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Warnings: So so much fluffy fluff, angst if you really squint till your eyes go cross-eyed and blurry

"It's been decades. Not even a couple years. Almost a century. You probably shoot dust. Or whatever your bionic ass reproduces with"

Bucky contemplated throwing his half finished milkshake at Sam's head while they both scarfed down burgers from a late night diner after a taxing mission. Sam was pestering Bucky yet again about his nonexistent social and lack of a love life, a topic he seemed to get high off of.

“For fucks sake Sam-”

"You need to get out more man, at least start dating. You don't need a whole girlfriend but a few dates wouldn't kill you. Or maybe it would, since you're what, 106?"

Bucky groaned, rubbing a hand over his face, his patience wearing thin. Dating wasn’t for him, not because he didn’t want to date but because he wasn’t sure who would even date him. He’d only just gotten comfortable talking to Sam though he’d never openly admit he actually enjoyed their conversations. He wasn’t exactly the most approachable, Peter had once told him he had a resting bitch face, whatever that meant. He wasn’t the most tech savvy unless it involved doing something illegal. He had a plethora of devices that could take down the US government at the push of a button he secrecy hoarded under his bed but God forbid someone ask him to pose for their Instagram story.

Talking to a pretty girl was a completely different story. What would he even talk about? His time before the war involved a lot of nursing an injured or sick Steve back to health. After the war and his time in Hydra, he didn’t really have time for himself. He liked plums. The hobbit. He was thinking about getting a cat. Bucky internally groaned, maybe he’d find a girlfriend at the retirement home down the street; at least they’d have things in common.

Sam cocked an eyebrow while Bucky narrowed his eyes at him. Usually he’d respond with a grumpy pout or complete silence but today his exhaustion had caught up with him. He debated on how to get Sam of his back, a dim, flickering, half broken bulb going off in his sleep deprived brain.

"I already have a girlfriend Tweety bird"

The deafening silence that followed that statement made it clear both men were aware that was a lie. Sam snorted, shaking his head while they both finished they food, slapping a $50 on the counter before leaving. He looked at the super soldier, deciding not to press into the issue further for the night but he definitely wasn’t going to let it go that easily.

5:30 AM

The buzz of his phone jolted him awake, the faint sound of the TV still playing in the background. Bucky felt around for his phone, tossing his sheet off, sitting up from his place on the floor seeing Sam’s caller ID light up the screen.

“What are you doing next Saturday” Sam sounded unusually chipper, a hint of a smirk in his voice, a suspicious amount of enthusiasm for such an early hour.

“Why” Bucky groaned, rubbing sleep from his eyes, going back to lying down.

“Were having a cookout over the weekend, you should come”

“You woke me up to tell me what could have been a text message?” Bucky asked incredulously, closing his eyes, ready to let sleep free him from such a ridiculous conversation.

“Ooo, white panther knows how to text now”

“White Wolf” Bucky grumbled, regretting every telling Sam the name he had been given in Wakanda. “I’ll come if you just let me go back to sleep”

"Alright, but bring your girl too"

There it was.

He could feel the shit eating grin Sam was giving him over the phone, eye brows wigging up and down, all his perfect teeth out.

“Whatcha say Barnes?”

Sleep had disappeared into thin air as Bucky shot up, mentally kicking himself for the nonsense he’d gotten himself into. He fiddled with the corner of his sheet, hoping to find an out.

"I thought you only invited family"

"Hey, anyone that you're allowing within 3 feet of your personal space might as well be considered family" Sam snorted, not believing a single word Bucky had said the night before. The conversation moved on to a different topic, easing some of Bucky’s nerves. A whole hour had passed and Bucky was sure he was in the clear until-

“Back to the matter at hand, you bringing her or not?”

“Why are you like this, does being Captain America always come with the caveat with also being a pain in my ass, I’m not going to-”

Bucky was about to refuse until a knock at the door pulled him away from the conversation, the scent of fresh pancakes wafting through the door. He pulled himself up, a smile tugging on his lips, knowing exactly who was on the other side, not needing to check as he untangled himself from the sheets.

His sweet neighbor.

Bucky wasn’t religious and he wasn’t a big believer in a higher power but there had to be something out there when people like you existed. Whenever Sam asked him why he stayed in the dingy little apartment that barely had windows and a closet for a bedroom, he’d insist it was because he preferred a small space and was still getting used to living a normal life so he wasn’t ready for another move just yet.

The part he always left out was that his dingy apartment came with an absolute angle that lived next door. Kind hearted. Sweet. An absolute darling. You were one of the first people he’d interacted with when he moved in. All the nerves he had about living alone and growing accustomed to a regular life melted away the first day, when you came over with a plate of fresh cookies.

He felt like a little boy whenever you were around, having the biggest crush on the prettiest girl on the playground, his mind going to mush whenever you smiled at him. But it wasn’t a crush. Nope. No....? No. He narrowed his eyes at himself before making his way to the door.

“Buck? Did your tongue rust-”

“I’ll uh-I’ll think about it” He mumbled before cutting the call, a bashful smile on his face as he unhooked the chain and swung the door open. “G’morning doll”

“Good Morning” You grinned, handing Bucky the plate which he gratefully accepted, his stomach rumbling between the butterflies that fluttered in his tummy. “I heard you get in last night, didn’t think you’d have time to do a grocery run or cook anything” You handed him a bag of fruits and vegetables, two of those bags full of plums. His favorite.

“You didn’t have to do all this” If his cheeks grew any warmer he would’ve sworn he was running a fever. And he didn’t get fevers.

“You’re out saving the world, I think getting you a few groceries is the least I could do. So, how’s the new Captain?” You had never met Sam in person but hearing enough stories from Bucky told you all you needed to know. No one else was better suited to take on the shield than him.

“A pain in my ass even if he means well” Bucky smiled shaking his head to himself. “He’s been pestering me to get out more...start dating” He mumbled the last part, wincing. He’d fought off aliens, gone to battle alongside a tree and a talking raccoon, survived being help captive by Hydra but being boyfriend material? His flirting game was as strong as pre serum Steve's right hook.

“Well, handsome solider like you, shouldn’t be too hard to find you a date” You felt your own face heat up as soon as the words left your mouth but wasn’t like it was a secret. There was no way he would have had trouble in the dating department; aside from being one of the most beautiful people you’d laid your eyes on he was also the sweetest. Bucky was nothing but a gentleman and with a pure and soft heart and if you didn’t get your shit together and control the way he made you weak in the knees-

“Not the same ladies man I was in the 40′s doll” He chuckled, blue eyes sparkling at your compliment, “Either way, I got myself into a mess with that” He smiled sheepishly while you cocked your head, urging him to continue.

“Well, I sort of lied to get him off my case” Bucky blushed, rubbing the back of his head, his the pink on his cheeks deepening at your cheeky smile. “I-I told him I already have a girlfriend but as you can see-” Bucky waved into his empty apartment that showed no signs of human life, “-it back fired immediately because he's invited my nonexistent girlfriend to a cookout this weekend. In Louisiana. With all his family. And friends”

Bucky let his head hit the wall with a dull thump, cursing himself for putting a foot in his mouth. Sure he could just come clean and say he lied. But that would mean admitting he lied and that was worse because then Sam would give him shit for that, plus try to get him out more and-

“What if- what if I went with you?” Bucky’s head shot up, blinking in surprise at your words, wondering if he heard you correctly. “I could pretend to be your girlfriend for a day, get Cap off your case. Only if you’re comfortable with it though”

“Really? You’d do that?” You giggled at his lost puppy expression, his eyes lighting up when he realized you were being serious.

“Of course” You smiled sincerely, “I’d be happy to! Just let me know what time to be ready at and I’ll be all yours”

All his.

The little boy in his was running around in circles, his heart beating too fast for the rest of his body to keep up. The thought of you being his girlfriend for a day was more than he could ever dream of. Of course it was only pretend and he’d wouldn’t dare push for more; not when you deserved the world. At the very least, he wouldn’t have to deal with Sam’s nagging.

Problem solved.

*****

This was a bad idea.

A bad, bad idea.

Bucky had gone through at least 4 outfits, debating between an array of Henley’s, before settling on a blue one when he remembered you complimented it because it was blue like his eyes. He picked up his razor and then immediately put it down when he remembered you once said you liked the scruff on him. Even if this was just pretend, every single part of him was on edge as if this were a real date. As soon as his enhanced hearing picked up your soft footsteps padding down the hall, he was right by the door, nervously chewing his lip.

Bucky blinked, his heart nearly giving way at 106 years old when he saw you make your way down the hall towards his apartment. You were in a flowery sundress, with a large cakebox in hand, your sweet perfume already making him dizzy. If Sam didn’t kill him for lying, the crush he had on you would be the next thing to take him out.

"You-you look beautiful" And sweet. And adorable. And delectable.

An angel.

You looked like an angel.

"Thank you, you look good too Sarge" You looked down at Bucky’s chest instead of meeting his eyes, unable to look at his pretty face. His adorable face. Handsome face. That dimple on his chin. Blue eyes. Pink lips. Fuck, you had such a big crush on him.

It was going to be an interesting day.

*****

Bucky parked the car at Sam’s place, which wasn’t too far from the lake where everyone had gathered. Part of him was almost sad they had made it on time; the car ride over with you ending faster than he’d liked.

“He wasn’t kidding when he said he only invited family” Bucky snorted, seeing all of Sam’s relatives there along with his closest neighbors, many of whom he’d met before. He took the cakebox from you, slipping his hand into yours, smiling when you gave him a reassuring squeeze. You both made your way over, hand in hand, your heart skipping a beat each time someone greeted Bucky, every single person over joyed that he’d finally met someone to call his.

He made his way over to the grill where Sam filliped a few burgers; the new Cap grinning when he saw you both. There was no missing the sparkle in his eyes when he looked down to your hand in Bucky’s, noting you were was holding his metal one, no longer covered by gloves.

Interesting.

“You’re lookin’ good” Sam wiggled his eyebrows at Bucky, loving the way the soldier rolled his eyes, trying to brush off the way his cheeks were dusted pink.

“This is y/n, my girlfriend” Girlfriend. Bucky loved the way it rolled off his tongue with ease, not feeling an ounce of hesitance. The word previously feeling so foreign to him now felt so natural when he had you by his side. And holding your hand. And hearing your laugh. And-

Relax Bucky, it’s just for a day.

“I’m Sam, and it’s very nice to meet you” He pulled you into a hug, still curiously eyeing Bucky, genuinely unable to figure out where he’d managed to find a sweetheart like you.

“Thank you for the invite” you giggled as he gave you a light squeeze before letting you go, inspecting the cakebox Bucky handed to him. He grinned at the fresh strawberries that decorated the cake, shamelessly plucking one off and popping it into his mouth. “Strawberry shortcake. A little white wolf told me it was your favorite”

“Well if the big bad wolf likes you then I like you cause he doesn’t like anybody. You must be special” Sam mused, a part of him wanting to be skeptical but there was nothing, absolutely nothing made up about the Bucky was looking at you. He gazed down at you as if you’d hung the moon and stars right in his room, an utterly lovesick puppy. You felt your cheeks heat up, burying your face into Bucky’s side while he chuckled, pulling you closer to him and pressing a kiss on top of your head. Damn right, she’s special.

You both made your way over to mingle with the rest of the crowd, have no trouble at all playing the role of an utterly in love boyfriend and girlfriend. Bucky didn’t miss a single chance to press little kisses on your cheeks, every so often pecking your nose. His hand never left your waist, always holding you close to him, his face occasionally buried into the crook of your neck.

You played your part almost better than he did, gushing over what a gentleman he always was to you, stayed tucked by his side, nuzzling under his chin, occasionally actually getting lost in his soft scent of laundry detergent, his cologne and something distinctly him. You made the elderly ladies giggle and blush each time Bucky did something adorable, proudly showing you off to everyone.

He didn’t even let you eat without being the most perfect doting boyfriend. You’d both served your plates, finding a nice spot to sit under a shady tree; Bucky sat on the large lawn chair, secretly happy there was only one. You were about to walk off to get another when he tugged your wrist and pulling you back.

“C’mere, I wont bite” Bucky grinned, surprised with himself as he pulled you onto his lap with ease. You let out a squeak, your nose bumping against his as you plopped onto him, lips nearly brushing his.

“Smooth, Barnes. Remind me again, how you don’t have a girlfriend” You let out a breathless laugh, screaming to yourself on the inside that this was fake. He was playing the role perfectly, that was all. So fucking perfectly.

Why was he so perfect.

Bucky smirked, kissing your shoulder, letting you relax against his chest, wondering if you’d feel his heart hammering against his ribcage from how flustered he actually was. He easily maneuvered you so you sat comfortably across his thighs, his arm still securely around your waist.

When was he ever this smooth.

If anyone else was this close, he’s run for the hills, but now he was contemplating tossing you over his shoulder and running to Sam’s house, the guest bedroom was upstairs and two doors to the right-

“Well I’ll be damned, he really does have a girlfriend” Sam shook his head while Joaquin snorted, both men looking at you and Bucky with heart eyes while they sipping their beers from the docks.

“You think they’re faking?” Joaquin nudged Sam’s shoulder, watching Bucky now fed you a piece of cake, still keeping you on his lap, sneakily kissing the cream from the corner off your lips between bites. You’d giggle every time, feeding him a strawberry, squealing when he’s playfully bite your fingers.

“You can fake a lot of things but not the way he’d blushing and giggling like a toddler in a candy store” Bucky played with your fingers, intertwining them with his hand, his nose scrunching as he laughed at something you said.

“It’s nice to see him like this” Joaquin had seen grumpy Bucky, grouchy Bucky, angry Bucky, scary Bucky, sleepy Bucky, just about every Bucky on the planet, but this? This was a first. Love struck Bucky. Charming Bucky. Happy Bucky. Simpy Bucky. Sappy Bucky. Giggly Bucky. Playful biting Bucky. Ready to get down on one knee if you’d let him, Bucky.

“Steve always said he was a charmer, he wasn’t lying”

They couldn’t take their eyes off the way the corner of Bucky’s eyes crinkled each time he smiled or the way you’d instinctively lean into him when he spoke. He’d tuck your hair away from your face, his hands lingering on your cheek for a second longer, giving them a glimpse of the man from the 40′s before the war, youthful and innocent, his heart full of hope, a smirk that would make his best girl swoon; the both of you in your own little world.

“He looks happy”

Sam had seen people look happy before. They’d smile but their eyes would be empty. They’d laugh but their voices were hollow. They’d look like they were on top of the world while sitting at rock bottom. The way Bucky’s eyes sparkled, his boyish laugh, the way he’d nuzzle into you, trying to be closer to you than physically possible, was more than just looking happy.

“He is happy”

Bucky had completely forgotten about pretending with you, lost in how perfectly you fit in his arms. You had taken up your role very seriously, telling him how utterly handsome he was, never missing moment to peck his scruffy cheek or card your fingers through his short soft locks. You intertwined you fingers with his vibrainium ones, busing your lips against his cool knuckles.

At some point in the afternoon, he’d slipped his jacket off and wrapped you up with it as evening crept around the corner. Not a single person doubted the nature of your relationship; at least four of Sam’s uncles had told Bucky to propose soon.

You don’t meet a girl who makes you this damn giggly just anywhere, Sergeant. Hold onto her.

****

Just when he thought he couldn’t fall for you more, you had fallen asleep in his arms, contently snuggled up in his jacket as the sunset over the lake. Most of Sam’s family had gone back home, a few close relatives still hanging around the boat, sipping on coffee. Bucky couldn’t help but wrap his arms around you, softly kissing your forehead; he could get used to this. Cuddling up with you after date nights. Hearing your laugh. The softness of your lips. The way your hand always found itself in his metal one without hesitation.

Fuck he wished this was real.

You stirred slightly, a content sigh slipping past your lips at the feel of his kiss. Nothing felt more comfy than being wrapped up by the super soldier, his solid arms holding you close. You didn’t want to wake up, wishing you could sleep forever if it meant you’d be this close to Bucky all the time. The day felt like a dream; the exact dreams you had when you thought about your sweet neighbor. How it’d be for him to call you yours. To Be his girl. To make him smile. To make him laugh.

If only it wasn’t just for a day.

“You have a nice nap, baby?” Bucky smirked as you blinked awake, stretching on his lap like a cat before snuggling against him again. “My pretty girl”

“Why wouldn’t I when my boyfriend is the comfiest spot to sleep on?” You teased, bringing your hand up to toy with the chain of his dog tags. Bucky chuckled, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes, kissing your nose. There was no one around you both, though neither of you seemed interesting in dropping the act just yet.

“You fit perfectly here, doll” He grinned, blushing when he hesitantly pulled you a little closer, your arms moving to wrap around his shoulders, resting on the back of his neck.

“I think I like it here” You sucked in a breath as he rested his forehead against yours, bringing his hand to cup your cheek. His nose gently bumped against yours, his warm breath tickling your lips.

“Me too” He closed the gap between you both, pressing his lips to yours sweetly, savoring every bit of your softness. He couldn’t help but deepen the kiss as you parted your mouth letting his tongue lace with yours while your hand made its way through his hair, tugging on his short locks. Bucky let out a groan, letting his hands drop to your waist, kissing you for as long as he could until you both needed oxygen.

“Maybe we can pretend for a little longer?” Bucky broke away, panting, his forehead still pressed against yours. You giggled between breaths, peppering kisses across his face.

“Just a little longer?”

“Maybe- maybe forever?” He looked at you with his classic puppy eyes, his heart bursting when you pulled him in for another kiss; forever. Forever sounded good.

A few years later

“So, you finally gonna admit I made this happen?” Sam whispered while Bucky snorted, shaking his head.

“Not gonna happen”

“C’mon, I made this happen, I caused this”

“You caused chaos”

Sam scoffed in fake offence, taking a sleepy Becca from Bucky’s arms while the soldier went to go check on you. “Now when do I get to meet my second God child?”

“In a few hours” Bucky stretched before making his way back to your room, smiling at your resting form. He carefully laid down beside you, letting his hand splay across your tummy; in just a few more hours there would be a little Samuel Grant Barnes in the world.

“We’re really good at pretending” You murmured, make Bucky chuckle, taking your hand in his and kissing the ring that sat on your finger.

“Maybe just one more baby after this? Really convince them, Mrs. Barnes?”

“Uncle Sam, tell me a bedtime story?” Becca pouted, having been at the hospital for hours, giving Sam the exact same face Bucky gave you. Her little bottom lip jutting out, big (y/c/e) eyes blinking up at him. He grinned, settling her on his lap before he made a thinking face before asking what she’d want to hear.

“What kinda story, Beccs, an animal story, a super cool falcon story or Captain America story or a flying Falcon Captain America story?”

“The chaos daddy said you caused” She giggled while Sam nodded, taking a deep breath before starting.

“It all started when your daddy said he had a girlfriend...”

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cat3ch1sm · 11 months

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I was wondering if you would do more writing for L. Would you write a NSFW with Dom!L including bondage?

⛪️~ hello, @incivilminds <33 here is your request!! I have done you so dirty dawg like this is actually so old… forgive me plsplspls💔💔💔💔 also GODDAMN this is long as shit what

also yeah, i haven’t been writing a lot for L lately, my bad y’all 😭 i will def be writing more death note soon

*＊✿❀ nsfw ahead! fem!reader,❀✿＊*

It probably hadn’t even been a week since you had been captured, although it felt like it had been months. Vaguely, you recalled your wrists being wrenched behind your back mercilessly and a blindfold being tied roughly around your eyes. While you struggled vehemently against the chafing handcuffs that had been so harshly slapped around your wrists, someone, a man, had told you that you were under suspicion of being involved with Kira. Next thing you knew, you were tied up in a small, empty room, still unable to see or move with your body bound to a terribly uncomfortable metal board-like thing.

For a long time, you were scared out of your mind. For hours on end, you’d been interrogated by a garbled voice coming from somewhere in the room, and you hadn’t been able to give anyone any information. You were hardly allowed any bathroom breaks, and you were only given the bare minimum of food and water to keep you alive. However, despite the small amount of time you’d been captive, the situation you were in felt more hopeless every second. You were sleep-deprived, mentally drained from all the questions every hour of every day, your body was aching like hell from the position you’d been in for what seemed like ages, and you were always thirsty or hungry. On a number of occasions you’d fainted, only realizing it when you were awoken by a stern voice from some audio device in the room.

When you heard the familiar click of the microphone in the room, you had just begun to drift off again- sleeping was really all you could to in this predicament, and you weren’t really getting much of that either- it was hard to do so when you were literally tied to a board at 90 degrees and being watched every single second. And you already knew whoever had you captive now was tired of you asking to go to the bathroom every two seconds.

“Y/N.”

The stoic but demanding tone of whoever was speaking was something you were used to by now- but realizing that you were probably about to be interrogated ruthlessly again by this mechanical voice was almost too much, especially alongside being deprived of most of your senses for so long like this. You couldn’t find it in yourself to respond, instead barely lifting your head from its loll on your chest.

“Good. You’re up. Now, tell me what you know about Kira.”

This again. You could almost feel your sanity slipping through your fingers.

You replied with an inaudible murmur, not even really knowing what you were saying yourself.

“Speak up. I can’t hear you.”

This time, you didn’t respond, and dropped your head again, an overwhelming sleepiness suddenly coming over you. Today, you just weren’t up for it- you couldn’t care less what anyone did to you.

There was an unexpected silence for a few seconds- you’d expected the voice to resume its distorted badgering the second you failed to reply. But when the voice sounded again, its tone wasn’t as stony as it had been previously.

“You seem tired. How are you doing?”

Before you could stop it, a dull, bitter laugh burst from your throat. “How am I doing?” Your voice was raspy from lack of hydration and to speak by itself hurt your throat. “Don’t patronize me.”

More silence. For a second you’d thought maybe you’d made the voice mad, but what it said next surprised you. “Watari. Get the girl some water.”

Next thing you knew, there was shuffling beside you, and then a hard object at your lips. You could feel the cold air from it flowing on your skin, and then Watari tilted the cup towards your lips, signaling you to drink. However, you kept your lips tightly shut- you didn’t want to accept any formalities from whoever was behind this.

Watari tried again, but this time you moved your head out of the way quite violently, feeling your hair dip into the water before your head hit the side of the cup, knocking it from Watari’s hand and spilling the cold liquid all over your body. It brought you a little pleasure to know that you were being an inconvenience, and now there was a mess to clean up. Besides that, now you might be allowed clean clothes.

Silence from Watari. You wondered if you’d made him mad.

“Ryuzaki, the girl doesn’t seem to be cooperating.”

You were a little surprised by Watari’s voice. You’d thought he was a man on the younger side, but instead he sounded rather elderly. You shuddered to yourself.

“Yes, I can see that,” came the tiny little voice through the speakers. It sounded like his or her teeth were clenched.

Ryuzaki. So that was your captor’s name. Even if you did get punished for your difficult behavior, at least you’d come away with a little victory.

“Feel free to depart, Watari,” Ryuzaki spoke again, the crackle of the feedback echoing through the room. “I’m going to come down there myself.”

He was coming down? You weren’t sure if you were anxious or eager. Perhaps he’d finally finish you off.

“Ryuzaki, are you sure?” Watari questioned.

“She can’t see me,” Ryuzaki replied coolly. “It’ll be fine. By this point, she needs a change of clothes, anyway- the water in fact contained a light dose of a chemical that would make the girl’s mind a little weaker and relax some of her tension, perhaps draw the truth out of her- and I can’t have it spilled on her clothes like it is now.”

Chemical? Draw the truth out of you? Any regrets about rejecting the water drained from your mind the instant Ryuzaki said that. Another tiny victory.

“Go ahead, Watari. I’ll be down shortly.”

Watari complied, and soon you heard footsteps depart from you and eventually vanish.

It was a little while before you heard anyone else again, and you waited anxiously, back aching against the cold, stiff board. Was he going to kill you? Or were you just in for more interrogation? At this point, you’d much rather Ryuzaki just end your misery. Even one more question and you’d go mad.

Despite your rising anxiety, you couldn’t ignore the pull of sleep weighing down your eyelids and blurring your vision. It had been ages since you’d slept properly, and even the small intervals of sleep you managed to get were constantly disrupted by the crackly voice over the intercom waking you up to ask you the same set of questions. Because of this, while waiting for Ryuzaki, you actually began to drift off- but just as you were about to really fall asleep, you heard footsteps echoing throughout the room.

The sound snapped you back to alertness, making you jolt. The footsteps grew louder and louder, growing closer, and then they stopped right in front of you. You froze, body completely stiff- Ryuzaki had arrived. However, he didn’t speak, which only made you more nervous.

After a few agonizing minutes, you at last heard a voice, allowing you to relax a bit- but it wasn’t much. However, the voice did surprise you- it was a young man, much unlike the crackly sound you’d been hearing for the time that you’d been here. There was a raspy edge to it as well- you could say confidently that it certainly wasn’t an ugly voice. In fact, it was sort of comforting in a twisted manner- it would have been worse if it was an old man watching you this entire time.

“Mr. Matsuda, Aizawa,” Ryuzaki commanded, “turn off the cameras and the audio.”

What?

The two men Ryuzaki had addressed seemed to have a similar reaction as yours. “Huh? L- I mean, Ryuzaki, that’s nuts! This is an interrogation!” came a protesting voice rather loudly through the microphone, the feedback making you flinch. It sounded like a much younger man’s voice, younger than Ryuzaki.

There was a brief pause before another, more mature-sounding voice came through the speaker. “Yeah- Ryuzaki, we trust you, but is that something you really want to do?”

“I want to talk to our suspect alone.” Ryuzaki continued calmly, unfazed by either of the men’s protests. “Matsuda, please turn off the camera and the audio.”

This couldn’t be good at all. Now you were almost certain Ryuzaki was going to kill you. Why else would he want the audio and video off? He couldn’t possibly be letting you go.

Matsuda sighed. “Okay, Ryuzaki, if you say so.” There was a click, soon followed by a second one, and the feedback finally silenced.

You let out an involuntary whimper through your gag. Now you were really alone, and with the blindfold you only had your fate to ponder. Was this it?

You felt Ryuzaki move closer to you, and you bit down on your gag, anticipating his next move- but to your surprise, you felt slender fingers grasp your blindfold and undo it, the metal headpiece falling from your face.

Instantly, you were blinded by the light, and a series of shapes and light exploded in front of your eyes. Flinching, you automatically shut your eyes again, completely overwhelmed with sensory input given you’d been blindfolded for days on end with no break whatsoever. You didn’t even get to see your captor’s face. However, you still felt when he removed the dirty gag from your mouth, the foul taste of the rag damp with your saliva finally leaving.

You couldn’t help the giant gulp of air you took right after Ryuzaki removed the gag, having had a lot of your airway obstructed for almost a week. For quite a while, you just coughed and gasped, making up for lost breath while Ryuzaki simply stood a short distance in front of you and watched.

When your coughing spell finally ceased and you were able to see for the most part, you at last slowly lifted your head from its loll on your chest- coming face to face with your captor at last. And to say the least, you were rather caught off guard.

He was fairly tall, a height you would expect for a man about the age he looked, but that was about the only thing conventional about him. You’d thought it would be a more refined man, polished and cold and calculating, like the head of an organized crime group. However, you were instead met with a pale face with wide, sunken-in gray eyes, a pallor over his entire body and his black hair wildly arranged all over his head. Along with that, he had on a mere white T-shirt and baggy jeans- and no shoes!- rather than the more debonair attire you’d expected him to wear. Pretty much everything about the man was in contrast to what you had thought him to be, and you couldn’t suppress the shocked expression that came across your face.

Ryuzaki tilted his head at you upon seeing your expression. “Surprised?”

You said nothing, instead recoiling back against the metal board. No matter what he looked like, this was still your kidnapper who had held you hostage for five days.

“No need to look so nervous.” Ryuzaki shrugged nonchalantly. It was as if he’d done this a million times. “I’m not down here to harm you.”

“You aren’t?” It just popped out. You didn’t know you remembered how to speak words other than the same mantra of “Yes,” “No,” or “I don’t know” in reply to Ryuzaki’s endless interrogation questions.

“Your enunciation is surprisingly good for someone who’s had a gag in their mouth for the past several days,” Ryuzaki remarked casually, his eyes drifting from yours down to your lips. He placed his hands behind his back and slowly circled the metal board you were bound to, inspecting you closely. Revolted, you shrank against the metal as much as possible, trying to avoid his scrutinizing gaze.

Finally, Ryuzaki came back around in front of you. “Your tense body language would suggest that you’re rather wary of me.” He paused, inching closer to you still. “I’m not surprised.”

“No shit,” you managed, giving the detective the most beseeching glare you could.

Ryuzaki tilted his head at you. “Well, it’s nice to see you still have at least a bit of fight in you, hm?” Then, all of a sudden, he brought his face directly up to yours, his wide gray eyes burning into yours and startling you. You recoiled as much as possible, but found yourself unable to break away from his gaze. “Now, tell me- what? Do you know? About Kira.” His voice was just a low hiss, and you felt your heart pound in your chest and your breath speed up. Determined not to give him the satisfaction, you retorted, “I told you already- I don’t know anything.”

Ryuzaki pulled back after hearing those words, his expression going back to it’s normal stoic self. He didn’t say anything for a moment.

“Alright. Since you don’t seem to be cooperating, I suppose I’ll have to take on another tactic to get you to talk.” Ryuzaki turned away and vanished around a corner for a moment, and for a brief moment you felt scared that he was going to pull out something like a knife or a taser to torture information out of you. But when the detective reappeared, he had something you definitely weren’t expecting him to come out with.

“A vibrator?” you sputtered, unable to contain your disbelief. Ryuzaki didn’t seem rattled by your outburst at all, only fiddling with the device in his hand before looking back up to address you.

“I assume you were expecting me to emerge with some… torture device of some sort. But when it comes to these things, I find pleasure is a much more effective method of interrogation,” Ryuzaki explained, approaching you with the vibrator. “Since you won’t talk, I’ll just have to make you. Now, stay still for me so I can get these clothes out of the way.” Ryuzaki kneeled to the ground and picked up a knife, making you jump, but he addressed you again. “Don’t worry. I just need to take off your clothes without undoing your restraints.”

This helped your nerves a little bit, but not really. Still, you figured it wouldn’t be a good idea to fight him while he had the knife so close to your skin. Ryuzaki held you around the waist with one hand to keep your body still while he dragged the knife down the raggedy white garment you had on, slicing the cloth in half and allowing it to fall from your body effortlessly. You flinched when you felt the cold air hit your skin, but as your body was exposed, you noticed something odd.

“Ah. Judging by the look on your face, I assume you’ve noticed that you’re a little… messy between the legs.”

You looked up at Ryuzaki abruptly. You were indeed unusually wet, despite hardly being aroused- although even when you were you normally weren’t this wet. “What did you do?”

Ryuzaki’s tone was indifferent, as always. “I had a feeling that when I gave you the chemical in the drink that you spilled that you would resist. However, I was prepared. When you were asleep earlier today, I managed to give you the aphrodisiac anyway.” He paused for a second. “However… I think I may have given you slightly more than what was needed to stimulate your erogenous zones, so forgive me.” Ryuzaki bent back down so he was on his knees on the ground with his head level with your crotch. “I’ll ask you one more time, Y/N, before I touch you. What do you know about Kira?”

You bit your lip, legs squirming a bit, but didn’t reply. Ryuzaki waited for your reply, but when he saw that you weren’t going to offer him anything, he turned the vibrator in his hand on and brought it to your exposed clit, making you let out a whimper and try and close your legs.

“Ah, ah, ah- no use in struggling. Your legs are bound, remember?” Ryuzaki reminded you airily, circling the vibrator around your clit lightly. The pleasure making your knees weak made you almost glad that you were leaned against the metal board- his aphrodisiac had been very effective, apparently, because even though Ryuzaki was being quite gentle you were already wriggling and moaning.

“This vibrator does have higher settings, you know,” Ryuzaki informed you. “And I must want you, I can do this all day.” He had the ghost of a smile on his face when he said this, and you knew he wasn’t bluffing. As if to make a point, he hit a button on the vibrator, and you instantly felt when the vibrations increased, your breath hitching as your back arched. “There’s no point in denying that you know anything about Kira, so why don’t you just skip the hassle and tell me what you know?”

You found it difficult to respond with the sensation from the vibrator taking over your senses, but you still managed to say something. “He- isn’t from Japan. He lives in- ah!”

Ryuzaki pressed the vibrator harder against your sensitive clit, cutting you off mid-sentence. “Don’t bother lying. I conducted an experiment aged ago that verified that Kira is in fact Japanese. Try again. And it would be appreciated if you didn’t lie this time.”

Your breathing was heavy and your body flushed, your juices spilling out onto the tips of Ryuzaki’s fingers. God, you wished he hadn’t drugged you, because the pleasure was already almost overwhelming. “Fuck- fine, he is Japanese.”

His tone was hard. “Didn’t I just tell you that I know that already? Why don’t you share with me identifying details about his identity. Try his age, appearance, birthday, or the school he goes to. Are you not a high school senior? Have you noticed anybody that stands out in particular?”

You scoffed. “Why would Kira be in high school? What high school kid has time to commit mass murders like this?”

Wrong answer. Ryuzaki turned up the vibrator higher still and dragged it down your dripping slit until it was positioned at your hole. Slowly, he slid the top of the vibrator inside of you with a very wet sound and began pumping it agonizingly slowly, up and down.

You felt your legs immediately begin to tremble, feeling your own arousal slide down your thighs. With every thrust of the vibrator you let out a whimper, squirming like crazy but unable to escape as Ryuzaki placed one hand on your thigh to still you a bit. Your whole lower body throbbed with arousal and pleasure.

“Ah- please, Ryuzaki-“

“Please? Please, what?” Ryuzaki queried, seemingly not affected at all by how needy you clearly were. “Do you want to orgasm? Is that what it is, Y/N?”

You whimpered and nodded, still squirming and moaning with the vibrator moving inside you. Ryuzaki kept his pace slow and steady, making sure to drag it out as much as possible. You didn’t know how this could feel so amazing and yet awful at the same time, your peak just within reach but escaping every time you were close enough. And you knew that Ryuzaki knew this.

“I’ll let you come all you’d like if you just give me the information I want to know,” Ryuzaki told you plainly. “I’m listening.”

You didn’t want to give Ryuzaki the satisfaction, but god, did the vibrator feel absolutely amazing going in and out of your soaking hole like this- and the aphrodisiac just made you more needy.

“Oh… oh, fuck, mmm, okay- please, Ryuzaki, stop moving the-“

“Oh, is the pleasure too much for you? You are indeed very wet…” Ryuzaki finally paused his movements with the vibrator, and despite the ache you felt in your entrance for more, you were finally able to answer Ryuzaki properly for the most part.

You let out a shaky breath, legs shaking. “I don’t know his first name, but his last name is Yagami. We’re the top students in our class, and one day when we were studying together he told me he was Kira.”

Ryuzaki paused for a moment. “Hm. You don’t seem to be lying this time.” He peered up at your flushed, glistening face before looking back down at the vibrator moist with your juices. Muttering to himself, he said, “Hm, I was right- I did dose you with too much of the aphrodisiac…” Regardless, he slipped the vibrator back inside of you, making you let out a broken moan as he pumped it in and out. “Good girl. Now answer one more question for me.”

You were trembling again, your walls squeezing around the vibrator. Your thighs were wet and sticky now as you nodded, trying to stifle the lewd sounds leaving your lips.

“Alright. How does Kira kill?”

This question made your heart skip a beat- revealing the answer, depending on what Ryuzaki did with it, could be very incriminating and have major implications for mankind as a whole. You hesitated, and Ryuzaki noticed, stopping the movements of the vibrator yet again.

“Go on,” Ryuzaki prompted, waiting expectantly. The vibrator was just centimeters away from your throbbing sex, and you could hear the vibration from beneath you.

Shit. Were you really so desperate that you’d give away something like this?

Apparently so. You wanted to blame it on the aphrodisiac, but you knew you couldn’t do that this time.

“You… won’t believe me, but… there’s something called a Death Note. Whenever you write someone’s name in it, that person dies. I don’t really know all the details, but… that’s how he kills.”

Ryuzaki seemed actually startled by this information, but he didn’t question it, so he knew you weren’t lying. He quickly covered up his surprise with his usual mask of indifference, waiting a few moments before speaking again.

“Oh. Alright, then. I’ll have to retrieve more details later, but for now that will suffice. You seem to have given me all the information you have.”

You didn’t reply, but your back was arched, your pelvis close to L’s head.

Ryuzaki looked back up all of a sudden. “Oh. Right. I suppose it’s only fair of me to let you orgasm.”

You were relieved, as the ache in your pussy was becoming too much to bear. To your surprise, though, Ryuzaki turned the vibrator off and set it on the ground beside him. But before you could be confused about it, he leaned straight down to your sex, the tip of his nose resting just above it, and began to slide his warm tongue along your clit, stopping in between licks to plant sucking kisses along your dripping cunt.

Your legs weakened instantly, and you rode Ryuzaki’s tongue as best as you could strapped to the metal board. The heat and wetness from his mouth felt better than you could have ever imagined, and as you approached your climax, your moans faded into whimpers and broken whines of Ryuzaki’s name. He wrapped his lips around your swollen clit and sucked it slowly, gently, and slipped two slender fingers inside of your sopping hole as well, pumping them back and forth like he did the vibrator.

You came mere minutes later, legs quivering violently and breathing heavily. With a moan of Ryuzaki’s name, you finished in his mouth, spilling from the corners of his lips and running down his chin as he peered up at you through his unkempt black hair. He licked all of your cum off of your thighs, running his tongue up and down the length of your thighs and making you shiver at the feeling.

When Ryuzaki was done, he pulled away from your aching and overstimulated cunt before getting back to his feet with the vibrator in hand while you were still trying to catch your breath and still your trembling thighs.

Before you could react, the detective leaned in and kissed you gently on the lips, letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue. You shuddered as you felt your own cum slide down your chin, and Ryuzaki pulled away. “I appreciate you giving me this information. Watari will be down to provide you with a new garment shortly. It may be a while longer before I allow you to leave, but this will be quite helpful.”

And with that, he was gone before you could even answer.

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Joel dealing with preggo wife #7. 5 Special where Joel DOES get you the dog

Decided Olive from the Esquire shoot will be Spoon because LOOK AT THAT PRECIOUS BABY

Notes: Joel's wifu is never not gonna be pregnant but hypothetically this is a snippet if Joel does decide to follow through after his promise in part 7. Again, not part of main timeline or series but would take place in future after the baby is born:

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Flash forward after your pregnancy, when your healthy little girl is already over one-year-old and Joel can just now barely trust Tommy to babysit her without assistance …

True to his word, Joel brings you to the local pound. You bounce giddily in the passenger seat of the truck with more energy than you’ve had in the last 18 months.

"Ya know, you're almost more excited to get a dog than when we brought our own baby home."

"Gee I wonder if it had anything to do with a 9 hour labor and then splitting my vagina apart, not sleeping for 3 days and then having to wear a pad the size of Africa as she cried the entire ride home?"

He shivers at the thought, remembering how your temper due to sleep deprivation was at its worst yet. "Yeah. Yeah good point."

You both peruse through the sad, shaking little animals behind the serilized gates, and you almost want to burst into tears and leave. But he takes your hand and you both listen closely as the handler explains each story. How they were rescued, their recovery stories, certain needs and comforts, whether they’d be comfortable with children.

You find one who’s chipper to have an audience today, eagerly sniffing you through the gate and wagging his tail.

“Oh, Joel!”

Joel glances at the clipboard on his cage, noting the name: Tommy.

“Hell no.”

“Oh come on, he’s perfect! Already part of the family!”

“Aint letting a dog named after my brother lick your face, hump your leg, and steal you away from me every night. No way.”

The handler comes over and apologies: “Tommy actually already has a family coming to pick him up tomorrow, so he’s not available.”

“Ha!” Joel puts his hands on his hips with a sassy head tilt. “Good—for the dog of course,” he adds to the annoyed handler.

Then Joel finds an anxious little dog whos previous owner had died with no one to look after her. You two sit in the room for a while, quiet and calm and patient until the mut finds the courage, tail tucked between her legs, to rest her chin on your knee. You come in and visit Spoon, as she's appropriately named given how much she likes to conform to your leg and rest, every day for the week before you're absolutely sure she's coming home. And just like that, you two adopt her into the Miller house.

At first Spoon isn't sure of the new home, and especially unsure of the interesting smells coming from the small human in the crib but eventually she quietly relaxes.

Joel was pretty quick to establish rules that would be absolute BS.

"No dog on the couch" well that went out the window week 1. "No dog on the bed" yeah fuck that by week 3. "No food of the plate" bitch you JUST saw him give her the rest of his lasagna.

You had to scold him about giving her too much shit food for her health.

By week four, you started to notice that Spoon is taking a real liking to Joel.

More than she likes you. And Joel is eating it up. Belly rubs, cuddles, even training responses are better suited with Joel than with you. Spoon pretty much only comes to you when she feels like it, never when called. Never sits for you. She's sweet, but pretty much ignores you. And it's kinda fucking--upsetting that your dog is stealing your mans.

Until you find out the dog speaks Spanish.

"That's not fair!" You shout to Joel as Spoon excellently heeds and sits to Joel's every command, tail whipping excitedly with each praise--all in Spanish.

"Its not my fault, honey."

"You KNEW"

"How would I have known?"

Ok, fair point.

And you're kinda pissed but it's so adorable watching Joel really love and train this dog--basically everything he said he wouldn't do cuz it was supposed to be "your" dog.

And while you were scared to introduce her to the baby, Spoon acted like a pro--extremely gentle, happy tamed wags as her big head and wide eyes perched on her petite feet and watched with curious quiet eyes for hours as she slept soundly. She adapted to true guard duty better than even Joel, especially when you would breastfeed, or burp her, or just sway her in your arms. Spoon watched and kept a tight perimeter that not even Joel could intercept when it was Baby duty.

Then one day on her own, while you're reading a book on the couch, Spoon drags her body over and rests on your lap. Always looks at you, presses her snout into your stomach and lies there for hours. And it's so cute, until she's preventing Joel from coming close to you, growling protectively, and keeps being a guard dog for you whether the baby was there or not.

"The hell is wrong with her?" Joel asks, being shoved off to the less-than-deseriable side of the couch.

You shrug and stroke Spoon's ears.

It's not until you go to the doctor with woozy symptoms and an upset stomach that you figure out why Spoon's behavior towards you changed:

You're pregnant again.

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0bituarius · 3 months

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My Personal Alastor Headcanons

Not because I'm a simp or anything ahahahah.... All SFW aside from some cursing of course. :)

I am sleep deprived and stupid so some of these maybe shit and have terrible spelling errors. My mind is running at 3% and some of these were spontaneously made up because that's how my mind works. Enjoy.

📻 Viv let us play with Alastor's sexuality and so I hc he is demisexual (totally not me projecting and basing it off my own experiences, nahhhh...) and he rarely falls for anyone, but when he does he falls HARD.

• That being said, the flirtation begins. He is terrible at it... He respects boundaries and is incredibly respectful but he 100% butchers pickup lines because he genuinely thinks our generation likes those.

- "If you were a vegetable you would be a cucumber."

- "Do you have an extra heart? Mine was stolen."

- Can demons have strokes? That's probably what you are saying

- Angel Dust hears and DIES. Surprisingly gives some solid advice.

- "Stop with the pick-up lines. Just be yourself and it'll work, trust me, ya weirdo..."

- So he does. AKA secretly follows you, will randomly spawn to open doors for you or pull out chairs, chivalry isn't dead, dear! Also tells you about his grizzly murders in his lifetime, if anyone disrespects you prepare for your knight in shoulder pads, will be slick and dedicates one of his radio shows to you and plays an old song from his day. Makes you SWOON. Angel is proud.

- Also likes dates to Cannibal Town and introduces you to Rosie. She thinks you are the cutest thing in the world, prepared to be coddled by both.

📻 He likes to play dress up with you if you let him. Picking out your wardrobe is SO fun for him.

📻 Is a top tier cook. Usually prefers meat and will cook that for you, but if he finds out you are a vegan/pescitarian/etc he will do that. Gets excited when you compliment his cooking.

📻 HE HAS A SECRET TAIL HE IS ASHAMED OF AND I WILL NOT HIDE IT. I LOVE WHEN POWERFUL CHARACTERS HAVE A MILD INCONVENIENCE THAT MAKES THEM LESS SCARY.

📻 He learns words and if it's not from Rosie... Be prepared because it gets bad and gets cringe.

- "Ah! Darling, I heard some demons today as I was on a stroll, they were from your era. What is a mee-mee?"

- "I see... I see. They also said the word "gyatt" to a woman, I assume that is a compliment, so my dear, you have a-"

- You stop him right there, explains what that means and he short circuits. He walks over to the corner and just places his head against it. "I would like to be alone for a while..."

- "If mama knew I said this she would beat my ass to next Tuesday..."

📻 I know it says he's not big on touch but I HC he really doesn't care. He never seems to show any recoil from it, but maybe its just if its strangers?

📻 Will educate you on everything he knows on the macabre and morbid.

📻 Will FORCE you to sit down and check out vintage stuff. Watching TV? Not anymore, there is a microphone cane through it. Charlie has bought you like six phones now...

📻 He is overall an attention seeking puppy.

📻 Does things that get him praise. He WANTS his ego boost and knows you'll give it to him.

📻 Gossips with you about everyone and anything, listens to you rant and will give some genuinely good advice unless its like about an ex or something.

- "Simple, dear! Just kill them."

📻 Jokingly (?) tries to get you to sell your soul to him.

- "All in jest, don't worry! I think the look on your face is HILARIOUS!"

📻 If he sees you upset he tries to make you smile.

📻 If you are short he will put things on the top shelf and stifle a laugh as he watches you try to get it. Bless Husk and Angel for getting it for you.

📻 Angel is the only male he doesn't really have a problem with, hence when he hears about Valentino he has a bit of anger, also just because he thinks hes gross and perverse. Someone like that doesn't deserve to be breathing.

📻 Whiskey is his forte. VERY picky with his drinks, he doesn't like the cheap stuff like Husk does. A lot of people say he drinks wine but I imagine he only likes the hard stuff.

📻 He is the type of man to leave the toilet seat up. Vaggie has voiced her opinions on it.

📻 When he got Niffty out of that toilet he probably waited until the bubbles almost stopped. He's a little bit of an asshole.

📻 Actively pranks Husk. Someone save the cat-man...

- Switches his alcohol with non-alcoholic and sees how long it takes him to realize or get drunk even though he's not.

- Plays poker against him but will actively cheat to make sure he wins 100% of the time.

- Puts cucumbers down to scare the shit out of him.

📻 Since he is a deer demon (a Stag at that) he is VERY territorial, especially of the Hotel. This is HIS home. Will never admit it though.

📻 ✨Sweet Southern Boy✨ (Not really a HC I just wanted to say that, nor is he really sweet)

📻 He hides his accent. It will come out though when he is extremely extremely angry or when he is extremely relaxed.

📻 Will wake you up by staring in your face, you may or not have screamed once.

📻 Bullies Sir Pentious. He's still pissed about him ripping his tailcoat and he holds a grudge.

📻 Also not a headcanon but doesn't mind personal space, will come into the bathroom as you shower for conversation and draw on the steamed mirror. If you ask him to stop he will and completely understands.

📻 Sits and stares at a wall sometime.

📻 Gets everyone to taste his coffee, it is mostly coffee grounds.

📻 Has ate a dog demon on more than one occasion. Unapologetically.

📻 You know those compilations of like people getting hurt on youtube? If he used the internet that shit would be the funniest thing in the world to him.

📻 Uses 1920s slang to confuse everyone.

📻 Jealous.

- Plationic: Um... He's your best friend, right? Why are you giving attention to others when he is RIGHT THERE. Oh? They can do that, well he can do it ten times better. Watch what else he can do! Yeah, he's the coolest, right?

- Romantically: Time to butt heads and flex every possible way. Will RUIN the person's confidence, the psychological warfare begins. He is the better one and he must make it known. If they start flirting with you, blood will be spilled.

📻 When people try and lecture him it goes in one ear and out the other.

📻 His hair tufts are his ears, that may actually be canon, not sure.

- If he gets comfortable enough and you scratch behind they he MELTS. It scared him at first but once he first fell asleep it was nice.

📻 Will tell you about his mother constantly. Bases a lot of his morals and being a gentleman off how his mother taught him and treats women like ✨queens✨

📻 I HC one of his biggest problems with Lucifer and why they had tha number was because he was absent in Charlie's life so much and since his dad left him and his mother he believes absent fathers are the worst. He believes you have an obligation AS A FATHER to be the best you can be and raise your child.

- Absent father? Will bully so hard. He hates them to a fault, even if it wasn't their fault. He refuses to take criticism on it and its one of the things he is most stubborn about. Man got some daddy issues he doesn't want to talk about.

📻 His daddy issues lead to abandonment issues.

📻 His mom passing away will make him be extra attentive if someone he cares about is sick.

- Will check in and only really care if it's the girls.

- Will probably tell the guys to suck it up. Rip.

📻 Touch and affection starved and just doesn't show it. I don't care if it's not in character, let me project my issues in peace.

📻 Says the most out of pocket shit just for shock value.

📻 Rosie teaches him things he isn't allowed to say.

📻 His favorite body part to eat is the heart. He thinks it's poetic.

📻 Owns a record player because of course he does.

- If you want him to try modern day music, you best be getting vinyls.

- If you pull up Spotify he will feel betrayed.

- "So... My radio show isn't good enough? You need some... Application to play music for you?"

- Will guilt trip you and not feel bad. You already use phones and social media, like... Will only indulge if you play HIS type of music, and even then he will bitch about how it sounds better on the record player and how he play it on his show instead.

- I clearly know nothing about how radio shows work and I don't care.

⚠️Mildly suggestive depending on who you are:

📻 Likes boobs, he just likes sleeping on them. He was a mama's boy and he probably rested his head on his mother's chest all the time growing up.

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fluff-n-cookies · 1 month

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Hey!! I was wondering if you are taking requests.

If you are, then. Couln you please write and Father Aizawa x daughter in which she is like really really depressed and he is sick worried for her?

Thankss 🤍🤍

Hello! thx for requesting! I'm not sure if you wanted a little story like a drabble or headcanons so I'm just going to default to do a mix of both. I also wrote it with clinical depression in mind I hope that's okay.

TW; clinical depression, angsty shit, I wrote about the symptoms of depression here: if you have multiple of these symptoms please consider getting diagnosed by a doctor. Aizawa had depression, fem reader.

Aizawa never was good with emotions, he was never the one to express his feelings because he never exactly needed to. Aizawa wouldn't exactly talk to her at first, instead opting to see it as her having an off day.

however, the weeks flew by and he saw less and less of her around the dorms, her friends who once talked to forever never seemed to see her anymore, and her smile. her smile had now been replaced with dead eyes and a soul corrupt.

another week, when disrupted she would bite back. her usual reply to the question "how are you today?" was once "wonderfully really!" about now it was either a comment overflowing with sarcasm or a harsh "leave me alone."

she then start to bounce her leg a lot more, scratch her arms, and doom-scroll on her phone like a life line rather than train to be a hero like she would during her previous years at UA or read her favorite book genres.

and the dead look in her eyes told him everything.

he too had that look in his eyes in his life too.

he had the tattoo of a semicolon with a heart to show for it.

it was the dead of night when he finally approached her, the sun had set and the stars that night felt as dull as her mind. the blinding white lights of the kitchen remain on as she wept amongst her sorrows. sleep deprived eyes turned redder than they already are from the sting of her never ending tears.

she did not deserve this.

the air was cold in that room, clammy hands shaking didn't help much either.

Aizawa said nothing when he saw the slight before him,

he had done the same at one point too.

this situation was delicate glass, for the person before him was not the strong girl he "knew". this was the soft, misshapen, confused, and scared blob that no longer had the hard and heavy armor to protect her.

he wanted nothing more to hug her when she looked at him with scared eyes and a tear stained cheeks.

"Aizawa Sensei I-" she started, the voice cracks made it all the more pitiful.

"I came to get water." his voice unwavering, there was only room for one mentally unstable person in that tiny kitchen and he loved her too much to take the position of being the one crying.

he felt bad, he knew that feeling of either being empty or being overridden with that burden in your heart you don't know the name of. a constant reminder of doom that has your heart in a choke hold.

but this was still as fragile as anything.

he poured himself a glass of water,

the tension was thick and odd.

he sat down,

he could practically feel the labored breaths she took, the shaking, the empty feeling in her chest. like she was dying and from the inside out. the crying must have taken a toll on her too for her cheeks were red from the tears.

he sat next to her, sitting in front of her may make her feel like he was going to scold her.

"would you like to talk about it?"

"...please... no... I don't think I can..." it was hard to believe this was the voice of the girl he remembered so fondly as his favorite student.

I suppose even the moon has a dark side.

"okay, you need to though." voice steady like a rock you trust never to crumble.

"what?" her voice quivering.

"It know it's hard,

I know it's going to take a while,

but you can succeed,

just please let me help you."

the room went silent for a moment, he passed you the glass of water.

"drink, tomorrow, you are spending your day with Hound Dog, you don't have to talk with him about this specifically, just talk with him until we can understand what is actually happening. you need someone to talk to. you can bail at anytime."

"what is happening to me though? I- I don't know anymore."

he knew that feeling so well.

"I'm not entirely sure," those words came from his heart. "but I'm willing to help you through it. we can take you to a psychiatrist to know for sure."

"...okay."

Aizawa got up, pushing the glass towards you again, excessive crying often leads to dehydration. and he started doing what his mother would do, he started prepping fruits, in this case it was oranges. he lined them all up on a plate, smiling a little at the thought of waking up from a nightmare as a child and defaulting to devouring blueberries.

he put them in front of you, started speaking as a usual person would, about stupid criminals he had recently put behind bars and crazy super fans that created elaborate photo shopped photos of him and them for social media.

for the first time in a while

the phrase

"are you okay?"

wasn't even mentioned.

for the first time in a while

she felt human.

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edit: while writing this I noticed I had a lot of the symptoms, so I went to the doctor and turns out it wasn't just burn out it was severe depression! and asthma apparently...

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ayanominitrash · 5 months

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Stay Awake For Me (Sukuna x reader)

I first posted this on Ao3 here.

**contains cussing and mentions of taking medication One shot where the reader is a sleepy university student and Ryomen Sukuna is the infamous mean frat boy classmate. An encounter in class resulted in him finding out you're taking meds for anxiety.

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University certainly kicks ass, and it certainly is incredibly expensive. You try your best to keep up with the never-ending piles of homework and your hectic part-time night shift job at the nearby fast food chain. The pay was shit but you'd do anything to support yourself instead of relying solely on your siblings' money to help you through school.

Unfortunately, you couldn't keep up with it all with your past school schedule, so you dropped one of your subjects and replaced it with one that's a bit later than usual. This is hilarious on your part because after lunch was usually when your sleep-deprived self has caught up with you and you end up dozing off in that class almost all the time.

Today was no different. Your eyelids feel heavy as you take a seat. It wasn't your usual seat but you couldn't care less as your head falls down in your arms as you take a nap while the class was waiting for the professor.

It wasn't long till you were shoved off of your seat and onto the floor, squealing out in surprise as you rub your aching bottom from the fall.

"The fuck you think you're doing sitting on my chair, brat?"

The metal stands of the chair you once sat on grinds against the floor before the tall man takes a seat, looking down at you with a disgusted look on his face.

It was Ryomen Sukuna. He's a notorious frat boy who everyone feared. This wasn't your first time interacting with him so you weren't surprised by his brash behavior.

The same goes for the other people in the class. They stopped in their conversation when you fell, but seeing that it was Sukuna, they weren't surprised and went back to their own thing.

"S-sorry, I didn't know I was sitting at - "

"Well, now you know. Now, get the fuck out of my space." He says as he waved a hand like he is dismissing you.

You quickly gather the stuff that fell with you, scrambling to stand up. You hear something metallic fall out of your bag, to which you seem to notice Sukuna was going to say something about it when the professor finally shows up. You hurriedly find your usual seat at the back and plop down before the scary man can say anything else.

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It was finally the end of class and you managed to stay awake this time. The incident probably helped you stay alert. The class said their goodbyes to the professor and you were quick to gather your things and walk out the door. During the class, Sukuna keeps on looking back at you with a quizzical look on his face. You don't know what this means but you certainly aren't going to hang back after class to find out. For all you know, the man was thinking of different ways to murder you.

It was either he was fast as hell or you were moving too slow because he caught up to you in the middle of the hallway, pulling you by the back of your collar to stop you.

"Brat, stop walking so fast. Geez." Sukuna says as you turn around to look up at him.

"L-look, it was a little mistake. I didn't notice that it was your chair -"

"Shut up." He simply says before his hand reaches something from his pocket. "You dropped this, genius."

One look was all it takes before you immediately grabbed the metallic item from his hand. You quickly looked around to see if anyone saw the thing before sighing in relief.

"That some kind of birth control or something?"

"W-what?! Do I look like someone who has an active sex life for that kind of thing?!" You say, cheeks and ears turning pink at the ludicrous statement that left the tall man's lips.

He simply shrugs. "The fuck is it then?"

"I-it's my... .my prescription meds. F-for my anxiety. Please don't tell anyone."

"Oh," He has the same quizzical look he was giving you in class, but this time, it was more thoughtful. The tall man suddenly smiles widely. "So you're a psycho or something, then? Crazy?"

This was something that may seem normal for anyone, like off-handed teasing but this was a sensitive topic for you and something in you snap. Suddenly, you weren't afraid of the man in front of you anymore. You throw him a stormy look on your face, the best that you can muster that he actually looks a bit surprised. Without saying anything, you turn around to speedwalk out of the hallway, trying to get a good distance away from the prick.

"Woah, woah, there. What's the matter, struck a nerve?" Sukuna quickly caught up beside you. With him being taller than you, it was an easy few strides for him to fall in step beside you despite your efforts. "It was a joke, you silly fuck. Don't get all emotional on me, yeah?"

You didn't look back at him, your brows still furrowed and your eyes glued to the ground. Suddenly, he puts a hand on your head and ruffled your hair, much to your surprise.

"C'mon, let's have lunch together." He says in a soft voice that you were caught off guard a bit. "I'll try to make sure you don't fall asleep on your food."

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Ryomen Sukuna, the frat boy feared by everyone, wouldn't stop bothering you after that. He would follow you in between classes, hands in his pocket. Pestering you until you two fall into your usual banter, throwing insults just for shits and giggles. People were raising eyebrows about how Sukuna treated you. He was still being a prick but he's more mellow when it comes to you. Although he was starting to get annoyed at how you're always knocked out whenever he goes out looking for you.

"And here he comes," Your batchmate, Maki, says as your friend group watches Sukuna approach your table outside the schoolyard. This is where you, Maki, and Nobara hang out whenever the three of you have a free period. "And look, he even bought her a drink."

Nobara wiggles her eyebrows, "Wonder if that's the only thing he'll do to keep her up."

"I can hear both of you bitches." Sukuna says as he reaches the table.

He clicks his tongue when his eyes land on you, passed out on the table. There was a slight pool of saliva where your cheek met the table. It was gross but Sukuna secretly finds it adorable, with your hair matting against your forehead with your sweat.

"Now, whatever shall you mean? All we heard was the sound of love birds chirping in the air!" Maki teases, nudging Nobara with her elbow.

"Leave or I'll spill this drink on both of you."

Nobara puts her hands up as if to surrender. "Okay, okay. We'll leave you both to it. Y/n, your boyfriend's here!"

She nudges you lightly in an attempt to wake you to no avail. They leave the both of you as they make their way back to the University entrance.

Sukuna places the can of energy drink near your face as he takes a seat across from you. He looks at your sleeping face for a bit with a soft look in his eyes before shoving you harshly, almost falling off your seat like the last time.

"Stop sleeping, brat. Anymore sleeping and you might start missing me."

You wipe the drool off your cheek and raise an eyebrow at him. " Oh? Isn't it the other way around?"

"Why would I fucking miss you? I practically see your ugly face every day."

"Yeah, cus you keep following me. You even bought me an energy drink just to keep me awake, huh?." You cup the said beverage in hand, grateful that it's still cold.

"Don't feel too fucking special. Someone from my fan club bought that for me. I'll give it to you since I already had one."

"Liar," a smirk playing on your lips.

Opening the lid of the can, you take a sip from it as Sukuna watches you. You don't know when the two of you had gotten so close that you'd end up like this but you don't mind.

"Hey, why are you being so nice to me anyway?" You say as you settle the can back down the table.

Sukuna leans his head in his palm with a bored look. "I'm not being fucking nice to you. Who said?"

"I mean, you're clearly harsher with everyone else. So why am I different?"

"Exactly. Why are you different?"

You hit him with a deadpan and he just grins at you. "There's nothing much to it, brat. I'm just bored and I got nothing else to do."

"Mmhmm."

"And well," He continues, his eyes looking away from you. "My younger brother, Yuji, is on the same meds as you. So in a way, you kind of remind me of him."

"Do you happen to want to kiss your brother, by any chance?"

He scoffs, "Shut up smart mouth. Who says about anyone wanting to kiss you?"

"Just had a hunch, is all." You wiggle your eyebrows at him to which he just scoffs again, not missing the slight twitch of his lips.

Silence falls between the two of you for a while, engulfed in both of your own thoughts. You smiled at him suddenly, to which he lifts his brows in both question and surprise.

"Thank you for being nice to me." You say in a small voice.

He quickly looks away and you note that the tips of his ears turn pink.

"Fuck off, brat. You just think I'm nice to you because you're too busy sleeping to know how I really act."

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another mid plot and writing but i wrote this when i first started drinking antidepressants just to cope and to feel comforted

i hated it and stopped drinking it after a while tho ://

#sukuna x reader #jujustu kaisen #fanfic #fluff #sukuna x you #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna fluff #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #antidepressants #meds #anxiety

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cheolinnie · 2 months

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Feel Me

Requested!!!

a/n: he's so... perfect 😭

smut

a/n: i didnt propery proof read cuz i really want this to be published ~(>_<。)

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON!!

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You've always been a supportive girlfriend; you attend all the concerts, music shows on your days off from work, and not once have you ever complained about Taeyong's job, because you know how hard he's worked for where he is today, and how much he loves his job.

But every once in a while, you throw that huge part of yourself out the window.

It's the times when you have to come home to an empty apartment, sleep in a big ass bed all alone, watch boring tv shows that Taeyong always finds a way to spice up with his jokes- its the only part of his career that fills you up to the brim with frustration.

Because aside from missing his warmth, and his overall prescence around you, his abscence also leaves you sex deprived.

"Fucking tour," you mutter angrily as your eyebrows crease together, your body desiring pleasure that your fingers just aren't bringing you right now.

"Fucking idol career," your middle finger teases your entrance as it circles around it, but honestly you're feeling a little hopeless because no matter how hard you can try and fuck yourself, it'll never compare to Taeyong's slender fingers, lenghty cock, or sinful tongue.

But still, you try; thumb rubbing over your clit, you push one finger in slowly. A soft gasp leaves your lips, and you give youself sometime to feel it, get into it, but- nothing.

"Oh for fucks sakes-"

A sound like a groan mixed with a high-pithched, frustrated, squeal leaves your throat as you roughly flip youself onto all fours on the queen-sized bed, the black comforter already all messed up becuase of all the squirming you were doing earlier.

Grabbing Taeyong's pillows, you position the bottom one on its side underneath you, the edge sending a shiver down your side as it brushed your sensitive clit. The top pillow, the one that still held his delicious scent (and the one you've been cuddling and sobbing into for the past week), you place where you imagine Taeyong's head would be as you ride his dick.

All that's left is hearing that raspy, sultry, sexy voice of his that could turn you on like the flip of a switch.

By the time he answers you'd already been riding the pillow harshly, hands gripping the sheets beneath you tightly.

"Hey babe-"

"Fuck Taeyong!" you moan out loudly, partly annoyed he took so long to answer, and also relieved you could finally hear his voice.

There's rustling on the line, and you imagine he's scrambling around for a quiet place becuase just those two words you moaned out, already has him rock hard in his pants. You wonder if he's wearing leather pants, because damn, those are suffocating, especially for someone like your boyfriend who gets very sensitive when he's got a boner.

"Shit baby- what if i was on the speaker phone and the guys heard you moaning like that? hm?"

Your head shaked as if he could see you, whimpers filling his ear the most definately have his eyes rolling to the back of his head in bliss.

"Tae, want you, need you so bad right now..." you rock yourself on his pillow, dipping down to burry your head into his other pillow to deeply inhale his scent.

The line was quiet for a while, and you just know he was palming himself over his pants at your whiney tone. He always liked when you whined, but his favourite? When he fucks you so good, tears start pouring down your pretty flushed cheeks.

It drives him insane; the thought alone could make him cum immediately.

"Baby? Are you riding your pretty cunt on my pillow, like i told you to do when your horny, hm?" his voice dropped several octaves lower, and you were able to soft gasps from him that just made your head spin.

"Ye-yes Tae... fucking your pillow right now, can almost feel your cock filling me up."

A groan sounds out from the speaker, "Fuck baby, im filling you up so good yeah? like I always do hm?

Nodding your head hastily, you moan out as your pace increases, Taeyong's words edging you towards the release you desperatley need.

"Can you feel me, angel?"

"Fuck yes Tae, can feel myself clenching around you..."

Another curse from your boyfriend, followed by a couple of lovely moans that bring your ears so much joy. Closing your eyes, you can imagine him alone, still standing but leaning against a wall, one hand stuffed into his pants as he strokes himself, fingers grazing over his tip that was leaking pre-cum, as the other hand clutched the phone tightly against his ear so that your moans could be the only thing he hears.

"Taeyongie." your voice was deeper, signaling that you're about to say something that might just make him cum straight away in his cargos.

"Can you feel me? My lips kissing your pretty tip before I take you into my mouth, sucking and licking up all your sweetness..."

There it was- Taeyong's knees buckled, and he had to catch himself before he slid down the wall.

"Fuck baby, fuck... are you gonna cum for me? you gon' make a mess all over my pillow for me?"

You throw your head in pleasure, your knot just mere seconds from from exploding as your fuck Taeyong;s pillow, your legs beginning to feel numb and shaky.

"Yea... gonna cum baby."

The raspy groan he let's out is what inevitably makes you burst, your orgasm washing over you like the walls of the world's biggest dam breaking open. The loudest moan leaves your lips, and that very sound, as it reaches Taeyong's ear, is what has him cumming in his hand painfully hard.

"Holy fuck-"

For a few minutes it's only both yours and Taeyong's heavy breathing, each of you trying to come down from your highs.

Taeyong is the first to break silence.

"You better send me a picture of the mess you made on my pillow."

A classic Lee Taeyong line, and like always it has you dropping your head as giggles pour out. One of your favourite things about your boyfriend, is that he always finds a way to make you giggle like a school girl after having just pounded into you like a madman mere minutes ago- it was somewhat endearing to him.

"Yeah? for what would you use it bub?" you smirk slightly as you pull on your shorts before snapping a picture so you could dump the pillowcase into the washing machine.

He scoffs. "Uh, to help me jerk off later? I still have another two weeks without my baby."

A heavy sigh leaves your chest as you toss the case into the washer, a frown forming on your lips. "Don't remind me please."

"Don't worry hum, becuase as soon as i get back I'll starp you to my thigs, and you'll me get ride me and feel me all night long..."

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a/n: WOAHHHH lets take a step back for a moment.

this is by far the longest thing ive written, i think im gonna have to take a break from writing smuts cuz damnnnnn

#nct smut #lee taeyong #taeyong smut #taeyong x reader #nct 127 smut #taeyong #kpop smut #nct x reader

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ackermanbloodline · 9 months

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Paperwork (Part III) - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warning: Gory/violent imagery ahead.

Read Part I

Read Part II

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The ride to the old Scout Regiment headquarters is quiet except for Oruo, who gives a briefing to the entire squad about the headquarters’ history. He also gives Eren some shit for being a “greenhorn,” which he probably needs. You don’t intervene. You remember those days and look back on them with fondness.

You make an active effort to avoid Levi’s gaze like the plague, although you can’t help but notice that his scowl is a little more pronounced than usual today. You aren’t sure if it’s from a lack of sleep or your presence. Perhaps a little bit of both.

You spend the entire day cleaning the headquarters with the squad. You hardly exchange any words with anybody, considering you’ve never met any of them, except for Eren. You both exchanged formalities after he introduced himself to you. Although he fit the stereotypical awkward teenager archetype, he was polite and formal.

In the evening, you continue work by yourself to clean the room that Levi had assigned to you. Meanwhile, Eren and Petra hold a conversation as to how Levi got into the Scouts. You always wondered that yourself but knew it was none of your business. You try not to eavesdrop and you only catch an occasional word here and there: rogue, commander, black market. Then it goes quiet.

Suddenly, the Captain’s words to Eren boom throughout the corridors and hallways, making you jump.

“Your cleaning is lamentable. Back upstairs, now.”

You wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of Levi’s wrath like that. So just when you think the room is clean, you clean it again just to be sure. Your fingers are sore and red, even some of your skin peels off as a result of your labor. Sweat gathers at your hairline and at the small of your back.

As you are scrubbing the underside of a table, you see darkness creeping into the corners of your vision. You take a few deep breaths and close your eyes for a moment, swallowing a thick wad of saliva.

Everything is fine. I’m fine.

Those are your famous last words for when you shakily stand up, everything goes black.

* * *

You stir awake and are immediately greeted with a sharp pain behind your eyelids. The room is lit with a dim flickering of a candle on the side of the uncomfortable bed you are currently laying on.

Wh… I don’t remember going to bed… How long have I been sleeping? Shit.

You look out the open window across the room and the sky is dark, the paleness of the moon illuminating the chipped window pane. After rubbing your eyes tiredly, a familiar dark figure leaning up against the wall with his arms crossed catches your attention.

It’s gotta be…

“Levi?” you question groggily, squinting at him. “What happened?”

“Well, would you look at that? Sleeping Beauty’s finally woke up.”

He takes a few steps towards you, pulling a stool out from beside the nightstand and sitting at your bedside. You lean up in bed despite the raging headache that’s making your head throb. You hold your head in your hands, but still make an effort to carry a conversation with him.

“Agh. You didn’t kiss me or anything, did you?”

Levi’s expression remains stoic at your attempt at a joke. He almost seems like a different person compared to last night. Still, your lips curl upward slightly at him.

“Not even sleep deprivation has an effect on your humor, or lack thereof,” he pauses and you laugh weakly. “I called everybody down to have a meeting to find you passed out. You’ve only been resting for about an hour or two. When’s the last time you slept?”

You genuinely try to answer Levi’s question, scouring one side of your mind to the other, and you come up with nothing. A few days ago, at the very least. You hang your head low and a deep pain shoots throughout your skull and you wince. You curse under your breath.

You squeak, “A while.”

Levi sighs loudly.

“Your lack of commitment to humanity is deplorable. It’s almost like you want to be kicked out of the Scouts.”

Your mouth drops open in shock. The tension in the air between you two instantly becomes almost suffocating. And not the good kind.

“Excuse me?”

“You could’ve busted your head open today, consider yourself lucky. But if you had even the slightest damn bit of sense, you’d make a better effort to take care of yourself.”

“Oh yeah? Riddle me this, Levi, when’s the last time you slept? Or ate anything for that matter? Nothing like the pot calling the kettle black.”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” his voice begins to rise. “You are under my authority now, whether we both like it or not. And this is about you and your carelessness. First it was the paperwork and now you’re missing squad meetings. What’s going to happen next? Getting eaten by a titan?”

Both of you go quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. You stare at him in shock, not believing the words he just said to you. Tears begin to well up in your eyes and you look away from him, closing them as you speak. You take a steady breath in.

“Captain Levi,” you say, very lowly and as stable as you can. “I think it’s best if you leave.”

He gets up without another word, his footsteps echoing across the walls until the sounds disappear into the distance.

If there was ever a moment where you wanted to hide away from humanity forever, this would be it. You clench your hands together harshly below the blanket as they sit on your thighs, your nails biting into the flesh of your palms and manifesting as crescent-shaped indentations. Tears silently fall.

Fuck you, Levi.

* * *

Time goes by and contact between you and the Captain is very limited. You only speak to one another when necessary. Many things have happened: the captured titans, Sawney and Beane, are killed by a soldier, the 104th Cadets had their decision ceremony, and Hange has conducted experiments with Eren.

Today is the 57th Exterior Scouting Mission, which aims to plot a course from Calaneth District to Shiganshina District. There, in the basement, Eren’s home holds some sort of secret about the titans. That’s all the commander disclosed.

A certain nervousness always comes over you during excursions outside the walls, accompanied with shaky hands and a fast heart rate, but you have still somehow made it out alive. What would make today any different?

You are up earlier than the other members of Levi Squad. You feel fully rested today and better than ever. You tiptoe through the quiet halls and open the back door. You step outside and wiggle your toes in the grass while deeply breathing in the fresh air, enjoying this moment of peace in the preface of the havoc that is to come. The stars are still out but you can see the dark blue sky beginning to lighten. The rest of the squad should be up anytime now. Levi is probably boarded up in his room thinking about the expedition with very minimal sleep to go on for the day.

“You’re up early.”

Speak of the devil. You still stand with your back facing Captain Levi.

“As are you, per usual.”

“Listen, I want to apologize for what I said,” his voice is right next to you now, standing beside you and looking up at the sky. “It was out of line. And I’m sorry.”

“Thank you for your apology, Captain Levi, but what’s done is done. Now, will you please leave me be so I can just have a moment’s peace?”

He doesn’t respond for a moment, but when he does, it’s quiet.

“Don’t be long.”

* * *

Later, you’re riding with the troop of horses as they charge through Calaneth District, which is in ruins. Buildings have collapsed. You even notice a few skeletons here and there lining the dilapidated streets. You don’t dwell on the thought of what kind of life used to live here. Some 100 soldiers are joining forces today. You note that most of them will not make it out alive and take in their determined, hopeful faces.

If only they knew what they are about to see.

“We’ve got a ten-meter closing in from the left!” Hange shouts to the others and proceeds to gush about her curiosity of the titans.

The support squad takes care of it and continues to engage in combat with approaching titans as the Scout Regiment continues its advance. You ride alongside Levi Squad and your attention remains unhinged, unlike Sasha’s, who is reprimanded for straying away from the troop’s focus of moving forward.

The loud clattering of hooves on the rough ground makes it hard for anybody to hear anything. But once the scouts reach titan territory, you see Commander Erwin whip his left arm out as a signal.

“Long-range formation, let’s go!”

Commander Erwin’s formation method has been proven to lessen soldier casualties during scouting missions like this. The signal flares were shown to be useful so he could adjust the formation accordingly. And so far, it’s working. Green smoke signals pierce the partly cloudy sky in the distance to the right as Levi Squad continues on horseback. “Uruo, pass it on,” Captain Levi commands.

“With pleasure, sir!”

After Uruo follows the order and fires a green flare, it’s quiet for a few moments. Eren looks deep in thought. All the others do, too. And you were sure that you all are thinking the same thing: how is the situation, really?

“Reporting, sir!”

Everyone’s attention turns to the voice, a lone male soldier riding alongside your squad.

“An oral message: it appears the right-wing spotters have been wiped out! The early warning network is compromised! One of you will need to relay the message down the line!”

“You heard the man, Petra. Go on.”

You attempt to recall who was in the right wing. You only remember one soldier in particular: Armin, Eren’s best friend. You turn your head towards Eren and he looks horrified, sweat running down his face but his countenance is still decisive and purposeful.

You are ripped out of your thoughts when you see streams of black in the sky, much closer than the green smoke signals you saw just a few moments ago. Too close.

This mission is going to hell...

Eren gasps in horror, “An abnormal!”

“Eren, fire the signal.”

“Y-yes, sir!”

It’s only an hour into the scouting mission before the formation completely breaks up. Commander Erwin gives the order that only the center rank is to enter the Forest of Giant Trees while the others go around and guard for other titans. You have so many questions running through your head and no answers. You stare a hole into the back of Captain Levi’s head, as if to try to get into his brain for answers.

What in the hell is actually happening? How many soldiers have we lost already? What are we doing? What kind of abnormal is the Survey Corps dealing with to cause this much disorder? What’s the plan? Does Captain Levi even know what’s going on?

Still, Levi Squad remains rigid, despite the formation being destroyed. The horses run together through the forest on a trail, your surroundings darkened by the trees that surround you.

“Captain! Captain Levi!” Eren calls out. “C’mon, sir, we’re in a forest! We won’t see a titan ‘til it’s right on top of us! The center rank’s totally cut off! Something’s coming up on the right, isn’t it? So what’re we supposed to do, avoid titans or defend the wagons?”

“Quit whining and move on from the obvious already,” Captain Levi spits. “Neither of those is an option anymore.”

“Wha—? What are you talking about?”

“Haven’t you noticed what’s around you? Take a look at these big ass trees.”

All of you avert your gaze upward, looking at the dark, humongous trees surrounding you. Silver sunlight leaks in from the branches and leaves. It’s a—

“Perfect environment for ODM gear, wouldn’t you say? Take my advice, Eren. Calm down and use your head. The best survival tool is your brain.”

“Yes, sir!”

You look around the squad and see everyone’s faces scrawled with fear. Your stomach feels like it has a rock in it and your palms are clammy. Although nobody has any idea of what’s going on, you trusted Captain Levi and his leadership, even if you don’t understand it.

A black plume of smoke reaches over the trees. Eren and Uruo comment on it before Captain Levi gives the squad an order between gritted teeth.

“Blades drawn, now!” Captain Levi looks behind you as he draws his weapon in a strange way. “It’ll happen in the blink of an eye, be ready.”

The tension in the air is thick, but everyone still presses forward. A soldier appears from the trees with his blades ready, but is smashed to the ground from a quick swat of the titan’s hand, which is sprinting at full speed towards you and the others. It was a female titan with blonde hair and no skin. The ground shakes as it continues to run.

As the squad progresses further, the Female Titan brushes over you and your comrades, almost grabbing Eren. It’s clear now he is the target and she’s intelligent.

You swear you feel your heart stop. And your last thought is the ravenhead with the undercut you spent last night with.

Levi.

You feel everything tumble around you. It happens so fast, you can’t even register it until you’re on the forest floor, on your stomach, looking up at the Female Titan, who is still chasing Levi Squad. It disappears into the distance. It had knocked you off your horse since you were towards the back of the group. Thankfully you landed in an overgrowth of ferns, so it couldn’t spot you to squash you. Besides, it is clearly too focused on capturing Eren to bother.

You are nothing but lucky. From what you can tell, all you sustained from the assault was a cut, spanning from your upper lip down your chin. It’s going to undoubtedly leave a scar. The taste of blood assaults your mouth and you try to wipe off what you can with the back of your sleeve. You hear a faint whinny nearby and shakily stand up. You do a once-over on yourself and notice that none of your bones are broken. But you are beyond sore and a sharp pain spreads across the side of your ribs. Maybe a fracture.

You find your horse nearby in a pool of blood against a tree, somehow still alive. Parts of her ribs had pierced out from her skin. She draws labored, agonizing breaths. With tears in your eyes, you approach it slowly so you don’t further startle her. You run your hand across her warm muzzle and forehead with affection.

You had the same horse since joining the Scouts, she had been with you through it all. She has been the only stable thing in your life. You recall the nights when you would sometimes sneak out with some oats and feed her as a treat. And this is how she is going to die.

Your voice cracks as hot tears run down your cheeks, “I’m sorry.”

You stand back up, pull out your pistol from your hip, and look away before shooting her in the head. She goes quiet and limp. The rustling of the greenery cushioning her stops. You don’t bother looking at the corpse. Instead, you close your eyes and unhook your cloak from your uniform. You drape the material over the body. You pay your respects for just a moment and press forward.

Your head turns from one direction to the other, trying to search for any sort of indication of the squad returning. Or anyone, for that matter. You lie there for a moment and it becomes clear to you that nobody is coming to save you or check for survivors. At least right now.

You stay within the confines of the dense forest floor in order to keep a cover from any potential titans that might show up. Following the trail to the right, you begin to run. Your legs propel you forward and your heart begins to speed up with the increased physical demand. Your ribs hurt like hell, causing you to wheeze and cry out in pain. Your lungs burn with exhaustion.

You can practically hear a few of Captain Levi’s snide remarks echo in your mind during the last few weeks of training. You use them to keep fighting. “That all you got, brat? I’ve seen turtles travel faster than you … You’ll never be able to outrun anything at this pace … Twenty more laps around the yard for your insolence … First it was the paperwork and now you’re missing squad meetings. What’s going to happen next? Getting eaten by a titan?”

You say, aloud this time, “Fuck you, Levi.”

A dark flame of anger sparks in your chest and spreads throughout your entire system. Your legs make longer strides, your breathing reaches a measurable and steady pace, and your speed picks up. Even though it might not seem the healthiest, this is what is keeping you alive.

A few moments later, you hear someone fire what seems to be an acoustic shell. You are familiar with the high-pitched ringing noise and when you look up, you don’t see any smoke at all. An acoustic shell is rarely ever shot off, so you don’t know what situation would have prompted it.

The sound sure as hell isn’t close but you are capable of running that far if you absolutely have to. After all, you have no other choice.

Another ten minutes goes by and you still can’t see any sign of any soldiers. What’s more odd is that you haven’t seen any titans, either. Not a single one. There’s something strange about this mission in particular… the silence surrounding it is louder than usual. You try to contemplate what kind of cargo was in the wagons that the center rank was hauling and if it was going to be used for the mission.

It’s no use trying to guess or conspire. Right now, I just need to get out of here alive. That’s what I need to focus on.

You press on.

You stop in your tracks shortly after when you come across a bloody corpse on the path in the middle of the road, which looks contorted, unnatural. Bending all the ways it shouldn’t be. The Female Titan is not taking any prisoners today. You slowly approach it. The person’s eyes are popped out of their head and strings of bloody, busted bowels are partially forced out of the mouth. Flies are already laying waste to it.

You nearly gag at the sight, but their ODM gear, somehow, looks seemingly intact.

That’s your ticket out of here.

You hesitantly reach down and pry the gear off the body, trying your best to brush off the blood and flesh off it. It appears fully functional, with the exception of a few dents and scratches. After, you gauge the gas. Almost completely full. Before you take off into the trees above, you give a heartfelt salute to your fellow comrade, even though you cannot physically engage who it is. You are sure that once this escapade is over, the Scouts will come back and try to find all the bodies they can. Hopefully someone can identify them.

A series of loud booms shake the trees and reverberate through your feet. You nearly fall back down to the ground with the sound. It’s not as far away as the acoustic shell was earlier. You are making leeway. Slow progress? Sure. But progress is progress.

The wind flies through your hair as you use the gear, which is infinitely much faster than on foot. Trees whoosh past you in a blur. You keep an eye out for any other bodies as you progress in case your gas becomes depleted. You continue forward until there’s a loud voice that comes from below you. It echoes in your eyes. Dropping your altitude, you land swiftly on the ground and look around.

“Hello?” You call out.

“Please…”

The weak, hoarse voice comes from behind you. You backtrack, looking for anyone in the bushes and the ferns. You push past foliage. Nothing.

You shout again, “Where are you?”

“Here…”

It sounds further back into the trees. You run as fast as you can, charging full speed towards the sound. Finally, you manage to find a woman hunched against a rock. Blood has dripped all down onto her face and continues into her neck. A large branch is thrust into her abdomen. You run over and perform an exam on her to get an idea of her condition. Both her legs are broken. This is confirmed when you ask her to wiggle her toes and her muscles are unresponsive. Her ODM gear is inoperable, also.

The situation isn’t good. But you’re going to make the most of it. The only silver lining of this situation is that her tanks are also pretty full. You swap them out for your old ones, which are about 50% capacity.

You look at her, “What’s your name?”

“Gemma.”

“Alright, Gemma, I’m gonna get us out of here,” you vow. “Here, wrap your arms around my neck.”

The soldier does what she’s told and despite her injuries, she holds on without an issue. Eventually, you can see the figure of the Female Titan in the distance. But it isn’t running. She’s staying completely still. And its arms are raised… to protect its nape?

Another round of extremely loud explosions happens and this time, you can hear Commander Erwin’s voice directing the Scouts. Despite the shakiness it causes as you fly through the air, you remain steady. Even with a wounded soldier on your back.

While you are conscious of your gas usage, you feel the need to get there faster. Gemma’s blood soaks in through your clothes. You can feel the warm stickiness on your lower back. And her grip is lessening on your neck.

“Hey, how you doing back there?”

“How... much... further...?”

“Not far. C’mon, stick with me.”

Some of the Scout Regiment scattered in the trees and look down on the Female Titan with anger and resentment, who is paralyzed with some sort of trap system. It is stabbed from head to toe with restraints. As you get closer and closer to the area, your heart speeds up in your chest. Some soldiers can hear you coming, thanks to the whizzing of the wire and the expulsion of gas, and turn around to spot you.

“Two soldiers incoming!”

You breathe a huge sigh of relief. If it wasn’t for your fallen comrades, you never would’ve made it back alive. You look towards the blue sky above and give a silent thank you to them. You hook onto the tree where some are standing and your body collapses on the giant branch. Gemma lays beside you, on the verge of passing out. A small pool of blood lurks from her belly and absorbs into the tree.

You muster up the strength to prop yourself up on your elbows to survey the situation. Almost immediately, you spot Captain Levi. He is a few trees away and his attention turns to yours. When he does, his mouth drops slightly and his eyes widen. His shoulders relax a little, but there is still clear concern written all over his face. Your body gives out again, causing you to slam your face against the harsh, unforgiving bark.

“Holy shit,” you hear someone swear. “What happened?”

You look up and place a hand on the wounded woman’s back.

“This is Gemma, she needs medical attention.”

“We’ll get her to a wagon and see what we can do,” a man approaches you as a few others take her away. “Do you need medical attention as well?”

“No, I’m fine,” you shakily stand up, ignoring his extended hand, and draw your blades.

“The cut on your face looks pretty nasty, you really should—”

“I said I’m fine. Mission status?”

“The Female Titan has been restrained. I believe Captain Levi is about to cut it open and find out who’s inside.”

You look down on the Female Titan, whose face has fear written all over it. Its eyes are bulging and its body is stiff. It all clicks together.

This was a setup. Commander Erwin must’ve suspected there was a spy. That’s the only logical explanation. He had prepared in case an intelligent titan got in the way during the scouting mission… and that’s exactly what happened. Do you agree that keeping almost everyone else in the dark about it was a good idea? No. But it’s what had to be done to keep the plan from being sabotaged.

Captain Levi was undoubtedly in on it if that’s the case. Those two are practically attached to the hip. But why weren’t you informed of this? A twang of anger breaks loose in your stomach but you contain it. For now.

Speaking of the captain…

“Do you happen to know where Levi Squad went?”

“They were ordered to take Eren and hide him away from the Female Titan.”

Fuck. So they can be anywhere. The best thing to do now is to wait here and regroup later.

You see two whirlwinds of color spin through the air and lower down onto the Female Titan’s nape. Everyone leans forward to get a better look at what’s happening. But a loud clanging pierces the air and blades go flying, leaving the soldiers with stubs for weapons. Blue shimmers of glass glide down from the air as a result of the contact. Their attempt to pierce the nape appears to be unsuccessful.

Everyone looks confused.

You see now that the two figures are Miche and Captain Levi. Miche falls back on a nearby branch, where you see the commander standing. You see Commander Erwin give some type of order, but you can’t make out what it is. All you can see at this time are soldiers preparing the artillery for something.

Meanwhile, the captain swings around and landed on top of the Female Titan’s head. It’s so quiet, but you can hear Captain Levi murmuring to the titan.

“What’s happening?” You question out loud.

Nobody responds. Nobody knows. It’s quiet. Too quiet.

You nearly fall down when the Female Titan takes a huge inhale and wails at the top of its lungs, adjusting her head upward to gain more volume. Your hands immediately fly to your ears, still gripping the blades, and your eyes snap shut. Even with them being covered, you hear a distinct ringing and your eardrums sting with pain. It’s deafening and causes a wind to stir throughout the area. The ground even shakes. The scream lasts at least ten seconds. Then it goes completely quiet.

Everyone around you is shuttering and reeling from the disturbing screech, staring at the titan in shock. Your gaze returns to Captain Levi, who still remains calm.

There are a few moments of quiet until you can feel the earth starting to shake again.

The commander shouts, “Faster on the artillery, gentleman! Wagon defense squad, intercept now!”

The defense squad goes to attack the three incoming titans that are sprinting full speed towards everyone, but the titans completely ignore them. Instead, they head straight for the Female Titan. You hear the soldiers cry out Captain Levi’s name, who is still standing on its head with three raging titans coming toward him.

You almost rush in to try to help him, but he’s already got it covered when he slices through all of their napes in just a second. You have never seen him in combat before, at least in person, and all the things everyone says were right. His combat skills are beyond anything you’ve ever seen. You are no longer curious as to how Captain Levi has earned his title of Humanity’s Strongest.

A much smaller titan begins to chew at the Female Titan’s shin. Titan-on-titan cannibalism was not something you’d ever heard of in all your years in the Scouts. More and more titans are coming from every direction. You can’t even count.

“All hands, commence combat! Defend the Female Titan at all costs!”

And just like that, you are down with everyone else, fighting to protect the one thing that almost killed you. Almost killed Gemma. Killed your horse and your comrades. You channel your rage into each and every titan, assisting and killing all titans you possibly can. From the titans consuming the Female Titan’s flesh to the Survey Corps slaughtering an endless succession of titans, it’s a literal bloodbath.

You even help Captain Levi kill a few titans. He looks to you quickly and nods, as if he is implying a thank you.

You reciprocate the gesture until you are caught in a crossfire of a titan’s hand as it swings back to hit one of your comrades. You are thrown, once again, to the forest floor and land on something hard that knocks the wind out of you completely. You want to scream out, but can’t. Your body struggles to inhale when you open your mouth to breathe, your eyes bulging with fear. It feels like you’re being strangled by an unseen force.

The wind has been knocked out of you. Hard.

“Shitty fucking brat,” you hear a low voice curse. You turn towards the voice and find Captain Levi kneeling beside you. The only noise you can make in response is quiet squeaks of air. You grab at your chest and stomach and press down, trying to get your diaphragm working again. “I’m gonna pick you up.”

When he does, sharp streaks of pain course through your entire system and you finally regain the ability to scream. Captain Levi doesn’t even jerk back or anything. In fact, he remains more vigilant than ever.

Tears run down your face and you wheezily gasp for air, finally being able to breathe again. Darkness creeps in in the corners of your vision. Your eyes flutter closed and sleeping has never sounded better. Everything sounds muffled.

“Don’t you dare fall asleep,” he commands, followed by your name, snapping you out of your impending sleep. You look up at him and see his eyes watering ever so slightly. “When've you taken the easy way out of anything? Don’t start now. That’s an order.”

You laugh weakly, even though it hurts, as he calls over some other soldiers to come help. A harsh burning spreads across your ribs again. You have never been in this much pain. It’s like a white heat taking over your entire system. It’s too much for your body to handle. You just want to sleep and become numb to the pain.

“I must get my sense of humor from you,” you wheeze, trying to focus your vision on him. “I’m dying, aren’t I?”

“No. You are not dying today. I won’t allow it.”

Captain Levi places his head against yours after planting the softest kiss to your hairline. A warm feeling spreads through your fingertips and toes.

“C’mon, stay with me.”

You want more than anything to answer him, but everything becomes blurry and dark. Your hearing starts to go out again. You look up toward the trees as you can hear Captain Levi shouting at the other soldiers to hurry.

And then it’s dark and your body goes limp.

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beautiful stranger — c. berzatto

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) : carmen ‘carmy’ berzatto x blackf¡reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬) : needle, blood, kind of ooc carmy.

(+𝟏𝟖) bear and berry au, where carmen get a tattoo on a whim, only to develop a precious friendship with his tattoo artist.

hi, welcome in the land of imagination and alternative universe. today, you are going to explore the stupidity of my brain and my overwhelming load of ideas. i’m very new in the xreader writing lore, first time i’m not writing an oc story so have as much fun as possible, like and reblog, it means a lot to me. kisses on the nose. <3

tw : not proofread, written at 2 am and clearly sleep deprived, appends a few years before the tv show, when carmen was being treated like shit in new york, english isn’t my first language !

the art of eye contact was something you mastered at. the depth of your irises staring down your interlocutors’ eyes for the time being. at first, carmen thought it was intimidating, and with time, while his cerulean eyes no longer fled from the hold yours had, he found out. noticing at first when the light of this small studio hit your irises that they held an hint of gold inside of them. it was more apparent during sunny days, when the ball of flame carefully lightened up your face.

your dark lashes battled softly every two seconds when you were focused, maybe more if he dared to look away for the spit of a moment. darting his eyes from your lashes to your nose, drawing the curves of your face, memorizing each of these part only to doodle them later on when shame was no longer in order. maybe it was the pinkness of your lips that captivated his sense, or it was probably the way you bit your bottom lips trying to focus when there was no sound other than your beating heart and his ragged breathing.

it was most definitely the way your nose crunched when you were showing a proud expression, seeing as the drawing on his skin only looked like you imagined it. he had to fight the urge to press a soft kiss on the wrinkles of your nose more than once, during the first few months. probably coming back at the studio was the worst idea, considering he was no longer focused on his cooking but mostly on the lock falling in front of your face. he might have pushed it a few times behind your ear while you where so focused drawing your next flashes.

was he always this pathetic before ? or was it the first time his focus had shift so intensively?

the first time he came at the tattoo shop was months after coming back from noma, and working in new york. he don’t really know how he managed to find the shop, to be honest, maybe it was while looking online, or while walking home after a boring day off. yet, even tho he never truly cared in the higher power, not once hadn’t he thanked the universe for making him walk into the shop.

new york always felt like home to you, only when it came to tattoos and illegal drawings at night in those dark alleys you so often found yourself in. maybe if you hadn’t taken a break from college after an injury you wouldn’t have met his ocean eyes, the kind of blue you only see in summer when you are in your hometown. nonetheless, you loved new york for the small aspects, and he was one of those.

it was a saturday, usually you were off the weekend, but the quietest of your apartment was driving you insane, and the walk from your place to the shop was short. your very much used converse on and a redbull in your hand, you found place in that room you secluded yourself most of the time. the light pink color emitting from your neons, the oh so many plants hanging around and an old frank sinatra vinyl playing, you were drawing a new flash.

something you loved doing, doodling tattoos no matter how silly they could be. fingers moving across the screen, feet tapping in rhythm to the music, and eyes focused on the drawing, nothing could’ve made you look up from that piece of art you were making. and yet, the ding of the bell announcing a new client made you jolt from your red seat, closing the ipad in a second before walking out of the small room you found comfort in.

a not-so-tall man was standing in front of the counter, a jacket thrown over his white t-shirt, and his curls disheveled — had he messed with it ? — his eyes beamed upon seeing you.

“hi. . . sorry. i—“

he was shuttering like a pre schooler, — that was cute— his hand moving to his curls only to nervously mess them.

“hello, do you have an appointment ?”

in his ears, your voice sounded sweet like honey. entrancing like the sea monster, the sirens pulling him towards the depths, enchanting him in a way that caused the tip of his hears to flush pink for a second. you were showing this infamous smile people would go to war for, and carmen berzatto was a goner.

“i don’t— sorry i saw the sight ‘bout the non appointment thingy and. . . i can come back another time or—“

“no it’s okay, my colleague is busy, and i’m not, what are you here for? a tattoo. . . a piercing perhaps?”

your irises staring down his cerulean one, he almost felt like drowning only to be trapped in the depths of your eyes.

“a tattoo, if possible.”

“m’okay pretty boy, i’m gonna need you to sign the consent form and then we’ll talk in my studio.”

his fingers lingered a second too long on yours, while grabbing the pen you were giving him. an electric shock went through your body, making your eyes go wide, only to bend over, searching for the consent form. the paper on the counter, only the sound of the pen scribbling down his information was heard. usually, you weren’t that shy, and yet… there was something this man had that made your heart run a marathon.

“alright, do you have an idea or something you wanna do?”

once again, your voice made his entire world shatter.

the studio was small, a faint smell of cigarette lingering the fake leather seats, covered with thrown pillows. posters, canvas, were on the wall, many were signed with your name, while others had name he couldn’t make out from where he was seating. carmy admires the decoration, in all honesty, he thought the room would look completely different, and yet…

“i got some you might like, but if you have an idea you can doodle it or describe it to me and we’ll go from there.”

it took you at least half an hour to decide on the tattoo. his shoulder falling in a relaxed manner each passing second, while his eyes wondered on the screen you were making what he had in mind, real. he noticed the way your eyebrows furrowed in focused, your feet bouncing in rhythm with the single playing over and over again, before you lifted your head with a soft smile filled with pride.

looking back at the drawing, he felt understood in an odd way. perhaps it was how you made his thoughts appear on the screen, or probably the way you were explaining the reasoning behind your choices. he clearly wasn’t paying attention to this part yet, far too focused on the black design to say anything.

lifting his head only when the vinyl was heard and your voice had disappeared, he finally snapped out of his daze, he found the strength to answer this silent question your eyes were asking him.

“i like it, yeah.. it.. yeah. that’s what i had in mind. can we.. like do it on my arm, right here?”

showing the top of his forearm, and the empty space, you nodded.

to be honest, the time to prep felt like a blur, as the conversation flew awkwardly at first, before the cooking subject came by. the fact that your parents had a cabaret intrigued carmen, and made him ask so many questions all at once. if there was one thing that never changed about him, was his insatiable curiosity, and knowledge. new kitchen, new food, new restaurant. always the first thing on his mind, and as you were moving toward the leathery table, the tray with your torture equipment (he clearly didn’t know the names of every stuff present on it) moving along.

he knew it was also time for the permanent drawing. from the moment the frank sinatra vinyl was changed for a the weeknd one — making your shoulders move at the first few notes while putting on the latex red gloves.

“why red ?”

he asked, the last time he had a tattoo done, the artist had black one.

“why not ? red is my favorite color.”

your chuckles made his shoulder drop, relaxed in this unfamiliar and warm room. his arms shaved, cleaned, the needle was right above his skin. your face close to his skin, dreadlocks pulled in a high ponytail, glasses on your nose and that little wrinkle of focus, he felt a pinch in his skin.

“hey, stand still pretty boy, m’kay ?”

and he did, ignoring the way his skin turned red each time the needle was piercing his flesh, only nodding and chuckling as the conversation goes on. surprisingly, he felt at ease under the sharp machine, and your — very — shitty jokes. he noticed the tissue used to clean up the tony drop of blood that left the open wound, noticing how you asked him if he was in pain each passing minute. even once you finished the masterpiece, he stayed on the table laughing at your stupid attempt to make him laugh — which worked because he was complaining of tummy aches with a smile on his lips —, you stayed in your studios even after closing hour, forgetting the existence of your colleague in the room next door, his cerulean irises fixated in your comforting eyes.

he didn’t know that entering this shop with the idea of marking his skin permanently with two angels and a sun, would give him someone to talk to for hours without catching a break.

#•🍓𖥻 ̨𖥔 bear and berry #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #carmy the bear #carmy x reader #carmy x fem!reader #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear fic #the bear fx #i’ll put the credit for the gif & psd later !!! i’m gonna sleep #psd by kittenkaiju & gif by @thiscoldheart <3

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What The F*ck is Al Dente (Carmen Berzatto x Reader)

Carmen Berzatto x Reader

Kinktober

Promt/Warmings: cockwarming (if you squint) + creampie with carmyyyyy, hella domestic, hella intimate, smut but soft. swearing, p in v, light teasing

This is obviously an nsfw, considering its a kinktober based prompt. 18+ Minors skidaddel.

Now, you were no stranger to cooking or food or anything in general. Just..it pissed you off when Carmen insisted on using these fancy ass terms to describe the most basic shit when cooking. And it was never to be a dick or some pretentious fuck who knows everything about cooking as totally worked at one of the most famous and well-known restaurants in the world. It was just that most of it was seared into his brain and was just…what he was accustomed to using.

So when he insisted your pasta be ‘al fuckin dente’ You only stared at him.

Rage flashing behind your eyes.

“I know how to cook fucking pasta Carm. I'm not an idiot. But what the fuck is an alt dene.”

“Al Dente” he corrects, hands placed on his hips as he looks at you with those stupid, perfect, puppy dog eyes. As if he did know he just unleashed a rage within you.

“Don't fucking correct me bear.” You scoff, stirring the pasta and continuing to chop vegetables for the salad.

“Yeah alright. Do you really not know what that means?” He questions, eyes still wide as he approaches you, watching how focused you are on not only ignoring him but making sure the water doesnt boil over.

“No…can you drop it.” You huff, seeing him for that stupid smile and chuckle a bitt. His arms wrap around your waist and he presses soft kisses to your shoulders.

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Its not long before you're both sitting at the rickety table, chairs scooting against the wood floors as you take a bite of your damn perfect alfredo. Though Carmy insisted on making meals, he let you take over tonight considering the restaurant was incredibly taxing today.

He takes a bite, stopping to speak mid-chew.

“So you do know what it means” he smiles, looking up at you from under his lashes.

“If you wanted the pasta a lil hard just say that next time!” you groan, sipping your wine qwith an eyeroll.

You cant help buch chuckle, your more childish side getting thebest of you.

“Whats so funny?” Carmy asks, smile growing when you smile. He loves seeing his girl happy.

You don't respond but he soon begins to shake his head at the innuendo.

“Oh you're childish” He chuckles, taking another bite.

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Nights like these were enjoyable, dinner was put away, and the dishes were finished (not to mention the treat you got to observe being Carmen's arms flexing in his wife beater white he scrubbed). All that was left was to snuggle close and maybe try to initiate some touchy-feely time considering it had been a while.

You and Carmy's sex life wasn't dull, but it was rare that you two had a chance to get intimate since you were both always busy! But then again, you didn't feel the need to HAVE to have sex all the time. Just being close to each other and being wrapped around in more of a twisty, sleep-deprived pretzel was fun enough.

However, tonight, your mind was running a bit wild. In fact, ever since you snickered at the 'a lil hard' joke at the table, that's been all you can think about... the way he kissed your shoulders while you were cooking, and the way he looked from under his lashed at you...and especially when he looked so damn fine washing dishes.

Who knew it took so little to get your mind and body this...worked up! At times like these, Carmy somewhat fails to read the room. He's gotten significantly better over the last 3 years, so maybe he could sense how your hips wiggled to meet his and perhaps slide the tip in for you. Even just a little friction would be excellent.

"You okay? Squirmin' a lot." He notes, large hands firm at your waist. Bingo, you can practically hear the smirk on his face.

"Yeah, just miss you, is all." You state vaguely, breath catching in your throat when his hand trails under your nightgown to palm your chest, pulling you against him.

Ohhh, you could really feel it now, he's practically poking you through the sweats. He hums, pressing kisses to your neck. God, you love how comfortable he's gotten around you, how well he's gotten to know your body, your wants, your needs.

But damn it, if he doesn't use his knowledge to tease you into oblivion. There's a pause, and Carmy moves his free hand to slip lower under your nightgown, the calloused pads of his fingertips making your stomach turn. You can't help but squeeze your legs together, but he's quick to spread them apart just as gently as he had lifted the pajama fabric. Always so gentle. Mostly for his own good because as much as he didn't want to break you, he could just as quickly send himself into a frenzy over you.

"Let me feel you," He breathes out, lips pressing sweetly against your neck as you hear and feel him shuffle a bit and position the tip of his length just enough to slide over your wetness.

You're both tired, a mix of exhaustion and lust flooding your senses. This was perfect. Knowing the feeling all too well, it was almost without a doubt tonight would be one of your more slow-paced sessions. He's got his hand pressed on your lower stomach now, the pressure making you gasp when he finally sides into you, the squelch making him huff out in amusement.

"F-Fuck, what's got you so worked up right now?" He groans, sleepily sliding in and out of you, the feeling making you burry into the pillow and push back against him in rhythm.

"I-I don't know, I think it was how you were so close to earlier when you corrected me about the pasta- and how- fuck...how pretty you looked doing the dishes." You admit, to which he gives a light chuckle, wrapping his much larger hand around your throat from behind; his pace is picking up slowly but surely, and it's getting harder and harder for you to keep your impending orgasm at bay.

"That's what did it for you, honey?" He groans, pressing kisses all over your shoulder and neck, trying not to move too fast to lose the feeling of sleepiness. He can't help it though, the way you're sucking him in is too much to handle.

"Shit, Carm right there, so so close." You whine, trying to meet the snap of his hips to push him further inside.

Fuck it, you'd both be more than exhausted after this, so why not use this last burst of energy to the fullest.

"Need it harder." You groan, rolling only slightly so you're on your stomach, pushing a pillow under you. The t-shirt is sticking to his body now from the buildup of heat. You whine at the feeling of emptiness when he moves to reposition himself but are met with a sharp gasp when he picks up right where he left off, the sound of your back meeting his front echoing in the small apartment.

"Fuck, sweetheart, angle your hips just like that." He coaches as you put more of an arch in your back, moaning loudly at the feeling of him inside. What really does it is when he places his hand over your own, fingers interlocking as he rests his chest on your back, purring his face into your neck.

There's a moment of silence, filled with you and his whimpers when he finishes inside; the warmth and slight pause make you weak. He swears under his breath and holds your hand a bit tighter.

"Sorry, I should have asked first." He huffs, not moving much at first, like he'd rather stay buried deep in your heat than anything else.

"We can stay like this if you want Carm, I prefer being filled anyway." You hum, pressing a satisfied kiss to his lips.

Yes, nights like these were quite enjoyable, primarily when they stemmed from Carmy and his stupid fancy food lingo.

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