#(hello!! no pressure to continue this if you’d rather not!)

[nouearth]

double-stuffed.

peter parker x male reader x jaime reyes.

summary: nothing bonds two men who hate each other more than a sloppy mouth, and a sloppy hole.

wc: 13.1k. genre: smut. warnings: college au, friends with benefits, top!peter, tasm!peter, jealous!peter top!jaime, jealous!jaime, bottom!reader, threesome, rough-sex, blowjobs, handjobs, double-penetration, dirty-talk, muscle worship, body worship, fingering, ass-eating, mouth-fucking, dry-humping, breeding, eiffel-tower, filthy smut, loads and loads of cum, peter and jaime are rivals, reader is a slut, and reader also has a stretched out and sloppy hole by the end!

notes: how tf did i just write 13k of pure smut. ok well, not pure smut since i added some backstory, BUT. i wrote a lot, like??? hello??? someone check up on me!!!

The cold air breached through the cracked-open window in Peter’s bedroom. It’d been the winter season for months, yet snow had become a rarity with every passing year. It was much appreciated when you saw the ice crystals accumulate and cover the ground until it felt like you were practically walking on crunchy clouds.

Though, despite the weather, it didn’t stop classes from continuing unfortunately.

Another gust of wind blew into his bedroom, and you pressed closer into Peter’s body. Legs entangled with his longer limbs, and he’d bring your front leg over his hip for extra comfort, simultaneously providing himself another opportunity of friction to thaw out his goosebumps.

“Pete…” You muttered into the kiss. It came out in hesitant sputters, breathless as his hips began moving against yours in a lazy yet fruitful pressure. 

You weren’t sure when it happened; Peter had an incredibly poisoning effect on you that blurred time altogether; but your jeans were tossed to the corner, leaving you in your sweater and briefs. He was dressed, or rather undressed, similarly; a blue sweater that contrasted your beige, except his pants were unbuckled down to his knees.

“Why did you open the window? I’m cold.” He muttered back, detaching his lips from yours to settle onto his second favorite part of your body—your neck. 

Peter was observant. He had catalogued sections of your skin that would honor his ears the sweet and delectable sounds of your moans from many times prior. 

Simply kissing your neck wasn’t enough. Licking multiple stripes beneath the underside of your jaw made you stiffen and swallow down any potential sounds. It was a leap forward, but you were resistant to him—at the very least, you did well in feigning it—and he’d start suckling to hammer ice picks at the barricade that had seemingly repelled all of his actions.

“Would help if you had your pants back on, you know—“ You answered after several long moments. Your mind had pivoted to Peter’s pair of lips by now, closing your eyes to the sloppy sounds of his markings as you breathed in the scent of his shampoo.

When he felt a swallow, your adam’s apple bobbing for aid—to catch some sort of breath—Peter could see the barricade crumble, feel his liability in infecting you with desire and lust as he felt a tent forming in your briefs. And he’d bite a mark into your flesh to let you out of your misery, drawing out the poison with several hard sucks until it was bruising. A gasp and multiple drowsy moans of his name heightened his senses and Peter felt his ears redden with heat from how absolutely devouring you sounded.

You felt his hand slip under your sweater and made its way towards your chest, pinching and circling your nubs with gentle fingers.

“Besides,” There was a familiar heat being stimulated with every grind of his hips, every tweeze of your nipples, and you’d thank Peter in between with a motion of your own. A languid kiss accompanied as you pressed intimately close, slowing the eagerness of Peter’s movements as both of your bulges collectively rubbed and throbbed when direct contact was being made. “Doesn’t seem like the cold is affecting you much.”

He chuckled at your tease. “Yeah? I’m just getting started too—“ The same hand that was thawing the goosebumps off your chest cascaded back to its rightful place on your thigh, then to the cheeks of your covered ass before he playfully squeezed and slapped in turn.

You let out a laugh, pushing yourself back onto his palms when he’d begun kneading at your flesh. His eyes were focused on your bitten lips, clearly isolating any more noises that would make his ears burst into flames if they hadn’t already. 

But he was selfish. He needed more of you.

Whenever you pushed back, he pulled you forward, rocking you into him—into the tent forming stubbornly in his boxers. One hand rested on Peter’s cheek and there would be moments where you’d ever so  gently cupped the plumpest section of his skin when you rolled into him just right.

“Fuck, Pete—“ It started off innocent with your hips moving back slowly, languidly into him as if you had no intentions of finishing what you started.

You were spellbound. He tantalized every ounce of thought until he had become the sole proprietor of your brain, leasing you a vitality that you could only repay in pure and absolute pleasure.

“Shit—“ The collaborative movements had enough momentum to coincidentally shift his boxers until the slit aligned with the tucking of his erection, and with one more roll of your hips, you drew Peter’s weighty cock out from the opening. 

“Keep doing that… fuck. My dick’s out.” He was desperate in his demands and equally distracted as he constantly switched gazes between the way your clothed bulge rubbed against his hard-on, and the parting of your swollen lips, to which he immediately seized the chance to slip his tongue inside of you.

He explored you in every way possible, licking inside of your mouth then pursuing your wet muscle in a brief yet sloppy chase, swiveling his tongue around yours until you surrendered into his hunger. His hands remained on your ass, squeezing and kneading at your cheeks as you continued to hump him—continued to hump his cock, your bulge pressing intimidate against his as Peter’s erection was sandwiched between your bodies, providing no window of escape.

“Wait,” You gave him a slight push on the chest when you familiarized yourself with the golden hour streaming past his window, and somehow Peter took your movements to maneuver you on top of him, sitting you on his lap. He kicked off the remaining length of his pants while you searched the surface of his bed for your phone, scoring when you felt a familiar weight in your hand. 

You clicked open to the lock screen as Peter’s hands continued roaming free around your body, practically fucking himself into the barrier that were your tight briefs, and sighed. “Class is in thirty.”

“And? You can make it in time, or skip class? Fuck—I’m close…“ He reasoned and pleaded with his eyes, almost comically desperate.

“Mm-mm.” You shook your head, pressing your lips into a firm line as you grounded yourself to falter Peter’s hips to a disgruntled pause. “It’s a twenty-minute walk from here. And I don’t want to keep my partner from waiting! We were supposed to meet up earlier—“

“You seriously giving me blue balls right now? That’s a first—“ He grumbled, unwilling to let you go as his grasp tightened around your hips. It only loosened when you pressed a kiss to his lips again, whispering a soft apology in the delicacy of it.

“Sorry… I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

You lifted yourself off of the bed to Peter’s dismay and re-adjusted the tent in your briefs, slipping into your jeans after.

“Partner?” Peter’s curiosity was piqued, only because his courses rarely had group projects beyond the usual lab-work. “Is he nice? She? They?”

He followed after you, begrudgingly rolling off of his bed when the mere mention of your classes reminded him of his own deadlines approaching. He tucked himself back inside of his boxers. Though, a large tent greatly remained.

“He. You might know him? He told me he was in a couple of my classes before then, and those were all the same ones you and I were in.” Your eyes scanned for your books, collecting it into your arms when you found them, then for your backpack after.

Peter gave your shoulder a small nudge and you turned back, finding your backpack hanging by his fingers. “Yeah? Who?”

“Thanks,” You took your bag from him, swinging it onto your shoulder, and then pressed a grateful kiss to his cheek. “Uh… Jaime! Jaime Reyes.”

“Jaime…?” Peter paused in thought, then frowned as if he ate one of your favorite sour candies. “That… asshole in Film Studies?” 

He followed you from behind as you exited his bedroom and headed towards the entrance of the apartment.

“You remember him? I don’t think I even remember what we watched in that class, to be honest. Was he that bad?”

“Yeah… Always dismissed my critical theories like they were completely wrong. Remember how we were randomly assigned a partner and we’d be stuck with them throughout the semester? He was mine! Peer-reviewing was hell with him… ” Peter bitterly recounted the memories as you listened.

There was a puzzled expression on your face that Peter found himself half-humored by, but your gaze snapped into a bright realization, as if the lightbulb above your head had exploded, the more he explained.

“Oh, yeah…! You guys were constantly going at each other when we would do those Socratic seminars. Thank god for you two, otherwise I would’ve been the one debating or asking questions.” You half-joked, but cleared your throat when there was little to no amusement in Peter’s demeanor.

“Well, maybe he thought you were cute.” You attempted to reason. “And that was his way of flirting? Or maybe he was intimidated by another smarty-pants in the class and he was over-compensating.” You snorted, holding onto the wall as you slipped your shoes on a foot at a time.

“Maybe…?” He sighed, observing you as his erection took a painful lap in its journey back to being flaccid. “Don’t take it out on me if you get a migraine because of him.”

“Pft, I deal with you on a daily basis. I can handle anything.” You finalized your outfit with a coat and a scarf around your neck. “I’ll be back!”

“Wait—“ Before you exited, he pulled you back to him by your wrist, grinning. “You got something in your eye.”

“I don’t feel anything—“ Peter took ahold of your cheeks and cradled them in his palms—plump flesh that were warm enough to convince you to skip your class for today and make a blanket fort with him instead. You smiled as he leaned close, centimeters from touching his nose with yours, and you could feel your heart weighing heavier than usual, swelling with ease the longer Peter gazed into your eyes.

And somehow, it didn’t even burst when he abruptly blew into your eye, obnoxiously laughing. “Now you do.”

“Asshole.” You elbowed his arm, his laugher quickly infecting yours, and you bid him goodbye with a peck on the lips. “Do your homework!”

Taking a painful glance at his desk from the entrance hall, piles of textbooks, notebooks, and sticky notes mocked and taunted Peter of his impending deadlines.

He groaned, dragging his feet back into his bedroom and towards his desk. “Can’t promise that.”

There was indeed something way worse than having blue balls.

“You’re still up?” Peter stepped out of his bedroom with a scratchy yawn. The dryness of his throat never failed to rouse him awake around 3 AM. His tousled hair bounced with every sluggish step towards the water filter, pressing a kiss to your cheek mid-way. 

“When am I not…” Your voice was dull and monotonous as you remained fixated on the screen of your laptop, typing away at a filled word document. You had a late reaction to his kiss, turning towards Peter for a kiss on the lips instead—a reward for your hard-work for the day—but he’d already left to chug a glass of water down.

“I thought you were finished with your project by now?” He filled another cup of water before properly joining you on the couch.

Peter’s appearance for the night alerted you to clear your mind and take a breather. Your laptop was shoved off to the side and his arm immediately opened to bring you closer. You could feel the warmth of his gaze glazing over you with worry as he passed his cup of water into your hand.

“Yeah…” You sighed, drinking the lukewarm liquid in tired sips. “Turns out we needed to write an essay per topic, not include the three we’ve chosen in one collective essay.” When you finished explaining, you gulped the entire glass down, and set it on the coaster.

“That’s… tough, and annoying, and I’m sorry.” You and Peter laughed as lethargy devastated him of the vocabulary needed to properly sympathize for you, but his presence was more than enough. He rubbed your shoulder, giving one side an affectionate squeeze as a simple act of support while you leaned into him. “What’s Jaime doing?”

“The same thing. He’s coming over in the afternoon, so we can hopefully finish the rest.” You could feel Peter stiffen. If he had a switch on his body, it was flipped and glued to defense mode because as much as he hated to admit it, he was intimidated by Jaime. 

“Be nice, okay? I mean, what—we were sophomores? We were all figuring ourselves out early on.”

“Hm.”

Peter was intimidated by how much time Jaime was spending time with you in and outside of class; by how quickly you seemed to have bonded over the course of a few weeks; by how intimate you seemed to have gotten with him judging by the fresh amount of hickies displayed on your neck, dethroning Peter’s own set of bruising marks.

It was all his fault—Peter’s. 

He was the one that insisted on whatever you and him have had going on instead of pursuing a romantic relationship like you wanted. There had been many times where he regretted that decision; times where he thought making you his was simply a fleeting thought and nothing more. But it backfired, and regret came back in a full, disastrous, home-wrecking storm of karma.

“Get some sleep, okay? I’ll see you in the morning.” It was Peter’s sudden movements that made you jolt after enduring the long silence. He got up from the couch and walked back into his bedroom without sparing you a glance.

As if the thickened air in the room wasn’t telling enough, Peter’s stoicism solidified your assumption. You sighed a weight that fueled the tension looking free.

He was furiously jealous.

Peter hated how you came back from class later than you usually did. He hated how Jaime’s cologne of cedar wood and musk stung his nose instead of your usual scent of oak moss and citrus peels. He hated how every time he caught a glance of your phone, it was a text massage from Jaime. He hated how Jaime had a bug emoji next to his name, similar to how Peter had a spider next to his. He hated how Jaime had infiltrated your life, to the point of you having to base your schedule around him now.

And Peter hated how every time he was inside of you, he couldn’t stop thinking about how Jaime’s cock was buried deep in your ass, how you willingly bent over or spread open for him, how you kneeled on the floor and most likely whined and begged for his cum as you jerked him off, emptying your thoughts of what was left of Peter for him.

For Jaime.

Peter was losing you—losing to Jaime of all people—more and more with every passing day.

But he wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

“Jaime…” You whined, drawing out the last vowel of his name as you stretched forward to loosen the tense muscles knotting along your lower back. A groan escaped when the pad of your fingers grazed your toes, and you immediately snapped back when a cramp began to settle in. “Can we take a break? I swear, I’m starting to go blind.” 

You and Jaime have been sitting on the floor, circled around your coffee table in the living room as you both worked on finishing the essays, as well as the accompanying presentation.

“Uh-oh, seems like we gotta take desperate measures then. Who else would hype me up if you go blind?” He joked, then stretched his arms upwards until a loud crackle drew a satisfying groan from him. “Dinner?”

“Uh…” You looked around for your phone, spotting it on the couch you were leaning back against, and clicked the device open to reply to Peter’s messages. “Peter said he was getting pizza for us after class. Should be on his way now.”

[Petey 🕷️]: All pepperoni ok? [M/N]: yeaaaap, can you get pineapple on one side too [Petey 🕷️]: Oh god, I forgot that you’re a pineapple person [M/N]: IT’S GOOD TO ME! 🍍🍍🍍 [Petey 🕷️]: You could dip it in a can of pineapple juice and there would be no difference

[M/N]: shut up, i’m the one paying for it

“Huh, really?” Jaime was surprised, straightening his posture as he took a nonchalant peek at your phone. For a moment there, Peter’s kindness took ahold of Jaime’s pessimism by the reins and pressed a non-existent brake. “That’s… nice of him.” 

Frankly, it was your suggestion to Peter, which surprisingly didn’t take much convincing since it was his favorite pizza joint. All he really needed was a kiss to seal the deal.

Jaime’s gaze flickered between the sprint of your thumbs and your growing smile. Blue and grey colored message bubbles appeared one after another, and the snickers that fostered briefly colored him red. Rather than finding the sound of your voice annoying, it was the person nourishing the joyful noises out of you that ticked him off.

Since middle school, he had always been at the top of his class. Whether it was because he truly enjoyed the subjects in school, or because he wanted to be the hero that pulled his family out of poverty—failing wasn’t an option. 

Then came Peter Parker. He’d been in four of his courses since sophomore year, but it was Film Studies that truly roused a flame within him. Maybe because it was a smaller class as opposed to a seminar like the rest of his classes with him. 

Or maybe because it was his first class with you, absolutely head over heels for Peter.

Peter, who would come into class late because he overslept. Peter, who would fall asleep during a viewing of a film instead of analyzing the mise-en-scene. Peter, who would be awaken by their professor and somehow manage to conjure an answer that would satisfy her—or worse, impress her. Peter, who didn’t have to work hard as him because he was… Peter Parker.

Peter Parker, who was the sole captor of your bright smile that Jaime had preferred over a hot cup of coffee when mornings were tough; the motivation for you to come out of your shell because Peter didn’t want you to be a loner like him; the person you would rely on because you trusted his opinion; the reason Jaime could find the courage to get a word in when he approached you because Peter was always by your side.

Peter, who Jaime could never be.

“Hey,” Your ear twitched as a gentle draft blew into the canal, and you immediately turned to face Jaime, ticklish in your endeavor. “I’m here too.” His lips pressed onto yours, sweet and fulfilling despite there being a bitterness in his tone.

“Sorry…” You murmured, tossing your phone to the side as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close and relishing in the softness of his lips.

Jaime let his muscles go limp, immediately toppling over your body once you pulled him close, and your bodies clumsily collided onto the rug with a small thump, a fit of laughter breaking the kiss apart in midst.

He positioned himself on his side after rolling off of you, cushioning your body with one of his arms beneath your back in turn. “Why is your rug comfier than my bed?”

You shrugged, sprightly raising your brows. “Doesn’t stop us from making out on it.” Your hand rested on his cheek briefly before swiveling it over to the front of his hair, brushing it back in one stoke, and settling on the back of his head to pull him face-to-face, nose-to-nose. 

The dark curls of Jaime’s hair fell forward over his forehead in delicate and thick clumps, and you sniffed a familiar waft of spearmint that was pleasant to your senses. “Do that again. Feels nice.”

“Yeah?” You chuckled because Jaime’s voice lowered to a calming whisper, feeling his lips brush ever so slightly over yours—feathery and light like a brush—as you repeated your strokes. Your nails scraped lightly over his scalp, enough pressure to close his eyes and coerce a satisfied sigh out of him, and then another into your mouth when he kissed you as delicately as your touch again.

Every swipe of Jaime’s lips—of his tongue—muted the sounds around you, phased you out of reality, and lulled you out of the migraine you’ve been enduring for pulling an all-nighter. The last sound you recalled hearing was Jaime’s zipper, an enchanting pitch that needed no verbal cue for you to sneak your hand down his pants. The eye-rolling massage at the base of his head was abandoned, but it was immediately compensated when you rubbed and cupped at his clothed bulge.

For a moment, Jaime perfectly fit in your palm, letting your fingers do most of the work without much wrist movement as they pressed and squeezed at the soft lump. As you continued, you gradually felt the lump expand into a meaty mass that had you practically drooling into his mouth because you remember the taste and smell of his thick cock.

And defeated, because you recollected the uncomfortable stretch he’d summon when he was inside of you.

“Fuck.” Jaime hissed when your thumb pressed the smooth fabric of his briefs to the plump glans of his uncut cock, forcing the fabric to swivel his foreskin over the head in tantalizing circles—until thick drips of pre-cum stuck and stained a spot of the white briefs into a deeper shade of grey. “I could come just like this, you know?”

“Would be a waste of cum, though.” You simpered, looking pleased with the effect you had on him. Your hand began stroking the thick shape of his cock, pushing his tuck upwards until the tip poked out from under the waistband, greeting you with a delectable coat of pre-cum when you peeked downwards.

Jaime exhaled a shaky breath, pulling his shirt off. “Knowing you, you’d probably suck it right off the fabric, wouldn’t you?” The starry haze in your eyes; the constant licks of your lips; the harder grasps at his cock to pursue more dribbles of his pre-cum; he recognized the symptoms of your lewd vehemence straight off-the-bat, promptly rolling onto his back and kicking his pants off. 

“Fuck, yeah.” You were famished, absolutely starving from the way you attacked his lips and sloppily explored his mouth with your tongue after straddling on top of him. You pressed onto his bulge, pushing against the center of his briefs with deep ruts until the head of his cock was exposed. Your mouth swallowed every profanity that would slip out of Jaime’s throat, fueling your hunger and channeling it into harder grinds.

He briefly put you on time-out to sit up and help you undress, one article of clothing at a time, beginning with your shirt. Jaime latched his mouth onto the first surface of skin he laid his eyes on. As you lifted your shirt, exposing more of your body, his lips trailed behind the hem soon after. He licked upward in one long strike, then dragged his tongue over the center of your chest, murmuring as you held his head close.

“Have I ever told you how much I loved your body?” It was a sweet confession, some would reckon that it was wholesome, and that was more of a reason why it made your cock throb in strong pulses, begging for your sweatpants to release them for oxygen. He chuckled, one hand squeezing you at your bulge. “Guess I haven’t enough.”

First, he tongued at your nipples, flicking the wet muscle on one nub before moving onto the next as he held you by the waist with one hand, balancing your straddle on his lap, and massaging the print in your pants with the other. Your cheeks ignited into flames when you caught his gaze; half-lidded and drowsy as if the sound of your moans was his lullaby. Then, he gently bit when he figured you’ve been hypnotized by the languid swivel of his tongue for far too long, disrupting the chain of moans into staggers. “Jaime, fuck—“

“Try tugging on them with your teeth.” Your brows furrowed, wrinkles creasing in the middle of the two arches, as you were puzzled by a sudden voice that sounded distinctly different from Jaime’s.

When you met his gaze again, his expression mirrored yours, frowning because your lips never moved when the voice came up. “What did you—“

There was a silhouette that loomed near the open kitchen that pulled your gaze from Jaime and towards the shape of a familiar body instead. Jaime’s gaze quickly followed yours after witnessing your pupils dilate.

Peter was leaning back on the kitchen island, watching with one hand down his pants and a smile that rendered you speechless and frozen in place. “When did you—I-I didn’t even hear you come in—“

“Few minutes ago. Good thing I didn’t miss the miss the show. It was getting good.” 

Before you and Jaime could begin scrambling for your clothes, Peter was already on his way towards the two of you, halting in front. You scanned him from head to toe for any anomalies, a break you’d expect to see if someone was caught almost fucking on their living room floor. What you got instead was a familiar gaze that you’ve accustomed to your own intimacy with Peter, then he lightly tapped his foot against Jaime’s lower back.

“Not the ideal situation I’d like to… meet you again in, but… I will say that I like it a lot better than what I had originally imagined.”

“Seriously? What do you—“ Jaime met Peter’s eyes, an awkward yet heavy tension in the air forming, but once his gaze fell to the center of Peter’s crotch being palmed by his hand, he felt a lightbulb go off. “Ah.” He scoffed, a gale of chuckles following after because of the absurdity of the situation—to cover up the guilt that he found it hot at the same time.

That he actually found Peter attractive.

“Peter, I don’t think this is—“ You reasoned, but Peter deprived your speech when he began stripping off his own clothes. What the fuck is happening…?! 

“(M/N) likes it when you tug on his nipples with your teeth.” He ignored you, nonchalantly repeating to Jaime. Though, it was hard to ignore the dumb-stricken look on your face when he approached closer to you, your confused gaze following his every movement. To appease you, he gave your chin a gentle cup, fondly stroking the center with his thumb as he shared a look that you could only deem as trusting from him.

You only began to relax when Jaime forged his suggestion into reality when he brought his mouth back up to your nipples and gently tugged at the nubs with his teeth. Every pull yanked a moan out of you, but you couldn’t help but feel entirely exposed and ashamed, knowing that Peter was watching you with another man.

It was allowed. Jaime and Peter have known about each other as flings for quite some time now, so it wasn’t like you were cheating, but… why did it feel wrong?

Once Peter stripped himself down to his boxers, he approached your side again for support, a large tent begging for you to release it from the loose restriction of the pattered fabric. Jaime’s gaze curiously followed Peter, watching his every move as he suckled, bit, and pulled at your nipples. He repeated despite the fact that they were swollen in between his lips, gratified that they were becoming perkier with every torment he’d inflict upon them.

Despite the fact that you had given into Jaime’s touch, into Peter’s demands, you looked up at him with concern, a daunting guilt weighing heavily on your shoulders, and he recognized that look with sympathy, assuring you with a calming smile and a soft kiss for good measure.

“Be a good boy for me, and stroke my cock.” Peter murmured lowly, stroking your cheek with doting knuckles, and you felt pacified right then and there. “And when you’re stroking my cock, you’re going to stop being selfish, treat Jaime like the respectable guest he is, and suck him off—got it?”

It was rare for Peter to be verbal like that. It wasn’t him, he claimed once, explaining that it was awkward because it sounded like he was in a cheesy porno.However, even if it was terribly and overly used in those pornos; a porno was a porno, and Peter was turning you on more than ever right now.

You inhaled, absolutely enraptured by what you were demanded to do that you forgot to breathe for a brief moment—but Peter kissed you again as a reminder, and you nodded. “Got it.”

You could feel Jaime throbbing under your clothed ass, his bulge prodding at the center of the fabric in desperate beats, as if he was agreeing to Peter’s ultimatum. Guess the dirty talk got to you too, huh?

As you climbed off of Jaime’s lap, Peter tossed a couple of throw pillows to him for his lower back and his head. Then, he did the honors of pulling your sweatpants off. A collective sigh of relief was heard as Peter and Jaime realized you went commando when your cock sprang free, throbbing and begging solely on the basis of Jaime’s mouth and Peter’s voice.

You knelt on the floor and bent forward, pushing your ass back while you slowly tugged Jaime’s briefs off to reveal his thick, uncut cock, seeping in its own pre-cum. “Pete, look how wet he is.” You slurred on your own drool as Peter knelt by Jaime’s hip, rubbing at his own cock.

“Geez, no wonder you were such an ass. Probably kept ruining your pants—“ Peter amused himself, taking one glance at the flushed expression on Jaime’s face, and chuckled.

“No, that’s not— we’re going to talk about my problem with you later.” Jaime stammered, but then halted when a sigh huffed past the dry of his throat as you took his stiff dick in your hand and stroked, squeezing until his foreskin covered the swollen glans completely and let the pre-cum pool within the folds, and then pulled the skin back and spread the thick coating back over the head again, somehow thicker with every cycle.

“Fuck…” Peter watched in awe, continuing to palm at his erection until the restriction of the garment had become unbearable to sit in. He slipped his boxers off and tossed it to the corner, then positioned his hips to sneak his cock into the palm of your free hand.

There was an expecting look on his face when you glanced over; a brow raised and a nod to his cock that seemingly reminded you of his demands. Balancing on his knees, Peter’s thighs pulsed, his taller height putting more weight on his muscles and making it look all the more sculpted as if he’d selfishly stolen limbs from Michelangelo’s workroom. Even though you’d seen Peter naked more times than you could count, you found yourself staring marvelously at his body. You never noticed how with every stroke of your hand, he sucked in his stomach, to pace his breathing, and his abdominal muscles would naturally divide into sharp, defined lines.

Somehow even more so, when he began thrusting into your fist.

As Peter helped you with one of your tasks, Jaime naturally found himself spreading his legs apart when you began lowering your head. You’d never admit it because out of context it sounded incredibly comical, but you loved cock. If you had to utilize the formal language of your essays, you’d say that you treasured it. It was one of the many reasons why Peter and Jaime loved having you around; why you found yourself on your knees after they returned from a long day of classes; why you’d gotten better at taking them down your throat because it’d become a daily practice, a hobby you’d reckon.  

Because you knew how to appreciate a cock when you saw one, how to make love to one, and you would do anything to make your men feel at ease, even if it was at the cost of your own abandoned pleasure.

“So fucking big…” Your left hand continued to pump Peter’s cock while you shoved your face in between Jaime’s thighs, nuzzling and feeling the warmth of his balls loose over your nose. You inhaled his musk, repeating the deep whiffs of Jaime’s ball sweat, before taking his heavy sack into your mouth and suckling. Occasionally, you’d abandon his scrotum to lick at the underside of his cock as it laid thick and hard—pleading to be tended to—over his pelvis. 

“Shit—fuck, I love it when you play with my balls like that...” You tugged on the stretchy skin with pressed lips to the base of the sack before taking him in again and rolling the spheres over the surface of your tongue like two gumdrops. You watched Jaime writhe as you tongued him, his stomach flattening and then puffing abruptly because he was precisely sensitive over the right side of his scrotum.

Jaime’s weak attempt at controlling himself from spilling a load right then and there was an example of how twitchy and overly-stimulated he could be if you found—played with—the right spot. Thankfully, he found the grace of God to hold it in and reminded himself to breathe; slow and methodical as he watched you with arousing awe.

He switched his gaze over to Peter hazing over you, and smirked. The hard gulps Peter would take, the stiffen of his jaw, the nostrils of his nose flaring up. He was blatantly jealous, scorched by the sun type of jealous, and Jaime got off on that, found himself growing impossibly harder knowing he was victorious in this moment.

Jaime was always good at reading people’s expressions. Even if they had tried to conceal it with a smile, their eyes told a different story. With your mind solely focused on pleasuring Jaime, your hand had gone limp despite still being wrapped around Peter’s own length. 

“Just like that, fuck, baby.” Jaime reached down to affectionately pet at your head, a physical encouragement that stroked a delighted noise out of you, and you’d repeat until his hand gradually fell to the nape of your neck. By the desperate pulses of his hand, his palm slightly angling upwards to push your head forward; you’ve been with him long enough to recognize that he needed his cock sucked.

“Wait,” Peter abruptly spoke up, confident and authoritative, as you let Jaime’s balls go and bent forward an inch more, beginning to hover your mouth over Jaime’s cock. 

You and Jaime curiously looked over. Your mouth parted open to ask him what was wrong, but Peter seized the opportunity to brush past your breath and invade your mouth with his cock, the abrupt aid of his hand surprising you as it leveled your head lower to meet his pelvis. “Just a little warm-up.”

“Peter—“ The gasp of his name was shoved down your throat, immediately coming back up as gargling instead since Peter offered you little time to prepare yourself. You heard Peter let out a strong exhale, his body melting into a limp once again when your mouth wrapped around the tip of his cock, then the first few inches of his erection the more he pushed your head down. You braced your hands against Jaime’s strong thighs, squeezing harder and harder when it became a struggle to take Peter’s thick cock.

Jaime would’ve called the pain at his thighs unpleasant; your dull nails digging painfully into his bronze flesh followed by a scratch; but all of that was forgiven because of the scene before him and how incredibly hard it made him. Like a scene found in one of his browser’s bookmarks, you were choking on a cock that was too big for you; on a cock that you pathetically had to warm up for before beginning to throat it deeper; on a cock that would be considered a miracle to shove it down your throat in the first place. For a brief second, Jaime had second thoughts on whether you’ve sucked anyone else’s dick but his own. 

Peter offered you little patience, only pulling you back up to take a small breather because you begged him through an incoherent whine that could’ve easily been mistaken for a moan. After a few seconds, you were back downing on Peter’s cock as if you weren’t struggling to take him moments prior. It played out exactly like the plot of his favorite porn scene.

The feigned innocence, the porn star dick, the teary bottom; Jaime’s cock was dripping, envious of the sloppy and warm lathering that Peter was enduring, that Jaime was so close to experiencing again before Peter took it all away from him—because he was fucking jealous.

Jaime’s mouth fell open the exact moment Peter’s did when you pushed your head lower than you did previously, then lower, and it seemingly never stopped until your swollen lips flushed to the furry hairs of Peter’s pubes. “Holy shit, (M/N)…”

“Has he ever deep-throated you before? He’s getting better at it.” It was so nonchalant, Peter’s tone, as if he got to experience your glorious throat every single day. If Jaime digged deeper, he heard a cockiness to it as well.

Something possessed Jaime—a rapturing feeling that made his chest feel funny, his cheeks stain with red, his cock throb with fervor. That feeling again; jealousy.

“Yeah? Give me a try then, (M/N)?” Jaime wet his lips when a large dribble of drool rolled down the corner of your stretched mouth. He met eyes with you when you glanced, beckoning you with a wave of his thick cock then slapping it multiple times onto his palm. The loud smacks were like a spell, and he knew he succeeded when you pulled Peter’s cock out with a delicious slurp.

“Actually,” Peter’s grasp on your head hardened, turning it back to face his cock when his fingers swiped your chin, and shoved his cock back into your mouth, quickly before you could rouse a sympathy for Jaime. “Seems like he’s pretty occupied with something at the moment.” 

“Seriously—“ Jaime watched with one brow raised, irritation written all over his face while stroking his cock to keep himself hard. Thankfully, you saved him from completely going flaccid as you replaced Jaime’s hand with your own, stroking him as you bobbed and sucked on Peter’s cock.

It only lasted a couple of minutes before Jaime got up, still clearly displeased, and for a minute, you’d thought he would’ve walked out right then and there, until he began standing next to Peter instead. You pulled away from Peter’s cock to take another breather, sitting flat on your bottom and then welcoming Jaime with a couple of strokes while your other hand worked at Peter’s cock at the same rhythm and pace.

“Since you’re getting so good, why don’t we introduce something new then?”

“What’s that? Am I sucking two dicks at once or something?” You joked, too distracted wiping the drool off your mouth with your forearm to notice Peter and Jaime exchanging a look that surprisingly wasn’t of malice. It was as if they hit jackpot. Their eyes brightened at the suggestion and the smallest creak of their smiles signaled a sinister connection that puzzled you.

They loved sexually tormenting you.

“Wait. Guys, I was just kidding—“

“If anyone could do it, it would be you.” Peter flashed you a grin, knocking on your lips with the tip of his cock as if it was an entrance to the warmest cock-furnace in town. “Come on.”

“Yeah. You always told me to try out my options first before deciding whether it wasn’t for me. Shouldn’t you follow your own advice?” Jaime hummed, Peter agreeing after, then joined Peter in his mischievous endeavors. He traced the outline of your lips with his cock, smearing your plump flesh with his pre-cum. 

You were apprehensive, looking up at them as they straighten their posture in anticipation. Their cocks stood heavy and intimidating, weighing heavily on your lips, and you were sure if you opened up your mouth in this moment, they would certainly take the opportunity to push past your complaints and fuck your throat again.

“Make me a deal, then.” The salt of Jaime’s cock compelled you to speak, offering him the tiniest licks because you felt bad for abandoning his cock earlier. With your tongue offering him little resonance, Jaime rolled his shoulders back to get some kind of fixture, as frustrating as it was.

“What’s that?” Peter asked, greedily pressing the head of his own cock to Jaime’s so he was spared a few licks of your tongue. It was almost distracting—how the plump tips of Jaime’s and Peter’s cock connected together in thick, web-like strands. You felt yourself give in for a moment, taking both of their cocks into your hands—one in each respective grasp—and mouthed the swollen glans while speaking.

“No more fighting for the rest of the night. And if we’re ever doing this again,” You realized you had the power to control them all along, the power to make them succumb to your demands because without your mouth, who else would they go to? “You guys are going to make amends and be friends. Deal?”

“Deal.” They collectively agreed in unison, a quite comical interaction that you were confident they were going to reel back on their promise once you squeezed a load or two out of them; their minds would be cleared and their decisions wouldn’t be drawn by the simple promise of sex.

“Fuck,” You couldn’t help but compare their cocks as your hands stroked them down in your spit, coating them in a glossy sheen that caught the light above. It was glorious seeing their cocks in this position, with Peter and Jaime towering over you, their cocks sticky and wet from your spit. “Wish you could see what I’m witnessing right now.” 

You were envious that they only had one subject in their center of vision. You had to constantly alternate between Jaime and Peter to make sure one wasn’t feeling neglected. If you presumed they did, you’d recompense through a cycle of sucking their cocks, playing with their balls, slapping their dicks on your face, tongue included, until your cheeks were covered in your own spit.

Whatever they wanted, you’d do it for them because you wouldn’t be able to sleep at night knowing your boys were unhappy.

Peter’s dick was a spitting image of one of those famous male porn stars that you recalled obsessing over; a strong curve to the length with the girth thickening towards the head; it was always a struggle to fit him inside of you. If you had to be modest, you’d call it a handsome cock as natural veins pumped throughout his cock, making it evidently clear where all the blood was rushing to; a natural eye-widener, and a throat closer, for everyone.

Peter liked making sure your face was free of any anomalies. Whether the number of obscurities were the bad lighting in the room, casting shadows in place that masked your mouth, to the locks of hair covering the tiniest bit of your face; you were a wonderful performer that needed to be seen, and Peter was here to ensure that, especially with a guest in the room. 

His eyes casted over you while you went down his cock under the control of his palms. He liked having you follow his rhythm, follow the pace of his urges. If he wanted for you to focus your tongue on the head of his cock, then he’d pull you back at his own time and make sure to pull his hips back whenever you needed a fix of something more. If he wanted you to deep-throat him until you couldn’t breathe, he’d make sure you were on your very last grasp of life before you turned blue.

The sound of your saliva building and welling up in the back of your throat was a beautiful noise to him, one he could hear in his sleep and happily have wet dreams of. You sucked on his cock, slobbered over the weight of it through several coughing fits and chokes, and you made sure to look up at Peter with tears in your eyes, seeking for some kind of approval. He breathed out slow, seemingly controlling himself from spilling all over you right then and there, and found that if he didn’t stop himself now, then you’d never get to Jaime. When he told you to open your mouth and pant with your tongue out like a fucking animal, a wide and dark smile spread across his face. It wouldn’t be absolute control if he didn’t succeed in humiliating you.

“Good boy,” Peter bent over to slap you hard on the ass, a loud echoing smack resonating in the room. You winched, but nonetheless smiled up at him because Peter approved of your skills. “Now, make me proud.” He sent you off with a kiss, roughly patting the side of your cheek where his cock once bulged through, and did you the favor of shoving your mouth down on Jaime’s cock with no warning.

For Jaime, it was as if his own uncut cock couldn’t handle the weight and mass of his meat, making it naturally curve downwards that made it less difficult for you to slide him down your throat. What he lacked in length, he massively over-compensated in thickness and girth. A prominent vein ran down the center, and it made your heart skip a few stones or two when you realized the thick blood vessel was the reason why he built up a delectable amount of pre-cum.

The definition of control was interpreted differently between the two men. Where Peter forced you to suck his cock and move at his own pace, Jaime preferred constraining your head in between his palms and force you to take his cock, like you were some kind of blow-up doll. With a slightly bent posture to properly fit himself into your mouth, Jaime hooked one thumb at the corner of your mouth and stretched it open to accommodate his girth, and fucked into your warm mouth. Your knees felt bruised, burning in agony as you took every one of Jaime’s heavy and selfish fucks with absolutely no complaints. You clenched your eyes tight when he hit a little too hard at the back of your throat, then again, and again, because he loved how you sounded when his cock dented into you. He also loved how you couldn’t contain yourself and let an endless amount of saliva waterfall from your tongue and mouth, making it all the easier to slide down your throat.

“Fuck yeah, dude…” Peter was in awe. You felt one of his fingers toy with the pucker of your hole after he took a scoop of your saliva and spread it over the length. In circular motions, Peter was teasing in his endeavors, chuckling to himself as he felt you clench at the tiniest appeasement. “Think he likes how you’re fucking his mouth.”

“Yeah? There’s room for two, you know.” It was the most they’ve exchanged conversations since the last time they saw each other in class; although this time, it was a much more pleasant interaction. Jaime pressed his cock to the right side of your mouth, and you whined, giving his thigh a slap because it was a strange and uncomfortable sleeping. He pacified you with a couple of head rubs, then briefly taking his cock out for you to recover your breath.

“Let’s move to the bed, my knees hurt…” You grumbled while simultaneously catching up on your breath. You didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer as you already made your way into your bedroom with footsteps following you from behind.

It only took a few seconds for the three of you to work out your positions; Peter and Jaime laid flat on the bed, with each men taking the opposite end, similar to a bridge. Their legs tangled, thighs sat atop of one another, Peter’s feet at Jaime’s head and vice versa, and ballsacks pressed with the cocks facing towards the respective owner. You were the interconnecting piece, the final key in completing the puzzle, as you sat by the side of their hips. You had Peter on your left and Jaime on your right, jerking them off with your respective hand.

“Comfy?” You asked both of them, nonchalant in tone as you briefly went down to lick at the precum dribbling down Jaime’s cock, then to Peter’s as you caught the strong pulses of his length at the corner of your eye.

“Very much…” Jaime sighed, mirroring Peter’s position and cushioning his head with his arm. Contrary to how they’ve been treating you and your mouth, their gaze had softened as they’d been watching you. Peter had his warm palm running continuously down your spine, while Jaime’s arm traversed around you to take his time in teasing your hole with a finger, slow and sweet like the taunting delicacy of your tongue.

“So fucking big…” You marveled when you pressed their stiff cocks together and stroked out a groan from either one of them. The lights of your eyes dilated into sparkles because you could barely wrap your hand around them with this one grasp, and out of curiosity, you squeezed to impossibly squish them together, effectively earning a needy rut of their hips from Peter, then Jaime, and your throat caught a profanity because it was the hottest thing ever.

Stiff veins pressed into one another and Jaime’s precum made it too slippery for you to properly hold him and Peter without one of them slipping out of your hand. You were growing impatient, and you could see it in their eyes that they were too. Jaime’s was pleading for some kind of warmth, while Peter’s was almost threatening, as if he was about to pass out any second. 

After a couple more taunting strokes, you gave in and appeased them. You lowered yourself, smelling the sweat and musk that both the men heavily extruded through the slurry of pure sex, and shoved both of their cocks into your mouth. At least, you attempted to.

“Oh, fuck—“ Jaime’s eyes widened, then tightly closed because he was overwhelmed.

“Shit…” Peter muttered under his breath, the words leaving his mouth open because he’d only seen this in porn scenes.

It disappointed you, you couldn’t possibly fit them inside of your mouth except for the heads. If only you had a bigger mouth, or maybe knew how to disjoint your jaw muscles to somehow fit them both completely in—but you didn’t. Despite the limitations, you settled on fitting the heads of their cocks and suckling. As your tongue ran over Peter’s bulbous head, then Jaime’s thick glans, you made sure you were stroking what you couldn’t find in your mouth. Instead of lamenting over the loss of a stretch, you marveled at the way it felt when you wrapped your mouth around the glans, then at the way their dicks rubbed against one another desperately, imperfect in rhythms because Peter and Jaime were selfish in their own pursuit of your mouth. 

“So fucking hot, god…” Your internal thoughts came out in a moan, slapping their cocks on your tongue as you stared longingly at each one of them, wanting this very scene to seep into their mind and allow you to be the defining example of a cock whore. 

You then pulled away to dribble bubbles of spit over their needy cocks, lubing them each until you proceeded to struggle to fit them inside of your mouth, only barely being able to push your lips past their heads. You knew they liked watching you struggle, watching you do your best to pleasure them, and it was mutual benefit because you liked having the attention all on you.

“Need to fuck you…” Jaime demands almost came out as a whine, and you found it absolutely adorable considering his meat was weighting heavily on your tongue.

“Fuck, baby, me too… I need to fuck your hole.” There was frustration pent up in Peter’s voice, and he took it out on the grasp he had on your ass, kneading your left cheek until you could mentally picture a handprint on your skin. You winched, pushing out to relieve some of the sting, but Jaime’s hand abruptly smacking down on your right cheek rutted you back.

“Only if you guys promise to dump your loads in me.” You moaned, feeling someone’s finger climbing into your hole again and pump inside of you. Then another, spreading and curling the two joined digits. And another, three now, pumping at a slower rhythm, because your tightening walls were restricting their movements. Peter’s gaze darkened, because he swore you were clenching on purpose to taunt him.

“As if there was any other option on the table?” Peter questioned, rising to sit on his knees, and Jaime would later join. 

“His hole’s made to be filled with cum.” Jaime added with a smoldering expression, flipping you onto your stomach, then provided proof of his comments by spreading your ass cheeks out until you felt completely vulnerable and exposed. You resisted with a few clenches, but Jaime’s grasp on your ass cheeks was forceful stronger; there was a gratification that helmed his palms as he showed off your pucker to Peter. You felt something wet flatten against your opening, rearing you with inquisitive licks and prods like it was searching for something inside of you, “Tastes good.” Opening you further like its intention was to make your body writhe in toe-curling and ass-pushing exaltation. Your back arched into the mattress and you spread your knees further apart, gyrating your hips into the thick, musky air because the slightest draft made your cock harden and tremble with a whimper.

“Fuck, look how tight he is too…” You moaned when Peter curiously slid two lubed fingers into you despite being well acquainted with the tight cavity once Jaime pivoted to licking at your taint, then the base of your balls. The opening of your legs provided enough space for Jaime to sneak his head in between them and take your cock into his mouth to suck you off, holding you steady at the base.

“J-Jaime, fuck—Peter!“ His mouth was warm, strangely comforting, and whimper inducing. You felt yourself sink onto your knees and lie pliantly as you let him take you, as you let Peter invade you with two more fingers; a total of four digits pumping inside of you now; though you made sure to lift your hips up to leave enough room for the man who’s been slobbering all over your erection. 

If only you had eyes at the back of your head so you could witness Peter and Jaime touching themselves, so you could watch Peter’s mouth gape open when he slid his large lubed cock into as if he hadn’t done that countless times prior, so you could see how Jaime’s free-hand guided Peter’s hips to push further into you because they both were well-aware how accommodating your hole can be. It was a struggle to even fit the head of his cock into you, like you’d expected, but you were thankful for Jaime as he gave Peter the push he needed.

“Oh, fuck,” You strained, gathering yourself onto your forearms to toughen out the discomfort—practically planking—as Peter breached himself into you moaning at the tightness, then began moving his hips.

Slow and steady, you felt more of Peter residing into you with every thrust, rocking your own hips to thrust into Jaime’s mouth. It was a messy, interlocking of sweaty bodies, but you couldn’t have asked for anything better. Jaime’s tongued swirled around you, inhaling and working you with a greedy tongue. When he pulled off with an audible pop, you felt his saliva dripping off of the span of your cock in heavy webs, that were then used to lather up his own cock before rolling off the bed to stand before you. He tipped your head back, making you look up at him flushed and intoxicated from Peter’s quickening thrusts, and pushed his cock back inside your warm mouth in one smooth slide.

You didn’t know where to dispose your moans now that your mouth was filled. Once Peter efficiently picked up his pace, he steadied his balance with a firm grip on your hips; the left lag was braced on its knee while his right leg was heeled on the mattress, fucking his cock into you deeper with his new position.”Fuck, I could watch you take my cock all day.”

Your cheeks were hot as your moans ballooned nowhere but around Jaime’s cock. Whimpers and joyful noises vibrated around him as you sucked his cock off, and you’d occasionally lose your balance when you tried to stroke whatever you couldn’t fit inside of your mouth, but you caught yourself before you could fall flat onto your face. You didn’t want to waste a single second of not both of your holes filled.

“Fuck yeah, keep fucking him like that.” Jaime exhaled, reaching out to fist-bump Peter as there was a mutual indulgence the two provided for each other. His body was slick with sweat when you noticed droplets of heat running down his muscles. He pumped out a few puffs of breath when he fucked into your mouth quick and desperate, enveloping and pressing your head to his abdomen to keep you steady, to keep his cock from falling out of your mouth because you had a habit of pushing him out whenever he pushed past your limits. Your field of vision was basically hidden as you stared into nothing but Jaime’s trimmed pubic hairs, your passive mouth sore and hurting, and your cock was equally sore—dripping on its own accord now—because you found it so incredibly alluring to be used thoughtlessly like this; Peter selfishly driving himself into you, panting because he was close, and Jaime pushing back into your gags with eager ruts of his hips, a tolerance that you knew would have you sore tomorrow morning, but a fucking comfort to know that you pleasured the two men with your own body.

“Switch.” Peter and Jaime exchanged positions once they knocked out a low high-five. It was on your own terms to flip yourself onto your back in the meantime, hanging your head off the foot of the bed for Peter to mouth-fuck you while you bent your legs up to your chest in anticipation of Jaime. Peter cooed, petting your spit-wet cheeks before leveling himself to meet his cock to your lips, then pushing your mouth open. It was adorable to see how you knew your place without a single spoken demand. “Mm, fuck—Jaime kept you warm and nice for me.”

“Can say the same for you, Pete.” At nearly the same time, Jaime supported himself by using the back of your thighs as leverage, squeezing a glorious amount of lube over his cock before pushing into you. Within the first slide, you were reminded of how thick he was from the way you were too distracted to suck Peter off and let your mouth agape, croaking out a discomforting moan. “Fuck, he’s warm.” He didn’t waste to time in letting you adjust to his size, because—well—Peter did the work for you, and began burying himself deep and close to that certain spot that never failed to send tremors down to the bone of your body.

Jaime snapped his hips with precision, the loud claps of sweating skin snipping at each other being one audible evidence of his experience with you. Your thighs and ass rippled sharply, then your muscles stretched as he pushed forward to fold your knees to your chest and slot his cock into you with momentum, gravitational force pounding him down into you like ocean waves crashing onto shore. Every time his impact moved you an inch off the bed, he brought you back with a tug at your thighs because he needed to be close to you. He needed to watch you gag on Peter’s cock, your throat struggling to close around his girth when it was sheathed deep enough for Peter to bulge through. When it occurred, Jaime showered delicate kisses to the center of your throat, moaning when he could feel the span of Peter moving inside of you, and then feel your throat constrict when he pulled out in a slow slide to draw out your breath for a little longer, to watch you desperately inhale for fresh air.

“Do that again.” Jaime couldn’t resist his temptations, caressing your chest and stomach because it had been flexing the entire time Peter and him had been fucking into you. The darkest desires compelled him to roam his hand towards your neck and wrap it around while Peter buried himself down your compliant throat again, and he squeezed his hand around you, your eyes clenched following the added pressure, while your throat locked around Peter’s juicy cock. Your gags lodged, bubbly in agony because they had nowhere to escape, until Peter pulled himself out what felt like minutes away of seeing the stars, and you immediately spilled into desperate intakes of breath, panting yet moaning because you had never felt such an intense adrenaline rush in your entire life.

Dragging his balls across your face, Peter loved seeing you sexually tormented like this. Red in the face as the blood rushed to your head, delirious on the sole entity of cock, winded through staggered pants as he had you gagging down his cock as if he had a lifetime warranty on your throat. It was beautiful; your words slurred because you were too exhausted to form coherent sentences and he’d use that as leverage, asking you to repeat yourself knowing that he’d deprived you of oxygen. Almost always, despite the promise that he’d let you catch your breath, all of that is thrown in the gutter when Peter sheathed his cock back down your throat like a man who had been cut off of your services cold-turkey, returning back with a vengeance, and as a man who had become a fiend for pleasure.

Jaime and Peter cheered like frat boys you’d see in porn, laughed because you looked so adorable when you asked for a small break; your cheeks were guttered with tears and your voice scattered into puzzled cracks. It was hard to resist coddling you with praises and affectionate kisses, even had they turn up their demeanors to an eleven. You would always be someone they treasured.

“You did fucking great, (M/N), god…” Peter was awe-stricken, rewarding you with a kiss on the lips to breathe life back into you, briefly holding your head up so he could unfurl the clouds until they dissipated for the time being.

“Mmf…” You thought you were a lot stronger than this, but your muscled had turned into jelly. Jaime slowed his thrusts down when he noticed how limb you’ve gotten and he figured stroking your cock again would do wonders for your peace of mind. “Need…” You muttered something under your breath, and for a moment, the two men paused because they thought you’d had enough and wanted to stop.

“Hm?” Jaime did his best to control his hips, panting. Judging by the death grip on your hips, it was obvious he was nearing his climax.

“Need you two…” You groaned out, replacing Jaime’s hand with yours as you switched your gaze between Peter and Jaime, collectively begging for them with the yearning gaze in your eyes. “Need you two in my ass, fuck…”

“God, you know how to make a man happy.” Peter laughed, breathing a sigh of relief, and you swore his cock had grown bigger at the simple thought of sheathing himself inside of you again. “Up, up.” You lifted yourself with the help of Jaime’s embrace when Peter positioned himself under you, and then Jaime lifted your legs up and hooked them over his shoulders, angling your ass out just right after pulling out.

Jaime did most of the work as he was the only one kneeling, whistling an impressive note when your gaping hole was exposed to him, and for his viewing only. “If only you could see this, Peter.” He prepped you and Peter with a generous amount of lube, then himself, chuckling as he stroked himself to the expanded opening of your hole. “We stretched him out real good.”

“Fuck, won’t be too difficult to fit us in then.” It was a rhetorical question that you knew the answer to, and you could feel Peter mischievously smiling into the back of your neck as if he told the funniest joke in the history of mankind.

Peter’s arms traversed around you, his palms reaching to hold your ass open while Jaime intruded into you first. The lube made his entrance a lot easier than the first time and you immediately welcomed his meaty cock with a tight suction, holding his thrusts as you felt the bulbous tip of Peter’s cock prodding around for a gateway into you.

It was a slow and methodical approach. For them, it was more important for you to feel comfortable instead of potentially letting the consequences of rushing everything ruin your experience.You felt flustered, overwhelmed, and your body followed in pursuit as you felt a stretch you’d never dealt with before. The hairs on your body stiffened. Heat spread throughout your body in hot splotches and left your cock limp and flaccid, spidering from beneath layers of skin until goosebumps raised from the sweat when you felt Peter trying get inside of you.

“Peter—oh, fuck—“ Your voice caught in your throat as you tried to open up for him despite the buzzing pain. You were pacified, and then encouraged by the deft of Jaime and Peter’s comforting hands. A pair of Jaime’s calloused hands ran over your legs, then thighs, then stomach, all over your body, to get you to relax your muscles. Another pair massaged your thighs, Peter’s; he whispered sweet and calming encouragements in your ear, dousing the strain of your neck in tiniest kisses while he attempted another push to fit himself in.

“Let me in, come on… We’ll take care of you.” Peter never lied. You trusted him. You trusted him to not hold it against you if you couldn’t. If you decided to stop because it was too painful. You let out a few nervous breaths, your stomach flexing, and then came Jaime, rallying your will with wet yet delicate kisses, just the way you liked it, as a way to distract you. Little by little, you felt yourself give in, your muscles slacking the more they touched you everywhere, including your cock again. Your body was burning with heat not because of apprehension, but because they couldn’t take their hands off of you. You felt deified, like a god as Peter clamped his lips around your neck, his strong hands kneading at your ass, while Jaime moaned into your mouth, electrified by the sweet taste of your wet tongue.

You breathed.

You met Jaime’s gaze, then turned to kiss Peter on the lips after meeting his, moaning as Jaime began thumbing the head of your cock.

You trusted them.

Your mouth alternated from Peter’s to Jaime’s in a heavy and tense session. Greedy tongues reaching for whatever was laid before them, and you were sure Jaime and Peter briefly made out because they were so fucking lost in the heat of it all. Their passion and lust had poured a newfound energy into you within a cycle of heavy kisses. Tongues worshiped your body from the neck and shoulders down, and you felt weightless.

And you let Peter in.

Slowly, your hole stretched to accommodate the incoming cock, and you let out the most heart-swelling and cock-hardening groan when you felt the fattest part of Peter’s glans breached you, then a yelp when the entire cock-head slipped  inside of you abruptly.

“There we go, shh…” Peter’s hand ran down your arms, a sincere attempt to stabilize and calm the trembles in your body. His lips remained attached to the shell of your ear, whispering words that had gone from one ear, scrambling letters into gibberish in the process, and then out the other. “Slowly…” Peter said, more so to remind Jaime, and he nodded with assurance.

They gave you a second to recover while you held tight to Jaime’s shoulders. Sweat trickled down your chest, your spine, framed your forehead in droplets, as you rode the wave of pain. After subsiding the gut-wrenching pain with a few deep breathes, you gave them a nod, giving them the pass to continue.

“Fuck,” Jaime wished you didn’t press your face into his neck as you were sandwiched between the two of them. There was nothing more attractive than watching you suffer, as morbid as it sounded. He thought you looked beautifully broken, sounded beautiful too as you whimpered when either one of them moved their hips. With slow and methodical ruts, they gradually felt you relax with the occasional jerks. Peter’s cock slipped deeper into you when Jaime thrusted out, and gradually, they found a rhythm that worked for your comfort, opening you, stretching you out as their cocks rubbed stiffly against one another. “Feels so good—“

“You’re amazing, baby.” Peter assured you, a motivation for you to loosen your muscles again. He held your ass apart to ease their combative motions in, and once you let go through the careful and spoken truths that Jaime and Peter kept praising you with, the fear that you had latched onto and kept vaulted in the rigid of your body seemingly had been let go—thrust by thrust, you felt yourself opening up and things got much easier for you.

You panted, shoving yourself down and back so you were fully impaled on the cocks fucking you, confronting your fear and winning for Jaime and Peter. You have two cocks inside of you, taking two cocks whole, fucking your tight hole and spreading you open. You reminded yourself because it felt like a dream, whimpering when Jaime began going balls deep with every thrust, and Peter would follow in pursuit, holding your weight up and your ass open. 

Finally, you felt your cock harden again; the span of it springing into a familiar mass, taunting Jaime to move faster as your cock throbbed when he came down onto you, then a few dribbles of precum leaked when Peter came up. They let out a moan when they met in sync, occasionally fucking you with their cocks as one big mass, their voice rattled with rapture because you were taking them in so well, so inviting despite your ability to clench and hold around them. You don’t, because you were fucking free, wiggling your hips without a thought, without a single rhythm in debt to your ass, and the only beat you follow was the sound of your heart as it began to accelerate.

You can hear it soar, decibels rushing loud and alarming in your ears as they fucked and fucked more into you. Cocks rubbed as one, then Peter would purposely delay because he loved burying himself into you as a single unit, grounding your hips to him because you were his first, and you heard shards of spirit break into a gazillion pieces, a barrier that had protected your sanity.

All of that had exploded, fireworked itself into shooting stars when Peter doesn’t waste a second to pound up into you, his breath fogging the back of your neck, then your shoulder when he hooked over his chin to kiss you again, swallowing your whimpers to turn them into his own delectable moans.

Forget holding your legs back, Peter abandoned them and you were on your own, your limbs relying on your own core strength as you struggled to hold them up, while his cock drive madly into you, Jaime’s chasing after in equal, heavy ruts.

“I’m gonna cum—fuck.” You huffed, closing your eyes because you were so close. You felt yourself getting closer relying on the thought that you hadn’t even touched your cock because you were so distracted, so well-fucked that you didn’t need to be touched.

Like that, just like that, keep fucking me like that. And just like that, you cried out and your cock throbbed once, signaling a fountain of cum that would then shoot out of you like lava seconds after, and your pucker would clamp around their cocks moving inside of you, pounding into you. Thick ropes of cum landed over your chest, then on your face when the impact of their thrusts was forceful enough to give it some height, and your hole throbbed around their joined cocks because you relieved yourself with a throat-cutting shudder, goosebumps returning back to form from head to toe.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—“ Jaime repeated himself, fucking into you harder, deeper, faster. You felt his heavy pants on your chest when he leaned down to taste your cum, and then witnessed his eyes roll back when the taste was heavenly, a creamy merit that made the ache in his back worth it because you tasted so fucking good. You looked so fucking good, exhausted and melted, taking two cocks in you at once without a single complaint.

“Fuck.”

Jaime’s hands gripped your hips harder, and he let out a deep groan, burying his thick cock deep into you as he came. The weight of Jaime’s strong pulses drew multiple moans out of Peter, bursts of pleasure inflicting on the latter as he fucked into the hot flood of cum, fucking you sloppily with his cum-lathered cock, fucking alongside Jaime’s sensitive and swollen glans, vaulting it from leaking out of you.

It wouldn’t be long until Peter was triggered to let loose as well and spare you of his own thick loads with a raspy groan. He snapped his hips upwards once when he came, then delivered another hard snap to push out multiple strong and thick loads, and then another for good measure, because he was obsessed with how it felt to have his cock drowning in the creamy and warm mixture of his cum and Jaime’s. Your pucker throbbed, both of them completely breached inside of you to the hilt of their cocks, and your ass felt so fucking full—so fucking raw—knowing that you were double-stuffed with endless streams of their cum loads.

“Guys…” Your voice trembled, your muscles giving out as your legs dropped from fatigue, but they wouldn’t stop moving their cocks in you, sloshing their thick cum inside of you. Once your legs dropped, you felt a river of cum dribbling out of you, cold in its journey out of your ass, and you shivered despite being sandwiched by two warm bodies. “Mmf, tired…” 

One by one, they slipped out of you. Peter first, whimpering because he rubbed his sensitive cock against Jaime’s during its removal, making him twitch and shudder. Then Jaime, unwilling at first because you were so warm, but nonetheless unsheathed himself out because he was curious.

You didn’t know what they were doing, nor did you care, because exhaustion had caught up to you, reminding you that you barely had slept the night before, and now the physical strain on your body only added more to the overwhelming drive it could barely handle. You rolled flat on your stomach, nose-dived into the pillows, and then whined because a pair of hands wouldn’t stop kneading at your ass, spreading them wide open for your hole to expose itself.

And when you looked back over your shoulder, Jaime and Peter had their phones out, snapping photos of your violated hole; gaping and raw, and breached as cum was spilling out of it like a leak. It was the fucking hottest thing for them, mouth-watering, and when you scoffed and scanned their sweaty bodies, you swore their dicks twitched.

“You fucking rockstar.” Peter laughed, love-tapping your asscheek before joining you by your side. His hand never left your ass, a strong urge to relieve the pain, if you still had any, with comforting rubs and squeezes.

“Didn’t hurt you too much?” Jaime asked, smoothening his palm along your spine.

You silently shook your head, murmuring. “It was a good bonding exercise, don’t you think?” They laughed, and for a brief moment, Peter and Jaime exchanged a cordial look towards each other, approving the other with a firm nod.

“To new beginnings.”

Jaime joined you from behind, feeling an arm traverse from under your stomach, and pulled you closer until you were on your side and he was spooning you. You could hear both of their heartbeats running at full pace, then slowing as they sank their heads into the pillows, their breathing becoming shallow as they were just beginning to recover from their exertions. Gradually, Peter’s hand stopped rubbing your ass and after you looked back to see if Jaime was asleep, so was Peter, drifting off with a warmth that you wished would stick by you for eternity.

“To new beginnings...”

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The First One is On The House

Ningning fic once again a challenge given by @i-am-lifeform24

Length 2K

Ningning X Mreader

“Hello? Yes, I can fit her into my schedule. I should have an opening at 7. Later? I guess I could take her in after the show. Alright, I look forward to her visit.” You put the phone back on the receiver and walked back to the table; you were so looking forward to going home early for the evening when you got a call from that customer. You would've preferred taking the appointment for another day, but you wanted to keep your weekend free. You sit back in your office chair and stare at the ceiling before gazing at the clock hanging on the wall. Three hours, that’s how long you’d have to wait for your guest to arrive. 

Getting bored, you pulled out your phone and checked social media, seeing posts from stars from earlier in the day as they walked the red carpet for some fashion event nearby. You see a few of your usual clientele post pictures, liking them before moving on. Eventually, you get tired of that and begin some repetitive tasks, trying to seem busy as you wait for the client to arrive despite them arriving a couple of hours from now. 

Soon enough, you went back to looking at your phone, checking out photos from the event, and seeing the different kinds of people that went. You stopped on a picture of Ningning from the group Aespa when you heard the door open. It was your friend, a manager for various groups. “Sorry for getting here late. She just felt so tired during the show, and we thought it best to call you.”

“Just who is it? That they needed a massage so desperately? I could’ve had a nice evening for myself.”  

Your friend stands aside, letting his gues walk forward. “I’m sorry for making you stay late.” You recognize the woman as she bows her head; it’s Ningning. She was still in the same clothes you had seen in the picture a moment ago, a revealing short black dress that clung to her body.

You wave her off as you refocus. “It’s fine. Just prepare for the massage. I’m going to talk to your manager a bit.” You point the small woman toward a changing room and look back toward your friend. 

You see him heading out the door before you can say anything. “I’m going to get some food. I’ll be back in an hour.” 

“Hey!” The door shuts, and you’re left alone again. You head toward the window and watch him walk toward a nearby restaurant, shaking your head. “I’m gonna talk that guy's head off when he comes back.”

A small voice catches your attention, “I’m ready.” You turn back around to see Ningning covering herself with the towel provided. “Where did my manager go?”

“He went to go eat across the street. Anyway, please follow me.” You lead Ningning into one of the massage rooms and have her lie face down on the table. “I hope the clothing in there wasn’t too tight. I’m going to move the towel down now.” Ningning nods her head.

You move it down slowly, revealing the tan bra that was provided to all female guests who would rather not be naked. It was thick and padded, meant to be comfortable. Your eyes move down her back, noting her flawless skin. You lather your hands in an unscented oil, rubbing it in between your fingers before placing your hands on her lower back. You apply slight pressure on her back, dragging your thumbs away from the center of her body. “Did you have a good time at the fashion show?” 

“It was alright, but the chairs were so uncomfortable. My body started to ache from sitting in them.” 

“I see. Is there anywhere that aches specifically?” 

“I mean, my butt hurts,” Ningning says with a laugh. You just nod along, creating an awkward atmosphere. You kick yourself for not laughing at her joke. Continuing the massage, you move your way up her back, reaching her shoulder. You could feel the tension in them and increase your strength as you began to massage all the knots out. Ningning groans as she feels your hands dig into her shoulders and release the tension in them. “Ooh, that feels so good.” You focus your efforts on Ningning shoulders, and once they relax, you take a step back. 

“I’ll be moving down now.”

“That’s fine,” Ningning moans as she places her head on top of her hands. You move the towel up slightly, keeping her ass covered as you begin to work on her thighs. As you ran your hands across them, you could feel the toned muscles underneath. Working on the one nearest to you, you give her thigh a strong squeeze.

Feeling your hands move across her thighs, Ningning feels her body getting warmer. She used her hands to cover her mouth, struggling to keep her groans from filling the room. Your hands felt good; Ningning could feel a growing wetness between her legs as your finger brushed against the inside of her thigh. Her cheeks begin to turn red as you switch to the other side, starting the process over again. When you accidentally squeeze her thigh a bit too hard, Ningning couldn’t hide her moan—letting the long, smooth sound of her voice fill the room before catching herself. She buries her head in her hands, too embarrassed to look anywhere in the room. You try to ignore it and continue on.

Needing Ningning to turn onto her back, you finally speak up, “Ningning, I finished with your backside; I need you to turn over.”

“O-okay,” She turns herself over slowly, glancing your way. You began to massage her arms, and as you got to her shoulders, you noticed Ningning continually glancing at you.  Nearing her chest, Ningning groaned again. She rubbed her legs together, growing more aroused as your hands glided along her body. Moving down to her legs, you noticed the wet spot between Ningning’s legs, and she knew it too.

You tried to ignore it, but Ningning continued to rub her legs together as you tried to massage her. “I…I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need to be sorry. We’ll just stop here.”

Ningning grabs your hand. “Wait!” She let go briefly before grabbing your hand again. “I-is there any other services you offer?” You understand what she means. Ningning’s voice grew smaller as she went on. “I mean, I see in videos that sometimes masseurs offer special services. Is that an option here?” You were about to reply when Ningning placed your hand on her breast. I can pay you. I-my body just feels really good when you touch it.”

You had to admit that Ningning was a beautiful woman that you’d be lucky to have sex with, and you considered your options. You look at the clock on the wall; half an hour has passed. Knowing your friend, he’d likely be going for seconds right about now and want to take his time getting back. “Alright.” Ningning gives you a soft smile and lets go of your hand. You place it over her slit, the briefs she was wearing keeping your away. Still, it was enough to make her groan. Like the bra provided, the briefs were meant to keep customers more comfortable. Ningning stares at you with lustful eyes as she squirms on the table.  You snake your hand under the briefs and drench your fingers in her nectar as you slide your hands along her slit. Feeling your fingers touch her sends Ningning over the edge; you watch her toes curls and eyes shut as she cums at that moment. “I’m sorry. It’s my first time,” She mumbles.

“I…figured.” You reply as you begin pulling down the briefs. Ningning covered her face, her shyness taking over. You turn her body towards you before dropping your pants. Ningning’s eyes become glued to your growing bulge. “It’s not polite to stare.”

“It just looks so big.” Her comment makes you chuckle. You pull down your underwear, revealing your cock to the young woman. She reaches toward it without uttering a word; you feel her soft hand wrap around the tip. “It’s so warm…”

“So you’ve used toys?”

“...yes,” She says shamefully. 

“It’s natural, Ningning. No need to be ashamed, but let’s see how the real thing compares.” You tell her as you take a step forward and rub the tip of your cock against her slit. Ningning whimpers and stares at your cock as it runs along her cunt. You lean in, kissing her neck softly as you push your head against her cunt. She wraps her arms around you, holding you closely as she begins to fill the room with her moans. You feel her walls squeezing your cock as you push inside of her. 

“Ahh, hold on,” Ningning moans, her hands gripping your shirt. You stop moving, giving her time to adjust. You pepper her with kisses as you wait, softly squeezing her body. “You can move now.”

You push more of your cock into Ningning, watching her expression carefully. You see her shut her eyes and moan as you bury yourself inside her. Her walls are tightly wrapped around your cock, rubbing against the head. You begin thrusting slowly, holding onto her hips to keep her in place. Each thrust brings out more moans from Ningning.

The small woman holds you tightly, wrapping her legs around you as you thrust deeply into her. You could feel Ningning’s walls tighten around your cock, as she neared another climax. “I’m cumming again,” She whimpered. “I’m going to cum.”

You speed up your thrusts, making her cry out from pleasure. You feel her thighs squeeze your sides as she cums. You continue thrusting into Ningning, making her let out a high-pitched whine. Each one was driving her crazy as you overstimulate her. You force your tongue into her mouth as her eyes roll into the back of her head. 

Ningning’s arms lose strength. Falling onto her back, Ningning lets out weak moans. You revel in the feeling of her walls clamping down on your cock. When you feel your orgasm coming, you begin to slow down. You pull out entirely and turn Ningning onto her stomach. You press your cock against her cunt, holding onto her waist with one hand. You ram the length of your cock back inside the petite woman, slipping in with ease. As you drive your cock in and out of Ningning, you watch her ass bounce as it slaps against your body. “You’re so tight, Ningning. I’m getting pretty close to cumming.”

“Cum…” Ningning mumbles as her head bobs with every thrust. You feel yourself getting closer. Your hands dig into Ningning’s flesh. 

“Where do you want it?” You ask as you ram your cock deep into her cunt. Ningning doesn’t respond to the question, only repeating the word cum. You make the quick decision to pull out, knowing it would only cause trouble if she got pregnant. You pull out at the last moment, painting her back as you spurt cum onto her. Ningning feels the warm cum hit her back, groaning as her mind slowly returns to her. 

You check the clock; your friend should be back in a few minutes. You grab a few towels and wipe the cum off Ningning's back. “Your manager is going to be coming back soon. You better get changed.” 

“Manager?” Ningning slowly blinks as she realizes. He’ll be coming back soon. She struggles to stand up, and you’re forced to help her get into the changing room while you clean up. You wait by the entrance for her manager to show up, and soon enough, he appears. 

“I’m back.” He says with a burp. “Where’s Ningning?”

“You really didn’t hold back on eating, did ya? Did you get me anything?”

“Uh, no, sorry.” Ningning steps out of the changing room looking like she did when she first stepped foot inside, the only difference being her slightly frazzled hair. “Oh, there you are.”

“Sorry for the wait. I struggled with the heels.” 

“That’s okay. Let’s get you back to the dorms. Thanks for dealing with her.” Ningning nods her head and follows her manager out the door, picking up a business card before giving you a wink and leaving.

#kpop smut #male reader #m reader #aespa smut #ningning smut

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PT 3 "I'm falling on my knees, Forgive me, I'm a fucking fool"

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆synopsis: Being trapped in Levi's 'family gathering' event by a snowstorm takes a unexpected turn as past hidden truth finally reveal themselves.

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆contains: modern au! everyone, grovelling!eren, connie x reader, levi x reader, eren x reader. everyone is alive and well.

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆wc: 7.9K.

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆tw: swearing, manipulation mentioned.

⋆｡˚୨୧˚｡⋆ Here is: part 1 and part 2

“Are you gonna keep staring at that window?” Mikasa asks crossing her arms as she addresses you and your attitude. You’re still facing the window contemplating which storm you’d rather be in but you remember the promise you made to your friends, that you wouldn’t leave where you currently are until the storm dies down. You tug on your shirt, fidgeting with the cotton design as you wonder how you’re going to get through this mess.

“Hello, do I know you?”

You know it’s a lame attempt but all the guests are still here and the last thing you want is for a confrontation or a fight between you and them. You see Historia scoff, Ymir smirk, Sasha gasping and a hand to her mouth as if what you just said was a grave sin, Jean unimpressed, Connie crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows in a manner of ‘are you fucking for real right now’ and Eren still staring at you, eyes mixed with multiple emotions ranging from guilt, confusion, anxiety, and yearning.

“You’re not fucking funny.” Historia begins rolling her eyes at you as she stares at you disinterested in your whole act. You constantly remind yourself to be the bigger person and not nitpick on certain sentences that rub you off the wrong way.

“I wasn’t trying to be funny, I’m Levi’s friend, it’s nice to meet you all.”

You think that maybe by continuing the act, they will eventually move on and focus on something else. But your attempt to defuse the tension only seems to make things worse. Eren's gaze intensifies with guilt, and you can practically feel the weight of his unspoken words bearing down on you.

Mikasa steps forward, her expression unreadable as she studies you. "nice sense of humor you've developed" she comments dryly.

You offer a weak smile, feeling the pressure mounting with each passing second. "Well, there's a first time for everything, right?"

Before anyone else can respond adding fuel to the tension, Levi appears in the doorway, a concerned furrow in his brow as he takes in the scene before him. "What's going on here?"

You mentally thank Levi for intervening, grateful for the interruption. Mikasa gestures towards you with a subtle tilt of her head, and Levi's gaze follows her motion. You can see the confusion flicker across his features as he tries to make sense of the situation.

"Do you know these brats?" Levi asks, his tone a mixture of curiosity and suspicion as he turns to you for an explanation.

You can't bring yourself to lie to him and tell him you don't know each other. Levi's good at reading people, especially you and you'd hate to have this go in a roundabout so you come clean and tell him.

"Knew, I don't know them anymore," you say as you clasp your hands together and nod at them. You offer a small smile, perhaps more than they deserve, but you do so anyway. Then, without waiting for any further exchange, you pick up Levi's comedy book and grab him by his elbow, gently but firmly.

"Let's head to your office for a moment," you suggest, the urgency evident in your tone.

Levi gives you a questioning look, but he trusts your judgment enough to follow your lead without protest, well other than a small annoyed 'tch'. As you guide him through the crowd, you can feel the weight of multiple gazes on you ranging from confusion to jealousy, including, his silent curiosity hanging in the air.

You don't look behind your shoulder as you leave the dining area. Once you reach Levi's office, you close the door behind you, enveloping the space in a sense of privacy. You take a moment to compose yourself, gathering your thoughts before you turn to face Levi. You hold up the satirical book in front of him and wave it around.

"Didn't know you had a bone of humor in you, Levi."

"Cut the shit."

You huff, this man never fails to know when you're flat-out lying. You pause for a moment, caught off guard by Levi's directness. His sharp gaze pierces through your facade, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. Taking a deep breath, you lower the book, the playful wave forgotten in the face of Levi's seriousness.

"Okay, fine," you give up, dropping the act. "I just wanted to lighten the mood up a bit."

Levi eyes you skeptically, his expression unreadable. "And how's that working out for you?"

You sigh as you stare at his bookshelf, you don't know what to do, it's like you've hit a wall, a large hard brick wall. You know you can't keep avoiding the elephant in the room, but you also dread the thought of addressing it head-on. You turn back to face Levi, mustering up the courage to broach the subject that has been hanging over you like an unexorcised spirit.

"I want this night to go well for you and for everyone, we've spent the whole day preparing and it's gonna suck if it gets ruined from something so trivial" You begin carefully choosing your words as you fidget around with the book unable to look him in the eyes.

"I'm not following." He says back. Levi's response catches you off guard, and you struggle to find the right words to convey your thoughts without sounding too dramatic or making the situation worse.

"Sorry, I thought we were on the same page." you begin, your voice slightly shaky unable to make an 'old man' joke about Levi's understanding problems. "I had a fallout with your cousin and her friends and I really don't want to confront or be confronted so I'm trying to keep things on low profile."

Levi's brows knit together in a mixture of concern and confusion as he processes your words. He leans back against his desk, folding his arms across his chest, a thoughtful expression crossing his features.

"You had a fallout with them?" Levi repeats, his tone laced with disbelief and questioning. "What happened?"

You shift uncomfortably under Levi's scrutinizing gaze, feeling the weight of the situation bearing down on you. You knew this conversation wouldn't be easy, but you hadn't anticipated just how difficult it would be to explain yourself to Levi, someone you've grown to respect and admire. Levi sees this and he doesn't want to intrude upon you and your feelings so he interjects before you can speak

"You don't have to tell me just rank it from 1-10."

You appreciate Levi's consideration, and his willingness to give you space to process your emotions. Taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you ponder Levi's question, mentally ranking the fallout with Eren and his friends on a scale of one to ten.

"Personally, I'd say an eight." you finally reply, your voice quiet but steady. "It made me want to leave states and go no contact so it was pretty serious then."

Levi nods, his expression thoughtful as he absorbs your answer. "And how serious is it now?"

You shrug your shoulders and smile a bit though the gesture feels somewhat forced given the weight of the situation.

"Nowhere near as serious as then, probably a 5 or a 3," you answer honestly, your voice soft but resolute. "I wouldn't be as outgoing as I am if I dwelled on the past."

Levi nods in understanding, his gaze is unwavering as he listens intently to your response. He is pretty proud of you, most people aren't capable of doing such a thing which makes Levi's expression soften, a hint of admiration gleaming in his eyes as he regards you but goes unnoticed by you obviouslyThough Levi would never openly express such sentiment, especially not to your face, he harbours a quiet respect for you, tucked away in the depths of his heart. But in moments like these, when he witnesses your unwavering resolve and beautiful forgiving spirit, it's impossible for him not to feel a sense of pride in your accomplishments.

Levi nods subtly, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he redirects his attention to the task at hand. Despite his outward demeanor, you can't help but feel a sense of warmth emanating from him, a silent reassurance that he's there for you, even if he doesn't say it outright.

Levi clears his throat, breaking the silence that envelops the room. "Well, regardless of the past, I appreciate you being here tonight," he says, his tone gruff, low but sincere. "So, how do you want to go about it?"

You feel your heart internally sob at Levi's soft yet gruff

"I think the best action is to just keep a low profile," you suggest, your voice calm and measured. "I'm going to avoid any unnecessary confrontation and try to enjoy the night as much as possible."

Levi nods in understanding, his gaze steady as he listens to your plan. He respects your decision, knowing that sometimes the best course of action is to minimize conflict so he keeps a mental note in his mind to step in if things get out of hand, that's the least he can do for you for inconveniencing you for all this and practically being trapped because of the snowstorm.

Levi observes your demeanor, noting the relief evident in your posture and expression. There's a glimmer in your eyes that doesn't go unnoticed by him, a silent gratitude that speaks volumes. He's accustomed to people keeping their distance, to maintaining a certain level of detachment. Your openness catches him off guard, stirring something within him that he's not entirely comfortable with but he sort of. . . likes? He likes the way you bring out emotions in him that he's long since buried, the way you challenge his deadpans and stoic nature. He's uncertain about how to process it all but in the midst of this, there's something else bubbling in his chest… curiosity.

Meanwhile in the dining room

As Levi and you converse in his office, the atmosphere in the dining room remains tense, with whispers and side glances exchanged among the 'friend group'. Jean, unable to contain his disbelief, blurts out, "She's actually here?"

The room falls momentarily silent as all eyes turn towards Jean. His outburst breaks the thin veneer of composure that had settled over the gathering, and the tension ratchets up another notch.

Eren, sitting nearby, shifts uncomfortably in his seat. His gaze flickers between Jean and the door, where he knows you and Levi are having your conversation. There's a mix of emotions swirling within him – guilt, regret, and a longing to bridge the void that has formed between you and his group of friends.

Connie, though visibly annoyed by the disruption, can't help but feel a twinge of relief at the sight of you. Despite the fallout and the unresolved issues, he's glad to see you back again, even if it's under less-than-ideal circumstances.

Sasha, ever the empathetic one, senses the tension in the air and immediately decides to take action. She pulls out her phone, shooting a quick message to Armin and the others to inform them about your unexpected appearance.

Meanwhile, Mikasa remains silent, her expression unreadable as she watches the unfolding drama. She knows that things between you and Eren's group are far from resolved, and she's unsure of what to expect next.

Connie, unable to contain his frustration any longer, rises from his seat with a pointed glare at Eren. "Must be nice," he says, loud enough for those nearby to hear, "acting like you're the victim when you're the one pulling the strings."

The room falls into an uncomfortable silence as Connie's words hang in the air, the tension palpable between him and Eren. Eren's friends shift uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond to Connie's passive-aggressive accusation. They all know it's somewhat true and that makes things even worse.

Mikasa steps forward, her voice calm but firm. "Let's not do this here," she says, her eyes darting between Connie and Eren. "We'll talk about it later when we can all sit down and have a proper conversation."

"Oh? When is that, Mikasa? When the storm dies down and [Name] is long gone?" Connie retorts back, rolling his eyes at Mikasa's usual protective behavior of Eren regardless of whether he's wrong or right.

Connie refuses to back down, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. "I'm just saying it how it is," he replies, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "We all know who's really at fault here."

Eren shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his guilt weighing heavily on him as he avoids meeting anyone's gaze. He knows he needs to say something, to address the tension that hangs in the air like a heavy fog, but the words slip past him.

"Let's not make this any messier than it already is," Jean interjects, his tone a mix of concern and exasperation.

Connie's frustration boils over as he shoots back at Jean, his voice laced with bitterness. "You're no fucking better, so zip it"

Jean's brows furrow in response to Connie's biting remark, a flash of hurt crossing his features before he regains his composure. "I'm trying to prevent things from escalating," he retorts, his voice strained but firm. "We don't need any more drama tonight."

Connie's frustration simmers beneath the surface as he takes a deep breath, attempting to quell the turmoil raging within him. He can't shake the feeling of longing that gnaws at his insides, the ache of missing you, and the camaraderie you once shared. You were more than just a friend to him; you were his confidante, his partner in crime, his rock to his roll. The image of you replaying in his mind even though you're just in another room, he's determined to bring back the bond you once had. With a sigh, he realizes that confronting Eren won't solve anything; it'll only add fuel to the fire.

Kuchel strides into the room with Carla at her side, her presence commanding attention as she surveys the scene before her. With a warm smile, she claps her hands together, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

"Alright, children," she begins, her tone light but firm. "Us elders need instructions on how to play this Gen-Z game."

Kuchel's playful demeanor brings a sense of levity to the room as she playfully teases the younger guests. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she takes Eren by the hand, her grip firm but gentle as she leads him toward the table.

"You're a smart one, Eren," she says, her voice filled with pride. "I'm sure you can teach us a thing or two about this game."

Eren is flustered at the unexpected praise, feeling a sense of validation from Kuchel's words. He nods pathetically, grateful for the opportunity to teach them.

As they approach the table, Kuchel turns her attention to the rest of the group, her smile widening as she takes in their eager expressions.

"Alright, everyone," she announces, her voice carrying across the room. "Let's get seated and ready to play. And where is my dear son? Oh, and pretty Miss [Name]"

The group exchanges glances, realization dawning on them as they remember Levi's absence. Mikasa speaks up, her voice tinged with concern. "They're in the office, Auntie. I'll go get them."

Kuchel nods in acknowledgment, her focus already shifting back to the game at hand. "Alright. Thank you, dear. Let's get started, shall we? They can join us later."

Mikasa doesn't eavesdrop or even linger around, she swiftly makes her way to the office, knocks loud enough for the both of you to hear and tells you 'Auntie Kuchel wants us to play a game'.

Kuchel suggests playing "Never Have I Ever," and the group reacts with a mix of nerves and curiosity. Despite the tension in the room, they all agree to give it a shot, hoping it'll help take their minds off the underlying conflicts. So far, most of the elderly family members have gone upstairs with the help of Carla as the journey here was already exhausting. So the people left huddled in a circle in the living room are just, Carla, Connie, Eren, Historia, Jean, Kuchel, Mikasa, Sasha, and Ymir.

As you and Levi enter the room, you're immediately met with a wall of tension that seems to thicken the air. The stares from Sasha and her friends feel like daggers, their unspoken feelings hanging heavy in the room.

Kuchel, ever the peacemaker, takes charge of the situation, her velvety voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "Make room, children," she commands, her tone firm but gentle. "[Name], come sit next to me, sweetie."

Relieved by the distraction, you follow Kuchel's welcome, making your way to the vacant seat beside her and Levi who also sits next to you. The warmth of her presence is a welcome respite from the tense reception you've received from the others.

Once settled, Kuchel suggests they continue their game of "Never Have I Ever," sensing the need for a lighthearted distraction. The group hesitates for a moment, still reeling from the revelations of the previous rounds, but ultimately lets it happen, as it happens to be the only thing able to break the palpable tension in the room. Little did they know.

As Kuchel suggests starting the game in a circular motion, the tension in the room thickens, a palpable weight settling over each person as she hands out paddles with text written on both sides' I HAVE' and 'I HAVE NEVER'. Historia, with her cautious yet bright smile, is the first to respond, her eyes betraying her bright attitude.

"Sure!" She exclaims clasping her hands together before thinking of a funny one. "Never have I ever Googled myself."

As Historia makes her playful admission, a small chuckle escapes the lips of those gathered around the table. Carla, with a playful glint in her eye, leans forward, her voice teasing yet affectionate.

"Well, aren't you just the little celebrity," Carla quips, her tone lighthearted. "Not all of us have the luxury of Googling ourselves without stumbling upon a million fan pages."

As the paddles flip to reveal the responses, a mix of amusement and curiosity dances in the air. Connie, Eren, Historia, Jean, and Sasha all sheepishly display their "I HAVE" paddles, their confessions met with knowing glances and playful teasing from the others. While you and the rest flip to 'I HAVE NEVER'. You feel thankful as the tension dies down, all you need is to get through this one night and finally go home.

It's now Sasha's turn. Sasha takes a moment to ponder her confession, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she considers her options. Finally, with a sly grin, she flips her paddle to reveal her chosen statement.

"Never have I ever eaten food off someone else's plate without asking," Sasha announces, her voice filled with playful mischief.

A chorus of laughter erupts around the table as everyone reveals their responses. Sasha, Jean, and Connie proudly display their "I HAVE" paddles, and their confessions are met with good-natured teasing from the others. Meanwhile, you and a few others confidently hold up your "I HAVE NEVER" paddles, relishing the opportunity to maintain a sense of innocence amidst the playful chaos.

Next, it's Jean's turn. His mind seemingly drifting away from the tension of the moment, clears his throat before settling on a confession. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he speaks up.

"Never have I ever been arrested."

You watch as Sasha, Connie, Ymir, and Eren?slowly flip their paddles to reveal the "I HAVE" side, their expressions a mix of amusement and defiance. Meanwhile, you and a handful of others maintain your innocence, holding steadfast to the "I HAVE NEVER" side.

"So, explain.."Historia nudges, her voice gentle but curious, as all eyes turn to Ymir, Sasha, Connie, and Eren, awaiting their response.

"I accidentally ate an art piece when I thought it was actual food," Sasha confesses with a sheepish grin, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she recalls the embarrassing incident.

"We were literally at a museum, you did it on purpose," Connie interjects, his tone teasing but affectionate as he playfully nudges Sasha with his elbow.

"I accidentally got arrested, someone swatted me and that caused me to get arrested while on stream, so there's that," Connie recalls.

Sasha reaches out, laying a hand on Connie's arm. "I remember that," she says softly, her voice laced with sympathy and a small chuckle. "It was so awful, you had like so many bruises after that"

Connie replies with a small 'yeah' and you feel bad, people can be real scum, you think wondering if Connie had laughed it off or dwelled on it.

"I got deliberately arrested, I punched an asshole who deserved it so no regrets" Eren confesses, shrugging as he fidgets with his bracelet, and your eyes widen as you recognize it. It's the azure frog bracelet you custom made for him on his birthday and told him you specifically found the hex color of his eyes and your eyes combined and made the bracelet with the exact same color with charms that read 'friends forever' and 'always together'.

"He's always been the rebellious type," Carla remarks with a soft chuckle, her tone tinged with fondness as she regards Eren. "Punching someone is the least of our worries if I'm being honest."

Eren shrugs nonchalantly, his expression betraying a hint of defiance. "He had it coming," he mutters under his breath, his gaze flickering briefly to you and widening as he sees you looking back at him as he immediately looks back down on the floor to prevent his stomach from churning feelings.

Kuchel clears her throat, wanting to keep the game going. "Well, isn't this a lively game?" she says, her voice light and cheerful, though you can detect a hint of concern beneath the facade. "Let's keep it moving, shall we?"

It's now Connie's turn.

"Never have I ever…" Connie seems to be in a state of indecisiveness, not knowing whether to confront you discreetly in this game or just keep it going. He decides on the former, obviously, Connie isn't Connie without stirring something up. "Abandoned my friends over a misunderstanding."

As Connie's words hang in the air, a hush falls over the table, the weight of his confession palpable amidst the tense atmosphere. His gaze lingers on you for the entire time, almost attacking you in a way, a silent challenge hidden within the depths of his eyes, before he flips his paddle to reveal the "I HAVE NEVER" side and smirks.

So does Eren, Jean, Mikasa, Sasha, Ymir, Historia, Kuchel, Carla, Levi, and obviously you. You've never done that, and you don't know what he's implying, but whatever it is, you hope he stops it.

"You should put that down, [Name]." Connie provokes, his voice low as his eyes never leave yours, he's content like this, gazing into your eyes and mentally taking a picture of how pretty you look, his eyes holding a depth of emotion that you struggle to decipher.

"I have never done such a thing, so I'll leave it up thanks." You reply firmly, your tone tinged with a hint of defiance. Despite the tension crackling between you, you stand your ground, unwilling to back down in the face of Connie's provocation.

"Are you sure?" Connie's question hangs in the air, his gaze piercing as he awaits your response. You feel the weight of everyone's stare on you as you try to understand at what he's hinting at, but you fail. It's too vague, too foggy to see clearly.

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Alright, I'll change my play then," Connie replies, giving up confronting you and turning his head to the side to glare at Eren. " Never Have I Ever, made someone abandon their friends over a misunderstanding." He says emphasizing each word of the game.

As Connie redirects his question towards Eren, the tension in the room thickens once again. Eren's expression tightens, his jaw clenching as he meets Connie's gaze with a mixture of defiance and unease. The atmosphere becomes charged with anticipation, each person holding their breath as they wait for Eren's response. Eren feels guilty, yes, however, he also hates the position Connie has put him in, with no way out.

Connie starts, flipping his paddle to 'I HAVE NEVER', and everyone else follows suit Now all that is left is Eren, and his mother being his mother can't help but want to interject in between this whole ordeal but gets stopped by Kuchel who whispers something to her that calms her down and makes her rethink her judgement.

Eren hesitates for a moment, his eyes flickering with conflicting emotions. Finally, he flips his paddle to reveal the "I HAVE" side, his confession echoing loudly in the silence that follows.

"Go on then, tell the story." Connie prompts, his voice cutting through the silent and tense atmosphere like a knife. His eyes glared into Eren's side profile, sarcastic yet tinged with a hint of curiosity about how this would all play out.

"I. . ." Eren hesitates, his voice barely above a whisper as he gathers his thoughts. The weight of everyone's stare feels like a physical pressure on his shoulders, pressing him to reveal the truth, to confront the past he'd rather forget.

"It was a few years back," Eren begins, his voice strained with emotion. "I created a misunderstanding between someone close to me and the rest of my friends by manipulating an audio out of its original context, I was selfish and wanted everything about them to myself, their darkest secret, their secret hobbies, the little things that make them happy, I wanted that all to be confided in me, so I thought if I make her hate everyone else, maybe they'd promote me to being their best friend instead of just a friend."

As Eren's words hang in the air, a heavy silence settles over the room, each syllable of his confession echoing with the weight of his regret. You're practically hugging the tension by now, it's thick. You look at Eren as he pours his heart out, confessing to his crimes and hoping to be accepted again.

"And it totally backfired, The person I longed for, the person I wanted all to myself was gone within a few days, I gained nothing and lost everything," Eren continues, his voice trembling with emotion. "I let my own insecurities and desires cloud my judgment, and in doing so, I created a huge void between the friendship of many."

His admission is met with a mixture of reactions from those gathered around the table. Mikasa's expression softens with understanding, while Connie's features harden with resentment. Sasha looks on with a mixture of sympathy and disappointment, her gaze shifting between Eren and the others. You put two and two together, this is about you. This whole thing is about you,

"So yes, I did make someone abandon their friends over a misunderstanding, and yes, I dread it every day," Eren's voice wavers with the weight of his admission. His eyes flicker briefly to yours, a silent plea for forgiveness hidden within their depths, before he averts his gaze, unable to bear the intensity of the moment. "But if I had the chance to undo it all, I'd probably revert time back to when we were strangers so that I'd never be able to hurt them."

That hits you hard, you never thought he felt that way and blamed himself to that severity. You're just as awful as him, you never double-checked on your friends, you just went along with whatever Eren had manipulated leaving behind everyone. This includes Connie who looks at you to see the realisation form in your eyes and face. He smiles a genuine smile for the longest time in a while. He doesn't blame you one bit, all he wants is for you to come back.

"I'm sorry, truly. I'll head to bed first." Eren says, his voice filled with remorse as he rises from the floor. His gaze lingers on you for a moment, a silent plea for understanding evident in his eyes, before he turns and makes his way out of the room. His mother and Mikasa are quick to follow after him, this causes Historia, Ymir, and Sasha to also bid their goodnights to the Kuchel and go to their designated rooms for the night.

"Poor kids, the lot of you, hope you all figure it out peacefully." Kuchel begins before ruffling Levi's head and giving you a side hug. "I'm also a bit tired, so goodnight children."

As the others disperse for the night, leaving only Connie, Jean, you, and Levi in the room, a heavy silence settles over the space. The events of the evening weigh heavily on everyone's minds, casting a somber mood over the atmosphere.

Levi is the last to leave, mustering the courage to pat your back a bit. "I'll be in my office." if you need anything is what he leaves out but you understand, you finish it off for him in your head.

With a nod of gratitude directed to him, you watch him leave as he heads to his office. You make a mental reminder to tell him to go to bed later on.

"So now you know the truth," Jean begins, his voice somber as he looks at you with a mixture of sympathy and concern. "I'm sorry you had to hear all that tonight. It must be a lot to take in."

"Yeah a bit, but what's worse is having to see Eren blame himself that much over a trivial misunderstanding," you explain, frustration creeping into your voice.

"I'm sorry, what?" Connie scoffs, shaking his head as he looks at you with utter confusion written on his face. "Trivial? the same trivial that made you go no contact for 4 fucking years, [Name]."

"It wasn't trivial then," you admit, your voice softening as you recall the pain of those years. "Back then, my whole world was crumbling, but now it is trivial."

"Makes sense, I'm guessing you've evolved as 10 times more wonderful as you were before," Jean comments, his tone sincere as he offers you a supportive smile.

"It wasn't trivial for me, not all of these years, not one bit," Connie interjects, his voice firm and sincere, his eyes locked with yours. The weight of his words hangs heavily in the air as you curse yourself for your choice of words.

"Of course, I'm sorry," you respond, your voice softening with remorse. "In my eyes, you were in the wrong, not me, so it was easy to push myself past it. But since you're not anymore, I can't imagine how it must've been for you."

"When you apologize so sincerely, it's hard for me to stay mad at you," Connie admits, his tone softening as he looks at you with a mixture of relief and understanding. There's a glimmer of forgiveness in his eyes, a silent reassurance that he's willing to let go of the past and move forward with you.

You feel a weight lift from your shoulders at his words, a sense of gratitude washing over you for his willingness to forgive. "You've always been soft-hearted so no surprise there." you chuckle, grateful for his understanding.

"So you're all famous, how'd that miracle happen?" you inquire, changing the subject to something lighter and joking with them.

Connie chuckles, scratching his head. "Beats me, I just followed what me and you brainstormed on YouTube ideas and then instantly I gained views after view after views."

"Speaking of you, hope you won't sue us," Jean adds with a playful grin, "You practically produced every song on our albums"

"Well you know my name, isn't that enough credit?" you retort with a smirk, your tone lighthearted as you play along with the teasing.

"Apparently there's this whole law section to it, where we'd need to know where you are, your bank account, and other sticky law stuff."

"Right, well I can't really blame you then, Can I?" You yawn, feeling the fatigue creeping in after the long and emotionally charged evening. The weight of the day's events hangs heavily on your shoulders, and the warmth of nostalgia is slowly being replaced by the heaviness of exhaustion.

"Yeah, I guess not," Connie replies with a sympathetic smile, noticing your tired demeanor. "You should get some rest, [Name]. It's been a long day."

You stand up from the floor, feeling the weariness in your limbs as you stretch out the kinks from sitting for so long. With a tired but grateful smile, you nod at Connie and Jean, acknowledging their concern who are now also standing up.

"I need to catch up with Levi, so you guys go hit the beds first," you say, motioning towards the door. You feel a pang of guilt at the distance that has grown between you and your friends, wishing things could be as they once were, free of misunderstanding and conflict.

But before Connie and Jean can leave, you stop them in their tracks. "I'm sorry, Con," you say, your voice laced with sincerity as you reach out to hug them both tightly. "And you too, Jean. I've missed you guys more than words can say."

Connie and Jean return the hug with equal fervor, their embrace a comforting reminder of the bond you once shared. "I missed you more," Connie murmurs, his voice soft with emotion. "Yeah, it's good to have you back," Jean adds, his tone warm and welcoming.

"Okay, goodnight y'all before you make me cry," you say with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood as tears threaten to well up in your eyes. With a final squeeze, you release Connie and Jean from the hug, feeling a sense of warmth and gratitude wash over you at their understanding and forgiveness.

As they bid you goodnight and head off to their rooms, you watch them go with a renewed sense of hope and determination. You sigh in amazement at how everything is all aligned together, almost pre-written.

You head to Levi's office, but before you can enter, you notice the balcony door open, inviting in a chilly breeze from the snowstorm dying down. Your curiosity gets the best of you, and you find yourself drawn to the balcony, wondering who might be there and what might they be doing out there. With cautious steps, you approach the door and peek outside, finding Eren standing against the railing, gazing out into the night sky smoking a cig.

You hesitate at the threshold, the cool night air swirling around you as you watch Eren, his silhouette outlined against the moonlit sky. There's a heaviness in the air, a palpable tension that hangs between you, unspoken words lingering in the space like ghosts of the past.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts, unsure of how to proceed. Part of you wants to retreat, to leave Eren to his solitude and spare yourself the agony of confronting the memories that flood your mind at the sight of him. But another part of you, a stubborn and persistent part, urges you to stay, to face him head-on and finally address the unresolved issues that have haunted you for so long.

As you step onto the balcony, the sound of your footsteps seems to echo in the quiet night air. Eren turns as he hears you approach, his movements stiffening as he stubs out his cigarette and mumbles an apology. His attempt to leave is met with your firm resolve, and you reach out to close the door behind you, cutting off any chance of escape.

"Eren, wait," you say, your voice steady despite the turmoil raging within you. "We need to talk."

He hesitates, his hand hovering over the door handle, his expression guarded as he meets your gaze. There's not much tension between you, he just feels guilty and the presence you're presenting yourself is welcoming and forgiving.

He nods slowly, his expression serious as he takes a step closer to you. "I know," he says, his voice tinged with regret. "There are things I need to say, things I need to apologize for."

"Let's do it then," you reply, your voice soft but resolute as you meet his gaze. "I'm listening."

Eren takes a deep breath, his eyes reflecting a tumult of emotions as he gathers his thoughts. "I want to apologize," he begins, his voice tinged with sincerity, guilt, and blame. "For everything. For the pain I caused you, for the misunderstandings, for the distance between us."

You feel a pang of sympathy at his words, recognizing the genuine remorse in his voice. "I appreciate your apology, Eren," you say, your tone gentle but firm. "But there's something I want you to understand."

He nods, his expression somber as he waits for you to continue.

"I honestly never blamed you or anyone else for that matter, yes I was a bit sad but I never held resentment against any of you. You shouldn't either."

Eren's somber expression softens, a flicker of surprise crossing his features at your unexpected confession. He takes a moment to process your words, his gaze searching yours for any hint of insincerity. Finding none, he lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, a weight lifting from his shoulders at your forgiveness.

"I'd never forgive me," he murmurs, his voice tinged with anger, only ever directed at himself. "But I still feel responsible, you know? Responsible for the pain I caused you and everyone but mostly you, for the years that went by all because of my actions."

"I'm past that, Eren. You should be too. Learn how to forgive yourself in this process." Your words seem to strike a chord with Eren, his gaze softening as he listens to your reassurance. He takes a moment to absorb your advice, his expression thoughtful as he considers your words.

"If it was anybody else, I think it'd be a bit easier to forgive myself. But it's you, [Name], and you're thousands of worlds apart from anyone else." He confesses, eyes looking down at the floor of the balcony as he avoids your gaze.

"If we want to move past this, You need to come to terms with the fact that we all make mistakes, Eren. It's how we recover from them." You remind him, your words hanging in the air until Eren fully understands them.

He chuckles, still staring at the ground as he thinks about how truly amazing you are. He can't believe he ever let someone like you out of his grasp. You're so kind and loving and welcoming and… and just perfect. He feels the insides of his sides tingle, either from the cold breeze of the wind or his admiration for you, he's unsure but he knows that he now has the chance to hold on to you a little tighter, a second chance at being your friend and that's a blessing he'll never take for granted again.

"Promise?" You ask, tilting your head downwards to get a good look at him.

"Promise" He replies, his voice filled with conviction. He swears to himself that he'll never wrong you again, even if his life is on the line. He's serious about you and won't let any more mistakes deter him from you.

"Then, c'mere." You say softly, your voice carrying a tenderness that melts away the remaining tension between you. Without hesitation, Eren steps forward, closing the distance between you as you wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace.

He misses this, misses you so much even though you're right there. He begins to hate himself even more on how many years he's deprived himself of your presence and before you even know it, he's full-on sobbing onto your shoulder. You feel bad for cooing and smiling, but it's nice knowing that someone missed you so much, that they'd cry by the physical touch of yours. It's endearing, very much so.

At that moment, you realize the depth of his longing, the magnitude of his regret, and the weight of his guilt. It's a bittersweet revelation, one that fills you with empathy and compassion for him. Despite the pain he's caused, you can't help but feel a swell of affection for him, a desire to ease his suffering and heal his wounded heart.

"C'mon now, why are you crying?" You ask, your words tinged with playful sarcasm. Deep down, you know the reason behind his tears, but you want to lighten the mood and offer him some comfort in a more casual manner.

Eren lifts his head from your shoulder, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he wipes away his tears with the back of his hand. He chuckles softly, a hint of sheepishness in his expression as he meets your gaze.

"I missed you," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "A lot."

You smile at his confession, feeling your heart swell with warmth at his sincerity. Despite everything that's happened between you, his words touch you deeply, reminding you of the bond you share and the strength of your friendship.

"I missed you too," you reply softly, your voice filled with understanding and compassion. "And I won't ever do that again, communication is key from now on."

"You good?" You ask as he stares at you for a while, still wiping his tears away with the back of his hand.

"Yeah,

"Alright, wanna head to bed then?" you ask, offering him a gentle smile. He nods in response, and together you step back into the warmth of the room, the chilly night air replaced by the comforting embrace of the indoor temperature.

"I'll see you tommorow, Eren," You say luring him in for one last hug before biding goodbyes. "Goodnight"

"Goodnight, [Name]," Eren replies, returning the hug with a warmth that speaks volumes. As you part ways for the night, you feel a sense of peace settle over you, one you didn't know you needed until a few minutes ago. It comes with a nice sigh of relief. You decide to go check on Levi before heading towards your own bed for the night.

You quiety make your way to his office, careful not to startle him, if that's even possible. Your footsteps barely make a sound as you approach the door. With a gentle knock, you announce your presence before entering, not wanting to startle him if he's in the middle of something important. But he doesn't seem to reply.

You enter Levi's office and are met with the sight of him peacefully asleep at his desk. His usually stern expression is softened in slumber, and there's a faint hint of neutrality expressed on his face. For a moment, you're tempted to take a picture to capture this rare moment of vulnerability, but you resist the urge, not wanting to disturb him or break his boundaries.

Instead, you quietly approach his desk, careful not to make any noise that might wake him. You take in the sight of him sleeping, admiring the way his features relax in sleep and the way his steady breathing fills the room with a sense of calm. You contemplate brushing his locks from his eyes but decide against it knowing he wouldn't be too comfortable with that.

As much as you hate to disturb his rest, you know he'll be more comfortable sleeping in a proper bed. With great care, you lean down and place a gentle hand on his shoulder, giving him a light shake to rouse him from his slumber.

Levi," you say softly.

He stirs at your touch, blinking sleepily as he slowly wakes up. He looks up at you, his gaze turning neutral as he takes in your presence.

"You'll get cramps sleeping like that."

Levi blinks a few times, still groggy from his nap, before his gaze focuses on you. He takes in your words, a faint frown appearing on his face as he realizes the situation. He doesn't like that you caught him sleeping, he feels embarrassed, which is unlike him so he immediately jolts up from his sleeping position and stands up.

"I was only resting my eyes, I was about to go."

Levi's sudden movement startles you for a moment, but you quickly recover, sensing his discomfort. You can tell that he's trying to brush off the situation, his tone casual as he tries to downplay his embarrassment. You play it off with him, wanting him to be more comfortable.

"Yeah, okay." You play along, offering him a reassuring smile to ease his embarrassment. "Anyways, I'm heading to bed so goodnight."

Levi mutters a brief "Goodnight" under his breath before nodding in your direction. He doesn't linger on the moment, swiftly gathering his things and preparing to leave his office. You can sense his desire to retreat into the solitude of his own space, and you don't want to intrude any further on his privacy.

As you head up the stairs and to your own designated room for the night, you wonder how things have become what they are right now, it all started with a little bit of confrontation and then everything resolved itself lke a knot being undone. You hope that everything stays the way it is but knowing how life is, that's more of a wish than anything else. As you feel your eyes become heavy, you wonder what tomorrow has in its stalls for you.

notes: i accidentally deleted after posting it this but thank god i have backups! tysm for reading and let me know if i should end it like this with a small drabble on how things worked out or if you want to continue with it and see how the red carpet event goes... also let me know if you want to be in a taglist (which is honestly so surreal to me >_<;)

divider credits: @hitobaby

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summary :: after months of waiting for the school year to commence, you were finally able to reunite with Sebastian. The weeks of letters hadn’t nearly been enough to satisfy your want to be with him, even if the contents of such letters were rather intimate. Nothing was better than the real thing.

note :: smut, receiving sex, plot. Characters are in their seventh year. Requests are open.

“Hello Sebastian.”

“Hello.”

A silence permeated the Slytherin common room.

“Do I sense tension? Perhaps a bit of awkwardness.” Ominus cut in.

“No, no, not at all.” You hid, readjusting a bag you held.

You were just nervous, that was all. Absences makes the heart grow fonder, and fond you were of Sebastian. So much so that some feelings had developed for him over the holidays. Ones he knew of and returned passionately.

But facing him, knowing what you know and knowing what he knows. You felt rather bashful.

“Shall I help you with your bags?” Sebastian asked.

“Oh, yes. Thank you.” You nodded, passing him the one tugging at your arm the most. “I’ll show you to my room then.”

The two of you awkwardly trodded down the halls, Ominus left to wonder what kind of trials your friendship had been through over the holidays.

Your room had been empty, no other Slytherin mates to interrupt your time with Sebastian. Just as you had hoped and dreaded.

Gingerly, you set aside your bags and felt a heat rush to your cheeks. Since when had it become so difficult to face your friend?

Sebastian had left your bags to the side, steadily approaching you like a starved serpent. Despite his hunger for your touch, he had waited for you to embrace him first.

Which you did, pulling him to your body in an eager hug. “I’ve missed you.” You murmured.

“As have I.” He grinned.

“I enjoyed your letters.” You sweetly included. “Kept all of them.”

Lost in your scent, it took Sebastian a moment to come to and leave the embrace. “And you’ve framed them too, I assume.”

You laughed, sitting down at your bed, followed by Sebastian. “I’ve missed your jokes too.”

“Trust this year will be full of them.”

“Yes. I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time together.”

Red faces, smiles and fluttering stomachs drenched you both. It was utterly exciting. His brown eyes caught your attention, then his lips and suddenly the space between you began inching but you two never came close enough.

“Sebastian?”

“Yes?”

“Are you going to ask to kiss me?”

He gazed over you laxly and nodded. His jaw tightened at the thought of rejection. “May I kiss you?”

You’d leaned into his lips as an answer and the pressure was readily returned.

You had trouble keeping your hands to your side, and reached for him, curling your fingers through his hair and pulling him deep into you.

Sebastian had followed you in suit, hands grazing your back and side.

Before long, a hotness permeated the air and the fluttering from within your stomach reached a lower region. You chased the heat, letting it pull your bodies scandalously close.

You’d slipped onto Sebastian’s lap and in return, he’d held you securely to him; one hand at your back and the other at your thigh. His fingers danced at the hem of your skirt, daring to slip under.

As your lips moved in a hungry unison, you’d come to feel a tented poke at your leg. It had taken you a moment to understand Sebastian had gotten an erection, but once you did you hitched a breath and hid your face in a tight embrace.

Sebastian however continued, feverishly kissing your collar and neck.

“Sebastian.”

He’d hummed as a response.

“I want you to make love to me.”

Such simple words, yet they froze him like petrificus totalus. His jaw had tensed “Are you sure?” A subtle sternness in his tone.

“Yes. Do you—”

“I do. More than anything.” He cut. You had nodded, stiffing in preparation for the act that was to follow. “Are you absolutely sure?” He pestered.

“Yes. I am.” You stroked a hand down his back and inhaled a breath of bravery. “I want you.”

He swallowed thickly, adams apple bobbing.

Carefully, Sebastian had brought you down to the bed. He kept himself off you, but you could still feel the weight of him over you.

He began with his robe, then your own. He tended to your clothes first, slipping off your tie and unbuttoning your shirt. He came devilishly close to your cleavage before opting out and relieving himself of his own clothing. With an anxiousness, Sebastian had fiddled with his belt.

For a moment you were entranced by his thick hands pulling off the garment until you decided to aid in his undressing. Reaching to his tie you slid it off, and let it aside. The next item of his shirt had followed in suit. You had hesitated for his pants, the hardness that lay behind the layers made the fluttering in your stomach turn anxious. As you continued for the button, Sebastian’s hand clamped over his mouth and he’d looked away, cheeks flaming.

Then it was back to your own garments once more until they laid strewn across the bed. Now bare in front of him, you found it too embarrassing to watch his eyes wander.

“Are you alright?” He checked.

“Yes, are you?”

“Fine.” He breathed. His hands slipped to your knees, edging your legs to open and he slipped between them.

As your bare chests touched, you had shivered in delight. His lips reached your collarbone and the hotness at your sex grew as his mouth reached areas no other had gone.

The two of you shared another kiss of reassurance. “Are you okay if I continue?” He asked. You nodded.

You looked up to the ceiling, feeling only the sensation of his length slip against your slit before entering the tip. You’d reached for Sebastian, bracing.

He kissed your chest, whispering, “relax.” Into your skin. The pressure of him entering sparked your insides, and you breathed a sigh of satisfaction. Sebastian drawled a deep groan as your hips came to connect. “I missed you.” He huffed.

Sebastian had come to a halt, pacing himself from a sudden climax. His head had dipped to your collar, cheek resting against your chest and hot breath falling onto your skin.

Sebastian had glanced at where the two of you connected, and groaned. You could feel his sex move from inside and it sent a wiring lightness through your body. “Sebastian…”

Sebastian pulled himself closer to you, taking your body into an intimate hug as he began moving in long sliding motions, rooting himself deep inside every time your hips collided. “Is this— alright?” He grunted.

Lip between your teeth, you nodded. The gradual pace was for him as much as it was for you. To live in the sex as long as you could.

The pressure of him caved inside you ignited a subtle build up, one you surely wanted to reach the end of. Your hips grinded into him and Sebastian had seemed to snap out of the dazed slowness.

He grunted, hand moving to still your hips. He knew if you took control things would surely not last. With his hand locked to your hip, Sebastian pulled and thrusted.

“Oh, Sebastian.” You exhaled, falling back into the pillow and letting the tension in your muscles subsided. The glorious sensation between your legs far too enticing to focus on anything else.

Far too focused, Sebestian’s eyes were shut. You took him in your arms and kissed his lips. You were sure of the moan that vibrated against your mouth was that of pleasure.

Easing into your body, Sebastian had come to lose tension as you did. His swaying became rhythmic and heaped with lust for your wet heat. The feeling was maddening and he wanted to relish in it for the rest of his life.

You were dizzied by the sensations, your legs had gone weak and mind filled with only the face of your lover.

Sebastian released a throaty groan and you urged him to continue with your hips. You were close, so close.

Sebastian could feel the tension your walls created around him and held back his release until yours came.

A powerful surge of ecstasy hit you and you moaned, tugging at Sebastian’s hair. The feeling of your walls spasming around him sent Sebastian over the edge. His mouth latched to your shoulder and he grunted into the skin. You whined at the feeling of his teeth and the hot liquid that pooled into you. It sent a hot shiver down your spine.

As your climaxes passed, you sat in them, laying in one another’s arms with uneven breaths and glistening skin.

Eventually, Sebastian removed his weight from you and sat up, leaving you empty. You reach for him and he took your hand.

“I’ll go fetch you some food and water, stay here.”

You let him slip from your hand and dress himself. “Sebastian.” You cooed, and he returned to your side like a faithful dog.

“I’ll be back.” He dipped you into a prolonged kiss. “You know I will.”

You hummed, hand sliding up to touch his face. “I love you.” You murmured.

He pressed a kiss into your forming teeth marks. “I love you too.” He whispered.

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a/n: a little (angst littered) fluff for my sweetest bf <3 me and cass were talking about how megumi probably sleeps like he’s laying in a coffin...and then this happened lol

Megumi is jostled awake in the middle of the night with a sharp jab to the chest.

Instincts kicking in and sleepy mind mistaking the shove as an enemy’s stab, his muscles move before his mind can catch up. Instantly grabbing the weapon lodged into his pectoral, he holds it still before it can be plunged any deeper.

After blinking a few times and allowing his eyes to adjust to the dark, he eventually comes to. With his back flat against the memory foam of your mattress, he’s exactly where he fell asleep: in your shared bedroom. With a quick scan of the room, he notes that the door is still shut and the windows are still closed. 

And most importantly, the weapon in his hand is truly no weapon at all–it’s your elbow.

His eyes dart from the pointed limb and over to your eyes. He’s surprised to find you already staring back at him, wide awake but oddly content with his rather harsh grip on your elbow. Realizing there’s no harm at hand (if anything, it’s the complete opposite), he instantly loosens his hold on you, rubbing his thumb across the sensitive skin he accidentally pinched in the process.

His brain starts to catch up and read the situation at hand. You’re awake, and by the look of it, you’ve been awake for a while. Your extended elbow looks unnaturally angled across your body, almost purposeful where it stills by his shoulder. Almost as if you meant for the dig to his chest to startle him, to wake him up from his slumber. 

After all, you've never been a restless sleeper before.

Megumi moves to ask if you’re alright, if you need something from him. If there are remnants of a bad dream plaguing your mind or an unsettling bump from the kitchen you’d like him to investigate.

However, known for being a man of few words, what comes from Megumi’s mouth is nothing short of inadequate compared to his intentions.

“What?” he hisses into the darkness of the bedroom, though the rasp in his voice has it sounding like more of a statement rather than an inquiry. It comes out harsher than he means it to, but you know by now to take his hostility as care rather than harm.  

Feigning innocence with glossy eyes, you parrot back his expression, “What?”

Megumi almost thinks you’re sleeping with your eyes open as you blankly stare back at him. He anxiously brews beneath your intense attention.

“Hello?” he questions with a bit of a bite.

You simply breathe by his side, “Hi.”

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you continue to gawk at him through the dimmed shadows of the streetlights from outside. 

Your adamant glare makes him feel uneasy. Not like how it normally does–flustering him with a blushing shyness at the hand of your usual lovesick grin. 

No, right now, you aren't admiring him with your usual appreciation. Right now, you almost look worried. Your stare is a bit too intense for the situation at hand. Refusing to look away from him, your eyes seem to frantically search over his entire frame, though your body remains oddly still in his hold. 

“Are you okay?” he finally stammers. 

You nod, “Yeah, are you?”

He watches your gaze flicker from his eyes to his mouth, and then down to his chest, directly where your elbow now rests with less pressure. Your eyes remain there for a few seconds, almost as if searching for something. He watches you take in his chest rising and fall with his words.

“Can I ask why you’re poking me awake in the middle of the night?” 

He watches your eyes flicker back up to him, now filled with an overwhelming layer of guilt as you cower.

“Oh, that,” your voice is small against the sound of the ceiling fan whirling.

He snorts, “Yeah, that.”

“Sorry, you just...looked a little too asleep.”

Megumi feels as if his brain is short-circuiting. As if he needs to reboot his eyes and ears in order to truly understand you right now. You woke him up from his sleep because... he looked like he was asleep? Too asleep? Should he not be asleep right now? Are there things other than sleeping that he should be doing at 2:37 in the morning?

Maybe he’s still dreaming, because he’s finding this incoherent conversation way too difficult to follow. 

“Because I was,” he deadpans. 

“No, like you–” you prop yourself up on your elbow (the one that’s not still pressed to his chest) to get a better look at him before continuing with a shaky whisper, “–you looked like you were dead.”

Megumi’s eyes squint at the weird assumption that falls from your lips. Well, maybe it’s not that weird. After all, his mind went to weapon before elbow when waking up to the feeling of a sudden hit.

“Based on what?” he feels himself losing his patience to the impending feeling of exhaustion settling beneath his eyelids. 

You feel incredibly foolish as you state the obvious, “Your eyes...were closed.”

Megumi huffs in disbelief, “As they are when one sleeps.”

Suddenly, you’re up and off of him, as if his quick-witted remark was your final straw.  

“Oh my god, I’m sorry, okay? You weren’t moving and I couldn’t tell if you were breathing or not, and it was freaking me out. So I woke you up to check, sue me,” your voice rises as you defend yourself against his mental accusations. 

Megumi hears your tone waver with (what he knows to be) tears souring in the back of your throat. He goes to speak up, but you beat him to it. 

“Sorry,” you spit with a clear disappointment, “I won’t do it again.”

In a split second, your elbow is no longer pressed into his chest–and what was once a jabbing feeling of discomfort is now a barren lack of warmth, leading Megumi to miss the mere weight of your arm across his ribcage. 

Your stubbornness defeats your embarrassment. Wiggling your way off of his body, you cradle yourself in your arms all the way to the opposite end of the bed.

Forever slow to realization, Megumi takes a few moments to fully comprehend what just happened. Your sharp elbow lodged into his chest was an act of desperation. Your intense focus that he’d mistaken for confusion was actually fear. You said he looked dead, you thought he wasn’t breathing. 

His heart cracks as he realizes the misunderstanding unfolding in front of him. 

“Hey, c’mere,” he beckons into the now silent space. 

His arm is thrown across your shoulder as he worms his way over to your side. You stiffen, fully prepared to put up a fight until you hear a tiny whisper of desperation into your hair. “Please,” Megumi kisses the plea into the top of your head a few times.

Though it’s with an obnoxiously irritated sigh, you do turn around for him. Megumi welcomes the shift, loosening his arms around your frame and allowing you to face him, glare and pout included. 

“Thank you for checking on me,” he earnestly presses into your forehead with his lips. They feel hot on your skin. Heat–another reminder that he’s still here with you, alive and well in the safety of your shared sheets. 

Gently, he lifts the bottom of your chin up from his chest so that he can see you properly. 

“Next time you think that, you can do this instead,” his voice is light, faint. 

He grabs your hand, pressing specific fingers down and making your smaller ones resemble a compressed peace sign. Your two digits plunge straight out and smush against one another. 

Then, he drags your wrist over to the side of his neck. Cautiously, he rests your fingers against his own skin, before pushing them down with a bit more pressure. When you shoot him a look that reads stumped, he simply reaffirms your action with another tap of his palm on your fingers. 

“Press right here,” he confidently instructs. 

After a few seconds of your skin against his, you feel something. Beating against the pads of your fingertips is Megumi’s lively pulse. You feel the thumping of blood and life and love running through his veins and out of his core.

Not wanting to interrupt your intimate realization, he settles for whispering, “Can you feel it?”

Afraid of your voice drowning out the rhythm of his vibrations, you simply nod. 

Megumi sighs with a grin, guiding your head back down to the pillow but choosing to leave your fingers where they rest on the side of his neck. “And if that’s still not enough, then I guess jabbing me until I wake up works, too.”

His tease gets a soft smile out of you, and he’s suddenly grateful that you’re listening to his pulse and not his heartbeat–for he’s sure you’d sense an increase in thumping if that were the case. 

He feels your breath tickle the crook of his neck. “M’sorry,” that dull hint of shame floods your mumble again, “I just love you, and I get nervous sometimes.”

“Don’t apologize,” Megumi lightly scolds, but you feel the love behind it regardless of its suddenty.

As his hand cradles the back of your head, he allows his fingers to skim over your own pulse point. He doesn’t apply any pressure to the spot, but the faint buzzing beneath your skin brings him a comfort unlike anything he’s ever known.  

“I love you too,” he promises into your skin, “even if you wake me up in the middle of the night for stupid shit like this.”

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a/n - Oops, I disappeared again. I have been struggling so bad with having any motivation to write, but here we are... Hope you enjoy this chapter, just writing it gave me butterflies ♡ (disclaimer, I am making this a scheduled post, so the rest of the taglist will be posted when I eventually wake up ♡)

There’s something truly liminal about a grocery store when it is, for the most part, unoccupied.

You stood alone, listening to the quiet music playing over the speakers as you deliberated on which cereal you wanted.

“You know, personally I’d go with the Count Chocula, or Apple Jacks, but maybe that’s just me.”

The sudden voice next to you caused your body to tense up, and you whipped around, coming face to face with Sam as he stood with his usual goofy ass grin plastered on his face.

Your eyes rolled, but a smile quickly formed on your lips. “You know, a hello would have sufficed, rather than scaring the shit out of me.”

He shrugged, and reached past you to grab a box of the aforementioned Count Chocula cereal. “Maybe, but where’s the fun in that?”

It had been a couple weeks since you last saw him, since the night at the pub… and since you woke up the morning after having dreamed about him all night, about how his lips felt against your own, how gentle he was as he held you close to him… It was a lot to grapple with, and it left you in desperate need of a cold shower and a strong cup of coffee.

But there he stood, leaning against the handle of your cart as he watched you pick out cereal.

“You know, it’s funny I ran into you actually.”

You turned to him as you reached for a box of Apple Jacks, a curious look on your face urging him to continue speaking.

“I was gonna text you to see if you were free tonight. I’m having some friends over for a game night, gonna get some pizza, have some drinks, if you’d like to come.”

Your eyes caught something, well someone walking past the end of the aisle, and your focus drifted from Sam. He quickly noticed the change in focus, and turned to see what you were looking at.

“You alright, Y/n? Is that the uh… the dreaded ex?”

You slowly nodded, continuing to watch as he walked around with his new girlfriend on his arm.

“What’s his name?”

“Adam”

“Well, Adam is a loser, and what he did to you is fucking awful.”

You turned to him, confused as to how he knew about what happened between you and your ex, but he was still looking down the aisle at Adam. “How do you know what happened?”

He turned back to you, shaking off the sour look he had been directing at your ex before speaking. “Eleanor gets chatty after a few drinks.”

You nodded in agreement, but stayed quiet, peeking over his shoulder again to see Adam looking back at you, and you froze.

“Hey.” The feeling of Sam’s hand on your arm calmed your nerves, and his voice brought your attention back to him. “I mean what I said, he’s a fucking loser, and you’re way out of his league. Pay him no mind, he doesn’t deserve your attention.”

You nodded, and looked down at your shoes for a moment before you felt the gentle pressure of Sam’s finger beneath your chin, lifting your face to look at him. “Can you repeat that back to me? He’s a loser…”

“He’s a loser.”

“You’re out of his league.”

You stared blankly at him for a moment, and he sighed. “Come on, say it for me.”

“I’m out of his league.”

“Yes you are, and he doesn’t deserve your attention.”

“He doesn’t deserve my attention.”

“Atta girl.” You watched a smirk form on his lips as his finger dropped from your chin. “Now, would you like to continue shopping together? I could use a second opinion on what snacks to get for tonight.”

The simple nod you gave him was enough for the smirk to turn into a wide grin, and you turned back to lean against the handle of your cart. “So, what kind of games should I be preparing to play tonight?”

“So you are gonna come?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it.”

The two of you made your way to the end of the aisle, and you turned to Sam. “Where to next?”

“Deli, need to pick out some meat and cheese.”

Your gaze dropped to the small basket he was carrying before lifting back up to look at him. “There’s no way you’re going to fit everything you need in that basket.”

He looked down at his basket, then at your cart before looking at you. “Would you mind if I put my stuff in your cart?”

You shook your head, and gestured for him to add his stuff into the cart. “Of course not, go ahead.”

You stayed stationary while Sam placed the basket of his groceries into the cart, and waited for him to take the lead, but he simply made his way back to the space beside you. You turned to look at him, and were met with movement as he tucked himself closer behind you and placed a hand over each of your own on the handle of the cart before slowly pushing it, and in turn, you forward. “Lead the way, gorgeous. I’m perfectly content following you around.”

There was an undeniable feeling in you that your brain short circuited the moment he touched you, but his words brought a blush to your cheeks that would make a rose jealous. He stuck to you for the first few steps before he let his hands slip from yours and he fell into step with you.

You could imagine the smug look on his face without having to look at him, but what you didn’t see was the way Adam watched you turn into a flustered mess at Sam’s proximity and words, or the way Sam made a show of holding back to watch you walk away for a few seconds before making a move to catch up with you.

The two of you made your way around the store, slowly filling the cart with whatever you chose before you finally ended up in the produce section. You watched as Sam sped ahead of you a little, making a b-line for the assortment of melons on display. He pondered over the pile for a moment before he picked up two cantaloupes and turned to you. “Which one looks better?”

Your eyes dropped to the melons in his hands, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the way he had them held against his chest. He seemed to catch the small laugh as it escaped you, and his eyes dropped to look at what you were seeing. An airy chuckle came from Sam as he looked back up at you. “My eyes are up here you know.”

You rolled your eyes and stepped away from your cart to take one of the cantaloupes from his hand and place it in the cart. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Sam.”

“I could say the same to you, dear.”

When you turned to look back at him, somewhat taken aback by what he had called you, he had already walked away, looking instead at the array of different peppers.

You were only in the store for another ten minutes before you and Sam walked out into the parking lot.

“Where are you parked?”

You turned to look at him quickly before swiveling to find your car and point at it. He hummed and stepped away from you and the cart. “Why don’t you head over to your car, I can see an empty spot next to you. I’ll grab my car and make my way over.”

You gave him a quick nod and began to walk over to your car, trying your best not to get hit by the idiots who don’t know how to drive in a parking lot. Your head was hung as you searched through your bag for your car keys, leaving you unsuspecting of someone walking up to you.

“What happened to your little boyfriend? Did he get sick of you already?”

You knew exactly who the voice belonged to as it invaded your ears, but you kept your gaze focused on your task as you pulled your keys from your bag and popped the trunk of your car.

“If that was some attempt to make me jealous, that’s kind of-”

Before you had the chance to turn around and snap at him, the sound of a car horn cut him off, and you turned instead to see Sam’s car idling as he waited to get into the empty parking spot that Adam was standing in.

You watched as the window rolled down and Sam turned to look at Adam. “Hey asshole, the brakes in this car are on the fritz, so I can’t promise that it won’t run you over if you don’t leave her alone and move the fuck out of the way.”

Adam scrambled out of the way, looking over at you one last time, seeing the shocked look on your face, and the fresh blush creeping up onto your cheeks as you looked at Sam, before walking back to his car. Sam pulled into the spot and got out of the driver's side before making his way back to you, popping his truck as he walked.

“Are your brakes actually broken, Sam?”

He turned to you and chuckled, shaking his head as he gave the car a soft pat. “God no, I just bought this car, if the brakes were broken I would cry.”

“So you just-”

“Lied to get your jackass ex to move, yeah. Why? Did you not want me to? I can call him back over” his voice was teasing as he slowly turned and lifted his hand.

You quickly closed the distance between you and Sam, grabbing his arm and lowering it back to his side. “Please, god, no.”

He chuckled and lifted his free hand to your arm. “I would never, I’m just teasing.”

Your hands loosened from around his arm, falling back to your side as Sam turned to grab his groceries from the cart. “So… when should I make my way to your place?”

“Well.” He placed two bags into the trunk of his car before turning to you. “I know you’ve got lots to put away when you get home, so I won’t say right now, but whenever you’d like to make your way over the door will be open. Be warned though, I may put you to work helping me out with plating all this food if you come over too early.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, and stepped back to close the trunk of your own car. “Well, we’ll just have to see then won’t we?”

His lips turned into a small smirk as he watched you slowly back up toward the driver's side door of your car. “I guess so.”

You pulled open the car door and tossed your bag into the passenger's seat before turning back to him. “I’ll see you soon then.”

The smirk on his face grew to a smile, and he gave you a soft nod. “See you soon.”

The second you closed the car door you leaned over to your purse to grab your phone.

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard for a few seconds, but before you could begin to type a knock on your window scared you back into paying attention to your surroundings. Sam was leaning toward your window before you could even roll it down, his knuckle still resting in the spot it had been even after the glass had lowered.

“Figured you might need these.” His hand opened, revealing your keys. “You know, for driving and getting back into your apartment.”

Slowly, you lifted your hand to pluck the ring of keys from his palm, retracting your hand back through the window before you chanced a glance at him. “Thanks, I must have dropped them while I was packing the trunk.”

“Guess you’re lucky I noticed them.” He straightened himself out and slowly began turning back to his car. “I’ll see you later, Y/n. Don’t miss me too much.”

There weren’t many times that you felt as frantic as you did walking into your apartment, grocery bags hung from each arm as you kicked the door shut and shuffled into the kitchen. If there were an olympic category for putting away groceries, you would have won gold, and only once you were sure that everything had been placed in the correct spots did you pick up your phone. You spend the short walk to the bathroom staring at your screen as you typed out a detailed account of what happened at the grocery store to send to your friends.

The realization dawned on you as you walked into the bathroom that you hadn’t put much effort into how you looked before going to the store. You looked in the mirror, noting the fact that your hair hadn’t been washed in a few days, which you had attempted to hide with a bit of dry shampoo and a claw clip, and the clothing you had plucked from your “chair pile” of clean clothes that you had yet to fold and put away.

A shower was exactly what you needed, and you spent ample time beneath the blistering heat of the water before you stepped out and back into your bedroom.

After spending almost an hour just laying on your bed scrolling through a variety of apps, and some much needed deliberation over FaceTime with your friends, you were finally dressed and ready to go. You were thankful for Nadine, who had informed you that she would be joining in on the fun as a fellow friend… and plus one to Danny.

You hadn’t realized just how badly you had been fidgeting in the back seat of the car until the sound of the driver's voice pulled you from your own thoughts.

“You alright back there? You seem nervous.”

A nervous chuckle bubbled out of you, and you looked down at your hands as you twiddled your thumbs. “That obvious, huh?”

“Just a tad.” The chuckle that came from the older man in the front seat was much lighter than yours, and when your gaze lifted, you were quickly met by his warm smile and kind eyes in the rear view mirror. “So what’s got you feeling so nervous, first date?”

You choked on your own spit at the thought, immediately even more flustered than you were before. “No… no nothing like that, just going to hang out with some friends.”

“Just hanging out with friends… hm. Am I correct in assuming that you have feelings for one of these friends of yours.”

“Yeah…”

“And do you know if this friend has feelings for you as well?”

“I… I don’t really know.”

“Why is that?”

“Well, the last time we hung out we shared an Uber to go back to our respective houses… and when we arrived at my place he got out to say goodnight, which isn’t unusual… but then we kissed.”

“Well that’s a great sign!”

You could still see the soft expression that crossed Sam’s features as he looked at you that night. You could feel the weight of his gaze as his eyes took in every little detail on your face, and the way his lips pressed against your own.

“Sure, except that immediately after he muttered goodnight and scurried back into the car.”

“Well that just sounds like the poor boy was just as nervous as you are now.” His eyes flickered back to the rear view mirror as he pulled up to the curb outside of what you assumed to be your destination, and when he saw the skeptical look on your face he made the effort to turn and look at you properly. “Let yourself relax, darling. The longer you get stuck in that head of yours, the worse it’s gonna be.”

You nodded and looked back down at your hands.

“I was the same as him at some point in the distant past. Just a nervous, idiotic young man that would forget how to function around a girl that I had feelings for. Let yourself relax, if it’s meant to happen, it will happen.”

You looked up at him, offering a small smile to match his, and he gave you a reassuring nod. “My late wife, the love of my life, used to tell me that fate always meant for the two of us to end up together, we just had to allow ourselves to believe that love would find us when we were ready.”

Something caught his attention, causing him to turn away from you and look out the window. “Is this the guy?”

You turned and followed his gaze, finding Sam as he walked curiously down the driveway of the house. “Yeah, that’s the one.”

Sam’s eyes squinted in an attempt to figure out who was on the backseat, and you watched a wide grin break out on his face when you lifted your hand to offer a small wave.

The moment he stopped at the side of the car, your door was opened, and Sam offered a hand to help you out. “I was beginning to think you had taken a wrong turn.”

You thanked the driver as you stepped out of the car, and watched as Sam dipped his head down to look into the car. “Thank you for getting her here safe.”

“Any time, kid. It was a pleasure, she was the best passenger I’ve had in a long while. You two have a good night.”

“That’s the plan.” Sam stood up straight once again, giving the driver a wave as he shut the car door. “Have a good one.”

“Well.” Sam turned to you, and the intoxicating smile on his face caused a flurry of butterflies to erupt within you. “Come on then, I’ve got to give you the grand tour.”

You followed closely behind him and as the two of two walked through the front door, you immediately felt some of the anxiety you had been carrying fall away. Sam continued to walk as you shrugged your coat from your shoulders and bent over to untie your shoes.

“Where’d you go?”

His voice had become distant, having passed through what you had suspected to be at least one hallway of sorts before he finally noticed that you weren’t following behind him. “Taking my shoes off.”

He came shuffling back into the entryway within seconds, standing and watching as you pulled your shoes off and straightened up. “Sorry, I got a little ahead of myself there.”

You chuckled and stepped closer to him, your lips curling into a smile that you couldn’t fight, not in his presence at least. “No need to apologize, now show me around.”

A giddy energy blanketed the two of you as Sam reached for your hand, wrapping it within his own before dragging you along behind him further into the house.

After painstakingly showing you every inch of the main floor, Sam ran ahead of you and beckoned you up the stairs. “Alright, so we’ve got another bathroom here.”

His hand brushed along a closed door, and continued along the wall. Your gaze travelled along the decorated hall, pictures of family and friends leaving little room in the space between door frames.

“And this…” The soft tapping of his fingers against the dark wooden door brought your attention back to him. “Is where the magic happens. Also known as my bedroom.”

A playful smirk crept its way onto your lips as you turned your attention to the way he continued staring down the hall. “Where the magic happens, huh?”

His head whipped around to look at you, and he quickly mirrored your smirk. “Do you doubt me?”

And just like that, any thoughts that may have crossed your mind were washed away into the gutter. You wanted to say no, you didn’t doubt him, in fact you wanted him to prove it, but instead the two of you simply stood staring at one another until he chuckled and broke the silence. “Do you want to see the music room?”

You shook from your trance and gave him a small nod. “You have a music room?”

He beamed and nodded, waving for you to follow him as he turned and walked to the end of the hallway. He opened the door and made a dramatic show of displaying the now open room to you as you walked up to the doorway. “Holy shit. I knew you liked to play guitar, but I wasn’t expecting this.”

It was beautiful, a comfortable couch resting against the wall beneath a cascading display of various guitars. Across the room was a standing desk with a keyboard resting beneath the main deskspace. You watched as he made his way toward the couch, letting himself freefall into the cushions before looking back at you. “Kind of comes with the job I do, I guess.”

“You know, we never really talk about your job.” You were still leaning against the door frame, your eyes taking in all the small details of the room.

“There’s more interesting things to talk about.”

You turned back to him, your eyes locking with his as a small smile pulled at the corner of your lips. “Well I’d like to know more about it than you just ‘working in a music store with your brothers.’ Seems like it would be fun.”

His smile returned, and one of his hands dropped from behind his head to pat the empty space beside him on the couch. “Well come on over then, I’ll tell you all about it.”

You shuffled across the room, lowering yourself into the seat across the couch from him and turning to give him your full attention. “Go on.”

He turned himself to face you, readjusting himself to get comfortable. “It’s nothing overly special. I work with my brothers, and Danny. The store is owned by an old family friend, but the four of us have been keeping the place going now that he is getting a bit too old to manage it on his own.”

You pulled your legs onto the cushion to sit cross legged as you listened to him talk, nodding along, but when he paused, you worried that’s all he was going to say. “Well that can’t be all of it. What do you do?”

He looked somewhat surprised by your genuine interest, but quickly picked up where he left off. “Well, Josh pretty much runs the place. Danny helps with customer service and most of the heavy lifting. Jake does maintenance, he’ll fix pretty much whatever instrument someone brings in, he’s kind of a whiz with that stuff. He also does guitar lessons.”

“And you?”

He smiled and watched you sink further into the cushions, getting comfortable as you listened to him. “I mostly do customer service, but I also give guitar and piano lessons.”

“It’s nothing special… Sam, that’s such a cool job, you’re teaching people to play music, that’s so special.”

He seemed taken aback by what you said, and you watched him stare down at his hands as a light blush blossomed across his cheeks. “You think so?”

“I know so.”

There was a moment of quiet before Sam looked back up at you. “Do you play any instruments?”

“Not really, no. I wanted to learn how to play guitar in high school, but I never really got the hang of it so I just gave up.”

The smile on his face fell to a small frown, and you watched the cogs turn in his brain for a moment before his eyes locked on yours once again. “Would you let me try.”

Your eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion as you looked back at him. “Let you try?”

“To teach you.”

“You’d really do that?”

Sam became somewhat sheepish at the question, but held eye contact with you. “Only if you want to. I’m not going to force you to learn.”

“No, I uh… I’d like that.” His smile returned, bright and warm at your words, and this time he got to watch as a blush rose to your cheeks. “I’d like that a lot actually. Maybe this time it’ll stick.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable quiet for a few minutes until Sam groaned and stretched before standing from the couch. You watched as he made his way to your side of the couch, and he made a show of offering a hand to you with a dramatic bow. “Shall we make our way downstairs to get the food plated?”

You giggled, nodding as you placed your hand in his and felt him pull you from the cushions. The two of you made your way downstairs, and Sam took the time to show you where all of the food was before he ran into the living room to turn on some music.

“We can’t be working in silence, that’s insane.”

Within an hour the two of you managed to put together a table full of various snacks. Bowls full of different flavors of chips, and platters covered in various meats and cheeses laid before you, organized to perfection along the length of his dining room table.

A low whistle passed through Sam’s lips as you made the final adjustments to the display, and you turned to see him staring at all of the food. “You think there’s enough?”

You shrugged and straightened up, turning properly toward him. “Good question, I don’t know how many people are going to be here, so you’d know better than me.”

His eyes flickered up from the table, meeting your eyes as the music kept the room from falling into silence. Sam pulled his hand from the pocket of his jeans and lifted it towards you. “Come here.”

You looked at his hand, then back up to his face, a curious look crossing your features as your hand slowly lifted away from the table you had been leaning against. He caught the look and chuckled. “Come on, let’s dance.”

“But—”

His hand breached the gap, wrapping around your own. “Nope. No excuses.”

“Seriously, Sam?” You relaxed into the gentle pull of his hand, making a show of dramatically rolling your eyes. “Don’t you remember the wedding?”

“Very well, yeah.” When your eyes landed back on Sam, you felt a flash of something you hadn’t felt in a while, bliss. Something in the way he smiled at you released the tension in your body, you felt relaxed with him.

You stepped forward, planting yourself in front of Sam, keeping your eyes “So you remember what I said?”

Your gaze fell to the hand enclosed within Sam’s, watching the way he readjusted his hold to be more comfortable for the both of you as he spoke. “I remember you enjoying yourself until what’s his name interrupted us.”

“Oh, I was enjoying myself was I?” Your words were accompanied by a small smirk and a quirk of your brow as your eyes once again found his.

“Sure seemed that way” Sam gently pulled you closer, and you could feel the tingle of his touch as his free hand ghosted over your waist, as if giving you an out of you genuinely didn’t want to dance. “Of course you’re free to tell me otherwise.”

You hummed as your free hand came to rest on his bicep. “As fun as it is to bicker with you, I agree. I did enjoy myself, quite a lot, actually.”

Sam’s smile widened, and his lips parted, but before he could speak the sound of the door opening and closing stole the attention of the both of you.

“Honey, I’m home.”

You and Sam separated when the sound of Danny’s voice echoed through the house, instead you watched as Sam popped his head into the living room. Sam was the first to speak as he took a large step out of the dining room. “You’re back early.”

“No… not really. It's actually later than I planned to get home.”

There was a beat of silence before Danny spoke up. “It’s quiet in here, where’s Rose?”

“Shit. I put her in her crate earlier and meant to let her outside before everyone showed up.”

“And have you?”

“Clearly not, I’ve been a bit distracted.”

“Distracted, what could have distracted you from your dog?”

Nadine popped out from around the corner, and as quickly as she found you, she was back out of the dining room with you in tow. “I think I know.”

Danny turned at the sound of her voice, and a smile quickly formed on his face when he caught sight of the two of you. “Well hello, stranger. Where were you hiding?”

“She wasn’t hiding, she’s been here for a while.”

Everyone turned to see Sam standing at the base of the staircase, and in his arms was the cutest puppy you had ever laid eyes on. “She was passed out when I walked into my room.”

Your gaze lifted and locked with Sam’s, earning a small smile and wave from him, beckoning you towards him. Rose was eagerly wiggling in Sam’s grasp when you walked over to them, her little tail thumping against his side. “Well hello, Rose. You are so cute.”

Rose gave your hand a brief sniff before lowering her head as if to ask for you to pet her, which you gladly did, running your fingers along the soft fur between her ears.

“I’m gonna take her out for a bit before everyone gets here. Might smoke a joint as well, care to join?” Sam’s voice pulled your attention from the puppy, though your hand remained scratching a spot beneath her chin as you looked up at him and nodded.

Sam’s head briefly lifted to look toward the others, but your attention remained on him and Rose as he spoke. “Danny, Nadine, you two coming along?”

You turned then to look at them, and found both shaking their heads. Nadine spoke up when her eyes locked with yours. “Gonna wait till later, don’t want to get tired super early.”

“Alright, well looks like it’s just gonna be you and me.” You turned back to Sam and found him already staring back at you with a small smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

“Lead the way.”

The two of you got to the sliding glass door, and Sam opened it. He looked down, and your eyes followed, watching as he slipped on a pair of shoes and looked back up at you. “Hold on a second, I’ll be right back.”

He turned and sped off, leaving you watching and wondering what on earth he was doing, until he came back holding your shoes. “Figured you wouldn’t want to go outside in your socks.”

You looked back down at your feet, eyeing the mismatched socks you had pulled from your pile of clean laundry in a hurry before your gaze found him again. “Honestly, I hadn't even realized, thank you.”

He placed your shoes on the floor and straightened back up before sliding open the door and stepping outside with Rose in tow. You slid your shoes on as quickly as you could and stumbled behind him onto the patio as Rose barrelled ahead into the large backyard.

It took a few steps to catch up to Sam as he leaned against the railing. “This house is amazing, how did you two manage to find such a nice place?”

Sam turned to you, body still leaning against the wooden railing, with a joint between his lips and his hand lifting to light the end. He took a long drag, clearly enjoying the way you were simply watching him, before blowing the smoke from between his lips. “We got lucky.”

He took another drag before holding the joint out for you to take, and watched as you plucked it from between his fingers. “Elaborate.”

“The owners are friends of Danny’s grandparents. When they retired they bought an R.V. to travel, and offered to give us cheap rent if we helped fix the place up.” He watched you intently as you breathed in the wondrous substance within the perfectly rolled joint, and his attention only broke when Rose let out a hushed bark from across the yard.

Both of you turned, watching as she stared back at the two of you, lowering the front of her body onto the grass, but keeping her rear end, and wagging tail off of the ground.

“What is it Rose? Do you want to show Y/n the garden, is that it?”

She hopped from her spot, her small body swaying from the force of her tail wagging, and you turned to Sam. “You have a garden?”

He eagerly nodded, and accepted the joint as you offered it back to him. “I do.”

Sam passed the joint back to you on the walk over to the garden, and Rose happily trotted along behind the two of you. The two of you made your way over to an area off to the side of the patio and you were honestly a bit surprised at what you found. A long garden bed spanned the gap between fence posts, filled to the brim with flowers of every color, shape and size you could imagine. Across from it stood multiple raised garden beds, each with a different cluster of fruits and vegetables growing within them.

“So…” Sam turned to look at the sound of your voice, and watched as you took another drag of the joint before holding it out for him to take. “What do you have growing in this garden of yours?”

He plucked the joint from between your fingers and carefully tapped the side until the ash scattered to the ground. “You really want to know?”

His question was followed by a deep drag of the joint as he looked to you for an answer. What he found was a soft smile across your lips as you nodded encouragingly for him to tell you. “Yeah, I really do.”

“Well, uh…” You watched Sam look between all of the planters, eventually stopping at the one at the end of the row. “This one has beets and carrots in it.”

“That one.” He pointed to the next box, and you followed his movement. “Has a few kinds of lettuce, and green beans growing up the lattice.”

A quiet bark sounded from between the two of you, and you looked down to see Rose sitting next to you, wagging her tail as she looked back up at you.

“I think she wants a green bean, she loves them.”

You quirked an eyebrow, and kneeled to pet Rose. “You like green beans, Rose?”

She yipped, and pressed her head into your hand.

“Here.” You looked up and found Sam holding out a green bean for you to take. “Give her one, she’ll love you forever.”

You took the small green vegetable from his hand and looked back at the small puppy that was damn near vibrating with excitement at your feet. “Does she know any tricks?”

“I’ve been teaching her how to shake, but she’s still learning.”

“Rose, would you like a green bean?” Her tail was whipping back and forth as she continued to stare at you. “Can you shake a paw for me?”

You offered your free hand to her, and watched as she stared blankly at you for a moment before she lifted a paw and placed it in your palm.

You lit up, and gently shook her paw before letting it slip from your grasp, instead you held the green bean out for her and watched as she gently took it between her teeth, bolted up onto the patio and jumped up onto one of the chairs to lay down as she ate her treat.

“That was impressive.” You straightened up and looked back at Sam, who was beaming as he continued to look at Rose. “She doesn’t usually listen that well to new people.”

“I guess she just really likes me.” It was a cheeky comment, paired with a goofy grin as you continued to look at him.

“She’s not the only one.”

He still wasn’t looking at you, and for a moment you wondered if you had misheard him, but before you could respond another voice echoed into the backyard. “Now what on earth is going on out here?”

You turned to follow the sound of the voice and found the twins leaning against the railing. Josh’s eyes found yours, and seeing his bright smile, you couldn’t help but smile yourself. “Sam was just showing me his garden.”

“You don’t say. You know, usually Sam waits until the third date to show a girl his cucumber.”

Jake’s comment was followed closely by a booming laugh from Josh, and a scoff from Sam. After a few seconds of tense silence, Rose broke through the quiet by barking and scratching at the sliding glass door.

“Well, didn’t mean to interrupt your tour, just wanted to let you two know that we had arrived.” Josh’s words were quickly followed by him dragging Jake back into the house, leaving you and Sam alone in the garden once again.

“We should probably head inside if people are starting to show up.”

“What, you’re not going to tell me about each and every one of the flowers you have in this garden bed?”

He chuckled, and shook his head and he began walking back towards the patio. “There’s too many to list, plus it’s not that interesting.”

“I beg to differ.” You followed closely behind him, falling into step as you made your way toward the door.

You were startled when he suddenly came to a stop, which caused you to bump into him as he turned to you. “Maybe next time.”

His gaze dropped to watch as you lifted your hand into the small gap between the two of you, with all of your fingers tucked away, except for your pinkie. “Promise?”

He chuckled and lifted his own hand, looking back into your eyes as he wrapped his pinky around your own. “Promise.”

You followed Sam into the house and quickly found both the twins settled into the living room with Danny and Nadine.

“So, has Sam told you that he makes pickles?”

You made your way over to one of the remaining empty spaces on the loveseat being occupied by Danny and Nadine. “He did not, but I am eager to hear about it whenever he chooses to share.”

The remaining guests slowly trickled into the house, and suddenly the space was filled with boisterous laughter and conversation. Everyone dug into the food as they talked, and you found yourself comfortably conversing with Sam’s friends, listening as he made jokes with them, and joining in as they asked questions to get to know you.

“Who’s up for some drunk uno?”

You leaned over to Sam, who had made himself comfortable leaning against the table next to you, close enough to warm his body with the heat radiating off of you. “What is drunk uno?”

Sam let out a quiet chuckle before turning to Jake, who had brought up the idea. “I’ll go grab the cards, you guys will have to explain the rules to Y/n and Nadine, I don’t know if they’ve ever played, and it never hurts to refresh everyone on how to play.”

Sam scurried off to find the game as the rest of you made you way into the living room and settled into spots around the coffee table as Jake explained the rules, they were as follows;

If you forget the rules, or you must ask a question, you take one drink.

If you lose a turn because of a skip card, or miss a turn, you take one drink.

+2 cards = two drinks

+4 cards = four drinks

If you don’t have a matching card and have to pick up from the deck, you take one drink.

If you forget to say Uno on your last card, take four drinks.

If you play an identical card (same color and action/number), everyone takes one drink.

The player with the most cards at the end of the game must finish their drink. In the event that their drink is less than half full, they must get a fresh drink to finish.

Sam returned with the game in his hand, and he quickly maneuvered his way around his seated friends to lower himself into the empty spot beside you.

You listened to the small conversations that had sparked up in the time since you all sat down, but your attention had been stolen by Sam the moment he sat beside you. You watched as he sat quietly, pulling the cards from their box and checking to make sure that they were all facing the same way before he began to shuffle them.

It wasn’t hard to become transfixed, watching the way his nimble fingers handled each card with such care, you had tuned out your surroundings, and figured that the weed was finally settling in your brain, bringing with it a serene sense of calm.

“So, did Jake confuse you enough with the rules?” Your eyes flickered up to see Sam still concentrated on the cards as he dealt the hands for each player.

“Might take me a round to get used to, but I’m a quick learner so I’m sure I’ll be able to figure it out.”

His eyes left the cards, and he caught the way your gaze lingered on his lips as he ran his tongue along his bottom lip. A smirk quickly formed as he leaned towards you to nudge his shoulder against your own. “Well if you have any questions, ask me, I won’t make you drink.”

—

“Dickhead!”

Sam’s boisterous laugh filled the room as he dramatically tossed his final card onto the pile. “Sorry baby, it was all I could play.”

Your cheeks flushed pink at his words, and he watched you pick up four cards from the deck, and when you lifted your drink to your lips, he kept eye contact with your icy gaze, watching intently as you took four sips of your drink.

Thankfully, even with the addition of the cards at the last second, you still weren’t holding as many as Josh, who made a show of standing for everyone to watch as he downed his drink.

The group was in the fourth round… or was it the fifth? Of uno, and you were finally on your last card. At least you were until Sam played that damned plus four. You weren’t sure how much time had passed, as breaks had been taken between each round to eat, go pee, or smoke.

“Alright, someone has to open the store tomorrow, so I’m going to head out.”

Josh’s statement was followed by a chorus of boos from those still sitting on the floor, but once it had quieted down, Jake piped up with a loud groan as he stood and stretched. “Josh is right, gotta have a couple people capable of working tomorrow morning, so you two-” He turned to Danny and Sam, waggling his finger at them briefly “-are off the hook, but you’ll have to be in to close tomorrow.”

Slowly people began making their way around the house, cleaning up and collecting their belongings before bidding farewell and heading out. Danny and Nadine said goodnight as they made their way towards Danny’s room, and soon enough you were left in a quiet house with Sam.

One of his friends had passed out on the couch, so the two of you kept your voices low as you followed close behind him, helping to clean up what remained of the food.

You took the liberty of filling the sink with warm soapy water to do the dishes while Sam packed up whatever food had to be refrigerated, music playing quietly from his phone on the counter.

“You know.” The ghost of his touch on your waist jolted you from your own thoughts. “You don’t have to do the dishes, it was more than enough that you hung around to help me clean up the food.”

You reached for the drying towel beside the sink to wipe your hands as you slowly spun around to face him, and found yourself within inches of the man that had been invading your every sense since you came to realize the depth of your feelings for him.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you looked up into the warmth of his deep brown eyes. The majority of the lights in the house had either been dimmed, or turned off, so the two of you stood in the dim orange light of the kitchen, staring at one another and waiting to see who would break the silence.

“It’s the least I could do, really.”

He hummed, dropping one of his hands from your waist, but before you could mourn the loss of his touch, his fingers brushed your own. “Could I ask one more thing of you?”

You nodded, looking down to where the tips of his fingers danced with yours as you awaited his request.

“Dance with me?”

A smile graced your lips and you nodded once again, and you felt the pressure of his skin against yours as he took your hand in his own, and pulled you closer with the one that remained on your waist. The song changed, and the dulcet voice of Nat King Cole graced your ears as Sam began to sway with you.

You weren’t sure whether to credit the weed, alcohol, or Sam’s presence for the drowsiness that overcame you, though it was a safe bet that all of the above had a part to play in it.

You could feel the steady beating of his heart as your head rested against his chest. “Hey, Sam… can I tell you a secret?”

“Of course.” His voice is hushed, much like your own, as if despite everyone else either having left or gone to sleep, you were making an effort for only one another to hear what was being said.

There was a beat of silence as your brain tried to comprehend what you were going to say. Eventually a soft sigh escaped from your lips, and you finally said it. “I think I’ve fallen for you.”

You could have sworn you felt his heart skip, and though you couldn’t see it, Sam’s smile was as dopey as ever as he took in what you said. “Is that so?”

You nodded as best as you could with your head still against his chest, and it once again fell quiet as you relaxed further into his hold.

Your eyes had fallen closed not long after you began to sway with him, so the feeling of his breath suddenly tickling the shell of your ear sent a shiver running down your spine. “I think I’ve fallen for you too.”

He was still wearing the goofy grin when you leaned back, looking up at him with dreamy eyes. “Really?”

He simply nodded, lifting the hand from your waist to move a stray hair from your face. Your eyes were growing heavier with each passing moment, and Sam clued in before you could try to fight it. “You tired?”

You nodded, and Sam’s smile softened. “Alright, let’s get you to bed. We can talk more when we’re both sober, but for now you need to rest.”

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[ruiniel]

hello, i loved your alucard short “guide me.” could i request a continuation? maybe alucard doing something to the reader or… whatever you want!

Softest short I've written yet in this deep blue sea

Heights

Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)

Pairing: Alucard x F!Reader

Count: 1.6k

Rating: M (🔞)

Tags/CW: oneshot, cuddling by the fire, reading and chill but not really, body worship, vaginal fingering, soft smut, second person POV

Summary: Continuation to Guide me

All characters depicted are 18+

You rise on your smarting legs, wiping your forehead, glaring at the afternoon sun. “I am done. Whatever else, can wait…until tomorrow…” you groan, then glance at Adrian, who’s been working at your side tending to the scant little garden you’d started growing near the castle. It’s not much: a few rows of salad, spices, onions, and cabbage seeds you found at the village market. Despite this, it’s yours, something the two of you created together, the benefits of which you’ll reap. 

You expect to meet a friendly smile, at least a little tired but your hopes are shattered: Adrian looks the same now as he will at tea, later—no different. And while there is a smile, it’s skittish and swift, his gaze sliding back rather quickly towards the tool shed. “I think we’ve overdone ourselves,” he says meaningfully with an arched brow, before looking back at you. You mirror his expression, knowing ‘ourselves’ refers to you, mainly. “Am I right to assume you are spent from your toils?”

“You are right to assume,” you mumble, and delight shines on his face as you stretch, bringing your arms above your head. You’ve been with him long enough to know when he’s watching, and now you feel his gaze drifting down your figure, see a quiver to his lip, the brief press of teeth upon it. Your eyes meet.

Interesting.

“What is it?” you ask, “Do I have dirt on my face?” You wipe your skin with your apron either way, gazing into Adrian’s curious stare.

“No,” he replies after a moment, nearing and hugging you close. You gratefully fall against his warmth, body sore and already protesting from the effort. 

“Living room, books, and cakes?” you ask as he kisses the top of your head. The plan for tonight… who’d have thought you’d end up here?

Adrian smiles. “Living room, books and certainly some cakes.”

With that decision, you head back together through the clearing dotted with the light of late afternoon, making for the castle and talking about nothing, the moment in the garden fading from your mind.

The heat of the fireside melts against your skin; you curl your toes, feet propped towards the murmur of flames, body folded into Adrian who’s—oddly—not currently occupied with any tome. He seems content to languish, as sometimes happens. Slow, barely-taloned fingers drag up and down your robed thigh. Maybe the day's work took enough out of him, too.

You doubt it. Head propped against his chest, you turn the page of a book open in your lap. The settee you’re sharing is spacious enough, the graze of touch soothing. The night is still and silent outside, offering a sense of safety that feels absolute. Though, of course, you know better.

“Do you think the Minotaur would've had an actual childhood?”

His fingers cease their tracing. “What?” he asks, sounding amused.

“I’m reading the Inferno,” you turn another page, “and there’s the part where they encounter the Minotaur?”

His arms wind around you, a smile hidden against your neck. “Ah.” 

His touch again glides down your side, your ribs, and up again, his thumb grazing the curve of a breast. A simmering pressure skews your focus, sending it astray; damn it. “Did you know he has a name?”

“Hm.”

“His name is Asterion. Wonder if anyone ever called him that, save his family… though not much of one...”

“Interesting directions your mind wanders tonight,” Adrian murmurs; his thighs shift beneath you, and he lifts you up a little more against him. “While we are discussing myth… I believe monsters are made, not born.”

Your eyes drift from the page to the golden-red light coiling softly around your figures; you smile into the flames. “I agree…” you pause; he’s hidden his face into your neck, unmoving, breathing as if he breathes through your body. 

“What does it say?” 

“...huh?” you ask ingenuously. Well, his fault. “I thought you’d read it?”

“I have. Remind me.” 

“... From…” you sigh at the press of soft lips to your pulsing vein, and read aloud, “... from out the upmost circle. Trembling fell…Through all its parts the nauseous abyss…”

Warm fingers gently turn your chin to him just enough, and like an unraveling scroll your thoughts return to those furtive glances during the day. He watches you now much as he did then; eyes strangely focused on yours, unsmiling, as serious as one who prays. “...With… with such a violence, the world, I thought...”

“Tell me.”

“... was stirred by love,” you barely finish, eyes closing at the featherlike brush of lips. It strikes a tender, hungry chord within, linked to another memory born of the very same yearning when he so readily shattered under your inexperienced touch. You miss that. “Adrian?” you ask, breaking away. 

His hand glides down your thigh. “Please, speak.”

“I was thinking.” You place your own hand over his, slow to grip, and before you lose your nerve, lead it inward. “Remember that time…?”

His hand becomes slack beneath yours, giving you control, though he can’t seem to keep himself from applying a slight pressure.

“I helped you then,” you grin, recalling how terrified and thrilled you'd been.

Adrian smiles, nosing at your cheek, nipping softly here and there. “You very much did...”

“Would you… return the favor?” The memory of that first shared intimacy is sweet, like honey dripping on the tongue, and you feel bold tonight apparently. Proud of yourself, even.

Adrian stills as you half-turn, staring into his rather flushed face, your arm winding around his neck.

“I would do anything for you.” A faint ribbon of red glows around his irises.

“Would you touch me?” you dare, guiding his hand between your thighs, yet staring into the black centers of his eyes.

Without taking his gaze off you, Adrian reaches for the book near your lap with his free hand and places it on the coffee table. “If you trust me.”

“Do you even need to ask that?” Your voice sounds weak as his fingers are slow to undo the sash fastening your house robe; they’re shaking, though he’s hard and still as stone against you.

“Turn back ahead,” he says, “Let me…”  he doesn’t finish but you do so, head leaning on his shoulder with a sigh. His touch is hot on your bare skin—it’s warm enough in the chamber that you hadn’t changed after your bath. 

You stare at the ceiling and bite your lip as he traces your body, cups one breast. Red and orange fill your sight, the soothing undulations of color splashing across the walls. 

“I should be honest, though,” he murmurs. “I’d be a liar…”  He’s a slow but deliberate explorer, nibbling on your ear so you arch your back, his other hand offering a mere gentle pressure between your legs. “...if I said this is only for you…”

“You were watching me today,” you sigh; his long finger traces upward, circling until your face burns with pleasure and you bring your thighs together, rubbing for more pressure.

Adrian smiles, licking along your jaw. “I was… so hungry for you.” His voice is hoarse; the balmy heat of his palms seeps through your skin. Eyes closed, you surrender completely, moaning softly as he feels how wet you are, gently spreading your thighs further; his breath is faster too. 

Your hand grasps his bicep and you tilt your face up, gaze into the now blazing red of his eyes, fixated on you. His lips part. The pressure increases; you go taut, looking back to see what he’s doing.

His finger makes slow, repetitive motions, in, then slowly slipping out and drifting upward, over that place that has pleasure rushing through you every time.

You crush your lips to his, met with no less fervor as he continues to please you, to hold you tight, to kiss you deeper when you moan.

You’re far, far gone, and more pressure numbs your mind; you look to see two elegant fingers plunging in and out of you, coated in you. 

Mindlessly you reach and touch yourself, that spot that seems to set your nerves afire as he goes on, and on, his mouth on your shoulder, your neck, himself hard as you lie sprawled in his lap; you feel him entirely focused, tensing, the movement of his hand more rhythmical, and your panting turns to whimpers. You stare at the ceiling but see nothing, feeling only him, his touch careful but insistent, more intense by the moment and you barely hear him.

“...let go,” he asks, bliss in his voice. “I want you to feel this, I… I want to be the one to offer you this,” he speaks, licking along your jaw.

You’d grasped his wrist, hips tilting upward, taking what he’s giving you.

“Please…” You’re not sure if that was you or him begging; the ceiling, the shadows… the fireside; a languid torment of senses, shattering you, his warmth holding you together, and then, and then—

A fall from grace, like sins in that Inferno, but here there is no withering. Here you pant in his arms, locked tightly around you, his mouth everywhere, his hand gentle and crushed between your trembling thighs; an uncontrollable shudder, your lashes shivering as your eyes open, gazing upward.  “That was… I felt so… alive.” 

Adrian smiles, kissing your forehead as you twist at the waist and hug him to your panting chest; he retrieves his hand and embraces you fully, looking as though he’d been lost among those soaring heights with you, and yet he broke your fall. He tugs on your lower lip, savoring it between his without haste. “... and now, we both know what it’s like.”

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[cloudyyoimiya]

HEY CLOUD HELLO °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° i hope you're having a good night!! (or day, or evening, or morning i really don't know. whatever it is i hope it's absolutely bangin)

i'm having a bit of a moment right now. may i please request some fluffy/romantic atsushi headcanons if that's alright? i just. i love him so very much 🤧💜 if not that's okay though no pressure! keep doing you and writing your amazing stuff okay?? <3

hi dia!! i’m sorry i didn’t get to this sooner!! i’m so happy to see you in my inbox though, it makes me rlly happy! anyways, yes ofc you can have some headcanons! the atsushi brainrot is real…

Romantic/Fluffy Headcanons; Atsushi Nakajima

Possible warnings: Tooth rotting fluff!

First off, Atsushi would be the best boyfriend. He’d always make sure that you were taking care of yourself, and he’d make sure that you were happy at all times.

Sometimes if he came back home from the agency late and you were already sleeping, he’d curl up right next to you. He’d then tell you that he was sorry for running late, despite you being asleep next to him.

Speaking of cuddling, he’d love it! Considering that he didn’t receive a lot of affection while growing up, cuddling with you would make up for some lost time. At first he was awkward about it, but once he got used to it he’d never leave your side while in private.

Once he gets more control over his ability, he’d totally let you sleep on him while he was a tiger. He got some ability training and you go your own personal fluffy pillow. It’s a win-win situation!

If he ever had to get up and leave early for work, he’d leave you small sticky notes on the fridge telling you that he left early and that he loves you. More often than not they’d come off more romantic than he had intended, and you absolutely loved them.

When it comes to pda, I don’t think that he’d like a lot. He would love to hold hands with you, or even interlace your pinkies together. He’d also be fine with hugs or kisses on the cheek, but he’d become very flustered if you kissed him on the lips. His face would become the equivalent to a tomato.

I think that sometimes he’d cook for the younger kids of the orphanage, so cooking would bring him a little bit of peace. If you happened to enjoy cooking as well, then he’d be over the moon. It would become a small little activity that the two of you would do together. He isn’t all that experienced with high quality ingredients though, so you’d have to help him get used to them.

If you ever got him a ring of any sort he’d save up to get a necklace and put the ring through it. Then he would be able to wear the ring at all times without worrying about it falling off while on the job.

If you ever fell asleep at your desk he wouldn’t wake you up. He’d either do one of two things. One being that he’d let you continue to sleep and the other being that he’d try to carry you to a nearby couch or bed.

I think that sometimes he struggles to fall asleep without sound, so you’d play some music that the both of you enjoy to fall asleep.

Atsushi more often than not calls just randomly lounging around with you dates. He thinks that as long as he’s with you it could be considered a date. He isn’t entirely wrong, no not at all, but it’s just a very cute little thing that he does.

When the two of you go on proper dates, expect him to take you to a boardwalk or just walking aimlessly around Yokohama. Sometimes you’d force him to go clothing shopping because his wardrobe his very limited, but he’d always try to turn it around and try to buy you things instead. The gesture is sweet but you’d much rather spoil him sometimes.

The first date that you went on, he attempted to pull out all of the stops. He arrived at your front door with a bouquet of roses, he made sure he looked cleaned up, and he took you to a very fancy restaurant that you were sure that consumed this weeks paycheck. You had to tell him that he didn’t have to do all of these things, but yet he insisted on doing so because he thought that you deserve the world. That moment then reminded you why you fell in love with him.

If you ever enter the agency’s office with his lunch, he’d be so happy. In fact he’d fall in love with you all over again. To him this is a way that you show that you care for him, and he absolutely loves it. Though, once you start to tell him to be less forgetful about his food he’d immediately flush and start stuttering.

Your first kiss was so special to him. In fact, I don’t doubt that it was his very first kiss ever, so the fact that it was you kissing him made it absolutely magical.

Sometimes when he speaks his words come out more romantic than he intended, and he would become bashful. You thought that it was absolutely adorable.

Atsushi would be the best boyfriend out there. <3

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[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hello and congratulations for the 750 subscribers. Could I request scenario 12, 10 NSFW dialogue with Ace? Otherwise, always with Ace, scenario 5 and dialogue 11 fluff. No pressure, take your time and chance to decline my request.

So I wrote the second one because I was having a hard time with the NSFW (will probably still write the second one, it'll just take more time)

Warnings: Marineford spoilers, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, death

Word Count: 960

     It had been 2 years since that day, since the day you’d lost everything. He’d been your life, your world, your heart, your everything. At first, you’d refused to believe it, you’d called Marco a liar but you’d already known he wasn’t lying, you’d known the moment you stopped feeling the rhythmic pulse against your hand. Furthermore, the large burn hole in his chest left no room for interpretation or denial, it left no chance at revival, the love of your life, Portgas D. Ace, was dead. You’d sobbed for weeks after, locked away in your room while the other Whitebeard pirates attempted to take out Blackbeard. When they’d found him, you fought with all you had, you wanted your own revenge now. He’d killed one of your best friends, he’d captured Ace, he’d lead to Ace’s execution, and whatever he’d done to Pops to take his power. You wanted him dead. But you failed. Just like you’d failed to save Ace, you’d failed to kill Teach. For a while, you’d wandered from place to place, not sure what else to do. The Whitebeard Pirates were scattered to the wind, not that you were certain you would have stayed without Ace, you didn’t want to go back to your island, and you didn’t have a crew to sail with, another thing that you weren’t sure you’d want to do without Ace. You were lost without him. Once again, you caught yourself rubbing the ring on your left hand. He’d called you his soulmate when he presented you with the ring… when he’d proposed. From that day until his death, whenever you were worried about him, you’d rub or play with the ring, it’s beat soothing you, reassuring you that he was alright. While you no longer felt his heartbeat through the metal on your hand, you couldn’t bring yourself to take it off. Biting your lip, you tried to hold the tears back, you didn’t have time to cry right now, nor was the middle of the street the place to break down into sobs. Gathering yourself together as best you could, you hurried back to your temporary home. You’d moved to Foosha village, wishing to learn more about what Ace was like as a child, anything to feel close to him again. 

     At first you’d thought the heartbeat that you’d felt against your hand was just your mind playing tricks on you, a sorrow induced hallucination. Until Dadan asked why your ring was pulsing. Then you’d thought that maybe someone had found it and put it on. Except the rings were keyed to you and Ace and he’d been buried with his. You’d run through a dozen possibilities, trying to explain why it was pounding away again, but the only conclusion you’d reached was that somehow, someway, somewhere, Ace was alive. Without his striker or his devil fruit powers, it took him a few months to sail back to Dawn Island. Thankfully, Marco had told him where you’d gone, the young man glad that he didn’t need to go looking for you. Not that he wouldn’t have, he would have scoured the earth for you, but he’d rather be reunited with you sooner rather than later. Ever since the ring had started up again, you’d waited at the docks, hoping that you’d see him on the horizon. The moment his boots hit the dock, you were tackling him, sending him stumbling backwards, almost knocking him over as tears spilled down your face, soaking his chest. Ace put you down, pulling his old yellow shirt out of his pack, trying to wipe your tears away, only for more to take their place.

     “How?” you asked, smiling at him as he continued attempting to dry your tears.

     “Dunno. Just woke up on a hill a couple months ago at the base of my own grave.” he said with a shrug, just as confused as to how he was alive as you were. You laughed, trying to wipe your tears away, happy to have him back.

     “I missed you so much. You were gone and I didn’t know what to do, I was so lost without you.” you said, the tears slowing as you took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. Ace gave you a sad smile as he caressed your cheek.

     “I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to leave you like that. I’m sure you’re mad at me for dying like that, and I know that when we… the whole till death… but I’m technically, I mean, are we still… do you want to still-” you silenced the boy with a finger against his lips, a soft smile on your lips

     “Just kiss me already, Ace” you whispered, caressing his cheek. Ace smiled, pulling you close, his lips pressed against yours in a passionate kiss. The two of you stayed lip locked until you had to breathe, only to pull each other back in again and again once you’d gulped some air down. Neither of you knew, or cared, how long you stood there, kissing each other repeatedly, holding each other, only that it still felt like it wasn’t enough. 

     “I promise, I’ll never leave you again. People still think I’m…” Ace cleared his throat as he looked away, rubbing the back of his neck, “So I mean, we can find somewhere quiet together. Well, hopefully not too quiet, but like, Mt. Corvo is pretty nice, I know it’s not really-” you cut him off again, this time with a soft, sweet kiss.

     “Anywhere is perfect so long as you’re with me.” you said softly, resting your head against him, simply happy to hold him again. He was back with you, you didn’t care how, just that he was with you once more. 

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[nut-in-me-jojo]

Always Will Be - Chp.6

Pairing: Yan!Gyutaro x Fem!Reader

Chapter: 6

Series Warnings: NSFW, extreme depictions of death, extreme violence, dead dove don’t eat, forced relationship, yandere, non/dubious consent, kidnapping, degradation, slut shaming, stockholm syndrome, poverty, dacryphilia, misogyny, dumbification, (If you don't like dark yandere's this story isn't for you.)

Word Count: 4K

Summary:  Gyutaro has lived for over a century now, still plagued by memories of the past and haunted by its ghost. You are one of his only two regrets.

Author Notes: PARASEXUAL ACTIVITY UP AHEAD!!! Yes, we've FINALLY made it to the NSFW parts so continue at your own discretion!!!

“Oh! Hello sir, it’s so good to see you agai-“ You heard the house madames voice from your room before another familiar voice interrupted.

“Same girl. Same deal.” The males scratchy tone cut off rudely.

“You want the same one? Sir, we do have other girls if you’d be inter- Wait! You can’t just-!”

The paper door to your room slams open to reveal the same “ugly guy” from the night before. You knew it was him from the moment you heard his voice; you knew that he said he’d come back. Yet somehow you were still shocked, you didn’t think it would be this soon.

Though he was displeased to see your pretty face painted up like a whore’s once again. Gyutaro seemed to lax slightly at the sight of you, relieved to see that you were alright and not a mangled bloody mess. But his muscles tensed once he caught a whiff of something rather...troubling.

“Leave us.” He told the house madame before tossing a satchel of coins into her and shutting the door in her face.

You were nervous to say the least, your last encounter with him was less than favorable and he was already proving himself to not be in chipper spirits. You couldn’t muster so much as a greeting as you sat in your spot quaking from the furious look on his face.

“What did I fucking tell you about wearing that perfume?” He seethed through grit teeth.

Your eyes widened in realization as fear punched through you; you were wearing that same wisteria fragrance you had lost. Someone else in the house happened to find it in the trash and returned it to you. You didn’t have a clue how it would’ve gotten there, you were just so happy to have it back that you had forgotten your customers instructions from last night.

“I’m sorry, I-“ Was all you could get out.

“WHAT DID I FUCKING TELL YOU?!” He roared at you, making tears well in your eyes as you cowered in fear from his boiling rage.

“What the fuck are you waiting for?! Take off your clothes and get it OFF!!” He drones like a drill sergeant.

You were able to break through your fear just enough to do what you were told, more afraid of what he’d do if you hesitated any longer. You grabbed the wash basin in your room, fumbling fingers moving to untie your obi in a jittery rush.

This was insanity, how could someone hate a scent this much? Such a flat out overreaction this was. It wasn’t even strong, how could he smell it from the door like that?

Your muscles strained taut as your kimono slipped off your shoulders, leaving you bare in front of him. You were used to being naked in front of strangers, it’s all part of the job after all. But this was different.

Your hands trembled around the cloth you held as you washed your skin off, trying to rid yourself of the damned perfume. You tried not to look at him, but you knew he was looking at you from the weight you could feel off his pressurizing gaze.

Just as you had suspected, Gyutaro was indeed staring at you. Each of your movements not escaping him. Demons didn’t have to blink, you know.

But his observation wasn’t that of a simple lecher. No, he stood there examining you like a jeweler would appraise a diamond. Meticulously analyzing each curve of you, checking for any blemishes in his recovered gem, anything that would differ from his Yuna. Anything that would make you a “fake.” But he could find nothing. Just as the treasure in the river had been; you were perfect.

He let out the faintest of breaths as relief washed over him. No bloodied wounds covered your body; not so much as a scar of your demise from all those years ago remained. And for the first time in a long time, the demon felt grateful for something.

Though his assuagement to your evident wellbeing did not travel to his face as his baleful glare seemed to incinerate you from across the room. You kept on scrubbing, nearly rubbing your skin raw in fear of stopping before he deemed you to be wisteria-free.

But your efforts seemed to not be good enough.

“Ugh!” He growled in outright abhorrence of the ever lingering stench. “I STILL fucking smell it!!!”

It seemed that you had only blinked and he was at your side towering over your crouched form; his face scrunching up even further now that he was close. “It’s in your fucking hair!” He hissed before grabbing the basin and dumping it over your head. You gasped as cold water drenched your body entirely, your perfectly crafted hairdo beginning to shift and loosen as (H/C) locks fell sloppily into your face.

And in seconds his hands were scrubbing and kneading throughout your hair, enraged snarling filling your ears as strands tore and ripped out of your head from his rough administrations. “Ahhh! Stop! Stop! Please stop, you’re hurting me!!” You cried out as your panicked hands shot up to try and pry him off your steadily bruising scalp.

But he swiftly smacked them away, not seeming to care in the least about your pain as he carried on in his violent treatment. The flesh of his fingers began to sting, slowly bubbling and blistering from the blasted wisteria that encased your precious locks. His scrubbing grew even more rushed and careless as he worked your head over, exasperatedly trying to rid your hair of the poison faster than it could melt him.

Your hands now favored to brace yourself against the soaked tatami mats beneath you as the force of his hands increased, threatening to press you into the floor from their sheer strength. “Stop it!! PLEASE!!” You begged him once again.

“Shut up, this is your own fault! None of this would’ve happened if you had just DONE WHAT I FUCKING SAID!!” He roared back as he continued cussing you out. “You ungrateful fucking bitch, I give you a new and better perfume and this is the fucking thanks I get?! You’re fucking lucky you’re not getting way worse than this.”

At long last, his calloused hands yanked themselves back out of your hair. Your own shooting back up to soothe your now throbbing and aching skull as you crumpled into a ball on the floor.

You watched his feet stomp over to your makeup stand, kneeling down to yank something off your jewelry box before moving to your window. He slammed the sun shield open before hurling your belonging out the window. The faint sound of shattering glass in the street below told you it must have been the perfume he had chucked.

With his attention preoccupied, you reach for your kimono in an effort to try and cover yourself from him. Scrambling to have a bit of decency back from his brutalization.

The sound of the window shutting back froze you in place. “Don’t.” He commanded, turning to face your pathetic form once again, making you shiver on the ground.

“I like you better this way.” He sneered with a click of his tongue before carrying on. “You have some nerve to defy me.” An eerie calmness shrouding his words and before you knew it he was once again at your side; seeming to move at the speed of light. His hand now moved to clutch around your throat, forcing you to your knees to look him in his ghastly face.

“But sluts aren’t exactly known for being the smartest, now are they?” He degraded you once again.

“I-I didn’t know y-you’d be b-back so-“ You sputtered out between his choking grip on your neck.

“I-I-I-I didn’t know!!!” He mocked you in a shrill girlish voice as he laughed in your face. “Oh but you did know, I told you I’d be back my sweet but stupid girl. As if it even matters when you thought I’d be back, I told you to do something didn’t I? And worthless whores like you are only born to listen to what a man tells you. So why…” He carried on with the same coolness before amplifying his force on your airways. “Would you not listen to me?”

At this point, you couldn’t even muster any words as he choked you out so fiercely. The pressure felt like your neck was going to snap, as you coughed and wheezed desperately for air flow. Black spots dotted across your vision, giving him extra marks as your sight of his enraged countenance began to blur out of focus. All that remained clear were his icy blues that seemed to bore straight through you as your consciousness waned.

Something about this all gave Gyutaro a sick but instinctive pleasure. Your flushed face that blazed past your half melted makeup and watering eyes as life threatened to leave you was such a wonderful sight. He was starting to not hate the makeup, it added dimension to your cute and despairing expression. But no, he couldn’t end this all now. Of course not, he still needed answers. But no mortal would ever disobey him no matter who they were. So, Yuna or not, you’d be learning your lesson.

But perhaps your likeness to his dearly departed is what made him refrain from drawing out his torture for longer than he normally would.

Suddenly he let go, air burning as it filled your lungs once again. You fell forward, nose nearly colliding with the floor as you laid coughing and gasping for air as a groveling mess at his feet.

“Oh, I guess it doesn’t matter. You could never help that you’re so stubborn and not the brightest, maybe that’s why I’ve never been able to stay mad at you. Besides, you won’t ever do that again will you?”

You shook your head “no” as tears rolled off your black and white smudged cheeks to the floor; unsure of what he meant by his choice of words but far too afraid to question him.

“I hope not, I’d almost hate to see what I’d do to you.” He snickered as he stood back up from his crouched position.

In an even more disturbing turn of events, something about the sight of your struggling and dying face had stirred something most primal within the demon. And Gyutaro knew nothing stood in his way to stop him from enjoying himself. So of course, he’d gladly indulge.

“I’m sorry..” He heard you sob softly from the floor, making his lips curl devilishly. Oh you were so pitiful. So disgraceful. He roughs you up and you’re apologizing to him? You did yourself such a disservice in your current situation but yet you were still too dumb to realize; to know that he was a creature who’s purpose was to torment it’s prey before ripping them to shreds. So oblivious to how your miserable crying got this creature so hot and bothered. You practically offered yourself up to him on a silver platter; a juicy steak laid out in front of a starving dog. Such a perfect whore you were.

“Awww, are you?” He went on in feigned pity but the sardonic scratch of his voice was not lost on you. “Why don’t you show me how sorry you are then?”

You yelped out as pain rushed to your still sore scalp when a brutish hand yanked at your hair, forcing you to look up to him again. “It’s the least you could do after all the trouble you’ve caused me.” He smiles down at you crookedly, but you knew by the look in his eyes and mockery in his voice that this was yet another demand rather than a request.

You were no idiot, you knew you had no say in this even despite the threat this particular patron imposed. This was what all customers paid for. It was nothing new, in fact it was policy. But somehow, this was new. Never had you felt more forced into performing, you’d never felt more scared of a man, never had you felt so powerless. And yet somehow you’d never wanted to do anything more in your life. Despite the pounding of the impending doom that hung in the air should you fail to please, this all felt so inexplicably natural, as if this was exactly where you should be. And in turn, you’d never felt more ashamed of yourself for having such a feeling.

But there was no time for self pity, the growing tent in his kimono ushered that you had a job to do. And you knew better by now than to make this man wait. So with shakey hands you untied his obi.

There was no need to part his robe, his member did the work for you as it practically jumped out at you from the folds. But that’s not what made you gasp out loud, your hands flying up to cover your mouth from the involuntary sound you’d uttered. Your body further betrays you as you quaked on your knees, icy-hot fear trickling down your spine with the fact you may have offended him just now.

No, it wasn’t his dick that was concerning but rather his whole body. You could always tell he was a skinny guy but this was skeletal. (E/C) orbs scanning over each of his poking ribs to the gaunt of his protruding hip bones. His abdomen was so impossibly small, almost as if his torso had been twisted around in a complete 360. He was such a wealthy man yet he looked like he was at death's door, as if he’d never had so much as a scrap to eat in his whole life.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned simply, though the pressure increase on your strained hair was telling enough that you had just fucked up.

For Gyutaro, years of abuse had made the demon rather sensitive; his insecurities knew no bounds. And while he had learned to grow used to it from his entire existence, he couldn’t handle that from you. His Yuna had never and would never call him ugly. If you had one thing to say, then Gyutaro would know all he needed. That you’re nothing more than a juicy steak after all.

You nearly choked on the breath that caught in your throat; terror punching you square in the gut for the second time tonight. And through your panic, you were once again to say the right thing at the right time with another truth of your own.

“I-I’ve never had one that big before!” You blurted out.

Gyutaro stood there picking apart your expression, searching it for any traces of deception. He stared at you for what felt like years before he laughed so faintly; at first. You gaped on in stunned silence as his laughs crescendoed from above while his feet inched closer to you.

His freehand moving to grasp his girth before prodding the pink tip against your plump and red-smeared lips. “Maybe you’re not so stupid after all.” He was willing to give to the cute little mouse in his grasp.

To further his claim, you wasted no more time by taking over his grasp on himself. You pumped his shaft as you readied yourself to sit more steady on your knees. Gently, your tongue weaved along the underside from the base and up and back down again. You heard a ragged sigh leave him before parting your lips to take the bulbous head of his dick into your mouth.

Gyutaro watched in ravenous glee as you hollowed your cheeks and bobbed up and down his length like the well trained whore you were. Needless to say, he didn’t feel one bit bad about this. If you were really not who he thought, then at the end of the day you had just been a pretty hole for him to fill after a twenty year dry spell; and nothing outside of that besides a nice dinner. And if you were who he hoped...then in his mind he was doing nothing wrong; Yuna certainly didn’t mind doing this for him before. “Hahhh~ such a sweet mouth you have.” He praised lowly.

Your hand kept on in its work of jacking him as your tongue swirled the tip of him over and over within the soft cavern of your mouth.

Gyutaro felt the hairs on his neck stand on end and his toes dig into the floor from the skill of your supple tongue. Taking a mental snapshot of how your fanned eyelashes gently rested on your appled cheeks as you sucked his cock with such sinful eagerness.

But as beautiful as a sight it was, Gyutaro was having a realization. In his haste to see you, he had come here with an even emptier stomach than last time. And as such, his desire to devour you whole surged through him tenfold. Watching you like this had him fantasizing of how deliciously your smooth flesh would practically melt in his mouth, how your cries and screams would sing to him as you were torn apart by the monster you had just pleasured, and the enticement to lean down and take a bite right out of your pretty little head as fangs ripped through skull and grey matter was maddening.

Lust and hunger merged and twisted themselves into an aching knot in the pit of his gut. The seams of his mind that sutured his demon tendencies to the remnants of his human memories threatened to give way as his hands trembled in your hair along with the dams that were so dangerously close to breaking.

But it was your sheer skill that kept you alive at this point and tethered him to reality. What tied him to the fact that if he let his hunger win, it would be the end of his lovely new play thing. That he’d have to wait another 100 some odd years for his Yuna to manifest herself again. And he’d already spent too long waiting for this impossible miracle.

With that fact, you were safe for the moment. But Gyutaro knew he couldn’t hold the dams for much longer. So with renewed vigor, the hands that remained anchored in your (H/C) locks tightened and pulled your head back further to elongate your throat before his hips snapped forward.

The lewd sounds of your arguable abuse filled the room as he throat fucked you how he saw fit. Gyutaro reveled in the faint little gasps you’d let out as he withdrew to the gagged squelching that sounded as he’d slam his throbbing length back into your sweet and welcoming mouth.

Your still sore throat burned from the choking grip he held on you earlier as he used you at his dizzying leisure. Your jaw ached and strained to remain stretched to take the full of his girth. The force of his inhuman thrusts brought tears to your eyes, streaking your makeup even further down your face.

But as desecrating as this all was, some kind of sickening, grossly misplaced, joy blossomed in you. Something unexplainable that made you want to run back to that awful “mommy and daddy” of yours and thank them for sending you to this hellhole because it’s what led you to this. To him.

Somehow deep within you, you felt so right, never felt happier to do anything for anyone. So happy to be of use to someone; never happier to serve. And you’d never felt even the smallest twinge of this feeling with anyone else.

All your pride and dignity wrestled and struggled against the arousal that rises in your core and pooled down below. You knew in your heart of hearts that this man surely only saw you as a mere cum dump -his downright dehumanizing treatment towards you solidified that- yet that knowledge and the need to try to prove yourself as the best for that role only riled you up further in the most self-betraying of ways.

As you mentally struggled with your self-worth on the floor, Gyutaro was chasing down his pleasure up top. Your makeup had since migrated to blotch and smear across his navel from the onslaught of his thrusts; but that was the absolute last of the demon’s worries as his high dangled so close in reach. Your throat was so splendidly tight and fit his cock like a glove he’d award. So, so, so, SO perfect you were, oh how he’d missed you.

As his breathing grew more uneven you knew he was about to bust and within seconds your assumption was sealed. The salty taste of his load coated your tongue, he stood hunched over you as the last spurts of his seed splashed against the back of your throat. He stilled for a few moments more before he finally withdrew; a trail of fluids still connecting the two of you. However, your sore jaw had no time for reprieve as his hand went to cup your chin tilting you to look at him.

“Swallow.” He demanded through the bloodlust that still clouded his senses in the aftermath of his climax; but you were quick to open your mouth and show your sir that you already had.

“Such a good girl, you didn’t even have to be told.” He grinned maniacally at you, making a twisted and loathed sense of pride swell in you from his praise.

You had half a mind of what to expect now, surely the real fun would start as your body seemed to hope. But your expectations came crashing down as he roughly shoved you backwards. You had just barely caught yourself on your elbows and he was already tying back his kimono.

Gyutaro knew that he had to leave not now, but right fucking now. But yet his feet failed to move, his stomach churning painfully while his mouth watered at the sight of you laying so hopelessly on the floor with those longing eyes, as if you were begging him to come and take a bite. And his burning need to cum was no longer pressing and there to save you from him doing just that.

The two of you only stared at each other through the deafening silence that spread thick in the air. The sadism in his gaze blazed through your flesh and freezed the blood in your veins. The way he looked at you right now was undoubtedly the scariest you’d seen of him yet. From the unbridled malice in his eyes to the pounce that seemed just under the surface of his stance, your sixth sense screamed at you with all of its might to get away. The sensation of imaginary pin pricks covered you whole as yet another one of your body's instincts to implore you to get up and run as fast as you could.

But you did something else, you said the right words that would save you yet again. “Are you...leaving?” You whispered out hoarsely through your bruised throat.

Gyutaro finally blinked from the sound of his Yuna’s voice, snapping him out of his starving haze. It seemed that was all he needed to remember the true endgame in all this.

“Yeah...I am.” He confirmed, though it sounded like he was trying to convince himself of that rather than you. He briskly turned to make his exit, to try and outrun his monstrous instinct to mutilate you on the spot.

He had just made it to the door when you had an itching question that came from your deepest regions that yearned so strongly at this point that you couldn’t help yourself to ask even in the oddly precarious situation you knew this to be. “Sir, why do you always leave without wanting to um…” The words dying in your mouth as your integrity seemed to finally burst through to keep your vile desire from making a bigger fool of yourself than you already had. “...you know…” You stop yourself awkwardly.

Gyutaro pauses but doesn't risk looking back at you in fear he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. You couldn’t see the amused smirk that pulled at his thin lips but you could practically hear it in his answer. “Who says I don’t want to fuck you?”

And he was gone.

Hi again! I hope everyone’s doing well UwU Lemme start by saying I’m so grateful for each and every one of you, my readers. So I really hope you’re still enjoying the story and I can’t wait to catch y’all next time!

In other news, just a quick little question I had. Do I have any Shigaraki simps in the audience? I figured I might since he and Gyutaro are so similar visvwiwgsush

If I do, I thought I’d let y’all know that I have a Shigaraki fic in the works. It’s been steady in production for years. However, It’s a canon x OC. (But if you must, you can pretend it’s you I don’t really give a shit.) So if that strikes your fancy, hopefully I’ll have that out for y’all soon!

Chapter 7

#gyutaro smut #yandere gyutaro #yandere demon slayer #gyutaro x reader #gyutaro x y/n #gyutaro shabana #gyutaro x you #kny gyuutaro #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba gyuutarou

[not-bcring]

" Fujisaki-san? Are you in here?" Nagito called out as he nudged open the door, his hands were full of printouts. " I was told to bring you homework. " 

- ✩   「   @crushedmystars ​  」   ✩

「 ☆ 」   Sometimes Chihiro doesn’t take the best care of herself… It’s a bad habit picked up from her father, both of them having a tendency to overwork themselves to the point of exhaustion once they’ve gotten invested in something. Normally one could try and prevent the other from spiraling into invigorating but eventually-debilitating effort. Or at least, mitigate the effects of it. But with Chihiro living in the school dorms, her supervision is even less than she used to get at home. Not that there was ever much of that there either. Having made a breakthrough in her latest project, a perfect storm had arisen from her success.

Making the breakthrough on a Friday, that left her an entire weekend to fervently ride the wave of ravenous inspiration, barely managing to remember to eat and drink— if energy drinks and whatever snacks she had lying around on hand count —let alone sleep until two days had passed. Waking up, head throbbing and body aching from the abuse it suffered in the name of innovation, Chihiro had been distraught to realize that she’d slept through an entire day of class… Luckily the discipline in Hope’s Peak isn’t as stringent as other schools, and her teacher had been more than understanding when the tearful girl had frantically called spewing apologies. Still, guilt gnaws at her stomach as she tidies up around her work area, diligently throwing away cans of liquid energy and empty bags of what had substituted for her meals.

Wiping down her area, careful to keep any stray crumbs from damaging her computer, Chihiro spares a glance at herself in the monitor— … Shoot. Gasping at the sight, Chihiro grimaces and quickly starts running her fingers through messy hair, trying to tame the short locks so they don’t stick out at odd angles. Patting at her skirt and fixing her shirt, she’s so engrossed in making herself presentable that she doesn’t notice her visitor until he’s already opened the door. Squeaking with surprise, she turns around to face the disturbance, nearly falling over in her clumsy haste. Bumping against her desk, she lightly laughs with a mixture of relief and embarrassment, grateful that it’s simply someone with good intentions… but wishing he hadn’t seen her nearly fall.

❝  O-Oh! Heh... Hello, Komaeda-senpai!  ❞  Chihiro says with a nervous giggle, recognizing the upperclassman that she’d been informed would be bringing over her missed assignments.  ❝  Thank you so much for bringing those!  ❞  Moving over, having to sidestep a few discarded cans still littering the ground, she carefully takes the homework with a smile, chipperly continuing with a wave of her hand to further invite him inside,  ❝  I’m sorry for causing you trouble. You probably have more important things to do than deliver my homework. But um, if you aren’t in a rush, then I’d love to show my appreciation!  ❞  

Setting her homework down on her desk, she turns to look at Nagito with her hands excitedly clasped in front of her,  ❝  Would you like something to drink? I also have snacks if you’re hungry— Of course, if you’d rather not hang around here, I could always give you something to eat and drink on the go. Heheh...  ❞  Not wanting to pressure Nagito into spending time with her if he doesn’t want to— she’s trying to do something nice to make up for being a bother, after all —Chihiro waves her hand with a sheepish smile,  ❝  It just doesn’t seem right to inconvenience you without offering something in return, you know?  ❞     「 ☆ 」 

#not-bcring #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ’ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ! ❞ ¦ 「 Chihiro IC 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴏᴘᴘᴏꜱɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ❞ ◌ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴇᴠ. ᴀᴜ ¦ 「 Chihiro 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ʟᴜᴄᴋʏ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Nagito 」 #crushedmystars #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴏʙᴛᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ꜰʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛ ❞ ¦ 「 Answer 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴅɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɴɢ; ʙɪɴɢ ʙᴏɴɢ: ᴀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ! ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

[thought-not-proccessed]

「Hello,world!」- Change

Well I didn’t do to well in terms of daily thoughts but I’m not gonna focus on the negative. Only positive mindset here. It’s going to be a hard fight to change and fight off negative messages.

This post is about change, and my thoughts on change. And when it comes to change, my thoughts have changed (Sorry). I’ve always thought changing was a forced painstaking procedure. That you had to just force your body to stop doing the things you’ve been taught, or taught yourself to do. And I lived my life like that. 15+ years I’ve been a person whose “changing” and I’m yet to have seen much results. I think my mental was off.

A few days ago I just changed. And I’m not saying my brain just started doing different things on its own. It’s more of a switch type method. I just woke up one day and did made the changes I wanted to as if I was always doing it. I’ve been doing more beneficial things I’ve always thought I was wasn’t gonna be able to do because my past method wasn’t working. This is in beginning stages so I can’t get too cocky yet, but I’m hoping this type of things continues and I’ll gradually heal both my body and my mind. If anyone is reading this, first, thank you. And second, if you have similar tweaks or traits you’d like to change, like drinking more water or exercising more or doing more of your hobbies, try to just wake up with the mindset that you already do those things, rather then fill your mind with the pressure of change. Don’t be in progress just “be”.

Thanks for reading

-JC

#thoughts #not #processed #mindfulness #mindset #brain #change #progress #work in progress #hobbies

[theaterism]

@verthandiwalking continued from ☆

Generally, Victor thought, people didn’t stand right back up after falling from rooftops. Not that he had much experience in the matter, of course. He’d been sitting on a crate when she’d fallen, whittling a small creature from wood. Her sudden appearance made him jolt, and the blade nicked his finger. Alarm still prickled over his skin now, his frame tense. The half-joke didn’t earn the slightest show of amusement in response. He gave the woman a steady look, concern flickering in his eyes. “Sure you’re alright?”

#verthandiwalking #(hello!! no pressure to continue this if you’d rather not!) #(victor is just Worried) #|☆| threads #|☽| victor ( gentle bear ) #|☆| ic

[miserablemercury]

secrets

pairing: sapnap x fem!reader

summary: you and sap develop a secret sexual relationship.

warnings: switch!sapnap, switch!reader, smoking, dirty talk, semi-public sex, thigh riding, orgasm denial, humiliation kink, degradation kink, pet names, oral (m!receiving), spit kink, drunk sex, pain kink, daddy kink

word count: 1.8k

smut under the cut

you can still remember when it started.

at first, a lingering glance or two while you were with friends. then subtle touches sometimes, always leaving you wanting more. a sly comment, a sexual joke, a teasing lilt.

the first time you did anything, though, was at a party at his house. everyone else passed out on the couch, the both of you moved to his room, lying on his bed, passing a half-smoked blunt back and forth lazily. chase atlantic flowed softly in the background and you found yourself staring at the way the smoke left his parted lips. no words were shared, but you could feel the energy shift when he sat up on one elbow, looking down at you. the dark purple lights of his room only further blurred your senses until all you could think of were his mouth and how much you wanted it on yours. your heart stopped in your chest as you both leaned in, his breath gently fanning your face as he got closer, then kissing each other, hesitant at first but then with all of the passion and nerves built up over the past several months.

it only escalated from there, and fast, as you quickly discovered your overwhelming need for each other, despite the risk of sneaking around your friend group.

the tension left you a breathless bundle of nerves each time you hung out with the group, silently contemplating how to be near each other without rousing suspicion.

it was no different this time; karl invited the group over to his house for a movie night.

everyone scattered on the floor and chairs, you glanced at sapnap panicked, not knowing where to sit.

“sap, y/n! good to see you! come sit here!” alex nods to the corner of the couch opposite where he rests, except there is only room for sap to sit, and nowhere else comfortable for you to go.

sapnap sits confidently, outstretching his arms and spreading his legs. he smirks as you search for somewhere else to go, silently calling you over with two fingers, first pointed at you, then down at his lap.

heat rushes to your face as you shuffle over, stumbling a bit as he firmly pulls you onto his lap, securing you in place with an arm around your waist. he pulls a blanket over the two of you, pushing you down and forcefully opening your legs so you’re sitting directly on his thigh. you squirm nervously but he only tightens his grip before leaning in your ear and whispering low enough so only you can hear, “you like that, don’t you, kitten?” you can hear the smirk in his voice and hate that he’s right as the wetness between your legs grows to be unbearable.

the combination of the pressure on your lower stomach from his arm, his chest pressing warmly in your back, his breath lightly fanning your neck, his rich musk and cologne, and his lightly bouncing leg make the pleasure too much to stay quiet. his thigh feels so good against your aching sex and you bite your knuckle to try and stop yourself from moaning. you're thankful that the lights are off and no one is really paying attention to you, but the light humiliation of doing something like this when others are around still feels embarrassing, only adding to your nerves.

sap gently but firmly grabs your hips with his hands and moves you backwards so you're further nuzzled in his chest; it would have been comforting if not for the bunched fabric of his shorts now rubbing against you, making you open your legs and lean your head back on his shoulder with a pleasured sigh. just when you felt yourself nearing your finish, sapnap cruelly closes your legs and swings them across his lap, pouting in feigned sympathy at your hurt expression.

"awh, kitten, you didn't really think i'd let you cum that easy?" his mouth forms into a smile, and you swore in that moment you'd get him back.

your opportunity arose the next time the group got together. alex wanted to have a cooking stream with the both of you, and you found yourself fantasizing of all the different ways you would get him alone.

you decided to tease him the minute the camera turned on, not being able to resist his embarrassed expression, and it certainly lived up to your expectations.

"hello chat! today we're doing another cooking stream!" alex says to the camera, waving his hand over the array of ingredients splayed on the table.

"okay, flour first, right?" sap is stood next to you, and you reach past him for the bag of flour, brushing against his chest and leaning forward, giving him full view to your panties as your skirt lifts up a bit.

you hear him inhale sharply and you hide a smirk as you continue with the stream.

the three of you laugh at your own ridiculousness as you somehow manage to create a cake mass of chocolate and dough, frosted meticulously as if it would fall apart any minute.

"all right chat, should we do a taste test?" alex struggles to cut a piece and tries it for the chat.

you swipe a finger along the top, collecting a bit of frosting, then making eye contact with sap as you suck it off, batting your eyelashes. his face reddens and he gulps as his eyes trail down your body.

alex remains completely unaware as he jokes to the chat and wraps up the stream.

the second the camera turns off, the flushed boy next to you takes your wrist and says to alex, "i have to use the bathroom. y/n, you know where that is, right?"

you stifle a laugh and ignore alex's confused expression as you're whisked away to the bathroom, watching sapnap fumble to lock the door.

you step toward him slowly, drinking in every moment.

you lean toward his reddened face, taking him in a messy kiss. before he can take control of the situation, you say: "can't wait until we're alone, huh? needy boy," you smirk before licking a wet stripe up his neck, sinking to your knees and praying he stays quiet.

you unbuckle his belt, staring up at his nervous face before taking him in your mouth. he instinctually tangles a hand in your hair and you let him; he pulls it harder as a couple moans escape from his throat when he's about to finish, rushing to put his palm against his mouth in embarrassment. you admire his flushed face and blissful yet guilty expression, but remember your mission, and slide his cock from your wet mouth, getting up from the floor.

"that's what you get for teasing me." a devious smile makes its way across your lips as you wipe his precum from your face; his furrowed brow and pathetic look reassured you that this was definitely worth it.

and yet you secretly hoped he would punish you for it.

which is why when he threw a big get-together at his place, you were nothing short of anxious and scattered. before you knew it your mind was racing, fantasizing of all the things sap would do to you, and with a ton of people over, no less.

the night passed in an agonizing blur until everyone was pretty drunk, the lights dim and rap playing through a speaker.

the group sitting on the couch in the living room, you make your way to the kitchen to refill your cup. leaning your elbows on the counter, your eyes trail over the array of alcohol, trying to decide just how drunk you wanted to be tonight.

you hadn't noticed sapnap enter until he cleared his throat.

"interesting outfit choice, y/n," he sucks his teeth. you chose a short, form-fitting silk dress for the occasion; of course he commented on it, that was your intent after all.

"do you like it?" you feign innocence, making your way over to him and placing your hands flat against his chest.

he looks down at you with a fire growing in his gaze, finally meeting your eyes. he nods his head towards the stairs, a demand rather than a question.

you giddily follow him to his room, watching him lock the door.

"the first place we ever fooled around, huh?" your smirk is short lasting as you notice the stern look on sapnap's face.

"sit down."

you obey without a second thought as he walks over to you, grabbing your jaw in his large hand.

"open."

you listen still, and your growing arousal only worsens when he cruelly spits in your open mouth, telling you to swallow.

you submit in silence as he pulls you up for a heated wet kiss before pushing you back on the bed and flipping you over. you feel him lift up the end of your dress and exhale a short laugh at your thin, lace lingerie.

"god, you're such a slut, y/n," he smacks your exposed ass, causing you to let out a whimper muffled by the bed sheets.

he leans down by your ear and confirms your consent before roughly pulling your panties down to your knees and starting to fuck you from behind.

your attempts to quiet your moans are useless.

the sound and smell of sex fill his darkened room; the feeling of him roughly thrusting in and out of you is more pleasurable than you can bear. you know it's good but you're just so sensitive you can't help but squirm under his touch.

a large hand tangles in your hair and pulls it back, lifting your head from the sheets.

with a strangled moan, you say, "oh my god, harder, daddy, please."

you had never called anyone this before, but it just felt so fitting. it certainly fueled his ego enough to let out a moan and grip your hair even tighter.

his hands roam your body, smacking your ass harder this time, leaving a red mark, and moving to your throat, harshly pulling you up so your back is flush against him.

"who's making you feel this good?" he mutters in your ear through gritted teeth.

"f-fuck! you are, you are, daddy, no one but you."

"that's what i thought. don't forget who's in charge here, huh?"

he pants and lets out a throaty moan as he finishes inside of you, you following a moment later.

you can't conceal your pleasured mewls as he pulls your panties back up and kisses you slowly, not nearly as mean as before.

you relish in the come down as you and sapnap rejoin the group downstairs, trying to be discreet.

alex, with a face red from alcohol, upon the sight of the pair of you in the doorway, lets out a laugh.

"next time you fuck, wait until we're gone, alright?"

#mcyt #mcyt smut #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt ff #dsmp #dsmp smut #dsmp x reader #dsmp imagine #dsmp ff #sapnap #sapnap smut #sapnap x reader #dream smp imagine #sapnap ff

[imagine-always-and-forever]

In Plain Sight -- Part 13

A Klaus Mikaelson Imagine

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Word length: 2170

Warnings: typical violence and stuff you’d see in the show (oh and swearing)

Request: Hello! I just found your blog and I’m living it! Can you do a Klaus story where the reader has twins with him but he didn’t know (maybe one of his siblings helped them hid or something?) But that they are older then Hope by like a year so when their Aunt comes for a firstborn and funds Hope is not it she goes after the reader who Klaus was in fact in love with? If not its cool no pressure :) (requested by @poemfreak306 )

Summary: as Klaus continues to learn about the past, Y/N listens carefully to those around her in hopes to form a plan.

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(if you want to be tagged in the next parts, let me know! And if I’ve forgotten you on the tag list, let me know that as well!)

Author’s note: I don't know about you but I'm very much looking forward to Klaus and Y/N "waking up." 😈 Please do let me know how you're enjoying it thus far and what do you think happens next?

Elijah came back shortly. You wondered at his inability to leave his brother’s side even now. Was it guilt he felt? Regret?

He was quickly joined by a man you didn’t recognise. So many new faces in their lives. So much of their lives you weren’t there to see. A pang of hurt ran through you as you thought about them moving on.

But wasn’t that what you had wanted?

“I heard about Freya’s plans,” the man said. Elijah nodded. “You still trust her?”

“Our enemies are everywhere, if I start to believe they are in my own family I have already lost,” Elijah answered after a few seconds of thought.

“So given that taking out enemies is sort of Klaus’s forte, you thinking about pulling that dagger out?”

Elijah’s eyes got a faraway look in them before he looked down at his brother’s body.

“Until they are safe, I would rather not unleash that Shakespearean rage,” he admitted.

You could see in his face that he knew he’d gone too far. He knew that Klaus would do far worse to him than leave him in a coffin with a dagger of his own in his chest for the rest of time.

“And the girl?” the man asked, taking your frozen body in with intrigue. “Rebekah says she’s special,” he said with an odd emphasis on the last word, his expression mistrusting.

Elijah sighed.

“Y/N,” he began, looking from his brother’s body to yours, “is more than the twins’ mother,” he said. The man frowned at his words.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning,” Elijah continued, “that unlike Hayley, if anything were to happen to her,” he paused, looking back at his brother. “There would be no place on earth safe, no punishment in existence worse enough to satisfy the devastating rage that would follow Niklaus’s grief.”

The man looked up sharply at Elijah. You couldn’t let yourself think about Elijah’s words. You couldn’t question or wonder at their validity.

“And you think it’s a good idea to keep her bound like that?” the man asked, an edge of fear in his voice as he looked back down at you. You could tell by the look in his eyes that he saw you as a threat. He swallowed nervously.

“I do not think there is anyone more loyal, more convinced of the good in my brother, and perhaps who sees him more clearly, than Y/N,” Elijah stated. He looked down at the ground, shame in his body language. “Not even myself.”

“Well, shit,” came the reply.

“We free her, and she will free Niklaus,” Elijah told him with certainty. His eyes met yours and you willed everything you had to send a message through your eyes as they locked.

He was right.

“And if we don’t free her?”

Elijah swallowed.

“That, my dear Marcellus, is equally troublesome,” he sighed.

Recognition sparked through your system at the name. Marcellus. You remembered Klaus talking about him when he told you stories of the time he ruled over New Orleans. He practically built the city himself. And Marcellus was like a son to him.

But you thought he had died. You recalled the grief in Klaus’s voice when he told you about Mikael’s appearance at the theatre, of his family barely getting out with their lives as Marcellus was strung up, dead and burning.

“Translation: Klaus’ll rip us apart for turning his lover into sleeping beauty,” the man, Marcellus, stated with resignation. Very much not dead. Elijah nodded, a small quirk of his lips at the phrasing. “So, we’re damned if we do and damned if we don't.”

“Precisely.”

Meanwhile

Klaus and Dahlia were instantly transported to another patch of baren woodlands. There was a hut surrounded by various deadly-looking warnings, twigs bound together, the remains of animal sacrifice pinned to trees, innards displayed across a workbench, and a herb garden growing what Klaus knew to be potent ingredients in many spells.

“Very cliché,” he noted, looking around. “Tell me did you inspire the witches of Grimm lore?” he goaded, walking closely behind her as she made her way towards the fire pit. “Enslaving a young girl in a hut on the edge of a dark forest,” he continued as she ignored his taunts, “I suppose you planned for this to be my children’s fate.”

He turned to look at her as they came to a stop, his eyes daring her to deny it. Wondering if she really needed him to tell her that he wouldn’t let it happen, that there was no memory she could show him that would convince him to hand over his children.

“I did not enslave Freya,” Dahlia sighed, not paying him any attention. “I kept her from those who abused our craft, demonized her, and most importantly, I shielded her,” she continued just as a young Freya passed between them. Her eyes followed her niece, a sadness in them that Klaus did not understand. “From herself,” she finished.

Klaus watched with interest as his sister faced the fire pit, her face awash with anger and sorrow. She threw two yarrow flowers into the pitiful flames. The anger radiated off her as she raised her hand and brought the fire to a roaring, soaring ferocity. Her face was scrunched up with all the overpowering emotions she had flowing through her body, and Klaus could tell she was lost to it.

Dahlia appeared, rushing down the path towards Freya, calling her name but receiving no answer. There was panic in her eyes at the sight of Freya’s emotion and the resulting fire, but when she looked down to see the yarrow flower, it shifted to something else.

“Where did you get the yarrow flower?” she asked, obviously knowing the answer already as Freya’s chest heaved and she didn’t look away from the fire. “You cannot go past the stream,” she reminded her, genuine concern in her voice. “It is too dangerous.”

“Then where shall I go? To the hovel? To the garden?” Freya spun, her face contorted with pain and anger that only seemed to fuel the fire as she let her words fall from her mouth. “Oh no,” she smiled, her anger bubbling into glee. “I’m not allowed to venture that far. I might encounter another person, and you would not stand for that,” she spat, eyes blazing as she stared Dahlia down.

“People are frightened,” Dahlia tried to explain, tried to calm Freya’s anger. “They are afraid of what they do not understand.”

Klaus could tell she was trying desperately to calm Freya and he had a feeling he knew why if the still blazing fire was any indication.

“They will only hate you,” Dahlia told her as she reached to place a loving hand on her cheek.

“I hate this place,” Freya swatted her away, stepping back as her sorrow and anger overflowed. Dahlia was calm in response. “I want to see more than the same trees, the same hills.” Freya looked deranged. “A face that isn’t yours,” she gasped out.

The wind picked up, swirling around Freya as she started to hyperventilate. She was lost to her emotions, overcome with them and drowning. She gasped, heaved, pulled into herself by her magic. It pained her, swallowing her whole and burning her from the inside out.

“Freya,” Dahlia warned, noting the change. “Control it.”

Klaus could see and feel the wild magic in the air. It was a force he had not ever felt, never knew such a power could exist. More than anything, he sensed the absolute lack of control Freya had over her magic as it fed on her emotions.

He watched in morbid fascination as Freya’s hands came to her head, the pain of the unleashed magic inside of her driving her slowly mad. She cried out, anger and sorrow turning to fear. She was too far gone to be reached and she cried as the power bled her.

Klaus thought of the Freya he knew as the Dahlia in the memory ordered Freya to control herself, to focus. The world around them darkened. The wind whipped painfully around them, lashing through the trees like a knife. Crows gathered, seemingly from nowhere to circle above them as omens.

This was not the Freya he knew and a part of him wondered at the severity of it if she had survived it all. He wondered if this was really a warning for his own children’s future. A bigger part of him knew he wouldn’t be able to take the risk. Beside him, he was surprised to notice that Dahlia had to look away from the pain Freya was experiencing.

Freya started to spit up blood, Dahlia’s calls to her unable to help. The crows started to fall. Soon the ground was littered with their dead bodies. Freya looked up, watching as more death rained down around her. She screamed in terror, completely unable to stop what was happening. Her fear making it worse.

Freya fell to her knees, her power consuming her. Her fingers scratched at her head, desperate to make it stop as blood continued to fall from her nose and mouth. She screamed over and over as her magic swirled chaotically around them.

Dahlia was still beside her and it made Klaus wonder at her calmness, her lack of anger, and even signs of compassion. Dahlia bent, taking Freya into her arms, who collapsed into her, clinging desperately to something solid outside the terror of her magic.

Dahlia held Freya as she cried before she gasped her face, forcing Freya to look into her eyes. There was no hate in Freya’s gaze, only fear. Overwhelming fear as she clung to Dahlia to save her.

“Sing with me,” Dahlia said, true compassion in her voice. But even then Klaus could hear the panic in her voice that she tried to hide for Freya’s sake. “Calm your heart.”

They hummed the lullaby that she and Esther had sung when the Vikings came. Freya didn’t hesitate, her eyes locked onto Dahlia and her throat working to sing along, focusing only on those two things as the world around her broke apart.

Klaus didn’t look away, couldn’t look away from the scene.

“She was completely out of control?” he asked knowing the answer already.

“Firstborn witches in this bloodline possess devastating power,” Dahlia explained.

“You’re saying this is what’s to come for my children,” Klaus stated. The meaning of the words sunk in and he found himself waking, trying to get away from the truth.

“Those twins will suffer far more than Freya,” Dahlia said, a slight edge of pity in her voice. She was looking at Klaus as if he should have guessed it already. “Their magic is tainted with your vampire blood as well as the aggressive wolf temperament,” she explained.

Klaus felt a familiar self-loathing at his existence being the cause of the twin’s future torment.

“Without the proper tutelage that only I can provide, their power will grow unchecked,” she said as if this were akin to starting the apocalypse. Klaus said nothing as she approached him. “They’ll lash out at everyone,” she explained, something that they had seen Freya just do. “Including you,” she added.

Klaus let out a breath, unable to stand the thought of losing them when he only just found them.

“They’ll devastate the city you love. And then her terror will spread far beyond,” Dahlia continued, though her mind was far away, no doubt imagining the ruin that would befall the world. Klaus hated the images she caused to come to his mind, the pain he could already imagine the twins in.

He would not let his children become monsters. He would save them.

“I, too, am a firstborn, so I was the only one to help save Freya from herself,” Dahlia explained quickly. “Just as I am the only one who can save those twins.” Her tone was incredulous as if she could not believe that he didn’t understand that there was no option here, that she was the good person in all of this.

Klaus let out a breath.

“You see, Niklaus,” Dahlia said, eyes searching his, “You need me.”

Klaus was angry and scared and upset because yes, he saw. Yes, he believed her. And yes, he needed to stop this from happening to Astrid and Ari.

“And Hope?” he asked.

“Is not the firstborn and thus is saved from this fate,” Dahlia answered. “She’ll be powerful, as our bloodline always is, and more so with your magic in her, but her power will not consume as it will for the twins.”

Memory Freya and Dahlia stood, the storm of Freya’s power calmed for now, and walked together towards the hut. Freya held Dahlia for support, their arms wrapped around each other.

“Your twins will need my guidance,” Dahlia reiterated, bending down to pick up one of the many crows Freya’s loss of control had killed, “just as Freya did.”

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[fruitcoops]

Hello Eve! Hope you are doing well!

I've just been rereading your master list, as one does, and Roots and Veins got me thinking and I had a thought that perchance you may like to write? No pressure of course! But in that fic Remus was missing his cap cuddles since, ya know, rib injury, and I thought... Does anyone try and replace cap cuddles? Or even some Remus and James bonding and falling asleep in the couch leaning against each other?

Just supportive James / Lions and platonic support cuddles, ya know? I think we could all use some support cuddles once in a while lol and we all *know* the Lions are all just cuddly teddy bears under that tough hockey man facade.

Oh, yes, all the platonic cuddles! I think James was helping Lily with newborn Harry at that point, but this was combined with an ask for some Loops/ Logan friendship. Hope you enjoy! SW credit goes to @lumosinlove

Remus didn’t even have time to fully look up before a lump of muscle and backwards baseball caps settled down in his lap with a sigh. “By all means, keep going,” Logan said after a moment of dead silence, gesturing at his open book.

“Can I help you?” Remus half-laughed. He could hear some of the others snickering around them—if Logan was going for some sort of prank…

“No, I’m just here for company.” He tossed a peanut in the air and caught it in his mouth, shifting so his legs were slung casually over the armrest. “Comfy?”

Remus snorted at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. “Yeah, I guess. Is this a joke, Tremz?”

“Why would you think that?”

“My lap isn’t usually your preferred seat, if memory serves.”

Logan tilted his head back for the next nut and pouted slightly when it bounced off his nose. “Cap cuddles.”

Remus waited for a moment; when Logan continued snacking rather than offering any explanation whatsoever for his cryptic and unhelpful comments (not that it was a new phenomenon), he sighed through his nose. I’ll bite. “What about Cap cuddles?”

“You’re not getting them. Fuckin’ sucks, eh?”

“I—yes?” Remus glanced at the other side of the room, where his friends were going about their business as usual. No cameras, no recordings. Logan was being dead serious. “Sirius isn’t supposed to have any kind of pressure on his bandages right now, but I’d say the whole ‘broken bones’ thing is worse than missing some cuddles.”

“Hmm.” Logan surveyed his face before he nodded decisively and shifted to lean against Remus’ chest. “I can fix one of those things.”

“…what are you doing?”

“Cuddle me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Jesus, Loops, I’d think from the general dopey look on your boyfriend’s face that you’d be better at this,” Logan snorted with a sideways smile, dragging Remus’ arm over his shoulder and cozying right up to him. “You smell nice.”

“What the fuck are you doing?” Remus laughed, though he rubbed a vague oval on Logan’s shoulder more out of instinct than anything else. “You’re tapping in for my fractured boyfriend by sitting on my lap and demanding to be snuggled?”

“You get used to it,” Finn called across the common area without looking up from his book. “Let me know if he starts to bite.”

Logan flipped him off, but didn’t move from his spot. “Loops, you’ve been melancholy without the big, strong arms of our captain to keep you warm—"

“Sweet Jesus,” Remus muttered.

“—so I’m here to make everything better.”

“You know he usually cuddles me, right?”

Logan closed his eyes. “Variety is the spice of life.”

Remus watched him for a moment just to make sure it wasn’t a joke before returning to his book, then grudgingly wrapped his other arm around Logan’s torso and moved the book around for a better angle. He couldn’t deny that it felt nice to have someone curled up with him after nearly two full weeks of being all by himself even while he and Sirius shared a bed—Logan was about the same density, too, so his lap didn’t feel too light. He didn’t even realize he was dozing off until his forehead hit Logan’s shoulder, and by that point he was too drowsy to do anything about it.

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“Mon loup.” Something touched his shoulder, shaking him lightly. Remus grumbled and kept his eyes shut. “Mon loup, it’s time to wake up.”

Whoever it was, they were laughing at him. He pressed his face closer to the soft thing in front of him and heard several more voices join the first in their amusement. “Go ‘way,” the teddy bear in his arms mumbled.

“Uh-uh, Tremblay, you’re not stealing him that fast.” The hand disappeared from his shoulder; the thing in Remus’ arms began to shake and made a cranky noise before it shifted its weight. He cracked an eye open to glare, only to be met with a face he would know anywhere.

“Oh, it’s you,” he said sleepily.

“Bonjour,” Sirius answered, still laughing a little. “Comfy, much?”

“Don’t bend over, ‘s bad for your ribs,” Remus reminded him before settling back in. Reality struck a moment later and he bolted upright, nearly launching Logan off him in the process. “What the—Logan!”

“What?”

“Why didn’t you leave?”

“I fell asleep!” Logan defended, obviously still disoriented. “You’re soft and warm!”

“Watch it,” Sirius warned with playfully narrowed eyes.

Logan glared right back. “I am doing you a favor, asshole, be grateful.”

“Off,” Remus reminded him with a nudge to his lower back. His whole left leg from the hip down was numb—his spine ached from being twisted around for God knew how long. He shook his head to clear the naptime fog and blinked hard at the sudden brightness of the hotel lights, counting six different people that were still grinning like idiots at them. “Or else you’re gonna break my ribs.”

Sirius offered him a hand up, but retracted it after Remus leveled a pointed look at his ribcage and hefted himself out of the chair. “Good nap?” Sirius teased. “You two looked far too cozy.”

“Please don’t tell me anyone took pictures,” Remis sighed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes with an absent kiss to Sirius’ shoulder.

An arm, much longer than Logan’s, settled easily around his waist and pulled him in for an almost-hug. Sirius’ lips brushed his temple; he let out a slow exhale at the familiar feeling and nuzzled into the side of his neck. “Just a few.”

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