttery first dates.

"So." Arthur dipped sliced carrot in her curry sauce, speaking and sipping his cocktail. "What did you think? I couldn't really hear the crowd. I was too nervous."

"No one could tell. You were a real professional out there." She nibbled the last vestiges of meat from a chicken bone. Wiped her fingers and pulled a folded tissue from her purse. "I just had a couple ideas."

"You took notes?"

"You can compare them to the tape later."

His set had started off strong and ended on a high note, bridging a lull that'd sagged the middle. He'd only been a beat off at times, a pause post-setup a split second too long. "The crowd got quiet about halfway through," she said.

"Maybe they were listening?" he asked. She didn't have to look to know he was somewhere between a squint and a grin. His tender tone held a challenge.

"It's possible. But I think they anticipated your shtick, the 'why' and 'what do you get' format of your jokes." Her fingertip followed the points on her paper. "Instead of asking, 'Why is marriage like fine wine?' you could deliver the whole joke as a sentence or two. What about, 'Marriage is like fine wine. The more it ages, the rarer it is.' And than make it personal by mentioning your favorite."

"Like, 'My wife and I are a fine Moscato?'"

"Merlot ages better."

Crossing his arms over his chest, he swiveled on his stool in mock offense. "Well, it is my joke." A truth and a tease.

She popped the last bite of spring roll between his lips, followed the gesture with a peck. He caught her jaw and brought her back for another. Head hazy, she dropped her lashes. Leaned into the warm palm cradling her cheek.

He wasn't the funniest comedian she'd ever heard. But he was the one she loved the most.

Just as he dug out his wallet, a couple halted on the sidewalk, breaking their stride directly in front of them. The man wore a pastel, plaid sportscoat, the woman a blue sweater embroidered with a white Scottish terrier. Y/N recognized them as the older pair from the restaurant, kindred guppies in need of a pond.

Plaid Jacket pointed through the window, waved the wave of the overexcited, and darted through the door.

He wiped his meaty hand on his trousers and extended it to Arthur. "Hey, weren't you that guy at Laughs Lots?" His breath stank of shitty casual dining beer.

"Yes," Arthur said, taking the offered hand. His smile started off disbelieving but then crinkled his entire face. "Yeah! That was me."

"Well, I'll be. Always wanted to do an open mic night, never had the guts, though. I play harmonica. I'm Bob."

The woman on his arm gave a swift nod. "Bob's real good, too. He's got 'The Entertainer' down pat."

That wasn't the first tune Y/N associated with a harmonica. But Arthur's style of jokes wasn't what she expected out of comedy, either.

"And that must be the little lady," Bob continued, nudging Arthur's arm. Then his eyes popped. "I've gotta take a leak." On that note, he jogged towards the back of the restaurant, fists at his side like he was running a race.

Y/N snorted and patted her handbag. She hushed her voice and leaned towards Arthur, upper arm brushing his bicep. "See? You can mail that tape tomorrow."

~~~~~

With the brisk night air and clear, velvet skies, they decided to skip the train and walk home. They threaded around trash bags, hopped over sidewalk cracks, ran the last block to Sheldon Park. It'd closed an hour after sunset, but the iron gate's chain remained unlatched, either as an oversight or because the lock was broken. Likely the latter.

Y/N glanced over both shoulders. Pushed the gate ajar and slipped through the opening. Squeezed Arthur's hand and pulled him to follow.

Camping tents were set off from main entrance, tucked behind a dirt trail. Four or five, a number likely to grow given Gotham's continued stagnation. Flames licked the edges of a metal barrel, where men in ragged jackets warmed their fingers. Along the main path, two teenagers sat with a boombox, blasting the latest Run D.M.C. hit Arthur hadn't heard. Their sunglasses must've been to protect their retinas from their sneakers. Their shoes were so white they glowed. The two clinked Tab bottles and swigged.

Cinching the belt of her spring coat, she continued towards the center of the park. For being smack dab in the middle of the urban landscape, it was surprisingly quiet. No horse hooves clacked, no skateboards whizzed past. Hip hop was out of earshot now. About a minute later, he recognized where they were headed.

Ducks busied themselves on the rear side of the pond, chit chatting and grooming one another. Others slept with beaks buried under their feathers. The nearby bench was a recent addition, grass hadn't yet sprouted around its legs. Y/N sped ahead of him and took a seat. Leaned against the backrest and looked up.

It was six seconds before she spoke. "See that?" she asked and pointed at the sky. "That's the North Star."

"It's the bright one, right?" He settled next to her on the edge of the bench.

"In the tail of the little dipper. My father taught me where it was in case I ever got lost." A light laugh left her. "He tried to show me other constellations, but I was terrible at finding them. But on clear nights, we made our own. The Kite. The Tablespoon. The Stethoscope - though I think that's Orion's club or something." She folded her hands together in her lap. "The stars are hard to see here, with all the skyscrapers and lights. They're the one thing I miss from back home."

Arthur studied her face, all the details he'd memorized. Her brows remained relaxed, her eyes dry, cheeks flushed a subtle pink. He laced his fingers through hers. "I'm sorry you can't see them here."

"Don't be." Her gaze locked with his, eased into a smile. "You're the brightest star of all."

Happy roiling whirled his stomach, his pulse skipped a beat. He felt a sudden, indefinable feeling of rightness. He brought her knuckles to his lips, kissed them and kissed her mouth. She tasted like curry and coconut milk.

Scooting away, adjusting as he went, he reclined to rest his head on her shoulder. Look towards the stars and dream.

"Which one's The Kite?"

~~~~~

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Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow?

Summary:  Tegan and Nyssa, with Turlough and the Fifth Doctor in tow, head to a nightclub on a beach resort. While Turlough and the Doctor are pulled into yet another malicious plot, the two women are left to their own devices. And it turns out, a night out dancing has a habit of loosening reserves...

(Warning; this fic does get a little saucy towards the end. It’s not sm*t but it is approaching it)

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‘I don’t know what sort of dancing they’ll be doing, but it’ll be fine to have a night out.’

‘Oh, yes!’

Vislor Turlough (although he never went by his first name) looked up from the book he was reading.

He was sat on the bed in his room aboard the TARDIS. It had been a while since he had joined the time lord. Of course, he was still technically supposed to assassinate the Doctor, but so far that hadn’t really happened yet. Mercifully, the Black Guardian hadn’t contacted him in a while; the little cube was stood on Turlough’s bedside cabinet, as inanimate as the science posters displayed on the walls. Turlough didn’t have much interest in these posters, but they had belonged to the previous occupant of the room, and Turlough felt he shouldn’t move them out of respect for the boy called Adric who had died.

He had been trying to catch up on reading (the TARDIS had a well-stocked library, after all) but he had half-expected not to be left in peace for long. Sure enough, there was a knock at the door.

Turlough climbed off his bed, crossed the room and poked his head out through the door.

Tegan and Nyssa were stood outside. Tegan had removed her cardigan and was wearing her vest top and shorts, while Nyssa was wearing her striped shirt and shorts, having presumably left the jersey she normally tied around her waist in the room she shared with Tegan.

‘Yes?’ he said, politely. Nyssa was nice enough, but he got the feeling that Tegan still didn’t trust him. She had good reason not to, he reasoned. ‘How can I help you?’

‘Well, if you’re gonna be like that-’

‘Tegan…’ Nyssa said, cajolingly. ‘You haven’t even asked him yet.’

‘Asked me what?’

Tegan sighed, and crossed her arms.

‘We were thinking of asking the Doctor to land the TARDIS somewhere fun, so we can go for a night out. Would you like to come along?’

‘Er… “night out”?’

‘They didn’t go out dancing on your planet?’

Turlough shook his head. He didn’t feel like explaining the reason why he wasn’t in the habit of dancing into the early hours. Being a political exile could put a damper on your social life.

‘Well, the Doctor mentioned that human planets in the 23rd Century had rather fun beach resorts,’ Nyssa said. ‘Tegan said she hasn’t been on a night out since she was back on Earth, and I thought it might be fun.’

Turlough thought about it. While he wasn’t personally disposed towards dancing, it would be nice to get out for a while. He could, at the very least, take his mind off his mission.

‘Okay,’ he said, nodding. ‘Count me in.’

‘Lovely!’ Nyssa said, throwing an arm around Tegan’s shoulders and grinning. ‘We’ll just ask the Doctor to land us somewhere nice.’

Turlough couldn’t help but notice Tegan’s face flush as Nyssa clung to her. Interesting.

 *

 Upon entering the main dance floor of the nightclub, Turlough’s ear were buffeted by the noise. He was already feeling a little annoyed; Tegan had recommended that he leave his jacket back in the TARDIS, and the walk into the human resort hadn’t warmed him up that much.

‘Town Called Malice!’ exclaimed an ecstatic Tegan, presumably referencing the song being played. ‘I haven’t heard this in a while!’

‘Do humans enjoy this sort of thing?’ Turlough yelled, over the music. ‘Why is the music so loud?’

‘It’s fun; that’s why!’

‘Oh, come and dance with me, Tegan!’ Nyssa exclaimed, linking an arm through Tegan’s. ‘How about we try that dance we did back in Edwardian Britain?’

‘The Charleston?’

‘Yes, you remember; there was a human woman there who looked identical to me!’

‘Oh, yeah…’ Tegan said. ‘That was great; it was like having two Nyssa’s around.’

Was Nyssa blushing?

Turlough rolled his eyes. This was starting to get a little annoying. Could neither of them tell?

Tegan and Nyssa hurried off, disappearing into the crowd on the dance floor.

Baffled, Turlough turned and forced his way through the crowd back towards the entrance. He found the Doctor in the coat-check area, chatting amicably to the two people working there. Upon seeing him, the Doctor bade the staff a quick goodbye and hurried over.

‘Enjoying yourself?’

‘In a matter of speaking,’ Turlough replied, shrugging. ‘I think this is more Tegan and Nyssa’s scene, to be honest.’

‘Well, the two of them haven’t been able to relax for a while, so I can imagine they’re enjoying themselves a lot.’

‘Doctor…’ Turlough said. ‘They are… very close, aren’t they?’

‘Tegan and Nyssa?’ The Doctor replied. ‘Oh, yes; been as thick as thieves since they first met. Understandable, really; given the circumstances.’

Turlough raised an eyebrow. Normally, he would have asked the Doctor whether he was aware of the two young women clearly being in love with each other, but Turlough found himself confused by that last remark.

‘How do you mean?’

‘Well,’ the time lord continued, looking a little uncomfortable. ‘Both of them were uprooted from their own planets, both of them had family members killed by the Master, both of them had to look after me shortly after my regeneration… no wonder why they became so close.’

‘Very close.’

‘I don’t follow, Turlough-good grief, what is that?’

Turlough rolled his eyes, and hurried after the time lord, who was now exclaiming something about a photon generator and running towards the staff room.

 *

 About three hours later, Turlough and the Doctor emerged back in the nightclub, climbing up a ladder from the underground base they had discovered.

‘Well, all’s well that ends well,’ the Doctor said, cheerfully, as the two of them exited the staff room of the club. ‘I imagine the authorities will be rather baffled by the planets two moons briefly halting their rotation.’

‘Do you normally run into these situations in these… nightclubs?’

‘You’d be surprised. But I can’t imagine Tegan and Nyssa even noticed we were gone; they’ve probably been enjoying their night out.’

‘Doctor…’ Turlough said, exasperated. He and the Doctor began to push their way through the crowd, back towards the main dancefloor. ‘Can you at least explain why this sort of place exists?’

‘Nightclubs? Well, mainly as a social gathering place, mainly for young people. Meant for relaxation and social interaction. Ironic, given what we just had to solve but, for the vast majority of people, nightclubs are places to enjoy themselves.’

By this point, Turlough had spotted Tegan and Nyssa. But they weren’t dancing anymore. Tegan leaning against the wall, and Nyssa was… well…

'Doctor,’ Turlough asked, stopping and gesturing through the crowd at the two women. The music was so loud that no-one aside from the Doctor could hear what he was saying. ‘What are they doing?'

The Doctor glanced quickly at Tegan and Nyssa.

'Ah, well, Turlough; that is a side effect of humanoid reproduction known as kissing,’ the Doctor said, wearing an expression of polite bafflement mixed with scientific curiosity. ‘Social ritual used on Earth for various different things. However, one of the more common uses is for romantic intimacy. Often leading to... er, well, liaisons of sorts.'

'Is that why Nyssa's hands seem to have slipped under Tegan's top?'

'Er, now that I think about it, these sorts of human rituals are something of a private matter,’ the Doctor said, turning away. ‘I feel that maybe we ought to leave them to it. They'll find us when they finish doing... well, when they've finished.'

Turlough got the distinct impression that the aged Time Lord was embarrassed. Well, he supposed that beings like the Doctor probably felt a little out-of-sorts when it came to this sort of thing. Turlough himself had never given much thought to women, but the Doctor didn't seem to think about anyone in that way. No wonder they were uncomfortable.

As Tegan and Nyssa seemed thoroughly engrossed in each other, Turlough followed the Doctor back the way they had come. The pounding music was already starting to annoy him again; did humans really enjoy this? Maybe that was what the alcohol was for.

 *

 Tegan slowly rose out of unconsciousness. Her first abiding thought was that her brain felt as if a bus had been rammed into it.

‘Urgh.’

‘Ah, you’re awake.’

Tegan dimly opened her eyes. Nyssa’s face swum into view, staring down at her. A pair of arms appeared as well, holding a glass of water and two tablets. Of course, Nyssa was wearing that long eighteenth-century-style nightgown which had developed an embarrassing habit of turning up in Tegan’s dreams (which did little to remove Tegan’s continuing subconscious query as to whether Nyssa wore anything underneath it). The last daughter of Traken looked utterly beautiful, in a carefully poised way that Tegan had never been quite able to.

Tegan herself was wearing her standard old striped pyjamas (she had never really liked wearing nighties), although she couldn’t remember putting them on. She couldn’t remember much, to be completely honest.

‘What…’

‘Pain relief and something to wash them down,’ Nyssa said, as Tegan groggily sat up in bed. At any other time, Tegan would have been flustered by Nyssa sitting so close to her while the pair of them were wearing their night things. ‘The TARDIS databanks recommended this to combat the after-effects of alcohol on human biology.’

‘Thanks, Nys.’

Tegan took the tablets and swallowed a large mouthful of water. She retched slightly, before letting out another groan.

‘God, how much did I drink?’

‘I believe you had at least seven different cocktails and another four drinks of varying types,’ Nyssa said. ‘You were in rather a good mood. If I remember correctly, we got back to the TARDIS fine; the Doctor suggested that you go to sleep as soon as possible.’

‘I can barely remember anything…’ Tegan groaned. ‘Did you have much to drink? How come you’re not hungover?’

‘I believe human alcohol effects the Trakenite composition differently,’ Nyssa replied, stroking Tegan softly on the arm. ‘As for me, I think the alcohol simply reduced my normal reserve and made me more physically tactile.’

Tegan tried to ignore the gooseflesh that erupted up her arm at Nyssa’s touch.

‘Do… do you not remember anything at all?’

‘Barely anything. The last thing I remember was downing a cocktail at the bar. Wait… how did I get into my pyjamas?’

At this, Nyssa’s face pinkened.

‘I… I didn’t look,’ she stammered, looking away. ‘Although you kept mumbling that you wouldn’t mind if I did. You had consumed lots of alcohol by that point, of course.’

Tegan felt her stomach turn to lead, as a wave of embarrassment washed over her. Technically, Nyssa had probably seen her undressed before; they did share a room, after all. But that was different. And had she really said that she wouldn’t mind Nyssa looking at her? Of course, she wouldn’t mind; in fact, the idea made her heart jitter like a jackrabbit. But she wasn’t supposed to tell Nyssa that.

‘Er… sorry,’ Tegan said. ‘I probably made you embarrassed.’

‘A little, yes,’ Nyssa replied. ‘Although… well, I must admit, I did have to look just to get the buttons on your top done up.’

‘O-oh.’

‘Yes.’

‘H-how much did you…’

‘Er, w-well, you kept giggling and telling me to go slower so…’

‘R-right.’

The two of them sat in a very pregnant silence for a moment. Tegan’s brain felt like it was rapidly turning into a lot of static. Very sapphic static. Rainbow static. Yeah. It also didn’t help that a certain heat was now burning between her legs. Why now? It wasn’t fair. Good grief, she really did have a one-track mind, didn’t she? Nyssa was sat here, all nervous and embarrassed, and all Tegan could think about was things not suitable for polite company.

‘And… you really can’t remember anything after that cocktail in the bar?’ Nyssa asked, slowly. ‘Nothing at all?’

Tegan dimly stared at her for a moment. At Nyssa’s kind, beautiful eyes. At Nyssa’s soft, gentle hair. At her delicate, kissable lips-

Tegan sat bolt upright in bed. Her face burned red, and her mouth fell open and closed.

Oh, god.

She had kissed Nyssa. Kissed Nyssa.

‘I… take it you do remember,’ Nyssa said, softly. ‘Judging from you suddenly becoming very interested in my lips.’

‘Nys… we…’ Tegan stammered, suddenly aware of how close Nyssa was sitting, and of the younger woman’s hand on her arm. ‘Last night… we…’

‘Yes, we kissed,’ Nyssa continued, her cheeks pinkening slightly as she said it. ‘I’d never done that before, actually; it was rather wonderful. You’re a very good kisser, Tegan.’

‘I-I-Nyssa, I-’

‘If...’ and now Nyssa lowered her gaze, her hands trailing a line along the duvet. ‘If you don’t want to speak about it, I understand. We had both ingested a lot of alcohol and I have heard that humans often do things they regret after drinking-’

‘Regret it?’ Tegan repeated. Without thinking, she leaned forward and clasped Nyssa’s hand in hers. ‘You really think I’d regret kissing you? Nyssa, you’re wonderful; I consider myself bloody lucky!’

Nyssa’s pretty face blushed. A memory from the previous night sparked in Tegan’s brain; of blushing faces and wandering hands…

Damn. It seemed that the demure Trakenite had a raunchy side. A very raunchy side. Tegan slotted that wonderful memory away to peruse at a later time. She was also aware that… certain areas were now tingling, as if they remembered Nyssa’s hands too. Damn, Nyssa.  

‘You’re so sweet,’ Nyssa said, cheeks dimpling. ‘I am glad that you don’t regret it because…’

‘What?’

‘Oh… well, please don’t be angry, Tegan,’ Nyssa said, now looking concerned.

‘I won’t be, I promise,’ Tegan replied, chuckling, now wondering what was causing the normally-calm Trakenite to look so worried. ‘Please, tell me; what happened? What’s got you so worked up?’

Nyssa stood up, walked across the room to her bed (Tegan taking pains not to focus on how pretty Nyssa looked in the nightie), and picked something off it.

‘After I woke up, I noticed this document lying on the desk,’ Nyssa said,  returning to sit on Tegan’s bed and handing a piece of paper to her. ‘I can only dimly remember it but I think both of us… well, both of us…’

Tegan stared down at the paper, her breath catching in her throat as she read and re-read the words inscribed upon it.

‘M-marriage license?’

Nyssa’s face was now as red as Tegan’s.

‘To all intents and purposes, the two of us are now legally married,’ she said, blinking quickly. ‘On that planet, at least. I… I seem to recall you being particularly enthusiastic about the idea.’

‘Oh.’

Yes, of course Tegan would have been enthusiastic about that. The combination of the alcohol and kissing Nyssa had likely removed all of her normal awkwardness surrounding her feelings for Nyssa. The memories all flooded back. The two of them had left the club after spending a very long time kissing and, instead of heading back to the TARDIS, they had elected to walk around the resort, eventually ending up in a wedding venue of some kind. Tegan had kissed Nyssa and asked her to marry her. Blushing, Nyssa had nodded happily. A whirl through the venue later, and the two of them had stumbled giddily back to the TARDIS, where Tegan had giggled like an adolescent while Nyssa helped her into her pyjamas, Tegan making sure that Nyssa could get an eyeful if she so chose. If Tegan’s brain wasn’t already feeling frazzled, she probably would have focused more on it all.

‘And…’ Tegan managed, slowly. ‘…you thought I’d be angry?’

‘Well…’ Nyssa said, miserably. ‘The TARDIS databanks say that marriage between two women was very uncommon and even illegal in your time period. I… I was worried you would consider it improper.’

‘Im…improper?’

‘What I’m saying, Tegan,’ Nyssa said, her eyes darting down. ‘That if you do want to get it annulled, I completely understand-’

Before Tegan quite knew what she was doing, she had put her arms around Nyssa and pulled her sideways onto the bed, before pressing a kiss to her lips. It was sweet and soft against Nyssa. All that longing… all that adoration… Tegan had to make it known. And, judging from Nyssa sinking into the kiss with a moan of bliss, the message had been received and was accepted. Nyssa’s hands stretched around Tegan’s back, so as to pull the two of them closer together. Gooseflesh appeared on Tegan’s back under where Nyssa’s soft fingers pressed. There was a moment of pure blissful abandon before their lips slowly and reluctantly parted.

‘T-Tegan?’

‘I love you, Nyssa,’ Tegan said, the words tumbling out as if afraid of being kept within any longer. ‘I always have. Don’t ever think that I wouldn’t want to be with you.’

‘R-really?’

‘Of course. Why do you think I was so excited about kissing you? Or marrying you? That wasn’t the alcohol. That was all me. Because I bloody love you, Nys.’

‘I love you too, Tegan,’ Nyssa replied, her face now wreathed in a huge smile. Tegan’s heart roared its delight. She really was that bloody lucky! ‘But… are you sure? Marriage is a big step.’

Tegan considered this for a moment, trying to ignore her brain furiously chanting “she loves me too, she loves me too…”. The triumph of the moment was pretty incredible, and Tegan could deny that her brain was rushing with endorphins. Nyssa loved her… Nyssa actually loved her…

‘Maybe it is a big step,’ she said, her heart aching with warmth for the woman staring up at her. ‘But… well, we do already live together, and I’ve been barmy for you for a very long time. Besides, I could get easily used to referring to you as “my wife”, to be honest.’

‘Me too,’ Nyssa said, smiling.

‘So…’ Tegan said, casually playing with a lock of Nyssa’s hair. ‘How much about human attitudes towards women-loving-women did you look into on the databanks?’

‘Just academic curiosity,’ Nyssa said, with a tone that betrayed the complete opposite. ‘After all, I had to know.’

‘You absolutely had to. And I am so glad you did,’ Tegan replied, grinning. ‘Well, as a married couple, we’re technically on our honeymoon now. Do you know what humans get up to on honeymoons?’

‘Er…’ Nyssa said, slowly, her face turning red again. ‘I… I think I have some idea.’

Tegan grinned, before leaning down to kiss Nyssa -her wife- again. God, this felt brilliant! One of Nyssa’s hands began meshed in Tegan’s hand, while the other reached further and further down Tegan’s back, gently pulling the nightie lower as it did so. If their kiss earlier was chaste, this was the exact opposite. Blood roared in Tegan’s ears and her heart pounded frantically. Nyssa let out a soft moan against her lips, and Tegan heard herself do the same in response. Tegan was suddenly aware of the fact she was basically now lying on top of Nyssa, and that they were both wearing their night clothes, and that Nyssa’s hands had slipped under Tegan’s pyjama top, and -oh, god- Nyssa definitely didn’t seem to be wearing anything under her nightie, and -oh, god- the parts of Nyssa that were pressing against her were already quivering with-

‘Tegan, Nyssa; are you two still sleeping in?’

Tegan pulled up from kissing Nyssa, both their faces burning bright red. Nyssa quickly pulled her nightie back up to her neck, and Tegan was frantically doing up the buttons of her top that had come loose in their fumbling. The door of their room opened slightly, although mercifully no-one entered.

‘It’s rather late,’ the Doctor’s voice called, through the gap. ‘What are you both doing?’

‘Given what happened last night,’ Turlough’s voice added, sounding like he was trying not to laugh. ‘I expect that they’re still doing that human social ritual-’

‘Doctor, Turlough; get out!’

‘Sorry!’

The door clicked shut, and the sounds of Turlough’s laughter echoed away down the corridor.

Tegan put her head in her hands and groaned in mortification. Why did the Doctor always seem to choose the worst moment to walk in? This wasn’t fair. She hadn’t expected some fairy-tale romance with Nyssa, but she had at least hoped that their first potential liaison wouldn’t be interrupted by a irritating time lord dressed entirely in beige cricket gear.

Click.

She looked up. Nyssa had crossed the room over to the entrance, and clicked a button on the door handle.

'Wait… we have a lock on the bedroom door?'

'We do now,' Nyssa replied, smiling as she turned back to Tegan. 'The TARDIS responds to emotion, after all. We didn’t want to be interrupted, so it has kindly gifted us with a way to avoid being walked in on when we're... busy.'

Tegan stared at her, incredulously.

'Are we going to be… busy a lot?'

Nyssa fixed Tegan with a smile, her eyes glinting mischievously. Tegan felt an excited shiver go up her spine.

'It's our honeymoon, Tegan; we're supposed to be, to use the Earth phrase, “getting’ busy”-'

'Nyssa!'

The Trakenite grinned at the flustered Australian, before crossing the room and jumping into Tegan's arms. The two of them landed roughly on Tegan's bedspread, Nyssa pressing kisses to Tegan's collarbones. Tegan let out a shriek of delight, wrapping her arms around Nyssa’s back. God, she could see herself getting used to this! Nyssa had always been fairly tactile, but this was something else. And Tegan was not complaining. Especially when Nyssa used her mouth like that.  

Eventually, Nyssa nestled down on top of Tegan, content to simply cuddle. Tegan had to admit, this felt rather wonderful.

'Nys…’ she asked, and the Trakenite sat up off her slightly, ‘you never did explain how alcohol affects Trakenites. I think I need to know, since we’re married now.'

'Well, aside from reserves being reduced, the main side effect is that it causes Trakenite women's chests to expand,' Nyssa said, before chucking as Tegan's eyes dropped. 'Got you. Although I don’t mind you looking. After all, I got… very familiar with yours last night, so it's only fair.'

Tegan giggled, enjoying the feeling of Nyssa lying on top of her. Not to mention the view. It honestly blew Tegan’s mind that such an amazing, intelligent, beautiful, wonderful woman loved her. God, what had she done in a previous life to deserve such love?

Nyssa reached down and began to play with a strand of Tegan���s hair.

‘Tegan?’

‘Hmm?’

'You know that we will have to tell the Doctor at some point.'

'Knowing him, he probably already knows,’ Tegan muttered, rolling her eyes. ‘That bloody time lord always seem to know too much for his own good. But you’re probably right; we should tell him. Even if it's just so he can drop us off at a resort somewhere to have our honeymoon.'

'Oh!’ Nyssa exclaimed, smiling. ‘Any ideas as to where?'

'Nyssa, I'd holiday in the middle of hurricane season if it was where you wanted to go.'

‘You’re so sweet,’ Nyssa said, leaning down and pressing a kiss to the tip of Tegan’s nose. ‘But we needn’t go somewhere like that; a nice quiet beach planet would be rather fun.’

‘I agree.’

Nyssa fixed Tegan with a knowing smirk.

‘You’re just saying that because you’d like to see me in one of those Earth bikinis.’

‘True,’ Tegan said, chuckling. ‘But, considering where your hands were roaming last night, I could say the same of you.’

Nyssa’s face pinkened, and Tegan knew that she had hit the mark. Why did Nyssa have to be so pretty when she was flustered? It was enough to drive a woman bonkers. Well, a certain kind of bonkers anyway.

‘Nys, love,’ she said, leaning up to press a kiss to Nyssa’s cheek. ‘I’d walk around starkers if you wanted me to.’

‘I may have to hold you to that promise during our honeymoon,’ Nyssa said, smirking. ‘I’d like to see that. Just privately between us, of course.’

Tegan laughed.

'Your wish is my command. And, yeah, a beach resort sounds great. Shall we go and ask the Doctor now?'

Nyssa smiled, staring down at her wife.

‘We can wait a few hours. Besides…’-Nyssa’s eyes glinted again-‘I’m not quite done with you here just yet.’

Tegan grinned, as Nyssa surged forward and pressed their lips together. Tegan’s brain exploded into a cacophony of exhilarating emotion. Well, a few very choice emotions in particular, no doubt egged along by… how the hell was Nyssa this good at kissing? Maybe Tegan was just very sheltered, or the heat of the moment was affecting her brain, but she didn’t care. Nyssa was… was…

‘Tegan…’ Nyssa growled, against Tegan’s lips. Her voice was commanding, intense and very, very attractive. ‘My wife…’

Oh.

Tegan quivered. One of Nyssa's hands slipped under Tegan's pyjama bottoms, while the slipped under her top, gooseflesh erupting when her soft fingers trailed along the skin beneath. Buttons began to pop open under the force of Nyssa’s efforts, and Tegan let out a moan against Nyssa’s lips as the Trakenite cupped-

Oh, god.

The fire between Tegan’s legs had already sparked into life once again, and the Australian found her pulse accelerating as she breathlessly kissed her wife, savouring both the joy of the moment and the thrill of anticipation, as their night things began to be thrown, discarded, by Nyssa onto the floor.

It was going to be a very fun day.

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Thanks for reading, everyone! I know this is a little bit saucier than I normally write for Tegan/Nyssa, but hopefully it doesn't come across as gross.

[little-mouse-gardens]

Character introduction: Wei Xiurong

after a couple weeks of planning and editing, I have finally fished the character intro for my character Wei Xiurong!

(None of the images in the mood-board belong to me, I used Makowka's picrew for the face claim while the images were found on Pinterest)

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   Wei Xiurong - 魏秀榮

          東方的大母老虎

 (The great tigress of the east)

Name:  Wei Xiurong 

Age:  5000+, (immortal) appears to be in her early thirties 

Sex/Gender: female, she/her 

Sexuality: biromantic + demisexual

Species: half demon (human/demon)

Voiceclaim: Elizabeth Maxwell 

Occupation: guards and protects a temple filled with powerful items/weapons to be made and used by the gods

Education: extensive. Over the thousands of years she has been alive she has gained extensive knowledge and adapted to the times. 

Eye color: reddish brown eyes 

Skin color: warm ivory 

Hair color: black with accents of dark brown when the sun illuminates it. She usually keeps her hair slicked back into a bun, but she will occasionally wear it down and curl it. 

Height: 5’5

Weight: 132lbs

Fitness level: very active. She never skips an early morning jog and always takes an hour or two out of her day to train and workout.

Tattoos: none

Scars/Birthmarks:

a few scars on her back and hands, a long scar that goes across her chest, and a long scar down her cheek that she hides with a bit of glamor. 

Though these are barely visible, if you get close enough, you can see what look to be tiger stripes going down her back and arms.

On the front of her right hand is a marking of a tiger roaring, which symbolizes her inner beast and the bloodline she comes from.

Other distinguishing features: 

her eyes have a bit of an amber tint to them if you look close enough. 

Disabilities: none 

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Fashion style:

 At first, she wore traditional Tang dynasty clothing, but her style also changed with the times. 

Most of her style in modern times consists of tweed vests, leather jackets, flats, knee high boots, cardigans, tights, turtlenecks, cheongsam, blouses, slightly flared trousers, sundresses, sun hats, loose t-shirts.

The main colors she wears are all shades of red, pinks, golds, oranges and yellows.

Through the centuries a lot of the same motifs remain in her clothing and accessories.  Specifically, tigers (or other big cats like lions and leopards), flowers like yellow lilies & cineraria, and symbols that represent family, kindness and strength.

Accessories:

Gemstone Earrings, in shades of red, gold and orange.

A jade bangle her husband gave to her as a wedding gift. (it is the most important item in the world to her)

A gold pendent given to her by her daughters as a birthday present.

Signature weapon(s): her main weapon is a pair of deer horn knives, and her secondary weapon is Jian, a double-edged sword that had once belonged to her grandmother on her father's side.

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  Weaknesses: threatening the safety of her family. If she knows the enemy is more powerful than her or she can’t readily protect her family, that is the easiest way to get her to stand down and surrender.

 Though it is extremely difficult, you can eventually exhaust her. It will take a while, but she will eventually need to rest.

Abilities : 

Immense strength/speed/agility/senses 

Immortality - gained immortality after she ate a few peaches of immortality and drank some heavenly wine as a reward for bringing a rampaging demon back to the gods to be imprisoned. As a result, she became ageless and yielded eternal youth. 

Shapeshifting - the ability to change into any creature she wants.

the only way you can really tell it is her is by looking at the color of the creature's eyes or the very subtle presence of stripes on its body. 

Claws - a set of claws she can retract/unretract at will. They are extremely sharp and have been known to cut through the toughest of metals. 

Spirit-walking - whenever she falls asleep, she can choose to separate her spirit from her body and transform it into the physical form of a large tiger. However, this differs from the inner beast since she can’t do this when she is awake, and this tiger is only slightly bigger than a normal sized tiger.

However, if you get hurt in this form, your body will also sustain the same injuries and vis versa. So, caution is key in this fragile state.

Pyrokinesis - the ability to manipulate fire. 

Clairvoyance - The Ability to Perceive Person, Object, Location, And Physical Events Through Extrasensory Perception.

Line of sight - Xiurong can see, hear, smell and sense things much better than the average person can.

if she closes her eyes, in any form she takes, she can follow the colorful outline/ trail of her target(s) and see/feel things that others normally cannot. 

Energy Blasts - the Ability to Expel Various Forms of Energy from The Body

Chi manipulation - manipulate the flow of latent energy that is present in the physical body.

Energy Conversion - the Ability to Absorb One Form of Energy and Convert It into Another Form of Energy

Roar - the ability to let out a destructive stream or a destructive wave of sonic energy that sounds similar to a tiger roaring and can destroy anything in front of the user unless they turn around. 

         The inner beast - by combining all her energy, she can turn herself into a colossal tiger that can cause catastrophic amounts of destruction.  It does have a secondary form which is stronger and larger than its usual form.

Attaining this secondary form is extremely dangerous and could risk being consumed by their beast completely.

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  Birth date: her exact date of birth is unknown. Her children, grandchildren and her children's spouses only know that she was born sometime in early february. So they just pick a random day in february.

Place of birth: a small village hidden in a valley in the mountains

Affiliations:

She is affiliated with both demons and immortals, but prefers to be among demons and humans rather than immortal beings and gods. 

She has a much closer bond with the demons she allied herself with and the humans she protected. She only has a few immortal beings she could or would ever consider to be her friends. 

Plus she personally thinks some of the immortals and gods are a bit snobbish and undeserving of their positions (though she never voiced it out loud)

Skeletons in the closet: 

Kept her youngest daughter, xifeng, birth a secret from her older daughters since there are demons out there who would find out about xifeng and would want to eat her for revenge. 

However, in the sequel little tiger, when xifeng discovered her abilities and sought out her family after mk discovered the staff, the secret was revealed anyway. 

!!Spoilers for lmk season 4!! Please scroll past if you don’t want spoilers!!

In the sequel to great beasts, little tiger, her daughter xifeng discovers that xiurong knew everything about mk being a stone monkey and she had also watched over him in the same form when she would be allowed to leave the celestial realm.

Personality traits:

-caring, open-minded, cunning, trustworthy, generous, loving, motherly, brave

-commanding, strong willed, good-natured, leaderly, dutiful, patient, merciful

-vicious + assertive + aggressive + vengeful (when she needs to be)  

Introvert/Extrovert: 

extrovert 

Intelligence + educational background : 

highly intelligent. 

  As a child she was tutored by her mother and grandmother and was given a complete and extensive education. Through the years she has adapted to the times and learned everything she could learn through studying and researching.

She has a vast source of knowledge to say the least after decades of being alive.

Self-esteem: she is fairly confident in herself and knows her own self worth. 

However,  There are some days she feels as if she hasn’t done enough for her family or feels like she should have done something to prevent her husband's death. 

Hobbies/Skills/talents

Archery

Cross stitching/embroidery 

Research/studying

Calligraphy

Martial arts

hiking/exploring 

tarot/fortune telling 

Gardening

pottery

Reading 

crafts/woodworking/metalworking 

Forethought 

Observation 

Knowledge of basic wilderness survival skills 

Balance

Immense combat skills - she has centuries of training and experience when it comes to martial arts and fighting in general. 

Immense physical attributes 

Astrological divination/reading people

leadership/strategic thinking/peacekeeping/negotiating 

Strong breath control 

Loves:

-Her family, spending time with her family, 

-Scented candles (mostly natural scents like pine needles or fruits)

-animals/wildlife/forests/mountains 

-training, martial arts

-mid-spring, early summer

- fishing & camping, traveling,

-sewing, embroidery, knitting,

-sitting in her garden and relaxing by the lakefront 

- reading

-solar eclipses, the sun, sunsets 

- cooking 

- colors/ red, orange, yellow, gold 

- movies/ comedy, adventure, horror

-book/ mystery, fantasy 

-animals/ tigers, lions, dogs, cats, monkeys, wolves, horses, ect.

-specific food+drinks/ traditional dishes, green tea, sweet tea/iced tea, lemonade, butterfly pea flower bubble tea, soy milk, mooncakes, egg tarts, peking duck, mangos & durian, steamed stuffed buns, glazed chocolate donuts, any kind of seafood

-holidays/social events/festivals/dragon boat festival, lunar new year, mid-autumn festival 

  Phobias/Fears:

Losing her family or being unable to protect them. After losing her husband and the incidents that come after her daughters are all grown up, this fear has become deeply ingrained into her and is her biggest weakness overall. 

 Venomous creatures. due to an incident she when her daughters were around fifteen.

Angered by: 

     Xiurong is a surprisingly patient person. It is really hard to piss her off. She can get angry, but it isn’t her true anger showing. 

     you really have to dig deep in order to find what really makes her go into ‘i will eviscerate you and paint my walls with your blood’ mode. 

 aka The kind of anger that's got you fearing for your very soul.

    Basically anything that is a threat to her family, hurting her family, cruelty to the innocent, people who have complete disregard for life in general, being backstabbed after giving somebody a chance to redeem themselves. 

   These are the things that will get you killed.

Pet peeves: 

Once again, she is a very patient person, however she also has limits.

-people who can’t admit their wrong doings 

-men who would constantly speak over women

-People who say "no offense" as if it downplays anything insulting they say

-passive aggressive behavior.

-parents who are to lazy to watch their own children 

Bad habits:

Neglecting her own needs for the sake of others and hiding her pain from others so she doesn’t worry anyone. 

Desires/goals :

To see her family happy and thriving, to give them the freedom to make their own choices and to give them everything the world has to offer them 

Flaws:

Neglecting her own needs for the sake of her family, hiding her sadness for their fathers death from her kids so they don’t worry about her. 

Keeping things from them so they don’t have to worry about her at all. 

Favorite saying: 

To love at all is to love entirely

Regrets:

Keeping xinfeng’s birth a secret from her sisters 

Not visiting an old childhood friend after moving back to her village with her mother when her training was officially complete 

Spiriting mk away from flower fruit mountain 

Accomplishments:

Mastering her abilities and unlocking her inner beast 

gaining immortality from the gods for not just herself, but her daughters and descendants as well

Proving herself, through hard work and determination, worthy to sit among the seven demon kings

Marrying her husband zheng liu 

The birth of her daughters 

Killing the demon that murdered her father and her husband 

Securing a comfy position among the immortals

Motivations:

 Generally keeping her family safe and showing others that their family were and always will be a force to be reckoned with 

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  Partner(s)/Significant other(s):

Zheng Liu (husband, deceased) = a human man who had moved into the valley after being casted out by his family.

He was and will always be the love of her life. Her best friend and her partner in crime. A cheerful kind man who had a fondness for nature and was just a tad bit clumsy when it came to things like wielding a sword or archery. 

Xiurong loved him so much. No words could ever describe the love she held for him

Sadly, the day she found out she was pregnant, he was killed in cold blood by another demon. 

His death was absolutely devastating for her.

Even as the years went on, she never seemed to truly get over losing him. She learned to go on living and actually enjoy life and be happy, however there was that bit of sadness she hid deep within her.

Cai Zhaohui (fiancé + reincarnation of Liu, deceased) = 

(btw most of this info comes from the sequel i’m working on called little tiger)

xiurong met zhaohui when she was moving into a new apartment in a megapolis.

 He was funny, awkward, a little bit nervous, nerdy, and was just a genuinely nice guy to be around.

 At first they started off as friends for the first couple years. Just hanging out, inviting each other over to binge watch shows they liked if they felt lonely. Until she slowly started falling for him. 

(fun fact : she did reveal who she was to him and was shocked to find he was completely fine with her being a half demon. To the point he was even a bit excited)

She never thought she would feel that way for anyone else ever since Liu died and was a bit hesitant to try to return his feelings due to the fact that she felt guilty about moving on with someone else.

 However, she eventually realized that she really needed to move on with her life and started going out with him. 

 After three years of being a couple, they were engaged and a few months after that she found out she was pregnant.

(during her pregnancy they both found out he was the reincarnation of her husband. However it didn’t really change their relationship) 

  However, due to certain events, she is imprisoned, and her fiancé is left to raise their daughter by himself. He knew that she was watching over them and always reminded their daughter how much her mother loves her. 

 Lover(s): none 

Parents/Guardians:

Wei Meng (father, deceased) - though he died when she was only two weeks old, she still looks up to him and loves him. 

According to old scrolls he left for xiurong and stories from her mother and other demons that he was a very loving and courageous man who ultimately died so xiurong and her mother could live.

He came from a long bloodline of powerful demons known as the wei family, which were demons who could turn themselves into a colossal beast based on the animal marking they were born with. 

Pan Shuchun (mother, deceased) - Xiurong was extremely close to her mother. A hardworking and kind woman who refused to give up even in the darkest moments. 

Her mother taught her everything she knew and showed her that in order for her to rise, she must fall. She wanted Xiurong to have everything and always let Xiurong know that she was proud of her and loved her.

Her mother took over the position as leader of their village when xiurong was around a few months old and was a strong and capable leader for many years. All the while she tenderly and lovingly cared for xiurong, vowing that she would do anything and everything to give her the best life a child could have. 

Zhu Ning (grandmother, deceased) - Xiurong was close to her grandmother as well, but not as close as she was to her mother. Her grandmother was tough as nails and an excellent leader to their village. 

though she always had trouble properly expressing it, she truly loved her daughter and granddaughter with every fiber of her being. 

Her fondest memories of her grandmother would be all the stories she would tell her before she would go to bed. Stories of gods and demons that would play out in her mind's eye as she drifted off to sleep at the sound of her grandmother's calming voice.

Children:

Triplets =  Wei Chuntao (alive) + Wei Rong (alive) + Wei qiaolian (alive) - she is very close with her three daughters. They are the most precious people in the world to her and she was willing to do anything to make them happy and keep them safe. No words can truly describe how much she loves her kids.

She wanted them to have the freedom to make their own choices and experience all that life has to offer them, even if it meant dealing with the sadness of letting them go. 

 Due to certain events that happen in the sequel, xiurong is unable to visit her daughters and can only watch over them from her celestial prison. When she was allowed to leave her prison, she would visit each of her daughters in the form of a creature.

She would do whatever it took to be there for her daughters.

Wei Xifeng (alive, born in the sequel, little tiger) = once again, her kids are the most precious things in the world to her. So, she loved her youngest from the moment her tiny hand grasped her finger.

Unfortunately, two months after giving birth to her, due to certain events that happen, Xiurong is forced to watch her little one grows up from afar. Only able to leave her celestial prison in the form of a creature for short periods of time to spend time with her.           

  She watches over her continuously. Doing whatever she can do to be there for her daughter. To show her that she loves her and that she is always there watching over her and supporting her.

Grandparents:

Zhu Ning (grandmother, deceased)

Pan gen (grandfather, deceased) = never got to meet her grandfather and she is glad she didn’t. 

According to those who knew him and met him, her grandfather was an extremely selfish and volatile man. He was extremely abusive to her mother and grandmother and was just a terrible leader in general since he refused to help fix any of the problems plaguing the village.

In order to keep them safe and to end his cruelty towards the villagers and their family, her grandmother murdered him. The village turned a blind eye to it and were more than ready to accept Zhu Ning as the new leader. 

Grandchildren:

Oooh boy…. folks this woman has A LOT of grandchildren. 

 i’m going to go in order from oldest to youngest and list their parents after. 

In total xiurong has seventeen grandkids!

Sun Tian - (Chuntao + sun wukong)

Sun Lihua Ruolan - (Chuntao + sun wukong)

Wei Baozhai - (Qiaolian + spider queen)

Sun Yunru - (Chuntao + sun wukong) 

Wei Chen + Wei Xiaohu - (Rong + macaque) 

Sun Qingshan - (Chuntao + sun wukong )

Wei Shanyuan - (rong + macaque) 

Wei Qiqiang - (Qiaolian + spider queen)

Wei Xingjuan - (Qiaolian + spider queen)

Sun Luohu + Sun jidu - (chuntao + sun wukong)

Sun Wenqian jiayi - (chuntao + sun wukong)

Sun yubei xing - (chuntao + sun wukong)

Wei liu (nicknamed savage) + Wei ju (nicknamed rumble) - (rong + macaque) 

Wei Bai he - (rong + macaque)

 She also has two great grandchildren. 

 1. Wei Chen Xue - (Wei Xiaohu)

 2. Sun Junjie - (Sun tian) 

        Xiurong adores her grandchildren and great grandchildren. She knows each one of their likes, dislikes and little quirks by memory and She was actually there to witness most of her grandchildren's births, all except for bai he.

 She was imprisoned way before bai he was born. however, when she was able to leave her prison, she would always pay visits to her granddaughter. 

In-laws 

She is on pretty good terms with each of her children's spouses. Treating them with the same amount of care, concern and kindness that she gives her own daughters. 

They are her family, and she cares about them. 

However, she would not be afraid to snap their necks if they hurt her daughters.

Sun wukong (son in law, alive) 

Six eared Macaque (son in law, alive) 

Spider queen (daughter in law, alive??) 

 Pets: 

  A demon cat she lovingly named Heng (still alive)   

Best friends/friends :

- Baigujing   …weird? Seems this one is hard to recall? Wonder why?

-the demon bull family, including the demon bull king 

- the other demon kings (the azure lion, the golden winged eagle, the yellow toothed elephant, flood dragon king, the macaque king, marmoset king)

-Erlang Shen, Nezha, chang'e, the dragon kings (Ao Guang, Ao run, Ao qin, Ao shun). These are the only immortal beings she is on truly good terms with. 

Xiurong generally gets along with everyone, but these people are the only ones she has close friendships with.

Rivals:

The demon bull family

The azure lion, the golden winged eagle, the yellow toothed elephant 

Generally, most demons who want to try and test her. 

Enemies:

 only those who seek to hurt or have hurt her family or friends. Other than She doesn’t really have any specific enemies.

Mentors/Teachers: 

Master Guo Xiang - a river demon who trained her father, his mother, and his mother's father etc. She considered him to be a father figure and trained with him for years until she had a firm grasp on her abilities and was now ready to return and take her mother's place as leader. 

Public perception of them:

Perceptions differed among groups. Everyone had their opinions of her, but there was no doubt she made an impact.

Among demons she was both feared and revered. Many demons thought of her as the epitome of success. something they wanted to try and be.

Someone they looked to ally themselves with because of her generosity and her willingness to look out for her allies' best interests. 

However, she was also a target. There were, and still are many that have and want to challenge her. Defeating her would boost their status and their power among demons and no one wants to miss an opportunity to take down the great tigress and her children. 

Among gods and immortals, it was a mix of respect and fear of the devastating destruction she could cause. 

Respect because of her hard work and ability to guard the powerful objects in her care. She did her job well and made it a note to always show proper respect to those in power (even if she internally thought some of them didn’t deserve it)

And fear because of the amount of damage she and her children could cause if she ever used her inner beast again.  

The entire reason the gods and immortals gave her such a comfy position (not with the highest ranks but not close to the lower ranks) was because they had seen what her inner beast was capable of. She could topple them if they set her off.

Most of them were fucking terrified of what she and her children were capable of and were not thrilled at the prospect of angering such a powerful creature. 

So they saw it better to get her on their side than to be in her way

Among humans she was fairly well received.

Sure, there were a few who saw her as a vicious demon, but most saw her as a guardian and another heroic figure. 

She was dedicated to protecting and helping humans. 

Most continue to honor her and tell stories about her acts of goodwill and the battles she had fought to keep people safe. 

In the sequel little tiger, Xifeng actually visits the town that was located inside of her mother's valley and attends a small festival that was made in honor of her mother. 

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Thats pretty much it! I'm currently working on Chuntao's right now and hopefully that should also be out soon!

[sweetsbfreex]

my love

summary: a blurb of ceo!harry taking care of his pregnant wife

pairing: ceo,husband!harry styles x pregnant,wife!reader

warnings: none! just fluff

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You were in Bloomingdale’s, a blubbering, pregnant mess to be exact. Staring at the array of newborn baby clothes. 

You weren’t really sure what happened. The only thing you did know was you wanted Harry and you’d deal with the guilt of bothering him at work later. 

Your phone was to your ear in seconds, as you waited patiently for your husband to pick up.

“Hi, angel,” harry greets you gently.

“H—“

“Woah” Harry stands up immediately from his desk. You’ve said one letter, yet he can immediately hear how stuffed you are and the shakiness in your voice. You’ve been crying and he doesn’t like that one bit. He’s praying nothing serious has happened to you or the baby, and that you’ve just watched an SPCA commercial or the ending of Avatar: The Last Airbender, or maybe you've just read a novel.

“Love? You alright, what is it?” 

“I— I’m at the mall, in Bloomingdale’s shopping for the baby, and I don’t know what’s wrong, but I just started crying. The clothes are so small and cute, Harry. I think it’s the hormones…” you wipe at your tears. Trying to make sure no one was around to witness a pregnant woman lose her mind. You especially didn’t need to see it in magazines. 

“Okay, okay. Just breathe, love. Probably a bit overwhelmed, huh?” he speaks softly into the phone.

“I think so?” you stammer. 

“Which mall are you at?” He asks, gathering his keys, packing his backpack and briefcase, and locking his office door. 

“I’m at Simons, but you don’t have to drive all the way over here, just wanted to talk to you, H” 

“Nonsense. I’ll be there in a few alright, beautiful? Just stay put.”

“Okay,” you mumble. You tried your best to hide the excitement and lack of guilt you were feeling about getting to see Harry earlier than you would have. 

But you missed him and the kiss goodbye you got earlier was not enough. 

-

Harry walks towards you in a stoic stride, adorned in one of his many custom suits; his hair perfectly styled and curled to his shoulders. Before you know it his hands cradle your cheeks, thumbs wiping under your eyes as he pampers you, “All right, my love? Don’t have to break anyone’s face?” he jokes, smiling when you giggle. 

He encases your body into his (as close he can with your belly in the way) one hand rubbing up and down your back, then places a sweet kiss to the top of your head. 

“You find anything you like?”

“No, not yet.” 

“Well, then let’s look around.” 

He takes hold of your hand while using the other to hold your shopping bag. 

-

“Ooo, look at this Harry! It’s so cute,” you turn to him, holding a pale-pink, cable knit cardigan with matching bloomers. 

“Put anything you want in the bag, my love,” 

So you do, shopping together to your heart's desire for your baby girl. With Harry, there was no such thing as a limit. Leading to you picking up anything you thought was cute. A crochet, fruit embroidered romper; A Ralph Lauren pink, striped, oxford dress; a pair of the smallest, cutest uggs; a tulle dress. And other things you two thought were cute. 

During your shopping, Harry picks up a phone call as you shop around him. 

“Styles.” He answers. 

“H,” you whisper, holding up a hat. 

He smiles, holding up an okay before kissing your cheek quickly. 

“I won’t be back for the day..”

You look up at him, confused. You’re about to argue when he holds up a finger to his lips. He loves you, but god are you stubborn. 

“..So make sure Stacy finishes her report and drops it off precisely at three, no extension. And Tony isn’t on his arse all day.” 

He hangs up when the conversation is over. Surprised when your arms wrap around his neck and your lips smash on his. 

His arms wrap around your torso, bunching up the silk dress that draped over your bump perfectly. 

You pull away, “That was hot.” 

His cheeks tint as he does his signature smirk. That was not helping you calm down In any way. 

“Don’t look all bashful,” you nip his bottom lip. “Did you bring the car with the really tinted windows?” You ask against his lips.

“Yes,” he husks, raising a hand to grasp the back of your neck. 

“Let’s hurry and check out,” you kiss him one more time. Hand-in-hand, you drag him to the register. All while Harry follows like a love sick puppy. 

-

“That’ll be $1,108. Will you be paying with cash or card, today?” 

Harry answers with card. He doesn’t react to the long number as he hands them his black American Express.

Yeah, he was definitely getting lucky. 

Harry gathers both shopping bags in one hand, while the other locks with yours. He carefully, but quickly ushers the both of you to his car.

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[whereisten]

No Overnight Stays (m)

Summary: you’re an escort assigned to a different man for each day of the week. The rules are simple and strict, the money is grand, and simply put, you enjoy your job. But what happens when you start to develop feelings for one—or maybe two—of your clients?

Pairing: Female reader x Mark (x Jaehyun)

Genre: sugar baby!reader, smuttttt, a little fluff and a dash of angst :/ sorry, love triangle

Warnings: alcohol use, cursing, descriptive smut (breast fondling, fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), cockwarming, slight somnophilia, facial, threesome, cream pie, impregnation kink, dirty talk, sir kink, hair pulling and spanking, double penetration, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex (be safe tho!), rough sex) I hope that’s it lmaooo

Word Count: 5.5K

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A man for every day of the week. That was your agreement with your escort agency. They’d set up your schedule so that you’d “belong” to one man for a specific day of the week. 

Some days you’d have sex with them, some days you were just their company or a place for them to go when they got tired of their spouses.

But either way, you were paid very handsomely for your services. All you had to do was have your phone on and make sure you were available to provide the services asked of you within the hour. They all had keys to your apartment, so they could let themselves in and wait if you weren’t there.

It was easy and luckily for you, the men you dealt with were all young business men that respected you. Some were rough and demanding, some were soft and shy, but they all made sure you were comfortable with their requests and granted you a safe word. Furthermore, the agency provided you with emergency buttons for you to place in every room, just in case one of your clients got out of hand.

Tonight, you had just finished up with Yuta, an incredibly handsome man that was away from his wife back home in Japan for a 6 month job venture. A pal of his suggested the agency to him so that his needs would be satisfied while he was away from home and based on his preferences and desires, you were his top choice.

He was kind and careful, whispering sweet words into your ear as he fingered you and got you ready. He treated you like you were his wife, and you often felt your face become warm. But when he was inside you, he pushed deep and hard, making sure his hips met with your ass as he bent you over the table.

“Ahh fuck..” he curses while releasing himself into you and tugging on your hair harshly.

He pants and pulls himself out, watching as his cum mixed with yours leaks down your shaking legs.

“Did you eat?” He asks, zipping his pants as he watches you pull your panties back up.

“No not yet, but I have some leftover spaghetti that is calling my name.”

You move your hair out of your face.

“I can grab something for you before I leave..what would you like?” Yuta shimmies his jacket onto his toned body.

He was always sweet like this, unlike some men that just left.

“Ohh—Hmm...there’s a place—“ you started but his phone interrupted you.

“Oh..I’m sorry..it’s her..” He looks up at you slowly and you can see the regret fall on his face. He really loved his wife, he couldn’t help but feel guilty sometimes.

“I-I have to go.”

He turns to leave and you walk behind him to lock the door.

“Hey hun! I just left work!” His voice echoes in the hallway.

You sigh and walk to your bathroom with a slight limp. Yuta always stretched you out and left you aching slightly, but you knew it was something a little warm water would fix.

While you stood under the hot water like a sinner bathing in hell, you thought about your life. Were you really happy? Sure, the easy money you made and the “free” upscale apartment you lived in were amazing. How could you ask for more?

Well that’s just the thing, your heart didn’t care about these material things sometimes, it wanted a person. Someone that would love you, really love you. However, with a lifestyle like this, how could you expect to find a partner that would be okay with it? How could you devote time to them?

You shook your head and stepped out of the grand shower.

You poured yourself some wine and sat by yourself on the couch. It was a typical night for you. When all the fun was over, you were alone.

———

[The Next Day]

You went grocery shopping when Mark dinged you on the agency’s app. He’d be at your apartment soon so you needed to wrap things up and get back.

Mark was possibly your favorite client. The young single man was very gentle and always asked what you wanted to do. Of course, he knew that he wanted to have sex and that’s what he paid for, but he didn’t feel comfortable with handling your arranged situation that way.

Some days you’d just watch a few movies or go for coffee together. Some days he’d show you new restaurants or museums while you hung onto his arm like an actual girlfriend. He wasn’t afraid to bring you with him anywhere because the truth was that he wanted you to be his...and not just in the sexual or physical way. He wanted to date you.

Having been so consumed with work all the time, he found that you were one of the few things that made him relax and be happy, he could experience life with you and he was incredibly thankful for that.

“Hey Mark!” You struggle to get into your apartment with both arms filled with bags.

“Oh, let me get that for you.” He rushes over from the dining table and to the door to help you in.

After settling all of the bags onto the table, he chuckles. “So I take it you don’t like making two trips?”

You giggle and shake your head. “No..absolutely not. I don’t wanna waste precious time that I could be spending with you.” You teased him and stepped closer.

You held out your arm and flexed it, embarrassingly enough, no muscles showed through. “Plus, can’t you see how strong I am?”

Mark laughs out and leans forward to kiss you.

He holds your face in his hands like you were made of glass, gently caressing your cheeks as your tongue dances with his.

Your arms wrap around his waist so you feel his warm chest on yours. Your eyes shut immediately and you smelled his fresh cologne, like cotton.

He pulls away, kissing your forehead as you regain your steady breathing.

“What do you want to do today?”

Your heart races at his question. You wanted to cuddle, to just be with someone and feel loved. But that would be pushing the terms and conditions.

You search your apartment to avoid his gaze, but he knew you were deep in thought, his kiss had sent your mind into a wild frenzy. What did it mean when an escort was affected by such measly things? 

“Come on..don’t think too hard now, tell me what’s the first thing that came into your mind?” Mark leans forward to whisper low into your ear. His voice, deep and husky, makes you even more confused.

You finally look up at him and sigh. “Ahh Mark, you make me feel..” You shake your head.

Were you about to be honest with him and tell him about your growing crush?

His eyes grow and a smile creeps across his face.

“Like sleeping..” You look down again, never seeing his face fall.

“Oh, dude..am I that boring?”

You chuckle and look back up at him to see the genuine hurt in his eyes.

You shake your head and press your hand onto his chest. “No-No, you’re not..it’s just..”

“Y/n...why do you keep looking at me like that?” Mark knew there was something else you wanted, he could see the doubt in your eyes, the internal struggle you faced was coming to the surface. He also knew you drank the night before based on the empty bottle of wine in the living room.

“I-I don’t know,” You chuckle and step away from him. “Maybe I’m still a little hungover. I’m sorry.”

You start to take your things out of your bags. “Help me out, will you?” You pout.

Mark chuckles and takes the bread out of the bag. “I can’t believe I’m paying for this.”

You shrug your shoulders. “You’re the one that asked me what I want to do.”

He sighs. “Okay, touché. But after this, we’ll cuddle and sleep since you’re tired and/or hungover.”

Yeah, it was 6 in the evening, but Mark was just happy to be with you.

“Sounds good.”

After you put everything away, you took Mark to your room and sat him down on the bed.

You took his hoodie off over his head, ruffling his hair in the process. You ran your fingers through it, watching as his wide eyes gazed up at you like you were an angel.

He places both hands on either side of your waist, watching as you unbutton your cardigan in front of him slowly. Mark grows hotter and hotter with each button coming undone, a slight sliver of your beautiful, soft skin growing into your naked chest drives him crazy.

“God, you’re beautiful.”

He licks his lips, tightening his grip on your waist as he brings you down onto his lap. He wastes no time, latching into your nipple and sucking it. His tongue flicks across the nub while your hands run through his scalp, causing a low groan to escape his body.

He aches for you, his member strains against his sweatpants. You feel it press onto your jeans as you also get hot. With the way Mark’s spit coats your breasts, you’re sure you’d be showing through your jeans how aroused you are soon enough.

Your room becomes steamy suddenly, the two of you filling it with moans and whimpers as he massages your breasts.

“B-baby..I want you..” You whine and grind down onto him. 

Mark loves when you call him that while begging for more.

He places you down onto the bed, helping you take your jeans off as your mouth falls open.

He drags your panties down your legs slowly, teasingly.

“Baby..please..”

“I thought you wanted to sleep?” He raises an eyebrow as he pries your legs open and moves his face to the space created.

He focuses on your heat, licking his lips when he sees how wet you are already.

“Yeah..but..” your sentence is cut short when he licks a long stripe along your entrance.

“Mark!” You yelp as his tongue surprises you.

He kisses the inner skin of your thigh while still gripping the crooks of your knees. “Yes, sweetheart. Do you want me to stop? Does the little baby want to sleep?”

He asks with a mocking tone, but not without brushing two digits over your clit. You gasp and flinch under him.

“You’re so cruel..” 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll just fuck you to sleep if that’s what you want.”

He says before pushing his fingers in harder, finding that fleshy spot instantly as your legs widen more. He kisses your bud while looking up at you through dark eyes.

“Am I the best one?” He asks innocently, fingers still pumping in and out of your soaking entrance.

“Y-yes..” you immediately answer without thinking, your mind solely focused on the building tension in your stomach.

He moves his head up and down as he licks your clit. He just needs to apply a bit more pressure and you’ll be in the clouds.

You intertwine your fingers with locks of his luscious brown hair and arch your back.

“More baby, please.”

“Oh look at you begging..” he breathes against your aching pussy.

He fingers pump harder and caress that one spot that he knows will have you reeling in just a few minutes.

“You know..I think you should just be mine..will you be mine?”

He says in between kisses on your clit.

And you’re so close, all you can do is nod and whimper.

You lick your lips while looking at the gorgeous man in between your legs. He locks eyes with you as his tongue works wonders on your core when combined with his fingers.

You clench around him from the sight. He chuckles and cracks a smile at how easily you fall apart. But he doesn’t let you experience the so desperately needed orgasm you need. He withdraws his fingers, a pop echoes into the room. 

“Mark?!” You cry out at the sudden emptiness.

Mark mimics your pout and hovers over you.

“Why don’t you answer my question first?”

You caress his face and lick your lips. “Can we talk about this later?”

He shakes his head. “It’s a simple question, y/n. I know you feel it too.”

He was right, you did feel a connection with him, but you couldn’t let him know that. You could lose your job.

“Mark..” you whisper low as you bring his face closer to yours. You lock eyes with him, your gaze shifting from an innocent one to one that is filled with lust and fire.

“The only thing I want to feel right now is your cock..I just want to feel it so deep in my silky, wet pussy.”

He swallows hard as you push your body up slightly to rub your entrance against his crotch.

“Come on, baby..fill me up...I won’t let a single drop escape”

Mark can’t take your lustful words any longer. He pushes his prior thoughts to the side and focuses on easing his painfully hard cock.

He immediately pushes his waistband down and looks into your eyes as he pushes into you. You moan as you feel completely satisfied by his long and girthy cock filling you up and touching all parts of your velvety walls instantly.

He watches your head fall into the pillow behind you and kisses your neck.

“God..I hate the way you make me so fucking horny that I forget what I was even asking..”

It was a lie, Mark knew exactly what he was asking, but decided to push it away since you wouldn’t give in to him.

He rarely cursed when he was with you, a part of you felt that you had awoken something deep within him so you decided to push him along further. He thrusts into you slowly and gently like he usually did. Mark was your typical vanilla sex partner and it made for a great balance to the opposite partners you had. But you wanted to see just how riled up he could get.

“Oh, Mark, just yesterday another man fucked me until I couldn’t walk..how can I be yours if you can’t compete with men like that?”

You hold his face in your hand and look into his eyes.

He chuckles and pushes into you hard and sudden.

“If that’s what you want, Princess, that’s all you have to say..you know I can do whatever you ask.”

“Be rough with me, make me yours..baby.”

He presses your knees far apart and lifts himself up from your chest.

He slides in and out of you hard, watching as your breasts move up and down from his thrusts.

“You’re the perfect fit for me."

He tilts his head to the side and goes deeper.

His cock curves into you at the perfect angle, making you clench and arch your back more.

You’re sprawled out under him, your knees to your chest as you bite your bottom lip and feel that tension build again.

He runs a hand down your warm chest and stomach, his fingers draw circles onto your skin, causing small fires to dance across it. The pads of his fingertips then lift the skin above your pussy, exposing your clit to him.

He taps it gently and hums to himself. “So pretty..”

He thrusts into you hard as you squeal.

His other hand finds your throat and grips it.

“Gonna fuck you to sleep just like you asked..but then..I won’t leave..I’ll stay inside your pretty pussy since it’s mine..and I’ll fuck it again in the morning...since it’s mine.”

Mark wasn’t asking anymore. He was going to make you his. And as much as you wanted that to happen, you were nervous as you had a job to fulfill. If he stayed over and into the next morning, he’d be cutting into your other client’s day. You could be caught with him and receive a complaint for breaking the “no overnight stays” rule.

“I’m so close..” You run your hands down his abs and watch as he pounds into you from above. He pants heavily, his palm feels sweaty around your throat.

“Can’t wait to cum deep inside you..nothing will leak out..Isn’t that right, baby?” His fingertips move faster into your clit. Mark was always great at finding your sweet spots and it was because he truly cared about your pleasure.

You nod and clench around him again, feeling the head of his cock twitch.

His movement stutters from the action, he falls forward as his grip on your neck tightens.

He cums into your body, filling you to the brim with everything he has. 

You climax as well, scratching into his back as you arch into him more. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you curse.

That was the first of many climaxes for that night. You’d take breaks in between, but soon Mark was eating you out or fingering you until your nails dug into his back and you cried out his name loud enough for the neighbors to hear. 

He wasn’t letting up on his promise to make you his, as each orgasm was intense and left you feeling dizzy. He was unlike any partner you had, making sure to care for your needs more than he did for his. He never even asked that you kiss him anywhere else but his mouth. 

Mark releases your throat and lays on top of your sweaty body as you both climax one last time.

“You really aren’t leaving, are you?”

“I meant what I said. You’re mine.”

A brief moment of silence rests between the two of you as you massage his scalp.

“I mean, I can leave if you want me to..”

He looks up at you with round, doe eyes and your heart breaks.

“No—no..stay..” Sleep takes you over suddenly.

He watches your cute face and smiles. “Mind if I wake you up in the best way possible?” 

You chuckle with your eyes closed.

“And how will you do that?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see..”

He lays back down and falls asleep on your chest.

———

[The Next Morning]

It’s the afternoon of the next day when Mark wakes up before you do and finds his cock engulfed in your pussy still.

He swallows hard, immediately feeling himself grow when he sees your eyes closed as you pout your lips and breathe heavily.

“Y/n..” He whispers, but your eyes don’t open yet.

“Y/n..” He says once more, this time he picks himself up and cages you in between his arms as he holds himself up above your head.

He kisses your forehead. “Wake up, Princess.”

He then buries his head into the crook of your neck and fondles your breast. 

He couldn’t hold back much longer, but he wanted you to be awake first. He lays sloppy kisses onto your shoulder before biting it.

“Mmm..Mark..” You say drowsily.

And with the sound of your soft voice and the feeling of your delicate fingers on his waist, Mark begins to thrust into you.

Your eyes are still closed as he fucks you into consciousness, the post-dream haze combined with his kisses and long thrusts makes you feel light headed.

“How does it feel, baby?”

He moves in and out of you while panting.

You mumble something while enjoying the warmth of his pulsing body on yours. He presses his thumb on your clit, rubbing circles. 

“Mm..faster, baby.” you mumble as your heat grows, your eyes closed while you enjoy your realistic dream.

He then intertwines his fingers with yours, and moves into you faster. Within just a few minutes he cums hard as you shake around him.

And it’s not until he pulls out of you and flips onto his back that he realizes there’s another man in the room.

At the edge of the bed stands a tall handsome man with black hair. He stares sternly onto your body with his hands in the pockets of his suit jacket.

“Oh shit!” Mark is frightened and quickly drapes the blanket over you.

“Who the hell are you?” He asks.

You finally pry your eyes open and scratch your head.

“It’s me...y/n.”

“N-no no I mean..who is that and why is he just staring? Dude.. what the hell?!”

“What?” You rub your eyes and look up. And as your eyes focus you see that sure enough it was your Tuesday client, Jaehyun, staring intensely at you.

“Oh fuck..” You struggle to sit up straight in the bed. “Jaehyun..I’m so sorry, I overslept and-and..”

“Shhh..it’s okay, y/n..” His voice is sweet, but his face says the opposite.

“I see someone has gotten quite greedy with you..”

You turn to Mark, and it all comes back to you. He said he would stay over and you knew the risk you were taking, but you allowed him to anyway.

“Do you want me to push the emergency button?” Jaehyun asks smoothly.

“N-no! That won’t be necessary, I let him stay over actually..”

Your face becomes warm, it feels like you were caught by a parent with your boyfriend.

“I didn’t hear my phone go off with the alert saying you’d be coming over, I’m so sorry but he can leave and I’ll get cleaned up and we can start, just give me a few minutes—“

You start to get off the bed, but Jaehyun raises his hand.

“It’s okay, y/n..I know you see other men, that’s your job, isn’t it?” Jaehyun smirks.

He was one of those clients whose calm demeanor was difficult to read. He was intimidating and made you feel like you were up for terrible punishment at any moment. You never seemed to answer his questions to his satisfaction. In part to his recent divorce, he was rough, unforgiving, a stark contrast to Mark who just sat there awkwardly on the bed.

You nod slowly.

His gaze turns to Mark, his hands still in his pockets. “Was my slut good for you?”

“My?” Hold on..she doesn’t belong to you and no, she’s not a slut..”

Without moving his eyes, Jaehyun calls out to you. “Y/n...remove the blanket and open your legs for me..”

You immediately do as he says, but Mark stops you by holding your wrist. “Hey, you don’t have to do that.”

“It’s okay, Mark. This is what I do, please don’t forget that.” You give him a small smile as you lift the blanket.

You bend your knees while widening your legs.

You can feel the cool air hit your moist entrance.

“Now look at her, Mark...look at how much cum is in her beautiful pussy..only a slut can look like that..”

“Oh fuck off..”

“No, YOU fuck off, you’re cutting into my time..or don’t..”

Jaehyun loosens his tie and takes his jacket off.

“As a matter of fact, let’s see how much prettier she looks when she’s filled up with both of us, what do you say Mark?”

Mark begins to panic and turns to you. 

“What..“

“Stay...I want to make you feel good too..” you say, knowing that Jaehyun’s proposal wasn’t really a question. He was going to find some way to make Mark stay, it was his way of punishing both him and you.

“Good girl..” Jaehyun zips his pants down, revealing his already hard member. He grew when he watched Mark fuck you out of your sleep. He wanted to do that badly, but understood long ago the rules for this agreement. One of them being “no overnight stays.” But Mark clearly didn’t respect this. Maybe he thought you were his, but surely he was wrong.

Jaehyun wanted you just as badly as he did, and he wouldn’t stop until you were his.

“On your stomach, sweetheart, show him what your mouth can do..”

“Yes, sir.” You’re still weak from the night before but do as you’re told.

“Y/n..you don’t have to..” Mark caresses your face with his thumb.

“I know..but I want to..”

“She wants to please us..isn’t that right, slut?” Jaehyun brings an arm under your stomach to bring your ass up towards him.

“Y-yes, sir.” You struggle to get out once you feel his cock rub against your thigh.

You start by wrapping your hand around Mark’s semi-flaccid length, you pump it up and down while twisting. He groans and sits up straight.

Jaehyun enters you from behind, gripping your hip tightly as he pushes into you hard.

You moan loudly as his long cock stretches you out without warning.

“Ahh..fuck.” You gasp.

He slaps your ass hard, you stumble slightly on your knees but Mark helps you stay up.

“Don't be like that, sweetheart, I see how wet you are. Now, open your fucking mouth.”

“I’m sorry, sir.” You whimper then lick Mark’s tip.

“You’re just a slut with cum leaking out of you all the time, you’re always ready, aren’t you?”

You kiss Mark’s tip then answer Jaehyun. “Yes, sir.”

He hums and slaps your ass again.

He rubs his hand over the area to feel it become warm.

He then pulls back and watches his veiny cock glisten with cum.

Meanwhile, you take half of Mark’s length into your mouth and begin to suck, rubbing the tip on the inside of your cheek as you listen to him groan.

Jaehyun buries himself deep inside you again, pushing past your vibrating entrance and deep into your walls where he feels his cock be greeted with that ticklish spot.

You move your head lower and allow spit to coat Mark’s entire length.

“God..that feels good.” He moans as his head falls back.

You suck harder and continue to twist your hand around his base.

You hum to push him along with vibrations.

The sounds of Jaehyun’s hips slapping against your ass gets louder as he glides in faster.

“Her pussy gets wetter and wetter, tsk tsk what a slut.” 

He pushes harder, bending over your back so his abs rest against it. He grabs your hair and pushes your head down onto Mark faster.

You gag and tears escape your eyes as Mark’s length hits the back of your throat repeatedly.

You gag over and over, causing the two men to become even hotter than they were before.

“That’s it, sweetheart, cry for me..”

And you did cry as your throat became irritated and your pussy was being destroyed from the back, Jaehyun stretched it out more than he ever did, but you didn’t want to stop. 

You felt like you were being undone, like you wouldn’t be able to talk or walk after, but it didn’t matter, just as long as you pleased these two men.

Jaehyun’s hand finds your clit, slapping against it before rubbing circles onto it.

You moan loudly, sending a delicious vibration onto Mark. He whimpers and pulls out of your mouth, before watching spurts of white leave his tip and decorate your mouth and tongue.

Your mouth stays open as Jaehyun pulls your head back towards him now. Your breasts jump forward and back as Mark pants and watches you be brought to paradise by another man.

“Sir..I’m going to..”

Jaehyun grunts. “You don’t deserve to cum, but I’ll let you because you’re a needy slut.”

And with that, you quiver around Jaehyun, gripping the pillows and shaking uncontrollably.

Mark feels himself becomes aroused yet again from the sight.

Jaehyun pulls out quickly and sits against the headboard. He picks your body up and puts you over his lap, but doesn’t push his cock into you yet.

“Mark..I think you should return the favor.” Jaehyun says as he grabs the crook of your knees with each hand opens you up.

Mark gladly agrees and puts his head in between your legs once more. He licks up your essence and begins to eat you out, nuzzling his nose against your clit as you cry out. 

Jaehyun takes your chin and turns your fucked out face towards his while you struggle to close your legs. 

“S-sir..please, it’s too much.”

Jaehyun shakes his head. “Nothing is too much for a whore like you..Mark loves your pussy, and so do I.”

He kisses your shoulder as a strand of hair dangles in his forehead.

He flicks your nipples with his fingers, watching as you fall apart in his arms.

Mark’s head moves from side to side as he licks your bud and pushes as hard as he can.

“Look at you..open wide for two men.”

Jaehyun whispers into your ear as you tremble. “We won’t stop until we’ve both put a baby in you...but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes..fuck..yes..sir.”

Soon, you’re cumming again and seeing stars.

Mark pulls away and wipes his mouth, watching as your wetness ruins the sheets below you.

“Do you think she can take us both?” Jaehyun still plays with your hard nipples.

Mark chuckles. “I’m not really into sharing..but we should find out.” He caresses your face again as your mouth falls open.

He puts his thumb into it, watching as you suck it hard with your teary eyes wide.

Jaehyun lifts you up slightly so he can enter you again.

You fall onto him easily but whimper as you try to overcome your sensitivity.

Jaehyun forces you open wide with his hands on your knees, your feet dig into the bed as you bounce up and down on him. His touch sends electricity through your veins. 

Mark holds his cock in his own hand, stroking it while watching you fall onto Jaehyun’s length.

Your beautiful entrance is soaked and he just wants to feel it too.

Jaehyun looks into Mark’s hungry eyes and lets out a low growl.

“Go on, Mark. Fuck her like the needy whore she is.”

Jaehyun scoots down on the bed more so he is laying under you. Mark lays down over you and guides his tip along your slit.

“Mark..” you cry out while Jaehyun thrusts into you from below.

“Are you sure?” He licks his lips.

You nod and take his length into your own hand. “Yes..”

You push him into you slowly as Jaehyun pauses his movement. Your head falls back as your pussy is stretched out once more. You’d never done this before, but then again, you’d never been with two men.

“Shit...” you close your eyes tightly as both men fill you up.

Jaehyun sits up, holding you in his arms as he guides you up and down both his and Mark’s cocks now. 

You’re so right and Mark is embarrassed to admit that he is just moments from climaxing already, the friction of two cocks against your tight silky walls driving all of you crazy.

“Mmm..sweetheart, you’re doing so well..”

Jaehyun whispers. His tone is gravelly and he is just moments away also, sweat pricking at his forehead as you glide onto him.

The sound of skin against skin and loud moans and groans fills the room, you wonder if your neighbors will make a complaint. But right now, in this moment of complete ecstasy, you could care less.

Jaehyun’s tip twitches, vibrating against Mark’s and hitting your g-spot. You all come undone within seconds and experience an orgasm that lasts for what feels like an eternity.

All three of you collapse onto the bed, and you and Jaehyun fall asleep soon after. You should’ve cleaned yourself up, but your body aches and feels weak after orgasming so many times.

After 20 minutes of just watching you sleep, Mark gets up from the bed and goes to your bathroom. He comes back with a washcloth and cleans you up gently while watching you snore lightly.

Jaehyun’s back is turned to you so he can’t see Mark taking care of you by cleaning your exhausted body.

Before he leaves, he drapes your blanket over you and kisses your forehead. He also leaves a bouquet of flowers that he bought from someone selling them just outside of your apartment building. He went back to your apartment just to leave them there for you when you woke up. But really, he just wanted one last chance to see your beautiful face as you slept peacefully.

You wake up hours later to find yourself alone once again. You hop out of bed but soon remember what happened based on the aching feeling in your legs.

You’re happy to see that you're clean however, the sticky feeling of cum no longer being all over you. Someone must’ve cleaned you up, you thought to yourself.

With a limp, you walk out to your kitchen and see take-out food on your counter with a note attached, beside it you also see a bouquet of flowers. 

“Thanks for today, see you next week. Love, J.”

Jaehyun left you food, flowers, and cleaned you up before he left. Maybe he did care for you after all. This is what you thought as you smiled to yourself.

[triplexdoublex]

Pornstar

Pairings: Colson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: rough sex, anal sex, face fucking, gagging, spit, spitting in mouth, slight bondange, golden showers, pissing in mouth, slapping across face, being filmed.

A/N: Shout out to Shawnie ( @heytheregreeneyes) for always letting me use her as my OC and being my best friend. Also Colson isn’t MGK in this, just a pornstar so his personality isn’t as cocky as he usually is. I know I’ve mentioned it before but the sex in this is loosely based off my fave porn star Small Hands AKA Aaron Thompson. Hope this was worth the wait. Lemme know what you think! “Open it, open it!” Your roommate and best friend Shawnie stood before you with a gift bag in hand, shaking it excitedly.

“My birthday’s not even until this weekend,” You laughed taking the bag from her. “You sure you don’t want me to wait? It’s only a few more days.”

“ No please, I’ve kept this a secret for long enough, it’s killing me! Just open it!” She exclaimed. “Plus your gonna need time to prepare.”

“Prepare?” 

“C’mom, just open it, open it, open it!!!” She was far too excited. You wondered what it could be that she was so eager to give you. But what you pulled out of the bag just left you with even more questions. 

“Thanks???” You said confused, holding up a sexy red lace bra and matching g- string that tied at hips. 

“That’s only part of it,” she assured you. “What’s your biggest wish?” She tried to clue you in.

“Ummm paying off all my student debt?” You answered still puzzled. “Did you get me a job as a stripper?” You laughed.

“Okay, maybe ‘wish’ was the wrong word to use … hmmm—oh biggest fantasy!” She corrected herself. 

“Oh to fuck my favorite porn star Huge Hands, AKA Colson Baker. You know that — wait … no, no way!”  You exclaimed as your friend started frantically nodding her head yes. “Shut up!!! What? You’re kidding. Like how?”

“Look in the bag . There’s more!” 

You reached into the bag and pulled out a pass of some kind and read it aloud. “Huge Hands/Colson Baker : Exclusive Access, Porn Star for a Day pass” 

“They were super limited, I have no clue how I managed to snag one, but I’m so happy I did! The look on your face right now is priceless!” Shawnie laughed. “It’s probably because you’re the only one I know who’s  crazy enough to actually go through with this.”

“I-I don’t even know what to say. I have no words… thank you.” You expressed your gratitude, still in shock. “I’m really about to have the best sex of my life this weekend! On my birthday yet! Have you seen his fucking cock, it’s huuuge!”

“Yes, many times,” Shawnie chuckled , entertained by how pumped you are. “Or did you forget about all the links of his umm ‘work’ you’ve sent me?” Shawnie wasn’t big on porn herself but she was always willing to take an interest in your latest obsessions, no matter what they were. That’s what you loved most about her. “Turn it over, it tells you more about what’s included on the back.”

You did as she suggested, turning the pass over to read more. “Half hour zoom call day before to privately discuss details, and needs/wants of scene; hair and make up; up to one hour of shooting time; and keepsake autographed DVD recording,” you listed off. “You know I’m gonna watch that everyday for the rest of my life, right?” 

“I’m assuming you’re gonna make me watch it at least once too, knowing you,” Shawnie laughed. 

“Yeah probably,” you laughed as well. “ I got no shame!”

*************

You’re stomach was in knots as you waited for the zoom call to begin; you’d never felt so excited and  nervous at the same time. Shawnie was there with you sitting just out of frame, when the ‘bloop’ of the call came through your computer's speakers. 

“Hi, Y/N?” Colson questioned.

“Yeah, hi. That’s me!” You did a timid little wave.

“Ok good, just wanted to make sure I got the right person before we get started here. Imagine that … Awkward!,” he laughed, and you instantly began to relax; you could tell he was going to be easy to talk to. “Well, obviously you know what I do , but I’d love to hear a little about you. Says here on your forms you’re a college student?”

“Wait, what forms?” You asked.

“The ones you filled out online with your info and kinks and things you wanted to include in our video when you purchased the Pornstar for a day package,” he answers slightly confused. 

“Ohhh, my friend bought me this for my birthday, she must have filled them out.” You responded. “She’s right here. Say hi Shawnie!”

“Hi!” She giggled leaning into frame. 

“Hello. Wow this must be some “friendship” he joked making air quotes. “Because this is a very detailed list. You gotta hear this.” He smirks. “Written in the section about what you hope to include in our scene says— and  I quote: I want Huge Hands/ Colson to absolutely destroy me. I want him to fuck my throat, my pussy and my ass. I want him to slap me around, and spit and piss in my mouth, and anything else he wants to do to me, I’m all for it.”  He choked out a laugh pulling dramatically at the collar of his shirt “Whew, I’m the pornstar here and that’s even got me blushing!”

“Oh my God, Shawnie!” You covered your beet red face.

“What!?, did I lie?” She laughed.

“I mean no, but still. Damn, to hear it out loud like that.” Your eyes bulged. 

“So it’s true then?” Colson asked slyly.

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” you hid your smile behind your hand, shaking your head in embarrassed disbelief.

“Aye,  no need to be embarrassed, we’re gonna have fun tomorrow, I can tell,” he smiled. “I’m especially excited that your interested in Anal. It’s kinda my favorite. I’m assuming you’ve done it before?” 

“Yeah,” you answered simply.

“Do you enjoy it?” He asked.

“Tell him what your ex said!”  Shawnie blurted out. 

“Oh, boy. I gotta hear this,” he chuckled. “What’d the ex say?”

You inhaled deeply before speaking, “I do enjoy it, probably more than regular sex, if I’m being honest,” you admitted. There was no use trying to be coy now. “Uhhh he actually said I could be a pornstar since I can take a hard anal pounding so well.” 

“Nice!” He exclaimed. “Girl, after my own heart.”

“Jesus Christ, this conversation has me sweating already,” you chuckled standing up to pull your cardigan off. 

“Is that a little tattoo I saw there, peaking out of the top of your jeans?” He asked. 

“Yeah, you wanna see?” You unzipped your jeans without waiting for a response and lowered the top of your underwear just enough to show him. 

“ The Playboy bunny, huh? How fitting,” he teased.

“What can I say, it was my first tattoo,” you giggled “Seemed like that’s what everyone was getting at the time.”

“What else you got going on down there?” He lifted his head as if trying to see more. “Is that a landing strip?” He asked referring to the thin dark stripe of short curls just  barely visible above the band of your lowered underwear. “Can I see?” 

“Yeah, sure,” you lowered them further exposing yourself, your inhibition long gone at that point. “This is just how I normally like to groom. I can shave it completely if you prefer?” 

“Nah, it’s perfect,” he smiled. “Well, I think I have a pretty good idea now of what you like and what we’ll be getting ourselves into tomorrow. Do you have any questions or anything else you want me to know, before we end the call?” 

“I don’t think so,” you said. “Shawnie pretty much laid it all out on those forms,” you laughed. 

“That she did!” He produced a chuckle as well. “I meant to ask earlier, but, since she knows so much about your kinks and what not, have you two ever —“

“ No, just best friends, I tend to overshare, I guess.” 

“Yeah it amazes me sometimes, the things women  share with their friends, but yet guys are always the ones who are known to kiss and tell and brag about their conquests. Females can be just as bad, y’all just keep it on the low a little better,” he stated. “Well, I look forward to working with you tomorrow. Take care, and I’ll see you soon.”

“Can’t wait!” You responded. “Bye.”

“Bye,”

You felt oddly comforted and at ease after the call, no longer a ball of nerves or embarrassment. He made you feel like there was no shame in enjoying the things you did. He was very professional despite the nature of the call; it didn’t feel sleezy or overly salacious; just two consenting adults having a mature conversation about their sexual desires. 

*************************

When you walked out of hair and make-up and onto set, you saw Colson waiting for you on a red leather couch. He was clad in only black dress pants; shirtless — his tattoos on full display. He smiled seductively when he saw you, beckoning you over with a pat to his thighs. You undid your silk robe they had given you and let it slip from your shoulders to the floor, revealing the red lacy set Shawnie had bought you, as you made your way over to him. You suddenly became very aware of all the cameras and other people in the room, as you sat on his lap. Somehow it has slipped your mind that they were all a part of what went into this.

“You get used to it,” he said softly , remembering the way he felt his first time in front of the cameras. “Just pretend they’re not even there— only me and you, okay?” He said brushing a finger along your thigh. “Unless, Shawnie forgot to mention you’re an exhibitionist too, then by all means enjoy them watching us fuck,” he joked, making you laugh. “Don’t forget, if you need me to stop at anytime for any reason, just give me three quick taps,” he demonstrated, tapping your thigh. “Don’t worry about the filming, they can always edit and piece things back together if needed. This is all for you and I want you to enjoy yourself. Oh and happy birthday by the way! It’s today right?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Thank you.”

“Ok, so we’ll just start the scene with some kissing and light touches, and when I feel you’re ready I’ll signal the camera man, he’ll call action, and then we'll be recording.”

“Sounds good,” you nodded your head. He had made you feel so comfortable and relaxed the last bit of nervousness you chalked up to just being slightly star struck; You never thought in a million years you’d get this opportunity.

“Ready?,” he pressed his forehead to yours, staring directly into your eyes, the corners of his mouth turned up into the most alluring devilish grin. 

“Ready,” you echoed back, biting your lip trying to suppress a needy whine. God you were always such a sucker for his killer eye contact in his films, and now you were the one his eyes were soul fucking. You’re heart pounded with excited anticipation as Colson’s face drew nearer to your own. He lightly held your chin as he pressed his lips to yours, parting them to introduce his tongue. It was a welcome greeting, cut short by the breathy “oh fuck ” that involuntarily slipped from your lips.

“”You good?” He laughed softly, a small puff of air the only thing separating your mouths; your foreheads still touching. 

“More...than good,” you spoke in a short choppy sentence trying to compose yourself. 

“That’s what I like to hear,” he smirked against your lips, continuing to kiss you. 

You melted into his kisses— slow and gentle at first,  increasing in intensity as he carried on. When he nipped at your bottom lip with a low groan, you lost all innocence, shifting positions to straddle his lap. You gripped the back of his head, as he kissed you and rolled your hips against him, demanding more. And that’s when he knew … that you were ready.  He quickly signaled to the cameraman with a thumbs up, and “Action” was called. 

His hand slipped down from your chin, settling on the highest part of your neck just under your jaw, his fingers squeezing at your pulse points on either side. Roughly he turned your head to the side with a push of his thumb and his mouth began mauling your neck with an appetite for lust, leaving blooming raspberry patches along the descending path of flesh that lead to your breasts. With one hand he expertly undid the front clasp of your red lace bra and took in the sight of you.

 “Perfect,” he whispered into your flesh with a growl, taking one breast  in each hand as he licked between them, keeping his eyes locked on yours. You slid the silky straps of your lingerie over your shoulders, letting it fall, as he took turns going back and forth between each breast treating each of your nipples to light suction and a pleasurable nibble. You let out a moan at his actions and again rolled your hips in his lap, pressing yourself against the hardening bulge inside his dress pants. “Needy are we?” He teased swiftly  spinning you around so your back was to his chest. He dug his chin into your shoulder peering over it as he snatched up the crotch of your panties roughly, tugging the material up between your lips . You canted your hips up chasing after the friction of the coarse fabric against your clit. “You like that, huh?” He pulled them harsher. 

“Mmmm, yes” you squeaked out, nodding your head.

“Yeah, I bet you do,” he growled nipping at your neck. “Look at this pretty pussy,” he shoved the material to the side exposing you, letting his fingers explore your folds as he pleased. “You want my cock right in here huh?” His voice was so gravelly and low as he slipped a finger inside you, only to quickly pull it back out, teasing you. “Taste yourself,” he brought the finger to your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it, as he slid it further into your mouth, his long fingers slipping down the back of your throat. “Oh, god, yes!” He exclaimed impressed by how you didn’t even gag. “Tell ya what—“ he paused to add a second finger to your mouth, continuing to talk as you sucked “If you can suck my dick as good as that—“   he then pulled them back out of your mouth. “I might just have to fuck you right in here too,” he shoved his spit slicked fingers into your ass.

“Yes, fuck, please!” You whined, wiggling your hips, wanting his fingers deeper.  

“You like that? Huh. You dirty little anal whore!” He grabbed your neck with his free hand, keeping you pinned back against him, the fingers of his other hand still moving inside you.

“Yes, yes! I am,” you strained to speak. “Please, please fuck my ass!” You whined impatiently with pleasure. You never heard yourself sound so needy and desperate in your life.

“You sound you pretty when you beg, but you're gonna have to earn it first,” he demanded pulling out his fingers,  leaving you feeling empty. Quickly, you dropped to your knees in front of the couch as Colson got up standing before you. You waited impatiently while Colson unbuckled his belt above you. Once undone he yanked the belt free from the loops with a satisfying ‘whoosh’ that made you pulse between your thighs. You desperately clawed his pants and boxers  down his legs like a feral cat in heat as Colson brought the tip to your mouth, still holding onto his belt in the other. “Open!,” he demanded. “Goooood,” he growled in praise as you did what you were told. You reached up to grab it but ,“no hands!” he smacked them away, and then secured them behind your back with his belt. “Let’s try this again, open!” He spoke harshly. You obliged, opening wide. “Tongue” he barked.  You let it hang from your mouth with anticipation; eager breaths rolling down it like a panting dog eyeing a steak. He teased you, slapping his cock against your tongue before shoving it fully into your mouth. Your eyes prickled with tears as you fought your gag reflex, taking him down your throat. He held your head in place with one hand , the tip of your nose pressed flush against the coarse hair of his pelvis, as he hunched his body forward over yours untying the sides of your G-string. It slipped from your body leaving you completely nude. Colson smacked your ass, then gripped it harshly, making it jiggle for him before finally standing straight up and pulling his hips back to let you come up for air. 

“Huuuuuuhhhh,” you inhaled sharply gasping for breath, letting oxygen penetrate deep into your lungs before Colson stuffed your mouth again. Mascara ran down your hollowed out cheeks as you sucked. You started pulling back out of instinct when you began to gag but Colson held you in place. 

“No, keep it in your mouth,” he instructed condescendingly, looking down at you. “Just a little longer” he promised. You tried your best, Colson letting out a throaty moan every time your raw, used throat constricted around him as he fucked into it. “Mmmgghh,” he groaned, pulling out of your mouth “Goooood girl,” he praised with a smirk, before bending down to give you a sloppy kiss, swapping mouthfuls of saliva. Just as he pulled away he let a long string of collected spit slip from his pursed lips and into your open mouth, where you eagerly accepted it, moaning as you swallowed it down. 

 You let out a breathy “awhhh” as you opened your mouth again, wiggling your tongue enticingly. 

“Such a dirty, fucking whore,” he bent down again and spat directly in your face. He smeared it all over your face with his hand before grabbing you by the neck, pulling you to your feet. “Turn around,” he ordered. You did as he said and Colson undid his belt from around your wrists. Before you even had a chance to soothe your sore wrists with a rub, Colson spun you around and pushed you down onto your back on the couch, your ass teetering on the edge of the red leather cushion. “Spread yourself for me,” he instructed, as he pumped himself. Again you did as you were told; you pulled your legs up, wrapping an arm around each thigh, holding them back as you parted your opening with your fingers.  “God, you’re so fucking wet.” He teased the head of his cock through the glistening mess on display for him. 

“Fuck me,” you said in an inpatient huff, staring into his eyes. 

“Awhhh, yessss,” he groaned out, slack jawed as he sank into you

“Ohhh, shit,” you screamed out , face twisted in pleasure, your eyes slipping shut, at the feeling of him burying himself deep in your cunt.

“Open your eyes. Look at me!” He spoke harshly, cupping your face in his hands as he thrust. You opened your eyes, trying to focus on his, but your vision was  spotted by the intensity of it all. “Feel good?” He pressed his forehead to yours just as he’d done earlier , starring directly into the windows to your soul as he fucked you. You nodded the best you could, but that wasn’t good enough for him. “Words, I want words. Say yes!”

“Yes.. yes,” you responded breathily, biting at your lip.

“Yeah, Mmmghhh, that’s it. Fuck, I like it when you use your words”  he moaned , shifting himself to be more upright. He then spit on the tips of his fingers and brought them to your clit and began rubbing it furiously, his cock still destroying you.

“OH Fuck!” You cried out, wiggling and bucking your hips. 

“You gonna fucking stay still? He roughly grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks. You nodded your head, trying your best to calm your body’s erratic, pleasure driven movements as he thrust. “Words!” He spat, his hand letting go of your face only to connect it to your cheek again with a quick, yet harsh slap.

“Shit! ...Yes!” You corrected yourself once again, Your body was  loving how aggressive he was getting the longer he fucked you and he could tell;  spitting at and striking your face again.

“Turn over!”  He ordered, abruptly pulling out. “Hands on the back of the couch.” He roughly assisted you in turning around , and you placed your hands where instructed. You arched your back and pushed your ass out waiting for him to re enter you from the new position. “This is where you really want it, huh?” He teased his cock over your asshole. 

“Yes!,” you remembered to use your words this time.

“You’re a dirty little fucking anal whore, aren’t you? He asked, he question sounding a lot more like a statement. “Let me hear you said it.” He applied pressure to your hole with the tip, as he yanked back a fist full of your hair.

“I’m a dirty little fucking anal whore!,” you repeated desperately pushing back against him.

“Mmmghh!, That you are!” He confirmed with a groan, snapping hips hips forward, quickly entering you. 

“Uhhhhh, Oh my God!” You exclaimed at the feeling. You never fully understood why you enjoyed anal as much as you did, perhaps it was the pleasurable fullness, the taboo aspect, the fact that you were one of the few woman who were into it, or the way so many men were obsessed with it , and the look on their face when they found out you were more than willing to take it up the ass, but you absolutely loved it, and this time was no different. Every jack hammered thrust brought you closer and closer to the edge, especially when Colson reached around to between your legs adding the friction of his fingers to your clit. The sensation of your ass being stuffed combined with his  touch was the perfect recipe for orgasm and you felt it building every time his cock slid in and out. 

“Yeah, cum for me,” he could feel you tightening around him. His words perfectly in sync with the  jolt of pleasure boiling over in your abdomen and ripping through you with vast intensity. A series of explitives and sounds you’ve never heard yourself make, flew from you lips as your body went boneless under Colson. He quickly pulled out, turned you back over and came across your face with a few pumps of his hand. He collapsed to the side of you briefly, before tugging you off the couch and onto your knees. “I’m not done with you just yet,” he spoke out of breath taking his softening dick in his hand. Your eyes lit up, you knew what he was referring too— the only thing on your list of wants he hadn’t included yet. “Say ahhh!”

“Ahhh,” you echoed the request, letting his golden stream fill your mouth, splash off your tongue and dribble down your chin and body. You giggled, piss spilling from your smile as you looked up at him, all your fantasies now fulfilled. 

“Annnd cut!” Called the director. A few stage hands scrambled to bring you both a towel and small refreshments. “Almost done, just gonna get you guys a little cleaned up, rehydrated, let you catch your breath a bit, and then film the little quick, post scene interview. 

“Ok,” you both answered.

Colson tossed his towel over his shoulders and reached out his hand to you “You, good?” He asked with a faint laugh , watching your hand shake as you drank your water.

“Yeah,” you answered letting him pull you up onto the couch. 

“You were amazing,” he said, rubbing your back. He knew the come down from the adrenal rush of scenes could be taxing, especially from rough ones . “You —“

“Ready,” the director interrupted, cutting him short, and immediately pressing record. “So how was it?” the director focused the camera on you first. 

“Oh my god.. mind blowing,” you answered , still out of breath, adjusting your towel. 

“And you?” The director turned the camera to Colson.

“ Absolutely amazing. She was a natural. I’d love to work with her again.”

[bisexual-thoughtss]

Howard Moon x Vince Noir

This one was inspired by lyrics from Centerfold by The J. Giels Band! Left it open to a part 2 if anyone wants it, juicy dangler style lmao

“I was shakin’ in my shoes whenever she flashed those baby-blues, Something had a hold on me when angel passed close by. Those soft and fuzzy sweaters too magical to touch, to see her in that negligee is really just too much.”

Howard had decided he simply had to clean the flat today. It was in a right state and he didn’t even know where to start. He sighs at the mess before moving to make himself a cup of tea. Once his tea is cooling in its cup, he tidies up the counters, putting papers in piles of keep and toss, sweeping off the rogue hundreds and thousands from Vince’s last snack. He moves on to the table, scooping up everything there too when something shiny catches his eye. He flips stray papers out of the way to look at the padded envelope with part of a shiny photograph sticking out. He figures it was probably from one of Vince’s photo shoots, but he was curious enough to pull out the photos anyway. Howard had seen tons of pictures of Vince but none like this. The first photo was a close up of Vince lying on a bed, dark hair fanned delicately on the pillow, staring into the camera with what could only be described as bedroom eyes, shockingly blue in the lighting. Howard wasn’t sure he should really be looking at these, but he couldn’t stop himself from flipping to the next photo. It was much tartier than the last and Howard’s mouth went dry as he took it in. Vince was laid out on the bed, back arched and clad in a short, silky, pale blue nightie that showed off every dip and point of his body. Howard couldn’t help the way his mind supplied an image of his larger frame hovering over Vince, feeling the silk of the fabric as it bunched under his hands, revealing more and more of those pale thighs until he reached-

He clears his throat, feelings about Vince that he’d pushed out of his mind rushing back with startling speed. He cursed himself as he flipped to the next photo. While not as risqué as the others, this one has Howard freezing like he has the chokes. Vince was on his knees with his legs spread, a boxy cardigan enveloping his thin form. That was Howard’s sweater! Howard’s sweater that was parted just an inch, revealing a stripe of pale skin leading right down to the lacy little black pants Vince was wearing. He hardly even hears Vince come up the stairs as he letches at the photo.

“Alright, ‘oward?” Vince greets, making Howard jerk out of his trance and fumble to hide the photos. It was only after this odd little dance that he realizes it’s far too late and Vince has caught him. He tries to come up with some sort of explanation, but he finds that with those blue eyes in front of him, he can’t come up with any words at all. He just gapes at Vince until he puts him out of his misery.

“Oh, you’ve seen those then,” Vince speaks, wide-eyed and blushing. Vince really had meant to put those away, he may have had fantasies about Howard finding them and finally acting on his feelings for Vince, but those was just that, fantasy.

“I, erm- yeah,” Howard eloquently replies, mentally kicking himself.

“My friend is getting into boudoir photography and she wanted some practice. She told me to bring something of my boyfriends, and I figured you were the closest thing I had to that, so I’d borrowed something of yours and- I’m sorry, Howard! I should’ve asked you, not just taken your stuff, I-“ Vince’s nervous rambling is cut off when Howard surges forward, pressing their lips together roughly. Vince whines high in his throat as Howard’s large hand cradles the back of his head gently. He clutches at Howard’s jacket, moaning into his mouth as he feels Howard’s hardness pressing against him.

“S’that from the pictures?” Vince asks when they break apart, jutting his hips against Howard and making him gasp. He hides his face in Vince’s prickly hair, feeling Vince giggle against him.

“You wanna see that lingerie in person?” Vince asks, cackling as Howard all but picks him up bodily to get to the bedroom.

[rainsoughtflowers]

i'm not sure if you are still taking requests, especially a chishiyaxreader one but it would be nice to read about him trying to make reader (who's more on the curvy side, and with visible tiger stripes all over her body) less uncomfortable wearing a bikini inside the beach. i've been pretty insecure about my body these past few weeks since i've been gaining and losing weight constantly due to pcos and my fave boy somehow still finding me pretty would make my day (hell, even my year hehe). doesn't need to be full of fluff, just chishiya being chishiya. thank you and have a rad day!

drowning in the essence of you

tw/cw - mentions of blood, minor self harm, brief mentions of anxiety.

a/n - just want everyone to know that they are beautiful no matter what, especially you dear anon. i hope i was able to make your day (or year) <3

his hands only ever touched you when necessary. the accidental brush of his fingers with the exchange of an item and the bruising pressure trying to stop the bleeding, cold enough to make you question whether you craved it or not. the interactions were brief, causing you to become increasingly aware each time they were initiated. and wondering why he ever did so in the first place.

“kuina wants to go down by the pool, you should join her.” chishiya shuntarou stayed seated on the chair in front of you, hunched over as he examined a small object he had found previously. the evening had been quiet, save for the occasional mutter under his breath and your own soft breathing.

you lowered your gaze at the male’s suggestion, picking at the loose string on the comforter, “uh, maybe another time.”

“you can’t stay in here forever.” he mused, causing your unease to increase. he was correct, stubbornly so, and yet just the thought of having to rid yourself of the thin cardigan covering your bathing suit had you wanting to tear up. and to dig the nails currently piercing your skin even deeper.

“yeah but…” you breathed out a shaky sigh, darting your eyes towards where chishiya lay seated. somewhere between your spur of thoughts he had stopped tinkering with his objects, peering at you with eyes you wished would glance away and yet remain until you were drowning within the shades of hickory. you swallowed thickly, nodding you head, “okay fine.”

slowly you worked your way out of the comforter, careful to keep the sweater buttoned and loose on your body. as your fingers fiddled with the sleeves chishiya spoke, causing you to pause your anxious movements, “you’re bringing a sweater to the pool?”

“it gets cold.” you mumbled, keeping your eyes trained on the floor. at times you hated when chishiya observed the things you wished he wouldn’t notice. the habits not even you wished to acknowledge. and yet you found yourself allowing him to learn every piece of you displayed.

he titled his head towards the side, teasing smirk resting lazily on his lips, “it’s summer.”

the longer he peered at you, the more the nails dug into your skin. you were far from comfortable with people looking at you. the thought of anyone knowing what lay underneath the baggy clothes you burrowed yourself within had you sick to your stomach, suddenly conscious about whether people were judging the aspects of your body you tried to hide. even at the beach, where the attire was a bathing suit far too tight, you found yourself working around the idea of walking out with such an outfit.

“you’re hiding.” he confirmed, causing you to whip your head in his direction.

“i’m not-”

“you should know better than to lie in front of me,” he quickly cut you off, standing up from his previous position. he emptied the space that had separated you both, peering at you with amusement and a hint of curiosity. truly a cat, “i catch these sort of things you know.”

if there was one thing you hated about chishiya, it was proving him correct. he relished in the satisfaction of having his efforts be for something, especially if it gave him information about his surroundings or the person he was currently dealing with. it happened once before, when you and chishiya first met, after a prediction of your actions and offering you a chance for teamwork. it even happened when he pointed out your strange infatuation for him, despite your protests and insistence that his theory was not the case. if anything, you’d gladly wipe the cocky smirk on his lips.

slowly you broke the eye contact that had locked you in place, reaching up to unbutton the cool plastic holding together your cardigan. your fingers shook sliding down the knitted fabric, and even more so when you let it drop to the floor, skin bare for him to see.

you swallowed thickly, hating the silence and chishiya’s unreadable expression as he simply stared at you, “say something would you?” you hugged your arms around your frame, shifting your weight from one foot to another, “don’t you…find it weird? or-or gross?”

he flicked his eyes upwards, back to your face, still displaying an emotion you were incapable of reading, “everyone has them. what makes yours different from the rest of human population?”

for a moment you were taken aback by his words, not expecting such a blunt answer. the cool air causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin had you quickly returning to your previous anxious state, “that doesn’t change the fact that i just…”

you almost flinched at the trace of his finger along the expanse of your skin, even colder than the air conditioning blasting across the room. they ran down the sides of your waist, outlining the stretch marks decorating your figure and causing your cheeks and body to burn with each trail and light scape of his nails.

he hummed, quiet and lulling you deeper into the trance of his tone, “i think they’re fine.”

you parted your lips at his words, heart beating out of your chest as he removed his eyes from your side and pulled back his fingers to rest inside his pocket. the syllables held no emotion to them, simply stating a fact he believed to be wholeheartedly true. and yet, it was enough to have your nerves ease just the slightest bit, forgetting momentarily about the thoughts hyper aware about every aspect of your skin exposed for him to see. chishiya had had no intention to replace such thoughts, but it had been enough to have your lips pulling into a soft smile.

“thank you, chishiya.”

he nodded, meeting the gaze you began to hold him within. quietly observing the shades of brown and the amusement seemingly permanent shining within. and just as chishiya had drowned within the waves across your body, you drowned in the colors of his.

menu. strawberry crepes.

[mercy-burning]

Something Different

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader and Spencer go on their first date. PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / EPILOGUE Category: Fluff, Smut 18+ (oral sex- female receiving, penetrative sex, unprotected sex- creampie) Warnings: Sex, language (As always, if there’s anything I missed, let me know what I should include in warnings! I want to be as mindful as I can about what I post. Thank you!) Word Count: 5.9k

NOTE: This was my favorite part to write so far! I hope you all love it as much as I do! I have a little epilogue planned next, and I’m not sure when it’ll be up, but I’ve really loved seeing how much you enjoyed this series! Thank you for reading! 🥰

***

Y/N had never felt as much like a teenage girl as she did that Friday night. She stood in front of her floor-length mirror, smoothing out her dress and contemplating whether or not she should change. For the seventh time. And she'd been on dates before, but this time was different. Usually she barely knew the guys she'd gone on first dates with, but she'd already slept with this guy. On more than one occasion. And every time she did, she felt herself fall deeper and deeper under his spell. She wasn't sure if he knew the full effect of what he was doing to her, always taking up space in every crack and crevice of her thoughts until she felt like she couldn't breathe.

And that was what made this date different from all the rest. She knew Spencer. She liked Spencer. And she was almost positive that after this date she would be, at the very least, a little bit in love with Spencer.

At that thought, Y/N felt her heart swell in her chest, suddenly invested in the act of making him feel the same way, if he wasn't already.

So she reverted back to her original outfit choice, something she at first thought was too sexy for a first date, but ultimately was the boldest and best option. It was satin and deep violet in color, the fabric clinging to her body in every best way possible. It landed mid-thigh and the neckline was low enough to show just the right amount of cleavage without it being too overwhelming. Her father would have told her it looked more like a dish towel than a dress, and that fact alone was enough to convince Y/N that it was just perfect. It did have thin straps though, and it was freezing as hell at night, so she added a black cardigan that added just the right amount of elegance and warmth to the look.

She paired the whole look together with black pumps and threw her hair up in a loose clip, made for easy taking-down if the night ended as well as she hoped.

Just as she was applying the last of her makeup—simple black eyeliner and mascara, complimented with tinted cherry lip balm rather than lipstick—there was a knock on the door.

"Just a second!" she called out, rushing to spritz on some vanilla perfume and give herself a final onceover in the mirror. With a final deep breath, she switched off the lights and made her way to the door, silently praying that she wouldn't fall on her face.

"Hey, pretty gi— oh..."

The second she saw Spencer in the doorway, Y/N felt her insides swarm with butterflies. The way he took her in, completely captured by her presence as his eyes couldn't decide where to linger longest utterly wrecked her.

And he looked... God, if he wasn't the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. And of course she'd seen him in some rather beautiful positions prior to right then, but his hungry eyes, practically claiming her as his own as they raked her figure accompanied by the outfit he wore and the way his hair perfectly framed his face in soft waves... It felt like she was bathing in sunlight.

He wore a white undershirt and navy suit jacket, the tie the same color only accented with red stripes, and black dress pants. If she had to describe it, she would have said he looked like he came right of the page of a magazine, and even that wasn't generous enough. She knew she should say something to break the silence that had fallen between them, but she couldn't even remember her own name.

Thankfully Spencer seemed to get a hold of himself before she did, saying, "You look... amazing. A-and that's not even the right word, I... Wow."

Y/N felt her cheeks grow hot, playing with the hem of her cardigan. "Thanks, you... You look great, too. Um, let me go grab my purse, I'll be right back."

"Wait, before you do..."

She hadn't even noticed his hand was behind his back until he brought it out, bringing with it a small gathering of flowers. Lavenders. "You brought me lavenders?" she inquired, taking them with a smile. "They're beautiful. Thank you."

Spencer seemed to rock on his feet nervously. "They're generally known for their relaxation properties, and, you know, I figured since we always seem to end up talking about de-stressing, they seemed fitting."

Y/N laughed, her face growing warmer. "That's perfect, I love them. I'm gonna go find a vase for these real quick."

As she rummaged through her cabinets for something even remotely resembling a vase, she settled on a tall mason jar she had in the back, filling it with water and placing the flowers inside, letting it perch on the kitchen counter. When she turned around she found that Spencer had made his way inside, the door closed behind him. "Unfortunately they won't last very long without soil, water, and sunlight, but if they dry up you could always use them for decorations. I noticed you have lots of dried plants in your apartment."

With a smile, she grabbed her purse off the coat rack in the living room. "Oh. Yeah, I guess I do. I've always loved pressing flowers and stuff. My mom and I used to do it all the time when I was younger, and I guess it stuck."

"That's really nice. It's definitely better than the clutter of my apartment," he says with a laugh as they both make their way to the door.

"Oh, I don't know. I like your clutter, it's rather charming."

He laughed as he opened the door and stepped aside so she could walk through. "You've only been to my apartment once, and we were a bit... occupied for you to notice, so how would you know?"

They paused in the hallway as she closed the door and looked up at him, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. She grabbed the end of his tie and tugged it a little, turning it over in her fingers as she stared at him. "Trust me, Spencer, it's hard to believe that anything about you isn't charming."

It was his turn to blush, his smirk transforming into a shy smile. She let go of his tie and grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together before leading him down the hallway.

***

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were surprised," Y/N said once the waiter left to grab their drinks.

"Oh, I-I guess I just... I don't know why, it's just that I didn't... expect you to be a white wine person, that's all."

"You can tell what kind of wine I like?" she laughed.

Spencer returned it, brushing some of the hair from his face. "Well, I guess not, since I pegged you wrong..."

She shrugged. "You don't have to be embarrassed about that, I wouldn't expect you to have known."

"Oh, I'm not embarrassed, it's just that usually I'm better at reading people, that's all."

"Is that right?" Y/N mused, leaning forward a little. She smiled at him. "How come?"

Spencer swallowed before answering. "Well, my job... I work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI, so my team and I study human behavior to catch killers."

Holy shit, that's so hot, she thought, silently hoping she didn't say that out loud. "Wow, so... you're a total badass, then. I gotta say, G-man, that's impressive."

He blushed under the dim light of the restaurant lights. He'd picked out this nice Italian place not too far from their apartment. Y/N had always wanted to go because she loved Italian food, but it was always too expensive and she never really had the time. When Spencer had suggested it, she practically begged him not to, insisting that she didn't want to make him spend so much money on her. In turn he told her, "I don't mind, you're worth spending a little money on," and that was that. Still she felt a little guilty, but he didn't seem to mind one bit. Not to mention the place was absolutely beautiful, easily one of the nicest places she'd ever been to. So if he was willing to do all this just to spend some time with her, then Y/N figured it was a good sign.

"What about you, what exactly is it that you do?"

Y/N shrugged a little. "Oh, well it's no fancy badass government job, but I work at a music store downtown. I just got promoted, so I'm an associate manager."

"Oh, that's great! What kind of music do you like?"

The way he genuinely looked so interested in what she had to say made her heart swell. She cleared her throat before answering. "My parents raised me on Classic Rock, so my brain is pretty much just made up of Queen lyrics, but... I listen to a little of everything. There isn't much I don't like, really, save for maybe hardcore metal. Though, some of it I've heard is okay."

Spencer laughed a little. "That's nice. I don't really listen to a variety of things, mostly classical, but... I don't know, maybe you could... introduce me to some of your favorites? Broaden my horizons?"

He almost sounded shy asking, but that only made the sentiment more endearing. Y/N smiled so hard her cheeks hurt. "Anytime, G-man."

The waiter came back with the wine then, and they got to ordering. Y/N ordered a lemon chicken piccata while Spencer settled on pasta alla norma. Of course they had a side of breadsticks and they each got a small tomato soup to sip on while they waited.

They continued to chat about their favorite things, anywhere from as general as their favorite books and movies to as random as their favorite flowers and candle scents. It was nice getting to know these tiny details. And normally this type of small talk was awkwardly necessary and devastatingly tedious, but with Spencer it felt effortless. She liked telling him about her favorite things, no matter how small they were, and just the same she liked listening to him. The way he spoke, his eyes lighting up as he talked about what made him happy made Y/N warm, feeling once again that night like she was bathing in sunlight.

That's what he was. The human embodiment of pure sunlight.

As they ate they talked a little bit about their childhoods. Spencer mentioned how it was mostly just him and his mother, and he almost seemed a little sad when he talked about it. She wanted to let him keep going, but at some point she realized that he was getting a little emotional and uncomfortable, so she made a point to respectfully change the subject, in turn telling some embarrassing childhood stories of her own. For one thing, she loved telling anyone about how she angrily chucked a remote at her brother when they were kids and gave him a permanent scar on his forehead, but ultimately she loved seeing Spencer smile, and she knew that the story would do the trick. It always did.

"Why did you do it?" he laughed after swallowing a bite of his food.

Y/N shrugged with a smile. "He was bugging me about wanting to watch something else, and it just annoyed me so badly that I decided I had enough. I should have been sorry, too, especially after being yelled at, but I really thought he deserved it. And now when people ask why he has this big-ass scar on his forehead, he has to tell them that his big sister chucked a remote at his head. It embarrasses him and it amuses me, so..."

Spencer laughed a little harder, setting his fork down and folding his hands together. "Sounds... like an interesting childhood."

"Yeah, that's putting it mildly. My brother and I did a lot of roughhousing, which would make more sense if he was the older one, but what are you gonna do?"

"So... What, you put him in headlocks and pinned him to the ground like a wrestler all the time?" he asked with an amused laugh.

"Yeah, something like that," she laughed right back.

"Well, I hope he hasn't sustained too much injury permanently over the years... Maybe one day I can ask him about it."

The thought of Spencer meeting her family gave her more butterflies, and it became evident that he was feeling the same way, because he blushed almost immediately after he said it.

"You two would probably get along really well, actually. He loves true crime and stuff, so I'm sure he'd love to talk to you about your job if that's not too forward. Plus, he reads more than I do, so I'm sure you'd find something else in common there."

"Yeah, that sounds great. I like him already."

She smiled, her heart still beating exponentially fast. A small part of her wondered if maybe talk of meeting family members was going too far for a first date, and on any other first date it would've been. But Spencer seemed to be genuinely entertaining the idea of meeting and discussing some of his life with her brother, and that was what flipped the switch. She was starting to feel it. She was starting to fall in love with him.

***

When the two of them got in the car, Spencer turned on the radio before they started their journey home— a Classic Rock station. Y/N smiled, immediately recognizing the melody to, coincidentally enough, her favorite Queen song, Who Wants To Live Forever. She told him as much.

He turned the volume up and started driving, listening to her sing along softly. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed him turning his head every once in a while, obviously sneaking a glance at her enjoying her favorite music. The thought sent a bloom of warmth through her chest as the song faded out and started playing Photograph by Def Leppard. Spencer turned the radio down just a little and nodded, turning down the street.

"I like it. I can see why it would be your favorite."

"This is another one of my favorites, too," she replied with a gentle nod towards the radio, giving him a smile. "A lot of these songs probably will be, though, I've practically been spoon-fed Classic Rock radio since I was a baby."

Then she noticed where they were. A street she didn't recognize. "Where are we going?" she asked, looking around.

"Oh. I-I know I only really promised to take you out for dinner, but there's somewhere else I wanted to show you... If that's alright?"

"It's more than alright," she reassured, placing a hand on his arm and wondering where he planned to take her.

He took her hand in his and continued down the road, the radio shuffling through more songs that Y/N recognized and sang along to. At one point she made a point of dramatically serenading Spencer with Love Song by Tesla, air guitar-ing and everything.

Soon enough they were out where she couldn't see any buildings and only a few streetlights. Y/N hummed softly along to the radio, holding Spencer's hand once again as he pulled the car over down a random road and under this large tree. In front of them she could clearly see the sun setting over the skyline, illuminating everything around them in a soft orange glow.

"It's beautiful out here," she mused as Spencer turned off the car, the radio with it.

"Yeah, I, uh... I was in a particularly stressful point in my life a few years ago, and one day I just drove aimlessly. I don't normally drive at all, but I needed something new, something different to do that I could focus on, and I just ended up here. It's one of my favorite places."

She looked over at him and smiled, running her thumb over his hand. "I find that some of the best things in life happen when you try something different."

His eyes softened as she spoke, squeezing her hand and leaning his head against the seat. "You're right. That's... actually how I got you, know know."

She raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Mhm... Yeah, I didn't even want to confront you about hearing what happened that night because I thought it would be too awkward, but... I don't know, I guess there was just something that felt right about the whole thing, like... like it was an opportunity to get to know someone new. And I couldn't stop thinking about knocking on your door and getting to know everything about this woman who likes to invade other people's privacy." He laughed as he said that last part, obviously teasing her about the whole thing, and she laughed with him.

"Well, then I guess that means I don't have to be embarrassed about that anymore," Y/N noted. "I felt absolutely awful about it, you know."

"Oh, I know. You were practically the color of a tomato when I gave you that Advil."

They laughed together as the sun sunk lower in the sky, and as the air between them grew silent, they just stared at each other, smiling. Even as the sun was leaving, Y/N could still feel its warmth radiating in the form of Spencer's presence.

***

They walked up to her door hand in hand, laughing about a joke she'd told him when Y/N realized the night was potentially over. The thought silenced her laughter, and suddenly she was nervous, like she hadn't already considered that the night would eventually have to end somewhere.

"I... I had a really great time tonight, Spencer, thank you. "

He smiled shyly in that way of his that made her just as shy. It was sickeningly cliché, she thought, feeling this way about a man she'd only just started to get to know, but she welcomed those feelings nonetheless. He was so obviously infatuated with her in a way she hadn't felt before, and it made her nervous because she didn't know how to react. All she could do was welcome and embrace his adoring glares and little touches and compliments, and hope that he knew in turn just how much she appreciated and adored him all the same.

His free hand reached out and cupped her cheek, to which she happily leaned into. "I did, too," he said softly, barely above a whisper. "We should do it again some time."

She smiled against his hand, and she didn't realize it then, but they were closer than they had been all night, toe to toe. "We should."

The world stopped for all of two seconds before he leaned down to kiss her. But something embarrassingly stopped her from letting it happen, pulling her face away just a little. "Wait. My breath probably smells like breadsticks."

Hardly the most romantic thing to say, and she regretted it the second it left her mouth.

Spencer only shrugged, smiling amusedly. "Who doesn't like breadsticks?"

That made her laugh. Hard. And she was still laughing as she pulled him closer and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

When he kissed her back, it was head-dizzyingly sweet, his hands softly brushing over her cheeks as she melted into him. Every time his lips parted, he came back stronger, pressing his lips and tongue to hers with slow, methodical precision.

She could have died right there.

But eventually they pulled apart, and she looked up at him with as much gratefulness as she could provide. "Look, I... I know it's not typically customary to sleep over on the first date, but... What about trying something different?"

Spencer grinned at her, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip. "Lead the way, pretty girl."

She couldn't hide her blush as she reached over and opened the door, pulling him into the apartment with her.

The door closed behind him, and Spencer kissed her again, this time using one of his hands to press her to him, resting promptly on her lower back. Their kisses were just as slow and sweet as they had been in the hall, though there was a slightest shift in the atmosphere, bringing forth a newfound passion behind each of their movements.

His tongue traced over her bottom lip before he took it between his teeth and tilted his head to the other side, pulling her even closer to him than she thought could be possible. They both stumbled around the living room as they kicked off their shoes. Y/N got significantly shorter after removing her heels, so Spencer bent down and lifted her off the ground, setting her on the back of the couch. Her dress had ridden up to the tops of her thighs so she could wrap her legs around his waist. She slid her cardigan off at the same time he slid off his jacket, their lips still adjoined. Once they were removed, Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck again, and he brought his arms under her ass as he lifted her off the couch

She expected the journey to her bedroom to be rocky, stumbling into furniture and walls and tripping, but was glad to be proven wrong when suddenly she was swiftly seated on her bed, Spencer standing between her legs.

He pulled away from her for all of two seconds before kneeling and pressing kisses to the insides of her right leg, starting at her ankle and trailing all the way up past her knee and eventually to her thigh. His hands reached up to grip the bed as he looked up at her and pressed kisses to her other thigh. Hoping to give him more access, she used her hands to pull her dress up even higher, scooting out from under her butt and bunching up at her hips as she spread her legs a little wider.

He smiled against her inner thigh, running one of his hands over the other. "Patience, pretty girl. I want to take my time with you tonight."

The way he said it made her shiver, and her head leaned back as she leaned back on her hands, feeling Spencer continue his exploration. His mouth travelled from thigh to thigh, doing just about everything he could think of—kissing, licking, biting... One of her hands found themselves in his hair as she sighed out, "Please, Spencer..."

For a moment she thought he wouldn't give it to her, if only because she wasn't specific enough and that had become part of their sexual routine, but this time he granted her what she wanted, one of his hands reaching up and ghosting along her clit through the fabric of her panties.

She instinctually rutted her hips forward at the contact, which made him laugh softly, and before too long, he hooked his finger in the waistband of her underwear, sliding up her dress just a little so he could reach. She lifted herself off the bed so he could bring them out from under her, and he slowly, very slowly, slid them down her legs. His lips travelled up her leg again, taking the same care and curiosity as he had before, each second burning impatiently through Y/N's body as she took it all in.

Right as his nose brushed over her clit, he pulled away, leaving her cold and desperate. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, running a hand through his hair and silently pleading to do something.

He smiled and stood up, pressing a kiss to her neck before whispering in her ear, "Will you ride my face for me, baby?"

"Oh, God, yes," she breathed before she could think, and he laughed, his breath sending goosebumps down the right side of her body.

Spencer got up on the bed and leaned back, his head resting on the pillows as Y/N straddled him, hiking her dress up over her hips and stroking the hair from his face before hovering over it. Before she could do anything, his hands wrapped up over her thighs and pulled her down to him, not wasting any time getting to work.

The initial contact jolted her awake, and she cried out, reaching forward and grabbing the top of the headboard as she ground down on him. His tongue plunged deep into her while his nose pressed against her clit, and the more she moved, the more his tongue drew patterns, wanting to taste every inch of her until she was shaking around him. And that's exactly what happened. His tongue came up to flick and swirl over her clit, and right when he wrapped his lips around it and started softly sucking, she cried out. "I'm gonna— ohh..."

He hummed into her, encouraging her to finish, and she did, clenching her thighs around his head as he shook it back and forth, lapping up every last drop of her arousal until her thighs lost their grip. She lifted up off of him, but he brought her back down to run his tongue through her pussy a few more long, meaningful times. He finally let go of her legs, and she kneeled beside him, catching her breath.

Looking down at him she noticed how wonderstruck he was, running his tongue along his lips to still taste her, his eyes searching hers hungrily before she leaned down and kissed him. The taste of herself on his mouth made her groan, and he reached up to pull the clip from her hair. It tumbled down in a curtain around them before he tossed the clip aside and ran his hands through it, gathering it all to one side and pulling her closer to him.

As he kissed her, she brought her hand to his chest, working at his tie and struggling to get it off. He laughed against her mouth and sat up to do it for her, breaking their kiss apart. Has he undid the tie and the first few buttons of his shirt, Y/N reached back to grab the zipper of her dress, but Spencer stopped her.

"Wait. Can I?"

She nodded, turning around.

"Stand up for me," he told her.

Y/N got off the bed and felt Spencer behind her, his hands brushing her hair out of the way and slowly zipping her dress down, pressing kisses down each inch of skin that exposed in its wake, all the way to her lower back. His hands slid up her back and pushed the straps off her shoulders, then tugged the dress down to watch it fall on the floor, leaving her completely bare.

He kissed her neck and ran his hands up and down her body, eventually reaching around to cup her breasts. She sighed at his touch, leaning back against him as he rolled her nipples in between his fingers. Her hands reached back to wrap around his back and pull him flush against her, the unmistakable feeling of his hardening dick through his pants pressing against her bare ass.

"I love how soft your skin is, pretty girl," he murmured into her neck, sliding his lips down to her shoulder and biting down. She sucked in a breath, her hands removing themselves from his back and placing themselves over his own, feeling the veins strain as they kneaded her breasts. His tongue traced over where he bit down before he kissed the same spot, then he worked his mouth back up her neck and reached her jawline. She turned her head, meeting his lips and pressing herself further into him, whining at every single sensation coursing through her veins.

Eventually she'd had enough and turned fully around, breaking apart from him just to come back. She faced him and wrapped her arms around his neck once more. He leaned in to kiss her again, but she stopped him, pulling her head back and using one of her hands to grip the hair at the nape of his neck. "Tonight's your lucky night, you know..."

At her teasing tone, Spencer laughed, his eyes searching hers before giving in. "Why's that?"

She used the hand that wasn't in his hair to slide over his shoulder and down his chest, drawing patterns across the bare skin he'd left exposed after undoing the first few buttons of his shirt. Then she smiled, bringing herself closer and gripping the collar. "Because I'm on birth control now..." She leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips against his, feeling them just barely as she whispered, recalling what he'd told her a few weeks ago. "You still wanna fill up this slutty little pussy? Make me yours?"

He didn't give a second thought. Before she was aware of what was happening, Spencer had his lips crashed against hers and his arms wrapped around her back, pulling her forward so that the tent in his pants pressed right up into her bare crotch. She gasped against his mouth and reached down to take the rest of his shirt all the way off, and he let her.

Her hands fumbled with the buttons, severely close to just giving up and ripping the shirt apart but she got there in the end, sliding the fabric off his shoulders and tossing it God-knows-where as his tongue slipped into her mouth. She trailed her hands softly down his chest and stomach, making him shiver, and she relished in the feeling of his lean figure tensing under her touch. She scratched her nails along the lower part of his stomach before touching his belt, and then he stopped her, grabbing her wrists.

"Sit on the edge of the bed," he commanded softly against her lips.

Y/N pulled away reluctantly, immediately missing his bodily warmth before doing as she was told and perching herself patiently at the edge of the bed.

Spencer got off his knees, climbed out of bed, and stood on the floor, coming over to her and placing himself between her legs once more. Only this time, he towered over her rather than kneeled. His hands unbuckled his belt while his eyes bore into hers, the anticipation of what was to come as high strung as it had ever been.

He pulled his pants and underwear down in one swift motion, and right a he kicked them to the side, Y/N reached out, grabbing his hips and pulling him closer. One of his hands gripped his hard cock while the other found purchase in her hair, brushing it behind her shoulders and resting at the base of her neck as he leaned down and pushed her back onto the bed. She scooted back just far enough for Spencer to kneel on the edge of the bed, her legs instinctually wrapping around his waist once more as he kissed her.

Her hands brushed the hair from his face and stayed weaved there, whimpering with anticipation as he ran the tip of his cock along her pussy, just as slowly as he'd done everything else so far. He broke their kiss apart and pushed the tip in, not going any farther than that. "I told you, pretty girl, I'm taking my time with you tonight. I want this to last."

As his forehead rested against hers, she barely caught a glimpse of his eyes before he pushed all the way in and squeezed his eyes shut. Y/N sighed and massaged his scalp, completely aware of every inch of him as he held himself inside her. He pressed just about the sweetest kiss to her lips before setting a slow pace that gradually became faster with every passing minute. She was still a little sensitive from when he'd eaten her out, but that only added to the feeling.

"Fuck, you're perfect," Spencer breathed, pulling his head just far enough away from her so he could look her in the eyes. "You're so goddamn perfect, Y/N..."

She slid her hands down his back as he picked up his pace inside her, gasping when he hit her g-spot. "Speak for yourself," she breathed.

When she started to feel herself getting closer, Spencer seemed to notice, because he slowed his pace again and ran sloppy, passionate kisses along her jaw and neck, and she reveled in the feeling. He was all around her, consuming every fiber of her being, and she could bask in it forever if he'd let her.

"Spencer," she breathed, her hands reaching down to grip his ass as he hit inside her deeper. "Fuck... You're so good to me..."

In turn he cradled her face and kissed her deeply, moving his tongue against hers in tandem with his hips' ministrations. Her fingernails bore deeper into his skin, and it wasn't long before she started to feel an orgasm surfacing. He rested his forehead against hers again, biting her bottom lip softly as he pulled away to speak. "Almost there, pretty girl. "

Y/N removed her hands from him and brought them up to bring her face to hers again, sighing into his mouth when they reconnected. And then he grabbed her wrists softly, pinning them above her head and sliding his hands up her forearms until his fingers laced together with hers, squeezing and pushing them both closer to the edge.

"Cum for me, baby," he mumbled against her lips, and within a matter of seconds, she did. Her legs tightened around him and her ankles hooked round his waist, just above the top of his ass to keep him tightly inside her while he found his own release. "Fuck," he sighed, giving three more hard thrusts forward. He held himself inside her while he came, the warmth spreading through her being just about the best thing she'd ever felt. It was the cherry on top, the last puzzle piece falling into place, and she kissed him once more while he finished, feeling him groan in her mouth.

The two of them stayed like that, their hands still laced together and legs still tangled, and even when their lips pulled apart, their foreheads rested together while their breathing slowed.

"Have I already told you how perfect you are?" Spencer breathed, nuzzling his nose against hers.

Y/N laughed a little, nuzzling him right back. "You may have mentioned it."

"Well, it's true. Everything about you is just so..."

"Perfect?" she offered.

He laughed, kissing her once more on the lips before slowly pulling out of her and unlacing their fingers. "Yes. Perfect... But as much as I love laying here with you, UTIs are not perfect, so I'm gonna get you cleaned up. Come on."

She sat up with a grunt, not wanting to get up so soon but she knew he was right. So she let him lead her to the bathroom as quickly as they can, his cum slowly sliding down her thighs when they got there. Spencer turned on the light and closed the bathroom door, a small smile on his face as he got on his knees to help.

"I can grab some toilet pa— holy shit..." Y/N was cut off when he dragged his tongue up the inside of her leg, scooping up his mess and making his way to her pussy where he cleaned out the rest of it. She was still sensitive, so he went as gently as he could, making soft, gentle swipes of his tongue until it was mostly gone, at least not dripping down her legs anymore.

When he stood up to meet her face, she felt stunned, absolutely enraptured by everything about the man in front of her. "So, does that mean I'm officially yours now?" she asked with small laugh.

He gave her that bashful smile again, and it made her feel even better, basking in the familiarity of his boldness of sexual acts followed by instant shy demeanor. "Only if you'll have me."

Y/N grabbed his face and kissed him before looking him dead in the eye and saying, "I hope I'll always have you, G-man."

[syndianites]

Day Two: Bee

If anyone asked, the reason she changed from her chic, luxury look to a more comfortable, earthy one was because it was the start of a new year and fashion trends were changing.

She dressed to impress, and she couldn’t do that in last year’s fashion, looking like someone who had finally gathered up enough money to join the trend. No, Chloe was always on top of these things. If anything she set the trends herself.

In reality, it was because of Pollen.

Chloe hadn’t been Queen Bee for a while. She’d done more harm than good ever since she’d been a hero. Miracle Queen, Queen Banana, Penalteam- and that was just the most obvious ways she made life hard for others. And while she never outright spoke against Hawkmoth, she didn’t really support him either.

Except he had Pollen now.

The thought came with a thick feeling of dread in her chest. The little Bee had been one of the few people to unconditionally support her because they actually trusted her. Not because of fear, or pressure, or a blind dedication she never really earned. Pollen had supported her because she saw Chloe as a person before anything else.

And for all that Chloe was mad at Ladybug and harboring a heavy hurt over being replaced she didn’t want Pollen to suffer for it. With Ladybug she was safe. But with Hawkmoth? Pollen had given her a good idea of the torment someone could put their kwami through if they wanted to.

So for the first time in a long time Chloe whole-heartedly supported Ladybug and Chat Noir. She berated anyone who spoke ill of them. Discredited anyone who claimed the heroes were incompetent. Even begrudgingly avoided being mean in hopes of not making more akumas.

And to mark that change, she wanted to change her style.

Which led to her looking in her mirror now. She’d traded the shiny yellow jacket for a soft yellow cardigan with stripes starting mid-torso. Her shirt was solid black that flowed into a skirt of the same color. A fluffy, off-white belt separated the two. To top it off, she had off-white knee-high socks with black stripes on and plain black flats.

And while her hair and sunglasses stayed the same, her makeup was switched out for yellow eye shadow and an almost mahogany lipstick.

No matter what happened, she was a bee through and through, and no one let their Queen stayed trapped with a raving lunatic who wanted some stupid wish. She would do everything she could to help free Pollen, even if it meant helping the people who hurt her.

Because for all Pollen called Chloe a Queen, Pollen was the true Queen of ever Bee Hero there was.

@maybeequeenchloe

[angstyaches]

The Missing Formula

This is neither a request or anything I specified on my WIP list, but I couldn’t get this scene out of my head until I wrote it. Not a sickfic, not even that angsty. Just a little piece that makes my heart happy. Wish my college experience had included a Claudette.

Word Count: 1,520

CW: mild mentions of overwhelm, mentions of s*x repulsion.

___

The Fresher’s Tent was a rendition of how Rin would have imagined Hell to appear. Not the only rendition, and not the worst, but definitely one of them. There were too many people and too many different noises, and all she wanted to do was turn around and run back to her room.

The university’s societies and clubs each had their own stand set up inside the giant marquee, with committee members armed with stickers and condoms to lure in new sign-ups. It made Rin sweat with panic every time she thought someone was going to hand her the latter, so she mostly kept her eyes on the floor until she reached the spots she wanted to visit.

First, she had made a beeline for the University Outlook, a student publication that she hoped to contribute to over the course of her time there. She’d also signed up for Science Soc, though she’d been too shy to properly engage with the committee members as they copied her details from her student card and handed her a membership card.

Come on, Rin! she thought to herself as she wandered past the other booths, trying to avoid knocking shoulders with any of the other students that were strolling and darting in every direction. This is your fresh start. It’s what you’ve always wanted! Time to be bolder. Time to put yourself out there, and –

“Hi, hello there!” The voice was dull, and abrasive enough to make Rin stop and glance at whoever was speaking to her, just to confirm that they were, indeed, speaking to her. “Are you a fresher?”

Rin’s eyes shot to the floor. Stranger. Talking to her. Fuck. What to do? Answer the question, probably. Make eye contact, if possible. Just stop staring at the damn floor! 

“Yeah, but... please don’t give me a condom.”

Smooth.

“Uh, it’s okay. I wasn’t going to.”

Rin swallowed against the thick feeling in her throat.

“My name’s Claudette, and my pronouns are she/they.” The person presented Rin with a flyer that was covered in streaks of rainbow, and photos from outdoor events. There were way too many faces and places for Rin to focus on any of them. “Wanna join Pride Soc?”

Rin blinked in surprise, first at the stunning individual who was giving her attention, and then at the flyer again. LGBTQIA+ Pride Society. “Oh. Um, thanks, but I’m not – I’m not gay.”

“You don’t have to be gay.”

Rin glanced up again. Claudette was positively breath-taking, all six feet of her, along with the thick, dark hair that cascaded over her shoulders. Rin quickly spotted the pin on their cardigan that read “she/they”, nestled amongst a collection of others. Her eyes picked out the rainbow pride flag, along with the blue, purple, and pink stripes of the bisexual flag, but she was totally lost on the others.

“We also accept allies. You look nice.” Claudette blinked sluggishly behind their wide, gold-rimmed glasses. “That’s why I stopped you.”

Rin felt her cheeks redden. Based on the facts that she didn’t recognise most of the flags on Claudette’s pins, or even know what all of the letters in LGBTQIA+ stood for, she didn’t feel qualified for this.

But Claudette was still looking at her, like they were waiting for an answer.

“W-well, my two best friends are queer,” she blurted out, before remembering that people who bragged about having gay friends were famously uncool. She cleared her throat. “I’ll join as an ally, is what I mean.”

“Great,” the person said, casting their eyes down to their clipboard. “Can I have your name and your student number, please?”

Rin still had her student card in her hand from the last booth. “Sure, it’s, um, it’s all on here.”

“Oh, awesome,” the society member’s facial expression didn’t budge as they took Rin’s card and jotted down the details. In the meantime, Rin looked down at the flyer again, grimacing at the string of letters that followed LGBT. She reckoned the Q was for ‘queer’, but beyond that, she was lost.

“So, um,” she half-laughed, “the I and the A? What do they stand for?”

“Oh.” The person’s tone suggested that she was a bit perturbed. It took Rin by surprise when they continued, in an easy-going voice. “The I is for intersex, and the A stands for asexual.”

Rin almost smirked at that, taking her student card as Claudette handed it back. “Some of your members are plants?”

Their eyebrows raised as they reached into the bag clipped to their waist, pulling out a society card with the rainbow and the string of letters printed across it.

“Well,” she mumbled, handing the card to Rin, “I’m asexual, and I don’t personally identify a plant.”

Rin gulped and snatched her new society card, feeling like she was about to be punched in the gut by a stranger.

“Then again,” Claudette droned, “I can’t speak on behalf of the entire ace community.”

Why? Why had she said that? She shouldn’t try to be funny! People never picked up on it when she was trying to be funny. Rin suddenly wished she’d put on at least twice as much deodorant that morning, because she could sense that the panic-sweat and the humid-tent-sweat were beginning to mingle.

She had her membership card. Claudette had gotten her to sign up. She could run away now, and never show her face at a Pride Soc event in her life, and Claudette would quickly forget they’d ever met. 

I’ve definitely lingered too long to run away now. In any case, Claudette looked like she could have caught up to a sprinting Rin by just casually walking several paces forward.

“I’m – I’m so sorry,” she choked out. Brilliant. Here she was, on Day One of her university life, already acting pathetic in front of the first cool person to pay her even a smidge of attention. Not only that, but this person was doing a job! She had no specific interest in Rin, besides the fact that she was a fresher and could help the society reach its membership targets. “I don’t know why I even said that. Sometimes my mouth just – I –”

“Dude.” Claudette shrugged. “Relax, okay? You’re all good. It’s not the first time I’ve heard the plant joke.”

Rin exhaled, part of the stress leaving her lungs. So, Claudette had realised that she’d been making a joke. That was something.

“I just – I’ve actually never heard of a person identifying as asexual. What does – what does that mean?” Rin grimaced when there was still no shift in Claudette’s expression. “If you don’t mind me asking, of course.”

“’Course,” Claudette nodded. “So, asexual means that you don’t feel sexual attraction to any person of any gender. Some asexual people are repulsed by the idea of sex itself, but some of us aren’t. For example, I’ve had sex, and I’ve enjoyed it, but I don’t feel sexual attraction towards potential partners. Oh, this is the asexual flag, actually.”

Rin’s eyes flicked to where Claudette was pointing, towards a pin on her cardigan. It was shaped like an ace from a deck of cards, and was striped with black, grey, white, and purple.

The panicked heat was suddenly replaced by a cold wave of… something.

“The A is also for aromantic,” Claudette added, pointing vaguely to the flyer again. “Sexual and romantic attraction are different, which is something not a lot of people realise. Some people are aro and ace, meaning they don’t feel sexual attraction or romantic attraction.”

Rin blinked as soon as the stranger in front of her paused. “Oh.”

“These things all exist on a spectrum, too. There isn’t just 100% asexual or 100% allosexual… Sorry. I’m going on and on. You can leave, if you like.”

Rin swallowed again, realising the flyer was trembling slightly in her hands. She looked down at the letters, pinpointing that A – that A that seemed to glow on the page – until it began to blur. She quickly reached up under her glasses to try to stop the tears from falling, but even if that had worked, she’d have been betrayed by the sob that suddenly rose from deep in her chest.

“Oh… honey –”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry –”

“Are you okay?”

Thirty seconds ago, a voice in the back of Rin’s head would have said no. It would have said that she was mostly okay, besides a few dark spots inside of her that reeked of not okay. It felt like those spots had just felt the kiss of the sun for the first time ever, and instead of being overrun with cobwebs and filth, they were as clean and bright as every other part of her.

“Yeah. I think – I think I’m okay?”

Claudette hummed with uncertainty. “You sure?”

That feeling, that suspicion, that the people around her must have been faking or exaggerating… That feeling like trying to solve a maths problem without knowing the formula, but when she asked her friends for the formula, they acted like it didn’t exist…

“I… I think I’m asexual?” Rin exhaled, hearing that her own voice was growing louder than she would have liked, but unable to control it. She had to fight through the urge to throw a stoic veil over the smile that pulled achingly at her cheeks. “And aromantic.”

Claudette broke into a smile in response. They glanced over their shoulder and mouthed something to one of the other students running the booth, before turning back to Rin. “How about you and I go grab a cup of coffee?”

Rin’s jaw trembled as she nodded. “Yeah. Yes, please.”

“Awesome. I’m so tired of standing here and talking to idiots.”