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A/N: Thank you for sending this request in, anon! I should've probably split this up into two separate parts since it's a bit long but fuck it. I hope you enjoy! (And your English is fantastic.)

Word Count: 6.7k

Warnings: Sexual content. MDNI/18+.

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Covetous Eyes - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

cov·et·ous (adj.) /ˈkəvədəs/ having or showing a great desire to possess something belonging to someone else.

It has been happening for a few weeks now.

Captain Levi has been throwing more positive feedback than usual your way during training, way more compared to the other soldiers. Whenever he does so, he makes sure it’s subtle enough so nobody else catches it. He looks around before placing a firm fist on your shoulder with a lowered voice as a compliment drops from his mouth. While very unusual and unexpected, you keep this matter to yourself. You don’t dare to confide in your “friends” about this as you know word would spread quickly across the Scout Regiment. It always does.

Besides, the last thing you want to do is jeopardize or even risk his reputation.

Following expeditions, it seemed like his eyes always searched for yours in a sea of blood and corpses. When his icy eyes met yours, his hardened demeanor softened ever so slightly: the crinkles around his eyes ease into smooth lines, his shoulders lower, and his downward frown of a scowl relaxes into a neutral position. You aren’t sure exactly when it started or why. But you know that at least someone in the regiment potentially cared about you and your safety. The thought gave you comfort.

And what better person than Humanity’s Strongest?

You have recently been working closely with a high ranking officer of the Survey Corp to improve your combat and ODM gear skills: Lieutenant Pryce. He offered to help you with personalizing your gear to your body for maximum efficiency out in the field. He was a few years older than you, taller, even a bit handsome… But you had no time to think about stuff like that. Keeping things professional and friendly are of the utmost importance in these situations.

However, that was not on your mind at this very moment. Instead, you are focused on throwing all your weight through your wrapped fists into the dummy in front of you. Lieutenant Pryce had urged that your upper body strength needed to be improved in order for the gear to be easier to use. It is late and nobody else is up. Starting tonight, you had plans to spend at least an hour or two in the indoor training area each evening to follow the Lieutenant’s advice.

Even though you’re wearing a sports bra and shorts, you still manage to come to the cusp of overheating. As sweat lazily drips down the curve of your lower back and another down the side of your cheek, you lose yourself in the physical moment. So much so that when you feel something glide on your side, you jump out of your skin. And instinctively, you throw out a fist with no specific target.

To your horror, it is Lieutenant Pryce, holding hand over his stomach as a reaction to your punch. Your racing heartbeat immediately settles down.

“Goddamn, you nearly just gave me a heart attack,” you breathe out as you put your hands on your hips. “What’re you doing here?”

“And you just nearly gave me a bowel perforation, I guess we’re even,” he dryly jokes as he presses gently down on his abdomen, wincing slightly. “Came to check on you, I knew it wouldn’t be long before I would find you here.”

“Well, thanks, I appreciate that. But I was kind of in the zone. Do you mind?”

He chuckles, “Your transparency and commitment to the Scouts is unwavering. It’s what makes you different from the others.”

“Uh, thanks… I mean, I feel like we all should be equally dedicated to the Scouts. Otherwise why are we here?”

“Fair point. Can I help you out with your stance?”

“Sure.”

The Lieutenant stands behind you as you face the punching bag yet again. You get into your position: legs, slightly bent, hands and arms, protecting your face and upper chest. He presses his body against yours, and your eyes immediately go wide. He wraps his hands around your wrists and pulls them down slightly.

“Your core is too vulnerable, your arms should be here. Also, you should tuck your chin in more towards your chest. Spread your legs a little wider and have one step forward a bit.”

His voice is muffled in your ears as you struggle to comprehend his words. All you can concentrate on is the fact that he’s so damn close. You can feel his body heat penetrating your clothes. It makes you slightly uncomfortable. Would he be doing this to a male soldier?

“Got it?” he asks, and it snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, clearing your throat, “I think I got it. Thanks.”

“What’s going on?”

And from the shadows, Captain Levi appears, stepping toward you and Lieutenant Pryce. You swallow a thick wad of saliva that formed at the top of your throat. Out of habit, you immediately salute your superior. Lieutenant Pryce stands next to you, unfazed by the Captain’s presence.

“Was just teaching your cadet here a proper sparring form. Not sure what you’ve been teaching the soldiers, but it looks like you’ve been slacking.”

Captain Levi’s scowl slightly deepens, but only for a second before it reverts back to normal.

“Remind me again from today’s meeting, out of all that have ever existed in the Scouts, which squad has had the highest survival:titan kills ratio?”

“Yours, but—”

“Then until you climb higher in the ranks, Lieutenant, I suggest you affiliate yourself with matters that only concern you,” he turns to you. “And you—I don’t recall giving you permission to continue training at this hour. Your body needs rest.”

“Sir, I want to further master my ODM skills. Lieutenant Pryce informed me that improving my upper body strength can help achieve that goal. He met with the Section Commander earlier this afternoon and granted me special permission to continue training throughout the evenings.”

The Captain’s head turns towards the Lieutenant’s.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, sir,” you confirm.

“Then you’ve been misinformed.”

“Excuse me?”

“Let’s return to Tactical Training 101: it has virtually nothing to do with the upper body,” Captain Levi walks over toward you to point and touch various areas on your body to demonstrate his points.

You stand there awkwardly, stiff as a board.

“Performing three dimensional maneuvers is impossible without a precise technique of body weight shifting. The legs and hips are the most crucial for proper functionality as overtaxing the muscles is a legitimate possibility. This is why improving and maintaining proper lower body strength is, on the whole, integral for overall ODM gear mastery.”

The Lieutenant hesitates before shaking his head.

“I would have to disagree, Captain Levi. While that all may be true, when I trained, I emphasized upper body strength and saw a dramatic improvement in how I handled the gear. Maybe we’re missing a piece of the puzzle.”

“And how would you train? What exercises? Did you take into account that you were perhaps working your lower body as well during these workouts?”

Lieutenant Pryce is quiet as you can see the gears turning in his head. You notice a pink tinge breaking across his cheeks in embarrassment. He doesn’t speak. Captain Levi’s eyes lower at him.

“I’d recommend you break out your textbooks again to ensure you aren’t misremembering any other tactical operations. It’s one thing for you to believe these things, but you’re spewing them to others and putting those individuals at risk for equipment misuse. Equipment that’s imperative to their survival.”

It’s quiet. The tension and the air is so thick that you can practically cut it with a knife. You swallow a large, awkward lump that had formed in your throat. The Lieutenant scratches the back of his neck and turns towards you, but his eyes don’t meet yours. They remain on the dirty training floor.

“I’ll see you.”

You nod, even though he doesn’t see it. And with that, he walks away without another word, and with his head hanging low. He disappears into the corridor of darkness. Captain Levi turns to you; his tone is audibly gentler.

“If you truly wanted to improve your tactical skills, you should’ve come to me.”

“Yes, sir. I know you always have a lot going on and figured I’d start small.”

“I see. Did he make you uncomfortable?” the Captain’s eyes bore into yours. “The Lieutenant? He looked to be very close to you just now. I can have him relieved immediately.”

“What? N-” your eyebrows furrow together and you lose your composure for a split second. You take a breath and become as stoic as him once again. “That won’t be necessary, sir.”

Something flashes across the Captain’s features. Something you can’t quite define. It feels as if the world just includes him and you. Nobody and nothing else. You desperately try to read his face to get a clue as to what is going through his mind.

You fail your goal when he turns on his heel and looks over his shoulder toward you.

“Get some rest, now. That’s an order.”

* * *

Over the course of the week, you and Lieutenant Pryce are distant. At least when it comes to tactical knowledge, anyway. During training days, he’s still very friendly and cracks jokes at you. He pushes you to do your best, pushes your body just past its limit. He insists it's for your own good. But when you vomit up at least some of your breakfast most days, it’s increasingly hard to believe.

When everyone is dismissed for the day from training grounds, as the sun sets, you hear Lieutenant Pryce’s voice.

“Hey,” he says your name. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

Currently every fiber of your being is begging for just a moment’s peace after a long and grueling day. You’re sweaty and starving. Parched. All you wanted right now was a shower and some sustenance. Still, you manage to crack a smile in his direction and nod.

“Sure.”

He motions for you to talk in private. You two silently walk together and settle in the corner of a quiet, long hallway.

“What’s up?”

“I was wondering… we make a pretty good team, right? You and I?”

“Yeah, I guess,” you chuckle and cross your arms over your chest. “We do alright.”

“We do. I was wondering if… you’d… maybe want to hang out sometime. Like, outside of work.”

Your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. Lieutenant Pryce is doing this. And since you have a horrible poker face, he sees your shock almost immediately.

“I-I-I mean it’s totally fine if you don’t want to,” his face heats up. “I totally get it if not. A superior asking a subordinate out is totally inappropriate. Just… forget I said anything, okay?”

“No, I…”

You often find yourself doing something you don’t want to do out of the sake of making other people feel comfortable and confident in themselves. This is no exception. Call it a character fault.

“I want to.”

“Really?”

You try to be the most convincing, “Really.”

The Lieutenant smiles, “Okay.”

* * *

A few nights later, you find yourself waiting at nighttime by the local water fountain in your nicest clothes. Since everyone has today and tomorrow off for once, the Lieutenant and you decided that this would be the perfect day to spend some time together outside of the Scouts HQ.

You look up at the moon hanging low in the clear night sky. You aren’t sure what you’re doing here or what tonight will lead to. But you remind yourself to take it one step at a time. Lieutenant Pryce is certainly not bad looking, and he is a pretty good soldier himself. A bit older, sure. But that’s not a concern to you.

Who knows. Maybe this guy is the love of your life.

Something grabs your shoulder softly and you’re up on your feet with your hands drawn toward your face in a boxing stance. You almost throw a punch out, but you manage to stop yourself. It’s the Lieutenant. With flowers in his right hand.

“Fuck me...” you swear, catching your breath and flattening your dress clothes neatly on your body. “I thought I told you to not do that.”

“Stance’s looking better.”

“Thanks.”

“You look nice,” the Lieutenant’s eyes crawl up and down your body at an agonizing pace. When he reaches the flowers toward you, your cheeks heat up. Still, you smile warmly.

“As do you. Thank you.”

“Let’s take a walk, yeah?”

“Okay.”

The night begins. You two walk in the darkness of the streets, all asleep at this hour. It’s nice. You’re so used to seeing the hustle and bustle of the daytime that you never thought of what it would be like otherwise. Despite the emptiness, the smell of fresh bread and freshly-caught fish linger in the air.

You thought that perhaps the interactions between you two would be awkward, but it’s not. Quite the opposite. There are moments of silence, yes, but they aren’t awkward. Neither of you struggle to fill that void. You walk in the quiet together.

Turns out, Lieutenant Pryce, also known as Greyson, is quite charming. He knows what to say and when. He compliments you left and right. It’s a stark contrast to the person you see dripping sweat during sparring. Almost like two different people entirely. Hours seem to pass by in a blink. When the moon reaches its peak in the sky, you two make your way back to the barracks.

Right before you two enter HQ, the Lieutenant pulls you aside and you feel his lips on yours. It’s such a quick movement that it happens faster than you can register it. Faster than you can push him away. He stands a few steps back from you with a confused look on his face.

“The hell was that?” you say, out of breath.

“A kiss,” Greyson points out obviously. “I’m sorry, was that too forward?”

“It certainly caught me off guard… why didn’t you ask first?”

“You make a good point. Just thought it might ruin the mood. May I kiss you?”

“Now that you’ve asked, yes. You may.”

Greyson smiles at you and steps toward you briskly. His lips meet yours once again and your back presses against the stone wall behind you. His hand brushes against your cheek and his thumb makes soft strokes against the skin there. Once the tip of his tongue shyly brushes against your bottom lip, you gladly let him in.

The kiss deepens and so does your breath. Your heart picks up in pace. His hand slithers to your waist and pulls your hips into his.

“What the fuck is this?”

When your eyes snap open, you’re met with the blinding light of a torch. You gasp and shield your eyes. Through the gaps of your fingers, you see him. Captain Levi.

“Captain, I-I…” you begin, but don’t know what to say.

“You. Get inside. Now.”

Nothing but the deadliest venom drips from his voice. A stark contrast of how he usually speaks to you. Your stomach drops to your feet.

“But—”

Commander Erwin’s voice is stern and surprises you.

“Follow your orders, cadet.”

You have no choice but to follow orders. Your eyes meet Greyson’s and an “I’m sorry” almost inaudibly leaves your lips.

Just an hour later, you’re lying in bed. Unable to sleep. Your hair is sopping wet from your shower and your tongue still tastes of peppermint toothpaste. Your eyes stare up into the ceiling above you as your mind replays the events that transpired this evening. Greyson’s laugh, his smile, his eyes, his lips… how he held you. You’re not used to being touched like that. It’s been a while.

Knock knock knock knock.

Your eyebrows raise at the unexpected noise. Maybe it’s Greyson. Quickly, you toss your feet over the edge of the bed and approach the door. When you open it, you’re standing face to face with Greyson. But he’s absolutely disheveled. His face is blotchy and there’s a cut on his eyebrow. His eyes are bloodshot and his voice is shaky.

“Hey.”

“What happened?” you ask, full of concern. “What’s going on?”

“I’m being dishonorably discharged… for being inappropriately involved with a subordinate.”

“Come in and sit down.”

Greyson gives his spiel. The Commander and the Captain were out on a late night walk themselves and after you left, Captain Levi apparently hit him across the face in a fit of rage, explaining the laceration. Then Commander Erwin pulled Greyson into his office and informed him of military policy of improper relationships between superiors and subordinates.

It constitutes an immediate dishonorable discharge.

“And… Captain Levi isn’t facing any repercussions for assaulting you? How’s that fair?”

“You and I both know that Levi and Erwin are best buddies. He isn’t going to do anything to him. And, unlike me, Levi is indispensable.”

“That’s a conflict of interest if I ever saw it,” you mutter in between clenched teeth. “Do you think it would do anything if I talked to them?”

“No; policy is policy. There’s nothing either of us can do. Believe me, I tried.”

You sigh and rub your eyes with frustration. This feels like it’s your fault. You should’ve just denied Greyson the date while you had the chance. Neither of you would be in this awkward position otherwise.

“Hey,” you feel a palm land on your knee. You look up. “Everything’s gonna be okay.”

“Not really. The Garrison won’t take you, neither will the MPs. Not with you being dishonorably discharged. You’ll probably end up working the fields or some stupid shit like that. And it’s my fault.”

Greyson shrugs.

“Who knows, maybe I’ll be better at that than fighting titans. Would be safer, too. And this is not your fault. I asked you out first, remember?”

“I guess. But in that case, it sounds like you didn’t care much for the Scouts to begin with.”

“You could say that,” he shakes his head and sighs. You sense he’s getting frustrated with you. In your head, that’s fine, because you’re not exactly impressed with him, either. “Anyway, I’m gonna go. They’re giving me a week to pack up and get out. I don’t think I’ll stay here that long. Word is gonna get out. And I’m not sure how this affects you quite yet.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

Both of you get up from the edge of your bed and you two exchange a long hug as well as a goodnight. Greyson leaves and you shut the door. You lean up against it and look up at the ceiling again. A deep breath leaves your chest as you pad over to the bed again. You attempt to go to sleep, but to no avail. You toss and turn the entire night.

* * *

The next morning, you practically feel the bags hanging from under your eyes. You’re lucky if you got two hours of sleep. And today was ODM training, which means lots of physical work. You avoid Captain Levi like the fucking plague. You’re pissed at him for what happened last night. For the entire morning, you see people whispering into each other’s ears while they look inconspicuously at you. Perhaps it’s paranoia, but you’re not one to doubt yourself.

As you think about these things, it makes you accidentally misplace a grapple hook into a tree. You fall to the unforgiving gravel ground below, at least three stories high, and skid the top of your forehead in the process. Drops of red drip into the dirt in front of you as you set yourself up on your forearms.

“Are you okay?” Captain Levi appears at your side, landing smoothly from the sky. He grabs your chin and makes you look up at him. You feel a warm trail of blood make its way down the skin of your face. He looks genuinely concerned.

But then you think about what happened to Greyson and a flash of anger runs through your veins.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you spit without thinking and rip your face from his grip. “I’m fine.”

You loop your fingers into the hand grips again and take off, leaving Captain Levi in the literal dust so you cannot hear any potential protest from him. As you soar through the air, tears fill your eyes. You make the conscious decision to remain quiet for the rest of the day.

* * *

You eat dinner alone in your room. You swiped some food from the Mess Hall earlier since your appetite at that time was nonexistent and you knew you’d be hungry later. You sit at your poorly-made desk, which is pushed up against some windows, and eat your meal in silence. You stare up at the full moon in a glitter spackled sky as you reflect on your day. You didn’t see Greyson all day, although you didn’t really expect to. Would he leave without saying goodbye? You aren’t sure. You really don’t give too much a damn about the guy, anyway.

Knock knock knock.

Speak of the devil.

You open the door and it’s not Greyson, no. It’s the last person on earth you expected. It’s Captain Levi. You don’t bother to serve him a salute. You’re still beyond pissed at him.

“Good evening,” he greets.

“Evening.”

“May I come in?”

“You may not.”

“In that case, come to my office in five. We need to have a chat.”

“Sir.”

You close the door before he can say another word. You absentmindedly slip into tomorrow’s clean uniform, which is already laid out for you. When you’re done, you make your way to the Captain’s Quarters. You knock three times and state your name.

“Come in.”

You twist the door handle open and enter swiftly, closing the heavy door behind you. You see Captain Levi at his desk. His demeanor is relaxed and laid back, so are his wardrobe choices: black slacks with a gray v-neck shirt. You don’t bother to say hello or serve him any kind of greeting. Not even a salute. You stand there and wait for him to speak.

He lets out a heavy sigh.

“It’s quite evident that this situation with Lieutenant Pryce has affected you and your performance in the field,” he begins in a calm tone, interlacing his fingers on his desk. “I called you for a one-on-one conversation to gauge the extent and nature of your relationship.”

“It wasn’t much of a relationship to begin with.”

“I see. In our interview with the Lieutenant, he seemed quite fond of you. Is this fondness mutual?”

“I mean, I guess… I didn’t really know him all that well. He was nice and took a genuine interest in my role as a cadet.”

Captain Levi gets up from his desk and approaches you. You remain unfazed when he is just inches away from your face.

“Were there any sexual relations?”

“I beg your pardon?”

The Captain’s voice has an edge to it, “Did you two have sex?”

All of a sudden, his proximity is suffocating and uncomfortable. You’re used to sergeants and other figures of authority screaming in your face… but this felt different. There’s a tension to it you can’t quite place.

“N-no… of course not.”

“No?”

“No.”

“See… I don’t quite believe you there. Want to know why?”

“Yes.”

“Because…” Captain Levi’s hand reaches out and strokes the side of your face with his thumb. You’re frozen in place and your eyes widen. “I don’t know how anybody can be alone with you… and not turn you into a little writhing mess.”

Your stomach drops to your feet. You feel an intense blush creep up on your cheeks. It all makes sense now. This is why he’s been so nice to you. Captain Levi of the Survey Corps has a crush on you. Is crush the right term here? You aren’t sure.

“Captain…?” you call out cautiously.

“Don’t play dumb when I know you’re not, cadet…” he smirks at you. “I bet that pussy is already wet for me.”

As much as you’d like to say otherwise, he’s right. The crush the Captain had on you wasn’t unrequited. You noticed his handsomeness the moment you were drafted into the Survey Corps just a year or two ago. He was the talk of everyone: women mostly talked about his looks, men mostly talked about his strength.

“I…” you struggle to form words under his intense gaze. “Captain Levi… what are you doing?”

He doesn’t verbally respond. Instead, his hands reach out and grip your waist, pulling you into him. You feel his hard-on in his slacks against your inner thigh. Desire courses through your veins and sparks your libido. His hot breath fans on the exposed skin of your neck.

“That Lieutenant genuinely thought that he had a chance with you…” he chuckles darkly and presses your hips further into his. “That’s rich. Incompetent ass.”

The Captain’s lips press against the rigid beating of your carotid and you let out a quiet moan. His lips find yours and you’re absolutely convinced that you’re dreaming. You discreetly pinch the skin of your thigh the hardest you can to get yourself to wake up.

It doesn’t work. You’re, indeed, in reality.

You kiss back. Your hands find his undercut and gently wrap little strands of his hair in between your fingers. When his tongue swipes across your lip, you open your mouth in the next kiss. He tastes like leftover wine and mint. One of his hands travels further down and grabs your ass through your uniform. And a harsh smack lands on your left asscheek. The harsh contact causes you to jump in his arms.

He pulls away.

“Come on.”

He takes you to his sleeping quarters, which is sparsely decorated and fits a minimalist aesthetic. The only light the room provides is the candles that are lit on his bedside tables. When he closes the door behind you, his lips find yours once again. He pushes you up against the nearby wall and his hands wander all over your body. They tend to linger longer on your breasts and ass.

He uses his strength to pick you up and guides your legs to wrap around his hips. He buries his face into the open section of your white button up. He inhales your scent. Clean and perfect. You work to unbutton your shirt so the Captain has more access to your chest. You pull it off your shoulders and it falls to the floor in a heap of fabric. You’re left in a bra and the Captain kisses every inch of skin he can.

He walks you two over to the bed and lays you down. The bed is firm, a bit uncomfortable, even. You’re confused when he gets up and stands at the edge of the bed at your side. His bony, veiny fingers work swiftly to remove his belt. Once that’s on the floor, his thumbs loop into the waistband of his slack and he pulls those down to his thighs. He frees his cock from his dampened black boxer briefs.

“Give me your hand.”

You do as you’re told. Once he has it, he opens your palm wide and spits into it. Your eyebrows furrow together in confusion in surprise. He lowers your hand down to his cock and closes his fingers around yours. He guides your grip up and down. It feels so good for him that you can visibly see his abs retract and expand with each ragged breath taken.

When you get a hang of the pace and tightness he wants, his touch leaves and buries itself down in your waistband. The tips of his fingers ever so softly stroke your soaked pussy. He licks his lips and his eyes snap shut. Your hips rock up to meet his touch. When you lean over and begin to suck him, Captain Levi’s nimble fingers move quicker against your clit. Both of you two moan louder as a result. Your mouth works to worship his dick like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do.

“You’ve been starving for this cock, huh?” he taunts.

“Yeah,” you mutter.

“Good. Because it’s wanted you.”

You pick up the pace even further at his words. Your fist works the part of him your mouth cannot reach at the perfect pace. Your wrist twists and turns as it slides up and down. On occasion, you stop and spit on it for more lubrication. Captain Levi’s fingers circle your entrance teasingly before pushing them in. He keeps going until they’re completely buried inside to his base knuckles.

“God, you’re so tight,” he strains when his hips begin to slightly buck into your mouth. “All for me.”

You look up at him and you bat your eyelashes a few times. With his other free hand, he pushes a few strands of hair back from your face and eyes. He captures his bottom lip in between his teeth. The sight of him in your mouth is almost enough to make him cum on the spot, but with lots of willpower and self control, he holds himself off.

You struggle to give him proper oral when he hooks his fingers upward and moves his entire arm up and down. The heel of his palm pushes into your clit. When it gets too much, you plant sloppy kisses on his hip and continue to jack him off. And shiny pearls of precum drip down from his swollen tip into your hand to make up for the absence of your mouth.

You try to match your pace on Captain Levi’s dick with his pace on your cunt but it’s impossible to keep up with. He’s going so fast, so rough. It makes your whole body shake. The most pathetic moans and squeals drop from your lips.

“Kiss me,” you nearly beg in between whines. “Please, Captain.”

He is obedient and lowers down to your lips. He gently removes your hand from his length and pins it onto the mattress below you. He doesn’t stop fingering you. Your walls clench around his fingers and he feels it. He revels in it. You wrap your arms around him and your nails dig into his back.

“You’re close, huh?”

You nod your head.

“I’m going to make this pussy cum so many times, you’ll forget the Lieutenant ever existed. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I… I understand.”

“Good,” he almost smirks victoriously. “Now… make me proud and cum all over my fingers.”

“I’m so, so close… I just… don’t stop.”

Captain Levi nods and continues the same thing as he’s been doing for the past 10 minutes. And, in doing so, he rips orgasm after orgasm out of you. When you cum, he doesn’t stop or waiver, even when you’re a squirming mess beneath him. Your heart rages in your chest as he talks you through each and every one.

“Tell me how good it feels … Let it out, it’s okay … That’s a good girl, I want you to be absolutely soaked by the time I fuck you … You’re so good to me … I know, baby, I know … Keep going, I know you can do it … That’s right, fucking take it.”

You lose count after five and you nearly want to pass out. Your legs are like jelly and lethargy pulls at your eyelids. Your pelvic floor is pulsing and throbbing. You feel fucked out already, which is a gross understatement. And you know that he isn’t close to being done yet. How much more can you take? You aren’t sure.

“Please…” you quietly beg as you try your best to grip his vein-riddled wrist at your sex. “I want you inside me.”

His dilated, dark eyes meet yours before his lips go to your ears.

“Are you sure you want that?”

His tone is so low and breathy that it sends a shiver down your spine. This simple action sparks your libido again and you feel like you can go for another 100 rounds. Your eyes pop open and you wrap an arm around his neck. In one swift movement, you manage to roll him onto the bed and straddle his waist.

The look on his face is priceless, especially when you slide him inside without any warning.

His cock slides in with a squish. He’s hard as a fucking rock. His mouth drops open and he throws his head back into your favorite pillow. His hands land on the sides of your ass. He helps aid your movements since you’re not able to ride as well as you normally can due to your exhaustion.

He looks so pretty when he’s being fucked. The long section of his undercut spread out across the pillow, his eyebrows furrowed together, eyes slightly widened, a blood blush across his cheeks.

You lean over and grab his chin while you use your other hand to steady yourself on his chest. Your tongue smoothly swipes across his lips and he groans. He flips you two so you’re on bottom once again. Before you can react or protest, he hooks both of your legs up and over his shoulders. He wants to get deeper. The deepest he’s ever been in anyone. When his balls press hard against your ass, he knows he’s accomplished that mission. When you feel his tip gently brush your cervix, you know he’s accomplished that mission.

He leans up and grips the backs of your thighs to absolutely rail you. He’s pushing into you so hard and fast that you have to use your arms to brace yourself against the headboard in order for your head to not smash against it. It’s almost animalistic, the way you two are fucking. The sound of his thighs slapping up against your ass fills your ears. It’s a sound you always love.

His cock slams up into you over and over and over again. Brushing up against that spot inside you that makes you a mess every time. You reach a hand down on your clit and rub in tight, fast circles. It makes you scream out.

“Greedy girl,” he nearly chuckles. “How foolish of me to think you had enough earlier.”

He pulls out and, like a lightning strike, pushes your hand away to make room for his face down between your thighs. His tongue makes circles around your clit and he laps you up. Every single drop of your cum and his. The same two fingers he used earlier enter you and do the same as before. When you reach that edge, he stops. He repeats this process several times.

At this point, your entire inner thigh area is just absolutely soaked in a mix of the Captain’s saliva and your cum. You grab his head and pull his face up to yours.

“Please, please Captain… please fuck me.”

“You’ve had enough, hm?” he taunts as his fingers reach down to your clit and gently smacks it a few times. It’s so sensitive and raw that it makes you wince. “You think he could’ve fucked you like this?”

“No… not in a million years.”

Captain Levi smiles victoriously.

“Smart girl.”

He reaches down to grab his cock and rubs the head over your clit up and down a few times before pushing it back inside. He buries his face in the junction where your shoulder meets your neck and snaps his hips harshly into yours. The bed creaks and squeaks while he does so. He’s fucking you hard, fast, and deep. He’s fucking you as if his life depends on it.

His mouth travels up to your ear and begins to kiss at your earlobes, occasionally sucking on them and him breathing heavily drives you wild. It sounds like he just ran a marathon.

“Captainnn, shit,” you moan out as you feel the coil inside you start to break again.

“Who’s pussy is this?”

“Yours, fuck, your pussy.”

“That’s right. Don’t you ever forget it.”

You nod your head and he props himself up using his arms to take a good look at you. Flushed cheeks, mouth agape, eyes almost closed… in his mind, you look so good. And when he looks down at where you two connect, he almost cums. The squelching of you two coming together, the glistening of his dick, your pathetic sounds. It’s too much.

When he keeps up the same rhythm, the same pace, it’s inevitable before you cum all over his cock. And it feels divine. He fucks and talks you through your orgasm once again, his cock continuing pumping in and out of you at a relentless pace. Your pelvic floor clamps onto him like it doesn’t ever want to let him go. Your pussy wraps around him so well that Captain Levi is convinced that you are made just for him.

“That’s a good girl. I need you to do that at least five more times before this night is over. I don’t care how long it takes.”

He grabs a hold of your chin and forces his thumb in your mouth for a better grip.

“You got that?”

“Mhm,” you say, half dazed from your orgasm still.

“Look at you, my pretty girl, all fucked out already…” he chuckles and his other fingers slap up against your cheek just enough to leave a little bit of a sting. “Doing so well for me.”

You come through on the Captain’s wish and cum at least six times on his cock. You’re so exhausted, you’re sweaty, your mascara is running down your cheeks, and your fingers are pruny from playing with your pussy. When you’re laying down flat on your stomach and he’s fucking you from behind, you’re completely out of energy. You lie there and take it. On occasion, his hand slaps hard on your ass.

“Shit, I’m close,” he whispers hotly against your shoulder blade. “Gonna cum on your back.”

You nod and reach a hand back to his thigh to encourage him to do so. He reaches in between your legs and circles your clit.

“Captain, I… I can’t… I can’t cum again.”

“We’ll get you there. Don’t you worry.”

Just a few minutes later, your last orgasm rips through your body. When you cum, so does the Captain, although he doesn’t stop his actions on your clit. He pulls out and continues to stroke you both at the same time. All you can register is warm spots littering your back and his moans echoing in your ears. He stills against you and stays like that for a while.

When you both come down from your highs, you fight the urge to immediately pass out for the night. But there is no way in hell that you’re sleeping on this uncomfortable bed. You prop yourself up on your forearms to start to get up but he stops you.

“Hold on,” he commands. “Let me clean you up.”

You expect him to get a towel or a washcloth. Instead, he hovers over your back and begins to clean you up with his mouth. Patiently, you wait as his tongue laps up every drop of his cum. Since there’s so much, it takes a few moments. The simple action sparks your libido once again, but you’re done for the night and don’t plan to act on it in any way.

He gently flips you over and uses his thumb and index finger to gently pry your chin so your mouth opens. From his, a combination of spit and cum drops into yours. You stick out your tongue to make sure you get it all. Some drops onto your chin and he leans over, licks it up, and kisses you. He wants to make sure you don’t miss a drop.

“Good girl,” he smirks down at you.

Captain Levi Ackerman smiling… what a sight.

“I should head out,” you motion toward the door. “Got drills in the morning.”

“Of course.”

You both get dressed and the Captain walks you to your sleeping quarters. You’re struggling to walk and you pray that by tomorrow morning you’re back to normal. In his mind, he is prideful. You won’t be thinking about that stupid Lieutenant for a long time. He knows he’s all you’ll think about for the next while.

When you get in, you glance at Captain Levi through the crack in the door.

“Have a good evening, Captain.”

“You too, get some sleep. You’re going to need it.”

He leans in and plants a kiss to your hairline.

Mine, he whispers against it.

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hxltic · 1 year

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• established relationship

•Genre: smut

You’re in the lonesome bathroom of the party correcting your makeup when Rin suddenly makes his way through the door. He hastily closes it behind him. How it wasn’t locked? You have no idea.

You expected his arrival, just not as grand as this. It wasn’t new. It wasn’t new to always call and find each other as if seeking refuge. The mirror reflects his hands trudging up his face to brush through his hair, meanwhile the mascara wand waved idly in your hand when you quipped, “Who ya running from?”

A course “Nobody” was all you received. You thought he’d just come in and sit on the toilet seat to talk or waste time with you.

Finding a stopping point, you turned to him and your fresh eyes trailed his body leaning on the door. He looked paler than usual, dark hair falling over his weaker, heavily red-tinted face. The mascara clicked into the bottle and tightened as you twisted.

“Rin are…are you okay?”

He sighed and one hand fell to the doorknob while the other fell to his pocket.

“…If I’m being completely honest, no. Come here please,” he huffed out. He was breathless like he rushed up here to you. You guess it was a random call from him that you put on speaker over the trap music, however, you didn’t ask why he needed to see you so instantaneously.

You took slow, incredulous footsteps forward to his chest in the already tight space. Clearly you weren’t fast enough because he cupped your face—both hands—and tugged you close.

“Look at me,” he ordered. Your eyes focused on each of his earnestly. “You know I love you right?”

“Yes.” A distrusting countenance slowly morphed onto your face, matching your previous steps.

“You know you look so fucking good, right?”

“…Rin where is this-“

“-I think my drink was spiked. My drink was spiked with something and I’m saying I’m sorry now because I am just one fucking word away from bending you over this counter. It needs to be yours.”

Your cheeks flushed red as you examined his face again, confirming he did look a little sick. Except not the coughing sick; the lightheaded, desperate need that can make you delusional sick. You were terrified to look down.

“But won’t that stuff still be in your system? you need to throw it up or something before-“

“I can’t be sure but it doesn’t feel out of the ordinary, like a viagra or something. I’ll do whatever you want after. Just need to be inside of you in the next ten seconds before I pass out.”

He was rambling in a pitch slightly higher than usual, desperation seeping off his words. His chest motioned up and down with each difficult breath he took gazing into your eyes, upturned brows not-very-patiently awaiting your response. Hey, it was a party after all.

You kept your eyes trained but turned to give yourself up to him.

The slim eyes lit up. A single palm forced you down by the middle of your upper back, effectively bending you over. He did it so swiftly you could’ve taken it as routine.

Hands situated and caressed your waist in admiration, hips following suit as you pressed them back into him. His fingertips dug holes through the sequin covered fabric and into your skin, the obvious print rubbed right between your legs with the dress flipped up, and the friction was sending him away.

Oh god he needed it so bad, all his hormones at peak and the first thing on his mind being you. He knew he needed to stretch you out and he knew how especially good that pretty pussy would taste spread for him on the counter, but his dick was quite literally throbbing.

He may have realized it a little late considering he had a high sex-drive anyway, but this was something completely different. He was so hard it hurt. So when he called you, shoving through people as you gave him your location in the house, he was already overheating from swarming throngs of people and the alcohol swimming through his blood.

So when your slit rolled perfectly over him he had to undo his pants immediately.

“I can leave it to you to wear no panties to a party.”

“Gotta give ‘em a show,” you giggle.

With the clank of his belt and its drop to the floor, he taunted, “Only one of us is taking the show home.”

Suna was already a pretty impatient person, so when a finger dipped into you slow and welcoming he had to add another. A squelch sound came from the way he pumped into you as if you were already ready to take him.

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sinfulsalutations · 3 months

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𝕔𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 ⋆*･ﾟ 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴡʀᴇᴄᴋᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱQᴜɪɴᴛ, ᴜʜ, ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ʏᴇᴀʜ ɪᴛꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

⋆ ★ *ᴇᴍᴇʀɢᴇꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴍɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ* ʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

Hunter

Hunter gets overheated/stimulated easily due to his heightened senses so he doesn’t cuddle for very long in pressed together positions.

BUT he likes proximity, being able to hear your breath and heartbeat, seeing every little dimple and curve of your body, knowing you are here and you’re his.

So he will press his head to your chest to listen to your heartbeat and relax with the rise and fall of your chest.

And if you run your hands through his hair you’ll coax the most blissful sighs out of him.

Tech

He’s fidgety, so staying in one cuddling position is a struggle. Always needs to readjust because one spot can get uncomfortable and awkward very quickly.

It gets tedious, especially at night in bed when both of you are grueling to sleep.

However, he’ll try his best for you.

Likes to tangle all his limbs with yours; legs, arms, fingers as your interlock and hold hands, etc.

Also traces and rubs patterns into your skin or over your clothes absentmindedly. You’re his favorite fidget toy.

Might ramble to you. Whether or not you respond and actively have a conversation doesn’t matter to him. He is simply glad that you’re here to listen.

Wrecker

Cuddle bug!

Any free time with you he will actively seek your body wrapped around his arms.

Loves when you sit on his lap on a couch or seat, thighs pressed outside each of his own; he’ll trail his arms up and down your waist, maybe cheekily have a feel of your ass once or twice (sorry, he can’t help himself).

Also likes when you’re just intermingled on his cot, staring up while you talk about everything and nothing.

Wrecker runs very warm, and you might have to push him away from his firm grasp when you begin to sweat and pant a little. Despite his sweet complains and pleads to come back, he’ll let you go nonetheless. But you’ll return to his arms inevitably.

Crosshair

“Why would I want cuddles?” he says, already itching for your touch.

Doesn’t actively seek it out, but god he relishes every time you want to cuddle.

Likes it when you lean your head on his shoulder or on his lap as he cleans his rifle or something else along those lines. It gives him enough mobility to move but still that contact each of you crave.

He might itch for more if he isn’t doing anything with his hands, and may trace patterns onto your arm, shoulder, back, thigh, knee, anywhere that’s convenient and in reach.

Although he’s aware that you like it, he begins doing it mostly for himself. And also, it gives him an excuse to secretly admire you.

Echo

Initially, he’s nervous you’ll feel uncomfortable cuddling with him because of his prosthetics and build.

So when you do express affection and craving for that sort of intimacy, he feels inept.

With more time and trust in the relationship he warms up to it more.

Enjoys wrapping his non-scomp arm around you and encourage you to wrap your arms around his waist.

Will keep his leg prosthetics untangled from yours unless you initiate it.

Likes to plant kisses on your forehead before trailing down to your ear to mutter (sweet) nothings.

His love translates to his cuddling, you quickly discover. Languid and romantic. Though he severely dreads the moment you inevitably separate.

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lcvejoy · 10 months

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speak now

wilbur soot x gn!reader

tw!: alcohol, throwing up, angst? hurt/comfort. kinda makes no sense; not proofread.

word count: 1,336

a/n: i hate this but i rlly just wanted to post bc i miss it. more stuff coming! this is just to get me back into the groove of writing and sharing lol. clearlyyyy i write too much angst im sorry i just thrive in it. ill write more fluff! expect more!

wilbur is lying on the vinyl kitchen flooring when he calls.

he’s wine drunk and crying like an overtired toddler. wails of grief and laboured breaths, clutching his phone with one hand and gripping his hair with the other. the cold surface of the floor giving him some relief for his overheated body.

“hey, you’ve reached y/n! i must be super busy, but leave a message and i’ll get back to you when i can!” he’s heard that voicemail hundreds of times this week. he loves hearing your voice, even if only through a phone speaker.

“baby?” he sniffles, wiping his snot on his sleeve, “hey darling, hey y/n.”

a shaky breath, “listen i-“ he looks at at the ceiling, silently cursing himself, “i need you to tell me where you are, okay?” he catches a sob before it escapes, trying to display strength. “we’re all so worried about you. i-i’m so worried about you.” he’s dizzy, the room is spinning now. he reaches his hand out to lay flat against the floor in an attempt to steady himself.

“just call me. or text one of us. anyone. w-we just want to know you’re okay.” wilbur can no longer hide his misery. his voice is wobbly and it cracks at the beginning of each sentence.

“i love you, y/n. i-i love you so much it hurts.” he begins to feel the bile rise in his throat, “come home, okay?” he hangs up. he gets up from the floor on shaky legs, stumbling his way to the bathroom, and lets out of the contents of his stomach. he’s coughing and spitting, hugging the toilet and resting his head on the side of the seat.

he flushes the toilet and scoots back to lay his back against the opposite wall. he leans his head back, closing his eyes, before crumbling again. loud sobs, fat tears, hiccups and laboured breaths. the pain and grief hits him like a train.

there was an argument between you two the night you left. he hasn’t seen you since, and nobody has heard from you. your phone, however, has remained on - proven by the fact that wilbur has been able to leave you voicemails and each of his texts deliver. both, however, go unanswered and unread.

he is riddled with guilt - his brain playing every possible scenario. hurt, kidnapped, murdered, lost, alone. although, his hopeful side prays you’re at your parents house and you just don’t want to talk to anyone.

he picks up his phone and calls again. he leaves more voicemails. he does this for hours until he’s sober with a pounding headache and a broken heart.

until, finally, “wilbur, please stop calling.”

you answer. he’s frozen, sitting up from his leant over position quickly.

“y/n?” he’s convinced he’s hallucinating, that this isn’t real, that you didn’t actually pick up your phone.

“i’m fine, wil. i’m safe. please stop calling and go to sleep.” you seem annoyed, your voice is heavy with exhaustion; like he’s woken you up multiple times with his constant calls.

“w-where are you?” he’s frantic.

“i’m safe.” you respond, sternly.

“stop calling, wil.” it comes out like a warning.

“are you going to come back?” he asks, the emotions bubbling in his gut, “please, y/n. please come home.”

he hears you sigh. he holds his breath as he waits for your answer.

“i’m sorry i worried you” you began, “i just needed some space. i’m coming home in a couple days.”

wilbur falls apart with relief. he cries without the pain and grief present.

“we will talk more about it when i come back. just-“ you pause.

“just give me some space, okay? get some sleep.” you speak gently.

he nods, wiping the tears spilling down his cheeks.

“i love you” he sobs.

“i love you, too” you whisper. you hang up, and wilbur cries more.

two days later, wilbur hears keys jingling at his front door as he sits on the couch. he rises to his feet so quickly that he stumbles slightly, nearly tripping. he watches the lock switch, the door handle twist, and the door begin to slowly swing open. he’s frozen as he watches, wide-eyed.

you walk in, a small bag in hand. you haven’t yet noticed wilbur’s presence as you lock the door and remove your shoes, setting your bag down on the floor next to you.

finally, you look up. you freeze upon meeting wil’s eyes. you both stand there - staring in each others eyes, mouth slightly agape, feet planted in place.

wilbur’s mouth opens as if he’s going to say something, but the words get caught in his throat. he gulps, feeling the emotions rise to his eyes.

“hi wil” you break the silence with a small whisper.

his lip quivers, a tear falls down his cheek.

“hi” his voice cracks as he whispers back.

there’s a beat of silence as you both remain solid in your places. wilbur is silently crying, staring at you. you can feel your eyes welling with tears as you speak again; “i’m sorry i left” you begin, “i just needed some space. i should’ve told you where i was going. that was incredibly selfish of me.” you look down, your fingers anxiously playing with the hem of your shirt. you swallow before beginning again, “it killed me to not talk to you, but we both needed time apart.” you look up to meet wilbur’s eyes again. he has tears steadily streaming down his cheeks, his mouth is slightly open. you are finally taking in just how broken he looks; his hair is a mess, he has dark eye bags as if he hasn’t slept since the night you left, his skin is pale and dry. you feel like the shittiest human being on earth for having caused him this pain. you quickly wipe the tear that falls from your eye.

wilbur gulps again before speaking in a hushed voice and broken tone; “i never want to go that long wondering if you’re okay again. w-wondering if i’ll ever see you again. i-“ a choked sob leaves his lips. he breathes deeply before continuing, “i was s-so scared that the only time i would ever hear your voice again was through your voicemail message.”

you can’t stop the tears from flowing down your cheeks as he speaks. you nod as you look down.

“i’m so sorry” you crumble, both of you letting out soft sobs and hitches of sharp breaths.

“let me hold you” wilbur speaks up, “please, l-let me hold you.”

all you can do is nod. the words won’t form. so you do; you nod as he quickly steps forward.

and as he reaches you, he pulls you into him. his hands wrap themselves around your middle as his head buries into your neck. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull your face into his chest, breathing him in. you can feel his hot tears on your skin and his body jump as he lets out quiet sobs.

you stand there, in the living room of your shared apartment, holding each other and crying together for an unmeasurable amount of time. until eventually, the sobbing subsides and all that is heard is sniffles.

wilbur pulls away from the hug and instead, brings his hands to your face and rests his forehead against yours. you hold his forearms and close your eyes. you missed this - you missed being close to him, feeling him, smelling him. you missed him.

he missed you equally as much.

“never again” he whispers, as his thumbs begin moving against your cheeks.

“never again” you repeat in an equally quiet voice.

you both smile slightly. wilbur moves his head up to leave a long, lingering kiss on your forehead before returning his forehead to yours.

a silent vow of forgiveness, a silent vow of “i’m sorry.”

and yet, there is a quiet but heard vow of a promise to never let this happen again.

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lxvenderdreamy · 10 months

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🍓♡Saiki Kusuo Confessing his love to a S/o who is quiet♡🍓

When Saiki took attention to how quiet you were then everyone else, he actually took a liking to you.

He started to acknowledge you. Kinda like how he did with Satou…can’t have you getting weirded out.

Saiki has actually seen you speak to other people but never to him. At first he didn’t care but soon enough it got to him.

Why did you speak to everyone else but him?

Before your relationship with Saiki, you never acknowledged him or spoke to him yet you acknowledged everyone around you and spoke to people around you.

When it finally hits Saiki’s mind that you may only speak to people who your close to, that becomes his main goal. He simply just has to befriend you so that you’d befriend him.

Surely you can’t be that hard of a person to befriend right? He kept a close eye on you and he really didn’t think that it would be hard, you were nice to everyone around you so why not.

…But it indeed was hard. How could it be hard for someone like Saiki?

Was it you? No, of course not it wasn’t you! Was it Saiki’s very stupid friends? Surprisingly…no. Was it Saiki? Yes.

Something about you just made him feel a certain way. When he tried to make his first move, he just couldn’t do it. But why was he feeling this way?

Then a damn bus knocked him in a the head and he finally know why he acting this way. He had a crush on you. How sweet.

He thought that going back into acting like he never knew you, never knew that you even existed would help. But no. It didn’t. You were on his mind constantly everyday, everytime, anywhere. It made his head hurt. It almost made him think you were putting a spell on him..but he debunked that rather quickly because who can blame a precious person like you for something like that? Wait-what was he even thinking?

Things got even fucking worse when his idiotic group of friends started to realize and see signs. He was a prisoner in hell at this point.

What added something was how Toritsuka kept flirting with you. It made him jealous.

After all the stupid crap his friends tried and did, he needed to put matters into his own hands in the worst way possible. Confessing his love to you.

It was on the rooftop, classic. Before, he put a note on your desk and awaited for your appearance (while also making sure nobody touched it, or see him put it there.)

You were pretty confused, but also nervous. What if Toritsuka put it there..? But you went up to the roof anyway, it was After school hours.

To your surprise, it was Saiki from your class. You never talked to him..but he sure did try to talk to you. But his friends got in the way or he would back out…

You were so surprised when Saiki confessed his liking to you, as well as his feelings. It was the first time you’ve ever heard him talk…but yet you felt a small tint rise to your cheeks when you heard those words.

It sure didn’t look like it on the outside, but he was stressing.

Yet he felt all of that stress go away when you suddenly hugged him, he felt like he was overheating. You had accepted his feelings, you also expressed yours, saying how you just were too scared to come forward and talk to him.

After that was done and over, he walked you home, feeling like a whole entire weight was lifted off of his shoulders. You both said your goodbyes before you both parted ways.

The first week of your relationship was slow, but you guys picked it up. You guys were closer and you were seen together all the time.

When word got out, everyone was shocked. Teruhashi wasn’t so..fond of you guys but hey who cares, this is y’all’s life.

You two are happily together and Saiki’s family loves you, treats you as if your their very own daughter.

Saiki loves you a lot and cares for you, he’s happy to be around and be with someone who isn’t such a nuisance, before or after you two were in a relationship, it was all good memories that is very beautiful to think and remember about.

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tainted-red · 1 year

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Lingering - Patrick Hockstetter

Summary: Rumours that Patrick is stalking Y/n. Are they true?

TWS: Vouyerism, Masterbation, Stalking.

"Y/n" A short boy shouted at the older girl, Y/n froze in her tracks and turned to face the prepubescent boy. "I heard Hockstetter is stalking you! Be careful?" Eddie told the girl. She chuckled and responded with "Why is everyone so scared of him? I'll call the cops if it's ever concerning- plus I told you not to listen to rumours anymore Eddie" Y/n disclosed.

"I know-" Eddie tried to reason with Y/n. He wanted to warn her how dangerous Patrick could be. That one time he allegedly "took" Liah Carmen's dog for not letting him play under her skirt.

"Then let it go Eddie" Y/n cut off Eddie.

Eddie was about to speak again but his friend whom Y/n didn't like too much came around. "Hey, Bunny" Richie exclaimed, standing beside Eddie. Checking Y/n out.

"Hey Sweet-cheeks" Y/n teased.

Y/n and Eddie had no clue how they became close friends. Maybe it was because Eddie gave Y/n his sweater after Greta had slapped a jam sandwich on her shirt.

"Heard Cocksucker is stalking you... every night" Richie appealed, Y/n groaned "Seriously? Have you heard that shit as well? How did that dumb rumour even start?" Y/n questioned.

"Well Linda told her mother she saw Patrick lurking around your house, So Linda's mother told your mom, your mom told the neighbours so maybe one of your neighbours has a big mouth" Eddie rambled, Playing with the hem of his shorts.

Y/n rolled her eyes "I don't think he even knows who I am. Anyways kids I got to go. See ya later" Y/n dismissed. Walking off, with an uncomfortable feeling lingering on her.

Were the rumours true or was just another one of Greta's friends being a shit-talker?

Y/n arrived home very late, Walking a couple of miles wasn't worth it. Just so she wouldn't get a couple of skepticalal looks.

She definitely felt a bit strange to hear people talking about Patrick like that. Creeping around her house. Apparently having a gun or something like that. It gave Y/n the chills. She thought she was an absolute nobody in this small town, now she plays a big role in a rumour.

Y/n decided a hot shower would relieve her from all this pressure and panic.

Stripping her clothes off her sticky and sweaty body that felt like it was overheating. Once she got her clothes all of she felt like she was freezing.

She grabbed a towel and placed it on her toilet. She then turned on the water for the shower.

Patrick was in-fact stalking Y/n, it was what he was doing right now.

Standing outside of her bedroom window. He was lucky she lived in a one-story house that wasn't very tall.

Every day she would take a shower, Walk into her room with only a towel on. Find an outfit then go back to the washroom to change. Patrick felt like it was the universe teasing him, waiting for him to make a move.

Y/n finished getting changed and walked into her room with only panties and a baggy shirt that covered most of her bottom.

Patrick felt his heart pound faster. The way the shirt would show off one of her soft-looking shoulders. She jumped into her bed, She never used the covers. but today she did.

Patrick could see her throw her underwear across the room, It was very dark in her room but Patrick could see her blanket faintly move around. Y/n gripped onto her sheets as she (Patrick assuming) played with herself.

Her mouth fell open. Patrick loved that. Her plump lips have moans and whimpers escape her mouth.

The blanket's movements now fastened. Patrick felt the blood go straight down to his dick. Unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down slightly, pulling his dick out of his pants.

Slowly pumping it, Seeing Y/n bite her bottom lip in pleasure. He stroked faster. He wanted them to climax at the same time. Although Y/n had a head start.

"Fuck Y/n" Patrick groaned, one hand on his shaft and the other attempting to pull his pants lower so it would be easier and quicker.

Y/n was clearly about to climax. One hand was now on her boob, squeezing it for more pleasure than she needed. Gosh Patrick wanted to be in both of her hands right now.

Patrick could picture Y/n underneath of him. Moaning and begging for more, His dick would fit perfectly.

Patrick saw Y/n's legs now shaking the blanket slightly, it was obvious she was about to finish. Patrick gripped onto his dick harder and stroked even faster than before.

The only time he ever felt this amount of excitement is when he was at his fridge in the middle of the woods. With a lifeless animal in his hand. Or when he "innocently" killed his little bother, Avery.

If Y/n could make him feel this excited could she really exist and not be a figment of his imagination?

Patrick felt his balls tighten, His legs and arms shiver and go numb as he came. Directly on Y/n's house, outside of her room.

If this wasn't a giveaway, Patrick didn't know what was.

He felt his crotch and spine tingle then go slightly numb. He loved whenever that happened just from a little bit of release.

Y/n was now sitting up, putting back on the underwear and wandering off to the washroom. She probably to go clean herself up

Patrick smirked. With all the rumours and gossip about Patrick stalking her, wouldn't she at least close the blinds? Yet she still left them wide open.

Even when she decided to have a fun time.

Patrick pulled up his pants and wiped his hand on his thigh. Buttoning his pants and smiling when he saw Y/n come back with a glass of water.

Sweat shimmered on her body. She looks beautiful.

Y/n sipped on the water and placed it on her bed stand. Getting back into bed with a smile. Patrick swore she looked directly at him, but maybe he was just wishing she did.

Patrick decided today he was going to ask Y/n out. He built up enough courage and confidence from seeing Y/n do something so secretive.

Patrick saw Y/n exit school and go to her younger friends. They seemed to be the only ones that didn't care that Patrick was stalking her. Patrick hated those fucking kids. But put on a nice act.

Approaching the group like a creep, "Hey Eddie. It's been a while, huh?" Patrick taunted, wrapping an arm around the squirming boy.

"Y-yeah" Was all Eddie let out. The biggest hypochondriac being touched by a guy who was speculated to have more diseases than hairs on his head.

Patrick let go of Eddie and turned his attention to Y/n "Hey Y/n. Heard the rumours." Patrick joked, letting out a deep chuckle.

Y/n blushed and started fidgeting with the hem of her skirt "Yeah, I- I have" Y/n stuttered. Patrick usually had that effect on people. intimidating them so much that the person he was talking to stuttered.

He adored it when Y/n did. Her voice was so soft and airy. She had the voice of a kitten, an angel didn't even speak but if it did it would sound like Y/n.

"Sucks. Hope that didn't scare you away" Patrick asked theoretically. Leaning down on his knees so he could be face-to-face with her.

"N-no of course not" Y/n giggled. Patrick felt the blood rush down to his dick. He's gonna have to ask quickly or else someone will notice and ruin his chance.

"Good. I was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie or maybe go for a drive with me and my friends" Patrick wondered. Anticipating for a response.

Y/n's eyes opened wide, quickly looking away from Patrick's stare. She felt like she was about to explode in embarrassment for no reason.

"Yeah, sure. A ride sounds fun- not like that- I meant with your friends as well... Like in a car," Y/n stammered on her words, trying to save herself from her dirty-sounding remark.

It got worse each time she added more words to her sentence. Patrick chuckled at this, and so did Richie.

"Great. Sounds like a date? I'll pick you up tonight" Patrick preached, standing back up straight "Do you need my address or my phone number?" Y/n asked softly. Doe eyes batting at him.

He tugged on his bottom lip with his teeth "I think I can manage" Patrick said slyly with a light chuckle.

#patrick hockstetter #bowers gang #smut #it #it 2017 #reader #stalking #creepy

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erikahenningsen · 2 months

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🎲🎲🎲 !!!!!!

8. A platonic kiss (spoiler alert: it isn't)

"Can I ask you something?"

Regina looks up from her history textbook, pen paused in the middle of writing the word reformation. She's seated on Cady's bed, notebook in her lap.

She's been spending more and more of her afternoons in Cady's room, doing homework in companionable silence. It's the only way Cady's mom lets her hang out with friends until she brings her calculus grade back up. Strangely, Regina finds she'd rather be here, studying for her AP exam, than walking around the mall or teaching Gretchen how to Dutch braid her hair.

If she spends half the time staring at Cady out of the corner of her eye, heart beating a little faster every time she does that cute nose scrunch thing when she's on a particularly difficult problem, that's nobody's business but her own.

"What's up?" Regina asks.

"What's it like kissing Aaron?" Cady asks.

The m in reformation turns into a jagged line down Regina's notebook page. She stares at Cady, certain she's heard wrong. "What?"

"You've kissed him. I've seen you do it," Cady says, as if that's where the confusion is coming from. "What's it like?"

"Why are you asking me this?" Regina says, feeling her cheeks warm. She's not sure why she's blushing; she isn't the one asking ridiculous questions here. "Haven't you kissed him?"

Cady shakes her head. "I've never kissed anyone," she admits quietly.

"Okay, so..." Regina says. "Then kiss your boyfriend?"

Cady lets out an annoyed huff. "But I can't! He's used to kissing you." Cady throws her arm out towards Regina and Regina isn't sure if she should be offended. "And you're good at that stuff." She pauses. "I mean, you are, right?"

"Uh," Regina says dumbly.

"And what if I'm bad at it?" Cady continues, more softly.

Regina shrugs. "Who cares?"

"I care!" Cady says. "There have been a few times where I could tell he was about to kiss me and I just freaked out and made up some excuse."

"Cady, what do you want me to do about it?" Regina asks, a little desperately. This conversation is bringing up all of her fantasies about kissing Cady, the ones she only allows herself to think about late at night when she's trying to fall asleep—definitely not in Cady's bedroom with her sitting right there.

Cady takes a deep breath. "Will you kiss me?"

Regina's pen falls from her slackened grip, bouncing off the bed and clattering to the floor. She opens her mouth, then closes it again, then opens it and manages to force out a "huh?"

"Please?" Cady asks. "You know what he likes. It's perfect."

It isn't perfect. It's objectively a bad idea. Her crush on Cady almost burned down the entire school, and they hadn't really ever even hugged.

"And we're friends," Cady adds, "so it wouldn't be weird, right?"

Friends. Friends! Regina's brain grabs onto the word. She can do this, as a friendly favor to Cady. Nothing more. It's a win-win, really—Cady gets some experience and Regina can finally get whatever this fixation on Cady is out of her system.

Before she can really think it through, Regina finds herself nodding. "Yeah," she says, her voice cracking. She clears her throat. "Right. Sure."

Cady's face lights up. "Oh my gosh, thanks!"

They stare at each other for a moment.

"Well, come here," Regina says. She draws the line at climbing into Cady's lap in her little desk chair.

Cady stands immediately, seeming to forget the calculator in her lap, which hits the rug with a thud. She comes and sits next to Regina on the bed and angles her body to face her, their faces a few inches apart.

Regina suddenly feels nervous. She's never been nervous about kissing someone before—but those were just boys. They didn't matter. She has to make this good for Cady, so Cady will want to kiss her again.

Regina catches the thought and buries it. So Cady can kiss Aaron, she corrects herself.

"Um, here," Regina murmurs, scooting a bit closer and lifting one of Cady's hands to her shoulder. It feels cool against her overheated skin.

"Okay," Cady whispers, and Regina can feel it against her lips in a way that makes her shiver. She puts a hand on the back of Cady's neck, takes a deep breath, and leans in.

Cady's lips are cool and dry but soft, and Regina has to focus on not immediately pressing Cady into the mattress. She applies just a hint of pressure, not much more than a meaningful press of lips. Cady inhales sharply but doesn't move.

Regina pulls back a bit. "Cady, you have to work with me here," she says, her voice only shaking a little.

"Oh, uh, okay," Cady says, seeming confused.

Before she can think about it, Regina reaches a hand up to Cady's lips and parts them just slightly. "Now tilt your head a bit," she says, and when Cady does, she leans in again.

This time, Regina's lips slot between Cady's, catching Cady's top lip in between both of hers. This time, Cady's mouth moves with hers, tentative at first, clumsy, but it sends something hot and electric down Regina's spine.

Emboldened, Regina presses closer, fingers flexing against the back of Cady's neck, and Cady responds with a soft sound that Regina knows will never stop playing in her brain, even on her deathbed.

Regina pulls back a little, her lips sliding over Cady's now tacky with spit and Regina's lip gloss, adjusts the angle of her head. Without thinking, she grips Cady's upper thigh with her other hand, and Cady arches into her. Heat burns through Regina's body, blooming in her chest and spreading down to pool below her stomach, and alarm bells start going off in her head.

Regina pulls back more suddenly than she means to, and Cady falls into her a little before she catches herself. Cady is breathing hard, her pupils dilated, her lips reddened. Regina desperately wishes she could delete the last five minutes from her brain because she has no idea how she's going to be able to think about anything else for the rest of her life, and she has her AP European History exam in two weeks.

"Wow," Cady says, a little breathlessly. She runs a hand through her hair. "I see why Aaron liked kissing you. Thanks." She laughs a little, even though she's just said the least funny and most destructive thing for Regina's sanity she could possibly say.

"No problem," Regina says, her voice faint. "What are friends for?"

Cady smiles at her. Regina smiles back, reflexively.

Well, shit.

#i guess this takes place in a parallel canon where cady and aaron didn't kiss at spring fling (the canon where i live)#mean girls #mean girls 2024 #cadina #regina george #cady heron #ask #emilyjunk #prompts

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wovenintosilk · 10 months

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Here to fulfill a need for requests!

Pavitr X male!spiderman! Reader

The reader is new to the spider society and meet pavitr through gwen. The friendship blooms and so do their feelings for one another. At the end they confess and have their first kiss.

Cute right?

Hopefully you get to think but no worries if not! Have a good day!

Thank you so much for the request! I ended up accidentally making the reader more gender neutral but I hope it suits what you were looking for regardless.

Enjoy!

No Content Warnings

GN!Reader

Word Count: 1300

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Though you’d met only a few heroes, none really surprised you anymore. They all carried a similar seriousness regardless of their true personalities and most of them hesitated for at least ten minutes before revealing their identities to you.

Except for Gwen’s friend who no sooner landed on the roof and pulled his mask off. “I’m dying,” he complained. “This heatwave is going to end me.”

Gwen laughed. “These suits are awful for the summer. Pav, this is the friend I wanted you to meet.”

Pavitr glanced over at you as though he hadn’t quite realised you were there before but then he smiled, almost stunning you momentarily with how genuine and warm it was. “Hey,” he greeted. “Another spiderman?”

“Something like that,” you agreed though Gwen had kidnapped you on one of your days off.

“Why are you sitting in the sun though?” Pavitr huffed, wincing up at the sky. “At least move to the shade.”

You took him up on the request. Admittedly, you’d been slowly overheating but not wanting to ask Gwen about it yet. The roof didn’t offer much shade beyond a water tower but at least it allowed you to easily find a spot to balance.

Further benefits of having friends who had powers at least meant the laws of physics restricted you less.

“Nobody’s really concerned about their secret identity in this society,” you noted.

Pavitr appeared mildly confused. He looked down at the mask in his hands and shrugged. “Why bother hiding it? Who do you know in my dimension to tell? And even if you do, what’s the worst that could happen?”

Both Gwen and you winced at the familiar words but Pavitr didn’t even notice. He found a spot to rest and tilted his head back, leaning it against one of the legs of the water tower.

A strange fluttering in your chest triggered. You turned your attention away to avoid staring too much; a hidden weakness for people who were ridiculously attractive.

“What’s the plan?” you asked. “We just going to hang out?”

“I’ll give you the tour when the sun stops trying to kill me,” Pavitr said. “Or when something happens?”

Gwen sighed but the familiar smile on her face gave it less weight. “Something will show up. It always does.”

True to her words, the luck of Spiderman never failed to provide a tragedy to break up an otherwise boring day. Your tour of the city came around while chasing after a petty thief who’d somehow built himself a speed enhancer. Honestly, you weren’t paying much attention to him.

Pavitr kept drawing your eyes as he showed off new things in his city. He stopped you so often Gwen grew tired and went on ahead.

For all that effort though, Pavitr remained distracted while securing the thief and ended up taking a solid hit to the jaw for it. You winced when he took his mask off after, not liking how the dark bruise crept up the side of his cheek.

He groaned. “Bro, my aunt is going to kill me when she sees this.”

You laughed and from that day forward, Pavitr’s dimension turned into one of your favourite places to stop over at when you had time. Partially because it was fun but mostly because of the Spiderman guarding the city.

You couldn’t help staring when he excitedly told you about his adventures, couldn’t stop yourself from lingering longer than you should have when the time came to say goodbye. Something about him caught you and refused to let your attention wander anywhere else.

When he asked, you told him you came for the dogs.

It wasn’t until work and responsibilities kept you away for almost two weeks that you realised how much you’d been visiting.

Without being there, you grew uneasy and restless. A strange loneliness hung in your heart without having Pavitr there and you kept wanting to send a message or visit though you didn’t know how welcome it would be.

You were friends.

But it didn’t help you remember when you finished your work and immediately opened a portal to be met with a tight hug.

“Hey! You’re back!” Pavitr wasn’t in his suit, instead dressed in casual clothing that had no right looking so good on him. “It’s been so boring without you here.”

The sudden tackle caused an aching pain through your leg, a reminder of how your work hadn’t run smoothly. You didn’t say anything though, knowing it might end your interaction early.

“It’s great to be back,” you said. “Everything got so busy suddenly but it’s handled now. Did the city survive without me?”

Pavitr grinned. “Yeah, but I nearly didn’t! I was going crazy without somebody to talk to. It’s going to take me ages to catch you up on everything.”

He wasted no time in launching into a recount of the past weeks; walked you through the streets and eventually through an alley so you could swing onto the roofs with ease.

The sun had begun to set as you reached the top. Its golden rays danced through the sky and lit the city in a stunning light. A warm feeling spread in your heart at the familiar sight – more welcome than even your own home now.

“You alright bro?”

You snapped out of your trance to face Pavitr whose stare stuttered your heart.

“I was just thinking how much I missed this place.”

He hummed proudly. “I know, I have the best city in the world. That’s why I hate travelling to other dimensions. They’re so boring.”

You sat on the edge, your face turned to the sun. “It makes me want to stay forever.”

“Why not? It would be way better than you having to go all the time.”

It had been a joke in your mind but that response made you freeze for a second. “It would be less travel,” you said though it sounded strained to your own ears.

Pavitr sat next to you, closer than he usually did and still wearing that easy grin on his face. “Exactly! It makes sense, right? You can stay and pretend you’re not in love with me even more.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not in love with you.”

“I don’t believe you.”

He could be teasing you. It felt like a joke in some ways though when you turned to look at him properly, there was a challenge of sorts in his smile. Waiting for your response.

“Awfully arrogant of you,” you said.

He shrugged but leaned closer in, making your breath stop momentarily. “Nope. I just have good eyesight.”

It would take less than a second for you to close the gap. And you really, really wanted to.

He did it for you.

His lips pressed against yours briefly; so quickly you didn’t even realise what had happened at first. The slight flush on his cheeks was your only proof it hadn’t been your imagination.

The silence stretched and then you kissed him back.

He made a soft surprised sound against your lips, one that went straight to your heart. The slow movement brought a lingering taste of chai. The warm press stirred the fluttering of your heart faster still. One of your hands found its way to his jaw, gently cupping it to allow you to lead.

The kiss remained slow. You didn’t need anything more than the heat of his breath as it mingled with your own.

And when you pulled away, you couldn’t hide the stuttering of your breath even if you wanted to. His golden eyes danced as they fell on your lips and he moved back in for one more short peck.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a very long time,” you admitted. “Since the day I met you.”

He laughed and created a little distance, his shoulder remained against yours. “You should have.”

“Pav, I’d just met you. I think you would find it pretty weird.”

“Nah I’m a chilled guy. I wouldn’t complain if an attractive person kissed me.” He thought about it before conceding. “Though it might be different if it wasn’t you.”

“I’m lucky then,” you said.

The sun sank behind the horizon while you watched, your head falling onto Pavitr’s shoulder.

#atsv x reader #across the spider verse x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr x reader #spiderman india x reader

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napakmahal · 5 months

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“ Did all this happen because I left?”

Pause girlies because this is actually kinda serious. I just got out of a depressive episode and just really wanted to give the depression girlies a lil treat. Remember: you need other people in your life when you have depression. Make friends not resources. I love y’all (angst)

How can something be so painful yet so numb at the same time? The human brain is one of the most complex systems in the universe, aside from the universe itself. How it can feel so many polar opposite things simoultaniouly, and in that creating an entire civil war within itself. How could the brain, the thing meant to be in charge with your care and wellbeing one day just decide to decrease its own activity and make you miserable? It was the worlds greatest betrayal.

You’d been lying in your bed for the past week, and you might have gotten up twice a day. Once to use the bathroom and the other to get some food and bring it right back to your bed. Everyone said it wasn’t a big deal because you were young and you were probably just in a bad mood because of your hormones. Hormones were evil enough to suction blood from your reproductive organs (usually) once a month, they couldn’t possibly be cruel enough for this.

On your overheated and whirling computer was an endless loop of lousy reality T.V shows you’d watched over and over. There’s been therapists that have said that in these times of depressive episodes, you should revert back to adding some life and movement back into your brain. Which meant doing things like crossword puzzles, working out, math games, and reading 200+ page books. All things that you could totally do and things you liked to do. But not right now. Now all you wanted was junk food and shitty TLC shows. Not some slow burn, or some huge mystery TV show that required you to remember tiny details from the beginning of the season. Reality TV was entertaining, effortless, and on loop but you’d be lying if you said everytime you heard the freaky eaters intro a little more of your brain died.

That’s the funny thing about depression. Because even though you can feel yourself slipping and drowning in total misery, there’s nothing anyone can do to save you. So you get stuck in this endless loop of self detructive behavior hoping that the pain you experience on the outside is enough to kill the thing on the inside.

You were clinically depressed, and nothing nobody did was ever going to change that. But these episodes weren’t always like this. For a while, episodes were bearable. Your ‘friend’ made them better.

You’d known Hiro for a while, meeting him on the downtown bus during sunset on a spring saturday. You thought he was cool, he thought you were pretty. But the whole girlfriend-boyfriend thing seemed uncomfortable and the labels meade things weird.

Granted you were each others first kiss. The two of you had tried to convince each other it was just because you got asked out to your eighth grade formal and you wanted to be prepared. It also didn’t help much that the more you described the dude that asked you out, the more Hiro wished he hadn’t skipped all those grades.

You never told anyone about that. Sure you could say it was a one time thing but it was hard to use that as a defense when you’d made out with him because you were bored under the dock near the beach during the summer carnival, and when you were just playing video games in his room, and when you were sitting on the steps of the museum of Japanese artifacts while sharing a soda, and the time you two were at the skatepark after it closed and you two were making out- only except that time he’d taken off his jacket.

Sure you were both fifteen but you watched people make out in the hallways at school everyday. Kissing didn’t seem like this massive thing. Hiro grew up isolated from the true highschool experience, he didn’t know. All he knew was that making out with you was cool and pretending he only did it because he was bored (and not because he would swear on his teen hormones that he loved you) was even cooler.

His aunt and brother had liked to tease you for it, but that’s all it was: teasing. The two of you would never live down the torment you’d likey face if they found out about your “I’m bored, let’s make out” sessions.

Speaking of, your mom didn’t really know you and Hiro were like that. She was only partly sure you liked him and you only thought that because one day after she caught you being particularly smiley that night after having him over to stream a new song she came into your room, played with your hair and said: “So you and Hiro are friends? That’s nice, he’s seems nice. Just, make sure he doesn’t make it worse.”

That was also kind of a silly depression thing: People and their influence could make it worse for you, others, and even themselves. Bad influence already makes bad people, but bad influence on people with depression tends to make them miserable, desperate, and self loathing.

But contrary to what your mom had said, Hiro didn’t make it worse. He made it better and she would soon figure that out after you’d tried texting him multiple times despite knowing he was at an expo outside the city. And he’d respond as fast as he could with the best messages, but when he’d go dead silent for almost ten hours each day it just dampened your mood. You’d kept reminding yourself not to be selfish, that your lack of ability to be happy shouldn’t stop people from living their lives. But from the hours of 7 a.m. - 5 p.m. you were left with no friend and a fat headache.

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The intro to a show you couldn’t remember the name of played for the tenth time that day, drying out your eyes and causing an endless headache. You were surprised you hadn’t at least gotten a stomach ache from all the Tylenol you’d been taking. Someone knocked at your closed bedroom door before gently opening it.

“Y/n,” Your mom squinted through the darkness of your closed blinds and at the glowing computer screen. “There’s someone here to see you.”

With your back faced to her you couldn’t say anything other than a low, “Oh.”

She left for a bit as you continued to lay there, helpless almost dead. Thinking about death is something everyone does up to a certain extent. Questions like: How will I die? What comes next? Are ghosts real? All normal.

But when you and people like you thought about death it wasn’t like when other people thought about death.

Suddenly, your door creaked open and you didn’t even have the energy to look back but you just knew. Hiro had looked around at your depression room and sighed. He hadn’t even been around you for more than thirty seconds and he already wanted to cry. This was bad- so bad. The boy gently crept up to your bed and sat down. You felt the dent of his body in your mattress and still didn’t move.

“How are you?” His voice was quiet.

You responded barely above a whisper, “Fine.”

“When’s the last time you left this room?”

You didn’t even reply. At that moment, breathing was too much work. Having to think about the air going through your lungs and exhaling it out was a chore.

Hiro leaned over your body and shut the laptop closed before moving it off your head and placing his body in it’s spot. You two were now face to face, laying on your bed like the lovers of valdaro. It was bad this time and everyone knew it. Guilt had been eating him alive since he read the shift in your texts. How could he enjoy himself at this expo while you were there suffering?

“Did all of this happen because I wasn’t here?” He whispered.

You grabbed onto his hand. “No. I’ve always been like this.”

“Do you promise?”

“I swear it.”

“But it’s never been this bad before. If I was here then-”

“You couldn’t have done anything.” You cut him off. “Hiro I’ve been like this all my life. And you shouldn’t feel obligated to hold yourself back because I’m not normal.”

Once while playing around at the park at midnight you told Hiro that a therapist you had said these episodes will wax and wane. In the good there will be bad and in the bad there will be good. But there would never be moment where it would just be good. You’d be this way for the rest of your life, sad, in pain, and left with a feeling of mania and worthlessness. And there was nothing he could do about it.

“Do-” Hiro’s voice started to shake and a tear from my eye scurred across his face. “Do I at least make it any better?’

The thought of making it better by being there would in turn make him feel a little less guilty about not being able to be with you all the time.

For the first time in a week, you gave him a weak smile. No teeth, just lips. Before you leaned forward and gave him a prolonged kiss. In return, he brushed your hair from your face and started petting your head.

“Yes,” You whispered. “You do.”

#baymax #big hero 6 #big hero six #hiro hamada #tadashi hamada #bh6 x reader #disney #fanfic #hiro hamada x reader #napakmahal

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angelgarden-posts · 1 year

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Can i request this with the same scenario with ace and deuce please?

(Ofc without the birthday special)

Yandere Adeuce Finding Out Reader is Female

TW/CW: possessive/obsessive behavior, misogyny, mentions of violence

One would think that without your presence, the Adeuce duo would get into endless fights and arguments, but it was quite the opposite.

Ace and Deuce were quiet and troubled throughout the day as they counted the seconds until classes ended, as all that occupied their thoughts were you.

There was an unsaid agreement between the two: they would check up on you as soon as they could. (Which could be longer than they could bear, since they both had detention—)

Their wait ended sooner than necessary though, since Ace’s impatience and disregard for authority led him to decide that it was time to visit you before school ended. Deuce, not wanting to be excluded and momentarily forgetting about his goal to become more studious, followed Ace out of school during the transition time between class periods.

When they successfully arrived at Ramshackle’s door, they didn’t think twice about breaking and entering. They just wanted to make sure that you were okay, it wasn’t like they’re doing anything wrong.

They both stormed the dorm, bursting into your room with such force that if you weren’t already in a deep sleep due to your increasingly concerning fever, you would’ve killed the both of them.

You had been overheating before you had drifted off to sleep, so you without your usual blanket coverage.

And without that coverage, paired with the bonus of your hair splayed out and your more feminine facial features on display, you had their jaws dropping to the floor.

Now that they know you’re a girl, prepare to be babied by them—and it might be for the better, since they’ll keep the bickering behind the scenes when you’re around.

However, that’s probably the end of the good news. They will definitely argue about matters related to you when your back is turned.

And they both have a misogynistic bones in their body—even if they don’t acknowledge it.

Ace believes that girls are all the same and cannot handle more ‘masculine’ activities due to his previous girlfriend having different tastes than him, while Deuce is a mama’s boy and believes that you can’t fend for yourself—so he takes it upon himself to become your personal bodyguard, even if you don’t know it.

After you return to your normal state, Ace will tread with caution around you and catch wind of what your likes and dislikes are to cater to your needs, while Deuce will hover over you constantly, and you’ll never have a moment of rest without them.

If anyone comes near you, they’ll immediately become tense, but will wait for you to leave or stop paying attention to them so that they can threaten or beat the poor guy up.

Deuce will completely ignore his objective of being a less violent person and just let loose on anyone who he deems a threat to you and your relationship with him. Ace will be more manipulative about it, goading the other person on until they throw the first punch so that if he does get into trouble, he can always blame it on that guy and play his predicament up for your sympathy.

In the present moment however, they’ll make sure that you’re comfortable in your sleep, and skip the rest of the day to stay by your side.

Every time they so much as look at you, they can’t help but think of how pitiful and weak you are with your feminine physique paired with your lack of magic.

It seems like it’s up to them to make sure nobody else lays a finger on you.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere ace trappola #yandere deuce spade #yandere ace x reader #yandere deuce x reader #yandere imagines #yandere oneshot #not beta read

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feverishly-kpop · 4 months

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Yunho & Ateez - Feverish & Disoriented - Part 2

“You’re feeling pretty swollen, Yunho. Are you sure you were feeling okay this morning?” Seonghwa asked, gently feeling Yunho’s lymph nodes as Yunho sat with his knees pulled into his chest on the closed toilet seat.

Yunho fought through the fog in his brain, past the unpleasant ride home with Seonghwa that sent his stomach spinning in circles, past the 15 minutes he spent woozily wandering the halls at the company trying to remember which studio they were practicing in, and even past the moments in the studio where he was shivering so violently that he couldn’t see straight.

That morning? No, he felt fine. He was sure of it. There was no sign of the fever that had left him struggling to put together a coherent thought, the dull nausea that prompted Seonghwa to urge their driver to take the curves slowly “just in case”, or the headache that he hadn’t even told his hyung about yet, knowing that Seonghwa would only worry more if he knew.

“No, I really was okay, I swear” Yunho responded as he laid his cheek on his knee. Seonghwa got the hint quickly and finished wiping his dongsaeng’s overheated face with a cleansing wipe, not wanting to put him to bed with dirty skin that would ultimately lead to a breakout and make Yunho even more miserable.

“I know you’re ready for bed” Seonghwa said softly as he applied a touch of Yunho’s moisturizer to the half of his face that wasn’t resting on his knee, wincing at how feverish he felt to the touch. “But can you lift your head for just a second so I can finish up?”

Yunho did his best to comply despite the fact that his brain felt like it had been turned to lead. Seonghwa noticed him struggling and placed a soft hand under his chin to help. “All set - let’s get you in some pjs and off to bed.”

*~*~*~*~*~

Yunho could see Seonghwa’s lips moving and could just barely hear his voice but he couldn’t actually make out a word he was saying. He stared blankly back at Seonghwa until he stopped talking, offering a sad smile before leaving momentarily and returning with a bucket that he held up before placing it at the side of Yunho’s bed. Yunho cringed inwardly knowing that it was only a matter of time before his nausea gave way but he was determined to delay the inevitable for as long as he could.

“Hyung” Yunho managed to croak out, grabbing Seonghwa’s attention. “You don’t have to stay here. You can go home. Or back to practice.” Nobody liked being sick, but Yunho hated feeling so vulnerable on top of it. The thought of being a bother made him more uncomfortable than his fever or nausea ever could.

Seonghwa sighed, taking a seat on the bed next to Yunho. “Hey, listen,” he said softly, placing a hand to Yunho’s cheek in an attempt to help him focus as he had realized almost immediately that Yunho hadn’t taken in a word he said earlier. “I’m not going anywhere. And that’s my choice, okay?”

Yunho nodded in response as his eyes drifted closed. Between Seonghwa’s cool touch and the soft lilt of his voice, Yunho couldn’t fight sleep any longer.

*~*~*~*~*~

“He’s asleep. But he’s burning, Joong.”

Yunho could hear Seonghwa’s voice outside of his bedroom door as he slowly came to.

“No, he hasn’t been sick yet but he was queasy the whole way home. I have a feeling that it’s more of a matter of ‘when’ than ‘if’ unfortunately. Poor kid…”

He tried to reach for the bucket but his arms felt weak.

“Seonghwa-hyung” he called out as loud as he could, followed by a sickly cough.

“I’ll let you know if - sorry gotta go…” Yunho heard, followed by footsteps running toward his door.

“It’s alright” Seonghwa said as he helped Yunho sit up and put the bucket in his lap as another cough escaped Yunho’s lips. “You’ll feel better if you stop fighting it and just let it happen, Yunho.”

And with that Yunho leaned over the bucket, letting out everything he had managed to eat that morning before his body decided to betray him. Seonghwa sat quietly rubbing his back, occasionally pushing his hair out of his eyes. Once Seonghwa was confident that Yunho was finished he took the bucket to the washroom and returned with a bowl of cool water and a handful of cloths.

Yunho whined at the sight. He had just managed to warm himself up enough to put a temporary stop to the incessant shivering and now his hyung was about to ruin it.

“Hyung, please, no” he said, pulling his blankets over his head petulantly. Seonghwa sighed, taking a seat at the edge of Yunho’s bed and setting a hand on his hip over his blankets.

“None of that, jagi” he replied. His heart went out to his dongsaeng, it truly did. He hated seeing Yunho so sick, but he was far too feverish to be buried under the covers like that.

Yunho peeked his eyes out in response. “I don’t want to be cold” he said with a pout. Seonghwa carefully pulled Yunho’s blankets down under his chin and placed a compress across his forehead, sending a visible chill down Yunho’s spine.

“I’m so sorry. I know it’s uncomfortable. But hyung’s got to get your fever down, jagi. I’ll do all the work, you just close your eyes and go back to sleep, okay?”

Yunho nodded as Seonghwa dabbed his cheeks and neck with another cool cloth. “I’m sorry, hyung” he added, regretting the fact that he had given Seonghwa a hard time.

“Shhh” Seonghwa replied with a soft smile. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for. Just relax.” Seonghwa nodded approvingly as Yunho closed his eyes and dozed off again.

*~*~*~*~*~

Not again.

It only took Yunho a few seconds to realize why he had woken up again.

Letting out a pained whine he struggled to his feet before stumbling out of his room. The world around him spun relentlessly as he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders, guiding him to the washroom and helping him settle in front of the toilet.

He was surprised when the voice coming from behind him was not Seonghwa’s.

“Hyung’s here” Hongjoong said softly, his hand traveling up and down Yunho’s spine. “Just try to breathe through it.”

It took a few minutes of quiet encouragement for Yunho to relinquish some control and allow himself to vomit again. He was exhausted and dizzy but the nausea was too much to continue to fight back.

“He’ll be fine, Mingi,” Yunho heard Hongjoong whisper as he settled down, crossings his arms across the toilet seat and resting his head on them. “But he needs some privacy, okay?”

Yunho groaned at the sight of his best friend leaning in the doorway with a look of fright on his face.

“Mingi” Hongjoong repeated with a bit more force this time. Mingi quickly nodded, leaving Yunho with Hongjoong and closing the washroom door behind him.

“Feeling a little better after that?” Hongjoong asked, resting an hand on Yunho’s cheek. Yunho only shrugged, honestly too disoriented to know if he felt any better than he had prior to vomiting.

Just then there was a soft knock on the door followed by Yeosang entering with a bottle of water.

“Thanks, Yeo” Hongjoong said as he grabbed the bottle from him, coercing a few sips into Yunho. “I know it’s tough, Yuyu, but I don’t want you getting dehydrated on us.”

*~*~*~*~*~

The rest of the evening passed in a blur. The members were in and out of Yunho and Yeosang’s apartment, nobody wanting to leave Yeosang alone to look after Yunho is his current condition.

Yunho vaguely remembered Jongho coming in and helping him change his shirt when his chills gave way to the suffocating discomfort of his raging temperature.

“Just calm down, hyung, I’ve got you” Jongho said gently as he pulled Yunho’s hoodie off and replaced it with a t-shirt.

He also just barely remembered Wooyoung and San unsuccessfully trying to get him to drink a cup of tea and take some fever reducers until Seonghwa came in and took over, finally opting to place the tablets on Yunho’s tongue himself before Yunho was forced to take a few sips of the now-lukewarm peppermint tea to wash them down.

*~*~*~*~*~

It wasn’t until around 9:00 PM that evening that Yunho woke up again with any semblance of coherence, finding Mingi curled up like a cat at the foot of his bed.

“Min” he managed to whisper, his throat uncomfortable from vomiting. Mingi slowly stirred before sitting up.

“Hey, how are you doing?” Mingi asked as he moved up toward the head of the bed, taking a seat next to Yunho and resting a hand on his forehead, finding it still warm to the touch.

Yunho evaded Mingi’s question, not wanting to admit that he was still poorly after an afternoon of doing nothing but sleeping. “What are you doing here still?”

Mingi looked surprised that Yunho would even ask such a thing. “Everybody is here. You were scaring us. Seonghwa-hyung and Hongjoong-hyung tried to send us home but nobody wanted to leave you.”

“I’m okay. You don’t need to stay here” Yunho responded, clearly distraught at the idea of inconveniencing the members and making them worry.

Mingi looked at Yunho for a moment before rolling his eyes. “You really never learn, do you? Now make some room for me. I’m not going anywhere.”

#kpop sickfic #kpop fluff #sickfic #ateez fluff #ateez sickfic #yunho sick #yunho fluff #Yunho sickfic

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wordy-little-witch · 27 days

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Okay I have been Inspired

And by u soured, I mean I have an idea for a fic I don't have the energy to write so i will instead drop tidbits and outlines.

Omegaverse AU, set after Wano.

Trigger warning for non consensual drug use, alluded non-con attempts that go BADLY for the perpetrators, and Crocodile being a jerk.

• Cross Guild is given an opportunity among the criminal organizations, so Crocodile pushes for them to go. Mihawk maybe remains as protection for the island, so it's just Croc and Buggy. The meeting is a gala-type thingy so it's all formal but there's a secondary aspect to it that Buggy is unaware of.

The group they're meeting with is loosely associated with the group throwing the gala. There are numerous organizations in attendance and they're trying to set up connections. The hosts however have a secondary function in their group - slaving and trafficking.

Buggy does not know this.

The food and drink are spiked with microdoses of omegan pheromones - they often make Alphas mildly high, improve mood and enhance general demeanors. In Betas, it's a soothing, calming effect, improves mood and focus. Nothing bad! It's, if anything, simply a light buzz.

In Omegas, however, it can have... odd reactions.

Buggy is an Omega. Nobody else knows Buggy is an Omega.

• about midway through the party, he starts feeling... off. Uncomfortable. He at first chalks it up to his anxiety. Then it gets worse. His head feels clouded. He's itchy. He's overheating. He's... he's got to get the hell out of here. He goes to Crocodile.

Croc blows him off, makes a snide remark on being "unable to handle the O". It takes a few precious seconds for Buggy to process and figure out that 'the O' is, in fact, that O.

Shit. Shit.

Buggy tries to subtly tell Croc that the need to leave, like, right now, but again Crocodile blows him off, tells him to leave himself if he's so adamant.

Buggy huffs and goes.

O, as the drug is often called, causes different reactions in Omegas. For some, it induces Heat. For others, it's like an upper, for others, it's a downer. For even more still, it can induce rage or catatonia.

Buggy is among the unlucky few who get triggered into a heat.

So he is leaving a gala full of Alphas and Betas, all some type of high, going into Heat on an unfamiliar island and alone.

What so few seem to recall though is that he was a child of Gol D. Roger. He was a pirate when most others were still clinging fast to their mother's skirts. Some children learned trade, learned their letters and writing. He learned freedom, he learned survival at the knee of the man crowned king.

Many try their hand with him. None succeed.

• as the fates would have it, a certain pirate crew has docked at this very island, for once not causing a ruckus - not yet at the very least.

Robin and Luffy are together, wandering the darkened streets as they indulge in some silliness, Robin telling Luffy stories, Luffy offering subtly insightful and vividly bold commentary. They are enjoying themselves immensely.

Then they both pause.

The scent of distress is subtle, but a mere undercurrent to the glass-like sensation of the Haki around them. Luffy tilts his head, eyes squinted. The sensation is familiar, he notes, but he can't place it. The follow the feelings.

They find a bloodied clown at the end of the trail. Buggy meets the newcomers with a low growl, but even still slinks back a half step. Luffy gapes. Robin tenses at the scent on the other, at the size of his pupils.

"He's in heat," the captain blinks, head tilting, a frown on his face. "But he's so scared..."

"He seems to be drugged," Robin offers quietly, taking a half step back and tilting her head with a soft smile.

Buggy seems taken aback by the movement, by an Alpha showing her neck. It's that which makes him shake his head, makes him try to focus, to orient himself.

"... strawhat?"

"Hi, Buggy! Where's your crew, do you know?"

The clown sighs shakily. "I... not here. They're... they're home."

Luffy nods easily, carefully stepping forward hands up. He let his own head tilt slightly, not ad much as Robin but still more than expected. A smile laid firmly on his face. "Okay. Is there somewhere safe you need to go?"

The bluehaired pirate opened his mouth and then paused. He paled slightly. Shook his head. "I... don't know."

"That's okay! You can stay on my ship for a while, no biggie. Chopper can make sure you're healthy, and Franky made a captain's quarters but I never use it so it's kinda an extra heat room if you want space."

"As if I'd go to an enemy ship like this!"

"We're not enemies, though?"

Buggy blinked. "What."

Luffy blinked. "You're Shanks' brother. He said so when I was little, I just never knew it was you. So yeah, we're not enemies! We're friends, and you're family, too."

Buggy's breath hitched as the young man before him was suddenly replaced by a hazy overlay from eons past, a dark haired man with the very same hat, the same smile.

"After all," both men seemed to proclaim, "Family is important, especially to a D!"

• Buggy, exhausted, skittish and coiled tighter than a wire spool in a hydraulic press, takes a calloused, rubbery hand. He accepts help from the pup-captain before him.

• the strawhats are bamboozled, to be sure, but they also are both used to Luffy's unpredictability and also understand why he did this. They're pretty chill with it overall.

• Chopper has numerous Moments as he's giving Buggy a quick check up because of the drugs in his system, then gets absolutely PISSED when Buggy reveals that he doesn't know how much he took bc he hadn't known it was there in the first place. A blood test is also out of the question because of Buggy's Devil fruit, and Chopper doesn't want to risk submerging Buggy enough to get a vial to study, citing that the weakness may cause adverse reactions with the drug in his system.

Luffy has, by that point, gotten clown rated cuddle-approval and is very adamant about keeping Buggy company because Heats suck.

• Buggy is actually. Really well taken care of by the kid's crew. They respect his boundaries, never push his limits, nobody even bats an eye when he mentions his Heats aren't actually sexually driven when Chopper asks what he needs for the time period. Everyone just. Rolls with it.

It's the safest Buggy has felt in a Heat since he and Shanks were still cabin boys.

The closest anyone came to forcing something was the one and only time the swordsman released pheromones to calm Buggy from a panic attack, and even then, the green haired man apologized afterwards.

• Buggy is embarrassed to admit that he found himself scenting Luffy a time or two during half asleep moments, curled up together in a little half asked Nest. He's also embarrassed to admit that he was tempted to cent a few of the others as well. He blames the hormones.

• Buggy does wind up calling back to Karai Bari to update them - he is safe. Something came up. He'll be home soon. Ritchie and Mihawk are in charge.

• by day three, they are still docked, and Buggy is sitting on the swing on deck, braiding Robin's hair as she reads a book and sips at some sort of fruity drink. Things are calm, relatively quiet, and then everything suddenly goes to hell in a handbasket as a tornado of sand lands on the deck.

Weapons are drawn, eyes sharpen, and Crocodile reforms before them with a cigar clenched tightly in his teeth. "Where the fuck is my clown," he nearly snarls, and Buggy scoffs loudly, getting everyone's attention.

• it's a hot mess, and Chopper actually takes point on dressing down the former warlord with all the fury of athousand doctors. Luffy lurks nearby just in case, but Robin sticks to Buggy's side, having grown rather fond of the man.

Crocodile does bristle at first with the verbal attack, but actually seems to simmer down as it goes on, even going so far as to look properly chastised nearing the end of it.

The logia user turns to look Buggy up and down. "... you're alright?"

"I am now. The pup and his pack are good people - unlike the guys you wanted that deal with," the clown couldn't help hissing. "Seriously, maybe WARN a guy next time! I am all for people doing their own shit, but fuck! That shit's dangerous!"

"O isn't usually-"

"Not that, idiot! But O is dangerous to Omegas! You never even asked what my secondary was, and when I tried to get us to leave together, you blew me off. Dick move, Sir," he spit the title like venom, glaring sharply enough to match.

Crocodile cringed. "Yeah. Not... my brightest or most respectable moment."

"Ya think?"

There was silence for a bit, then Crocodile turned to fully face the other. "I'm here now," he said simply, "are you ready to head out?"

"No," Luffy cut in succinctly, "He's staying."

"What?"

Buggy echoed the sentiment.

Luffy grinned. "Your Heats last like five days, right? So stay here the next few. Chopper said it's dangerous for you to move a lot because of the drugs and your devil fruit and th-"

"Got it! Got it, dangerous. But I've spent Heats in worse condition on smaller ships by myself. I should get by fine."

And like that had been the magic word, Luffy tilted his head, smiled with eyes more mature than he seemed capable of as he spoke. "But you shouldn't have to get by, uncle Blue. You should get to be safe and happy. You can go if you wanna, but you can hang out here too. It's your choice." The younger man shot a look to Crocodile. "Not your choice, Crocodile. I like you, but I like Buggy more."

His piece said, the black haired boy turned and returned to his sniper's side, a subtle movement of his hand leading to the others relaxing minutely. Buggy bit back a purr, blushing and bristling at the urge.

"Whatever. Fine. I'll ride it out and head back when it's over. Happy?"

"Very," Luffy called back with a grin before diving back into the game he'd left abandoned.

Chopper seemed equally satisfied, nodding.

Robin stepped to his side with a smile. "He has a way with things, doesn't he?"

Buggy groaned. "Unfortunately."

And with that, the true chaos began

#buggy the clown #buggy headcanons #one piece #cross guild #omegaverse au #sfw omegaverse #straw hat pirates #luffy and buggy #one piece headcanons #shanks and buggy

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