#this was done in like an hour so bare with meeee

[bleuu-moon]

imagine you’re a civilian who’s held hostage with price, but you don’t know he’s in the special forces, until he’s forced to whisper it in your ear as a way to try and calm you down as you begin to hyperventilate. telling you how if your captors knew, they’d kill him straight away, but he knows his men are already out looking for him.

and then it all starts to make sense, the way he never seemed fazed by the two days that you’ve both been locked up for, the constant reassurance he offered when you began getting overly emotional, the checking in on you, the advice he offered to drink sips, not gulps and ways to conserve your energy.

he knows he gave you hope, as you become more talkative, making conversation about your outside lives. asking him personal questions that he doesn’t mind to answer for you, and seeing how you perk up talking about yours, he reciprocates the questions.

by day five, it feels like ten, but you’ve become a peace for one another. talking escapes you both, temporarily erasing the memory of your current situation.

you’re there, rushing to his side when he gets a blow to the face from one of your detainers, a result of his unsmart mouth, asking him how to help stop the bleeding from the gash on his cheek. he tries to shoo you away, ensuring he’s fine, but once you rip a piece of fabric from your t-shirt and press it to his injury, it’s almost like he rests into your touch.

he begins becoming protective, when a captor makes a beeline for you, he won’t hesitate but to use himself as a human shield. willingly taking another punch or kick a punishment for his distraction. when a small bottle of water and stale food is shoved underneath the gate, he’ll make sure you have more than he does, refusing to listen to your protests. whenever he’s able to sleep, he’ll place himself closest to the door, in front of you, yet always facing you. once you’re tired, he’ll urge you to sleep, making sure he doesn’t sleep for too long at the same time.

the only time that john panics in that cell, is when a gun is pulled up to your head, as a blackmailing tactic for information.

information that your brain doesn’t comprehend as your body is whirling in fight or flight. you watch on as he attempts to bargain with the man behind you, whilst still offering you comfort with the way his eyes soften as they meet yours, and a hand reaching out towards you.

and that’s when the cavalry arrive.

the chance to fall to your knees, free from the enemy’s grasp as he runs towards the gunfire, john lunging forwards to collect you in his arms. cradling you into his chest as you fall apart against him. he soothes you, telling you that it’s all over, that you’re okay.

you don’t leave johns side until you arrive at the hospital. glued to him from the moment he stood you up and walked out the cell with pulled into his side, hearing words of affirmation towards him from those who refer to him as “captain”. in the helicopter, he still had you right there, so close to him, you may as-well be one. that’s why the nurses have to pretty much pry you from him when you land.

conveniently, you both end up on other sides of the building, as your vitals are checked and monitored. not knowing that john was discharged almost straight away, and on his way to find you within the first couple of hours, to everyone else’s dismay.

he doesn’t know the emotion he feels the second he see’s you asleep, but all he knows is that the sight brings him to the verge of tears. the drip that’s connected to the top of your hand, the continuous beeping that mirrors your steady heartbeat, but most of all — how peaceful and healthy you look already. admiring you, he quietly finds himself beside your bed, his hand subconsciously wrapping around yours, instantly noticing the warmth that you now possess. and when you slightly flinch, and flicker your eyes open to meet his, the small smile that forms on your lips almost brings john to his knees.

and that, right there, is how he knows that even though the way you met wasn’t ideal, he wants you beside him for the rest of his life.

#this was one of them things that i wrote read it back got disappointed and then thought fuck it #i will write a longer version of this one day #love these two x #captain john price #this was done in like an hour so bare with meeee #price x reader #captain price x reader #cod prompts

[cottonlemonade]

Pay Attention To Me

word count: 819 || avg. reading time: 3 mins.

pairing: University!AU Bokuto x chubby!Reader

genre: very suggestive, smut-adjacent, established relationship

warnings: mdni, nsfw, clingy Bo

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“It might not be visible to the untrained eye, but you are actually not helping.”, you said to your boyfriend who for the past minute had spent his existence as a koala bear, arms wrapped tightly around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder.

You were lowkey starting to regret having invited him over but since Bokuto had gone out of his way to clear some time in his strict training schedule and since it was also his first day off in 3 weeks, you didn’t want this opportunity to pass. However, you really had to get this concept done for class, so you leaned over the desk, in deep concentration or as deep as it could get with a 6ft guy hanging off of you like a sack of potatoes.

He started kissing your neck, a method of distraction that had proven to be very effective in the past but today you had your game face on and needed to get your project done.

“Baby, I’ll play with you when I’m done. I promise.”

He whined against your neck in protest. “I wanna play with you now.”, he mumbled, slipping his hand into your shirt, nibbling at your skin. Lord, he was testing you today. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“Give me an hour. Two tops.”

Bokuto took a step back and pouted at you, then-

"Bo, stop poking me!", you laughed, swatting his hand away.

"Not until you pay attention to meeee."

“Fine, 20 minutes and then we can order dinner and have fun, I promise.”

Bo squinted and you sighed. He had one of his bursts of unbelievable energy - they came and went every so often when he just came from training, still riding the endorphine train.

You always pretended to be exasperated by them, because you knew that made it extra fun for him, when in reality you actually thought it was incredibly cute when he got like this.

“I will take a quick shower, alright?”, you said (after exactly 20 minutes) and pushed him back out of the bathroom he had followed you into, “Alone.”

“Not fair.”, he whined through the door and, laughing at his silliness, you stepped under the scalding hot water.

“What do you think about yakisoba from that one place and fried chicken from that other place?”, you asked a few minutes later as you came into the dimly lit living room, a cloud of lavender scented steam billowing behind you.

When you looked around your apartment he was nowhere to be found. Now, your apartment, while relatively spacious, wasn’t that big, so it was not like he could be anywhere.

“In here.”, you heard his voice from the bedroom and through the open door by the sparse illumination of the fairy lights above the headboard you spotted his figure lying in bed, in a pose that could kindly be called seductive, although realistically speaking he was just being a dork.

“What are you doing?”, you shook your head.

“How about we work up an appetite first?”, he grinned and looked you up and down, wiggling his brows.

He tapped the bed, obviously wanting to entice you to join him.

“You just finished a 3 hour practice and I just finished work.”, you noted, standing at the foot of the bed.

Bokuto sat up and gently pulled at the hem of the towel, disappointed when you held it tightly.

“Just a few minutes.”, he said pleadingly, and drew you closer. His eyes watched the little beads of water running along your neck to your breasts.

“Just a few minutes.”, he said again, this time barely more than a whisper. With a skilled, calloused finger he untucked the towel and began to kiss away the last few drops of water clinging to your skin, making you shiver under his touch.

Cupping your cheek he pulled you down for a long sweet kiss.

When you finally let go off the towel his eyes didn’t wander at first. He held your gaze tenderly, smirking ever so slightly, his dorky energy from a minute ago now gone completely.

"Come to me, gorgeous.”, he muttered softly and scooched back on the bed, watching you expectantly. Now his eyes roamed your form, the full hips he couldn’t wait to grab, your breasts he would definitely mark, your thighs… your thighs he wanted to lay between, burying his face into your pussy for hours, having you for dinner instead. His back leaned against the headboard, the quiet glow from the fairy lights on your skin presenting you as the ethereal goddess you were to him. You crawled into his lap. So soft, so achingly beautiful. He leaned in again, his fingers in your hair, his kisses now open mouthed and needy.

“I love you.”, he mumbled in your ear, before dipping his head lower to brush his lips along your neck.

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#bokuto x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto smut #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto koutarou #hq bokuto #chubby reader #haikyuu smut

[cerise-on-top]

IT'S MEEEE! 😆 how're you doing?

I want some ANGST! But with a happy ending with Fluff!

Valeria/Laswell/Farah have a stressful day, and they are in a bad mood and take it out in the reader.

Take your time and take care! 🫶

Hello again! Welcome back! I'm doing fine, I'm just a bit tired right now, but I should be alright by tomorrow! First off, I'm so sorry this took so long! I tried to make it a bit longer than I usually would as an apology! There's not a whole lot of angst, aside from the girls having had a rough day and accidentally letting it out on reader, but I tried! I hope it's to your liking! Thank you for your request!

Valeria, Farah and Laswell Taking their Anger out on Reader but then Comforting them

Valeria: It was likely Alejandro who got on her nerves, chasing her like a dog would its own tail, only to never catch her after all. If she could, she would have him killed just like that. Much to her dismay, however, he was slippery, a trained killer whose only weakness was either himself or Rudy. But even the latter was hard to catch, so both of them meeting a fitting end would yet have to wait some more. At that moment, all Valeria wanted was to spill some blood. Anyone’s would have been fine. Walking through the door to your shared home, she watched you fold some clothes in the living room, putting them aside carefully so as to not put too many folds in them. Waving to her once you put down the sweater, you greeted her, wanting to throw your arms around your partner. Yet, fear struck you as Valeria glared at you, looking as though she was about to rip your throat out using her bare teeth. Thus, you kept your hug to yourself, a bit intimidated by her.

Instead, you tell her that you made some food, some vegetable stew, which she could easily reheat in the kitchen. Somehow, that information made her even more furious. Seemingly disappointed in your choice of cooking, she cussed. At first not at you, but when you tried to deescalate the situation, insisting that you could cook her a meat based dish as well, Valeria’s fuse blew. Her voice grew louder, almost booming, with her explicitly telling you that she didn’t fucking care about the food. It wasn’t the first time you had seen her act like this, but not towards you. Therefore you figured she must have had an extremely rough day. Even so, when she was done, you muttered an apology, going to your room and avoiding her for the rest of the evening so she could blow off some steam. It wasn’t your fault, you couldn’t have known after all, but you still felt like a failure, awaiting the seconds, the minutes, the hours, until you could finally go to bed. Just hearing Valeria stomp around outside your room made your blood freeze in your veins.

It wasn’t until 21:23, as you were just about to head to bed, that you heard a knock on your door. Even without your permission, it was opened, showcasing Valeria on the other side, seemingly having calmed down a bit. Leaning against the doorframe, she complimented your cooking. It was as delicious as it had always been, very well seasoned and very filling after all. You did nothing wrong, she, too, assured you of that. While she won’t go into detail regarding what exactly happened for her to snap at you like that, simply mentioning a few sleazebags who had caught up with her, you will hear something that only ever leaves her mouth when she’s wronged you for no good reason: an apology.

If you let her in, then she’s more than happy to try and comfort you. Yes, it’s a bit awkward since she’s not used to doing so, but seeing your eyes wide, your body tense, all because of her does take its toll on her. If you don’t wanna be touched just yet, that’s fine, she can respect that. But if you do allow it, then she’ll gently grab your hand and squeeze it a few times. She’s tired too, so she likely won’t be doing anything big with you anymore that night, but she’s open to making plans with you and discussing them. She really wants to right her wrongs when it comes to you, so you’re more than welcome to make a suggestion. You wanna have a picnic with her? She knows Las Almas quite well, some beautiful, undisturbed spots coming to mind almost immediately. You wanna go shopping? You can ask her for just about anything you want, she’ll give you extras to go this time too. You wanna stay in and watch a comfort movie? While she may not be one for watching movies, she will make an exception for you. She always does when she can.

Discussing those plans with you, she’ll try to make you smile at least a little bit. Once she’s sure you’re not afraid of her anymore, she’ll give your cheek a little kiss, joking around a bit more than she did before. She won’t bother you for the rest of the evening unless you explicitly seek her out, but she will keep an eye out for you, leaving you a few snacks right in front of your door. Maybe even some money so you can get yourself something fancy and nice. Problem is, she likely won’t have too much time, but she’ll be damned if she won’t take better care of you, if just temporarily. Even though she’ll always try her best to take care of you, it’s you we’re talking about, after all.

Farah: Another stressful day during the revolution. With an ambush surprising her, leaving her and her people a bit more vulnerable than usual, with her almost losing some of her best and closest fighters, it was only natural for Farah to be a bit more on edge than usual. Normally so calm, able to calculate the best moves and maneuvers for just about anything, no matter what happens, this was something she did not foresee at the time, thinking she had had the upper hand instead. It was only when she finally had the time, just a day or two, for you, mad as she usually never was, that she walked through the door, throwing her gun to the cabinet. Despite not being such a loud person, a sniper had to be quiet and patient, after all, she made quite a ruckus when she had finally returned. You were ready to greet Farah, give her a big smile and make her feel welcome and home as only you could. Soon enough, however, you did feel that something was off. Despite being stressed more often than not, she usually wouldn’t scowl at you like that for no reason.

You offered her a hug, opening your arms wide despite your expression betraying your nervousness. Aside from a glare, you got no reaction. Eventually, you put your arms down and she greeted you, venom spewing from her words. The toxins could corrode even the strongest iron walls, leaving you defenseless in your fear. Did you do something this time? Likely not, Farah just got home after all, but the thought still lingered. Although she was normally so chatty when she was just a bit exhausted, she stomped away, not saying a single word to you. First the bathroom, then the kitchen and lastly her bedroom. The clanking of cutlery against a plate could be heard, but that’s about it. You felt awful, something properly terrible must have happened to her for her to act like that. But it wasn’t like you could change it, so you lowered the volume of your TV instead before turning it off entirely and reading something on your phone.

Another few hours had passed, you barely even dared to move a muscle aside from scrolling on your phone, much less make any noise. What if it was you after all? What is Farah was about to leave you for something you didn’t even know about? Your thoughts spiraled, with every following one being worse than the previous one. You folded the blanket and put it on the arm of the couch, ready to head to bed when you bumped into her. Quickly, you uttered an apology before being ready to dart off to your own room, but Farah held you in place, asking you if you had a moment to spare and listen to her. It was dark already, with the dim artificial lights doing you no favors in seeing her any better either, but she sounded calmer than before. Still slightly annoyed, but it seemed like whatever had gotten into her had lessened its grasp on her. Tugging you onto the couch, she apologized for giving you such a harsh and cold treatment, simply figuring that waiting until she had calmed down would be better than letting it out on you, who had no part in it. The situation was dire for her, she told you a bit about it. About the ambush, about the people she’s almost lost during it. She knew that she really shouldn’t have been acting like that towards you, and for that she apologizes one last time.

Once she was done explaining what had upset her to you, she’d be quiet, remorseful, until you’d speak up again. She’d love to make it up to you, you really didn’t deserve such harsh treatment after all. If you just want a hug or a kiss as a form of apology, she’ll smile at you, being more than willing to give you just that. However, she will also ask you if that’s everything you wanted. That would be your chance to ask for something reasonable from her. Sure, she won’t be able to buy you a new car, but you’re more than welcome to ask her for some alone time, just the two of you. She might only have a day or two away from the fight, which she was going to spend with you either way since she rarely gets to see you, but if you have special requests, that would be the best time to suggest them. There may not be too many fancy restaurants or malls nearby, but you can always just watch a silly movie or take a walk together.

Farah would literally swear to you that she’s going to make it back in one piece to you. After all, there’s no one else she’d rather roam the streets with during a beautiful cloudless night. Besides, she made two promises that night: to make it back to you and to make it up to you. Farah would fight any deities out there to make it back to you, no matter if it was a losing battle or not. If it’s you then she’ll fight as dirty as possible to see you smile again.

Laswell: She was likely taken off a case, in spite of her having enough evidence to prove everything that needed to come to light. With her wit, with her having the right people at her disposal, she could have brought this to an end. However, her incompetent superior had other plans, letting it all rot in darkness instead, until everyone forgot it ever even happened. Laswell was furious, no matter how much she argued, her superior wouldn’t budge and for that she silently cursed. Normally so calm and composed, this time she wished she could have blown someone’s brain out for being the dumbest creature alive. But alas, such a thing was illegal, if someone ever were to find out. She entertains the idea for a few minutes, but quickly enough shakes her head, thinking of other ways to accomplish her goal. Walking through the door, she already heard you singing along to some tune, the music unnecessarily loud. You likely didn’t hear her come in, which in and of itself wouldn’t have been a problem. On any other day.

Only when she turns off the music do you realize she’s here. However, her grimace was already telling. Shyly, you greeted her, but not much else, letting her speak instead. The fury had gotten to her head, her face being slightly more red than usual. This time, she was stern, telling you that you really shouldn’t listen to your dumb music this loudly at such an hour. She was going to get a massive headache from today, if only because of you needing to turn up the volume impossibly high. While Laswell wouldn’t yell at you, her words would be sharper than an obsidian knife instead. Indeed, she’s not trying to actively hurt you, in fact, once her little lesson on you maybe being a bit more quiet is over, she’ll feel bad, apologizing immediately. It would take her much, much longer than that to actually calm down, but once she sees your scared, saddened expression, unable to really say much, she’ll say she’s sorry and let you go, watching you as you quietly trot away with your head hung low. Sighing to herself, she already comes up with plans on making it up to you, but she knows she can’t control her anger as she was right now.

A few hours later, you’d hear the bell ring, but not be quite ready to leave your room just yet. It likely was for Laswell, not for you, so you simply stayed put, hoping that she had calmed down a bit by then. However, your ears would perk up upon hearing her knock on your door, asking you to come to the living room so you could eat something together. Despite being a little bit skittish still, afraid to anger her further, you soon enough noticed she had calmed down again, with your favorite takeout from a restaurant you usually suggest lying on the table. Once seated, Laswell opened the packages, handing you your food. In a much more serene tone, she’d apologize yet again. Your music wasn’t dumb, it wasn’t giving her a headache, she just had a very rough day and needed some peace and quiet. Laswell hopes you can understand this, even if she did treat you unfairly. She recognizes that, and that she also tells you, with her promising to try her best to not have it happen again.

Laswell won’t go into detail either regarding what happened, for obvious reasons, only that some inconvenience happened today, which upset her a great deal. But that wasn’t what was important at that moment. She was calm, hopefully you were as well. And if not, then she’d try her darndest to make it that way. Considering she, technically speaking, had more time that day, and the following ones as well, she’d be the one to suggest going out the next evening. Maybe a nice and fancy restaurant, maybe a show like a musical at the broadway. Or maybe the two of you just want to take a vacation somewhere nearby. Either way, Laswell has plans for the two of you, having brainstormed a few in the past few hours. She’ll get her way at work eventually, it just might take some time, so she’ll happily “indulge” her superior for a few days before going back to crack the case either way. It would make her all the less suspicious. Besides, she’d get to spend time with you as well, even if all you wanted was to just go window shopping at the local mall.

That evening, she’d likely just want to watch TV with you, continuing to discuss your plans for the next few days. But after that she’s more than happy to book whatever it is you want to do afterwards. While she might not be the biggest fan of such, she will even go to the nearest Six Flags with you and ride a few attractions just to see you smile and hear your laughter, as well as excited screams, yet again.

#cod #cod x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #farah karim #farah karim x reader #kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #thank you so much for waiting #I hope these suffice #I don't really have much else to say this time except I'm glad Christmas is over #now I only have to survive new year's eve #anyway girls are pretty epic right? #sometimes I watch the Valeria interrogation scenes and giggle while kicking my feet #I also sometimes think back on how Laswell slowly grew on me #second game during the ghillie mission I knew I was in love all of a sudden #Farah was the surprise girl for me since I didn't even know who she was before I started watching #but all three of them are intimidating and strong in a way where I want them in my life #I just have a thing for strong and intimidating women #I still remember my first woman crush: Jolyne from Stone Ocean #I remember thinking about kissing her and suddenly realising “wait that's not very heterosexual of me is it?” #it's been going uphill for me ever since #those are some very fond memories of mine

[strawbrygashez]

may i hear about your p1 x p3 headcanons? i heart them so much

Sure! :D I’ve shared a quite a lot of them before but I have a couple few less ‘important ones’ that come to mind

•Since P1 barely got any sleep before P3 (bc he gets more paranoid at night) once him & P3 get together, It becomes a struggle for P3 to get out of bed since P1 will wrap himself around him to try to get him to not get up. It usually works too bc p3 will just sigh and lay there for about 2 more hours just so p1 can get more sleep :,)

•P1 comes out of his shell a little bit just to make p3 happy. What I mean by this is that P3 is always wanting to go out and do something fun while P1 is/was fine with just sitting at home all day but bc p1 really loves him & appreciates all that he’s done for him and ‘puts up with’, he’ll force himself to go do things that will make P3 happy. (It ends up helping his mental health that he goes out a bit more often)

•In the P3 game, P3 dude has a drinking problem (he drinks to the point where he collapses after a couple steps and his vision goes blurry). So I would like to think P1 does two things relating to this

1. He tries to monitor how much he’s drinking and cuts him off after a certain point. In the beginning he honestly felt like he shouldn’t say anything bc he had his own drinking problem but once he sees how bad off P3 can get, he tries to stop drinking around him as much so P3 won’t feel inclined to drink too.

2. He takes the absolute best care of him when P3 is drunk off his ass or is sick in the morning. P3 is slurring his speech and talking about how “awww you love meeee you’re taking care of me 😊” the whole time but P1 just rolls his eyes and still watches over him. (He helps him bathe, helps him lay down or get into bed, gets him medicine to calm his stomach, will help him remove some of the extra stuff he’s wearing to help him cool down, etc)

#asks

[dreamescapeswriting]

Cabin In The Woods [M] ~ BC [Request]

WORD COUNT: 4K

GENRE: SMUT, non idol au

PAIRING: Chan x Fem!Reader

A/N: I had to name the camp this there was no other wayyyyyy Hope you like it!

Camp crystal lake home to some of the most adventurous kids every summer the camp would be home to 200 kids with 16 camp counsellors all in charge of them and you were there every year, along with one of your best friends Bang Chan who was a counsellor as well as a lifeguard that worked on the lakes. The entire camp was huge despite there only being nine cabins that the kids could stay in. Eight of them would house 25 kids within their age ranges since kids from the ages of 13 to 17 came to the camp you had to keep them all in different groups so that group activities were fair to everyone. While the younger kids stuck to swimming, football and other outdoor activities the older kids got to learn and do more. Archery, boating, horse riding, and many more things were all part of your daily activities around the forest. There were two major lakes in the camp, Wilderice lake and Crystal lake the one that the camp was named after and each was just off from the cabins that went on a long stretch of road. Everything was pretty close together the only cabin that was far away from the rest of the camp was Seneca, which was known as the punishment cabin. Mostly because kids who had done terrible things were sent up there, only allowed out to go to the toilet, or meal times other than that they had to sit there bored while everyone else got to do the fun activities. Not completely unsupervised of course, that would be dangerous. A camp counsellor would always go to check on them to make sure they weren't doing anything they would regret or that they weren't in any danger.

"Y/n!" You turned around hearing your name being screamed from the entrance and smiled as you saw one of your favourite kids rushing over to you. A bag around her shoulder as she sprinted into your arms, you span her around a little. 

"Hey Alice," You laughed as the small 15-year-old girl began telling you how much fun she was going to have over the summer with everyone. 

"I invited my best friend along, Brenda!" A brunette turned around when she heard her name being yelled and jolted over to you and Alice. 

"We wanted to see if you and Chan were dating yet," You laughed loudly upon hearing Alice, Chan and you were known among everyone as the flirting pair but it was nothing more than playful banter. 

"You're too young to think of boys that way," You began messing up Alice's hair when she moved away from you, whining and straightening out her hair. 

"I'm not, I'm 15 and I know you and Chan lovvveeeee each other," You glared at her playfully about to tell her she was wrong when Chan came to stand beside you. 

"Ah the trouble maker," He whined out, pretending to be upset that Alice was standing there. She was by far your favourite kid there, always willing to do whatever it took to have fun and even helping out around the camp when she needed to. 

"We were just saying how-" Alice stopped speaking when her mother came over, kissing her on the cheek as she began to cry about leaving her at the campground as she did every year. Not that you blamed them, it must have been a nightmare leaving your kids somewhere for two weeks and having no means of communication.

"I'm new, you must be Chan. I've heard a lot," Brenda said as she began shaking Chan's hand with a giant smile on her face, blushing as she turned to look at you. 

"Good choice," You pushed her and Alice towards the bus that would take them down into the camp and you ignored as Chan asked what that was about.

"Go, you have your first round of kids at the lake in an hour." You whined as he walked up behind you, tickling your sides as he demanded to know. 

"Tell meeee," He whispered in your ear, it felt as though a bolt of lightening ran through your entire body and you whined at him once again. Slapping his hands away from you and shaking your head, 

"Go to work, I'll tell you later." Later meant you had enough time to come up with some sort of lie instead of telling him that Alice and Brenda thought you had a crush on him. Which you did but he didn't need to know that. Things between you were good and you didn't want to ruin that by admitting that you had a crush on him, playful flirting was easier than losing him. 

"Who have you got this year?" Chan asked as he sat down beside you in the archery field. It was pitch black sine it was around midnight, the two of you had been so busy with the first day of camp you'd barely seen one another besides a brief encounter at the lake.

"Ages 13 to 14, what about you?" You questioned as you looked up from the folder you were studying from, every year you liked to try and get to know each of the kids you would be looking after for those two weeks. Getting to know their names, likes and dislikes as well as what they were allergic to and everything else you would need to know. 

"16 to 17," He said with a giant smirk plastered across his face, the camp counsellors that were blessed with the older kids barely had to do a thing around the camp. Take them on the odd walk around the forest or make sure they weren't trying to kill ne another with equipment but that was it. They were practically adults and could look after themselves, of course the counsellors would be around if they needed them. 

"You're going to get stuck with the younger ones one summer, even if I have you force you to myself," You joked as you jabbed him with the end of your pen, leaving a small black mark on his white crystal lake shirt.

"Already in uniform?" You frowned looking down at him as you realised he was wearing the red shorts and white shirt combo that was giving to you every year. 

"I thought I would be the first one...That and I accidentally spilt a drink down my only good pair of jeans." He mumbled as he looked at you, you began laughing softly before laying your head on his shoulder tiredly. 

"It's going to be a great summer," He whispered to you as he nudged your softly, 

"Fire night, bring your scary stories and marshmallows!" Someone screamed making you move apart from Chan and nod your head. 

"I've got the perfect scary story," You smirked. Fire night was the night camp counsellors got together to try and tell the best story as well as sharing food something you did every year when the kids all went to bed on the first night. It was somewhat of a tradition amoungst everyone for old and new counsellors to get to know one another. 

"You probably stole mine from last year," Chan rolled his eyes at you jokingly and you rolled yours back, 

"Oh yes because yours about the child who had diabetes was so scary Christopher, I'm still shaking." You pushed his shoulder and got up from the seat you were sitting on, watching as people began filing over in the direction of the fire grounds. It was a huge campfire with logs around it so that everyone could be warm.

It turned out that your story had nothing on what Chan was telling that year, your story was about a girl who got lost in the woods but Chan's was far more creative. 

"Jason was never seen again after he entered the lake and every year when the counsellors came to the camp to set up they were all murdered!" He clapped his hands together making you jump as he continued to tell the story of a masked serial killer killing off counsellors one by one using different ways that were all nearly impossible yet creative. 

"Then just when the counsellor thought she was safe in the water Jason swam up and dragged her down to the bottom of the lake!" Chan finally finished and you did your best not to act as scared as you were about it. It wasn't as though the story was completely impossible, the thought of someone randomly walking onto the camp was easy and they could just as easily kill everyone if they wanted to. 

"You okay?" Chan questioned when he sat back down beside you on the log, giving you a hot chocolate as you stared into the flames. 

"Y-Yeah, peachy," Your voice cracked and Chan knew that you weren't okay, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. 

"I'll keep you safe," He whispered as you snuggled closer to him just enjoying the feeling of being that close to him.

"I'm heading up to my cabin, walk me?" You questioned as you noticed how late it was getting, you weren't scared of the woods but walking around in the dark wasn't something you opted to do alone most nights especially after the story that had just been shared by Chan.

"Sure," He chuckled softly as he began walking down the field with you heading in the direction of your cabins, all 25 kids seemed to be sleeping so your night was going to be easy. 

"Are you scared?" Chan nudged as you clutched onto his hand tightly as you stood outside the cabin debating going in or staying with him a little while longer. The sparks you were getting from his hand begged you to stay and feel them longer but you knew you had a long day tomorrow and couldn't. 

"N-No," You lied obviously as he smirked at you, hugging you tightly. 

"I'll be right next door, if Jason comes for you I'll save you," You pushed him away before going over to the door and opening it up.

"Night," You whispered to him before heading into the room, Chan stayed outside for a moment just waiting for you to come back out but you never did. He hoped you would come back out and beg to stay with him for the night because you were so scared but you never did.

"Night," He whispered to himself before walking in the direction of his cabin for the night which was right next door to yours. 

The next day was ruined by the thunderstorm that seemingly appeared out of no where. No outdoor actitivties could be done since it was unsafe for everyone to be in the water and no one wanted to get sick out in the cold. 

"Does anyone know where all the board games are?" You questioned as you sat in the dinning hall, 200 kids all staring up at you with unimpressed looks on their faces. You didn't blame them, this was supposed to be one of the best summers of their lives and yet here they were spending it trapped inside where it was raining so hard you thought it was night time.

"Punishment Cabin, we kept them up there last year for Tommy and Ned since they were in there so much." One of the counsellors mentioned as she looked at you, none of you could figure out how to get the kids to calm down so if this was the only way then so be it. Board games and indoor games it would be. 

"Christopher. We're going for a walk," You ordered as you grabbed him by the back of his jacket, pulling him towards the door as you stared out at the rain. It was coming down so hard that it looked as though it was a tap gushing out water, 

"Why? Why can't you go alone? I'm so dry in here," He whined looking at you but all you did was give him your large puppy dog eyes and he melted, giving into you right away and grabbing his umbrella. 

"Let's go." He grumbled as he began heading out into the rain, the two of you sprinting off in the direction of the cabin which was secluded from everything else around the camp. 

"Punishment Cabin," You mumbled as you looked up at the cabin, the roof was leaking a little and the door was wide open thanks to the wind. 

"Let's get the games and leave," You told him as you headed inside finding everything practically ruined that had been on the floor. It was all soaked in water and the roof was leaking inside and on the beds dripping onto the mattresses. 

"Oh shit," He whispered as he looked around noticing everything, a clap of thunder sounded and you jumped back knocking into him as the door slammed shut behind you both jamming in place. 

"What the fuck?" You asked as you twisted the handle trying to open it but it was locked in place, not even budging a little no matter how hard you tried to pull on it. 

"Here, let the man do it." You scoffed stepping away from the door and watching in amusement as Chan continued trying to do the same thing you had been but with little success, 

"Let the man do it," You mocked playfully before sitting down on one of the dry chest of drawers. 

"You're just going to sit there?" You shrugged your shoulders since there wasn't much else you could do, the windows were bolted shut from the outside and it wasn't as if you could just smash them open. 

"Look, they know we're up here. They'll come looking when we don't come straight down." You reassured him as you shivered a little, it wasn't exactly the warmest in the punishment cabin but you would only be there for an hour at the most. 

An hour turned into three and you were sitting in front of the fireplace together trying to stay warm. No one had bothered to come to look for you but not because they didn't want to but that they had planned for this. As soon as the counsellors saw that it was going to rain all day they set their plan into action deciding to take matters into their own hands. They were going to arrange for you both to go up to the cabin and have someone follow behind you, locking you inside and only letting you out when they knew that you had finally confessed your feelings for one another. It was juvenile but they didn't care, every year it was the same. Endless flirting together, the costant hints that you btoh had a crush on one another and they were finally going to make sure you ended up together in ways that were more than just friends. 

"I'm cold," You shivered as Chan started up the fire place that was in the cabin, he'd found old scraps of paper and some matches in the drawers you'd been sitting on and started it up. The thought of you getting sick made him feel bad as he looked over at you,

"Here," He whispered as he began laying down dry blankets and pillows in front of the fire. 

"We'll warm up together," He promised as you sat down on the floor beside him, his arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. Maybe it was the cold or the fact that you were snuggled together in such a romantic setting but you couldn't help but stare up at him in awe. 

"Thanks," You stuttered out as he kept you close to him, your body felt as though it was going to surrender to him. Sitting so close, hearing his heartbeating and the way his fingers traced small patterns on your skin was doing all sorts of things to you. A wetness dripped betwee your tighs as you squeezed them together trying to ignore the sensation and focus on getting warm but it was hard with him right there. 

"You know what might warm us up faster," You finally broke the silence as you glanced up at him, the two of you had been sitting in front of the fireplace for ten minutes. 

"What?" His voice was smooth as he looked down at you, eyes seeming to sparkle in the light of the fire, one thing came over you and you kissed him. Smashing your lips against him and rolling him back against the floor. At first he didn't do anything, he held onto you until he realised what was happening and gave into the feeling of having your lips on his own. 

"F-Fuck," He stuttered out as you pulled away to look at him, his lips were pink from the kissing and you could feel your body heating up from the embarrassment of randomly kissing your best friend. 

"I-I'm sorry...I don't know...I just wanted...I've wanted to do that for so long," As soon as the words left your mouth Chan kissed you once again pulling you to straddle his lap as he kissed you softly. 

Your hips began to move out of habit and you felt him harder beneath you which meant he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

"N-No one is around," You whispered breathlessly as you began to kiss down his jawline and down his neck. Whimpering at the thought of finally lettin him take you the way you had always dreamed, 

"We would warm up faster," He smirked as he ran his hands down your hips pushing at the red short shorts you were wearing. Your whole body tensed as you realised it was finally, really going to happen. 

"Do you want to?" You nodded at his question and he kissed you again, making out with yo as you both slowly removed one another's clothes piece by piece. 

Laying down completely naked in front of him should have made you nervous but with Chan you weren't at all, he looked at you as if he admired every inch of your skin. Taking a good look as he licked his lips, kissing your lips softly, 

"You're so beautiful," He whispered as he ran his fingers down your stomach until he was at your clit, slowly rubbing your wet bud in circles as you let out a whimper. 

"So wet, how long have you wanted me?" He smirked as he pushed a finger through your folds, your toes dg into the floor as you mewled out, 

"Tell me," He whispered again as he pushed two of his long fingers into you, curling them up to hit your g-spot again and again making your head spin. 

"A while!" You stuttered out as you began squirming underneath him as you moaned out his name. 

"Me too,2 He whispered as he began kissing you deeply, thrusting his fingers deep into your soaking core. Wet noises filled the cabin as Cha continued to take you with his fingers. 

"C-Chan," You breathed out as you gripped onto the blankets that were surrounding you, you felt intensity building up inside of you.

"I-I'm gonna-" You couldn't cum before he took his fingers out of your abruptyly and smirked as he began kissing you possessively, your legs wrapped around his waist pulling him close to you. 

"So needy," He chuckled as you let out a hiss when his cock ran through your folds, 

"Shut up and fuck me, we've waited too long." You begged as your breath as heavy, he smirked shaking his head and kissing down your body. 

"I want to taste first," He whispered as he kissed towards your core, he lingered above your cunt and looked up at you to check that it was okay. Once you gave him a nod he dove his tongue between your lips and began flicking your cunt with his tongue. 

"Oh shit!" You screamed out as your hands worked their wayy into his hair, pulling him closer as he continued to eat you out, biting down softly on the part of your outer labia making your eyes roll back. 

"J-Just like that," You cried out as you felt your orgasm building again, he hummed against your cunt and you shuddered over and over again as he continued to eat you out like you were his last meal. 

"C-Cumming," Your voice cracked as the pleasure exploded in you without warning, your head threw back against the pillows and you filled the cabin with your desperate moans of his name. 

He kissed you sweetly as he lined his cock up with your opening, teasing you with the tip as he smirked against your lips. 

"No teasing," You whined out, too desperate for any games that he was planning in his head. 

"As you wish," He pushed his hips forward slowly, sinking into you. You moaned out squeezing your eyes tightly at the stretching, he stayed still for a moment wanting you to feel comfortable before he even tried to move inside of you, 

“Y-You can move," You whimpered as you opened your eyes, his cock felt incredible inside of you, you felt full as you gripped around him as if he had always belonged there. 

"Shit you're so tight," He whined out as he grunted, slowly pulling out of you only to thrust back in as he let out a small moan. 

"Mmm Chan, please," You begged, digging your heels into his ass wanting him to move faster than he was and he smirked, 

"Chan please," He mocked playfully before he began to move his ips faster, fucking into you as you let out moans of pleasure he was sure people would have heard even from the dinning hall. 

"Just like that!" You screamed out as he began thrusting harder into you making you squeal out as he rammed in and out of you. Cock hitting so deep you thought if he came it would be deep in your gut. 

He continued to fuck into you hard, changing between slow and passionate thrusts to hard and fast ones as he stared down into your eyes. 

"Holy shit," You cried out as you felt yourself tighrening around him, the build up becoming too much as you began to cry out his name, pleasure reeling inside of you. 

"You close?" He questioned as he felt you tightening more and more with each thrust of his cock. 

"Cum for me," He whispered as he bent down into your ear, biting down as you wrapped your legs around his waist drawing him closer if that were even possible until you finally came undone around him. Grunting out he pulled out of you, cumming onto your stomach as you giggled up at him. 

"Shit," He panted watching in awe as you ran your fingers through the liquid and licked your fingers clean. 

"Y-You're going to be the death of me," He panted ashe laid down beside you and took a deep breath.

"We should move babe," He whispered an hour or two later after you had been laying there, the sun was out and someone was bound to come looking for you now that you had been gone for so long. 

"Here-" He handed you the shirt he had been wearing and then your shorts before he slipped on his coat since he had used your top to clean up your stomach. 

"Babe?" You looked at him with a smirk on your lips,

"You don't think I'm going to just have sex with you and leave it be, do you? I'm in love with you." He whispered as he kissed your lips again, the door opening just as you kissed each other. 

"They finally kissed," Someone announced out of the door, if only they knew the two of you had done a lot more than kissing in that cabin that day.

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[hyakki59]

Corazon x Reader

Modern Life

•You and Corazon are living together at your shared apartment.

•Both of you are working, but at different hours.

•You are working the morning-noon hours, while Corazon is working the afternoon-night hours.

•That's why Corazon is the one who is always preparing the lunch, since he has free time in the morning, also doing the household.

•One the other hand, you always prepare the dinner, doing also some household when Corazon misses from the house.

•In other words, you two are sharing the chores of the house.

•Your everyday life is stressful for both of you. Generally, you don't have much time to see each other during the day.

•You always can't wait to fall inside each other's arms.

•Law is also living with you.

•As Corazon starts work the afternoon, you are the one who helps Law with his school studies.

•Law is noticing all this stressful atmosphere that is around you and Corazon. Observing you or Corazon sighing out of nowhere as you are cooking or doing a household, seems that your mind is elsewhere.

•For example, one day you were sitting on the couch. You were resting your head on your hand, while your elbow was resting on the couch's back.

•You seemed troubled, and indeed you had spaced out, thinking, having almost a pouting face.

•Law approached you suddenly sitting on the couch beside you. His figure got your attention.

•"Y/N, are you okay?"

Law asked you worringly, looking you in your eyes. You immediately sat properly, not wanting to show bad manners with your whatever previous sat position.

"Yeah, of course, Law!"

You answered quickly, so you won't worry him. You knew though that Law could notice how you were feeling and you didn't want to lie to him. You also didn't want to treat him like he couldn't understand.

"Well.. I'm a little bit of tired because of work. And I'm a little anxious, because I'm thinking of all the things I have to do. But, generally, I'm okay, you don't have to worry."

You added with a smile, but it seemed more like a sad smile, because you couldn't hide your worries. At the same time you cupped Law's cheek with your hand, caressing his cheek with your thumb.

"You don't have to worry that much Y/N. Every thing will be done. If you worry about the household, I can help you do it."

Law added this time, as your hand left his cheek. You smiled again because of his words.

"You are right Law, every thing will be done.. Thank you for offering your help, you are such a good child."

You told him with a smile again.

"Come here."

You added, opening your arms, so you could hug him.

•He immediately came close to you, happily, shoving yourself in your hug.

•Law generally is fond of you. He sat peacefully in your hug with his eyes closed, having a smile.

•"Do you want us to see a movie when Corazon returns?"

Law asked you. Even though you were tired and you didn't have a clear mind for movies or series, you didn't want to refuse something like that to him.

"Yes, I want to. Choose whichever movie you like. We can make some pizza too for dinner, to eat along with the movie."

You told Law with a tired smile and eyes. You were caressing his hair as you were talking to him.

"Yeaahhh!!!"

Law exclaimed, wiggling his body out of happiness, while he has his arms still around you, earning giggles from you.

•At that time keys were heard at the apartment's door.

•Corazon entered in, first thing he saw is you and Law hugging.

"Ohhh!!! I'm jealous!!"

Corazon said shaking his body like a small child. He closed the door and immediately approached your figures.

"I want a hug too!!"

He said, while leaning his body down with his arms open, so he could hug both of you.

•His arms barely touched your bodies when Law exclaimed

"You are ruining our hug!"

"My love, wash your hands first.."

You added, stiffening your body.

•Corazon frozen and lifted his body up.

"No one waaants meeee!!"

He said with complaint as he stepped away to leave his things and jacket, while heading to the house's hallway.

•After some minutes he returned to the living room, and shoved himself quickly to the couch along with you two.

"Now you are not getting away!"

He said while grabbing both you and Law by your waists and dragging you closer to him. You and Law let out scream-laughs.

•Corazon kissed Law's and your cheek, holding you close to him.

•You two hugged Corazon back, all of you having your eyes closed, also smiling.

"I've missed you.."

Corazon added, not getting enough of your hug.

•°•°•

•The mornings are like this.

•All of you wake up early because Law needs to get ready for school.

•You and Corazon are preparing his breakfast and help him get ready.

•Law is a big child now, so he goes to his school on his own, since his school is not far away from your house.

•When he is about to open the door and leave, you usually approach him and give a kiss to his hair, while caressing his back, saying a 'take care' to him.

•As Law leaves for his school, you and Corzaon are alone.

•You are now at the kitchen, taking the plates and bowls from the table and putting them to the sink.

•Corazon approaches you and hugs gou from behind.

"There's so much time till you go to your work."

He purred in your ear while moving himself to his left and right, like a dancing move, causing you to move too.

•"Hmm.."

You just add, wanting to see if he was about to add anything else.

"Why don't we do something.. before you leave.."

He says to you in a low voice. He didn't have to say anything more, you knew what he meant.

"Let me drink my coffee first"

You tell him, turning your self back towards him. You cup with your hand his chin and his cheeks, as much as you could, dragging him down. You also stand at your toes to gain height, and kiss Corazon's lips, leaving a quick smack sound.

•Then you walk away, taking from the kitchen's counter your mug of coffee and then you head to the living room.

•Corazon stands still unsatisfied. He eventually fills a mug with coffee too, following you then till the sofa.

•He sits beside you and it's not taking long till you get his attention back.

•Corazon's fingers start playing with your hair. Both of you stay silent, enjoying your coffee.

•Your eyes turn towards Corazon, who, even though plays with your hair, looks at you like he is thinking when he is about to take you as a dessert.

•His fingers leave your hair, going down, caressing gently the back and side of your neck.

•All this caressing makes you sleepy again. Your head is nodding, opening-closing your eyes at the same time.

•Corazon takes the mug out of your hands and places it to the small table in front of you.

•This gets your attention, causing you to open your eyes.

•Corazon had already leaned down, startling you, as you suddenly see his face in front of you. He kisses you, without you being able to react first.

•He continues his kisses, having his eyes closed, as he had missed kissing you lustfully.

•As you cup his cheeks with your hands, you give him the motive to lay you down, and that's what happens.

•Kisses full of lust are echoed in the room. Your fingers are shoved inside Corazon's hair and as you are french-kissing, Corazon's hips starts to rock, as he is between your legs, rubbing himself on you.

•Moans are letting out from both of you as you are still kissing.

•Corazon cups with his big hands your clothed breasts, massaging them gently.

•He then leaves your lips, letting you breath, his next destination now your neck.

•He starts to suck the spot above your collar bone, still massaging your breasts and rubbing himself on you, causing you to moan.

•"My love, I want ya"

Corazon tells you as he lifts his head up, looking at you. His hair is messy and his chest is moving up and down, trying to breath.

•And the morning is about to continue as he plans.

•Early mornings are mainly the times when both of you are alone at home. It's your chance to get closer and feel each other as you desire.

•°•°•

•Sundays are usually the days when you have time to see each other too.

•There are also times when you are at your period at weekends. At those days you don't have enough energy, and don't enjoy your free time with your love ones.

•You are usually laying down at your shared bed that you have with Corazon, getting a good rest.

•You are under the warm blankets, like a pleased cat, who had found warmth.

•Law is worried when you are laying down for many hours, hoping that nothing bad is happening to you.

•Corazon reassure him, telling him that you are just really tired and you need some rest.

•Corazon is also making an orange juice for you, so you would get some vitamins.

•He gives then to Law the glass of orange juice, so he would bring it to you.

•Law likes to offer and help out the others, especially you, as you are one of the people he loves.

•So, he happily walks along the house's hallway, holding the glass with both of his hands and heading to your room to give you your orange juice.

•Corazon may make you and some rusks, putting chololate cream on them.

"Law come here"

Corazon whispers to Law. Law who is sitting on the couch, sits up immediately and do some quick jump-steps towards Corazon.

"Give them to Y/N, she will like them."

Law with a smile on his face takes the plate with the rusks and heads to your room to give it to you.

•As he enters the room, you notice him and you raise yourself, sitting on the bed, with your back resting at the headboard.

"These are for you"

Law tells you smiling, stretching his arms towards you, to give you the plate.

"Aww, thank you very much Law!"

You tell him moved, caressing with your hand the back of his head.

•Law then leaves the room, so you could eat with ease.

•He heads back to the kitchen where Corazon is, doing scissors jumps along the hallway till the kitchen.

"She liked them"

Law says with a smile to Corazon, causing Corazon to smile too.

•Sometimes when you are laid down, Law may take a nap beside you.

•Spesifically, he approaches you, standing still beside your bed.

"Can I lay down with you?"

Law asks you

"Of course, Law! Come here!"

You answer him. Law immediately runs to the other side of the bed and jumps on it, causing it to shake.

"Hey, easy man! You shook Y/N too!"

Corazon who is now under the doorframe tells to Law.

"Hahaha, it's okay!"

You say between laughs

•You and Law are under the blankets, laying together close to each other. You are like small animals inside their nest.

•Corazon takes a look at you with a smile, being happy that you two are getting well.

•Then he heads towards the living room, leaving you two to sleep. He sits on the living room with his laptop, doing some work that he has on duty.

°•°•°

•You are that tired during period that you may sleep the whole noon and afternoon.

•At some time, you wake up, seeing that you are alone. You thought that Law had woke up earlier and left.

•Corazon enters the room and heads towards the bed. He climbs on it, laying beside you on his side, while supporting himself on his elbow.

"Did you sleep well?"

He asks you as he looks at you.

"Mm.."

You just do, rubbing your eye with your fist.

"Where's Law?"

You ask him as you rub your eyes.

"He went down in the neighborhood with his friends, taking along their bikes."

He answers you, looking down at you.

"Ah, I see."

You just add. You try then to lift up and rest your back on the pillows behind you. Corazon helps you put properly the pillows behind you, helping you be comfortable.

•As you finally get comfortable you let out a sigh, because you were still feeling tired and couldn't do anything else.

•Corazon comes closer to you

"What would you like to do?"

He asks you as he rests a hand on your thigh, above the blankets.

"Lay down again.. But this is what I only do.."

You say looking down without energy.

"Then just lay down. You need it."

He tells you while caressing your thigh.

"Come on, let's lay together."

He adds as he lays down first, putting himself under the blankets. You follow him too, laying down again.

•As you both are laying down on your sides, looking at each other, Corazon wraps an arm around your waist.

•You look at him with a tired smile and he smiles back at you too.

•His face comes closer to yours, standing still, showing you that he wanted to kiss you.

•You can understand that and you stretch your neck, so you can kiss him.

•Corazon moves faster and kiss you first. He also pulls you closer to him.

•The kiss was quick, now you both look at each other's eyes. Then you continue your kisses, you shoving your fingers at Corazon's hair, while he shoves his hand under your blouse.

•Corazon caresses your bare back, while kissing you. He likes feeling your skin with his fingers. He also likes the idea that his hand isn't meeting with any bra.

•Then his hand travels in front, his palm cupping the side of your one breast. He rubs gently your nipple with his thumb at the same time.

•You let out a small moan, while rocking your hips.

•Corazon next attacks your bare neck, starting sucking it, while he gives some gently squeezes at your breast.

•"Ah! Yes, Corazon~"

You moan his name while rocking your hips.

•Unfortunatelly, now that you are on your period, you want sex more than ever.

•Those little things Corazon does to you are enough to turn you on.

•As Corazon leaves your neck, you rest yourself on your back. You immediately raise your blouse till your armpits, exposing your breasts.

•Corazon's eyes widen a little, an enthusiasm running along his body.

"Please, Corazon.."

You say in a low voice, looking at him.

•You don't need to say anything more. Corazon dives in your breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth.

•He sucks it with all his will. With seconds his suck gets harder, earning moans from you.

•You move your hips up, meeting the air, while your fingers are once more between Corazon's hair.

•Corazon's head leans back, pulling along your nipple with him. That causes you to moan and arch your back.

•Corazon lets your nipple, causing your boob to bounce. He admires your upper bare body.

•"Please Corazon, the other one too.."

You say impatient.

•Without need to tell him twice, he starts to suck your other nipple too.

•He will keep sucking and licking your nipples for some minutes, while massaging gently your boobs.

•Corazon stops his work as he noticed that you are shivering from the cold.

•He immediately takes the edge of your blouse between his fingers and drags down your cloth.

•He covers you with your blanket.

•Then he leans down, hugging you along with the blanket and gives you a pressing kiss to your cheek.

•"I want to see One Piece again. Let's do a rewatch."

You say to Corazon with a big smile.

"Hm? Why? To watch that Portgas D. Ace again?"

Corazon asks you with a raised eyebrow.

"For that reason too."

You answer just to tease him.

"I see. You want to watch the not-for-the-Ace's-abs-and-bare-chest-but-for-the-plot One Piece."

Corazon adds with I-know-the-truth face.

"Hey! Ace is funny too! That's why I like him!"

You say lifting your head from the pillow.

"Yeah, yeah."

Corazon says rolling his eyes.

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[bbysamu]

Don’t - How Long? Series Part II 

✎ Featuring: OIKAWA Toru x you, IWAIZUMI Hajime x you

✎ song: don’t by Bryson Tiller 

✎ Genre: angst 

Part I 

[10:30 pm] Iwaizumi Hajime stood outside your slightly ajar door, panting, trying to catch his breath after running. He ran his hands through his hair, eyes closed in annoyance at what had unfolded the past hour. 

Hajime watched at his best friend disappear behind the closed door with Mai. He was ready to give Oikawa another chance, a chance to make things right. Oikawa Toru should be the one standing outside your door right now, not him. 

He gently pushed open the door, the room was dark except for the little nightlight you always leave on. He adjusted quickly to the darkness, the little nightlight guiding his eyes to you curled up on the carpet, fists clenching your shirt, passed out from crying. 

He crouched down to pick you up and put you in bed. He sighed before gently reaching a finger out to tuck your hair behind your ear, his fingers accidentally grazing the tears still wet on your cheeks. 

Hajime knew he should leave. If he stayed, maybe he’d be overstepping his boundaries. But, he couldn’t help himself from sitting at the edge of your bed. Iwaizumi sighed again, this time putting his face in his palm, his mind wandering. 

[The Beginning] 

Hajime let out a little annoyed huff as Oikawa babbled on and on about some alien thing he saw on discovery channel last night. He looked up at the sky, instinctively bringing up his right hand to shield his eyes from the bright summer sun. 

“Wait for meeee!” 

Iwaizumi and Oikawa immediately stopped at the sound of your voice, though Hajime continued walking right after. 

He turned around and watched as Oikawa caught you in his arms before delicately planting a kiss on your cheeks. 

“Iwa-chan, I said wait for me!” 

He forced himself to look at you. He really should have no problem looking at you, his best friend and his best friend’s girlfriend. But how could he, when you look like...you. 

You with your cheeks red from running. You in your school uniform. You with your eyes that reminds him of the carefree summers of childhood. You cuddled up next to Oikawa, when all he really wanted was for you to cuddle up next to him. 

“Hello? Earth to Idiot #1!” you said, waving your hand in front of his face. 

“What do you want idiot #2?” 

He couldn’t help but grin as you laughed. The three idiots. That’s the way you guys have always been since you were young. The three of you best friends, until one day Oikawa decided he likes you and you like him too. 

Now whenever he sees the two of you, Hajime wants to kick himself in the head for not realizing his feelings for you earlier, then maybe, you would be his, instead of Oikawa’s. 

[The Beginning of Mai] 

The first time Mai saw Oikawa Toru she felt...nothing. 

The second time Mai saw Oikawa Toru, she knew she wanted him. 

The second time Mai saw Oikawa he wasn’t alone like before, he was with you. Mai has seen you around school before, you were a third year like him and you were really pretty. And that left a bad taste in her mouth. 

Like the rest of the school, she was a regular attendee of Seijoh’s volleyball games. She soon found herself wishing she was you as you stood in the stands wearing the #1 on your back. She looked down as the team surrounded you, laughing and cracking jokes. She glared at you enviously as Oikawa wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling you in the crook of your neck. You laughing and trying to push him away, but the grip of his embrace only tightened. The two of you were the picture perfect couple and the sight made Mai sick. 

Mai knew she was pretty, a different kind of beauty from you. While you were more of that innocent, sweet girl type, Mai was the opposite, she’s always been told she was...wild? Her eyes gleamed with a type of flirtatious mischief. 

The first time Mai talked to Oikawa, he was not interested. 

But Mai was nothing if not persistent. 

So the next time she found a moment alone with him, she had him sticking his tongue down her throat. 

She knew he tried to leave her, but Mai knew she could offer him something you wouldn’t -- her body. 

So it began, week after week, her secret rendezvous with Aoba Johsai’s pretty captain. 

♫ Don't, don't play with her, don't be dishonest Still not understandin' this logic ♫

Iwaizumi Hajime first noticed the scratch marks on Oikawa’s back and knew something was wrong. The whole team shocked as the ace grabbed the captain and threw him against the locker. 

“What the heck is that on your back?” Hajime growled. 

“none of your business.” Oikawa said, pushing the ace off of him. 

“Are you cheating on (Y/N)?” 

Oikawa froze, before looking at Iwaizumi. “please don't tell her. You know I love her, its just needs...” 

Hajime looked at him in disgust, “what the f*k Toru. She’s our BEST FRIEND and your GIRLFRIEND. You couldn’t even keep it in your pants?” 

Oikawa knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t help but get defensive, “are you gonna tell her? it’s almost midterm season, we both know how stressed out she is, so help me protect her. I’m gonna break it off with Mai  soon. I promise”. 

Oikawa knew Iwaizumi would do anything to protect you and hated himself for manipulating his best friend. 

But that is the last thing on his mind as he stood back against the tiny storage closet in the gym, Mai’s lips on his. 

[7 am] Iwaizumi Hajime woke up with the sun in his eyes. He looked to his left to find you still sleeping on your bed. He rolled out his shoulder, sore from sleeping in a seated position. He set down a glass of water next to your bed and left. 

He came face to face with Oikawa outside, hair disheveled from whatever he and Mai were doing last night. 

“I ended things with her” Oikawa whispered. 

Hajime looked at him in disbelief, before letting out a hollowed laughter, “great job” he said, before forcing himself to walk away. It took him all that he had not to punch Oikawa and force him out of your life. 

But he remembered the tears on your lashes last night and knew this was a conversation the two of you needed to have. 

[7:30 am] You rolled over in bed, eyes barely able to open. You turned to look at the water next to you and smiled slightly at the post-it note scribbled the word “drink” in Iwaizumi’s boyish handwriting. You brought the glass to your lips and let out a sigh as memories of last night flooded your brain. You wiped away the tears from your eyes, too tired to be angry. 

“Y/N?” You jumped slightly at the sound of Oikawa’s voice. You spare him a glance, unable to look at him without images of him and Mai popping up in your head. 

The sound of his knees hitting the floor as he apologized. You watched as tears flooded his eyes, words a mixture of “I'm sorry. I don’t know what happened. She means nothing, I promise”. 

You look at Oikawa, kneeled on the floor begging for your forgiveness. Last night you thought you would forgive him if he came to you. But last night when you opened your eyes, it wasn’t Toru who was there with you, but Iwaizumi. 

You closed your eyes, tears chasing each other down your cheeks. 

“I love you”. 

“no you don’t.” Your words surprising yourself. Your mother’s words echoed in your brain, “if a boy really loves you, he’d protect you, not hurt you”. 

You wanted nothing more but to take him back. You wanted nothing more but to turn back time. 

You smiled gently at him, “you don’t love me Toru. If you did, you’d never do this to me.”. 

Oikawa felt his heart shatter. He winced at the desperation in his voice, “please please please don't say that baby. Please give me another chance. I’ll show you, please, please let me prove it to you”. 

“We’re done. Please leave”. 

His pleas fell on deaf ears as you got up from your bed and left your room, leaving Oikawa a babbling mess. 

[8:30 am] Iwaizumi sat on the bench outside your dorm, not entirely sure what he was doing. 

♫ Girl, said he keeps on playin' games And his lovin' ain't the same I don't know what to say, but What a shame If you were mine you would not get the same ♫

His eyes widen in surprise as you pushed open the door of your dorm. The two of you stood frozen as you looked at each other. You walked over to him, cracking a sad smile. 

His mouth was dry as he said “I’m sorry (Y/N), I should’ve told you earlier.” 

You smiled at his words, knowing the only person that felt worse than you was probably Iwaizumi. 

“I know”. 

Hajime could you read like a book, the smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes, the fact that you left your dorm alone meant you and Oikawa were over. 

“Come on,” he said gruffly, “lets go get some matcha latte”. 

You smiled and followed him, heart slightly warm knowing at least you still had one of your best friends. 

#haikyuu angst #haikyuu!! #hq imagines #hq scenarios #oikawa x y/n #oikawa x you #oikawa angst #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x y/n #iwaizumi x you #haikyuu x reader #hq angst

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Arthur - Drive from hell

Fandom: Ikevamp

Pairings: Arthur x Reader

Genre: Fluffffff

Words: 1600

Warning: Learning to drive.... so yeah

Comments: Eeeeep, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TANIIIII! Hope you have the best day! //dances around ❤❤ ❤Sending ya alll the hugs and yummo birthday cake! 😳🥺! 🥺😳❤🌈 @nuttytani

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“You ready, duckling?” Arthur asked, full of beans, climbing from the driver’s seat and doing a light lil ol jogging around the car to open the passenger door for you.

Today was the day! You were now officially legal, and Arthur had taken it upon himself to teach you how to drive. To say you were nervous would be a gross understatement— you had barely, BARELY even passed your learners exam, and now here you were, about to be sat behind the wheel of arguably your greatest challenge yet, a 4x4 Hilux, a beast of a car in its own right.

You had already started regretting your life decisions when Arthur had to give you a hand up to get into the big beast of a car, never mind barely being tall enough to see over the steering wheel.

“Safety first, Luv,” he grinned from the passenger seat, reaching across you to help secure your seatbelt as you acclimated yourself to the change in position. How strange it was to be sitting on the other side, peddles below, massive wheel in front. And not to mention all the switches and buttons— so many little things that you had no idea what they were for or how they worked— and yet all so tempting to press and try out.

You looked over at Arthur, anxiety only growing as you had no idea where to even begin. “Alrighty, let’s get this show on the road,” he clapped his hands together, smiling broadly as he put on a pair of blue polka dot sunglasses.

Truly this man had far too much faith in you.

“Arthur, are you sure about this?” you asked one final time before placing your one foot on the clutch while the other pushed the brake—you know, just in case.

“Of course, what kind of rotten boyfriend would I be if I couldn’t even teach my lovely lady how to drive, now first things first, the safety checklist.”

He held up his gloved hand, counting off all the points to remember when driving, “Number one, make sure the car is in neutral before starting it. Number two, keep your foot on the clutch. Number three, turn the ignition all the way, and once you are ready to rumble, release the handbrake and slowly lift your foot from the clutch as you step on the gas. Got it?”

You nodded, half the instructions going completely over your head— you got this, you got this, you kept repeating to yourself like a mantra.

Your shaky hands reached for the keys, turning them until the car roared to life.

“I did it! I DID IT! Loook Arthur, look! I switched the car on!” you exclaimed, smiling brightly at Arthur, who clapped his hands together in praise.

Next, you slowly release the clutch forgetting all about the petrol and hand brake, causing the car to lurch forward and stall. You let go of a high pitched squeak, eyes going wide and knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel.

Clam as ever, Arthur patted you on the head, “Ah, it’s alright, Luv, see nothing to be afraid of; you simply forgot to step on the gas.”

It appeared as though Arthur had nerves of steel talking you through every instruction, patiently teaching you, and frankly, it wasn’t before long; you actually got the car moving. More than moving even, you were DRIVING!, no jerky movements, just girl vs the open road! Oh, the freedom and sense of independence were exhilarating, even at 20km per hour.

Meanwhile, Arthur was having a very different experience from the passenger seat.

Oh Lord Arthur was thankful he had taken you out to an abandoned field to learn how to drive, even more, grateful that you were driving an off-roader and not Vincent’s old fashioned bright yellow beetle, cause heaven knows death would be knocking otherwise.

Yes, despite his calm facade, he was desperately gripping the fear handle— an appropriate name, really, for what he felt in this moment was truly fear. “B-bird d-don’t you think you should slow down a little,” he stammered out; any chance of composure had been long gone as you drove at top speed (40km/h) across the planes of the field, launching the car into the air as you drove over yet another tiny hill.

“By Thunder, please, I beseech thee if there is a god I promise to live a wholesome life from this point onwards, please just spare meeee- ahhh,” he implored, sunglasses now halfway down his nose, revealing his wide shot eyes.

You drove without a care in the world, thoroughly enjoying the whole experience of driving over the small rolling hills. You rolled your eyes, one hand on the steering wheel, the other one giving Arthur’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Come on, Arthur, don’t be so dramatic, ooooh look another dip, hold on tight,” you quickly announced with a delighted squeal navigating the terrain like a self-proclaimed pro.

The car rattled and jerked,” F-f-f-udge,” Arthur yelled out, hand shooting forward to the glove box to steady himself and prepare for the impact.

“Whoooooohooo! This is great! Who knew driving could be this fun,” you exclaimed full of joy, eyes sparkling as you spotted the next mountain to go up and conquer.

Arthur’s panicked eyes followed your line of sight, and it certainly didn’t take a genius to know what you had planned. “My love, my darling, my heart and soul, for all that is good and holy, please I beg of you, please PLEASE STOP THE CAR”, he pleaded and prayed. It was not his birthday, but hells, he was making a birthday wish on your behalf—the wish to see another day.

You looked over at Arthur once more, and upon seeing the distress crossing his feature, you cut your bundu bashing adventure short. Although realization quickly dawned upon you, spending all this time driving across the mountainside, you had not really mastered the art of coming to a smooth stop. So, you did what any new learner would do when someone demands the vehicle to a standstill. Thrust both your feet forward at the same time and pull at the emergency brake.

Arthur launched forward as the car came to a screeching halt, dust being kicked up and settling around the car— the perfect execution of an emergency stop, you mused.

Heart hammering in his ears, Arthur let go of broken laughter, hands feeling himself in disbelief, “I’m alive? I’M ALIVE! GOD, I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.”

You rolled your eyes, looking over at him, completely unimpressed, “ohhh, come on, it was not that bad? Was it?”

“I think I might just need a change of underwear after that ‘thrilling experience’,” he exaggerated, throwing the car door open and dramatically flopping onto the ground.

Why he was so happy, he almost kissed the ground. He looked at you from his place on the dirt, “I am going to need a stiff drink. Blimey bird, that was nerve-wracking.”

You turned the car off, hopping from your seat and slinking up to Arthur to offer him a hand up, mischief glowing in your eyes, “I mean, but did you die tho?”

With a shake of the head and another thankful chuckle emanating from his chest, he placed his hand in yours, “And who taught you to be this cheeky, honestly Luv.”

Climbing into the driver seat, Arthur adjusted the mirrors and started the car, his usually charming grin once more gracing to his features. “Shall I show you how it is done,” he bragged, full of confidence, happy to be back in control of the mechanic stallion.

He started the car; however, as the saying goes, ‘pride before the fall’, he failed to give enough gas and stalled the vehicle upon pulling away.

‘Shit’, he thought, sparing you a sheepish glance only for you to burst out into full-blown laughter. “You are going to show me what now; perhaps I should be the one to teach you,” you smacked your knee snorting out.

Arthur pouted, a shade of pink coming to rest upon his cheeks in embarrassment. But before he could even answer, an unimpressed grunt could be heard coming from the back seat, “That’s it, both of you out! NOW!”

Two pairs of eyes snapped back to the source of the voice only to lock onto a very, VERY traumatized and unimpressed looking dutch. He stomped out of the car before dragging Arthur from the driver’s seat.

“That is the last time I EVER let either of you near my car,’ he scowled angrily, turning the ignition and putting the car into gear.

“Hmpf can’t believe I fell for the ‘let’s go and get some birthday pancakes’ trick,” he grumbled under his voice, making his way back to the main road.

“Why old goat, that is an excellent idea!” Arthur chimed in from the backseat, starting a chant that would inevitably lead to getting what he wanted.

You joined in, of course, chanting happily with an equally broad smile littered on your face, “birthday pancakes, birthday pancakes, birthday pancakes.”

With a scoff of irritation, Theo was helpless but to go along with the whims of the day; after all, he did love pancakes, and after that traumatizing experience, he would need some sugar to cleanse his soul.

“Hmpf fine, but only because it is this one’s birthday,” he finally barked out with a roll of the eyes, yet an unmissable smirk of excitement making its way onto his lips.

#arthur conan doyle x reader #arthur conan doyle #arthur fanfiction #arthur x reader #ikevam arthur #ikevamp arthur #ikemen vampire arthur #Eeeek happpy birthday tani!

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HI ITS MEEEE. I would like to request #10 in the fluffy dialogue prompts "I would like my good morning kiss now" with Zukka cause you know i love them.

Pls ya really hit me with the prompts. Better late than never <3

And Comfy I hope you know you're the only one that will ever get me to write Zukka. Only for you bud, only for you :)

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Zukka - #10 - “I would like my good morning kiss now”

Zuko rubbed his temples and let out a tired sigh. Another sleepless night working on these proposals, and he wasn’t even sure if he was halfway done. Sure, he knew that this particular project would be one that demanded passion and determination to pass, but he didn’t realize how much passion and determination he would need. The council provided minimal support from the start, and the only way he would get anything accomplished was if the plan became rather popular with the public.

But all of that was behind him, because the sun was rising and while the day was only beginning, he needed rest. He closed his eyes and stretched out his tired limbs before he stood from his desk, letting out a satisfied groan as he did so.

“You know, I used to be the only one that could make you groan like that.”

He raised an eyebrow and glanced over by the door, smiling when he saw Sokka leaning on the doorframe. “Very funny,” he mumbled.

Sokka shrugged, and pushed himself off the frame, walking toward Zuko. “Another late night?”

Zuko nodded. “I’ve got to put in the work for this project if I want it to pass. So that means more sleepless nights for me.”

“And not the fun kind,” Sokka added.

The firebender rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t fight the grin that appeared on his face. Still, he wondered what Sokka was doing up at this hour. “What are you doing up?” he asked. “It’s barely dawn.”

Sokka gave another nonchalant shrug, placing his hands on Zuko’s desk and leaning toward him. “Nothing big really, just have a request I wanted to submit to the Fire Lord.”

“Oh? And what is that?”

He inched closer to Zuko, and with a mischievous smirk on his face, he whispered, “I would like my good morning kiss now.”

Zuko had to laugh at that, but he silently obliged. He got to his feet, and like Sokka, leaned over the desk from his side until his lips met Sokka’s. They kissed sweetly and slowly, relishing the feeling of each other’s lips on theirs, for it had been too long since they last kiss.

When they parted, Zuko smiled and said, “Good morning.”

“It is a good morning now that I’ve chatted with you, but I sort of regret that kiss.” Zuko looked at Sokka perplexed, but the warrior continued, “That firebender morning breath is serious.”

Zuko scoffed and pushed Sokka away from him, but the two were laughing the whole time.

And as they continued to tease each other and enjoy each other’s company, Zuko soaked in the morning.

Because while the night was long, the day was just beginning, and it was already off to an amazing start.

#zukka #zuko #sokka #alta #writing #quote writing prompts #part 5 #my asks #thanks for the ask! #comfy #lots of fluff in this one comfy lol #:)

[fatiguing-thoughts]

“How Drunk Are You?” “Yes.” - Day 7 - Embry Call x Reader

“I won’t be gone too long, babe.” Embry says, rubbing the side of my arm and kissing the top of my head. 

“I know, Em. I’ll be okay stuck with Quil and Jared for the hour. Everything will be fine.” I look up smiling at my handsome boyfriend. 

“Yeah, what’s the worst that could happen?” Jared smirks at Embry from the other side of the table.

“So many things. Way too many things. On second thought, maybe I shouldn’t leave you alone with them.” Embry chuckles nervously. 

“Oh come on, dude. You really think we’re gonna let something bad happen to her? Us? Who do you think we are?” Quil places a hand over his chest, feigning shock. 

Embry looks between the three of us before pinching the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes, and tilting his head down. 

“If it wasn’t so cold out I would bring you with me, babe. But you can’t stand outside that long in this weather. You’ll turn into a popsicle.” He looks at me with a pouty face.

“I understand, Em. You have to help Seth though, he can’t leave his car stranded there. We already played a few games.” I reason with him. 

“I know, especially with his date there.” Embry reasons with himself aloud. 

“Oh my god, he’s on a date?” My eyes widen, fear instilling for the poor boy. 

“Yeah, he is. Embry go help him!” Quil yells. “Em, she’s probably freezing to death. Seth can’t just tell the poor girl that he runs a crisp one-oh-eight nine.” I laugh. 

“Okay, you’re right. I should go now, it shouldn’t be too long if it’s just a jump. An hour, tops.” He kisses my head. 

“Alright. I love you, help him out! Save the date for him.”

“I will try! I love you too.” He says before he jogs out the front door. 

“Okay, now that the sap fest is over, let’s have some fun.” Quil laughs. 

“Hey, you better watch it. You’re gonna be the same way when you imprint. I don’t wanna hear a peep out of you, Jared.” I throw a rolled up napkin at Quil before narrowing my eyes at Jared. 

Quil lets the napkin hit his head as Jared holds up his hands, offering a surrender. 

“Sorry, sorry. But I’m just saying, we gotta have fun.” Quil defends himself.

“Agreed.” Jared nods.

“Okay, well that’s fair. I just don’t know what you guys wanna do.” I shrug. 

“We could play beer pong.” Jared says, pulling the stack of red solo cups off the center of the table. 

“I mean, why not?” I shrug, standing up to get the beer that Embry brought for the game night with the guys as well as the drink I mixed myself, as I hate beer. 

Quil stacks our side of the table, as we decided it would be us vs Jared. 

“Okay let’s get this show on the road, dorks. I hope you’re ready to lose, Jared. I’ll have you know I am basically the best.” I laugh, filling the cups with water and handing everyone their own drink. 

We all came to the agreement that it would only be fair if both Quil and I drank for every shot Jared made as he was playing solo. 

Much to my dismay, I quickly learned I was on the wrong team. I talked a big game about my skills, but I barely got to use them as Jared kept sinking shot after shot, game after game. Balls back almost every turn. By the time we got to the third game I was feeling myself grow hot and beginning to sweat, losing a bit of my balance. Words slurring despite my best efforts to stop them. 

“Oh god, we’re losing her!” Quil laughs, balancing me out by reaching for my arm. 

“Okay after this game, I am done. This ju-just isn’t fair, you guys don’t get drunk.” I pout. 

Jared finished off the table, sinking his shots and ending the game, leaving me to only keep drinking. 

“Jesus, when did we start spinning?” I ask, clutching Quil's arm with one hand, placing the other on my head to stop said spinning. 

“Okay, we might have actually lost her.” Jared looks at Quil with wide eyes. 

“I’m liter-literally right here, idi-idiots.” I slur. 

“Oh no.” Quil stifles a laugh.

“No, Embry is not gonna be happy with us, Quil.” Jared walks over to me, grabbing my other arm.

“Oh, I miss Em. Where is heeeeeee?” I whine.

“Hopefully not coming back until you’re sober!” Quil smiles. 

“In our dreams.” Jared mumbles. 

“I-I’m gonna call him.” I start to look for my phone. “Or, or, or you could have a cup of coffee? Some food?” Jared offers.

“I could eat, I hate coffeeeeee though.” I raise my eyebrows in excitement. 

“Great.” Quil runs into the kitchen for a moment, before returning with some goldfish. 

“Here, eat these.” Jared takes them from Quil, handing me the bag and sitting me back down in my seat. 

“Wait, they-they’re not rainbow.” I pout.

“What? That doesn’t matter. You love goldfish!” Quil encourages.

“Yeah, butttt I want rainbow goldfishhhh.” I pout once more. 

“Jesus Christ, why are you doing this to us?” Jared asks me with a worried look. 

“Can I have water?” I ask Quil. 

He nods before running into the kitchen. 

“So like, out of curiosity. How like, drunk are you? 1-10? Where are we placing you, you gonna remember this in the morning?” Jared asks, looking into my eyes. 

“Yesssssss. I just want Embry to come back. I miss him.” I pout. 

“He will, and he’s gonna be peeved.” Quil hands me the glass of water. 

“Oh hush, I wanted to playyyy. It’llll be okayyyyy.” I promise the boys.

“Easy for you to say. He’s gonna kick our asses, not yours.” Jared smirks. 

“No, I’ll tel-tell him you helped meeee.” I smile, closing my eyes, feeling myself grow a little tired. 

“I just don’t think Embry’s gonna be thrilled.” Quil tries to reason with me.

“What won’t I be thrilled about?” Embry walks through the front door. 

His eyes look around the room, surveying his surroundings. 

The cups on the table, the empty drinks of mine, and some beer bottles the guys drank. 

“Embry?!” I shout in excitement. 

“Listen, it was an accident.” Quil tries to reason. 

“Embry, just hear us out.” Jared says. 

“How drunk are you?” He asks, concern lacing his voice.

“Yes.” I turn around and smile at him.

He walks over, the smell of alcohol invading his nostrils. Moving a piece of my hair out of my face. “Hey, babe. How’re you feeling?” He asks in a soft voice. 

“I feel good. A litt-little tired but happy becau-because you’re here.” I smile at him, grabbing his hand. 

“I’m glad you’re okay.” He smiles at me with soft eyes, before leaning his head back up and shooting daggers at Quil and Jared. “Well, she said she’s fine.” Jared says. 

“It’s Jared’s fault. He kept winning.” Quil blurts out. 

“Oh screw you. This was a group game, we are all responsible. She wanted to play.” 

“Em, don’t be mad. I wanted to play.” I smile up at him, eyes closing slowly. 

He looks down at me, letting out a tired sigh. 

“I’ll kick your asses tomorrow for this.” He looks between the two guys. 

“Actually, we’ll be busy all day tomorrow. All week, even. Rain check?” Jared jokes. 

Emrby shoots him a dagger as Quil laughs. 

Embry punches Jared in the arm, causing him to yelp out in pain. 

Quil laughs again, before Embry punches him in the arm as well, reacting the same way.

“Ouch! We took care of her. Stop being a bully.” Quil teases. 

Embry rolls his eyes at his best friends, before focusing back on me. 

“Em, I wanna sleep. Can we go home?” I look up at him.

“Of course, babe.” He picks me up from the chair, carrying me to the front door and out to the truck. 

“Thanks guys, I’ll see you soonnnnnn.” I smile back at Jared and Quil. 

“Bye, (Y/N)!” They call out in unison.

“Feel better! Don’t forget to leave yourself aspirin for the morning!” Quil chimes in. 

“I love you, Em.” I say, as he buckles my seatbelt in his truck.

“I love you, too.” He kisses my forehead. 

The drive home was a blur, as I was drifting in and out of consciousness. 

I felt strong arms lift me out of the truck and carry me into the house, bringing me into our shared bed. 

“Em?” I say as he lays me down, tucking me in. 

“Yeah?” He whispers?

“Can you cuddle with me, please?” 

“Of course, babe. I was just gonna get the aspirin and water bottle for the morning. I’ll be right back.” He leaves a sweet kiss on my forehead. 

I smile at him, waiting for him to come back, fighting my eyes from closing. 

A moment or two later, I felt the mattress dip with weight, smiling I reach my arms over to hug Embry. 

“Good night.” I whisper as he holds me in his arms. 

“Good night, (Y/N).” He pulls me in closer to his chest. 

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Word Count: 1543

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❛ F*CKING HIGH ❜

with Neron ‘Creeper’ Vargas.

Request: Hey! Maybe prompt 52. When Creeper get shot and Mayans don't know reader but when hé was high on medication he call her at Vicky's House ? 🙈Something really Fluff ? Thanks!! I love ur writings 😊😊

BY ANON

Warnings: none.

Word count: 1.6k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author, I found it on Google.

Masterlist.

The books over the table with a lot of notes scattered around them are starting to give you a horrible headache. You don't know how many hours you have been studying, but you're sure that it was daytime. When you focus your gaze on the horizon, through the window, you're aware of the streetlights turned on outside and the dark sky above Santo Padre. It's your final week to complete the MIR and you have left just one exam. The last one. So, when Creeper told you he was going to travel to Las Vegas for a couple days, you have to recognize that you felt a little alleviated. You want to spend the maximum time possible with him, but you also have to study, but both things aren't compatible. Even so, he should be at home already.

Checking the time on the clock in your wrist, you snort getting up from your chair to pick up the books and your pens. It's enough study for today and you're really hungry. After cleaning the table, you fall down on the sofa turning on the TV and looking in your phone for something to take away. Cooking it's not an option today. Choosing the local pizzeria for excellence, you're about to make the order when an incoming call interrupts your plans. Reading his name on the screen, you answer quickly.

“Babe!”

“Maaaaamaaaa”. He sings, making you frown somewhat confused sitting on the sofa. “Heeeeey, maaaamaaaa”.

“Are you… high, Neron?”

“Yeah… Fuckin' high… for you, my loooove”.

“What the hell? Where the fuck are you?”

“Mama, I want you here. I need you here, maaaama!”

“Ner—”.

“I am… close”.

“Close from what?”

“Border, mama. Close to the border. Come with meeee. I need my nurse, mama, pleaaase”.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Your heart is racing, jumping off from the sofa, running to your shared room.

“A guy shot me, mama. But don' worre', I'm okaaaay”.

“Neron, send me your location right now!”

“Mama, mama, mama, are you comen'?”

“FUCK, NERON, OF COURSE I'M COMING. SEND ME THE FUCKING LOCATION”.

“Don'... Don' shout at me, mama”.

From nowhere, you can hear him crying like a child. Even if he's high, that shit breaks your heart into pieces. Stopping next to your bed rubbing your forehead, barely gulping, you try to calm yourself.

“Are you alone?”

“N—No…”

“The bul—”.

“It's out, mama… I wan—want you here with me. I'm okay, mama, I'm okay… Come with me. Don'... leave me, don' break with me, mama, please”.

“Send me your location, okay? Could you do that for me?”

“Yeah, mama… Are you comen'?”

“Sí, Neron, I'm gonna get dressed, okay?”

“Okay, mama… I love you. I love you, mama. I truly love you, I swear”.

“I know, mi flaquito”.

Hanging up the call, you take some second to breathe calmly before looking for some clothes to put on and grabbing the medical kit when you're ready. They better have something to eat, or there will be more than one man shot. Leaving your house, your phone rings with a notification. The address of Vicki's house. You have heard about it, and you're not surprised at all. According to your boyfriend, this is the favorite place of Mayans. You don't know them, not yet, but you can imagine why they like it this much. Keeping the kit on the back seat, you step in your car turning the engine to follow the instructions recited by the gps.

When it says that you have reached your destiny, you focus through the Camaro's front window to find the house, looking exactly as he described you one day. Going out of the pilot seat and carrying the medical stuff in your right hand, you go upstairs practically jumping them to hit the door with your palm. A girl with brown hair, big eyes and almost naked welcomes you, pushing her by a side before she can talk.

“Hey, hey! Wait! You ca—”.

Coming into the living room, you finally meet his other family. They were drinking and laughing until you appeared, now staring at you confused. The one who you recognize as El Presidente gets up from his chair, the other two are pointing at you with their guns, warned by the bitch behind you.

“I'm from Tijuana, you can't scare me con una pistolita”. (With a gun). You spit with a strong mexican accent, containing a sarcastic laugh.

“Who are y—”.

“MAAAMI, MAAAAMIIIIIIII”.

Hearing your boyfriend calling you, you don't give them a single chance to let you introduce yourself, running upstairs following the laments of Creeper between moans and pleased begs. Disgusting. Opening the last green red door, you finally reach him. The medical kit falls from your hand shocked. Taking a step, you tour his silhouette lying on the mattress. Being shirtless you can see the bandage covering the bullet hole, with some blood trespassing the cotton, and the sling holding the other. His face isn't much better, with some scratches on his left cheek and his temple. The most disturbing is watching him crying like a scared child, trembling and trying to sit up on the bed.

Before the other mexicans can reach you, you're already kneeling on the bed not knowing where you're allowed to touch him and where not.

“Mami, I missed you”.

“You're an idiot, you know it, rai'?” You ask him with your eyes filled with tears, gently caressing the other cheek, while he nods.

Leaning forward you kiss his shaky lips once and again, before feeling his right arm surrounding your waist.

“Let me see the shot, okay?” Whispering, you get up from the bed to take the medical kit, under the look of the men waiting on the door.

“The doctor put it out, disinfected the wound and stitched it up”. El Presidente says, making you frown your eyebrows.

“The doctor, or the vet?”

“Wha—”.

“Answer before I fucking punch you”.

“The vet”.

Of course, it's not the same. Even the medicines that give you in the MIR are stronger than the ones for a veterinarian. Opening the kit over the bed and wearing a pair of blue gloves, you lean on Creeper to take off the bandage and the gauze, narrowing your eyes to see every stitch on it. It's… acceptable, but you could have done it better. Wetting some cotton with iodine, you clean the blood around the suture with soft moves to not hurt him more. Your boyfriend is assorted on how concentrate you look taking care of him.

“Do you know what you are doing, niña?” The oldest one rests his body against the frame.

“'Amma real doctor, not a veterinarian”. You respond without turning at him, but at your kit to find clean gauzes and an adhesive bandage to cover the sewn hole again. “What happened with the other, Neron?”

“Dislocated”. He just says gulping with parted lips.

“What did they gave you for the pain?”

“Just some pills, mami…”

“How many hours ago?”

“Almost ten”. El Presidente replies in his place, making you twist towards him.

“Okay, Creep', I'm going to prick you some morphine”. He just nods.

Grabbing a needle wrapped on a security plastic, you open it to fill it up with the transparent liquid from a small glass bottle. Hitting it softly with two fingers and letting some of the medicine spill on air, you lead the needle to his bare skin over the wound. Nailing it slowly until the metallic part has disappeared inside it. Then, you push the plastic container until empty. Taking off the needle and keeping it again inside its paper, to throw it later, you close the medical kit.

“You need to rest, okay?”

“Mami, stay with me, please… Don' go”. He begs you crying low and holding your hand as strong as he can.

“You need to rest”. You repeat raising both eyebrows and nodding with your chin one time, caressing his grip with your fingers. “I will talk with your friends for a moment. Ain't going anywhere, mi flaquito. Not without you”.

“I love you, mama. I really do”.

“I love you too, Creep'”. Smirking at your boyfriend, you kiss him again having a little more of caring to not hurt him. “Sleep, flaquito”.

Placing the medical kit over a desk, you leave him closing the door, killing with your eyes the men in front of you.

“I'm hungry, so you better find me some dinner”.

“First, tell us who you are, because he's high enough to confuse himself and believe that he's the fucking Messiah”.

“I'm his girlfriend, pendejo. And you're gonna be a dead man if you don't bring me my fucking dinner”.

El Presidente chuckles rubbing his chin, before nodding, seeing you disappear through the opened door again. Coming back to the bed, you can notice that your boyfriend isn't crying anymore, smiling like an idiot. Sighing you lie down by his side, wrapping his body with both arms, letting him find a comfortable posture under them. You can feel his lips kissing your right forearm somewhat sleepy, purring like a cat. Definitely, he's too high.

“Mami, I love you…” He whispers when you begin to caress his neck with your fingertips. “You are the love of my life…”

“Yeah, you already said it… like a lot of times”. You laugh softly, turning towards you with a soft grimace of pain on his face.

“Love you it's my favorite thing”. He mumbles stunned because of the smile on your lips.

“Mine too, babe. I love you more than anything”.

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[star-whores-a-new-hoe]

One Shot: Bored//Obi Wan X Reader

Summary: y’all it’s just smut inspired by a blurb by the amazing @obitwo

Warnings: smut, ridding, dirty talk, hair pulling, oral, dom/sub if you squint, Reader is a bit of a brat, Unprotected sex. (Don’t be silly, wrap your willy!)

A/n: I KNOW I said I would write more of the Forever Series next but I’m still procrastinating on that and @obitwo wrote a really awesome blurb and now I’m here... hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2K

The evening Coruscant sun shown through the windows of your spacious apartment, casting a soft yellow glow on everything it touched. You laid sprawled out on the bed, ankles crossed, halfheartedly flipping through the pages of a book. You peaked over the top of your novel and stared at Obi Wan who sat across the room working at the desk, his back to you.

You observed with great interest the way the sunlight brought out the highlights in his soft golden hair, how his large strong hands delicately handled the pen in one hand and flipped pages with the other.

Oh the things those hands can do to me! You thought to yourself, remembering the way his rough calloused fingers felt against your skin.

“Darling,” He said, not turning around. “I can feel you watching.” You sighed, placing your book down before swinging your legs off the side of the bed and standing up. You sauntered over to Obi Wan and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“I’m bored.” You murmured into the warm skin of his neck as you placed delicate little kisses down his collar, the coarse hair of his beard scratching your cheeks.

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He said nonchalantly, still concentrating on the task at hand.

You rolled your eyes groaned at his snarky reply. “Obiiiii, pay attention to meeee.” You whined. You just knew in your gut that he was smirking, even though you couldn’t see his expression.

“Why don’t you read a book?” He suggested as you rubbed your hands on his shoulders, tense from hours of work.

“I was reading, I lost interest.”

He pushed his chair back slightly and turned it to face you, his legs spread in that infuriatingly attractive way of his. He gave you a loving look and patted his thigh.

“Why don’t you sit in my lap till I’m done working darling? I’ll be finished soon.”

You sat yourself down, legs straddling his hips and laid your head on his shoulder. “I don’t see how this will cure my boredom.” You complained as he wrapped his free arm around your waist. although you weren’t really that upset. How could you be when you were with Obi Wan?

He hummed in response. “Well maybe sitting with me for a while will teach you some patience then.”

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for about a half hour or so, the only sound being the scribbling of Obi Wan’s pen and the thumping of his heart against your ear. Eventually, you needed to rearrange yourself slightly. You subtlety moved your hips just a hair and in doing so you were able to feel Obi Wan's semi hard cock brush against you through his Jedi robes. You heard his sudden intake of breath and felt his arm around your waist tighten slightly.

Ohhh, you thought to yourself. This is going to be fun!  In an effort to tease him, you rocked your hips into Obi Wan’s hard on. He groaned at the contact and grabbed your waist in both of his large hands to stop your movements.

“Little one, what are you doing?” He said, a warning tone in his voice.

“I’m bored.” You repeated, pouting. “And you work too hard, you deserve a break.” You slid your hands up and down his toned torso, letting your fingers glide over the strong planes of his clothed chest. He put his pen down and  brought his hands up to gently grab your wrists, stopping your wandering hands.

“Well if you want to cure your boredom,” He said as he stroked some hair behind your ear. “Then you’re going to have to work for it.”

His words went straight to your core. You bit your lip and looked into his eyes, his pupils blown dark with lust. You tentatively brought your hands down to undo his robes before pushing them off his shoulders, revealing his bare chest.

Starting at his neck, you trailed light kisses all the way down his torso, occasionally sucking and leaving marks as you went, making him shiver.

Finally, you slid off his lap and onto your knees so that you sat in between his thighs. You shot him a devilish smile as you palmed his hardening dick through his pants. He brought his hand up to cup your cheek as you undid his belt.

You could feel your skin growing hot under his intense stare and an excitement building up at the apex of your thighs. You finally pulled down his pants, freeing his thick, hard cock. You moaned at the sight of it, but as much as you wanted to please him, wanted to tease him first.

running your hands up and down his thighs, you let your fingernails just gently scrape the sensitive skin there, making him hiss in response.

You kissed up each of his thighs slowly and torturously before spitting on your hand and taking hold of his cock. You spread the wetness all over his dick before kissing your way up from the base, slowly pumping him as you went. He moaned at the feeling of your soft hands pleasuring him.

When you reached the top of his cock, you gave his red hot tip a little kiss before leaving a few teasing licks on it. You felt his grip in your hair tighten.

“You can be such a tease!” He groaned. You loved the way his Coruscanti accent sounded as you pleased him, rough and deep.

You smiled as you took his tip in your mouth, slowly sucking on the head, making his hips buck slightly. You placed your hands on his thighs and did your best to hold him still.

After a while of this teasing, you took him all the way into your mouth, using one of your hands to pump the part you couldn’t get, occasionally taking him all the way into your mouth, doing your best not to gag. You bobbed your head up and down on him, relishing in the noises you were dragging out of him.

Suddenly, you were struck by an idea. It was something you’d always wanted to do but had never approached Obi Wan with the thought. Most of the time when there was something you wanted to try in bed with Obi, you would sit down and discuss it beforehand, but in the heat of the moment you pulled yourself off him gasping for air and said.

“Obi, will you fuck my face?”

He looked down at you, eyebrows raised in slight surprise. “Are you sure y/n?” You nodded frantically as you whipped some spit from your bottom lip. He brought his hand down and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “I need to hear you say it little one.”

You looked up at him with nothing but want in your eyes.

“Please fuck my face Obi Wan.” That was all he needed to hear.

He stood up, the chair making a scraping sound on the floor as it was pushed back. You sat up on your knees, mouth open and eager as he used one of his hands to cup the back of your neck while he used the other to position his cock on your tongue. He slowly pushed into your mouth as he moved his other hand to cup your cheek.

You gaged slightly as he slowly thrust in and out of your mouth. You could feel the tip of  his warm cock hitting the back of your throat.

“You feel so good darling.” He said, eyes closed and head thrown back.

You felt tears prick up in the corner of your eyes and you did your best to stay still for him as his thrusts speed up. You loved the pleasant burn in your throat as he fucked your mouth.

“Such a good girl.”

You brought one of your hands down to frantically rub your aching heat through the fabric of your pants. Just when you thought he was nearing his end, He pulled out of your mouth,  leaving you breathless and slightly disappointed.

He read the unvoiced question on your face “If I’m going to come.” He said, sitting back down in the chair. “Then it’s going to be in that sweet little cunt of yours.”

Whimpering, you stood up, your knees slightly sore from the harsh, unforgiving floor. You practically tore the clothes from your body  

Before jumping on his lap. Obi Wan's hands greedily roamed your naked body while he sucked at the soft skin of your neck.

You reached down and grabbed his cock, placing the tip at your soaking entrance.

“Ready?” He asked. You nodded before sinking onto his dick, the two of you moaning in unison as you did. You adored the feeling of his thick cock stretching you out.

You took a minute to let yourself adjust, closing your eyes and steding your breathing. When you looked back up at his face, he was giving you a look, eyebrows raised as if waiting for your next move.

You weren’t sure how, but your skin seemed to grow even hotter at the way he was looking at you, that one eyebrow cocked. Placing your hands on his strong biceps, you lifted yourself off his cock a few inches before slamming back down.

Obi Wan grunted at the feeling of your tight, wet, pussy around him. He watched in awe as you frantically rode his cock,  desperately trying to pleasure yourself. He brought one of his hands to your waist to draw gentle circles there and brought his other hand up to cup your tits, which were bouncing in his face.

“There it is, right there, so good for me.” He groaned, his praises spurring  you on. You watched as he stared down at the place where the two of you were connected, biting his bottom lip. Oh Maker, those lips! You took one of your hands off his arm and cupped his face, bringing your lips to his for a painfully passionate kiss.

You wildly bounced up and down, Obi occasionally bucking his hips up to meet yours.

“O-Obi,” You moaned. “Fuck me!”

He gave you a tender peck on your forehead. “Of course darling.” He said smugly before taking your waist in both his large hands and thrusting you onto him.

The noises coming out of your mouth were nothing but whorish. You loved being used like this, lifted up and down onto Obi Wan’s cock over and over. You trailed one of your hands down to your clit, rubbing it like your life depended on it.

You could feel the searing heat in your core growing and felt your end coming near.

Obi Wan could feel your cunt beginning to pulsate around him. “Are you close, little one?” He asked, continuing to forcefully fuck you onto him. You whined in response. He could feel his end coming close to. “Go ahead then,” he tugged in your hair to make you look up at him in his light blue eyes. “Come for me.”

His words sent you over the edge into a sea of unimaginable pleasure, your body spasming around him as you saw stars. The feeling of you coming around him sent him over the edge as well, his hot cum coating your inner walls. You laid your head on his shoulder once again as the two of you caught your breath, sweaty limbs tangled together.

You moved yourself off his softening cock and felt his seed drip down your thighs.

“We should get you cleaned up darling.” You whimpered and wrapped your arms around his neck tightly.

“In a few minutes.” He chuckled and rubbed your back soothingly.

“So, you’re not bored anymore?”

You smiled to yourself. “Can I tell you a secret?”

He hummed in response. “I'm never really bored when I’m with you.”

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[artificialqueens]

Galactica, Chapter 42 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Hello darlings! The saga continues… Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Last Chapter: Pearl’s eye started to wander and Violet set out on a quest to truly prove herself.

This Chapter: Aiden struggles with envy, Adore learns something extremely disturbing about her girlfriend, and Violet makes a friend in the park.

***

“Oof!” Katya held the sweater she was knitting in front of her face, blocking the view of the TV. “Oh god, that scene gets me every time.”

“I can see why this is one of your favorites.” Violet smiled, her pencil paused on her sketchpad as she watched Nancy’s powertrip, The Craft a surprisingly good film.

They were sitting on the couch in Trixie, Katya and Pearl’s apartment, Katya sending Violet a text if she wanted to come down and watch a movie.

Violet had learned early on that Katya despised people who were on their phones while watching movies, but that crafts were allowed, which was probably also why Katya had asked her specifically since Max was out of town. Pearl, Kim and Shangela were all on the no movies list, while Trixie was apparently walking on ‘thin fucking ice’ as Katya herself had said.

“I was a witch once.” Katya smiled, going back to the pink sweater with purple clouds she was knitting, the size of it making it clear that it was for Trixie. “Who doesn’t like a side of blood magic?”

Violet smiled, shaking her head as she turned her attention halfway back to her sketch, her hand doodling flowers along the lapel of the jacket she was working on.

***

“Kiara?”

Aiden was having a perfectly good day until she came over.

It was a little after lunch, the cafeteria serving the chicken he liked. He’d been working on some sketches, fairly satisfied with his progress so far, the days going by so fast.

He was on track to have almost 10 different looks finished by the end of the day when they had to turn them in, and so he was certain that he’d be getting into the Spring collection.

He had been perfecting a sleeve, when his pleasant thoughts had been rudely interrupted by Violet’s voice, as she approached their station to talk to Kiara.

“Hi,” Violet was holding a black portfolio in her hands, her pink nails tapping on the black vinyl. She was wearing a pair of black high waisted pants, a belt cinching in her waist and a long sleeved silk top. “I was wondering if I could see what you were working on for the Spring prêt-à-porter collection?”

“Sure? Kiara looked surprised, but she still grabbed her own stack of sketches, Kiara one of the few designers that still preferred to do everything by hand. “Why?

“I heard that you’re doing a jacket,” Violet put her portfolio down, “and I’m thinking of doing a jacket, so I just want to make sure we’re not submitting the same thing.”

Of course Violet was thinking of submitting a jacket.

“Scared of the competition Chachki?” Aiden was about to reach for his own sketch, his centerpiece for his spring submissions a jacket as well.

“No?” Violet looked at Aiden, her big brown eyes unblinking. “Why would I be?”

Aiden was about to open his mouth to respond when he realized that there was no point, his hand falling down.

That girl was just so incredibly condescending, and he hated her for it.

“Here we go.” Kiara said, gesturing to her sketches, tapping on the 3 versions of the jacket that she was going to submit.

“Hmm.” Violet peered at them, nodding. “Good. We’re not doing the same at all.”

“I showed you mine. Are you gonna show me yours?” Kiara asked, and Violet giggled, pulling out her own sketches.

“Deal,” she said, flipping open the portfolio.

As curious as he was, Aiden decided not to look, burying his head in his own work, now more determined than ever to get that jacket spot.

***

“Babyyy, pay attention to meeee,” Adore whined, tugging on Pearl’s top, attempting to nuzzle into her neck as they were on the bed. Pearl had invited her over for dinner, but the second they’d finished Katya’s famous twice-baked potatoes and garlic chicken (and several bottles of wine), she’d pulled out her laptop and begun working on content for Galactica’s new website.

Adore had never seen Pearl work after hours before. She was slightly shocked to see her do any real work, to be honest, imagining her position at Galactica to be purely schmoozing with brand reps and taking high-profile selfies at fancy events.

“Sorry, I have to finish this shit tonight.” Pearl finished the last of her wine and pressed a quick kiss to Adore’s forehead before going back to her computer, her fingers flying over the keyboard, Pearl actually typing at a surprisingly impressive speed.

“But…” Adore knew she was being a brat, but really, what was Pearl’s rush to finish something this late anyway? Would anyone even be ready to receive it? “Please-”

“Dore,” Pearl sighed, actually looking down at her. “I need to turn it into the site designers before midnight tonight. I thought I’d have time at work, but there was an influencer emergency and you know how those bitches get.”

Adore didn’t, in fact, know how influencers got, the realization that she knew absolutely nothing about Pearl’s work slowly creeping over her.

“I tried asking for extra time, but Fame said no.” Pearl pressed space, her short nails clacking against the black keys of her Macbook. “And unfortunately, eating her pussy right now for a favor is out of the question.” Pearl huffed. “Believe me. I tried.”

“What?” Adore’s hand froze on Pearl’s waist. “You tried what?”

“Eating her pussy?”

Adore sat up, rocking the bed. “Pearl!”

“What? You know that me and Fame used to hook up. We’ve done it for years.” Pearl turned to her with a curious expression. “They didn’t tell you?” Pearl raised a brow. “Huh.” She bit her lip, going back to her laptop. “I thought for sure they would when they were all freaked out about us getting together.”

“They?” Adore asked, trying to keep her voice from getting shrill.  “Who is they?”

“Fame mostly” Pearl shrugged, “but I thought Bianca would have had something to say.”

“Wait, so...sorry.” Adore squeezed her eyes shut, trying to clear her mind before asking, “You and Fame used to hook up, and Bianca knew about it?”

“I assumed? I don’t know for sure, but why else would your sister hate me?” Pearl paused typing, a cheshire grin on her face. “I’m delightful.”

Adore could feel her heart pounding in her throat.

“And you… You were gonna...you were gonna cheat on me with her?”

“Cheat? Wha - No!” Pearl closed her laptop, putting it to the side before she turned to Adore, shaking her head. “I’m not cheating.”

“It sure as shit sounds like it.”

“We never talked about being exclusive? So I just figured…” Pearl shrugged, and Adore wanted to hit her. “You’re a really cool girl, and I thought you didn’t care about stuff like that.”

“Well…” Adore’s mind raced. She’d been so ready to get angry, throw an absolute fit, but Pearl calling her cool was having the effect of pouring aloe onto inflamed skin. “I mean...I guess that’s true, we never talked about it.”

“It’s 2014. Everyone who’s not an absolute square is open these days,” Pearl continued.

“Is that… I mean, so…” Adore swallowed hard. “So you want an open relationship?”

“I’m not running around town fucking everyone I meet, if that’s what you’re thinking. I just think like… We know how we feel about each other? So why worry about oppressive hetero-normative rules?” Pearl punctuated her question with a charming smile, and Adore could feel herself melting.

“Yeah, that...makes sense.”

“See, this is why you’re the fucking best.” Pearl closed her laptop and kissed Adore gently, cradling her head, and every last ounce of anger dissipated into thin air.

Well...anger at Pearl, anyway. She’d deal with Miss Goddamn Fame and her traitorous sister tomorrow.

“Don’t you need to work?” Adore asked, pressing into Pearl’s embrace.

“I’ll go in early tomorrow,” Pearl said, moving her lips to Adore’s neck.

Adore sighed happily, lavishing the attention, sure that being with Pearl was worth it.

***

Courtney had gotten to the office before 6 am to prepare for the Friday design meeting--organizing the nearly 400 sketches into categories, making scans and copies and mounting the originals on card stock, each one numbered for easy reference. In the end, she had a tabbed binder for each of the attendees with high-quality copies, just barely finishing by the time Miss Fame strolled in at 9:30.

They’d been at it for awhile now, and what had begun as an orderly review with everyone on the same page had devolved into chaos, tension high as people defended their opinions. She stood in the corner of the conference room, feet already aching in her 4-inch heels, trying to follow the rapid-fire conversation, Raja and Trixie bickering about pant length and Pearl tearing out the pages she didn’t like, tossing them to the floor.

“This skirt on 42 is nice, but it looks complicated. How much would it cost to manufacture it?” Pearl passed a sketch to Bendela, who was the head of the tailoring department.

Bendela examined it closely, before proclaiming, “At least $700.”

Pearl pulled it out of her hands, dropping it on the floor with the other rejects. “Bye!”

“Well, hey now…” Alyssa flipped to the same sketch in her own binder. “Maybe it wouldn’t work for the stores, but it’s still good. Could we save it for a potential runway look?”

Pearl rolled her eyes. “Sure, but that’s not what we’re doing today.”

“Why don’t we put it aside and give Jovan some notes for runway?” Trixie suggested.

“That’s literally what I just said,” Alyssa snapped.

“I know, I’m agreeing with you!” Trixie exclaimed, handing her a fresh Red Bull. “Here, have some more gogo juice.”

“I really like this top on 27, but it would have to be a bit shorter to work with the other separates,” Alaska drawled, and Raja nodded, jotting down a note on the corresponding page of her binder.

“Yes, it’s pretty. What do you think, Fame?” asked Raja.

“It would be pretty, if it wasn’t in this disgusting color,” Fame said.

“Non-disgusting color coming right up!” Trixie said cheerfully, scribbling a note on the page.

“Trixie, I do not appreciate your tone.”

“Sorry Miss. You want to see something great? Check out Maxwell’s suit options. Starting on 104. He really outdid himself this year.” Trixie let out a loud chef’s kiss.

“Awww, thanks coach!” Maxwell said.

Courtney shifted, stretching a little, and noticed that Miss Fame had finished her coffee. Relieved for an excuse to move, she slipped from the meeting, grabbing her coat on the way to the elevators. She got Fame’s usual order as quickly as possible, along with her preferred apple cinnamon muffin to have on stand-by in case her blood sugar was having its usual pre-lunch dip, and returned to the 25th floor, shocked at the face that greeted her in the lobby when the elevator doors opened.

“Adore?”

“Courtney! Thank god. This bitch wouldn’t let me into Fame’s office-” Adore gestured towards Roxy, irritated, who gave her an equally dirty look in return, “And I need to talk to her.”

“Well…” Courtney beeped her access card, shooting Roxy an apologetic smile and saying, “Thanks, I got it.”

Once inside, she tossed her coat over her chair and turned back to Adore, who was rattling the doorknob of Fame’s office like a crazy person, pounding on the door.

“Fame? Fame, open up!”

“Adore…” Courtney touched her lightly on the shoulder. “She’s not in there. She’s in a meeting, with like, the whole senior design and marketing teams right now, and-”

“Well, I need to talk to her, right away.” Adore was clearly agitated.

“Are you okay? Can I-”

“No! I’m obviously not okay! I need to talk to her, now-”

“Okay. You wanna wait here until they break for lunch?” Courtney asked. “I can’t really ask her to leave without-”

“No, I want to talk to her. If you don’t want to interrupt, I will. I don’t give a shit about her meeting.” Adore charged forward, and Courtney caught her by the shoulders.

“Wait! Okay, I’ll tell her you’re here and that it’s urgent. Please, just…”

Adore seemed to begrudgingly accept this plan, crossing her arms and sitting on the edge of Courtney’s desk. “Two minutes and then I’m coming in.”

Courtney took a deep breath and made her way towards the conference room, trying not to wring her hands on the way. She was worried for whatever was making Adore so upset, but she also couldn’t help but roll her eyes a little at her demanding attitude. It wasn’t something that reared its head terribly often, but when it did...hoo boy. Spoiled brat Adore was by far the worst version of Adore--petulant, entitled, unyielding. Courtney prayed that she would get through this tantrum without a scene.  

Courtney re-entered the conference room, handing Miss Fame her coffee and then turning to a fresh page in her notebook and scribbling out a note, trying to be as concise as possible.

Adore Delano here. Very upset. Needs to talk. Says it’s urgent.

She underlined “urgent” before showing it to her boss, hoping that she wouldn’t get scolded for her friend’s behavior.

Fame glanced at the note and then stood up, clearing her throat.

“I have to go attend to a family matter,” she announced, “but I’ll be back shortly.” She gestured vaguely to the empty chair beside her seat, indicating that Courtney should stay and take notes.

Courtney quickly sat down, pulling over Miss Fame’s binder.

***

When Miss Fame entered her office suite, Adore was there, pacing around. She looked physically fine, which was a relief, but Fame was still concerned, knowing that Adore wouldn’t come to her, not in the middle of the day like this, unless something terrible had happened.

“Hello darling, what on earth is going on-”

“Don’t fucking darling me!” Adore snapped, catching her off guard, and Fame took a deep breath, opening her door to her office and ushering Adore inside before firmly shutting it. For one thing, it would give them some privacy. And for another, it would make sure that no one passing by saw Adore’s messy hair and booty shorts.

“Is anybody hurt?”

“Fuck you!”

Fame sighed, locking the door. If she was going to screech like a maniac, they may as well have as much soundproofing as possible.

“Now, Adore-” Fame began, but Adore immediately interrupted.

“What the fuck do I have to do for y’all to stop treating me like a fucking child?!” Adore burst out, and Fame couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

“A child? Since I was at your 15th birthday, I don’t think that’s very fair-”

“Don’t change the subject!” Adore shouted, looking genuinely upset, her hand shaking.

“What is the subject, dearheart?” Fame took a step forward, but Adore stepped back. Fame could feel her panic rising, wondering if something was actually wrong with Bianca, if anyone had gotten hurt. “I think we missed a step here-”

“Pearl! Pearl, is the fucking subject!” Adore jabbed a finger against her chest, Fame looking down.

“Adore!” No one had done that to Fame since she was a child, the action incredibly upsetting and weird.

“Specifically,” Adore poked her, “you,” poke “fucking her.” Adore looked up, her eyes filled with anger. “Is that clear enough?”

“Oh.” Fame’s heart sank, the secret apparently out. The last thing she ever wanted was for Adore to get hurt, but here they were. “How did you…” Fame looked over her shoulder, making sure the door was locked, hoping that Courtney was still in the conference room.

“Look at me!”

“How did you find out about this-”

“Pearl told me!”

Fuck.

“She apparently thought that you’d told me already.”

“Good god.” Fame closed her eyes briefly, cursing herself for not being more explicit with Pearl back in September. “She really shouldn’t have done that.”

“She?!” Adore yelled. “Why didn’t you? Why do you all fucking tiptoe around, protect me like I’m a goddamn infant?!”

“Adore-”

“I’m 24 fucking years old! Half of your employees are younger than me, and I know for a fact that you don’t treat them like delicate little babies-”

“Please. Calm down, I don’t-” Fame held up her hands. “Please.”

“I’m not a child.”

“You want the truth? The grown-up truth?”

“Yes!”

“Me not telling you about my…” Fame made a vague gesture, “history with Pearl. That wasn’t to protect you. That was to protect myself.”

“What…” Adore looked momentarily thrown by this, her anger replaced with confusion, and Fame pulled her onto the sofa, taking the opportunity to grasp one of her hands.

“She’s my employee, Adore.” Fame rubbed her thumb over Adore’s hand, gently caressing it. “We may have had an understanding between us, but…” Fame sighed. “Nobody else would--could understand.”

“You mean like your husband?” Adore shot back, face twisting once more into anger. “I can’t believe you would cheat on him, that you would-”

“I would never ‘cheat’ on Patrick. He knows everything. You don’t need to worry about my marriage. But I mean that if my...Interests came out publicly, it would be very damaging to my professional reputation. That’s what I feared.”

“And you didn’t trust me?”

“I don’t trust anybody with things like this, Adore. So instead of telling you, I just...broke things off with her, and made sure she knew how much I love you. That I would be very angry if she mistreated you.”

Adore bit her lip, taking in what Fame had said, her blue eyes misty. “You went behind my back and told my girlfriend to be nice, or she’d be in trouble? Don’t you see how fucked up that is?”

“I’m sorry. It was a bad decision, but it wasn’t because I was trying to baby you. It was...it doesn’t matter. I can see now that I should have told you instead.”

“Yes. But…” Adore sighed. “I guess I understand why you didn’t.”

“I’m glad,” Fame said. “Thank you for that.”

She pulled Adore close, hugging her tightly, trying to show how sorry she was. When Bianca had taken custody of Adore nearly ten years earlier, Fame felt like she shared the responsibility to look out for her.

She knew, of course, that sometimes that meant that she was overprotective, and maybe even patronizing, but she couldn’t help it: Adore would always be a sweet baby to her, someone who had been through hell far too young, who deserved to be a bit spoiled and sheltered.

“There’s one more thing I need to know,” Adore said, still chewing on her lip.

“What is it?”

“Does my sister know?”

Fame took a deep breath, tucking a lock of Adore’s fading purple hair behind her ear. “She does. But she’s the only one. Besides Patrick. And now you. And she promised me, swore on her life, that she’d never tell.”

“Hmm.”

***

“We’ll get the results tomorrow, and it isn’t that I’m like, nervous nervous, I just hope I have done a good enough job-”

Sutan smiled as he listened to Violet chat, the fact that she was actually sharing her honest feelings about Galactica’s prêt-à-porter collection feeling like a big deal.

Sutan had asked Violet out for lunch since he was already in midtown for a meeting, the two of them now walking hand in hand around Central Park, Sutan drinking coffee while Violet was sipping on tea. The air was crisp, Autumn leaves covering the ground, the people of New York taking in the beautiful day.

“Sutan!” Sutan felt a pull on his hand, Violet stopping dead in her tracks. “Sutan, look!”

He turned his head, not even registering what was happening before Violet had shoved her tea and bag into his arms, letting go of him to make a beeline towards a couple that were walking a small dog.

“Excuse me-” Violet cleared her throat, catching the couple’s attention. “Can I pet your dog? Please?”

“Of course!”

The couple smiled, and Sutan watched as Violet crouched down on the ground, quickly taking off her gloves and handing them to Sutan so the pug could sniff her fingers.

“Hey there, hello gorgeous, hi,” Violet smiled, her hand soon running over the puppy’s head, scratching it behind the ears. “That’s it, that’s a good boy.”

Sutan tilted his head. He had never seen Violet interact with a pet before, and somehow, he had assumed that she would be either a pet hater or a cat person, but she looked genuinely happy, and completely in love with the dog.

“What’s his name?”

“Dough. It’s his first trip to Central Park, he’s been looking forward to it all week.”

“Really?” Violet looked up, her smile never wavering as she chatted with the couple about the dog. “Oh Sutan, look how cute he is.”

“He’s very-”

“Who’s a good boy?” Violet grinned, cutting off Sutan as she scratched the pug’s chin. “Who’s a good boy?”

Sutan took a sip of his coffee, hiding a grin as Violet’s bag dug into the crock of his elbow. He had never seen Violet so willingly talk to strangers, had never seen her be so overly excited about anything that wasn’t related to fashion. He took another sip, pocketing Violet’s gloves as he watched her play with the dog, a sense of calm washing over him as Violet made Dough chase his own tail.

#rpdr fanfiction #thedane #veronica #galactica #adore x pearl #vitan #katya zamolodchikova #violet chachki #aiden zhane #adore delano #pearl liaison #courtney act #miss fame #raja gemini #lesbian au #m/f au #fashion au

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Haircut (13th Doctor X Reader)

Prompt: Cutting 13′s hair (requested by MEEEE) 

A/N: I’ve had this prompt for a long time but when I saw the video of Jodie in 13′s costume with long hair I knew I HAD to jump into action so here it is! 

Words: 2.4k 

Warnings: extreme fluff, mentions of cutting hair and scissors I guess? not my gif, thank u to the queen legend for finding one for me

For several days, you’d been noticing the Doctor’s discomfort. It wasn’t extreme, but it was prominent enough for you to ask her: 

“You alright?” She was brushing her hair behind her ear with a scronch of irritation, bottom lip pouting outward slightly. It was the 8th time in 5 minutes that she had repeated the action, a ritual that carried on nearly every hour of every day. 

Her hair was just past her shoulders now, a great difference from her usual chin-length cut. You supposed that the events in Gallifrey and in prison had caused the timelord to let go of herself a little bit, putting aside trivial things like haircuts. But now that things were returning to normal (or, as normal as they could be) she was starting to grow back into herself and you could tell it was bothering her. 

“I’m fine,” She mumbled. The reason why she kept brushing her hair out of her face was because she was bent over a random piece of machinery that she had pulled out of the depths of the TARDIS. Turning the pages of your book when appropriate, you glanced up at her ever so often to check in on her progress. If you didn’t, she would lose herself in that too and would likely forget to eat or sleep for a while. 

Sighing, you returned back to your book, reminding yourself to suggest a hair appointment when the Doctor got done with her current fixation. However, not three minutes later, when she groaned obnoxiously and began smoothing her hair back with the oil she was keeping by her side, you knew you had to intervene. Especially when she reached for the scissors next. 

“Doctor! What the hell are you doing?” She paused, holding a long lock of hair out in front of her so she could peek up at it through her lashes. Her tongue was worked between her teeth and the scissors were a milimeter away from severing the hair from her head without any caution. She pouted and dropped the utensil, letting it clatter to the floor. 

“It keeps getting in the way.” 

“Well… we’ve got a time machine. Why don’t you just take yourself to a salon?” 

“I’m workingggg” She whined. She hunched over the machine for a moment, hugging it tightly. When she noticed the golden locks were falling all over her face again she lurched backward with a groan. “Shouldn’t have let it get this long. Completely ridiculous. Always… tickling my neck, getting in my face, existing.” 

“Doctor, just get a haircut. It’s fine if you don’t want to go to a salon right now, but clearly that's the only thing that’ll fix this. Hell, I’ll do it if you want one so bad.” 

The Doctor, who was pouring more oil into her hands to lather onto her scalp and trap her hair in place, paused, eyebrows raising. “Really?” 

You chuckled slightly, nervously shifting on your feet. When you’d said you would do it, you meant it as a way to encourage her to do something about it. You didn’t expect her to take you up on it. But, despite your lack of expertise and experience, you could feel your walls breaking down at the excitement in the Doctor’s eyes, sparkling and making her smile. 

“Yeah!” You said with forced confidence. “Why not? Just… please put that oil down.” 

The Doctor looked down at her hands and, as if just realizing how ridiculous her actions were, quickly grabbed a dirty paper towel from her giant pile and began wiping the substance off. There were still globs of it in her hair from her previous attempts at subduing it, and you realized the haircut was going to take a lot more effort than you thought. 

++++++++++++

While you waited for the Doctor to come in to the bathroom, you folded up a towel, setting it on the edge of the tub that you’d managed to find in one of the TARDIS’ many rooms. First and foremost, you had to wash the oil out of her hair and clean things up before you snipped it to her desired length. She was taking ages, so you pulled out your phone and started watching youtube videos on haircutting. The TARDIS, friendly and helpful as it was, began printing out tutorial papers from a newly created printer on the bathroom counter. 

“Printer in the loo? That’s new” The Doctor mumbled. You looked over to acknowledge her, heart briefly ceasing. She had shed her long coat and thick jumper, instead wearing a well fitting tank top. Not only was it unexpected, as the Doctor had never worn something such as it before, but it caught you off guard because she looked so good in it. She grabbed up the papers from the printer, smiling. 

“I figured you hadn’t done this before,” your cheeks warmed and you offered her a sheepish smile as she lowered herself to the floor, carefully setting her neck against the towel you’d prepared for her. When she saw your nervousness she smiled, handing you the shampoo she always used. “It’s alright. More fun that way!” 

“Yeah, I suppose.” The TARDIS dropped the shower head for you, and you picked it up, making sure the water was warm by letting it run against your palm. The Doctor let her eyes fall shut and for a moment you were distracted, watching her peacefully rest and wait for you to act. When steam started to rise and set against the walls of the shower you brought the water towards her hair, letting it wet the ends first before running it against her scalp. 

She sighed, relaxing as the warm water cascaded across her head, some of the oil dripping onto the shower floor with ease. After two minutes, you set the shower head down, letting the TARDIS do the work of turning the water off. Then, you grabbed the Doctor’s shampoo bottle, curiously smelling it. It was a strong vanilla, the intensity nearly knocking you out. You quickly squirted some of the shampoo into your hand, taking a deep breath. So, the Doctor’s hair always smelled strongly of vanilla; It was a fact that you selfishly pocketed for later thinking.

Working the shampoo over your hand for a moment, you watched as the Doctor opened one of her eyes to watch you curiously. When she saw you staring back, it shut tightly, before relaxing as your fingers began to massage the lather into her locks. She sighed again, the lines in her face easing into obscurity as you carried out the task of removing the oil out of her hair. 

It took roughly 3 washes before every trace of it was eliminated, not that you or the Doctor were complaining. The time lord seemed perfectly happy to let you take care of her in such a way, and you were even more pleased to have the opportunity to do so. Finally, you gave her one last rinse and gently squeezed most of the water out, reaching for another towel so you could wrap it around her head. 

She sat up, then immediately fell backward onto the towel, hissing. “Okay, that hurts. Shouldn’t have sat up so quickly.” 

You laughed as she rubbed at her neck, trying to convince it to function properly after sitting stationary against the hard surface of the tub for so long. She laughed with you, and you began organizing the next materials you needed.  

“Ready?” 

“Don’t even need to ask. The sooner we can fix this mop, the better.” Another laugh broke past your lips and you moved the towel from the edge of the tub so you could sit down. Then, you gestured to her to sit between your legs, reminding yourself that it was for practical purposes only. She accepted the invitation, her back resting against your stomach. 

The butterflies fluttering through your system caused your fingers to slip and you nearly dropped the scissors on the floor. When everything was as it should be you quickly skimmed over the tutorial papers, sectioning off the top part of the Doctor’s hair. In the mirror, she looked a little silly with the clip holding a clump of her hair at the top of her head. The two of you shared a small smile and you clasped a bit of hair between your fingers, holding it up. 

“How many inches do you want taken off?” 

“However many it takes to get it backup to my chin. I like that length. Last time I let it get this long was in my 8th body and even then it didn’t last long. Chin length is good because it can frame your face while also-” 

She paused, staring at the hair that had fallen to the floor. Your eyes widened, gripping the scissors tighter, wondering if she was suddenly regretting what had begun. But then she blinked. 

“Sorry, didn’t realize you’d started. Carry on.” You sighed in relief and she continued on, rambling about her different hair preferences in each body. 

“And then, towards the end of my tenth, it stopped getting spiky so easily! The nerve of the universe, can you believe it?” You shook your head, but you barely absorbed what she’d said. You were intently focused on the hair that you were slowly snipping away, not wanting- not daring to mess up in anyway. She was trusting you with this. Although you knew she wouldn’t care much about a mistake (or notice, given her lackluster grooming habits) there was a high level of responsibility that you carried along with the scissors. 

After ten minutes, you’d managed to trim the bottom section equally so that it lined up perfectly with the height of her chin. She’d stopped rambling 6 minutes in, realizing that the movement of her mouth and her usual animation was making the task harder for you. In the place of talking, she was watching you via the mirror, smiling and winking whenever you caught her eye. 

“Feels loads better already” She commented as you released the clip, sending the top section tumbling downward. It was a little dry by now, so you added some water to keep it damp enough to cut properly. The outcome of the bottom section equipped you with a previously inaccessible confidence, and your hands no longer trembled when you moved to keep cutting. Another 15 minutes past and the floor around the timelord was littered with her discarded hair. You set down the scissors, grabbing a comb so that you could brush out any tangles or stray hairs that had refused to fall to the floor. The Doctor was grinning, and the second the comb left the surface of her scalp she was running her fingers across it, embracing her familiar look. 

“Brilliant!” She gasped. Watching her jump up and look closer in the mirror, pulling at her hair and examining it, pride washed over you. Nothing felt better than a job well done. Admittedly, you were sad it was over; you wanted to keep tending to her hair, or at the very least, remain as close to her as you had during the process.  Eyes roaming over the counter-top, an idea popped into your head. 

“We still have to dry it and everything, unless you want to wait?” The Doctor nodded and grabbed the device, setting it in your hands gently and returning to her spot between your legs, crossing her legs and hands fiddling excitedly. You smiled. Now that her hair was back to it’s less irritating style, you could tell that she was buzzing with the urge to return to her work. 

You grabbed a brush and held it in your left hand, pulling it through her hair and aiming the warm blasts of air from the hair dryer at the strands, curling the brush when you got to the ends to give it a bit more volume. At some point the TARDIS had brought the Doctor some custard creams, and she munched on them happily as you finished drying her hair. 

She grabbed one from the packet and held it behind her. You accepted it, unplugging the dryer and sighing happily as you ate the tasty treat. The Doctor didn’t move. Instead, she got more comfortable, setting her arms on your thighs so she could relax more. Finished eating the cookie, you found yourself with nothing to do but feel rather embarrassed and giddy, thanking your past self for whatever good karma they’d built up for you to be so blessed in this moment. 

“Y/n?” She asked. You raised a brow, fist clenching slightly. Did she think you were being weird, sitting like this? But she had leaned in to you… “Can you play with my hair for a bit?” 

Oh, yeah, you were definitely cashing out all your good karma somehow. Nodding, you ran your fingers over her part with a ghost-like touch, then spread the fingers out and moved them over her hair until they met at the nape of her neck. She shuddered, pausing her eating for a moment. When you started moving your fingers in slow circles she smiled slightly, and you pondered her expression. It was calm and relaxed, as expected, but there was a hint of relief tying it all together. 

How long had it been since someone had treated her like this? Since someone held her like this? How long had she been silently waiting to ask you- or anyone, really- to be this close to her? Being able to do so no longer felt like just a privilege, but a responsibility you knew you had to take seriously. When the Doctor shifted, you realized your thoughts had caused your fingers to still. You blinked and before you knew it, your arms were wrapped around the Doctor, holding her tightly. 

She gasped, staring at your arms as if to make sure they were real. You hid your face in her neck so that she couldn’t see your nervousness, but you were sure she could feel it in the way your arms were trembling. Her hands pressed against them, holding them tighter to her, as she couldn’t hug you properly in her position. 

“What’s this for?” She whispered, head leaning against yours. 

“Does it have to be for something?” You murmured against her skin. 

“Suppose not…” She replied, with a slight wobble to her voice. “Thank you” 

“Anytime, Doctor.”

#IM SOFT OK #13th doctor x reader #13th doctor #13th doctor imagine #doctor who #jodie whittaker #doctor who imagine

[bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzereh]

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7 mins

It was going to be another peaceful night for you. You had your tea, a diffuser full of lavender oil going in your room, your headphones, and your laptop. All you wanted to do on the weekends was binge Netflix and have a moment to yourself. Since the new semester started, you were up to your elbows with work from all your classes. Being that your freshman year had gone so-so regarding your grades, you were determined to do better for your sophomore year. You had your routine and you stuck to it. Although it put a bit of a dent into your social life, you were convinced that this was for the best. 

What the hell could this year bring you that was new anyway? 

You sipped on your drink and started to slip your headphones over your ear when your roommate Hitch barged in. 

“Hey,” she said as she closed the door behind her. 

Without waiting for your answer, Hitch stripped off all her clothes and started to rummage through her dresser for something new. You learned early on that living with Hitch meant you’d be seeing her nude more times than you wanted. 

She was comfortable and confident with herself, though, and you had to admire that. 

“Another cozy night in?” she teased as she looked over her shoulder. 

“Yes. Another night out?” you countered, making her stick her tongue out at you. 

Your roommate during your freshman year was quiet and kept to herself. Naturally, the two of you got along. But then she transferred and you were reassigned a new roommate for the next year. Although you liked Hitch in your own way, she was different from your old roommate. Hitch was far from quiet, and she couldn’t keep to herself to save her own life. She loved talking to you even when you wanted quiet, and there was nothing more that she liked than being in your business. That was, when she wasn’t going to parties nightly, or bringing different guys and girls back to the room. 

You got so used to seeing scrunchies tied around the doorknob in the middle of the day, that the library almost became your second dorm. 

She at least had the decency to never take them back to the room when you were asleep though. Then again, you were always asleep before she was. 

“God damn it, that’s not the dress I want,” Hitch muttered to herself. 

She tip-toed over to her hamper full of dirty laundry and started to pull through the clothes there. You shook your head as you tried to hold your judgement, but you knew Hitch couldn’t care less. Your gaze wandered back to your laptop and the movie you had loaded up, but you were pulled out of your thoughts again when you heard Hitch yell.  

“YES, PERFECT!” 

Your eyes darted up to see she was holding up the tightest, shortest piece of clothing she owned. While you were sure it was a simple black tube dress, you swore that from far away it looked more like a top. Hitch jumped into the dress as soon as she found it, then sprayed perfume on it. She gave you a wink when she caught your eye, and grabbed her makeup bag so she could sit on your bed with you as she got ready. 

“What movie are you watching tonight?” she asked as she applied some mascara to her lashes. 

Unbothered, you simply looked over at her with a smile, both amused and horrified by how unkempt she looked. Her hair looked matted as if she’d just gotten back from a romp with some random person, and as amusing as it was to you, you couldn’t let her go out like that. 

“Something from Netflix’s top 10,” you sighed, getting up so you could get a hairbrush for her. 

“Thanks, babes. Which gloss?” she beamed at you as she held up two lip glosses that looked a shade or two off from one another. 

You jutted your head towards the pinker one in her left hand, and she praised your decision before pinching your cheeks. 

“You know you’re invited to come with me,” Hitch sang out to you. 

She began applying glue to a strip of lashes, while you brushed her hair out, and you had to admit a tinge of envy bloomed in your stomach. Even though Hitch partied and hooked up with people left and right — she still managed to go to work, keep up with her classes, and maintain a decent GPA. It wasn’t even as if you didn’t go to your fair share of parties. Your freshman year had more than enough. But after almost failing a class and getting the verbal lashing of your life from your parents, you weren’t sure you wanted to go back to that. This wasn’t going to be the year for fun, and you had to be okay with it. 

“Helloooo,” Hitch called your name out. 

“What? I heard you, I just didn’t say anything.”

Hitch pinched her lashes together and started to flutter her lashes at you as she adjusted to the feeling of the fake lashes over her real ones. 

“I know. And I’m telling you that you are invited.” 

Her hands were intertwined with yours now as she gave you a gentle tug towards her chest. 

“Babe. You are young. Hot. Single. Smart. Whatever. You deserve to have some fun sometimes. I’m not saying you have to be like me, but just come out with meeee. For like two hours, and then we can go. Please. I hate thinking about you all alone in this fucking room every weekend. PLEEEEASE.” 

Hitch was full on pouting at this point, bouncing up and down in your bed as she tried to beg you to come out with her. From the look on your face, she could tell that you were musing it over. Your teeth met your bottom lip as you contemplated more about the decision, and she didn’t stop her begging.

“Please. Please. Please. Let loose for once. Relieve some stress with me. You don’t have to stay the whole time, just try. I’ll even do your makeup,” she pleaded. “I think I have a dress you can borrow, too.”

“Is it clean?” you jested, letting go of her hands. 

“Ha, ha. Very funny,” she rolled her eyes at you. “Wait. Is that a yes?!” 

A sigh left your lips and you glanced at her for a second too long. Truthfully, you were stressed. It sounded appealing. The nights when Hitch would come in and out of the dorm made you envious sometimes. Although you weren’t the biggest partier, you still enjoyed them from time to time. 

Kind of. 

Your yes was quiet, but Hitch tackled you with a hug before you even got the full word out. 

“For real, you’re coming? Tell me you’re not joking!” she cheered your name and poked your chest repeatedly out of excitement. 

“Yes, Hitch. I’m serious - get off, I can’t breathe,” you muffled into her bony shoulder. 

She popped off you and clapped her hands together, but you held a hand up to her before she could say any more. 

“I can do my own makeup, though. And I have my own clothes,” you laughed. 

“FUCK YES!!” Hitch screamed. She then started to dance around the room while she tapped on her phone, completely giddy like a schoolgirl over the fact that you would be joining her for the night. 

Grabbing your shower caddy from your bedside, you merely shook your head at her in laughter and ran off to the shared bathrooms so you could at least get clean before arriving. 

The party Hitch wanted to take you to was at one of the frat houses on campus, supposedly known for throwing some of the best parties at your university. You had remembered hearing stories about the Ekato Tessera chapter, but you never had a chance to go to any of their parties before. The house itself wasn’t too far away from where your dormitory building was, so you and Hitch chose to walk the short distance. 

You briefly cursed yourself as the cold wind brushed against your bare legs. While you didn’t wear a dress as short as Hitch, you still chose one of your most flattering dresses. When you had finished with your hair and make up, Hitch wolf-whistled at you, making off-color compliments about how pretty you looked. She joked that you were going to steal all the guys from her, and that there’d better be girls there for her to make up for that.

You couldn’t lie — it did boost your confidence. While you were no blushing virgin, it had been a while since you had gotten laid. The last time was with some random guy you had English Composition with, and it was nothing but disappointment. A few strokes with no attempts to touch your clit, and he was done. 

You swore off casual hook-ups since then. 

As the two of you got closer to the house, you could see swaths of people entering the door. The house was booming with music, and a few people were already passed out on the front lawn next to a few keg barrels. Some of the rowdier frat boys started to whistle as more girls passed the door, and sensing your discomfort, Hitch grabbed your arm and stood in front of you protectively while she led you inside the house. 

“Don’t mind them,” she muttered, turning her head to you and keeping her grip on you the entire time. “They’re just freshmen or idiot pledge-wannabes.” 

You laughed at the mere idea of Greek life, and thanked your lucky stars for a friend like Hitch in that moment. Although she intruded on you more than you liked, you couldn’t deny that she had a good heart and at least cared about you. 

When you entered the interior of the house, you could see people dancing in one room, drinking, making out, grinding against each other, and packed back to back like sardines. Sensing your mild discomfort again at the sheer size of the party, Hitch moved to hook her arm around yours and leaned in. 

“Don’t worry, these aren’t the people we’re partying with. Luckily for us, I know the president. He doesn’t even bother being up here half the time,” she frowned as the two of you walked past a couple who looked like they were trying to swallow each other’s faces.

A few more passes between crowds of people, and Hitch finally led you to a space in the back of the house that was closed off for entrance. Standing outside the door was a big, braulic blonde guy who looked like he could crush someone’s head with one hand. Hitch gave you a sly wink as the two of you got closer, and unlooped her arm from yours. 

“Hey Reiner, tell Jean I’m here. I brought a friend, too. Hope that’s okay,” Hitch tilted her shoulders towards him, letting her fingers dance across his bicep all while she spoke. 

You couldn’t even hold in your laugh, especially because the guy called Reiner folded for her so easily and the stern look on his face faded away. He unclipped the walkie talkie hanging from his belt loop and phoned in for Jean, whoever that was. 

“President,” Hitch whispered in your ear, reading your mind. 

“Of course,” you giggled. 

“What? We hooked up once or twice,” she shrugged. “It was good, too. Obviously trying to get some again tonight. Oh my god, I have to tell you about this one time when he ate my -” 

“You girls can head in,” Reiner said, interrupting Hitch and jerking his head toward the door. 

The two of you stepped past him and you could see stairs leading down to what looked like the basement. Hitch led you down the entire time, refusing to let go of your hand out of support.

If you thought the upstairs of the frat house was huge, you underestimated how big the rest of the house was. The basement was just as spacious, with a living room, its own individual kitchen, what looked like two bathrooms, and a few closed doors you assumed to be bedrooms. The music down here was a lot softer and chill, a mix of R&B and alternative. Not to mention there were way less people. It seemed as if this space was reserved for those higher up in the fraternity hierarchy and their friends.  

“President and VP live down here,” Hitch giggled, reading your mind. 

“Let me guess, you’ve been fortunate enough to hook up with the VP, too?” you asked, turning to her with a smile. 

“What?! No. He’s a fuckboy, I would never. And if you’re smart, you wouldn’t either,” she warned, her face turning rather serious. 

 “Well at least let me know who -” 

“Hitch! Glad you made it,” a voice called out. 

The two of you turned to see a tall, sandy-haired boy approaching and you assumed it had to be Jean from the overly friendly embrace they gave each other. 

“Jean, this is my roommate,” Hitch introduced you by your name and ushered you closer. 

“Hey. Hope you’re enjoying yourself so far,” he said with a kind smile. “Sorry for whatever you may have seen upstairs. It’s my job to be the professional babysitter for seventy idiots and I’m off on the weekends.” 

Jean said this with his hands on his hip like an annoyed mom, and neither you nor Hitch could suppress your laughter. 

“It’s fine, Jean. Thanks for having me,” you grinned. 

“Sure. Any friend of Hitch is a friend of mine. If you girls want drinks, that’s your guy,” he said, gesturing to a short, semi-bald kid in the corner who was mixing at least four different bottles of liquor together with soda. 

All of you grimaced at the sight, and Jean shook his head in disbelief and disgust. 

Was he mixing clear liquors with dark ones?! 

“Or...there’s drinks in the fridge if you want to head to the kitchen,” Jean finished, reading everyone’s mind. 

“Thank you,” you breathed out in relief. 

“Yeah, of course,” Jean said, the annoyance still clear on his face. 

You could tell he almost had half a mind to walk over to Connie to stop him, but Hitch interrupted him before he could as she whispered into his ear, and Jean relaxed in her touch. 

“Babe, we’re going to...step away for a moment. Will you be okay?” Hitch asked as she stood in front of him.

She started to bug her eyes out at you and mouthed “please”, and you laughed and nodded. 

Who were you to cock-block her?

“I’ll be fine. Go. See you later.” 

“Okay, love you!” she giggled before walking away with Jean. 

The two of them left to go to his room, no doubt, and you had to admit they were a very cute couple. Even though she left you alone at the party with no one to talk to, you were more than capable of being at a party by yourself.  

Even if you hated it. 

With your roommate out of sight, you decided to make your way to the kitchen to find some food and drinks. The basement could’ve passed off as its own separate apartment, and you grew envious the more you explored it. When you finally made your way to the kitchen, you saw that no one was in there, shy of one girl who was pouring a bag of pretzels into a bowl for herself. On the kitchen counter were bags of chips, water, and other snacks. You smiled and made your way past her, and there you were — alone for just a second. 

Really, just a second. 

By the time you found a drink you didn’t hate from the fridge and had a bag of chips in your hands, you heard someone scrambling into the kitchen. You tried to turn your back to them so you wouldn’t be forced into a conversation you didn’t want, and you prayed that whoever was coming in wouldn’t be much of a “talker”.  bc

All you wanted was a moment of peace to finish your drink, and eat your chips.

“Eren, grab me a water,” you heard a voice say. 

“No, Connie - get it yourself. What the fuck do I look like?” the other voice replied. “Annoying as shit,” the voice continued to mutter as they got closer to the kitchen. 

Whoever it was that entered made their way into the kitchen without acknowledging you, but their mood quickly changed once they got to where you were standing. 

Please don’t talk to me, you thought. 

“Oh. Hey,” the voice said. 

Just your luck. 

You turned to your side to see who it was, and you could safely say you had never seen him before. Clad in nothing but simple black sweats, sneakers, and a white t-shirt — you could tell the guy next to you clearly didn’t give a shit about impressing anyone at the party. He had his brown hair tied back in a messy, loose bun further indicating to you how little he cared about his appearance. And you couldn’t miss his bright, teal-green eyes which were looking down at your bare legs without any shame. They were half-lidded and a little red, and you could smell the faintest whiff of weed when he came close. When you met his gaze, he gave you a cheeky, boyish grin.    

“Never seen you before. I’m Eren.” 

You turned to face him and gave him your name, which he repeated about three times before giving you another smile. Oddly sweet for a frat boy, you thought.

“Nice to meet you. So,” Eren started to climb up to the counters so he could sit on it while he talked to you. He was so close to you, his thigh was practically touching your arm. “Why haven’t I seen you around? You new?” 

“No, I’ve just never been to one of these parties before,” you shrugged, popping a chip into your mouth. 

“Ohhh. Not much of a partier? Makes sense. You don’t look like one,” he tilted his head trying to study you. 

What the fuck was he on about? You had your fair share of parties. You went to a ton last year. Sure, none of them were like this but who the fuck was this guy to judge you about anything anyway?

“I didn’t say that,” you said defensively, stepping back.  

“Chill out,” Eren laughed. “It’s not a bad thing. If that’s not you, then it’s not you.” 

You recoiled another step back from him, annoyed by how he was trying to analyze you despite having just met you. Eren was so...weird. How  could someone be so charming one moment then obnoxious the next? 

“I said I’ve never been to one of these parties, not that I don’t party at all.” 

“Really? I wonder if we’ve ever met at other parties and you just didn’t know,” Eren challenged. “I think I would’ve remembered someone like you. I mean, these aren’t the only ones I go to. Did you go to Floch’s party last week?” 

You had to roll your eyes. Was this boy always so annoying? Did he always talk this fucking much? You were about to open your mouth to reply but Eren    stole one of your chips before you could and let out a laugh. When he tossed his head back to do so, you could see the faintest sliver of silver on his tongue indicating to you that he had a tongue ring, which was unexpected yet oddly fitting for him. 

“I’ll take that as a no,” he said with a mouthful of food.

“Are you always like this?” you snapped. Eren reached out for your chips again, but you held it out of his grasp. 

“Always like what?” he asked innocently, furrowing his brows at you and tilting his head again.

“Annoying.” 

“Damn. It’s like that?” Eren held his hand to his chest as if he were wounded by your comment. 

You were about to respond but got cut off when someone called out for Eren again. You weren’t sure if you were grateful for that or not. 

“I’ll be right there,” Eren shouted back. He hopped off the counter and stretched his arm out over you for another chip, giving you the widest grin while you glared at him. Eren continued to chew the food he had stolen from you loudly (and on purpose), then reached behind your waist to grab two water bottles. He was uncomfortably close yet still distant. Almost like he was respecting your space but testing the waters with you all at the same time. 

“Well, partier or not - it’s nice to see you here,” he said, giving you a smile once your name left his lips. 

With that, he left you alone in the kitchen. 

And there it was again. 

That weird charm he oozed, without meaning to. The moment he said your name with sincerity and a smile, he reminded you of a boy-next-door. The kind you’d grow up with and crush on for ages. But just seconds ago when he was purposely pushing your buttons and trying to get you to admit that you actually weren’t a huge party-goer, he reminded you of the jocks that used to prowl around your high school. The idiotic kinds who’d crush soda cans against their heads just to prove that they could. 

You weren’t sure how you felt about him, but he was...interesting. 

That was for sure.

“Yo,” a voice called into the kitchen. 

You recognized him as the bartender who Jean introduced you to earlier when he stepped in. 

“We’re about to play 7 minutes in heaven, wanna join?”

You suppressed an eye roll. Were we all in high school? 

“It’s either that or strip poker, and I see these guys naked all the time without wanting to. Take your pick,” he shrugged as he read the look on your face. 

You sighed and slapped your hand to your head, and tossed your nearly empty chip bag into a nearby wastebasket. You were here to relieve stress. So what if that meant getting a little tipsy and making out with a stranger? Walking to the fridge now, you grabbed another one of the hard lemonades tucked away in the back and popped the cap off so you could take a sip. While you drank, you pulled your phone out to check for any messages, and saw that you had one from Hitch. 

It simply said, “Busy....getting busy. XO.” 

Seemed like you had no choice but to hang around for a little while anyway. 

When you made your way out to the living room, everyone was either sitting on the floor with their drinks or sitting on the couches. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted Eren making his way over to the couch so he could lay his head down onto some random girl’s lap. And while she playfully protested at first, all he had to do was give her that sweet grin of his and she acquiesced with no real fight. 

He really was a charming bastard, wasn’t he? 

You found a cozy spot near the corner by the girl who you saw in the kitchen earlier. She was sitting on a loveseat with the bowl of pretzels between her lap, and as soon as you sat down, she offered you some and introduced herself. You introduced yourself back to her and politely declined in favor of your drink, but you appreciated it nonetheless. 

Connie seemed to be in charge of the game, and he read out the rules to everyone — half of whom weren’t even paying attention. If they weren’t on their phones, their eyes were glued to the television screen, which was playing a movie ripped from the theaters. 

But the rules were simple enough. 

Everyone had to write down their names and place it into a bucket. Connie would randomly draw out two papers, and whoever he picked, had to go into the closet for seven whole minutes to either make out, fuck, or do whatever they wanted to. The only rule was they had to be in there for the entire seven minutes. 

It was more entertaining than you thought it would be. As the night went on, girls went in with guys, guys with guys, girls with girls, and so on and so forth. Cheers and claps were given to every person brave enough to exit and enter, but it was nothing too rowdy, surprisingly. You’d hear the occasional moan and a few thumps against the closet door, but no one seemed particularly lewd with anything they did. Everyone just wanted to hang out and do something to pass the time, for the most part. Then again, you supposed if they wanted to fuck, the guys all had their individual rooms for that. 

Why bother doing it in a closet? 

“Alright, next pair’s gonna be...Eren.” 

Eren looked up from his phone, but didn’t pick his head up off the girl’s lap as he waited to hear who else he’d be paired with. You couldn’t lie, you anticipated it, too. You wondered how he’d react or if he’d bother going in anyway. He was kind of unpredictable to you. He was so -

“Hey,” Sasha, the girl who was next to you, elbowed you and said your name. 

“What?”

“Didn’t you hear Connie? You’re paired with Eren, go!” 

You had, in fact, not heard Connie. You were too busy thinking about Eren that it never even registered to you that you’d have no time to do that. When Sasha was able to get your attention, Eren popped up off the couch and sauntered over to the closet with a slight smile on his face. He folded his arms as he waited for you to get there, and you could feel your heart hammering in your chest with every step you took.

Why were you so nervous? 

Eren looked at you out of the corner of his eye once you stood next to him, and both of you waited for Connie to unlock the door. Once he did, you both stepped in and faced Connie and the rest of the people in the room. Connie gave both of you a thumbs up as he did for every other pair, then set the timer on his phone. 

“Alright, kids. Have fun,” he beamed. 

Then the door shut behind you, and you heard the faint ‘click’ of the lock. 

The closet was cramped and tight, leaving you and Eren with barely any room to move. Although there wasn’t any source of light around you, you could still make out his face in the midst of the darkness. He was standing so close to you that you could smell his scent with every inhale you took. The smell of weed had dissipated off his clothes, and all you could smell was a mix of vanilla, musk, and mint. You started to fidget in place as you thought about how attractive he was up close, and Eren seemed to notice your discomfort.

“We don’t actually have to do anything if you don’t want to,” he whispered. 

You could hear the sincerity in his voice, which was such a welcomed change from the way he spoke to you when he first met you in the kitchen. It was soft, and gentle. Even the way he stood in front of you was different. He was leaning off to the side, trying to give you as much space as he could, which was saying a lot considering how small the closet was. The two of you were still close to each other anyway, but he tried. Although you appreciated the gesture, you couldn’t help but count down time in your head. Seven minutes was quickly passing, and you were about to pass up the chance to make out with a hot guy. The more you thought it over, the more appealing it was — just to be touched, even for a little bit. Eren was attractive enough, and he seemed to respect your boundaries, at least in this moment. It was odd, but the shyness that he seemed to exude when the two of you were behind closed doors only made you want him more. 

“It’s okay, actually. I want to…” you murmured back as you moved closer to him so the two of you were chest to chest. 

You wrapped your arms around Eren’s neck cautiously, feeling your pulse quicken the moment he leaned into your embrace. Your lips found Eren’s first as you slotted your mouth against his, and neither of you wasted time offering your tongues to one another as you were both on the same wavelength of acknowledging what little time you had. You admittedly had filthy thoughts about what that tongue ring would feel like, and your fantasies could not surpass the reality of the situation. The mixture of his soft, warm tongue combined with the cold metal made your toes curl, and he hadn’t even touched you. Not really, anyway. You wondered how long it had been for you as you felt your underwear getting slick with arousal, and you could feel your clit pulsating with anticipation just from kissing him. 

Eren pulled you closer to him by placing his hands on your lower back, and the warmth of his large hands made you whine softly. While you should’ve cared about making so much noise, you didn’t. Some hot, cocky bastard was groping you with his talented tongue and hands, and he seemed to want you as much as you wanted him. 

When Eren’s tongue teased your lower lip, and his hands started to travel over the fleshy globes of your ass — you let out a small moan into his mouth. You couldn’t control yourself as you rutted your hips against his front, making him pull away from you. He let out a breathy exhale and just stared at you while you stood there confused. 

“What’s wro -”

“Can I do something?” he interrupted quietly, stepping back from you to try to create some space between the two of you. 

You furrowed your brows in confusion, and Eren tilted his head at you. He started to lower himself down onto his knees, and that was when it clicked. 

Oh.

“Yes or no?” he whispered your name as he inched up to your bare legs. 

You could feel his heated breath fanning across your skin as his nose was face to face with your hips. Internally, you thought of the clock and wondered how much time you had with him because at this point, you didn’t want it to end. You chewed on your lower lip, and gave Eren a nod of consent, and a cocky little grin stretched on his face. Eren placed his hands on both sides of your waist, not missing the way you trembled under his touch, and in that moment — you realized that the obnoxious little shit you’d met in the kitchen was very present with you right then and there.  

Maybe the shy thing was an act. Maybe the cocky bastard never went away. Or worse. Maybe he was both of those things, and you just got to see them all at the same time. 

With a smirk, Eren pushed your skirt up and grinned as he savored the damp spot on your underwear. You wished you wore something cuter and rolled your eyes as you thought of the plain cotton panties you had on. But that thought left you the moment Eren put his mouth over your clothed sex and started to lick. You could feel a protrusion from where his tongue ring was, and immediately threw your head back at the new, foreign sensation. It was far from unwelcomed. Somehow the barrier made you even slicker with desire, and Eren could taste every bit of it as he teased you through your underwear with his mouth. When your hands reached out to grab his hair, he let out a breathy laugh. 

“Hang on,” he muttered softly. “I got you.” 

You flushed over how eager you were, but Eren didn’t seem to mind. He was surprisingly gentle with the way he pulled your underwear off, making sure to trail his fingers down the sides of your thighs with a tender touch. But that faded once he saw your bare, slick cunt right in front of his face and before you knew it — his mouth was back on you — this time, with a fury. 

The unfamiliar feeling of the cold metal ball against your clit made you yank on his hair again, which only encouraged Eren to bring you even closer to his face. It added additional pressure on top of the muscle that was his tongue, and you had never felt so many sensations against your body at once. Eren gripped your hips with a bruising force while he licked and sucked on your clit, burying his nose and mouth deep into your wet folds. 

“Holy fuck,” you gasped out as quietly as you could.

You could feel Eren smirking against your pussy as he licked lazy circles around your clit but before you could ask for more, he hoisted one of your legs up over his shoulder. He thrusted his tongue back into you and nuzzled his nose into your clit, making you squirm under his touch. Eren kept his eyes on you the whole time he ate you out. His hands never wavered from massaging your ass and thighs, and he kept pushing you closer and closer to his mouth as if he wanted you to be his last fucking meal. “Don’t stop” was the soft chant that left your lips the more he suckled and played with your aching bundle  of nerves, and you could feel the fuzzy, dizzy sensation overcoming you as your orgasm approached. When the pit in your stomach unraveled, you almost fell over from the shock as you tried to ride out each wave of pleasure that washed over you. 

Eren smirked into you again as you came down from your high, and moved his mouth off your pussy onto your inner thighs, leaving a trail of wet kisses across you. You were still quivering and breathless by the time Eren stood back up. He was kind enough to pull your underwear back up for you, and when he saw that you were still shaky, he leaned in to give you a gentle kiss. The slick of your juices were still coated on his mouth, and it took everything in you not to moan when you thought of how sinful it all was. As you grinded against his leg, you could feel the tent of his erection against your thigh. You tried to reach down for him, but Eren held your chin with his free hand to force you to look at him and he shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it. We don’t have that much time left anyway, annnd I don’t have a condom on me,” he laughed. 

“Oh, but…” you chewed on your lip in shame as you realized you were the only one who came from this encounter. 

It felt kind of in bad taste. You knew what it felt like to be the one left with no orgasm, you hated the idea of being the kind of person who only took and didn’t give. A timer going off outside signaled to the two of you that time was up, and you could feel a wave of disappointment washing over you as you realized just how short seven minutes was. Eren laughed again at the pouty look you had, and cupped your face in his hands.

“I -” he started to say.

“Eren, get the fuck out of there! Time’s up.” 

“God damn it.”

He rolled his eyes and ignored the pounding on the door, but never took his hands off your face. 

“Are you sure, I mean -” you stammered.

“HEY! GET OUT, LOVEBIRDS!”

“Jesus. Shut the fuck up, Connie!” Eren turned his head and yelled back. 

He rolled his eyes again and leaned in to give you a sweet peck on the corner of your mouth. 

“Eren, I -”

“It’s fine. And honestly?” Eren leaned into your ear. “I just wanted a taste.”

Eren pulled away with a smile and started to exit the closet. You swore you could see him wiping your remaining juices off his mouth with his thumb and sucking it off as he left you. And while you heard the ooh’s and ahh’s as the door opened slightly, you ignored that over the sound of your heart beating in your ear. 

Never in your life did you think 7 minutes in heaven would lead to something like that

lol chapter 2

It had been a week since your encounter with Eren, and you still couldn’t get him off your mind. When Hitch would leave for class and you had the afternoon alone in the dorm, you’d often find your hands traveling down past your leggings, and you would be lost in thought. You thought about Eren’s warm mouth against your core, his silky hair, the cool metal of his tongue ring against your flesh, and the tender way he kissed you as if you were more than a one-time thing. 

You had more of those mornings than you were proud to admit, and today was another one of them. 

While you had no problem bringing yourself to pleasure either, it wasn’t the same kind of relief. Not the same relief that Eren gave you. Maybe it was the freedom in letting go of your inhibitions. Maybe it was the secrecy of orgasming behind closed doors with a handsome stranger while people gathered outside, no doubt fully aware of what the two of you were up to. The thought of voyeurism never even appealed to you until you had that moment with Eren. It felt salacious to even think about in your day-to-day. Then again, you couldn’t say you’d ever done anything like that before in your life, and a part of you was convinced that was the appeal.

Maybe that was why you couldn’t get Eren Yeager off your mind.

Sighing to yourself with a pleased but exhausted exhale, you removed your hands from your pants and reached for a tissue from your nightstand. As you cleaned yourself up, you decided to give yourself a pep talk. 

You were not about to be hung up over a guy after one encounter. 

The day was still early, you had shit to do, and most importantly, you had to focus on school. 

That was your priority.

Not some guy. 

Seeing that you had finished all of your classes early for the day, you figured that you could get some studying and work done in the library. You were going to have the entire day to yourself anyway, as Hitch texted you earlier to let you know she’d be with Jean for the weekend. There was no sense in being cooped up in your dorm any longer than you already had been, thinking about stuff that didn’t hold any weight over your life. 

Whatever happened with Eren was fun, but you reassured yourself that it was only a (wondrous) one-time thing. 

You hadn’t even seen him after the party even though your eyes shamelessly looked for him everywhere. It seemed like he barely existed on campus shy of the frat house. 

Perhaps it was all for the best anyway.

At least that’s what you told yourself out of comfort. 

After all, what were the odds that you were ever going to see him again? 

You had been tucked away in the library for what felt like hours now. When you walked in, you quickly found the quietest spot you could, lucking out with a snug little alcove towards the back. It was the ideal studying spot, and you were lucky enough to have a view of the outside. 

There was hardly anyone on campus, being that it was a Friday, and it was pouring rain outside. The rain was strong enough that deep puddles began to form where the campus grounds had natural dips, and you watched in amusement as students jumped into them like kids. 

You always loved the rain. 

That was why you went sans headphones today, as the pitter-patters of the rain slapping against the window was the perfect soundtrack for studying and focusing. This was more you than a party, and you had to admit, it felt nice to be back in your natural milieu. 

Nothing could tear you away from the peace and quiet of -

“Hey, party animal,” you heard a familiar voice say. 

Well, except for that. 

That could definitely tear you away from...anything, if you were being honest. 

When you looked up from your lap, you saw Eren waving at you with a smile. He was wearing a gray hoodie with jeans and sneakers today, with his hair tied back in his usual messy bun. His attire and hair were both drenched with rain water, and it was almost unfair how cute he still looked despite that. 

What were the odds? 

“Um, hi,” you waved back, making Eren’s face stretch into a sweet grin. 

He strutted over to you with a confident swagger in his steps, then plopped right next to you. When he sat down next to you against the wall, he shook the water out of his hair like a dog coming into the house after going out into the rain, which made you giggle. 

“What’s up?” he asked with a cocky smile as he watched the way your eyes lingered on his face. 

The question admittedly threw you off, as it was the last thing you expected him to say to you. 

After days of not seeing each other, Eren was going to act as if he wasn’t buried between your legs a week ago and attempt to have… a normal conversation with you? 

Shaking your head, you tilted your head to the side to meet his stare and paused.

“Not much. I was just studying…” you started to trail off quietly as you watched the smile on Eren’s face stretch wide. 

In that moment, you realized why he addressed you as “party animal” instead of your name at first. At the party, you defended that you did go to parties when you initially met him. But here you were, studying in the library, on a damn Friday night. 

Damn him. 

A small laugh left Eren’s lips when he realized you caught on, but he quickly pulled himself back together. In an instant, he scooched closer to you, so much so that his thigh was about a centimeter away from yours. When you didn’t push him away or indicate that you were uncomfortable, Eren then leaned over your shoulder to look at the book in your lap. 

You could feel his breath close to your cheeks, making you warm all over, but he was still never too close for comfort. He always seemed to toe the line of being close enough, but never crossing the line exactly. Not unless you wanted him to. You appreciated that, and that was putting it lightly. 

As he studied your book with intent, you noticed that his breath smelled like mints as if he’d tossed an entire tin of it away into his mouth before coming here. You shuddered as you remembered the way his tongue felt cool and sweet in your mouth...the way he smelled and tasted like mint then…and you silently prayed that Eren didn’t notice the way you squeezed your thighs together. 

It seemed as if he didn’t, because he began reading lines aloud from your Public Health Ethics book, not even bothering to lower the volume in his voice. This got the attention of the librarian, who glared at the two of you from above the small book cart she was organizing, but Eren wasn’t fazed. When he did catch her eye, he continued to read from your book and gave her a little wave before smiling at you again, making you laugh. 

What a dork. 

You tucked some hair behind your ear and watched as Eren read your book with his tongue caught behind his teeth, almost as if he were trying to concentrate as hard as he could, even though you were sure he didn’t know what he was reading. 

How could one person be so adorable?

When the librarian shushed at you and Eren again, you gave her an apologetic wave, then met Eren’s gaze again once he was finished. His eyes darted to the librarian once more, and he shook his head and laughed when she stormed off with a huff.

“Uh...I have no idea what I just read. What’s this for?” 

There was genuine curiosity written all over his face, and his eyes gleamed bright as he stared at you in wait. You noticed that they lacked the redness they had when you first met, and you had to admit that a clearer, bright-eyed Eren was even more attractive than one who was high. 

Not that you minded either one. 

“Ethics in public health,” you said, smiling over his excitement. 

“Cool. Is that your major?” he asked, tilting his head to the side. 

“Yes, it is,” you laughed, still unsure of where this conversation was headed. 

“What do you like -” 

“Yo, Yeager-meister!” 

The sudden interruption prompted the two of you to look up, only to see a red-headed boy standing before you. 

“Hey Floch,” Eren replied back, lifting up two fingers to greet him in a half-hearted manner. 

“Are you coming to my party tonight?” 

You watched in amusement as Eren and his friend spoke but not because of their conversation. You were mostly amused because of the librarian who was lurking in the corner behind Floch. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you that she rounded the corner once more to spy on your section, especially because neither Eren nor Floch cared to lower their voices. You giggled as you watched her anger bubble over, and mentally calculated when she’d lose her temper and come over again. 

“Yeah, man. You missed it, it was cool though. I’m serious, you should come to the one tonight. It’s gonna be even crazier,” you heard Floch say as you came back from tuning him out. 

“Eh...I might skip this one, actually,” Eren shrugged. 

“Why, you busy?” 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Eren’s eyes flicker over to you, then back to his friend, but he didn’t respond. The warmth that spread over your body met more than just your cheeks this time, but you said nothing and tried to hold in the smile that wanted to make an appearance on your face. Taking Eren’s silence as an answer, Floch shrugged and continued to talk. 

“Either way, it’s cool, just text me if you decide to drop by, man,” Floch finished with a wave. 

“Yeah, man. I will. See ya.” 

With that, Floch left, and Eren turned to you. You shook your head, then pointed to the angry librarian across from the two of you in the hopes that Eren would actually try to lower his voice when he spoke to you again. Dropping his head close to your shoulder again, Eren let out a soft laugh. He refused to look at the librarian, and chose to look at you instead. When he met your gaze, he scrunched up his eyebrows in an adorable manner, making you giggle. 

“Sorry about that,” he actually whispered. 

“Don’t be. I didn’t know you were staying in on Friday. That’s unlike you,” you jested quietly, poking his firm bicep with your index finger. 

“I know how to stay inside sometimes,” Eren shrugged, not giving into your teasing. “I mean, I was indoors when I met you. Doesn’t that count?”

You rolled your eyes over his cheeky, idiotic joke which prompted him to laugh to himself again. There was something oddly charming about the way he carried himself, that you found yourself comfortable in his presence. From his dorky jokes, to his self-assured swagger mixed with his strange sense of self-awareness — there was no denying that Eren was a charmer. 

The more you studied him and his mannerisms, the more you realized that you liked it. 

And if you had to be honest with yourself, you had to say that you liked it a lot. 

“What are you doing in the library anyway?” you asked, leaning your head to the side. 

“Had to get a book,” he shrugged. 

“So where is -”

Before you could finish your sentence, you heard another voice greeting Eren. When you looked up, you recognized it to be the girl from the party — the one whose lap Eren was lying on moments before your shared seven minutes together.

“Hey Christa, what’s up?” Eren greeted kindly. 

“Not much, just heading to work but I had to return a book. Are you going to Floch’s party tonight?” Christa asked with anticipation in her voice. 

Once again, you tuned out the conversation to observe your surroundings; only this time, you focused on everyone behind Christa. While they spoke with each other, you noted that a lot of the people who were coming and going from the library all took a moment to say hi to Eren. 

It was odd, seeing how popular he was. But then again, you figured he had to have been from around the area along with most of the people who attended your college. You learned early on in your freshman year that more than half of students at Shinganshina University also all went to the same high school together, which wasn’t even thirty minutes away from the campus. Briefly, you wondered if Eren was just like this when he was in high school, too, then focused your attention back to the conversation before you. 

“Alright, Eren. Let me know if you decide to drop by. Bye!” you heard Christa chirp. 

When she left, she waved goodbye to the both of you and Eren gave you a shy grin again as he readied himself to apologize to you once more for the constant interruptions. Before he could even try to do that , the two of you heard kitten heels stomping across the carpeted floor, forcing you to look up again. 

“Oh...hey, Ms. Reeves,” Eren gave the librarian a wide grin as she glowered down at the two of you, unimpressed.

“Mr. Yeager. People out here are trying to study. If you want to continue to talk, I suggest going into one of the study rooms with your girlfriend,” the librarian gritted out through pursed lips.  

“Oh I’m not his -” 

“You’re right. Sorry, ma’am. Won’t happen again. Come on, beautiful. Let’s go,” Eren laughed, reaching over to grab your book and bag with urgency.

He slung it over his shoulder before you could protest, then grabbed your hand so he could lead you towards one of the private study rooms. When the two of you walked in, the automatic lights flicked on and Eren set your bag and notebook down gently onto the table, shutting the door behind him with a sigh. He said your name, and scrunched his eyebrows at you again like he did earlier when he was apologizing. 

“I’m really sorry about that. I don’t even remember what we were talking about now,” he ran his hand over the back of his hair. 

You laughed at his sincerity, then pulled out some chairs so you could both sit down. Patting the wooden seat beside you, you signaled to Eren to come over and he did with a smile plastered on his face. 

“We were talking about my major.” 

“Oh, yeah. Public Health, right? Do you like it?” he leaned forward onto the table and put his chin in his hand like an eager little kid, making you giggle at his enthusiasm. 

“I do. A lot actually,” you mirrored his actions, and leaned forward onto the table yourself. 

Eren seemed happy with your answer, as he gave you another grin then grabbed your notebook off the table. 

“Eren, what are you doi-” 

“Tell me all about it. Why do you like it?” Eren continued, ignoring your protests as he pulled a pen from his pocket and began searching for an empty page in your notebook.

You furrowed your brows in confusion as you tried to make sense of what was going on, but Eren roused you away from your own mind with a gentle poke to your thigh. 

“Why did you decide to major in public health?” he asked again as he started to doodle in your notebook, this time covering his work with one hand. 

“Why can’t I see what you’re drawing in my notebook?” you quipped, trying to peek over his shoulder to get a better look.

“Cause it’s a surprise. I’ll let you see if you answer my question,” Eren said, practically giggling to himself as he maneuvered the notebook out of your view.

Sighing, you leaned back in your chair and studied Eren, curious to know what exactly his intentions were. You watched as Eren rocked back and forth in his chair, unable to keep his focus as he drew in the pages of your notebook, and wondered if he was always this energetic about things. 

You blew some hair out of your face, and spoke.  

“I wanted to major in public health because I want to help people,” you answered. 

Eren briefly paused in his doodling so he could shoot you a sweet grin. He seemed genuinely interested in the matter, and it was endearing to you. 

“That’s amazing. How does that work? Sorry, I don’t know anything about public health.” 

“No, no. It’s fine. Umm, how do I explain it? You know how doctors treat illnesses and injuries?” 

“Yeah.”

“Well, public health focuses on prevention instead. We focus on wellness and safety, and try to figure out how we can better society to keep people protected. Like seatbelt laws and stuff? That’s public health.” 

Eren momentarily set his pen down, then turned to you with a sincere, sweet look in his eyes. 

“That’s...really cool. You sound like you love it.” 

“I do! What’s your major?” you asked, trying to lean over his shoulder once more to get a peek, but with no luck. His arm covered up the drawing well enough, and it was honestly useless to even try.  

The longer you leaned over him, the more you could smell his scent. And there it was — the faintest hint of his musky vanilla cologne again. You felt your face warm once more when Eren turned to face you, keeping his face inches away from yours. Always too close for comfort but never more than necessary. His stare darted back and forth between your eyes and lips, and the involuntary lip bite you gave him drove Eren crazier than you knew. But he found his composure quickly, and answered you. 

“Don’t have one,” he leaned in, letting out a soft laugh. “I’m undecided. Not surprising, I know.” 

You laughed lightly, once again intoxicated by the smell of mints emanating from his mouth. It was odd, how the two of you were acting right now. You wondered if he was ever going to bring up the situation again, or if he also saw you as a one-time thing, and was just being friendly right now. 

You chewed on your lower lip, making Eren’s eyes flicker downwards to them once more. 

You had to change the subject. 

“...why does your breath smell so minty, Eren?” you asked, looking back up at him again, trying to shake off the tingle that shot up your spine.  

When you asked him this, Eren tossed his head back, letting out a hearty laugh. He put his pen back in his pocket, then closed your notebook. 

“Oh, yeah. That. I ate a roll of mentos when I was coming down from my high,” Eren ran his hand over the back of his head then stood up to standing. 

A loud giggle left your lips as you imagined a high Eren alone in his bedroom, completely demolishing rolls of mentos, one after the other. He was so odd. 

“Why did you do that, weirdo?” you asked, still giggling as you stood up with him. 

Eren shrugged, then handed you your notebook, which you accepted. 

He stepped closer to you to close the gap between the two of you, then paused as he mulled over his words carefully. 

“...cause I like the taste,” he said lowly, giving you a lazy, knowing grin. “See you around.” 

Eren gave you a small wave, then exited the room, shutting the door with gentle close. 

You were left absolutely dumbfounded. There was no doubt in your mind that Eren was being deliberate with his words, and he was doing a word play on the last thing he said to you after he ate you out, rather than talking about his love for mints. 

Still confused, you flipped through the empty pages of your notebook so you could try to find the page Eren drew in. 

When you got to it, you almost dropped the notebook to the floor out of shock. 

While you waxed and waned about your love for public health, and questioned him about useless things, Eren was busy drawing something much more important in your notebook. You thought he didn’t care to bring up what had happened between the two of you, but you couldn’t have been more wrong. 

It took up the entire page, and Eren took his time to draw it despite it being a doodle — but it was clear as day. 

On a single page, he had written down his number, and he even took his time to design out the words: “Call me

lol chapter 3

Two days had passed, and you still hadn’t reached out to Eren yet.

It wasn’t because you were shy. Hardly. It wasn’t rocket science to figure out that Eren probably wanted to hook up with you again, and you weren’t against the idea by any means. What you couldn’t figure out was what to expect.

Was it supposed to be a one-time thing? Did he want to be friends with benefits? If you agreed to that with him, what should you expect then?

You rolled your eyes at the thoughts, and flopped back onto your bed with a thud.

You had been in bed most of the day being that it was Sunday, but even that wasn’t the reprieve you were hoping for. Sunday’s were never the “relaxing” weekends that people made them out to be, especially not for you. All it meant to you was the wait of another long week. Another long week of classes. More assignments. Tests. Rinse and repeat.

In truth, you needed to relax. Really relax. And a huff of air escaped you the more you thought about it.

You weren’t sure you knew how to loosen up. You weren’t uptight…but you rarely let go of your inhibitions as easily as everyone else around you did. Besides, the last time you did let loose and let go...you ended up in the closet with Eren. And you knew how that was turning out.

Still, you sighed as you thought of him. You could picture him crystal clear in your mind. The way he’d tilt his head to the side when he asked you questions. The intoxicating scent of him. Everything about him.

It was silly, the magnetic pull he had on you.

Shutting your eyes in frustration now, you groaned.

You didn’t need to think about this any more or think about Eren either.

What you needed was a second opinion.

If only Hitch would come back, you thought.

“Hey hey, cutie,” the door opened with an ungraceful thud, making you sit straight up.

“Hitch! I thought you were going to be with Jean all weekend.”

She laughed at this and began to strip all her clothes off, searching for her bathrobe in the process. At the moment, her side of the dorm was nothing but a pile of clothes along with other things, so you were surprised to see her find her clothes with ease. At least she kept it away from your part of the room.

“I picked up a shift at work tonight. Gotta get that money, cutie,” she winked your way, rubbing her fingers together. “What’s up with you though? I haven’t seen you in forever.”

It was true.

Between classes, her working or otherwise not being in the dorm, the last time you actually spent any time with Hitch was when the two of you went to the party together. She stayed the night at the frat house and you returned back to the dorms on your own. In between that, the two of you saw each other here and there. You managed to let it slip that you hooked up with someone, but you never got a chance to tell her more or who it was with. Despite that, she was immensely happy for you. You laughed as you remembered her kissing you on the cheek over the news, proudly claiming, “That’s my girl.” If anyone could give you counsel on this, it was her.

“Not much,” you trailed off, moving aside to make space for her on your bed.

You knew she was inevitably going to lay claim to half the space on there, and when you felt the bed dip, your heart warmed. Admittedly, you missed her. Hitch was the only real friend you felt you had around the college. Everyone else was just a casual classmate who you were friendly with, but you felt that you could at least talk to Hitch about things. Most importantly, she seemed to care about you. Even if you had other people to turn to for advice, you didn’t want anyone’s input but hers.

“Ooooh, what’s on your mind? You’re looking all...pensive,” she giggled, poking at your cheek.

The heaviest sigh left your chest as you released all the tension you had over the last two days.

“You remember that guy I told you I hooked up with? In the closet for -”

“7 minutes in heaven!! Yes,” she squealed in excitement and squeezed your arm. “Oh my God, what happened? Tell me, tell me, tell me.”

“I’m about to, woman!” you laughed. “I ran into him again, and he gave me his number and told me to call him. I mean, I’m pretty sure he wants to hook up with me again...”

Hitch studied you quietly this time, turning her head to the side so she could read the expression on your face. Her silence made you uncomfortable, but when she broke into a big smile, you relaxed.

“Heyyy,” she said softly. “What’s the worst thing that could happen, baby cakes?”

A million things, you thought.

“Besides whatever’s going on inside that head of yours,” she poked your temple, reading your mind. “Look, have some fun. Like last time!”

Hitch gave you a tight hug from the side and messed with your hair.

“Let go like you did at the party. Don’t take it so seriously. Just fuck this guy and look at it for what it is. Don’t worry about what it could be, will be, won’t be — blardy blar. So stressful - ew,” she scrunched up her face at the very thought of being introspective like you, and you giggled.

“You’re right. Thanks, Hitch,” you replied with a smile.

“See how easy that was?” she ruffled the hair on the top of your head with a smirk. “Just use the dorm, I’m going to Jean’s again after work.”

“What’s up with the two of you anyway?” you asked, sitting up as she jumped off your bed.

Hitch shrugged and didn’t bother to look for her own shower caddy, opting to steal the body washes from yours instead. You rolled your eyes but kept quiet. Seeing as she had just helped you out with something that had been on your mind for the last two days, it was the least you could do.

“I like being exclusive with only him right now, but there’s no label. We’re just having fun,” she smiled. “Maybe you should do the same thing with your guy if you’re up for it. I’ll return these later, by the way!” she shouted as she exited the dorm, holding up the caddy for you to see.

It was hard not to suppress a laugh at Hitch and her...overall Hitch-ness. Her encouragement always left you feeling better with your choices, and this was the boost you needed. She was right, too. Just like you had fun with Eren last time, you could keep having fun with him now. It wasn’t anything serious. And you didn’t have to make it serious if you didn’t want to.

You dropped your shoulders down, letting out a long exhale. Then you reached out for your phone. Your eyes glazed over as scrolled through your contacts until you came across the name that had been emblazoned on your mind for the past week and a half now. With your thumb hovering over his name like it had for the past two days, you finally reached a point of “fuck it,” and pressed down.

The dial tone barely rang for more than five seconds before he picked up.

“Uh, hey,” Eren’s voice entered your ears. “I didn’t think you’d call me...what’s up?”

You bit your lower lip at the sound of his voice. It was husky and groggy, like he had just woken up or gotten down from a high, or both. You laughed and shook your head.

“Nothing...do you want to hang out later tonight?”

The sound of him fumbling around was all you could hear, and it sounded like the phone dropped onto his bed with a thump. Then he spoke again.

“Sorry. Dropped my phone. But...uh, yeah sure. We can hang out. What did you wanna do?”

You rolled your eyes, but laughed at how cute he was being. Once again, he was being shy when the prospect of hooking up with you was right in front of his face. It was strange how he perfectly toed the line between being just cocky enough but still self-effacing at the same time. You were sure this was what made him so appealing to you, and probably to everyone else, too.

“Come over to my dorm around 8...I’ll text you,” you stated matter-of-factly with a shrug he couldn’t see.

You hung up on him before he could reply, then immediately texted him where your dormitory building was, and which room you were in. The reply from Eren was immediate as he ‘liked’ your message.

You flopped back onto your bed at his quick response, and sighed in contentment. It was happening. It was really happening.

And 8:00PM couldn’t come any sooner.

When Hitch returned with your stuff, you ran off to the showers so you could prep for the night with Eren. You spent a little more time in there than you normally would’ve. From washing to shaving to lotioning (more than usual) — the whole process took you about an hour. Although you were more forward than you’d usually be when you spoke to him on the phone, the closer the clock got to 8:00, the more nervous you began to feel. Even though this wasn’t your first casual hook-up, you still wanted it to go...well.

Better than your last one did anyway.

When it came time to getting dressed, you chose to go for some comfy lounge wear. No fancy underwear. No bra either. You figured if he was willing to get on his knees for you in a cramped closet, he wouldn’t even care what you had on (or didn’t have on, for that matter).

After throwing on your comfiest and cutest clothes, you glanced down at your phone.

7:48PM.

You had at least twelve minutes to yourself before Eren was supposed to come by. You supposed you could pass the time watching videos on YouTube, but before you could even pull up the app on your phone, you heard a soft knock at the door. Then you heard Eren’s voice on the other side, calling out your name.

He was early.

You let out a sharp exhale, then opened the door.

“Hey,” you smiled as you took in his appearance.

Clad in sweats himself, it seemed as if Eren wanted to keep the occasion as casual as you wanted to. His hair was slightly damp like he had just come from the showers himself, and he chose to tie it back in his usual style. A dreamy sigh left you, and the longer you stared at Eren without saying another word, the bigger his grin grew.

“Can I come in?” he asked, gesturing to your bedroom.

“Oh, yeah. Of course,” you laughed and opened the door wider for him. “Shoes off though, it’s kind of our policy.”

He nodded and toed his sneakers off, leaving them at the door with the rest of yours and Hitch’s shoes. When he fully stepped inside, you closed the door behind you and watched him as he surveyed the room. His eyes traveled to Hitch’s mess then to your cleaner side of the room, and he laughed.

“I’m guessing this is your side of the room. Can I sit?” he pointed to the chair at your computer desk, and you nodded.

Eren pulled out your chair with caution, almost as if he were apprehensive to get too comfortable in your space without your permission. If you weren’t as nervous as he was, you would’ve laughed. But instead, his apprehension put you at ease. It was sweet. But mostly, it was comforting.

You made your way over to your bed and sat down so you could face him, allowing a silence to settle between the two of you before speaking first.

“So,” you said slowly.

“So,” he repeated, grinning. “...what’s up?”

The two of you laughed at this because it was clear what you wanted — what he wanted. But instead of just saying it, you were tip-toeing around the topic around each other like two highschoolers. And as endearing as the awkwardness was at first, now you wanted to get right down to it. So without any further hesitation, you asked the question that had been lingering on your mind for the past few days.

“Why did you want me to call you?”

Eren looked down at the floor upon you asking this, and so did you. You knew why. He was sure you knew why, too. But despite all of that, you wanted to hear it coming straight from him instead of coming up with the supposed answer on your own.

“So...I had fun with you at the party. A lot of fun,” he ran his hand over the back of his head. “I’ve thought about you since then. Then I found you in the library and I dunno…”

“...you wanted to have some more fun again?” you tried to finish for him with a smile.

Your tone was light-hearted, but Eren either didn’t catch on or didn’t want to. His expression turned serious and he stood up from your desk to get closer to your bed, still opting to stand rather than sit. He looked down at you from his position, almost bashfully.

“No. When you put it like that - I. Shit. I don’t wanna pressure you into anything,” he said, looking off into the distance.

You could feel the butterflies blooming in your stomach upon his genuine admission.

You hadn’t expected him to be so...sweet or honest. It was refreshing to hear a guy tell you that, even though both of you knew what this exchange was all about. And you were no blushing virgin. Eren knew what you wanted. You knew what Eren wanted. And hearing him confirm it for you only made you feel more confident in your decision.

This could be exactly what you needed to loosen up. Just like Hitch said, this could be fun. No labels. No pressure. No stress. Just fun.

And if Eren’s tongue was any measure at all, you were sure having sex with him would be a fun experience as a whole.

*

“Sit on the bed, Eren,” you said gently.

Although he scratched at his temple in hesitation, Eren sat down onto the bed slowly. He seemed fine taking direction from you, and the quiet submissiveness he showed you admittedly made you want him more.

“How do you wanna start this?” he laughed softly, giving you more permission to take the reins.

The intense gaze he held for you had so much sincerity in it. That, coupled with the intoxicating smell of his body wash and natural scents made you feel dizzy with desire. The entire experience was already sweeter than you anticipated it being, and that only reaffirmed your decision.

“Sit back against the wall,” you directed, your voice still gentle.

Eren did as you told, moving back against your bed and keeping his legs straight out onto your bed. Once he situated himself against the wall, you slowly moved to straddle your legs over him. You caught the way his breath hitched in his throat when you sat down on him and grinded ever so slightly over his growing bulge.

Eren shook his head at the wicked grin plastered on your face.

“Not fair,” he murmured, leaning closer to your lips.

“I know,” you murmured back against his lips.

Although your lips were touching, neither of you made a move to kiss each other. Instead, you relished in each other’s body warmth for the moment. You were both taking things slow and easy. Eren’s eyes were trained on yours as he waited for your next move, and when your hips involuntarily shifted on their own, he pulled you even closer to him and captured your lips into his own. The sudden shift from Eren ground your pelvic bone across his growing erection, and you whined at the feeling.

Once again, you could feel the cool sensation of Eren’s tongue ring in your mouth. And fuck, how you missed it. Missed him. Or the feeling of him, rather. With every swipe of his tongue across your lower lip, you could feel the arousal pooling between your thighs. You tried to ease your growing desire for him by grinding up against his now fully erect cock, but the more the two of you made out, the harder it was to quell that need.

Your hands found purchase in his hair once he moved down to lick and kiss at the sensitive spot on your neck, but it still wasn’t enough. Although making out was fun, you wanted more. Needed more.

After a week and a half, you no longer wanted to imagine what it was like to fuck him fully.

“Eren,” you gasped when he playfully nibbled on your collarbone.

“Wha?” he muffled against your skin.

“You know what, you ass,” you muttered in frustration, making him laugh.

Eren pulled away from your neck, and leaned back against the wall as he paused to stare at you.

A beat of silence passed, and then he spoke.

“Take your shirt off,” he directed.

The shyness he had earlier had flown out the window, and once again you were met with the same cocky bastard you (shamefully) liked so much. Although you playfully rolled your eyes at the command, you also acquiesced and threw your shirt off without hesitation. His reaction couldn’t have been cuter. You watched in amusement as Eren’s brows tilted up in surprise upon seeing your breasts in full display.

“No bra?” he asked breathlessly, licking his lips and never taking his gaze off of your tits.

“Nope,” you popped the ‘p’ in your reply, and Eren laughed at how confident you were.

You wanted him as much as he wanted you, and he liked it.

He started slow as he leaned in towards your chest, and you could feel your throat getting dry the closer he was. But before you knew it, his mouth was latched onto one nipple while his free hand kneaded your other breast. You shuddered at the sensation of his tongue ring against your nipple, and with every little gasp Eren pulled from you, he felt himself getting harder than he thought possible. You could feel his growing impatience as he grinded his hips along with yours, but despite that, he still took things easy with you.

When he was done playing with your breasts, he popped off you and pulled you in for a rougher kiss this time. You whined against his lips again, and he pulled away to shake his head no. Before you could reprimand him for holding off, you felt his hand slipping down your sweats. Still intent on teasing you, Eren never even made it past your underwear. His index and middle finger pressed firmly against your clothed clit, and you groaned upon contact, thrusting your hips forward to meet his fingers more.

You were about to say his name again to ask for more, but as if reading your mind, Eren cut you off.

“Make yourself cum first,” he whispered, rubbing at the wet spot on top of your underwear.

“Eren, I -”

“Come on, you’re already so wet,” he finished, kissing up your neck. “Please, beautiful?”

His tone was so dulcet and melodic, you found yourself nodding without meaning to. And once you did, Eren wasted no time slipping his fingers past your underwear and into your dripping core. You hissed at the sensation and cried his name out, letting out an extra mewl when his thumb found your clit.

“Come on, pretty girl,” Eren muttered against your lips while he fingered you. “Wanna see you come for me again.”

The praise and urge from him made you bounce up and down on his fingers with more urgency than you intended. The more you bounced, the more praise Eren offered you, nibbling on your earlobes all the while. His thumb never wavered from rubbing your clit, and it wasn’t long before you felt yourself cumming all over his fingers.

You dropped your head down on his shoulder as you came down from the high of your orgasm, and Eren waited patiently for you to catch your breath. When you finally did, he offered you a sweet kiss on the corner of your mouth then gently pulled his fingers out of you. The slick of your arousal was coated all over his fingers, and you admittedly had never seen yourself get so wet.

Not for yourself, and certainly not for someone else.

You would’ve been embarrassed upon seeing it so up close and personal if Eren hadn’t immediately put his fingers inside of his mouth once he pulled them out from you. While you watched with wonder, he pulled his fingers out of his mouth and gave you a cheeky grin.

“What? Did you forget I like the taste?” he joked, leaning in to kiss you again.

“No, weirdo,” you laughed against his mouth, unable to keep your giggles down as he bit your lower lip.

Not forgetting about him, you rubbed your palm over his erection while the two of you gave each other chase, urgent kisses. Eren pulled away and leaned back against the wall, leaving both hands to rest on your sides while you ground down on him. He hissed out a ‘fuck’ when your thumb brushed over what you were sure was the tip of his cock, and you giggled at the damp spot you felt.

“Do you have a condom?” you asked, never stopping your movements.

He nodded and pulled one out from his pockets.

“Move back,” he grit his teeth at the loss of sensation from you and your palm, then tugged his sweats down, making you gulp.

Like you, Eren had gone sans underwear elsewhere, too.

You didn’t bother to wear a bra. He didn’t bother to wear underwear.

You couldn’t help but lick your lips upon seeing his cock freed from its confines. The tip of it oozed with precum, and your eyes glazed over when you counted the number of veins on his cock. You were sure the feeling of him pulsing inside of you would almost be enough to send you over the edge.

Noticing the hungry way in which you watched him, Eren rolled the condom over himself slowly, just to tease you even more. You grinned at the motion then leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. Before you could pull away to remove the rest of your clothes, Eren gripped your chin and pulled you back in for another kiss.

“Let me,” he murmured against your lips.

You shivered when his hands made contact with your waist again, and this time, Eren didn’t bother going easy or slow with you. He made quick work of removing your bottoms and your underwear, throwing it into Hitch’s pile of clothes across the room. Both of you watched as the underwear flung that way, and Eren scrunched his face up with an apologetic expression when you looked back at him.

“My bad...” he laughed.

“You’re an idiot,” you laughed in return, straddling his thighs again.

Although you were sure you could retrieve it later, Eren’s little fumble was the moment of humor the two of you needed. It broke whatever nerves you had around each other, and both of you found yourselves more comfortable around each other than ever before.

You gazed into his eyes and let your hands rest around his neck while his hands found your lower back. His thumbs rubbed quiet circles over your venus dimples for a bit, and when you leaned forward to press your head against his, he grabbed the base of his cock and positioned it against your aching core before sheathing himself inside of you fully.

After having not fucked someone for so long, the feeling of him inside you stung at first. But Eren remained patient with you, letting you adjust as you needed to. But having relaxed enough from Eren fingering you earlier, that didn’t take long. As if waiting for you to make the first move, Eren pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your mouth and whispered your name.

You hadn’t expected this to be as intimate as it was turning out to be, but you were hardly complaining. Most men never gave you permission to take charge in sex, often just choosing to jackhammer into you without regards for your pleasure.

But not Eren.

Your lips found his again as you began to bounce up and down onto his cock, and you moaned with every movement. The position had your clit pressed up against his pelvic bone, and every time you ground down, you could feel your orgasm growing. Every little mewl and moan from you made Eren growl your name out, and it was only when you grew tired that he began to take charge of the situation. When your head dropped down onto his shoulder, Eren began to lift you up and down onto his cock. He thrusted up with every drop, and you could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs as the coil in your stomach began to snap.

“Fuck,” Eren panted out when you tightened around him.

Desperate to get you closer to your release so he could find his own, Eren started to piston up into you with a faster speed, this time rubbing circles over your clit with his free hand. To avoid screaming out his name, you muffled it into his shoulder. You chanted nothing but his name while you spasmed over his cock, and when you felt him twitching and heard him groan lowly, you squeezed around him once more to help milk his orgasm out to the fullest.

“Shiiiit,” Eren whined. “Don’t do that - fuck,” he laughed, making you laugh too.

Although both of you were fairly out of breath by now, you were still able to laugh at the situation. It felt like a pressure valve had been released between both of you, and amazing didn’t even begin to define what that felt like. When your breathing evened out, Eren only pressed his forehead against yours, but he never rushed to pull you off him.

You half expected Eren to immediately remove his condom, get dressed, and leave. But what he did next only continued to surprise you.

With one hand, he reached out to stroke your cheek with his thumb then gave you a smile.

“You okay?”

You bit your lip at the sweet question and nodded.

“I’m fine. I...need to pee though,” you grinned.

He nodded at this and gingerly pulled you off his cock. You weren’t surprised to see how quickly he worked to take the condom off and tie it into a knot, throwing it into your trash can once he did. It was clear Eren had a lot of experience with this, and you weren’t sure how that made you feel. But you didn’t want to think any more about it. Instead you watched as he pulled his sweats up, admiring the small v-line his stomach showed when he lifted his hips up.

Next time, you’d have to take his damn shirt off, you told yourself.

Eren hopped off your bed and headed towards Hitch’s pile of clothes, and no sooner when he did that, did he begin to fish around for your underwear. He gave you a wry grin when he found them, then returned them back to you. Although the air wasn’t awkward around the two of you anymore, there was still an unspoken shyness between the two of you.

You broke the silence first.

“You probably have to go to the bathroom, too, right?”

“Uh, yeah. Probably a good idea,” Eren muttered, scratching at his forehead.

“Okay. It’s down the hall to the -”

“Left,” he finished, growing bashful when your eyes widened over how he completed the sentence for you.

You lifted a brow up at him playfully.

“I’ve, uh, been in your dorm building before,” he replied, suddenly shy.

While you weren’t bothered by that aspect, you weren’t surprised either. You simply let your mouth form an “oh” shape, and watched as he put on his shoes and exited your room without another word.

Although you missed his presence, you didn’t expect a goodbye from him.

You both got what you wanted. And it was amazing.

So with a shrug, you scrambled to find the rest of your clothes and got dressed again so you could make your way to the bathroom. The trip was quick, and you were happy that you weren’t in any lingering pain thanks to Eren’s willingness to let you take the lead. Your first casual hookup was nothing but disappointment, jack hammering, and short strokes. Thankfully, that wasn’t your experience with Eren.

Everything with Eren hit different, and you liked every aspect of it.

After rinsing your hands off, you headed back to your dorm, already feeling the effects of post-sex exhaustion. You wanted nothing more than to drift off to bed so you could think about your mindblowing orgasms and Eren’s little groans and moans of your name. You shuddered at the very thought, and began to reach out for the door handle, but paused when you saw the door was still slightly ajar.

You grimaced. Not only did you forget to put the scrunchie on the door to signal someone was having sex in the room, but you hadn’t expected Hitch to get back so early. Truthfully speaking, you didn’t feel like telling her all the details just yet. You hadn’t even fully soaked in the moment yourself if you were being honest.

But when you opened the door fully, you were shocked not to see Hitch, but Eren. He was standing by your desk looking at your trinkets and pictures, only turning around to meet you once he heard your footsteps.

“Eren?” you asked in surprise.

“Sorry,” he immediately responded, pointing down to his shoes. “I was going to meet you at the door but I didn’t wanna scare the shit out of you.”

You weren’t even aware he was breaking the no shoes rule, but you smiled upon his remembrance of the rule and started to make your way over to him. Eren was quick to close the gap between the two of you, smiling the closer he got.

“Any reason you’re back in here?” you jested, poking at his chest.

He let out a little laugh, then placed his hands under your chin, rubbing his thumb over your lower lip.

“Just wanted to say good night,” he said lowly, his voice husky.

It was stupid how easily that made you shudder, but you found yourself leaning into his touch like a magnet. When the gap between the two of you closed completely, Eren pressed his lips against yours to give you a deep, sweet kiss.

You sighed into his kiss, half-wishing he would stay a little longer. You didn’t dare ask him to do that, though. That felt too intimate for whatever the two of you had going on. Hell, even this kiss seemed to cross that line but once again, you weren’t complaining.

When he pulled away, he gave you another little peck on the corner of your mouth and whispered, “Night,” against your lips before finally taking his leave.

Your eyes lingered on his back as he exited the room, and you grinned when he turned back to give you one last wave. Reaching up to touch your still warm lips, you found yourself feeling floored.

You hadn’t expected Eren to come back, let alone say good night to you. The gesture alone was sweet and definitely too tender for what you anticipated having with him. But you never protested because not only did sex hit different with Eren, but he, himself, was so different.

It was not what you expected.

He was not what you expected.

But you weren’t against asking for more

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Blind Owls - Chap.1: “Going home with a fish”

(Arranged marriage AU)

Summary:  After having informally ostracised him from the village for fifteen years, the elders decide Reuben will marry a second time.

Chap.1: “Going home with a fish”

Excerpt Chap.1: 

“   When he spots the four-year-old on the other side of the Owls’ river, Reuben is sitting right by the water, his fishing rod resting on his thin jacket laid flat on a rock, an hour away from his cabin. The stream bed isn’t too wide and he can see her face clearly.

He doesn’t recognize her; must be an offspring from another village. Children are often left to wander alone, and he sometimes happens to meet some on his way to the river or the mountain. Whether they’re raised in his own village or not, they’re not usually that young unaccompanied.

They know about him. The moment they see him, they typically run in the opposite direction. If there’s any sign their parents, aunts and uncles still talk about him to this day, this is it.

This one doesn’t run, though. Too young to know.

When she gets closer to the water, he doesn’t move. Her mother or father must not be too far behind, and if they catch him move toward her or talk to her…

Looking at that olive-skinned four-year-old child, he thinks about the time he found a lost boy crying under the weaver’s chicken coop. Reuben was only twenty-one at the time, and he brought the child back to his mother, who pointed her rifle at him as soon as her son let go of his hand.

A white owl hoots above his head the way they normally do in the middle of the night. The sun is still high in the sky.

The little girl takes a step closer, crouching, observing Light-knows-what under the water, her bare toes buried in the mud, her black braids swinging. The current isn’t too strong here, but it could take away a four-year-old, and further down the river, it gets stronger; strong enough to drown a man. It’d be easy for her to slip and fall.

Reuben is sitting his elbows on his knees, holding one wrist in his hand. He’s wearing his long, high waisted pants as is tradition, his oldest pair, well too hot for the season. His shirt is lighter, and it used to be white. Sweat is running down his back, his brow. He watches her, but doesn’t move.

He should pack his things and leave, pretend he never saw her.

Where are her parents, is what he wonders right as she slips.

The river isn’t too deep where she falls, but children this age don’t have much balance. She manages to stand back up for a moment, her head above the surface, coughing up water, her small fingers spread wide in the air, reaching for the bank. But she slips on a soft rock again, yelping. The current takes her.

Reuben’s past has kept him in the shadows for over fifteen years now. He’s thirty-three; that’s nearly half the time he’s been on earth. He’s no longer under any illusion regarding his future. All hope has been left behind a long time ago.

But he doesn’t sit and watch when the water takes the child. As soon as she falls he’s already crossing the river with rapid strides.

There and then, he can run faster than the river; but further down, the current is too strong, and he must throw himself into the water at the right time to catch the child, without losing sight of her. The heat is thick enough to slow him down; still all of it happens in a matter of seconds.

His steps are well placed; he avoids thick roots snaking down the bank and rocks hidden in the mud like a mountain cat, then jumps. Any small misstep of any kind from him would have caused the girl to never leave the river again. He fists her collar and sharply pulls her back to him. Her small body lands hard on the bank. She coughs again, her tongue out. Once she’s done coughing, she starts crying.

His heart hasn’t beaten so fast in a long time. Without taking the time to catch his breath, drenched from the waist down, he sets to take the child to another adult before she does something stupid again, his hand firmly closed around her arm.

Crossing the river the opposite way, he doesn’t carry her in his arms, and simply tightens his hand above her elbow. The water reaches her torso.

He gathers his jacket, his bag and his fishing rod in one hand, lips thinning thinking about having to go back home empty handed. And for what?

Reuben catches the child’s arm again, and starts walking, heading south.

“Brother… Bro-other,” the little girl hiccups, trying to keep up with his strides, her soaked skirts sticking to her little legs. When she doesn’t get his attention, she wails: “Where are you taking meeee?”

“Look,” she whines quietly later, “Look. Look.” He glances down at her even though he shouldn’t, and frowns when she pulls up her skirts to show him her bloody knee, sniffling, her chin trembling.

He huffs and walks faster, pulling her with him.  “

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