#fingers crossed that I see at least one person’s reaction when they eat it

[h0rnyauth0r]

ghost never noticed just how much you squirm when he talks until now :)

i apologize for my break but i needed it and i should be back for now! (also this was a requested work!)

word count: 3.3k

tws: blindfolding, voice kink, unprotected sex, reader with a vagina, pussy eating, fingering, rough sex, cumming inside

ghost would like to say that he’s an observant person. he kind of has to be with his career, but when it comes to you he feels like it’s impossible to understand anything. you seem so shy around him and he doesn’t know if it’s because he did something wrong or if you’re just shy.

he’s interested in you, to say the least. you’ve been a member in the force for several months now, only speaking to him on occasions where it’s absolutely necessary. it’s certainly different from soap, who doesn’t shut the hell up.

something is definitely off though. it’s the way that you react to him sometimes. most of the time there’s only professionalism, a firm stature that screams confidence and seriousness, but other times…

he just notices the way your body shudders when he’s speaking to you. is it fear? some sort of arousal? he can’t be certain at this point in time, but he has added this observation onto his list of things he wants to learn about you.

tonight you’ll be doing training with soap, and he’s decided that he’d like to join even if it means he’s just standing there doing nothing. he wants to test your reactions to try to understand you better.

you, on the other hand, have no idea about that. you’ve been more focused on trying to get your punches down after dislocating your thumb during a mission a few weeks ago. you almost died because you didn’t punch right, so soap offered to help teach you how to throw them without injuring yourself too bad.

as you’re on your way to the training room, you can overhear soap talking with someone. it intrigues you, how whispered and rushed his words are. so you decide to stop walking to avoid confusing him as you listen in.

“are you sure about joining us? you know, she’s quite shy around you. she might not be able to learn a lot if the man who makes her stutter is around!” his voice sounds frustrated, and you feel your whole body become flushed once you process his words.

so, ghost wants to join in on the training session? that doesn’t make sense, and the worst part of it is that soap somehow noticed that you have a crush on the older man. you avoided him so much, but you figure that’s probably what made it more obvious.

you suck it up and push forward, walking down the hallway and approaching the room. most of the usual training dummies have been put away, mats placed on the floor with only one of the larger dummies placed to the left of the mats.

soap is standing in there by the dummy, ghost standing a few feet away from him with his arms crossed. you won’t back down and shy away today, you’ve decided. you’re truly hoping he doesn’t say a single word though.

soap notices you as soon as you shut the doors, waving you over with a grin on his face. “i decided that you can use the dummy and we can practice using myself as well, i just want to test out the dummy first so we can get your formation down.”

you nod, looking over to ghost to see him staring at you already. “hi, lieutenant.” you say to him, turning back to soap and getting prepared for the training session.

“hello.”

after a little while, you’ve gotten the basics down better than before. your issue was mainly not throwing punches properly, which led to your thumb being in the line of your shots too. soap helps you adjust accordingly, finally landing punches that only affect your knuckles rather than your thumbs.

soap announces that he has to use the restroom and excuses himself, leaving you alone with ghost. you decide to not say anything, opting to focus on punching the dummy in front of you rather than focus on him.

“you’re doing good.” his voice comes from right next to you, startling you and causing you to jump slightly as you look over at him. 

“thank you.” you say, looking down at your now seemingly bruised knuckles and rubbing them gently with your other hand. they hurt pretty bad, but you know that soap will probably ask you to keep going for a little while longer so you’re more prepared.

you notice his shadow loom over you as he gets closer, a hand reaching out and grasping onto your bruised one. “you know, this will get a lot less intense over time. the more you train, the less it’ll hurt.” his voice is right in your ear, causing your eyes to shut as you try your best to not make anything obvious.

everything about his voice just gets you going. from his accent, to how it sounds when he’s calm versus yelling. no matter what he does, his voice makes you melt and turns your panties into a sopping mess within just seconds.

his hand drops yours, causing you to open your eyes as you look at him. he’s looking at you intensely, eyes filled with emotion you can’t read. your whole face feels hot, though, and you’re almost ashamed to even look at him.

he knows what he does to you, and he’s going to be doing it on purpose now.

you opt to ignore him, waiting impatiently until soap finally comes back into the room with a fresh bottle of water and a sheepish smile on his face. he senses the tension in the room, but doesn’t mention it at all since he knows it’d be awkward.

the three of you remain in the room for some time longer, before eventually an hour has passed and it’s time to leave and focus on other things. there’s an upcoming mission you’ll be going on, so you decide to spend some time with gaz to figure out the details.

your walk in the dark is mildly terrifying. the light heading towards the building where gaz stays is limited, several areas of shadows that cause your vision to be impaired. you don't feel right, an anxiety developing that normally isn't present.

several vehicles leave gaps in between certain spots, a feeling of someone following you causing you to stop in your tracks and take a look around. 

nothing.

you sigh in relief. it must be some sort of paranoia from how tired you are after training. you did break quite a sweat, which was made worse with ghost’s gleaming eyes on you for the majority of the time you had been in the room.

you decide to continue forward-

but something stops you, from the shadows. a small reflection of someone’s eyes, a large figure looming in between two large trucks. your heart begins to pound harshly, quickly trying to make a break towards the building so you can find some sort of defense against the figure.

but you’re stopped, large hand grabbing and pulling you back into the shadows. you let out a scream, adrenaline pumping as you kick and punch as hard as you can muster. a low grunt is all you hear, an ease in the way the figure carries you away.

something is put over your eyes, a blindfold perhaps? you’re shaking now, being led to who knows where in the darkness and you can’t even be sure if anyone will ever find you. you’re certain that death looms closely now, deciding to just give up because no amount of force is stopping this human wall from taking you.

you want to cry but stay strong, keeping a cold and stoic appearance (you think at least) as you’re finally let go of in what you think is a small building nearby. wouldn’t this person have locked you in a car or something? why here? you’re confused now, not understanding what’s going on.

“you don’t need to kick so hard.”

you feel embarrassed as the voice speaks. of course it’s him. but why you’re blindfolded, you still don’t understand. ghost is probably trying to prepare you for something, maybe a training on how to escape a kidnapper.

he keeps your arms pressed tightly against your back, though. not a single ounce of movement on his end, just the heat of his body near yours in the dark.

“where are we?” you ask, trying to move your arm with no luck present in him leaving you be. 

“nowhere that matters right now.”

you feel kind of nervous. this man has saved you many times before working together. you can’t help but feel in your gut that he may somehow be plotting your murder or disappearance with the way he’s acting.

not having any sights of what’s going on has led to the smallest of noises feeling so much louder, so you’re flustered when you can hear and feel his breath right at your ears.

“an annoying bird has told me that you’re interested in me. and my observations seem to have proven him right.” he whispers lowly, hotness of his breath brushing against your skin slightly.

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t turned on now. his voice makes you unbelievably wet, and you don’t understand how you’re not dreaming right now.

the heat that has developed between your thighs is almost burning, a desire bubbling up in your abdomen that has you almost shaking. “hmm, see? you’re not too great at hiding that, love.”

you clench your jaw, sucking in a deep breath. you have goosebumps along your whole body, the cool air around you making the feelings of his warmth so much more intense.

“now, i’m going to let your arms go. but if you even move a muscle i will leave you here alone and we won’t speak again. got it?” you nod hastily at his words, feeling his arms finally release the tight grip on you that makes your shoulders and arms crack lightly.

he shuffles around the room, and you can hear as he leans down and abruptly has your pants tugged down slightly. the cool air hits your panties, making you shiver. one of his hands grasps onto your thighs tightly, squeezing and slowly working its way up.

you realize he’s down on his knees in front of you when he easily slides your panties down too, now at your ankles with your pants. you’re absolutely dripping, feeling wetness leak down your thighs to where his hands are.

that’s when he lets out a soft, amused laugh. “so wet already and i haven’t even touched you? you’re desperate.” he says, a single finger pushing between your folds and gathering up wetness.

you can hear the way his fingers move, entering his mouth with a soft squelch. the way your face heats up when you realize he’s unmasked sends you reeling for more, wanting him to do anything to you now.

“you’re in luck, as i’m desperate as well.” he whispers, making you bite down on your bottom lip tightly. the heat of his words is close to your pussy now, a light blow of his breath against your clit.

you’re trying hard not to move, staying so completely still despite the shake in your bones. “please…” you whisper, wanting him to touch you or just something.

when his tongue laps right up your folds, you inhale sharply, eyes clenched shut despite the blindfold on your body. a small and quiet moan breaks through your lips when he pushes a finger in, curling it into you as he blows air onto your clit.

“please what? you want me to make you cum?” he asks, and you nod desperately as his finger stays still.

he smacks your clit with his other hand, making you cry out and tears sting at the corners of your eyes. you feel disgusting for finding that so pleasurable. “use. your. words.” his voice is quiet, and you inhale sharply.

“yes. please make me cum.” you mumble out quickly, words rushed and almost slurred. he hums in approval at that, finger moving in and out again and sending your mind straight to the gutter.

light squelching sounds turn louder once he adds two more fingers, stretching you out as his lips latch onto your clit. you’re almost in disbelief from how good it feels, eyes rolling back and legs shaking. you almost feel like you could fall over, but one of his hands remains on your hip to reassure you that you won’t.

your orgasm builds steadily, arms remaining tucked at your sides out of fear that his words were true. you can’t just let this end now, now when he’s eating you out like his life depends on it. he’s so skilled at what he’s doing that you can barely contain your composure.

you know you’re going to cum soon after he starts getting rougher, wetness becoming more and more until it’s almost so loud you can’t hear anything else. when his mouth leaves you and he starts talking again, that’s what sends you over the edge.

“such a pretty pussy. you’re so good for me, you know that?” he says quietly, thumb swiping at your clit and making your spine tingle.

“i can feel how close you are. go on. cum for me.” the raspiness in his tone has you moaning out, orgasm crashing through you as your walls clench around his fingers. you can’t think straight, mind becoming absolutely fried as he continues finger fucking you through your high.

your hips are shaking as his fingers slide out, a small dripping noise of your arousal hitting the floor below you. you hear him stand up, arms gripping your waist as he pushes your body into his.

his nose brushes up against your own, and you force the gap closed with urgency. you can’t keep away from him anymore, not now. his lips move against yours roughly, tongue forcing itself into your mouth.

you push your hips against his, feeling the rough fabric of his jeans and, more importantly, the feeling of his hard cock against you. you can even feel how big he is, and you know it’ll make you sore later. just the thought of that has you soaked again, lips leaving his for a moment for air as your heart rate picks up.

“i’m not done yet.” he whispers in your ear, pushing his lips onto yours again.

and just when you thought he couldn’t get any hotter.

as you kiss, he leads you to the wall. it’s cold, pressing into your ass hard as he leans further into you. his hips grind into your naked bottom half, the mild overstimulation making you mewl against his lips.

you’re basically heaving, barely able to breathe when his lips leave yours. “you ready?” he asks, and you mumble out ‘yes’ as he fumbles with his belt and eventually tugs his pants and boxers down.

you can’t see his cock, but you imagine it’d be nice and pretty. you can hear him stroke it a few times before it’s pressed against your folds, sliding up and down and making you bite your lip in anticipation. the tip feels big against you, just the right amount of stimulation to make you want him to fuck your brains out.

the tip presses into you, making your hips twitch from shock as your nails dig into your palms. as he slides in, your mouth falls open and you moan shakily. “fuck, you’re tighter than i thought you’d be. such a nice cunt.” he says, hips bumping into yours as he bottoms out.

tears stream down your face from the feeling of fullness, so overwhelming but you already can’t get enough of him. the tip just barely grazes your cervix, and when he slowly begins thrusting it slaps against it over and over again. it’s painful, but you love that.

he decides to lift you up by the back of your thighs, legs wrapping around him and the new angle feeling more pleasurable as he fucks you into the wall harshly. his hands are squeezing your ass, lips finding their way to your neck as he bites down on your skin roughly. 

he moves at a steady pace, cock hitting all the right places that send you closer and closer to your peak. his movements are hard, dick ramming into you in a manner that makes you finally move your hands and grip onto his hair.

“fuck.” he mutters, hips picking up speed as he kisses you again. small noises leave his mouth, muffled by your lips but still so hot to hear coming from him. he sounds so good to you, his grunts and groans causing your pussy to clench against him. 

he fucks into you harder and harder, the stimulation of his groin smacking into your clit making you feel as if you’re melting. the way your eyes have rolled back again, clit throbbing from the stimulation, you know you’ll probably cum soon.

“touch yourself for me.” he says, a small break between your kisses. you comply instantaneously, fingers reaching down and circling your clit and smacking harder against yourself from his thrusts hitting your hands.

his lips separate from yours, leaning towards your ear and biting down on your earlobe. the stimulation of that causes your fingers to start moving faster.

the feeling of your fingers is what sends you reeling, a loud moan escaping as you finally cum for a second time. “fuck, just like that. cum like the desperate slut you are.” he mumbles in your ear, making you cry out again.

his hips don’t falter for even a second as you hear him inhale sharply, small grunts leaning his mouth as his hands slap into the wall behind you. “gonna cum in you. i think you can take it.” he mutters, words making you feel like you could explode right now.

“please.” your voice cracks.

he finally cums afterwards, ropes of it warming your insides as his hips stutter into you. he rides out his high with a few more thrusts, gentle noises finally being let out again as he slowly comes to a stop.

he pulls out after a few moments, cum leaking out of you and streaming down your thighs. you stand still for a moment, not sure of what to do now.

"you can take the blindfold off now." he says, and you decide to do so.

you still can't see great once it's off, the room very dark with minimal lighting coming from the occasional light outside shining into the windows. but you glance over to ghost anyways, noticing that he still kept his mask off in front of you. while you can't see too well, you smile anyways in adoration.

"as handsome as soap always claims." you say to him, hearing him sigh out as he shakes his head. his hand smacks your ass and he pulls his pants back up, a grin forming on your face as you gather your clothes back onto yourself as well. your thighs and cunt are sore, but you feel almost floaty despite the pain.

"of course you'd think that." he mutters, noticing the way you're off balance as you pull your pants up and over your thighs. one of his arms reaches out for you to help balance you and you thank him quietly before standing upright and looking him up and down.

"so, an annoying bird?" you ask.

"quite annoying. certainly not wrong though."

as you go your separate ways that night, you can't contain your excitement. gaz can immediately tell what took you so long when he sees your messed up hair and crooked smile, but he doesn't bother to say anything. you've talked about ghost for months, he's just glad you finally got it over with.

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[okkotsuus]

jjk + domestic acts !

featuring: yuuji i. megumi f. nobara k. yuuta o. maki z. toge i. satoru g. suguru g. toji f. kento n. sukuna r. choso k.

contents: short head canons. fluff. established relationship. 900 words.

yuuji cooks for you. whether it be making you dinner when you come over for a date or making your lunch for school. he would be the type to make super cute bentos with the pictures made with seaweed. he also cuts everything into the sizes you like. he always waits to take the first bite so he can better see your reaction when you do. the smile and glow in your eyes fill him more than any meal could

megumi walks to the side where cars come from. whether it be walking on the side of the sidewalk closer to the road, closer to the middle lane in a parking lot, or walking between you and oncoming traffic when crossing the road. he always has a hand on you too just in case, usually, he prefers to rest it on the small of your back, but he also wraps his arm around your waist.

nobara buys things you like or she'll think you like them whenever she goes anywhere. she loves bringing the spoils of her travels back to you, a metaphorical tail wagging. she also gets things that remind her of you, like something from a show you watched together, or the candy she saw you eating before she left. like a crow who collects shiny things to bring back to the nest.

yuuta waits up for you when you get home late. if it's you coming back late from a mission, he'll be in the common area. if it's you coming back from a home visit, he'll be on the porch to help you with your bags. if it's you coming back from class and he gets back first, he's waiting outside your room. if he knows that you'll be gone overnight he sleeps in your room, not very peacefully, but it allows him to at least get a few hours.

maki orders for you. whether its placing reservations, ordering your food, or making a complaint for you, she's got it handled. she knows that these things can make people nervous and she doesn't every want you to feel like that if she can prevent it. whenever you go out as a class and she can't, she makes panda or yuuta order for you. because toge kinda can't.

toge leaves you notes. he leaves them on your bag, on your pillow, on your door, anywhere you have to look. usually they're a little compliment (ex. "your hair looks really pretty today") and a little doodle of him, you, or some random thing. he writes them on these little note cards that have onigiri designs along the border. it's how he makes up for not being able to say sweet nothings to you.

satoru carries your things for you. unless it's a cursed tool or something that you may need in a moments notice, it's in his hands. when you go shopping he is happily trailing behind you with all of you things. if you're going on a trip he carries both of your suitcases, he tries to carry all carry-ons as well but if he can't he'll give you the lightest one(s). he carries all the groceries in one trip too.

suguru always drives. if you need to go anywhere he's got his blacked-out benz's keys twirling idly around his finger. he puts his arm behind your headrest so he can turn around fully when backing out. puts his arm in front of you if he has to suddenly break. keeps his hand on the center console so you can hold hands. you get the aux, he likes your music.

toji doesn't pay attention to anybody but you. whether it's some random person flirting with him from across the room, he doesn't spare them a second thought unless you bring it up. sometimes he doesn't even notice cause he's too busy watching how the amber glow of the dying sun highlights your face and makes your eyes sparkle when you turn to him.

kento does the mundane things for you. if you're complaining about needing to fill your tank, he'll do it and pay for it. he starts you coffee for you so that when you wake up it's already made and cooled down. he starts the bath for you when you get home. he lays out your keys, purse, and other things on the table for you before he leaves.

sukuna scares away any and all danger. curses, humans, sorcerers, you name it; none of them with bad intentions dare to even look at you with him around. if they think you're alone and try to take advantage, he's already behind them. sometimes he disposes of him while you look away from him, he's back intact by the time you've turned around, a small splat of red on his cheek? its surely just the jam from the crepe you bought him.

choso listens to everything you say. he listens intently, his eyes never leave you except to briefly blink or if he sees motion. he looks at you like you're preaching when you're talking about this cloud that you saw that looked like a turd. nods intently and lets out soft 'mhm's while his elbows rest on his knees. leaned towards you like plants lean towards the sun.

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[faevi]

LIFEGUARD!LEVI - PART TWO (smut)

Scenario: It’s the night of the bonfire and you’re ready to let loose with Levi; the lifeguard you’ve been crushing on.

AKA - Smut.

Other Parts: PART ONE HERE.

Word Count: 10,014.

Content / Trigger Warnings: Please let me know if I missed anything!

Sex (obviously), unprotected sex, creampie, cunnilingus/eating out, blowjob, handjob, public sex, outside sex, sex on a beach, doggy style, cowgirl, cursing, brief mentions of alcohol, pet-names, slight dominant implications, praise, messy? saliva, cum, etc. I think that’s it! (:

Notes: I barely edited it and so if you find mistakes, please just ignore. It’s been so long since I’ve done writing so it’s a bit rusty but I just want to get back into writing. Please read and hopefully enjoy. I'm a little nervous LMAO. T T

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"If it's a bonfire we're going to. We have to dress like, ultra slutty."

You swear your eyes could have gotten stuck by how hard you rolled them from your best friend's words; lips curling up to form an amused smile. You're sitting in front of the dresser, hands blindly scanning across your make-up products. ”You should totally dress ultra slutty, Eren will love it.” You point out, voice laced with playfulness and you quickly glance towards your best friend to see her reaction. Bingo. Completely flustered. You heard all about your best friend and Eren’s obvious flirting from Levi when he helped you sign out from the hospital. Apparently it was an absolute cringe-fest in Levi’s perspective. Personally, you sure it would have been cute to see Eren pitifully attempt to comfort your best friend, only to lead on commenting how hot she is AND that the ocean would totally not punish such a hottie or her best friend. The comforting worked, at least. You could see it in the way your best friend sheepishly giggles and drops down onto your bed, fingers twirling her hair.

It’s currently afternoon on the Saturday. Only a few days ago were you in hospital. Only a few days ago were you saved from… basically an actual death experience. You died. Briefly. Thankfully, Levi saved you. Breathed life back into you and was there every step of the way to the hospital. Even though you insisted you were completely fine. It was rather endearing that the older male refused to let things go easily. Not to mention, you had your first kiss with him in the back of the ambulance. May not be romantic in most people’s eyes but to you, any kiss with the lifeguard would be a romantic one. He invited you to a bonfire that very same day and now, it is that day. Bonfire time. Your heart thumps wildly in the your chest, inspecting yourself in the mirror.

You’re not against slutty. Slutty is fun. Adventurous. You always feel good when you style yourself up that way. You know it’d work like a charm on Levi but, for tonight… You think that you want to go down two routes. Who says you only have to stick to one style? You bite back a small smile before standing up to walk to your set of drawers, tugging the bottom one open. Your best friend watches with eagerness, crossing her legs. “Ultra slutty?” She asks.

“Not just ultra slutty. I think I’ll leave that for him to just see… Hopefully.” If things go right tonight. Many would probably find you shameless for thinking such ways for only knowing him for just over a week but, hey! One night stands exist and you just feel it in your core. You feel your attraction for the lifeguard deepening so, yeah, maybe seduction is one of the plans tonight. Asides from spending quality time with the male, adventuring further to see if what you have with him is clearly only physical or could it potentially be more?

You pull out the two piece bikini in a fiery red, dangling it playfully from the tips of your fingers for your best friend to see. You definitely expected the excited clap from her and the ramblings of how Levi or any man you’d want wouldn’t be able to resist you and you giggle, cheeks hurting from smiling so wide. You could only hope. To hide the bikini, you pick a sundress from your wardrobe that is white and pink petals looking like it’s floating across the fabric. Perfect. Pretty enough to hide the danger beneath.

Not wanting to waste anymore time and desperate to be there at the bonfire location, you swiftly move towards the bathroom, pointing playfully towards your best friend. “You get ready, too. Don’t make us late.” You warn before closing the door and turning the shower on. You place your planned outfit on the counter before breathing in deeply, trying to settle your nerves.

“Right, let’s do this.”

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He kept insisting on picking you up. You declined every time. Maybe silly in another person’s eyes but, you wanted his raw reaction to your appearance when you arrived in front of everyone. Sure, it may be a simple sundress for the public eye but, your playful side easily slipped out when you were preparing and so, a bit of a cleavage and dress length at the knees sounds like it’d be more than enough to keep his eyes on you, wondering what could be underneath.

You bite back a giddy smile, listening to your best friend ramble on as you hold onto her hand in the backseat of the uber for moral support. If you didn’t, you felt like you’d melt into some sort of disgusting pile of goo on the uber’s seat and have to pay for cleaning. It’s a miracle that your heart isn’t out of your chest yet.

“I swear, Y/N. Eren better look at me after all this effort I put into this.” Your best friend says with a frustrated huff. You raise an eyebrow as you look towards her. She’s in a pair of tight booty shorts, the strings of her bikini exposed as they’re wrapped around her waist, nothing covering the matching bikini top. You snort softly, squeezing her hand.

“He’s going to be frothing at the mouth, truuuuust me.” You reassure her and look out of the window. The sun is setting, sky full of soft pinks and oranges. Not a cloud in sight. The uber continues to drive down the spiralling road towards the secluded location of the bonfire. It’s part of the beach still but an area that’s closed off to the public. Not everyone, you assume. Apparently the captain in charge.. Erwin, was it? He’s part of the family that owns this part of the beach. Whoever it is— You feel both relieved and spoiled.

The driver slowly comes to a halt in front of a pair of gates, rubbing the back of his neck. “I can’t go any further. Is this okay?” He asks as he looks over his shoulder. Both you and your best friend are already hastily unbuckling yourselves to open the door. “This is perfect, thank you!” You smile warmly and swiped on your phone to add an extra tip. You share pleasantries with the driver before you hear your best friend starting to whine after already expressing her gratitude. ‘So impatient’, you think fondly as you close the door and look towards the gate.

With your arm linked with the other girl, you inspect the fence and just as you were about to press the button for the buzzer, the gates swing open to allow entry. “Come on in, Levi’s gir—“ The stranger’s voice from the intercom is suddenly cut off with a sound of a strangled laugh and you blush. Gir.. girl? Girlfriend? Just girl? Whatever it is; you couldn’t help but grin, heart swelling up with fondness and pull your best friend in with you. It’s rather cute to think that maybe Levi has shown excitement for your approach. The feeling is mutual and so it’s only fair for you feel elated. Your free hand has your dress bunched up as you walk along the sandy path, winding through tall trees, enjoying the sounds of the waves in the distance and the birds twittering away in the tall trees. Each step making your heart ache with anticipation. Why does it feel like eternity since you’ve seen Levi? Are you really crushing that hard on the lifeguard?

Eventually, the trail that has been going up a slope, finally leads down towards the private opening of the beach. You already see the small group of people and the bonfire starting to blaze. Your eyes were scanning, looking for the black-haired male. “Come on, Y/N! Stop daydreaming and get your man.” You hear your best friend playfully hiss against your ear before letting go to run down the sandy hill, arms up to greet the others. Firstly, you could see Eren snapping his head towards your best friend and choking on the beer in his mouth, spluttering. A hand comes up to cover your mouth, hiding the amusement. At least your best friend succeeded.

That’s when you see him. Just a bit behind Eren spluttering about. Levi is smacking a man’s hand away from his shirt that’s unbuttoned to reveal his smooth and toned chest. Even from here as you walk down the hill, you can see his eyebrows pulled together to form a scowl as the other man’s hand— A tall blonde; continues to try and unbutton Levi’s shirt further. He nearly managed to unbutton the one hiding his abs if it wasn’t for Levi’s swift hand smacking the taller male.

“Being a Captain doesn’t mean you can strip me down, Erwin. Stop that—.” Levi warns, face expressing slight annoyance towards his Captain. Though, you have a feeling his respect for the tall blonde is sky-rocketing.

“Aw. Come on. Do it for Y/N. Bet it will turn her— Oh.” Erwin pauses, taking a sip from his ice cold beer as he looks directly at you, smiling. Levi’s gaze follows until his cold gaze meets yours. Instantly, his eyes fill up with a familiar warmth, widening a little and even before you, he couldn’t resist looking you up and down. The tightness of the chest of the sundress, flowing into loose fabric that barely covers your soft thighs, looking so squishable. His fingers twitches. You bite back a knowing smile. Sundress was the perfect answer, it seems. Simple yet, impactful.

“Should I finish my sentence?” Erwin breaks the silence with a deep laugh, hand threatening to unbutton Levi’s shirt once more. “Go annoy someone else.” Levi mutters, completely distracted but still aware enough to smack Erwin’s hand for the final time as he steps closer to you. Erwin smirks behind Levi’s shoulder before deciding to finally leave you two be.

“You arrived safely— That’s great. Great, right. You look great.” Levi says a little too bluntly, his nerves clearly giving him away. You smile, eyebrow raising and you just couldn’t help but tease the black-haired male further.

“Just great?”

“What? No, of course not.”

“You don’t sound so convincing. To think I specifically chose this for…”

Levi has a hopeful glint in his eye when he eagerly waits to hear his name fall from your pretty lips. Still, he’s not going to let your teasing get the better of him. “You look beautiful.” Levi says softly, voice laced with genuine warmth, coaxing butterflies to start fluttering in your stomach, gut clenching. “Thanks. ‘Cause I did choose this for you.” You say softly, leaning in. Your fingers help smooth out the collar of his buttoned up shirt, deliberately grazing against his skin. “Keep some of this just for me later, won’t you? I don’t want everyone to see.” You tease softly through a whisper against his ear, hearing his breath hitch with anticipation.

Levi’s hand automatically lands on your hip and both of you could agree in silence that it just felt right for him to hold you there. A soft chuckle escapes and he decides to play along, ignoring that fact that his daily job literally means often shirtless. “All for you, princess. The same goes for you, huh? If I see any part of this dress becoming undone in front of their eyes, I won’t be too pleased. You’re mine for the night. Aren’t you?” Levi asks breathlessly, steady gaze focusing on you. Rosiness dusts across your cheeks, feeling more warmth than just the sun. Even your heart picks up the pace in heartbeats. Two minutes in and he’s already showing his possessive side. Just the way you like it. It’s endearing, really. As if you’re attending not just for him? Silly.

“I’m leaving for what’s underneath as a surprise.” You hum sweetly, snaking your arms briefly around his neck to pull him in until both of your bodies collide. He’s not much taller than you; bodies able to press perfectly against one another. Even with fabric pitifully trying to block the way, you could feel the warmth radiating off of his body, his muscles tensing from the contact of your soft curves. Levi’s gaze clouds over as he stares at you with pure desire; wanting you in completely.

Not yet. You pull away with reluctance, hand touching his bare chest lightly for a moment. “Later, just you and me. What we both wanted since day one.” Levi says soft enough against your ear and your teeth bite down on your lower lip. It’s always nice to feel reassured that it’s all mutual. The lifeguard you’ve been craving wants you just as bad, if not, worse. Levi desperately needs you and he is no fool to his yearning. Your eyes once more look over him and his fingers twitch with the urge to hold onto your waist. To pull you in close and basically say ‘Back off, she’s mine.’ to his fellow co-workers. He couldn’t, though. Possessiveness in front of others so soon doesn’t seem appropriate. Still, you smile when his hand rests on your lower back and he guides you closer to everyone else. You notice your best friend already giggling at Eren’s words.

“Let’s entertain them for a bit before we sneak off, shall we?”

You smile at his words and nod.

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You find yourself thankful for the bonfire blazing away near you, arms crossing against your chest and hands caressing along your bare arms. The night sky above is glittering with stars but, it still wasn’t enough. Nothing could resist either of you from looking at each other. Levi’s gaze flickers towards yours, his long fingers now dancing gently against the side of your waist. Everyone was too drunk to notice just how close he is to you. It feels comforting to know that you both shared the idea of not becoming intoxicated.. Why? Sometimes being drunk can heightened ‘certain’ experiences but, it’s just not one of those times. It’s as if both of you want to be clear headed. To remember every single detail—

“Can we just get out of here already?”

You bite down on your lower lip to prevent yourself from grinning too much as he whispers against your ear. The hot breath fanning against it leaving you to squirm. “Took you long enough.” You huff, hands latching onto his to give an eager pull, head tilting upwards slightly to look into his clouded gaze. “Lead the way, Mister Lifeguard.” You tease through a purr and he rolls his eyes before he does pull you along, not needing to use much of his strength to do so. Levi makes sure to pluck a towel from the sand as you both finally depart the others.

No one seemed to bother or care to look in your direction as you part from the bonfire. The summer air still warm enough to keep you from shivering properly but.. You fake it. Just a little bit. Free arm to rub along your bare arm as you feign interest in your surroundings. The sandy hills and gentle waves. Levi noticed instantly and without questioning; cause hey, girls feel cold easily — He wraps his arm around your shoulders to gently pull you in, lips grazing against your temple. He couldn’t get over how beautiful you look. Especially under the moonlight. Absolutely irresistible and the older male personally, couldn’t wait to strip you out of your pretty little sundress.

You find yourself leaning into Levi for support as you walk across the sand, feeling your feet sink into it. You have no clue as to where exactly you could go on a beach for some ‘fun’. All you really know is that you’d do it right here if he expressed desire to. Except, he seems to be a man on a mission. “Nearly there, Y/N.” Levi reassures, thumb caressing against your bare shoulder and nudging against the strap of your dress. You could sense his own desperate needs deepening. It’s cute to know that you’re not the only one who is getting impatient. “You know, I’d be happy with right here.” You decide to say, glancing over your shoulder. The bonfire is far enough to look like a tiny dot against the sand. The older male pauses— following your gaze to where they basically abandoned their friends. His long fingers drag through his black hair, teeth clenching together. “You’re tempting me, Y/N. I was planning to take you—”

You cut him off. “Take me there on a future date. Keep it a surprise. Just..” You trail off as you step in close until the front of your body presses against his, hands gently trailing down the length of his arms before so boldly lacing your fingers with his. Your fingers are short compared to his but, fit so perfectly between the gaps of his. Levi could see your gaze clouding further with need and something stirs in his stomach. Fuck. It’s a miracle that he even lasted this long. If he really could have had it his way; he would have been buried deep in your cunt on day one.

“Fucking hell, Y/N.” Levi groans out in the mixture of frustration and affection towards you, one hand letting go of your own as he firmly cups the side of your neck. His lips press against yours hungrily to form a passionate kiss; one that already leaves you breathless and head spinning. You lean up on your toes, ignoring how you sink further into the sand as your soft lips move eagerly against his own pair, easily falling into the rhythm that he provides. His head tilts to deepen the kiss as he pulls you as closely as he could against his body. It baffles you that some commented on him as ‘tiny’ just because he’s shorter than the other men and few ladies on the lifeguard team. Even now, it feels like he towers over you in simply power, leaving you weak at the knees. He loves it. Being able to lean over you as his tongue swipes along your lower lip for permission. Playfully, you refuse it. Keeping your lips pressed together for just that moment. “Sweetheart.” He warns through a low grunt, his hand that hold yours, giving a squeeze before his other hand against your neck travels down to your waist.

You feel saliva smearing against your chin as his tongue drags teasing and slow against your soft skin. The dark-haired male murmurs on how sweet you already taste, mind spinning with the idea of how you’d only taste sweeter between your legs. That’s what motivates him to pry your lips open with his skillful tongue until you’re whining at the invasion. His tongue glides against every inch of your mouth, before rubbing against your tongue. It’s messy. Filthy, even. When you feel the slick saliva dribbling out from you not being able to control anything. He’s the one in control and fuck, do you love it. Your first kiss in the ambulance was nothing like this. It was sweet and to be frank, you didn’t think he’d ever kiss you like this. Silly you, for thinking he’d always be proper and not being able to let go.

Levi is ready to let go of it all completely. His cock is throbbing painfully, eager to be released from it’s constraints. He refuses for now because to him; this is all about you. His pleasure is just a huge bonus. You could feel it despite the layers of clothing. It’s pulsating against thigh, pressing into you. Your hand that he let go of clearly needs to be busy. You try to be sneaky with your movements— simply resting your hand against his own waist, moaning into the kiss. You inch closer and closer. Levi’s hand is swift to slap yours, causing you to gasp at the stinging pain. The pain subsides as he squeezes his hand around yours, pulling away from your lips. Both of you are standing far too close, bodies pressing together. You’re panting, lips coating in the mixture of his and your spit, glistening in the moonlight. He almost goes cross-eyed from just admiring how fucked out you already seem to be just from a kiss.

“As much as I’d love to feel your hand on my cock, I’m the one in control right now. Understood, pretty girl?” Levi whispers against the crook of your jaw, nails digging into the flesh of your hand and you couldn’t help but whimper. Your heart races with excitement from witnessing this dominant side of the lifeguard. It only leaves you squirming, thighs pressing together as a pitiful attempt to contain yourself. “Yes, Captain.” You say lightheartedly, free hand coming up to do a small salute with two of your fingers. Levi bites back a smile from witnessing the endearing act, leaning in to press chaste kiss along your jawline, his hand letting go of yours to slide behind your body, fingers now splaying out across your ass cheek. He bunches the fabric of your sundress as he squeezes the tender flesh of your ass. Your hands grip hopelessly onto his shoulders, needing to hold onto something so you wouldn’t fall from your knees becoming so weak. Discovering only now, that you’re ultra sensitive to the man’s touch.

His tongue dances across your warm flesh as his lips travel down to your neck. “Mark me—” You gasp out as both of his hands now continue to grope your ass cheeks relentlessly, only wishing you were out of the stupid dress now so you could feel the warmth of his palms and nails scraping against your flesh. Levi only hums in response, finding your responses to his touch to be adorable. He definitely likes this needy side of you. His teeth grazes against your neck before he kisses on the warm skin, directly in the middle of your neck. He sucks harshly on your skin, tongue gliding across to feel you squirm in his strong hold. He pulls away with a soft sigh, bringing a hand up to smear the saliva further across your neck, inspecting the dark bruising that has now formed from his eager lips. Perfect. Everyone will see it and that’s what he wants. “You’re all mine, you know? No one will lay a hand on you without receiving broken bones in return.” Levi murmurs, prompting you to exhale out sharply. Possessiveness. Another mega turn on.

“Levi, I swear if you continue to tease me.” You whine, leaning forward to press your own needy kisses against his exposed collarbone, nipping playfully at his pale flesh, watching with eagerness as blood rushes to the surface and leaves a lovely red hue across his skin. His hands that were continuing to tenderly grope your behind pulls away, grabbing the towel that was hanging over his shoulder and drags it off. “You’re impatient. I like to take my time, y’know.” Levi comments with an amused chuckle, watching as your feet shift anxiously in the soft sand. He deliberately goes slow with his movements so you continue to be restless; draping the towel over the sand. It’s definitely not big enough for the two of you. Levi is used to the sand from his profession so he doesn’t give a flying fuck. Neither did you, but… you appreciate the gesture and say nothing. “You’re such a gentleman. From giving me CPR, visiting the hospital and now laying a towel down for me? Phew, lucky girl.” You express with a giggle escaping.

Levi rolls his eyes, gently taking hold of your hand to guide you to step onto the towel. “Am I sensing some bratty moments in our future, Y/N? I’ll put you in your place.” He says, voice dropping lower and his piercing gaze never leaving yours. Oh. You blush profusely, fingers bunching up your dress. You just know the damp patch on your bikini bottoms are going to be completely obvious now. “You are lucky, though. I wouldn’t do this for anyone else. Well, minus the giving CPR. That comes with the job.” The lifeguard remarks, his hands coming up to delicately pull on the tied straps of your sundress, eyes revealing deep hunger as you move to pull the loose fabric down before him. The dress pools around your bare feet, finally revealing the dangerous red bikini. You feel somewhat vulnerable as you stand on display for the lifeguard. He’s quiet as he stares intently.

His cock is starting to hurt, throbbing further as he takes in the glorious sight of your gorgeous figure before him. Levi’s gaze scans across you, taking in the way the tiny strings seem to sit perfectly on your hips. The thin fabric barely able to cover your breasts as they spill out from the sides. You’re dangerous and red, is now his favourite colour. His fingers twitch and it takes everything within him to stop himself from just tugging your bikini bottoms aside and rail you hard. Fuck, his mind is a swirling mess of filthy thoughts. From how you must taste to how tight you’ll be when you squeeze around every inch of his raging cock. Fingers drag through his hair as he shakes his head, lips curling to form a smile of disbelief.

“Y/N, you’re messing with me.” He groans, stepping forward to tenderly cup your cheeks as he presses another fierce kiss to your swollen lips. Usually, he’d love to take his time. Kiss you breathless. Over and over but, you standing before him in nothing but a sinful looking bikini? Fuck his patience. You try to lean into the kiss but, Levi pulls away. His strong arms easily scoop you up and before you could even process it; you find yourself now laying down on the beach towel, blinking innocently as you look up at him, panting softly. He’s kneeling above you, one hand traveling along your side as he quietly admires how beautiful you look on display beneath him. It’s a sight that he thinks he’ll never get used to but, a sight he’ll desperately crave to witness daily to worship for eternity. The tips of his fingers glide along your stomach and he smiles from seeing you squirm from the ticklish touch.

“Noted.” He says and you huff, moving your left knee to nudge against him. “You hush.” You retaliate, lips still forming that pout that he’s a sucker for. Levi’s fingers now brush against your covered womanhood, thankful for the full moon as he’s able to see the damp patch so clearly despite the pair of them being surrounded by darkness. “Baby girl, you’re an eager little thing, aren’t you?” Levi teases, fingers gently pressing further until you feel the fabric press against your sensitive clit, causing your toes to curl and teeth digging into your lower lip as another pitiful attempt to prevent yourself from giving away too much. That even this touch alone is enough to let you unravel. The corners of his lips curl up to form a smirk and he pulls his hand away. The hand unbuttons the rest of his shirt undone until his chiseled abs are now on display for you. Saliva already begins to drip from your parted lips as your gaze focuses on his toned body. The way his bicep muscles tense with his movements of shrugging his shirt off.

He tosses it to the side, arms trapping you between as he grips onto the towel on either side of your head, wanting a moment to admire you once more. “You have no idea how fucking hard I am just from looking at you.” He says, speaking softly as he leans down to kiss just beneath your chin. You bite down on your lip, eyes glancing up to the stars as you feel his lips leave a trail of kisses down towards your chest. The tip of his tongue teasingly dips between your pressed together breasts, hands coming up to squish them together. You glance down as you watch the lifeguard bury his face into your covered breasts, your own hand coming up to cover your mouth, muffling the soft sounds that escape. Levi breathes in deeply, inhaling the subtle sweet scent of whatever perfume you’re wearing. God, he could never decide if he’s a boob or ass man. He selfishly wants both. Blindly, he reaches around to untie the bikini. You oblige by arching upwards.

“Good girl.” He praises with ease as he tugs away the skimpy bikini top and lifts his head to watch as your breasts spill out and be free from the clothing that barely contained them. He sighs heavily, head hanging forward. This is unfair. How could someone be so perfect in every way? Half of your face hides behind your hand as you shyly glance towards him. “What is it? They’re not.. bad, are they?” You ask timidly, wondering where your confidence is. Levi shakes his head quickly, large hands now cupping your breasts to give a loving squeeze. “Beyond good, darling. Are you getting shy on me now? Cute.” He comments as his index fingers gently flick against your hardened buds, noticing the way you whimper from the contact. The mere thought of you responding so sweetly to a moment of pain is enough to fuel the sadist in him but, it’s not time for that.

He lowers himself over you, one hand still massaging your soft breast. The warmth of his breath fans over the one receiving no attention before his lips wrap around the sensitive nipple to suck on sweetly, lips parting further to take more of you into his mouth, groans muffled. You pant heavily, one hand coming up to thread your fingers through his silky hair to give a sweet pull. It only encourages him. Levi shifts, his right leg pressing against yours, guiding it to move up with his so your legs were spread out further and his covered crotch is pressing against yours. You could feel it. His contained length throbbing against your soaking core. Everything he does, leaves your heart racing and lips forever to parted to let out the needy sounds. The way his leg pushed yours upwards so he could press down against you. The way you could feel his tongue swirl around your nipple as he sucks on your tit with eagerness, drool seeping out as he frankly did not care about leaving a mess.

The towel bunches up slowly beneath you as you continue to squirm against it, unable to do anything but take what he happily gives you. The pleasure leaving you hot and flushed. Your toes curl into the sand and nails grazing along his scalp. The reactions only encourage him, pinching your other nipple to tease, twisting and pulling just hard enough for you to feel the sweet pain that leaves you whining out for him. “Levi..” You whine out loudly, face turning to rub against the towel, feeling completely blissed out just from the attention to your breasts. The lifeguard only hums in response, deciding to switch his mouth to the other nipple to suck on, tongue flicking against it. His hand moves to squeeze the other breast, smearing his saliva against the squishy flesh. His back stays curved just so he could give your breasts attention as he slowly grinds against you, finally needing just a tiny bit of relief for his hard aching cock. The friction coaxes out a low moan of your name, teeth grazing against your nipple before he pulls away with a heavy pant.

“Levi, please— Let me.. Wan’ touch you.” You plead quietly and if it was any other day, Levi would have happily gave in to feel either your hand or wet mouth around his cock. He promised to himself tonight that this was all about you, though. “You’re going to lay there and take what I give you. Like the good girl I know you are.” He gently reminds, hand caressing your rosy cheek as he gazes down at you; eyes a swirl of fondness and desire for you. You pout a little, ignoring how your heart flutters from basically being treated like a pillow princess. Well… minus the pillow. He waits to see if you’d retaliate and soon smiles when he knows you’re obeying him. Truly, such a good girl for him. He adores it.

His hands gently grip onto your knees to keep your legs apart as he leans down to press hot, sloppy kisses down your soft tummy, allowing you to wiggle beneath him. “Tsk, how are you going to handle me fucking you if you’re already so squirmy?” He teases, teeth latching onto the edge of your bikini bottoms to give a teasing tug. You whimper, hands covering your face once more as you feel so flushed. The cool night breeze isn’t enough for you. You just feel so hot as you lay there for him, taking every touch he blesses you with. Levi could smell your excitement and it drives him further, fingers quick to untie the sides of the bottoms before he tugs them off. Instantly, your face heats up. You didn’t think it could feel any hotter but, it’s only natural when he’s staring so intensely at your dripping pussy.

“Fuck.” He curses out in near disbelief again from just how pretty you are; pussy alone. The entirety of you is nearly beyond what he can comprehend. Fingers are gentle when he they push apart your slick covered folds to inspect your further. The way your clit looks so inviting to suck and kiss on. The way your juices just slowly drip downwards onto the towel. The way your hole clenches around nothing and looking so inviting for his cock to just bury deep in. He has to wait, though. Just a little longer. If it’s possible. His long fingers stroke up and down your pussy, watching in silent amazement at how quickly his fingers get coated with your excitement.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He compliments quietly and you’re panting from feeling his featherlight touch of his stroking fingers, your hands gripping onto the towel. Were you always this sensitive? You couldn’t remember being this riled up by a man’s touch. Maybe it’s because it’s the lifeguard and you clearly festered both a romantic crush and deep attraction for him. Levi shifts to look at you as his fingers become more firm with his touch. It’s still gentle, swiping up and down slowly and barely brushing against your clit. You feel it throb and let out a whine, trying to angle your hips to feel more. Levi chuckles softly, pressing loving kisses to your inner thighs that quiver. “So needy for me.” He purrs softly, finally giving in for you. Long fingers tease around your tight entrance before slowly pressing in middle finger in. His own head hangs forward as he feels your inner walls squeeze around the new intrusion. It feels so warm and inviting. Wet enough to practically suck his finger in.

With one final kiss to your womanhood, Levi’s tongue meets your clit. You choke on your own moans from the new sensations. Your velvety walls squeezing around his finger that slowly pumps in and out. You feel his tongue swirling around your throbbing clit, the pleasure surging up your body already enough to coax you to tremble. You feel too sensitive— Clear from how your legs clench around the lifeguard’s head. Levi doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s just endeared and encouraged to go further. His long middle finger continues to slide in and out with ease, pushing in deep as he could to feel more of you as he presses sloppy kisses and tongue dragging against your clit. His wet muscle flicks against your clit repeatedly, watching with eyes alight with passion for your reactions. Each squirm. Each wiggle. The way his name sounds like a prayer you’re chanting between your needy moans. All of it is glorious to him.

He slides his index finger with his middle to stretch your hole out further, watching as you sob out in ecstasy already from the pleasure that washes over you in waves. Your eyes stay open as you stare up at the night sky, lips open and drool seeping out. It feels so good, the way his tongue expertly rolls against your clit and how his long fingers seem to reach further, angling enough until your body jolts with something further. “F-Fuck.” You stutter out, hand quickly gripping onto his black hair. Levi’s head tilts slightly, keeping his fingers angled as he continues to relentlessly finger you in the same position, enjoying the wet sloppy sounds of your pussy and your internal walls squeezing around his fingers. It only drives his imagination to go crazy and crave for further things. He’s not going to. Not yet. Not until you cum around his fingers first. He’s evil like that. One orgasm is never enough for his eyes to witness.

Your eyes roll back before closing tightly, the sounds of your moans becoming louder as his fingers continue to abuse the sweet spot in you, leaving you trembling and your face scrunching up. Unable to contain just how heavenly it all feels. Your stomach begins to feel tight and hot. The desperation to let go going further. Fuck, you know you need to. You try to hold it back. Thinking it’d be unfair to climax without him doing it alongside you. “Le-ah… Levi— Please. I can’t— If you keep— Nnghh..” You whimper out loudly, unable to form a proper sentence to warn the lifeguard. He snorts quietly, face burying further against you as his tongue rubs against your clit and fingers skilfully sliding in and out. Not too rough. Just enough to drive you further. Your nails dig harshly into his scalp as you try to grip onto his hair. The stars seem to double in the sky as your built up high finally snaps.

His arm wrapped around your thigh loosens up once he begins to feel your thighs tremble hard through your orgasm. The lifeguard watches in silent adoration, taking in every way your body relaxes. Muscles tensing up, only to relax. Toes curling and legs squirming against the towel and sand. You’re panting heavily between your needy cries, face still scrunched up as you truly can’t comprehend the explosion of an orgasm you’re feeling. Just from his fingers and tongue alone. Your body and mind feels like jelly. Unable to think of anything as you lay there, happily riding the absolute bliss. Levi’s hands tenderly stroke your thighs, smearing your slick across your skin.

“Such a good girl.” He praises you gently, prompting a shy smile to appear across your face. “Hush..” You mumble, knee bumping against his face lightly from where he lays. Levi chuckles softly before leaning down to slowly drag his tongue up between your folds, collecting more of your sweetness to consume. “The sweetest, too.” Levi groans out. You whimper softly, feeling too sensitive from just climaxing. He doesn’t care. “Please let me just touch your cock. I haven’t even seen you yet! Bit unfair…” You complain, lips forming your signature pout once more. Levi snorts. He is leaning on his knees now, hands rubbing still along your legs, fingertips massaging your muscles.

Levi thinks it’s a miracle that he’s even lasted this long without whipping his cock out and, could he truly deny himself this pleasure? The dark-haired male’s tongue drags along his lips, still able to taste you. “Come on, then.” His long fingers gesture for you to sit up and his eyes widen momentarily from just how quick you obey him. You sit up properly, eyes eager and darting from his face to his crotch. “You’re like a puppy.” Levi comments, ignoring the way your cute eagerness just makes his raging cock throb.

His fingers slip past the elastic band of his boardshorts before he slowly begins to pull it down. He’s still teasing you. Intentionally and you know it. You huff quietly and your eyes focus on seeing a nice trimmed area around the base of his— Oh. You watch as his thick erection finally springs out from the horrible constraints. He’s big, which unsurprisingly you weren’t truly expecting. All you knew was that you’d be obsessed with his cock no matter how it looks. You lean in close to inspect the way his cock curves slightly, two veins protruding slightly along the length of it and the perfectly pink-ish tip leaking with pre-cum already. Will it even fit? You couldn’t help but wonder.

Levi watches you anxiously as you just stare at his cock, hand extending out to brush the hair out of your eyes. “Hurry up and touch my cock. It’s what you wanted.” He huffs out the order, prompting a shy giggle to escape you, cheeks feeling hot. “Your cock is so pretty, I’m obsessed.” You say sweetly, shifting your body until your knees dig into the beach towel, one hand planted against it as your other reaches for his length. Your fingers wrap around the base of his cock, feeling it throb in your hold and your warm breath fan against the tip. Levi’s breath hitches, looking down at you in a rather vulnerable position. Ass hovering up before him and face pressing against his erection. He finds himself wishing he could tattoo this image in his mind to have for life.

He tries to stay quiet, minus the soft panting that escapes as he tries to contain himself from not showing too much. Your hand begins to gently stroke along the entire length of his cock, fingertips just being able to touch around the thickness. He’s going to stretch you out so well and your pussy is already dripping with need. You look up at him from beneath your long lashes as your lips wrap around the leaking tip and suckle on it gently, allowing saliva to dribble out. Levi groans, fingers threading through your hair to grip firmly as he focuses deeply on both the sight and the way his cock feels the wet warmth of your sweet mouth.

Your tongue teasingly swirls several times slowly around the tip, enjoying the salty taste of his pre-cum that leaks as your hand continues to move slowly along the length, fingertips pressing lightly against the protruding veins. Your wrist twists lightly with each stroke and Levi couldn’t help but mutter filth beneath his breath from how good it feels. Just from your hand and tongue alone. It encourages you to squeeze around the base of his cock as your lips stretch around the width of his throbbing cock, moans muffled by your mouth stuffed full. It sends vibrations along his length and he strangles out his own moan of your name, tugging on your hair.

You begin to slide your mouth along. You keep your jaw nice and slack so you’re able to take most of him into your mouth. The tip brushes against the back of your throat as you take him further, prompting you to gag lightly. It sounds heavenly to his ears, always been a lover of the wet sounds of a blowjob. He presses gently on the back of your head, forcing you to take more, which you do so eagerly. You don’t care about choking. Hell, you love the feeling of it. Throat stuffed full of his cock and the only access to breathe is through your nose heavily. Your throat muscles constrict around his pulsating cock and it coaxes a tremble out of his body, hips bucking slightly.

Your tongue presses against the underside and no matter how much you slurp up your saliva, more just continues to spill out. The blowjob is filthy and loud. Just the way he likes it. Levi wouldn’t give a flying fuck if one of their friends happens to walk by on the beach. All he can think about is your heavenly mouth wrapped so sweetly and taking every inch of his length. He didn’t care about the salty air or sand between his toes. He just wants you. As you continue to fuck your mouth onto his cock, he could feel the hotness in his stomach tighten with the need to release. The desperate build continues and this isn’t where he wanted to finish. “Fuck— Baby. Stop, I want to fuck you properly.” Levi breathes out heavily, eyelids heavy as he looks down at you.

You whine, wanting to continue to taste his cock on your tongue but, you obey and slide your mouth off with an audible pop. You couldn’t stop yourself from breathing heavily as you lacked air for so long. A string of saliva connects from your lips to the pulsing tip of his length. Your chest rises and falls with each deep breath, leaning forward to give the tip a loving kiss. Levi hisses lowly, already kicking off his boardshorts properly before reaching into the pockets for the condom he tucked away hours before.

“No.” You say, playfully swatting at the condom in his hand, still on your knees. He looks at you for a moment with an eyebrow raised. “Wan’ be stuffed full of your cum.” You say sweetly and his brain instantly short-circuits. Cum. Inside. Fuck. His hands roughly cup your cheeks, forcing you to kneel up before he presses a fierce kiss to your lips. You couldn’t help but moan at the taste of yourself still lingering on his lips. “You’re so filthy, I’ll break you.” He breathes out before his hands forcefully move your body. You found yourself turned around, unable to see him. A soft mewl escapes your lips as his hand pushes against your back until your breasts meet the towel and sand. You could barely focus on trying to straighten the fabric beneath you as his large hands grope your ass cheek with roughness.

Levi’s nails drag along your ass before his hands spread outwards until he could see everything. Your face feels hot once more from being moved into such a compromising position, nuzzling your face into the towel. He watches as your juices slowly drip from your pussy, clearly ready to invite him in. He’s going in bare. No condom. He’ll be able to feel— Fuck, he couldn’t wait anymore. Courtesies be damned. One hand keeps you spread out for him as his other holds the base of his cock. For several moments, he just rubs his throbbing length between your slick folds, breath becoming heavy. “Don’t you dare stay quiet.” He warns you gently before pushing the tip of his cock into your tight hole.

You whimper loudly when you feel just the head pressing into you. You could barely focus on how both of his hands grip onto your ass now, ignoring the stretch of your cheeks and only wishing you could see his face. The lifeguard watches as he slowly sinks his thick cock into you, deep desire for you only growing as he witnesses every inch disappearing as your velvety walls seem to grip onto his cock and pull him in. As if your body acted alone on wanting to be filled to the brim of his cock. Levi’s head tilts back as he groans at the heavenly feeling of your tight, wet hole.

Your hand reaches out to pitifully grip onto soft sand, trying to get used to the sweet painful feeling of his erection stretching you out so quickly. You pant heavily between whimpering moans, mouth hanging open and eyes barely able to focus on the dot of red in the far distance; the bonfire. Here you are, ass propped up and Levi’s cock buried so deeply inside of you. Levi’s hand reassuringly strokes along your side as he leans forward to press chaste kisses against the back of your shoulder, feeling his hot breath. “You feel like fucking heaven..” Levi mutters breathlessly and selfishly, he doesn’t even wait for your signal to continue as he starts to pull out, only to fuck back into you.

You blush at his words, head tilting to press against the towel and it muffles your already loud moans as he takes his time fucking into you. Levi feels almost delirious as he feels your slick walls stretching out for him but staying wrapped so snug and tight around him each time his length invades your sweet hole. He grunts, reaching out to grip onto your hair, forcing your head to tilt to the side so he could hear your beautiful moans of his name. You squeeze around his length, feeling him dragging along your inner walls. It only leaves you sobbing out for him, addicted to the pleasurable feeling. How will you ever live without his cock again? It drives the lifeguard further and he picks up the pace of his thrusts. Skin slapping against skin becoming louder and mixing with both and his own sounds that continue to escape.

The dark-haired male drills his cock into you relentlessly, fucking you into the ground of the beach. The sound of the gentle waves weren’t enough to mask anything anymore. He’s thrilled by the squelching sound of your pussy as he continues to fuck you, fingers gripping onto your hips hard enough to leave bruising. Levi’s eyes are closed tightly, riding the sweet pleasure he feels as you continue to squeeze around him. Your moans turn into loud cries, body jerking forward each time he slams his thick into your hole, stuffing you full to the brim. One of his hand travels along your hot skin until it presses flat against your lower stomach. He’s leaning over you, whispering into your ear.

“Feel that, baby? Can feel my own cock inside of you.” He presses down further, feeling your stomach bulge as his cock fucks into you deep. You whimper loudly from feeling every inch, tears glued to your long lashes. “L-Levi, please..” You beg, arching into his hand. He chuckles breathlessly, reaching for your hand in the sand until his fingers lace with yours. He pulls his length out until it’s only the tip before he slams back into you. He repeats it, breath ragged and unable to ever get used to feeling of your sweet dripping cunt. “Ah~ Wan’ face— see.. please!” You babble out, feeling as if your mind is slipping away as you’re completely embraced by the pleasure he blesses you with.

The lifeguard is panting heavily, heart jumping at the idea that briefly crosses his mind. Even if he loves the stunning sight of your cunt squeezing around his invading cock; the idea of you on top becomes more appealing. Levi slides his cock out, noticing it already dripping with your juices. “Come on, Baby.” He groans at the loss of your hole, hands lifting you up. Your body already feels like melting jelly, but you obey his guidance by moving until bodies are twisting and he’s the one now laying down on the crinkled towel, cock slapping against his toned stomach.

“Good girl. So pretty. Such a pretty girl, going to make me feel all sorts of pleasure, hm?” He praises, prompting you to feel giddiness as you straddle him with ease. One of your hands gently takes hold of his cock once more to position against your needy hole. Sweat lightly coats both of your bodies and Levi is watching with silent desperation as you position yourself. He needs your cunt again. His palms caress your weak thighs as silent encouragement, chewing on his lower lip. You finally sink down onto his cock and the pair of you moan together. All over again, you feel the stretching pain subside quickly as his length buries deep inside of your pussy. You look down to see the lifeguard looking like he’s on some high, which he definitely feels like he is as your warm, slick covered walls clench around his throbbing cock.

Pretty moans are dragged out of you as you begin to ride his length like it’s the only thing your body was created for. You move eagerly; up and down. Unable to contain the ecstasy that surges through you. Levi thinks the entirety of you is an enchanting sight — From the way your breasts bounce, to how your cunt just swallows his cock so eagerly each time you slide down, the wetness of your womanhood aiding with each swift slide. Even the way you roll your hips is heavenly. His hands slide up your thighs, fingertips ghosting across your hips. You angle yourself into his grip, pressing your chest against his. You whimper directly against his ear, pressing wet kisses to his jawline as you fuck yourself onto his perfect cock.

His hands squeeze your hips before he holds you in place, preventing yourself from grinding down on his cock and begins to pound up into you, head falling back onto the beach towel as he groans from the pleasurable feeling that continues to smother his own length. You gasp sharply when his thickness begins to drill into you, abusing that sweet spot that leaves you seeing extra stars for the night. You’re clinging onto him, nails digging into his shoulders as you sob, feeling overwhelmed and overstimulated from the way he fucks deep, dragging along your walls that continue to clench, as if your hole is begging for him to stay inside.

It’s all becoming too much. You’ve become a big crybaby in his arms as you just simply enjoy being used by the lifeguard. Utterly drunk off of the delectation and all over again, you could feel the rush of the orgasm approaching. “Le-Levi!” You choke out as you tighten your hold on him. Levi groans, feeling his own orgasm rapidly approaching him as he fixates on his hips thrusting upwards sharply. “Let go, sweetheart.” He whispers, sounding like the oxygen was already knock out of him, strands of hair sticking to his temples from the sweat. Your face is buried against his neck and as you hang on for dear life, the last few sloppy yet deep thrusts sent you over the edge for the second time.

Your mind is completely wiped, eyes rolling and crying out loudly for the lifeguard as your body trembles on top of him, walls clenching repeatedly squeezing around his thickness as if hungry to milk him of every drop of his own cum. Levi groans, arms wrapping around your waist to embrace you, giving one last final thrust through your orgasm until he finds himself chasing you over the edge. He’s panting heavily, thigh muscles tensing and hips stuttering as his cum spills from the sensitive tip of his cock, pumping you full of his hot, sticky cum. “Good girl, fuck.. You feel so- fuck..” He murmurs breathlessly, unable to focus on anything but the pleasure surging through his body and leaving his head spinning.

He slowly rides out both his and your orgasm by slowly thrusting into you, noticing how much full you feel from his seed filling you up to the brim and even dripping slowly from your stuffed hole. His cock being coated with a mixture of your slick with his cum. You’re panting heavily, an occasional whine escaping in response to his cock slowly sliding in and out of you; each glide of his cock with ease. “You’re perfect.” He whispers softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you continue to cling onto him.

You feel like you’re floating, completely buzzed from being blessed with two orgasms. Truly overstimulated, you don’t think you’d be able to handle anything else. You feel sweaty and sand— It was unavoidable, even with a towel. You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling as you continue to lay on top of him, pressing lazy kisses to his neck. The corners of his lips curl slightly from hearing your endearing giggle. “What’s so funny?” He asks with an eyebrow raising, hand caressing along your back. “I never fucked on a beach before. Was definitely an experience.” You comment lightly, ears finally starting to tune in on the wind through the trees in the distance and the waves of the ocean. “A good experience, I hope.” He grunts as he finally decides to slide out of your comforting warmth, feeling his own sticky cum oozing out onto his lap. He refuses to move, just hugging onto your waist.

You squirm from the sticky feeling between your legs, pouting at the loss of his pretty cock inside of you. You shift yourself until you’re hovering above, face to face. “The best experience.” You whisper before leaning down to press a loving kiss to his sweet tiers. You could still taste yourself on his lips and it prompts your face to heat up. He smiles against your lips, a hand coming up to cup the back of your head. His lips move slowly against yours, savouring the kiss and pouring everything into it. It leaves you breathless again, fingertips brushing along his neck before you finally pull away from the kiss.

Quietly, Levi sits up slightly to try and straighten out the towel beneath him, one arm still wrapped around your waist. You grin, brushing the sand out of his hair. Well, the best you could. He smiles softly towards you, gaze holding warmth. He uses his strength to move you with ease until you’re both laying on your sides, facing each other and legs tangled. Clothes lay forgotten to the side, abandoned condom on top. Your hand rests against his toned chest, silently admiring him. Tonight was perfect. Sure, to others it may not be so appealing to fuck in an open space. You’re 100% sure that the sounds of your pleasure would have carried with the wind towards your friends at the bonfire. Everything was public. Still public, as you lay beneath the stars and gentle moonlight. You like it. Even if others exist on the beach — Night or day, it always just felt like you were in your own world with Levi. Besides, it’s rather attractive that someone ‘oh so serious’ seems to be into public sex and possessive over you.

Levi takes hold of your hand, bringing it up to his lips and he kisses each of your knuckles tenderly before his long fingers lace with yours. He didn’t care about the bodily fluids drying up. He just wants to hold your hand. He wants to hold you, all through the night. To hell with the mess, really. Both of you can just wash up later at his apartment. Mm. He smiles at the thought of you sharing a shower with him. You give him a questioning look, head tilting slightly and your thumb caressing his hand lightly. Levi inhales deeply before leaning in until his forehead rests against yours, noses brushing against each other.

“I just look forward to even more time with you.” He whispers, not caring how bold it is of him. It’s how he feels. It’s genuine. No one else has ever captured his heart like you did when you walked through the door to ask help for the lost little girl. Levi is the type to be honest and he definitely refuses to hide anything from you, the one he’s falling in love with. You smile softly, easily melting at his words. Heart becoming jelly, just like your body. You kiss him softly before snuggling into him, closing your eyes. You have no intention of moving an inch away from the lifeguard that you’re falling so deeply for. You look up towards the dark sky. Your previous empty mind now swirling with love and affection you hold for Levi. You breathe in before you finally, sigh out happily.

“Me, too.”

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[space-mermaid-writing]

The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 3

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: We see a bit of the reader's powers in this one. Loki is not happy about the revelation. Beta by @zaria-04 <3

Chapter 3: Do you fear me?

"Do you fear me?"

Loki's voice makes you look up. You are sitting on the back of the couch, looking out of the big window in front of you.

Two days have passed since the SHIELD agents were withdrawn from the suite's door. Loki hasn't mentioned it in a single word, but you're sure he has noticed. Something seems to have changed in his manner. You're not quite sure what it is. It’s like he is testing you. On what, you don't know. Maybe he's trying to estimate the extent of your influence. Or maybe it's just your patience.

You two had just some trivial small talk in those two days. Loki doesn't reply to any of your own questions or conversation starters. Most of the time, in fact, you two spend in silence. At least you're not hiding behind books anymore. And every now and then Loki throws a question into the room. Like right now. He keeps control and the conversations go according to his rules.

You turn your head to him. "I do not," you reply.

The ghost of a smirk flashes over Loki's lips. He leans casually against the wall as if he hadn't just asked a very important question. "No?"

"No."

Loki tilts his head and crosses his arms. There is nothing human about him. But you are used to dealing with nonhuman beings. It kinda intrigues you.

"I think you can be an intimidating person," you amend. "But that doesn't mean I'm intimidated by you." You shouldn't say this kind of stuff. It challenges him to prove you wrong. And you don't want to go down that route.

Loki pushes off the wall and walks over to you, covering the distance in a few lazy strides. He stops right in front of you, making you stand up as well. His eyes are cold as they flick over you, analyzing your every movement.

Unnerving, you think, but not frightening.

When you show no further reaction, Loki frowns. He reaches up and when you don't flinch away, tucks his fingers under your chin, tilting your face straight towards his own. His touch is gentle. It is absurd, absolutely absurd, that such a touch is also known to induce crippling agony in a matter of a few seconds. One of his fingers shifts under your jaw. "Your pulse is steady," he observes.

"You're in my personal space."

His eyes meet yours and for a fraction of a second, you could've sworn you see something other than his usual frigid demeanor flash over his face. You wrap your fingers around his and push his hand away from your face, gently but firmly. Loki lets it happen, but keeps his eyes on you.

"You should fear me," he grins, baring his white teeth. He has something of a predator playing with his food before eating it.

"That's for me to decide."

"You're playing with fire." His tone becomes more warning. You should be more careful, but you can't help yourself and the words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them.

"I thought you were more the ice type." Somehow you just know how to push his buttons. Even unintentionally.

Anger flashes on his face and his hand goes to your neck, your fingers wrapping around it. You act instinctively. Your right hand makes a gesture and you slam it against Loki's chest. It is not very strong, but nevertheless he is thrown backwards as if by an invisible force and stumbles a few steps.

Dumbfounded, he stares at the rune glowing on your palm. "What are you?"

"I'm someone who doesn't like to get choked," you say. Your body tenses, ready to defend yourself if needed.

In a blink of an eye, Loki is standing in front of you again. Faster than you can react he grabs your wrist with one hand and pushes you with the other against the large window. The air is forced from your lungs and you close your eyes in pain for a moment. "Answer me!" he demands.

You try to move, but Loki is much stronger than you and holds you firmly in place. He presses with all his weight against your body. His breath hits the skin of your face, you smell the leather of his clothes and something else that makes you think of old libraries. A mixture of parchment and wax.

Softly, you murmur something. More runes light up on the skin of your hands and arms. A bright yellow that turns a dark orange as the runes heat up. It's a protection spell and Loki quickly lets go of you as he burns his fingers.

"Wicked witch!" he curses.

You chuckle because he's right on spot with that. As soon as he lets you go the runes disappear but you let a faded yellow glow appear on your eyes and hover a foot into the air, just to show off. "Surprised?"

"You deceived me, little minx!"

"I never said I was an ordinary human. You just assumed it in your arrogance." Admittedly, you had been careful not to use magic in his presence. But you wouldn't have denied it either if he had asked you about it. And this, here, is exactly why.

A dagger appears in Loki's hand. He hates to be wrong and even more hates to be told that he was wrong. You watch his every move, ready to jump into action, when suddenly the door to the suite opens and Thor enters.

He takes a few steps into the room and then stops bewildered. He sees you glowing up in the air, notices Loki's aggressive stance. His gaze wanders to the dagger. You both have your heads turned toward him, not giving the impression that you're just chatting nicely. "What's going on here?" he asks in a roaring voice.

Loki's posture relaxes a bit. He keeps the dagger in his hand, but changes his posture, as if you two weren’t about to jump at each other's throats just a second ago. As if he could distract Thor from the situation with that.

"We're just having an interesting conversation," he explains with an almost amused smile.

You snort. There's no way you'd lie for him. Actually, you're glad Thor showed up, because maybe you'll manage to defuse the situation without it escalating. After all, you're pretty sure Tony wouldn't like you throwing the younger prince out of the window.

"Loki just found out he's not the only one with magic in the tower anymore. And he doesn't seem to like that fact." The dark-haired man shoots you a venomous look. "What?" you spit. "Don't think I'm pretending nothing happened."

Frowning, Thor approaches you both. "Brother, are you assaulting the Lady Witch?"

Loki's gaze moves from Thor back to you. With that, I think he's gotten confirmation of what he already suspected. His eyes narrow as your gaze meets briefly. Then he turns away from you and lets his dagger disappear. But you know now that he can have one at hand any time he wants.

"You know what she is?" he asks his brother.

"Of course. I met her the other day. She is quite lovely." He says this with such sincerity that you give him a warm smile. And since Loki doesn't seem to be an imminent threat, you land back on the floor and the glow fades away. You adjust your blouse, which slipped a bit when you were pressed against the window.

"That's not the impression I got," Loki replies.

You catch his gaze. "First impressions can be deceiving. Sometimes."

His expression is emotionless. It's impossible for you to tell if he's upset, amused, or annoyed by the whole situation. Maybe a little of everything. He turns away and walks away, leaving through one of the doors into the adjoining rooms.

That's the end of today's meeting. You are totally fine with that.

"I hope you don't hold my brother's behavior against him," Thor now turns the word to you, "He doesn't mean it."

"Really? How does he mean it then?" you ask, amused, as you gather your bag from the couch.

"It's complicated." The Norse god escorts you to the door. "I assure you he's trying as hard as he can."

You are not so sure about that last part but you smile at him nevertheless. "Thanks, Thor," you simply reply. "It was nice seeing you again."

"Likewise, Lady Witch."

As soon as you leave the suite, your face falls. You tried to appear nonchalant, but the confrontation with Loki has left you quite shaken. The power of a god far exceeds yours and you're glad your defensive spell worked.

You realize that Loki had been holding back. If he really wanted to harm you, you wouldn't have been able to stop him.

Your hand moves to your neck. You can still feel Loki's fingers there, even if it had only been for a very short moment. The feeling brought up old memories you don't want to think about. You shake your head to dispel them.

You noticed that Loki acts differently when interacting with his brother. There's a familiarity between the two of them, despite all the differences they've had in the past. Loki seems to at least somewhat listen to Thor.

Every time any of the other Avengers have spoken of Loki so far, it's been in a very different tone. And with far less kind words. After what just happened, you can't blame them.

You realize that it's not enough just to make Loki socially acceptable among the public. Before that, you have to integrate him into the members of the Avengers. And that could almost be more difficult, considering how much they have been fighting each other. You decide to talk to everyone individually, when you get a chance, and maybe find out more.

But first you need to distract yourself from what just happened.

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You are standing in the spacious kitchen of the Tower. In front of you on the stove are two pots. Around you, you have a lot of bowls and pots spread out, from which you grab something and throw it into the hot water. In the air next to you floats a cutting board and a knife that is chopping garlic on its own.

It's a nice change to have so much space at work. Your own kitchen at home isn't exactly small either, but it's packed with so many ingredients and other stuff that sometimes you just run out of space. But since you're supposed to spend more time in the Tower and around Loki anyway, you've brought some of your work here.

Not that Loki would ever leave his suite, as far as you now. Whereas Thor has told you that the two of them visit the training rooms regularly. But the younger prince seems to have a knack for staying invisible.

The only drawback to this modern kitchen is the newfangled stove. You're used to simple gas stoves. You even need an open flame for some potions. Here, there's just a black, smooth surface and a touchfield that doesn't even have real buttons anymore. You've pressed various icons that all make the same beeping sound until the stove finally did what you want it to do.

You hear voices from the adjoining lounge. Someone always seems to be there, which is nice if you're looking for company.

An aromatic smell has spread through the kitchen, which seems to attract some of the others as well, because footsteps approach.

"Should it worry us that you're using our kitchen for your witch brews?" asks Natasha, amused. Behind her, Clint steps in and the two of them watch you working.

"Not at all," you reply with a grin. "But you shouldn't eat anything from unlabeled containers I might leave around. Just to be on the safe side."

"Like this?" asks Clint, pointing to a screw-top jar containing large chunks in a milky liquid.

"No, those are just pickled potatoes. They're really delicious." You see his skeptical face and laugh. "What, don’t you trust potatoes? Are you a Prussian?"

"What?" he asks, puzzled.

"During a famine in Europe, Emperor Frederick II ordered potatoes to be planted. But until then the people knew only about the poisonous leaves and flowers and were kinda wary of them. So the emperor performed a ruse and had his own fields guarded. The people thought that there was something valuable to get there and plundered the fields at night. That’s how potatoes became the most popular food in Central Europe. Prussians hate this trick," you explain as you press the touch field on the stove to turn it off. Natasha helps you to find the right button. "Thanks," you nod at her.

"Fun story," Clint replies meanwhile, "I wouldn't have thought you as a history nerd."

You turn your head to him and look at him with a serious face. "I was there, Gandalf. 300 years ago."

He looks back in surprise. "Wait really?"

"Well, not in Prussia. I was a child at that time and we lived in the south of the Holy Roman Empire."

The other two exchange a glance and you see some silent communication taking place between them. Unfortunately, you don't know what they're saying to each other.

You don't know why people are always so bewildered when they find out how old you really are. Sure, you look a lot younger. Using magic just does that to a body. At its best. Of course, there are types of magic that speed up the aging process immensely. However, you stay far away from those.

Still, just the fact that you are a witch should prepare people mentally. It's usually a theme in most fairy tales and modern pop culture, after all. Like vampires or Asgardian gods. They don't look like they're a thousand years old either.

You magically make the kitchen cabinet open and plates fly out. "Dinner's ready," you announce.

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Okay, so the story about the potatoes in old Prussia is totally true and one of the few things I remember from history class. It's also one of my favorite stories. It's called the 'potato order'. Prussians hate this trick. In my head the witch!reader is about 300 years old. But it won't be specified in the story, besides that she is older than a normal human being. So think as you like. And don't forget to eat your potatoes!

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[angelofrainfrogs]

Spend the Night: Ch. 21

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: The familiar melody of Grandfather’s Clock chimes through the echoing halls of the Pizzaplex…

Charlie wakes up in her Puppet’s vessel yet again with one goal in mind: to stop William Afton’s reign of terror for good. She enlists the help of Glamrock Freddy, the emphatic leader of the newest iteration of the Fazbear Band. But there seems to be more to this bear than meets the eye—and the same goes for the mysteriously familiar kid the duo find tinkering with animatronics down in Parts & Service.

With some help from friends new and old, Charlie’s journey into the bowels of the Pizzaplex will unravel mysteries none of them ever expected. 

Rating: T

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My mind is searching for something that I call home

Cause my eye is blind to these endless floors But now I see that my time's all yours

~Take Me Far Away by DHeusta~

Charlie looked on, feeling the same sentiment as everyone else. As Gregory seemed unaware of his happy tears she wouldn’t mention them, but she did steal a swipe of the cake’s icing. Things were looking up for now.

Freddy had slipped into the only empty seat beside Charlie, his happiness at Gregory’s reaction turning to curiosity as he watched her eat a scoop of the sweet confection. When Michael did the same, he had to ask: “I am a bit confused… Your bodies are different than mine, but I thought you were still robots at your cores?”

“We are!” Michael replied, then licked the remnants of blue off his fingers while surreptitiously handing Gregory a napkin with his other hand. Whether the boy would use it to wipe off the food, his tears, or both was totally up to him. “At least, I think we are… For whatever reason, Henry designed these bodies with the ability to taste things, too. I’m not sure how exactly, but Charlie and I aren’t going to knock it!”

“Agreed!” the girl chimed in, savoring the sweet buttercream icing on her finger before grabbing herself a napkin. Across from her, Gregory took the paper from Michael to blow his nose in, having faced away from the group to be polite before stowing the napkin away in one of his pockets.

Gregory’s apatite for the cake didn’t stop him from wanting to be a part of the conversation as well. Looking to Charlie with a bright grin, he remarked: “I can’t wait to meet your dad!”

If the man was anything like his daughter, Gregory knew they’d be fast friends.

“He’s probably going to love you, honestly. He adopted like all my friends,” Charlie replied with a well-meaning roll of her eyes, thinking back on how every other day Henry asked if the kids could sleep over so her and Sammy wouldn’t be so bored and at the house alone during summer nights.

“It’s true,” Michael agreed, leaning back with arms crossed. He hooked one knee over the other, bouncing them slightly under the table. Could he get a sugar high from a few packets of granulated crystals and a scoop of sickly-sweet icing?

…Could he get a sugar high at all?

He had no idea, but this environment and these clothes were taking him back to his childhood—the good part, when he’d hang out at the diner with his best friend and siblings, daring each other to eat as much of whatever food they picked that day as they could. When it came to ice cream, things inevitably ended with Evan puking his serving back up—usually in the bushes just outside—and Elizabeth eating so much sugary goodness that she was bouncing off the walls long after her bedtime.

“I am excited to meet your dad as well,” Freddy chimed in, resting his arms on the table. Catching sight of the still-open gash, he quickly put his right arm back in his lap, though Michael saw it before he stowed the limb out of view. Ignoring the man’s narrowed eyes, Freddy added: “Henry sounds like a wonderful person.”

Charlie knew him and Freddy would get along. Hell, the character was based on her dad, even if just loosely. Henry used to reminisce fondly about how he and William came up with the characters.

“We were thinking up ideas in college—Uncle Will drew a bear for me, and I made him a rabbit. Just stuck around for so long, we made them into characters!”

It was so simple, and at the time, so wholesome... Charlie asked herself why William let it all end. Then, she asked herself why she even bothered remembering the fond things about him, after everything he’d done to those he supposedly loved.

She pushed it from her mind, attempting to be far away from even the good memories.

“You guys are similar like that,” she complimented Freddy, giving him kudos for everything he’d done for the three of them.

“Thank you, Charlie,” Freddy replied with a soft smile, understanding the intent behind her words. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for a brief side hug, hoping she realized how much he cared for her, too.

“I can fix that arm up, you know—now that I’ve got two working hands,” Michael pointed out, nodding towards Freddy’s injured limb. He gave the bear a playful grin, eyes shining with mirth. “Unless you’d rather get another lecture from the dayshift techs again…”

“I would appreciate your assistance, Michael." Freddy chose to ignore the jibe, turning his attention to Gregory once more. Blue eyes widened as he realized the boy had somehow inhaled nearly a third of the cake while he was momentarily distracted. Freddy reached forward to pull it towards him and away from Gregory, gently chiding. “Alright, superstar, that is enough for now—we can save the rest for later!”

Gregory reached for a scoop the moment Freddy pulled it away, looking surprised that he would dare try such a thing. The feral boy had a smattering of Neapolitan ice cream stuck in the corners of his mouth, and stains of blue that clung to his lips. Before he could protest, Charlie leaned from Freddy’s affectionate grasp to lick her thumb and begin wiping his mouth with the clean spots of her napkin.

“No! Yuck!” Gregory finally voiced as Charlie swiped her wet thumb over his cheek. She gave a meaningless eye roll, holding Gregory gently in place as she cleaned his face.

“You’re messy! Don’t be a baby,” she snipped before the job was finished. After letting Gregory go, Charlie leaned back again on Freddy’s shoulder, watching in amusement as the kid rubbed his palms in a flustered way over his face.

“Still!” Gregory grunted, falling back into the booth before looking to Michael. The man’s promise from yesterday rang through Gregory’s mind.  “Are you going to show me how to fix Freddy’s arm?”

“Of course!” Michael heartily agreed. “I said I’d turn you into a mini-mechanic, didn’t I?” He slipped out of the booth and patted Freddy amiably on the shoulder. “Come on—let’s get you patched up.”

“You seem quite excited for this,” Freddy pointed out with a laugh, standing when Michael moved out of the way. 

“Is it obvious?” Michael joked, helping Charlie detach herself from the sticky vinyl and pulling her to her feet. “I’m super interested to see what makes you Glamrocks tick!”

Gregory had almost felt silly for even asking. With the intensity that Mike answered him, it was clear he intended to keep his word. It was only because Gregory had been let down so much before that he expected to show up and then not be allowed to participate. Of course, he trusted Michael to be better than the previous adults in his life. Though force of habit to remind people that he existed had become habitual.

“If you're doing maintenance work on an animatronic, but you also happen to be a cyborg... Are you a mechanic or a doctor?” Charlie wondered aloud as the gang began their trek back to Parts & Service.

It had Gregory answering in no time flat, replying with a laugh “Oh! A doctor—easy.”

“...I guess I'm a doctor now, then,” Michael concurred, nodding in acceptance. He walked with his hands in his pockets, still keeping watch but much more at ease now that he knew the Glamrocks wouldn't be bothering them anytime soon. Although, he couldn't help peering with narrowed eyes into every vent they came across that might be big enough to fit a certain robotic amalgamation...

He was grateful to Ennard for the save, but that didn't mean he suddenly liked the thing now.

“It should not be a difficult repair,” Freddy commented, glancing down at his arm and analyzing the damage a little more closely. He was holding onto Gregory's hand with his non-injured paw, letting the boy drift at his side at an easy pace. The fact that the others were much calmer than before helped Freddy relax as well, still the most high-alert out of all of them. “I think it is mostly severed wires that can be soldered back together and then replacing the outer casing, which we have plenty of spares for.”

Tonight was no longer a mad dash for survival. It seemed that for now they would avoid the wrath of Michael's father.

For how long exactly? It was hard to say. The man had invented the original robotic mascots so surely he’d be capable of fixing himself in no time flat, even in a shiny new model.

Despite his happiness at the sugary pit stop, for Gregory there was no true peace in the quiet night. Where there was a pleasant silence, he knew William lurked just outside their field of vision. Still, he asked himself why he was paranoid when there were many things inside the Pizzaplex that wished to help them.

But then he looked to that healing cut on Michael's lip. He stared past the hole in Freddy's arm and felt the tightness of skin healing on his own back. Physical reminders that every moment William was alive, there was a chance that Gregory could die.

Before he knew it, they were almost to the Parts & Service when Charlie decided to ask him a question.

“Huh?” Gregory said, rubbing his eyes to feign tiredness. “Sorry, I zoned out.”

Charlie gave him a strange look, clearly unsatisfied with the answer. She decided not to draw attention to it. “Oh, you looked nauseous to me. I thought you might’ve eaten too much cake.”

The sentence was punctuated with Charlie’s easygoing laugh—a laugh Gregory always found so infectious.

Glancing down at his son, Freddy could clearly see his growing distress. At what specifically he wasn't sure, but he squeezed Gregory's hand in silent reassurance. A few seconds later the squeeze was returned along with the tiniest smile, and Freddy chose not to press the issue. It was also at this time that the group were exiting Roxy's service elevator and making the familiar trek towards the protective cylinder. Upon reaching the main room, Freddy released Gregory's hand so he could settle himself in the chair as Michael rummaged around in a box of parts until he found an extra outer shell casing for the bear's forearm.

“Alright, everybody pile in,” Mike instructed, pointing to the cylinder as he moved to the old-fashioned computer. After activating the timed safety seal, he slipped inside right behind Gregory and Charlie, then went to work strapping Freddy's arms down as door sealed shut. Once everything was secured, Michael hoisted Gregory up to sit on Freddy's lap so he could watch the seasoned mechanic work.

Charlie observed Mike shut down power to the arm as she leaned against the wall of the cylinder. She could see growing interest on Gregory's face, and was happy he’d been distracted enough from his own thoughts. The kid made sure to ask plenty of relevant questions to what Michael was doing, even addressing some to the bear.

“Could you feel this even if the power was on in your wrist? Or do you just get an error message if you get hurt?” Gregory wanted to know. It didn't hurt to understand the intricacies of how your robotic family member ticked, anyway.

Charlie had been curious too, seeing how she was yet to feel pain. Suddenly, she glanced away quickly from the group, attention pulled to Roxy’s elevator hallway as the automatic doors closed again. However, by the time she glanced over there hadn't even been a shadow. Squinting into the dark, Charlie crept along the wall of the cylinder and attempted to get a closer view.

“I do not have pain receptors, so put your mind at ease,” Freddy replied to Gregory, doing his best to smile down at him over Michael's shaggy hair falling directly in his sightline. “But yes, I could feel that something was amiss and I received an error message that there was a structural issue in my arm. I would have received a much more pressing alert if the injury was more severe, though—”

“Awwww! Family bonding time in the workshop, hmm~? How sweet!”

The syrupy coo broke Michael's concentration, and he hissed instinctively as his grip on the miniature soldering torch slipped and caught the tip of his finger. He quickly turned off the flame, thankful for the dozenth time that he didn't seem to have pain receptors either, and quickly turned his head towards the sound.

“Look at you two!” Vanny called from a corner of the room, her patchwork suit half-obscured by shadow. Notably, her injured arm was still cradled in its sling—if there'd been any lingering doubt that Vanessa and Vanny were one and the same, it had now been crushed to pieces. The woman pressed her good paw against the side of her rabbit mask with a gasp. “How in the world did you find bodies all on your own?!”

Of course. Nothing good lasts forever.

Gregory had jumped off of Freddy's lap at the voice, a pointed glare shot at the glass as if his first reaction was to fight the sound.

Already pressed to the window, Charlie startled when Vanny popped up. Of course she wanted to know where these bodies came from. Telling her the truth was out of the question. Charlie touched her collarbone, quickly recovering from the scare. “Hmm, I can't recall. Can you, Michael?”

Gregory stormed up to the glass beside Charlie, fists clenched. He was fuming—mad that once again, a calm moment was ruined for him. These stupid rabbits would never let him relax.

“Go away, Vanny. No bunnies allowed,” he griped, half tempted to blind her with the bright beam of his flashlight. Gregory shoved a hand inside his cargo shorts, grasping the item in question ready to quick draw it on Vanny at the opportune moment.

“So rude! Your dad wouldn't be happy hearing you talk to his dear friend like that!” Vanny chided, wiggling a finger at Gregory. Her chest was puffed up slightly, still convinced that William cared for her like one of his own.

Well, of course he did—why else would he keep her around?

“Go. Away.” Michael echoed Gregory's sentiment in a much harsher tone, angling his body fully to face the rabbit. Freddy could only turn his head to watch, still strapped to the table with one arm powered down. Vanny sighed heavily, shaking her head so her ears flopped every which way.

“Michael, Michael... I just came to say hi! Your dad wanted me to check in on you since your last visit was cut short—he was really looking forward to talking with you and Evan, y'know!” There was an obvious pout in her voice, combined with a hint of disappointment that Mike had a feeling wasn't actually from Vanny herself.

“Well you can tell my father that I still hate his guts, and we don't need to be 'checked on,'” he responded through clenched teeth.

“Oh, I know—you're a big boy now, aren't you?” Vanny giggled, the sound unhinged and disconcerting. “He just worries so much... you're still his sweet kids, after all!”

That made Charlie let out a barking laugh.

“That's rich! If Will cared about us, he wouldn't be doing any of this! He strangled me in an alley! He never gave a shit about us!” She protested the very notion, though she was speaking more directly to the man that controlled Vanessa then the guard herself.

Incensed, Charlie bent to pick Gregory up. Even if they were in a safety cylinder, she wanted to hold onto him to make the equally angry child feel safer. The more she thought about how William used her father—her whole family—the more Charlie wanted to get her revenge as soon as possible. They’d trusted William Afton, and he spurned that trust in one rainy night. Vanny's delusions only served to infuriate as her positive, rose-tinted view of Will only reminded Charlie of the downfall of the Emily family.

“What does he want with me, anyway?” Gregory felt the need to ask. He wasn't sure why Vanny was here.

Oh god, Gregory began to second guess. What if she’s bidding William time before the even more psycho rabbit does something unspeakable?

Gregory clung to Charlie, feeling more helpless as he realized that although they were safe, they were also trapped.

Freddy's eyes had widened at Charlie's admission of her death. He knew that William was the one responsible, but she'd never shared how it happened... Unfortunately, there wasn't time to dwell over how cold and heartless Charlie's unnecessary demise was. Gregory had asked a question that everyone was also very curious to know the answer to.

Vanny tilted her head, as if confused by Gregory's ask. It was quite obvious, she thought—maybe the poor kid had amnesia and didn't remember who he was anymore? To be fair, she hadn't realized that he was Evan at first either, so maybe all of their minds were being messed with.

She giggled at the thought, then answered: “Well, you're his youngest, of course—he just wants to make sure you're safe and sound, and won't have to worry about anything pesky like dying again!”

“Tell that fucking asshole to stay away from him!” Michael snapped, smacking a hand on the glass aggressively. The sparking, purple Remnant in that sharp needle was still fresh in his memory.

Vanny didn't even flinch at the loud bang, simply letting out another sigh.

“Your father said you had bad mood swings, Mikey... he hoped you grew out of them, but I suppose that isn't the case.” She shrugged. “Oh well—at least I can tell him the great news about your new bodies! He'll be so happy!”

Fuck, Charlie thought, her grasp around Gregory tightening. She might not really be protecting him from anything, but she could at least make him feel safer.

“Like hell we’re going to let you near him!” she threatened. The first image that wracked her brain was William trying to kill all of them. Then experiment on the—

Gregory hugged his friend, feeling her relax again as she glanced away from Vanny. In turn she tried to ignore the meddlesome bunny, and advised for Gregory to do likewise.

“Don’t pay her any mind. You’re going to be fine.” Charlie’s reminder was for everyone in the cylinder. Gregory was going to be fine, and so were they.

Vanny barely seemed to register Charlie when she spoke to her. If William didn't care to pay the vengeful spirit any mind, then Vanny couldn't be bothered to either. Her focus was solely on the Afton boys, and she watched Michael step closer to his brother as if to protect him.

“Aww, it’s so sweet to see you two getting along after everything!” Vanny cooed, pressing her good paw over her heart. A giggle escaped the rabbit mask as Michael visibly tensed, fists clenching at his sides. “Oh come on, Michael—it’s not like that was a secret... It might be old news, but there’s still tons of public records about what you did at that biiiiirthday partyyyyyy~”

“Shut up…,” Michael whispered, his voice barely audible. Vanny leaned towards the window, mockingly cupping her paw behind the patchwork bunny ear.

“Hmm? What was that, Mike—”

“I said SHUT UP!”

The lack of pain sensors made Michael unable to realize he’d balled up his fists so hard they were cutting into his palms, small rivulets of blood trailing down his hands from the sharpest points. He stared Vanny down with a vision that was quickly turning red. His mind was slipping back to a time when he wasn’t so much younger than this body—when he’d decided to play a cruel prank that had gone horribly, horribly wrong…

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” Michael hissed through clenched teeth, watching as the rabbit shifted between white, gold, and purple before his eyes. “And you don’t deserve to even think about my brother, so shut your fucking mouth!”

Sensing she’d gone a bit too far in her taunting, Vanny decided it best to leave and started backing away. “Oops~ I can see I’ve overstayed my welcome! I'll see you all again soon; byeeee~”

She giggled again, then with a wave skipped off to some unknown part of the Pizzaplex and out of view.

“Michael, wait!” Freddy exclaimed, still strapped down but managing to catch the man’s hand with the tip of his claw as Mike began stalking after her. The man wrenched his hand away as if Freddy’s touch burned, staring down at the animatronic with a look of unquantifiable anguish.

No longer was this Glamrock Freddy—the bear’s orange, red, and blue motif had faded into rotten gold, chest soaked to the endoskeleton with dark red that would never come out, no matter how hard Michael scrubbed. A broken, choked-off sob escaped his lips as the memories of that horrible day flashed across his vision, senses amped up to the extreme thanks to this new vessel. Cupping his face in his hands, Michael sunk down against the glass window as, in vivid detail, he remembered everything.

Charlie felt cold, watching how Michael crumbled. She remembered that day, and the stressful months afterwards. She'd never seen the Aftons with such high tensions. Charlie recalled finding Elizabeth pounding against her older brother's chest with her tiny fists in the backrooms.

Charlie wasn’t even inside at the time it happened. She’d walked in from the back entrance with Evan's gift, immediately noting the spray of red on Michael’s shocked and pallid face with Lizzie screaming at the top of her lungs.

“HE DIDN'T EVEN WANT THIS PARTY! YOU AND DAD MADE HIM GO!”

The fight the three of them had... Charlie choked, cursing the tears in her eyes. When she was sad as Puppet, her vision was never impaired by realism. The wet sensation grounded her, pulling her back to the now.

“Michael—” Charlie prompted, setting Gregory on his feet as she crouched to her old friend’s side. Her hand ghosted over his shoulder, afraid to touch in his tightly-wound emotion.

To Gregory, watching Michael break down was heartbreaking—far too much for him to just stand aside. Mike had always been there for him, but Gregory didn't even know where to begin with helping him out. He began associating rabbits with cruelty this weekend, and witnessing one break the man with a few sentences was the solidifying factor.

“—Fucking bunnies,” Gregory muttered under his breath before moving besides Michael to comfort him. He had no clue what upset him so badly; he just knew he didn't want anyone he cared about to be this heartbroken over what Gregory only assumed to be a mistake...

Michael stayed curled into himself for a while, not registering the others' presences as his mind raced through all the screaming... the sinking, gut-wrenching drop in the pit of his very soul as he realized what his stupid “prank” had done... the blood—there was so much blood...

Blood that was on his hands, literally and figuratively.

When Michael finally took in a deep, shuddering breath and pulled himself back to reality, the feeling of sticky, synthetic red coating his face and hands from where he'd cut his palms nearly made him lose it all over again. He forced himself to look anywhere else, taking in his surroundings.

Freddy was in the maintenance chair—the good Freddy, this one had nothing to do with the past, and probably couldn't even fit a child's head in his mouth with this current design. Charlie stood by Michael's side, her hand hovering over him for comfort but clearly still afraid to touch so as not to shatter his fragile psyche all over again.

And then there was Gregory, staring up at him with terrified eyes.

But he wasn't terrified of Michael—he was terrified for him.

“O-Oh god...,” Mike breathed, pulling Gregory in for a tight hug and hoping the boy would forgive him for ruining yet another shirt. He held Gregory with trembling arms, feeling the boy's heartbeat as they pressed close together. He knew the answer, but he still had to ask in a small, stuttering voice: “Gregory... y-you're alive, right? P-Please... tell me you're alive...?”

Gregory squeezed back. He'd tried to emulate the things the others did for him whenever he was scared beyond belief. He rubbed Mike's shoulder, only stuttering in his movements when Michael asked him that question.

“I'm alive... Of course I'm alive.” He had to be. Gregory certainly didn't remember dying. There was no way.

And even if somehow had slipped past the veil of the mortal realm, Gregory was certain he’d lie just to keep this guy's heart from breaking even further. Where he should have felt a reasonable amount of fear in regards to Michael, Gregory could only sympathize.

Besides Michael, a form slid against his shoulder. Charlie found it hard to intervene, her heart still broken from the cruel reminder of the past. Michael's mistake being thrown in his face like that reminding Charlie how she had treated him that night.

Her first reaction had been a simple question:

Why?

When he didn't answer right away, stunned by grief and terror, she’d pushed him and asked Michael why he couldn't just have left his brother alone for one minute!

Charlie wished that anger wasn't her first response that day. The regret still weighed heavy on her mind.

Michael simply nodded in response to Gregory, leaning his head on Charlie's shoulder as he held on for just a little longer. Gregory was still alive, and Michael was going to keep it that way. He wasn't going to let his new brother's fate be the same as his other siblings'.

After a minute, Mike slowly pulled back to look around the room again, gasping when a blue-clawed paw caught his attention.

“Oh shit—Freddy!” he exclaimed, gently dislodging himself from the others to move to Freddy's side. The poor bear had been immobile this whole time, forced to listen to Vanny's taunting and Michael's subsequent breakdown without the chance to help. Mike wiped his face and hands off on a nearby rag and got to work finishing the last repairs. “Sorry; I didn't mean to leave you stuck...”

“It is alright—you were acting in everyone's best interest, and I cannot fault you for that,” Freddy replied, watching the man carefully. He was never going to forget the look Michael gave him, like together the pair had done something bad. Hesitantly, Freddy began: “Michael, are you—?”

“We can talk later, when we're back in the security office,” Mike cut him off with sharp headshake. He clenched his jaw tight, focused on repairing the animatronic's arm. If he couldn't make himself whole again, at least he could do so for Freddy. “Just... let me work for a minute, okay?”

“Do it; it’ll make him feel better,” Charlie assured, rounding about the chair to come by and pet the top of the bear’s head. She carefully maneuvered around his little top hat and focused by his ears as if it soothed him.

Meanwhile, Gregory had taken to watching the glass for signs of Vanny. The next time he saw her, it would be a matter of attacking on sight. He wouldn’t leave any room for the bunnies to torture them mentally or physically any longer.

As the simple soldering job finished, Charlie helped Michael in releasing the restraints from Freddy’s limbs.

“There you go; good as new,” Michael said with a small smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, helping the bear sit up.

“Thank you,” Freddy replied, turning his arm over to examine Michael’s handiwork. He met the man’s smile with a grin of his own, which seemed to brighten Mike’s expression in turn. Michael had come to find mechanical work relaxing in a weird way, but he didn’t usually get thanked by the animatronics he fixed up. It was certainly appreciated, though.

“Alright, back to the office until dayshift?” he suggested, hoping the others agreed. He wasn’t sure if these bodies needed to sleep, but damn was he tired.

At Freddy and Charlie’s agreeing nods, Michael moved to Gregory’s side and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, looking through the window as well. In his best pirate impression, he asked the boy: “Arr, any sign of danger on the horizon, cap’n?”

Gregory was scared of going out there. In the minimal chance that Vanny was waiting around the corner, Gregory would say to proceed with caution.

“Aye—” He’d tell Michael, following his lead with the over the top accent. “—may be rocky seas ahead. We’ll need lifelines.”

Not too discreetly, Gregory slipped his hand into Michael’s. Pretending did take the weight of what just happened off of his mind. Under his youthful eyes, there were dark spots forming from the stress and lack of sleep. He kept himself awake with caffeine and sugar far too many times and now he had the telltale signs of restlessness.

“You guys heard the doctor-pirate,” Charlie chimed in, attempting to keep the mood light until they got back. “Let’s mosey.”

Once everyone shuffled out of the cylinder and there was actually space to move, Freddy grasped Gregory’s free hand and gave the boy a soft smile. He then took Charlie’s as well, creating a chain with her and Michael on either end.

In response to the questioning gazes, Freddy simply responded: “We all need lifelines, do we not?”

Michael simply chuckled in response, taking the lead in walking them back to the elevator. They did a pretty good job of holding onto each other despite the sometimes awkward positioning, only letting go once the security doors were locked down tight in the office. Freddy immediately grabbed the charging cord and plugged himself into the outlet, settling in his usual chair while his battery replenished. Michael rolled a chair next to the bear, idly spinning around once before finally settling with hands resting in his lap. It was a small gesture that put an equally tiny smile on his face, but it was just what Mike needed to release more of the tension threatening to make his anxiety go wild for the billionth time that evening.

Gregory would have curled up on Freddy like the other night, only now he couldn't sleep knowing he was just going to get nightmares. He watched Freddy plug himself in, and Michael did his spin in one of the many chairs. Gregory could try to pretend it was okay for everyone else's sake, but he felt tense and nervous. He wouldn't be able to relax if he didn't know the reason for Michael's reaction.

What could he have done that newspapers talked about?

As he watched Charlie, who seemed quiet and reflective sitting in the corner, he thought about asking her… Then quickly decided against it. It wouldn't really be right to talk about what seemed so personal to Michael with someone else, especially when Charlie still looked upset from the encounter as well. He knew her well enough now to understand it took her a lot to talk about things.

The fact she even mentioned what William did to her—

Gregory shook that thought from his mind, approaching Michael.

“Are you okay?” he asked, holding onto the office chair and stilling Mike in place. Gregory, above all else, wanted to make sure he'd be fine.

Freddy perked up as Gregory posed his question, watching Michael’s expressive face go through various levels of guilt, anger, and anxiety in a matter of seconds. Eventually, Mike heaved a large sigh and hung his head, looking down at his lap.

“As much as I want to say ‘yes,’ you don’t deserve to be lied to,” he replied somberly. He lifted his eyes to meet Gregory’s, trying a sad smile that just turned into a grimace. “Something happened when I was a kid, and… well, I guess I was more of a teenager, but I did something—bad, and sometimes all the details come back at once and I just sort of… freeze up because it’s too much.”

He was starting to ramble, the admission of his biggest regret still hard to contextualize into words even after all this time. He also needed to be careful when explaining this to Gregory and Freddy. It would certainly be better for Michael to tell them what happened instead of letting them find out from a random news article, but… how do you explain to your new family that you were directly responsible for the death of your sibling?

Charlie looked up, not expecting Michael to say anything to Gregory. She managed to speak up for him as a way of encouragement.

“Sometimes good people make mistakes,” she said as a reminder to both of them.

Gregory could understand the implications of what Michael had done as a teenager. More specifically, from what Vanny alluded it was his own brother he harmed. All he knew for sure was that it had, for one hellish time, captured the grotesque attention of the entire town.

“Michael,” Gregory said, finding it hard to speak about his emotions for a moment. Eventually, he settled on a few poignant words. “It doesn't matter what you did back then. That was like a billion years ago, and you... you've shown me you're a good person. You're my brother.”

Saying it out in the open for everyone to hear, Gregory made it known that he thought of everyone in this room as his family.

For a moment, Michael could only stare at Gregory with an expression of shocked confusion. He knew the boy cared about him—at least, he hoped he did after everything they’d been though—but he never imagined Gregory would care to the same extent he did… Not enough to call Michael that.

Hot tear streaks burned Michael’s cheeks as emotions flowed freely. He couldn’t remember the last time he cried… He’d been numb for so long that nothing could get to him enough to prompt such a reaction.

Nothing except his family, that is—but wasn’t that always the case?

“T-Thanks, Gregory,” Michael stuttered out, leaning forward to wrap his arms around the boy’s shoulders. It wasn’t the tightest hug, giving Gregory the choice to reciprocate or break free if he wished. Michael still didn’t feel like he deserved to be considered Gregory’s brother—but that was an issue he needed to work through on his own. Now that he’d officially been given the title, he sure as hell was going to live up to it and be the best damn big brother he could possibly be.

“It… means a lot to hear you say that,” Michael added softly, and there was a definite smile in his voice now. “You… you’re my brother, too. Don’t ever forget it.”

With the go-ahead to hug him, Gregory jumped at the opportunity to wrap his arms around Michael's shoulders. The reassurance that Gregory knew he was a good person relieved a bit of the tension.

“This was a rough night—” Charlie remarked, sighing heavily. “—we should rest up. You're both looking tired.”

She was one to talk. Charlie felt like falling over and looked like she was about to as well. Were she not already flush to the ground, she might have. With no internal messaging errors, Charlie felt like the only solution was to just lay down and shut her eyes.

“Speak for yourself,” Michael muttered as he took stock of Charlie folded onto the ground, the joking tone in his voice indicating that he was slowly returning to his usual self.

“I think it is best if you all rest,” Freddy chimed in gently, looking over the exhausted trio. Charlie and Michael might be made of metal and wires, but on the outside they looked like young adults who'd just been through a second night of hell.

“What time is it?” Michael asked as he and Gregory finally broke their hug, running an absent hand through the boy's hair when Gregory leaned heavily against his leg. It was clear that the caffeine and sugar crash was starting to hit the kid hard.

“It is almost 5 am,” Freddy replied, then unplugged the charging cord and stood up. Ever their stalwart protector, he hoisted Gregory into his arms and urged the others to stand as well. “Come on; I do not want you to fall asleep here only for me to have to wake you up in an hour. Let us return to my room and you can all rest. I will keep watch and make sure you are safe.”

Gregory had rag-dolled in Freddy's arms. No thoughts sat behind the kid's eyes as he felt completely safe when scooped into a hold like that. It was clear from the way he batted his eyes open that he was currently fighting the sleep.

He did not want to go to sleep. He dreaded something happening while he was unconscious and unable to fight.

Even Charlie was having a hard time finding the motivation to stand. She ended up using help from Michael's had to gather herself from the ground. She affectionately squeezed an arm around his back, giving him a brief and tired side-hug.

As soon as they dragged themselves to Rockstar Row, Gregory was out like a light. With his hands peacefully resting over his chest, he drooled as he finally surrendered to sleep. With no more worries for the night, they crept into Freddy's room. 

Freddy set Gregory on the couch and pulled a blanket over him. When he seemed to frown from the loss of contact, the bear slipped his Freddy plushie into his arms, which Gregory immediately clung to as his expression smoothed into peaceful sleep. After a bit of prompting, Freddy was able to get Michael and Charlie to lay down right in front of the couch, moving the star table with its pizza and Fizzy Faz trash out of the way so the trio could sleep as close to each other as possible. Once Charlie and Mike were settled with their own blankets and pillows, they drifted into “rest mode” in less than a minute.

In their sleep, the trio looked more peaceful than they ever had. Freddy pressed a hand to his mechanical heart as he gazed down at them, feeling a sudden swell of what could only be described as violent affection—he realized with a mild shock that Gregory wasn't his only child anymore.

In the span of 48 hours, Freddy had somehow ended up with three to care for... and regardless of how Charlie and Michael felt about his paternal status, he vowed to protect them to the end of time.

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[hey-op-just-kill-me]

Race cleaning up the kitchen

Jack: oh candy apples I love these things

Race as Jack bites into it: wait-

Jack letting the candy drop from his mouth: Racetrack

Race: yes Jackie?

Jack: why are these onions?

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[suna-reversed]

Hello :)

Sukuna. fluff. Pretty please.

Could you write something about sukuna falling for itadori's best friend. You can throw some angst in there too because I am a masochist❤️

Sukuna x F! Reader 

oh god, this turned purely self indulgent halfway through. low key thinking of turning this into a series to give you the angst you deserve.

A/N: (reader is Itadori’s senior and is 18) (loosely inspired by the song “me and my husband” by mitski)

“And I am the idiot with the painted face

In the corner, taking up space

But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved”

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- You had been one of the few poor senior students who had been victim to what had been Itadori’s “elevator pitch” for more people to join the occult club early back in high school. [the said “elevator pitch” being him jumping out at random people with a white bedsheet over his head saying “boo” as he handed you the club form]

- You didn't end up joining the club. But you somehow did end up getting joined at the hip with the chaotic mess under the white sheet.

- Whether it was you two rushing to the theatre to watch Jennifer Lawrence’s new movie,  or going to a revolving sushi place [only to get pocky from a nearby vending machine instead because revolving sushi is apparently expensive], Itadori Yuuji had become a comforting and very important presence in your life.

- So of course when he suddenly dropped out of your life, being the worried friend you were, you decided to poke around a little only to find out that he was...dead?

- Maybe a few months down the line, you would’ve started to slightly recover from the tragic news you had just gotten. Instead, what you got was your supposedly dead best friend popping up days later to tell you that he ate a finger and now he was the vessel for some centuries old curse,,,

- Um yeah...safe to say that Yuji did not expect you to go into the fit of emotions that you did [boy had the audacity to call you dramatic for fainting and then crying while hugging him once you gained consciousness] 

- some time passed and Yuji and you didn’t see each other much with him practically training to be the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Still, simply happy to have him back alive, your brain managed to convinced itself that everything was still the same. 

- And it was when he’d sneak out a day or two from his heavy schedule and you’d be back to your normal routine of watching movies, stuffing your face with snacks, getting your face licked by the mouth on Yuji’s hand…

- ,,,wait what

- The first time the curse had made contact with you was simply out of annoyance of why the stupid brat even took the time to see someone as mundane as you so often.

- His plan was to simply scare you into leaving, knowing it would cause the brat pain.

- So he grabbed the opportunity when Yuji moved forward to brush off some popcorn dust on the side of your mouth, not only licking the side of your face but also being successful in slightly grazing his teeth against your tender skin. 

- Yuji had mentioned that being a vessel had caused some weird physical “abnormalities” for him. you didn’t understand it back then but at least knowing that had sort of prepared you for such an instance.

- So imagine the curse’s surprise [and an even further growing annoyance] when your eyes barely widened for a second before you burst into laugher, 

“Didn’t you train your dog to not bite?”

- by now, Yuji had jumped 5 feet away from you and was still halfway through his string of apologies, but upon hearing your reaction, he mused on your fake calm while letting out a chuckle himself, 

- “Guess I’ve got to get a leash for him” 

- By this point, the ever so indifferent curse had taken two teenagers talking about him like a mere annoyance as a personal challenge.

- And that’s how it started.

- He’d come out every now and then, licking your fingers as Yuji passed you something or making lewd remarks on anything and everything that you ever started a conversation about. 

- But you and Yuji barely paid him attention and it was an understatement to say that it infuriated the living hell out of him.

- Particularly you, who wouldn’t even be annoyed or sarcastic about his tactics anymore. Instead, treating him like a friend who was simply joining you and the brat to hang out. 

- He hated it. Hated how bright your laugh was. Hated how you made them stop every time you saw a stray animal just so you could pet it. Hated how your skin was as soft as a cloud and how you sometimes smelled like cherry blossoms. He’d kill you in an instant if he could ugh.

- it was a weekend and Yuji and you had been watching a movie, even though Yuji was barely paying attention. You knew he was tired as his large frame slumped over your shoulder. Pulling the blanket up to his face, you once again felt the wet feeling of the assaults you had grown familiar with on the side of your hand.

- “You could’ve just asked for a pocky if you wanted one, no need to lick it off my fingers you grumpy little thing”, you laughed as you stood up to go to the bathroom

- that snapped the final string. 

- Coming back into your living room, you wondered if Yuji had somehow gotten up in his sleep and managed to draw weird black lines over himself all in the span of 5 minutes. 

- ‘Yuji, what the fuck?’

- ‘Well well, now who’s acting like a grumpy little thing’ 

- The deep voice sent rumbles down your spine and you knew in an instant what had happened. 

- Even though your breath hitched in your throat and your body begged for you to run as fast away as you can, you held your ground as you simply tilted your head at the curse 

- “Well, I’d like my best friend back if you don’t mind.”

- You saw the smirk on Sukuna’s face falter for just a second before he crossed the space between the couch and you.

- Now as strong of a front as you managed to hold up until now, watching something like that stride straight towards you would have had even the strongest of sorcerers shitting bricks.

- Instinctively, you took a few steps backwards, but he simply continued to close the distance between the two of you until you were backed up against the wall.

- You flinched as he slammed a hand right next to your head and he seemed to gain immense satisfaction from that as he looked down at your startled face with a smirk plastered on his tattooed face. 

- Sukuna was sure that you’d be begging for his mercy any second now. His smirk widened and he was ready to mock your pleas as he saw you open your mouth to say something, 

- “ ...so much for a damn pocky.”

- All those other times you had caught the curse off guard were nothing compared to the “partially-confused partially-baffled” expression that he held on his face now. It almost made him look human. Almost.

- You didn’t realise just how long you were holding his gaze until Yuji took back control and apologized like a million times over, reassuring you that he would’ve never let you get hurt. 

- The curse didn’t show up for almost a week after that. And while you were grateful for not having to wash off your hands or face 14 times a day, you somehow felt anxious about its sudden disappearance. 

- All those worries were thrown out the window as he once again showed up while Yuji was passed out on the couch after a particularly tough session with Gojo sensei.

- Looking at the curse, you felt anger more than anything, how could he just drop out on you with no warning and then show up in the middle of your living room- ...wait a second, why the hell are you mad at a literal curse for not telling you he was taking a mental health break or whatever it was that he was doing? 

- While you sorted out through these conflicting thoughts in your mind, the curse seemed to be going through a similar crisis. 

- Having woken up in the brat’s fragile human body with no warning whatsoever, Sukuna wasn’t in the mood to see your face so soon again. He didn’t know why your physical presence unsettled him so much. All he knew was that he hated it. Even more now that he knew what you looked like all scared and small compared to his vessel’s towering build, and how you smelled even sweeter than what he had tasted, and how despite all that you still had the courage to stand up to someone as dangerous as him. Ugh, disgusting. 

- “The stupid brat passed out.”

- Such a simple statement caused you to snap your head up at him. But he didn’t wait for your reaction as he somehow managed to plop down on the couch while still looking graceful. Picking up the half eaten box of pocky, he warily pulled one out, eyeing it as if it was  a poisoned dagger before breaking off a piece and placing it on his tongue.

- “This is what you would risk your life for, brat?” 

- He turned his head slightly to look at you still frozen in place, staring at him with that doe eyed look that made his chest burn a little. Isn’t this what he wanted all along?

- “Are you simply going to stand there and gawk? I don’t bite-...well, not unless you ask me to.”

- He knew that would set you right back to your usual self,

 - “...maybe we do need to get a leash after all.”

- Sukuna internally grinned as he saw you move to the other side of the couch, ready to hear whatever more of the snarky comeback that you’d have (not that he was anticipating it, it was just the better alternative to being gaped at. Or so he told himself)

- “You ate the non chocolate covered part of the pocky by the way-”

- “As if a layer of this disgusting brown substance can make the rotten stick taste bette-”

- “Well aren’t sticks all you had to eat in yOuR TiME anyways?”- 

—-

- You somehow managed to fall asleep after the bickering, proceeding to sit in silence after you told him to not bother you while you tried to read. You wouldn’t admit it, but you were a little disappointed when he actually didn’t. Instead, he sat on the couch with a slight smirk still plastered on his face, continuing to simply gaze at you. your heart did lunges every time you slyly looked up from your book to take a peak at him. you wondered how many ways he had come up with to kill you so far. 

- On the other hand, the curse sat idly, watching you while his thoughts rumbled in his mind. Maybe killing you can be pushed off the agenda for now. There are much better ways to hurt the brat anyways aren't there? Perhaps he could use one of these brownish covered sticks to-...what is he thinking?

- He ultimately deems it stupid brat’s humane emotions and sheer stupidity that must be interfering with his thoughts.

- A loud sneeze snaps him out of his daze as he sees you slumped against a pillow, your book falling off your lap. And then he does something that he immediately decides that he would pretend to have not done for the rest of his existence. Luckily, the brat takes back control right after he does it anyways.

- But that thought slips his mind as he finds himself replaying the serene look on your face as he gently pulled the book out of your hands, and how his hands shook a little as you nuzzled your nose into the fabric of the blanket that he pulled over you. How could you have felt so calm around him?

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[kyberphilosopher]

Smile

Word Count: 3467 Requested: yes. Based off ‘505′ Warnings: strong hints to sexual disposition. Spoilers if you squint.

“I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck... I did last time I checked.” -Arctic Monkeys, ‘505′.

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With hoarse breath and unwavering eyes, you look up to the stars as you speak. “So, you’re really going to do it then?”

“I have to,” you hear him say. His voice has gotten far more mature and calm since the first time you’d heard him speak. Still angry and determined, but in an intelligent, adult way. Eren is a more capable person now. The only thing left to do is wait and see if that’s a good thing, or a bad thing. 

“What do you think are the chances of winning?” you question. A shooting star whizzes across the sky at that very moment, and it’s gone before you can think of a wish. 

You turn around to face him, but his eyes are already on you. Once upon a time, Eren’s eyes were emerald and teal and deep. Now they’re paler. They are cold and steady as a byproduct of who he’s become. It’s hard not to wonder what he’s thinking about when he looks at you like this, especially since he’s become harder to read over the years.

At first, Eren was one of the most insufferable people you’d ever met. He acted out so often, it was hard to see him as another person of intelligent life. You mostly just minded your business through your cadet years, usually hanging around Reiner, who was also difficult to see as intelligent life. Sometimes you and Eren would argue, but it was never passionate. You just had different world views. 

Things got better when you found out what Eren really was. Since you hadn’t made top ten, you could only choose between the Garrison Regiment, or the Scout Regiment. And with Eren’s newly discovered power showing the promise of hope, you decided on the Scouts. He liked that. 

After that, it was hard not to mature at the same time as he. Eren often blamed himself for the death and carnage that surrounded the regiment. You were solely responsible for the passing of your best friend. And after everything that happened with the government, almost dying at Shiganshina- you knew you couldn’t stand this much longer. With your relationship with Eren still budding in its early and steamy stages, he was the only one you told of your desertion. You abandoned the corps, finding a small, abandoned farm within wall Maria to hide out in. 

Eren was too tired and sick of everything to think you were being cowardly. He wanted to leave too. Maybe come with you. But Eren had plans in the works that he couldn’t leave alone. He visited you less and less. Luckily you never made a fuss. 

And now Eren wants to end the world, to save the world. How does he expect you to react to this?

“I just thought I should see you,” Eren replies. You know he’s deflecting your question. You’re not stupid. 

You nod slowly, blinking as you think. “Am I going to die?”

Your companion crosses his arms calmly. “Yes,” he tells you. 

There it is. 

“You know I can’t support you in this, right?” you tell Eren, equally as calm. 

He only replies after a moment, also in deep thought. “I know.”

You look back up to the sky, sighing out through your nose. “Why did you come, Eren? Did you want me to tell you that I think you’re doing the right thing? Or was it because you need to let out some anger? I wonder.”

“I did want to see you.”

“Do you still?”

Silence. 

“Yes.”

“And I suppose there’s nothing I can do to change your mind?”

“No.”

The stars are glittering with pastel hues, like a rainbow, or kaleidoscope. Each one is a different size, bordering on different shapes, all fusing and melting together like your idea of heaven. You can barely even see the midnight color of the sky through all them. It is beautiful, but it’s also bitter. Everything is bitter, here. 

“I didn’t make myself any dinner yet,” you say. “Couldn’t think of anything.”

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When she was alive, Eren’s mother would make a soup for the family. It was creamy, hot, filled with meat and cheese at the bottom. Eren never liked soup, but he did love that dish. She was always sure to make extra for him, so that he could enjoy it for several days. And although it wasn’t until after she was gone that Eren realized he rarely ever thanked her for it, it was still one of the warmest memories Eren had. 

He fills your wooden bowl with it, being awfully generous. He knows that even though you haven’t eaten much in the last few years, you too had grown fond of the soup. He knows no matter how slowly you force it down, you are enjoying it. It burns the roof of your mouth every time, but you’ve never cared. All that matters is the creamy sauce, and the cow cooked to perfection. 

You stare at the fireplace beside you, flames cackling and licking upward. Eren sets the bowl in front of you, and takes the seat on the other side. You know he sets his long hair behind his shoulders. You’re already prepared. From your pocket, you produce a stretchy brown hair tie on the verge of snapping, handing it to him. 

“Thanks,” he says, even though this routine has happened however many times he’s seen you. 

“You’re welcome.”

The soup is as amazing as usual. You’re willing to bet Eren makes it even better than his mother did, but you dare not say it aloud. It’s creamy, perfectly seasoned. It goes down your throat, still steaming. 

“Does Mikasa know about this?” you question, taking one more delicious bite. 

“No. None of them do,” Eren answers. “Armin will figure it out soon.”

“You want me to kill ‘em?”

Eren shakes his head. To a lot of people, this would be taken as a joke. But this is nowhere near it. Your tone is too casual, too low for it to be humor of any kind. And the way the man across from you reacts- he’s thinking the same thing. 

“No.”

“How are they, then?”

Eren thinks as he takes another bite, the warmth creeping up his chest sweetly. “They’re alright for now. I don’t know for how much longer. I can’t see everything.”

“Can you see who’s next?”

He squints at his bowl as if he were angry, but his eyebrows barely move. “Sasha.” 

Sasha. She was always a good presence to have around. While she seemed like the type of person who would annoy you, it was hard to hate her. And you admired her keen intuition anyway. 

“Will you give her something for me?”

Eren nods. Then you both go back to eating for a few seconds, basking in the orange glow from the flames. 

“How are things here?” he questions after a minute. 

“The same,” you tell him. “I think the cow might die soon.”

Some people might reply with condolences, or sympathy. But your lover does not, and you do not expect him to. “I’ll get you a new one,” he says flatly, almost like a promise. You nod once.

Despite the atmosphere which can only be described as bitter, you’re glad to see Eren again. You’re glad that he’s alive, and as alright as he can be. The bed is always colder without him, heated up only by your lingering fingers that you pretend are his every other night. Whenever he leaves an article of clothing behind, usually on purpose, you hold off on washing it so it can smell like him for you as long as possible. Then there are the hair ties you keep either in your pocket or on your wrist, specifically for him. The razors in your cabinet he often didn’t even bother using. 

Even with the sullen demeanor that had managed to overtake both of you, there was at least one thing you cared about in the world still. Maybe it wasn’t the most conventional kind of caring, or the healthiest coping mechanism. But it was still caring. And all that you cared about was him. 

You knew you weren’t Eren’s first priority. You were probably second, or third. It didn’t bother you. Eren’s head was one of the first things lost when the truth was presented to him. It came back coldly and sternly, in contrast to how previously hot and impatient it had been. But by then your head had also grown colder and sterner. In simpler terms, Eren did care for you. He did love you. But he would consider letting you die if it meant achieving what he set out to do, and you knew this. 

Across the table, Eren lifts his head to look up at you as he chews slowly. The burning meal slides down his throat easily, albeit painfully. It doesn’t even register with him, his piercing eyes slowly gaining a glint from the fire light. 

You meet his eyes after a few seconds, feeling them on you. You don’t say a word, don’t even give a questioning look. You just hold him patiently, which is something the two of you find yourself doing often. 

“You can’t stop it,” Eren speaks, looking you dead in the eyes with a steady gaze. There is love behind his eyes, far behind the anger, but you can tell from the tone of voice he is trying to tell you something as if it were an order. Your lips part slightly from the intensity radiating from your lover, who doesn’t move a muscle. “You’ll be free soon.” 

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Dinner ends. Eren helps clean up the dishes for you and goes to get water from your well so you can clean easier. You already know from the way his thumb brushed against your own when you took the bowls that you’ll likely be bent over the sink in a few minutes, which you don’t mind, but you wonder if he’ll be willing to be softer than usual as an apology for what he’d said earlier. 

He’d meant to scare you. You’re intelligent enough to figure that out. Even though you don’t scare easy, and you didn’t even give an extreme reaction, the look in Eren’s eyes had made your heart drop to your stomach. Sometimes you forget that Eren sees everything. Then he says something like that to remind you in the most memorable way. 

The wooden door opens and closes behind you. Boots scuff the ground for a few seconds, drawing closer and closer as something in you sparks with anticipation, as it always does. A pail of water hits the surface beside you, partially sloshing over the sides, shining silver in the moonlight from the tall window in front of you. Finally, ultra hot hands slide around your waist and push gently but tightly against where your ribs diverge. 

A jaw leans down on your right shoulder, chin poking against your collarbone. Locks of hair brush against your own, just as the hand on the left runs across your side to finally put a small band in your pocket. 

“I did miss you,” Eren’s low voice seemingly growls, his chest rumbling softly against your back. 

“I was thinking about you,” you admit with monotone, knowing your lover can read through it like as easily as a knife slices through skin. 

“I hope I didn’t worry you,” he says, though you can also read through his own tone. He probably didn’t care about worrying you. He definitely doesn’t still. 

“You didn’t.”

You place a both bowls in the sink, running your fingers over the dirty spoons. Eren’s orbs follow your movement. You can feel his chin change positions ever so slightly in the coming seconds. 

“Can you pass me the rag?” you ask, eyes focused on a piece of food on the spoon that doesn’t even exist. 

In response, Eren doesn’t pass you anything. Only his right hand gives you any kind of acknowledgement, passing from on your ribs to down lower. His fingertips skin over the erogenous zone under the waistband of your undergarments. 

“I worried about you,” Eren murmurs boldly. The hot fingertips pass under the cloth finally, pricks of stubble on his jaw scratching your neck and shoulder as he shifts. “I wanted you to be okay.” His left hand raises to grasp the breast above it. Slowly at first, then firmly, like a warning. Everything is a warning with him. 

Your head lulls back uncontrollably. The back of your hair matts up as it rolls against his own shoulder. 

“I said you worried me,” your partner grumbles. “Did you hear me?”

“No,” you lie lowly, refusing to let your voice shake despite the shiver in your throat. 

“Mm,” Eren hums in condescending understanding. A force presses against your core, which has turned burning hot and ice cold at the same time. The force pulls away, a string of something smooth and slimy following it that makes a sound draw from your lips. It’s high pitched, weak, and unstoppable. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so associated with Eren. 

His hand gives your breast a firm squeeze, soreness blossoming from the center. Your back arches quickly and returns lax against him, though now something pokes against your bottom that makes your eyes pop open with a new alertness. Eren’s hand gives you no time again. From your chest, it flies to your throat, holding it back with soft strictness as the other finally dips into the hot pool between your hips. 

“I worried about you.”

A strangled groan releases from between your lips again, this time fully carried up through the air. To Eren, it must sound like nothing more than music, or background noise. 

Thick cylinders pump inside you to the knuckle. They feel better than your own. They always have. 

It feels good. Full. Tight and fast and like the inside of you is quivering under the weight of something that you can’t see or hear. Eren is like a blanket supporting you from falling over, keeping you upright with his grip and his fingers buried inside of you. Prodding every angle, every spot. Not necessarily romantically, but still lovingly. He has always had this goal during intimacy. Nothing matters but communicating to you just how close he wants to be. 

“Eren,” you choke, a dribble of spit sliding from the corner of your lips. 

“Again,” he hisses in response. His fingers hit a tight spot, making every muscle in your body clench at the same time. 

You don’t say another word, your mouth hanging partially open as you focus on everything around you. And it’s all Eren Jaeger. His smell, his growls, his voice, his breathing, his chest, his muscles, his hair, his anger, his bitterness, his intelligence, his determination. It’s overwhelming. It reminds you of getting swept in one of those waves at the ocean he described to you. He’s yours. No- more likely, you’re his. End of story. 

“I said again.”

“Eren,” you moan.  

His head nuzzles into your neck comfortingly, his fingers pushing faster and harder. You can feel how warm you are, never mind how slick. And the way your own body holds around his digits every time he pulls away is enough to make you all the more warm and slick. 

But then...

What is he doing?

He had said “you’ll be free soon”. And yet, here he is, gripping you tightly as he forces you into the corner of submitting. And yes, it is hot. It arouses you as it always has. But something about it makes your stomach turn into a knot of unpleasantness, in contrast to the other one of liquid pleasure. 

“Eren,” you strain, squirming against him. 

Eren speeds up again. A grunt falls from his own mouth from his own power, and you know he’s getting off almost as much as you are. It doesn’t stop feeling good. Feeling euphoric. 

It’s getting rougher. Rougher and harder and faster, more intense. 

“Eren.”

Another gruff moan from him. 

“Eren! Stop! Stop!”

Eren’s palm softens away at once. It lifts away, his eyes opening and his hand stilling inside of you. He watches you shake as you gaze up to the ceiling, wide eyed. Your thighs sputter, entire body twitching. You didn’t cum. 

His eyes trail over you. You’ve worked up a steady sweat glistening and glowing, shivering and shaking and quaking because of him in the best way. You’re his. His partner, his friend, his ally he knows for a fact he can rely on.

“C-can we... Eren...” 

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Drips of water dribbling down Eren’s temple. One of your hands are threaded in his brunette locks, holding them back so you can have an uninterrupted view. The other hand is dabbing cloth against his forehead and hairline, bathing him softly. 

He’d gone a while without bathing again. You could tell. Eren’s eyes are glued to yours, deep teal memorizing all the flecks in your own as if he hadn’t a million times over. 

Eren loves you. Dearly. He’d travel all seven hours and forty five minutes just to tell you that. He doesn’t know what made you stop earlier. He doesn’t ask. But he’s not mad. Overall, Eren understands that it doesn’t matter what you asked to stop for. You give the word, he obeys. Not because he has to, but because he loves you. 

Still, he knows something is wrong. You don’t show it. You’re steady, calm, mature, apathetic as always. But in the pit of Eren’s stomach, something brews. A warm, strange feeling of intuition and omniscience. 

“You look very pretty today,” Eren ventures, wondering only of your response. “Did I tell you that?”

Your eyes squint. “Thank you,” you reply back. 

The cloth continues to rub against his skin, cleaning something that probably doesn’t even exist. Dirt, maybe. Eren’s stopped taking care of his skin in the past few years. 

“You’re welcome.”

Your eyes squint again. This time, they gloss over with sharp wetness like glass. The eyebrows crease like a break, your bottom lip trembling as you suck it between your teeth. 

He doesn’t know what he was expecting. But your lover wasn’t expecting this. 

Eren hates when you cry. He can remember the first time he’d seen it, but not the most recent. You didn’t cry often- you were strong. Crying over something as useless and flimsy as emotions didn’t seem worth it. So what was this for? What were you about to make Eren break down inside over?

Your hand falls limply from his forehead. Shoulders hunch over in defeat, staring down at the floor as your hair covers over your face. And then the sniffles come, choked out coughs like sobs. 

Eren can see the lightest of bruises he’d left on you from earlier, but you’d never had a problem with it before. No, it was something else. But what?

Silent, your teeth grit together as you wince, tears streaming down your face inexplicably. 

“Earlier w-when you,” you gulp, snot beginning to form, “when you- I did worry a-about you. I- I don’t know why I didn’t...”

You stumble forward. Eren stands from your bath tub to catch you as you slump against him tiredly. 

“I hate it when you go.”

Eren switches positions with you, pushing you down to sit on the edge of the tub. He takes the wet rag from your hand and holds your shoulder back so he can have a good look at you. Then the cloth dabs against your own forehead, just as you had done to him. 

“I hate it here,” you sigh, a single tear drop blurring your vision as it falls finally. 

Your lover moves the cloth from your head to your cheeks, smearing the wetness into your skin and away. They moisten and dry, your eyes red and shiny. Eren tilts your head up under your jaw, creasing his brows and using the towel to clean closer to your eyes. 

“If it helps,” he says, looking straight into your eyes, “you’re crying, but I still think you look pretty.”

You’d be lying if you said that didn’t help even a little, because you love him. 

A soft smile creeps to your lips, your hands dropping in between your thighs. 

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.

No I didn’t reread this lmfao enjoy. Hope I did you justice anon

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[dreamerstreamer]

Green With Envy

Pairing: Dream / Clay x f!reader

Summary: [Dream SMP!AU] In Dream’s opinion, you and Sapnap are getting a bit too close for comfort. Combine that with a war, and it looks like he’s in way over his head.

Warnings: some cursing (because Tommy exists) + tw// injury

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: requested by an anon who wanted some dream angst with a fluffy ending! the story takes place during the attack on L’Manberg. love to see that my first dream work is just packed to the brim with tropes. i had a bit of a rough time mapping this one out, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

Dream let out a yawn as he walked into the living room, ruffling his hair as he went. “Good morning,” he greeted, collapsing onto the nearest couch.

On the other side of the room, you groaned. “‘Good morning’, my ass,” you muttered. “Mornings suck.”

He let out a small laugh at that, admiring your form sitting across from him. You were easily the biggest anti-morning person he knew. You could probably write a whole essay on why they were just the worst. But right now, in this moment, you looked absolutely adorable curled up in the couch cushions. Your hair was a complete mess, your clothes were askew, and a frown was plastered to your face.

Yet you were still so beautiful.

He wondered how you did it—how you managed to be so effortlessly wonderful in that special way of yours. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he was sure of one thing.

He liked you. A lot.

If only he knew how to tell you.

Sapnap strolled into the room, holding a glass of milk. “Morning, cuties,” he hummed, taking a sip. He glanced down at the grumbling couch lump that was you. “Is [Y/N] being a grump, again?”

Dream nodded, offering him a crooked smile. “You know it.”

For a moment, Sapnap paused. Then a devilish smile crossed his face and he set his glass down on the coffee table. He leapt over the back of the couch, crashing into the space next to you. Leaning over, he wrapped his arm around your smaller figure and pulled you into his chest. 

Dream froze in his spot.

What. The hell.

You let out a yelp at the sudden movement, your frown deepening. “Sapnap,” you said, “what are you—”

“Wakey, wakey!” he cried, his fingers going for your sides in a tickle attack. In an instant, you were howling with laughter, tears springing to your eyes as you kicked your arms and legs. Dream’s throat constricted at the sight, his heart beating faster at the sight of your smile but sinking knowing that he wasn’t the cause of it.

“Snappitus!” you screeched, smacking his head. “Snapmap, stop!” You let out a wheeze. “Oh my god, Sapnap! I’m going to kill y—”

Sapnap finally relented, dropping you back onto the couch cushion with a smile. “That’s the first time I think I’ve seen you smile in the morning, [Y/N].” He jut his thumb into his chest triumphantly. “And it was all thanks to me.”

You heaved, catching your breath before turning to look at him. “Snappitus Nappitus,” you crooned, reaching your hand over towards his face. He looked at you inquisitively. Suddenly, you flicked his forehead, and he fell back with a yelp.

“Dude!” he cried, glaring up at you from where he lay sprawled on the ground. “What the hell was that for?”

You cackled at his reaction, kicking at his armour. “Because you’re an idiot for thinking it was a good idea to do that.”

Sapnap let out a groan of defeat as he asked for you to at least pass him an ice pack for his “grave wound”. On the other side of the room, Dream’s expression was cold. A stone of uneasiness sank to the bottom of his stomach as he stood up, walking out of the living room with a heaviness in his step that he didn’t walk in with.

So, he thought to himself, his gut churning. 

Sapnap, huh?

The sun glared down at the earth from the sky, not a single cloud to be seen. Dream squinted up at it as he surveyed the weather.

The scheduled day to negotiate with L’Manberg over their territory had finally come.

Under any other circumstances, Dream would be having much more fun preparing for the journey, knowing very well that he was about to see some serious destruction. But today, he was in a terrible mood, and for one reason only.

For the past week, you and Sapnap had been spending practically every second together.

When Dream had sent Sapnap to burn down the forest surrounding L’Manberg’s walls, he had invited you to come with him. When Dream had asked you to hunt creepers to retrieve the gunpowder necessary for the TNT, you had brought Sapnap with you.

And he didn’t think it could get any worse, but even now, you were laughing at something Sapnap was saying, your grin shining brighter than the sun hanging in the sky above you.

Dream was tired of it.

“You have the dynamite sticks, right?” he asked, leading his horse away from the house.

George froze, then let out a long whine. “I forgot it in the storage house. Now, I have to go all the way back to get it.”

Despite his terrible mood, Dream let out a chuckle. “You’re so dumb, George,” he said teasingly, sending him a smirk. “How could you forget the most crucial part of the plan?”

George groaned. “I don’t know! I just forgot, okay?”

He waved a hand at him, pulling out his saddle. “Just go and grab some quickly, alright? We’ll wait for you until you get back.”

George nodded, hopping onto his horse. “I’ll be back soon.” With a snap of his reins, he was dashing down the hill toward the storage warehouse. 

The moment he disappeared over the hill, Dream’s smile vanished along with him. In the corner of his eye, he could see Sapnap chasing after you with a stick, his boots in your hand. A twinge of jealousy ran up his spine.

Wait—jealousy? No way. Dream wasn’t jealous, not one bit. 

With a deep sigh, he diverted his attention to attaching the saddle in his hands to his horse. Mere moments after he placed it upon his horse’s back, he heard footsteps approach him. He already knew who it was without having to look up.

“What do you want?” he said coldly, not bothering to look at you as he began clasping the saddle buckles shut. 

You shifted your weight from foot to foot. “Well, um,” you said, “I wanted to come over and say hi—”

“Cool, hi,” Dream said, cutting you off. He turned, looking at you properly now. “You can go, now.”

You looked taken aback by his words before your expression shifted into a frown. “What’s gotten into you, Dream? You’re not acting like yourself.”

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. “Oh, am I?” He gestured behind you. “I’m just saying you can leave, now. You did what you came to do, right?”

You were appalled. “Why are you acting like this? I just wanted to hang out with you for a bit before we left.”

Didn’t you get it? He was trying to do you a favour. Before he could stop himself, he snapped, “Why don’t you just hang out with ‘Snappitus Nappitus’?” 

A sinking feeling dug itself into his chest at the pang of hurt that shot across your face. But in an instant, it was gone, your expression hardening. His mouth went dry.

“Fine,” you spat, fixing your eyes on him with a glare. “Maybe I will.”

You turned on your heel, stomping away to the other side of the base, inevitably making your way over to Sapnap to complain. Dream’s eyes trailed after you as you walked off, something stinging behind his eyes.

Why did he say that? He shouldn’t have taken his anger out on anyone, let alone you—the one he cherished most.

He felt sick.

“Dream,” a voice said behind him. “I got the dynamite. Ready to go?”

He turned to see George behind him, seated on his horse with a flint and steel in hand. Taking a deep breath, Dream hoisted himself onto his own horse, picking up the reins with a heavy heart.

“Yeah.”

“Big D! What’s the fuck?!”

Dream grimaced under his mask, the string keeping his patience together wearing thinner by the second. 

He and his SMP had been in L’Manberg for no longer than five minutes, and he already wanted to declare war and call it a day. 

“I’ve already presented you with your ultimatum, Tommy.”

Tommy snorted. “Yeah, and it’s a bad one. ‘Give up your land or we’ll light three sticks of dynamite’,” he mocked. He turned to look at Tubbo with a grin. “Tell me that’s not the worst ultimatum you’ve ever fuckin’ heard, Tubbo.”

Tubbo offered a cheerful grin. “It’s a pretty bad ultimatum, yeah.”

Tommy nodded, looking back at Dream with a triumphant smile. “You see, Big D? Your deal sucks. It’s fucking terribl—”

Dream let out a deep sigh. “Tommy, I’m really not in the mood for this.” His form turned toward you for a split second, taking in the sight of your figure next to Sapnap’s before looking back at Tommy. “Let’s just get this over with. What’s your decision?”

The blond blinked at him for a second, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. “Oooh, are you having women problems?”

Dream’s grip on his sword stiffened, his fingers twitching. “What,” he said, his tone harsh, “are you talking about it?”

Tommy shrugged. “I’m just saying, you might be having some.” He gestured to himself, smiling pompously. “If you were like me, you wouldn’t have these kinds of problems, because I’m an expert at women.”

The string thinned another fraction. “Sure you are, Tommy.”

Just then, Wilbur spoke up. “Tommy doesn’t know what he’s talking about, ignore him.” His smile mirroring Tommy’s. “But say, Dream,” he drawled, his gaze flickering back and forth between you and him, “do you happen to know the saying ‘green with envy’?”

Dream’s breath hitched. If he said one more wor—

Wilbur narrowed his eyes teasingly. “Because to me, it seems to be you’re covered in green from head to toe—inside and out.”

And the string snapped.

“George,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion, “set it off.”

The group looked at him in alarm, their eyes wide as George began, “A-Are you sur—”

“Just set it off!” he shouted, a fury like none other taking over him. How dare Wilbur of all people tease him—taunt him? How dare he? Maybe it was a bad idea, but he was done with negotiating.

It was time.

Without any more questions, Dream watched as George lit three sticks of dynamite, tossing them onto the ground ahead of them. The moment the sticks hit the ground, George yelled, “Go, get out, get out, get out!”

Every member of Dream’s faction turned, rushing for the entrance just as the first explosion rang out. Screams rang out all around him, Tommy cursing incessantly while Fundy screeched. Hidden under his mask, a grin stretched across his face at the sound of destruction. He was a single step away from the exit when Sapnap let out a desperate yell.

“[Y/N]!”

Dream stopped, turning to look over his shoulder. The explosions were still ringing out around him, but what he saw horrified him.

You laid on the ground with an arrow pinned to the train of your satchel, leaving you stuck on the ground. Above you, a chunk of the L’Manberg walls was dangerously close to unlatching itself and falling on you. All it would take was a few more explosions for that section of the wall to come crashing onto you, and Dream knew that they had hidden more than enough TNT under the country to make that happen. 

You were tugging desperately on your satchel, unsheathing your sword to cut yourself loose, but Dream knew there wasn’t enough time.

He didn’t allow himself even a single second to process what was happening—he simply bolted.

In one moment, he was turning to head out of the base. In the next, he was tackling you to the ground, his taller figure shielding yours as he pinned you to the earth below.

“Drea—?” 

The ear-splitting train of explosions cut you off, and Dream felt a surge of white hot pain sear up his back as the chunk of wall slammed into his back. He was vaguely aware of the fact that his armour was cracking. He knew he should have repaired it when he had the chance. 

Just then, his mask slid off his face, landing squarely on your chest. The strap must have snapped, he thought distantly to himself. The ringing in his ears was deafening, and he could just barely make out the sight of you crying out underneath him, your lips forming his name—his real name.

It was a shame he couldn’t hear your voice saying it. He’s sure it would sound lovely.

Then the world went dark.

Something cool brushed over his face, and Dream felt himself being pulled out of unconsciousness.

Where... am I?

Slowly, he opened his eyes, blinking while then drowsiness seeped out of his eyes. It must be late afternoon, given how warm and light it was. Letting his eyes readjust to the brightness of the day, he took in the sight of the space around him. It only took a few seconds for him to figure out that he was in his room. He recognized those chests, his messy desk, the curtains framing the open window. A breeze must have been what woke him up.

Why am I here?

He thought back in his mind, trying to recall the last memory he had experienced.

The battle. His SMP. L’Manberg. Tommy. Wilbur. Ultimatum. Dynamite.

He grimaced.

Oh. Right. That.

He vaguely wondered if their side had won, but also knew that he was missing something. He could have sworn there was more to the battle than just that. What was it?

He felt a weight pressing down on the bed just next to him. Glancing down, his heart stuttered in his chest at the sight of you sitting in a chair next to him, leaned over and fast asleep on the edge of his bed. The images flashed through his mind.

Taunting. The wall. You. Pain. Heat. Your lips mouthing his name. Darkness.

Ah. He remembered, now.

He shifted slightly, feeling a dull pain shoot up his side. Wincing, he pulled back the covers, looking down. He was wearing a new shirt and sweatpants—clean clothes, thank goodness. Lifting up the hem of his shirt, he grimaced at the sight of the white bandages wrapped around his torso. They definitely extended to his back as well, if he remembered correctly. So that explained the aches. 

Ever so slowly, he wiggled back, ignoring each wave of pain that crashed over his spine when he did so. A few moments later, he had finally brought himself to a sitting position, your head now lying on his lap. Dream smiled fondly down at you, reaching out to stroke your hair. You were beautiful when you were sleeping. Well, you were beautiful all the time, but he digressed. 

He had a million questions swirling around in his head. How long had you been sitting here? Did your back hurt from leaning over for so long? Were still mad at him?

He really hoped you weren’t.

Just then, you reached a hand to rub at your eyes, letting out a soft noise as you began to wake up. Dream’s hand immediately darted back to his side, and he watched intently as you brought yourself back to a sitting position. You let out a quiet groan as you cracked your back. It was only then that you fully opened your eye. He could practically see the recognition set in your eyes as you took in where you were before you whirled, jaw dropped as you stared at him.

“Um,” he began, suddenly feeling shy, “hey there.”

You continued to gape at him, eyes wide. “You’re awake,” you blurted.

His lips quirked. “Sure am.”

You scooted closer to him in your chair, shoulders shaking. “You’re actually awake,” you repeated, almost in disbelief.

Dream nodded, amused. “Yep. You already said that.”

All of sudden, you moved forward, climbing onto the bed so that you were sitting on your knees right beside him. He didn’t have a chance to react before you were leaned into him, weakly smacking his chest with your fists, your shoulders trembling as you did so.

“You’re. So. Stupid!” you wailed, punctuating each word with another light hit. You whipped your head up, glaring at him through your watery eyes. “Why did you do it? Why did you block me from the debris?”

Dream averted his gaze from yours, his heartbeat picking up from how close you were to his. He could only hope you couldn’t feel it through your hands. “I wake up and one of the first things you tell me is that I’m stupid?” he said, trying to avoid the topic at hand. “What a warm welcome back.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line. “Don’t change the subject, Dream. Answer the question.” Your gaze narrowed. “Why did you do it?”

He opened his mouth, then closed it. “I—I didn’t even think about it,” he admittedly truthfully. “I just moved without thinking.”

You stared at him, your brows furrowing. “But why? You should have been worried about yourself first.”

Dream blinked down at you, feeling his heart beat against his rib cage wildly. He was almost positive you could feel it. 

Then it hit him, the realization sinking into his mind as clear as day.

It was now or never.

He took a deep breath, reaching up to hold your hand in his. He watched something in your gaze melt, but the question remained in your eyes.

Luckily for you, he had an answer.

“I like you,” he said. “That’s why.”

You stared at him, stunned. He felt anxiety lump in his throat.

“You do?”

He swallowed it back down.

“Yeah.”

There was a beat of silence.

And then you began to cry.

Almost instantaneously, Dream began to panic. “H-Hey,” he said gently, wrapping his arms around you carefully, “why are you crying? Did I say something wrong? I, uh—” He gulped. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I know you like Sapnap.”

Now, it was your turn to be confused. Sniffling, you wiped at your eyes. “Wh—” Hiccup. “W-What are you talking about? I don’t—I don’t like Sapnap.”

He wrinkled his brow at you. “Sure you do,” he said. “You’ve basically been all over him lately. That practically screams, ‘I love Sapnap’.”

You stared at him, your tears reduced to stained cheeks now and a slightly sniffling nose. “Sapnap and I are best friends,” you said, frowning.

He nodded. “Yeah. And you like him.”

Your frowned deepened. “No, that’s—” You stopped, and he watched as the gears turned in your head, being able to pinpoint the exact moment they clicked together. 

“Dream,” you said slowly. “You think that I—” You pointed to yourself. “—like Sapnap?”

He cocked his head. “I mean, don’t you?”

You stared at him for a moment longer. “Dream,” you said again, “when you jumped in front of me, I was absolutely terrified. I didn’t know what was going on, and I only remember screaming before you just blacked out on me. We won and L’Manberg surrendered, but George had to help me carry you back. You were out for two days.”

He cringed at your words. It was good that you had won, but two days was a long time to be unconscious. He must have missed so much. 

“During those two days, Dream,” you continued, “I practically didn’t leave that chair.” You pointed to the chair you had been sitting on just moments prior. “Sapnap had to drag me down to eat, and I still slept here, as you already saw.”

He gaped, absolutely shocked. You stayed by his side? For two straight days? For him?

He must have said that out loud without thinking, because you nodded and pursed your lips. “Dream,” you said, “do you know what that means?”

He blinked at you. “I don’t see how this has anything to do with you liking Sapnap.”

You let out a groan, hanging your head in your hands. “How are you this dense?” you muttered, your cheeks flushing pink. “Are you really gonna make me say it?”

He didn’t think he could be anymore confused. “Say what?”

Lifting your head, your eyes met his, your cheeks burning with heat and hands shaking. “That I like you, and not Sapnap.”

Dream froze, his brain short-circuiting in his head.

You liked him.

You liked him back.

A grin spread across his face. This was possibly the greatest day of his life.

Without wasting another minute, he pulled you into his arms, practically crushing you to his chest. You squeaked at the sudden movement, your heart swelling in your chest at the sudden display of affection. “Huh—”

“Thank god,” he murmured in your ear, his voice soaked in relief. “I genuinely thought that you were going to reject me.”

You wrapped your arms around him, careful to be gentle with his back, and smiled into his shoulder. “I thought I was being obvious, but I guess you’re just really stupid.”

Dream sighed, dizzy with affection and something that felt like love.

“Yeah, I am.”

Dream let out a yawn as he walked into the living room. “Good morning,” he said, eyes darting around the room. “Has anyone seen my—”

He stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes landed on you. On the other side of the room, you were curled into the couch like you almost always were in the morning. But this time, you were wearing a green hoodie. His green hoodie.

His heart melted at the sight.

He didn’t think it was possible for you to be anymore beautiful, yet here you were, destroying all of his expectations. You never ceased to amaze him with just how wondrous you were.

He sighed, striding to the other side of the room and settling in next to you on the couch. “Never mind,” he murmured, leaning in close to nuzzle his face next to yours. “I found it.”

You giggled at his touch, pushing his face away from you. “Ugh, you’re so cheesy.”

He rolled his eyes at you, grinning. “Don’t act like you don’t eat it up.”

You huffed, turning away from him. “I’m not saying anything.”

Sapnap walked in while Dream laughed at your expression, a glass of milk in hand. “Morning,” he greeted, sitting down on the couch opposite of you two. He spared a single glance in your direction before asking, “Are you two being gross, again?”

Dream‘s grin widened. “You know it.”

Sapnap gagged as Dream leaned in close to your face, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Ewww.”

Turning to face your boyfriend, you pressed a hand to his cheek and cooed. “Clay.” He leaned into your touch, his lips curling. He was right. His name did sound lovely on your lips,

You returned his smile with one of your own, moving your hand away from his cheek and towards his hairline. 

All of a sudden, you flicked his forehead, pain shooting through his skull as he jumped.

“Ow!” he yelped, wincing at the slight sting of your nail against his skin. He rubbed at the red skin, glaring at you. “Why’d you do that?”

You smiled sweetly at him, but he could see your eyes glint devilishly. “Because you’re an idiot for not realizing I liked you sooner.”

From the other side of the room, Sapnap let out a cackle, pointing at Dream. “Suck it, green boy!”

Dream’s brow twitched and a dark grin crossed his face as he stood up, cracking his knuckles. “Oh, Sapnap—”

Let’s just say that Sapnap needed more than a few ice packs, that day.

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[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

More the Merrier

Pairings | Steve Rogers x reader, Sam Wilson x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings | smut, swearing, Bucky being a literal SEX GOD, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, p in v, p in a

Word count | 2813

Summary | you and Bucky get a little freaking during a training session. Steve and Sam want to join.

Masterlist

Sweaty strands of hair dangled over your eyes, the sweet burn stinging against them when the sweat dripped off. Your fists held tight in front of you, wrapped perfectly with a now tinged-grey bandage and a glossy sheen coating your skin. Bucky stood before you, cocky smirk on his lips and hair framing his face from where it has fallen out of the bun at the back of his head, fists held high before a punch is landed to your stomach. The force sends you falling back, butt colliding heavily with the floor and a groan slipping from your lips.

"That's the last time, James." You warn, rubbing your sore ass as he helps to to your feet - the metal of his hand a welcome coldness against the searing heat of yours. Your fighting was not the best, to say the least, and you usually relied on your powers. Bucky offered to help you - but so far he all but knocked you on your ass every five minutes, even after three weeks of training.

"Let's take a break." Buck decided, chucking your water bottle over at you which you barely caught in time before it would've gone flying into your face. You sent a glare his way and Bucky chuckled, throwing his head back and gulping down his own water - Adam's apple bobbing and drops running down his chin and over his throat. You subtly rubbed your thighs together, attempted to ignore the gush of arousal that flooded between them as you slowly dipped at your drink.

"Let's go again." You said definitively, back in stance and ready to fight. You threw a heavy punch, but Bucky merely caught it in his open palm, twisting until your back pressed against his solid chest. Heavy breathing reverberated in your ear, the hotness of his breaths making your cunt tingle and a shiver wrack down your spine.

"You okay, doll?" A husk in your ear, and you were a goner. A lewd moan escaped you as Buck cupped your clothed core with his flesh hand, the metal one encasing your throat. "Seems like you need my help." He smirked against your cheek, placing a few kisses there before he was ripping your leggings straight from you. If it had been anyone else you would have protested, seeing as they were your favourite leggings, but this was Bucky, so you merely let out a gasp and dropped your head back on his shoulder. "Fuck, so wet already, Doll." Bucky mumbled, fingers slipping past the waist band of your panties.

A wanton moan spilled from your lips when his fingers made contact with your pulsating clit, rubbing it in tight circles as you gasped. You could feel him smirk against the skin of your neck at your reactions, wet and open-mouthed kisses quickly turning to nips and bites that made both you and the super soldier groan.

"Shit, James." You sighed and a small growl escaped him when you used his name. He let his middle finger slip lower, tracing your wet slit before dipping ever-so-slightly into your heat. He hummed in approval when you clenched around the tip of his digit, before slowly sliding the rest of his finger in. You were literally a moaning mess at this point and he'd barely touched you. (I mean come on, it is Bucky Barnes after all).

Bucky started to pump his finger, giving your throat a little squeeze as he added another finger to your wet pussy.

"S'tight, doll. I don't know if I'll get my cock in there." He drawled, accent thick against your ear. All you could do was let another lewd moan escape you, the only thing keeping you uptight being Bucky's hand wrapped around your throat, the cool metal a stark contrast to the hot flush that was brushed all over your skin by now.

"James!" You cried out, knees buckling as his palm began bumping against your clit with every thrust of his fingers. A third one was added to your heat.

"You like that, doll?" He rasped, curling his fingers upwards experimentally and grinning at the little Yelp of pleasure it dragged from you. The grin only spread when Bucky picked up on footsteps coming towards the gym, the unmistakable voices of Sam and Steve filling his ears.

Of course, you didn't hear this, as Bucky had super-soldier hearing and all. Bucky doubled his efforts, determined to have you cumming as both your friends walked in the room. Give them a show.

"C'mon, doll, cum for me," Bucky egged, letting his fingers hit that one spit inside you with ever curl, "soak me, cum all over my hand." He continued, nipping on your earlobe and pressing his hard-on into your back.

You could also hear Steve and Sam approaching now, but you were way to intent on getting your release to being yourself to care. Fuck them, you thought - then a smile graced your lips, maybe seeing you come undone would grant that wish.

"I want you to scream for me, y/n." Bucky groaned as the door to the gym swung open - Sam and Steve in the middle of talking and not looking away from each other until a shriek of pleasure ripped from you.

"F-fuck! Bucky!" You moaned so bloody loudly, Bucky was convinced that anyone on the bottom floor of the tower must've heard you. Your cunt spasmed around Bucky's fingers, legs trembling as hands clawing at Bucky's muscular thighs to ground yourself.

"Good girl." He whispered against your ear, smirking at the sight before him. Stood before you, were Steve and Sam. Steve looked like a deer in headlights - eyes wider than saucers and jaw hanging so low it may as well be on the floor. Sam, on the other hand, was also smirking, eyes roaming your shaking body with a hunger that Bucky had instantly noticed.

"Fuck me, is there room for another to join?" Sam was quick to blurt out, earning him a shocked side-eye from Steve. Bucky's smirk grew.

"What do you think, doll? D'you reckon we have room for a couple more?" Bucky asked you, breath tickling the side of your face.

"The more the merrier." You purred, words still slightly spurred from your orgasm, but you were back to thinking clearly. Sam wasted no time, and before you knew it he was stood in front of you and pulling you into a searing kiss. Bucky retracted his hand from your panties, stepping back slightly and looking to Steve.

"You gonna join us or what, punk?" Bucky smiled amusedly as his best friend, who was trying his hardest not to stare at your semi-naked body. Your hands were gripping Sam's biceps tightly, hips rocking over her thigh that he had spotted between your legs as you moaned into his mouth. When he pulled away to scold steve you were panting.

"What's wrong, old man? Forgotten what an orgasm is? When was the last time you got laid?" Sam teased, tone mockingly accusatory but it worked. A scowl quickly spread over Steve's face, arms crossing over his chest to show case his bulging muscles.

"Just because I'm old doesn't mean I don't know what I'm doing." Steve remarked and Bucky rose a brow.

"Really, pal? Because I don't remember you being with a lot of women back in the day." Bucky teased and Steve sent him a look.

"Yeah, well, I spent a couple months working only with a group of girls after I was injected, remember?" Steve said, his boyish grin telling the rest of the story.

"Well, Mr America's most wanted, why don't you come prove us wrong?" Sam prompted, and by this time your were back to rubbing you thighs together at the though of taking all three of them.

"Please, Steve. I need you." You whined, hoping to speed him up a little bit. Steve took long strides towards you until he stood in front of you, hand cupping your jaw and directing your gaze to him.

"Suck a needy little thing, aren't ya?" Steve chided, pushing your face to one side and then the other as he examined you. "You will address me as Captain." He said authoritatively and you barely had enough time to utter a little 'yes, Captain' before he was slinging you over his shoulder and sauntering over to the weights benches.

You let out a little mph as Steve dropped you onto the bench, dropping to his knees and parting your legs. He begun to press wet and sloppy kisses to your inner thighs, kissing ever exposed bit of skin he could find except where you needed him most.

"Captain!" You whined, wishing he would hurry up a little. Steve rolled his eyes at your childish behaviour but suddenly stopped and let out a groan when you buried your short fingers in his hair and attempted to pull his head into your core.

"Patience, little one." He chided, and the nickname nearly made you want to cry with want. Steve was the only person at the tower that called you 'little one', and he only did so when he was scolding you or agitated with you. You never thought it'd be such a turn-on during sex, especially coming from his lips.

"Woah, woah, woah. Back up," Sam interrupted suddenly, just as Steve went to place a kiss over your clothes heat. "Steve actually knows what eating a girl out means?" He inquired and Steve scoffed.

"Jesus, Sam! I'm from the forties not a fuckin' nunnery!" Steve exclaimed and Sam raised his hands up in surrender.

"Alright, man." He backed off a little and Steve shook his head before turning back to you and resuming to tease you over your panties. You gasp when he ran a finger over your covered slit, some of the remnants of your orgasm seeping through the fabric and transferring onto his finger. Steve brought the now damp finger to his mouth and sucked it clean, moaning at your taste.

"You taste so good, little one, like fuckin' honey I swear." Steve groaned and before you could respond another gasp was released as you felt the fabric of your panties being ripped from your skin. Steve pocketing the scrap of fabric did not go unnoticed by you or the boys, and Bucky smirked out how confident his little Stevie had become.

"Captain, please!" You whined impatiently, desperate to feel his mouth on you. Steve's lips curled into a smirk, before they were descending on you. You bucked your hips up into his mouth, but Steve tutted you and pinned your hips down with his arm, keeping you from moving again. He licked a stripe up from you slit to your clit and back again, doing this a few times and making you try to thrash your hips. Steve stopped at your entrance and pushed his tongue into your pulsing heat, pumping the warm muscle in-and-out, tearing pornographic moans from your lips.

Your hands found their way down to Steve hair, tangling your fingers into his blonde locks and tugging harshly, getting a groan from him as Steve's tongue curled around inside you, stroking your walls. Your cunt clenched around him and Steve moaned into you in response, sending vibrations throughout you core. You shuddered as Steve started to rub circles on your clit, adding too much to the sensation and you came screaming Steve's name.

As slap to your thigh caused you to jolt, crying out when the contact was made.

"What did you just call me?" Steve demanded and you stuttered, a babbling mess as he kept up him ministrations.

Steve pulled away but didn't stop, moving his fingers from your clit to your entrance and pushing them in to the knuckle, pulling out to the tips and pushing back in, while waiting for his answer.

"I'm s-sorry, Captain!" You managed finally.

"Good girl." Steve groaned before he lowered his mouth to your clit and lapped around it, flicking it with his tongue. Your eyes rolled as Steve sucked your clit into his mouth, nipping it and dragging it out with his teeth. You soon came again, biting your bottom lip almost hard enough to draw blood.

He kept going, curling his fingers upwards and trying to finger your spot.

"Captain!" You moaned as he found it, making him reangle his fingers to hit it with every thrust. His mouthy worked at your clit still, bringing you to a third orgasm from just Steve's tongue and fingers that made your whole body shake. Steve pulled away and smirked at you, climbing over you and kissing you. You could taste your own sweetness in the kiss and moaned into his mouth.

When he pulled away your face was full of a fucked-out expression, one that made Bucky coo as he stroked your cheek lovingly a after Steve had stepped back.

"You tired already, baby?" He said sweetly, his thumb pulling at your swollen bottom lip and dragging it towards your thin with his thumb. It bounced back into place as you nodded, eyes barely open. "Tough. You still haven't taken any of our cocks and poor Sammy hasn't even got his hands on this perfect body of your." Buck murmured in your ear, his breath hot and intoxicating against your skins as your eyes widened at his words.

He stepped aside with a wicked smirk, holding his arm out in gesture towards you for Sam. Sam stepped forwards eagerly, leaning down to place a bruising kiss against your lips and before you knew it the Falcon had your legs wrapped around his waist and you back slammed against the wall.

His lips trailed over you jaw, down your neck as your head fell back against the wall, a lewd moan escaping you when you felt his hardness press into your bare cunt.

"Sam, please." You whined breathily, trying to wiggle your hips against him as persuasion. Bucky and Steve chuckled from behind sam, and when you dared to glance over his shoulder a new flood of arousal flocked to your entrance at the sights of both men stripped and stroking their cocks. A groan spilled from you lips and Sam smirked against you skin, using a hand to pull his work out shorts down and pull his cock from his boxers.

"You ready, baby?" He husked in your ear, running his length through you folds and letting the head bump you clit as he collected your wetness.

"Fuck, please, just get inside me." You moaned, head lolling forward to rest against his shoulder. Sam let out a guttural groan as he entered you, throw in head back as he bottomed out. He stayed still for a moment, giving some time to adjust and chucking again when you tried to move on his dick.

The man pulled his hips back, slamming them against them with so much force you could see stars.

"Fuck!" You screamed, biting down on Sam's shoulder to try and keep quiet - fully aware that anyone else at the tower could walk into the gym at any moment to see Sam railing you against the wall and Steve and Bucky jerking off at the sight.

"That's it," Sam groaned, smirking as you screamed when he hit that spit deep inside you, "taking my cock so well in this tight little pussy." He praised, hands braced against the wall behind you as he thrusted harshly up into you. You were a babbling, moaning mess, reaching for you clit to push yourself over the edge again. The accompanied sounds of all three men groaning and moaning was enough to spurt in your release again, and you soon hit your peak crying out Sam's name.

He rode out your orgasm with a few more hard pumps, groaning your name as he released inside you. Sam's forehead pressed to yours, heavy breaths shared as you both calmed down. "Fuck, that was good." He grinned, slowly pulling out of you and setting you down on the ground. You kept your hands resting on his shoulders, untrusting of your own strength when it came to your now-wobbly legs. "You didn't think we were done, did you?" He whispered huskily in your ear, you eyes darting nervously to the two super soldier's with rock hard cock slapping against their stomachs behind Sam.

You gulped, making eye contact with Bucky as he spoke.

"My turn."

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[wicked-mind]

One Rule

Summary: There’s one rule you’ve set for each other in your relationship with Bucky. Always say I love you back to each other. 

Word Count: 2.1

Warnings: Swearing

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There is one rule in your relationship with Bucky Barnes. 

Always say I love you back to each other no matter what.

Doesn’t matter if you both are fighting and hate each other in the moment. Doesn’t matter if one of you is having the worst day of your life. I love you made everything alright. It was a grounding phrase for both of you, letting you know you were always there for each other at any moment.

But this morning when you let out a lazy and soft ‘I love you’ half asleep to Bucky as he left your shared room, he didn’t utter it back to you with that half smile and a kiss on your forehead as he always did. He left with a small chuckle and shake of his head. Once he left the room, you sat up and narrowed your eyes at the closed door once you processed what had happened. Did he not hear you? He must’ve heard you- he has enhanced hearing so he should’ve heard you. He has never not said it back to you since the day you breathed out those three precious words to him so why this morning?

You shook your head for a moment, “It is sooo on, Barnes.” You said to the closed door.

And that is how the day of reckoning started. 

You wouldn’t call yourself a vengeful person but you were the tiniest bit petty.

You got out of bed, pulling on some black shorts and one of your many tank tops before sneaking out of the room quiet as a mouse. You stood up in the glass window looking down at Bucky train with Sam, tilting your head with a wicked grin on your face. As Bucky moved to throw punch at Sam, you flicked your hand, causing Bucky to lose his balance and face plant onto the the mat which made Sam howl with laghter. You are a telekinetic and can move people and objects with your mind. Today was going to be fun- for you at least. 

You kept yourself scarce, not wanting to be caught by Bucky this early in the day. Once he was done with training, you waited until you heard the shower turn on and him step in. You smiled and waited for a moment before, with a flick of your fingers to turn the dial for the temperature, the water in the shower turned ice cold against Bucky and you heard him let out a surprised yelp. You could hear Bucky trying to twist the warmth back on but you kept it in place on the coldest setting with your ability. After the shower shut off, you made yourself scarce again. 

Next was breakfast. Bucky loved breakfast and always ate at least six eggs, four pieces of bacon, and a stack of pancakes. You stood around the corner of the kitchen, waiting until he was distracted to use your ability to turn the heat on the stove up, quickly burning his whole breakfast as you listened to him let out all the curse words in the dictionary about his burnt breakfast.

“Shit! Fucking god dammit!” Bucky yelled as he quickly tried to remove his pans from the stove but by the time he did his pancakes were burnt, his eggs were blackened, and his bacon was too crispy.

Sam, who was sitting at the table drinking coffee and eating his own breakfast, let out another howling laughter, “Good god, Buck!” He laughed out, “You’re just having a day, aren’t you?”

Bucky shot a glare over to Sam with a grumble under his breath before trying to figure out what of his meal he could salvage.

It didn’t stop there. Oh no. You had many plans to get back at Bucky for not saying I love you back. You could tell Bucky was trying to find you, probably to rant about his mishaps of the day, but you kept yourself hidden from his eyesight and earshot. It didn’t take long for Natasha to catch on with what you were doing. She found you watching Bucky from another room as he went through files in an office, flicking your fingers so a window opened causing the strong wind to blow all his papers around the room and disorganize him.

“So, it’s you being Bucky’s bad luck charm today.” Nat said, sneaking up behind you causing you to jump, folding her arms with a smile on her face, “What did he do?”

You looked at Natasha and shrug with a smile, “He broke a rule.” You said simply and walked away with Natasha to leave Bucky to clean up the mess you had made.

The one place Bucky thought he would be safe from the bad luck antics that happened to be targeting him today was the library. He was sadly mistaken though. He had been in the library hundreds of times and knew the layout perfectly that he could just grab a book and plop himself on the couch without having to look but his bad luck followed him. He grabbed a book from the shelf, starting to read as he walked towards the chair but ran into the coffee table that seemed to not be in its normal spot and tumbled over it, running into a bookshelf causing books to fall on top of him, “Okay. What the fuck is going on?!” He yelled to himself as he started to pick up the mess he made. He hadn’t walked under any ladders, opened an umbrella inside, or had any black cats cross his path so why in the hell was he having such bad luck today?

It wasn’t until later that Bucky was starting to put pieces of the puzzle together after an interaction with Steve. They stood in the elevator together, Bucky explaining all the bad luck he seemed to be having today, when the elevator suddenly came to a stop between floors causing Bucky to let out a groan, “You’ve gotta be shitting me. See, bad luck.”

Steve looked confused at the buttons on the elevator- everything seemed to be running normal, “FRIDAY, why did the elevator stop?” He asks.

“Functions are normal. No known cause. It seems like someone has stopped the elevator.” The AI responded.

Steve looked over at Bucky, “Is it bad luck or did you piss someone off?”

Bucky’s brow furrowed in confusion, “I haven’t pissed off anybody today. Shocker, I know.” He grumbled out.

Steve folded his arms, turning his body to face Bucky with his eyebrows raised, “So you just think that slipping during sparing without any water on the floor just happened? Or that somehow the burner on the stove turned up? The locked window just happened to open when you were in the room looking through files? That the shower was stuck on cold for no reason? That the table in the library just happened to move suddenly or that the elevator stops working when all functions are normal?”

Bucky stared at Steve as if trying to read his mind before tilting his head back to look at the ceiling of the elevator as realization came across his features, “Y/N.”

Steve nodded slowly, “You did something to make her mad and she’s been using her ability all day to mess with you.”

Bucky groaned at the thought, running the events of this morning through his head to try and figure out what happened to make you upset, “I didn’t do anything though. I even let her sleep in.”

Steve sighs, “Better figure it out before she decides what other bad luck you’re going to run into today.” 

After the elevator finally started to move again, Bucky was on a mission to find you. He eventually did find you outside by the pool with Natasha. You two were laughing as you dipped your legs in the pool.

“Here comes Barnes with a sour look on his face.” Nat said softly, nudging your shoulder with hers, “I think he’s onto you.”

You smiled, hearing him approach behind you with heavy feet. Just when he was close enough to touch you, you tapped your fingers on the pavement making him lose his balance and trip right into the pool which earned a laugh from both you and Natasha. You smiled and waved your fingers to him as he surfaced from the water, shooting a glare right at you. You knew that look- You were in deep trouble with him. You quickly stood up and raced back into the facility before he could pull you into the pool with him.

Natasha raised an eyebrow at Bucky as he got out of the pool, his clothes and hair dripping water onto the concrete, “Two left feet today, Barnes?” She asks with a knowing grin.

Bucky glared at her, “Shut up, Nat.” He growled out before stomping his way into the facility after you. It didn’t take him long to find you, grabbing your arm and dragging you back to your shared bedroom where he pushed you up against the wall with his wet body, pinning you in place, “Why are you fucking with me today?” He questioned, a stern look on his face with anger in his eyes.

You smiled up to him cockily, batting your eyes innocently, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sweetness.” 

“Don’t ‘sweetness’ me, doll.” Bucky growls out, staring into your eyes, “Why are you in a mood with me today? Did you just wake up and decide it would be fun to mess with me?”

You tilt your head at him, “Oh no, I decided to mess with you after I woke up. I had no intention of doing anything until after you left the room with that cute little chuckle.”

Bucky narrows his eyes at you, trying to figure out what he could’ve done to make you put him through an embarrassing hell today, “I haven’t done anything to make you mad that I remember.” He told you, keeping you pinned in place, “So help me out, sweetheart.”

You pouted your bottom lip out to him which made his eyes flicker to your lips with that look in his eyes that made you know he wanted to kiss it away, “You don’t remember?” You ask, “You broke our rule.”

Bucky stared at you for a minute before shaking his head with a grin and stepping away from you. He ran his hand through his wet hair as his chuckle turned into a loud laugh at your words.

You frowned at his reaction. This wasn’t funny. He broke the rule you two vowed to each other never to break. To say I love you back to each other no matter what, “It’s not funny, Bucky!” You said to him, placing your hands on your hips.

“Oh it’s not funny.” Bucky replied through his laughter still, “It’s fuckin’ hilarious!”

You crossed the room to push him for laughing at you but he caught your wrists and looks down at you with a grin and his blue eyes shining, “I’m so glad your amused with how you hurt my feelings.” You hiss out at him.

Bucky grinned down at you, “Oh, sweetheart, I’m not amused that you think I hurt your feelings.” He said down to you, “I’m amused because you didn’t say I love you. You said I love waffles.”

Your jaw dropped a little bit, “No I didn’t! I said I love you!” You defended. Did you? Did you say I love you or did you say I love waffles? You were half asleep and couldn’t really remember but you were sure you said I love you.

“Yes you did, darlin’.”

“No, I didn’t, Bucky.”

Bucky shook his head at you with a dark chuckle and the same grin, moving his hands from your wrist to around your waist, “Yes. You. Did. I have super hearing. You definitely said ‘I love waffles’ which made me laugh. If you said ‘I love you’, I would’ve said it back like I promised I always would.” He told you, moving his face closer until you could feel his warm, minty breath against your face causing shivers up your spine which he immediately noticed, “I love you. Now, say it back.”

You let out a small huff in defeat. Bucky wouldn’t lie to you just save his own ass, “Fine. I’m sorry. I love you too.” You muttered out, “But I do love waffles.”

Bucky chuckles and pulls your waist closer to his, “I know, doll.” He whispers to you before kissing your forehead, down the side of your face to your nose then along your jaw before finally pressing his lips to yours. He pulled away too soon from your lips, stroking his metal fingers across your cheek with a dark look in his eyes and a matching grin, “Now I’m gonna have to figure out how to get back at you for all the embarrassment you put me through today.”

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[mementomoriifics]

Office Hours - Sanemi x Reader (NSFW)

Tags: Student/Teacher, college au, pwp, praise kink, cunnilingus, blowjob, over the desk, reader is cis female

Wordcount: 3965

Author's note: This one was weirdly insanely popular on my ao3 account so lets see if Tumblr appreciates it too!

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The campus had been deserted for a while now, students either having gone home or were about to, as you walked down the hallway with the professor's offices. You fidgeted nervously with the papers you were carrying, a little scared of being in a relatively small space with your professor, Sanemi-sensei.

Sanemi-sensei was well known around campus for all the wrong reasons. He was abrasive, had a temper, refused to button up his shirt (though depending on who you asked, this was far from a problem),... A rumor had even made the rounds that he defenestrated a student once for pissing him off! So you felt like your worry was justified.

Kind of.

And you had to be completely honest with yourself, the fear of being hurled out of a window wasn't the only cause of your nerves. In fact, despite his brash personality, you had foolishly developed a crush of him. He was easy on the eyes in a rough kind of way, his chest was nearly always on display and the cause of plenty of distractions during class and he just... God you shouldn't even be thinking about this.

You turned the corner that would inevitably lead to your professor's office, nerves flaring up something fierce. You swallowed hard as you passed the door to Kanae-sensei's office, then Giyuu-sensei until you halted in front of a plain wooden door that had a plaque reading “Shinazugawa Sanemi”.

Your mouth felt like the Sahara as you raised your hand, rapping your knuckles against the smooth surface of the door. You heard shuffling on the other side before hearing a muffled:

“Enter.”

Steeling yourself, you opened the door, seeing Sanemi-sensei sitting behind his desk. His shirt was open, as always, and his hair a little messier than usual. On his nose perched a thin, wire frame pair of glasses and he looked... tired.

“Can I help you?” He asked, staring you down as you entered the office further, closing the door behind you. The second it closed, your nerves flared up again.

You watched as Sanemi-sensei leaned back in his chair, scarred arms crossing as he impatiently waited for you to find your voice.

“Ah, yes. Sorry for bothering you professor, but I was having trouble with today's lecture. I wasn't sure when your open office hours were so I thought...” You trailed off, holding your notes tighter as Sanemi-sensei stared at you. He seemed to be thinking, suddenly pointing at the chair across from his desk.

“Sit down. I have two more assignments to grade. When I'm done, I'll get to you.”

Rude, but better than what you were fearing.

Silently, you grabbed the chair, pulling it out from under the desk as Sanemi-sensei went back to his work. You put your papers on the desk, folding your hands in your lap as a silence fell in the small room. Sanemi-sensei was pretty much ignoring you as he continued grading the assignments, mumbling under his breath something about 'stupid' and 'this is high school level, for fucks sake'. You tried not to smile, instead busying yourself with subtly looking around.

Sanemi-sensei's office was pretty bare, void of most decoration and personal belongings. There was a desk, a few filing cabinets, a computer and that was about it. The only thing that seemed to be his addition were two pictures on his desk. You could just about make out one of them.

In the picture, you saw a beautiful woman with long, black hair. She was surrounded by children all bearing some resemblance to her. Next to her stood a much younger and scar-less Sanemi, less than pleased to be part of what you assumed to be a family photo.

The sudden clearing of a throat tore you from your snooping, eyes locking with your teacher who seemed less than pleased.

“If you're done sticking your nose where it doesn't belong,” You felt your face flush with embarrassment. “what did you need help with?”

You cleared your throat in turn, grabbing your notes again and scooting a little closer to the desk. Sanemi watched you, some of the hostility leaving his body as you started talking.

“Well, I didn't quite understood this formula.” You started, pointing at the long, difficult formula Sanemi-sensei had explained in class. “I don't quite understand how-”

Sanemi took your notes from you, reading them over. You stayed quiet as you watched him, his basically translucent eyebrows furrowing.

To avoid feeling self conscious, you let your eyes wander, accidentally – or maybe subconsciously on purpose – letting them linger on your professor's chest. He was very in shape and you couldn't help but wonder where all of the scars on him came from. And just how much time he spent at the gym to develop a body like that.

“You wrote down the method of solving it wrong.”

Your notes were put down in front of you a little louder than he should have, pointing a finger at your writing. You blinked a few times, staring owlishly at your teacher.

“I did?”

Sanemi-sensei snorted, nodding.

“Yeah, you did. You're supposed to-” He interrupted himself, standing and rounding the desk. You felt heat creep up to your face as he stood next to you, one hand on the back rest of your chair as he leaned in.

“Right here.” He pointed a finger again. “We talked about-”

You listened, or at least tried to, as Sanemi-sensei explained your mistake.

His presence next to you was intimidating, to say the least. You could feel the warmth coming off of him accompanied by the scent of... red bean paste?

You'd be a liar if you denied that Sanemi-sensei was attractive. And at least on some level, he seemed to be aware of it. Sure he may be an asshole but he looked good in a dangerous sort of way and the fact he was your teacher made the idea even more alluring. Like wanting to eat some sort of forbidden fruit. And in all honesty you wanted him to eat-

“-and then you...” Sanemi trailed off, looking back at you through his glasses. You briefly looked up at him, a little dazed.

“Are you even paying attention?”

You flinched, basically caught in the act. Nodding your head perhaps a little too enthusiastically, you prayed your teacher would ignore the fact you basically just spaced out in the favor of daydreaming about him doing ungodly things to you.

“Yeah, I'm not buying it.” Sanemi-sensei said, standing up straight and crossing his arms again. Your mouth suddenly felt really dry again and you wrung your hands together. God, could you made yourself look even more guitly?

“Sorry, professor, I just... am a little tired.” You lied through your teeth. Sanemi scoffed, staring you down further and making you shrink back in your seat.

“Again, not buying it. Why are you here?”

You felt panic creep up on you, looking up at your teacher. Your mind – uncooperative as ever – painted the picture of him staring down at you in a very different scenario. With you on your knees in front of him, his cheeks tainted faint pink as you-

“I didn't understand the lesson.” you spoke, voice soft. You looked away from Sanemi, not having the nerve to keep looking at your teacher. “It's just been a long day and-”

You felt his hand on your shoulder, freezing as he gave it a gentle squeeze. You willed yourself to look up at him again, seeing him look at you with a certain calculated gaze. As if he was weighing his options or something. He rounded the desk again, sitting down and looking even more tired than before as he removed his glasses.

“Go home. Come back tomorrow when you can pay attention. I'm done with you wasting my time.”

The words made your stomach drop. You didn't want to leave, you still needed help. If only you could keep your mind out of the gutter you'd-

“No, I'll be fine! I jus-”

“It's not up for debate” Sanemi spoke, his voice carrying authority you didn't want to go against. But you did anyway.

“But sir-!”

You watched Sanemi-sensei's eyes widen a touch, his jaw tightening before he stood again and brought his palm down on the surface of his desk.

“Do not call me that,” he said, giving you a stern look that made a shiver run down your spine and settle between your thighs. “And if you're really so keen on staying here, tell me what the fuck you were thinking of. What was so much more important than your education, huh?”

You swallowed hard, regretting pushing back as much as you had. If the earth split open below your feet and swallowed you whole, you'd be grateful for it. Alas, no such thing happened and you were simply faced with Sanemi-sensei staring you down. You opened your mouth a few times, no sound leaving you. Your professor's temper didn't improve.

“C'mon! Out with it!”

“I was thinking about you!” You spat out, squeezing your eyes shut and digging your face in the palms of your hands, dreading the reaction to follow. But instead of laughter, mockery or a demand you leave, you were met with silence.

“About me?” Sanemi-sensei asked. “What about me?”

Oh fuck.

You swallowed hard, refusing to lower your hands.

“A-about you,” you started, shaking slightly. “About you doing... things... to me...”

Your voice was barely above a whisper as you finished the sentiment, wondering if it was humanly possible to die from embarrassment. If it was, you were sure that you'd meet your inevitable demise here in your professor's office.

Silence hung in the room for a moment before you hear your professor move. You peeked through your fingers, seeing him sitting on the desk in front of you. His thighs were spread, his feet finding purchase on the seat either side of you, caging you in. You lowered your hands as he rested his arms on his thighs and leaned in.

You were confused and couldn't quite decipher the expression on his face, watching at his eyes bore into you. He seemed to be considering something again, taking a moment before he spoke again.

“What things.”

This just kept getting worse, didn't it?

You took in a deep breath, holding Sanemi-sensei's gaze for a moment before willing yourself to speak.

“Sexual things, si- Professor.” you corrected yourself. You heard Sanemi hum, the wood of his desk protesting under his weight as he leaned back on his palms. A small part of your brain wondered if maybe he was showing off for you, but you were quick to dismiss that. He couldn't be, right? He shoudln't.

“I'm your professor.” He stated, cocking his head as he gave you a stern look. “You're my student. If something happened between us, It'd cost me my job.”

You cringed slightly.

“I know, it's why I- It's why-” You started, trying to justify your fantasizing about your teacher. “It's why it's all just-”

“Thoughts?” he completed. You nodded, feeling a little bit of your tension easing away as you looked up at your professor again who was still sitting on his desk, holding you hostage. “I'm not so sure about that.”

You gave him a confused look, your professor continuing his reasoning as his eyes bore into yours.

“You think you're subtle, huh? I've noticed you staring. And that skirt you wore the other day barely covered you. Did you hope to catch my attention? Because you did.”

Wait.

Wait wait wait.

What was happening. What on earth was happening.

You swallowed hard again, confusion apparently obvious on your face as Sanemi-sensei kept talking, one of his hands settling on a strong thigh. You watched said hand, how it rested on muscle that seemed a strain for the slacks he was wearing.

“What? Didn't expect me to notice? Well you're wrong. Now c'mon. I wanna know what's going on in your head that you couldn't focus.”

You hesitated, looking down at your hands in your lap as you found the courage to confess. You knew very well that you shouldn't, but the fact your professor seemed to be on board with everything made you perhaps bolder than you should be.

“I was daydreaming about... Being on my knees for you, professor.” You said, hearing him hum again.

“And making you... Feel good.”

You looked up, eyes widening as you saw that the hand on his thigh had migrated to his crotch. He was shamelessly groping himself in front of you. You could see the bulge of his arousal and your mouth started watering at the thought of seeing it uncovered.

“Did I tell you to stop talking?”

You shook your head, eyes still glued to the display in front of you as you kept talking.

“I was thinking about having your,” you paused for a moment. “cock in my mouth. To suck on it.”

Okay you could've phrased that a little better but Sanemi-sensei didn't seem to mind. His hand gripped his length through the fabric of his pants, squeezing for a moment.

“So you couldn't focus on school work because of his?” He spoke, voice a little lower and breathier. The sound of it made you squirm in your seat and wonder what other noises he'd make.

“Yes, professor.” You admitted, past the point of shame. “I think about it a lot.”

Sanemi-sensei chuckled, his hands moving to his belt, your heart skipping a beat as you watched your professor give in. This was happening. He was going to-

He stopped, making you look up at him in confusion. He gave you a stern look again, tongue darting out to wet his lips before he spoke.

“Whatever happens in this office, stays in this office, you understand? If I find out you've been blabbing to anyone, I'll make you fail my class. Understood?”

You nodded eagerly.

“I won't tell a soul, professor. I promise.”

He flinched slightly.

“Just call me Sanemi, please. This is already fucked up enough.”

Your heart started beating faster as you nodded again. Wetness grew between your thighs as it sank in that Sanemi was going to give you exactly what you'd been dreaming of. You couldn't believe that this was actually happening. You were convinced you got sucked into a fanfic or something. You had to be!

“Good. Now,” His hands started moving again, the clinking of his belt sounding so loud to you. You watched with baited breath as he undid his pants, popping the button and pulling the zipper down before leaning back on his hands again. “Go ahead.”

Your previous anxiety was all but forgotten as you reached for his pants. You carefully peeled the fabric of his plain, grey boxers down, gasping as you finally freed his erection from layers of constricting fabric.

He was a little bigger than average, the tip of it flushed a dark red with arousal. A vein ran along the side and before you could stop yourself, you ran your tongue over it. Your professor cursed above you, his thighs tensing as your tongue grazed the head of his pretty cock. You watched his face as you took him into your mouth, his eyes half lidded and his cheeks tinted the lightest dusting of pink.

He looked even better than in you daydreams.

You slowly took more of him into your mouth; eager to please him, when he started talking.

“Is this what you daydream about in class?” His voice was strained, as if he was holding himself back. “Sucking my cock instead of doing what you're supposed to. I wonder, do you fantasize about me fucking you too?”

You nodded, mouth still full of him.

“Good, because I do too.”

The confession made you moan around his dick, Sanemi cursing as he put a hand on the back of your head, making you bob your head at a faster pace.

“You've been driving me fucking mad. Those skirts you wear? Your staring? That pen you keep puttin' in your mouth? Fuck, I've been wanting to bend you over my desk for months now.”

You moaned again as the head of Sanemi's dick grazed the back of your throat. The grip he had on your hair tightened as he slowly made you take more of him. You fought your gag reflex as you heard your teacher groan loudly.

“Thassit.” He mumbled, speech a little slurred. “That's a good girl. Just like that.”

The praise made your heart soar. Your nose pressed against the white hair above his dick, your eyes watering slightly. You forced yourself to swallow, Sanemi cursing loudly above you. A few second later, he let go of you, you pulling off his dick and coughing into your hands. It was the first time you'd managed to take something like that and the reactions it had gotten made any discomfort more than worth it.

“Shit,” Sanemi cursed, wrapping a hand around himself and stroking himself slowly. His eyes were on you, carrying an intensity that almost made you moan. “take of your pants. Bend over my desk.”

He got of his desk, giving you room to complete his request. With trembling fingers, you unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them and your panties down in one go. You bent over at the waist, letting your upper body rest on the desk. Sanemi took place behind you, warm hands settling on your behind, the tips of his fingers digging into your skin a bit. You looked over your shoulder, seeing your professor stare down at your pussy as if transfixed.

“I need to taste you.”

Before the words sank in, Sanemi was on his knees, his mouth on you. You let out a gasp and a whimper, feeling his tongue lap at you like a man possessed. He circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, wrapping his lips around it and sucking harshly, making you arch your back. His hands groped your behind eagerly as he ate you out.

The noises reaching your ears were beyond obscene, the feeling of his tongue making your head spin. You still couldn't wrap your head fully around the fact that your mathematics professor was on his knees behind you but it felt too good to care. And you wanted more.

“Sanemi- 'nemi, please. Fuck me.” You breathed out as Sanemi dragged the flat of his tongue over your slit before sinking it inside of you. Your fingers dug into the desk as best they could, your legs shaking.

Sanemi drew back, rising to his feet again.

“You on something?” He asked, voice thick with lust. You nodded, thanking your lucky stars your parents insisted on you taking the pill when you went off to college. You never knew, after all.

“Good.”

You kept watching as Sanemi spat in his hand, jacking himself off for a moment before he lined himself up with your entrance. He was breathing heavily, his mouth and chin still shiny with your slick. It was the hottest thing you'd ever seen.

Painfully slow, he pushed into you. He stretched you out deliciously, making your toes curl the more he gave you. Your mouth dropped open in a soundless moan as he moved his hands to your hips, thrusting the last few inches into you with a sharp snap of his hips.

“Fuck you're tight.” He breathed, reveling in the feeling of you around him for a moment before he started to thrust. The pace he set was slow but hard and made your head spin.

“You have no fuckin' idea how often I've thought about this.” Sanemi spoke, gritting his teeth. “How often I've jacked off to the thought of you bent over my desk exactly like this.”

You whimpered, moving your hips to meet Sanemi's thrusts, making the man groan. He sped up, his talking continuing much to your happiness.

“How often I – fuck – have thought about just... Keepin' you back after class to fuck you on the lectern. Right there were everyone is gonna look the next day. And you knowin' that's where I finally had my-” you yelped as his arms wrapped around you, forcing you up as he dragged you down into the chair with him. You sat on his lap, his cock impossibly deeper in you now. “way with you.”

Sanemi ground his cock into you, hands shamelessly crawling under your shirt, cupping your breasts and roughly squeezing them.

“Just as soft as I thought they'd be.” He muttered, more to himself than to you. You bit your bottom lip, rolling your hips as you tried to fuck yourself on your teachers cock. He seemed to appreciate that, thrusting up in you as best he could.

“Good girl. That's a real good girl.” He half moaned as he dug his face in your neck, teeth grazing over the sensitive skin there. “My good girl.”

You let out a pornographic moan, your climax nearing far too fast. You reached a hand down, rubbing your clit to chase that feeling none the less. You felt Sanemi move his head, hooking his chin over your shoulder so he could watch.

“You gonna cum?” He asked, breathlessly. His thrusts got faster, his grip on your breasts almost bruising. You nodded. “C'mon. Cum for me. Cum like a good girl. Cum for Sir.”

His words were enough to send you over the edge, moaning as you threw your head back against his shoulder. Your walls pulsing around Sanemi's dick seemed to be enough to make him cum as well, twitching as he spilled himself inside of you.

The both of you were breathing hard as you came down from your high, your professor pressing a lazy kiss against your cheek, babbling barely coherent praises to you. It was also him who finally broke the spell, ushering you surprisingly gentle to stand. Wordlessly, he pulled up your panties and pants, giving your ass a playful spank before he started dressing himself as well. You flushed red as you slowly felt your teachers cum leak out of you onto the fabric of your underwear, a little reminder of what had just happened.

When the both of you were fully dressed and presentable again, Sanemi turned to you, silently handing you your notes back.

“Thanks, professor.” You said, giving him a sheepish smile before taking them. He 'hm'd in reply. You hesitated a moment, not wanting to leave yet but the clock on the wall made it pretty obvious it was getting late. “Thank you for seeing me.”

“Don't worry about it.” Sanemi said, watching you turn to leave. In a move that surprised you both, he reached out and grabbed your arm, stopping you. He drew you in, pressing his lips hard to yours. You let out a surprised noise, it taking you a moment to kiss him back. When you parted, he grinned at you.

“I have some free time this friday, to help you.” He said, you knowing full well what he was implying. “Does four o' clock work for you?”

You nodded, unable to stop the smile spreading on your face. Sanemi smiled back in turn, pressing another bruising kiss on your lips.

“Good. Don't be late.”

“I won't be, Sir.”

#sanemi shinazugawa x reader #sanemi x reader #kny x reader #demonslayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #teacher/student #not sfw #morii's fics

[biggest-stupidhead]

Can I ask for an request where Levi is a soldier who is pointed to protect a royal person. Then he fell in love with her active attitude, smart brain and support to the scout

AN: This took me so long. I deleted it like three times on accident so this is as good as its going to get 😂. do let me know though if I misspelled anything I didn't skim over it sooooo YOLO.

Summary: Levi is asked to attend the summer gala with !princess reader.

Word Count: 2.8 K

Warnings: mentions of Levi's scarring, some cussing? I think? that's about it

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Levi's hand trembled as he ran the fine toothed comb through his damp hair. He scowled back at his own reflection, eyes avoiding the pink scars that marred his skin. It had been nearly a year since he had been discharged from the military due to his injuries. At first he had struggled to find a routine, having been in the military for more than half of his life, it was a huge loss.

His hand jerked unexpectedly and the comb pulled through a knot in his hair painfully. He clicked his tongue and dropped the comb, gripping the edges of the sink to steady himself.

How pathetic.

There was a time when he could complete these tasks with no problem. But now his body seemed to be failing him, if he stood for too long his joints protested, he struggled to hold a pen due to his lack of fingers. He also wore an eyepatch to cover his milky right eye and some of the scars that covered the right side of his face.

Normally Hange would help him get ready, they were the only person he could stomach seeing him this way. But Hange was busy, they had meetings all morning. So Levi was left on his own, and he managed as well as he could. Although it took him double the amount of time it usually took, he still did it.

He grabbed his cane on his way out of his humble apartment, the carriage was waiting for him outside. In the carriage was the last person he wished to see, Zeke Jaeger. His glasses glinted in the sunlight as the coachman held the door for Levi who sat as far away from the war chief as possible.

Zeke blew out a puff of smoke, which swirled around in the small space. Levi's lip curled into a sneer, and Zeke smirked pleased to rouse a reaction from the retired Captain.

"Big day today eh Levi?" He spoke around his cigarette and Levi rolled his eyes.

"I suppose." He agreed, eyes never leaving the man.

That was about the only words exchanged between the two, the ride was thankfully short. The carriage arrived to the castle just after noon, the coachmen opened the door for Levi and Zeke. The sunlight was bright and made Levi squint, it didn't help that the castle seemed to glow as the sun bounced off of it.

"This way old friend." Zeke instructed and Levi followed begrudgingly, Zeke led Levi through the halls and into a large ball room. The castle staff was scurrying about, carrying massive bouquets of flowers and other decorations in preparation for the summer gala. Levi had attended this very event many times over his career, but he had not intended on joining in this year. Zeke paused a few feet away from Erwin, who was standing before a young woman Levi had met a handful of times. You had aged in the past two years that he hadn't seen you, although you weren't any taller, he could see the age on your face. Much as he assumed you could see in his, you also carried yourself more confidently, shoulders back, chin up.

Erwin paused and turned to greet the two men, who both saluted him and you.

"Captain, how nice to see you." You hummed, a pleased glint in your eyes as you curtsied, much to his surprise.

"You as well Zeke." You seemed less excited to see the war chief.

"Princess, you look lovely." Zeke closed the distance between the two of you, taking your hand a bit too eagerly and bringing it to his lips. You smiled a bit tersely, but allowed it.

"Ah, and you look...as hairy as the last time we met." Your jab threw Levi off, but Erwin seemed to have expected the exchange. Zeke laughed heartily and pulled back.

"Such a sharp tongue on you princess." He chuckled and you shrugged, a smug grin on those lips of yours.

"You make it easy."

"Princess, you are aware that Levi is to accompany you to this year's gala yes?" Erwin steered the conversation in a more relevant direction and you nodded.

"Mhm, and I'm very excited to be escorted by Eldia's most eligible bachelor." Levi wasn't sure if you meant it sincerely, or if it was his turn to face the wrath of your sharp words.

"I'm sure you are." Erwin chuckled, his hand falling on the back of your tricep. You gathered your skirts and took a few steps closer to Levi.

"The last time we met, you weren't keen on dancing, I do hope that's changed." You smirked at him and Levi barely fought the flush off of his cheeks as you pushed past him.

"We can go in the drawing room and discuss logistics, the gala is a mere week away after all-" Levi tuned out whatever it was Erwin was babbling about, too focused on watching you saunter out of the room.

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Levi spent the next week trailing behind Erwin, attending meetings and luncheons with other high ranking military members. It was boring, but nothing that he hadn't done before. The day of the gala, Hange arrived with the remaining of the 104th cadet corps. Levi felt great relief at seeing the familiar faces, Hange had eagerly came to hug him, and he pretended to hate it. Mikasa even came and gave him the briefest of embraces, Connie had been the most excited, throwing his arms around his former captain and squeezing him tightly. Armin had grinned sheepishly, and offered a small wave. Jean just nodded respectively in Levi's direction. Gabby and Falco had tagged along as well, wearing their best uniforms, decorated with their medals.

"I can't believe we get to come to the summer gala!" Connie gushed, his hazel eyes wide as he soaked in the castle in all of its glory.

"We won a war." Jean huffed, eyes sharp, hand fidgeting with his medal on his lapel.

"We lost more than we won." Mikasa murmured, her own shaky hands reaching for a scarf that was no longer wrapped around her neck. The cheery mood quickly dissipated at Mikasa's statement, Hange cleared their throat and clapped their hands in an attempt to drag everyone from their thoughts.

"Let's go meet Erwin then." They said, and Levi nodded.

"Let's." The group walked through the halls, Hange in the lead and Levi at their side, it felt like old times. The kids, well they weren't really kids anymore, were beginning to return to their annoying selves.

"-will we be able to eat the food?" Gabby asked, and Levi nearly flinched, the statement reminded him all too much of Sasha. Connie seemed less phased, he sighed and brought his arms behind his neck as they walked.

"I sure hope so."

"We're here on business." Mikasa reminded them and Jean hummed in agreement.

"We're here as representatives." Armin added, and Hange chuckled.

"Use this as an opportunity children." Hange cooed, pausing in front of the doors to the drawing room.

"Have some fun, get drunk, you've earned it." Hange then pushed the doors open, revealing the cozy drawing room, Erwin sat with his legs crossed in one of the arm chairs, a book in his lap. He closed the book and stood, his sleeve hanging limply where his arm once was.

"Cadets, erm or should I say captains." Erwin chuckled awkwardly as the kids all jumped to salute him, fists clenched over their hearts.

"Commander." They all greeted in unison.

"Sit, we have much to discuss."

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The discussion was rather tame, a short bit of it had been relevant. Where the kids were to stand, what they were to say and how they were expected to act. The rest of the afternoon had been spent catching up and enjoying each other's company. Just a few hours before the guests were to arrive, Erwin sent the group off to find their spots.

Levi found himself waiting outside of your room, his watch gripped tightly in his fist, watching the minutes tick by. You emerged about fifteen minutes after him arriving, your dress was a deep emerald green, elegantly hugging your frame in all of the right places. You smoothed the silk gown skirts and smiled at him, the red lipstick on your lips making your teeth seem extra white.

"You look ravishing Captain." You complimented, accepting his arm before walking slowly down the hall, careful to keep his pace.

"...as do you." He choked out, a blush tickling his ears.

"Did you get all done up for me?" You pressed, hand tightening around his bicep.

"No." He answered, although he was partially lying, the truth was all he could think about as he dressed, was you. How would you be dressed? Was he to match you? Or was he expected to wear his usual military dress? He had opted for the latter, and it seemed to work well, the inky black dress coat and the gold medals that decorated his lapels seemed to compliment the emerald in your dress.

"Well, I sure hope that you will at least dance with me." You pouted, shooting him a hopeful look.

"Tch." He clicked his tongue, truthfully it was all that he could mange, he was nervous enough about joining you this evening. But you asking him to dance? He had never danced in his life, and with his legs in the state they were in now?

The two of you stopped, overlooking the ball room which was already filled with guests, milling about with flutes of champagne. You snuck a glance at Levi, who was looking down at the crowd with a bored glaze over his eyes.

"Ready?" You asked, squeezing his bicep once and he nodded, chin held high as the two of you slowly made your way down the staircase. Levi's eyes scanned the crowd, searching for familiar faces, which he found in their designated spots. He knew that the king had asked him to accompany his daughter largely as a political move, not for protection as he had in the past. But old habits die hard, he double checked exits and kept an eye out for shady people, it was easier than looking at you after all. Not because you were ugly, rather the opposite, you were stunning and that intimidated him.

After at least forty five minutes of socializing, the dancing began and you tugged impatiently on his arm, which you had yet to let go of.

"Please Levi, just this once." You whispered so only he could hear, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end at your closeness.

"Princess." He said sternly, although his voice did shake a tad, and you grinned, knowing that you had nearly convinced him.

"Captain." You countered, taking a step towards the dance floor.

"Just one." he said after a moment's hesitation before falling back in step with you.

"Just one." You affirmed with a wicked grin as you led him into the mass of bodies.

Levi felt his pulse race, his anxiety was roaring he had absolutely no clue how to dance, especially with his legs in the state that they were. You seemed to sense this, carefully taking his hand and resting it on your hip as you stepped ever so closely to him. Your chest was pressed against his, and he was sure that you could feel the pounding of his heart as it threatened to escape his ribcage.

"You just follow my lead." You whispered as he brought his other hand to rest naturally in the palm of yours. He nodded, eyes wandering down to glance at his feet, which were partially concealed by your skirts.

"It goes something like this, step-" You took a step towards him and he took one back.

"Then to the left," You instructed softly and he obliged, the two of you moving slightly out of sync.

"Then forwards again." You nodded as he stepped forwards and you stepped back, skirt swaying.

"Then to the right," You chuckled as his brows remained fixed in a tight knot as he tried to focus.

"Then we do it again." You seemed satisfied, and he nodded it was simple enough, although he could already feel the strain of the activity in his joints.

"Easy." He huffed, taking the lead and you giggled and fell into step with him.

"Tell me Levi, when you went across the ocean and fought those men, who were you fighting for?" The question caught him off guard and he nearly forgot the next step.

"That's an odd question." Levi shot you a mean look and you shrugged.

"I want to know what pushed Humanities strongest to be so strong." You answered, unfazed by his sour look.

"I fight for the people." He replied curtly and you sighed.

"That's a boring answer, I want to know what really drives you." You pressed and Levi frowned.

"Its the truth."

"Then tell me a lie." You raised a brow, challenging him and he screwed his nose up in distaste.

"Why would you want me to lie to you?" He asked out of genuine curiosity, no one had ever given him such a request.

"To spice some things up I guess." You hummed nonchalantly and squeezed your hand that held his.

"Then I would tell you I fought that war for you." He regretted the words, but you seemed to be pleased by them.

"Aw so you did think of me while we were apart." You cooed and Levi nearly broke away from you, but he only gripped your hand harder.

"You were the last thing on my mind." he huffed and you let out a throaty laugh. A lie, he thought of you often.

"You really are funny." You let your head fall affectionately into the crook of his neck and he swallowed thickly, as your scent washed over him.

"I didn't mean to be."

"I know, that's what makes it funny." Your breath tickled his neck as you spoke, you seemed to be in no hurry to pull away.

"Hmph." He hummed stupidly, unable to form words with you so close.

The song ended and you lifted your head, one of those wide grins sprawled across your lips.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" You whispered cheekily and he scoffed as the two of you exited the dance floor. You both found a seat at one of the tables set on the outskirts of the room, taking a break to drink and enjoy each others company.

Levi rubbed his knee under the table, the dance had truly taken a toll on him and he barely suppressed a groan. You noticed, shooting him a concerned look.

"Does it bother you often?" You asked, dragging your chair closer to his. He rolled his eye and pulled his hand slowly away from his leg.

"No."

"You're lying, just tell me the truth."

"I thought you wanted me to lie to you." He snapped back and you scoffed.

"Not about this." You reasoned and he sighed deeply.

"Yes, it hurts like a bitch." He turned to face you, his knee knocking yours and you frowned.

"You should've told me, I wouldn't have made you dance."

"I-" He paused, catching himself before the words left his mouth. But after one look at your open and concerned face he couldn't not say what he had been wanting to say.

"I wanted to." He admitted and your eyes widened a fraction.

"You...really wanted to?" Your words were raw and clearly Levi had caught you, the witty young princess off guard.

"I did."

"Would you do it again?"

"Yes."

"Hm." A smug look crossed your face and Levi scowled at you, not liking the way you seemed to be plotting something unbeknownst to him.

"What?" He snapped and you let out a short burst of laughter.

"I knew that you weren't lying when you said that you thought about me." You teased and he growled lowly under his breath.

"Maybe that was your last dance with me."

"Easy now, let's not be hasty, we have the whole night after all darling." You patted his shoulder, standing slowly and walking around the back of his chair to squeeze his shoulders before slipping off into the crowd.

He hoped that you meant it, that you would come back even if he could not dance with you again. He hoped that you had thought of him too, that his fighting had all been worth it. To spend the rest of his life by your side, even if he was just your guard or even a political ploy. He would do it for you, and he would do so happily.

#levi heichou #levi snk #levi attack on titan #levi x reader insert #levi x reader #levi x mc #levi x y/n #levi x fem!reader #levi x princess reader #royal au #fantasy au #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi supremacy #aot blog #aot fanfiction #erwin smith #commander hanji #jean kirstein #aot connie #mikasa ackerman #sasha braus #armin arlert #aot levi #aot fandom #mutual pining #levi x reader fluff #aot fluff

[wildernessuntothemselves]

I'm Yours, You're Mine | 5

Word Count: 4.1k

Genre: Smut, angst

Warnings: Cheating, yandere!felix, sub!felix, mention of blackmail, public sex, pussy eating, guided masturbation?, fingering, hella jealousy, assault mention, jisung inclusion lmao

A/N: link to the gorgeous dress the OC wears made a super lovely anon thank you babe

GIF CREDIT

“What is taking you so long?” You grunt, walking into the kitchen to find the freckled boy pulling a tray out of the oven. At the sound of your voice, he springs up and flashes you a brilliant smile that explains just why he’s nicknamed the sunshine boy. You smile bitterly at the reminder. Oh, how you used to believe that.

“I just finished the brownies for the picnic, noona.” He chirps happily, looking so angelic, like a bad thought never crossed his mind ever.

Felix wants to take you on a romantic picnic date beside the river. He volunteered to do everything, making you both the food and drinks you’ll need so all you’ll have to do is sit there and enjoy the pleasant early summer weather.

Taking a deep breath, you steal yourself, preparing for the transformation you’ve come to expect from him. “Oh, we’re not going on a picnic. I changed my mind. I wanna go to the mall instead.”

You know the commercial, impersonal place would upset the sentimental boy, and that’s why you do it. The sharp fall of his smile makes your heart stop for a second and your body stiffen, preparing for an attack.

“What?” He asks gruffly.

“I need new summer clothes.” You try to appear nonchalantly.

“Can’t you do that any other time?”

“I want to do it today.” You shrug, stopping yourself from flinching as you see his jaw clench. “You promised you’d take care of me. You promised you’d do what I want.” You remind him of the promises he made after attacking you last time. The promises he made to make you give him another chance. You didn’t believe in any of his promises, and you were provoking him on purpose to prove that he can’t himself in check so you’d have a reason to call this whole thing off.

And it seems he’s getting there. “But we agreed on this date. I prepared a lot for this. I made you fucking brownies.”

“You promised you wouldn’t hurt me.” You accuse, and he flinches, his body immediately deflating as the anger rushes out of him. “No, I won’t. It’s okay. We can go wherever you want, noona. You just took me by surprise, that’s all.”

You didn’t expect this reaction from him. You thought he’d lash out again. Maybe it really was a mistake like he said, and you should give him another chance. You’re lost in contemplation when his soft, low voice breaks through to you.

“Would you at least try the brownies?” He pleads, his pretty eyes sparkling, making you believe that the universe truly is a cruel, uncaring place if the stars would agree to light up the eyes of someone like him. Still, you can’t resist the constellations reflected in his eyes and onto his cheeks, finding yourself compelled to lean down and press a kiss to his pouty lips.

You suck in a sharp breath at the exploding light that brightens his face at such a small action, like a supernova, blazing your cold heart.

“Okay.” You breathe, and he, giddy with excitement, cuts off a piece for you. You reach out for it but he swings his hand out of the way, wanting to feed it to you himself. You open your mouth and accept the food, biting a piece of it off and chewing it.

Felix watches you with bated breath, as if your opinion would win him a national baking competition. You’re scared by how much you’re enjoying his attention, and it scares you. It’s too easy to get addicted to him.

“How do you like it, noona?”

“It’s sublime.” You smile, the divine taste of the dessert and his angelic features could fool you into thinking you’re in heaven. How can one person give you such radically conflicting feelings? You feel like you’re teetering on the edge of a cliff, not knowing if at the end of fall you’ll be greeted by the refreshing ocean water or the jagged, deadly rocks.

Felix’s smile gets impossibly wider as he giggles. “I knew you’d like it, baby.” He leans in to give you a peck that’s sweeter than the food you just had.

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You can’t find anything you like. Nothing at all.

Frustrated, you turn to Felix who had been following you obediently like a little puppy through the countless stores.

“I don’t know. Do you see anything good?” You huff, and he seems surprised by your question, not having expected you to actually take his opinion, albeit how last choice it is. You feel bad. He not only didn’t complain like he promised, even though you cancelled the picnic he wanted, but he actually hyped you up and showered you with compliments every time you’d try on something new.

“What do you like your girl to wear?” You tease him, knowing your words will bring a pretty blush to his face.

“I--I like dresses.” He replies sheepishly.

“Yeah? Like what? Show me.”

It’s your turn to follow him around as he bashfully picks out a few dresses for you. You notice they're all so girly and pretty with bows and frills and lace. Seems like he has a type.

“Do you want me to try them on, baby?” You ask when he hands them to you.

“Please.” He breathes, impatient to see them on you and you think it's adorable how excited he is. You don’t wear dresses, and you know you won’t wear these, but you try them on just for him, not expecting how much his reaction will affect you.

"Wow." He sucks in a breath, his widened eyes taking in every inch of you. Smirking, you ask, "You like it that much?"

He nods vigorously, looking at you with adoration and want you’ve never had directed at you before. It takes your breath away, how genuine it looks, compelling you to do everything in your power to earn it.

The dress is made of a pretty pink Chiffon material, with a pink bow circling under the chest and a sweetheart neckline that exposes your collarbones and dips down to show quite a bit of cleavage, serving to emphasize your breasts that Felix can’t take his eyes off of. The contrast between the light and princessy look of the flowy skirt, and the seductive neckline hints at a certain corruption of innocence begging to be undertaken.

But just as you prepare to be engulfed in the sparkly blue-green of the ocean water, you find yourself crumpling over the rocks as Felix pulls out his phone to take a picture of you.

“You and your pictures.” You comment bitterly, happiness gone. “Gonna blackmail me over this too?”

He gasps, and the hand holding his phone immediately drops down, as if he couldn’t believe you’d say that.

“What, did you forget that you forced me into this?” You mock, “I bet you’re loving this. Making me do this. Dressing me up like I’m your doll? I bet your little dick is hard right now.”

He shakes his head, and you’re not sure if he’s trying to deny your words or just defend his actions. Pulling him close by his jeans, you press your thigh between his legs and laugh when it’s met by his hard-on. “See? I know everything that goes on in your sick brain.”

“Just wanna be good for you.” He whimpers, but even as he says that, his eyes fall to your breasts and his hand reaches out to run over the neckline of the dress you have on.

“Of course you do.” You snarl, and he cowers under your harsh tone. But like a kid at a candy store, he can’t stop his hand from straying, his fingers trailing down to circle around your nipples pushing through the soft material of the dress.

Grabbing his wrist, you bring his hand to your mouth and take his middle finger into your mouth, sucking on it lightly, grinning as his knees buckling and a small whimper leaves his lips. He tries to push you back into the fitting room but you don’t budge, taking his finger out of your mouth and humming. "I suddenly want something to suck on. Why don't you buy me a popsicle baby? I'm feeling hot."

He gulps harshly, "Yes, noona."

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Felix buys all the dresses for you and you keep wearing the pink one, wanting to make him suffer more through the trip.

You strut to the ice cream store, feeling unstoppable in your flowy dress with your lovestruck lover in toe, hand on your waist and eyes glaring at everyone, trying to fend off anyone who would try to approach you.

Felix sits you down in a booth at the far end of the store, hiding you from view as he goes to get what you want. You sigh, playing the skirt of your new dress, lost in thought about Felix and how you feel about him. He’s sweet, addictively so, but he’s volatile and that scares you. Would you pick him over Chan? What if he just wants you because Chan has you? Maybe this is some kind of sick competition for him. Or maybe it’s the contrast with Chan that makes you like him at all. Maybe you’re just upset with Chan.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a loud, cheery voice. “Noona, how are you?”

Coming out your daze, you blink, taking in the new figure. “Oh, hey, Jisung.”

“What are you doing here?” He asks giddily, eyes raking over your body, stopping over your breasts the same way Felix did, and lingers on them too long. You clear your throat, smirking as his eyes snap back up to your face as he flushes.

You’re quite aware of the crush he has on you. So better get rid of him before Felix comes and throws a tantrum. Unless…

This could be your chance to get back at Felix for what he did to you and for forcing you to go on this date. He can threaten to tell Chan on you but what is he gonna do to Jisung? Nothing.

“I’m just hanging with a friend.” You smile broadly, “Why don’t you join us?”

“Wouldn’t your friend mind?” He asks, already moving to sit down. You grin wickedly, “No, he’ll love it."

“Okay.” He sits down opposite you, unsuspecting of the storm about to come over. Right on time, Felix comes back with your popsicle.

“Oh, hey Lixie! This is Jisung. We work together.” You pull him down, ignoring the sour look on his face.

“Hey!” Jisung pipes up with a friendly wave that Felix doesn’t return. Felix pins the other boy down with a glare that makes Jisung shrink back.

“He’s just a little shy.” You reach over the table and place your hand over his to comfort him, a gesture that only makes Felix angrier and he in turn grabs your thigh under the table and squeezes it in warning. Turning to him, you pluck the popsicle out of his hand and take a big lick. “Hmm, this is tasty.”

You take the part of the popsicle into your mouth, giving Felix a wink before you turn to the other boy. “So, how have you been, Sungie?”

“Um… good.” He fidgets as you swirl your tongue around the popsicle in an obviously suggestive way.

“How's your girlfriend?” You ask, knowing full well that they broke up. His eyes follow your tongue for a second before he clears his throat and answers. “We’re not together anymore.”

“Oh, no!” You pout, lips cherry colored and glistening with melted ice cream. “That must be very hard for you, baby.”

You feel Felix’s hand clench around your thigh, but you don’t spare him a glance as you continue, “How have you been handling that?”

You place the popsicle back in your mouth, sucking on it enticingly as you eye Jisung up and down and wait for him to answer, but the poor boy can barely string his words together. “It’s--I’m...o-okay.”

Pulling the popsicle out of your mouth with a wet slurp, you smile while licking the tip of the treat. “I’m so glad. Hmm, this is so good.” You moan out, and extend the popsicle towards him. “Wanna try it?”

Jisung chokes on his own spit, and you can tell that a handprint will remain on your upper thigh from how hard Felix’s fingers were digging into your skin.

"No that's okay, noona." Jisung fidgets, and you know he’s rubbing his thighs together under the table. You ignore his refusal, pushing the popsicle towards his mouth. "Come on baby, open up for me."

He obediently opens his mouth despite his refusal, but before he can close his lips around the ice cream, you pull it away with a laugh. "Why don't you stick out your tongue for me?"

He sucks in a sharp breath and his eyes snap to Felix. You can only see the other boy from the corner of your eye, but the rage rolling off of him in waves more than explains the terrified look on your coworker's face. No, that wouldn't do.

Leaning over the table, your ass in Felix’s face barely covered by the short dress, you curl a finger under Jisung’s chin and turn his attention towards you. "Don't look at him baby. Keep your eyes on me."

He nods weakly and you smile, moving to sit back down when Felix grabs your hips and pulls you down onto his lap, a small gasp escaping from your lips as you feel his hard-on against your thin underwear.

Your grin grows bigger, and you grind down on Felix’s dick as you tell Jisung, "Now show me your tongue, baby."

The sight of Jisung’s glazed eyes and pretty tongue out like a cute puppy makes you moan a little, something only Felix can hear. You feel his hand move from your hip to your pussy, fingers rubbing over you now soaked panties. With a shuddering breath, you move the popsicle over Jisung’s tongue, delighted by how he doesn’t pull it back into his mouth until you tell him to.

"Such a good boy." You coo, and you feel Felix’s fingers slip under your panties to rub harshly at your bare pussy. Shuddering, you open your legs wider for him. "He's such a good boy, isn't he, Felix? I bet he'd never act out or disobey me."

Felix grabs your clit between his thumb and index finger and pinches lightly, making you jump in his lap and bounce on his cock, the two of you groaning out in pleasure and making poor Jisung whimper as he clutches hard onto the table to keep from touching himself.

Opening your legs wide, you order Felix, "Put your fingers in me. Wanna show you what you're not getting by being a brat."

His hand leaves the tight circles he’s drawing over you clit and dip down to your hole, plunging a finger right in. “Oh, fuck.” You shudder at the delicious intrusion and the thrust of Felix’s dick against your pussy, the both of you clearly wishing that was his dick instead of his finger.

“Feels good, baby?” You whisper back to Felix and he nods sharply, finger pushing in and out of you incessantly as if you’ll tell him to stop at any moment. "Yeah? Tell Jisung how it feels."

Felix growls against your skin, sinking his teeth into your shoulder angrily, not wanting to think about the other guy with you right now. But you don’t back down. "Tell him or I'll have him find out himself."

He stuffs another finger inside you, and obeys, voice grave and hostile. “Noona’s pussy is tight around my fingers. So soft and wet for me. Only me.”

You laugh breathlessly, bucking your hips against Felix’s hand so that your clit can rub against his palm. Poor Jisung’s hands were white from how tightly he was gripping onto the table, and you’re worried he would either break it or hurt himself.

“You getting turned on watching us, baby?” You drawl, getting his attention. “It’s okay. You can touch yourself.”

As if he was waiting for your permission, Jisung instantly sticks his hand between his legs, and humps against it to relieve some of the pressure.

“Good boy.” You murmur, and Felix abuses the spot he bit in your shoulder again, deeping the mark forming there and making his feelings clear about you praising another guy while he’s fingering you. "Did you fantasize about my pussy, baby?"

“Yes.” Both of them answer, and you laugh.

"Hmm, seems like you've got competition, kitty. Maybe I chose the wrong boy to play with."

Felix stops abruptly, pulling his fingers out of you and pushing you onto the seat next to him. Your heart beats rapidly against your chest, thinking that he’s about to make a scene. Instead, he slips under the table and pulls on your hips so your ass is at the edge of the seat. Yanking your panties off, he spreads your legs wide.

"Gonna prove to you that I'm the one for you." He buries his face in your pussy, angrily licking every little inch of it and sucking harshly on your clit.

“Oh, fuck---Felix!” You moan, grabbing onto his hair as he devours your pussy. “Good boy. This is exactly where you belong.”

From the barely open slit of your eyes you see Jisung frustrated and on the verge of crying as he’s not getting as much stimulation as he needs.

"Pull your pretty cock out for me baby.” You drawl, trying to entice him so he’d forget about being in a public place and give in to you. “Don't be scared. Noona wants you to be dirty."

He discards his fears, pulling his dick out and yanking on it fast.

“Good boy. Such a good boy.” You effuse, and under the table, Felix pulls back to slap your pussy in punishment, furious that you’re still giving Jisung attention even though he’s on his knees under the table eating your pussy out.

“Brat.” You hiss, tugging on his hair and pushing his head back between your legs, grinding your pussy against his face.

"Wanna cum, please." Jisung begs, and you tear your eyes away from Felix’s shiny and livid ones to look over at him. He doesn’t look pretty or angelic as Felix looks even under the cramped table and surrounded by the pink Chiffon as he ignores his need to breathe in favor of pleasing you. Instead, Jisung he looks sweaty and fucked dumb, his eyes barely focused and his jaw hanging open.

"Wait for noona." You gruffly answer, squeaking in surprise as you feel Felix’s tongue push inside your pussy, a growly moan ripping out of him as he feels your tight walls around his tongue.

"You are doing such a good job, kitten.” You purr down to your lover, fucking his pretty face.

“No, I can’t, n-noona… please.” He cries, and you glare at him. “I said wait.”

“Can’t….ahh...noona, I’m sorry….fuck, fuck!” He squeaks, body convulsing as little ropes of white stain his shirt.

Seeing the mess he makes, you’re tipped over the edge yourself, cumming on Felix’s tongue and closing your thighs around his head, trapping him there. Obediently, he stays still as your hips buck a few more times against his face before your body relaxes and your legs fall open.

Felix gives your pussy a couple of soothing licks before he pulls your dress down and emerges from under the table, his face glistening with your cum. Yet somehow, he still looks as delicate and beautiful as ever as leans into your hand cupping his cheek.

“Good boy.” You murmur, your other hand reaching out to palm his crotch when a wet spot surprises you. You raise an eyebrow "oh?"

"I'm sorry. I know you didn’t say I could cum. I just wanted this for so long. Wanted to make you feel as good as you make me feel." He sobs, thinking you'll laugh at him. But you find it so incredibly sexy and flattering. You never thought you'd meet a guy who enjoyed pleasing you that much.

"You did good, baby." You beam, patting his cheek. ”Sitting there while I flirt with another boy? Maybe next I just make you watch while I fuck him. How does that sound? I bet it will make your little cock so hard, you little pervert."

He shakes his head violently, getting upset. "No, please don't. It would kill me. I love you so much." He breaks down and starts babbling about how he never wanted it to be this way. How sorry he is, begging you to not do this again.

"Hush, my dumb kitty." You press your finger against his lips to stop him from talking. “It’s okay. How about we go home and get cleaned up then have some coffee and brownies?"

He nods gratefully, and you’re about to get up when you hear someone cough. You look in front of you and remember that you had a guest.

“Oh, Jisung. Let’s talk tomorrow, okay?” You say, pulling Felix up and ignoring Jisung’s protests, and walking to the door.

However, Jisung isn’t the only one with something to say. As you’re about to leave the shop, an employee intercepts you. You can immediately tell what he’s going to say from the severe look on his face.

“Please, don’t try to come back to our shop or we’ll have to call the police.”

You nod, cheeks burning in humiliation as you run out and drag a smiling Felix behind you to the car.

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When you head off to work a few days later, you wonder what you’re going to say to Jisung. You had set off to work with a promise to Felix that you’re not gonna pursue anything with the brunette, but he weirdly didn’t seem particularly concerned about the matter, despite how upset he was that day.

Yes, you’d been extra nice to him these past few days, acting much more receptive to his affectionate ways and responding in kind, but you still didn’t expect that much change.

Your brain is buzzing with all the possibilities about how Jisung will react and your lover’s one-hundred-eighty flip in attitude as you step into your office, but then you realize that Jisung isn’t there at all. Asking around, you find out that he’s at the hospital. Apparently he’d injured himself while playing with a knife. You roll your eyes. That boy is a danger to himself.

Still, you decide to go check up on him at the hospital.

You expect him to act awkward around you, to blush and stutter and look away. What you don’t expect is the sheer horror on his face upon seeing you.

“Wow, did I scar you that bad?” Is the first thing you say to him once you’re inside his hospital room.

“Why are you here?” He asks shakily, staring behind you as if he’s expecting someone to pop out from there.

You frown, “I realize I may have crossed the line yesterday but I just wanted to make sure you’re alright."

“I’m fine. Now please leave.”

“Thanks, I’m so reassured right now.” You roll your eyes, moving closer to him. ”How did this even happen? How does one stab their own leg?”

But as you reach out to touch his shoulder, he screams. "Don't touch me! You can't touch me!"

"What's going on? You're freaking me out." You jump back, and once again, he looks behind you. "Does he know you're here?"

"Who?"

"Your boyfriend."

"Chan?” You ask, confused. What does Chan have to do with this? “He doesn't even know you."

"No, Felix. The one that was with you yesterday."

"Felix? He's not my---" Your face suddenly falls as a horrible thought crosses your mind. No. It can’t be. "Did he do this to you?"

Jisung pales and shakes his head violently "No. I told you it was an accident. Now please leave."

He seems to be on the verge of breakdown, and maybe you should try to calm him down, but your mind is in an upheaval right now, and all you could think of is running to Felix to prove to yourself that you’re just being crazy. He would never do something like this, would he? It can’t be. It’s simply outrageous. But then again his weird change in behavior, his volatile attitude that always keeps you on edge… No, that’s crazy talk.

Numbly you go out of the room and make your way to your car to head back home. You’ll talk to Felix and he’ll tell you how stupid you’re being, and it’s all gonna be alright.

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A/N: this chapter was written so quickly because of all the lovely feedback you guys gave me so yeah feedback feeds me

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I Said No (Wanda x R): Pt 4

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3

Summary: You try to be friends with Wanda. Frankly, you could try a little harder. (Ice cream date, but it’s not really a date, but like it is but it’s not)

PS: There are like three swear words, mentions of exercise, and you eat a lot of pancakes but that’s cause you’re hungry. It’s not a problem. Also, if you are actually athletic, are fit, or like to exercise, you aren’t and you don’t. Not in this house.

You wake up the next morning with a sore neck. As you sit up, you see Nat standing beside the couch looking at you over her coffee cup scaring the life out of you. 

“So, how’d you sleep?” she asks.

“Like a princess,” you sarcastically reply. Stretching, you hear your body popping in all different places. Maybe you will take Pietro up on his offer.

“I know what will help. Some exercise. Get ready. We’re going on a hike.”

You finally take in Nat’s appearance and see her sporting the attire for a hike. 

You groan. “You say hike, but I know you really mean running at an incline.”

“Come on. Don’t be a baby. Exercise is good for you. When’s the last time you got any?”

You want to make a joke because of how she worded it, but your mischievous smile gives you away.

“Exercise, Y/N. When’s the last time you got any exercise,” she clarifies.

“The last time you asked me that.”

“A year ago?” 

“And my body is still sore. Ask me again in a few months,” you go to lie down again but she throws a couch cushion at your head. “Okay, okay. Jeez, woman. I’m up.”

When you return from your hike, you are heaving. You don’t ever really think about how unfit you are, which makes sense when you don’t spare 5 minutes to do any kind of exercise, but a hike with Nat will surely remind you. You are sweating buckets and just want to pass out when you enter the house. Everyone is awake presumably having breakfast. You can smell the pancakes from the living room. Your stomach growls. You want to eat but even chewing sounds like too exhausting at the moment. You just want to knock out. You head over to your sleeping quarters for the week, but before you collapse on the couch, your cousin says, “I don’t want any sweat on my couch, Y/N.”

“Ugh,” you complain but comply and go to take a shower. There is no warm water. You assume all the guests had probably had their turn while you were out. You don’t mind it too much. The cold water wakes you up and you feel refreshed. Soon you are sitting with everyone else making plans for the day, but unlike everyone else at the table you are scarfing down pancake after pancake, hardly chewing between each swallow. The conversation dies down as everyone starts to look your way. You’d be embarrassed at your table manners but honestly you’re too famished to care. 

“Woah, slow your roll there, Y/N. Where was this energy on our hike?” You hear Nat’s voice come up behind you. You don’t bother looking at her, showing her the middle finger behind your back so the kids won’t see. She chuckles as she sits on the empty seat beside you. 

“You might be faster than me,” Pietro comments.

“You know it’s not gentleman-like commenting on the way a woman eats,” you answer, mouth full and all. 

“It’s also not lady-like to speak with your mouth full of food,” Laura reprimands you.

“Cooper doesn’t care. Right, Cooper?” you turn to the kid in question still chewing on your food.

He answers you with a mouth full of food as well, “Right!”

Your cousin sighs as you reach over to give Cooper a fist bump. Wanda laughs at the interaction from beside Cooper. You give her a quick wink before settling back in your seat. She just rolls her eyes.

They all go back to their conversation and you go back to eating your delicious pancakes in peace. Once you are satisfied, you sink back in your chair letting out a happy sigh.

“Are you sure you don’t want another one? You hardly ate anything, Y/N,” Nat sarcastically says.

You roll your eyes in good nature. “Honestly, I do want another one but my stomach might explode. I’m going to be dreaming of these pancakes tonight. I’d wed whoever made these bad boys but sorry, cousin,” you turn to Laura, “you’ve got a husband and kids, and I just can’t tear a family apart.”

“Also, she’s your cousin,” Nat emphasizes.

“Obviously that was implied, Natasha,” you say her full name obnoxiously.

“I’d love to take all the credit, but Wanda actually made breakfast. So if you’re marrying anyone for the pancakes, it’s Wanda,” Laura says. 

“You hear that, Wanda? I’m going to make an honest woman out of you.” You wiggled your eyebrows her way.

“If anything, it’s the other way around, Y/N,” your cousin teases.

“Don’t egg Y/N on, Laura,” Clint quips.

“But then who is going to make me pancakes like these, Barton?” You pout.

“I can,” Pietro pipes up. “I’ll even bring them to you for breakfast in bed.” He winks as Nat and Clint wrinkle their noses in distaste and Wanda stifles a laugh.

“What?” Pietro asks his sister.

“Pietro, you can’t boil an egg.”

“Yes, I can. I can make many things. I even helped you with this breakfast,” Pietro insists.

Everyone watches the siblings squabble in amusement, especially when Wanda turns to you to stage whisper, “He burnt two pancakes.”

“I did not!”

“Ask Peter. He had one,” Wanda says in turn. Peter shifts uncomfortably in his seat.

“It was a little crunchy,” Peter says after much hesitation. Sam pats his shoulder, shaking his head. “Poor kid. No one should have to eat crunchy pancakes.”

After breakfast the kids decide they want to play basketball with the hoop Clint had placed over the barn doors. You break into teams of 3. It’s you, Lila, and Peter versus Sam, Cooper, and Pietro. Nat and Wanda sit on the sidelines watching and cheering. Your team is not doing so great. If it wasn’t for Peter pulling the team, you would cry in embarrassment. The guys on the opposing team start to get cocky. Sam rubbing the score in your team’s face, Cooper repeating whatever Sam says, and Pietro begins making flirty remarks about teaching you one on one and so on. You want to ignore his remarks but you kind of also want to wipe the smirk off his face. You do just that a few minutes later when you finally make a shot after Peter screens him allowing you to shoot. You look to see if Wanda saw but frown when you notice she’s not there anymore. You play for a few more minutes but you are quickly getting tired.

Laura comes up beside Nat and yells over to you, “Y/N, I need you to run to the store for me.”

“Oh, thank god.” You sigh in relief as you go over to your cousin and take the list she holds out to you. “Nat, sub me in?”

“Gladly.” She walks confidently over to take your place. You hear Sam and Pietro whine behind you when they realize Nat is playing in your place.

You chuckle as you read the list. “Are we having hamburgers tonight?”

“Gosh, you really were not paying attention while eating those pancakes. Clint wants to grill tonight.”

“Can you blame me? I’m getting that pancake recipe,” you say with complete determination. “Speaking of, have you seen Wanda?”

“Y/N.” Your cousin gives you a look.

“What?” You say innocently, knowing exactly what that look means.

“Clint told me about that little talk he and Nat had with you.”

“So, what now? I can’t be her friend?” you scoff.

“Friend. Mhmm, sure,” she laughs in disbelief and shakes her head. Why does no one in this damn house believe you?

“Mhmm,” you repeat as you are walking back to the house.

“Check the guest room,” Laura says last minute. Well, at least your cousin’s got your back. You give her a thumbs up in thanks.

Sure enough, Wanda is in the guest bedroom. She’s sitting in bed with a book in her hand. You softly knock on the door. She looks up, notices it’s you, frowns, and goes back to reading. You tilt your head wondering what has her in a mood. Is she back to thinking about her ex? Maybe you can help distract her as a good friend would do.

You walk over to the bed before deciding to sit in front of her cross-legged, elbows on knees, chin on the palm of one hand. “Whatcha got there?”

“A book. Ever heard of one?” she replies without bothering to look up.

Sheesh. “Oh, my god. Is it real? Can I, like, touch it? I’ve always heard about books but I’ve never seen one in person,” you say sarcastically, hoping to get some positive reaction from her. You see a slight upturn on the corner of her lips before it disappears. Though it was miniscule, it was a step forward no less. You sit there for a minute staring at her and thinking of how to proceed. You don’t want to worsen her mood with one of your dumb jokes.

Wanda can feel your eyes searching for some kind of sign from her. She gives up trying to read her book, having been repeating the same paragraph over and over again. She puts the book down and huffs. “Can I help you?” 

“Actually, you can,” you say. “I’m going into town to get some stuff for the hamburgers and I was wondering if you wanted to come?”

Maybe you are simply confusing Wanda’s boredom for an unpleasant attitude. 

“Didn’t you ask Piet? There’s no way he refused going with you.”

 Or not. 

Her sardonic tone is not lost on you. So, it’s about the brother and not the ex. You want to scream. This is why you have the twin rule. Though you want to bang your head on a wall for not listening to your own rules, you keep your composure as you stand to leave the room. Before you go, you tell Wanda, “I haven’t asked Pietro. I thought of you first, but if you’re not feeling it, I’m sure he would say yes like you say.”

You turn and head out to the hallway dejectedly, but you perk up when you hear Wanda stop you. “Wait! Let me put on my shoes.”

You wait for her in the hallway, smiling to yourself in part because you would not have to spend hours with Pietro’s constant advances but mostly because you got to spend time with Wanda without supervision. You are a grown ass adult, eh, not really, but legally you were an adult. You don’t need to be supervised. It’s not like you needed someone to watch you else you throw yourself at Wanda. Sure, you like to tease here and there but it’s not bothersome. Is it? Oh, god, were you annoying Wanda?

Those thoughts are quickly dispelled when Wanda meets you with a smile. “Ready.”

No, Wanda wouldn’t have agreed to go with you if you were really a bother. You’re sure of it.

It’s a 20 minute ride into town. With Wanda’s mood having done a full 180, you find yourself enjoying your time with her as she recounts a slight hiccup on Steve’s behalf on a mission. Soon enough you are driving up the main street looking for a parking spot. Luckily you find a spot not too far from the store. You head inside and grab a cart. You and Wanda wander around the aisles looking for what you need. Wanda takes over cart duty when you keep bumping into things because you’re distracted with either looking over the list or looking over at her. You say a quick hello to a few people you recognize.

“Well aren’t you popular,” Wanda comments as you both turn into the frozen food aisle to look for hamburger patties. 

“Yeah, that’s not always a good thing,” you say when you spot a woman you know in the same aisle. You move to walk real close behind Wanda, trying to hide your face. 

“What are you doing?” Wanda asks when she feels your forehead resting between her shoulder blades.

“Shhh, just keep walking,” you command without any explanation. Your really sad attempt at hiding was all for naught when you hear your name.

“Y/N? Is that you?” 

You take a deep breath, plaster a fake smile, and leave Wanda’s space. “Hi, Mrs. Townsend. How’s it going?”

“I thought that was you. You can’t hide from me, you know. Not that you were ever any good at it,” she says knowingly. You cringe at the memory of her finding you in her daughter’s closet. This woman disliked you from start to finish, which made sense given that her daughter had broken up with her boyfriend for you only for you to break things off a few weeks later.

“Yeah, I know,” you smile sheepishly. She looks over your shoulder at Wanda. She looks curious but not in the best way.  “And who is this?”

Wanda introduces herself with a polite smile. “Hello, I’m Wanda. Pleasure to meet you.”

“You look familiar. Have we met before?” Mrs. Townsend asks.

“No, I guess I just have that face,” Wanda responds with no hesitation having practiced that line so many times on missions. Mrs. Townsend’s stare weighs heavy and Wanda begins to feel uncomfortable.

“A very pretty one at that. Y/N sure knows how to pick them. Is that an accent I hear? Where are you from, dear?” Mrs. Townsend asks, with faux intrigue. Now you’re uncomfortable too. 

You know you shouldn’t speak for Wanda but you don’t want to subject her to be in this woman’s presence any longer. “Actually, she’s just a friend visiting from New York. She and a few others are staying with Laura. And actually, she’s expecting us to return soon. So, have a good day, Mrs. Townsend. Come on, Wanda. Let’s go.”

You lead Wanda away by pulling the cart behind you. When you’re nearly clear of the aisle, Wanda stops and reminds you that you never got the patties. You tell her to go ahead and get in line to pay while you go back for the patties, them being the last thing to get from the list. Mrs. Townsend is still in the aisle now talking on the phone very displeased. “Yes, she was right here and with another girl-” she cuts herself off when you’re in her vision reaching to get what you need. 

You give her a sarcastic smile. As you pass by her for the last time, you smirk and lean in to say, “Tell Abby I say hi.” Then you wink, leaving Mrs. Townsend very angry, and head over to the checkout area where Wanda is waiting. Wanda doesn’t say anything other than “Well, she was lovely” to which you laughed. Apart from that, she stays quiet at the checkout and as you put the items in the car. Before she has a chance to open the door to get in the passenger seat, you stand in front of the door blocking the handle. 

“Hey,” you begin, but Wanda is looking at her shoes, her hands fiddling with the rings on her fingers. You take her hand to shake her arm in an attempt to get her to look up. “Look at me.” 

You wish you hadn’t asked that of her because when she does look at you, it tears you apart. If you did not think your presence was needed more here, you could storm right back into that store and give Mrs. Townsend a piece of your mind. 

“Mrs. Townsend is an asshole. You should never take what an asshole says to heart cause it’s all shit,” you say in all seriousness. Wanda giggles and raises her free hand to rub her face. You pull it away from her face. Holding both her hands you continue, “She’s just a grumpy lady holding a grudge over something I did like two years ago. It’s nothing to do with you and all to do with me. So don’t listen to anything she says, okay?”

It takes a moment but she finally nods. “There we are.” You pull her into a hug, one she accepts easily, hoping to give further comfort. You can’t help but think how nice it is to hold her, moreso, when she hugs you tighter. 

“So, she was lying when she said I was pretty?” Wanda tries to joke, adopting your method of lightening the mood.

“Oh, absolutely,” you answer. She quickly pulls back from your hold but you don’t let her go too far, holding onto her elbows. “Cause you are breathtakingly gorgeous,” you finish.

She smiles and a blush takes over her face. You decide to add, “In fact, I can’t even breathe right now standing so close to your beauty.” You dramatically gasp for air making Wanda laugh and smack you. 

“Ow, if this is how you Avenger women treat your adoring fans, I’d hate to see how you take down the bad guys.”

“Oh, so you’re a fan?” Wanda asks adorning a sly smile.

“Mhmm, since day one.”

“Is that so? Because from what I remember you called me Crimson Witch just yesterday,” she teases you.

“And I stand by what I said,” you respond. You cut her off when she opens her mouth to argue. “But if I have offended you, let me make it up to you.”

She narrows her eyes, looking at you skeptically as if you were up to no good making you want to laugh. “How?” She asks warily.

You lean into her space once more to say, “I know a place.” You wink and without allowing her to respond, you take her hand dragging her along behind you. “Come on.” 

Your destination is just two blocks away. Wanda speeds up to walk beside you but she never lets your hand go. Not that you mind it in the least. You stop her when you arrive and reluctantly let her hand go to make a grandiose gesture with your arms. “Ta-Da!”

“An ice-cream shop?” she asks you, clearly unimpressed.

“Not just any ice-cream shop. The Ice Cream Shop!” You can’t help but say enthusiastically. Wanda on the other hand does not look enthused. You can’t believe she’s not excited for ice cream. “Oh, come on, Wanda. Don’t tell me you don’t like ice cream. The only excuse I’ll take is that you’re lactose intolerant or vegan. Just don’t tell me you prefer frozen yogurt. Oh, god. You do, don’t you?” You gasp dramatically, your hand clutching your chest. 

She shakes her head and rolls her eyes in a light hearted manner at your antics. “You’ve made your point. Just open the door.”

“Bossy,” you laugh, but do as she wishes though you make a show out of opening the door. You bow and motion for her to enter as you hold the door open. “After you, m’lady.”

She sighs. Passing through the door, she mumbles, “I could be in bed reading right now.”

“Ah, but then you would’ve missed the opportunity to hang out with someone as cool as me,” you say as you and Wanda go to stand behind the group of teenage girls ordering their ice cream.

“Oh, are they meeting us after? Do you think they’ll buy me frozen yogurt?” she retorts, amusement shining through her eyes. You generally find quick witted remarks annoying. Mostly because you’ve always been surrounded by smart-alecks all your life. Your cousin is one. Then she married one who had one as a best friend. Somehow, you find the same quality in Wanda kind of attractive. Oh god. This can’t be happening.

“Quit being so grumpy. You’re gonna thank me when you try it. It’s only the best there is.”

“You should listen to her, but hey, I may be a little biased,” the woman working at the counter backs you up. The teenage girls are long gone.

“Thank you, Tanya,” you reply, stepping forward to the middle aged woman you know to be the owner of the shop. She was actually the one to give you your first job at this very same ice cream shop. Maybe you were also a little biased. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to be in town so early, Y/N.”

“Well, I just missed you so much, I couldn’t wait to get here,” you explain.

“Uh, huh. I’m sure that’s it.” Her voice is full of disbelief. You laugh.

“Actually, I got here yesterday. I wanted to come earlier to help out Laura now that she’s phwwt,” you whistle and make a belly bump gesture like it’s a scandalous secret.

“She’s married and this is baby number three, Y/N. You can say pregnant,” your old boss laughs.

“But that’s no fun,” you pout.

“And who is this little thing?” She turns to Wanda, who timidly smiles still two steps behind you.

“Come on, I don’t bite, hun.” Tanya gives her a sincere smile, one much different from Mrs. Townsend’s. Wanda slowly approaches after you wave her over encouragingly. When she is close enough, you hold her forearm to introduce her to Tanya, trying to ease her nerves. It seems to work. You feel her relax and lean into your side as she says, “Hi, I’m Wanda.” 

“Pleasure to meet you dear. I’m Tanya. See, no need to be shy.”

“She’s not usually like this as far as I can tell. She’s actually quite chatty. Sometimes I don’t know how to get her to stop talking,” you joke. Wanda scoffs and bumps your hip with hers.

“Whenever Y/N begins to annoy you, just put on some earphones and hide them with your hair. It works wonders. She can talk to herself for hours,” your old boss advises Wanda.

“I’ll have to keep that in mind.”

“Hey!” You interject. “Tanya, where is your loyalty? So quick to team up against me.”

Wanda giggles beside you. You turn your head to playfully glare at her, missing the way Tanya smiles at the interaction in front of her. 

“So how’d you two meet? I don’t think I’ve seen you in town before, Wanda.”

“She’s a friend and um, coworker of Clint and Natasha. She’s here for the week.” You hope Tanya didn’t catch your little hiccup there. However, you miss the implication of her question. Tanya tries to remember who Nat is.

“Natasha. Is she the intimidating red head always wearing tight jeans?” You and Wanda laugh. You affirm with a finger to your nose. “Didn’t you date her sister?”

You let go of Wanda’s arm to throw your head into your hands. “Ugh, how could you possibly know that?”

“Small town. Word gets around fast. People are probably already talking about you two, especially when you’ve got someone as beautiful as Wanda with you.”

Wanda blushes at the insinuation. “There’s nothing to talk about,” you tell Tanya. 

Tanya raises an eyebrow, “You mean, you’re not dating?”

“Please, Wanda here is way out of my league. I mean, funny, polite, pleasant, and gorgeous. Maybe even a little pretentious. I caught her reading a book… for fun. Who does that? Ow!” Wanda smacks your arm and Tanya laughs. “Did I mention violent?”

The bell above the entrance door chimes informing you three that other customers are coming in. “Okay, so what can I get you?” Tanya asks, moving this along.

“I’d like two scoops of rainbow sherbert on a cone, please.”

“And for you, hun?” Tanya asks Wanda after handing you your cone. 

“Um, may I have two scoops of strawberry, please?”

“Of course, you’d get red,” you taunt.

“Here you are.” Tanya hands Wanda her cone. You take out a ten dollar bill from your pocket to pay but Tanya won’t have it. “My treat, ladies.” 

“But this is sort of an apology cone I promised Wanda,” you try again.

“Y/N! Apologizing with a three dollar ice cream cone is not a real apology. You can do better.”

“It’s like you read my mind, Tanya,” Wanda says. You want to laugh at the irony.

“It wasn’t for anything serious,” you try to argue.

“Whatever it was, you can treat her to something nicer,” Tanya reprimands you.

“Well, what am I supposed to do?”

“The fair is in town. Take her to that. Now shoo, I’ve got customers waiting. Nice meeting you, Wanda,” she says.

“You too. Thanks.”

You exit first, holding the door open for Wanda without thinking about it. She smiles and loops her arm through yours as you both head back to the car at a leisurely pace. You look to see if Wanda likes her ice cream. There is no doubt about it as she begins to hum in happiness. You want to say something like “ I told you so” but she warns you before you have the chance to open your mouth. “Don’t.”

You smirk and turn to your ice cream. You try to savour it, but you demolish that ice cream. You pout when you see it all gone. Wanda still has half of hers.

“Quit being so grumpy,” she says, throwing your words from earlier back at your face. “Here, you can have some of mine.”

She lifts her cone to your mouth. You happily go to take a bite when Wanda shoves the rest of her cone in your face. It wasn’t much but you can smell the damn strawberry ice cream as it drips from your nose. You’re too shocked to move for a minute. She laughs as you try to process what just happened. You hear the shutter noise of a camera. You see Wanda holding her phone up. That snaps you out of your daze. Wanda takes off running the second she sees the look that settles on your face. She doesn’t have to be a telepath to know what that look means. You chase after her. 

She gets to the car before you but can’t open the door. She turns around, hands out in front of her body which is shaking from nervous laughter. “Wait, Y/N. I’m sor-”

You pull her into a hug and shove your ice cream riddled nose to her neck smearing the strawberry flavored dessert on her. “Stop, okay. I’m sorry. Stop, that tickles!” She bursts out laughing. You take pity and let her go, but your feet stay planted where they are. You both quickly sober up when you see how close you are. You feel the tension from yesterday return. You know what you want to do but you know you shouldn’t. Wanda is not making it easy looking at you the same way. Before either of you make a decision, your phone rings ruining whatever that was. You awkwardly clear your throat and back away. You give Wanda a smile before reaching for your phone. You answer it without looking at the name of whoever is calling. It’s Laura asking if you are on your way. You tell her you’ll be there soon. 

You unlock the car and open the passenger door for Wanda. She gives you a quiet thanks. The drive to the house is awkward to say the least, a total contrast to the ride into town. The music in the background does nothing to alleviate your discomfort. In fact, you think it might have made it worse. 

You let out a little sigh of relief once the barn enters your line of sight. Wanda on the other hand can’t take it anymore. She turns off the radio and turns to you expectantly. You take a deep breath knowing what was coming. Having a feeling this conversation could get loud, you slow down the car to a stop before you could pull up to the barn. You’d rather not let anyone overhear knowing how nosy they all are.

“What was that back there?”

“You started it, shoving the ice cream in my face.” You play naive.

“Don’t do that.”

You don’t know why you thought you could get away with lying to her when you know she can literally read minds.

“I’m sorry. I wanted to. I did. I do.”

“Well, I do too,” Wanda says.

“You do?” you ask. You don’t know why you sound so shocked. You had a gut feeling already, but it surprises you hearing her say it aloud anyway.

“You know I do. So what’s the problem?”

The problem is you can’t. The problem is you promised Nat, Clint, and yourself you wouldn’t. The problem is what Nat said at dinner struck a chord with you. Sure she could have been a little nicer about it and maybe not say it in front of everybody, but she was right nonetheless. The problem is your habit of touch and go, the one you never wanted to admit you had, only hurts people. You are the problem and you‘ve decided to fix it, starting with Wanda. You won’t allow yourself the chance to break Wanda’s heart. You don’t think she deserves that.

“You don’t get to decide what I deserve. Neither does Nat. Neither does Clint. I get to make that decision for myself. If I put it all on the line and end up heartbroken, then that’s on me. I make that choice.”

You nod, “You’re right. That is your choice and I can respect that. But it’s also my choice to decide I can’t be the one to break your heart. Can you respect that?”

A heavy silence settles in the car, but you have said all you needed to say so you wait for Wanda to respond. When she realizes your mind is set, she nods. After another minute of silence, she asks, “What now, then?”

“Cliché, but friends?” you suggest. When Wanda scoffs in disbelief, you have to ask, “What?”

“You and me?” Wanda asks as if for clarification.

“Well, I don’t see anyone else in the car. Yes, Wanda. You and me.”

“Have you ever been just friends with anyone before?” Wanda asks, placing no kind of faith in your ability to maintain platonic relationships.

“Are you asking if I can keep it in my pants? Not to bruise your ego, but I can be in a room with you without wanting to jump your bones, Maximoff. I have plenty of strictly platonic friends. Like... Nat.”

She laughs at the choice you made for an example. “That’s only because Natasha doesn’t want to sleep with you.”

“So, what you’re saying is this friendship won’t work because you can’t keep it in your pants?” you counter and watch with amusement Wanda’s face flush and her try to defend herself.

“N-no,” she stutters weakly.

“Great,” you say cheerily. “It’s settled then. We can be friends.”

“There are rules though,” Wanda warns you as you start driving toward the house again.

“Already? Had I known this friendship came with terms and conditions, I might have never suggested it. Fine, lay them on me.”

“No more flirting with my brother.”

“I have never flirted with your-” you start to deny, but when she gives you a knowing look you quickly agree. “Okay, but if he’s putting in all the work, who am I to keep him from living out his dreams?” You jest. She punches your arm.

“Alright, new rule! No more hitting me.”

“No.”

“Okay.”

You were beginning to see the rules to this friendship were not going to be in your favor.

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So, I lied when I said this was going to be most likely 5 chapters. It turns out I really like dialogue. I'm hoping max is 8 chapters.

Your assignment in preparation for the next chapter: pick a nice outfit cause you're going to the county fair.

Extra Credit: Name the county. (I'm prob going to pick one from the comments)

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unexpectedly becoming a sugar baby

pairing: ceo!sunwoo x fem!reader

word count: 3.4k

synopsis: reader is desperate for money so she has sex with her boss

warnings: lots of oral and fingering, use of vibrator in public , office sex, sex for money

a/n: wrote this yesterday instead of studying for my final. the exam went well tho :) also please send in requests!!!

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to say you were desperate would be an understatement. today you had received an eviction notice that stated that you had exactly 30 days to either pay back all the money you owed your landlord or leave your apartment.

due to your mother's illness you had to pay for all her medical bills. your father hadn't been in the picture for a long time so you alone were responsible for your mother's health. you couldn't just let her die. but because of all these costs you hadn't been able to pay your rent and now you were on the verge of homelessness.

never in a lifetime did you imagine that you would be begging someone for help. you felt so helpless that you honestly didn't really care how you got the money.

you decided to ask your boss for a raise and were prepared to work your ass off in order to get it.

mr. kim's office was on the fourth floor of the company, one you barely had ever been to. normal employees were usually only to be found on the lower floors so taking the elevator up felt wrong.

you were determined, however, to not let your pride get in the way. the money was more important than how you felt.

you knocked on the door twice. as if to make you feel even more nervous, it seemed like mr. kim waited extra long to respond.

when you entered he was sitting behind his desk. he didn't even look up at you so you just stood there awkwardly, unsure what to do.

'why don't you just sit?' he finally asked annoyed and closed his laptop.

you quickly took a seat and tried to put up a professional front.

'what can I do for you, um…' 'y/n,' you helped him out. 'right, y/n. what can I do for you?' he asked.

'I would like to ask for a raise, sir. you see, I am usually the first employee to enter the building and also most of the time the last one to leave. I do my work reliably and deliver solid results. my coworkers are pleased with me and we also get along well. I think I contribute a lot to this company and wanted to ask whether it would be possible to raise my pay.' you really tried to not make it seem like you had simply memorized all of this and forced yourself to speak slowly but firmly while looking him in the eyes.

mr. kim didn't respond at first but opened his laptop.

'to my understanding you have been working here for a very long time already. your pay is already the highest it can get. there is no way for me to raise it because there is no room for improvement.' he sighed and waited for your reaction.

you started sweating. this wasn't going as planned. you hadn't known that you were already receiving the highest pay. you were barely able to afford food with your current money.

'please, sir. I will do anything you ask of me. I don't care how many extra hours I'd have to work. I can do it. I promise. please give me a chance,' you begged him.

he was intrigued by you. why were you so desperate for the money?

'first, why don't you tell me why you are so keen on a raise?'

was your boss even allowed to ask you such personal questions? you answered anyway.

'my mother has cancer. I am the only person paying for her medical expenses and the treatments are all very expensive. I am about to get evicted because I cannot pay my rent.'

he seemed to be deep in thought. his gaze on you was intense.

your heart skipped a beat when he placed his hand on yours.

'y/n, I'm extremely sorry that you have to deal with all of this. I wouldn't want anyone to have to experience the same thing. believe me when I tell you that I want to help you. you know what? come back tomorrow. I have an idea how I might be able to help but I need to think about it further. would that be alright for you?'

it felt like a huge weight was lifted off your shoulders. you didn't care about what you had to do. you stood up, bowed deeply and thanked him over and over.

he let out a deep chuckle. you were cute.

the next day you came back again in the afternoon. this time he answered the door quicker and his attention was focused on you from the start. the energy felt much different than the day before. he seemed excited and was smiling at you. this had to mean good news, right? he shook your hand and pressed firmly while looking you deep in the eyes.

'y/n, I came up with an idea to help you. but it is less conventional and it depends on how much you are willing to do.'

'mr. kim, I will do anything,' you assured him. the smirk he flashed you threw you off guard.

'okay then. first, I'd prefer it if you called me sunwoo as we'll be seeing more of each other if you were to agree.'

this lowkey felt like crossing some boundaries but you wanted to please him.

you nodded eagerly. 'okay, sunwoo it is.'

'so my idea is that there are certain things you can do to earn money. I will pay for everything with my own savings and you will receive it in cash. we will start off easy and over time I'll add new tasks. of course, you have the freedom to choose whether you want to do them or not. that is completely up to you.'

the look of confusion on your face must have told him you didn't fully understand.

'it's hard to explain. I'd rather you figure it out by trying it. since today is friday, the task I'll give you is for monday. I would like to choose an outfit for you. I'll send it to your apartment and you have to wear exactly what is inside the box. if you were to do this I'd give you $20 cash.'

that was a weird request. why would he want to decide what you were wearing? did he not like your outfit? did you look disgusting?

'let me get this straight. you pick an outfit for me and if I decide to wear it I get money?' you ask him to see if you had understood correctly.

'exactly. that doesn't seem so bad, right?' you shook your head. it was whatever.

'that's great. you'll receive your outfit and I can't wait to see you in it on monday.' you didn't know if you were imagining it but it seemed like he was eyeing your body. h god, he definitely didn't like what you were wearing.

$20 wasn't much but still more than nothing. and apparently the other tasks would be worth more. guess you had to start somewhere. with the money you could at least afford something to eat.

you say goodbye and continued with work until it was time to leave.

you waited anxiously all weekend for the clothes. sunday you decided to go for a walk and when you opened your door you almost tripped over a package.

on monday morning you tried on the outfit sunwoo had picked out for you.

the white blouse was a bit see through and a bit too tight around the boob area but looked neat otherwise. the black skirt hugged your curves perfectly and made you look quite sexy in your opinion. he even picked out a bra, underwear, stockings and high heels for you. the note he had left clearly stated to wear exactly and only what was in the box. so you did.

you usually wore something more simple and loose but you didn't feel too uncomfortable in this look.

when you entered his office his eyes lit up.

'I'm glad you wore this. it looks very good on you.'

you were sure you blushed a bit at his words. you weren't really used to receiving compliments from men.

'I like it too,' you admit. sunwoo smiled contentedly.

'so would you like to do the same tomorrow? I'll send you another outfit,' he asked you.

this one wasn't bad at all so you agreed. he handed you $20. when you stood up and walked out the door he couldn't stop admiring the way your butt looked in the skirt. tomorrow was going to be even better.

the blouse was almost the same one. however, this time the skirt was a lot shorter. it ended at the middle of your thighs. but that wasn't even the weirdest thing. this time he had forgotten to send you panties.

you felt very unsure what to do. the note clearly stated to only wear what was in the box.

you sighed and pulled down the skirt as much as you could. this would have to do. as long as you were just sitting, everything would be fine.

you went about your day and some time in the afternoon you were called into sunwoo's office.

you were wondering whether or not to tell him about the missing underwear but decided to keep your mouth closed. panties didn't seem to be a topic to talk about with your boss.

'today, I want to offer you an additional task. you will receive your $20 dollars for sure and you can make another 30 by cleaning my office. what do you think?' he proposed to you.

that would be $50 in total. you needed all the money you could get.

'of course. just tell me what to clean and I will be happy to help.'

everything was going according to sunwoo's plan. he was excited and told you you could start by dusting the shelves.

your eagerness was cute and he watched you out of the corner of his eyes.

some of the shelves were higher up so you had to stretch to be able to reach them. when you did your skirt rolled up higher and he was able to see the just the outline of your butt cheeks. he unconsciously licked his lips.

for the rest of the week you continued these two tasks. but you noticed that the underwear kept on missing and the skirts also progressively became shorter.

this was a struggle when you were cleaning and organizing his office. you were aware of your skirt rolling up and you were hoping that sunwoo wouldn't notice.

of course he did. that had been his intention all along. when you bent down he could sometimes get a glance at your pretty pussy. he couldn't help but get hard at the sight of this and palmed his bulge through his pants.

in one week you had received $220. you would have been more happy if you hadn't gotten another bill from the hospital asking you for another $1200. the health care system was simply fucked up. whatever the next tasks were, you had to do them.

on monday you were cleaning his office again. you wanted to pick up some files but you struggled reaching them from the highest shelf. you felt your skirt roll up again.

'wait. I'll help you,' sunwoo announced and walked over.

you gasped as you felt something hard poke your thigh as he stood behind you to reach for the files. when he took a step back you saw the clear outlines of his hardened cock.

unable to hide your surprise, sunwoo laughed.

'this is all your doing.' so he did notice your skirt roll up. wait. had he given you these clothes with this in mind?

'do you want to touch it?' he asked.

you just blinked at him. what? were you perhaps still dreaming? it was possible that you were having a wet dream about your boss. sunwoo was very handsome and you had to be blind not to notice.

'if you help me get rid of it, I'll promise you $100.' he knew you were thinking hard. you couldn't keep your eyes off his bulge, clearly not sure what to think of this.

this was against all the work protocols but you would kid yourself if you said that you didn't want to. not only was he very attractive but you'd do a lot for a mere $100.

you reached for his belt. sunwoo smirked; he had won.

you pulled his pants down and were immediately greeted with his veiny cock.

'you aren't the only one not wearing any underwear, my dear y/n.'

so that had been intentional. interesting. you realized you must have been very naive to have believed that he had simply forgotten to put panties in the boxes.

you started by rubbing the tip softly with your thumb. it was pretty and pink and already leakined pre-cum.

you felt strangely good about having this kind of effect on someone. with a few pumps his dick was completely hard.

sunwoo propped his hands on the desk behind him and leaned back in bliss.

deep moans were escaping his beautifully luscious lips while you were pleasuring him with your hands.

you decided to put your left hand you use as well by massaging his balls.

'fuck! when did you learn to do this so well?' sunwoo groaned.

during high school you had had a lot of sex. it made you feel good and you enjoyed it. now your experience turned out to be lifesaving to you. well, he'd probably pay you even if you weren't as mind blowing.

'hmm, practice,' you simply state.

'if this is already so good I wonder what your mouth can do, baby girl.' being called that aroused you way more than expected. this was so exciting.

'I'll give you another $100 if you suck me off.'

before sunwoo knew it you had already wrapped your lips around his cock. you skillfully bobbed your head up and down. when you looked up at him with big eyes he swore he was about to explode.

with most of the dick in your mouth your other hand was continuing to knead his balls.

he was coming close quickly and grabbed your hair so you would stay still.

he proceeded to fuck your mouth harshly. you felt spit running down the sides of your lips and tears escaping your eyes as he buried his cock deep in your mouth. you tried to relax in order to deep-throat him properly.

he came hard and emptied his load in your mouth. to prove a point, you swallowed it and then opened up to show him.

panting hard he said: 'fuck you're just amazing!'

you looked absolutely delicious with your face full of cum. he had a good feeling you were the right person to do this with.

you licked off some of the white liquid from your lips and smirked at him.

this was definitely not what you had expected what you would be doing but you weren't one to complain.

sunwoo quickly disappeared to search for some paper towels to clean your face. his employees couldn't see you like this.

after your face was clean again he handed you $250. 'you deserve it.' 'thanks.'

he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and leaned closer. 'maybe we can do more tomorrow.' ooh, sounds exciting.

'then I'll look forward to seeing you.' with a wink you left.

you wondered how much money you would get for some sexy time with your boss.

the next morning, you couldn't fully button up the blouse he had sent you. the top buttons had to be left open and a lot of cleavage was visible. this horndog!

this time you actually received some underwear but only for a special reason. you found a pink mini vibrator in the box as well.

so you were walking around with a vibrating stick up your pussy. you didn't want to come in front of your co-workers so you turned it off whenever you got too close and waited to calm down.

'did you have fun today?' was the first thing sunwoo said to you.

you laughed ironically. 'I had so much fun pretending I wasn't being masturbating in front of everyone…'

he made you turn around and lifted up your skirt. the outline of the vibrator was visible and he could see your panties shaking.

with one quick move he pulled your underwear down and took the vibrator to turn it off. it came out with a wet plop and juices were running down your thighs.

sunwoo surprised you by sucking on the wet vibrator.

'sit on the desk,' he commanded you.

you did as you were told and sunwoo spread your legs wide apart.

he inserted his index and middle finger which slipped in with ease. your pussy made wet noises as he pushed them in and out of you.

finally having privacy you allowed yourself to make sounds. he made intense eye contact while fingering you, loving the way your face was scrunched up in pleasure.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and started kissing him. his tongue easily won the fight over dominance and started exploring your mouth.

you two were basically just sucking each others faces off until he broke off the kiss and lowered his body. he attached his mouth to your clit and started sucking. you pulled at his hair in pleasure and had a hard time controlling your breathing. damn, he was skilled at this as well.

when he felt you clenching around his fingers he withdrew them and you let out a disappointed noise of protest.

'don't worry. you'll have more soon.', he laughed at you. he quickly took off his pants and pulled you off the desk. he turned you around so your ass was facing him.

he started rubbing his thick cock between your ass cheeks and coated it in your juices. every time he got into contact with your tense pussy a shudder overcame your body.

he lifted your leg and placed your foot on the table. the angle from when he thrusted into you from behind was just perfect.

sunwoo attached his lips onto your neck and started leaving hickeys there. at the same time he was kneading your breast through your shirt.

he had barely ever felt such a perfect pussy around his cock. the way you took him in seemed too good to be true.

while his dick was still inside you, he lifted you up and placed you on all fours on the floor.

he grabbed your hips so tightly that he left red marks on them. at this point, he was just uncontrollably slamming into you while you were losing your mind. you were screaming his name loudly, glad that you knew no one could hear you.

as you could feel both of you getting close, he pulled your upper body up to his chest and wrapped one hand around your neck.

the pressure he applied was just enough for you to see stars but not enough for it to be unpleasant.

the lack of oxygen stimulated your senses even more and while repeatedly screaming out sunwoo's name you finally came hard on his dick.

with a few more thrusts, sunwoo's hips started stuttering as well and he shot his load into you. while riding out your highs he was just fucking his cum right back into you.

when he finally pulled out, a pool of his semen started dripping out of you. you suddenly felt so empty. his thick cock had filled you up so good that you were already missing it.

while you were still catching your breath on the floor, sunwoo had gone to get paper towels.

when he came back, however, he seemed hectic.

'I'm so sorry. there has been an emergency and I need to leave right now. I'll leave these here as well as the money.' he placed everything on the desk and walked back to the door.

he turned around one last time. 'I hope we can do this again.' he smiled at you.

you later saw that he had left you $750.

kind of becoming a sugar baby had never been your plan but you didn't mind it. if only the circumstances had been better.

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