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you-have-a-metal-arm · 3 months

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Drunk Confession

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Trope: Friends to Lovers

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

Summary: Bucky gets drunk and confesses to you

Author’s Note: Please do not copy or translate my work. English is not my first language, so please understand grammar or spelling mistakes. This fic was inspired by the song, Drunk Text by Henry Moodie. I appreciate every feedback! Thank you for reading!

Since Bucky joined the Avengers, you and Bucky have been friends for eternity. The two of you hit it off when you met, and considering Bucky a quiet person, as soon as the two of you you started opening up, Steve couldn’t be more surprised. You two would flirt whenever you had a chance, but both of you were scared to admit the feelings that were so obvious to the other team members. You and Bucky would be on missions together, fighting for each other’s lives, caring about each other’s safety more than anything. After successful missions, Tony would have a party, inviting nearly half the population of New York. As everyone leaves, and the team is the only member left, they would have small games like Truth or Dare, Seven Minutes in Heaven, and so much more, leaving Tony to wonder if he’s dealing with a bunch of seventeen-year-olds.

This mission was one of the last missions the team had to deal with at the Main base of Hydra located in Russia. The mission was over quicker than Tony’s plan, leaving everyone more time to relax.

When everyone returned to the compound, Tony decided to have a party just for the Avengers. He informed the members to wear something casual. Some left for their rooms, and some went to the medic to get superficial wounds patched up.

“Let’s get drunk!!!!!!!!!!”  Peter shouted since it was his first party where he could legally be drinking. Tony looked deadly into Peter’s eyes, warning him to act like an adult, leaving Natasha to smirk. You weren’t feeling good and remembered that Bucky usually did not enjoy staying out at parties, where he is forced to socialize; you thought the two of you would be having a movie night in your room, but you were wrong. Bucky wanted to stay and drink, so you decided to go back to your room and sleep early, but as soon as you were about to leave, Bucky grabbed your wrist.

“Stay.. Please”

He told you with his puppy eyes looking at you, and you couldn’t say no. So you silently sat down next to him, where he held your hand and absent-mindedly drew circles on the back of your hand.

“Just get a room, the two of you! We have a teenager in this room.”

Teased Sam, earning a dramatic eye roll from Bucky and Peter.

“I’m not a teenager, look! I drink! I’m an adult now.”  Peter told Sam, showing him the bottle he had in his hands.

“Says who doesn’t even have facial hair.”

Muttered Tony. Steve and Sam were cracking up, and Peter was left annoyed.

Bucky never enjoyed drinking. Well, one, he couldn’t get drunk from his serum, and two, even if he did get drunk in some way, the hangover he had the next day and the blimming headache would remind him of the bloody chair. But for some reason, Bucky was drinking the Asgardian beer Thor brought as a present. You were worried for his sake by tomorrow, so you constantly whispered to him to stop drinking, but he wouldn’t listen.

“I just have a lot in my mind, Y/N… So just let me drink. I know the consequences ”

Bucky told you to calm you down as you were worrying too much.

“You can tell me what’s in your mind; don’t bottle them up just with alcohol.”

Bucky shook his head and drank up bottles of beer and strong whiskey. Realizing you had no power to stop him from drinking, you decided to let him be and have his way of controlling his stress.

You talked with Nat as Wanda and Vision left to go to bed. You then realize that it is already two o’clock in the morning. No one seemed to be leaving soon, so you just continued the chat with Natasha and Clint, hearing about Clint’s family and Natasha’s sister. As the conversation continued, your eyes started to feel so heavy that you decided to head back to the room. As you were trying to leave, Sam called you out.

“Y/N, cyborg is too drunk to return to his room alone. Steve’s too drunk, and obviously, I’m too terrified if I ‘invade his privacy.’”

Sam mentioned sarcastically, and you nodded. You remembered Bucky hated people entering his room, even when it was just for help, and you were the only exception in the team.

You excused the both of you, nearly carrying Bucky back to his room.

“Bucky, you’re too drunk!!! I told you to stop drinking.”

You scolded Bucky, but he just widely smiled at you.

“What are you smiling at, mister?”

“You.”

He replied so simply yet in a flirty way that made you blush.

While he was rambling stupid stuff, you had already carried him to his room and tucked him into bed. He grabbed your wrist when you were about to get him a glass of water to wake him up.

“Y/N? Did I ever tell you I’m in love with you?”

Your eyes widened. You developed a crush on Bucky for about five months now, but you were too terrified to tell him your feelings and get rejected to lose a best friend, so you had to hide your feelings deep down. But Bucky confessing his feelings to you while he’s half asleep? Your head was running miles an hour, but Bucky’s voice stopped you from overthinking.

“I’m madly in love with you, Y/N. Maybe I fell for you the moment I shook your hands, or… when you came into my room with cookies at 4 am when I woke up from a terrible nightmare, or even when you threw yourself in front of me to protect me from a gunshot, only to get yourself hurt. I think about you all the time; I think about you while eating lunch, I think about you before I go to sleep, and I think about you as soon as I wake up; you might think this is creepy, but I want to be with you, and I’m too scared if you’d find me too broken, that you’d find a reason to leave. I wanna have you so bad…”

You held his hands and kissed his forehead. You kept telling yourself;

‘He’s drunk, he’s drunk, he’s drunk’

“Buckaroo, you’re too drunk. Let’s get you to bed and talk about this in the morning, Okay?”

Bucky nodded and let go of your hand.

“Now let me go get you a glass of water. It will make you feel better a bit.”

You went to the kitchen, made a glass of water, and returned to his bed, but you couldn’t find him anywhere.

“Buck? Bucky, where are you?”

You turned on the lights and saw Bucky sitting on the couch, playing random chords on his guitar. As Bucky had therapy sessions, he was recommended to learn an instrument or make a hobby unrelated to fighting, and he decided to learn the guitar. Having YouTube, he could learn guitar in his room without anyone knowing. But sometimes he would play some chords and sing you some songs.

“Y/N, come here. I’m not drunk.”

Bucky’s voice sounded calm, which made you wonder if he wasn’t drunk. He wasn’t slurring anymore, and his eyes seemed more alert than a while ago. You followed his instructions and sat down beside him, and he started singing a song.

I wish I was who you drunk texted at midnight

Wish I was the reason you stay up ’til 3

And you can’t fall asleep

Waiting for me to reply

I wish I was more than just someone you walk by

Wish I wasn’t scared to be honest and open

Instead of just hoping

You’d feel what I’m feeling inside

Oh, and here we go again

Destroy myself to keep a friend

Hiding away, ‘cause I was afraid you’d say no

I wonder if I cross your mind

Half as much as you do mine

If I tell you the truth

What will I lose I don’t know

I wish I’d sent you that drunk text at midnight

I was just sacred it would ruin our friedship

But I really meant it

I wonder how you would reply

Bucky finished singing. He sang the last verse, nearly asleep, and as soon as the song finished, he fell asleep on the couch. You were left flabbergasted, feeling an undescribable feeling in your stomach. But you noticed if Bucky spent the night like this, he’d probably be in misery in the morning, so you decided to take the guitar away and at least make him comfy on the couch, with cushions and blankets. As you lifted his head to put the blanket below him, he brought you down and nuzzled into your neck. You were surprised and tried to get out of his grip, but he pulled you closer as you tried to escape, sending shivers down your spine. You fell asleep in his arms, and it was cozier than you thought.

You woke up earlier than Bucky and decided to make him breakfast because you knew he’d have a massive hangover when he woke up, so you prepared to create him a bowl of oatmeal with sliced banana and chicken noodle soup just in case.

Soon, you heard Bucky tossing and turning around the couch, and soon, you saw him wake up. He looked exhausted, with his hair all over the place. He frowned as he looked around his room, but as his eyes landed on you, his frown turned into a colossal smile.

‘See? He doesn’t remember a thing; he was just drunk. Let’s get over it.’

You thought to yourself.

“Good morning, Bucky; you were so drunk yesterday, like really drunk. I was scared you’d blow up.”

“Good thing I didn’t.”

“I warned you not to drink that much! You hate drinking, Buck!”

You warned him, and he nodded. You offered him a glass of water to save him from his misery. You were about to return to the kitchen to finish the food, but Bucky pinned you.

“You said we’d discuss it today.”

You tried to put on a normal face, acting as if you didn’t remember anything from yesterday.

"What?"

You questioned innocently as Bucky was about to pour his heart into you.

"I'm in love with you. Can you be my girlfriend? I was in love with you forever. And I was scared I'd lose you. I... I love you so much."

You were utterly dumbfounded. Words left your mouth. You thought it was the alcohol speaking, not himself, but as you see him all sober up, you realize it was him all along. As he confessed his feelings to you, the space between you was filled with silence, and the few seconds felt like a million years of them.

You were in shock and internally screaming from joy, and Bucky was so nervous not hearing a word from your mouth. He started overthinking, worrying if he had just lost his best friend, just from his stupid emotions that he couldn’t help but keep to himself.

"I- If you don't wanna be with me, it's totally fine. I respect your decision. And- and if you want me out of your life, I will walk out of it. And if you, if you hate me, you can, and- and... I'm sorry for ruining everything like this. I shouldn't have said that. I'm so sorry. You can leave if you like, I won't bother you with my stupid jokes, I won't sing you weird songs, I won’t keep you awake at night from nightmares, and- and”

He was rambling, and you stopped him with a deep kiss. As your lips crashed with his, his eyes widened and pushed you away in shock.

"What was that? Why did you kiss me? Just to rub it in that I'd never have you?"

You loved seeing him so nervous in front of you. The Bucky that everyone in the compound knew was a man with no emotions who was always stiff and private, but seeing him in this state made you smile. He looked so adorable. He was so adorable that it made you question how he could be a deadly assassin.

"To show you I love you too idiot."

You replied, hoping it would stop him from wandering in his thoughts that were running miles an hour. Bucky was momentarily speechless and pulled you in for another deep kiss.

“Does this mean you’re mine?”

Bucky asked while he pulled you in closer and nuzzled into your neck.

“Yes, idiot I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”

You told him in between kisses. His tongue entered your mouth, and your tongues moved in sync.

“God, this is the best day of my life. I’ll never let you go Y/N”

He whispered.

Bucky was on top of you, and he started to kiss your neck, leaving a trail down to your clavicle. You whimpered and loved every single second of it.

“Don’t you smell something burning, doll?”

Bucky asked, and you realized the chicken noodle soup you left on the fire.

“Oh shit.”

You ran back to the kitchen, and Bucky followed you and hugged you from behind, snuggling into your neck as he absorbed your scent.

“You made something for me, sweetheart?”  “I did, ‘cause I know how much you hate headaches, and I wanted to soothe it for a bit. I wanted to make you feel better.”

“You want me to make me feel better? But you already are, baby.”

Bucky told you with a cheeky grin and offered to get food in the common-kitchen. You went downstairs together, having hands in hands, interlocking your fingers. Bucky’s face looked better than ever, and Tony gave you death glares as he silently asked you what happened overnight. You just smiled at him.

“Since when did cyborg wake up with a grin after a heavy drinking session?”  Sam asked, but Steve poked him when he caught on to what was happening. Steve gave Bucky a knowing glare.

“Maybe I like alcohol,”  Bucky whispered as you were having breakfast. Your spine shivered again, and you had butterflies in your stomach again. You realized that you weren’t just in love with him, you were in fact, madly, in love with him.

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heavyhitterheaux · 3 months

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Ghost Part 4

AN: 💕

Synopsis: The two of you have finally gotten on the same page regarding Ace and Jack has shown you that he's all in when it comes to his and Ace's relationship. However, he ends up taking one step forward and a hundred steps backward when your safety is compromised

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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Sitting in your car in front of your apartment building, you let out a loud sob that you had been holding in since the judge had made her decision.You were confident that she would rule in your favor, but the only thing or person on your mind rather was Ace.

He had gotten so used to seeing Jack often that you weren't quite sure how he was going to adjust to only being able to see him every other weekend. And you didn't know the first step in how to explain that to him and more than likely he probably wouldn't even understand. This was the last thing you wanted to ever happen, and you thought for sure that Jack would meet you halfway in order to do what was best for Ace, but once again his pride got in the way.

You had lost track of time and didn't know how long you were sitting in your car crying when you grabbed a tissue from your purse in order to wipe your face and make yourself look a bit more presentable. Blaire wasn't going to bring Ace back until later in the day and you still had some time to kill. It was simply decided that you would get into some comfy clothes and watch Disney plus because you figured that was probably the only thing that could somewhat lift your mood.

Before you started watching anything, you sent a simple message to the group chat since you knew that they had been waiting to hear from you.

You- I got full custody of Ace

Blaire- 👀👀👀

Nadia- As you should. What them child support payments looking like?

You- 40,000 a month

Liv- DAMN he actually got lucky. For a celebrity, I’ve heard of people paying a lot more than that.

Blaire- But how are you feeling overall?

You- Sad for Jack believe it or not

Liv- He got what was coming to him smh I don’t feel bad because he brought this on himself

Nadia- I second that

You- But now I have to tell Ace and I don’t know how he’s going to take it

Jack was in a daze driving home from the courthouse and the realization was hitting him that he didn't do anything but make things more complicated for himself. He had now driven a bigger wedge in between the two of you and knew deep down that no matter how much he apologized to you that it wouldn't be enough. He wanted to have a relationship with his son, but also wanted to have a healthy relationship with you too and at this point even getting you to talk to him was going to be a challenge.

He had gotten home and didn't realize that Clay had been following him and pulled up behind his car in the driveway. Jack sighed to himself not wanting to hear him say ‘I told you so’ again since he had a feeling that he would never let him live this down. He knows that he fucked up and doesn’t need to hear it over and over again.

Once he stepped out of the car, Clay was next to him with his hands stuffed in his pockets and simply looked at him.

“Clay, not now. Please not now.” Jack said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I'm just here for support. What just happened was a lot to take in and even though you've been treating me like shit the last few months, you're still my big brother and I still care about how you’re feeling.”

“I know and I'm sorry. I just… There isn't any excuse for the way I've been acting and treating you as if you're not important to me when you know that you are. I just want that close relationship that you have with Ace and I’m jealous of it and not afraid to admit it. You've been in his life since he was four weeks old and I can't say the same thing. Y/N is never going to forgive me now. I wish I would have talked to her when she gave me the chance.”

“That is literally all she has wanted from the very beginning. She never wanted it to get to this point and she actually low key thinks that you hate her.” Clay quietly said as they both walked into Jack’s house.

“What? I could never hate her. I don't hate her. Why would she think that? Never mind, don't answer that. I… get it.”

“And you failed to realize how this would affect Ace because he's the one that's at the center of this whole thing.”

“And now I can't even see him how I want to.”

“You now have to make it up to not only Ace but Y/N too.”

“And I don't have any idea on where to start.”

“You already know what you need to do and no one should have to tell you that. You can start by being the best father you can possibly be to Ace. This isn't rocket science, but you damn sure know how to make things more complicated. Are we sure that you’re even the older one at this point?” Clay asked while smirking and Jack gave him a small smirk in return and shrugged his shoulders.

Jack's mood had been off for the rest of the time that had passed until it was his weekend with Ace and he wanted to get himself together before you dropped him off. But he just couldn't shake this being his new reality. He knew now that he should have talked to you and simply let you explain, but his thoughts of you moving and taking Ace flooded his mind and that was the only thing that he could think of. But all in all, he just made a bigger mess.

He had sent you multiple text messages with you responding in ten words or less and it wasn’t because you were being mean or trying to spite him, you genuinely had no idea what to say to him at this point. Until you did, there was no reason for you to give him a longer response.

It was a little awkward when the person supervising the visit, Britney showed up at his house ten minutes before you were going to drop Ace off and knew that he had to prove to her and to the court that he could take care of Ace and take care of him properly. But most importantly, he wanted to prove it to you.

Once he saw your car pull up, he went outside to meet the two of you as you were helping Ace out of the back of the car. You were grabbing Ace’s backpack that had all of his toys (and told him that he could only bring three because Jack had an entire playroom in his house specifically for him) and clothes when you heard his voice.

“Hi Y/N.”

“Hi.” You responded while barely looking at him and took a deep breath before continuing to talk.

“His clothes, shoes, and toys are in here and I'll come and get him Sunday at 5.” Was all you said as you handed him Ace’s backpack and Ace was simply looking between the two of you.

“Um, okay.”

“Make sure he's ready by then for me to come and get him. Okay, Ace, give me kisses.”

You kneeled down to his height and he immediately embraced you and it seemed as if he was holding onto you as if he didn't want you to leave.

“Mommy, can you stay?” Ace asked as he pulled away from you.

“Ace, you're going to have fun with daddy and I'll see you in two days, promise.”

“And we can call mommy before you go to sleep.” Jack chimed in with an attempt to make it less awkward, but he knew that this was probably going to take a while.

“Will you sing to me when I do?” Ace asked, looking at you hopeful. Just about every single night, after the two of you read a book, you would sing him to sleep.

“Of course. Anything for my baby boy.”

—

“Daddy, you okay?” Ace asked Jack as he looked over at him and saw that he was staring off into space when they were supposed to be baking brownies. Peanut butter and chocolate, which he learned how to make from you which had now become his favorite.

“Oh, I'm fine. Now let's get this batter in the pan so we can watch a movie.” Jack answered as he ruffled Ace's curly hair that resembled his.

“Can we watch Cars!?”

“Of course we can and when our brownies are done, we have ice cream to go with them.”

“But you still look sad. Are you sad about mommy?” Hearing Ace say that made Jack's breath hitch and he simply sighed before saying anything else. To only be three almost four, Ace was incredibly smart and picked up on a lot of things that went on around him.

“You definitely notice everything, don't you?” He asked as Ace simply smiled and nodded.

“I hurt her and I don't think that she's ever going to forgive me.”

“Just say sorry. That should make it all better. Mommy has a big heart like me.”

“That she does, but I don't think that's going to be enough.”

“Well, I still think you should try.”

“Ace….”

“For me?” Ace asked while looking up at his father with eyes that resembled his.

“Now you know that I have a hard time telling you no. And stop with the puppy dog eyes!”

“So you’ll do it!?”

“I’ll try for you.”

The next few months came and went with the celebration of Ace turning four, and Jack having to do more and more appearances and fly around the country. When that happened, Ace would just stay with you until the next weekend that he was able to come and get him once he was back in Louisville, since he wasn’t allowed to take him across state lines yet. It was Friday afternoon and you were cleaning up your classroom as Ace was sitting at one of the tables coloring when he suddenly asked you about Jack.

“Mommy…”

“Yes?”

“Can daddy come over for a movie night?” He asked while turning around to look at you.

“Um, Ace we have to see. Daddy might be busy.” You said while grabbing your purse from underneath the desk and taking out your keys.

“Can we call him?”

“Sure, we can call him once we get outside in the car. Come here so I can help you put your jacket on. We can finish coloring at home.”

Ace was secured in the back of the car when you slid into the driver’s seat and attempted to turn the car on. The only problem was that it wouldn’t.

“You can’t be serious right now.” You muttered to yourself as you lightly laid your head on the steering wheel. Liv had taken a half day today in order to go to a few doctor’s appointments so you know that you couldn’t call her. Nadia would still be at work, and Blaire didn’t close the bakery until seven.

So, that left one person.

Jack.

You sighed as you dialed his number and he picked up on the second ring.

“Hello? Y/N? Are you okay? Is Ace okay?”

“Hey, we’re fine. But I need a favor. Are you at home?” You mumbled because you didn’t like asking him for help, but at this point you needed it.

“Of course. Yeah, I just got back in. What’s going on?” Jack asked as he was looking for the Chinese take out menu from his favorite spot.

“I’m at work with Ace and my car decided that it doesn’t want to start.”

“Say less. Drop me the location and I’ll come get both of you.”

“Thank you, I’m sorry to ask, but….”

“No need to apologize. I’m on my way now.”

It took less than twenty minutes and you finally saw Jack’s jeep pull up beside you and this made Ace yell in excitement.

“Looks like you get to see daddy after all, huh?” You said as you peeked at him in the backseat and he excitedly nodded towards you.

Jack hopped out while coming over to you and opening your door.

“Thank you again for doing this.” You said and Jack simply waved you off.

“It’s not a big deal, Y/N.”

“I didn’t take you away from anything did I?”

Jack immediately shook his head no as he opened the back door and unstrapped Ace from his car seat and picked him up.

“Hi daddy. I told mommy to call you because I missed you.”

“I missed you too, bubs.” Jack answered before kissing his cheek and putting him in

His car seat in the back of his jeep. Jack then opened the passenger side door and helped you up, while putting your purse and work bag in the backseat. Once he slid in the driver’s seat, he started making his way back to your apartment.

“Daddy, I’m hungry.”

“What do you want to eat? I was actually going to order Chinese food for dinner. Did you want that?”

“Yes! I want an egg roll!”

Only now you noticed that he was going in the opposite direction.

“Umm? Jack? My apartment is that way.”

“I know.”

“Then where are we going?”

“I want to show you something and I figured that this was a good time in order to do it.”

He glanced over at you and saw the look on your face and couldn’t help but to laugh.

“No kidnapping involved, promise.”

It was another fifteen minutes when you noticed that all of you were literally a few streets over from where Jack’s house was. He then pulled in front of a modern looking house and it looked as if it had just been built and no one had the chance to live in it quite yet. You looked around and saw that there were others similar to it and that it looked like they were building more.

“Jack? What is this? Where are we?” You asked not having the slightest clue on what was going on.

“This is your house.”

Your eyes went wide as you looked at him in disbelief. You looked out the window at the house before looking back at him and was clearly confused.

“I…”

“I don’t want you two in that neighborhood anymore because it’s not the safest. This way, Ace can go outside and play all he wants and I don’t have to worry about you two not being in a safe environment. This is a gated community so unless you have the passcode, you can’t get in.”

“Jack….. You bought us a house?”

“Yes.”

“I can’t accept this, how in the world am I going to pay for it?” You asked as a million things started going through your mind.

“No one said you had to pay for anything. You need more space, even if it’s just the two of you.”

“But….”

“Y/N, it’s a gift. No strings attached. It’s fully furnished and everything.”

You sat there for a minute before glancing back at Ace who was too busy playing with one of his toys to notice you.

“Come on, let’s go inside so you can at least look at it.” He said while holding up the keys and smiling at you.

“Is this a ploy to get me to stay in Louisville?” You asked, suddenly getting defensive because of his previous actions.

“No, not in the slightest. If that’s what you eventually want to do, then okay but this house will still be here and still be yours. Just while you’re here I figured that the two of you should be as comfortable as possible. And also that you would have probably said no if I asked the two of you to move in with me so it would be safer knowing that you would probably want your own space. You don’t have to move in immediately, but come on so we can at least look at it.”

“Okay.” You quietly said before taking off your seatbelt and getting out the car as Jack did the same thing while tending to Ace after.

All three of you walked through the house and you were in awe. Ace’s bedroom had a Louisville Cardinal theme since that happened to be his favorite team right along with his dad, while your room had a black and gray theme. Ace had his own playroom filled with toys and even a mini kitchen with a working stove that was perfect for his height.

“Ace, don’t you like this house and want to live here with mommy?” Jack asked as Ace had begun examining the stove and the little apron that was hanging to the side that had his name on it which was similar to the one that you bought for him.

“Yes! I like it.”

All Jack did was look at you, but you still had hesitations in the back of your mind. It was true that you and Jack were growing close again and working on being good co-parents to Ace, but you couldn’t take him possibly doing something to mess all of this up all over again. Before either of you made a decision regarding him, you would call each other and discuss it first. This just seemed all too much for you and you were overwhelmed.

You remained quiet as Jack simply laid the keys in your hand and closed it.

“Whenever you’re ready, there is absolutely no rush. Please understand that. And also understand that I’m trying to do my best to make up for what I’ve done or what I haven’t done rather. I just want to do right by the two of you.” He whispered so that only the two of you could hear and all you did was nod in response before Jack went to scoop Ace up in his arms.

“Bubs, you ready to go to daddy’s house and eat Chinese food?”

“As long as we watch Cars!”

“Uh? Again?”

“This is nothing compared to his Lion King phase.” You muttered as all three of you made your way back downstairs.

“Oh, one last thing. Let’s go this way.” Jack then led you both in the direction of the garage and your jaw dropped once you set foot in it.

“Didn’t realize that your car was going to give out on you today, but… surprise.” was all Jack said as you were now staring at a BMW SUV. When you and Jack had first started talking, you told him that this was the car that you eventually wanted to buy for yourself and had no idea that he actually remembered.

“Jack….”

He didn’t say anything and instead slipped his hand in his back pocket to get the keys and hand them to you.

“Ace can ride with me while you test out your new car.”

About another month had passed and the temperature was beginning to warm up and you couldn’t wait to be able to take Ace out all summer and was trying to think of where you wanted to go and wanted to do. You also made sure to include Jack in your plans if he wasn’t too busy. You had the night to yourself since Ace was with Jack and you were currently fiddling the house key in your hands that Jack had bought you. He told you that it was no rush and you were deciding to take your sweet time. As far as the lease for your apartment went, Jack said if you wanted to break it, he would pay for it. But at this point in time, you feel that he already did so much for you already and would probably just ride it out until it was time for it to be renewed again. However, just about every day after you were finished teaching, you would take the long way home to pass by it.

It was around midnight when you had gotten a text on your phone from Nadia and it seemed urgent.

Nadia- Go look at Jack’s instagram…. NOW

You- Why? What’s wrong?

Nadia- HE POSTED YOUR FACE, THAT’S WHAT’S WRONG!

Your heart was now doing backflips as you logged into your instagram app to see that he did indeed post you and now thoughts were beginning to run rampant.

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jackharlow: Y/N, thank you for being just an amazing mother to my son who has wanted for nothing ever since he came out of the womb. I'm thankful that we're in a better place with one another and keeping him at the center of it because at the end of the day, he's the most important part of this. I can't change the past and what went down between us, but I can move forward and do what's best for the both of you.

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You wasted no time in texting him wanting to address this and how incredibly dangerous it was.

You- Jackman, I’m coming over because we need to talk

Jack- Is everything okay?

You- No, everything is not. I’m getting dressed now

Jack was waiting at the door for you once your car pulled behind his jeep in the driveway and he could tell that you were fuming. He simply stepped aside to let you squeeze past him as you went to sit down on the couch in the living room. All Jack did was come and sit next to you waiting to hear what you had to say.

“Y/N?”

“Why did you post that?”

“Because I figured you deserved a public apology. I just wanted to show how appreciative I was of you and how important our relationship is.”

“Do you not understand what you just did? First, those pictures that were taken were for your birthday and for your eyes only and I actually forgot that I even took them until now. Second, Jack, I have an Only Fans. Did you not put two and two together?! NOW PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHAT I LOOK LIKE AND MAKE THE CONNECTION! I hardly show my face on there, but I have some videos where I do!”

“I….”

“I could lose my job over this! And that’s exactly what I was afraid of! Even if it was a few years ago, they aren’t going to see it that way.”

“Wait, your Only Fans is still active!?” Jack asked curiously, but all you did was roll your eyes.

“Is that really all you got out of that?! Yes, it’s still active! Any time if I was in a bind or needed money, I would upload videos to get paid for it!”

“Why, when you could’ve asked me?! You need to deactivate it and how was I supposed to know you still had it?! All I was trying to do was something nice for you. I swear that I can never win with you!”

“I’m not deactivating anything because that would literally be how me and Ace would eat some days when you were nowhere to be found.”

“Well, I’m here now! You don’t have to worry about that anymore! Anything you want or need, I’ll get it!”

“Every time I need something, I’m not going to run to you and ask for it. We’re not in a relationship anymore or did you forget?”

“I… well what if I want us to be?!”

This had you taken aback and you simply looked at him in disbelief as you shook your head.

“Jack…..”

“Please Y/N, just give me another chance. I’ll delete the post and make this right and I’m sorry for doing that without clearing it with you first. I compromised your safety and you know that was never my intention.”

“It is literally only a matter of time before someone finds my account.” You muttered without giving Jack an answer.

“I can delete it.”

“But not before almost a million people liked it. The damage is done so it doesn’t even matter at this point.”

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kurogane2512 · 4 months

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Hi, Hello, How are you, I hope you are doing great.

Can I request a oneshot for Lisa? Set during Dodoco's Bombtastic Adventure..

I wanted more interaction time with Lisa but.. you know hoyo.. So I've been wanting to ask this for quite some time..

It can be anything your wish fluff/smu

If it's f, u can add some interactions with klee..

But if it's s, it can just be y/n & Lisa.. uk

Anyways.. If you can't that's alright, I already enjoy your other works and I'm sure the other requests which you plan on doing will also be great.

Thank you :)

I relate so much anon, you already know how disappointed I feel almost every time with events regarding my faves cause they are almost never done justice. Lisa's Sumeru outfit event was also really lackluster and just felt like something they wanted to get out of the way, she has so much character potential but it feels they abandoned all initial plots established with her and just keep her for fanservice.

This Klee event was unexpected and I actually somehow had hopes that maybe this would be better but I thought too soon.... sigh, anyways I very much wanted to write this too and you know I love combining smut and fluff most so here it is~

18+ CONTENT

Game: Genshin Impact

Characters: Lisa x fem! reader (Traveler)

Type: Smut and Fluff (oral sex, slightly dom reader, Lisa on receiving end)

Weary from your travels, you decided to make a stop at Mondstadt and relax a little by meeting your old friends and spending time with them. Mondstadt always felt like home to you as it was the first nation you came to, and the people treated you like their own family that you could never forget them. You went to the KoF HQ and decided to spend some time in the library by reading a book and chatting with the librarian.

"Okay, I'll look for big sister Y/n now!" a familiar child's voice filled your ears as soon as you entered the library.

"Oh! Big sister Y/n!! You already came! Klee was just thinking about you!" Klee ran up to you and playfully hugged you, you smiled at her and patted her head then Lisa also came up to you and smiled.

"What happened? Do you need some help?" you asked both of them and Lisa simply chuckled before telling you about an ongoing problem with Mondstadt's Cider Lake due to which Klee had to be confined in the city for some time and Lisa was made to take care of her.

"So.... do you have something in mind, Lisa?"

"My, of course. I already prepared it as well. Come along~"

You and Klee followed Lisa outside the HQ and found yourself in front of a board game that Lisa had developed for Klee.

"Please enjoy yourselves! It's not every day that you get to play games with Klee, surrounded by the scent of flowers on the breeze, with delicious food delivered right to you~"

"You won't play, Lisa?"

"Hehe, won't it be a little unfair if the game's creator joined in? Besides, I still have my librarian duties to take care of~"

"I see.... I would have liked for you to join in." you looked down with a disappointed expression, a soft chuckle leaving Lisa's mouth at your reaction.

"You should have thought of that when we met in Sumeru, cutie~"

Your eyes widened in shock realizing her implication but Lisa didn't bother elaborating and bid farewell to you two. You weren't sure if she really meant what you were thinking. You spent a few hours playing with Klee then decided to check up on Lisa since Klee was well used to the game and could play by herself. You told her you'll be back soon then went to the library again, only to find Lisa wasn't at her table.

"I'm downstairs. If you require assistance then please wait a moment." Lisa's voice beamed from the ground floor and you quickly walked downstairs and found her in front of a shelf, arranging some books.

"Ah, how may I hel— Oh, it's you, cutie." Lisa turned around and was a little surprised to see you. She gave a small smile then picked up the other books and leisurely walked to another shelf to arrange it.

"How's it going with Klee? Did you face some issues with the game?"

"No, everything is fine. It's really fun to play, she's enjoying a lot."

"Aww, that's good to hear. It's thanks to Klee that we were able to detect the problem in Cider Lake so early, she deserves this reward~"

"Y-Yeah...." you trailed off and wondered what to speak, Lisa wasn't acting her usual self around you. By now, she would have already asked you about your wellbeing and stories from your journey but she was strangely avoiding you.

"Did you have something to discuss, cutie? I don't think it's a good idea to leave Klee all alone out there."

"I....I just wanted to talk with you, Lisa. How have you been?"

"My, I'm the same old me. Not much time has passed since we met in Sumeru, remember? Or perhaps you were too occupied back then to remember I was there, hehe~"

You were surprised once again but now your suspicions were confirmed. She was upset about how you didn't accompany her when she came to Sumeru for a vacation, despite inviting you so dearly.

"Lisa, I....I'm sorry about back then. I was just—"

"Too busy being the hero of another nation? I know, you don't have to worry about it, cutie. I'm happy to see you doing such marvelous deeds everywhere you go, you don't have time for a mere librarian like me~"

She wasn't looking at you at all as she spoke and continued arranging the books. Her tone was dull and not cheery like always. She was trying so hard to show she didn't care but you knew she was upset. You regretted not accepting her invitation so much, you desperately tried to make time but some work always came and you didn't realize when a week already passed and she was ready to leave.

You hated making Lisa upset, she was the one person you never wanted to do this to. You walked up to her and suddenly hugged her from behind, catching her by surprise as a book fell from her hand from the force of the hug. You buried your face in her shoulder and tightly wrapped your arms around her waist, she squinted her eyes and stayed still.

"....You are wrong, I don't think that way at all. I really tried to make time, I really wanted to be with you but it was so hard. I know you don't want to listen to any excuses but.... please know I wasn't ignoring you or finding you worthless. You mean a lot to me, Lisa- so much more than you can imagine. Please, don't hate me."

Lisa silently listened to you then let out a sigh and turned around to face you, gently cupping your face and gazing at you with a small smile.

"....I can never hate you, cutie. You are too precious for me to hate you for something like that. I was just.... slightly upset that we didn't get to spend time together despite being in the same place. I wasn't expecting to run into you at Sumeru, but I was so happy that I did that perhaps I got carried away with my expectations."

You smiled back then leaned in and snuggled into her neck to embrace her, she wrapped her arms around you and lovingly stroked your head.

"Oh, that reminds me. What did you come here for initially? I'm so sorry that I made you accompany Klee as soon as you came, cutie."

"Oh, it's okay. I only came to meet everyone, especially you. I'll be going to Fontaine next so I just wanted to make a stop back here first."

Lisa smiled and kissed your forehead, "Hehe, that means you'll be here for some days, right?~"

You nodded, "Yes. I hope to learn more from you, Lisa-sensei~"

You chuckled together before leaning back then grabbing her wrist, "Come play with us now, Lisa."

"I told you I have to—"

"Ugh, nothing will happen if you close the library for a day! Come now, I want to be with you!"

You practically dragged her out and Lisa only chuckled as she let herself be pulled by you. She locked the library and both of you went back to find Klee seated on the bench eating some snacks that had been delivered earlier, she beamed a smile looking at you two and jumped in excitement as you three played together. Some days later, one of the knights came to inform Lisa that the crisis at Cider Lake had been resolved and that Klee could resume her playtime there.

"Well, Klee can continue her little adventures. I hope you two enjoyed this little game~" Lisa informed you about the crisis being resolved and was happy to hear how much Klee enjoyed the game.

"Oh, and I have also bought some gifts for you cuties!~" Lisa exclaimed and Klee became excited then held your arm.

"Me too! Klee also has a gift for big sister! Can Klee go first please!!?"

Lisa nodded happily then Klee took out a Dodoco toy from her backpack and handed it to you. You hugged Klee and thanked her for the lovely gift then next was Lisa's turn and she took out a cutely illustrated storybook about 'Dodoco's Bomb-Tastic Adventures'.

"The little cutie returned to Mondstadt and joined Klee on an adventure with Dodoco! Together they defeated the bad Spikey Fish Warriors and then enjoyed an afternoon tea.... A most fitting way to end Dodoco's Bomb-Tastic Adventure. I left a space for illustrations but I thought of a better idea- how about taking a picture together?"

Lisa suggested and Klee was already jumping in excitement and you had no reason to deny either. She set up the Kamera while you and Klee took your positions then waited for the photo to click.

"Lisa, you also come. You are the creator of this game and story, it's incomplete without you." you pleaded to Lisa who was a little shocked at your request, she tried to deny saying she didn't do much and that you and Klee were more important but you weren't liking it.

"Yes, big sister Y/n is right! Big sister Lisa, you should come too!" Klee also joined in your request and Lisa finally gave in.

"Fine fine, let me take one photo of you two then I'll join for the next one~"

You posed with Klee as the photo clicked then Lisa quickly walked up and stood beside you, she wrapped her arms around your neck and held you close before sneakily kissing your cheek right at the moment the second photo clicked. Everything happened so quickly that you barely registered her action, she moved away before you could react and proceeded to wrap up the game but you didn't miss the little wink she gave you as she went....

Later at night, you came to the library to help Lisa pack up and escort her home. But truthfully, you were hoping for something else to happen. You found Lisa standing in front of a shelf in the faraway corner and silently tiptoed behind her then embraced her, catching her off guard but she was aware of your presence as soon as you had come in.

"Aww, can't stay away from me, cutie?~"

"Mmm, I missed you~"

You mumbled against her skin before planting a kiss on her shoulder, shivers running down her spine at your action.

"Hehe, wait a little more, cutie. I'm almost done with these~"

"Hmm... no, I want you now~"

You kissed behind her ear which made her arch into you with a soft moan, "Mhm, how needy. Where was this side of you in Sumeru, hm?~"

"You have no idea how much I wanted you back then as well, especially since you wore that outfit. You looked so beautiful...."

Lisa chuckled as you planted more kisses on her neck and shoulder before suddenly turning her around and pinning her on the shelf. She gasped as you held up her leg and pressed your body against her then dived in to kiss and suck on her neck. She moaned and wrapped her arms around you as she arched up, giving you more access to her neck for you to mark.

"Mhm, c-cutie.... Hnng~ You want to do it here?~"

"Anywhere, I don't care. I just want you, Lisa~"

Lisa chuckled and laced her fingers in your hair and guided you to kiss her neck more, she moved her dress down with her other hand and freed her breasts which you wasted no time to cup. Soft sighs left Lisa's mouth as you kneaded her breasts before moving down to suck her hard nipples, simultaneously pinching the other one. She held you close as you sucked like a baby then suddenly carried her over to a nearby table and laid her on it while kneeling in front of her.

"I want to make up for what happened in Sumeru. Will you let me, Lisa?"

Lisa chuckled, "You just want to make up for that, cutie?~"

"No.... I want to do this because I love you. I want to please you and make you happy."

Lisa's heart skipped a beat at your unexpected confession but she couldn't be happier. She pulled you up by your collar and connected your lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue hungrily dancing with your own. You then kneeled once again and slipped off her panties then rested her legs on your shoulders and dived in to ear her out. She leaned back on the table as her body arched, low moans and whines resounded in the library as your tongue swiped her folds and lips sucked on her clit.

"Mhm, cutie...Aaahn~ Y-Yes, right there.....oh, you are doing so good!~"

Her fingers gripped your hair messily and she grinded into your mouth, her hips rutting forward as you plunged your tongue inside her and scissored her walls. Angelic whimpers left her mouth, your thumb playing with her clit as you sucked on her hot and wet folds and she came with a loud breathy moan. You sucked every drop of her juices and cleaned her before you stood up to face her, her cum still coating your lips.

She smirked and wiped her cum off your lips then stepped down and pushed you across to another table, pinning you down this time. She gazed at you with a lustful glaze in her eyes, a pool of arousal already dripping down your thighs as you anticipated the events of the remaining night.

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im-so-tired-sorry · 1 year

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Kiribaku x gn!reader headcanons <3

A/N: my first time writing like this so bare with me lmao. these boys are always in my head. Part 1 since i realized while writing this was already long enough.

CW: mainly platonic, slight flirting

Genre: fluff

Word count: 0.8k

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while still attending ua (and still friends), you, kirishima and bakugo would always be hanging out together: in class, training at the gym, studying, or even chilling in each others dorms (sometimes even after curfew)

you would hang out in each others rooms, watching movies, reading books/manga, doing skin care, etc. sometime you would even invite the rest of the bakusquad over.

if two of you were planning on hanging out, you would plan to invite the third.

the boys would become a tad upset if you already had plans with your other friends/ classmates, but they wouldn’t say anything. they would still hangout and try to bring back a souvenir— whether it’s food or a gift shop item or even a small plush—for you once you come back to the dorms so you can hangout again and talk about your day.

it’s almost as if you three being separated for a long time was draining; you would all at least have to be in the same room to recharge and relax.

study sessions where bakugo would start to become less strict on you and kiri once you start pulling better grades, but still call you out for slacking off.

study sessions where bakugo bets that if you and eijirou made an equal or better grade than him on the next test, he would take you both out for dinner.

you and eijirou making dinner plans while katsuki is trying to figure out how you both passed his grade by a couple of percentage numbers. “you cheated didn’t you?” “we swear we didn’t!!”

there are two specific types of inside jokes between you three; if it happened in public, you can tease each other about it and explain the context if someone asked. then there are the ones you keep to yourselves, the ones that originated from private moments. those are the ones where, if mentioned, not even bakugo can help but break a smile reimagining the moment.

katsuki, who will stay after everyone else has left and help you with your training if you’re having trouble with a specific move. you tell him that “it’s ok” not wanting to waste his time, but he’ll just grumble. “how do you expect to be a good hero if you won’t even put in the effort?”

eijirou, who will never let you eat alone. no matter how late it is, if he finds you having a late dinner, he’ll join you with his own snack.

katsuki, who will maybe let you lean on his shoulder to catch up on sleep after staying up late to study and train.

eijirou who will carry you to the infirmary as soon as you catch a really bad cold, and katsuki who will blame it on you overworking yourself. either way, if they’re not in class or training, they are staying by your bedside ‘till you get better.

the three of you, along with other classmates, celebrate together when you pass your exams

the three of you, along with friends and family, grab dinner after the graduation ceremony

the three of you become a little distant once you start working at a different hero agency while kiri and baku get to work together. a couple of months go by and there’s silence between the pod. being a hero is busy work after all, especially when your trying to be some of the best.

you still try to make time for each other, trying to align every day off you have to see each other.

you would buy every magazine that had either of the boys on the cover and send it in the group chat. “wouldn’t mind being saved by this hunk😍” “💪💪😘” “You guys are gross.”

at one point, the three of you just start going straight over to each other’s houses after patrol shifts, eating dinner together, and if it’s too late, it turns into a last minute sleepover.

katsuki, who give you old clothes of his to let you sleep in.

katsuki, who will add your hero costume to the laundry pile and wake up early in the morning so your suit is clean and dry before you wake up and have to go.

eijirou, who will let you choose anything in his wardrobe to change into once it’s decided you’re staying the night.

eijirou, who, though can’t usually cook well, will make a solid breakfast for you before you have to clock back into work.

when they shoot you a text saying they’re coming over, you prep the house and take out their clothes and toothbrushes that they’ve “accidentally” left at your house so they can easily change and settle in once they arrive.

if you all have the day off tomorrow, it’s automatically a movie night and you each pick a movie to watch

cut to you all cuddling on top of each other, dead asleep while the credits roll.

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ohgodnotagainn · 10 months

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closing time

summary → another night closing the shop at top brews

warnings → swearing, probably some typos in there, coffee shop au, everyone is like 28ish in this

length → 1.1K (a short lil guy)

pairing → robert "bob" floyd x fem reader

a/n → before you ask, yes, i did change the name of the coffee shop from "daily brews" to "top brews." nobody question me, i like this name better moving forward in this universe. i've had a hard time writing recently but i'm excited to dig down and get back into this ever expanding coffee shop au. i love, adore, and appreciate feedback, but as always, be nice or be gone. if you would like to be added or removed from the taglist let me know.

this takes place in the same universe as my other fic "girl in a coffee shop". i recommend reading that first, but it isn't necessary to understand this one.

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Closing time, open all the doors and let you out into the world. You heard the opening lyrics begin to fill the space as you took notice of the time - 5:57. It was a nightly tradition at Top Brews for Closing Time to carry over the speakers, acting as a little nudge to the last few stragglers.

As you slowly packed up your laptop case, you got a kick out of watching Rooster plead with old Ms. Johnson in a losing battle to get her out the door. Finally, he got her to agree to leave, but not without promising that they’d chat about her cats the following day. Offering his elbow, he helped her up and escorted her to the door - waving her off with a bright smile before locking the door.

When he turned back around his eyes found yours, “Well, well, well,” he began, clicking his tongue at you, “What do we have here? Don’t you know what time it is?”

Just as you were about to respond, Bob came walking out of the backroom lugging a bin of ice in each hand, “Leave her alone, Rooster.”

“Oh, c’mon, man! Bean knows I’m just messing around,” Rooster gestured to you, “Tell him!”

Your heart lit up at the nickname. The last six months had been a whirlwind and you finally felt like you had earned your place in the squad when you got your own silly name to match the rest of them. It was Bob who initially called you Bean, often reminiscing on the day you two finally owned up to your growing feelings and the trail of coffee beans that lead you there. It wasn’t long before the rest of the team adopted the name and you had the growing suspicion that Fanboy had forgotten your legal name, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

With a laugh, you stood up and linked your arm through Rooster’s, “No need to worry this time Robby, Tweedle Dum here was only joking.” This time Bob did let out a laugh, shaking his head and beginning to dump the ice into the cooler, “Alright, alright, let’s close this son of a bitch down so we can go home.”

A satisfied grin now sat on your face, only growing wider when you saw the deep frown etching it’s way onto Rooster’s. You unlinked your arms and slapped him on the shoulder, “Oof, better luck next time! I’ll go get the mop while you get started on sweeping - I’ll help you with the lobby since I’m feeling extra nice tonight.”

As you were walking towards the backroom, you could hear Rooster grumbling, “Oh, sure, I see how it is. I can’t bully Bean but Bean can bully me?” You were tempted to turn around and continue poking the bear, but you thought better of it - the more time you wasted now, the less time you’d have later with Bob. So, you just giggled to yourself and kept on walking.

You were watching the water filling the mop bin when suddenly you were hit with all the forgotten things you still had to get done tonight. The smile that was on your face dropped off with the realization that you probably wouldn’t have time to stop by Bob’s house as you had originally planned - your to-do list filling up just as fast as the mop bin. You gripped the mop handle a little tighter with a scowl on your face.

Coming back from filling up the cooler, Bob quietly set the ice bins on top of the machine and took in your tense disposition for a moment before softly asking, “What did that mop ever do to you?” Your eyes met his, the stress slipping from your frame and your vice grip easing up. With a straight face and a blunt tone, you quipped back, “It killed my father.”

The sound of Bob laughing filled the kitchen as he set the mop aside and wrapped you in his arms, letting his chin rest on your head, “God, I love you, Bean.” It was silent between you two for a moment before he continued, “Now do you want to tell me what’s really going on? I helped your dad fix his truck this morning so I’m pretty sure this mop is innocent,” he prodded.

His heart was thrumming against your ear, reminding you that you wouldn’t be falling asleep on his chest to the same sound later that evening. Your heart sank lower as you answered quietly, “I forgot I have a bunch of laundry and other chores I need to do tonight,” with a sigh you continued, “I think I’m going to have to raincheck coming over tonight.”

Bob was silent again, his eyes fixed on the handwashing signage behind your head.

“Move in with me.”

His head didn’t move from it’s spot on yours - the nonchalance of it all catching you off guard.

You pulled back to look him in the eyes, desperate to know if he was being serious or not, “What?”

“Move in with me. Move in with me so that we don’t have to waste anymore nights doing laundry alone when we could’ve been doing it together,” he said, tucking the loose strands of hair behind your ears and running his thumbs along your cheekbones.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Yeah?” he asked, his own smile growing rapidly.

“I’d love to, if you’re absolutely sure, I’d love to,” you responded, feeling more sure about the decision with every passing second.

“I’m absolutely, 100%, sure,” he continued, “In this life, I would really like doing laundry and taxes with you.” You felt butterflies swarm as you responded through a fuzzybrain, “You need to stop watching Everything Everywhere All at Once so much.“

“Not a chance,” he said, before closing the gap between you and letting his lips melt into yours.

“Bean are you going to help me with the lobby or wha- woah there! Talk about something the health inspector wouldn’t appreciate,” Rooster said as he dramatically threw his hands over his eyes and walked backwards out of the kitchen.

“I guess we better get back out there, huh?” Bob said.

“I guess we better, Mr. Boss Man,” you winked at him, “We’ll talk more about the details later - but I’m really looking forward to doing laundry and taxes with you too.” Without another word, you grabbed the mop bucket and began wheeling it out of the kitchen.

As Bob began counting down the till he couldn’t help but watch as you used the mop handle as a microphone to serenade Rooster - he didn’t even care when he lost his count. Starting from the pennies yet again, he sang under his breath, “I know who I want to take me home.”

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metallicaislife · 5 months

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Cliff Burton Headcanons

A/N: bear with me, I tried to stay true to who he is as person, however I am a delusional 25 year old woman who is hopelessly in love with him 🫡

Requested by: Anon

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

SFW Headcanons

He was quiet the first few times you met

You thought he hated you because he wouldn’t talk to you other than a few words here and there

He was really just picking up on your vibes, he is a good judge of character and wants to surround himself with good natured people

When he deemed you a genuine good egg he started opening up and you were starting to see his true personality

Which was such a treat, getting to see him just be himself in the purest sense

The two of you would become really good friends

You would hardly realize the transition from friends to more it was all just really natural

Like you two hung out a lot, then one day he asked you to hang out and it was just different, but not in a bad way

He took you out to eat at an all day breakfast diner

The music shop and let you pick out a couple cassettes and batted your hands away when you tried to pay for them

When you got back into his car, you were stewing on the thought and finally blurted out

“Is this a date?”

“Yeah.”

Homie was so nonchalant about it, but honestly you wouldn’t of wanted it any other way

After that the two of you were going steady

He isn’t overly affectionate in front of others, like they know you’re a couple but he isn’t all over you

He’ll hold your hand or have an arm slung around your shoulder or his hand on the small of your back

If the two of you are sitting down he’ll play with your hands, and he lets you do the same

In private though, he’s like a blanket

His 6’2 frame constantly draped over you

He likes to hold you too, but he is putty in your embrace

Like you’re laying on the couch and he is laying in between your legs with his head on your chest and you’re playing with his hair- he would live in this position if he could

Getting stoned constantly and just listening to music and cuddling

The way he looks at you…. Makes you melt every time, his eyes and facial expressions always hold such sincerity and adoration

“Stop looking at me like that, i’m going to combust”

“Like what?” he’ll ask with a slightly wicked grin on his face… homie knows exactly what he’s doing

As previously mentioned in another post, you don’t really know what you do that flusters him, but every once in a while you get a glimpse of it and it is the most precious thing ever!!!!!

Usually he is stone faced, but every once in a while that slips and he gets the goofiest grin, and his ears will turn red!!!! He tries to hide them behind his hair but whenever you catch a glimpse it's just the cutest thing ever

He can be romantic, but he’s just like not- for example, the two of you were just sitting on his bed chilling out when he realized he loved you, and rather than making some sweet gesture and telling you, as soon as the thought came to his head he just blurted it out

You were like

“Heh?”

“I love you” He shrugs like it’s just an obvious thing “you don’t have to say it back if you don’t feel that way yet. Just tell me when you do.” 🥹🥹

You’d have thought you told him he won the lottery when you said it back to him, that was one of the times you made his heart beat really hard

He puts his rings on you and they are loose but you wear ‘em around anyway until he buys you a skull ring in your size

I could go on forever he is just so precious 😭😭💚

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

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puffballthesheep · 6 months

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LOVE ME BACK — PIECK FINGER.

vamptober — slight edging ; find masterlist here

synopsis. In the hidden depths of Attack on Junior High, a captivating character named Peick appears, emanating a captivating vampire-like presence. The reader finds solace with her comrades Zeke, Reiner, Porco, and Annie, longing for a sense of belonging. Filled with seething rage, Peick sets out on a mission to unleash her fury upon the one who rejected her love.

length. 5.2k words (I attempted to make ts short)

contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, vampire peick! high school au (reader is a senior student), age gaps (100+ difference), vampire, manipulative peick, blood, gore, dead bodies, hurtful words, heavy make out session, slight edging, slight smut, names (love, dear, sweet & ect.)

Notes. this took so mfkn long to write bc first I can’t make anything short, nor can I function w/o it being long, but anywho whoever requested this, wassup dude, I been doing good n I hope u are too, but now we finna get into it but If I were you I'd lock my doors before reading this 🤸🏾

Eighteen-year-old (name) had experienced a great loss at a young age when her mother passed away, yet she had been blessed with an incredible relationship with her father who had raised her alone since then. Growing up in the peaceful suburbs, the two of them had grown incredibly close over the years, having an almost psychic connection - they would always know what the other was thinking and even feel when the other was near.

One morning, (name) came downstairs to have breakfast with her dad, and with a smile she said cheerfully, "Good morning, dad! Thanks for breakfast this morning." As she started to eat, her dad asked her how she had slept. She took a sip of her orange juice before answering, her eyes twinkling with joy as she said, "Pretty good actually, no nightmares or anything," and she shrugged as she set down her cup, before taking another bite of her food. "That's good to hear," her dad said warmly, his face beaming with love.

The two of them chatted as (name) enjoyed her breakfast of pancakes, eggs, and sausage, the aroma of the food filling the air of the quaint kitchen. Suddenly, her dad said he had a meeting later and he'd be home late, so not to wait up for him. (Name) nodded and looked up at the clock on the stove, realizing it was almost time for her to leave for school. She stood from the table, put up the leftover food into the refrigerator, and grabbed her backpack. "Bye Dad, I love you," she exclaimed, her voice filled with warmth. Her father smiled and waved as he was putting away his dishes and getting ready for work. "Love you too, have a good day at school," he said with a kind smile, his eyes twinkling with emotion and pride.

As the final bell reverberated through the halls of Attack on Titan Junior High, signaling the end of yet another mundane day, (name) found herself enveloped by her group of friends during passing period. "Well, well, if it isn't (name). It's been ages since I've laid eyes on you," Reiner, with a beaming smile, pulled her into a tight embrace, his arm naturally draping over her shoulders. Looking up at him, (name) playfully squirmed out of his grip, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Maybe because I get to class, unlike some of you," she retorted, her voice laced with a touch of sarcasm.

Not one to back down, Porco quickly stepped forward, his emotions getting the best of him. "But hey, at least some of us manage to make it to class and get our work done," Porco fired back, his words dripping with a ruthless edge. (Name) let out a soft sigh, fully aware of Porco's tendency to wear his heart on his sleeve. "Ah, Porco, always ready with a comeback," she replied, raising an eyebrow in a knowing manner. The mention of Porco's impending Saturday school attendance struck a chord, and (name) couldn't help but smirk as Reiner let out a hearty laugh, his firm grip on Porco preventing him from lunging at her in frustration, as he often did whenever she struck a nerve.

Leaning against the wall with a casual air, Zeke joined the conversation, his voice calm and composed. "You know, (name) has the best grades among all of us. I'm genuinely proud of you," he remarked, his admiration shining through. (Name) scoffed, readying herself to make her exit. "Eugh Zeke! Can't you stop sounding like someone's overprotective father? It's just plain creepy, especially when you already look like you're in your forties in the twelfth grade."

Just as (name) was about to leave, her path was unexpectedly halted by Bertolt, who gently placed a hand on her shoulder. Curiosity flickered in (name)'s eyes as she turned back to face him, her tone guarded. "Whatchu want?" she inquired, her voice tinged with caution. Bertolt handed her a stack of photographs, captured through his camera lens. Being the resident photographer, (name) possessed the unique skill of working in the darkroom, a talent unknown to her friends. "Could you possibly take these to the darkroom and meet me there after I find Annie?" Bertolt requested, his eyes filled with hope. Glancing at her phone to check the time, (name) nodded and then proceeded to walk away, leaving Bertolt to his search. "Sure thing. Enjoy your quest, but I can inform you that Annie hasn't graced us with her presence in days."

Reiner and Porco watched (name) depart, the latter still holding back a torrent of insults, assuming that she was too intimidated to confront them again. "She's always slipping away," Reiner murmured, a hint of sadness echoing in his voice. Porco, unable to contain his frustration, unleashed a string of profanities. Suddenly, the authoritative voice of Assistant Principal Levi cut through the air, causing the trio to turn their attention towards him. With a stern expression, Levi addressed Zeke directly. "Zeke, report to the principal's office immediately." Reiner and Porco exchanged glances, astounded by Zeke's audacity to smoke a cigarette in plain view of everyone. "What a delightful evening we're having, isn't it, Mr. Ackerman?" Zeke remarked, his words dripping with disdain. Zeke nonchalantly dropped the cigar and extinguished it with his foot, begrudgingly following Levi's lead. "Tch, shut it, you piece of shit," Levi retorted coldly, the tension between them palpable.

Unbeknownst to her, as she weaved through the bustling school hallways, a cacophony of noise enveloped her senses. The crowded corridors echoed with the hurried footsteps and animated conversations of students. Amidst the chaos, an eerie atmosphere hung in the air, gripping her with an unsettling feeling of being watched.

Glancing around, she found everyone engrossed in their own affairs, oblivious to the hidden observer. However, her gaze inexplicably landed upon Pieck, a former member of her friend group who had become a subject of her disdain. Pieck stood alone, seemingly detached from the bustling crowd, and she knew better than to trifle with her.

Pieck's appearance had changed subtly over time. Her once-tanned complexion and deep brown, sometimes gray eyes had transformed, giving way to a hint of red. It was a drastic alteration that intrigued her, though she concealed her fascination beneath a veil of hostility, conforming to the unkind treatment perpetuated by her friends.

As she passed by Pieck, their eyes met, and the chilling effect of Pieck's gaze sent shivers down her spine. Pieck always seemed to gravitate toward the shadowy corners, exuding an aura reminiscent of a vampire's allure. Yet, she dismissed such notions, knowing better than to believe in mythical tales.

Despite the bullying that she subjected Pieck to, she met her actions with an unwavering sweet smile, leaving her perplexed and questioning her own motives.

Determined to avoid further interaction, she rolled her eyes in defiance and briskly turned the corner, attributing her unease to the unsettling encounters of the day. With a sigh of relief, she pushed open the heavy door to the darkroom, immersing herself in its mysterious embrace.

As the door closed behind her with a resounding thud, the room enveloped her in darkness. Gradually, her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit space, revealing an enchanting sight. Pulsating red lights bathed the room, casting an ethereal glow that danced upon every surface. A chill, inexplicable yet tantalizing, crept down her spine, captivating her senses in an instant.

In the dimly lit dark room, she set the photos down on the table, soon feeling chills run down her spine. As she turned around, her heart nearly leaped out of her chest, and she let out a loud scream. There stood Pieck, a girl she just saw in the hallway, yet her vampire-like appearance commanded attention. Pieck's hinted red eyes, dark brown and almost black under the blood-red lights, seemed to possess an irresistible power, drawing her in.

Suddenly, she was snapped out of the trance by Pieck's voice. "Good afternoon, (name)..." Her soft, delicate, tired voice sent a wave of excitement through her. She couldn't help but admire Pieck's beautiful, disheveled hair, lazy eyes that complemented her Greek nose, and full lips that begged to be kissed. Despite the pressure to dislike Pieck, driven by the disapproval of friends, she secretly felt an unexplainable attraction towards her.

Pieck's gaze seemed to search for something deep within her, as if she hadn't entered the dark room without making a sound. She finally gathered the courage to speak. "Pieck... how did you get in here so quietly?" She began to walk past Pieck, her backpack hanging from her right shoulder.

Pieck watched her intently, carefully observing every movement. Her cold, icy hands sent a shiver down her spine, further fueling her 'dislike' towards her. "Uh, can I help you?" She prepared to break free from Pieck's grip, but suddenly found herself pushed against the wall, with Pieck's finger pointing directly at her, holding her wrists above her head.

As she stared into Pieck's eyes, the room's atmosphere turned chillingly cold and the light of the red lights reflecting off Pieck's eyes. Trembling under her touch, she was astonished by this sudden change in Pieck's demeanor, as she was usually gentle and polite. It infuriated her to admit her feelings for Pieck, especially after speaking negatively about her. Unbeknownst to her, Pieck was more than just a human; she possessed an uncanny ability to read people.

Despite her attempts to break free, Pieck's grip remained unyielding. Pieck's small frame overpowering her seemed inexplicable, reinforcing the perception that she was peculiar. "Let me go!" Even with a tight grip, Pieck's movements were slow and delicate, while her eyes seemed to hypnotize her.

Pieck spoke softly once again, her voice carrying a hint of sadness. "How can I, when you know just how much I love you, (name). Why do you ignore me?" Her free hand traveled from her shirt to her hair, twirling a lock around her finger. Pieck listened to her heartbeat, every move she made on her accompanied by the red dim light that accentuated her every motion, revealing a glimpse of her razor-sharp fangs.

Pieck's words quickened her heartbeat, as they shared the same feelings but couldn't express them. "Pieck, why are you doing this...?" She asked, struggling to free her hands from Pieck's grip. "Listen to me, (name). Tell me how you truly feel... no more lies."

Pieck knew there was something about her that she held dear, but she refused to grant her desires. After numerous attempts to escape, she kneed Pieck in the stomach and forcefully pushed her away. The impact was hard enough to cause Pieck to spit up blood, and she slowly lifted herself up with the support of the file cabinet next to her.

Turning back, she picked up her backpack and uttered hurtful words, "Wanna know how I really feel about you? Nothing but a disgusting disgrace. Loving me? Oh please, move on because who would ever love you?" Pieck's heart sank upon hearing her cruel words, reaching out her hand, ready to say something. "Don't leave me alone, (name)..." Her voice filled with sorrow, as she had nobody left in her life, with her mother gone and her father gone as well.

She opened the door to the dark room, preparing to step into the brightly lit hallway, making Pieck flinch. But before leaving, she turned back, saying, "You know... no wonder why people despise you. I'm certain you were the catalyst behind your father's tragic demise... you're nothing more than a repugnant disgrace and an insufferable burden. It's no surprise you find yourself utterly alone." She closed the door behind, leaving Pieck in there alone.

Pieck took her hand out of reach and wiped the blood from her mouth, knowing (name) had made a big mistake. This was the last chance Pieck gave her.

Just like that, she left Pieck in the dark, red room, unaware of how far Pieck would go to hear the words she desired. As she turned to her left, she saw Bertolt standing before her, wearing a puzzled expression. "What happened?"

At the eerie hour of 6:30 in the evening, (name) returned home from school, a lingering sense of unease enveloping her. The house, usually filled with the comforting presence of her father, was now shrouded in an unsettling silence.

With a heavy heart and a hint of trepidation, (name) settled herself at the kitchen table, desperately attempting to immerse herself in her homework. But then, out of nowhere, a searing pain pierced her delicate neck, causing her to wince in agony. The pain subsided momentarily, leaving her bewildered and unnerved. Determined to dismiss this inexplicable occurrence, she carried on with her work.

However, the pain returned with a vengeance, intensifying with each passing moment. "Ow! The fuck is this pain coming from?" she cried out, seeking solace in the freezer's icy grasp. Placing an ice pack on her throbbing neck, the pain gradually dissipated. Puzzled yet resolute, she pondered the enigma that had befallen her.

As the clock mercilessly ticked towards 8 o'clock, her father's absence weighed heavily on her mind. Homework completed, she ventured into the living room, hoping to wait a little longer for her father's return.

Engulfed by the flickering light of the television, hunger began to gnaw at her insides. With a resigned sigh, she reached for her phone, intending to order pizza from a nearby establishment.

"Hello, I would like to place an order," she spoke into the phone, her voice trembling ever so slightly. After conveying her desires, she set the phone aside, letting the monotony of the television lull her into a state of drowsiness. Unbeknownst to her, sleep gradually entwined its insidious tendrils around her weary frame, veiling her consciousness in a nocturnal embrace.

Suddenly, she was transported back to memories of her childhood, back in the house where her late mother once resided. Sitting at the kitchen table, she cast her gaze towards the stove, where an ethereal figure stood with its back turned, preparing a morning feast. Approaching the table, the figure placed a plate of eggs before her, whispering a chilling warning into her ear: "Don't open the door."

Abruptly, her surroundings shifted once more, this time to the side of a bustling highway. Amidst the cacophony of vehicles, a distant figure beckoned, its voice rendered incoherent by the clamor. Straining her senses, (name) discerned her father's voice, urgently imploring her: "Don't open the door!"

Startled, she jolted awake, her mind racing to comprehend her surroundings. The couch, her only companion in the dimly lit room, offered no solace. "what a weird dream. It felt so real," she mused aloud, its vividness leaving an indelible mark upon her psyche. Yet, her respite was short-lived, as the doorbell abruptly shattered the silence.

*Ding dong.*

Her body, guided by a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, propelled her towards the door. However, as she passed the window, she recoiled in terror. Darkness had descended upon the world outside, a foreboding sign that time had slipped away unnoticed. Doubt plaguing her thoughts, she retrieved her phone, only to discover that the clock now displayed the witching hour: 3 AM. Her heart pounding, she turned back to face the enigmatic intruder lurking beyond the threshold.

"Dad! Are you home?" she called out, her voice trembling with a mixture of desperation and fear. But the doorbell persisted, its relentless chimes growing more frenzied with each passing second.

*Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.*

It struck her then - something was dreadfully amiss. A chill crept up her spine as the memory of her dream resurfaced, her father's caution echoing in her mind.

"Don't open the door!"

With trembling hands, she refrained from unlocking the door, instead choosing to seek confirmation from her father through the peephole. There he stood, unflinching, his eyes fixated on her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. This inexplicable stillness, coupled with the incessant ringing of the doorbell, struck terror into her very core.

*Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.*

"Dad! Is someone with you? answer me! I refuse to open the door until you respond!" she pleaded, her voice teetering on the edge of hysteria.

*Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong.*

Overwhelmed by panic, (name) collapsed, as she pressed herself against the door, desperately avoiding any action that would invite further dread. She couldn't explain it, but an overwhelming sense of terror gripped her, eventually lulling her into an exhausted slumber beside the door, the relentless toll of the doorbell serving as a haunting lullaby.

As the morning sun bathed the world in its gentle glow, (name) stirred from her restless sleep. Recollections of the previous night flooded her mind, urging her to action. She cautiously rose to her feet, distancing herself from the door that had become a harbinger of nightmares. Glancing out the window, the sight of daylight offered a modicum of solace.

Summoning her waning courage, she approached the door once more, swallowing the fear that threatened to consume her. Peering through the peephole, she met her father's gaze once again. she opened the door and only this time something was horribly wrong. Her father's severed head, grotesquely suspended from a hook, greeted her horrified gaze. The weight of despair settled in her stomach, threatening to engulf her entirely. Clutching her abdomen, she stared at the blood dripping onto the doorstep, uttering a feeble question into the abyss.

"W-who could have done this?"

Her eyes fell upon a note lying on the ground, soaked in crimson. Trembling, she picked it up and read its chilling message:

"Now, who's all alone now?"

The note slipped from her trembling grasp, and in that moment, the door slammed shut with an otherworldly force. Just as she turned to face the darkness that encroached upon her, (name) was violently yanked backward, her screams drowned by the suffocating embrace of the abyss.

(name) awoke to find herself trapped in an unknown and eerie place. The stench of blood assaulted her senses, causing her to gag as she cautiously surveyed her surroundings. The walls were cold and made of rough stone, barely allowing any light to penetrate the darkness. Above her, a single flickering light bulb hung from the ceiling, casting sinister shadows that danced along the walls.

Suddenly, a chilling sight caught her eye. A table stood in the corner, and blood dripped steadily from its surface, pooling on the floor below. As her eyes adjusted further, the true horror came into focus. A headless body lay upon the table, its life force gruesomely drained by some unseen force. (name)'s heart sank as she recognized the victim - her own father - his lifeless form bearing cruel bite marks.

Her breath caught in her throat as her gaze shifted to another figure, their body still bleeding profusely, crimson liquid flowing perilously close to where she was bound. With growing dread, she followed the trail of blood, her eyes widening in terror as the truth unraveled before her. The wounded person, dressed in a gray hoodie and jeans, was none other than Annie, her friend. Weak and trembling, Annie turned towards (name) with pleading eyes, her blonde hair matted with blood.

"(name)...help...me..." Annie's plea was cut short as death claimed her, right before (name)'s horrified gaze. A gut-wrenching scream tore from (name)'s lips, echoing through the blood-soaked chamber.

The single light bulb overhead flickered ominously, casting erratic shadows that danced upon the walls, heightening the sense of impending doom. (name) desperately struggled against her restraints, feeling the cold, rusty chains digging into her flesh. She strained to stand, but the unforgiving grip of the chains held her captive, an agonizing reminder of her helplessness.

As she cast her gaze towards the middle of the stone door, footsteps grew louder, each one a chilling symphony of dread. The light bulb's flickering intensified with each approaching step, accentuating the darkness that enveloped her soul. The door creaked open slowly, revealing the figure responsible for her torment.

A shiver ran down (name)'s spine as Pieck entered the room, her disarming smile mirroring the gentle facade she had worn the day before. Clutched in her arms was (name)'s father's severed head, blood still dripping from her mouth. The sickening truth became undeniable – Pieck was a manipulative and sinister vampire, masquerading as a sweet and innocent creature.

"Peick!! You did this, didn't you? Why would you..." (name) choked on her words, her voice trembling with fear and disbelief. Pieck's crimson gaze bore into (name), her expression devoid of remorse as she callously dropped the decapitated head to the cold, blood-stained floor, splattering the crimson liquid onto (name)'s tear-streaked face.

(name)'s heart pounded in a terrifying mix of fear and sorrow, overwhelmed by the loss of her father and the horrifying uncertainty of her own fate. Pieck moved closer, her graceful steps belying the monstrous creature she truly was. She knelt before (name), placing a hand on her trembling thigh, while her other hand wiped away the tears that stained (name)'s cheeks.

"(name)...don't cry. You brought this upon yourself," Pieck whispered, her voice both soothing and haunting. She tilted her head, her bloodstained lips curling into a sinister smile, revealing her sharp, elongated fangs. (name) recoiled at the sight, transfixed by the blood that stained Pieck's teeth, her long tongue leisurely licking away the crimson droplets.

Terror consumed (name) as she finally found her voice, tremblingly uttering, "You aren't human, are you?" The realization of the monstrous truth sank in, sending shivers down her spine.

Without breaking eye contact, Pieck continued to explore (name)'s body, her touch moving from the thigh, to the side of her stomach, and finally to her breast. Her thumb caressed the delicate flesh, while her other fingers sought the pounding heartbeat beneath (name)'s chest.

"I'm surprised you didn't realize it sooner, (name)," Pieck whispered, a sadistic pleasure lacing her words. As (name)'s heartbeat raced with increasing panic, she struggled to breathe, her gasps for air growing more desperate. Drawing nearer, Pieck's voice slithered into (name)'s ear, sending a bone-chilling shiver down her spine. The words dripped from her lips like venom, a sinister promise hanging in the air.

"Breathe, my dear. I won't harm you... yet."

Pieck's presence alone was enough to unleash a torrent of fear within (name). As she leaned back, a sickening curiosity mingled with her terror, unable to resist the allure of Pieck's touch, even in the face of impending doom. But reality crashed down upon her when she looked down at the ground, her eyes fixating on her father's severed head. In a desperate attempt to shield herself from the grotesque scene, she clamped her eyes shut, refusing to witness the horrors before her.

Suddenly, an unnatural weight settled upon her lap. Her gaze shifted downward, revealing Pieck perched upon her, her icy hands caressing (name)'s cheeks. She compelled (name) to meet her gaze once again, their lips tantalizingly close. However, Pieck abruptly withdrew, her movements betraying a calculated cunning. With a slight tilt of her head, she fixated her piercing gaze upon (name) and silence descended like a suffocating fog.

"Why did you say those hurtful things to me, (name)..."

(name) froze, the memories of the cruel words she had hurled at Pieck resurfacing. In that dire moment, she struggled to conjure any justification, realizing that her desperate attempts to fit in had only birthed destruction. "I... I didn't mean it," (name) stammered, devoid of any coherent explanation. "All I wanted was to hear you say that you love me..."

Peick's soft plea echoed through (name)'s ears, weaving a spell that threatened to ensnare her mind. Her eyes, hypnotic in their intensity, seemed to coax (name) into surrendering to her will. Doubt crept into (name)'s thoughts as she began to forget the atrocities committed against her father and Annie. Deep down, she started to believe that she was to blame for their suffering. "No... it's all my fault... I caused my father's death..." (name) whispered to herself, her gaze falling into her lap.

Tears welled in her eyes as (name) succumbed to the hypnotic allure of Pieck's gaze and voice. "I love you too, Pieck... I couldn't tell you because..."

A wicked grin twisted across Pieck's face, her eyes narrowing with a malevolent glint. She relished in her manipulative power, reveling in the opportunity to make (name) forget her sins. "I always knew you loved me, (name), my sweet. The words I've longed to hear... It didn't have to come to this, but you drove me to it, my dear..."

Pieck's grip tightened on (name)'s bound hand, refusing to release her hold. Finally, (name) snapped out of the bewitching trance, realizing the depths of Pieck's depravity. "No, Pieck! What you've done cannot be undone! Yes, I loved you, but how could I ever love you now?! What you've done is unforgivable!" (name) cried out, her eyes drawn to the lifeless bodies of Annie and her father, a grim reminder of the carnage wrought by Pieck's insidious actions.

In the face of (name)'s defiance, Pieck fixated her gaze upon her, an insidious silence punctuating her ominous presence. With a sly sigh, she sharpened her nails, a wicked transformation taking hold. "(name)..."

Pieck exhaled, refusing to relinquish her grip on (name)'s conscience. "I never wished for it to come to this, but you continuously rejected my attempts to connect with you... I tried to do it the right way, but you denied me at every turn... I only wanted to know why..."

(name) cast her gaze downward once more, her heart heavy with guilt. She recognized her own fault in pushing Pieck away, knowing all too well the countless times Pieck had tried to bridge the divide. Compassion stirred within (name) as she contemplated what it must be like to stand in Pieck's shoes. "I know... and I'm sorry! I shouldn't have pushed you away or uttered a word about your father... But why did Annie have to suffer too?"

Pieck's smile contorted into an eerie gentleness as she gazed upon her lifeless victim, Annie. "Poor, poor Annie," she cooed, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "She'll be back soon, my heart...but for now, just focus on me." The words of protest began to form on (name)'s lips, but a sinister calm washed over her, drowning out any resistance. Pieck was up to her dark deeds once again.

As (name) shifted uncomfortably, a chilling sensation spread across her body. It was then that she realized she was lying in a pool of her own blood, her life essence draining away. Panic gripped her as she struggled to comprehend the horrifying reality unfolding before her. "When did..." (name) managed to stammer, but Pieck interrupted with a gleeful grin, relishing in the terror she had instilled.

Unbeknownst to (name), Pieck had viciously slit her back while she was caught in a fit of righteous anger, berating Pieck for her unforgivable actions. The cunning vampire ensured that (name) remained fixated on her, her mesmerizing voice and piercing eyes numbing any sensation of pain. It was all part of Pieck's twisted plan to manipulate (name) into becoming her companion for eternity.

Pieck forcefully turned (name)'s face towards her own, their eyes locked in a macabre dance. "Everything's fine, (name)," Pieck hissed, her voice laced with a sickening sweetness. "(Name), I still want to be with you. I'll protect you. I just want you to be with me forever..." Dizziness overwhelmed (name), her mind clouded and her willpower crumbling. A faint smile crept across her face as she succumbed to Pieck's wicked charm. "I'm sorry for everything I've done...I love you too, but I was wrong..." (name) whispered, their voice barely a breath. Pieck hushed (name) with a tender gesture, then pressed her lips against (name)'s, a kiss filled with twisted passion.

Pieck's hands slithered from (name)'s cheeks down to her shoulders, intensifying the heated kiss. Her tongue hungrily sought entry, licking at (name)'s bottom lip, leaving a taste of the blood she had recently fed on. Their tongues clashed in a battle for dominance, fueling Pieck's insatiable bloodlust. Her nails dug deep into (name)'s shoulder, drawing fresh blood that sent shivers down Pieck's spine, igniting a primal desire within her. The once gentle vampire grew more aggressive, her hunger escalating.

Within the depths of their twisted embrace, (name)'s faint moans echoed, a symphony of pleasure and pain. (name) weakly placed their hands on Pieck's sides, attempting to push her away. Pieck's concern was thinly veiled as she gazed down at (name), a hunger in her eyes that matched the thirst coursing through her veins. "Pieck...I feel so weak," (name) managed to utter, struggling to catch their breath. "You're doing so well, my sweet," Pieck murmured, her voice laced with sadistic satisfaction. "Just hold on..."

With a renewed hunger burning within her, Pieck reclaimed (name)'s lips, savoring every moment of their macabre union. The overwhelming scent of (name)'s blood intoxicated her, driving her to taste every inch of their being. Kissing down (name)'s jawline, she gradually made her way to the vulnerable expanse of (name)'s neck.

(name) willingly offered up their neck, granting Pieck unrestricted access. Even as their life force slipped away, (name) squirmed beneath Pieck, feeling a perverse wetness between their legs. Pieck seized upon this opportunity, grinding against (name) with a primal hunger, their moans intensifying as the friction between their thighs ignited a twisted pleasure. While Pieck marked (name)'s neck with countless hickeys, her hand returned to caress (name)'s cheek, her thumb pressing gently against their skin. As Pieck's fangs grazed (name)'s neck, a surge of pain mingled with a familiar sensation, reminiscent of the mundane discomfort of doing homework at a table.

Deep down, (name) knew this was wrong, but they were ensnared in Pieck's web of manipulation, unable to break free. As Pieck sank her razor-sharp fangs into (name)'s neck, the pain was numbed, replaced by a tingling sensation that mirrored the bite of a pen on paper. (name) turned their head slightly, groaning weakly as their strength waned, their eyes fixated on Annie's lifeless body. "We have... to save Annie..." they whispered, their voice fading.

Pieck withdrew, her fangs dripping with the crimson elixir of her beloved's life force. Her wild, disheveled curls framed her bloodstained face as she wiped her lips, gazing down at (name), teetering on the precipice of death. A wicked grin spread across her visage as she kissed (name)'s forehead. "Very soon, my love," she whispered, her voice echoing with sinister delight. "Soon, you will be just like me... and we can live together forever."

(name) mustered the last remnants of their fading energy to gaze at Pieck, a feeble smile gracing her lips. Unbeknownst to (name), a new set of fangs had sprouted in her mouth during this unholy transformation. Pieck watched with rapt attention as (name) underwent their metamorphosis, relishing in the macabre beauty of her creation.

y’all the theme of this ‘lil’ one shot is basically to be yourself, don't try and play who you're not to fit in with the crowd cs y’all saw what happened to ol reader girl, but anywho y’all prepare yo self for a hange x fem! reader x yelena vamp one shot cs das what’s comin next 😭

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greg hirsch with ❛ do you enjoy playing with people’s hearts? ❜ please? <3

here's some quick fun Greg fluff. perfect prompt for him. I hope you enjoy!

Greg Hirsch x Reader

prompt: do you enjoy playing with people's hearts?

Mornings were hectic at your apartment. Greg usually overslept, and relied on you to pound on his door to wake him up. Meanwhile you had already made coffee and were waiting in the kitchen for him to get dressed.

Greg threw open the door to his room, his tie undone, pulling on one shoe.

“There’s coffee already? Oh man, you’re the best. My last roommate liked to make breakfast, but it was usually just burnt toast.”

He brushed past you to fill his mug from the French press.

“Top you off?” he said.

“Thanks,” you said, holding out your mug.

Greg sat atop the stool beside you, hunched over his coffee.

“I always make you late,” he said.

“We’re not late yet.”

“You can leave without me, you know. You don’t have to wait.”

“It’s okay. I like having roommate time together.”

“Me too,” he said. “Do we have time to grab food?”

“I think so. Do you still want to meet up for dinner after work?”

“Definitely.”

“You realize your tie is undone,” you said.

Before he could respond, you took both ends of his tie and began to tie it for him. Greg stood completely still, hands half raised, watching.

“Oh, that’s- very kind of you,” he stammered. You tightened the knot and smiled.

“Let’s get going. If we’re late with Tom’s breakfast, he’ll flagellate us.”

Greg was at his cubicle when he saw you later that day. You usually worked on the lower floors, with the rest of the ATN crew. It was rare that you made it up to the executive floor on any given day, so he took notice. You were handing out what appeared to be a memo to the executives, greeting them politely as you moved from office to office.

When you started heading back towards the elevators, he stood up to follow you and say a quick hello. But then he paused. Kendall had stepped out of his office to greet you. Greg slowly sat down, watching the encounter over the top of his cubicle.

Kendall had his hands in his pockets, an easy smile on his face. Greg was all too familiar with that smile. He felt his stomach sink. Kendall’s laughed said something into your ear. That’s when Greg sank down into his seat and didn’t reemerge.

He was still slouched in his seat like this when Tom found him an hour later.

“What are you doing, slacker?”

“Oh, you know…”

“You look like you’ve been drained of all your lifeblood.”

“Hey,” Greg said, stirring, “What was Y/N doing up here earlier?”

“Oh, the email server is down so we had to hand out a memo the old fashioned way.”

“Does Y/N know Kendall at all?”

“I don’t think Kendall knows Y/N exists, Greg. Kendall’s range of awareness is very narrow.”

“They were bantering outside his office.”

A smile slid across Tom’s face. “So you were spying on them from your lonely little cubicle and you’ve been crying at your desk ever since?”

“I was definitely not crying.”

“But you were spying.”

“I thought you two lived together. Are you telling me you haven’t been fucking like bunnies in that apartment?”

“We’re just roommates. We have separate rooms.”

“That’s fucking ridiculous, Greg. Why two hot young people should live in such close quarters without fucking is beyond me. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“Ashamed? I thought I was doing the righteous thing.”

“You are, Greg, which is why I’m so furious. You’re too pure for this world.”

Tom sighed, shaking his head.

“I worry about you, Greg.”

“So do I.”

He waited outside for you. The other employees filed out past him, but you didn’t show. He checked his phone. No text. Sighing, he hailed a cab and started back to the apartment alone.

Greg sat up for a long time reading, the door to his room cracked slightly. This was a signal that you had agreed upon, meaning it was okay to come in and chat. Greg listened for the sound of the front door, but hours passed and still you didn’t show. Finally he turned over on his back with his fingers crossed over his chest. He saw Kendall’s flashy smile, eyes crinkling when you laughed at his jokes. He heard Tom’s voice chastising him. Finally he saw you, standing inches from him only that morning, tying his tie.

When he woke up in the morning, your door was wide open, the bed untouched. He stumbled into the kitchen, still not dressed, to grind beans for coffee.

He was late.

It wasn't long after work the next day when you finally returned to the apartment. Greg had only recently arrived and collapsed onto his bed. He heard the door open and shot up in bed, listening. Your footsteps stopped outside his slightly open door.

“Greg?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he said.

The door creaked open and you stood there in the same clothes you had worn yesterday.

“Are you mad at me?” you said meekly.

“What? No. For what? Come in here.”

You stepped inside, sliding off your shoes, sitting on the edge of his bed. He sat up, crossing his legs. He was still in his work clothes, white Oxford shirt unbuttoned at the chest.

“I missed dinner,” you said.

“It’s okay. I guess you had other plans.”

“I fucked up,” you said. You turned to face him, one leg hanging off the bed. “I’ve been fucking up for a while.”

“What do you mean?”

“First there was that producer from ATN.”

“Oh, the one with the eyes?”

“Then there was the executive that got fired. And now Kendall.”

You shook your head, still not looking at him. He wanted to reach out, to lift your chin, to look you full in the face. But he didn’t move.

“Well, you’re a very desirable young person.”

You looked up at him, half a grin spreading on your face.

“Why do you say it like you’re my grandpa?”

“Sorry. I’m not trying to be a grandpa. It’s just- you have a lot of suitors.”

“You still sound 18th century.”

Greg cracked a smile, running his hand through his flopping hair.

“I’m sorry. I’m not very smooth.”

“That’s a good thing, Greg. You’re the only one I feel safe with.”

You leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair away from his forehead. You eased towards him until he could feel your breath on his lips.

“Do you enjoy playing with people’s hearts?” he whispered.

You pulled back swiftly.

“Fuck,” you said. “I’m sorry.”

You started to get up, but he gently took your hand.

“Stop. It’s okay. I just have a few things to say, if you want to listen.”

You nodded and crossed your legs, facing him. He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly.

“Actually, it’s just one thing: I like you. I have feelings for you. Feelings of a romantic nature.”

“Greg…”

“I don’t mind the other guys. Kendall is great. He’s charming, he’s rich. Two great traits right there. It’s me I’m worried about. How do I stack up against them? I’m broke, I take the subway to work, I never wake up on time. So I sort of resigned myself so just being your roommate. Your friend.”

“I’m glad you’re my friend, Greg.”

“Me too.”

“Good. Roommates, then?”

“Roommates.”

His blue eyes flickered up to meet yours, and in an instant you were on top of him. His head sank into the pillow as you straddled him, running your hands through his hair. His hands were all over you, feeling every inch of the person he never thought he would have. You unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, sliding your hands beneath the undershirt he wore. He sat up, pulling it off swiftly. You lunged towards him once more.

“Wait, wait,” he whispered, putting his hands on your shoulders. You sat panting, gazing at each other.

“Are we doing this?” he breathed.

“Do you want to?”

“Well, why should two hot young people should live in such close quarters without fucking?”

A grin spread across your face. Bringing your hands to his hair, you kissed him again, slowly this time. He sank back on the bed, flicking off the lamp as he went.

The next morning, you emerged from a cab together outside of the Waystar office. Greg strode beside you in his wayfarer sunglasses, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and your hand in the other. You glanced at him and smiled, squeezing his hand.

Kendall stepped out the door as you approached the building. He took one look at you and Greg, and a quiet smile came over his face.

“Morning, kids,” he said. You thought you saw him wink behind his sunglasses. He kept walking.

Greg glanced over his shoulder, then leaned down to kiss you swiftly on the lips.

“And we’re not even late,” he murmured.

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Sins of the Flesh

Pairing: Gerard Way x Fem!Reader Summary: Kinktober Day Eight - Corruption Kink Warnings: NSFW content, adultery, angst, loaaads of religious guilt Tags: oral sex, fingering, dacryphilia, loss of virginity, corruption kink, age gap, unprotected sex Word Count: 8952 A/N: Bungalow fic is finally here. I’ve had this idea for months; I think since May. I started writing v1 in June, but I ended up scrapping it. In July, I tried to rewrite Sunset and Vine, but it was turning out much darker than intended. That’s when I realized that it would be perfect for this fic. Similar to Sharing is Caring (dumbass title, by the way. someone gets spitroasted and i gave it some g-rated fucking title? ok.), it was written over the course of several sessions without the intention of getting posted.

For a while, I considered abandoning it or posting it anonymously. I didn’t want to get hate or anything. Now, I don’t really give a fuck. I’m really proud of the writing in this. If you guys want, I can post an alternative version with gender-neutral terms. Also, there are two other Gerard reader-insert fics with this title. It’s inconvenient, but mine has a different plot and you can always call it bungalow fic. Finally, major shoutout to @ghostie-anon! Thank you so much for beta-reading!

Disclaimer: Gerard’s wife and child are not referred to by name in this fic. They are mentioned, but I used pronouns and vague terms instead. I did not feel comfortable using their names. Also, everything is very consensual. It’s mentioned several times, no worries. :-)

It was fucking dirty.

Gerard was fucking dirty, filthy and neck-deep in sin. He knew it, god, did he know it, shame eating away at him every single day. He was a forty-year-old man; he had absolutely no place around you, no matter how pure his intentions were. You were half his age, and the classic girl-next-door, the kind that made people stop and turn, mumbling how they wished their kids were like you. In the eyes of the town, you were a national treasure, and Gerard hated it.

He hated the sweet smiles you gave him, offering to watch his kid on Friday nights–date nights, where he was supposed to be thinking about his wife, not that he could really stand her anyway. He hated how much his daughter loved you, always chatting away about you the next day, spontaneously interrupting Saturday morning cartoons to talk about your favorite characters. Christ, he hated how much he loved you, falling for you the same way the rest of the town had. You were so pure, valued by nearly everyone, always being asked how college was going, and what your folks were up to.

That made his skin crawl, too–you still lived with your parents, merely commuting throughout the week. He couldn’t imagine how your father would react, the same man who invited him over for cookouts, discussing politics and sports despite Gerard’s disinterest, if he knew how his neighbor thought of you. God, the cookouts. It was pure torture, nodding along to tuned-out conversations, his gaze transfixed on you and those stupid little sundresses you pranced around in. The minute August ended, Gerard was practically on his knees, thanking whatever otherworldly presence had graced him with cool weather. Tucking away your tank tops didn’t even begin to solve his problems though, as you were irresistible no matter how much skin was showing.

It wasn’t illegal. Hell, it wasn’t even all that immoral–save his marriage and friendship with your parents. He didn’t even know you until you were nineteen, back when your parents had moved to save you some money on gas. Nonetheless, he felt awful about it, the mere image of you shooting shame through his veins. It was worse when he let it linger though, quickly evolving into something beyond unholy, leaving him with unimaginable guilt. Millions of thoughts, centered around corrupting someone so sickeningly pure, every inch of skin, yet to be seen by hungry eyes would flood his head. The taste of victory as you finally broke, your goody-two-shoes reputation tarnished, tossed aside like your tiny tennis skirts and perfectly-ironed tops.

He knew it was a facade–all the string pearls in the world couldn’t hide underlying desire, nor the marks that he’d scatter across your neck. You were an adult, and he found it hard to believe that you were as innocent as you lead everyone to believe. When you were stripped down to nothing, who were you really?

It was a question that circled Gerard’s mind, the picture of your hand past your waistband, face twisted in pleasure, painting itself perfectly. Who was it that you thought of late into the evening? Whose fingers would feel so much better than your own, fucking you open until the only word left was please?

If he tried hard enough, he could see you, on full display and begging, crying, even, to be fucked by him. He wanted to hate the image. He wanted to feel sick to his stomach, tossing the idea aside without another thought, but once he had it, he couldn’t let go. Streaked mascara and unkempt clothes seemed to haunt him, nearly able to hear your choked moans and mewls, leaving him with nothing but untimely erections, unfortunately fixed by his hand rather than yours.

Lust was hard to avoid when you were the talk of the town, your name dropping nonchalantly in his own home, too. You were inescapable and blissfully unaware of the chokehold you had on him. As unbelievable as it was, his fantasies weren’t unrequited, as you were also tormented by unholy ideas, the kind that could single-handedly shred your honor.

It wasn’t any less shameful for you, hardly capable of holding a conversation around him, resorting to speaking with his wife when they needed a babysitter. You hated it–staring her in the eyes, sitting through gossip out of sheer guilt, paranoid that she knew.

Knew the way you thought about Gerard and how badly you wanted him, needing him to tear apart your innocence. You had kept away from parties and one-night stands in hopes of saving yourself for someone real–no frat boys who hardly knew their way around a woman, only looking for somewhere to stick it. You wanted someone with experience, skilled and passionate, putting your needs first. There was nothing like that in college though, residing a door down instead.

Sometimes, you wondered what his daughter would think–she was too young to understand now, as well convinced as the rest of the town that you had handpicked the stars just for her. Down the line, she would certainly figure it out, rose-colored glasses coming off when she’d reminisce, no longer a little girl and capable of remembering how you looked at her father. How you’d torn her family apart. It made you sick, your stomach churning and eyes pricking with hot tears, guilt spinning nightmares out of an improbable future.

No matter how much shame you shared, it hadn’t stopped you tonight. It should’ve built an indestructible wall, blocking out temptation, but you still wound up at his house. You could hardly remember how you had gotten there, vague memories of being spotted outside, and his daughter calling you over to play in the yard with them. He had been raking leaves, the smell of the autumn breeze still clinging to his clothes. She had been jumping in each pile, clutching your hand and pulling you with her, crumbled maple leaves sticking to your sweater, weaving themselves between fine cotton fibers. The sound of his laughter still echoed in your ears, the warm smile he gave you easily thawing the chill in your bones. It was perfect, wholesome and picturesque, though the scene was cut short as his wife’s voice sliced through the air.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Gerard looked up, alarmed and puzzled, glancing from the auburn leaves to his irate spouse. “Raking leaves?”

Fuming, the woman stormed down the porch steps, beckoning over their daughter. Mimicking Gerard, she glanced between you and her mother, infuriating her even more. With a shrill call of her name though, the girl had high-tailed it up the yard, leaving you and Gerard to stand awkwardly by the fence.

“Cut the bullshit,” she lashed, unbothered by your company. “Why did you let her outside?”

Gerard shrugged casually, leaning his rake against a picket. “Because she wanted to play.”

Even if you thought it was fair logic, his wife was seething. “I told you that we had to leave!”

Uncomfortable, you glanced toward their daughter, who wore a similar expression. She kicked the leaves beneath her shoes, scuffing the grass as she tried to drown out the arguing. It was a blast from the past, and you could taste the bitter nostalgia as you pictured your own parents bickering the same way.

Occasionally, she’d tattle on her parents, filling you in on their latest feuds during rounds of Candy Land. You were a babysitter, not a therapist, but you supported her to the best of your ability–at least until she had forgotten a moment later, hardly dwelling on marital issues before growing distracted by Lord Licorice. But Candy Land was tucked away in a toy box now, and Princess Frostine still couldn’t fix her parents’ marriage.

Gerard had a strong bias for his daughter, behaving as if she had hung the moon, so he’d be damned if he didn’t defend her. “She’s allowed to make her own decisions.”

“So if she wanted to jump off a bridge, you’d let her?” his wife snapped, already tramping towards the car.

He couldn’t help but snort, “No, I’d wonder why my six-year-old is suicidal.”

She was at her wit’s end, spitting venom as she buckled their daughter into the car. “Grow the fuck up, Gerard.”

The rest was a blur, slamming car doors and solemn goodbyes, tiny hands waving out the window while you stood in the center of his yard. Even after she had sped off, agitation continued to hang over Gerard. He was still for a moment, letting out a weary sigh as he ran his hand through his hair, sparing you a pitiful glance.

“I can help if you want,” you offered quietly, gesturing towards his abandoned rake and pulling him from his reverie.

He shook his head, “I think it’s time for a break anyway.”

Beckoning you inside, you trailed after him, having been here a million times but things still felt different.

“Never get married,” he huffed, a bittersweet smile on his face.

You looked up at him, eyebrows knitted in confusion. He chewed his lip anxiously, probably eating his words. “They’re off to a birthday party or something, and I guess I wasn’t supposed to let her outside. She got leaves in her hair, or now her clothes are dirty, I don’t know.”

“She didn’t seem too thrilled to be going anyway. I’m sure she was having much more fun being a kid,” you said, trying to soothe his stress to the best of your ability.

It wasn’t entirely fruitless, earning you a small smile as he brewed a pot of coffee. The room was silent, not awkward nor comfortable; instead, it was filled with anticipation. Gerard didn’t speak, so neither did you, studying his movements and focusing on the tune he was humming.

“Do you want some?” he asked, facing you for a brief moment,

You shook your head, unable to say much of anything, and he nodded in response. It was strange that he hadn’t sent you home yet, as you were never around just to chat, but you stayed put without complaint. Every noise seemed to be amplified, heavy footsteps echoing around the room as he walked towards you, sitting quietly at the island. He leaned against it, eyes narrowing as he inspected you. Once more, you were hit with the overwhelming fear that he could sniff out your sins like a bloodhound.

You swallowed hard, Gerard having some sort of height on you, blinking up at him in mild fear. Carefully, he took a sip of his coffee, still looking as if he wanted to speak, but he pushed it aside.

“How are your parents doing?” he asked, hating the question as it echoed back to him.

Your tongue darted out momentarily, wetting your lips before you spoke, and Gerard’s mind instantly retreated to the gutter. He couldn’t hear anything you had said, blinking mindlessly at you as his thoughts headed elsewhere. You could tell, watching the interest drain from his eyes, almost hurt until you noticed how they flicked down to your lips again.

It could’ve been a painful coincidence, but it was enough for you to try. You needed to find answers, to take a step in the right direction. Anxiety crept into your mind as you made your next move, making your stomach churn over a casual response.

“They’re fine,” you said slowly, the words heavy and tentative. “My dad misses the cookouts—I do too.”

He hummed and feigned disinterest, taking another sip of his coffee as he spaced out. “Why?”

Swallowing hard, you thought out your response. With only a few seconds to think, you couldn’t judge the morality of it. Gerard glanced down at you curiously, making your heart pound.

“Because I liked the way you looked at me.”

The next few seconds passed like molasses, and you yearned for an escape. The answer was methodical—it spelled out every secret while remaining conservative, leaving the outcome up to Gerard. If he hadn’t been eyeing you up all summer, he would look puzzled, brushing it off with an awkward laugh. And even if it were true, he could have the same reaction, burying the exchange forever.

You were at an advantage, and he was hit with a mix of embarrassment and pride. He had been caught—but you liked it. Neither of you were in a good position, yet he still responded with unjust confidence.

“Yeah?” he asked, setting his mug down. “How so?”

Gerard leaned over the counter, pressing his palms to the marble as he gave a grin of faux arrogance. He had an air of intimidation, hovering a scant foot away from you, leaving you nowhere else to look. You were embarrassed this time, giving him a quick once-over.

“You just,” you started, the words dying as you burned with insecurity. “You looked at me like I was worth it.”

Again, your answer was up to interpretation, but you both knew the truth. Last summer had built tension, and even as the weather began to cool, the heat never faded. His smile had slipped away, turning tight as he clung to his resolve. Lost for words, his gaze drifted back to your lips, searching for a signal.

Softly, you prompted him to speak. “Am I worth it, Gerard?”

“Yeah,” he breathed, sweet and simple, but he remained frozen in place.

Truly transfixed, Gerard missed the look you had given him, hopeful and desperate. He hardly noticed the way you leaned up, gently pressing your palm to his cheek, smoothing over soft skin and stubble. In fact, he didn’t snap back to reality until twelve inches had turned to two, his nose brushing yours as you watched and waited for some sort of sign—one to leave, or an even bigger one to stay.

Gerard picked the latter, breath catching and lips parting as you stared at him, throwing caution to the wind as he closed the gap. To his surprise, he wasn’t met with outrage and obscenities, hallucinating slamming doors and divorce papers as your lips moved against his. He could taste the sin, shame, and regret, drowning in a cruel combination of pride and remorse. You were the forbidden fruit, and he had never tasted anything sweeter. Your kisses were laced with naivety, seemingly immune to the weight of an affair. He should’ve pulled away, sent you home, and told you to chase boys your own age, but his self-control was long gone by then.

Eventually, you did the job for him, needing a moment to breathe, not to mention think. You were intelligent, raised with strong morals, and yet they had all slipped out of reach. Gerard resorted to watching you, eyes glazed over as he dealt with his own inner turmoil, unsure of the next step.

Apologies spilled out before he could reevaluate, blanching as his breath stalled. “I’m sorry,” he began, eyes widened in sudden horror. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have–”

“Don’t say that,” you blurted out, still cupping his cheek. “Don’t do that to me.”

You could already hear his answer, how he would pull away and say it meant nothing, and you couldn’t afford that. The least you could do was fight for his honesty, knowing what he really wanted and winding up ashamed as you pleaded with him. His kitchen was fucking Eden, and you played the serpent, vying for his infidelity.

“What?” he mumbled, almost vulnerable.

Gerard wanted confession. He wanted to hear how bad you wanted him, already proud and flattered by your brazen interruption. You sighed, torn between guilt and temptation, a central theme between the two of you.

“Don’t make me leave,” you whispered, stroking his cheek tenderly.

He leaned into your touch, relishing in the foreign domesticity despite its terms. “Do you want to?”

“No,” you said, your voice weak and hushed, and he replied with a soft smile.

“Good,” he told you, slipping away and rounding the counter. “I didn’t want you to anyway.”

You slid off the stool, staring at him expectantly as he slowly made his way over. Nervous, he outstretched his arm, almost scared as he drew closer.

“Can I…” he mumbled, reluctantly stepping towards you.

It was quiet, a question he shouldn’t have asked, and one you shouldn’t have answered; so you didn’t. Nodding your head was sufficient, and he closed the distance in calculated strides, his hands landing on your hips almost magnetically. His hold was firm with a contrasting fragility, fingertips teasing the hem of your sweater while he kissed you. This one was different, fervorous and messy, and his grip held you upright. His hands lingered on bare skin, soft and untouched by perverted college boys–but rather perverted neighbors, which he supposed wasn’t any better.

Gerard kissed the way you expected him to, smooth and relaxed without substituting passion, his tongue sweeping across your bottom lip in fluent strokes, and parting them with remarkable ease. You had kissed people before, but never like this–not with clear intent to escalate, searching for more than a messy makeout session. It didn’t seem to bother him, having held the reins since the start.

He was hooked on it all, the taste of adultery that burnt his tongue, only to be soothed by purity and satisfaction. Passion was scarce in his marriage, merely coexisting with his wife at this point, certain that he hadn’t felt like this since his daughter was born. It was addicting–you were addicting, shiny and new, and so fucking compliant, easily the most foreign trait to him. You went along with every motion, mimicking the way his tongue worked against yours, dark roast never tasting so sweet.

There was still time to stop, both of you well aware of the fact as he pulled away. For a moment, he was submerged in nostalgia, the way your hands hooked around his neck painfully reminiscent of her–of passion and love that this house was built on, the air now tainted with an unforgivable act. Once again, Gerard could’ve backed out, but the dazed look in your eyes was like a teaser, promising so much more.

Instead, he led you to the guest bedroom, soft laughter and stumbling hardly loud enough to silence the alarms in his head, almost purifying something so disgustingly sinful. He didn’t have the guts to fuck you in his bed. He tried to convince himself that it was unfair to you, watching as you kicked off your sneakers and laid back on the mattress, not appearing haunted by this situation. You didn’t deserve to be surrounded by her, to have to breathe the lingering perfume as you were stripped of your innocence.

While he really did believe that, he brought you here for a far more selfish reason–he couldn’t bear the thought of sleeping next to her tonight, knowing what he had done in their bed. Besides, he wouldn’t have time to wash the sheets, and cracking the windows would only do so much, leaving the unmistakable smell of sex to hang heavy in the room. He could take the heat from her, but that sprung from years of experience–you had only caught a glimpse of her wrath, and he hoped it would stay that way.

Kicking off his shoes, he slid next to you, wrinkling his nose at the duvet. Gerard was no expert when it came to interior design, but wasn’t paisley a little tacky? Noticing his distaste, you grew slightly insecure, almost scared to ask the issue. “What’s wrong?”

It came out mousier than you would’ve liked, crossing your arms over yourself despite being fully clothed. Had he finally given in to guilt?

“Nothing, really,” he said earnestly, almost embarrassed that he had worried you over something so trivial. “This duvet is just really awful.”

He got a genuine smile in response, content with your reaction as he pulled your hands away, kissing you once more. The meaning was ever-changing, once impulsive, twice impassioned, and now the calm before the storm. It was almost juvenile, Gerard propped up on his arm, and the awkward shuffle as you tried to get comfortable. It was a direct parallel to your first partner, one from high school, giggling and kissing with the door shut, hoping your parents wouldn’t barge in. Except for this time, you were grown up. And you no longer feared your parents, but his wife. He was cheating. But he wanted you.

It should’ve made you sick, had you crying, something, but all you felt was pride, hardly registering his hands slipping higher up your sweater as your mind cleared. Gradually, his fingers trailed up your chest, smooth skin cut off by the fabric of your bra.

Quietly, he spoke for the third time since kissing you. “Has anyone ever touched you here before?”

Over clothes, sure, but you generally stayed pretty guarded. In the end, you simply nodded–if anything, it might stop him from quitting, knowing that this wasn’t entirely new.

Soon, his touch trailed lower, dragging to the waistband of your jeans, and lower still. In fact, he didn’t stop until the pads of his fingers were pressed between your legs, denim the only thing hiding the arousal pooling in your panties.

“What about here?”

This time, you shook your head.

“Why?” he asked, genuinely curious as you had been pretty eager so far.

The truth seemed to be far less embarrassing to him than it was for you, tumbling out before you could stop it.

“Because I was waiting for you.”

Fuck.

This was wrong, and he knew it like the back of his hand, but he could’ve gotten off on your admission alone. He wondered how many advances you had rejected, only thinking of him, and how he was the only one worthy of fucking you. Again, he wondered if you spent lonely nights thinking of him, thinking of this.

“Do you think about this?” he asked out loud, hardly registering his own question.

Slow kisses down your neck wrecked your focus, but they also numbed your anxiety. You gave a brief nod though, tilting your head back for him.

“I do,” he continued, every word mumbled against your neck and etched into your skin. “I think about making you cry and beg for me. How’s that sound?”

He was speaking in a foreign tongue, surprising himself just the same, though you found yourself aching for more. Gently, he left a love bite, hardly noticeable below your ear, but enough to prompt a response. Nothing more than a good, but Gerard was certain that you’d be vocal sooner or later. It wasn’t normally like this for him–she had always wanted it quick and dirty, never letting him take his time. He wanted to savor you, trace every inch of unseen skin, taste and feel the metamorphosis as you grew into a sinner. Ideally, he’d take it slow, but if you pleaded enough, he’d certainly give in.

Shifting, he pulled you flush against the pillows, wiggling himself around until he was hovering above you. You could see him better from here, studying his features–his soft hazel eyes pooled with guilt, juxtaposed against his blow pupils, forming a contradictory combination. He was beautiful, blessed with long lashes and an upturned nose, pairing perfectly with faint freckles that painted him in irresistibility. Gazing at him didn’t last long though, soon cut off by a brief kiss before he sunk lower.

Gerard’s hands trailed up your sides, back under your sweater as he traced illegible shapes into your skin. Slowly, he tugged it further up, hardly focusing on his hands as he nipped at your collarbones, reluctantly pulling away to hike the thick fabric up over your head. You were nothing short of perfection, untouched skin all smooth and flawless, revealed only for him. You didn’t complain or cover up, whining about silly insecurities that Gerard couldn’t spot, unlike his wife. At first, he was sympathetic, showering her with affection, but it was fruitless, only ending in arguments and narcissism. Eventually, he learned that fixing things was useless, finding other solutions to his problems, such as you.

You were so much different, and he knew it for a fact as he pressed his lips to your sternum, gaining a satisfied hum rather than restless squirming. His lips traced the edge of your bra, and his chin brushed against the nylon, but he preferred to be flush against you. Locking eyes with you, he snaked his hands around your back, fingers brushing against the clasp and sliding the straps down your shoulders. Lust seemed to overpower his guilt, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he pulled off your bra, tossing it towards the edge of the bed.

Gerard had been loyal for several years, and seeing something new, someone that wanted him like you, gave him a rush, his adrenaline high from delirium and paranoia. Mesmerized, he watched the rise and fall of your chest before kicking back into gear.

“You’re beautiful,” he told you, cupping your breasts with strong hands. “God, you’re so fucking perfect.”

The room was chilly, but Gerard was warm, heating you up as he caressed your skin, rolling your hardened nipples beneath his thumbs. His focus didn’t linger there for long though, leaving kisses and bites but not much more, only there to make a mark. Trailing further down your chest, he reached your hips, slithering down the mattress as he ran his hands along your curves. Watching you once more, he reached for the button of your jeans, anxiety crossing your expression for a moment.

“Are you sure?”

The question made you pause, nodding mindlessly anyway, arching into his touch.

“What do you want to do to me?” you asked curiously, though it came across as more sexual than you intended.

A sly grin crossed his face, slowly pulling down the denim, gazing longingly at the bare skin, now only covered by thin panties.

“I want to ruin you.”

There was a shaky inhale on your end, eyes fluttering shut as you processed his sentence, subconsciously sliding closer to him. He was quick to stop you though, gripping your thighs firmly as he held you down. It was unfamiliar, the predatory glint in his eyes, and the sensation of wet kisses scattered between your legs. The gentle scrape of his teeth broke your silence, a soft, breathy moan as he nipped your skin. The feeling came again, hickeys soothed by his tongue, reaching higher until he hit cotton.

Part of you was embarrassed, always imagining this scene in something nicer–silk or lace that you’d spent too much money on, not something so bland. It was an outlandish idea, but you still burned up as his nose brushed against it, greedily mouthing at you despite your subtle shame. He was taking his time as intended, making you shiver with every clothed kiss, growing uncomfortably wet with his procrastination. Watching as you opened your mouth to whine, his tongue lolled out, and his intense stare never wavered as he gave a bold lick, the pressure intoxicating. Another moan slipped out, louder this time, one that Gerard wanted on loop for the rest of his life. Embarrassed, you turned away from him, staring at the wall to save face.

“Look at me,” he requested, his voice soft and stern.

Reluctantly, you turned back, watching as his fingers slipped under your waistband, slowly dragging your panties past your thighs. His gaze felt like mid-July, his eyes painting a nostalgic fantasy—the same one you had pointed out earlier. He still looked at you like you were worth something, worth the risk, but you could tell by the hesitance flashing in his eyes that it wasn’t without a side of remorse.

For a moment, he considered leaving, chickening out and apologizing, returning to a simple life with his wife and kid. Gerard was never one for making good decisions though, churning his guilt into arousal, praying that he could distract himself with the taste of purity.

It worked, to a point, libido winning the twisted battle, Gerard growing hot as he watched you squirm with every foreign touch. The room was quiet again, ear-piercing silence only disrupted by your sudden gasp, surprised by the warmth of Gerard’s tongue. He moved meticulously, lips ghosting over your skin while his tongue skated across the top of your thigh. Gerard wanted you to crack–he wanted you to want him, to impatiently force yourself against him when he took too long. But you remained quiet as you laid beneath him, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as the tip of his tongue dragged closer, skimming across your folds in faint strokes.

God, you wanted it. It was obvious, Gerard biting back an arrogant grin while he licked teasingly, urged to continue as you whined at his negligence. Hopeless, you shifted closer, only to be met with a disapproving hum.

“Honey, if you want something,” he started, no longer fighting his smile. “All you have to do is ask.”

Humiliated, you took a breath, hardly in the right frame of mind to analyze the situation. You were in his house with his face between your legs, fighting to stay quiet while he waited for a pretty plea to spill from your lips. It was so fucking contradictory, and you were growing impatient, Gerard watching your chest fall as you waved your white flag.

“Please,” you mumbled, the shame nearly boiling you alive.

Unsatisfied, he didn’t give more than another kitten lick, studying your twisted features as you swallowed your pride. You had never been more embarrassed in your life, but with a single glance at him, you concluded that it was worth it.

“Gerard, please, fucking–” you said, louder this time. “Just… touch me? Please?”

Your innocence made him dizzy, every word sounding unsure as you uttered them, urging him to fill in the blanks. “I can touch you,” he assured, pausing to suck softly on his fingers, delicately spreading you open. “I wanna taste you. I wanna eat your sweet pussy–do you want that?”

Set on fire, you nodded hastily, choking out a moan as his tongue ran flat, a single wide stroke making your hips jump. It was some sort of reward for answering–you had always been good in school, so you knew how this worked.

“Yes, please, I want your mouth so fucking bad.”

Gerard groaned against you, the words that sounded so unnatural to you sparking a rush of arousal for him. Restraining himself was difficult enough on its own, fighting the urge to spring into action, eating you out until you were mindless and used, pretty tears staining your cheeks with the loss of innocence. That wasn’t in the cards for today though, Gerard cursing himself as he realized that meant more. More secrets, more lies, more guilty pleasure and desecration. Ignorantly, he stepped over the rabbit hole and focused on you again.

Wet lips and heavy tongue were the only sensations you could register, having gone blind to emotion with Gerard’s mouth on you. Even if his head was in the clouds, you had never been more grounded, moaning softly as he pressed open-mouthed kisses to your cunt, his lips shining with an erotic mix of slick and spit. Wrapping your thighs tighter around him, you tried to push closer, desperation lacing both the jerk of your hips and your pathetic cries.

Tauntingly, he slowed again, pulling back until he was merely flicking his tongue against you. It was torturous–faint, slow, and not nearly enough. Whining as he continued to tease, you broke yet again, and begging became less of a chore.

“Please, I’ll stay still,” you swore, Gerard quickly giving in to the vulnerability in your voice.

Good behavior deserved a reward, his pace picking up as you continued to babble pleas, your fingers scrunching the awful duvet. Again, he felt appreciated, flooded with a foreign warmth; she never appreciated his effort and eagerness to please. He could hardly remember a time that she had pleaded with him the way you had, or resisted the urge to grind against his tongue until the taste of your arousal lingered in his mouth for days.

“Feels good?” he asked rhetorically, shaking his head slightly as you hummed, the same smile still ghosting his cheeks.

The sounds you made drowned out all of his insecurities, putting an end to his overthinking as you cursed and moaned, your back arching off the mattress as he sucked on your clit. It was overwhelming, Gerard’s tongue pressing against you as he pulled you closer, swirling and sucking as he figured out what made you tick.

“More,” you breathed, hands digging into the duvet. “Fuck, please, more.”

Latching the magic word onto every sentence left him with an edge of remorse, partly guilty from the way that you clung to being innocent and well-mannered, but mostly because of the effect it had on him. For you, it was subconscious, unaware of the sweet naivety that filled your tone, as words strictly spoken in PG settings were now caught between sinful cries. In fact, Gerard wasn’t sure he’d ever heard you swear until he was between your legs, lapping at your untouched cunt like a lifeline. Everything about you was irresistible, golden and pure, and so fucking different from his wife. Briefly, he wondered if he really wanted you, or if he simply didn’t want her.

Unaware of his troubles, you continued to plead with him, on the verge of finishing the job yourself at his indolence. After a moment though, he snapped back, planting a kiss on your clit before pulling away, another winning smile plastered across his face. With slick lips, he pressed a handful of kisses to your thighs, seemingly stopping short. Quietly, you whined in objection, and Gerard was quick to clear the air.

“Oh no, we’re not done yet.”

That should’ve been a surefire sign that you were positively fucked, but you only stared curiously at him as he settled comfortably between your legs again. Then, you watched as his fingers landed flat against his tongue, lips closing and tongue swirling in the same patterns he had etched into your skin. The pads of his fingers gravitated towards your thighs, skating higher until he was met with your aching cunt, embarrassingly wet and begging for contact.

You watched with anticipation as his middle finger dragged across your folds, nothing more than feather-light touches before it slipped inside of you. Your small gasp was a knee-jerk reaction, lips parted and brows furrowed as you watched Gerard, easing his finger deeper. His fingers were larger than yours, thicker and longer, already filling you in unfamiliar ways. It was different, but not bad to be touched by someone else, and you gradually settled into the pillows again.

“How’s that?” Gerard asked, slowly pushing in and out, watching you carefully for discomfort.

You nodded, “Good.”

After receiving your approval, it didn’t take long for him to step further, building a rhythm that was quicker and deeper, his finger curling just right. Gerard’s touch felt so much better than yours, the image as sweet as the action itself, leaving you moaning as he tentatively added another one.

“God, Gerard, please,” you murmured, reaching for his hand as he buried his fingers inside of you, somehow longing for more.

You wanted him. You wanted the muscles in your abdomen wound so tight to snap, every bone in your body turning to jelly as he fucked you, raw and real. Patience wasn’t your strong suit, leaving you to rock against his fingers as he tried his best to stretch you out.

“Do you touch yourself like this?” Gerard asked, out of the blue.

As your mouth opened, aiming to answer, he pressed his tongue against your clit, sucking softly again. It caught you off guard, hardly giving an affirming hum before you were shifting towards him.

“Mhm… Oh my god,” you breathed, finally grasping his free hand as he continued to work you open.

You let out a small whine as he pulled away to speak, feeling yourself grow closer every second. “Who do you think of?” he asked in a stern tone, though there was an unmistakable, arrogant edge to it. “Whose fingers are really fucking you?”

Kissing your dignity goodbye, you cried out a desperate, “Yours.”

“Whose fucking pussy is this?”

It was obscene, the way he sucked on your clit with his fingers buried inside you, and the pauses where he’d stare up at you with shining lips, licking away your wetness before asking his formerly humiliating questions. Questions he knew the answers to, wanting nothing more than power and reassurance, straining against his jeans with each predicted answer. You weren’t even embarrassed anymore, so fucking desperate for him that you had grown eager to answer his questions, begging to come undone on his tongue and surrender yourself to him.

“It’s yours, Gerard,” you said, as confident as your wavering voice could manage.

The words did sound confident, natural, even. It was as if you were meant to be submitting yourself, moaning and begging as he stretched your virgin cunt. You could only imagine how it would feel when he fucked you, aching for the delicious pain that would wash over you as his hips snapped against yours. For now, you had to be grateful for his hands, and the way his fingers sank inside of you with a swift rhythm.

“Good girl.”

It was mumbled and hardly heard, but no matter how loud you had grown, his voice stuck out like a sore thumb. The nickname reached your ears, bold and ringing as you teetered on the edge, and Gerard was smugly observant of it. His lips brushed against you while his breath fanned across your skin, locking eyes with you as his tongue dragged flat across your slit, trailing higher until his lips wrapped once more around your swollen clit, sucking lightly with the steady curl of his fingers.

Finally, your body gave in, tense muscles going lax as the anticipation and pressure faded away. Softly, you panted, rocking absentmindedly against Gerard, trying to ride it out for as long as you could. Sure, you’d had an orgasm before, but never like this. Not with Gerard’s tongue lapping and swirling long after you had come, or the hint of pride in his eyes as he listened to your whines. Everything was different with Gerard, and all the sensations you were sure you’d experienced before became pure ecstasy, blurring your vision as you reached fruitlessly for him.

Even as you whined from the oversensitivity, his actions never stopped, all of your cries cut with moans, egging him on. He was careful, toeing the line between pain and pleasure as he persisted. No matter how bad he wanted to wreck you, this was new territory, taking on a role of responsibility as he reigned himself in. Despite how he slowed, it all felt the same to you, spilling moans every time you tried to speak.

Your head was empty as you gave a small cry. “Please fuck me.”

It was desperate, broken, igniting a similar need in Gerard as he pulled away. You weren’t sure why you were begging for more, but your only voice of reason was beaten down by lust, seeing nothing but the passion in his eyes as he stared back at you. He had barely moved, his lips hardly having left your skin as twisted fantasies whirled in his head.

“You really want it?”

You nodded impatiently, “Fuck, yes.”

Gerard grinned, planting kisses on the top of your thighs, clearly in no rush to relieve the discomfort in his jeans. “Then tell me you want it,” he commanded, momentarily sinking his teeth into your flesh. “Tell me you want my cock.”

God, he was fucking sadistic, ordering you around as he marked up your thighs, leaving undeniable evidence that he had been there, pulling every plea and moan from your kiss-bitten lips. Still, you compiled, tripping over your words as he sucked on your skin.

“Please,” you choked out, squirming under him. “I want your cock so fucking bad.”

The words were wrong on your tongue, waiting to have your mouth washed out with soap, but he did nothing more than moan as he finally climbed up the bed again.

“You really are a good girl, aren’t you?”

With his hand against your cheek, he admired your vulnerability, thinking back to all those pretty sundresses and sweet smiles, now substituted with impurity. He let your hands wander as he kissed you, under his shirt and across his waistband, following his lead from earlier. You didn’t get far before Gerard was pulling away, shifting away to undress. As each layer hit the ground, your gut twisted more, growing hot at the sight of him. At first, he kept his boxers on, tentatively taking your hand in his.

“We can stop any time,” he promised, softening at your nervous expression. “Think of a traffic light–call out red, and we’ll be done, okay?”

It was a drastic difference from his previous attitude but appreciated nonetheless. “Okay.”

Relieved, he asked quietly, “Color?”

“Green.”

He shot you a small smile before leaning back in, catching your lips in a heated kiss while he guided your hand past his hips. You felt painfully uneducated, but Gerard had no problem helping, his hand over yours as you cupped his tented boxers. He wanted you, or at least his dick did, and you were filled with pride as his erection pressed against your palm.

To his surprise, you pulled off his boxers without a pep talk, anxiety creating a wicked combo with the arousal in your stomach. Again, he left your lips, glancing down at your hand, resting mere inches from his cock. He was already leaking precum and uncomfortably hard, and your unbridled lust did him no favors.

It wasn’t until he had begun to reach blindly for the nightstand did he realize that it would not have protection, unlike his bedroom down the hall. Defeated, he sighed, preparing to awkwardly leave you in the guest room while you waited for a condom, but you didn’t let him get that far.

“Just do it already,” you frowned, watching as he started to explain. “Fuck me raw, Gerard.”

You were a fucking rarity, weren’t you? Unable to stop the low moan that slipped out, Gerard hovered above you once more, holding his cock in his hand as he lined himself up.

“You’re so fucking filthy, baby, you know that? Such a good girl with such a dirty mouth.”

Even if you had been soaked minutes before, wet with slick and saliva, fitting himself inside proved to be a struggle. You were partly convinced that you’d tear in two, nails digging into his back as he gradually eased in, moaning as you clenched around him. God, you were so fucking tight, brand new and all for him, your pretty cunt squeezing his cock so well, already greedily taking the first few inches.

It started out uncomfortable, and the feeling of being so full felt unnatural, trying your best to adjust to his size. He was quieter than you had been, breathing crude curses as he rocked against you, hiding his impatience as he waited for permission to move. He was completely still, but you clung to him with bated breath, exhaling with another, “Please.”

As the word rolled off your tongue, he pushed in fully, groaning as a moan rippled through you. Your face had contorted, eyes screwed shut and brows drawn together, fighting the pain and discomfort as pleasure began to overpower it. Gerard stayed like that for a minute, holding you flush against him before mumbling, “Color?”

“Green.”

You were gradually getting used to the foreign fullness, writhing slightly as you waited for him to move. It was almost more uncomfortable, staying stuffed and still while he peered down at you. With your confirmation though, he gave a quick thrust, gaining motivation as you gave a choked cry. That’s when he began to focus, on anything and everything, his hips rolling as you let out broken sobs.

Gerard could hear every sound you made, hypervigilant as you mewled, listening to the edge of pain that came with each one, and how they started to blur into bliss. He could see your features close up, twisted in pleasure as he thrust into you, sending him into a haze. And fuck, he could feel you–the way you clenched around him, cunt so sweet and tight, wet warmth squeezing his cock with every snap of his hips. Each one came with a loud moan, thick and carnal as they spilled out, his control finally starting to fade. He was a man of his word, and he was going to ruin you.

His thrusts became ruthless, Gerard rocking his hips without restraint, growing closer as you blasphemed. How unholy of you to murmur God’s name in such a setting–had you gone blind to your own sin?

It didn’t make a difference to Gerard, his mind whirling as he fell down a similar spiral. He was taking it from you, innocence and honor, stigmatizing you with each thrust. This was wrong, you were wrong, spreading your legs for a married man and eagerly moaning his name. Gerard was no better, never having fucked his wife with such passion, driven by the image of you, broken, used, and begging for him. Begging for more, for him to stop, for redemption. Begging for an excuse for your actions, an escape–karma would be nasty to the two of you, and he knew it with every stroke. None of that mattered though, not when you were babbling intelligibly, so drunk on his cock that you could barely form words.

“Fuck,” you choked, voice already wrecked. “I’m gonna come, Gerard, please.”

He didn’t change pace, still going at a steady rhythm, albeit rougher. You were so easy to read, from the way your breathing grew erratic, to how you held him tighter, your nails creating dark crescents on his back. The pain was complementary for him, moaning obscenities as your hands raked up his skin. He was in major trouble if his wife saw, but did he really care anymore?

The question was stowed away for later as his hand slid down your stomach, pressing on your abdomen, where you could feel an unbearable tension threatening to crack. Again, his hand shifted, thumb toying with your clit, watching for a tell-tale sign that you were coming.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” he murmured, catching your lips in a sloppy kiss. “Make a mess for me.”

The world seemed to stall when you felt yourself shatter, descending into euphoria as your body went limp. You could barely register the whines that bubbled up in your throat, filling the room with a lewd chorus. Even after you had come, Gerard hadn’t slowed down, staying true to his intentions as thrust with the same fervor.

The oversensitivity hadn’t hit at first, though you struggled to take a full breath as you panted, each attempt ruined by another moan. He knew he should stop–this was out of your expertise, and it was selfish of him to push your limits for his own fantasies. Still, he couldn’t help but continue pounding into you, finally finding the strength to talk.

“Color?” he breathed as his thrusts grew sloppier.

He must’ve fucked you dumb, as you answered on impulse. “Green.”

The moan that slipped past his lips was nothing short of wanton, Gerard unable to catch himself as it tumbled out. You were so fucking hot, still wanting more despite your obvious sensitivity. Who would’ve known that his sweet little neighbor could be such a whore, degrading herself to nothing more than a hole for Gerard’s sick desires?

You wondered the same thing, peering up at him blearily as you looked for answers. It must’ve been something psychological, leaving your mind to fight your body, spent and used, as you thrived on imaginary praise. It hurt, but you were being such a good girl, so sweet and compliant for giving him your body. Tears stung your eyes, streaming down your cheeks one by one, tainted with mascara as you sobbed in his bedsheets. Yet you still needed it, sacrificing yourself for the knowledge that he wanted you.

You swelled with sick pride when his eyes fluttered open, moaning at how wrecked you looked. Stained skin and swollen lips had become a reality, his once distant dreams playing out in real time, and it felt like fucking heaven. He could tell as the tears poured and you bit your lip raw that it was overwhelming, shamefully getting off on your submission. It was the feeling of being buried inside you, thrusting into your tight cunt as you gave him something irreplaceable that made him lose it, feeling his cock twitch as he pulled out.

Gerard reeled at the sight of you, ruined and disheveled as he spilled onto your stomach. This was real, all the guilt and realities catching up as he studied your figure, splayed out and spent. There would be proof of it too–only temporarily, but the hoarseness of your voice and the predictable wobble when you'd walk would be a shameful reminder for days to come. The room seemed to go cold as you laid against the pillows, finally catching your breath while he stared down at you, his lips suddenly meeting yours. Once more, you were both filled with remorse, Gerard’s wedding band scalding your skin with bitter truths as he cupped your cheek.

Underneath a copious amount of guilt, there was still a burning desire–a need for more, for each other, one that he had chosen to ignore. Following in his footsteps, you pushed it down as well, watching as he silently laid down next to you, pulling you into his chest. It wasn’t out of love–it was comfort, the kind that he needed too. You couldn’t change the past, but you could lay in his arms and contemplate the future, beginning to spot the imperfections of your affair. Oh, how quickly the liaison had lost its color, blind to reality only minutes before. Part of you wished he would talk, kick you out or beg you to stay. Only a few moments later, he granted it, his voice quiet as he spoke.

“I’ll be right back,” was all he said, carefully getting up as if the world would shatter otherwise.

The silence was deafening without him, and you had nothing to do other than lay uncomfortably in his guest room, glancing around at the decor that lined the wall. Decor that they had picked out, back when they were happy and faithful, not needing an affair to feel wanted. It takes two to tango, but you were clearly out of place, still fighting nausea when Gerard came back with a washcloth.

Without a sound, he cleaned you up, first your stomach, and then your legs, pressing an occasional kiss to your skin. It was tender, laced with sweet sympathy, each one acting as an odd sort of apology for dragging you into this. You wanted to object, telling him that it was your fault too, but you kept your mouth shut, hands folded and eyes on the ceiling as he finished cleaning up.

You had done a better job after getting home that evening, scrubbing the sins from your skin in the hot shower, but it was impossible to shake the past. Gerard hadn’t spoken much before you left, giving you a final somber kiss in the doorway as he wished that the world would disappear for a moment longer.

But the world still stood tall, and the night had fallen. And his wife had returned home, and their daughter was undoubtedly rambling about her afternoon. And now you were laying in bed, kept awake by your mistakes, wondering if Gerard ever really wanted you. And in the next house over, he stared at the shadows in his bedroom, sharing your struggles.

This wasn’t feasible, but you made him happy. Did he even deserve to be happy anymore? Did he deserve you? The questions were suffocating, impossible and infuriating as he screwed his eyes shut in frustration. Even after hours of thinking, he still couldn’t find the answers, only drawing a single bittersweet conclusion, one that sent another wave of guilt crashing down on him.

At the end of the day, when the remorse caught up and gave him vertigo, you were the only thing that seemed worth it. Time stilled for a moment, leaving him to lay out his desires, weighing them with harsh realities. His decision wasn’t clear at first–not for a while either, vehemently denying the truth until the clock ticked towards the witching hour. By then, he had turned to watch the stars, standing in his window as his eyes traced the skyline, searching for answers on rooftops and antennas. Only as the moon poured through his window and painted him in epiphany, did he accept his fate.

So he pulled himself from the pane and tucked himself into bed with a woman he didn’t love. And he pressed an apologetic kiss to her forehead, sorry for both his betrayal and the way things could have been. And he rolled over, putting up the act of a faithful husband once more, letting go of the one who really wanted him. And as his eyes fluttered shut, there was only one thing he knew for certain.

Gerard could never have you.

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pairing: modern au!eren x fem!reader word count: 9.4k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, implied stalking, mentions of violence, implied noncon, soulmates au (red string of fate), bully & bad boy eren (pretty sure this is ooc lol), eremika mention, implied jean x reader, implied armin x reader, childhood friends to enemies, bullying, victim-blaming, cheating (soulmate cheating & actual cheating), underaged drinking (18-19 year olds partying & drinking), forced kissing, slight groping, blood mention, all characters are 18+ synopsis: when you were a child, you were told that you'd soon be connected to your soulmate, the partner you'd spend the rest of your life with. however, your hope began to run dry once you've gotten older and gotten over the idea of soulmates, especially when the man that you had to spend your life with forever is eren jaeger. a/n: wanted to try this idea out so i could do a refresher of my mind for the third part of the cacoethes series. hope it's a decent read for y'all, this was kind of a practice exercise so it's kind of a mess lol note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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You were nine years old when it happened.

It was a few months before your ninth birthday when the Jaegers moved into the vacant house right in front of yours, the moving vans occupying the street for quite some time. From the window, you'd watch groups of people haul in boxes and furniture into the home until they finally left. The family had four members, the parents and two sons, one older and one younger.

Your parents told you to try and make friends with that younger son. He was fresh meat after all, he had to be scared of being the new kid on the block. You promised them that you would, that you'd do your best to make him feel comfortable here.

At the time, you were pretty scared to approach the family. The dad —who you learned was a doctor — had a frightening demeanor to him compared to his wife, her eyes kind as she waved at you from across the street whenever you were outside. You've noticed that the older son didn't really look like them, his blond hair a stark comparison to their dark brown hair; you eventually found out that he was the child of the dad's first marriage, rumors from other neighbors said that it was an unhappy one because they didn't "belong" to each other. He had to be at least four or five years older compared to you, so he wasn't interested in chit-chatting with you. When you knocked on the door to invite the younger son to play, he hid behind his mom, his hand gripping at her long skirt. What was fascinating about him that you've noticed first was his teal-green eyes that peeked out from behind when she coaxed him out to meet you.

"Hi! My name is Y/N, it's nice to meet you!" You greeted with a toothy smile, putting your hand out for him to shake.

"Eren." He took your hand and you tugged him out of the doorway to play. From there on out, it was like the two of you were inseparable.

Eren began to open up the more you played with him, seeing a more confident shine to him as the days went by. He'd innocently mess with you a lot, in a teasing and playful manner of course. One time, he found a wriggling earthworm in the rain-soaked dirt from the storm the day before and showed it off, soon chasing after you when he realized that it was scaring you. His mom gave him an earful when she found out about it and you felt really bad, sneaking a pack of gummy worms to him the day after.

He'd get himself in trouble a lot and when there was trouble, he'd always get hurt. If you looked back at it, there wasn't a day where you didn't see him with heaps of bandages attached to his skin or without a bloody nose. He said that he got them from protecting you but there wasn't really any known threats to a little eight year old you. You never questioned it once before, instead thanking him for protecting you like a knight would do for a princess.

You never realized it then that Eren wasn't the knight in your story, the almighty protector of your heart.

The two of you were the best of friends, the partners in crime of Maria Meadows Street. However, you started to hear the neighbors talk about how disappointing it would be if Eren wouldn't end up to be your soulmate. Confused on what that meant, you went to your parents about what that word was.

They sat you down the day before your birthday and explained what soulmates were. They told you that when you turned nine, maybe even ten, you would start to see a red string wrapped around your ring finger. It would be faint — fading in and out from sight — and sometimes there would be a slight tugging whenever you were too far from the one you were destined to. Destiny.

You held onto their words, excited to see that very string fastened around your finger. The thought of soulmates kept you up that night, silly little questions and concepts popping up. Who would they be? What would they be like? Would they like the same things as you? They better like sprinkles and strawberry milk but they better not like onions and brussels sprouts.

When you awoken, you checked your hand immediately, a giddy scream waking up the entire house. A bright red string was tied at the base of your ring finger, the other end of it free-floating in the air. It went through the wall towards the Jaeger household and when you checked outside your window to see how much further it went, it ended up going through their house. Before you could even question where it was going, the string faded from sight, and you went to your parent's bedroom to express your newfound joy about seeing the soulmate string.

The Jaegers were invited to your birthday party of course, but you weren't able to see them come in due to your relatives pulling you around to see how tall you've gotten and whether or not you got the string. It was a wonderful and fun time getting to see them again but your mind never left the thought of playing with Eren before getting to the cake. But you were never able to reach him, too busy catching up with your cousins.

When it was time to blow out the candles, your string popped up again, your eyes following its floating path and landing on the finger of no other than Eren Jaeger. You screamed out that it was him, that he was your soulmate — because what kid wouldn't express their initial surprise out loud — and his face suddenly burned a bright red.

Eren ran out before the happy birthday song started and you chased after him, following him to the secret spot that the two of you found. There was a clearing in the woods that sat behind the neighborhood block, dipping down into a slow-streaming creek; you started sharing it with him when he got in trouble with his mom again a few weeks ago. No one was able to stop either of you as your figures disappeared into the bushes.

You caught up to him, grabbing at the back of his t-shirt and questioning why he suddenly ran away when he started to angrily yell at you. He asked why did you have to tell everyone about it, saying that you made him feel ashamed. You apologized to him, you were just surprised that it was him!

It was meant to be right from the start, right when you held his hand and pulled him out of his house, but he thought otherwise. You tried to convince him to come back with you, but before you realized it, he pushed you into the creek. You landed on a group of stones and he caused your adorably coordinated birthday outfit to get completely soaked and dirtied. Tears started to streak down your face as Eren finally yelled out:

"I don't wanna end up with you! I don't even like you!"

Those words completely shattered your world. You got from the creek and ran home, facing your worried parents completely dirtied and sobbing heavily. Eren didn't come back to his home for a while, you knew that it was because he was going to be in deep trouble, but his parents apologized to yours for his behavior and apologized to you for messing up your party. It wasn't the only thing that Eren messed up.

After that day, you stopped going to the Jaeger house to see him, your string tugging frustratingly. Eren didn't even make the same effort to see you either. His mom went over to your house and asked if you would like to attend his birthday a month after your b-day party, but you politely declined, crying into your pillow afterwards. As quickly as your friendship came, it ended just as fast. His attitude towards you didn't get better either, it had only gotten worse. When school started, the hope that you originally had of him coming back to you started to slowly die out year after year.

He wasn't in the same classes as you luckily for the remainder of elementary school, but he had made two more friends. Mikasa, a shy girl who clung to his side like you had once done, and Armin, a smart boy who seemed too nice to be hanging around someone like him. It was an odd trio but they weren't as nice as they seemed, turning a blind eye whenever Eren started to push you around during recess.

You'd come home with scraped hands and knees, sniffling and trying to hide it from your parents. When the school staff was watching, he'd whisper nasty things to you, things like how much he hated having to be your soulmate and if he could, he would cut the string between the two of you. One time, he told you while pushing you into the blacktop that he wished that the two of you never became friends in the first place. To you back then, that broke your heart completely.

The teachers knew that you and him were soulmates — the town you lived in was small enough to get word around — so they just believed his teasing was just what boys usually do when they have a crush. Why did they ignore the fact that he was hurting you severely?

Middle school wasn't easy either, he treated you even worse than before. He resorted to pulling your hair when you were walking to class, snickering when the force of it nearly made you fall over. He'd trip you, spit at you, make you buy him snacks for him and his friends with the money that was supposed to be for your lunch. He'd threaten you that if you went to counselors or the administration, he'll make your life even more of a living hell. The tiny part of you that still loved him gnawed at your insides but what he was doing to you wasn't right. Because of him, you were never able to make friends. The whole grade knew that Eren was your bully and left you alone, not wanting to be involved with the trouble he was causing.

The bullshit reasoning that he'd tell you was because soulmates were supposed to be willingly take everything the other dishes out. It was stupid, the only thing you've done to him was call out in front of his and your family that he was your soulmate. It wasn't fair. He can't just use that excuse whenever he wants when he always stated that he never wanted to be with you in the first place.

One day in the eighth grade, you had it with his torment. It was in the winter, snow had already built up everywhere. You were walking home all bundled up, he and his lackeys close behind. Trying to ignore Eren's laughing, you quickened your pace until he grabbed your backpack from behind. You told him to let go but he smirked, ripping it off of your back. He rummaged through it while you were held back by Mikasa — she was crazy strong for a thirteen year old — your eyes widening as he suddenly tossed your homework and notebooks into the dirty melted snow.

You don't remember how you got out of Mikasa's hold, your blood running hot as you ran and jumped onto Eren, the two of you falling hard to the ground. When you lifted your fist, you felt your string draw taut as if it was a string of a bow and once it was released, you started to punch his face. The commotion stirred the neighborhood and you had to be torn off of him, screaming about how much you hated his guts and how he treated you like trash. Your knuckles were all bruised up and sore, he ended up with a black eye, a bunch of bruises and open wounds around his face. Those injuries were minute than the pain he caused you for years.

After that, Eren left you alone. The two of you never apologized about what had happened, you knew he wasn't sorry and neither were you. He never went back up to you to make fun of something you were wearing or ask for money for his favorite chips, it was like he was a total stranger. You gladly wanted to keep it that way.

Since Eren stopped bothering you, high school was better. There was finally a peace of mind. You passed though freshman, sophomore, and junior year in flying colors. You were able to make new friends, better ones than him.

One friend was someone that you never thought you'd be friends with. Armin went up to you in junior year, apologizing for how he ignored how Eren treated you. Better late than never, you supposed.

He asked if the two of you could somehow be friends. It bothered you since he was still known to be a part of his clique, so you told him that it would be best if the two of you started as acquaintances. To your surprise, he agreed and respected your wishes. He didn't push much besides sharing class notes and studying tips since he was usually in the same classes as you. He really shouldn't be friends with him, you still didn't understand why he still considered him one when he knew that he was a good-for-nothing asshole.

Otherwise than that, you tried avoiding Eren the minute you stepped foot in the school, taking advanced classes so you wouldn't see those teal-green eyes glaring holes in the back of your head. Going on different paths to class and eating in hidden areas during lunch were more cheap tactics you did to ensure that you'd never see him ever again, and for a long time, it worked. You were happily thriving, unlike him.

It was known that he was the so-called "bad-boy" of Shiganshina High. You've also heard that he was currently dating Mikasa and was an insane partygoer. He got into fights, eventually causing and winning enough of them to be called the "Shiganshina Devil". You knew that his parents had to have constant headaches with the amount of trouble he was getting himself into.

It was truly frightening to see where he had ended himself up at, how your paths diverged immensely. You also heard that he wasn't doing too bad in his classes so they haven't expelled him yet, you could only assume that it was because of his father.

A few more months before the end of the senior year, he was coming out of juvenile detention for the supposed fifth time since being in high school. After years of never seeing him, there he was standing in your ceramics elective class introducing himself. The staff thought a peaceful class would subdue his "violent" tendencies until they make him graduate, but not when you were going to be in it, fate had it out for you.

He looked different, your string tugging as you gawked at him in shock. Eren was taller — back then, you used to be a few centimeters taller and he complained about it when the two of you were still friends — and he was now considerably more muscular under the leather jacket he wore. His brown hair grew out to the point where he tied it back messily in a bun, strands still sticking out in the front of his face. His ears were covered in silver piercings and when he spoke, the glint of a tongue piercing stuck out. Rings wrapped around his long fingers, though his left ring finger was strangely left bare.

He had a tired and bored expression, his eyes wandering the classroom until they met yours. They widened slightly but relaxed after the teacher told him to take the empty seat in the back. The empty seat that just had to be right by you.

Eren sat right next to you, immediate tension growing in the air. You refused to acknowledge him, he would not ruin this for you. He seemed to ignore you as well, twirling around the necklace that hung low against his chest. The teacher was rambling about the best methods in which you should attach the pieces of clay workings together and when you were writing down the notes, in the edges of your vision, you saw teal-green observing you. You bit your tongue, turning your attention back to the teacher.

"You look different." He spoke quietly under his breath, his voice deeper. His tone was bluntly precarious, testing the waters as if you were the threat. You shuffled uncomfortably, the grip on your pencil tightening.

"Right back at you." You muttered, writing once more. If you looked at him right now, you were afraid of what your heart might think when your brain was definitely thinking the opposite. A light chuckle was heard and stupidly, your heart skipped a beat. The reappearance of the red string made your finger twitch, his eyes taking notice.

You almost yelped aloud as he suddenly grabbed your hand, his fingers carefully caressing the area where it was tied. You abruptly recoiled your hand away from him, holding it close to your chest in numb shock. You finally looked at him dumbfounded, seeing a smile grow on his face. That very smile that meant trouble was brewing in his head, how could you ever forget that cruel grin.

"There's my favorite face." What the hell?

The bell rang and you hurriedly gathered your items, getting out of the room before he could catch up with you. You couldn't let him see the flush that grew on your face and you couldn't let him back into your life. On the upside, this class was the only one you were forced to see him in. Just grin and bear with it until graduation.

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"Are you serious!?" Both of your shoulders were suddenly gripped together as you stared at your best friend with a tight-lipped smile.

"Dead serious."

"Dude you're never making it out alive, your soulmate is literally the monster of this school." You pinched the bridge of your nose, annoyance rising the more you thought about Eren.

"It's the only class I see him in Jean, I'll live."

"You might think that but then he'll suddenly shank you from the behind with a piece of hardened clay," He pretended to stab at your side, tickling you instead. "What will I do if my dear friend dies under the hands of the Shinganshina Devil?"

You jokingly rolled your eyes from his dramatics, pulling away from his hands. "Don't say that corny ass title, just call him Eren. And besides, you have Connie and Sasha and Marco to entertain. I'll genuinely be fine. As long as I ignore him, he should leave me alone."

He frowned and you could tell that he was still worried, patting his hands gently. "I promise that if he does give me trouble, I'll go to the office. He doesn't have any power here because of his reputation, they're more likely to believe me than him."

Jean finally let out an exasperated huff and stuck out his pinky in front of you.

"Cross your heart?"

You wrapped yours around his, solidifying the promise.

"Hope to die."

You met Jean in your English class during sophomore year, back then you've only knew him as one of the quarterbacks on the football team. You didn't know much about football in general but he was the one that approached you first at your locker, asking for help on one of the essays that was due in a week.

He told you that you were known as the "smarty-pants" in class so he swallowed his pride because this was the only class he was having trouble in. You laughed at his face — apologizing to him shortly after wiping your tears away — explaining that you thought English was the most basic and easiest subject to get through. His face turned red and he started backing out of the conversation, arguing with you that it was far from easy. You refuted back about how could he mess up the first language he learned, leaving him stunned for a minute, then asking grumpily if you were going to help him or not. Grabbing the paper from his hands, you agreed to assist with the assignment.

From there, you learned that he wasn't just a sport-focused jock, he was authentic and enjoyed art more than football, doing the sport only because his dad made him. He was sweet and funny, dependable when you needed it. He was the shoulder that you needed to cry on those many years ago and soon enough, you confided in him about your soulmate.

Jean let you rant about it, deeply listening about how much suffering you had to go through just because you made an innocent little announcement about how Eren was going to be with you forever. He told you that it wasn't your fault, that you were just a kid, Eren was just a brat that didn't appreciate what he had and consequently took it out on you with his own insecurity. He told you everything that you needed to hear. Your parents and past teachers have always told you that in time, he'd realize that he loved you but there was never any progress. Why give all those hopeless dreams to that little girl?

If there was ever a chance to choose your soulmate, Jean Kirschtein would be the first pick. Whoever he was fated to was surely lucky.

The two of you let go of the pinky promise, his hand dropping down to his side until his eyes suddenly narrowed behind you. He grabbed you and held you to the side of the lockers, as if he was trying to hide you.

"Speak of the devil."

You partially snorted at the joke, turning your head and seeing Eren walking with Mikasa at his side. She had taken a darker gothic look to her when she reached high school, you didn't know whether it was because of her boyfriend's style or just the style she chose to wore. Either way, she still looked scarily good.

"I really can't see how they're still together when he's so shitty." Jean leaned in and whispered in your ear as they passed by.

"She's been like that since elementary school, she's just that in love with him." You whispered back and he made a face.

"Even if she knows that you're his soulmate?" The tug of your string reminded you of the fate you weren't able to change, teeth clenching.

"Soulmate or not, I don't belong to him. And it's not like I'm being cheated on, I'm not going to wait for someone that never liked me in the first place." As you bitterly responded, you watched the two disappear down the hallway, Mikasa kissing his cheek before the doors closed in on them.

If Eren wanted her, it was fine by you. He's established that he'd never love you and that wasn't going to ever change.

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"Horse-boy huh," Eren flicked a piece of balled paper in your direction, landing it right in front of your notebook while you were writing. "Expected better from you."

You promptly ignored him, brushing off the paper ball and trying to focus on your education rather than the nuisance next to you. Jean did not look anything resembling a horse, unless he was poking fun at his athletics. He didn't take your silence kindly however, hearing his tongue click quietly. You could feel his presence lean in close to you, his voice dropping down to a whisper.

"You guys fucking?" If your pencil was wooden, it would've broken from the amount of pressure you were putting on it. What a weirdly personal question to ask someone. And a disgusting one at that, especially towards the person he'd used to knock around for shits and giggles.

You wondered if you said yes, he'd leave you alone but you didn't want Jean get roped into this. Shooting a glare at him, you shrugged him away, going back into writing your notes. You heard a huff from him but he moved away, his clothes shuffling.

The both of you sat quietly for a while until the teacher announced that the final piece will be in partners due to budget cuts, but the partners would be the person you sat next to. Your heart sank deeply into the pit of your stomach and without even looking, you could imagine the smug smirk that his face had.

"Lucky me, at least I’m seated with someone I know."

"You don’t know me," You bluntly stated, irritatingly shoving your notebook into your backpack before the bell rang. "And let's keep it that way. All we will do is talk in this class and do our work, that's it."

Eren watched you get up, a stupid smirk still on his face. He got up and towered over you, his nefarious teal-green stare matching up to your irked glower. Your stomach twisted as you saw your reflection in the color, a cold sweat running down your back. How funny it was that after all these years, part of you was still terrified of him.

"Deny it as much as you like Y/N, there's no one who knows you better than your soulmate."

The bell ringing was like music to your ears and like yesterday, you got out of there as fast as possible. He's so scummy for thinking that he still can use it against you. Opening your phone on the way to your next class, you checked your email to see if any colleges had answered your admissions. They were mostly all out-of-state because you couldn't stand the thought of seeing Eren in any of the in-state ones.

"Y/N! Thank God you came out alive." A body collided into yours, a small oof coming out of you.

"I towld ou I'd be fwine." You replied, words muffled from being crushed into his chest. Jean finally pulled away, jokingly hitting you over the head.

"That doesn't make me worry any less."

A smile grew on your face as he rested a hand on your shoulder, the thoughts of Eren washing away. When the storm dissipated, the sun was always there to dry all the worries away. He was about to walk you to your next class when both your name and Jean's was called out, the dread coming back.

"I thought I wasn't able to catch up with you Y/N, you should try out for track and field." He panted dramatically, hands resting on his knees. Standing back up, he smugly grinned down at you. "Actually you can't anymore huh, since it's our last year in high school."

"What do you want Jaeger?" Jean spoke up for you, pulling your body closer to his protectively by the waist. You hoped that he didn't feel how hard your heart was beating right now. His eyes darted from one to the other, an eyebrow raising as if he put two and two together.

"I wanted to know why you keep hanging around my soulmate." The more he said that, the more of a migraine was forming.

He scoffed in response, rolling his eyes. "As if you can say anything, you're literally going out with Mikasa. Or did you suddenly forget that?"

You felt like you could see the tension between them, sparks of electricity flying off of each other's stares. The more he gets involved, the higher probability he'd end up as his next "meal". That's what you've heard others say about the fights he gets into, as if he was the top carnivore in the food chain.

"Jean, let's just go." Passively tugging at the side of his jersey, his eyes finally tore away from Eren's and the two of you started walking to your next class. Before the doors closed, you took one last glance back at him. He still had the smile and lifted up his left hand, waving at you.

In that moment, a flash of the red string revealed itself. There it was, wrapped around his empty ring finger. The doors closed, red fading away.

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Two months or so passed by after that incident, graduation nearing with every day. Frustratingly, Eren hasn't been attending the ceramics class, which meant that you were alone working on the final project. Not that you mind, this was the best outcome possible but you hated the fact that he just left you to do all the grunt work. There was word that he gotten himself into another fight and that's why he was consistently absent, but you swore that you've been seeing him in the edges of your vision. Even when you weren't at school, there was a familiar feeling that he was right there. Yet, every time you assumed it was him and turned to look, he disappeared like a cloud of smoke.

You had to be losing it, there was no other explanation.

Finally being fed up with it, you approached Armin and asked where Eren was. He told you that he's been attending class the entire time. Every class except yours. Did the blockhead finally realize boundaries or something because he can practice that while attending ceramics. You weren't going to go beg for him to come back; if he wasn't going to come, whatever. That's his grade that he's fucking up.

In better news, Jean told you that a big graduation party was going on in his house after the ceremony — hinting at the fact that none of his parents would be in town — and you gladly took his invitation. You weren't the biggest party-goer in the first place but it would be nice to celebrate the end of your K-12 education. Plus, you haven't celebrated much in over ten years due to what happened with Eren, so it would also be something akin to a commemoration of a new beginning for you.

For the project, you decided to make a teapot with a set of two cups. Someone sat next to you while you were busy forming one of the teacups, your attention to the craft unwavering.

"No hello?" You nearly dropped the clay formation to the floor, your shoulders tensing. You took a slow breath before looking up at the person.

"Eren."

His hand reached over and started playing around with a loosened strand of your hair that you didn't tie up. He wasn't wearing the leather jacket anymore — the late April weather most likely prevented him from using it — and had on a fitted white t-shirt instead. Your eyes wandered to his well-knitted upper arms, seeing layered designs inked into his tan skin. Wow.

You quickly cleared your throat, turning back to your creation before he caught you staring.

"You've been ditching class."

He let out a soft chuckle, shrugging nonchalantly. "I've been busy. I told the staff that they should give me a free period around this time but they denied my request, telling me that my dad had a hand in the decision."

Would that be considered nepotism in Eren's case? His hand left your hair and trailed down your arm, feeling the cool rings slide down your skin. He smoothly grabbed the floral designed teacup from your hand while you were distracted with his touch, pulling it up to his face to observe it.

"I'm working on that, careful!" You scolded in exasperated tone, trying to grab it back from him. He scooted the chair away from you, still looking at the cup.

"You're only making this for our final?"

"My final, you haven't worked on anything since you ditched. And I already finished the teapot." He raised an eyebrow at you, handing it back to you.

"Then I'll do the other cup, that's your plan isn't it?" Eren removed each one of his rings and put them in his bag pocket. He then reached over and grabbed a handful of clay from the block, starting to knead it under his hands.

Wait. How did he know that? Your notes weren't currently out and he definitely hasn't been around you to see what you were making for the class. It could be an accurate guess of course, it wouldn't make sense for a tea set to have only one teacup.

"Fine, but it better look good. I'd rather not settle with a C in a simple art class, thank you very much."

The two of you sat in silence, focused on the project in each other's own hands. The atmosphere was... peaceful? Comfortable? There was still some sort of unease in the air, but there was something tranquil about it, in an odd way.

If you and Eren had never known each other in the past, perhaps there was a chance that the whole soulmate route could've worked out. Would he have ended up differently if you never had that outburst? You couldn't really imagine him alternatively from what he was now, it was difficult to think of him as anything but a bully.

Glancing over at what he was working on, you suddenly felt your heart flutter and string tighten. Eren formed the clay into a heart shape, the cup was still kind of rough in some areas but it was still cute regardless. He picked up a carving tool and started making designs on the side, straying from your intended design but nevermind that. It was nice he was putting in some effort for the final.

You watched him put the tool inside of the cup and carve something inside, settling it down afterwards.

"Done."

"Can I see what you did?" As you reached over, he seized your wrist with one clay-dirtied hand.

"Nope. Are you done with yours?" You sighed and nodded, pulling your hand out of his grip. In a flash, he grabbed yours and started carving inside of it. Internally you were screaming, thinking that he was going to ruin it but he handed it back to you afterwards in one piece. You took a look on the inside and on the bottom of the cup, there were his initials carved in.

E.J.

Irritation bubbled within you. Did he do that as some sort of ploy for credit? You carefully snatched his created cup, peering at the bottom. He didn't stop you, only observing. The original anger soon quickly dissipated, the feeling replaced with a stewing bittersweetness.

Eren wrote in your initials but your last name was a J instead. What was he trying to imply?

"Why did you...?" Speechlessly, you scanned his gaze with a puzzled complexion. What were you searching for, what did you even want to see? There was nothing but that empty teal-green abyss that you've woefully admired for years.

"You're fucking with me again, aren't you?"

You tried to not look as if all of your hope was given up all over again. Instead of physically harassing you, he's resorted to emotional and psychological tricks. Why did that hurt more than getting actually hit? You needed to stop forgetting that Eren was no longer that kid, that same kid you've chased around the hidden creek during the months where you still considered each other as companions.

You got up from your seat to clean off the dried clay from your hands, feeling it crumble and fall away just like the remaining pieces of your heart. You could feel tears well up when you knew it wasn't supposed to, letting out a quiet sigh out. This time around, all you were going to focus on was yourself, graduation, and Jean's party. No more Eren, no more soulmates, no more red string.

Just you.

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"Are you all ready to go absolutely crazy tonight?!"

You winced as the megaphone in Jean's hands blared in your ears, covering up the side of the ear where he was. The crowd cheered just as loudly as he did, Connie playing airhorns on the sound system to hype them up even more. You didn't expect the turnout to be this large but you shouldn't expect anything less from one of the most popular athletic students.

"Then let's make this a night to remember, Shiganshina graduates!" You watched him throw the megaphone in someone else's hands, then jump down from the stage that held the music booth, the crowd enveloping him with excited shouts and screams. You immediately lost him in the wave of people, sighing in amusement. You knew he was going to be fine but you would definitely find him later on clutching for life over a toilet.

Now, where to start your own version of a little celebration? Shoving yourself through, you entered the jam packed house, trying to apologize with every person you passed by. Suddenly, a hand grabbed you and pulled you through the clumped up bodies into a decently spaced out area.

"Armin?" The blond sheepishly smiled, raising a red solo cup as a greeting towards you.

"Thought you weren't the party-girl type."

"I thought you weren't even the type to party. Aren't you someone that only spends time locked up in their room with stacks of books?" He laughed, shaking his head.

"It seems that we both aren't like what we were supposed to be." He grinned and gave you his cup, tapping the kitchen counter to get Marco's attention. He handed him another solo cup, presumably with the same liquid as what he gave to you. You couldn't really tell what it was due to the party lights but when you pulled it up to your mouth, you could smell the scent of a very strong liquor.

Fuck it, why not. This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, might as well get a little fucked up. It'll help you temporarily forget thinking about him all the time.

You took a quick little inhale and started downing the cup. You cringed as the sharp burn of alcohol went down your throat, feeling a little warm afterwards. Crushing the cup in one hand, you looked up at Armin with a crooked, flushed out smile.

"Another please."

Each drink came by in a blur, your mind melting and meshing together. You knew you were currently on the dance floor, probably in the backyard again, strangers' bodies rhythmically clashing into yours. Some loud music Connie put on was incoherently playing and you felt someone place their hands around your waist from behind, a tipsy giggle coming out of you. As you took a glance back, you were not surprised in the slightest on who your sudden dance partner was.

Armin was dancing behind you, a dark red blush already formed on the apples of his cheeks. His blue eyes hazily looked down at you and you turned around, playfully pulling him in towards you by his white button up. His hands never left the curves of your hips, almost barely lifting up your tank top and touching your bare skin. The warmth that was shared between your two drunk bodies was sweltering, the immense tension between each other growing with each sway and laugh.

There were rumors back in school on who his soulmate is. Some say he's Annie's but due to Bertolt being consistently around her, a handful were unconvinced. Very few said that it was Mikasa, another little group spread the joke around that Jean was his soulmate. At this moment, who cared?

Eren had been dating Mikasa for nearly four years, of course they had PDA before. You? You didn't even have your first kiss yet.

One part of you had always wanted to give your first kiss to Jean, but he was too dear for you to lose as a best friend. The other part of you, the little devil on your shoulder, wanted to be petty. To give something that was originally intended for a soulmate to his very best friend, it would be more than enough revenge for you.

Sliding your hand up his body to the curvature of his neck, you pulled him down to your level. You leaned in close to his face, the two of you panting from dancing. You never knew how lovely his blue eyes were as they shined under the colored lights, you were always too afraid too look at him back then.

Armin was the one that made the first move, pressing his lips against yours, his eyes closing as soon as contact was made. You returned his affections, your own eyes closing as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in closer. Through his kiss, you could taste the bitterness of alcohol on his lips. His hands squeezed your hips, a shiver going through your entire body. He was gentle — not pushing for anything more — his soft lips finally leaving yours.

Your heart was beating hard as you gazed upon those eyes of his, swearing up and down that you had instantaneously felt butterflies nervously swirl around in your stomach. If Eren could date others, you can too. What was stopping you besides a flimsy ass string?

"Y/N, I—" Armin paused, his eyes connected with something behind you. They suddenly widened with a particular kind of fear, the red blush of his face immediately draining white. It seemed that he had sobered up, removing his body from yours and backing away in a frightened manner.

"I-I'm so sorry!" What?

He ran off, leaving you confused and with mixed emotions. You couldn't have been that bad at kissing right? Give yourself a break, it was your first kiss after all. Hands made their place on your shoulders, alarms beginning to blare in your head. Before you could turn to see who it was, one hand shot up and wrapped around your mouth while the other quickly went around your waist, forcefully pulling you back.

You struggled hard, trying to fight against the stranger that was kidnapping you but the alcohol in your system made it difficult to do much. The other partygoers seemed to not notice you, either too drunk off their asses or maybe even high off of something.

Without much thought, you began to bite down on the person's fingers as hard as you possibly could. They yelled out in pain and let you go, your body falling to the concrete. You winced as you felt your knees and hands scrape against the coarse rocks. Before you were able to get up, they grabbed your arm and lifted you back up to your feet, slamming you against the wall. A hand pressed one of your shoulders firmly against the textured brick, keeping you trapped.

"Ten years later and you're still a fucking bitch." A chill ran down your entire body, sobering reality hitting like a truck. Those piercing eyes glimmering in the party lights glared down at you coldly, a grimace on his face.

"It takes one to know one," You spat back in reply. "Last time I checked, Jean didn't invite you."

Eren suddenly started laughing, shaking his head. You were stunned in disbelief, he thinks this is some kind of joking matter?

"You think a little paper invite is gonna stop me from coming? God, I don't even know how they let you into the honor roll with that mind of yours."

Your face grew hot and you shoved his hand off of your shoulder. This party was supposed to be your way of forgetting about him. He can't keep showing out the blue right when you were moving on and focusing on better things in your life.

"What do you even want Eren?"

He stopped laughing, his gaze growing more intense as he looked down at you. You suddenly felt like you were shrinking the more he stared down at you in distaste.

"It's a funny story actually, I wanted to get drunk as any other person here but then I saw my whore of a soulmate sucking face with my best friend right in the middle of the crowd," It was your turn to feel the color drain from your own face. "It's really funny, isn't it? She's so desperate for my attention, she'd give her own body to anyone who's asking, even if it's someone like Armin."

You shoved him back, his body colliding into the wooden fence behind him. You were trembling, fists shakily balling up.

"For your information, Armin kissed me first. And you know damn well that you out of all people, have no right to call me a whore. I don't even know where to begin with how much you've treated me like shit either." You started to let loose everything you wanted to say to him, tears welling up and dripping down your cheeks. He stood up, his head down and face unreadable as you continued to chew him out.

"And how fucking dare you! Why still consider me as 'soulmate property' when all you've been doing for years is torture me?!"

Maybe it was the alcohol still circulating in your body that was making you too emotional, but in the first time in forever, you sobbed in front of him. Eren stood quietly as you sniffled, swiping your wrists over your wettened cheeks.

"There's nothing you can fix Eren, this string hasn't done anything but torment us. What ties us together isn't love, it never has been and it never will be." You wanted to go home, he ruined everything as always. The only redemption he'd ever get is that he would never speak to you ever again.

You opened the metal side door of Jean's home and began to walk out when you felt his hands grab your shoulders once more and turn you around. Like clockwork, you balled up your fist and was ready to punch him in the face until he grabbed that very hand's wrist and held it back against the door. You struggled against his grip, eyes wide in shock.

"What are you- Eren! Let me g—"

He interrupted you, his lips slamming onto yours roughly. A dull throbbing pain emerged as his teeth clashed into yours. The back of your head hit the metal door, a resonant clang bouncing off as it was forcibly shut closed. His free hand curled around the dip of your back and pulled your body closer to his.

Eren's tongue forced its way through your mouth, the metal ball rolling around against your tongue. He kissed you as if he was starving, as if it was vital that he had to have you like this. It was completely overwhelming. The shock put you in a hazy daze, your body burning up to a scalding and uncomfortable heat.

Unlike Armin's, he was needily intense. He messily intermingled his saliva with yours, pushing even more deeply into you. It was suffocating, he was suffocating. Through the thickened haze, you felt his hand trail down to the curve of your ass and something solid was slowly rubbing against your thigh, immediate fear coursing through your body.

Without a second to waste, you bit down as hard as you could. Eren cried out in pain in your mouth and pulled away from you, his hand shooting to his face. He removed his hand and you saw a dark liquid dripping down his chin, the taste of iron and a spherical object in your mouth soon coming into realization.

Spitting out whatever was in your mouth into your hand, immediate nausea started to come in waves as you gazed upon it. You felt dizzy and out of breath, your heart wildly beating to the point where it started to ache.

You ignored the squeeze of the string, feeling it tighten till you were sure that circulation had cut off. The two of you shared a look, yours reflected a terrified stare and his... his pupils were blown out with a mortifying desire. A desire that you did not want any part in.

You dropped the piercing and ran, completely horrified to look back.

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You didn't tell anyone what had happened afterwards. You texted Jean that you left after a few drinks and thanked him for the invite, but you neglected to tell him the other bits and pieces. He didn't need to know or else he'd get all worked up about it. You didn't have Armin's phone number but you assumed that his friendship was still intact, occasionally seeing the blond visit the Jaeger household every few days or so. All he will be would be the one that took your first kiss from you.

It was difficult trying not to think about what had occurred in Jean's party. How can you even forget that kind of moment? You didn't even know what Eren wanted from you anymore, did he still hate you or did he finally realize he had feelings for you far too late in life? What a jackass. Technically, he cheated on Mikasa and that made him even more scummier than before. Regardless, you weren't ever going to reciprocate.

There was a particular temptation to smash the cup that Eren made into itty bitty pieces. When the two of you got an A on the final, you told him he could keep his cup. It was only fair after all.

He refused, instead taking the one that you made. You watched him carefully tuck it into his backpack, partially in awe that he actually cared to keep it from breaking. All you were left with was the teapot and his heart-shaped teacup. Instead of throwing it away, you put it on a shelf next to other various trinkets of yours. Now that you were looking at it now, a mix of a melancholy frustration occupied your thoughts.

The weeks after the party, you tried avoiding getting out of the house unless your parents strictly forced you to. Fate had always been against you so if there was even a minute where you were alone, you knew that Eren would mysteriously come along. Your parents just assumed that it was college jitters and you were afraid of leaving home, but unfortunately it was really more than that. It was not their burden to bear — they were already too old to be worrying about soulmate issues — this was your mess and you had to deal with it like an adult.

In better news, the college that you've wanted to go to since junior year graciously accepted your application. Sooner or later, you were flying a few states over for orientation and to check into the apartment that you and your parents found after the acceptance. You got the email mid-June while you were still moping over the party incident, screaming the house awake once more as if it was your ninth birthday.

You told Jean over the phone, the speakers nearly blowing out on his side of the call. The two of you promised to try syncing up breakfast and dinners since you were moving in a city with a separate time zone, and he'd update you on what's happening back in the town. He decided to take a gap year, the sole reason he explained to you was to gain work experience from what his dad was doing. You joked saying that you would be graduating before he would; in response, he told you to piss off and have a safe flight.

You tried having the move be as downlow as possible, making the decision to only bring essentials and anything else that was too big and noticeable would stay at home. It sucked that it had to be this way — you worried that you might leave something important behind — but you didn't want to catch the attention of anyone that wasn't family or friends.

You adjusted the bag on your back, flicking the edge of the orientation pamphlet that was handed over to you before entering the university. The map layout was on the front, other pieces of information were inside, ranging from various major and club booths to scheduled times of educational presentations the university was providing for today. For fun, you were thinking of joining the photography club or one of the book clubs, slinking through the crowd to get to the booths. After checking out the booths, you were going to one of the presentations for your chosen major.

This had to be your most peaceful moment in your life. The air was fresh and everyone was so kind, it was a relief that none of them knew about the person that haunted your very being. He no longer shadowed you, consumed you to the point where your identity was constantly associated with his.

You entered the room that the designated presentation was being held in and settled in the back, getting the full view of the space. No one was inside yet, maybe because you had got here just a little bit too early. It was fine however, it let you quietly observe without looking too weird.

This university was on the slightly older side, the seats were still the big wooden seats that served as a table at the same time with a deflated cushion and one side of the walls had stained glass windows, softly reflecting the colors onto you. It was a charming place, you'd love to attend a class in here.

There was a sound of someone settling down besides you, the seat creaking with age. You wanted to make any friends that were in your major as quickly as possible, miss any opportunity to befriend someone and you'd be lonely and struggling the entire time you'd be here. Turning towards the stranger, you began to extend your hand and greet them, until you fell short on your words when your eyes connected.

"E-eren?"

It couldn't be. It shouldn't be.

How did he know where you were attending? You never told anyone besides Jean and your parents. Jean would never tell anyone, especially him out of all people, and you've begged your parents not to publicly post anything about where you were attending until you graduated. Your jarred confusion must've amused him because a pleased grin started to form on his face, his head resting on his hand as he stared back at you. The glow of the string illuminated the side of his face, malice reflecting off of him.

Those cursed teal-green eyes, a color of a persistent poison with no antidote.

Everything crashed down on you, the world turning upside down. You abruptly stood up, stumbling backwards as you tried to get away. He didn't make a move, only watching you idiotically bumble around. Like a predator stalking its prey, you could tell when he was getting ready to strike. Maybe he had already got you wrapped up in his web, you just never realized it until now.

As you tried to get out of the room, the door handle didn't budge. Terror shot through you and you still tried to open it, tugging and pushing against the wooden door. You cried out in panic, beginning to hit the door with your fists, hopeful that anyone outside would hear you. A few minutes went by and no one came, your luck at an all time low.

Nothing. Nothing you did worked at all.

You finally faced him unwillingly, watching him stick out his tongue. A hand went over your mouth in shock. Nearly from the middle to the tip, there was a healed slit. He moved it and you gasped, his tongue parting in two. Oh God, what the hell happened? Wait... where did the metal ball go?

In that very moment, that very night came back to you in a flash. The taste of blood. The spherical piercing in your mouth. Your stomach churned in horrid disgust.

You did that.

"So..." Eren put away his tongue and got up from his seat, slowly nearing you. You were shaking, the feeling of consciousness slipping away as your heart hammered too fast for everything else in your body to keep up.

"Won't we finish what you've started?"

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Satan's Favorite Coffee Shop

Nsfw content MDNI

Characters: Satan X GN!Reader, Earth!AU

CW: Nipple play, Oral (Giving and receiving,) Penetration (Receiving.) Very romantic. Like, there's not even so much as a kiss for the first third of the story. Reader's gender is not mentioned, ambiguous gentials.

A/N: This is kind of a recurring fantasy of mine. Just meeting some cute, soft boy at a coffee shop who sweeps me off my feet. We all long for the excitement of new love sometimes. Besides I'm weak for a soft boy who loves books and cats. I wanted to write a sort of burgeoning romance. Sorry it's kind of long! I hope you still enjoy it! MC meets Satan at a coffee shop and they quickly fall in love. ~3600 words.

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It was your first time at this coffee shop. It was a beautiful day and one of the first cool days of the year. The brightly shining sun filtered through the vibrant trees outside. A great day to settle down with a book and a cup of coffee.

It’s not long after you find your seat and get a drink before the clingling bells of the door draw your attention to the person walking through it. He’s sharply dressed in a sweater vest with a book tucked beneath his arm. His soft blonde hair gets tousled in the change of pressure between the street and indoors. He has a cute face that looks gentle, yet troubled.

“Satan!” One of the workers greets him as he walks up to the counter. Satan? You think. Is that really his name? You watch him place his order and to your surprise sit across from you. Though he doesn’t say anything, he gives you a pleasant smile. Your heart is already fluttering. You can faintly smell his cologne over the coffee; a pleasant, almost floral scent.

Taking a sip of his coffee, he opens his book: Some 19th century romance novel. It only makes you wonder more about him.

You don’t know what to say, but you know you have to say something. You have to talk to this boy. “So do you come here a lot?” You ask. You only realize what you just said after it comes out of your mouth. Like some kind of stereotypical pickup line. You blush and hope he doesn’t think anything of it.

He looks up, meeting your eyes with his gentle gaze. “It’s my favorite place,” He says with a smile. But there’s something else there. Something hidden deep within. It’s impossible to decipher, but this boy is a sea of emotions.

"Do you always read those kinds of books?" You ask.

"Old books or romantic ones?" He asks. "Both. I read lots of other kinds of books as well."

"What other kinds of books do you like, then?"

"All of them," he laughs.

You sit there across from him and just stare into his radiant green eyes. You wonder if he can tell how lovestruck you are. You're aware of the awkward silence, but by the time you've realized, you've already begun to ask, "did… that person call you Satan?"

He sighs, rolling his eyes and your heart sinks a little. It was a stupid question, one he probably gets a lot. You wonder if you may have shot your chances with him altogether. "It's my name," he says.

"I like it!" You reply.

This brightens him a little. "Well thank you," he says, smiling. "People can be weird about it."

The two of you chat for a while. You talk about hobbies, work, cats, everything. He hardly gets a chance to read with how much you're talking. You hope it's a good sign that he doesn't seem upset at all that he's barely been able to do what he came here to do.

Before you even realize it, the sun has begun to set, and a dazzling marigold hue has settled over the coffee shop. Satan looks out through the window and a sudden jolt runs through him.

"Oh my goodness I didn't notice the time," he says. "I really need to get home."

"Oh," you say subconsciously sticking your lip out in a pout.

"Will you be here again?" He asks.

"If you will," you reply.

"It's a date," he says with a smile. You feel a fluttering in your heart at his utterance of the word 'date.' Suddenly acknowledging the connection you made here today puts a rock in your stomach, but also fills it with butterflies. "Same time tomorrow?" He asks.

"Yeah!" You answer. "I'll see you then!"

He throws a scarf around his neck and starts to walk out. He looks back at you and smiles warmly. You wave to him as the door closes behind with a click and tinny jingle.

You sit there, kicking your feet excitedly as you think fondly of the wonderful day you had talking with Satan, accidentally spending most of the waking day together, even though you were strangers just hours ago.

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You're right back in your spot the next day and you've ordered your coffee as well as Satan's before he even gets there. You're a little early, but the excitement was too much for you. It was impossible to just sit around waiting to see him. Of course there was no guarantee he would even really be there, a thought that put a pit in your stomach. You didn't get his number so if he didn't come you might not ever even see him again.

Obsessively watching the outside, you see him through the windows before you even hear the door. It takes all of your Willpower not to stand and throw your arms around him. You can't help but notice that he hasn't brought a book today.

Of course he's looking as cute or perhaps even more so today. He seems to have taken extra care of his hair and is wearing a very nice sweater vest that compliments his stunning eyes well.

You wave at him and he smiles back at you. He sits down and you push his cup of coffee toward him. "I got you a drink," you say. "It's what you got yesterday."

He smiles as he goes to take the handle and his fingers brush yours as he does. He blushes and so do you, yanking your hand away in surprise and embarrassment. Under the table you shift your legs a little in excitement at his touch.

"Thank you," he says. "For the drink."

"Of course," you say.

There's a lull in the conversation. Suddenly, with stakes to the day, it was much more nerve-wracking than the day before where you were just talking to a (very handsome) stranger. This was a date and that was scarier.

"I brought pictures of my cat," he says, pulling out his phone. You beam as he begins to swipe through his gallery showing you all of the many pictures he'd taken.

With that, the pressure dissipated and suddenly the two of you were talking with ease again. You can hardly shut up around him. Words flow out of you like a faucet. It's so easy talking to him in spite of the fact that he's so eloquent and gorgeous.

He makes sure to cut things before it gets too late this time saying, "I really don't want to leave, but I do need to get home."

"I understand," you reply. "When do you want to meet again?"

"If it's okay with you," he begins, "I'd like to have you over to my house."

Your heart skips a beat. It's kind of serious to be invited over. Is it really okay? In spite of your nerves you blurt out "yes!"

"Okay," he smiles. "Then tomorrow for dinner? Maybe 6:00?"

"It's a date," you say, giggling.

You both stand up from the table and walk out onto the street. There's a sweet smell from the nearby trees and flowers that blends well with Satan's cologne. It's enough to set your heart aflutter, and as you look at him, he's blushing.

"I think I want to kiss you," he says.

You start a bit, crimson blush spreading across your face in an instant. As you regain your composure you look down and kick nervously at the ground, saying, "I'd like that."

He puts a soft finger under your chin and tilts your face up to his. You catch a whiff of old paper from his hands. The wind rushes for a second before falling perfectly still as you lose yourself in those emerald eyes of his. Your heart skips a beat as he leans in and locks his lips to yours. He tastes sweet and a little bitter, like coffee. His lips are surprisingly soft, and they feel amazing against yours. He's passionate, but not too aggressive, acting reserved with his tongue. You melt into him as the world seems to fall away. The sound of wind, people, and vehicles fade to nothing, and all that's left is you and him.

When he pulls away, you're dazed and hardly able to move, let alone think. He smiles, and for the first time you don't see a hint of anything other than happiness in his eyes.

"Tomorrow, right?" He says.

"Y-yeah," you stammer, trying to pull yourself out of the lovestruck daze you're in.

"I'll see you then," He says before placing a quick peck on your cheek and walking away, though the two of you can't help but keep casting gazes back at each other as you walk in opposite directions.

The mere idea of sleep that night is laughable. With memories of that kiss still fluttering about in your head and nervous excitement for the day ahead, all you can do is lay in bed and hope for the best.

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You can hardly contain your excitement as you knock on his door. From inside you can faintly hear some classical music being played. Something sentimental with long, bowed strings.

As he opens the door, the scents of his house wash over you. Delicious cooking, his cologne, and the smell of old paper, like a used bookstore. “Satan!” You exclaim in excitement as you throw your arms around him.

“I’m glad you made it,” He says, holding you close. You rest your head on his chest, nuzzling slightly into his vest.

He steps aside and the two of you walk into the house. It’s warm and inviting with cat trees and book shelves covering nearly every wall.

He takes the time to introduce you to his cats before returning to the kitchen to cook saying, “Dinner’s almost ready.”

You follow him and watch from the doorway as he puts the finishing touches on a delicious looking stew. He catches you staring at him and giggles, smiling back at you. You blush a bit.

“You can sit down if you’d like,” He says, gesturing to the dining room. “I’ll just be another minute.”

You take a seat at the table and notice that the music has stopped. He appears in the other room, opens the record player, and flips the disc. As the music resumes, he is already walking into the dining room with bowls of stew.

“I hope you like it,” He says.

You take a bite and it’s one of the most delicious things you’ve ever tasted. “Oh my god this is delicious,” You say. “How are you so good at everything?”

He laughs. “I’m glad you like it.”

You don’t talk much over dinner, but you still have a hard time keeping your eyes off of him.

When you finish, he stands and takes the bowls to the kitchen, saying, “Why don’t you sit on the couch?”

You get up and as he walks into the room, he hands you a cup of coffee as if to say We won’t be sleeping much tonight anyway. You blush and shake your head, trying to dissipate those dirty thoughts, but it’s not much use. You squirm a little, rubbing your legs together, and hope he doesn’t notice.

“Thank you,” You say, taking the warm mug. He sets his own cup on the table and quickly changes the record over to another gentle, romantic suite.

As he sits next to you on the couch you can’t stop blushing and the butterflies in your stomach won’t stop fluttering. He’s talking, but you’re having a hard time focusing on anything but his lips.

Suddenly, he leans forward to kiss you, running the back of his hand softly against your cheek. As your lips connect he starts to push you a little, kissing a little harder and more passionately than he has before. He lowers you until your back is flat on the couch. His hands trace a path from your arms to your wrists to your hands, linking fingers with you. He pulls away and caresses your cheek again, pushing a lock of hair out of your face.

“I still haven’t shown you my room,” He softly says.

You swallow in excitement. It’s hard to keep up with him. You’re left panting already from the events of the night as he puts your hands on his arms and lifts you by the elbows. Taking your hand, he guides you to a room in the back of the house.

Your heart is pounding as he opens the door. It’s a nice room, dimly lit by a single lamp with a beautiful, large bed sitting against the back wall. A soft and plush comforter is draped over the bed, pulled tight and folded over at the top, giving it a very put-together look.

You turn to him, and he’s already leaning in to kiss you, clasping your cheeks with both hands. He runs his hands from your face, down your chest and to the hem of your shirt. You feel him grab and start to pull up. As the shirt comes over your head, you blush, catching him looking you up and down with some mixture of raw lust and gentle adoration. You grab his sweater vest and pull it over his head before he brings you back into a kiss. You slowly undo each of his shirt buttons, making your way down to his pants. As the last button pops, you push his shirt over his shoulders and it slides off of his arms, onto the floor. You start on his pants button next, and you can’t help but notice how tight his pants have gotten.

You’re getting frantic now, excitement welling up in you as you fumble his pants button. When it pops open you quickly rip the zipper down before grabbing his pants and boxers and tearing them off in one frenzied movement. You feel tingling excitement between your legs as you grip his hard cock and start to stroke it. He moans into your mouth as he removes your pants.

“Satan, I need you,” You say as you pull away and drop down onto your knees. Now at eye-level with his cock, any reservations you had left have melted away. You lean forward and lick the tip, prompting a bead of precum to leak out. Your lips pull his head into your mouth, and you feel him twitch in excitement.

He moans your name and says, “That feels so good.”

You look up at him with pleading eyes as you press on, feeling his length fill your mouth. You enjoy the warm, full feeling of his cock, but especially enjoy his moans. His voice is soft, and his moans escape his mouth with a sort of whimpering shudder that conveys a desperate need for you and only you.

You run your mouth all over his erection, swirling your tongue around the tip and sticking it out when you suck him down to the base. You rub his legs as you go down on him, feeling the capable muscles twitch with each thrust of your head. Running your hands around the back of his legs, up to his ass, then to his strong back. You pull him into you, feeling his cock press against the back of your throat and he moans out in surprise.

He puts his hands on your arms, signaling you to stand, so you slowly pull off of his cock, your mouth making a popping sound as the suction is broken. He helps you to your feet and guides you to the bed.

You crawl up on the soft bedding and lay on your back with your head on the pillow. He crawls over you, panting in excitement. He looks at you like he wants to eat you. A ferocious, feral kind of desire lingers in his eyes as he leans in to kiss you, running his hands over every inch of your body. His hands seek you out in clingy, desperate motions as your tongue flicks against his.

He moves away from your lips and begins to nibble on your ear. His breath hitches as you reach down and stroke his cock a little. He moans in your ear and says “I’ve wanted you since I first saw you in that coffee shop.”

You giggle and squeeze him gently, “I wanted you more.”

He moans and kisses down your neck, making his way to your chest and gradually to your nipples. He encloses your nipple in his warm mouth and flicks his tongue against it vigorously, pinching the other gently between his finger and thumb. You moan, the tingling in your chest spreading downward to other regions.

He moves down to your tummy, kissing every inch of you. He treats your body as sacred, worshiping you. The way he touches you, looks at you… It’s like you’re the most blindingly radiant thing he’s ever seen. At times he holds you like a priceless, rare book that could fall apart at the slightest touch, and at others he just wants to squeeze and grope you.

It’s not long before he moves down to your legs and you’re already squirming, rubbing your legs together, and arching your back. He kisses up and down your legs. The tops at first, then drifting to the soft and sensitive inner thighs. Each wet, passionate kiss leaves a trail to your most sensitive spot, before stopping and moving to the other side. As he gets closer he bites softly on your fleshy inner thigh causing you to yelp in surprise and excitement. You feel a throbbing in your genitals just in time for him to bury his head between your legs.

Your back arches and you let out one long whiny moan as he finally makes contact with his tongue. He licks up and down, appreciating every part of you while you writhe at each flick of his tongue. He’s as good as he is passionate. You can’t help but reach down and play with his hair. His soft locks feel as soft as air between your fingers. You feel him shudder between your legs as you continue to run your hands through his hair and squeeze his cheeks between your thighs.

You remove one hand from his hair to clutch the sheets. He takes your curled fingers and undoes them to link fingers with you. You can hardly take it anymore, moaning and twitching in rapidly increasing pitch and frequency. He keeps going at the same pace, knowing that you’re close and after a matter of seconds you let out one long, shuddering moan as waves of pleasure wash over you. You tremble underneath him, squeezing his hand and gripping his hair tightly in a clenched fist.

As the orgasm passes over you, you release his hair and before you even realize, he’s already crawled over you, coming face to face. His arms sit on either side of your head as he stares into you with those beautiful, mossy eyes of his. He leans in for a quick kiss. At the same time, he feels down at your entrance and positions his cock there. “Are you ready?” He asks through haggard breath.

You nod and he presses slowly into you. Biting your lip, you hold back an especially loud moan as his cock slides into you. You feel yourself clench around the base of his cock as he presses all the way in. His length fills you completely, pressing against your walls.

When he starts to thrust it’s almost too much. He starts slowly at first, feeling him slide in and out, you can already feel an orgasm building back up. It’s when he starts to thrust harder that you can’t hold it in anymore. Loud moans that could be misinterpreted as screams by an outside observer erupt from your mouth as he rails you.

“Satan,” You moan. “You feel so good.” It comes out in bursts and moans as each thrust sends a vibration through your body.

He smiles as he grunts with each thrust. Beads of sweat are building up on his forehead with how intensely he’s fucking you. You’re getting closer with each thrust and as a bead of sweat falls from his nose, landing on your lips, you know you can’t take much more. The salty, sweet taste of him puts you right up to the edge and you moan “I’m going to cum again.”

“Me too,” He says. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, he kisses you, thrusting into you a few more times, hard. You let a squeaky, orgasmic moan out into his mouth as you start to cum. Feeling his cock pulse pushes you over the edge, as a swell of hot cum flows from his throbbing length. The kiss only enhances the orgasm and you ride it for longer than expected as he pushes his load into you.

You hold the kiss for a while, the two of you locked in bliss. You feel his cock start to soften before he even starts to pull out. When he’s out you can feel his cum spill out from your twitching insides. He pushes it back inside with his fingers before laying down next to you on his back.

“Oh my god that was amazing,” You say.

“Yeah,” He pants. He kisses you again before you lay your head on his still sweat-damp chest. You moan softly, simply enjoying the feeling of his skin against yours. You can feel your eyelids getting heavy as you lay there. He runs his fingers through your hair, and before you know it, you’re asleep.

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thatoddgent · 1 year

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Sweetheart [Part One] (Aether x Fem!Reader)

A/N: So sorry that this is late! I had to help out making some gifts for family, and by the time I was done my boyfriend was home from work and I wanted to spend some time together. I really hope that you guys enjoy this nonetheless, and part two is up here :))

Genre: Fluff, lovey dovey romantic loners.

Warnings: None! Just a cute little story for Valentine's Day, anything overly mature is going to be in part two, so this is 100% sfw. Not proof read though so be wary of errors.

Today started off fine, waking up alongside all of the siblings of the church to the sound of bells, much like every other day.

The routine you've followed for a few years now is carried out the same as always. Waking up, brushing your hair and tucking it into your veil - leaving your bangs out in the same fashion that had become popular with the other, younger, sisters in the ministry. Dressing in your habit and slipping on your shoes, you take a glance to the mirror to make sure that you look presentable.

Once satisfied, you make your way out of your bedroom and into the hall, only to be met with more commotion than normal. Younger members of the Clergy run around feverishly, arms full of flowers and gifts alike. Older staff attempt to rally them together and stop the needless noise, but soon realize that any attempt would be in vain.

After taking in everything happening around you, you stand and think for a moment, and it dawns on you.

It's the fourteenth.

You groan a bit to yourself, it's not that you didn't enjoy the holiday, but because the younger folks were so obsessed with the thought of confessing and - let's be honest here - getting someone in their bed, it left a lot of the responsibilities and preparations on the more experienced.

In the midst of the mayhem, a small figure makes her way over to you. Marjory, one of the sisters that you're better acquainted with, throws a smile your way.

"What I wouldn't give to be that young again, now we get stuck with the chores."

You let out a soft laugh.

"I know right? We aren't even that old, but all of this makes me feel like I'm days from meeting his majesty!"

You two chuckle a bit and continue chatting, starting to walk to the kitchens to see if you can offer any help. While you walk, you can't help but ask what she has planned for later.

"So Marjory, rumor has it that a special someone might have made their way into your life? I never thought of you as the kind of person to have secrets! And to keep them from me? For shame."

A small blush makes its way onto her face, a a sheepish smile is plastered ear to ear.

"Oh! I guess you really can't keep secrets in this place. It's just a boy, well obviously... You know the one that's been helping me out when it's my day to do laundry?"

Your mouth hung open for a minute and you started laughing, a wide smile resting on your face.

"You sly little minx!" You playfully punch her shoulder. "I can't believe I didn't think of that, and I can't believe you got with him, you two are so cute together!"

Marjory's blush deepens and her gaze turns to the floor. You start to ask more about her little lover boy until you both notice that you've arrived at the kitchen. You pause on the conversation to ask what all needs to be done in preparation for the celebration and help each other to get started, deciding that centerpieces should be done up first.

"So," Marjory looks at you from over her vase. "What about you? Everyone knows that a certain somebody has been crushing on you."

Your hands pause for a moment, and you give her a quick side eye before resuming preparing the flowers you were working on.

"Well I..." You can feel your face begin to heat up as thoughts fill up your head. "I don't have the darndest idea what you're talking about."

You hear a scoff from the doorway of the room, as another fellow sister of sin makes her way beside you. You recognize her, you two aren't super close but you've been partnered for cleaning duties a time or two.

"And just what are you doing here Liza? I thought you always said that it's rude to eavesdrop."

She snickers and sits down next to Marjory, grabbing a vase of her own to work on, her gaze meets your own.

"Only when it's my conversation getting listened in on, and I'd say lying is an even worser sin. We all know."

Her teasing voice fills you with a bit of uneasiness. You had recently been tasked to assist Papa himself prepare his suit for the banquet that was to be hosted later today, as well as making sure all of the ghouls had their outfits in line.

You had been around Papa’s ghouls before, but this was probably the first time you talked to all of them and held a decent conversation. They were definitely an interesting bunch, and you can tell how close everyone is, but one ghoul especially caught your gaze.

You two talked, laughed, and maybe flirted a bit with one another while you took his measurements, he was so charming you honestly couldn’t help yourself. After that day, you each made sure to wave when you passed in the halls, or some days he would visit you during your duties.

“Oh yeah, you’ve got it bad,” the both of them giggle. “Look how red your face is!”

You simply huff in response, turning your head back down to face the single flower in your hand, twirling it around by the stem.

“I guess I wouldn’t mind it… If he asked.”

Obnoxious squeals erupt from the two girls in front you, and here you thought you were supposed to be the older and more mature.

You roll your eyes, and a few of the elderly sisters chuckle at the display of excitement. It really wouldn’t be all that bad if he ask, in fact, a part of you hoped he would.

Most people invite dates to the banquet, everyone eats and shared stories, laughing and having fun with those closest to them, and at the end of the night that’s when it really starts. Everyone know that the after party is when things get going, the staff start cleaning the dining hall which leaves all of the youth of the Clergy to lose their minds with little to no supervision.

It doesn’t get overly crazy, but slow dances turn sensual and people drink a little more than they probably should be. You’re not really one for huge parties like that, but maybe going with a date will make it different.

Marjory and Liza begin a conversation of their own while you all work, you keep to yourself and try to actually get some work done. You finish up the centerpiece that you were touching up and stand from your seat.

"I'm gonna go and tend to the garden, I'm sure that there's at least a couple people running rampant around there, and I'd hate for any plants to be damaged!"

Liza laughs at you, obviously knowing it's just an excuse to leave. Shuffling away from the table, you start walking to the garden with a head full of different thoughts.

There was always possibility that Aether might actually want to spend the day with you, but what if it was just casual flirting, what if he only sees you as a friend?

You sigh in and attempt to think of other things, but you can help but let your mind wander back to him. Couple cover the halls, holding hands and exchanging gifts, in your years of belonging to the Ministry you’ve never been a part of that side of things.

You open the double doors that lead outside to the garden and, surprisingly, there aren’t that many people out here. It seems more like people like you, hopeless romantics waiting for someone.

Making your way to the storage shed in the back of the land, you find a small knife to trim dead leaves and a watering can to get the poor little plants some water. You take your supplies and start to tend to a few of the flowers first, taking in the details of the garden in a way you never really took the time to.

The smells of the different plants wafted to your nose, and soon the sweet flowers were the only thing on your mind. It was actually sort of interesting, looking at all of them, all different colors and shapes. While you trimmed thorns and leaves, you brought your fingers to touch their petals, some were velvety, other smooth, even some of their leaves has different textures.

Distracted by the beauty in front of you, you didn't notice the presence that was drawing near behind you. It was until you heard the booted steps and saw the shadow of the visitor draft over your own that you realized you weren't alone. Standing up straight and turning your head, you meet the masked face of the one ghoul that had been troubling you all morning.

"Good morning Aether!"

You greeted him in a soft voice, no matter how comfortable he made you feel with him, you can't help but feel a little bit shy when those butterflies begin to form.

"Good morning, (y/n), I hope you've been doing alright."

You nodded in response, averting your gaze back to the flowers that you had abandoned.

"I'm well, just caught up in today's festivities I suppose, someone has to get things done around here."

He chuckles. Satanus, that laugh, so deep and hearty, it could probably cure anything that ails you.

Your hold on the knife in your hands tightens and your face begins to heat up. Why did he have to show up now? You had just gotten him out of your head and now he's in front of you, he's like the plague and you're the unlucky victim. But oh what a plague to have.

He moves closer to you and leans down to see what your doing, admiring the work that you've done to the small flowers that rest in front of you. He's about head level with you now, letting you just barely see his eyes through his goggles, you can't let yourself look away as you try to make out the shape a little better.

Caught in your thoughts he turns to face you, and you both stare at each other for just a moment. He shoots upward to correct his posture, once again standing above you. A small cough comes from his throat and he looks over at the plants again.

'Of course, I had to be caught up, I've ruined -'

Your thoughts get cut off when he takes your hands in his. It's so small in his grasp, but it feels right. His palms and the pads of his fingers are calloused, you never really noticed that until now, when his thumbs rub soft circles into your hands.

"You're taking me... I mean.. I want..." His voice trails off and he sighs, trying to gather his words.

"I would like to, if you'd let, take you as my partner tonight."

Your entire face flares up in an uncomfortable heat, and you almost feel dizzy. You had been dreaming of this all morning, and he's actually asking? You're about ready to pass out, but you can't help but feel a sense of insecurity bubble within you.

"You want to go with me?"

Your voice is hardly above a whisper, like your trying to convince yourself more than trying to ask a question.

"All of the women here... You're the quintessential ghoul, you're a prime example. Why would you want me?"

A stifled chuckle turns into a laugh, a giant smile printing itself on the ghoul's lips, flashing off his fangs and teeth.

"Because," A hand finds its way to your cheek and cups it carefully. "You're more perfect than I could ever wish to be."

Your mouth hangs open just a tad, his words running a muck in your head. You find yourself closing your eyes and leaning into his touch, his cool skin offering a sense of relief to your own. Opening your eyes once more, you look up at him.

He waits anxiously for an answer, you don't think you've ever seen him act like this before. His tail is wrapped tightly around one of his legs, and he's biting his lip in anticipation, so you give him what he's searching for.

"I would love nothing more."

Before you can even register it, you feel his arms wrap around you and lift you from the floor, you squeal and wrap your arms round him, not used to being held like this. He hugs you tightly, holding you as close to him as he can get you. After you calm down a bit, you hug him back and nestle your head down into the crook of his neck, breathing him in and letting yourself drown in the unique scent.

The moment is interrupted by the chiming on church bells, signaling that preparations are completed and everyone is to get themselves ready.

Aether puts you down gently, almost scared that he could break you. The smile hasn't once left his face, except for when he leads your hand to his lips and places a small kiss on your knuckle.

"Until tonight, dolcezza.”

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oneglass-zinfandel · 1 year

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Places I think the demon brothers would take you on a date<3

The obey me brothers take you on dates!

Warnings: mention of suggestive themes

Lucifer

Probably a cafe or fancy restaurant

I think he would want to treat you to some nice food and drinks while chatting

Also would wear his human outfit if you asked him or complimented him in it

After would take you to his room

(You can take that in a smut way if you want ;) )

He likes relaxing dates so if you were to be so kind he would gladly except a massage from you (you did it as a thank you for the food)

Would make you sit in his lap and cuddle before the date ends

Mammon

Shopping

He may be greedy but he will spend money on you

Got you some nice outfits and made you do a fashion show for him

Would keep you all to himself after you go home

You would force him to watch a scary movie to see him cling to you

Also would somehow make you join him to prank Lucifer

While getting scolded you held hands behind your backs

Leviathan

Game night!!

You two would cuddle up together (with a bit of struggle since he's a mess from being so close) and play video games

You defiantly played Mart Kart

You also played Stardew Valley together if that's a game you enjoy

After you would watch some anime

You probably convinced him to watch your favorite anime

Also ranking of kings binge would be amazing

Asmodeus

You would get ready for the date together

The date would start the second the day comes

He is coming to your room and dragging you WITH HIM in a bath

(You probably did sum in there ykwim)

After you would do some skin care

You would also do each others makeup and pick out the outfit

Maybe you can ask him to match?

After you would go shopping or window shopping and ofc taking cute selfies together that he will post to Devilgram

Satan

Library or his room

Probably both

But dates with Satan have two parts

You would go to his room and talk about your favorite books and authors and why you enjoy them, then you would give eachother a book that you own for the other to borrow that you think the other person would enjoy

After you would go to the library and look for books together and pick one to read while sitting next to each other and talking about it

After a week you would meet up again to talk about the books you borrowed from one another

Beelzebub

Baking!!

This was most likely your idea

He would try not to eat the dough or ingredients before you make the final product

You would either make cupcakes or cookies or both?

He wouldn't eat it all, he knows you put in a lot of work into the pastry so, as the gentleman he is,he shares the food with you

You also realized you made a huge mess and don't want to be scolded by Lucifer so you clean up together

It was actually fun to clean with Beel

If you got tired from standing for so long or any other reason he would give you a piggyback ride to his room

You would cuddle while you talk to Beel about your interests, him listening closely

Belphie

Naps?

Of course you can't sleep thru the whole date! You nap with him often anyways

You would be in your room on your bed talking to him about whatever

You would end up painting his nails while he rants about Lucifer

When he starts getting tired you suggest reading him a bed time story

You picked out an old Disney book

"And then the prince kissed her on the lips and she woke up!" - Y/N

"Wait, so your telling me he found a girl at he funeral surrounded by dwarfs and decided to KISS her?" - Belphie

"Uh we'll it broke the curse"

"she was dead."

You would end up going to bed together

Bonus:

I wrote a one shot about the Beel head cannon, click the link if your interested

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mais-nerdy-corner · 2 years

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❝𝕬 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕻𝖆𝖘𝖙❞

Synopsis: Your relationship wasn't working out and you both have decided it is best to separate from each other. On one fateful day, you encountered him just to found out he has taken on another lover.

Pairing: Various x Reader

Genre: Angst, hurt with no comfort, modern AU

Note: I don't have much to say so, hope you enjoy reading this~♡

Unfortunately for you and Xiao, your relationship ended on bad terms. You were probably arguing over something really stupid and you might have said a word that sent him over the edge. Thus he lashed out on you, ending your relationship then and there.

It has been around three months since your break up, and you were sitting on a park bench, re-reading his old sweet messages he used to send in melancholy. Looking back at the few pictures you took on your dates with him, you realized how camera-shy he is. Well, you knew that Xiao doesn't really like being in the spotlight, he values the experience and time spent with you more than the pictures. That's true, but sometimes it makes you want to relive the memory. Now you can't, it was all but a distant memory.

You hung your head low as you leave the park, you could only look at the pavement and your feet. Maybe next time, you should probably do it when the streets are quiet, not when there are people walking from the opposite direction, otherwise you wouldn't have bump into a "stranger".

"Oww, oof, I'm sorry. I should've seen where I was going..."

"...Y/n?"

You immediately looked up to face the person, but this person was no stranger. It was Xiao, your ex-boyfriend who broke up with you almost three months ago.

You both looked at each other in shock. You didn't know what to feel at that moment. Should you be happy to be able to see him again, or should you be disappointed at how he acted back then? The possibilities were endless.

"...Xiao, long time no see. How are you doing?"

Xiao hated the way you talk so formal and cold towards him. But didn't he act the same way to you towards the end of your relationship? Karma is a b*tch, isn't she? What goes around comes around.

"I'm doing fine. What about yo--"

"Xiao!"

Xiao was suddenly interrupted by a call of his name, you heard it too. An unfamiliar voice followed by an unfamiliar figure. A young girl with long dark brown hair came up to him, carrying a bag of food.

"I got us some food from the food truck. Sorry, they don't have the almond tofu you asked for so I got you some-- Wait, who's this?"

Your first impression of her was you think she was a nice girl, reminds you of how you first acted when dating Xiao.

"Chao-xing, this is Y/n. Y/n, this is Chao-xing," Xiao said awkwardly.

"Chao-xing was it? You have a pretty name. Nice to meet you," You said, extending your hand.

"Aww, thanks. Lovely meeting you too, Y/n!"

You chatted for a while, asking how Chao-xing met Xiao, how long they have been dating etc. One of you eventually has to explain to Chao-xing about how you used to date each other.

"Wait, you two would have been a really cute couple. Why did you break up with each other?"

You were stunned, Xiao was too. You both didn't know how to exactly explain the reason behind your break up. Until you spoke up.

"Chao-xing, it's hard to explain where our relationship went wrong. Perhaps we didn't have that much in common, our lack of communication, anything is possible. But one thing that I do know is, I don't want you to make the same mistake as I did. Xiao must have saw something in you, something that I don't have. Whatever this something is, whether you knew about it or not, must be the key to a long lasting relationship. You must know how hard it is just to get close to Xiao, let alone talk to him. You are special, Chao-xing."

They were amazed by what you just said, Xiao even noticed the sincerity in your words. This is what made him fall in love with you, your kindness and gentleness. He feels like he just fell in love with you for the first time, except he has to remember that he is dating Chao-xing, not you.

"Wow, that really means a lot to me. Thank you, Y/n. I actually would like to keep in touch with you. Can I have your phone number?"

Xiao watched as you two exchange numbers with each other. He noticed the sad look on your face when Chao-xing puts in your phone number. Screw that, he noticed that dejected look ever since you bumped into him.

You bid your farewells and turned back, leaving with a heavy heart.

"Oh for the Tsaritsa's sake, Y/n! Can you not be clingy for just one day?! Look, I'm just trying to make us a living. I understand you just want me to rest but-- You know what? I've had enough of this. If you can't stay here my way, then you're more than welcome to leave. Actually, just get out of my house. It's over, Y/n."

Those were the last words Aj̴͚͚̘̟̳͔̯̙͗̐̀̓̔͛͋͊̓̓ͅa̷̢̯̗̥͕̺̤̦̽̽x̴̤͔̪͓̬͈̂̃̏͒͋̚͝---... Tartaglia said to you. A night that was supposed to be like any other night became the night of your break up. He kicked you out so you stayed at a friend's house who kindly took you in.

As you sat on your friend's couch pondering over what went wrong, you started to eliminate several reasons that caused your break up. Clearly, his parents weren't the problem. They didn't reject you for dating their son, in fact they love you to pieces. His younger siblings adored you too.

The problem lies within the very minimal time you spent with Ą̶̨̳̬̳̭̐̆̂͆j̷̗̭̫͂̋̈̈́̇͂̕͠͝ͅ-- Tartaglia. When you wished to spend more time with him, unfortunately he is often very busy with his work. He gave you many expensive gifts instead. As much as you are thankful to be able to receive these gifts from him, you never really wanted them (but you still keep them). All you ever wanted was spending quality time with him.

Days have passed, and you decided to go out for a walk at the park. With (your favorite song) that you listened through your headphones, you were all set and good to go. Until you heard a faint sound of someone warning you.

"Look out!"

If it were not for your fast reflexes, you would've been hit by a frisbee going 100 miles per hour. Soon after, three children came running towards you.

"Oh hey! It's Y/n!"

"Tonia, Anthon and Teucer? What are you guys doing here?"

The three children were Tonia, Anthon and Teucer, Ą̶̨̳̬̳̭̐̆̂͆-- Tartaglia's younger siblings. His parents and his siblings were the main reason why you stayed, they absolutely adored you and you loved them back. They treated like you are a part of their family, even if you're only dating their oldest son/brother. Since your break up, you rarely meet or speak with them.

The four of you sat on a park bench just talking about stuff. You wondered why they were alone playing frisbee at the park and not with him, so you asked them about it.

"So how's your brother doing? And why did he think it's a good idea to leave you guys unsupervised?"

No one answered, they all stayed silent. Because of this, you knew there must be something wrong with him. But you waited until they were willing to give you an answer.

"He seems like a whole nother person ever since he broke up with you. I think he really regretted his decision, Y/n," Anthon spoke up.

"Oh, I see..." You paused for a moment before asking, "Well, where is he then?"

Tonia gently grabbed your hand before confessing, "There's something you need to know about my brother, Y/n. He has a new girlfriend and she's--"

"She's bad!"

Teucer's interruption shocked you, Tonia and Anthon. Not only was it sudden, but he was also holding back tears. Your immediate response was to pull the young boy into a hug. Once he felt safe in your arms, he did not hesitate to let it all out.

As you tried to calm Teucer down, Tonia pick up where she left off. "His new girlfriend's name is Anfisa and she's... she's taking advantage of him, Y/n. It was clear from the start that she's just dating my brother for his wealth. Mama and papa never approve their relationship, but he continued to date her anyways."

"A-and... Whenever I wanted to spend time with my brother, she would always shoo me away! Saying mean things like 'Stop disturbing me, you little' something like that..." Teucer said.

"She straight up stinks," Anthon retorted.

The one thing you wish if you were to break up is that his future significant other will love his siblings and family just as much as you did. Instead, your worst nightmare came true. Anfisa did not replace you in that role, she never did.

"How about we stop talking about unpleasant things and talk about something else? Does anyone have any plans for tomorrow?"

"No..." "Not really..." "What are you planning, Y/n?"

You giggled. "Well, it just so happens that I have a spare ticket fo--"

"For the new movie premiering tomorrow?!"

It seems like Tonia couldn't contain her excitement the moment you mentioned the spare ticket. They seem to have forgotten about the unpleasant things you talked about earlier, which is good.

"Correct! My friend and I were actually going to go see this movie, but they suddenly got wrapped up in a college assignment. So who is the lucky sibling who gets to see this movie with me?"

"How about Tonia? She seems pretty pumped up about it earlier," Anthon commented.

"Don't point this at me...! What about Teucer? Wasn't he upset earlier?" Tonia protested.

"Actually, I feel much better now that Y/n is here. And I'll feel even better if sister Tonia will join Y/n to watch the movie. I had a lot of fun when big brother was still dating Y/n, so now it's your turn to have fun," Teucer said.

Your heart melted witnessing this cute sibling interaction. This is what makes them so lovable.

"I'll make sure to ask your parents' permission. No need to worry about it."

So the following afternoon, Tonia, Anthon and Teucer picked you up in their family car with their parents. As well as taking you and Tonia to the movies, they'll dine out.

"Have fun, my dear Tonia. We're going to have dinner at a restaurant with your younger brothers, can I get you something?"

"You already know all of my favorite foods. So, surprise me!" Tonia said.

"Okay, and anything for you Y/n?"

"It's up to you, Auntie. Trust me, I'm not a picky eater."

"Here's some money for Tonia's needs. I'll pick you up when the movie is over. Please call me when it's time, Y/n."

After watching their car drive away, you and Tonia bought the snacks they were selling at the cinema and went into the designated room. And you had such a blast.

After the movie is over, you called Tonia's parents and waited outside. Tonia noticed a convenience store nearby and asked you if she can buy some snacks.

"Are you not satisfied with the snacks we ate earlier? You're going to spoil your dinner, young lady."

"The snacks are not for today, I just want to have some in the cupboard. I also want to share them with my brothers," Tonia made an excuse.

"Alright alright, here's the rest of the money your mother gave. Try not to go overbudget and be careful with strangers."

"I already know, thanks for reminding me."

You watched as Tonia happily skipped towards the store. You thought to yourself, "What an angel Tonia is." You were so busy with your thoughts that you didn't even notice the person beside you.

"Y/n?"

You quickly turned your head to look at the person next to you, and you shouldn't have done that because it was your ex-boyfriend, Tartaglia.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"O-oh... uhm... Childe, hi. I was here... watching a movie."

Tartaglia was taken aback by how formal you addressed him. After all the things you've been through, you didn't know how to properly address him. Should you call him by his real name or...?

"Wait, so if you're watching a movie... who were you--"

He suddenly stopped talking when you both heard the sound of heels click-clacked on the sidewalk. A young woman wearing extravagant clothing carrying shopping bags from the nearby designer brand store, she must be Anfisa.

"Hey babe, I bought the pair of shoes I wanted. I also-- wait, who's this?"

"Well Anfisa, I would like you to meet--"

"Hold on, you look kind of familiar. Where have I seen you before? Oh wait, you must be his ex! I saw one of your pictures with him on his phone!"

"Wait, you did...?"

Gosh, your nightmares is become more real. Not only Anfisa didn't replace your role of loving his family, she is also a gold digger. Someone you hope is not his next lover.

"So, how did you guys meet?"

You asked the question in hopes of not making the situation more awkward. And surprisingly, Anfisa didn't hold back.

"I saw him when I was waiting for my friends at the mall, he was standing in front of a designer brand store. I thought he was pretty handsome so I asked him for his number. But instead he asked me to be his girlfriend right then and there. And of course I said yes! He then gave me the bag he was carrying, inside was a pair of custom shoes. They're not really my style and it strangely has the name 'Y/n' on it, huh must have belong to his family that I don't know of. I still keep it in my closet regardless."

Wait, a custom pair of shoes... with the name 'Y/n' on it? Did... did he really bought you some--

"Y/n!"

This voice...! Oh no, Tonia's back!

"Brother Ajax..."

"T-tonia... So you went to watch the movie with Y--"

"Ugh, you brat! Haven't I told you and your pesky brothers to stay the heck away from me?! Looks like I need to teach you a lesson so that silly little brain of yours will remember it, for sure!"

Anfisa raised her hand and was about to strike poor Tonia. Luckily you quickly grasped her wrist and threw her hand back.

"Keep your filthy hand away from her. You have no right to speak to her that way."

Not long after that, the sound of footsteps was heard and it turned out to be his mother. She had witnessed what just happened, putting on a disappointed look on her face.

"Mama..."

His mother didn't say anything to her eldest son. She just led you and Tonia back to their family car and left him there, alone and full of guilt.

The last time you talked to Kaeya was when you found out he was dating others behind your back. You thought once you start dating him, his playboy behavior would disappear. But you were dead wrong.

To forget about your bitter break up, you beat yourself up with college assignments. Sure it's tiring, but along with it you found a place where you can call it your safe place. "Angel's Share", a rustic style pub that is coincidentally owned by your ex's brother, Diluc Ragnvindr.

After another exhausting day of lectures from your professor, you decided to go to Angel's Share to relax and maybe review the material that was given. To your surprise, not only Charles was there, but Diluc was also there.

"Diluc, what are you doing here? I thought you only come when the pub is busy. From what I can see, there doesn't seem to be too many people here."

"Hah, I simply thought that I need to oversee today's work shift. I have no other particular reason," he said.

"Alright then, suit yourself. An order of Berry & Mint Burst please, Charles."

"You got it, Y/n!"

You took out your book and stationery after ordering your drink. Diluc suddenly approached Charles and whispered something to his ear. He then decided to strike up a conversation.

"I know I don't do idle chit-chat, but how was your day? I trust that your professor isn't giving you a hard time, is he?"

"No, not at all! Fortunately my professor is a good person, I just want to review the material he gave."

Meanwhile from one corner of the room, a man with navy-blue hair surrounded by girls payed close attention to your conversation. He hated how intimate sounding the way his brother talked to you.

"What's on your mind, handsome? Don't tell me that you're still thinking about your ex?"

"Aren't you glad we're here?"

"Of course not. I can assure you that I'm not thinking about my ex. I'm more than happy you ladies are here," he blatantly lied.

Your order of Berry & Mint Burst has been received along with a dish you didn't order.

"Moon Pie? Wait a second, I didn't order this."

"Of course you didn't order it, think of it as a gift from me for doing well in college. As for your drink, it's on the house," Diluc said.

"Aww, Diluc. You can't be doing this, it's too nice of you. Angel's Share just lost some money because of me."

"I don't care how much money Angel's Share loses because of you. What I care about is you and your well-being. After how badly Kaeya treated you towards the end of your relationship, I beat myself up for even letting you enter a relationship with him. What I want to give you now is the treatment you deserved."

(time skip brought to you by le author :P)

It's getting late and probably time for you to head home. Diluc insisted on walking you out and taking you home, so you didn't refuse his offer. Just when you were heading to the car, a familiar voice was heard from behind.

"Have you had fun talking to my partner, Diluc?"

It was Kaeya. His voice sends shiver down your spine, this voice belongs to the same man who has hurt your feelings. Why was he there, standing behind you? You're not even ready to face him.

"Huh, your partner? Last time I checked you left Y/n to have fun with someone else. Why bother coming back to them now?" Diluc retorted.

Kaeya knew what Diluc said was right, but his jealousy got the better of him. He cheated on you, yet he still wants you. Was he that afraid of commitment or...?

"I’ve grown and am willing to change, Y/n. I miss you, and I can’t stop thinking about you. I respect your feelings. If I were in your place, I would have done the same. But no one can replace you. I want to make things right for us. Can we start all over again?"

You turned around, eyes wide and mouth agape slightly. Is he for real? Or is this one of his lies again?

"Nonsense! How dare you ask them to come back even after you hurt them? Are you out of your damn mind, Kaeya?!"

Uh-oh, Diluc's getting angy

"Diluc, I'm asking this nicely. I just want to make things right for us."

"Why you--"

Diluc was about to punch Kaeya in face if it were not for Charles stopping the fight.

"Gentlemen, please stop this fight, yeah? We wouldn't want people to call the police on us," Charles said as he spread his arms separating the two.

Charles then offered to drive you and Diluc home, leaving Kaeya alone in front of Angel's Share.

[Author's Note]: As someone who has never been into a relationship, Google has helped me a lot writing this. So thank you :3

Published on: August 31st 2022

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