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Reverb • chapter six

synopsis: after a reluctant trip to the club and a much needed chat with his best friend, EJ makes a spur of the moment decision to visit (y/n), who is currently in Houston for a performance. The pair’s flirtatious friendship and sexual tension all come to a head when he surprises the budding influencer in her hotel room and they enjoy a night of passion. But what awaits them after the steamy hookup and where do they go from here?

content warning: heavy sexual content, porn without plot (almost), fingering, oral sex, backshots, choking, riding, lots of dirty talk, unprotected sex

“But I’m not that stupid. Imma fuck you so good, you’ll forget all about that.”

📝: this has taken me forever and a century to get out, I know so many of y’all were asking about it and I am soooo sorry! But it’ll be resuming regular uploads from hear on out.

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“EJ? W-what are you doing here?!”

the first words to leave your mouth once he broke the kiss. Just as fast, you scrambled to retrieve your phone and end the chat before any more of your personal business could play out in front of the world. Truthfully, it was best that you did because what he had on the forefront of his mind was enough to give them all an eyeful! But right now, you needed to close the door before anyone spotted you two together. Tugging him by his wrist, you’d quickly close it shut and lock it behind you guys.

“Came to see you, why else?” A very obvious answer but one that did little to ease your concern. One, he was supposed to be resting and taking it easy. Last you heard, he had collapsed from exhaustion..so why was he standing in your hotel room? And two…

“I know but…why?” As flattered as you were, it was still confusing! You didn’t think he’d actually show up so soon. Regardless, you weren’t mad that he was here. And it was clear that he just couldn’t wait any longer to pull up as he’d promised. Inching closer, he’d tug you towards him and into another sloppy kiss, this time mumbling against your lips and caressing your back. “Why not? I missed you..is that not a good enough reason?” Of course you didn’t attest and actually desired it..more so than anything else but were you guys really ready for this? Ready to give into your temptations this early on? And the fact he took a flight out to come be with you was something no one had ever done. “I ain’t trying to distract you or anything…I just—you been on my mind, (y/n). Heavy..I need you.”

glaring at you with those deep set, green eyes and caressing your cheek with his thumb. His tall frame towering over you and his soft lips brushing your own..how could you not melt for him instantly?! A faint smile broke across your face and you’d gently tug him downward with a gentle, reassuring hand around the back of his neck. “You been on mine too..” uttering in that sweet little accent he loved so much. You really had a way of turning him on with the slightest touch.. “…then what are we waiting for?” Eventually, the two of you would begin making out; swirling and sucking on each other’s tongues as he guided you back towards the mattress and placed you on top of it. Running your hands up his shirt and rubbing on his chiseled abs. Your legs spread and coiled around his waist, almost like it was instinctively..

the way your body reacted to him without so much as no contact before was insane. Moaning into one another’s mouths and soon, you’d come to and just stare for a moment. In disbelief that things had actually gotten this far from a few flirtatious texts..

“..I’ve been waiting on this for a week. You so fucking fine, (y/n)..damn.” Murmuring into the crook of your neck, whimpering your name as he massaged your skin. He was desperate..desiring you more so than he had let on. Hoenstly, it wasn’t in his nature to fawn over a woman or even be openly affectionate but behind these closed doors, he was free to do as he wished. Able to be vulnerable and open because something about you felt safe enough to do that. Not to mention, the way you begged him to come put it down after the little display, he couldn’t disappoint. “EJ…I need you so bad..” That statement alone was all the motivation he needed to make sure that he left a lasting impression. Which he’d start by getting into some foreplay.

“Don’t worry, baby . I promise I’ll make this trip well worth it for both of us. You just lay that pretty ass back and let me take care of you. Can I do that?” Melting like putty in his palms at the uttering of that statement. His voice was smoother than honey and so deep, it sent chills..along with tingles throughout your body. (Y/N) wasn’t the type to open up so easily either but your sentiments mirrored his: maybe he just felt secure; as if you could trust him not to make you regret your decision. “I told you..you can do whatever you want. Just fuck me better than my last.” To him, it was something so sexy about a woman who knew exactly what she wanted! Who told him what she wished for and he better knew what to do with it. Not promiscuous in the slightest but not shy about your needs at all. Placing a couple more soft kisses to your jawline, Eren chuckled and got the two of you readjusted so that it allowed for more room.

that way, he could partially undress and lie next to you. “I don’t think that’s gone’ be a problem..” meanwhile, his lips were marking up your neck, gently kissing on the skin and his hand trailing down your body. His first fixation were the ample breasts, sitting pretty in between that lace bra and little tank top you were wearing. Whether from the cool air or him caressing you, your nipples were poking through the material and he had to get a better look. “..I mean, look at you. You telling me your ex couldn’t make you come? Not once, baby?..” shaking your head in response as he slid the shirt down to expose them so suavely. You had most certainly confided in EJ and told him about the horrible sex life with your previous partner. And sadly, he wasn’t the only one..it was shocking but you had a couple suitors between the time since your relationship but none of them were worth a damn. One couldn’t find the clit to save his life and the other didn’t last more than one round. So you’ve been celibate ever since. Not wasting your time, energy or good pussy on a man who didn’t deserve that shit! Luckily for you, he was just the guy to break the cycle.

“That’s a damn shame, huh? What kind of man would let someone so beautiful leave unsatisfied?…” all the while he was talking, he’d gently flick his fingertips across your nipples and keep lightly feeding you sloppy kisses. And you’d do exactly as he wished. All the while, his other fingers were trailing lower and lower…hovering across your belly button before stopping just above your plump pussy lips and tugging at the thin waistline on those shorts. You’d even spread your legs apart for him, biting your fingertip and whimpering for him. “But I’m not that stupid. Imma fuck you so good, you’ll forget all about that.” Eren wasted no time connecting your tongues yet again, twirling them around one another and simultaneously, softly shoving that free hand into your panties. Instantly feeling how wet you were and deciding to make it even worse. The second that sharp gasp left your mouth, this man would cup your jaw and resume those sloppy pecks. Moaning into one another’s mouths whilst his fingers thrashed around inside of you. Thumb pad circling your clit and those toes curling in mid air. The sounds of sloshing wetness growing louder along with those cute little cries of yours..he couldn’t help but to grow stiffer from behind the confines of those joggers; the pressing hard on grazing your leg.

meanwhile, you were trying to work your way out of your own undergarments, desperate to have him do his worst to you. All those words he baited you on with in text and vice versa..the talks of bouncing you on his dick, folding your legs back and even sliding it in from the side as he whispered in your ear. Things that you had only dreamed of until now and same went for him. Both of you were gravely deprived of passionate lovemaking and a connection to another person; having been single for so long. Who would’ve known it would have come instantly between the two of you?

“There you go, baby…keep riding those fingers for me. It’s so fucking wet..I just know you gone feel so good..” whispering into your ear with a subtle grunt. The thoughts crossing his mind as he worked those digits between your folds were utterly filthy. He had to remind himself that you weren’t his girl and he had to take it easy. The things he wanted to do with you were not suited for a first time hookup. You wouldn't ever be the same afterwards..even still, (y/n) squirmed and so desperately tried to impale yourself on his digits; hands hooked around his inked forearm, which was in turn, locked around your neck..plain desperate for some dick. But in all honesty, he knew that you weren’t ready for it. As it stood, he could fit maybe two, three inches tops inside of you and surely, you wouldn’t be satisfied with that!

“EJ…mmm! ‘S go good—need you to fuck me..” pathetically whining as you clenched the sheets and his skin, begging for more.

“I know, mama..but not yet..” and you could beg him all you wanted but the last thing he believed in was ramming his cock inside of a woman without getting you prepared for it first. Even with all the prep and care, he’d still had women tapping on him and crying at the three inch mark, telling him it hurt. However, you weren’t about to sit idly by while he had all the fun. Instead, you’d reach down and begin toying with that print in his pants. He didn’t mind if you played along..hell, it’d make it all that much better. Both of you could enjoy this moment. “Oh shit…” for a while, the teasing would continue…your smaller hand wrapped around that much larger dick, jerking him off slowly. Causing precum to stain your nails. His fingers pressed inside of that sensitive flesh and you eventually, flooding the sheets..after he gently pushed down to the center of your belly and jolted those two digits; pumping until you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Oh my god! EJ, I’m coming..” clutching his arm as you came; flailing aimlessly around the sheets until you flooded them with your stream of juices. Both of you were in awe of how intense things had grown so quickly! Nevermind the fact that you were supposed to have been in the lobby by now..meeting the rest of your party but that was out of the question. The sweat and tears trickling down your cheeks had all but ruined your makeup. Not to mention the fact that it’d take something serious to pry you off of this man right now..withdrawing those fingers, Eren watched as your slick dripped from them and the reaction plastered on your face. Your bare chest heaving from the climax and excitement of what was next. The realization of you being half dressed and in hair rollers hadn’t even hit him but he'd laugh the second it registered. “Damn, did I interrupt something?” Questioning rhetorically before shoving them in between your quivering lips. But you’d merely giggle and suck them clean.

“Something like that.”

“Looks like I gotta make it right then..that’s only if you don’t mind me spending the night. Just don’t tell your friends though.”

“I can keep a secret.”

and trust, he had just the thing to atone for his interruption. Finally rendering yourselves completely nude; stripping from any and all articles of clothing and tossing them to the carpet, Eren made haste in flipping you onto your back while he took to his knees. Pinning you down by those thick thighs before diving face first between them. You didn’t know what hit you when you felt his tongue brazenly glide across your aching clit.. “ooh!” Garnering the exact reaction he had hoped from you as those lips suctioned around your swollen little bud. Sensitive each time he touched them but trust, he was going to take his sweet time enjoying this. Soaking in your scent and flavor; greedily sucking on that pretty pink flesh while his tongue explored each of those folds. You were amazed..even a bit in shock that he was so quick to put his mouth on you.. right after making you come once. Almost as if he wanted to attend to your needs first and forget his own…possibly even deriving his pleasure from watching you get off. Hadn’t had that in a long time..

“Mmmm…taste so good, (y/n). Go ‘head..grab my hair and ride my fucking face, baby..” that deep, gravelly voice muttering as he gave you a reassuring slap to the ass and made you jolt. Just as he prompted, you’d tangle his chocolate wefts between your acrylic fingertips and buck your hips forward; meeting the thrashing from his mouth. (Y/N) couldn’t help but to release an ear curdling moan and a tear or two..toes curling as they rested across the top of his shoulder blade. Regardless of your uncontrollable trembling, he’d keep a firm grasp on your thighs; his chain grazing the inner corner of it and further devouring your soaking cunt. He didn’t care if you screamed his name loud enough for the entire hotel to hear it..he wasn’t letting up until he felt compelled to and that was obvious.

the sounds of humming and whimpering from him making vibrations against your sex. Never had a man made you feel this good! “Oh my gosh! Fuck..I—“ finding yourself at a complete loss for words as they trailed off and all you could do was release breathy huffs. Crying and whimpering for him to give you more..

“..you’ve never had it like this, huh? Got you shaking and shit..feel good?” Questioning so sweetly and softly that his voice alone made you weak. For a moment, all you could do was toss your head back and cry out. But then, when you thought he couldn’t get anymore attractive, he took even more dominion over you. Bringing that long, muscular, tattooed arm up across your torso, Eren gently cuffed his palm around your neck and squeezed softly, as to bring you back to consciousness and establish control. “I asked a question, baby..am I doing a good job?” and you’d be quick to answer when his gaze met yours; gulping at the subtle aggression. “Yes, daddy..so fucking good..” satisfying both him and his ego with it. The smirk that formed across his face was an indicator that he was pleased. Having called him the name a couple times in text messages but hearing your sweet voice say it, hit completely different. And it was well deserved after the way he had you dripping down his chin and coming back to back.

“Good girl. That’s all I need to hear..” little did you know, you had all but ignited a fire underneath him and from that point on, he was feasting on your pussy as if it were the last thing he’d ever put his mouth on! Spitting between your puffy lips, slurping loudly and shoving his tongue into your tight hole. At this point, not even you could reign him in. Drawing up strings of saliva and syrupy flavored sex, he only doubled down on it at the sight of you trying to push him away. However, he’d keep eye contact and not break it for anything. Even when you had all but squirted and wet him up! It was only when you nearly came off the mattress, arching your back to its highest height did he let you get a breather.

“Where are you going? ‘ Thought you said you were gone’ put it in my face when you saw me...no running now, baby.” flatlining against the bed and breathing harshly from all the pleasure, which in turn, only made the two of you burst into laughter. It was obvious he was making you eat your dirty little words.

“No—I can’t fuck with youuuu...I take it back.” Tossing your hands above your head in playful distress as you flailed around. Not to mention the fact that you were crying as you came. But they were tears of joy rather than pain or disappointment. Which made it all the more worth it. And you were happy you could enjoy yourself with each other..able to joke and be silly. But he still had quite a bit of business to handle. He didn’t come all the way to H-Town just to play..he was going to deliver on all the things he had confided in you over FaceTime. For the time being, he wasn’t worried about anything else..

no deadlines, album teasers, none of that shit…just (y/n) and that beautiful body! “Nah, I can’t have that. I need you to take it.” gently tugging you closer towards him, Eren folded you up once more to angle you fully into a mating press. Feet nearly touching the headboard and legs behind your head. He was enamored for many reasons at the moment. One being the display before him. Pretty face, pretty little fat pussy, perfect body and white painted toes with an anklet laced around your leg and matching nails; his literal weakness on a woman. It was something about this angle and view that was driving him crazy. “..need you take this dick. Can you do that?” “Hell yes..” He knew you were flexible enough to maintain that position without any problems. He’d seen how you so easily maneuvered that pole and hit splits on it all the time. So getting this dick should’ve been easy.

but the second he took his shaft into his own hand and splayed it across your wet slit, he could see the look in your eyes shift from lust filled to a bit fearful. His size was a little intimidating for you. Watching him stroke it through a camera and in person were two different things..it had to be at least eight inches; with thick girth and a single vein running down the middle. You knew he was packing and still thought it was a game! But alas, you were about to really see if you could handle everything that you had asked of this man. Or hand your horny ass mouth gotten you in trouble? Even so, being the sweetheart he was, EJ brushed the side of your cheek and bent down to kiss you. Hoping to give you some reassurance that he was going to take all the time in the world to do this right.. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hurt you. We’ll go slow until you can fit it all, okay?” The way he spoke to you alone made the trust you had for this man skyrocket. He felt so safe and comfortable for some reason..as if you had nothing to worry about. You weren’t his woman or even remotely close to it and yet, he treated you as if you were the most fragile thing in the world. Handling you with such care, it made you never want him to leave, even if it was impossible. But for now, you’d enjoy this moment for what it was and each other. Nodding your head, you’d return his kiss and let him proceed. As he remained hovered on you, Eren kept your foreheads pressed together and a grip on the headboard. Meanwhile, your hand coiled around the back of his neck. So intimate and close for two people who had only met weeks ago..

but you were about to become even closer acquainted as he prepared to glide in. “You’re not scared, are you?” “Shit, maybe a little..” whimpering softly against his lips as he inched closer; to which he could do nothing but laugh. You could feel his tip finally pressing right up against those dripping folds..splitting the entrance open. Leaning up just a tad so that the two of you could watch it glide in together. “Well don’t be. I know it’s a lot but I’ll make you feel good..better than you have in a long time. Just focus on me, alright?” He knew you were growing impatient but he had his reasons for going at this pace..however, the anticipation would be short lived as that tip disappeared inside of you along with the first inch or so. The expression on his face told it all!.. “oh, fuck…” grunting so suddenly; caught off guard by your warm sensation. Not to mention the fact that you were so tight, he could barely squeeze in. Yeah, you were going to be some pressure, just as he suspected!

even so, he remained steadfast and kept his cool because it had been quite a while since he’d had sex and more so specifically, had some pussy this goddamned good! Sharp gasps left both of your mouths at the same time as that feeling of the first thrust hit. He’d watch as you winced up and was quick to console you. “Shhh..it’s okay, baby. Just relax..” Sending shockwaves through your bodies. Sucking him in like a vacuum and trust, he had no intentions of coming out any time soon. “Damn, baby.. ‘s shit feels so good..” once he saw that you were fine and asked if you were okay to keep going, he’d try to garner some sort of pace and rhythm. Those eyes fixated on his lower half for the time being as you watched him ease another couple inches inside. Taking deep breaths to process the feeling. You were so full with him already and he was barely midway..

“Oh my God…” the only coherent thing you could mutter as your eyes fell shut and your hands shuffled up his back. This was really happening and nothing could stop this moment. All of that talking and filthy flirtation had come to its head. Time to really back it up. Digging your nails gently into his shoulder blades, (y/n) whimpered in his ear and he figured that to be a better way than any to know how to maneuver; to slow down or go a little faster when your words didn’t allow for it. Placing kisses on your neck, Eren made his first full thrust and eased in a little more, just to test and see how much you could take..eventually making a couple more so you could get accustomed to his shape.

“That’s it..open up for me, baby. You’re doing so good already.” consistently doting on (y/n) to make you more at ease. Making certain he didn’t see you tense up at any time or wince in any pain again..the second he did, he would stop in his tracks! But as of right now, he could feel that cunt clamping down on him, your nails scaling up his back and that precious voice in his ear saying.. “I can take it..deeper, please..” he could never be so foolish as to deny a pretty girl’s request. Kissing your temple ever so gently, Eren just smirked and attempted to fit a bit more in. That spongy flesh was squeezing and squelching for him..soaking wet after just a minute or two. “Whatever you say, baby. This is your dick now. You can have as much as you want..as much as you can take…” and something about that sentence just unlocked a whole new level of demon inside of you. Telling you that, knowing he wasn’t your man was evil! Just what the hell were you supposed to do when he had to inevitably go back to Miami and leave? Knowing damn well he’d have you ready to crawl in his skin. You knew it was probably just the sensation of the moment and your pussy that had him talking all reckless but you’d believe it..believe every word, cling to everything that came from his mouth, so as long as he kept going. And even match his energy a bit.

“Yeah? Well this your pussy now..show me you know what to do with it.” Curling your tongue around your top lip, narrowing your eyes to fixate your gaze on him. When you stared at him like that, you had no idea what you were waking up..and who you were truly fucking with! He was never the type of man to back down from a challenge and best believe, you’d be tapping on his chest, soaking up these sheets and blowing up his phone if he put his claim on it for real. He wasn’t sure if you were ready for that, but dammit..he certainly was going to try. “It’s like that then, huh? Alright..” Doubling down, he’d fold your legs up a little more, just to push into the halfway point. “Put your hand on your stomach.” At first, the words threw you off a bit and made you furrow your brow. But he didn’t stutter. “You heard me. Put that fucking hand on your stomach, right there..” nodding his head downward, until you followed his directions. Placing your palm flat against the bottom of your tummy.

with his loose strands of hair scraping your forehead, he’d give you the most devious smirk you had ever seen. “Good, now don’t move that shit..not ‘till you feel me in it.” Was this man seriously trying to put it in your guts right now?! Was he trying to make you go crazy? But since you had asked for it, you were a tad bit too late to back out. So you did as he asked and only seconds later, you felt those strokes resume. Pressing that tip through your tight folds, spreading your flesh open with one push right after the next..that nasty, sloppy wet sound that drove him crazy was ringing out in his ear and he couldn’t help but to keep going, speeding up his movements a little bit. You’d begin to crown and loosen up for him to put more in. Meanwhile, your hand was still on the bottom of your stomach, shaking next to your bellybutton ring..he could tell the anticipation was probably even worse than trying to fit him but you’d just keep your back slightly arched as it slowly made its way to the center. “Fuck, that dick feels so good..right there, baby..yes.” “I know it does..you creaming all over my shit.” Pointing out the very blatant sheath of milky white liquid he had drummed up out of you. Eventually, those strokes became a little faster..deeper and much more rhythmic. He was piping you like crazy and fulfilling his promise of putting himself balls deep in the pit of your stomach. That sack slapping heavily against your slippery folds and that pressing bulge beginning to form near your dangling jewelry. Your eyes were fixated on watching it glide in and out, focusing on taking that dick just as he asked. You couldn’t believe that you were actually opening up so nicely; your body was very responsive to this man on the first link. That’s how you knew he was something special..or just some pressure because you could see the obvious mess you had made of him.

“Look up at me?…”

the first words he had uttered outside of his heavy grunts and moans for the past few minutes. This man had his face buried into the crook of your neck, trying to withstand that wonderful sensation and power through but he just had to see that sweet face once more. “…yeah..like that. God, I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now..so pretty taking my dick.” It was right then and there that you’d find yourself melting in his grasp all over again. But once those gazes did reconnect, you didn’t take your eyes or hands off of him. You’d hold him close and merely beg for more. “Eren….oh my God..I love the way you fuck me..’s so good, baby.” “…fuck..you’re so perfect, (y/n). I just wanna stay in it. Oh shit..” How you wish that were feasible. It was blatantly obvious that no man would ever be able to give you dick this good ever again, especially in that moment when he finally reached that designated spot and you felt a slight bump underneath your palm because of his tip pressing to your spot. It was as if he were trying to bruise your cervix, despite not wanting to cause you any pain. The two of you going back and forth, bodies moving in perfect synchronization…creating a beautiful chorus of moans. That was until he began to throb in your heated core and made the split minute decision to halt, following you flooding the sheets and spraying his abs as you released that powerful stream of squirt.

“F-fuck..flip over f’r me, baby. Hurry up.” Impatiently pulling out and repositioning you onto your stomach with that thick ass in the air. Something about missionary was just so raw and intimate and he just knew had he stayed like that a minute longer; staring into those gorgeous eyes, EJ would have nutted in your shit so fast and neither of you could do a thing about it. Instead, he’d hit from the back, where he could control his pace and rhythm a bit more. Besides, he had to see that ass in action! Watching you twerk on Instagram on your stories after a night out or subtly in your routines wasn’t enough, he needed that shit clapping for him in person. Giving it a rough couple of smacks, Eren asked that you arch for him as he placed a palm to the center of your back. But he didn’t have to give much instruction, as you were already reaching underneath and grasping at his cock. “Shit, put it back in yourself..you know what the fuck to do with it, don’t you?” “What you think, daddy?” A cocky grin stretched across your face as you slid him back into your wetness..he knew you were more than capable of handling it now and then some. “I think you’re gonna be a problem, that’s what.” Chuckling before tossing his head backwards and allowing you to take the lead this time. “Glad you know..” causing him to smirk; planting another heavy slap to your asscheek before sliding his thumb into that puckering entrance.

garnering your rhythm, (y/n) began to rock back and forth on his shaft, bouncing against him and making your ass clap. Making a mess all over him immediately. The collision of your loins erupting throughout the room. His hand rested on your hip, pulling you towards him but it was clear you needed no assistance. So eventually, he’d allow you to take the lead and bog yourself down on it. “Fuck me then, baby. Fuck this dick.” Grasping on your ankles whilst throwing it back. Eren nearly lost it when he saw the heaviness of all that ass bouncing and the sheath of creaminess on his cock. “Ooh fuck..EJ..” Meanwhile, you were whimpering while letting those pretty moans. It was apparent after about a few thrusts that he had no plans to help and rather, was going to relax and let you do all by yourself. Rolling his head onto his shoulders and trying not to bust, he’d instead release deep, loud grunts. “That’s right, baby. You want this nut? Imma make you work for it...” from outward appearances, no one would be able to tell that this was your first link and hookup. But the adulterous fun transpiring in that bedroom would come to an abrupt halt..or rather it should have when your phone began to ring. It was Niesha, followed by a series of texts, asking where you were and of course, Eren saw this as a golden opportunity.

“Is that your friend?”

“Mmm…yeah, that’s her.”

suddenly, a coy grin crept across his face and before you could even react, he’d grab your phone and swipe the call button to the right. You couldn’t believe him and how much of a goddamned menace he was! Thank goodness that this was merely a phone call and not FaceTime. But it was too late to hang up now and instead, you’d place it on speaker and answer in a soft tone. “..h-hello?” However, your friend; lively and vibrant as ever, responded in a less than quiet manner. “(Y/N), ‘the hell is you at? We ready to goooo. We all waiting on you.” Her tone almost agitated a bit because they had been ready for a good twenty minutes, waiting on you to come out yet you were obviously preoccupied and had lost track of time. However, before you could explain away a well constructed lie, Eren began thrusting yet again and hitting you with sharp thrusts..one’s causing your voice to crack each time he jolted you. Definitely a dangerous ass man! “Y-yeah. Listen, Nie Nie, I ain’t feeling good. Y’all just go ahead without me, alright. My head hurts so bad.” Hoping that she’d believe your very blatant lie and not question too much further into. However, you knew your best friend and that she was nosy as all hell! Meanwhile, you were still being fed those deep strokes, shaking underneath him. Meanwhile, he was choking and pounding the shit out of you! Grinning at the sight of you trying to maintain a semblance of composure. He could hear the entire conversation and thought it was so cute that he had you lying to your friends just to fuck him and you guys weren’t even remotely dating. “Girl, you okay? I can come—“ “I’m fine, Nie! I swear..listen, I’mma call you back. Love you, bye!” And with that, you’d disconnect the call and discard your phone to the side. Turning around to give him a glaring side eye and grin in the process. “You think you funny, don’t you?” “I’m a bit of a comedian when I want to be.” That snarky mouth of his was going to be the death of you but now that you had bought the two of you a little more time, Eren was going to take full advantage. Tugging you by the back of your neck, he’d gently bring you up and into a kiss, drawing you both closer together. “Now..where were we?” Knowing that you had him uninterrupted now and that neither of you wanted this night to end!

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meanwhile, on the shorefront of Miami Beach..trouble was brewing for the both of you, unbeknownst. Starting with the fact that your manager was currently searching for EJ and leaving no stone unturned doing so. Including knocking on the door of the one person who knew him better than most. Or rather confronting his ass and embarrassing the man where he stood!

“It’s alright, ladies. Get whatever you want, it’s on me.”

in the heart of the twenty story skyscraper residing in the midst in South Beach lies the Velour Lounge, nestled deep within the walls of AMG Headquarters. It was the hangout spot for all talents and workers alike who kept the agency going on a daily basis. Two bars sitting adjacent from one another; stocked full of every type of beverage someone could desire. A faux fire pit surrounded leather seating for guests to sit and relax, along with chic interior and a plethora of entertainment avenues. Truthfully, it was rather desolate during the daytime but it was now occupied by a couple of makeup artists, creatives and famed producer, Armin Artlert, aka ArmInHammer; his notorious tag that had graced the intro to many award winning hip-hop tracks. But he wasn’t alone..it was very seldom that he’d be caught without a beautiful woman latched onto his arm and today was no different. Two gorgeous girls, who were also set on achieving internet fame..dressed in Fashion Nova fits, long lashes and even longer lace fronts, Armin was busy chatting them both up when he’d find himself interrupted by a fourth guest..one far less friendly!

“I just knew I’d find you here..” the voice followed by the sounds of clicking heels ripped through the air and the blonde playboy would jump, only to be greeted by the infamous manager to half of the industry’s hottest right now. Including the man she was on a mission to track down, even if it meant interrupting Armin’s little party. Mikasa, sporting a dress worth more than their rent combined and shoes to match came strutting in, sunglasses tucked behind her ears and pushed atop her head took a seat next to her friend. “M-mikasa..what are you doing here?” “Playing detective, obviously. Since your bull headed best friend is missing in action. Where is he?” Typical behavior of the stoic, steadfast business woman. No time for small talk or chit chat. When she wanted answers, it was in everyone’s best interest to give them to her. Sadly, he had none and he was a bit afraid to tell her so. Taking a sip of the drink he was nursing, he’d turn to the ladies next to him, asking for a bit of privacy. To which they’d get up from their seats and bid them both adieu. “Mika..Mikaaaaa. Sweetheart. I’m not his babysitter..and we both know how Eren is. If he wants to be found, he’ll pop up. If not, then..we’ll see him when he’s ready.” That annoying charm may have managed to quell every other woman in Miami but all it did was bring him one step closer to getting his shit rocked with her. Unbeknownst to him, the reason she was looking so hard was because he bailed on a very important meeting for his album release. Which honestly, wasn’t exactly alarming considering that the jackass moved on his time and his alone, but Armin also knew that he loved music more than anything. So what was so important that he’d not show? And she wasn’t leaving until he gave up the details. Inching closer, with a stern yet snarky expression on her face, Mika laughed before continuing to talk. “He’s with (y/n), isn’t he?” “Wait! How’d you know that?” Armin, whipping his head around with a wide eyed expression. “You just told me.” He had no choice but to confess and come clean now. It didn’t take her to deduce, seeing as how her newest and first client were getting rather close nowadays. She was rather perceptive and nothing slipped past Miss Ackerman. Maybe not in the eye of the public but when she visited him in the studio, she noticed that he couldn’t put that goddamn phone of his down, which was extremely out of character for him. And the contact he couldn’t stop texting? (Y/N). She knew a budding crush when she saw one. However, the two love birds were making her job extremely hard! “Listen..I could care less what they do. But he needs to do his damn job, the one he’s getting paid for. Otherwise, he can find someone else to represent him.” Armin heard her loud and clear but he knew the threat was empty. The two of them constantly bickered and always threatened to drop the other as both artist and manager but there was no way they’d be able to survive without each other. However, Armin knew how hard his best friend had been working and as much as he admired his work ethic, he was glad to know that he was also taking his advice. To go see the girl he had been wanting for a while and act on his desires before another man did it for him. “Trust me, Eren isn’t the type to abandon his responsibilities. Hell would have a snowstorm before he decided to quit music but he probably needs a break. You said it yourself. Besides, I think he likes your new girl a lot and who knows, maybe she’ll be a good influence on him.” Snorting at the response, Mika would laugh and roll her eyes. “Or he’s going to be a terrible influence on her and I’ll have two brats to deal with.” The sheer thought of you spending too much time with him, so much so, that you picked up his annoying attitude made her want to go into early retirement. But instead..reluctantly, she’d take Armin’s advice and let the two of you participate in..whatever you were doing right now. God only knew what and let it go.

at least for now!

“I guess you’re right. If you see him though, tell the bastard to give me a call. I’ll see you later.” “You quit worrying yourself into an early grave, he’ll come around.” But all Mikasa did was dismiss him with the wave of a hand as she exited her seat and eventually, the lounge. He, Armin and everyone else could slack off if they wanted to but she had an empire to run, as one day, she would be the head of this entire operation so the grind could never stop until she was six feet under. If they didn’t want to move? Fine, she’d merely light a fire underneath all of them..and she knew just the way to make it happen. Tapping at her phone screen, Mikasa scrolled until she located a discreet contact, one that she very seldom touched base with, but they came through for her everytime and right now..she needed some help to get things shaking.

“Hey, Annie. Yeah, it’s me..Mikasa. Listen, how would you like some info on your next story?”

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ctrlsht · 11 months

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I want to request a ff. can you make yandere CEO sugar daddy jungkook ff? if you are accepting my request then please don't make yn the typical humble sweet innocent girl who gots herself into that situation just because her dear mom or grandma is on verge of dying and she doesn't have any money so she took that path to save them. no please make her character different. Like a spoiled brat and arrogant girl who wanna have lavish life and power forever and takes advantage of the fact of having powerful handsome most sought after man on her side. kinda gold digger type but not really since she doesn't want to leave him and she actually enjoys his obsession/yandereness until it gets too much. I want to actually see kinda negative female lead than typical positive character? Doesn't really have to be negative just bitchy kinda toxic demanding clingy character etc.

Btw i loved your ffs who is in control and seat of power. I hope you keep making more yandere Jungkook ffs in future. I hope to see more of your ffs in future. You have already become one of my fav author in Tumblr 🩷

Don’t Blame Me | sugar daddy!jungkook one-shot au teaser

pairing: sd!jungkook x reader genre: one-shot & yandere au

summary: You can have everything you want and need as long as you have Jeon Jungkook by your side. You were enjoying everything that Jungkook gives you and as long as you obey him. You’re sure to yourself that you will never fail him but he was the one who failed you. Everything is fine until he gets too much.

content & warnings: sugar daddy & ceo jk, college reader, manipulative behavior, unhealthy behavior, possessive & obsessive jk, yandere, bitchy reader, jk sabotaging reader’s career

date of release: June 12, 2023 | evening (KST)

Preview:

“Baby.” Is the first thing he said after a long silence between the two of you.

“A-are you… Mad?” He asked in his low and soft voice like he really sounded guilty from what he just did.

“What was that, Jungkook?” You finally spoke and annoyance is evident in your voice.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I just want us to have our dinner because we haven’t done it for weeks already.” His voice was still low and soft just like a child that was scrolled by his mom.

He doesn’t like it when you’re mad. It rarely happens but when you did, he felt like he did really something terrible for you to get this angry.

“It was our due date this week, Jungkook and we’re not yet done with our paper. We still have a lot of things to do and I don’t understand why you can’t understand it.”

He’s getting anxious with how your voice sounds. You’re so pissed and he immediately regrets the actions he just did.

You sound like you hate him now and that you regret being with him. It’s like any minute, you would open your door and leave him alone.

By just thinking about it makes him crazy.

He held your hands and placed them on his lips and you can feel his hands shaking.

“Y/N baby I’m sorry! I’ll promise that I’ll be the one to finish all your works I swear. You already knew that those things are only a piece of cake for me and I can finish that in no time I promise!” He speaks so fast and you feel his anxiousness within his shaking voice and hands.

“I acted without thinking. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” He added as he intertwined his fingers with yours and his lips touched the back of your hand.

He’s too scared that he has to feel you right now in order to calm his nerves because when he doesn't, you might drift away from him.

“But seriously, Jungkook. What was that?” You asked after a long silence.

The more that you call him by his name, the more anxious he gets because you don’t call him only by his name.

“When I read your message—

“I thought you didn’t read them?” He looked at you in your eyes and he bites his lips.

“I lied. I’m sorry.” He admits and you become more confused with his actions. You don’t understand what’s with him.

“Baby, I'm uneasy and I felt that something is not right and I saw your location and I saw the guy and I don’t know, I feel like my heart will explode! Babe, I can’t sit well because you’ve been declining my invites multiple times and I don’t know what’s happening and I’m overthinking things.”

Even though he talks too fast, you understand where he’s coming from. You’ve seen this before and you know the reason why this is happening.

“So you thought that I ditched you for Yuan?” You asked, trying to hide your smile.

“Who’s Yuan?” When he asked that, you immediately cracked up.

“Baby, who’s Yuan?” He asked once again.

“The guy I’m with. Jungkook, what the heck!” You can’t take it as you laugh so hard.

“Babe, why are you—

“You’re getting jealous of someone you forgot! Who’s not going to laugh at that?” You speak in between your laughs.

Your laughs continued until you realized that he doesn’t find the situation funny. Your laugh slowly fades when you see how serious he is.

“I was just kidding! Why so serious, Ggukie?” You spoke and you clung to his arm. You still find the situation funny and you tried your best not to laugh since he’s being serious.

After a few moments, he spoke.

“Did you really… Ditch me?” He asked in his low and soft voice and you instantly looked at him in horror while you shook your head.

“Of course not! Why would I do that?” You respond in defense. He looked at your eyes trying to see the sincerity of your words but he’s having a hard time finding it. He looked away as he looked down and you took a deep breath.

“Babe, look at me.” You caressed his face as you moved his head to look at you. His eyes glow in the dark and you love how pleading his eyes look.

“I understand where you’re coming from but believe me when I say that whenever I decline your invites is because I really do have to finish something. Babe, you know how I value my academics and I am aiming for a latin honor. You know that right?” You brushed your thumb off his cheek and he closed his eyes to feel your touch.

“And Yuan? He’s just a research partner and nothing else. And please, don’t be insecure because of him. He’s nothing compared to you. And I don’t like him either.” You lean forward to kiss his forehead.

“Don’t you ever think that I would ever like him because it’s a fucking insult. I have a standard, babe and he didn’t even meet the 1% of my standard.” You spoke in a demeaning tone before you pushed your back at the backrest.

a/n: This is the first time that I received a ff request and tbh, I was kinda nervous because I might not meet the expectation of the person who requested it. I write everything based on what the ff requester wants and hopefully, I did it right! It was hard for me to go out of my comfort zone when it comes to writing (what I mean is writing a ff that wasn’t me who plotted it) but I realized, why not try it? To the one who requested this, I hope you’ll like it!

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beneathstarryskies · 11 days

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Happy Friday! Can I please request FWB #10 with either Nanami or Higuruma? Choice is yours ! ^_^

Thanks!

10. “Is it so wrong that I want to be yours? That I want us to be more than whatever the fuck this is? Because I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep lying to myself that I don’t want more with you, because it’s fucking me up so badly.”

warnings: slight smut content, cussing, mentions of alcohol, a little angsty, yearning...so much yearning

Hiromi was desperate to appeal to you. The arrangement had been made so long ago, and the lines had blurred so much he didn’t see why you were reluctant to allow him into your heart. You were in his. A little at a time you’d burrowed yourself deeper until his heart was your home, and he had no plans of kicking you out. For months he’d been trying to fight it off, the urge to claim you and make you his once and for all. Sometimes he feared he was going completely mad with desire. He could almost imagine himself buying the two of you a little house, maybe getting a couple of cats or a dog. He’d sometimes get completely lost in this fantasy, only to snap out of it.

His hands are trembling when you come to him again one night. There’s alcohol on your breath from the drinks the two of you had shared earlier. Your kiss is so tender, so sweet he wonders if you share his feelings. Maybe, just maybe, there’s hope for him still. There could still be something in this broken world worth fighting for. You nuzzle into him, your nose rubbing against his, the feature on himself he felt so insecure about you so often gave gentle affection.

After you’ve both reached your climax, you lay on his chest. Your breath is soft on his skin as his hands idly rub your thighs and hips. He kisses your forehead softly.

“Thanks for letting me come over tonight,” you lift your head off his chest to give him a soft smile. Your cheeks are so flushed and your eyes look a little sleepy.

“It’s no problem,” he assures you and kisses you softly.

“I guess I should get going, huh? We both have work in the morning.”

He swallows hard past the lump in his throat before nodding. He feels cold and lonesome as soon as you leave his embrace.

“You know, uh, you could spend the night,” he suggests sheepishly.

“Oh? What’s gotten into you? I thought you said no sleepovers.”

“Y-yeah, but I just…You’re always welcome to stay here with me,” he bites his lip and blames the alcohol for what he says next. “I mean you could stay forever if you want.”

Your eyes grow wide and you giggle. It’s not meant to be malicious, it was just a reflex from his sudden proposal. It’s enough for Hiromi to assume you’ve rejected him. Here he is doing his best to confess his feelings, and you’re fucking laughing at him. He sneers as he throws the blankets off of himself and gets out of bed. You’re quick to get yourself together when you realize he’s upset.

“Hiromi, I didn’t mean to…

“To what? Laugh in my face?” he scoffs as he pulls on his sweatpants. “So what, I’m good enough for you to ride my dick, but that’s it?”

“No! It’s not that at all! Please,” you try to rectify, but he’s too lost in his feelings to hear you now.

He paces the room like a wounded, defensive animal, “Is it so wrong that I want to be yours? That I want us to be more than whatever the fuck this is? Because I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep lying to myself that I don’t want more with you, because it’s fucking me up so badly.”

“Just listen to me!” you plead with him, and he freezes when he sees the tears in your eyes.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” he runs over to you and wraps his arms around you. “I didn’t mean to make you cry. I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry.”

You cling to him, seeking comfort in his arms as you have so many times before.

“Just let me stay. I wanna stay,” you cry softly into his bare chest.

“Baby, I don’t want you to stay because I made you feel like shit.”

“That’s not why I wanna stay,” you kiss his chest, right over his heartbeat. “I love you, dummy.”

#🌟written in the stars #hiromi xreader #hiromi jjk x reader #hiromi higuruma #hiromi higuruma x reader #higuruma x reader #higuruma hiromi x reader #hiromi x reader

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consuming-karma · 10 months

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OLDER.

buwan’s notes: I need to be put under watch, I have been sobbing relentlessly to Older by 5SOS, I’ve missed a bunch of music from their band and I’m really honestly mad 😭. This fic is definitely inspired by mentioned song, this fic has all of my favourite lyrics from the song scattered around its paragraphs. Please do enjoy <3.

episode summary: Dwayne didn’t want to leave his human life without you, and he most definitely doesn’t want to leave his vampire life without you either.

content warnings: BEING FUCKING SAD. This whole mini-fic is literally just Dwayne being in love with you.

tags: @britany1997 @desoolate .

[dwayne x fem!reader.]

“I don’t want to be immortal.” Dwayne mumbled, looking at the midnight sky. You hummed, “you’re still thinking about their offer?” Dwayne could feel your hands run themselves through his dark locks. “I don’t wanna leave you..” his gaze switched to you, looking down at him with an undeserving loving stare.

“You don’t have to, I’ll be with you.” You replied, continuing to stare into Dwayne’s brown irises, admiring the love of your life.

“You’d..give up your humanity? For me? Do you really wanna do that, love?” He slowly sat up, your eyes following his movements, Dwayne’s question made you think for a few seconds, you’d get to leave everyone else behind, it’ll be you and Dwayne, for a long, long while.

“If forever is something you see us having, why not?” You pulled the man to your lips, giving him a reassurance he didn’t know he needed. “You’ll have to kill, and feed on others, that doesn’t scare you?” Dwayne mumbled into your lips, holding your wrists which held his face in a warmth, memorizing how much he loved feeling you.

“what more do you want to ask for other than yes, Dwayne?” You laughed. “I just want you to be sure, I’ll be the only thing you’ll have, and you’ll be mine.” You shook your head at his reasoning. “I’m sure, I don’t want to be older, at least, not without you.”

“Hi, love.” Dwayne greeted, rubbing his eyes of sleep. You were huddled by the fountain, safely watching the sun turn in for the night.

“Hi.” You replied curtly. You felt your boyfriend’s presence beside you. “What’re you thinking about?” His arm snaked its way onto your shoulders, pulling you close to his side. “I just missed the sun is all..” Dwayne could almost laugh at your excuse, you were never one to lose sleep over something small, especially the ball of heat in the sky.

A small silence befalls the both of you, a cool air replaces the hot sun, signalling that the moon was to show, and it would be safe to traverse the earth.

“We’d be really old by now, you know that?” You broke the silence, looking over to Dwayne, who seemed busy looking over your features, how your smile was so soothing to him, he didn’t need to stare at the sun to be reminded of its warmth when he had you.

Dwayne moved up to your eyes, the way your eyelashes would cover your wonderful irises, the way they’d kiss your cheeks for every time you blinked. One thing vampirism couldn’t take away from him was his admiration for you. His dear, devoted delicate.

“Good thing we became vampires then, I don’t think I’d like you all saggy and crinkly.” Dwayne joked, squeezing your shoulder in a light-hearted way. “That’s mean!” You pushed him away, your nose scrunching up from his dumb joke.

“You know you’d be crinkly too,” you snickered, joining along. “I’m so happy I met you all those years ago.” Dwayne expressed, his laugh dying down.

“The boys will wanna go down into the town soon.” Dwayne reminded, taking his arm off of your shoulders to rest his hand on top of yours, on the cold stone of the cave.

“You’re right, I should go get Laddie ready then, no?” You tilted your head off into the direction of the kid’s small alcove. Dwayne watched as you stood up, getting ready to walk off.

His rough hands stopped you, making you almost stumble at the tug. “I love you. So much. I hope you never leave me.” Dwayne confessed, your heart felt like it was going to beat again, hearing those words come out of your dark-haired boyfriend.

“The time you leave me, I’ll forever be bleeding love.” You pulled Dwayne up, making him stand with you, you loved these moments, the most vulnerable, the ones where Dwayne was still human, in your eyes.

As a vampire, you slowly start to lose your humanity the longer you live on. To you, it always seemed like Dwayne would never experience that, he still loves with all of his heart, even if he doesn’t show it.

You’re glad that one thing didn’t go away.

“Well, let’s hope the world spins a little slower then, I want all the time we can get.” Your hands caressed the dark-haired man’s jaw. Your eyes flicked from his lips to his eyes before you leaned in, your lips meeting his once again.

“They murdered him— they fuckin’—“ Dwayne punched the wall of the cave, the thud echoing against the caves, “they took Laddie too..” you sighed, it was the night everything went wrong, when the Emersons decided to ruin their lives.

It was the three of them, you, him, Laddie. Dwayne had everything he wanted. A band of the loyalest friends you could get, the immortality, the love of his life.

“We’re gonna take our revenge, I’ll rip their heads off their fucking bodies for ruining us.” Dwayne growled, his vampire features showing through his human one. You didn’t know whether or not to be as angry.

You weren’t alive, you remembered, your heart didn’t beat, but it still felt like it did, Marko was a friend to all of you, a brother even. Even though the boys had an evil reputation to upheld, Marko promised he’d show you how to sew after you’d drunkenly rambled about your dreams of marrying Dwayne.

You remembered what Marko told you that one sunrise, all before you went to sleep. “Your guys’ love is tailor-made. One with no tragedy at the end.”

He wanted to help you make your wedding dress. You mourned the death of your curly-headed brother, you weeped and wailed as you watched his body fall off the rails, onto the cursed frog brothers.

You couldn’t reply to Dwayne, only stopping him when he tried to leave your side to band with his mourning brothers for revenge.

“I don’t want to lose you.” You whimpered, your eyes pleaded for him to stay, that’s why he didn’t look at you. “I don’t want to lose another tonight.” Your sentence left you with a whisper, holding Dwayne’s ring-clad hand tighter.

Dwayne stayed quiet, his head fighting a battle with his feelings, your desperation made him want to stay, to comfort you, to show that he knew he wasn’t the only one hurting.

In the end, his brothers needed him, and for once he chose something over you. “I’m sorry love, my brothers, our brothers, they need me. I have to go with them.” Dwayne whispered back, his hand travelled to your cheek, his thumb wiping away a rare tear.

“You promised you’d stay with me, our forever, remember?” You were always good at backtalk, he knew he promised that he’d be here for you, like all those years ago when he told you that he was going to be the only person you know, and you, him.

“I can’t.. Marko didn’t deserve that, you know as well as I do—“ Dwayne stopped you from continuing your complaints, fearing he wouldn’t be able to take revenge, and he’d know he’d lose his brothers’ trust and he didn’t want to lose another thing in the same night either.

“How will I know you’ll return to me? What if, you leave me alone?” You spat, your eyes starting to water, you were a sensitive vampire, feeling instead of feasting.

“I will return to you. When have I ever not?” Dwayne didn’t want to think about the weight of his words, only the fact that this was an unwritten promise to survive his battle with the Emersons to return back to your side.

This was the moment you knew you couldn’t stop Dwayne. As much as it hurt you to let go of his palm, you gently pulled his hand away from your cheek, a silent look in your eyes told him to stay safe, and to come back to you.

Dwayne didn’t say anything else, walking off to join his brothers’ on their path to revenge.

“You’re a huge liar, you know that?” You mumbled, holding a ripped piece of leather in your hands, the tips of your fingers remembering every texture it could feel of the fabric.

You were alone, the huge cave was yours, bitterly so. They didn’t return, none of them, not David, not Paul, especially not Dwayne, your Dwayne.

You knew they had gotten themselves killed, it took a while to realize that Dwayne probably knew he wouldn’t return to you either. His words were an empty promise, so that you would feel at ease.

And you hate that it did ease you, for a while anyway.

Star was the one that confirmed that your lover left you. She picked up the scraps, the remains of what she could of your boyfriend, returning it to you with a guilty pain.

Star never resented you, she was..somewhat happy you didn’t come with the boys. When Star was first initiated, you were there to help her get past the scary realization that she was going to be immortal and alone.

Star remembered how you held her with the warmth of the sunlight, she asked herself how you could be so kind, being a monster of the night. You merely joined your lover to the end, and it was painfully clear that you hadn’t had a mission in mind, other than seeing Dwayne through it all, forever.

So, in a poor attempt to give her thanks, and her apology, she returned what she could of Dwayne to you. Hugging you only when you seemed to lose every strength in your legs as your hands cradled the pieces of Dwayne’s favourite jacket.

“What happened?” You whispered, your tears forever flowing from your eyes, “his jacket’s all ruined?— this was his favourite, how— I—“ your lips couldn’t form a sentence when your mind had dawned on the fact that Dwayne was dead and that your forever had ended.

Star only hugged you tightly as you screamed and weeped into her chest. She wished she could’ve done more.

You looked around the empty cave, only memories remained inside, the fountain, the little trinkets Paul collected, the books Dwayne accumulated, the fabrics Marko had stolen, the cigarette butts David threw away. You wish you could say everything was here but it wasn’t, the boys weren’t here.

You had long packed your stuff, a duffel bag full of clothes you could bring, all from various piles of whatever you could find from the boys, mostly Dwayne’s and clothing you’ve bought.

There was nothing left in the cave for you, the one reason to stay wasn’t there anymore. You gathered the last of your things as Star waited outside, waiting to help you travel through the night to wherever you wanted to go.

You knew you should hate Star, for sealing the boys’ fate, when she had snitched to the Emersons of their vampirism. There wasn’t much options though, you had to stop your pity party, you had to leave, and only Star knew how to help you. You were the only vampire in Santa Carla now, and she knew.

You gave yourself one last tour of the cave, peeking into the personal alcoves the boys had given themselves, reminiscing, getting ready to let go. They weren’t human, but they made the cave feel like home, it made you think that maybe they didn’t lose their humanity after all.

Finally, you stopped at your shared alcove with Dwayne, the ground littered with books he read with you, the wilted flowers he stole off of a couple for you, the candle lit bed was unmade, from the last time it was used. You didn’t have the heart to fix anything up.

It felt like if you fixed it up, you’d finally be erasing the fact that the boys were ever here, and how could you do that to Dwayne?

One last sweep of the room, your hand gently swiped the bed on the cave floor, before reluctantly pulling away. “You ready?” You jumped at the sudden voice, seeing Star at the entrance of the cave, looking at you.

Her hands fiddled with themselves, obviously uncomfortable being back at the cave. You nodded, holding your duffel bag tight to your figure before walking off with Star, every step felt dreadful, getting closer and closer to beyond forever and leaving everything you know behind.

Although, something makes you feel like Dwayne would be glad, that you’re not moping, that you’re not angry he hadn’t fulfilled his promise of forever, his dear beloved delicate.

I don't wanna get older,

Without your head on my shoulder.

On the day that you leave me,

I'll forever be bleeding, love.

As forever comes closer,

Hope the world will spin slower,

I don't wanna get older.

- older, 5 seconds of summer, ft. sierra deaton.

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mad woman — ethan landry (epilogue)

word count: 791

pairing: ethan landry x gf!fem!reader

author’s note: as i told you, i’m a rom-com girly, so i couldn’t have ended it any other way. thank you for supporting my work💕🫶🏻 i don’t think i’ll do other ethan series, but i’ll for sure do one shots for him!

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EVERYTHING WENT FINE FOR THE KIRSCHES AND THE FREEMAN GIRL. They got away with it—the fact that Bailey was part of the police clearly helped a lot—, Quinn and her dad left NY because she would still have to live in clandestinity and Bailey didn’t want to leave his daughter alone.

Ethan and Y/N, on the other hand, decided to finish they college education. They moved in together and their relationship grew stronger and stronger with each passing day.

They now were about to celebrate their fourth year as a couple, and Ethan had big plans for it. He had consulted it with his sister thousands of times—if she didn’t love them so much, she would’ve blocked him already—but he finally had it all planned.

“Babe that was the longest walk ever, did I have to do it blind-folded?” she asked with a laugh once Ethan told her they had arrived.

“I promise it’s worth it” his breath tickled the back of her neck and, even after four years of being by his side, it still gave her chills and made her heart go wild. His soft fingertips made contact with her hair to take the blindfold off.

She blinked a few times, to get accustomed to the light, and her jaw flew open. They were on the roof, and by the sight of the big campus, she figured they were on the Blackmore University building. But it wasn’t dark and lifeless as usual, Ethan set up a blanket and some cushions on the floor and candles around it.

Y/N smiled and then looked at her boyfriend. The warm light of the fairy lights—that were hung on the wall—reflected on his face and he couldn’t look more beautiful. “Ethan this is… perfect”

“Only the best for you, of course” he flashed his pretty smile that was only reserved for her. “Let’s eat”.

They sat on the green blanket and ate the lasagna Y/N made. Ethan could barely swallow his food from nervousness, and Y/N, who knew him like the back of her hand, obviously took notice of that.

“Eth, what’s wrong?” she asked, putting her hand on top of his.

“I…” he sighted before standing up. Y/N watched him go to one corner and turn on the small speaker he brought. A tune she instantly recognized filled the room. “This song made me think of you… well, of us”.

“Timeless by Taylor Swift made you think of us?” Y/N asked with a smile, tears already filled her eyes. And she didn’t even know what was about to happen. “That’s… that’s so sweet”.

Ethan smiled, sitting back next to her “Yeah… I never felt anything like this before. To be honest, I didn’t even think this feeling existed. But… everything is better since you entered my life—which, by the way, thank you for being noisy” he said, making her laugh. Tears running down both of their faces “I think of my life before I met you and I get this horrible feeling on my chest… I don’t want to imagine a life without you. I want to spend the rest of my life by your side, have kids, adopt pets, buy a house, watch how our hair turns grey…” he made a pause “Get married…”.

Y/N smiled “Your list is on a weird order, Eth” she laughed.

“Shut up” he laughed, his lips meet hers for a millisecond “What I am trying to say is… I love you, and I want us to be together forever. So, Y/N, would you like to marry me?” He showed her an engagement ring with an emerald stone. Y/N laughed, which made Ethan frown “That was not the answer I expected”.

“No! I mean, yes! I want to marry you. I would love to marry you” she said kissing his cheeks, lips, forehead, jaw “I laughed because… well” she took a little box from her bag and showed him the content. “We both had the same plan”.

“Oh my god” Ethan laughed. “Well, aren’t you gonna ask the question, love?”.

“Dear beautiful, gorgeous, breathtaking Ethan… would you make me the happiest girl in the world and take my hand in marriage?” she asked in a posh voice.

Ethan rolled his eyes “Do you always have to kill the romantic vibe?”

Y/N arched her brow “Is that a no?”

“It’s a put the fucking ring on me already” he said. And Y/N obeyed, and then Ethan did the same to her. “I can’t wait to get married”

“Me neither. I love you, so so much”

Ethan grabbed her waist to pull her to his lap “But I love you more”

“Not a chance” she laughed, resting her forehead against his.

“Should we celebrate this, fiancé?” he smirked, his eyes filled with need and lust.

“Let’s go home, fiancé”

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please don’t be - ch. 5

I’m so terribly sorry that this so late. I wasn’t entirely sure how I wanted to end this, and I almost added another chapter, but here it is!! Thanks for your patience and for 1k 🩵🩵 (ps you should listen to nothing to be scared of by Kacey Musgraves)

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You’re staring at him again. Jamie hates it, but also he doesn’t care because he gets to gaze into your beautiful eyes once more.

“Hm,” you say, because you can’t come up with something better. Instead, you let him be uncomfortable. You spent a long time making space for him, so in this, he can wait.

“I should have left you,” you say eventually.

“I know,” Jamie replies ruefully. “Remember you fuckin’ told me?”

You nod. “I do. And then I told you that I never leave. I always stay till the last second, and it’s the worst thing about me. And you said-” You pause. There’s no point in bringing up the past.

“I said some stupid shit about my mum,” Jamie fills in.

You nod. “Yeah, it was stupid. I know you said it just to get me to stay.”

“Didn’t,” Jamie interjects. You give him a look. “Alright, shit, maybe I did. But I wanted you to stay. I loved you, I was just too fucking scared to say it.”

“I gave you SO many opportunities to tell me,” you reply. “And you didn’t take any of them, you just left me behind. I knew you were going to so it’s fine, but you can’t just come back into my life and fuck things up again. I’m really not in the mood for it.”

You’re lying straight to his face, and you wonder if he knows. You hope he doesn’t. All you need is to wait just long enough for Jude to come back and then Jamie can go away and you don’t have to let him back in. Not that you have to. But you want to.

You understand that the moment he lets you have an inch, you’ll take a mile. You’ll write your whole future together based on a passing comment or an arm around your waist.

But Jamie knows you’re lying. You see it flicker in his eyes for half a second too long, and you know you’re screwed.

You take a step back. Jude isn’t coming back.

“I’m going,” you say. “I’m going, so don’t follow me. I can’t take you back. We won’t work.”

And Jamie- Jamie sees it.

You were always the visionary, weren’t you? The one who designed the future as though it were as easy as scribbling on a piece of paper. The one who saw the worst but believed in the best, and Jamie never quite believed you the one time you told him it could work forever, if he wanted.

He believes it now, though.

It’s too late as you slip past him and back inside, presumably to find Julia and keep her from committing murder; or maybe you’ll let her have free reign and Jamie is a dead man in about fifteen minutes.

It drives him mad, the future, and he wonders how it didn’t drive you mad as well.

—

France, Spain, Italy. They blend together in a haze of sunshine and lemon, as you, Nicola, and Julia travel the summer away.

You refuse to think of Jamie, wherever he may be, but as July becomes August, you wonder what his mum is doing.

You’re on a first class flight back to London scrolling through Instagram, and you find yourself looking at her account.

It’s private, but she followed you first a million years ago and you realize neither of you ever unfollowed the other.

So you’re able to see how she’s filling her days.

She doesn’t always post Jamie’s face, but you see a familiar sleeve, or a Jamie-shaped shadow. You scroll back far enough to find a post from his twenty-seventh birthday which is a mistake because it’s a photo of Jamie blowing out candles with your arms wrapped around him.

You remember that moment, you were laughing and singing with his family while lying to yourself about how serious everything was.

But there’s no time to go down THAT rabbit trail so you close your phone and try to sleep through the rest of the flight.

—

Jamie is in hell. Training started a week ago, and it’s a shit show. It doesn’t help that he was never like this when you were with him. The first match of the season is coming up and he needs to get it the fuck together. There’s no way he’s getting in the starting lineup like this, not with the way he keeps glancing to the stands like you’ll be there.

He can’t help but think of you all the time, wherever you may be, and he tricks himself into seeing your face in every crowd.

He debates calling you (he never could delete your number), but he’s pretty sure he’s blocked so he doesn’t.

—

Jamie’s right, he doesn’t get started, but he has a good run in the second half. City win, obviously, but instead of going out with the lads Jamie gives them the slip and heads home.

Except he doesn’t exactly head straight home, he just sort of wanders around Manchester until he ends up in his favorite chicken shop.

He has exactly one day off of training so he figures one cheat meal won’t fuck him up more than he already is. It’s late, and he shouldn’t be eating at this hour, but he cannot give less of a fuck. He orders and goes to sit in the corner booth, only to find it occupied.

He thinks it’s you, for a moment, but you’re not in Manchester. He doesn’t know where you are, but that he knows for certain.

He’s wrong.

You’re looking up at him with a half-eaten plate of chips in front of you, and Jamie remembers every time you’ve looked at him like that.

“You have puppy eyes,” he said.

You scrunched your nose. “I know they’re puffy,” you said. “I was just crying in the car.”

“No, puppy eyes. I’d never say your eyes were fucking puffy, unless you were like, fucking dying or something.”

You had blushed and looked away, and Jamie knew he shouldn’t have said it. Knew he was getting in over his head.

Those eyes look more tired than he’s ever seen them, but you say, “Need a seat?” as you gesture to the place across from you.

Jamie slides in before he can think better of it. “Bit crowded in here,” he says, and you glance around to the empty tables.

“Wouldn’t have offered to share if it weren’t so hard to find a table,” you say.

He smiles, and you want to make him smile like that all the time.

“Watched the match,” you tell him. “You were great.”

Jamie rolls his eyes. “I were shit, and you know it. Don’t know what the fuck was happening.”

“You weren’t shit. You always say that, and you’re never right.”

You’re not sure exactly what’s coming over you right now. You’re detached from your body, watching this scene unfold from above.

Jamie shakes his head. “Why do you always say shit like that? Why the fuck did you stay for so long? You knew-” He’s unable to finish, captivated by the pools of tears collecting in your eyes. He knows you’d rather die than let them fall, and he wishes he weren’t the cause.

“You still have the most beautiful eyes in the whole fuckin’ world,” he says softly.

You glare at him. “Fuck you for that,” you say. “And I stayed because I wanted to. And because I thought you’d change. You changed everything else for me, and then didn’t ask me to come with you. You just assumed that I wouldn’t want every part of you, remember? You didn’t listen when I told you how much I’d give up for you. And sure, it’s not very feminist of me, but I- I loved you. I’d do anything for the people I love. But you never fucking asked.”

You sigh. This conversation is a lot angrier than you wanted. You’re not angry. At least, not with Jamie. With yourself, sure. You take a bite of a chip to stave off the tears.

Jamie’s still processing. “You would’ve stayed longer?” he asks slowly.

You almost choke. “Yes, you absolute fucking idiot! I told you that! Your mum fucking told you, for Christ’s sake! Everyone fucking knew how much I loved you, and I knew you didn’t feel the same which is why I didn’t fight you when you left! I figured it was time for me to move on as well, so I did my absolute fucking best. But yeah, Jamie, I love you. Every part, too. Not just the things you think make you lovable.” You stand up. “I’m leaving. Goodbye, Jamie.”

As you brush past him, he catches your wrist. You look down at him with as much disdain as you can muster (it’s not a lot).

“Stay,” he whispers.

And you’re at a crossroads.

—

Three years later…

“Can’t believe we’re going back,” you groan as you tape a box.

“Coach asked,” Jamie calls from another room. “And you better not be lifting anything.”

“I’m not,” you shoot back as he enters the room. “That’s what you’re for. And anyway, the movers will be here in half an hour, so there won’t be much for me to do anyway.”

Jamie wraps his arms around your waist so he can pull you close and study your eyes. “You sure you’re alright going back to Richmond?”

You shrug as best you can. “I’m living the dream, babe. Not worried about it.”

And Jamie believes you.

He can’t believe much else, that’s for sure, not that you took him back.

“One last chance, Jamie Tartt,” you had warned. “Fuck it up and I’m gone before you can blink.”

So he didn’t. Sure, no one’s perfect, but he’s trying. You both are. You’ve made it this far. Who’s to say it’ll crash and burn?

Besides, he’s got a rock burning a hole in his pocket that says otherwise.

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Riled Up (San x Reader)

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Genre: Smut Word Count: 1k Member: San | Group: Ateez Content Warning(s): Good ol’ dirty smut, porn what plot Author’s Note: Guess who found an old fic stashed away from 2020 :]

Stripping off your jacket, you sent a glare to San as he had been teasing you all throughout your company dinner. You thought it’d be nice to bring him as your plus one to introduce to your coworkers for the creepy older ones to stop hitting on you, but that backfired as he wouldn't stop trying to get in between your thighs all night.

You had to fake a cough three times, almost actually spewing back up whatever you ate in order to keep your lover at bay to make sure you guys didn’t get caught. Needless to say, your closest coworkers got worried and kept more of an eye on you as the night progressed on. You stood up quickly and walked to the washroom quickly before anybody could utter a word. Splashing water on yourself, you looked at the mirror and shook the dirty thoughts out of your head.

Secretly though, you knew that both you and San enjoyed it. Your thoughts came to a halt as you heard the door open as he strolled up to you. He pressed himself against you on the wall, clashing his lips onto yours in a needy manner.

“Sannie,” you whimpered, knowing that you had to get back before it seemed suspicious.

He held his ground, grinding his hard-on from his pants onto your core. You managed to finally get him off of you before letting out a sigh.

“Can’t we just finish this dinner before you get all needy?”

He crossed his arms whilst raising an eyebrow.

“Thought you liked it baby, but I suppose,” he replied suggestively.

Quickening your pace, you rounded the corner and sat back down at the table, apologizing and reassuring everyone that you were all right. Unbeknownst to your lover, your panties had soaked through and onto your nice dress pants.

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You huffed as you sent another glare to him as he was stripping off his top after you both somehow made it home in one piece. You couldn’t stay mad at him though, you needed him as much as he needed you.

He turned quickly as he gently pushed you on the bed, letting his legs straddle yours and immediately, you could feel how aroused he was.

“Mmf San, you really had to do that huh?” you mumbled as he began to plant kisses on your cheek, trailing to your lips.

He placed his lips on yours as he began to grind down on your heated core. Letting a finger trail down to your folds, he didn’t even have to slip into your panties to find out how wet you were.

“Is this all cause of me love?” he teased, smirking at you knowing how irritated you were at him. You didn’t reply but instead, bucked your hips up to feel more of his fingers.

“I knew you’d secretly enjoy it baby, feel what you did to me?” he cooed even further, letting his cock twitch on your soaked panties.

You let out a small moan before he stripped off the rest of his garments and slid your soiled panties down. Aligning himself at your folds, he let his sex rub around your slick before sliding in without any trouble. You let him bottom out, feeling the familiar feeling of him inside of you.

“Mmm San, can’t stay mad at you forever, you feel-- hnng too good,” you wavered. He let his hand caresses your face as he planted kisses on your neck.

“That’s right baby, that’s it,” he breathed out.

You start to rock your hips, needing more friction before you felt his cock twitching and he stilled. It took you off guard.

“Um San…?” you questioned before you looked up, his face was flushed and he avoided your gaze the more your walls clamped around him.

He let himself slide out before he could be more stimulated as he looked down in shame.

“Sorry um, kinda got carried away,” he muttered in a low tone. You looked up at him as he was staring at your wet core. Still in need for friction, you clenched around nothing but started to feel his release and your arousal mix and drip out of you.

“Please let me-- make it up to you,” he stuttered.

As guilty as he felt, he couldn’t deny how hot you looked, still being needy with his release dripping out of you. And you as well, wanted to admit that it was hot. The thought itself was already enough to almost bring his cock back to life, still dripping with his own cum.

“It’s okay Sannie, that was kinda hot,” you admitted, leaning up to give him a kiss on his nose. His eyes still glued to your hole saw his release drip out of you as you shifted. He snaked a hand to his member, gently pumping it as he pressed his lips onto yours again.

“Let me finish what I started,” he mumbled lustfully. He panted as his length grew again, ready for a second round.

“Mm please fill me San, I need you so bad,” you pleaded, walls clenching again in need of friction.

He placed his sensitive length and ghosted over your folds, feeling the sticky aftermath that had just occurred. He let it slide back in, pushing in his cum back into you. That thought was enough to get him riled up again. Needing more, he started to quicken his pace, the overstimulation catching up with him in the process.

“Sannie-- nngh-- feels-- so damn-- good,” you uttered out while you let your fingers stimulate your nipples.

“Are you close baby?” he asked breathlessly. You moaned, taking it as a sign that he was close too and let your walls spasm over his twitching length.

“I’m almost… there,” you whimpered as you rocked your hips quickly, letting yourself clamp over his member and ride out your high.

He stilled inside of you again, shooting his hot seed within your walls. You opened your arms up and wrapped it around him, pulling him down onto you.

“Thank you for not leaving me hanging,” you smiled, planting a kiss on his forehead.

“Does that mean you aren’t mad at me anymore?” he chuckled.

“We’ll see about that, looks like you punished yourself because you got yourself too worked up over dinner,” you smirked.

“Would it be punishment if I enjoyed it? I loved seeing you so needy. C’mon let’s take a shower now before we get any stickier.”

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fall apart, again : interlude - a letter to joel | joel miller

-> pairing: joel miller x ofc!genevieve

-> wc: 1001

-> content warning: 18+ blog; angst, alluding to loss, post outbreak, reader is Joel’s wife, reader has a name but has zero descriptive features,

-> a/n: I kind of abandoned this series and didn’t really have any plans to finish it. It felt good where they ended in chapter 3 so I was just going to call it good. But then I was reading through the chapters and kind of found some inspiration to write something for them again. Big thank you to @gnpwdrnwhiskey for always listening and encouraging and fixing my writing!!

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Joel,

Feels weird to be sitting here, on our bed, in our home. I guess I should mention we made it back to Austin— Steve and I.

I met Steve in the ER in Laredo on the evening of the outbreak— he lost his wife. We managed to make it out of there together and promised to keep each other safe. He heard there’s a QZ in Denver, so we’re making our way north.

I made him promise to stop in Austin. I just had to see for myself, see if there was a chance you and Sarah might still be here— alive.

Like I said, it feels weird to be here. Seeing our house in this state. Disheveled and abandoned, but still feeling very much like the place we thought we’d live forever. It’s like a personal landmark now, for what once was such a beautiful home filled with so many beautiful memories. Maybe it’s more of a mausoleum of sorts. Kind of morbid, but also very true. ‘Here lies the Millers, before the world went to shit.’

Except, I’m here and you’re not.

I think the worst part of all of this is not knowing if you’re okay. Steve says I have to accept that there’s a chance that you’re not, that any worst case scenario that I have lost sleep over, might be my reality. But I refuse to accept that. So, I silently pretend that you are okay. That you have managed to get Sarah and yourself, and hopefully Tommy, to safety. You’re somewhere out there protecting our baby girl and staying strong for her like you’ve always done.

I feel like I’m rambling. My thoughts are just all over the place being here and thinking of you. Or maybe I’m just dragging out my time here because the minute I leave, it will be like a final goodbye to this place— and I don’t think I’m ready for it just yet.

It’s like I can still smell the faint musk of your cologne in the air. Like you’ll walk through our bedroom door, pulling your keys and wallet from your jeans and tossing them on the dresser, all while telling me about some mishap on a job site that set you back a few days. I can just see that grumpy look you wear so well. Then, when you’ve let it all out, you instantly soften when you finally look at me sitting on our bed and then you’re apologizing for boring me with your work bullshit. I would listen to your work bullshit every single day if it meant we could be together again.

When I got here, it was like I was being pulled into Sarah’s room. I sat there for a while, remembering all the times we had laid there with her reading her bedtime stories until she would fall asleep. I miss our dance parties while we would wait for you to come home, her insisting I had zero rhythm anytime one of her little boy band hits came on and I attempted to keep up with her choreographed routine she had memorized. I’m taking a few things of hers, I hope that’s okay. I don’t think I can come back here and I want to have something of hers.

I found your ring on our dresser. Don’t worry I’m not mad you aren’t wearing it. Gosh, I can’t believe I would get so worked up over seeing it laying there instead of on your finger. I know how much it bothered you wearing it to work and worrying about losing it or getting it caught on something, and yet I would still get annoyed over it. But, maybe you weren’t meant to wear it so I could find it today, so I could have a piece of you with me always.

I guess I should wrap this up. I know how much you love when I can go on and on about anything.

I will write to you. Whenever I get the chance. To Sarah, too. I’ll keep writing to you both for as long as I can.

I love you Joel. I always have. And I always will. Wherever you are, I just hope you know that.

Forever and always,

Eve

“Hey, Genevieve— ya doin’ okay up there?” Steve calls up from downstairs.

“Yeah! Just give me a sec! I’ll be right down.” You try to hide your pain as you respond, wiping the few tears sprinkled across your cheeks.

You fold your letter to Joel, placing it securely in an envelope you had found next to the pile of printer paper you tucked away with the items of Sarah’s in your pack. You push yourself off the bed, walking around to the side where Joel slept since the day you moved in. You run your handover the indentation in his pillow, remembering how much you loved to wake up before him just so you could watch him sleep.

Lifting the corner of his pillow, you gently place the letter underneath it. The last place you talked to him, is the first place you’ll write to him. You imagine he’s laying there, sleeping peacefully when you kiss the top of his pillow.

Grabbing your pack off the bed, you take one last look at the space, your heart clenching at the finality of this visit. You force your legs to move towards the direction of the door, stopping briefly at the dresser to grab Joel’s ring, tucking it into one of your packs inner pockets safely.

Steve is sitting on the couch when you finally make it downstairs. His patience is something you’ve appreciated since the day you met. He knew how much stopping here meant to you, and he told you to take as much time as you needed.

“All good?” He asks once you’ve stepped off the last step.

“No, but it will be, I think.” You tell him as you make your way out the front door.

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FOREVER IS A BIG WORD

pairing: levi x gn!reader

content: husband!levi just can’t bare the idea of losing you; no regrets spoilers

wc: 1.1k

a/n: I hope you enjoy this quick little piece I wrote! It’s based on this request for husband!levi headcanons. not proofread

Forever is a big word. Levi knows that. Levi also knows that there isn’t a doubt in his mind that you are his forever.

He met you when he joined the scouts. By force, that was. Erwin had made him a deal he quite literally couldn’t refuse. So he, Isabel, and Furlan joined the scout regiment. Of course, Levi wasn’t happy about this. He knew this was all for the sake of his mission. Find the information Erwin had and kill him, however, he made it very clear that joining the scouts was not his choice.

But then he met you.

There was something about you that just made him want to let down those barriers he had built up around himself. He could feel himself falling from the moment he met you.

But Levi knew being a scout was temporary. He was only there to find the information Erwin had and kill him.

Yet, every time Levi was given an opportunity, he’d find a reason to avoid doing so. He couldn’t leave you yet. Furlan and Isabel were starting to grow suspicious of their friend. The most skilled person they know wasn’t able to do what was asked. They knew better.

“You know Levi if you keep staring like that you’ll start to drool.” Furlan laughed, earning him a glare from his shorter friend.

“He’s right big brother, you’ll catch flies.” Isabel practically fell back with giggles.

“Shut up you two. Focus on what we came here to do.” Levi scolded his friends.

When the day of Levi’s first scout mission came and went. He was nearly inconsolable. Losing his two best friends due to his selfishness drove him mad. You had found him panting, surrounded by the bodies of your dead comrades, a titan demolished in the background. He sought comfort in your arms when they hesitantly wrapped around him, and he vowed he would not let the same fate fall to you.

Eventually, comrades lead to friends. And friends lead to…more than friends (at least that’s what Levi would call it). The day you introduced him as your partner was a difficult day for Levi. He had never been someone’s partner before. What if he wasn’t good at it? What if he just hurt you in the end? He couldn’t live with himself. But you assured him that you could handle yourself. And that you knew no matter how long you two were together, you were going to make the most of it. You were going to live your life how you wanted, despite its uncertainty in length. You told him that yes, with your position there was no telling when one day you’d go beyond the walls and not return, but until that day you were Levi’s. It was enough for him. He swore to you that he was yours just as much as you were his. And watching the way you lit up with his words almost made him tear his hair out.

And then he asked you to marry him. You had risked your life to save some rookie who didn’t know what they were doing. Pushing them out of the way of a 10 meter’s hand that was barreling down to crush whoever was in its path. Levi couldn’t breathe, without thinking he took off on his ODM gear, zipping through the air and slicing the nape of the titan’s neck without hesitation. As the titan fell, Levi was convinced he had lost another person who meant something to him.

But he hadn’t. You emerged from the titan’s now loose grip, a limp in your step, supporting the same rookie who nearly got you taken away from Levi.

“Levi! We need to-“ You had started to speak, getting ready to insist that the nameless rookie be taken to the center of the formation Erwin had planned out where he would hopefully be able to ride the cart all the way back.

“Marry me.” Levi was quick to stop your words in their track.

“W-what?” You were taken quite off guard. You had tried speaking to Levi about marriage before, but he always seemed uninterested. When in reality, the question had been right on the top of his tongue for months.

Levi seemed to take himself off guard as well. He meant it of course, but he was just surprised he had finally been able to muster up the courage to ask. He may have been humanity’s strongest soldier but he was also the most awkward when it came to his relationship. Without wasting another second, Levi puffed out his chest and stood tall, repeating the question once more.

The two of you wed quickly after. Neither of you wanted to wait knowing how uncertain life can be.

Levi had always been a little anxious whenever there was a mission outside of the walls, especially since the incident with that 10-meter titan, but now that the two of you were married, his anxiety had grown to full-blown panic.

He loved you and he was so proud of you for wanting to be a symbol of hope for humanity, but god did you have to be so reckless? Shitty glasses must have been rubbing off on you.

Levi couldn’t fathom the idea of losing you, in his ideal world you would live a long happy life (preferably with him by your side if you’d have him). But Levi couldn’t help that feeling of dread that slowly crept up the back of his neck. He could protect you inside the walls. But outside? He wasn’t so sure. He had been doubting not only his but your abilities. Levi found himself constantly second-guessing his commander as well.

“I don’t see why Erwin has you positioned over here when I’m all the way over here. What if something were to happen?” He’d mumble to himself while looking at a layout of the formation Erwin had drawn up.

“Levi, my love, I’ll be okay. I know what I can handle. If there’s by some chance something I can’t handle, I’ll fire off a flare, or hell I’ll come find you myself.”

Levi’s heart couldn’t help but skip a beat at the corny, yet sweet nickname that fell from your lips.

“Tch stupid flares. Just come find me.” He’d turn away, a dust of pink littered across his cheeks.

“I promise. I’ll head straight for you.” You did your best to comfort him. And truth be told, Levi did find comfort in your words. He trusted you with everything he had in him.

“Hey,” you spoke softly, resting your hand on his cheek. Levi’s gaze locked onto yours. “I’m yours forever. I’m not going anywhere.”

Pressing his forehead against your own he let out a small sigh of contentment. “I’m yours forever.” He would repeat back to you for years to come.

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anachronistic-falsehood · 4 months

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Ok before I answer any more asks, I feel like I need to get my full thoughts out there. This might be a bit long, but I have a lot to say.

First off: I am very impressionable. I always have been and I always will be. I am well aware of this. When people tell me things, I often believe them at face value. I’m trying to get better at that, which is why I tried to stay neutral this time around when everything first came out. Then I removed myself from the situation for a couple days, came back to it today, forgot to beat my hyper empathy into submission for ten minutes, and found myself almost believing him one hundred percent. I almost forgot about his first response, where he lashed out and threatened to sue people over this. I also tend not to focus on situations like this often because it’s really bad for my POCD. I am bad at this. I need to preface this post by saying that.

I don’t support Forever anymore. I can’t, not after everything that’s happened over the past few days, especially after seeing his original reaction, which was to get mad and threaten to sue and to brush it all off as just twitter drama. And he still brushed it all off as twitter drama in this most recent stream. He didn’t even acknowledge how old the alleged victim was, which means a lot of people who only knew of this through his streams don’t know that he flirted with multiple girls as young as 13. He said it was just jokes, but he did privately message at least one of these girls and meet her in real life, even if it was within a group of people. Things can happen even within a crowd.

There had to have been more things that happened behind the scenes for all of his friends to suddenly drop him. Whether it was some kind of proof that he was aware this was wrong as he did it, or if he lashed out at the other ccs for initially unfollowing him when this all came out, I don’t know. But he handled this very immaturely in his first response without even looking into the issue, and I don’t feel right supporting him anymore.

Still, and hate me for this if you want, I can’t help but sympathize with him a little bit. I know, I know, but I was a shitty person when I was a teenager, and I’m constantly paranoid that things I’ve done or said will stick with me forever or come back around to bite me in the ass. Hell, I have done and said things when I was 17 that would get me dogpiled on twitter if I was a cc. I do understand why he was upset. Knowing that he has mental health issues because of repeated twitter hate mobs does make me feel sorry for him in that regard. Just because being exposed for past actions may have been deserved this time doesn’t mean that excessive hate was deserved every single time, nor is it deserved for every cc who has fucked up in the past.

However, he was very immature with his initial response, and him pushing this off as just a twitter cancellation is enough to tell me that he does not quite see that he was in the wrong. He keeps saying that he’s matured and that he’s better now, as if that alone is supposed to absolve him of any kind of responsibility. I think he handled this wrong, and I don’t want to support him anymore.

As for q!Forever, I know he has a lot of similarities to the cc. That will be too hard to look past for a lot of people, and if you don’t want to engage in content that includes him anymore, that’s well within your rights. I still love q!Forever despite that, and I personally will still consume content that includes him, and I don’t want to write him out of the story of the smp. We can do the same thing we did for c!Dream and basically adopt him as our own oc. q!Forever can be our character now if we want him to be, and we can still acknowledge that Forever put a lot of work and thought into his character and appreciate what he did for the smp while not supporting him as a creator anymore.

And finally, I also don’t like the way that this entire situation was handled in general by the fanbase. The person who did this (as far as I’m aware) was dedicated to going after ccs for generally trivial things. If they wanted justice for this, why not bring it up before now? Why not before he joined the smp? And the victim didn’t want any part in this as far as I know, and yet people went after her demanding comments on the situation. Twitter kept celebrating the ccs dropping Forever like it was some fun party, just like people have been doing for the whole Dream situation. Twitter hasn’t handled this with any sort of tact whatsoever, and many of us here on tumblr (myself included) have been more invested in arguing and over correcting our own actions and phrasing when some biased people bring up invalid points to actually step back and take a break.

We’ve all been on the defence from each other. People on here have criticized each other’s views, invalidated other people’s experiences, and thrown insults and names at each other like this is a playground fight instead of a serious situation. The situation is over. Let’s just breathe.

#forever situation #qsmp #you guys can come into my inbox if you want to talk about all this yourself!!#can’t guarantee I’ll have any more comments to make #my intrusive thoughts are killing me right now and i feel like shit but i would love to hear from the rest of you #we’re in this together u guys

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ryndicate · 1 year

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One gift, Two Gift, My Gift, Whose Gift? ⨳ Draken, Ran & Rindou

No matter how many men he lets into your life, you know you're Draken's forever. Hopefully.

notes: for @knchins ! Hi hi, I'm your secret santa! I really hope you like it and I hope all my vague ass asks were worth it hehe, I did my best to make it something you'd enjoy. Of course extra special thanks to @dark-mnjiro I know we were supposed to be completely anonymous, but when she told me you and her were close I couldn't help myself. It's my first time writing a gn reader so if I Madd any mistakes I'm so sorry! I reread it as many times as I could to make sure<3

Event: @mekiza 's secret santa exchange <3

warnings: fem-bodied, reader is referred to as "baby" and "princess", gn pronouns, stockholm syndrome, implied kidnapping, implied behavioral training, multiple creampies, non/consensual cucking, pregnancy, very brief knife play, multiple partners/partner sharing, cockwarming, aftercare and comfort

By expanding, you are consenting to viewing adult and dark content and all warnings listed above. 18+ Minors DNI

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“Do you need any help?”

Your soft question raises tentatively above the volume of the tv as you watch your partner unroll more of the string lights before tapping another nail into one of the many wall studs that he marked out earlier this morning. He’s putting them up at your request, just like he did last year and you think the year before that. It’s the little things like this that he always says yes to.

Making a night about cocoa and cuddles, buying that blanket you saw on tv, putting up fairy lights all across your room, just one more kiss. That’s where you’ve found your happiness. Draken can’t deny you the little things.

“No, princess. I got this. Just sit back and look pretty for me, okay?” He smiles down at you, the pale yellow light illuminating the winding serpent across the side of his head.

“Okay, Ken.”

You shift the blanket over your body, smoothing it out, content to watch him move the stool periodically as the lights begin to look more and more complete. Draken has always been so handsome, but there’s something about him lately that makes him seem more than that. Maybe it’s his natural hair color, or maybe it’s the fact that he smiles more now. It’s been a long time since he’s had to raise his voice at you, or worse, lower it. A warm smile crosses your lips, heat flowing into your cheeks as you think about the way he spoke to you last night as he lay between your legs. The way he talks to you when he makes love is your favorite, as if you could do no wrong. As if you’ve never done any wrong, even though you both know that’s not the case.

But you know better now, all thanks to him.

The doorbell rings, a quiet melody breaking across the serene of the apartment. Your head pops up in surprise, you didn’t think he was going out today. Or maybe someone is just visiting. Your lover pauses from where he’s raised the hammer to put the next nail up, an almost inaudible huff pushing through his lips at the interruption and starts to step down.

“Can I get the door, Ken?” It would be nice to help him, you can do this now without making him mad, but it’s always better to ask.

Draken pauses his descent from his perch, and looks at you, considering. “Sure, princess. Go see who it is first.”

Perking up happily, you carefully rise from the couch and flit out of your bedroom and through the quiet living room to the front door to peek through the door viewer. Stepping softly, you retreat from the door to poke your head back into the bedroom where Draken is waiting.

“It’s the Haitani’s, am I allowed to open the door?”

This time he sighs and sets his tools aside, but he still nods at you, so whatever is bothering him isn’t your fault. Permission acquired, you turn to the door, not hiding the sound of your steps now. The doorbell rings three times in quick, annoyed succession before you can reach it, and you undo the bolt, the latch and the door handle switch and pull the door open. You wonder if they’re your company for the day, or if they’re coming to see Draken. It’s not safe for you to be home alone.

"Took you long eno— oh hey, baby. Didn't see you there." Rindou's irritated expression slips into a smirk as you give him a shy smile, opening the door wider and inviting the two brothers in.

"Stop flirting, I'm freezing my ass off," Ran grumbles from behind him, shoving past Rindou and stepping across the doorway into the inviting warmth of your home.

"Just being friendly." Rindou winks at you and closes the door behind him.

"Yeah, yeah, be friendly where it's warm," Ran shrugs his coat off, revealing an expensive suit, and stoops to place a kiss on your cheek, one that you accept gracefully before taking his jacket to hang up.

The fabric is slightly damp, and you wonder if it snowed. "Would you like anything to drink?"

"Maybe later, angel. Where's Draken?" Ran asks, head turning to peer around the dimly lit living area.

"My room."

Ran nods, pushing his hair back and disappearing down the hall. You're moving to follow when Rindou catches your hand, twining his fingers with yours to pull you back to him. He grins down at you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Nah, baby let 'em talk their business. You don't need to worry about that stuff."

"Oh, you're not just here to visit today?" You ask, surprised. Of all Draken's friends and colleagues, the two brothers are the ones to stop by for personal affairs most often.

"Mikey sent us today, but we don’t have to go back right away. Why, did you miss us?" Rindou grins, his fingers inching dangerously close to the top edge of your sleep shorts.

"It's always nice to see you, Rin," you answer softly, shifting your feet self-consciously when his smirk widens.

Content for the moment to tease, he lets you squirm out of his grasp. "I'll take that drink, baby."

Nodding, you turn to the kitchen and pull down enough glasses for the three of them, and the crystal decanter from the cabinet, transporting them to the living room.

Despite requesting the drink, once you set the tray on the coffee table, Rindou pulls you into his lap, ignoring it altogether. His clothes and body are cold from outside, and you can’t help the mewl of discomfort at the frigid touch to your bare legs. His arms slip around your waist, pulling your back snug to his chest, and your arms flash down to keep him from pulling too tightly.

“You gonna keep me warm?” You shiver, his breath hot on your neck before he presses his lips to your thrumming pulse.

“W-wait, s’posed to—”

“I’ll take the heat, baby, just c’mere already. Fuckin’ missed you,” Rindou groans, his pink flushed fingers like ice under your chin as he turns your head back to him, capturing your lips before you can protest further.

Last year, something so spontaneous would have terrified you, but you find yourself, albeit reluctantly, melting into Rindou’s touch, letting yourself moan softly as he takes your lower lip between his teeth.

“There you go,” he coos, palming your breast over your sweater, his head tipping back with a low groan as you wiggle your hips over his growing erection. “Fuck, baby. You miss me that much? You know you can call me when you need me, right?”

You peer back at him over your shoulder with a pout until he grumbles under his breath and tugs you into another kiss, more impatient this time, slick tongue coaxing your mouth to open and let him in.

He knows very well you could never do that. It’s a balance, keeping Rindou happy without being partial. Draken gets jealous, petty even, if you show anyone else too much favor. It was a confusing point for you when you first got together, that if it upset him so much he shouldn’t share you like he does, but now you know that you just hadn’t understood what it meant for him. And now you do, so you play along even if you only want to be his. Now you know how to keep everyone happy, mostly.

Rindou breaks the kiss by pulling your hair at the base of your neck, forcing your head back. You whine your displeasure at the interruption, but he hushes you, lips attacking your throat, nipping and sucking until your whine changes pitch and your throat is hot and stinging, no doubt wreathed in blooming red and purple.

“You know you’re suppos’ta ask, don’t you?” You stiffen as Draken’s voice rumbles across the living room.

Rindou releases your neck with a wet suck. “Yeah, yeah. They know. Tried real hard to stop me, didn’t you baby?” He pinches your clothed tits, forcing your back into an arch as you whine your assent, turning teary eyes on Draken. He looks annoyed, but his dark eyes are pinned on male beneath you.

Ran edges into your peripheral, taking your hand and pulling you safely from his little brother’s lap, dropping his suit jacket over the back of one of the couches. Then and only then does Draken pace forward and swat the back of the younger Haitani’s head. Rindou winces, but looks no less pleased with himself, rubbing a hand over the front of his pants. “C’mon can you blame me? Look at them, how was I supposed to resist?”

You had your head buried in Ran's chest, drinking in the scent from his pressed shirt as he held you, but you peek over your shoulder to see Draken rolling his eyes at Rindou's comment.

"Aren't you cold?" Ran questions, his hands dropping from your ass to toy with the exposed skin at the back of your thighs.

You shake your head. "I had a blanket, it's in my room."

"Don’t see it now… Draken won't mind if we keep you warm then?" Ran turns violet eyes on his friend, and you remain silent.

Draken looks a little annoyed at the question, which is unlike him but you understand. Things are a little different now, and you’re both still feeling it out.

“Oh, c'mon. I know you’ve been touchy lately but it's the giving season isn't it? And we want our favorite toy, our perfect little angel." Ran’s purr is wicked, his fingers squeezing your ass and sending a shiver of warmth up your spine as he snaps at the waistband of your shorts. His words are hushed, right by your ear even as Ran maintains an unwavering stare with your lover. “You know they’ve been missing us too, just too sweet to say it to you.”

You shake your head quickly, before freezing with a moan, as Ran chuckles, his hand slipping into your waistband to cup your pussy, no undergarments to slow his advances. He slides a finger through your folds, finding you already wet from his brother’s toying. “Yeah, there you are.”

Draken sighs and sits down on the opposite couch, one cushion away from Rindou, his eyes stormy, but drawn to the way you tremble under his friend’s touch, clocking the way your breath quickens. “Fine, but make it quick. We’ve got stuff to do.”

Ran doesn’t argue, pulling you into his lap as he sits on the opposite couch. His hand slips under your sweater, fingers trailing up your spine as he coaxes you into a kiss that quickly becomes heated. He doesn’t have time to draw it out today.

Rindou makes a noise of disappointment, but surprisingly doesn’t protest, heaving himself off his couch to slide up behind you. You can feel his arousal against your back, and if your pulse hadn’t already been roaring, it would be now, with one of them behind you and your eyes on Ran. The elder brother lets you go and is pulling back to unbutton his dress shirt when Rindou reclaims your attention, your breath hitching as you feel the sharp point of something under your chin, forcing it up. He looks to Draken, grinning. “There enough time for me to play today?”

Draken pauses for a nail-biting length of time. You want to watch him while he thinks, but Ran has other ideas, taking your hands and encouraging you to run your nails down his chest.

Then you hear him. “Superficial, and leave their stomach alone.”

You feel Rindou crystalize behind you; that’s far from the answer he’s used to receiving. “Why?” he asks, petulance shadowing along with the more overt curiosity.

Ran had stilled beneath you as well, but his mind moves faster and he pulls up your sweater. It’s not obvious right now unless someone knows what they’re looking for, but Ran’s keen eyes take in the slight swell of your stomach. A strangely possessive look enters his eyes and he doesn’t ask, but you don’t have the right to deny him as he places both palms over your stomach, cradling your tiny bump.

Draken shifts behind you, and you, ever conscious of him, glance his way. It’s been so long since you’ve seen that expression on his face, that even if it’s not directed at you, you can’t help the instinctual flutter of fear at the sight of it. Now you’re more certain than ever that you have to be good tonight. He’s been far more possessive of you since the pregnancy was discovered, closer to what you expected him to be like when you first got together. But he still won’t deny them this. Anything that might upset these two will definitely set him off, and you don’t want him angry with you. You much prefer when he’s sweet with you, you get sad when he ignores you. And your emotions are more easily thrown lately.

Rindou takes a single moment to lock eyes with Draken before nodding his assent. The thin edge of the blade trails down your throat, forcing a swallow out of you before you hear something clatter to the coffee table behind you. Surprise tingles across your flesh when you realize he’s dropped the knife, his hands working to tug your sweater over your head. Once the soft fabric is free of your body, his fingers curl around your neck, turning your head up to capture your lips in an aggressive kiss, barely giving you a second to get used to it before he’s prying open your lips and delving his tongue into your mouth.

You whine into Rindou’s mouth as his brother makes quick work of your bra, slender fingers squeezing at the exposed flesh.

“They’re bigger,” Ran comments casually before sitting up to drag his tongue between the valley of your breasts, teasing at your nipples with light tugs. “More sensitive now, I bet?”

Your nails are all but digging into Ran’s chest from all the stimulation, because of course they are. They’re sore all the time, and his touch is so gentle right now, setting all your nerves alight.

"Are they—"

"Not yet, dumbass. 'S way too early for that," Ran cuts off his brother, shifting to undo his belt, catching wind of the impatient look on Draken's face. He pulls his cock free, and the pair of them help you reposition to slide your shorts off, settling your back to Ran's chest.

A low cry gets caught in your throat as he pushes in, the pink head splitting your walls as he eases in. The stretch is immediate, quickly followed by a slight burn.

"Sorry angel, not how I would've done it. But you can take it, just relax for me." Ran coos soothingly, one hand coaxing you to relax deeper into his chest, the other gesturing to Rindou.

Taking the hint, Rindou halts in fisting his own cock, quick to start rubbing on your clit, guiding your hand to take up his abandoned task. He moans at your touch, your fingers curling around his shaft as he leans down to kiss you.

Through the fog of pleasure you remember to stroke him quickly, squeezing at the top the way you know riles him up and it's barely minutes before he's growling into your mouth, his touch getting sharper and faster on your throbbing clit until you're keening back, thighs shaking as you try to sit still for Ran, who's lazily thrusting into your soaking heat, his eyes locked on the way you're pleasing his brother.

"Fuck," Rindou hisses as your spare hand cups his balls, rolling them between your fingers as the begin to pull taut. He bats the silvery strand caught between your lips and pushes his fingers into your mouth, his head dropping back as you suckle obediently, flicking your tongue between his fingers teasingly. "Ran—"

Ran pulls out immediately, leaving you to whimper at the empty feeling, only for Rindou to put one knee between his brother's legs and shift your hips at a higher angle to slide into your dripping cunt with a ragged curse.

His hips jerk unevenly as Rindou thrusts into you, biting back moans as the velvety tightness clamping around his cock, and you give a wordless cry and Ran starts teasing your aching tits with his fingertips again. You can feel his sticky length twitch against the small of your back, his voice low in your ear as his brother fucks you for his own pleasure, his moans getting louder, faster, as he reaches his peak.

"I know it's not enough, but it still feels good, doesn't it? He's a little selfish, but I know you think it looks good on him. You like it when he's lost in you," Ran purrs devilishly, and you gasp, his words twisting something hot in your core, threatening to unravel you right there. Your hips jerk, and Rindou whines as your pussy ripples around him. Ran's voice gets soft, hiding the sharp edge that you know is still there no matter how sweetly he talks. "Nuh uh, don't you dare angel. You're saving that for me right?"

"Yes," you mewl, squirming helplessly as you try not to come. Your thighs are shaking dangerously from the position, legs still spread wide over Ran's thighs. "Won't, I won't. Please, ngh Rin, 'm gonna—"

Rindou groans loudly as his name leaves your mouth in a hiccupped sob, the broken plea enough to send him rocketing into his orgasm, shoving himself deep one more time, flooding your cunt with several thick ropes of cum.

He pulls out, the last of his seed sticking into a mess on your tummy as it twitches against your skin. Rindou sags against you for a moment before Draken grumbles about the pressure on your stomach, and he immediately heaves himself off, sprawling on the couch to your left, brown eyes hazy.

"Up for me angel, turn around."

With Ran's help, he gets you turned around in his lap and sunk down on his cock with a relieved moan, your hips rolling without permission to reignite the fading sparks in your core before they die out. It's wet and sloppy, the sounds of his length thrusting in and out loud with yours and Rin's combined slick and cum.

"So messy, feels s'good," Ran grunts, hands on your hips to help guide your fervent bouncing. His eyes keep flickering from your tits, lingering heavily on your little bump. "Perfect pussy, you gonna make me come? Fuck me, angel, make yourself come on my cock. Let me feel it."

"'M trying, 'm trying. Wanna come," you moan, hips circling, desperately trying to snap the coil that's wound itself so tight you feel like the snap might break you. "Please, help me come. R-ran…" Your pleading trails off with a low keen when he does nothing but watch you with heavy-lidded lust and you know you've gotta do it without him. You're right there. You just need a little more. You just need—

A hand pries one of yours from its death grip on Ran's shoulder, and you look up with teary eyes to see Draken standing behind the second couch, crouching to your eye level as he twines his fingers with yours.

"Princess." It's the soft encouragement in his tone, that has you spiraling over the edge, your jaw going slack, vision going white. Pleasure sings in your veins as you clutch tighter at Draken's hand, only vaguely aware of Ran's string of curses as he grinds into your spasming walls, finding his end in the rippling vice of your pussy.

"There you go," Draken murmurs, fingers soothing your scalp with light scratches as you come down. He walks around the edge of the couch and helps you to your feet, your legs leaden and shaky from all the exertion. You cling to him for support, shaking your head when he tries to lower you to the clean couch.

"No?"

"'M dirty, that isn't."

Draken scoffs in amusement. "So?" You pout and he sighs in defeat. "Shower? Do you want me to carry you?"

You shake your head, glancing at the brothers shyly. "Just don't be long."

"'Kay, baby." He places a kiss on your forehead, and you smile at him before going to your bedroom to find a towel for the obscene mess between your thighs.

Rindou plies Draken with questions the moment you leave the room.

“How long has it been?”

“Doc thinks it’s about 18 weeks.”

“Do you know what it is yet?”

“We’ve got a home visit coming up soon. Doc’s schedule isn’t open til after the holidays, we’ll find out then.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Rindou demands, the tone of his voice hard to read. When Draken doesn’t answer, he asks the one thing that he most wants to know. “So whose is it? The baby.”

“Mine,” Draken grunts, sipping from his glass, eyes flicking to the hall as the shower starts, the sound of water hitting tile clear in the beat of silence that follows his response.

Then Rindou finally looks around for his shirt, swiping it from off the floor where it landed, and recovers. “Yeah, yeah, you fuck ‘em the most. But are you sure? Did you run a test? It’s not like we’re the only ones who fuck them. Could be Sanzu’s, Koko’s, even Mik—” Draken kisses his teeth in irritation, and Rindou shrugs, backing off. Ran looks to Draken at the question, his silence indicating that he’s also waiting on the answer.

“Whoever’s fault it is, it’s mine.” Draken says calmly and clearly, making it clear that he’s not expanding on the subject anymore.

“Congrats,” Ran mumbles, sharing an unseen loaded look with his brother when Draken glances down the hall again. “We’ll see ourselves out, go help them.”

The brothers make themselves presentable as Draken disappears down the hall with a nod of thanks.

“His temper lately makes sense now,” Ran comments once he's farther away, tucking himself away and tugging the zipper of his pants.

Rindou mutters under his breath. “Think we can tell the others?”

“Nah,” Ran hums, a grin curling his lips. “Think we’d be able to come over as much if everyone knew? They’re all gonna want to see ‘em more once they find out. Let them wait a bit more.”

An understanding gleam enters Rindou’s eyes, and he nods silently, shrugging into his coat.

“Besides, I’m more interested in seeing how this affects the deal Draken made,” Ran adds, pulling open the front door, a gust of snow billowing through the warm living room before he closes it behind them. “A baby changes everything. You know he won’t let it slide, whose the kid is.”

"You think Mikey'd take them back? If it's not Draken's?"

Ran pauses for a moment, considering. His violet eyes turn skyward, watching the snow begin to clump thicker in the air. Eventually he shrugs. "I dunno. But it's not something I'd bet big against. They're both possessive assholes, not that I blame them all things considered."

Rindou chuckles. "I wonder how hard they'd even fight it. It's clear they love Draken, but that submission… it's worked out well for everyone. Maybe we'll get them back. Koko would be thrilled, that's for sure."

That earns a noncommittal hum from his brother, but garners no response.

"Fuck it's cold," Rindou grumbles finally, shoving his hands in his pockets as the snow collects in his hair. He sends one last longing glance at the door behind him. "Call a fucking cab next time.”

Draken silently steps away from the front door, padding down the hall and slipping into the bathroom.

“Princess, you okay?”

“I’m fine.” The shower curtain rattles as you pull back the colored fabric to peek out at him, steam billowing out of the gap. “Are you coming in?”

“Do you want me to?”

You take the barest of seconds to glance at him, taking in the fond curve of his lips, shadowed by the slight hunch of his eyebrows, and are quick to answer. If you do it right, you can always wipe away any budding insecurity the brother’s might have planted when you left the room. Those two do that often enough that you’re used to it, used to the way they get under Draken’s skin. He told you that a long time ago they didn’t used to be friends, but that was before Mikey brought them all together. Sometimes you think you see tiny hints of their old animosity, but it’s always gone so quickly that you’re never sure until you’re mulling it over later in the night.

“Of course, Ken. I need your help.”

You grin as Draken immediately pulls his shirt over his head, revealing the detailed twin dragons on his chest, your eyes lingering on the one that rests between his pectorals, set in the gap of serpents’ opposing maws. The one each of his friends seem to have somewhere. He’d gotten it not long after you’d moved in, and you remembered the tense moments where you’d catch him glaring at it in his own reflection. But his eyes would always soften if he caught you looking. Despite how he does everything he can to baby you, you know better. You know what he does to be able to take care of you, what’s expected of him. It would take a lot more than endless soft words and pampering to go unaware of the plain package parcels that go through your home, to cover the smell of blood.

His pants are crumpled to the bathroom floor moments later, and then he’s joining you in the steamy water. “What d'you need, baby?”

“Help me get it out?” Draken’s eyes spark with fire as you slide wet fingers down his arm and pull his hand between your thighs.

A low groan spills from his throat as his fingers slide through your folds, slipping through the leftover cum that still stained the walls of your pussy. He leans closer and presses a hot kiss to your cheek. You can feel the temperature of his lips more distinctively than the water beating down on your back. “You really want it out?”

“Want yours, Ken. Not theirs. Get it out,” you whine at the end, pressing your forehead to his chest as he plunges his fingers into your cunt, still so sensitive from the brothers’ assault. “Ah!”

“Shh, I got you.” Draken’s voice is a little deeper now, desire laden, as he murmurs soft encouragements, his fingers twisting and grazing against that spot in you that has you gripping his forearm helplessly, leaning against the tile to keep from falling. He knows you better now to know you’re not trying to stop him, simply a kneejerk reaction to the pleasure. He pulls his fingers out, grasping your waist to steady you instead, his eyes staring intently at your little bump. “Careful, baby. Turn around.”

Breathlessly, you comply, putting your palms flat to the tile and moaning when he presses on the small of your back, having you push your hips out just a little. “Good?” He rumbles. You hear him unhook the showerhead and tell him yes, blood hot with anticipation.

Your squeal bounces off the walls of the bathroom when he presses the jet of water to your slit, the heat and the pressure enough to make your knees weak.

Draken hums, keeping your steady with a hand on your hip, pressing more firmly and shifting the stream lower, away from your clit. Your mewls are softer now, just like the pleasure, tilting your hips down against the water; it still feels good, heightened by your lover’s touch, knowing his gaze is locked on you.

After a couple minutes, he notices you begin to shiver, your skin rising with goosebumps, wet and no longer under the full warmth of the showerhead. He reclips it and turns you back to face him. There’s no complaint from you when he captures your lips in a kiss, his fingers slipping into the warmth of your pussy, immediately angling at the soft lining of your outer wall, working you towards a quick release with a touch that betrays just how well he knows your body.

His breath is labored against your neck where he buries his head, lips pressing to your collarbone intermittently, occasional grazes of his teeth. Your hips jerk into his efforts as his thumb presses on your throbbing clit, almost keening at how sensitive it is, so close to flying over the edge.

“Let go for me, I need you baby. Go on,” Draken rumbles, voice tight, but you’re coming before he’s even finished speaking, the knowledge, no, the admittance—that this man needs you, causes bliss to light up every circuit you possess. His fingers continue to crook at your walls, guiding you through a pleasure you’d never have dreamed of before him.

“One more? You got one more for me, right?” His groan is ragged as he hooks one of your thighs under his arm, leaving you on one leg but keeping you steady as he sinks into you, his cock pulsing as your slick walls stretch to accommodate his girth. You don’t even care that your body is thrumming and oversensitive, the desire to be as close to him as possible, to feel him consume you, is everything. Draken knows what’s best for you, always has.

His pace is slow, measured, but you can tell he’s as desperate as you are, his lips on yours, on your cheeks, your throat, kissing your eyelids every time they close, the water cascading around you, all but forgotten as your bodies move as one. It’s not about pleasure, it’s about being together, the joy of it.

“You’re so beautiful,” Draken moans, water dripping down his neck and shoulders. “So perfect. Every day, so good for me.”

“I need it, Ken,” you gasp, clawing at his back, desperation making your voice hoarse. “Please, please.”

Draken hisses as your nails drag red lines into his skin, but his eyes lose none of their intensity as he presses his forehead to yours. “Come with me—” your name tears from his lips in a low whine as pleasure unravels in his gut like a snapped coil, his hips stuttering as he releases inside you with a ragged groan, but he doesn’t stop, fucking it deeper. “Come for me, come, f-fuck—”

His chant doesn’t stop, and you watch his face contort as he continues to come, bliss easing his features and making him look softer, and Draken’s never looked more beautiful. You follow after him with a low cry, clutching him tight as the pleasure waterfalls through your body, leaving you breathless and unsteady, never happier.

“Love you, Ken.”

Draken smiles, peppering your throat with kisses and wrinkling his nose at the now even more prominent hickies Rindou left behind. "Let's go lay down, you've gotta be tired after all that."

Smiling and nodding, you turn off the shower, loosing happy sighs as Draken insists on toweling you dry, soothing aching muscles, and spending a euphoric amount of time eye level with your belly, his eyes closed and cheek resting against it, as if he could hear your baby if he tried hard enough.

But eventually he bundles you into the bedroom, helping you into some warm pajamas and turning the lights off and tv on. The fairy lights left the room with a soft glow, aided by the silver light of the tv, featuring some holiday special that tickles a memory from a different time.

After a few minutes you hear him mumble something about "closer" right before he lowers your pj's and you feel his cock pressing on your entrance. You hum, too comfortable to protest. With his arms around you, palming your stomach, tucked deep under the duvet, you feel warm and safe and moments from sleep with his cock pressed deep inside you.

Draken’s voice is a little hoarse, enough to bring you out of your drowsing with a pang of concern, but it strengthens with each syllable. “What do you think about moving somewhere else? What if we just disappeared, you and me?”

“Where would we go? What about your friends?” It's hard to imagine, you can hardly remember what it's like to leave the house, let alone leave the city you grew up in.

“We could go lots of places, travel the world even.” You notice he doesn’t answer your second question, but you figure that it’s not important enough to answer.

“I’ll go anywhere with you, Ken.” You whisper, and you know it’s true. Despite everything it took to bring you both together, you know you’d do anything for him. Anything for his child, your child. “As long as we stay together.”

“Then we’ll go,” Draken murmurs, holding you closer as you begin to drift to sleep, exhausted and content. “Just our family.”

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 years

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NDA Part 2

AN: Jackman has some explaining to do. Okay let's gooooo 😘

Synopsis: After learning that your future husband has been lying to you for the duration of your relationship, you have a decision to make.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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Read part 1 first

You were taken aback and suddenly confused.

This had to be some sort of prank.

"I'm sorry, come again?"

"Jack is married to me and I knew that there was someone else. And look at that, I was right. Can we talk?"

You simply nodded as you looked at the big ass ring on her left hand.

Princess cut.

You then invited her into the suite and led her over to the living room area. You sat across from her as she began to speak still in disbelief of what was currently happening.

"How long has he been seeing you?"

"Almost a year and six months."

She nodded before gathering her thoughts on what she wanted to say next.

"Y/N, you seem like a really sweet girl and.... Jack did was he does best. He's a sweet talker. He knows the right things to say in order for you to think that it's just you and him forever. That's what he told you right?"

"Um, more or less."

What was she getting at?

"We've been married for four years and have two boys together. I never thought for a second that he would step out on me, but he did. You weren't the first and you probably won't be the last."

"Why did you stay?"

"Because I literally depend on him for everything. I didn't go to college, have no skills, I barely finished high school. What am I going to do as a single mother of two young boys?"

You almost felt bad for her.

Almost.

But, he was yours.

He loved you.

He wouldn't have hidden this from you..

Right?

"But if he's married to you, how is he supposed to get married to me?" You curiously asked.

"After everything I just told you, you still want him?"

Just then the door opened and both of you looked up to see it was the man of the hour.

"Hey baby girl, did you...."

He got quiet as he saw both of you.

"Jack... I think you have some explaining to do." You calmly said before getting up and walking towards him.

He now looked pissed off and all of his anger was directed towards Ava.

"What did her lying ass tell you?"

"Oh please, I told her the truth. We're married and have two boys together."

"AVA! We are in the middle of a divorce because you cheated on me and my so called kids aren't even mine!"

"Yes they are!"

"So the DNA test lied then?!"

"Jack, please don't do this."

"Don't do what? I have literally signed over everything to you because I don't want anything to do with you anymore and want you out of my life for good! You're mad because I finally found the person that I want to be with and it isn't you! You messed up our marriage Ava, not me."

"We can fix it!"

"Do you hear yourself right now? Like really hear yourself? I don't want you, I don't want anything to do with you, and you need to leave me and my future wife alone. See your way out now. You've done enough."

Ava simply grabbed her purse and walked over to you.

"Y/N, you're too good for him. Let me know if you ever want to talk."

She gave you her number and walked out without another word with Jack literally slamming the door behind her.

You didn't know what to think.

Did you believe Ava or did you believe Jack?

I mean Jack has been lying this entire time hiding secret families and shit and Ava... well you couldn't quite read her very well and besides you only met the girl minutes ago.

You were now back sitting on the couch when Jack came up and sat next to you.

You instantly moved away from him.

Feeling nothing but hurt and betrayal.

You never thought in a million years that this man would lie to you and hide that he was in fact married.

"Baby, please. Let me explain."

"You lied to me." You quietly spoke as you stared straight ahead.

"I... I know and I'm sorry but I had to in order for her crazy ass not to come after you. I don't even know how she found out about you in the first place! Y/N, I love you. You know that and I would never do something intentionally to hurt you."

"I can't do this right now."

"Come on, don't let her ruin us. She means absolutely nothing to me. As soon as the divorce is finalized we can get married. That's why it's taking me so long to marry you."

"And her kids aren't yours?"

"Babe, her kids aren’t mine. Besides I got a DNA test just so I could have proof. When they were born, I knew they weren't mine."

"I need to be myself right now. I have a lot to think about."

"Stink, come on. This is really the only time I'll get to spend with you for the next few weeks."

"Jack.... I'm pregnant and I don't want my child born into this hot mess express."

"Wait, what? You are!?!?"

"Yeah and I was excited about it until thirty minutes ago."

"We can do this mamas. I promise to take care of the both of you. I take care of you and you want for nothing. We can finally start our life together that we want."

"Jack... get out and don't call me again until the divorce is finalized. Pregnant with your child or not."

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The next few months were a blur.

You didn't completely cut off contact with Jack even though you wanted to.

He is the father of your child after all.

If you thought you got a lot of gifts before, he was now taking it to a new level.

You were running out of space in your condo to put everything.

You were getting something every single week for you and your unborn child.

He kept the gifts gender neutral since you wanted it to be a surprise when they were born.

You and Jack didn't exactly break up, but you weren't necessarily together either and it just felt like a weird space at the moment.

Jack didn't miss any doctor's appointments even if they had to be through FaceTime. He made sure to be with you as much as he could even if it was awkward at times.

He was doing more appearances in order to have more money for you and your little one.

You had to give him credit, he was trying but you couldn't get past the fact that he lied about something as important as being married and going through a divorce.

You were an understanding person and always have been. You always kept it 100 with everyone else and wanted that same thing in return.

Especially with something as big as this.

You were currently eating cherries on the long couch in the living room when a FaceTime call was coming through and you already knew who it was. You rolled your eyes before answering, not really being in the mood to talk to anyone.

You clicked accept and his face appeared wearing a smile.

"Hey baby girl, how are you feeling today? How's my little one?"

"Hey, just a bit tired and they're okay. But nothing I can't handle."

"I wanted to call you to tell you that the divorce was finalized today."

Jack held up the paper to show me and sure enough it was true.

Jack was no longer married to Ava.

But you weren't quite sure if you wanted to be married to Jack either.

You never thought in a million years that would be the case.

You simply nodded your head and went back to eating your cherries.

"I thought you would be a little more excited baby."

"I just.. Jack you made me feel like you didn't trust me and that really hurt."

"Never that mamas. I apologize that I made you feel that way. I do trust you, I just... I didn't want you to leave me if you found out. I admit that was stupid on my part but Y/N, I cannot live without you being in my life. From the moment we met I knew you were my wife."

"Is that the same thing you told Ava?"

Jack simply sighed. He knew he was going to have to put in a lot of work for you to forgive him and move on from this.

"I thought she was the one, I admit. But when she cheated everything just went downhill. She didn't show her true colors until after we were married and then I came to the conclusion that she was bat shit crazy and only wanted me for my money."

"I'm sorry she did that to you because you definitely didn't deserve it."

Jack was the type of person to make sure that everyone around him was good and had everything they needed.

The only thing is that people tend to take advantage of that.

And that’s what she had did.

"When is your next appointment? I'll be back in L.A. in like two weeks I think. I don't like you being that far away from me."

"It's actually in two weeks. I know you don't, but I need time."

"Is moving in with me still on the table?"

You had thought long and hard about it and you wanted your baby to have both of their parents under the same roof.

"Yeah, I guess."

You simply shrugged.

You missed him, but you just didn't know anymore.

"Baby, I'm trying. I really am. I'll make this up to you anyway I can. Anything you need or want just tell me."

"I know you are, I appreciate the effort."

"Do you still want to marry me?"

You took a few seconds to answer and he got nervous.

"Yes, eventually."

“Well, how much longer?”

“Jack, I don’t know. Like do you know how royally fucked up what you did was?”

“Yes but..”

“Okay, then. I’m going to need for you to stop rushing me and let me do this in my own time. I love you and as much as I want to be mad at you, I just can’t. Just let me go at my own pace and I’ll tell you when I’m ready.”

“Okay, I won’t bring it up again.”

Jack stayed on FaceTime with you for a few more minutes before ending the call and going to find Urban.

He found him conversing with Neelam and he took a seat next to both of them.

“I told your ass that you should’ve been honest with her from the beginning.” Urban said already knowing what the situation was.

“But, yall know how crazy Ava is.”

“We do, but I mean come on Jack you broke her trust.” Neelam was right and he couldn’t argue with that.

“I know I went about it in the wrong way and I honestly think I might have lost her for good.”

“Has she broken up with you?

“No.”

“Has she blocked your number?”

“No.”

“Has she given you any indication that she was going to leave you?”

“No.”

“Okay, then. There’s still a chance for you to make this right.”

“She barely even talks to me anymore unless it has to do with the baby. I thought she would be excited when I told her the divorce was finalized today and she just kinda shrugged it off.”

“Well, do you blame her?”

“Well, no. But that was the whole reason why I couldn’t marry her and now I can.”

“Just give her time. That’s literally all you can do. She’ll come around. I can tell you really do love her because you will talk about her nonstop for hours at a time.” Neelam responded smiling.

“She’s brought out the best in you within this past year and with all that you went through with Ava you definitely deserve it.”

“I deserve it, but I don’t know what I’m going to do if she decides to leave me. She literally means everything to me.”

“Well, do what you need to do to make sure she doesn’t.”

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whatbigotspost · 1 year

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A friend sent me this story and it’s a good time for me to ramble on for a sec about how fucked up it is for the exact people who are wreaking abusive control and violence against their LGBTQAI+ children and the community widely are positioning themselves as protectors and the queer community as abusers simply for existing in a way that says, “you can have a happy life exactly as you are.”

Content warning: descriptions of child abuse coming…Most garden variety adult survivors of child abuse like me can tell you that it’s really really often the adults who are screaming “I’m protecting you!!!!!” at kids who are actually the exact person we needed real protecting from. My dad’s version of “protection” quite frequently meant trying to control my every thought and movement while bludgeoning me with an endless onslaught of his interpretation of Christianity as the reason and justification.

His control and violence was excused because it was “for my own good.” He was just “doing his job to protect my soul” or what the fuck ever. I’ll never forget him explaining to my brother and I how we needed “the devil beat out of us” sometimes.

I am certain this is how people like MTG parent.

There’s another post out there floating around right now about how “save the children” has become a wildly effective dog whistle for conservative Christofascists and the like. It’s true and it makes me so fucking mad because what I really really needed growing up (and eventually found, thank god) were queer affirming spaces so I could breathe for a moment and stop hating myself.

I can’t even bring words to do justice to how important 2 particular adults were to me, welcoming me to hang out in homes that became safe havens for me and many other of my friends…places were everything was gay as fuck and I was safe TRULY SAFE. To suggest they were the problem? The groomers? It’s laughable to a degree I can’t do justice.

I wish there was a way we could take the reins of the “think of the children” thing away from Christofascists. It needs to mean “create spaces where kids can be 100% themselves” and YES that will mean lots of queerness because a fucking lot of us are queer. Sure people of all types can be abusers…positioning gay and trans adults as inherent “groomers” is the same old homo and transphobia as ever, repackaged using long debunked stereotypes and outright lies.

My dad was the real groomer in my life. He tried to to groom me to accept violence as a part of love. To become some theoretical man’s good little wife and servant for life. To hate myself so deeply that I’d turn into a broken person like him and have kids I also didn’t want and export my self-hatred to them and so on, forever. Thank god he failed but if people like MTG get their way, they will abuse so many more children who may not be lucky enough to survive it. It’s terrifying and THOSE KIDS deserve and need protecting from her.

#child abuse #christofascism #abuse #violence #queerness #queer spaces #homophobia #transphobia #kids #children’s rights

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popcorn-kitten · 2 years

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Comet

fandom: FNAF SB Rating: T+ pairing: readerxSun/Moon warnings: Suggestive content summary: You need to take an impromptu day off and know your clingy and well-meaning co-worker robots will not handle it well. But they mistakenly get a reward for their relenting.

I only proofread this once and I was high so my bad in advance. I also couldn't think of a title so, my bad again.

Sun paced in front of the large doors that lead to the atrium outside the daycare. He would occasionally glance at the slide to see if there was movement there, only to droop when there was still nothing. Sun’s hands wrung together in a seemingly unconscious manner as he unsuccessfully tried to find something to keep him occupied.

You were running late. Late late. Not the 2-5 minutes that he had learned to tolerate. It had been your idea to get him to relax and stay calm but it had been sososososo hard to learn to wait five whole minutes when you should have already been there. It was 10 minutes past your clock-in time now and despite his ongoing checks you still hadn’t even entered the building!

What if you were hurt? What if something badbadbad had happened to you?? What if-what if you were NEVER coming back? What if you were going to leave him just lik-

Sun’s thoughts stopped as he felt more than heard the annoyed groan from within his head. If Sun could pout, he would at the sense of Moon pushing forward enough to get the yellow attendant’s attention.

“If something happened then it’s already happened. There’s nothing we can do. Stop squirming.” Moon’s tone was strict and to the point. If anyone else had heard it they would have likely listened.

But Sun isn’t anyone. And Sun can hear the undertone. He can hear the concern in Moon’s thoughts and sputters aloud.

“You’re worried too!” Sun shouted out loud into the empty daycare. He’d never been very good at the internal communication and knew it was an annoyance to Moon. Which may be a teensy tiny reason he made sure to do so louder than normal.

‘Being worried is not the same as your panicked pacing.’ Moon’s tone was biting in nature but there was nothing behind it, not really.

“Well well well Mr. Too-cool-to-Care I’d rather be doing something than sitting around.” Sun grumbled. His voice was quieter now and he’d forced himself away from the entrance to realign the toys on a nearby shelf – despite them being perfectly set up already.

‘You’re going to wear out our battery if you keep acting like a petulant child.’

“PETULANT CHILD?!!”

‘Yes. You’re pouting and stomping around like someone stole your favorite toy.’

Sun bristled at the implication of him thinking of you as an object. As though you were anything other than the most perfect adult they’d ever met! As though you weren’t the most important person in their lives!

With a huff, Sun held up a finger to scold the Moon regardless of his lack of physical presence when he froze. Moon’s inner snickers ceased as well when they both realized you were finally at the Plex.

“OUR STAR’S HERE!!!!” Sun all but bounced over to the entrances whipping his head to look between the slide and doors trying to anticipate which you would come in from today.

The creak of the door barely had time to make its way through the air before Sunny was running full speed towards it. He was so happy you were here! He was soooo upset you made him wait! He’s relieved you’ve come to him! He wants to reprimand you. He wants you to never leave and scare him like that again!

He stopped in his tracks once he finally made it to the door, a tall figure that at one point had been imposing now just reminded you of an overgrown puppy.

“SUNSHINE!” Sun shouted, reaching out to give you a signature “Sun Snuggle n’ Spin™” He stopped mid-bend when your hand came up to his face to alert him to stop.

For a moment Sun felt his anxieties re-emerging. Were you mad at him? Were you here to tell him you were leaving forever?

Sun didn’t even notice his hands resuming their fidgeting until your raised hand dropped to them and gave his long fingers a reassuring squeeze.

Sun’s pupilless eyes stared back at your face and he felt his shoulders relax when your smile was what greeted him. Relived, he’d still be pouting at the lack of greeting hug if he could. It fueled his frustrations and Sun was going to give you a stern talking to about tardiness but it died in his voice box when his eyes finally noticed the bundled hoodie being cradled in your other arm.

All of Sun’s other emotions stopped in an instant as his servos were flooded with curiosity. He could feel Moon’s annoyance again but knew he wanted to figure out what was happening too.

You feel bad for the moment after stopping Sun’s hug, especially with how hurt his body language was, but you couldn’t risk him accidentally hurting your unexpected surprise. You grinned excitedly at the jester before trying to explain yourself.

“I’m so sorry Sunny, I know how late I am and I’m so sorry for that - I hope you weren’t worried o-”

“Pshh me? Worried? Haha oh, Sunshine you know I was ok waiting. I’m very patient after all.” Sun puffed his chest out to try and sell his vibrato, ignoring the hissing sound of liar in the back of his head

Your smile goes from excited to understanding and Sun unconsciously lowers himself more so he can be at eye level with you. It maaaaybe also was to get just a bit closer to you.

“You’re right, I shouldn’t assume things. But I am sorry for being late, it’s not responsible and I was uh…a little distracted so I couldn’t call.” Not that you thought your message to the front would make it to Sun anyway, but you still felt guilty for not trying.

“What was so distracting?” Sun asked, his face rotating to the side in curiosity. He could feel Moon’s own prickliness dying down at the apology, just as invested in your reason as his counterpart.

Your smile seems to grow more which tickles something in the mind of Sun and Moon that they weren’t used to yet.

“Well, well first of all I want to say sorry too for the hug, I love your hugs, but well…” You trail off a bit as you shift the hoodie you’ve been cradling out to Sun.

“I was getting a coffee this morning and when I was ordering I heard this little noise.” You explain carefully pulling back the soft fabric to allow Sun to see just what you’d found. “And this lil’ thing was on the ground, right in front of the order box. Like, basically in the road! And I mean it was so cute, and it’s so little and I couldn't just leave it there! It’s definitely too young to be on its own.”

You pause to take a breath, impressed by Sun’s actual display of patience. “So, well…ok I think this is going to be something very cool for you or at least new so, uh, can you shut Moon out for juuust a second? I want to see your guy’s reactions and it’s not a surprise if he sees it now too!”

Sun’s faceplate had rotated back to straight and he giggled, excited to see what you’d brought. He could tell it was some kind of animal and he’d never really seen an animal for real - outside of some service dogs. Service dogs were working though so he couldn’t ever really pet them to see if the fur was as nice to touch as it looked.

Sun’s giddiness overwrote Moon’s indignant refusals to being shut out and soon Sun was left with silence. It was always odd to have one of them off. It felt too quiet. But for you, for you, he’d bear the discomfort.

Sun nodded once, firmly, to confirm he’d done as you asked. He found himself swooning a bit at the way your eyes softened when you looked back down to the bundle in your arms.

“Ok, ok I know I’m being extra here but close your ey-er…turn off your eyes?” You were uncertain what the right way to phrase it was. You’ve never really had to ask him to do this before.

Sun whined quietly but knew he could never deny a direct request from you. He wasn’t going to do it easily though. He made sure to huff loudly and turn his head from side to side as though trying to decide if he’d follow through or not. He made another loud dissatisfied noise before he turned off his ocular receptors.

Sun heard you giggle at his antics and it filled him with warmth in his chassis.

“Thank you, Sunny. I appreciate you playing along with me.” Your voice somehow sounded even sweeter when he couldn’t see you. He unconsciously leaned further towards you, a fleeting thought of being kissed runs across his servos and he felt himself shiver. Maybe…maybe you would?

Sun hummed in acknowledgment; all memory about the fact you basically said it was an animal that was the surprise leaving him. His thoughts being replaced with conflicting pushes of calming down and excitement buzzing at the possibility of feeling your lips on his faceplate.

You take his hand lightly in yours and guide it forward. Your palm was warm and soft and Sun’s whole body followed your pull. He couldn’t suppress a whispered and shuddering “S-sunshine?” he’s never felt so nervous before and so hopeful.

“Gently.” You respond just as quietly as you bring his fingers to the hoodie. You’d pulled back the layer of fabric covering the kitten you’d found this morning and lightly brushed the DCA’s fingers against the tiny animal’s fur.

Sun’s eyes snap on and he pushes a gasp out of his voice box to mimic the feeling of coming across something too cute for words. Sun lets out a quiet ‘aww’ as he let his hand gently rub against the soft fur of the kitten’s back. It lifts its head the best it can after letting out a ‘mmrp’ to look up at Sun. It wasn’t a kiss but Sun would be lying – which he doesn’t do – if he said it wasn’t an exciting experience.

You grin at Sun’s dopey smile - only rarely does that permanent expression feel genuine and you’re filled with warmth at this being one of those times. The kitten is mostly white with differing shades of brown splotches along its back and tail. The fur seems like it will remain short but the kitten is still too young to know for sure. The small cat’s nose and ears are a bright pink and the squinting it does lets the slightest sliver of blue eyes show.

Sun is enthralled with the little fur ball as it turns onto its back and nips at his silicone finger. It tries to kick its back feet but they just wiggle and its toes stretch wide showing off the soft pink paw pads.

It seems like Sun has completely shut down as the tiny creature continues to exist in front of him. You’re about to ask if he’s ok when the constant swaying you know so well starts up again. You’re relieved for only a second before Sun yells, “Sunshine!! This is the CUTEST THING I’VE-”

You harshly shush him as the kitten flips onto its feet and hisses, its short fur standing on end looking more like a sea urchin than a danger. Sun’s volume and closeness clearly have scared the kitten and you do your best to pet it back into comfort. Sun gives you his best approximation of a sheepish and apologetic look before continuing.

“I’ve never seen…well, I mean I’ve seen some cute cute cute babies and kids, oh such cute kids! Butbutbut I’ve NEVER seen a really real kitten before!!!” Sun is ecstatic and it’s exactly what you were hoping for.

You hope he’s enamored enough that he won’t stay mad about you being late. You aren’t sure if it’ll be enough for him to forgive you for having to leave soon. You know he won’t take it well, but you need to get this kitten to the vet ASAP.

“I thought you’d appreciate it,” you start, the kitten has relaxed again into a loaf in your arms, eyes closed as it purrs. “Like I said, I saw it on the side of the road, or, well…the side of the drive through and I couldn’t just leave the little guy there!” You explain again wanting to hammer down the fact that it was in need to better help your case.

Sun nods along, he’s crouched down now and his face is close to the little cat. His finger rubs its soft head again and the kitten pushes it’s face against Sun’s finger. With its eyes still closed it moves it’s face so Sun doesn’t have to do much. The kitten noticeably rubs the sides of its mouth against the silicone as it tries to scent him.

“Understandable understandable.” Sun mutters quietly, nodding along. You notice he’s vibrating at almost the same frequency as the cat’s purrs. It’s cute in its own weird way.

You push the thought away and clear your throat preparing to land the crushing blow.

“Sooo, since it’s really young and was in the road…I need to take it to the vet.” You pause only for a moment before continuing the next sentence in a rushed single breath, “So I’ll be gone for the rest of the day…probably.”

Sun freezes and you try to hold a pleading smile. He doesn’t do anything that indicates his attention has left the kitten, but the shiver that you try to suppress means he has to be staring right at you.

You’re hoping you don’t have to use the nuclear option. You had accidently found out that if you use juuuust the right pout and ask in the sweetest voice you have, Sun will do what you want. You don’t like using it, it feels like you’re manipulating him, but this is a situation that has you preparing for a finisher. You really hope you don’t have to go that far.

Sun still hasn’t moved but the sense of being watched has left you. His pupilless white eyes have focused back on the kitten in your arms. He had stopped petting the animal and instead had one of his large warm hands resting on the now sleeping feline’s back.

It’s a sweet scene, but the tension is palpable. You adore Sun and Moon but this is one of those times you wish their faces could move. You hate not knowing what’s going on in his head. You hate that you know you’re upsetting him.

“Sun?” You use your quiet pleading voice and watch as he simulates taking a deep breath.

“I wa-we were worried about you this morning. We thought you weren’t coming back.” Sun says in the quietest voice he has.

You’ve only heard it once before. It was about 3 months into your employment and you, (while emotionally exhausted and frustrated with how the Day Care Attendants had been neglected), ended up swearing to them that you would never leave the Plex for good. Not without taking them with you.

You can’t help but smile softly at him. They have just as much power over you – maybe more – as you have over them. You shift the bundle so the kitten is able to rest in one arm while the hand of your other comes to the bottom of Sun’s faceplate. Your thumb rests on the front while your pointer finger is behind the metal as you gently coax him to look you in the eye.

From far away it would seem Sun has nothing but white eyes, up close you can see how wrong that is. You’d spent enough time with him, up close and personal, to be able to just make out where the (you assume) paint was supposed to go. A small circular groove that outlines a pupil. Like this you can tell his white eyes are looking anywhere but at you.

“Sun.” Your prompt is quiet and questioning, he hesitates only a second before looking back at you.

Sun is almost completely slumped now, his body sagging sadly. This is one of those rare moments you are looking down to him. Usually, it would be followed by a joke of some sort. But this is different. This is a raw, vulnerable moment and if it were anyone but Sun or Moon, you’d have run before confronting that level of emotionality.

“Have I ever not come back?” You ask quietly, unconscious of your thumb lightly caressing – what would be – Sun’s chin.

Sun pauses then carefully shakes his head no, trying to be aware of his rays and your proximity. He’s hyper aware of your fingers on his face plate and is trying to cool his body quickly without the fans whirring too loudly to alert you. Your fingers are comforting though. If he could keep your hands on him forever, he would.

“So.” You pause for emphasis, unaware that you have startled the animatronic from his own thoughts. “I promise, no I swear on Freddy Fazbear himself that I will be back tomorrow. I’ll bring all sorts of pictures of this little guy and give you a full report of its health.”

You punctuate this declaration by giving a reassuring squeeze to his face plate that still rests between your fingers.

Sun whimpers at you. There is so much stimuli that he’s struggling to know what to focus on.

Finally, Sun responds with, “The Fazbear swear?”

Sun’s quiet still as he confirms what you’ve said. You give him a firm nod, but notice there’s still some hesitancy in his posture.

“Would a pinky promise make it stronger?” You ask.

Sun nods and straightens his back so he’s a little taller. He carefully moves so that he doesn’t remove his faceplate from your hand, and puts his pinky out. You have to let go of his face to link your smallest finger with his. You miss the sad huff that emanates from the day care attendant.

You make sure Sun’s looking in your eyes when you say again, “I promise I will come back to you both.”

Sun shivers but hopes you don’t notice - you do, you always do. You never say anything though. You’re honestly not sure what it means. Most often you chalk it up to being part of his machinery settling or something. He was good with telling you when something was wrong so you assumed the shivering was normal. Your knowledge base was in childcare not animatronics.

Sun is silent for another few seconds, you worry you may have to go for the nuclear option. Sun is clearly upset and you swallow hard, uncertain if you should go straight for the pout now or in a few seconds.

Finally, finally Sun fakes another sigh and with a sassy roll of his head he stands to his full height. “Fine. You can be gone for one - ONE day.” He holds a single finger up and close to your face. Sun doesn’t hold a stoic tone well though and you smile at him appreciatively. You can tell he isn’t as upset as you worried he might be. At least if his spinning rays were anything to go by.

“Thanks Sunny, I really appreciate it, I’m sure it’s tough for you to agree to this but I’ll owe you a favor, does that make it better?” You ask, digging your fazwatch from your pocket. You found them ugly and didn’t often wear it if you didn’t need to.

Sun ‘s rays spin faster and he bends at the waist so he’s eye level with you again. “Dealdealdeal!!!” He enthusiastically agrees, extending his hand to shake.

You laugh and happily shake in agreement.

Sun’s whole head spins this time in conjunction with the possibilities running through his mind. Maybe he’ll be able to ask for a kiss? It’s a scandalous thought, but sounds so so so lovely. Unknowingly, you interrupt his processors running through all the options with a question.

“Would it be ok to switch so Moon can see the kitten too?”

Sun is, not for the first time, thankful he can’t move his face. He knowns he’d be frowning otherwise. He’d never even pretend to not enjoy having all your attention on him. It was rare that long periods of time would pass with just the two of you but…but he knows that fair is fair and sharing is caring. With a quiet huff Sun nods his head and squats down again, arms open for a gentler hug.

You happily embrace him, the arm cradling the kitten turned away from his body. You bask in the warmth of him. You’d been trying to ignore the slight chill that came with giving your hoodie to a cat. It was a good cause of course, but being warm was good too.

Sun holds on to you longer than he knows is appropriate. He’s tried to be ok with ending hugs with you, but knowing he wouldn’t see you until tomorrow made it harder for him to let go. Sun makes another sad sound and tucks his face plate against your shoulder – rays retracting in as necessary to not get in the way

“I’m going to see you tomorrow my sweet summer sun.” You promise, lightly rubbing his back.

Sun nods against your shoulder and finally removes himself from you. It looks like he’s weighted down with his uncharacteristically lethargic movements. One of those warm hands cups your cheek.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sunshine.” Sun mutters. He removes his hand from your face to reach past you, flicking off the lights before he has to deal with anything else that might make it even harder for him to let you leave.

The transformation is smooth, certainly much smoother than it used to be. Neither was good with relinquishing control in the early days and would often screech in pain when the other would try to force themselves to the front as soon as the lighting changed. It took a lot of patience and work to get them to learn how to change without hurting the other or themselves. Most of the work was with their feelings towards themselves.

Sun was open and would talk at great length about his thoughts and feelings but was difficult to challenge and get to think of things differently. Moon was better at hiding his emotions than Sun. Moon was guarded, deflective, and would go so far as to remove himself entirely in the midst of a conversation. It was months before you’d cracked his shell. That opened the flood gates and you’d found that Moon tended to feel things more deeply and personally than his twin.

You shake your head and look down to your arms. The mechanical whirs wake the kitten but only enough for it to open its eye before letting out an annoyed huff and falling back to sleep.

Your eyes don’t adjust quickly to the dark – something that you feel should have gotten better with the constant light to dark you experience. You’re pretty sure that’s not possible scientifically though. At least not yet.

Your blindness and musing cause you to miss the concern in Moon’s eyes before he steps close enough for the LEDs of his eyes to light you. His fingers twitch at his side as he beats down the urge to grab you. He isn’t sure if he’d pull you close or give you a harsh shake for the worrying he’s continued struggling with. Especially after you asked to have him shut out.

The heat of anger cools when Moon’s eyes finally meet your apologetic ones. It’s hard to stay mad at you.

“Is everything alright?” Moon’s voice is quiet, gravelly, and measured. You give him the most reassuring smile you can and nod.

“If something was wrong, I wouldn’t have asked Sun to close your communication line. I know it upsets you, but I’m proud of how well you’re both doing with it.” You pause to give another smile. You really are proud of them for being able to come back to being online without as much panic.

You knew there would be times they’d each want privacy and both agreed that was true. Just like with the distress tolerance of you being late you’ve been working with them to be more comfortable being in the metaphorical dark and taking that time for themselves to decompress.

Moon doesn’t respond so you continue your thought.

“I will always make sure you both know if something is wrong, I promised that and you know I don’t do promises.” You try to add a lighter tone to the end of this sentence hoping to break the tension that was starting to become a bit too much.

“Why did you block me out?” Moon’s cautious but you can hear the edge to his voice, you’re just not sure if it’s anger or hurt.

You move closer to Moon and reveal the sleeping kitten in your arms. Moon is silent as he looks down at the bundle of fur and hoodie you’re offering him. Moon’s systems take a moment to process what he’s seeing and what you’re trying to tell him. He wasn’t sure what to focus on. His hurt or curiosity?

Moon is quiet for a long time. You’re not sure what exactly he’s thinking but when he quietly asks to pet the small cat you nod vigorously.

Moon’s movements have always been slower and lighter than sun’s, the tips of his fingers hardly brush along the soft fur. He freezes then, seemingly uncertain what to do next. The kitten doesn’t even seem to notice the touch and Moon doesn’t know what to do next.

You smile fondly at Moon’s hesitance and lay your hand over his. Moon looks from the kitten, to your face, to your touching hands, in rapid succession as his mind furiously turns. He must have done something wrong. You must be touching him to move him from the kitten. He must have done something wrong wrong wrong wrong

“You don’t have to be so nervous Moon. I know you’re not going to hurt it. You’re doing great.” You try to sound as reassuring as you can and ignore the slight shaking of his frame. You know Moon has become skittish and nervous since the virus was cleared – he still sees himself as a killer and a danger. You’ve been working for months to change that perspective of his, but trauma is a bitch to work through.

Moon is silent as you lightly press his palm against the kitten and guide it slowly to demonstrate for him how to pet it. The kitten makes another ‘mrp’ as it lifts its head to look at him. Moon stills as he looks into the kitten’s eyes and watches it blink slowly at him.

Moon’s eyes turn to you and your smile is soft, he has the odd sensation that this is an intimate moment, the two of you close, touching, a small bundle in your arms. You remove your hand from his and he unconsciously continues petting the kitten. But when it starts to purr, he freezes again circuits buzzing with concern.

You’re quicker this time to comfort Moon. You assure him, “It’s ok, it’s a good sound, it means it feels safe and happy. You’re making it feel safe.” You keep your voice quiet, not wanting to cause any more alarm for the naptime animatronic as he copes with this new situation.

Moon looks to you again and thinks if he could cry this might be one of the moments he would. You’re looking at him so softly, like he’s something important and that you care about. You’re talking to him like he matters and logically he knows you do. But Moon often finds these are the moments it hits him. What being cared for actually feels like. What you caring for him feels like.

You take the silence as an invitation to speak. You quietly explain what happened like you had with sun. How you found the little thing and that it is likely going to need some medical care. You’re watching him as he stares at the cat who is starting to yawn and stretch.

“So…I’ll need the rest of today off to get ‘im looked at and brought home.” You inform with as much softness and warmth as you can. You know this won’t be easy for him. Unlike Sun, Moon is more likely to withdraw and decide that you are saying this to try and get away from him as opposed to the truth of wanting to get the cat medically cleared.

Moon stills and you know the anxiety is building in him. You don’t want him to dissociate and shut down so you press his hand against the purring kitten for some grounding before lifting that same hand to rest on the cheek of Moon’s faceplate. Moon’s watching you and you know he’s looking for any deception or lie in what you are telling him. His scarlet eyes bore into your soul and you stare back unyieldingly to show him your honesty.

Moon will feel guilty about this distrust later, you know it from experience. You would never hold it against him though. Moon’s been hurt and used and needs as much as you can give before he’ll let his guard down.

“I promise it will only be one day. I’ll come back tomorrow. I promise.” You reiterate yourself to ensure he knows how serious you are. You push up on your toes so you can press your forehead against the forehead of Moon’s faceplate. His hand is still on the kitten and the warmth from both of you makes him relent.

“You’ll come back tomorrow.” Moon says. It’s quiet and it’s a weak demand as opposed to a question.

“Absolutely.” You assert, keeping your eyes locked on his.

You can see and feel the tension Moon’s been holding start to sooth when the sound of his bells draws your attentions to the kitten again.

Tiny paws are batting at the bells on his wrist and nipping on the ribbons. In your discussions the small cat had turned itself on its back underneath Moon’s hand to get to the dangling pieces. You can’t help but snicker and a puff of air comes from Moon that you’ve learned to associate with a dry laugh.

Your forehead is still against Moon’s when he lets out a simulated sigh as he seems to accept that you’re going to be leaving for the day.

Moon presses his faceplate a little firmer against your forehead before he mutters, “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.” You agree with a nod, returning the slight pressure of your forehead to his. Moon’s shoulders shift and he hesitantly pulls away from you and the kitten. The hand that had been petting it rests on your cheek to match how you’re still holding his.

“Go slowly my lovely moon.” You whisper, asserting your promise with the mantra you had both decided to use for calming him down – especially if amongst others.

Moon hums and you can hear his cooling fans running on high before he quietly responds, “Go slowly.”

Moon moves away a bit more, both your hands fall from one another’s faces. Moon seems to hesitate a moment before pressing the unmoving smile of his face against your forehead.

Before you fully process what happened Moon pulls away and attaches to his wire. It quickly pulls him from you and into the vast darkness of the daycare.

You smile softly and turn to leave, knowing the boys will do just fine running the daycare themselves for a day.

Over the next few weeks, you come in with news and photos for them of the kitten as she grows and plays. You name her Comet to stick with the celestial theme of the daycare and assert that she is the daycare’s new mascot. It’s a few months later when you come in almost as excited as the day you first found the kitten.

You’re there early and wave Sun over. You tell him there’s a video you want them both to see.

“Oh yes yes yes!! I looove when you show us videos!!” Sun excitedly agrees. He pauses for a moment then nods, his rays spinning, “Moony’s watching too! Show us! Please?!”

You laugh at his enthusiasm and hit play on the video and it starts with Comet meowing long and loudly at the camera.

“Are you ready for bed?” Your voice asks from behind the camera. It’s pitched a bit higher and more cutesy than normal. Comet meows again and takes some steps forward, jumping onto your bed.

“Bed time little nugget? You’re in your sleepy spot.” You continue, zooming in on Comet. She’s making biscuits on pillow covered in her fur and purring so loudly even the phone picks it up. Her eyes blink slowly at you.

You were a little embarrassed by the baby voice you were using but hoped that it would slide as the video comes to the main part.

“Well, we can’t go to sleep without our buddies, can we?” You ask the kitten. She doesn’t respond but blinks slowly at the camera (you) and continues to purr and make biscuits.

From behind the camera comes into view a sun and moon plush - equal in size and both clearly fur covered as well. The kitten mewls, does a circle and lays down eyes locked on the two plushies. Her tail swishes slowly across the pillow and her paws slow in their kneading.

“Ok sweet pea let’s get you set up so you can sleep.” Your voice is quieter as you sit on the bed beside Comet. You set Moon on the left of her loafed form and Sun on the right effectively sandwiching your kitten between the DCA’s plush likenesses.

Your fingers remain in the frame as your thumb brushes up and down the bridge of Comet’s nose. She tilts her head back enough to sniff it. Comet yawns and stands, stretching her back in an arch. She circles again on the pillow then flops back so her head is on the Moon plush and the Sun is between her front paws.

You whisper loving words from behind the camera as Comet clearly falls asleep quickly, the video ending a few seconds after.

Sun has been cooing throughout the video and making quiet comments from both Moon and himself. It’s almost shocking to see how much bigger Comet is from when they first saw the thing almost a month ago.

But Sun goes quiet when the plushies enter the screen, he becomes unusually still and his white pupils are locked on the screen. You notice but don’t say anything, not wanting to break whatever little spell Sun seems to be under.

Sun feels his chassis swell with affection seeing how comfortable and loving the kitten is with his and Moon’s likenesses. Sun can’t help but feel a little jealous but imagines that he and Moon are really there with you both. He wonders what it would be like to have you and Comet curled against him and resting comfortably. Moon doesn’t comment but Sun can feel some warmth and love from his counterpart slipping through Moon’s barrier.

You wait a moment but when you get no other reaction from Sun you begin to swipe through the photos you took after the video of Comet curling with the toys and fast asleep. Sun seems to snap back to life and makes little “awws” as the pictures go by.

You’re looking at him and commenting on something about what’s in the picture when you swipe again. Sun freezes again but this is different from earlier. He’s seized and his fans are whirring at double speed. His voice box isn’t making coherent words but there’s a high-pitched whine that you’ve never heard before.

“Sun? Sun are you alright?” You ask before looking at the phone to see what must have caused such an extreme reaction.

Your eyes widen and your face heats up faster than you’ve ever experienced before. You did it. The dreaded swiping one picture too far.

Your screen shows a picture you took of yourself in your full-length mirror. Your back is what’s reflected and you’re looking over your shoulder making your best approximation of sultry/fuck me eyes. You are completely nude. Your ass is bare in the mirror in the photo and there’s clearly nothing covering your chest or any other part of you. If that wasn’t bad enough, also reflected in the mirror is your bed where the Sun and Moon plushies rest, seeming to be looking directly into the mirror. As though staring at your naked form.

Your embarrassment finally subsides enough for you to take action. You hit the power button and tear your phone away shoving it into your pocket. You’re babbling an excuse about needing to get back to work before booking it to the other side of the daycare.

You do your best to act as though nothing happened and to your relief so does Sun and Moon. You’re grateful they don’t bring it up. You have to leave as soon as your shift is done and wave good-night as you exit.

Sun clenches his hand together in nervousness. You have no idea. They can tell you don’t know. They are certain you are totally unaware that the photo you showed them has been memorized and filed away by both daycare attendants.

There’s unspoken uncertainty about what to do with the feeling of tingling circuits that erupted the moment they saw the photo. They know they’ve done something wrong and there’s brief flashes of guilt as they pull the picture up in their memory banks throughout the night. They feel bad for doing this.

But not bad enough to delete it.

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