#this works especially well with either a monster reader or a monster lover

[seakicker]

obsessed with the idea of someone looking much further along in their pregnancy than they actually are… the size of their tummy suggests they’re 8 months along, but when you ask them how far along they are, they say they’re not even 2 months into the pregnancy. they may look 8 months pregnant, but they still have a long way to go… and they’ll only get bigger from here on out 🥰

[grapefives]

did it or not ?

hoshina + gen oneshots! (separately) x gn!reader

arranged marriaged au! + hurt/cormfort + injuries + denial of feelings + platoon leader reader! + enemies to lovers (?)

warnings; it’s gender neutral reader but… lowkey lenient to male readers, but obviously only if you think hard jajaj, that’s all, also, change of work format! not proof read.

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ hoshina soshiro

— he wanted NOTHING to do with you! not even as entertainment to see what could become of you both, NADA

— it’s not that he would argue with you or anything, but he’d speak a little harsher when it comes to you

— constantly asks why did he have to be married when both of you were in the defense force and could die any day

— at least he acknowledges your hard work

— mina actually likes you for him, so she always tells him he should show you affection, to which he gags at.

“ah, hoshina, don’t you think l/n looks good like that? sweaty, covered in monster fluids, look at how badass l/n looks, took down so many monsters…”

“what, are you saying you want l/n to take my spot as vice captain? since your praising l/n so much.” hoshina asks darkly while placing his hands on his hips.

mina shakes her head, expression neutral, “no, of course not, but maybe you should give l/n a nice reward-“

“ugh!” he groans, immediately walking away from her. he knows her expression wouldn’t show much, but he knew her true feelings. she was probably laughing in her head, mentally patting her back for ticking him off.

it didn’t help that you had defeated so many monsters, a few more than him. he eyes you as you flick some monster grub off of your shoulder, looking around to step aside, away from the scene. he hated going back “home” with you, you took the longest showers.

“good job today,” your voice snaps him out of his thoughts, like he said, you took long showers, so he sometimes zones out waiting for you to get out. “i wish i knew how to use blades,” you comment.

he stares at you, fresh out of the shower. your cheeks have a rosy color, definitely from the warm shower you had taken. your eyes weren’t on him, but with the way you said that, it felt like you were looking directly at him. you don’t talk much to him either.

“for a platoon leader your skills are too inadequate,” he bites before going to the restroom. “train more and you’ll be better suited.”

— honestly, you wish he’d at least make fun of you or something, not nag or insult your honed skills.

— you two lived more like strangers that shared a room, little talk yet always around

one day, you two had to face a group of honju. it wasn’t something either of you couldn’t manage, but for some reason, hoshina was having a bit of a hard time. especially with the way you kept missing your shots.

“the heck is wrong with you?” he ask as he slices the honju’s joints.

“the heck is wrong with you? you keep cutting off limbs and letting them fall on me! makes me miss my shots!” you argue as you hop off a wall.

“if we don’t take this one down we can’t help out with the other ones!”

“well if you weren’t all up on the honju then i would’ve shot it down already!”

mind you, you two were still honing your new, growing skills. hoshina was recently risen to vice captain and you as platoon leader.

“and i can’t slice it down because you keep shooting at the wrong areas!”

in the end, the honju got a good hit in you and him. minor injuries of course, but the next day you were sent off in a mission where plenty of platoon leaders were called to assist. hoshina was recently getting inside the house when you trudge up to him, looking absolutely worse than the day before from the honju.

your yored expression was one he’d never seen, mostly because he barely looks at you.

“woah there, did you age in the span of a day?” he finds himself joking.

yet you walk past him and go inside your home.

“nice talk.” he grumbles as he follows.

after your shower, you sit at the vanity, with a sleeveless shirt. there are fresh scrapes on your shoulders, your cheek is bruised and your hand are wrapped in bandages. he notices, because you hum softly as you put ointment on the scrapes.

“a mission?” he asks, surprising himself at his worry.

“broke my guns, had to use that blade.” you reply, closing the bottle.

“i told you to practice more close combat.”

“you didn’t say anything, you commented on my bad skills.”

“same difference.”

“if i die one day it’s your fault.”

he frowns, “how would it be my fault?”

and your eyes fell on him. and they gave him an answer he couldn’t hear. you’ll have pushed me so far away that you won’t make it in time when i need you.

— fighting beside you turns to be like fighting alongside mina. he carves a way and you hit, except only on those missions that aren’t nation threatening.

— at some point, he enjoys the teamwork.

— doesn’t show interest head on, he does it in silent ways. (like placing a cold water on your night stand. putting your books back in place when you’re too much in a rush to organize before leaving.)

— your determination for constant growth impresses him, he notices it when you beat him one day on slicing down a small kaiju

and just when he starts to appreciate you, something happens.

“hoshina,” your voice surprises him as he slices through the kaiju.

“l/n, what is it? kinda busy here-“

“VICE CAPTAIN HOSHINA! L/N HAS TAKEN A CRITICAL HIT!” okonogi’s voice goes through, “SHIELDS ARE DOWN!”

“uh,” you chuckle, “so are my vitals, have you said that?”

“what-?” he gasps as he dodges an attack, he’s in a tight spot right now.

“VICE CAPTAIN!” okonogi cries, “YOU MUST RELEASE MORE POWER! THAT KAIJU IS ADAPTING TO YOU!”

“yeah!” he hops off a rooftop and slices down the middle, causing a hit, but it’s bot enough yet. “someone back platoon leader! where is everyone?” he barks.

“we’re sending more reinforcements! the kaijus had overwhelmed our troops and many are severely injured! platoon leader l/n please hold out until back up comes!”

“we’re too shorthanded for backup!” hoshina argues. “i’ll finish this and head over!” he grunts as he attacks once more.

“so like, i’m bleeding out,” you say softly.

“PLATOON LEADER PLEASE STAY STILL! YOU DON’T HAVE STRENGTH LEFT!”

“how bad is it?” hoshina asks as he finally takes down the kaiju. he’s out of breath.

“VICE CAPTAIN HOSHINA HAS ELIMINATED THE KAIJU IN THE SECTOR!” okonogi shouts, “if anyone can go back up platoon leader, we’ll have victory soon!”

“just how bad is it?”

“the honju is a plant based type! it’s core keeps shifting!”

“and so are my organs, i wanna throw up,” you say.

“you idiot! hide! you can’t keep facing it! how far away am i okonogi!?”

“six minutes- PLATOON LEADER L/N YOUR SUIT IS OVERHEATING AGAIN! PLEASE STOP, YOU’VE ALREADY LOST TOO MUCH BLOOD!”

“I FOUND IT’S CORE!” you yell before going silent.

“VICE CAPTAIN PLEASE HURRY! PLATOON LEADER COULD DIE IF THEY DON’T PULL THIS OFF BEFORE YOU ARRIVE-“ okonogi gasps.

“okonogi? what is it? l/n?” he calls out as he dashed inside the building your squad had been.

the sight was ugly, many officers thrown about, blood and kaiju fluids everywhere.

“PLATOON LEADER L/N’S VITALS ARE DROPPING! PLEASE SOMEONE DO SOMETHING!”

“where is it?” he asks as he runs across, slicing the vines coming at him.

“uh, go to the control room far back, full of vines and living plants, literally they’ll attack you,” you slur into his ear. “hurry before i get digested.”

“WHAT!?” okonogi cries.

he sees red. no wonder your life force was dwindling. “YOU’RE SO RECKLESS!”

slice after slice, he makes it through and strikes the core. it’s disregarded by him as he searches for you. soon, he stands before you.

he stares at your body, laid there on the floor surrounded by kaiju fluids, in your own blood. you’re breaths are too shallow, too painful.

“you want something…” you say lightly between breaths, “to do with me now?”

“what are you talking about-“

“platoon leader please don’t use your energy! it keeps dwinDLING! MEDICS! MEDICS!” okonogi screeches.

“you… you never look at me… never accepted me,” you smile tiredly, looking at him through half lidded eyes.

the gash on your side is seeping blood. your suit had given up from over exertion.

“can you stop?” he’s kneeling over you, trying to lift you out of the puddle. “if you don’t come back home with me, then i don’t want to go home.”

you close your eyes, there’s commotion far away. medics maybe? “we live like strangers under a roof…”

hoshina grips you, “i’m… sorry,” he bows his head, pulling you close but still so gentle to your wounds. “please know that i am grateful for you… all these years, you’ve also pushed me to extend my potential…”

“platoon leader! vice captain!” a medic calls out as they bring a stretcher.

“well…” you give a shaky breath, eyes closing, “guess i was… bound to… be in your arms…”

“y/n-?”

“WE’RE LOSING THE PLATOON LEADER!” and everything become white noise to hoshina.

was he going to go home to an empty house? was he going to lose you, after finally accepting that you’re now a part of his life routine, a routine he doesn’t want to exclude? what’s this ache in his heart? he feels cold.

“-out of danger zone,” okonogi’s voice brings him back.

— seeing you frail was never something he expected to see

— you were always standing, as badly as you were always injured, you never showed signs of injury until you two got home or he found you at the hospital

hence, seeing you on the hospital bed wasn’t ever in his mind. you just woke up, smiling at him. your smile is wonderful, he felt like that warmth radiating from you finally brought him back to life. after days of feeling lost, cold and alone, he felt like he was back on track.

“what? wanna be in my arms?” you grin, joking.

and neither of you expected him to take up the offer.

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ gen narumi

— literally did NOT ACKNOWLEDGE YOU

— the audacity! you were so annoyed but you understood too, why would anyone want an arranged marriage?

— he’s cute, you loved looking at him even if he was just yelling at his screen when you were both on stand by

— he ARGUES. ALWAYS. just to get a rise out of you but you PISS HIM OFF when you don’t give him the reactions he wants.

“i want to sleep on the left side today.” he huffs, glaring down at your sleeping figure.

you had literally just managed to fall asleep after all his yelling and that bright ass tv. you glared at the wall, your back facing him as he looms over you.

“move,” he demands, shaking you with so much force you want to flip over and punch him.

yet, you close your eyes and roll over. literally rolling OVER him as you make your way to the right side, squishing him and making him yells and fight. still, you let that shove throw you off of him and settle on the right side. you fall back asleep, smiling at his grumpy remarks.

— as pay back he makes you go through brutal training. yet you always get back at him somehow back in the “comfort” of your shared room.

— you’re more serious about the things you have to accomplish outside of the battlefield, he’s not.

— he constantly berates you for your fighting style, just to piss you off

— at some point you lose confidence in yourself. had had been extremely harsh that day and the kaiju managed to make a good example of you. and gen had laughed at you for it.

“have you changed the bandages?” he asks, looming over you when you were trying to fall asleep.

you say nothing, ignoring his presence. yet, he cages you, practically on top of you with both arms to your sides as he glares down.

“y/n.”

your eyes snap open. that is the first time he’s ever called you by your name and it had to be your first name? his nerve!

“get off me,” you grunt.

“have you changed your-“ he’s easily thrown off of you by your action, he didn’t expect you to move.

“why do you care?” you growl.

he frowns, “i don’t want you messing up our bed sheets!”

you end up leaving the room, crashing somewhere else. he obviously didn’t chase after you, you aren’t that important to him. yet, he couldn’t sleep, remembering the way you left; angry, hurt. he had gotten used to you sleeping next to him, to you waking him up when the two of you had to assist morning duties.

he honestly felt like he couldn’t breathe well, until you came in the morning to change into your attire. he immediately sat up on the bed, staring at you as you move about. not a hello, not a “good morning captain, gotta wake up now” to be followed by his complaints. not even an acknowledgment, you got ready, freshened up and left. he didn’t like that.

— he lives for attention. for recognition. there should always be someone that gives it to him, yet that was the day he realized you don’t.

— it made him feel like he had to prove himself to you.

“lower the sound to the tv, it’s late,” you day dryly.

“i’m winning! listen to me win!”

you just turn over and go to sleep. when he shouts at his victory, his immediate response is to turn to you. yet, since you’re sleeping, you don’t acknowledge him.

he stomps over to you and forces you awake, sitting you up and practically trying to open your eyelids.

“NARUMI!”

“I WON AGAIN!” he roars, shaking you.

— honestly the relationship is more like child and guardian despite how old you two are.

— he has no plans for a family, said that loud and clear

— same way he tries to get a rise out of you, you do it to him when you catch him training late at night

“this is the third night in a row, captain,” you tease as he freezes mid air attack.

“THEY TOLD ME TO BE ON STAND BY IN CASE A KAIJU APPEARED!” he screeches.

“at one in the morning?”

“HOW ABOUT YOU POLISH THOSE HORRIBLE SKILLS OF YOURS!?”

you laugh, setting down a cold water bottle on the floor. “don’t over do it, or else they’ll notice you’re doing this again.”

“SHUT UP! I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING!”

— you’re literally always tidying up behind him. he never tidies up.

“l/n, where are my clothes?” he argues one morning.

“have you washed them?” you ask, annoyed.

he pauses. ever since you two married, he’s never really lifted a finger. well, even when he lived alone, the defense force would sometimes always send someone in to clean up. he’s tidy up once a month but it wasn’t often. now that he thinks hard, as he stares at you in the kitchen, it’s always been you doing almost everything.

“why haven’t you washed them-“

“gen narumi i will throw this knife at you, how about you prove you’re good at surviving in your own home the way you survive out in the battlefield?” you bark as you turn back to face him.

you never snap at him like that, it’s always a silent glare or a petty action. never verbal.

fine, he’ll prove he’s good without you.

— he’s never felt like he’s had a place to belong, no matter how much he proved himself worthy

— captain isao was a clear example of his first time feeling a sense of accomplished belonging

and now, coming home to an empty cleaned out house, he wonders why he feels out of place. it freaks him out, it’s been years since he felt like this. he’s proven himself more than capable of being the best at defending the nation from threats… yet.. why hasn’t he done the same to keep a home.

you didn’t give a divorce, simply asked to be elsewhere for a while, off on a mission that even you don’t know how long will last. yet, coming home to this isn’t… normal… anymore. time and time again, he was rejected from homes and hoped orphanages, that desire to have a home long gone after years or not being enough no matter how much he proved himself.

and now, he’s alone in these four walls again. where you had tried to make a home out of. where he, unknowingly, didn’t even have to prove himself worthy of having. of belonging.

“captain gen! how can we help you?”

“i wanna see how platoon leader l/n’s mission is going.” he says dryly.

everyone in the room turns to him, like he lost his mind.

“uh, i-if you don’t mind captain, why would that be?”

“i don’t have to explain anything to you!”

he doesn’t get to watch or hear how your mission is going. captain isao kicks him out, he put up a fight of course, but it was embarrassing to even try to come up with a valid reason. he doesn’t like you, always in his business, in his commodity, in every mission, every training. always cleaning ip after him, always telling him to go to bed early, always telling him to file out reports- always breathing down his neck!

you’re weak. strong enough to be platoon leader but still so weak! always coming home hurt. always needing medicine. always taking breaks during training.

yet, when he finally gets to see you in action again, after weeks of being denied your whereabouts, he finds himself seeing you. actually seeing you in action. you’re different here than in training, than when you had last fought beside him. yet, you could do better. he knows that, so he grows frustrated when he sees you take a hit and miss the perfect opportunity to subjugate the kaiju.

going against the rules, like always, he does it for you. you’re eyes are wide as you see him do just what you were trying to do. so easily. they superiors are barking in your in ears. they’re doing the same in gen’s. yet, you couldn’t hear them, only your anger and your frustration, you’re insecurity eating at you again.

“was i ever, even for one second, enough for you?” you yell, stomping over towards him.

“you had a chance and you didn’t take it!” he barks.

“GEN NARUMI! YOU WILL BE SUSPENDED!” captain isao roars in the in ear.

“FOR WHAT!?

“for always making everything about yourself!” you jab your gun at him, shoving him a step back. “where’s your teamwork? why do you keep making me feel like i don’t belong here!”

he stares at you, wide eyed.

he… he made you feel like you don’t belong? you, l/n y/n who always did better throughout every mission. you, who always messed with him when he didn’t get along with you. you, who was always levelheaded even to nag at him.

“only-“

“only the strong survive here! i know!” you seethe, “if you want me out so bad just tell me! don’t insult my skills! my efforts!”

“hey, i’m your captain-“ his argument is weak in his ears too.

hence, he feels, for the first time, like he actually is in the wrong when you growl and walk past him. you stomp off, fuming. are you about to leave the defense force? give him the divorce?

“just so you know-“ he yells, making sure no one else is listening in. “you’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”

you stop in your tracks.

“i’m prideful, i don’t play nice,” he chokes out, “but… don’t leave me.”

you turn around, anger long gone. but you’re still distraught. you’re just dissatisfied. “gen… not now.”

and he watches you leave.

— screw all his kaiju missions. he has to win you back, because just now he’s realizing he had you.

“gen, what are you doing.”

“i need money.” he says as he kneels before you when you finally return home.

you nudge his head with your boot, “get up. how embarrassing, you sure you’re my captain?”

“HEY! RESPECT ME-!”

you walk past him, leaving him alone. he huffs, watching you set your belongings back.

“don’t move those boxes!”

“you ordered a bunch of stuff from yamazon for what!?”

“it’s stuff we could need!” he argues.

you sigh and turn around, “like what, gen?”

“uh,” he scratches his head, then gives you an accusatory look, “i don’t have to explain myself to you!”

“uh, yes you do! have you forgotten we’re married!?”

he looks away, unable to form an argument. it’s a surprise, normally he’s quick to fire back at you, but he seems so at bay. it’s…

“disgusting,” you grimace, “what’s wrong with you? aren’t you used to being suspended? what’s with this change?” you look around, “hey, it’s even clean in here, despite all these boxes.”

“yeah so what?” he huffs, crossing his arms. “i’m way better at cleaning than you are, i just don’t like doing slave work often.”

“slave-“

“plus, we’re married,” he puckers his lips as he looks away from you, “aren’t chores like,, shared or something?”

you stare at him wide eyed. is he… for real? he glances at you and you’re heart skips a beat at the blush that crawls on his face. he’s for real. ah, what a darn cute knuckle head.

“this is only going to last a day isn’t it,” you chuckle to yourself.

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˖⁺. “ it's too big ! ” : 

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. . . various characters x gn reader !! 🍒 : ﹙ antihero ˖ grim reaper ˖ mercenary ˖ detective ˖ snake god characters ﹚

what happens when you tell them it's too big?

﹙ cws ﹚: explicit content ˖ size difference ˖ penetrative sex ˖ riding ˖ nipple play ˖ rough sex | wc : 0.8k 

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﹙alessio 781. ﹚. . . cocky bastard !! 🍓 : “yeah?” he’d chuckle. hands flatten along your thighs and he yanks you back into him. grinding into your gummy walls. the grin on his lips and the arch of his brow would fluster you. especially when he’s got you pinned beneath him and very aware of his size in comparison to you.

“awww yah? too big? that’s sweet.” his thumb strokes along your cheek before his lips are on yours. drawing out whimpers - and he’s not even fully inside yet.

he draws his thrusts out. make you feel just how big he is. before he’s pushing you back down into the sheets and perching one of your legs over his shoulder. a kiss to your shin, a wink flashed to you.

“time to show you whatcha got yourself into, huh?”

you’d have to grip onto his shoulders. your back arched as you whine out at the feeling. he takes it slow - at first - but he’ll make sure to show you how big he really is when he’s pounding you into the sheets rapidly.

“still too big? yeah? pobrecitttooo.”

꒰ mercenary ˖ antihero ˖ immortal ˖ punkgoth character ꒱

﹙talisen 781. ﹚. . . duality lover !! 🍒 : “oh bǎobèi.” his croon warms your heart. thumb stroking along your cheek before he reaches down and very gently grinds hi palm between your legs.

his kisses to your lips are sweet. assuring. he makes sure to swipe his thumb around his tip - collect his precum and stroke it over your awaiting entrance. he’s always made sure to lube you up, make sure you’ve cummed enough just to be certain.

“we will take it slow, alright? trust in me,” the soft whisper against your ear is a balm to your nervousness. and when he eases into you — you wrap you arms around his neck and cling. his words of praise and assurance spill over you. telling you how well you take it and just a little more.

let’s just say that by the time you were well-adjusted. all those praises still murmured above you; all while you were bent in half and rough-fucked into the sheets. your eyes crossed and blurred to that serene, devilish smile of his.

꒰ grim reaper ˖ naga ˖ hero character ꒱

﹙seong-jin 9948e. ﹚. . . compromiser !! 🍓 : “shame.” his dry voice makes your heart flutter. there he is. hands on either side of your head. cock ready to split you open - and all he does is say that.

he supports his weight on his knees. peppering warm kisses along your neck and slipping his fingers down. easing them back into you and giving a few, languid thrusts. his lips curling at the slew of desperate moans.

“you’re wet enough. needy too.”

his palm claps against the back of your thigh before he pushes it forward. pressing his tip up against your entrance while also holding you down. his gold eyes meeting yours. heavy, dark.

“gonna have to get used to be eventually, huh baby?” by the time he’s eased into you, your eyes are rolled back and all you can do is cling. as he slowly fucks you open. before eventually pressing you down onto your tummy and pistoning his hips wildly.

꒰ grim reaper ˖ detective character ꒱

﹙xīyáng 9819. ﹚. . . innovator !! 🍒 : “cute.” his voice rumbles, deep. his hands calloused from weapon-work running along your sides. caressing your curves as his cold lips find their way down your shoulders and chest.

those same hands grab at your thighs. pushing them open and nestling himself further between them. he gives your entrance a little tap after circling it with his fingers before his words sound from above you.

before you know it, he’s flipping you over so that you straddle his lap.

“then ride me, pretty.”

he’d ease into you slowly, talk you through it. slowly rolling your hips back into him to match his slow, easy thrusts. that would soon turn into wild, merciless fucking while you bury your hands into his hair and whine with every smack of his hips into yours. bouncing you like a ragdoll until you’re creaming all over him.

꒰ mercenary leader ˖ grim reaper character ꒱

﹙talisen 164. ﹚. . . motivator !! 🍓 : his low chuckle and the glint in his eyes was all you managed to catch before you’re yelping when his hands grab at your ankles. circle your legs around his waist and pin you further into the sheets.

long circles circle your hole. wriggling one in and accentuating your wet, lewd sounds as he curls and purposefully fucks it at an angle. tutting softly at your whines. gasps. and the arch to your back

“oh, but darling. . . you can take it.”

the head of his cock alone had you spinning. he makes you watch as he slowly eases. inch by inch. his hand in your hair while he whispers soft nothings above you. makes sure to pull all the way out - then snap back in. so that you feel the way that you clench around him.

and when he’s somehow - all the way inside? he’ll grin at you with his strained jaw. brow arching.

“see? not so hard, hmm?” if only to fuck you dumb and drooling.

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the wistful wyvern, chapter eight

a/n: i can’t believe this is the last chapter… this whole series is the thing that i’ve let myself go the most crazy with and not held back, so it’s kinda bittersweet when it comes to a close. it’s hard to say goodbye and let go of something you put so much work into, but it’s incredible to finally share the ending with you all so you can enjoy the story in its entirety.

summary: the wrestling was playful as you slowly shuffled further into the sparse cluster of trees. Giggling and shrieking, your back eventually collided with the trunk of a tree and Bucky pinned your hands above your head. 

warnings: knight!bucky barnes x knight!reader, smut, fantasy AU (monsters, but not much magic), original fantasy world, ex-friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers, former fuckboy!bucky, tattooed!bucky, forced proximity, violence, injuries, kissing, oral, dirty talk, impact play, size kink, multiple orgasms, penetrative sex, protected sex (a fantasy birth control tea commonly used by men), creampie, time jump

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“You know, it’s still not too late for you to apologise, we can both just go on our separate way,” you shrugged as you dodged the blow thrown by one of the bandits still on his feet before you. 

“Fuck you, you cunt!” he simply spat back. 

Blinking a moment, your head tilted slightly as you breathed out, “alright then,” and then clocked him in the face, making him stumble back, clutching his battered nose. 

One of the outlaws in the grass then lifted himself back up onto his feet behind where you stood and charged at you, raising the dull axe in his grasp up to attack. 

He only managed to nick your arm, and though a small cry did tumble out of your lungs, only a second passed before your fingers wrapped around the hilt of the weapon and you bashed the blunt side back against the bloke, knocking him back onto the ground. 

“You good?” Bucky’s voice found your ears and you glanced over to see him wrestling with his own half of the dubious group.

“Oh yeah,” you smiled and tossed the rusty axe further down into the field that unfolded on the side of the road, “I’m great,” before whacking your elbow over the dirty-mouthed man who stumbled back towards you, blood dribbling from his nose. 

Barely looking at his own opponents, the corners of your partner’s lips curled up as he purred, “that’s my girl.”

You had started by giving the highway robbers a generous out, stating that a fight between you two wardens and the eight of them just wouldn’t be fair. If they’d let one of you sit that one out and only fought either you or Bucky, then perhaps it would have evened the playing field just a bit more.

Yet, they didn’t heed your warnings and ended up losing in the blink of an eye. 

“You guys should really consider a career change,” you said as they all laid dazed and bruised on the ground, “or at the very least get better at this one.” 

As the pair of you went through and kicked their weapons far enough out of their reach, Bucky cast a glance at the boulder of a man curled up on the ground and clutching his arm. 

“Hey buddy,” your fellow warden called, “try and keep that elevated till you see a healer.” 

“Fuck you,” he groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. 

“You were the one that fell on it,” his arms raised up before he looked to the other bandits, “guys, can you please make sure he gets that checked out?” and after they grumbled in agreement to help their stubborn friend, Bucky exhaled, “great,” and turned to grasp Echo’s reins, the black stallion only a few paces away from the aftermath, “well, have a nice life!”

“See,” you uttered as the pair of you began to walk off, tugging the horse along, “I told you we shouldn’t have taken this road. I was a criminal, I know what roads are hot for highway robbers.”

“Yeah, well, you were always smarter than me,” he chuckled, then smirked in your direction, “isn’t that what you used to say whenever I’d let you win during training? That I might be stronger, but you’re smarter?”

“You did not let me win,” you gasped, immediately defending your recollection, “I always won fair and square!”

“Hm,” he hummed as he let his gaze dance over the patchy cluster of trees that began to bloom on the right-hand side of the dirt road, “you sure about that?” 

“Oh really?” your head cocked as you smiled back at him, “you wanna fucking go, Barnes?” 

“Why not?” he reached out to tickle your waist, “just had a little warm-up, didn’t we?” 

As Bucky let go of the reins, Echo simply dipped his head down to graze on the long grass below. 

The wrestling was playful as you slowly shuffled further into the sparse cluster of trees. Giggling and shrieking, your back eventually collided with the trunk of a tree and Bucky pinned your hands above your head. 

As you gazed back into his blue stare, the laughter began to fade from you both as another instinct entirely took over. 

Tilting his head, Bucky captured your lips and kissed you fiercely. His fingers, enclosed around your wrists, flexed as your lips parted in a giddy groan and made way for his tongue to slip past and catch a taste of your own. 

When his grip eventually loosened around you, his fingers floated down to weave within your hair and tilt your face to deepen the hungry kiss. 

Then, as your hands had started scraping down the cool iron of the partial chainmail on his torso, the tiny loops grazing your skin gently, he pulled back just enough for you both to catch your breath.

“Drop your drawers, snow,” he commanded playfully, nuzzling his nose softly against your own. 

His head tilted slightly so that his forehead rested against your own, and he shared your breath, as your fingers desperately soared to fulfil his demand. Undoing your pants, you swiftly shimmied them down till they were kicked off into the wild grass. 

After stealing another kiss from you, a smile then spread across your face as you watched Bucky sink down to his knees before you. Planting pecks across your thighs, his gaze flickered up to capture yours as his lips danced up to your right hipbone. 

“Please don’t make me beg,” you chuckled and ran a hand through his brown locks. 

“But you sound so pretty when you do,” he smirked. The closer his peppering pecks got to your centre, the sloppier they grew, “just as pretty as when I do this,” he then closed the distance and flicked his tongue teasingly through your folds, dragging a whimper out of your throat. 

Thankfully, he only kept his cruelly light licks to a minimum before he lapped at you properly, swapping your squirming jolts out with a trembling rocking as he savoured your slickness swiftly soaking his short beard. 

Throwing your head back against the tree trunk, your fingers tangled in his hair as he enclosed around your clit. As your gaze fluttered down for his stare to capture yours, a warm rumble vibrated against your pearl as his eyes crinkled up and he smiled against your pussy. 

“O-oh, just like that,” you uttered breathily as your fingers combed through his locks before finding purchase in them, “feels so fucking good.”

His broad palms curled around to your bottom and groped the curve a moment before one of his hands slid down your thigh and plucked it off of the ground, hooking it over his wide shoulder and thereby drawing you that much closer to his greedy tongue. 

Tilting your hips slightly, his sloppy efforts only managed to wander down to your other hole for one kiss before everything unravelled inside of you and you came all over his face. 

Standing back up to his full height, Bucky ducked down to steal a brief kiss from your breathless lips, letting you taste yourself still freshly lingering on his tongue, before fervently spinning you around. 

Bracing against the tree, you peeked over your shoulder as his fingers hastily undid his trousers, his heavy lids staying glued to your backside. 

Silky moans seeped out of the both of you in unison when he slowly buried himself in you. Melting down against your spine a moment, you felt the reassuring weight of his head against your shoulder, panting against your tunic, as his girth settled inside of you, your cunt dripping around him, begging for his movements to pick up.

“Fuck, I love you,” he hissed as he dragged his cock back out, just till the memory of him remained before slamming back inside, harshly enough for you to lose your breath. 

His presence dissipated from your spine as he straightened up. One of his hands trailed down your back, bending you over more, before it settled parallel to the other around your hips. 

Scratching against the dark bark, you whimpered every time his thrusts concluded with a teasing tap against your puffy pearl from his heavy sack. 

“Shit,” he groaned loudly, “your little pussy’s gripping onto me so tight,” in awe, he glanced down at how snugly your cunt was clinging onto his cock, “does it feel good, baby? Does your pussy like being stretched out by me?” he landed a few electric slaps to your ass, “because it sure fucking feels like it… gods, she’s creaming all over me, turning my dick all fucking milky…” 

“I–, I–,” your fluttering moans found their way out your throat as your fingers left the tree and reached back to blindly grab for him.

“What?” he swiftly captured your searching hand in his and slowed his efforts just enough for you to think, “what is it, snow?”

Your brain was all jumbled, so all you managed to mumble was, “…kiss…” 

Curling his burly arms around your form, your brows crinkled up as he then slipped out before guiding you back around to face him. 

Planting his lips to yours in a soft and slow peck, your molten arms slid up to wrap around his neck. 

“Is this better?” his nose ghosted against your own, “huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded lightly, your features nuzzling against his as you did. 

“You good?” his gentle exhale seeped into your bones. 

A soft smile then tipped up your lips as you uttered, “I’m phenomenal…” 

Mirroring your own grin, he captured your lips once more before he plucked your left leg up off the ground. Sweeping his tip through your glinting folds, he nudged at your clit long enough to make you wiggle in his grasp before he dipped down to your drooling entrance and slowly slid back in. 

“Ah,” you gasped and your head tilted away from his a moment as he split you back open for him, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, I love you,” his grip dented your flesh as he settled back into a silky pace, pumping in and out of your creamy cunt, “o-oh, fuck!”

Picking your other leg up, he lifted you into his strong arms and your ankles swiftly hooked around his frame. 

Sloppy symphonies of your skin clapping against each other resonated every time he lifted you off his cock, dragging you over every detail of his fat girth before slamming you back down on it. The sounds echoed throughout the surroundings, dominating your attention rather than the wistful birdsongs that your lustful ears filtered out. 

It didn’t take very long of him carrying you close and fucking you nearly through the tree that scrapped at your spine, before your body went as tight as a bowstring taking aim, and shaky profanities leaked out past your panting breaths as you tumbled over the edge.

Bucky’s mouth was hot on the side of your neck as you clambered around him, your pussy completely choking his throbbing length, and a gravelly groan rumbled against your skin as he swiftly emptied himself in your haven. 

With his load dripping down onto the tall grass as he continued to cradle you in his arms, his softening girth stayed buried in you as you caught your breaths. 

“See?” his heavy exhale fanned across your cheek as the side of his head rested against yours, “told you I used to let you win.”

“Oh,” you playfully chuckled, tilting your chin enough to find his hazy gaze, “you think you won just now?” 

“Yeah, I clearly did.” 

“Did you though,” you cocked your head, “or did I just let you?” 

His eyes then narrowed to a squint as he sucked in a breath, “…rematch,” he declared, “as soon as we get home.”

“Really? You wanna wait–, what, a whole hour?” you guessed the time reminding till you arrived back to Borün. 

“Yes, I wanna wait a whole hour,” a sly smirk crept up on his face as he slowly inched in closer, “one hour and then I finally get to throw you around in my own bed…” 

FIVE YEARS LATER, ON THE THIRTIETH DAY OF SUMMER 863 PR

“Pinch me,” you murmured through your grin as Bucky’s kisses nipped down the column of your neck.     

“What,” he smirked against your skin, clearly assuming you wanted to heat up your impromptu make-out session, “right here?”

Your glance flickered to the rest of the topiary garden, that sprouted in the centre of the great castle that was Fort Borün, and hoped that the pair of you were tucked away well enough in the semi-secluded corner for the other guests, who were up at the palace to round off the annual summer solstice festival, not to notice your intimate activities. 

Not taking his lewd thought to heart, you went on and uttered, “it must be a dream, being here with you and in this beautiful place,” the smile on your lips grew wider as you reflected on the way your life looked now. Growing up you’d never dare to let yourself imagine anything like this, being so safe and at peace, living in a comfortable little cabin by the sea with the love of your life, “you my husband and I your wife…”

Tilting his head back up to be at your level, he caught your glinting eye and reassured you, “you’re not dreaming, snow,” one of his thumbs then swiped a few times at the hold he had on your waist. Leaning back in, his lips then tilted back up into a devilish smirk as he asked, “but can I still pinch you?” 

As his fingers tightened around you and he leaned back down to seize your lips again, a giggle bubbled out of you and your palms swept up to his chest to keep him at bay, “not here!”

And just then, as your husband’s kisses began to bloom across your skin once more, burning so hot you nearly gave in, a pair of tiny footsteps echoed throughout the courtyard. 

“Uncle Buck! Uncle Buck!” 

Turning around, both of your glances fell upon the little princess that appeared around the central fountain.

“Cora, isn’t it well past your bedtime?” Bucky cocked his head gently. 

“Papa promised I could dance one last time and you never gave me all of yours!” Cordelia demanded with a raised finger, “you still owe me one.”

Sucking in a breath, he nodded lightly, “I did promise you five, didn’t I?” and his gaze flickered up to spot the king as he caught up to his daughter.

Catching the tail end, Steve’s brows shot up, “she made you agree to five?” 

“Well, I don’t know how to say no to that face,” the fellow warden beside you shrugged and gestured down to the little girl, “I mean look at her!” 

Letting out a soft sigh, the king then tilted his head as a light plea flowed out past his gentle smile, “Bucky, please just dance with my daughter or she won’t let me tuck her into bed.”

Taking a step further away from you, Bucky then smiled down at the princess, “your highness,” and offered her his hand, “shall we?”

Snatching it up, a bright giggle then billowed out of the little girl as she dragged him back inside. 

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Across the Universe-ch.1 (Azriel x reader, eventual Fenrys x reader)

Summary: Y/n has everything she needs in life. A family, friends, a safe place she calls home and most importantly a male whom she loves. What happens when it all changes when Y/n finds out about the betrayal of her lover and her so called family? Well, ending up in Terassen and in queen Aelin's court was not what she expected but what she will need to start her new journey full of surprises.

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A/n: hey everyone! so this is my first work on here and I just hope you will enjoy it. Please do not hesitate to comment whether you like it/want more of it or if you have some good constructive criticism to give! I will give some clarifications at the end of this chapter as to not give away any spoilers beforehand:)

Being a female Illyrian with wings was never meant to be easy. Growing up and not knowing your parents was perhaps the greatest pain a child could endure. Especially if that child grows up in a cruel place like the Illyrian camps. For the first 20 years of her life, y/n knew nothing but pain, mistreatment and hatred as she spent her youth at the cruel hands of an old Illyrian bastard. Of course, what y/n went through was never kept as a secret but it is not like anyone cared anyway. This was Illyria, the mistreatment of females was not a surprise. In fact, the vile monsters who called themselves warriors, encouraged it.

And just like any other female unlucky enough to be born in Illyria and have wings, y/n had to get her wings clipped. Even after all those years, that moment that changed everything for y/n is still so vivid in her mind...

The leaves in the forest crunched as his boots kept stepping on them while dragging her through the maze of trees.

"Please, please I beg you do not take my wings!"

He kept on ignoring her. She called him a 'He' because y/n would never willingly say his disgusting name. Not when he was the cause of all her trauma and illnesses. She kept thrashing, begging and trying to get away but it was useless.

"I beg yo-"

Her words were cut short as a slap was delivered to her face.

"Shut you mouth! you useless bitch"

She never begged. No, y/n was strong, even then, at her weakest she was strong. She never begged. Not when he would burn her hands, not when he would whip her back, not when he would beat her up because she forgot to do a chore. But now she begged. She begged for her only form of freedom, her precious wings. At that moment y/n knew what had to be done. This was the last straw.

"Stay like that on your knees and do NOT move, or else you won't like the consequences."

As he turned around to search for his tools, y/n sat there on the ground in the middle of this dark forest just outside the outskirts of the village and knew she could not go down like those before her. For 20 years she submitted to his every will but not now, not again. Weak coward is what she has been and now it was time to change that.

When he turned around, y/n was holding her only form of protection, her pocket knife that she would always hide under her clothes. When he was close enough, y/n gave a final prayer to the mother and attacked him with a sloppy move that would result in either her freedom or death.

"It is time to truly make you bound to me you bi-"

He did not get to finish his words as the knife he did not see in the dark, found its mark in his throat. Crimson red blood was everywhere as that monster choked on his own blood like a damn fool and finally, slumped to the ground.

The rest? Well, the rest became history as y/n left that night with his blood still soaking her own clothes and body and his fresh corpse laying on the ground. She would never let anyone ever dictate her life again. Never would she be weak again. And so, for the next 80 years of her life, y/n went from one place to another and taught herself how to fight and be like a warrior. Her name began spreading around like wildfire, as people started talking of the Illyrian female who not only managed to keep her wings but also killed her abuser.

She helped hundreds, by recruiting victims of different horrible events and teaching them how to fight and protect themselves. Y/n became a legend especially in the eyes of female Illyrians who tried to follow her lead. This was also the reason why y/n one day opened her door to see the High Lord of the Night Court waiting for her. The smile on Rhysands face was blinding as he praised y/n while also telling her about how it was a dream of his to get rid of the old Illyrian traditions and rules set against the females. It was on that eventful day that the High Lord also offered y/n to join his court and make a very impactful visit to Illyria after all these years to help him make those changes.

At the time, it was a huge step for y/n as she delegated her role as a trainer to her first-best student who was more than honored to continue y/n's job in the training academy. When she came to Velaris she was in awe of its beauty and comfort. The inner circle welcomed her with open arms and although y/n was a little distant at first, she soon got along well with everyone and especially Cassian as they trained daily together. It was also the time when the first seeds of her crush on Azriel were planted.

Therefore, by the age of 100, y/n was an official member of the night court, a legendary figure who started to make her changes during her visits to the Illyrian camps. This time, she went in not as a weakling, but as a feared and well-respected fighter, female and most of all, Illyrian. But even with all of the fierce titles that she got, y/n still felt like turning into a small, shy and meek girl whenever Azriel was around. Rhysand sending them together on constant missions did nothing to ease her increasing infatuations with the famed shadowsinger either.

Unfortunately, they got closer during the darkest of times when Rhysand sacrificed himself to protect his court and city from Amarantha. It was then that, Azriel and y/n shared their deepest, most raw and intimate moments with one another while also doing their best to protect the city in which they were locked in thanks to Rhysands wards. Those moments were what led y/n to confess her true feelings to the spymaster during the 4th year of what would be Amarantha's 50 year reign of terror. After that day, they truly became lovers in all aspects that mattered. Even though that unmistakable bond of a mate did not appear, y/n knew it was only a matter of time before they both felt it. There was no other way.

Today, sitting here on her lovers chair in his office, y/n felt proud of herself and her loved ones for overcoming so much. Rhysand and Feyre under the mountain, the war against Hybern, Nesta and Elain becoming high fae, and the attack on Velaris all left many scars both visible and invisible on everyone. Knowing that everyone has finally found some form of happiness and that her lover is safe with her should have made y/n happy, excited even. But as of late, she could not bring herself to feel anything because Azriel was not the male she once knew.

For a very long time now, the shadowsinger has been distancing himself from y/n in favor of spending more time with a specific redheaded priestess, Gwyneth. What was once called the hour of reading by y/n and Az in the comfort of their home, turned into reading with Az and Gwyn in the library. Even during training, Gwyn would respectfully decline y/n or anyone elses offers to train her and would instead ask Azriel to teach her. He would always happily oblige, leaving y/n alone as Cassian trained with Nesta. At first, y/n tried to understand and reason by thinking that since Azriel was the one to save the priestess from facing a terrible fate in the library of Sangravah, it was only fair that she felt safe around him. However, the other priestesses were also saved by Azriel, Cassian and Rhysand and yet, y/n never saw them be as clingy as Gwyn was towards Azriel.

The final nail in the coffin came when Azriel started coming home late and locking himself up in his office and leaving early in the morning. This meant that y/n never saw her lover, let alone kissed or made love to him. That is how it led to her finally coming to his office to wait for him and get some answers to her questions.

"Y/n? W-what are you doing here?"

That slightly nervous voice drew her back into reality as y/n looked back from the window showing the beautiful city, to see Azriel standing in the doorway with dishelved hair and a sort of scared look in his eyes, no matter how much he tried to not show it, y/n knew him like the back of her hand. Being together for 52 years does that to you. This was not a good sign then, for Azriel never showed such a shameful expression and his shadows were nowhere in sight.

As y/n got up from the chair and started walking towards him, her mind and soul clinged onto that last thread of hope that the male whom she loved was not unfaithful to her, that he would explain everything and she would see that she was making silly little assumptions out of nothing.

Unfortunately, all that hope came crashing down as y/n got close enough to him and smelled that scent of another female, that scent that belonged to...Gwyn. And if the small dark marks that were peeking above the spymasters shirt were any indicator, they did more than just read together.

Y/n felt like she was drowning, like a huge mountain just crashed down on her and she was left under all that rubble to suffocate and die. She was frozen in her spot, unfeeling and unmoving as she felt her body shut down completely. Clearly, this only meant that she would shatter soon enough but not here, not in front of him. Never would she ever be weak infront of any male. And so, with a voice that conveyed no emotion, she asked, "How long?"

"Y/n ple-"

"How long, Azriel."

Azriel sighed as he looked anywhere but at her when he said, "Since the first time Nesta brought her to train with us."

"But that was 2 years ago."

After seeing him nod very slightly, she reigned in her tears that were burning the backs of her eyes, and asked one simple question,

"Why?"

Now it was the shadowsingers turn to look as emotionless as he could while saying, "Because she is my mate y/n."

Mate, mate, mate ofcourse he would have a mate, no matter how many years they were together, neither of them ever felt that bond snap. Foolish, so foolish to think, to hope that they were destined to be, that their bond would snap any moment. But how cruel can one be to hide the truth for 2 years, To go behind her back, even if Gwyn is his mate, and be unfaithful? To not admit the truth as if y/n wouldn't understand. And Gwyn? how could she never once mention it to y/n during all those moments spent together? How, how how..

As if that pain was not enough, Azriel confessed, "I am sorry y/n but truly, did you think we were fated to be? I always knew what we had was temporary, that we were never going to have a happy end as the cauldron would give us both our own mates. My love for you has always only been platonic...have you not noticed that I never once said 'I love you'? I saw you as a friend, a companion in whom I could loose myself for a while as I waited for my mate to come. Truly, you were good, so good to me, kind and caring and yet, so foolish. You imagined and expected too much of us y/n...for you I was a male whom you desperately loved but for me, you were simply someone who I could spend my time with until my mate arrived. I love Gwyn, I have taken her to the house of wind multiple times and made love to her there, I have spent my time understanding and creating as many memories as possible with her. From the moment I saw her 2 years ago when Nesta brought her, I felt this pull towards her and now...now I could never get enough. I do not say this to hurt you, but to make you see the truths that we were never what you wanted us to be."

Y/n took a deep inhale, the only indicator of her emotions at the moment while still processing his words and asked her final question while still staring at the wall behind him, "Who knew?"

Azriel was confused for a minute because after all that he had just confessed, she only asked that? Not to mention how much it was killing him to not understand her current emotions and expressions as y/n stayed completely unflinching, staring at the wall and expecting an answer from him. So, with a shameful sigh, the spymaster replied, "Everyone knew."

At that moment, y/n knew 2 things with clarity. First, never should you trust someone, no matter how close you are with them. Never should you give your heart to someone because in the end, they shall shatter it anyway. In this life, you are always on your own. Y/n has always been alone even after joining Rhys, y/n walked her own lonely road. Second, her "family" were traitorous liars. For the past 2 years as y/n descended back into her depressive moments, as she got flashbacks of those horrible times from her youth spent in the Illyrian village, as her panic attacks and insecurities started to resurface, the inner circle did nothing to pull her out of it. But what else would you expect from them? of course they would protect Azriel and his actions, no matter how disgusti-

"Y/n? please talk to me, I am going mad here with your lack of words and emotions. Please sweetheart." as Azriel's hand made contact with y/n's wrist, it was as if an electric shock brought her back to life.

Y/n slapped him right across the face as she said her next words in a tone so cruel and unfeeling, her enemies did not even hear that tone before meeting their death's at her hands, "If you touch me again, my knife shall find it's mark between your eyes, so unless you do not want to leave your precious mate a widow so soon, I suggest you get the fuck out of my sight, shadowsinger."

"Y/n ple-"

"Oh and, since you are such a loyal dog to him, do tell your rotten high lord that I am leaving his rotten court. I shall be gone by sunrise."

As she turned to leave his office throught he backdoor, Azriel did something that Y/n had never known him capable of doing. He fell on his knees as tears threatened to spill from his eyes and begged in a voice so shaky, y/n could only think whether he was even real.

"Y/n I beg you, let us talk properly, Gwyn kept telling me how I must let you know. That she hates being a secret but I was such a coward I-I..plea-"

"I do not care what Gwyn has to say. Save your tears and pleas for someone who cares Azriel, you are right, you are a coward and perhaps you always were one for playing with my feelings in such a cruel way. Do not come after me or I swear I won't hesitate to end you with my bare hands."

With that, y/n turned her back on the male for whom she would once move the mountains for, for whom she would sacrifice herself for. The male whom she loved so much and yet, this whole time he toyed with her, he saw her as a placeholder. What a blind fool have you been y/n.

The second y/n made sure that Azriel left the house, she broke down in tears. For the first time in a very long time, y/n cried unstoppable tears. But that moment came to an abrupt end as she heard a voice. Whether it was within her mind or from somewhere else she did not know and did not care because even though the voice sounded so far away, she got this immediate urge within her soul to go find it.

Deep down, y/n knew she should let it be, that she is possibly imagining things and that she should start packing now but that urge within her tightened as if wanting her to go find the source of the voice. So, with a final wipe of her tears, y/n stood and leapt through her window, spreading her wings and following that string to reach the distant voice.

As y/n began nearing the source of the sound, she realized that it is coming from the house of wind. She should have turned around and left at that second because seeing this house now only brought back Azriels words about how he spent his time here with Gwyn. Atleast that is what the y/n who was not possesed by an urge would do. But alas, this thread only grew stronger within her, leaving her no other choice.

As she began walking down the halls of the house, y/n looked back on all her memories with the inner circle here. Once, those memories would have made her smile fondly but now, they only make her feel anger and disgust. They knew this whole time...such liars, such tra-

No...this could not be it. The urge within her must have been playing a foolish trick because no way was the voice coming from this room. But that urge within her had died down as if finally only the double doors in front of y/n were stopping her from getting to the voice. But this room wasn't just any room. It was the warded room containing all 3 objects of the Trove AND the Book of Breathings.

From here, she could clearly hear the ugly, hissing voice of the book saying, "Welcome, The Terror."

"Why are you hesitating? Open the door child, open it."

As if on cue, the wards around the room disappeared and the doors opened for her. Y/n could only be confused for a second before an unknown power forced her to walk into the area. And there it was, that book sitting on the circular table in the middle of the room, beckoning for her to come closer.

"The Iron Phoenix, you finally came to learn your destiny."

Y/n scoffed as she looked at the silly book from a distance and said, "Did you truly waste my time by making me come to you so that you could spit your nonsense at me? I have enough to deal with already, I do not need another headache from you."

As she turned around to leave, the book hissed loudly, "Do not mock me you fool, I know your deepest secret Winged Fury, a secret so precious not even your once beloved lover knows."

At that, y/n turned around with a shocked expression all over her face and asked, "How? How do you know of it?"

"You can not know more than me, Valkyrie, I am the one who knows it all."

It seems today was the day when y/n had to find out just how little she knows about everything. She had enough, and this stupid book will be the unfortunate one to be the outlet of her emotions. Furious, she took quick strides to reach it as she began, "How dare you?! you call me here to spit nothing of value at me while I just went through the wo-"

A sudden wave of power hit her as y/n felt like she was stuck in one place right in front of the book. Her walls, her mental walls they...they were being melted down as she felt her mind fall into some hypnotic spells.

With a voice so beautiful and eerily soothing, the book says, "Open me, open me Braveheart and see your true destiny."

Somewhere, the last sane part of her was telling y/n that this was wrong, that whatever will happen once she opens the book won't be good. Unfortunately, y/n seemed unable to follow that voice as her fingers made contact with the cover of the ancient book and flipped it open.

The book started flipping its own pages until it landed on the one with language so old, y/n knew that it was not remembered within the past history. Her mouth began moving against her will as she began saying the words on the book in such an experienced manner, it felt as if the ancient object had posessed her.

At some point, y/n could hear distant voices...was that Rhys? Az? Cas? or no, no maybe that is Nesta or another female who is screaming? Y/n could not move, could not think, as if her sole purpose was to finish the spell. She could distantly feel her body loosing its physicality. Was she disappearing? Was she becoming a ghost?

As she was saying the final words of the book, y/n turned around to find everyone from the inner circle in the room trying to get closer to her. Despair was all over their faces but it was Azriels tear striken face that y/n saw for the last time before darkness welcomed her.

"You are home now, Stormbreaker, you are home."

"Now, you shall unfold your true destiny."

With a jolt, y/n shot her eyes open and got up from...was this a grassy hill? as she turned to look behind her, there was a small lake with a white...is that a deer? What is this place? Where was she?

But y/n did not get to explore anything else as she felt the cool edge of a knife press into her throat from behind as a male voice said to her, "You move, you die."

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A/n: Damn this was fun to write! What secret does y/n have? I did leave a very tiny clue on that for anyone who might find it;) Anyway, I know most of you were maybe expecting Az to cheat with Elain but i am a Gwynriel shipper through and through and just could not think of Elain being such a homwrecker. Of course I am pretty sure Gwyn isn't one either butttt just for the sake of plot ya know. This won't be the last time we see the acotar characters as they will appear hopefully in the later chapters. But for now, sit back and watch y/n's new journey in this new world.

[olsenmyolsen]

Hi lovely!! To answer your question about what I’d like to see in the future, first of all I just want to say that I am so so deeply glad you’ve started writing and sharing your work with us, I just think you are so so so good at writing and extremely original with each concept you come up with!! I get SO excited every time I see you’ve posted something!! Personally, my favorite fics to read are female reader with either Wanda or Natasha, or with wandanat. Hands down my most favorite fic you’ve written and that I find myself thinking about frequently is, ‘you have me for the night,’ like it is seriously mindblowingly amazing as a concept and the way you executed it!😍

My other favorites you have so kindly created and shared with us to enjoy include ‘ups and downs,’ I just can’t get over how fantastic your writing is and how funny and enthralling this story is. ‘Taste,’ simply had me in a chokehold with how hot it was and all the pining and sexual tension! Your vampire reader stories and ‘inspiration,’ are also some of my personal favorites from you.

I think I personally really like stories that have some pining and build up which you write soooo deliciously well.

I would also eat it up if you ever had any interest in a female reader and Wanda or wandanat fic with reader being a new avenger and a werewolf who discovers that Wanda (or wandanat) is her mate when she joins the team. Maybe Wanda (or wandanat) even doesn’t like reader much or doesn’t trust her when she joins so it’s like an enemies to lovers, lots of pining kind of situation.

To whoever requested this mooooonths ago, I am so so so so sorry it took me this long to complete it. I honestly started and deleted writing it like five different times. I just couldn't find the right plot in my head. But hopefully, you enjoy this <3 And I truly apologize if you're upset with some liberties I took and changed.

After Midnight

master list . maroon master list . dark master list

Yes loosely based on the Chappell Roan song :)

Monster AU (Female Werewolf Reader X Monster Hunters WandaNat)

Summary: For some time now, Wanda has had visions of you. She doesn't know who you are, but when her senses lead her and her girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff, to a club, they end up learning more about the world than they thought they knew.

Word Count: 2.6K

Content: Crowded Places, Monsters, References to Sex, Teeth, Biting, Lust

You danced in a dress that you wanted forever with red lipstick painted on your lips.

The poppy music swirled around you and through the club, as you drank and made quick friends with girls you knew wouldn't remember your name the next day.

Only the fact that your teeth sunk into their neck.

And the cry of pleasure that followed.

Regardless, with a smile, you danced and drank (as if you could even get drunk) and waited for the woman you had been dreaming of for the last few months.

A woman you knew belonged to you.

A woman who, like you, had been dreaming of someone she felt connected to.

You.

"Wanda, are you sure this is it?" Natasha Romanoff asked of her partner Wanda Maximoff as they arrived outside the club The Full Moon.

To say Natasha was annoyed would be an understatement. Her girlfriend Wanda had been having these dreams of an ethereal animalistic woman for months.

Wanda was open and honest about what she would see. Natasha almost wishes she wasn't.

Almost.

And yes, Natasha knew what she was experiencing was jealousy, but when her girlfriend says she "feels a connection" to this mysterious person, how else was she supposed to feel?

So, as the two of them entered the club, they both had their sights set on finding you. Whoever you were.

The second the pair of Monster Hunters enter the club, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Your sense going off. Yet, through the bodies of people in the club, you can't locate them as quickly.

Especially in your human form.

With a sigh, you give your empty glass to a hammered girl with big boobs and glasses as you leave the dance floor.

You hope to find the two monster hunters faster this way.

However, across the club, as the rainbow lights bounce off everything around Wanda and Natasha, they also sense something is off. Wanda gives Natasha a quizzical look after they order their drinks.

A purple cocktail for Wanda and a beer for Natasha.

"You sense it?" Wanda asks. Natasha nods as her eyes are already scanning what she can see. "A monster on this side of town? This late into the month? I don't know." Natasha replied to Wanda, who picked up her cocktail seconds after it was delivered.

Wanda also looks around the spacious room. "See anything?" She asks Natasha, who shakes her head. The two of them are experts in their field. They should be able to snuff out who or what is breaking the laws set before them, but they can't.

On top of that, they're off the clock.

Natasha turns back to the bar and takes a sip of her beer. Wanda looks at her girlfriend. "Let's just focus back on finding this mysterious person and figure out why I'm drawn to them."

Once again, that option isn't as thrilling to Natasha, but she follows along. She loves Wanda and knows how much this means to her. "Okay." She says, grabbing Wanda's hand and following her to the dance floor.

You move from your sat postion at a table far too close to a speaker as you watch the way a redhead follows another woman hand in hand into the crowd of drunks on the lit-up floor.

"Gotcha." You whisper spotting the off the clock Monster Hunters silhouetted in black. You smile, knowing you like to have fun with these people regardless, but it is far too late into the night for them to do anything.

After Midnight.

In the middle of a sea of people, Natasha and Wanda slowly start to lose themselves to the indie pop hits of today, but just as Wanda goes to finish off her cocktail, she gasps. Natasha immediately notices and comes to her side. "What is it?"

A vision plays out in Wanda's head—a vision you also see.

You smirk as the vision dissapears in your mind. You finally figured out what these visions mean.

"What is it?" Natasha asks as Wansa looks up and around the place. "She's here." Natasha looks as well but stops when Wanda gestures towards you, making your way through the crowd.

Natasha freezes as she looks over you. You're, of course, gorgeous (something maybe Wanda didn't fully explain), and you're wearing a red dress that hugs your curves beautifully.

Natasha looks from you to Wanda, whose mouth is slightly apart, in awe. "It's you," Wanda says, making you tilt your head with a smirk.

"Aside from my visions... Where do I know her from?" You question yourself before you stand in front of the pretty pair of faces looking at you. "Hi!" You say it with a sultry tone, making Natasha blatantly roll her eyes. Something you find amusing. Something Wanda ignores as she brings her body closer to you. "Hi." She says it with a soft, almost too-quiet tone.

"So you're from my vision." You cut to the chase as you bring your body closer to the brunette. Ignoring the glares from the redhead. "And you're from mine," Wanda replies.

Natasha huffs as she interrupts the eye fucking going on. "Okay. Yes. You have dreams about one another. What does that mean?" Natasha not so subtly moves in between you and the brunette. You look from the girl with the soft expression to the one with raging red hair. "And you are?" You say, biting back a smirk.

Natasha hates your attitude, forcing herself to narrow her eyes. She thinks you're lucky she's using all her strength not to fight you right now. "I'm Natasha Romanoff. I'm this one girlfriend." She says, pointing back to the brunette.

You smile. "Girlfriend?" You ask, questioning the other woman, who nods. "I'm Wanda. Wanda Maximoff." She extends her hand and raises her voice above the club music. You gingerly take her hand and shake it. The action sends a jolt of electricity through the two of you. Making you smile even wider.

"What?" Natasha asks as she sees the look on your face.

"It's just you two don't know why you've been having these visions, do you?" Each person shakes their head at you. "Well... there's no easy way to say this." You look around. Maybe the middle of the dance floor isn't the best place. "Follow me." You say to them, not caring if Natasha wants to follow or not.

You knew Wanda would.

You paid off the bouncer to the VIP area and closed the door to a private room. "Oh, come on." Natasha groans, seeing the bed in the middle of the room. "I didn't know The Full Moon was this kind of place." Wanda quietly held in a laugh as her girlfriend squeezes her hand. Annoyed. "It's not like that, I promise." You say, gesturing between you and Natasha, ignoring the comment about the bed as you move in front of the girlfriends.

It was just there for people to have a good time consensually.

As you look from one face to the other, it clicks for you.

However, just to be sure, you lightly sniff the air in the room, and your senses instantly alert you to the presence of two Monster Hunters.

The ones in front of you. 

You can't help but shake your head and smirk.

Of course.

"You two don't seem to know much about this place." You say to Natasha mainly. She rolls her eyes again. "Look, just tell us the real reason we're here." You put your hands up in a fake surrender and walk over the bed. Sitting down on it before moving back ever so slightly. Your covered breasts and long tan legs perfectly make Wanda want more.

"Wanda is my mate." You come right out and say it, knowing it would throw the two of them for a loop.

Also laughing knowing that they're Monster Hunters. They weren't supposed to be able to mate with said Monsters.

Wanda stares at you wide-eyed as if she can't believe what she just heard. Even if it was the truth and not that far from unbelievable.

She has witches blood in her after all.

Natasha, on the other hand, can't fathom it. She laughs like it's a big prank and steps closer to you. "Mate? Yeah right. Okay. Quit messing around around. Tell us the real reason."

You squint your eyes at Natasha and lie down on the bed. Sighing. "That is the real reason." Natasha opens and closes her mouth before stumbling to say: "Only Monsters can have mates." Natasha looks at you and slowly backs up. Grabbing a stunned Wanda, the two of them move away from the bed. "If it's true, then you're a Monster. That's why we sensed something. It was you!"

You lift your head up slightly. "First correction. Monsters aren't the only ones who can have mates. And secondly, do I look like a monster to you?"

"I th-"

"I was asking Wanda." Natasha closes her mouth and looks at her girlfriend. Her gaze on the person on the bed. You. "I.. I don't think you look like a Monster."

"Wanda!" Natasha says, unable to believe what Wanda was saying. Or trying to say. "I'm a beauty, Nat. What can I say." You smirk before looking at Natasha and winking. 

Even before tonight, she was having trouble coming up with reasons to be here, but now she's really struggling.

Natasha looks from Wanda to you once more. "What are you?"

"Wanda's mate. Now I don't know-"

"What are you really!?" Natasha asks, not wanting to hear any more about you and HER girlfriend. "Tasha." Wanda quietly says as she pulls on Nat's hand.

Wanda understands Natasha's frustrations and anger, but to Wanda, you were attractive, and Wanda did want to know more. Being rude wasn't going to solve anything.

You slowly pull yourself up and off the bed. Standing several feet away from the two. "I'm a Werewolf." You say, a tad quieter than you had been all night.

Something Natasha and Wanda picked up on.

"How do we know you're not lying?" Natasha asks, looking for more answers. "Aren't the visions enough?" You reply, almost annoyed. Natasha shakes her head. "Prove what you are."

You roll your eyes and take steps closer to Wanda and Natasha. Neither woman moving away. They're intrigued. You lift your upper lip up so the Monster Hunters can see a large canine tooth form before going away.

"The closer it gets to a full moon, the harder it becomes to control my human form."

Silence rests between everyone.

"Funny name for a bar then, no?" Wanda breaks the tension with a joke that makes you laugh. A sound Wanda giggles at.

Natasha squeezes Wanda's hand and does her best not to smile as she looks at you. "So now what?"

"Well, you're not taking me in. I'll tell you that." You look from the green shimmer in Wanda's eyes. "We won't," Wanda says without missing a beat.

Natasha sighs. "We weren't going to anyways. It's after hours and... and now the situation's complicated."

Truthfully, Natasha didn't care if she saw you ever again. But the more Wanda hung around you, the harder it was to pull her back.

"You know..." Natasha speaks up. "We came here tonight with one goal in mind. To see who Wanda was sharing visions with. But now that she's supposedly your mate and all that... What happens?" Natasha swallows and looks from Wanda to you and back. "Because I'm not losing Wanda to you. Not tonight." Natasha shakes her head as her eyes sting. But she sniffles and holds back the tears.

The thought of Wanda not being with her is eating away at her.

"You don't have to lose Wanda." You smirked as you brought your body closer and closer to Wanda. Her soft eyes going from her girlfriend to you.

She doesn't want to lose Natasha either.

"You know..." You lift your hand, making Natasha step forward, but she stops when she sees you push some hair from Wanda's face. "Us Monsters or Werewolf's aren't like Seahorses." Wanda tilts her head as she lays your hand on her cheek, bringing your eyes to Natasha. "Mating doesn't end with one person. It's normal and what usually happens, but... it doesn't have to be."

You bring your gaze back to Wanda as she looks from you to Natasha. Both of them understand your words. "You wouldn't lose her, Natasha."

You're honest and surprisingly caring. At least that's what Natasha thinks of you now.

"What are you doing now?" Natasha asks as you lean forward and look at Wanda's skin—especially the beautiful place on her neck.

Wanda can sense what you're thinking. "She wants to bite me." Natasha widens her eyes and goes to push you away, but you quickly grab her arm and twist it.

Your true strength coming through.

"I'm trying to be a good, good girl." You let go of Natasha, making her huff and stand in between you and Wanda. "I'm sorry I just love a little drama."

"We should get going," Natasha speaks to you as her eyes never leave yours. Yet she doesn't move. The second she gives you makes your mouth work faster than your brain. "I'm feeling kinda freaky." You raise a playful eyebrow. "Maybe it's the moonlight. Maybe it's something else. The club lights?" You shrug and step closer to Natasha.

Wanda watches as your eyes travel to Nat's smooth skin.

"I kinda wanna kiss your girlfriend, if you don't mind."

Natasha opens her mouth to argue, but Wanda stops her. "She's not talking to you," Wanda says as Nat looks back at you, wearing a widening grin. "M-me?" Natasha asks you.

And since walking into the club, the chip on Natasha's shoulder melts away. Wanda walks up behind her girlfriend, wraps her arms around her, and kisses her cheek. "We could never lose each other."

Yet Natasha still can't process what you're asking.

You nod as she stares at you. "You, Natasha." Wanda brings her lips up to Natasha's ears. "It's okay." You nod as your ears pick up Wanda's words. "And then Wanda."

"And then Wanda-" Natasha gets cut off as you invade her space and take her face in your hands. Your callous fingers move down Natasha's cheek as your aggressive kiss slows into one of passion.

This is what I wanted. This is what I like.

When you pull away, your lips are darker. Natasha stands stunned before bringing her fingers to her lips. Touching where you just were. "Yo-you just kissed me.?" She speaks, making you blush. "We can do more than that." You offer with a laugh.

Wanda, with her eyes dark, can read your mind as your kiss with Natasha opens up the connection between the three of you.

She knows you're not joking about the offer.

"Wanda..." Natasha turned her attention to Wanda as her girlfriend looked over her fondly. Lovingly. Natasha can see Wanda isn't upset by what just happened. Making Natasha's brain scramble for an answer.

A solution to the chaos of tonight.

"It'll be okay." Wanda steps forward and gives a quick peck. She can even taste you on Nat's pretty pink lips.

"B-but now... now what?" Natasha asks as she can't even think. You make your presence known again as you gently bring your hands to Natasha's. "We belong together. We make it real. I want to make this real." Natasha watches you for a moment in silence before your hands leave hers and grab Wanda's hair.

Moving it over her shoulder.

Exposing her neck.

This wasn't right.

And yet. Natasha can't help but move closer. Her mind being made up with each step. Natasha holds Wanda as you open your mouth.

However, it wasn't until the three of you were in the middle of the dance floor once again that you put your canine teeth in the side of her neck.

A scream of pleasure left her, and after midnight, that night, the three of you became more.

dividers by @/benkeibear

[reareaotaku]

I Don't Wanna Be Your Friend, I Wanna Kiss Your Lips

Summary: Ever since the incident where Mike patched you up, things have been different. You didn't know how to feel or what to say, but everyone around you can see that you two have changed Pairings: Yandere! [Aged Up!] Mike Wheeler x Fem! Reader Tw: Enemies to Lovers, Nicknames Pt 1: I Loathe You

Things were different now; You know, between you and Mike. You didn't know how to describe it, but it wasn't a bad feeling- but it wasn't a good feeling either. It was just... Well, weird, because you two had never gotten along. It was nice to not always be fighting though, especially at work.

"Hey, are you okay?"

You snapped out of it, looking up at Mike, who was looming over you, looking at you concerned. "Uh-Yeah- Yeah, I-uh yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You seem a little out of it."

"Yeah," You crossed your arms, avoiding eye contact with him, "Everything's fine."

"Your arm looks better." He reaches for your arm, lightly caressing the bandaged area. You pull back from him, which causes him to frown. He sighs, looking around the empty restaurant, before looking back at you. "Come on, let's close up and I'll drive you."

The drive was quiet... To quiet. You wanted to speak up, say something- anything, but the words couldn't leave your mouth. Everything you wanted to say stuck in your throat, practically burning your tongue, but it wouldn't come out. You looked over at him, but his eyes were focused on the dark road and that's when you realized he was heading in the wrong direction.

"Um, Mike, I'd hate to be a backseat driver, but I think you missed the turn to my house."

"We're not going to your house."

You frowned, looking around the car, before grabbing the door handle and looking at him a little confused, "What?"

He pulls to the side of the road and parks the car, before finally looking at you, "I just wanted to talk to you. You're acting weird."

"Weird? I'm not acting weird."

He frowns, turning in his seat, "I made fun of you when you dropped a person's drink and you just said 'Yeah, I should be more careful,' in a monotone voice."

"Monotone? That's a big word, huh?"

"See, like that. You said it in that voice. Did I do something wrong?"

"What?" You shake your head, "No- I mean, uh I don't know... This is weird, you know?"

"What's weird?"

Was he playing stupid? He completely took a 180 from how you used to act together in less than 24 hours. It was giving you whiplash. Maybe you were thinking about it too much? I mean why can't you two be friends? It just felt kind of rushed... You felt a stinging sensation on your arm and looked at the now bloody bandages. You grimaced, reaching for it smearing the blood on your fingers.

"Have you been changing your bandages?"

You look at Mike like he's grown a second head. He probably didn't seriously mean the question and it came out when seeing the blood. You tilt your head, before frowning, "No, Mike, I'm not. Why would I do that?"

"Sorry, it was a dumb question," He sighs while rolling his eyes. "Why is there blood though. Here, give me your arm." He doesn't give you a chance to even think about what he said as he pulls you towards him and slowly removes the bandages.

"Why are you taking the bandages off? You don't have new ones-"

"Actually-" He lets go of your arm, opening the glove box, and there was a wrapped bandage much to your surprise. "I do. Here," He grabs your arm back and finishes unraveling the bandage.

"Wow, I never expected you to be prepared."

"Well, when you're always getting attacked by monsters, you kind of have to become prepared for everything."

You were going to tell him he's changed, that he was different, but before the words could leave your mouth, there was a sharp pain in your arm.

"Your wound reopened."

"Oh, is that what happened?"

He glares up at you, before unraveling the new bandages. "It might have happened at work or something... You're lucky I had bandages."

"The luckiest." You sarcastically respond, which just causes him to groan.

He grips your hand and pulls you towards him. "I don't know why you're acting like this. I'm trying, like really trying. I want us to be friends and I don't want to fight with you anymore. Believe it or not, I do care about you... I just... uh, I guess I never realized it until recently. I wish you would stop trying to push me away."

"Well, it's going to take time to be friends. We've fought for so long."

He rubs his thumb against where he had gripped you, before looking towards his steering wheel, "Yeah.. Time. How can we be friends over time if you just push me away though?"

"I don't push you away." You try and justify, but you knew it was true. There was a part of you that was scared that he was just pretending to be nice, so that you'd let your guard down and he could make you into a big joke. "I just... How am I supposed to know you're not going to make me into some big joke."

"Oh yeah," He rolls his eyes, before pointing at himself, "I, the guy part of possible the biggest loser club in the world with a shirt that tells the world that, am going to embarrass YOU," He points to you, "A girl who has more friends than I've ever had. Even if I was, who would I embarrass you infront of? Everyone hates me-"

"Everyone doesn't hate you. They just think you're weird."

"Well," He turns in his seat, facing the wheel again, "Maybe I like being weird."

"Yeah, I've always liked that about you. You are unapologetically yourself."

You could see the small smile rise on his face and it made you smile to yourself.

He clicks his tongue, his eyes wandering the car, "You know... I've always liked your hair- and eyes." He quickly says, messing with his hands.

You tsk, chuckling under your breath, "I like your hair too, even if most people don't like mullets," You then reach around and grab his hand, "And your hands. God I love your hands, they're so pretty. And your legs. I like how long they are."

He laughs and you blush feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Man, take me home-"

"What, you don't want to tell me more about how much you like my body?"

"Not necessarily your body." You quickly back track and Mike makes a sound of offense. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Yeah? How did you mean it?"

"I don't know..." You laugh. "Now take me home, seriously. My dad's probably worried."

"Okay, Princess, whatever you want."

[lomlhwa]

tiny baby (c.sb)

pairing: bf!soobin x gf!reader

preview: soobin knows he's big. you've been intimidated by the stories he's told you which has led to your sex life with your boyfriend being pretty much non-existent. now, you feel ready. but it requires some.... practice.

warnings/tags: fem reader, monster cock!soobin, size kink on soobin's part, size training-ish, belly bulge kink, marking, pet names (baby, my love), fingering, use of lube, top/bottom dynamics go back and forth but it's mostly top!soobin, unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), multiple orgasms, creampie

trigger warnings: n/a

wc: 1.5k

song recs for this fic: champagne & sunshine by plvtinum, need to know by doja cat, mmmh by kai, bad by christopher

a/n: this is so intensely self-indulgent, it's gross. please enjoy my fantasies in writing.

you’ve been with soobin since your first year of high school. high school sweethearts, as most people would refer to you. you would consider yourself pretty lucky to have kept the same boyfriend for this long.

unfortunately for the both of you, your cute love story hides a non-existent sex life. neither of you are virgins, having had an on-and-off relationship in your second/third year of dating. you’d slept around and so had he. 

well, he tried to.

see, soobin, as much play as he knew he could get, his size intimidated most of his sexual partners. he’d only manage to actually fuck 2 girls in the two year rocky period of your relationship. even then it hadn’t lasted long enough for either of them to finish.

he’s got good skills in bed, he knows that. but no one else knows that. especially not you. 

do you want to sleep with your long-term boyfriend? of course you do. you have since the beginning of your relationship. but his mistake of complaining about the intimidation of the other women he’d tried to seduce didn’t help you to not feel the same. 

he’d tried to use his seduction tactics on you but it never got very far. 

but this time, you feel ready. this time, you’re going to seduce him. you’re going to sleep with your boyfriend. no matter what it takes. you need it.

while your boyfriend worked today, you got ready for him. you bought baby pink lingerie in hopes that giving yourself an angelic appearance would appeal to him. you gave yourself blushy, sparkly makeup to give the angel look an umph. as you look at yourself in the mirror you feel quite cute. you suit soobin’s taste.

you check the clock, 10 minutes until soobin comes home. you lay out a plush blanket over the cushions of the couch. you situate yourself in a seductive position on the blanket; on your stomach, head propped up in your hands, elbows pressing your breasts together for emphasis. your legs kick around behind you, giddiness and nerves taking you over as the minutes diminish.

your heart jumps into your throat when you finally hear the jingling of your boyfriend's keys outside your front door. you momentarily wonder if this is a bad idea, but you have no time to chicken out. you swallow the lump in your throat and prepare yourself.

the door opens and in walks the love of your life. he stands frozen in the doorway when his eyes lay upon you. his eyes scan your body, the tent in his pants immediately becoming noticeable. you blush but your makeup hides it. 

“hi soobin” you say in your most seductive voice. you get up from the uncomfortable position you’d been sitting in and wave over your flustered lover. he hesitates for a moment before taking his shoes off and walking towards you.

“baby, what is this? what are you doing?” 

“you’ve just been so busy with work, i figured you could use some relaxation.”

you get up and stand in front of your boyfriend. you walk him backwards until he flops onto the couch. you situate yourself on his lap and place your hands on his shoulders. his hands almost instinctively rest on your thighs on either side of his hips.

“but baby, we’ve never done anything like this. why… why now?” 

you run your index finger over his lips, shushing him. his mouth opens on instinct and you take his tongue between your thumb and index finger. you hold it until drool pools in his mouth and spills over his bottom lip. 

“i know we’ve never done anything, but i think it’s time. we’ve been together for almost 5 years” you let go on his tongue and kiss his dampened lips. “don’t you want me?” you grind down on his lap, a groan rolling off his tongue.

“of course i do, my love” he leans his head back against the couch. this motion almost makes you cum on the spot. “but, are you really prepared enough for me? you know i’m… big.”

you nod. of course you do. that’s the whole reason it’s taken this long to get this far. “of course i know, i can feel it” you shift around again, soobin catches his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“we’ll do it, but we’ll take it really slow. i don’t want to hurt you.” 

at that, you connect your lips with his, his lips still messy from drooling earlier. you lick the corners of his mouth to pick up saliva that never fully escaped. he moans into your mouth as your hips roll onto him subconsciously. 

his hands move to grip your ass and he gets up off the couch. you wrap your legs around his waist so he can carry you more comfortably. you press sloppy kisses on his neck as he walks to your shared bedroom. 

he places you down on your bed softly. he pulls his shirt over his head and comes down to hover over you. “baby, i know i said i wanted to take it really slow, but i want to fuck you so bad right now.”

he ghosts his hands over your pretty pink bra and sighs. he cups your breasts and presses them together. he considers asking you if he could try fucking them, but he decides to leave that for another time. there’s a better focus right now.

he slides his fingers under the waistband of your underwear and slides them off you slowly. he presses your knees apart and slides his fingers over your weeping hole. he slides one finger in and you gasp, your hands coming up to his shoulders for something to ground yourself. 

he adds one more, and then a third. you’re trembling at this point. you can barely take three of your boyfriend’s long fingers. are you going to be able to take the monster between his legs?

he adds a fourth and final finger which sends you tumbling over the edge. you orgasm with an abrupt cry of soobin’s name. your shaky hand grabs his wrist to get him to stop his ministrations.

“okay, my baby, do you want it raw?” he shimmies out of his pants and underwear. your breath catches in your throat. you’ve seen soobin naked many times before. but his… monster fully hard makes you clench around nothing. out of arousal and out of fear. 

“yes, raw. please” you scramble to reach into the drawer and pull out a brand new bottle of lube. “please, use this. easier slide and stretch” he nods.

he pushes your head back with his finger on your forehead. you hear the cap on the lube open and he slathers his length in it. he looks up at you for last confirmation. you nod, biting your lip. 

his tip brushes your sopping hole and he pushes in bit by bit. he’s barely in past the tip and you’re shaking like a leaf. when he finally bottoms out, you feel like you’re going to explode. you peek down and see the outline of him in your lower abdomen. 

you brush your hand over the bulge, a whine slips out of his throat. the stretch stings through your whole body. but it’s manageable. 

“please move, soobin” you whine, shifting a little to get some friction. he pulls all the way out to the tip before slamming back in. you let out shaky breaths as your beloved boyfriend sets a delicious pace. 

“my god, baby. you’re so small under me” his arms shake next to your head from using them to hold himself up. “big- ah, you’re so big soobin” your breathing is so rapid that it could be mistaken for hyperventilation. 

soobin’s finger trails it’s way to your clit, the pad of his finger rubbing fast circles. you wrap your arms around him and pull his head down to kiss him. your tongues clash and you nibble on the end of his lightly. 

“baby, baby, baby, fuck” the chant of the pet name, the grip his left hand has on your hip and the circles being drawn on your clit by his right pointer finger sends you over the edge.

the sudden clench from your orgasm trigger’s soobin’s own orgasm. he spills himself inside you, wrapping his arms around your waist, trying to get as close to you as physically possible. 

his sweaty body sticks to you as he trembles. he kisses your collarbone as he breathes heavily. 

“i love you so much baby, fuck.”

he pulls out of you to watch his own seed spill out of you. he grabs a handful of tissues to clean you off. he hands you your underwear and you pull them on. 

he pulls his own boxers back on and climbs into bed next to you, wrapping his long arms around you.

“did i hurt you?” he asks. you can hear the genuine worry in his voice.

“i’m okay, soobin.” 

you curl yourself around him and close your eyes. his soft breathing slowly lulls you to sleep. 

finally, almost five years of fear is over.

© lomlhwa 2023

[moonclade]

Hey! Doing good I hope?

I’ll make this request quick, I was thinking of a Percy x Melinoe!reader? Since her mother is known as a minor goddess of nightmares and ghosts, people are either afraid of her or doesn’t care about her that much. She even hangs out with ghosts more than people, but of course, dear ol’ Percy is curious of her and tries to befriend her? You know, a good strangers to lovers. Is this good? If not, just tell me so I can fix it!

note ― i'm so rusty when it comes to writing about pjo but i really hope i did well with this! (also sorry it took so long, i wasn't able to work on it for a week). i didn't want to make this like 20k words long, so i didn't really include the bridge from acquaintances to lovers

not proofread || lowercase intended & lots of use of the word "you"

1.5k words

the sun smiles as it burns your skin, and you scowl as the blinding rays make it unbearable for you to even stare ahead. as usual, you were wandering around camp, attempting to find something to do.

you really didn't know why you bothered. considering the fact that you always reverted to your normal routine of finding a bench and reading. and if you were lucky enough to find a shaded and secluded spot, you might even have someone to talk to.

that someone being whatever spirit would bother entertaining you. obviously not any of the other demigods, as majority of them never tried befriending you or were simply scared of the fact you were the daughter of such a "dark" goddess. of course, a few of the other campers didn't mind your family and your abilities, such as nico di angelo. the two of you weren't close, but he always acknowledged you whenever you would lock eyes. he was definitely your favorite at camp.

you never understood why people were scarfed of you just because of your mom. it was laughable honestly, and it led you to have a slight resentment for everyone who actively avoided you. daughter of a goddess of nightmares and ghosts, being invisible and feared by everyone. very ironic.

being alone took a while to get used to, but you eventually made it work out, opting for the quiet whispers of the long-passed spirits. they never judged you, although a few definitely make fun of your isolation.

not finding any activity to do, you decided to read a book you were itching to finish instead of conversing with your little clique of ghosts. your eyes lit up as you found the perfect spot to sit, away from prying eyes and the harsh beams of sunlight.

making yourself comfortable, you found your marked page and started where you left off, ready to finally get this book out the way and start a new one.

suddenly, a blocky figure blocks the sparse amount of light you were using to read. you look up to see, surprisingly, percy jackson.

you were confused and a bit intrigued. you've never interacted with him, but you always admired him from afar. he was a role model to you, both socially and when it comes to slaying monsters.

you would never admit you studied him thoroughly, usually in the light of the campfire, watching as he would crack a joke and then burst into a grin and let out a hearty laugh.

you were definitely jealous of him. that's all.

"i've seen you around camp. (name), right?" he questioned.

a nod was all he received. you looked around for the inevitable group of campers laughing at this interaction, but you saw none. relaxing a little, you lock eyes with his striking sea-colored ones.

"i'm bad with words." you respond, shaking your head. you avert your gaze back to the book you were reading. a romance, and an undeniably cliche one at that.

you loved reading about things that weren't commonplace in your life, like fantasy, but especially romance. everyone was too scared of you for you to even imagine about having a relationship or a love life in general. every crush that developed in your heart was quickly stowed away until it eventually died off.

"it's alright. i never see you talking to anyone around camp." he takes a seat on the bench, a reasonable distance away from you that it wouldn't seem he was uncomfortable with you, like most campers, but not close enough to make it awkward for you.

"never have to, everyone too terrified of my "sinister aura" and prowess in war. and also, my mom." you slightly joke, not wanting him to pity you or something along those lines. he tilted his head like he was going to say something in response to your slightly self-deprecating statement.

"you talk like a book." he blurted. you didn't know if you should take that as a compliment, but even with the short time you've talked with percy, you knew he wouldn't mean it as an insult. just a weirdly phrased statement.

"y'know, in a poetic way." he sheepishly rubbed his neck as you stared at him. the corners of your lips upturned, and he calmed down a little knowing that you didn't take offense.

"you talk a lot," you counter. "but in a good way."

he returns a smile and notices the book you had been slowly inching away from his view.

"what's that about?"

oh my gods. you weren't getting out this one.

"it's just a little romance," you rub your wrists awkwardly, hoping he wouldn't ask for a more in-depth answer.

but the gods were not in your favor today.

"but what is it about?" he quirked an eyebrow at your unwillingness to elaborate on the plot.

"it's just about a boy and a girl meeting randomly and they slowly fall in love at a summer camp. really cliche and probably boring to you." the book made it into his hands as he scanned the front cover art, not bothering to open the book and attempt to read it, thankfully. you could guess why though.

"at a summer camp?"

"i like reading about stuff that could be relatable to me," you shrugged.

"well is it relatable?" he seemed interested.

"do you always ask so many questions?" you grumble. "and no, not really. do you think i have a love life here?"

every answer was turning into a question, followed by another question.

he looked you up and down and smirked. "you don't?"

you swipe your book back and roll your eyes. "yes, jackson. you do realize i have more ghost friends than living ones, right?"

"adds on to the charm. now, tell me more about what happens in the book."

you groan outwardly, but on the inside, you were giddy at finally being able to talk to someone, especially percy.

giving in, you begin to go off on the plot and major events in the story, and your opinions on characters.

before the two of you knew it, the sun was already cut in half by the horizon and the sky was a flurry of colors slowly being overtaken by the dark blues and blacks of the evening.

"how about we meet here again tomorrow?" percy asks.

you were already warming up to the son of poseidon. it could be because you haven't talked to another human in a long time, or he had that vibe to him that let you feel safe.

sometimes you would go and hang out with him and his group, but you didn't know for sure if they liked you that much. it took you months to even decide if percy himself considered you a friend or not.

majority of time you'd go back to that same bench you met him at, and if he was free, he'd meet you there and the two of you would talk about how the book you were reading was going or just how life was going.

but the bench wasn't the only place you hung out. percy would invite you to spar with him or walk around camp, or take part in events going around camp. slowly but surely, more people warmed up to you as they noticed the bond you and percy had. you were still wary and apprehensive of those people though, knowing they judged you even though they didn't know you. but it was a welcome change.

it was half past noon, and you make your way over to your and percy's rendezvous point to hang out for the day. the battered wooden bench that was now carved with quotes and drawings that spanned the seat.

you didn't have to even wait a minute, percy jogging up to you with a hand behind his back.

"what're you hiding?" you try and peer over his shoulder but he moves the object out of your sight.

"well," he looks around everywhere but you, before taking in a big breath and finally meeting your gaze. "i really like you!" he shows you the assortment of flowers most likely picked from the forest nearby.

you process his statement. the percy jackson likes you? never in a thousand years would you have thought that someone could have a crush on you, but never ever would you have dreamed of percy liking you.

it was like your life was turned upside down ever since you met him. you managed to finally have someone to talk to, and also get people to stop fearing you. and it was all because of him. he was the saint in your life.

"hey, it's alright if you don't like me bac-" you cut him off quickly by pressing your lips on his. sure you weren't an experienced kisser, but you've read enough to know how to shut him up.

he went from stiff in surprise to leaning into the kiss, the bouquet long forgotten on the ground. you couldn't get enough of him, throwing your arms around his shoulders and bringing him closer. he slipped his hands around your waist, a shiver running down your back at the touch.

he pulled away, and you clung onto him, not wanting his warmth to leave you.

after a moment of bated breath, you piped up.

"i love you too, percy."

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just wanna start off by saying your work is amazing and any hater that says is not can take this L. You got me hooked on the miles vampires fics no cap he is so ahhhh lol can you do one where he is a wolf and how would the reader react maybe she could be red riding hood 😂

(This GIF is so perfect you don't even know)

Enemies to lovers/ Forbidden love sort of thing I guess.

Brief story of who you are;

Everyone in town knew who you were, you were the youngest great great (many greats) grandchild of the monster hunting red riding hood herself. In fact, your whole family was known by that little trait alone. Not to mention that everyone in your family are monster hunters as well.

They had to carry on the legacy of course.

You weren't all quite fond of the idea however, you knew that there might be many monsters out there that could be kind or just misunderstood.

You knew that some monsters could be compromised with or captured without killing them. In most cases, some monsters have people within them that have no way of controlling that beastly thing inside them.

When you were younger, your mom was trying to make you throw a knife at a target that looked like a monster. But being a caring 7-year-old, you put the knife down, ran up to the test dummy, and hugged it.

"Y/n get of the dummy-"

"NO"

So, you only ever trained for self-defense, with minor training for field work. But this made your family worry about you. Lots of people knew who you were, that included monsters.

Many of these creatures have tried to take a family member of yours down. None have succeeded however, and nearly none have survived trying to take a hood down. Those that did were either tracked down and killed or hid really well.

-

Today was very gloomy and foggy, like extremely. Especially in the woods. Fog covered most of the sky and ground you walked on, but thankfully you knew your way around.

You couldn't help but feel watched, but if someone or thing was there, you can handle yourself. You're a hood after all, nothing to worry about. Not like you had a choice in the matter, anyone under 18 and over 12 would patrol the streets at night for anything unusual.

New York was one of the most well-known cities that hold monsters & criminals. Why civilians live there is a mystery to you, but you convinced most people living there aren't normal people species wise.

No one gets hurt while patrolling, if there are any odd disturbances you instantly call someone eligible to handle it themselves. Especially in your case.

So why didn't you? why didn't you call your older brother? Older sister?

I guess curiosity got the best of you when you saw a figure on top of a building with a familiar mask, staring at you. You knew who it was, it was the prowler.

That family has been a thorn in the side of your family for years. Your mom had told you that the prowler family was related to the first werewolf red riding hood took down. Ya'll have been enemies ever sense.

You don't know what the prowler family have been genetically modified with, but they are the hardest werewolves to catch. But that ends today, you know what the prowler family does.

Yeah, they kill other criminals, but most are just innocent people who got caught up in some mess. You hated that, and therefore, you did not plan on going easy on this prowler.

You silently followed him on, using your web shooter to help you most of the way. He was a quick fellow, you lost him a few minutes into the chase.

"Sh*t" your curse under your breath. You swing yourself on top of a building and try to use your locater to find him.

Once you open, you see a little white dot that marks where you are. But you noticed something, a red dot was quickly making it's way to you.

Before you can do anything, a figure knocks itself into you and manages to crash you both through the glass ceiling you were standing next to.

Your back stung badly but you had to pay attention to your surroundings right now. You could see a figure was making its way to you but you quickly cartwheel yourself away and stand into a fighting position.

This figure seemed...lanky, most werewolves aren't lanky, even in their human form. Werewolves mostly have a boxy menacing figure as they stand over you.

This werewolf isn't like that, which slightly concerns you. You also realized that this isn't the prowler you usually see on the news. This one is different.

"Should've minded your business hermosa" the distorted voice told you.

You didn't expect him to talk, and his voice made thoughtless for a moment.

"Call me hermosa again" You sternly threat, eyeing his every movement.

"oooh, a spicy one, too bad I'll have to end you...hermosa" He said teasingly.

If there's one thing you despised, it was being called a nickname by someone you didn't know. Especially men.

The prowler charges at you with a swipe of his metal claw

"I said not to CALL ME THAT" You yell, as you kick him in the face, he falls back but quickly gets up. Your kick somehow broke off half his mask, the right side fully showing half of his face.

You could see a bright gold eye staring back at you, the color somewhat enticing.

"MALDITA PERRA" The halfly masked figure yelled at you as he lunged forward. A deep loud growl in his tone.

He manages to land a few swipes and punches, but the same goes for him. One of his swipes knocks half of your masks off, you increasingly get more pissed, and he notices.

"Heh...an eye for an eye hermosa" he says, the distorter in his mask glitching in and out. You can partially hear what he sounds like, not like you care at the moment.

His snarky quips piss you off, and you let this one flaw out of you that you KNOW not the let out. Growing up, your one flaw when training was that you hated losing. You would let your anger get the better of you.

"Will you just STOP MOVING" you yell as you tried to punch him. Not landing a hit, he, however, lands a punch to your gut. His werewolf genes kicked in at that point, his punch pushed you to the other side of the empty building.

But this didn't stop you, before he could stomp your face in you moved out of the way. Both of you were tired at this point, and both of you knew, one of you had to go.

You both charged for each other and manage to punch each other at the same time. Knocking you both to the ground.

Now, you're and his mask are completely broken off your faces.

Before you could get up, the boy gets a hold of your neck and lifts you up. The boy was going to snap your neck but...you were gorgeous. From your eyes to your nose, to your lips, to your beautiful skin under the know fully showing moon light.

You eyed his features too. He had thin braids down to his neck, smooth dark skin, nice plump lips, to his jaw line. Everything about him was beautiful.

How you didn't notice he was partially choking you is beyond me.

"Damn" Is all this boy could say as he eyed you up and down.

He softly put you down, but neither of you stopped staring at each other.

"...Who...are you" you ask in wonderment as you reach for his scarred face. He didn't even move, he just let you cup his face, ever so slightly melting into it.

"Miles, Miles Morales" He said, his gorgeous golden eyes piercing into you.

"Y/n, Y/n L/n" You say.

"That's a pretty name pequena" He smirks, putting his hand on yours.

You both stay that way for a while, just taking in each other's essence. You noticed that his eyes weren't laced with seething rage anymore, instead his eyes were laced with something that you only say in your father when he looked at your mother.

Love

Miles noticed it too; he remembers how his mother used to look at his father. With pure love and adoration, your eyes were like that too. But how can that be? You two tried to kill each other less than two minutes ago.

A sound comes from your locater

"Y/n where are you? it's time to go."

This snaps you both out of your gaze, you hold your wrist up and assure your brother that you're on your way to him. As you look back to where Miles was, he was gone.

"Hmph, Miles Morales...I'll see you soon"

-

Yeah so there might be a part two to this, but I hope you like it.

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Ikemen Vampire - Jean x Napoleon x Sebastian x Reader x Arthur

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Summary: The pranks problem sorted out, you and Napoleon join your boyfriends for the start of his actual birthday celebration

The ending of Napoleon's Pranks and Gifts birthday Celebration Series.

Also written for July's 2023 Polyam Shipping Day Prompt: Food from @polyamships

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“Well, that was a good meal, ma chérie.” Napoleon kissed you as you left his room, laughing as you blushed. “Thank you.”

He stroked the spot where he had bitten you. To think he’d been quite apprehensive for a long time after the first time he bit you, afraid of the predatory monster he could become after he started.

But you had always been reassuring. You didn’t believe the monster existed.

And, it was a little hard to admit, but that first night you let Arthur join you had helped his confidence too. Having other vampire partners who weren’t afraid of their instincts helped.

And thankfully, all of you did. Now Napoleon found such an intimacy in the act. The trust you showed by letting him feed off your life essence. Holding you close as he did so. Being able to get sustenance from the person he loved, even if for only a moment. And the sweet pleasure it was for both of you.

“Does that mean you don’t need the food we made?”

“You know I wouldn’t waste your hard work, mon coeur. Or miss sharing food with the people I love. Besides, I see nothing I would rather do on my birthday.”

Napoleon offered you a hand, and you took it with a smile. He pulled you closer.

“No more tricks?”

“Don’t worry. That was just my way of surprising you.”

He kissed the back of your hand.

“Good. Just hope you don’t try that next year again.”

Both of you laughed as you left for the garden.

The boys had set up a small table there, and it was full of food. Each of them had a little of their favorites, but they also had a few types of crepes, as well as a beautifully decorated cake. They had really gone all out for breakfast.

Well, probably you and Akihiko. He had no idea what kind of skills Arthur had, but Jean was technically banned from the kitchen.

“Took you long enough.” Arthur said with a grin as soon as the two of you walked closer.

“Jealous you weren’t invited?” You teased back.

“At another time I would, luv. But I am aware me and old ‘Leon here are not that close. Although I would love to rectify this whenever you’re ready.”

Napoleon shook his head. He never knew when Arthur was actually flirting with him or just teasing.

“I still don’t understand why you are here if the two of you are not together.” Jean looked at Napoleon as if asking for an answer.

“I guess we are close enough.”

Their relationship might be undefined, but they had one.

Jean nodded, but not without casting a disapproving glance to Arthur, obviously having more to complain about, but choosing to keep quiet out of respect for Napoleon.

It didn’t pass unnoticed by Arthur.

“No need to be jealous either, Jeannie. You’re always welcome to join us.” Arthur winked at him. “It’s not like you’re a stranger to this kind of pleasure between four people, are you? Or even sharing two lovers, you and Sebas didn’t…”

“Master Arthur,” Akihiko interrupted him, surprisingly calm for the suspicious moment he chose for it, “I would refrain from aggravating Monsieur Jean any further.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Arthur’s answer was surprising. “I would rather drink my coffee in peace.”

Napoleon couldn’t help but laugh at the way Arthur frowned and pulled his chair a little further away from Jean. Probably he was still a little traumatized from that one time Jean swapped his coffee.

By his side, you laughed too, and Napoleon caught the look you exchanged with Akihiko before that.

The two of you had your secret. Arthur and Jean might never get along. But you were his chaotic family. It was still surprising he had all of you, but it was a pleasant surprise. especially sharing a meal with these people that had become so dear to him.

“You made quite a lot of food, even for five people.” He commented, serving himself of quite a few crepes.

Napoleon could tell which ones you made, and which ones were Akihiko, but there were a few he had no idea. He took a bite of one and it had a little extra sugar, but it was still good.

“Jean helped make these.” You told him, giving Jean a fond smile. “We had a few incidents, but also excellent results.”

“That is because you are a wonderful teacher.” Jean smiled at you, before turning to Napoleon. “I am glad I was allowed to help make something that pleased you. I know I am not good with this kind of work, but I have been learning enough the past few days.”

“As long as everything is kept functional and the two of you take responsibility for cleaning the kitchen, I do not mind your willingness to learn.” Akihiko surprisingly conceded.

“You talk as if I’m trying to teach a child.” You complained.

“Speaking of child, luv…” Arthur grinned at you, making you blush and make a sign for him to stay quiet.

“What is happening?” Napoleon turned to you.

You smiled and stood up, lighting the candles in the cake.

“Make your wish, blow out the candles, then pull the sword.” You kissed his cheek.

Napoleon could guess what was coming, but his heart still thumped in his ears as he followed the instructions and cleaned the blade to find it inscribed with “Happy Birthday Papa!”.

Napoleon pulled you onto his lap, kissing you, only somewhat aware of the others’ words of congratulations.

“How long have you known?”

“The day before the first time I woke you up. I take you are happy?”

“You know the answer to that, Nunuche.” He kissed you again. “Is it why you have been so bratty these days?”

“That was why I was awake at the time, but had nothing to do with the joke. Although I guess it’s good training.”

“I swear I will be prepared. You won’t need to continue that.”

“I didn’t mean to.” You laughed, resting your forehead against his.

“I love you.” He whispered. The two of you smiled and finally pulled away, turning back to your boyfriends.

“Oh, don’t mind us. It is your moment and you should enjoy it.” Arthur spoke first.

“No. This moment belongs to all of us, as a family. You have been very supportive on our journey to get here. I love all of you.”

It was his biological child, - all of you had agreed to let him try first, - but it was their child, as much as the others were willing for it to be.

“I guess we have one more reason to celebrate.” Akihiko stood up and started to cut the cake.

A nice breakfast with his family was indeed the best way to celebrate. Next year there would be a new addition to their midst, and he couldn’t wait to see how the years to come would change with each new meal you would have together.

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🍑🍍🍌🥝🫐🍓🍎

ask me!

🍑 - If you could make a connection between your favorite character and another work you care about (whether a crossover/fusion or a wonderfully “pretentious” literary reference) what would it be? How would it work?

i would love to cross over metroid and dragon ball! i often think about writing something like it, with the reader in samus's position. it'd be entirely self-indulgent and i would 100000000% envision myself as the reader

🍍- What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with?

modern AUs are good, and i do like either college ones or schoolteacher ones, and royal AUs as well. as far as ones i dislike goes, it's hard for me to find one that i won't give a chance to, but i would have to say that ones involve alpha/beta/omega ones got old to me pretty fast and i generally won't click on a story featuring it

🍌 - In your opinion, what’s the funniest joke/reference/pun you’ve made in a fic?

all the dbza stuff. i mention them a lot but tbh not my fault the parody was so good and fitting in a lot of areas

🥝 - What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

i like enemies to lovers, and plan to write that trope in the future for both goku and vegeta, and i have a sfw gohan prom fic in the works where gohan and reader started as friends, then went to 'enemies' and then lovers. established relationships are a favorite of mine, no matter what that relationship is

🫐 - What’s your favorite underrated thing in your fandom? (A ship that only you seem to write for, a character there’s almost no fics about, a trope that criminally hasn’t been written yet, etc.)

i love broly quite a bit, and i especially like thinking of him in modern AUs. sometimes i just like writing him without the pressure of the monster lurking beneath the surface

🍓 - What’s a fic you’ve written you feel is underrated?

hmmm i would say maybe my first fic on here! it was a small vegeta x reader that didn't feature any actual smut, just vegeta being horny for readers knockers at a bbq lol

🍎 - Is there anything you straight-up won’t write?

i ship naruto and gaara heavily, and also look at naruto and just see a baby so i won't write naruto or gaara reader inserts

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Hiii! Could you do a James potter twin reader x Marlene pretty please?? Thx so much!!

I can do it again if you want?

Marlene McKinnon x fem! Potter! Reader

Summary: Marlene thinks her crush doesn't like it because she never talks, when really it's because she's shy...and has a monster crush on her as well

Warnings: swearing, acquaintances to lovers, quiet mutual pining, super shy! reader, first kiss, getting together, established wolfstar and jilly

A/n: 1.8k words, implied Hufflepuff reader but it’s never said x

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You were headed to the library, books clutched to your chest and in your own little world when you spot your brother and his friends. You smiled as you saw he was with Lily, you didn’t know the girl all too well as you mostly hung about with Amos and Alex but you knew she was kind and more than held your brothers heart.

You debated whether or not to say hello, not because you wouldn’t be welcome but more because of one of Lily’ friends, Marlene.

Marlene was beyond gorgeous, confident, out going, complete opposite to you, the quiet, be it nerdy bookworm. She was in all of your classes, yet in almost 7 years of school along with your brother and her being besties, you had never spoken a singleword to her.

Embarrassingly it wasn’t due to the opportunity never presenting itself, it had in fact happened more times than you care admit. She tried to make conversation, using your brother and hers random once a year adventures as an in, yet you offered her nothing but a nervous smile in response.

Due to this, you ultimately decided you would just walk on by with a wave and not stop. Your brother would know not to drag you into conversation, he learned over the years to let you work at your own pace with people, especially extroverts like himself

“Hey little potter” you hear Sirius say with his elbow leaning softly on Remus’ shoulder and you smile at him, not just due to the greeting but the height difference between the two made the whole scene adorable

You offer a wave with your smile, seeing all of them do the same, but really you were focused on the fact Marlene did it, in your eyes or maybe your imagination, a little more enthusiastically than the others. Either way you walked to the library with the biggest smile on your face, she would never know but that small act sent your heart to the stars

“She’s the cutest witch alive ain't she” Sirius comments to the group as they watch your receding figure

Remus hums in agreement “That she is love” he smiles, gently removing Sirius’ arm and replacing it with his own around the shorter boys shoulders

Sirius blushes ever so slightly but luckily the conversation focus' on you so the only one who would tease him for it would be Remus’ later

“Why didn’t she say hi?” Alice wonders out loud, her voice sweet and they all can practically feel Frank melting beside her

James’ eyes light up but they shine when Lily answers for him

“Oh that’s her way of saying hi back is a smile, she’s just really shy” she explains with her head leaning into James’ bicep

Marlene smiles at that

“Does she ever speak?” she asks nicely, her voice softer than normal as it always was when the topic revolved around yourself

“Yeah, just takes her a while to open up” James replies, subtly raising an eyebrow as he was the only one to pick up on the blonde becoming absolutely mush around you

“Took her living in a house with me before she and I actually had a conversation that she led…let me tell you the girl can talk when she gets going, it’s so cute when she geeks out” Sirius notes

“She and I got close by sneaking to the kitchens during parties because they weren’t really our thing” Remus adds

Sirius lets out a laugh “I remember that…and I remember us all thinking you were shagging” his tone changes a little at the end

“Jealous pup” Remus’ whispers while Lily and Peter tell Marlene, Alice and Frank how they bonded with you

Sirius flushes

“Shut up Mr I thought you fancied Marlene still you realised we were just getting high and crying about how we didn’t think the people we loved swayed that way” he whispers quickly back, recalling how Marlene used to pine after Dorcas, or at least thats who he assumed it was considered they dated for a few months, but she never actually said a name

“Oh that reminds me I needed to give y/n her book back” Lily says, pulling it out of her bag “I’ll be back in a jiffy” she says but Marlene stops her

“I can take. I need to go there anyway actually” she lies, really she just wanted to try and talk to you alone, no classmates, no friends, no drunk party goers, just you, her and the books

Lily tilts her head while Sirius just plain asks what they were all thinking

“Why would you need to go to the library?"

“She needs to pick up a book for our Runes assignment” James covers for her

They did have an assignment but the class was a joke, hence why they took it so they could just have fun and Marlene teach James more muggle stuff. Originally it was so he could understand Lily better but then he just enjoyed her company…besides it was likely she would be his sister in law at some stage anyway

Marlene gives James a thankful smile as Lily happily hands her the book, mouthing a ‘thank you’ to him to which he returns with a ‘go get her’

You sighed as you sat in the corner of the library, resting your chin on your crossed over arms. Looking up and out of the small window nearby, crying over your potions homework could wait a few minutes. Right now you just wanted to stare out of the window and daydream about Marlene

Imagining a confident you…okay a you that could speak and was actually dating her. Imagining yourself laying your head in her lap as she read to you, or her arm around you as she spoke with the group…maybe having a study session late at night and kissing her between the shelves...

“Hi”

The sudden voice had you falling out of your chair, face feeling more than hot as you realised who it was

“You okay dolly?” She asks while you felt yourself die and go to the afterlife

Dolly, she called me dolly

You just nod, scrambling a little as you climb back into your seat and chewing your bottom lip as she takes a seat next to you

“I have Lily’s book for you” she places it on the table with a smile, looking as confident as ever

She wasn’t her confident self though, around you she felt nervous, terrified she would accidentally scare you away. She knew from James you liked girls, so that was one less worry but she was still utterly terrified you didn’t like her. No matter how much James tried to assure her, no matter all the stories of how shy you were, she was still nervous you just genuinely just hated her company and thats why you never spoke

Say something…anything…fuck it, you think

“Thanks”

If the library hadn’t been dead quiet, the windows shut and Marlene purposefully listening for even the smallest of squeaks she would have missed it but she didn’t and she heard it. She couldn’t help but wiggle in her seat a little, trying not to just yell my crush since forever finally spoke to me, to the whole world

“Anything for you” she lets slip from her lips and if you weren’t melting before you were sure as merlin a puddle now

You shy away from her, looking out of the window again but she can see the gentle tugging up of your lips

“What are you studying?” she looks over the books “Oh potions…fun”

You giggle at the sarcasm in her tone and it’s perfect. Marlene had imagined your laugh many times, but the real one swept her expectations out of the water

“Fun as Mr Binns telling us about historical mischief” you softly quip

Marlene’ eyes widen, sub-consciously…consciously…scooting closer, giggling unapologetically with a small snort at the end

“Trust him to make mischief boring” she replies and you laugh again “Don’t even get me started on broom history…I frickin love quidditch but seriously who needs to know that the first brooms practically gave the users splinters up their arse” another laugh but this time it’s louder, freer

“You’re funny” you compliment and she gives you the widest smile

“So are you” she returns it, leaning her elbows on the desk, so close they are teasing yours “I’d offer to help but there’s a reason I’m not getting a NEWT in it” she confesses

You smile, your stomach full of butterflies unsure if you may puke or not but at least you can speak now

“It’s okay, Alex is rather good at it I’m sure he can help me later after practice”

“That mean you’re free right now?” she inquires, hope evident in her voice

“I suppose” you let your elbows touch, feeling a small shock rush through you

“You want to maybe go a walk with me?” her voice wavers at the start but she quickly recovers

You meet her eyes, maybe it was the seeds of first love or the way the light was hitting off of the window but you could have swore they sparkled as you said

“Okay”

“Great!” ghe says a little loudly and you let out a small squeak “Sorry” her cheek go a little red...more than a little red

“You know…” you start before taking a deep breath

Yes she asked you to go a walk but what you were about to suggest turned it into a real date

“…Jamie showed me all of the secret passageways, including ones to Hogsmeade” your voice is soft and your words slow, eyes doe like as you watch for her answer

Marlene resists the urge to kiss you…for all of two seconds.

Her lips left yours as fast as they met them, it was just a peck but it meant everything to you both, even if Marlene thought she ruined or misread everything as you had gone a tad catatonic

“I’m sorry” she apologies, a sad look on her face

You shake your head a little, an act that would have been so cute to the girl if she wasn’t freaking out.

Your fingers go to your lips, gently tracing along them “Did I…umm” you start to lose your voice once more but fight to keep it “….imagine…” nope it’s a losing battle, she broke you

“I can do it again if you want” she masks her nerves with a small joke but you nod like she was dead serious “Really?” you nod again

Marlene doesn’t rush this one, her hand gently cupping your face as her thumb brushes over your cheek. She admires you for a minute, shamelessly enjoying you swimming in your seat and melting under her touch just like she had always dreamed of

“You have no idea how long I’ve what this dolly” is what she whispers before your lips touch

The kiss is sweet and the girl finds herself smiling into it, you may not be able to speak but merlin did your lips move in sync with hers and when she pulls back your lips chase hers breifly before you press them together, the plumpness evident as well as your want for it to never have ended.

"You coming then dolly" she quickly places your books in your bag, holding out her hand as she stands up

You just take it, voice long gone for this hills by now

“Can I assume our date will be mostly wordless”

You nod with a small pout

She pecks it "No worries dolly" she takes your hand "I can talk enough for the two of us"

Thank you for reading 💛

[hanazou]

Can I request headcanons for Dazai, Chuuya, Oda, and Atsushi with an s/o that loves animals? Like they have cats and dogs, maybe fish or a bird. They just generally love taking care of animals and learning about them. And they can't help but take pictures and videos of there pets being cute because they love them so much.

╰ ⋆ ଓ. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐋���𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐒/𝐎 • ₊˚

𓏸֢  . dazai , chuuya , odasaku , atsushi x gn!reader

𓏸֢  . I am not back on my b*llshit. literally made this last year. I didn't post it because I'm not satisfied but its been literal months since I posted content, so why not let it out?

DAZAI enjoys watching you get affectionate with animals, taking his time to observe you before you pull him into doing it too.

Dogs aren't an exception. Sort of. He has complex feelings seeing you play with dogs the most, especially strays.

It's pleasing to see you become so warm; he likes the innocence that comes with it.

He thinks it's cute how you raise your pitch (read: babifying yourself) when talking to animals despite knowing they don't understand you.

Dazai likes to watch you from behind whenever you crouch to play with stray animals, hands in his pockets, smiling to himself

It doesn't stop him from making stupid jokes though.

"What if I feed that dog a chocolate bar?"

"Wanna die?"

"Oh, by all means! ... But are you really going to end me over a dog?”

He might soften up enough to show tricks.

He asks you to give him the treat you prepare for the animal, puts it in his hand, and whoosh it's suddenly gone from his palm

If you act cute he might teach you how to do it so you can entertain your pet.

Dazai definitely gets you an electronic robotic animal toy at some point to tease you. Not a furby—something cuter and less cursed. There are plenty of those in Japan

He wants the privilege to name it and it's going to sound so stupid.

When you clock in for work, sometimes he asks "How's White Gravy Monster doing?"

"Please stop calling it that."

He has your favourite animals and their breeds (secretly) memorized.

More often than not, he sends unsolicited cursed pictures of said animals, like ones you’d see in reddit or facebook

He’ll stop if you smack him hard enough or show him genuine distressed signs

Dazai plays the jealousy act when you send him cute animal pictures a little too many to give him the opportunity.

“Look at the duckling I spotted yesterday after work!”

“Duckling this, kitten that, what about me? Aren’t I cute enough?????”

“...What are you, a stray animal?”

“Is that what it takes to be pampered? Easy enough.”

If you work in ADA with him, best believe he’s going to make animal noises to disrupt your job or startle you.

He caws in your ear like a shocked cat to make you shriek (and hit his face in reflex)

He purrs like a cat to get a pat on the head but claims that he’s “trying to imitate Atsushi-kun”

Dazai pits you together with Atsushi, Naomi, and Fukuzawa who are total animal lovers. He calls you (except Fukuzawa) softies.

Your love for animals boosts your compatibility with CHUUYA and it makes your relationship extra jazzy too.

Bonus points if your favourites are also dogs. If they’re not your favourite, that’s not a problem either. He gets along well with most animals unless they’re aggressive.

He tries to keep his cool during the interaction.

He's super knowledgeable about breeds. He can recognize the mixed ones quite accurately too.

You and Chuuya like to daydream about what it's like to be a pet owner. He's confident you two would make good pet parents if it wasn't for hectic schedules.

He likes it if you randomly text him cute animal pictures you find on social media.

"That's cute. Is that a shih tzu mixed with a pomeranian?"

".....How did you even know that?"

Cue the chihuahua jokes

"This chihuahua looks like you~! o(≧▽≦)o"

"Oi oi. Are you trying to pick a fight?"

He wonders if buying you a pet for your birthday will make a good gift but he knows the demanding set of responsibilities that comes with being a pet owner, so it’s just his imagination.

Which is kind of sad, because he's looked up your favourite animals and their breeds and even made separate folders of them. He even asked for Kouyou’s opinion on which is the cutest or which fits your temperament best.

She definitely took the chance to tease him.

So, Chuuya takes you to pet cafés during his leisure time. It’s not often, but once he has the time, you can spend hours there without getting bored.

Definitely takes pics of you scratching their bellies, ears, heads, or booping their noses.

He sets it as your profile picture on his phone too

He's so happy if you invite him to take pictures together with the animals that he has to blink twice.

Mug sized puppies really strike his fancy. He's not against you putting one in the concave of his hat

"Take a picture take a picture take a picture!" You hit his arm.

You use extra detergent to wash off the smell from his clothes but at least he earned cute pictures to stare at.

If you do have a pet or even a dog, he beams up if you invite him to come over to play with them.

Chuuya being Chuuya, he tries to hide it. He clears his throat, pretends to look disinterested, but his eyes can’t hide his eagerness.

"Are you serious? Can I really?"

He ends up staying over for hours because he doesn't want to leave your pet.

He puts your pet on his stomach while lying on the sofa, giving it whatever snack hes eating (if its not toxic).

100/100 snores in that position

ODASAKU is not as hardcore of an animal lover compared to Chuuya but he does have obvious soft spots for stray animals.

Especially stray cats.

You and Odasaku make it a habit to bring a tiny pack of cat food around the block to feed the strays.

(Which Ango notices from the smell from Odasaku's jacket)

When you find strays to feed, sometimes you both crouch to observe them eating and forget how long you've stayed in that position until your calves hurt.

You need Odasaku's help to pull you up from the cramps.

If you want to take pictures with your favourites, he does his best. But that doesn't mean the pictures are... good.

"Sakunosuke! Can you take a picture of me with Miku?"

(Now when did you give that cat a name?)

He does take the picture but when he hands you back your phone, the pictures are all... blurry—which is weird because you didn't move and neither did his hand. He has magic hands

No matter how many tries, all pictures end up blurry; it's a mystery. You have to settle with them. It became his signature. If the pictures are blurry, he took them.

He's happy when he sees you use the picture as your profile photo though. Somehow you made the blur look aesthetic.

"You used the pictures from that rainy day," will be all he'll text. But there's a huge smile beneath that stone face God I love him

You and he take the same route home every night to check up on the stray cats.

Is the cardboard box still intact from last night's rain?

Once you got a cold from taking care of the stray cats during the rain despite having him shelter you under his umbrella

You split the vet bills to make sure the kittens are healthy. Lots of kittens don't make it to adulthood, that's what Odasaku has in mind

Oda doesn’t mind keeping the grown up kittens in his unit until you find a shelter for them, but he can't take them all, so you bring some of them

He spreads his jacket above him as an umbrella from the rain. Your head is under his chin. Under your jackets are kittens in your cradle.

Odasaku is very gentle and kind with animals, but he's.. not the most natural when it comes to bonding with them unless they're the proactive ones

If you have a pet, he's going to have a staring contest with it for a while

Your pet wins but only because you called Odasaku, distracting him. It could’ve gone on for much longer

Send him pictures of the animals you find cute, he would definitely respond. Not like he usually ghosts you, there are just more possibilities of him double or even triple texting.

“Look at this kitten~!”

“Cute.” *saves* “It’s small.” *saves* “Really small.” *saves*

He smiles looking at them. It makes Dazai go "?!?!?!?!?!?"

ATSUSHI is the most (openly) tender and fluffy with animals. Definitely the type to go "Aawh~!" a lot while crouching down and letting the animals interact with his fingers.

He gets along with animals effortlessly and naturally

Somehow attracts strays to come to him too.

All he has to do is have eye contact and they’ll all approach him willingly as if he has snacks.

Your outings/dates with him get slightly interfered with by the strays because of Atsushi 

Another victim of animal jokes. Cue the cat/tiger jokes

"If I scratch your head, are you going to purr too?"

"W-What? No!"

(Kyouka, who listens to your conversation from the distance, wonders about it too. Her little antenna hair stiffens upwards.)

Dazai is your enabler. Take advantage of this. Make him an ally in bullying Atsushi

Imagine Atsushi’s face if you wave catnip in front of his face while going "Here, kitty kitty~"

"Can you go 'nyaa' for me?"

“You’re so mean!”

"Now, Atsushi-kun," Dazai joins. "Aren't you a bad boy for refusing your partner's request?"

As much as you'd have your fun, always make an effort to reassure him that everything is just for giggles and that you don't actually see him as a peculiar half man half tiger.

Compliment him whenever stray cats brush their head against his ankles.

When you ruffle his hair, he fights to swallow down the "hm?" that sounds like a cat purr

Once, he failed to contain it. Things didn't work out in his favour because you won't leave his hair alone for the day to hear more.

A simple "You're so friendly with them" would make his ears steam from softness.

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[moonshine-nightlight]

Finally Woken: Part Six

Working for the family business of traveling trade caravans, means you‘ve always accepted having to put up with a lot from your family, especially your dad. He finally goes to far when he tries to sell your prized possessions to make up for his own business failings. You’re proud of yourself for making a stand, but he’s not wrong when he says you don’t have any real connections outside the family���but he’s not completely right either.

Your closest friend happens to live in the city you’re stopped at so you decide to see if you can stay at his place until you can figure out what you’re going to. You’ve never come by the city this early, but he’s probably fully woken up from the naga’s traditional bout of hibernation by now, right?

Fantasy, friends to lovers, naga, male monster x female reader, M/F, Part 6 of 8

Story Status: Complete

AO3: Finally Woken Chapter 6

[Part One [Part Two] [Part Three] [Part Four] [Part Five] Part Six [Part Seven] [Part Eight - NSFW]

Taiga seems to have no trouble with the fully loaded up cart, although even you’re surprised by how many things you seem to have packed. You set out for your apartment with Heshi at a good clip.

You stop once on the way and buy your loaned movers food, which Michi only half-heartedly protests before they all gratefully accept. Conversation flows much easier as you all snack on skewers. Sasha and Aleks finally figure out how to open the long window in the cart so they can keep you and Michi company. Since both of them are far more extroverted than you or Michi, it's simple to pass the time listening to the cousins banter. It helps to make everything, yourself included, start to feel normal again.

Once you get back up to the apartment, you direct them where to put everything in the storage area, meat delivery included, per your conversation with Heshi last night. You send them on their way with a smile, a wave, and your thanks.

You survey the large storage area with your hands on your hips. It's technically more for Heshi’s business than for his personal possessions, but since he shuts down for hibernation, there’s plenty of space for your things. 

After checking that nothing broke in transit, you take an extra box and pick out what you want to bring upstairs right now. Some books, some clothes, and a few other bits fill up the box quicker than you expect. Deciding that’s plenty for now, you head up to put those away in your room and start thinking about dinner. You’re not too hungry after the street food you had, but Heshi’s due to start eating something more than water, berries, and alcohol. Since he shouldn’t be up for another two hours at least, so that should work out well for timing dinner.

All these thoughts stop when you get upstairs and a sound from the kitchen catches your attention. You frown and slowly put the box down. There shouldn’t be any sound in the house except for you. Did one of the kids forget something? Or is it something else? Nell had said some people might try to take advantage of Heshi’s hibernating state, but surely there’d been enough activity at the apartment today to dissuade anyone, right? And Heshi has good security for this very reason. 

Bracing yourself to feel either very foolish for overreacting or very scared if there’s actually a burglar, you walk around the corner holding the pole to hang a lamp from. It takes you a couple seconds to fix on the large shape moving through the room and another few heart-pounding seconds to identify them. Your grip slacks on the pole as you say, “Heshi? What are you doing out of your nest?”

Sure enough, it's a disheveled looking Heshi who’s in the kitchen, trying to set a kettle on. At the sound of your voice, he whips around, lighting up when he sees you and calling out your name. He slithers over to you with a speed you don’t expect from the sleepy naga. He doesn’t stop until he’s pulled you into a fierce hug. “You’re okay,” he says into your hair. “You’re home.”

You blink in surprise even as you set the pole against the wall and return his surprisingly firm hug. You certainly don’t mind, but you don’t understand what’s happening. “Of course, I’m home.” What is going on? As far as you knew, he shouldn’t be awake this early in the day, let alone out of his nest at all. Part of hibernation involved shutting down a lot of his internal systems which had to slowly wake back up or else they could get damaged. Heat especially, something already a bit hard to manage for nagas, is especially hard hit and is why their nests are so important. 

You can feel it too, he’s shivering even though he had the sense to at least put on a shawl and tie a blanket around his waist. You rub your hands up and down his exposed arms, ignoring the way his muscles feel as best you can. “But really, what are you doing up already?” 

“I was worried about you,” he says plaintively, his eyes large and beseeching. “Is everything okay? Was your family mean? I woke up and you weren’t back home yet.”

“Oh, Heshi, I’m fine.” He’d expressed some worry about you getting your things and your dad in particular giving you a hard time, but you hadn’t thought he was this worried. It's as endearing as it is concerning. It also makes your heart beat a little faster, to hear him call the apartment your home. Going back to your parents and then coming here, it had accentuated that already, only a few days later, it did feel more like home–both the place and being with Heshi. 

You try to shake those thoughts off and focus on Heshi. You know he’s a bit hazy with coming out of hibernation, but you hadn’t thought about how that might affect him if he was worried. It seems to have exacerbated his concern. “It’s still early, that’s why I didn’t check on you. Come on, you’re freezing.” 

You hurry him over to the couch since it has a giant red blanket draped over it. You don’t hesitate to bundle Heshi up, throwing it around his shoulders. “Why are you awake so early?”

 He blinks blearily at you as he tugs you closer and wraps the blanket around you both. You tell yourself it really is a faster way to warm him up, not just because you like being up against him—well, not only that. “Is it normal for you to start waking up earlier in the day?”

“Hm,” he asks, clearly distracted by your warmth. “I don’t know, I never really pay attention to the time when I’m waking up. Usually it's hard to convince myself to get out of my nest at all—Nell threw water on the whole thing one time.”

You laugh, easily able to picture a frustrated Nell doing exactly that. He sighs at the sound, snuggling closer. “More reason to leave it with you here. Or not here.”

He’s so sweet. “Nothing would have happened. My dad might have hurt my feelings or argued about some of my things, but that’s all that would have happened.”

Heshi harrumphed. “Yes, precisely. I care about your feelings, darling.”

You don’t know what to say to that. You never do when Heshi expresses his feelings so clearly when you’re more used to talking around something. You take a page out of his book and bury your nose in the crook of his neck. “It was fine,” you mumble against his skin. “Dad was still himself, but my mom was fine and my brother was… better than I expected.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Not that I thought he would be, well, anything really. But he got the name of the pawn shop—I’m gonna go tomorrow to see if I can get my flute back.” He makes a happy noise at that news, stroking his fingers through your hair in a supremely distracting manner. “And he said he would have helped, if I needed it. And…” you pull back with a smile, wanting to see his reaction, “he has the lingonberries now.”

Heshi blinks at you, clearly trying to follow along. “He does?” Heshi sounds hopeful and excited, just like you wanted.

“Yup,” you reply. “So he’ll be by once I tell him you're awake again to trade with you.”

“Good,” Heshi says with a smile that turns into a smirk. “I’ve been wanting to meet him. I hope he understands that I traded very generously with you because you're my friend and that he might not get such indulgent terms.”

You roll your eyes and nudge him. “Don’t be mean.” He hums noncommittally in response, not making any promises. You can’t really bring yourself to push the issue now though, too comfortable in his arms after your long day. 

Your concern for him weighs out in the end because he still feels far cooler than he usually does when not hibernating and even cooler than he has these days. “You should head back to bed,” you point out reluctantly, pulling back slightly, even though you want to do anything but that. “I’ll make some stew with what Nell gave us, yeah?” you offer, remembering your conversation the other night where he talked a bit more about food. “The broth should be good for you even if you’re not ready for solids yet. And if you are, then you can have some of that too.”

“Sounds delicious,” he sighs in your ear.

“Good,” you say, glad to have a plan going forward. “I’ll cook that up and bring it to you in your nest.”

“Hm, no, stay with you,” he says, sounding sleepy enough you’re surprised he’s upright.

“I need to cook, Heshi,” you say, trying to sound stern. “I can’t do that if you’re hanging all over me and you need to go back to the warmth of your nest. I can tell even with this blanket, you’re cold.”

“Rather have you,” he says, adjusting his grip on you.

“Heshi…” He doesn’t respond, seemingly asleep against you. You nibble at your bottom lip as you try to decide what to do next. You take a step away, but Heshi moves with you. “You have to go back to bed.”

“Don’t wanna,” he mumbles, his breath warm against your skin. 

The heat from his breath seems to spread further than it should and you need a second to refocus your thoughts, which keep straying to how his touch, his embrace would feel if far fewer clothing was involved. You shake your head. “Gotta though.” 

He pushes away from you, just enough to meet your eyes. “Please? I’m fine.”

“Heshi, you’re still shivering,” you remind him. When he only stares at you with wide, beseeching brown eyes, you sigh. You know you shouldn’t like how much he seems to want to be near you, but after dealing with your family, even if it wasn’t as bad as you expected, it’s really nice. “Alright, how about this? Let me get the food from downstairs and you put on some actually warm clothes and one of the heated blankets. Then you can hang out in the kitchen while I cook.”

He grins, looking thrilled with your suggestion. “Okay, yeah.” He gives a vigorous nod. “I can do that.” He lets go of you with some reluctance before gently pushing you towards the stairs back down. “Hurry back.”

You smile as you shake your head, going back down to grab the necessary groceries. Luckily, Nell had labeled everything, including what order was likely best. Cracking open the first box reveals some of the pre-prepared and frozen meals. You quickly find the stew blend and head back up.

Heshi’s still not back yet, which you hope means he’s taking the time to find adequate warm clothing, so you set about starting the fire. Once that’s going, you begin portioning off enough stew for the two of you to have for dinner. 

You’re glad you hear Heshi moving across the floor because he doesn’t say anything before wrapping around you once more. “Heshi!” you try to scold, but your giggle ruins it. While you lean over the pot you’re sliding the stew mix into, Heshi has carefully wound his arms so as not to hamper your movements. His right arm drapes over your shoulder and down you front while his left slides around your waist. With your back firmly to his chest, it's like wearing a very odd cross-body satchel. “Really?”

At least you can see the long sleeves of his white kurta, so he did put on some proper layers. He doesn’t respond to your half-hearted protests, moving easily with you as you go over to hang the pot over the fire—although he doesn’t help carry it either.

As you situate it properly and start to stir it, he just tightens his grip around your middle—luckily not tight enough to cause discomfort, but certainly enough that you can’t forget he’s holding you like this. “You’re so soft,” Heshi sighs from his favorite place, the crook of your neck.

You blame the fire’s heat for the red in your face. Normally, you’d be more self-conscious about such a comment, but he sounds so sincere, you can’t find it in you to contradict him. You settle for just muttering, “shut up," and not taking your eyes off the slowly heating up stew. He chuckles in response and nestles closer.

You work in a comfortable silence before you're confident enough to shuffle over to the water pump, Heshi at your heels the entire way, to get you both a drink. He downs his remarkably fast. When he even deigns to let go of you for his refill, it's enough to stir up your concern all over again. He seems warmer now, he certainly has more layers on, but the fact that he’s up at all can’t be good, nor can how worried he’s been. You hadn’t meant to stress him out by bringing him into all of your family nonsense.

When he refills his cup for a third time and only sips at it, you scoot the two of you back over to the stew and the fire, wanting to keep him as warm as possible. Once the food is done, you’ll have to make sure you convince him to let you take it back to his room so he can slide back into his nest. You place your hand over his and trace along the veins and bones you can feel. Is he too thin? You’ve never seen him so soon after he’s woken up and he doesn’t seem anywhere close to starvation thin.

If he starts to drift off after you’ve eaten, you should just call it a night and stay if he asks. Maybe tomorrow at the library, you should look into—

“’M sorry,” Heshi says against your skin, sounding almost shy.

“What are you talking about?” Had he said something while you were worrying?

“That I’m being so clingy,” he says, subdued, and you realize he’s not just burrowed as tight against you because he wants to, like usual. He’s hiding because he’s embarrassed. “I’m not normally like this, even waking up from hibernation. I don’t mean to be both—”

“Whoa, no,” you hurry to correct. “You are not bothering me. Hey, hey,” you slide a hand under his chin and try to encourage him to meet your eyes. He does so with great reluctance, but soon his sheepish eyes are locking on your own. “If you were bothering me, I’d have said so. I promise.”

“Really?” 

“Look, I know I’m more easy to compromise than some other people I know,” you shoot him a teasing smirk that he returns, “but if something pisses me off or annoys me—especially if it happens all the time—I speak up, okay?” He nods, but he’s biting his lip, still obviously a little unsure of his welcome. “Do I ever have any trouble telling you when you’re being annoying otherwise?”

That gets him to laugh and shake his head. “No.”

“Exactly.” 

This time when he tugs out of your grip on his chin, you let him. He pulls back a little, only to raise up to his more usual height, a few inches taller than you, and turns you around for a proper embrace. You melt against him easily. There’s nothing quite like getting a hug from a naga. His arms wrap around you firmly as he bends over to press a kiss to the top of your head. You swear, he must do things like that just to make you blush and heat up. His tail too, wraps around both of you, thick and strong, keeping you pressed against him.

“Have I told you how glad I am that you’re here?” Heshi asks, his voice low and warm. It feels more intimate than usual, the way he’s murmuring into your hair, as entwined as he can get with you while you’re both still standing. It also feels different because it's not in his nest, its own secret world, but in your now shared kitchen, while the last rays of daylight still filter through the window.

“You might have mentioned it,” you allow, too comfortable and warm and happy for your usual self-consciousness. “Once or twice.”

[Part Seven]

[dreamy-jaeger]

Love Thy Neighbor | Ch. 7

Neighbor!AU, Eren Jaeger x Fem!Reader

Content: Enemies to Lovers, angst, smutish

Warnings: Masturbation, mentions of sex, 18+, MINORS DNI

Summary: The aftermath of the fight is strange to say the least. Things are seemingly back to normal. Epiphanies are made. 

A/N: HI GUYS! I am so sorry it took so long to get this chapter out >_< but it’s here now! I apologize that this is on the shorter side! but nonetheless I hope you enjoy :D

Chapter 7

Life is strange. At one moment, two people are fighting. They’re yelling at each other at the top of their lungs. Passion filling the room, desperate to come out in any form, whether that is anger or lust. In this particular situation, that passion can’t be harnessed in a way that would leave them breathless and euphoric. So they settle for the former rather than the latter. These two people were angry. Angry at each other and maybe angry at the pent up sexual frustration that seemed to follow them around like a monster stalking its prey. But neither of them would admit that second part out loud. Hence the reason they were fighting.

But then, in the very next moment— or rather the day after, it was as if nothing happened. The usual cheerful greetings and friendly smiles were still present in the elevator that slowly creaked it’s way up the seventh floor after a hard day’s work. And that's what made life so strange. At least for Y/N. 

Never in her life had she been in that big of a fight with someone, and then the next day have it be so easily forgotten. She had never cried that many tears to wake up with a fresh face, and a clarity she didn’t really understand. And for some reason she didn’t really expect Eren to be all that chipper either. But he was normal. He was fine. And so was she. 

This was just how it was between the two of them. They played pretend. It was what they always seemed to do. They fall into their roles of neighbors because it was easy. And even if there’s a crack in their facade, one that could break it down in its entirety, they just seal it up. Layers and layers of plaster that cover up that crack until it’s a brand new wall. A stronger wall. 

A wall that stood between them now, built by exchanged niceties and the usual shallow banter.

“How was work?” Eren asked as the elevator continued its journey upwards. Y/N looked up at Eren, finding genuine interest displayed on his features. She shrugged, shifting her gaze back to the moving numbers above the door. Level 4.

“The same as always.” She responded. Eren raised an eyebrow.

“For some reason, I feel like there's more to that statement.” He said. 

“What do you mean?” Y/N chuckled, her features holding a hint of surprise.

“It’s just the way that you said it.” It was Eren’s turn to shrug.

Y/N sighed, bringing a hand up to scratch at her temple. She wondered if it should be concerning that this man could read her so well. But now that she was here with him in this small moving room, Y/N couldn’t help but succumb to the listening ear Eren was providing.

“I guess I’ve just been feeling uninspired lately.”

Eren nodded, a soft, understanding ‘ah’ protruding from his lips as he did. He didn’t provide any input, but he didn’t need to. Y/N knew that he was there just to hear what she had to say. So surprisingly, to both of them, she continued.

“They’ve just been putting me on a lot of surface-level projects.” Y/N told him, she chuckled, a bit bashfully and added “Everything that I’ve been coming up with just seems so… staged.”

There was a usual response to this complaint of hers. She’s gotten it many times from colleagues, managers, and even the occasional unknown stranger that she foolishly confided in at the dinner parties she was dragged to by her friends. They always ask her the same thing. Isn’t that the point of photography? Isn’t everything staged these days? Especially if it’s for a magazine? Y/N was so used to this pattern that she had her own ready for these questions. She always just nodded, telling them that they were right and then moved on from the conversation. There wasn’t any point trying to make them understand where she was coming from. So she held her breath, expecting the same outcome from the man beside her.

“That’s boring.” Eren said instead. Y/N’s eyes snapped towards Eren once more.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend you or anything.” He quickly said, mistaking her look of surprise to one of offense. “It’s just… I feel like I’m not alone in wanting to see something more real, you know?”

“Exactly.” Y/N breathed, her eyebrows furrowing. Confused by the fact that she agreed with Eren on something. The doors dinged to announce their arrival to their floor. They both stepped off the elevator, and it was assumed that the conversation would end there. But Eren continued, his steps slow to match her own as they walked down the hall.

“There’s this photo.” Eren started, pulling his keys from his pocket. “It’s of me and my best friend, Armin. We were in a play together for school, and my mom took forever trying to get us into our costumes. She eventually got us into them and corralled us in front of our house for a picture.”

Eren chuckled, shaking his head at the rest of the story that was still unknown to Y/N. She smiled softly, quite liking how Eren looked when he reminisced. She stayed silent as he continued.

“She got a pretty nice photo. You can find it in our living room now. We look like perfect angels.” He laughed, “But then, right after that photo was taken. Armin and I ripped off our costumes and started running around the lawn in our underwear. My mom was furious. Armin’s grandpa, however, found it hilarious, and he picked up mom's camera and took a picture of the whole mess.”

Eren laughed and Y/N did as well. It was nice. They were normal. 

“My mom likes to hide that picture.” He told her. “But I like it way more than the one in our living room. There’s just something about it.”

“It’s the moment in between.” Y/N whispered. They stopped in front of her door. Eren looked at her as if she put his exact thoughts into words. Even if they didn’t make sense to anyone else. He looked at her with parted lips.

“Yeah.” He agreed, his tone soft. “Those moments are way better than anything staged.”

They stared at one another. The facade slowly crumbling as they did. Y/N felt that weird tug in her heart that pulled her towards Eren. Always finding her at the most inopportune moments. She opened her mouth to say something. But her phone started ringing, sucking out any tension that was creeping into that hallway. Eren took a step back.

It was Bertholdt. Eren saw his name flash across her screen. His stomach dropped.

“I should take this.” Y/N murmured.

“Yeah, of course.” Eren nodded. They stared at each other for a second longer before the hallway was left empty. 

Eren stood with his back pressed against his front door. Trying hard not to think about the conversation that was now taking place.

Y/N let her phone go to voicemail as Eren’s words rang in her ears. The facade that she held onto in that elevator completely disappeared. The wall breaking down, the foundation was always weak with the feeble lies that held it together. 

~

Y/N ended up calling Bertholdt back. It did take a couple of hours. Internal conflict is not easy to sort through. She spent those hours, pacing her living room and trying to understand what she felt towards the man next door. 

She’d cross the room, from one end to the other, feeling reassured by her opinion on Eren. But then, by the time she turned, and made it back to where her pacing began she would feel the complete opposite.

She would head towards the window. She’d realize that most of the time she hated him. It was easy. He was arrogant, disrespectful, and he had the annoying habit of pushing all of her buttons rather than leaving her alone. 

But then as she started back towards her kitchen, she also realized that it’s hard to ignore the constant tugging of her heart whenever she was around him. Because even if he was being arrogant, or disrespectful, between the cracks he snuck in genuine kindness that had Y/N second guessing herself. And she found that she likes spending time with him. She liked hearing what he had to say, and she liked the small facts about him that he confided her with. But realizing that she liked those things about him, reminded her of the word. 

Like. Like. Like. Say it enough times and it starts to sound like a fake word. One that doesn’t exist. And technically, it doesn’t exist. At least not for Eren and Y/N. He told her last night that he didn’t like her. And that’s when her internal conflict came to an end.

Why waste her time figuring out her feelings about a guy who admitted he didn’t like her? When she had a perfectly nice man calling her phone, who had proven that he was in it for the long haul. She dialed his number before doubt could find her again. And now they had their third date set for the upcoming weekend.

Three days away. Three days of more internal conflict. But she forced it out of her mind. She was determined to think only of Bertholdt. 

Of course, run-ins with Eren were inevitable with a seventy-two hour window. Y/N saw him a total of four different times. (Yes, she was counting, to her dismay). Mostly they ran into each other in the parking lot like they always did. And every single time they acted like nothing happened. They were back to that weird but fine line of neighbors bordering on friends. 

He cracked his usual jokes, she would always roll her eyes at him and everything that could’ve been more between them was forgotten. There were no more instances that had the wall between them deteriorating. And it was a relief to Y/N. She could go to bed at night and not stay up for hours, tossing and turning wondering what the hell could possibly be going on in Eren’s pretty little head. But somewhere lost within her blissful ignorance, there was a pang of disappointment. A form of disappointment that almost had Y/N wanting to take a sledgehammer to the stupid wall they built. 

But she didn’t notice it. Or at least she forced herself not to. Instead she kept her promise to herself. Her thoughts revolved around one man. And it was the man who was now beside her. One hand on the steering wheel with the other placed lightly on her thigh. His thumb brushing up and down her skin and lightly trailing at the hem of her skirt.

Stopped at a red light, the brunette shifted his hand to clasp around Y/N’s fingers. He brought her hand up to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on her cold skin. She looked over at him, his features defined by the red glow of the traffic light, a soft smile graced her features at the small affection. 

“Where are you taking me?” She asked for the third time that night.

“I thought I told you that it was a surprise.” Bertholdt grinned at her, dropping their intertwined hands back into her lap as the light turned green. The engine rumbled softly as they pressed forward. Intermingling with the sounds of the stereo playing an old rock song Y/N had never heard of. 

“Just give me a hint.” Y/N responded, ignoring him. “Please, I need to know.”

“Haven’t you ever heard the phrase ‘curiosity killed the cat’?” He laughed. 

“Am I gonna die on this date?” She questioned, raising a brow at him and earning more of his soft laughter as he shook his head.

“No, but you’ll regret it if you spoil the surprise for yourself.” He jokingly chided. Y/N slumped slightly in her seat, not really knowing if she enjoyed being in the dark like this. And she was also a bit annoyed that Bertholdt wouldn’t give her the information. She wondered if she would be annoyed if it was anyone else that was sitting in the front seat. 

Before the reality of that thought process could find the girl, she sat up in her seat, a gasp escaping her lips. Her attention was caught by colorful flashing lights that came into view when Bertholdt turned a corner. A ferris wheel stood high into the sky, colorful tents littered the ground surrounding it, all sorts of rides scattered across the football playfield of a local highschool. Y/N peeled her eyes away from the glorious display to find Bertholdt giddy in his seat.

“That’s the exact reaction I was hoping for.” He told her as he began to turn into the designated parking lot for the carnival.

“How did you find out about this?” Y/N asked.

“I went to school here. I remembered that they put on this festival every spring, so I figured I’d look into it.” Bertholdt shrugged, putting the car in park. He leaned back in his seat running a hand through his short hair as he looked at her. “Do you like it?”

“I do.” Y/N smiled, her tone of voice soft. Feeling butterflies from the fact that Bertholdt put in time and effort into their date. Bertholdt grinned, leaning over the center console to place a chaste kiss on the girl’s lips. Y/N sighed contentedly as he then got out of the car to open the door for her. So many good signs that pointed towards Bertholdt being the right choice. Y/N was sure of her decision as they walked hand in hand towards the shining entrance, the gravel crunching beneath their feet with every step. 

Y/N felt like a little kid. Her excitement followed her throughout the whole evening as she and Bertholdt went from one ride to the next. Her eyes were stimulated by the colorful displays of light and the crowds of people, she could barely hear herself think from the rambunctious kids that ran around the playfield and the joyful screams that accompanied each ride. The scent of fried dough and popcorn swirled through the air and Y/N felt the perfect mix of nostalgia and excitement.

It felt like she was constantly smiling or laughing. Her cheeks were beginning to hurt.  She felt giddy with the way Bertholdt always seemed to be touching her. Whether it was his hand in hers, his side pressed up against her own in their seats for each ride, or how they were now, with his arms around her waist as they waited in line. His front pressed close to her back and his chin resting on her head. They were the classic obnoxious couple that shamelessly indulged in PDA. They looked happy. And they looked perfect.

The best part was with Bertholdt’s affection, Y/N hadn’t thought of Eren once. She was too focused on the present moment, a first for her. She always felt like she was always stuck in her own head. But now she was living freely and enjoying her time with her could-be-boyfriend.

Maybe the fight with Eren needed to happen. Maybe that was exactly what she needed so that she could finally feel a sense of peace. And that was all she felt as Bertholdt held her from behind. His lips pressing soft kisses to the crown of her head every so often. She doubted that Eren would ever hold her like this in public. Or at all for that matter. Not that she wanted him to. 

Y/N was pulled from her thoughts by Bertholdt taking a step forward as the line shifted, he pushed her leg with his own, making her fall into step with him. Y/N giggled at his efforts to keep himself attached to her.

“Do you want me to win you a teddy bear or would that be too cliche?” Bertholdt then asked, his line of sight directed to the games they had not yet tried out.

“I happen to like cliches, thank you very much.” Y/N teased, turning around so that she could snake her arms around his waist. Bertholdt smiled down at her, placing a hand on her face as he leaned down to kiss her lips.

“Is that so?” Bertholdt asked between kisses. “Then how about I kiss you in the rain next. Or chase you through an airport.”

“Or you could come home with me.” Y/N said, a bit surprised with her own boldness. Bertholdt was too, his eyes were wide. 

“What?” Bertholdt breathed, he pulled back so that he could get a better look of the girl's face.

“It’s the third date...” She told him, “Isn’t that another cliche?”

Bertholdt looked at her with parted lips, his cheeks were tinted a bright shade of red, and his eyes were wide with surprise. Y/N bit her lip, her stomach flipping with nerves, not really knowing how Bertholdt would react to such a bold move. His gaze flickered down to her mouth where her bottom lip was tucked between her teeth. 

“You said you liked cliches?” Bertholdt questioned, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip. Y/N nodded up at him, her eyes darkened as she thought of where this conversation might lead to. Bertholdt swallowed and then leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke.

“Then I guess it’s within my duty to do what makes you happy.” He said, his voice deep with want.

It was a nice surprise that Y/N felt her stomach flip and a shiver go down her spine as a reaction to Bertholdt’s words. A sultry smile slowly took over her features as she leaned forward, the tall brunette meeting her in the middle to capture her lips with his own. They were lost in another bout of PDA, this time far more shameful as it garnered glares from mothers standing in line with their children. But they paid them no mind, only separating when the college kid working the ride called them forward. 

Y/N smiled bashfully at the bored worker but he only waved them through with a neutral expression, probably used to the romantic scenarios that always bloomed in the setting of a carnival. Especially when he had to work the line for the ferris wheel. A ride that offered the view of the entire city, painted with pink and gold under the setting sun. It was the perfect scene to finish off their perfect date. And as Bertholdt softly kissed her lips when their gondola reached its peak, Y/N was certain that she had made the right choice. 

~

This was supposed to be easy. Eren had probably done this a hundred times— No, a thousand times, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t stop failing. This wasn’t like him. He was better than this.

But after the small character on his computer screen died for the twentieth time that night, Eren thought he must’ve lost his mojo. He groaned as he was sent back to the last save station, his avatar back at full health but Eren’s motivation was completely drained from his body. He considered shutting off the game, but if he did that his brain would turn back on. And he didn’t want to think about the other thing that was supposed to be easy. So he pressed on, his character moving forward, collecting the things he dropped when he died. But of course, now that the thought had popped into his head, Eren couldn’t help but start thinking about it again. 

Just like this game was supposed to be, it was supposed to be easy to forget about a girl. He had done that countless times before, to the point where he even questioned his own humanity. Why was it that he was so unattached to the women before, but when it came to Y/N he couldn’t move on. What was so different about this situation?

Was it because he saw her on a daily basis? Did the constant reminder of her face bring back unfinished business everytime? If that was the case, then what even was the unfinished business? They had decided a couple of nights ago that what happened between them meant nothing. So there was no business to be unfinished. Just a mistake that happened to be the most invigorating sexual experience he ever had. And he didn’t even get off.

Eren’s character almost fell into a pit of lava as he suddenly came to an epiphany. That’s right! He didn’t even get off! Maybe this was all just a horrible case of blue balls. He couldn’t stop thinking about that night because of his pent up sexual frustration. It couldn’t be anything deeper than that, because as he’s proven to himself before, Eren is completely incapable of feelings. It’s not that Y/N was intoxicating and addicting. Eren was just his usual pervy self.

He almost wanted to laugh with relief when he finally came to that conclusion. All he had to do was get his dick wet and he’d be cured. He could go down to one of the many bars that littered this city and find someone right now to help him out with his little problem. 

But why rush? Now that he knew what his problem was Eren felt far more comfortable in his skin. The gaming chair beneath him creaked as he leaned back, the game becoming a lot easier now that his head was free from the unfamiliar turmoil. Eren went through the motions of the final boss fight, this time emerging victorious. 

Eren wasn’t even sure why he let himself get caught up in the girl next door anyways. This was always who he was meant to be. Why change his lifestyle when he could just continue what he was doing and lead a perfectly happy life. He didn’t have to worry about Y/N or that stupid fight, because they had already moved on from it. Who cares if there were things left unsaid. As far as he was concerned those things didn’t even exist. 

With a clear conscience Eren finished the game within the hour. His eyes were stinging and his fingers were a bit numb, but he didn’t care. That was the best session he had in a while. And it was all thanks to his genius thought process. He should’ve known that doing something familiar would bring him back to his usual demeanor. Eren was almost made a fool for no reason. 

A content sigh escaped his lips as his muscular arms stretched towards the ceiling, releasing the tension that had found his body from hours of sitting at his desk. He looked at the digital clock that sat on his nightstand to find that it was only a little past nine, leaving so much time in the night to express his newfound freedom from the shackles of his mind. Maybe he would call Armin and see if he was down to go out with him. Eren was in such a good mood he didn’t even care if he brought his girlfriend, forcing him to be the third wheel. He was just ready to have a good time. 

As Eren tugged his phone out from the pocket of his sweats, his other hand fiddled with the power button of his PC. The annoying music that played throughout the scrolling credits of the game immediately ceased, the fans attached to his device slowing down leaving Eren alone with the silence of the night as he stood from his seat.

His thumb scrolled down his most recent calls, his attention averted towards the small screen to find the name of his best friend. But that’s when he heard it.

Eren wasn’t sure at first. He thought that maybe it was the apartment building shifting on its foundation. Or maybe the wind whistling through a crack in his window.

But then it happened again.

And again.

And he remembered his windows couldn’t open. And that the building was brand new. And the sound that he was hearing was most definitely the sweet moans that he’s only heard once before.

Y/N was moaning on the other side of that extremely thin wall.

Eren’s blood pressure spiked. Heat rose to his cheeks. And there was a very familiar stirring in his sweats. 

He couldn’t believe it. Was miss holier-than-thou really pleasuring herself right now? Eren’s heart was beating a mile a minute. Was this payback? Did she… Did she want him to hear her?

Eren swallowed harshly, his throat suddenly dry as his dick rose to full mast at the thought that Y/N was touching herself for him. 

He wanted to leave. He probably should have. This felt like an invasion of privacy. And who was he to assume that Y/N would masturbate just so that Eren could hear her?

But then again… She knew exactly how thin these walls were. And Eren had found that he was completely frozen in place. He willed himself to move. To take the first step out of that room so that he wouldn’t invade Y/N’s personal space. But something funny happened.

Instead of taking a step back, his feet moved forward. And once he took that first step, it was like a string was pulling him. He took another step forward. And another. And another. Until he was practically pressed up with his ear against the wall.

Fuck, he really was a pervert. 

But he couldn’t help it. Her moans were so whiny and needy, and they were so close to forming into a word. And maybe that word would be his name.

Eren’s chest was heaving up and down with tortured breaths. The sound of her immediately bringing him back to the night he ate her out. He remembered how her lips felt against his. How her teeth felt biting at his lower lip. And he thought of her pretty little pussy. Soaking wet, just for him. He was hoping that she was in that same state now. Just for him. 

His fingers were itching to find their way into his sweatpants. His erection was aching and throbbing and he wanted to wrap his hand around his shaft, bring himself to orgasm in time with the girl on the other side of the wall. His knuckles were turning white from how hard he had to fight himself to not indulge in that desire.

But then Y/N let out the sexiest noise he ever heard. Almost like she was begging for something more than what she was getting in that room of hers. Eren wanted to give it to her. He needed to give it to her. But he couldn’t. So to find any sense of release, he let his wandering hand slip past the elastic of his pants. His fingers easily found the hot skin of his cock, a sigh escaped his lips, and he smoothed his hand up to the head of his leaking cock, instantly met with the mess that Y/N caused. A moan almost left his lips, but he had to be quiet.

Or… did he? If Y/N knew just how thin these walls were, and she was being this loud as she touched herself. Wouldn’t it only be natural to give her a reaction? Eren began lazily stroking his cock, the pleasure already building up from every touch. He wished it was her hand, but this would have to do. His movements were quicker, more concise and sure of what he wanted. He opened his mouth, another moan settling at the back of his throat. It started to roll forward, reaching the tip of his tongue. Y/N was about to find out that she wasn’t alone in the sexual exploration of herself— 

But then Eren found out that she hadn’t been alone at all. 

Bertholdt's rough grunts protruded through the night. Eren’s heart dropped to his stomach. His hand snapped away from his hardened cock, he took a large step back which caused him to topple over the gaming chair that was still left out from when he stood. He scrambled back up, moving as far away from their shared wall as he could. His back pressed up against the door to his bedroom. His breathing heavy, not from lust, but from horror.

Y/N wasn’t touching herself. She was fucking Bertholdt. Eren wanted to punch himself. Or Bertholdt. He held back the embarrassed groan that threatened to escape his lips. 

Screwing his eyes shut, Eren tried to get back to the mindset and clarity he had found earlier in his gaming chair. But that was becoming increasingly difficult as Bertholdt grew louder and louder. Drowning out the beautiful sound of Y/N’s moans.

And for some reason that annoyed the hell out of Eren. His jaw was clenched as he glared at the wall.

Another epiphany hit Eren at that moment. One that erased the stupid fucking conclusion he came up with only minutes prior. 

Eren wanted to be the one to make Y/N sound like that.

He wanted to be the only one. 

Wait— What?

Before he could realize the truth of that statement— or rather ignoring the truth— Eren grabbed the sweatshirt he left on his bed earlier that day. He threw it over his torso as he wrenched open the door to his bedroom and trudged through his apartment, far away from any noise that Bertholdt might be making. Or any noise he might be causing Y/N to make. And with a great big slam of his front door, Eren went out into the night, hoping that his fucked up brain would come to it’s senses. But somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew that his hope was most likely wasted.

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A/N: Well... the thin walls finally came to bite Eren in the ass... also I guess I could’ve made this chapter longer by writing out the sex scene between Bertholdt and Y/N but... I didn’t want to lol. Anyways! I hope you enjoyed this chapterrrrr :) Feel free to message me :D

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