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haetrack · 2 months

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study buddies

haechan x f!reader (ft. doyoung)

wc: 5.6k

warnings: sex mentions, dry humping (MDNI), nothing too graphic, haechan makes a bet against doyoung over you

this is a continuation of me and @hrts4doie nerd!haechan, read part one and part two if you would like! this is the first part, @hrts4doie will post the second part on their account, read here!

“i can’t believe that you haven’t even studied for this test.”

“well, i’ve been busy.”

doyoung rolls his eyes, scrolling through a powerpoint he swears he’s seen a hundred times already. “busy with your new girlfriend? can’t believe she actually asked you out.”

haechan lets out a sarcastic laugh, “you’re so jealous of me, it’s crazy…”

doyoung scoffs, shoving his face closer to his laptop, ignoring the proud smirk on haechan’s face.

haechan never expected to talk to you, never expected to sleep with you, and most definitely didn’t expect for you to to ask him out. he’s always kept to himself, making few friends, like doyoung, from group projects. he didn’t mind his social life, never really care for being alone. but with you by his side, he realized that he could never go back to how he was.

even before he had sex with you, he always found himself staring at you. all he had with you was one shared class, which he was so sure you didn’t even know he was in. you always looked so good, and it was his lucky day when you asked to be in a group with him. when the project was done, he thought you would never talk to him again.

except, you did. you kept up with him, listened to him rambling on about whatever video game, listened when he ranted about a class. you listened when he accidentally confessed that he thinks you’re attractive.

he had immediately taken his words back, to which all you did was laugh. you “accidentally” confessed that you thought he was cute, too. he remembers how the air in the room shifted, how your eyes glanced to his lips, moving to slide the glasses off his face. you pulled yourself into his lap, his fingers twitching at his side.

he suddenly hears doyoung calling out to him, followed by doyoung’s hand shoved in his face, snapping to get his attention. haechan blushes, realizing that he got too caught up in his thoughts, thoughts of you sitting so prettily on top of him. he quickly looks up to find an unimpressed look on doyoung’s face, “i called you here to study, not to daydream.”

“i, uh, i’m sorry,” haechan says, batting his eyelashes, “just remembered how boring you are.”

doyoung, already used to haechan’s teasing, can only huff in response, “you do realize that we’re studying for a midterm. a midterm. this is serious.”

“if you’re still sad about your breakup, feel free to talk to me anytime. now i’m the relationship expert!” haechan smirks, clearly showing off.

“how did you even get with someone like your girlfriend? does she like nerds like you or something?”

“hey! i have appeal, i’m not just some random nerd!”

“yeah, well i just know you’re into some weird stuff,” doyoung says, finally closing his laptop, “you’d probably like it if she pushed you around.”

haechan shifts in his seat, trying to ignore the image of you on top of him forming in his head. “w-whatever!” haechan splutters, “at least i have a girlfriend and i’m probably still going to do better on this exam than you will!”

doyoung has to stop himself from laughing out loud at haechan’s offhanded admission of being pushed around in bed. doyoung clears his throat before speaking, “well who’s the one who’s been studying and who’s the one who’s been getting fucked by their girlfriend?”

“i’m smarter, anyway! you’re acting like you wouldn’t beg to fuck my girlfriend, either!”

doyoung looks at haechan in shock, quickly trying to form a coherent sentence to get back at haechan, “we both know that i could fuck her better, don’t lie.”

a pout quickly forms on haechan’s face, “don’t think about fucking my girlfriend!”

“you literally just said that i would beg to have sex with her,” doyoung falters, “you know what, i don’t want to talk about this in a public library.”

haechan is silent as doyoung slips his laptop into his backpack. doyoung sees haechan bite the inside of his cheek in thought, probably thinking of a nice apology for his friend. once he’s packed everything away, he realizes that haechan is staring at him, his hands pressed onto the table.

“if you score higher than me on this test, i’ll let you fuck my girlfriend.”

okay, so maybe not a nice apology.

doyoung doesn’t really know what to say, doesn’t know how to react, and he doesn’t even know how he’s still making eye contact with haechan. his mouth opens and shuts, haechan still staring at him. doyoung manages to speak, “what… what?”

haechan doesn’t flinch at doyoung’s shock, “i said, if you do better than me on the midterm, i will let you have sex with my girlfriend.”

doyoung’s face is pulled into a frown when he realizes what haechan says this time. he has to stop himself from yelling into haechan’s face, “literally where did that come from?”

haechan just shrugs and pushes up his glasses with his finger, “i just know i’ll do better than you on the exam, and i kinda just want to show off.”

“in what world do you have to make a bet like that just to say you’re better than me? just, i don’t know, say you’ll do good?”

“but where’s the fun in that? and plus, it’s not like i’ll lose.”

“and if i win?” doyoung challenges.

haechan whines and shoves doyoung’s shoulder, “you won’t.”

doyoung sighs, suddenly too tired and wanting to go home. haechan exhausts him, and tonight proves that. haechan just laughs and shoves his stuff into his backpack, standing up and looking down at doyoung. doyoung glares at him, standing up just to intimidate him a little. “lets just go already, you’re stressing me out.”

haechan just smiles and laughs, ushering doyoung out of the library. doyoung walks with haechan to the bus stop, to where haechan will eventually go to your place to be with you. doyoung isn’t jealous, but he does miss being around someone that he likes. maybe he’ll try studying on his own for this exam.

doyoung eyes haechan while walking with him, acting as if nothing even happened. he’s harping about some random game event, almost too casually. doyoung tries not to think about you, but he can’t help but think you are pretty. he’s seen you around campus, he’s seen you more with haechan. he can’t help but stare sometimes.

it doesn’t help that doyoung did go through a breakup, his ex saying that they should both move on. doyoung bites down on his lip, trying not to think too much about it. he should focus on his grades, focus on his studying, focus on this bet. the worst that could happen is losing. the best thing that could happen is the possibility of good sex.

while they’re both waiting for haechan’s bus, doyoung raises the question, “is your girlfriend even okay with this?”

“well, it was a spur of the moment kind of thing, so… i’m not sure yet,” haechan laughs into the quiet air.

once again, doyoung is rendered speechless by haechan, “how do you even know that she’ll agree to this?”

haechan spots his bus rolling down the street, “she’ll say yes. and like i said, you’re definitely not winning.”

doyoung shoves haechan, sending him off to his bus as haechan laughs loudly. before haechan boards, he turns to look at doyoung dead in the eye, “i’ll see you on exam day. good night.”

doyoung nods, bidding him farewell. he goes his own way, hands shoved into his jacket pockets as he’s lost in thought. he will do better than haechan.

haechan finally makes it to your apartment. the bus ride felt too long, and it feels like it’s been years since he’s seen you. you’ve both been busy with your own exams. haechan used to not mind exam weeks, but now that he has you, it pains him to be away from you for so long.

he had tried studying with you, but it always ended up with haechan being too needy to focus. he can’t study by himself either, always disrupted by the thought of you fucking him. he’d send you a quick text, and you always agree to let him come over. it eventually turned into you scolding him, telling him he needs to find someone to study with him.

of course, it had to be doyoung.

he texts you that he’s at your place, making his way to your apartment door. he knocks, waits a bit, and is then greeted by the sight of you. you look tired, but he can’t help but still find you pretty given the circumstances. you smile at him, pulling him into a quick kiss, grabbing his hand to bring him inside.

he’s brought to your bedroom, watches as you plop yourself into bed. you turn to him, cocking your head to the side as you ask, “how was it with doyoung?”

he opens the separate drawer you made for his stuff at your apartment, pulling out some house clothes so he can lay down with you. he pulls off his shirt, hears how you whistle at him, and he immediately gets shy. he shushes you, “it went fine, we studied for most of it, and then we just kept on talking at the end.”

“that’s good,” you hum, watching him shimmy out of his pants with a smile on your face, “what did you guys talk about?”

he crawls into bed with you, caging you in his arms, legs intertwined with yours. after officially dating haechan, you realized how touchy he is. it’s cute considering how he’s still shy, not seemingly thinking too hard about the skinship he offers you. he nuzzles his face into your shoulder, “he was just telling me about his ex, everything that happened.”

you, not one to miss out on gossip, gasp as you pull yourself away to look at him properly. “please tell me you’re gonna talk about his drama. please.”

he laughs a little, moves to lean on his shoulder as he begins, “it’s been maybe, four months since he’s gotten broken up with?” he then leans in to whisper in your ear as if there’s other people around you, “but do you know what?”

you lean into him, whispering back, “what is it?”

“he still goes to see his ex. i don’t know if they’re still friends or they’re just…” he clears his throat, “having sex, but they still meet up.”

you gasp, eyes widening as you laugh at his words. doyoung doesn’t really seem like the type to do that, so knowing he might be just that desperate makes you giddy. “poor doyoung,” you start, threading your fingers into haechan’s hair, “i hope things get better for him.”

he’s not exactly listening, the feelings of your fingers in his hair making his eyes flutter shut, a natural pout forming on his face. you kiss him, and before haechan can pull you any closer, you pull away. you look at him expectantly, waiting for a response as he tries to remember what you said.

“um, speaking of which, there was something else we talked about.”

you curl into his side, eyes closing as you hum in response. he shifts a little, an arm wrapping around your waist. you’re waiting for him to talk, but you get no response. you call out his name, and he grips onto you. “is there something wrong?” you ask, a little worried.

“no, well, me and him have an exam coming up, and we kinda… made a bet on it.”

“yeah, what about?”

“so, i kinda said, if scores better than me, i’d let him…” his words trail off, mumbled out into your room. you move away from him to try to see what exactly has gotten into him. you’re surprised when you see his cheeks flushed red, teeth biting down on his bottom lip as he looks away from you. you raise your eyebrows, encouraging him to continue.

he takes a deep breath before he lets out his words all in one go, “i said if he scored better than me i’d let him have sex with you.”

you blink at him. once. twice. you can’t really say you don’t expect this coming from him but… still. rather than the actual bet, it dawns on you that he might talk about you more than you expect. you wonder if he talks about your sex life. you wonder if he says that he takes control in the bedroom.

“how… how did you even come up with that?”

haechan dryly laughs, “doyoung said the exact same thing. i just felt bad for him? and he kept on complaining how i wasn’t studying, but i’ve been busy!”

“and what made you think i would say yes?” you laugh at his outburst, and haechan relaxes a little at your comfort.

he continues, “i wouldn’t have made the bet if i knew i wasn’t gonna do better than him! i know i’m better, this bet is just gonna prove that.”

a small smirk appears on your face, “i like seeing you all confident like this,” you roll him onto his back, moving on top of him. his hair is splayed behind him, his glasses crooked on his face. “of course my baby is smart,” your lips are dangerously close to his, “are you gonna show me how smart you are?”

he nods, eyes losing focus at your proximity. you lean in to kiss him, his hands grabbing your ass, groping at the flesh. you can feel his dick twitch against your thigh, you can feel how fast he runs out of breath. you realize it’s been awhile since you’ve seen each other, and his desperate movements prove that.

you’re no different either, you can feel how wet your panties are as you grind against him. his hands push you against him, making you grind down onto his cock as he whines into your mouth. your hands make their way to his hair, slightly tugging at the strands as he bucks his hips into yours.

the room is filled with the sound of your lips against his, his loud whimpers, and your soft breaths. moans of your name are ushered out when he gets close, his hands touching every part of you that he can reach. “needed this so bad,” he whines, “been needing you since i’ve been at the library…”

“yeah? thinking gross thoughts in public, in front of your friend?” he frantically nods, arms wrapping around you to pull you close. he can feel the heat on his face, so sure his glasses are embarrassingly fogged up, begging you to continue.

your lips move to his neck, feeling your warm breath on his skin as you speak, “probably why you made the bet, right? you were thinking about me too much, hm?”

your words trigger his orgasm, cum spurting into his boxers as he lets out a whimper of your name. at the sight of your boyfriend falling apart under you, looking fucked out from just some humping and kisses, you cum. haechan moves your hips, helping you ride out your orgasm as he fights off getting hard again.

it’s quiet in the room again, save for the heavy breaths you both let out. haechan’s hand soothingly traces patterns on your exposed skin. your head lays on his chest, nuzzling close to him.

a few moments pass before you whisper out, “i’ll do the bet.”

he opens his eyes to look at you, “really? you don’t have to, i’ll tell doyoung that-”

“no, it’s okay, baby. i know you’ll do good. after all, you’re my little nerd, right?”

haechan doesn’t argue when you call him your nerd.

a few days pass without interruption.

doyoung doesn’t try calling haechan to study, and haechan blasts music in his ears to avoid any thoughts of you crawling into his mind (not that he would mind, but the bet is putting everything on the line). at any chance, haechan goes to see you, seeking praise for being such a good student. he blushes when you do, pulling you into a kiss.

haechan doesn’t try too hard at studying, considering that it was half of his argument saying he didn’t need to study to be good. he’s making sure it won’t backfire on him, glossing over terms and dates as he studies. he tries once more to study with you in a call and repeat way. it’s ruined when you call him a good boy, haechan not being able to stop his cock from twitching.

it’s the day before the exam, and haechan texts doyoung to see if he’d like to meet up.

doyoung: i don’t think you distracting me is going to help

haechan: why are u trying so hard to fuck my girlfriend

doyoung: ?

haechan gives up on him.

there’s no study guide for him to go over, all he can do is go over his notes once more. he considers calling you, but you're either busy, or he’ll just end up getting distracted. he doesn’t think it’s a bad thing with the amount of time he spends with you. he likes it, likes you, he’d rather you take up all his time than him being holed up in his dorm.

he spends the rest of his afternoon at the library, multiple tabs open on his laptop for different classes. he almost forgot about the other exams he has to take, too caught up in his one shared class with doyoung. this bet, he thinks, could be the best decision of his life.

haechan, fully confident that he will win, thinks about what he can do. he’s obviously going to ask if he can have sex with you, but he might have to beg to be more in control. he might send doyoung a quick picture of you under him, crying out for him to fuck you. he doesn’t want to show you off or anything, but he does want to gloat. just a little.

he’s happy that you agreed to do the bet in the first place. you’ve always indulged in his little fantasies, and this is another one added to the list. it makes haechan’s heart beat faster knowing he’s the only one that can make you feel good. it doesn’t matter if he’s not in control, doesn’t matter if he’s the one begging, you’re the one calling his name every night.

which is why he made the bet in the first place. doyoung can complain all he wants, can think about you at any time, but you’re his. haechan tries not to be too possessive of you, but it’s hard not to when he’s so obsessed with you. he was made for you, made to be your boyfriend.

his thoughts are interrupted by a text from you, asking where he is. a small smile forms on his face, fingers tapping against the screen to let you know what he’s doing.

you: if ur not busyyy, then u can come over if u want

haechie: literally just yelled yipee in the library

haechie: packing up my stuff as we speak

you: ur so silly

you: see u soon baby

haechan tries to fight the blush from forming on his face, hastily pushing up his glasses as he rushes out of the library. even if there might be a bet going on, he’d much rather be with you, keeping you close as you press kisses to his skin.

you wait for haechan to text you that he’s outside. you haven’t really done anything today, except for study and taking multiple naps. exam season has always been hard for you, taking up so much of your time when you could be spending it with your boyfriend.

you find it funny how easy it is for him. he always looked like he knew what he was doing, and it was only confirmed once you worked on a project with him. you remember him shyly saying that he’d tell you all his studying secrets, trying to ignore how your eyes focus on his fingers writing something down.

his advice did help, but you still struggle like every person. haechan is just too smart for his own good. it only makes you prouder as his girlfriend.

you get a text saying that he’s at your place, and a knock is followed soon after. you trot to the door, opening it up to see his bright smile. he whines out before he wraps his arms around you, his head falling onto your shoulder as he breathes in your scent. you laugh at him, reciprocating his hug as he buries his face into you.

“you don’t know how much i missed you, it’s been forever.”

“you always say that. come on you big baby, let’s go lay down.”

he follows you into your room, his hand intertwined with yours. he can’t stand not being able to touch you when you’re so close.

when he sees you lay down, looking so comfortable, he practically rips his outside clothes to the clothes he has with you. he quickly scrambles to your bed, joining you in the comfort of your bed. he presses you against himself, silently begging for you to spoon him. you sigh out a laugh, wrapping your arms around him.

you can feel him relax at your touch, shoulders untensing, eyes shutting in the quiet of your room. one of your hands move to his hair, messing with the overgrown strands at the nape of his neck. he shudders slightly, pressing his face in the pillow as he gets more comfortable.

“how was today, baby?”

he mumbles out, “was fine… all i did was study.”

“me too, i think my professors must hate me or something.”

he lets out an airy laugh, grabbing the hand that’s not in his hair to press a kiss onto it. you press a kiss to the top of his head in return, hearing the satisfied hum he lets out at the feeling. if you could, you would want to stay like this forever, him in your arms. you just wish you both weren’t so busy.

“what are you gonna do tomorrow?” you ask.

“i have that exam with doyoung,” he groans, “i’m not worried, but i just need to get it over with already.”

“i know you’ll do good,” you say, watching a pink blush begin to form on his cheeks, “my baby always does so good.”

“thank you…” he whispers, embarrassment in his voice.

“don’t worry about the bet. in the end, it’s up to us, hm? even if doyoung wins-”

haechan cuts you off, “hey! he won’t!”

you laugh out, “i know he won’t, but on the small chance he might, you’ll show him how good you treat me, right?”

you can feel him squirm against you, trying not to let your words get to his head, “y-yeah, he needs to know how good i make you feel.”

“exactly,” you say as you press a kiss to his neck, feeling goosebumps form from your touch, “that’s what’s gonna make you do so good tomorrow.”

he nods, turning himself over to face you. his hands grip at your hips, eyes shining in the darkness of your room. he licks his lips, pulling you close to him as he kisses you. he moans into you, trying hard not to grind into your thigh.

it’s when you can feel him press his hard cock onto you that you pull away, smiling at the desperate look on his face. you shush him before he can whine, tucking yourself under the covers as haechan tries to form a coherent sentence.

“you have an exam tomorrow, you need to sleep early, baby.”

“but i-” he interjects, his eyes looking down at his cock that presses against his shorts, “you- can’t you help me?”

“nope! my baby needs all the rest he can get,” you smile, patting the space besides you, “now come lay down with me.”

he lets out a small groan, ignoring his twitching cock as he lays next to you.

“and no getting yourself off without me,” you assert.

haechan can only let out a whine.

it’s finally exam day.

after waking up, haechan finds you wrapped around him, cuddling up at his side. he stares at you sleeping (in the most non-creepy way, he swears), a smile on his face as he watches you sleep so peacefully. he likes having quiet mornings like this with you, wishes he could stay in bed with you all day.

except, your alarm for eight am rings, immediately waking you up.

haechan watches you groggily reach for your phone, shutting off the alarm, slamming it against the sheets when you do. he laughs at you, pull you in closer, kissing the top of your head as you snuggle yourself in his chest. he’s warm, almost making you doze back to sleep.

the sound of his voice wakes you up again, “do you think i should just skip my midterm?”

his voice is soft, yet serious as he contemplates sacrificing his grade if it means to get to stay in with you. your voice comes out muffled in his chest, “hm, you know i can’t let you do that, baby…”

he lets out a chuckle, the sound soothing you. “if i don’t get up now, i don’t think i’ll be able to move from here.”

you try to untangle yourself from his hold, but he’s the one who’s keeping you in place. you let out a whine of his name while he watches you with a smile. he eventually lets you go, making himself sit up alongside you. he reaches for your hand before speaking, “i wish i didn’t have to go.”

“i know, baby, but you have to take this test. you have to show everyone how good you are.”

he tries not to smile too hard at your words, choosing to slide out of your bed to stretch. he doesn’t miss the way your eyes stare at his exposed stomach from his shirt lifting. if he had the time, he’d ask for at least a makeout session, but even that might turn into something too much. he quickly changes into whatever clothes he can find, ridding the thought from his mind.

“anyways, you have a bet to do, right?” you remind him, “you’re going to show doyoung how smart my boyfriend is, hm?”

“of course,” he hums, “gonna show him what he’s missing out on.” he finishes his sentence with a soft kiss on your lips. it’s always nice like this, having him so close, no shyness detected when loving you. he chases your lips when you pull away, his pretty eyes looking to yours as you walk him out.

your both at your door, hands intertwined when you say to him, “i know you’re going to do great. don’t worry about anything, i’m right here.”

his eyes shine at your words, a faint blush on his cheeks as he turns to walk away from you. before he can fully step out, you softly call out his name. his head snaps towards you, expectant eyes waiting for you.

“one more thing,” you step out towards him. you place a quick kiss onto his lips, his hands twitching in surprise. “just a good luck kiss. if you do good, i’ll give you even more than that.”

he nods, forcing himself to walk away from your door. his hands are in fists at his sides, nails digging into his skin.

he can’t wait to see you again.

he makes it onto campus, calming himself down on the walk to his classroom. he hasn’t seen doyoung anywhere, not that he was thinking he would. it’s quiet on campus, everyone either taking an exam or stuck at the library studying.

he takes a deep breath as he enters the building, watching as other students enter his classroom. still no sight of doyoung as haechan heads towards class. he’s quick to open the door, scanning the room for his seat. he’s happy to see that no one’s taken his usual spot near the front of the class.

he does see doyoung in his spot next to him, scrolling through his phone as he waits for the exam to start. he easily slides in next to him, startling doyoung from his scrolling. he glares at haechan, haechan ignoring him as he clears his throat, “you’re here early.”

“i’m always early though?”

“feels like you might be excited about something.”

“like finishing this exam, yes.”

“or maybe the bet?”

doyoung scoffs, and as soon as he does, his professor begins to explain the rules. haechan drone out the words, shoving his phone away and taking out a pencil. it shouldn’t be hard, it should be easy for someone like him. what’s distracting is knowing that doyoung is thinking the exact same thing, the same goal in his mind.

having sex with you.

haechan won’t let it happen, though. before the professor starts handing out the exam, haechan turns towards doyoung. haechan extends a hand out to him, doyoung hesitantly shaking it back. haechan grins, “may the best student win.”

it’s been a few days since he’s taken the exam. he remembers feeling confident during the exam, remembers walking out of the class with a proud smile on his face. he remembers texting you right after, asking if you’d like to go out and eat anywhere. he remembers telling you how good the exam went over food, a proud smile on your face as you listen to him.

he only remembers being confident that day.

he’s only talked- texted doyoung once after the exam, only after their professor said when the grades will be released. it was a quick chat of haechan gloating while doyoung glosses over it. he doesn’t need to talk to doyoung too much anyway, knowing he’s just as busy as haechan is.

today, he’s at your apartment again, lounging around as he waits for his grade. you’re seated with him on your couch, legs on top of his as you mindlessly scroll through your phone. you’re done with your exams, he’s done with his. it went as good as it could’ve gone, and he’s happy with this exam week.

the cherry on top would be winning the bet, and even after the test, he’s sure that he’s won. he can’t help how his leg shakes under you in excitement, not really reading what’s on his phone as he thinks about what he wants to do. he bites his lip, trying to drown out his thoughts.

after what feels like forever (read: 30 minutes after), he gets an email from his professor saying that grades have now been posted and uploaded. he scrambles to his feet, scaring you in the process as your legs are thrown off the couch. he quickly apologies, his fingers tapping against his screen to check his gradebook. there it is.

he got a 95 on his midterm.

he turns to look at you, immediately squealing as he throws himself onto you. you laugh as you wrap your arms around him, his face nuzzling into your chest as he lets out high-pitched noises. you shake him a little, asking what he got on his exam.

he grabs you by the shoulders, pressing you into the couch as he looks down at you, “i got a 95.”

a smile forms on your face before you pull him down to kiss you. he’s smiling against your lips, a hand on your cheek as he kisses you. you can feel how happy he is, satisfied hums as he kisses you. your hands are around his neck, keeping him close to you. one of his thigh slips between yours, a hand resting on your hip as he continues.

he can feel you grind down onto his thigh, small whimpers coming out of your mouth as you do. his cock twitches at the feeling, adrenaline rushing through his body. you eventually pull away from him, catching your breath before you speak, “i am so proud of you. you worked so hard, i’m glad it all paid off.”

his eyes flutter shut when you palm over his bulge, “don’t you think you deserve a reward?”

he quickly nods, moaning out a yes as he moves to kiss you again. you’re both desperate, hands moving all over each other, feeling needy from how long it’s been since you had sex. you can feel his cock press into you, your hips rolling to meet his. his warm hands reach under your shirt, squeezing your hip when you moan out his name.

it’s not until he feels a buzz from his phone, followed by another as his mind clears. “h-hold on,” he says between kisses, “what if it’s doyoung?”

your head falls back, your hooded eyes peering up at him, “you’re gonna check your phone now, just to see if it’s doyoung?”

“i know, sorry. just really quick, i swear.” his phone turns on, a satisfied grin on his face as he sees the texts are from doyoung. doyoung’s asking what he got on his exam, and haechan quickly texts him his answer. haechan’s about to put his phone down to get back to you, but before he can, doyoung texts him back.

doyoung: that’s funny

doyoung: i got a 96

he sends a picture as proof, and haechan falls back on his heels. you watch as he stares at his phone in shock. he doesn’t move, and you softly call his name to get his attention. “what’s wrong?” you start, “what happened? is it doyoung?”

he slowly shows you his phone, watching as you quickly read the texts on his screen. your face falls in shock. you’re both sitting there in silence, shock painted across your faces. his phone eventually falls onto the couch, trying to think of what to say.

you choose to speak first, “well, i mean… you still did well on the test.”

“but he did better! by one point!”

your hand moves to soothingly pat his head, “we’re just gonna have to see what happens. he did say yes to the bet, right?”

haechan pouts, his head nuzzles against your hand, “yeah…”

“this could be fun for both of us. i get to show off how much of a good boy you are.”

he pouts even harder, “wanted to show him that i fuck you good.”

you laugh, “well, that wouldn’t be true, would it? i’ll make sure to show him how good i can fuck you.”

a/n: I AM SO HAPPY TO BE POSTING THIS WITH WINNIE!!! finally one of our ideas coming out of the drafts... i can't wait for their part to come out... its gonna be crazy... a threesome perhaps (in a way... u will just have to wait and see...)

#nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #nct fic #haechan smut #haechan fic #haechan scenarios #haechan x reader

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reidbae · 11 months

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Ecstasy

summary: You’re always nervous around your professor, which he has taken note to, but had chosen not to speak on. It’s not until you come to his classroom late to turn in a missing assignment that he decides to ask you about it, and he’ll do anything for the answer.

warnings/mentions: dom!spencer x sub!reader, teacher x student relationship, tall x short, reader is 22+ and spencer is 32+, age gap, AFAB reader, use of Y/N in slowburn but pet names used during smut (sweetheart, baby, doll, honey, etc), degradation, praise, choking, fingering, rough sex, hair pulling, vaginal sex, office sex technically lol, literally just filth dude

wc: 4.4k

a/n: hey, i’m kit! i write a lot in my free time and i think it’s high time i made a tumblr. this is my first post and the first smut i’ve written in a while. this is partially slowburn but it’s MOSTLY smut. anyway, hope you enjoy and also know that i take requests!

You knocked on the classroom door before entering it, shutting it quietly behind you. “Professor Reid?” you called out, unsure if the intelligent doctor was even here so late.

He looked up from his desk, his nose previously buried in paperwork. He was no doubt grading assignments, and you felt a twinge of guilt for interrupting him.

You nervously cleared your throat, beginning to approach his desk. “I’m sorry for interrupting you. I- I know it’s late. I just have that missing essay you wanted me to make up?” you explained, holding out the essay that you had finished shortly before you got here.

You noticed Spencer’s eyes darting to your clothing, lingering there for a few moments as he seemed to be taking in the view of you. You’d pulled on the first thing you’d found in your closet, a skimpy red dress that was tugging forcefully against your body. Ultimately, however, Spencer didn’t say anything and cleared his throat, then accepted your paper from you.

He looked it over for a second, then spoke up. “This is a lot of work, Y/N. It only needed to be two pages,” he pointed out to you.

You began to sweat at that comment, gazing at him with an apprehensive expression. “I- I know, sir. I just wanted to make up for the fact that I’m turning it in late. I hope you won’t take points off,” you explained. He may have made your palms sweat, but you did still care heavily about your grades.

“I’m not going to,” he said with a soft smile, placing your essay down on his desk. “Your essay seems to be well written, as usual, from what I’ve read so far.”

You could feel your face heat up at his praise and you gently nodded. “Thank you. And thank you again for giving me an extension.”

He nodded, too. “You’re welcome. But I hope you’re aware that I won’t always be so understanding, Y/N. I was glad to give you an extension this time, but I won’t shy away from taking points off if this happens again. I want you to learn to be more punctual,” he sternly continued.

It was conversations like these that made you heavily aware that no matter what you felt, Spencer was still your professor, and he wasn’t afraid to remind you of that. Shyly, you nodded your head, becoming more nervous as the seconds went on. “I- I understand, Professor Reid. I promise that it won’t happen again,” you could barely stammer out, coherent sentences beginning to fail you.

He smiled up at you and gave you another respectful nod. “Good. Make sure you live up to that,” he said firmly.

Did he have to be so overly stern? “I will,” you simply returned. You weren’t really sure what to say at this point now that the reason you’d come here had been addressed. You took a shaky breath, then nodded in finality. “Well, um, I guess I’d better get going now. Again, sorry to disturb you so late, Professor. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you timidly told Spencer, turning on your feet and starting to walk towards the door.

Spencer’s husky voice stopped you dead in your tracks. “Can I ask you something, Y/N?” he asked you. Nervously, you turned back around, looking at him.

“What is it, sir?” you politely responded, giving him your best innocent smile.

“Why are you always so nervous around me?”

Your eyes widened as your cheeks flushed red, caught off guard by his sudden question. You knew that, at some point, he would confront you about your continued nervousness around him that had started the second he became your professor three months ago. You were awful at hiding it: You blush and sweat, you stutter and stammer, and you toy with your hands and hair when he talks to you. You couldn’t be blamed for your attractiveness to the handsome doctor, but, really, you wish you were better at burying it.

“N- nervous?” you responded, in a feeble attempt to sound clueless. “I- I’m not- What makes you say that, Professor?” you asked, knowing exactly why he was asking.

“You seem much more nervous and tense when you talk to me as opposed to when you talk to others. It’s something I’ve noticed since the beginning of the semester,” he explained to you, folding his hands atop his desk.

“Uh, well, you know,” you nervously laughed, avoiding eye contact with him at all costs. “I’m just shy.” Yeah, right.

“You’re loud and exuberant around your other professors, along with your classmates. I’ve heard you laugh and joke with quite a few people. It seems like this nervous demeanor is only saved for me,” he pointed out, sounding completely convinced that he was correct in his observations. He paused for a brief moment before continuing on. “Did I do something to make you uncomfortable?”

Your expression turned shocked at the fact that he could possibly think that anything he did would make anyone uncomfortable. “No, no, I swear, it’s not like that,” you mumbled shyly, shaking your head.

“Forgive me for thinking so, Y/N, but my words do hold some truth to them. You are aware of this behavior that you’ve constantly displayed towards me over the last few months, though, correct?” he asked. His words came out so fluently, as though he had been meaning to come to you about this for longer than you’d anticipated. In regards to how you were speaking at the moment, you wish you could say the same.

“S- Somewhat,” you admitted.

He looked more intrigued now that you had confirmed the fact that you were nervous around him. He leaned back in his chair now, hands in his lap as he stared up at you. “Then, tell me what it is that’s making you nervous. I’d like to clear up whatever it is.”

You immediately shook your head, eyes still averted from the brunette professor. “I- It’s nothing.”

“It’s not ‘nothing’ if you’re constantly stuttering when you talk to me, or fidgeting with your hands when I walk by your desk,” he said, his stern tone growing increasingly prominent with each word he said. “I want to know what’s going on, Y/N.”

“Nothing’s going on,” you instantly defended. You were not in the mood to blow your cover about this. Not today, and maybe not ever.

“Oh, really?” he asked you in return, cocking an eyebrow. “You just told me you know that your behavior has been odd over the last few months,” he sighed. He grabbed a pen on his desk, clicking it a few times before continuing. “You and I both know there’s something wrong. This issue will never be resolved if you don’t discuss it with me. I promise that it will be to your benefit.”

You couldn’t help but remain silent. If you spoke, you’d stutter, only further proving Spencer’s point. You didn’t shake your head or give any sign at all that you’d heard him.

At this, he sighed again, shaking his head from what you could see out of the corner of your eye. “Am I going to have to figure it out for myself?” he asked you in a genuine tone. His voice, you noticed, was notably lower than it was before.

You only rolled your eyes in response to that. The fact that he had asked why you were nervous was one thing, but the idea of him attempting to figure it out was much more daunting, and you weren’t looking forward to it.

“Don’t give me that, Y/N,” he demanded when you rolled your eyes, tone fierce. “If you can’t verbally tell me what’s going on, your body language will.“

“My body language has nothing to tell,” you tried to correct him, trembling hands finding your hair and messing with it anxiously, eyes still torn from Spencer’s.

“You seriously believe that?” he almost scoffed, shaking his head. “I teach you how to read this stuff. Your body language has nothing to tell? You mean your shaky hands, stuttering, and red face have nothing to tell? Or, what about the fact that your hands are tangled in your hair? Or, that you can’t even look at me?” he went on, and he didn’t stop there.

“Do you want me to list every possibility I can think of until you tell me why you’re so nervous?” he asked. There was no tone of joke in his words: You knew that he would do it, and he’d do it with pride, at that.

“No,” you told him, the first word you’d said since the beginning of his ramble.

“Are you sure? Maybe that’s what you need.” Maybe it was the hour or the context of the situation, but you could swear for a second that this sentence had some air of teasing to it.

“I- I don’t, Professor Reid,” you stammered out.

“Tell me something, Y/N. Why are you the only student I have who still calls me ‘Professor Reid?’” he questioned.

“It’s respectful,” you tried, but it sounded like bullshit even as the words left your tongue. Spencer wasn’t that far off your age. Every one of your classmates called him by his first name, as he had said he was comfortable with several times. But you knew that calling him by his first name would put him on the same level as you, and if you didn’t see him as your professor, you weren’t sure you’d be able to control yourself.

“I’ve said several times that it’s okay to call me Spencer. All of my students do, and some even call me ‘Reid,’ they’re that comfortable. Yet, you only use ‘Professor,’ ‘Professor Reid,’ and ‘sir’ to address me,” he went on. You slowly started to realize that he was profiling you, and you felt your face grow redder, already knowing the outcome: He would figure you out.

In hopes of making yourself seem clueless, you shrugged. He wasn’t buying it, and asked, “Does this have anything to do with your continued nervousness around me?”

“I- I’m not nervous,” you could barely manage to get out, let alone lie properly. Deflection was your last hope of getting Spencer to drop this topic, a hope that you were almost positive would not be worth hoping for.

“Look at me, then, Y/N.”

No. Immediately, no.

“If you’re so ‘not nervous’ around me like you say, then look at me. If you’re not anxious, or shy, you should have no problem doing so,” Spencer said in a confident tone.

“I- I can’t look at you,” you immediately returned. You wanted to, but given the context of this situation, you knew he’d easily get you to talk if you did.

“Why?” he asked, his tone one of pure and utter confusion. Because I’m afraid of what I’ll say if I do.

“I just can’t,” you repeated, rubbing your eyes.

He sighed again, sounding genuinely exasperated. “Do you need me to profile it out of you, Y/N? Because I have no trouble doing that,” he said sternly. “I want you to feel comfortable around me. But I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s going on with you.”

When you didn’t respond, he took a deep breath, tapping his fingers on his desk before standing up and continuing. You were really looking away now. The fact that he was at least five inches taller than you was not helping.

“You show common signs of tenseness when I’m around you, like a stiff jaw, sweating, shaking, and, above all, avoiding eye contact,” he started, and you scoffed. Fucking profilers.

“Your body language offers common tells of your continued nervousness around me, like touching your face, constantly fidgeting with your hands and hair, and turning red when I say your name.”

“Stop,” you managed to say, your face growing darker at his words. But he continued.

“You’re talkative and open with others, but closed off and shy with me. You talk with your hands during class but they find their way into your hair the second I’m in your presence,” he went on.

“Stop,” you tried again, your voice growing quieter and your singular word coming out in a low whisper.

“You’re my only student who seems to refuse to call me by my first name. You can present in my class without flash cards but are unable to form clear, coherent sentences around me-“

“For fuck’s sake, Spencer, I’m attracted to you!” you finally blurted, unable to take any more of this.

He stopped talking, looking at you as if he was physically unable to process what you had just said. “What?”

“I’m attracted to you,” you repeated again, finally looking up at him and now realizing how hard it would be. Your cheeks were clearly flushed red, and your body was trembling.

He chuckled for a second, then immediately stopped. “That’s what this is?” he asked you in disbelief, his tone evidently amused, as if this was something he heard on the daily basis. “Attraction?”

“Yes,” you returned.

“And it makes you this nervous to talk to me?” he asked you genuinely, but his voice still showed underlying tones of amusement.

“Yes.”

He thought for a moment, truly taking in your words. Then, a faint smirk danced across his face as he walked around his desk with his hands in his pockets, stopping a few feet away from you.

You refused to give him whatever satisfaction he seemed to be gaining by teasing you and looked away as he looked at you. He chuckled, stepping closer. “You’re nervous because of a little crush? Come on, Y/N. How old are you?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes again and remained silent.

“Look at me,” he said sternly, taking another step closer. There was now minimal distance between the two of you. It would be easy to lean and kiss him. What the hell is he doing to you?

All you did was shake your head. Absolutely not.

He reached out to cup your cheek, caressing his thumb over it as he looked down at you with a smirk, from what you could see out of the corner of your eye.

“You’re always so good in class. Be a good girl for me now, won’t you, Y/N?” he cooed, continuing to smooth his thumb over your face. You felt yourself growing redder by the second.

You shook your head, not at him, but at yourself for what you were about to do. You were too easy. You made eye contact with him, gazing lewdly up into his auburn eyes.

“That’s it,” he murmured. You were correct: He was smirking at you. He spoke up again. “Three months is a long time, sweetheart. How many fantasies have you had about me in that time?”

You blushed harder at that, stuttering out, “A lot.”

“Voice one to me,” Spencer continued in a raspy tone. His voice was riling you up, and you were almost unsure of how to answer. “What’s on your mind?”

“I- I’ve thought about-,” you tried, but you stopped, unsure if you should even speak the explicit fantasy that came to your mind first into the universe.

Noticing your hesitation, Spencer said, “You can say it, sweetheart. What have you thought about?” he demanded, although his words were almost sweet.

You took a breath of courage before replying, “A- About you, bending me over your desk,” you barely managed to stutter out.

He chuckled even further at your shy admission. “Doing what to you?” he asked in his teasing tone.

You let out a small frustrated groan. Isn’t it obvious?

“Fucking me.”

He gave you a flirty smile at your words. “What do you want, sweetheart?” he now asked you in a raspy tone, the distance between you becoming too hard to resist closing.

“To take you across this desk,” you openly admitted, finding it difficult to stare at his eyes when his lips were so close.

“Then do it.”

His words mixed with his proximity gave you the confidence to finally pull him in, wrapping your arms around his neck and fervently kissing him. To your surprise, he reciprocated instantly, roughly grabbing your waist and backing you into his desk.

He lifted you up with ease and sat you on the only part of it that wasn’t filled with papers, his lips never leaving yours as his tongue explored your mouth. After a few minutes, there was nowhere his hands hadn’t roamed, as he shamelessly grabbed your neck, cupped your tits, and squeezed your ass.

His fingers found their way under your dress, his cold hands meeting your warm skin. You shuddered at the contact, moaning surprisedly into your kiss. You could feel him tugging at the hem of your panties as he pulled back from you, breathing heavily.

“Professor,” you breathed out, calling him ‘Professor’ out of habit. He shook his head at you in response to it.

“Say my name,” he demanded of you, continuing his movements with his hand as he looked down at you.

“Sp- Spencer,” you stammered out, breath quickening at his dominant tone.

“Attagirl,” Spencer praised, hands dipping suddenly into your panties. You gasped, looking up at him with a sultry stare. His fingers slid in between your soaked folds and you involuntarily let out a whorish moan.

“Fuck, doll, you’re already this wet?” he asked you in a tone that was a mixture of both surprise and excitement as his fingers felt all of your built up arousal. “Is this all for me?”

You didn’t know what to say, in pure and utter shock that this was even happening.

He gave you a look that screamed both pleading and demanding at the same time. “Talk to me, sweetheart,” he cooed, moving his fingers in no particular direction, which made you moan softly anyway.

“I- It’s all for you, Spencer,” you stammered.

“There you go. I like hearing that pretty voice of yours,” Spencer cooed. He buried a finger into your cunt, and you groaned at the sudden intrusion. He started slow, making sure you were comfortable with this sensation, then stuck another in, quickening his pace.

You arched your back as he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting a spot that you had never been able to reach when you were touching yourself alone. He knew exactly what he was doing, using another finger to rub slow circles around your clit. He pumped his fingers in and out fast, eliciting several moans of pleasure from you.

You leaned in to fiercely kiss him as he continued to finger you, sliding your tongue into his mouth. He accepted it gladly, gently choking you with his other hand as the two of you kissed. You groaned into it, his use of force getting you closer and closer to your high.

He pulled away, then started on your neck, kissing and sucking harshly as he continued to finger you below. His pace was getting faster, pushing his fingers deeper with every second that went by. When he curved them further than he had before, he found exactly where your pleasure point was: Your G-Spot.

“Fuck, Spencer,” you groaned out, your climax directly around the corner as he left kisses and no doubt hickies all over your neck.

He payed close attention to your reaction, making sure to continue to finger you directly where you needed him and continuing to rub your clit in quick motions. You were nearly there, and he surely knew that. However, suddenly, all movements ceased, and he pulled away from your neck to lustfully look down on you, retracting his fingers from your wetness.

You looked up at him with a mirroring lustful expression, but only because you were so close to releasing, and he had just taken that away from you.

“Sp- Spencer? Why’d you stop?” you stuttered out a little frustratedly.

“Because that’s not where I want you to finish,” he said, like it was the most simple thing to humanly comprehend. He backed up a step, then lifted you from his desk, spinning you round and bending you over it in one swift movement. You gasped as his hand found your lower back, his crotch pressed up on you and his bulge pressing into your ass.

“Spencer-“

“You said you saw me bending you over across my own desk, right?” Spencer reminded you in a low voice.

“Y- yeah,” you returned in a needy voice.

“Thought so.”

You could hear him unbuckling his belt from behind, working quickly to undo it with his only free hand. The sound was followed by that of his zipper, and then of him shrugging his pants partially down. He then turned his attention to you, pulling your dress up and revealing your red panties that matched the color of your dress. He chuckled, no doubt at that fact, then pulled them down.

He took his cock out of his boxers and pumped it up and down a few times. You tried to turn your head back to look, but he used his free hand to turn your head back around. You were about to say something about it, until he suddenly thrusted deep into your cunt, and you let out a whorish moan.

“F- Fuck, you’re so big, Spencer,” you couldn’t help but moan out. He was far inside of you, and his throbbing cock was no doubt seven inches minimum.

“You can take it,” he groaned back, placing his hand on the back of your head as he moved slowly but deeply into you. His hands roamed your body again, settling on your tits. He used a hand to grab one, eliciting a mewl from you. He fondled it with force, running his thumb in forceful circles around your tit as he pounded into you relentlessly.

“You like being fucked like this, sweetheart?” he cooed in your ear, voice audibly raspy as his movements didn’t cease.

“Yes, sir,” you responded in a slutty voice, calling him ‘sir’ for the first time in what felt like years.

“Such a, fuck- Slut for me,” he said in between thrusts. His pace was getting faster now as he rammed into you from behind, going at a speed you were finding difficult to not readily climax from. His words only enhanced this feeling.

He grabbed the back of your head by your hair, turning you to face a part of the classroom to your left.

“That’s where you sit in my class. Perfect view of my desk. Do you fantasize about this when you look at it?” he asked. His words came out in groans as he tried to both talk and maintain his quick pace.

“Maybe,” you breathed as you looked at your own desk where you had been sitting mere hours beforehand, never in a million years anticipating this.

“That’s not an answer,” he forcefully said, ceasing his movements and beginning to pull his cock from your cunt.

“Wait- Fuck,” you sighed, whimpering when you no longer felt him inside of you. “Yes, I do,” you admitted, telling him exactly what he wanted to hear.

He chuckled at your needy attempt to feel him inside of you again, teasing your wet entrance with the tip of his cock. “That desperate, huh?”

“Y- Yes, sir,” you said softly, finding it hard to get any words out as you took note of his teasing. He thrusted back into you, pushing hard and fast.

“Slut,” Spencer grunted. He pulled your head back by your hair, managing to grip it gently despite his rough pace. “My fucking slut.”

You moaned at his use of degradation, feeling your climax beginning to bubble up inside of you again, but you held it back, wanting to prolong the pleasurable feeling that you were receiving.

“Such a, fuck- Slutty dress,” he suddenly commented, toying with the hem on your dress. “Always wearin’ skirts hiked all the way up to your ass. Hoping I’d notice that, sweetheart?” he asked, the hand that was pulling your hair roaming over to your neck and choking you.

All you could do was nod as your words failed you, coherent sentences vacant in your head and absent from your mouth, as they usually were regardless.

“Use your words, baby,” he demanded of you, squeezing down harder on your neck.

You groaned out, complying and stammering, “Y- Yes,” in response to his question.

“That’s a good girl. Doin’ so fucking good for me,” Spencer praised you.

You were moaning loudly now, the sound of both of your grunts filling the air as Spencer continued at his quick speed. You could feel your eyes watering at the pressure and size of his cock that was deep into your cunt, and your climax was approaching as fast as his pace was going.

“Spencer,” you whispered, cheeks hot and absolutely flushed.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Spencer groaned back.

“I’m close,” you breathed, words breaking.

He let out a soft moan at your words, then moved his hand away from your neck and down to your clit. He rubbed it in quick circles as he had done before, gladly helping you to reach your high. You bit your lip, loud moans and whines falling from your mouth.

“That’s it, doll. I want to hear you,” he demanded of you in response to your moans, his long fingers moving on your throbbing clit as fast as his cock was pounding into your cunt.

You happily complied, continuing to moan out as broken murmurs of his name fell from your lips. He let out his own moans as he chased his high, too. He used his free hand to grip your ass, holding you roughly as he groaned behind you.

“Come for me, sweetheart. Let it out,” he groaned.

His words pushed you over the threshold, being all you needed to finally moan out his name loud as waves of pleasure crashed through you. Spencer groaned out your name, too, as he finished inside of you, gripping your ass as roughly as he possibly could.

When you were both done, he pulled out, breathing heavily as he returned his cock to his boxers. You pulled your panties up and your dress back down, breathing heavily too as you looked back at Spencer with tousled hair.

Spencer stuck the two fingers he’d used to finger you into his mouth, sucking away whatever elements of your release he had managed to get on his hand. You let out a soft moan at the view as Spencer looked down on you. He moved his other hand on your waist.

“You taste sweet,” he whispered to you, caressing his thumb over your hip. Your legs were shaking, and, taking note of this, he picked you up and sat you on his desk. You smiled tiredly up at him as he did.

“I take it this means I’ll get a good grade on my essay?” you joked, giggling.

He smiled down at you, planting a sweet kiss onto your forehead. “A+, baby. A+.”

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pinguwrites · 5 months

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Sub!Robert Fischer where he's tied up and being overstimmed repeatedly. He's crying his eyes out while reader degrades him for being spoiled and rich (I've been reading ur work for some time, but requesting for the first time!)

I’m glad you like my work and I’m glad you requested as well!

Drabble: you degrade and overstimulate Rob

pairing | sub!robert fischer x girlfriend!reader

Warning: overstimulation, degradation/ a little bit of praise, loads of crying from rob, impact play, dom/mean!reader, sub!robert, daddy issues, p in v sex, mention of teasing/edging, robert's a masochist at this point, they have a safeword, ma'am kink

Disclaimer: Inception characters, plots, quotes, etc. do not belong to me and belong to the rightful owner(s). This is only fanfiction and this is just for fun.

A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I wrote like 7k for one fic, and 6k for another, and I progressively got slower the closer I got to finishing, it's like a fucking exponential graph. That's why I haven't been writing smaller things, but you know what? Fuck that. I told myself I was going to stay dedicated but now I'mma just do what I want.

Robert gazed up at you as you crawled on top of him, his lower lip wobbling, tears dripping down his cheek like rain. He savored the brief touch of your hands on his chest, and whined when you moved away, but he made sure not to be too loud, lest he get some punishment.

"Ma'am?" Robert asked tentatively, not sure wether he was alowed to speak or not.

"Yes, Rob?" you hummed, focusing on tightening his restraints. Just a few minutes before Robert had been squirming and squealing, tugging on his ropes, and now that you were done with that particular bit of torture, you had to make sure they were secure again.

“Can you ride me?” he asked. “Please?”

"Dunno."

Robert shifted his legs. Gosh, you loved his legs. His thighs were so soft and lightly haired, you loved running your hands across them, no matter how many times he complained your touch was cold.

"Do you think you deserve it?" you added.

"You've been edging me for so long," he pathetically whimpered. "I need — "

" — Of course you do," you cut him off. "What am I even saying? You rich fuckers are all the same — spoiled, bratty. Just a need a strong woman to put them in their place, huh?”

Robert's eyes glistened. He was about to sob again. Good thing you brought tissues.

"It's not like that. Please, just . . ."

"Then what's it like?"

Robert stayed silent, clearly afraid of saying the wrong thing. You already knew the answer. It was his fetish, his kink, but he also liked being cared for and nurtured and guided. You just wanted to hear him say it, but judging at way he was behaving, you weren't sure if you could get a coherent response out of him that wasn't a beg to be fucked.

You slapped him across the face, savoring the little noise he made.

"Should've known your mouth was no good for anything. Stupid puppy."

"Yeah," he nodded eagerly, his cock twitching. "M'just a stupid puppy for you. Please, please, fuck me."

"Won't even offer to eat me out? You haven't made me come a single time today."

Robert looked down, embarrassed.

"Fine."

Without a warning you sunk down onto his cock, drenching him with your wet juices, your tits bouncing in the air. He let out a moan, his head hitting the pillow, eyes closing, relaxing as he finally, finally got the release he wanted.

But when he came, you didn't stop. You still hadn't come, and you weren't stopping until you did.

"Pretty boy," you said, then looked down with a fake pout. "Aww? Is this too much for you?"

"Y-yes," he choked out.

"Well, you're gonna have to fucking deal with it."

He shook his head adamantly.

"Isn't this what you asked for?" His eyes rolled. You pat his cheeks, getting him to focus on you. "Color?" you asked.

". . . Ah, greeeen!"

"There ya go," you cooed, moving your hips up and down. "I wouldn't be doing this if I knew you couldn't handle it. Now, tell me — tell me you're my bitch."

"I'm your bitch!" Robert sobbed, his body shaking. "I just need you so bad all the time, ma'am, I can't help myself."

"I know," you soothed, wiping his tears. "I know. You're doing so well."

That seemed to calm him down a little. Praise always did.

"I just wanna be good for you, ma'am." You could tell he was getting ready to come again.

"You are — you're a good boy," you reassured. "Now stop squiggling, okay? Or I'm going to have to punish you again."

Robert nodded, feeling like his brain was melting. At this point, you could do anything to him and he would be on his knees, thanking you.

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#robert fischer #robert fischer x you #robert fischer x reader #robert fischer x y/n #cillian murphy #fanfiction #pinguwrites #inception

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finalgilmoregirl · 6 months

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thanks for all the love on my last two posts, here’s an idea i thought of the other day that i actually was able to fully flesh out

☆ a growing relationship between fnaf movie!mike x fem!mall worker!reader would include :

- pre fnaf movie events

a/n : i made this in head cannon form to save time but i might make a blurb series. ALSO IMPORTANT : i try to make the reader in my fics as physically non descriptive as possible which means i try to stay away from words like “tall, short, pale, thin” etc… if there is ever an explicit description, it’ll be in the title (like how i put “fem!” or “latina”) okay that being said, enjoy!

- movie takes place in 2000s so naturally reader would work in retail whilst in college (movie!mike is thought to be in his mid-20s so i’m also making reader around that age)

- i think the first interaction between the two would be at her place of work, on a particular slow morning

- he’s only had his security job at the mall for about a week, and his employers had him bouncing around different stores, trying to find his place in the building

- which is how he ended up standing at the front your store at 10am

- he’d spoken to the assistant manager for a moment right before opening but it wasn’t until almost an hour into his shift that he’d noticed you

- he’d just failed to stifle his tenth yawn in the last few minutes when he heard your voice, snapping his brain into high alert

- “excuse me?”

- he turned his head in your direction and widened his eyes a bit before trying to relax

- you were talking to him, and you were beautiful

- “uhm, yeah?” he replied, instantly cursing himself in his mind for not replying more politely

- you obviously didn’t mind his response as you smiled sweetly, reaching an arm out, which is what made mike take notice of the to-go cup in your hand

- “sorry, i just thought you could use this.”

- oh! this surprised the man, and you took notice of the look on his face.

- to be fair this was weird, at least a little bit. you’d never given the other security guards coffee. you were always polite to them of course, but you never went out of your way to try to make an impression ike this.

- but then again, none of the other security guards were this cute

- and you thought mike was very cute

- “i know, it’s a bit weird but i was over there stacking clothes and couldn’t help but notice how tired you seemed.” you pointed to where you were just a moment ago, before you’d gone to the back room to get mike his drink

- mike looked to the area you pointed out, taking notice of the pile of clothes you’d seemed to be in the process of organizing

- mike wanted to hit himself. he was so caught up in his own head and trying to force himself awake that he didn’t even notice that you had been a mere ten feet away this entire time.

- he then looked back at you and realized he hadn’t make a single coherent reply to anything you’d said so far

- he shook his head out of his thoughts and gave you a small smile

- “no no that’s not weird” he said, taking the coffee out of your hands and trying to ignore how soft they felt as his fingertips brushed against them, “that’s really nice of you, thank you.”

- you shrugged, playing with your now free hands while trying to ignore how your heartbeat had started to quicken

- “it’s no big deal, i just thought it’d be best if you were awake in case anyone tried to rob us” you joked, earning a chuckle from mike.

- “i’m y/n by the way” you held out your hand to him

- “i’m mike” he said as he took it, giving it a light shake and reluctantly letting go

- you looked into each others eyes for a moment, and warmth started to circulate your bodies

- unfortunately, the moment was gone too fast as one of your coworkers called you over, asking for your help in taking down some boxes

- you looked back at mike, who still held the smallest smile

- “i guess i’ll see you around.” you shrugged, walking away

- as the day went by and the store got increasingly busier, you and mike failed to have anymore interactions and soon, he had to leave, saddened by the fact that he couldn’t say goodbye but also hopeful at the thought that he might see you again

- it wasn’t until a week later that he did

- he unfortunately got stationed at a kiosk near the entrance of the mall, however that didn’t stop him from walking by your store on his breaks in hopes to catch another glimpse of you

- he did this for three days until this routine paid off.

- you were working the cash register, conversing with a young girl and her mother as you bagged their clothing

- “have a good one!” you smiled brightly at the pair as they walked out of store, which is when you saw mike approach the entrance

- he walked in shyly, hands in his pockets

- he’s wanted to see you… but what did he even plan to say?

- “hey mike!” you called out to the brunette as he walked in

- he responded with his own “hi” as he walked up to the counter

- “what are you doing here?”

- “you know, just…taking a walk”

- he looked down for a moment, nerves creeping up on him. well, he thought. i might as well take advantage of this moment. i mean, you’re right there.

- with a sudden surge of confidence (and despite the sweat now pooling down the back of his neck) he looked back up and said : “i actually just realized.”

- you looked back at him expectedly

- “i never got to repay you for that coffee.”

- when asked if you’d like to cash in that debt you replied a bit faster than you would like to admit, and a date was set for the same day

- where mike had four more hours to go after his break, you had three. which you thought was more than fine, just more time to prepare for this date

- you would meet at the coffee place across from the food court after both of your shifts

- and when you did, it was like something out of a movie

- mike of course, as guarded as he his, tried his best from dumping any trauma on you and steered clear from anything he thought was too personal in fear of scaring you away. however after picking up bits and piece from your life, he had a feeling you wouldn’t judge him

- despite you basically being a stranger, he felt more relaxed than he had in years, him learning about you was enough to distract him from whatever nightmares plagued him at all hours of the day, just for a little while

- as time went on and you both kept in touch after your first date, mike began to open up a bit more

- after the first few weeks he told you about abby, more so about their situation

- you sympathized with him a bit, offering advice if he needed it and a helping hand if any issues with their current babysitter came up

- your selflessness solidified his thought that this could be something good, which led to your first kiss after your fourth date

- you figured it would take a while, you sensed from the first date that he would be a tough book to crack open, but you really liked him and were more than happy to be patient.

- back to abby :

- as much as he was okay with talking to you about abby, he hadn’t planned to tell abby about you. not knowing how she would react to adding a random woman to possibly be a part of her life after their mother

- this of course became a small issue when she began to notice how much more time he spent on the phone

- phone bill be damned, he would still lean against the kitchen wall, twirling the phone cord around his finger for at least half an hour while he talked to you

- “who is it?” abby asked one late afternoon.

- where she was supposed to be in bed already, she came out to get a glass of water, catching her brother talking in a hushed voice.

- “don’t worry about it” mike would tell her.

- “what are they saying?”

- “abby can you please just go to your room”

- she would very soon find out about your existence when one evening mike put the phone down for a second to go look for a book he wanted to tell you about

- as soon as he walked out of the room, abby jumped from her place on the couch and snuck to the phone

- “hello?” she whispered, cupping her hand over the transmitter

- “hi” you smiled, picturing the young girl that mike had described to you before

- “who is this?” abby asked, almost aggressively, confused as to why her brother has been talking to a woman

- “i’m y/n” you told her, trying to suppress a laugh

- something clicked in the child then

- gasp “are you mikes girlfriend??”

- it was just then that mike had returned, and with a face of anger and horror her snatched the device from abby’s grasp and lightly shoved her away with a light scolding “abby what the hell did i say?”

- you laughed harder at his tone

- “i am so sorry about that. what did she say to you?”

- “oh nothing” you sighed, “she just asked me if i was your girlfriend.”

- he mouthed a god dammit as he looked to the ceiling

- he wasn’t embarrassed that abby had asked, he was embarrassed that he hadn’t asked you yet

- there’s no protocol to dating as an adult. “will you be my girlfriend?” sounds too childish and when that’s out of the question, where do you go from there?

- “well…” mike shut his eyes tightly as he asked, “what did you say?”

- “i didn’t get to answer. what do you think i should have said?” you said, lighthearted but pointedly.

- swallowing the bile he felt creeping up his throat at the nerves he rubbed his hand to his sweater clad chest

- “i mean…” you continued. “do you want me to be?”

- my god yes he desperately thought but tried his best to sound casual “yeah, i’d like that”

- “well then, i suppose i am your girlfriend. maybe i can actually tell her next time”

- he sensed the teasing in your voice and gave a mixed of a chuckle and a sigh at your answer, the weight the nerves left on his chest lifted.

- “next time” he said softly, “sounds good”

☆ might start planning a part two

#kelly : mike thoughts 💭#mike schmidt x reader #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson

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kaeddehara · 9 months

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TAKING A BREAK — NSFW DRABBLE

gepard x fem!reader

NOTES - sorry for my posting absence i promise you all i’ve been busy with school and work as well as taking care of my cats :(( i’ll be posting more frequently so if you have any specific requests please send them in im open and working on a few right now <33 thank youuu <3

“i appreciate this dear b-but—“

his voice trembled just at the feeling of you completely sat atop his lap. you leaned him and hummed at his unfinished sentence, urging him to finish.

“couldn’t we have found a more appropriate place to do this?”

“what? no one will find us—or come look for us at that. you’re on a break right?”

he nervously looked behind you and your surroundings, hands still carefully placed on your hips.

“yes but i’m just worried that—“

you quickly leaned in to place a gentle yet deep kiss onto his soft, pink lips before he even dare finish his sentence. after releasing yourself from his lips, you looked into those pretty blue eyes of his and felt nothing by admiration for gepard. his hands now shifting slightly up and down to ease you more into his lap. for someone who gets so flustered during a simple kiss, gepard can hold his nervousness even in a situation such as this one. such a predicament he found himself in constantly with you—always finding ways to tease him while he was at work.

you promptly stopped teasing his lips, just for a moment of course, while adjusting his belt to loosen up. doing it one handed was a bit of a challenge but you managed while still doing your best to be as silent as possible. gepard on the other hand was having trouble just keeping his breathing in check. his pretty flushed cheeks and fluffed up hair would give everything away if anyone were to look at him in his current state. lucky for you, that view was all for you to admire <3. finally unzipping his somewhat loose pants, you felt up his already hard cock which was just begging for any attention other than your constant grinding and teasing. reaching under his final layer, you wrapped your fingers gently around the sensitive tip heading gepard let out a rather breathy sigh of relief.

“you’ve been waiting for this haven’t you general?”

he turned he face to the side before responding as you continued to tease your fingertips over the sensitive glands.

“i don’t have much time you know, my men could be here any second”

you sat back fully on his thighs, frowning at his worried words while still maintaining a steady pace with your hand.

“so what? they get to see their superior and his pretty wife taking a break together—that simple.”

he wanted to roll his eyes at you ignoring the obvious issue with the current situation but with your hand picking up pace, it was quite hard to focus on forming any coherent sentences. taking your hips in his hands yet again, he pulled you in close, making your practically fall onto his hard, armored chest.

“at least you got the pretty wife part right now let’s make this quick.”

#kaeddehara #gepard smut #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #gepard x reader #gepard thirst #gepard honkai star rail #hsr gepard #gepard stays 🔛🔝(of me)#gepard landau #hsr x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail #rumi writing ^•ﻌ•^ฅ #🗡️

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dangerkittenclaws · 4 months

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plight of pandora

johnny x simon x reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: violence, body trauma/blood, seizure, brain injury, memory loss, eventual poly smut - MDNI +18, swearing

a/n: planning to make this multiple parts! this is my first real fanfic so please be nice but constructive! if i forgot a warning or you have a correction, let a hoe know! ok enjoy, i am screaming, going to hit post now!

“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Gaz was running from around the corner of the hallway to your seemingly lifeless body on the cement floor. He’s on his knees, quickly checking your neck for a pulse. Thank god.

“Gaz, how copy?” Price’s voice buzzed through the com in your ear, unlistening.

“‘M fine. She’s down but breathing. I’m bringing her back. All clear.” Gaz’ voice trembles a little, pushing through.

He looks down to you, his best friend, a bullet hole through your gear, torn through your abdomen, blood soaking around you. Your arm is bleeding. Your shirt, skin and the muscle of your bicep were sliced into by the knife an enemy had tried to kill you with before you shot him. He lies dead a few feet away. Your face is turned to the side, eyes closed, sweaty remnants on your temples from the intense fight.

Gaz doesn’t hear Price’s response, too focused on taking the status of you in.

“Lovey, I’m gonna pick you up, okay? You’re gonna be alright,” he hopes aloud.

He slides his arms under your knees and around your shoulders and lifts. He makes sure the wound is nearest his body, the more pressure on it, the better. He’s done this before. You’re not the tiniest thing, nearly pure muscle for your body type, but no issue for him. He’s been running on adrenaline since he saw you go down in front of him before he got blindsided with his own round of enemies.

He makes his way back out of the building, tracking back to the safe house where he knew your two lovers were going insane with worry about you. Would they trust him with you again? He needed to keep you safe and he failed. What would Price say? What verbal whipping would Johnny give him? God, what would Simon do? He didn't want to think about it. He keeps trekking through the streets until he sees a porch light on.

You come to sometime in the midst, you’re not really sure when. Gaz is carrying you, you think? Your midsection is white hot with pain, regretting any tensing muscle. You can barely make a coherent thought, much less any word come out of your mouth. You end up letting out a loud gasp followed by a tearless sob instead.

This is your first time getting injured out in the field. You had gone through 7 years of training and service without getting shot, but today was your lucky day. The 141 had looked over your file multiple times; the top of your class, excelled in nearly all physical and mental training, had worked your way up quite quickly with the brains and endurance to back it up.

You don’t catch Gaz looking back down at you with wide eyes as he starts to murmur reassurances to you, “I know, lovey. I’m sorry. We’re almost there. We’ll get you fixed up.”

What hadn’t occurred to you was that your head had hit the solid cement beneath you, rattling your brain mere seconds after your body fell limp and ichor started flowing out of you. The last combatant had gotten ahold of you briefly, his knife slipping as you threw your weight backwards against him. You turned on your feet, pointing your gun at his head, but didn’t fire quickly enough before he fired his pistol right against your vest first.

Your eyes squinted shut even in the barely there evening light of the desert. Your head was spinning, too many thoughts and not enough at the same time. You try to focus through the searing pain and cloudiness in your thoughts. What had happened?

It’s too much. Your world goes dark.

Simon is the first Gaz sees come through the door of the small one story house. It looks decently well kept considering its near nowhere. Johnny is hot on his heels.

“What happened, Gaz?”

“What were ye thinking, Panda?”

Gaz keeps his pace towards the door, trying to get you inside as quickly as possible.

He looks to his side to report, “We got separated. We thought there was only ten in the building, there was double that. They came out of nowhere; cornered her and backed me out. I-“

He has to take a breath as he recounts the mission. Price is standing in the living room listening, motioning to put you on the couch, the table full and ready with medical supplies.

“I heard her around the corner. She needed me to back her up and I couldn’t. If that bitch would’ve gotten her throat-“ Gaz nearly chokes. Johnny put his hand on his shoulder.

“But she didn’t let ‘em. She’ll be ‘right.” Johnny tries, his hands shook instead of his voice.

“I’m so sorry.” Gaz looks at you. His shoulders finally slouch with his head hanging.

Price hadn’t said a word and got to work, getting the round out of your guts without damaging any other vital organs.

Simon was already knelt down beside the couch and took your arm in his burly hands. He reached for the alcohol pads and the field sewing kit. It was a wonder he was so good at stitching considering the size of him. Within a few minutes your inner muscle tissue was no longer airing out in the open, closed by one of your boyfriends.

The sewing kit is passed to Price once he had gotten the split shell out of you with a clink to the table.

Gaz is stuck, looking at your blood quickly turning the beige couch a deep red. Johnny tugs on Gaz’ straps to urge him to take his gear off.

Unfortunately for you, the unconsciousness of your brain injury had worn off, forcing you back to life. You woke with your eyes dazed and brows drawn in a grimace. Simon looks down to you.

Price is the first to speak from further down, “Welcome back sweet girl. Quite a mess you've made here.” he tries to be lighthearted.

You don't quite understand. Tears start to come and fall over the brim of your eyes, your brain feels like it's been split into two, much less the hot swelling in your belly.

“Hurts,” you cry, lifting your non-injured arm over your head, trying to block the pain inside of your brain from the outside.

“Panda, look at me baby.” Simon asks with desperation.

You turn your neck towards the voice, unknowing of who is talking.

“Hm?” You feel fingers drag along your cheeks, wiping tears as they go. Air burns when you breathe.

“Do you know where you are?” Simon asks, noticing the look of confusion crossing your face.

“Shit, her pupils r’dilated.”

“What…?” you manage. Your eyes keep unfocusing no matter how hard you strain.

Simon tries to stay level, “You’re at the safe house. You and Gaz were out clearing that building. You got shot, babygirl. Do you remember that?”

His hand was rubbing over the back of yours. More frustrated tears roll. You're uncomfortable now. You wrack your brain for information that's vanished.

Soap comes from behind the couch, leaning over you. He’s pretty.

“Bonnie, you remember my name, love?”

“Johnny?” you squeak out, feeling embarrassed.

“Good girl. What's his name?” he points next to you.

“I…I don’t….” You feel like you’ve betrayed him somehow. He looks at you concerned, the edge of his mask up and stretched over his nose. His lips look soft.

The room suddenly feels like a spinning ship at sea. Your eyelids contend with your brain. You start to panic, not having control over your body. A whimper comes from your throat. Your eyes roll back to nothingness. Help.

Price swears, hands immediately going to your tense hips to turn you on your side.

Simon holds your head gently, to try to comfort you or him, he doesn't know.

Gaz watches in near silence as your body convulses in front of him. He could have prevented this. Now look.

Johnny’s eyes couldn't leave your body, watching like you would a train crash.

You eventually still.

“Babygirl? Panda, open your eyes for me.” Simon almost demands.

You hear his voice far away. Your eyes flutter for what seems like too long. You fight your way to consciousness once again and see wide, brown eyes staring at you.

“Price, Medevac’s landed a block away.”

Taglist: @ohworm-writes, @bjornthebearguy

#dangerkittenclaws #johnny soap mactaish #simon ghost riley #ghoap x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #johnny soap mactavish x reader #simon x johnny x reader #call of duty fanfic

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belovedblabber · 2 years

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Ok time to make my hopefully coherent adjacent post about the whole ‘John made Alecto look like Barbie’ thing. Also this goes out to @opticor and @2impostors for the interest in my semi-coherent thoughts on this topic.

I’ve seen people reading it as like ‘wow John took the soul of the earth and made her look like Barbie what a typical dude thing to do’ and personally I don’t at all vibe with that reading of it so now I am turning some rambly tags I made into a proper post.

I’m going to start by posting a crappily highlighted passage, as is my wont:

I think one aspect of this that people misconstrue is “I wanted to make you the most beautiful body I could think of.” I think a lot of people are taking this as beautiful=sexy=John is super gross and wanted to make the earth a sexy hot Barbie body.

However, I very much read this as John, who loved the earth so much, wanting to make a beautiful vessel for the earth’s soul. I don’t think ‘sexy’ is the right way to interpret this one. There’s a big ol’ gulf between that ‘beautiful’ and the way people seem to be reading it as ‘sexy.’ Now is there a lot to unpack and think about in all of this? Yes. Is it ‘John is gross and made Alecto sexy because he’s gross and gave her the classic sexy lady body of Barbie?’ No.

And also very key here is “Most of what had made me John had gone somewhere else. There were a few little thoughts left...a handful of things that made me me...”

I think it’s really worth keeping in mind here that in this moment John was barely holding onto anything of himself and thus turned to one of the few things he had left to grab at, aka a childhood memory of playing at his grandma’s house. And more specifically of playing with his mom’s old Barbie:

He was eating the soul of the earth and barely holding onto his own identity and personhood and turned to one of the few scraps of himself that remained. His memory of playing with his mom’s old Barbie as a kid was one of the few things he had left in that moment, and that was what his fragmented mind reached out to and grabbed onto as something beautiful. The way he talks about the Hollywood Hair Barbie is also very deeply not in the realm of like, ‘wow Barbie is so sexy and I wanted to make the earth sexy’ sdfghjk. He talks about her “little gold outfit and her long yellow hair.” He thinks she was “the best,” and “got to have all the adventures.” Sorry but this really doesn’t read as ‘ah yes Barbie, the sexiest of women. A doll I lusted over’ asdfghj.

In a moment of almost completely losing his personhood and identity, John reached out to that memory and that very childlike love for something he’d found beautiful, and that was what his mind held onto.

John is also very notably defensive about the fact that this was what he chose for Alecto. He seems to view this as something embarrassing. He’s not bragging about making a sexy body, he’s sort of self-consciously trying to explain why his torn to shreds mind grabbed at that form.

When he made Alecto he wasn’t thinking in any coherent fashion. His broken mind was grabbing at his most basic, simple memories to find something beautiful. He wanted to give her a vessel that could have pretty yellow hair and have all the adventures.

Also ngl I really don’t see ‘I loved playing with my mom’s old Barbie and having her go on adventures and I loved her pretty hair and her golden outfit’ as a typical dude thing.

Like there is certainly a lot to think about vis a vis John’s view of himself as creator, and in how he also compares her to a Christmas tree fairy, a Renaissance angel, Adam and Eve, and Galatea. He evokes all of these when describing her, not just Barbie (and he also calls her “Frankenstein’s monster with long yellow hair.”) I think there is a TON to think over and discuss with all of that. (The relevant passage for those comparisons is on pg. 409 of NtN for the record). But yeah, there is a lot to analyze in the things he evokes in describing his act of creation (for one I find it interesting that not all of them are ‘female,’ so to speak). There’s a lot to think about in terms of how he gave parts of himself to make her ( “I ripped half of my ribs from my body and made you from dirt, my blood, my vomit, my bone.” (pg. 408), and in him choosing to frame himself as creator, and as creator in a distinctly biblical way (the ribs being an obvious call to this). The reference to Galatea is also its own interesting thing. But anyway, John made her body from himself and oh boy is there a lot there but okay this paragraph is threatening to become too long, so I need to leave this topic for now and come back to it later in its own post sdfghj.

ANYWAY, all of this is to say that I really think interpreting John’s creation of Alecto’s physical form as a ‘typical dude thing, he wanted to make her sexy and picked Barbie, the most basic ideal of womanhood’ is a reading that really misses the mark.

Annnnd that’s all from me tonight, time to go to bed.

#the locked tomb #nona the ninth #nona the ninth spoilers #john gaius #alecto the ninth #ntn #ntn spoilers #tlt #the locked tomb series #alecto

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dreamy-jaeger · 1 year

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I Know The End | Ch. 5

Zombie Apocalypse!Au, Older!Grumpy!Eren x Sunshine!Reader

Content: Reluctant traveling companions to lovers, Slight age gap, found family, eventual smut so Minors - DO NOT INTERACT.

Warnings: 18+, Suicide mentions, murder, gore.

Chapter Summary: Under a quiet night at the church, Eren and Y/N get to know one another.

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A/N: I feel like this chapter took longer than it should have 😩😩😩 but i’m trying to be more forgiving of myself when it comes to how fast I write. The harshest critic is always yourself, am i right or am i right??? Anyways I hope you enjoy this chapter hehehe there is a lot of tension in this one!!!

chapter 5

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Dammit.”

Y/N cursed under her breath, her skin stinging as the thin piece of scrap metal dug into her fingertips from the strength in her grip. The makeshift lock-pick caught on the wrong groove, threatening to split in half as she forced it into the keyhole. She slid it free from the confines, bringing it closer to her eyes to guarantee the functionality of the little tool. It didn’t look too bent out of shape. Maybe if she tried again…

“What are you doing?”

Y/N’s heart leapt out of her throat, her body lurching forward as the unexpected voice took her by surprise. The tools she was using scattered across the floor, clanking against the wood. Her hand was pressed firmly to her chest almost as if the pressure would force her beating heart back into place. She turned to find Gabby standing over her shoulder, her brown eyes wide with curiosity— the gleam of it glinting in the candlelight that they had conjured once the sun dipped below the horizon.

“You scared the shit out of me.” Y/N breathed, a few soft chuckles tumbling out from her lips in relief. Gabby grimaced when she took in the sight of the startled woman.

“Sorry.” She replied, somewhat abashedly, paired with a shy grin. But that particular demeanor was lost within seconds as interest took control of the young girl again. Her eyes flickering towards the tools that fell from the woman's hands. “But, what are you doing?”

“I’m trying to pick this lock.” Y/N answered, turning her attention back towards the locked door that resided in the back of the church. For emphasis, she tested the golden doorknob, for the hundredth time that evening.

Unsurprisingly, there was no give.

Earlier— when asked about it, Eren had told them that it was locked, contents forever unknown. But curiosity got the better of Y/N, and since she had the skill set, she figured it couldn’t hurt to try. So now here she was, sitting in front of the door, her fingers almost bleeding from the many attempts to get the damn thing open. Maybe her skills weren’t as finely tuned as they once were.

And of course, she waited to make her attempts until Eren had posted himself outside for first watch. She didn’t need to hear his reprimands… Or his ridicule as she failed over and over.

“Cool!” Gabby admired, dropping to her knees beside her. “Can you show me how to do it?”

Y/N narrowed her eyes in feigned suspicion, a sly smile curling the corners of her lips. “Why? You’re not thinking of committing any crimes, are you?”

“Oh, and what are you gonna do?” Gabby retorted, “Call the cops on me?”

“Touché.” Y/N grinned, earning a smile back from the teenager, who watched excitedly as she regathered the fallen tools.

She did her best to describe the process with as much coherency as she could muster, trying hard to recall the directions that were told to her so many years ago. Gabby was hanging on to every word, nodding along and listening carefully so as to not miss anything. The teenagers' rapt attention brought on a sense of conviction to Y/N. Confidence was key, and she felt as though she definitely sounded like she knew what she was talking about. But as her hands tried to enact the words she was saying, all was lost.

Again and again the pick would slip out of her hands, or there would be a misclick sounding out from the contraption residing in the door. There were times when the thin metal would tremor suspiciously, on the edge of breaking under Y/N’s ministrations. Countless times, the woman had to stop herself from breaking down in frustration, desperate to keep her cool in front of the younger girl. And finally, after about an hour of trying (and failing), Gabby thankfully had the good sense to put Y/N out of her embarrassing misery.

“I think I’m gonna call it a night.” She yawned, stretching her arms above her head. Y/N wasn’t completely sure if the movements were honest or not. The girl could very well be acting in efforts to let the woman keep her dignity, but she was grateful either way.

“I’ll be sleeping in the confessional booth.” She added, unfolding her legs from underneath her. She stood, wiping away the nonexistent dirt from her jeans. Y/N rubbed a hand over her forehead, as this gave her the time to appreciate how tired she was as well. She nodded her head sluggishly.

“Alright.” She murmured, and then glanced back at her dog, who sat rigidly on the pews behind them.

“Would you take Ellie with you?” Y/N asked, before Gabby completely disappeared behind the other door. “I think she’d be more comfortable with you.”

Gabby nodded, calling the dog's name. Ellie’s tail started thumping against the bench at the sound of her voice, her ears perking up. With more soft coaxing from the teenager, the dog bounded from her previous spot, and within seconds the two of them were now lost behind the mahogany door that softly closed shut.

Now that Y/N was granted a moment to herself, a deep sigh escaped her form as her head fell into her hands. She whined softly against her palms, allowing some of the stress and frustration to manifest vocally as the sound of it wavered into the air. She stayed in that position for a few minutes, before dropping her palms in her lap.

The tools sat on the floor in front of her, looking as though they were mocking her. Or maybe that was her own derision that flooded her brain, and she was projecting. She shook her head, running one more tired hand across her features before sitting up straight, ignoring the ache pulsing in her lower back.

One more try. She would give it one more try and if she couldn’t unlock it she would give up forever. The tools were back in her hands, her eyebrows furrowed in determination, tongue sticking out from between her lips in concentration. She was going to get it open.

She finally did after her seventh try.

Even though she broke the promise to herself to quit while she was ahead, elation filled her chest when she heard the resounding click of the lock coming undone. Newly energized, she scrambled up to her feet, pulling gently at the door. She held back the excited squeal that threatened to escape her lips when it creaked open, enthusiastically taking the first step over the threshold.

Her smile fell flat when her eyes adjusted to the dark of the room. It was a good thing that the teenager had gone to bed. Or else she would’ve seen the sight that sat before her now.

The priest hung limply from the rafters by a rotting noose. Recognized as such since he was still adorned in his cassock. His body was illuminated by the candlelight spilling in from the main room of the church. She caught sight of how his gray-skinned, decaying neck was snapped at an unnatural angle. His eyes were milky white, teeth a rotting brown. He hissed feebly when the girl bursted into the room, stirring him from his state of near immobility. She must have been his first sign of food in years.

Her movements were quick, as she left to get her crossbow. The moment she returned, the priest was officially put out of his misery as an arrow lodged itself into his forehead. The last bit of life he had left faded from existence. Y/N tried to tell herself that the man would be grateful to be free from the grips of reanimation.

Everything went silent, the previous groans from the priest now lost to the world. Y/N finally allowed herself to observe the rest of the room.

A hopper window high on the wall was cranked open, a ladder toppled over beneath it. A pang in Y/N’s heart made her realize he must’ve opened the window as a precaution to the smell of death that was left behind, faded by the many breezes that swirled around this room as the years passed. Maybe the man knew that one day he would be found. As Y/N moved deeper into the room, a letter on the desk proved that hypothesis correct.

It was addressed to someone named Rose. He was expecting someone specific to find him. Maybe she was the only one left with a key to this room. A key that was never used. A sloppy illmade lock-pick taking its place. Just as Y/N took the place that rightfully belonged to Rose.

After staring at the name scrawled messily across the envelope, she decided to leave the letter be, it seemed too personal for her to just read without permission. Even if the only one who could grant that permission was hanging dead above her. There would be a lack of protest if she decided to read it, but it felt all too disrespectful. She moved on.

There wasn’t much left to be seen in the room. It was your typical office. Walls lined with shelves that were home to old faded books and forgotten files. There were no personalized trinkets, no food or supplies saved for the purpose of survival. Just a simple office, holding a man who decided he wouldn’t make it in this new world thrust upon him— even with his faith. And now he was gone.

The only thing interesting in his office wasn't noticed until Y/N had turned to leave. Sat by the door was an old wooden crate. A lone bottle of wine sat unimposing amongst crumpled newspaper.

Eren’s P.O.V.

The church sat quietly amidst the dense forest. The only sound was the gentle rustling of leaves, as a surprisingly warm evening breeze swept through the area. Eren sat on the decaying front steps of the church, his eyes fixed on the darkness ahead.

The night sky was clear, the moon hung low, casting a pale glow over the trees, illuminating the old faded pathway that led to the church. He took in a deep breath, dragging in the scent of an oncoming summer. The smell of which brought on an overwhelming sense of nostalgia, and he couldn’t help but reminisce on simpler times.

He thought of his childhood. His parents. His old friends. All of them were lost to him. Even the memories left of them were so faded that he was certain he made them up. It had been a long time since he let his mind go there. He didn’t want to think of a world when things were inherently better, or the envy for his past self would leave him resentful… well, more so than he already was.

He glanced down at his hands, calloused from the years he had survived in this unforgiving world. He had caused so much pain with these hands. The violence he inflicted came easy to him when he set aside his morals. And soon after the apocalypse started, it was far easier to think of himself as the ruthless man he had become rather than the bright-eyed boy he once was.

The next question that flitted across his mind was if he could be anything different.

Before he could even begin to wonder about the answer to that question, a large creak sounded out into the night, intermingling with the song chirped by the crickets. A pool of orange light spilled out onto the steps where Eren was sitting, produced by the candlelight inside. He looked up to the source of the interruption to find Y/N, stepping out from behind the church doors.

She had his back to him, as she carefully shifted the door back in place, trying not to make any sound that could disturb any attempts of sleep. The light from inside now being lost to them once she completed the task.

“Gabby decided to sleep in the confessional booth.” Y/N spoke, once she turned away from the door. Eren nodded, turning his head back to the forest beyond.

“I had her take Ellie, too.” She added, as she sat down next to him. Due to the limited amount of space that the steps provided, her knee knocked against his own. Heat bloomed from the point of contact and spread over his skin that remained even when she pulled away.

“That’s good.” Eren replied, “She could use the extra security.”

Y/N snorted at his words, “Ellie’s not really the security dog type. If anything Gabby’s the one watching over her.”

“Doesn’t seem like it to me.” Eren responded, his eyebrow raised. The things he’s seen that dog do made him question if he really understood animals at all. The training of course was all credited to the woman who sat beside him now,

“Are you kidding?” Y/N laughed softly, “That dog’s a scaredy cat. You saw how she was today.”

Eren thought back to the events that transpired and how Ellie had acted when Gabby was held captive by their unexpected visitor. “I was wondering why she reacted like that. What happened?”

Y/N sighed, leaning up against the railing behind her. She looked out into the beyond, just like Eren was doing before she joined him. “She’s a rescue. She doesn’t really do well around strangers. Especially when they’re aggressive like that.”

Eren nodded, joining her in looking out into the darkness. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t want to dig for information that Y/N wanted to keep hidden. Though she continued on, despite the lack of prying from the man.

“When she was a puppy she was the runt of the litter.” She said, her tone soft, picking the words carefully as she recounted the past of her dog. “Guy who owned her? Well, he wasn’t exactly the best. Abused her every chance he got. I’m sure the other dogs got some of it as well but… she suffered the brunt of it. So she has a hard time trusting humans.”

Eren turned to look at her, but she was still faced away from him. He watched as she swallowed thickly, her eyes shining under the light of the moon.

“Then she was a foster dog.” Y/N explained, “I don’t know how they got her out of that situation but they did. And then my family found her on one of those adoption websites…”

“And now it’s just you and her.” Eren finished for her. This time Y/N finally looked back at him. She granted him a sad smile, nodding her head.

“The outbreak happened when I was traveling back from college for the summer.” She told him. “By the time I made it home my family was dead and she was hiding out in the basement. She was so scared, shaking like a leaf… It’s just been us ever since.”

Eren stayed silent, his eyes trained on the woman sitting beside him. The tears that were threatening over the edge of her waterline were now carving trails over her skin. He wondered how she allowed herself to be so vulnerable. How was it so easy for her to be open-hearted, the way she was? And why couldn’t Eren bring himself to do the same? He wanted to acknowledge her pain, to relate to it with his own stories of where he was when all of this started. But the words were lost on his tongue.

A sniffle rang out into the night as Y/N brought the sleeve of her hoodie up to her soaking cheeks. She laughed, bashfully, as if he had caught her in the act of something improper.

“Jeeze, I’m sorry.” She relented, glancing over at him quickly, “I didn’t want to burden you with my sad backstory. That’s not the reason I came out here. ”

Eren wanted to open his mouth and tell her that she was wrong. That she could keep talking and that it wouldn’t be a burden to him. But yet again, his tongue was immobile and the comfort that he wanted to offer was lost to his social awkwardness. Instead all he could offer as a response was another question.

“Why’d you come out here, then?” Luckily his tone was not as harsh as he thought it might be as he paired it with a soft, somewhat teasing smile.

“I wanted to see if you’d fancy a drink.” She responded, her own smile coming back in full force as she pulled something out from under the crook of her arm. As his eyes readjusted to the moonlight, Eren registered a dusty bottle of wine that Y/N held in her hands.

“It’s the communion wine.” Y/N answered the question that was scrawled across his features. “I found it in that back room.”

“I thought it was locked?” Eren asked, reaching out for the bottle, hoping for a closer examination. She handed it to him with no complaint.

“I can be quite crafty.” Was all she said, earning a low chuckle from the man as he observed the label. A cabernet sauvignon. Not bad for a little chapel out in the middle of the woods.

“So… what do you reckon?” The girl smiled, her eyes sparking with mischief that was sure to be dangerous for Eren. He just looked at her, not bestowing her with the reassurance of his words but instead reached into the back pocket of his jeans. Her grin grew brighter at the sight of his silver knife as it glinted in the moonlight. The cork was soft under the sharp point of the blade and it came out with ease.

“Ladies first.” He said, handing the now opened bottle to the woman. The aroma of the rich wine swirled into the air between them. Her fingers grazed against his hand as she grabbed it. He resisted the urge to rub at the spot she touched.

“Why, thank you.” She chuckled, bringing it to her lips. Her nose scrunched as she registered the bitter taste on her tongue. She shook her head slightly almost as if she was rejecting the alcohol’s flavor but persisted as she swallowed it down.

“Whatever takes the edge off.” She said breathlessly when she caught the look of amusement on Eren’s face. He chuckled softly as he took the bottle from her now outstretched hand, bringing it up towards his own lips. The deep red liquid burned down his throat, but it ended in a pool of warmth in the pit of his stomach, the buzz of alcohol already taking into effect.

“Can I ask a question?” Eren suddenly said, passing the wine back to her.

“Mhm.” Y/N replied, the sound of it echoing into the bottle as she took another sip.

“You said Ellie doesn’t like strangers.” He started, shifting his body so his back was now against the railing, mirroring Y/N’s position. They now sat facing each other, their features illuminated by the moon. He continued, “But she was fine with me and Gabby.”

“I think there was an advantage since we were the one’s barging in on you.” She replied, sheepishly, shrugging her shoulders. “Plus, I told you, she’s a good judge of character.”

“I’m not so sure about that.” Eren said, before he could think to stop himself. His eyes were trained to his lap.

“You don’t think you’re a good person?” Y/N asked, he glanced up to find her brows furrowed in what looked to be confusion.

“I haven’t done much to be proud of.” He answered simply. Y/N pursed her lips, the deeper meaning of his words hanging low above their heads. She held him under her gaze, irises flicking over his features as she considered what he just said.

“We’ve all done things we’re not proud of, Eren.” She said, breaking the silence that slowly started to form between them “There’s no getting past it if you want to survive.”

“Yeah but—”

“I murdered someone today.” She interrupted him. Eren’s mouth promptly shut, his mind going back to the man they encountered. One minute living, and in the next… There was a pause as she took another sip. Their fingers grazed again when she handed it back to him.

“It’s funny…” Y/N murmured, toying with a loose thread fraying from the sleeve of her hoodie. “That something like that comes so easy to me now, when eight years ago I could hardly even stomach seeing my own blood.”

“... I know what you mean.” Eren nodded, his thumb trailing against the open rim of the wine bottle.

“I remember every single one.” She practically whispered, “Do you?”

“Yeah.” Eren replied, his voice strained as he recalled the look in their eyes mere seconds before death, how red their blood was stained on his clothes and skin. He brought the wine up to his lips to try to force those images away.

“We have good reasons to ki— to do that.” Y/N continued. “Or at least we tell ourselves that. But it still haunts me every fucking second I’m alive.”

“Me too.” Eren responded, the taste of wine thick in his throat. Y/N offered him a melancholic smile at his admittance.

“I think that’s what differs between the good and the bad.” She said, “When you carry it— or actually— them with you.”

Eren moved back into his previous position, keeping his eyes trained on his boots, the actions of his past taunting him in the stiffness of his form. Of course, he remembered every single time he had to kill someone. But did he remember who they were? What they looked like? He sure as hell didn’t know their names. He never wanted to know their names or what they were like. He would kill them and move on because that’s what he told himself to do. Shame in the form of blinding white heat licked up the skin of his cheeks. Y/N’s integrity made him feel somewhat small.

“I’m… not a good person.” Eren muttered, surprised he had the guts to say it out loud.

“But you’re not a bad person, either.” Y/N replied, as if she were sure of it. “And if I can be honest… I think that makes you human.”

Eren glanced sideways to find Y/N’s warm gaze trained on him. It soothed away any form of diffidence that was threatening to worm into Eren’s brain. Even replacing it with an unfamiliar feeling of consolation as an involuntary half smile crept onto his features. Or maybe it was the wine that was now invading his bloodstream. He narrowed his eyes at her, playfully.

“I thought you said your dog could tell when someone’s a good person or not?” He teased, handing the bottle back to her. She smirked at him as she took it.

“Hey, I said she was a good judge of character. That doesn’t make you Jesus Christ.” She replied before taking another swig of wine.

“Are you using the lord’s name in vain? At church?” Eren mocked, feigning offense. Y/N threw her head back, her soft tinkling laughter swirling into the air and settling into Eren’s bones. His own grin now stretched across his lips. The harrowed tension from just moments ago melting away with surprising ease.

“I can’t believe you know how to make a joke.” Y/N quipped, once her laughter died down into subdued giggles, passing the wine back to Eren.

“I take offense to that.” Eren retorted, but the smile was still fully present on his face. “I’m not a monster, you know? I’m still capable of making jokes.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” She replied, shifting her body to sit upright next to him, nudging her shoulder against his own. His body rocked back and forth with the movement, exhaling air out of his nose in a form of silent laughter. “I think I like this side of you.”

“I think I like you seeing this side of me.” Eren countered, the words falling off of his tongue before he could stop himself. He felt as Y/N stilled beside him. He was almost too afraid to look, but his teal gaze flickered up towards her face to find her staring, wide eyed, back at him. His heart stuttered at the sight of her parted lips, her chest heaving slowly with her deepened breaths. Silence fell between them once more as they held each other’s stare.

And then, she sucked in a breath. “I should get you drunk more often. You’re nicer this way.”

Eren chuckled, shaking his head as he took another sip. “It’ll take more than a few sips of wine to get me drunk.”

“So, what? You’re being nice on a technicality?” She questioned, swiping the alcohol back from Eren. This time it was his turn to nudge her with his shoulder.

“Something like that.” He smirked as he watched her. Y/N averted her eyes from his stare, tilting her head back to take another sip. She smacked her lips against the taste, pulling Eren’s gaze towards her mouth, her supple lips darkened by the wine.

“Since you’re being so agreeable…” The woman started, making Eren realize exactly what he was staring at, he forced himself to look away, back into the shadows. “Might as well get to know each other a little better.”

“What do you have in mind?” Eren asked.

“I don’t know, we could play Truth or Truth?” She offered, Eren raised a brow at her words.

“I thought it was Truth or Dare?” He questioned.

“Yeah, but no one really wants to do a dare.” Y/N retorted. “This way we can just ask questions back and forth.”

“And if I don’t want to answer?” Eren asked, inquisitively. She just replied with a sneaky smile, holding up the wine as a response. A soft ‘ah’ escaped Eren’s lips, followed by more soft laughter.

It felt strange to Eren— to be able to laugh like this. To feel like this. From the outside looking in, they must’ve looked… normal. A man and a woman, getting to know each other over a drink. No one could have guessed the unimaginable horrors they had to commit to be able to be sitting there now. Just a mere few days ago, Eren would not believe it for a second if you had told him this is where he would be. And now that he was here, he decided not to question it.

“Okay, then.” Eren breathed, straightening his back and rubbing his palms against the rough fabric of his jeans. “You go first.”

“Okay.” Y/N parroted the first word, her smile flashing with excitement, “Truth or Truth?”

Eren rolled his eyes but ultimately decided to humor her anyway. “Truth.”

“What is your… favorite color?” She asked, leaning her forearms against her thighs, tilting her head to keep her eyes on Eren.

“That’s pretty tame.” Eren noted, earning an eye roll back from the woman.

“Duh.” She replied, “I’m not gonna just dive into the deep stuff first. We have to work our way to that.”

“Uh-oh, the deep stuff?” Eren repeated, “That’s what we’re doing here?”

“Thus the basis of the game we’re playing.” She teased, the wine sloshing in the bottle as she emphasized her words with her hands. “That’s what getting to know one another entails.”

“Right, I should’ve known.” He said, a soft smile dancing on his lips, “Um, my favorite color…”

There was a pause at that. When was the last time he had thought about something as trivial as what color he liked most? His mind was coming up with a blank.

“I don’t have one.” He answered honestly with a shrug of his shoulders. The woman gaped at him.

“You don’t have a favorite color?” She questioned, her eyes wide with offense as if his answer was truly despicable.

“Nothing comes to mind.” He told her, unthinkingly grabbing the wine from Y/N’s hands. He took another sip.

“That’s just sad.” Y/N responded, clicking her tongue as she watched him. Eren ignored her rebuke, retorting back with a question of his own, despite the rules of the made up game.

“What’s yours?”

The woman paused, stopping to think, and then she narrowed her eyes at him. “I feel as though that’s unfair.”

Eren laughed, the deep sound of it rumbling through his chest. “How so?”

“If I don’t get to know your favorite color, you don’t get to know mine.” She said simply, turning her nose up away from him in feigned condescension. And then promptly after that, she stole the alcohol back, her movements swift.

“That doesn’t make any sense.” Eren argued, throwing his hands up in exasperation, once they were free. “I don’t even know mine, how am I supposed to offer an even trade?”

Eren watched as she took a swig of the stolen alcohol, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, maybe you should figure out your favorite color then," she taunted him with a playful smirk. “As for mine, it’s a secret… for now.”

His lips curled into a matching smirk of his own at her teasing. He shook his head, leaning back, stretching his long legs out on the stairs in front of him. The alcohol was bringing him down to a relaxed state— yet another foreign concept for him.

“We must be pretty bad at this game if we can’t even get through the surface level questions.” Eren noted.

“Maybe we should’ve skipped to the deep stuff.” Y/N agreed, leaning against one hand, palm pressed into the wood beneath them, her body inclined towards his at the change in position. Her knee was now resting against his upper thigh. This time, she didn’t pull away. Eren wondered if the contact between their bodies meant anything to her, or if it was all just insignificant. Perhaps it was, if she could lean into him so effortlessly, without a second thought. He swallowed, his eyes trained on the point of contact.

“Might as well give it a shot.” Eren suggested, inhibitions now completely out the window. Was it the alcohol that had his tongue moving so freely? Or the woman beside him.

“Alright then.” She grinned, setting the bottle down on the porch with a soft thunk. As the sound faded into the night, it was replaced by a comfortable quiet as Y/N took the time to think of her next question. Eren shifted his leg, it pressed deeper against her knee, almost to the point where it was resting on top of his thigh. She still didn’t remove herself from him. Eren took this as a silent acceptance to this strange new concept added to their still-forming relationship. He allowed himself to relish in her warmth.

“Have you ever been in love?” She said, breaking the silence. A juvenile question compared to the much harsher subjects they had already stumbled upon during their time out on the porch— But a question that had Eren freeze, his stomach churning with apprehension. He sat up straight, losing Y/N’s warmth as he braced his hands on the step beneath him.

“Yes… No— I don’t know.” He stumbled through the words. Y/N’s question had taken him off-guard, his fumbling actions doing the same to her. She stared at him with furrowed brows as she sat up beside him. A hand, smaller than his own, rested on his shoulder. He tensed under her touch, not used to the comforting gesture. Though unfortunately, his knee-jerk reaction caused her to pull her hand away.

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” She offered, smiling gently, her hand now searching for something behind them, and then a lifeboat was revealed in the form of a bottle of wine.

“Remember the rules of the game?”

Eren shot her a grateful look, slipping the bottle from her fingers as he took a long pull from the bottle. When he finally came up for air, he brought a thumb to his lips, wiping away an excess left behind by the wine.

He looked to find Y/N staring at the spot his thumb just was.

“I, um…” He spoke out loud, the sound of his voice pulling Y/N out from whatever deep thought she was in. Their eyes met. He shook his head, trying to find the right words. He decided to start his sentence over.

“It’s not like I don’t want to tell you about it.” He murmured. “It’s just…”

“Complicated?” She gave him the word, offered with an understanding smile. He nodded in agreement.

“I know how you feel.” Y/N told him. He swallowed, his tongue forming around a question that had been on his mind for a while now.

“Does this have to do with that friend of yours?” Eren had no idea where he found the bravery to ask such a thing. If she got offended by his new found intrusiveness, he would just blame it on the burn of alcohol that sat deep in his belly, made more obvious with each sip he took. Maybe he should stop. He set the bottle down.

“Which friend?” Y/N asked. He wasn’t sure if she was acting obtuse on purpose or if she knew what she was doing, trying to evade who Eren was bringing up.

“Jean.” The name flowed freely out of his throat. It was only mentioned once, but it had been flitting through his brain every time he thought of Y/N in a way he wasn’t supposed to. Which was more often than he’d like to admit. The memory of her bare skin in the moonlight would soon be chased down with guilt, along with the mystery man whose name made her face look like that.

Her lips were parted, eyes wide and shimmering, her eyebrows furrowed with… worry? She shook her head, eyes pointing down towards her shoes.

“No… He wasn’t— It wasn’t like that with him.” She explained, somewhat awkwardly. “I mean, we traveled together for a few years and we acted on it once.”

Eren’s heart lodged itself in his throat. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear this.

“We’re only human, you know? And humans have urges, so one thing led to another and…”

She paused. Eren’s breathing was heavy.

“... And?” He must have been a masochist.

“It was like sleeping with my brother.” She grimaced at the memory, body shuddering, her words sounding resolute when she added, “We vowed to never try anything like that again.”

Eren nodded, feeling a strange mix of relief and annoyance prickling his skin. He tried to shake it away.

“So he wasn’t the one?” He tried to joke, but the words almost caused him to choke. Luckily, the woman beside him took it as intended. A single soft laugh protruded from her lips as she shook her head.

“No. Definitely not.” She replied, her hands now tucked between her thighs.

“Besides… I doubt I’ll ever have a chance at love. Seems foolish to bet on… especially now.” Y/N finished. Somehow these words were the ones that bothered Eren the most. He glanced over at her to find her staring wistfully into the forest stretching out in front of them.

“Not even if you’re the last two people left on earth?”

Her eyes snapped to meet his gaze, somehow sparking through the dark of the night. That same look from before flashed across her features, but this time it was because of him. Pride hung low deep in his chest.

“What do you mean by that?” She breathed, eyebrows furrowed, shimmering eyes flicking over his features to find the answer.

Eren shrugged, unconsciously leaning towards her. “Just that… maybe you shouldn’t count yourself out.”

“I never pegged you as an optimist.” She joked, but her words were still breathless. Eren’s eyes flickered down to her lips as it tilted into a half smile.

“I’m not.” Eren agreed, taking in his own deep breath. The mint of her conditioner invaded his senses once again. Was she getting closer? “But perhaps our luck has changed.”

“Our luck?—” She questioned, tilting her head slightly to the side in curiosity.

“—Your, I meant your luck.” He chuckled airily. His breath fanned over the skin of her cheeks. The only reason he knew this was because it had bounced back onto his own. Their noses were centimeters apart.

“Right.” Y/N grinned, a teasing lilt to her tone. Eren couldn’t help but smile back at her. Though hers was soon lost within a small gasp, when his nose finally brushed against her own. The touch was soft, Eren almost thought he had imagined it, but the thought was soon disproven when he registered the way her breath hitched.

“Eren.” She whispered, but it almost sounded like a beg. Heat surged through Eren’s body from his name on her lips. Lips that were so close to touching his own, if he moved just a millimeter forward…

A loud, resounding creak rang out into the quiet night from behind them, causing the two of them to jump apart. They both whipped to where the sound had come from to find nothing but the closed front door of the church. It must have been the building settling in on its foundation. And though it had turned out to be nothing, it had still broken the spell.

Y/N was on her feet.

“It’s getting late.” She said suddenly, her hand scratching at the back of her head. “I should probably get to bed.”

Eren stood as well.

“Oh, um, yeah.” He replied. “Me too.”

“You’re not gonna stay up and take watch?” He could tell she was trying to tease him, but it fell flat as she stared at him with eyes filled with what seemed to be regret. His stomach dropped.

“‘No… Not tonight.” Eren said, shifting his weight between his feet. “I think I had too much to drink.”

It was a lie. They both knew it. But it was also the perfect excuse.

“Right. Yeah. Same.” She flitted through the words as realization dawned on her of what he was trying to do. Looks like she was jumping at the chance of an easy out.

They stared at each other for a little bit longer, as if they were both waiting for the other to take it back. But no one did. And then the church creaked again, pulling them out of whatever trance they were in.

No other words were exchanged that night as they shuffled back inside and settled down for the night.

The wood of the pew that Eren chose as his bed that night was stiff against his back. His eyes were wide open, staring up at the highrise ceilings, eyeline following the pattern of the rafters. Regrets and desires played in a taunting game of tug-of-war within the confines of his mind. Eren didn’t know how he was going to get any sleep that night.

Though eventually he did, and he didn’t even realize he had fallen asleep until his current dream was interrupted. It was a nice dream too, one where everything went right. But it all faded away once he heard the sound of shuffling footsteps, and then frantic whispering, and then finally the click of a revolver pistol. The barrel pressing harshly into the center of his forehead.

“So, you’re the motherfucker who killed Colt.”

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A/N: My favorite thing ever about zombie content, is that it is the perfect medium to showcase the butterfly effect. So the next chapter will be about the consequence of killing that (not-so) rando guy from last chapter!!! I really hope you enjoyed what you read!! please feel free to message me about whatever you like!! ILYSM!!! (omg also edit to the authors note: did y’all notice my hunger games reference hehehehhe)

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