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bouncybongfairy · 2 months

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Stress Relief

Bakugou x Fem Reader

Summary: Aizawa offers you extra credit to tutor Bakugou for an upcoming test. Need I say more?

Word Count: 1.5k+

Ref Account: @kaionyx

TW: Rough Smut, Oral Female & Male Receiving, Facial.

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Sitting in your room and dissociating never felt so good. It was finally the end of the week and you felt properly chewed up and spit out. Muscles were sore and brain was fried, all you wanted to do was sit in silence. Emptying out your backpack and organizing everything on to your desk. The stress you were under was slowly chipping away at you. Hearing a knock at the door made your eyes roll, the last thing you wanted was to interact with anyone. Wiping the scowl off your face, you go to greet the unwanted guest. The feelings of annoyance quickly turned into insecurity once you saw it was Aizawa and Bakugou. Trying to casually fix your appearance as he began speaking in his monotone voice.

“Hello, sorry I didn’t mean to come to your dorm directly but this is a time sensitive matter. Bakugou needs a passing grade on this next test, I’m willing to bump your grade up 5% if you agree to help,” he explains, making Bakugou’s frown deepen.

“Oh of course, we can start right now,” you said, practically beaming. Having your grade pushed up five percent was a God sent gift at this point in the semester.

“Wonderful, Bakugou, please try to be open to the tutoring,” Aizawa said before walking away.

You gestured for him to come in, made you feel nervous watching him take in the room. All your posters and collectables are now starting to feel a little dorky. Not really sure what to say, you just sat in silence as he took in your room. You were pretty soft spoken and he was anything but that. It often worried you seeing how dark he was. It was so apparent that his anger issues were coming from a deep wound from the past. When all your friends would gossip, they talked about him with such vascularity and objectification was quite sad. As much as you tried to discourage this, there were times you agreed. The intimidating look he always had written across his face. The way his pent up rage came out during combat training.

It frustrated you knowing that he could overpower you. Any time you were paired to spar, he always managed to out maneuver you. Pinning you to the ground or wall. As much as it affected the confidence you had in your combat abilities, it made you feel warm and fuzzy. The last time the two of you were sparing, he grabbed your forearm so hard it left a bruise in the shape of his hand. You stared at it in the mirror for a while, confused why you liked it so much. Running your fingertips over the purple and brown blotches. Thinking about the way he looked into your eyes when throwing you to the ground. Walking away with no care or regard for you physically or mentally. It made you melt even though you’d never admit it. The two of you were sitting at your desk, helping him with his English assignment; he was getting frustrated and you were enjoying it a little too much.

“That just doesn’t make any fucking sense. The assignment was to summarize the fucking article. I don’t have to talk about my feelings about it, it’s not even specified!” he said, raising his voice.

“I could understand you don’t want to give your opinion on it but the teacher isn’t going to accept it until you do. You’re being ridiculous,” you huffed the last part under your breath.

“Excuse me?” he asked, folding his arms.

“Nothing, i’m just saying the assignment-” you started but became interrupted.

“No, go on. Explain why I’m ridiculous, I wanna hear you say it,” he said, furrowing his eyebrows and grinding his teeth.

“You are ridiculous. Are you so ignorant that you don’t understand how lazy you are? You act like academics is optional and that you can rely solely on your combat. Nobody else will, so I'll be the first to tell you: Thinking physical prowess will get you where you wanna be is stupid and delusional,” you say, starting to pack his papers up.

“If anyone is stupid and delusional it’s you, we both know the real reason you accepted this little study session,” he scoffs standing up.

“What do you mean by that?” you ask, knowing exactly what he was implying.

“Do you think I don’t notice you staring at me? Finding any opportunity to throw yourself at me. I can only imagine what runs through your head while you watch me. I have an idea by the way your cheeks flush and your pupils get wide. The way your body shakes when we spar. It’s stupid and delusional for you to think I'd ever want anything more than your body,” he said, now backing you against the wall.

You weren’t sure what to think, part of you felt like this was him showing his interest in you. Another part of you was worried he was just being cruel. Like he was stringing you along, trying to make you look desperate just to pull away.

“Interesting way to say you want my body, if you wanted me that bad you could just ask,” you patronize.

“I wouldn’t have too,” he said, grabbing you by the throat and pushing you against the desk.

You were now halfway sitting on the edge of the desk. Legs dangling off, separated by him grinding against you. Letting go of your hair, holding your face in his hands. The kiss was sloppy and wet, not being able to get enough of each other’s touch. You reached down and ran your hands up his back towards his shoulder. Lightly scratching down as he started kissing your neck. Nipping and sucking hickies on you, his heavy breathing giving your body goosebumps. Your hands begin to wander, fingers dipping into the back of his pants. Tracing all the way around, stopping when you felt his happy trail. He sits back on the office chair and stares you down. This makes you blush, sliding off and onto your knees. Your body was slightly under the desk, he took your glasses off and set them down..

Genuinely being gentle, which made you feel more safe to be vulnerable and vulgar. Taking his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him. He moaned softly as he collected your hair in his hand. Using the other to stroke your cheek and face. Eventually you start bobbing your head up and down. Looking up and watching his reaction, he huffs and grunts that pour out of his mouth. His eyebrows furrowed together and sweat started to bead on his forehead. Feeling him get harder and harder as things started getting more sloppy. His hands were getting rougher, both of them now laced in your hair. Helping fuck your head down on his shaft faster. Cursing and moaning, starting to buck his hips. Making you gag around and spit around his cock. He pulls you by the hair off him with a loud pop sound. Grabbing himself to smack and rub his tip against your lips as he tips over the edge. Covering your mouth and chin with his cum.

Expecting him to be done but being taken off guard when he grabs your jaw. Bringing you to his level and smashes his lips against yours. Moaning into the kiss, being taken completely by surprise from how brazen he was being. He pulls away, a mix of saliva and his cum dripping down both your mouths. Standing up, he grabs your waist and lifts you on the desk. Sitting back down and spreading your legs, using his fingers to massage your clit. Moving down and eventually pushing a finger inside you. Bringing his lips down and starting to eat you out. Flicking his tongue, moaning as he felt you tighten around his fingers. Increasing the speed of both his hands and mouth. Stroking himself off, seeing you in so much pleasure was making his cock feel touch starved. Reaching your hands down and pulling and yanking. His hair was sweaty and you could feel him breathing hard against your core.

You tried holding back your orgasm as long as possible, wanting to enjoy the pleasure before becoming overly sensitive. He pushes a third finger which makes you fall over the edge. Feeling the walls of your cunt spasm and tighten makes him cum for a second time. Standing from his chair, rubbing his tip against your clit while continuing to finger you. Making eye contact as his warm cum covers your lower stomach. Resting your foreheads together, trying to catch your breath. He almost dozed off but eventually realized it was getting late. You were passed out, not wanting to wake you up, he carries you to the bed. Grabbing a towel and wiping you down. He didn’t want to go through your clothes, so he slipped his tee-shirt over you. Walking out in his tanktop, Kirishima gave him a side eye as he left your room.

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watchmegetobsessed · 7 months

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UNOFFICIAL

A/N: i know, it's still not the 3rd part of one summer BUT at least it's something new! it is also based on a dream i had about my work crush lol

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

SUMMARY: You and Harry are in a temporary phase of bein unofficial, but you don't mind it, especially the tiny moments you share when no one is looking.

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The pub is buzzing as always, the atmosphere is lively, warm, loud but not too much, most of the tables are occupied by the same usual people, glasses, ful, half full and empty are scattered all over every surface. The bartenders are working relentlessly behind the bar, one drink after the other lands on the counter. It’s not exactly the hottest spot in town, but there’s a core circle that knows and loves the personality of this place and it brings them back every week.

Your group is part of those people, you’ve been spending Friday nights here for as long as you’ve been working at the university, which has been for over two years now. You were fresh out of your PHD studies, very excited to start teaching as a professor finally and who you are lucky enough to call your friends now welcomed you at the school with open arms.

Sarah was the first one you connected with, women in STEM have a deep, instant bond, especially in a male dominant field such as physics. She invited you out for lunch on your first day and introduced you to the rest of the group. Mitch, the quiet but loving husband, Jeff who speaks enough for Mitch and himself as well, Pauli, the energy bomb and then there’s Harry.

It still makes you smile when you think of the first few months of knowing Harry. You were convinced he didn’t like you, because he seemed timid and tense in your presence, almost avoiding having even the simplest conversation with you. One night when the two of you ended up sharing a cab home from the pub and you had just one too many beers you questioned if you’d done anything to upset him.

He looked shocked and explained that he’s just a bit slow to open up to new people and he was also a bit taken aback by you and how extroverted and bubbly you were. He apologized if it all came off wrong, you laughed about it and it was already forgotten.

Since then, you’ve gotten the closest to him. In every way.

Sarah is telling you about a funny encounter she had with a student this week, she always has the weirdest stories, you’re listening to her, but your sixth sense also kicks in and as the door of the pub opens you know it’s Harry even before looking there.

He runs a hand through his hair as he looks around, his glasses fogging up a bit in the hot air of the place after the crispy, chilly october evening he has walked through. He was supposed to leave with all of you but he had to do a last minute consultation with a student, so he just told you to go ahead and he would join you later.

You’re already smiling when he finally spots you and slaloming between the groups of people he finally reaches your table.

“Man, I thought we would have to go back and drag you out of your office,” Jeff teases him as he shrugs his coat off and takes the last empty seat by the table that’s right next to yours. His knee bumps against yours, your eyes meet and you force yourself not to turn into a giggling mess.

You and Harry have been dancing in a kind of a gray, unofficial zone for a while now. After the rocky start your friendship bloomed easily, but since last semester it’s been more than that. You have no idea when or how, but slowly, you just knew you were more than friends. It started with meeting without the rest of the group, having lunch or dinner, making plans, just the two of you, endless conversations, building a connection you’ve probably never had with anyone before. Secret glances, small touches, you fell for him without even realizing.

The past month it’s been intensifying, but you still haven’t talked about it, not even after you kissed a few weeks ago. It happened at your place, so naturally and smoothly, you were cooking together, he had opened a bottle of wine and you were just having a good time, moving around each other in your small kitchen until you ended up pressed up together, noses brushing and he just leaned in and kissed you. It was soft and tender, warm and familiar even though it was a first. Like you were meant to be kissing all along.

Then you just went back to cooking, had dinner and later that night when he left he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth and that was it. Neither of you felt the need to talk about it, but it’s been definitely hanging there between the two of you, you just haven’t had that last nudge to finally fall over the edge and right into this new adventure.

“Sorry, tried to be as quick as possible,” Harry chuckles as he looks around, his eyes settling on you last and you see a bit of sparkle in his eyes that definitely has your heart skipping a beat.

With Harry’s arrival the group is finally complete and another fun Friday evening starts. You ventilate about work and students, then the boys play darts for a bit, Pauli wins as always and then Jeff challenges Sarah and Mitch to play foosball and see who’s the better player and the rest of you are watching their battle. The place is pretty packed, you’re standing by the foosball table and Harry is right behind you, nursing his second beer of the night. People are passing by towards the toilets and back to the bar, it’s noisy in there, but not too much. Harry’s presence behind you is warm and calming, his chest touches your back whenever someone walks past behind him, but he always pulls back, though you wish he would just stay.

A guy chooses to squeeze past between you and the table, making you move back, bumping against Harry and his hand gently grabs onto your waist, the touch of his palm instantly spreading a buzzing warmth in your body. You fit his front so perfectly and you want to stay like this, but you can already feel his hand moving away, but you grab it and pull it back.

There’s just a split moment of hesitation in him before his whole presence softens and he melts against you, his hand resting on your hip as if it belongs there.

You can’t help the smile that tugs on your lips, especially when he shuffles a bit behind you, his nose brushing into your hair and maybe you’re imagining it, but you swear you feel him kiss the back of your head.

Across the table Pauli just smirks as he catches what’s happening while the Rowlands are playing so determinedly like never before, but he keeps his mouth shut and returns to the game without a word.

Harry’s fingers are gently moving, stroking you as you stay like that, until the end of the game, which Sarah wins. You want to pout when Harry lets go of you because you all move back to your table, but you swallow it back. After the ruthless game Sarah offers to buy a drink for Mitch so they head over to the bar and Pauli soon stands up as well.

“Jeff, come out for a smoke with me,” Pauli pats his shoulders.

“I’m good,” Jeff nods at him, oblivious to the fact that Pauli is trying to give you and Harry some alone time.

“No, you need to come. I wanna talk to you about something.”

You just laugh under your breath as you hear Jeff asking Pauli what’s so important as they make their way outside, leaving you and Harry alone at the table. Neither of you dares to look at the other, not because it would be weird but because you know the pull would be way too strong.

Instead, Harry reaches over, his hand finds yours in your lap and he laces his fingers through yours, resting your intertwined hands on your thigh. For some reason you feel the urge to finally try to address it for the first time.

“Is it still something unofficial?” you ask and dare to look at him.

“We can make it official,” he shrugs with a tiny smirk and you just want to climb over and kiss him stupid when he is being so cheesy.

“I kind of like it being unofficial. Because… it’s just ours for now,” you admit.

There’s nothing you want more than to explore whatever it is that’s between you and Harry, but this phase is so comfortable and only yours, you want to be selfish just for a little bit more and keep it to yourself.

Keep Harry to yourself.

“Unofficial it is,” he chuckles and ignoring the buzzing crowd around, he pulls your hand to his lips and kisses the back of it before letting go of it as Sarah and Mitch approach the table.

For the rest of the night, it’s all just stolen glances, tiny touches underneath the table and no one comments on just how close the two of you are sitting. It’s kind of funny how obvious it is to all of your friends, but they let you stay in your little unofficial bubble just a little longer.

You share a cab home and Harry kisses you on your doorstep before getting back into the car. In the morning he texts you if you want to have dinner together and of course you do. You spend the weekend in your bubble, but soon enough, you slowly dance out of the unofficial phase and by the end of the semester everyone knows that you’re a couple.

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backtothefanfiction · 7 months

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Professor Peter Parker

Summary: The first day of college nerves are suddenly made worse when you realised the guy you f*cked last night is your new Physics Professor!

Warnings! 18+ ONLY! This is some of the filthiest smut I have ever written and posted on here yet. Female reader and pronouns, Age gap (everyone is of legal age, Peter is a very young Professor), Oral (F + M Receiving), Dirty Talk (so much fucking dirty talk), praise kink, edging, P in V, Peter Parker (YES he does need his own warning), One Night Stand... or is it?, ITS SEX PEOPLE, JUST STRAIGHT UP SEX WITH A LITTLE PLOT FOR ADDED TENSION AND POW!

Word Count: 4.9k+

A/N: Consider this my formal application piece for the literary prostitutes society. There are no words for this, so I'm just gonna type/sing Don't Lose Your Head from Six. "Sorry not sorry but what I said, I'm just tryin' to have some fun..." But seriously though this was so self indulgent and I can't believe this came out of me. It's very much giving Aria and Ezra in Pretty Little Liars but older and much more Peter Parker. Also I am really sorry about if the tense keeps changing, I sometimes have a problem with finding my rhythm and I really cba to spend the time working it all out and changing it.

First day of college. Standard level of nerves for a first day. Are you running on just a couple hours of sleep? Sure. Still a little tipsy from last night? Okay, yeah, maybe just a little, but that’s a good thing right. Takes the edge off. But then again numbers and science had never let you down before. You can do physics. You’ve got this.

You took a deep breath, hand hesitating on the door handle. ‘This is the first day of the rest of your life.’ You said to yourself, breathing deeply.

You found a spot somewhere in the middle of the room. Not so eager you were at the front but you also didn’t want to hide away in the back. That and you were pretty sure you were due for an eye test and if you sat any further back you wouldn’t be able to read the board. You got out your notepad, flipping open to the first page, your fingers smoothing across the fresh paper comfortingly. You reach for a fresh pencil from the novelty pack your Mom had bought you especially for your first week, knowing you prefer the feel of writing in pencil than pen, the ink always getting smudged on your hand from your messy scrawl. You pluck the one with tiny zebra all over it from the clear case before placing it back in your bag. Your fingers drum the back of the pencil on your page nervously as you wait. You tried not to overthink things as your stomach began to churn. Had you really turned up this early? You took a quick look around the room at the other 5 people who had actually been there before you. ‘Hey,’ you reasoned to yourself, ‘at least you weren’t as early as them.’

You yawned. Damn you were tired. Although you had this early class, when your new room mate suggested you go out with the guys who lived across the hall you couldn’t say no. To be fair, it had been a good night all considered. You had met some new people, exchanged a few numbers, agreed to go to the end of semester drama club performance even though the term had only just started, drank way too many jello shots, got snuck into a local bar and then ended up going home with a tall brunette with the softest yet devious brown eyes you had ever seen who completely rocked your world.

You absentmindedly rubbed your thighs together, squirming slightly in your seat as you thought back to his head between your legs. The lewd moans he’d pulled from your lips echoing around your brain. It sent a fresh new wave of arousal straight to your core.

‘Not the time or place.’ you berated, instead forcing your mind back into the classroom and the task at hand. ‘Physics of Matter with Professor Peter Parker. He was probably middle aged’ you thought to yourself. It was always the case with classes like these, middle aged men finally leaving the lab for the first time after finally completing their life's work, now relenting to their wife’s begging to spend more time with the family. Or older men with white hair, wrinkles and tweed, desperately holding on to their independence, understimulated by the idea of retired life when all that knowledge of matter and the universe was rattling around their brains. ‘Young hot professors were only to be found in the movies or on TV’ you daydreamed as you tried to distract yourself from the growing pit of nerves in your stomach.

You check your phone every few seconds as other students file into the room, finding their own seats as you count down the minutes. 5 minutes… 3 minutes… 2 minutes… 1 minute… … He’s late… 1 minute past… 2 minutes past… 3 min-

“Okay, okay, settle down!” A voice called out as the classroom door opened, far younger than she expected and slightly familiar. “Welcome to Physics of Matter,” the voice continued as he made his way towards the board, picking up a bit of chalk and lifting it to the board as he spoke, “I am Professor Parker, but please,” he said dropping the piece of chalk back onto the little shelf at the bottom of the board, “call me Peter.” He said finally turning around.

SHIT!

DOUBLE SHIT!

You dip your head towards your page as you sink a little bit down in your seat. Hopefully he won’t notice. ‘FUCK!’ your head was suddenly screaming as all those memories of the night before flooded your brain again. His messy hair. His naked body. The way he had moaned into your cunt- FUCK!

You subtly glanced around the room from your head's dipped position. This had to be some new prank show right. There’s no way this happened in real life. There had to be cameras. He’s an actor right? Ashton Kutcher was about to burst through the classroom door shouting “YOU’VE BEEN PUNK’D” any second followed by the actual Professor Parker, right? Right?

“Now I’m not gonna ask you to get your books out this lesson,” he began to say playfully, his voice carrying around the room as he walked back and forth in front of his desk surveying his new class. “Today is about you getting to know me and me just going over all the things we are gonna be covering over the course of our year together.” He said, talking a lot with his hands. “As much as I’d love to start getting into equations with you, I’ve learnt that that tends to be futile during our first lessons. I mean, just by a show of hands, who went out drinking last night?” Professor Parker asked and a shower of hands across the room went up, Peter’s gaze scanning across the faces of the raised hands as he continued, “Keep your hand up if you’re still a little bit drunk-” his voice cut off as his eyes finally landed on you, his own oh shit face befalling him.

You felt your skin crawl as people lowered their hands and began following his gaze to you. You moved your hand up to your face as you sank down in your seat further. ‘Stop staring. Stop staring. Stop staring!’

8 HOURS EARLIER

“I couldn’t help but see you staring.” He said as he sidled up to you. ‘Holy fuck’ he was gorgeous. Tall, lean, perfectly messy brown hair and the most delicious biceps (not too big) that were flexing under the cuffs of his fitted T-shirt you really just wanted to wrap your fingers around and squeeze. Damn. “Is she okay?” He said turning to your friend.

“Yeah she’s just-“ your roommate started before nudging you and breaking you from your hypnotised gaze on this absolute Adonis of a man. “She thinks you’re really hot!” she shouted over the music to him.”

He raised his eyebrows as he gave a small chuckle, flattered, as you cringed. They both laughed at you. “Do you wanna dance?” he asked as he took your hand.

“Yes, she does!” your friend said, pushing you off your stool. His other hand comes out to steady you as you almost slam into his chest. You blush before turning to give your roommate a death stare.

He flashed one of those charming smiles again before he began to guide you away from her and to the dance floor. His hand doesn’t leave yours as he starts to bop and bounce, easing you both into the music. You slowly relax, smiling as a giddy feeling churns in your stomach, as you begin to bop with him to the music.

The music swells and he gives you a twirl under his arm before he pulls you closer to him. “So have you got a name or am I supposed to refer to you as flower for the rest of the night?”

You frown. “Why Flower?”

“Isn’t that the name of the skunk in Bambi who is all quiet and has those big eyes and blushing cheeks and-”

“Don’t call me Flower.” you quickly say, slightly embarrassed by the way you had gone all goo goo eyed and helpless over him.

“Okay, then what can I call you?”

You hesitate for a second as you think about giving him your real name but what would be the fun in that, especially if this only turned out to be a one night stand. “Trouble.”

He laughs, his head dipping to hide his amusement. “Is that so?” he says from beneath his lashes. “Fine, if that’s how we’re playing it, you can call me Professor Brat Tamer, Professor for short.”

You feel your arousal soak your panties the moment he says it, the words going straight to your core. What have you gotten yourself in for? It’s like he knows too from the way he’s smirking. He turns you, pulling you back into him, his hands resting on your hips as he begins to grind himself against your ass. “Now, are you gonna be a good student?” he coos against your ear only loud enough for you to hear. “Or are you gonna be like your namesake says and cause me a whole lot of trouble?”

He can feel the way you relax your body back against him, your eyes closing as you relish in the feeling his words elicit in you.

You smirk as you look back at him, “I’m sorry Professor, but you may have your work cut out for you.”

An hour and a half later he’s pulling you into his apartment, your back slamming hard against a wall of exposed brick as your mouth latches onto his. Both of you had done so well keeping your hands to yourself the whole way back, but the moment you got through the door it was like a starting pistol had gone off, both of you suddenly in a race for pleasure.

You moan against his mouth as his tongue slips between your teeth. You can taste his final Jack and Coke he had had before you left. Your skin felt like it was burning under his touch.

“Fuck.” You gasp as his mouth is suddenly moving across your jaw and down your neck, his teeth and stubble grazing you slightly in his hunger for you.

“God Trouble, you sound so fucking pretty.” he coos against your chest, his hand moving to paw at your breast, bunching it up to spill over the top of your dress as he leaves wet kisses across the skin.

Your fingers wrap around his messy tresses as you pull his head back up so you can connect your mouth with his again, a small growl escaping his lips at the slight pain. You kiss him messily, both of you breathing heavily before you push him back, allowing you room to drop to your knees on the hardwood floor. Your fingers immediately begin to fight with his belt buckle, the sound of the metal clinking sending arousal straight between your own legs.

“Fuck.” He pants as he looks down at you, his hand reaching to cradle either side of your face as you pull down his jeans and his boxers in one swift pull. “Uh, baby, baby, baby.” he coos as you take his length into your mouth and immediately begin to work your tongue up and down his cock.

His fingers move away from your face, grabbing at the hem of his t-shirt and you watch as he pulls it up and over his head, exposing the rest of his body to you. Fuck he really was gorgeous. “Oh my god.” he cried out when you began to swallow his length down your throat, your nose pressing to his pelvic bone. “Uh,” he said, his head tipping back, “she’s not trouble, she’s fucking perfect.” he says as he drops his head back forward to watch you, his thumb reaching to wipe away a stray tear at the corner of your eye.

You take his length out of your mouth as you gasp for air and he thinks it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever heard. “Come here Trouble.” he says as he takes your face and chin in his hands and lifts you from the floor, pulling your lips back to his as he smashes his mouth into yours.

He begins to kick off his shoes as well as his jeans and boxers that now sit tangled around his ankles as he continues to kiss you, freeing himself so he can lift you up into his arms, your own arms throwing themselves around his neck, as he carries you to his bedroom.

You can’t help but cheekily bite at his lower lip as he stops just before the foot of the bed. “Oh she has some bite does she?” he says against your mouth. Your teeth almost clash together from how close you are as you grin, waiting to see what he’ll do or say next. “Okay,” he says as he pauses a little for dramatic effect, “I can bite back.” he says before throwing you back on the bed.

You let out a small squeal as you're caught by the mattress springs and pillows. You quickly prop yourself up on your elbows so you can see the devilish look on his face as he pulls off your heels before he stalks up the bed towards you. He leans over you, attaching his lips to yours once more, his tongue sliding deftly into your mouth and out again with every kiss until his last, when he uses it to suck your lower lip between his teeth, pulling on it. He releases it just as you’re beginning to feel it bruise, his lips instead attaching to your throat as his hands come up to pull down the top of your dress. He had already clocked that you were sans bra from how low the back of your dress was and is even more grateful now he can immediately latch himself onto your nipples, his tongue lapping at the small sensitive nibs, one and then the other.

You moan under his touch, your eyes falling closed as your head tips back, fingers gripping tightly at the covers beneath you. When he looks up at you, keening under his touch, he thinks it's the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. “Look at me baby.” he softly commands and you oblige, your chin pressing to your chest as you gaze straight into those big brown eyes. It’s the sexiest eye contact you’ve ever held. It’s like he’s fucking you with his eyes as his fingers begin to snake their way up your thighs, lifting the bottom of your dress up to your hips so he can pull down your underwear. He takes one feel of them before saying, “Fuck, trouble, these are soaked.”

You can only nod in agreement, as all words seem to have left your brain. ‘Fuck, he’s so fucking hot’ you think, as he kisses his way down your middle, over your dress until he reaches the hem where he can start kissing at your skin. You sigh, your head falling back again at the sensation of his lips kissing across your hips and then down your thighs.

His fingers spread your legs and he gives a small nip to the inside of your thigh and you gasp at the small feeling of pain, that quickly turns to pleasure, as yet another wave of arousal floods between your legs.

“Fuck, baby, you’re dripping.” he says as his finger scoops up the arousal thats begining to drip down your thighs, bringing it up to his mouth. You watch hypnotised as he sucks on his fingers. “Damn, trouble, you tast so fucking good.” he says as he slips his fingers from his mouth. It’s so filthy. He has barely done anything and you’re a fucking goner.

His tongue suddenly crashes between your folds. “FUCK!” you cry out loudly. His fingers trace over your thighs, reaching for your own fingers which you entwine with his. He’s got his eyes closed, savouring every moan, every little gasp he pulls from you.

He can tell you’re getting close from how your cunt begins to grind itself down against his tongue, chasing you’re high, but to allow you to have it would be too easy. He listens closely to your breathing, your moans; one… two… he suddenly moves his mouth away and you want to scream. He playfully nips at the inside of your thigh, almost hard enough to bruise. You really do scream now in frustration. “Told you I could bite.” he says coily as he mumbles against your skin.

He licks another stripe through your folds as if in apology, as if to soothe the sting but his tongue flicks at your sensitive clit before he sucks it hard between his lips and you cry out again. “Mmmm.” he hums against your cunt, “you sound so pretty when you scream like that.”

You want to cry, you are so sensitive and overstimulated but suddenly he’s lapping at your pussy again and you’re melting back into the bed as your muscles begin to relax again with the long slow licks of his tongue.

When you both begin to feel the build of your climax again he doesn’t pull away this time. He lets you have it, your thighs closing around his head, hips bucking off the bed as the wave of pleasure crashes over you. He keeps going, his mouth lapping up everything you’ll give him until you're pulling yourself away from him. Tears well in the corners of your eyes from the over stimulation as you pant and whine and rub your thighs together, desperate for the feeling to dissipate. He grabs at your ankles, holding you still as you flop back into the pillows at the top of the bed.

“So good for me Trouble, you’re doing so good.” he says as he crawls up the bed to kiss you.

Although he’s wiped at his mouth, the taste of you still remains and you lick it off every part of his mouth you can reach as he settles himself between your legs.

His hands slide up your thighs before they’re grabbing ahold of your waist and suddenly he’s flipping you, his head crashing into the pillows as you straddle his hips. Your lips race to chase his as you continue to pant breathlessly into his mouth, another flood of arousal soaking between your legs.

His fingers reach for the bottom of your dress, lifting it up and off your head, leaving you finally, completely naked before him. “Fuck, trouble,” he moans as his eyes drink you in, “has anyone told you how absolutely fucking perfect you are.” You giggle and blush as you lean down to kiss him. “No. No. Look at me.” he says as he takes your head in his hands and moves you away from him so you have to look at him. He’s giving you that look with his eyes again as he holds your face in place, not allowing you to break eye contact with him for one single moment as he begins to grind his hips up against you, his rock hard cock grinding against your clit. Your mouth falls open in a silent gasp. “So fucking perfect.” he repeats. “Now tell me, trouble, how do you want me to fuck you?” You can’t think, your eyes closing as you try to focus your thoughts as his skin drags across your clit teasingly. He gently taps your cheek with his fingers, forcing you to open your eyes and look at him. “Eyes on me Trouble,” he says, “find your words, tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

You shake your head as you close your eyes again, really unable to think. “Options.” you say breathlessly, your eyes flying open, before he can punish you for breaking eye contact again. “Give me options.”

“Okay.” he concedes with a small nod and a smile. “Okay, pretty girl.” he repeats again soothingly as he pulls you back down closer to him, his lips kissing you sweetly and encouragingly, aware he’s over stimulating your brain. “I can fuck you like this.” he says as he looks into your eyes. His hand slowly trails down to wrap around your throat, his other hand still cradling the back of your head as he flips you again. “Or I can fuck you like this.” he says as he continues to slowly grind himself against your sex. “Or,” he says as he lowers his head down to the crook of your neck, breathing you in deeply as he speaks directly into your ear, “I can flip you over and fuck you from behind.” You sigh as his words go straight to your core again.

“The last one.” you say breathlessly as your eyes close.

“MMM.” he hums into your ear as his teeth nip at your jaw, satisfied with your response. He pushes you back into the bed slightly as he lifts himself onto his knees, his hands moving away from your face and you watch him eagerly as you await his next move. He leans over to the bedside table, reaching into the draw for a condom, lazily tugging at his length with one hand whilst he uses his teeth and the other hand to open it up. You’re almost starring as he’s rolling it down the length of his cock, fully taking in his erect size. He smirks when he looks up to notice you nibbling at your lower lip.

“Come here, trouble.” he says before he’s flipping you over, your head finding a comfortable position on the pillow as he lifts your ass into the air.

He slides his fingers down your opening before placing two fingers slowly inside you, stretching you out and you let out another breathy moan at the feeling. He pumps them in and out of you a couple more times before he slowly lets them slide out of you, his fingertips dragging agonisingly across your clit before he uses them to pump his cock again a couple times, shifting himself into position.

His fingers grip tightly onto your hips as he lines himself up and slowly pushes himself inside you, your back arching with the stretch, head shifting as you let out another moan of satisfaction into the pillow. “Mmm, let me hear you baby.” he says as his hand removes itself from your hip to reach for the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair as he turns your head back towards him.

“Fuck.” you hiccup as he pulls himself out little by little before he’s slamming his hips forward against your ass, pushing himself in even deeper.

“Fuck, trouble. So fucking tight for me.”

You lose all ability to speak as he begins fucking into you, slowly building his pace until he’s fucking into you at a wicked speed. You want to scream again, your face screwing up in ecstasy as his cock continuously hits that spot inside you that makes you want to explode. His other hand reaches around for your throat, pulling you back up as he leans over you so he can stick his tongue back into your mouth. It adjusts his angle somehow, making the feeling in your cunt even more intense. Your mouth falls open as he holds it there, you’re panting and moaning into his mouth. “Look at me.” he encourages as his thumb rubs soothingly across your jaw. You can’t help but obliged.

It’s too much. It’s the hottest, most filthiest sex you’ve ever had. You know you’ll never be the same again. Nothing, no one, will ever compare to this. “Please, please, please.” you find yourself repeating as your eyes close again. You’re so close and he knows it because your cunt is constricting like a vice around his cock.

He moves his hand down to circle at your clit between your legs. “Come on, trouble, give it to me,” he coaches, “Fuck, baby!” he snarls against your mouth as he smashes his lips to yours again, pulling at your lips bruisingly.

You pull your mouth away from him, wailing, gasping for breath as your body convulses around him, his pace only slowing slightly to help you ride out your climax. “So good.” he coos, “My trouble, so fucking good for me. Atta girl.”

His pace is steady as he feels you begin to relax again but you’re still so stimulated. You’re surprised he’s still going. “Your turn.” you say to him breathlessly and he smiles. When he doesn’t say anything you decide to push your luck. “How do you want to fuck me?” you coo, now you’re the one who’s eye fucking him.

You watch as he closes his eyes, head falling back. He chuckles then, something low and devious. He suddenly pulls out of you. It makes you feel so empty. You’re about to whine but then he’s flipping you over and pulling your legs together and then over his shoulder as he bends you in half. He lines himself back up with your entrance and slips back in with ease and you gasp as he bottoms out, the position making him hit that devastating spot inside you instantly. He leans all the way over so he can kiss you, his mouth swallowing every moan, gasp and breath that leaves your mouth as he pounds down into you like something fierce.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” you whine as the sensitivity grows too much. His pelvis is slamming against your clit with every thrust. Now you really are crying, your eyes rolling back in your head as you feel yourself clamping down on his cock again.

“Oh my god, baby.” he says. “You’re so fucking wet. So fucking good. Such a good fucking girl.”

It’s a guttural wail you let loose into the room as you cum and his head dips down as he buries himself in the crook of your neck, his thrusts growing even faster as he chases his high. “Stay with me, Trouble,” he says, trying to ground you. He lifts his head, hand reaching for your face, forcing you to look at him. “Just a little bit longer, baby, just a little bit-” but he can’t finish his words. He’s so fucking close. One pump, two- he suddenly stills as he buries himself inside you, his forehead pressing into yours grounding you both as he pumps his seed into the condom inside you. You whine at the feeling of his cock pulsating against the still extremely sensitive spot inside you.

“You did so good.” His voice reassures as he strokes soothingly across your cheek forcing you to look at him as you breathe deeply and heavily in your come down. “So fucking good.” he says as he kisses your forehead before slipping out of you.

With his body no longer crowding you you fully relax back into his sheets, your eyes closing as you try to regulate. You think you might even pass out. You think you may even have blacked out for a second, but you know you haven’t as your eyes fly open and your body jumps at the feeling of a cool damp cloth between your legs.

He watches you content as you suddenly relax once more, the cool washcloth doing wonders to soothe the hot swollen feeling between your legs as he cleans you up. You definitely black out then, completely exhausted.

You are disturbed again a few minutes later, a soft reassuring hand brushing up your legs. “Here.” his voice says softly as he sits on the side of the bed next to you, waiting for you to open your eyes and look at him so he can pass you a glass of water.

The cold liquid does wonders to help regulate your temperature and you can’t help but stare at him again in wonder as he sits before you in a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms. He leans over you, kissing the top of your head, breaking you from your sex induced stupor.

“You can stay if you want.” You nod your head, you have no energy to move yet.

“Okay.” he says with a soft smile as he takes the now mostly empty glass from your fingers. “I’m gonna go get you another one of these,” he says motioning to the glass now in his hands, “you go to the toilet, there’s a spare toothbrush under the sink, get yourself ready for bed and when you get back we can cuddle.”

You still have no words, just dociley nod and agree. You wobble slightly as you try to stand, blood rushing back to your limbs and his hand reaches out to steady you. “I’ve got it, I’ve got it.” You say as you sway slightly and wave him away.

He just chuckles. “Whatever you say, trouble.”

You crawl into bed beside him 5 minutes later, tucking yourself into his side as his arm wraps around you. “You really are Professor Brat Tamer huh?” you joke as you nestle into his bare chest.

“And don’t you know it.” he smiles, pulling you tighter into his side so he can place a kiss to the top of your head.

You wake just after 6am, sneaking from his bed with a smile on your face as you pick up your clothes before doing the walk of shame back to your student halls. The sun is just coming up and the leaves are just starting to change, you can still feel the alcohol in your system as well as the after effects of your orgasms and you know, although you’re tired, today is gonna be a great first day… or was it?

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there’s a season 4??? omg i was just about to cancel my netflix subscription LOL also i didn’t proofread this so my bad if there are grammar or spelling errors i’m sooo sleepy rn but thank you for requesting! <3

ricky x gn!reader, fluff(?), enemies to lovers, one-shot

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your heart was beating out of your chest as your uber finally stopped in front of the gates of your university. if it wasn’t for ricky shen and his idiots of a group of friends constantly being late last semester, your university would have never updated their policy of not giving attendance to any students who came to class later than 10 minutes within the scheduled lecture session.

“fuck.” you muttered under your breath as you started bolting to your campus. the large compound was not helping at all with you already being 5 minutes late. you wished you ran more in the mornings, or maybe went to the gym more often — why were you already out of breath?

as you continued running, even climbing 2 flights of stairs because the lifts were taking forever, you were quickly approaching a bunch of people ahead of you walking in a slow pace. “excuse me,” you said in a slightly loud voice, it worked for most of the part as most of the students moved out of the way — except for one.

of course it had to be him. nothing could ever get through his thick head it seemed. as a result of bumping into ricky, his phone fell out of his hands, followed by a loud thud that you swore the entire hallway could hear as the device hit the floor. “what the hell?” he mumbled as he looked behind him in complete shock.

his face distorted into what could only be described as disgust when he was met with the sight that unfolded before his eyes. you. “do you not watch where you’re going?” he asked, a lace of sarcasm was palpable in the tone of his voice. if you had more than 3 minutes before you were officially declared absent, you would’ve retorted back; but you didn’t.

rolling your eyes, you continued speed walking, thankful that you made to class in time. so did ricky, unfortunately. there wasn’t much seats left given that you were late which made you have no other choice but to sit together with ricky at the same table. you didn’t want to spare him any look as you know you’d die out of disgust for him, so your eyes wandered to his phone on the table.

it had a prominent crack across the screen, and you were almost 100% sure you caused that. you pressed your lips together, a pang of guilt suddenly washing over you the longer you stared at his phone. you knew he could easily afford a new one, but you were a bigger person than him, and you acknowledge your mistake unlike him.

but at the same time, you did not want to apologise to him. not because he doesn’t deserve it — you just don’t want people thinking you’re friends with him if they saw the two of you talking.

you didn’t hate him at first, but seeing the way he acted at the beginning of the year was enough reason for you to hate him — and the fact that he’s just never had anything nice to say to you amplified your hatred even more.

letting out a soft sigh, you muster up all the courage to apologise to him, because once again you are a bigger person than he’ll ever be, and you admit to your mistakes. your hand reached out to his, gently tapping it to get his attention.

ricky’s eyes darted to the side when he felt your touch, he was almost taken aback. if he gave it a thought, this was the first time the two of you had ever had any kind of physical contact. he gave you a slight head tilt, motioning you to explain why you wanted his attention in the first place.

upon seeing the way he reacted to you trying to call him, you fought back the urge to roll your eyes at how brazen he was. “sorry for breaking the screen of your phone.” you pointed, your voice sounded sincere to him. ricky almost scoffed at your apology, though. were you actually apologising? over something so small? he wasn’t even holding it against you, since his phone has had that crack since over a month now.

he was going to explain to you that you weren’t the one that caused the cracked screen — but an evil idea had popped into his mind right before he could say anything nice. it was like he was physically incapable of being nice for any longer than 3 seconds.

a smirk started to form on his face as he looked you in the eyes, which almost made you back away from him completely. if you were not in the middle of apologising, you would’ve definitely said something smart-assy to him by now.

you gave him a weird look as he narrowed his eyes, “are you really though? sorry?” he asked, leaning his face closer to you. you had to look around the class for a quick second to make sure that you weren’t actually the only one in the class, and that this was actually happening to you. you leaned into your chair to back away from him, nodding your head as you do so, “i–i am…?” what was intended to be a statement turned into a question instead.

hearing the uncertainty in your voice gave ricky more leeway to tease you, “you sound unsure yourself,” his face was smug as he leaned back, finally giving you room to breathe normally. “can you just accept my apology like a normal person?” you retorted, you physically couldn’t stop yourself from saying something snarky to him as he had successfully gotten on your nerve with the sudden invasion of privacy he just did.

his head immediately turned to look at you, almost shocked that you had said something rude not a minute after apologising to him. a part of him wanted to laugh too, you were making his job way too easy.

he shrugged as his gaze returned to the powerpoint slideshow your professor had opened up. “seems like you’re not actually sorry,” he paused, raising his phone to your eye level. “this isn’t cheap to fix, you know.” he finished, another sly smile forming on his lips.

“god, what do you want me to do then?” you scoffed, not actually meaning what you had just said. ricky held back a laugh, “if you were really sorry, you’d let me kiss you,” he didn’t actually mean it, though. he just wanted to see you flustered and embarrassed. his gaze once again diverted to you so he could catch a glimpse of your reaction.

your eyes were wide as you tried to process what he had just said, and if you had actually heard it correctly. but he said it loud and clear — there was no way you heard it wrong. “are you serious?” you asked in disbelief. ricky nodded, winking at you afterwards. “ricky, fuck you.” you bursted, rolling your eyes at his demeanour.

“would you, though?” he continued, his annoying smile only widened. “you’re so annoying.” you added, hoping one of your words would at least make him stop talking to you. you weren’t even sure why you were still entertaining him. ricky leaned closer to you once more, “and you’re not actually sorry, because if you were, you’d do as i ask.” he whispered, a soft chuckle following him at the end of the sentence.

your professor, all the way at the front, all of a sudden had shut the lights off inside the auditorium. he was telling the class of a 10-minute tutorial video he was about to show for everyone to see.

an idea popped into your mind at that very moment, seeing it as an opportunity. it wasn’t like anyone was gonna see the two of you in the big, and dark auditorium — and ricky was already inches away from your face. you decided to let your impulsive thoughts win this time — and for a good reason! you convinced yourself

swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat, you quickly grabbed ricky’s face — not giving it much thought if you were being harsh. ricky’s eyes were still adjusting to the dark when you suddenly started tightly grabbing his face. the next thing he knew, he could feel the warmth of your breath on his lips.

you could somehow smell ricky’s breath — it was sweet, contrary to his characteristics of a complete degenerate. his lips were soft, and he almost immediately kissed you back. you expected nothing less from someone like him, of course he was an extremely good kisser.

before you got carried away, you immediately broke off the kiss. you tried your hardest to look tough, glaring at him although you weren’t really sure if he could see you. “now stop bothering me.” you warned him. your eyes finally diverting to the big screen in front of you.

ricky wanted to say something to annoy you, but he was genuinely too stunned to form any sort of coherent words. for the first time in his life, he decided to stay quiet. he was completely shocked that you would actually kiss him, without giving it a second though or whatever.

and he was taken aback by how good you were at kissing, it almost made him want to kiss you again. but you hated him, so he couldn’t do that. his heart was banging in his chest, he could physically hear it. but he wasn’t supposed to feel this way? you hate him. and he likes making you find more things to hate about him.

he turned to look at you again, to make sure the kiss had actually happened. to his surprise, you were also stealing glances from him. the two of you immediately looked away, eyes widened at the awkward eye contact. what just happened?

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dietmountaindewbae · 29 days

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DILF ALEX PLEASE 🙏🙏

xxvi. teach me, teacher

alex turner x reader

word count: 3091

summary: Watching Mister (Early The Car!) Turner walk around class made you feel in a daze, hoping that one day he'll give you a valuable lesson.

warnings: sp*nking, age gap, slapp*ng, a bit of v*olence, male dom.

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The bell rings, and the class is dismissed but you stay until you finish, focused on the details of each trace of your pencil. These past few weeks have been stressful, finals were soon, and the teachers were exploiting you with millions of projects and exams. But the only class you felt like you had things under control was during drawing class, in today's lesson with Mister Turner, you took your time to trace your pencil lines with black marker and some color. You were lost in oblivion when you suddenly heard the heavy door shut close.

"Still here?" Says Mister Turner coming inside with his second cup of black coffee.

"Sorry... I'll be done in a bit Mister Turner" Your soft voice made his ears ring, and his eyes couldn't escape you. Your hair under your ears, your big doe eyes, and long eyelashes, your pink lips, and cupid's bow, the little beauty spot on your chin like a little kiss, and his eyes rubbed down your soft bare legs, that little skirt in your uniform left plenty for his imagination.

Then, out of nowhere, your eyes cross, in the blink of an eye he goes back to grading more papers while you keep drawing. Your heart skipped a beat, and he shuffled in his seat, feeling a drop of sweat running down his forehead, that little scare made his heart jump.

Mister Turner was a nice teacher to everyone, but recently you were falling behind, you had to take your time with each drawing, and he often was right behind you telling you that you should be working faster for the semester you're in. All you wanted from him were his little notes in your papers congratulating you, and now all you got from him was his notices. When he walks into a room, his big voice makes everyone's heads turn, you always follow him with your eyes wherever spot in the class he is standing in when he moves his hands to try to physically explain something that only in his brain was drawn out perfectly, the way he crosses his arms as he speaks or when he puts his hands on his hips as he's explaining any subject at all, he had a way with words no one else had, you knew that he was blessed with some magic or ability no other man had, you often thought about him.

You were needy for his attention but you were too scared to talk to him, whenever he came to check up on you, all you could do was nod and pray for him to accept your work, that's all you ever wanted, that's all you ever needed. And when he leans in closer to you, you cling to his smell of black coffee and strong cologne, you often lose yourself as you look at the chain that hangs on his neck, looking at it bling.

You hear the pen on the paper grading, and you raise your eyes to look at him, and you catch his eyes stripping down your skirt and rubbing his eyes down your legs. His pupils dilate at the look of your eyes and he drags his eyes back to his papers, pinching the bridge of his nose, he felt as if as though he had exposed one of his weaknesses, one of his guilty pleasures, a secret. He could feel a string of tension begin to rise, many questions in his head, but only one way to solve them.

He stands up from his desk, the heel of his boot clashing against the wooden floor, standing next to you, "Hope you're doing the work that you own me" He says very quietly, almost as if he wished his voice was part of the wind that blew against the windows.

"I don't think I owe you anything," You said, looking at him directly, and confidently.

"Last time I checked, you did" He drawls and slowly walks back to his desk, and you put your pen down

"Well, if you let this one slide then I won't tell anyone that you were looking at my legs," He turns and looks at you with big eyes, a subtle smile crawling to your corners, and you put your things back inside your bag, "I'll see you on Monday" Your fingers brushed your hair back, and he jumped out of his chair as he sees you approaching the door.

He chases you feeling the rush of blood in his ears, "Wait" His arm stretches closing the wooden door before you even try to leave, "You're not gonna say anything, are you?" You stayed quiet, looking at him through your lashes, he sighed, regretting ever revealing the truth, he had no care about what the principals or counselors had to say, what he was deeply concerned about was what you had to say about his twisted and cheeky little perverted secret, "I promise I won't do that again" He says it like a promise, but it didn't feel like one.

"I never said I wanted you to stop," You whispered to him, his big brown eyes blinked slowly as the look in your eyes engraved on his, "Now if you don't mind... I-" You tried to open the door, but there was no need to say anything else when it was clear what he wanted from you.

"You should finish your homework, then you're free to go" You turned on the heel of your shoe, and walked back to the tall table pulling your things out of your bag to keep working.

Mister Turner had watched you bloom into an ungodly magnetic girl, always sitting in the back, quiet, and beautiful. Something stirs inside him whenever he sees you putting on your lipstick and brushing your hair, whenever you sit cross-legged and he's able to see a little bit of your thighs. When you came back to school with your hair cut to your chin, he couldn't stop looking at you as you worked, admiring how your hair fitted and framed your face so perfectly, your big eyes took all of the attention.

Now, you both were alone, based on the words you said he decided to test how far he could go, compared to his hand on your shoulder whenever he congratulated you when you turned in good work, or when your fingertips brushed as he thought you how to solve your questions.

With his hands on his hips, he's determined to stand behind you as your hair reveals a little bit of your nape, "Maybe you should trace that line again,"

"Which one?" You asked with innocence.

He takes a step forward, pointing his finger to the line while his other hand lands on your back, his index and middle right on the clasp of your bra, you're eyes light on fire as his gaze turns darker.

"I liked what you did with your hair... looks pretty on you" You smiled as you tried to hide the redness in your cheeks as he dragged his fingers up your back to caress your hair.

"Thank you" You don't utter another word as he keeps playing with your hair, pretending to be way more invested in your homework than his hands on your hair. He catches onto that, taking a step behind you, he tears his hand from your hair, and you try not to act on it, still pretending to be distracted but he could feel how your body yearns for more.

His hand lands on top of yours, taking it away from the table, and putting it in your belly, sliding it down until it's in between your legs, pressing down on your weak spot, you unconsciously rubbed your legs together but he pressed his crotch against your ass, the bulge on his pants heavy and hard, you rubbed yourself against it.

"You can't pretend you don't want some of it" His hand that was on top of yours now slides down inside your panties, his fingers spreading your wetness all over your cunt, "You're crying for more" Your pencil dropped to the floor as he slowly begins to grind his hard-on against your ass, bending your back so your little holes can drool for more. Your voice didn't make a sound but your face and your body were arching for more, "Tell me that you want it" He says, waiting for your consent. He pressed your cheek against the table, pushing his hips closer to where you needed him, "Stop acting like a dumb fucking cock warming whore" You giggled at the things he has called you.

"You really want me to say that, Mister Turner?" You said with a smile on your face, he took his hands away from you, feeling as though he had made a massive mistake, you turned to look at him right in the eyes, rubbing your thighs together, "But what happens if I don't?"

He catches on to your games, and that little playful smile on your face tells him everything he needs to know, "You want to learn that lesson?"

"You're my teacher... teach me" You smirked, his lips hungrily kissing your mouth, his tongue eager to slip inside your lips, crashing against yours but he took over you so easily that you instantly melted into his arms and hands that gripped your short hair so tightly, into his roughness, you were delighted to do so.

He tossed you back onto your table, raising your skirt and spreading your legs open, his hand in between your legs, dragging your panties down to your ankles, "Arch it" His hand pushed your hips down so you were completely exposed to him.

"Is that the way you like it?" You tease, turning your face to look at him, watching his hand stroking his cock very softly. You played around with him, wiggling your hips just to tease him.

You didn't expect him to hit your bum with his rough hands, sliding his fingers inside you testing how wet your walls were, "I see you like learning the hard way, I gotta repeat meself over and over until you understand"

"Until I understand what?" You joked.

"You're in my class, you follow my rules" A laugh bursts out of your lips, causing him to flip out on you, hitting you harder than the first time, you hissed and he kept hitting you and slamming his hand against your flesh harder, pulling your hair back, each time he hits you, a tear rolls down your cheek but more wetness drips down your thighs, something you couldn't understand. All your fantasies were coming true, "You understand who's in charge right?"

Your legs and arms shaking, he turns you over to face him, whipping a tear from your cheek, squishing your cheeks together, nodding your head to tell him you understand, "I'll do anything for it" His little evil smirk spreads across his lips as he sees your almond colored eyes sparkle beneath his touch.

He grips your hips tightly, smothering his lips against your mouth, pinching your cheeks together, and ripping apart the kiss, "There are no other better words" He bends you over against the table, kicking your feet to spread open your legs, grabbing a fist of your hair, the tip of his slippery head right in between your thighs, teasing you slowly until you couldn't help yourself anymore, you stupidly tried to grab him and let loose, he pulls harder on your hair, sticking a slap right across your face, "I told you to not play around like that, you think this is funny?" He spat into your ear, slowly easing himself inside you.

Your teeth bite your lower lip and hum as he gently drags back his dick and slides it back inside your little hole, his fingers in between your legs going in circles, but as he pulls his hips back you can feel your walls tightening around him, begging him to stay inside you, "Oh my fuckin'- please... just please... I need you" You cry out miserably trying to convince him.

"Toughen up, I don't wanna hear a single noise coming' out of that mouth, you understand?" You nod your head as a tear rolls down your face, waiting impatiently for him to fuck you senseless, the anticipation getting the best of you, "You're drooling for more..." He teased your entrance, coating the head of his cock with your juices, "Didn't know you were like that..." Your name rolls out of his tongue like glory, and it sounds deathly and precious.

He eases his way inside you, your breathing gets stuck in your nose, and you try to keep up with the way his hips collide against your bum slowly at first, but with each moment you drag your hips back at the same time as him, he went deeper and deeper, and your legs started to feel it, you felt something burning inside you, something that tingled away in between your legs, and you were oozing for more, for something that put an end to it.

Your body tensed up as he suddenly grabbed a fast and hard pace, you could feel his skin burning against yours, digging his nails into your thighs, tearing and bruising your skin, there was no better pain, no other man that you ever desired. His fingers slipped inside your mouth until your throat closed, a burst of saliva coming out of your mouth as you pushed his body away from you.

He burst into laughter as you try to catch your breath, "What the fuck is your problem?" You gasped for air, "That was-"

"Too much?" He says with a smudged smile, "Thought you wanted me to teach you, you're not up for it anymore?" The cheeky tone in his voice mocked yours perfectly, you knew what this was all about.

"No, it's not that-"

"Oh come on, I knew you weren't serious, always laughing at me like I'm some sort of joke, and now you come here with all of this crying and whining, God! You can't handle anything" Your eyebrows frown together, "Don't look at me with those eyes" All you wanted was to scream and spit into his face all those vile words on your mind, but your tears ran down your face, the anger causing your insides to fire up and evaporate through tears. He set all of that fire at first glance.

He drags you closer to him by the elbow, "You can't say you don't feel what I'm feeling right now" Your nose reddened, his intentions just as clear as his writing on the chalkboard, he wanted you to fight for him "If you want me to be yours, I'll be part of you in any way you want... but just do it now, because I want you" Your arms around his neck, he kisses your cheek tasting your salty tears. But he was on top of you since the beginning, and like the man he is, nothing is really good enough for him, "I said I would do anything for you and I will, just keep me" You blinked your eyes slowly, his arms dragging your body closer to his.

His hands flew across your face, a spank of wind drying up your tears. He bends you over against the desk, hearing the weakness in your voice and the need for him had his mind so fixated on you, this fight had stopped and now he felt like the winner, he liked the triumph and the fulfillment of feeling your body twist and bend just the way he wanted, and you felt happy he could feed of your body like a vulture.

Your body relaxed as his arms hugged you close, lips on your neck, nose in your hair, not a single noise coming out of your lips, your mind was off wondering how long it took him to end you. His body smashing yours repeatedly, you looking at him through the crack of your neck, watching his eyes turn black, "You're enjoying this, you can't hide nothing from me" Your eyes closed tightly as you can feel him forcing himself deeper in that tight space, "You love when I get all mad on you, don't you?" Your cheeky smile burst onto the surface, he had caught you since the beginning, but he didn't want to fight anymore, there was no need for that. He can feel his heart palpitating so fast at the look of your pillowy pink cracked lips, his hands running down your soft hair, your body rocking against his so nicely that it makes his whole body vibrate, he's at a loss for words, so he wraps his arm around your waist, grabbing your hand and closing shut your mouth as your eyebrows push together and your walls began to contract and he pushed himself deeper inside feeling you burst like bubblegum, and your walls began to slowly ease up as your body gets covered with little flickers of electricity.

His eyes feel heavy as he smothers his cock in all your wetness, his gasps for air humming your name, playing around with your clit, and you were so sensitive and he couldn't get enough, but you were willing to handle more just for your man. His body was slowly losing balance and he grunted and you could feel him sliding outside of you so easily, feeling something warm splash into your inner thigh. That last warm breath of lust breezing your cheek.

"Here" He whipped down your thigh, and you adjusted your panties and your hair, and as you turned around, he pulled you close to him, giving you a gentle and caring kiss on your head. Your hearts warm up to each other instantly, "You did great, me darlin'"

"Thank you" That's all you needed to hear from him. He didn't call you by any other thing but his.

A/N

This was a special one, dedicated to my girl, my real, my best friend, and ofc thank you anon for your request but this was like two birds in one bullet sort of thing. She's my number one fan, and I gotta thank her for reading all of this, and for making me feel good about telling her about this, I thought I would take many things to grave but turns out, she's taking some of mine and I'll be taking some of her's, because that's what love is.

I lob u 😈💋

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cozy-the-overlord · 7 months

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Free Fall

Summary: Tony Stark arranges for an Avengers Teambuilding Day at a local amusement park. Loki had been hoping to avoid it -- he's had enough thrills to last a lifetime, he has no desire to seek out more -- but you and your endearing enthusiasm for roller coasters convince him to come along. However, the free fall drop tower you start out with turns out to be a bit more thrilling than he bargained for.

Word Count: 3,482

Pairing: Loki x Gender Neutral Reader

A/N: Drags self out of the grave and awkwardly waves

So it's been a minute since I posted lol. Those of you who follow may be aware that I recently graduated from college with the Final Semester From Hell that involved my computer hard drive dying on me in class and causing me to lose not only forty pages of my honors thesis two weeks before it was due, but also almost every WIP I had been working on in the past four years because I am an idiot who chronically forgets to back things up :D I did make it through college, but between stress, burnout, depression, and the death of any motivation to work on anything because of having to restart from the beginning for all of my projects, I went a while without writing anything. But I'm slowly getting back into it -- I have several projects in the works and I'm hoping to get back to posting more regularly. This fic was a short piece that I had started prior to the computer death that I had a lot of physical notes on so they weren't lost when my hard drive decided to yeet itself into the sun. I'm not entirely happy with it, but honestly it feels so good to finally finish something that I don't care.

Anyways, sorry for the obnoxious A/N. Thank you so much for reading!

Warnings: PTSD, flashbacks, panic attack, a bit of motion sickness?

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Standing in the shadow of the great tower, heart thudding in his throat, Loki is suddenly aware that he’s made an enormous mistake.

Next to him, Stark whistles. “This is what you usually start with?”

You grin up at the spire, a massive construction of electric green cutting through the cloudless sky. Two elevators, one on either side, are creeping slowly up the length of the tower. They linger at the top for just a moment before plunging back down to Earth, their occupants screaming. Loki feels ill just watching, but you’re practically vibrating in place. “It’s good to get the blood pumping.”

He can’t bring himself to look at you.

It’s your fault that he’s here. Loki hadn’t planned to come today at all. A day spent outside in the sweltering summer sun, following Stark’s gaggle of misfits onto various machines designed to fling mortals from side to side to simulate the feeling of a near death experience? Loki couldn’t imagine anything more torturous. Thor’s begging and cajoling received nothing in response. No, he hadn’t the slightest intention of coming today, not until last night, when he came across you restocking the main refrigerator.

“Are you excited for tomorrow?” you had asked as you arranged rows of Red Bull on the top shelf. “I can’t wait to take you guys around Rapid Rails—I’ve been begging Mr. Stark to do a teambuilding day there ever since he hired me.”

Your eagerness caught him off guard— as Stark’s personal assistant, you had been present at all of his godforsaken teambuilding events, but Loki had never known you to be particularly excited about any of them. “I … I wasn’t aware you had such an attachment to it.”

“Oh yeah—I grew up just down the street from there!” You beamed at him, breaking down the cardboard box you had used to carry the cans. “We used to have season passes – they were way cheaper when I was a kid – and we’d just go there to hang out all the time. Gosh it was so fun. And now I get to go for work!” You let out a merry laugh. “I guess some things never change, right?”

Loki huffed a soft chuckle. He had never seen you like this before, practically bubbling over in excitement. It was … rather endearing. “I suppose not.”

“You are coming, right? Thor said you hadn’t made up your mind yet.”

Were the circumstances different, Loki might have scoffed. Hadn’t made up your mind yet—Norns, his brother lived in denial. Instead though, he hesitated. “I … I’m afraid I hadn’t planned on it.”

“Really?” The way your face fell actually hurt his chest. “Why not?”

“I—” He glanced away, pressing his lips together. “I’m not sure I’m one for your roller coasters,” he said, finally. “You’d likely have a better time without me there.” It was an attempt at lightheartedness, but you only seemed more disappointed.

“Oh, that’s not true at all! I was really looking forward to—” you stopped suddenly, and when Loki looked up again, you were biting your lip with a nervous laugh. “I mean, it would be really fun if you came with us. But it’s okay if you don’t want to.”

“I suppose I could come, if you so desire.” He hoped he sounded nonchalantly cool, and that you couldn’t see the way his heart fluttered at the idea that you might want him there. “I wouldn’t wish to let you down.”

“Oh, I mean—” You looked away, the light from the refrigerator silhouetting your frame. “I don’t want to force you, if you don’t want to. You shouldn’t do it just for me.”

“No, I …” He inhaled, then smiled. “I think I would like to join you.”

And so here he is, at the base of this great metal monstrosity, intently studying the sign outside of the line entrance to avoid Thor’s knowing smirk. His brother has never worn self-satisfaction well.

DEATH DROP: THE TALLEST AND FASTEST DROP TOWER ON THE EAST COAST

The description is illustrated with a photograph of two people strapped to their seats, mouths wide in mid-scream as their hair flies every which way. Loki lets out a shaky exhale as he reads. The tower, it claims, is 400 feet tall. It reaches top speeds of 85 miles per hour. The ride itself lasts about 90 seconds in total. The measuring stand besides the entrance indicates that participants must be at least 48 inches tall.

400 feet. That doesn’t sound too terrible, he tells himself. The concept of a foot as a unit of measurement is still something he struggles to wrap his head around, but he knows that Stark Tower stands at over a thousand. So that’s not too bad. 400 feet would be a drop in the bucket, really, compared to …

No. He pushes the thought down, back into the dark recesses of his memory. None of that. Not today.

Stark smirks at him. “You’re looking green, Tommy Wiseau.”

Loki swallows, straining to maintain his stiff mask of composure. It’s bad enough to have Stark reveling in his discomfort, but now you’re looking over at him too, brow furrowed in concern, and he wishes he could melt away on the spot. “I’m quite fine.”

“Of course he is!” Thor booms, slapping his shoulder with a hearty thwack that does nothing for Loki’s stomach. “We’ve fallen from much higher heights, haven’t we, brother?”

Weightless. Breathless. Engulfed by inky nothingness, the air so thin he can’t even scream —

Loki’s smile hurts. “Yes, very true.”

“You don’t have to go, Loki,” you interject. “It’s totally okay— I have friends who love roller coasters and refuse to touch this ride. It’s a lot.”

He knows you mean it as reassurance, but he can’t stand the way you’re looking at him, as if he were a frightened child, too fragile to be brought along. Are you regretting having convinced him to change his mind? Do you feel that he’s only holding you back? Somehow, the idea that you no longer want him here is almost as sickening as the thought of the fall.

Loki huffs a breath. No. He will prove himself worthy of your coaster. “I assure you, I am fine.” His voice is more strained than he’d prefer it to be. “Let’s get on with it, shall we?”

…

The attendant seems rather starstruck as he ushers the group onto the ride—he stumbles and stammers through the explanation of the seating arrangements and the harness. Loki’s not really listening as he follows you to the left side of the cart, trying not to ignore the buzzing that seems to be settling behind his ears.

You smile up at him. “Would you rather sit on the side or in the middle?”

He frowns. “Does it make a difference?”

“Well, personally I don’t think so, but I know some people who get scared of heights think it’s easier to sit in the middle.”

“I’m not scared of heights.” The words come out far too quickly to sound believable, and he curses inwardly at himself. “I can sit on the side.”

“Are you sure?” You eye him uncertainly. “It’s okay if you—"

“I’m quite capable of managing such a seat.” He sits before you have the chance to question him again.

The seat is rather tight—Loki wonders if that’s intentional, or if it’s simply built with a smaller frame in mind. In the cart off to the right, he can hear Thor fumbling about with the attendant, and he chuckles despite himself. If he’s finding it to be a bit of a squeeze, he can’t imagine the troubles his bulky brother must be having.

It’s a momentary reprieve from his darker thoughts, and Loki is actually smiling when you warn him to sit back against the seat.

“The harness is going to be coming down soon.”

“What?”

You motion to the contraption above the cart, two plastic green masses shaped like upside down u’s that hover above your heads like the top of a clam shell. “It sits over you and keeps you from flying out of the cart.” You let out a small laugh. “It’s like the harnesses on the Quinjets, but way less cool. They also have little handles that you can hold on to if you want.”

Loki is eyeing the harnesses uncertainly. “What do you mean they’ll be coming down soon?”

“You used to have to pull it down yourself, but they have it all programmed now.” A great mechanical creak cracks through the air, and you press yourself against the back of the seat. “Oh, here it comes now!”

He frowns, mimicking your movement to sit as far back as he can. The green restraint descends slowly over his head, with a metallic groan that does not give him much faith in the construction of this monstrosity. He expects it to stop once it was hovering over his torso, but it continues until it’s pressed snuggly against his chest, pinning him to the seat. The attendant is saying something over the intercom, but Loki barely registers it over the feeling of the restraint. It’s … it’s not a painful sensation, but the firmness with which it holds … he’s been restrained before. Little flames of memory spark in the corners of his mind, flames he can’t seem to douse no matter how hard he tries.

Get it off. Get it off. Get it off.

He gives an apprehensive tug on the metal handles that now rest on either shoulder, a tug which quickly turns into a hard yank. The harness does not move. His mouth has gone dry.

“Loki?” you’re frowning at him, your head only barely visible through your own harness. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

You’re not bothered by the restraint. Of course you aren’t—how many times did you say you’ve ridden this ride? It’s fine. It’s fine. Goodness, what must you think of him, seeing him panic over the safety harness that you’ve worn hundreds of times before for fun? He nods his head, shaking away the feelings and memories and emotions and all the other thoughts that he wishes he could just wash down the drain …

“Are you sure—?”

“Perfectly,” he spits, but it comes out more snappishly than he intended, and you recoil with a look on your face that makes him despise himself.

I shouldn’t be allowed to speak.

“And enjoy your ride!” the attendant finishes with a flourish, and the thick metal cranking is all the warning you get before the cart begins to lift off from the ground. Loki’s heart jumps to his throat, pounding so fast he can’t make out the separate beats.

“This part is the scariest bit,” you yell at him over the grinding of machinery. “The anticipation kills me!”

Loki inhales. The elevator continues to rise, inching up slowly along the spire, the ground beneath their feet melting into miniature. This is alright, he tells himself. If this is the worst part of the experience, then he’ll be just fine. There’s nothing particularly frightening about it—he spoke the truth when he told you that he had never been bothered by heights. It’s all perfectly fine.

Perfectly. Fine.

Norns, they’re still going up. He risks a glance at the track above him—surely they must be close now? The movement makes him queasy, and he quickly turns back to face straight ahead. His knuckles are white from clutching the handles. The harness is digging into his chest and it takes all of his self-control not to rip it off. The elevator stutters—is this it? His breath catches, but no, they’re still going up. They seem to be slowing down though, don’t they? Or is that only his imagination?

I’m going to be ill.

They’ve stopped. That’s not in his head. Everything seems frozen in place. Why did he agree to do this? Loki presses his eyes closed. Any moment now. Any moment …

Still nothing.

His chest aches. He may have forgotten to breathe. Why have they stopped? Is something wrong? Loki turns to you—you look ecstatic, eyes crinkled with elation, mouth wide in an open grin.

“When is it going to—”

You drop.

The world goes silent. He feels it, that awful sensation in his stomach as the line goes slack and colors rush before his eyes in a blur until it all fades to darkness, airlessness, weightlessness, his lungs burning and drowning on the empty void of space—he’s falling, he’s falling again, he’s falling again oh please Norns not again—

There’s ground beneath his feet. He’s not sure where it came from. His knuckles ache. You’re talking – to him? He’s not sure, he only barely can make out your voice …

“Loki? The harness is coming up. Can you let go?”

He’s still clinging to the handles. Can he let go? He’s not sure. His body feels like lead. He pries his fingers from the metal tube and the pressure against his chest vanishes with a woosh over his head.

“There you go.” Your voice is soft, encouraging, closer than he remembered. He looks up to find you kneeling on the ground before him. You flash a nervous smile. “You alright?”

He’s not sure what to say. His instinct is to apologize, insist that yes, of course, he’s quite alright, he didn’t mean to give any impression to the contrary, everything is fine, but the words catch in his throat.

stars melting together smothering his last breath

Loki lets out a shuddering breath, settles for a nod.

“What’s the hold-up?” Stark calls out. “Barton and Romanov are waiting with the kids on the other side of the park.”

“We’re just taking a break for a minute!” Your reply is hurried. “You guys can go on, we’ll meet you there.”

“Is something wrong?” Thor sounds concerned, and—oh great—now both him and Stark are walking over to their cart. “Loki? What happened?”

“I—” But words, so often his steadfast ally, seem to be failing him right now. What happened? He has no answer; at least, none that his brother would accept. For nothing had happened, not really, and yet that was enough to send him spiraling through the fabric of reality.

He hates this. He hates feeling so weak.

Stark is chuckling. “If I knew that this was all it took to shut him up, I would have rented this place out sooner—”

Enough.

Loki forces himself to stand – far too quickly, his stomach churns at the movement, but he swallows the bile in his throat. He needs to get away. It doesn’t matter how, but he needs to not be with them. Besides him, you scramble to your feet too.

“I’m well.” His voice doesn’t sound right—it feels foreign, and thick like syrup, nothing like his own. “You may go on without me.”

“Are you certain?” Thor is frowning. “We can wait—”

Please don’t.

“I’m certain. I just need to sit for a moment.”

“There’s a bench nearby!” You’ve taken on the same cheery inflection typical of your working voice, and it adds a sense of normalcy to a distinctly abnormal situation. He’s grateful for it. “I can show you where!”

Both Stark and his brother seem reluctant to leave, but you insist that it’s fine. “I’ll call you if anything changes.”

He feels slightly steadier as he follows you to the bench—it’s just a wooden thing on the side of the concrete path, across from what appears to be a diner of some sort. You mumble something about going to get water. It’s a relief when you turn away, so you don’t see how he collapses against the seat.

There’s ground beneath his feet. Loki closes his eyes, focuses on that. There’s ground beneath my feet. The asphalt is firm, hot with the summer sun, anchoring him to reality. He lets out a breath. It feels safe.

Unless, of course, it crumbles beneath your step and flings you back into the abyss –

“Hey.” He jerks up at the sound of your voice, and the suddenness causes you to jump as well. You shift apologetically, standing in front of him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Loki swallows. How did he not hear you come up? “You didn’t.” Although it must be obvious that you did. At least you’re kind enough to allow him the lie.

You offer him a plastic cup. It’s a flimsy thing, but quite cold, relieving against his feverish skin. He takes it with a mumbled thanks, pretending he doesn’t notice how you’re studying him with a quiet sort of concern.

“Are you feeling better?” you ask after a moment.

Loki bites down on the inside of his cheek, relishing the way it stings. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s just – I mean – ” you glance down, tugging at your shirt sleeve. “I get panic attacks too.”

“I don’t—” But he stops himself, stops the urge to argue. Gives a gentle nod instead. “I’m well, thank you. I just … I need a moment to catch my breath.”

“I’m sorry …” You look away guiltily. “Death Drop is kind of a lot – we shouldn’t have done that first.”

“It’s not that. I –” He wants to explain to you. He wants you to know that he’s not usually like this—he never used to be like this, he’s strong and steady and perfectly capable of anything you could ask of him, but his voice is failing once again. Loki huffs a sigh. “You ought to go on with the others. I don’t wish to ruin your day.”

“Oh, you haven’t ruined anything. I’ve been on every ride in this park about a million times. It’s fine!” Your voice is bubbly and light as you sit down next to him on the bench. There’s something oddly comforting about the sound. “Besides, it’s bad etiquette to leave a friend by themselves at an amusement park. Buddy system and all that.”

A friend. He can only stare at you.

You falter. “Unless … unless you’d rather I left?”

“No—” Loki surprises himself with how quickly he answers. “No, I’d rather you didn’t.”

Several minutes pass in silence, the frantic beating of his heart slowly tapering off into something softer as he drinks in your presence. He’s grateful for it, grateful for how you let him soak in the quiet. Thor would never have allowed him such a moment’s peace.

He’s considering asking if you’re sure you don’t want to go on any other coasters (he feels guilty for keeping you here—perhaps he can accompany you through the queue and wait on the ground?) when you suddenly sit up stock-straight. “Oh!”

Loki frowns. “Is something wrong?”

You turn to him with a wide grin. “I just remembered they have Dole Whip here!”

“They—what kind of whip?” What sort of ride would a whip be, he wonders? A human sized slingshot, perhaps? His stomach lurches at the thought.

Luckily though, he’s proved wrong. “Dole Whip!” you giggle. “It’s like ice cream, but fruit flavored. Like there’s pineapple and strawberry and whatnot—it’s like soft serve.” You look at him with a kind of hopeful excitement. “Do you want to try some?”

Loki hums. He has yet to try soft serve ice cream, but he knows his brother practically swears by the stuff. “Is it good?”

“Supposedly. I’ve actually never tried it— we never wanted to spend money on park food when we would come as kids. It’s stupid expensive.” You smirk. “But today’s all on Mr. Stark’s dime, so…”

He chuckles. “And you would take advantage of your employer in such a fashion? I didn’t realize I had such a Machiavellian on my hands.”

“Hey, I’m just taking advantage of the opportunities presented to me!” You stand with a grin, holding your hands up in a mock surrender pose. “You can’t blame me for that, can you?”

“Oh, I’d never,” he teases as he stands, and he’s relieved to find that his legs have regained their steadiness. “I’d be honored to experience this Dole Whip with you on Stark’s expense.”

“Fantastic,” you beam. “It’s not too far from here. And it’s right next to a bunch of these little shops—they have this ridiculous giant sea monster toy that costs like $300, I can show you—”

You continue on as the both of you walk down the path, telling him all about the park’s various hidden gems and the inside jokes you and your friends have concocted around them, and Loki finds himself laughing more than not—he can’t help it, your giggles are just too infectious.

Huh. Perhaps joining you today wasn’t a mistake after all.

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jaeminmp4 · 3 months

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what if we read manga together, then what? (m.lee)

synopsis - you have a love for reading mangas, and you made it your goal to visit your town’s local bookstore to relax after a grueling finals week and to check out the new bungo stray dogs manga that was just put on sale. however, you didn’t think that having a tower display of mangas falling onto you would lead you into having a friendship with the nerdiest (and cutest) boy ever. member - mark lee x fem!reader word count - 3.1k warnings - just some cursing, SOME my hero academia slander but it's not bad i promise!!! genre - college au, fluff, humor, strangers to friends to lovers authors note - wow casually dropping my first written scenario here hehe and it's for your favorite canadian boy, mark lee!! idk i was watching and consuming mark lee content like my life depended on it and it lead to this,, uh monstrosity of a fic, it isn't my best work, but i wanted to put out something before i start procrastinating, hope you somewhat enjoy it at least :D

You definitely weren’t the clumsiest person on the planet, and you knew this for a fact after witnessing your friend Minjeong trip over her own feet and spill the contents of her lunch tray all over the floor. Then when she attempted to get up from the ground, her foot had stepped right onto the apple sauce left on the ground, then she tumbled over again, this time almost hitting her perfect face right onto the tiled floors of the cafeteria. At the time you were too busy laughing at her demise to be of any help. You guessed karma came back to bite you in the ass. Stupid karma.

You had just finished your last exam of the semester and all you wanted to do was rot in your dorm room and sleep until the RA’s kicked you out to go home for break. You, however, didn’t do any rotting or any sleeping. For weeks you had been eyeing up the small bookstore near campus because you knew for a fact that they had just put up a sale for the new volumes of Bungo Stray Dogs and you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see your beloved Chuuya Nakahara. You’d do anything for that red-headed son of a bitch. Which means sacrificing the rest you so desperately needed. You could sleep anytime you wanted now that it was break, but that sale was going to go soon (and you were a broke college student so you couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste), so you needed to get into that bookstore ASAP. You knew that they were closing at 6 pm. But by the time you got back to your dorm room to change it was 4:30 pm and it was a good twenty-minute walk.

You came barreling through the door of your dorm room scaring the life out of your roommate in the process. You were throwing stuff around the room looking for more comfortable clothes to change into, and to find that stupid discount coupon your literary professor gave your entire class months ago to buy books that would “enrich your mind”. You had scoffed when he turned around after giving you the coupon, stuffing that damned paper into a random pocket of your bag. Now that you needed that coupon it was nowhere to be found. Now, you could go without the coupon but you only had like 25 bucks to your name, and you needed to take what you could get. You were about to give up on your search because you were running out of precious time, that is until your roommate, Yoo Jimin, or Karina as she liked to be called, waltzed up to you with a very familiar paper in between her pointer and middle finger. Your eyes lit up, your hands moving to grab the coupon from her. But Karina snatched it back so fast before you even had the chance to blink. “Hey! Do you even need that coupon? Last I checked the last book you read was your physics textbook but you turned to the first page before nearly bursting out into tears.”, you whined. Karina gives you a dirty look as a warning to shut the hell up, which you do knowing she’s the only one with a coupon.

“I’ll give you the coupon if you get me a volume of Jujutsu Kaisen.”, she bargained. You give her an incredulous stare, “That’s all you wanted? Okay, that’s fine Rina, but please give me the coupon they’re gonna close in like an hour and won’t be open till Monday, and I need to read something other than a lab report or I’m going to go insane.”, you stressed. Satisfied with your answer and her plan to make you do something for her, she hands you the coupon and blows you a teasing kiss before walking over to her side of the room and plopping onto her bed. Rolling your eyes you scramble to gather the rest of your belongings before running out of your dorm room, the door slamming, giving your conniving roommate her second scare of the day.

That’s what brings us to present time and your current predicament. You had to run like three blocks to get to the tiny bookstore in your university’s town. It was nestled in between a cafe (which is quite convenient) and an arcade. You stood in front of the building wheezing your lungs out, you attempted to catch your breath so you looked less like a crazed person who was struggling to breathe and more like a normal person getting ready to purchase books. When you entered you had a good forty or so minutes to grab the two volumes, pay, and get out. What could go wrong?

There were very few people left in the bookstore, only about one or two people that were still perusing the many aisles of books. You knew exactly where the volumes you wanted were located. Gripping the coupon in your hand tighter you walked towards the manga section of the bookstore. This section was by far the smallest section of the entire store and the only place they kept the manga, for obvious reasons.

You had only taken one step into the section when the strap of your bag decided that latching onto the manga tower was a good idea. Thus bringing the entire display down onto your unsuspecting form.

You first felt a spike of pain on your backside, and it hurt like a bitch. You looked behind you to catch a glimpse of the cause of the pain and noticed it was that display of My Hero Academia volumes you saw placed right at the entrance of the aisle. Of course, it had to be that god-forsaken manga Chenle and Jisung were talking your ear off about all the time. But like god damn, what were these books made of? You had landed on the ground on your knees in the most ungraceful way possible, and you knew for a fact that you probably had a bad case of carpet burn on your knees. It didn’t help that you looked like an idiot, and it also didn’t help that you were quickly garnering the attention of the other customers in this tiny ass bookstore. Of course, you’d humiliate yourself right when they get a sudden influx of customers.

You felt your face turn hot in humiliation, and you moved to try to get up to attempt to save yourself from this embarrassment. However, the damn display wasn’t done with you yet and didn’t want to budge. Why was this display all of sudden so heavy? You turn your attention to the people walking over to check out the commotion you created. However, none jumped to your aid. You sighed in disbelief and were about to attempt to get up by yourself again. Before you could, you felt the relief of the heavy display being lifted off of you and you swear to god you could hear the angels ascending down to Earth and singing to you. You turned to look at your savior and you came face to face with the cutest stranger kneeling next to you, his facial expression showing deep concern. He was saying something to you but you were too busy gaping at him like a fish out of water.

He puts one of his hands on your shoulder finally snapping you out of your dazed stupor. The cute stranger’s face had contorted to one of panic, “Did you hit your head too? Do you have a concussion?” You frantically start waving your hands out, shaking your head no, “N-No, I’m fine! Perfectly fine, peachy actually.” you say, your voice cracking by the end of your sentence. The boy next to you doesn’t look convinced but he nods anyway and he lets out a small laugh at the oddity of all of this. You laugh too, one because his laugh is infectious and you couldn’t help but laugh along, and two, you thought it was stupid to think this, but you couldn’t help it, all that was going through your mind was, you didn’t know who to thank for giving you the chance to meet this cute stranger, your incessant love for Chuuya Nakahara or Deku’s silly superhero gang.

Turns out that cute stranger’s name was Mark Lee, an employee of that bookstore. A cute name for a cute human, you had thought. After the whole fiasco, you had gotten an ice pack from him and assurance that he’d be the one to clean up the display you destroyed. You sheepishly told him you didn’t mind cleaning it up yourself since it technically was your fault. But he insisted that a pretty, injured girl like yourself shouldn’t be doing any cleaning at all. That shut you up real quick, a red hue taking over your face. You were just glad he didn’t notice. You ended up staying till the store closed, talking with Mark about different animes and mangas you two enjoyed, and other interests you had.

Karina had texted you a couple of minutes after the bookstore closed wondering where you were.

rina<3: hey where r u, its been like yearssssss y/n: ive been gone for like two hours max, u’ll survive rina<3: i just want my dose of jujutsu kaisen :/

You snicker at the message and shut your phone off choosing to tell her what had happened when you arrived back to your shared dorm. Standing in front of the bookstore, you put your phone into your back pocket. You look up right on time to watch Mark fumble with the keys as he tries to lock up the store for the night. You laugh quietly, who knew the boy who’d come to your rescue was also clumsy, granted his clumsiness was cute and yours was more on the, I’d rather crawl into a hole and die than have to go through that again, sort of clumsiness.

Mark turns around to look at you after he finishes locking up the shop and he gives you a small grin, and you were sure your stomach was a terrarium with the amount of butterflies flying about in there. You barely knew the guy, you seriously couldn’t be forming an infatuation that fast. Right?

“Y/N, you said you lived on campus right?”, he asked as he walked over to stand next to you. You nodded in response to his question. “That’s great! I live on campus too, it’s sort of crazy how we never really saw each other before though. If you want, we can walk back together?”, he suggested.

You were getting ready to refuse not wanting to waste any more of Mark’s time, at this point, you assumed he was just doing all this to be polite, and if it were you in Mark’s position, you sure as hell wouldn’t exactly be so chipper and willing after having to clean someone else’s mess. But once you glanced over towards him, you were so done for. He was giving you one of those doe-eyed stares, like a cute little puppy wanting something from you. So you folded, like a piece of paper, but like come on, how could you say no to a face like that? That’s how you ended up with an entertaining walk home, an amused roommate, and a new contact in your phone.

Turns out that Jisung and Chenle knew Mark as well. They both had met him in one of their many shared classes (you realize a majority of your friends really enjoy the arts), and they use him as a means to get a discount at the bookstore Mark works at. You wish you had thought of that, but you supposed you already used all of Mark’s sympathy the moment you tumbled down to the ground with his meticulously arranged display of books. Speaking of the bookstore, when both of those two gremlins found out how you two had met they both laughed their big heads off, both boys in literal tears after Mark was finished retelling the encounter. You wish the ground would just open up and swallow you whole but life never wanted to go your way, did it?

You cursed them both out in embarrassment and a bit of anger as Mark sat in between you and the two boys, attempting to cover his small amused smile from you, but it didn’t really work. “Do you find me getting hurt so funny? I’m glad my demise will forever be a joke.”, you lamented. Chenle laughed again, his laugh higher in pitch now, and you had to restrain the urge to reach over the table and throttle his giant head. You felt a slight pat on your back and you looked over to see Mark smiling at you with his cute little smile and you felt your heart melt, “Don’t be too sad, I don’t find it that funny.”

Mark looks at his watch and he looks at it alarmed, he starts hastily getting up from the table you four were sitting at, pulling his backpack onto his shoulders, “Sorry guys gotta go, I promised Donghyuck I’d help him with recording his new cover of some song he found on Youtube.” He turns to look at you, “Catch you later? Heard there’s a new manga coming out soon, maybe we can read it together?” You nod dumbly at his question, Mark sends you one last smile and a thumbs-up before he leaves. His figure moved farther and farther away from the three of you.

Chenle was the first to break the silence. “Have you finished drooling over Mark yet?” You spluttered, “What are you talking about? I was not!” You crossed your arms over your chest as you looked at the boy. He had a shit-eating grin on his face, and you groaned covering your probably red face with your hands. You peeked through your fingers and Jisung was also looking at you expectantly. Okay, so maybe you should have throttled Zhong Chenle earlier.

Being friends with Mark Lee is exhausting, and that’s only one of the many words you could use to describe your friendship, but you didn’t feel like delving more into that territory.

Mark was excitable at times and was always passionate about the things he had an interest in. In your words, he was a huge nerd. So when he found out there was going to be a convention in a town near yours he was practically bouncing off the walls. He had called you at three in the morning with the news, you, on the other hand, answered the phone half asleep mumbling “mhms” and “uh huhs” to his excited rambles.

When the day of the convention had come, he had convinced you to come along, and even dress up as a character. You decided to dress as Yosano from Bungo. It was a simple outfit really, just a button-up blouse with a black tie, a black skirt, and some black tights. Your hair is adorned with Yosano’s signature butterfly clip. You had to say, you cleaned up nicely. You exited out of your dorm and walked down to the parking area of your dorm’s building.

Mark was supposed to come over and pick you up ten minutes ago but he still wasn’t here. For someone excited about all this, you’d think he’d be the one to come early. You pulled out your phone getting ready to text him, but the boy in question pulled up to where you were standing. Looking up at him you noticed he was dressed up as well, as Ranpo, from his hat, down to his little detective cape.

That is so adorable. You just wanted to pinch his cheeks at how cute he looked, but you threw the thought out the window. You clambered into Mark’s passenger seat, closing the door trying not to get your skirt caught as you closed it. Mark looked over at you and chuckled, “Hey what are the odds we’re two characters from the same manga?”

You giggled as you playfully hit him on his shoulder, “I literally told you who I was going as ages ago, you literally did that on purpose.” Mark turns to look back at the road as he starts to pull out of the parking lot onto the main road. “Maybe I did.”. he says nonchalantly. You glance at him, “You wanted to be matchy matchy?”, you chirped. He beams at you and nods. You felt those butterflies in your stomach start again, just like all the other times you’ve hung out with Mark, but somehow this felt different. “Any reason as to why?”, you asked slowly.

Mark sucks in a breath, and you worry you’ve offended him. You start to take back what you had said, but he places a hand on one of yours that was in your lap, and that’s when you notice how clammy your hands were. You were praying to anyone that would listen so that he wouldn’t notice. If he did he didn’t mention it at all but not that that mattered at all because the next few words he uttered nearly knocked the wind out of you, and made you forget the fact that you had gross hands.

“I like you, Y/N. To be honest, I thought I was being obvious in my feelings for you, but forgive me if I was a little awkward, I’ve never really done anything like that at all.”

You stared at him not knowing what to say, and this felt a little too familiar to your unceremonious meeting, where even back then you had stared at him like he’d grown two heads. Mark was beginning to feel a slight bit uncomfortable under your gaze and started to pull his hand back, “If you... don’t return my feelings that’s fine too! We can forget this happened, stay as friends and we can go back to reading our silly little mangas together.”

You grabbed his hand back and held it in yours. His hand was warm, and it felt nice, and you liked it a lot. “You know, Mark Lee, I like you too, probably a lot more than you think, plus you were quite literally my knight in shining armor.”

“Oh thank god you like me back, I thought you thought of me as some nerd pestering you all the time.”, Mark gushed. You jokingly put a hand on your chin pretending to think, “Welllllllllllll………..”

“Hey, I was making a joke!”

“I’m just kidding.”, you say, grinning from ear to ear. “So does that mean, you’re my girlfriend?”, he asks giddily. “If you want, I can be.”, you breathed. “Then, it’s official.”, Mark says, while drawing delicate circles with his thumb on your hand.

Mark turns to take another look at you before adding, “I’m glad your clumsy self got nearly crushed by a My Hero Academia display stand.”

“Okay, well now you’ve ruined it.”

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unexpected - part 1 & 2 [ xavier thorpe x reader]

[ i’m alive! i haven’t posted in ages and i’m terribly sorry. i’ve had this in my drafts for awhile and finally finished it up. it's a part 1 and 2 that just made sense to put in the same post. ]

word count - 5.5k

[ summary - the reader and xavier have despised each other for years, but when she discovers his unexpected attraction to her after being a bit too nosy, their dynamic takes a complete turn. ]

[ warnings - enemies to lovers, angst/jealousy, swearing, dirty talk, oral (f), unprotected sex, bit of degrading. ]

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i was never a big fan of school dances, especially the kind where wednesday addams stole the show for wearing all black, despite that being typical of her, so i didn't really understand what the surprise was for. i had always been fairly close to enid, but when wednesday transfered to nevermore, our friendship diminished in some ways, but i wasn't drastically devastated or anything - i needed to focus on my education anyway. despite my new and improved academic achievements, enid managed to convince me to come to the r'aven, which i did solo, contrary to the norms at nevermore to never attend such a large event alone.

"she looks gorgeous, don't you think?" enid said next to me, a bit of excitement and pride in her voice as she clutched tighter on her glass of punch, watching the black haired girl walk in with tyler, a blank expression on her face.

i shrugged lightly, taking a sip of my drink as i leaned against the empty chair in front of me. "i mean, she's okay." i said plainly. i didn't even mean it out of jealousy or spite, i really didn't view wednesday to be as unique as she was painted to be by people like.. him, yeah, xavier thorpe.

i thought of xavier because as enid spoke in return to my dry comment, i saw the boy staring at wednesday with a bit of disgust, probably at her date, and also with himself. i would hope that was for being so obsessed with someone who never even returned his way-too-obvious feelings, but who was i to mindread?

i laughed lightly, nudging enid to look in xavier's direction, bianca's expression dropping to clear aggravation and jealousy as she watched her date's face. "why do you think she came with him when she probably knew he was going to react like this?"

enid shook her head, frowning a bit. "i don't think she thought about it like that at all. maybe she thought they would get back together."

"yeah, right." i set my glass down on the white table. "xavier has been mentally dick-riding wednesday since she got here. he wants what he can't have like most guys."

"then why doesn't he want you?" enid asked, giggling as she nudged me. i rolled my eyes and pushed her with my own shoulder.

i grin, looking over to her. "because he hates me so much he can't physically imagine fucking me. remember, he said that during our game of truth or dare last semester."

"oh, believe me, i'll never forget that." she takes a large sip from her cup, laughing through it. "i can't believe he said that in front of half the grade."

"i can." i smirk, taking her empty cup and grabbing my own off the table. "i'll be back with some more punch."

she nods and mouths a small "thank you" as i walk off, lightly pushing myself through the crowd of students and round tables, until i reach the trash can and the punch table that was next to it. i began to fill enid and i's new cups before i feel a tall, lanky, and, oh, deathly aggravating, presence next to mine.

i sigh, turning my body towards his as i look up at xavier thorpe. "upset about your public rejection?"

he rolls his eyes, grabbing a cup and beginning to fill his own after i step away from the bowl. "at least i have a date. i think you're the only person here who doesn't."

"maybe i'm untouchable." i tease, sipping from my cup and looking down at him while he shoots me a grossed out look as he leaned down to grab bianca a glass. "perhaps i stand out more than wednesday, but you'd probably say that was impossible. delusion does something to a person, i suppose."

he scoffed, leaning up straight and looking down at me, as if i appeared to be lesser than him. "you're a real asshole, [y/n]. you know that, right?"

i shrug, clearly unbothered by his comment. "it's my best trait."

walking back to enid, i can hear xavier's annoyed groan as he heads to the opposite side of the room to meet a very pissed off bianca. i pitied her, but at the same time, she agreed to go with xavier thorpe, so there wasn't much i could validate from that decision.

i noticed enid flirting with her date, so i set her drink down on the table and walked back towards the entry door, slipping through it silently and down the dark hallway that led to the dorms. everyone was occupied, and i didn't mind being left alone for a few minutes anyway. i was never a big fan of loud music, or parties, so it didn't suit me much there - i was mainly more of an emotional support for enid than anything. i didn't mind it much at all, but she was with her date, and i would never complain about some alone time on campus.

i slowly creaked open an empty classroom door, walking into the room full of desks and lab equipment. i quietly turned on the lamp aside the teacher's desk before sitting down. i reached into my pocket to grab a small bottle of vodka before pouring it into my drink. as i lifted it up to my lips, i hear a loud knock on the open door, making my eyes widen and avert to the glass bottle in my hands, which i quickly tossed into the trashcan before looking to who was at the door.

i rolled my eyes as i saw xavier, taking a gulp of the drink, which i quickly realized i needed for this interaction that was about to occur.

"what brings you here? did you think of any insults that pertained to something relevant?" i asked, turning the rolling chair towards him as i cross my ankles. "if so, i'm happy to hear what you've come up with this time."

"shockingly, i've come to ask if you wanted to drink with me, but i see you've already started by yourself." he says, leaning against the door frame, putting his hands in his pockets as he references the trashcan.

i gasp with heavy sarcasm. "me? drink with xavier thorpe?" i grin, standing up. "did bianca say no since you publicly humilated her by drooling over wednesday addams?"

he pursed his lips together as a red tint collected onto his pale cheeks. "no, i didn't ask. she's been ignoring me anyway tonight."

"can't blame her, i must have rubbed off on her." i say, handing him my drink as he very quickly took a sip. i blink a bit in surprise. "are you trying to get fucked up?"

"why would i not?" he said with a bit of a frustrated tone. "i'm not going to act like i don't feel bad for screwing over bianca like this. she fucked me over by using her powers when we were together, but i didn't really plan on being a dick to her tonight, it just happened."

"it just happened." i say in a low voice. "you really need to think things through before you say or do them, xavier thorpe. can't ask someone to go to a dance with you just because your first date ditched you. especially your ex."

he shook his head, handing me back the half-full cup. "what am i even doing talking to you about this shit? whatever." he said, turning to face the door. he seemed embarrassed. "see you."

i stare blankly at his confusing but unsurprising response. it seemed him opening up to me and me not giving him a sympathetic reaction pissed him off, but i don't really know what he was expecting from me in the first place. we hadn’t gotten along for years. truthfully, i couldn’t even pinpoint when our mutual disliking started, but it had always been around.

“you know, i may not be quite fond of you, xavier, but i’m here if you need brutal honesty.” i raise my tone as he walks off, leaving me with no response. i sigh, now a bit embarrassed with myself for displaying a small portion of kindness to him.

i turn around, finishing my drink off and tossing it in the trash before i walk down the hallway, opposite of the dance, back to my dorm room.

as i approach my room, i glance down to see a dorm key on the floor. my brows raise and i lean down, grabbing the metal and reading the side of it. my eyes widen when i see who’s it is. obviously, no other than xavier thorpe's.

“oh, shit.” i mutter.

i wouldn’t act like i wasn’t a nosy person, especially towards my nemesis - of course i’d be going to snoop in his room.

his dorm was a few down from my own. i quietly unlocked the wooden door, sliding myself through the cracked frame and gently shutting it behind me. flipping the dim lights on, i scanned the messy, yet also oddly organized bedroom. given that xavier thorpe was a strange person, at least to me, i very quickly found something interesting. his sketchbook.

i walk towards his desk, picking up the red journal and flipping through it, seeing well drawn pictures of different animals, instruments, nothing interesting.. until, the last few pages, which were not photos, but writing.

as much as she made my blood boil, her fierce personality grew on me, far more than i expected it to as the years went on. the hate i once possessed so deeply was altered into a deep, truly intolerable lust, one that i could never showcase to her, only myself, surrounded by my own walls and left to think of her alone, touching myself to-

my eyes widened and i shut the book, setting it slowly and quietly on the desk, exactly into its original place. good god, who the fuck was xavier writing a-list fanfiction about?

i bit my bottom lip, shaking my head as i glanced back down at the sketchbook. no, i couldn’t keep reading it. as much as i loathed him, this was personal. i would be drastically upset if someone read information of mine so private. it was like my hand was unconsciously gravitating towards the book anyway.

“i’m such an asshole.” i muttered to myself, opening the pages again, and back to where i left off.

her dominant words, her demands for me to fuck her in such an intimate, yet so dirty way that it was almost unimaginable. my body on top of her own, her arms wrapped around my drenched skin as i pushed myself inside of her warm, tight walls, walls that held me inside and possessed me as her own. [y/n]-

“oh, fucking hell..” i whispered with shock, now slamming the book shut and setting it back in place immediately after reading my name in the following sentence.

it was partially horrifying, but also oddly compelling that xavier thorpe, the same person who would probably stomp on my grave, was writing detailed scenarios of us fucking in his spare time. genuinely, i couldn’t wrap my head around it, but i didn’t have much time to regardless, as i noticed on his alarm clock that it was reaching close to midnight, and the r’aven would be over soon.

i turn the lamp off, the room shading itself into darkness immediately, as i walk to the door. my hand reaches to open it, and it instead comes towards me as xavier walks in. my eyes widen in fear, and i freeze up, the key in my hand as xavier flips the lights on, and stares at me, shocked and more confused than anything.

“you.. you took my spare key?” he asked, shutting the door and leaning against it, crossing his arms.

i shake my head, handing it back to him. “no, i found it on the floor.”

“so, you came to my room, rather than give it to me when you found it.” he said, following my explanation. “trying to rob me of everything i’ve got?” he gestures to his closet. “about the most expensive thing i’ve got is a pair of nikes, so have at it.”

i roll my eyes, my face a heated pink, so much so that i could feel it burning on my cheeks. “no, that wasn’t the plan. more curiosity than anything. truthfully, i just wanted to snoop around.”

it seemed the idea of his sketchbook didn’t even cross his mind. “oh? to find what?”

“well, i found some written porn.” i say quite boldly, looking up at him. “on someone very unexpected, actually.”

i watched his expression drop, and he shook his head in what seemed to be more disbelief than anything. it quickly shaped itself into anger, and some embarrassment. “you read my fucking journal?”

“i didn’t mean to.” i cut him off before he could speak any further. “it’s not like i wanted to voluntarily read that.”

“f-fuck..!” he yells, covering his face in embarrassment, the key slipping out of his palm and onto the wooden floor. “oh, god, you’ve got to leave, [y/n]. please leave.”

“will do.” i sigh, awkwardly nodding, and noticing his shaken up stance. “but you are sort of blocking my exit.”

he moves out of the way as i speak, probably the fastest i’ve seen him move in his life. i walk towards the door, reaching to open it, before i stop. i glance up at him.

“can i ask you what provoked such writing about myself before i go? does my hateful nature turn you on? i didn’t mean it to be that way.”

he shook his head, sighing. he looked up, unable to meet our eyes. he bit the inside of his cheek as he thought. “no, i.. i..” he sighed heavily. “you’re unattainable. someone i can’t ever imagine doing such things with for so many different reasons.”

“well, you clearly can’t get with wednesday either but i didn’t see pages of sexual encounters written about her.”

he steps back, shaking his head once again at my comment. “you’re completely different people, [y/n]. it’s not the same.”

“what’s so different?” i ask, now a bit intrigued by the conversation. i lean against the doorframe. “i’m genuinely curious.”

he finally looked at me, his mouth hung open as he stared at me for a moment. “the difference is you’re the only person i’ve ever wanted to fuck but deeply despise at the same time. it confuses me, and i.. i know it’s so weird, but writing about it was the only way i could… uh, process it, i guess.”

oh, god. his words pierced my core. not in the violent, gorish way i’d prefer them to, but rather a more sexual fashion that created a massive disruption in me. the forming wetness between my legs unsettled me.

“you’re right, it’s time for me to go.” i nod, opening the door as i spoke. “goodnight.”

i walk down the hallway, staring at the floor the entire time until i get to my dorm. i could hear him hesitate before shutting his door after he registered the conversation was over.

i shut the door behind me, quickly taking off my dress and setting it on my desk before getting into my bed, bare aside from my underwear, which i was starting to slide off hastily and dropped to the floor. he wouldn’t know of this. he wouldn’t know i wanted it, too, as strange as that seemed to me. it was something i needed to now keep to myself, just as he did previously. this was it, no more than this. one time touching myself to that asshole. one time.

the sensation was so fresh, so hard to grasp that i felt a sense of euphoria wash over my heated body as i closed my eyes, running my fingers down my stomach and to the slit between my legs, sinking myself into the imaginative state i was in as i ran scenarios through my head, consisting of the most unexpected person they could withhold.

one time. i thought again. one time.

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as expected, xavier and i's feud was drastically dialed down after that night. the classes we did have together that we used to bicker in were now silent, which was a weird feeling, but not as weird as what happened last weekend. i tried to black it all out of my head, and i was correct about touching myself to xavier thorpe being a one time affair. at least i held myself accountable for my singular mistake, and didn't make it some sort of off-putting habit.

xavier, on the other hand, seems clearly disturbed by our now lessening exchange of words, even if it was a simple insult shot across biology being absent. i could visibly see it on his face when i walked into the room, his eyes darting down to his textbook, and his lips pursed together in what i would assume to still be fresh embarrassment. i felt bad for him in more ways than one, i would admit. it was his personal thoughts, and i did invade them, but also cut off any further explanation he was going to give me that night.

cutting me out of those overbearing thoughts was the bell for last period, the students at my table scrambling their books into their hands as they rushed out of english. i sighed, slowly standing up and beginning to pack my bookbag. i didn't have any classes for the rest of the day, so it was time for me to head back to my dorm and start working on the paper we just discussed for the past hour and a half that i blacked out of.

"can we talk?" i hear faintly from the side of my desk. i look up to lock eyes with xavier, and my face immediately reddens. i press my lips together and breath lightly out of my nose as i think of how to even respond to his sudden question and frankly, startling presence.

"i don't think you're a creep, if that's what you're wanting to talk to me about." i say honestly, slinging my backpack across my shoulder. "i do think this obviously has created much tension between the two of us that will probably never fade out because of how substantial the situation is, but i think it's for the best, regardless. the semester is almost over an-"

xavier sighs and shakes his head. "no, not that - i mean, i, i agree with that, but i just wanted to explain myself. i don't want the last conversation we ever have to be what we had last weekend."

"understandable." i return. "so, uhm, you can come to my dorm if you'd prefer? this doesn't seem like something appropriate to discuss in the commons. but try to walk a few feet behind me so no one sees us together. bad for our image of hate towards one another."

he sounded relieved that i agreed to talk to him, and let out a small chuckle at my demand. he follows me to my room, with distance as directed, and comes in shortly after i do. i set my room key on my desk before gesturing for him to sit on my bed, and i sit against the headboard, facing him while he awkwardly positioned himself at the end of the mattress.

he cleared his throat, resting his nervous hands on his thighs as he looked at the ground. "i just wanted to apologize. i know that made you uncomfortable, and believe me, it made me pretty uncomfortable writing what i did, but at the same time, it's just how i get my words out. i.. i am really sorry if i violated you in a way. i didn't mean for you to ever see that, and i obviously didn't show it to anyone else. i burned it all last weekend so that it's gone and no one will ever see it but me and you."

i blink in surprise at how adamant he was about getting rid of the evidence he probably spent a lot of time writing. i nod, leaning down as i sink into my propped up pillows. "it's okay, i don't feel that you did that to make me feel weird. you obviously never expected me to see it, and i'm sorry for violating your privacy in the first place. i appreciate you getting rid of it."

he gave me a soft, but still uncomfortable smile. "so.. so we're good?"

"sure." i shrug, sitting up as i felt the conversation beginning to wrap up. "back to mortal enemies? or would you prefer strangers?"

he looked caught off guard by my question, his eyebrow raising at my words. "is there an option that combines the two of them in some way?"

"eh." i cross my legs and lean forward as i speak. "perhaps."

i hear the rain begin to beat against my bedroom window, the sky diming to accompany the sudden thunderstorm, then look to xavier in response. "you better go if you want to make it back to your dorm without getting drenched."

"yeah, you're right." he nods, clearing his throat uncomfortably before standing up. he looks to me, watching as i stand up in return. "well, i'm glad everything is okay."

i nod silently, the two of us staring at each other, unable to process a proper way to say goodbye. i mean, how could we with the conversation we just had?

"uh, me too." i cross my arms and shake my head out of the eye contact, looking up to him. "i'll see you tomorrow in biology?"

"yeah." he nods, turning towards the door to walk himself out.

"oh, here." i walk in front of him to grab my key. "i need to unlock the-"

"can i kiss you [y/n]?"

my cheeks redden and i set the key down, turning to face him. i blink in disbelief. "kiss me?"

"i'm sorry, that was a heat of the moment thing, i didn't mean to make this weird ag-"

"no, it's fine." i walk towards him as i cut his stammering words off, leaning up to take his head into my hands and pull him down to my height, pressing his warm lips against my own. he hastily wrapped his arms around my waist, our bodies gravitating to my bed as i push my weight onto his thin, light build, climbing on top of him and moaning lightly into his mouth as i ran my fingers through his long strands of straight hair.

while there was no rush to this sudden circumstance, we were kissing like we were on a time crunch, hands running down each other's clothed bodies and very quickly taking them off. xavier begins to unbutton my school shirt, the nude colored bra that laid behind it exposed to his eyes, which were visibly glued to my chest as he undressed me. i unbuckled his belt in the process, looking down at him while he moved his head closer to my chest, trailing kisses down my heated flesh and lightly brushing my bra out of the way for a moment as his lips kissed my nipple, tongue circling the stimulated bud which only earned a moan from my lips, xavier's body twitching against my own while my pleasure transferred into his own.

i reach down between us to slide my hand into his pants, a bit slowly to make sure he was okay with it, which he very quickly signaled by lightly bucking his hips towards me in return. my hand was met with his erection, straining in his khakis as i jerked it off, moans escaping from his pink lips and vibrating onto my chest which was starting to cover in light hickies and salvia.

he breaks himself away, forcing my body onto the mattress and my hand out of his pants, his own build getting off of me and onto the floor, his knees against the hardwood while he pulled down my skirt, and my underwear, my face dark red as i was nearly naked before him, nothing but my lopsided bra and half buttoned shirt.

"you don't understand how long i've wanted to taste you." he says through a low, seductive yet needy tone of voice. "i've wanted you in my mouth for what feels like ages." he leans down, taking both my thighs into his hands and pulling my bottom up and towards the end of the bed to reach him.

i was speechless, sitting up and staring down at xavier while he began to trail wet kisses into my inner thighs, his mouth soon reaching my pussy and beginning to lick the outside with great tease. i gasped at just his most gentle touch, one hand holding my body propped up as the other reached down to cup the side of his left cheek. he looked up at me, watching as i gave him a small nod to go further.

his tongue attacked my clit, sucking on the bud and my wet skin while one of his hands snaked between my thighs, gently pushing two fingers into my slit, stimulating my body through more ways than i imagined he would so soon. i moaned, closing my eyes and immersing myself into the moment, finding it still hard to believe that his head was between my thighs now when i would've laughed at the thought of this a few days ago.

watching xavier eat me out was so attractive, i almost couldn't comprehend what him fucking me would feel like. he knew what he was doing, holding our eyes as he pushed his fingers inside me, his touch sucking against my clit and twirling around in circles to tease me further, sparks sending themselves to my hot core. it felt never-ending, in a good way, of course, the way he was able to make me feel. the way he made me want him after all this time hating each other was insane. it was rather impressive more than anything.

i leaned forward, watching him pull his lips away from my middle and to my lips, the taste of my own pleasure now against my mouth, his tongue pushing forward and clashing against my own. with his fingers still in me, he adjusted our position, now on his knees in the bed and hovering a bit above me, watching as my mouth hung open at his touch, the feeling of another finger slipping into my tight walls. i could feel myself wrapping around him, which he visibly took note of, as the expression on his face shaped into a smirk, almost like he was proud of himself for the way i reacted to his strengthening touch.

"i've got to stretch you out if you want me to be inside you." he remarks, leaning down to kiss me between the sinful noises that left my lips. "you want me to fuck you like i hate you?"

"shouldn't be a hard thing to do." i grin, pecking his lips, gasping as he curls his fingers inside me at my response.

xavier pulled his wet fingers out, slapping them against pussy as i arch my body in response to the intense touch, my eyes widening as i look at him in surprise. he could only chuckle, standing up and taking his pants and boxers off, his hard length pointing itself towards me as he steps closer again, knees on the mattress and cock aligned with me. he wasn't lying - he was quite long, as i could have imagined by his height and lanky build, but he was thick, too. he was much more than i imagined he was, but i wasn't complaining.

he leaned closer, helping adjust my body to where my feet were now resting on his bare shoulders, spread wide as he pushed inside me, my eyes shutting and mouth opening at the feeling of him slowly pushing inside my body. good god, he hurt, but at the same time, he felt so fucking good.

he held me by my ankles, his hair moving with his rhythm as he kept a slow, intimate pace, watching as my breasts moved with his thrusts, briefly, until he pulled out. i blinked, confused. "is everything okay?"

"you want me to fuck you like i hate you, right, [y/n]?" he asks flatly, his hand running down his cock, before nudging me to flip over.

my cheeks redden and i shake my head. "i would think you'd want to see my expression when doing so."

"who said i wasn't?" he grinned, grabbing me by the hips and tossing me over, pressing his hand on my stomach to arch back before pushing himself back inside.

i gasped, unable to react as he grabbed my face, guiding it towards him and leaning down to where we were able to meet eyes, my hair fallen in front of my face, which he adjusted to fit behind my ears. i could see it in his eyes that he wanted to watch my expression in every way while he pumped his cock inside me, stroke after stroke causing me to moan, my vision clouding with the harder he held my face, the harder he fucked me and made my legs nearly melt at his rough touch.

"you're so fucking beautiful," he coos, placing a rough, wet kiss against my lips. "so fucking beautiful when you take me inside you, i can feel you tightening against me, [y/n]. i didn't think you'd want me around you much longer, but look at you."

"shut the fuck up." i say through pitiful moans, my hands holding the bedsheets as he talked. "you're not always going to have the upper hand."

he scoffed, picking up his pace, pecking my cheek before leaning up, his hand moving to hold the back of my neck while his thrusts only grew strong from his new position.

"says the girl who's letting me fuck her from behind with her ass propped up for my bare cock." he smirked as he heard me groan in annoyance. "you can tell me you like it, no shame in it."

i roll my eyes, now trying to hold my tongue. i figured this wasn't the time or place to cuss out the same person who was actively pounding me with his cock. "just shut up, xavier."

he leaned down to kiss my cheek quickly, his lips leveling to my ear. "i think you know me well enough to know i'm not going to."

he lifted himself back up, holding my ass as he guided me back and forth, the sounds of our wet skin slapping together while i enveloped his cock inside me, the stimulation far too great to not earn us both a very quickly approaching orgasm.

i felt him moan lightly from behind me, our voices, and bodies, and noises, sync together while the room seemed to grow hotter and far too much for either of us to handle, until we both finished, xavier staying in me for a moment before slowly pulling out, his cum leaking lightly between my shaking, red legs as i laid down on my back.

he laid down aside me, reaching over to undo my top completely and help guide my bra off, leaving the two of us now completely naked, lathered in our own, and each other's, sweat. i felt him wrap his arms around me and i rolled my eyes, lightly trying to nudge him off me.

"you're sweaty." i say, watching him laugh at my remark. "what's so funny?"

he stopped me from my squirming, taking my hand into his own and wrapping his arm around my waist. "you'll never be quiet, will you, [y/n]?"

i shake my head, my expression lightening as i look up to him. "i'm not the one who was begging to taste the other. remind me who was on their knees earlier?"

"i hate you." he playfully nudges me, pulling me closer. he sighed, and look up at the wood ceiling, his tone dialing down as he pursed his lips together.

"you know, you physically feel good, but this felt good, too." he gestures to the two of us, which i only blushed in response at.

"xavier thorpe, are you admitting you've peaked an interest in me?" i tease, squeezing his hand in response.

he rolled his eyes, shrugging softly. "maybe so, but no worries, i'll still follow a few feet behind you in the hallway."

"look at you, already listening. guess i really do have the upper hand in this, don't i?" i sit up, watching as he followed my actions. i reach over to hold him by his face, kissing him once again.

he chuckled, holding me by the back of my head as he returned the kiss. he raised his eyebrow, a bit of reflection on his face from what just happened. “why the sudden change of heart towards me?”

“i don’t know.” i shrug, looking from his lips to his eyes. “i guess we’ll have to see how this unfolds over time.”

“i guess so.” he grinned, kissing me once again. “no worries, ill still make sure to embarrass you in some way on monday in biology.”

“you wouldn’t dare.” i smirk, lightly nudging him onto his back as i climb on top of him. “good luck, xavier thorpe.” i begin to trail kisses down his neck, his arms once again wrapping around my waist.

“words of good luck from the enemy? today’s full of surprises.” he teases before sliding his hand between us.

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𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 (𝐄.𝐌.)

summary: after everything you did last week, eddie was convinced that you learned your lesson. but, you still refuse to say any bad words. he thinks you're in need of a refresher. [5.8k words]

warnings: smut [18+ minors dni or i will take ur phone],oral (f receiving), hand job, dirty talk, teasing, penetrative sex, cum eating, dom!reader if you squint really hard

pairing: eddie munson x female!best friend!reader

a/n: oh. my gosh. after almost 30 days of not posting because tumblr sh*dowbanned me, I have returned with a second part to say it! i'm super excited to be back and thank you for all the love and support on the first part! also!! read more glitches out my fics! i’ll try and fix what i see but if i miss something, i apologize in advance!

“Stop!” Dustin yelled abruptly, ceasing the frantic bickering.

“Eddie,” He ran a stressful finger through his curls then looked at the Dungeon Master sitting on his throne, “Can we please have a break?”

“We’re getting absolutely demolished here,” Gareth added, causing the rest of the Hellfire members to nod in agreement.

“Fine,” Eddie caved.

“Your asses better be back in these seats in 15 minutes because Rogue Leonardo waits for nobody.” He leaned forward with emphasis.

With that, the younger members of Hellfire fled the drama room. You could see streaks of lightning following Erica, Lucas, Mike, and Dustin as they dashed straight for the vending machines.

Things were absolutely chaotic.

Erica and Lucas had tried biting each other’s heads off at least 3 times. Jeff had shaved the eraser on his pencil down to the wood because he was so stressed out.

You could’ve sworn locks of Gareth’s hair littered the floor because he’d been pulling at it for hours.

It was safe to say that this is a really tough campaign.

“Eddie, what the hell were you thinking? Half of our Mages will be dead by the time we’re finished today!” Jeff chastised, staring with wide eyes.

“Are you questioning my creative decisions as Dungeon Master?” Eddie asked, clearly challenging his friend.

Oh, he’s definitely in a mood. You thought, observing the impending situation.

It was like watching a car wreck, listening to Jeff try (and fail) at recovering.

He choked out a response, “N-No! It’s just-”

The kids came bustling into the room, distracting everyone from the brewing argument, "Hey." Lucas greeted, before opening a packet of Kit Kats.

Each person held a different snack from the various vending machines scattered throughout the school. Someone must have swiped the keys to open the machines because there is no way in hell they returned so fast with that many treats.

Lucas held chocolate, Erica and Mike had chips, and Dustin cradled various drinks.

You perked up at the sight of M&M's in Lucas' left hand, “Lucas, can I have the M&M’s?” You asked politely from your seat next to Eddie.

“Sure,” He replied from halfway across the room.

It’s safe to assume that your hand-eye coordination was not up to par. Any sport or physical activity elicited flashbacks to gym class.

During freshman year, you and Eddie spent most of the period running away from the athletic students trying to get both of you to participate.

So, when Lucas hurdled the packet of M&M’s straight towards your face, you weren’t prepared.

The king-sized bag of chocolate came speeding toward you at 300 miles per hour.

Looking up from your notebook that had all of the strategies of this semester’s campaign, you felt the impact on your left eye.

“Motherlover! Lucas?” You start, bringing a hand to your face, “Why on earth would you throw it!?”

“I didn't think you were going to get up!” He exclaimed, “I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

Everyone else in the room found the interaction to be quite funny.

To you, it happened in slow motion. But to them, they saw everything unfold and it was hilarious.

You glanced around with the only eye in use, frustrated that they found humor in your demise.

Then again, it’s not like you hadn’t laughed when Dustin fell face-first off his chair rejoicing one of Erica’s crit hits.

Your eyes– Well, eye landed on Eddie and your frustration morphed into confusion.

You expected him to be the main one cackling, but he wasn't. In fact, not an inch of humor clouded his face. Eddie looked slightly pissed.

This was the same look that always kidnapped his typically upbeat and smiling face whenever one of the members of Hellfire (usually Erica) outsmarted one of his traps.

It consisted of dead eyes, inclined eyebrows, and the slight upturn of his lip.

Realization hit you like a semi-truck on the freeway.

You said the one word Eddie tried so hard to permanently remove from your vocabulary. Motherlover.

Nervousness overtook your body and you needed to leave the room to catch your breath, if only for a few seconds. Being under Eddie’s intense stare always seemed to stir something in you.

“Eddie,” You gulped, “How many more minutes of intermission do we have left?” It was a risky move talking to him.

“10 minutes until we reconvene.” He replied, casually.

Too casually.

Still clutching your left eye, you rose from your seat before heading towards the door.

“Y/N, come on. We could be discussing strategies right now. Is this really necessary?” Mike said, dropping the bag of Doritos from his hand.

“Maybe if Lucas wasn’t such an NBA star, my eye wouldn’t be pulsing out of its socket!” You countered.

You peered at Lucas and saw him being swallowed by his seat, refusing to make eye contact with anyone else in the room. He clearly felt bad.

You made a mental note to assure him that you were fine.

But that was later. Right now, the only task at hand was fleeing this all-of-a-sudden claustrophobic room.

After clearing the doorway, you wasted no time finding the nearest bathroom outside of the corridor.

Glancing in the mirror, you examined your left eye. Other than a bit of throbbing and a run-of-the-mill case of embarrassment, everything seemed to be fine.

If you disregarded the fact that your heart was nearly about to beat out of your chest.

Despite everything that happened with you and Eddie a week ago, things went right back to normal. Neither of you had mentioned the sinful activities that took place in his trailer.

From the look on his face back in the drama room, you could tell he was thinking about it. Thinking about-

A voice pierced through the silence, tearing you from your thoughts, "You okay over there, Princess?"

Eddie Munson was standing in the threshold of the women's bathroom. He had shed his signature leather + denim jacket combo and was leaning against the door, looking as calm as ever.

"Christ," You clutched your chest, visibly startled by his abrupt appearance, "Eddie, you can't be in here."

"One," Eddie held up his pointer finger that brandished his infamous skull ring, "It's a Friday night. Pretty sure no one else is here."

You couldn't tear your eyes away from his fingers, instantly recalling how they were plunged inside of you only a week ago.

Why must he talk with his hands?

"Two," He continued, "When have you ever known me to follow the rules?" Eddie took a few steps forward, officially entering the bathroom.

"And three: I'm just checking on my best friend." He finished, sounding so innocent (if that was even possible).

"I just needed a second." You explained, shrugging.

Eddie didn't respond. Instead, he came up to you and ran his eyes up and down your face, checking for any signs of bruising.

"If the basketball team was as good on the court as Lucas is with M&M's, they'd win more games.” Eddie joked.

You chuckled in response, "Most definitely."

A comfortable silence clouded the seconds that passed since the last time either of you spoke.

"We should get back."

You began to move around Eddie but in one swift motion, he grabbed you by the belt loop of your jeans and pulled you into him. His hands rested gently on your hips.

"Now that we're here," Eddie slipped something into your hand, "I guess I can return these."

Gazing down at your palm, staring back at you were the panties that Eddie had so kindly pocketed (stolen).

You snapped your fingers shut around them.

"Seriously, Sweetheart?"

A smirk adorned his face, "Again with the motherlover?"

Eddie's voice dropped an octave when he whispered, "Did you not learn your lesson?"

Cool. Calm. Collected. I can stay cool, calm, and collected. You repeated it like a mantra, forcing yourself to believe it.

"No. It's just... the word has been in my vocabulary ever since Freshman year. It's gonna take a little bit for it to filter out."

Miraculously, you didn't stutter or falter once.

Regardless, Eddie was able to see right through the act and tutted, "Y/N.... always so stubborn. I’ve cracked you before, I can do it again."

Feeling his breath ghost your neck had every bone & nerve inside of your body screaming to let him take you right here in this bathroom that probably hasn’t been cleaned in who knows how long.

Before either of you could act on those impulses, a voice cut through the tension, "Eddie?! Is Y/N okay?"

Lucas.

Curse that boy for being such a gentleman. His timing couldn't have been worse.

"Just peachy," Eddie responded to the freshman, a grin on his face as he deciphered the look in your eyes that was clearly longing for him.

"C'mon," He began to back away, "Our fifteen minutes are almost up."

And with that, he walked out of the grimy bathroom. You watched as his hair bounced with each step he took.

If it was hell to pretend like you didn't have any sort of feelings for him before... Imagine what it was going to be like this time.

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"Okay!" You restacked the notecards on your desk, "I think we're finally ready to ace O'Donnell's test tomorrow. What do you think?"

Eddie was currently sprawled out on your bed alongside countless textbooks, notecards, and loose pieces of paper.

He rubbed his temple, "I think not even the promise of a new miniature could get me to think straight right now."

Eddie was tired and groggy.

He arrived at your house early this Sunday morning anticipating a pretty chill study session. Instead, he was hit with the "Intense Y/L/N Study Regimen" and was forced to memorize countless words and phrases. He had arrived when the sun was just barely peeking through the clouds and now, it was pitch black outside.

Everything seemed fine and dandy between the two of you. It'd been 2 days since the interaction in the women's bathroom during Hellfire. 2 days was more than enough time to allow things to settle. Right?

You sighed, "My hands are numb."

Even though studying until the color drained from Eddie's face was your idea, it still took a toll on you. Towards the end of the session, you began stuttering over your words as you read off terms for a comatose Eddie to memorize.

After standing up and stretching, you headed towards your bedroom door, "I think I'm going to get some water. Do you want-"

"I can't stop thinking about you, Y/N."

His words stopped you dead in your tracks.

One thing you learned about Eddie over the years is how he acted when he was tired. Depending on the day, he could be extremely clingy: always having a hand on your arm or around your shoulder. Sometimes, he'd rub his eyes furiously and you'd be forced to pry his palms away from his face.

But no matter what, the ability to control what left his mouth was nowhere in sight. He said any and every thought that came to mind when he was tired.

And today? Eddie was exhausted.

You wanted to tell him to stop before he admitted something he'd regret but, you just couldn't get yourself to say the words.

"I mean, I can't stop thinking about what we did." He propped himself into a seated position.

We can be mature. We can talk about this. You thought. After all, what's the point of being so-called "best friends" if you can't communicate?

"Eddie-" You started but he began to speak over you. He was making a habit out of interrupting you mid-sentence and it was starting to get annoying.

"I'm still not convinced that you've learned your lesson."

The last time he said that his breath was tickling your neck, and his voice was barely above a whisper.

You forced yourself to roll your eyes, and faked a tone of betrayal, "Of course, I learned my lesson!"

Eddie shook his head feverishly, his hair flying every which way, "See, that's where you're wrong."

He rose from your bed and began striding over towards where you stood. You could hear the siren labeled, 'Eddie Is About To Do Something' go off inside your head.

It was the way he carried himself that gave it away. The barely visible smirk on his face, the way he spoke, the words he chose... everything.

He continued, "I know you think I hardly listen to you, Y/N but, I heard you on Friday."

His fingers danced up the side of your arm, "Your signature catchphrase made an appearance.”

"Were my fingers not enough?"

There he goes again, saying things that made a wet spot form in your underwear. Everything about Eddie had your knees weak and nerves screaming.

You sucked in a breath, trying very hard not to let your confident stance fumble, "I just... need more time for things to stick."

As of recently, he just loved to see you flustered. Stumbling over your words, avoiding eye contact— that sort of thing. Eddie found his opening.

"So what I'm hearing is, you need a little refresher?"

Ding. Ding. Ding. He hit the jackpot. He saw the way the muscles in your jaw contracted, telling him everything he needed to know. You were turned on.

"C'mon, you're not thinking straight, Eds. Let me grab you some cold water from the fridge and you'll start to wake up a bit, 'kay?" You countered.

"I think getting to taste your pussy would wake me right up. What do you think?"

His brown eyes stared deep into yours. Their doe-like appearance made him look so innocent. If only people knew what sinful thoughts churned behind them half of the time.

Immediately, your attempt at being unphased crumbled, "Are you serious?"

"As a heart attack." He deadpanned.

Eddie then closed the gap between the two of you and planted a soft kiss on your lips. You melted into it, signaling that you had stopped fighting what was bound to happen.

"O-okay." You conceded, "But my parents will be home soon."

Eddie shrugged, "That's okay, Princess. All I need is a few minutes."

This time, Eddie kissed your neck and began slowly backing you up against your bedroom door as he found a spot to focus on behind your ear.

Instinctively, your hands found Eddie's strong back. You pulled on the fabric of his Iron Maiden t-shirt as you craned your neck to the side.

Eddie gave a few more quick pecks before sliding down onto his knees.

God. I’m about to pass out. You wanted to scream. Instead, a breathy moan escaped your lips, "Eddie,"

He spoke, gazing up at you, "I'm gonna take such good care of you, darling."

Eddie unzipped your jeans while you braced yourself against the door of your bedroom. You clutched the handle for extra support.

Once your jeans were fully unbuttoned, Eddie began to slowly rub your clit through your underwear.

It was slightly embarrassing at how wet you are considering he's barely even touched you.

He continued to draw slow and steady circles on your clit before speaking, "You like that, Princess?"

"Mhm," You nodded frantically.

You were so swept up in the euphoria that you almost didn't hear the familiar sound of your garage door open. If there was ever a time to swear, right now offered the perfect opportunity.

All the air was sucked out of the room in an instant. Your eyes snapped shut with annoyance as Eddie stopped teasing your clit and gazed up at you.

He saw you fighting the urge to pound your head against your door in frustration.

You really didn't want this to end.

“They’re home.” Deliberating silently for a moment, you continued, "We can be quiet."

Eddie's hand began to move inside of your jeans. You smiled solemnly, happy that he obliged you.

It wasn't until you felt your zipper being tugged upward that you opened your eyes. Eddie had risen from his knees and was standing in front of you, fixing your pants.

"I think you've got it backward, Sweetheart," He started, "I want you screaming."

"Can't do that when your parents are home, now can we?"

You watched, mouth agape as Eddie slowly retrieved the hefty rings that were shoved inside of his pocket and put them back on.

"Excuse me," He gestured to the door, "I should go say hi."

Regardless of how separated your mind was from your body, you still moved a few steps to the left to allow Eddie to leave the room.

He flashed you an arrogant smile before rounding a corner to head down the stairs. You heard his heavy boots come in contact with each step before reaching the bottom of the staircase.

"Oh, Eddie! I’m glad we caught you before you left." You could make out every word your mother said, even from all the way upstairs.

"Y/N!" Your father called, "Come down here and help us with these groceries, please!" His booming voice tore you from your trance.

As much as you wanted to be furious with Eddie, he was right. Sounds had the tendency to carry inside of your house. And if he was planning on doing half of the things he did last week, there's no way you would've been able to keep quiet.

That would've been baaaaaaad.

Trotting down the stairs, you entered the kitchen to see Eddie carrying the heaviest grocery bag. His face was scrunched in hopes of not letting it show that he was struggling, wanting to impress your Dad.

You smiled at the sight.

"Here," You approached him and gripped the handle. Your hand grazed Eddie's knuckles slightly, feeling the frigidness of his rings.

The both of you heaved the 40-pound bag onto the countertop.

"Now Eddie," Your father opened the fridge and placed a milk carton inside, "I'd hate to put you to work after Y/N kicked your ass up there."

Your Mom chimed in, "How was studying?"

Oh yeah, it was great! Just Eddie almost fingering me while I was pressed up against my door. Ya know, same old same old! You joked inside of your head.

Your Mom stared at you with a furrowed brow, awaiting an audible response.

Eddie spoke instead, "It was good but, my brain is temporarily out of order." He chuckled.

He peered over his shoulder to look at you, shielding his dubious smirk from prying eyes, "Don't worry. I'll get her back soon enough."

Your eyes widened to the size of basketballs. There is no way he just- In front of my parents?

It would’ve been so easy to take the bag you just placed on the counter and hurl it at his head. You doubt that he'd be that injured from the impact.

Attempted murder was life in prison possibility of parole? You could live with those odds.

Instead of taking the homicidal route, you opted for a tight lip smile, "Oh, I'm sure you will."

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A piece of paper was stuffed into your locker this morning behind your various textbooks. It was a miracle that you even spotted it. It read, My trailer. Tonight at 8.

If the word "trailer" wasn't a dead giveaway as to who wrote it, the penmanship was.

It was pretentious. You knew it, Eddie knew it too. Yet, here you were, perched on his doorstep at exactly 8:00 PM. You forced yourself to enter Eddie's trailer. Twisting the handle and pushing forward, you found that it'd been unlocked for you.

You wandered in slowly. This was the first time you'd been back here since everything happened last week.

It felt the same exact way it had for the past few years you'd been frequenting it. A smile tugged on your lips as a warm feeling of comfort entered your stomach, calming down your nerves.

The door to Eddie's room was wide open. From where you stood on the opposite side of the hallway, you could see him sitting up in his bed, guitar in hand. The amplifier was nowhere in sight, which left you to assume that he'd just been lightly strumming until you arrived.

Your feet shuffled on the carpet as you approached his room. You were standing clear as day in the doorway, but Eddie’s eyes were still fixated on his guitar. He either hadn’t noticed you yet or refused to acknowledge your presence.

Your knuckles knocked on his door, “Hey.”

Finally, his eyes teared away from his instrument and landed on you. Without a word, he hung his guitar back on the wall where it normally resides and started towards you.

Eddie stopped just inches away from your face. Then, he reached into his pocket, pulled out his guitar pick, and placed it on the desk to your left.

“Just needed to put this back.” He shrugged, oh-so-casually before he turned around and plopped down on his bed.

It’s kind of funny. How everything that’s been happening over these past few weeks came to a head in just one moment. What Eddie just did was nothing compared to the other day at your house.

But you were tired, and because Eddie had been teasing you for days… you were beyond horny.

“Gosh,” You sighed, then began pacing the room.

Eddie’s eyebrows furrowed with concern, but his interest was piqued, “What are you doing?"

"Thinking."

"Well," He stood and began to guide you towards his bed, "Sit down. You’re freaking me out."

You swatted his hand away, "No!"

"Ouch." He retracted, rubbing his knuckle, "We're supposed to save the violence for Dungeons and Dragons, Y/N." Eddie chastised.

“You…” A beat passed before you added, “Asshole.”

The look that overtook Eddie’s face was pure shock. You would’ve been able to enjoy it if you weren’t so riled up, “You are the biggest shithead I’ve ever met, do you know that?”

“My, my,” He shook his head disapprovingly, “Y/N Y/L/N saying a bad word unprovoked?”

If you weren’t fuming before, you were definitely fuming now, “U-Unprovoked? Are you kidding me? You think that all this is happening right now because I was unprovoked?”

“First, you rile me up in the bathroom at school! Then, you are seconds away from giving me what I want at my house, and you stop just because my parents came home? I thought the prospect of breaking rules excited you, Eddie!”

“And now, you pull this shit here at your trailer and flop on your bed… the same bed that you humped like a dog while your head was between my thighs?”

After letting all of that out, a sense of calm entered your body. You took a deep breath before continuing, “Eddie… I have been turned on for days. I can hardly sit still during Hellfire anymore. It’s torture.”

Eddie spoke, “I didn’t know I had you this riled up, Princess. You could have told me.”

He beckoned you over to him with a wave of his hand, and you approached him, entranced. You felt as his fingers danced along the waistband of your jeans, “I’ll give you what you want, Y/N. Just use your words.”

Finally.

“I want you inside of me, Eddie.” You whispered.

“Hmm,” He smirked, before unzipping your pants. In one fluid motion, Eddie flipped you over so that you were now laying underneath him. It almost knocked the wind out of you.

As you breathed deeply, trying to catch your breath, Eddie began stripping you of your pants.

Smirking, you tried to make it harder for him by squeezing your things together but he pried them open with little to no effort, “Gonna have to try harder than that, Sweetheart.”

Your pants were on the floor, and your underwear was next. You could see the way Eddie stared at them, probably contemplating if he was going to steal this pair too.

The prospect of getting to touch you outweighed his kleptomaniac tendencies and he threw your panties on the ground right next to your jeans.

Eddie took in the sight of you, “I can’t believe we’re here again, Princess.” He said before slowly licking a stripe up your dripping cunt.

A breathy moan escaped your lips, “Eddie, please.”

“Is this not what you wanted, Sweetheart?” His pointer finger began swirling at your clit gingerly, adding just enough pressure to get you excited, but not nearly enough as you wanted.

“You’re so beautiful like this, you know?” Eddie plunged his pointer finger inside of you, very slowly. He waited a few seconds before curling it at just the right angle, “Dripping on my sheets like the good girl you are.”

“Please, Eddie,” You begged, “I need more.”

“Awe, Sweetheart,” Your pussy felt empty as he retracted his finger. A lewd sound escaped your lips at the loss of contact, “Is one finger not enough?”

You gasped at the feeling of 2 of Eddie’s long, calloused fingers going inside of you, “Is that better?”

“Y-Yeah,” You exhaled.

His fingers fucked your aching pussy, pumping in and out of you with speed. His thumb applied pressure to your clit, scratching that itch that’s been pooling between your thighs for days.

Your back arched as his fingers curled inside of you. You bit your lip harshly to stop a whimper from escaping but, it was too late. Eddie heard it.

“Awe,” He teased, “You gonna come on my fingers for the second time this month? It’s alright, Y/N/N. You can do it.”

Eddie’s praise was it for you. Everything unraveled and the coil that pooled in your stomach snapped. You came undone on Eddie’s bed… again.

You felt his hair tickle the insides of your thighs as he lapped at your exposed pussy, cleaning up the mess you made. He avoided touching your clit with his tongue, not wanting you to orgasm again just yet.

Out of curiosity, you brought your fingers to Eddie’s hair and pulled. You waited a few seconds, hoping to feel the bed shake…. It didn’t. So, it’s a one-time thing. Got it.

His head emerged from between your thighs, a sly look atop Eddie’s face. You surveyed the situation: you were half naked on Eddie’s bed while he sat there, fully clothed and more than pleased with himself.

This isn’t fair. You declared before deciding to do something about it.

Your hand came to the tent in Eddie’s pants, “I wanna make you feel good, Eds.” You began, “Can I do that?” The palm that was over his crotch tightened, making him even harder (if that was possible).

Suddenly, all the words in the English language left Eddie's brain. His cognitive functions completely stopped working as he sputtered out a rushed reply, "Y-Yeah. Go ahead"

You smiled, feeling a rush of confidence before undoing the belt around his waist. Eddie wanted to help but he was frozen in place. His cock strained against his boxers as he watched you rid him of his pants, which were now on the floor right next to yours.

Your hand slithered its way into his boxers, “Shit,” Eddie gasped, feeling your warm hand come in contact with his aching cock.

“Lay back, Eddie,” You instructed, “I’m gonna make you feel so good, promise.”

You pushed his underwear down enough to where they sat just below his hips. It gave his dick more than enough to spring free. Your mouth watered at the sight of his tip, leaking with pre-cum.

Eddie lifted his head from where it lay on his bed to watch as you brought your lips to his tip, and spit on it. You then gripped his head gently and used your thumb to coat the head of his cock.

“Jesus,” He moaned.

Slowly, you began to stroke Eddie. Starting at the base of his cock, and coming up, then going back down, again and again. Lewd noises and swears escaped Eddie’s lips as he tried not to finish after only 2 seconds.

It was now your turn to tease him, “You like that? Hmm, like me stroking your cock?” You asked, condescendingly, “That feel good?”

Beads of sweat began to congregate on Eddie’s forehead, “Christ, Y/N. Y-Yeah, it does.”

You quickened your movement and watched as his face scrunched in pleasure. You couldn’t resist licking a stripe all the way up the side of Eddie’s veiny cock before pecking his tip.

Then, you went right back to stroking him feverishly. His hips began to hover as he bucked up into your palm. You used your other hand to push him back on the bed, forcing him to stay still, “I’m almost there.” He admitted.

Finally, hot spurts of cum escaped Eddie like a fountain, coating the hand that was still around him. A string of curse words left his mouth as he took deep breaths, “Shit, Y/N.” He chuckled, “Who taught you how to do that?”

“Doesn’t matter.” You shrugged.

Eddie looked at the mess he made on your hand, “Shit… I-I’m sorry,” He apologized, “Do you want me to get a towel?”

“Nope.”

It was now his turn to look at you, mouth agape as you brought your hand to your mouth and licked it clean, never breaking eye contact once.

When you were finished, you spoke, “Please, please,” You emphasized, “tell me you have a condom.”

“Uh… I should. B-But are you sure? I mean… you want to?” He asked, hurriedly.

“I’d rather it be me than your mattress, right?” You joked.

“Are you ever gonna let me live that down?”

“Eddie,” You sighed, impatiently, “Get the fucking condom!”

“R-Right.” Eddie skipped out of his underwear and went searching in miscellaneous drawers in his room.

I know I’ve got one of those things in here somewhere. He thought, rifling through his socks. The next drawer contained nearly 100 guitar picks. Still nothing.

“Shit, shit, shit!” He let the expletives fly off as frustration clouded his thoughts.

“Your pockets.” You suggested from his bed, “Check your pockets.”

Falling to the floor, Eddie searched the pockets of his black jeans like he was digging for gold, “Aha, yes!” He received the contraceptive from his pants and held it up so you could see, “I knew I had one of these things laying around here.”

“Okay,” Eddie cleared his throat and joined you on his bed. He slowly unwrapped the package and began rolling the latex on, “Lay down.” He instructed, and you listened, shimmying down his mattress.

“Are you sure, Y/N? ‘Cause I promise I won’t get mad if you change your mind.”

“I’m sure.” You nodded.

“Alright.”

Eddie carefully lined himself up with your entrance and inched in slowly before bottoming out. He didn’t move at first, giving you some time to adjust. But, when your grip on his shoulders became tighter, he started moving.

“God, you are so beautiful.” Eddie grunted, “And so fucking tight.”

Eddie used his hand to hike up your left leg, pushing deeper inside of you. In pure ecstasy, his face came down and nestled in your neck, kissing it. His hair was tickling your ear lobe.

The pace of his thrust picked up, causing you to moan an exasperated, “Eddie.”

“Scream my name, Princess.” He demanded in a deep gruffing voice.

“Eddie.” You moaned, only this time louder and needier, “Harder, please.”

He obliged your request, using as much force as possible to pound into you. Your fingers scraped down his back, gripping at his skin.

He hissed, “God, you take me so well.”

Eddie’s grip on your thigh tightened as his thrusts increased in speed. You could only hear the sound of Eddie’s rickety bed frame slamming against the wall harshly as he pounded into you.

Eddie’s signature guitar pick necklace dangled above your face, slapping your nose rhythmically each time his cock hit the perfect spot inside of you. But you didn’t even notice, caught up in the pleasure.

His previously slow and controlled thrusts started to get sporadic as he felt himself inching closer to finishing.

“Don’t get all quiet on me now, Baby.” He grunted in your ear.

You tried so hard to give a coherent response but all that passed your lips was a moan.

This riled up Eddie even more, “Fuck. I’m about to come.”

“M-Me too.” You choked out.

In a messy daze, Eddie’s lips came crashing down onto yours. It was chalked full of clashing teeth but you couldn’t care less.

Both you and Eddie came undone together. A mix of grunts, moans, and fucks accompanied the orgasms.

As his final form of torture, he pulled out of you very slowly. You practically felt as each inch of him left your pussy.

“Jesus Christ.” You sighed.

Eddie smiled, giving you a quick peck on the forehead before standing up and approaching his trash can to discard the condom.

When he turned back around, Eddie was met with the sight of your discarded parties on the floor. And he just couldn’t resist.

Eddie scooped them up in one fluid motion, clutching the garment tightly in his hand.

He thought you didn’t notice, but you did, “Hey!” You chastised.

“Whaaaaaat?” Eddie shrugged, “I gave back the last pair.” The bed dipped down as he returned, claiming his previous spot next to you.

“Whatever.” You scoffed playfully, nuzzling your head into his shoulder.

Eddie cleared his throat, “Are you— Was that okay?”

It’s been a long time since Eddie felt insecure when it came to sex. Most of his partners were people that he’d met at the Hideout and took to his trailer for a quick fuck.

But this was different. You meant more to him than any of the people he used to sleep with. He cared about you and he just needed reassurance that you were okay

“It was more than okay, Eds. Gosh,” You sighed, “I can’t remember the last time I came that hard.”

“Was it okay for you?” You followed up.

“Yeah!” Eddie was surprised by how fast he responded. Recovering, he cleared his throat, “Yes. I- I thoroughly enjoyed myself.”

“Good.” You chuckled, shaking your head at how all over the place he is.

After a few beats of silence, Eddie deadpanned, “I think Dustin knows about us.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “Really?”

It shouldn’t have come as a surprise. Dustin Henderson is single-handedly the most observant person either of you had ever met.

Still, you could help but ask, “Why do you say that?”

“Well,” Eddie began, “Although me coming to check on you in the bathroom was of my own fruition. Henderson was also adamant that I go find you as well.”

“I mean, Lucas was practically foaming at the mouth to see if you were okay after you left but, nope. Henderson wouldn’t let him.”

You tutted, “Welp, on the bright side, something good came out of it.”

“And what’s that?” Eddie asked, his interest peaked.

“We finally got together.” You smiled ear-to-ear.

“That,” Eddie nodded, “And I finally got that god awful word out of your vocabulary. Ugh.” He squirmed.

“You’re so dramatic.”

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stargirlstudio · 1 year

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Modern University AU — Aemond Targaryen x Reader

☆ Aemond Targaryen x Reader

☆ Nonspecified gender and no physical attributes mentioned

You first met Aemond in your Politics in the Republic course

You were almost late and the only seat was next to him towards the back

He huffed, much to his annoyance of the person scooting behind him

No matter what class Aemond is, he will always try to be in the seat somewhat close to the exit

Aemond’s lecture notebooks are the fancy Japanese stationery notebooks. All in the same beige color. He only carries two pens

The Professor in the Republics course enjoyed cold calling on people, it wasn’t until the middle of the semester when Aemond would whisper the answer to you under his breath if you were stuck

The thing was…you were not stuck. You were not stupid. You just were not as quick as Aemond, which slowly sparked an academic rivalry

One day you showed up early to class, going over your highlighted course required books

The class filled in and Aemond thought you were absent, so he took his book bag off your seat — no need to reserve it. That was…until the professor had called on you and your answer was lightning fast

You did not sit next to him for the remainder of the year. You never saw him much after that class. You found out early in the semester he was a History and International Relations Double Major with a Philosophy Minor

One day when you were walking past the Business buildings, he bumped into another man with hair as icy blonde as his

“Hey what song are you listening to?” The shorter man said

“Leave me alone,” Aemond replied

“Alright! See you at home bitch!”

Aemond’s brother is the guy that interviews people on campus and does ridiculous “pranks” — very different brothers. It wasn’t until later when you also found out they also had a sister. Helaena, who’s the president of the Entomology Club

A year later, you and Aemond are in another class together. It was an Empires course that was a requirement for both of your majors. It was a smaller class size and instead of a final examination - the final is a presentation and a paper. The professor paired everyone by two and it just so happened that you were paired together

For the presentation, you were tasked to explore any empire of your choice so long as it was not taken. You both came to a long standing back and forth. Until you both agreed on the Byzantine Empire

You both started early on the research and presentation, at first getting to know each other at cafes until you took up whole study rooms in the library

During the last few weeks of the semester the study rooms were under renovation and the tables in the library were getting too crowded. “We could head back to my place,” He suggested. “Helaena will be there so we won’t be all alone or anything,” You agreed.

His place was nice, the Targaryen siblings commuted to campus. Understandable considering they live in luxury. The dormitories were shit

Later on in the night, at some impossible hour and you were still there you offhandedly said “How are you holding up. I’m not quick enough for you,”

“What?” He asked. “What are you talking about,”

“In class, you always gave me the answers. I knew them you know. I’m not stupid,”

A pause and then a realization. “Oh…that class. I never thought you were stupid,” He sighed. “I apologize for that impression. That is entirely my fault,” He fiddled with his hands. “I figured you were mad at me and I was scared if I offended you somehow. I guess I know why now. I missed having you sit with me,”

After the presentation was over, both of you got an A. All of your hard work and research pulled off. Aemond needed help on his essays but other than that, it was a smooth

Aemond offered to take you out to dinner to “celebrate the hard work” after that, you both texted each other over the break. It slowly went from “how are you?” to him sending pictures of his lizards

“Oh fuck how do I?” He said as he fiddled flipping the camera. His phone was positioned low and you laughed. “Oh I think I got it,” He said as FaceTime view went from the bottom of his face to his lizard tank. “This is my oldest one, her name is Vhagar”

“I don’t think I’ve seen your room before,” You said at 3 am

“Yeah. It’s on an opposite wing. Halaena’s bugs stay far away from my lizards,” He joked. “When you come back, I’ll give you a tour if you wish. I missed you,”

Your heart skipped a beat. He saw your eyes widen and he only realized what he said. He quickly ended the call and threw it on the bed.

He paced around the room and not a minute later his phone lit up. All it read from you was, “I missed you too. Let’s hang out soon,”

He texted back, “Sorry my phone died. Yes we can plan something soon,”

“Fast charger,” You texted back. His face was hot. “Goodnightttt”

He typed, “Goodnight,”

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skelebellie · 9 months

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MIGUELITO

[miguel o’hara x reader drabbles]

[SFW]

warning: slightly saucy? not NSFW but miguel is down bad.

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r/n: am i late to the party? technically, no. i saw atsv opening night and another time. but i’ve just been *hyperfixating* for soooo long that i just now got out of my hole. also, i survived summer semester and the scheduale of college classes is regulating me (i work hard but autism works harder).

anyways im feral for this man in a way concerning to feminism. but its less of a sexual thing and that fact that he is so me fr. anyways, enjoy. (i can’t fix him but i can fuck him)

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miguel o’hara is not a lover into PDA. the last thing he wants is to have jess and peter b. breathing down his neck, teasing him about how hes getting ‘soft’. but in the quaint moments of the night or the rare moments the two of you are in his office together, he can’t help but touch you. a lingering brush against your arm turns incessant, craving the feeling of your soft flesh under his hand. if he could describe you, it would be “home”, and your skin is his hearth. more often than not, you find yourselves both working on separate things, only connected by the grasp miguel has on your hand.

that twink (affectionately) is the worst to sleep with. unconsciously, he wraps his whole body around you, encasing you into a koala-like grip with no room for wiggling. its the way his brain runs while he sleeps, subconsciously afraid that when he wakes up you will be gone. relishing the way your plush body feels against his skin like a cloud.

w/ latine!reader, you try making tamales with him. you wanted to bring some to a group dinner with jess, peter b., and ben. you for sure thought he would be good at it, but he keeps ripping the husks with his claws as he tries to hold it down, ending up in him getting frustrated. you relish him to the duty of watching over the fillings so that they don’t overcook. nonetheless, he sulks until he can get a bite of your cooking.

one more latine!reader, but you make him picadillo when he got sick once and he started sobbing into the soup.

i head cannon that miguel has a physical preference for someone with a little chub or muscle, just something his claws can dig into. so when you come to the training room to catch on some much needed strength training, he can’t look at you. the way your spandex shorts dig into your thighs, causing the fat to bend underneath them, haunts him for days. and dont even get him started when you move and your shorts roll up your thighs. (from a certified thunder thigh homie)

when he has late night missions or stays at HQ until the stars shine, he always feels bad for coming into your shared living quarters. but the alternative was getting yelled at by you for sleeping at HQ. so silently, he tries to sneak into bed and not wake you. but every time his heart blossoms when you roll over, calling for him. “hnng- miggy?” your voice comes out, cracking with exhaustion as you roll over, hand reaching out to search for your personal heater. “sí, mi vida, im right here.” miguel whispers, guiding your hand towards him as he gets under the covers. voice still soft as he tries not to completely wake you up the moment you find his body your scooting closer to him, wrapping your arms comfortably around his waist as you lean your head against his chest, the gentle thump of his heartbeat lulling you back to sleep. in moments like this, he wish he had his phone on him, adoring your sleeping face as his hands run through your scalp.

definitely one of those dads that are like “put that animal back from once it came, we are not keeping it” and then like two hours later you find miguel conked out on the couch with your new pet asleep on his chest.

loves taking photos of you, especially little polaroids. he likes having a reminder that your there, and that the moments between you two are ingrained in pictures.

you start copying his curses. one time you bumped into the corner of the table only to stutter out “hijo de chingada”, only to look up to miguel almost pissing himself with laughter.

miguel o’hara wears socks and slippers in his downtime dont @ me.

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sillylovingpupper · 1 month

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I want to talk, uh, about Firefly. There will be spoilers for Honkai Star Rail 2.0

So the driving force behind 2.0 is Firefly; the current arc we're in has wider implications, but 2.0 was pretty clearly set up to introduce you to Penacony and get you to emphasize with Firefly. She is clearly designed to tug at your heartstrings. It's...pretty naked what the writers were hoping to invoke, but I want to rewind a bit. I want to talk about a certain scene, and how it relates to me, and...probably quite a few people reading this. I want to talk about Entropy Loss Syndrome.

I have very little doubt we'll hear more about it in the coming content; I keep myself away from leaks so I don't know if it's confirmed or not and I don't want to know. Everything I want to talk about is in this cutscene right here. Entropy Loss Syndrome is described as "irreversible chronic disassociation of your physical structure." Essentially, your body slowly breaks apart. Firefly explicitly says that it happens so slowly that it's hard to even notice from the outside.

This is the part that made me sit up and take notice, though.

Because while I can't tell you the date? I can tell you the year I noticed this happening to me.

This is the part where I need to tell you a bit about myself.

I was...a relatively healthy person, once upon a time. I wouldn't say I was in the peak of health, but physically I was quite capable, especially when it came to stamina and endurance. I prided myself on being able to walk further, last longer, and do more than other people. I couldn't go as fast as some or lift as much as some, but I could do it longer. And that was taken advantage of. I was a lowerclass American, of course it was. From the age of 17 to the age of roughly 29, the only period longer than six months that I didn't have a fulltime job was the semester and half of college, and the CNA training, that I attended. And in each of those jobs? I made myself indispensable because of the stamina I prided myself on. I'd work doubles, I'd work days in a row, I'd skip breaks, all without complaining. Which leads me to 2019.

After a year of difficult work as a CNA, involving...a lot of interpersonal drama at around the same time I was realizing I was transgender, I...buckled, in 2016. I left that line of work and took the first job that accepted me; McDonalds. At that point, I lived alone with my cat, and I had come to accept that was my fate. I would live alone, work at McDonalds until something happened, and move on to...a similar job, and so on until I died. I simply lost my desire to live, a desire that wouldn't return until early 2018 where, for some reason, against all odds, I pulled myself to a therapist. In 2019, I had, without any true intent on my part, ascended to the role of manager, and found myself shuffled to night shift. I took pride in my work, humble and underpaid as it was, and applied the same stamina and endurance to it that I had my previous jobs. ...until something changed. It was slow at first. I didn't even notice it, I wrote it off as a series of bad days...but thoughts were slightly out of reach. The amount of sleep I needed started to increase. The amount of time it took me to complete an order or clean an area increased. The distance I could walk or ride my bike started to shrink. I ran out of breath slightly easier. Truthfully, this had started happening when I was a CNA, but only on great exertion. I can't say it came from being less active, because of anything, I was more active, as I didn't have a car or the ability to drive...but increasingly I found myself unable to do anything but go to work, and even then, I needed more rest than before.

Fortunately, I was able to move in with some friends in mid 2020, and I haven't worked since, not for pay. I did promise them, in exchange for supporting me, I'd do housework; cook, clean, and support them however I could. A promise I have kept to this day, to the best of my abilities. But those abilities were continuing to shrink, and still do to this day. They noticed then, and they do now.

I went from being fiercely independent and active, to relying on a cane to keep myself stable and prevent falls, to now, where I can't even grocery shop on my own without leaning on the cart or using a motorized cart. I own a wheelchair for especially bad days. ...my thoughts and memories escape me on a nearly daily basis now, and I've found days, every now and again, slip through my fingers.

I've seen doctors, and none of them understand it, not entirely. There's been...theories, and a handful of things that contribute. Dehydration, sleep apnea, issues with my inner ear, even my HRT. Nothing that explains the fullness of it, though. Words like Chronic Fatigue and Fibromyalgia are being thrown around, but we can't even point to a clear infection that could have triggered any of those. And all of this terrifies me. There's a part of me that just keeps telling myself that I'm getting older, that it's normal to slow down as you age...or that maybe it's diet, or getting the wrong kind of exercise. But at the end of the day...I'm losing abilities that I prided myself on. Abilities that I loved. I've found myself largely bound to my house and...

To be honest, I've told myself I'm fine with that. I've painted for myself a beautiful picture where I keep myself at home, take it easy physically and even mentally, and live a peaceful life. There's a part of me that even sees this as the best possible ending for me, but... with even my cognition slipping away from me...what kind of life can I have?

I've gotten through so much of my life, done things that I would have thought were impossible, simply by convincing myself they weren't. That nothing was impossible to a mind that believed. So Firefly means a lot to me because while she has a name for it, and I don't...both of us find ourselves in a body that's slowly betraying us. And Firefly was the first time I've seen someone on screen who had the same kind of struggle as me, and who also chose to keep walking forward and dreaming despite of it. I don't know what kind of life I'll have. I still don't even know for sure if this...whatever it is, is even real and not a result of me overreacting to getting a little slower and my mind filling in the gaps. But...whatever lies ahead of me...I hope that I can still live it brilliantly. I hope maybe one day, I can be the kind of person I was once again, even if I have to take it in smaller bites.

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"get me a damned matcha" | Chapter 20: January II

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✧ pairing ➼ levi ackerman x fem!reader, college x coffee shop x roommates!au ✧ summary ➼ After you find yourself plagued with misfortune due to struggles in your personal and family life, you find yourself needing to move last minute. As a junior in undergrad with little money and little social support, you considered yourself lucky when you found a sublease that was close to campus and was relatively cheap. Unfortunately, it seemed that your roommate did not seem to be so excited regarding your presence. ✧ content/warnings ➼ fluff, fem!reader, afab!reader, smut (minors go away), oral (fem receiving), blowjob, public sex (kinda), alcohol, college-typical parties, levi being possessive ✧ word count ➼ ~5.7k

“You’re so busy with your roommate-turned-boyfriend that you forgot all about us, didn’t you?”

You rolled your eyes so far back into the back of your head that it physically hurt.

“If you don’t shut up, I’m going to literally punch you, Oluo,” you scolded as you scowled at him. “It’s been a busy winter break, okay?”

You looked up as the club members began gathering. You had been so preoccupied with your personal life, from the car accident to figuring out whatever was going on with Levi, that the club was one of the last things on your mind. Plus, with the transition of your executive board that were all graduating in a few months to the new board that was made up mostly of the newer club members, you having a more hands-off approach was likely more helpful than it was harmful.

“Plus, it wouldn’t hurt for you to help out every once in a while,” you added, throwing a snide remark towards your commonly confused VP.

“I help out!” he protested.

“Uh-huh,” you mumbled, giving him a skeptical look.

You looked up as you saw the freshmen, now sophomores, gather amongst each other. It’s been a few months since you’ve last seen most of them, but the dynamics you observed seemed exactly the same as day one. Your goal of forming a community was moving in the right direction and your only hope was that the club could hold itself together in your absence.

“Okay, everyone take a seat!” you announced, slightly smacking away Sasha’s hand, which was already heading towards the pastries. “We’ll go through our overview for today before digging into the pastries.”

You threw a side glance at Sasha, who now had a slight pout on her face from being denied her opportunity to snack. If you allowed her to have a head start on picking out the snacks, then there wouldn’t be enough for everyone else by the time that your announcement was over.

The main goal of today’s session was deciding on a new executive board after you, Oluo, and Petra graduate. Your priority was just to pick out a president and vice president and then leave the rest of the executive board members to be picked by the new presidents. You wanted a smooth transition, but you also wanted the future direction of the Honors Society to be determined by its future members, not by people that would be leaving in less than six months.

After around ten to fifteen minutes of discussion, the group reached a consensus on having Armin take up your role as president and being the primary go-to person when it came to club activities and future directions. He had the best grades to represent the club when it came to renewal proposals to the university and was the most likely to be able to balance school with club responsibilities.

After some additional discussion, it was declared that Jean would be the vice president, having shown the most interest in taking up the other leadership position. You let the two take over in leading the rest of the meeting, with the goal of mapping out the rest of the semester or, if they were feeling ambitious, the next academic year. They ended up focusing on planning another social activity at the end of year using your current funds.

You smiled to yourself as you sat back and let Armin and Jean take over. Undergrad was overall a shitshow for you, but your goal to form a community was at least met in some capacity, even if it was less for yourself and more for the new cohort of individualized students that came in at the beginning of last year.

Even if your grades and relationships—both professional and personal—weren’t the best, at least you were able to leave an impact in some form.

Although your undergraduate experience was filled with misfortunes and you couldn’t reasonably say that you enjoyed it, at least the very end was filled with good memories to cherish, and that was enough for you.

~~~~~

“So you’re giving up your club to the brats?”

You frowned at Levi’s comment, discontent with the way that he worded his comment, although it was technically true.

“No,” you grumbled, giving him a side-eye. “I’m trying to make it a smooth transition for the e-board so they don’t have to deal with the same shitshow we did.”

“Sounds like giving it up to me.”

You threw a balled up napkin at him, which he immediately caught while giving you a scowl. He was currently mid-shift at the cafe, and having to be the target of paper projectiles that were getting launched over the counter hardly seemed appropriate. He didn’t particularly give a shit about the opinions of the customers or management, but it would make his day more annoying.

“They’ll be juniors next year,” you said with a sigh, “which is how old I was when I started it, so it’s not like they don’t know what they’re doing.”

Levi grunted before getting back to managing his orders. They were all annoyingly bland and standard—even moreso than the Matcha he had roasted you about the first time you met—so he was able to mindlessly do it. He watched as you began to type on your laptop, finally able to catch that elusive focus that had been evading you for weeks. You took a sip of the Matcha that Levi had made you, hoping it would provide you with the motivation to meet your writing goal for the day.

After a few minutes, Levi reached over to take your empty Matcha mug from you, and he raised an eyebrow at seeing the intense look in your eyes as you were typing. You seemed to notice that he was watching you and looked up at him.

“What?” you asked, unsure if something was wrong.

“Never asked, but what is it that you’re actually writing?”

You blinked at him a few times, surprised that he asked about your writing. He had known about your writing project throughout the entirety of the time that you had lived with him, but he never mentioned it until now.

Unsure how to respond, you scratched at your head with a bashful look appearing on your face.

“Just a light novel,” you said hesitantly. You were always nervous to share that you were doing creative writing for a living, likely as a result of your aunt being as skeptical as she was.

“I’m doing a set-up and if it goes well, I might try to expand it into a series after graduation.”

Once Levi made it apparent that he was actually listening to what you were working on, your eyes immediately lit up, beginning to narrate that you had created a dystopian universe that involved humanity getting taken over by man-eating monsters, which you had fleshed out significantly throughout the course of the last year and a half, but part of you was still doubtful if your concept would be acceptable as your capstone project. If the university was wanting a more traditional literary archetype, you would have to completely scrap your current novel and start over.

“Speaking of, what are you planning to do after you graduate?”

That was a question you can’t recall ever thinking about. Given everything that had happened throughout your undergraduate experience, you found yourself just coasting along, prioritizing your book so that you could graduate. The only thing related to graduation that crossed your mind was whether you’d be able to finish your light novel in time or not. Any plans post-graduation were lost on you. It just wasn’t a priority.

“I’m really not sure,” you muttered quietly, and it was unclear if you were talking to Levi or yourself. You looked back up at him with a slight grin. “Maybe I’ll choose to torture myself and go after a PhD like you and complain about all the reading and research I have to do.”

Levi did not return your grin.

“Kidding,” you said with an exasperated tone upon seeing his unwavering expression. “I really don’t know, I-”

You paused mid-sentence, running all of the scenarios that had occurred throughout the past 3-4 years through your head.

“...I wasn’t sure if I was going to even make it this far if I’m being completely honest,” you admitted, almost ashamed to say it out loud. Although things had been looking up recently, college still wasn’t a pleasant experience for you.

The frown on Levi’s face persisted, although it wasn’t necessarily in response to your comment about having little confidence in your own ability to graduate.

He was having the selfish thought of wondering what he would have to do if you moved out. If you were going to another school for graduate school or to get a job like Miche did, it would mean that you would move out, likely to a different town, while Levi was still stuck near Paradis University to finish his graduate program.

You had only been together for a few months, but he already found himself overly concerned over the inevitable decision you’d have to make regarding your housing once May rolled around.

~~~~~

Once Levi’s shift was over, the two of you made it back to your apartment. However, relaxing was the last thing that you were able to do.

It was nowhere near spring, but Levi decided that it was time to do his annual “spring cleaning” of the entire apartment. You vaguely remembered him spending 4-5 days straight last year just cleaning and getting rid of old junk that he hadn’t really touched throughout the year. At the time, you thought he was just going through one of his cleaning sprees, when suddenly anything that had even a speck of dust on it would completely ruin his mood on sight. It wasn’t until today that you realized this was an annual habit of his.

“It keeps shit from piling up,” he muttered from the kitchen as he piled up old unused tupperware that you completely forgot about.

“Mhm,” you mumbled from the dining room as you sorted through the mail. Your leasing company had decided to inconveniently switch up the software they used for managing utilities over the new year, so December’s bills came through the mail, leaving your normally empty mailbox filled with bills that you’d have to manually pay. It was a pain in the ass.

As you piled up the bills while setting aside any junk mail to toss (or shred) later, your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion when you pulled up a flyer. It wasn’t inside an envelope and was printed on a black sheet of paper with obnoxious text colors. It seemed the local bar was hosting a happy hour, likely to gather the attention of the students that were coming back into town for the beginning of the semester.

You walked over towards the kitchen and held the flyer up.

“You wanna go?” you asked as you pointed the flyer in Levi’s direction.

Levi looked over at the flyer and took it from you, a frown appearing on his face as he read the contents of it. He set it down and gave you an unamused look.

“Only if you don’t end up sitting around while every other dude comes around to hit on you again,” he grumbled.

Being reminded of the events last February brought a small blush onto your cheeks, which only increased in intensity as you felt Levi walk up to you and place his hands on the counter behind you, enclosing you in.

“It’d be even harder to watch now compared to last year,” he mumbled as he moved his hands onto your waist.

You looked into his soft, gray eyes that seemed to read you like an open book every time you looked into them. You’d find yourself wondering if he always looked at you like that. If so, you certainly didn’t notice until now.

Levi pulled you in and gently planted his lips on yours, almost as if he was trying to send you some unspoken message regarding why the last thing he wanted to do was to watch you get hit on by random people while drunk at a party.

You pulled away with a mischievous look in your eyes.

“Oh? Why’s that?” you teased with a cheeky grin.

Levi immediately pulled away with an eye roll, turning around to walk into his room, shutting the door.

You bit on your lip to stifle your laughter at his reaction.

“...So you coming or not?” you called out, indicating that you were likely going to go whether he went with you or not. It wasn’t like the two of you could spend an actual night in with the chaos that was Levi’s incessant cleaning spree spread out around the apartment. You knew he’d have it pristine within the next day or two, but your usual movie while cuddling date nights had to be shelved for now.

Levi cracked his door open and poked his head out.

“It’s either that or I drive in the middle of the night to pick your dumb ass up, so I guess so,” he grumbled before disappearing into his room again.

~~~~~

This bar party was certainly better than the other parties he had been dragged along to throughout the past year or so. Although the music was still obnoxiously loud on the dance floor, the dining area was far away enough that it was bearable. It was the only place that Levi could find himself in while still being able to hear his own thoughts over the music.

You were a few drinks in at this point, having run up to the bar as soon as you arrived, immediately taking 2-3 shots before trying to drag Levi onto the dance floor. He was adamantly against it, grumbling that it was too loud and that there were too many people—and he refused to dance. You gave him a pout before you finally gave up and waltzed onto the dance floor with the few people that you recognized from the university.

Levi watched you from the bar, sipping on a beer. You did look like you were legitimately having fun, which at least meant that it wasn’t a complete waste of time to come out here. People continued to trickle onto the dance floor, which meant that it was getting more and more crowded. Unfortunately, it also meant that the guys who had been eyeing you all night were now dancing just a bit too close to you for Levi’s comfort.

He glanced to the side in an unamused fashion when some random undergrad decided to sit on the bar stool next to him. They were too close and they reeked of alcohol. Levi was tempted to get up and grab you to leave.

“Too crowded for you?” they asked.

“...You could say that,” Levi eventually responded before taking another sip of his beer, turning to watch you on the dance floor again. Although he was now facing away from that undergrad, he could tell that they were watching you too. You were front and center, having the time of your life.

“She yours?” they asked.

Levi gave them a skeptical look without answering, as if he was offended that they even asked that question.

He wasn’t the type to get jealous, but the amount of eyes (and the occasional hand) on you was driving him up the walls. As he set his eyes on you again, he felt a growing discomfort coming from his chest that made him feel restless and on edge.

You eventually made eye contact with him and saw that he was looking over at you, prompting you to come back to the bar, motioning for the bartender to get you another drink.

Once you nodded to the bartender and you were able to look back down at Levi again, you noticed that your boyfriend was semi-glaring at you, which was unexpected. Frowns, and even scowls, were expected and normal. This somewhat hostile glare was not.

“What got you all grumpy?”

He averted his eye contact and sipped on his beer again. If the music wasn’t so loud and if you weren’t slightly buzzed, then you might have heard whatever it was that he was grumbling to himself underneath his breath.

You looked up and saw the undergrad sitting behind him waving at you, and you quickly returned the gesture with a smile, being too intoxicated to pick up any flirtatious looks that were being thrown your way.

Before you got a chance to introduce yourself or verbally greet them, you felt Levi snake his arm around your waist and pull you flush up against him. Your face heated up at the sudden gesture, and even moreso when you saw the undergrad’s eyes widening before they awkwardly backed away.

You wrapped your arm around his shoulder, looking down at him with a frown.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” he grumbled as he finished the rest of his beer while keeping his grip on your waist tight.

You watched him as a hint of concern entered your eyes. There was something going on. Given the fact that the bar was getting a bit too rowdy for even your tastes, you decided it would be best if the two of you called it a night.

“You wanna head out?” you asked, getting his attention by slightly shaking his shoulders. “It’s getting stuffy in here and it’s giving me a headache.”

Without turning his head, he looked towards you with a suspicious expression. He knew what you were doing. You could tell that he was upset and bothered by something, which prompted your desire to leave, although you were telling the truth about the bar beginning to get stuffy from the sheer amount of people present. However, instead of protesting, Levi simply paid off his tab and got up, following you as you led the way to the front door.

You grimaced upon feeling the cold winter air hit your skin. It had been warmer when you had first arrived, so all you wore was a thin long-sleeve, but that barely protected you from the now freezing temperature outside. Even the alcohol barely offset how cold you felt.

You immediately felt something get wrapped around your shoulders and you looked up, seeing that Levi had taken off his coat and put it around you, which prompted another blush to appear on your cheeks.

Instead of walking to the car, he led you to an alleyway at the side of the bar. There were quite the amount of people in the parking lot, so you figured that it was due to Levi wanting to wait it out so that you wouldn’t have to maneuver your way through the crowd to his car.

His frown hadn’t disappeared the entire time. It had appeared at some point while you were dancing and was just plastered onto his face the entire night. Levi rarely found himself jealous, but that was all he felt now. He wasn’t sure if it was because the two of you had entered an official relationship, but it felt so much worse than it did back in March when you were set to go on a date with Floche—if he was even willing to admit that what was going on underneath the surface at the time was jealousy.

You were looking at the crowd and frowned. It wasn’t going to dissipate any time soon. You might just have to bite the bullet and bear through the crowd if you wanted to leave any time soon.

Prepared to communicate this to Levi, you began to turn to face him.

He gave you a dark look upon making eye contact with you before stepping forward and placing his hand at the back of your neck, crashing his lips against yours in a much deeper kiss than you would have expected from him, given the fact that you were in public.

You let out a muffled and surprised yelp, not expecting him to be this forward, although you certainly didn’t mind, returning the gesture by gripping onto the collar of his shirt and further pressing your lips against his.

He was much more into it than he was even when the two of you were horny and rushing to clumsily get your clothes off as soon as you could. You felt him biting against your lips and his other hand tightly gripped at your waist.

You were out of breath by the time you were able to break the kiss.

“L-Levi-!” you gasped. “What’s gotten into you?!”

He blinked slowly as he gazed into your eyes, his expression unwavering.

“Just shut up and kiss me,” he mumbled before pulling you in again.

You were slowly starting to put the pieces together. He had gotten overly grumpy once that one random undergrad began waving at you and you vaguely remembered the scowl on his face whenever someone on the dance floor got a bit too close to you with their suggestive dancing. You smiled into the kiss as you felt his tongue prodding at your lips.

You pulled away, denying him access as you mused with an amused tone in your voice.

“Were you…jealous?” you teased.

He only responded by scowling at you, which provided you with an answer itself.

“I take it that’s a yes?”

“Don’t push it,” he growled before pulling you in again, except this time, he was much more relentless with shoving his tongue into your mouth, drawing a quiet, muffled moan out of you. He held you tightly as his tongue swirled around you, feeling the overwhelming need to assert his dominance over you and do what he could to claim you as his, and his alone.

He’d mark you if he had any less pride and a slightly lower sense of dignity.

You soon found yourself pressed up with your back against the wall as he caged you in, still relentless in his assault on your mouth with his tongue. The two of you were getting so heated that your hot breaths were visible in the cold air. His hand that was on the back of your neck roamed down your body, pausing for a split second to squeeze at your breast on the way down before settling on your waist.

When he finally broke the kiss again, he leaned in and whispered into your ear, his voice breathy and deep.

“You’re mine.”

The combination of the words themselves and the way he said it made you shiver as you felt your entire body heat up. Your hands slowly roamed from his arms down to his chest and lower abdomen and it took every ounce of willpower you had to keep yourself from begging him to fuck you right then and there.

You heard the door to the bar open and froze, expecting Levi to pull away, just like you had during the Halloween party. However, he did the exact opposite and pulled you into another heated kiss.

Levi absolutely hated PDA. Even holding hands in public made him uncomfortable. Those affectionate acts were reserved for you and him and were special because it was yours, and not something that the rest of the world had the privilege of seeing. However, for the entirety of the night, he had the overwhelming urge to basically announce to the world that you were his.

The entire town could stand by to witness it and he wouldn’t give a single shit, as long as it sent the message that you were taken and off-limits to anyone who might have even been considering approaching you with dubious intent.

Levi Ackerman couldn’t stand PDA, but he was more than willing to resort to it in cases like these in which he felt the need to make a very clear point to the world: that you were his.

~~~~~

Once he felt your hands tugging at his belt buckles, he knew it was time to go. You had been surprised when he had roughly planted his lips against yours in the alleyway, but quickly adjusted. Before long, you were pulling his hip towards yours, moving his hands from your waist to your ass, and raising your leg to loosely wrap around him. He had to pull the cord if he wanted to avoid fucking you on the spot. Although he was willing to show you off and make out with you, he had enough dignity left in him to not fuck you in public.

The original plan was to wait until the two of you got home, but you were both worked up and imagining sitting still on the drive home and having to walk your way from the car up into the apartment seemed like hell, so you were more than relieved when you saw Levi pull the car into a dark, empty parking lot.

Levi was forced to get out of the car and get into the backseat properly, but you were small enough that you were able to squeeze through the front seats, crawling over the divider to meet him in the back just in time for him to shut the car door and pull you into him, reconnecting your lips.

“Well, this is kind of scandalous, isn’t it-”

Levi cut you off by tangling up your hair within his fingers and pulling you back into him, his tongue easily shoving past your lips. He was towering over you, aggressively asserting dominance with his tongue over yours as he slowly pushed you backwards until he was on top of you. Your back was to the seat cushion, with your head propped up against the car door. With how horny you were, the slightly uncomfortable angle that you were laying at was the least of your concerns.

Your breathing destabilized as you felt his lips roughly connect with your neck, the warm feeling sending shivers throughout your body from shock due to how cold your skin was after standing outside for a prolonged period of time. Your hands quickly moved down to begin unbuttoning your jeans, the feeling of your wetness pooling onto your panties beginning to feel more unbearable by the second.

Levi’s hands quickly joined yours to help you as he began to trail sloppy kisses down your neck to your collarbone. He tugged at the sides of your jeans, pulling your panties down along with it as he moved down your body. Due to how impatient you were and the limited amount of room in the backseat of his car, you only undressed one leg while your jeans and panties hung off the other.

Your face flared up as you watched Levi push your thighs apart, leaving you completely exposed to his hungry eyes while you were technically still in public. He only made eye contact with you for a brief second before he descended down onto you, throwing your calves over his shoulders, his quick movements matching the lustful desire shown in his eyes.

You immediately covered your mouth with your hand, your body immediately jerking upon feeling his tongue make its way inside your folds. The sound of him slurping up your juices while trying to catch his breath in between sounded absolutely obscene and erotic at the same time, making your clit throb in response. Your free hand began to move down towards your heat, your body responding to your instinctual desire to touch yourself as he tongued your hole.

Levi immediately noticed and smacked your hand away. Knowing what it was that you were trying to do, he was quick to begin rubbing at your clit himself, almost as if his pride would have been bruised if you had succeeded in “assisting” him in getting you to cum.

In typical Levi fashion, he performed a mix of licking, tonguing, sucking, and kissing at your cunt that quickly brought you to the brink of an orgasm.

You bit down on your hand to stifle your moan as you felt your legs tense around him, your orgasm hitting you like a sudden wave, and you felt your lower abdominal area twitching in response to him sucking at your clit mid-orgasm.

When you were finally able to catch your breath and focus your vision again, you looked down at him and saw him peering back at you with dilated pupils. He sat up, letting your legs fall from his shoulders and you quickly maneuvered yourself so that you were on your knees, pushing him gently so that he was seated with his back against the door.

You roughly planted your lips on him, subtly grinning as you tasted yourself on him, and biting at his bottom lip with desire, with your hands moving down to clumsily unbuckle his pants. You could already feel how hard he was, and wondered how painful it must have been to have to hold it in under his somewhat tight pants, and how relieving it must have been when his cock finally sprung out.

You heard his breath hitch at the feeling of his cock coming into contact with the cold air. You kissed him one last time before wrapping your fingers around his length, gently pumping it back and forth, spreading the already gathering precum over his tip. You watched as his cheeks flushed up as you teased him by only rubbing your thumb over the tip of his cock.

He was more than frustrated by the time you finally scooched down to begin planting kisses on his cock, dragging your tongue from the base of his shaft all the way up to the tip. Your tongue swirled around his tip and you placed both of your palms on his thighs before finally wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock. You looked at him with mischief in your eyes as you simply continued tonguing at his tip without taking him in further.

He returned your gaze with a dark look in his eyes and you immediately felt his fingers running through your hair again.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he growled quietly right before he bunched up your hair and shoved your head all the way down to his hips.

Your fingers dug into his thighs as you gagged from feeling the tip of his cock touching the back of your throat.

Although Levi held you there firmly, he never took his eyes off you, carefully watching your reaction, ready to let go at the first sign of struggle.

After a few seconds, he finally let go and you popped up, gasping for air as you wiped the spit that was gathering at the edge of your lips.

“Too much?” he asked quietly, still watching you carefully.

“Only if it is for you,” you muttered after finally catching your breath before diving down again, taking him in deeper this time.

Levi grit his teeth upon feeling your tongue exploring his tip before traveling around his shaft. His hand quickly found its way into your hair again, promptly pressing your head all the way down again, paired with him thrusting his cock up into your mouth. His breath shuddered as he felt his cock twitch at the sound of you gagging again as you struggled to breathe.

Tears were stinging your eyes by the time he let you go again to catch your breath.

Taking the hint over how impatient he must have been feeling, you began to suck him off harder, using your hand to pump him at his base while your lips traveled up and down his shaft.

Levi leaned his head back against the door with his eyes closed, trying his best to contain himself to avoid cumming on the spot.

You heard a faint whimper escape his lips as his cock twitched in your mouth. He was close, and you knew it. You took the hint and began to move both your hand and your lips faster along his length, paying particular attention to his tip with your tongue.

The sudden change in pace resulted in Levi losing his composure and a quiet, but audible moan came from his throat as he shot his load down your throat. His breathing destabilized once he felt you continue to move your mouth up and down his cock, with his body jerking as you flicked your tongue against his tip. Having just cummed and being more than overstimulated from the feeling of you on him, Levi was forced to dig his fingers through your hair again to pull you off with how sensitive he currently was.

You shot him a small grin as you wiped the remaining cum off your lips that you weren’t able to swallow.

“Revenge is a bitch, isn’t it?” you teased, referring to all the times he fucked you through your orgasms, leaving you a panting, twitching mess under him.

It took a few seconds for him to respond as he breathed heavily and reoriented himself back to reality.

“That a sign for me to stop?” he finally asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Fuck no,” you responded, a bit faster than you would have liked to admit.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he grumbled, although there was a playful look in his eyes when he came into eye contact with you.

You shoved at him, rolling your eyes as you began pulling your pants back on, with him following suit. The windows had gotten fogged up and you silently prayed that there wasn’t anyone roaming around to put the pieces together as to what was happening in the backseat of this car that was parked in the middle of nowhere.

A small and barely noticeable smirk appeared on your face as you recalled that today’s escapade resulted from Levi getting jealous and possessive over some random person that had waved at you at the bar.

Not that you’d purposefully torture him by making him jealous or anything along the lines of that, but if this was the result every time he was feeling possessive in any sort of way, then you certainly wouldn’t mind.

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