#probably right before he exchanged the whiskey for a puppy

[eremiie]

blame it on the whiskey;

❥ 12k words | nsfw | eren x reader

❥ you and your closest friends get together for a sleepover, but there’s one issue— eren jaeger is there, but you have to stick it through for the rest of your friends.

❥ content: alcohol use, overstimulation, choking, slapping, biting, scratching, dirty talk, degradation, teasing, orgasm denial, barebacking, cum play (?), spitting

"i literally just don't understand why he's here." your complaining was filling the small kitchen, you body propped up on the island seated in the middle of the room. "i mean he's just so annoying.. i don't understand you guys, y'all-"

"listen, ___, babe, you just need to relax." hitch cut you off, strutting into the kitchen then placing her arms at your bare shoulders, fixing the straps on your tank top as she spoke. "eren is not even that bad, and he's cute! we're gonna get you drunk tonight so you don't even have to think twice about him." she runs her hand down your waist and fixed the hem of your shirt before walking towards jean, reaching around him for a bottle of whiskey, pouring herself a shot with her glass before waving her way out of the kitchen, back towards the living room.

"i don't even know why you let him bother you that much, ____." jean huffs, pouring the rest of the chips into the bowl, connie pulling sasha away before she could try to grab it. "wait until i bring it to the living room, sasha!" he hisses, passing the bowl to you to hold.

"i don't! he argues with me over everything. it's so annoying. i swear i mind my business, and then he just butts in with his smart ass mouth. connie's usually there, right connie?" connie turns towards you with a confused expression on his face, stopping his slight wrestle with sasha, irritation spread across her face at the way he was restricting her from eating the snacks for the sleepover.

it was your last year of high school before you were going off to college alongside your friends, well your friend group. you all planned to get together in celebration, hosting a sleepover party, choosing jean's house as the destination while his parents were away. you had no problem with this; however you had a problem with eren jaeger.

during your first couple years the two of you got along quite well. having been so close with connie, sasha and jean you were kind of forced to hang out with eren, mikasa and armin since eren and jean were close as well. the two friend groups along with a couple others spent time well together, all of you constantly hanging out and having fun. both you and eren's personality were too much, you were both temperate and were easy to irritate. your arguments, no matter how small also turned into something big (you always won them though). your mouth was too quick and witty for eren while his was too harsh and rough for you. after a while the arguing turned into shade and pettiness and the two of you let your pride get the best of you, refusing to turn a shoulder towards the other, a newfound "hate" forming between the two of you.

but even after all of this not one person in your friend group could deny the sexual tension between the two of you, prevalent even from the beginning.

it was funny, when you and eren's friendship first blossomed the two of you had the slightest crush on each other. although, neither of you denied it and would never act upon it. the closer you got the more handsy you got, the more flirty you became until you chose to act repulsed upon one another's mere presence in a room after realization hit, which carried on even until now.

"i mean, i don't know, i don't pay attention. everything you guys argue about is stupid anyways." connie's hand was slapped away by sasha and she jumped off the counter.

"jean, please i'll bring it over there, just let me have a couple of pieces." sasha pointed to the small bowl of sour candy, putting on her best puppy dog eyes. jean rolled his eyes and shoved the bowl in her direction. you had to admit, she looked adorable in her onesie. she was matching with connie as well. they both thought it'd be comedic to buy onesies when all of you went to the store for snacks earlier. you took in jean's appearance as well, noticing he was still in his jeans and a t-shirt, how atypical of him.

"connie carry the drinks, and ____,"

you narrowed your eyes at jean with a pout at his lack of understanding upon your situation as he came over with his arms crossed over his chest. "it's only one night, and y'all will be gone tomorrow. don't be stupid, we're all friends here so just stay out of each other's way."

"jean,"

"please? i want this night to go as planned, and perfect."

"what's your idea of perfect? getting to suck on mika-"

jean's hand clamped over your mouth anger spanning over his face, his body tilting over to the left to see if anyone was listening from the hallway. "shut the fuck up! no, i want this to be fun for all of us dumbass. if you and jaeger boy are gonna go back and forth like that it'll ruin it for all of us."

"guys hurry up, we're playing never have i ever shot edition!" hitch yelled from the living room.

you licked jean's hand and he quickly pulled it away, grimacing in disgust before wiping your saliva on your bare leg. "yeah, whatever."

you hopped off the counter, adjusting your top for the umpteenth time and pulling down your shorts, walking out the kitchen with jean to set down the bowl of chips on the coffee table in the living room. you scanned the room; on one couch lied historia, connie and sasha with jean beginning to walk over to that corner, to sit on the floor beside the couch, and on the couch parallel lied armin, mikasa and eren who was just now sitting back down, sprawling himself across her lap, taking up almost the full length of the couch causing you to sigh in irritation at the simple action. reiner sat on the floor near historia, and hitch sat on the floor with the bottle of jack daniels seated in front of her, refilling a shot glass and patting the seat next to her for you to sit.

"here, take this shot." she pushed it to your lips once you were seated beside her and you reluctantly downed it, a burn singing your throat.

"hitch, relax, i'm gonna take some shots during the game."

"it's a starting shot, girl." hitch's filled her own glass and took another shot before placing the bottle back down and smiling. "okay so is everyone playing?"

everyone nodded their head with a hesitant nod from armin.

"jaeger sit up, i need a clear view of who's going after who, and with your lazy ass sitting like that i can't tell." hitch snapped her fingers at eren from her spot below him, hitting his leg until he groaned and sat up, scooting backwards until he was upright. he ran a hand through his hair to try and tame the loose hairs in the front of his head but it was no use.

"so we all take turns asking questions, if you can't think of one then we'll just skip you. every single time you have done something you take half a shot." hitch leaned into your ear to speak specifically to you, "cause if it was a whole shot i'm blacking out by the end of this night." she burst out into laughter, jean rolling his eyes at her. "i'm going first!"

"hitch what haven't you done?" connie smirks, crossing his arm. "don't you have to mention something you haven't done?"

hitch waved connie off with a glare. "never have i ever cheated, connie." she emphasized connie's name, her comment mostly directed to him and he returned with a confused look, before he realized she was asking in regards to the game.

no ones fingers went down, hitch letting out a giggle. "so no one takes a half a shot, huh? ______ your turn."

you thought for a second about something you haven't done, before opening your mouth. "never have i ever had a threesome." no fingers went down.

"wow, not even your finger went down hitch." eren's voice spoke, a smirk danced across his face that you wanted to smack off just because. seriously you couldn't put your finger on it, it was something about him that just irritated you so much, and you couldn't pinpoint it either. you'd keep composure for tonight though, for jean.

"shut up eren. jean boy! it's you turn."

"never have i ever kissed a stranger." jean huffed at the pet name given by hitch.

hitch and eren's finger went down and they exchanged glances before starting to laugh. "eren! are you talking about that random girl at that party we went to a couple months ago?" hitch spoke through her laughter when eren nodded his head.

both you and mikasa rolled your eyes and you let out a huff of annoyance, for no particular reason. hitch pour and passed eren half a shot, both of them downing the liquid at the same time before shaking their heads.

"my turn!" connie exclaimed. "never have i ever kissed someone that's the same gender."

"connie you definitely have." eren laughed, clearly enjoying himself.

"why would i say it if i have? i haven't, you probably did! put your finger down!" the boys didn't even acknowledge historia and hitch's fingers going down until reiner spoke.

"it was definitely ymir." he chuckled to historia who put her hand over her face.

"stop!" she squealed out of embarrassment. before taking the shot hitch handed to her.

"my turn!" sasha repeated connie's words, stuffing a couple pieces of candy into her mouth before speaking again, "never have i ever had a one night stand."

a plethora of fingers went down, this included you, jean, eren, hitch, reiner, and historia. "shots, shots, shots, shots!" hitch chanted laughing before filling everyone's cup with half of a shot, sitting back down. "historia, i didn't know you had it in you, and you either _____." she smiled poking your sides causing you to squirm away. "anyways your go, historia."

"okay, um.... never have i ever... sent nudes?" her statement came out more like a question. your finger went down along with jean's, eren's, reiner's and hitch's, who proceeded to fill cups again.

"historia i'm surprised you haven't." hitch filled historia's cup wiggling her eyebrows at her. "i bet yours would be so bomb too, like your so cute and small and your boobs are like perfect-"

"hitch!" historia's hand slapped over her mouth in further embarrassment as she cut hitch off before she could go on any longer.

"reiner, your go."

"never have i ever... dated someone just to make someone else jealous."

jean, hitch, mikasa and eren's finger went down. eren seemingly uncomfortable. "wait, okay let's talk about this one—" hitch spoke. "jean who did you date and who were you trying to make jealous?"

jean let out a puff of slight annoyance. "you don't know her and i'm not saying who i was trying to make jealous."

"why? cause they're in this room?" hitch raised her eyebrow earning a hard glare from jean who didn't deny it, only flipping her off and muttering a "shut up".

"eren how about you?" eren stretched his arms out, the hem of his white shirt rising up to reveal a little bit of his stomach, before he let his hands back down. "uh, it was mina carolina, from school, but i'm not saying who i was trying to make jealous."

"you guys are some pussies," hitch drunk her half shot. "mikasa? im surprised."

"i'm not telling." mikasa simply stated.

"well then what about you, hitch?" you asked.

"two things, none of you guys know who the person i dated was, and anyways he was a bitch, second, i was trying to make marlo jealous, but he didn't fall for it, his sweet ass." she sighed. "i need another shot after that one." you grabbed the bottle before hitch could take another shot, clicking your tongue with a shake of your head.

"marlo? the one that sasha punched that one time we had a party at school last year?" armin asked with a small laugh, remembering the event.

"yup, that marlo. you guys were talking about what i haven't done, what about eren? what hasn't he done?" hitch mumbled.

"i'm sure eren isn't as bad as you, hitch." mikasa spoke in a monotone voice.

"maybe because he doesn't tell you half of the things that he does."

before mikasa could respond back to hitch's snarky comment, eren cut in, "well for starters, never have i ever slept with someone i wasn't attracted to."

"that barely counts, you're attracted to everyone, jaeger." jean said, putting his finger down.

"shut it, horse face."

"seriously? i thought you were gonna say something way more interesting than that." hitch face palmed, putting a finger down then grabbing jean's shot glass to pour him some.

"like you said, there's not much i haven't done." eren smirked looking at his four fingers down before putting up one and flipping hitch off who reciprocated, sticking her tongue out at eren as well.

"don't get cocky, honey. mikasa your turn."

mikasa sat in silence for a moment, thinking about what she could say although she didn't have to think much, she was basically a blushing virgin, her still having all ten fingers up but one. "never have i ever been rejected."

everyone's fingers went down but hitch, historia, armin, sasha, and of course mikasa's. "i'm too hot for that shit," hitch exclaimed before you shoved her finger down.

"stop lying, let's not talk about the countless times you've cried to me over men." you smirked, hitch pushing you away in a jokingly manner, she downed her shot and poured you one as well.

"armin, your turn baby."

"well," armin fiddled with his fingers deep in thought. "um... i've never you know..."

"had sex before?" eren butt in, putting his finger down immediately. armin nodded his head and everyone's fingers went down but armin and mikasa.

the rest of the game went well, jokes thrown around, more lewd questions being asked, and by the end of it eren, jean and hitch had all their fingers down, essentially losing the game. hitch was the first one out though, clearly drunk by her demeanor.

you got up to use the restroom unannounced, the alcohol filling your bladder, but no one seemed to notice you get up and leave, everyone talking about the game that was just played. you didn't feel particularly drunk, just a little lightheaded when you stood up. you used the bathroom, and began to wash your hands until the door opened outright scaring you, a small shriek coming from your throat until you realized it was eren.

that's when you got upset.

"maybe try knocking on the door first?!" you exclaimed, putting your damp hands on your waist. "what the hell, is wrong with you?"

eren rolled his eyes and looked you up and down. "my bad. you're done though, so excuse me."

you scoffed and crossed your arms in disbelief. "how are you gonna tell me if i'm done or not, i'm in the bathroom. stand out there and wait. you're so rude." you went to the towel rack to dry off your hands then turning around to see eren still standing there. "hello? did you hear me."

eren's eyes came back up to your face and he narrowed his eyes at you. "i'm rude? how? all because i accidentally walked into the bathroom when you were in here?" he raised an eyebrow at you, and you came over to stand in front of him. you didn't miss the way his eyes flickered up and down as he watched you tell him off.

"that's not what i said, i just asked you stand out in the hallway and you literally didn't leave. can i have my privacy? what the fuck?"

"you're literally just washing your hands, stop making it a big deal."

"a big deal? im sorry that i want to use the bathroom in peace. fuck off, eren. you're so annoying."

"how am i annoying? you get mad over the stupidest things.. you're overreacting." eren stepped forward, more into the bathroom.

"guys and girls, can you both shut the fuck up?" hitch stumbled towards the bathroom door, stepping in between you and eren. "both of you are being crybabies. all of us can you hear you guys from the fucking living room."

you rested your weight on your left leg, glaring at eren who just bore his eyes into yours. you noticed he was taking the situation lighter than you, not as mad as he usually gets when the two of you argue. maybe he was drunk? you let your eyes trail over his attire, simple sweatpants and a plain shirt of his, with his chain hanging out, resting on his chest. you averted your eyes and turned towards hitch.

"he apologized ____, and eren, knock next time, hun." hitch grabs both you and eren's arms. "let's all just be civil and friendly here, and... let's play body shots!" hitch slurred with a smile.

"i still have to use the bathroom." eren said. he placed his hand at your waist and moved you backwards towards the door until your feet were behind the line that separated the hardwood from the tile. "excuse me," eren said letting go. you wanted to pull away and tell him to get off of you but you were a tad bit embarrassed at the way you overreacted, not to mention you liked the feeling of his warm hands on your cold skin. "i'll come play in a second." he shut the door.

eren tended to himself, using the bathroom as well and then washing his hands, staring at himself in the mirror for a couple minutes. he retied his loosening ponytail, the same couple strands sticking out in the front and then adjusted his shirt and necklace. he shook his head, alcohol buzzing through his veins luckily he wasn't too drunk yet, and was still pretty stable but he knew hitch wouldn't die down on the alcohol, so he was bound to be fairly drunk by the end of the night, despite being a heavyweight. his hands still buzzed from the way they felt on your skin, but he quickly shook the thought away. clearly, it was just the alcohol talking for itself.

right?

you were leaning against jean on the kitchen counter as hitch explained the rules of the next game you guys would play for your entertainment. you were sure it was mostly for hitch's and to keep herself under the influence.  you could only imagine the impounding headache she was going to have, and you could envision yours too. after all you did have a good amount of shots at this point.

hitch sliced the lime into four pieces. "since mikasa and armin aren't playing, we only have to use one lime." she held up the sliced lime. "so remember, salt, shot, and then lime. you have to put the lime in your mouth and hold it there for the other person, okay? so don't pussy out."

you were skeptical about the game. it was just a sexual way to take a shot; you pour salt on a body part, lick it off, take a shot and then suck on the lime. you guessed you were in it for the thrill. "you don't have to play if you don't want to." jean looked down at you from your spot next to him and rubbed your shoulder, watching your demeanor.

"don't encourage her not to play!" hitch shook her head at jean. "we need as many people as possible so we have more players, plus we're all only going once so it doesn't matter." she used the wheel app on her phone to pick a person at random, and pick a body part at random as well.

"it's fine jean, i'm good, i'll play, just a little drunk." you murmured with a small smile, standing up straight.

"historia and," hitch spun the wheel again, seeing what boy it would land on. "and jean! ooooh," she giggled. "let's see what body part." another spin of the wheel and it landed on shoulder.

historia began to tie her hair back and said a small "i'm scared," before giggling as well and propping herself up on the kitchen counter. hitch began to pour the salt on the crevice between her neck and shoulder, historia leaning back in the slightest so the salt wouldn't roll down.

"don't put too much." jean spoke, stepping forward to stand in-front of historia.

jean simply licked up the salt slowly and impassively, holding underneath her shoulders to keep her upright. historia's eyes widened in the slightest and hitch cheered her on until jean let up and grabbed the shot of whiskey next to him downing it in one go. he blinked a couple times letting the alcohol settle before connecting his lips to the lime sat in historia's mouth and sucking on it before making a sour face and pulling away, taking the lime with him before spitting it in the trash. a mantra of claps arose from hitch, sasha, connie and you, everyone chuckling at his last reaction.

"what did it feel like?" hitch asked but didn't let historia answer before going, "i can't wait until my turn, can i just go next?" she spun the wheel from the app and it landed on reiner, her proceeding with her turn, the same thing repeating with her chest, except reiner placing the glass between her breasts, tilting the cup up to drink it when it was time to take the shot. hitch spoke aimlessly, cheering reiner on and adjusting her top afterwards with a giggle. "i'm literally gonna be so drunk!" she exclaimed, although she had to have been the drunkest one in the room already.

"okay, next," with another spin of the wheel hitch's eyes widened as she stared down at her phone before bursting out into laughter and tugging connie by his onesie. "connie look at this shit!" connie glanced over her shoulder before a surprised look danced across his face. you tried watching to see who he would look at to give you a hint of who were the next contenders but he avoided all gazes and held in his laughter, unlike hitch.

"who is it?" you asked out of pure curiosity and slight annoyance, causing hitch's laughter to roar louder. you stood on your tippy toes from your position beside jean to see if you could catch a glimpse of her phone but it was not visible causing you to step down, rolling your eyes.

"____," hitch tried to subside her giggles but they kept up, her clamping her hand over eren's shoulder for support who looked down at her a just as confused expression as you. her phone was faced down to the ground so he couldn't see who's name it landed on either, although his curiosity got the best of him and he grabbed her wrist to see the phone for himself. hitch pulled away hastily but it wasn't fast enough. "chill!" she spoke through her fit.

"and me?" eren questioned. you raised your eyebrow and eyes began to land on you in question of your reaction to the pairing. you weren't sure how to feel. of course eren and you were two ends of a stick and bickered accordingly but you couldn't help but find him attractive. you knew your stubbornness probably wouldn't let him even touch you in the slightest, let alone take a shot off your body, especially with a public audience. you didn't want them to think twice about your dislike for eren.

"i'm not doing it." you huffed, crossing your arms and almost sneering at eren.

"i mean you guys don't have to do it if you don't want to." jean repeated himself like earlier, placing a hand on your shoulder in a brotherly manner. he was still watching for a reaction from you, the only thing giving him a hint was the way your eyebrow twitched, and the questioning glance you were giving eren. hitch rolled her eyes before she grabbed her phone back from him.

"they literally hate each other of course they're not going to do it." connie chimed in.

"yeah, eren you don't have to do this." mikasa added as well quite sternly, hinting to eren that it was best for him not to either way.

eren gave her a side glance before looking at you for any sign. "i mean i'm down. it's just a stupid shot." he avoided eye contact with anybody in the room, his eyes darting around instead while playing with the loose strands of hair in the front of his head. "i couldn't give a fuck." he added, then crossing his arms as well.

"jaeger boy getting bold, huh?" reiner laughed from his position leaning against the cabinets to the side of the kitchen. eren rolled his eyes in response.

"_____ please just do it! it's just a game and it's only one time— you're literally so boring." hitch's words came out muffled, her hand covering her mouth as she spoke. "remember what i told you earlier, you just need to let go tonight. okay, eren is hot too— so just,"

"okay, hitch." you cut her off abruptly not wanting to hear more of her mouth until you realized what you just agreed to. you watched erens eyes widen in the slightest and his upper lip upturn slightly. you hoped you didn't boost his ego, you still hated his guts, you just wanted hitch to stop her rambling.

"what? seriously? get on the island then!" hitch grabbed your hand and you pulled away so you could climb on top of the island counter yourself with a small pout while hitch spun the wheel on her phone until it landed on 'stomach'. she turned the phone towards you then turned it towards eren. "stomach." she said with a smile.

"you guys don't even like each other, how is this happening?" jean mutters, but hitch caught his words and gave him her own roll of her eyes.

"just let it happen, jean, they're both drunk, they'll probably forget about this tomorrow." she whispers back quite loud. you look at her before laying down on your back with a glare, you didn't think you were really that drunk.

eren climbed off of the counter he was sitting on and made his way over to the island. "hopefully you still hate me after this." he snickers before grabbing the hem of your tank top and sliding it up your stomach until it was bundled right under your breasts. you hated the way his touch sent sparks on your skin.

"shut the fuck up and get it over with." you hiss back as he pours the salt over your lower abdomen, using his free hand to pull your shorts down in the slightest so they wouldn't get in the way.

"open up." eren's hand lingered in front of your face with a quarter of a lime for you to hold in your mouth. you glared at him for the umpteenth time and grabbed it with your hand, placing the sour fruit in your mouth to hold with the rest of it jutting out. eren poured himself some of the brown liquid into his shot glass from earlier, setting it down beside him. he didn't even warn you before he dove down right above your pelvic area, his warm tongue singeing your stomach, and you couldn't help but let out the slightest gasp, looking down at eren. one of his hands was pressed against the table the other one placed on your upper stomach, a hold on your shirt to keep it up, but respectfully (or unconsciously) he avoided your boob, his eyes trained on the substance on your stomach. another lick, and another, and another, and you didn't even realize you were biting your lip to keep from embarrassing yourself in front of your comrades. eren let the salt dissolve on his tongue and once no more resided on your stomach he pulled back with a smack of his lips, an unreadable expression on his face before grabbing the shot and downing it in one go quickly, shaking his head back and forth so it could go down smoother. his hands moved down to either side of you before he bent over you and avoided your eyes again, not to mention you did too, while sucking on the lime that was still being held by your lips. your eyes fluttered and you looked at him for a second until he disconnected. the last thing you felt was his upper lip brush against yours, sending a tingly feeling up your spine.

you sat up abruptly, bumping eren's head in the process causing him to grimace at you and stand up straight. you hopped off the table and pulled your shirt down, hitch grabbing your arm and pulling you into her grip. "you did so good, o-m-g. yay for alcohol, it's bringing my friends together!" she laughed as you pulled away from her and rolled your eyes, crossing your arms and crossing the kitchen to grab a paper towel, wiping at your stomach.

"yay for alcohol!" sasha repeats with a giggle clapping her hands causing connie, hitch and the rest besides mikasa and jean to join along.

"i didn't think she'd actually do it." historia murmured with raised eyebrows at what just took place.

"me neither.." armin responded, his hand covering his mouth with large eyes as well while clapping his hands softly from his spot seated on the counter.

"eren, you didn't have to do it you know, it's just a game." eren turned to mikasa at the sound of her voice and narrowed his eyes slightly, before shrugging it off and murmuring an "i'm drunk." causing mikasa to scoff.

jean watched you cross back over to him with a cautious face. now you could feel the alcohol buzzing. "you okay?" he murmured, a wary look on his face. was it really that shocking to everyone that you could have some fun? or was it the fact that it was with eren jaeger?

you gave him a questioning glance and then look at jean, shuffling your feet. "i'm fine, stop making it a big deal." jean narrowed his eyes as the remaining two carried on with the game, sasha and connie going by default and having planned to do it together anyways. after connie wiped his stomach, as he had sasha do what eren did to you. afterwards everyone decided to pile back into the living room wanting to end the night off with a movie. hitch, of course insisted on bringing the leftover alcohol in its bottle even though armin didn't think it was a good idea, let alone anybody thinking it was a good idea.

"pour me a little more hitch." eren said, seated behind you on the couch while hitch sat in front of you on the floor, bottle of alcohol between the two of you while connie laid against the back of the couch beside him. everyone's seating seemed to change, the group collapsing wherever they deemed fit, but you of course stuck with hitch. jean minded his own trying to select a scary movie for the group, eyes trained on the tv in front of him.

"so you want to get drunk drunk?" hitch slurred using her hand to try and uncap the bottle of liquor. you mentally shook your head and fiddled with hitch's glass that was sitting beside the liquor bottle so she wouldn't fill her own glass again. you were drunk, but not drunk enough to not take care of your friends. plus you wouldn't want hitch passing out either way.

"mikasa, help me pick out a movie?" jean said, eyes looking to the side at the ebony haired girl who stared blankly at the screen, eyes flickering between the people in front of her and the blue light emitting from the tv. she wasn't oblivious to the reason jean was asking, her demeanor made her just choose to ignore it.

"i don't have any suggestions. try searching up some recommended movies or something." jean shrugged his shoulders then whipped out his phone to oblige, meanwhile, eren reached over your shoulder, hand around his glass he carried around all night for hitch to fill. her hands were shaky and she tried her best to concentrate while slowly filling up the cup until eren pulled the glass away, a couple drops of alcohol pouring onto the floor before you tilted the bottle back upright for her.

"hitch, you're making a mess." you grumbled, then taking the bottle and closing it for her before she did anything further.

"eren you should stop drinking so much, or like get some food in your system." sasha suggested eyeing the drink in his hand. he narrowed his eyes at her then roller his eyes sipping on some of the new drink unwary.

"i'm good, i'll eat later."

"no seriously jaeger; you and hitch are the main ones who finished that bottle," connie pulled out a chip as well eyeing it then shoving it in his mouth then leaning forward to nudge eren, gesturing to the bowl for him to eat too.

"connie, stop." eren's lips twitched as he tried not to smile drunkly, swatting connie away and pushing him slightly, connie getting shoved back a little by his small push and him retorting as well. "you haven't ate anything either."

connie laughed and shoved him back, raising a fist jokingly to make eren flinch who instinctively caught connie's wrist with his hand, connie fighting back with a laugh. connie gave eren a hard shove and you flinched when you felt the liquid of eren's drink splash onto your shoulder and shirt.

"eren— what the fuck!" you exclaimed, eyes turning towards you as you stared down at your shirt, hands open at your side, the feeling of the sweet liquid dripping down your back and down the cleavage of your breasts, the feeling steadily uncomfortable. the way the liquid seeped into your clothing wasted no time bubbling up your immediate anger. "dude," you were heated, standing up slowly. "y'all play too much!"

"eren look what you did!" hitch's eyes widened, her trying to refrain from laughing in the midst of her drunken state while eren and connie just stared at your rising figure in shock.

"yeah eren, look what you did." connie mocked earning a hard glare from eren who flipped him off.

"guys it's not funny." historia gave both of them a disapproving look before watching you walk off to the kitchen, an evident attitude in your step until you disappeared around the corner.

"and you wonder why she fucking hates you." jean scoffed with an agreeing nod from reiner, while jean finally clicked a random horror film that looked scary enough since his phone didn't give him good results, his irritation at the night going downhill not failing to grow.

"shut it kirchstein, that was connie's fault not mine."

"what? you're the one who had your drink above her like that. i was just playing with you, right sasha?" sasha shrugged her shoulders at connie until he pouted and she snorted, nodding her head. "see!" he exclaimed. "that wasn't my fault."

"it doesn't matter who's fault it is." historia let her hands out of armin's hair, crossing them. "she's clearly upset, and it doesn't help that eren has been messing with her all night."

"dude, what?" eren was baffled by historia's response.

"eren didn't do anything?" mikasa's voice came out in a more questioning manner, of course quick to defend eren in her monotone voice.

historia narrowed her eyes, not seeing how eren or mikasa couldn't see the fault in his actions. "me and hitch heard them arguing in the bathroom. i'm the one who told hitch to go get them to stop because jean was getting irritated."

"why was horseface getting mad?" eren rolled his eyes.

"because you guys are always arguing! that shit is annoying, she clearly doesn't like you eren so just stay out of her way." jean exasperated, resting his chin on his palm.

"do you have a crush on her or something, huh? we were just cool like last year, it's normal for us to argue at this point." eren's feeble attempt to defend himself clearly failed, both eren, jean and even armin looking upset with him.

"that doesn't mean anything, and no i don't. that's my best friend... so shut the fuck up." jean flipped eren off as well, trying his best to focus on the movie he aimlessly picked out.

"well she did the body shots with me? she was just fine seconds ago." and eren didn't mention how you didn't slap him silly for pushing you aside the door earlier, or how he delved in that memory a bit as well.

"because i told her to have fun and put up with your ass for the day. not everyone thinks you're the shit eren, and she definitely doesn't."

eren's irritation was rising, jean's likewise, and he huffed, laying back into the couch, putting as much space between him and connie as possible in clear anger that he was struggling to control, especially with being drunk. he became more reckless and obnoxious, and everyone knew so. yet he knew somewhere in the back of his head was that he was in somewhat of the wrong.

armin patted his head to flatten down any flyaways before speaking, "historia is right, eren. she's upset so go apologize— or at least help her out." sasha and connie nodded their heads in agreement.

another puff of breath from eren before he reluctantly got up, everyone's eyes on him making him uncomfortable. he rather be a around someone he didn't like (yet found attractive in the least) then be in an environment that wasn't fond of him at the moment.

eren rounded the corner until his eyes landed on your frame, sat on the edge of the counter desperately wiping at your top with vigor in efforts to dry it. you had at least got the sticky substance off your skin while your were working at it. you didn't even notice eren standing there, simply staring, not even knowing what to do now that his friends coerced him into the kitchen. he maneuvered over to the sink and that's when you noticed his tall figure, your face immediately twisting into an angered expression.

"what do you want now?"

eren turned around with a wet napkin and began coming over to you gingerly. he stumbled over, arm stretched out to begin patting at your top awkwardly with a grumble. "they told me to come and help you."

"eren get the hell off of me." you recoiled in panic and vexation, your hand flying up to shoo eren away.

"i'm trying to help you." he spit out, his breath beginning to get heavy, and you could smell the alcohol on it your nose twitching at the scent, but then again the smell of alcohol was still present on your shirt as well.

"i don't need your help." you rolled your eyes as he continued to try and wipe at your shirt stains. the gesture was... unlikely for him, maybe he was feeling guilt curdle inside him? although at the moment you didn't care, continuing to try to get him out of your vicinity and tend to the accident on you as well.

"can you just-" but you didn't give him a chance to finish, your frustration getting the best of you and your hand flying across his face. you didn't even register that you hit him until you saw the way his head flew to the side, tufts of his brown hair flying the opposite direction, the sound of the impact going in one ear and coming out the other just as fast.

he stood still for just a moment trying to process the stinging pain on his left cheek, his thoughts jumbled as the alcohol swam through his system. immediate regret began to dance its way up you as you watched the way anger twinkled in his eyes before he let out a small incredulous laugh. "oh... i'm sorry—" you gasped, and then flinched when eren's hand flew up to pin the hand that slapped him up against the cabinet door above the counter you were still perched on. "eren, what the fuck? let go of me," you struggled to get him to let his grip go, his eyes flickering from your face to the water like stains littered on your tank top, then to your legs; spread on either side of him as he stood in between them, his grip unconsciously tightening on your wrist. he went back up to be met with your timid expression that you tried to mask with the furrow of your brows although your lip still quivered, especially when met with the darkened look of eren's eyes.

"thought that shit was funny, yeah?" he mumbled lowly, shifting a little bit to get somewhat closer to your body as you watched him from above with bird eyes that darted from side to side to watch him cautiously.

you couldn't lie— you were a little scared, which frightened you that you were scared. you, the only one in your close circle that constantly picked at eren, constantly got into petty arguments with him, and weren't afraid to constantly call him out on the ridiculous things he would say... you were all of a sudden scared? maybe it was his demeanor, you thought to yourself, the way he didn't rise his voice up at you after you slapped him, much like earlier when you were yelling at him in the bathroom, the way he didn't shy away from a intimate game with you, the way he was looking you up and down like you were prey— it was all unusual, all frightening to you to see him move like that, not to mention the vice like grip he had on your poor wrists at the moment.

"eren," you whimpered, moving your hips in an effort to push him away, but your movements only amped him up. he moved your other wrist so that both of yours were gathered in his large hand, then placed his now free hand on the counter beside you. he didn't even realize the way he was leaning in closer and closer to your neck, until you cringed when you could feel his breath right on your shoulder, panic ensuing once more, especially regarding the fact that your shirt indeed had see through splotches on it, blame the liquid.

"you've been trying me all day..." he started, voice low and as if he was talking to your neck, not even looking up at you, his eyes trained to that same spot. "first you were running your mouth about me in the kitchen,"

he heard that?

"then you were getting all up in my face in that bathroom, and all those noises you were making when we were playing body shots..."

"eren, just let—"

"and then you've been walking around in those little ass shorts, and this top all night.."

you didn't think he was just talking about you upsetting him anymore.

eren's hand slid behind your body until his hand found your lower back, scooting you closer to his while maintaining his grip on your wrist, but pulling your hands away from the cabinets. he let his hips circle against yours so you could feel him. "you feel that?" he asked you, his lips now ghosting over the space between your shoulder and neck. "you did that."

what you can only describe as being some kind of shudder that made your body twitch had ran through you at the feeling of his lips connecting with your skin, the icky feeling of your shirt was barely prevalent with the emotions running through you, more specifically down to your core. his hips stopped meeting yours but his kisses continued upwards until he pressed one to your jaw, nibbling at the skin. "_____," he breathed out, his eyes still holding that dark haze when they met with yours as you looked down at him.

"let me fuck you good."

you were giving in.

you were giving in to the boy you supposedly hated, (in your head) you were giving in to all the arguments you ever had with him, you were giving in to the betrayal that your friends might feel when they find out about your endeavors but, god— if eren's dick straining his sweats didn't feel so good against you, or if his lips kissing up your neck and staying idle beside your lips didn't make you just want to turn your head and smash yours against his...

yup, you were giving in.

you turnt your head slightly so that eren's lips could collide with yours and he reciprocated immediately, finally letting go of your wrists and letting his other hand fall behind you to your ass so he could pull you flush against him, despite the still slight wetness of your shirt rubbing on his. your mouths tasted like all the alcohol from the night but it wasn't a big deal in your semi-drunken state.

eren tapped your ass to signal for you to wrap your arms around his neck and so you did, him sliding your body off of the counter and then all but throwing you over a little more so that your upper half was looking down at the floor behind while he held onto your legs, carrying you over his shoulder. "eren, put me down if you're gonna carry me like this i can walk normally!" you hissed loudly slapping his back making him chuckle.

"wouldn't you be embarrassed if everyone heard you about right now?" eren stopped in his tracks to give you a chance to quiet down before he left the kitchen, and you took that opportunity, mentally shrinking down in his grip out of somewhat chagrin.

eren's plan was to slip past the living room and go straight towards the stairs, as they were to the left of the living room, and unless the ones occupying it turned around they wouldn't be able to see the two of you, besides whoever was sat on the couch to the right. eren began walking out of the kitchen, and you prayed nobody was looking, your vision limited to only the floor below you.

you sighed when you felt your body rise a bit, meaning eren made it to the stairs, until you jolted at the sound of mikasa voice from her position on the couch, "eren—" but he cut her off quickly with a mere,

"we'll be back in a minute."

the trek up the stairs somewhat felt like forever to you, your stomach beginning to flip at the thought of being fucked silly by someone you deemed you hated, the mere idea was pretty outlandish to you, but you knew it was quite real when eren opened the door to a particularly blank room.

of course sat the bed and a nightstand on either side, but the room was lackluster, except for a few generic paintings in a couple corners of the room and a rug detailing the carpet. eren must've knew where to go since he was generally close to jean, having been even closer to him and his family during his middle school years.

eren wasted no time throwing you on the bed, your body hitting the surprisingly soft bedspread, and you almost felt bad for the wash it would have to go through when eren was done with you; because you knew he wasn't gonna be gentle.

he also didn't waste anytime stripping away at his clothes his shirt already strewn onto the floor and his pants halfway down his legs already, while you on the other hand were already hesitant to take off the messed up garment you were still wearing, and of course eren had to comment on this; "come on, you still wanna sit there smelling like whiskey? take off your shirt." you rolled your eyes at him and you swore you saw a smirk over his face when you began to pull your tank top over your head, now only sitting there in your undergarments and shorts, criss cross on the bed.

eren strode over and grabbed your jaw harshly, pulling you in for another drunken kiss, his other hand coming up to palm at your breasts while you measly reciprocated his kiss, it being more clashing teeth and tongue then anything. once his lips were removed from yours he let the thumb on your jaw swipe over your bottom lip, pulling it down to reveal your teeth before leaning back in and letting his own teeth nibble the skin beside your ear. "i want you to suck my dick." he said blatantly, looking at you once he pulled away. you would have never thought; as many times as the two of you would banter back and forth telling each other to 'suck my dick', never did you think there would ever be a day where he said it literally. "on the floor." his voice came out more like a command making you side eye him, and cross your arms.

"why should—"

"on the floor." he repeated, making himself comfortable on the bed he was sat on while you reluctantly slid off the bed to the floor in front of him, your hands on your knees while he pulled down his boxers, his cock slapping against his lower abdomen, sitting pretty. your eyes widened, you weren't sure what you were expecting; of course eren like many others bragged about his size in a joking manner but you never took him seriously, nevertheless did you take any of your guy friends seriously. he let out a small laugh at your expression before you realized you were staring for a little longer than you should have been. luckily, he didn't make another snarky remark, instead tapping your cheek with fingers that weren't wrapped around him, signaling for you to open your mouth. "open up." he repeated for the second time that night.

"that's your favorite line, huh?" you huffed, taking him into your hands. he ignored your comment and instead placed his now free hand onto the back of your head ushering you down his length with no caution, causing you to choke slightly, your hand flying up to his knees to steady yourself and push off in the slightest. you made sure your nails were digging into his skin in response, but you weren't sure if the feeling was even pervasive, as the only sound he let out was a groan when he felt his cock be engulfed by the heat of your mouth. the hand holding your head began gripping your hair and you winced at the newfound pressure although it was soon forgotten when eren began bobbing your head up and down, the feeling of your throat being used running through your whole body.

"yeah," he moaned out as you began finding your own pace, now taking one of your hands and wrapping them around what you couldn't reach; mainly so he wouldn't try to push your limits. "you're surprisingly good at this," he choked out, and he looked down at you to catch you glaring right back up at him, a clear grimace on your face.

you pulled away from his dick with a pop and began using your fist to pump him lazily, staring up at him with a bored expression. "you should really watch your mouth when i'm sucking you off." you retorted making him let out another one of his small chuckles and letting go of his grip on your hair for a second to run his fingers across your cheek, his thumb smoothing over your swollen lips once again.

"you wouldn't try nothing."

"don't count on it."

and once again his hand returned to your hair ushering you to take him back in your mouth and you did, but this time he was in more control, bucking his hips up into your mouth ardently and throwing his head back as you treated him and pushed him towards his high.

you couldn't help yourself, the feeling of eren using your throat so carelessly sent a plethora of emotions right to your core, and you let one of your hands drift past your shorts, rubbing yourself through your underwear and feeling how aroused you were, making you let out a small whimper around eren. he looked down at the sound and noticed you touching yourself, biting his lip and slowing his assault on your throat. "you're enjoying this aren't you?" he lifted your head up and a line of saliva was connected from his member to your bottom lip, making him smirk. "you dirty slut..."

you were in no position to deny it when you had your hands halfway down your pants, so you just rolled your eyes and connected your mouth back to his tip, giving a particularly hard  suck that made him hiss and his hips stutter. "you're lucky i'm even letting you touch yourself right now..." he groaned out. "now, make me cum."

and you followed through for the most part, going back down on him, letting your tongue work him up and through, while his head held you right where he wanted to until you felt his seed shoot into the back of your throat making you cough and pull away, swallowing it anyways.

eren panted out and let go of your hair, balancing himself on the bed while using his other hand to rub himself through his orgasm while you climbed onto the bed behind him, beginning to strip your shorts, eren's eyes following along to watch you pull the fabric over your legs and onto the floor and unclasp your bra, throwing it alongside your shorts. his gaze went down to the wet spot on your underwear and you didn't miss the way his tongue slipped overtop of his lips. "so you like it when i talk to you like that, hm?" he hummed, pulling up his boxers and shimmying his sweats the rest of the way off his own legs.

eren crawled between your legs, grabbing onto your ankles and pulling your forth so that your head hit the pillow and you were now under him, his hands making their way to your thighs, grabbing and palming at them harshly before making his way to the wet patch on your panties."i bet you can't wait until i fuck this little cunt of yours." he murmurs pressing his fingers against your clit making your legs squeeze around his sides, a small gasp eliciting from you.

you moved your hand down to try and help your relieve some of the ache inside of you but eren was quicker; grabbing your wrist once more and slamming into the bed, shaking his head at you while you lolled your head back and let your hips rise up in anticipation. "look how greedy..." he taunted.

"jesus, eren, do something if you're not gonna let me," you whined, jutting your hips into the air causing eren to snicker but begin to pull down your underwear anyways. you let out a breath of relief at the feeling of the cool air hitting your wet pussy, and that breath was brought right back, getting caught in your throat when you felt eren's fingers slide against your folds.

"you're so wet... if i knew i could get you like this i would've fucked you a long time ago." he finally slid a finger into you and you sighed deeply, but that one finger wasn't enough and eren's pace was tortuously slow.

"eren, please,"

"you're begging already?" he smirked down at you and continued to pump his one stupid finger in and out of you slowly and you whined, your hips moving up in down trying to make yourself feel more full. "beg me some more then, ask for another finger, and be nice."

you put an arm over your forehead and furrowed your eyebrows, looking angrily at eren. you knew you couldn't find for dominance with eren, especially with the way he was acting with you at the moment, but you didn't want to beg either; yet how else would you get your pleasure? you had to put your pride aside for a minute and beg. "eren, please."

eren scoffed and raised an eyebrow at you. "that's all? i could stop right—"

"fuck, eren, please add another finger, please?" you huffed, and eren rolled his eyes at you but added another finger making you groan and clench around the digits. "yes, yes..."

eren made himself comfortable, leaning down on the bed and positioning himself somewhat beside you, his palm supporting his head and your leg trapped underneath his armpit now, while he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you until he curled them and made you buck your hips into the air. "uh huh, right there!" you yelled out when he hit your sweet spot.

eren moved his fingers away from the spot and continued his normal pace causing your hand to fly down grab his wrist. "eren, go back!" you cried out and he ignored your pleads.

"you can do better begging."

my god, what did he want from you?

"eren, oh my god, please just do that again."

"not good enough."

"eren—"

"you don't sound like you really want it."

this boy was gonna be the death of you.

"i want your fingers... please, hit that spot again," you twisted his wrist so his fingers would point upwards inside of you again. "right there, eren... please, for me?" you begged him, letting your hips grind down into his fingers and you almost choked out when you felt them hit that same spot. you were so close, you could feel that bubbly feeling in your stomach and your jaw dropped open, you were so close, you were so close you were—

he stopped.

he fucking stopped.

"eren!" you screamed your claws once again digging into his wrist with a sob. "why, why, i was almost there!"

"i know." he said blatantly, watching you squirm from beside him that same bored expression you had earlier detailing his face tauntingly.

"then go!" you sobbed and slapped at his upper arm repeatedly until you felt his hand back in your hair tugging harshly, your head jerking back and him now closer to your face. "please..." you felt like you were saying for the umpteenth time that night.

he leaned towards your ear, letting his hand loosen from your head. "talk to me nicely before i leave you here to get yourself off." he mumbled before letting his fingers continue to drive inside of you while your hips pushed down to meet them to build up that same feeling from earlier, this time eren not stopping until you let out a scream of his name, your eyes rolling to the back of your head and you creaming on his fingers, your juices coating them, causing a lewd sound to elicit as he pulled them out.

your chest heaved up and down as you tried to catch your breath, but you were quickly forced to breath through your nose when eren's wet fingers entered your mouth making you taste your own release. "suck," he told you, and you were too tired to try to do anything slick back, letting your tongue swirl around them and pulling off giving him the opportunity to come down and kiss you, slipping in his tongue quickly so he could taste you as well. "good job." he watched as your body still convulsed slightly from your orgasm but that didn't stop him from pulling you by your waist and flipping your body over effortlessly.

"'m gonna fuck you so stupid."

eren wastes no time pulling down his boxers for the second time and kicking them away while you raised your hips just wanting him buried inside of you as soon as possible. he came up behind you,  using his palm to push down your back some more until it was arched completely, running his hand back up your spine and giving your ass a good slap. he rubs his dick against your folds teasingly, waiting until you let out a whimper to push his head in slowly, both of you groaning simultaneously. "fuck," eren sighs, continuing to push himself in until he bottomed out. "so tight,"

eren begins to pull in and out of you slowly, getting used to the feeling of your walls wrapped around him, his face scrunched up in pleasure much likes yours, your hands gripping the sheets so tightly and you couldn't help but moan out eren's name. he snaked his hand up to your neck, leaning forward so he was pressed against your back until he pulled you up so you were flush against him. he began to pound into you more fervently, your ass clapping against his lower abdomen, the two of you moaning out together.

"shit," eren kissed your shoulder and bit down slightly harder making you wince against him and his hands tighten around your neck tantalizingly. "you like when i fuck you like this? when i use you like this?" his lips returned to the spot he bit, sucking a hard mark and then coming back up, pulling you against him harder while he fucked into you harder. you tried to suck in a breath but his grip around your throat was strong, so your jaw hung open no air coming in until you tapped eren's thigh causing him to release his grip so you could suck in a breath. he resorted to give you a break, his hand going up until they had you opening your mouth up so he could place his fingers in your mouth, holding it open and spitting into it making you whimper and clench around him. he pulled the digits out and let his hand trail back up your hair for the umpteenth time and pulling your head to the side so your neck was bare to him, letting him suck dark marks into your soft skin while he drilled you.

"cause you're a whore for shit like this, right? letting me spit in your mouth like that..."and the words coming out of his mouth made his hips stutter and groan, him finally letting your body fall back into an arch while he moved his hands to your hips and pulled you back on him while he fucked into you more, nails digging into your skin, and you could already see the bruises you would have the day after. the pleasure quickly was becoming too much, the feeling of eren's saliva sitting on your tongue, the way each one of his strokes his so deep inside of you, the way he treated you so roughly all had tears collecting in the corners until you were screaming for the second time that night, your hand gripping impossibly tight at the sheets and one flying backwards trying to find eren's thigh to grab at as well while your orgasm crashed over you again abruptly.

"eren!" you sobbed out letting eren pull the hand that was searching for his leg back so your head was slightly lifted off the bed, your breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts.

"fuck, 'm gonna cum.." eren panted, feeling your walls pulse around him as you came, soaking him even further. his forehead was sweaty and causing the flyaways in the front of his bun to stick to his forehead as well as his abs to glisten in the slightest from behind you.

"cum inside me..." you blabbered out, jaw still strung open from the pleasure flooding your body.

eren hissed as he felt himself climax as well, cumming inside you and filling you up, his movements stopping and his chest resting against your back, one hand on the bed to hold him up over you. once he was a little calmed he slid out of you and spread one of your cheeks to watch his cum attempt to drip out of you, but he stopped it, using his fingers to push it back inside of you, his mouth in an 'o' shape as he watched it, feeling himself already feeling hard again, and he still wasn't satisfied yet. "'m not done yet," he heaved out and watched as your hips fell to the bed. "one more round."

"am i that good?" you said with your finger pulling down your bottom lip as he dragged your hips down to the edge of the bed and turned your body over harshly. seeing your fucked out face in front of him was such a turn on, tear streaks down the side of your face, your lips swollen and a crease between your brows from eren's constant onslaught.

"shut the fuck up." eren slipped right back into you, feeling his own cum around him that he forgot about for a brief moment. he thrusts into you harder, making your body jolt repeatedly, your tits bouncing and him grabbing onto one, twirling his fingers around your nipple before grabbing at you breast hard making you hiss and grab his upper arm, dragging your nails down it.

"make me." you snapped back with your nail still embedded in his skin.

eren gave you a surprised look at your retaliation and snaked his hand around your throat once more. "you got some nerve talking to me like that when i just fucked your lights out."

you twisted your face and took it upon yourself to spit at him, your saliva landing on his cheek and he gave you a look of shock making you smirk at him until his eyes glowered over, his hand around your throat coming up to slap your face like you did to him earlier, and in the same manner your head flew to the side. luckily, he didn't slap you too hard but you could still feel the stinging sensation filling up the side of your face. "fuck is wrong with you?"

"fuck you!" you retorted as he wiped your spit on your sternum and slapped away the hand that was clawing at his upper arm.

"aren't you already doing that dumbass?" and he gave you a brief reminder, his hips bucking up into you harshly making you let out a gasp. "i guess you forgot."

you let your hand fly over your mouth when eren's cock brushed over that same spot from earlier as he lifted your hips slightly to try to get a deeper position in efforts to cum, but you were steps ahead of him; your stomach turning as his dick hit your g-spot again and again, your vision hazing over as you climaxed for the third time, no noise even coming from your throat, eren only knowing from the way your body began twitching and the way you clamped around him.

although, that didn't stop his pace, him essentially overstimulating you.

he rode you through your high and beyond, the feeling of your wetness around him mixed with his own cum edging him forward trying to reach his own high. the feeling of his pelvis rubbing against your clit once he lowered his hips had you trying to crawl away from the overstimulation as he leaned over you feeling how close he was. "_____..." eren puffed, leaning into your neck as he continued to drill into you. "god, 'm gonna cum again..."

you couldn't even respond, trying to keep in your own cries as tears streamed down your face again while eren groaned against your neck, the vibrations being felt through your chest. his hips stuttered once more but this time he pulled out, rubbing himself a few times until his cum sputtered onto your chest and stomach, another moan being let out from him followed by another large huff of breath before he collapsed onto the bed beside you. "god... _____." you couldn't even respond, your body still shaking slightly and your eyes closed while you continued to let out small snivels and whines. his eyes trailed over to you, looking at the dried tear stains on your face, the hickeys splattered across your neck, his cum painting your chest and stomach, the bruises on your hips, your swollen clit and puffy pussy, and his cum slicked near your entrance. "i fucked you up."

eren got up and in record time came back with a wet rag that you could care less about where he got it from. he wiped you up, the feeling of the warm water comforting you, your body finally calmed down. you sat up once he left the room once more and looked around, quickly realizing you couldn't put back on your dirtied shirt. you sighed and realized you would have to go back downstairs to grab one where your bag filled with your belongings was. eren came back in the room and grabbed your underwear and shorts for you, handing you the ladder and stuffing your panties into his pocket.

"what are you doing?" you asked looking at the undergarment hanging out of his sweats that he had put on earlier before leaving the room.

"keeping these." he smirked at you while you sat there with a pout.

"eren, i need those, i can't go down there... my bra and shirt are dirty and i need to grab clo--,"

"i'll go grab all your stuff for you."

"i still need my underwear." eren ignored you, shuffling out the room and heading back downstairs. once again, pretty fast, he came back in the room handing you your bag. "i'm gonna take a quick shower..." you looked up at eren who was still eyeing you, his eyes flickering to various parts of your still bare body. "are they awake?"

"everyone's knocked but armin, mikasa and surprisingly hitch, i thought she would've passed out by now. i'm pretty sure they heard us judging by the way they looked at me."

"oh..." you looked down at your bag and felt a little better about the confrontation you would have to face tomorrow. "...can you wait for me?" you asked hesitantly, eren's eyes gleaming at your question.

"yeah, i'll wait."

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you were now changed out, eren having thrown the sheets and your clothes into jean's wash, which now gave you a good idea of how close he actually was to your friend, despite how much they argued much like you and eren. "you good?" eren asked, laying on the bed with a new pair of bedding on top, him laying on the duvet.

"yeah..."

"you sure? you're walking funny." you flipped him off and sat down on the edge of the bed beside him. "you ready to go back downstairs and pretend this never happened?" he asked you a slight edge to his voice even though you knew he meant it in a joking manner.

"wait, can we talk about all this first?" you turned your body to eren. "so are we still gonna pretend we hate each other or whatever? or are we cool now?"

eren pondered on your question for a minute. "depends, do you still want everyone to think we hate each other, or do you genuinely want to be cool? i mean i just fucked the sh--"

"eren, shut up." you cut him off quickly with a raise of your hand. "we can talk to the ones who are up right now because they're obviously gonna ask questions, especially hitch..."

"so what? everyone else is just gonna see us become buddy buddy?"

"we're obviously still gonna argue, eren, that isn't gonna change because of your ass... i just won't pretend i hate you so much."

"so you were pretending to hate me?"

"you're the one who wanted to fuck me."

"and you went along with it."

"this is why i hate you."

"i thought you were pretending?"

"i wasn't."

an awkward silence loomed over the two of you before you both burst out into laughter that died down quickly. "you're so stupid." you said before standing up. "c'mon, let's go."

as the two of you headed downstairs you first headed for the kitchen to drink some water before you were gonna knock out on the couch, hitch already in there bent over the sink.

"you okay?" you asked her as you headed for the fridge.

"no, my head hurts like crazy... i took a little nap and when i woke up my head was pounding."

"it was all that alcohol." you chuckled, plucking a cold water bottle from the fridge.

"yeah? and was it all that alcohol that made you go fuck jaeger? i mean i know i said he was cute... i think, but--"

"you heard that?" your eyes widened as you turned around towards her, a smile tugging at her lips.

"honey, i think we all did, half of us just tried to block it out with the movie."

you slapped your hand against your forehead, your initial plan to fall asleep on the couch then pretend nothing happened wasn't even available anymore.

"jean's gonna kill me." you muttered before opening your water bottle and taking a swig of the liquid that cooled your sore throat.

"yup, jean's gonna kill you." and you could only glare at hitch because, well... she was right.

"i'm blaming it on that stupid whiskey if he asks." you said before walking out the kitchen.

"you can't blame all your problems on alcohol!" hitch replied before you turned the corner with a shake of your head.

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[asset35-maya]

RED DRESS

Part 2/2 of Nice Things

//

“Come on, we’re going to be late.”

“Five minutes, sweetheart. Please.”

Gavin rolled his eyes and sat down on the bed with a thump. The day had finally come when the human was more punctual than the android. He sniggered at the thought but refrained from saying it out loud. Nines looked far more serious than he ought to for a Friday night.

“Babe, it’s just the guys. And Tina.” 

Nines ignored him in favor of twirling a mascara wand through his lashes. 

“We’re literally going to Abick’s. That’s like the oldest, grungiest cop bar you can-”

“It’s not the place or the company, sweetheart.”

Gavin watched Nines finish off with eyeliner. Somehow even androids’ mouths hung open in concentration while doing that. 

He stood up from the little pouffe and shook his long hair out with a flourish. Taking that as his cue, Gavin got up and pressed himself up against his lover’s back. He curled his arms around Nines’ trim waist and rested his chin on his shoulder. 

Their eyes met in the mirror of the wooden dresser that Gavin had built for Nines.

“Whatchu so gorgeous for?”

Nines tried, but couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face.

“Shut up and zip me up.”

It wasn’t like he couldn’t reach behind himself and do it on his own. The RK900 model was supremely dexterous, flexible to the point of double-jointedness. 

It was more of an implicit request for the human’s approval of the outfit. Nines didn’t need it, but he asked anyway… just like later that night, Gavin would ask him if it was okay to splurge on a bacon cheeseburger or order an extra shot in his whiskey coke… 

They were codependent like that.

Gavin left one hand on the android’s stomach and placed the other on the small of his back, just at the opening of the dress. His thumb grazed the zipper, but he didn’t demonstrate any further intent to pull it up. 

“You said we were going to be late.”

Gavin swept the dark curtain of hair aside and pressed his lips to the exposed skin at the nape of Nines’ neck. When he spoke it was a whisper.

“Why’s my babydoll looking like something out of a movie for my dumb little promotion party?” 

His hand slipped into the open flap of the dress. It was a simple knee-length a-line. Fairly modest, but something about it set Gavin’s heart racing. Perhaps the colour. A vibrant, lusty, sexy, show-stopping red in sharp contrast to the milky white synthskin.

Nines couldn’t help the gasp that escaped him at the touch. Sighing, he tipped his head back and let Gavin nuzzle his neck. 

“Hmm?”

“Now we’re really going to be late, sweetheart. Zip… hhhhh… zip… me up…”

“Come on, doll. I don’t want someone accidentally spilling beer or mustard on this pretty little thing you got on. It’s just gonna be a chill night out with our friends. They demanded a treat for my promotion, and Hank said he’d come too, so I picked a place he’d be more comfortable at, and I realise that’s not exactly your scene, but I’m glad you’re coming with me, but I really gotta say this dress-”

Nines turned around in Gavin’s grasp and silenced him with a kiss.

“It’s not the place or the company,” he repeated, putting his arms around the human’s neck. 

“It’s your promotion party. It’s about your achievements, your hard work, YOU. And in case you haven’t noticed, you’re the most important person in my life. My partner in more ways than one. My everything.

Your rise in stature means as much if not more to me than my own accomplishments. I’m not the RK900 with the impeccable solve rate. I’m Sergeant Reed’s better half. 

If I had it my way we’d be doing something much grander, but this is how you want to celebrate and that’s fine, but please don’t stop me from dressing for the occasion.”

They looked at each other for a long moment. Steel blue and storm green locked in stalemate. 

Then Gavin pulled Nines into a tight embrace. He released him abruptly and spun him around, zipping up the dress in a flash. Avoiding eye contact lest the tears pricking his eyes betray him, Gavin caught the android’s hand in his and marched out of the apartment.

//

Connor greeted them at the entrance of the bar and waved them over to where the motley crew sat, already well into their first round of drinks.

Hank raised his beer glass in greeting, wearing an orange striped shirt he apparently deemed worthy of festivities. Tina enveloped Gavin in a giant hug. For a good thirty seconds he could see nothing but flannel. Then Miller, Person and countless other officers took turns congratulating him and bringing up past cases or incidents they couldn’t believe hadn’t held Gavin’s career back. 

Nines extricated himself with an artful wave of long fingers and settled onto a bar stool beside his older brother Sixty and his husband Allen. Serious, snarky and clad in their usual black leather, these two were more Nines’ speed.

Ignoring Sixty’s irritated grumble, Nines took a sip of his thirium drink to see if he liked the taste and ordered one for himself. He was prepared to spend the rest of the night sitting still and not touching the many sticky, greasy surfaces in the bar. It wasn’t his idea of fun, but he was happy to let Gavin and his friends do their thing.

Gavin, however, didn’t seem to be in the mood. He humoured his friends (many of whom were now his direct reports) and played along with whatever they insisted on doing, but Nines felt his partner’s eyes on him the entire evening.

“You punishing him?”

“Hmm?”

Sixty was squinting at him shrewdly.

“For coming to this shithole to celebrate. That’s why you wore this? Poor bastard can’t keep his eyes off you.” 

Nines swatted his brother on the chest. 

“I don’t play games like you.”

“Who says I play games?”

Allen shook his head but didn’t look up from his phone.

“I have a fashion sense, Six, not an agenda. I’m not punishing him for anything.”

“Well, you’re certainly distracting him. Reminds me of the time Allen said something stupid while we were getting ready for a shift so I put on lingerie underneath my gear. He nearly fell off a roof that day.”

Allen buried his face in his hands while Nines laughed out loud. 

“Shiiit. Your guy looks fucking lovesick. In front of all his staff too. They’re gonna think he’s a total sap. A new authority figure like him has got to show some grit.”

“Six, your husband follows you around like a lost puppy but that hasn’t interfered with his ability to lead your unit. Gavin will be fine.”

Allen didn’t know whether to consider that an insult or a compliment and settled for sipping his drink in silence.

“So what are you gonna do?”

“To?”

“Make the torture worth his while.”

At that exact moment, Gavin gave Nines a look from across the bar that could have only one interpretation. Sixty noticed and barked a laugh. 

Nines self-consciously tucked his hair behind his ear and smoothed down his dress. If he were human he’d have blushed bright red. 

Back to idly scrolling through his phone, Allen spoke without looking up.

“Let him do whatever he wants.”

Nines’ eyes widened. Sixty nodded wisely.

“His imagination is probably running all over the place right now. All you have to do is let him act on it and you’ll make him the happiest man on earth. It’s his promotion. You should be the prize.”

Allen put down his phone and scooted closer to Sixty, wrapping his arms around the android. They both looked at Nines with identical expressions that were anything but innocent. 

“Yeah, Nines. Dress like a present, expect to be unwrapped.”

Raucous cheers erupted as Gavin lost yet another game of beer pong. The new sergeant barely noticed and took the shot glass thrust into hand by a very jubilant Connor. Nines raised his glass in a silent toast and the two downed their drinks together.

The rest of the evening was an exercise in painful self-restraint. Gavin entertained various playful requests and posed for photos and thanked each and every one of his colleagues for their strong support. Hank clapped him on the shoulder proudly, and Tina even teared up at one point, emotionally overcome with happiness for her oldest and closest friend. Nines watched it all quietly from his perch beside Sixty and Allen.

//

As soon as they slid into an autonomous taxi, Gavin’s lips were on his, smothering him in heated, demanding kisses. Intoxicated and utterly uninhibited, the human put his hands in Nines’ hair… all over his body… and up the pretty red dress. No words were exchanged the entire ride home. 

The fact that android skin could not be marked or bruised was the only thing that let them walk through their busy lobby and ride the elevator up with dignity intact.

As soon as the front door slammed shut, Gavin was all over Nines. He touched and groped and claimed and conquered. 

The dress zipper was pulled down as quickly as it had been pulled up before they left for the bar. Nines stepped out of the puddle of red fabric as delicately as he could and pulled Gavin’s shirt off too. It was only the high quality gyroscope of the RK900 model that kept them from crashing to the floor before making it to the bed. 

Nines allowed himself to be pushed onto the bed and parted his legs for Gavin to easily settle between them. From there, he expected things to go at lightning speed… for Gavin to plough into him and come with a loud roar after a couple minutes, finally sated after a night of frustration.

The exact opposite occurred. 

Even after all the tequila shots Connor and Tina made him do, Gavin was somehow still lucid enough to put his lover’s feelings over immediate physical needs. 

“Babe, I… am soooo… sorry…”

One hand wound up in his hair and the other gripped his hip. 

“Like.. you dressed the phck up… like you looked soooooo damn beautiful, baby… I’m gonna cry.”

For a moment, it honestly looked like that was a possibility until Nines reached up and stroked the human’s stubbled cheek.

“I know Abick’s is kinda crusty but you came anyway… looking like a million bucks but I didn’t spend a second with you… T and Con and the crew… they kinda took over…”

“It’s fine, sweetheart. It was our whole team’s night as much as yours. I’m glad they all had their fun.”

“I didn't. Have any fun.”

“Really? Not even when Chris did that Fowler impersonation?”

“Couldn’t stop… thinking of you… you’re so damn good to me… and I…”

“I was fine. You invited Six and Allen to keep me company and it was fiiiineee.”

“You sure?”

“Positive. Now come on, sarge. Show me who’s boss.”

Nines rolled his hips against Gavin’s and that was all the conversation there was to be had for the night. They were both still getting used to having nice things… but they were doing well.

//

Inspired by @marndraws

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[my-unmanageable-mischief]

Truth or Dare

For the Anon who requested : Hey! Could I request a fic where Harry has a cute puppy love on this popular, pure-blood Slytherin reader? Maybe her friends set the reader up to play with Harry and break his heart in like a bet but then y/n starts actually liking him?? 

Harry Potter x Slytherin!Reader

You took a swig of fire whiskey, before passing it to your dorm mate who took a gulp between giggles. It was your first night back at Hogwarts and you and your dormmates were celebrating with drinks and games; truth or dare of course. 

“Okay, okay, it’s Y/N’s turn. Truth or dare?” Your roommate asked and you smirked, leaning back on your elbows. 

“Dare.” 

“OoooOOoo,” They all sang, giggling and leaning on each other for support, you rolled your eyes but joined in on the giggling. 

“Alright, I got one!” Your best friend spoke up with a sinister grin, and you knew that look. You didn’t like that look. 

“Oh no,” 

“I dare you,” She paused for dramatic effect, “To pretend to date Potter!” Everyone broke out into hysterics at that. 

“A Gryffindor!” One of the girls hollered, spitting out her mouth full of firewhiskey, “Brilliant!” 

“Come on,” You complained, “That’s mean.”

“Everyone knows he likes you,” Your best friend grinned, “He doesn’t ever stop staring at you, just ask him out. Date him for a week, then break his heart.” 

“Make it a month.” One of the girls countered. “Let him get really into it, then just tell him it was a prank.” You frowned feeling slightly bad. You might’ve been a bitch, but you weren’t evil. And your friend was right, everyone knew Harry Potter, the boy who lived, had a huge crush on you. You thought it weird he was in love with a Slytherin girl, but you were pretty and popular amongst all the houses, even the Gryffindors didn’t find you terribly obnoxious. But this was too far. 

“No,” 

“You can’t say no, you picked dare.” You groaned, accepting the bottle when it made it’s way back to you. You drank from it, allowing it to burn at your throat. 

“Fine but only a week.”

“A month.” 

“Two weeks!” You argued.

“Three, and you have to snog him!” You handed the bottle to someone else and laid back on the floor, looking to the ceiling. 

“You’re terrible.” It wasn’t that you disliked Potter, you had nothing against the boy, but you definitely didn’t want to date him, let along snog the bloke. He wasn’t ugly or anything, just not your type. Besides, he had barely ever spoken a word to you. Whenever you were in his presence he became a stammering mess, three weeks of that sounded like torture. 

“Fine.” 

“Do it tomorrow.” 

“Okay, okay, fine!” And with that, your deal was set in stone. 

The next morning you and your friends sat huddled at the Slytherin table, whispering to each other. 

“Do it now,”

“No way, I can’t just go up and be like, ‘oi potter care to be my boyfriend?’ He won’t buy it.” You argued, fidgeting nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear. You looked over at the group of Gryffindors and caught Potter staring at you for the millionth time, he immediately dropped his gaze going beet red. All your friends saw the exchange and grinned. 

“Yes you could.” 

“You could probably do that with any guy in this room, Y/N.” You sighed. 

“Go ask him to the first Hogsmeade weekend, then ask him out there.” You whined, shaking your head. 

“But that’s in two weeks from now!” 

“You don’t need to talk to him until then, you go to Hogsmeade, confess your undying love, and ask him out. Easy peasy.” Your friend nudged you, “Go ask now.” The girls began to chant go, and just to shut them up you stood from the table, straightening your uniform before glaring at them all. 

“Fine.” You walked to the end of the Slytherin table, past Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and then turned down the aisle for Gryffinor, confidently walking towards the middle of the table. Some people turned to look at you, wondering why you were over this way. You got to Harry’s group and the girl, Hermione, looked up at you surprised. Next Weasley and Potter’s head turned, looking at you. You smiled sweetly and pointed to the seat beside Harry. 

“Is this taken?” 

“N-No.” He answered, flushing deeply. You sat down on the bench and smiled again at the group.

“How was your summer?” You asked him and he gawked at you. Weasley mouthed, ‘close your mouth’ at Harry and he slammed it shut, nodding his head vigorously. 

“It was good. Alright. I’m glad to be back though.” You nodded your head, twirling a lock of hair around your finger as you leaned on the table. 

“Yeah, me too!” He opened his mouth a few times before nodding his head and looking at anything besides you. You swallowed a laugh and rested your head on your hand, peering at him. 

“Any plans for the first Hogsmeade trip yet?” You asked and he shook his head, looking at you with wide eyes. “Do you want to go with me?” You asked. He looked gobsmacked, and you suddenly felt guilty. This was cruel, but a dare was a dare. 

“With you?” He repeated. 

“Like a date?” Weasley asked, hanging onto every word of the conversation. You giggled slightly and nodded your head. 

“Yeah, a date!” 

“O-Okay!” He squeaked. You nodded your head, smiling at him before standing back up again,

“Brilliant,” You spoke, “I’ll see you later.” 

“Yes,” As you walked away you saw Weasley reach across the table, patting Harry on the shoulder in congratulations. 

“Good one mate!” You smirked to yourself and kept walking. 

The two weeks flew past, and on Saturday morning you woke up early, getting ready for Hogsmeade. You picked out a cute outfit and a light jacket since it was just starting to cool down, and you applied some light makeup for fun. When your friends left you went with them, but hung back in the entrance to wait for Harry as they all kept walking. You were looking at the ground, kicking a rock around slightly as you waited when the boy approached you. 

“Hello, Y/N,” You looked up and smiled. 

“Hiya, Harry,” He glanced over you and flushed, lifting a hand to fix his glasses that were slipping down his nose and you smiled again. “Alright?” 

“I’m good,” He assured, nodding his head vigorously. “You look stunning, by the way.” You grinned, pushing yourself off from your spot leaning on the wall. 

“Thank you, you’re sweet. Are you ready to go?” He nodded his head again, eagerly. Harry didn’t speak much as you walked down the pathway towards the little town. You were finding it hard to strike up conversation with him as well, he wasn’t giving you much. You could tell he was nervous by the way he kept fidgeting awkwardly. 

“Where do you want to go first?” He asked and you hummed thoughtfully, shrugging. 

“I’m not too picky, maybe Honeydukes? I could use some chocolate, the stuff I brought at the start of term is already almost gone.” You admitted and he managed to chuckle.

“Is chocolate your favorite?” 

“Oh yes, you know us ladies, we love the stuff.” You joked, nudging him slightly, trying to get him to loosen up. 

“Which is your favorite?” He asked, genuinely curious. You weren't used to talking to boys who were ever genuinely curious in what you had to say. 

“Honeydukes Peanut Butter Chocolate bars are the absolute best. Anything with chocolate and peanut butter is good in my book!” He chuckled again and you smiled up at him, watching him blush once more. He did that a lot. You reached Hogsmeade and took Harry’s arm, confidently steering him towards Honeydukes. Together you entered the bustling building, which must have currently held half of Hogwarts. You grabbed a basket and began to load it up with goodies. Chocolate bars and chocolate frogs, even a few licorice wands and sugar quills. Harry watched you, following you around like a puppy the entire time. 

“Don’t you want anything?” You asked, glancing over your shoulder. He shook his head and smiled. 

“No my- a family friend gave me a bunch of stuff before I came back, I still have plenty.” You smiled and nodded your head before glancing over your basket. 

“I think I’ve gotten enough to hold me over until the next trip.” He smiled back at you and nodded his head, gesturing towards the payment line. You made idle chat as you waited, and when you got to the counter you both reached for your coin purses.

“You’re not paying for my chocolate,” you scoffed, giggling, “It’s fine,” 

“Please,” He shoved your hands away from the counter, “It’s a- a date. A gentleman should pay.” You were slightly surprised by his boldness, not expecting it. Maybe he was warming up. 

“You don’t have to pay, you’re already being a gentleman.” Harry smiled at you but simply continued to count out the amount you owed, handing it over and taking the bag for you, refusing to hand it over. “So you’re carrying my things for me now, too?” You smirked and he chuckled. 

“Yes, ma’am,”

“Please, ma’am is my mother.” You joked and he snickered again as he led you back out of the still busy store. Next you went to Quality Quidditch Supplies so Harry could look for a pair of gloves. You didn’t care much for Quidditch but you found it interesting to look around at all the gear you didn’t understand, and you enjoyed seeing Harry excited, it was endearing. He tried to explain the rules to you, grinning, and you could tell it was something he was very passionate about. 

“Want to go to the Three Broomsticks?” He asked, “We can get butterbeers and chat more?” You nodded your head and began walking with him in that direction. 

“Sure, just don’t try and get me drunk,” You teased, he flushed for the first time in over an hour, shaking his head wildly. 

“I would never!” 

“I know, Harry, I’m only teasing you.” You promised and he relaxed slightly. “You’re a gentleman, remember.” He nodded, offering you his arm with a flourish as you walked. 

“M’lady,” 

“Kind sir,” You chuckled, taking his arm as you entered the dimly lit and slightly smoky tavern. You found an empty table in the corner and sat down, taking off your jacket as Harry sat across from you. Madam Rosmerta came up to your table and you ordered two butterbeers before she whisked away again to go and retrieve them. You continued your earlier conversation about Quidditch until your drinks arrived, you took a large sip and sighed. 

“Oh this hits the spot.” 

“It always does,” He agreed, sipping his own and coming away with a foam mustache. You giggled and reached over, wiping it off with your thumb and a smirk. “Thank you,” He muttered, looking down at his drink with bright red cheeks. 

“Of course.” You smiled, before swallowing thickly. Now was your shot. “I have to ask you something.” He looked up nervously. 

“Yes?” 

“Do you want to go out with me?” 

“Like,” Harry paused, “Like boyfriend/girlfriend?” He asked skeptically and you nodded your head. 

“Exactly like that.”  He looked around the room in shock and for a moment you thought he might actually turn you down, you grew nervous. 

“I would really like that, yeah.” You smiled and took another sip of butterbeer, winking at him over the rim of your mug. 

“Alright, brill.” 

You spent a lot of time with Harry over the next week, mostly at the bequest of your friends who demanded you, ‘made it look real’. Not that you minded too much, Harry was growing on you, and his company wasn’t bad. You studied together in the library a lot, chit chatting about nothing in particular. It was one of those times, you were seated on the same side of the table, giggling to yourself when a group of Hufflepuffs glared at you, shushing you for the third time.  Harry looked at them apologetically. 

“Maybe we should go,” He stated and you felt your face fall slightly. You were enjoying yourself. “We can go back to my common room?” He offered, brushing his hand gently over the back of yours. 

“You’re sure they won’t riot? A snake in the lion's den.” He chuckled, shaking his head and beginning to pack up. 

“Nah, you’ll be fine. It’s you after all,” You frowned. 

“What does that mean?” He seemed to realize what he said and shook his head. 

“Nothing! Nothing bad, just, everyone likes you, like, everyone. So no one will mind if you’re there.” He assured, and you relaxed, smiling. “Besides, you’re my girlfriend, you should be allowed in my common room, people bring in students from other houses all the time. No biggie.” Harry loved calling himself your boyfriend, it was almost like he had to remind himself every so often, that you were, in fact, his girlfriend. You felt guilty again, but tried to swallow it down. Harry carried both of your bags as you made your way up to Gryffindor tower, he spoke the password and you smirked. 

“Now I can sneak in, give you a haircut while you sleep.” He chuckled, holding the portrait open for you. 

“Please don’t,” 

“Harry!” Ron called from a sofa near the fireplace, and Harry put a hand on your back as he led you over. You were going to hang out with his friends?

“You brought Y/N,” Hermione spoke, smiling softly, “Good, sit down,” You and Harry took a seat in the only free seat, an armchair and you glanced at him. You hadn’t really been this close together yet, your bodies touching as you sat close together in the chair. 

“How are you?” Hermione asked politely, closing her book and setting it aside, Ron simply looked at you and Harry, smirking slightly. 

“I’m alright,” You nodded, feeling slightly out of place, which wasn’t a feeling you got often. “Starting to get more and more homework, they’re not holding back this year are they?” You asked and she smiled sympathetically, nodding. 

“Not at all, but it’s for our benefit,”

“How so? I won’t be of any benefit if I’m dead from stress.” Harry chuckled and Ron groaned. 

“Don’t get her started on how important preparing for the NEWTs are, please, Y/N, I already got the speech once today,” You smirked slightly, looking at Hermione who glared at Ron. You couldn’t help but wonder if they dated as well, but you decided not to ask. The three of them chatted and you occasionally joined in, Harry kept glancing at you, and you’d smile slightly everytime he did. You still felt awkward and out of place amongst your boyfriend, fake boyfriend’s friends. Eventually it got late, and you yawned, leaning slightly more into Harry as he continued to argue with Ron about the best Quidditch team, and who had the best chance at the world cup this year. 

“Sleepy?” Harry asked you, hesitantly putting an arm around around your shoulder. You enjoyed the comfort of it more than you were willing to admit to yourself in that moment. 

“A bit.” 

“Let me walk you back to your common room,” You shook your head as the boy got up. 

“No, Harry, no point in your walking to the other end of the castle and back, I’m a big girl, I can make it.” He shook his head back at you, smiling and offering you his hand. 

“Humor me,” You sighed and took the outstretched hand, allowing him to pull you into a standing position. 

“Fine, goodnight Hermione, Ron.” They both said goodnight to you, and Harry led you by your hand to the exit of the common room, swinging the portrait hole open. You walked, hands linked, in comfortable silence to the dungeons. When you got to the entrance of the Slytherin common room, you stopped, turning to him but not releasing his hand. 

“This is my stop, Thank you,” You grinned. 

“Of course,” He assured you, eyes going from your eyes to his lips. You watched him, tilting your head slightly and wondering if he had the guts to kiss you. It had been a week after all. Harry brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear and gazed down at you, and you found yourself hoping he would muster up the courage. 

“Y/N?” 

“Yes, Harry?” 

“May I kiss you?” He asked and you nodded your head slightly. The hand that had brushed your hair back, moved to your cheek, cupping it gently. He pulled you slightly closer before leaning down to gently press his lips to yours. It was sweet and gentle and before you knew it, it was over. He pulled back, blinking his eyes open and you giggled releasing his hand. 

“Goodnight,” You whispered.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” 

A week and a half later, and several kisses later, you were four days from the end of your bet, and you found yourself dreading Monday. You didn’t want to hurt Harry, you’d grown to enjoy his company, and once he got over how nervous you made him he was sweet and funny and lovely to be around. You were wandering the castle together, late at night, past curfew, and you were surprised by how willing Harry was to break some rules. You hadn’t seen each other in a few days, busy with class and school work, so he had suggested your little midnight rondevu. 

You were walking aimlessly, holding hands and talking about your week. Harry nudged you and you smirked up at him. 

“What?” He asked, laughing. 

“Oh nothing,” 

“No tell me,” 

“I’m just surprised is all,” You admitted. 

“About what?” 

“You. You’re not exactly what I thought you’d be.” He frowned. 

“In a bad way?” You shook your head and squeezed his hand tightly. 

“No, in a good way. I never expected you to be the sneak out late to see your girlfriend type.” He smirked down at you, nudging you back. 

“I’m full of surprises.” You smiled, swinging your hands playfully as you walked. At the end of the corridor a cat appeared suddenly, it’s eyes illuminated by the torch light. 

“Mrs. Norris!” You whispered loudly, yanking on Harry, “Come on,” Harry allowed you to lead him in the opposite direction, but the sound of footsteps were quickly approaching so you ducked into the first broom cupboard you saw, pulling Harry in with you and shutting the door quietly. 

“What if he checks?” Harry asked, eyes wide. You smacked a hand over his mouth hissing out a ‘shh’. The cupboard was tiny, and you were practically pressed against Harry fully, and you were shaking mildly. You played a senero over in your head; Filch finding you, owling your parents, telling them you had been found, after hours, alone, with Harry Bloody Potter in a broom cupboard. They would kill you. Harry felt you shaking and wrapped you into a hug, pulling you against his chest. You wanted to push him away, but you found it too comforting, so you wrapped your own arms around him, resting your head on his chest and closing your eyes tight. 

The footsteps came down the hallway quickly, and came closer and closer to you. You held your breath. Then they went directly past you, and continued on down the corridor. You let out the breath you had been holding and felt the tension leave your body. Harry rubbed a hand over your arm, kissing the top of your head. 

“We’re alright, Y/N.” He promised and you pulled back just far enough to look at him, smiling softly. Your faces only inches apart. Harry gazed down at you, openly adoringly. That’s one of the things you liked about him, how open he was in liking you. Most boys you had dated before barely even tolerated you; they just wanted to be able to say they were dating a pretty popular girl. They didn’t like you. 

Harry smiled, pressing his forehead against yours and you leaned in to give him a small kiss. When you pulled back he was blushing again. 

“Will you ever stop blushing?” You teased lightly, brushing his curls from his face. 

“No probably not, you make me blush.” He leaned in and kissed you again hesitantly, but you kissed back immediately. Right when you thought he might deepen the kiss he pulled back, blushing furiously. 

“S-Sorry.” 

“Why are you sorry?” 

“I don’t want you to think I’m trying to take advantage of you.” You giggled, pulling his head down again. 

“You’re not. I’m taking advantage of you,” You promised jokingly. Harry laughed against your lips, trailing his fingers over your sides as he kissed you. You felt his tongue tease at your lip curiously, and you began to wonder if he had ever snogged a girl before. You parted your own lips slightly, poking your own tongue out to meet his. Harry’s hands on your waist tightened. He opened his mouth more, pressing his tongue into your mouth as he began to explore- you allowed him. He tested the waters, and you occasionally ran your tongue over his. You didn’t know how long you stood there kissing but he eventually pulled back, smirking lightly down at you. 

“You’re... good at that.” You almost made a joke about how practice makes perfect but thought better of it. 

“Thank you, you’re a quick learner.” He frowned slightly before giving you a lopsided smile. 

“It’s obvious I haven’t done this before?” 

“I just figured,” You admitted. Usually boys who snogged a lot were much quicker to the draw. 

“Sorry,”

“Don’t apologize to me Harry, I’m glad I was your first proper kiss.” He moved his hands from your body and took your hands in his, lifting them to his mouth as he peppered the back of your hands with kisses. 

“Let me walk you back to your common room, make sure you get there safe.” You nodded your head. That was Harry, that’s what you liked about him. 

“How’d the break up go?” Your friend asked, plopping down on your bed beside you with a wide grin, you had been avoiding all of your friends for the past three days. You didn’t look up from your charms essay. 

“I haven’t done it.” you admitted, and her eyes widened. 

“What? Why? The dare was over three days ago!” You shrugged your shoulders, flushing deeply. “What?” You friend repeated, “Oh, Y/N, don’t tell me...” She placed a hand over her mouth, eyes wide. 

“I’m not going to break up with him.” You shrugged again, refusing to look at the other girl. 

“You like him!” She gasped.

“I’ve definitely started to,” You admitted, putting your quill down, rubbing your hands over your face. “I don’t want to hurt him, I don’t want to... stop seeing him.” She nodded slightly.

“But he’s a Gryffindor.”

“He’s a lot more than just his house,” You argued and she looked at you skeptically. 

“Are you sure?” You nodded. “Then don’t.” You both smiled smally at each other but then her face grew serious. “But I would tell him about the dare, if I were you, it’ll come out eventually. You don’t want that to happen.” Your face went blank. 

“Is that a threat?” 

“No.” She assured you seriously, “But it’s true.” And you knew she was right. Damn her. 

“I’ll go... find him now.” She patted your shoulder, and offered you a reassuring look. 

“Goodluck.” 

You went to Gryffindor tower and waited nervously outside the portrait hole until you saw a familiar face approaching. 

“Hi Neville.” 

“Hello Y/N, alright?” You nodded. 

“Can you do me a favor, can you ask Harry to come out?” He smiled.

“Of course.” He disappeared into the common room and you went back to waiting nervously. A few moments later and Harry came out, grinning widely. 

“Hey, Y/N,” He saw your face, and your nervous demeanour and stopped. “What’s wrong?” 

“Can we talk?” You asked, offering him your hand. He took it and nodded his head, eyes worried. 

“Of course.” You led him down the corridor finding a small nook you could tuck yourselves into for some privacy. “What’s wrong?” He asked again and you sighed, looking down at your entwined hands. You didn’t want to tell him, you didn’t want to see the look of hurt on his face when you admitted your relationship started on a bet. All you could do was hope he understood that it was no longer that way, and that you had fallen for him. 

“I need to tell you something, it’s going to hurt you and I am very sorry.” He nodded his head, trying to get you to look at him but you couldn’t. “You’re going to be cross with me, just know I really really like you, Harry.” 

“You’re breaking up with me?” He asked in a breathy whisper and you shook your head no. 

“No, I’m not. But you might want to break up with me.” 

“Tell me, Y/N, please.” You took a deep steadying breath and finally looked at him with tears in your eyes. 

“On the first day of the year, my dormmates and I were playing truth or dare.” You decided to get directly to the point, “They... they knew you liked me. A lot. Everyone did. They dared me to ask you out.” You watched as his face fell, a look of horror overcoming him. “I was supposed to date you for three weeks, and then break up with you- but I can’t. I told them I can’t, Harry. I like you too much. I don’t want to break up with you, I am so so sorry.” You were crying. His face went blank.

“It was a dare?” 

“At first! Just at first, but you’re so kind, and good to me, and handsome, and sweet. You’re such a gentleman, I’ve never met a boy like you, let alone dated one. 

“A dare.” He repeated and you tried to take his hand again but he yanked it away. “Don’t.” 

“I’m sorry,”

“I don’t want to hear it.” The look of hurt on his face was too much for you and your shoulders shook with tears. “How could you do that to someone?” He asked angrily and you winced. 

“I didn’t want to, I told them I didn’t want to hurt you, but a dare was a dare.” Harry stood up suddenly, looking down at you. He was sad and angry and you couldn’t blame him. 

“And what? Now I’m supposed to just believe you’ve changed your mind?” He asked and you nodded and shrugged. 

“I won’t blame you if you don’t. But it’s the truth. I like you Harry. A lot. I don’t want to lose you.” He shook his head and turned, walking a few steps away before stopping. He turned to look at you, once more, before turning again and he was gone. You sat for another few minutes crying pathetically to yourself before you got up and made your way back to your dorm, locking yourself in the bathroom for hours. You really screwed up this time. 

Over a week had passed and Harry hadn’t spoken to you. He barely even looked at you, and you were miserable. You sat in the great hall not eating, just pushing your peas around with a fork.  You looked like shit, you’re usually effortless demeanour was crushed and you were hurting badly. You looked up across the room to Gryffindor door table and made eye contact with him. He held your gaze until you looked down, wiping furiously at your eyes. You couldn’t cry in front of all of these people.  

You kept your head down, your hair forming a curtain from the world as you continued playing with your food. Misery didn’t suit you. A few moments later someone cleared their throat behind you and you didn’t move. 

“Y/N,” they spoke and you jumped slightly, recognizing the voice. You turned and saw Harry standing there, he looked down at you sadly. 

“Harry.” You croaked out. He stood there for a moment before he moved, leaning down and pressing a searing kiss to your chapped lips. When he pulled back you looked at him with wide eyes, mouth slightly open. “Wha-”

“I believe you,” He stated, eyes warm. He was looking at you like he used to. “I needed time, but I miss you too much. I believe you, and if you are willing, I want you to still be my girlfriend.” Your eyes welled again. You stood up from the bench and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his chest. 

“I would love that.” He rubbed your back and a few nearby students, including your friends clapped and laughed, whooping. You were never ever playing truth or dare again.

#Harry Potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x slytherin!reader #slytherin #gryffindor

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I’d love Lucifer & Rain for November 12th Prompt, maybe sharing an umbrella home late at night, nsfw would be fun too if you want to, or even better MCxLuciferxDiavolo, “it’s too rainy, just stay here for the night” nsfw prompt ~ HoRights (I love ur writing, especially your nsfw work, especially how you write Diavolo)

PHEW. This one kicked my BUTT but I did it! I did it for you nonny and for anyone else who would enjoy this. This is my first threesome and constructive criticism is welcome!

Warnings: nsfw, she/her pronouns, 2nd person POV, double penetration, implied wounds from fangs and claws, please let me know if I need to add more!!

10: Rain with Diavolo, Lucifer, and Reader

It wasn't supposed to rain, the forecast called for clear skies. You specifically double and triple checked to make sure there'd be no precipitation that day before you decided on your outfit. Lord Diavolo had invited you and Lucifer over for tea and to check up on how your exchange program was going so far. Asmo just happened to be walking by when the invitation was announced and stole you away to his room to get ready.

"It's not every day you get the attention of the two strongest demons in all of Devildom," his honey whiskey eyes twinkled and he winked at you, "so let's give them something to look at."

Your hair was up in a bun, loose tendrils and bangs were shaped to frame your face. Asmo had fretted over your make-up giving you a natural look to highlight your "adorable human face," with winged eyeliner and a barely pink lipstick that was almost nude with highlighter brushed across your cheeks.

The dress he had given you, he said he was borrowing it for inspiration but you had given him your best puppy dog eyes and he crumbled. The way it felt against your skin, the way you looked in the mirror, a sense of empowerment washed over you and he whistled at your newfound confidence. You'd never worn this much white before because you never trusted yourself not to get something on it. However, one look at your legs, the skin of your thighs from behind the lace that extended down to your ankles reaffirmed it for you. There was no way you wouldn't wear this creation.

It wasn't supposed to rain yet here you were, both you and Lucifer soaked to the bone. The sky had unleashed a torrential downpour and neither of you had been prepared for it. He shifted quickly into his demon form and sped to Diavolo's castle but the rain still got to you and the wind from his speed didn't help at all.

On the bright side, your make-up was still flawless.

Barbatos met you at the door with the fluffiest towels you'd ever seen, they were warm as if plucked fresh from the dryer. You let out a moan as you wrapped the towel around your bare arms; the soft texture and heated warmth soothing your shivering skin.

Lucifer took his coat off and traded it for a towel from Barbatos. He ushered you over to the fireplace already roaring with a mild inferno. Draping his own towel around his shoulders, the noise you'd made caught his attention and he turned to face you.

Hiding his frustration at your feeble attempts to dry yourself off, Lucifer reached up over to you, easily undoing your bun and watched as your hair fell. “It’ll be easier to dry if it’s down.”

You nod as you look up at him. Beads of water streaming down his face, following the contours of his neck, you licked your lips as he turns to Barbatos.

“Barbatos, please inform Lord Diavolo we will need a moment to dry off. We will wait here, the fire should help."

Barbatos nodded and turned to go update the Prince leaving the two of you alone for the moment. You looked down at your dress and pouted, but jumped back, fighting to cover yourself more with the towel as you realized your very wet white dress was now also very see through.

The water caused the dress to turn so sheer that you could see every dip and curve of your figure including your underwear and your painfully erect nipples. You swore you could hear Asmo laughing and you resigned yourself to never wear something of his again.

You turned to face the fire, fingers biting into the towel and tried to focus on warming up. The material of the dress hung around your legs, and you were trying to keep yourself from shivering. He sighed as he grabbed a blanket from the arm of the couch. As he walked over to you he opened the blanket, covering your legs.

“He probably won’t be long.” He clicked his tongue. “You’re not at all ready to see Lord Diavolo. And I can’t have you looking like this.” He tutted as if you were a child and you huffed, about to bite back but the retort fizzled as you felt a gloved hand against the side of your face.

Lucifer took hold of your chin and turned your head to the side as he spoke in your ear, “Let me dry you off,” his warm breath against your damp skin sent shivers down your spine. Taking hold of the towel around your arms, he started to rub circles over your shoulders, slowly moving down your collarbone to your chest.

“You must be really cold being this wet.” His hands starting to massage your breasts, focusing around your nipples. He watched as you tried to hold in your reaction. “I’m simply helping you to dry off, and you’re reacting quite lewdly." Your mouth gaped open and you scoffed. "How can I not react like this when you're," he pinched your nipple effectively cutting you off. He drew out a mewl as his fingers continued to massage your breasts.

”I’ve only just started to dry you off. ” He lifted one hand and removed his glove with his teeth, returning it to your breast and repeated the same for the other hand. Continuing to dry you off, he started to bring the towel further down your body, his fingers pressing into your skin.

Adjusting the towel so it was around your waist, he pulled you into him a bit. His knee pressing up between your thighs and you bit back a moan as you felt him tug the towel tighter around you, moving your hips over his leg. “Your dress is even soaked down here.”

He watched as the wet ends of your hair dripped down your chest and puddles formed on the carpet under you. “Now you’re getting the carpet wet. We must see to it you have a recap on manners.” He leaned down as slowly licked the crevices of your collarbone up to your neck. You whined, feeling your composure start to crumble as the flat of his tongue made your eyes roll back, your hands reaching out to his biceps to steady yourself.

“Well, it seems I’m just in time.” Diavolo’s voice echoed behind them. You froze and your heart sank to your stomach from the intrusion. You flushed a bright red, wishing that the fight or flight instincts for humans included temporary invisibility.

Lucifer nipped at the skin under your ear, his hands continuing to rub over your hips as he pulled away looking down at her then over at Diavolo, “Assistance seems to be required with this one. So unkempt, she needs a lesson in how to refine herself.”

“Yes, I see what you mean, she is making quite the mess of the floor.” Diavolo walked up behind you, as he took the towel from around Lucifer’s neck. You blinked and found yourself swallowing hard as the two conversed, suddenly feeling very small and vulnerable as the look in their eyes turned predatory.

“I know you're more than capable of attending to the front of her," towel in hand, Diavolo began by gently patting your hair between the folds, surprising you as he actually began helping you to dry off. "I can see why you're requesting assistance," he hummed but there was something sinister in the way he tried to sound innocent. Diavolo pulled his hands away and you cried out, shuddering on Lucifer's knee as the demon prince delivered a sharp spank to your ass.

"She's soaking wet and thinks she can speak without permission." His fingers groped your ass before running the towel down your thighs, to your ankles and back up, his hands kneading your cheeks through the towel. "Quite the handful indeed."

“Your behavior right now in front of the Prince is disappointing. You can't even form a coherent sentence." Lucifer saw the fire in your eye, your mouth opening to bite back but your breath caught in your throat as he pressed three of his fingers into your mouth. You glared but the look he gave melted you and you began lapping and sucking his fingers obediently.

“Now now, I think she’s starting to get better. Besides, how is she supposed to speak if you don't give her the chance to." Diavolo's claws snipped the fabric over your shoulders and cut through the straps of your bra. His gentle hands pulled the fabric down exposing your damp skin to the heat of the rolling fire between their bodies and from the fireplace.

Goosebumps rippled across your skin as he tugged the fabric down further, freeing your breasts from their confines and tossing your bra gracefully into the fire. You wanted to whine but the prince took a step closer, his hands moving to cup your breasts, fingers toying with your nipples and you cried out against Lucifer's fingers and he shoved then further into your mouth. Diavolo rested his head on your shoulder as his hands continued kneading and massaging your tits and he smiled innocently at Lucifer.

"I think she's behaving quite admirably so far but we do need to do something about this dress. It's almost a shame I wasn't able to see it fully. Oh well," his voice was filled with mock disappointment as his hands slid under the dress and along your stomach, down the front of your thighs, his thumbs hooking into and dragging your panties down with the dress.

Your body shivered as his nails bit into your flesh as the material pooled at your feet. The dress was snatched away and you found yourself being pushed further and harder onto Lucifer's thigh, your mind fogging over as hands roved around your body; one moving your hips forcing you to ride Lucifer's leg and two hands on your chest playing with your nipples simultaneously.

Your back arched and your head thumped against Diavolo’s chest and he chuckled, fangs nipping at the skin of your throat. You whined as his fangs pierced your skin, his hot tongue lapping at the blood that slowly dripped down. Lucifer removed his fingers from your mouth and leaned in to replace them with his tongue as his hand traveled down to your folds. You squeaked in surprise as his slick digits worked to stretch out your puckered entrance instead of your cunt. Sensing your confusion, Diavolo reached down to your thighs, hands scooping under your knees and hoisting you up. Your face heated up, flushed red as a tomato as he held you open in front of Lucifer, your legs spread wide. Lucifer hummed appreciatively but tsked as you turned your head to the side to try and hide, closing your eyes and biting your lip as you felt Diavolo’s erection pressed against the underside of your cheeks.

“You should know by now little one that you can’t hide from us.” The Prince’s words rolled over your skin like warm honey as his mouth attached itself to the crook of your neck, crying out as he bit down the same time Lucifer’s fingers re-entered your back side, working your muscles and stretching you out. Your eyes snapped open when you felt Lucifer’s hand gently guiding your chin to look back at him, his lips latching on to yours as both of his hands moved to prep and stretch both of your openings. His tongue invaded your mouth, brushing up against your own forcefully, saliva dribbled down your chin, swallowing your moans as you cried out from the pleasure that pooled from his ministrations.

Your mind barely registered the sounds of their pants being undone but you felt the dual presence of both their members pressed against your skin. Diavolo lifted you a little higher for Lucifer to guide the Prince’s erection into your cunt, coating himself with your slick juices and growling as he bit into your shoulder. Lucifer’s mouth went down to your chest, biting and tugging at your nipples, his tongue lapping to soothe the pain. Your eyes fluttered, back arching as Diavolo lowered you down, your cunt engulfing his over-sized demon cock. The stretch from his girth sent stars across your vision, toes curling, and your voice crying out as the heat that was building up released. Lucifer pulled away to watch your face twist up in orgasmic bliss, chuckling as he pumped his own erection a few times, inpatient to feel you convulse around him.

“Orgasms make for such a pleasant shade of red across her face.” Your mind barely registering the smooth baritone of Lucifer’s voice over the groans from the prince behind you. Your orgasm came as a surprise to the prince and he was losing his composure.

“I can see why you’ve taken such a liking to this human,” Diavolo’s voice rumbled with a growl as his claws bit into the soft flesh of your thighs, “I almost don’t want to share her.” Lucifer froze in front of you and Diavolo laughed, sighing as he pulled himself out of you, his tip re-aligning with your lower entrance. “Come now Luce, I said ‘almost.’” The prince nipped at your earlobe and started pushing his way inside. Your hands reached out to Lucifer and he didn’t hesitate to catch your arms, stepping closer to allow you to brace yourself on his biceps.

Taking a moment, Lucifer reached up to tuck loose strands of your hair behind your ear, his gaze soft as he took in your facial features looking for any signs of discomfort in your body language. Your eyes flickered down to his lips and he brought himself in closer, his own cock pushing its way through your folds as he sealed his lips over yours. His mouth muffled your moans, your hips involuntarily bucking themselves to feel more of him, thrusting Diavolo’s cock further into you. Lucifer rolled his hips a few more times, grinding his hips into yours but it wasn’t enough for you. Even with the demon prince already inside of you, your core cried out for Lucifer.

“Lucifer, please,” the demons shared a look, a silent conversation, and Lucifer’s lips were back on yours as he snapped his hips, sheathing himself fully into you. Diavolo didn’t even wait for you to adjust before he started rolling his hips, his hands on your thighs moving you in tandem with his thrusting. Lucifer’s hands were on your hips as he set his pace, alternating with the prince.

Their thrusting felt like it was going to rip you in half, you reminded yourself that it’d be easy for them to do so, but your body accepted their girths nonetheless. You felt every ridge and bump as their cocks took their turns fucking you, one after the other, never feeling empty as they kept a steady pace. Cries and moans poured out from between your lips, noises you thought you’d never make outside your dreams, however you were completely ignorant from the strain on your throat. You wouldn’t be able to speak tomorrow but that was the furthest thing from your mind.

Their breaths like molten lava over your skin as the three of you panted, composure crumbling as their pace increased. Their thrusting became erratic, no longer working in tandem, their grip on your body tightening, your body bouncing as it tried to keep up. One of your hands flew up to wrap around the back of Diavolo’s neck, your nails digging into Lucifer’s shoulder in a desperate attempt to hold onto something.

Diavolo’s chest rumbled against your back, letting out a low growl that reverberated through your soul and ignited your core. Their hands switched positions on your body. Sharp claws dug into your hips as the prince took full control over the pace, forcing your body to ride them in unison. Lucifer leaned forward, his teeth grazing over your collarbone sending sparks straight to your core and the pitch in your voice increasing as your body raced to its next orgasm.

Taking the hint, Diavolo lowered his head and sank his fangs into your shoulder, Lucifer followed suit biting into your collarbone. A shrill scream tore from your and your body froze before shaking violently as the dam holding back your orgasm broke open. Growls from both demons deafening in your ears as your muscles convulsed and tightened around them, chasing their own orgasms just moments after yours. The heat from their release filling you and their thrusting slowed to lazy rolls allowing your body to milk them, stuffing you with their cum.

Claws reverted back to fingers and they pulled their teeth from your flesh. You mewled as their tongues lapped at the wounds and cleaned up the blood. The hands from your hips disappeared and soft lips pressed against your temple in a chaste kiss. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped when the prince ruffled Lucifer’s hair. Crimson eyes rolled and Diavolo let out his own chuckle and he stepped away. Lucifer moved his arms to help you stand upright, wrapping his arms around you after your feet touched the ground and your knees buckled.

Their seed leaked from you, you felt it running down your thigh and the prince practically purred in delight. In an instant, Barbatos was there with three plush robes, his visage polite and respectful but you were still riding the post-orgasm high to feel mortified in front of the other demon. Lucifer made sure to help you with your robe first, fastening the tie around your waist before donning his own robe.

Lightning cracked outside the mansion and you swore you saw Diavolo’s demon form in the flash of the light, his eyes briefly flashing with an unsatiated appetite. You blinked and he resumed his normal cheerful demeanor.

“You’re more than welcome to stay here and wait out the rest of the storm. Barbatos will show you to your room. Feel free to rest, recoup, whatever it is you two lovebirds do to pass the time.” His smile remained joyous but his eyes poured into yours with an intense heat. “Don’t hesitate to seek me out if there’s anything you need to make your stay more,” his voice dropped ever so slightly as he said, “enjoyable.”

“Thank you Lord Diavolo for accommodating us on such short notice,” Lucifer’s voice was cordial, but there was a playful glint in his eye as he responded to the prince. “I’m sure I can find ways to entertain Y/N until the rain stops but don’t worry, I’ll have her cry out your name if we need your assistance.”

#obey me #om swd #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #om lucifer #obey me diavolo #om diavolo #dialucy #om dialucy #om smut #n/sfw #lucifer #diavolo #double check tags

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my submission for the @drinkwithme-exchange for @fuckyeahlesmiserables

I originally wrote something completely different, and I didn't like it at all, but you mentioned you liked my Old Guard series, so I wrote a new installment of that for you instead!

Platonic Ships: Eponine & Musichetta, Eponine & Grantaire

Eponine swirled her glass. Cosette was still with Enjolras - she’d dragged their newly-returned-from-the-dead friend off pretty quick, but Eponine was still processing. Did she believe him? She wasn’t sure. He’d convinced Bahorel, though, and Baz had never been the type to believe just anything without questioning it, especially something as batshit crazy as all of this.

Immortals. What next?

She drained what remained of her whiskey and coke, and stood. She needed to go for a walk.

Eponine was three blocks away from Jehan’s little house when Musichetta caught up to her.

“Hey.” Musichetta put a hand on Eponine’s shoulder. “You okay?”

Eponine stopped walking, lit a cigarette. “Yeah. Sure.”

“You know it’s okay if you’re not,” Musichetta said, never one to just back down.

“Yeah,” Eponine repeated with a sigh. “You want one?”

“Sure.” Musichetta took the offered cigarette; Eponine lit it for her.

They stood in silence for a while. Eponine liked that about Musichetta, that they could just be. That she didn’t have to talk, or fill the space.

“It’s fucked up, right?” Eponine said eventually.

“Yeah.” Musichetta didn’t have to ask what. Enjolras’ return was a miracle unlooked for, of course, but it was bittersweet, too. They’d mourned him. Not moved on, never moved on - it felt impossible, when there were no answers - but he’d left them.

Eponine understood. She did, probably better than any of the rest of them. She of all people knew about needing to run away and not look back, knew about new lives and new beginnings and the colliding of worlds.

It still hurt, to have been left behind.

“It’s good to have answers,” Musichetta said eventually, when their cigarettes were burned nearly to stubs. “Fucking weird answers, mind you-”

Eponine laughed, sharp. “Fucking weird answers,” she agreed.

“-But it’s good to have them,” Musichetta finished.

“Yeah,” Eponine agreed. “I’m glad he’s alive. And hey, if he really is immortal, I can shank him for doing that to us,” she grinned, all teeth and no joy.

Musichetta nudged her in the side. “You’re not gonna stab Enjolras,” she shook her head.

“I might,” Eponine protested.

“You’re not going to stab Enjolras,” Musichetta repeated sternly. “I know you’re mad. We all are, a little. It’s a lot. But-”

“But what? But he had to?” She knew that. “It wasn’t safe?” She knew that too. She dropped her cigarette, put it out with her heel. Could hear Enjolras’ voice in the back of her head, chiding her for littering, for letting the chemicals inevitably leach into the water somewhere. She ignored it.

“Yes,” Musichetta said, as if it were that simple. “And he came back in the end.”

“Because he got caught,” Eponine snarled. “Not because-”

“He cares about us. He cares about you,” Musichetta said softly.

“Does he?”

“You know he does.”

Eponine sighed, looked away. “I’ll forgive him eventually,” she muttered. “I’m just - I’m not ready yet.”

“Okay,” Musichetta agreed with a soft smile. “Can I hug you?”

Eponine rolled her eyes a little, but she opened her arms, and really, she’d never admit it out loud, but Musichetta’s hugs had a way of making her feel like everything really might be alright, someday.

--

Enjolras would stay for three days. That’s what he said when he got off the phone with his friends. Three days. His friends would make the drive today, his new family.

Eponine didn’t resent him for it. Or - she did, a little. He’d ran off with his new friends to a new place and left them all to pick up the pieces, and now his new friends were coming here. But it was fine, and Eponine didn’t resent him.

Maybe if she repeated it enough she’d convince herself.

She knew she wasn’t being fair to him. She knew she was wasting time - if they only had three days, she ought to be making the most of it, not sulking in the bathroom.

“You’re going to regret avoiding him the whole time when he has to leave again,” came Musichetta’s voice from the other side of the door, because Musichetta was a fucking mind reader.

“Maybe so,” Eponine called back, but she unlocked the door and opened it.

“Apparently they’ll be here in around an hour,” Musichetta reported. “They started the drive this morning.”

“Great,” Eponine muttered.

“Ep.” Musichetta frowned. Apparently, sympathy hours had run out. “Come on. They’re important to him.”

“We used to be important to him,” Eponine scowled.

“Okay, that’s enough.” Musichetta stepped into the bathroom with Eponine, shutting the door behind her. “I love you, you know I do, but he still loves us. And you’re going to feel like shit when he’s gone, and you’ve just been resentful at him the whole time. Did he do a shitty thing? Yes. Do you have a right to be upset by it all? Absolutely. But you’re going to kick yourself for wasting the time you’ve been given.”

Eponine glared at Musichetta for a long moment, but Musichetta was used to her moods, and didn’t back down an inch.

Eponine deflated, sighed, and ran her fingers through her hair. “So, we’ve moved on from pity to ass-kicking, huh?”

“You know the drill, baby,” Musichetta grins at her. “One day for wallowing, and then we get the fuck back up again.”

“Ugh. I fucking hate you.”

“No you don’t.” Musichetta clapped Eponine on the back. “C’mon. Let’s go do this thing.”

--

Enjolras’ friends were.. Well. They were an odd bunch, which meant, in the end, that they fit right in. Marius was looking up at Courfeyrac with the widest puppy eyes, enraptured by the tales he wove. Marius wasn’t the only one - even Eponine had to admit the man had charisma. He’d won over most of the group within moments of arriving, cheerful and kind as he was. Combeferre was a quiet, steady presence beside him, the pair of them orbiting each other in a way that was as enthralling as it was sickeningly sweet. Joly had managed to tear Combeferre away for a separate conversation at some point; Eponine wasn’t listening, had stopped listening when they had started discussing the more gruesome points in medical history. And then there was Feuilly - she was gorgeous, and better yet, she swore like a sailor and beat Bahorel at arm wrestling three times in a row. Enjolras’ new friends had been folded neatly into the Amis, like it was easy, like they fit.

Well, most of them. One man kept to the corner, nursing a drink and watching Enjolras, always watching Enjolras.

“Grantaire, right?” Eponine leaned against the wall beside him.

He looked over at her, startled. “Yeah. That’s me.”

“A bit old for him, aren’t you?” she asked, because she wasn’t stupid, she knew what it meant that Grantaire stared like that, that Enjolras only blushed when stumbling over his introduction of Grantaire, and not the others.

Grantaire snorted. “You have no idea,” he admitted. “But he knows what he wants, and I’ve learned not to get in the way of his decisions.”

“Hm.” Eponine sized Grantaire up. Honestly, she’d assumed Enjolras was some sort of monk, before he’d disappeared. He’d never dated, never so much as looked.

He definitely looked at Grantaire, though. In fact, he was looking now, looking away from his conversation with Courfeyrac, Combeferre, Marius and Cosette to stare at Grantaire, and it wasn’t a look Eponine had ever seen him direct at anyone before.

“You’re not what I’d have expected for him,” she said.

“Tell me about it.” Grantaire didn’t seem to care to argue the point.

Eponine narrowed her eyes at him.

He glanced at her, and shrugged. “I love him,” he said after a moment. “When I was ready to give up on the world, there he was, all..” He waved a hand in Enjolras’ direction. “Well, you know him. You know what he’s like - justice and whatever, Apollo fucking incarnate, the way he speaks..” Grantaire trailed off. “I don’t know how anyone can hear him talk and not love him.”

“I dunno, he’s not really my type,” Eponine said drily, a smile beginning to curl at the edge of her lips despite herself.

Grantaire laughed. “Must be weird, all of this.”

“Now there’s an understatement,” Eponine muttered, eyes locked on Enjolras, who had returned to his conversation.

“He’s not going to age,” Grantaire said, not quite casual.

“I guess not,” Eponine agreed.

“It’s going to kill him, watching you all age and die.” Grantaire crossed his arms over his chest.

Eponine.. hadn’t thought about that. “Is that why he stayed away?”

“Absolutely not.” Grantaire huffed out a laugh, though he didn’t seem happy about it. “No, he wanted so badly to get in touch, no matter how much we - I - warned him he’d just get hurt. He thinks it’s worth it.” Grantaire looked around the room, and Eponine could see when he softened. “Maybe he was right,” he allowed. “I just hope it doesn’t break him.”

“So you’re the reason he stayed away,” Eponine narrowed her eyes at him.

Grantaire glanced at her. “I just want him to be safe and happy. Getting attached to mortals? Never ends well.”

“It wasn’t your call to make,” Eponine frowned at him.

“No,” Grantaire agreed. “It wasn’t. I didn’t try to stop him from coming here, I just..” He sighed.

Eponine sighed too. “You’re right,” she said eventually. “It’ll kill him to watch us die. And he won’t look away, I know he won’t, he’ll be here.”

“Yeah,” Grantaire agreed.

Sad wasn’t the right word for Grantaire, Eponine thought. Weary, to his bones, with sadness etched into him… for a moment, she felt like she glimpsed him properly, ancient and grand as he was. And then he was just a guy again - a young man in a green hoodie, someone she’d pass on the street and never give a second thought to.

“You’ll be there for him, when it happens,” Eponine said like it was a certainty. She had to hope - believe - that it was.

“Yes,” Grantaire agreed. “I’ll be there. So will they.” He gestured to where Enjolras was gesticulating wildly, accidentally smacking Courfeyrac’s nose when a gesture went too wide. Courfeyrac just laughed, and tweaked Enjolras’ nose in return. Enjolras squawked indignantly, and then the whole group of them were laughing, Cosette and Marius included, and Bossuet, who had joined them at some point.

“You’ll keep in touch,” Eponine said. It wasn’t a question. She held out her phone.

Grantaire looked at her for a long moment. She didn’t squirm, didn’t flinch, just raised an eyebrow.

Grantaire nodded, took the phone, and plugged his own number in. Enjolras’, too, for good measure.

“I was determined to hate you all,” Eponine admitted as she took the phone back.

“I get that,” Grantaire agreed.

“I don’t,” Eponine pocketed the phone. “He seems happy. And he’s out there, making a difference or whatever. If he can’t do it with us, I’m.. glad, I guess, that he can do it with you.”

“He’d stay if he could,” Grantaire said.

“I don’t know if that’s true,” Eponine shook her head. “He cares about you a lot. And them, too, your whole bunch.”

“He’s got enough in his heart of all of us.” Grantaire looked at her.

Eponine smiled a little. “Yeah. Yeah, he does.”

#les mis #drinkwithme2021

[tearsincerulean]

It Was Always You

Summary: Y/n met the Winchester brothers a little over a year ago and has been riding with them since. But when complicated feelings arise, what will happen during their time together?

Pairing: Dean x Reader 

Series Warnings: slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, blood, violence, torture, fighting, individual kinks. Specific warnings before each chapter.

Chapter Warnings: slow burn, fluff, smutty smut smut, fingering, public fingering, dirty talk, playfulness, drinking, dirty dancing, and a bit of a daddy kink.

Word Count: 3,764

Chapter 3:

It was a crisp autumn evening and as the three of you walked, the leaves crunched beneath your feet. You guys decided to walk the short distance to the bar, it was only about a block or two away from your motel, you all were planning on drinking a little too much tonight. You were still lost in your thoughts. Thinking about what both Sam and Dean said and how they reacted when they saw your outfit. As you ponder it, you remember how Dean had that flash of anger cross his face while Sam was staring at you and complimenting you. Maybe he was jealous? But as soon as you turned your attention to him, his mood shifted and that little moan he finally let out in front of you after eyeing you in your outfit, fuck. It was so sexy. God, you would do anything to hear him moan like that all night long. 

You and Dean have always had a weird relationship, sometimes sending flirty signals but sometimes it felt like he saw you as nothing more than a little sister. Recently though, you’ve been noticing things more and more, like the way he will wet his lips and then bite them ever so subtly every so often when your around, or how his eyes have been lingering on you alot longer than usual. This sudden change in his behavior has you thinking about the past as well, to see if maybe these cues and tells have been here all along you just didn’t notice them because in your mind, he would never see you that way. Then you start to remember little things. Like how when you would wear your favorite sleeping outfit around the motel room, boy shorts and an oversized t-shirt (usually one you managed to steal from either Sam or Dean), Dean's eyes would linger on your ass and your exposed legs but would snap away the second you caught him. Or how when you would wear your fed outfit he would glance down at your chest a little too often, again looking away and acting as if nothing happened if you managed to catch him. You thought it was either because he disapproved of what you were wearing, or because he was a guy and they can’t help themselves when it comes to things like that.

All that time you have had a crush on him, the thought never crossed your mind that he could feel the same. Now you feel somewhat stupid for not noticing these things sooner, but a bit more confident in your plan to try and get some attention or even a reaction from him tonight, you have no idea how but you’ll make it up as you go. Who knows what he will do, but either way you’ll have your answer. 

You are almost to the bar and you are a few feet ahead of Sam and Dean. You hear Dean smirk off to Sam, “So, you actually gonna get lucky tonight Sammy? Or are you gonna tap out early like usual and go read like the nerd you are?” You stifle a giggle when you hear Sam land a punch against Dean’s arm. “Very funny Dean. How about you man up and finally make a move on…” Now it was Dean’s turn to punch Sam. You were already at the bar door when Sam made that comment so he probably thought you were far enough away that you couldn’t hear them, so you pretended you didn’t hear anything...even though your stomach was now alive with a million butterflies fluttering about, and turned to the boys to say, “Well, we made it! Who’s ready to party?!” Both brothers flashed you a smile and you all made your way inside. 

The music was loud and the bar was decently packed. You walked up to the counter and the boys went to find a table. You ordered two beers and a bottle of whiskey for the boys while ordering yourself a bottle of Malibu rum. You found out early on that shots was the way to get you drunk because A) you hated the taste of beer and B) even if you didn’t you can’t drink enough of them fast enough to actually get drunk. The bartender hands you everything along with three shot glasses and you make your way back to the boys who chose a table situated right in between the pool tables and the dance floor. You set everything down and the brothers both look up at you with dorky smiles. “You really meant it when you said you were ready to party huh?” Sam said, while smirking and raising an eyebrow at you. “Really princess, Malibu?” Dean chimes in. You fight back the butterflies and heat rising to your cheeks at the new nickname and smack his arm “Shut it Winchester, I happen to love coconut and I want to get drunk this is the quickest and easiest way!”

“Easy princess I was joking, and FYI I happen to love the taste of coconut…” Dean says while smirking and eyeing you up and down. This time though, you don’t look away, instead you decide it’s your turn to lick your lips and eye him up and down. Damn does he look good tonight. He's wearing a pair of jeans that are worn in perfectly and a tight black shirt under your favorite red flannel of his, which is now rolled up to his elbows and hugging his biceps just right. Just his forearms are enough to get you hot and bothered, their so thick and his veins are popping just right, and then his biceps….fuck, they look like they can just bust right through the flannel with enough force. Then you look up to admire his face for a split second. His stubble is the perfect length, his eyes look like shiny emeralds under the neon lights, and his lips look more kissable that ever. You realize that he noticed you checking him out and a small smirk forms on your lips, Sam completely oblivious to the exchange happening. Instead, he’s opening the whiskey and your rum and pouring the first of many rounds of shots. 

“Well, here’s to the brothers who save the world and who saved my life.” You toast but before you all down your shots Dean adds, “and to the girl who saved ours.” Sam smiles then downs his shot. You and Dean both take yours without breaking eye contact with each other. You set the glass back down on the table and break the gaze. The familiar coconut taste and slight burn run through your body and you giggle “Another!” Sam shakes his head and begins pouring another round. You smile back and clap your hands excitedly causing Dean to let out a full on laugh. That sound made you want to faint, it was beautiful and music to your ears, and boy did he look adorable too. “Oh god, what did we get ourselves into Sammy?” Dean asks, still chuckling. “A fun night Winchester, just you wait…” you responded poking him in the chest, a cheeky smile playing on your face. 

You and the boys took four more shots after that and then they decided to drink their beers before they got too warm. You were okay with taking a break because after the fourth shot you were feeling buzzed, six in now and you are already getting drunk. You didn’t mind though. You planned on taking a lot more, but wanted to pace yourself that way you could still somewhat execute the plan you formulated back at the motel. It was already working too, Dean was getting a bit flirtier with you, and you with him. Sam and Dean were talking about who knows what, you tuned out of the conversation a while ago, and you scanned the room, your eyes landing on the dance floor which had quite a few people on it already. You were in a small college town, so most of the girls and guys on the floor were that age, your age, you sometimes have to remind yourself, because only a year and a half ago you were in college but then your life was turned upside down thanks to a pack of werewolves and you’ve been hunting with the boys since. 

You are ripped from your thoughts as a new song booms over the speakers, just then you get the idea to find a way to dirty dance with Dean, you know... some bumping, some grinding, working your curves. The outfit you're wearing and the liquor in your system gives you confidence. You bounce up and down excitedly in your seat, you turn towards Dean and put your hands on his thigh. He takes a sharp breath and looks over at you, his and Sam’s conversation immediately over because his attention is fully on you now. You muster up the biggest puppy dog eyes and the sweetest, shyest smile causing your dimple to come into full view. “Deeeaaannn… will you pleeeaaassse come dance with me?” You catch Sam smirk and shake his head out of the corner of your eye, probably egging Dean on, because if you read the comment outside the bar earlier right, Sam doesn’t think Dean has the balls to make a move on someone, and you’re really hoping that someone is you.  

“Sweetheart, I… I don’t really… I’m not really good at dancing.” He stammers out.

“Please D, you won’t have to do much, trust me.” you say sticking your lower lip out and giving him your signature pouty face while moving one of your hands to rest on his bicep and keeping the other on his thigh. 

 

He looks down at both of your hands, then back up into your pleading eyes. “You’re lucky you're cute when you pout princess.” he says with a small smile. Now you’re smiling like an idiot because not only did you get him to agree but he also used your new favorite nickname and called you cute in the process. You took one more shot of rum, because you knew you would need the liquid courage, and then you stand and practically drag Dean to the dance floor. Sam just laughs and heads to the bar to get another beer. Right when you make it to the dance floor a new song begins and a wicked smile hits your lips, it is your favorite song at the moment, and when the boys are gone you dance to it all the time. It’s the perfect song to not only swing your hips to, but the beat also gives you an excuse to bump and grind up against Dean. You lead him towards the middle of the dance floor so that you are in between all the other people who seem to have the same idea because in no time every girl on the floor is with a guy and putting on her best moves. You take a deep breath, time to put the plan into full motion. 

You take Dean’s hands in your own and guide them to your hips watching as he swallows hard and his eyes seem to fill with what you can only describe as lust. You turn in his arms so that your ass is now facing his front and you start swaying your hips to the beat, his hands guiding your movements. You take a step back and brush your ass up against his front where you can feel his growing erection straining against his jeans then continue to sway your hips so that you are now brushing up against his cock. He leans in closer and slides his hands from your hips down your thighs then back up, some of his fingers now brushing the bare skin between your skirt and your cropped sweater. Your confidence is growing steadily as you sway your hips and bend over a bit more so that your ass is now grinding against his cock with each motion. Dean leans his head down and moans deep and course into your ear his breath fanning over the shoulder your sweater left exposed, sending a chill down your body and heat coursing between your legs. You’re sure your panties will be ruined by the end of the night, maybe even the end of this dance. Dean’s nose brushes up your neck and then your ear, “I know what you’re doing princess, and it’s working” he says, his voice low and gravely. 

You turn to face him now, your confidence at an all time high, and wrap your arms around his neck while you continue to sway your hips back and forth. “Hmmmmm” you hum, “I’m not doing anything” you say innocently. Dean uses his hands on your hips to jerk you up against him. He grips your hips tighter, hands fully on the bare skin between your skirt and sweater now, still guiding the sway of your hips making your front now grind up against his cock. He leans back down, his lips brushing against your ear, “I didn’t go with Sammy to get food sweetheart, I heard you in the shower. Heard you touching yourself, heard those pretty little moans leave those innocent lips, and I heard you all but scream my name when you came.” You choke in a breath as heat rushes to your face. “I.. I… um….” 

Dean’s hands suddenly slide down and grope your ass and he lets out the sexiest moan you have ever heard. “Shhh. Don’t worry sweetheart. I’ve wanted you from the moment Sam and I met you, but I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same. Then after the vamp hunt and what happened on the way back to the motel, I decided to stay and try to talk to you after your shower. Then I heard you, and fuck y/n, it took everything I had not to walk into that bathroom and make all your dirty fantasies come true right then and there. So I waited, and then as if my cock wasn’t hard enough, you came out in nothing but a towel and started teasing me in front of Sam, thinking I wouldn’t notice, but then I thought, maybe you wanted me to notice. Then this outfit…” He leans in even closer, and deeply moans while raking his hands up and down your body then returning them back to your ass. “I wanted to bend you over right then and there when I saw it. Your ass looks so fucking good and it hugs your hips just right. Your bra is just barely showing but showing enough for me to imagine what the whole outfit underneath could look like. You look so cute and innocent but also so fucking sexy princess.” You clench your legs together because your pussy was now throbbing. “I saw how confident it made you, and decided to let you take the lead tonight and see if you would finally tell me how bad you want me.” he finishes saying while nibbling on your ear. Thank god he’s holding you up by your hips because your legs are turning to jelly at his words and the gruffness of his voice. A new song starts to play, but it’s still one that you and everyone around you can grind to. 

“Fuuuccckkk Dean.” you moan as he turns you around so that your ass is now grinding against his cock again, a bit faster due to the new song’s beat. He leans back down but this time he begins kissing and nibbling your exposed shoulder and up your neck. “Tell me babygirl, tell me how bad you want me, that I’ve all you been thinking about. Tell me that is the reason you dressed up the way you did and why you dragged me out to this dance floor. Tell me how many times you’ve imagined grinding up against my cock while my hands roam your body.” he growls in your ear. You’re panting now and your panties are soaked through. Dean’s hands are now exploring your body as promised and you let your head fall back against his shoulder as you continue to grind against him. “Ohh Dean,” you moan,  “I want you, I’ve wanted you for so long. This…” you gesture to your outfit, “and everything underneath it, it’s all for you. I wanted to see if you felt the same way so I figured I would try to get your attention…” you gasp as his hand suddenly snakes under your skirt moving your panties to the side to feel just how wet you are for him. 

“Oh, you got it baby, and fuuuccckkk…” he moans sliding one and then two fingers into your dripping pussy. Your eyes quickly scan the dancefloor to see if anyone is looking but everyone is too wrapped up in their own dirty world. Dean slowly pumps his fingers in and out, curling just right to hit your g-spot, all the while his other hand is still guiding your hips to move so it looks like you guys are still somewhat dancing. The buildup from the night's events is causing you to reach your orgasm a lot quicker that usual until, “Oh god. Daddy.. Don’t stop… please....” you choke out not meaning to let the daddy card slip just yet, but your high is taking over and you couldn’t help it, it just felt so right. All you can think of right now is letting the coil in your stomach snap while trying your damnedest to keep quiet, thanking the heavens the music is so loud right now. He turns you around so that you’re facing him again, somehow managing to keep his fingers in you while doing so and begins to pump faster, his fingers hitting your g-spot every stroke and his palm rubbing your clit with each thrust in. Your legs start to shake and you lean in close to Dean, your forehead resting on his shoulder. “Fuck. Daddy.. I’m… I….” He leans in low, biting your ear then growling low, “Yeah princess, cum all over daddy’s fingers. I wanna taste how sweet your pussy is.” 

And with that you let go, Dean covering your moans by pressing his lips to yours in a crushing kiss. And it was euphoric. He tasted like mint and whiskey and his tongue was dancing around yours as your body shook while he milked out your orgasm. As you were coming down from your high your body went limp and if it weren’t for Dean’s hands holding you in place, one by your hip and the other by your pussy, you would’ve probably turned into a puddle on the floor. You broke the kiss, your lungs screaming for air, and Dean placed his forehead against yours. He gently removed his fingers and resituated your underwear and skirt before pulling his fingers up to his mouth and licking them clean of your glistening juices. “Mhmhm princess, you taste better than I imagined, and boy are you good enough to eat.” he said, licking his lips and letting a wicked grin settle on his face. 

The song faded out and since your legs still felt like jelly, Dean helped you off of the dance floor and back to your table where Sam was now sitting with a pretty, young blonde named Jenna...Jenny....something like that, you were too sex drunk and drunk drunk to remember. Dean sat down and helped you settle in next to him. He slung an arm over your shoulder and pulled you in close, Sam smirked, “It’s about damn time you two.” You and Dean looked at each other and giggled, you lined up the shot glasses and poured another round, “to a night off the Winchester way, getting drunk and getting lucky!” the boys busted up laughing and soon you joined in. You guys took the round of shots, and then another. The boys finally caught up to the level of drunk you were at. Somehow all four of you made it to the dance floor and were having a blast, you grinding on Dean and the blonde on Sam while you all tried to drunkenly sing along to every song that came on. 

You didn’t even notice that it was nearing ‪2 a.m.‬ until the bartender yelled out last call. With that, Sam decided he was going to head back with the cute blonde, “don’t wait up guys, but for the love of everything holy, don’t do anything in my bed!” he drunkenly yelled across the bar as he was leaving. “No promises Sammy, technically it’s my bed too!” you yelled back, earning a chuckle from Dean. You turned to him and the look that crossed his face could’ve made you weak in the knees. “Well princess, looks like we have the room to ourselves, and I never got my desert after we ate…” You blushed “Well Winchester, you did say I was good enough to eat.” you quipped back.

Dean growled and then without warning he bent down, threw you over his shoulder, and walked out of the bar back into the crisp autumn air. You started giggling which earned you a swat on the ass, you couldn’t help but moan from the shock wave it sent through you. “Babygirl, if you keep making those noises we won’t make it back to the motel.” Dean said, playfully biting your thigh and then slapping your ass once more for good measure, before setting you down. “Keep it in your pants until we are behind closed doors D, we already did it in public once tonight, we don’t need to push our luck.” you say while stumbling beside him. “Fine, but we’re never gonna make it there with how slow your walking, climb on.” Dean bends down so you can climb on his back, you wrap your legs around him and nustle your face into his neck. His musk making your panties wetter and wetter. “I knew you wanted me to ride you tonight, but this isn’t what I expected.” Dean laughed as he started off for the hotel. “You know, that smart mouth is gonna get you in some trouble... besides I want you to do more than ride me sweetheart. But, you have to wait. Closed doors and all. Your words, not mine.” A breathy moan was all you could muster in response as you imagined all the things Dean was going to do to you and you to him once you made it back to the room. 

To be continued...

@akshi8278

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[bansheeoftheforest]

Ok so its 2:30 am and im going feral over syndicate au

After they “officially” (or as official as they can be at least) hire jekyll as their chemist things are somewhat awkward between henry and jacob for a bit. With the other people henry can be professional and friendly towards but jacob was literally the one introducing him to all of this. Via a one-night-stand

Except that attraction between them is obviously there?? Like they (probably) wouldnt have done the wahoo with eachother if it wasnt there, so all theres left is for them to get to know eachother. And they do slowly get to know eachother through meetings, and business exchanges where jacob tries to flirt and henry is flustered but not too flustered to laugh, and then they start talking outside work and then before they know it theyre back to making out except this time theyre SOBER and they decide it means something. And then BOOM, boyfriends

And then jacob thinks hes funny, and the kidnappings start happening

Also i would to know how jacob would react to the big reveal that jekyll = hyde. Personally im a big fan of “oh wow my beloved youre genuinely an insane person :) thats cool tho. Love you lots xoxo”

Hey dude. You know what I was... Is it called daydreaming if I did it to go to sleep? Either way you know what I was imagining over and over and over when trying to go to sleep?

Exactly this.

I can imagine Henry being so incredibly awkward around the other assassins and especially Jacob at first. After all, Jacob was a one-night-stand and all other assassins wanted him dead (he assumes) but he quickly befriends Evie and Greenie because he is as social as a puppy and is just as likable as one. But he keeps a distance from Jacob because he finds the entire situation incredibly uncomfortable and especially after what happened with Robert. He doesn't want to get hurt like that again and even if his heart slowly, slowly is letting go of Robert and willingly opens itself up again, he desperately tries to lock it away and make sure he isn't too close to Jacob. Jacob, who probably is a person to fall head-over-heels with persons he just met and especially if they have even shagged (he literally fell in love with two of his enemies after 1-2 meetings, canonically, one being a gal and one being a lad) is probably quite hurt by Jekyll taking a distance but he still tries. Hence the flirting, hence still trying to get to know Henry.

A few months pass, maybe. Henry gets used to working for the assassins, he spends most of his free time on the train because he can escape both Lodgers and friends alike and just... Relax. Even if he spends most of his time there, and even if he tries to get away from Jacob to not end up more hurt, he just can't. He keeps getting pulled into those handsome eyes and those flirty jokes and he just can't deny that he is feeling something for Jacob, and Jacob notices. Suddenly Greenie and Evie are gone on an emergency mission and Jacob and Henry are alone on the train. Perhaps Jacob would offer Henry some whiskey, perhaps they would just sit around and talk on one of the couches. Perhaps Jacob would slowly inch his way closer and Henry would pretend not to notice. Suddenly Jacob's hand is on his thigh and Henry's breath hitches, his face shots up to meet Jacob's gaze and their noses brush together. They are alone, Jacob takes his chance, and so softly he presses their lips together. Nowhere near as hungrily as their first meeting and nowhere near as possessively as during their shag. It's soft, it's adoring, and Henry can't help but melt into it. He doesn't want to but something in him feels safe with Jacob, much safer than he had ever felt with Robert, much more loved than he had ever felt by Robert, yet he quickly falls back to reality when Jacob's hand moves-- maybe not even up his thigh, maybe he just accidentally nudged it-- and Henry places his hands on Jacob's chest and breaks off. So many thoughts and feelings swirling around in his head, yet all he can feel is how his heart clenches so violently and everything in him is screaming stop, stop, go back, you are ruining it, all while it's also screaming run, run, don't look back, don't let yourself get hurt again.

Henry stands up, Jacob follows as Henry begins to panic so slightly. He is apologizing profusely, he is saying that Jacob please shouldn't take this personally, it's just... He can't handle this right now, he's sorry, Jacob did nothing wrong but Henry just isn't ready for it. Right as Henry is about to leave the train, Jacob stops him. He asks what he did wrong, or what's making Henry panic so. Henry stops, for a moment, takes a deep breath, and tells him that he just... Does not know what Jacob wants from him, and he has been hurt by pretend-relationships enough that he doesn't want to experience that again. Jacob tells him that he actually likes him, he would like to have an actual relationship with him sometime, if that would be something Henry would want and would be comfortable with. Henry pauses, another deep breath, and finally, he just says that... He needs to think about it. Please give him some space, he will give him a letter once he has gotten to think things through, he is sorry for being difficult but it's just... So, so much for him and after what he has been through. It's nothing personal, he assures Jacob, yet both of them just feel so, so hurt as Henry waits for the nearest train station and leaves. It's in the middle of the night, yet he is trudging his way back to the Society alone. Jacob debates following him, just to make sure he gets home safely, but doesn't.

Maybe it takes a few days, maybe some weeks, maybe even months, but soon, when Jacob enters the train after a particularly foul mission, Evie has a letter for him. "Jekyll came by and told me to give it to you", she says. Jacob could not grab it any faster, hastily tells her some weak excuse before excusing himself to his personal train compartment. He sits on his bed, he takes a deep breath, and he opens the wax seal of the letter-- so formal and official, he thinks. He wonders what Jekyll has told him, what news he is about to get. He can't deny that he likes him and that he likes him a lot. More than he liked Pearl. More than he ever liked Maxwell. What he feels for Henry feels good and real and he just feels miserable at the thought that Henry might not feel the same.

He opens the letter; the actual text and paper are just as "official" and formal as the actual wax seal and letter fold.

And then he reads it.

And the first thing Henry does, no surprise, is apologizing, and Jacob feels his blood run cold. But then he continues to read, and Henry is explaining why he was so scared. He has been hurt before, his last boyfriend treated him like a side piece that he just threw away and they had known each other for two years and it has affected Henry a lot. He apologized for being difficult, but he is willing to try out a relationship if Jacob is still up for it, and if he is just willing to take it slow and be patient with Henry.

And Jacob, of course, is willing to be patient. He is willing to wait for Henry because he likes him.

At the end of the letter, Henry asks Jacob to meet him in his office somewhere during the evening; he will keep the window open.

And Jacob does come.

And they get to talk it all out, they get to set some boundaries and actually talk about what they want out of all of this. Obviously ends with Jacob embracing Henry in a way only lovers can, and loads and loads of kisses.

Look, I'm just... So soft for this ship, ok? And now I have an excuse to ramble on about it bc more people actually ship them through this au and I love it.

ALso realized I completely forgot the last part heeh <3

So far, I have imagined the assassin crew (Jacob, Evie, Greenie) needing Henry for something but they see this... This blond gremlin breaking into his office. They immediately think of cornering him and questioning him about why he is breaking into Henry's office, except they enter at exactly the wrong time and manages to catch the transformation as Hyde turns back into Jekyll. They all stare in horror and yet Jacob doesn't hesitate to immediately run forward and cradle Henry; spitting and trying to keep himself from vomiting as all that slime and goop comes out of his mouth and eyes. Henry coughs, he manages to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is the assassins and Jacob's face. He coughs again, he presses out a panicked smile, and the only thing he says is "oh fuck."

Jacob, without even thinking about it, immediately helps Henry to gather himself and clean himself off of the slime, Evie and Greenie are just standing on the sidelines unsure of what to do. Finally, Henry is rested against a cabinet and his breathing is calmer, and he manages to explain everything. Yeah, he was really depressed a few years ago and he thought there were things that were horribly wrong with him so he wanted to get rid of that. Except he accidentally personified all of that "bad" stuff and now that person is Edward Hyde. Jacob would definitely be... Slightly concerned, but would very much be like "oh so you are slightly insane and also halfly schizophrenic? Ahaha is no big deal I still love u darling xoxo"

...Y'all think Jacob would start flirting with Hyde too after that?

Honestly! I very much like all kinds of confessions when it comes to the Jekyll/Hyde reveal, so? Gimme all your thoughts, I crave them all. I just love the angsty routes <3

#eheheheh <3 #deliefdevanmijnleven #ask #banshees au #syndicate crossover au #banshees faves

[onemistresstorulethemall]

Game night

Originally posted on ao3

Nsfw, F!Mc

"Oi, Satan, wanna play poker?", the Avatar of Greed asked with a mischievous smile.

"Gambling is the only thing that you don't suck at. How about you find a new skill, hmm?"

"Afraid of losing?", Mammon tried to persuade his brother.

"Like hell I'd willingly give you my money. Forget it. You're distracting me from my book... Actually, you know what? I think I had enough of this for tonight, I'll be in my room if you need me, y/n."

With that being said, Satan got up from the couch and made his way to his room.

"You're no fun!", Mammon screamed loud enough so the Avatar of Wrath could hear him.

The blue eyed goof looked defeated. His pout made it clear that the other brothers rejected his proposal as well. Your heart couldn't bear the sight of something so pathetic, so you put a hand on his shoulder and exclaimed:

"I'll play with you!"

"Don't be stupid, y/n. I'd take all of your money."

"What if we don't play on money then?"

He frowned, looking almost insulted that you even dared to suggest such a thing. However, you were certain he didn't understand, at all, where you were going with your idea.

"Gosh, you're dense...", you giggled before getting up and offering your hand to the white haired demon to help him off of the couch.

"What's that supposed to mean?, he reluctantly grabbed your hand.

With his hand in yours, you made your way to his room. Mammon followed, like a lost puppy, not understanding what was happening to him.

"Let's get inside and I'll tell you what my idea is."

He obeyed and unlocked the door for you. Once the door was closed behind you, finally, you felt like you could speak freely. Nobody could overhear you now.

"Now, now, what was all that about? Did you win the lottery and not tell me? You're supposed to tell me these kind of things, you know?"

"No, nothing of the sort", you laughed.

"Well then, stop it with all this suspense, tell me already!"

"Alright, alright, calm down. Gosh, you get so agitated out of nothing.", you sat down on the nearest chair, "Let's play strip poker. How does that sound?", you asked while looking into his eyes.

Confusion, shock and a bit of excitement could be read on the demon's face in that moment. You definitely surprised him.

"Are you serious, y/n?..."

"More serious than ever, Mammon dear~", you flashed him the most confident smile.

He turned his back at you, probably to hide his blush, and started searching for something. He had mountains of things. Clothes, accessories, cars, games. No wonder it was taking him long to find what he was looking for. After a while, he came back with a pack of brand new cards, still in their plastic protector.

"Don't get sad when you lose to THE Great Mammon, you hear me?", his usual attitude seemed to have come back to him.

"Oh, dear, I could never.... And by that I mean that I could never lose.", your threatening words didn't match the sweet smile you were flashing.

"Oh, you're on!", he ripped the plastic covering the deck of playing cards.

"Can we play the five card draw?"

"Do you actually wanna play the simplest type of poker there is?", he asked slightly annoyed.

"I mean... you should be able to win no matter what type of poker we play..."

"Who do you take me for? Of course I can win!"

"Amazing! Then deal."

Not entirely sure if it was the pact at fault or not, but immediately after he started shuffling the deck. He looked focused, not exactly something you're used to seeing. His usual carefree, laid back attitude was exchanged for something more serious, more determined.

Eventually, five cards were in front of you on the table. You picked them up and immediately let out a sigh. After doing so, you gulped, since you let your emotions show and now Mammon thought he had the upper hand.

"Don't be so blue, y/n. It's only natural to lose against me."

"We're playing for fun, remember? It doesn't even matter if I have a bad hand."

He laughed and his eyes were brighter than ever.

"Sure, sure. Just choose what you want to discard."

You put one card down as he puts two.

"Taking a bit of a risk, aren't we?", he smirked.

"The risk began when I started playing with you, my dear".

In a few moments a new card was in front of you. The show and tell moment was near.

"I've got a pair of Kings, what have you got?", he asked with such certainty that you cannot possibly have a better hand that it was adorable.

You revealed your cards and his smile was knocked off of his face in an instant. You started off on the right foot with a full house. A house of nine full of three. Not necessarily the best hand, but it was good enough to beat his.

"If I'm not mistaken, I think you have to strip.", the discrepancy between your tone and your smile sent shivers down the demon's spine.

***

After that moment, Mammon did his best to get revenge. However, you still managed to win a good part of the games. Had you actually won or had the demon let you, that shall never be known. What was true is that you still had your underwear on, both your bra and your thongs, a matching yellow set, while Mammon was still covered by his black boxers.

"You're surely a challenge. I mean, all this effort just to take your clothes off? Consider yourself lucky.", you winked.

"Lucky!? You get to see me naked, you should be honoured!"

"Ah, so you're admitting that you're going to lose? How adorable, Mammon~"

He ended up a pouty red mess, however he kept playing. Obviously, he didn't want to lose. His pride and seeing you naked were worth fighting for. Although, the alcohol you started having mid-game was beginning to affect him. You didn't drink nearly as much as him. He is the Avatar of Greed, after all...

"You can't possibly beat my hand, so you'd better accept that you've lost.", you said with a serious tone.

Truth be told, you only had a pair of Dames, but he didn't need to know that. He just needed to fold and lose. Both the game and the last piece of fabric covering his body.

"I'm not dumb, y/n, I know you're bluffing. So, show me what you've got."

Pouting, you turned your cards face up and his eyes regained their shine. He had three of a kind, the weakest three of a kind there is, three 2s. But he beat you. Fair and square. A woman of your word, with one swift hand motion, you unhooked your bra and then let it fall to the floor. His stare was burning your chest. That or the alcohol you've had. Either way, it did a number on him too as he kept stuttering.

"I t-told you that I'm g-gonna win..."

"Cheers to that!", you lifted your glass and by accident on purpose, some of the liquor escaped your mouth and ran down your chin, onto your neck, ending up on your chest.

"Fuck this stupid game...", he whispered more to himself before climbing onto the table to get to you and slurp the whiskey glistening on your breasts.

The warm sensation of his tongue against your skin shocked you at first, but you were hoping this would happen. Without any hesitation he cupped your boobs and if you didn't know any better, you'd think he would devour them. The way he was hungrily licking, sucking and grabbing your chest fit the Avatar of Greed like a glove.

"My, my, who's a greedy little demon?~", you stroked his hair as he kept going.

Eventually you had to pull his hair in order to make him stop. He whined, but the moment your eyes looked into his a red dark blush spread across his cheeks and he stopped making any sounds.

"Easy there, baby boy. You know... There are other places that require your attention, effective immediately."

Still grabbing onto his hair, you pushed his head between your legs. Like a good boy that he was, he wasted no time and got rid of your soaked panties in an instant. Then, he spread your legs using his arms, making sure you couldn't squirm away.

As he was stimulating your sensitive spot, you grabbed the glass of whiskey from the table and poured it down in your stomach, in order for some of it to get into Mammon's mouth.

When sensing the familiar taste, his eyes rose up to you, although he did not stop lapping at your folds for one second. The confused look on your lover's face made you want to fuck him senseless.

"Fuck... Mammon, stop."

He didn't listen to you, so you had to use your pact to force him to stop. The blue eyed demon looked puzzled, but he had no other choice than to obey.

"Get up.", you ordered him.

You pushed him onto the sofa and sat yourself on the demon's lap. You eased his cock into you as all he could do was moan and whimper.

"Let's cum together. After all, it was a tie.", you whispered into his ear.

After adjusting to his length, you began to ride him. Picking up the pace as heat built up into your core. His hands were glued to your hips, helping you up and down with his inhuman strength. One of your hands was grabbing onto the sofa for balance and the other one was massaging your nub.

"Fuck, Mammon, you're huge."

He was hitting just the right spot and your hand was moving at the perfect pace, so you couldn't help but cum.

"W-what happened to doing it t-together? Ahh?"

You got up from his lap leaving him empty handed, but soon after you got on your knees and started working him with your hands and mouth. One hand was cupping his balls while the other followed the up and down motions of your mouth. Your saliva combined with the leftover fluids provided enough lubrication to drive him insane.

He was already sensitive enough, so it didn't take long before he reached climax. Soon enough his semen shot down your throat and although you made your best attempt at swallowing it all, some of it escaped the corners of your mouth and ended up dripping down your chin.

"I like that look on you.", the demon finally gathered up some courage to speak.

"We should play poker more often, then."

#obey me #obey me! shall we date? #obey me mammon #shall we date #shall we date mammon #poker #strip poker #smut #smutty #the smuttier the better

[laceymorganwrites]

The messenger

Word Count: 4,532

Pairing: Kidd x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, akwardness

Annotations: (W/O/C)=Weapon of choice, Freya is my friend´s OC

A/N: this used to be a self insert, so this is based in my headcanon verse, meaning it´s packed with world Building, OCs and noncanon ships (like Mihawk x Shanks)

Summary: You´re the vice captain of the Whitebeard Crew (a title you hate since you´re really just a messenger), Ace is your best friend and you like that one band with the lead singer Ace seems to hate. What happens when you run into each other?

It was sunrise when you arrived on Sabaody and you were beyond excited.

You see, it wasn´t often that you had a free day, let alone one where it was possible to go the amusement park and see your favorite band.

Everything was just going so well, it was almost too good to be true.

Ace and you were sent to make sure your relations with Fishmen Island were still good and nobody was attacking the island.

You were sort of the messenger of Whitebeard´s crew, being the vice captain and all.

Though you didn´t like that title, it was too great for someone like you, yet Pops had faith in you.

He was the only father you had ever known and he was the best too.

You grew up on his ship after he found you on an island, abandoned by your mother right after birth.

The crew quickly became your family and you loved being there, being on the crew was the greatest thing that ever happened to you.

Especially since you met Ace, he was like a brother to you.

Though you had to admit it wasn´t always as nice as it is now, you didn´t trust him at first.

In fact you tried killing him when he came to murder pops.

But then you learned all about his background, his ambitions and dreams, his little mannerisms and the way he could make you laugh and ever since then you´d do everything to keep him next to you and safe.

Nobody fucks with you or your family, that´s your credo so to speak.

And you had a pretty big family, also outside of the crew.

You met many great people on your journey and you were grateful to every single of them.

You would never forget meeting Shanks on Hell´s Bells for the first time, it was your first time on his island as well.

You were so uneasy, you have never been to another Yonko´s territory before and honestly it scared the shit out of you.

Not being allowed to bring your (W/O/C) it was even worse, you actually thought you were going to die.

And then you met him and his crew alongside the best swordsman in the world and the woman who you accidentally called mom every now and then.

They were drinking in a bar, having fun as you walked in with wobbly legs, staring at the ground.

“Excuse me for disturbing, Whitebeard sent me” you said with shivering voice.

Shanks and the others looked at you dumbfounded before the redhead burst out into laughter.

Mihawk just shook his head, rolling his eyes while Freya gave you the warmest smile you ever received.

“Shanks, you´re scaring the girl” Mihawk warned him, shooting him a glare, making Shanks be quiet.

This was the most intimidating man you have ever met, his sister was even worse as you found out later.

“But I´m not doing anything, babe” he whined, giving his lover puppy dog eyes, the swordsman just sighed.

“What brings you here, little girl?” Freya was the first to speak up about the reason you were here.

“M-my captain sent me to discuss some matters...” you mumbled, not meeting their eyes, you were too scared.

“Sit down, lass” the woman gestured you to sit down next to her and you did.

Talking business wasn´t as bad as you thought it would be, in fact from then on you found yourself in this odd group of friends quite often.

You grew close to them and added them to your family.

They all told you about their story and you looked up to them.

You didn´t meet Ayumi up to two years from then and fuck was she scary, she seemed even more cold and numb than her brother, you never saw her smile.

Well, that was until you witnessed her with her girlfriend, but that´s a story for another time.

You met Luffy, Ace´s brother, too, you accompanied him in Alabasta for a bit, but you had to leave early since you had some other business to attend to.

The great thing was that you kept in contact with all of your friends and family, you were always scared of meeting great people and then never seeing each other again.

But it wasn´t like that at all.

You met up regularly and exchanged stories and alcohol.

But today was a day you and Ace were alone, just the two of you.

It wasn´t bad, you liked those days, you were on the same crew but had so many different missions, you barely saw each other.

Of course you called each other and sent letters, but that wasn´t the same as actually having a day off to yourselves.

“I´m never gonna get tired of this island” you sighed dreamily, walking through the lawless area was scary the first time, but you were well known enough for people to fuck off.

“I´m hungry, let´s grab some food” Ace suggested, making you chuckle.

“You´re always hungry” you teased him.

“Well yeah, but that´s not the point” he pouted, crossing his arms, you always had to laugh when he pouted.

“Alright you big baby, let´s get you some food” you grabbed onto Ace´s arm and dragged him to the next bar.

He ordered food for the both of you and when he fell asleep you checked the newspaper for new information on the concert tonight.

Aside from the usual bullshit that he pulled as a pirate you also found the location and time of the concert.

Okay, he was an asshole as a pirate, yes, you has to admit that.

The thing was this: he was hot and could sing like a god, you never heard such powerful words.

But then again, to you he wasn´t the super rookie, he was just an attractive lead singer from a nice band.

You highly doubted you would ever run into him professionally, though if you would and he did indeed spell trouble, you wouldn´t hesitate to fight him.

In all honesty you didn´t think he was as stupid as the newspaper depicted him, yeah maybe you did want to meet him, maybe you did have a slight crush on him, but you were rational enough to know it would never go anywhere.

He probably didn´t even know you existed.

And it was good this way, if you were ever to run into him privately, you wouldn´t even know what to say, you were the most awkward person to exist, you overthought the hell out of everything, how the fuck should meeting the hottest bastard on earth work without you embarrassing yourself in front of him? So you might as well leave it be.

The article in the newspaper was about their arrival on Sabaody. You never would´ve thought you´d be on the same island as Stale Rose.

Of course you were excited, they were your favorite band goddammit.

“What´re you smiling at?” Ace yawned, he finally woke up.

“They´re here!” you squealed and Ace just sighed.

“You know Kidd´s an asshole, right? I´d rather we avoid them” Ace grumbled and you just shot him a glare.

“You don´t know that, Ace! You know I hate it when you talk about him like that” you defended him, of course you knew Ace was right, but a girl can dream, eh?

“I can read, (Y/N). I know what they say about him in the newspaper, all the awful things he´s done” Ace added, highly annoyed by the redhead.

“Do you know all the shitty things they write about you? About me? Pops? Shanks? All of us? And you know as well as me that those things aren´t true, so why are you so quick to judge him?” you didn´t know why you even bothered defending someone you didn´t know, it was weird but you guessed it was normal since he was in your favorite band.

“I just don´t want you hanging around with him” Ace said, the thought made him beyond uncomfortable.

“I´m just going to his concert, for fuck´s sake!” you raised your voice, you got why Ace was worried, but still, to this extent?

You two spent a bit of time in the amusement park, attending the rides and eating way too much candy.

“Ah! That was fun!” you sighed dreamily, stretching your arms, smiling.

“Yeah it was, I wish we would get more days off” Ace said and you nodded.

It really wasn´t easy getting any free days nowadays, especially with such a big crew.

You walked a while longer until you coincidentally came by Shakky´s bar.

You grabbed Ace´s hand and walked faster until you arrived.

Rayleigh was the one who taught you Haki, he was family and so was his wife.

She was always there for you, you could always call her and come to her if you needed anything.

Shakky was like a cool grandma.

Little did you know Kidd was in the bar you were about to enter.

He was pissed off at the newest article about him and how his crew was proud of it, he just really needed a drink now, how the fuck was he supposed to know the owner of the bar was the wife of the dark king?

“Holy shit! You´re Rayleigh!” he had this habit of talking without thinking which to be honest could be blessing and curse.

You´d find it cute if only nobody would talk shit about Kidd.

Rayleigh just laughed, Shakky chuckled as well, resting her face on her hand.

This wasn´t uncommon, Rogers fans always came here, but most of them were arrogant idiots who thought they could surpass him.

Kidd wasn´t.

He knew his place all too well.

Of course Roger was his idol, but so was his whole crew, he loved the old generation, they had real guts.

He wanted to be just like them, there were only few people he´d wanted to meet, but pirates from the old generation were totally one of them.

“What do you want to drink, boy?” Shakky asked, readying two glasses behind the counter.

“Oh fuck, right! I´m sorry, I just didn´t think I´d meet any famous people today, I´ll just have some whiskey, please.” Kidd tried to sort his mind, which always ended in him rambling.

Sure he was a loud mouth, but that was only when someone insulted him, the old generation or his friends. It was only in few moments he couldn´t control his rage and thoughts, in the other moments he preferred not to talk so much.

Ironic for a singer who yells his emotions out onstage, isn´t it?

“Coming right up” Shakky smiled and prepared the drinks.

“I know you get this a lot, but you´re seriously amazing. You and Roger and all the others from your generation, you just did all the awesome stuff without sprouting too many words about it. I mean you defined what being a pirate really means, you defined freedom and the real meaning of wealth and values, all those virtues. I admire you so much… I know to you I´m just another stupid rookie who doesn´t know shit and is obnoxious but I want to thank you. I´m grateful for everything you did, because if you didn´t and if Roger never told us about the One Piece, it would mean that the government would´ve won. It would mean a world full of despair, a caged life really. You fought for us so we could have freedom and I think what we´re all trying to do, at least in my case, is to impress you. To live up to you, make you proud” Kidd stated, leaving Rayleigh and Shakky quiet for a moment.

Nobody ever thanked them. Nobody ever acknowledged the hardships they went through and yet this rookie did.

He really was smarter than the newspaper made him out to be.

“We´re not so different than you might think. You guys fight for the same thing we did back then, I´m just glad there are good guys like you out there, most pirates who come here are disrespectful and don´t know anything about this world we live in, they think they can do everything on their own, take people on who are obviously out of their league. You know, kind of like you are depicted in the newspaper. But then again, I never was someone who believed in them. If you would know what they wrote about us back then” Rayleigh took a drink with Kidd and laughed at the memory.

Shakky rested her hand on his shoulder, sentiment could be a good thing if it stayed like now. Remembering happy days with Roger and the others could turn into sadness quickly though.

“Remember when we celebrated Rogers birthday and in the next day we apparently competed with Whitebeard who could kill more civilians?” Shakky chimed in, giggling, those were times…

Kidd couldn´t believe it and made big eyes, almost choking on his drink.

Rayleigh laughed even louder now.

“What?! That sounds like a great story… that´s why you´re my heroes, no matter what you did, it was awesome, everything´s such a great story” Kidd told them, smiling sadly.

The government really had nothing better to do than frame pirates for killing innocents.

To be fair though, most pirates were like that.

“If you want to hear good stories, you really should ask that brat Shanks, he´s always in some sort of trouble. I wonder what he´s up to these days, I haven´t heard from him since that battle against Hawkeyes.” Rayleigh thought out loud, he really needed to meet up with him more often.

“Yeah, Redhair really is amazing… he hasn´t been a Yonko for so long, but he´s so powerful. I really want to fight alongside him someday….” Kidd let his thoughts run wild and Rayleigh gave Shakky a soft look before smiling at Kidd.

So much for him wanting to start a fight with Shanks and taking him down.

“I can also recommend a good source for great stories” Shakky smirked at Rayleigh who could barely hold his laughter in.

He sensed Ace and you coming from a mile away.

“Her and Ace were in the local newspaper today actually, have you read it, Rayleigh?” Shakky got a hold of it, the local newspaper was just gossip really, gossip for pirates to bad mouth each other.

“What´s it say this time? Ace and her break up?” he laughed and Kidd frowned.

Of course he knew you, how could he not? But the things they say about you in the newspaper weren´t all lies, sometimes you wished they were.

The things they said about you in the local newspaper though, it was all bullshit, except for the wanted posters.

“Says she burned down a ship of Big Mom´s. And she´s got a new mugshot, her bounty also rose up...” she sighed, she wondered what you were up to.

“Whitebeard and Big Mom fighting? I don´t think so, especially not at this time. Show me the poster, dear” he faced it so that Kidd could see it too.

It took everything from him not to blush like a mad man, fuck you were so beautiful.

“700,000,000 beri?!” Kidd exclaimed, that was 500,000,000 more than him. Impressive.

“Like I said, bunch of good stories” Shakky giggled.

Kidd was in awe.

“I bet she has… I always wanted to meet her but for someone like me that´s just impossible. Besides, if I ever did I´d only end up embarrassing myself. I suck at talking to people I admire” he was brutally honest, something Rayleigh treasured more than anything and he knew you did too.

“Not to brace myself but did you think you´d meet me today? And I don´t think you´re embarrassing yourself at all, I think you´re presenting yourself in a good way, you´re honest and even if the truth is ugly, you still say it as it is. Not many people do that. An honest person deserves my respect. And you don´t have to worry about (Y/N), she´s a sweet kid, not like the mugshots depict her. Really, how is it that those marines always get the worst angles?” Rayleigh chuckled.

He knew how much you hated your mugshots.

“Thank you, that means a lot, coming from you” Kidd smiled as the door opened and you entered.

“Could you maybe not dash every time you see someone you know?!” Ace groaned out of breath and you just shook my head.

“Could you maybe stop being an antisocial baby about it?!” you yelled back, crossing your arms and glaring at him.

“Don´t give me the mom look” Ace pouted.

“I don´t have a fucking mom look!” you whined, finally looking ahead to the bar.

You choked on your own breath as you started punching Ace´s arm and trying to keep your inhumane screech down.

“Ouch, ouch! Stop that, what the hell? Oh, him.” Ace followed your view and looked Kidd dead in the eye.

Kidd felt like he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, why was this guy so intimidating?

“Hey you two, what do I owe the honor? Did Ace finally change his mind about the haki situation?” Rayleigh joked and you just had to laugh too, never minding Eustass fucking Kidd sitting in front of you looking like a goddamn snack.

“I didn´t, sorry Rayleigh, but I think I´m good with just my devil fruit” Ace smiled shyly and scratched the back of his head.

“You know that´s what´s gonna get you killed someday?!” you groaned and shook my head.

“How´s the old man?” Rayleigh asked and you felt glum all of a sudden.

“Holding up. He´s not gonna kick the bucket so easily” how you wished those words were true.

You knew his health wasn´t good, but he never let it show, you didn´t know what you´d do when the time came.

“Have you seen Shanks lately? I´ve been wondering how he´s doing” Rayleigh asked further.

“Actually yeah, Ace and me visited him a few weeks ago. He´s good, real good actually. Is that today´s paper?” you gestured to the newspaper in Shakky´s hand and she handed it to you.

“What the hell? Why did they raise my bounty again? I didn´t even do anything...” you pouted but then you faced Ace.

“Ace! Luffy just declared war on the world government!”you exclaimed, what an absolute mad man.

“For fuck´s sake, Luffy!” Ace was always worried about his brother.

“It´s good that you´re here, (Y/N). This lovely man is a fan of good stories, I´m sure you don´t mind sharing.” Shakky knew all about your little crush on him.

You were sure your face was very red right now, thanks Shakky.

“Um...I don´t know if they´re good actually….I can retell the ones pops told me...uh...” you looked to Ace and Rayleigh for help, but Ace was too busy worrying over Luffy and Rayleigh was laughing.

“I´m sure you´re aware of this lovely man, as my wife worded it” Rayleigh teased.

“Yes, yes I am aware of this lovely man and yes he´s very lovely indeed! But I can´t think of any stories right now” you rambled and Kidd thought he just misheard something.

“(Y/N). You just called him lovely. In front of his face. Without even talking to him” Ace pointed out and you blushed even more.

This was too much for you.

“I know what I said Ace!” you yelled at him.

“Just make sure Luffy´s not getting into too much trouble, we don´t have time for that right now” you warned him.

“I know I know, you just get back to your lovely man” Ace snickered, he was so gonna get it later.

“Shut up, Ace!” you yelled again.

“We´re gonna leave you two alone, it was nice meeting you, Kidd” Shakky dragged Rayleigh and Ace with her to the back.

Amazing.

Kidd and you stared at each other way too long, you were getting dizzy.

“Hi, you know this is really awkward right now. I thought I was seeing you only tonight. Wait, that came out wrong. Tonight´s your concert, you know and I wanted to go. I´m a really big fan of you, your band´s my favorite. I love your music” you rambled again but at least it was the truth, no matter how embarrassing it was.

“Whoa, hold on a sec… you, vice captain of Whitebeard´s crew, know who I am? I´m a lucky bastard today….” Kidd mumbled, smiling to himself, making your heart beat faster.

“Not to be rude, but I think everyone knows you. Well, at least the bullshit they say about you in the newspaper” it felt so unreal, talking to him, but you never wanted this moment to end.

“How do you know it´s bullshit? You don´t even know me, what´s against it being real?” Kidd asked.

“Because the stuff you allegedly did is stupid. So stupid that only no names would do it. It´s stupid and without a plan, you have a crew so why would you ignore their well being and go up against strong people alone? It doesn´t make sense. But the lowlifes who attempt those stupid things don´t end up in newspapers. The government makes it so that only big names appear, scaring the people. They need their antagonists, we´re just perfect for that apparently” you explained.

Kidd smirked.

“You know, I never thought anybody cared about my music, about what I had to say, about me as a person. But today the person I admire told me I was a good man. The dark king himself, that´s the biggest compliment for me. And now you. The vice captain of the fucking Whitebeard pirates, the strongest and biggest crew there is right now, tells me she likes my music. And not only that, you tell me you believe in me. This is way too much for my small brain” Kidd laughed off his nervousness, but his heart was beating fast.

“I don´t think it´s small. You´re a tall man. Besides, I agree with your opinion on the world government. And someone who writes powerful songs like that can´t be an idiot. And that´s coming from a real idiot. And sorry for embarrassing myself, I never thought I´d ever meet you.” you told him honestly.

“Don´t worry about it, besides the only one embarrassing himself is me” Kidd chuckled.

Meanwhile Ace finally agreed to Rayleigh teaching him Haki and Shakky listened in on your conversation with Kidd, she thought it was cute how awkward you were.

Well, you didn´t think it was cute at all, you couldn´t even utter a single word without stuttering.

You went over thousands of things you could say right now in your mind and then thought if you really should say them or not and that resulted in the silence you two found yourselves in now.

Shakky sighed and sent Ace back to you to refrain things from getting more awkward, she really was your savior.

“We need to go, otherwise we won´t make it in time” Ace told you and grabbed your arm in urgency. He was right, if you talked more with Kidd, you´d miss his concert.

And you didn´t want that.

You sighed and stood up with a heavy heart.

“I know, I know… you´re right.” you answered, whining.

“It was nice talking to you, see you later” you cast a bright smile at Kidd who only responded in stutters and blushes.

Your trip to Fishman Island was the quickest you have ever done, everything seemed fine, the royal family was doing great too, so you could come back to the surface.

It was already sunset when you got back, so you ran all the way to the location, dragging Ace behind you, who didn´t have time to protest.

“I´m gonna wait at Shakky´s bar for you” he mumbled bitterly, he didn´t like the influence Kidd had on you.

“Alright, I´ll be back in a few hours!” you smiled brightly, hugging him shortly before running all the way to the location.

As soon as you arrived you could already hear the groupies and the band hasn´t even started yet.

You couldn´t shake off the huge smile that has plastered onto your face ever since you met Kidd earlier, and you also couldn´t stop your heart from racing, well you told yourself that it was because you ran so much.

The bar was damp from the fog coming out of the machines, the crowd started gathering in front of the stage, the screaming groupies making it impossible for everyone else to get a good place.

You settled for a place at the bar, it wasn´t the front row, but you preferred a good view without the groupies. You felt as if you were the only one who really cared about the music.

Not to be entitled, but you doubted the intentions of the front row.

When the show started, the front row threw their bras on stage and showed their tits, you just stayed to yourself and danced and sung your heart out.

You were really proud of yourself for knowing all the words, you didn´t think you would.

Not that you could blame the front row, Kidd was looking absolutely ravishing.

He was wearing a black tank top and had his hair down, you swore you could get pregnant by just looking at him.

Okay maybe that was a bit exaggerated, but you didn´t have time for dating or even one night stands with the amount of times you were gone.

And damn, did he look good with his hair down and did his arms look big, so muscular  and the way he sung so deep, low and gruff.

It just made emotions and horniness in you arise.

Fuck´s sake were you glad that nobody could see the mess you were right now.

To be fair, it was really hot inside the bar right now. And not only because of the handsome lead singer.

You were out of breath after they finished. The groupies were waiting intently for the band to come out so that they might get lucky.

You didn´t know what to do, the immediate time after a concert always left you feeling empty and not knowing what to do.

It was weird, so you just stayed where you were, at the bar, looking and smiling like an idiot.

You didn´t know why you stayed, but soon enough the band did come out to meet the fans.

Usually this should have been your cue to leave as they just chose who to fuck this night, but not this time. Tonight Kidd smiled and waved when he saw you, coming over to you with the rest of the band.

You spent the rest of the night drinking with them and exchanging stories, you complimented their way of playing their instruments, listened to them talk about the craziest tour stories.

It was so much fun and all the while you questioned why they even stuck around with you instead of fucking some groupies, but maybe you would find that out sooner than you´d like.

#one piece #one piece imagine #one piece oneshot #one piece kid #one piece kidd #eustass kid #eustass kidd #kid x reader #kidd x reader #op #op kid #op kidd #op imagine #op oneshot

[elletromil]

Mission Boy Toy

So in the Come Back (Home) verse, I mentioned a Ginger&Eggsy joint mission and @solrosan was so very interested in the idea that I couldn’t not write. So here’s the result.

It’s mostly crack, but I think it’s a good balance from all the angst of the ‘main’ storyline in this ‘verse XD

I hope you like it darling <3

Mission Boy Toy

"Your name?"

"Chad Prince." Eggsy's grin drips with arrogance and if she didn't know him already, Ginger would probably punch him in the face. Which means he's selling it exactly as he should.

"What's mine?"

"Margaret Blackwell. But I just call you ma'am or babe." And just like that, any smugness on his face is replaced entirely with besotted infatuation.

She probably shouldn't find it as cute as she does, but she won't be losing sleep over it either.

"And how did we meet?"

"Spring break. You drank my mates under the table," there he looks at her with the perfect mix of respect and adoration before continuing, "and then you decided to keep me around since I was the last one standing."

"Hmhm. I need someone who can keep up with me. What do I do for a living?"

"Fuck if I know. Something about stars. Like space and shite."

Ginger snorts at the answer. Of course Eggsy knows precisely what kind of credentials she has for her cover, but Chad sure wouldn't.

"And what do you do for a living?"

"What you ask me to do. So mostly I follow you around and show you a good time." Eggsy waggles his eyebrows in a way that can only mean one thing. "And since it's been a year already, I am obviously very good at it."

"At least you like to think so." She smirks and doesn't let Eggsy's pout make her feel bad. "You're… adequate. I mostly do not have the time to train someone new."

"Oy! And here I was thinking about proposing! You wound me babe. Profoundly." And that's more Eggsy's teasing than anything Chad would say but it's still enough in character that she doesn't chide him for it. Anyway, since they are still in the plane at the moment, there's no harm done.

She pats him gently on the head, not quite as condescending as she had wished it to be. Eggsy definitely needs to grill her more about their cover story if she wants to get in the proper mindspace.

"Don't take it that way Chad. You know I love you. Now get me a drink from the mini bar and it's your turn to ask me the questions."

"Yes ma'am!"

*

It’s the second day on their joint mission and Ginger wonders if she can find a way to justify bringing Eggsy with her everywhere she goes from now on. Some of it is because he is very competent. Even as he plays the dumb boy toy, he’s still managed to gather some very useful information since people seem to let their guard down around him.

But mostly it’s because she kind of enjoys having him following her around like an overgrown puppy, looking as if she’s his own personal goddess made flesh. A girl can get used to that very quickly.

And of course Eggsy is overplaying it by a lot, but the respect and admiration he holds for her is in no way faked.

Surely she can convince Merlin to transfer Eggsy to Statesman. Kingsman is more or less back on their feet after all. And if he can't actually spare an agent, well…

They can always exchange him for Tequila.

That would be a fair trade, right?

*

Ginger slides out of their mark’s private rooms with a flash drive that will hopefully give them all the information they were looking for. She quickly makes her way to where Eggsy has been playing lookout, more than ready to lay low in their own rooms as they plan for their next step.

It’s a testament to how good they work together that they don’t consult each other over what to do when they both hear footsteps coming their way. The guard isn’t even in view that Eggsy is already shirtless, with his back pushed against the wall by Ginger, his fingers working at the buttons of her blouse. Ginger’s own hands are down his pants, shamelessly grabbing at his ass. Anyway, judging by he’s going, she’ll probably have one hell of a hickey on her neck by the time they’re interrupted, so Eggsy’s got no place to complain.

Someone clears their throat pointedly behind them, which doesn’t really slow them down, though Ginger does make an inquiring sound in the back of her throat.

There’s a beat and then when it becomes clear they’re obviously not stopping anything soon, the guard sighs heavily.

“You need to move this somewhere else. You can’t be here. It’s a private area.”

Eggsy finally lets go of the skin he’s been nibbling on and Ginger doesn’t need to look to know he’s pouting. “Come on bruv be a good mate and give us fifteen minutes.”

Whatever the guard starts to say is interrupted when Ginger pushes away from Eggsy abruptly and tsks disapprovingly. “Chad. You might be satisfied under fifteen minutes, but you know I won’t.”

He makes to grab at her but she moves away too fast, still glaring.

She doesn’t bother to try and cover herself even if her blouse is now open all of the way and nearly rolls her eyes when she notices how the guard’s eyes are taking in her lacy bra and lingering there. She knows she’s in great shape and all, but clearly the guy’s an amateur to let himself be distracted so easily.

“Come on Chad, we’re going back to our rooms.” Eggsy snaps to attention and she lets him step in front of her, noting with some disappointment that the guard doesn’t seem to care at all about his chest. “And put your shirt back on.” She slaps her ass partly for good measure, partly because it is right there and she knows Eggsy won’t mind.

“Yes ma’am.”

When they walk past the guard, she winks at him, smirking when he does a very poor job at hiding how envious he is of Eggsy.

*

Even if Ginger is not being followed, she’s running to her meeting point with Eggsy since there is no need for subtlety now that the building is in flame and the proper authorities are now in possession of all the proof needed to make the necessary arrest.

It turns out hurrying was a very good choice because as soon as she spots Eggsy she also see one of their mark’s second in command running to him from the other direction, gun in hand.

“Galahad! Duck!” She yells before she can really think it through and shoots at the other man in the head. Thankfully, Eggsy didn’t hesitate when he heard her order or else he would have been caught in friendly fire.

When she gives him a hand to help him back to his feet, she sees the admiring look he’s giving her and really, she’ll need to find a way to bribe Merlin into letting her take him home.

*

“There you go Chad. I think you earned it.”

Eggsy snorts, but accepts the tumbler of alcohol graciously before scooting over so that Ginger can sits beside him.

Even in the spacious seats of the Statesman private jet, it’s a bit of a tight fit, but it’s nice to be close to someone else because they chose to rather than for the sake of a mission.

“You did most of the hard work Ginger. I mean, Whiskey. Shite. I don’t think I’m ever getting used to it, sorry.” He grimaces sheepishly, but it’s not like she doesn’t understand.

She never really thinks of herself as Whiskey after all and even a year later most of Statesman still calls her Ginger. To the point as she’s been considering asking Champ to just make Ginger an active field agent position instead.

But there’s no fun in telling Eggsy that.

“You could always keep on calling ma’am.”

Eggsy doesn’t choke on his sip at that, but it’s a near thing.

The best part though is that, once he’s got his breathing under control again, he does seem like he’s seriously considering doing it.

#ginger #eggsy unwin #kingsman #mission fic #crack #humor #undercover mission #fanfic #me

[squidproquoclarice]

This is a bit of fic for @prairiemule, since her exchange piece unfortunately got delayed, and she’s awesome and deserves all the love.  She requested some Arthur/John bro-times, so hopefully this fits the bill! ~~~~~~~~~~ April 1890 Rathelind’s Ford, Wyoming Spring had finally arrived, and they’d emerged from the melting snows, soon to say goodbye to the cabin.  Dutch and Hosea were busy making the year’s plans, deciding what fools and gullible sorts they’d go target this season--he’d overheard talk about Oregon banks.  Bank jobs he wouldn’t be involved in, of course, though he was more than ready.  Soon enough they’d be off again, on the move like the geese winging their way overhead in an almighty commotion.  Back home, John supposed.  Wherever home was for geese, anyway.  Maybe those birds had no more of a settled place than their family did, and home was wherever they stayed for a time.  Didn’t seem to hurt them living like that. Today, Susan and Bessie had sent him and Arthur with the wagon to go get supplies.  Arthur was engaging in his favorite habit, as usual--namely, trying to torment John.  Never seemed to be a thing that John tried to do that Arthur didn’t casually come along and make him look the fool by doing it with ease. Including driving a wagon and team.   Including growing a stupid beard.   He’d sprouted up another six inches in the last year, bones aching and stomach constantly rumbling, and when he’d shown pride in those few whiskers gracing his chin, Arthur promptly went and stopped shaving.  Claiming it kept his face warmer in the cold anyway.  Kept the damn beard the whole winter, keeping it close-cropped, just to annoy John with it.  Mute testimony of I’m a grown man, you’re still a little boy. He wouldn’t always be, though.  Things were changing.  He’d be a man soon enough.  Though he could only hope he’d grow another few inches and be taller than Arthur at least.  Have that one thing to call his own.    He glanced over at Arthur, holding the reins with casual competence.  “I can drive, you know.” Arthur shrugged.  “Suit yourself.”  Handed them over, and sat back on the seat, though John saw how he kept the repeater close at hand, just in case of trouble, or dinner.  That went far too easy.  Most everything felt like a big argument to show he could do something, but Arthur had yielded without any fuss at all.   His big mouth ran away with him, as it often did, before his brain could catch up.  “What, you gonna finally admit I ain’t some snot-nosed little boy no more?” Arthur took that in a strange sort of silence for a moment, and when he spoke, there was something heavy and dark, like a rough lump of lead, in his voice.  “Maybe.  Not sure we ever really was kids.” Peculiar remark, at least at first.  Arthur had been in short pants once, though John could barely imagine him as the whiskerless, high-voiced, half-grown brat Hosea and Dutch sometimes talked about finding in some San Francisco alley.  Of course they’d been kids.

But then he thought he understood it.  He’d killed a man before they found him.  Hadn’t intended it, but all the same.  He hadn’t been running around playing tag, painting fences, tugging at girls’ braids, and whatever other silliness people wrote about boys doing in the books Hosea kept pushing at him.  “Maybe.”  It sounded grown up, being able to agree and say he saw what Arthur meant.

He saw that Arthur’s mouth twitched for a moment, as if unsure whether he wanted to smile or frown at that.  “Guess you are growing up, then.”  

He couldn’t help but feel a golden swell of pleasure at that, an inner warm glow like a swallow of good whiskey nicked from Dutch’s hidden supply.  Hosea was kind, and Dutch said a lot of things, but outside of jobs, Arthur didn’t deal in bullshit.  For him to say a thing like that, he meant it.  “Took you long enough to see it.”

Arthur gave a little snort of amusement.  “Don’t get too cocky.  Being a man’s about more than growing whiskers and outgrowing your clothes.”  There it was--the usual casual shove to push John back down a bit.  But even that couldn’t dim the happiness.

He couldn’t resist firing back, “Even Dutch says it.”  He knew how much Arthur idolized Dutch, how Dutch was probably the only man in the whole world who could send Arthur wrong-footed and scrambling like a fool with just a few words.  “Last week he took me to town for a drink and some...uh…”  What to call it though?  A screw?  A poke?  A fuck?  Scratching an itch?  Dutch’s phrase: making a man of you?  He could say those things, but saying it now, knowing what he did, having done all that, he wasn’t sure which the right one was.

“Company?”  Arthur suggested.  He nodded, glad for a more polite word.

Arthur’s mouth thinned into a straight line for a moment.  John felt a squelch of fear up his spine--had he done something wrong?  Soft and gruff words from Arthur then, not quite looking at John.  “If you didn’t--like it, John, there’s no need for you to do it just to please Dutch’s notions, or anyone’s.  You understand?”

He didn’t.  Arthur went upstairs with women too, didn’t he?  Dutch said he’d treated Arthur to time with a woman himself when he was about John’s age.  “No, I think...I did.  I liked it.”  He’d been curious, and nervous as he’d been, the woman--Doreen--had been almost sweet to him.  Laughingly invited him to come back sometime.  Being with her felt good.  Felt wonderful, in fact.  Small wonder men sought that kind of feeling out on the regular. 

“Oh.”  Arthur blinked, nodded, just for a second looking awkward, rubbing his chin with his thumb.  “Well then, never mind.”   

Arthur’s strangeness there made no sense, but it felt like some elusive thing, a mere flash and blur seen from the corner of his eye, something he could never hope to grasp quickly enough to capture it.  He wasn’t brave enough to ask either, though it was on the tip of his tongue.  You mean you don’t like doing it?  Why?  There were questions he could ask, and sometimes Arthur talked about something trying to teach John, and sometimes he could poke a hole in Arthur’s implacability with the right words and glean things from it.  But this felt like something that wore boots far too big for him to step into them.

So he dodged aside from that, into something else.  “You off to see that girl again, now that the thaw’s in?”

It felt sad, Arthur still chasing after some girl who’d jilted him five years ago, hoping to make things right between them.  Susan and Bessie had both sighed, John overhearing them while playing dominoes one night, saying he’d never gotten over her, some soft silly miss who’d never have him, and yanked him along like a puppy on a leash.

Maybe that explained it, if he didn’t go upstairs in saloons.  Trying to prove something to this girl who thought she was too good for him.  John now couldn’t imagine going without that, especially to prove something to someone who didn’t seem worth it. But it seemed like Arthur had kept it up.  Five years of riding off now and again, sometimes for a couple of weeks, to go pursue a woman who’d be like that, who’d strung him along so long with silly hopes of someone he could never be.  Usually coming back looking forlorn as a week-old newspaper in the gutter.  If that kind of helpless stupidity was love, by God, Arthur could keep it.  Stupid.  It felt smarter and more honest to be with someone like Doreen who just enjoyed a man’s...company...and didn’t put up some silly shrieks about what was being proper.  If he ever loved a woman he hoped she’d be sensible and funny, rather than some kind of haughty lady.    

He’d heard Dutch say the name Eliza once, and Hosea quickly corrected him, with a glance at Arthur--Mary.  Seemed incredible that one girl could upend Arthur like that so much, and be so little to the rest of them that Dutch couldn’t even be bothered to recall her name right.  Then again, Dutch ran through women like a string of racehorses himself, so him not remembering a girl’s correct name didn’t seem too far off the mark.  

Hadn’t intended it as a jab, more to tease, but he could see something go closed and careful in Arthur’s face.  “I’ll be gone a bit, yeah.”

There were things he could say then.  About how some part of him worried that the worst-kept secret romance ever, Little Miss Mary, might just go crazy enough to run off with Arthur, and they’d never see him again.  About how things seemed that much emptier without him there, and how Bessie and Hosea especially seemed more downcast, and how they lit up to see him come back.  

But he’d never been good with words, never would be, not like Dutch or Hosea.  Besides, that kind of stuff wasn’t what he and Arthur said to each other.  He managed an awkward, “Be careful out there.”

Arthur laughed at that.  “Don’t you worry, runt.  I’ll be fine.”  He shook his head, giving a wry smile. “Might not be able to call you ‘runt’ much longer, though, the way you went up and grew.”

“I’ll whip your ass soon enough in a fight, just you wait.”

Arthur gave one of those fondly amused snorts of his.  “Never gonna happen.”

“Never’s a long time, old man.”  Familiar territory here, and one they both enjoyed, the fond bickering of brothers.

“Never mind, I take it back, you ain’t too big for me to catch you and drown you in the lake.”

“Hey!”

 “Just...don’t hurry to grow up too fast, John.  It’ll catch up with you soon enough.”  Left to meditate on that particular nugget of solemn-sounding wisdom, they passed the next few minutes quietly.  Eventually Arthur gathered the reins in one hand, and took out a crumpled packet of cigarettes, Jolly Jack’s, from his jacket pocket.  He struck a match on the rail of the wagon, and lit one, holding it out to John.  John reached out and took it, as Arthur lit his own, and then reached a hand out.  “Gimme the reins again, I ain’t letting you drive one handed while you got a smoke going.”

“All right.”

“Also, you want to be a man, remember a man pays his debts.  You owe me at least a packet.  Don’t think I don’t know who it was pinching them from me all winter.”

He could almost imagine Hosea saying, We’re thieves, but we don’t take from each other.  He scowled, looking away, but knowing he’d justly been called out, and in a way that was good too.  It was fair and calm, and Arthur wasn’t mad.  He’d respected John enough to tell him to make it right like a man would, rather than reporting it to Hosea like he was still a kid.  That warm feeling welled up within him again.  “Fine.”   A/N: For some context, especially for those that haven’t read Sunrise, this takes place shortly before Isaac dies in May of 1890.  I tend to believe John couldn’t know about Eliza and Isaac, given that context would have given him a much better understanding of Arthur’s angry reactions to John’s failures with Abigail and Jack.  So I HC that Dutch, Hosea, Bessie, and Susan all knew, but as John was still so young, they all just gave him the implication Arthur’s absences to go see Isaac were him still desperately and futilely trying to court Mary.  They all respected Arthur’s privacy, and didn’t want John brashly prodding him on a touchy and uncertain subject. 

#arthur morgan #john marston #rdr2 #fic from the parking lot

[soakedinsmoke]

Wedding Reception || Sterek

The room is crowded when Derek gets there. There’s a swarm of people on the dance floor, tripping over each other, their arms flailing around offbeat. It’s hot and smells like sweat and lust mixed with the unforgettable whiff of booze. He shouldn’t have come. He already missed the ceremony and god knows Scott will probably never let that go.

Someone bumps his shoulder, hard, as they fumble off into the room spilling whatever sticky substance is floating around in their glass. It’s laced with wolfsbane. Shocking.

Derek is busy following the drunken idiot around with a glare when he meets Stiles’ gaze from across the room. He’s in a suit, fitted, a deep grey that makes his mouth look more red than Derek remembers.

He can hear Stiles’ heart stop, skip and then start to beat too quickly again. It takes the air right out of Derek’s lungs.

It’s been three years since they’ve seen each other.

Scott floats into the forefront, he drifts slow and graceful until they’re almost toe-to-toe. Derek can feel the anxiety seeping from every single pore on Scott’s body.

“Hey...you made it,” Scott says with as much chipper as possible. His eyes shift to Stiles momentarily.

“Yeah, I’m sorry I missed the ceremony. Allison looks beautiful,” Derek sighs, the corners of his mouth forcing upwards to a soft smile.

“Dude, no, it’s cool. It was short and sweet anyways. Just glad you could come.”

Then Scott hugs him. A bro hug. Derek hates those, but Scott’s a little drunk and he’s being tugged in three different directions by guests Derek doesn’t recognize so he pats Scott and the back and watches him join the scattered mess of people in the center of the room.

Derek is just going to leave. It’s probably for the best. He drops a card on the gift table and starts weaving through couples exchanging pleasantries as politely as possible. He’s just feet from the glowing exit sign when he finally looks up from the ground. Jesus he’s so close to fresh air he can taste it, but that quickly changes when Stiles crosses in front of him.

They don’t say anything for what feels like a lifetime. Stiles’ scent shifts from emotion to emotion so rapidly that Derek can barely keep up. He should say something, anything, for fuck sake it shouldn’t be this hard.

Derek’s jaw unhinges, his tongue suddenly dry, breath caught in his throat. He wants to say ‘I’m sorry’, but knows Stiles doesn’t give a fuck. So he just shuts his mouth and let’s out a long breath through his nose.

“Fuck you,” Stiles mumbles so meek Derek thinks it was an accident. “Jesus christ, Derek, fuck you.”

Yeah, he never should have came back.

“Stiles,” he starts, his tongue rolls over his lips, “I —“

“Babe! Come on! It’s our song!!”

There’s a kid hanging his arms around Stiles’ neck suddenly. His cheeks stained red-warm and the scent of whiskey spilling off his tongue. Derek watches the boys mouth find the pulsing cord on Stiles’ throat. It’s gaudy and inappropriate...but Derek knows how hard it is to keep nose out of Stiles’ throat so he tries not to dwell on it...

But it’s hard to watch. Derek’s stomach turns, does tumbles in his gut, and it takes every fiber of his being not to throw the kid across the room.

Stiles forces himself to smile, tries to be discrete as his long fingers pry the boys arms away from his neck.

“Give me two minutes, I just have to help this guy find his keys in the bowl,” Stiles says it so genuinely even Derek almost believes him. He follows Stiles’ nod towards the sea of keys floating around in a giant glass bowl. He shouldn’t be this surprised at Scott’s safety precautions.

“Hurry back,” the boy grins, his lips smacking against Stiles’ before he’s back into the mix of wedding goers.

He never even gives Derek the time of day.

Stiles doesn’t say anything else. He turns on the balls of his feet and shoves open the heavy metal door that leads to the poorly lit parking lot.

Derek follows like a puppy.

It’s like Stiles is on autopilot. How does he know where Derek parked? Is he that predictable? Apparently, because the next time Stiles turns to face him they’re standing outside his SUV.

Derek feels like he’s swallowing glass.

“Stiles,” he starts again, “I shouldn’t have come.”

You have a boyfriend. A life. A career. You have everything I kept from you for too long and I don’t want to fucking see anymore.

He wants to say it. Wants to push past Stiles’ no longer lithe frame, get in his car and drive until he hits the ocean on the other end of the fucking country. But his feet are cemented to the ground.

It’s worse that Stiles isn’t talking. Derek isn’t familiar with that. God, he would rather Stiles yell, bark in his face, something other than silence.

Derek starts fishing for his keys in his pockets. He’s just going to go. He can’t do this. He can’t see Stiles without him.

“I’m sorry,” he says again, his thumb padding over the unlock tab on his keys.

Stiles pushes both his palms into Derek’s chest. It catches Derek off guard and he loses his balance for a half of a step. He doesn’t fight back. He lets Stiles land a fist to his jaw, lets him push and shove repeatedly until he trips over his own feet. He catches Stiles, carefully, steadies him and then wipes the blood from the corner of his own mouth.

“Okay, you’re done, that’s it. Go back inside,” Derek grunts. He side steps Stiles and open the drivers side door.

“Fuck you,” Stiles says harder this time, his voice cracking with rage. “You just left, Derek. You just fucking left me here without saying a fucking thing. And Scott? You told Scott where you went!? Not me!? I gave up Stanford for you and you left!”

There’s tears welling up over those long lashes Derek loves. They spill over and stream down Stiles’ face. Derek’s heart sinks to his toes.

“I hate you,” Stiles’ voice quakes.

It’s a lie and Derek isn’t sure if that makes it better or worse.

“I know,” he says quietly.

He can’t take his eyes off Stiles’ face. His bottom lip is trapped between his teeth and fuck sake he’s sobbing so loud Derek can barely hear the bass from the reception anymore. He hesitates, because he knows he shouldn’t even attempt to console Stiles since he’s the cause, but he can’t help it. It’s been three fucking years and Stiles’ scent is just so god damn overwhelming Derek is traipsing across the small distance between them until his nose is buried in Stiles’ hair and his arms are twining around his shoulders.

“I know,” he says again, holding Stiles still for the brief few seconds he struggles against Derek’s embrace.

Relief floods his system when Stiles’ fingers finally curl into his suit jacket and his weight shifts forward into Derek’s torso. He can barely breathe. He’s torn between wanting to soak up every ounce of Stiles’ scent he can get and choking on lingering odor the boy who called it ‘their song.’

Derek has been gone so long that Stiles has a song with someone else. It feels like his heart is shattering, a pain pinging around in his chest.

They stay like that for a long time. Derek’s back against the car and Stiles sunken into his body. Eventually Stiles’ breathing evens out, his cheek pressed into Derek’s collarbone.

Derek just wants to stay right here forever. Until Stiles only smells like him again. He fights every instinct he has to bury his nose into the length of Stiles’ throat, to scrape his teeth against the skin, to nip and bite his scent back there.

He leans back, fitting his palms to the buckles of Stiles’ jaw. The honey-amber color of Stiles’ eyes is still just as mesmerizing as ever. Derek’s sight flickers down to Stiles’ puffy, bow-shaped lips before bouncing back up to meet his gaze.

Stiles looks defeated and sad. Derek did that. He broke Stiles’ heart. He’ll never forgive himself.

He thumbs over the sandpaper stubble Stiles has managed to grow out for a moment, brushes their noses once or twice. Derek thumps their foreheads together and shakes his head subtly.

“I love you,” he says so feebly he’s not even sure it’s actually out loud or not.

Stiles’ heart stops again. Skips. Over and over. Then falls back into a steady beat.

Derek knows Stiles is better off without him. He knows he shouldn’t have said that. Knows he shouldn’t have shown up to Scott’s wedding in the middle of the reception. He knows a lot of fucking shit he does is wrong, but every single time they’re together Derek feels like inevitable pull towards Stiles. Like instinct. Like it’s right. And every fucking time he runs.

Stiles deserves better. They both know that.

They’re quiet again for a while.

“I paid that kid fifty bucks to act like we were together,” Stiles finally says. “I knew your soft werewolf ass wouldn’t miss Scott’s wedding.”

And holy shit Derek thinks he may have lost consciousness for a minute or at least blacked out because when he can finally focus on Stiles’ face again he’s still sort of seeing stars.

“If you leave again I’ll kill you. Like, bang bang boom. Dead. No more. I will hunt you down and murder you. I swear to god, Derek.”

“Shut up,” Derek breathes, his nose diving into the curve of Stiles’ throat, teeth scraping at the skin. He flip flops their positions, pins Stiles against the car and tugs at the button down shirt clinging to Stiles’ abdomen until it’s hanging loosely. Derek gets his hands on Stiles’ skin. Covers him in scent. He can hear Stiles let out this little noise, like a whimper almost, when Derek’s nipping turns into open mouth kisses on his skin.

“Easy,” Stiles chokes out. His fingers all twisted in Derek’s over product soaked hair. “You’re not totally off the hook, dude.”

He doesn’t deserve another chance. But he sure as shit is going to take it.

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last night, or more like early this morning, i was having a conversation with @allbeendonebefore and then, as always, i had this dumb idea. so i stayed up til almost 4 am to type this up. also one of the ending lines was hers and i borrowed it shamelessly. 

please enjoy some CANON fluff. so much fluff. 

Curtain Call

203X? 

Calvin drums his fingers against the polished wood and scans the crowd for any sign of him. He makes the ice cubes twirl in his glass with his other hand and settles for a sip of his drink. The whiskey burns down his throat, but it’s nice. He savours the tang of the alcohol and settles in his seat. He lets the noise of the small theatre and bar envelop him like a thick, warm, familiar blanket. He likes it here, has gotten used to this crowd and its vibe a while back now. Enjoys the performances and the ambiance. Likes the performers’ best – or well, one in particular. No bias.

 His face breaks out into a wide grin when he spots him and he gets up, all long limbs and such, nearly knocks the man besides him off his own chair in his excitement, and offers a brief apology, as he waves his hand in the air energetically to get Edward’s attention.

 Edward walks up to him, dress bag tucked carefully under one arm and smiles brightly when he reaches Calvin. He puts the bag down on the vacant chair on Calvin’s other side and then lets his boyfriend wrap him in a tight hug, who lifts him off his feet and spins him around for half a turn. Edward laughs, used to these antics by now and if his cheeks are a little pink when he’s back on solid ground, it has nothing to do with Calvin and everything to do with the vigorous wiping he did at his face moments before to remove the makeup; that, the lights, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

 “You were absolutely magnificent!” Calvin declares and kisses him soundly on the lips. Edward laughs, again, a little breathless this time and lets his boyfriend shower him with praise for a moment longer. It’s nice, to have such a devoted fan, and to know that he has the support of his partner in this little venture of his. It hadn’t always been like this – hadn’t always been this easy and carefree, but that was before, what could have been a whole different lifetime ago.

 Drag and performing had been another form of escapism for him. An idea born out of revolt, out of pride, out of affirmation and out of identity and himself. Something he had carefully created and worked on, something he had kept close to his heart, out of love, out of fear that had become his way of expressing himself in a totally new and different way. Here, he had found kinship, understanding, community, and acceptance.

 Calvin had asked to come, a while back, years ago, and Edward had been surprised. He had never pushed it on him, had never asked him if he wanted to come, afraid of rejection, not wanting to live that again, not now that he had it so good with Calvin, and so even though Calvin had known about his hobby, Edward had never invited him to a show and Calvin had never insisted. With time, Calvin had thought maybe Edward was ashamed of him – didn’t want him to meet his friends, or enter this other sphere of his life and eventually, he’d asked. If he could. Because he wanted to. Because they were sharing a life. And if they were sharing a life then that meant hobbies and passions as well. Being there for one another and such. Support, emotional, physical and all. Having each other’s back.

 Edward had agreed, if a little reluctantly, out of fear, again, always. But he was done with that. Done with hiding and being ashamed. That wasn’t how he functioned anymore. Done with living in shadows and the potential negative outcomes. He was done with self-sabotage. Had been done for a while, really, but, some small parts still remained, there at the back of his mind, whispering in his ear when he felt uncertain.

 But Calvin was different. Calvin was encouraging.

 Still, he had braced himself for judgement, but Calvin had been thoroughly on board with this other side of Edward. Had shown nothing but enthusiasm and support.

 It had been – really refreshing.

 Edward only regretted not going for this sooner.

 “Thank you for coming,” Edward tells him as Calvin takes his seat again and pulls Edward close. Edward leans against him, Calvin’s arms looped around him loosely and this is probably Edward’s second favourite thing about performing – the after performance aspect. When he finds Calvin at the bar and gets to spend some time with him as he rides his little adrenaline high he gets from performing. (He still wonders about that – about the high – what it could mean, if it has anything to do with before but – it’s too much of a nice thing to really look into and Calvin always looks so good and nice and formal in his suit – as if he was going to see a real performance. (Calvin likes to politely remind him that it is a real performance. Edward’s insides always do something funny at that.) So he drops it, doesn’t think about it and allows himself to enjoy something without questioning what it may or may not mean. It’s better this way, anyway. Things are allowed to be uncomplicated. Not everything has secondary, dark meaning to it.)

 “Of course! I wouldn’t miss it for the world; I love watching you perform,” There’s a coy and sly little smile to him that Edward chasses away with a kiss that Calvin is only too happy to respond to.

 “Didn’t keep you waiting long, I hope?” Edward asks.

 Calvin shakes his head, like he always does, “Nope, had a nice drink and I made a new friend,” He says it like it’s the most obvious of things and Edward rolls his eyes, so very fond. Of course, Calvin would befriend a stranger at the bar. He always does. Calvin is like an excited puppy that makes friends with anyone and everyone. Open and friendly and easy to talk to. Warm. Inviting. Pleasant.

 “I’m sure the two of you would get along,” Calvin starts as he turns around to where the other man is sitting beside him, “His name’s Étienne,” And just as Calvin says the name, just as Edward follows with his eyes to where the man is sitting, just as he takes in the mop of now quite familiar curly hair, his mind stutters to a halt, wondering if it didn’t trip onto itself. If this isn’t some weird dream he’s having or some such.

 But then, sure enough, the man turns and he’d recognise that face anywhere. (But would he though – would he really? Would he, considering he’d been standing right next to him all this time and hadn’t even noticed?)

 Calvin looks far too pleased. He had concocted the whole thing. He’d asked once, and just once, why Edward never invited Étienne to a show. Edward had conveniently reminded him that Étienne lived four provinces away, that he wasn’t always around and that his performances didn’t always line up with his visits. Calvin had called bullshit on that, knowing far too well that Edward always made it a point not to have any when Étienne was in town. Edward had then asked him to drop the subject and Calvin, feeling that there was more to this tale but also not wanting to start an argument, had let it be.

 For now.

 He figured that if he himself had wanted to see Edward perform and wanted to be an encouraging boyfriend, then Étienne would want to do the same.

 And so his plan had been hatched when Étienne had mentioned to him in passing that he’d be in town in a few weeks and would he mind keeping it a secret from Edward.

 Calvin had been more than happy to oblige, but on one condition.

 Étienne had almost seemed relieved at the condition.

 Calvin smirks to himself; and to think that some consider him naïve.

 Edward blinks.

 And blinks again.

 He stares to make sure he isn’t hallucinating and Étienne offers a shy smile and a gentle wave, “Surprise,” he says softly and Edward isn’t sure what the right response to that should be.

 Étienne is here. At his show. Or at least, is in the venue where he’d just performed.

 He takes a deep breath. Tries to ground himself.

 There had been so many times. So many times, before, when he’d wished for this. When he’d ached for Étienne to assist. For Étienne to sit in the crowd, support him, be there for him, be proud of what he was and what he did. He had yearned for this. Had hoped that – someday, eventually, Étienne would be there. Would clap and whistle, would be over the top in his enthusiasm for his performance. Unashamed. Wouldn’t hold back. Would tell anyone and everyone that he’d been here to watch him perform. That they’d bridge the gap and meet halfway.

 But – that had never happened.

 It had been – complicated.

 Étienne’s entire relationship with drag had been complicated. So, Edward had – let it be. Kept it to himself. Had fostered it close to his heart while resentment had slowly, but surely festered. Time had passed, words had been exchanged, and the proverbial drift had happened. Not only over this, no, that would have been too simple. Over – so many other things combined.

 But – that too, was in the past.

 They’d turned a new leaf. They were building something new now. Something wonderful and new and open and honest and so much better than what they’d had before. Authentic, Étienne would call it. (And Edward would roll his eyes, fond, and hit his arm.)

 But Edward had never brought it up again. Étienne had asked, once, in passing, if he was still performing. Edward had replied in the affirmative and they’d left it at that, probably both a little afraid of digging up old skeletons, opening up old wounds, destroying something that was still so very fragile.

 And it was fine, really.

 Even though, Edward would have still liked for Étienne to be there. At least once. Just once. Just once to see him on stage.

 And now here he is.

 “I don’t understand,” Edward manages to say, “You just got here?” He asks, because that would make more sense. Because some part of him still apparently refuses to believe that Étienne would come to one of his drag performances. That they’re that much moved on from the end of the twentieth century to have this. “When did you get here? How are you here?”

 There was no planned trip. He would have known. Étienne hadn’t said anything. But then again, Étienne is good at that. Good at surprise visits and showing up on his doorstep out of the blue. He likes that – likes that Étienne feels comfortable coming over when he feels like it, but still.

 “Had a bit of help from an inside man,” He says exchanging a conspiratory wink with Calvin. There’s a private laugh, some inside joke is passed and Edward can’t even be bothered to grasp at it – not now, anyways. Not when his mind is still trying to grasp this reality. Later, there will be time for admonishments. Later, he can get properly vexed and chide them both for conspiring behind his back. For plotting these things. Just to please him. Because apparently, that’s what they do – please him. As if they’d been placed in his life for that – to make him happy. To see him laugh and smile. They’re both so stupidly ridiculous and he loves them both so damned much. So damned much.

 “Got here early this evening, saw the whole performance. You were, absolutely, fantastic.” He says it with all the sincerity in the world and it does something to Edward. Really does. He feels the tears prickle at the corner of his eyes and doesn’t even try to stop them. In any event, his face has been scrubbed clean and he’s not sure there’s an elegant, discreet way from stopping this type of water works. Therefore, he walks up to Étienne, closes the rather small distance between them, a few steps really, and pulls him into the tightest of hugs possible. If he cries a little, he blames it on the adrenaline, on his emotions running high and on his mind that’s still trying to process everything.

 Étienne holds him tightly as well, grasps him close and for a moment, time stands still. There’s something – cathartic about this embrace. Something old that finally starts to heal properly and that rights itself after so long. Edward feels a little lighter, stands a little taller when they pull back and smiles a little wider when Étienne takes his hand and gives it a squeeze.

 “I got these for you,” Étienne says and takes a lovely bouquet of flowers off the bar counter. He hands them over to him and Edward can’t believe this man. Can’t believe that he gets to have his little fantasy come true in two folds.

 “You didn’t have to, really, you really didn’t have to,” It’s a lot. It’s too much. But it’s perfect and wonderful. It’s overindulging, but he can’t stop. Étienne watched him perform. Didn’t hate it. Didn’t run away. Got him flowers. Is sitting at the bar with Calvin, dressed nicely as well, both looking lovely and dashing and so very fond of him.

 He loves them. Both. So much. So much it hurts.

 There’s a card with the flowers. His name is written on the envelope. Just his name. In familiar script he’s seen half a million times over his lifetime. It’s changed some, over time, but it’s still familiar and similar. It’s in the curve of the d, the way the o and the u are attached together, because Étienne has always called him Édouard, more so than anyone else in this world, a private name shared between the two of them, and Edward thrills that Étienne is using it again – that they’ve reached another old milestone.

 He wonders what he’ll find in the card, wonders what Étienne could have possibly written to him on such a small card; Étienne who has been known to write him pages and pages of letters. Letters he still has. Letters he has kept. Letters he has read and reread, until he could recite them by heart. Missives sent his way with secrets and confessions (but never the ones he’d hoped to receive) and his breath catches, not for the first time tonight, at the two very simple, very powerful words he finds. He can get up on stage, perform, sing, dance, discuss, put on makeup, a dress, perform in stilettos and high-heeled boots without a problem, but the words on the card unbalance him and knock him over for a moment.

 So simple. So efficient. So much.

 Je m’excuse.

 Edward looks over to Étienne again. Looks from the card, to Étienne and then back. He tries to find something to say – something to respond to that but he’s overwhelmed with feelings and emotions and the ghost of a past that wasn’t always bad, that had a lot of good in it as well, but that had gotten mangled and complicated for nothing. That had left him gaping and aching and hollowed out in a new way.

 But they’re here now. They’re here and they’re back to where they were before, but this is a whole new chapter that’s being written and he doesn’t know what to do and what to expect. This is new. So new and fragile and wonderful and hopeful.

 For the second time that night, Edward hugs Étienne close. Holds him closer still and never wants to let him go. Wants him to understand what all of this means for him. That he’s here. That he came. That he wrote those words in that card. That he loves him. He thinks maybe that Étienne gets it, that he feels the same when Étienne wipes at his eye an errand tear away and Edward laughs and cups his face with his hands and caresses his cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. They stay like that for a moment longer, simply breathing together, getting lost in a sea of hazel and green and Edward wonders if they’ve ever been this emotionally close to one another.

 “Thank you,” He finally manages to say; for the flowers, the card, his visit here, for staying, for loving him still, for not having given up, really. For trying.

 For trying.

 “I’m proud of you, you know?”

 Edward gets knocked off his feet for what feels like the third time that night. He nods, because he doesn’t trust his words, doesn’t trust that an ugly sob won’t come out of his throat instead. He takes Étienne’s hand instead and this time, it’s he who squeezes it tightly.

 They need to stop being this ridiculous; Étienne and Calvin, for they’ll be the death of him. What with their well-meaning actions and words. There’s just so much he can handle in one evening. He sniffles once and tries to gather himself back up. There’s been enough sharing of emotions for one evening. His feelings have been pulled out enough for one night.

 “Well, Christ, I wish I hadn’t washed my face, because I’ve been wanting to leave a lipstick stain on your pretty face for a million years and now you go on with your cards and your flowers,” He starts yammering on as he reaches for his bag, rummages through it to find his nice tube of lipstick – the one in that pretty shade of red he likes so much. He’s buying himself time, finding himself something to do with his hands and an excuse to look away from these two ridiculous men, “And you, mister,” He says as he brandishes the tube and points it like some sort of weapon at Calvin who looks far too pleased with himself, offers him an innocent smile he doesn’t buy at all, “Don’t think I’m not onto you. Can’t believe you both ganged up on me this way,” He adds and applies a perfect coat of bright red lipstick to his lips. He smacks them once for good measure, makes sure it’s even and then caps the tube and makes it disappear back into the bag, “C’m’ere,” He tells Étienne and pulls him close to place the biggest of kisses to his cheek.

 Étienne laughs and loops his arms around Edward’s waist. He holds Edward close as he kisses his cheek and it’s a liberating thing, to hold him like this, to be here with him. Edward surveys his handiwork afterwards and makes an approving noise at the back of his throat. “I hope I’ll get more in the future,” Étienne says and Edward smacks him lightly, before kissing him properly, if only to get him to stop saying such silly things that make the butterflies in his stomach flutter ever so wildly.

 Before Edward can escape, say something about the fact that they should head out, that it’s getting late and that he’d like to crash on a sofa and not move for the next several hours, Calvin pulls out his phone and says they should commemorate such an occasion. Edward rolls his eyes, but makes himself comfortable on Étienne’s lap and just as he braces himself for the flash of the camera, Étienne places his head on his shoulder and when Edward looks at him, he finds that his boyfriend has the softest of fond looks on his face.

 They take another photo, one last one before they head out, of the three of them, and Edward thinks that it’s a good thing Calvin has such long arms. Edward squeezes himself between both Étienne and Calvin and holds them both close as the shutter goes off. It’s a lovely photo, really, and they all look happy in it. Edward will, later, after he has Calvin send it to him, put it as his phone wallpaper and it’ll stay there for a good long time. He’ll look at it often, sometimes unlocking his phone just to see it, and every time, for a fraction of a second, he’ll feel whole.

 FIN

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Debts to Pay (Yandere!Iida x Reader)

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Citrus Rating: Lime

Opening your eyes and looking down, you held onto the leather jacket in your hands like it would disappear if you let go. You turn to check if the elevator was still open, but are met with closed doors. It feels like you are a mouse in a trap. The room you now stood in the center of was grand and imposing as you shuffle your feet. Your heart was pounding in your ears as you heard the sound of steps, thoughts racing through your head as the outfit you wore made you feel so much smaller… So much rattier than the surrounding glamour, despite your attempt to dress more acceptably. It didn't help that the man before you was intimidating and one you owed a great deal too. Tenya Iida.

"Ah, Miss… I'm glad to see you here. Though, you look a bit nervous. I hope that isn't because of me." He said as he walked past you, suit jacket over a button up. It was a rather good look on him, hair slicked with some gel that probably costs more than your rent. It didn't matter. Not to him at least. Looking up, you could hardly meet his gaze. The reason had came was supposedly to pay your debt to him. He had loaned you a… Let us just say a great amount of money. An amount you and he both knew that could never be paid by any sort of savory means. It was a matter of survival.

"No, no… Well, maybe a little, actually." You admitted as Iida takes your jacket puts it to the side, touching your arm to guide you.

"It is perfectly fine to be nervous. I mean, this is our first dinner together and trust me. I don't plan on holding you to any sort of standard, aside from simple courtesy as a guest in my home. Also, please put your phone in that bin by the door. I prefer to keep dates more personal without distractions" He smiled, giving you a slight reaffirming squeeze. It did little to actually comfort you.

Walking with you, he led you to the kitchen where a little black marble island stood in stark contrast to the white everything else… It was clean and there were various dishes sat out on the western style counter surrounded by backless stools. Iida walked over and pulled one out as you carefully sit with your legs crossed, stockings covering your legs with vine-like designs. He sat down next to you and carefully began to make conversation, despite your predicament. He was surprisingly good at distracting you as you listened to him while eating. It was all polite, not very deep yet. Drinks were made and soon you were lost in the night as you found yourself slowly getting more involved with the conversation.

Laughter and longer gazes, comfortable silences and slight brushes of hands were exchanged as you two shifted to the living room as you curled on the couch with a glass of whiskey in your hand as Iida regaled you with tales of his older brother. Tensei.

The way he looked up to him was so surprisingly human and sweet. It was at that time you had gave up information on your own family, talking about the past. Before you knew it, you were leaned against him as the fireplace burned and his hand worked through your hair. His glasses were sliding down his nose a bit and you quietly pushed it back into place as your eyes met his. You genuinely had enjoyed the night, but when you glanced to the side with a blush… You saw the clock. It was 2 in the morning! You were rather tired and it was beginning to look like you should leave, but it was so comfortable. Plus it was dangerous to travel around your neighborhood at night.

"Iida, I would love to do this again. Tonight has been… A lot better than I would have ever dreamed, but I should really head home. I have work tomorrow. It has been great spending time with you." You said as you stood by the elevator after you had willed yourself to get up.

"I'm glad my company was pleasing to you, dear… I can't wait for you to come back. Next week? Maybe on a night when you don't have work or we could cut off sooner." He suggested as you put your jacket on again. Turning back to him, his hand now rested on your shoulder. Warm and large as his thumb trailed along your neck and to your jaw. The touching feels… Surprisingly safe as you smiled, nodding. Leaning up, you pressed a kiss to his cheek before the elevator opened for you and you walked into the well lit little capsule. A sigh escaping when the doors closed as you leaned against the back wall.

It went on like this for a couple weeks, date nights and shy pecks. Hand holding and embraces, but nothing more. He seemed to show a growing want for you to stay over, claiming that it was dangerous out there. The way he worried was nice, but you always told him you could handle yourself. It was all to repay that debt and you had to tell yourself that. That it wasn't like you genuinely had feelings, you just needed to play the part. You just hoped Iida knew that too.

You would be proven wrong though. Gifts soon appearing outside your apartment. Flowers and small things, then they began to get more expensive. Bracelets and perfumes from designer brands. Not that you didn't appreciate the gesture, in fact you were very flattered. You just didn't deserve gifts like this. Especially with how you were more just using him, despite any feelings you may have.

So quickly, on your next date, you brought some of them with you and sat them out before Iida. "Iida, what are these about?"

"They're gifts? Also, please call me Tenya. We went over that. You don't need to be so formal dear." He reached out to hold your hand, but you moved them away.

"Iida. I enjoy our times together, but really. You don't need to do this. I know- I know how this all will end and I don't want to…"

"What in the world do you mean? How is this going to end? Have I ever pushed you to do anything?" He asked, sounding offended and hurt by that statement. It broke your heart a bit to hear, but you needed to continue.

"This isn't normal, this all started and is because I need to pay you back. We both know that is never going to happen, Iida. It isn't that I don't like you, it is just that… This is all just business to-"

"To who? You? It certainly isn't to me. You think that if I was genuinely worried about that money that I would just be making you eat dinner with me once a week!" He ran a hand through his hair as you shook slightly where you stood, finding it hard to hold back tears.

All these weeks, you bashed yourself down for these feelings. You still did. It was too soon and not for the right reasons. It was just too perfect. You never deserved anything like this.

"Iida, please. Please don't yell at me." You said, voice choked a bit as your eyes watered. It was scary to see him getting so riled up. Especially since he held your finances in his hands. There was a deal.

"I'm sorry, but it just makes me frustrated. You know that I just want to… I want to have a relationship with you. You seemed to like me too, so I don't see why you're so upset. If it is pride, then we can figure out some other way to deal with this. I just… I don't want you to think I am just doing this because of the loan. Just think of it as another gift, please." He sighed, seeming tired as he rubbed his eyes and then saw how you were so quiet now.

"Tenya, this whole thing isn't normal still. I don't know how to fix it either." You admitted quietly.

"Just let me handle it. If the gifts really make you upset, then I'll stop. We can make this work and I promise to try my best to make you happy." He said, chest puffing ever so slightly. It was dorky and rather cute. You just hope he keeps his word.

After that, everything went back to normal.

No more expensive gifts, aside from a teddy bear. Tenya even came to your place for a date one night and expressed mild concern over the state of your living conditions, but you brushed it off as him being rather sheltered. You were used to the neighborhood. It was part of the… charm? No, it was far from charming, but it was a rather colorful neighborhood with lots of personality. It seemed to get harder to pay rent each month though, as prices rose.

It wasn't anything too odd though. Crime was rising though. The days passed and things got more serious. Tenya even offered for you to move in with him. That was a bit much though and you would just tell him it was too early for that sort of commitment. Though, your kisses became heavier, lustful touches were more prevalent and you would be left with your head spinning as he made you almost want to cry for more at times. He loved sliding his hands along your thighs. In your own little fantasies as he kissed you along your neck… You hoped he would continue going to your chest, to your stomach and then to your inner thighs before-...

Then he would stop and pull away, resting you against him as he rubbed your arm. It was infuriating to say the least. So, when he left, you had taken to rutting yourself against your pillows until you were a babbling mess. That teddy bear he gave you in view sometimes and only serving as a reminder as you moaned softly.

Tonight though, you sat on his couch. Drinks flowing through your bloodstream as your fuzzy head held between Tenya's hands while he kissed you. It was positively sex with tongues. Him pulling away was inevitable it feel like, until you had something hard against your thigh.

"Tenyaaa… Fuhhh-, Tenya. Puh-lease, haven't we waited long enough?"

"Darling, m-maybe we should stop. We're both in more drinks than usual." He mumbled in your ear, breathily as he was still between your legs as his mouth hovered only slightly from you. Your own mouth working against his neck, before he pushed himself off you and ran a hand through his hair as he looked away from you. His face ablaze as he looked away. He took the glasses and went to put them away.

"Tenya, noooo… At least one more glass for me, please?" You gave him the puppy dog eyes as he turned and laughed a bit.

"Fine, but this is the last one. I'm cutting you off." He went to the kitchen and came back with a glass with ice. Handing it to you, you drank as he watched your lips on the rim of the glass. You hardly took the time to register taste as you sat the glass back down and moved closer to Iida.

"Can I at least stay here tonight, Tenya?" You murmured and your hand stroked his cheek. Hearing him hiss as he pulled away slightly like your hand burned.

He desperately wanted to say that you could stay forever. "Sure, you can sleep in my room. I'll stay in the guest room."

Your head was already on his arm though as you dozed off. It was adorable to him and so utterly tempting as he sighed. It was too bad he had to drug you to get you like this.

Waking up in the unfamiliar bed, you groaned softly at the awful headache as you were held in a pair of strong arms. You nuzzled your face further into the chest of who you were in bed with. Iida. Holy shit. You peak up and see him still asleep as he holds onto you like a teddy bear. Sound asleep actually. You wriggled out of his hold and hummed a bit as you snuck off to the kitchen, making something for breakfast. You needed to get something for the headache too. Eggs were being made and toast was going to be plain this morning, but you figured Tenya would appreciate some water and a bottle of pills to wake up to along with the breakfast you were making.

You had left your eggs on a plate with the toast as you went back to put the stuff on Tenya's nightstand. You couldn't help but notice the drawer was slightly ajar.

The curious side of you couldn't help it as you pulled it open, and shuffled the contents with a mischievous grin on your face that quickly melted away. That was a pair of your underwear and a couple pictures of you completely nude taken from outside your window… Your stomach was twisting in a sick way as you fixed the drawer and pushed it in, only to have your hand grabbed by a much larger one. Looking up, you saw a now very awake Tenya. "You know, it is incredibly rude to go through other people's things without asking."

"Tenya, oh, I was just… I'm sorry, please let go of me." You said as you tried to put your hand from his, but his grip was steadfast as he slid his legs off the bed.

"I don't know what else you found, but this is… You need to know that I like you a lot more than I let on. I'm sorry that you had to find out this way." He said as he got up, hand still harshly gripping yours as he looked at your eyes.

"Let go, I said to let go, please. Iida, stop it!" You shouted as he dragged you out of the room and to another before throwing you in and shutting the door. Turning, you tried to open it. It was locked. Fuck.

The room you were in was… Everything you would want in a room, except it had no windows. No way to get help. Shelves with books that you expressed interest in. This had to have been prepped. It couldn't have been a coincidence. You banged on the door again, but had a feeling Tenya wasn't going to let you leave willingly. Not until you two… "worked through this'... You weren't sure there was a way to do that either. At least you knew one thing, Iida definitely had a plan for taking you, but you just disturbed it greatly. Thinking about this, you sunk onto the bed. It was too much. You trusted him.

Iida was just as distraught outside as he had no idea what to do, now that he had just locked the love of his life up in the room he had made especially for you… He would definitely need to make some calls and text some people. Luckily, he had his and your phone just to do that. Let us just say, no one was going to be looking by the time he was done and even if they were? He has no idea where you went. You do live in that dangerous neighborhood and owe so, so many debts to even more dangerous men.

#My Writing #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere bnha #yandere #yandere mha #yandere my hero academia #lime #bnha tenya #tenya lida #reader insert #iida tenya x reader

[surlyalpaca]

Excerpts from a Diary of a Loyal(ish) Retainer, Part 2

Part One here. (With the next round of Ishgard ranking nearly upon us, pour one out for all the long suffering retainers of Omnicrafter WoLs)

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1. So I don't recall exactly how it happened. I was having the Limsa dream again (this time this Bismarck waitress was wearing pink!) and suddenly I hear the boss shouting in my dream. It was, I swear: WASSHOI WE'RE REBUILDING ISHGARD. I mean I know she pays well but maybe let me sleep in on the weekend? And maybe not throw glitter all over for some reason? I try to show some compassion because she's taken one too many hits in the head from primals but normal people don't have pockets full of confetti to throw around like that. I'm still half asleep and if I was more awake I probably wouldn't have done it but I told her to either clean up her mess or piss off. And that was my morning, being treated to the sight of the Warrior of Light on all fours, ass up in the air, cleaning glitter up from my bedroom floor.

2. Boss has temp relocated my home point from Ul'dah to Ishgard. At least she gave me a coat. Surly Retainer was for once not so surly and pointed out that Boss had crafted the coat herself. It made me feel good until I saw her emerge from the Adders' barracks with a whole chocobo saddlebag full of venture coins. "I'm going to need them," she had the gall to say. I'm not going to get the next few weekends off.

3. Newsflash: Ishgard is fucking cold.

4. Crazy here. The Firmament announcements seems to have shaken up Eorzea and all the weirdos have fallen here. I swear there are dozens of crafters here. And they're all scuttling about delivering stuff so I actually can't get a proper headcount. The airships are constantly ferrying people back and forth to some place called the Diadem. I asked the Boss if she wanted me to go there for her, but she claimed she'd do it herself when she needed a break. She's laughing a bit much. Too many coffee biscuits. I told her to eat something proper and she downed a whole bowl of bouillabaisse like it was a whiskey shot. And then she went right back to crafting. Someone is cooking quiche on top of one of the tents.

4. How much Doman Iron ore does one need?

5. Oh Gods, she hired another one. It was hilarious, actually. Surly asked me if that is him. Do all Elezen men look the same to her? I was about to tell her no when I saw the Boss handing the new one some venture coins. We exchanged that Look that we do when we need support from someone when the Boss is being her hyperactive self. Anyways he's some young botanist she's training up. He looks too eager. Its a bit disconcerting. Poor fellow probably has no clue what he's gotten himself into.

6. Catch the new guy as I'm porting back in from Doma (fourth time today, Gods, I hate teleportation). He's a chatty one. I'm trying not to be rude but I do have an unholy amount of Doman ore in my backpack and I can't wait to off load it. He said it looked heavy. Well. Yes. So I ask him what he's collecting for her. "Crystals for her crafting!" he opens his bag. 30 -- 30! -- Fire Shards. SHARDS. 30. A WHOLE 30 SHARDS. "I'm so happy to be helping," he says and I swear by Nophica's tits I couldn't detect a single ounce of sarcasm in his voice. Does he not understand how many crystals she goes through in a single hour? Didn't tell him that though. I don't go around kicking puppies, after all.

7. Boss is napping in the bushes near the new fountain, so Surly and I took a much needed break. Surly doesn't get why she's doing this. The Boss is a one woman army who has broken gods. She has notches on her gun showing the number of Imperial Legions she's personally wrecked. Surly said if she stopped doing all this useless stuff Garlemald would be brought to heel by now. And I'm not sure? Maybe? Now that her Scion friends are back she could probably. Eventually. But I think she does stuff like this to stay sane. She sure as hell seems happier when she's chugging craftman's syrup and making yet another piece of furniture for the Firmament needy than she does when she's preparing to go fight whatever villain of the week she's fighting.

8. OK. I may have overreacted a bit today. Surly tried keeping it from me but the Boss has been using all the ore I've collected for her to make into ingots that she then sells to other crafters. I'm trying to figure out why that is bothering me? Maybe because I thought in my own way I was helping the people of Ishgard and not lining her pockets with gil? And honestly as long as she pays me (in advance!) it shouldn't even concern me. It didn't help though that I've been getting migraines from all this aetheryte travel. And I was going through a bad one when the New Guy mentioned the whole ingot business. (Surly's face though when he did! Priceless.) Anyways, I wasn't thinking when I chased the Boss up the lamppost. It was the confetti thing all over again, sometimes you just can't expect to be subtle and get your opinion across to that woman. My mother would be mortified but I caused quite the scene. Some black-haired woman with these nice red eyes shows up during this kerfuffle and asks if there is a problem. (Understatement). Apparently she could hear me all the way across the Firmament? I wasn't paying close attention to what she said. Boss was yelling to her for help but Surly explains the situation. The woman nods and tells the Boss she had this coming. And leaves! Surly talked me down at one point. All the other Firmament weirdos were laughing at the Boss as she climbed down from the lamppost. New Guy looked like he wanted to go hide somewhere and forget this happened. Just another normal day as a retainer to the Warrior of Light.

9. Boss approached me today. She was acting all weird, not really looking at me and shifting around a bit before running off. Just before she did that she forced a bunch of venture coins in my hand and told me she needed double my body weight in raw garnet but no rush back. Checked my logs after. Best place for raw garnet is a stone throw away from Costa del Sol. Sometimes the Gods do listen.

#ffxiv writing #my second rate humour on full display #rough draft no time for proper editing #i'll probably catch all the mistakes after i post as always #ishgard restoration

[cmncisspnandmore]

Living Blood Bank

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Warnings: Blood, gore, sadness, fluff, Sam being a puppy. Dean being a little bit of a dick but only for a second.

“Dean!” A tall man with brown hair, a green flannel and a gun pointed directly at your face yelled. You shook violently in the corner of the small room you were confined to. Weeks maybe even months before you were walking home from your shift at the local 24 hour diner, when a man and woman in dark clothing grabbed you from the side alley by your house. When you regained consciousness they you had a chain around your wrist that tethered you to the wall. Over the course of the next few months they had periodically come in and bite you, sucking your blood. The woman had explained that something about to smelt sweet and pure, that you were the best one they’ve had yet. The first day, the vampires (as you concluded they were), had another girl held in the room with you but when she wouldn't stop screaming they killed her, and promised to do the same to you if didn't cooperate. 

“Sam?” The man who you assumed was Dean rounded the corner, gun also drawn. 

“She a vamp?” He moved closer, as the taller one lowered his gun, and took a small step towards you. You watched with wide eyes as he knelt down to your level, his arm reaching out and grabbing your left arm, he glanced down at the 30-40 bite wounds that littered the length of your arm. 

“No, she was their blood bag…” He reaches towards you and you shrink back against the wall. 

“P-Please.. Don't hurt me too, i’ll behave… I won't disobey.” You croak as a waterfall of tears slide down your cheeks. 

“We aren't going to hurt you,” the taller one in front of you replied softly, as the other lowered his gun and pulled a lock pick set from his jacket pocket. 

“Sammy, she’s chained to the wall like a damn animal.” He knelt down next to you and grabbed your right arm that was still tightly shackled to the wall. A few moments later the heavy chain fell to the ground with a loud thud, causing you to jump. 

“What's your name?” Dean asked as he held his hand out to you, his green eyes roaming over you tattered outfit, your nametag from the diner had been ripped from the blouse leaving a gaping hole over your left breast. Through the whole dried blood coated your skin, they hadn’t left very much of your body untouched. 

“Y/n… whats the date?” You ask as they help you to your feet, you had lost count of the days. For all you knew it had been a year since they took you. 

The men exchanged a look, “February 16th,” Sam replied and fresh tears poured. 

5 months. You had been there for 5 months. 

“C’mon let's go get you cleaned up.” Dean gruffly said as sam helped you walk out of the old house, and towards a shiny black car. 

“Who are you guys? Where are the vampires that took me?” 

“We’re Sam and Dean winchester. We’re hunters.” Sam guided you over to the back seat and you sat down, shivering against the cold weather. 

“Hunters? Like you hunt deer and stuff?” you cock your head to one side, as Dean lets out a small laugh. 

“No we hunt monsters, like those bastards who took you,” he glanced in the rearview as he cranked the heat for you. You ran your hands up and down your bloody and scarred arms, wincing as you hit a fairly new bite mark. 

“Oh.. okay.” You turn to look out the window as he pulls away from the old house and starts down the road. 

Sam turns in the passenger seat and glances at you, “Why did you ask what the date was?” 

“Because i needed to know how long I was gone for…” you down at your hands, and your stomach turns at the dried blood stuck to them. It was your blood, but you never thought you would see so much of it. 

“How long were you gone for?” Sams brown eyes study you.

“Five months, i was taken on my way home from work from the 24 hour diner.” You glance up, “Now im sure I don't have a job, or a place to go… I don't think anyone is looking for me anymore either. They probably all assume im dead.” Tears splash your chest stinging the open wounds. 

“They held a funeral for you last month.. An empty casket.. “ Sam looks down, remembering the article he read about you.

“If I go back, they’ll think im crazy.” You laugh shaking your head, and Sam looks over at Dean for a moment then back at you. 

“Sammy, we need to talk about what you're thinking before you say anything.” Dean mutters to his brother as he pulls into the motel parking lot. 

“C’mon lets get you cleaned up okay? Then we can talk.” Sam opens the door and helps you out of the car and into the Motel room. It was one of those pay by night places that was pretty sketchy if you do say so yourself.

“The shower is right in that room, let us know if you need any help, once you wash off the dirt and blood we can assess the wounds that need to be stitched and bandaged.” Sam gave you a soft smile and you tried to return it, but failed. 

You walk into the small bathroom and turn on the water, while the water heats up you carefully peel off the tattered uniform. As you chuck it into the trash, you glance in the mirror hanging on the wall, and gasp. Hundreds of bite marks litter your skin, some old and scarred other new and shiny as blood pools in them. Your hands fly to cover your mouth to try to contain the sobs that wracks your chest. 

“Y/n? Are you alright?” Sams deep voice calls from the other side of the flimsy door.

“Y-Yeah, just a second,” you call back as you step into the hot water, and yelp as the water hits the fresh wounds.

“Im gonna open the door and leave some clothes you can wear on the counter, change into those and when you’re done we’ll patch you up.” Sam's voice changes as he pushes the door open, and you use your hands to delicately scrub off the dirt and dried blood. The hot water felt good, but eventually it ran cold and you were forced to get out. With a sigh you turn off the water and dry off as gingerly as possible. Trying to avoid snagging the towel on any of the scabbed wounds. 

On the counter rests a pair of black sweatpants that look to be 4 sizes too big for you and a grey shirt. Slipping both of them on you roll the sweatpant so they will stay on your hips and tie up the shirt so you can walk without it hanging down past the middle of your thighs. With a nervous sigh you open the bathroom door, Dean is sitting at the table with a beer in his hand as Sam places a piece of gauze over a cut on his shoulder blade. On the table a bunch of medical supplies is strewn about, along with various bottles of alcohol. Sam glances at you as you step cautiously into the main area of the motel room. 

“Hey, how was your shower?” He smiles, Dean looks up and his gaze trails along your arms. You see him swallow thickly and pull out a chair next to him, “It was okay… it stung more than I'd like to admit.” You push some of your wet hair behind your ear.

“C’mere sweetheart we gotta start patching you up, are your arms and chest the only places they got it you?” Dean patted the chair he pulled out before standing and grabbing a roll of gauze and antibiotic ointment. 

With a shake of your head, you walk over and sit down in the chair, as Sam presses a glass of whiskey into your hand. 

“Drink this, its gonna hurt im not going to lie to you.” With a small nod you tip the glass back and the smooth liquid burns your throat as it goes down. Finishing it in one large swig, you place the cup down on the table. 

Sam leans over and refills the glass, “We’ll work on your arms first and then we’ll move on, just tell us if you need a break, okay?” 

You pick up the glass again and drink the contents, “Okay…” 

You brace yourself as dean picks up a bottle of rubbing alcohol and pours it onto one of the bite marks, it burns, worse than when they actually bite you. Sam and Dean go about pouring disinfectant in the open wounds, taking their time to make sure each one is thoroughly cleaned and bandaged. Every once in awhile when they would get to a particularly fresh one and you couldn't help but cry out at the pain, Sam would freeze momentarily. 

After the first 30 minutes of them working on cleaning and wrapping your arms the whiskey you had consumed at the beginning starts to dull the pain. Your arms throb and ache but it was tolerable now. 

“You’ve gotta remove your shirt darlin’” Sam reaches for the hem of your shirt, and your cheeks flush bright red. Sure you’d been naked in front of guys before, but not two men at once. With the way the whiskey was making your senses feel muddled you weren’t sure if you could keep all your thoughts to yourself. Especially since the last 15 minutes you have been having a very hard time not blurting out that you found Sam and his hazel eyes completely enticing. Though he was built like a freaking tree he moved with grace, and were completely infatuated with his movements. 

With a small nod you allow Sam to pull the shirt over your head, leaving you in your plain black bra, you watch as his face physically pales at the sight of your abdomen. Its littered with marks and not all of them were bite marks. You had been tortured the first few weeks they had you, they said it was to make sure you knew what would happen if you disobeyed. Cigarette burns, knife marks, scratches, stab wounds, oil burns, and much more scattered all across your flesh. 

“It’s okay Sam. Most of it doesn’t hurt anymore.” You reach out and grab his hand, he pulls his gaze from your chest. 

“ ‘m sorry we didn't find you sooner,” he shakes his head, his brown hair falling into his eyes. 

Dean clears his throat from beside you, “You’re gonna have to lay down for us to do the rest, im sure your legs are in the same condition.” 

With a small nod, you stand up from the chair, unrolling the sweat pants you let them fall to the ground, and move to the bed. You lay back against the pillows and watch and Sam and Dean share a look before Sam rubs his hand across his face, and comes to sit by your head.

“Some of these are infected. Deans gonna have to get everything out of them, its gonna hurt a lot, and you’ll probably pass out, but you won't be able to sit still, so i'm gonna hold you down so he can finish it as fast as possible, okay?” He sits you up slightly, placing himself behind your shoulders and rests his hands against them looking down at you. 

With teary eyes you look up at him, “Okay,” Sam brushes his fingers across your cheeks catching the tears. 

“You’ll be okay, i won't leave you.” He gives you a watery smile, as Dean situates himself at your hips.

“I trust you Sam, you saved me.” His rough palm cups your cheek and a faint blush creeps onto his cheeks. 

“Ready kid?” Deans gruff voice pulls you from the trance Sams hazel eyes put you in. 

“Ready.”

Sam pulls a washcloth from off the nightstand and presses it into your mouth, and then grabs your shoulders and holds them firmly. You glance at him and then at Dean and give a short nod. Taking a deep breath Dean pours rubbing alcohol onto a nasty bite wound and you scream into the rag, your voice muffled by it. Dean then uses his fingers to press against the wound pushing the infection out and you start to thrash around. You had never felt pain like this in your life. It was like someone had taken a hot poker and jabbed it into your stomach, and was pressing against it, driving it deeper into you. Sams grip tightens as hot tears pour down your cheeks. The pain continues for what feels like hours but it was probably only seconds, before it happens again. Black spots dance in your vision, and the last thing you remember before you pass out is Sams hazel eyes staring back at you. 

“Sammy, she’s not a hunter,”

“I know Dean, but we can’t just leave her on the side of the road somewhere. How will she survive? Everyone she’s ever loved thinks she’s dead, and you saw her body, what they did to her. She’s going to have those scars forever, shoving her back into the world where she has no one. No one who will believe her about those scars, they’re gonna think she's crazy. Throw her in a loony bin. That's no way for a girl to live. Not if I can do something to stop that from happening.” “Look, Sammy, i understand you’re attracted to her. And that you want to help her, but you can't take in every single person we save.”

“You’re acting like she's some stray dog we found on the side of the road. Dean. She's a human being with feelings and we could teach her about the things we do. So maybe she doesn’t hunt with us, but she can do research for us. She can be useful. Please. Dean there's something about this girl, something in the way she looks at me. The way she trusts me with her life, even though she has no reason to. Dean i can't. I can't let her go.” Sam puts his head in his hands and his brother sighs defeated.

“Okay, she can come with us.”

“Thank you.” Sam stands and hugs his brother.

“I’m gonna go get some food.” Dean hugs his brother back before grabbing his keys, and heading out the motel room door.

The bed dips next to you and you stir, blinking a few times before your eyes focus on Sam who is sitting on the edge of the bed. His hazel eyes search over your face, “Hey, you’re awake.” 

“Hey.. I am. I guess i passed out huh?” You move to sit up, but Sam stops you. 

“Don't, you’ll just hurt yourself. You lost a lot of blood and you need to rest.” He gently pushes your shoulder back down. The more you wake up the more the throbbing in your body becomes noticeable. 

“I guess that's to be expected.” You laugh softly and Sam frowns.

“I talked to Dean, he said you can come with us, help us out. If you want to that is.” Sam wings his hands together, and you bite your bottom lip. 

“That would be nice… I can't go home..” You glance at his hands and move one of yours and grab his. 

“Yeah,” Sam smiles slightly, “but we can be your home now. Your family.” 

“I would like that, besides no normal person would believe me if I told them I was used as a living blood bank.” 

Sam flinches at that, “I won't let anything like that happen to you ever again.” He runs his hand across your cheek and tangles his hand in your hair. The gesture makes you close your eyes, it was comforting. 

“I trust you, I know you won't.” You fight to open your eyes again, sleep was calling your name, your eyelids were impossibly heavy. 

“Go back to sleep, we’ll talk once you’re rested.” Sam smiles as your eyes slip closed. As you start to drift off you feel the slightest brush of lips against your head, Sam Winchester was soon going to worm his way into your heart, and you were perfectly okay with that.

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