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hazashiovo · 20 days

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Remember in "Sleeping Beauty" the live action how Maleficent had a crow? That's what we're doing now,but with Malleus.

Malleus x crow shifter!Reader

Genre:Fluff, master and loyal servant trope.

Little bird

You always had a thing for shiny,pretty things. No matter whether it was some trash on the ground or a nice ring in a pawn shop.

Shiny objects never failed to grab your attention.

Malleus is shiny and definitely pretty, and you, being you, got attracted to him. Naturally of course.

Malleus is a shiny,pretty fae.

It was near impossible for him not to attract your interes.

Once he realized a certain bird was stalking him, the fae started leaving small amounts of food for you. It always brought a smile on his face when the mysterious bird tilted its head,its dark eyes filled with curiosity. In his eyes,it was such a cute action to do.

He must admit,the bird got his attention,and soon enough it became a habit.

Like crows usually do, you started leaving small trinkets that you personally found pretty, at his window.

It might be a flowery metallic hair clip that attracted you,or maybe some bottle cap with a pretty color.

He appreciated neither less ,it was a curious habit the fae and the animal picked on.

So malleus started reading. About crows,their habits and soon enough he found stories about them.

Those little creatures are quite interesting,it's what he would think while reading a particular sentence that made him think about the bird,once again.

Some say if a crow is fond of somebody they leave gifts as a sign of appreciation and sometimes, loyalty.

When this little black feathered animal chooses a person to grow attached to,it's quite the view to other people. And it means that you, as a person,are enough to gain one animal's trust.

Dark, beautiful creatures of the night, growing attached to complete strangers.

What Malleus didn't know was that inside the dark bird,there was a human soul.

Free to transform whenever they pleased, not really.

You can't shift whenever you want to,unless you want to be seen bare by other students,and you definitely do not want that.

When you're in your animal form you feel free, peaceful to do as you please,fly wherever you want.

Even if you're not truly a crow,the tendencies to behave like one are real besides eating worms and insects. That's not you.

Bleagh.

Before Meeting the tall guy,you used to collect the shiny things you found,but now that he's here, most of the objects you pick up are for him.

He leaves outside his bedroom window bread crumbs,cookie crumbs and whatever the indulging boy thinks is good for you or that you would enjoy.Even if you don't need it,you take them. Mostly to show him you trust him with.

They taste better when somebody gifts them to you. It's a fact.

Soon,Malleus allows himself to touch your head. A gentle rub on your black feathery small head. His green eyes whiden when you push your head in his hand, practically telling him to keep going.

He smiles,as he rubs below your dark beak. Malleus notices the way your eyes close affectionately. He could even imagine a ghostly smile on your beak.

It's one truly cute interaction.

Malleus's friends soon started to notice a particular bird on his shoulder, always watching.

Silver even had a feeling that you understood what they were saying,simply by your body language.

But most of the time crows and ravens are smart birds,some reaching the level of understanding of a 5 year old child.

It's very interesting,you are interesting, especially in Silver's eyes.

But he doesn't pay much attention to you,more busy to focus on Malleus.

You like Silver,he cares about Malleus a lot.

The first time Lillia has met you,he knew that you're not what you seem.

His age isn't a young one, therefore he's been through stuff,and learned things in his life.

Like now,he knows that you're not just a bird. You couldn't fool the older fae even if you tried.

So he silently watches,and he's not ashamed to make comments when you're alone, which isn't often since you're with Malleus most of the time,but still.

This man has you sweating,even if you don't particularly hide yourself on purpose.

Even if you're most comfortable around Malleus in your shifter form,the truth can't be hidden from him forever.

At the same time,you can't just shift in front of him back in your human form.

Meeting him with no clothes on,for the first time even, doesn't really seem like a good first impression.

Unfortunately,that is exactly how it happens. Not the naked part,but let's just say you're not clothed either.

Almost 6 months of constantly being on Malleus's shoulder taught you his schedule. So seeing him in his dorm room,eyes wide open watching your form,that's covered by his blanket.

Your original plan was to shift in his room, quickly change in some clothes that belong to him,and tell him the truth about who you truly are.

Simple as that.

It wasn't simple as that. Malleus arrived in his room earlier than he usually does, barely giving you time to cover yourself up.

Now this situation is exactly not the kind that you wanted to land in.

It's not like you could've brought your own clothes in Malleus's room. Your animal form can't carry that much weight,after all it's a small bird.

"Who are you?" Malleus's voice breaks your line of taughts,all thinking of your failed plan and the embarrassment of being in such a situation.

"This isn't what it looks like." The fae holds a curious expression,after all not every day he's met with a naked person in his chambers. Now that he thinks of it,you do white look familiar,but he just can't figure it out from where.

"Malleus,I swear I'm not a creep or anything of the sort." His silence allows you to continue explaining yourself,the blanket around you getting squeezed tighter around you, praying to whatever God was mocking you that this blanket remains on your naked body.

"You know my name?" You watch as the said boy moves closer towards you,now more curious than before.

You squint your eyes, focused on the floor,trying to find the right words to explain yourself.

How do you tell the boy you're completely loyal to,that you're actually a person with the ability to shift forms.

Exactly,you try explaining it.

"I know everything about you, not in a weird stalking way,don't get me wrong." Swallowing the lump in your throat,you meet eyes with the dark haired fae.

This situation is less than comfortable for you.

"Then do explain,what are you doing in my bedroom and why are you bare?"He leaves out the part where you mentioned knowing him,and focused on the important matter.

"Well,I wanted to tell you the truth,or rather show you the truth but..." A sigh leaves your lips at the failure of your oh so great plan, "I didn't have enough time."

He watches as you follow his steps with your eyes,the deja Vu clear as day.

Just who is this interesting person who claims to know Malleus Draconia?

"Say, child of man, what might the truth be? The one you desired to tell me so bad that it was necessary for you to be bare in my room. Enlighten me." Malleus speaks,voice steady and calm,unlike yours. Shaky and anxious.

"I will gladly talk to you...mind if I ask but, can I borrow some clothes?" The question leaves Malleus a bit shocked,only nodding in agreement.

What shocked him even more was that you knew from where to take the clothes.

Excusing yourself to change,you don't miss the unusual expression on Malleus's face. Not so often do you get to see him expressing such an emotion, especially one you caused.

Finally dressed,you dare to properly meet eyes with Malleus. Ready to explain yourself properly.

"Now,I owe you an explanation." The boy takes a few seconds to take in your new appearance,his clothes looking quite nice on you.

"That you do,child of man. Starting by why you were in my room?" He doesn't take his eyes off you,instead fixates them in your eyes. There it was again,that sense of familiarity. Like he's known you for a long time.

"I came to your room, because I wished to show you who I truly was." A deep breath in,and an exhale. It's time to break it to him,that's the whole reason why you came here , right?

Your eyes dart around the room,a singular object catching your eye. A shiny silver ring you found on campus a couple months ago.

Making quick effort,you move towards the table to pick up the ring.

Malleus realizes it,and before your hand could make contact with the piece of jewelry his palm wraps around your wrist, stopping you immediately.

"How is you touching my belongings going to answer any of my questions? Are you perhaps here to steal,human?" His green radiant eyes narrow at you,gaze burning into your own. This ring could never be worn by the fae. Unfortunately you learned that one of Malleus's weaknesses is silver.

If you had known before you would've kept the ring to yourself. Even with his condition,Malleus still kept it, because it was a gift from his loyal little bird.

"Allow me," your soft eyes break contact with his narrowed ones,just for a second. He allows you to pick up the ring,his gaze fixated on what you're trying to show him.

"I brought this to you 3 Months ago,you fed me candy bits,even if it's unhealthy for a bird,I accepted them." Malleus's narrowed eyes widen he seems to be doing it a lot nowadays,or is it just the effect you have on him? Maybe.

"Now how could you have known that,and why would you refer to yourself as a bird?" He's not quite getting the hang of the situation,in his defense,this has never happened before.

You sigh,maybe the best thing to do is just show him,but then when you'll turn back you'll be naked again. Ugh...this is a curse.

"What if I just show you instead?" This was more a question towards yourself rather than for him,even so,Malleus nods. Carefully watching you as you back away.

You take a deep breath in,and there it is. The clothes you just borrowed from the tall male in a pile on the ground.

His brows furrow, was this a trick? Did you wish to play a prank on him?

He doesn't get to drown to deep in his thoughts,the sudden movement in the pile of clothes draws his attention.

The boy slightly bends down, trying to get a glimpse of whatever might be there. And out of the clothes,a crow emerges, a black feathered beautiful crow.

Not just any Crow,but you.

Now it's clear,why you were so familiar in the boys eyes.

Even so,the realization hits him hard, especially when you take your designed place on his shoulder.

Malleus's eyes link with the bird's,your eyes."It's...you?" Voice questionable,you knew he wouldn't have an extreme reaction. The time spent with him taught you that.

From your beak, the ring lays securely gripped. The fae's hand extends, allowing you to drop it in,only for a few seconds. The metal burning his porcelain hands. The ring quickly lands on the table, remaining as nothing more than a gift,and a decoration to his dark room.

You cow,like Malleus could understand you. It feels good to show yourself to him,not having to carry what felt like a horrible lie in your chest.

Once the shock wears off, he smiles. That warm beautiful smile that warmed your heart every time you saw it.

Fortunately,most of the time it was directed to you,after you brought him something nice from one of your trips outside the school.

"You're quite the interesting one,little birdie." He takes the liberty to adjust your position, setting you on his wrist.

"You never fail to surprise me." His white,large hand gently pet your little head,right above the beak. He swears he could hear you purr,like a cat.

Maybe it was only his imagination,but the way your head once again leaned into his palm,that wasn't his mind.

You two make quite the pair.

I had this little idea and I just had to write it. Maybe I'll make a part two to it, depending on what ideas I get next.

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voglatte · 3 months

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ughhh brain rotting over bras rn 😣 just imagine working with him on lsdln and you two have been secretly dating without the other cast knowing, and just making out with him in a private area trying not to get caught cuz both of you guys should be getting ready to film a scene instead 🥲🥲

++ your name is sooo pretty!! 🫶🫶

⊹ ┊LITTLE THINGS ꒱ .ﾟ

↷ ˊ- pairing: blas polidori x f!reader.

warnings: fluff, slight smut, sub!blas?, dry humping, hair pulling?.

• dani’s typing… ! i didn’t wrote about blas yet so here you go, excuse my grammar for advanced (it’s pretty short, sorry for that too).

dusk was falling and everyone was exhausted because of the long work day. all were in separate rooms to get some rest and get rid of the tiredness because they still have to shoot a couple of scenes.

but that wasn’t the situation between blas and you, you were separated from the whole group talking softly about your day and taking hands. both had a private relationship but you were ready to tell everyone.

“do you think they will be happy for us?” you said kissing the back of his hand.

“of course baby, they love you and me. it’s impossible that they don’t support our relationship so be calm” he tucked a strand behind your ear, leaving a gentle friendly tug.

“it’s just that we were hiding it for a very long time and i’m scared that they misunderstand” shrugged giving him a smile.

“they wouldn’t do it, like i said” he puts you closer to his body. “now, come here, i missed your lips so much” he took you by the neck giving you the longest and hottest kiss.

you climbed onto his lap without stopping kissing, both missed each other the whole day. you didn’t have the chance to give a greeting kiss or just a simple hug because you knew you two wouldn't be able to separate.

the tension was floating in the air while the heavy make out was escalating, your hips moving over bla’s hard cock that was cover with pants and tiny moans filled the room.

he was pretty whiny and you had to shut him up or else someone might find out and in a somewhat intimate moment.

“pretty boy, you have to be quiet” both mouths close to each other but without kissing, you looked at his pretty big eyes with some tears for the pleasure and you intensified the movement of your hips.

blas couldn’t even talk just griping your hips tight and moving his hips up to collide with your movements, you whine softly when the friction became more and more intense in your clit.

his hands were under your shirt touching your tits and giving you open mouth kisses.

“b-blas! stop or we’re not going to be able to stop” you caught some of his wild hair with your fingers, making him groan, he liked that.

“again” you looked at him accusingly but repeated the action without stopping the movements that were getting floppy.

the little rest room was filled with moans, groans and curses.

“i’m coming” you whispered into his ear and he didn’t stop.

one and two more thrusts and you came first, slightly shaking on top of him, leaving you gasping for air.

after not long blas did the same squeezing you tight to his body and resting his head between your neck and shoulder.

you rested a little bit before getting up when you located the clock on the wall, cursing.

“fuck, we had to be in the set 20 minutes ago” your hands covered your face, hearing the tall boy cursing too.

“you go out first, i will follow you right behind” nodding you walked to the door but a big hand in your forearm didn’t let you.

“i love you” he gave you the last kiss until you two had a chance to be alone again.

“love you too” you returned the kiss fast to get out the room, smoothing your hair a little with your fingers like no one happened minutes ago.

your heart beating fast again your chest looking everyone in their positions asking for you and blas.

“i’m here! sorry everyone” walked to stand next to juani and felipe.

“why you were late?” juani asked silently when they started recording, you tense at his question but shake it off.

“nothing, the food didn’t set me well so i was in the bathroom” you said like nothing, not caring too much to elaborate your answer.

juani and felipe looked at each other letting go a few laughs. then in that right moment blas was entering the set without no one noticing him, according to you.

“what?” they didn’t say anything but you weren’t satisfied so decided to get out of them why they laugh.

“c’mon, what’s so funny?” you rolled your eyes.

“it’s nothing, so walk it’s our time to shoot” they walked right in front of me leaving me confused.

they were still giggling and shaking their heads before looking at blas and then at you.

guess it wasn’t a secret anymore, well not for them anyways.

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by ﹫ VOGLATTE ╱ pretty short I know but i want to know if you guys like my way of writing in english, if you don’t I guess, i will stay with just spanish .ᐟ

#blas polidori #la sociedad de la nieve #society of the snow #blas polidori x reader #voglatte post .ᐟ #enzo vogrincic #lsdln #esteban kukuriczka #blas polidori fanfic

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wonusite · 1 year

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The Only Exception

❝ Your university’s star football player doesn’t understand why you don’t want anything to do with him. Several humiliating rejections later, Mingyu is more determined than ever to change your mind about him. Chaos and confusing feelings ensue. ❞

pairing: kim mingyu x female reader

genre: college au, jock au, fluff, smut

word count: 6.4k

warnings: jock!gyu, art major!reader, rich girl!reader, protective bestie!cheol (lowkey he’s kind of a cockblock but we luv him anyway), big dick!gyu, mingyu is an absolute SIMP, reader likes to play hot and cold, pining, nude portraits, drinking, praising, begging, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, multiple creampies, overstimulation, pussy drunk!gyu, cock drunk!reader

a/n: the biggest thanks to hoe nonny for coming up with this brilliant idea. minors dni!!!

There’s not a lot that can hurt Mingyu’s pride.

As a tall, handsome guy (who also happens to be an extremely likable star athlete), he doesn’t have much to be insecure about. But now, as he’s staring at perhaps the prettiest girl he’s ever laid his eyes on, he feels like he’s been knocked down several pegs.

It all started when he heard your name in the locker room. If Mingyu thought about it clearly, that’s exactly when he became invested in you without knowing what you even looked like. It’s not like he could be entirely blamed since you had rejected the entire offensive line plus the running back and wide receiver—a.k.a two of his closest friends.

Maybe he should’ve just minded his own business when he heard Seokmin’s loud laughter, but he didn’t. He had to see what was funny enough for that infectious laughter to overpower most of the noise in the locker room.

Apparently, both Chan and Soonyoung had been rejected by some art major who didn’t care that they were easy on the eyes and beasts on the field. Normally, Mingyu wouldn’t care so much about some unknown girl, but his interest was piqued when he found out you had some sort of aversion not only to football players, but to all jocks. No one could figure out why you had such a disinterest in guys who played sports, and that mystery had been the topic of the team’s locker room talk for weeks.

To say it was odd for Mingyu to become fixated with someone he hadn’t even seen was an understatement, but again, it was impossible not to when so many of his friends kept talking about you like you were an untouchable being. Which he would come to find out was next to true.

Mingyu isn’t sure why he feels the need to prove that he can pull you. Maybe he likes the vindication of being perceived as this heartthrob with infinite charm, or maybe he liked the picture of you that Chan had showed him a little too much. Either way, he feels very confident about his ability to woo you.

This confidence doesn’t falter even when Seokmin points you out at the crowded party his frat is hosting. Mingyu has to take a second to compose himself because your photos do not do you justice. You’re decked out in a designer crop top and a tiny little skirt that barely covers your ass, and man, he’s never wanted to be sandwiched between two thighs more than he does now.

“Maybe you should save yourself the embarrassment and give your attention to a girl who actually wants it.” Seokmin says as they watch you take a shot with the captain of the cheer team.

Mingyu only scoffs at his friend and tells him to watch how it’s done before he walks to where you are.

“Hey.” His voice comes out smooth and suave, as usual. “I’m Mingyu.”

A foreign feeling consumes him when you turn around and set your pretty eyes on him. The usual heat and interest he gets from girls isn’t there, and it throws him off a bit. You only nod at him and offer a halfhearted nice to meet you before turning your back to him. To say Mingyu is absolutely flustered and at a loss for words is an understatement. Even the girl by your side can’t seem to believe that you don’t care for Mingyu’s attention.

“Um,” she nervously plays with her necklace when she notices Mingyu has no intention of leaving. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”

You roll your eyes and turn to the beefy jock with a sigh. It’s not like he isn’t one of the most attractive guys you’ve ever seen, but you know his type. After spending all of high school dating jocks, you were pretty much over them. This fine specimen of a man wasn’t going to change your mind about it, either.

Mingyu sees a pretty frown lining your lips and all he wants to do is kiss it off. He licks his lips and clears his throat before trying again. “I’m the quarterback of—”

“Our school’s football team. I know.” You finish for him. “I’ve seen you play. You’re really good.”

It’s a compliment, he knows it is, but the dismissal in your voice makes it seem like you couldn’t be any more unimpressed.

“Do you want to take a shot with me?” He asks after a beat of awkward silence.

You tilt your head in contemplation. With a smile that all but screams rejection, you gently shake your head. “I’m good—”

Before you could finish, a deep voice cuts you off.

“No, she doesn’t.”

Mingyu furrows his eyebrows when he sees one of the point guards of the basketball team come out of no where to step between you two with a mean glare on his face. Choi Seungcheol is looking at him like he’s two seconds away from throttling him. A million and one questions are running through his mind because from what he’d heard, you did not get with jocks, but clearly, there was something more between you and the guy who’s looking like he’s about to commit a crime.

“My bad, bro. She didn’t mention she had a boyfriend.”

“She doesn’t, but that doesn’t give you the right to be a creep.”

At this point Mingyu feels like he’s in some sort of alternate universe where he’s become the ugly duckling because what the fuck? He can’t even say anything as Seungcheol tugs you away, but not before giving him one last vaporizing glare.

“Bye, Mingyu!” You call over your shoulder with a wave.

He doesn’t know if your friendly farewell makes him feel better or worse.

Mingyu spends the rest of his night—the rest of his week, really—thinking about you. No wonder his teammates couldn’t stop talking about you after you rejected them. The way you made your casual disinterest seem like a biting rejection was jarring, and he’d never experienced anything like it before.

Honestly, it’s probably why he can’t seem to get rid of this need to win you over. He’s probably lost his damn mind, but it feels kind of nice that you didn’t immediately throw yourself at his feet. And so, Mingyu decides that he’ll be the exception for the no jock thing you have going on.

Because he feels so confident of his ability to change your mind, he underestimates how hard getting close to you will actually be.

Every time he sees you, that stupid point guard is by your side. Mingyu can’t come within two feet of you because Seungcheol is always there to drag you away or straight up tell him to go away. It’s so frustrating to him because all he wants is a chance to talk to you, and the more he’s prevented from doing so, the more he feels this unrelenting need to.

And he does finally get that chance, but it doesn’t exactly go the way he plans.

Mingyu usually hates going to grab coffee for his frat members because they’re all so picky for no reason. Soonyoung is the worst of them all, always whining when he unintentionally gets the orders wrong. Now, he’s made sure to ask the group chat to send in their exact orders just as he’s stepping in line.

It’s nothing short of amazing that Mingyu manages to balance nine coffees in his hands. It would’ve been even more amazing if he had actually managed to make it out of the door with them.

As soon as he starts to walk away, he missteps and is flung forward with enough force to spill the drinks on some unsuspecting person. Unfortunately for him, it’s not just any person, it’s the person, and he’s really at a loss.

“Oh my god.”

The stressed words don’t even come from you, rather from your horrified friend, Boo Seungkwan. And Mingyu can’t really blame him because you’re literally wearing a white bodysuit.

“Sorry—Sorry!” Mingyu splutters, feeling like his face is on fire.

What he hates is that you don’t actually react like any other person would. You only give him a look that’s a mixture of pity and amusement.

“It’s Céline!” His appalled voice squeaks. “Céline!”

Because his heart is beating so harshly in his ears, Mingyu misunderstands Seungkwan’s words. “I-I can explain to your friend what happened—I’ll even pay for the dry cleaning!”

Then something unexpected happens.

You laugh.

It’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard, and he almost feels like his humiliation is worth it. Almost.

“What? What are you going on about? I’m talking about Céline—the brand. AKA the clothes she’s wearing right now. They’re worth like—”

“It’s fine.” You say as Seungkwan hands you a fistful of napkins. “It was an accident. Let’s just go.”

Mingyu looks at you in wonder while your friend only looks at you incredulously. It’s not like you were the materialistic type (despite being a trust fund baby), but you were acting too calm for Seungkwan’s taste. He eyes you suspiciously before scoffing. The look you have in your eyes is annoyingly familiar.

“Fine.” He says before he lowers his voice as he leans into your ear. “I know he’s cute, but come on! Look at your outfit!”

The flustered boy isn’t at quiet as he thinks, and Mingyu would’ve felt flattered, but again, you gave no reaction. Not one he wanted, anyway. You only rolled your eyes and frowned at your friend. “Shut up!” You hissed. “He’s not my type. I just feel bad for him.”

And you do, but you feel more sorry for yourself because you know you won’t have enough time to go back home and change before your next class. You finish blotting the the wet stain on your chest before you dig inside your purse. Mingyu notices the flashy bag is also from a designer brand, and for a moment he fears that you’re going to make him pay for your clothes. He wonders if you’ll take pity on him because he obviously can’t afford to pay for it.

Or maybe you’d agree to a payment plan.

When you hand him several large bills and tell him to buy more coffees before walking away, he thinks he’d rather pay for your clothes. At least that way he wouldn’t have to feel the biting feeling of your disregard.

After the embarrassing encounter, Mingyu is quick to find out everything there is to know about you (well as much as your reserved self has been willing to put out, anyway). After stalking all your social media accounts and asking around, he finds out you’re a rich girl from the other side of the country that is fairly new around the area. Also, it’s quite clear to everyone that you have a self-appointed body guard by the name of Choi Seungcheol—who apparently has known you since high school.

Aside from the fact that you’re an art major, Mingyu doesn’t know what kind of things you’re into. This wouldn’t normally faze him so much, but with you he obviously has to count on something other than his looks and status in order to get to know you in the way he wants.

By the grace of some higher power, Mingyu finally gets his chance when he drops his marketing class to transfer into a web design course.

The first thing he notices when he walks into the lecture hall is a pretty designer bag with it’s even prettier owner digging through it. Mingyu doesn’t notice the large smile that breaks out into his face, but the people around him certainly do.

“Hi, Y/N.”

You look up just as your hand wraps around your favorite lip gloss. It’s very ironic how your heart stutters at the sight of the six foot something jock standing over you despite being so adamant in denying your growing attraction to him. To be fair, Kim Mingyu is so insanely attractive that it’s only a natural human response to feel a little heat at the sight of him. You’re quick to school your expression as you offer him a greeting in return.

Mingyu’s smile doesn’t falter even as you ignore him to apply the sparkly lip gloss that makes your lips look much more irresistible than they already do. “Is this seat taken?”

You don’t look away from the small mirror in your hand. As much as you’d like to lie to him, you know it won’t get him to leave you alone. “No.”

It’s not a big win, but a win nonetheless. Mingyu is quick to slide into the chair beside yours, already exuding major golden retriever energy. You have to hide your smile because this large guy is too cute for his own good. You doubt he even knows it.

“Listen… I’m really sorry I spilled coffee on you the other day. Let me make it up to you—”

“It’s just clothes.” You tell him sincerely. “And you already said sorry, so we’re cool.”

Of course it’s not the response he’s looking for, but it is a way in. Mingyu grins at you. “So, friends?”

It would’ve been easy to tell him that you have all the friends you need, but something inside you refuses to be the one to wipe that stupidly endearing grin off his face. So you purse your lips and reluctantly nod, fighting a smile when the giant next to you visibly brightens at your response.

You ignore the jerk in your chest and pretend that you don’t feel like you’ve just signed a deal with the devil.

“Seungkwan says you’re this close to fucking Kim Mingyu.”

You look up from your phone to see less than a centimeter of space between Seungcheol’s thumb and index finger. He’s raising one of his prominent brows at you, silently demanding an explanation. The expression on his face would’ve been funny to you if you didn’t feel so called out. Which is insane because there’s literally nothing going on between you and the stupidly endearing jock who has taken to following you around.

“Seungkwan has the perception of a fucking ant.”

Your words sound like moronic nonsense even to you, but it’s your only line of defense right now. If you slipped up even the slightest bit, then your best friend would know that you kind of sort of felt attracted to Mingyu.

“Yeah? Then why is he lurking around here like he’s just waiting for me to leave?” Seungcheol nods toward the tall jock who’s trying very hard to be inconspicuous but is failing miserably.

It’s physically painful for you to be so endeared by Mingyu. Especially when you notice that he has two coffees in his hands. You’re sure Seungcheol notices this too, but luckily for you he doesn’t comment on it. Instead he’s only giving you that inquisitive stare that he gets when he’s about to force an answer out of you.

“I don’t know!” You lie like you’re not aware that Mingyu is waiting for you so you two can walk to class together. “Who cares about that, anyway? You still haven’t given me an answer about helping out in my figure sculpture class.”

This is enough to get Cheol to get off the Mingyu thing and turn bright red. “I’m not posing nude for a bunch of strangers! I don’t even know why you feel so comfortable with potentially drawing… all of me.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. I think you forget that I’m the one who cleaned you up at Vernon’s graduation party.”

Seungcheol grimaces but doesn’t try to refute your words. Instead he tells you he’ll be by after your class and leaves quickly. Belatedly, you realize he still didn’t give you a straight answer.

“What’s wrong?”

You don’t realize you’re scowling until you see the frown on Mingyu’s own face. The genuine concern always has your stupid heart acting up like it’s about to jump out of your chest and into the jock’s grasp.

“Nothing. Seungcheol’s just the ultimate meanie.” You say as he silently hands you the coffee that’s meant for you. “But you know all about that.”

Mingyu offers you a laugh because it’s true. There’s a reason he kept a distance whenever he saw your best friend was around. He’s just happy that you don’t actually seem to mind his company despite not wanting him in that way.

Of course that doesn’t mean he’s going to stop trying. Especially after what he finds when you let him look at your sketchbook that you always have on you.

When Mingyu stumbles on not one, but several beautifully drawn portraits, he can’t stop himself from commenting on it. The burning feeling growing in his chest forces him to, much to his chagrin.

“You have a lot of drawings of Seungcheol.” He says as he continues to flip the pages only to find more sketches of the point guard. “Like a lot.”

Mingyu knows he sounds like he’s extremely jealous, which, to be fair, he is.

You spare the large football player a glance as he continuous to flip through the many sketches you have of your best friend. His pout is probably one of the cutest things you’ve ever seen, and you can’t understand how someone so fatally attractive can resemble an adorable puppy.

“Yeah.” You answer mindlessly as you get back to your online shopping. “He’s pretty so I draw him a lot.”

Mingyu refuses to acknowledge the bile that rises up his throat when you call Seungcheol pretty. It’s not like you’re wrong, but he wishes you would say something to the same effect about him. He decides to sulk quietly until he stumbles on a particularly racy drawing of that stupid basketball player you call your best friend.

“Did you draw him naked!?”

You look up at the loud screech, feeling a wave of embarrassment come over you when you realize that almost everyone in the room had turned to stare at you. All you can do is shake your head and slap Mingyu’s beefy arm. You’re too irritated to think about how hard and big he is.

“What are you talking about?” You hiss at him.

He silently shows you the drawing of a shirtless Seungcheol you did a few months ago. You hadn’t even drawn the bottom half, but you had purposely sketched his v-line kind of low as if he had been naked. It almost makes you laugh, but instead you only roll your eyes.

“He was wearing pants. And even if he had been naked, it would’ve been purely artistic.”

You sound sincere, but jealousy always clouds reason. “Purely artistic? Are you sure?”

“I don’t fuck my friends.” You say as you snatch the book back from him. “That’s why I’ll never fuck you.”

Mingyu might’ve felt like you were being serious, but he catches the imperceptible waver in your voice. He smirks to himself as he leans back in his seat. You don’t notice the smugness radiating from him because soon your professor is starting the class.

It was only a matter of time before you gave into him, and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure it happened sooner rather than later.

You feel like the universe is laughing at you.

There’s a good possibility that this is just all a coincidence, but you know Kim Mingyu. He did this on purpose.

“Why haven’t you started?”

You grit your teeth and resist the urge to snap at Jeonghan. It’s not his fault the jock that has been the (secret) object of your fantasies is standing twelve feet away from you, posing completely naked.

“I mean, I can’t really blame you. This new model is fucking hot.”

“He’s okay.” You manage to mutter as you finally pick up your pencil to start sketching.

You almost feel like walking out, but you know that if you do, you’ll never hear the end of it from your friend or the stupidly attractive guy you’re about to draw. This would’ve been easier if Mingyu wasn’t so perfectly sculpted. Every ridge and muscle was so prominent and sexy that you had a vague urge to just go up there and lick him.

This included his cock. God, was it pretty. The long, veiny organ between his legs was also thick—the kind of thick that had you wondering if you would be able to fully wrap your hand around it.

You couldn’t even imagine what it would look like if he was hard.

This is perhaps the most distracted you’ve ever been while drawing, and you fucking hate it. As if hiding your blatant desire wasn’t hard enough, Mingyu just has to stare directly at you the entire time he’s posing. You angrily lick your lips, shifting in your seat to try and subtly relieve the throbbing you feel in your cunt. The universe is definitely laughing at you because the satin thong you chose to wear is already completely soiled.

You grit you teeth and start with the outline of his tall figure, trying your hardest not to hide behind your canvas while also trying not to stare too much. It’s a double edged sword that you don’t know how to handle, and you feel like you’re seconds away from getting cut.

Mingyu has never felt his confidence fall so low in his entire life.

Sure, he knows you’re in class and this assignment is for a grade, but how can you have no reaction at all? Your pretty eyes hold no traces of heat or desire whenever you look at him then back to your canvas. The muted expression on your cute face is also killing him because it seems almost unimpressed.

He feels like he’s back at that frat party all over again.

The most pathetic part is that he’s trying his hardest to not get an erection. Even if you don’t seem to be fazed by the sight of his naked body, there’s a large part of him that’s extremely turned on just knowing that you’re drawing every part of him.

“His dick is so pretty.” You hear the girl next to you sigh dreamily.

It makes you want to throttle her because she’s right. Mingyu has the prettiest cock you’ve ever seen on a man, and you’re pretty sure that if you’re forced to look at it any longer, you’re going to ruin your jeans.

By the time your class ends, you feel like you’re two seconds away from crying because of how horny you feel. The ache between your legs has never been this bad, and you need to get home so you can take care of yourself with your shiny new toy that came in the mail a few days ago.

Unfortunately, Mingyu—who’s now wearing a fucking robe—decides to put a damper on your would be plans. You have to control your expression because the asshole just looks so good in a robe, and now that you know what’s beneath it, you know you won’t be able to keep up your facade for much longer.

“So what did you think?”

His grin is that same one that you became endeared with long ago, but now it just fuels the burning in your core. Fuck. You need to get away from him immediately.

“Your pose was very good for an amateur. I’m surprised maintained it the entire time.”

Mingyu is both delighted and disappointed by your answer. And before he can say anything else, he sees your eyes light up as you look behind him. “Cheol!”

You skip over to your best friend who’s waiting for you by the door with his signature scowl firm in place. Mingyu can’t hide his frown as you leave without even saying bye.

“It seems to me like you’ve made no progress.”

Mingyu isn’t a violent guy. He prefers to resolve things by talking, but man does he want to rip Seokmin’s tongue out right now. It’s not like he’s actually angry at his friend, but he can’t stand the fact that you’re in his frat house, completely ignoring him. When he invited you, he thought you’d at least come up and say hi, but you seemed more interested in talking to Joshua fucking Hong—a.k.a Mr. I Lost My Virginity To My Hot Cheerleader Girlfriend.

When he sees you laugh at something the nerd says, again, he just snaps and walks into the kitchen where you two are. Once again, Mingyu feels like he’s been dropped into an alternate universe because how the hell does the chemist have more game than him?

“Joshy.” His voice is deceptively cheerful. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

His friend’s boyfriend only rolls his eyes. “I was forced to come. We’re going to leave soon, though.”

Within seconds, Josh is able to pick up on the tension between you and Mingyu. He’s heard all about how the jock is practically in love with you from his lovely girlfriend. Usually, Josh has no interest in the affairs of others, but Mingyu is the one who basically made his relationship happen. And he’ll probably never be able to repay him in full, however, what he was about to do would be a good start.

“But Y/N wants to stay a little longer. You’re cool to take her home, right?”

Mingyu thinks you’ll protest, but to his surprise you’re looking at him expectantly. He mechanically nods, not taking his eyes off you even when Josh announces that he’s leaving.

“Why haven’t you said anything to me all night?” Is the first thing he says when Josh is out of earshot.

His cute pout is doing things to you, and you wish you could blame it on the alcohol coursing through your veins. “You saw me, but you didn’t say hi either. Guess you don’t like me as much as I thought you did.”

Mingyu frowns and backs you into the counter, effectively trapping you by putting both of his arms on either side of your body. He leans close until your faces are inches apart.

“Baby, I don’t think you actually realize how much I like you.”

Your heart pounds at the pet name, and you wonder if he can hear it over the loud music. It’s a miracle that your next words come out strong and with some conviction. “Yeah? Well, when I feel like having a pity fuck, I’ll let you know.”

Mingyu only smirks and leans back. He trails a hand down your arm and gently grips your pinky and ring finger. “Dance with me?”

Just as you’re about to say yes, Seungcheol and Seungkwan enter the kitchen. Unlike you’re expecting, Mingyu doesn’t let go of you. Instead he steps a bit closer to you as your friends approach. You feel hot all over, and you aren’t too sure if it has to do with the hunk beside you, Seungkwan’s Cheshire Cat grin, or Seungcheol’s piercing glare.

“Y/N.” Seungkwan breaks the silence. “We’re leaving soon. Are you coming?”

“No.” You say, leaning back into Mingyu. “I’ll text you guys when I get home, though.”

The tension thickens, but luckily for you, your friends accept your answer. You furrow your eyebrows when you Seungcheol whispers something in Mingyu’s ear before leaving the kitchen with your other friend in toe. You ask Mingyu what was said but he only gives you that pretty smile of his and pulls you away to the living room.

You don’t realize how the time flies until you get a text from Seungkwan asking if you’ve made it home safely. By now, the drinks you had are wearing off, and you’re ready to go home. You type out your response before telling Mingyu that you’re going to get and Uber so he doesn’t have to worry about taking you home since he had a few drinks as well.

“I’m not letting you go alone.” He says as he follows you outside.

“Okay. Just spend the night with me then.”

Mingyu waits for you to say you’re not being serious, but it never comes. His heart pounds as he follows you into the car. It gets worse when you wrap an arm around his own and place your hand over his. All he can feel is your warmth as you snuggle into him, seemingly not fazed by the intimacy of your actions.

It all feels like a dream to him when you guide him up to your luxury apartment. He’s awed with how spacious and lavish it is.

“Gyu.”

His heart stutters at the nickname, and immediately he snaps his attention to you like an obedient puppy. “Yeah?”

“I’m in the mood for a pity fuck.”

You two stare at each other, and for the first time, Mingyu sees a carnal heat in you shining eyes. He swallows thickly, feeling his cock twitch. “You’re drunk—”

“I had a couple of drinks hours ago. Are you going to fuck me or do I have to take care of myself?”

You’re not sure how you got to this point, but you hardly care. Mingyu’s large hands feel too good against your hot skin for you to focus on anything else. He’s taking his time to feel up the length of your legs, and you briefly wonder if this is his way of getting his pay back for all the times you told him you didn’t want to fuck him.

“Gyu...”

God, he’ll never get tired of hearing you call him that.

“What is it, baby?” He coos against your thigh, gently nipping at the skin.

You’re already trembling for him and he has yet to touch you where he's been dying to. Still, he wants to savor this moment for as long as he can.

“Fuck, please just do something. Anything!”

Vaguely, you have this thought that maybe you’re being a little too needy and desperate, but just the thought of having those pretty lips wrapped around your clit and bringing you to ecstasy has you literally dripping all over the sheets.

“If you tell me that,” he pauses and looks up at you with a grin, pretty canines on full display. “Then it kind of seems like this isn’t just a pity fuck.”

You whine out in frustration, and Mingyu is sure he’s never seen a hotter sight. Your reactions and arousal is all evidence of the desire you’ve been denying that you have for him. And once you admit it, he’s going to absolutely ruin you.

“You know it’s not.” You say through a frustrated groan. “So just eat me out already!”

Mingyu complies with a smug laugh, but his laughter is soon replaced by an animalistic groan when he gets a taste of your juices. He’s gentle with his movements at first, but as soon as he sees the starry-eyes look you’re giving him, he dives in like a starved man.

“Fuh-Fuck!” You moan out, grinding your cunt onto his tongue with a neediness that has his cock throbbing in desire.

The lower half of his face is covered in your juices, and the sight is enough to get you to clench on his tongue. His hands push your thighs farther apart as he shoves his tongue deeper into your aching cunt. He harshly pulls you toward him, encouraging your needy humps against his face.

“This all for me, princess?” He teases, his voice sending vibrations straight to your clit.

Your fingers trail down your naked body until they latch on to his dark hair as your dripping pussy clenches around his tongue. He pulls back a bit when you don’t immediately answer him.

“I asked you a question, baby. You already too fucked out to answer me? I haven’t even started yet.”

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer before he dives back in to where you need him the most. Desire ignites in his veins as his cock is twitching and leaking on your silk sheets. Mingyu groans against you as you chant his name like a mantra. He thinks he’ll go crazy when you meet every swipe of his tongue with an eager grind of your hips.

Lewd squelching noises fill the room as he fucks you with the muscle, lazily blinking up at you when your hips grind against his face. “Such a sweet pussy. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Desire is thick in his voice as you arch into his mouth. “Mingyu!”

You feel like your head is swimming when his tongue splits through your folds, slurping at the slick that’s gathered between them before he’s dragging it up to roll over your clit. The sight of Mingyu so fucked out on your taste, eyes rolling back like it’s his first taste of heaven only makes you feel even better.

He closes his lips around your bud, suckling languidly until more pretty moans are spilling from your mouth. Your clit starts to feel firmer when he flattens his tongue against it, messy with his spit and your arousal. Mingyu thinks heaven does exist, and it’s between your thighs. When he looks up to see your head thrown back in pleasure, moaning for him, he knows that if he’s in heaven then you’re definitely an angel.

“Mingyu!”

His cock seeps with precum at the first taste of your cream on his tongue. The entire lower half of his face glistens with your juices as he laps up everything you give to him so eagerly. Mingyu doesn’t stop his movements until the aftershocks of pleasure feel like they burn you with each kitten lick he gives your cunt.

“Gyu.” You breathe out, gently pushing his head away. “I need your cock.”

When he rises up and sits back, you salivate at the sight of his hard, throbbing cock. You think you might be in love with the sight. “Fuck.” You groan as you trail your hands up his hard body while licking your lips. “You don’t know how bad I’ve wanted to fuck you since I saw you naked.”

Mingyu hides the smirk growing on his face with a pout. “That’s the only time?”

“No, but fuck. You’re so hot. Just wait until I finish my portrait of you, then you’ll know.”

That’s all it takes for him to smash his lips on to yours, messily running his tongue against your lower lip. You swallow each other’s moans, both needy and desperate with your movements. He slips an arm under your waist, tugging you closer to him as he slowly teasing your messy entrance with his weeping cock.

Mingyu keeps kissing you deeply, tongue licking into your mouth possessively. He’s overwhelmed with the smell and taste of you, and he just knows that after this he won’t ever be able to let you go.

“Oh fuck.”

Your moan when he slowly eases his cock inside you nearly have Mingyu coming right then and there. Your sweet pussy us sucking him in, clamping down on him and massaging his aching dick with your velvety walls. He feels like he’s drunk as he starts to roll his hips into you, giant balls gently hitting your ass.

The gentleness of his movements have your head swimming, and you can’t help it buck your hips up to meet his thrusts. Mingyu is obsessed with how well your tight cunt is taking his cock. His eyes are wide with unadulterated adoration as you moan out his name and use all your strength to pull him closer to you.

“Fuck, baby. You’re taking my cock so good.” He groans as he sets a rougher pace. “Best pussy I’ve ever had. Wanted you for so long.”

The way your cunt squeezes him only makes him fuck you harder, loving the sight of your tits bouncing with every harsh thrust he gives you. His hips are rolling into you desperately, chasing the friction the warm walls of your dripping cunt offers him, squeezing him in until it’s almost hard to move.

Mingyu angles his hips to slam his cock into the spot that has you seeing stars. You let out a loud cry as you gush around him, coating his dick and balls with your juices. It almost feels like you’re suffocating his cock, but he doesn’t slow his pace.

“Fucking love your dick, Gyu!”

Your moans soon turn into incoherent cries when he slips a hand down to rub circles on your swollen pussy. The actions push you over the edge, and Mingyu can’t contain his loud moan when your orgasm coats his cock.

“That’s it, baby. Cream all over my cock.”

You don’t care that you’re starting to feel delirious from how Mingyu keeps fucking you. The feeling of his cock slamming into you feels too good. Mingyu’s loud moan when he finally releases his hot cum inside you.

Mingyu’s thrusts don’t stop. He fucks him cum back into you, aching cock still chasing another high. The sight of you gone dumb on his cock has him pushing up your legs up to your chest, both of you groaning at the new angle that allows him to fuck you deeper. The wet slapping sound from your mixed releases fills your room, and all you can focus on is how his cock is splitting you open.

“Look at how dumb you get for my cock.” Mingyu says through his groans. “I knew you wanted to fuck me this whole time.”

You manage to smirk at him. “Not as bad as you wanted to fuck me.”

His thrusts get harsher and sharper. You can only mewl at the feeling, knowing you’re on the brink of coming again. Mingyu’s throbbing cock drags against your hot cunt, twitching sporadically when you softly mewl his name. The sound shoots straight to his dick as he lets out another groan.

“That’s right, princess. And now I’m never letting you go.”

You let out a wanton moan at his words. “Gyu, I’m gonna—”

You’re cut off by your own cry of ecstasy. Just the sight of you coating his pelvic area with your orgasm is enough to trigger his own. Mingyu shoots ropes of sticky cum inside you, stuffing you full of his seed until it leaks out and drips on to your sheets. He half collapses on top of you, not putting his full wait on you.

“I’m being serious.” Mingyu says as he pulls out of you and rolls you over so you’re on top of him. “I don’t plan on letting you go.”

You smile sleepily against his broad chest. “I don’t plan to, either. You’re my only exception.”

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Naughty Little Secret Pt.2

Reactions of Genshin men finding your spicy literature.

Ft. Childe, Albedo, and Alhaitham (Aka blue eyed boy edition)

(PART 1) Ft. Diluc, Cyno, and Thoma (PART 3) Ft. Scaramouche, Itto, and Xiao

Tags: PG-13, Sexual Themes, GN!Reader, Technically SFW, Crushes, TW!Blood (Albedo) but it’s very mild, LOTS OF TEASING Notes: I swear my first time writing a character always turns out so long. I so appreciate everyone cheering me on tho! Feel free to send suggestions to my inbox! 💘(Repost!)

Childe

Spicy romance novels were your guilty pleasure. After a rough week at work, you deserved to sit back at Yanshang Teahouse and let the flow of words on the pages guide your imagination. You held your newest purchase in your hand and pondered if the cover art was a coincidence. Perhaps deep down, you subconsciously picked the book with a pretty ginger boy on the cover.

Tartagalia hadn’t visited Liyue in a while... and maybe there was a part of you that missed the tall handsome Snezhnayan boy just a tiny bit. You were a tad totally heartbroken when your friend departed from the harbor. He would come by your work quite often just to chat and whenever he had time to kill. Eventually, his company and charming words just became a part of your routine. It was impossible not to be dazzled by the boy’s abundant attention. But as time passed and you felt confident that you were completely over your little crush. You shook your head of those thoughts, it wasn’t important why you chose the book you did. You were here to enjoy yourself and you were hell bound to do just that.

The orange haired protagonist finds himself swept up in trouble much bigger than himself. To protect what’s dearest to him, he becomes a spy to an organization he holds no loyalty to. While behind enemy lines, he meets a girl who sees right through the mask he puts on. She not only figures out he’s a spy, but also sees his bleeding heart that has the ability to turn for the better. Your heart ached for the boy. The way he was stuck between his duties and who he loved made you feel endless sympathy for the protag. He had to betray one in the end to accomplish the other.

His mission was going to be completed in the morning. After that, he would never see the girl again. The handsome ginger spilled his feeling, laying himself out bare to the girl he loved. She knows, she always did, and she wanted to show him now on their last night. Emotions flood forward as their bodies tangle with one another. He wants her to feel his earnest passion. He wants to bring her joy, to bring her the happiness she deserved, to bring her pleasure... A low familiar whistle pulled your mind from the scene. No way...

“Huh, so this is what you do while I’m away...” A cheeky voice teased. You whipped your head to look at the widest shit eating grin that you’ve ever seen since.... well since he left.

“Tartagalia? What- When did you?” You were reeling and sputtered in surprise and embarrassment. You attempted redirect his attention and tuck the novel behind you as a last ditch effort to save your pride. But alas, Ajax was not known to be a merciful guy.

“Ah ah ah Y/N, I hadn’t got a good look at that last page. I just have to know about those ‘rippling abs’ mentioned.” Childe playfully reached behind you and snagged the book from your grip. You tried to swipe it back but his reflexes were too fast. “You don’t mind sharing right?”

“I’m serious give it back Childe!” You threatened, but it only spurred him further. He had a whole head up on you, and was talking full advantage of it. Childe held the book open above you and dramatically cleared his throat before reciting naughty lines from the passages. Your felt your face burn red in both embarrassment and now absolute fury.

This kid was so dead!

Albedo

There was urgency in your steps while you trekked through the snowy path. You visited Dragonspine enough times to know the beaten trail even when covered in fresh snow, but it was still your least favorite part of coming to the lab. If you had to list your favorite part, well...... your friend Albedo wasn’t exactly terrible to look at. You were glad to see him again so soon. Typically, you purposely spaced out your visits up the mountain, but when you received a letter asking for your assistance in a research matter you really couldn’t say no.

As junior librarian of the knights, you were tasked with dropping off books and other study material to Albedo’s lab. It’s a grueling task but the two of you got along very well so you were always happy to do it. That being said, you weren’t exactly a person of science and opted reading into history and arts most times. Through years of knowing Albedo, you had to set a clear cut boundary on being a test rat for the alchemist. So far he has respected your wishes, so you didn’t assume it was why he’d call you out here. The curiosity was almost as bad as the blistering cold hitting your nose. As soon as the light illuminating from the lab was in view, you rushed forward desperate for warmth.

“Y/N, I’ve been awaiting you.” Albedo greeted you kindly.

“Hey Albe-” The words died in your throat when you caught sight of your friend. The blond’s hair was free from its usual up-do, messy locks framed the boys handsome features and flowed over his shoulders. Albedo’s neat attire was now lax, his knightly accessories nowhere to be seen. What could be seen was the expanse of the alchemist’s collarbone since two additional buttons were undone on his dress shirt. Somehow even while fully clothed, it felt indecent to witness him like this. “Is... everything alright Albedo?” You asked, averting your eyes to keep from ogling your friend.

“Of course.” Albedo answered easily, his voice was low and sultry. “Please take a seat Y/N. I have something urgent that needs your eyes.” He directed you, cocking his head towards the small table. Your brain was short circuiting and all you could think to do was obediently sit. You had never seen the serious and calculated man like this but you weren’t exactly complaining either. Albedo served you a cup of hot tea and opted to lean against the table instead of sitting.

“So... um what did you need me to look at.” You asked awkwardly, unsure what to do with yourself.

“Well obviously I want you to look at me Y/N” A light smirk formed across Albedo’s lips and he smoothly leaned over your chair. Your eyes followed every single movement while your face quickly began to heat up. Where was all of this coming from? Should you be concerned?

“W- what do you mean by that?” You blurted out, mind racing a mile a minute.

“I want you to-” Everything came to a screeching halt when your chair, that Albedo had been leaning on, began to tilt backwards. Both you and blond were sent crashing to the ground, ruining any kind of mood that was building. Your head ached from where you bumped it but Albedo intentionally took the brunt of it, completely face-planting into the hard floor.

“Albedo are you alright??” You hovered over him. The boy simply turned to you and blinked. His stoic expression was more akin to what you typically were used to.

“I apologize Y/N. It seems I didn’t fully grasp the concepts in the experiment before executing it. Are you hurt?” He stood up and carefully helped you to your feet. He examined you for any signs of injury, regardless of his obviously bleeding nose.

“Im good, the chair broke most of my fall. You on the other hand...” You grabbed a handkerchief and try to assist him. “Wait... experiment? Is that what this is all about?” You accused, slightly irked.

“Yes, I saw a fascinating book among the study material you left behind recently. I assumed that it was a new subject you had recommended for me.” Albedo stated simply. “Its contents was um... quite intimate at times, but I thought it was a interesting perspective on forming human connections.” You felt froze, but this time not from the blistering cold.

“Did the book have um.... did it have a pair of cuffs on the front?” You asked, praying to the archons that you were mistaken.

“Yes, I studied it extensively.” Albedo replied without a hint of shame on his features. You replayed his interactions and what had just transpired in your head and looked back over to your friend.

“Okay two things. One, don’t you dare breathe a word to anyone about that book or else I’ll be very upset with you. And two, that was fucking hilarious.” You bursted out in laughter at the absurdity of the whole happenstance. Albedo gazed back at you confused, but your amusement was undeniably infectious. He smiled fondly back at you. Although the experiment couldn’t be labeled a success, the outcome was still one he found pleasing.

Alhaitham

It was grueling working in the Akademiya recently. The overthrow of power left everyone with plenty to do. You would go mad from attending meeting after meeting if you didn’t have some sort of stress outlet. Writing was a way you liked to ease your mind, like an escape of sorts. You loved writing loose plots for light novels and dreamed to one day send an entry to the “Wow This Novel is Amazing!” contest in Inazuma. You were far from a finished manuscript, but it’s days like these that gave you inspiration. After working through piles of paperwork, you earned yourself a moment of indulgence. Especially when stress was eating you alive, your scenes tended to take a turn for the... suggestive.

The scene opened to the main character pondering why their mentor kept themselves at arms length. She respected him immensely and strives to uphold his reputation by improving her skill. He was young and handsome, skilled far beyond his years. They held a close bond, closer than either of them have ever experienced. Now it was unclear why he was giving her such a cold shoulder. She confronts her mentor about the reasons behind his actions. He expresses his pride in her, how she has come far in the their time together. But for her to achieve new highs, she must leave him behind. His feelings for her would only be a hindrance now.

She felt the tension between them for some time now. It was lingered in soft bushes between fingers, meaningful glances over meals, and caring gestures done without thinking. She’s fallen for the beautiful man, to a point that it wasn’t logical. No words need to be exchanged, only body heat. Arms hold onto the other in yearning desperation. Lips hungrily meet, as if they’ll never to be sated. Her want clouds all her senses and she could feel his willingness to give her everything, all of him. Hot needy breaths trail down her body, discarding any clothes that stood barrier, until he finally put his mouth directly on-

“Busy Y/N?” The amused man asked from the doorway. You jump in response, quickly pushing aside the parchment that you were writing on.

“Alhaitham! What are you doing here?” You pipe up, surprised to see your friend for more than one reason. Alhaitham had been promoted to acting grand sage while the rest was still settling, he had to be incredibly busy.

“I see you’re not very excited to see me,” Alhaitham teased, strolling casually into your office anyway. “Even after I went through the trouble of coming to grab the data reports myself and pay you a visit.” He tsked.

“You came to see me? Ah, so you need a favor.” You playfully jabbed back, easily finding comfort in the other’s company. It really had been quite a while. If it weren’t for the man’s inflated ego, you might have told him that you’ve missed him.

“You wound me. It’s not an oddity for colleagues reconnect reminisce while also carrying out an errand for the acting great sage.” Alhaitham replied smoothly, not bothering to go through the motions and pretend to act hurt.

“Yikes, already pulling the ‘acting great sage’ card.” You chuckle. Alhaitham and you have worked closely together for years, so you didn’t mind going out of your way to do him a favor. But maybe one day he would learn that all he had to do was ask nicely.

“It would be foolish to not use the assets as they are presented to me.” The former scribe shrugged. He opened his mouth as if to continue the witty banter, but a beep from on his person alerted him of something. “I’ll have to brief you later. I’ll just take the data reports and be on my way.”

“Right, here it goes.” You handed him the prepared stack of papers on your desk and just like that Alhaitham was gone, off to his next endeavor. Wow he really is swamped now a days. You thought, ready to get back into your writing. Ideas kept flowing through you as you looked for the parchment you just had.... Wait it was just right here. Oh no.

“ALHAITHAM! I NEED THE DATA REPOR-” You barged into acting grand sage’s office, which was no easy feat. You were stopped again and again by all the matra crawling about. Your mouth ran dry when spotted the parchment in the smirking man’s hands. You wished the floor would just open up and swallow you whole so that you wouldn’t have to look at that cocky handsome face.

“The data report? Certainly, it’s right over there on the desk.” Alhaitham stated, not bothering to take his eyes off your handwriting. “I’m still going over some of it now and I have to say, it’s quite in depth.” He went on.

“You are such a jerk! Give it!” You resorted to trying to snatch it, but the former scribe easily turned away without sparing you even a single glance. You knew what he wanted and damn did it feel like making a deal with the devil. “I’ll owe you a favor, no questions asked. Just hand it over and keep your mouth shut.”

“Two favors.” He bargained without batting an eye.

“You’re pushing it-”

“One is for my silence and the other for the safe return of your... passion project.” Alhaitham interjected, finally tearing his eyes from your writing to shoot you a glance above the paper. You willed a stern expression onto your face, even while a furious blush bloomed cross your cheeks. A curt nod sealed the agreement and the man casually returned the parchment to you as promised. You snatched the paper from him and averted your gaze.

“Y/N you have quite the knack for imagery.” Alhaitham added slyly. You expected he would tease you a little longer, so you braced yourself for the worst. What you did’t expect was the tall man to lean over you with his hand braced on the desk. Your eyes shot up to his in surprise. “If you’re ever in need for another peer review, I’d be happy to offer my services.” He winked.

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dearmura · 9 months

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hiii dk if you're still taking reqs, but could you plss write soft mornings with bf!riki x reader (non idol au), where they both decide to sleep in for the day and just kiss each other a lot 😭😭

moonlight sunrise

☆ cw. none (not proofread like usual)

☆ pairings. bf! riki × fem! reader

☆ genre. fluff, crack, established relationship

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

beep

groaning in annoyance, you let out a grumble along the lines of it being too early before blindly reaching for the 'dismiss' button. slowly fluttering your eyes open, your gaze is welcomed by the soft hue of the morning light peering through the sheer curtains. as you attempt to sit up, you hear a grumble from beside you, making you giggle sleepily

leaning over, you place a soft kiss on the boy's crown and recover his upper half with the comforter

"morning, handsome" you sweetly greet, attempting to pull yourself away once more to make breakfast only to be pulled back into bed by the boy, who spoons you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and tangles his legs in yours

"morning, angel" his deep, morning voice softly groans in your ear, his hot breath tickling you ear, making you squirm slightly as a chill ran down your spine

"missed you so much" he softly whispers in your ear, pulling you impossibly closer to him as he places gentle kisses on your neck, making you giggle

"we were literally asleep, ki? what do you mean you missed me?" you questioned with an amused grin, making him sigh before explaining

"but when we sleep, I close my eyes and can't see your pretty face. so I missed you" he pouted with a fake cry at the end, making you scoff at his sheer clinginess, not that you mind though

"okay okay you big cry baby, I'm here now" you teased, turning yourself to face him now, earning a genuine smile out of the boy who held you close once more

letting yourself melt into his hold, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, feeling utterly complete and safe in the boy's arms. for a while, you two laid like that in silence, though, not an uncomfortable one. as the seconds turned into minutes, you enjoyed each other's company, whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears and never forgetting the place a couple of pecks here and there

"just wanna stay like this forever" the boy whispered in a tone you can only assume wasn't meant to be out loud. he felt as though he became a different person around you, a better person. one more honest with himself. one who felt no shame in being himself. the genuine comfort your presence alone brought him was something he couldn't put into words as much as he tried. he felt that same feeling as the words slipped past his lips. he became an open book in your presence. his thoughts failing to be contained in his own head when your presence was so intoxicating

you blush at his words, nuzzling yourself into him. naturally, him being so tall only made you fall just below his chin. though, you didn't see any reason to complain, finding it as an excuse to leave an ungodly amount of kisses across the expanse of his neck, which you chose to do now

gently lifting his chin, you start by placing little pecks all over his neck. below his jaw, under his ears, on his adam's apple, everywhere. your touch was feather-soft, intoxicating

"more" he softly whispers, drunk off the attention you were giving him (imagine that one live where he gets all sulky cuz Jungwon stopped petting his hair)

being in a teasing mood, you giggle, making him furrow his brows in confusion. before his reflexes could catch up to him, you jolt up from bed

"only if you can catch me~" you tease, running out of the room with a meniacle laugh he can only scoff at. almost immediately, he follows right after you with a whine, really desperate for more of your attention poor baby

you confidently run through the halls of your home, knowing your headstart gave you a huge advantage over the boy. though, your victory is short-lived when a pair of arms wraps around your waist and pulls you back

"gotcha, princess" his deep voice rings in your ear again, making you not so upset that you had lost this time

you surrender to the boy, knowing you didn't stand a chance against his strength. he giggles before throwing you over his shoulder, making you yelp, kicking your feet in protest

"Riki?? What the-" "you owe me one...or two...or three...you owe me lots of kisses for that stunt you pulled back there. now get back to work" he spoke as he opened the door to your room, laying you down on the bed before joining you soon after, pulling you into his arms and tapping his neck to signal that you continue your previous actions

this was going to be a long day

fin

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #ni ki enhypen #niki fluff #niki x reader #niki x you #nishimura niki #enha x reader #enha imagines #ni ki

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neonscandal · 3 months

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Hello, I'm new here and I really liked your tumblr. I would like it if you could answer my question. Don't you think Saturo is a little needy, you know he always wants to get people's attention, he always wants to force a friendship, that scares me a little, he can even be unnecessary sometimes.

Hiii! I literally have no idea how you came across my blog but I'm happy if it made you feel welcome ❤️ Thanks for reaching out.

Don't be scared by the tall man with the impossible eyes and bulk volume suffering. He's here to help! ✨

I mean, you pretty accurately described Gojo, tbqh. He is needy, I wouldn't say he wants to get people's attention... but he has it, anyway, he is desperately reaching out for human connection, he frequently ponders and is consumed by the unnecessary (just as much as the necessary) and people tend to conflate his strength with his identity.

How do we put one at ease with this larger than life personality? We speedrun it, of course. The best way to empathize with someone is to understand how they got from point A to point D and this is as it applies in real life, too. Consider this my humble offering toward this threat I made a few years ago. Going to avoid spoilers beyond what's been animated but this is still going to be a long one so strap in! JK there's a minor spoiler that's marked (⚠️) but it's not a major plot point.

IN DEFENSE OF GOJO

A mostly unsolicited essay ✨

Before we get into how Gojo became Gojo, let's look at the basic information we know about jujutsu society in universe.

Curses are formed by negative emotional runoff, typically from people who can't control cursed energy.

There are humans who are born with cursed techniques but the brains of humans so their powers were dormant until Kenjaku!Geto activated them in the last episode of season 2.

Those with power that are beyond the comprehension of the elders happen to find themselves carrying death sentences (as it applies to Yuta Okkotsu and Yuji Itadori, specifically).

There are 3 Big Families: the Gojo, Kamo, and Zenin Clans, likened to nobility, which have been active since the Golden Age of Jujutsu hundreds of years ago.

Generally, the Gojo clan inherits the Limitless technique. Six Eyes is a lot less frequent and both techniques haven't manifested in one user in over 100 years until Gojo was born. (Purple or Hollow Purple is another hidden move which each family has some extra razzle dazzle offshoots from their main cursed technique.)

Kamo clan passes along Blood Manipulation (re: Choso, Noritoshi Kamo, the Kyoto student, and Noritoshi Kamo, the blemish on the Kamo clan who created the cursed womb paintings)

Zenin clan has the Ten Shadows Technique (re: Megumi. Bear in mind, previously a Zenin Ten Shadows user fought a Gojo Six Eyes + Limitless user and the fight ended in a stalemate that resulted in both of their deaths).

Anomalies, like that of Maki and Toji, exist even in these age old clans where an heir is born without the ability to manipulate cursed energy and/or see curses.

Of the above and those of the main cast specifically, the inheritors of these generations' old techniques have pretty shit origin stories. They are privileged but cursed in a way. Heavy is the head, and all.

BIG THREE FAMILY CULTURE

We haven't gotten a lot of insight into the Gojo clan except that it's basically a clan of one: Satoru Gojo.

Noritoshi, the Kyoto student, bears the name of the blot of the Kamo clan and is a bastard son who happened to inherit the familial technique. Because of this, he is shepherded into the fold of the Kamo the family, foisted into a position of responsibility, and separated from his "disgrace" of mother. She leaves him, knowing her presence would hold him back, and hopes that her sacrifice in doing so will enable him to better help others. ⚠️ However, when Kenjaku!Geto used remote Idle Transfiguration to awaken dormant vessels and dormant cursed technique users, the proper firstborn heir of the Kamo clan's inherited technique was awakened which swiftly saw Noritoshi's expulsion from his status and the clan.

The most damning evidence we have of the culture of these families is from the Zenin clan:

They terrorized Toji Zenin, despite his inhuman strength, simply because he was born without the ability to manipulate cursed energy. To the extent that an incident from his childhood left his face scarred and likely radicalized him into the sorcerer killer he is today.

Mai and Maki were gravely mistreated because, in addition to being girls, they were born twins which is considered highly unfavorable.

The twin superstition is "justified" by Mai's weak cursed technique and Maki's inability to see curses or manipulate cursed energy.

The misogynistic treatment of the girls is likely not uncommon within the Big Three families given 1) what we've seen happen to Kamo's mom, 2) the treatment of the twins' mother, and 3) the way that Gojo vehemently advises that Tsumiki would never be happy with the Zenin clan (as both a jujutsu outside and because she's a girl as determined by events that haven't been animated yet).

Empirically, from the above, we can extrapolate that familial ties don't mean shit in the Big Three Families, blood relations are tenuous at best. Tradition, power and hereditary techniques reign supreme to maintain status. Those outside of the blessed few are at the mercy of more powerful members of the family which will be more evident in season 3.

💡 As an aside, kinda interesting to think about Geto's ideology applied to these traditional families. In fact, I wonder if Geto cultivated his beliefs based on what Gojo told him about his family.

UNDERSTANDING THE CHARACTERIZATION OF GOJO

Now that we understand society as Gojo would have known it, let's get into how he experiences the world from birth.

Canonically, his birth shifted the power balance between sorcerers and curses. A lot of readers assume he has a god complex which, in addition to being categorically false, is more a reflection of his canonical in universe power. He is neither a god nor does he necessarily perceive himself to be one. But that's not to say he doesn't have a bit of an attitude problem.

He is born with both the Limitless and Six Eyes techniques which, again, hasn't happened in over 100 years. Subsequently, stronger curses are on the rise to compensate for this dramatic shift in power.

💡 Lowkey, I kinda headcanon that the influx of more powerful curses comes from the bitter resentment that periphery individuals must have harbored against Gojo because, let's be real. He's clearly Mappa's favorite and it brings out the anti in everybody IRL lol I can only imagine in universe if you were born to a jujutsu family and lost out on the genetic lottery when it came to cursed energy.

He explicitly draws the ire of curses and cursed users alike with a bounty that immediately incites an onslaught of first come, first serve mercenaries. As a child. Even Toji, the great sorcerer killer, tries to get the drop on a young Satoru Gojo but none are successful at coming close. Not even the invisible man.

From what we know of the Big Three above, the miracle of Gojo's inheritance would likely push him into a place of great power and influence within his clan, even from an early age. Further, we've seen what the burden of responsibility an inherited technique looks like as it applies to Noritoshi Kamo. Gojo would have been burdened with this status and, simultaneously, constantly placated by others so as to appease the miraculous heir.

Additionally, as we saw with Noritoshi, other clans may also have a vested interest in currying favor with the young heir because even proximity to Gojo creates a sense of power and status.

By blood, Yuta is a distant, distant cousin of Gojo's from a branch family and we see how OP he is.... Later in the story, Gege makes it a point to use the Great Satoru Gojo as a measure of power and, subsequently, more explicitly how close other characters' power, prowess or technique come close to that of Gojo's.

Subsequently, as the Kamo clan heir, Noritoshi tries to ingratiate himself to Megumi despite the fact that he's no longer even connected to the Zenin clan. He curses that Mai didn't inherit Ten Shadows to make relations a bit smoother. Gojo would likely have several people vying for his attention and grace whether he wants it or not.

I think you can see how, a smart kid like Gojo who literally has nothing but time to process and compute the ways of the world around him, would come to understand the motivations of others as it specifically relates to him and his power. It would be understandable if he were innately wary and distrustful of others, especially when you consider his initial experience as the target of an onslaught of, albeit unsuccessful, assassination attempts.

Here, I think, is what really gives life to the isolation that Gojo feels from a very young age which is only known by those with immense power like Sukuna and other characters who've yet to be revealed. Gojo is less an individual and more a means to an end. He is a monolith for power, protection and status. His power is so incomprehensible for other sorcerers of the era that his potential for vulnerability is taken for granted.

With a culture that prioritizes strength over, perhaps, morality, it makes sense why, when we see Gojo years later as a high school student, he is relatively disrespectful toward his elders and thinks it is silly that the strong should have to diminish themselves for the comfort of the weak. Bear in mind, this disrespect is likely because no one was really checking him on manners from a young age. Further, from his experience, strength has always been commodified, why would you diminish that? He was and remains head of the Gojo clan with all the pomp and circumstance that comes with that.

Enter Suguru Geto, the smoking gun as to why we know Gojo doesn't have a god complex. Suguru, like Geto, is the only other special grade sorcerer aside from Yuki Tsukumo (and she makes it a point to not take missions). Qualified as equals, the two are constantly doled out missions that higher ups are not even equipped to handle. Try not catching an ego about that.

Even though their power may not necessarily be on par with one another, it is enough that Gojo deems Geto an equal. Their friendship tempers Gojo's character in ways his family could not.

THE HUMANITY OF A GOD

Gojo is not a god but, to those around him, he's certainly lauded as such. Part of that entails inherently overlooking that which makes him vulnerable, makes him human. As someone who can, at will, literally turn off the ability to be touched at all, the premise is ironic. But the fact remains, from all the above and his behavior therein, it seems as though Gojo had to wait until high school to act like a kid at all and that is all thanks to Geto.

As an outsider, Geto's opposing ideology suggests that the strong are meant to protect the weak and keep others who are strong in check. Gojo is frequently shown taking Geto's criticism and point of view under critical advisement. In fact, realizing how out of touch he is with the reality of others, he defers to Geto as a moral compass, trusting implicitly in his judgement.

Not only that but, from what we saw during the Kyoto Goodwill Event, it is not uncommon for sorcerers to be wary of disclosing what their cursed technique is to other sorcerers. You can never be too careful nor can you know who's a cursed user in the making, even amongst your own classmates. With inherited techniques, word gets around but... Geto, an outsider, was intimately aware of the drawback Gojo experienced when overusing his technique and that speaks volumes about how comfortable Gojo was being vulnerable with him.

Geto encourages Gojo to speak more politely to his elders, again, a pushback he clearly wasn't getting anywhere else or, perhaps, direction he simply wasn't taking from anyone else.

Because Gojo recognizes Geto as an equal, he is more relaxed and able to behave accordingly which Geto graciously allows and creates a safe space for. Imagine all the steam this little weirdo has been holding in out of obligation? Moreover, as someone who has always undeniably been the strongest person in any room, imagine the relief in finally knowing that there is someone else you can rely on? Feel safe with? Someone you can be needy and greedy with. Gojo found his One and Only best friend.

Geto allows him to authentically be himself AND HE STARES AT HIM LIKE THIS WHILE DOING SO!

Additionally, we talk about Gojo being unnecessary at time, which he is. I poke a lot of fun at how Gojo will take in what someone like Yaga explains to him and then the output is some Digimon reference a lot. He literally speaks in gibberish half the time but Geto just... understands him. Or makes it a point to try. Bear in mind, Gojo's silly goofiness belies his penchant for serious contemplation, as well, as he's knowledgeable about historical poetry, prominent figures and events. The dichotomy of this is whiplash inducing to Ijichi. If you think about the adage, those who don't know history are destined to repeat it, it shines an interesting light on why Gojo seems to have such a wealth and emphasis on the history of not only jujutsu sorcerers but also other politics at play dating back centuries. Even more so if you consider ItaFushi to be SatoSugu 2.0 as... the story kind of feels that way, doesn't it? BACK TO THE POINT, Gojo behaves like a fool but he isn't stupid.

I think this arrogance and silly facade is a product of being plugged into the reality of what it truly means for the few to protect the greater good. He's probably hyper aware of the prospective survival rate of his peers based on empirical information he has at his disposal. It's why he pointblank tells Ijichi not to become a sorcerer. I think it's also why he's frivolous with having and creating fun. Not just for his kohais but later for his students. With Geto, he experiences a closeness he hadn't had with anyone else and it improves his ability to connect with others by extension.

I know this is not from the canon material but I think this is the perfect inclusion as to Gojo's proclivity for frivolity. LOOK AT HIM.

MISSION FAILURE AND FALL OUT

Based on the information we have currently, Gojo didn't exactly have the same splintered origins that Megumi and Noritoshi had. But from the above and his socialization with people outside of the Gojo clan, we see how coming from a place of privilege can still create deficiencies. But it isn't enough to simply learn and benefit from the good times. Maybe people take for granted that which isn't tested or taken away. We can't fully understand adult Gojo without understanding the failures of teenage Gojo.

Tasked with a mission that literally impacts the fate of the world and is relayed as such, the two special grade sorcerers take on the Star Plasma Vessel mission. As we saw in season 2, it didn't exactly end well. From this we can glean the following:

From the beginning and despite that which hung in the balance if they were unsuccessful, Gojo and Geto were willing to blow it all, come what may, if the vessel opted out of the merger. They were willing to fight Tengen themselves to spare one life even if it destabilized everything else. The idea of which seems Icarian in nature and we saw how that worked out for Icarus.

Toji's plan of attrition (wearing Gojo down specifically) was successful partly because of the false sense of security engineered by Shiu Kong that allowed them to recapture Kuroi.

However, based on Gojo's hubris, Gojo and Geto were already living in a false sense of security. Any attempts Geto made to temper Gojo's ego were appeased by the fact that, he wasn't alone. Finally. He had Geto and Gojo was insulated in the comfort and security he found in Geto's company. He could take on Tengen, he could risk another night in Okinawa burning through his stamina. It did not matter if he had Geto to rely on. They were the strongest.

Turns out it did matter and they were both foiled, thoroughly. The fall out of these events results in the following:

Gojo's evolution wherein he learns how to control reversed curse energy which shoots him past his previous limits.

Gojo avenges his loss to Toji and Riko, by extension (that order feels important to mention). He achieves a level of enlightenment and transcendence which saw the successful use of the Red Technique that he'd been unable to use in a fight against a lackey during the same mission which also made it possible to execute the finisher attack Hollow Purple, resulting in the fight's end.

Upon reclaiming Riko's body from the Time Vessel Association, Gojo, in the haze of his victory, asks Geto if they should slaughter the people celebrating Riko's death. Showing that, regardless of his power up, he still needs Geto's guidance and values the opinion of his equal. I say this even though we know Gojo lies about Shoko treating his injuries. Even he's aware that this latest evolution creates a greater disparity between their relative strength but he defers to him anyway.

Geto begins questioning whether the lives of non-sorcerers who are capable of such evil are really worth fighting and/or dying for.

The acknowledgement that, even though there is nothing beyond special grade classification, Gojo became the strongest.

Foundationally, Gojo came to terms with the vulnerability that Toji was able to exploit and subsequently trained to remediate that. Simultaneously, Geto fell deeper and deeper into a despair over a persisting moral crisis that Gojo, with Six Eyes at his disposal, was incapable of seeing or understanding. The occurrence of which is maddening to me, personally but such is the way of a fatal flaw.

Geto's subsequent and "sudden" defection pulled the rug from beneath Gojo's feet.

We have seen him dust off countless attempts on his life as a child, shoulder the burden of the Gojo clan as a child, execute his obligations as a sorcerer regardless of his beliefs as a child, and bear the brunt of jujutsu society because of the magnitude of his strength as a child and he never batted an eye. Not to say he didn't have something flippant to say about it but he endured it.

But with Geto's abandonment, whatever security he'd finally found was abruptly destabilized and it's important to note that only when it comes to Geto do we see Gojo's nonchalant facade falter. When he learns of the attack on the village with Yaga, when he confronts Geto in the streets of Shinjuku, when he encounters Kenjaku wearing Geto's corpse, he's not so silly goofy anymore is he?

Finding Geto was like finally feeling the warmth of the summer sun on your face after living in the shadows of a cave all your life. For Gojo, his departure was like never knowing that warmth again.

Not to mention, his immense power and status of being the only other special grade sorcerer meant he also had to carry the weight of being his best friend's executioner. Please.

He spends his adult life cultivating strength in others, rescuing kids from a society that seeks to destroy what they refuse to understand, uniting other so they aren't burdened by the same loneliness that plagues him and, whenever possible, trying to bring light and fun to the lives of kids who may never make it out of high school because that's the reality of sorcerers. That's the burden of responsibility they carry so, in between missions, he tries to be silly, he tricks them, he leads them on wild goose chases so they actually get out and experience their youth properly.

You're not meant to fear Gojo. Fear the society that allowed for these things to happen because he's trying to fix it. If anything, pity the man who is not allowed to be weak or vulnerable because he has always known the weight of the world. He could have been a god but he chose instead to love and it was his undoing.

If you'd like to pity Gojo further, dive into an expansive list of all the SatoSugu brainrot I could think of.

Lowkey, this feels like a call out, because why am I also terrible like this?? Am I being cyber bullied? I feel like this took me several days to write.

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cherryo · 2 years

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Honestly I’m surprised no one has requested anything with Future Leo, smut or otherwise

But uh..if you’re ok with writing that then maybe some flirty future Leo, with smut if you’re comfortable with that

hi hi love!!! thank you so so much for requesting!! i honestly wasn't that big of a Leo fan before this,,,, but!! the more I wrote and had to look up a love for him like opened up,,,, like big tall man,,, but I digress. im so glad I could write this for you!! i really hope you like it sweetheart <33 pairing: Future!Flirty!Leonardo x fem! reader genre: angst(sorta not really lol) to smut w/ a fluff ending pronouns: fem reader (gn pronouns but mentions of female genitalia and pet names such as "pretty girl") word count: 1.7k warnings: Explicit themes, cursing, movie spoilers, a little bit of angst at the beginning? reader and Casey jr are just worried about Leo, mentions of crying, creampie (wear protection kiddos), mentions of bruises (Leos too strong for his own good <33), raw dogging this shit (wear protection, again, kiddos), leo's mean and goes for it in one thrust with no prep!! teasing, overall Leo is Leo, regardless of how old he is and he will always be a flirty bastard <333 sort of proofread, anyways I hope you like it darling!!

The kraang invasion had messed everything up, but the one thing that didn't really change was Leonardo. He was still that positive leader type (and impossibly funny), even after losing his family. He stayed that beacon of hope, for you and Casey, he might've lost everyone he loved but he gained two people he would die for. Literally, he's tried multiple times to save both of you in life-or-death situations, also meaning he got a lot of lectures.

There you stood with Casey behind you giving Leon the biggest glare he could muster up. You were pacing back an' forth just trying to calm down while giving Leo a lecture and rambling. "I don't why you thought that was smart, Leon. Just because you're the "greatest ninja alive" "making quotation marks, rolling your eyes when Leo gasped at you making fun of his title " god, I hate that Casey calls you that, or that anyone calls you it for that matter. It always goes to your head" flicking his head at the same time "it inflates your ego and makes you think you're invincible and invulnerable and you're not. Plain and simple youre not, do you know how much you make us worry?" At this point, you became more serious in your lecture.

Leo sat up straighter, you only got serious when you were hurting. It was clear his acts of "kindness" were doing more harm than good, he didn't want that, he just didn't know how else to show that he cared for you both. To be honest, he was scared of having to take care of Casey by himself, so when you came along it was almost like a perfect little family.

Casey, realizing how serious this conversation had turned, slowly made his way of the train car and into a different one. He wanted to give his parental figures their space, hoping that that was okay with them.

"And I understand you don't want to lose us or you're simply trying to save us, but why put yourself in that situation when we have it handled? Why jump in front of a train when no ones there? " you were crying now, not loudly just tears streaming down your face. Leo stood up, covering you in a shadow, he grabbed you up into a hug.

"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't be risking my life, especially in the time we live in now. I just, I can't lose more of my family" he was petting your hair, the other arm wrapped around your shoulder. Your silent tears started getting louder, letting everything you've been holding in, out.

his petting slowly helped you to calm down, realizing all you needed was him to acknowledge his stupid hero complex. "I swear I'll try to let you guys fight your own battles but, if you need help, okay?"

Letting out a feeble 'mhm' letting yourself melt Into his arms. His deep chuckle startled you, forgetting where you were during your little meltdown, realizing that you had snuggled deeper in his arms. "Wow, if I knew getting lectured gets me into this predicament, I would misbehave more often" he squeezed his arm that was around you tighter and lifted your face so you both were looking at each other.

Your face grew red, not just from the crying but now from Leos flirts. even in serious and emotional situations, he was a flirt, most times it made the air lighter. This time though, it made the air tighter, just not with seriousness.

You held his gaze, it had a glint of mischievousness and something you couldn't quite pinpoint. Breaking away from the strong gaze, not able to move your head out of his gasp. You decided the wall beside his head was more interesting than the growing smirk on the handsome turtle's face. Your hands grabbed his wrists, your hand doesn't even for around his right one.

Releasing his grip from your face only for his hands to make their way down to your hips, squeezing to let you know they're staying there. Your face got even redder, if that was possible, just from him grabbing your hips. "Aww, are you feeling okay baby?" He cooed at you, a teasing tone highly noticeable in his 'concern.' You just looked away and pouted, simply ignoring his teasing.

He pulled you closer to him by the hips, making you gasp and place your hands on his plastron. one of his hands started rubbing up and down your side, obviously deciding to stay quiet just spurred him on to get a noise out of you. Good thing you're stubborn, still staying quiet you held his gaze, eyes locked once again. "You're so hot when you're stubborn, you know that? There's nothing I wouldn't do to get you to unravel a bit" he leaned down to whisper that last part in your ear, he lingered in that spot for a minute.

"Why don't you do it?" You rubbed your hands over his plastron, hearing him let out little whimpers here and there. "Excuse me?" At this point he had returned to his full height, hands still roaming your body, "I said, why don't you make me unravel?" You didn't have to say it a third time before you're brought in for a kiss.

He kissed you hard and passionately, trying to put everything he can't say into it. He looped his hands around your lower back to drag you closer, wanting you as close as he could get you at this moment. He brought one hand up to your cheek to direct your face and deepen the kiss. Being tall meant he towered over you, so he leaned down quite a bit to kiss you, but he didn't care he'd do anything to know what you tasted like.

His grip tightens on your back, basically scratching and clawing at you showing his desperation to get you. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss, moaning into it just from how hot it was, the noise made him whimper. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer for a change.

He spun you around and laid you on his bed, crawling over you so he could be face-to-face with you again. "Is this okay?" He rested his left hand on your hip, the other holding him up. "Of course it is," you pulled him down into another kiss to give him more reassurance.

He started gripping your hips harder, hard enough to leave a bruise of his fingertips. Making a groaning noise into your mouth, he pulled back and flipped you over onto your stomach. Pulling you hips so your ass was up in the air, the sight of you in this position makes him moan. Him pulling your pants and undies down in one swift movement had you gasping at the rush of cold air and the stare that Leo was looking at you with.

He went back to crawling over you, covering your whole body. He had his plastron right up against your back, making sure you could feel him right there. He reached back to make sure he was aligned before thrusting all the way in, making you cry out in the pain and the sudden stretch. He moaned at the tight feeling of your slick cunt, his hips shaking at the pleasure trying to stay still. He cooed at you, petting your head and going back to rub your hips for comfort.

Giving you enough time to adjust to his size, you slowly moved your hips back towards his. Taking the hint, he pulled just so the tip was in and thrust back in again, slowly thrusting to get a nice rhythmic pace. Keeping the slow pace was almost torturous for you, wanting for him to just let go and go as hard as he wanted.

"Mm harder" you moaned out, he slowed his pace making a 'hm' noise to make you repeat yourself. "Harder please! Please Leon,,,, I wan-nt nhhg,,,you to fuck me as hard as you can!" moaning out the words, you could practically feel his smirk growing as you struggled.

"How could I resist such a request, pretty girl? Especially since you said please" he whispered into your ear, thrusting harder as soon as he was finished talking. His brutal pace was making you moan like a whore, having a hard time even speaking.

He pulled you up so you two were chest to back, he reached down and started making circles on your nub. You were crying at this point, the pleasure was too much for you. "Awww, is this too much for you, baby? You can't even handle what you asked for huh?" Even through his teasing you could hear him straining to keep his moans and whimpers at bay.

" 'm close,," you whimpered out, you could feel his breath on your neck, hearing that you were close made him go even harder. Before you could even warn him, you came, your legs started trembling. Your cunt tightening around his cock was what pushed him over the edge, moaning and grunting right into your ear. Feeling him fill you up made your orgasm over-stimulated, making you even more sensitive.

He fucked you through his orgasm, making you cry out and moan, the feeling sending you into a hazy state. He held you up, you basically went limp in his arms, your orgasm making you have numb legs. Gently pulling out and laying you down, Leo went off to grab a towel and some water.

He came back to find you in the same position he left you, letting out a low whistle, he came over to look over you. "That good huh?" You could practically feel his ego rising, the smirk on his face ever so present.

"The best I've ever had, that's for sure" you made eye contact with him as he laid beside you, the smirk replaced by a soft and loving smile. His fingers tracing your thighs up to your stomach and down back again, he pulled you to where you were resting in the crease of his body.

"I love you"

"I love you too"

#ChaseWrites #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader smut #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt smut #Leonardo #Leonardo smut #future!leo x reader #rise! leo x reader #lawd this made me love leo so so much #he's so #hmmmmm fine

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hlficlibrary · 23 days

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hello! how are you doing? Could I ask for a kind of specific type of rec? Basically I'm craving fics where either of them (or both) have a kind of understanding of their feelings for the other, in an unspoken way based on the ~vibes and have been dancing around each other for a while for whatever reason until finally get together? a hint of pining, longing, sexual tension maybe? 😅 thank you 🩷

Hi, anon! I'm doing well and I hope you are, too! I think I know the kind of fic you're talking about, so here are some that fit that...

[Edited to add: I forgot to say that I have a pining rec with a few others on it, too that would pretty much fit what you're looking for as well ✤ Pining ]

Big, Bright World by RealName

It really was just a little crush in the beginning, nothing to be worried about. Louis had never really liked anyone he'd worked with in the past, but he was sure he could control himself. Little did he know that over time his 'little crush' would develop into a blazing inferno of Hell-fire proportions. Every day, Louis' feelings became more intense, more immediate, each little smile and gesture and silly flirtation mounting up into something palpable, with a life of its own. Louis felt it every moment they were together.

The only problem? Harry was engaged to someone else and had been from the moment Louis started working at Visionary.

Office AU (not based on the TV show).

smell the sea, feel the sky by lightswoodmagic / @lightwoodsmagic

They’d been planning this beach trip for months, stressing around work schedules and engagement parties, trying to find the perfect place to stay in and a time where there wouldn’t be families everywhere but the weather still perfect. Louis had spent what felt like hours researching and planning, dinners with Zayn and his boyfriend at their house that just ended in looking at places and sending them to Niall. He’d been looking forward to it for weeks, getting away from his job and his bullshit neighbours and the noise of the city.

It seemed ridiculous, really, that in all that time, Zayn hadn’t mentioned once that Harry was coming.

Or, Louis doesn't know how he's going to spend a week with the one person he wants and can't have. Harry proves him wrong.

That Howling Infinite by sweettartine / @sweettartine

When Louis struggles in the literature class he needs to pass to graduate, his professor assigns him a tutor. A cute tutor. A cute tutor with a boyfriend. It's just as well. Louis isn't looking for a boyfriend in his last semester of college. But trying not to fall for Harry Styles might be impossible.

Or, the one where Louis and Harry fall in love while reading Moby Dick.

You're the Light by allwaswell16 / @allwaswell16

Before beginning a new graduate school in the fall, Louis Tomlinson decides to spend the summer working in Chicago as an editor’s assistant for the Chicago Tribune newspaper and staying with his old college roommate. What he finds on his first day of work is a tall, gorgeous editor named Harry who has the most beautiful green eyes he’s ever seen—and who also happens to be his new boss.

#ask #anon #ficrec #minificrecs #pining #sexualtension #realname #sweettartine #lightswoodmagic #allwaswell16

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Little Z's Arrival

A bit of spontaneous discord writing, polished up for your entertainment. Little Z (or Zombie/Zombby) is from an au created by the knuckleheads on the Echidna's Parade server, and I spitballed how he arrived at The Sanctuary, the meeting place where all the different versions of Knux come together to socialize and interact.

Check out the Knucklesverse guide for more deets.

Enjoy!

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The boy who looked young but had actually existed for thousands of years opened his eyes. He wasn't quite sure where he was, but wasn't exactly a stranger to waking up in strange locations without prior knowledge of how he'd gotten there.

Well, it had happened once before, at least.

But that had been a while ago. He remembered what happened after that revival—he’d been alone on his island until his friends had found him. Where were they now? Somewhere close? For that matter, where was he? This place looked a bit like some of the ruins on his island, but at the same time, they were different. He couldn’t pinpoint what was different about them, but they didn’t have the same feel. It was strange.

He didn’t remember any strange happenings before he woke up. He was on his island, the chao chittering away as he napped in front of the Master Emerald. There were no ripples in the chaos energy around him, nothing to warn of an impending attack or invasion. Just calmness. Peace.

Then again, his memory wasn't what it should be—big swatches of it were dark and fuzzy. He still held bits and pieces from his life before, when he had been a young boy growing up in the temple. But those usually came to him in dreams. Nightmares. So he tried not to think of that.

He sat up, blinking as he looked around himself. He felt the familiar thrum of chaos as it flowed through him, and looked up instinctively to find the Master Emerald. It was there, but, strange. It seemed to hover in the air, over a large room.

Where was he??

Voices came to him then, and he furrowed his brow. They didn’t sound like those of his friends. They sounded a lot like . . . him. Some were deeper, some had strange accents, but they all felt familiar.

He stood, and wandered toward the voices. There were people there, and they were . . .

No. That couldn't be right. He was the last. Had been the last for a long, long time.

But the closer he got, the clearer it became.

They were echidna.

Fear and excitement battled in his chest. Where had they come from? Where had they been? Would they accept him?

"Hey, a new one," one of the echidna said, and the boy jumped, pulling his hands to his chest in his fear. He turned and locked eyes with . . .

Himself.

No. Nooooo. That . . . that was impossible. Right? He didn’t remember all that much from his childhood before, but he was pretty sure violet eyes wasn’t common for echidna. He remembered the priest saying something about it making him special.

"Hey, little guy," a very tall echidna said as he neared. He had some sort of bandages on his arms. Was he injured? "Welcome to the Sanctuary!"

The boy's brow furrowed. A word appeared in his head when he looked at the tall echidna—Boom. What did that mean?

"Boom?" he asked, and the other echidna smiled.

"That's me! And you're . . ." The eyes of the tall echidna—Boom—flickered green for a split second, and he tilted his head to the side. "Zombie?"

The boy flinched. That word sometimes made people afraid of him. Would it make these new echidna not like him? "Yeah?"

"Nice to meet a fellow Knuckles!" Boom said with a laugh, and pulled the boy into a bear hug. "There's always room for more!"

This was . . . unexpected. But what Boom had said confused the boy.

"Fellow Knuckles?"

"Yeah!" Boom said, gently placing the boy back to the ground. "I'm Knuckles." He turned to point to another echidna with a pirate hat. "He's Knuckles." He pointed to another one. "He's Knuckles, too. We're all Knuckles!"

Okay, this was either a really elaborate practical joke, or he was dreaming. He sometimes dreamed of being around other echidna again, so that wasn't strange. But they weren't all himself in his dreams.

"So," Boom said, breaking the boy out of his thoughts. "We all have different names here, and we don't really know where they come from sometimes. But . . . why are you called 'Zombie'?"

The boy bit his lip. He liked to joke with his friends about his, well, undead status, but would these new echidna . . . these other hims accept it?

"Boom!" the one dressed as a pirate hissed as he came closer. "Ye can't just go around askin' people why they be called what they be called!" He stopped before the boy and gave a smile that looked more like a smirk. That flicker of insight appeared in the boy's head again, and the word 'Dread' appeared.

Well that wasn't an encouraging name.

"Aye, greetings boy! I be Dread. A pleasure t' meet ye."

Dread reached forward and grasped the boy's hand, and before he knew what was happening, he was in the middle of a firm handshake.

And he just couldn't resist.

He shifted the chaos energy inside him, and released the hold on his arm at the shoulder. It came away, flapping as Dread continued his handshake. For a second, Dread didn't seem to comprehend what had changed, but then his face contorted into a look of shock and horror.

Behind him, Boom's face looked identical, and he grabbed the pirate by the shoulders.

"WHAT DID YOU DO??"

Dread tried to release his grip on the boy's hand, but the fingers stubbornly held fast.

"I DID NOTHIN'! I SWEAR T' ALL THE GODS!"

As the two echidna struggled with the fact that the boy's arm had come off, Zombie couldn't hold his poker face any longer. He started to laugh, curling his other arm around his belly as he did so.

Slowly, Dread and Boom calmed enough to look at him, the shock on their faces replaced by confusion.

"What . . ." Dread looked back and forth between Zombie and his separated arm, before his brow furrowed and his lip curled in a snarl. "Trickery!"

"So, he didn't rip your arm off?" Boom asked, pulling his hands to his chest in a very familiar expression of anxiety.

Zombie shook his head. "No!" he laughed, waving a dismissive hand. "I do it all the time! Watch!"

Another chaos shift and his other arm fell to the floor. The hand curled against the floor, pulling itself toward the two freaked out echidna before him. Dread growled, trying to avoid being grabbed by the crawling hand, while Boom looked on with a smile slowly spreading across his face.

"Oh that is so awesome!"

"How can ye do this?" Dread asked, pulling his hand from Zombie's and using that arm to push away the crawling one. "Some sort of witchcraft?"

Zombie shrugged his unhindered shoulders. "I'm dead."

Silence. Dread blinked. "Ye're what?"

"Dead." Zombie gave them a sad smile. "A long time ago I was supposed to be the guardian to the Master Emerald. I was taught practically since I was hatched how to do it. A priest was supposed to do some ritual to connect me to the Emerald, but . . ."

He trailed off. He never liked talking about this part. It hurt his chest.

"He hurt me. Tried to transfer all the power of the Emerald into me. I think he wanted to try and control it himself. But it was too much, and it hurt a lot. I . . . I died."

A heavy silence settled over the room, and Zombie felt all eyes on him. He blushed, casting his eyes down to the arm still crawling on the floor. He hated this. Now they'll be all sad and pity him and treat him different. Maybe they wouldn't want to be around him. People sometimes got too freaked out after hearing his story. Maybe they'd make him leave.

He hoped not. He'd only been here a short while, but he liked it here. It felt safe. Like home.

"The power he tried to push into me saved me." May as well tell the whole story before he was kicked out. "Kinda. It took a long time, but it kinda . . . well, I'm not sure what exactly happened, but it made me like this."

More silence, and somehow that was worse than if they yelled at him, told him to get away. He kept his head lowered, and he watched as Dread reached down to pick up the crawling arm.

"Put ye're arms back on, lad," he said, and his voice was softer now. "Ye're safe here. The rest of us lot have had hard lives as well. Ye're one of us, and we'll keep ye safe however we can."

Zombie lifted his head, looking between Boom and Dread in shock. He wasn't expecting that.

"You mean I can stay?"

Boom and Dread exchanged a glance.

"Why wouldn't you?" Boom asked, his brow furrowed and head cocked to the side. "You're a Knux aren't you? You belong here."

"As long as ye don't do that arm thing again, ye can stay as long as ye like," Dread added, a little smirk on his lips.

Zombie called his arms back, trying to absorb what they'd said. They'd accepted him? Just like that?

"C'mon, Little Z," Boom said, lifting the boy and perching him on his shoulders. "I'll show you around."

"Okay!"

Zombie took hold of Boom's dreads to steady himself as the tall echidna walked him around and introduced him to the other, well, hims. The boy couldn't stop smiling.

He was gonna like it here. He was gonna like it here a lot.

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Like this? Check out my other snippets. Reblogs are appreciated!

#into the knucklesverse #boom knuckles #knuckles the dread #knuckles au #knuckles the echidna #sonic fanfiction #sonic the hedgehog fanfiction #discord writing

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lavendertales · 1 year

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Hi!! I love your TLOU writings! Do you think there's anyway you could do a Joel Miller (Pedro) x f!reader with a tall reader? For reference Joel is 5'10 or '11 and I'm around 6'2

It can be smut, fluff, whatever you feel. It's just rare to find fanfics with taller readers 😂 (bonus points if they're plus size)

Thank you so much!!!

as a pretty tall person too, I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH. You're so right, it's rare to see fics with taller people, so let us remedy that, shall we?

Lover—Joel Miller x tall, plus size!f!reader

word count: 609

A/N: this is mostly just fluff with a very smitten Joel Miller. hints of smut, though nothing explicit. Nonetheless, as a lot of my works and my blog is 18+,

AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!!!

gif: @olisgifs

There have been eyes on you since the day you have arrived in Jackson, and months later, there are still eyes on you.

Except now, the eyes that follow you everywhere you go are Joel Miller’s.

And his express something else than the others’; there’s a certain mixture of admiration, awe and desire whenever he looks at you. You’re a tall woman, taller than him even, but he loves that. He loves the way there is more of you for him to adore whenever the two of you are alone. He loves kneading your flesh in between his fingers till it spills from in between; he loves hoisting your legs over his shoulders when he’s fucking you.

He loves every single inch of you, just as you are.

Truth be told, you were astounded at the newfound realization that Joel is borderline unhinged when it comes to you. You hadn’t always had a pleasant experience when it comes to meeting new people, particularly seeing their eyes roam over your tall figure, then dropping to notice the bit of extra weight that your body carried. You were never really bothered by it, you were quite confident with yourself, but sometimes it still got to you.

But ever since you and Joel became an item, any worries you might have had washed away. While he may not have been the most expressive person, and certainly not the most talkative, he showed his care through various acts of service—especially in the privacy of your house.

It was basically impossible to be even remotely bothered by the things that, according to Joel himself, made you an incredible woman.

“You cannot be serious,” you laughed one evening before bed.

“What? You think I’m joking?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

Joel’s gaze shifts to your legs, long and teasingly exposed in your gown as you lay beside him. He runs his palm over your calf, teasingly moving upwards to your thigh.

“I ain’t joking,” Joel coos, kissing your cheek, then moving to your jaw. “It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

“My height?”

“That’s right.”

You don’t hide the amusement that your face bestows.

“Not sure how that is a turn on of any sort, but… whatever floats your boat.”

Joel’s kisses go further down your neck, hand touching on your inner thigh now, rubbing the skin there. You smile, closing your eyes and trying to focus solely on the touches, but it only grows your desire more, and you can barely hold your moans to yourself.

“I got so lucky,” Joel mutters in your earlobe.

“I’m the lucky one.”

With Joel, you felt safe and cared for. And you made sure to return his affections tenfold. You enjoyed taking care of him, and you enjoyed seeing that he opened up to you more and putting his trust in you.

“Is it okay if we just watch a movie tonight?” you ask, looking at his face.

Joel instantly removes his hand from your inner thigh, simply caressing your knee. He then pecks your lips and gets more comfortable on his side of the bed.

“Of course,” he tells you.

“I know you probably wanted—“

“It’s okay. What movie do you feel like watching?”

“Well, I heard they’re playing Rush Hour at the cantina.”

“Sounds good.”

These are the moments that always reassure you that you have a great man by your side. In these moments, it’s more than your looks. It’s about safety and comfort, the feeling of coziness that Joel brings to you every single day.

You’ve never felt more confident or loved than when you were with Joel Miller.

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Character Profile - Scotland

Character Name: Scotland. The Kingdom of Scotland. Alba. Alasdair Kirkpatrick. Alexander Kirkland. Alexander Kirk. Alasdair Kirkwood. Alasdair Kirkland. Uncle Alasdair.

Age: 10-12 upon the Roman invasion of the 1st century. 18-20 by 1300. Late 30s, early 40s modern day..

Height: 6'0/182cm.

Physical Description: Tall and musclebound, Alasdair was a warrior and his body still shows it. Broad-shouldered and strong-jawed, the transition from fighter to the financial brain of the British empire matches a large man with surprising grace and dexterity. He carries himself equally well in a boardroom as on a battlefield. The most classically handsome of his brothers but the least agriculturally valuable, he was locked in a triangle with his youngest brother and Francis for centuries, riding on his good looks for much of it. He also contributed much to his brother's children and added enough, especially to Canada. He made the lad damn near a strawberry blonde. He's getting a bit softer in middle age but still easily caber tosses the entire family on a human's strength if permitted. He's got a bit of a grumpy look to him sometimes, but he's also extremely tender-hearted if brusque with those he shares affection with, and those people know what his body language conveys, if subtly.

Eye colour: Blue-green-grey. A bit muddled and changeful like the churning clouds and waters of the highlands.

Hair colour/style: Red-brown curls. The shade of brown you can't tell is red or brown even in bright light. He wears it just long enough to show off the curl too it and often with a matching beard. Arthur is the one more often at sea, but Alasdair often looks like the quintessential seacaptain.

Other distinguishing physical traits: The family brows. Has a smattering of old war wounds that especially act up when he and Arthur are arguing. He and Brighid are also the source of the family dimples but Alasdair has to be positively grinning for them to show.

Personal Appearance/Style: A lot of sweaters, boots and trousers. When he put down the broad sword and picked up the abacus, he became quite interested in finer things and figured if he was stuck in this union with Arthur and Rhys, he might as well get something out of it. He's generally found in quite dull greens, browns and countrymen clothes these days but was once very fond of French fashion. He only wears a kilt on special occasions. Instead of having his own clan tartan or even wearing the national one, he most often wears a woad-blue and white plaid he remembers his mother having a cloak of.

Verbal Style: He can switch between various Scottish accents fairly well, lowland and highland alike. It gets thicker when he's speaking to Arthur to piss him off and when he speaks French because it makes Francis practically swoon. His Latin isn't a good as Brighid's in the modern day, but he's still pretty good with it; he learned languages as needed, especially as the sciences grew through history. Whatever the language of education is, he'll be fluent quickly. An interest in chemistry brought him to modernize his German; he's always loved reading in French.

Level of Education: This is almost impossible to quantify. He was the first country in the world to make education mandatory in the 15th century. He was meant from birth to be a warrior and he was very good at it with there hardly being anyone mortal who could challenge him sword to sword by the time he was as tall as the sword itself, but he was always in his heart more of a druid and a scholar. He's gotten so many degrees and learned so much over his life span its a little insane. And barring Alfred, he was largely in charge of educating Arthur's children. He's an absolute powerhouse at the sciences and maths but loves a good poem too. Physics, chemistry and pharmacy are his specialties and an incredible knowledge of medicine is still building in his head. He's also, of the British isle siblings, the best with money. Arthur is no slouch either but its Alasdair's running of the family money that they scrambled themselves out of poverty several times over before ever having any real international power. Once that started up, he was the real brains behind the money-making.

Occupation: Diplomat, surgeon, financial something or another.

Past Occupations: Doctor, surgeon, cattle raider, financial planner, merchant, trader, fur trapper, teacher, writer, artist, professor, soldier, crofter, farmer, fisherman, sea captain, shipwright, engineer, weaver, banker, etc.

Skills, Abilities or Talents: He's got the brawn to match his brains and is an incredible hand-to-hand fighter. He's a mental math whizz and has memorized almost everything written in Gaelic in the last 100 years. He knows practically all the major scientific disciplines back to front and their experiments and research patterns. He's probably more resistant to cold than Rhys or Arthur. Like all of his siblings,

Admirable Personality Traits: Innovative, resourceful, blunt, nurturing in a crabby sort of way, friendly, reliable, bold and practical.

Negative Personality Traits: Stubborn, impatient, grumpy, taciturn, reserved, slightly superstitious despite his incredible knowledge.

Sense of Humor: Dark, dry, direct, observational, sardonic, pawky.

Physical/Mental illness or affliction: He's probably the least mentally fucked of all his siblings, but that's not saying much. His liver is about as virgin as a dockside brothel. He's got a lot of old war wounds, but only a few bother him, and even then, he's not one to wallow.

Hobbies/Interests: Reading, engineering, hunting, hiking, caber toss, golf, building ill-advised machines with Alfred in the garage.

Favourite Foods: If its fried, he'll fucking love it. He might be the only person on earth who likes Alfred's food as much as Alfred's. He loves Cullen skink, cured meats and cheeses, kedgeree, cranachan, scotch pie or any meat pie, and he'll still pile on rowan jelly on porridge for breakfast. Whisky, of course.

Most important personal item: The torc and penannular brooch his mother gave him is in the national museum, and he has a kilt pin with a chunk of diamond Francis gave him in the 13th century.

Person/friend close to character: He's somehow close to his brothers, all things considered, but he's also on the best terms with Brighid, and they tend to talk more than Brighid does with the other two. He's very close to Arthur if only because they figured out they could control a lot more power and money if they worked together. An uneasy but extremely effective relationship there. And because the Americans will reblog and add a paragraph about how special Scotland is to America if I spent more than five words on Canada, Alasdair played an outsize role in raising Matt. but yes, he's very close to Alfred, who is fascinated with all things Scottish and has the same kind of brain Alasdair does. The Appalachian mountains used to have the same range as the highlands, and the way it was peopled rather shows it.

Brief family history: He was the second child and first son of Brigantia/Brittania in the pre-roman period. He's about 200-300 years younger than Brighid and maybe 400-500 years older than Rhys and Arthur. His relationship with his siblings is complicated but generally more positive than Brighid's. His brother's children are important in his life.

Most painful experiences in the character’s past: Probably the Jacobite uprisings and the rough wooing, and god, they're 2,000 years old. There's so much shit here. The civil wars? Elizabeth I hacking Mary Stuart's head off??? He's seen famine, plague, two world wars, and god knows what else.

Their Song: Julie Fowlis - Dh’èirich Mi Moch Madainn Cheòthar

#Character Sheets || bodies and flesh of borders and fences #Alasdair || my heart's in the highlands #hws scotland #If anyone wants to give me feedback about anything that feels wrong about the brit bros I would very #very much like to hear it #these fuckers are HARD #so much fricken history

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vampirewalterskinner · 7 months

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All AUs are Scully x Skinner x Mulder and most likely explicit due to sexual content.

AU descriptions under the read more!

Cannibalism

What it says on the tin.

Not connected to canon, takes place a decade or so after a zombie outbreak, the zombies won. Evolution through human sciences in attempts to end the apocalypse and adaptions to the virus has made zombies calm and human like and live in a world they created much like their human societal origins. They work, have families and friends, laugh and cry—even have pets. The only difference is that anyone without the zombie genetic makeup is essentially seen as food. Walter is a wealthy, admired, and powerful man and heavily involved in the government. The food source part of the government, that is. Purchasing humans is legal the same way buying a cow would be, there are rules and regulations but it can be done. Walter sees two pretty humans at a market, resilient and troublesome, and can’t help himself, buys Dana and Fox without a single thought. Despite how delicious they smell, he promises not to eat them. He finds their obstinate nature amusing. A small part of himself, a piece he keeps locked away because it had no place in this new world, remembers life before the virus and misses it.

No healthy romances here, folks. Walter is off because the virus so he’s a little fucked up, but he’s not going to force Dana or Fox into anything nor use them. He’s just a little creepy and obsessive. Horror and gore, tho, bc cannibalism.

Cryptid Seekers

Not canon compliant. Civilian AU where the three have hobbies involved in the spooky things that go bump in the night.

The three met on a Bigfoot search. After watching each other work, seeing experience and intelligence (unlike the other fools they were with) for two days they share emails. A weeks of communication go by and they agree get together on weekends to seek the truth about every supernatural creature, cryptid, and phenomena in the book. They become close friends and know everything about each other—except where they live and first names. They call each other by last names only. While knowledgable on everything, they have their favorites. Mulder specializes in legends, basically a walking encyclopedia of whatever they’re after that week. Scully specializes in witchcraft/magic (whether she believes in it or not is unknown). Walter specializes in tools and technology used to survey/find what they’re looking for—found footage is his obsession.

Involves lots of camping and mushy, budding romances with a nice dash of horror. Lots of Walter feeling like a third wheel and wondering wtf is wrong with him for getting a crush on people who are ten years younger than him.

Taxidermy

Mulder a taxidermist and Scully an arthropod pinner/mounter. Mulder’s work mainly concentrates on mutations but he loves to play with his own artistic choices and create impossible but incredibly realistic creatures. Sometimes he brings a supernatural creature to life with his depictions, using witness descriptions as his guidelines. Scully isn’t quite as artistic (although still art!) with her work as Mulder, choosing to focus on the science behind her little arthropods. Insects and spiders are her main objective. Most of her displays have information of the subject neatly written beside them, sketches of their inner workings, or simply naming parts of the body. Her most popular work, however, are little “living” displays to show how the critters existed in day to day life. The two run their own businesses—funnily enough, right next to each other—and became fast friends when they met. They both speak of a man who visits their stores often. Tall and handsome. Older, with rounded glasses. He never purchases anything, his eyes always searching the store with a quiet wonder and his hands stiff at his sides, as if afraid to cause damage. They manage to pry a few words from him but he always avoids their eyes. Polite, but flighty. Mulder manages to trap the man long enough to get a name. Walter Skinner, a man who was too afraid to take his artistic endeavors further than a time consuming hobby and a great admirer of the two young artists and their achievements.

The tamest au. Slice of life. The least likely to involve sex. Lots of taxidermy talk.

#the x files #fox mulder x dana scully x walter skinner #fox mulder #dana scully #walter skinner #my post #my polls #my aus

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someonexsomeone · 1 year

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Ducktail

Title: Ducktail

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Word Count: 1.6k

Pairing: Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Reader

Summary: Gaz just loves you a lot, okay?

Authors Note: Why is it so hard to find domestic fics? I just want to be happy for once...

He tried.

…

What? He did!

He tried so, so hard.

But seeing you like this? He couldn’t help it. The opportunity was too good to pass up.

For the last 10 minutes, he’s stood there, goofy smile on his face, his lip almost raw from how hard he was biting it to keep the laugh from escaping. For the last 10 minutes, he’s stood there, watching as you glared your way through your nightly routine, too frustrated and upset to notice your joyful onlooker. For the last 10 minutes, Gaz has watched, laughed, and almost peed himself. For the last 10 minutes, Gaz somehow became an even more lovestruck fool for you. Was there even a level above devoted? He wasn’t sure up until now. Now, he knew for sure there had to be. How else could he describe the thumping in his chest, the heat in his heart, and sparkles in his eyes.

First, it was your pants not coming down. Who in their right mind made jeans so horrible to get in and out of one handed?! You nearly threw yourself on the floor to bicycle kick your way out, and you would have on any other day. Had it not been for the plaster reminder on your arm to be more careful, you would have easily used the tactical skills you picked up from living with a trained soldier (Gaz didn’t have the heart to tell you that the duck and roll he showed you was, in fact, a move he made up to prank you and not the special ops technique that got him out of a Russian base and save a whole town). Then, it was your shirt not cooperating and catching on every part of your body while coming off (see, once again, the above reason for not launching yourself at anything with a hook). Gaz nearly lost it watching you slam it so hard onto the floor in victory, watching as it bounced a little in retaliation.

Your pajama shirt was no easy feat to get on either, but since it was technically Gaz’s, the extra material meant easy access to neck and arm holes. You nearly cheered at getting your pajama shorts on, looking so cute that Gaz was going to make sure you kept the cute shirt ducktail you accidently made in the back from pulling them up too high over his shirt.

For the last 10 minutes, the sight was funny to the point of a bathroom disaster. Now though? The sight was a little pathetic.

The way the medics had to cast your arm causes it to rest at an awkward 90 degree bend, meaning most of your mobility was hindered. Naturally, your dominant hand was attached to the broken bone, so for the next couple weeks you’d have to get used to mastering the robot in order to do anything useful. Most of your daily functions were easy to switch to your other hand or alter in some way, but the one thing you’ve yet to master is washing your face. The too tall bottle, the stupid pump, the idiotic lathering and cleansing and frothing, and the dumb rinsing were pretty much impossible without bringing you to tears. Broken arm be damned, you were close to giving up all together and become a trash monster in order to never have the embarrassment of watching your face wash pathetically roll across the counter, dodging your hands, until it fell and disappeared under the sink.

Gaz made sure you saw the multitude of photos he took of you helplessly scrambling for it (you repaid him for his kindness with a pillow to the face).

But now, as Gaz watches you reach for the soap, hand slightly batting it back and forth, attempting to push the pump down only for it to spin uselessly in place, his wicked smile turns soft, his eyes filling with adoration as you grumble under your breath. He was only a second away from stepping towards you to help, taking just another moment to appreciate your sleepy figure, when you sighed heavily. Your shoulders slumped forward, lips pouting in the most kissable way, near defeat evident in your stance.

“Oh no!” you said suddenly, louder than even Gaz was ready for. “If only I had a helpful hero here to help me!”

Gaz quickly slammed his hand over his mouth, laughter barely contained. You tilted your head slightly, no doubt trying to have your voice carry into the kitchen where he was supposed to be unloading the grocery bags.

“I’m a helpless civilian in need of assistance!” A beat. “If only there was a musclely, sexy military man to help me.” Another beat. “It sure would be nice to have help from the best soldier in a special task force.” After another moment of silence, you sighed again. “If only there was a sexy man I could give head to-“

“If you shout any louder the whole neighborhood will know how you got that broken arm.” You screamed, nearly jumping out of your skin, body jostling against the sink. Inevitably, the shock sent your face wash sideways, toppling uselessly onto the floor. The rattle of the bottle and the sink was only matched by the wobble of your lips, a shock darting through your hurt arm. The whimper of pain was enough for Gaz to drop his mischievous smile instantly. He hurried forward to cradle your arm gently, the biggest puppy dog eyes searching your face for an indication of pain level.

“Gaaaaaaz-“ you whined, slumping your body into his arms, carefully cradling your arm to your body. Gaz’s eyes switched between your watery eyes and your injury, body nearly surrounding yours in a protective manner. A ping of guilt wracked his heart.

“I know, I’m sorry! I didn’t think you’d hit your-“

Your eyes narrowed into a glare. “You knocked my bottle onto the floor, you dweeb!”

Gaz’s dropped jaw barely managed, “That’s what you're upset about!?”

Your lips curled into a pout, still clutching your arm against your body, the pain fading with every passing second. Despite his shock, you watched as his eyes softened the more he gazed down at you in his arms.

“How long have you been standing there? Jerk.” With your uninjured hand, you gently smacked his chest in protest, though there wasn’t any real force behind it. Gaz, reassured you weren’t really hurt, laughed lightly, leaning down to place a gentle kiss against your lips, which you quickly returned. Despite being upset with him, you could never deny his kisses.

He also took the opportunity to lean into you just a bit, his hand batting at your ducktail softly.

“Long enough to enjoy the show.” With practiced agility, he leaned down, kissing your thigh (all teeth, of course) before scooping the face wash up in one smooth motion, returning it to its rightful spot on the sinks ledge. You huffed at his wiggling eyebrows. “Now, I heard there was compensation promised for help from a sexy military man?”

“I don’t know if I want to give it to you now, knowing you watched me struggle this whole time without offering help.” Gaz laughed again, brushing his lips against yours once more. Gently, he pushed your hips against the sink, trapping you between it and his sturdy body. His heat enveloped you in its comforting embrace, though you did have to move your arm at a slightly strange angle in order for your chests to push together just like you both liked. Stupid, stupid cast.

He kissed you gently once, twice, then thrice before pulling far enough away to kiss your forehead.

In his gentle atmosphere, Gaz wanted to kiss every part of you, everything that he loved personified. Press your lips together until you’re breathless. Pull you into bed, holding you close just like he did after every long day, shedding off his duties mentally one by one until he was able to do nothing but lay there and smell your soothing scent, listen to your breathing as it got slower and slower, press kisses onto your nearest body part until he, too, drifted off to sleep.

But, he knew, none of that could happen until your face was nice and clean, that very soothing scent wafting off of the freshly washed skin. He kissed your lips once more, before cupping your face between his hands, eyes meeting.

“Your sexy hero is here to save you, darling. I’ve got you.”

Gently, he grabbed the nearby washcloth, wetting it behind you before lifting it to your face. His caresses were slow and feather soft, letting the water guide along your features just enough to make your face wash work its magic. Without breaking eye contact, he exchanged the washcloth for your soap, bubbling it in between his fingers before rubbing it across your cheeks. His touches were more like a massage than a lather, but you couldn’t complain, not when he was sneaking kisses every couple seconds, lulling you into near enough sleep as you could get while standing. Your eyes were closed, but his were wide open, tracing every feature with his loving gaze. Once he was satisfied with the lather, he soaked and rung out the washcloth once more before bringing it to your face. It only took a few swipes to get the majority of the bubbles, but Gaz continued for several long moments, enjoying the blissed out look on your face more than he could express. He swiped gently over your lips before sealing them once again with his, pressing them there to feel you close to him once more.

What a dangerous wish, he thought, to never want this moment to end.

The next morning, you were pleasantly surprised to find a brand new soap dispenser on the sinks edge, short and square, with a red ribbon tied around it.

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m-jelly · 2 years

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The gangster and his little bunny - first meeting

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Pairing: Mafia!Levi x Reader

Word: 5.7K

Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, modern AU, mafia AU, Mafia Levi, smut, oral (male and female receiving), praising, dom Levi, dirty talk, gentle to rough to gentle, aftercare.

Concept: First chapter of my new Ao3 story. You meet Levi for the first time you are not scared of him like most. You slap him and stand your ground. Levi insists you join him in the VIP area of his club. You both talk and connect on a personal level and feel like you've known each other for years. You suggest going back to his, you have a cup of tea, then end up in bed with the most dangerous man in the city. The next morning, he showers you in love and spoils you.

Part 2 here

The thudding of the base became louder the closer you walked to the club. You gazed at the sign in neon lights before looking at your two friends who’d dragged you along. The air was cool against your body, so you were desperate to get inside and warm up. You wanted to drink, dance and then go home to sleep. You craved a nice weekend and week at home. You had the time off work, so you craved to be in bed.

Sadie gasped. “Holy shit!” She jumped up and down as she pointed. “Look who’s arrived.”

You dragged your gaze from her and looked at a car pulling up. The driver ran around to the back passenger seat and opened it. A black smart trouser covered leg appeared with a clean smart shoe with an almost impossible shine to it.

You held your breath as a leather-gloved hand gripped the door frame. A man emerged from the car, not too tall or short. His raven hair was soft looking with a wonderful undercut. He adjusted his tight black waistcoat and tie before looking over at you and your friends. The tattoos on his neck stood proudly on his skin and was the only ink you could see for now.

You held his gaze and felt a flutter in your chest at his steel-blue eyes. You stood your ground and didn’t cave in. You swore you could have seen a tiny smile and a blush on his cheeks. You smiled a little back and watched him enter the club.

Sadie stared at you. “Fuck me he was eyeing you so much.”

You shrugged. “Dunno why. I’m not much to look at. He was probably staring at Kat.”

Kat smiled at you. “He probably was looking at me.”

Sadie frowned as her friend walked into the club. “Bullshit.” She looked over at you. “He was eye fucking you.”

You walked inside with your friend. “Thanks, but I know very well Kat is hotter than me.”

“You gotta have more confidence in yourself.”

You hugged Sadie against you. “I am confident in my drinking abilities and not Kat’s.”

She giggled a little. “You are pretty good at the whole drinking thing.”

You hummed and saw Kat was already making her rounds with guys and trying to get into VIP to see the raven-haired man. “Who is that man?”

Sadie leaned on the bar. “You don’t know?”

“Of course I know, I just asked you for shits and giggles.”

She laughed hard. “Sorry, sorry.” She ordered two cocktails before talking again to you. “That man is Levi Ackerman. He is a massive kingpin in gangs around here. He owns a lot of the clubs and bars, as well as in the next city over.”

You hummed as you stared at Levi. You watched him act like he was desperately searching for someone but trying to hide it. You felt a tingle in your body when he locked eyes with you and stopped his search. You titled your head a little as he studied you in your clubbing dress.

You turned around and leaned on the bar. “I ain’t scared of him.”

Sadie choked on her drink. “You’re not!? But he’s killed people. He beats people.”

You lifted your drink. “Why should I be scared of a man who breaks bad people?”

“You make a point there.”

“Excuse me?” You both turned to face a blonde with some facial hair, he seemed a bit young. He smiled a little. “Name’s Jean and I work for Mr Ackerman. He would like it if you would join him in the VIP section.”

You hummed. “Nah.”

Jean went white. “No? B-b-but Mr Ackerman said.”

You smiled at the young man. “I’m not some cheap floozy he can screw easily. Find someone else.”

He held his hands up. “Please, you have to understand that Mr Ackerman does not do these types of things. I’ve never known him to ask for a woman’s company before and I’ve worked for him for many years. This is insane to me that he’s asking. Look, he’ll pay for your drinks and he’ll get you a ride after. Please.”

You stared at the scared kid. “I’ll go.” You walked over to the VIP section with Jean and Sadie running after you. You pushed past Kat trying to get in and up to Levi. “Levi?”

Levi looked over at you. “You made it.”

You slapped him hard across the face making the area around him go quiet. “Shame on you for terrifying this kid here working his ass off. Plus, who the hell do you think you are? I’m not afraid of you. You are a stuck up egotistic man.”

Levi rubbed his jaw and saw how scared everyone around you was, but you were different. You had this cute determined look in your eyes. You were puffing your cheeks out a little. He hummed as he took you in. “Bunny.”

You blushed. “Wh-what?”

He reached over and lightly touched your cheek. “You remind me of a cute little bunny. Sweet and yet you have a mean kick.” He pulled his gaze from you and looked at Jean. “I’m sorry Jean. It was not my intention to scare you. I value you as a member of my group.”

Jean blushed. “Thank you, sir.”

He sighed. “I’ll do better.”

“There’s no need. You’re a great boss.” He pointed. “I’ll give you both some space. Miss? Come with me.”

Sadie kissed your cheek. “Sorry, but free drinks.”

You sighed. “Can’t blame her.”

Levi put his hands in his pockets. “Can we at least get to know each other a bit more before you slap me again?”

You nibbled your lip as you juggled with your choice. If you stepped back, you’d be missing out on things but you’d be safe. If you stepped forwards you’d be entering a whole new world, but putting yourself in danger.

You shrugged. “Fuck it. Why not?”

Levi stepped out of the way. “Order any drink you want, it’s on me.”

You hummed. “I will.” You went up to the VIP bar and ordered an expensive cocktail that you’d always wanted to try. “Thank you.”

Levi leaned on the bar and ordered his drink. “You are something else, you know that?”

You sat on the stool and smiled. “What? You never been slapped before by a woman?”

He smiled a little. “No one has ever dared to hit me. It was very new.”

“Want me to slap you again?”

He held his hand up. “Please don’t, you have a mean slap and if I lent you slap me again it’ll make me look weak and I’d rather not sk…never mind.”

You downed your drink and frowned. “Not as good as I thought it’d be.”

“Just because something is expensive, doesn’t mean it’s good.” He waved the barman over. “I know just the drink for you to try. Do you like chocolate and mint?”

“Yeah.”

He smiled. “Grasshopper for me and the bunny.” He looked over at you and sighed. “What’s your name, little bunny?”

You smiled and introduced yourself. You shook Levi’s hand. “Lovely to meet you.”

“You too.” He sighed. “What is it you do?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Rather not tell you.”

“Why’s that?”

You smiled. “Well, you might pretend to be my friend and like me because of my job. So, I’d rather not tell. I get it a lot.”

He nodded. “Alright, I guess that makes sense seeing as who I am.”

You took your drink and hummed. “Well…” You talked and talked with Levi about who you are and what you liked. You found that Levi and you had a lot in common, even if he was a dangerous leader of the mafia. You smiled and tapped your glass. “These are amazing.”

He smiled and tapped the counter. “Two more, barman.” He sighed a little. “We should have a little tea tasting session together.”

You smirked as you pushed your boobs out a little. “You trying to get me alone?”

“Is my plan working?”

You ran your hand up his thigh and hummed a laugh. “It is.”

He looked down at your hand and felt nervous, but excited to feel your touch more. He reached over and rubbed your cheek softly. He eyed your lips and felt his heart flutter. “It’s so strange.”

“What is?”

He ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “How I feel about you. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. You make my heart race, but I feel safe.”

You giggled. “I think you have a crush on me.”

“A crush? How do I know for sure?”

You stood up and walked up to him. You stood between his legs and cupped his face and lifted his head. “You kiss me and if you feel like everything around you fades away, then it’s a crush. If you kiss me and it just seems like a boring kiss, then it’s nothing. Finally, if you kiss me and all you think about is sex, then it’s lust. Either way, we still get to kiss.”

He looked up at you and hummed. “Let’s try.”

You pushed your fingers into Levi’s soft hair and pulled his head back. You leaned down and pressed your lips against Levi’s soft plump ones. You sighed through your nose as you felt your body relax. You’d kissed a lot of frogs in the past, but this was like kissing a god. You felt yourself melting at the contact. You nipped his lip and little and moaned in delight when he pushed his tongue into your mouth.

Levi felt the world around him disappear and it was just you and him in that moment. He slipped his hands over your waist and squeezed you. He smiled when your tongue moved with his. He felt like he could kiss you for the rest of his life. He lifted you up and helped you to straddle him on the stool. His heart raced with excitement, but he was also calm. He felt at home with you.

You pulled from Levi’s lips and smiled. “So?”

He moaned your name. “I know that this is not just lust or curiosity. I have that crush you spoke about.”

You kissed Levi again and hummed in delight. “I have it too. You’re just…I don’t know…something feels right between you and me.”

He smiled. “Yeah, I agree.”

You hummed and popped a button on his shirt to see his chest more. “How about we try some tea?”

“They don’t have any here, it’s a club.”

You laughed. “I meant at your place.”

He blushed. “Oh!” He cleared his throat. “I get it. S-sure.” He stood up and put his hand on your lower back as he walked. “So, umm…I don’t normally do this.”

You smiled. “I don’t either. So, it’s a first for us both.”

He stopped outside with you by his car. “You sure you want to go home with me?”

You opened the car door and got in. “Oow, comfy seats.”

Levi sat inside with you and closed the door. “You can say no at any point.”

You placed your hand on the inside of his thigh. “I know, so can you.”

He pushed his fingers into your hair and hummed. “I don’t want to stop.” He pulled you closer and kissed you. “You taste delicious.”

You smiled against his lips. “It’s the cocktails.”

He shook his head. “No, no it’s you.”

You giggle as you turned your head from Levi making him nibble and lick your neck. “I’ve never had someone talk so sweet to me before.”

Levi pulled back from your neck. “What? That doesn’t make sense. How is that possible? You’re wonderful.”

“You only just met me tonight.”

“And I feel like I’ve known you longer.”

You moved closer as if you were going to kiss him. “Same.” You pulled away just before he could kiss you making him pout. “Your car’s stopped.” You got out of Levi’s car and looked up at the apartment block. “Wow.”

Levi got out and talked to his driver before joining you. “I own the whole place.”

“Impressive.”

He led you inside and waved to the doorman. “We’re going to the top floor.” He let go of you and pressed for the top floor. “You okay with heights?”

You leaned against the lift wall. “I’d be better if you hold me.”

Levi walked up to you and slid his hands over your waist. “Bunny.”

You giggled. “You’re like the big old bear, huh?”

He kissed you and moaned as you pushed your tongue into his mouth. He pressed his body against yours and took your breath away. He kissed along your jawline to your neck. He nipped down and sucked. He ran his tongue up his fresh mark and moaned. He nipped your earlobe. “I’m a hungry bear.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck. “Yes.”

He walked backwards with you out of the lift. “One moment.”

You stumbled and bumped into his back as he swiped his keycard. You hugged him from behind and placed your hands on his pecs. “Oh wow, you’re muscular.”

“Thank you.”

You kissed his neck tattoo of wings. “Do you have more tattoos?”

“I do.” He opened his door and pulled you inside. “I’ll make the tea.”

You slipped your heels off and put them with his shoes. You placed your bag on the side and looked around the massive apartment. “Holy shit! This place is amazing.”

The apartment was huge and all open plan. You could see his bedroom area and his large bed. His bathroom was hidden behind frosted glass. Everything was clean and modern. You smiled at the little Roomba roaming around and cleaning the place. It was the perfect apartment, but a little lonely. Most walls were glass, so you could see the city. He had a balcony with a heated pool and a small garden area.

Levi walked up to you as you stood by the balcony doors. He offered you a tea. “What do you think?”

You hummed. “It’s lovely.” You sipped the tea and hummed. “Damn, you were right. You have amazing tea.”

“Thank you.”

You pressed your lips together and eyed the window. “You ever fucked anyone against this glass?”

Levi choked on his tea and started coughing after. “I umm. No.”

“Do you wanna?”

He stared at you. “Well, I don’t fuck.”

You frowned at his comment. “You don’t fuck?”

He shook his head. “No. I take my time. I devour my lover first to make sure she’s ready to have me. When I enter her, I’m slow, but after that, I’m hard and rough so I can make sure I can get as deep as possible. When she’s a pleasure-filled mess, I take it slow again and make love to her like she’s the only woman in the world.”

You gulped hard. “That sounds really good.”

He took your cup from you. “Want to try?”

You smiled. “Only if you’re a man of your word and can give it.”

He put the cups down before taking your hand and pulling you against him. “I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted.”

You held his tie and hummed. “I don’t want much.”

He lifted you up and carried you to his bed. “Are you sure? I can get you anything.”

You hummed a laugh. “We are from two different worlds. All I can think about is pizza.”

He put you on your feet at the end of the bed. “I can do that.”

You pushed him down to sit on the edge of his bed. “I’m going to take my dress off, the reason is, this is the point where most get disappointed.”

“You’re beautiful.”

You pulled the zip down at the back as you felt nervous. “Wait for it.” You pushed your dress off and stepped out of it. You hugged yourself as you stood in front of Levi in your underwear. “See what I mean? I’m not pretty.”

Levi blushed hard. “Holy shit.” He covered his mouth with his hand. “You’re…incredible.”

You smiled. “Really?”

“Yes.”

You held his tie and pulled it off him. You smile and knelt down in front of him. “Can I?” You undid his belt as you nibbled your lip. “You know…” You looked up at him through your lashes. “Only if you want?”

He gripped the bed and groaned. “I umm…I tried it before and didn’t really enjoy it, but I’m happy to try again if you’re offering.”

You smiled and unzipped his trousers. “Let me know when you want me to stop.”

“S-Sure.”

You pulled him out of his boxers and gasped at his size. “Impressive. I don’t know if I can take all of you, sorry.”

He massaged his fingers into your hair. “Don’t be sorry. You’re wonderful.”

You moved your hand up and down on him. “Thank you.”

You tucked your hair behind your ear and ran your tongue slowly up the underside of his cock. You kissed the tip and smiled at seeing precum. He licked it up and hummed a little. You sank your mouth down and took only his tip into your mouth. You moved your hand up and down the shaft as you moved your tongue around the underside of the tip. You moaned against his cock sending a vibration through Levi.

Levi gripped the bed tightly as he moaned at your actions. He looked down at you as his brows knitted together. He didn’t care much for this in the past, but you were fantastic. Your mouth was so hot, your tongue soft and the scent coming from you was sweet. He gulped hard as you lowered your head further down onto him. He grunted and tried his best to control his body. He flinched a little when you sucked hard and moved your tongue on him.

He cupped the side of your face and pulled you away. “Stop.”

You looked up at him and nibbled your lip. “Did I do something wrong?”

He panted as his cock twitched. “No, no you were amazing.”

“Oh…”

He pulled you up and kissed you. “I don’t want to cum in your mouth.” He massaged your breast and moaned. “I want to cum deep inside you.”

You blushed. “I want that too.”

Levi lifted you up as he lay back on the bed. “Your turn.”

You squeaked and fell onto the bed with your legs on either side of Levi’s head. “Levi?”

He tugged your underwear to the side. “Be a good bunny and sit.”

You nibbled your lip a little. “Won’t I be too heavy?”

He shook his head. “No.” He pulled his knife out of his pocket and cut your underwear off. “Perfect.”

You gasped. “Hey!”

“I’ll buy you more.”

You sat on his chest. “You’re a funny thing.”

He pouted. “Don’t take my dinner away.”

You laughed. “You’re cute.” You knelt up and sighed. “Alright, let’s try this.”

Levi spread your thighs and pulled you down on his mouth. He dragged his tongue slowly from your pussy to your clit and parted your slit. He moaned as you coated his tongue. He smiled as you shivered above him. He flicked his tongue against your clit and hummed in delight. He gripped your thighs tightly and began massaging them as he traced patterns on you to find out which ones made you moan the best.

He took your clit into his mouth and sucked hard as his tongue moved against you. You whimpered and whined as a tingle of pleasure started inside you. You placed your hands on Levi’s and leaned your head back. You closed your eyes and panted as you enjoyed the tongue of the most dangerous man in the city. You lowered down on him more and just let him devour you. You lost yourself in the pleasure.

You rocked your hips a little against Levi’s mouth. You blushed when you felt him smile against you. You gripped his hands tighter. Your legs started shaking as your coil tightened up. You hummed and mewled as you felt on the cusp of your orgasm. You shifted a little on Levi and felt him suck hard. You cried out as you felt a pop and a blissful heat surge through you. You shook above Levi before moving back and sitting on his chest.

You panted and hummed. “Fuck.”

Levi licked his lips and smiled. “That was delicious.”

You slipped off him and lay on your side on the bed. “Wow.”

Levi looked over at you and smiled. “You’re so beautiful.”

You giggled at him. “Thank you.”

He got up and stood at the end of the bed. “Get comfy, bunny.”

You moved up the bed and sat there watching Levi. You closed your legs as you watched him take his waistcoat off. “You look good in a waistcoat.”

“Thank you.” He pulled his smart shirt off and finally his trousers and tight boxers. “Told you I had more tattoos.”

You gasped at his pecs and both arms being covered in them. “They’re beautiful. Do you have any on your back?”

“Yes.”

You looked at his thigh thighs to see he had tattoos there as well. “They look really good on you.” You noticed a line of hair down to his privates that you knew as the treasure trail. You nipped your lip. “Are you going to join me?”

He nodded and crawled up the bed. He kissed you as he sighed through his nose. He pulled back and opened his bedside drawer and grabbed a condom. He pulled it slowly over his hard cock and sighed. “Are you ready?”

You lay back and wiggled a little down the bed. “Ready.”

He ran the tip of his cock up and down your slit. He moaned as you coated his tip in a beautiful shine. He held your hip and pressed into you a little bit. He looked up at your face to see you wince a little. “Sorry.”

You shook your head. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”

He pressed in and out of you making you moan. “That’s it, good bunny. Relax.”

You moved your hand down and parted yourself for him. “Levi, please.”

Levi blushed as he gazed at you openly welcoming him into you. He pressed himself in slowly and felt only a little resistance. He moaned as you squeezed his cock over and over. He pushed in all the way so his pelvis pressed nicely against yours. He panted and hummed. “Shit, you feel so good.”

You placed your hand on your pelvis. “I feel so full.”

“Bad?”

You shook your head and smiled. “Good. Really good.”

He leaned on his forearms on either side of your head. He kissed you and moaned. He pulled his hips back before pushing in again and making you let out a little quick moan. He kept kissing you as he moved his hips slowly so your body would get used to him, and he could find your g-spot. He angled his hips a few times until you moaned in a different pitch. He smiled into the kiss and moved his hips a little faster so his cock rubbed your g-spot over and over again.

You wrapped your arms around Levi and tangled your fingers in his hair. You moaned into the kiss as you felt nothing but pleasure throbbing through you from Levi’s actions. You hummed when he lowered his pelvis against yours and started rubbing against your clit. You tugged on Levi’s hair as your body burned with desire. You felt a tingle throughout your body. You felt like you and Levi were the only people in the world. You’d never felt this incredible before.

Levi gripped the bedsheet when you squeezed his cock with your pussy walls. He grunted a little and kept moving. He pulled from your lips and panted. “You going to cum?”

You nodded and whined. “Y-Yes.”

“Good girl.” He moved rougher. “Cum for me, bunny. Let go.”

“Levi.”

“Squeeze my cock. Cum around me.”

You arched your back and came hard. Your walls massaged his cock over and over as fireworks popped in your body. Your legs shook a little as you felt the warmth of your orgasm take over your body. “Fuck! Levi.”

He smiled as he grinded his hard dick into you. “Good bunny. Shit, you feel incredible.”

You relaxed against the bed. “Wow.” You giggled. “You’re amazing.”

“Thank you.”

You nibbled your lip. “I want to try a different position, is that okay?”

He nodded and pulled his dick from your pussy and saw the shine on his cock. He shifted back and watched you. “What would you like?”

You turned around and moved pillows around. You raised your bum and hips up as you pressed down your face against the pillows. “Like this.”

Levi admired the arch in your back and how cute your bum was. He ran his hands over your soft skin, then playfully slapped you on the bum making you buck. He smiled a little. “Good bunny.” He slapped your bum again and watched you clench up. “You like that?”

You blushed and nodded. “Y-Yes.”

He slapped your bum again, then rubbed and soothed the skin. “Such a good bunny.”

You whimpered at him. “Bear.”

He ran his cock up and down your slit before pressing in a little. He slammed his cock roughly into you making you scream against the pillows. He gripped your hips hard and started slamming his cock into you. He panted and moaned as his hips slapped against your soft bum. He moaned in delight as your pussy massaged his cock in pure ecstasy. He wished he could be kissing you, but you looked so incredible under him like this as you moaned and writhed in pure euphoria.

Levi reached over and grabbed his headboard. He panted then started bucking into you roughly. He moaned as the tip of his cock lightly kissed your cervix. He gazed down at you as you kept your head to the side and started drooling in pure heavenly pleasure. He knew your bum would be sore after all the slapping, but you were enjoying it and so was Levi. He gripped the headboard tighter making it groan as your walls massaged his cock.

You pulled at the pillows and whimpered. “L-Levi.”

“Good bunny.” He grunted. “Such a good bunny.”

You whined as your body felt like it was going to break. “Y-yes.”

“You’re so good for me.”

You tugged at the pillows. “S-So good. Y-Your cock.”

Levi moved one hand to your clit and started moving his fingers on you. “You going to cum for me?”

You nodded. “Y-Yes.”

“Sh-shit. That’s it.” He panted and hummed as you squeezed him. “You’re doing so good.” He kissed your back. “You’re incredible and wonderful.”

You came hard and cried out against the pillow. Your body convulsed under Levi as pleasure ripped through your body. You whimpered and moaned before collapsing against the bed and pulling Levi’s cock out of you. You panted and shivered. “Levi.” You looked up at him. “My big bear.”

Levi turned you onto your back and wrapped his arms around you as he rested his full weight against you. “I went a bit too hard.” He kissed you. “Forgive me. I only want to protect you and pleasure you.”

You smiled at him as you shifted your weak legs. “It was perfect. I asked for it.”

Levi slipped his cock back into your making you let out a cute little moan. He smiled at you as he played with your hair. “You’re so cute.”

You giggled. “You’re sweet.”

He kissed you as he rolled his hips against you causing his cock to rub your g-spot and his body against your clit. “You’re so wonderful and amazing.” He gave you a pleading look. “I’m so glad you came to my club.”

You whimpered as your pleasure built up. “Le-Levi.”

He panted as he felt his need to cum building. “I adore you. You’re perfection.” He kissed your neck and nibbled. “You’re my dream lover.” He moaned your name. “I want to keep you. I want you as mine forever. My bunny.”

You smiled and felt weightless. You knew Levi was asking you for a lot as his cock was sliding in and out of your pussy. You gripped his back and hair and knew that you wanted to hold onto this man just as much as he wanted to hold onto you. “Yes.”

Levi moved his hips a little faster. “Fuck.”

You rolled your hips against Levi’s as you grinded your way to your orgasm. You gasped as Levi bit your neck hard and sucked. He kissed around to the other side of your neck and bit again. You bucked against Levi as he sucked the other side of your neck. You knew after this you were going to be covered in love bites and you were going to wear them with pride. You knew Levi was dangerous, but you would love to be with him. You and he shared so much in common that it felt like you’d known each other for years.

You cupped the side of Levi’s face and made him look at you. You both panted together and smiled. You kissed him and moaned in bliss. You moved your hips a little faster against him. You gripped Levi tighter and cried into the kiss as you felt the pop and rush of pleasure burn through your veins. You lifted your hips and rocked with Levi as you made your pleasure last.

Levi grunted and groaned as you clenched him over and over again. Levi bucked into you hard and fast, then slammed in deep as he came hard. He moaned into the kiss as his whole body shivered. He pulled back from your lips and panted. “Fuck.”

You smiled at Levi. “That was…incredible.”

Levi smiled at you and hummed a laugh. “It was. You were…” He laughed as he blushed hard. “Shit.” He hugged you and hid his face. “I want to keep you so badly.”

You rubbed Levi’s back. “If it makes you happy, I’m not leaving tonight.”

He pulled back. “Promise?”

You nodded. “Yes, plus I don’t think it’s possible. My legs are done for.”

Levi slid his cock out of you and kissed you. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

“Okay.”

He kissed you before running to the bathroom. He cleaned himself up and returned to you to see you’d passed out into a deep sleep. He smiled softly at how beautiful you looked. He changed into PJ bottoms first, then he changed you. He took your bra off and moved your floppy body as he pulled a shirt of his on you. He moved you into the bed and pulled the covers up. He crawled in next to you and fell asleep for the first time in a long time.

You woke up in the middle of the night with the urge to pee. You looked up to see Levi holding you as he slept. You kissed his cheek before slipping out of his arms and stumbling to the bathroom. When you returned to Levi, you debated about leaving or staying. You sat on the bed and gazed at Levi as he slept peacefully.

Levi whined in his sleep and mumbled your name. “Bunny…”

You felt your heart skip a beat and knew you needed to stay. You crawled into bed and held onto Levi. You closed your eyes and thought about your situation. This was the first time you’d ever gone home with a man and slept with him. You weren’t the type to do this sort of thing, but you were so drawn to this man.

Levi awoke to the morning sun shining through the windows. He hummed and looked down to see you using his chest as a pillow. He kissed the top of your head and shifted you off his body. He went into his bathroom and ran you a nice relaxing bath to start your day. Once the bath was full, he started making you breakfast and went all out by baking a selecting of treats and cooking some savoury things too.

You opened your eyes and pouted at seeing the bed empty. You sat up and inhaled the delicious smells. “Bear?”

Levi ran over to you in just his PJ bottoms and an apron. “Bunny!”

You smiled at him as you took him in and ruffled your messy bed hair. “Morning.”

He walked over and sat on the bed. “Morning.” He held your chin and kissed you. “I’ve run you a bath and I’ve made you breakfast.”

“Thank you. That’s so sweet of you.”

He kissed you and smiled. “I want to take care of you.”

You smiled and nibbled your lip. “I have a week off work.”

“You do?”

You nodded. “We can spend that time spending it together, having dates and repeating what we did last night.”

He blushed a little. “I would love that.”

You got out of bed and walked to the bath. You pulled your shirt off and slipped into the warm water with a sigh. “So good.”

Levi dragged a stool closer and sat behind you. He grabbed a sponge and softly cleaned your skin. “I’ve called one of my people to get you some clothes, seeing as I cut your underwear off.”

You giggled as Levi started washing your hair. “You did, didn’t you?”

Levi pulled your head back and kissed your forehead. “I’m thinking today I just spoil you and look after you here at home.”

You blushed a little. “Can I spoil you?”

“You can, just stay with me all day and the week you’re off work.”

You smirked at him. “Deal, but I will find a way to spoil you because you have treated me so well.” You turned around in the bath. “Anything you want, I’ll give it to you.” You frowned. “Actually, that’s a bit hard when you kind of have everything.”

He kissed you and sighed. “I don’t have you, yet.”

You blushed. “That was smooth.” You leaned your cheek on your hand. “I’ll think of something.”

“I can’t wait.”

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Watch Your Fucking Mouth

This is based on the prompt "watch your fucking mouth" TW: smut, degradation, swearing, choking, spit, slapping, dacryphilia, mean levi Everyone is 18+ in this

This was the 10th time you'd been called to the captains office this month. You had always been a trouble maker, but it got infinitely worse once you joined the military. Something about being surrounded by authority constantly lit a fire in you. This time you were called in for getting in a fight with another cadet. You couldn't remember his name even, just that you were bashing his face in for something he said to Sasha. Levi sighed quietly behind you as he clicked the door shut. "I'm starting to think you're doing this on purpose." He spoke behind you. You rolled your eyes and stood still, facing forward. "Why would I do that Captain?" You asked slightly annoyed. "Maybe you like coming to see me." The captain responded and came up from behind you, standing in front now facing you. You scoffed a little too loud and he picked up on it. Levi raised his eyebrows and stared at you. "Am I wrong?" He questioned, seemingly uninterested. You snorted and stared right back. "Why would I be interested in you? I like my men tall and kind. Maybe I should see if Jean's awake when I finish here. He was always a good fuck." You responded. Levi's eyebrow twitched. "Watch it cadet." Levi said staring hard into you. "Point is, I would never be interested in someone like you." You said and looked back. "I said watch your fucking mouth." The captain said with a quiet anger.

He pushed you against the wall so hard the air was knocked out of you. What you said wasn't true of course. Every time you saw him you got knots in your stomach, but you didn't dare let him know that. Levi had his hand wrapped around your throat and held you in place. You struggled to breathe but refused to look away. Your knees became weak, whether it was from the choking or the mere idea of him being this close to you, you couldn't tell. You tried swallowing but his grip made it impossible. "What a pretty shade of blue. It always was my favorite color." Levi spoke under his breath, so quiet you almost missed it. You raised your brows and started grasping at his hand, trying to claw it away. Levi only clenched tighter and bore holes in your skull with his stare. He clicked his tongue and let go after what seemed like hours. You gasped for air and fell to your knees, holding your throat. You couldn't help but feel something in your stomach from this, no matter how sick it was. "Now I could get used to this." The captain said and yanked your head back with a fistful of your hair, not giving you any time to recover from the assault. Your eyes widened looking up at your captain. This felt like it came out of nowhere. You weren't complaining of course. Levi's grip remained in your hair as he examined your face and the red mark forming on your neck. He used his other hand to squish your cheeks together. Everything was hurting but in a good way. What kind of person enjoyed this? Your whole body tingled with anticipation. "Open." He commanded. Your body moved on impulse and you opened your mouth while he kept his grip on your cheeks. Your tongue slithered out while you watched him in awe. The captain spit on your tongue. "Swallow." Without hesitation you gulped down his spit. "Just making sure you CAN follow orders. I was getting worried there cadet." Levi spoke to you as he moved his hand from your cheeks, and began unbuckling his belts. You didn't dare look down so you just watched his face. He kept his stare on you as well. Levi gripped his member through his pants and pulled it out. You were too nervous to look down. "Look at it cadet." He ordered and you dragged your eyes away and looked at his cock. It was the biggest you had ever seen, and you had your way around town. It was hard and twitching as he watched you. Now once you looked at it you couldn't look away no matter how much you wanted to. "You're going to suck my cock solider. And don't make any noise. I don't need anyone knowing how much of a slut you are." He spoke firmly and yanked your head towards him. You complied and opened your mouth. His long cock shoved in your mouth and hit the back of your throat. Your body betrayed you and let out a loud gag. Levi squinted his eyes and pulled out of you. In one fluid movement he slapped the side of your face so hard your face was pushed to the side. It felt like you were shocked with electricity in your cheek. Your eyes widened in pain as tears welled up in them. "What did I say L/N." Levi said harshly. You nodded and looked back up at him, while cradling the side of your face with your palm.

The captain smacked your hand away and bent down to meet your eyes. "You deserve all the pain you get, all you are is a dirty whore who gets on their knees whenever they're told." You nodded your head faster and dropped your hand. "Good, now let's try this again." The captain said and stood back up, still holding your hair. You opened your mouth and he shoved his cock back in. It hit the back of your throat again but you willed yourself not to gag. Spit began dripping down your chin as you slowly started bobbing your head. Levi smirked and began playing with your hair. "Look at how pretty you are." He whispered at you. The encouragement only made you go faster. "Slow down whore. You wouldn't wanna wear yourself out would you? You're dumb as hell if you think we're done as soon as you finish here. Are you dumb cadet?" Levi asked. You shook your head as you wrapped your tongue around his cock. Tears began falling from your eyes. You couldn't tell if it was from sucking his cock or from the harsh words and pain. You didn't care. "Such a pretty whore. You look so beautiful crying for me." Levi cooed as he played with your hair. You closed your eyes hard as tears continued to fall. Your head bobbed as you sucked and licked his shaft as if your life depended on it. Levi groaned to himself quietly as he watched you. He moved his thumb across your cheek wiping your tears away. "That's my girl." He whispered to you. Your face was a mix of spit and tears but somehow he found it to be the most attractive thing in the world. "Nothing has worked in stopping your attitude before so maybe this will be adequate. Although that would mean you wouldn't visit my office anymore." Levi spoke to himself. You moaned to yourself not wanting to stop visiting. The captain pulled himself out once more and lifted you to your feet by your hair. The pain hurt so bad you wanted to scream. Levi stared in your eyes. "You really don't know how to obey do you?" He criticized you. "Maybe I should strip you and kick you out so everyone can see how much of a slut you are." You pleaded with your eyes. "I'll be good please sir can I keep going" you begged him. He smiled to himself. He decided he liked hearing you beg for him. "Maybe you need something a little more?" Levi asked rhetorically. You couldn't possibly think of what he had planned. "Take off your underwear." He ordered. You slowly dragged your pants and underwear down, trying to be as still as possible as to not pull your hair more. You stripped off your black lace thong and gave it to him. "Good. Now since you can't keep quiet" he started. Levi rolled up your underwear and shoved them in your mouth.

Everything he did surprised you more and more. Levi ripped off your shirt and buttons flew everywhere. Before you could protest the captain grabbed a buckle from his clothes and wrapped your arms behind you. "Stay still." Levi said and separated your legs forcefully with his knee. You yelped in shock and looked down. He reached his hand down and touched your clit softly. You jerked not expecting the sudden touch. "Oh now you don't wanna be a slut?" Levi questioned taking his hand away. You shook your head quickly not wanting him to stop. "If you say so" He responded and shoved two fingers deep inside you. Your knees felt weak beneath you and you could barely hold yourself up. The captain began working his fingers in you and held you by the waist. He looked down methodically, taking the task at hand serious like he did with all things in life. Your body squirmed in desperation as he was bringing you closer to your peak. You tried speaking through your damp fabric but it came out only as muffled sound. "Hm?" He asked and used his other hand to pull it out of your mouth as he continued fingering you. "Please captain fuck me." You begged, no longer caring how you looked or how much you liked it. "Captain please I need you, please use me and let me cum." You continued begging him. Levi wanted to smile but remained emotionless and pretended to ponder for a second. "You think you deserve it?" He asked as he only fucked you with his fingers faster. You nodded your head and tried to put off your climax. "I don't know, you haven't been good for me." He went on and watched your face as it contorted. He could tell you were nearing your climax. Just as you were about to reach your peak he yanked his fingers from you. You audibly gasped and almost fell at the sudden loss of him. Levi used one hand to hold your hip and then used his other to shove his fingers in your mouth. "How do you taste? Is it as good as I think it is?" He whispered to you. Your eyes widened as you eagerly accepted his fingers.

You could taste your wetness off them and it turned you on even more. Then Levi did the unthinkable. He pulled his fingers from your mouth and replaced them with his lips. You stood there shocked as he held and kissed you. His tongue slithered in and wrapped around yours. You grumbled into the kiss and leaned forward against his chest. The captain grabbed one of your breasts with his hand and began playing with it slowly, rolling your nub between his fingers. Levi pulled away from your lips and grinned. "It is as good as I thought it'd be." He stated and put your underwear back in your mouth. Levi moved you backwards till you hit the wall again. You were unable to stabilize yourself so you put all your trust into him. Levi lifted you up with ease, and you wrapped your legs around him. He had complete access to all of you. You had never felt so vulnerable and exposed in your entire life. "Now let's see what you're capable of hm?" He asked as he watched your eyes. Levi grabbed his cock and rubbed it down your moist slit once before plunging it deep into you. Your body crumbled in pain and you gripped your legs around him tighter. The captain stayed still and watched your face contort from pain to pure pleasure. As soon as he deemed fit he began pumping his cock slowly. "My you have such a tight cunt brat." He praised as he held you tighter. You moaned out softly as he hit all the right spots. "Such a good slut, pulling me in." He said and used one of his hands to grab your chin. Levi forced you to look up at him as he fucked you. The look on your face had him aching. You were hot and flushed and your eyes begged for more. Something the captain didn't fail to notice. He picked up his pace as he felt your lips clench around him. Levi groaned out quietly. Your walls clenched and pulled on his cock and it was becoming too much for him. Levi ripped the fabric from your mouth, desperately wanting to hear every sound you made. Moans escaped your lips as his pelvis grinded against yours, causing friction on your clit. "I-I'm gonna cum." You whimpered, maintaining eye contact with him. "Not without my permission brat." He mumbled as he plunged himself into you. You whined out in frustration. Levi snuck one hand down and started rubbing your clit with his thumb. Moans echoed throughout the room and you were sure everyone else could hear you.

The roughness of him fucking you and softness of his thumb pad against you made your head spin and you couldn't think straight. Without warning your pussy clenched and came all over his cock. "Captain!" You groaned out, as you shook against his body. Levi didn't falter his pace as he fucked you through your high. Once your breathing became more even Levi slowed to a stop causing you to whimper. Before you could blink you felt sharpness on your cheek. Levi had slapped you again. "What did I say?" He asked calmly. The man pulled his cock from you and let you down so you stood by yourself. In one motion he pulled the belt off your arms, freeing you. He was starting to get dressed again. "Wh- no! I'm sorry captain please I didn't mean to. It felt so good I just couldn't... please I'll be good please I wanna keep going." You cried out. He looked you up and down and stopped getting dressed. "Then beg." He said. Your face turned red as you looked at him. "I-" you started. Levi grabbed your shoulders and shoved you down to your knees. "Beg for it." He repeated himself. He didn't want to stop either, but he needed to teach you a lesson. Tears stung your eyes from the pain as you kneeled, looking up at him. "Please captain I need to be fucked by you more. It feels so good and I want to make you cum. Please Captain I'll do anything..." you trailed off. As Levi looked down at you he saw your tear stricken face watching him. He smirked to himself as he grabbed a bunch of your hair in his hand. Your body went limp under him as he held you by your hair like a ragdoll. "How can I say no to that?" He whispered to you. Your heart beat fast as he pushed your body down on all fours. You were facing a mirror, and you saw him behind you crouching next to your ass. Without warning, he shoved his cock all the way into you again. You yelped in pain at the motion, but it quickly turned to pleasure. "Look at you, on all fours for your captain. What would everyone else think?" He spoke as he began fucking you. Levi chuckled at you. "You look like a bitch in heat." He degraded you. The captain pulled you back towards him so your back was flush with him. He wrapped his hand around your throat and applied pressure, choking you while fucking you from behind. "I want you to watch how I put you in your place, where you fucking belong." He whispered against your ear, causing chills down your spin. You looked at yourself; you were an absolute mess. Tears were streaming down your bright red face. A mix from the overwhelming pleasure, the humiliation, and the pain. Your body was covered in sweat from all the exercise. Levi's eyes followed yours as you traced your figure in the mirror with your eyes. His hand gripped your neck tighter making it harder to breathe. "Now, you're going to cum for me one more time. Think you can do that princess?" He asked mockingly. You nodded as best you could. You did want to cum again, everything was feeling too good. "Answer me." He said sternly as he slammed into you from behind. You let out a sob. "Y-yes sir" you spoke. The captain shoved into you harder and faster making you shake. He was hitting all the right places inside you, and you knew you couldn't wait long. "C-can I?" You said softly. "Not yet." He said only going faster. Your eyes refused to leave his in the mirror and he smirked. He knew he was reaching his high too, but he wanted to wait a little bit longer. The captain gripped tighter on your neck as his breaths became uneven. "Now." He ordered. Like your body was waiting for it you burst into climax. As soon as he felt you clench around him, the captain fucked you harder.

Once he felt you come down he pulled you off him and flipped your body around facing him. He rubbed himself and pinched your cheeks causing your mouth to open. You stuck your tongue out and felt the warm liquid hit it. The man grunted as he came all over your mouth. You looked up at him with doe eyes as he breathed hard. Leaving your tongue out for him to assess you finally swallowed once he gave a nod of approval. It slid down your throat and you grinned. The captain looked over you once more. "I think I could get used to you coming to my office more." He spoke.

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