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prismaticpichu · 1 year

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Concept: experimental modified time materia brought out in sparring malfunctions somehow and now Zack and the Banora duo have a lil Sephling on their hands

LITTLE SEPH!!!!!! <333 Ahhhh this is glorious!!!

I would love to write this out some day dhdhdhd! I don’t have the full energy rn, but bc it’s such a phenomenal idea, I will try my best with one of my good ol’ fic/synopsis hybrids!

For a long while, everyone just stares, three mouths agape and three eyes struck with lightning. One minute they’re sparring, four swords going at it in at blazing speed. And the next—

“WHAT DID YOU DO, PUPPY?!” Genesis roars, whirling around to face the absolutetively befuddled Zack. See?This is why they don’t invite him to their TRAINING SESSIONS. The squirt was a walking heartbeat of destruction, pop songs, and comically large slip-ups. Nothing good ever happened when he was around.

“Don’t look at me!” Zack tries to defend himself. “All I did was cast Stop!”

Angeal gives a slow, incredulous blink, molasses on his lashes. “You stopped him alright.”

Meanwhile, at their feet, a 3yo Demon of Wutai cocks his head, sitting on his butt, his clothes and armor having conveniently shrunk to fit the size of his regression. Not Masamune though. That thing is abandoned on the floor, unaffected and forgotten.

“…Doc’ors?” Sephiroth blinks, his catlike eyes wide and round and sponging up most of the green in his eyes, his quicksilver hair gushing all the way down to his lap. Who are these people? They’re tall. And big. They aren’t wearing white coats either. One looks strong. One looks like he’s ready to explode. One of their heads’ looks like a mop.

Upon hearing him speak, hearing him squeak in his little Seph voice, Zack’s heart completely melts; all his bafflement and paranoia and most likely sense of reality is zapped away as he scoops up the little guy, raising him high in the air Simba-style.

“Ohhh look at you! You’re like a little doll! in ShinRa wear, Seph! Look at those eyes! Those pauldrons! Boop!”

Angeal and Genesis proceed to watch in deadlike silence as Zack boops the little guy’s nose, raising him up and down and up and down and upsy daisy and downsy daffodil. Seph is frozen at first, these gestures completely and utterly alien… but it’s not long before he’s clapping his hands and little giggles are bubbling from his throat. He likes mop head!

“Would you cut that out?!” Genesis roars suddenly—loud enough to startle the poor baby Seph, consequently causing him to start crying in the puppy’s arms. Zack’s face immediately hardens as he hugs Seph close, and now it’s his turn to whirl around in disapproval. Yeah, GENESIS.

“Hey! Be gentle with him!” Zack scolds, little Seph clutching at the fabric of his collar.

“That is Sephiroth, you nimrod! Do you not see the issue here?”

“The issue is that you’re scaring him!”

“He’s… SEPHIROTH.”

Angeal is wondering where the nearest retail shop is hiring.

After some intelligent discussion, baby Seph is brought back to Angeal’s place—just for the time being. And here’s where the fun starts! Everyone needs to chip in! Sephiroth is thirsty, first things first, having been plopped on the couch next to Zack. Zack is scrolling through the educational TV channels as Angeal fishes out a water bottle out from the fridge, walking it over—

“What’s that?”

Angeal stops in his tracks, blinking in surprise. “It’s water,” he explains—how is he supposed to talk to his friend? Like a preschool teacher? Like a therapist?

Seph’s confusion doesn’t fade. “Hojo always give me water in bowl.”

Zack pauses on Blue’s Clues.

…Excuse him?

Seph proceeds to explain that Hojo always gives him water—and, and food—in a little bowl that sounds suspiciously similar to a dog bowl. Angeal is dumbfounded, having to move Seph’s hands to hold the water bottle right while Genesis throws some untasty swears out there (covering his ears ofc). Zack, meanwhile, is floating somewhere between anger and an ache he can’t even pinpoint. All he knows is that he’s suddenly hugging Seph close, squishing his doll-sized leather jacket against his chest. That wasn’t cool, glasses man >:(

Following water break is play time! Zack whips out some crayons and paper to doodle with Seph while Angeal and Genesis prepare dinner—on a plate, thank you. Zack goes on to doodle some very nice pictures~ a giraffe, a river, a flamingo. He’s laughing and telling jokes with baby Seph, casually glancing over after a while to see—

“Uh, bud… what’s that?”

Seph doodled what can only be described as a pile of spaghetti—spaghetti that’s green, and has a face, and is dripping slime, and that has a bloody splotch for one of its eyes.

“I see her in dreams sometimes,” Seph says then, surprisingly blanched of emotion. “She visits me.”

Aight! Art time’s over!

“SEPHIROTH! GIVE ME BACK MY BOOK!”

No one could have predicted the Zoomies.

It was all going so smoothly…! Seph was pajama-ed, he had his teeth brushed, he was all snug and toasty and ready for bed—!

And he had Genesis’ favorite copy of Loveless. And zipping around the apartment at Mach 5 speed. And bouncing from furniture to furniture. And singing the Blue’s Clues song.

“C’mon, Seph…” Genesis finally corners him, bringing down his voice. “Give it back to your old buddy Genesis.”

“Okie!” Seph chirps, and proceeds to chuck the book with all his prodigious strength, hitting Genesis square in the nose. Bingo! He scored a touchdown!

“Nice shot!” Zack calls from across the room.

It’s bedtime! Angeal and Genesis collapse from exhaustion, Seph settled on the couch with a pillow and blankie. Zack takes an air mattress beside him, having even lent his favorite dragon plushie to the little bean to sleep. He loves it! All is well, the apartment falls silent, the craziness of the day and all its sci-fi stupidity fading away into a blessed oasis of peace.

Until the sobbing starts.

The sound is low, dim, stifled… a broken song that is being cracked between Sephiroth’s lips. Zack stirs immediately, shaking the little Seph awake and propping him up. Seph’s eyes are streaked with tears, glistening with beads of Mako-blue as Zack delicately gazes at him. His heart pretzels.

“What’s wrong, little bud…?”

Seph snivels, wiping his tears on Muffin the dragon. “I see her. She’s here. She says I should hurt you. Hurt two guys too.” His sobs break into something louder, splintering, and Zack can’t take it a moment longer; he settles himself on the couch and brings little Seph close, cocooning his arms around him, swaddling him, letting him cry into his chest. He doesn’t move, not an inch. Not even as Seph’s sobs slowly ebb and a faint snore replaces them.

Eventually, the warmth bubbled against him, breathing into him in calm, slow zephyrs, Zack closes his eyes and falls asleep.

Thankfully, in this case, time materia is temporary! Woooo! It’s very strange when Sephiroth wakes up in Zack’s arms, wearing onesie pajamas and holding a plushie. Very strange indeed.

“Oh…” Zack pulls back, coral flaring on his cheeks. “Hi Sephiroth!”

Sephiroth doesn’t say a word. He just glances down, absorbing the floofy sleepwear, his expression steely as a block of steel.

“Seph—“

“Don’t.” Sephiroth says, straightening, and steps over his sleeping best friends as he makes his way to the door.

#ffvii #crisis core #randomness #asks #ty!!#sephiroth #zack fair #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #weenie hut jrs #no questions plz #we praise the tiny bean!#Hojo’s getting some serious makeovers- you know it #jenova #professor hojo

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thebadgerclan · 2 years

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Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: Things need to change...

Cinderella and her Prince Charming had finally met their match in you and your husband, Anthony Bridgerton. Yours was a love match, a love that had blossomed seemingly overnight, one that was passionate and unending. The wedding was extravagant, every member of the ton vying for a seat at the ceremony. Anthony took you on a trip to Wales; nearly a month spent on the coast, just the two of you. Every day was spent in your husband’s embrace, strolling along the beaches, exploring the town near your lodgings, tangled in the sheets.

You knew that upon your return to London, Anthony’s duties and responsibilities would take a fair amount of his time, so when you woke up a few mornings to an empty bed or ate dinner alone a few times a week, you didn’t think very much of it. It was when these occurrences became more frequent, so frequent that Anthony coming to bed when you did, rose when you did, ate his meals with you, were a rarity, that you knew this would not go on. You’d only been married for two months for heaven’s sake, if this was how the rest of your life was to play out…you could not even fathom.

It was late now, and Anthony was in his study; doing what you had no clue. He’d taken all his meals there today, claiming he needed to focus on his work. The maids were certainly gossiping at this point, and you would tolerate no such thing in your household. You settled into bed–alone–and drifted into a fitful sleep. When you woke, you were alone, not that that was a surprise at this point, and called for your maid to help you dress.

Once you were presentable, you made your way downstairs, seeking Anthony’s valet. “Pardon me,” you said. “Where is my husband?” “The Viscount is in his study, My Lady, but I believe he is rather busy.” “I’m sure he will not mind the intrusion, Stevens. Thank you.” There was purpose in your steps as you walked the corridors, your heels clicking on the wood floor. You were raised to be a good wife; to know how to run a household, how to present a tea service, how to host a ball, but you were not raised to be a silent wife.

Your Mama’s advice was serving you well now as you rapped your knuckles against the door of Anthony’s study. When no answer came, you pushed the door open, finding your husband at his desk. “Dearest,” he greeted with a smile, which made anger flare in your chest. “What are you doing here?” You breathed deeply as you moved to stand before his desk, forcing yourself to remain calm. “If I have done something to offend or displease you, then I insist you tell me now.”

Anthony cocked his head. “What? Y/N, my love, what are you ta-” “You have been avoiding me, I am certain of it. I know that your duties as Viscount will take up some of your time, but you have not come to bed with me once in the past three weeks. Nor have you been there when I woke. You have taken most of your meals here, and when you have dined with me, it has been clear that your mind was elsewhere. My father is a member of the peerage as well, so I know firsthand how much time one’s duties ought to occupy, and it is nowhere as much as this.

“When we were wed, you spent every second of every day with me, and I miss it, Anthony. I miss lying in bed with you until noon, I miss having breakfast with you, I miss you, and I will not put up with this any longer.” You paused, and for the barest second, Anthony looked a bit afraid. “This needs to change, Anthony, and it needs to change now. I love you, and it hurts to think that your love for me might be fading. Now, I am going to tea at my Mama’s.”

Without waiting for a response, you turned and left your husband’s study asking the butler to bring your carriage around. Only when you were alone did you let yourself show any emotion, crying silently. But you stopped your tears and dried your eyes before arriving at your mother’s not wanting to show any sign that anything was amiss. For the afternoon, you managed to put your thoughts of Anthony aside and enjoy time with your mother, but when evening arrived, you had to head home.

It came as no surprise that you were alone in the bedroom, and your maid helped you to dress for bed before leaving you alone. You read for a while before settling in for sleep, resigning yourself to another night spent alone. You woke when the sun shone through the drapes, and you sat up, rubbing your eyes. You got out of bed and pulled on your dressing gown, exiting your room, seeking Anthony out. But he was nowhere to be found, nor was any of the staff.

A lone maid was cleaning in the parlor, and you cleared your throat to announce your presence. “Pardon me, My Lady, I did not see you.” “Do not trouble yourself. Where is everyone?” “His Lordship dismissed them, My Lady.” You cocked your head. “Where is Anthony?” “Last I heard, he was in the kitchens, ma’am.” “Very well, thank you.” The maid curtsied to you and you made your way to the kitchens.

Anthony was standing at the stove, pushing a few strips of bacon around a pan. “Anthony?” you said, making him startle. “My love,” he said, placing a hand over his chest. “What are you doing?” He sighed, setting the spatula down. “Making you breakfast.” It was only then that you saw the spread on the table: eggs, toast, waffles, juice, tea, and the bacon that was cooking on the stone. “Why?” “Because, my love, I am an idiot.”

You laughed, and Anthony came to stand before you, taking your hands in his. “You are right. I have been neglecting you, and I am so very sorry for that. It was never my intention to make you feel slighted, I never meant to shut you out, and I will apologize for as long as you need for you to forgive me. You are right; my duties should not take up as much time as I have been giving them, I do not know why I was putting all of my energy into them, but that ends now.

“Y/N, my beautiful bride, you are the most important thing in my life, and from this day forward, you will be treated accordingly. I love you so much, my darling, and I am so sorry.” He was crying, you were crying, and you reached out to wipe his tears away. “Anthony, I love you too,” you said, and your husband pulled you into his arms. His promise to do better had soothed any ruffled feathers you had, and you pressed a kiss to his jaw.

“I shall make this wasted month up to you,” he said, releasing you to take the bacon off of the stove and moving it onto a plate. Anthony sat you down and served you, kissing your forehead between every spoonful. “If I can look forward to breakfasts like this every day, then you are well on your way.” Anthony laughed as he prepared his own food. “I do not think I can do that, darling,” he said. “I believe I have extended my culinary abilities.” You laughed as your husband sat next to you, kissing his cheek. “I think I can live with that.”

#anthony bridgerton x reader #bridgerton fanfiction #anthony bridgerton x you #bridgerton reader insert

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redheadspark · 2 years

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prompt request: one dropping hints about their feelings, the other one is completely oblivious

which i fully feel fits Druig really well with the whole oblivious thing going on 🤣 but it could also go the other way 💕

Awww sweet @basicrese, this is perfect! thank you dear :)

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Summary: Druig can be a bit oblivious, even as a mind controller and mind reader. Thank God for Kingo and Phastos for snapping him out of it.

Warnings: Just a good ol' fashion fluffy fluff!

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"You can't be that blind."

Druig looked up from his spot, seeing both Phastos and Kingo looking down at him with small looks of judgment and scold on their faces. Druig raised an eyebrow, closing the book in his hands while he was propped against the small awning in the Domo, his favorite spot to read and get away from his family. But in this case, the perfect spot for his family to find him.

"What are you talking about?" Durig asked the pair of them. Kingo rolled his eyes and Phastos huffed.

"You know that she likes you, right?" Phastos asked Druig, seeming a bit annoyed that the mind controller was not picking up on what he was speaking about. Druig paused, cocked his head at the inventor.

"Who?" Druig asked, still not picking up on the subtle clue. It was if on cue that you and Makkari glided into the room, arm and arm and giggling about something Makkari said to you with her nimble fingers. Druig saw you two, as well as Phastos and Kingo as you were laughing whole heatedly and throwing your head back in glee. For a brief moment, Druig almost fumbled his book in his hands for a moment as your laugh sounded like clear chimes on a crips morning, so heavenly to his ears. You paused, seeing the three men there and you waves.

"Hey guys!" You said, your voice light and filled with relaxation. Makkari waved too.

"Hey ladies!" Kingo said back with a wave of his hand. Phastos waved with a nod of his head, and yet Druig just shyly waved at you. He looked eyes with you, making you almost stumble a bit in your step with how his blue eyes were contrasting with your brown ones. You grinned at him, waving back neutrally at him as you kept walking with Makkari out of the room and out of site.

As soon as you were out of the room, the boys whipped back around and glared at Druig again, having Druig look at the pair of them with uneasiness.

"Are you kidding me?!" Kingo said in a snap at Druig, gesturing in the direction where you disappeared with Makkari, Phastos placing his hands on his hips as Druig looked in that area too, "She likes you, Druig! She really likes you!"

"How can the the psychic of the group not get the subtle hints she drops for you?" Phastos asked Druig sarcastically. Druig then sat up a bit, placed his book on the awning surface, and glared at them both.

"First of all, you know I hate it when you call me the 'Psychic', " He stated, then pausing for a quick moment, "And there hasn't been any subtle...hints."

"You're really thick," Kingo said in a low tone, Druig glaring at him as Kingo went on, "She's been dropping so any hints and passes to you the last couple of years. Everyone on the Domo, including Ajak mind you, can see it and yet you can't!" "What hints?" Durig asked, sitting up a bit more and now intrigued with the notion of your trying to make a small move on him.

"For one, she knows your favorites snacks and sneaks them to you during our meetings," Phastos explained, "Clearly she knows you get hangry when you haven't eaten in some time,"

"She was being nice," Druig reasoned.

"How about the times when you got hurt when a Deviant fight," Kingo butted him, Druig's head snapping over to Kingo, "She would get to you and help you before Ajak could. She made sure no one else got close to you, even snapping at Ikaris that one time in Babylonia when he was going to pull you up with your busted arm,"

Druig remembered that day clearly in his mind: his arm coming out of his socket when he was fending off a Deviant from a cluster of humans. You moved in swiftly, killing the Deviant instantly and then tending to Druig. Ikaris thought the wound was minimal, you telling him to back down as soon as he was about to grab Druig's arm. Druig saw anger in your eyes in that split moment: anger and protectiveness.

"She was protecting me," Druig once again reasoned. Kingo and Phastos looked at each other, shocked that Druig was still oblivious to what they were trying to tell him. Phastos then reached over to his arm, shoving his wrist to be seen and the black beaded bracelet hung there on his gangly wrist.

"Hey!" Druig snapped, pulling his arm back as Phastos pointed to the bracelet.

"She made you that for you herself!"He explained, Druig pausing as he looked at Phastos with wide eyes, "Do you not remember when she gave that to you, after that falling out you had with Ajak 20 years back?!"

That night was rough on Druig. He was crying from yelling at Ajak, getting in a argument with her over not being able to help the humans from murdering one another. It pained Druig so bad to the point of feeling so alone. He stormed off to his room, crying openly and silently and feeling useless in not stopping the pain and the torment that humans gave to one another. But when Druig calmed down a bit, you slipped in with sadness in your eyes too. You hated seeing Druig so broken and defeated, sitting on bed with him and letting him cry on your shoulder.

You said nothing but had him unleash that pain next you, then placing that very bracelet in the palm of his hand. Druig looked down, pushing away from of the tears as he stared at the black beaded bracelet with a hint of fondness. He never got a gift from one of the other Eternals before, not as personal as this. You made it yourself, thinking that it would give him some sense of peace. In a split moment, Druig felt some love from you.

Druig never took it off, not once.

Druig blinked few times, looking at the bracelet and having the pieces all clicked together in his mind. You would gravitate to him all the time and he would let you, he would come to you as well when he needed your company. Your presence was a essential comfort for him when things got heavy or tough, and Druig did feel lighter when your hands brushed or your eyes locked.

Did the others know? How did they know before Druig.

"Son of a bitch," Druig said abruptly, flying up from his spot and his book falling to the ground. Before Kingo and Phastos could react, Druig moved out of the room and in the direction to where you and Makkari walked.

"Finally. Took him forever," Druig heard Kingo say in a snort as Druig sped walked down the hallway. Druig had to find you, he was on a mission to do so. How could be so oblivious all this time, with all those moments you both had together in the past? Those hints you gave him were subtle, not even big enough for him to see. But they were there, and now that Druig was realizing it, he had to make sure you knew he saw it too.

Finally, he heard you in your room, moving a bit faster now and stopping right at your door. He felt like his heart was slamming against his chest in a rapid pace, and he felt the beads on his wrist jingling as his hands were almost shaking. He was never one to be afraid to expose his feelings, not ever.

Not until now.

He tapped his knuckles against the door.

"Come in," you said on the other side. Druig opened the door and poked head in, seeing that you were folding some blankets on the top of your bed. Druig gave you a soft smile, seeing you grin widely at him as you stood up completely.

"Hey!" You hummed, walking over to where he was and around your bed, "Everything good?"

"Oh, yes," Druig replied, almost in a stammer as you peered at him, "I was...actually I wanted to see if you wanted...to go on a walk after dinner tonight. Just the two of us,"

Druig saw the warmth almost bursting though your eyes and in your smile. It made his own heart feel like it was going in somersaults, seeing the happiness on your face as you grinned widely and with no hesitance. Druig knew then that he could no longer be oblivious to you, not anymore. Not to you when you looked beautiful and breathtaking.

"I would love to," You replied, Druig grinning in return

The End.

#druig fluff #fanfiction #writing #my love #barry keoghan #druig #eternals #marvel #druig x reader #druig eternals #druig x oc #druig prompt #druig prompts

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neonponders · 2 years

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Okay okay okay okay, I’m jumping on the Minotaur!AU wagon because it’s spicy, but I’ve got an idea with Steve as the minotaur instead ~

(EXCELLENT Minotaur!Billy fics:

To Hold a Bull By the Horns by @lazybakerart & fanart for it by @zayacv

Steve finds Billy in the labyrinth by @ghostofjellyfishforgotten )

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They meet as kids. Like, tiny tot Billy who only knows that Steve’s fur is sooo soft, it’s prime napping material. That’s all he needs to be Steve’s friend.

But as they get older, they face the same things any kid deals with. On Billy’s side, he has his family drama, enforced martial training that he wants to enjoy but loathes. Any chance he gets to go sailing, he takes it, even at the risk of scaring the very land-oriented Steve with him.

On Steve’s side, he hears all the gossip. Was his mother cursed with the madness to love a bull? Was his father unfaithful and inso cursed by the woman leaving their mutant child on his doorstep? Was the entire town cursed as Thebes has been with the sphinx? That the heir of a family they looked up to for leadership in economy and wartime would be dumb as a bull?

But Steve wasn’t dumb. He had a mind like anyone else, and if anything, more feelings than he wanted to deal with.

He hurt as much as Billy, though in different ways. And he, along with the town, observed Billy grow up a little too fast. An odd thing, for gossip to swing in Billy’s direction instead of Steve’s, but the rage in the boy made many wonder if his mother leaving had not been the first time. Perhaps she left so easily for good, because she only used Billy’s father as a surrogate house in which to grow her demi-god child. Then whose was he? Ares, for his wild whims and quickness at learning the blade. Poseidon, for his constant eagerness to be on or in the water. Perhaps his mother had found a rare, male oceanid because of those eyes and hair...

Steve tries. He really tries. He does everything that’s asked of him. Every chore builds up his strength. Every book and conversation sculpts his ability to read a room and adjust his personality to fit it as best as he can.

But his feelings are too large. Every time his words soften for a girl, he gets ridiculed and ostracized. He fancies them, sure, but they’re terrified of mocking laughter and won’t let him so much as befriend them, let alone try any romantic intrigue.

The taunts that he should just be a beast, go into the pastures and take his pick there, finally do him in. He’s just an animal to them. Every chore isn’t giving him renown or compassion. They’d strap him with ropes and yoke if he but let them.

There’s rumor of a labyrinth. Not an actual maze, but a side of the country so magically entangled that it is impossible to escape once entered. Steve figures, if he is a cursed being, perhaps he belongs on cursed land.

He leaves the night his parents discuss such magic and lessons from the Fates. Steve hears his mother’s fear that something can give him the head of a man, but that they’ll never find it. Steve hears his father say that the gods’ lessons are never kind, and that only death would release Steve’s soul from his malformed body.

The only clue to his plans for leaving is how Billy finds him in town, getting his nose and ears pierced. Billy already had his own pretty things adorning his ears. Ever contrary to his father’s upbringing, he wore as much finery as leather.

But he cocks a brow at Steve getting his septum and three piercings in each ear. “So many at once? Healing and infection are serious, you know.”

“I know,” Steve said quietly. His voice did not match his head. A beast ought to have a lower voice, no? He’d taught himself to speak quietly after his voice changed with growth. Maybe his voice would match whatever human face he had in another life, in another universe...

His eyes watered with the pain, but he did not flinch outside of blinking his eyes. Large eyes, creek brown and green eyes. His mother always called his eyes sad, in the way that the most beautiful things are often the saddest parts of life.

Then he packed whatever bags he could reasonably carry with medicine and cleaning balms for his piercings - after he put the gold and jewels into his flesh that his parents had been gifted during his gestation. Little expensive items for a child to wear, and then sell as a man for his first home.

Or for a bull to keep, to buy his way elsewhere, or to pay the ferryman if he failed.

Steve isn’t there to hear the towns’ bells start ringing. Alerting everyone that he was missing and must be found.

Because magical land responds to magical creatures. Steve made good time crossing through the mountain ridge fencing in their valley. He was already in the labyrinth before he realized; observing mushrooms growing back before his eyes when he plucked them to cook for dinner -

“You’re new.”

Steve had already made his peace with the likelihood of never hearing a human voice again, apart from his own. Despite his size, he whirled around with all the speed of his surprise. But now he faced...something else. Something like him - not human on the eyes, but human in the voice.

“If I’m crossing your land, I’m sorry. I’m just passing through.”

“You shouldn’t even be alive.”

He grit his jaw and huffed through his nose. Even monsters were the same, then? He picked up his small campsite and began to continue on through another night -

“I didn’t say you had to leave. I only mean that my eyes kill most people.”

Steve paused, looking back at the woman with snakes for hair. She waved a hand with a woven bracelet on it. “My name’s Robin.”

“That’s ironic,” he blurted.

“It’s not worse than being a siren with such a name. Bird brain and bird name? Terrible.”

Steve breathed easier. “My name’s Stefano. Obviously, I’m not most people.”

He sat back down, and she joined him. He peeked at her sand-colored snake tresses and contrary blue eyes. When she caught him, he wondered if each head was connected with her own, allowing her to see and think from all directions. “Why are you staring at me?”

He shook his great head. He’d filed down his horns before his journey; a last comfort before leaving such files at home. “You remind me of someone.”

“Someone cruel?”

“He tries to be. But no. I know him beyond his cruelty.”

“Mm,” she chirped, and shocked him but dumping a whole bag of shellfish into his skillet. And then pilfering through his spice bag.

“Um...I meant to - to save those,” he urged, trying to get his bag back.

She let him take it, but not without succeeding with two little jars. “We have spices here, don’t worry. But after living so long on the coast, I’m used to raw and flavorless. Finding you is a little treat.”

She pointed those blue eyes on him. “Large, treat, I guess.”

But he slumped as she went about preparing their dinner. “If you have spices, then why don’t you carry them?”

“Because I intended to go back to my place, where they are.”

That lifted Steve’s posture, some. “You...know your way around here?”

The snails and mussels rattled loudly while she stirred, but quieted when she met his gaze. “We know our way around. It’s just land to us. For us. You won’t get lost here - outside of general,” she waved a hand in the air vaguely, “being new and all.”

Steve did not expect such comforts, especially so soon. “Then, there are more like us here?”

She nodded distractedly. “You can stay at my place until you have your own place built. But if you stand up and put a hole in my ceiling, you’re repairing it.”

Steve nodded a little even while he admitted in his quiet way, “I’ve never repaired ceilings before.”

Her hair rustled with its own movement; the snakes easing to one side while she gazed at him on the other. He felt her eyes roam over him, making certain stops on his ears and raiment. “You...grew up in a civilization, didn’t you?”

He nodded. “My parents are blessed in all things except me.”

Robin didn’t even hesitate in her reply: “Are you sure they’re your parents?”

If anyone else had asked him this, he would not have responded kindly. But Robin’s nature and stoic tone made the inquiry feel honest instead of condemning. Steve looked down at himself while he said, “I must be. Why else would they keep me? I have my father’s hands and my mother’s eyes. But something else’s face and tail.”

“Do you?” she exclaimed, and as if on cue, Steve’s tail whipped up to drape and hang between his thighs. “Oh, that’s adorable. Alright, you can stay.”

A small smile curved his features as if she had the power to declare such things. “And all I need are my spices?”

On a more serious notes, she refuted, “No. You need skills to live here.”

“Oh,” he mumbled.

“Like fishing.”

“Oh,” he said more lightly. “There’s water nearby?”

She cocked a brow at him and pointed the flat of her hand at the skillet. “Obviously. What’s a rich boy like you good at?”

One of his ears twitched, causing a metallic twitter to float over his head. “Um. I only really ever carry things. But I’m good at driving!” He recoiled. “I...I’m good with animals. I don’t usually like to admit that. Carts, wagons, ploughs, horses...goats. Dogs - ”

“I get it,” she said softly, amused. “We have all those here.”

“Really?”

“They wander in. They either die like the humans, or go wilder than ever with the food in here. We like to find them before either of those happen, though.”

Steve decidedly liked Robin a whole bunch.

As their meal descended to its final bites, he ventured to ask, “Did you not grow up in a city or village?”

She tilted her head from side to side before swallowing. “Countryside with my sisters and our dad. But dad died young. And my sisters are real bitches.”

Steve coughed on a snail. Robin waited for him to recover before continuing, “I had to leave. I didn’t feel...emotionally safe with them.”

Steve drank from his water container and agreed, “I understand. Are they here too? Since this place is so big and all...?”

“No, thank the stars. They went their own way to live in some cave system in the east. I hear stories every now and then. They still like killing.”

She could feel his question and gave him a little smirk. “It was never my thing. Outside of accidents and food.”

“Accidents,” he repeated before he meant to. “Sorry. I sometimes think aloud at the wrong times.”

“It’s not like it’s a secret,” she reassured. “You’ll see the statues here and there. Regular people who walked into the wrong forest. Met the wrong woman.”

Steve hummed an acknowledging sound before he realized... “The signs and architecture on the way here included statues.”

She smirked, albeit sadly at him. “Those are not for caution. Previous travelers made them in hopes of creating landmarks for themselves to find their way out. If you see signs warning of this place, you’re already lost.”

Steve had thought the signage and statues were odd, compared to the ones commissioned in his city, but who was he to judge artistic vision?

“Stone? You turn people to stone?”

“Mm hm,” she answered simply, flossing her teeth with some kind of string. “Just a glance and they never move again.”

“Wow,” he exhaled wistfully. A couple of snake heads, one on her head and another on her shoulder, glimmered in the firelight as they watched him tranquilly. “What do your neighbors do?”

She snorted softly and told him.

Meanwhile, Billy searched with everyone else. He rode and sailed in a twenty mile radius around their city.

Nothing.

It was an endearing testament and surprise at how Steve’s family insisted they keep searching. When the townsfolk faded back to their regular lives, their surprise turned into annoyance.

“We’ve had fine weather since he left. What if we kill him instead of return him?”

“We’re better off, right?”

“We’re no better or worse. There’s no difference.”

“Then fuck him. He left. No one cries when someone else leaves.”

But as soon as things began to settle, things stirred up again. Steve’s family was not shy about paying handsomely for whoever found their son, but now too were the young women passing whispers.

Billy stepsister told him, “Apparently a lot of dusty old men wanted their daughters to marry Steve. He’s wealthy, even if they think he’s a freak. But I think most of them are liars. The girls, I mean. They all talked so much shit while Steve was here, and now that he’s gone and they’re starting to get married off to strangers, they miss him. They miss how sweet he was to them. I think some are scared because Maria got married off to someone who hits her. Remember when Steve hid inside for a month after charging down that guy who hit Amoretta? Everyone made fun of him, but Steve’s not looking like such a beast anymore.”

Steve was never a beast to Billy. Quite the other way around. Billy was taught and encouraged to kill. He loathed himself for it. With whatever bravado he walked around town, he simmered down in Steve’s company. Longed for it. Longed for the company where Billy could speak quietly and still be heard. How Steve would smuggle instruments from his house for Billy to learn out on his boat. He liked watching Steve sew, and even more how different dyes looked on his dark brown fur, golden tanned skin, and all the tiny moles that united his color scheme.

But Billy was no better than the women. He’d said his fair share of cruel things to Steve, for no other reason that that’s what young boys did.

Now that Steve was gone, it had become abundantly apparent that the only creature close to a friend that Billy’d ever had, had run away.

“Pirates keep their gold in their teeth and their ears,” Billy remembered telling him, one evening on his boat.

“Why?”

“Easier to carry, and no matter what, they have a little cache of gold on them if they need it.”

Someone was going to have a whole lot of gold, that’s for sure, depending on who delivered Steve’s head, and to whom. Being a sword for hire, Billy knew that the only people to gossip more than women, were soldiers. Steve was known across the country, either by myth or by factual account of a visiting trader.

As he thought about the day he stood beside Steve getting his piercings, Billy decided that he stood the best chance of finding Steve alive. He knew Steve liked stories. No doubt considering himself plucked out of one, Steve had always carried a special gullibility in his mind and way of thinking. Which meant...

Would he?

Would he dare?

Of course he would. Steve - sad and sweet...and beautiful when his eyes brightened and those cow ears stood straight up when he got excited - would seek out the legendary place that matched himself. Odd, cursed, and doomed.

Billy packed his bags and loaded his boat, keen to have spare sail canvas and water-sealing pitch tucked away just in case. All magical places had water; the very Underworld had its rivers. Water was easier to navigate than land, so Billy cast off, and filled his sail with the dark, night before the dawn breeze.

It’s a day and night of sailing before it occurs to Billy that Steve could live in a field with relative ease. Just sit down if people show up, and they’d never know the difference between him or a cow. He would only run into trouble if someone tried to steal said cow -

Billy peered at the planks of wood knocking against his boat. In the early dawn, pink and periwinkle light, he recognized the twisted serpent staff of Hermes.

“I’m not sure Hermes meant for snakes to be taken as good omens or luck,” he murmured to himself, feeling the fog itch across his skin. The air was different here. He didn’t feel lucky. He felt watched.

And then, he felt the shore. The loud scrape on the underside of his boat nearly made him piss until he realized he’d struck a pebbled beach. He quickly made a small fire, and then extracted his oars. It was not long before he confirmed a confusing theory:

The waterway ended in a small bay. He rowed a lap around it before seeing his fire once more. So he pulled his boat ashore, and readied for the land. After a quick breakfast, he made a torch, only because fire was always handy to have.

Billy did not see the eyes watching him from the water as he plunged into the trees, nor how the water, as if alive, split the ground and rushed into a fresh stream.

He did, however, hear the voice attached to those eyes when the water met up with him many miles later.

“Left.”

He held his bag close, torch aloft even though it was midday. Even fire hurt, but he met the brown eyes of a woman’s face smirking up at him from the stream. “You’ll want to go left.”

“Thanks, but I don’t take the word of random women in water,” he disregarded, and jogged over the rocks to the other side.

“No,” she laughed, “you don’t take any words from women at all.”

She stood right out of the water, naked as anything freshly born as she stepped right over the water’s surface to meet him on the grass. He waved her away like something merely annoying. “Away, nymph. Capture someone else. I’m looking for someone.”

She sighed with an eye roll. “Typical sailor. Always barking instead of making conversation. What are you looking for? Or are you too man to ask for directions despite my already providing them?”

“Who,” he repeated firmly.

She smiled again. “How noble. Then who is he?”

Billy exhaled through his nose, like Steve used to. Billy missed him more than ever. “Tall. Brunette, but not like you.”

“I assume his name’s not Heather either, but I’m still listening,” she teased.

He pointed a benign glare at her. “Heather, then. He has the body of a man, but the head and tail of a bull.”

“That is interesting. How do you lose something so unique?”

“He left,” Billy growled, continuing his path once more. It was not out of character for a nymph to waste a man’s time for nothing more than annoying amusement -

“Yes. Left, for stars’ sake. You’re the bullheaded one. Stefano is a honeycomb in comparison.”

He whirled around, ready to draw his knife except she held her left arm fully extended, face silently telling him he was a moron. “I’m only helping you because he’s mentioned a pretty sailor like you before. But if you hear another woman’s voice, close your eyes. Don’t let your pride open them. And remember that snakes bite. Good luck.”

He grimaced with confusion at her before she disintegrated into a sparkling mist that blew away on the breeze. Billy felt inclined to shout, No shit, but angering a nymph was hardly a decent idea.

And Steve had spoken of him? Steve is here?

All Billy could do was indeed pivot left. His father had always openly, loudly declared him a fool for idealizing his mother’s superstitions. But heather was a lucky plant, she’d believed, and had decorated his room as a boy with bouquets of it. White, and all shades of violet, pink, and red infused his childhood memories. Good memories. With his mother radiating as the spot of yellow in the middle.

Following her goodness had always led him to his father’s cruelty. But also to Steve’s generosity. Steve only reciprocated to him when Billy was calm and soft natured.

So he went left.

Grass and mud turned into paved stone. A walkway underfoot, and then something like a street with how rustic columns lined it in staggered intervals.

He felt like a fool when he did hear a woman’s voice, and instantly shielded his eyes while looking at his feet. Her voice paused and she never addressed him, but he could feel the voice turn like she looked at him.

Other voices came and went. Like he were passing through a neighborhood or a dream. He wished he could look up, but he’d been told to guard his eyes, so guard them he did...

“All right, sailor,” he heard in his ear. “You made it this far. You can look up now. It’s his choice whether you perish or not.”

His?

He had not been warned off men in this place. Feeling more like a fool than ever, he did as he was told, and peeked up from beneath his hand.

Horns.

His first thought, was horns.

He’d...never seen Steve’s horns. He knew the body and head when he saw they sitting on the edge of a fountain, washing his hands, but this creature was more beautiful than Billy remembered.

Or had it really been that long?

But here sat Steve, with long, thick and glossy tresses of brown hair, shining like honey where the sun touched it. And horns that arched wide out of his head before curving to point upward. For some reason, it never occurred to Billy that Steve might have kept his horns from growing -

“Who the Furies are you?”

Woman.

Billy clamped his eyes shut and crossed the torch in front of himself; a weak defense without his sight.

“Look at me. You’ve already seen me in your periphery. You’d already be dead if you were normal.”

“I don’t trust the word of women,” he rushed.

Heather’s voice laughed. “Sure he does. He got here after some coaxing.”

“Billy?”

Steve’s voice. But...not full of air like it used to be. He spoke naturally, without hushing it -

A hand covered Billy’s eyes. The world on the other side of his eyelids went dark, but he felt Steve’s large form move around and behind him.

“Move, Robin. None of your jokes.”

“Fine,” the first woman scoffed. “But I meant what I said about periphery. Sure you don’t want to test it - ?”

“Robin.”

Heather chuckled, voice molten like she knew something secret. Billy let himself be ushered quite a distance. It was a while before he heard a door and Steve’s hand left his face. “You can open your eyes.”

He did, starting with the floor. Gradually, his gaze traveled around a familiar style of house: a courtyard in the middle with a two-story tower on one side. Even the roof wrapping around the first level stood higher, though, perhaps on account of Steve’s new growth.

Billy rotated to see him. Steve blinked at the sudden movement, swallowing thickly. Of all the things for Billy to notice up close, he reached up to touch one of those soft, furry ears. “One of the holes closed up.”

The ear twitched out from Billy’s grasp, making what golden hoops remained jingle together. He gestured to his nose, and Billy realized that there, too, now lacked adornment. “I gave some pieces to those who helped me build my house.”

Billy almost scoffed. “You need money here?”

“No, but it’s still work.”

Steve maneuvered around the skeptical Billy processing that. “And where is here?”

“Uh...the Labyrinth?”

“It’s not a maze.”

“It is if you try to leave.”

“Have you tried?”

“No. I’m not leaving. But...you might not be either.”

Steve took his torch and stuck it into the coals of the cooking fire in the middle of the floor. Eventually, Billy did manage to scoff, “My boat is here. I’m not leaving it on the shore to rot.”

Steve peeked up at him warily. “I doubt it’s there anymore.”

Billy’s features began to fall the same time they heard a sing-song yell from outside as Heather sang, “New toys!”

#this got long oh jeez #harringrove #minotaur!steve #ancient greek!au #ficlet #neonponders #fic rec list #maybe i'll write a smutty pt. 2 #oh no there's only one labyrinth #they're stuck together oh nooo

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weepinglevi · 3 years

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patience is a virtue

summary: college!au. all aged up. eren and reader continue with their sexual escapades. find part one here! warnings: 18+ minors dni. dirty text messages, dirty talk. dom!eren and bratty reader (i suppose?). throat fucking and semi-public sex. (no p in v tho) word count: around 3.5k A/N: i have a love/hate relationship with this eren ahaha, he's been ruling my brainrot ever since the last part so i hope you enjoy! there will be a part three eventually, so be on the lookout for that! enjoy your read and feedback is greatly appreciated! xx

you awake to your phone vibrating somewhere next to you. the hope of it only being a one-time occurrence quickly proven to be false as it just wouldn't stop. brr-brr. a second of silence. brr-brr. pause. brr-brr.

taking a mental note to never go to sleep again without turning off your phone, you roll over to your other side and try to ignore it. you could simply answer the texts, but that meant you'd have to open your eyes. and that whoever was texting you would win this weird battle you've just come up with in your head.

"if you don't pick up your goddamn phone, i'll smack you over the head with it," sasha groans from the other side of your shared dorm, words coming slurry with her tiredness.

brr-brr.

"i could also stick it up your ass, your decision," a pillow comes flying to your head, serving as enough of a warning for you to sit up in your bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"quit moaning, i'll turn it off now," you yawn, feeling around your bed for your phone, "you never hear me complaining about the shit you do in the middle of the night."

"that's because my shit is funny and not fucking annoying," she scoffs, followed by a muted thump as she is sinking back down into her pillows. sasha's way of ending the conversation.

you find your phone half-tucked underneath your pillow, the display already lighting up again. someone is desperate for attention, you think to yourself and unlock your phone with an annoyed sigh. the messages were coming from an unknown number.

thinking about your wet pussy. this is eren, btw. historia gave me your number. i told her you wouldn't mind you don't mind, do you?

in a matter of seconds, your heart is beating in your throat once more, just like this afternoon in that godforsaken computer lab. ears growing hot at his words, you could almost imagine the sound of him laughing at you again. with trembling fingers, you scroll down further.

anyway, let's do it again sometime i told you. i'll never let you forget about how you moaned my name i'm also not forgetting about how badly i want to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, so it's a win-win see ya, then

staring down at your phone, you don't know if you should answer him. and even if you would answer his texts, what the hell should you say? "fucking bastard," the words escaping your mouth before even realizing that you'd better keep quiet. the only thing that could make this situation any worse was if sasha were to wake up again.

scratch that, you think as you see eren's new messages.

how badly do you want to suck my cock? you looked really hot today, covered in my cum what, you're shy again?

there are two ways this could go: either you stand up, put on some clothes, and then go to eren's dorm to let hell rain upon him - or simply mute your phone and ignore him. deciding to go with the latter, you lie back down and save his number as "fuckhead", a small grin forming on your face. if he wants to be childish, then you can be, too.

the display still lighting up at a steady pace, you have to fight the urge to open his other messages. to physically prevent yourself from grabbing your phone again, you put your hands between your thighs and sigh. what the hell have i gotten myself into?

"so, who am i gonna have to teach some manners today?", sasha asks in the morning, "because there are only two valid reasons for sending that many texts in the middle of the night," she sits up in her bed and bends over to reach for her phone, "either someone's dead or there's a food sale."

cringing at the thought of having to read the countless other messages eren has sent throughout the night, you try to laugh at her comment, "of course, when there's food involved, you're all for it."

"girl's gotta eat," she claims, thankfully being too distracted by something on her phone to notice your strange behavior, "i'm gonna be back later than usual today, connie wants me to be his wingman again."

starting to go off on a tangent about how connie should just get a dating app already, sasha's words become more of background noise to you. you want to know what he wrote. what he has in store for you. at the same time, you curse yourself out. you're turning into a headless chicken and all of it because of eren fucking yeager?

you nod here and there, offering her a "yes" at what you believe to be fitting moments, desperately hoping she doesn't catch up on your restlessness. all the while the two of you are getting ready for the day. this goes on for a few more minutes and you have no clue what she's talking about now, so you decide to grab your phone and stand up.

"i'm gonna go for a run around campus, you want coffee?" you blurt out, interrupting her monologue. the device in your hand feels as if it's burning through your skin. slipping into your trainers, you're already halfway out the room, her perplexed "uh- yes, please," being muffled by the door closing behind you.

it's still warm outside - not as hot as yesterday, but warm enough for you to be glad to have forgotten your cardigan earlier. you let out a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. even though you told sasha you'd be out for a run, you walk at a slow pace.

some people are already wandering around campus, most of them on their way to a lecture. at this time in the morning, everyone has their heads full with their own worries so no one notices you slowly making your way off-campus.

arriving at a little park surrounded by trees, you sit down on the bench farest off. you notice your heart fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird when pulling the phone out of your back pocket. fuck him, you think once again while typing in your code. fuck him for making me feel this way.

12 unread messages.

didn't seem all too shy when i had my hand wrapped around your throat no need to play hard to get when i already had you if that makes sense? haven't fucked you yet doesn't mean i won't get to fuck you

all you want is to feel appalled by these messages. to screenshot them and send them to the dean. maybe even to his mother. sickened with yourself though, you already feel the familiar warmth creeping up your body, curling up in your abdomen.

i know you want it, too how fucking needy you were for me getting yourself off in public to the thought of me maybe you can tell me what exactly you were thinking of? gonna make sure to let your dreams come true, princess

pet names? you clench your fist at the thought of eren leaning over you, breathing the word princess into your ear. you have an inkling that he'd say it mockingly; spitting it out whilst gathering your hair in a ponytail, arching your back forcefully, and slamming his length into you without mercy.

no. you hate pet names. at least, you've always hated them.

i'm gonna find out if you're ignoring me right now remember, you're not the best actress. fucking suck at it, actually wouldn't want to be punished now, would we?

his last message echoed in your head. still coming to terms with the fact of what happened yesterday, now you have to deal with a whole new revelation: eren yeager being a cocky motherfucker pushing all the right buttons for you. even though you want to blast his ass for this, the mere thought of him being near you again is too sweet of an imagination.

you want to play this game, too. for whatever reason keep on riding this high, and you just know that no one could do it quite as well as eren can. somehow you can only imagine taking him on this ride with you, no one else.

so, in that manner you decide to ignore his messages. if he's desperate enough to keep on sending them in the middle of the night, you're sure it won't be long until he sends another text. and it would give him enough reason to try and punish you, whatever that might entail – you're excited to find out. fucking nervous, too. but then again, who wouldn't be?

you stand up and put your phone in your back pocket, a sense of excitement surrounding your steps as you turn left to make your way to the nearest coffee shop.

"something tells me you're ignoring me," of course, the moment eren's voice comes up behind you, you fucking flinch like a little bird that's been scared away, "mostly because i've seen you reading the messages, but what do i know?"

you turn to see him clutching his heart dramatically, "don't play with my feelings like this," he swoons, bringing one hand to his forehead. he's laughing again, all white teeth and bright smiles – you realize this is the kind of eren you rarely get to see. not the cocky bastard he normally portrays; right now, he seems to be a happy-go-lucky kind of guy, just enjoying himself. still, you want to show him that you can play just as well as he can.

crossing your arms in front of your chest, you slightly raise a brow, trying your hardest to not look as nervous as you feel. it's a lost cause though because you can already feel the tips of your ears glowing with heat again. can't things go my way for once? just once? you think and chew the inside of your cheek. you felt so sure of yourself just moments ago. how the hell can he have this sort of effect on you?

suddenly, his whole demeanor changes. before, he seemed laid-back, entertained by the game he played with you. now he leans forward, hands in the pockets of his jacket and an almost cruel smile forming on his lips, "don't try to challenge me in this. you'll lose."

you know that you should feel frightened. terrified, even. he's looking like a lion preparing to jump the antelope, a sense of alarming calmness around him that's causing the small hairs on your neck to stand up. but alas, the way he's looking at you seems to have the same effect on you his scent has.

"i told you not to ignore me," eren says and takes a few steps closer to you, "yet here you are, doing it again." the chuckle leaving his lips a stark contrast to his stern gaze, still trained on you. somehow, you feel awfully small again - still not frightened, though. you stare right back at him, tilting your head slightly as if you wanted to say "so what?"

"are you seriously that desperate to be punished?"

better now than never, you think and once again place a courtly smile on your lips, "seems like it."

for a split second, you see eren's smug look turn into a genuine smile. realizing that you're up for his game, he lets out a smooth whistle, "you do surprise me."

"if you wouldn't always be so full of yourself, i'm sure you'd have recognized this sooner," you can feel the confidence growing in yourself again. clinging on to it, you take a step toward him, "i'm full of surprises."

"oh, yeah? i bet you are," from the corner of your eye, you can see him lifting his hand. before thinking twice about it, you bat it away, "i'm not one for public displays of affection."

oh, it is on– eren's smirk turns into a full-fledged grin as he takes a grip of your wrist, "you sure about that?" lifting your hand to his face, for a short moment you think he's going to suck on your fingers again. but all he does is place a faint kiss on the back of your hand, "didn't seem like it yesterday."

"you weren't supposed to see."

"but i'm so glad i did," he leans forward, the two of you standing so close you can feel his breath on your face, "or else we wouldn't have this kind of fun right now."

still having a hold of your hand, he lifts his other to your jaw, gently tracing his thumb across your lower lip, "you looked so pretty in your skirt yesterday."

taking a leap of faith, you grab his hand, holding it in place and letting your tongue run across the tip of his thumb before biting down playfully. there's a hiss and then eren pulls away and grabs your arm, "come with me."

finally, you think and let him guide you to wherever he wants, let's have some fun, then.

on your way out of the park, you pass jean and marco. even though they stand to greet eren, he just raises his hand whilst not breaking his pace, "gotta go, have an assignment to work on."

"never seen you that determined, but go off," jean laughs.

before you know it, you're inside one of the countless maintenance sheds. pushing you against the wall, eren's movements seem to become more and more erratic by the second. pinning your arms over your head, he's looking down at you, breathing heavily. "you have no idea what you just got yourself into," licking his lips, he chuckles.

"oh, but i think i actually do," you smile innocently, fucking glad to have found your normal self again. admittedly, eren threw you off your game since yesterday – but it's just going to play into your hands now. he won't see it coming until it's hitting him straight in the face; that you're just as messed up as he seems to be.

"then prove it," he breathes against your ear, "tell me how badly you want it."

the stuffy air inside the dimly lit shed doesn't help with keeping eren's scent away from you. being so close to him, looking up into his shadowed face and right into his dilated eyes; you're like putty in his hands. you try to move forward, to touch him in some way because you just know that he'll feel so good under your skin.

"now now, princess," he moves even closer, wedging you between himself and the wall, "how about we learn some patience, first?"

you nod, but then grind up against his thigh, hissing through your teeth, "i worry i'll be a real handful." you know you could very well move your hands, too – eren seems to still be testing the waters as to how far he can go with you. but with him actually letting you grind on him; you decide to play into his hands.

your breaths grow quicker as you keep on, pace becoming erratic. all you want is to get rid of your track pants – come to think of it, what you actually want is eren under you whilst you continuously bounce on his cock. you want to hear him call you princess and immediately after call you his little whore because that's exactly what you are.

eren has a little smile on his lips and you know you should ask yourself why – because you're doing exactly what he has forbidden you to do – but you're too far gone. the heat growing, you feel your knees buckle but he's holding you up; one hand now resting on your waist for support. you're so close –

and then he pulls away from you, nearly causing you to topple over. chest heaving, you place your hands on your knees for balance, "what the fuck was – "

"patience is a virtue," interrupting you with a laugh, but his voice heavy with lust, "thought i might give you a lesson you're ought to remember."

you look up to see eren palming his erection through his pants, standing about an arm's length away from you, "but i have to admit, hearing you getting yourself off is fucking hot."

biting your teeth together, you straighten up and take a step toward him – only for him to click his tongue in disapproval, "you're gonna stay right there," tugging at his pants he raises his eyebrow, "i told you what i want, get on your knees for me."

"the fuck i will," you spit out and make a move again, grasping for his waistband. but eren is quick to take a hold of your hand and pushes you back to the wall, "come on, now, princess," he chuckles but his eyes are concentrated at you, "you want this, don't you?". he's asking for permission, the thought feeling very comforting to you. and also, very excited for what's about to come.

"of course, i do," you answer him earnestly, resting the back of your head against the wall, "or else i wouldn't be here."

"fantastic," he breathes, a little smile playing in the corners of his mouth, "then get down on your knees," placing his hands on your shoulders, weighing you down, "i won't ask again."

the change of tone in his voice has you nodding, slowly sinking onto your knees, you're bursting in anticipation. one hand finally pulling down his pants, he runs his other through your hair, then down your jaw until it comes to rest on your chin.

thumbing at your lower lip, he groans "do i have to be careful?"

you just shake your head no. then you break away from his gaze, fixing your eyes on the bobbing cock in front of you. it's tip leaking with precum already, you remember how badly you wanted to lick it away yesterday.

taking his cock at its base, you bend forward and slide your tongue around its head. the salty taste sending shudders down your spine, you make sure to lift your eyes again once you prepare to take it all down your throat. your other hand snakes up to his balls, slightly tugging them which earns you a moan from eren, and fuck, you're so wet at the sound alone, you let go of his cock and slide one hand down to your own center.

he gathers your hair in one hand, taking the base of his throbbing cock in the other, "bet this is what you thought of yesterday," he slowly but surely pulls your head in closer, "of how i fuck the words right out of you."

bucking your hips into your own hand, you can do nothing but whimper at his words. because yes, this is exactly what you imagined. he's only halfway in and you're already struggling to breathe, but not wanting him to stop you hold your breath and push down even further; trying desperately not to moan.

the tears in your eyes causing your vision to be blurry, you attempt to blink them away.

"shit – ", he's pumping into you now, rubbing the tears from your cheeks and then placing both his hands on your head, "you're doing so well – "

getting lost in his words, the fear of being caught is so far away; you finally moan around his cock. saliva soaking the hem of his shirt, you can't seem to take his whole length, no matter how hard you try. you're a fucking mess under him and the thought alone is nearly sending you over the edge.

he's trying to pull away now and you know he's close, so you snake your hand around his hip, hoping this is enough of a sign to him that if he dared to cum anywhere else than down your throat, you'd bite him.

"you really – " his voice is hoarse, "fuck – this is fucking perfect," he moans as he comes to the realization. leaning his arm against the wall behind you, he's fucking himself into your mouth, his panting and the sound of your choking filling the room.

you close your eyes to blink the tears away again, but eren pulls on your hair, "no – look at me."

with this the knot in your belly explodes, leaving you holding on to eren's hip as you ride the waves of electricity that are running through your body like lava.

"such a good little whore – " he's gone as well, holding your head in place as he's pumping his load down your throat, leaving you no other option than to swallow – which you eagerly do. you feel his legs shaking under your hands.

once again, eren hands you his shirt to clean your face. this time, you take it with a smile, noting that, "i still have your other one."

"don't worry, i'll come get it sometime when sasha's away," the two of you know exactly what this means – neither of you are planning on this to be over anytime soon.

"i'll let you know, then," you nod and stand up, hoping you don't look as well-fucked as you feel, and make your way to the door, "she's gone most of the time."

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Fun & Games [Chapter Three]

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Series Summary: After getting up close and personal on a case, neither Y/N nor Spencer can get enough of one another.

Part Summary: Y/N and Spencer’s little deal they made comes into full affect - although they can't can't but tease each other a little beforehand.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: smut. penetrative sex. oral (male receiving). fingering. This series is an 18+ series. MINORS DNI

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CHAPTER THREE: DARE TO DREAM

The next morning at work was torture for both Y/N and Spencer. It was especially torture for Y/N as everytime she even stared at her desk, flashes of what had happened between them not even twenty four hours ago, crossed her mind. To make matters worse, her and Spencer had been subtly teasing each other all day. Occasionally Y/N would ‘accidently’ knock something off the edge of her desk and she bent over to pick it up, making sure to give Spencer a full view down her shirt. The look he gave her after was one of pure desire. Y/N let a smirk fall onto her face every time she was sure she had cleared all thoughts out of the genius’s head.

However, Y/N wasn’t the only one doing a little teasing. About half-way through the day, Spencer had begun to do it back. When Y/N was in the kitchen area making herself a cup of coffee, Spencer came up to her. If it were anyone else coming over to make themselves coffee, they would have simply stood next to Y/N while claiming their mug from the cupboard above. Not Spencer however. He stood behind her, making sure to press his body against her as he reached for his mug.

Due to the angke they were standing it didn’t look as if Spencer was pressed up against Y/N. To any onlookers it looked perfectly innocent but in reality it was far from that. Spencer’s hand snaked around Y/N to press her even closer to him as his lips brushed her ear.

“Spencer,” Y/N muttered under her breath, “We’re in public. Anyone could see.”

“I know,” Spencer said quietly, “I’m only getting my mug just like you were picking up something you knocked over.”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t exactly pushed up against you was I?” Y/N said, “Or maybe I should’ve, you would’ve liked that wouldn’t you?”

Spencer chuckled slightly before stepping to the side, “We need to make a deal.”

“Okay, what kind of deal?” Y/N questioned, taking a sip of her coffee.

“No more teasing for the rest of the day.” Spencer said.

“But I was having so much fun,” Y/N said, “But I agree. Knowing you, you’ll probably get caught.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Spencer asked.

“You’re not exactly subtle Spencer Reid.” Y/N said.

“Well you’re not either,” Spencer said, “Accidently knocking something off your desk five times in an hour?”

“It was in the way and whenever I moved I knocked it.” Y/N said, obviously knowing that it wasn’t true.

“Yeah, okay…” Spencer said, obviously not believing her, “But seriously, no more teasing for the rest of the day.”

“You have yourself a deal.” Y/N said, offering her hand for Spencer to shake, a very similar action to the previous night.

“What are you two shaking on?” Derek asked, approaching the two friends.

“Oh, Spencer just asked me not to tell anyone about the person he hooked up with last night,” Y/N said as Spencer choked on his coffee, “This isn’t exactly breaking the agreement because I haven't disclosed a name.”

Derek smiled, “My man!” He said, clapping Spencer on the back.

“He has a hickey and everything.” Y/N muttered to Derek as she began walking away back to her desk.

With one glance over her shoulder she took in the scene of Derek questioning Spencer about the person he was with last night. Spencer caught her eye and sent her a small glare. Y/N only responded with a smile before sitting down at her desk to finish her work.

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There wasn’t much paperwork left to do so that meant Y/N could go home early. Somehow she had finished before Spencer, mainly because he had spent the majority of the day being distracted and talking to Derek about the imaginary person he hooked up with. Packing away her things, Y/N headed over to Spencer’s desk, bending down to wrap her arms around his shoulders.

“Come round my apartment at eight.” Y/N muttered, to anyone it just looked as if she were saying goodbye to him.

“I’ll be there.” Spencer said, turning his face slightly.

Their lips were barely centimeters apart. Both of them wanted to give into their desire but they refrained themselves. If there was no one around, Y/N was sure that she would have pressed her lips against Spencer’s in a heartbeat. Instead she settled for a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“I’ll see you later Spencer.” She said quietly before leaving the bullpen.

***

Y/N was simply relaxing on her couch with a book in hand. Although she wasn’t exactly paying any attention to it as she was too busy checking the time every few minutes. Spencer would be arriving any minute and the anticipation was killing her. Y/N wasn’t sure why she wanted to have sex with er best friend so bad. Maybe if they did it, it would make all the sexual tension they have had between them disappear. Ever since that one kiss while trying to lure the unsub, Y/N’s mind had been on Spencer almost constantly. She just hoped that the tension between them would disappear and they could just go back to being best friends again.

At exactly eight there was a knock on Y/N’s door. Jumping up to her feet she headed over to the door although she waited a few seconds before finally opening it - not wanting to seem too eager.

“Spence.” Y/N greeted with a smile.

“Hey.” Spencer said stepping into her apartment.

“So,” Y/N started, “How long did it take you to get through your work?”

“Longer than it should’ve thanks to you.” Spencer said.

“Whatever do you mean?” Y/N questioned.

“You know exactly what I mean,” Spencer mumbled stepping closer to her, “And now Derek believes that I hooked up with someone last night so that’s all he talked to me about.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer, “Well technically I wasn’t necessarily lying, just bending the truth a little,” Y/N leaned closer so her lips were right next to his ear, “But after tonight it won’t be a lie at all.”

Y/N leaned back to her original position. Her arms still wrapped around Spencer’s neck while he held her hips gently. There was a moment where both of them had no clue what to do. They were staring into each other's eyes and it was like both of them realised what was about to happen.

Before either of them could back out, Spencer leaned forward connecting his lips with Y/N’s. She let out a small sound of surprise as she wasn’t expecting Spencer to make the first move. As she kissed him back, the grip Spencer had on her hips became more forceful. Y/N just knew that she would have light bruises there the next day - she couldn’t find it in herself to care.

Y/N began to gently pull on strands of his hair causing Spencer to moan into her mouth. Smirking against his lips she tugged a strand of hair a little harder causing his moan to become louder. In response Spencer pulled her hips against his so she could begin to feel the start of his growing erection. Y/N let out a quiet moan as the arousal grew between her legs.

“You’re such a little tease.” Y/N mumbled against his lips.

“Says you,” Spencer said, “Bedroom now.”

“Yes sir.” Y/N muttered as the two headed into her bedroom.

As soon as they stepped through the threshold of the room, Y/N immediately lunged forward and kissed Spencer with a lot more passion than before. As she did so, she made quick work of the buttons of his shirt exposing his torso to her. Spencer shuddered as she began to rake her fingers down his chest until she pulled him closer by his belt loops.

Spencer’s hands made their way under her shirt and began to pull it upwards, breaking their kiss so Y/N’s shirt could come off completely. Instead of latching her lips back onto hers, he pressed his lips on her neck as he gently sucked on the skin, making Y/N whimper out his name.

As Spencer continued to kiss her neck, Y/N bgen to fiddle with his belt buckle, swiftly undoing it and unthreading it from his belt loops. While undoing the button, Spencer couldn’t help but lightly thrust his hips toward Y/N, the slight friction making him moan against ehr skin.

“You like that, huh?” Y/N muttered, “What if I do this?”

Y/N pulled his trousers down to unveil his erection in his underwear. Lightly ghosting her hand over the bulge, Spencer’s hips thrust forward again, trying to gain any sort of stimulation.

“This is exactly what you did to me last night,” Y/N said, “I’m just returning the favour.”

“Y/N…” Spencer moaned.

“Yes?” Y/N questioned.

“Please do something…”

Y/N smiled slightly, “Only for you.”

Dropping to her knees in front of him, Y/N swiftly pulled his boxers down, letting his erection free. Looking up at him, Y/N gripped the base of his cock as she wrapped her lips around the tip. Spencer let out a loud moan as his hands came down to tangle in her hair. When Y/N began to bob her head back and forth, Spencer let out a string of curses.

“Fuck, Y/N, don’t stop…” Spencer moaned out, unconsciously thrusting his hips forward into her mouth.

Y/N moaned around him letting him continue to fuck her mouth, jerking off the base of his cock that didn’t fit.

“Y/N- fuck- I’m close..” Spencer moaned, scrunching up his face in pleasure.

Spencer’s thrusts became more erratic and Y/N tried to suppress her urge to gag, focusing on tipping Spencer over the edge. What tipped Spencer over the edge however was when he finally looked down and made eye contact with Y/N. As soon as their eyes met he felt his release shoot into her mouth.

As he pulled out of her mouth, Y/N continued to look up at him as she swallowed the majority of his cum, some of it dripping on her chest. Standing up to her full height once again, she pulled Spencer in for a kiss. He could taste himself on his tongue.

As she pulled the rest of his shirt off of his body, Spencer’s hands made their way around her back to unclasp her bra, letting her breasts free of their confindments.

“Lie back on the bed.” Spence ordered and Y/N complied.

She flopped back as Spencer hovered over her, pressing his lips in the valley of her breasts. Spencer’s hands quickly unbuttoned her jeans before tapping Y/N on the leg to raise her hips so he could easily pull them off. Once her jeans were fully off, Spencer played with the hem of her underwear, which were currently soaking through with how turned on she was.

“Spencer...please…” Y/N begged.

“Please what?” Spencer questioned, although he knew all too well what Y/N wanted.

“Just do something, anything…” Y/N said, squirming around beneath him.

Spencer chuckled as he began to pull Y/N’s underwear down her legs as slow as he possibly could to tease her even more.

“Spencer, come on-” Y/N was cut off by Spencer’s thumb coming into contact with her clit.

Y/N moaned out loudly as his thumb began to circle her clit, “Fuck, Spence, that’s it.”

Spencer only smirked before kissing across her chest until his mouth latched onto her nippled, erecting another moan from Y/N who had begun to let out a string of curse words under her breath as Spencer sunk two fingers into her dripping pussy.

“Oh my god, please don’t stop.” Y/N panted as Spencer continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her.

Y/N bucked her hips up and Spencer gently pushed them down against the bed and held them there as he continued to suck on her nipple and finger her.

“Spencer, I’m close, I’m gonna...I’m gonna come.” Y/N moaned.

Spencer released her nipple as his lips travelled up so his head hovered above hers, “Come for me.”

A loud moan fell past Y/N’s lips as she came all over Spencer’s fingers. Removing her fingers from her pussy, Spencer Spencer brought them up to his mouth before licking them clean. The sight of that alone nearly made Y/N come again.

“Do you think you can handle another?” Spencer questioned.

“Just fuck me Spencer.” Y/N said, causing him to let out a quiet chuckle.

“Do you have a condom?” He questioned.

“I’m on the pill, it’s fine,” Y/N said impatiently, “Please, I need you.”

Aligning himself with her entrance, Spencer pushed into her, electing a moan from both of them. Allowing her a moment to adjust, he began to thrust in and out of her gently. This didn’t cut it for Y/N.

“Spence, go faster.” Y/N moaned into his ear.

Complying with her demand, Spencer thrust in and out of her at a faster pace. Y/N moaned into his neck as she wrapped her arms around his neck as she pulled him impossibly closer. As he continued to thrust in and out of her, he panted and moaned in her ear.

“You feel so good.” Spencer moaned out, getting lost in the feeling of her clenching around him.

“Keep going Spence, don’t stop,” Y/N moaned, wrapping her legs around Spencer’s hips, allowing him to thrust deeper into her, “Feels so good…”

Y/N scratched down Spencer’s back as his thrusts became sloppier, signaling that he was close.

“I’m close Y/N.” Spencer said, pressing his lips against hers. Her moans and whimpers only pushed him closer to the edge.

It only took a few more thrusts for Spencer to completely unravel. As he came, he moaned against her lips as he was tipped over the edge. The feeling of Spencer’s cum filling her up was enough to send Y/N over the edge as well. It was a feeling she had never experienced before. As the both of them came down from their highs, Spencer pulled out of Y/N before laying down on the bed next to her, breathless.

The two of them stared up at the ceiling before they turned their heads towards each other both letting out small chuckles.

“Let me go and get cleaned up.” Y/N said before getting up off the bed, the feeling of Spencer’s cum running down her thighs.

After cleaning up, she headed back into the bedroom and found Spencer shrugging on his boxers and picking up his clothes.

“What are you doing?” Y/N questioned.

“Getting changed, it’s late so I should be getting home.” Spencer said.

“So you fuck me then leave?” Y/N asked.

Spencer’s eyes widened, “No, it’s just that we have to be in work early tomorrow and it takes me at least an hour to walk to my apartment and I-”

“Relax Spence,” Y/N said, a smile forming on her lips, “I was kidding. And you can stay the night. What kind of friend would I be if I let you walk home after what we just did.”

“Thanks.” Spencer said, smiling.

“I’m pretty sure that you still have some clothes here,” Y/N said, “Unless you want to just sleep in what you're wearing.”

Spencer looked down at himself only in his boxers, “I’m sure this is fine.”

Y/N smiled before shrugging on a thin strappy top and some clean underwear and laid down in her bed, Spencer standing awkwardly to the side.

“Well are you going to join me?” Y/N questioned, “And before you even begin to argue you are not sleeping on the couch.”

Spencer got into the bed beside her and unconsciously pulled her against his chest, pressing a kiss against her neck.

“So that’s it then?” Y/N asked, “We go back to just being best friends?”

“That was the deal.” Spencer said, but he can’t help but let a feeling of disappointment wash over him.

“Okay, so friends we are Spencer Reid.” Y/N says, although her tone was slightly disappointed.

Pressing a final kiss against her shoulder, Spencer tightened his grip on her before the two drifted off to sleep, dreaming about each other.

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dance - jeno x f reader

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jeno knows it’s bad, but he can’t help but reminisce on how this all began. he likes to torture himself by reliving the first night over and over. it always starts with the drunken taunts from his teammates, sullied further by his dismissal. ‘no way,’ he’d said. ‘i can’t go there.’ he remembers seeing your roommates hyping you up, followed closely by your misguided steps. even after his earlier reluctance, he still regrets not beating you to the jump, his friends’ clearing their throats, trying to act natural as you approached their booth.

he hated the setting: a grotty sports bar a town over from his college campus. it sold stale, cheap beer, triple vodka sours and served well past three am. this may not sound like the typical start to a love story, but it was a start all the same.

‘do you wanna dance?’ you asked in a painfully small voice, your emboldened strut paling in complete contrast to your timid yet gleaming gaze. jeno still can’t say where he found the courage to agree, but agree he did, nodding behind his beer before following you up to the sticky floor. somewhere along the way you had taken his hand in yours, in fear of losing him in the sea of sweaty bodies. in the musty wave of noughties hits with tacky modern spins, jeno managed to lose himself anyway. he hadn’t a clue where to put his hands, his eyes searching yours as you giggled up at him, cooing at his bewilderment.

so you led. placing his hand on your exposed waist, your top riding up as it hugged the skin beneath your rib. he felt you shiver under his touch, his fingers clenching minutely at the feeling. ‘is this okay?’ he’d yelled, though it came through as more of a whisper under the music. you didn’t respond, instead reaching for his other hand, squeezing it over the denim on your hip. jeno was spinning. not from dancing, and not from the amount he’d drank. he knew it wasn’t down to that, nor the dizzying motion of the lights, the thickness of the air or the pounding of the music. jeno knew it was you. your chest pressed flush to his, your eyes boring into his. he didn’t know when you’d started swaying, his body leaning, moving in time with the music and the others on the floor. he could hear the songs changing, feel the bass beneath his feet. there wasn’t much he could do but enjoy it.

much like he still does. as he drags you close to him, the rosie organza pleated around your chest pressed right up to his satin lapel. his confidence then pales in comparison to now. it only took a few months to see the change, one you nurtured in all the ways a man like jeno needed. in soft assurances and gentle praise. in delicate touches and the softest embraces. in ardent exchanges and steamy quickies.

but the trouble began this past winter. well, technically well before. as a child, jeno had spent his summers visiting his cousin jaemin in his hometown from before he could remember. there the two had fortified a friendship, a real brotherhood that jeno never would have gotten to experience without being cast away to the country every solstice. it was there he met his cousin’s neighbour, mark lee. mark lee, a kind kid with wide eyes and a wider smile, was the kind of kid everyone looked up to. he embodied what jeno typically thought to be an older brother. and he was. to his step sister and cousins, to kids in his neighbourhood, to jeno’s cousin jaemin and eventually to jeno. it’s why, this christmas just gone, when mark had approached jeno, with giddy eyes and a giddier smile, to ask him to be one of his groomsmen - not just due to the refusal of a painfully introverted jaemin - but because of a genuine brotherhood formed between the two, jeno’s big hearted self could not refuse.. bringing us back to where the trouble began.

‘so, are you bringing her to the wedding?’ mark questioned suddenly, his arm pushing through the sleeve of his tux. ‘you definitely shou- it’s a bit tight at the elbow, can you see?’

jeno still curses jaemin for opting out of being a groomsman, leaving jeno to deal with the trivialities of wedding prep. not that he has a real problem with it all. it’s just a fitting, he thought as he walked in, his eyes landing on the black silk hanging off the changing room door. it wasn’t until he realised it was just he and mark - the rest of the groomsmen opting to come on a later date - that he was regretting the decision. because even though no one would admit it to his face, mark was a bit of a groomzilla. less for the usual reasons. he wasn’t rude, short or angered by little inconveniences. he was just a man of superstition, faith, and insurmountable dubiety. he wanted everything to be perfect. he wanted to do as much of his part as he could for his wedding day. jeno thinks his fiancée had been right to leave him the task of the guest list. mark easily knew more people, so was naturally inundated with acquaintances. it was a great idea, jeno thought.. until mark kept- on- pushing- ‘i’ll even relieve you of your duties early, let you go off with her-’

‘thanks man,’ the younger tried, watching the tailor pinch the jacket at his waist. ‘but really, i don’t think i will. i’ll just bring my mom or something.’

‘your mom’s already invited man, you know that.’ jeno huffed at that. of course she is. mark did take his duties seriously after all. ‘couldn’t have her going off on me like jaemin did-’

‘are you comparing my mom to jaemin?’

‘i’m just saying-’ mark paused to thank the attendant, slipping back out of his jacket as he walked up to jeno, squeezing his shoulder. ‘you’ve got nothing to be nervous about, jen. you’re like a brother to me. you should bring her, i’d love to meet her.’

jeno flinches just thinking about it, his spine straightening as mark turned to him fully. jeno manages a shrug, turning back to the mirror just for a second before deciding that, no. no, it wouldn’t be a good idea to introduce his girl to his best friend on his wedding day.

because the issue wasn’t that he wouldn’t invite you.

‘you met her at college, right?’

the issue was that he couldn’t.

‘maybe y/n knows her?’

the issue is that you’re already going.

‘you know what my sister’s like, she gets on with everyone.’

“jen?” you pant, his name falling off your tongue as he bounces you quickly in his lap. “come back to me.” he smiles at your sweet call, your teeth catching his lip between them before slipping your tongue into his mouth.

the ceremony starts in ten minutes, though guests are still pouring into the church. it’s what actually convinced him. that and you, your manicured hand stuffing your damp panties into the pocket of his fitted tux. it had been his undoing, your sweeping frame gliding into a small side door a few feet from the altar.

the clock is ticking but you pay it no mind, your hips halting their rise and fall as you dig your heels into the masoned floor, grinding your hips back and forth as you ride him. you feel his nails dig painfully into your skin, his tongue wrapping around yours, swallowing your gasps as his other hand gathers your dress, the layers of delicate organza billowing over his knee. when your nails find his nape, careful not to mess up his perfectly styled do, you suck on his ear lobe, forcing him to thrust up into you.

“fuck-”

“shh!” you hiss, rushing to stuff the same panties you gifted him in his mouth. you hear his muffled groans, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks the essence of you onto his waiting tongue. he feels you clench harder around him, his eyes smiling in place of his occupied lips. he lifts a brow when your rocking falters, your eyes darting around his perfect face, incapable of taking in anything but him and how he makes you feel. there’s a question in his gaze, forcing your head to bob. “yeah- i’m close-”

he abandons your dress then, letting the material pool around you two as he presses his palm to your neck, bringing your mouth to his. it’s a quick and steep descent to your release, your thighs burning as he slams you up and down on his cock, your skin clapping against his as he abandons all reason. he’s kept it quiet for so long, at times he thinks it might consume him from the inside out, all this love he has for you. all jeno really wants is to scream it out from the highest mountain top, tattoo it to his forehead, paint it on the fucking moon. hell, he would pay anyone to listen. he didn’t care who. he’d tell anyone who’d listen that he, lee jeno, was in love with y/n y/l/n.

“i love you too,” you almost cry, jaw unhinged as you feel the effects of his thrusts and affection rip through you. it spreads through you like wildfire, setting every nerve in you alight before it finally consumes him. your heat pumps and pushes him past his release, his heavy load pouring out into you. you milk him through it, your temple pressed to the crown of his head.

it’s the church bells that rip you apart, your whole body cringing as realisation hits. you cringe further as his flushed face fills your vision, his hands gathering your dress again before further staining your panties as he wipes between your legs. “don’t look at me like that.”

“like what?”

“like it’s worse for you than it is for me.” you’re about to ask how when he moves away from you, closing his eyes as he wraps it up before shoving it back in his pocket. “i said don’t.”

“fine, i won’t-” your surrender is cut short when knuckles strike the door three times, jaemin’s sign to wrap it up. “shit, let’s go-” you try to leave but can’t. because suddenly he’s stopping you, his warm hand loosely wrapped around your wrist.

“let’s tell him.”

“tell who what-”

“mark.” jeno used to hate acknowledging the striking similarities between you and your step brother. much like the unwon battle of the chicken and the egg: which came first? which of you taught the other that when your eyes enlarge, rounding into porcelain saucers, two full moons nearly eclipsing him, that he’d give you anything?

“today?” when he nods, you want to laugh. but he looks so confident. so sure. “jen, are you sure?”

“i am,” his affirmation makes your heart swell, even before he continues. “i’m sure about you.”

he knows where your uncertainties lie. but you affirm it too. “i’m sure about you too.” you both seem to forget the wedding in that moment, both neglecting the importance of your bridal party roles in favour of basking in one another for even a second longer. “only if you save me a dance?”

“always.” so much so, you don’t register the sound of the confessional door swinging open when jeno leans in to kiss to your forehead, his bitten lips pressing to the skin as his eyes land on a pair not too dissimilar to the ones he’d just poured his heart out to.

mark seems to short circuit for a second that seems to last hours. “mom’s looking for you,” he announces, spluttering around the words as you immediately grab jeno by the hand and drag him out the confessional. you both duck your heads as you shuffle past jaemin, who looks beyond pissed you didn’t heed his earlier warning.

when you both disappear, your brother turns on jaemin, eyes wide as full moons. “you knew!” it only angers him more when jaemin nods, unflinching when mark starts slapping his arm. “he told you and you didn’t tell me?”

“nuh-uh,” the younger defends, straightening out the groom’s lapel as he reverently shuts the confessional door. “i figured it out.” mark looks bewildered at the notion it had been so obvious. jaemin has to remind himself it’s mark’s day and not to be too harsh. “come on, hyung. he wouldn’t tell us her name, wouldn’t let us meet her.” mark still looks stunned. “don’t get me started on how many times they pulled this shit last christmas-”

and to think. it all started with a dance.

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lokifantasies · 3 years

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Overprotective (Loki/Reader*)SMUT

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Loki always knew how to keep a secret from you – being the God of Mischief and Lies certainly helped. However, most of the time, the secrets he kept from you were ones that you loved rather than heartbreaking ones. Tonight was no different.

You walked into the large bedchamber that you and he shared. The curtains were open so that the stars shone perfectly, there were green candles lit on each side of the bed, and a trail of white roses guided you to the bathroom, where you saw your husband of two months sitting in a hot bath.

"Finally," he grinned – watching as you slowly walked towards him. "Join me."

You looked at him skeptically. "My love, what are you doing?"

Loki stood up and walked out of the tub. You gasped at the glorious sight before your eyes as if you'd never seen him nude before. His body was perfect – his abs sculpted to the perfect size and shape. Slowly, he started taking your dress off your shoulders, and you watched him with anticipation. This was a first, you had to admit. The two of you had slept together more than anyone could ever imagine, you've been on dates, and you were even husband and wife, but there was something different about him this time. "Loki," you said, drawn out in a warning tone. Finally, he stopped and held your hands with his – deeply kissing the backs of them.

"I love you," he whispered.

"And I love you," you answered with a curious tone. "Loki, my dear, what's going on?"

Loki sighed and put his robe on. You followed his actions and quickly put your silky bathrobe on as well. He guided you to the bed the two of you shared, and he sat at the end of it – pulling you to straddle his lap. You searched his eyes for some sort of clue as to what was going on in his mind, but he knew how to keep you from reading him.

Loki let out a deep breath and blurted out what was on his mind. "Let's have a baby."

Your eyes widened, and you let out a shocked breathe. For a few seconds, you tried to form words – looking into his gorgeous blue eyes for any sign of mischief. There was none. "Love?" he finally uttered, pulling you out of your shock.

"Sorry," you apologized. "I just – I wasn't...expecting that."

"I understand," Loki said softly, rubbing your cheek with the back of his hand. "I couldn't think of any other way to say it."

You shook your head. "No, no, that's not it," you clarified, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with his hair. "Are you sure about this?"

Loki nodded. "I am," he answered. "It doesn't have to be right now, though, but now that we're married, that seems like the next logical step to take."

"I want a baby too," you said softly, bringing a grin to Loki's face. "I don't...I mean...are you sure we'd be good parents?" you asked, feeling slightly nervous. "Our childhoods weren't exactly fairytales, Loki."

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "Lovebug, our childhoods are perfect examples of what not to do."

"Can I ask you something?" you inquired softly. Loki nodded. "Why?"

"Why do I want a baby with you?" he asked, making sure he understood you. You nodded in confirmation, and he gave you a smile. "Because I want our family to go on forever," he answered. "Because I love you more than anything in Yggdrasil. Because I want to be as close as possible with you. Because I want to hold the product of our love in my arms and protect it with my life. Because I –" You cut him off with a deep kiss that knocked him back onto the bed. "Are you sure?" he asked with heavy breaths.

"Three thousand percent," you grinned before going back to explore his mouth.

Loki held you close, grabbing the back of your head and lacing his fingers through your hair. You held his face in your hands and felt the slight stubble on his jaw. Loki moved up towards the head of the bed, and you followed along with him – straddling his lap once more, lying chest-to-chest as the two of you kept swallowing sounds being produced from each other. Loki wrapped his arms around you and began to rub your back – slowly making his way to your behind that he loved so much. You giggled as you felt his hands move slowly, and he returned with a chuckle and a bite of your lower lip. Usually, you would let him be in control, but this night, you felt rather bold. You grabbed his hands and held them above his head, smirking at him while he looked shocked.

"Love," he purred, trying to reach up to your neck. "You'd better be careful."

You took a deep breath in. "No," you growled in his ear. Causing his erection to become large enough to touch your core through the bathrobes. "Your hands will stay up here," you ordered. With a lustful gaze, Loki nodded and licked his lips.

You let go of his hands, and to your surprise, he actually obeyed. You started to peel the bathrobe off his body – kissing his chest as it became exposed. Loki was fighting to not move his hands, grab you, and dominate you, but he knew how important this was to you. Your hands found their way down to his hips, and you finished untying the robe and peeling it back. Finally, with your husband bare before you, you again sighed at the sight of the god.

"Does my wife like what she sees?" Loki said in a sultry voice with his hands still above his head.

You nodded your head and resumed kissing your way down his body. Once you were above his erect, throbbing member, you kissed the short, curly black hairs and massaged his balls, bringing forth a moan from him.

"If you move your hands at all, then I'll stop," you threatened, knowing that it was becoming harder for him to contain himself. He didn't answer, so you licked the underside of his cock.

"Yes," he gasped.

"Yes, what?" you urged him on, teasing the tip of his member.

Loki groaned. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good boy," you muttered before going back to placing your kisses.

You made sure to kiss every inch of his cock – top, bottom, sides, and tip. You knew what drove him insane, and you knew how to tease him viciously, and he had no choice but to endure it and follow your rules if he didn't want you to stop. Finally, you took him into your mouth and moaned at his taste – the precum that had been leaking from his tip.

Loki tasted wonderful, as usual, but it wasn't wonderful in the sense of sweetness – he was primal. He tasted like a true man – a true god. He moaned and fought to keep his hands up as you swirled your tongue around his tip and sucked his shaft like he loved – bobbing your head up and down. Whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth was stroked by your hand, and your other hand kept its attention on his balls – making sure he was as turned on as possible. Loki watched with heavy eyelids as you went up and down on him – spitting on his cock and letting your saliva fall from your mouth onto him every now and then.

"Please," he began to beg you.

You chuckled – sending another vibration through his body. "Please, what, husband?"

"Please," he groaned again. "Please let me finish."

"Hmm," you pondered, sending yet another jolt of pleasure through him. "No."

You took him out of your mouth and kissed the tip of his cock before looking up and smiling at him innocently.

"Lovebug," he began, getting more impatient. "I obeyed your rules."

"I know," you whispered as you crawled up to him and let him taste himself on your tongue. "Keep obeying me. It'll be worth it," you purred.

"If it's not, then I'll have to punish you," he threatened. You grinned at him, and then his eyes widened. "Dear," he started in a warning manner, "don't tell me that was your goal."

You leaned back over him and hovered your face above his before moving to his ear. "It was," you whispered. "What're you going to do about it."

In a flash, your bathrobe was off, and you were underneath the God of Mischief.

"What am I going to do about it?" he growled, nipping at your neck. "What do you think I'm going to do about it?" You sighed in response as you felt his hand make its way down to your soaking wet cunt. The ability to form words had left you, and the only thing you were capable of was moaning at his touches. "Oh my," he purred in your ear. "Sweetheart, you are dripping wet for me." You could only nod in response, breaths coming heavy, your breasts rising and falling in rhythm. Loki soaked one of his fingers in your wetness and brought it up to your lips. "Here," he coaxed you into taking his finger into your mouth, "have a taste."

You eagerly licked his finger clean, moaning at the taste of your need for him. With a dark and lustful chuckle, he soaked his finger again, but this time, he licked it clean. You playfully whined at the act, so he obliged and soaked his finger for a third time – watching you taste yourself once more. Seeing you so needy for him turned him on more than anything else. "That's my good girl," he complimented you, taking a nipple into his mouth. You panted at the sensation of his tongue slowly swirling around your hardening peaks. He moaned shamelessly at the texture and taste of them. "I will be sure to enjoy these until our child needs them," he muttered.

Up until that moment, you somehow forgot what the two of you were actually doing, but instead of being nervous, the thought of your god impregnating you turned you on even more than you already were. Loki started kissing his way down your chest just as you had done earlier. When he got to neatly groomed, short hairs that decorated your cunt, he placed deep, loving kisses on the area where your child would grow once conceived. You bent your knees for him, and Loki wasted no time in diving in – holding your thighs far apart and as wide as they could go with his hands. He chuckled as you writhed beneath him, and you grabbed hold of his dark locks, pulling him as close as you could to your aching, needy core. Loki inserted his tongue as deep as he could into your entrance – massaging what he could reach. You couldn't help but throw your head back and moan at the stimulation. Soon, you felt his cock line up to your entrance, and he crawled up to you to plant a kiss on your swollen lips.

"I love you," he hummed in your ear before placing a kiss on your cheek.

"I love you," you answered through your panting. "Please, Loki," you started to beg.

Without another word and with a deep kiss, Loki slowly entered you in one easy motion. Both of you moaned at the feeling of being one, and he threw your legs over his shoulders so he could reach your g-spot better. You pulled his face to yours and kissed him as hard as you could – trying to convey your love to him. His hands found their way to the back of your head, and he held it carefully with his strong hands. Loki slowly moved in and out of you, driving you closer to your climax by the second.

"Do you like that?" he growled in your ear.

"Yes," you managed to sigh. "Don't stop. Please."

He chuckled with a deep voice. "Oh, my love, I don't intend to." He placed a kiss where your neck met your chest. "I'm going to ensure that you are well sated." Then he took one of your nipples into his mouth. "I'm going to make sure that your pussy is overflowing with my seed." His mouth found its way to the other nipple. "I won't quit until I'm certain that you carry my heir."

Those words coming from him were enough to send you over the edge into a blinding, orgasmic bliss. You threw your head back, arched your back off the bed, and clawed at Loki's back – driving him to ravage you harder. Screaming his name at you felt your walls clench around his cock; you could also feel yourself squirting on him – coating him with your cream. He guided you through your orgasm and slowed his pace as you began to come back. Your eyes opened, and for a few seconds, everything was a blur, but when you saw Loki smiling down at you, you moaned, and your sight returned. That was the first orgasm of many to come that night. Over and over, Loki pushed you over the edge – keeping to his word on making sure you were beyond satisfied.

Loki could tell that you were becoming exhausted and that you were starting to become sore from his repeated thrusting, so Loki decided that he would let you ride him for the final round of the night. You straddled him, but instead of lying on his back, Loki sat up so that you were on his lap. For the final time that night, his cock slowly entered your well-fucked cunt, and both of you sighed at the feeling. He let you set the pace, helping you by holding your hips and moving you up and down on his cock – never going faster than you wanted.

"Come in me," you whispered to him, holding your forehead to his – both drenched in sweat.

Loki smiled and stilled in you – brushing your hair behind your ears. "Gladly," he replied as he started moving with you again.

You could feel him start to shake, and his thrusts became more uneven. At the last moment, you leaned back and pulled him down on top of you – wanting him to take control. He happily obliged, and you wrapped your legs around his back – locking your ankles to hold him as close as possible. He moved a little bit faster – getting himself around the last corner, and then he desperately reached for your face. He grabbed your chin with his hand and gently turned your head so that he could easily capture your lips. As he did, you heard him let out a small moan – one that grew much louder once he started spilling himself inside you for the last time that night. It was clear that he had been controlling himself all night, waiting until this moment to truly go over the edge. You could feel his warm seed filling you up, so much so that you felt the overflow start to come back out, but Loki just thrust himself back in. Your walls throbbing around him only made his orgasm more intense, and the sounds of your fluids mixing were almost as loud as your moans of pleasure.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered on your lips.

He had tears in his eyes, as did you. "I love you, Loki," you whispered back, placing a kiss on his nose. "Thank you."

2 Months Later

Your face was glowing, your smile brighter than it had ever been as you made your way to the bedchamber that you and Loki shared. You were practically skipping your way there. Finally, you were at the door and went to open it but stopped – suddenly feeling a wave of anxiety wash over you. What were you going to say? How were you going to say it? What would his reaction be? You didn't have much time to think about it because Loki must have heard your footsteps. He opened the door and looked at you.

"Did you forget how to open a door?" he teased you, walking back into the room with you slowly following. You kept quiet and tried to get your thoughts in order. "Babe?"

"Sorry," you shook your head and smiled. "No, I just...it's," Loki looked at you with a raised eyebrow, confused at your hesitation. Finally, you exhaled a deep breath and spoke. "I'm pregnant."

You watched his face for a reaction, which at first was just a blank stare with rapidly blinking eyes. Eventually, a smile crept across his face, and his eyes glistened with tears.

"Really?" he asked, trying to hold back his excitement, afraid that you may be tricking him. You bit your lip and nodded rapidly. "Oh my God," he sighed and picked you up into his arms – planting a kiss on your lips followed by small pecks all over your face. "This is amazing," he said, his voice muffled in your hair. "Holy..." Finally, he put you back down on your feet and guided you over to the bed. "May I?" he asked as his hand hovered over the non-existent baby bump.

"Yes," you nodded quietly. Loki placed his large hand flat against your stomach and smiled as he thought about the baby growing within. "It's about the size of a pea," you told him.

"It won't be for long," he answered, looking up to your eyes while leaving his hand in its place. "How are you feeling?"

"Nervous," you chuckled. "Um, excited, scared, tired."

Immediately, Loki moved to let you lie down on the bed. "Then my queen shall rest," he insisted.

You giggled. "Loki, it's fine," you told him. "I'm just a little sleepy."

"Any nausea?" he asked with worry. "Tell me if you're nauseous, and I'll have the healers bring anything that will help."

"My love," you chuckled, placing your hands on his shoulders. "I'm fine," you swore. He looked at you skeptically but finally relented.

"You'll tell me that moment you aren't, right, lovebug?" he asked, his eyes wide and written with concern. You nodded and bent down to kiss him. "Also, if anyone does anything you don't wish to be done, just let me know, and I'll – "

You cut him off by pushing him backward on the bed and straddling his lap. "My husband worries too much," you whispered in his ear. "I think he needs to relax a little."

"I cannot help it," he answered. "My wife carries our child."

7 Months Later

"I am so sorry, Thor," you apologized as your dragged Loki away from his older brother. "Please, forgive him – he's not in his right mind."

"Next time, I swear I'll kill you!" Loki yelled, finally giving up the fight with you and exiting the room.

"Loki!" you yelled, stopping Loki from walking away. "Get back here. Now!"

Loki turned around and tried to wrap you in his arms, but you backed away. "Love?"

You scoffed and shook your head. "Seriously?" you asked. "What is your problem?"

Loki looked offended. "My brother could have hurt you!" he defended himself. "Hurt our daughter!"

"Oh my God," you rolled your eyes. "Loki, it was just a hug. That's it. We're fine."

"I don't care," he continued to argue. "Our daughter is growing within you, and I won't risk any harm to either of you." Tears started to gather in your eyes, and Loki quickly closed the gap between the two of you. "Lovebug, come here," he said softly as he pulled you into his arms and rocked you gently. "I apologize for my behavior," he started, placing a cheek on the top of your head. "I just...I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to either of you." He placed a hand on your stomach that held your daughter and wiped your tears with the other. "I can't help being protective of you."

"You're not being protective, Loki," you quietly retorted, wiping the last of your tears with the back of your hand. "You're being overprotective."

"Why is that a bad thing?" he asked, desperate for an answer. "Why is it bad for me to want to protect the two loves of my life?"

"It's not," you sniffled. "But you're attacking your own brother for just giving me a hug," you pointed out. "You and I both know that Thor would do anything to protect his niece."

"You're right," he conceded. "I may have been a bit over the top."

"A bit?" you scoffed.

"Okay, a lot," Loki finally admitted.

"Now, go apologize to him," you ordered.

Loki easily complied with your request, and he walked back into the room. As the door closed behind him, you felt a cramp in your stomach. You grabbed and massaged it – trying to soothe it, but it didn't want to go away. Out of nowhere, the cramp grew to a more painful feeling, and you leaned against a column to steady yourself – taking deep breaths and waiting for it to go away. During your pregnancy, you had more gas than you thought you would, but this was not that. You were certain of that fact when you felt a gush of water spill between your legs and onto the floor.

"Uh oh," you mumbled to yourself. In a panic, you turned your head towards the door and wished for Loki to walk back through it. "Oh, come on," you hissed through gritted teeth. "You never want to socialize." Afraid to move, you leaned on the column for a few more minutes, but you decided it was best to head back towards the gathering – Loki was probably thinking you were going to come back. To your relief, a guard approached you as you slowly made your way down the wall and towards the door.

"Princess Y/N," he called out, running over to you. "Are you alright?"

"No," you sighed, pointing at your stomach and the wet trail you left. "Loki – go get Loki."

Understanding the urgency, the guard sprinted towards the room where everyone was gathering and called out on his way.

"Prince Loki! The princess is in labor!" he yelled loudly.

Loki must have heard him because he quickly opened the door, letting it slam against the wall, and Thor came out behind him, followed by their parents.

"Loki," you whined as he picked you up in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he started running towards where the healers were. "Loki, she's coming. It hurts," you cried.

"I know, my love," he said softly, trying to hide his own anxiety. "It's going to be alright."

Thor, Frigga, and Odin closely followed Loki as he carried you to the healers. Once the two of you arrived, you were placed on a bed, and the healers examined you – determining how long it would be until your daughter would be born. The three family members were able to see you before your contractions grew too close, and Loki made it clear that he would not leave your bedside for anything. You grabbed for his hand and squeezed it as one of the worst contractions came.

"Are you ready, Princess Y/N?" one of the healers asked, wanting to make sure you were prepared for your daughter to be born. You nodded, unable to speak due to focusing on your breathing. Carefully, the healers placed each of your feet in the stirrups at the bottom of the bed and readied themselves for the birth of the new royal family member.

"I'm right here," Loki whispered, placing a kiss on the side of your head. "You can do this – just squeeze my hands." He wrapped his other arm around your shoulder so that you could reach up and grab his other hand, using both to help with the pain.

The healer delivering the baby counted down, and once she reached zero, you took a deep breath in and push down into the bed as hard as you could.

Delivering yours and Loki's daughter took a surprising twenty-five minutes, and it was the most painful, bloodiest, difficult, yet happiest twenty-five minutes of your life. After the final push, you felt her slide out of you and into the healer's arms, who immediately placed her on your chest that was only covered by a blanket. For a few seconds, she let out a wail, but it quickly subsided, and she began to coo the best she could.

"Oh my God," you gasped through tears and panting breaths. "Loki, look."

Loki placed a kiss on your cheek and rubbed your daughter's bloody head. "She's perfect." She looked like her father – pale skin and dark hair. Hopefully, when she opened her eyes, they would be the same magnificent blue. "Thank you," he whispered.

"I was wrong," you said flatly as you admired the small being squirming in your arms.

"About what, lovebug?" he asked, similarly admiring the beauty you held.

You looked over at him and smiled wide, placing a kiss on his lips. "There's no such thing as overprotective."

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kkusuka · 3 years

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hiii I was wondering if you could do a threesome w kuroo bokuto and y/n?? plsss💞

i can actually, that’s the fun part.

(I'm going to try to use gender-neutral pronouns, but the reader has female anatomy, I hope that’s ok!)

I deadass just took this and ran with it oml.

All 18+, public sex, circumstantial humiliation, slight voyeurism, orgasm denial, threesome M/F/M, they’re both kind mean but not really, slight degrading

Synopsis: Your college chem class is kicking your ass so when your professor recommends you to Kuroo, who seems to come in a package deal with another owl-ish boy, you were more than thankful.

4/25

You couldn't believe it, you were so sure you had done well on this test. You made flashcards and even scoured the web for as many quizlets on the subject as you possibly could. But one thing remained the same: Masahiro sensei’s chemistry class was kicking your ass.

No matter how many times you looked at the reference tables and started at the elements you didn't understand a single word that came out of that man's mouth. What’s worse is that you seemed to be the only one who ever had trouble in his class, and he always made sure to let you know.

Side glances during lectures, calling you out when he knows you have no clue what the answer could be, talking about how 'some people’ would do better if they tried harder. You just didn't know what else to do.

So, in some twisted way, you were thankful when he requested to keep you a few minutes after class requesting to talk about some personal issues. Issues you wished would include a new grade and easier tests.

But him telling you about a boy with exceptional grades who would be a perfect fit to help you out, was something you had expected, but did not want. You felt more embarrassed than you already were, couldn't he just give you a website where you could watch videos about ionic and binary compounds?

Looking back to the phone number he had written for you on an index card, you relent. Sending a quick message to the number you shut your phone off and tried to get to your dorm, dropping onto your bed faster than you’d like to admit.

Hey, this is y/n l/n, Masahiro-sensei gave me your number for possible tutoring, if you're up for it of course. Any time for me works. 12:56 pm

Yeah, he let me know about a possible tutoring session, how about the library tomorrow at 4? 1:03 pm

I'm Kuroo Tetsurou btw. 1:07 pm

And like that your day got 10x worse, you don't even know who this way. You at least hoped it was the boy with the fluffy hair in the first row. At least Masahio told him, you assume it may have gone worse, tomorrow at the library at 4.

You could deal with that.

Your first meeting had gone fairly well. You arrived that the library entrance five minutes early reaching for your phone to let the mysterious Kuroo Tetsurou know that you had arrived, but before you could get that far-

“No need babe, I'm right here, L/n right?”

He was tall, taller than you at least. Tall enough to be able to lock down at you. Looking at you with his narrow hazel eyes and his sleazy yet comforting cat-like smile. His hands were shoved into the pockets of a bright red- volleyball jacket? Nekoma volleyball club must be from high school.

He led you to an isolated corner of the science section on the third floor, a place you had frequented during your mid-semester crying chemistry sessions-- hopefully your tears have dried up by now and you won't make a fool of yourself.

He wasted no time asking exactly what you need help with and seemed more than surprised when you told him everything. He let out a laugh that made you want to get up and run away before letting you know that it was normal to be confused and that you would just start with the electron configurations.

It was going great, he was an amazing teacher and knew exactly what to tell you to make you remember all the rules of the SPDF configurations and everything leading up to the oxidation states of the transition metals. It was just sad that he had to go over everything a second time just for you to get it in your mind.

In the middle of explaining lead’s second oxidation state, Kuroos phone lit up with a notification a Bokuto was calling. Without a second glance, he declined the call and went right to the first state of silver.

Three seconds in this same Bokuto called back after a few choice texts, letting out a sigh he apologized muting about a stupid owl not giving him a moment of rest no matter the time of day.

He picked up and tried to walk away as quick as he could, the only thing you could gain from the conversion was a

HEY HEY! you still at the library? Though you’d be done by now Kuroo!

To which Kuroo told whoever was on the end of the line, that he didn't mind and they should mind their own business. Then you were out of earshot. when he came back he looked as if the life was sucked from his soul.

He plopped into the chair across from you and sat for a second before releasing a deep breath. He looked back at you connecting eyes--they looked impossibly cat-like under the lights of the library-- before shooting you a shifty smirk.

“Babe you're doing great but I've gotta cut it off for today, and you don't mind if a friend joins us for the next few sessions? He isn't that bright.”

It took you of all five seconds to think of your answer, another person who wasn't the brightest will make you look less stupid. Just the thought made you feel bad, you're sure that Bokuto was a wonderful person, hopefully, and did not deserve to be used to make you seem less hopeless. Yet still,

“Yes! That’s totally fine, I'll see you in two days?”

“Sounds great”

“‘C'mon babe what's the dashed configuration of bromine?”

You didn't know, or maybe you did. It's not like that would matter considering the two fingers curling into your sweet spot. You could only focus on the way he rubbed your throbbing nub that sent sparks straight beach into your core.

“I-i I don’t- god, please, please, need to cum.” you were so close, Kuroo had already ripped two orgasms from you because you didn't know the answer, and you were going to scream if he did it again. “Please, wanna cum”

“No can do baby Owl, that’s the deal no cumming until you get the question.”

Bokuto.

You would have forgotten he was there if it weren't for his piercing gaze on Kuroo’s fingers drenched in your slick. Not once has it wavered from you, your silt to you tits up to your lips.

You had to try, he’ll stop. Somewhere in the back of your mind you know the answer, they know you know the answer. Somewhere else in your mind you think about how you got caught up in this in the first place.

How Kuroo was frustrated and told you the if you got another wrong answer he would fuck the right one into you. Or bokuto purposely mocking him that sent him further until his hands were pulling your panties down your legs stuffing two fingers in your cunt, saying how he won't stop until you get all the answers right.

“Two- e-eight- eight-teen- please please, si--six- NO seven, it’s seven. ‘M so close please”

Kuroo seemed pleased with your answer, his hands moving quickly around your bud and curling further into your g-spot as Bokuto makes his way around the table to where the two of you are seated.

Pulling the shirt above your head, Bokuto circles a nipple through the fabric of your bra commenting on how quickly it had pebbled, attaching his mouth to your other as Kuroo commanded you to cum around his relentless digits.

Clenching around his fingers you hadn't noticed a head of white and black hair moving towards your center. Coming off the high of your orgasm you felt Bokuto’s tongue spread your lips as his nose circled your clit.

“Oh, dude! You gotta taste ‘em! Like liquid gold, Man!”

You flushed further, if possible, tethering a hand into Bokuto's hair. Understanding the compliment Kuroo swiped a finger along your slick-covered thighs and let a mockingly loud moan fall between his lips.

As if you could be more embarrassed by the noises of Bokuto slurping whatever he could catch in his mouth, Kuroo’s coos of how red you look and how delicious you look, as the man under you eats as if it was his last meal.

Two hands grabbed your waist and lifted you off Bokuto, placing you back on your feet. Turing you toward the wall of windows and hand on your back bent you over the table surrounded by all of your notes.

“Look at that, she’s just gushing all over the place. All this over a chemistry lesson? Who knew I was teaching such a cockwhore this whole time.” a hand met your clit as Kuroo began to push into you, forcing you further into the table.

You heard a gasping moan as he bottomed out, glancing over to where Bokuto sat hand around the base of his cock, standing as Kuroo waved him over to you.

“I think you can fit two, right?” and just like that bokuto was forcing his way into your clenching walls. There was discomfort until a soft pop to which both the boys let out a sigh.

You feel so full. You didn't know who but one of them was brushing against your cervix. The first thrust came to you as a surprise, following with a second's rest before the two of them created a steady rhythm.

The faster they went the more apparent it was, they were using you like a fleshlight. You couldn't even speak as a cock hit right at your g-spot. Back arching you let out a series of small “ahs” much to Kuroo’s enjoyment.

“You fucking like this! Getting dicked where everyone can see. By two cocks no less!” he laughed pulling your head up from its place in your arms, making you have to look at your reflection in the glass.

“No-no I-” a smack to your ass stopped you from trying to defend what little dignity you had left. There was no defending as Bokuto leaned towards your ear, never breaking rhythm.

“No?,” he was practically snarling, “Then why the hell are you clenching our dicks so well, Baby Owl?”

As if he flipped a switch your world went dark as you clenched further on the two men as you came. Riding out your orgasm neither of them let up the pace as they jackhammered into your poor pussy.

Bokuto came first, with a loud groan of your name before he slumped into the chair he previously inhabited. Settling to watch as Kuroo pulled your chest up to meet your back to his chest. Rutting into you as his orgasm rapidly approaches.

If you weren't so sure this place was desolate you would be worried about someone hearing the slaps of your skin, or Kuroo’s final grunt as he filled you with his load, dropping you to lean on the table.

At least your next chemistry test was graded with a 21/25, you’re sure the two of them will love to hear about that.

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq #hq smut #hq x reader #my brain went brrrrrrr #this is kinda all over the place #kinda bad but whatever

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your-nerd-is-showing · 3 years

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JJK Boys Headcannons: Losing their Virginity!

Featuring:

Yuji

Megumi

Warning: Losing virginity,

So these ended up being much longer than I planned I'm splitting them up into two or possibly three separate posts! So stay tuned if you like the Yuji and Megumi headcannons!!!

~Yuji~

Credit to Artist

~ One day a few weeks ago you and Yuji were making out things got pretty hot. Ever since then Yuji has wanted to do more with you.

~ He’s constantly been dropping not so subtle hints.

~ “(Y/N).” He starts as he places his hand on your thigh. “Do you wanna go back to my place and have some fun?” He tries to be innocent but his eyes are filled with lust.

~ “Babe I can’t stop thinking about that hot make out session we had (Y/N) I wanna do more.”

~ Can you say pussy whipped before he even gets your pussy!

~ He needs a lot of praise and reassurance!

~ This adorable needy boy is just craving your touch. (He's a sweet innocent little cinnamon bun that you just want to eat up)

~ Acts all cool and macho until its time to actually get down to it.

~ Now he is a trembling mess because he has no idea what to do.

~ Kissing? Maybe he should start there.

~ Yuji sloppily kisses you nervous as fuck because he is so worried about being bad his first time or what if he cums within 2.5 seconds. (He is freaking the fuck out inside)

~ His needy hands grab at your ass as he is kissing you.

~ No he wants to grab your waist! No your ass! He can’t figure out where he wants his hands to go.

~ You notice he is a total mess and ask him if he wants you to take control.

~ Now he is freaking out even more because he thinks that you think he is doing a bad job.

~ You reassure him that everything is fine you want take the lead and help him because you want both of your first time to be good.

~ You tell him exactly what to do.

~ “Kiss me while you’re unbuttoning my shirt.”

~ Yuji does so, next you guide his hands down to unzip your skirt.

~ He gets a little too excited getting ahead of himself and accidentally bites your lip a little too hard while he is kissing you.

~ He gets upset because he drew blood.

~ You reassure Yuji that it is ok by pushing him down and kissing is neck while you take off his shirt.

~ After a very long grabby make out session it’s time to explore each other.

~ “I uh I want to take off your bra (Y/N).” Yuji gives you a cute but shy smile.

~ So you turn around for him to do so and he just stares at it like it’s Fort Knox.

~ You reach your hand around and point out the hooks and that he as to undo them. “You have to unhook it.”

~ After five minutes success! he finally gets your bra off.

~ Yuji's jaw almost falls off as he looks at you naked…. It’s like he is seeing you for the first time all over again.

~ He continues to stare captivated by your beautiful jiggly breasts he reaches his hands out to play with them.

~ “Soooooo soft and squishy!” Yuji says with amazement as he pushes his face into them letting out a cute sigh.

~ You can’t help but giggle at how cute he is acting right now.

~ After getting lost in your amazing boobs he finally comes back and kisses you.

~ “Now what?” He asks his nervousness completely gone now..

~ You smirk at him and lay down. “Take off my panties sweetie.”

~ He looks at you all excited. “R-really!? I can take them off!?”

~ Yuji eagerly takes off your panties gazing at your pussy like it holds the answer to everything. (For him it probably does actually)

~ Finally he reaches out his hand running it over your slit making some juices leak onto his palm earning a sweet moan from your lips.

~ He looks at the gooey mess left and licks it off. “You taste pretty good.” He will give you a cute smile as he says that.

~ “Can I try something?” He asks you as he pushes his palm against your wetness again then licking off your juices.

~ You let out a louder moan as you nod your head yes.

~ Yuji gets all happy and lays on his belly scootching himself closer to your pussy.

~ He spreads your lips and lightly licks your clit making you shudder as you feel his warm breath then his tongue flicking it ever so lightly.

~ He catches on and encircles his mouth around your clit sucking on it as he gently pushes a finger inside you.

~ You have to catch your breath from the sudden surprise as he pumps his finger in and out of you while he continues to lick your clit.

~ “Oh Yujiiiii!” You moan out as you grab his soft hair. “Ju-justtttt like that!” You moan praising him.

~ He finally decides to come up his face completely soaked from your juices he gives you the cheesiest smile like he just won the lottery. (Well I guess he did in a way)

~ You look down and notice his pants are soaked from all the pre-cum so you take them off and gently stroke his throbbing cock.

~ “Be ca-careful.” Yuji wines out. “I don’t want to cu-cum to-too soon.”

~ “Okay so do you want to-to d-do it-it then?” You ask shyly.

~ He nods his head so you grab the condom and put it on him. (No babies for you yet)

~ “Do you want me on top or do you want to be on top?” You ask him.

~ “I want you to be on top you seem to have a better handle on this than I do.” He says sweetly.

~ “Okay lay down.”

~ He does so and you straddle his waist.

~ You position yourself and take a deep breath as he enters you.

~ Both of you moaning loudly as he fits in.

~ Slowly you start to rock your hips.

~ Yuji on the other hand is completely lost and his movements are very sporadic.

~ “Okay babe.” You start. “Every time I rock my hips forward you thrust into me.”

~ He listens and finally gets a motion going.

~ “Oh (Y/N)!” He moans out. “Th-this feels soooooo soooooo soooooo amazinggggggg!” He has a huge smile plastered to his face as he grabs your boobs and plays with them.

~ “Yessssss it is Yujiiiiiiiii! You’re do-do-doing soooooooo goooooooood!” You moan out.

~ Yuji loves hearing you praise him, it turns him on so much making him thrust into you faster.

~ He knows he isn’t going to last much longer between those sweet praises coming from you and the way your tight pussy just sucks his cock in he’s slowly losing it.

~ “Yujiiiiiii oh my God! I’m gonna cummmmm!” You moan out as you orgasm.

~ That does it for Yuji feeling your pussy tighten around his cock.

~ “(Y/N) I'm-I'm c-cu-cum-cumminggggggg!” He moans out as a explodes.

~ You lean down and kiss him passionately to know he has done an amazing job. Followed by more praises. “Yuji baby you did an amazing job for your first time!” You kiss him again.

~ You get off of him, take the condom off tossing it away.

~ You snuggle each other soon falling asleep.

~Megumi~

Artist Credit to @tyoukeikotu on Tumblr

~ You and Megumi have been dating for a while now your first year anniversary is coming up.

~ You have both talked about having sex among other things many times.

~ The two of you have done some stuff already. (like you’ve given him hand jobs and he has fingered you)

~ Megumi wants the first time to be really romantic and special so he picks your one year anniversary.

~ You're hoping this will happen so you wear a beautiful dress with extra sexy underwear for the occasion.

~ “(Y/N) you look absolutely beautiful tonight.” He says as he pulls you in for a kiss.

~ Megumi home cooks an amazing dinner really, really romantic with candlelight.

~ You finish dinner and help clean up.

~ You lay down on the bed and he puts a movie on, a romantic comedy. (Something you’ve both seen a thousand times because let’s face it you won’t be paying much attention to it)

~ He lays next to you on the bed pulling you in close.

~ You rest your head close to is neck and gently place your hand at Megumi's waistband.

~ He gently grabs your butt, making you look up at him and kiss him.

~ Megumi always acts all calm and cool but inside his heart is always racing when you touch him.

~ You bring your hand to his face wrapping it around his neck as you pull him in closer deepening the kiss.

~ Before you know it you’re straddling him, feeling his member become hard between your legs you gently buck your hips. (You want to subtly but not so subtly give him a hint)

~ He catches on instantly he still keeps his calm but inside he is becoming more nervous by the second.

~ Tonight it’s all about your pleasure.

~ He unzips your dress and rolls over so he is on top.

~ Megumi takes off your dress staring on in wonder at the sexy lingerie you’re wearing for him. “(Y/N) did you wear that just for me?”

~ He leans in and kisses you again as you unbutton and take off his shirt.

~ He breaks the kiss to look at you in all your glory.

~ He reaches out gently groping your breast as he kisses your neck making you moan.

~ He honesty has no clue what he is doing and he is panicking but as long as you like it he will keep calm on the outside.

~ He slowly kisses down your neck and between your breasts.

~ Slowly he moves his hands and unhooks your bra with ease slipping it off of you.

~ He pulls back to gaze as your breasts, he smiles as he reaches his hand out once again rolling your nipple between his fingers, making you moan louder.

~ He’s getting more and more turned on as you make those sweet lewd noises gaining more confidence.

~ He kisses you deeply as his other hand travels down into your panties he slowly inserts a finger in your soaking core, making you moan some more.

~ You're in such a trance being touched like this every bit of your body is tingeling. “Ohhhhhh!” Is all you can manage to moan out as he gently pushes in another finger.

~ He pulls his fingers out and licks them before taking off your panties.

~ He kisses you one last time before going down on you.

~ Megumi spreads your lips open gently licking your clit as he pushes a couple of fingers inside you again.

~ “Ohhhhh Megumiiiii!” Your body bucks wildly as you run your fingers through his soft raven hair.

~ He gets a little lost in eating you out and makes you squirt taking him by surprise.

~ He licks up your juices continuing to pleasure you as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.

~ “M-Me-Megumi I'm gonna cummmmm!” You wine out as you cum all over his fingers.

~ He comes up and wipes his face off before kissing you again.

~ “Well I liked that a lot more than I thought I would.” He says. (That was his first time ever going down on you)

~ “Me-Megumi…. I want to give you pleasure too.” You say shyly.

~ He turns bright red almost losing his cool when you say that.

~ “Uhhhh you-you want to pleasure me-me?” He gets really flustered.

~ You reach your hand down and unbutton Megumi's pants gently stroking his member outside his boxers making pre-cum leak through.

~ He whimpers at your touch. “(Y-Y/N-N).” He quietly moans out.

~ “Yes I do baby.” You whisper into his neck sending shivers down his spine. “Why don’t you lay back.”

~ He does so and you pull down his boxers taking his member in your soft hands.

~ You run your hands along his smooth shaft making him tremble at your touch.

~ “Ugnh.” He groans out.

~ You lower yourself to his tip licking the pre-cum off.

~ Megumi almost loses it when you encircle your mouth around his throbbing cock. “(Y-Y/N-N) that feels so-so good.” He quietly moans out.

~ He gently grabs your hair as your head bobs up and down watching on in amazement.

~ He has to be careful he doesn’t want to cum too soon so he pulls you off after a few minutes.

~ He grabs a condom and lays you down before putting it on.

~ Megumi takes a deep breath in as he positions himself between your legs.

~ “Are you ready my love?” He asks.

~ “Yes I am Megumi.” You smile at him.

~ He leans in to kiss you as he slips in, both of you moaning out loudly.

~ He slowly starts to thrust his hips.

~ Megumi already knows he won’t last too long the tightness of your pussy is just ruining him.

~ So he picks up the pace thrusting into you deeper.

~ Between hearing your sweet lewd moans and the wetness of your pussy every time he snaps his hips into you, God he can’t take it too much longer.

~ He bites his lip trying to hold on as long as possible, he wants to make sure you have an orgasm too.

~ “Me-gu-mi.” You moan out softly as he goes deeper you grab onto his muscular back. “I-I’m go-going to-to cummmmmm!”

~ Game over he feels your pussy tighten around him and he loses it, thrusting in deeper wining out he cums.

~ You smile at each other as you lean in to kiss him deeply.

~ He pulls out and takes the condom off to throw it away.

~ Turning his attention back to you Megumi can’t stop kissing you. “(Y/N) I love you so much.” He kisses you again.

~ “Megumi really you l-love me?” You can’t stop smiling. (This is the first time he said he loved you…. What a time huh?)

~ He smiles back. “Yes I do (Y/N).”

~ “I love you too Megumi.”

~ He pulls you in close, you lay on top of him falling into a deep blissful sleep.

@mguqiis @milktaro-inc @sassyeahhhh

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starsinmylatte · 3 years

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Tease (2/2)

Our beloved reader was fed up with the lack of attention from a certain Grand Admiral. To force his hand, she decided to send some pictures to tempt him while he was away, but things didn't quite go as they were planned. Now, we see the aftermath of those events.

Tease (1/2) link here in case you haven't read it!!

Pairing: Grand Admiral Thrawn x f!reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only) Minors DNI

Tags/warnings (for part 1): lingerie, m@sturbation, dom/sub relationship, y'all this is filth, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex (please practice safe sex irl), authority kink

Word count: 4k (I got a little... ok, a lot... carried away)

bat in’a- beautiful one

ch'eo ch'itiseb- my sweet

ch’eo vir- my dear

cseo cssah bat- so very beautiful

cseo ch’itrico- so hungry

cseo tsaco- so tight

You had known that you were in trouble, but you realized the true extent of how completely and utterly kriffed you were on the morning Thrawn returned to the Chimaera.

Clue number one: he didn’t spare you as much as a single glance when he entered the bridge. Usually, Thrawn would make a point to have at least one small moment of inconspicuous eye contact as a greeting, but not today. Today he didn’t spare so much as a glance in your general direction.

The second clue was far more direct; a simple note sent through the encrypted channel.

Wear it tonight.

Some small part of you hoped the video would finally push the calm, distinguished Grand Admiral over the edge. He was always a generous lover, that being somewhat of a massive understatement, but you could tell he was holding something back. During your most intimate moments, you could see it. Something sharp, dark, and glittering rose to the surface, and Thrawn pushed it away every time.

What would Thrawn be like if he fully let go? That thought sent delicious shivers down your spine, and his final audio message played on repeat in your head.

“Ch’eo ch’itiseb, you know you really shouldn’t tease me like this.”

Thrawn’s voice was normally a seductive purr, but that audio message…. It embodied the dark edge of him you had been longing to experience.

You felt your core clench as you desperately tried to re-focus on the screen in front of you, but an all-too-familiar presence suddenly appeared behind you. All of your racing thoughts screeched to a halt as that same smooth voice you were fantasizing about was now whispering in your ear. “Bat in’a….”

Thrawn’s warm breath was caressing your neck, raising goosebumps, and sending a chill down your spine. Your breath hitched almost imperceptively as he continued, “I see your gift fit you well; it certainly does seem like you enjoyed it.”

Your lover’s reflection was showcased on the darkened computer screen you were so intently studying. His eyes were half-lidded and blazing with barely contained desire. The knowledge that all the bridge officers were obliviously going about their duties while the most powerful man on the ship was leaned over and whispering sinful things in your ear was almost too much to handle. You had no choice but to blush and avert your gaze so you could keep some shreds of your dignity intact.

“Y… Yes, Grand Admiral. I did.” You may have been flustered, but you were feeling coy enough to tease him slightly. A “yes, sir” would have been sufficient, but you knew full well what Thrawn felt when you called him by his full title.

As if on cue, a growl so quiet and low you barely heard it emanated from the man behind you. Thrawn’s usual soft tone sharpened; the mysterious darkness resurfaced, and his perfect Imperial presentation cracked in half. The accent he worked so hard to conceal, the same one you loved to tease out of him, now marred his words. “Careful, Commander, if you want to be able to walk tomorrow, I suggest you close that pretty little mouth.”

Your mouth shut so fast on reflex that your teeth clacked together. His tone was utterly predatory; Thrawn, usually so prim and composed, sounded like he was moments away from ordering everyone off the bridge so he could fuck you now. But, stars, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t fantasizing about it now.

Your naked body flushed with desire, pressed up against the icy cold transparisteel of the viewport, and presented to the galaxy by your lover. Thrawn commanding your body as masterfully as he does his flagship, pushing you right up to the edge of completion before withdrawing, edging you over and over again until you can barely stand on your own. His muscular body pinning you in place against the wall, hell-bent on making you rely only on him for support, as he fucks you mercilessly from behind. Thrawn’s thick, ridged cock splitting you open and hitting spots so deep you see new stars appear in the galaxy with every thrust. The curved transparisteel to your side showing a perfect reflection of your bodies intertwining as Thrawn pulls your head aside to kiss and nip at your neck……..

Your blush turned at least three shades deeper as you shoved the thoughts aside. Thank the stars that most of the officers were gathered around a terminal on the other side of the bridge, or they would undoubtedly know exactly what was occurring between the Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy and his Commander.

Like flipping a switch, Thrawn’s cool, Imperial tone resurfaced in an instant. “Apologies, ch’eo ch’itiseb, I have distracted you from your duties for too long.

Wordlessly, you watched him straighten, pick an invisible speck of lint off his already pristine jacket, and resume his usual impassive expression. The blue bastard had the nerve to walk away and leave you flustered in the middle of the command bridge as if nothing had even happened. As he walked away, you saw the barest hint of a smirk ghost across his face. He wasn’t sorry at all.

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The rest of the day crawled by. Thrawn obviously had some plan for the evening, but not knowing the details meant the suspense was absolutely eating you alive. You managed to slog through the rest of your day without any major inconveniences, but as soon as it ended, you nearly ran to your quarters to prepare.

After showering and letting your hair dry, you turned your attention to what you would wear. Of course, Thrawn’s request that you wear the lacy, red set was a given, but you couldn’t exactly walk down the hallways of the Chimaera in that. You decided that it would be best for your trip to Thrawn’s office to seem like it was purely one of the extra duties you were finishing. You put on one of your looser fitting uniforms, hoping to hide the lines of the lingerie, and tied your hair back into its usual bun before leaving.

When you finally arrived at Thrawn’s office, the door slid open with a cool hiss of hydraulics as soon as you reached for your comm. You laughed softly to yourself. Well, he was definitely anticipating my arrival.

As you stepped through the door, you saw Thrawn’s back as he leaned over his desk. He seemed to be watching something quite intently, and as you kept walking forward, you began to hear hints of quiet audio. Before you reached his side, Thrawn paused what he was watching and turned his head to acknowledge you. A dangerous smile played across his lips, “Commander, I was hoping you’d be here soon. You are just in time for my favorite part.”

You raised an eyebrow and shot him a questioning glance, “What… what do you mean?”

His smile widened enough to show off his pointed teeth, “I do believe you should know exactly what I’m referring to because you played a starring role in it, ch'eo ch'itiseb.”

At that moment, you felt your soul leave your body. Kriffing sith hells, he saved it.

You didn’t think it was possible for his smug smile to get any bigger, but it did. “Oh, bat in’a, of course, I would save something so… artfully done.”

Thrawn stepped aside, and you were greeted by a projection of your video displayed between the other holos of priceless artwork on his desk. It was stopped at a very particular moment; you reclined on his bed with your legs spread open. One hand rested on your thigh, and the other was settled on your chest.

You opened your mouth to say something, but before you could, Thrawn hit a button, and the video continued to play. Breathlessly, you watched as your head lolled to the side, and Thrawn’s name left your lips in a broken moan. One of your hands pushed the lace aside to slip two fingers deep inside your cunt, and the other rolled a peaked nipple between your fingers.

A pang of lust immediately overcame any embarrassment you felt in the moment as you realized exactly what Thrawn must’ve felt when watching the video. Even though you had intended for the circumstance to be slightly different, it must’ve absolutely killed him to be away from you for that night and the several days following it.

Before you could react, Thrawn had closed the remaining distance and pinned your back against the wall. He leaned in to lavish his attention on the shell of your ear and whispered, “Naughty little thing….. teasing a Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy like that. I could’ve canceled the trip to come back and fuck you, but then I would have been giving in. You obviously need to learn a lesson in patience.”

One of his powerful hands pulled your wrists above your head and roughly pinned them to the wall. A gasp fell from your open lips and your legs involuntarily clenched together as your cunt throbbed with desire. Watching the video had already lit a familiar fire in you, but now you could feel your arousal beginning to soak the thin, lacy material of your panties. Thrawn’s already wicked smile turned feral, and he forced his thigh between your legs. He grabbed your jaw and tilted your face up to look at him.

“Ch'eo ch'itiseb,” he cooed, “you don’t get any relief quite yet. You were so eager to tease me with that video, but now it’s my turn. Tonight, I get to take my time with you.”

As if to prove his point, Thrawn flexed and shifted his muscular thigh, so a hard ridge of muscle lined up perfectly with your clit. “It’s what you deserve, after all, for trying to tease me. You looked drunk with your own imagined power, writhing in my bed and begging for me…..”

All you could do was whimper at his sinful words as he tilted your face to the side again. You let out a low groan as Thrawn pulled the collar of your uniform aside and lavished all of his attention at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, taking turns sucking and kissing until he had left a noticeable mark. He hummed in approval at his work before trailing a line of kisses up the column of your neck, only to immediately double back and follow the line with his tongue.

Thrawn was the definition of commanding as he gazed down on you, already keening from his touch. He clicked his tongue in a mockingly disapproving manner as he moved his hand to trace the outline of the hickey. “Such a needy little whore for me. Maybe I should mark you up, so everyone knows you’re taken.”

He trailed a long, graceful finger up the side of your neck as if deciding exactly where to claim you next before stopping at the tender pulse point below your jaw. “I think here, to start.”

Another breathless whimper left your mouth as you tried to grind against his thigh, searching desperately for any purchase you could find, but Thrawn just pushed you harder into the wall, leaving you unable to move at all. “A visible mark on a pretty thing like you will have the whole ship wondering who owns this precious cunt.”

Thrawn paused to capture your lips in an all-consuming kiss that further ignited the flame burning deep in your core. By now, your panties were completely soaked through; arousal was beginning to trail down your leg, and your lover hadn’t even taken your clothes off yet.

The barest hint of the friction you were desperate for and his sinful words made you melt further into his embrace as you made another futile attempt to grind against his thigh. “P-Please… Thrawn... I need you to touch me. Take my clothes off. Anything.”

His silken voice was infuriatingly smooth, and it was apparent Thrawn was enjoying his revenge. “Well, bat in’a, you begged so sweetly for me, and now here I am. You’re going to get everything you asked for, but I decide how much you get and when to give it. Maybe my little dove will know better than to tease me after her own lesson in patience is completed.”

Thrawn swiftly stepped backward, and your knees crumpled at the sudden lack of support. He reached out and gracefully caught you; one of his strong arms wrapped around your waist, and you felt the other behind your knees. Before you even fully realized it, your lover had quite literally swept you off your feet and was carrying you towards his private quarters. Thrawn’s burning eyes met your lust-addled gaze, and his smug smile returned, “Already weak at the knees for me, ch’eo vir?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but at that moment, your back hit the silken black sheets of his bed. If the unexpected fall hadn’t taken your breath away, the sight of Thrawn’s powerful form leaning over you absolutely would’ve. Even fully clothed, you could see the hard lines of his muscles shift and move beneath his uniform. His arousal was becoming more apparent by the second as his thick cock strained against the fabric of his pants. You wanted to feel its heavy weight in your mouth so badly you had to bite your bottom lip to stifle a moan.

Thrawn curled his long fingers beneath your chin and traced his thumb over your plush lips, “Open your pretty little mouth for me; I want to hear every single sweet sound you make tonight.”

When you complied, he slipped the calloused digit inside to rest on top of your tongue. You met his gaze again as you licked up the underside of his thumb before briefly closing your mouth to suck on it.

Thrawn let out a groan that trailed off into a low growl. Removing his thumb, he leaned down for another kiss. The first brush of his lips was almost reverent in its gentleness, but that soon gave way to searing passion. Thrawn’s hunger for you seemed to grow as his teeth nipped at your bottom lip, seeking permission to deepen your embrace. You yielded to him completely, hands reaching to cup Thrawn’s face as his soft, breathy moans mixed with your own until he pulled away.

“Thrawn…..” you protested at the sudden loss of contact.

“You would do well to remember that tonight is about you learning patience,” he admonished as his fingers sought the closure of your uniform. “For now, I wish to see you.”

The air in his bedroom seemed to fill with electricity as he slowly undid your uniform jacket. Every so often, his fingers would barely graze your skin as they worked away at the fastenings, raising goosebumps and sending a thrill down your spine at the anticipation of each touch.

As soon as the last clasp fell open, Thrawn leaned back to admire you. “Look at you….” his tone of voice was reverent as he trailed his fingers across your décolletage, “cseo cssah bat.”

You arched into his touch, encouraging him to remove the rest of your uniform. Thrawn tossed the clothing unceremoniously to the side and pulled the pins from your hair, letting it fall and frame your face. One of his hands reached down to tangle itself in your hair. “You look just like you did in the video,” he cooed, “tell me, are you as hungry for my touch now?”

“Yesyes, please, Thrawn. Please touch me,” you pleaded.

His red eyes blazed at the desire in your voice, “remove my clothes, then.”

You eagerly started to unfasten his white uniform shirt, drawing a short chuckle from the normally reserved Chiss. “Cseo ch’itrico...”

Each exposed inch of Thrawn’s beautiful skin spurred the movement of your hands until his jacket lay open and his muscular chest was on full display. Now, it was finally your turn to touch him. Your fingers trailed hungrily down the center of his chest over hard lines of muscle and old scars to hook into the waistband of his pants. Finally, he shrugged the jacket off and threw it to the side to join the growing pile of clothes.

In one fluid motion, Thrawn pulled you up and into his lap. Being this close to him was absolutely intoxicating; the chill of his quarters combined with the warmth of his body and his deep, masculine scent was enough to send your head reeling. His hands continued their previous mission, trailing over your body, studying you as he would any of the priceless art pieces he was so fond of. They paid special attention to your breasts, rubbing your peaked nipples through the fabric. You couldn’t help but whimper at the delicious sensation, “mmmmhThrawn…..”

“Does that feel good?” he murmured into your ear before rolling his hips upwards, driving his erection against your core. You cried out in pleasure as he leaned forward to press a searing kiss on the soft swell of your breast. Your hands sought purchase in his hair as he bit the tender spot before soothing the sting with his tongue, leaving yet another mark on you.

Thrawn’s hand trailed down to drag two fingers over your clothed cunt, growling in approval as he discovered the thin garment was already completely soaked. He moved the strip of lace aside and repeated the movement before circling your clit, drawing more desperate cries from you. All the teasing combined with the anticipation from earlier already had you nearing your first orgasm. Then, without warning, Thrawn thrust two fingers deep inside, and you shattered with his name on your lips.

He let out his own moan at the sensation of your cunt milking his fingers as he fucked you through your orgasm. “Needy little thing, how many times are you going to cum for me tonight?”

Thrawn held his fingers up for you to see. Stars, your arousal was dripping down them. “Commander, you made a mess. It’s only proper you should clean up after yourself.” The mock-disapproval was back in his voice as he pressed them to your lips.

Your cheeks flushed at his words as you took the fingers into your mouth and sucked them clean. Thrawn leaned in for another kiss, “Don’t worry, I’ll have my own taste soon enough.”

He laid you back down and moved to kneel at the base of the bed, pulling your hips to the edge. You slid easily through the silken sheets, grasping them for stability as you felt Thrawn’s hot breath on the inside of your thigh. Once again, he languidly pressed open-mouthed kisses to the soft skin before sucking deep bruises into the tender flesh, murmuring quiet praises in Cheunh between each one. The kisses trailed higher and higher until his mouth was pressed intently against your soaked core.

He gently sucked at your clit before sliding his tongue in to taste you. Your grip on the sheets tightened as he devoured you like a starving man, drinking you in and bring you closer and closer to ruin as he held your hips in an iron grip. You ground against his mouth, desperately chasing your second orgasm as he returned to sucking your clit. He let out a low growl of approval at your desperation, and the vibrating sensation on his lips pushed you screaming over the edge.

Again, Thrawn fucked you through your orgasm before raising his face to look you in the eyes. The calm, composed Grand Admiral was long gone. Pieces of his dark hair had fallen into his face, which shined with your arousal. His red eyes were half-lidded but smoldering with unrestrained lust. “You’ll give me another,” he demanded, returning his attention to your cunt.

For the second time that night, he pushed two fingers deep inside, seeking the spongy spot that would turn you into even more of an incoherent mess. You whined at the feeling of overstimulation, but you were just as hungry for him as he was for you. Thrawn moved back up to ravish your neck with more kisses while he slipped a third finger inside. The wet sounds they made would have been deeply embarrassing to you under any other circumstance, but the noises only encouraged your lover. “Tell me, ch’eo ch’itiseb, were you this wet when it was your own fingers inside of you?”

He gave a particularly rough thrust and grinned wickedly, “I don’t recall your cunt being this musical in the video.”

You were in such a blissful, fucked-out state that it was nearly impossible to form any words, but somehow you managed to speak, “Thrawnnnnn…. pleasepleaseplease…... need you inside me now.”

It was altogether too much. You came hard, soaking the sheets underneath you and drawing a pleased growl from Thrawn.

This time, he withdrew his fingers immediately, leaving your cunt spasming in his absence. Again, you protested weakly, but the sight of him finally removing his pants immediately stopped your complaints. It was a sight you’d never tire of, one you could appreciate even when you were this far gone. Thrawn was breathtaking; his lithe, muscular body had been sculpted from a lifetime of training and discipline. His cock was equally beautiful, large and thick, with pronounced ridges running along the side. He looked like a figure from one of his paintings as he walked towards you, a god of war hell-bent on making you his greatest conquest.

All need for words was long gone as he returned to the bed. Thrawn was as desperate as you; he ripped through the thin, lacy material in his way and trailed his cock along your slit, coating it with your combined arousal. He entered you in one swift movement, and the word fell away. You felt the delicious stretch of him, teasing the line between pleasure and pain as he began to fuck you at a relentless pace. With each snap of hips, yours rose to match the pace, and you saw stars. Thrawn tangled his hands in your hair and pulled you into an all-consuming kiss. He greedily captured each moan, every sigh that fell from your lips. Your fourth orgasm was quickly on the way, and you could tell that your lover wasn’t far behind.

All of the earlier teasings seemed to have affected him as much as they affected you. Thrawn pulled your hips upwards, and the new angle sent him deeper and deeper with each thrust. You felt this tip of his cock hit so incredibly far inside that it sent you reeling as the sound of your lovemaking filled the room. The lingering pleasures from all your previous orgasms were piling on top of each other, driving you closer and closer to a final climax that you were sure would leave you unable to walk tomorrow. Thrawn locked his gaze with yours, watching tears of pleasure run down your face. “So… close….. I can feel you, cseo tsaco -so tight- around me. Cum for me once more,” he commanded with the barest hint of desperation in his voice.

That was all the encouragement you needed before the most intense orgasm of your entire life swept over you. You bit down hard on the juncture of Thrawn’s neck and shoulder to keep from screaming his name loudly enough to tell the entire crew of the Chimaera exactly what was happening. He exhaled sharply as he continued to ride out your orgasm, but the feeling of your cunt greedily clenching around his cock was too much. Thrawn came with a groan, coating your walls with his seed as his pace slowed to a halt.

Your spent bodies fell on the bed together in the afterglow. Thrawn remained inside of you, and you enjoyed the closeness as you felt him soften. He pulled you into a tight embrace, placing a tender kiss on your temple as he softly smiled. “I missed you too, bat in’a.”

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oh-katsuki · 3 years

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Payback: Part 1 (Armin x Reader x Mikasa)

Pairing: Armin x Reader x Mikasa

Word Count: 2.1k

Content: Smut, fwb, alcohol consumption, oral sex (reader receiving), praise, they get caught, finger choking

Content Warnings: Drunk sex, drugs, semi-public sex, slight dacryphilia, slight dumbification

A/N: this series is probably gonna have about three parts, so enjoy part 1. Archive Fic

Part 2 | Part 3

You and Armin had been friends for a long time. Everyday for the past six years, Armin had been a part of your life and you had been a part of his. The one catch is that you and Armin also happen to have sex… a lot. Don’t get it twisted, you both are strictly friends, but that doesn’t stop you from going at it whenever you can. That’s why the look Armin gave you tonight from across the circle didn’t alarm you in the slightest.

It wasn’t unusual for your friend group to get together on Wednesday nights to drink, in fact, it happened almost every week and constantly resulted in Jean being late to his Thursday morning lectures. Still, you all gathered at Sasha, Connie, and Jean’s place every Wednesday to sit in a circle and drink yourselves stupid. Tonight was no different.

You all sat in the living room of the trio’s apartment in a sloppy circle. A few more people had been invited tonight, so the group was larger than usual, bleeding out into the crevices on the sides of the couch to attempt to fit everyone into what now looked like a lopsided oval. On one side of you sat Mikasa and on the other sat Jean, who was nursing a cup of god knows what from the previous round of rage cage that he’d lost. In the center of the circle sat a green bottle that was a dead give away to the new game the group would be playing.

“Seven minutes in heaven!” Connie called, adjusting the bottle in the center of the circle. “Since it seems everyone has had ample alcohol,” He shot a glance at his best friend, Sasha, who was a giggling mess in the arms of a blonde man you’d seen around campus a few times. “I think it’s about time we get the game started.”

“Man, shut up. You’re just looking for an excuse to makeout with someone.” Jean spoke up from beside you, giving a laugh into his drink as he made eye contact with the grey haired boy. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh from beside him, taking a sip from the beer bottle at your side.

“Yeah Connie, why is it that you think tonight’s the night you’re gonna get lucky?” You spoke up, leaning back on one hand and raising your eyebrow and snorting slightly.

“And with who?” It was Mikasa now who spoke up, the usually quiet girl’s lips pulling up into a wry smile as she glanced to Connie, Jean, and then you, where her gaze lingered for a second too long.

Connie gave a huff and rolled his head back before speaking up. “How about ____, huh?” Jean broke out laughing at this and you shook your head, letting out a good natured laugh. “Oh cmon, you don’t think I could? I’ve seen the marks on her. Can’t tell me she doesn’t.”

He slurred his words slightly as he spoke and you gave a laugh. It was no secret you had a fuck buddy, the marks all over your body would be enough to prove that to just about anyone, but what your friends didn’t know as you shifted your eyes to the blonde on the opposite side of the circle, was that it was someone they knew intimately. Armin’s eyes were clouded over, slightly hazy with the buzz of the alcohol and you could see him mouth the words “five minutes” to you, tossing him an affirmative nod before returning your attention to Connie.

You feigned innocence, giving an exaggerated shrug and a cheeky smile as you let out a laugh. “Haven’t got a clue what you’re talking about.”

“What? Fuckin’ liar, c’mon Armin. Dude you gotta know.” Connie turned his attention to Armin. Now both him and Jean were curious, their bodies leaning forward slightly in anticipation of his answer.

“I haven’t heard anything about that.” Jesus, you could tell why Armin was so popular with women. His voice was so deep and gentle and genuine. The way his soft lips curled slightly into a smile and the way his eyes shimmered slightly had you wondering why he was still single. Connie and Jean muttered curses to themselves, becoming absorbed in another subject of conversation, but Armin’s eyes lingered on you a little longer. They flicked up and down your figure slightly before he exhaled, standing up and breaking eye contact with you as he left the room, tossing you a knowing smile over his shoulder.

Fuck. You could feel your breath catch in your throat as you stood up to follow him. Everyone was far too absorbed in their own conversations to notice the two of you leave, and even if they had, it wouldn’t be unusual since you both are often seen together. Still, you made your way out of the room casually, your hands clenched in your pockets as you anticipated the moments to come. You found Armin leaning against a doorway in the kitchen, his head picking up once he’d heard you enter and his classic friendly smile spreading across his lips as you approached him.

“You’re pretty good at getting the memo.” He spoke, tilting his head slightly as his hand found your waist. “You sure no one’s following?” Armin’s eyes flicked behind you for a moment before coming back to rest on your lips. He licked his own subconsciously as you nodded.

“Mhm, I’m sure.” You spoke, letting him guide you by the waist into a small closet in the hallway. Before you knew it, he’d shut the door to the closet, pushing your figure up against it and bringing his lips to yours eagerly.

He wasted no time in slipping his tongue past your lips, a groan escaping him as he licked into your mouth, one hand gripping the fabric at your waist and the other buried in your hair. Armin pulled at the delicate skin of your bottom lip with his teeth and you let out a shaky breath against him, rutting your hips against his to relieve the ache between your legs.

He quickly lifted your shirt over your head, letting his gaze follow the bare skin of your collarbone. His eyes fell on your breasts and you could ear the faint “fuck me…” that fell from his lips as he attached his mouth to your tit, sucking your nipple eagerly.

Your hands found their way into his hair, a small whimper escaping your lips as you tugged at the soft blonde strands. He groaned, looking up at you.

“Y’look so pretty for me tonight.” Armin kissed up your neck quickly, his hands dipping into the waistband of your jeans. “Just for me, hm?” He hummed against your neck as you brought your hand to the growing bulge in his jeans.

You nodded, already feeling how desperate you were for him as his cock sprang free from his pants. Your mouth watered as you looked at it. Armin was pretty everywhere, his dick was no exception. It was long and a pretty shade of pink with one delicate vein running along the bottom and curved upwards. His dick always hit those perfect spots inside you.

Upon seeing it, you let out a whine as he took your mouth in his again. You took his dick in your fist, pumping him slowly as you shimmied out of your jeans. Armin brought two fingers to your clothed slit, earning a whimper as he applied slight pressure. He could feel the wetness from your panties on his fingers and he let out a low chuckle in response.

“So wet for me already, hm?” He gingerly pulled your panties aside, speaking into the base of your neck. You nodded again, bucking your hips against his hand.

“Please, Armin.” You gave him a breathy exhale, meeting his eyes. “Need more of you, please.”

“Fuck, okay. C’mere.” Armin hissed, taking you by the hips and placing you on a shelf about hip level from the ground. You were now facing the door and Armin’s back was to it as he hastily got on his knees for you.

“Gotta make this fast, pretty.” He was now face to face with your cunt and each word he spoke caused his breath to fan out over the place you needed him most. After meeting your desperate eyes one last time, he licked a long stripe up your pussy before burying his face in it, his lips circling your clit before he dipped his tongue down into your weeping hole. “Wouldn’t want the others to catch us.”

He spoke into your cunt, the words sending vibrations through you as he buried his nose into your clit, his tongue flicking upwards inside of you. It was enough to make your knees start to buckle and to cause a needy whine to fall past your lips.

“Tsk tsk. Gonna have to be a little more quiet.” Armin buried a finger in you as he spoke, curling it upward into the spongy spot inside of you. “Unless of course, y’want them to hear you.” He brought his mouth back to your clit, sucking on it and circling it with his tongue in unison with his fingers.

Fuck you wanted his cock so bad. His fingers and mouth were great, but you wanted to cream on his dick, feel your walls tighten around him as he fucks into you. You begin to whimper as you reach out to grab his wrist in an attempt to fend off your impending orgasm.

“Wanna cum on your dick. Please, please.” You were always stupid for him whenever he touched you. Something about the way he looked at you made you dumb, made you such a slut for his cock. His eyes clouded over as you spoke, pulling his fingers out of you and reaching up to push them past your lips.

You could taste yourself on his fingers as you swirled your tongue around his digits to collect yourself off of him. Armin groaned and pressed gently on the back of your tongue. You could feel tears begin to prick at your eyes and saliva pool in your mouth as he gagged you with his fingers. Upon seeing you gag slightly on his fingers, Armin lined his dick up with your entrance with a new found urgency.

“Fuck, fuck. Beg for it again, baby.” Armin’s dick throbbed and pressed gently against your entrance. You grinded against the head of his cock, your eyes meeting his as your mouth sucked harder on his fingers at the feeling of the head of his cock so close against your entrance.

“Please, Armin. Need to cum on your dick. Please.” You plead with him, letting his digits fall from your lips. The sight itself was enough to have him twitching. It drove Armin crazy the way your eyes looked so desperate and worried, as if he wasn’t about to give you what you wanted. As if the sight of you, hoisted up against the cabinets, brows knitted together, eyes fixated on his dick, lips wet with your own slick and spit, wasn’t enough to make him think he could cum from looking at you.

Without any warning, Armin bottomed out inside of you, throwing his head back and giving you (and himself) a moment to adjust. He quickly picked up a ruthless pace, the boxes on the shelves behind you rattling slightly as he fucked you into the wall. His fingers stayed in your mouth and with each thrust he pressed the back of your tongue. It was enough to have your eyes welling slightly with tears.

“Fuck, you’re so t-tight.” He groaned, pulling his fingers from your lips and threw his head back. Armin brought his lips to yours and sloppily licked into your mouth as he continued fucking into you.

“So big. So big.” You spoke between thrusts, each one earning him a high pitched moan. Neither of you cared about noise now, you could hear the music from the living room in the closet and the sound of voices floating through the house. It was loud enough now that you could whine all you wanted. “S’close, Armin. I’m so c-close.”

Your body shuddered as he brought a hand to your clit, rubbing tight circles into it. Your legs shot straight out, toes curling as your knees pressed against his sides.

“Can feel you squeezing me. Y’look so pretty when you’re cumming.” You wrapped your legs around him, throwing your head back in a whine that sounded a bit like his name.

Your first orgasm hit you like a truck, your toes curling and legs shaking as you let out a tempered moan that came from somewhere in your gut. Armin kept up the ruthless pace, a drawn out “fuck, there it is” escaping his lips as he fucked you through your high. At least that’s what would have happened had the door to the closet not swung open right as you came to reveal a wide eye’d Mikasa.

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peculiarpatches · 3 years

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𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 - 𝘫𝘢𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘹 𝑓𝑒𝑚 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

I’m republishing this since it hardly got notes the last time and I’m ~ crazy ~ and need validation that my stories are good. Out of all the Twilight ones I’ve been working on, this still is one of my favorite’s because it’s the first one I’ve ever written. It’s the first one that got me inspired to write for the other characters, too. So, as much as I love this one, I hope you love it, too.

A/N: This story includes smut. If this makes you uncomfortable, don’t read. Simple as that.

There’s not much other than oral and dirty talk, however. Either way, I hope you enjoy.

Centuries — that's how long Alice and Jasper have been together for. The two were simply inseparable; Stuck to each other like glue. It'd take millions of weapons and hundreds of people to try and tear them apart, no matter what happened or what went on in their crazy, immortal lives, it didn't matter, no, because they lived for each other.

Their lives were better, happier, because of that other person.

And nothing - nor, nobody - was ever going to change the fact. Jasper wasn't one to express his feelings (though, he could control other people's emotions, ironically enough) but that small grin you see every now and then across his face was all thanks to Alice.

The smile belonged to her because she was the one that brought peace, happiness, and love back into his life, even when he swore he'd never find it. Hell, he swore he'd never find any of those listed off again, if he was being honest here. But... she somehow did it. She brought all of those into his life along with hope and faith. (Alice told him that very saying too upon their first encounter together - the moment she took his hand with her own, she felt hope. And she hadn't felt that in centuries. He never met the gal before, not having a single clue as to who she was. Here he was, sitting in a diner in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, trying to figure out where he planned to go afterwards, where his next stop would be within the states when an attractive woman walked up to him, letting a happy, relieved sigh fall from her lips. "It's about time." She announced, the grin growing across her face as she slid in the opposite side of the booth, guiding her hand out to take Jasper's hand within her much smaller one. She gave his fingers a squeeze and explained the situation, the happiness on her face only growing wider and brighter as she continued to talk. Jasper was confused, to say the very least; But her emotions overwhelmed him so much, in his gut and in his heart, he felt as if he could trust her, right then and there.

Even if they have only have met that day, she spoke about the future and to others, they would have laughed and called her crazy. But the way she spoke, so open, so generous, loving and kind, all these feelings directed towards him, he felt it, too - love. Love at first sight, if you will. And Jasper had ever only felt that once and it lasted briefly. But this time, as he continued to listen to her speak, a tiny grin found it's way across his lips. In-love, he was. As absurd, and as crazy as it may sound, he could feel it. They belonged together. And the gal - Alice - was exactly like him, too. Of course, she would be, having a power like that and all. Alice saw them in the future, had seen Jasper plenty of times in her mind but didn't know exactly when she'd be meeting him. She admitted today, however, she knew. Jasper even said he felt something today, too. He just didn't exactly know what it was. But he felt it. The emotions were difficult to ignore. He laughed and leaned close, whispering to Alice he assumed these feelings he felt within him were nothing but hunger. "You won't have to worry about that, either." She told him. "I know a way of keeping not only you safe but me, as well. To keep your hunger satisfied without harming or needing to hunt humans." Alice continued. Jasper cocks his head to the side, confusion written across his facial features, as he wondered what she meant by this. Instead of asking, as he figured he'd understand more of the situation later, he chuckled and gave her hand a squeeze which she happily returned. "Well, now you have me and I promise you, I won't ever let a pretty gal like you go, either." He said, making the smile on her face somewhat bigger than what it was before. "I wouldn't let you lose me, anyways." She responded. "Besides, I see the future here, don't I? None of that will be happening. You're stuck with me, Jasper." Jasper laughed gently, "I'm more than perfectly fine w'tha, darlin'." He commented, his accent drawing out as he spoke.) (Love - Jasper never wanted to look for it. Never sat down and thought about having a significant other. He assumed he'd be alone, forever. And as dull and as depressing as that may be, he was content with it. Who could love someone as broken and as damaged as he? His past was fucked up. Surely, his future was going to remain the exact same, too. So, to Jasper, he figured it'd be best to be alone. He didn't want to put his baggage onto another person for them to carry and haul out. He'd do it himself, without a doubt or without a care in the world; he'd drag his own baggage behind him.

Not once, did he ever think or want to allow people to see what secrets he held within the case, within himself. But, life is amusing and love has a funny way of revealing itself. Though, so secretive and mysterious, hardly ever speaking a word to strangers, let alone any other vampires, a girl who saw the future and saw him in it, already knew all the secrets he kept hidden away from the world.

Alice knew what Jasper's past was like. And she still accepted him. Still loved him. "If you're broken, you don't have to stay broken." She said, that same very night. "I won't let you be, neither. We'll fix each other's broken, shattered pieces, we'll place them right back together. Fit the two of them together like puzzle pieces. 'Cause, I believe that's what you are to me. You are the piece of the puzzle I've been searching to find. Been waiting centuries to come across. And now that I finally found you, I have hope and faith once more - that everything is okay. And I hope that you believe me, too, when I say these words but; I love you, Jasper.. and again," she joked, a goofy grin playing out on her cheeks, "I see the future and therefore, I know you believe me, too. I also know you love me as well."

And Jasper said nothing. He only chuckled deeply and nodded. He met her then and there, not once meeting her elsewhere before but he loved her, too. And he didn't need to say those three words out loud because she already knew how much she meant to him.) (His future was brighter, better, because of Alice. And he couldn't thank her enough for showing him that life was better when you found that special someone by your side. He found both - happiness and hope - within not only her but the Cullen family. Alice along with a man named Carlisle, even helped Jasper with his hunger and taught him how to remain strong and fight his urges.

As Alice mentioned beforehand, back at the diner, she was going to help him. And she did. Not once did she ever break her promise to him.) However, that's when everything falls back onto him. When everything starts breaking. Decades. Centuries. Years and years together. It was bound to happen, eventually, right? Boredom. Falling out of love. Finding someone better to fulfill her needs and satisfy her. You get the idea. Jasper was afraid that Alice would announce she no longer loved Jasper, for whatever reason that may be, he didn't know. But he was going to find out today. *~* Even if he hadn't been watching Alice, it wouldn't and didn't matter because he could feel her emotions with as much as a second glance and a look in her direction, an overwhelming sensation would flood over him instantly. So, even if he wasn't watching her, he could feel everything she was attempting (but failing) to hide. The typical, loving and affectionate gaze she would always give him was no longer there. If it was, it lasted a millisecond before she'd drop her head, strands of hair falling in front of her face and a frown would replace the look. Of course, this was not only concerning but worrisome for Jasper. Had he done something wrong?

If so, what did he do? What could he do to fix it? He didn't want to sound like Edward before he met Bella — dull and depressing and nothing but those but it's exactly how he felt and he hated every aspect of that.

He and the rest of the Cullen’s made fun of Edward for being so gloom and grey but now, alas, here Jasper was, feeling that exact way.

Oh, how the tables have turned. Even Edward, the petty little shit he always was and will forever be, even made a joke about it. Luckily, he had Bella beside him so Jasper couldn't abuse Edward's emotions and make him feel what he was feeling because she could put up a shield and block it out, protecting Edward. "Just go and talk to her." Edward said once he saw the look on Jasper's face.

"Trust me, I'm the mind reader out of all of us here. I know what I'm talking about and I know what's going on. And no, before you ask, I will not give you the answer as to what exactly is going on. You just have to go and find out yourself." He said, tilting his head back as laughter left his lips.

Bella scoffed and gave a playful hit to her husband's shoulders before giving Jasper an apologetic smile. The two then had left, going to go and find their daughter, leaving Jasper all alone with his thoughts and worse of all - his feelings. Taking a deep, shaky breath, Jasper decides it's now or never. He creeps up the stairs, and the closer he gets to his and Alice's room, he hears her angelic laughter and can practically see her, smiling from ear to ear as the giggles erupted her and hung into the air. Jasper loved her laughter, loved seeing her smile even more.

He just hated the fact he wasn't the one who was the meaning behind it. If not him, who was? "Darlin'?" He walks in front of the bedroom door, giving a gentle tap across the frame of it. He rocks back and forth on the heels of his feet as he anxiously waited for an answer. The loud laughter he once heard died down quickly which makes him feel even more anxious.

Biting his lip, he shuffles and rocks his body back and forth as he still continued to wait until the door was to be answered, not wanting to walk in and upset Alice more by invading her privacy.

The laughter is replaced now, however, with faint giggles and muffled, hushed whispers. He hears some shuffling and the bed squeaking before finally, Alice is pulling the door open. She stands there, giving Jasper a sheepish, yet shy smile. "Hi, baby." She cooed, leaning up on her tippy toes as she plants a gentle yet adoring kiss on Jasper's cheek. This took him by surprise because not only did she call him 'baby' but she kissed him and it felt like she hadn't kissed him in years. So, this being said, it brought a smile to his lips.

Her upcoming sentence brought the sides of his lips upward even more, the grin growing and his nerves and anxiety, slowly, dying out. "You know, I've been expecting you. Wondered when you'd come up here." She said as her feet came back to touch the floor. Alice reaches over, taking Jasper's hand within her own and walks into their bedroom, closing the door behind them as Jasper walks in. There, on the bed, was another female. She glanced up and smiled shyly, the same way Alice did when Jasper knocked at the door and she saw him behind the frame of it.

"Jasper, you remember (Y/N), right?" She asked, dropping his hand as she makes way to the queen sized mattress and makes herself comfortable on the bed, next to (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N). They've only met a few times and even then, it seemed so long ago, Jasper had to rethink of when and where they met at. The graduation party they held and then Bella and Edward's wedding.

Of course, he remembers now. Jasper and Alice both would even bump into her while taking a stroll into town every once in awhile and in high school, they shared a few classes together. ("You two enjoy walks in the rain too?" She had gushed, laughing as she held the umbrella above her head, trying her best to ignore and dodge the rain that fell from the sky above them. Alice and Jasper looked at each other and Alice giggled and nodded.

"Yes. It's our favorite thing to do. One of our favorite things to do... Would you like to walk with us?" She asked. (Y/N)'s face bled a crimson red and she shook her head before mumbling about how sadly, she couldn't, though she wishes she could. She had to go back to work. She was only walking to grab a quick bite to eat, one that wasn't at the place she worked at.

"Next time then." Alice said, the smile never dropping from her face. "Of course." (Y/N) replied before waving goodbye to the both of them and walking in the opposite direction.) Now, coming face to face with her, after a few years of not seeing her, he wouldn't deny the obvious fact; (Y/N) was as beautiful as Alice. Alice, though, she wasn't the jealous type, he'd never admit that or say it. Jasper preferred to keep that thought to himself. (Y/N) was human. Jasper remembered. His smile was quick to fall down into a frown as he looked at Alice, wondering why she brought a human into their home.

She, so easily, could expose our secret too! He thought, the frown only increasing and getting deeper as he furrowed his eyebrows together, trying to come up with an answer as to why she could be here. And right as that thought popped into his head, Alice gave a nervous giggle and shook her head from side to side. "I'm no mind reader like Edward is but I know what you're thinking, Jas. Come, sit down with us. We've got to talk." And as confused as he may be, - especially with what she just said in front of a human, no less - Jasper obliges and sits in the middle of them both, the mattress sinking beneath his weight. "What's going on?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest as a mixture of emotions paint itself across his face. Alice, taking a long and deep breath, begins to speak. "Jasper," She began, "It's obvious I haven't been myself lately. I know you've been noticing it. Everybody has, I'm sure." "Yes," He replied, chuckling lowly as he chewed on his bottom lip, still not piecing two and two together. "I'm very aware of that, doll." "Well, I don't know how else to tell you this but that reason is because of (Y/N)." Once the sentence leaves her, Alice reached over and grabbed (Y/N)'s hand, squeezing it tightly. Jasper blinked. Once, twice. He didn't understand. Alice and (Y/N) both looked at each other once they took notice of his expression and they erupted into a storm of giggles.

Almost as soon as it started, however, they stopped and their expressions were quick to change. They went from laughing to a deadpanned glare, both girls wearing masks of seriousness. "I've been having visions. Of this exquisite, gorgeous and oh, so wonderful girl. And, well, Jasper, some of us don't just have one love but we have two. Maybe even more... but in this situation, in this scenario, it's you two." She explained. Jasper went from watching his girlfriend to giving a quick glance to (Y/N)'s direction.

She sat there, silent, but her cheeks spoke another story. One of which, Jasper easily could read and make out. Her cheeks, like the day they bumped into each other in town, were as red as a rose and she was biting her lower lip as she fumbled with her hands, twisting and twiddling with them as Alice continued to speak. "I know you feel the same way about her as well. Don't even try to lie or deny it. I've been seeing the visuals everywhere, they play out like scenes in a movie. The feelings for her are the same you have for me. You gained them at the party we had a few months back, the same way I did." And Jasper sat there, feeling dumbfounded but more importantly, he felt foolish too. Of course, he couldn't get away with his thoughts or actions. Alice could see everything. Even before it happened. "That's why I've been distancing myself." Alice continued. "I didn't mean to, my love. It has nothing to do with you, either. You're as perfect as you were when I first met you. So, do not fret and think you have done something wrong because you haven't. However, I had to have you come to me before I could tell you what was going on and why I was acting the way I was. Or... well, come to us, I should say... So, we could show you how this all would work. Us, three, together." Alice's tongue darted out of her mouth as she wets her lips, a look of seduction rising behind her eyes. "Besides, isn't it every man's fantasy to have two, beautiful women beside him?" "Or, perhaps underneath him?" And that was the first thing (Y/N) had said during this entire conversation. Jasper would be a liar if he said both women's words didn't go straight to his cock, causing it to twitch against the zipper of the pants he wore. "Come on, Jasper. Admit it. Don't lie to yourself. You've been wanting her for some time, yes? Wanting - no, craving for this for awhile. Now, is your chance. Today and every day, you can have us." Alice purred. She leaned upward, standing up on the tips of her toes as she had done earlier and her tongue comes within contact of Jasper's neck, setting soft but wet and seductive kisses over the smooth, cold surface. Jasper grunts in reply, eyes fluttering shut as he gives a weak, timid nod. "Hm," He mumbles. "Today and everyday?" He asked, a smirk finding its way on his lips. "I can live with that, darlin'." "Heyyy." (Y/N) mewled, her bottom lip jutting out into a pout. "If she's darlin', what's going to be my pet name?" She asks, the pout only growing bigger yet both Alice and Jasper knew she wasn't truly upset by it. "Considering you just mewled like a kitten, that's what you will be. Now, kitten, why don't you and darlin' both come here and show me a good time, hm? After all, I have been wanting this for some time." Alice tssked, slapping Jasper's chest playfully as he - finally - admitted those words. (Y/N) said nothing but watched the two with love and fond written across her face. How did she get so lucky to be involved in this relationship? She'd never know. Maybe, some things are better unanswered, (Y/N) thought. She's quick to snap out of her thoughts and standing to her feet, her eyes never leave her now boyfriend and girlfriend's gazes. (Y/N) strips down to nothing but a matching pair of panties and bra. She watches how Alice and Jasper lazily yet hungrily kiss one another. Jasper's hands were on Alice's waist while Alice's hands were tangled in between his golden curls, tugging it every now and then as the session grew hotter and as the two grew more sexually frustrated with each other.

(Y/N) didn't know what to do, truth be told, she didn't think this would have ever happened. Luckily for her, Alice pulled away and shot her a lovingly glance before their own make out session could get any hotter (and before (Y/N) could get wetter, untouched).

"C'mere, beautiful. You're part of this, too, silly." She giggled as she taps Jasper's shoulder, telling him to get off of her with a movement of her finger. Jasper chuckled lowly as he rolls over, undoing the belt of his jeans and zips them down as he shimmies out of both that and his shirt. "Who would you like to pleasure and please first, lovely?" Alice asked once (Y/N) sat down on the bed. Her face was still the same exact shade of red, it never seemed to vanish or go elsewhere. It seemed to be permanently there, only growing deeper and darker by the second. Both Alice and Jasper loved it. Loved having this kind of power and effect on her. It was a turn on to both vampires. "Personally, I think you should pleasure Jasper first." Alice turns to face Jasper who lay beside her wearing his birthday suit, stroking his cock, eyes fluttered shut as complete bliss and satisfaction takes over. "For me, however, I am enjoying myself. I would very much rather see you two, touching." He said, opening his eyes as he glanced over at Alice and (Y/N). "I'm happy with that." Alice giggled as she's quick to lay upon the mountain of pillows behind her, stripping her shirt over her head and allowing it to fall down the floor. Oh, she's so filthy.... such an eager slut. She truly has been wanting this for some time. God only knows how long... He says this - well, thinks it, anyhow - because the woman didn't wear a bra underneath her shirt and the moment she slides out of her skirt, Jasper notices she wasn't wearing panties either. "Touch me, please, (Y/N)." Alice moaned. She lay back against the cushions as she spread her legs out in a starfish position, her hand resting at Jasper's thigh, fingers sneaking up and curling at his genitals, softly brushing her fingertips across his groin. Her pussy was slick with juices, (Y/N) and Jasper noticed. She was already so drenched, as was (Y/N). Jasper's cock twitched, knowing both women were as hot and as bothered as he. "Go on, kitten. Don't be scared. I give you permission. We both do. From this moment on, you can touch us and hold us and whatever you please-" "Cause you're ours, as we are yours." Alice finished, shooting Jasper a smile before returning said smile to (Y/N). (Y/N) chewed on her bottom lip, fluttering her lashes and lids shut, she bends forward and presses her mouth on Alice's core, earning a quiet, low whine proceeding to fall from Alice's lips above. "Oh, (Y/N).... please." Alice whimpers, bucking her hips against (Y/N)'s touch. (Y/N) craved nothing more than to please both Alice and Jasper. As of this moment, however, her main focus was pleasuring Alice. All the girl wanted to do was get Alice to cum, no matter which way it was. (Y/N) could use her fingers, her tongue or Hell, even both, she (nor Alice) didn't care as long as the short haired gal came with a cry of her name and soaked her fingers as she reached her orgasm. That is all (Y/N) wanted. She wanted to be good - be a good girl, for both significant others. Realizing both vampires were hers to love, to hold and to cherish, really just everything in between, it sent a chill throughout her entire body and caused her cunt to tingle at the realization. The air in the room was bitter and both Alice and Jasper were cold, too. So, really, that could play a huge part together as well. But (Y/N) knew her cunt was throbbing because of knowing they were hers, as she was theirs. Not because of their icy touches or the harsh, bitter air but because of them. They, all three of them, were together and happy. And just like when Alice found Jasper and him, finding her, (Y/N) really didn't know what happiness was until she met these two. "(Y/N), babygirl, please..." Alice's frustrated voice brings the girl back into reality, allowing her to leave her thoughts. She giggled, sending little waves of vibrations to shake against Alice's clit. She pulled back, much to Alice's disappointment. "Sorry, I got lost in my head. 'M just happy is all. Can't believe this is happening." She admitted. But before Alice or Jasper could answer, (Y/N) is bending back forward, letting her head fall down and her lips capturing Alice's clit once more. She gave Alice a few kitten licks, gentle, soft and sweet ones before slipping her tongue in between Alice's folds, licking away as if this was her last thing she was to do on Earth. And really - if they were to die in their sleep or some random meteor hit, (Y/N) would much prefer dying while she's buried between Alice's legs and her mouth would be full of Alice's pussy, her mouth full of her juices as Alice rode her high out on her face. It sounds like a perfect way to go, if she were being honest. Well, that was one option. The other idea and preference was with Alice riding her face, shifting her weight back and forth, grinding her pussy against (Y/N)'s tongue and lips while (Y/N) laid back against the bed, her legs spread in a "V" shape as Jasper slid his cock back and forth, deep inside her pussy, hitting her spot over and over again. All three of them, moaning in perfect harmony. Alice would cum over and over again, nearly drowning (Y/N)'s face (which, (Y/N) wouldn't be upset at) with her juices as Jasper shot his load deep within her walls, filling her up with his cum. That was also a fantastic way to die. Alice, above, giggled and squirmed as (Y/N) ate her out. "Don't worry." She murmured, hand coming down to intertwine with (Y/N)'s hair as she pulled her girlfriend closer to her womanhood. "You'll have a piece of Jasper, right here, right now. Isn't that right, baby? You want to be a dear and go up behind (Y/N) as she's eating me out and fuck her tight, little, pink pussy? I can tell she needs it. Can feel her, leaving a puddle by my feet. Think - ah, fuck... (Y/N) - think she needs it. I wanna see it, too. Want to see you, fucking her as her face is full of my cunt." Jasper groaned as he fisted his cock, listening to his girlfriend speak while watching his other girl, eating his other lover out. He could have came right then and there. He was quick to get up and walk up behind (Y/N). (Y/N) was, in fact, soaked. Which was a given. It was obvious, even someone without vision could see that just by the high pitched, muffled noises she was making in the back of her throat. You could tell the poor thing needed a cock stuffed deep inside her hole, stretching her out and all. "Jasper, please, just... fuck me already!" She cried. "More than happy to." He replied. Being the fact she was so wet and aroused, the head of his cock pushed inside her, slipping in easily and comfortably. Even though, Jasper isn't (Y/N)'s first, the girl still needed to adjust to his size and the stretch that was his large and thick cock. Out of all the men she has been with (which wasn't a lot, neither. Only four or five.) Jasper was the widest and fullest. Jasper pauses, letting her adjust for a moment or two and it’s only when he hears a faint, "Go ahead, move... You can move," does Jasper push deeper, his cock sliding deeper within her walls, her juices already sticking to his cock as he slowly rocks his hips back and forth against the human. go ahead from you that he pushes deeper. You do open remarkably well for him, and although he takes his time, he’s awed by the fact that it isn’t unbearably long for either of you. You wonder if maybe it’s the fact that it’s him and you’ve done this before that makes it less stressful for you and lets you relax enough and so relatively quickly, too. While Jasper is behind, (Y/N) is stuffing her face full of Alice's pussy, and not a second later, the human girl buries her index and forefinger into her awaiting cunt. "Oh, fuck! Yes! Oh, yes. Oh." Alice chanted, her voice growing higher and higher as her hands curled at the comforter, nails digging into the fabric. "Oh, (Y/N), fuck me just like that! Fuck me, (Y/N)! Fuck me with your fingers, oh, yes. Oh, yesyesyesyes!!!" Alice squeals in delight, eyes closed as she gets closer to her orgasm. "Look at that," Jasper purred, his accent thick as he spoke. He only got like that when he, himself, was close to an orgasm.

"My girls. My two beautiful girls. You both going to cum? You want to cum for each other and for me, don't you? Go on then. Be my good girls and cum. I'll cum with you." And just like that, both (Y/N) and Alice moaned loudly, Alice shouting her girlfriend and boyfriend's name in a pattern-like style as Jasper growled, fucking into (Y/N) so roughly the frame of the bed smacked against the wall so harshly, all three knew it was going to leave a dent in the walls. But they couldn't care less. They were enjoying themselves way too much. (Y/N)'s moans were muffled, as she was being drowned by Alice's cum and like the good girl she, oh so badly, wanted to be - she happily swallowed every last drop that Alice squirted at her. (Y/N wanted to make her cum, sure, but didn't even think about the possibility she could make her squirt.)

"Oh, fuck~ I'm cumming. Oh, fuck....!" And right as she was done, licking up every drop of Alice's pussy juices, her own pussy is being filled up by Jasper. This causes (Y/N) to moan again, an ear piercing scream more than a moan, actually. Which, truth be told, she was embarrassed by it - knowing other people were in the house but she tried not to think about it. All she could actually focus on was Alice and Jasper. That, and her coming down from her peak. Slowly, with a hiss leaving his lips, Jasper pulls out and plops down onto the bed, next to both of his lovely women. "That was fun." Alice said, leaning over and pressing a kiss to Jasper's cheek. "So, you aren't mad at me?" She asked, pulling back as she reached over to pull (Y/N) into her arms.

"Not at all, darlin'. I love you. You know that. Nothing in the world could ever replace or erase my feelings towards you, Alice. It was... unexpected, sure, but I'm happy." Jasper looked over at Alice and (Y/N). "I'm happy with the both of you. And, (Y/N)? I love you, too. I promise, I didn't forget about ya." He said with a low laugh. He kisses Alice first before bending forward and kissing (Y/N) sweetly. "I only have one question left... how does she know about us? About what we are?" "It's kind of obvious." (Y/N) replied, looking up from playing with Alice's fingers and shot Jasper a sheepish smile. "Like Bella did beforehand, I put everything together and it made a lot of sense the more and more I looked at it. That and Emmett told me. Well, I take that back... he didn't exactly tell me but I knew something was odd when I saw you lot at the cafeteria and saw him, carrying a random plastic baggie of eggs. It isn't the most human thing in the world to eat like that.

Especially with them, being spoiled and rotten, which they were, by the way. You all tried to be secretive and hide who you were but.. you didn't do it exactly well. And again, I did what Bella did. I straight up asked her too if you guys were what I thought you were. And having known Bella since we were kids, I could tell when she was telling the truth and when she was lying." (Y/N) took a deep breath before continuing. "Plus, I knew things were, uh... supernatural, I guess is the right word here.... anyways, it was when Bella drastically changed. Not only in personality but in everything else. So, I just... kind of figured it out and placed everything together. And like I said, Emmett and Bella practically told me." "Edward truly married a girl who made an oath to keep us and what we are a secret yet easily announced what we are to an old and dear friend... No offense, (Y/N)." "None taken." "I still say I should've snapped her neck at her birthday party then." "Jasper!" "Wait, you tried to do what?" "Anyways, all that matters is we have each other and there isn't any secrets between us." He said, quick to change the subject. "I love you, gals." Speechless and flabbergasted, (Y/N) says she loved him too, Alice following along. Sure, they were vampires and they could easily kill her at any given moment but (Y/N) trusted them. Not only them but the Cullen's as well. (Although, Jasper and Alice, of course, were her favorites out of the bunch.) (Y/N) was now happily part of the Cullen's and was dating the two most wonderful people in the world and she couldn't want it any other way. (Of course... she did want to be like them. But that's a conversation for another day.) (Little did (Y/N) know, however, Alice already had seen the both of them - her and Jasper - taking turns and turning her into one of them. For obvious reasons, she never brought this up, though. Alice was just happy to know in the end, they'd all be together, forever.)

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ok ok just finished reading the series and omg it’s so good, i’ve been binging it since saturday, i’m completely obsessed!!!! do you plan on doing the first time katsuki and shoto actually been intimate? would love to read about maybe when they gave each others a blowjob for the first time with y/n teaching them, idk it would be sexy. just wanted to let you know that your work is perfect 🥰

I’m so glad you enjoyed it!

I have plans for their individual first times as well as the first time the three of them actually sleep together and the first time Shoto gives Katsuki a blow job but honestly I hadn’t really thought of doing the first time Katsuki gives Shoto a blow job🤔. Maybe that’s a mistake on my part because this has inspired me and well it’s not quite what you asked for because I have very specific plans for the first time Shoto gets his mouth on Katsuki but I hope this ticks some of the boxes for you.

Only For You

It’s stupid. The whole fucking situation is stupid and Katsuki resents the fact he’s ended up here at all but it’s his own damn fault, shooting his mouth off before he had even thought about what he was saying. It had just been an offhand comment, Y/N probably not even having thought about the words coming out of her mouth but Katsuki had seen it as a challenge, narrowing his eyes as he declared that he was just as good if not better than Shoto. His pride and confidence had lead him to this and now he was desperately wishing he had kept his mouth shut and had just let it go.

“Katsuki, you don’t have to do this,” Y/Ns gentle voice cuts through his angry sulking and his eyes dart up to look at the women with a scowl. She looks so casual with her legs tucked under her, her arm draped across Shoto’s shoulders as she gently strokes her fingers through the other mans hair, playing with the soft strands. They’re both watching him, Shoto with dark and hungry eyes but hers are softer, looking down at him with understanding as she offers him a way out, an opportunity to admit he has made a mistake. He is stubborn though and instead of taking her up on the offer his glare just hardens, annoyed that she would think him incapable of this.

“Shut up,” he grumbled and Y/N sighs, rolling her eyes at him. She does stay quiet though, her eyes moving off to the side and freeing him from their hold and he take the opportunity to really take in the scene before him.

Their on the couch because of course they are, seemingly incapable of making it to one of the two perfectly usable beds in the apartment. Well, no, there not all on the couch. They are, Shoto and Y/N but Katsuki is on the floor, knelt between Shoto’s spread legs. The soft rug beneath him is doing fuck all to help with the ache of being knelt on the hard wooden floor, Katsuki’s knees already protesting though he had only been down here a few minutes at most.

Out of the three of them Shoto’s the only one completely naked. Katsuki’s still in his black joggers though he had lost his tank top at some point during their rather enthusiastic make out session and Y/N’s in an oversized t-shirt that’s hanging off one shoulder and barely covering her thighs. Katsuki knows she only has a pair of lace panties on underneath because that’s how she feels most comfortable when it’s just the three of them lazing around on the rare day they all get off together.

Sucking in a deep breath Katsuki let’s his eyes wonder, slowly making their way down Shoto’s exposed body. He’s seen the other man naked more times than he can remember, knows how soft his skin is over the hard muscles that lay beneath. He isn’t as well built as Katsuki is, doesn’t have to be but he is lean and graceful, all long lines and gentle curves that Katsuki likes to drag his tongue along, nipping at his hip bones and leaving his marks behind on all that pale skin. Katsuki has touched Shoto before, had his mouth all over the man, everywhere but one specific place but now there’s no avoiding it, knelt as he is with his eyes finally making it to between Shoto’s legs.

He’s half hard, his cock laying against his stomach and it twitches under Katsuki’s gaze. He’s always though that Shoto’s dick was a nice size, especially when he was watching it slide in and out of Y/Ns cunt, the women moaning and grasping at any part of the man she can reach. Now though, knowing he’s got to fit it in his mouth he can’t help but think it’s to big. To long, to thick, just to much for Katsuki but he’s here now, knelt between the other mans legs and watching his dick twitch and fill out, getting harder in anticipation of what he’s about to do.

Nervously he licked at his lips, his hands clenching into fists against his thighs. He hasn’t been this nervous since the three of them were forced to come out. He hates the feeling, hates thinking he isn’t going to be good enough and he knows that this isn’t going to be fantastic. It’s his first time after all and unlike the first time Shoto got on his knees for him Katsuki didn’t have months of practicing on Y/Ns fake dick to go by. Shit he was going to mess this up, make a complete and utter fool of himself and all because Shoto had sucked on Y/Ns fingers without choking like he had.

“Katsuki.” His eyes dart back at the gentle call of his name, Shoto looking down at him with worry. “Don’t,” he growls out, cutting off whatever he was planning on saying about Katsuki not having to do this. He frowns slightly but thankfully he doesn’t say anything else, nodding his head slightly and gripping at his naked thighs. Katsuki huffs, dropping his gaze back down to Shoto’s dick. Might as well get it over and done with before one of them actually makes him stop.

He pulls in a deep breath, his hand definitely not shaking as he reaches out and curled his hand around the base of Shoto’s dick. He moan’s at that first touch, Katsuki flicking his gaze up watch as his eye lids flutter. This is familiar, his hand slowly gliding up and down Shoto’s length and watching him give in to the feeling, moaning ever so sweetly. It gives him a sense of control back, his thumb pressing down against the sensitive underside and delighting in the hitch of Shoto’s breath.

He stays that way for a moment, watching Shoto as he jerks him off and drinking in every moan and groan along with the way his lips part and his cheeks flush, Shoto looking down at him from under hooded eyes. He knows that Shoto would let him stay like this, wouldn’t make him stop and would be more than happy to get off with Just Katsuki’s hand but despite his nerves that isn’t was Katsuki wants.

He could try and lie to himself and say he hasn’t thought about it, especially in the heat of the moment when his mouth had been so close but he had always moved on, to chicken shit to actually find out why Shoto and Y/N liked having a dick in their mouths so much. Not now though, now he was going to find out exactly why he never had to ask to get his dick sucked.

Stilling his hand Katsuki took one last steady breath before he leant in. Shoto hadn’t been long out of the shower before this had all started and the closer he got the stronger the smell of his mint body wash got.

He has no clue what he should be doing so he dose the only thing he can and imitate what he liked from the other two. He sticks his tongue out, dragging it along the underside from where his hand was curled at the base and all the way up to his leaking tip. Shoto sucks in a breath, the muscles in his stomach tensing before his eyes. He’s tasted Shoto’s skin before but not like this. It’s not bad, not mind shatteringly good either but at least he doesn’t taste like sweat, just clean and a little salty.

Feeling a little bolder Katsuki opened his mouth wider, sealing his lips over the head and suckling gently. Shoto moans, his leg twitching and jerking into Katsuki’s side. Grunting he lets go of the other mans dick, pressing both his hands to Shoto’s thighs and pushing them back open so his knees aren’t digging into his shoulders. He presses the flat of his tongue against his slit, that same salty taste exploding across his pallet. It’s not unpleasant and he presses the tip of his tongue against the slit the taste intensifying.

He wants more though, feeling more confident now he’s actually got Shoto’s dick in his mouth. He pulls back, releasing the head with a small pop. Shoto groans at the loss, his hips lifting up to chase Katsuki’s mouth but the grip he has on his thighs keeps him from getting to close. The head of his dick is slick with spit, the spongy head read looking and as he watches a bead of precum oozes from his slit and Katsuki actually licks his lips, eager to find out if it would taste any different when he sucks the other man down as far as he’ll go.

As if she knows what he’s planning Y/N chooses that moment to speak up, her hand gently sliding over his and squeezing. “Go slowly, you don’t need to rush.” He looks up at the gentle voice, Y/N already looking down at him. She’s still pressed against Shoto’s side, fingers still playing with his hair but all her attention is focused on Katsuki, her gaze unwavering and surprisingly serious. “Don’t try and take more than you can handle. No one is expecting you to be able to deep throat him on your first go.”

Katsuki glares back at her. “I know that,” he snaps but she just raises an eyebrow and looks at him expectantly. Huffing Katsuki rolled his eyes at her. “I got it. Go slow and don’t choke on his fat dick.” She stares at him for a long second, Katsuki still glaring back at her and eventually her lips twitch up into a slight smirk. “At least not this time,” she smirked, turning her head to brush her lips against Shoto’s cheek. He hummed, turning his head and slotting his lips against hers.

Katsuki watched as they kissed, slow and lazy, their tongues sliding together. He liked watching them make out, liked to watch them trade dominance but not this time. Shoto curled his hand around her neck, deepening the kiss and he knew that if he let it go on any longer he would lose both of their attention and he wanted Shoto focused on him. Only him. “Knock it off,” he grumbled. Shoto huffed when she pulled back, a smug smirk still on her lips. “My deepest apologies dorogoy.” She teased, winking at Katsuki as she settled back, Shoto huffing once more as he turned his head back so he was looking at Katsuki once more.

Satisfied Katsuki dropped his gaze back down and leant in, opening his mouth as wide as it would go. He kept his tongue flat as he lowered his mouth down on Shoto, letting the head glide across it. He took Y/Ns advice, going slowly and sinking down inch by inch until his lips were stretched wide and he could just the feel the tip of his dick nudging against the back of his throat. It was to much and as he felt his gag reflex start to kick in he pulled back slightly, automatically swallowing to get rid of the saliva that had pooled in his mouth.

A loud groan came from above, Shoto’s dick twitching against his tongue.

Feeling smug about the other mans reaction Katsuki began to pull back just as slowly until Shoto slipped from his mouth. “That was perfect love.” A shock of arousal danced down Katsuki’s spine at the casual praise, Y/Ns thumb rubbing gently at the back of his hand. “Now, do it again but don’t pull off this time. When you have just the tip left in your mouth rub your tongue on the underside and suck gently. He likes that.” Katsuki didn’t even wait for her to finish talking, already sinking back down on Shoto’s dick before she even gets half way through.

He goes just as slowly this time, stopping before he can start to gag. He swallows again, his tongue pressing against the underside and delighting in the way Shoto’s breath catches. When he pulls back he does exactly what Y/N had said, sealing his lips around Shoto tip and sucking as he wiggles his tongue against the underside. “Fuck,” he groan’s and despite having a mouth full of dick Katsuki tries to smile. Shoto doesn’t sweat often and every time he gets the other man to do so he takes it as some kind of personal victory.

“See, I told you he likes it,” Y/N sounded so smug, Katsuki practically able to hear the smirk. “When you go down this time go a little faster and then suck on your way back up.” It’s hotter than he thought it would be, Y/N telling him what to do and Katsuki is more than happy to comply. He’s hard in his sweatpants, his dick aching for attention but he knows he’ll get it after and for now he’s more than satisfied with feeling the weight of Shoto’s dick on his tongue and the way his lips have to stretch the further down he sinks.

He puts the two bits of advice together, sucking as he pulls back and then tongue at the leaking slit, lapping up his salty and slight cold precum before sinking back down to do it all again. Shoto’s breathing heavily, Y/N cooing and telling him how well he’s doing and Katsuki finds himself speeding up and sucking harder just to hear Shoto’s breath catch before it dissolves into a moan. He’s starting to understand now, why they like doing this so much. He feels powerful on his knees, knowing he’s the one doing this, the one who holds all the power and control even though he’s the one with his mouth stuffed full.

“No,” Y/N said suddenly, her voice stern and Katsuki stops instantly, mouth half way down Shoto’s dick and his hands twitching against the other mans thighs. He doesn’t know what he’s done wrong, has barely even gotten a rhythm going before she had stopped him but when he glanced up for some sort of explanation she isn’t looking at him, her eyes firmly fixed on Shoto who looks like he’s five seconds away from begging. She’s got her hand wrapped around his wrist, keeping his hand suspended awkwardly half way towards Katsuki. “Let him adjust before you go overwhelming him,” she said in a strange mix of softness and command. Shoto seems to like it though, groaning loudly as he tips his head back against the sofa, his fingers twitching towards Katsuki. It’s then that he realises Shoto had been going for his hair, probably intending to sink his long, delicate fingers into it and tug and push just like he did when he had Shoto between his splayed knees.

Katsuki instantly wants it but is also terrified of giving the other man that sort of control over him. It’s Shoto though and he knows the other man wouldn’t take more than what Katsuki was comfortable with but it’s still to much, for now at least. Y/N turns her attention back to him, a soft smile spreading across her lips as she looks down at him with such adoration that he has to look away, dropping his gaze back down to the white and red pubes as he feels himself blush bright red. “Carry on lyubov'.”

Katsuki groans at the casual Russian, Shoto’s hips stuttering slight at the vibrations and gasping gently. Katsuki knows she did it on purpose because she knew that he liked the way it rolled off her tongue, the effortless way she just slipped between the two of them. It sent a spark of arousal down his spine, his dick twitching once more and he seriously contemplated shoving a hand down his pants and jerking off whilst he suck Shoto off. Instead he tightened his grip on Shoto’s thighs, his nails digging into the muscle and causing the other man to let out a hiss of pain. He doesn’t try and pull away though, doesn’t tell Katsuki off so he keeps his grip tight as he pulls back once more, tonguing and suckling at the sensitive head and trying to calm himself back down.

He looks back up watching Shoto as he does so. He’s looking right back at him, pupils blown so wide his mismatched eyes are almost black. Y/Ns still got hold of his wrist, her grip tight even as she rubs her thumb over his pulse. She’s not watching Katsuki, her face turned into Shoto neck and working on sucking a rather large hickey onto his pale skin. Shoto’s eye lids flutter, a soft moan making it through his parted lips and this time Katsuki can see Y/Ns smirk before she’s pressing it into his skin.

He’s loosing Shoto’s attention again, the other man moaning Y/Ns name as her teeth sink into his neck. He narrows his eyes, pulling back slightly and purposely drags his teeth across Shoto’s sensitive tip. He watches with satisfaction as Shoto winced, hissing at the slight sting of pain. “Less teeth,” he mumbled, shifting his hips backwards as if he was going to pull out. Katsuki growled, low and angry as he pressed forward in an attempt to keep the other man inside his mouth. His eyes snap open, lips parting in a loud gasp and hips twitching forward. This time Katsuki lets him, loosening his hold and Shoto slides effortlessly between his lips, forcing Katsuki’s mouth wide until he’s hitting the back of this throat.

He gags instantly, pulling back quickly, coughing and spluttering and still able to feel Shoto pressing down his throat even though he’s no longer in his mouth. An amused snort comes from above and as he uses the back of his hand to wide his spit from his lips and chin Katsuki glares up at Y/N whose turned her head slightly to look down at him. “Serves you right,” she smirked and he just narrowed his eyes at her.

“Keep your hands on him. You control the pace not him, he just gets what he’s given.” Shoto whines but she ignores him, all teasing gone as she looks at him seriously again. Katsuki grunts but he still gives a jerky nod. He hadn’t liked that, the feeling of his throat being blocked nor the uncomfortable burn of having something as big as Shoto’s dick where it shouldn’t have been, no matter how brief it had been.

He places his hand on Shoto’s hips this time, the angle a little awkward but he’ll make it work and slowly he takes him back into his mouth, making sure to stop before he hits the back of his mouth. It takes a while to build back up to where he had been before, Katsuki being extra cautious. He tightens his grip every time Shoto’s hips so much as twitch, pulling back just in case. He continues to suck on every up stroke, still licking and sucking at his head before dropping back down and eventually he builds up speed, his head bobbing away.

Above hims Shoto is a moaning and gasping mess, Katsuki’s name falling from his lips freely along with his pleads for more and declarations of how good it feels to have Katsuki’s mouth on him. It’s a heady rush and mixed in with Y/Ns constant praise of how well he’s doing Katsuki soon finds himself testing his limits once more, letting Shoto’s dick just kiss the back of his mouth before pulling backwards. He seems to like it, sucking in a breath every time Katsuki does it and that enough to have him fighting against the urge to throw up every time.

It doesn’t take long for Katsuki’s jaw to start aching though, his knees protesting the fact he had been knelt on the floor for so long. His mouth is filled with saliva and he can feel it spilling over his lips and dribbling down his chin and most likely dripping onto the couch and leaving a damp spot behind. Shoto’s leaking an almost constant stream of precum into his mouth, the cold saltiness almost making his tongue feel numb. He’s just on the edge of wrapping his hand around Shoto and pulling back to jerk him off instead when his whole body goes tense for a few seconds before relaxing again.

“Close,” Shoto gasps out and instantly Katsuki’s snap open and dart up to look at the other man. He’s got his head tipped back, eyes screwed shut and tears clinging to his lashes. His hands are gripping at the sofa, his knuckles white from how hard he’s holding on. He looks stunning with his skin flushed and chest heaving with every breath, the muscles in his stomach twitching and jumping beneath his pale skin.

“I would pull back if I was you, unless you want to choke on his cum.” His eyes dart across to Y/N already knowing she would be looking back at him. She’s got her arm propped up on the back of the couch, her hand curled and head resting against it. She looks so casual, smiling soft down at him and toying with the hem of her top and if it wasn’t for how dark and hungry her eyes are Katsuki would think she wasn’t affected by what he and Shoto were doing at all.

He doesn’t hesitate to do what she’s said, slowly sliding back and sucking the whole time. He’s barely gotten half way though before Shoto’s whole body is tensing, his back arching and head thrown back as he moans Katsuki’s name like a preyer. His mouth floods with his cold salty release and franticly Katsuki tries to swallow but it’s to much still and he jerks back, coughing and spluttering as he doubles over slightly, his head resting against Shoto’s knee.

His chin is slick with spit and cum and he should be grossed out by the mess Shoto’s made of him but a part of him likes it, having the other mans release splattered across his face. It’s the same feeling he gets when he has Y/Ns juices smeared across the bottom half of his mouth, proudly wearing the evidence that he had been the one to get her off and make her cum so hard that his face was practically dripping with it. His jaw aches, his eyes sting with unshed tears but he’s feeling way to smug right now to care.

Despite that he still pulls back, his face already starting to itch as Shoto’s spunk starts to warm to room temperature. Huffing he lifts his hand with every intention of rubbing the worst of it off but before he can do so a hand curls around his wrist, stilling his movements. He looks up in time to to catch a glimpse of Shoto’s blissed out little smile before Y/N fills his filed of vision, effortlessly sliding down onto his lap and fitting herself comfortable between his body and the bit of couch between Shoto’s still spread legs.

“You did so well love,” she praises, cupping his cheek with her other hand and gently brushing her thumb across his cheek. He feels himself blush under the praise but before he can say anything she’s leaning forward, her tongue dragging across his chin and licking up the remains of Shoto’s cum. He goes stiff at the action, eyes wide and darting up to look at Shoto who still has his head tipped back against the back of the couch. He’s watching them though, his eyes half lidded and a soft fond smile on his lips. He looks so relaxed, so soft and pliant that Katsuki can’t help but wonder what it would be like to fuck him in his post orgasm state. That’s something for another time though, Katsuki definitely not ready for that step just yet.

Y/N moans and his gaze drops down in time to see her licking at her lips, her eyes closed and humming as if she has just tasted the best thing in the world. It was by no means terrible but Katsuki wasn’t in a rush to get another mouthful. “Tastes better when it’s mixed with you,” she hummus opening her eyes just enough for him to see the amusement sparkling in them. Katsuki scoffs, rolling his eyes at her but before he can call her out for being a perv she’s darting forward again but this time she presses her lips against his, her tongue forcing its way between his slightly parted lips.

He grunts in surprise but he quickly starts kissing back, his eyes closing and one hand coming down to fist I. The back of her top. She’s right. It does taste better when mixed with something else, something uniquely her and Katsuki finds himself moaning, his tongue plundering her mouth as he presses her back into the edge of the couch. Her hips shift, pressing down and against him, dragging a moan from Katsuki as she presses down against his neglected erection.

He’s the one to pull away from her but he doesn’t go far, pressing his forehead against hers and holding on tightly to the back of her shirt as she continues to rock against him. There’s movement above them, the familiar crinkle and then Katsuki’s being smacked in the head with the little foil packet. Glaring he tips his head back, looking up at Shoto with annoyance only for the other man to wave the condom at him.

Warm lips drag across the ended side of his jaw, Y/N dragging her tongue up along the edge of his jaw until she reaches his ear, nipping gently at the lobe. “Fuck me Katsuki,” she whispers and he shivers as her cool ice cold breath puffs across his ear. It’s a simple request really and who is Katsuki to deny her. He snatches the condom from Shoto, shuffling back slightly so he can bush his sweatpants down enough to get his aching member out. He makes quick work of getting it on, grabbing Y/Ns hips and moving her back over him, his knees bumping against Shoto’s ankles as he shifts into position.

His jaw still hurts, can still taste Shoto on his tongue and his knees are definitely starting to cease up now but as he sinks into Y/N warm and welcoming body he can’t find it in himself to care. Only for them would he get on his knees. Only for them would he show his vulnerable side. Only ever for them because he loved them and he knew they loved him back and really that was all he could ever ask for.

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