huh?

calling this a village was a bit of a stretch, realistically, a happy delusion at most. acres of farm property was shared by each of the residents whose homes were nearby, despite the farm areas creating distances of land behind them. tok, tok, tok! the haste below mary-lou's hooves pulled you back to your task as you rearranged the goodies and stepped onto the wooden plank. mrs. brown sat atop her rocking chair, crocheting a blanket you'd commissioned. a chuckle, “ [  ] , dearest, always in y’head, aren't yuh?” mrs. brown softly muttered, deep brown skin crumpled besides her lips, short pastel curls tickling her ears. hands busied with the neapolitan coloured yarn. her countryside twang was a pleasant aerated tone, reminding you of your own parents. 

you huff and offer a smile. “mrs. brown I've—”, “must I remind you, dearest, eleonora,” the playfulness in her voice offers it a quiver. “and let me guess . . . cherry pie?” thin, quivering lips stretch to a smile, your plump ones mimic hers as you nod with a sweetened expression. “yes, eleonora, I know how much y’love cherry pies n’–”, “and my grandson does too, y'know!” you stop to stare at her as she wears nothing but a smug look on her face, her head bobbing side to side with a ‘you know damn well’ manner. 

eleonora lived mostly alone. when her daughter married, giving her a sole grandson they'd moved to the city. luckily for her, and you, her grandson moved back on his own to the country. he fixed cars, motorcycles, tractors– you name it, he's got it covered. she said his name was onyankopon or, ony’. to be honest, you spied around one time to catch a glimpse of him. back when you first moved in and eleonora became immediately smitten with the idea of you and her grandson as potential lovers, you snuck around where ony's ranch was, peaking at who the man could be. you barely saw him really, the small flash of him you saw all greasy with engine oil was so far away! but infatuation always grew in you from a small bud, slowly growing before flower petals started spilling out your throat.

“are ya’ stoppin by him too, darlin’?” she pries further, “I ‘dunno els’ . . . y'know I haven't actually met ‘em right?”, “oh I know dear,'' she breathes, “ he's strong, he's tall, he surely is handy ‘round the house and- and he's not ‘onna dem toxic masculine things i hear ‘bout on the Internet! I think he's had a boyfrien’ b'fore, that must count!” she relieves your hands of the heavy treats while speaking, “eleonora . . .”, “c'mon darlin’, you've got t'get married someday, n’ imma’ be the flower gal!” 

all you can do is shake your head and accept the sweet kiss to the cheek she offers you before trotting back to your horse. mary-lou grew rather impatient! settling her brown and white spotted body to the ground awaiting your return. to be completely honest, you craved love. the partying, sex and relationships of college got old and moving here right after left you high and dry with the weight of ‘unlovable’ bearing down on your shoulders. the lack of men your age was . . . a troublesome dilemma but who were you to complain? you hiked yourself back onto mary-lou and continued your journey to the next cottage home. 

looking over the blueberry skies and whipped cream clouds kept you in grandiose delusions of a love so pure and sweet, like powdered sugar that you could indulge in, maybe one day.

♡

“down girl, down!” 

The rough, deep voice shakes the silence near the upcoming ranch. after your deliveries, you'd end up with a few apple-cherry tarts remaining, sometimes the neighbours are vacationing in the city, or insist you keep some! by this time, the sun shone fully now, its warmth tingling your skin. “awe, shucks, man!” another voice caused your brows to furrow, peering up ahead at the ranch . . . the one in which eleonora's grandson resided. from what you could see without the sun in your eyes, two men of tall statures– roughhousing with gorgeous horses. the one in the cowboy's hat was doing a terrible job of trying to calm one of them. their manes were a beautiful silky white, shining healthily under the sun as they lifted their front legs to the air before trotting around the . . . shirtless men again. mother would scold you now if she could see you openly ogling at the two, you push that thought to the back of your mind.

mary-lou slows on your command beside their ranch gate, huffing and happily shaking out her mane as she watches the other horses play. something possesses you to hop off with the remaining tarts, awkwardly shuffling to the fence– your pink-brown boots were worn mismatched to your strapless white lace top and similar mini-skirt. “uh . . . howdy there fellas!” both men turned to your direction, blocking their eyes from the sun and beginning to stroll over.

the closer view made your breath catch in your throat. the one on the left, you assume is el's grandson, his skin was a dark mahogany brown, he glistened slightly with sweat in the sun, deeply defined muscles prelude veins below his belly button then covered by bright blue jeans and black cowboy boots to match his hat.

he had a handsome face. 

thick two-toned lips spread to reveal a bright smile, a few teeth plated with gold caps as he teased the man to his right. this man had dark, black, shining curls that rested atop his shoulders, two eyebrow slits decorated with piercings, matching ones on his . . . pretty lips. his skin was a dusted tan, sunkissed tone and he wore black jeans atop his brown boots. You couldn't miss the tattoos that crept up the side of his abdominals, you were curious.

“how c'n we help ya’, miss?” the left spoke up and your cheeks felt hot, it's been a while since you heard that pet name, you chalked it up to the blazing sun. “well, uh, you're eleonora's grandson, right?” you nibble on your nails nervously, he nods, “I just . . . thought it’d be nice to give y'all these extra treats i baked.” pushing the basket in their direction and allowing the dark haired one to peep under the cloth, he had a mischievous look to him and he elbowed the other in the ribs with a slick smile, “wass ya’ name, pretty? ‘m eren, dis is ony’,” he pointed between them, “ n’ y’made these y’self, ma’?” eren pulls out a tart, staring down at you through long eyelashes, “oh! uh I‘m [  ], n’ yes! I did n' I grew all'em fruits m'self too!” you bounce on the heels of your boots, nervously.

ony’ stays mostly quiet you've noticed, taking in your outfit as well, his eyes raking over you. eren warmly feeds him a bite of the tart as their horses trot over to mingle with mary-lou. “how long ya’ been livin’ ‘round here, sugar?” ony’ speaks up soft and mellow, grabbing himself his own tart to taste. eren reaches out to pet mary-lou. “i guess it’s been a about a year now! y’see i moved out ‘round here after college.” you nibbled your shiney bottom lip, “what ‘bout y’all? your grandma talks ‘bout you all the time, but, i ain’t really seen you round here?” you turn to eren who makes a kissy face at mary-lou before turning to you. “i mostly tend to the farm ma’, as y’can tell, ‘m better with the animals than ony’ here.” he flashes you a smile and props his arms against the fence biting his lip and lowering closer to your eye level. ony’ playfully smacks his arm, flashing a gorgeous smile with his gold teeth sparkling in the sun, “shut up, man.”

you look away quickly, catching yourself staring at his lips, he certainly doesn't miss it. you totally push the basket towards eren’s arms, “y’c’n have the basket y’know i always weave more, i’ve gotta get goin, now,” you rush, “wait– take m’ number, pretty,” eren offers before reciting it a couple times so you’ve got it down. “n’ which onna’ these ranches ‘s yours, mama?”, you're mounting mary-lou once more, “it's not too far! it's the ranch with the blue fence n’ the pond out front!” 

♡

the days after that remained uneventful, with no deliveries of any kind, you preferred to remain on the ranch tending to the animals and house work. you'd never texted eren, only saved his number and stalked his contact profile . . . and opened his chat section many-a-times without saying anything. taking a liking to someone new is hard. you don't forget the many times a partner toyed with you, assuming innocence and naivity of you based soley off your appearance, then doing whatever they'd wanted behind your back. you were past that now, hopefully at least; the concrete walls you used to block others out wasn't something you'd liked to be reminded of.

padding out the back door, the coldness of the stone path chills beneath your bare feet. your toes painted with the cutest design within your artistic range, accompanied by the musical arrangement of your anklet. you pick up a dirtied bucket with the many things you'd needed to complete your chores for the morning, taking a long look at the expanse of the ranch. 

a deep breath of clean air, healthy green fields relieve your eyes of their stress; partly cloudy skies was the forecast! weather for hanging outside, the cumulus clouds indicated it to be the perfect day for fishing too! the pond was still, the little lambs were just waking up in their pen, the gardenias were blooming; the white dexter cattle mulled around, seemingly bored behind the fence. just as you begin to walk by with the bucket of feed, the cows behind let out soft, deep ‘mooooo’s’: a ‘good morning!’ greeting in their own way. each receiving gentle pets to their fur.

your mental list of duties was shorter today: pet the cattle, inspect the lambs & brush their fur, throw feed for the chickens & clean their coupes, feed the dogs, feed the fish.

you couldn't help but wear your best little dress to do the tasks today, a simple white thing that cupped your breasts just right. “oh, how are ya’ buttercup!” you squealed in delight as the silky white wolf dog rushed up to lick your feet, his opposite onyx counterpart, bentley offered a short bark to show her delight, sitting peacefully and obediently. she'd recently fallen pregnant with pups, confusing as you'd given both animals the proper precautionary procedures! while filling their food bowls, you couldn't help but be reminded of eren and ony’. your toes dug into the grass a bit, excited at the idea of . . . sharing your home with someone else again. both men seemed pleasant, highly attractive, but feelings always confused you. perhaps they were only being decent human beings to you, nothing more.

to be honest, you hadn't had the best history with relationships. it's part of– it's one of the main reasons you'd decided to move out to the countryside. casual sex was fine, yeah, whatever, you enjoyed it. however, when it comes to your relationships, you refuse to believe you attract shitty people. from making fun of how excited your are by things, to the way you dressed, wore your makeup, your hair, how you cry— the whole works had been used against you. there was only so much of it you could handle. moving away meant . . . fresh start, new people, new experiences. and most importantly, a place where everyone did as they pleased. as much as people think gossip goes around in small villages, the country area was mostly pleasant. neighbours traded crops for items, enjoyed each other's company and minded their own business.

sitting beside the pond, bentley and buttercup eagerly cuddled up at your side; the joy this life brought you was comparable to hot chocolate at the end of a winter day. now you think about how long its been since you could cuddle someone on a cold day. it probably hasn't been since your mother was alive. now was a good time to visit eleonora.

♡

a raspberry lemon loaf warmed your hands as the weather began to cool. the trudge to eleonora's ranch was tranquil, pleasant animals, butterflies and chirping birds kept you occupied for most of it. that is, until your boots dragged to a stop in the dirt, noticing a familiar face in el's front yard. 

onyankopon's hair was short, brushed into smooth waves atop his head and faded on the sides, revealed by the lack of cowboy hat. he was shirtless, once again, knee deep in the dirt of his grandmother's yard where he dug the soil for new plants. you swallow, nibbling a plump lip that made your mouth spring from the strawberry flavoured gloss. a colder breeze blew up under your thighs, blowing your simple little dress slightly; furrowing your brows with concern as you peered at the beautiful bright sky, you force yourself to walk up to the gate and begin to unlatch it. 

eren's grassy green eyes meet you first, his hands busily feeding a plump cherry into his mouth. pretty pink lips sucked them in, unwelcoming to the juicy red droplets that escaped the cherry. he licks his lips to pull them in. you take a deep breath and focus on not dropping the raspberry lemon loaf. “h-hiya everybody!” you greet, noticing eleonora seated in her usual spot on the rocking chair of her porch while observing the two men. 

you hold the loaf somewhat close to you and swallow hard, walking along the stone path of which both men were at either side of. ony’ in the dirt and eren manspreading on the front steps. you held eyes with the ground. “howdy ony’, eren, nice to see you two ‘gain,” you say in a pleasant mumble as you make way up the stairs to eleonora. “brought you this raspberry lemon loaf els’!” you look at her smiling slightly, caught off guard by that signature smug look she held. what insane thoughts about your love life could she be brewing now? the silence from the two men was noticeable too, you were sure they'd turn to look at you as you presented the treat for el’, “my, my! well doesn't this just look lovely!” she claps clammy hands clad in flower themed rings and laughs jolly. “ony’, son, could you get us some tissues n’ forks? oh- n’ eren darlin’ why don't you bring out the pitcher ‘f lemonade with s'm glasses.” the two men stand as she calls upon them, uttering out their deep ‘yes ma'am's’ as they towered above you in walking by. your eyes trailed them slightly before turning back to eleonora who never (not once) misses your silent pining.

ony’ wore his jeans low on his waist, the band of his boxers showed off its maker's name. eren, on the other hand, wore a white wife-beater below unbuckled blue overalls, leaving them hanging over at his waist. “so, have ya’ found y'self a boyfren’, honey?” eleanora asks somewhat loudly as the two men shuffle around the kitchen bearby and your eye widen. “now what kinda’ question is that els’?” you sputtered, “you know I haven't got one.” eleonora giggles like a school girl. you take a cool seat onto the steps. eren and ony’ share small smiles as they return with lemonade and dishes. ony’ takes a seat in a chair opposite eleonora, elevated above you whilst eren makes himself comfortable back in his spot across from you on the steps. raspberry lemon loaf is shared around with the cool glasses of not-too-sweet lemonade to wash it down, eating brought silence besides low groans from the two men who seemed to enjoy your baking. their groans were not sensual, but pressing your thighs together was still a must as a reaction to the unexpected sounds of pleasure. fuck, you felt like a creep. eleonora complimented your skills, asking, “[  ] , did ya’ grow these in the box gardens y'made?” you nod and swallow quickly, all attention to you as eren mumbles ‘box garden?'. ``yea els’, the box gardens ar’ doin’ great, but I've got some extra wood around I think I'mma try to make a few more like the boxes I bought from the market!” eleonora smiles as if she were expecting to hear you randomly bring up your recycling duties. 

“ony’, can't you n’ eren build those boxes f’[  ]? I strongly believe lil’ ol’ her shouldn't handle all dat’ wood . . .” you internally blush deeply at the innuendo and take the final bite of your slice of the loaf. eren speaks up, “y'sure right on we can, els’ . . . y'okay wit’ us helpin’ y'out ma?” he takes a quick glance up at ony, locking eyes with him who also lets his stare above you burn into your scalp. “s– sure, I don't mind!” you mutter out lightly and eleonora gives a jolly clap, “well ain't that just darlin’! the day's young, y'all can get started right now!” you have to hold your breath to avoid your last sip of lemonade going down your larynx. the two men mentioned how they're not busy the rest of the day and wouldn't mind before you can even collect yourself. somehow, coming over to eleonora always results in you being roped into another scheme of hers.

and just like that, you found yourself on a quiet . . . and awkward walk back to your ranch with the two young men following closely behind you. anxiety bubbled in your stomach, clamping your lips shut to avoid letting the insecure feeling from escaping your lips. the nerves were getting to you with every second that passed by. “s-so, uh– wassup wit y'all ‘round here?” they both walk up to match your pace. “oh, well, ony here prefers to do all the technical shit like– fixin’ cars n’ all'at.” eren shoves his palms into the pockets of his overalls, walking up ahead where he could look back at the two of you while talking, he maintains glances with onyankopon that you just don't seem to understand. “I prefer to stay on the ranch n’ watch the animals– y'got any besides that horsie?” 

“oh– yea i've got m’ horse, mary-lou, two wolfies: bentley n’ buttercup.” a sweet smile stretches on your face, tummy warming a bit. “oh! and I've got names f'all my fish in the pond, my little lambs– oh they're just the cutest! a–and my fluffy cows! they're lovely,” you clasp your hands in excitement, eyes following your footsteps, sputtering happily over the animals. “gosh, n’ I'm tryin’ out a little butterfly area in my front garden, but m’ not the best at it, can’t tame butterflies y’know— they pee on ya’ too! that's fuckin’ crazy,” you reveal with a giggle. as you look up to ask the two a question, you can't help but blush, embarrassingly at that. eren and ony stared at you with pleasant smiles, deeply dimpled too. “oh my, m’ sorry for my ramblin’ how rude of me–”,”no. no, keep talkin’ pretty.” ony's deep voice encourages you and you peer curiously at him: trying to figure him out. he turns away from you licking his lips and spares eren a look before he starts walking again. it urges you both to continue onto the ranch as well, eren shakes his head with a chuckle; he thinks he’s got a handful on his hands. 

“y’got a boyfren’ ‘round here, [  ] ?” eren brushes hair over his shoulders, asking the question calmly whilst maintaining a look up the path, ony’s arm brushed yours as he walked close by. “well– no, what about you?” you melt your lips together before stuttering out,”wait, not– i mean, girlfriend . . . well– i don’t care–!” ony barks out a laugh while eren turns around to give you a bright smile, all three of you burst into giggles. “nah, no girlfren’ or boyfren’, ma’.” ony speaks up gently, “but, uh– me n’ E’ might be lookin’ for a third to make us official, i dunno.” your eyes widen but ony gives a nonchalant shrug, handsome face glowing with a smug smile like he didn't just drop #thebomb on you. it reminded you of his grandmother, you look to eren who’s looking back at you and onyankopon with just a slight grin and your breath catches in your throat. “oh! there’s the ranch just up ahead,” you blurt out and skip past eren, scurrying over to unlatch the gate to your front garden as the two followed you in.

now your heart felt like it could melt. like– like a huge strawberry ready to burst! what did ony’ mean by that?  oh, how you felt like a dizzy little dove. luckily the dogs rushed up to you, excitable and ready to meet the new visitors who they eagerly sniffed. ony’ and eren were happy to roughhouse on sight laughing with the dogs and complimenting the patch of primula's you were trying to grow, the pretty pinki-ish flowers were just beautiful. you lead them through your home, overly conscious about each step you took while they surely eyed every nook and cranny of your decor. “um- y'guys need anything? I've got some snacks . . .”, “nah, we're good,” eren mumbled, sounding obviously distracted by their nosey observations of your living space. you hear the tone of your dryer going off just as you unlatch the netted back door that served as another layer next to the already opened wooden one. 

“holy shit,” ony’ whispered, your organization of the backyard was impeccable. clean and solid fencing around the cows, plants on the left with storage on the other. you left the two to walk out into the cold breeze that passed by as they observe the surroundings and the pile of wood waiting for them; all while you quickly rushed to the laundry room nearby to dislodge your clothing and stuff them into a basket. you hurry back out to join them.

“so, here's one of the other boxes i made,” you gesture to the dirty box filled with planted Spanish thyme, “i know it looks kinda wonky but, hopefully you guys can do better,” you offer an awkward laugh and sit on the back steps, legs crossed. 

eren and onyankopon share a look, then grab some planks bringing them more into your line of view with some of the tools nearby and sitting in the grass. even in your own home, you felt a little out of place. in silence, eren and ony’ shared alot of chemistry you didn't understand. despite this, what ony’ said on the way here never left your mind. “y'guys got alot ‘f experience . . . relationship-wise?” you scratch behind your ear. they worked separately lining up wood and nailing them into place, muscles working diligently. “mm, yea. ‘guess y'can say that ma',” eren glances at ony who hums low and offers you a small smile.

“it's jus’ that– ‘m thinkin’ ‘bout watchu said earlier . . .” you blink, fumbling, “unless that was like a joke ‘r somethin’—”

“i wasn't joking.” onyankopon confirms calmly, his jaw tight. you allow the silence to continue for a few beats, eyes flickering back and forth between the two and your hands petting the dogs that came to lay beside you. “we don't expect ya’ to jus’ trust us like that, missy,” eren offers gently, shoving his curls into a small bun and you nibble your bottom lip. 

ony's brows furrow and he's hammering the last few nails into his box before he speaks up. “how c'n we get to know you ma’? me n’ E’ been . . . chillin’ for over a year. since college, actually, n’ we been watchin’ y'too. w’dont expect you to feel the way we do in 10 minutes or even in a day. let us get t'know you.” you squint a little.

“y'serious?” your chest feels a little hot and you're praying to the gods you don't fuck this up. “c's i don't intend on gettin played wit’ ‘specially not out here, y’hear me?” and you don't mean to raise your voice a little, the sounds just flow out. “hey, hey now,” eren pushes his finished work aside and stands, tugging his overalls up, hands resting on his hips. “we don't got no bad intentions, sugar, chill wit’ us,” and you blink up at him, unmoved.

“m'kay, let's just say i decided to ‘chill’ wit’ y'guys,” you stand up, fold your arms and start, “what exactly are we g'nna do, hm?” you look back and forth between them, not missing the way your buttercup whines on the steps where she lay, evidently fed up with all the chatter. “y'got 3 seconds n’ don't say sex. one,” 

“who said anythin’ ‘bout sex?” ony’ joins you two as he puts the tools down, “two,” “yea, y'better shut that shit up. let's bake sumn together, show us around y'day, hang wit’ us at our ranch, talk about shit. fuck y’mean sex?” you stubbornly stay silent and stare. eren’s jaw bone pokes out with the way he clenches it. “we're not lookin’ for sex. if we wanted sex from you we coulda seduced you a long time ago, sugar,” he shrugs with a smile and you lick your lips, sighing. “okay, ‘m sorry. I’–I'm such a bad host,” you mutter out, “y'all want anything to eat? or some water.” you hear a low ‘okay’ from ony’ so you shuffle away to the kitchen to grab some bottles for them.

you tried to focus on the coldness of the bottles on the way back as a way to cool your temperament. “i moved out here wit’ intention ‘f startin’ fresh n’ shit.” you start, tossing them bottles before plopping yourself beside buttercup who nuzzled her cold nose into your thigh. the two men were sitting once again, evidently having spoken to each other in your absence.

your voice was shaky as you took a deep breath, garnering the courage to speak up for how you felt, “i'm tired of gettin’ dogged out, n’ played wit’ n’ allat bullshit.” you pout.

“‘m not exactly sure how gettin’ involved wit’ two handsom’ fellas is gonna help me figure out to– to i dunno, regulate m’ emotions.” you frown and shove some braids back behind your ear, “s’ like i damn near avoided it– i moved back t’the country damnit.” a sigh, “i cant just figure out how to adore n’ love– people again or if i'mma be able t'dish it out as much as before.”

“you get what i mean?” your ramble ceased as you finally look up from your focus on your knees and look back and forth between ony and eren. ony chuckles softly while eren offers you a smile and speaks up.

“we'll take it slow, you'n gotta ‘love’ anybody yet, mama,” ony nods at his words, “gotta build a friendship wit'chu first, we not playin’ ‘round.” 

♡

a week or so passes in which life goes by as normal. you spend your days busying yourself with gardening and grooming your animals, baking treats and new concoctions. the only exception is eren and onyankopon have somehow easily squeezed themselves into your life.

on your deliveries you hear, “howdy, ma',” they chase across their lawn and hop across the fence to drag you inside and sit you down in the warm house where the two eagerly pester you to try the . . . ‘shrimp alfredo’ they whipped up. 

thus, the two would end up in your kitchen, breathing over your hair whilst you instructed them on the proper technique. “naw, i don’ told E to do all'at,” onyankopon protests. so too do they pester mary-lou and your dogs, roughhousing and giving them baths much to their dismay.

through many experiences you learn, onyankopon isn't particularly fond of being tickled, or of wearing shirts. he stays shirtless almost all twenty-four hours of the day and you can only avert your eyes. eren is obsessed with overalls and has an array of them: gray ones, distressed ones, short ones, and he never buckles them properly.. on the ranch, the two gorgeous white haired horses were named armin and reiner, two friends they shared from college. sparkling like diamonds as you're given the opportunity to ride them each around the boys’ ranch in the golden sun. you'd also learned that the two were sexually . . . fluid, they'd called it. vaguely, they'd mentioned their sex lives and based on what they said you couldn't help but assume they were talking about each other. who else was there out here except you?

“yeeehaw! can't catch up, can'ya’?” eren howls and shouts as he trots across the ranch on his horse, ony lagging behind in the chase. here you sat on a wooden little bench near the steps of ony' and eren's ranch; clad in a simple white cropped tank and blue jeans with a chunky belt, your cream coloured cowboy hat sit pretty atop your head. a pretty calico cat licked at your bare feet and nudged you for pets. 

at this point, you felt yourself slipping. it was obvious by now you'd grown to enjoy each other's company and serious conversations were imminent.

what were we, how will the dynamics work, what would they expect from you? just then you felt a tap to your forehead.

“heya, girlie,” eren squats down before you to grab your attention, “watchu, thinkin’ ‘bout,” ony’ mumbled, toying with a toothpick between his teeth. 

you smack glossy lips together, “jus’. . . ‘bout us three y'know? how- like, where do we go fr'm here huh?” your eyes flutter, cheeks warming. you feel the silence actually, eren and ony’ are doing that stupid thing where they talk to each other with their eyes. 

butterflies flap their wings about, joyous as ever. it makes you smile a little, as you're beginning to grow nervous. “let's talk inside ma’,” onyankopon suggests, stepping past you into the house where eren follows. 

“me n’ ‘ren c'n take care ‘f each other n’ you, know that?” 

you all shuffle onto the dark gray couch in the living space. ony’ and eren's ranch had a deep modern aesthetic. dark oak accents adorned both the outside and inside, complimented by gray and brown shades of furniture. 

“i know that . . . ,” you pout, 

“so wassup,” eren stares you down, the emerald swirl of his eyes warmed your belly yet you couldn't maintain eye contact with him for long, eren just had that kind of stare without realizing it himself.

“‘m g'nna be frank, ion wanna impose on nothin’ y'folks got . . . n’ my past relationships ain't been the best.” you huff and continue, “‘m jus’ puttin’ that out there. i feel like we've been talkin’ for a while n' I'm fond of y'all.” 

“i jus’ don't wanna be the one to mess things up,” you finish in a whisper. 

onyankopon hums low and eren plays with his lip ring, “n’ das’ all, girlie?” he asks and pursed his lips, dimple deepening at that. you give a nod and a small ‘yup’ while intertwining your hands onto your knees that were pressed together. “y’ talk to us, we talk to you, got that? if it's an issue y'got: don't hesitate to let us know,” ony’ iterates.

eren makes a noise of agreement, “y’communicate everythin’ wit us, sugar, we're serious,” and you nod slowly. “‘kay . . . i get that,” your eyes feel a little wet with emotion, ones you're not too sure of yourself.

you were happy to hear them affirming their commitment yet still anxious for the future. regardless, you couldn't help but lurch forward, you grab the back of eren's neck to press a sweet strawberry jelly flavoured kiss to his cheek, leaving a baby pink glossy print on his cheek along with a loud ‘mwah’ as you smiled. similarly, you crawl over his lap to do the same to ony’ who only bit back a grin, gold capped teeth glistening in the light much like the glossed smudge on his face.

♡

inevitably came the days you'd call the ‘honeymoon’ phase in a relationship, except it lasted what felt like forever.

these days you preferred to be cuddled up in your bedroom, legs being warmed by a black, gray and white blanket you were committed to crocheting. with a couple dark, gloomy days where the usual creamy clouds frowned down on you, the animals often retreated to their pens and little beds of hay to seek warmed from stormy weather. buttercup and bently invaded each others personal space in their dog beds down at the living room, you smile a little at the thought.

“yeen gotta be like that, ony’,” you hear eren groan in a mischievous pout as the two men exit your bathroom smelling of your bath soap. onyankopon mumbles something of ‘’s a stupid idea’. you giggle under your breath, hands hard at work weaving and looping the thick yarn for the blanket. 

“ [  ] , watchu’ think, sugar?” eren plops himself onto the bed, “hm?” still fixated on your progress, ony’ huffs from his seat on the ottoman, lotioning his chest and arms then turning back to rub some excess onto eren's foot. “i told ony’, let's take the horses f’ a ride, ma’, he talkin’ bout ‘oh it's rainy’, i think it'll be chill,” he smiles big and winks expecting something of an applause for his great idea of fun.

“ion mind whateva’ y'guys wanna do, jus’ once we shower ‘gain after, ‘fore we get sick,” you shake your head at the thought. ony’ smacks his teeth, “c'mon, don't support him.” 

“what, playin’ in the rain is fun, baby!” you chuckle, eren simply props his head on his palm, enthralled by your meticulous work. regardless, he nods mindlessly in agreement at the discussion.

just like that, cowboy hats and boots were thrown on and you head down to the stables to round up the horses. ony’ and eren raced each other down to them before you could even get a word in. the thought reminded you of buttercup and bently who currently settled and slept with one's head atop the other.

the fresh rain smell hits your nostrils quickly, smelling of the humidity off the grass and pitch of the street. you could audibly hear the wind bristling about the bushes as it cooled your skin. all you wore was a thin white tank top, jeans along with your classic pink-brown boots to match your hat. eren and ony’ warmed up the horses, encouraging mary-lou to shake out her mane and trot a little. onyankopon was seated by reiner, rubbing at his legs to warm him a bit and doing the same to armin. of course, you stare unabashedly, his muscles (unclothed) bulged with each motion, waistline visible amid his jeans.

you stare so much so, that you don't even notice eren come up to your side to press a wet kiss to your neck, he wraps an arm around your shoulders and gives your ear a kiss too, “starin’ at my man, girlie?” he laughs boyishly and you swat him, “dat’s m’ man too, freak,” he gasps falsely at the insult and you speed off to grab the harness for mary-lou; ony’ pretends he didn't hear the bickering and mounts his horse.

“s’ not rainin’ all too much now, see?” eren comments, scooping his hair back into a low bun under his hat. the three of you clicked and clocked through the damp grass and onto the street, letting the drizzle of rain moisten your skin with each speckle. you gnaw at your bottom lip, lost in thought as you trail behind the two men. at the same time, another cold gust would brush past you three, drying your skin again. yet, as you flinch when a particularly large droplet mands on your cheek, the rain picks up again and you smile.

sometimes moments like these felt so good, connecting with nature and taking in the beauty of the weather. it didn't stop you from being distracted, eren's white wife-beater was getting soaked. the tattoos creeping up his side peaked through the material and stared right back at you. you bitr back a groan and cover your warming face with your palms, wiping it clean of rain, while eren and onyankopon fall back on their horses. the peaceful silence with nothing but the ‘tock’ of the horses’  hooves kept your mind wandering. 

now drenched, you could only imagine peeling off these clothes, a strap of your flimsy little tank top blew off your shoulder, and you felt the material sticking to the bulge of your breasts nestled in your black bra that now stood out ten times as much. god, you felt like a fuckin’ pervert. you couldn't even bring yourself to look down at your own chest, feeling scandalized enough. something about thinking of yourself in . . . near erotic situations such as this made your clit thump like a sweet little rabbit's nose.

nonetheless, you ignore it and allow the rocking atop mary-lou as she walks to distract you. onyankopon rides his horse nearer to yours and eren does the same, you gasp under your breath when ony’ nudges you. “wassup,” he murmured, “nothin’ ‘m jus’ distracted.” you comment plainly and eren huffs out a laugh beside you. 

all you do is stare down at mary-lou and pet her mane, the pulse between your legs pushed to the back of your mind. “y'so bad at lyin’, know that?” eren laughs, you blush and groan, “no ‘m not, shut up,” 

“chill, chill,” ony’ whispers, in his stupid, sexy, amazing, deep voice and you let out a big shuddering breath. as you're riding you feel ony's wet bicep brushing against yours. this had to be the end of you.

ony’ reaches an arm behind you, stretching to meanly pinch eren's shoulder. you're not sure what that meant but you didn't care to know. “where we ridin’ to?” you ask, rubbing glossy lips together. “mm, let's jus’ head to me n’ ony's ranch,” 

“kay,” you settle with that, sweet n’ soft.

“wanna race, jaeger?” ony’ slips in lowly, pulling ahead and looking back at you two with his. . . stupid handsome smile, “h- hey now, let's not–” and you're interrupted by shouts, “let's go!” eren pulls off.

you groan softly, hiking up mary-lou’s harness a bit as you begin to gallop behind the two men. the raindrops stung against your skin and you whined trying to catch up to the two and your breaths harsh. with each hard breath you let out you couldn't help but let it bubble up into laughter, you just felt so good. 

you felt giddy, blinking away raindrops that attacked at your eyes and racing past the two men, who yelled and called out to you, “yo, ma’ we gon' catch up,” ony's cowboy hat flies back behind his head, held up by the string beneath his string as he pulls the white horse forward chasing after you.

the three of you speed past grunge fencings and rosey bushes all bowing their heads now from the deluge. your tank top was completely soaked, and you imagine so was eren's when you pulled in the gates of their ranch and headed around back where you could free mary-lou to run around in the fenced horse enclosure.

you sit on the ground and linger near the side of the house by some plants, boots kicking about scattered hay and picking up sticky mud. eren and ony’ pull in the same time, wet chests heaving and eyeing you as they quickly hop off and lead their horses to the enclosure. “you win, watchu want?” eren huffs out, swinging his hat off and tossing it to the side, letting the rain seep into his curls. “hm?” you moan while rain kisses you, “i get a prize?” 

he nods and slumping down against the wall next to you and propping his arm on a plant. you take the time to stare at his pecs . . . light brown nipples peaking through at you. eren catches you staring, it forces you to look away quick and brush a wet braid out of your face just as ony’ arrives.

“yall chillin’?” 

“yea . . . mama's chillin’ alright,” eren smiles up at ony who lays in the grass beside you. “she baskin’ in her– win,” eren laments, reaching forward to tickle you and you bark out laughter lurching at him. his fingers pet your ribcage and you grab eren's shoulders, “what the– fuck! eren!” you squeal and wrangle with him. ony’ sits in the wet dirt beside you guys with his hands resting behind his head, basking in the rain and ignoring the shoves and pushes nudging him.

“i swear t’ god ‘ren, you– ack!” eren flips you on your back and you land hard with your head on ony's thigh while he wrangles your hands above your head. digging your feet in the ground for leverage couldn't help with the mud slipping beneath you. onyankopon only hums in amusement, watching you stop struggling beneath eren, your chests bouncing with gasps of air.

“you . . . y'know that's not fair, eren,” “i know what's not fair, sugar?” he stares you down, grip on your wrists tight with his chest pressing against yours. the swell of your breasts popped out of your tank top, glistening and sticky when it touched his skin. “mmm, you want somethin’?” he sucks his lip rings into his mouth teasing you, eyes wide and glossed over, throat drying. you lick your lips and slip from his grasp, sitting up and leaning your back onto ony's chest. just as you make that decision you swallow hard feeling his wet chest through your thin top. you wipe some wetness off your forehead evidently applying some mud that was on your arm to the spot.

you catch your breath, rubbing dirtied arms onto your shirt to clean them as best you could. you felt filthy but god, your fat little cunt ached laying in the dirt. 

“onyan'” you call out to the man behind you with your eyes trained on eren who simply sits back smiling impishly at you, “yea, sugar?” 

“wan’ m’ prize,” it comes out in a whine.

“yeah? ‘n what's that gon’ be,” he murmurs low in your ear, eren still hears him. you let out a ‘hmph!’ deep in your throat. then, you drag dirty hands against your tank top before peeling it off you and above your head, tossing it into some grass elsewhere.

crawling on your knees, ass arching in ony's direction, you gesture to eren with a finger, “come here, c'mon,” and you grab the back of his neck, kissing up his sweaty wet throat licking and sucking up anything your mouth touched. you press your lips to eren's, cold wet metal between you two when you let his tongue into your mouth, sucking it up when your lips lock hot.

eren groans into your mouth, hand gripping at your ass concealed by your jeans and he falls back into the mud. you reveled in the slick sound of your lips separating from each other, tuning out how soaked your jeans were getting in the rain. the ambient pelting sound on the rooftops only edged you on further, sitting in eren's lap.

“fuck, you're nasty,” eren mumbles against your lips when you pull away for a second, fingers toggling with the buttons on his jeans. he resists a big smile, elbows resting in the muddied dirt to hold himself up while you roughly tug his jeans down a bit. just enough room for you to reach his dick.

“see how she treatin’ me, ony'?” eren wipes rain off his nose, locking heavy-lidded eyes with onyankopon then down at you, “she roughin’ me up ‘cause she won,” he grumbles and you pull his cock out.

eren flinches when his dick is exposed to the rain, tan-brown tip oozing pre mixed with droplets. your knees dug into the mud beneath you, ass arching up. you stare shamelessly at eren's dick, letting the saliva build up about your tongue while you press a few kisses to the tip. his breath shudders above you, leaning his head back for the rain to fall on his face. “c'mon, pretty, do watchu want,” you grip him tight, feeling like your palm could memorize the girth and veins that popped out. then, tugging him up slightly, you slot your mouth in the gap between the bottom of his dick to his balls. sucking on the skin, you let you built up salivation drip down his balls, slurping the heavy sack onto your tongue.

you suck eren's balls into your mouth, swirling your tongue around mounds and his mouth drops open revealing his tongue ring. he grins, giving you a loud shameless groan, he was certainly showing off for ony’ who sit behind you watching. “suck it like dat, yea,” eren mumbles to you, licking the rainwater off his lips. he lets you have your way a bit more, focused on your features: the way the rain made your eyelashes clump together, the droplets sliding down your nose, to the spitty goop around your mouth all over his balls.

“c'mon, c'mon,” he pulls your mouth off him with a hand gripping the base of your hair, licking the splittle off your chin then kissing it into your mouth and swallowing your whines. “y' fuckin’ nasty, jaeger,” onyankopon mutters lowly behind you and eren bites back a smile. “filthy ass, take that shit off,” you up off your knees, flopping back on your ass where you fiddle with the buttons on your jeans. 

your cheeks burned, both eren and ony's eyes grilled into you and everywhere you touched got streaks of mud in it after having your hands dig into the sopping ground. on your arms, your boobs, eren's shirt. slowly, you shucked your jeans down, slipping them past your ankles along with your boots. your panties were stuck up your ass when you sit in some wet patches of dirty hay, tossing the jeans aside realizing you wore significantly less than the other two men with rain beating all over you.

eren and ony’ share a look then eren's the first to lurch forward gripping your legs with his muddied hands, pushing you back to lay in the dirt and kissing about the clear parts of your belly. he nips at the swell of your breasts in your bra, sucking and kissing wherever he saw fit. “er– eren,” he's prying your legs apart, pushing them ‘till your knees were besides your ears. “eren, stop–,” then he's plucking your panties out your ass and sliding them up your thighs, he stretches the thin little things beyond repair to sling them off your ankles. “what the fuck,” you whisper, eren's fucking unreachable n’ you're both staring at your fat puffy cunt. he takes a second to look to the side at ony’ before returning his attention to your pussy, sprinkles of water sliding down, yet the blubber of slick collected between your lips was noticeable.

the pretty thing was so fat your hardened clit could barely peak through. eren dips his tongue deep, digging at your hole then dragging his tongue through your folds illiciting a low gasp. the cold metal bar in his tongue nudged at your clit. he curled his tongue around the bundle of nerves, giving it a few flicks before spitting and licking another strop up your cunt. “feels– fuckin’ good, eren, oh,” you whimper, his gentle motions paired with the ambient beating of rain against your skin had you on a high. he shakes his head side in your cunt, arousal making sticky strings beside his cheeks as his nose nudges the fat of your pussy. “holy shit,” you press your head into the soft ground beneath you, eyelids fluttering shut when eren suckles softly on your clit. you hum and moan, licking your lips and feeling your head spin, “‘ren . . . oh my god,” he slurps noisily suctioning his mouth over your pussy, sucking hard over and over and over again relishing in the throb of your clit against his tongue.

“he knows, baby,” ony’ murmurs and your mouth drops open with a loud moan, his voice just did something for you. you felt the muscles in your legs twitch, itching to close them with each swipe of eren's tongue and swirling pleasure in your tummy. your hands dig into the dirt behind you, legs quivering.

“tastes fuckin’ good don't it?” he's mumbling and eren's groans into your pussy sends shockwaves against your clit, he nods vigorously. “ohh– shit,” you sit up on your elbows digging in the mud, hair soaked and heavy and your legs only spread wider; your eyes trained on eren's tongue making sloppy circles around the fat mound in your pussy.

eager, you slip your hands into eren's wet curls, stuffing his face into your cunt, “eren, eren– yea-ah!” his groans rumble in his throat and here came the fucking waterworks. your climax comes hard along with several slick kisses to your clit, beads of sweat and rain slipping down between a furrowed brow and a guttural moan ripping from your throat.

eren's mouth releases its latch onto you, your legs flopping into puddles of dirt beneath you. “prepped her f'you,” eren licks his lips and looks to onyankopon who sits there with a fat bulge beneath his jeans although unbuttoned.

“mm yeah?,” you both shuffle over to the wet patch of hay ony’ sat in, slightly less soaked albeit equally as muddy.

onyankopon gestures to eren with two fingers as he lifts himself up, brushing water from his face and allowing eren to take a seat against the wall. your eyes flicker between them, sitting with your butt resting on the heels of your feet feeling exposed. it doesn't help that eren reaches behind you to unhook your bra, your cheeks feel hot. nevertheless, you slip them off your arms.

onyankopon shucks down his jeans just below his ass,  “ [  ], come right here,” walking on your knees you shuffle forward to ony’ who puts a hand above the swell of your ass, pressing his bare chest to yours. ony's gaze is something serious, he bends his neck and clasps his lips to yours. it's slow, methodical and hot. onyankopon breathes deep and groans into your mouth. your body goes limp a little: drooping in his grasp and relaxing against his body as his tongue gently guided yours against his own. “mhm, okay . . . okay,” he presses a few kisses to your lips with a squeeze around your throat as he weans you off his mouth.

“turn ‘round,”

you whine, “w'nna look at'chu,” 

ony's unmoved, he swallows, “look at ‘ren, baby,” and he guides you as you turn in the slippery mud to arch your ass up to him, his palm glides down the small of your back deepening that arch while your head rests on your folded arms before you. the position makes it hard for you to focus properly on eren, you peep at him through your eyelashes.

your cunt is sticky, swollen lips bound together by the white film of your arousal after the orgasm eren gave you, and you feel ony's hands kneading your ass. he spreads them, watching your pussy lightly spread open with it. you hear his belt buckle jingle slightly as his hands continue to massage your back right along with the downpour. ony’ grips his cock in his hands, tugging the thick thing lightly a couple times. he catches eren staring as he pumps it harshly before pressing the fat tip against you. 

“fuuuck,” ony’ slaps his cockhead at your entrance letting it get coated by your arousal before slipping the first inch in slowly and already you're speechless. “holy– shit,” your cunt stretched to accommodate the girth and ony’ grips the curve of your back for leverage, letting out a guttural groan while slowly inching into you. 

he sits in it for a moment, allowing you just a moment to familiarize yourself with the fat pipe he just lay in you; then, he's pulling out slowly and pushing in again and you whine. “what the fuck,” you feel ony’ lean his weight over you, and you gasp as he starts smacking his hips to your ass.

paired with the wetness of the rain, his hips leave a stinging slap against you and you're faltering with your tits mushed against the mud. eren left your pussy sloppy, your cunt whipping up loads of cream slick around ony's cock and your mouth is just ajar. jaw tightening with shallow, whiny moans cascading past your lips, ‘ah's and ‘oh's are all the men hear. “mm, ony’,” you try to murmur, body giving way fully to the mud beneath and ony's grip on your tightens,”watchu’ want, hm',” he grumbles.

oh how he knows nothing of the way your clit throbs everytime his heavy balls slap against your cunt.

“wan'— wan’ it deeper, please,” and you gasp hard when ony’s hand comes up to your ass, digging his thumb into the curled rim of your butt before bringing a foot to the ground for leverage; his ankle beside your ear, you eagerly grab onto it. “got fuckin’ good manners, don't she?” he grunts out, and the other man nods. 

onyankopon gives you two warning strokes, pressing his cock to the hilt and curling his thumb inside your ass and you feel overwhelmed. then, you gasp in a loud sob  as ony’ starts drilling his cock deeper into you, his hips smack you hard and his weight presses you everytime he drives his cock in. “fuck, fuck–,” you're squealing, hands draw digs into the mud as you can't help but writhe against the mud. “feel good?” you all but whine in response, “feel fuckin' good?” “ye- yes!” you mewl out. ony’s muscles contract and you can see it in his leg, intent on keeping you from sliding away from him under the soaked muddy slop.

the noises are . . . obscene. pornographic bursts of air shooting out amidst the stirring up of your melting cunt and your cheeks burn with embarrassment along with fresh tears streaming but you're breathless. “so fuckin’ loud,” ony’ mumurs,  his lips curling into a smile when he hears the noises you make.

“m’– fuck, m’ sorry,” you weep and your walls squeeze ony’ tight. you feel a glob of slick collect at the tippy top of your cunt, the fat bulge of your clit and stickily drip down onto the ground with each rock of your bodies. “takin’ m'shit fuckin’ good, sugar,” onyankopon drawls low and you sob.

you hear him whistle above you and with  a quickness eren's pants come into view. he sits, legs spread with his groin in line with your face against the ground. he scoots forward enough so he can lift your head and replace the mud beneath your nose with the musk of his balls. “‘ren, ‘ren, ren,” you're chanting, itching for your orgasm approaching with each quick and sloppy drag of cock in you. “m” right here, girlie,” ony's pummeling you from behind and your drooly mouth now has eren's pretty tanned cock slapping against it. “holy– fuck, hng- shit,” you mutter out before you're latching your lips onto eren's tip, inviting him into your mouth. he controls it, gripping your braids and rocking your head onto his dick.

“c'mon, c'mon, takin’ that shit s'fuckin’ good,” eren praises when he starts to snap his hips into your mouth, matching ony's strokes. he strokes your soaked hair gently, juxtaposing the nasty aggression each rock of his hips brought. you gagged, muffled, globs of spit streaking down your chin as you relaxed your throat for eren's dick. in the same way, you're making a mess on ony's cock, coating his length in hot creamy release that trickled down your own cunt. “she's fuckin’ creamin' on it, E',” and you moan when eren laughs cruelly above you, “cream on y’fuckin’ cock, ma’,” he grunts.

each drag of cock against the ridges of your cunt, the slosh of your mouth had you moaning in a frenzy. “was’ ya’ problem, huh?” eren groans out, and onyankopon knows exactly what your problem is.

“mama's bout to fuckin’ nut, huh?” he can feel the extra squeeze around his cock and rolls his neck to let some rain coat his face and distract him from his own ache. they listen to how you squeal around eren's cock, hands grabbing at his jeans and ony’ pumps his thumb into your ass consistency. 

“mmm, fuck,” onyankopon hums, angling himself so the curve of his cock digs at you just right, and he smiles: satisfied when you start to squirm and fuss beneath him. eren pulls you off and you sob, coughing a little to clear your larynx. you whimper as eren all but ruts against your face. “keep her right fuckin’ there,” ony’ groans and you grasp onto eren's jeans, cunt twitching with each movement yet eren forces your shoulders back to keep your body where ony’ wants you: daggering his cock into you with a forcefull quickness that eren's rutting mimics. 

“ohmygod, oh!” you blubber out, chanting ‘shit, shit, shit's

“gon’ leave you fuckin’ gapin’, quit playin’,” and you weep.

your hips twitch and you feel the knot in your stomach stiffening, “wan’ you're cum, want y'all's c–cum, fuckkk,” wail into eren's skin and take his cock back into your mouth just as your cunt spurts and your ears feel clogged from the rush of blood to your abdomen. “take it, take it, take that cum, baby,” eren groans. you felt light-headed, stars twinkling at you around the edges of your vision as your eyes rolled and soon you were forced to blink away the brain fog to swallow the thick loads eren gushes into your mouth. 

he whines, unabashedly and onyankopon gives you a couple more strokes before his cock is digging into you to bury his surge of cum into you with a hiss.

eren falls back, letting you catch your breath and stroking rain away from your face. ony’ pulls out quick before you start to get sore, giving your cunt a few wet slaps before eren's pulling your limp aching body onto him to give you some relief. “gotchu’, gotchu’.” he consoles.

“c'mon, E,” ony’ rushes, “huh?”

“gotta’ get out the fuckin’ rain,” he puffs out a laugh before he's lifting you off eren. they both try not to slip in the mud, hurrying off into the ranch for long hot showers.

And now you’re naked between them, covered in marks you don’t even remember getting, and your body is still humming from whatever the hell the three of you did.

“Morning already?” Shoko’s voice is raspy, sleepy, right against your ear. She doesn’t move her head, just presses a lazy kiss to the side of your neck like it’s the most normal thing in the world. “You were so cute last night. All whiny and desperate.”

Your face burns. “Shut up,” you mutter, you try to sit up, only for Hange’s arm to tighten around you.

Hange makes a pleased sound and nuzzles closer, lips brushing your shoulder. “Mmm, don’t move yet. You feel too good right here.” Their hand slides up, palm cupping one of your breasts like they own it, thumb lazily circling your already hard nipple. “God, you were loud. Kept begging for more even when you were shaking.”

You shove at their wrist, but there’s no real force behind it. Your body still remembers the feeling too clearly: hands everywhere, mouths on your skin, the way they worked together like they’d done this before. The way you came so hard you saw stars and probably screamed both their names.

“I don’t… I don’t remember much,” you admit, hating how small you sound. “Just that it felt… really fucking good.”

Shoko chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against your neck. She lifts her head just enough to look at you, brown eyes half-lidded and amused. “Of course it did. You came three times on Hange’s fingers alone before I even got my mouth on you. Then you rode my face like you were trying to break the bed.” She smirks. “You hate us so much, but your pussy didn’t get the memo.”

Hange laughs, bright and loud even though it’s barely morning. They prop themselves up on one elbow, messy hair falling into their face as they grin down at you. “She kept saying ‘I hate you both’ right until she was crying from how good it felt. It was adorable.” Their free hand trails down your stomach, fingertips brushing the sensitive skin just above where you’re still sore. “Want me to remind you? I can be gentle this time.”

You slap their hand away, but your thighs press together on instinct. “Don’t. This was a mistake. I was drunk, you two are… you two.”

Shoko just hums, nipping at your earlobe. “Drunk enough to beg us to fuck you together, but not drunk enough to forget how many times you said ‘please’.” She shifts, pressing her body flush against your side, one hand sliding down to rest on your hip. “And look at you now. Still wet just thinking about it.”

You hate that she’s right. Your body is already reacting again, nipples tight, pussy soaked despite the headache and the mortification.

Hange leans in, kissing the corner of your mouth, voice dropping into something softer but still teasing. “We can pretend it never happened if you want. Or…” Their fingers trace lazy circles on your thigh. “We can do it again while you’re sober. See if you still hate us when I eat you out and Shoko’s sitting on your face.”

Your breath catches, you should push them both off, you should grab your clothes (wherever they are) and get the hell out of here. But the way they’re both touching you, the memories flickering back in flashes: Hange’s eager mouth between your legs while Shoko kissed you stupid, the way they laughed when you came so hard you couldn’t speak…

“I… I need a minute,” you whisper, voice shaky.

Shoko smiles against your skin. “Take all the minutes you need, baby. We’re not going anywhere.”

Hange just grins wider, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. “Yeah. And next time you wake up between us, maybe you’ll remember every single second of how good we made you feel.”

You close your eyes, trying to ignore how your body is already betraying you again, thighs slick and heart racing. You hate them. You really, really do. But you don’t get up, before you can think if it’s a good decision or not, you lean into Hange’s touch, letting their hand roam your body, testing how your body reacts to them. 

“You’re sensitive, right?” Hange asks, pinching your poor nipple before soothing the pain with her tongue. You whimper in response, nodding a little and turning your face to Shoko, who’s just watching the scene. “It’s alright, we’ll be gentle.”

“Talk about you,” Shoko adds. “I love seeing her dumb and fucked out. Look, can’t even pretend she hates it.”

You try to glare at her, but it comes out more like a pathetic little pout. “Shut up, Shoko…”

She just smirks and grabs your chin with two fingers, forcing you to look at her. “Make me.”

Before you can snap back, Hange’s hand slides down between your legs. Their fingers are careful, tracing through your folds like they’re memorizing every inch. You’re embarrassingly wet already and Hange lets out a delighted sound when they feel it.

“So slick for us,” Hange whispers, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. Two fingers slide inside you slowly, stretching you just right. They curl gently, stroking that spot that makes your thighs shake. “That’s it… just relax for me.”

You moan before you can stop it, back arching a little into their touch. Hange keeps the pace slow and sweet, fucking you with steady thrusts while their thumb brushes your clit in lazy circles.

Shoko watches for a second longer, then leans in close. “Open your mouth.”

You hesitate, breath hitching. She narrows her eyes. “I said open.”

Your lips part on instinct. Shoko pushes two fingers past them, pressing down on your tongue. She slides them deeper, to the back of your throat and you gag softly around them.

“Good girl,” she says, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “Suck.”

“Mmph!” You do, hollowing your cheeks, tongue swirling around her fingers while Hange keeps fingering you. The contrast is dizzying. Hange’s touch is so soft and caring, crooning quiet praises against your neck. “You’re doing so well, darling… taking my fingers so nicely. Feel how wet you are? All for us.”

Shoko twists her fingers in your mouth, pushing them in and out slowly. “Look at you. Hating us all year and now you’re drooling on my fingers like a desperate slut.” She pulls them out for a second, strings of spit connecting them to your lips, then spits directly into your open mouth. The warm spit lands on your tongue and she immediately pushes her fingers back in, spreading it around. “Swallow.”

You do, whimpering around her digits. The humiliation burns hot in your chest, but it only makes you wetter. Hange feels it and moans softly, speeding up their fingers just a little.

“She likes that,” Hange says happily, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “Her pussy just clenched so hard around me.”

“Of course she does,” Shoko sneers, spitting into your mouth again before feeding you her fingers once more. “She acts all tough but she’s just a needy hole who wants to be used by the girls she pretends to hate.”

Hange nuzzles your neck, still fingering you with that gentle, perfect rhythm. “Don’t listen to her too much, okay? You’re so pretty like this… so good for us.” Their thumb keeps rubbing your clit in soft circles, building the pleasure higher and higher while Shoko keeps fucking your mouth with her fingers, occasionally pulling back to spit on your tongue again.

“F-fuck, Hange… Hange please nghh” 

You’re shaking between them, moans muffled around Shoko’s digits, hips rocking weakly to meet Hange’s hand. Every time Shoko spits, you feel yourself clench harder around Hange’s fingers. The mix of Hange’s soft care and Shoko’s mean words is driving you insane.

Hange kisses your cheek tenderly. “You can come whenever you want, sweetheart. We’ve got you.”

Shoko laughs low and cruel, pushing her fingers deeper into your throat. “Yeah. Come on our fingers like the pathetic little bitch you are. We both know you’re dying to.”

Your eyes water, but you can’t stop the building heat. Hange’s fingers curl just right, Shoko’s spit-slick fingers keep sliding over your tongue and you’re trapped between soft praise and sharp degradation. You hate them. You hate how good it feels.

“M’close! S’close ah!” You’re shaking hard, back arched off the bed as the orgasm crashes closer. Your hand weakly pushes at Hange’s wrist, but they just keep going, fingers curling deep inside you with that same gentle but steady rhythm.

“Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” Hange murmurs right against your ear, voice so soft and sweet it makes your pussy ache. “You’re doing so good for me. I’ve got you, I promise.”

Before you can even catch your breath, Shoko yanks her fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop, strings of spit dripping down your chin. She wipes them on your cheek like it’s nothing, then suddenly moves, shoving one of your legs up and out of the way.

“Enough of that soft shit,” she says. “My turn.”

She climbs between your thighs fast, lining her wet pussy right up against yours. The second her slick folds slide against you, you gasp. Shoko doesn’t wait. She grabs your hips hard, nails digging in and starts scissoring you with rough rolls of her hips. The friction is brutal and perfect at the same time. Her clit drags hard against yours with every snap, wet sounds filling the room as she grinds down without mercy. It’s so much harder than Hange’s gentle fingers.

“F-fuck… Ah! Shoko!” you cry out.

“Yeah? That’s what I thought,” Shoko sneers, hips slamming against you harder. “Look at you, this sloppy little cunt is dripping all over me.” She grinds in tight circles, making sure your clits rub together with every move. “Bet you’ve been fantasizing about this while you were busy hating us, huh?”

Hange stays right by your side, one arm wrapped around your shoulders to keep you close. Their free hand cups your breast, squeezing gently before rolling your nipple between their fingers. “You’re so beautiful right now… taking everything she gives you. Such a good girl.”

You moan loudly, the mix of Shoko’s rough scissoring and Hange’s sweet touches making your head spin. Hange leans in and kisses you, tongue sliding against yours while their thumb keeps playing with your nipple, pinching and tugging just enough to make you whimper into their mouth.

Shoko laughs breathlessly, never slowing down. She fucks you harder, hips snapping so the wet slap of skin on skin echoes. “Fuck, you’re soaking me. Feel that? That’s how much your body wants this even if your stupid mouth keeps saying you hate us.”

Hange pulls back from the kiss just enough to speak, lips brushing yours. “You’re doing amazing, darling. Look how pretty you sound when you moan like that.” They kiss you again, softer this time, while their hand keeps massaging your tits, switching from one to the other, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples in slow circles.

You can’t think straight. Shoko is scissoring you so hard it almost hurts, her clit grinding relentlessly against yours, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through your whole body with every rough thrust. Your hips jerk up to meet her on instinct, chasing more of that brutal friction.

“Shit, too much, t-too much ah!” you gasp, but your legs spread wider anyway.

“Too much?” Shoko mocks, leaning down to bite your shoulder. “Then why are you fucking yourself back on me like a desperate whore?” She speeds up even more, grinding down with mean snaps of her hips that make your clit throb.

Hange kisses your cheek, then your jaw, then down to your neck. “It’s okay if it’s a lot, sweetheart. You can take it, mm? You’re so strong and so pretty when you let go for us.” Their mouth finds your nipple again, sucking gently while their fingers keep playing with the other one, soft and loving like they’re trying to balance out Shoko’s roughness.

You’re crying out with every hard grind from Shoko, body trembling between them. The pleasure is building so fast it scares you. Hange’s gentle kisses and praises keep melting you while Shoko’s mean words and brutal scissoring push you right to the edge.

“Come on,” Shoko growls, hips slamming harder. “Cum for me, you pathetic slut. Make a mess all over my pussy.”

Hange nuzzles your temple, voice warm and encouraging. “Whenever you’re ready, baby.”

Your whole body locks up, a broken moan ripping from your throat as the orgasm hits you like a wave. You shake violently between them, pussy pulsing hard against Shoko’s as you cum, slick coating both of you.

Shoko doesn’t stop scissoring you through it, riding out every twitch and whimper with that same rough pace. “That’s it. Good little bitch. Look at you soaking the sheets.”

Hange keeps kissing you through the whole thing, soft little pecks on your lips, your cheeks and your forehead, while their hands stay gentle on your tits. “There you go… such a good girl. I’m so proud of you. You did so well.”

You’re panting and wrecked when it finally starts to fade, body limp and trembling. Shoko slows her hips but doesn’t pull away completely, still grinding slow and lazy against your oversensitive clit.

Hange smiles down at you, brushing sweaty hair from your face. “See? You’re okay. We’ve got you.”

Shoko smirks, voice still mean but a little breathless. “Pathetic how fast you came. But cute.”

You can only whimper, caught between hating them and already wanting more. Your whole body feels heavy and way too sensitive. Shoko finally slows her hips, giving one last lazy grind against your soaked pussy before she pulls back with a wet sound that makes your face burn.

“Fuck… that was messy,” she mutters, but her voice isn’t as sharp as before. She flops down on your other side, chest rising and falling fast with a thin sheen of sweat on her skin.

Hange is already moving, gentle as ever. They press soft kisses all over your face, little pecks on your forehead and the tip of your nose. “You did so good, sweetheart,” they whisper. “So pretty when you let go like that. I’m really proud of you.”

You whimper quietly, eyes still half-closed. Your thighs are trembling and sticky, and the ache between your legs is deep now, but in a good way. Hange notices right away. They reach over to the nightstand and grab a bottle of water that must have been left there last night.

“Here, drink a little,” they say softly, helping you lift your head. You take small sips, the cool water soothing your dry throat. Hange wipes the corner of your mouth with their thumb when a drop escapes. “Good girl. Just like that.”

Shoko watches the whole thing with that lazy smirk, but she doesn’t say anything mean this time. Instead she rolls onto her side and reaches for the blanket that got kicked to the foot of the bed. She pulls it up over the three of you, tucking it around your shoulders with surprising care.

“Don’t get used to this soft shit,” she says, but there’s no bite in it. She scoots closer anyway, pressing her body against your back so you’re sandwiched between them again, this time all warm and safe. 

Hange smiles at her over your shoulder, then turns back to you. “You okay? Not too sore?” Their hand slides down gently, not between your legs, just resting on your hip, thumb rubbing slow circles into your skin. “If anything hurts, tell me. I can get a warm cloth or something.”

You shake your head a little. “I’m… fine. Just tired. And kinda embarrassed still.”

Shoko snorts softly against the back of your neck. “Embarrassed? After you came so hard you almost cried? Cute.” But then she presses a kiss right below your ear, surprisingly gentle. “You were hot though. Really hot.”

Hange chuckles quietly and leans in to kiss your lips, no tongue this time. “Don’t be embarrassed, darling. We loved every second, you were perfect.” They pull back and brush your sweaty hair away from your face. “Want me to rub your back a little? Or just cuddle? Whatever you need.”

The warm and safe feeling from a minute ago is already slipping away. Your skin feels sticky and used, your thighs still slick and every little ache between your legs reminds you exactly what just happened. You feel dirty. Really dirty. Like you let the two people you’ve spent months complaining about turn you into something pathetic and needy. Your stomach twists. You shift uncomfortably under the blanket, trying to pull away a little, but Hange’s arm is still draped over you and Shoko’s body is pressed close against your back.

“I… I feel gross,” you whisper, voice cracking. You can’t even look at them. “This was so stupid. I let you both… and now I just feel dirty. Like I shouldn’t have done any of that.”

The words hang in the air for a second. Hange sits up a bit, their messy hair falling into their eyes as they look down at you with a worried expression. “Hey, hey, no. Come here, sweetheart.” They gently pull you closer, wrapping both arms around you so your head rests against their chest. Their hand strokes your hair in soothing motions. “You’re not dirty at all. Not even a little. You were beautiful. You let yourself feel good, that’s all. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

You shake your head against their skin, eyes stinging. “But it’s you two. I’ve hated you both for so long and then I just… spread my legs and let you fuck me like that. I feel cheap.”

Shoko lets out a quiet sigh from behind you. She doesn’t move away. Instead she slides her arm tighter around your waist, her chin resting on your shoulder. Her voice is still a little raspy, but the mean edge is gone. 

“You’re not cheap. Stop that shit right now.” She presses a kiss to the side of your neck, surprisingly soft. “Yeah, we’ve been assholes to each other all year. But last night? This morning? That wasn’t you being pathetic. That was you finally letting go with people who wanted you just as bad.”

You sniffle, still feeling that gross twist in your chest. “I came so hard I couldn’t even think straight… while you were calling me a slut and spitting in my mouth. God, I let you do all that.”

Hange cups your face with both hands, tilting it up so you have to look at them. Their eyes are warm and serious, no teasing grin this time. “Listen to me, okay? You didn’t ‘let’ us do anything you didn’t want. Every moan, every time you pushed back against us, every ‘please’… that was you choosing it. And it was hot as hell, but more than that, it was honest. You’re allowed to want things that feel dirty. It doesn’t make you bad or gross. It just makes you human.”

Shoko’s fingers trace slow circles on your stomach under the blanket. “And for the record,” she says quietly, “I only call you that stuff because I know you like it. Not because I think less of you. If it ever stops feeling good, I’ll shut up. But don’t lie there feeling ashamed like you did something wrong. You looked fucking incredible falling apart between us.”

You bite your lip, tears threatening to spill. “I just… I don’t know how to feel normal after this. My body still feels all… used.”

Hange kisses your forehead, then your temple, then the corner of your eye where a tear almost falls. “Then let us help you feel clean again. We can take a shower together if you want. Or I can run a bath. Shoko’ll wash your hair and I’ll massage your shoulders, whatever you need. We want to take care of you.”

Shoko nods against your shoulder. “You’re not gross, idiot. You’re just a girl who came really hard with two people who are crazy about her. That’s not dirty. That’s lucky.”

Hange smiles gently and presses another kiss to your lips. “We’ve got you. Both of us. You don’t have to figure everything out right now. Just let us hold you a little longer, okay? You’re safe here. And you’re wanted exactly like this.”

You stay quiet for a moment, letting their words sink in. The gross feeling is still there, but it’s smaller now, pushed back by Hange’s warm hands in your hair and Shoko’s steady arm around your waist.

“…Okay,” you finally mumble, voice small. “Maybe the shower sounds nice.”

Hange’s face lights up with that bright, gentle smile. “Yeah? Then let’s go. I’ll make the water just how you like it.”

Shoko gives your waist one last squeeze before sitting up. “I’ll change the sheets so you have something clean to come back to. We can talk about it more later, or fuck it out, whatever you prefer.”

You let out a watery laugh despite yourself. Hange helps you sit up, keeping an arm around you the whole time and Shoko leans in to press a surprisingly tender kiss to your cheek.

After that fateful night, Neteyam found you wandering through the forest all by yourself—your stomach growling, your body covered in bruises and scratches from the dangerous flora and fauna surrounding you. Neteyam assured himself that you simply could not take care of yourself, such a tiny human, so fragile and weak compared to his own strength. He told himself he was being kind by allowing you to trail behind him, hurriedly clinging to him as if he were the only thing keeping you alive—which he was. Without him, he was certain you wouldn’t last a single day in the forest.

From the very first moment he saw you, he could sense that you were different. Unlike the other aliens your scent did not repulse him; instead, it was pleasant—unbearably so—like that of an omega. The moment he laid eyes on you, he knew he had to have you, that Eywa had crossed your paths so you could become the future olo’eyktan’s bride. He imagined you as the pretty thing seated on his lap, clinging to him as he gave orders to his people. As the son of Toruk Makto, he carried great responsibility, so it was only right that he have one thing—one thing he could selfishly claim as his own.

Now you stood trembling like a leaf as two Na’vi women dressed you accordingly. The scraps you had worn annoyed him immensely, hiding your figure when you should instead be adorned in beautiful beads and stones of his choosing. You looked at Neteyam with wide eyes; he was the only one you knew in this frightening place. Having lived your entire life in the RDA compound with your father, a scientist, you had always yearned for more—beyond the gray, sterile walls. Living such a monotonous life with no end in sight, you had decided to escape. Just once, you told yourself. You would sneak out, explore your surroundings, see the beauty of the outside world—just for a moment. Then you would return behind the gates and forget it ever happened.

What was meant to be a brief outing turned into hours as you immediately became lost in the vast jungle of Pandora. Every turn you took felt wrong, danger lurking at every step. Your skin was scratched by sharp thorns, your head dizzy with hunger, and your legs aching from hours of walking. Eventually, you sat beneath a tree to rest for a few minutes before resuming your search for the outpost.

The sound of rustling leaves woke you. Seeing a human so deep in the forest while on a hunt was unexpected for Neteyam. Since childhood, his mother had warned him of the danger of humans—how they had destroyed their planet, how they were monsters. He raised his bow, ready to shoot, until your scent reached him. It drove him nearly mad. No Na’vi woman had ever smelled like this before. Was it possible? Could you be an omega? It went against everything he had ever known—humans couldn’t be omegas. Yet the scent only drew him closer. Before he realized it, he was lowering his bow and walking toward you.

Your eyes snapped open, freezing in fear at the sight of the blue creature approaching. You had never seen a Na’vi in person, only heard of them through your father and his colleagues. You knew this was their planet, that this was not your home, but the sight was still shocking. Despite the differences in his appearance, you could tell he was beautiful—strong, lean, adorned with beaded braids and blue skin. You were mesmerized by the figure before you.

“Don’t run away, yawne,” he said in a thick accent. Neteyam hadn’t spoken English since childhood—the forgotten language of his father’s people. Your scent grew stronger as he approached, the alpha within him aching to bury his face in your neck and scent you. Resisting the urge was nearly impossible.

“Hey, yawne, come here, sweetheart.”

For reasons you couldn’t explain, you felt compelled to listen. Your body told you that you would be safe with him. Against your better judgment, you stepped toward him, freezing once more when he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into your shoulder and inhaling deeply. The scent drove him mad. He was absolutely certain—you were his mate, chosen by Eywa to be his beloved. He couldn’t believe that such a tiny human was meant to be his. You were undeniably beautiful, with wide doe eyes staring up at him.

He needed you to be his.

Every detail was etched into his memory—the way your wide eyes stared up at him, the way your chest rose rapidly, the plump pout of your lips as you looked at him.

“What are you doing here, little human?” His voice was husky, full of restraint as he forced himself to stay still instead of acting on instinct there on the forest floor.

“I… I got lost. I can’t find my way back home.” You stared at him with those damn doe eyes, and for a moment, he almost felt bad for you.

Your words brought a smile to his face. By Eywa, you were adorable if you truly believed he would ever let you go back to those people—no, those monsters.

“Hm… it’s getting late, sevin. Why don’t you come back to my village, and in the morning I’ll take you back to your home myself.”

You immediately nodded at his words. One more second in these woods would drive you insane. Your father would surely kill you for sneaking out of the outposts, but you’d rather be grounded for a month than eaten by one of the animals in this forest.

Neteyam smiled softly, as if he could hear your thoughts—the gears turning in your head.

“My name is Neteyam, yawne. Come here, pretty. Climb onto my back—we’re never going to make it to camp if we walk.”

You felt absolutely ridiculous in your new attire, your warm sweater and pants replaced by a loincloth and simple beads that barely covered your breasts. Neteyam had insisted that, even if it was only for one night, you absolutely had to wear his culture’s traditional clothing. Though doubtful, you hesitantly agreed. It was just for one night, and you were going to be sleeping the entire time anyway, so what was the harm?

Neteyam couldn’t believe his eyes. You looked utterly ethereal, like one of his own kind, as if you were meant to be there with him. He could already envision your future—riding his ikran together, swimming in the river. He had waited so long for his mate. He had convinced you to sleep in his tent, wanting to be sure he could protect you from any creatures or Na’vi who might wish to harm you. You believed him immediately, praising him for his brilliant idea as you tugged at the edges of his loincloth, urging him to take you to his tent and away from the unfamiliar world you faced.

You were certain you could trust Teyam. He had saved you—you probably wouldn’t even be alive if it weren’t for him. So what if he said he wanted to hold you while he slept, his face buried in the crook of your neck? Sleeping close to another was likely part of his culture. He wouldn’t have any other intentions… right?

After making sure you had fallen asleep, Neteyam softly began lapping his tongue at your neck. Dear Eywa, your skin was so soft, so supple—one wrong move and he could break you. Grasping your hand within his own, he groaned at their difference in their size. Could you even take all of him? You had to, for you were his mate, destined to bond with him. His hands began to roam your stomach, he wouldn't go far today, he told himself. Just a little more... His hands went higher, slipping beneath the beads covering your chest to graze your nipples, earning a startled gasp from your slumbering form.

Even in your light sleep, your body responded to his touches. He could feel his desire growing, his clothed cock hardening and rubbing against your back as his tongue lavished the spot where he would soon mark you as his own. His hands found your breasts, grasping and kneading the soft flesh as you began to stir from your light sleep at the feeling of Neteyam's caresses. "’Teyam? What... what are you doing?" you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep.

Your eyes were blurry with sleep and your mind was foggy, not understanding the situation you were in. "Shhh, stay still Yawne," Neteyam breathed, his voice thick with lust. "Let me take care of you, okay? Don't worry, Sevin, I'll handle everything." His mind was clearly consumed by lust, rational thought clouded by his desire. One of his roaming hands left your chest to slip beneath your loincloth, palming your supple mound.

"Wait - ah... wait, Neteyam," you whimpered, but your protests fell on deaf ears. His fingers found your clit, circling the sensitive nub with a torturously slow rhythm. Soft, breathy moans escaped your lips as he stoked the fires of your own desire. "Shhh, it's okay, little human," he soothed, "I've got you. You won't ever need to be with the sky people again." Lost in a haze of sensation, your mind couldn't grasp the ominous implications in his words.

Neteyam's finger pushed forward, breaching your tight opening. He would need to train your tiny hole to accept him, he thought, if you could barely take a single digit. How was he supposed to fit inside you? Your body writhed with pleasure, back arching as he curled his finger. Your body squirmed and shuddered with ecstasy as Neteyam's finger curled inside you, stroking that sweet spot within you. "That's it, Yawne," he praised, his voice a low, approving growl. "You're doing so well, baby. You can another finger for me, okay?" He didn't wait for a response before adding a second digit, stretching you even further.

The initial pain was sharp but fleeting, quickly melting into pleasure as your body adjusted to the intrusion. It was as if your walls were made to be filled by him, molding to the shape of his fingers as if they belonged there. Neteyam could feel your body's eager response, your inner muscles clenching and fluttering around him, drawing him deeper. He knew you were close, your breath coming in ragged gasps and soft, keening cries. "Come on, baby," he urged, his thumb circling your clit in time with his thrusts. “Let go for me sevin, i’m right here.,”

Your body responded to Neteyam's command as if possessed, obeying his will. A shattering climax overtook you, stars exploding behind your closed eyelids as waves of pure, bliss crashed over you. Your inner walls clamping down around his fingers. Neteyam took that moment to sink his teeth into your neck with a low, possessive growl. He marked you claiming you as his own. Your mind was too far gone in pleasure to question or protes. As you slowly drifted down from the heights of your orgasm, in the fogginess of your mind one thing stood clear. Neteyam wasn't taking you home in the morning.

♡

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Flora steps closer, and blinks at Diluc behind you.

“Did Mister Diluc help you?” she inquires.

You glance back at him. His expression is not easily read now, but you still smile.

“He did! He if anything, saved me today. I almost made a mess.”

Flora beams, and skips over to Diluc to hand him a sweet flower. He takes it in surprise, seeing his cheekbones run a soft pink, and you giggle quietly into the back of your hand.

“That was very kind of you, Mister Diluc.” she says.

“It was nothing. Have a good day.” he nods at you and the child politely, holding the flower to be twirled in his gloved fingers. The yellow sweet flower is vibrant, but he can’t get the brilliance of your thankful smile endlessly given to him.

And now, a long while later even after love confessions, you’re perched in his lap. Straddled thighs clinging around his hips comfortably in the Angels Share, feeling a little silly from your wine and nuzzling your face against his jaw. The tavern is closed, clean, and locked up. Your shoes are discarded somewhere behind the bar as your lover finishes up some quick numbers before likely carrying you home.

“You’re so warm Lulu, I could fall asleep here.” you hum. Diluc warms at the cute nickname, something you call him when it’s only you two, and he turns his face to kiss your nose.

“You’ve fallen asleep on me before, my love. It certainly wont be the last. Please rest, I’ll get us home shortly.” he promises, smelling of cinnamon and clove and a soapy aftershave that you love.

You wiggle in his lap, kissing his jaw.

“I never said I was tired.” you murmur against the skin.

Dilucs pen stops, and you shift again on him — a dangerous rock of your hips and a flirty glint of your lips while he exhales slowly. You sit up in his hold, blinking slowly at your red headed lover to cup his face in your palms as he keeps his arm around your waist, his pen clatters atop the desk as his fingers gently pinch your chin.

“Are you feeling like being a little troublemaker? Is that what you’re implying?” Diluc muses, pulling you to him for a kiss — a gentle, teasing warning you’re familiar with.

It makes you wet. You giggle, not from the wine, but from Diluc, whose eyes go half - lidded as he kisses you again while your hips buck sharply, feeling him growing hard between your legs. He grunts into your mouth, a slow roll of his own hips coming up to meet your clothed pussy under your skirt. A flicker of a flame, the candles in the corners of the tavern are playful to illuminate the scene while you rub your clit, the soaked fabric of your underwear stuck to it, against the fat head of his cock straining through his pants. The length of him is evident, an outline that you drag your folds against while Diluc kisses you harder and your manicured nails sink into the hair on his scalp.

“Don’t stop, Diluc.” you gasp, his hands coming to the globes of your ass, your dress lewdly hiked up over your hips. He squeezes them in time with a low, salacious groan, dragging you and rocking you against him. Your face is flushed with pleasure, dizzy and drunk on his intentional and intense movements that keep your pussy pressed tight against his hard and twitching bulge. He’s going to cum and make a mess of his pants.

“My beautiful girl, so naughty. But I often give you want you want, yes?” Diluc huffs, long strands of hair falling in his face and eyes smoldering as you whimper.

“Yes! I want to…want to cum.” you gasp, warbled and clipped as the petals of your pussy are split even through your sodden panties against his clothed cock.

“Spoiled little thing, sweet thing. Archons, you’re so precious.” he says through a clenched jaw, watching with sharp owl eyes at the bow of your body as you ride and bounce on him with a shaky squeeze of your thighs around his waist. His vision starts growing faded at the edges — your sweet, soaked bliss rocking against his straining bulge bringing him hurtling towards the edge.

He moans brokenly against your shoulder, feeling you shake in his arms. Your quivering thighs and jerky movements slow as you climax with your head thrown back and your hands still in his hair. It’s hot and wet, a cloying feeling of all sticky need and love made manifest in the quiet tavern. Diluc’s heart hammers in his chest when you look at him with swollen lips and a dreamy chuckle. You wetly kiss him, all soft and wanting.

“Diluc….” You breathe, still hot to the touch as your lashes flutter closed and you rest against him once again, “what do you want for your birthday?”

Diluc laughs softly, kissing your dewy temple. He thinks about how he wants to get you home, to make love to you properly. And then a bath for you both.

“All I want is you, dearest.”

You blow an anxious, dramatic puff of air from your nostrils, glancing at all of the magical, unique wares of Marjorie’s store. She’s always getting new things in, and for the last week or so you’ve been coming in daily, searching for something to get Diluc for his upcoming birthday.

You know not to make a spectacle — your dearest Diluc not particularly one for dazzle, but he also has a certain flair to him whether he admits to it or not. His reputation that goes beyond Mondstadt and to the different corners of Teyvat. He’s got a gentlemanly charm to him: exceedingly handsome and wanted by the ladies of Mondstadt (even with you very, very clearly being his significant other.) Carries himself with pride that both instills confidence in some and intimidation in others — as well as a strong imposing presence that lets everyone know Diluc Ragnvindr is there.

He is not one to go unnoticed, unless he’s patrolling at night, of course.

So, for his birthday, which is now one of several that you’ve celebrated with him, you’re confident in what he does like. But the problem is, Diluc is a man of vast wealth and thoughtfulness. He’s truly not one to really meddle with baubles and such , besides some sentimental pieces from family members, (and from you, of course.)

You leave the store empty handed with a small frown on your face. You go over the possibilities of what to get him, of how you selfishly wish you could get him anything that his kind and brave heart desires. You’d do anything, pay any price, just for Diluc to be reminded of your love and devotion. How happy you are to be his, and for it to be a gift to celebrate his dearness to you.

Later in the evening while you rummage around, and finishing getting ready for bed, Diluc appears with his arms crossed and leaning against the doorway. You know his softened footsteps, much quieter than what you would expect from his boots. You smile at him over your shoulder.

“So, you’ve been to Marjorie’s every day this week. Something you’re on the lookout for?” he muses.

“Okay, creepy Master Ragnvindr, have you been watching me that much?” you quip back playfully.

Diluc snorts.

“I tend to keep tabs on my favorite person, perhaps you could fault me for that.” he returns, walking up behind you and encircling your waist with his arms and a kiss to your cheek.

“You’ll have to forgive me for merely being curious.”

You hum, a smile growing on your face as your head leans back to rest on his shoulder. He presses kisses down the side of your throat.

“Well if you must know, I’m still thinking about what I’d like to get you for your birthday.” you lament slightly, turning to Diluc.

He sighs in endearment, placing his hands on your shoulders with a slow squeeze, “Darling, I have told you, really there’s nothing I could want for my birthday this year.”

You make a noise akin to a childish whine, your body flouncing in exasperation.

“But Diluc!” you frown. Diluc laughs, shaking his head and kissing your forehead.

“Really, silly girl. All I desire is to be with you if you’ll have me.”

“I just. I want you to feel special.” you reply petulantly. Your bottom lip folds out in an exaggerated pout, which Diluc kisses right off your face.

“Being yours is special.” he leans in closely, pressing another kiss to your cheek as you blush. He hums in quiet satisfaction as you blank for a moment. Then he wraps his arms around you and carries you to bed, your feet happily kicking up behind you as he chuckles against your temple.

You curl up next to him a bit later, after he’s thoroughly kissed you and had his head up your nightgown — his calloused fingers now tracing your spine. You feel ridiculous for your earlier tantrum, about wanting to spoil him with things. He’s very patient and gracious with you. You rest your chin on his chest and look up at him.

“Do you ever wish I was more like you? Quieter and less…excitable? Not so much of a ridiculous woman?” you whisper.

Diluc frowns, “Never. That would be boring. I love you. I fell in love with who you are. You’re never ridiculous. Except perhaps ridiculously charming, or kind, or thoughtful, or ridiculously cute.” Diluc says with a rub of the tip of his nose against yours.

Your eyes flash something of a sparkle in the low light of the bedroom, feeling him kiss your mouth again as he settles you in his arms before you drift off to sleep.

Soon enough, despite your overthinking, the day of his birthday arrives. Another year in the books of getting to celebrate with Diluc, another year of reminding him of how far he has come, how loved he is, how good of a man he truly is, and how so many find him to be an important and beloved figure in their lives.

You kiss him awake, watching him stretch like a great cat as the sun shines through the curtains. You giggle at his sleepy yawn, crawling over him whilst pushing his hair from his face, and then giggling when he suddenly grabs you at the waist in his burly arms, and pulls you close beneath the sheets.

“It’s your birthday, Diluc.” you whisper, grinning at him exhaling a laugh through his nostrils.

“I suppose it is, hm?” he smiles back, pulling you close for a kiss and a hum.

“I do hope that you didn’t run yourself ragged about getting me a present.” he adds.

You smile, with a slight shake of your head.

“I suppose you will have to find out!” you muse, kissing the bridge of his nose before hopping out of bed like a mischievous little rabbit.

Your lover is curious, and perceptive, but you know that you got him exactly what he wanted this year.

The evening comes and the Dawn Winery is modestly (or as modest as such a beautiful home could be) decorated with floral arrangements and a few strung lights, a stunning cake topped with dried fruits and candied flowers. Diluc, is as always, trying to hide his genuine smile — heartstrings tugged fully when Addie cups his face in her wrinkling hands, when Elzer pats him on the back, and even when Kaeya wraps an arm around Dilucs shoulders and wishes him a happy birthday. It’s nothing over the top, but Diluc feels loved. You can tell he feels grateful, even if he still sometimes grapples with whether or not he deserves such love.

Kaeya leaves towards the end of the evening after talking and swiping extra frosting from the cake all night with a bottle of dandelion wine.

“Isn’t it supposed to be my birthday? While here you are leaving with a gift.” Diluc quips, making Kaeya throw his head back with a hearty chuckle and a wink sent your way as he turns on his heel. Diluc throws a seemingly unnoticed smile towards his brother before closing the door, but you see it from the corner of your eye as you wave goodbye.

The fireplace is lit, as in April it still does get a bit chilly at nighttime. You and Diluc are sitting together on a few blankets gathered in front of the fire. Soft furs and heavy quilts lay in enticing piles for you to rub your bare feet upon and to watch the flames dance in Diluc eyes as he sips his favorite grape juice, his hair undone from his usual ponytail. All of the staff retired to their quarters, and now it’s just the pair of you in the quiet, save for your low laughter and Dilucs recounting of certain fond, childhood memories that you hold dear to hear from his very lips.

The fire crackles, your lips purse thoughtfully, “Diluc, would you like anymore dessert?”

Diluc looks as if he’s mulling things over, reaching over to take your hand and rub his fingers across your delicate knuckles.

“You know, I’m not sure there’s anything I could have that’s as sweet as you.” he smirks lightly. Your heart pounds at such flirtation from a man such as himself, even if you’re used to his occasional quips that leave you breathless and giggling all silly like. You remove your hand from his touch and he watches as you stand on the blankets.

“Funny you should say that.” you laugh softly, your cheeks growing ruddy as your fingers move to the buttons on your dress.

Your dress is your favorite color, because according to Diluc Ragnvindr, when you wear your favorite color, that’s his favorite too. You could cry at how he can be such a softie, if your heartbeat wasn’t currently in your ears. You slowly unbutton and untie, opening the garment and allowing it to fall to the floor as Diluc looks up at you with adoration.

Upon your figure sits a lingerie set, a brilliant red color that’s as vivid as it is soft and silky clinging against your body. Sweet tied ribbons set as bows go across each breast as well as another one on the backside of your underwear, framing your ass. Your dearest Diluc has seen you in lingerie, in lacy and fussy things that he grasps and touches and kisses over, and every time he’s stunned by them. By you.

You stand up a little straighter, pushing your tits out while chuckling softly down at your lover who can only stare for a moment before his hand wraps around your ankle, bringing his lips to kiss the front of your shin.

“Oh darling, you’re beautiful. Come here…” he breathes, stroking your ankle bone sweetly as you kneel down and his hand slides to your hip.

“You said you wanted me for your birthday, did you not?” you say softly, breath puffing shakily against his face. Diluc’s eyes are aglow with his ever ignited passion for you.

“I did, and how lucky I am to have you.” he says in return before capturing your mouth in a soft kiss.

His hand pulls at your waist, coaxing you to lay down on the blankets as he continues to kiss you. Your eyes flutter shut as he lays kisses down your throat and across your décolleté, open mouthed and wet and growing more ravenous for you as he goes. He holds himself up on an elbow, just far enough from you that his hair is down and flowing behind his shoulder and you can feel his breath on your cheek as his free hand glides across the bows on your chest. The globes of your tits are visible under the ribbons, your ribcage alight with butterflies as his fingers tug at the material.

“Unwrap me, birthday boy.” you laugh giddily, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth as he does so, pulling the silky bow apart easily and exposing one of your nipples. It’s pert and achy, only growing more puffy when his hand moves to squeeze your tit and his thumb grazes roughly across it. Diluc groans deeply before he leans over you and sucks your tit into his mouth, and immediately laves over the nipple with the flat of his tongue. You keen, mouth dropping in delight as he sucks hard and releases it with a hefty pop, before nosing over to your other breast like an animal, nipping at the fatty part of your tit and goes ahead to untie that ribbon as well. He fully pushes himself over you, kissing and lapping and sucking sloppily onto your tits, your chest wet and swollen and arched every time he pinches a nipple or moans with one in his mouth.

Your thighs have been endlessly rubbing together, but now, with Dilucs wide frame settled between them, your hips seek out the hardness in his pants, erect against your inner thigh. Your hands scramble to undo his belt, Diluc suddenly aware of your fingers and the clink of his buckle. He helps instead, sitting back on his haunches and swiftly pulls his shirt from his form, bared to you all of his rugged scars and deep worn muscle, and a thatch of deep auburn down his belly. Diluc pulls the belt from their loops, watching you wiggle restlessly. Your eyes stay on the bulge of his crotch as he unbuttons his slacks and pushes his underwear down enough to fall under his ass and for his cock to fall out. It hangs between his muscular thighs from the hard and heavy weight — fat, taught balls hanging. You could scream with how badly you want him to fuck you.

Not forgetting about the sweet bow that decorates your ass, you roll yourself to your belly, your doll like lashes blinking at him over your shoulder with a playful wobble of your hips. Diluc groans your name, hunching himself over to kiss and bite at your shoulder blade. His cock grinds against your ass while his hand finds the ribbon and pulls it open, the underwear otherwise only made of that except for the amount of material to cover your mons. Your butt pushes up a little, bowing your back and your pussy puffy with want, drooling slick from Diluc’s kisses and attention to your tits. Even just seeing his freed cock made you flutter and leak. Although a gentleman, he nearly rips the underwear off your body. He then cups your cunt, middle finger prodding at your slit while you keen.

“My beautiful girl, all of this is for me, hm?” he rasps, pushing his finger all the way in to his last knuckle. He pushes and pulls it inside you before retracting his hand to use your dribbling slick to lube up his aching shaft.

“It’s no wonder I said I wanted you for my birthday.” he muses with a chuckle.

You believe him about to enter you, a soft piteous whimper as you lift your hips. But instead Diluc pulls at your waist, rolling onto your back once again. Your knees automatically fall open, butterflying out for your pussy to spread and drool, clit under its hood throbbing rapidly. Diluc crawls over you to crash his mouth against yours again, and how even in those short moments you have missed him so, missed his lips moving wildly and entrancingly until your tongue and his are nearly tangled from such vivacious kisses. Whilst kissing, he presses against your pitiful hole, yearning to suck him in. The more his tip rocks forward, the more the petals of your pussy flower open and stretch for him.

Diluc presses his forehead to yours, hips angled forward as he sinks in, every vein and ridge of his girth raking against your insides.

“My love, fuck, you were made for me. Do you hear me?”

Unused to Diluc using such filthy language, you choke on his words and the way he splits you deliciously, nodding and babbling his name as he starts a thudding rhythm of his cock punching at your insides. Diluc cradles you in his arms, kissing and swallowing in your whines and cries like you’re the most delectable of drinks that he dare not let even a drop escape — your knees drawn up and squeezing high around his waist, joined bodies a heap on the floor before the fire. Sweat dapples your bare skin as you push Diluc’s hair out of his face and cup his cheeks while his panting grows more and more frantic, hips punching upwards to feel his hefty cock at your most spongey and sensitive spot within your walls.

You know you’re going to cum — watching Diluc, who keeps his heavy gaze on you even as he licks his thumb to bring down between your legs to swipe at your clit with hard and messy strokes, fucking you as you shriek and startle at the way your orgasm crashes over you. He watches with his sweaty hair stuck to his neck, moisture dotting his hairline, as you lock up beneath him beautifully, and cum.

Your pussy clenches so hard around him that he winces — the hug of your sodden cunt keeping him from moving as wildly as he selfishly wants to, balls slapping your ass as his thrusts fade into slower, deeper ones. Your eyes roll back into your skull as you’re creaming around his cock, and when Diluc glances down to see the frothing ring around the base of him, sticky gossamer threads of your essence clinging to his pubic hair and your clit puffy, pussy split — he crumbles into your arms with a husky moan. His broad, muscular figure presses you into the blankets as his mouth groans low and ragged into your ear, his cheek pressed to yours as his hips buck sharply once, twice, three times and then his hips are so aligned with yours that you feel his cock kick over and over inside you, and the warmth of him filling you.

You’re lost beneath him, breathing heavily and muscles twitching, still feeling the dull thud of your climax between your legs. His hair flows all around you like a curtain as he shakily holds himself up so he can see your face, teary eyes and a sheepish giggle from such bliss as you pull him back for a greedy little kiss. Diluc smiles against your mouth, slowly pulling himself out of you with a moan as you whine, truly from such a loss that is his fat cock. His thick seed pools under your ass, and Diluc gazes in near awe at the gape of your pussy.

“It is your birthday you know.” you croon, blinking up at him with doe eyes that are anything but innocent, “And I am your present.”

Diluc hums in good humor, want still clawing at his chest as it always does for you, and nods his head in agreement. His cock throbs, and soaked with your combined release. A large hand comes to your hip to roll you over, and suddenly your ass is in the air, your face pressed into the blankets. You giggle in delight when you feel him hover over your back, and he whispers your name across your skin ‘till it goosebumps.

Awhile later when you’re both covered in sweat, depleted of what feels like all fluids as you shakily kiss Diluc and he strokes at your bare thigh, you grin up at him, all sleepy and full of love but still mischievous —

“So, what shall I get you for Christmas?”

Diluc laughs, undeniably and always charmed by you, his gift. He kisses your forehead as he pulls you closer,

“I think I have an idea, actually.”