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mulberry-truffle · 2 years

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Jason Voorhees x Fem!Reader (!!smut!!)

Idk y'all this is my first fanfic so I don't expect it to blow up. Plus, I just gotta say there's not enough Jason Voorhees smutfics. Y'all be lacking in that department lately so I decided to do sum about it.

Warnings: nastyyy, choking, slight Dom/sub shiz, loss of virginity (Jason), idk primal instincts??, it's just nasty idk y'all.

THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD!! SORRY FOR ANY SPELLING ERRORS!!!!

B/T = body type

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The sun was setting as you were setting up your campsite for the night. The crickets starting singing as the cicadas in the trees started to die out above you. It was golden hour and the sun cast so beautifully over the lake. You noticed you were all alone out here, but it wasn't too shocking either because Crystal Lake wasn't a very well-known location as people would think when coming here.

As soon as you finished setting up your tent, you let the fire start and watched out over the lake. Not a very smart idea to camp so closely though, since there's many mosquitoes that stay close to water at night. It was worth it though, because every now and then you'd hear fish swiggle at the surface. You inhaled the cold air as it became more cool, and decided to cover yourself with a giant oversized hoodie.

He stood watching you from a distance, making sure to watch your eyes so you wouldn't see him. There was something different in you he noticed, and he thought to himself; why have you come alone? Typically, when someone as young as you came out here there'd be people to meet up with. Certainly that was the case, but you had been here for hours and didn't seem to be searching for anyone or disclosing your location though your phone. Mama hadn't called to him yet to take you, so he was very confused with himself as to what he needed to do.

You laid out a towel and lie down on your stomach, just peacefully looking over the lake and the small bits of sun as it faded into the blue hour. Smiling to yourself, you looked at the fire mesmerized. You certainly weren't the person to come out to locations by yourself, and especially without touching your phone for long periods of time either. In fact, you came to Crystal Lake to escape everything. The pandemic, financial issues, and college classes (if you are in college). It was a big breather to take off your mask in public and finally breathe air that's all to yourself... For now.

Jason, finally taking a REAL look at you.. realized something. He was absolutely memorized by your form, and your face. Your beautiful (e/c) orbs as he took a real look at them. Your lovely (b/t) hips, that he suddenly felt the need for grabbing. Noticing his intrusive thoughts, he grunts in confusion and shakes his head at himself. He'd never felt that way about anyone, ever. Unlucky for him, you heard his grunt.

Your eyes scanned your surroundings, but you couldn't find the source. Your heart was pounding, you swear you heard a grunt? But, no one was there? Placing your head in your hands, you rub your face due to the heat of the fire in front of you. Jason looked out towards you and sighed softly, partially of relief but mostly because of how he felt pulled towards you. In his eyes, you were the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on.

"Jason..." He heard Mama. "Your feelings are strong my boy." Jason nods, feeling guilty of his thoughts. "Don't worry, Mama understands. She's not evil, she's a good girl. She's not like the others, Jason. Show her how kind my precious boy is and I'll leave you alone with her."

With that, he felt a small weight literally lift off his shoulders. Like she was literally leaving him alone. "If Mama likes her," He thought, "then she's safe."

Jason stepped towards you, but then he stopped. He felt that he would scare you, and that he wouldn't look nice next to a small pretty thing like yourself. Sighing once more, he decided to fall through with it. Jason walked slowly towards you, and as soon as you hear twigs snap and inch towards you.. You knew you definitely weren't hearing things. You stared off into where the sound is coming from, slightly muffled by the popping of the campfire.

In clear view, there was a very tall and bulky man standing at least ten feet from you. Your eyes widened at his appearance, the white vintage hockey mask with dirty clothes. He immediately feels fear, fear that you wouldn't like him. Like you would run away from him in terror. Jason fiddled with his glove covered hands and looked towards you, head tilted to the slightly tilted to the side. He expects you to run, scream...

"Oh wow!" You laughed, he looks over to you confused with his hands going down to his sides. "You're gonna have to do a lot more than that if you wanna scare me!" You hold your stomach from laughing. Jason tilts his head confused.

He shakes head head 'no' rather quickly, moving his hands to reassure you that's not what he was there for. You, now confused look up at him and notice his machete at his waist.

"A-are you—?" He follows your eyes and his eye widens as he moves hands hands even more in panic, shaking his head even more as well. "Oh, then.. are you homeless? You can sit with me for a little if you'd like." He shakes his head, then nods at your offer.

Jason then walks slowly towards you and sits down next to you, feeling nervous. You're so kind to him, "were people always this kind?" he thought. You then reach into your bag and pull out some snacks, he watches your every movement. He sees your hands, how small and gentle they are. Wondering how small they'd be in his own, he suddenly forcefully grabs them. You turn over to him, eyes wide, only to realize he was just curious.. about your hands??

"O-oh.. uhh.." you look at him, his head looking down as he holds them and looks at them in his hands. There was something about him... The way he had forcefully grabbed you too.. there was something erotic about him. His big broad shoulders, strong arms, gigantic frame. He was.. something. You looked at his hands, how large they were in comparison to yours. He removed one and placed it on your cheek, touching your (s/c) blushed cheeks. It was fascinating to him how they'd change colors. You looked up at his masc, in the campfire light you noticed (only a little) that he was deformed. It made you realize that he wore the mask because of that.

Noticing how long you were looking at him, you pulled away from him and pulled out a small bag of chips. "Do you.. want— AH!!" You were pushed onto your back as he looked over your form. He pinned your wrists on each side of your face.

You blushed, it's not like you can deny this.. right? There was something about this man, that made you feel all types of ways. He let go of your wrists but kept his arms where they were. You reached up and pulled his head towards you and kissed his mask where you believe his lips would be. It wasn't anything special, but he pulled his mask up and kissed you back. You closed your eyes and wrapped your legs and arms around him. He was so intoxicating. You couldn't believe yourself for letting yourself get so entranced by a complete stranger.

He smelt like plants and dirt, the complete mother nature and you wanted to bathe in it. He sat up and pulled you up against his chest with his hands on your hips. Jason instinctively thrusts his hips towards your core. It shocks him, but rolls his eyes and let's his instincts take over. He felt all around your (b/t) curves. Feeling his large hands rub all around you made you moan into his mouth. He shoved his tongue in your mouth, feeling the need to be even closer to you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as his large tongue made it's way to the back of your throat. He chokes you with his tongue, reaching as far back as he could go.

Pulling a way, there's a string of saliva connecting the two of you and you gaso for air. He moves his hands to remove your shirt and you instinctively reach back to remove your bra. His hands reach and squeeze at your breasts. Jason smirks at how squishy they are. Now, he knows what his body wants. He unzips his pants and let's his member free. Your eyes widen in shock at his size. Typically with tall men you've been with, their dick is rather... Below average. But this guy? A whole other level of huge you've never seen. You can already tell he's a bit inexperienced, but you smile up at him and tell him to stand. He complies, feeling a little nervous.

"It's okay~." You get on your knees. "I'll prep you before we get to the exciting part."

You place your hands on his thighs and trace upwards with your palms. Your hands reach towards his cock and you begin to palm him slowly, he gasps at the new feeling. You smile and look up at him as you kiss his tip. You shove your mouth over him and push him back as far as you could, which unsurprisingly you can't fit all of him in. He sighs and tilts his head back. You begin to bob your head on him, but it isn't enough for him. Jason grabs your head by your hair and thrusts his cock all the way in and down your throat. Your eyes widen but you relax very soon, enjoying the way his cock chokes your throat. He begins to thrust roughly, and you moan against him earning a grunt from the large man.

You begin to unzip your shorts and rub your clit over his erotic thrusts. His heavy breathing and gasps get harsher and they drive your core insane. His cock hitting your throat with every thrust makes your eyes roll back once more. Jason's hands were no longer in your hair and had a grip around your skull. He looks down at you enjoying the mess he's made of you and pulls out seeing tears run down your cheeks. For the very first time in his life, he was worried about hurting someone. You only breathed heavily for a little and smiled softly, still gasping for air.

"T-that was amazing.." you rested your head on his thigh, already feeling tired from his roughness. That wasn't going to stop you though. "F-fuck me... W-whoever you are."

Jason then knealt down and poorly wrote his name down in the dirt. You looked over at the poorly written name. Hm.. you weren't expecting a "normal" name for this man, but you thought about it for a second and realized it suited him. He looked down at you, then to your shorts. Jason reached down and tore them off you with his strong hands. His hands... They're so big. He ripped your underwear off too, and stuffed them in his pocket. You were now completely nude in front of this giant stranger.

"Jason.." you whispered. He looked at your face, admiring how his name rolled off your tongue. "Let me guide you.."

Instead of letting you, his instincts took over once more. He bent you over and your head was pressed against the towel you laid out. He placed his hands around your throat and rammed himself inside you all the way. Jason, too busy chasing his high,, didn't let you adjust. He rammed roughly into you relentlessly. It burned so bad, but it felt so.. filling. No one had filled you to the brim like THIS. You let out rough moans with every thrust he laid on you.

"J-jason~!!" You moaned his name, which spurred him on. His hands on your throat has a new feeling to choking for him. "S-so good~!"

His breathing got heavier again, which made you clench around him. Jason groaned, tilting his head back and continuing his thrusts. He loved this new feeling, now understanding why the trespassers did it so much. Jason thought about doing this everyday, making you squirm and moan underneath him as he had all the power and strength over you. You were so small compared to him, and he loved every second of pounding into your small (b/t) body. He had to make you his.

Your erotic moans made him go feral, thrust after thrust it couldn't feel any better to you. No one can fill you up like him. Suddenly, you clenched around him, feeling your orgasm approach. You made sure to press up against him even further, and you came.

"F-fuck Jason!! I'm cumming~ ahh~!!" This wasn't over for him yet though.

He spun you around, still on his cock. Jason sat down against a tree and lifted you up and down on his cock using his strength. He really was that strong.. He used you like a plaything, like his favorite toy he didn't wanna give up. He groaned even more, seeing your expressions. His breaths were catching up to him. You, already sensitive from your last run was already approaching your second orgasm. No man had ever made you feel this way, he was so strong. His big hands wrapped around your (b/t) curves made you feel so small. It was a dream come true for a giant like him to fuck you so roughly.

At once, the both of you groaned and moaned roughly together. "Jason~!!!" You screamed, the pleasure was almost overwhelming. You both were gasping for air as he came so deeply inside you. His hot cum felt amazing.. Jason pulled you off and zipped himself up. He took off his shirt and used it to wipe you down. He'd seen other people do it before with the girls being happy with the care afterwards. So, he'd do the same for you. He wiped down your core and tried to put his shirt back on but you pulled it away from him. You handed him your giant hoodie and smiled.

"It's the least I can do." You smiled.

His heart melt as he put it on. It smelt like you, and he could get used to that smell. He pulled you in and laid down as you laid on top of him. Your legs were at both of his sides and your face towards the fire. He rubbed your back, content with himself and you. You rubbed circles on his chest, listening to the popping of the fire. It was dark now, and instead of thinking about everything negative in the world... The only thing you wanted to think about was curling up in his arms.

Sorry y'all if it came off as "sHe'S nOt LiKe oThEr gIrLs" 😭

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skiller0dani · 3 years

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Old Prison Blues | Spencer Reid

M A S T E R L I S T Criminal Minds Masterlist

smut | dom!spencer x bau!reader requests info w.c | 7.2k summary | when your husband Spencer gets released from Prison, he's much different then you remember.

I have it so bad for this man, enjoy! Also guys this piece made butterflies squirm in my belly lmao this one is so HOT it made me blush. Guys, it made me B L U S H. I need to go dunk myself in holy water to atone for this SIN. (just kidding lmao I'm agnostic).

you can see his bulge in this gif and I can't stop admiring looking at it.

When you were in college you'd been an undergraduate in Criminal Justice, so you were familiar with the effects Prison has on the psyche. In other words, you knew Spencer would come back different. No person could pass through Prison unscathed and frankly you'd be more concerned if he came back and nothing had changed at all. At home, he seemed to be relatively okay, and those 6 mandatory weeks of break had allowed him the rest he deserved. Nothing exciting had happened during those weeks, the only thing you did was curl up on the couch next to him and watch movies. You'd made up for all those weeks in Prison during the evenings when you would cling to him and cry out his name in ecstasy.

Spencer really did seem to be fine, until you returned to work. That's when you started to see all the ways Prison had hardened him.

At first, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. If you were someone who knew Spencer well then you knew that he wasn't a man who was confident in his looks. When you and Spencer first got married he was insecure, and would be discouraged when you hung out with other guys. You wouldn't say he was jealous because jealously in itself requires a certain amount of anger. But when Spencer saw you around other men he wasn't angry, he was sad. Absolutely convinced you were going to leave him any second, despite you telling him you married him because you love him. Deep down, he always thought somebody would steal you from him even though you consistently reminded him how much you love him. That's just the kind of guy Spencer is.

Or, was.

The darkness that brews in Prison, the violent hatred, the anger seems to have followed Spencer to freedom. It has made a home in his chest, and while you're not worried about Spencer flying off the deep end and shooting an innocent, the anger reveals itself in much more subtle ways. It's in the way he clenches his jaw when he can't figure something out, or the blanching of his knuckles as he grips the steering wheel with a crushing force, it's the agitation in his eyes when he watches Alvez's knuckles brush against your lower back for the 3rd time since you two had arrived at the office this morning. The anger has adapted to civilian life like Spencer has, it's learned. It's subtle. Unfortunately you know Spencer almost better then he knows himself, you can tell when something is bothering him.

You slide your hands over his shoulders, and much to your surprise you feel him tense.

"You okay?" You know it's a stupid question, but you have to ask.

"Yeah, fine." Spencer's tone is clipped, shoulders rigid, back straight. Something is definitely bothering him. You squeeze his shoulders and begin to work at the tightened muscles, slowly easing them to relax. The tension flows out of him as he relaxes back in his desk chair, the frustration ebbing away slightly when his eyes catch your wedding ring. The object that binds you to him.

"Don't shut me out." You whisper, a soft plea in your voice. Spencer's heart wretches when he hears the fear in your tone, and one of his hands comes up to catch yours. He presses a chaste kiss to one of your knuckles before swiveling around to face you. You always find a way to soothe the violent, raging beast inside of him. Spencer's hands find your hips as he turns his gaze up to look at you.

"You're right I'm sorry. Just tense today." He says softly, and while there is a little lie to his words, his statement remains mostly the truth. He just leaves out the part where he pictures enacting varying forms of violence on Luke Alvez. The man who keeps unnecessarily touching his wife. You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, your head snapping up when Garcia calls from the conference room.

"Got a case folks, and it's an ugly one." Her nose scrunches up into a frown before she turns into the room. You pull away from Spencer, yanking him to his feet by his hand. Luke sends you a playful wink as he trots up the stairs, and while you don't necessarily react to it, it still puts Spencer on edge. Deep down Spencer always knew you were way out of his league, but that never became clearer then when you came to visit him in Prison.

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You were trembling as you lowered yourself into the chair. Dried tears were on your cheeks, and you haven't even seen Spencer yet. The last time you saw him was a few weeks prior after he first got back from Mexico. Seeing his wrists bound in those metal handcuffs had broken your heart in a way you never anticipated. You wrung your hands together, luckily when Penelope had made the visitation Chart she scheduled you as the first person to come see him. The plastic chair was uncomfortable, but what was worse was the plastic guard separating you from Spencer. The clock ticked loudly, it was clearly mocking you. Reminding you of the seconds you were losing with Spencer, reminding you of all the seconds he was spending in Prison.

When you hear the buzzer scream loudly, you nearly come out of your seat you're so excited to see him. You and Spencer got married back in 2005, and you've never been separated from him for longer then a week. It's been over a month now, and each day he's not with you leaves a bigger hole in your chest. You watch him follow the other prisoners out, and the handcuffs around his wrists breaks your heart. His eyes light up the second he sees you, he nearly shoves the other guy over to get to you faster. There are tears in your eyes as Spencer's wrists are released from the cuffs from the guard standing nearby.

"Hey baby." Spencer says softly as he takes his seat across from you. All you want is to reach across the stupid barrier and touch him, hold his hand, anything. But you know the guards will punish him if he does, but being this close to him without being able to hold him is absolutely killing you. You try to blink the tears out of your eyes so that Spencer won't see, but it's all too much. Seeing him in a jumpsuit, with cuff bruises around his wrists, having to sleep in the same building as murderers. The first tear falls and you immediately look away from him.

"Please don't cry." Spencer begs softly. "I'm okay, really."

You wipe your tears before you look back up at him, digging around in your bag for a gift from Henry. You smile when you see the happiness cross onto his face as you pull the piece of paper out.

"Henry drew this for you, it's from when you guys went to the park." You hold it up for him to see and you try to fight another onslaught of tears when you see his eyes misting.

"You know, when I get out of here we should have one." Spencer says it so casually, you almost miss it. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head as you carefully lower the drawing.

"You want to try for a baby?" You can't hide the smile, and you see Spencer's eyes shine for the first time since he's been in here.

"Yeah, I want to have a baby with you." You and Spencer had a brief conversation about kids a few years ago, and you knew Spencer wasn't ready for it back then. His Father ran out on him and Diana when Spencer was just a kid, it made Spencer insecure about the type of Father he would end up being. In Spencer's mind, a fatherless man would never make a good Father. But it seems he's changed his mind. You had no issues agreeing to wait before you had kids until he was ready, you always knew Spencer would be a fantastic Father.

Suddenly from Spencer's right you hear a low wolf whistle. The tenderness that was on Spencer's face is instantly wiped away. His expression tenses, his jaw clenching as he turns his gaze to a large burly looking man covered in tattoos. The man sitting across from him, the one who was visiting, looked similar. Both of the biker looking men were eyeing me hungrily, it made my skin crawl.

"Something I can help you with?" Spencer asks, his voice tense. The tension in the room grows tenfold, and you fight the instinct to try and scoot closer to Spencer. The Biker looks Spencer in the eyes, a taunting smile on his face.

"That your sister?"

"Wife." Spencer snaps instantly.

"Your wife?" The Biker says incrediously, Spencer raises a brow, daring him to continue. "There's no way a woman with an ass that tight would marry a man as scrawny as you."

You expected to see insecurity flash in Spencer's eyes, instead all you saw was rage. Unbridled, violent rage.

"Choose your next words carefully." Spencer's voice was low, and as sharp as the edge of a blade. You almost didn't recognize him. The Biker leaned forward, fueled only by the knowledge that he was getting under Spencer's skin.

"She as tight as she looks? If I wasn't locked up, I'd fuck her so good she wouldn't even remember what your little pecker feels like."

Spencer's jaw clenches, and his fists curl tightly. The Biker is about 2 words away from a broken nose.

"Baby just let it go." You plead, and normally you don't really use pet names in public but right now you needed to show him that you're his.

"I'll tell you what Klein, I'll fuck her for you and tell you how it felt." The other man says, the man visiting. Upon hearing the words come out of his mouth, Spencer is shoving up from the chair but almost instantly a guard is tightly gripping Spencer's shirt and shoving him back into the chair. Spencer is fuming, and there's nothing you can do to calm him down.

"If you so much as lay a finger on her, your friend here will be dead before you can have another visit." Spencer hisses, and the two large men chuckle.

Spencer instantly took you off the visitors list, and while that felt like a blow to your heart you understood why. You didn't want to stress him out by visiting him.

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So, yeah, Spencer knew you were out of his league and when Luke pulled your chair out for you at the table before he had the chance to, it made his blood boil. Why is Luke trying to take care of you? Doesn't he know that Spencer has been released from Prison? You don't need anybody else to take care of you, your husband is more than capable of doing it himself. When Spencer sat down in the chair next to you, he rested one hand on your thigh. You're only slightly surprised, normally Spencer isn't this 'handsy' in public, but in recent weeks he's been more assertive around other men.

"The body of 23 year old Cassandra Richardson was found 2 weeks ago in Lincoln, Nebraska. Her body was mutilated and showed signs of sexual assault. Yesterday another body, 20 year old Francesca Williams was found around the same warehouse district with similar wounds to the first victim." Penelope rushes the words out, almost as though saying them pains her. Various images show on the screen of the two victims, both bloodied and battered.

"Other than similar injuries, what makes the local police think it's the same unsub?" Luke asks, his eyes flickering towards you for the briefest second. While Spencer was locked away, Luke became a shoulder to cry on. Normally when you were upset and Spencer wasn't around, you'd talk to Derek. But since he's been gone you've felt more isolated then you normally do. Luke had found you crying one morning before you had taken off, and ever since he's had an "older brother" protection over you.

"A tattoo on both of the victims thighs, the words 'temerata virginem' which is Latin for 'desecrated virgin'." With the click of a button on her remote, Penelope pulls up a photo of the tattoos. The lines are shaky, although they stay mostly straight.

"It almost looks professional, except the lines aren't perfectly straight. A professional would make the line work perfect." JJ says, examining the photo closer in the folder each of you received. You turn your gaze to Spencer when you feel his hand leave your thigh to examine the photo closer. You could practically see the gears turning in that beautiful mind of his.

"It's possible an outside source is causing a tremble in the unsubs hands, if he is a professional tattoo artist." Spencer mumbles, almost to himself. Sometimes when he's in deep concentration, he nearly forgets other people are in the room with him.

"Could be drugs-" Luke starts but is sharply cut off.

"Actually it's more likely to be alcohol, withdraw from other drugs would be too severe to operate the tattoo machine." Spencer snaps, causing a few heads to turn and look at him. Maybe under other circumstances someone would say something to him, but since Spencer got released from Prison only a few weeks ago, nobody says anything. Luke's eyebrows furrow together as he shoots Spencer a confused look, one Spencer chooses to ignore as his hand returns to your thigh. Spencer knows he's acting like a jerk but he can't help it, Luke needs to know who you belong to. Spencer had everything taken from him in Prison, he won't let anyone take you from him too.

"We've been personally asked by the local police to assist, so wheels up in 30." Emily concludes, shooting one more look at Spencer before everybody rises.

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The tension on the jet is thick, you're absolutely sure everybody can feel it. Hardly anyone has interacted with Spencer, except to ask him a question about the case. You sit back against the couch, Luke sitting in one of the chairs at the table, and Spencer sitting on the arm of the chair next to you. In your hand was a nearly empty cup of coffee, and just as you move to refill, Luke rises with his own empty cup.

"Need a refill?" He asks, offering you a friendly smile.

"Yeah actually-"

"I got it." Spencer says abruptly, standing from where he was sitting. His eyes meet Luke's, silently challenging him. You try to be understanding, but you can't help but feel annoyed at Spencer. If he was acting like this to some random guy then that's one thing, but this is Luke. He's your friend, he's Spencer's friend. Luke, and the rest of the team, put everything on the line to free Spencer from Prison.

"It's cool man, I can do it-" Luke offers again, but Spencer isn't having it.

"I said I got it." Spencer reaches his hand out for your mug, which you instantly give to him. His eyes don't leave Luke's until he turns around and heads to the back of the jet to refill your coffee. Luke pauses for a few seconds, his eyes meeting yours and mirroring the same look of concern before he heads for the coffee pot as well. Luke isn't even upset by how Spencer is treating him, he- like everyone else, is worried about Spencer's psyche.

"What is going on with Spencer?" JJ whispers once she's sure Spencer is out of earshot. You shrug, your worried eyes landing on your husband. His posture is tense, almost defensive.

"Well can you blame him? In Prison, everything that's yours can and will be stolen by the other male inmates. Now that he's free, Spencer is being protective of his wife, someone that is his and can be taken by other men." Rossi says, always naturally a tad protective of Spencer.

"There isn't a man on this planet that would make me leave Spencer." You say defensively, although you know Rossi didn't mean anything by what he said.

"That might be obvious to you, but not to Spencer." JJ says, eyeing Spencer standing back near the coffee machine.

"Doing okay man?" Luke asks hesitantly as he moves to stand next to Spencer.

"Yep." Spencer says shortly, waiting for the pot to brew. Luke feels the tension rolling off Spencer in waves, and it's all being directed at him and he's not sure why.

"Look, if I've done something to upset you, just talk to me about it Reid." Luke's voice is gentle, understanding. Spencer's jaw clenches again as the pot finishes brewing and he refreshes your cup before reaching for the creamer.

"I'm fine Alvez. Really." Spencer says again, but Luke isn't willing to let this go yet.

"No Reid, you're not-"

"Stop flirting with my wife." Spencer's tone is firm, and the look in his eyes tells Luke just how on edge Spencer is.

"You got it." Luke agrees instantly, even though he was never flirting with you. But he knows that right now arguing with Spencer will only make things worse. Seemingly satisfied with Luke's answer, Spencer carries your cup back you, slinging an arm around you.

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Spencer twists his wedding ring around his ring finger, something he does when he's stressed out or tense. You're currently sat in the interrogation room with the male suspect, a tattoo artist attending AA meetings, the tattoo on the first victim was the shakiest because he had just quit drinking. The other, more recent, victims tattoo's were more steady. The longer he stayed sober, the more his trembling faded. In Spencer's other palm is your wedding ring, you fit the physical preference of this killer perfectly, but he only went after single women. Emily thought sending somebody in fitting his victimology would throw him off enough to say something incriminating. In order for the rouse to work, you needed to appear single- meaning the wedding ring had to come off. The thought didn't settle well in Spencer's gut.

"You have to relax." JJ said suddenly from Spencer's right. He nearly ignored her but his frayed nerves were beginning to eat at him.

"I can't. Do you see the way he's looking at her?" Spencer was pacing back and forth in front of the one way glass like a caged animal, unable to take his eyes off of the train wreck happening in front of him.

"She can handle herself Spence." JJ insists gently, almost using a motherly tone to talk to him.

"She's mine!" And suddenly the crux of the issue comes to light, and Spencer pinches the bridge of his nose, releasing a heavy breath. JJ thinks about her words carefully, trying to find something to say that will calm him at least a little.

"Yeah, and nothing is going to change that Spencer. You need to relax, and you have to trust her. You're not in Prison anymore, nobody is going to take her from you." JJ says, looking him in the eyes. Suddenly the sound of metal screeching across a concrete floor sounds from behind Spencer and when he turns around, his blood boils hot in his veins. The suspect, Alan Baker, has shoved out of his chair and has started towards you.

"Spencer-" JJ's voice is distant, and comes too late. Spencer isn't listening to her anymore when his fist curls around the door handle and he nearly rips it off its hinges.

"You need to step back." Spencer snaps, reaching for his gun as Alan Baker backs you into the corner of the interrogation room. You weren't ever truly afraid, you could have handled Alan. Slowly, Alan backs away from you and Spencer instantly reaches for you. He leads you out of the room with a gentle but firm hand on your back. Once you're out of the interrogation room you turn to Spencer.

"What the hell? I could have dealt with him!" You insist, frustration laced in your tone. At this point JJ silently slips out of the room, giving you and Spencer some much needed privacy. Spencer crosses his arms as he leans back against the one way mirror.

"You didn't need to, I did." Spencer huffs and you seriously resist the urge to throw something at him.

"What is your problem today? You could have compromised my entire interrogation, he's never going to tell me anything now!" You snap, anger pinching at your features.

"Good! Now you have no reason to talk to him again." Spencer snaps back, can't you see that he's just protecting what's his?

"Spencer we're trying to save somebody! You're being selfish!" You say to him angrily, trying your best not to start yelling at him. Spencer's selfish possessiveness over you could have just ruined your entire investigation.

"This is why the Bureau was hesitant to reinstate you. They were scared you wouldn't be able to control yourself." You snap at him, crossing your arms.

"Are you saying they made a mistake?" Spencer asks incrediously, suddenly becoming defensive.

"Maybe they did. Because you're acting like an asshole right now. You've been a jerk to Luke the entire day when he busted his ass to help get you out of Prison and back to me! Since when have you not trusted me during an interrogation? What did you think was going to happen? That I was going to let him touch me? I thought you trusted me." You cry out, tears filling your eyes now. Spencer didn't say anything as you turned for the door, anger still laced in his features.

"This has nothing to do with me not trusting you-"

"If you don't trust me, then maybe you should just hold onto my wedding ring for a while. I don't want it." You snap quietly, and you regret the words the second they leave your lips. No matter how mad he makes you, you'd never leave Spencer. You watch Spencer's expression shift from anger to...hurt. He watches silently as you slam the door behind you. Prison has turned him into somebody he isn't, and Spencer doesn't know how to turn off this part of his brain. The part telling him that you belong to him, and that he needs to protect what's his.

Rossi catches the sight of your tear stained cheeks as you move back towards the kitchen in the precinct. You wipe your tears as he comes to stand beside you, and the look on his face tells you that he overheard your fight with Spencer. Rossi bumps you with his elbow gently, a small smile on his face.

"You don't look okay." He says softly and you let out a self-depreciating laugh.

"I'm not. I don't know how to help Spencer, he doesn't trust me." You say sadly, your heart breaking in your chest.

"It's not you he doesn't trust, it's other men." Rossi clarifies, although it does little to ease the pain. You reach up to brush your hair behind your ear when Rossi catches your hand, examining your ring finger.

"Where's your wedding ring?"

"Told Spencer I didn't want it." The words are laced with heavy regret, and when you remember the look on his face when you said it you almost start to cry again. Rossi wraps an arm around you, and you lean your head on his shoulder.

"Deep down, he knows you didn't mean it." He tries to reassure you.

"That's the problem, he probably thinks I meant it."

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Normally it only takes you and Spencer a few hours to smooth things over after a fight. But this time, it's been nearly 3 hours and you haven't spoken a word to each other. You're both working on searching through Alan Baker's financial records without speaking at all. Neither of you have said anything, and Spencer still has your wedding ring. You desperately want it back, but you don't know how to start that conversation. You're angry about how he's been treating everybody, and you feel like asking for your ring is accepting defeat. You're not ready to accept defeat. When Emily comes into the room, her eyes settle on the two of you.

"Okay, what's going on with you guys?" Her arms are crossed.

"Nothing." The word comes from both yours and Spencer's mouths at the same time, and you say it far too quickly. Emily raises one brow at the two of you before closing the door behind her.

"Alright I'm going to have to be a boss now. We are not going to lock this guy away if the two of you are fighting. We need everybody on their A-game. Fix it. Now, and I mean right now." She says, leaving the room but closing the door behind her. There's a suffocating silence that fills the room, both you and Spencer too stubborn to speak first. But you can't take it, you hate it when he's mad at you. You hate it when you guys fight, which isn't often but it does happen occasionally.

"I didn't mean it." You whisper, leaning on the table, facing away from him. Spencer doesn't say anything but you know he's listening.

"I didn't mean it Spencer, I want my ring." He'd be lying if he said he wasn't relieved to hear you say that, his entire world crashed down around him the second you told him to keep the ring. The irrational part of his brain told him you were going to divorce him.

"Can I please have it back?" You ask, barely turning your head to look at him. With a huff Spencer pushes away from the table to move in front of you. His eyes are focused on your hand, he has yet to look at you. Spencer fishes around in his pocket before he finds your ring and gently slides it onto your ring finger.

"You have to stop glaring at any man that gets to close to me, especially Luke." You tell him, but he continues to look away from you. Spencer pushes past you to stand near the windows, his back facing you. The thing about Spencer is that he's stubborn, really stubborn. You take a few steps towards him, nibbling on your lower lip.

"I love you Spencer, I'm sorry. I was an ass, but you acted like an ass too." You tell him, but Spencer only turns his head further away from you. You move to stand in front of him, but his eyes turn to the ground and his arms are crossed tightly. Seriously?

"Please talk to me Spencer, tell me what's going on." You can see the frustration laced in his features, there's something on the tip of his tongue that he needs to say.

"Spencer."

"After you left from your visit, do you know why I didn't let you come back?" Spencer snaps, his hands finding your shoulders to yank your body against his. Your chest collides with his and suddenly you feel a dampness building between your legs. You instantly turn to putty in his hands.

"I didn't let you come back because that asshole told everybody about you. Told everybody what a tight little body you have. Soon the entire cell block was fantasizing about my 'sexy wife'. Do you have any idea what it's like to listen to men constantly talk about fucking your wife?" Spencer's voice is tense, but you can see it. The lust building behind his eyes, the frustration, and the fear of losing you simmering underneath it all.

"N-No." Your voice is breathy, and your eyes are lidded as Spencer's hands slide up your arms to your shoulders.

"It's fucking hell Y/N. Every time I see any man look at you I want to rip his eyes out, and I can't turn it off. I've tried, and the way that Alvez looks at you- it drives me fucking crazy." Spencer snaps, the anger building by the second. Your entire body begins to hum with an intense need, and Spencer can see it in your eyes. Spencer releases you then and he turns for the door, at first you're afraid he's going to leave but instead he locks the door. Luckily it's late, so the police station is more deserted then it is during the day. Turning back to you, Spencer reaches for the blinds next and you can't help but follow his every movement with your eyes.

"Get on your knees." Spencer says suddenly, and you freeze in shock. Did he just say...?

"Get. On. Your. Knees." Spencer says again through clenched teeth, leaning back against the table, heat simmering in his eyes. His hands grip the edge of the table and you feel a throb from between your legs. Quickly you scramble onto your knees in front of him, your hands reaching up to undo his belt. Once the belt is unfastened, you're quickly unbuttoning his dress slacks, your eagerness making your hands a bit clumsy. Spencer has never been this dominant during sex, but you have no complaints. He has your knees weak and he hasn't even touched you. You quickly dip your hand into his boxers to pull his hardening cock out. As soon as his cock is freed, your lips are wrapping around the head. Spencer's head tosses back in ecstasy.

"Your lips look so pretty stretched around my cock. Those bastards could only imagine having you on your knees for them." Spencer snaps, his hand weaving into the hair at the back of your head. You moan softly around him at his crude words, slowly sliding down his cock. Spencer groans when he feels your tongue laving the underside of his cock, along the vein that runs from base to tip. Apparently feeling impatient, Spencer pushes your head further down his cock. He feels his tip right at the entrance of your throat, and with one gentle thrust he breaches your throat and his cock slides all the way into your mouth.

"Fuck," Spencer hisses, and Spencer does not curse often. So the fact that you have been able to draw curses from his mouth is nothing short of a miracle. Spencer's chest heaves slightly as you gag lightly around him, drawing another deep groan from his chest. You feel nearly desperate to please him, you need to make him cum. You want him to fucking pound you, you want him to use your body for his pleasure. You want him to release all of his frustration out on you, you want to be sore when he's done.

"You're mine. This is my body to touch and admire, my tight pussy to stretch open, mine." Spencer growls, thrusting gently to meet your hasty movements. You whimper around his cock, gagging slightly again as spit dribbles down your chin. Your eyes are wide and watery as you look up at him, and the sight of you nearly causes him to blow his load. You just look so fucking beautiful on your knees in front of him, drool on your chin and your mouth full of cock. It's a sight he will never forget. You move your head faster, keeping your eyes locked on his. Spencer squeezes the edge of the table, his head tossing back when his orgasm hits him. You feel his cum shooting in spurts to the back of your throat and you swallow every drop. Once you pull off him, Spencer is grabbing your elbows to pull you to stand.

Spencer's hands are reaching for the button of your dress slacks as his mouth presses messily to yours. Spencer's tongue pushes into your mouth, his hands pushing your pants down and you kick them off. Instantly, Spencer's fingers are sliding into your panties and through your slick folds. You whine loudly against his mouth, your eyes fluttering shut as his palm roughly cradles the back of your head.

"Need to make sure you know who you belong to." Spencer snaps as he pulls away from you, quickly pushing two long fingers into your dripping hole. You cry out before Spencer is slapping a hand over your mouth, your back pressed against the wall. Spencer's slender frame is leaning against you, effectively trapping you against the wall and his body. Your eyes are rolling when Spencer's finger crook inside of you while roughly thrusting into you.

"Gotta be quiet, wouldn't want Luke to catch us now would we?" Spencer breathes in the shell of your ear, sending goosebumps spreading over your skin. You are completely at Spencer's mercy and you wouldn't have it any other way. The pleasure shooting through you goes rocketing up your spine when Spencer scissors his fingers inside of you. You're mumbling incoherently against his palm, desperate pleas not to stop, to please let you cum. Your entire body is flushed, and you feel sweat on your skin like a sheen layer over you. Spencer feels you begin to squeeze around his fingers and he replaces his palm with his mouth, swallowing all of your moans and desperate cries.

Your back is arching as your high approaches, and you climb higher and higher to meet it. Spencer never lets up, his fingers steadily pumping into you and his lips muffling all of your cries of pleasure. The sounds you make are music to his ears, they tell him that you will always be his, no matter what childish fears he has. Your hands come up to unbutton the buttons on Spencer's dress shirt, you need to feel more of him. Before you can finish undressing your husband, his fingers nudge your cervix and you instantly clamp around his fingers, your body convulsing.

"You look so beautiful when you cum." Spencer praises, his cock rock hard again. He needs to be inside of you as soon as humanely possible. Spencer pulls away from you to grasp the base of his cock, no need to bother with protection. The two of you already agreed that you want to try for a baby anyway.

"Please baby, please get inside me. How could you think I'd ever leave you? I love you, and nobody could make me cum like you can." You moan desperately, turning to bend over the table. Spencer's hand runs up your spine, enjoying the way you wriggle your hips in search of his cock. There are butterflies squirming in your stomach as you spread your legs apart wider for him, but he still doesn't bring his cock closer to you.

"Oh c'mon Spence don't do this please. Baby, fuck me." You plead, nearly sobbing as you shamlessly beg. He presses his tip against your soaked entrance and you whine. You hear fabric rustling around and you turn your head just in time to see him pull his tie from around his neck.

"I needed to hear you beg for me, and this is to keep you quiet. As much as I love the sounds you make when I'm inside you, I can't let anyone else hear you." Spencer says, his voice low and rumbling from his chest. You open your mouth to let him tie the silk fabric in your mouth. You try to whimper but you gag around the tie in your mouth, and you see a pleased smile cross onto Spencer's face. Your fingers grasp at the edge of the table as you impatiently wait for Spencer to push into you. You feel his glorious cock nestled at your entrance, the tip barely nudging in. You feel another wave of slick gush out of you and Spencer is running his tip through your already drenched folds. Such a tease.

You whine softly, trying to push back against him. Spencer chuckles darkly before his hands grasp your hips to hold you steady. With one firm thrust, Spencer is breaching your folds and sliding deep inside you. You feel heat searing through you, your head dropping to the table as you whimper through the burn. The stretch burns more then you anticipated, and you hear Spencer groaning softly, which sends another wave of liquid heat rushing through you.

"God you feel so good baby, you take my cock so fucking well." Spencer praises, gently pulling out to slowly thrust back in. His eyes are locked on the place where you two connect, watching with hooded eyes as his cock disappears inside you.

"I wish you could see this baby, I love watching you take my cock." He praises through a soft moan, and you drink up every sound he makes. Spencer needed this so bad and you love the fact that you can give him a type of relief nobody else on the planet can give him. Spencer steadily thrusts into you when you both hear footsteps slowly passing outside the room. You expect Spencer to stop, to pull out of you and start redressing but he doesn't. He slows his pace considerably, but he still slowly thrusts into you.

"Shh, I would hate for whoever that is to see my cock buried in your pretty pussy." Spencer whispers as he leans forward to whisper in your ear. You struggle to contain the whimpers, but somehow you remain completely silent as Spencer gently thrusts into you. Once whoever it is passes by, Spencer resumes his quicker thrusts. His pelvis hits your ass with enough force to send you lurching across the table and your fingers scramble to find purchase against the smooth surface.

"This is my pussy, you're my wife, you're mine. Not Luke's, not that dick from the Prison. Mine." Spencer says, punctuating the words with a sharp thrust into you. You wished you could answer him, that you could cry to the heavens that you belong to Spencer Reid- that you never want to belong to anybody else. You settle for squeezing his cock whenever it returns to your velvety warmth, chanting the same word in your head over and over.

Yours yours yours yours yours.

Your forehead presses against the table, muffled and strangled cries escaping your lips every time Spencer hits deep inside you. His cock stretches you perfectly, and always hits places deep inside you. Places you didn't know existed. Soon you feel your orgasm creeping up on you, and you feel lightheaded so you reach up to yank the tie away from your mouth.

"Please make me cum Spence, I'm so close baby please don't stop." You beg, muffling your moans with your palm as he drives his cock into you. You feel sweat covering your entire body and Spencer holds your hips with a bruising force. You feel that coil winding tighter and tighter, and you release a high pitched whine when Spencer's hand snakes around your body to thumb your clit.

"Oh Spencer your cock feels so good, soo good baby. Always feels so good, fuck baby I love you," You're not sure what you're saying at this point, an incoherent mess of praises for the man above you. Spencer loves when he reduces you to this, speaking in a jumble of words and disconnected statements because you can't think with his cock inside you.

"I, shit, I love you-" Spencer gasps, slamming his cock inside you and rolling your clit before you're squeezing around him tightly, your mouth falling open in a silent scream. You cum in hot gushes around him and Spencer can only offer a few more stuttering thrusts before he's cumming with a loud growl, coating your walls in his hot cum. Spencer keeps his cock inside you, ensuring his cum stays inside you. He wants to get you pregnant. His palms gently hold your hips, and all the frustration he's felt all day has completely disappeared. His chest is heaving from the exertion but he feels more relaxed then he has all day. There's a smile on your face and your eyes are closed as your legs finally give out and you collapse against the table.

"You okay?" You hear Spencer's voice, and you can't help but smile when you hear that he's panting slightly. You hum with a smile on your face.

"I'm amazing." You mumble back, feeling Spencer begin to gently massage your back. You love enjoying the afterglow with him, even if you're laying on a table. Slowly Spencer pulls out, but he groans softly when he sees his cum inside your pussy. He reaches to the floor to pull your panties and dress slacks back up your legs and he quickly tucks himself back into his pants. He buttons the 4 buttons you managed to open on his shirt before he's gently pulling you to stand.

"You sure you're alright?" Spencer asks, concern in his eyes. You nod with a smile, but when he releases his hold on your shoulders, you feel your legs tremble and give out underneath you. Spencer immediately catches you and sets you down on the table. You laugh softly.

"Guess you fucked me good."

"Sorry." Spencer says sheepishly, but you press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"Don't be, that had to have been the best sex we've had in a long time." You mumble against his lips and Spencer hums in agreement. Reaching for his tie, Spencer shoves it in his pocket before he pokes his head out of the room you guys just defiled.

"Spencer, I'm so sorry about what I said. I love you so much, I didn't mean what I said about my ring-" You blubber suddenly, drawing Spencer's attention to you. He cradles your head against his chest, pressing kisses to your forehead.

"I know baby, it's okay. I love you." Spencer answers quietly, holding you to him tightly.

"I'm sorry I was a jerk today. I'm just so protective of you. I can't let anything steal you from me." Spencer admits softly and you cup his cheeks to make him look at you. There is a sadness in his eyes that you want to obliterate, you can't stand it when he's sad. It breaks your heart.

"Nothing could steal me from you. I only want you Spencer." You say quietly and you see tears misting his eyes. He presses his lips desperately against yours, and you feel tears cascading down yours and his cheeks. The kiss is wet, but it's passionate and you throw every ounce of love you have for this man into it. When you and Spencer part, your foreheads are pressed together.

"Hey Spence? How am I gonna get to the hotel. I can't walk." You say softly with a giggle and Spencer smiles mischievously.

"I guess I'll have to carry you." He scoops you bridal style into his arms then and you blush deeply when he carries you out of the room and towards the front entrance.

"Spencer! Everybody is going to know!" You whisper into his ear and he chuckles.

"Good."

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kaijime · 3 years

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watch your mouth

includes. osamu miya x f!reader

cw. corruption kink, virgin reader/first time, osamu wants to breed u <33, dubcon, kitchen sex? [it’s in his shop so?], fingering, pierced dick [prince albert piercing], vaginal penetration, size kink, praise kink, tummy bulge, breeding kink, slight dumbification, creampie, thigh slapping?

wc. 3k

a/n. my piece for @seita’s corrupt-a-virgin collab, thank you for letting me join!!

osamu miya likes to think he follows a strict routine. he wakes up early, shows up for his job, works, and goes home, waiting for tomorrow to arrive and the cycle to repeat itself.

but ever since you've entered his restaurant, you've become a part of his routine.

he sits behind the kitchen counter, watching in admiration how you tend to the customers. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't staring at your ass, but it’s not a lie if he doesn't say it right?

"samu?" there's that nickname again, the one you deemed him ever since that interview for the part time job. "this customer says you forgot to give her a part of her order"

"no i didn't"

"yeah, look" you approach him with the receipt in hand, pointing to a small part of the inked writing. "see?"

he can't see. or at least he can't see the receipt. he's too focused on you, pressing up against him. he knows you're not at fault, but you couldn't be that innocent.

you couldn't be innocent enough to not know the things you were doing to him, the things you were making him feel, the urges that blossomed with every lingering look and longing touch you left on his body. you just couldn't be.

right?

yet, even when his idiotic brother dropped by his shop and shamelessly started flirting with you, you, it seemed like you didn't catch onto what he was doing.

"what's the freakiest place you've ever had sex in?" the fake blond asked, and osamu would've stopped him, if he wasn't curious to hear the answer for himself. still, he doesn't drive his full attention away from the counters he's been wiping, seemingly focused on the simple task.

you chuckled awkwardly under your breath. "that's inappropriate, tsu-"

"c'mon, tell me" he bumps his elbow against yours "can't be that bad"

"no i-... i've never uhm..." osamu can tell you're stumbling and stuttering to find an answer, so he lends you a few helping words.

"'tsumu” he calls "will ya stop harrassin' my employees?"

"'m just talkin' to her samu, no need to make a big fuss" he downs the last of his food and leaves, supposedly in a sudden rush.

it doesn't seem like it’s been hours since then, but the moon hangs low, and the crickets sing outside the window in spite of the late hour. despite the passing of time, not a single word has been said between you and your boss about the conversation you had with his brother, and every minute that passes only seems to thicken the tension between the two of you.

"shit" you mumble, mostly to yourself. you didn’t expect him to shoot up from his place, bent down searching through the lower cabinets.

"watch yer mouth" he says, an evident frown on his face, where he would once smile at you and nod in greeting.

"sorry" you reply, lip pouting slightly while you cleaned off your finger with a paper towel "just got a papercut" the blood tints the paper red and you wince at the stinging sensation.

"here" he holds out his hand to examine yours, even though you already cleaned most of it off, there's still a slight trickle of blood. he wipes it out with the towel he always hangs on his shoulder.

as he cleans your hand, he can't help but think about how it'd look so pretty wrapped around his cock. it would certainly bring more relief than his fist after all this time he's spent thinking about you while stroking himself late at night.

it’s not the first time thoughts like these cloud osamu's mind, but this time he's a little less discreet about it. he stares at your hand like he wants to devour it, and you'd be a fool not to notice it.

"samu?" you call out to his faraway mind, and he snaps out of his thoughs, loosening his grip around your hand.

"right" he mumbles, clearing his throat "sorry"

"thank you" you almost whisper, if he wasn't so close to you, he probably wouldn't have heard it.

he turns and goes back to the cabinets, thinking about what you answered earlier. you'd never what? had sex? were you that uncorrupted?

it would make sense to him, and it would help ease the pain of seeing you let his brother flirt with you like he wasn't even there, but those are all selfish reasons he wants to believe, and he's too scared to ask.

apparently not scared enough.

“what were ya talkin’ about with my brother” he asks, nonchalant as ever, making your breath hitch as you turned around hesitantly.

“we were just chatting” you say, the slightest purse on your lips that tried to relieve the nervousness of the conversation.

“sorry about that” he apologizes. “he can be annoyin’ sometimes”

“oh no, he wasn’t” you lie, clenching around the table cloth you held in your hands. even if the talk had been going smoothly, you still felt on edge after the question his brother left you thinking about. “he was really friendly”

“really?” his hands find comfort in his pockets, and if you’d looked close enough, you would’ve seen the slight smirk in his lip, one that indicates how eager he is to hear what you had to say. “then why didn’ you answer his question?”

if only you knew how much it mattered to him, to know if you were a pretty untouched virgin or not. osamu miya likes to go for girls like you, college girls who look for a quick cashgrab as a part time employee, innocent little girls who unknowingly fall for his charms and next thing you know he’s ruining them with his cock.

but you feel different, you feel delicate. like a pretty piece of porcelain he might break if he continues to toy with you under his calloused hands. yet, he can’t help but think about how perfect he finds your body. perfectly ripe and ready to be filled to the brim with his seed, the perfect age to be plump and round with a child. his child.

“does it matter?”

oh, it does, especially when he pins you against the counter and grips your cheeks between his thumb and his index finger. “samu?” you ask, displaying that innocent look on your face he’d grown to hate.

“i told ya to watch yer mouth” his hands roam down your body until they grab at the back of your thighs. “now jump”

“samu i- i’ve never done anything like-“

“i said jump” hesitant with your actions, you jump and wrap your legs around his waist as he settles you on the shop counter, where he takes off your pants and runs a finger over your clothes slit.

“please” you grip his wrist and beg in hopes for him to stop, but he slaps it away, pinning them behind you with his other hand. he slides your panties down your legs and plays with your clit, circling the nub with his fingertips and watching as your expression changes from one of fear to pleasure.

“please what?” his breath shudders against your neck, where he nuzzles his head and finds comfort in your scent. he slowly inserts a finger into your hole, scanning your face and searching for any signs of discomfort, despite him practically forcing you into this position.

you’re not strong enough to answer him, too lost in the way his fingers feel inside you. you’d been too afraid to do anything by yourself, but god did it feel so good when you gave yourself up to him, slightly bucking your hips into his thrusting fingers and arching your back into his frame.

he’s fond of every little expression you make, the bite of your lips, the clench of your thighs around his hand, and the tilt of your head, willingly granting him access to the skin, all for him to mark, bite and suck. all for him to claim as his.

“d’ya like it?” he asks, putting another one of his fingers to use inside your tight walls, feeling them clench and suck his fingers back inside every time he was close to taking them out.

“yes! yes! i-i... mmh!” you can’t even finish the sentence, not only because you’re sobbing and clenching around his digits uncontrollably at the foreign yet pleasurable sensation, but also because his lips suddenly enclosed yours in a hungry kiss.

he didn’t even have to put up a fight with you, pleased to find you let him do whatever he wanted with your mouth. his tongue tangles with yours in a passionate clash of lips, until he pulls away at the feeling of your hips wildly bucking against his hand, a sign of your inevitable orgasm approaching.

“feels weird ‘samu! ‘s-‘samu please!” the implication of your sensations being new to you made his cock strained against his pants, threatening the thick fabric of his jeans to snap if he grew even harder. the tight knot in your stomach finally snaps when he curls his fingers, sending you into ecstasy as your vision blocked out and you moaned uncontrollably loud.

still, after everything, osamu hasn’t forgotten where he is, and he knows his shop isn’t a decent place to lose your virginity. so he puts you down with shaky legs and slips up your panties, catching you before your trembling thighs can treason you and make you fall.

“do ya have a car here?” he says, grabbing his keys from the counter and puts a hand on your hip, guiding you over to the door which he locks before he continues to walk to his car. the dim lighting of the parking made this the perfect spot, if he were to fuck you in his car, no one would see it. but he has self control, or at least he tells himself that.

“no, my friend usually picks me up” he hums an answer and opens the passenger door to his car.

“i live a few minutes from here” he explains “wanna come over?” he asks, fully aware that he’s taking a leap of faith and you could just refuse him. but that’s not the case, and he’s more than happy to see you hesitantly get in his car and put your bag in your lap, covering yourself as much as you can since he ‘forgot’ to give you back your shorts.

the short ride to his house is awkwardly silent, and terribly torturous. his hand had found home in your thigh, and it had only sent an ache between your legs like you’d never felt before, prompting a clench from your thighs every so often.

he wasn’t lying, he only lived ten minutes away from his shop, but the distance seemed so much longer when his lingering touch would leave you high with the need for more.

“you ready?” he asks, holding the door open for you again as he waits for you to take his hand and get out of his car. he’s quick with hoisting you up and wrapping your thighs against his hips, carrying you to his doorway and leading the way to his room. there, he gently placed you on the bed and stripped off his clothing, taking off the apron he should’ve taken off at the shop, his shirt, his pants and—

“eager?” he can see the wanting look in your eyes, he’d be a fool not to notice it. his voice only startles you out of your thoughts, enough to make you stand up and take off your shirt as well, now fully exposed to him if it weren’t for the bra covering up your tits. there’s only so much he can hold back, but right now, with those pretty puppy eyes you unintentionally give him, he just can’t help it when he takes off your bra and slightly suckles at your nipple, circling his tongue around your perky nub and watching your face warm up in embarrassment.

he takes you to his bed again, this time while he plants kisses all over your neck. he’s hungry with the way he nips and bites at the skin, leaving a trail of teeth marks that would need to be covered up in the morning. in the morning, because right now, you couldn’t be bothered to care about anything else other than the way he rutted against you.

his cock already seemed big when he hadn’t taken off his briefs, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he slipped them off and rubbed his tip against your clit, right?

he was huge, thick tip dripping precum, with a girth that looked too big to be real, pulsing against your pussy. he positions it against your drooling hole, using your slick to lube up his tip and feeling— metal?

you sit up, leaning against your elbows to see the prince albert piercing that runs along his tip, metal jewelry threatening to slip into your pussy, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“i-it won’t fit!” you kick and shake your thighs around him, only for him to put your ankles together and fold your legs over his shoulder, pinning you down and slipping in the pierced head of his cock. you wince and gasp at the sudden stretch, silenced by his mouth clashing against yours, eagerly nipping at your bottom lip, desperate to drink in all your saccharine moans.

“good girl” he praises, slipping in inch by inch of his cock into your tight virgin walls “fuck- this tight little cunt is suckin’ me in, want ma cock princess? yeah? gonna stuff ya full of me ‘til ya can’t even speak, you’ll just be a dumb baby for me”

“hurts!” your words only drive him closer to shoving himself in one smooth thrust, but he holds back, he sees how much you struggle to take barely half of him, he wants to make this good for you to. he wants to make your first time your best time, the one you’ll remember and think about if you ever fuck another man. he wants to mold your insides to fit his cock perfectly, he wants to train you to be his perfect little girl who won’t find another way to get off if she doesn’t have his cock, he wants you to depend on him to always make you feel good.

“‘s ok princess” he leans down, folding you into a mating press as he kisses your neck and slips in the last of his cock, covered in a thin layer of white sheen. “my good girl, creamin’ around me” he mumbles against your ear while he starts a slow pace into your pussy, carefully rutting his hips into you, almost afraid he would break you. “so pretty”

“please!” you sob, tears stream down your face despite his carefulness, it would break his heart, but he can feel the way your own body betrays you, clenching around him and pulling him in for more of the delicious sensation of his cock dragging against your walls. “so big! c-can’t take it!”

“sure ya can, look” he puts a hand to your tummy, guiding you to do the same as he puts his hand over yours. there’s a small bulge, that appears and disappears whenever he thrusts in and out. “you’re takin’ it so well princess, keep yer hand right there” his other hand starts working tight circles against your clit, making you throw back your head at the sudden sensation.

“no! if you do that i-!”

“what are ya gonna do? cum? clench around my cock like yer doin’ right now every time i praise ya?” you fist the sheets to your sides, anything to relieve the aching between your legs and the tight knot that keeps forming in your stomach again.

“please don’t!” you desperately paw at his wrist, only to be slapped away and for him to increase the speed of his cock, rutting into your with more force. suddenly, the head of his piercing hits a different spot, one that left you gasping for air and arching your back against the mattress. “ah! right there- right there ‘samu!”

“yeah? you like it when i fuck ya right there?” he parrots, angling his hips at the same spot over and over, abusing it until he’s sloppily thrusting into you, on the verge of cumming and spilling all his load into you. “my pretty girl, moanin’ like a bitch in heat, all because i’m makin’ ya feel good”

“yes ‘samu! please please, please m-make me feel good! wanna cum, please!” fresh tears roll down your cheeks as you scream and beg for him, unwillingly rutting your hips against him as you cum around his cock, your high too much for your sensitive body as you whine uncontrollably when he doesn’t stop. you’re too overstimulated to say a word, gone too dumb on his cock to even realize that you’re babbling little nonsense words about how good you feel, and how much you want him.

“dumb lil’ thing” he says, giving one sharp, final thrust before he empties his load between your legs, deep inside you, careful not to move you too much in fear of his cum spilling out of your clenching hole.

he’s right, you are a dumb little thing, because as soon as he pulls out you’re desperately bucking your hips, blindly searching for him in hope he would fill up the sudden emptiness in your pussy, unintentionally spilling all his hard work between your thighs.

“no!” he grunts, slapping your thigh and grounding you to the mattress as you wince in pain, dark color blossoming at the skin where he’d placed the spank. “look what you’ve done, bad fuckin’ girl” he says, the sudden tone shift sends a tinge of fear all over your body, and you’re reduced to nothing but a kin to a stray puppy, a terrible look of guilt in your eyes, even if you don’t realize what you’ve done wrong.

“look at the mess you made” he mumbles, flipping you over and placing ass up “now i’m gonna have to fill ya up all over again”

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aetheternity · 3 years

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Hard pass P6 (Levi x Reader)

Synopsis: Levi is forced out of his comfy dorm room and in a strange twist of events right into your arms at a college party.

(These chapters come later and later and I'm sorry but I do plan on finishing this story.)

Levi plopped against the tree next to Y/N.

"What should we do?" She asked

Despite the unfortunate circumstances and the fact that they'd just finished pummeling down a hill, Levi immediately found that for the first time he wasn't cold. Wasn't a bundle of overactive nerves. Was just..

"Levi?"

"Not bad.."

"Huh?"

Shit he'd said that out loud..

His stomach pulsed as he made eye contact. Her normally comforting gaze a little more panicked. Now it was really starting to click. It was almost completely dark and they didn't have a way of getting back to the lodge.

"I-"

Y/N sighed, surprisingly the beginnings of a smile curved over her lips. "I'm sorry Levi, I know it was your first time and I wanted it to be really special but I doubt it was."

It started with the tips of his ears. Then covered his cheeks down to his snow covered collar and below. He jerked his head away and shut his eyes as her words hit him.

"I was the teacher after all. It's my job to keep my student safe." He blinked his eyes open making eye contact with the clouds.

"Can I be honest with you?" She asked

He blinked slowly before allowing himself a single nod. "Hange put me up to it."

Of course she did..

"And normally I don't want to help people learn things. But you helped me back in the library and I.. I like spending time with you."

The sounds of trees rustling with the window and soft coos of the birds final goodnight fell over them. What was supposed to happen now? What was he supposed to say to that? They were both here leaning against this tree. Eyes locked on each other so..

"I know that this can't be fun though. Not for you at least."

"What?"

"You're clearly the friend that gets dragged into everyone else's messes. All of my crap with Jean, everything Hange does, this trip in general."

She took a deep breath repositioning herself to wrap her arms around the uninjured leg. "And now this.."

Levi huffed scooting himself closer to Y/N with a very shaky arm he pulled her into his chest. "We're gonna get out of this."

She let out a little chuckle accepting the affectionate touch. Her head coming down to rest against Levi's shoulder blade. "No, I know. I just don't know how.."

Levi took a glance around. The world had grown mostly silent. And for once Levi would be thrilled to hear the sound of someone's skis shredding through the impossibly cold ground.

"We shouldn't stay here at least." Levi announced, pushing his weight up against the bark of the tree and shakily standing. He stretched a hand out. "It wouldn't be safe."

"I don't think I can climb back up the hill Levi." Y/N replied though she took his hand.

"It's ok, we'll be together." The words seemingly echoed through the trees even though he didn't say it that loud.

Heat filled his face as he pulled her arm over his shoulders tugging as much of her weight onto him as possible. He didn't realize till he did just how much he underestimated his own injuries. From what he could feel, a couple cuts on his back and neck. It felt like his shoulder could slip out of its socket and he'd definitely bruised his leg in a couple places but he pushed it aside.

"Not too fast ok?"

Levi couldn't tell which was stronger, the unsteady beats of his heart as he held Y/N's hand over his shoulder or the pain that was finally starting to settle from loss of adrenaline.

Now that they were standing Levi noticed a soft yellow light shone in the distance and decided to head towards it. "That's probably the light for the path." Y/N said as if reading Levi's mind.

"If we follow it we might be able to make it back up to the lodge right?" Levi asked

"Maybe.." Y/N paused, a sharp breath exited her lungs. "But who knows how long that'll take. We still don't really know how far away from the lodge we rolled."

"..We don't have a choice."

Pulling her arm around Levi's shoulder again Y/N slowly hopped through thick snow with Levi's guidance.

"Thanks, Levi."

"For what?"

"Not leaving me." She replied, she wrapped her hand around Levi's shoulder giving it a soft pat. "I know I said that you should get help but I'm glad you didn't. It's way darker out here than I thought it would be."

"It was too cold to leave you out here alone."

Y/N laughed, her voice bouncing off the trees with a booming echo. "You're kinda like my savior now huh?" Levi paused, eyebrow raised as he looked into her eyes. "Uh.. ignore me I'm probably losing brain cells from the cold."

"We'll get back as fast as we can.. take your time."

A loud rushing noise shook them from their conversation and Y/N said it before Levi could, "Oh my God, skis!" She practically jumped, "Hey!" She yelled and Levi was endlessly grateful for the sound getting louder.

In the heat of the moment he reached to his right tugging Y/N's waist in a little tighter. The unconscious motion making her send him a smile that sent his blood into the snow.

"Y/N!" Oh God he knew that voice..

"Jean?" Y/N seemed to have a similar reaction. "What're you doing out here in the snow?"

Levi flinched back a little as the unholy light of Jean's phone flashed his face. "Hange and Connie said you hadn't come back to the lodge and it was getting dark. What happened to your leg?" He asked, positioning himself under Y/N's free arm and unlatching his skis.

"Levi's fine too by the way." Y/N replied and even in the thick darkness Levi could see Jean's eyes roll in his head.

"Whatever let's just get back." Jean huffed

"You should've left your attitude back in the lodge or just stayed there in general."

"Really? You wanna start with me right now? When we're staggering up a hill? And you know this would be much faster if you let me carry you."

"I don't need you to carry me, I'm fine staggering." Y/N grunted

"It's fucking freezing out here why can't you just listen to me for once!" Jean fought back.

"I don't!-

"Let him carry you Y/N." Levi felt his pulse drop as both sides of the currently bickering twosome looked back at him with completely different emotions written on their faces. "It'll take us ten times longer to get back if you don't.." He finished

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed and her fingers clenched tighter on Levi's shoulder but eventually she caved. With one arm Jean hoisted her up while the other supported her back. Gently cradling her body. His skis draped in one hand. With the weight gone it was slightly easier to keep pace but seeing the grimace on Y/N's face made his stomach churn.

"Y/N-" Jean began, they finally reached the path again. Almost blinding yellow light leading them back up towards the lodge. The huge brown roof beckoning them back.

"Jean, I'm sorry. I know you only came to help."

Jean let out a sigh, "Listen Y/N, at this rate I'm afraid I'm going to permanently lose you." He said, "I'm so sorry about everything I said last night."

It was as if his chest had been sat on. An uncomfortable squeezing and the harsh tug of Levi's heart strings distracting him as he trudged along tripping on a rock he couldn't see.

Y/N's arm had wrapped themselves around Jean's shoulder, "It's your control issues-"

"No I know and I'm trying."

"I know Jean. I'm glad we can still come together like this even when we fight."

"So then, let's come together as a couple again." Levi paused, sinking in more ways than one.

"Jean.. wha-"

"I want to be your boyfriend again. I love being your friend but I love being your boyfriend more, I was hoping last time when we kissed-"

"Excuse me." Levi pushed past not even thinking about the way he jostled Jean's hold on Y/N. He just sped ahead as quickly as possible.

"Levi!" The sound of his name off Y/N's lips echoed off the trees but he didn't stop for even a second. Not because of the pain. Not when he walked inside without kicking the snow off his boots. Not when he was walking past his room and into Hange's.

He paused in the doorway surprise glinting in Erwin and Hange's eyes from where they were sat watching TV.

"Woah, so did you have fun with Y/N? You know I sent her your way right?" Hange remarked

"Doesn't look like it went well." Erwin replied

"Levi?"

"I'm gonna pack up and head back to the dorms tomorrow." Levi said, yanking his coat off his shoulders and laying it on Hange's bed, seating himself on the edge.

"But we're about to go back soon anyway. You should just stay till the end." Hange suggested, pulling her legs up on the bed to cross them.

"What happened with Y/N this time?" Erwin asked, his tone filled with fatigue.

"There's no point in me staying!" Levi said, ignoring Erwin.

"Oh, but there is!" Hange replied "Kara fucking oke."

Erwin blinked, "English?"

"Japanese." Hange corrected, getting an eye roll from both parties. "No but listen! Sasha says the trip is getting cut short on their end due to Connie having a family matter. And because of Connie's family matter they're all gonna drive back after tomorrow so we're gonna go with them."

"We are?" Erwin asks with a grunt

"It's either that or an expensive ticket back on the train."

"How do you just decide to cut our portion of the trip short because you wanna save money? And what family matter requires that he doesn't leave immediately?"

"Not like you were having the time of your life so who cares if we go back a couple days early." Hange argued "It's his little brother's birthday in three days from tomorrow. "

"I don't care I'm not staying." Levi announced over the ridiculous argument in front of him.

"Look, I don't know what happened out there but if you leave you're gonna miss karaoke."

"Way to row in the wrong direction Hange." Erwin scoffed

"Bite me!"

Erwin sunk back where he was sitting. His back curving and his blonde hair sticking up against the wall. Both arms crossed against his chest.

"Look whatever if you wanna sit in the back of the room and pout or not come and just stay in your room and read all day tomorrow then that's cool. I won't force you to come to karaoke. But just stay." Hange pressed both her hands together in front of Levi's face. "Please!" She begged, crouching in front of him on her knees.

"If you'll get up and shut up fine." Levi huffed, plopping back against the pillows.

Hange smiled, a sense of accomplishment clearly flooding her face. She pushed herself up off the floor mimicking Levi's gesture.

"What's the big deal?" Erwin asked "I feel like you know something we don't."

"Yup." Hange laughed

Day eight

It was 12 pm. 12 pm and the most movement Levi had made today was going to the bathroom. Well that and putting a heating pad in the microwave to place on his back and shoulder. He didn't sleep all night, brain too wracked with hundreds of thoughts. Why'd he have to go and like a girl? He'd always been so content with never dating or falling in love and it'd never steered him wrong before.

And as much as he wanted to hide it when he face timed his mom she was always the first person to see right through him. And then try to give him mom advice. Not that he didn't appreciate it, just really could've lived without it.

But he could never bring himself to tell her. Just nodded along till she finished and said his goodbyes. A drawn out sigh falling off his lips as he laid his phone down. To his own surprise no one had come to check on him all day. Not that it bothered him, Hange and Erwin always came by eventually.

He shut his eyes just wanting the sweet drag of sleep to overtake him at least once today. Though that was asking way too much especially since a couple loud knocks were forcing him back into reality.

"Open!" He called

Of course now when he was trying to drift off was when Hange and Erwin come by, he should've just gone home expensive ticket or not this wasn't-

"Hey.. sorry to bother you." Y/N staggered forward and Levi flipped over onto his stomach without thinking. Pulse in his throat.

"Like it? Jean, Connie and Sasha took me to see a doctor early this morning." She gestured to her foot which was wrapped in what had to be a very sweaty and uncomfortable boot. Levi didn't really know how to respond so he nodded, laying his chin on his hands. "Liar." She whispered with a sweet giggle.

His heart sped along like it always did. Reaching out like it could grab her. Why'd she come? Wouldn't she rather be with Jean? He almost outwardly sucked his teeth at the thought.

She managed to limp her way over to Levi's side sitting next to him on the bed. "How are you doing crash buddy?"

At this point he would prefer to cut to the chase. Ask her why she was really here but when she looked down at him he felt almost intimidated. Stomach coiled in a tight little bow.

"F-fine.." He pouted, burying his face in the sheets.

She laughed. "You look fine." She poked at his shoulder and he lifted his head again.

"Wouldn't you rather be doing karaoke?" He sighed

"No. Cause you're not there." She replied, her hands ghosting over his back. "And why aren't you there? Why'd you leave so fast yesterday?"

Levi shrugged, "Don't like karaoke.."

"And yesterday?"

Levi's slick black hair fluttered over his nose as he turned his head to completely look at her. Pout adorning his features.

Y/N shut her eyes, "I told Jean no." She said simply.

When she opened her eyes it was probably to Levi's slightly parted lips, and sparkling grey eyes. "Wh- I- Why?"

She shrugged, "Cause I have feelings.. for you.."

She paused. Levi paused. The world paused. And every bit of Levi's entire body stopped working. He hoped he didn't look as red as he felt. He wanted so bad to cough or make her repeat or something but the painfully long silence just lingered on.

"I- was it bad that I told you?" She tried

Her face was all scrunched. Eyes shut super tight. One of her gorgeous lips tucked between her front teeth. Her uninjured leg shook and her fingers twisted in the bed sheets.

"Levi, please.. say something.."

"I- uh.." She took a chance looking over at a still processing Levi. "S-say it again.."

She looked away and back again as Levi sat up straight on the bed. "Levi, I have feelings for you."

And finally Levi let go of a breath he didn't know he was holding. "I- Me.. um.. it.." When she laughed again it was much louder, her head flopping down to touch his shoulder which honestly just made his body that much hotter.

"I'm hoping what you're trying to say is me too?"

Levi nodded a little too enthusiastically.

"Can I hug you?"

He nodded again. When she pulled him in it was by the small of his back and he reciprocated in the most Levi way possible. Arms vague as they ghosted over her shoulders and back before finally settling for a similar place as her. Which managed to earn him a little giggle.

"You're so cute." She muttered against his skin.

Levi just shut his eyes an overwhelming warmth flowing through his entire body. He slowly relaxed into the feeling of hugging her. This girl he'd been so entranced by. It felt so perfect just to sit here with her. She liked him? She chose him?

When she pulled back she lingered. Nose almost touching his own. Her sweet scent caught on Levi's nose, her breath tingling his upper lip. And she stayed, so close. So so close to him, like she didn't wanna move away. What was this? He inched away and slowly but surely she backed up with a little smile.

"So." She said "Does this mean you'll be coming to karaoke? You don't have to sing. The fun is watching Connie and Sasha butcher Katy Perry."

"Maybe later.." He replied innocently

"OK." When she pulled him in this time Levi hoped she wouldn't let go. Hoped he could have her pressed so firmly against him for the rest of the day.

But she did go. With the cutest smile and the softest pat to his knee. She left and softly closed his door behind her. Leaving Levi to lay in his bed with a pillow cuddled up against him.

~~~~

Levi did go to karaoke. Did he enjoy it? Unsurprisingly no. Y/N had failed to mention that Connie and Sasha had no clue what harmonizing was. Not to mention Hange's loud screech singing in which Moblit was drowned out and Erwin who had no idea what a key was.

Jean hadn't come. Not that he was complaining.

As much as Connie and Sasha had begged though, Y/N had decided against singing herself. Staying by Levi's side all night which he did enjoy. Ok fine, he enjoyed karaoke a little. Not enough to ever do it again but he wasn't stressed anymore.

And at the near end of the night Y/N gave him another hug that had his toes curling in his shoes. Heart thumping against his chest like a small chorus.

It was such a terrifying and yet perfect combination of different emotions all terribly out of tune and delightful on beat with each other. He hated how much he loved it. And of course he had to leave her. This gorgeous girl that was into him for-

"She was trying to kiss you dumbass!" Hange yelped so loud he was sure cars on the road down the hill heard.

Levi huffed, sliding back in his chair.

"Yeah.. how could you not have realized?" Erwin questions, his hand resting under his chin.

"She wasn't! I would've known if she was."

"How oblivious can one person be?" Hange threw her hands up in disgust.

"She was trying to kiss you, or well she wanted to kiss you." Erwin tried

"Congrats, you have a girlfriend who's gonna dump you cause you can't read a room." Hange scoffed

All Levi heard was he had a girlfriend.

~~~~

Normally Levi was ok with packing up and heading out but the whole morning was endless torture.

Between Erwin sulking about how he would have to get a new bag once they got back and Hange being overly hyper so early in the morning he barely got a second to think over everything and make sure he wasn't missing anything.

At some point Hange just disappeared not that Levi was complaining and Erwin found out about five different things he had to do before leaving. But by 11:00 am they finally all stuffed into the car which was actually worse than it had been when they'd all gone to the grocery store.

Short reason? Some bags couldn't properly fit in the back so bags on laps was the way they were going.

"Promise you'll be back soon?" Moblit asked as he loaded Hange's luggage into the back.

Hange shrugged, "Or you could come visit me."

"When would I have the time?"

They continued on for an ungodly amount of time until Connie finally laid down on the horn startling not only everyone in the car but Moblit and Hange as well.

Y/N glared where she was seated next to Levi and Connie just shrugged, "I just wanna get going." He remarked

"You act like Hange's the one holding us up." Y/N replied

"Where is Jean anyway?" Sasha asked as Hange squeezed Erwin's broad ass shoulders further into the car almost barely closing the door with a huff. "You guys are so cute together." Sasha teased

"Don't start Sasha." Hange replied

Sasha turned with a devious grin, "And you two.."

"Don't start Sasha."

"I bet he's up there crying." Connie snorted

"Stop it Connie." Y/N replied she squeezed Levi's hand a little tighter. From the second they got into the car she'd been pressed up tightly against him and with the edition of Hange they were even closer together. Her arm in his lap.

He tried not to think about it too much but the added heat was so foreign, almost strange. Their fingers were interlocked, their arms were interlocked. It brought a beautiful sense of pleasure to him every time he looked at it.

"I talked to Jean yesterday." Y/N admitted giving Levi's hand another squeeze. "He seemed ok." She said more as though she was trying to convince herself. Nodding even though Levi hadn't said a word.

"He's upset?"

"Who wouldn't be?" Her thumb brushed over Levi's knuckles. "But I know he'll be ok, let's just keep it lowkey around him for now."

The sound of the trunk opening had Y/N and Levi bouncing up in their seats. "Jean boy!" Connie and Sasha called in unison.

"Sasha please, it's already so uncomfortable back here." Erwin said as Sasha tried to pull her arms back down to her sides.

"Y/N could always sit in Levi's lap." Connie giggled getting a laugh from both Hange and Sasha. Though he was shut down by Y/N's piercing glare.

He quickly turned back around in his seat. Soon Jean was piling into the car with one of his smaller bags in his lap before putting it next to Connie.

"Why?" Connie asked with a grunt.

"I can't drive with something in my lap especially since my laptop is in there." Jean replied

"Who told you to bring your laptop?" Connie huffed, repositioning himself with the bag.

"This is gonna be a long trip." Hange sighed as Erwin struggled to put his headphones on next to her.

"Your fault for not filling your car with gas." Levi replied

"Oh? Are you complaining when you've got a pretty girl laying on you over there?" She fought back causing Levi's face to swell with red. Y/N's laughter only fueling his discomfort.

"Hey Jean?" Connie asked in an almost hushed tone. Jean pulled out of the park turning onto the road just as quickly.

"What?" He replied

"Are you cool with this?" He whispered a little lower though it meant nothing because Connie whispering was the equivalent of someone using their inside voice.

"Of course, I'm mature unlike some people." Jean replied side eyeing him.

"Hmm OK Mr. Mature. I'm only asking because we're currently.. ten over the speed limit." He paused as they continued to speed forward. "And we just past a cop car."

(This isn't the last chapter guys! But I do wanna say that I had fun writing this fic. It's the first time in a while where I let myself just toss things in that I genuinely enjoy or would want irl. Also I was rereading chap 3 in preparation for this chapter and I remembered how much I miss writing Mike cause he's the best thing about this fanfic. To me at least. Plus chapter 3 has some of my favorite jokes I've ever written. Nobody commented on them tho so I have no idea if you guys also find the jokes in this fanfic funny. 🤷‍♀️ Anyways thank you guys so much for reading this far it means everything to me and thanks for the sweet comments.)

#levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi x you #attack on titan #snk levi #snk season 4 #levi ackerman x reader #levi aot #hange zoe #erwin smith

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asbigastheskybook · 6 years

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The one where Tak and Emory go to a party in their kigurimi

Spring break had come and gone and on a foggy night in early April, the Shark and the Hedgehog sauntered up the dark streets of Berkeley, walking from Shattuck BART to Haste, up to College Avenue. They held hands as they walked in shadows, enjoying the quiet spring night once they were above Telegraph. They were headed to a place near the Julia Morgan building for a party put on by the Pan-Asian student union. It was to be an Animal Onesie themed party to raise money for a member of the union who was battling leukemia while trying to finish her masters degree. They wore the onesies Emory’s aspiring fashion designer little sister had sewn them. Emory hadn't wanted to go at all but Tak pointed out that nearly everyone there was going to be an Asian nerd which made Emory feel a little less out of place than he did at other college parties full of red cup woo-bros.

Neither of them wanted to be sober, and neither of them wanted to try to find parking in Elmwood, and neither of them wanted to shell out for a driver so they walked, choosing to wear the onesies instead of carrying a backpack and trying to keep track of it all night. They had just reached College Avenue and were nearly there when some asshole in a yellow hummer screeched to a stop where they were crossing the street, revved his engine, rolled down the window and screamed,

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY YOU FUCKIN CHING CHONG FAGGOTS!” And as soon as their toes touched the sidewalk on the other side of the intersection he peeled out, fishtailing over the narrow suburban streets.

“Jesus what the fuck?” Tak glared at the tail lights.

“Well he does drive a hummer.” Emory shrugged and looked at his shoes.

“I hope he chokes on a bag of sweaty dicks,” Tak grumbled.

“Hey,” Emory stopped and looked at Tak “Don't let that shitbag ruin your night. He means nothing.”

“I am trying not to. I was a little scared, Em. I forget that not everyone, even in Berkeley, is cool with gay dudes or Asians. Or gay Asians.” Tak kicked at some leaves on the sidewalk.

“Gaysians,” Emory corrected.

Tak laughed so hard he snorted. “Emory, I don't know what I would do without your smart ass.” He draped his long shark fins over the stout hedgehog.”We’re almost there, lets get baked.” He brought out his vape. Tak had brought an Indica, super stupid and stoney, not meant for anyone who had anything important to do today or probably tomorrow either. The plan was to get as high as possible in order to tolerate the crowds of other Asian students in fuzzy animal suits dancing to K-Pop. Tak had originally planned not to go, despite being regularly involved with the organization, but then someone had made a comment about him not really being that Asian and he wasn't about to take any shit from some third gen kid who didnt even speak his own language fluently when Tak, despite mostly appearing black, spoke nearly fluent Japanese.

They strolled another block to the party, several animals outside chatting over loud music emanating from inside. There was a gaggle of Japanese girls in matching unicorn onesies, a kangaroo, a corgi, a giraffe, two Pikachus, and a Totoro.

“I didn't know we could wear character onesies.” Tak pouted.

“Yeah that's bullshit, they said animals. I wanted to be Cthulhu.” Emory scowled, but not seriously. The Indica was taking over, and shuffling into the building was taking concentration. They shouldered their way inside and headed straight to the makeshift bar where they got juices, Ramune for Tak and grass jelly for Emory. Nearby tables held all sorts of snacks from the Asian market. There was dried squid, onigiri, rice crackers, wasabi peas, dumplings, etc. Not even the worse case of the munchies could convince Emory to eat party food that other people had touched and then put their hands to their mouths, and then back to the bowl. Gross.

The plan was to make a loop to say hello, then make another loop to say goodbye and then get the fuck out. Tak knew most people here and Emory knew a fair bit as well, but this was the first time they had gone to a college party as a couple and Emory gave no fucks what people thought, but he could tell Tak wasn't completely there yet, and considering the incident with the hummer bro, he tread carefully.

So it was a bit of a jolt when Emory introduced Tak to two vietnamese guys, Tu (Husky dog) and Rithi (racoon), as his boyfriend. Tak froze up when Tu offered out a fist to bump, and Emory caught a glimpse of Tak’s hesitation. He wasn't sure how he felt about it, but he was a little indignant. He tried to remember that Tak and he were both super high and not to trip out and what-if the hell out of a little hesitation for a handshake. It wasn't until after they had finished chatting with Tu and Rithi and Tak still wouldn't meet his eyes that he started to get pissed.

Emory spotted a back hallway leading to a door and without a word grabbed Tak’s fin in his paw and dragged him to it. He lugged the shark into the hall, glowering, before opening the door and yanking Tak inside.

It was not a back door to the outside as Emory had hoped, it was a closet. There was a mop and bucket, some big box size packages of toilet paper and paper towels, and other relevant miscellany. A bare bulb glowed from the ceiling. Emory, flustered at this development, quickly reached to lock the door behind them.

“Tak, what the fuck. I can't tell people you're my boyfriend here?” Emory asked, hurt and accusatory.

“I'm sorry I did that. I really am. I don't know why I did that.” Tak said, clearly grappling with being just a little too high for the conversation.

“If you don't want to be out at a party, you have to tell me before we get there. I don’t have a problem keeping it under wraps, especially if you don't feel safe, but you have to let me know, Tak,” Emory breathed hard through his nose when he finished speaking.

“ I do. I did. I do.” Tak stammered. It was unlike him to drop his eyes and struggle. “I,.. Emory, that was the first time anyone ever called me a faggot. I'm not joking when I say that Hummer dude scared me. I don't want to get beat up and murdered just for being in love with you. I started spacing out on the walk over here thinking about what I would do if someone tried to fuck with us. I thought about what I’d do if someone hurt you. I started just spiraling into worst case scenarios and thinking about how I take our safety for granted here. I was buggin’ out and I shut down. I'm a little too high, Im sorry,” he heaved a heavy sigh.

“For being in love with you” played on a loop in Emory’s mind as his eyes traced over Tak’s countenance, his slumped shoulders, tucked chin, arms hanging at his sides. He’d never get used to the way those words made him feel.

“UGH I can't be mad. There isn't anything to be mad about. I just want you to tell me if you don't feel safe or it there is something you need from me before we go places. I don't want to push you to be out everywhere we go but you do need to give me the heads up. I feel like an asshole for assuming without asking if we were out here,” Emory folded his arms across his chest but his eyes were soft.”I cant fight with you while you’re wearing a shark suit.”

“I want to be out here. There’s no reason to hide here. We aren’t even the only queers here. I want to show you off to people and make them hella jealous...I think being super stoned just made me paranoid. One toke over the line, man,” Tak shrugged.

Emory covered his mouth and his shoulders shook.

“What?” Tak crowded his eyebrows together.

Emory started to laugh behind his hand. “Its just that Im locked in closet with a giant in a shark suit, having a serious conversation about my relationship while Im dressed as a hedgehog, and Im super high.” He started to laugh harder, “You can’t make this shit up.”

Tak took a moment to view the situation from outside himself and yes, it was very, very hilarious. He began to giggle, then laugh, then gasp between bouts of belly laughs.

Emory watched Tak laughing and felt all warm and gooey in his chest. He want to kiss him, right now. He stepped closer, grabbing a fistful of shark suit in each hand and yanked Tak close. Tak’s laugh stopped but his smile went on for eons. Emory had the look. That look. Tak knew that he was going to do anything Emory asked when he saw that look. He leaned in to kiss Emory, one hand keeping his balance, which was intermittent right now, on a shelf. The other hand slipped into Emory’s hedgehog hood, and held the back of his neck. He could feel the heat coming off of Emory through their fuzzy suits as he pressed his body into Emory. Emory was avoiding his kiss, teasing him, making Tak chase his lips, snapping his teeth at him and smirking.

“Give me that!” Tak growled, pulling on Emory’s neck harder until his lips crashed into Emory’s. He felt Emory’s smirk fade under his own lips and his posture softened as he kissed Tak back with sensual and deep open mouth kisses, making Tak want to pitch himself into the abyss of Emory’s touch. After many moments, as kisses turned into lips on necks and ears and throats, Emory whispered into Tak’s ear,

“I really can’t wait to get you alone.”

Tak grinned. Emory knew all the buttons to push and Tak wondered how soon they could ditch this party. Tak’s hands wandered into his hood and into his hair. Emory could play cool, but not when Tak played with his hair, that was when he lost all thought being stealthy or tame. Emory’s eyes simmered and he flashed a grin before claiming Tak’s mouth again. Tak rested one long hand on Emory’s shoulder, the other in his hair, tugging close to the scalp, eliciting a rumble from Emory’s throat.

“More.” Emory demanded, digging his thumbs into Tak’s hip bones in an almost painful and insistent way. Tak pulled harder at his hair and Emory bit down viciously at his neck. Tak moaned and his head tipped back, making a loud noise when it landed on the shelf behind him. He heard someone tapping on the door, jiggling the handle. He didn't care.

“Fuck off!” he managed to shout to whomever was on the other side. The knocking stopped. “Goddamn Emory your mouth is going to kill me,” Tak murmured. Emory nipped again and pulled back to see the mark he had left on Tak’s neck, which was not discrete or small. He laughed louder than he expected to and jumped when another banging knock came from the door.

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Trouble Comes In Threes (Triplet!AU) (2/?)

Modern!AU, College!AU. This is my first triplet AU post but I'm gonna give it my best! Fem!S/O just so you know! There will be smut NSFW, but not in this part. So lets start!

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Part Two!

° You see good old Ben standing against your car, looking at his phone and typing away on it. His face seemed frustrated, but when you walked up to him, he smiled warmly. "You ready?" He asked. You looked at him with a skeptical eyebrow raised. "Kylo still not answering you?" You asked and his smile fell a small amount. You could tell Ben was really trying.

° "No he answered, but said he was busy. I told him it was just one dinner with family, but he says we are here permanently, and he'll catch us next time," Ben stated, frustrated again. He seemed to be thinking when he suddenly lit up. "Here, take a picture with me," he asked, and you leaned into him and both of you stuck your tongues out and made funny faces and he snapped a photo and turned it around so both of you could see. "That one is cute, Ben, send it to me," you stated smiling at him but he was busy sending it to his brother.

°Ben: Got a cute friend with me who wants to meet you. [Picture Attachment]

Kylo: She's just your friend, Ben?

Ben: Yeah! She really wanted to meet my brothers, Crylo. You're ruining the fun.

Kylo: ...Fine. But I can't stay out long, I've got to finish these class packets before Monday.

Ben: Oh so when its just me and Matt its no, but a cute girl there and you're all about it. >:O

Kylo: Shut up, Ben.

° "He sounds like me," you say with a laugh as he pockets his phone with a triumphant smile on his face. You both hopped into the car, you making Ben drive now because your legs were still tight from that morning. You both smiled and laughed at one another as he let the GPS led him to the spot that Matt had suggested to him on the phone the day before. When you yawned loudly, he pushed your knee with his big hand, "No none of that, I'm planning on keeping you out all night," Ben teased, squeezing your knee as you whined loudly about how he should have waited till tomorrow before dragging you out and about. As if to drown you out, he turned up the radio to be blasting as he drove, grinning at you. You shook you head and instead of whining, you merely sang with the radio obnoxiously with him. The drive wasn't too long, about 15 minutes to the other side of the small town the university was located in. When you seemed to be approaching the location, he turned the radio back to a normal level. "I think you'll like this place, Matt took me here when I came out to visit for New Years."

° "Is it pizza?" You asked hopefully and he laughed, "It has pizza. And loud music," and you smiled widely. "Ah, yes my two favorite things." He pulled the car into a parking spot, and when he turned off the car, you could tell he wasn't kidding about the loud music, hearing the bass thump through the very foundation itself. You got out of the car, running a hand through your hair, ruffling it. You wore just a simple outfit, an oversized black t-shirt with a band logo on the front of it and jean shorts because it was still pretty hot outside. You walked with him to the front door, seeing a large man standing by the door. At first you thought it was some sort of bouncer and you were momentarily worried about what kind of place this was. It wouldn't surprise you if this was a damn strip club in some joke Ben that would be funny. As you got closer though, you realized it may have been the last brother just by the way looked. He was like Matt with no facial hair covering his strong chin, and his hair was that jet black that Ben had. He was dressed in a black shirt and black jeans that fit his frame almost perfectly. His hair was longer than Ben's, full wavy locks touching his chin. You smiled at the man but full lips stayed planted in a straight expression.

° "Crylo!" Ben stated with excitement and his brother looked away from you. Kylo reached out a hand to shake his brother's hand in greeting but Ben instead pulled his brother into a tight hug as he had done with Matt and you put your hand over your mouth to keep from laughing at Kylo's exasperated expression as he was squeezed tightly by his brother. When Ben released his brother from his tight hold, Kylo stepped back, rolling his eyes at brother's affection but this time he at least had the beginnings of a smile on his face. "Kylo this is my best friend Y/N, Y/N this is the little brother Kylo," he introduced as you put your hand out to shake Kylo's hand, his large hand covering yours almost completely. "Nice to meet you, Kylo. I've heard a lot about you from Ben."

° "All bad things I'm sure," Kylo stated, deep voice rumbling as he turned his gaze back down to you. You smiled widely and answered, "Mostly, yeah." This made Kylo chuckle gently as they heard a voice come up behind them.

°"Y-you actually did it, Ben. I never thought you'd pull him out of his cave," Matt's soft teasing making Kylo scowl at his brother as Matt walked up and stood beside you. Ben seemed to light up suddenly. You couldn't help but smile at his reaction to having his brothers all around him like he wanted. He opened the door and let everyone walk ahead of him before he rushed to the counter to beat Kylo there. You stayed beside Matt, who made pleasant conversation with you. He was wearing a warm colored orange polo, and dark jeans. When he tried to move forward to pay for his part of everything, you hooked your arm with his and held him back with you. He turned to look at you with confusion, cheeks dusting with pink as you smiled at him.

° "For science reasons, stay with me just for a second so I can see them interact to see how bad it is," you asked him, and he laughed but nodded. "Its almost like they try to outdo one another all the time," Matt answered and almost on cue you heard Ben laugh a hearty laugh. It almost sounded fake.

° "I dragged you out Kylo, I'll take care of it!" Ben teased about to slide his credit card to the clerk but Kylo took his card instead and handed it to the clerk. "Its gonna be four of us," Kylo stated to the clerk.

° "How many tokens, sir?" The clerk asked boredly, looking at the triplets with some interest, probably because of how attractive each was. Ben smiled at the clerk, "Lets do 40 first," before looking at Kylo with the same smile. "How about I get the tokens and skates and you can get the pizza?" Ben tried to offer as a compromise. Kylo looked at Ben before he sighed almost in irritation, putting his hand out to the clerk who handed his card back to him and Ben handed his card over with a smile, but he seemed almost exhausted now. You let go of Matt's arm with a pat and moved over to Ben and wrapped his arm into yours and grinned up at him. He seemed to perk up immediately and he moved his arm up and wrapped it around your shoulders.

° As you both walked in, you saw why Ben thought you would like this place. It was, firstly, gigantic. There was a full roller rink in the back of the place and an arcade and concession stand at the front by the door and chairs and tables where college students were gathered and eating huge pizzas. Ben, Matt, and you moved over to pick up your rented skates and Kylo moved over to order the pizza. "That wasn't so bad, Ben," Matt stated hopefully to which Ben stopped smiling for a moment before shaking his head and looking back at his brother. "No, it wasn't so bad. I told him I would cover everything though..." He trailed off but soon the person behind the counter handed his skates to him and he smiled at the employee and led him and Matt over to the table they were planning on sitting and beginning to put on their skates. You waited for your skates patiently as you felt someone stand next to you. You looked up to see Kylo standing next to you and you smiled up at him.

°"So I heard you got a job as a teaching assistant. What subject?" You asked curiously and he answered.

° "Psychology," he answered with a simple straight word. You nodded at the answer before adding, "Yeah you seem like the kind of guy that wants to get into people's heads," teasing him gently, and he didn't answer. You grabbed your skates from the employee, thanked them, and moved over to Ben and Matt, Matt standing shakily on his skates. Jesus they were even taller in skates. You began to unlace your shoes and stated gently so it was just them who could hear you. "Not much of a talker is he," to which Ben nodded with a roll of his eyes.

° "M-more of a brooding kind of guy," Matt agreed, "He's a good guy, just obsessed with work and school and isn't much for idle conversation." Ben quickly cut in, "Come on Matty, lets get out there and show these people how its done. Maybe find a girl you can skate your way into," Ben nudged Matt's shoulder and you looked at Matt's face.

° "You're disgusting and w-we should wait for Y/N," Matt said bluntly. However you waved them away, "Go ahead guys, these are boots so its gonna take a while," you assured Matt who was suddenly under the arm of Ben who was leading them to the rink. You smiled after them and kept unlacing your boots as Kylo sat down next to you and began putting on his own skates as well. There was silence for a moment, you assuming he wasn't interested in talking. You pulled off both your boots and began to lace up your skates on your feet. He spoke coolly.

° "So, you and Ben?" He asked calmly, looking at you as he tied a small bow on his skate. You laughed and shook your head, "He wishes but no. I don't want to be another notch in his bed post. We are good friends though, I adore him to pieces," you spoke honestly, "If he ever wanted to calm down, I'd probably consider it. But I'd never ask him to stop doing what he wants. I'd go so far as to say that is just part of who he is. And I love him for it. What about you, anybody in your life?"

° You watch him shake his head, his hair moving with the motion, "I had a pretty bad break up at the end of the last year, I haven't really been looking to go through that again." You nodded as you stood up from your spot, skates securely on your feet. "I feel that, man. My ex broke up with me over a text because I didn't get into the school he wanted me to get into," as he finished tying up his skates, you held out your hand to help him up which he surprisingly took and you had to brace yourself to pull the tall man up, "But hey, new year, new job, new opportunities. Maybe we can find someone worth our time." You finished, smiling at Kylo before releasing his hand and Kylo nodded, "Maybe."

° You left his side then, skating over to Matt, looking at the scene before them. Ben had found someone to talk to, of course. What else would he be doing. You smirk and roll your eyes as you skate next to Matt nonchalantly as you both look at Ben as you skate by. The girl was pretty cute, you supposed you couldn't really blame him. "W-wasn't this supposed to be like a bonding thing?" Matt's soft voice reached your ears and you turned and shrugged. "I'm only here as a referee, otherwise I'm clueless," you stated with a laugh. You figured you'll enjoy the company you had, "So what's your major, Matt?" His eyebrows furrowed together for a moment, looking genuinely surprised that you asked him something to get to know him but he recovered quickly and answered.

° "T-theoritical Physics, I also plan in minoring in Technology. What about you?" He asked curiously, giving you a smile. You answered his question and you happily continued a conversation with him. He was a nice personality, still a little timid but he seemed to warm up to people quickly. You had been chatting him up basically, being just a little bit flirty but making sure only to keep his blushing to a minimum. "So Matt, is it true that blondes really have more fun?" You asked teasingly and were happy to see you making him laugh a little bit. He was about to respond when his smile suddenly disappeared as someone rushed past him, the speed made a wind kick past both of you and right behind it was another blast of wind. Both of you watched as two out of three Solos were racing around the rink. Ben had a look of pure determination, probably because he was losing, meanwhile Kylo was rolling up his sleeves as he speed skated backwards around the ring. You could feel Matt get nervous next to you, but he also almost hissed.

° "S-showboats just like our Grandfather always was," Matt stated bitterly as you both watched the two dark haired men speed around the rink. But suddenly Ben had grin as he suddenly slid towards Kylo, since he was skating backwards he couldn't keep up the speed he had at first so Ben zoomed past him pretending to pass the finish line, arms up in the air as he past you and Matt once again, the most smug look on his strong features. Matt rolled his eyes but suddenly his side was empty as you skated up to Ben to be next to him. "Benny boy, play nice," you stated with a smirk and he smirked as well as he turned around to skate backwards and look at you. "He started it, I swear," Ben stated, lifting his hand up to show he meant it.

° "Sure he did," you stated, faking that you didn't believe him. "Whatever, kid." You both stuck your tongues out at each other before he leaned forward pretending to try and put his tongue on yours before he suddenly had to catch you. You almost fell because you were trying to avoid his tongue but he caught you in his arms before you both started laughing. You skated together. Ben occasionally looking over to his brothers who were talking to each other and staring at the two of you.

° You finally sit down when your pizza is brought out. And the thing really is freaking huge, with these 3 giants and yourself, you guys barely finish the half of the damn thing. After eating, you, Ben, and Matt take off your skates, but don't bother putting on your shoes because you all knew you'd be going back on the rink. Kylo however put his shoes on. He did say he didn't plan on staying long, maybe he planned on leaving soon. Ben pulled you and Matt over to the arcade as you both held and enormous amount of tokens in your pockets. Matt immediately went for the old school games, Pac-Man, Space Invaders, Cinepede, the classics. Meanwhile Ben had moved over to the more physical ones, basketball, whack-a-mole, things like this. Lastly, you had sat down at a Jurassic Park game, the one where you sat down in something that looked like the Jeep from the movie and there were spots for two people, and two plastic guns, one red one blue. You set your tokens on the plastic "dashboard" and started filling in coin after coin. You pressed the start button and began.

° These games were something you just couldn't resist. Plus it had freaking dinosaurs. Who could honestly resist dinosaurs? You began, and it started out easy enough. But soon you were overwhelmed. "Ben!" You called to the side, filling in more coins and pressing the start button so you didn't lose your place. "Busy!" Ben called over to you as he shot basketballs into a moving hoop. "Matt Matt Matt!" you called over to the other side but you got no answer. You dared to look over to see Matt with his eyes two inches away from the screen and was obviously deep in concentration. You weren't sure if Kylo came over to the arcade at all but you were gonna try anyway. "Kyl--" Knock knock, you looked over to see a man move to sit next to you. You chanced to look over and saw Kylo himself, "--Oh. Quick quick, start button!" but he was already two steps ahead of you. He grabbed the red gun and slammed his fist on the start button. You immediately felt the stress of the game lift off your shoulders as Kylo began to help out. You both cleared the level no problem but soon the next one began and you two stayed at the ready. It was... Intense. Both of you were so focused, neither really noticed that Ben and Matt had moved to be next to the game, peeking over your shoulders to see the game. You didn't really notice until when you both finished the next level and Ben cheered for you loudly and you almost jumped out of your skin. You laugh at your reaction as does he but when you suddenly become serious again and gun points at the screen, he laughs even louder.

° You were getting close to the end, you and Kylo had blasted through most of the last level, but now here you both were, face to face with the mighty, the powerful, god of dinosaur world, the T-Rex. Ben had his hand on your shoulder while Matt cheered on Kylo with quiet cheers. "Left Left Left!" You stated loudly and Kylo pointed his gun and shot. That was it. The machine rattled and roared as the T-Rex fell and the credits began to roll. Ben and Matt cheered loudly as you and Kylo kept watching the screen. As the high scores came up, your score traveled up the screen and a small tune played through the speakers as you and Kylo took the lead! "Oh wait quick quick!" You pulled out your phone as Kylo put your first initial, and "&" symbol, and then a K to finish it off. You pulled the man close to you by his shoulder and smiled brightly. Kylo didn't really give a full smile, but a little half one as you snapped the photo. You pulled it back and showed it to him.

° "Very nice, you look cute," Kylo spoke simply before taking your phone from your fingers delicately and you watched over his shoulder as you sent the photo to what you could assume was his phone number before he handed your phone back. You usually would have said atleast something to the fact that he just grabbed your phone without asking, but you were honestly a little confused. He just called you cute, right? Or at least, that you looked cute? Weird. You showed the picture to Ben and he said that you did look pretty cute but that was pretty much par for Ben. "Send it to me so I can send it to mom!" Ben said and you looked a little offended.

° "Excuse me, Ben, I can send it to Miss Organa my damn self. She gave me her number before we left!" You teased, but you still sent it to him anyway. Ben had a thing for pictures. Capturing a moment to have forever. You climbed out of the jeep, Kylo doing the same before he turned to his brothers and pulled them over. You assumed it was to say goodbye for the night. You waved goodbye to Kylo as he turned to leave and he gave a small goodbye as well. Matt smiled and explained he better get heading out too, before asking if he could have half of the half of pizza you had left. You grabbed him a box and packed it for him while he put on his shoes. "Oh, Matt let me get your number, we can go get coffee or something soon," you stated with a smile as you saw that pink blush spread across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose once again.

°"O-okay," he stated, smiling back and he said his number to you before waving goodbye to you and Ben and heading out with his pizza in tow. As soon as he walked out the door, Ben leaned over and rested his head on top of yours, sighing softly.

° "That went pretty well," you stated gently, raising your hand and scratching his head before running fingers through his hair gently before feeling him nod. "They like you. Kylo just told me not to scare you away," he laughed, standing up straight and moving over to your table. "Want to go back on the rink one more time before we go?" He asked and smiled as you nodded happily. Both of you pulled on your skates and headed back to the rink. You two had your pinky fingers linked as you skated around the rink, talking warmly before Ben came in for a hug. These weren't exactly a rare occurrence, Ben was a touchy-feely kind of guy and loved physical contact. But sometimes when he went in for those long hugs, those that meant something to him. And after getting a few of them by this time in your friendship, you took them seriously and always hugged him tightly back. He rested his face into your hair, just purely relaxed. "Thank you for coming tonight, Y/N. I really appreciate it." He stated sincerely. You smiled against him and nodded happily warm in his embrace.

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