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peachyloveswriting · 1 year

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What would Vash, Wolfwood, and Knives do about sick reader? Like reader knew they had been getting sick for a few days but saying stuff like "I sneezed from the dusty sand" or "I choked on my spit. I wasn't coughing. " they keep coming up with stuff to say till they have a fever and collapse.

YES. MORE FOR KNIVES. I actually really enjoy writing for knives. He's such a complicated character to get right because he hates humans and more often than not the reader is portrayed as human. His feelings are so contradictory but I love it.

You're Only Human (After all)

SUMMARY: Vash, Wolfwood, and Naï, find out that you've been hiding a sickness from them. The outcome feels like a nightmare come true.

NOTES: Vash and knives parts are very long. There's a shit ton of angst but there's also hurt/comfort. I'd say it took me 16 hrs total from start to finish and that's partially because a huge part of Kives original part got deleted and yeah... I couldn't remember some of it. Enjoy tho lol.

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Vash

Setting up camp for the night was no easy task, getting up to gather what everyone needs to sleep comfortably while helping Meryl set up her own tent. Yours always comes last and before you can even finish Roberto is asking you to help him cook. You never stop working and seize every opportunity to stay on your feet, the restlessness that comes with stagnancy kills you. Through constantly throwing yourself into work is painful and tiring, it's been even more so than usual.

"Hey kid. Come and help with this roast."

You ignore Roberto's request, too tired to even think straight much less give a coherent thought, only curling further into the backseat of the truck. In the back of your throat has settled an itch, one that's not quite there but prominent enough to make you force down a cough. It bubbles up suddenly, making you gasp for air in-between coughs. Your throat burns in pain and tenses as it stops.

Soft foot steps pad up to the open door. Meryl peeks in at you with worry before she fixes herself right. "Uh... Sorry if I'm bothering you but could you help me with my tent again?" She clasps her hands together, eagerly waiting for your answer.

Nick watches from the outside of his own tent, gazing at your still form while his hands blindly settle the cross firmly into the sand. He doesn't decide to speak until Meryl extends a hand to tap you. "I'll do it." He offers.

Meryl turns to look at him with a disgruntled smile. "Thanks?" He scoffs. "Yup. Don't mention it. And close the door while you're at it."

Meryl looks at your limp form, not wanting to close any limbs in the door she checks just to be sure before she carefully closes the door. Just before walking away she takes one last peek inside to see if she disturbed you but you haven't moved an inch. Taking a deep breath she turns to stand beside Nick while he puts her tent together.

The night carried on and with it came Vash. To everyone else the night went on as usual but to Vash, a part of him was missing. When he looked for your tent he was sad to find that it hadn't been set up at all. This only worried the blonde further. His stomach would churn with unease the further he looked around. There was no sign on you anywhere. Just as he was about to peek around the truck, a soft finger tapped his shoulder. He turned to find Meryl gazing up at him.

"If you're looking for them..." She points to the truck. "They've been there all evening."

Hia gaze follows her pointed finger to the backseat of the truck. Offering her thanks, he rushes over to the truck and pulls open the door. You lay curled up on the farthest side away from him, your face hidden and tucked away in your arms. Face softening, Vash climbs into the empty space by your feel and closes the door behind him, ensuring privacy.

"Mayfly?" He leans over curiously, his hand slipping under your chin to lift your face into view. You grimace, your head swimming in agony and dizziness. "Are you okay?" His cries crease in concern.

Lazily, you lift a hand to swat him away. Setting your head back on your arms he lifts the back of his hand to your forehead. "You feel hot. Maybe you should get out of the car. Get some fresh air." His hand brushes over your head in a soothing manner.

"I'm fine." He smiles at your half-hearted grumble.

"If you say so..." Swiftly grabbing your shoulder, Vash scoops you up into his arms with ease and scoots to press his back to the door. He spreads his legs and leans back just enough for you to lay comfortably on his chest. You're just lethargic enough that you flop against him, no resistance whatsoever.

He stayed with you until the morning, upset when he kept waking up to you practicing choking in your sleep. Every time he raises a hand to your forehead it burns his skin. You were certainly running a fever of some kind or at the very least sick, he's never seen you so lethargic before. You've always stayed on your feet, working yourself to the brink, till' your legs won't carry you anymore. This might just be one of those spells but you never left the truck. Even when he got out to help everyone pack up you didn't move.

When everyone gathered inside the truck, you didn't move, allowing yourself to get shoved around to make room for Wolfwood and Vash. As Vash climbed in, he scowled at the priest who shoved you about as if you were some object he could just discard. Gently scooping you far enough to slide in. he laid you back down in his lap and held you close, allowing you to get some rather comfortable rest. Hours later, you woke up in a daze. The heat consuming you from head to toe is unbearable, breathing comes harshly.

You can see legs moving through the sand below you as you wake up but very quickly realize they're not yours. You begin to feel hands under each of your knees and your body pressed against another. Below you, Vash's coat flaps into view, the edges of it tugging about with each step.

You groan, dizzy from the heat and disoriented. Your head is reeling about, begging to go back to sleep and crying at the same time. Every part of you aches and your throat feels like it's been grated like fine cheese.

"You're awake!" Vash turns his head to look at you nuzzled into his shoulder. Swallowing harshly, you lift your head to glance at him. "Where are we?"

You cringe at the sound of your own voice, sounding like a decrepit frog that smokes cigarettes. It feels like you haven't drank in forever and your stomach rumbles angrily. Suddenly Vash jumps to keep you up on his back, you whine at the sudden jolt and dig your hands into the chest of his shirt. He grimaces at your painful response.

"You okay?" Forcing yourself to right yourself, you begin to wriggle in his hold. "M' fine. Put me down."

Vash's brows creased with worry. "Are you sure? You've-"

Pushing from his hold you fall into the scorching sands. Hissing in pain, you jump to your feet jostling your brain into a wave of vertigo. Your hand shoots out to find purchase while your vision grows dark. Tingles flood your body as a low dull pain pulses in your head. Two arms scoop you up into security, keeping you from falling back into the hot sands. "Whoa!"

Vash steadies you as you lean against him limply for help. "Slow down. You're not well." His hands move to your shoulders. A long drawn out couch slips from your lips. You shake away from his hole to walk towards the group, they're way ahead of you occasionally glancing back to stop and wait. "I'm fine."

You trudge forward at your own discretion and Vash follows closely behind. "Let me carry you Mayfly." A hand comes to rest at the small of your back. Beneath you, your legs shake horribly, threatening to lose your balance. It's hard just to push forward in the sand without wincing from the sore ache that settles into your bones. "I'll be fine, Vash."

The desert becomes distant, a cold covering your whole body like ice. "I'm..." The sky began to darken, blotting out the light from the suns and the sand beneath you.

"oh!" Slipping forward, Vash stretches an arm over your chest to stop your falling body from collapsing in the sand. The over exertion is obvious and your body makes it hard to deny. Vash can see it clearly, the bleary look in your eyes as he scoops your bridal style in his arms. Gazing down at you with an unreadable expression, he shakes his head. "How long has this been going on?"

You roll your head into his chest, shielding your eyes from the suns. Breathing in to speak you choke out a cough, you can hardly catch a breath in-between. When you finish, your head falls back softly. "A few weeks ago." You mumble weakly.

A frown settles upon his lips as he looks ahead at the horizon, the glare on his shades stops you from seeing his eyes. Those are always a dead give away for how he's feeling. Those shades work wonders for him.

Taking a shaky breath, you relax in Vash's arms. "Don't worry. I'll take you to a doctor. You should rest until then."

You shake your head. "Won't you get tired of carrying me?"

He looks back down at you smiling softly. The smile reaches up to his eyes, softening his gaze and wrinkling the corners of his eyes. "I will. It's okay, I'm supposed to take care of you Mayfly. Just rest." His voice is so soft he's almost whispering. It makes a heat swirl in your chest as you close your eyes.

"I'm sorry Vash."

He chuckles. "It's alright my love."

Wolfwood

Sweat beads along your forehead as you follow the giant wandering cross in front of you. Your wavering pace slows you down even more the longer you push forward. It's so far away now. When was the last time you even had water? God, you can't remember. Trudging through the sands makes the ache in your already sore leg grow worse, you can barely lift your feet from the ground.

Breathing is a labor, it burns your lungs with each breath you take, the longer you go without calling for Nick's help the more dire this starts to become. The dull ache in your head is pounding with the intensity of the suns and your body grows weaker. You regret lying to Nick before he ran out of gas, you knew them you should have said something but the situation was bad enough. You thought saying something then would only cause more worry to settle in Nick's mind and you didn't want to burden him.

Suddenly, searing hot pain blossoms on your exposed skin and sand hugs your body as it lands. Your mind is foggy and blank, you watch Nick grow smaller in the distance not even bothering to look back at you. You rasp his name but your throat doesn't allow you to call any louder than a simple talking tone. After traveling with Nick everywhere, you never thought it would end like this, laying in the sand pathetically sick because of your irrational fear and Inability to ask for help.

Suddenly, in the distance. The space between you and Nick closes in. He runs towards you, tossing the cross all about on his back. Distantly you can hear him call your name for the first time ever, he's only ever called you by silly nicknames. You don't give much care to mutter a response and sink into the sand.

Panic squeezes in Nick's chest and he drops his cross beside him to tend to you. Grabbing your shoulders he turns you over and sits you up in his lap. "C'mon. Don't fall asleep." He begs.

You cough up a laugh. The concern in his face grows even more severe with your seeming obliviousness to the situation. "I'm fine..." You want to shrug him off so bad but even moving feels like hell.

Heart pounding in his chest, Nick swallows harshly "You haven't been fine since we got stranded, have you?" The back of his hand feels freezing as he presses it to your forehead. You grimace with discomfort and whine. "I'm not stupid." Carefully, he stands with you in his arms.

As he turns to walk away you spot his cross on the ground. "Your cross..." Nick acknowledges it with a hum. His face is stern, pointedly staring straight again with his lips pressed into a thin line. "I'll get it back later. You need medical attention first."

You smile. "So you're saying you care?"

His grip on you begins to tighten. *Of course I do! Don't fucking scare me like that again." He growls.

"Sure." Sleep tugs your eyes closed, pulling at your weight the less conscious you become. Nick glares down at you, squeezing you tighter against him. He feels your body grow limp in his arms, heart dropping to his stomach.

"What did I say? Don't fall asleep." You're jostled awake with a groan. "Just let me sleep. Please."

"And if you don't wake up again?" He's become eerily nonchalant. "What then?" The edge in his voice shakes with worry, tracing the thoughts of what might unfold after your death. His chest aches at the thought of losing you and he won't say it but he's scared of losing you. "It'll kill me..."

Nick will never admit it but you do more for him then he lets on. Your company alone could last him a lifetime, your smile, it could make him happy forever. Everything about you fixes everything bad about him and he's not ready to give that up. Especially not over some silly illness. Hearing his words and understanding what he means, you coo quietly and rest your hand over his heart. Your touch quells his fraying nerves.

"I drag you down Nico." Your heart weighs heavy in your chest. "It might be better if you leave me behind."

Stomach clenching wearily, Nick grunts. "No." Venoms laces his tongue. "You idiot. I love you too much to do that." You gaze at him in surprise. "Don't look at me like that. I said what I said. You should just be quiet and conserve your energy."

Hesitant, you gaze at him for a few moments longer before letting your head rest carefully against his chest. "I'll get you help. Just hang in there."

Millions Knives

Sitting beside Naï, he plays the piano. Quietly, you watch his fingers dance over the keys as they belt out a dramatic yet familiar melody. It strikes the soul as misunderstood, you know it well. Many times has Naï played this song in your presence. You've heard everything he plays, as his words command you stay by his side under his watchful eye. Many of his followers take this as a sign of mistrust, a show that the human race will never take his attention. Naï has said to you before: "Hear me and believe my word. My trust in you is not misguided, I only wish to protect you from those who wish to harm you."

Despite hating humans, Naï knows his fair share about the ways they operate. He understands the delicacy of your body and handles it with immense measure and meticulous care. He keeps you near to prevent his followers from making a move to take your life. For him, he even strives to understand more about you, to protect you. His care for you and your well-being runs deep, although Naï doesn't quite understand why it's you he's so careful about, he understands that you make him feel something.

Naï, even in his own strange way, shows that he cares for you. He appreciates the company you keep him and he's not foreign with thanking you. Just the same your appreciation runs deep, he offers you friendship, safety, food, and a place to lay your head at night. Above all else, his friendship and company you find the most rewarding, to know so much about him is to see under his facade. Knowing that underneath all of those sharp blades, a gentle, and caring man resides. Only sparing himself to his closet confidants.

Beautifully, the keys fade into an epilogue, an ending to the story it once opened with. You find that as you watch with a smile your lungs begin to burn. A cough tries to bubble its way past your lips, it takes your breath away and chokes you on the way out. Turning away to cover your mouth, you find it hard to catch your breath and tears blur your vision. The melody that had once carried through the room now falls silent in the stead of your sputtering.

Worry tingles in Naï's chest as you gasp for air beside him, he's unsure of what to do or what this is. His knowledge might be expansive but he still has so much to learn, about sickness, potential threats, the many causes of death. His lack of awareness makes his heart quell with concern and his mind reel is fear.

"Are you alright?" His voice carries through the harmonious room. Tentatively his hand hovers over your back.

You wipe the tears from your eyes to see his angelic face clearly. "It's okay Naï, just choked on my spit."

Cautiously, he looks you over with care checking for abnormalities along your external appearance. Your eyes are dark and lightly sunken, despite noticing this fast Naï goes along with your word and nods in earnest. You feel scrutinized under his gaze, like he's judging every part of you without ever saying a word.

"Choked?" He queries. "Is this choking, dangerous?" His brows crease with worry.

"Well..." Recalling gasping for air, the onslaught of coughing as it keeps you from breathing in deep enough to catch your breath makes you choose your next words with ease. "Yes. It can be, depending on the circumstances. But it can also be prevented"

Intensely focused, Naï nods. "How can this be prevented?" His absolute attention is always divulged onto you anytime you talk, it's endearing, the way he listens to every detail. Nothing you've said has ever been forgotten by him, he remembers everything, making it a point to bring it up when useful later on. It tells you that he cares about what you have to say, knowing that makes your heart soar.

"Drinking a glass of water, or anything of likeness, then there's the heimlich. You should ask Con'rad about that if you want to understand it." Although many of the things that Naï knows about humans have been acquired through you, there are many things you can't find the energy to explain. Best someone else with more knowledge explains it to avoid any confusion.

"I'll go visit him then." Naï stands. "Come. I'll escort you to the room." Gently, you hold his outstretched hand, letting it guide you to your feet. He holds it gingerly as he pulls you alongside him. His hand is soft and warm, inhumanely so, you find comfort in his warmth.

The more time chugs along the more you begin to realize you've fallen I'll, coughing spells out of nowhere, extreme fatigue, loss of appetite. The coughing grows worse with intensity, burning your sore throat, your body wastes energy faster, and waking up in the morning becomes a difficult task. For longer times you would lay in bed seeking the comfort of your companion, Naï, despite hiding your growing illness from him. He's buying into what you told him, though it won't last for very long. If he's really that worried he'll seek the knowledge of Con'rad once again.

He knows your habits even down to the smallest details, including your sleep schedule. Though sleep is the only time he lets you spend alone, that's only in his room, the only ones allowed inside are you and him. As far as his knowledge goes, since you last went in about a day ago, no one has bothered to enter. Not even Naï himself would go to see you. He figured you only needed a little alone time before you might come out again to grace him with your company. The time rolled around for you to come out but the door never opened, Naï waited in anticipation, trying to stace off the minutes to spare you time.

The paranoia got to him before you could.

The whole time you've been inside he's only let the door out of his sight once, for only a short amount of time. Very few people would dare enter knowing what punishment would await them if he ever found out but just the thought of someone going in and hurting you... It makes his blood boil. He paces just outside with worry and frustration beginning to build just beneath the surface. He has to know you're okay, he has to hear you speak... No. No, he needs something more... He has to see you physically. Otherwise, he might just lose his mind wondering what awaits him inside.

Eager to finally see your face again, to hear your voice and feel your touch, he pushes the door open. Eyes scouring the darkness for your form he finally spots you laying still beneath the covers of his bed, you make no sound as the door closes and you stay still even as he says your name. In his chest, his heart begins to pound wildly, sending the rest of his body into a frenzy of feelings.

He rushes to the bedside, a singular blade extending to turn the lights on. The darkness cowers away at the flick of a switch and your form is revealed amongst his mattress. Almost stripped bare of your clothes you lay unmoving, almost as if the life from inside you has been drained. Chest straining, Naï climbs over top of your body lowering his head to your chest, your skin feels cold against his ear as he listens for a heartbeat.

Just underneath your delicate skin beats the rhythm of your life, it beats on even as you lay utterly still. Naï can feel his shoulders relax, the sound of your heart telling him that you're indeed still alive, but as he pulls away to further examine you he knows something's not quite right. it makes his stomach churn with unease. Your skin tone seems off, like something's not quite the same as it was before.

As softly as he can, Naï shakes your body. After the first movement he expects you to come to life with a groan but you don't move. If your heart is still beating, why won't you wake up?

"My flower, wake up. You've slept long enough. I need your company by my side." He shakes you harder this time. "Petal, wake up. I demand it." He tries to sound like he normally does when addressing everyone else but he can't seem to find it in himself to truly yell at you, to demand something of you. Especially not when you're stripped of your freedom at this moment.

Naï's throat tightens, his brows creasing with worry and fear. He's so confused, you usually wake up when he calls for you but now he's got nothing. It scares him, knowing just how fragile you really are, it aside now that he rushes you to Con'rad.

Before he parts to the lab, he envelopes your exposed body in his cloak and carries you in his arms. Nothing like this takes more than the blink of an eye, Con'rad barely even has time to process his master's sudden appearance. Everything is thrust at him at once, the fear and confusion that riddles Naï's face when he presents you to Con'rad, how he begs for him to find out what's wrong, to fix you.

Con'rad frowns at your unconscious body as he takes you from his master's arms. "Careful! Don't hurt them." Naï warns.

Con'rad can only cast him a glance before he sets you down on a table, he collects his supplies needed to check you over and watches as Naï retracts the cloak that is wrapped so tightly around your body.

To plants, a decade is only supposed to feel like a day. So why did Naï feel like it had already been years when it was only minutes. He stared at you intently, waiting for you to wake up, willing you to do something. But you didn't move at all. Naï was anxious from tip to bottom, so to quell his nerves Con'rad began explaining things to him.

"Like we discussed, humans are susceptible to many things, illness being one of them. Should a person go an extended amount of time without medication or medical attention, it can cause death. This happens to be the case with your friend. You're lucky you found them when you did Knives. I can still run this IV to get the right fluids in check. After, you can take them back to your room, the IV has to stay in until it's empty though." He eyes the bleach blond from the corner of his eyes as he tapes the IV to your arm. "Again. You're lucky. They should recover soon. But they'll need plenty of rest."

Naï steps away from the wall he had leaned on, the blades slither out from behind his back and circle you carefully until they meld into his cloak once more. Content, he carefully picks you from the table with ease, using another metal appendage to grasp the IV bag.

"Thank you." Naï bows his head to Con'rad in thanks. Before he can reply Naï is gone again just as fast as he appeared.

Returning back to the privacy of his room, Naï gently sets you at the edge of the bed where he could rest the IV bag beside you. Leaving you swaddled in his cloak, Naï climbs up the bed behind you. For a moment he's hesitant to touch you, like it's the wrong thing to do but he pushes forward. Softly laying an arm over your waist, he pulls you flush against him, his face tucked into the back of your neck. He would lay here until you woke, until then, Naï would relish in the feeling of your body against his and find comfort in your presence by his side.

He might lecture you when you wake up, or inspect you thoroughly for any other sickness, but he also might enjoy your waking company for a moment before he does anything else.

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oftenwantedafton · 3 months

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A New Afton - Stepfather Steve Raglan/William Afton x Stepdaughter Reader

Chapter 4

Rating - Explicit

Warnings - sexual content, daddy kink, praise kink

Also available on AO3

taglist @yellowbunnydreams

William turns the shower on, letting the water warm up for a bit before he steps inside. You follow and he draws your body underneath the hot spray. He feels your eyes tracing the springlock scars on his naked body, a kind of wonder in them. He takes his time lathering you up, smoothing suds all over you, moving more gently when he reaches the place between your thighs that his fingers and his mouth have claimed as his own.

He enjoys the feel of you tucked back against him, the way the curves of your bodies fit together, the way the flatter stretches slot neatly, the perfect balance between the diffences in your heights. He likes drinking the water that pulses on the space between your neck and shoulder. You taste fresh and clean and new.

Back outside the shower and he towels you dry and combs through your hair. Pampering you. Helping you ease into clean pajamas. Your brush your teeth and he watches you in the mirror.

“Want to sleep with me tonight, baby girl?”

You spit your used toothpaste in the sink and cup your hands beneath the faucet, rinsing until there is nothing left but the taste and scent of spearmint when he steals another kiss.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Afton folds his arms across his chest. “And I mean actually sleep. No more missing school. Okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.” So obedient. So easy to manipulate.

You really are an angel.

***

Steve strips the bed. You think it’s more for your sake than anything else. So you don’t think so much about who else normally shares this bed with him.

Now the lights are off and there is crisp cotton beneath you. Untainted. Only your bodies have christened this new space. The dryer sheet’s soft lavender fragrance reawakens when you move. You’re restless. You can’t get settled.

“Baby girl.” Your stepdad’s arm wraps around you and drags you against him. “Relax. I’ve got you.”

“I’m sorry. I’m trying, honestly. Will you talk to me for a little bit?”

“About what?” His fingers comb through your damp tresses and it soothes you instantly.

“How you got your scars.”

“You’re fascinated by them, aren’t you?” he murmurs beside your ear.

“Yes.” You know now exactly how far they extend after seeing Steve’s naked body in the shower. They cover his entire body from neck to ankles. You can’t make any sense of the patterns. You can’t fathom what would ever mark someone that way.

“It happened at the restaurant. Some of the animatronics are designed so a person can operate them from the inside. That means the internal components need to be separate from the individual. There are a lot of things inside an animatronic; a lot of mechanical and electronic components. The devices that keep them safe are called springlocks. As with anything, there are risks. There was a malfunction. The scars are the result of that failure.”

“Did it hurt? That’s a dumb question. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Yes, it hurt.”

“I’m sorry.” You don’t know what else to say.

“Sweet girl, it’s not your fault.”

You don’t like the thought of your stepfather being hurt. You stroke the hand that’s hugging you and realize he’s not wearing his wedding band.

“You’re not wearing your ring.”

“I don’t wear jewelry in the shower. Forgot to put it back on.”

You try to think if he’s had it on at all the last couple of days since your mother left for her trip. His hands all over you and no, there had never been a flash of gold even once.

“You haven’t been wearing it at all,” you persist.

“Would you rather I did?”

“No.”

The silence lengthens. “Do you like being with me?”

“Yes,” you answer truthfully. “I like being with you. I like you.”

A soft satisfied huff of breath. “Okay, Princess. I want you to close your eyes and go to sleep, okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You feel his lips press into your hair and you close your eyes.

***

You awaken to find your arm draped across Steve’s chest, your head tucked into his shoulder.

The room is still dark. Daybreak hasn’t yet arrived.

You listen to the rhythm of his breathing. A slow in and out. Still asleep.

You slowly move your arm, pushing the top sheet and comforter down as you go. Let your hand rest along his sternum. Fingers drifting down. Now on his abdomen. Easing a little lower. Elastic of the waistband beneath you. Your breath is held, listening to his. It’s changed. He’s awake. You gather your courage and stroke down and feel his cock stirring in response, pressing against the fabric, against your questing digits.

“Princess.”

You freeze.

“What are you doing to me?” He doesn’t sound upset. He’s just…you don’t know. Observing. Curious.

“I want to make you feel good.”

“Hmmm,” he murmurs drowsily. “You want to wrap those little hands around Daddy’s big cock?”

Immediate throbbing in your pussy. “Yes…”

“Well take it out then, baby girl.”

You prop yourself up and fumble with the fly of his pants and his boxer briefs, trying to extricate him. His cock slaps against your palm, the flesh searing hot. You wrap your left hand around it and stroke up and down uncertainly. There’s just so much of it. Thick and long and…it’s intimidating. You don’t know how it’s ever going to fit inside of you.

“Is it…I don’t know what I’m doing,” you admit quietly.

“Spend more time underneath. Roll your fingers over the head. Looser circle towards the bottom then tighter at the top. Here.” His hand covers yours, a shade less heated than the cock in your hand. He’s always so warm. He guides your movements. You feel stiff and awkward and try to force your hand to relax, to become limp and malleable. There’s moisture leaking from the tip and it glides over the ridged space where the curves meet underneath and Steve inhales sharply. “There you go, baby girl. You’re getting it.”

You feel the pulse in your sex. It’s so erotic touching your stepfather like this. You like pleasing him. You wish the room wasn’t quite so dark so you could see his cock better; watch the expressions on his features as you make him feel good.

“You should swap hands and lie back so I can touch you, too.”

His arm pillows your head as you comply, your right hand now on his cock. He shoves a hand inside your pajamas and panties and slides through the dewy slick between your lips. “So wet already, sweet girl. You like touching Daddy’s cock that much?”

“I love it.” You do. You absolutely love stroking your stepfather’s leaking cock. You love his fingers sliding through your pussy. You love every dirty thing you’ve done with him.

“Love, hmmm? You really love it?” His breath pants hotly against your hair.

“Yes, Daddy.” His fingers rub over your clit and you arch your hips, sending them back towards your entrance. “Inside me, Daddy, please.” It’s still sore and tender there but the ache of desire is so, so much more prevalent.

“You want me to fuck you with my finger?”

“Yes,” you gasp. You’re starting to find it difficult to focus on what your hand is doing, your attention shifting to his instead.

“You’re so tight, baby girl.” Pressure as his middle finger struggles to fit inside your canal. “How am I going to fit this big, fat cock inside there?”

You moan and writhe against him. It feels good today. Better than it had last night. You’re already getting used to it.

“Please, Daddy…”

He shifts, his upper body now angled above yours, still partly cradled beneath your head, his finger pistoning in and out. “You want it? Tell me.”

“Please…I want you to fuck me with your cock.”

“And then what? What if I came inside that sweet cunt of yours? Just filled your belly up. Bred my little girl. Would you like that, baby?”

You both know you’re on the pill. You don’t want to get pregnant and yet…the thought of it. The sound of it spilling from his lips…

“Yes, Daddy. I want your cum inside me.”

His panting mouth hovers near yours. You know you’ve gotten lazy with your strokes but it’s getting more and more difficult to focus when he’s talking such filth to you. Your pussy is soaked. Every time his hand shoves against you, there’s a sloppy, squelching, suctioning noise. Your pelvis grinds against him. You want him deeper; you want more. The familiar knotted feeling inside of you grows. His intruding finger crooks when it enters.

“Daddy…Daddy…Daddy…” Over and over and over. Your hand is sloppy loose over his cock as the knot inside you unwinds, spiraling free. His mouth finds yours, heavy and wet and gasping.

The arm supporting your head slides free as he moves over you, one knee and forearm bracing his weight just above you, the mattress creaking. He takes your hand and brings it back to his cock and you both stroke him together, fast and rough and tight.

He nips at your neck and your jaw and sucks your bottom lip. “You’re so good. So perfect for me.” You lift your head to capture his lips. “You’re going to make me cum all over you.” He moans against your throat and you feel the hot spray of semen splatter across your abdomen and chest.

A little thrill of triumph runs through you. You’ve done it. You’ve made your stepfather blow his load. Why was it so satisfying? You can’t help but grin.

You can see his features now, the room becoming gray as dawn approaches.

He studies you with those dark eyes of desire.

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William sinks into the living room couch and sighs, loosening the knot of his tie and tugging it free. It had been a day. Exhausting. Amazing how many needy, incompetent people there are out there. Amazing how he has charmed and lied his way through that entire career, earning awards for things like Best Regional Social Worker 1998. If they only knew the truth. If they only knew what kind of counsel he kept after hours.

You appear from the kitchen and climb into his lap and he hums appreciatively. Suddenly things don’t seem quite as bleak. “How was your day, baby girl?”

“It was good. I got an A on my Biology project.” You pull off his glasses and tuck them into his shirt pocket. “How was yours?”

His hands cup your ass cheeks and stroke along your thighs. You’re still wearing your school uniform. “Hmmm…tu parles français, n’est çe pas? Comme ci, comme ça.”

“Oui. Je parle français un petit peu.” You grin at him.

“Très bien, ma petite fille.” He grins back at you.

“I’ve been taking it since junior high. I didn’t know you spoke French.”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me,” he murmurs, a small secret smile curving his mouth.

“Like what?” Your fingers are laced on the back of his neck. You’re bolder today, he thinks. More confident after making him spill his seed all over you that morning. His cock twitches at the memory.

“What do you want to do tonight?” William smoothly evades your query by asking one of his own. “Besides that,” he says, seeing the hunger in your gaze. Intimacy is inevitable. Your further corruption awaits. But he’s going to edge for a little longer. “We should go out somewhere.”

“What about the restaurant? Is it close by?”

“The restaurant. Now that’s a brilliant idea. It’s on the other side of town. Twenty five minute drive probably. You wanna go?”

You nod.

“Okay. Let’s go to Freddy’s. Just give me a few minutes to shower and get changed.”

You slide off William’s lap with a sigh, and he heads into the bathroom. He hasn’t been back to his pizzeria for several weeks. A visit was long overdue.

Standing under the stream of water he feels some of the tension from the day leave his shoulders and spine. He imagines walking beside his stepdaughter in the darkened ruins of his business, the dust motes dancing on the slants of fading afternoon light that spill in through the windows.

He thinks of the yellow rabbit costume and his cock lurches again. Your legs clenching a stuffed animal between them. The larger version fucking into you, your legs wrapped around the fur and metal as he pounds into you. His fingers stroke over the head of his dick and he hisses in pleasure, the sound lost in the pulsing pressure of the shower water. Yes, you were going to meet the rabbit one day.

He’s suddenly impatient to be back to you, shutting the faucet off and toweling off quickly. He’s just finished tugging on jeans and a navy plaid button front shirt when you push the cracked door open the rest of the way.

“I’m almost ready.” He slides his wristwatch back into place, the stretchy band closing over the joint. A gift from you for Christmas last year. In truth probably picked out and paid for by his wife, but he’s ignoring that fact, just like he’s ignoring the wedding band that sits on a tray on the counter. “We’ll have to pick something up to eat on the way since there’s nothing in the kitchen at Freddy’s. Have a picnic maybe. I promise I’ll do better for dinner tomorrow. I’ll go shopping. Or we can go together. Okay?”

“It sounds fun.” You rest your back against the doorframe, looking up at him through your lashes. “Can we have steak?”

“We certainly can.” One hand sits on your waist. Your blouse is untucked.

“And baked potatoes?”

“Mmm-hmm.” He leans and kisses your neck and feels you shiver.

“And a salad.”

“Sure.” Another kiss. “And I’ll pick up some wine, too.”

“Are you going to get me drunk and have your way with me?” You bite your bottom lip.

“I don’t need to get you drunk for that.” He tugs on your ear lobe with his teeth, biting lightly.

“Are you sure you want to go out?”

He laughs softly, the hand at your waist stroking down to your hip. What a little vixen you were becoming, and it was only day three.

You drop to your knees, your hands trailing over William’s body as you descend. You look up and he looks down. You kiss the seam of his fly. His erection hasn’t gone unnoticed. Your breath is hot against him through the denim material. His fingers weave and knot gently in your hair.

The telephone rings.

William’s hand stills and drops. He feels you tense against him before rocking back to sit on your heels.

“It’s probably mom,” you say softly.

“It probably is,” your stepfather agrees.

“You’re not going to answer it?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m busy,” he snaps impatiently.

You rise. The phone eventually goes silent, the mood clearly shifted.

“Do you even like my mom?” Your voice sounds so small in the sudden stillness.

He lifts your chin and stares into your eyes. “I like you. That’s what matters, right?”

You swallow loudly. “Yes, Daddy.”

“That my good girl. Let’s go, Princess.”

#william afton x reader #william afton x you #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan x you #fnaf fanfic #william afton #steve raglan #fnaf movie #dividers credit @saradika-graphics

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stargirlfics · 3 months

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Hey. I absolutely love your head cannons. I have another one for you. Alfred turning reader down gently because he thinks she is too young for him. She is really hurt but does not want him to know. But he realises that she withdraws from him. Then he finds out that she is actually older than he thought.

Thank you so much! 💕

Ooh I love a little angst and this gives me some unrequited love vibes, but with a happy ending once he realizes he misunderstood!

Actually me, withdrawing and having a breakdown cause i would probably be too young for him dhdjdj

Just thinking about the ache there, the fact that Alfred turns you down gently, somehow an even bigger blow that way because you mustered up the courage to tell him you’re interested in him like gosh, the gentleness and respect he would show you while telling you he can’t reciprocate would almost make it sting more because he’s being the endearing, kind man that made him so attractive to you in the first place!

Maybe the hurt extends both ways a bit because Alfred had been looking at you also, pretty much since you’d come to stay at Wayne Manor and put in charge of upkeep of the manor’s library. Bruce had hired you, I imagine as a surprise to Alfred after he’d mentioned to Bruce one day that he was going to need help restoring and keeping up with the extensive library.

So Alfred went to Bruce with a few nonchalant questions, nothing out of the ordinary when he passed it off as inquiring about a new hire but the answers leave him a little disappointed and he’s a bit caught off guard at just how disappointed he is, Bruce dropping a comment about how he wasn’t the youngest person at Wayne Manor anymore, you were.

He hadn’t specified how young but that didn’t matter, Alfred already thinks that means too young for him to be interested in, it wouldn’t be appropriate especially because you were working for him and staying in the house. He wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable or make you feel pressure when he’s sure you wouldn’t be interested in an older man like himself let alone your employer at that.

But you’ve spent more and more time near each other and all those little chunks of time and conversation build up and you both blossom a crush for each other quietly, blind to each other’s lingering eyes! Until the moment you finally decide to tell him and it’s so hard not to crumble in front of him when he says,

“I’m far too old for someone like yourself, miss. I would only stifle you. You deserve someone more your age, a proper relationship and those days are behind me I am afraid.”

I would be in shambles. 🥺

He thinks he’s done you a favor, shown you as much mercy as possible, trying to put the fault in himself in hopes that you’d move on painlessly, that it wouldn’t hurt you so much as it hurts him to have said that but he’s misunderstood that also!

It hurts more than you expect, for so many reasons and it hurts to be around him, to face him when all you want is for him to grab you and tell you he doesn’t care about anything that may keep you from being together and that he just wants you. So you withdraw, you start avoiding him, you’re no longer in the library when he expects you to be, he doesn’t even catch you in passing anymore it’s like you’ve shut yourself away and he’s made restless about it.

It worries him, Alfred hates the thought of you being hurt by him, that he thought your confession of interest in him was surface level. He feels guilty but knows it’s for the best, it just wouldn’t be right for him to pursue anything. He had to start getting you out of his thoughts. Thoughts he realized seemed to be frequent.

Maybe after that Alfred goes to Bruce again, mentions that he hasn’t seen you lately, wondered if you were sick or on vacation and Bruce clocks the slight tinge of concern in his voice and that’s when he asks if something had happened between you guys. Please the drama, the way assuming things gets us nowhere but hurt feelings!

Alfred explains what happened and that he turned you down and Bruce is like….when I said youngest I meant by a year and it’s a big ohhh moment for him and also a relief because he feels much more confident in tentatively pursuing something, still worried about what lines were crossed by all this but also not being able to ignore how much he wanted to see you right now, that he missed your presence.

So he’s excusing himself then because now he understands and he’s got an apology and some confessions of his own to tell you, his feet carrying him to the one place he knows he might find you…in the library where this all began.

The hurt/comfort vibe is really everything to me! Thanks for this headcanon, anon hope you enjoy this little ramble of what it might be like! 💞

#age gap mention #alfred pennyworth x reader #alfred pennyworth angst #alfred pennyworth x black reader #alfred pennyworth x f!reader #alfred pennyworth fluff #alfred pennyworth headcanons

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journey-to-the-attic · 5 months

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I've just discovered the pet zoo au and I.am.obsessed.

NO CUZ LIKE IMAGINE IK AND BELPHIE LISTENING TO "WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY" AND BELPHIE JUST STARTES MAKING FOX NOISES ON THAT PART.

Also for some reason I think beels "woof" would be like that one meme with the husky where the humans are trying to sush it and he just lets out the most definde 'woof' ever.

Another thing,what if they tried to write out their names??? Like Satan steps in int and tries to make multuple paw prints on a paper to draw out his name in a way (he fails)

Also, it's said that crows can learn some words...what if crow Mammon (due to being magic as well) manages to start saying a few words and even starts making full on sentences. Can just imagine him flying through the window and landing in front of Ik and her dad like "feed me mortals or perish" as a joke to freak them out BC 'omg a talking crow' AND THEY INSTEAD START SCREAMING THWIR BUTTS OFF WHILE MAMMON IS TRYING TO CALM THEM DOWN BUT IT ONLY TURNS WORSE.

On the talking crow Mammon topic,what if he tells Ik what the others want to tell her?? Like "Yeah Lucifer wants you to put more Britney Spears" or "Levi wants to watch you play this game" or "Asmo says you gotta go pet him"

(wanna hear more from you tho BC I like your hcs, they're funny and silly)

orders given, orders received (/j i've been wanting to talk more about this au too!!)

i love the idea of the brothers attempting to communicate their names,, i feel like lucifer and/or satan would come up with some really smart method of going about it (like laying out books or ripping up a newspaper and using the letters), but ik and her dad are just like 'ah, what silly animal antics' and clean up the mess without even noticing what they're trying to spell out

so at first they just all have nicknames-

lucifer: peter (as in Peter the Peacock)

mammon: car (crow goes "caw!", caw sounds like 'car', ergo, car)

levi: socks (on the first morning after they took the animals in, ik found him trying to hide inside one. it's also funny because usually you get cats or dogs named this)

satan: paddy (aunt lisa picked this one - as in st paddy, for his green eyes)

asmo: duchess (ik had a feeling he'd like it)

beel: boof (it's the noise he makes)

belphie: hu (from the chinese word for fox (zhao picked this one). sometimes it's extended to hu-hu)

at first, satan and asmo are the only ones who like their new nicknames, while everyone else is mostly neutral on theirs, apart from lucifer, who HATES his

however, he still responds to it, so really it's his fault that it sticks

eventually everyone warms up to their new nicknames, but they'd still like their new family to know their actual ones

i like the idea of mammon learning speech, so yes he'd be the one to eventually relay the message!

he hops around on ik's shoulder going "lucifer! lucifer! lucifer!", and ik thinks her crow friend is conducting a ritual up until she realises he keeps pointing his beak at peter the peacock

she does switch to their actual names once she learns them, but in her head she still tends to refer to them by their nicknames, and they still respond when she uses them aloud

mammon's language would be more fluent than a regular crow's, but i don't think he'd generally be able to string together full sentences

so it's more like a "hey! food!" when he's hungry, "kid? okay?" when he's concerned, "levi. bowl. broke!" when he's snitching

he can manage full sentences if he tries really hard, but he usually can't be bothered, so he saves them for when he's serious

for example, if ik were getting bullied, he would go full fluency mode to say "i'm gonna kill them for you"

the other brothers are mostly happy to just chill (particularly levi and belphie), but lucifer gets so restless with no work to do that he starts assigning himself random chores to occupy himself

for example he's decided it's his job to open all the curtains in the morning and close them at night

ik starts bringing home random worksheets from school and lucifer will just sit there staring at them (he doesn't have hands to write with so he just has to answer mentally)

levi has a little box by the window from which he can see the tv and also sunbathe

ik brings home a sheet of stickers so that he can pick some to decorate with

beel is SUCH a big dog that he would take up the whooole sofa or bed if he sat there, so usually he very politely sticks to the floor

but then they buy him a big blanket and he starts carrying it with him from room to room to rest on (belphie also steals it a lot)

everyone has their own little spots around the house where they usually stay, apart from mammon, who is nearly always found on ik's shoulder

if ik isn't home he will stand on zhao's head instead

satan nearly always sleeps on either ik or zhao's bed and at some point his habit extends to the others, so they start taking it in turns being 'guards' for both humans at night

lucifer pretends to be above it as if he DOESN'T trot himself right to rooms and stay there the whole night as soon as it's his turn

whenever ik's stressed out from school she comes home and just plonks herself on beel

he's such a big dog that he barely even feels it so he's perfectly happy to be a big fluffy pillow

levi spends most of his time in his box but he'll also be quite happy to go around the house draped around ik's neck and listening to her narrate her whole day to him

sometimes ik brings asmo ribbons and such and he gets so excited that he does that jumpy twisty thing rabbits do (i think it's called binkying?)

asmo and satan both get the zoomies but satan's always so embarrassed about it afterwards, while asmo simply owns the energy and then flops over for pats afterwards

belphie's normally very quiet and docile but occasionally he'll just SCREAM and it scares everyone in the house

#answering asks #anon asks #pet zoo au #jtta aus #i'm thinking about how this was proposed as a post-fall sort of nightbringer au....#there's so much potential in translating the brothers' nightbringer development in this au #but aside from the drama i think getting to be animals just chilling with these two nice humans would be a form of therapy in and of itself #since satan's still newborn here maybe his love for cats in this au comes from having been one during this situation #that reminds me though... eventually they'll have to fix this #diavolo and barbatos figure out where the brothers have ended up and arrive to bring them to the devildom as they were meant to go #so they're trying to secretly sneak them out to turn them back to normal and stuff #but it turns into kid's movie slapstick as ik and her dad assume they're Nefarious Animal Control Guys attempting kidnap #and the brothers aren't really making it much easier because... they kinda want to stay here now #but eventually they will have to go and oh no now i've made myself sad thinking about it

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liketwoswansinbalance · 5 months

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Man's Fallibility & Immortality

I found a practically perfect song, by my interpretation, to add to my Rise to Fall playlist. (I haven't cleaned up/updated the playlist fully, so I'm not posting the whole thing yet, but I think this particular song warrants its own post.)

First, listen to the song: Nothing's New - Rio Romeo

Then, what follows below is something of a tragedy-analysis, abstract, meta-thing/omniscient prose narration experiment. I don't know what it is—an outpouring of thoughts. It may strike a similar chord as my narration at the end of Simony and its epilogue.

(Simony was a prediction fic I wrote before the publication of Fall. An extremely erroneous one though. I still think it could work, but oh, how wrong I was.

The direction Soman took the plot in, just, it was unpredictable, even if I did enjoy the book. I still like Rise better than Fall though, of the duology. If Rise had just ended at the point of: Vulcan is dead, Rafal tortures his students, and the brothers gradually learn to trust each other again, that would've been nice and comforting, honestly. But no, substitutes, substitutes, substitutes! On both sides. Drives me insane. Ack! But, I have four, short fics planned that have alternate endings to Rise and to Fall, to make up for it. Well, one of them is so far a little longer, three chapters long.)

If anyone wants me to analyze the actual lyrics more closely, I'm willing to do that too!

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The tales.

They are all the same.

Good winning, Evil winning.

What difference does it make after centuries, really?

Everything probably feels numb and empty after a certain point.

Like nothing matters anymore.

Undiluted apathy after that certain point.

When? I've lost track.

When losses and victories all ring hollow, and all sound the same.

The End.

That's all It wrote.

The sum of lives distilled down to ink and illustrations.

Nothing beyond that. No life, no spark.

What more is there? When nothing will ever satisfy the restless souls, not even an Ending all to themselves.

Just pages that will yellow with time even if the stories themselves are timeless because nothing changes.

Nothing ever changes.

There's no evolution.

Every tale is the same.

It becomes nothing after nothing, not victory after victory, when you're ageless like we are.

And how, if that's how it is?

Why bother?

Why bother at all?

It's a cycle that continues, with or without the brothers.

Ceaseless.

So, why should it matter?

It's the same with or without them.

Their position was always ceremonial.

After a while, anyone becomes tiring. Anyone.

And one person just isn't enough, when you have no one else.

No one else to shield you.

It gets old. The love just... fades, and wears out.

Perhaps, human love can only span for so long, and that's why humans are mortal.

Made mortal, and no one should traverse beyond that.

It always leads to hubris, and then, a fall.

An unnatural fear of death trained into them, when limits were never set, when power was never checked, when they expected to have all the time in the world.

Nothing is built to last. At least, not by the Storian.

It does whatever it pleases.

You can't extend a life past its time.

It will always end in ruin. Isn't that the lesson the storybooks teach?

A cautionary tale.

Again and again, the cycle continues.

Every failed holy-grail of immortality, every spilled cup drawn from the fountain of youth, every cursed head of lettuce, every white snake, every chalice of sleeping draught that led to execution after execution, every baptism that succumbed to primordial wickedness, every impoverished fisherman's hovel?

Why not a tale about two brothers?

One where two are felled.

To caution against mortal greed that even immortality can't peel away.

To caution against always wanting more until you're left with nothing.

Nothing at all.

Just like how you can't truly resurrect anyone as who they once were, you can't revive the soul that a person once was.

And you can't play at being God because it defies the rules of nature.

And all that we know about transience and permanence and how ephemeral everything else is.

Everything but Man, who vies to leave a legacy wherever he goes, at any price, even at the cost of his soul, not life.

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Now, I do wonder if I made anyone emotional? I certainly tried this time around, to be a provocateur like Soman is. Tell me what you think, if you want.

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wackybuddiemewbs · 1 year

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Okay, another thing that's sending me PLACES:

The fact that Eddie's the one who convinces Buck to hustle his poker family.

It's so much fun to see (and so many hearteyes), but on a more serious note here: How wonderful is this for a guy like him???

Like, we've learned about Eddie that he had to grow up fast and be "the man in the house", while his father was gone. Since last season, we know how deeply that trauma's run for him (and how that affected his marriage and his first interactions with his son, until he decided to break the vicious cycle). In that way, Eddie likely didn't have as much unrestrained fun as children his age were having (and were supposed to have).

That already made my heart melt for him in his interactions with the rest of the 118. They fool around, they play games, they play pranks. And Eddie's a happy participant in all of them.

But the poker thing is the first time (if memory doesn't fail me) that we see Eddie *initiate* the tomfoolery. Like, it could've been that he initiated e.g. pranks on Bobby or Hen before, but we never got to see it. He was simply part of the pranksters. But here, we very clearly see that Buck has no idea why they are getting dressed up and go out.

Like, ever since Eddie started therapy, he's come more into his own. And I love to see how comfortable he feels, particularly with Buck, to "let loose" and have unrestrained fun. More so because he seemingly grasped that he has to find things to do that aren't entirely about Christopher. He's having "another family" he's enjoying adult fun with. They don't talk about his kid. It's not about him being a dad. Eddie is just Eddie, playing poker (and looking hella dapper).

And I do believe that this is so special foremost in his interactions with Buck. Because normally, you'd expect Buck to be like this all the time, with Eddie reigning him in. But here we have Eddie going like: Babe, let's do crime. Whereas Buck just makes Confused Buck Noises™.

Eddie is comfortable with the 118 and especially with Buck in... basically being the version of himself he had to store away for a long time. And I do believe Buck being the way he is actually helped Eddie open up to that side of him. Because Buck is often immature (affectionate). He's the guy who pouts about wanting to do treasure hunts. And Eddie acts all cool until they are among themselves, and then he's a total muppet about it.

Which is a long-ass way of saying:

Just how perfect are they for each other???

Like, Buck's personality helps Eddie reconnect with what I feel is a part he's neglected for a long time. And he's so much more comfortable with it now that he can perceive himself much better as "just Eddie" and not just dad or firefighter.

And to flip that back on its head another time, Eddie's personality matches Buck's in so many ways that it'd deserve a separate post. But two things stand out to me in the current context of the narrative:

1) Eddie seemingly gets Buck out of his own head, by letting him hustle poker with him. Last episode, Buck was very restless until he finally got home to the OTC (One True Couch™). So maybe Eddie wasn't just in for the money (or steaks) but also to be closer to Buck and to offer him a way not get lost in his head. That it's okay to have fun again, after what he just went through, even though he will have to think about his trauma many more times. Which would be very much on-brand for Eddie. And it might be just what Buck needs.

2) Eddie's welcoming Buck into those "secret" or private places and shares them with him. I think it was very purposeful that Eddie was shown to have kept that poker club from Buck, but then invites him into this space (and then drops the 3 minutes and 17 seconds line). It's just a that one sentence, but in that space, Eddie lets Buck catch a glimpse at that horrible moment that lasted 3 minutes and 17 seconds. He invites Buck to spend time with him and Christopher and places it inside Buck's apartment (he's extending his home to include Buck's). He lets him crash on his couch and makes Buck talk about his feelings in his kitchen. That is very much the opposite of what Buck got as a child, as he is more accustomed to radio silence and not being allowed to be part of certain parts of peoples' lives.

And I think that's something this episode highlighted beautifully. How their personalities and ways of going about each other facilitate one another to feel more comfortable being themselves. Be it in reconnecting with a part of their childhood they had to let go of, or giving them a chance to exist without any labels for their various purposes (firefighter, donor, dad, miracle baby (I'm still salty over that one, Margaret!!!), legal guardian, etc.). They are just Eddie and Buck, and they give each other the opportunity and inspire each other to create that room for themselves.

And I think that's just beautiful.

And damn sexy.

I mean.

Look at them:

#buddie #buck x eddie #eddie x buck #evan buckley #evan buck buckley #eddie diaz #911 spoilers #911 season 6 #911 season 6 spoilers

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hello, can i please, please, PLEASE ask for a sequel to „stupid prick”?? i’m obsessed with medic!reader and grumpy and vulnerable levi 😭 can they meet in the survey corps headquaters, where he has to be patched up after a dangerios mission and she is the new best medic around? and they recognize each other and hanji sees that and tries to lowkey get them get together and release the pent up sexual frustration from years back? bc wveryone around sees what is happening 🔥🔥and bc they obviously have the hots for each other his recovery process is getting more and more steamy ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 i love your writing so much, thank you for all you do 💕💖💕

A/N: Hey guys!!! I’m finally back!! WHOO! 😂😅 It feels so good to be posting a fic again, I just hope tumblr doesn’t eat this one like it usually does 😑 I actually wanted to post this one last night instead, but I ended up extending it and writing like four extra pages in the middle and at the end so I wanted to take today to edit it and make sure it actually sounded okay lol. But I really hope this is what you guys were looking for!! This one has been a popular demand so I really hope I did it justice! I don’t feel like it is my best piece, but it was really fun to write anyway! Also, since you didn’t necessarily specify in the ask, I just went ahead and made this a full NSFW, so warnings for that will apply, but it’s not til the very end. Okay, now enough bullshit from me, here is the sequel to “Stupid Prick”! Thank you so so much for your sweet compliments, they seriously make my day 🥺❤️ I hope you guys enjoy!!

(Warning: NSFW!! Minors DNI plz! It’s not super nuts but I would like to point out that this fic features unprofessional conduct and misuse of a hospital room and certain medical supplies. Plz never try this at home, it is fiction and even though I tried to make it as realistically applicable as possible, it’s still not something you should try lol)

🐉 Song Recommendation: “Lost With You” By: Patrick Watson 🐉

Word Count: ~10.8k

Part 1 is here!

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🔥 Damn Idiot 🔥

What time is it?

The sky was dark, swallowing the moon whole and leaving nothing but the weak, distant light of the stars to combat the shadows of the night. A soft breeze was rustling the leaves outside, flowing in through the cracked open window of the lead medical office, filling the space with a gentle coolness, one that sent pleasant tingles down the spine but failed to coax goosebumps to the surface of skin. The flame of the lone candle sitting on the largest desk in the room fluttered in that breeze but did not die out, casting dancing shadows along the walls as its warm, golden hue was toyed with.

It must be late, I should go to sleep soon.

As if the room itself could hear her thoughts, a tall grandfather clock in the corner of her office, a gift from her old master, started to chime. (Y/N) groaned as the somewhat dull sound, one she was usually fond of, clanged through her head. It sounded louder all of a sudden, making her skull pound with even sharper pulses than it had before. She laid her head down, resting her throbbing forehead on her crossed arms, silently counting the number of chimes.

1… 2… 3…

She counted until the clock slowed to a stop, the final clang ringing in her ears long after the pendulum had ceased moving.

Damn it.

It was four in the morning. (Y/N) knew she needed to sleep, needed to be sharp so she could do her best to heal the soldiers of the Survey Corps when they came back from their week long expedition, but she felt too restless. She had tried everything from teas to calming creams to soaking in a bath. Nothing had worked to settle her frazzled nerves, to quiet her overactive brain.

The worst part was, she didn’t even know why she was feeling so bothered. It had been years since she’d escaped from the Underground and made it back to her healing center with her old master. She had long since completed her training and had been with the Survey Corps ever since. She was used to seeing the worst injuries imaginable. At least, as used to it as one could be when faced with tragedy and misery. She had seen everything from bodies ripped in half to faces that were no longer recognizable. On several occasions, she had beared witness to the death of a comrade shortly after their arrival to the infirmary, their wounds too severe for even her to fix, despite her reputation.

But something was bothering her. She couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, but something felt different about this expedition, and it was making her nervous. She had thought that maybe catching up on some of the paperwork waiting for her on her desk would help distract her, but all it had ended up doing was give her a headache and a sour attitude.

Get a grip, (Y/N), you’re a medic for the Survey Corps for fuck sake. You can do this. Just go the fuck to sleep.

Forcing her head up from her desk, (Y/N) stood and blew out the candle beside her before turning on her heel to head to her bedroom. It was attached to her office, a door connected just to her left, but the walk felt as if it were miles long, her feet dragging across the wooden floor with every step. By the time she collapsed face first into her bed, her very bones were aching with exhaustion but her mind still refused to settle, making her feel jittery despite herself. She gritted her teeth, clenching the sheets in her fists as she tossed and turned, trying to beat her bed into submission, as if that would somehow cure this never-ending insomnia.

“God damn it!” (Y/N) growled when sleep still refused to come, pushing herself up onto her elbows so she could hang her head over the pillow, trying her hardest not to scream out in frustration.

“Calm down, brat. You’re already an annoying pain in my ass, no need to make it worse.”

(Y/N)’s head jolted up in surprise, the voice so clear, so close in her ear that she could’ve sworn he was right next to her.

Levi.

It had been years since she had last seen him. Since she had escaped from the human trafficking operation with him and brought him back from the edge of death. It had been years since she had made the promise to see him again.

The thought made a pang of guilt rip through her chest. She had never forgotten him, not even for a second, but that didn’t mean she didn’t still feel as if she had betrayed him. She had tried her best to make it back down to the Underground, against her better judgment, but by the time she had finally made it back to that filthy, dilapidated house on the corner, they were already gone. She had searched for any sign of them, of the grumpy raven, the bright redhead, and the charming blonde, but it was almost as if they had never existed. She had left the Underground that day distraught and wondering if it all really had been just a dream, something her brain had conjured up as a way to cope with the trauma of the human trafficking ring.

But then why did his voice sound so real? So familiar? She could picture all of them so clearly, and a part of her could almost still smell the fresh linen scent that always radiated from Levi, even when he was laying in a pool of his own blood in the dingy basement of a madman. They were real, she knew that. They were also most likely dead. She knew that too.

Rolling onto her back, (Y/N) rested her laced hands on her stomach and stared at the ceiling, considering what she would say back if he were sitting beside her in that moment. A tiny quirk to her lips appeared as she remembered the way she used banter with the three of them, but what really made her smile was when she imagined Levi’s annoyed scowl, aimed right at her whenever she sassed back at him. She would’ve never told him to his face but she had loved riling him up with snarky comments and teasing remarks. His scowl was just so adorable sometimes, especially when he was wrapped in bandages and lying helplessly in his bed. It made him look like a pouting child who didn’t get his way, rather than the dangerous criminal she knew he was.

But that was what made it all the more thrilling, all the more enjoyable when standing by his side. He was the most feared thug in the Underground and yet he lowered his walls for her. It made her giddy, remembering the way he had briefly embraced her before she left, giving her a light squeeze, as if afraid to let her walk out the door.

Until the thoughts of their empty, abandoned house flashed back into her mind, reminding her that maybe he had been right to be afraid. It was almost as if he had known he was never going to see her again, but had let her walk out the door anyway, not wanting to drag her down with him.

Gods, she missed them. She thought it was pretty ridiculous to miss them as much as she did when she was only with them for a couple of weeks, most of which was spent in silence and dark tension as Levi’s life hung in a delicate balance, but she couldn’t help it. She just wanted to know that they were okay, and maybe, selfishly, get to see them one last time.

Closing her eyes, (Y/N) let the wave of grief wash over her before rolling onto her side and pulling the blankets up to her chin, burying her face in the warm sheets in a desperate attempt to seek comfort.

“Goodnight Levi, goodnight Farlan, goodnight Isabel,” (Y/N) whispered into the empty room. “Wish me luck tomorrow.”

“Doctor!”

(Y/N) was already standing and in the process of slinging her medical bag over her shoulder by the time Squad Leader Hanji kicked open her door to slam against the back wall. Hanji had always been known for their hyper, messy qualities, their energy always giving them an air of optimistic insanity, but one look at the scientist made adrenaline pump through (Y/N)’s veins, her heart pounding against her chest.

Hanji was breathing so hard their voice came out brittle, their eyes wide and their hair yanked messily from their bun, the blood and dirt caked strands falling to leave dark streaks on their cheeks. They were leaning heavily against the door frame, their knuckles bleached white from the force with which they grasped the wood, forcing themself to stay standing despite their obvious pain and exhaustion.

“I’m here, where am I needed?” (Y/N) asked, whisking past Hanji only to pause and offer the squad leader a shoulder to lean on. They tried to wave (Y/N) off but the medic refused, allowing her comrade to lean heavily against her as they made their way to the infirmary.

“Emergency ward,” Hanji coughed. “Humanity’s Strongest is down; needs immediate care.”

Alarm flashed through (Y/N)’s system followed by a wave of dread. Humanity’s Strongest Soldier? She had never met the man, never even seen him in action or otherwise. All she had ever known of him were the rumors that had made their way to the infirmary or her office from her fellow medical staff and the patients who stayed for longer than a day in the infirmary wing. And now she was expected to heal him, the most powerful soldier in the Corps, the one man who holds the hope of all of humanity in his palms. If she were to fail in any way…

(Y/N) shook her head, forcing the negative thoughts from her mind. She had to focus, if she went into this unsure of herself, she’d never be able to succeed. “Thank you Hanji, don’t worry, I’ll take it from here. All I need you to do is get some rest and focus on healing, okay?”

Finally reaching the emergency wing, (Y/N) settled Hanji into the first empty bed she found, making sure the Squad Leader was properly tucked in with their leg supported and elevated before reluctantly leaving the rest to another doctor so she could find the one who needed her help the most. Turning around, (Y/N) spotted the bed in the next cubicle over, the white curtains drawn in front to cover the patient lying inside. She didn’t need another doctor to tell her who was behind those curtains.

Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) made her way over to the bed, shoving her nerves to the bottom of her stomach so she could focus solely on healing her newest patient. No matter his status, his role in the war, his importance, he was still a human like any other, a human who needed her help.

I can do this.

Giving herself one last moment to feel grounded, (Y/N) finally pulled the curtains aside, allowing her eyes to scan over her newest patient to assess the extent of the damage done to his body. Only, she didn’t get very far in her analysis before her jaw dropped, her eyes widening in shock.

It was Levi, her Levi, right in front of her.

After so many years apart, she couldn’t believe he was sitting right here, in the flesh. It was almost as if history was repeating itself. The sight of him laying in a bed, unconscious, already wrapped in bandages, made her think back to when they were in the Underground again, bundled into his old bedroom as she fought to keep him breathing.

It sparked her to jump back into action, fear flooding her system as she realized the extent of his injuries. He looked so battered, his face bruised and bloodied. Pulling back the sheets revealed a hastily bandaged torso, blood already soaking through the creamy white fabric in several places. The skin of his legs was less damaged than the rest of him, but she could tell his femur in his left leg was fractured, several violent purple bruises blooming on the surface of his otherwise clear skin.

Swallowing thickly, (Y/N) forced her concern down as far she could to rest with her nervousness and snapped into clinical mode, her shaky breathing the only indication of her stressed state.

“Hang in there, Levi, I’m here. I’m gonna make you feel all better, just like I did last time, I promise.”

Nobody bothered her as she got to work, only interfering to hand her the tools she needed as she requested them. She didn’t speak unless she had to, focusing on carefully removing his bandages so she could get to work on stitching him back up. She paused for a second once the cloth had been stripped away, her fingers drifting softly over the puckered skin of the scars from the wounds she had healed in the past, before quickly shifting her attention back to the problem at hand.

She worked meticulously for hours, reminding herself to remain calm as she slowly threaded the stitches through his skin, taking special care to do it just as well, if not better than the first time she had ever stitched him up. She was grateful for her access to proper medical supplies, a tiny smile teasing at the corners of her lips as she thought about when she’d had to use ripped up old sheets for bandages that she’d then had to wash in a well several streets over.

Her back started to throb, sweat beading on her forehead as she finished closing the last of his open wounds and moved to work on setting his broken leg properly, but she barely even noticed the pain and exhaustion, her focus lasered on the man laying in the bed in front of her. A few doctors even tried to take over once his condition was no longer in the critical range, but (Y/N) refused without a second thought, unwilling to be moved from the person she had ached to see for so long, the person she thought might’ve been nothing more than a ghost.

Finally, as the sun was starting to sink behind the walls, casting the room in vibrant splashes of pink and gold, (Y/N) finished with the last bandage, gently placing the cloth underneath the silver bar of Levi’s new leg brace, tugging it gently to make sure it was securely fastened. Once she was sure nothing would come loose in his sleep, she leaned away, her hands on her hips as she arched her back in a stretch. Her eyes never left him. They constantly roamed over him, as if still disbelieving that he was here and alive and healing.

“Hey Doctor (L/N)!”

(Y/N) jumped out of her skin at the loud voice sounding behind her, whirling on the spot with wide eyes, as if she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t have.

“God, Micah, you can’t fucking scare me like that! What if I had still been working on the Captain?”

Micah, a spritely young nurse-in-training assigned under (Y/N)’s command, smiled widely at her in response, his arms coming up to fold in front of his chest. “Oh don’t worry, Teach, I knew you were done with him already. If I had thought you were still working, I never would’ve considered sneaking up on you, but since you were just staring at him, I figured you might need someone to snap you out of it.”

(Y/N) blushed, both embarrassed and slightly annoyed. She loved Micah, she really did, he had always made sure to keep things interesting in the clinic. He never let things get too dull despite their already hectic careers, but sometimes he could be a little too perceptive. He was a smart kid, in spite of what his chaotic energy seemed to suggest, and he knew how to use it when least expected.

“I wasn’t staring at him, I was just making sure I did all of the stitching and bandaging right. You know how high profile he is, what if I messed something up just because I was being careless right at the end?” (Y/N) said, busying herself with cleaning the leftover supplies to avoid having to meet her pupil’s gaze.

His cheeky grin suggested she didn’t need to make eye contact for him to see right through her lie. “Sure you were. I bet you were also making sure none of his abs were damaged on the mission, right?”

(Y/N) sent a dark glare his way but couldn’t stop the slight twitch of her lips. She couldn’t help it when she was around the kid. He could definitely be annoying at times when he wouldn’t mind his own business, but he always knew how to make her laugh.

“Ah hah! I knew I was right!”

“Shut up, you don’t know what you’re talking about,” (Y/N) snapped, her blush now extending to the tips of her ears.

“Hey, I think it’s cute that you have the hots for the Captain!” Micah said with his hands held up in defense. “I don’t know how you plan on getting his attention though, he’s never been one for relationships as far as I’ve heard. But no matter what, I’m here to support you every step of the way, Teach!”

(Y/N) bent over Levi to tuck the covers underneath him and hide the genuine smile that graced her lips at Micah’s comment, making sure to wipe most of it from her features before turning to face him. His eyes were still glittering warmly when she walked by him, so she made sure to give him an affectionate slap on the arm as she passed, smiling wider at the snicker he let loose in response. They were just about to leave for dinner, to take a break before getting in the shower and heading to bed when (Y/N) paused, casting one last glance over her shoulder at the comatose Captain still sleeping soundly.

“You know, I think I might have a few ideas for this one.”

“Four Eyes, get out of my way, I’m fine.”

Hanji scoffed, placing their hands on their hips as they met Levi’s glare with a menacing look of their own, refusing to back down from their spot in front of the emergency ward door.

“Absolutely not, Levi. You have to stay in bed and rest, doctor’s orders.”

“You’re not in bed resting,” Levi bit back in annoyance, his brows furrowed.

“That’s because I had a badly sprained ankle and was suffering through a burnout from the lack of food and hydration. I was released after a couple days of rest and nutrients. You, on the other hand, have a broken leg, several sizable gashes, and a concussion, there’s a difference.”

“I said I feel fine.”

“I don’t care how you feel, the doctor said you have to stay in bed so you are going to stay right here until they deem it appropriate for you to leave. Until then, if I have to tie you down to the headboard, I will.”

Levi raised a brow, “Sorry, Shitty Glasses, I’m not into that kinky shit.”

Hanji snorted, “Since when?”

Levi sent a dark scowl her way and once again attempted to stand up, only to get forcefully shoved back onto the mattress by a gleeful Hanji.

“It won’t matter if I get hurt walking around if all you’re going to do is break more of my bones shoving me back into bed,” Levi grumped when the impact of his short fall made him wince with the jolt of pain to his leg.

“If that’s what I have to do to get you to stay put, then I will.”

Levi gave Hanji a choice hand gesture in response to that one, only to have them stick their tongue out in return, making his nose wrinkle at their childish antics.

“Who the fuck confined me to this bed anyway but isn’t brave enough to tell it to my face? Which doctor is supposed to be assigned to me?”

Hanji opened their mouth to answer but was promptly interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat behind them, prompting the scientist to move aside. Levi’s frown suddenly relaxed, his expression giving way to one of pure astonishment as he took in the sight of his doctor leaning against the door frame, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes sparkling with unfiltered joy.

She looked good, he realized, healthy, so different from how she had looked after spending so much time in that filthy house the human trafficking ring was held in. Her hair was full of volume and color, and looked so silky his fingers were tempted to run themselves through it. Her skin appeared soft and damn near glowing, completely devoid of the dirt and blood that had covered it for days in the Underground. The only thing that hadn’t changed was her eyes. They were still so full of hope and a brightness that not even the darkest corners of the Underground were able to smother. The same brightness she had turned to him with whenever he grew too pessimistic, eager to show him the glass half full. It was never a naive hope, she was never clueless to the dire nature of their situation, but she had always had that spark in her gaze, the one that still haunted Levi’s dreams to this day.

He realized after a moment that he was staring and quickly averted his eyes, trying to hide the fact that he had not heard a single thing that was spoken since she had entered the room. Her smile only got wider at his bashful expression, her arms unfolding as she pushed away from the doorframe to shuffle further into the room.

“I don’t think you heard me, I said that I am the doctor who confined you to this bed and will be looking after you for the next few weeks of your recovery.”

Levi nodded slowly, his words lodged in his throat, feeling as if his mouth was stuffed with cotton. He knew Hanji was staring at him, confused at his strange behavior, but he couldn’t find it in himself to slip his mask back into place, even to hide from the infinite teasing he was sure would come later from the titan freak.

He couldn’t help it, the woman he had been dreaming about since the day she had walked out of his house was right in front of him, in the flesh, alive and healthy. He didn’t think he would ever see her again, despite his promise to Farlan. He felt as if he were looking at a ghost. A very physical, happy, living ghost.

(Y/N)’s smile turned softer, almost a little melancholy, as if she could also see the memories that were flashing across his mind rapid fire, rendering him speechless. “Hello, Levi.”

Swallowing thickly, Levi raised his head and met her gaze, his hair raising uncomfortably at the way she made his heart pound against his ribcage.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

Hanji’s loud squawk of surprise and indignation broke the spell in the room, making Levi’s scowl return full force.

“Wait a fucking second, you know each other!? And you didn’t tell me?”

“It wasn’t as if we had the chance, Four Eyes, stop shouting.”

“B-But you guys know each other!”

“Yeah, and?” Levi grumbled, crossing his arms stubbornly over his chest.

(Y/N) chuckled at the raven’s pouty expression, the bright, lovely sound he hadn’t heard in so long making his frown relax slightly.

“Well, how did you two meet? How long have you known each other? What drove you two apart? How do you feel now that you two are back together again? Holy shit, were you two lovers!? Does that mean you-”

“Shut. Up. Hanji!” Levi snapped, a foreign panic rising in his chest as the scientist continued to ask him questions rapidfire.

Thankfully, (Y/N) merely laughed again at Hanji’s overexcitement and intervened before Levi could blow a gasket. Sending a reassuring glance his way, she moved from behind the scientist to stand by Levi’s bedside, fiddling with the supplies on a nearby tray table to make sure they were all organized for when she would need to use them next.

“No, no, Hanji, it was nothing like that. I met Levi when I was brought Underground by my master to learn how to treat leg injuries. He was there for me when a group of thugs thought it would be a fun idea to jump me when my master and I got separated. Ever since then, we’ve interacted a few more times, but my training as a medic and Levi’s new ranking as Captain kept us from seeing each other too often.”

Levi frowned as Hanji tittered happily at the story, a beaming smile on their face as they stopped teasing him and left with a departing wave, finally giving the pair some privacy.

When the door to the private room was closed, (Y/N) turned back to Levi, finally allowing the tears she had been holding back to flow down her cheeks.

Before he could react, she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him as gently as possible despite her obvious excitement to stay mindful of his healing injuries. His eyes widened, his hands hovering in the air over her waist, twitching nervously as his brain short-circuited and he fought to regain control of himself. He was still trying to process the fact that he was being hugged for the first time since his friends had died when (Y/N) pulled away, not minding his frozen state of shock. Wiping away her tears, she sent him a sympathetic smile.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, now concerned she had overstepped some boundaries, “I’m just… really glad you’re alive.”

Levi finally managed to reboot his brain and shook himself out of his stupor, mentally slapping himself for letting himself be so affected by this woman. “Why did you lie?”

“Huh?” (Y/N) asked, confused by the sudden change in topic.

“To Four Eyes just a minute ago. Why did you lie to them about how we met?”

“Oh, that.” (Y/N) said, turning away from him to check his chart, “I knew if I told them the truth that not only would they tease both of us, mainly you, but that it would also spread like wildfire. I enjoy Hanji’s company and I think they are a very sweet person but they aren't the best at keeping secrets. I figured getting credit for something I was happy to do anyway wasn’t worth possibly tarnishing your reputation.”

Levi shook his head, “But you saved me, not the other way around.”

“You saved me more than you think, Levi,” (Y/N) mumbled quietly as she faced him again, reaching out to gently rotate his non-broken leg to check on a gash he had sliced along his calf.

“What?”

“I said that maybe I’ll tell her the truth someday, when you’re all healed and have a chance to escape from her jokes and teasing remarks,” (Y/N) said in a louder voice for him to hear.

He still looked skeptical but dropped the subject, grateful for her consideration of his feelings even if they didn’t sit right with him. Leaning back on his palms, Levi reclined against the feeling of her soft hands on him and sighed. Gods, he had missed the way she touched him.

That sudden thought made him jolt slightly. What the fuck?

“Oh, did that hurt?” (Y/N) asked, pulling her hands back in alarm, afraid she had pressed too hard on one of his wounds.

Levi quickly waved her off and forced himself to relax again, trying his best to ignore how good it felt to have her touching him. It was quiet for a long moment, the air thick with unresolved tension as (Y/N) worked on cleaning his injuries and replacing his old bandages with fresh ones. He felt as if he had so much to say to her and yet had no way of forcing them off the edge of his tongue. A muscle twitched in his jaw as he ground his teeth together, trying to pin at least one thought down, something, anything he could use to fill the tense atmosphere.

“I’m glad too,” Levi eventually said, “that you’re alive.”

He immediately wanted the ground to open up and swallow him whole the minute the words left his mouth, his breath catching in his throat when (Y/N) paused in her efforts to patch him up.

When she finally looked back up at him, she had more tears in her eyes, but a large, watery smile tugged at her lips.

“Thank you, Levi.”

After that first day, (Y/N) spent every moment she could with Levi. While part of that was due to the injuries he sustained and her duty to heal him to the best of her ability, it was clear that wasn’t all there was to their time spent together to anyone who was paying attention. Especially when she spent even her free moments and breaks by his side. He had tried to convince her that she didn’t need to spend every waking moment with him, afraid she was wasting time she could be spending doing something relaxing or productive, but (Y/N) held firm, refusing to leave him unless she really had to. Thankfully, due to Levi’s importance, her duties were almost completely relegated to his care for the time being, so she didn’t have to worry too much about the other patients in the infirmary, trusting her fellow colleagues to take care of them for her while she worked on Humanity’s Strongest.

She felt especially compelled to stay by his side when she learned of the deaths of Isabel and Farlan, the pair dying to an abnormal titan during a severe thunderstorm just three months prior. It killed her to learn that the sweet redhead and charming blonde were gone, but she couldn’t even begin to imagine the kind of pain Levi was in. He had tried to put on a brave face, a mask to hide his pain, but (Y/N) saw through it as if she were looking through glass, possibly the only person who really could.

Grieving together had been a testament to the strength of their friendship, the pair only growing closer as the days passed and they learned to cope through each other and the time they spent together.

The thought brought a smile to (Y/N)’s face as she made her way through the near empty halls, her arms full with the tray of food she was on her way to bring to Levi from the dining hall. She normally would’ve asked someone else to do this for her so she could continue to stay by Levi’s side, but she needed to stretch her legs a little and she trusted Levi enough at this point to stay put when she asked him to.

He had fought her on that the first few days of his healing process, just as he had in the Underground when she was healing him so many years ago, but she found he couldn’t really say no to her when she asked him nicely. She knew he was getting restless, eager to rejoin the ranks and start up on his training routine again, but she also knew he would only injure himself further if he rushed into things. Shaking her head at the thought of the grumpy, energetic man, she shifted the tray to one hand so she could use the other to dig through her pockets for her keys.

Levi had been moved to her room just the other day. It had been Hanji’s idea, the brunette suggesting the arrangement with unbridled glee, much to Levi’s chagrin. It was a sound idea and made sense given the situation, but (Y/N) couldn’t help but wonder if the scientist had an ulterior motive based on the near feral smile they had flashed at Levi when (Y/N) had agreed. In the end, the arrangement had worked out. Having him in her room proved to be better functionally, giving her plenty of time and room to focus on nothing but his improving health.

Fitting the keys into the lock, (Y/N) pushed the door open with her hip and fought to keep a disappointed expression when she found Levi standing in front of her bookshelf, his piercing eyes flitting over the many various titles. It was endearing, almost a little charming to see the fierce captain of the Survey Corps idly standing in her office, waiting for her to return. It was almost as if he was supposed to be there, as if he belonged there. It was oddly domestic.

Shoving that thought to the side, (Y/N) placed her tray of food on her desk and made her way to his side, placing her hands on her hips in as stern of a manner as she could. “You sir, are supposed to be in bed resting. What are you doing up?”

Levi at least had the decency to look a little cowed despite the scowl he threw in her direction. “I just wanted something to read. I’ve got to have something to do when your annoying voice isn’t here to keep me constantly distracted.”

“First of all, my voice is not annoying,” (Y/N) said with a huff, ignoring the way he playfully scoffed in mock disbelief. “Secondly, if you really wanted something to read, you know you could’ve asked me. You just wanted an excuse to ignore my orders.”

He shrugged but didn’t deny it. For a fraction of a second, (Y/N) almost thought she saw the corner of his mouth twitch up into a smile, but it was gone just as quickly as it had come. Maybe it had just been a trick of the light.

“Either way, you still need to get back to bed. Your body won’t heal any faster if you spend all your time undoing my hard work with your incessant need to be entertained.”

Levi’s nose wrinkled as he finally turned to face her, begrudgingly following her back to her bedroom. “I don’t need to be coddled.”

“Hm, are you sure about that?” (Y/N) asked with a soft cackle when she glanced back to see the aghast look on his face. “Come on, doctor’s orders, which means you have no choice but to listen to me if you wanna get back out in the field.”

Levi didn’t respond but eventually crawled back under the sheets of her bed, batting her hands away when she tried to help him. She giggled at his reluctance to accept her help, even after all this time, and busied herself instead with grabbing the tray of food from her office. Once he had settled himself back against the pillows, (Y/N) placed the tray on his lap and perched on the edge of the bed so she could ensure that he ate properly. He rolled his eyes at her mother henning tendencies but didn’t push her away as he dug into the vegetable stew and bread she had brought for him.

“Just out of curiosity,” (Y/N) asked after a few moments of silence, “what book were you interested in reading when you were looking at my shelf?”

Levi glanced at her over his bowl of soup, taking his time to swallow the bite in his mouth before responding. “There’s the sequel to a horror novel I was reading before the mission. I was thinking of maybe finishing the series now that I’m being forced to relax against my will.”

(Y/N) beamed at him with the most smug expression she could manage, her smile only widening when he gave her an unimpressed look. “Well, you said earlier that my annoying voice is a good distraction. Would you let me read to you? It’ll help pass the time.”

She could tell he was thinking about it, debating on whether or not it was safe to admit that he liked when she read to him. She could almost see the gears turning in his head as he considered her proposition, before he eventually nodded. She was out of her seat before he had even finished giving her an answer, rushing back into her office to grab the novel of his choice.

(Y/N) knew she was probably being a little unprofessional, she hardly ever read to her patients unless she knew they weren’t going to make it. But she found she didn’t care as she plopped herself down beside Levi once more and peeled the book open to flip to the first page. She knew she was probably being a bit selfish as she scooted closer to him after the first few chapters, leaning into him just the slightest amount to absorb the heat that seemed to radiate from his body. But she found she didn’t care about that either as Levi leaned back into her touch just an inch, almost to the point where she couldn’t feel it. But she knew, she knew in the way the blush rose back into his cheeks, in the way his muscles relaxed just a tad, in the way his heart sped up against her shoulder.

Levi didn’t talk to her much, but (Y/N) felt closer to him than she ever had before. Although the pair slept in different rooms, him on her bed in her bedroom and her on the couch in her office, there was something inexplicably intimate about sharing living quarters. She was constantly around him, slowly but surely getting to know Levi all over again. His recovery time seemed to rapidly decrease with every passing day, the strong young man healing way faster than anybody other than (Y/N) was prepared for. She knew any day now he would be cleared for duty once more, and the two of them would go right back to their own lives, their separate daily routines.

The thought sent a spear of something sour to (Y/N)’s stomach but she refused to acknowledge it. She was unwilling to let her own feelings for him get in the way of his recovery. She was happy for him, he would finally be free from her constant nagging and be able to live his own life for the first time in weeks. Swallowing the bitter taste in her mouth and pushing away all selfish thoughts of wanting to keep him by her side, (Y/N) prepared to enter the infirmary where she would be getting the results for Levi’s final physical examination, proof that he was finally fully healed of all injuries.

“Doctor (L/N)!”

(Y/N) turned at the sound of Micah calling her name, surprised to see the young nurse standing beside Squad Leader Hanji, both of whom were wearing what looked to be shit-eating grins, even from their current distance. (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed but she made her way over to the pair.

“Micah! What can I do for you?”

“I was just coming by to give you the good news! There was a slight mix-up in the scheduling, so now you will be conducting Captain Levi’s final examination!”

(Y/N)’s brow raised as she turned to Hanji, looking for further explanation. The scientist’s expression was immediately sheepish, a hand coming up to rub at the back of their neck. “Heh, sorry, (Y/N). It was my fault, I didn’t realize I had a meeting scheduled for this time today, I thought it was going to be tomorrow. Would you mind performing the exam? Shorty will probably prefer to have you touching him anyway.”

“What?” (Y/N) balked.

“Nothing, nothing,” Hanji said with a dismissive wave of their hand, “I just mean he doesn’t like people getting close to him, especially me. He’ll prefer it if it's someone he trusts.”

“Oh,” (Y/N) said, beratting herself for thinking Hanji’s words could mean anything other than something innocent. “Of course I’ll perform the exam, thank you for the heads up!”

“Sure thing, boss!” Micah said, clapping a hand on her shoulder before striding away with Hanji, the two darting around the corner as if they had stolen something. (Y/N) watched after them for a moment but figured their odd behavior could be addressed later. For now, she had a very important patient to take care of.

Levi was sitting at the edge of the infirmary bed in nothing but his boxers when the door clicked open. It made sense, he was supposed to be having a full body physical examination to make sure he was properly healed for duty, he just wasn’t expecting to come face to face with the very woman he was in love with. He fought the urge to blush as (Y/N) stopped short in her tracks for a fraction of a second, her eyes giving his exposed form a quick once over before she seemed to remember herself and averted her gaze with an embarrassed cough.

“I-I’m sorry, I thought… Shitty Glasses said they’d be back in a moment and to get undressed for the exam,” Levi mumbled, cursing himself when he stumbled over his words.

(Y/N) waved her hands in front of her face, “Not a problem at all, Levi! You’ve done everything right, there was just a change of plan, that’s all! Squad Leader Hanji had an impromptu meeting to go to so I’m going to be giving your exam instead.”

“Of course they did,” Levi muttered. “Figures.”

“What was that?”

“I said let’s just get this over with.”

(Y/N) nodded once, dragging over a tray of tools to get started. His eyes never left her, watching her every move. Even so, the first touch of her hands against his cheeks made him flinch in his seat. Thankfully, she ignored the impulsive movement and instead focused on checking his eyes, a small flashlight held up to examine them.

“Your pupils are quite dilated, are you feeling okay?”

Levi hummed an affirmative and even though she didn’t look entirely convinced, it wasn’t long before she moved on, running her fingers as gently as possible down his jaw and throat, massaging along his collarbone to test for soreness or unaccounted for aching. He grunted at the feeling of her magical fingers ghosting over his skin, but was otherwise unreactive, sitting as still as possible to avoid getting in the way of her work. No matter his feelings for her, this was her area of expertise, her passion, the last thing he wanted to do was inhibit that with his stupid emotions.

A light pinch to his nipple snapped him back to reality, a choked noise wrestling from his throat without his permission at the unexpected touch. “Sorry! Sorry! I thought I saw a scratch and I wanted to make sure it wasn’t bleeding. It’s just an old blood blister scar.”

Levi nodded woodenly, suddenly a lot more aware of her touch as she continued to descend down his chest. Her fingers brushed over his pecs and down his abs like water, making his whole body shiver. But it wasn’t until she kneeled to the ground, her hands gripping his thighs and massaging along his calves that he felt himself start to lose control, his pants tightening under her delicious attention. His eyes widened in horror, but he had no way of fixing the situation without drawing attention to himself.

“Levi? Are you alright? Your face is a little flushed, I’m not hurting you, am I?”

Levi shook his head fervently, not trusting himself to speak. (Y/N) scrutinized him, once again not sure if she should believe him or not. He looked unnecessarily flustered, and she couldn’t figure out why. Was she making him uncomfortable? She was trying to be as professional with her touches as possible but maybe that didn’t matter. Hanji had said he hated when other people touched him.

“Okay then, I’m sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable, we’re almost done.”

Levi nodded stiffly again, too focused on how to get out of this situation with his dignity still intact to correct her. His legs shook, his breathing labored as she finished off with his feet and moved back up his legs, since they had received more damage than some of the other parts of him in the fight. She was reaching his inner thighs again, opening her mouth to ask him to turn around, hoping to finish up as quickly as possible for his sake when she saw it. She couldn’t help the squeak that fled from her mouth when she finally realized what was bothering him so much.

What had once been a tense but calm atmosphere suddenly turned to chaos as Levi reacted instinctively, pushing (Y/N) away from him with one hand while his other flew in front of his crotch, his face flushed such a deep red, (Y/N) would’ve been worried about him having a fever had they not been in their current situation. She fell back against the floor, her palms flying out behind her to catch herself as she stared with wide eyes at the normally stoic man and the way he refused to meet her gaze, his free hand moving up to cover his mouth in pure mortification. It took her a moment for her brain to work properly, but once it did, she reverted once more back into a more professional mode, knowing that if she didn’t do something to comfort him, the situation could end in disaster.

“Hey, Levi, i-it’s okay! It’s not your fault!”

“What do you mean it’s not my fault!?” Levi spat. “You didn’t ask for this, I just couldn’t- it happened but-”

Levi cut himself off, moving the hand that had been in front of his mouth to cover his eyes instead, unable to even think of facing the woman in front of him. He had never felt so embarrassed in his life. Not only did he manage to ruin the one special connection he had in his life with the single person he always wanted to be around, but he reacted by shoving her to the floor the minute he fucked up. He felt like bolting, his legs tensing and ready to spring. Or throwing up, his stomach squeezing painfully tight as the thought of what just happened replayed in his head over and over.

The feeling of a light touch on his knee made him shudder, but he refused to knock her hand away, not after his earlier reaction had sent her sprawling to the ground.

“It was my fault, Levi, I shouldn’t have been touching you so lightly or so much. I was just trying to give you this physical exam but obviously I wasn’t being careful or aware enough. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

Levi shook his head but didn’t respond, keeping his eyes hidden behind the comfort of his palm. He knew it was childish, hiding from her, he was going to have to look at her at some point, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He had never been in a situation like this before and he was scrambling. He was tempted to search for the nearest knife and slit his throat, hoping that in doing so, he’d finally be able to escape the horror of the situation.

But he couldn’t move, frozen by the hand burning his skin where (Y/N) touched him. She wasn’t letting him go and he was too mortified to speak and ask her to move. He didn’t want her to anyway, a small, selfish part of him chided, making him press his face even further into the comfort of his own hand.

“If it’s any consolation, Levi, I didn’t exactly hate it. I find it flattering, even, that you enjoy my touch.”

“It’s only yours,” Levi mumbled, still unable to look at her. “You’re the only one who makes me feel this way.”

(Y/N)’s smile could’ve rivaled the sun even though he couldn’t see it. Her heart was pounding, both from the nature of their situation and the weight of his confession. His words filled her chest with so much warmth, she felt as if she had already melted into liquid gold. “You’re the only one who makes me feel that way too, Levi.”

That got his attention, his hands dropping from his face so fast, it was clear he even forgot about his embarrassment. It made (Y/N) giggle at him, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek. He hesitated a moment before leaning into the touch, his eyes glittering with something akin to hope.

“Really? Are you sure?”

(Y/N) leaned forward, making sure to look him in the eye and give him time to pull away before gently connecting their lips. He shivered under her touch, just as he had always done, and only took a moment to swallow the shock in his system before meeting the coupling of their mouths with more enthusiasm. She nearly purred in response, tilting her head to slot them closer together.

Levi figured he must be dreaming, there was absolutely no way that the woman he had been pining for ever since she had left the Underground loved him as much as he loved her. It just wasn’t possible for someone so amazing, so compassionate and beautiful to love him like that. But here she was, kissing him senseless, and dream or not, he was going to take full advantage. Pressing closer, Levi snaked his tongue out to lap at her bottom lip, his body damn near vibrating at the lustful groan she let out in response, not hesitating to let him into her mouth. Her tongue tangled with his, fighting him for dominance as she pushed herself up onto his lap while he scooted back on the bed to give them more room. The hand that wasn’t cupping her jaw rested against her waist, pulling her into him as they continued their lip lock until he was lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.

They were both panting for air, but they refused to move too far from each other, resting their heads against one another as they soaked in the intimacy of the moment. Forgotten was the physical exam, the infirmary they were in, the people probably waiting for them outside, the world had narrowed into nothing but the two of them, basking in their feelings for one another.

“Do you really mean it?” Levi whispered, unable to hold himself back from expressing his biggest concern.

(Y/N) scoffed good-naturedly and leaned back to look him in the eye. “What about that kiss told you I wasn’t serious?”

As if to solidify her statement, she leaned in for another quick kiss, swiping her tongue across his lips but pulling back before he could pull it into his mouth to suck. He pouted at her but was quickly satiated when he felt an unbearably warm palm cradle his clothed cock, giving a gentle squeeze for good measure. (Y/N)’s smile only widened at the groan of pleasure he let out in response, his hips canting once into her palm before he could stop himself.

“You know, I still technically have to finish giving you a physical exam. Just to make sure you aren’t still injured. I think it would be best to thoroughly check as many places as I possibly can.”

His blood heated at her words, and although he longed to lunge forward and capture her lips in another intoxicating kiss, he decided to indulge in her charade instead. “I agree, in fact, there is one particular area I’m especially worried about.”

Rocking his hips up, Levi rubbed himself against the hand still resting over his length, turning his voice whiny with a desperation that was only half exaggerated for her benefit. “Please, it hurts…”

(Y/N) felt as if she could fry eggs on her cheeks, but refused to let her embarrassment get the better of her, focusing more on the immense excitement flowing through her veins at the whimper in Levi’s usually stoic tone of voice. “Well, what kind of doctor would I be if I just let my favorite patient suffer? I think I know just the thing to cure this ailment of yours.”

Levi couldn’t hold back the wave of pure electricity he felt spider down his spine as (Y/N) slithered off his lap to kneel on the floor, her hands moving from the tent in his boxers to his thighs. She ghosted her fingers over his skin, reveling in the gooseflesh that littered the trail of her hands, and moved to pull the fabric from his hips. She kept her movements slow to give him time to change his mind, but Levi eagerly lifted his hips to assist her. She looked up at him, only to bite her lip at the hungry desire in his gaze, his bangs falling over his eyes to give him an even more dangerous look. She pulled his boxers all the way down his legs before tossing them somewhere uncaringly behind her, drawing her attention instead to the scarlet, leaking cock right in front of her.

“My, my,” (Y/N) hummed, “This is worse than I thought.”

Levi flushed darker but didn’t comment, merely reaching down to stroke himself twice in front of her, impatiently waiting for her to do something, anything. He choked back a growl of impatience when she just continued to watch him, her hands tickling his inner thighs as she considered something to herself. He wished he had a bit more self control, the last thing he wanted to do was come off as pushy, but he was quickly losing the ability to keep himself in check, not with her looking at him like that.

Just as he was about to say something, (Y/N) raised her hand and motioned for him to turn around, a sly look of something positively mischievous in her eyes. Holding back the whine that threatened to pry from his lips, Levi did as he was told, turning around so that he was facing away from her with his legs tucked beneath him.

(Y/N) was quick to bring her hands up to his back, raking her fingers down his muscles as she pretended to look for more injuries on him. He had to bite his tongue as her fingers gently skittered over his shoulder blades and down his spine, her nails coming to curl against his lower back, just above his hips. By the time she had made her way back up to the nape of his neck, he was squirming in his seat, his skin tingling with sensitivity despite his every effort to come off as unaffected.

He’d had no idea he was even sensitive on his back, but every light scrape of her nails, every ghost of her fingertips along his ribs or down his spine made whimpers squeak out of his throat. His dick weeped at the attention, throbbing with every light scratch she inflicted on him until her hands suddenly wrapped themselves around his waist to rest on his stomach. She was teasing him, testing the limits of his barely-held-together patience, and he didn’t know whether he loved her or hated her for it. She pressed her chest to his back, resting her chin on his shoulder so she could bite and lick at his throat while her hands creeped their way down to his groin.

“You’re all clear on your back, baby,” (Y/N) purred in his ear, stopping just shy of his weeping sex. “You can turn around whenever you’re ready.”

Levi snapped, all of his usually impenetrable patience lost as he whirled around and latched onto her hips with a bruising grip, yanking her back onto his lap before she could get a word in edgewise. She squealed in delight, her hands reaching out to smooth over his chest and shoulders affectionately. He paused only for a moment to grab the lotion originally meant for soothing his muscles off the tray table, pouring a healthy amount into his hand to stuff into her needy cunt with two long fingers. She responded with a fiery kiss to his lips, using her free hand to drag her skirt and panties down her legs until they were far enough down for her to kick them away. The sloppy sounds of her pussy were audible as he pumped his fingers in and out, but she still appreciated his thought to use lube considering how little time they had for actual foreplay.

He was a little clumsy, his fingers exploring a bit aimlessly to find the spot he knew would make her taste the stars, but she found that he was a quick learner, immediately responding to any sign of pleasure from her until he was curling his fingertips perfectly against her spongy g-spot.

“Fuck! Levi… Levi, I’m ready. I need you inside me, now.”

His cock twitched at her breathy command but he didn’t let up for a few strokes yet, making sure she was soaked to his liking before sliding his fingers from her. She watched in lustful disbelief as he brought his hand to his lips, licking her slick clean from his skin. He held her gaze with a look full of dark promises, refusing to break it until he had sucked the last of her from his fingers, closing his eyes as he slurped with a final satisfied flourish.

“Delicious,” his voice was the crunch of gravel in the middle of the night. Rich lust gulped down his irises until there was nothing but a slim ring of silver left, completely enraptured by the stunning woman on his lap. (Y/N) was speechless, her mind a soupy mess of desire, but she wasn’t helpless. Levi let out a hiss when her supple palm wrapped once more around his length, angling him toward her entrance as she rose to her knees, straddling him more suitably now. He brushed his hand against her hip, stopping her just long enough to bore his final ask of consent into her. When he found nothing but a mirror to his own eagerness, he replaced her hand with his own and guided himself up, slipping easily into her velvety heat.

The two moaned out in unison as they were joined for the first time, attacking each other’s lips and devouring each other’s sounds until they were drowning in their need for air. Levi couldn’t wait, but it seemed as if (Y/N) was a bit more impatient than she was letting on, because she provided no resistance when he started to move inside her, swirling his hips up into her so that his cock nudged against that pleasure spot deep inside her. (Y/N) gasped and trembled, leaning her head back to give him room to explore. While he licked up the side of her neck, sucking dark bruises into her otherwise unblemished skin, (Y/N) dragged more trails of fire up his back, clawing him up like a cat as each thrust into her pliant body picked up in speed and intensity.

“God fuck, you’re so tight,” Levi murmured into her skin, nipping at her earlobe before soothing the sting with his tongue.

(Y/N) keened and removed her hands from his back, instead scrambling to rip at the buttons on the front of her shirt. Levi leaned back when the sound of tearing fabric sounded throughout the room, his eyes widening at the sight of her bare breasts teasing him through the ruins of her uniform.

“Damn, no bra? You were just waiting for this to happen, weren’t you, kitten? So eager for my cock, and I’ve barely even started.”

(Y/N) moaned, her jaw dropping as each thrust forced the air from her lungs until she was gasping. “B-Been waiting for this for a long time, Levi. Ever since t-the Underg-ground. Besides, don’t act like y-you’re above this, you love b-being inside me too, don’t you?”

Levi’s breath hitched, his eyes widening at her confession before he began to ravage the woman on top of him. He couldn’t believe it, hadn’t even dared to fathom that she could’ve had any feelings for him when she left. She was a goddess who had healed him out of the goodness of her heart, that was all. There was no way such a fantastic person could’ve ever loved the criminal rat from the filthy Underground sticks. But here she was, confessing to the very thing he had always hoped for but never allowed himself to entertain.

“Oh fuck, is that even a question? I love your pussy, my new f-favorite place to be.”

Thrusting somehow faster, his nails digging into her ass and the bottoms of her thighs hard enough to make crescent shapes dot her skin, Levi breathed back his own secret. “I’ve been waiting for this too, made a promise to Farlan that I would be with you one day.”

(Y/N) immediately latched onto Levi’s skin, kissing and biting sloppy marks up and down his neck to smother the sound of her obscene moans as she came all over him. Her body shook on top of him, her pussy clenching him hard enough to have colors exploding behind his eyelids. He busied himself with ducking down to roll his tongue across her pert nipples, sucking and nipping at the soft mounds as he rode her through her climax and started to chase his own.

“~Hah, hah, hah…” Levi panted as he broke away from her skin, a string of saliva connecting him to her now mottled flesh as he pistoned harder, flesh slapping loudly with every scoop of his hips. He was so fucking close, he could almost taste it. (Y/N) was still shaking in his hold, her fingers refusing to loosen from the muscles in his back as his continued motions started to bleed into overstimulation. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, landing like raindrops on Levi's neck as he was thrown over the edge, his back arching as a wet gasping noise tore itself from his throat. His hips jerked as he spilled inside of her, painting her already dripping walls white with his release.

It was only after he had spurted the last few ropes of cum into her pussy that Levi finally stopped, collapsing against her with his arms lazily looped around her waist. (Y/N) grunted at the sudden weight pressing against her but didn’t push him away, merely scratching the coarse hair of his undercut before moving up into his silkier raven strands. They fought to catch their breath, ghosting their lips over one another every once in a while as they allowed the silence to permeate the space.

“Did we just-?”

“Yeah,” Levi grunted.

(Y/N) chuckled, warming his heart and chasing away any possible doubts that could’ve surfaced in his mind. “Looks like you’re all better now, no notable injuries. At least, none that will hinder your physical activity.”

Levi snorted, giving her waist a spiteful squeeze, “Yeah, except for the new ones you left on my back and neck, brat.”

(Y/N) swooped in to press her lips to his kiss-swollen ones. “Well, I happen to know a pretty good doctor who might be willing to help you with those.”

Levi grinned at her, “Send her to my office later tonight, I might have a few ideas on how she can make it up to me.”

“I will, but only if you promise to take her out to dinner sometime afterwards.”

Levi nodded and held her close. Who was he to deny such a request? Afterall, he had a promise from Farlan to keep, and he’d be a damn idiot to let the chance pass him by.

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warmpilsner · 5 months

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i dont feel Great about sadposting on tumblr particularly when im not really on here much for much else but i dunno man theres that growing up a sad lonely teen on the internet itch that only angsting away on social media can fill. so im giving myself one (1) post because i feel that the state of my me is just plummeting so hard its a little scary. im safe and all im good at keeping myself safe but otherwise ive just fallen back to a point of anxiety agitation dread constant urgency constant restless energy intrusive thoughts to hell and back deeply deeply fragile which is not good at all when i work as a THERAPIST!!!! if i didnt have this holiday coming up i would really be having to consider taking extended sick leave bc i am finding it so hard rn to do therapy im getting triggered by stuff my clients bring to sessions, like not in session in session im totally fine but then later that night or whatever im finding myself experiencing things i havent experienced for years and im like huh wheres that coming from before remembering a client was speaking about it earlier. they warn you about this in therapy school but until now ive been solid enough to cope, like its obviously difficult working w people who experience [fill in the blank of whatever self destructive behaviour thought pattern whatever which i have in some cases very tenuously recovered from] but until now i have been able to stay grounded enough to empathise, draw from my own experiences to do so, but ultimately leave that in the therapy room when i go home. but now im like ouuufhhhhhh oughhhhh and i just feel so awful all the time like my resting heart rate has gone crazy which tbf might be the new adhd meds but man theres just so much shit going on. every time i get a text from literally anyone i want toccry because i feel like they are upset with me or going to ask something from me that i cannot give right now and actually it feels that responding to messages is something i cannot give right now but also im so desperate for connection because i feel so deathly so i am frantically spamming the discord with annoying shit like Hi!!!! Hi!!!!Hi!!!!! everything is so intense and urgent and shaky i feel explosive and out of control i need to MOVE HOUSES i need christmas break i need to lay down and for all of my friends to lay on top of me like a weighted blanket of friendship . we did that on my bday last year like 6 friends i think maybe ill ask for that again on my bday this year it was very calming. breathe breathe breathe baby youre brave you're strong you're doing it youre a bomb ass therapist and your colleagues are gonna love you for bringing them lebkuchen

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with-love-from-hell · 2 years

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I have a request! Obulence with Solomon! Love your writing.

O 》 Opulence

Having great wealth, luxuries, or riches

1k event Masterlist

Genre: Fluff, Drabble

Written for GN!Mc (you/yours)

WC: ~815

CW: none!

“Solomon...where on earth did you get all of this stuff?!” You mouth hangs open after you speak in awe. You tried to take it all in, but you were so shocked to see the place Solomon had called home was...well, not quite what you expected.

“I’ve been alive a long time, Mc.” Solomon chuckled, taking your hand and guiding you through the large entryway of his home. “There’s much more than this. Come, let me give you the whole tour.”

The walls of his home were lined with a beautifully textured teal wallpaper that had golden trim along the edges. Artwork in golden frames were stationed at various points as he guided you through the main corridor and into the living room. You gaped at the gilded fireplace, in which a deep umber fire sputtered and popped, making the lighting of the room feel weirdly ominous. The Victorian aesthetic really through your mind through a loop, and the overwhelming excess of stimuli made your head literally begin to spin.

You plopped down on the pristine leather chaise that sat adjacent to the fireplace, mouth still agape as your gaze trailed across the room. Solomon smiled, picking up a silver tray and setting it down on the coffee table in front of you.

“Care for some tea?”

You blinked, taking a moment to process his words. Finally, you nodded, still not being able to find words in your shocked state. You drank the bitter tea in silence as you processed your surroundings. Your view of Solomon as a hopeless wonderer of the earth had been sucked right out of you, instead being exchanged for someone who rivaled Diavolo in terms of riches.

“So...I suppose you’re quite surprised to see my mass of wealth...yes?” Solomon peered at you over his tea cup, a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

You nod, feeling a bit embarrassed at how your emotions couldn’t hide from him. “Yes, actually. I never pinned you as someone who would enjoy settling down.”

He laughed, the delicate china tinking as his body shook with joy. “That’s because I’m not. To be honest, I sort-of hate it here.”

You cock your head quizzically. “What? Y-you hate this?”

Solomon sighs, setting his tea cup down. “At one point over the last century, I came to a place in my life where I was...well...sort of having a crisis.” He chuckles briefly before continuing, as if reminiscing on how silly the time in his life was. “I believed that perhaps my life was becoming too dull, and...well...this is what came of that.”

Solomon gestured around him and you followed his hand, making note of the patterned ceiling above you, in the center of which hung a brilliant chandelier.

“But,” he shook his head, sighing again. “It did not fill the hole left in my chest. I’ve experienced so much, I thought giving a stationary place to myself to settle for awhile is what I needed- a break, so to speak. I ended up growing restless, so I often took trips away- only to come back and feel the same.”

“So this place is just...empty?” You ask, feeling sorry for Solomon’s woe.

“No, I lend it to the Sorcerer’s Society for retreats. It’s part of the reason they still keep me around.” He chuckles, but then his face falls serious. “You know, that hole I’ve been trying to fill my whole life- It never did feel as if it was filled until the day I met you.”

You nearly choke on your tea at his words, completely blindsided by his confession.

He smiles warmly at you as you struggle to regain your composure. “I don’t know what it is, but you make me feel whole. I wanted to show you this as...well, a deeper meaning, of sorts.”

“And that meaning is..?”

Solomon rises to his feet and approaches you, extending his hand. You take it and he pulls you up to meet him, placing a chaste kiss on your lips. His voice is merely a whisper after he parts from you, eyes half lidded with an expression that could only be described as deep admiration.

“The meaning I attempted to convey is that all of this would be traded in an instant for you- and only you.” He reaches a hand up to cup your jaw, rubbing his thumb gently along your cheek. “Perhaps I am not the best at conveying metaphor.”

You stare at him as he smiles warmly and kisses you again, the scent of him filling every crevasse of your sinuses. His warmth lulls you into a sense of security, allowing you to melt into his embrace. You wondered what you did to mean so much to the sorcerer, but the thought is quickly pushed from your mind in favor of thoughts of your life together.

Perhaps he could settle down if it was for you.

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voraciousvore · 6 months

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Boarding School for Giants (12/25)

------ Chapter 12 ------

Since the next morning was a glorious Saturday, I had the wonderful luxury of sleeping in, and I took full advantage of it. Despite my restless sleep, the additional time balanced it out to leave me at least somewhat refreshed. I got out of bed and dressed, only to realize I had nowhere to go for the entire weekend. I didn’t even have homework to keep me distracted. I felt morose. Back home, whenever I got stressed or stir-crazy, I could always leave the house and go for a walk, get cigarettes, meet my friends at the mall, whatever. Here I was stuck on campus, and every time I went outside carried its own risks. It was going to be a long, boring weekend.

Fate was only too eager to contradict my last thought, as the floor beneath my feet started to quake with the cadence of giant footfalls. I dashed into the kitchen, ready to hide. The footsteps stopped outside the building, and I waited in suspense, expecting the roof to open at any second. Instead, there was a polite tap with the tip of a giant finger on the front door.

“Eren?” a voice I recognized called. “Are you in there?” It was Joey. My heart fluttered. I took a deep breath, then went to open the door. I was greeted by a giant hand with long, elegant fingers.

“Eren! Hi!” Joey proclaimed from high above, looking both excited and nervous to see me. Since it was the weekend, he wasn’t dressed in the usual school uniform, but rather a nice pair of jeans and a crisp polo shirt with a breast pocket. He had attempted to tame his messy brown hair, but it still stuck out in small tufts at random angles off his head. “Hey, so I was thinking, since you’re new here and all, maybe you’d like to, you know, go out and see the sights a little off campus. Um, I could take you around and show you, and then there’s a local diner just down the street, we could go have brunch...” He was rambling, clearly having rehearsed his speech in his head before he got here and was clumsily purging his words now.

“Sure! That sounds great!” I interrupted. I came outside and closed the door behind me. I didn’t have anything to take with me, since I didn’t have my phone anymore and human money was useless here, so I didn’t need my wallet or purse. “I’m actually all ready to go right now!”

He was surprised, then his face lit up with a joyful smile. “Wonderful! I wore this shirt with a pocket, so you can ride in that if you want, or...” He pulled a glove out of his pants pocket. “I brought a glove with me, so if you prefer I hold you in my hand, you won’t be uncomfortable if my hands get all clammy like they did last time.” Pink tinted his cheeks at the memory.

I chuckled. He was adorable. “I think I’d prefer your hand, personally.”

The pink in his face deepened to red. “Alright.” He put on the glove and lowered his hand to the floor. I climbed up into his palm, and his hand twitched underneath me. I could feel the warmth of his flesh through the soft glove, and his pulse racing. “Ready?” he asked me. I gazed up at him and nodded. Gradually, he extended himself to his full height. Even though I had been through this same process several times, I still marveled at the thrilling elevation, at the incredible view, at how the weather became slightly colder and windier from being so high up. Regardless, I felt warm and safe in his huge hand, even if he was a bit shaky.

He started walking with gentle steps, being as careful as he could not to jostle me about. As he became more confident that I was secure in his hand, he picked up the pace a bit, cutting through the grass until we reached the big metal gate at the entrance to the school. We passed through the gate into the world beyond. The city outside was clean and trim, with well-manicured vegetation, massive bright white sidewalks, and towering buildings that gleamed in the morning sun. The street was busy with giant cars that roared past. I was dazzled by the great scale of it all. Everything was big and bright and impressive, almost overwhelming to the senses.

“Are you hungry now? We can go to the diner first if you want,” Joey suggested.

“Yes, I am. That would be delightful,” I agreed.

“Okay.” He started to stroll down the street, toward the sun. I had to cover my eyes with my hand, since the sun was so bright. Some tall trees planted next to the sidewalk provided relief as we entered their pools of dark shade. The leaves on the trees were beginning to change colors with the transition into autumn, popping with fiery oranges and reds and yellows. I had always loved the colors of fall, but seeing the leaves magnified with such detail and kissed by the sun made them even more magnificent. Eventually, we arrived at the diner, an old-fashioned place on a street corner with some tables outside.

“None of the restaurants here serve human-sized food, obviously, but I’m sure we can share a plate of something together,” Joey remarked. I was fine with that. We went inside. “Table for two, please.”

The seating hostess looked us over, raising an eyebrow, but led us to a cozy table by the window. Joey took a seat and set me down on the checkered tablecloth. The waitress came over to us right away.

“What would you like to drink?”

“Just water for me, please,” I requested.

“I’ll take a strawberry milkshake,” Joey ordered.

“Got it. I’ll be back in a moment.” She wrote our drinks down on a notepad and left. Joey held up the giant menu so I could see it better, placing his gigantic arms on the table on either side of me.

“What would you like? I’ll be fine with whatever you choose,” he said, smiling down at me. I felt a little overwhelmed, not just with all the menu options but being in a huge, busy diner surrounded by giants.

“Um… maybe a breakfast item? What do you usually get?” I asked him.

“Their pancakes are really good, especially with blueberries,” Joey recommended.

“Let’s get pancakes then,” I decided. Joey nodded and set the menu aside. The waitress came back with our drinks, both of them in giant glasses, and took our order, then hurried off. Joey happily slurped up some of his strawberry shake, which was topped with whipped cream and a big red cherry. I had to admit, it looked delicious.

“You want a taste?” the giant offered, seeing my longing gaze. I eagerly accepted. He dipped his spoon in the shake and placed it on the table so I could reach it. I sampled the shake off the spoon, taking in a cold, thick mouthful, and hummed with delight. It tasted amazing.

While we waited for our food, Joey made conversation, trying to get to know me better. “So I’ve been meaning to ask you, how did you end up at a school for giants? What’s your story?”

“I got kicked out of my human school for getting into a fight. My mom claims this was the only school that would take me on short notice, but I have reason to believe she just dumped me here to get rid of me. I haven’t been able to confront her directly since they took my phone away.”

“That’s terrible!” Joey exclaimed, frowning. “If she was here now I’d give her a piece of my mind.”

“Me too. If only I had my phone,” I lamented. “I think I might have an idea of how to get it back, but I’d need your help-” Before I could say anything else, the waitress came over to our table with her hands full, balancing a plate with a steaming hot pile of pancakes. She slapped the plate down quickly on the table, coming dangerously close to crushing me, before rushing off to deliver food to other customers.

“Goodness, she’s in a hurry! She’s going to hurt someone if she’s not careful!” Joey observed angrily. “They must be pretty busy today. I suppose it is Saturday after all.”

“It’s fine. No harm done,” I murmured. “Let’s eat.” Joey separated out a small chunk of pancakes for me that were still way more than I could possibly eat on my own. He buttered the pancakes, both my little portion and the rest, and drizzled a hearty amount of maple syrup on his share.

“Don’t put any syrup on mine, since I can’t use a fork,” I told him, realizing I had no choice but to eat with my hands. “I’ll just dip mine in the excess on the plate.” Joey nodded and enthusiastically dug into his stack. I felt unrefined and childish taking up fistfuls of pancake and stuffing them in my mouth, but it was worth it for the delicious flavor. Soon enough my belly was full, and my hands were all sticky and buttery. I wiped them off best I could on a napkin.

“Ah, that hit the spot! I’m stuffed!” Joey uttered, leaning back and rubbing his protruding belly. “I couldn’t even finish it all. Maybe I should’ve passed on that shake. Ah, but the shake was so good too!” There was still a small chunk of pancakes left on the plate, swimming in syrup. “Oh well.”

“Thanks for taking me out, Joey. I’m having a wonderful time. I’m so glad I wasn’t just rotting in my dorm by myself all day,” I said gratefully to the giant.

“Aww, it’s no trouble! I’m enjoying myself too! What are friends for, after all?” Joey answered with a dashing grin. His happy attitude was infectious and I found myself smiling contentedly back up at him.

Since the diner was so busy, the waitress was taking a long time to bring us our check, so we continued to chat a bit. “So what about you Joey? How did you end up in boarding school?”

“Oh... my parents felt I was too shy and sheltered, and relied on them too much for everything. So they sent me away with the intention of making me more independent and outgoing. I guess it sort of worked, although I still mostly keep to myself. I’m sure you noticed, I focus on my schoolwork most of the time, and I don’t socialize much since I don’t have many friends. You’re the exception, of course.” He smiled again, but there was a hint of sadness behind his expression. “I suppose I mostly live inside my own head. I enjoy intellectual pursuits and reading to gather knowledge.”

I nodded thoughtfully. Personally, I wasn’t much of an intellectual, but I could understand where he was coming from. “I get what you’re saying. I’ve always been a bit of an outcast myself. Although I’m far more of a troublemaker than you,” I replied, grinning mischievously.

“I can tell you’ve got some fire in you, Eren! You’d have to, in order to be so brave when living among giants. I admire you, I really don’t know how you do it. I don’t think I could if I were so small,” Joey confessed, looking a bit sheepish. “Most humans are too scared to interact with us at all, and I don’t blame them. Is this your first time being around giants?”

“Thank you. And yes, I had never seen a giant in real life before I came to this school. I had to admit, it was absolutely terrifying. I had never known giants were this big. I’m still scared, all the time. But I wasn’t really given a choice,” I ended bitterly.

Joey furrowed his brow. “You’re not... scared of me, are you? You know I’d never hurt you!” I shook my head, and he sighed in relief. “If you ever need help, just know you can ask me, okay? I’ll keep you safe.” He drew his hand in close around me on the table, and gently stroked my arm with the tip of his finger. I patted his fingernail with my hand. I didn’t get the chance to say anything else, because just then the waitress arrived with the check. Joey released me from his hand and paid the bill, leaving a generous tip on the table.

He gripped his stomach and winced. “Hey, I’ll be right back, okay? I’ve gotta go to the bathroom.” He stood up from the table and weaved through a crowd of giants to the back of the diner where the restrooms were located. As I waited for him to return, my eyes drifted to that last tantalizing little bit of pancakes left behind on the plate.

“It’d be a shame to waste those pancakes, since they were so good,” I muttered to nobody in particular, stepping up onto the plate. I scooped up a few handfuls and savored the light, fluffy substance. I wouldn’t be able to eat it all, but I could at least put a dent in it. While I was finishing up the food, the waitress stopped by the table and grabbed her tip. As usual, she was in a big hurry. I didn’t pay much attention to her as she started picking up the glasses and cleaning the table.

I assumed she had seen me on the plate eating. I was terribly wrong. Unexpectedly, the plate was lifted off the table and thrust into the air. I lost my balance and landed face first in a thick puddle of maple syrup. I strained to pull myself out of the sticky mess as the plate rocked beneath me with tumultuous giant steps. I couldn’t protest or see anything with a face coated in syrup. I couldn’t do anything to stop her as the waitress carried the dirty plate, with me on it, away from the table, away from safety, into the dangers of the kitchen.

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