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big fan of the headcanon that simon riley is hard to get.
if we're being realistic, he's probably gotten very good at ignoring any inclination he might have towards a person in the years since his families' murder. it's easier to function as a soldier, as ghost, when he doesn't have to carry the burden of concern for someone so vulnerable. whether it's worrying about their safety while he's on deployment and can't afford to, or otherwise repressing his darker tendencies in an effort not to break them; the extra effort just isn't worth it to him. he won't seek you out, he won't take care of you, he won't reassure and coddle and communicate.
and he's not blind, nor is he passionless. he can appreciate a pretty face when one happens to pass by, but that's pretty much the extent of it. he's gotten used to the scorch of the lonely flame that flickers inside of him. if anything, he thinks putting it out and tending to the burns left in its wake would be a more traumatic ordeal than just letting it consume him.
so for him to accept love, it'd have to sneak up on him.
it happens with johnny first. he's the natural candidate, of course. his stubborn subordinate, clever with a fixated loyalty and quick wit – who better than him to get under ghost's skin?
granted, he isn't as guarded around him as he would've been with a civilian. not as cold upon introduction because he doesn't need to be. soap's a soldier, and this is work, and he's confident enough in the sergeant's resilience that it doesn't hinder his routine. he doesn't have to make accommodations, bend backwards or wake up in a cold sweat concerned about the man's wellbeing; not at first, anyway. and such are the floodgates that allow him to embrace johnny's company.
jokes crackled over comms. sitting next to each other on the airlifter. claps on the back after a successful operation. trust in every decision he chooses to take, regardless of whether or not he agrees. he thinks about johnny's eyes, johnny's smile, johnny's fierce little pout and the scar on his chin – but everything in moderation. the perfectly healthy amount. passing appreciation of his best mate's features and nothing more. it's the only meaningful connection he's had in years, and so what if he tugs his cock to the thought of it? people have cum to less.
until the bastard gets himself shot in the liver on solo reconnaissance in cyprus, and almost dies on medevac.
because when ghost gets that call from price – soap's hurt. it's looking grim. – he's wracked with a terror so acute he thinks his heart has given up on him. it's about the worst way to find out that he considers johnny as more than a friend. this sheer desperation, longing, regret. he ponders over it in the plane, tries to scrub the dread from his being. tries to pick apart what went wrong, what makes the sergeant so special.
by the time he reaches the hospital, he's already accepted defeat. all it takes is one look at johnny in his hospital bed – features peaceful, bandages wrapped around his bare chest, mohawk and facial hair grown out – to understand that this isn't going away anytime soon. he'll just have to make his peace with it. readjust to accommodate the protective flare already sparking in his chest.
it's a hassle, but manageable. despite his injury, johnny's still a competent man. they already know how to function in bouts of high stress. they're good– great friends. all this is really is an opportunity for simon to finally dig his cock within an ass he's been eyeing for months – or at least, that's the rationale he uses to come to terms.
and then you arrive. and things get a whole lot more complicated.
johnny's bird, apparently – gaz whispers to him outside of the inpatient room, watching through the window as you fret over the comatose man's pillows – didn' know he had one. m'surprised. you'd think a loudmouth like him would let the world know. she's cute too. really, ghost, did you have any idea?
he can't find it in him to respond, opting instead to march back into the room. you're fussing too much, causing a scene, no doubt disturbing the air with the nervous energy radiating off you in waves.
"he isn' supposed to be elevated like tha'," simon scolds, inflating a bit when you straighten up, eyes blowing wide with distress.
"oh... i just thought- he gets all hot when he lays on his back like this. i wanted him to be comfortable."
he knows that he's being cruel. you've done absolutely nothing to deserve the harsh glare he shoots your way, nor should you be expected to handle it. your eyes are red-rimmed, puffy like you've been crying on the way over. no doubt unused to crises like this one. he should be a help, not another source of stress.
besides. johnny's your boyfriend, not his. he has no reason to be so territorial. he'd only just discovered his feelings eight hours ago.
but–
"are you a doctor?"
"n-no."
"then it's best you keep your opinion to yourself."
he just can't help himself.
over the next week, ghost treats you with nothing more than cold disregard. he side-eyes you when you cry, wakes you up with rough pokes to your shoulder once visiting hours close, and takes every chance to one-up you when it comes down to who knows johnny better. you've got a leg up in the domestic department, but simon knows that nothing can surpass the borderline psychic bond they've built, and he makes sure to emphasise it whenever he can. and fuck, does it annoy him that you take it with grace every time, nodding receptively as though his input is meant to be more than just a searing critique of your shortcomings.
his behaviour doesn't go unnoticed, either. gaz is infinitely perplexed to see that the usually controlled lieutenant is so quick to lose his temper around you, despite your earnest efforts to not be a nuisance, and all price offers are long, disapproving looks that have him itch uncomfortably in his seat.
on the other hand, you must believe that he's just like that – foul mouthed, disparaging, mean – because you don't take it to heart. you remain pleasant, gentle, if not a little bit emotional. never once do you raise your voice at him, or fight back when he extends a particularly hurtful comment. on the occasion that his attitude grows to be too much for you, all you do is slip on a pair of noise-cancelling headphones and spread out your textbooks to spend the evening studying on the other side of the room. not keen on making amends, or discovering the source of simon's malcontent, but not affected by it either. you're peaceful. conflict averse. a good girl.
then, you come back one day with a tupperware of cookies.
"i made them myself last night. couldn't sleep, so..." you shrug, holding it out towards him. he assesses them, assesses you, roving over your chapped lips and hollow under-eyes. when did you get to look so defeated?
"no." he looks away, back to the unconscious man in front of him. in his periphery, your shoulders deflate, and he doesn't know what compels him to add the quiet "thanks."
"you've been here every hour of every day. i don't think i've seen you eat. um–" you dodge his gaze when it shoots to you. you've never tried to hold a conversation before now, have always accepted his gruff responses as an indication to leave him alone. he wonders why you can't catch the hint now. "just- let me know if you change your mind. they're shortbread."
and that's the end of it. at least until an hour later:
you're sitting on your armchair, directly across the bed from him, staring blankly at johnny when you speak up. "lieutenant?"
ghost doesn't remember introducing himself to you. he doesn't respond, but clenches his jaw to let you know he's listening.
"he's been comatose for a while." you warble. meaningless chatter. he sees it for what it is: talking so you don't cry. seeking reassurance in someone who knows how these things go.
"hm."
"is this how it usually-"
"sometimes."
"oh."
"he'll be alright." simon adds. more for himself than for you, but your lip wobbles like it's exactly what you needed to hear.
a few moments later, you speak up again.
"he holds you in such high regard, y'know."
he didn't. his heart aches as he follows the rise and fall of johnny's chest, finds solace in it, calming himself before he rips the hair from his skull. he can't speak, can't muster a rude dismissal, or any hatred for you. not anymore. this hospital has sucked the soul from him, as it seems to have done with you.
"he'll be happy to know you've stuck to his side." you smile, stirring from your seat and slinging your bag over your shoulder. "i have to go, got an exam tomorrow. i'll leave the cookies here in case you crave one."
you're halfway out when simon replies. "good luck."
and he's on his third cookie when johnny finally wakes. by then, he's already made up his mind. it's revelation he comes to much faster than the first.
if he can't have just johnny, he'll take you both.
#i ran out of steam towards the end could you tell#ghostsoap#simon 'ghost' riley x reader#simon 'ghost' riley x reader x johnny 'soap' mactavish#johnny 'soap' mactavish x reader#ghostsoap x reader#simon 'ghost' riley x johnny 'soap' mactavish#call of duty
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Even then, you looked so pretty
Dazai and Chuuya x reader (seperate), Post Mersault
A/N: I had to get this out of my head m sorryyyy i'll continue w my other stuff after this drabble !! (not proofread btw)
Dazai Osamu
You heard the shower turn off, muffled sprinkles of water filling the holes of silence that you've gotten accustomed to for the past few weeks.
The light shuffle of feet, the click of a crutch against the linoleum floor and the creak of the washroom door gave way to dazai. hair wet and droplets rolling off his pale skin that had taken on a pinken hue from the steam in the shower, he made his way beside you, limping against his crutch and it broke your heart to see him like this.
He shuffled to the bed and sat on the end of it, lips curled into a smile and he held out his arms for you. You carefully crawled towards him, bunched up in one of his shirts-a habit you had picked up during his disappearance.
You rested your chin carefully on his shoulder, nosing his neck before burying your face into the warm crook of it. You breathed him in, hand resting over the place on his chest where you could feel the steady thrum of his heart under your palm.
The two of you sat like this, dazai's breath hitting your skin and his hand resting between your shoulder blades before he broke the silence.
"I put you though a ton, huh?" he breathily chuckled, tugging your shirt down to expose your shoulder. he pressed his lips to your bare skin.
"...why didn't you-"
"because," he hummed, tucking your hair behind your ear and brushing it over your shoulder. "You would've stopped me."
"damn right I would've" you grumbled and dazai smiled, tilting your head up to face him. He leaned down, locking your lips in his in a gentle kiss, hand resting behind your ear and gently tugging at your hair as his teeth grazed your bottom lip.
"Why did you hafta get so hurt..." you sighed, brushing his bangs away from his forehead and thumbing the mark left on his forehead. The thought of the bullet actually piercing his skull, the image of his head blown open and blood staining the floor made you tear up and take in a quivering breath. Noticing this, dazai pressing his lips to yours, mumbling softly as he rubbed circles into your back with a large palm.
"I'm sorry, darling."
Nakahara Chuuya
"Damn it..." you heard Chuuya mutter for the bathroom and you poked your head in, frowning.
"Is everything alright?" You watched as your lover hunched over the counter, prying at the fake teeth that had been glued atop his real canines to sell his vampiric act. You couldn't help but let out a giggle.
You walked over, tapping his shoulder so chuuya would turn and face you. "Sit." You patted the countertop, and chuuya obliged with a grumble. Standing between his legs you pressed a quick kiss to his lips before gently prying them open.
"Don't even sweetheart, they'll never get out 'cause the boss decided to glue 'em in reaaal tight...bet dazai put him up to it..." His words sounded gargled as you tried pulling them out, teeth pressing down on your tongue.
"You're right, why are they in so tight?" the sentence broke off into a chuckle as you looked up at him, rubbing your thumb across his plush bottom lip.
"I dunno! did the boss think I was gonna knock them out somehow?" Chuuya groaned, dragging his hand over his face. "now I got fake teeth stuck in my mouth like some cheap-ass halloween costume!" You giggled, tugging chuuya down.
"Can I tell you something chuu'?" You giggled and chuuya sighed, expression softening as he ran a gloved finger delicately over your jaw.
"F'course ya can." You smiled and leaned in before quickly pressing you lips to his, gently Parting his lips and grazing your tongue over his teeth, causing him to sputter and pull back flustered.
"Wha- what the-!" You laughed, kissing his cheek and relishing the way his face turned red.
"If it's any better, I think they look good on you chuu'." You hummed, kissing the tip of his nose before leaning back. chuuya looked away, rubbing his nose before answering.
"...you like em, huh?"
Maybe he doesn't want them off just yet after all.
#dividers by @/cafekitsune#☾⋆⁺₊⋆ 𝕽𝖊𝖉'𝖘 𝕽𝖚𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖘 ⋆⁺₊⋆☾#bsd#bsd x reader#dazai x reader#chuuya x reader#osamu dazai x reader#dazai x you#bsd dazai#osamu dazai x you#dazai x y/n#osamu dazai x y/n#chuuya x you#chuuya x fem!reader#chuuya x y/n#dazai imagines#chuuya nakahara x reader#chuuya nakahara#chuuya imagines#bsd drabbles#bungou stray dogs
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Home Run- Emily Prentiss x Fem!BAU!Reader fanfic
Warnings: smut, mentions of mommy kink and alcohol, (legal) age gap
Background:
You had been with the BAU for two years and had been immensely attracted to your boss and BAU Unit Chief Emily Prentiss since the day you joined. At times it definitely distracted you, but for the most part you were able to push your crush aside when it came to your job. You had joined the FBI softball team with Derek (who was your best friend on the team), and the rest of the team came out to watch the two of you play. (Emily is chief but for the sake of story Derek is still on the team :).)
first fanfic in a while so hope it’s decent
also i dont play softball so forgive the inaccuracies
“You ready, track star? You’re up to bat after this inning,” He asked you tauntingly, a grin on his face.
You laughed, “Shut up, Morgan. You should’ve stuck to football, do me a favor and have a beer ready for me after I hit a hit home run.”
He scoffed, “Yeah, right.”
Soon enough, there you stood on the plate. You had been playing ball since you were old enough to join a team, it had become like second nature to you. The batting cages were how you usually let off steam after a tough case.
You took a deep breath as you brought the bat up, steadying your stance as you and the pitcher stared at each other. Most of the other team was guys, and you could tell they didn’t expect much from you. You could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you waited for the pitch.
It happened within an instant, the ball came flying towards you and without even having to think you cracked your bat against it. There was a soaring sound as it flew over the field and out of bounds.
You tore the helmet off your head as claps and cheers erupted from the crowd. You look at Derek, a shit-eating grin on your face as you simply shrugged and began your jog around the bases. He shook his head, laughing at you as he prepared to grab you a beer.
From the crowd, your team cheered the whole time you ran. Penelope was the loudest, of course, as she had brought plenty of noisemakers and kazoos. You nodded an acknowledgment at them as you were going past the stands, looking mostly at Emily, who gave you a small wave.
You were slightly stunned to see her wearing a t-shirt with your number on it. Granted, Penelope and JJ also had your number while Spencer and Rossi sported Derek’s. It still made your cheeks heat up a little.
You got back to box, Derek greeting you with a fist bump and a grin as he handed you a beer. “Thanks, asshole,” you said.
“Hey now, I won’t doubt you again,” he joked as you both took your seats. You couldn’t help but look back at Emily to see her staring at you as well. You blushed a little again and turned back around quickly before Derek could see you. He would never let you hear the end of it if he knew you had a crush on your boss.
You had hid it pretty well from everyone, after all they were profilers so you knew you had to really push your feelings down if you didn’t want them finding out. You knew you could never act on any of those feelings, but you reasoned that everyone had fantasies that would never happen. Perhaps you hadn’t hid it so well from her though?
You sipped on your beer but you could feel her eyes on you still. You tried to push the thought out of your mind, her eyes watching you.
It didn’t take long for your team to strike out, and you were back on the outfield and you couldn’t help but see her watching you. You could’ve sworn you saw her wink. You looked around you and then met her eyes again, obvious confusion on your face. She hid her laugh, standing up and walking off to what you could only presume was the bathroom or something.
You were so distracted you missed the ball that landed practically right next to you, Derek running up beside you and picking it up. “What the hell, Y/L/N? I shouldn’t have given your ass that beer, lightweight,” he laughed at you as he ran off with the ball.
Before you knew it the game was over, you had hit two more home runs both times you were up to bat, something you were definitely hanging over Derek’s head. The sun was starting to set as both teams filed out of the field and met up with their respected loved ones.
The team was chattering various congratulations on winning and you all agreed to go to a nearby restaurant to eat. You noticed Emily was staring at you, like blatantly staring at you as if she wanted you to notice.
You were about to ask Derek for a ride to the restaurant when Emily suddenly asked you, “Need a ride?”
You were a little stunned but didn’t let it show, “Uh, yeah, if you don’t mind? I was gonna ask Morgan but—”
“I don’t mind,” she interrupted you, her gorgeous smile erupting on her features. The team went their separate ways and you followed Emily to her car.
After you were inside Emily spoke first, “How long have you been playing?” she asked as you reached for the seatbelt.
“Ah, since I was young, 7 or 8 probably,” you replied nonchalantly, keeping your eyes forward as she started the car up.
“That’s impressive, you play well. I’ll have to come to more of these softball games,” she says, a smile etching her mouth as she spoke. You felt your stomach flutter slightly.
“Thanks, chief. Appreciate it,” you kept your sentences short for fear you would stumble over your words. She could sense you were nervous.
“You never call me Emily,” she noted, glancing at you momentarily.
“Ma’am?” you replied, a little confused.
“Just something I’ve noticed. You always call me Prentiss, or chief, or boss, but never Emily.”
“I guess… I’ve just always seen you as my boss. Everyone else worked with you before you were Unit Chief, but you were chief when I joined so I guess it’s hard for me to separate you from that,” you lied, knowing you couldn’t call her Emily because of the sound of her name on your tongue only made the butterflies in your stomach worse.
“I see,” she hummed. “So it has nothing to do with your little crush?” She looked over at you again.
It was hard to control your facial expression, your eyes widening just slightly before you answered, clearing your throat as you did, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean.”
You looked over at her, and couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on the way her jeans hugged her thighs, the smile that tugged the corners of her mouth and sparkled in her eyes.
“You know I can see you, you’re going to deny it while actively checking me out?” she teased you. You stammered, unable to find your words. You knew you had been caught.
“It’s cute, really. At first I thought you just had authority issues and you were intimidated by me so you avoided me, but I figured out pretty quickly that wasn’t the case,” her hand reached over to squeeze your thigh. Your eyes focused on her fingers wrapped around your leg, trying to ignore the feelings and thoughts it was arousing. You closed them quickly.
“It’s flattering,” she continued, her voice getting lower, “and I won’t lie I’ve thought about it more than once. But something about seeing you today, out there rolling around in the dirt, kicking all those guys asses every time you went up to bat—” You had to stop her, opening your eyes which made you realize that she had parked.
“Chief, this is— it’s very inappropriate and uh,” you stammered but she just laughed, leaning into you so close you could smell her perfume.
“What’s inappropriate is having feelings for your boss, who is almost 2 decades older than you,” her eyes were narrow, studying you. You couldn’t control your expression at this point and you could only imagine the horror that manifested on your face. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, rubbing your thighs together, which she definitely took note of.
“Relax, Y/N,” she cooed at you, giving your thigh another reassuring squeeze.
“So what, you’ve known the whole time?” you ask, unable to meet her eyes.
“Well I didn’t know for sure, it was more intuition,” she smiled. You glanced down, admiring her full lips. “But it didn’t affect your work, and you never acted on it so I just let it be. Is that what you’d like me to do?”
“No,” you hadn’t been so quick to speak since you had gotten in her car. “No, that’s not what I want.” You looked at her eyes finally, they were still narrow but darker than before.
“So what do you want?” she husks, biting her lip which was something that drove you crazy. You instinctually averted your gaze because you had gotten so used to doing so at work whenever she would do that to prevent any feelings arising.
“Nuh uh, don’t look away now,” she said, hooking a finger under your chin to pull your face to meet hers again.
“You, Emily. I want you,” your heartbeat was thumping in your ears loudly, your stomach felt like it was trying to expel itself, and there was a similar throbbing you were beginning to feel in your pants.
“Get in the back. Lay down,” she commanded you. Your limbs seemed to move themselves as you climbed into the backseat, lying flat at your back with your feet planted firmly on the seat. You heard a slight shuffle from the front of the car but you couldn’t focus on anything but trying to calm your nerves. You wondered if this was truly happening or if you were just having some sort of in depth dream.
Suddenly Emily appeared above you, straddling your hips sans pants, as she pressed a few sensual kisses to your lips. A soft moan escaped your parted lips, your hands gripped her hips firmly following her movement as she rolled them, grinding into your midriff.
She pryed her lips from yours, her hand turning your head by grabbing your jaw to whisper in your ear, “I’m gonna sit on your face and ride it till you make me cum. Is that okay with you, sweet girl?” You whimpered at her words, nodding.
“I need verbal consent,” she said, her tongue swiping along your jawline.
“Emily, please,” you begged her. “Please ride my face.” Her hips shifted, leaving a small slick spot on your exposed abdomen before she was hovering above your mouth. You wasted no time, wrapping your arms around the back of her legs and pulling her into your mouth.
You moaned into her cunt as your tongue made contact with it, tasting her for the first time. One of her hands gripped the armrest on the door, the other resting affectionately in your hair.
She gasped softly as your tongue explored her wetness, becoming more confident as her moans encouraged you. You gripped the flesh of her thighs and ass, drawing another groan from her while her hips began to roll lazily in a slow rhythm.
“That’s it, you’re doing so good,” her head was tilted back, back arched ever so slightly as her hips began to move with more purpose. You were taking mental snapshots of every noise and movement she made, studying which strokes of your tongue elicited more reaction.
Your fingers tugged gently on the hem of her shirt as you mumbled, “Off? Please.” A grin tugged at the corners of her mouth as she groaned from the vibration of your voice. Her eyes met yours and you stared up at her innocently, pushing your tongue further into her wetness.
“You’ve been such a good girl, you want to see more of mommy?” she smirked above you, knowing the effect her words had on you as you squirmed underneath her. Her voice was low, almost sinister, as she spoke.
“Emily, please,” you groaned, your mind clouded by arousal. She pulled the shirt over her head, and you couldn’t help but notice your last name lettered across the back. It only turned you on more.
Your eyes dragged over Emily’s toned body, her full breasts swaying as she ground her sex into your mouth. You ran your fingers up her torso, admiring her figure as you zeroed in on her clit with your tongue.
Her fingers tangled in her hair as her moans increased in pace and volume. “Fuck, don’t stop,” she groaned, closing her eyes and tipping her head back. You felt her thighs contracting against the side of your face, gripping you slightly.
She pulled her cunt from your lips rather quickly, snaking her body down yours and straddling your hips again. You sat up, extending your legs as she pulled you in for a deep kiss. As she pulled away, she swiped her finger along your chin collecting her juices and gently pushed it between your lips.
“Suck,” she demanded, her tone firm and authoritative while her eyes followed yours. You closed your lips around her finger, eyes fluttering closed as you tasted her again. You swirled your tongue lightly across the digit, giving Emily a show as you slowly released it from your mouth.
You opened your eyes to find Emily’s gorgeous smile, her eyes admiring you affectionately. She kissed you softly once more, her hands cupping your face while her thumb gently stroked your cheek. “Good girl. Jump back up front and pass me my clothes. After dinner, I’ll take you back to my place and take care of you, sound okay?” She said, brushing her fingers through your hair.
“Yeah,” you whispered softly, entranced by the way she seemed to look at you. You did as she had asked you and after a few moments she had joined you in the front seat again. You sat quietly, your face red with embarrassment.
“Don’t get shy on me now,” she said, turning your head to face her. Her hand dropped down, squeezing you thigh in reassurance. “What’s on your mind?”
You cleared your throat, “Um, how did you know that— um.” Your words seemed to fail you as you stammered, trying to find the least embarrassing way to address what you were wondering.
She grinned, she really seemed to enjoy making you squirm. “What? Mommy?” She raised her eyebrow at you knowingly, as if she didn’t even have to ask.
Your breath caught in your throat as you quickly said, “Yeah— uh, yeah, that.” You shook your head as if trying to remove the word from your thoughts.
“Doesn’t take a profiler to realize you have mommy issues, pretty girl. Plus you had to excuse yourself from that interview I did that one time, so that told me everything I needed—” She said playfully, never taking her hand off your thigh.
You nodded in embarrassment, laughing slightly as you interrupted her, “Okay, I get it.” You rested your hand on top of hers.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” she smiled at you, leaning into your ear. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart. I’m gonna make you feel so good later.” You whimpered softly, biting your lip to muffle the sound that escaped your lips.
“Now, we’ll tell the team we went to the wrong restaurant when we get there. Give me a kiss.” You pressed a soft, short kiss to her lips as you felt her signature smile tugging her lips again. “Such a good girl,” she whispered.
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🩷💎 Floyd x Reader 💎🩷
Disclaimer: I wrote this at 3am sorry if its bad. ALSO PART 2 LATER
Your eyes met while on the first show of the tour, you were in the crowd eyes filled with admiration as he sang. His world stopped seeming as it was just you two in this huge concert hall. A spotlight on you as he began putting %110 into his preformance.
He felt his heart flutter everytime you fanned over him. Especially when it was just his solo preformances. [Which also unconsciously contributed to the downfall of their perfect family harmony.]
After everything went down hill due to John dory’s ignorance. He tried to grab onto the vine to prevent himself from falling off the stage missing it by a hair and falling into the crowd. Landing on top of you winding both of you in the process.
Feeling the soft body underneath him gasp for air as he scrambled off of the poor fan. His heart skipping a beat when he realised WHO he has landed on. His face heating up as he felt himself getting the preshow jitters.
Wiping his sweaty palms off as he extended a helping hand out towards you as you gaped in shock.
Like was this really happening right now?! your idol was really infront of you let alone OFFERING YOU TO TOUCH HIM!? GASP!!
Your mouth ran dry as you took his hand into yours pulling youself up as he apologised profusely as jealous fans watched from afar. Security came and took him away before you could even tell him that it was no big deal. He looked back at you as he was taken away lipping once more i’m sorry before being lead backstage.
You felt empty as everyone was asked to leave early dragging your feet behind you. As you were waiting outside for your ride you you were stopped by security as they told you to follow them. Not wanting to get in trouble you decided to go with them without any complications.
As you walked you notived that you were being taken backstage. Feeling excitement bubble inside of you at the thought of seeing Floyd and the rest of the BroZone gang ONE ON ONE. Skipping inside of the entrance as they stayed outside.
Seeing the familiar pink haired troll pacing nervously until he saw you. His eyes lighting up as he walked towards you asking if you were okay.
You reassured him that you were alright he sighed in relief.
“I- I’m sorry my brothers aren’t here… they’re just letting off some steam right now.” He sighed out looking up at you his face flushing as a dopey smile was plastered on your face.
“It’s alright! I’m just so happy I get to see you again Floyd!” You beamed as he softly smiled as he watched you fan over him. “So you were the one who asked me to come back stage?” You asked tilting your head as he nodded.
“Yeah I just feel really bad about the concert ending early AND you know…winding you.” He chuckled rubbing the back of his neck. “I can make it up to you?” He muttered looking into your eyes as you blushed.
“I-I no Floyd it’s okay everythings fine! I don’t mind it’s more of an honor!” You blerted out waving your hands in front of you. But Floyd moved closer.
“N-no I insist! its the least I could do It’s my treat.” Floyd spoke grabbing your hands and pulling you closer.
“ohmygodisthisreallyhappeningohmygod” You thought out loud causing Floyd to laugh. A blush spreading across your face unable to conjoin words so you just nodded. Floyd felt a smile grow on his face as he zoomed to his dresser grabbing a peice of paper and writing something down and zooming right back grabbing your hand gently and placing it into the palm of your hand.
“This is my number text me when you get home okay? I’ll plan something for us to do.” He looked into your eyes feeling himself heat up at the situation.
“YESOKAYTHANKYOUFLOYDOHMYGODILLDEFBETEXTINGYOULATER” You practically screamed out holding his number close to your chest looking at the time and feeling upset.
“You gotta go now huh?” You nodded disappointed exchanging goodbyes before walking out the door, before turning around and rushing over and giving him a hug before you left. Rushing out of the door and yelling a good bye as sqeals and giggles could be heard fading away into the distance.
Floyd shook his head as he let out a low chuckle and grabbing his phone after hearing a notification.
“Hey Floyd I know you said when I get home BUT I couldn’t wait so HI!!!”
Smiling to himself before responding quickly tapping away at his screen as he heard his brothers come back still arguing about what happened during the preformance.
#floyd trolls#floyd x reader#i love floyd#trolls band together#trolls#floyd#trolls 3#IM SORRY IF ITS BAD IT WAS 3 AM AND I COULDNT SLEEP UNLESS I POSTED SOMETHING
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happy birthday — miles 42 x reader (birthday special)
↳ summary: miles has been really busy a lot lately, training hard under his uncle to better his tactics at fighting and balancing school and chores on top of everything, he just kind of forgets today was even special. but luckily, you don't forget your boyfriend's birthday that easily.
↳ word count: 1,916
↳ a/n: i did not realize it was my son's birthday on the third, i'm so sorry it's late SJEBCBFIVBRFVBRBVVRBO BUT I HOPE THIS IS GOOD ENOUGH TO MAKE UP FOR IT, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MY BOYYYY AND I HOPE YOU GUYS LOVE THIS <333
"got any idea what's up today, miles?" you asked miles with a big grin on your face as you caught miles in the halls before class began. he raised an eyebrow up at you as he glanced up at you after collecting all his books and everything else he needed for his first class of today before heading off. "um... no. is it movie night tonight? because sorry, i... i can't make it tonight, cielo." he muttered as he looked at you with eyes filled with hints of sadness and shame at not being able to hang out with you, despite really wanting to. his responsibilities as being the prowler, a student, and a son have got him really occupied lately. he can't really quit either of these full-time jobs he's got going on right now, and you couldn't blame him. you wished he went easier on himself, though, and took more breaks, took it a little easier on himself, maybe would blow off some steam from time to time and tell you at least how he feels so it doesn't bottle up inside him over time.
you held his hand and shook your head. "nah, silly, it's something more important!" you exclaimed with a grin. miles tilted his head to the side and raised his eyebrow as he looked at you with a look of confusion. "um... hmm, is it a study night? i know it's not our anniversary yet, it's not your birthday, uh..." he mumbled as he closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his head, frustrated with himself because nothing came up in his mind. he didn't think there was anything worth such importance today, though if he was being honest, he wasn't sure what date it was today; he just got by the month by remembering what tests were when, if tonight had prowler activities, or if tonight was going to be laundry night with his mom. he was honestly drawing a blank here, he needed you to give him more obvious clues to help him find out what exactly was so important about today.
you sighed as you let go of his hand and folded your arms in front of your chest. miles' eyes widened as he felt you let go of his hand, he reached out for your hand again as he stepped forward towards you. "cielo, wait! please, i... i'm sorry." he apologized first as he stepped back and took in a breath. "can you just, um, tell me what's up today? i'm sorry, i've just been so swamped recently, and i know that's not the best excuse, but i'm not--" he went on and on, but was interrupted by the first bell. "ay, gotta go, cielo, we can talk about this later!" miles said as he scrambled for his stuff and ran off.
you waited for miles outside of his classroom once your class ended, though he had to stay behind and ask the teachers a couple of questions and clarifications over his homework since he was having a lot of backlog due to his duties as the prowler. miles caught a glimpse of you outside, though before he could call out to you or walk over to you, the next bell rang, and you had to attend to your next class. miles couldn't focus properly, he was overthinking about whether or not he upset you, or if you were already disappointed with him forgetting what day it was today. he wasn't able to check his phone or ask for the date today since he was busy catching up with schoolwork. eventually, miles caught you at lunch, but... you were with ganke. you were huddled over with him at his table, the two of you smiling and chuckling at each other as you showed him stuff on your phone.
miles trusted ganke, and ganke expressed how he didn't have any interest in butting in between you two, but the mere sight of you with ganke–all smiles with him and laughing together, after he hadn't been able to spend much time with you recently due to his responsibilities and all–it hurt him deeply, thinking he failed you and were seeking comfort with ganke. miles walked away, hurt and sad, but angry towards himself for the most part. he ate lunch alone, just like he did before befriending ganke and meeting you, but he felt like he deserved it for pushing you aside, even if he didn't mean to and wanted nothing more than to be by your side.
as miles headed home after school, not seeing you in the halls or at the school yard as he scanned his surroundings for you, he felt super dejected and disappointed in himself. he wanted to stop thinking about his responsibilities for once and just put all his time, effort, and focus on you and only you–but he knew that would be a mere twinkle in his eye, a dream that will only remain as that, a dream. but as he entered the front door of his home, he was greeted to the voices of all the important people he had in his life, with yours ringing distinctly in his ears.
"happy birthday, miles!"
miles stiffened as he heard those two words with his name following the greeting not long after. he blinked for a few times and looked around–his mom and uncle aaron were there, so were ganke and... you. wait, could this be the super important thing you hinted about today? oh, man, did he feel like an idiot–he never thought of his own birthday as something of importance, but you... you kept thinking about him, all day. miles was speechless as you approached him, all smiles, and pecked his cheek. "happiest birthday to you, miles." you said as you pulled away and presented to him the gift you had for him. miles looked at you with a puzzled look. "cielo... for-for me?" he asked you as you chuckled and nodded. "for who else, dummy?" you asked him as miles slowly took the gift and stammered. "i... but, cielo, i don't deserve this. i've missed out on countless dates and meet-ups with you, i keep pushing you aside even though i don't wanna, i--" miles rambled on and on, beating himself up for feeling inadequate at making you happy due to his repeated absences.
before he could continue, you hugged him tightly. "and it's okay, babe. you're good. you try, and even if it doesn't work out, it's the thought that counts. i'm already happy you think of me all the time and want to spend time with me, even if you can't. i love you, miles." you tell him in a gentle voice as miles hugs you back, bringing you closer to him as he kisses your cheek. "i really love you, too, mi cielo..." he mutters as you pull away from him and lead him to the couch for him to open his gift from you.
you handed him a thick box, it was wrapped in purple wrapping paper with green accents, with a green and black ribbon to tie it up. you encouraged miles to open it as ganke filmed it, with his uncle aaron and his mom watching intently. miles was gentle in unwrapping the gift, he didn't rip it open, he wanted to feel the suspense of opening the gift you got him. soon, when he saw what was inside, he gasped loudly as his eyes went wide. he kept repeating 'wait, no...' in a breathless, excited way as he realized you bought him the sneakers he had been wanting for the longest time. he could never ask his mom to buy it for him, and he was saving up to buy them himself, but to get them from you... oh, he felt like he had ascended.
"mi cielo, no freaking way...!" he exclaimed in an overjoyed manner with slight chuckles in his voice as his smile widened as the fact you gifted him the very sneakers he had wanted for a long time sunk in and made him momentarily forget the sadness he was feeling just earlier. his uncle teased you as he wished you didn't gift him those sneakers, he'd have a new obsession for a little while and keep his eyes out for him. "that boy's gonna be wary about me, asking me if i touched them. he's gonna be real overprotective of those, especially since they came from you." his uncle aaron quipped as miles told him that wasn't true. just a little true.
miles kept thanking you and kissed you on the cheek, and as ganke was filming, he encouraged you two to share a kiss. "c'mon, you dorks! for the camera! kiss! kiss! kiss!" he chanted, with uncle aaron chanting along with him. his mother chided the two, saying you two weren't going to be doing anything of the sort in front of them, but you decided you didn't care anymore and pulled miles in for a gentle kiss. miles' eyes widened even more as you kissed him, and though his mother cried out in surprise, with his uncle clapping and chuckling as ganke cheered for you two, he found himself not wanting to pull away and kissed you back.
miles pulled away and gazed at you, a smirk growing on his face as he kissed your cheek. "oh, how did i get so lucky? how could i have you, mi cielo? you know, i'll stop being too serious, you're the only lucky break i have from all the chaos in my life. i promise you, though, i'll make up for all the time that should've been just ours together. i swear, i'll make this place safer for you, i promise." he said as he interlocked his hand with yours, clutching the shoe box in his other hand. he kissed your lips and pulled away, causing you to giggle and get flustered. "i'll hold you to that, miles. but please... don't hesitate to come to me, talk to me, or do anything with me. i love you, babe, i don't mind if you miss a few dates or meet-ups, just be safe out there..." you whispered to him with a smile.
his mother retreated to grab a glass of wine as his uncle called out to her to save him a glass, with ganke chuckling as he saved the footage and teased you two lovebirds. "this... has got to be the best birthday ever." miles gushed as he ran a hand through your hair. you chuckled as you fidgeted with the end of his left braid in your hand. "even with your uncle and mom watching us kiss, with ganke filming all of it, probably never gonna let us live it down...?" you asked as you leaned closer to kiss him again and pulling away. miles smiled sweetly at you as he answered, "really." he kissed you again, with you reciprocating his kiss. that truly was going to be a birthday he'll remember, and he's gonna make sure he keeps his promises to you and work hard to earn your love and pay you back for the gift you gave him. though if you were to ask him, the only gift he really wanted was just to... hold you close, hear your voice, and just be with you on his birthday and for all the birthdays there were to come in the future with you, his sweetheart.
tags !! @k4tsu3 @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @toneystank-3000 @ii01vq @maxoloqy @pixqlsin @solecitoszn @q2ie @zalayni @anikaluv
#earth 42 miles morales#earth 42 miles#earth 42 miles x reader#earth 42 miles x you#earth 42 miles x y/n#earth 42 miles morales x reader#earth 42 miles morales x you#earth 42 miles morales x y/n#e42 miles#miles morales x reader#atsv#atsv fluff#atsv imagines#atsv x reader#atsv x you#atsv x y/n#spiderman across the spiderverse#spiderman across the spiderverse fluff#spiderman across the spiderverse x reader
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Nice to look at
word count; 727 – f!reader, use of princess, suggestive
“I’m tired of this,” you announced to no one in particular and stomped your way over to Matsukawa Issei. He sat on top of a desk, one foot resting on the side of the chair where Hanamaki sat and talked to whoever sat behind him. With every step, you lost some of your previously gained confidence until you were standing right in front of him with your arms crossed and an unconvinced frown on your face as you asked him “Can I help you?”
“Depends, what are your services?”
If this was a cartoon, steam would be blowing from your ears. He was always like this with you, seeming to love riling you up. Luckily, you were annoyed enough to not get too flustered by it, but that didn’t help the smirk on his face. “Why are you always glaring at me?”
He barely raised an eyebrow at the accusation. “I’m not glaring at you.”
“Really? Because it sure feels like it-“
“I’m not glaring,” Mattsun said. Makki scoffed from beside you even though he was pretending to mind his own business.
“I heard you the firs-” you tried to say, but he interrupted you again.
“I’m staring.” You took in a sharp breath, suddenly very aware of both his friends and yours looking at you two.
“…why?”
He glanced at his friends, giving them a stern look as if telling them to mind their own business. Then he looked back at you. “Because I think you’re nice to look at.”
“Oh.” This time Mattsun fully raised an eyebrow, which made you feel smaller under his gaze. He got off the desk so he ended up standing much closer, looking down at you with those lazy eyes. “Thank you,” you mumbled.
“You’re welcome, princess.”
“Take a picture next time, yeah? Might last longer,” you said, as if that would have been so much better. Usually, this kind of behaviour from men disgusted you, but with Matsukawa? It was different… and he knew you liked it. He leaned closer, making sure no one else would hear his next words.
“The kind of pictures I’d like to take of you can't be taken in public,” he answered, and you could swear your knees weren’t this weak before. His eyes stared into yours and you stared back for a moment to try and catch your breath. Is it hot in here?
“Pervert,” you whispered. After that, you walked back to your friends with Mattsun staring at your back until he huffed and went back to the conversation he had with his friends. You were a bit stubborn, he liked that.
When classes ended for the day you were passing by his desk on your way to the door when he grabbed your arm, making you spin around to face him. You squinted at him suspiciously, shaking his arm off but still staying to hear him out. He leaned down beside your face and tilted his mouth towards your ear, which made his breath run over your neck.
“Does this mean I can take you out?” he asked, and you bit the inside of your lip as a chill ran down your spine. You looked around as if it was an intimate, more private moment that your classmates shouldn’t see, cheeks flaring pink.
“At no point in that conversation did I ever imply th-” you tried to answer, but he was so very fond of interrupting you today. He leaned back to look at you, and then his tongue ran over his lips like he was hungry. Your eyes shamefully followed it.
“You like coffee? Tea? I know a nice cat cafe.” he asked casually as if the foulest thoughts weren’t running through his mind when he looked at you. You simply had to break eye contact when your mind actually started telling you to give in. Let him treat you to something, what is there to lose?
“After your practice, come get me in the library,” you said like it was an order, still not meeting his eyes as you pulled your shoulders back and walked off. Your friends were staying at school to finish some homework anyway, might as well wait for him.
“See you, princess.” Mattsun’s eyes followed you out of the classroom, but this time the feeling of his eyes on your back made you feel powerful.
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/this was originally for Suna but then I was like wAit
#haikyu#haikyu x reader#haikyuu#hq x reader#fanfiction#haikyuu x reader#hq#haikyuu x you#mattsun x reader#matsukawa issei#matsukawa x reader#seijoh#aoba johsai#seijoh 4
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I'm shy but like... i need to suck childe dry, to the point of letting him all sensitive and whimpery. Leave his cute red cock sensitive to the slightest touch just to put him inside and cockwarming as long as I need it. Yes.
me too dawg............................ me too
warnings: cursing, oral sex (m!receiving), slight sub childe? praise, implied fem!bodied reader
a/n: ran out of steam towards the end no cockwarming sorry :( enjoy my first attempt at smut!!! MDNI
“Please?”
Spread out on the couch, Childe peered down at you, kneeling prettily between his legs. A slight smirk rested on his kiss-swollen lips, and despite the cocky air he had about him, a bright flush rested high on high cheeks. “Hm, I don’t know. Do you think you deserve it?” he cooed, bringing up a thumb to play with your bottom lip.
A wave of heat pulsed through you and settled in your core. You subtly squeezed your thighs together. “I think you deserve it,” you purred, hand inched closer to the tent in his pants. “Please? Wanna make you feel good.”
Whatever he had been about to say was cut short. He hissed in a breath through his teeth at the teasing squeeze you gave him, and the smirk quickly melted away. Beneath your hand, his clothed cock throbbed.
“F-Fuck– yeah, yeah, okay,” he stuttered, trying not to seem too eager while tugging down the waistband of his pants. In any other situation, you wouldn't have passed up the opportunity to tease him a bit, but that thought was thrown to the side the moment he freed himself from his boxers.
Flushed a red that almost glowed, the head of his cock slapped lightly against his light happy trail. You salivated at the sight and bit your lip.
Your hands tugged down his pants the rest of the way to his feet, allowing you to shuffle closer and take his dick in your hand.
The action released a grunt from Childe that came from deep within his throat, his head falling limply against the back of the couch.
You couldn’t help but giggle. “Someone’s sensitive.”
“And whose fault is that?” His gaze remained on the ceiling until you swiped a thumb over his slit, encouraging a few drops of pre-cum to race down his length and over your hand. His head snapped toward you then, hips bucking a bit. “God, baby, please stop teasing.”
A hum was all he got in response, but you wanted him just as bad as he, you. So you wasted no more time before reaching your other hand to lightly play with his balls as the one wrapped around his cock coaxed him into your mouth.
The whine that escaped Childe at the feeling was most certainly not one he wanted you to hear, but God, you wanted him to do it again. You hollowed your cheeks and slowly took him further into your mouth before pulling up and dragging your tongue along a vein that ran up the bottom of his shaft.
His hands clawed at the cushions on either side of him, a crease forming in the middle of his brow. His jaw dropped open, leaving you privy to all the desperate pants he sighed.
Just as you were about to pull off of him, you swirled your tongue around his tip, giving it an extra suck, and flicking again over his slit. A string of saliva followed you as you pulled just the tiniest bit away, checking on Childe, but the pause sent a hand of his flying to cup your face and snaking around to the back of your head. “Please, don’t stop,” he pleaded.
You weren’t planning on it. Taking him back into your mouth, you set a steady pace, bringing up the hand that fondled his balls to massage what you couldn’t fit. At a light graze of your teeth, Childe let out a broken moan that sent a zing of electricity through your veins. The hand at the back of your head pawed with want; you could tell he was itching to take over and fuck your throat. A surge of heat joined the wetness already pooling in your panties, and you couldn’t fight the moan that worked its way up your throat as you worked him.
His gaze fell on you when he heard your need. The flush had spread all the way to his ears and the deep blue of his eyes was nearly all consumed by his lust-blown pupils. “You like that— mhm! — My cock taste good, baby?” You moaned around him in response, not relenting with the bobbing of your head. “You look so pretty with my dick down your throat. So good t’me,” he mumbled.
Tears welled up in your eyes as you picked up the pace, his tip hitting a spot on the roof of your mouth with every descent. It didn’t take long for Childe to become a mess. His eyes didn’t leave you, watching a tear slide down your face, drool drip from where your bottom lip hugged his cock.
When he felt the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat at your attempt to take more of him, he let out a long, needy whine, hips involuntarily bucking. The grip on your hair tightened. “Fu-uck! I— baby, I’m close, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t—” Childe gasped, his breath catching before devolving into a drawn-out, guttural groan.
His seed spilled down your throat with his release and you swallowed what he gave you, save for a few drops that escaped down your chin from a few of your coughs. Chin slick with cum and drool, you grinned up at him.
“You have another one in you?”
He wheezed out a laugh, still recovering from his high. “I don’t— Ah!” his sentence cut off at the kiss you planted on the tip of his soft, but quickly hardening cock.
“Please?” Your tongue peeked out to lick your lips.
And really, how could he say no to you?
#childe x reader#snail.requests#snail.writes#snail.answers#tartaglia x reader#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader
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Three-Three-Three
A platonic fluff piece about the fridge scene at the end of Season 2.
This is also a solid way to help ground yourself when having a panic attack.
“What do you mean he’s locked in the fridge?” you laughed when Richie pulled you aside in the dining area. It was The Bear's friends and family's soft opening, and you were working the bar as a favor for your best friend, Carmy. “I mean, he’s locked in the fridge. Dumbass didn’t call the fridge guy to come fix the handle on the walk-in, and it broke off- so he’s locked in the fridge.” Richie explained further, growing more frustrated as he did.
“I shouldn’t find this amusing because he’s probably freaking out-” You cut yourself off when you noticed Claire, Carmy’s not-girlfriend girlfriend, come out of the kitchen crying; you groaned. Carmy had done something stupid. You looked at Richie. Steam would have come out of his ears if this had been a cartoon. He stormed back to the kitchen, somehow managing not to draw attention to himself.
You nodded in the direction of the other bartender. He returned the sentiment, and you walked back to the kitchen to hear Richie and Carmy screaming at each other from opposite sides of the fridge. “I fucking love you!” Richie yelled, pointing at the fridge as his face twisted with anger and hurt. You had no idea what was going on as you approached the fridge, “Richie, tap out.” you solemnly said, putting a hand on his shoulder, “Go smoke or something. I got this.” you sympathetically smiled when you saw tears forming in his eyes.
“You’re a fucking child, Carmen! Fuck you!” Richie yelled his final jab before walking toward the back of the kitchen to the alley before Carmy could yell anything back at him.
“Carmy?” you asked softly, trying to de-escalate the situation, “Y/N- fuck off! I need- I need-” you could hear the panic in his voice. “Carmy, can you please tell me three things you can see?” you heard Carmy groan. “Carmy? Three things you can see,” you repeated, putting a palm to the fridge door.
“Just get me the fuck out of here!” he yelled, “Carmy. Three things you can see.” you held your breath when you felt a thud on the door, assuming Carmy had slammed a fist on the door or kicked it?
“Fine... carrots. Stock. And fennel,” Carmy said as he slid down the fridge door onto the smooth concrete floor. “Okay. Three things hear,” you responded.
He closed his eyes and focused on your words. “I ugh—the fridge compressor… pots and pans hitting the stove… your voice,” he answered, pushing a hand through his sweat-soaked hair. The styling product he’d put in was long gone.
“Now, tell me three things you can feel.” you said, putting your forehead on the fridge, “Uh, the floor… the door, and uh… my hair?” he answered. Carmy leaned back against the door and stared at the light above him.
“Scale of one to ten. How are you feeling?” you laughed, trying to lighten the mood. “Seven?” Carmy chuckled.
“Is the fire department here yet?” he questioned only to hear you laugh again, “Carm, what do you think?”
“This would fuckin’ happen to me.” he scoffed. You grinned, “What happened with Claire? She ran out crying.” you heard Carmy sigh, “I thought I was talking to Tina… I was talkin’ about how I don’t deserve enjoyment.” you nodded.
“I think she took your panic attack personally. Not very pro mental health of her.” you joked, hoping you hadn’t, pun unintended, poked the bear too much by asking. Carmy chuckled, “It’s okay… she told me she loved me, and I didn’t say it back. I think I loved her, but I’m not in love with her… ya know?”
The two of you sat there for a while. You watched the kitchen bustle and hoped the other bartender wasn’t too slammed while you cared for Carmy through a couple of feet of metal. When the fire department came, they’d managed to open the door without breaking out the axe. Carmy was free, and Syd and Marcus sarcastically clapped and hooted, much to Carmy’s annoyance.
Marcus laughed and exclaimed, “He returns!” before he threw an arm around Carmy’s shoulders. “Okay, back to work, chefs.” Carmy rolled his eyes before returning to his station. You laughed, “Well, at least you won’t forget to call the fridge guy again.” Carmy shot you a glare as you put your hands up defensively. “I’m not wrong, Berzatto.”
#the bear#carmen berzatto#carmy berzatto#carmen berzatto imagine#carmy the bear#carmen berzatto one shot#carmen berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto imagine#carmen berzatto x you#carmy berzatto fluff#carmen berzatto fluff#the bear fan fiction#the bear fan fic#the bear fluff
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hey! I want to request a fluffy one shot about ellie being a parent with the reader. The rest is in your hands, write what comes to ur mind!
Small Hands
Summary: People say that the magic disappears when you have children, that never applied to you and Ellie, you are just as hopelessly in love as the day you were married. You celebrate Christmas with your friends and family despite a few bumps in the road.
A/N: I usually don’t fuck with kids but this concept actually seemed really cute to me. This chapter is a bit shorter, sorry if it’s rushed, I wrote this while studying for my exams. Thank you for requesting! If anyone else has requests, feel free to leave them and I will get around to them! There is the smallest teensiest weensiest smidgen of a angst in the middle but it comes from a third party. Warning for mentions of postpartum depression
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The air was infused with the spicy aroma of gingerbread and the warm glow of twinkling lights as a group of friends gathered for their annual Christmas party. The cozy living room, adorned with tinsel and stockings, echoed with laughter and the jingling of bells. The adults, each holding a mug of steaming cocoa (with a splash of Bailey's), exchanged stories of the year gone by while the children, eyes wide with wonder, eagerly awaited the arrival of Santa Claus.
The living room sparkled with the joy of reunion, as friends who had become family over the years shared in the holiday spirit. You being the hostess of the party, had a flair for festive decorations, you had turned your home into a winter wonderland, complete with a towering Christmas tree and a crackling fireplace. "Levi, get away from there!" Your eyes went wide and you slammed your mug onto the coffee table before you ran to retrieve your son who was wearing an elf onesie and had been attempting to pull out bottles from the wine rack. Your friends and family laughed at the scene "Geez," You grabbed him from beneath his arms and scooped him up, quickly bringing him close to your chest. He had just turned four and was rapidly getting too big for you to carry him. You put him on the ground and ushered him toward the game room telling him to go play with his sister while all of the children were playing some kind of board game or watching the Polar Express. "Where is your mother?" You mutter under your breath, gaze suddenly focusing on the sink full of dishes, you sigh and walk towards them, figuring it easier to get them done now as opposed to when the part has ended and you're too exhausted to do so.
In the tranquil kitchen, the rhythmic cadence of water splashing and the clink of porcelain against stainless steel create a melodic backdrop as you diligently tend to the post-dinner ritual of washing dishes, humming along to the song 'Last Christmas' which you could hear ever so faintly rise above the busy chatter of the living room. your hands, adorned with soap bubbles, move with a graceful choreography, navigating each plate, glass, and utensil with practiced efficiency. The moonlight streaming through the window illuminates the dance of water droplets, casting a prism of reflections on the gleaming surfaces. The scent of citrus-scented dish soap permeates the air, as you, lost in thought, scrub away at remnants of roast chicken and mashed potatoes.
"There's my girl," You feel a pair of arms snake around your waist, you didn't need to turn around to tell who it was; it had of course been your wife, you looked down at where her hands rested on your midriff, her silver wedding ring glistened beneath the warm overhead lighting in the kitchen.
"Are you aware your son is trying to get into the wine rack again?" You turn around to face her, her hands changed from their spot on your waist to the edge of the kitchen sink, leaving you stuck between her and the counter, faces inches apart.
"What can I say? He's got drinking problems," She teased, gaze flickering to your lips for a minute.
"That's all you," You said, your faces were so close that you could've sworn that you could count every single freckle on her face. Without warning, Ellie puts her hands back onto your waist to pull you close, she plants little kisses on your neck, earning a giggle from you "Really?" You laugh "Is me washing dishes really that attractive?"
"Oh, absolutely," She thought you were so incredibly stunning, even in something as simple as a red cable-knit sweater with faded mom jeans and hair tied up sloppy in a claw clip. You had only bought the claw clip in the first place because your daughter told you they were trendy.
"Okay, seriously, there are kids here," You laugh, gently pushing Ellie away from you "We can save that for later."
"You just look so beautiful," Ellie wears a goofy smile on her face.
"In mom jeans?"
She shrugs "As beautiful as the day I met you, if not more."
You can't help the huge smile that consumes your face. You and Ellie had met in college, she was a bartender and you went to her bar every single Friday just to see her, all of your friends sat in a booth but you would always push for them to sit at the bar when they refused, you sat alone just to talk to the pretty girl behind the bar. "Do you remember how we were spending Christmas in College?"
"One bottle of peppermint schnapps and a bag of chocolate-covered pretzels."
"You're forgetting a game of strip poker," You add.
"That's probably because I was hammered off my ass," She says bluntly and it makes you laugh. Back in college, the pair of you made plans to fly home to see your families but a snowstorm had other plans, with arrangements cancelled you went back to each other, cozying up on Ellie's beat-up couch and dumping schnapps into eggnog, god it tasted awful but the sound of Ellie laughing, her cheeks and nose pink from cold air almost made it taste better.
"You know..." You say, drawing Ellie's attention "I think it might be time to start the gingerbread house contest."
Ellie is way ahead of you, she leaves the kitchen and enters the game room, you can tell the exact moment she announced it by the kid's reactions all you heard was cheering before a dozen kids stormed out of the game room and gathered around the dining table where you had meticulously placed a gingerbread house decorating kit at each chair as well as little bowls full of several colours of frosting and miscellaneous candies lined down the center.
Parents sat next to their children or stood behind them, either rooting for them or guiding their small hands along the gingerbread, aiding the decorating process. Ellie sat between both of your children "Levi, you can eat it after you build it," She chuckled, gingerly moving the plastic butter knife of icing to the edge of a wall for the gingerbread house, "See? You put icing along the edges and then you stick it together and then when it dries, you have a house!" She explained in simple terms to your youngest, turning her head to look at your daughter who was too busy conversing with her friend to decorate "You should be listening to this too, Kenna, useful tips," She teased. Kenna rolled her eyes, she was ten years old and at that stage where she was starting to get embarrassed by her parents. Ellie laughed at your daughter's reaction, locking eyes with you from your spot by the doorway where the two of you share a look of understanding.
"Uh oh, looks like Papa's intervening," Dina said, she stood next to Jesse, cradling her baby, JJ, in her arms, watching the scene unfold.
"Alright, kiddo, here's what we're gonna do." Joel shooed Kenna's friend away, replacing her. Under hushed whispers he explained a plan to Kenna, the two were discussing a layout to win the gingerbread contest.
"Oh, it's getting heated now," Ellie said, now moving her focus onto Levi's sloppy gingerbread house.
Everyone was in the festive dining room, laughing and talking, truly in the Christmas spirit, all except for one; you heard what sounded like faint sobs coming from the kitchen. With furrowed eyebrows, you followed the sound and found none other than your friend, Catherine crying into her hands.
"What happened?" You break the silence, catching her attention.
Catherine begins to wipe away tears, shaking her head "It's nothing, it's so stupid-
"Well, it's not nothing if you're crying." You cross your arms. Catherine can't seem to get the words out, she just shakes her head and squeezes her eyes shut in her best attempt to push back tears, her blue eyes red and puffy "Whatever it is, I'm not going to judge you."
"It's just-" She takes a deep, shaky breath" Sometimes I wish I wasn't a mom, I just wish I could pack up my bags and leave in the middle of the night and never come back." Catherine was an English teacher at a middle school, you had met her not long after you met Ellie. She was also a new mother, she had only had her baby girl, Clementine for six months; you saw how tired she was, she always for dark bags under her eyes, she used to intricately braid her dirty blond hair every day but now she only had the energy in her to tie it up into a loose bun. "I'm sorry," She laughed "I don't know why I'm crying."
"Because it hurts." You answer, eyebrows furrowing with concern.
Your daughter ran into the kitchen with a huge smile on her little face "Mom, you need to see my house, Papa Joel is helping me and it looks really cool so far-" Her smile faded in the slightest when she saw you with Catherine, "Is Cathy okay?"
"She's fine, sweetheart," You kneel to eye level with Kenna "Her tummy just hurts from too much hot chocolate so I'm gonna take care of her for a bit." You brush one of Kenna's lose hair behind her ear and plant a kiss onto her freckled forehead "Just go back to making your house, I'm sure it looks awesome, I promise I'll come see it when it's done but I think your auntie Sarah would love to see it." Kenna nods casting one last look at Catherine who turned around to hide her tear-stained face from your daughter and hurried out of the kitchen. "Cath, let's talk outside." You move towards the sliding door on the other side of the kitchen, you hold it open for Catherine who follows you outside, immediately hugging herself in an attempt to fight off the cold. "So, where is this coming from?"
Catherine looks around the snow-covered yard, she sees the snowman that your children made with Ellie the day before and it only adds to the unbearable weight on her shoulders "I'm not good at this, I'm a bad mom-
"No, you're not-
She lets out another sob "Like just now, you are so patient with Kenna and Levi, you and Ellie have this incredible house and an amazing family, you guys never fight and I just feel like I'm falling behind."
"You're crazy if you think Ellie and I don't fight, we argue all the time about the stupidest things, like earlier we fought about who would pop that champagne cork. We fight, but that doesn't mean that we don't love each other, I'm sure you feel the same way about Emmet."
"I love Emmet," She says "I really do and I love Clementine so so much I just wish I had a minute to breathe." Catherine can hardly look you in the eyes "I work with kids all day and take care of them and then I get home and it's just more of the same but there's cooking and cleaning and it's endless."
The silence stretches between you two. Catherine's face is scrunched up, her pale turning red from the cold. With each unsteady breath, she heaves, a cloud of carbon dioxide emerges. The sleet covering every inch of ground acts as soundproofing over the neighbourhood, the only thing you can hear are birds flapping their wings and Catherine's heavy cries.
"Do you remember when I wanted to be a writer?" She asks "When I used to have dreams, I would hole myself up in that one corner booth of that coffee shop every Sunday and I would write for hours on end."
"And every time someone mentioned a book or movie that they like, you would ask what they liked about it so you could use bits of it in your writing." You say, your lips stretching into a thin melancholic smile at the memory.
"Well, it's all gone out the window." She was shaking by that point, not from the frigid air or her now wet socks but from misery "Two years ago I was hosting wine-tasting parties and Emmet was taking me out to these beautiful high-end restaurants. I could fit into sleek back dresses and wear high heels for hours without getting blisters, now all I eat is Kraft dinner and takeout. Every nice blouse I own has gotten baby vomit on it."
The way Catherine is speaking, she sounds bitter with despair hanging in her tone. You at a loss for words, postpartum depression was common but you hadn't realized just how much Catherine was suffering. She had spent six months feeling this way with no one to talk to. When you first adopted Kenna you were terrified, you thought that you wouldn't have a mother's instinct and that you were going to screw her up in some way or that she would resent you because you aren't her biological mother.
"I haven't got a full night of sleep in six months, all I hear is that fucking screeching cry. That's all she does is scream, she screams when she's happy, when she's sad, when she's upset and angry, it's all I hear and I'm so fucking sick of it." She buried her face into her hands "Emmet just loves her so much, he does everything with her without complaint and I can't help but hold the slightest bit of resent for her, I probably sound evil right now."
"You don't," You pulled Catherine in for a hug. Embracing her and all of her sadness, if it belonged to her then it belonged to you as well. "I'll tell you this right now, it's going to get a whole lot worse before it gets better." Her head was tucked into the crook of your neck.
"That isn't helping-
You pushed her away, holding onto her shoulders, forcing her to face you. "Remember when you adopted that dog?"
"Toothless," She smiled at the thought of her old Labrador.
"He was a puppy when you adopted him, he had way too much energy, barked at every sound, and pissed and shat on the floor of your apartment a lot," You say, face dead serious despite the subject matter "That night before exams when you were exhausted and all you wanted was to sleep, you tucked yourself into bed and Toothless was right beside you and then he pissed all over your white duvet. You called me and you just cried and cried because you were so stressed and that was the tipping point. How about that time he dragged your period-stained underwear out of your laundry basket when you had a date over-
"Okay, I get it," Catherine laughed.
"My point is, when that puppy stage passed, you were in love with that dog, you blew off plans just to take him on walks downtown. If you had a bad day, you would curl up on the couch with him. Not that I'm comparing your child to a dog but when this postpartum leaves, that child is going to be the light of your life. Fridays at the bar won't sound appealing when you can make popcorn and watch Disney with your daughter, nothing else is going to matter as much as that girl. When Clementine gets older you'll find that every eye-roll means you're doing something right."
"Is that true?" She asks "About the eyerolls?"
"No," You laugh "It's just something I say to make Ellie feel better."
Catherine chuckles, wiping away what remains of her tears. "Thank you."
"I know it feels like it's the end of the road but it's not. It gets easier every single day but that's the hard part, you need to get up and face it every single day." Your words calm Catherine down. Her tears dissipate and with a deep breath she is no longer shaking "We should go back inside now, I wanna see who won the gingerbread building contest." You sling an arm around her and guide her back inside through the sliding door.
"But my socks are wet." She says, hesitant to step back inside.
"I'm sorry for making you stand in the snow but that conversation needed to happen," You urge her inside anyway, not caring if your freshly cleaned kitchen floors get wet "I'll lend you a pair of slippers."
You and Catherine return to the dining room where the contest is just wrapping up, both in fuzzy slippers; the pair Catherine wore had little black spotted cows on them while yours were teal and made to look like Perry the Platypus, a gift you received from Ellie out of the blue because she thought they were hilarious and wanted both of you to have a matching pair. "Just in time," Dina says, she's wearing a white turtle neck and blue skinny jeans, leaning against the wall, watching her husband with a smile "They're about to announce the winner."
Ellie is speaking in a hushed voice with Jesse who is holding JJ in one arm, she's acting as serious as ever and even pretending to ask JJ for his opinion, the baby just babbles in return "Interesting, thank you, JJ," She says. Ellie turns to the crowd, everyone goes silent waiting for her words "The consensus is... You are all winners!"
Many of the older kids groaned in annoyance, all of the adults knew this was coming that didn't stop Tommy from saying that it was outrageous.
As the night unfolded, the kids, bundled up in cozy sweaters, gathered around a table filled with art supplies to craft their ornaments. Laughter filled the room as little hands carefully adorned paper snowflakes and painted wooden stars. The parents, caught in the infectious energy of the children, joined in the crafting, reminiscing about their childhood holiday traditions.
With bellies full and hearts warmer than ever, the group of friends settled into a circle around the fireplace. The children, tucked in cozy blankets, many of the kids fell asleep in the game room while 'Home Alone' played on the TV.
As the night drew to a close, the guests exchanged hugs and well wishes. The flickering lights of the Christmas tree cast a soft glow on the scene as the friends, with their children in tow, bid farewell, knowing that the memories forged on this magical night would linger in their hearts long after the last snowflake had fallen. Parent hauled their sleeping children away into their cars, putting a close on the night.
Ellie took Kenna, hand in hand, to the bathroom, making sure that she thoroughly brushed her teeth. She tucked her daughter in, giving her a kiss on the forehead. Kenna tried to argue that she wasn't tired but the second her head hit the pillow her eyes shuttered closed and any chatter she had in her was replaced by soft breaths emerging from the sleeping girl.
You had taken Levi straight to bed, he was already passed out when you found him curled in a ball on a blanket in the game room. He gently put him down on his bed and pulled a Spider-Man blanket over the top of him to keep his little body warm. You made sure that his night light was plugged in before stepping away and closing the door, but not all the way, you left it open a crack, just the way he liked it.
And so, the echoes of laughter, the warmth of shared moments, and the spirit of togetherness lingered in the air, a reminder that the company of cherished friends and family had just left, leaving you and your little family to sit in the static quiet of the fireplace crackling.
The air is still tinged with the scent of cinnamon and pine, and a soft glow emanates from the myriad of twinkling lights that adorn every corner. The Christmas tree, a majestic centrepiece, stands tall and proud, its branches adorned with an array of ornaments that glisten in hues of red, gold, and silver. A cozy fireplace crackles merrily, casting a warm embrace upon the room. Festive stockings, embroidered with care, hang in anticipation of surprises. Plush blankets drape over sofas, inviting you to sink into their warmth. Every surface seems to gleam with the holiday spirit, from the gleaming silverware on the dining table to the festive wreaths that adorn doorways. The ambiance is a symphony of holiday joy, where every decoration tells a story of cherished traditions and the magic of Christmas despite the displaced blankets and dishes, as well as random craft supplies that were somehow everywhere.
"We should probably clean this up before bed," You say, bending down to grab a throw blanket off the floor.
Ellie grabs your wrist to stop you "That's what tomorrow is for," You turn to face her "Right now I just want to be with my wife."
You grin "I don't think I'll ever get sick of you saying that."
"I don't think I'll ever get sick of saying it."
You kiss Ellie, she has one hand pulling you in from the small of your back. "I think I have a crush on you." You giggle.
"A crush on your wife?" Ellie raises an eyebrow "Who could imagine that."
"No I mean, I obviously love you but there's a difference between being in love and having a crush, we've been married for fourteen years and I still get excited when you call me pretty. I can't help but stare at you in a room full of people and when you look back I get butterflies because I just can't help but be thankful that I got lucky enough to have you." Your lips curve up into a smile "I don't think that was corny enough," You say sarcastically.
Ellie kisses you again, it is simple and sweet, like the taste of sugar resting on the tip of your tongue "I guess I have a crush on you too," She looked so pretty in her jeans and red flannel, sporting the haircut you gave her with pride; whenever someone mentioned her haircut she would get all giddy and say 'My wife did it!'. An idea snaps into your mind, and you swiftly break away from Ellie and kick off your Perry the Platypus slippers, jetting to the kitchen to the sliding door and running outside. Ellie calls after you, with no response, she follows your trail of teal slippers. She pokes her head outside "Honey?" She calls into the night, and instead of your voice answering her she is decked in the face by a snowball. "Ow!"
With rosy cheeks and twinkling eyes, your breath forming clouds in the cold, launched the first snowball, its trajectory guided by both precision and mischief. Ellie, undeterred, retaliated with a well-aimed throw which truthfully fucking hurt when it crashed into you as she used to play softball and didn't know how to gently throw anything. The world around you transformed into a playground, each snowball being thrown with more power.
As the not-so-friendly competition unfolded, your movements became a dance—a graceful ballet of dodges and throws. The landscape bore witness to their camaraderie, marked by the hushed giggles (trying your best to stay quiet enough that you didn't wake the kids) and the occasional shrieks of delight. Frost-kissed eyelashes framed your beaming faces, capturing the essence of a moment suspended in the magic of winter.
The cold air filled with the warmth of your connection. You both paused, momentarily breathless, her laughter echoing in the serene stillness of the snow-covered landscape. Amidst the snow-laden trees and glistening ground, you and Ellie shared a quiet gaze—a fleeting, unspoken acknowledgment of the bond that stayed unbroken with each tossed snowball.
Your cheeks flushed with both the chill of the air and the thrill of the game, finally forfeited, coming out from your shielding spot behind the shed, you laughed as you approached Ellie, moving your delicate hands to shake snow out of her hair. The memory of the evening lingered, a cherished chapter in the story of your enduring love.
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Play Time (Matt Murdock x f!Reader x Frank Castle)
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A/N: Hiii! Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy! A part 2 will definitely be coming soon because this one ends sort of abruptly??? It was already over 3,000 words and I didn’t want to make it too long lol. Not beta read and written in various hospital chairs so bear with me here.
Request: Hiiiii! Can I do a request where it's matt x reader x frank. Matt comes home to his wife is in their shower with Frank (her other partner). Frank didn't know that reader wasn't allowed any play time until Matt got home.
(Part 2)
Summary: Matt tells Reader that she can't have playtime until he gets home, but Frank doesn't know that. When Matt comes home early and finds Frank inbetween Reader's legs, she gets punished by both of them.
(Warnings: hello so much smut literally buckle your seatbelts, dom!frank, dom!!!!matt, brat!reader, spanking, oral (fem receiving), edging, frank is a big ole softie, Matt/Frank call reader 'Kitten')
“Oh my god, Frank.” You groaned, leaning your head back against the shower wall in a hurried motion.
“You like that, baby?” He grunted, pressing his tongue against your core with so much ferocity that you thought you might faint.
“I’m-” You stuttered, gasping as he ran his middle finger down your slick folds. “I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”
He hummed against your core, sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body. A guttural moan crawled out of your throat and bounced off the walls in a faded echo. He was toying with you, but you didn’t mind. The water was so warm that steam had begun bellowing over the glass door, hugging the reflective surfaces in a soft haze.
You were so close. You could feel the beginnings of what would be an intense orgasm forming in your gut, and you clenched your toes in anticipation.
“You’re taking such good care of me.” You mewled, running your fingers through Frank’s hair.
“You’re god damn right, I am.” He grunted, and you knew you’d won him over. Frank’s favorite thing in the world was when you or Matt ran your fingers through his hair, and you knew exactly when to deploy that tactic. Normally, touching Frank without permission during sex was off limits, but he was being generous tonight, and you were soaking up as much of it as possible. He’d grant you the orgasm this time, and you were ever so thankful for his generosity.
Frank plunged his finger deep inside you as he began to nip and suck at your clit. Your legs began shaking, and your eyes rolled back as your core tightened. You were seconds, milliseconds away from coming all over Frank’s tongue when you heard the front door slam.
Oh shit.
You tensed, turning your head towards the open bathroom door. Frank paused his movement, and the pleasure of your almost-orgasm ebbed away in an anxious haze.
“It’s just Red.” Frank mumbled, watching you intently. Your eyes were wide, shifting between the doorway and the shower head.
“Fuck.” You whispered, sucking your lower lip in between your teeth. Frank’s brow furrowed, and he rose to his full height in front of you. “I’m so totally screwed. He wasn’t supposed to be back for hours.”
“What did you do?” Frank grumbled, taking your jaw in his massive hand and forcing you to look at him.
“Don’t be mad.” You started, worry evident in your expression.
“What. Did. You. Do?”
“I wasn’t supposed to have playtime until Matty got home.” You whispered in a voice that could only be described as horror-stricken.
Frank’s expression morphed from confusion into amusement, and soon he was chuckling, shaking his head at your arrogance. He softened his hold on your jaw and lowered his hand, lightly tugging you toward him by your throat. His lips grazed the curve of your ear as he spoke.
“You’re in for a long night, sweetheart.”
You balked, suddenly terrified to face the wrath of not one, but two dominating lovers. Frank didn’t appreciate being tricked, and Matt had made it abundantly clear that morning that you were not to have any fun until he got home from patrolling. When Frank had trudged through the door an hour ago, it was immediately clear that he had no idea of Matt’s rule, and you’d taken advantage of his ignorance in the worst way possible.
You knew Matt had heard everything. He’d probably homed in on your moans as soon as he was within a two-mile radius of his apartment, hence the door being slammed to announce his arrival. He was home, and he was pissed.
Your gaze drifted to the doorway. Where before there had been an empty space, lit only by the glow of a lamp, now stood the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, broad and menacing in his gear. You suddenly had a firm understanding of the fear many criminals felt when Matt interrupted their nights. Any relatively intelligent person would take one look at him and sprint in the opposite direction, but the pounding in your core amped up at the sight of him, and the smirk on his face wasn’t helping.
Frank reached around you, turning the shower off and grabbing a towel. He slid the door open and stepped out, still chuckling as he dried himself off. The cool air settled on your body, and your nipples hardened in anticipation of your punishment. They wouldn’t be gentle, and you resisted the urge to clench your thighs together at the thought of it.
“Red.” Frank acknowledged Matt with a nod of his head. “Our kitten’s been naughty.”
Matt tilted his head in response, and you got the sudden feeling that you were being scrutinized. Matt hadn’t said a word, and the longer he stayed silent, the more your core pounded between your thighs. Oh, Matty was pissed.
“So it seems.”
Matt’s voice, the Devil’s voice, was so rough that you could’ve sworn you felt it brush against the inside of your thigh as he spoke. Your knees buckled as his voice echoed around the room, and even Frank paused his movements for a moment to look at Matt. Frank couldn’t deny his attraction to Matt when he was like this, so riled up from the night of patrolling, any more than you could deny how incredibly turned on you got when he let the Devil come out to play.
You took a hesitant step out of the shower, reaching for the towel you’d laid out for yourself earlier. Matt clicked his tongue, halting your movement mid-reach. Frank snickered, leaning against the counter and looking Matt up and down. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say Frank was buzzing with excitement about this. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. That would just increase the punishment tenfold.
Frank moved across the room, lightly tapping Matt’s jaw with his index finger before tugging the helmet off his head. You watched as they came to an unspoken agreement, and when Frank turned around to smirk at you, your eyes widened with unease. Frank marched out of the room, a light chuckle following him as he made his way out of sight.
It was just you and Matt now, and you wanted nothing more than to smooth the furrow in his brow.
“Matty, I-”
“Did I say you could speak?” He interrupted, clenching his fists.
“No.” You shook your head, sighing as you realized you wouldn’t be able to talk your way out of this one tonight.
“No, what?” He chided.
“No, sir.” You mumbled, clenching your thighs together.
Matt circled you, predator stalking prey, and pulled you backwards, flush against the armor of his abdomen. His hands roamed your torso, barely grazing the underside of your breasts. His teeth skimmed the skin of your neck, and you panted when you felt his desire for you digging into your back.
“What’s our safe word, darling?” He murmured, nipping at the sweet spot beneath your ear.
“Satin.” You panted, pressing yourself further into his hold. His hand trailed between the valley of your breasts, up across your collarbone until it wrapped around your throat. He squeezed lightly, emphasizing his command.
“I want you face down on the bed. You are not, under any circumstances, going to touch yourself. Think you can do that, Kitten?”
“Yes, sir.” You responded, nodding eagerly at the thought of him pounding into you. He released his hold on you, turning as he began removing his armor piece by piece. You watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and tried not to drool when his muscles came into view.
“Thirty seconds.” He grunted, unzipping his pants. You snapped into action, hurrying out the door and onto the bed.
Frank was sitting in an armchair across the room, relaxed in a way that only made you more eager to feel him inside of you. His head was leaning against the wall behind him, and his hands were clasped on his stomach. His legs, large and muscular, were stretched out in front of him. He was a poster child for peace, and it made you antsy. You weren’t expecting him to let you off so easy.
He had pulled a pair of sweatpants on, but his upper half remained bare. You didn’t know how you’d gotten so lucky with your partners. Both were incredibly strong, chiseled as if they were sculpted by the Gods, and you couldn’t get enough of simply looking at them, let alone getting to love them.
You crawled up the bed on your hands and knees, settling yourself on the soft comforter. You crossed your ankles and rested your chin on your folded arms, sighing as your body sunk into the mattress. A small smile rested on Frank’s face as he intensely watched you make yourself comfortable, and a sense of unease passed over you.
“Do you think he’ll go easy on me?” You asked, blinking at Frank with doe-like eyes. Any other night, a glance like that one would’ve driven Frank to the point of fucking you sideways, but tonight, he barely acknowledged your question. His grin widened, and you would be lying if you said your pussy wasn’t throbbing to the point of aching. Whatever they had in store for you, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to walk properly in the morning.
“Frank,” you whined, shifting your weight so that the comforter would rub against your core, “I need you.” A spark of pleasure rushed through your body as you continued to rut against the comforter, and you could tell you were already soaking through the material. Frank hazily blinked at you, watching your hips with an intensity that would frighten most people. He loudly sighed, chuckling and shaking his head as he looked directly over your shoulder.
You froze. He had to be looking at-
“What are we going to do with you, Kitten? You can’t follow simple instructions?”
Matt was a looming presence behind you, and you couldn’t resist the urge to talk back, even though you weren’t particularly in a position to do so.
“You told me not to touch myself. I wasn’t touching myself.” You mumbled, small smirk playing on your lips.
It was the wrong thing to say, of course, and the thrill that coursed through your veins when Matt flipped you over and furiously tugged you towards him was almost enough to make you come.
“You are such a brat.” He muttered, clutching your throat in his hand. He tugged on the ends of your hair, forcing you to look up at him. “Is this what you want? To be punished by us?”
Your eyes flicked over towards Frank, who was now leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. His gaze had morphed from hazy to pure lust, and the primal urge to jump into his arms and let him fuck you into next week was a keen reminder of the pounding in your core.
You shifted your weight, leaning forward so that your position mimicked one of a begging lover.
“Yes, please, sir. I deserve it.”
Matt wasn’t a monster. If you wanted to be punished, he would indulge you for as long as you could take it. He tilted his head towards Frank, who was already reaching for the belt he had discarded earlier in the evening. His fingers lightly grazed your cheekbones, and he couldn’t help but run his thumb along your lower lip. You parted your lips slightly, allowing him to push his thumb into your mouth.
“You gonna take it like a good girl?” Matt asked, barely managing to conceal his groan when you started sucking on his finger.
“Don’t get distracted, Red. She’s a god damned seductress.”
Frank’s voice carried across the room, and you glared daggers at him when Matt suddenly pulled his hand away from your mouth. You had almost managed to make Matt forget why he was angry, and if Frank wasn’t so ticked off that you’d tricked him, he might’ve let you get away with it.
“You know what to do, Kitten.” Matt muttered.
You jumped from your spot on the bed, hurrying toward Frank, who had opened his arm in welcome. You crawled into Frank’s lap, leaning your upper body across the arm of the chair. Your ass and legs were seductively draped across Frank’s lap, and it didn’t take long for Frank to swing his hand down, smacking the back of your thigh with a loud clap.
You yelped, whining as pleasure snaked up your body. The jingle of the belt buckle in Matt’s hands had your toes curling in anticipation.
The first slap of the belt against your skin was light, almost like a test swing. You bucked against Frank, panting. The second one stung, and you couldn’t help the loud moan you let out in response. The third had heat curling in your core so tightly that you thought you may burst.
A pressure along your thighs had you whining, and before you could comprehend what or who was playing with you, the slap of the belt on your ass combined with the plunging of Frank’s fingers deep inside of you had you gasping for air.
“You’re doing so good, sweetheart.” Frank grunted, teasing you with long, slow strokes of his finger. “Feel how wet our kitten is, Red.”
Frank pulled his hand away from your entrance, running his fingers along the back of your thigh. Matt lightly grazed your ass with his hand, careful not to irritate the raised welts that the belt had produced. He teased your entrance, sucking in a harsh breath when he felt just how slick your cunt was.
“Fuck, Kitten. It’s almost like you wanted this to happen.”
You turned your head, eyes wide as Frank and Matt realized how terribly they’d fallen for your little game. Of course, you had wanted this to happen. When Matt had warned you not to play until he got home, you had accepted it as a dare to get caught.
“Temptress.” Frank muttered.
Matt didn’t say anything. Instead, he plunged two fingers into you and pumped them in and out so rapidly that you could barely breathe. You gasped, letting out a strangled moan as he fucked you with his fingers. Your arms flailed, grabbing at anything you could hold on to, which ended up being Frank’s shoulder.
“Take it, sweetheart.” Frank murmured, holding your legs down as you moaned in pleasure. Your core had been so tightly wound after the hours of temptation that it didn’t take long for the familiar feeling of heat to spark. You squeezed your eyes shut, panting with anticipation. You were so close, so close, and then Matt’s hand was gone, and you let out the most pathetic whine you’d ever managed.
“Matty.” You sobbed, unable to form a coherent sentence.
Matt circled your limp body, still draped across Frank’s lap, and crouched in front of you. The few tears that had escaped at your delayed orgasm were wiped away as Matt caressed your face.
“What’s the matter, Kitten?” He cooed, clicking his tongue in response to your garbled whine.
“Please.” You mumbled, glancing up at him.
“Do you think she deserves to come?” Matt asked, turning his attention to Frank. “Or should we keep edging her?”
“You know how I feel about giving her what she wants.” Frank mumbled, and you couldn’t help the smirk that encompassed your face. Frank could be as brutal and dominating as Matt, but he was always the first one to crack when you started begging. He would always give you what you wanted.
“Lay on the bed, Kitten. We’re going to take good care of you.” Matt pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, and you sighed in contentment when he pushed your hair out of your face.
You pushed yourself out of Frank’s lap and made your way back to the bed on wobbly legs. You flopped down on your back, glancing towards Matt and Frank as they exchanged low whispers. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Matt’s hand had begun caressing Frank’s abdomen in smooth strokes, circling lower until he reached the waistline of his sweatpants.
Frank nodded, agreeing with whatever Matt had suggested, and flopped down on the bed next to you. As soon as he began touching you, the fire that had been stomped out moments before slowly rekindled. You trembled with desire as his hand swept over your collarbone and lightly wrapped around your throat. He tilted your head toward him and finally brought his lips to yours in a lustful kiss.
You moaned into Frank’s mouth, which fueled his passion even more. He wrapped his hand around your jaw, effectively gaining control of your head movement, and shoved his tongue against yours. You vaguely wondered where Matt had disappeared to, but you didn’t wonder for long. A slow, sensual lick between your folds told you exactly where he’d situated himself, and you couldn’t help but whine.
Something you’d learned early on with Matt was how incredibly talented he was at everything he tried. Eating pussy was no different. Matthew Murdock ate pussy like it was his last meal on Earth, and you’d grown extremely fond of this attribute.
Your legs began to shake as Matt assaulted your cunt with his mouth. He licked, sucked, and spit with a ferocity only he could accomplish, and soon you were panting and whining so much that Frank lowered his attention to your breasts.
As soon as Frank’s lips wrapped around your nipple, you were a goner. You arched into both men’s mouths as a white flash of heat overtook your body. A loud moan escaped your throat, one that Matt matched as he continued to lick your cunt, which sent you into an oversensitive haze. Your heart thundered against your ribs, and it felt like an eternity before you could breathe again.
When you finally opened your eyes, desire once again buried itself deep in your core. The lower half of Matt’s face was slick with your arousal, and Frank was eyeing you with a lustful gaze. Both were rock hard, and you suddenly felt like you might die if you didn’t have them inside of you soon.
“I want-” you panted, losing the second half of your sentence. Frank leaned his cheek into your hand while Matt ran his hands up and down your thighs in a soothing motion.
“What do you want, Kitten?” Frank cooed, kissing your palm.
“I want you. Both of you.”
Frank smirked, cupping your cunt with his massive hand. You jumped with oversensitivity but spread your legs wider anyway. “All you had to do was ask, Kitten.”
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@lara-legomonkiekid
What if Y/N was like pepe la pew she is very romantic, she always pounced on him and kissed him a bunch of times while giving him a bunch of mushy lovely knit names.
It stinks to be single😫😫😫😫
(Lmk Wukong) Heart eyes heart eyes for days. This man was just minding his own business until you got bombarded by a very affectionate and cute demon girl. He was being called things like my cute little peach. My sweet ray of sunshine, my adorable little monkey? Such a handsome monkey and how cute he is and With how hard and how much is blushing he feels he's gonna pass out. Oh no you're giving him kisses he's not going to survive this.
(Mk Reborn Wukong) His face is so red with fury and embarrassment. He can't do anything or be anywhere alone. Because now you're over here sticking to him like my gum got stuck at his fur. At first he thought you were looking for a fight. What with all the nicknames and the lovely w language? You were talking to him and that unfortunately isn't the case. You always tell him that your lover not a fighter. And that you simply want to grant him some much needed attention in love. You once said he was an adorable little monkey Which caused him to blush so hard steam came off his face. He will let you ramble on and on about how you'll be such a loving wife to him and that you will take care of him for as long as you guys love which is forever because of the and immortality. Eventually, over the years he learns to tolerate you when you're antics and text and don't tell anyone but he loves you too.
(NR Wukong) Oh man you picked a wrong one. Well in your case the right one but let me explain. This guy would break With Any kind of affection you give him A kiss? A hug a bunch of nicknames. You give them the fact that even though he would probably run away from you. You were just gonna hop, skip and jump towards him in such a teasing nothing manner. And by the end of all that, you're gonna find yourself Running Away from him. Because you may have over did it with the kisses and affection.
(HIB Wukong) The man he can deal with you and whatever to help. This is right now but he is forced to. First of all, he's blushing and angry. Because you said that he was such a handsome monkey and The most adorable demon you've ever seen. P has to think you're mocking him. Because when people see his face they usually stay to hell away. But no, the second you see him. You ran towards him pounced on him Adam attacked and smothered him with so much affection. He had to think this was a joke. What no you were softly calling him all these nicknames like peaches, my Sunspot, My wonderful warrior and the second you also called him your king. Blushy and teary but only you've got to see it.
(Netflix Wukong) Hell no he ain't gonna survive you and your love. I mean, he knows he's great and all. But he's never experienced anything like this before. There's a demon girl who was very passionate and loving towards him. And that excites and terrorizes him a little and not to mention. You would just come out and nowhere with that. Sometimes he has to go into hiding the second. He heard oh chestnut my heart is sizzling for you i'm coming. Boy had to bolt out there Because you were shouting that from across the village and hopping around just looking for him. But between you and me I think he likes the chase that you chase some down just so you can love on him. The dude could really use it
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Part 3 of Flustered Castiel Accidentally Explodes Lightbulbs And Causes Power Outages Especially When Dean's Fingers Are In His Hair
Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4.
Thanks to everyone for their enthusiasm for more parts of this silly lil thing I wrote, I really appreciate it sooo much and you all keep me writing!
This accidentally gained a part 4 I'm sorry ! So the next chapter will actually be the final
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It had happened twice already, and Dean felt confident he knew why: both times Cas had jumped in surprise. He looked like a weird little guy in a trench coat, who frowned too much and hadn’t slept properly in a week, but he had all that powerful Angel mojo stuffed inside, so it made sense that startling him could set it off.
Sometimes if you shook a bottle too hard the cork would fly out, that’s all.
Of course, now Dean absolutely had to shake the bottle on purpose to see what happened.
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The piles of papers scattered across the long table looked random, but Dean knew from experience that they were organised by a system that only Cas understood. Books were opened onto pages with complicated diagrams and words in languages Dean didn’t know, while more books and papers were piled high in boxes by his feet.
Sam sat on the opposite side of the table with a similar setup – both reading in silence except for the rustle of pages.
Dean placed a bowl of steaming, freshly popped popcorn onto the table between them with a flourish and sat on the edge of the table. “You know what goes great with research?” He grabbed a handful and threw them into his mouth. “Snacks,” he said, slightly garbled from all the popcorn, as he grinned at them both.
“Do you know what goes even better with research?” Cas asked drily, without even looking up from his papers. “An extra pair of hands.”
Dean nearly choked with the force of his laughter, and in response Cas finally looked up at him from over the top of the paper he was currently reading. The corners of his lips curled up into a fond smile.
“Cas,” Dean managed, as he got his laughter under control and swallowed forcefully. “You wound me. Here I am, providing sustenance for you both-”
“I don’t eat.”
“-and you’re giving me the cold shoulder?”
Cas opened his mouth to say something, but Dean jabbed a finger towards him before he could speak. “Do not tell me your shoulder is ‘perfectly room temperature’ or whatever. I can see it in your eyes.”
Cas’s smile grew a fraction wider before he hid it behind a pile of papers in his hands. “Okay,” he said, “I won’t tell you.”
Dean rolled his eyes affectionately and reached over for another helping of popcorn. He paused when he noticed Sam looking between them both with his eyebrows hiked up to his hairline.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Sam said with a soft smile, returning to his book.
So, Sam knew that he was flirting. So what. It wasn’t his best flirting, even he’d admit, but it’s not like it mattered when Cas didn’t even see it like that anyway. Did that make it worse? It’s not like he meant to flirt with him (badly) so much anyway, it always just kinda happened.
Dean ran a frustrated hand through his hair as his gaze flicked back to Cas before he could stop himself.
Cas had his eyes narrowed at the stack of papers in his hands, as if he could absorb the information through intensity alone, and Dean felt a wave of warmth in his chest. Okay, maybe the flirting was happening more than ever recently, and maybe he did mean to do it.
He turned away and picked at a loose thread on his jeans, trying to hide his small secret smile.
When they first met, he’d been on the receiving end of those kinds of stares, like Cas was trying to look inside of him, and see right to his core. Back then he probably could.
Thinking about Cas’s Angel powers reminded Dean of what he’d brought the popcorn in for in the first place. He shook himself out of his thoughts and cleared his throat quietly, making sure his back was to Cas.
Sam immediately looked back up.
Dean pointed over at Cas and then the lights. Sam frowned and shook his head. Dean wiggled his eyebrows and nodded. Sam's frown intensified.
The brothers’ silent argument continued while Cas researched obliviously, until Dean rolled his eyes, and in one fluid motion picked out some popcorn, turned around, and flicked it.
Cas jumped so hard that the current collection of papers in his hands slipped out of his grip and his elbow knocked over a whole stack beside him.
Even through the sound of the pages scattering across the table and the floor, Dean could hear Sam’s disappointed sigh as he made his way over to Cas to help, and plucked some popcorn out from where it had got caught on his spiky hair.
Cas apologised for the mess and thanked him, while Dean waited expectantly and with a growing sense of disappointment.
The lights stayed perfectly normal. Not even a flicker.
But that didn’t make any sense…
Cas had definitely been surprised – he’d jumped like he’d been hit with a taser – so Dean couldn’t think of what had gone wrong. The whole place should have been flashing like a nightclub.
Dean eventually jumped off the table and stooped down to pick up some pages that had slid across the floor, but when he placed them back on the table next to Cas, he turned to see two sets of glares directed at him. He pushed his tongue between his teeth and grinned. “I slipped,” he said with a shrug.
“You slipped?” Cas repeated, his eyes narrowing.
“Yeah, and then the popcorn just flew clear out my hands.” Dean’s grin widened. His experiment had failed, but at least he’d been able to see the Squint Of Disapproval. “Speaking of – Sam missed a bit.” Dean reached over to flick out a rogue piece, but Cas immediately ducked away out of his reach.
It was so unexpected that Dean froze mid-action.
“I’ve got it.” Cas’s voice had a strange, strained quality to it as he fluffed both hands through his hair, far away from Dean.
Something painful twisted in Dean’s chest at how quickly Cas had moved away from him. His hand was still suspended stupidly in the air, so he lowered it down to his side and tried to ignore the hurt – Cas could be weird about stuff, and he had just thrown popcorn at the guy. He shouldn’t read too much into it.
Dean forced out a little laugh at the bits of yellow popcorn still trapped in Cas’s hair. “It’s still there, just let me-” He took a step closer.
Cas flinched back. “No, I’m fine, I’ll use a mirror. Excuse me.”
He left the room so quickly it reminded Dean of when he used to be able to fly away and disappear.
“Maybe we should all take a break from research anyway?” Sam suggested, looking at Dean with a deep, concerned crease between his eyebrows.
Dean stared after Cas, a mixture of hurt and confusion and guilt swirling in his gut.
Sam sighed. “I told you messing around with his powers on purpose was a bad idea.”
“Yeah, well. Give me stick and I’m gonna poke the hornets’ nest. ‘Cause apparently that’s just what I do.”
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And then it kept happening.
For weeks.
They were never in a room alone together anymore because Cas would leave if Sam wasn’t there. He would stand up if Dean sat too close to him, muttering something about somewhere he needed to be, or that he suddenly had something to do that he’d forgotten about. He wouldn’t even take anything directly out of Dean’s hands if he handed something over, making some kind of excuse for Dean to put it down first before he took it. It got so bad that if Cas spotted him walking down the corridor in the bunker, he would turn around and walk the opposite way.
It was getting ridiculous. And it was driving Dean insane.
He’d only wanted to know what triggered Cas’s powers to go all screwy with the electrics like an Angel sneeze or something. It was supposed to be funny.
He wasn’t supposed to lose his best friend over it.
After the disaster of the first experiment, Sam told him that he wouldn’t help him with anything else, so Dean was on his own, and rapidly figuring out that maybe Sam was right, and it had all been a bad idea.
A couple of times Dean had even considered talking to Cas about it… but then he’d have to admit to trying to mess with his powers on purpose and acknowledge how badly their lack of interaction affected him. He also wasn’t sure how he could talk about how much he wanted them to go back to how they were, without also admitting that he’d kinda like them to be more than how they were.
So, he stewed in silence and hated the rift growing between them. Dean had never really been touchy-feely – the few times they’d hugged could probably fit on one hand – but God it was like… he missed Cas. And he was right there.
He had to get him back.
#I am having sooo much fun writing this even though I'm always nervous everyone is going to stop enjoying it after every update lmaooo#hope you enjoy the lead up to the final chapter!! sorry I had to split them but it was getting Large#please as always let me know what you think!!#destiel#destiel ficlet#destiel fanfiction#deancas#castiel's angel powers#castiel headcanon#pie's projects#my fanfiction#flustered!castiel
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So if Chaos & Hawkeye are in the same little universe, what happens when Hawk finds out Chaos punched Hangman?
I can’t tell you how fucking much that throws a spanner in the works. But as always here’s the previous updates for anyone wanting to follow along. And here’s Chaos for those who maybe want to check that out too.
The smell of fresh coffee wafted through your bedroom. Notes of cinnamon and caramel slapping you in the face as Jake stood right beside your bed. A smirk plastered on his face as he watched you toss the covers off dramatically, you’d ended up with his shirt, your hair a mess. Your eyes puffy from the little sleep you had both gotten.
“Good morning sleeping beauty—“ Jake takes a sip of his own coffee as he’s handing you the cup he made you. “Coffee?”
“You stay the night on your own accord?” Rubbing your face as you sat up, fluffing the pillows behind your back. Taking the coffee with a small thank goodness leaving your lips with the sigh you let out.
“Did you want me to walk home without a shirt?” Leaning in to kiss your forehead softly, Jake couldn’t get the images of you from last night out of his head.
“Fuck—“ Full. That’s what it felt like as Jake held you up against the cool tiles of your shower. “More—baby more.” Your teeth sinking into Jake's bottom lip as you mumbled into his mouth. Messy. Needy. Chasing that oh so delectable high as Jake's arms snaked under your legs, folding you into the perfect angle where he knew you’d feel every god damn inch he could possibly give you. His hips thrusting up into you at just the right pace.
“God you’re just as good as I remember—“ Jake could barely control himself. He could feel his own high pooling in the base of his shaft. Twitching. His balls tights. “I’m gonna romance your pants off when we’re done here, but first? I’m gonna finish fucking you silly.”
“Oh that’s so beautiful.” You knew teasing and taunting is what made Jake thrive. “Is that Shakespeare?” Moaning as he fastened his pace a little more. Heavier thrust behind each flick of his hips, hitting deeper and deeper. Grunts and angelic moans that made Jake question his own insanity escaped as water ran down from above. Hot steam fogging the class of your shower. “Fuck!!! I’m so close—“
“God wanna feel you cum around me baby, c’mon beautiful, cum for me—“
“Please, any excuse for you not to wear a shirt is a good enough excuse.” Rolling your eyes as Jake padded around to the other side of the bed. His boxer briefs hanging low. Settling in beside you. “So—“
“So?” Jake cooed as he sipped his coffee, his free hand coming to rest behind his head. A small roman numerals tattoo making an appearance on his tricep. The date of your wedding. You’d forgotten he’d gotten it on your third wedding anniversary. Just before things started to take a turn for the worst. “What do you mean so?”
“Well I usually don’t bring guys home on the first date, especially guys who don’t even show up to the first date, so I’m a little stumped on where to go from here.” Jake couldn’t hold back the laugh he let loose. His chest rumbling as he lulled his head towards you. Checks a soft crimson as he took in the sight of you. His wife. His only love. His best friend.
“You do remember we’re married right?” You hadn’t forgotten, how could you? It’s what you’d spent the last year and a half of your life trying to run away from.
“Uh, that’s a technicality—“ Beaming, you turned to face Jake with a soft smirk. “I don’t bring guys home on the first date.” Holding your coffee cup close to your chest, you leaned in. Softly placing your lips on Jakes as he ducked his head ever so slightly to meet you.
“So I’m the exception to the rule then?” Raising his eyebrow questioning your statement, Jake kissed you again before pulling away for another sip of his coffee, letting his arm fall around your shoulders as he drew you into him. Your back leaning against his side.
“More like a lapse in judgment.” Quick. That’s how Jake would describe your sense of humor. Quick witted and playfully dry. Deep down, Jake knew you were just having a tease. Keeping him on his toes. So he didn’t press. “What time do you have to be on base?”
“Like ten?” Yawning, Jake finished off his coffee as you did yours. Watching with hooded eyes as you crawled off the bed. Feet padding against the floor of your bedroom. “What about you?” You weren’t wearing a watch, but you still looked at your wrist. Already knowing you had about half an hour tops to get your shit sorted and out the door.
“Like now—“ With a beaming smile and a glint in your eye, you threw Jake's top at him. Leaving yourself totally exposed before him as you made your way to your bathroom. “So, take your shirt and get out of my house.”
“Oh so you’re tossing me out the second I’m no use to you huh?” Grabbing his shirt Jake raced after you as you let out a small squeal. Racing down the hall. Completely exposed. Thank the lord your blinds were closed. “Just using me for my exceptional coffee making skills and stroke game huh?” It was true, his stroke game was immaculate.
“I can’t say I didn’t enjoy your stroke game, Lieutenant—but your services are no longer required.” It was like you were back in high school again. Playfully flirting as Jake chased you down in just your underwear. His shirt balled in his hand as he finally caught you by the front door. “I’ll see you later—“
“You seriously are kicking me out huh?” Jake kissed you tenderly and ever so softly as you opened your front door. Hiding behind it as you ushered him onto your front porch in just his underwear. “Babe—!”
“Bye Lieutenant Seresin!” Shutting the door as you let your back rest against it, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from smiling. The thought of things being okay again was almost overwhelming. Overpowering. Shaking it off you made your way back to your bathroom, needing to desperately get ready. Quickly.
“Uh, do I want to know?” Coyote smirked as he pulled up out the front of your house. Noticing the stranded Jake Seresin standing in his underwear at your front door on his way to base. “Need a lift?”
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You really should have known that the other foot was going to drop sooner rather than later. For someone as superstitious as you, you really should have seen it coming. But you just didn’t. Maybe you did want to see it coming?
Jake collected himself as his jaw throbbed. Rooster didn’t take his eyes off Chaos as she still shouted profanities Hangmans way. Being carried out of the room over Mavericks shoulder. “Let me fucking at him!! Let go of me!! Say it again Seresin I swear to fucking god!” You’d come out of your office to see what all the commotion had been about—standing still in your tracks as you watched Chaos being carried down the hall, Rooster hot on Mavericks tail with concern evident in his eyes. Bobs too. Turning to see Jake walking towards you holding his hand pressed to his jaw. It looked irritated.
“What the hell happened?” You knew it wasn’t a question you’d like the answer to. At all. But still, you asked as Jake came to a full standstill in front of you. “Do I even want to know?” Shaking his head softly with an unamusing hum, Jake answered.
“Chaos clocked me upside the jaw.” He didn’t take pride in the way he explained it. With no detail at all. Scared to admit the truth, knowing that this could very much change the way things had been going. “Nothing's broken—“ He was very aware that this type of behavior, the not playing well with others behavior was a massive contribution as to why you’d left in the first place. Unable to cope with the stress and anxiety it truly caused.
“Why would she do that?” Jake didn’t respond, his tongue pressing against the inner side of his cheek as he clenched his jaw. Looking anywhere but at you. “Jake? Why would she do that?” Moving yourself to catch his gaze, you turned his head towards where you stood. Forcing Jake Seresin to look you in the eye.
“Psychotic break?” He tried to joke, really not wanting to fight, not wanting to argue. But with the look you sent him, the warning look that he hated oh so much to be on the receiving end of—Jakes know it all demeanor softened into something else. He knew he was in the wrong. “I went through her papers alright—“ Speechless, stunned into silence, you didn’t respond. You simply shook your head in defeat and retreated back into your office. Following you in defense mode, Jake shut the door behind him. “That doesn’t change anything between us, it has nothing to do with us, it shouldn’t!” It changed everything. How after all these years was Jake still pulling the same childish stunts with the people who were meant to protect him, and be on his team.
“It changes absolutely everything!” Shouting as you stood the entire distance of your office away from your husband, the man you wanted to love so badly. “Jake, this is the entire reason why I left in the first place!” Holding back tears as you tried to explain your reasons. Explaining them for what felt like the one hundredth time to a man who just didn’t get the fucking point. “These people? How can you expect them to have your back when you go behind theirs?”
“But what has that got to do with you!? With us!?” Jake was now matching your tone, shouting at each other across the length of your office. When things were good, they were great—but when things were bad? They were bad.
“Because I don’t want to stand alone next to your fucking casket!!!” The weight your explanation carried hit Jake like a truck, he’d never thought of it like that. That you’d be the only one left to mourn him if things were to go wrong. “Here lies Jake Seresin, the guy who people couldn’t be more fucking stocked is six feet under—at least they know he can’t leave them hanging huh!? Hangman!!” You shot his call sign at him like a bullet racing through the barrel of a gun. “Chaos is probably one of the finest pilots I’ve ever seen fly—you’d be fucking LUCKY! to fly a mission with her, and here you are, pulling goddamn grade school level stitch ups that could cost you your life when it matters.” It was Jake's turn to be speechless as you put him in his place. “Why on earth would she risk her life to save yours now huh? Tough guy? Mr. Best of the best!”
“Shit that’s a little harsh isn’t it?” With his shoulders slightly less tall, Jake lowered his voice a little, scoffing because why was it always the end of the goddamn world with you? Why couldn’t you just live in the moment? Always planning, always preparing. “They know I’d lay my life down if I had to—“
“It might be tough, But it’s the truth! God it’s always about being the best of the best with you—doesn’t matter what you lose or who you step on to get there.” Jake Seresin was an incredible pilot. A formidable rival, with razor sharp instincts that made it effortlessly easy to be two steps ahead of anyone and everyone. But regardless, Jake Seresin—despite his capabilities, was still In fact, only mortal. “Who’s going to be left to save your soul if you keep doing things like this?”
“You can’t expect me to give up what I love for you, you married me knowing exactly what I wanted to be, who I wanted to be.” Did he not realise what he’d just said? Had Jake even heard what you were saying? When did you ask him to give anything up!? With your heart sinking into the pit of your stomach you finally came to the conclusion that you’d been trying to avoid for the last year and a half. That your husband, the love of your life, your best friend, could never love you the same way you loved him. He’d never love you as fiercely, as unconditionally, as you loved him. You would always come second to his job. A last priority at best.
If Jake asked you tomorrow to give everything up for him. If it was him or the job? You wouldn’t need time to think, to breathe. You’d give everything up. Just to be with him. As you stood completely bewildered before Jake, tears streaming down your face before your entire demeanor changed. Choosing to shut down, protect your heart or whatever torn up remnants were left. Stalking to stand behind your desk, leaning down on the oak with your hands splayed. Elbows locked.
“Yeah, and how’s that working out for you Lieutenant?” Challenging Jake's stance on the matter knowing this was the epitome of your marriage breakdown.
“Pretty fucking sensational if you ask me—“ Speechless. You had nothing left to give. You could hear a pin drop in your office. It had become that quiet, it was that heavy. “God Y/n what kind of a stupid question is that?”
“Well, I’m glad you’re okay with being lonely at the top, because I’ve already lost who I love, no need for sacrifices when he’s already someone completely unrecognisable—“
“Y/n—“ Now that, that struck a nerve.
“That will be all Lieutenant—“ You didn’t want to fight anymore. The Jake Seresin standing before you was not the Jake Seresin you fell in love with, he wasn’t the man you married, who promised to love you no matter what. Jake's addiction to being the best had become terminal. There was nothing left to say, nothing left to do. All you could do was simply wait for the day you were notified of his untimely death. Alone.
“Don’t Lieutenant me!” It came out more aggressive then he meant it. “God you can’t just pull the rank card now every time you want to avoid the topic!” He had a fair point, but at this moment in time you were past the point of reason.
“I said! that will be all Lieutenant Seresin!” It was the tears in your eyes that hurt him the most, the way your bottom lip quivered, the way it looked as if you were one strong gust of wind away from shattering into a million pieces. “Get the hell out of my goddamn office before I report you to the Admirals for gross misconduct.”
“You wouldn’t—“ Stepping closer with a hushed voice, Jake challenged you. Trying to close the gap between you as he stalked slowly towards your desk. “You wouldn’t sweetheart.” Ah, the sweetheart. Not a good time. “I know you wouldn’t—“
“You don’t know how far I’d go—“ Keeping your gaze locked on Jake you clenched your jaw tight. “loving you has become a losing game Jake, and I’m not going down without a fight, if you’re grounded at least I know you’d be safe.” Speaking through gritted teeth you let Jake come close to you, his hands on your hips as he looked you up and down. “You’re inability to play well with others is killing me, I can’t breathe, I can’t think, I can’t sleep—“
“Okay okay, listen.” Interrupting before you unraveled any further, Jake kissed your forehead, pulling you into his chest. “I know I let you down, more times than I’d like to admit—but I’ll work on it, for you.” He wasn’t lying. “I lost you once before, I’m just really fucking determined to just make things right—all I’ve ever known is how to love you Y/n and I really want you to know, you truly did take whatever good I had left in me, with you when you left.” Pulling away to look you in the eyes, you saw tears welling in Jakes. “I’m just trying to navigate my way back to you and I’m sorry, I’ll do better—because if it’s between losing you permanently and tolerating others I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” Pausing for a moment to clear his chest, Jake softened his voice a little more. “Just please don’t give up on me—“
There was still a lot you needed to find time to talk about. How Jake had tried to fill the void you left a time or twelve. Including but not limited to the moment he hit on Chaos at the Hard Deck not forty minutes after you had left his sight. You needed to do a deep dive into how you’d been suffering from crippling anxiety and post traumatic stress. To the point where most nights felt like there was an elephant sitting on your chest. But all that would have to wait. As you nodded softly, biting your bottom lip softly, divorce papers sat in your desk drawer.
“She got you pretty good, huh?” Ignoring the question, you reached out to tilt Jake's head softly, getting a good look at his jaw. “Must have had some swing behind it.” Assessing the damage, there seemed to be nothing but a busted ego. “
“Oh yeah, she’s got a solid hook.” Smirking as his fingertips played with the belt that held your slacks around your waist, Jake kept you close to him as he sat on your desk, pulling you between his legs. Your hands on his shoulders. “
“I can’t say you didn’t deserve it.” Taunting him, you leaned in to kiss Jake's lips softly. “You’ll need to apologise.” Nodding, Jake agreed. Already trying to do what he could to make things right in order to save his marriage.
“Yes ma’am.”
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After Hours (SWITCH!Ryan Howard x SWITCH!Reader SMUT)
warnings: smut, angry sex/make up, reader swears like a sailor, daddy kink, slight degraition, teasing, not proof read
p.s sorry for the kelly hate, i love kelly but it helped move along the story
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The end of the day finally came after a long day of work and most people were heading out. You walk up to Pam's desk as she started getting her stuff together. "I cant believe Toby is making me work late." You let out a groan, "Escpically since Ryan's staying after too. He's been getting on my fucking nerves. Just because were not offical doesn't mean he can flirt with Kelly in front of my fucking face."
Pam offers you a symptheic smile, "Just don't talk to him and he'll come to his senses to apolizge. Im sorry I would love to stay and talk but Jim and I have dinner reservations tonight."
"Thanks Pam, have fun." You give a small smile and walk back to your desk.
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You bang your head into your desk. "I can't fucking focus this shit is so boring." You say to no one in particular.
"Well no shit it's boring, its work." Ryan smart mouths as he head over to the printer. You give him a death stare.
"I don't remeber asking for your input."
"What is your deal with me today?" He snaps back, you could feel his glare burning into your back.
"I don't know, why don't you tell me what's your fucking deal with Kelly. I get that shes pretty but she never shuts up and is more annoying than Dwight. I don't get what you fucking see in her." You growl.
He goes silent for a moment.
"Where not dating y/n. I can do what I want." You hear his footsteps coming towards you.
"Fine if that's how you want it that I guess I can stop coming over to your place." You turn around in your chair so your facing him. You stand up and look up at him. You could pracitically see the steam coming from his ears.
"Whatever. Kelly is a lot better in the bedroom."
Oh no he didn't.
That was your final fucking straw. As much as you hated his guts right now, he always turns you the fuck on.
You smash your lips against his. He immetiadly kissed you back. The kiss filled with fire and heat. He quickly broke away though, "Jump." He quickly said. You did as told and he grabbed your thighs and placed you on your desk. He pressed his lips aganist yours again. He bit your lower lip so hard that you let out a gasp. He took this oppurtuinty to sneak his tounge into your mouth, checking out the framillar area. Your hands moved to his chest and quickly unbuttoned his shirt. Your ran your hands along his abs, outlining them.
This wasn't enough. You needed more of him. All of him. You let out a whine agaisnt his lips. "Your so needy." He teases.
"Can you just shut up and fuck me." You complain.
"Be patient." He orders. He pulls your skirt down. "No underwear? You're such a bad girl." He takes your legs and places them on his shoulders. He dove his head into your legs. Butterflies filled your stomacehe as you felt his could wet tounge on you. "
Oh Ryan." You throw you head back in pleasure. You accidently thrust your hips.
"I said patience pumpkin."
You couldn't take it any fucking longer. You pushed his head away from you making him look up at you in confusion. You push him into your chair, making him sit down.
You unbuckle his pants in a haste and pull down his pants along with his boxers. His dick springs up when released, you can already see the pre-cum. You licked it off and slowly take it in your mouth. Ryan seems to lose his patience as well. He shoves your head making you take it all in. You start to gag and start bobbing your head. Ryan lets out groans of pleasure. You gently grind your teeth againist it. You slow down and swirl your tounge at the tip.
You get up and sit on his dick. Slowly moving back and forth. Ryan unbuttons your blouse and throws it on the floor. He starts fondling your breast and gently pinching your nipples. You increase your speed and move faster. Ryan moves one of his hands down to your waist to help guide you and keep you from falling off. His eyes stayed glued to your breasts and they moved with the rest of your body. "Fuck..Daddy." You moan
"Your so hot baby." He takes the hand that was on your breast and moves your hair back. "Please don't stop."
You feel your high coming and grab onto his shoulders for support as you go as fast as your can. "Fuck..Fuck!" You scream as you both reach it and you feel his warm fulids fill inside you. It was your favorite feeling in the world. You come to a full stop and rest your head on is shoulder. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer.
"Don't think this will make me stop seeing Kelly." He whispers into your ear."
"Fuck you man whore."
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Reading Glasses (1/1) (jegulus)
“This child speaks 3 languages, and can do a lot of other things you wouldn’t even be able to dream about, and you are trying to tell me that he can’t read?” Regulus was angry. Harry had a hard enough time at this school with the teachers. Regulus understands that he shouldn’t be left out when they do crafts for mother’s day, but really the teacher couldn’t just get him to make a card for his grandmama? He was seething, and all the small things that made Harry’s life harder were just fuelling his fire at the moment. James put a steadying hand on Regulus’ shoulder.
The teacher, a young man, whom Harry seemed to like quite a bit honestly, attempted to speak in a calming tone (which only infuriated Regulus more); “Listen Mr. Black, I don’t doubt that Harry is a talented boy, he does have quite the active imagination, but he cannot read anything off the board when he is called upon, it takes him a lot longer to complete his class work compared to the other children, and when we did a reading test this afternoon he barely got through two pages.”
“So what does this mean?” James tried, always solutions-focused, and wanting to try to divert the shouting from Regulus that James could feel bubbling under his skin. Regulus took a deep breath, crossed his arms, and looked around the classroom. He spotted his son, playing with some stuffed animals making them fly through the air. He could hear him softly singing in welsh, a song Remus had taught him many moons ago.
“Well it could mean that-,” the teacher said running a shaky head through his hair, and then placing his hands on his hips. Regulus turned his head back, arching an eyebrow and surveying the teacher while he continued. “He may need a private tutor, and if he cannot get caught up we would recommend he repeat the year,” which had steam flying out of Regulus’ ears and even James looking unimpressed.
“Right,” James said after a long breath. He squeezed Regulus’ shoulder, who only shook his head in confusion, “but he has no issues like this at home? We read together every night,” Regulus pointed out. "And why is it nearly the end of the year that you are pointing this out?" James didn't think Regulus' eyebrows could arch any higher. The teacher looked confused and James knew this conversation wasn't going to get any better.
“Harry,” James called across the room. Harry hadn’t really noticed them until this point, having been pretty preoccupied playing, but when he heard his name he turned his head and searched about the classroom. He got up and ran toward them, but stumbled into the desks and nearly tripped over a pile of blocks before falling into Regulus’ legs. “Papa! Dad!” He called, a beaming smile on his face.
“Salut mon amour,” Regulus said wrapping one arm around him and placing his free hand on his hair. He held him gently, as they continued to speak. “You know actually, he does stumble around like you do James… I hadn’t noticed.”
“I don’t stumbl-“ he cut himself off, “oh wait, you mean like when I don’t-“
“Have your glasses on? Yes.” Regulus said, and then turned pointedly to the teacher. “When you ask him to read are any of the texts close to him?” Regulus tone was always a bit sharp.
“Uhh… I guess not actually, no.” The teacher mumbled.
“So really my son could just need glasses?” Regulus offered. James laughed a bit. Regulus did not give the teacher any opportunity to say anything else, “Yes, well I’ll take him to the eye doctor first before we talk about repeating the year. Thank you for calling us in,” Regulus said.
James crouched down, eye level with Harry: “Ready son?”
“Are uncle moony and pads still coming for dinner? They said Thursday and it’s Thursday,” Harry asked. All the words a bit slurred and rushed in that sweet 4 year old way. “Oui, mon beau,” Regulus said, as James picked Harry up to put him on his shoulders. The family turned and started to leave.
“À demain Mr. Martin.” Harry called out, leaving the teacher a bit shocked at his own forgetfulness about the possibility of glasses.
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Bed Buddies (Levi Ackerman x reader)
Pairing: Levi Ackerman x gn! reader
Word Count: 3.5k
Warnings: A healthy amount of cursing, mentions of PTSD, injuries, and insecurities. Mentions of canon typical violence.
Genre: Fluff, slight hurt comfort.
A/N: This is my first time writing for Levi and I’m not sure whether I did a good job or not, but hopefully he isn’t too ooc here. Also idk if you guys can tell but I ran out of steam near the end but this has been in my wips for far too long.
Summary: Nightmares lead to you looking for comfort in Levi. Little did you know, he’s. not as unwilling as you first thought he would be.
One of the biggest perks of being a senior member of the Levi Squad was having a bedroom all to yourself. Whilst all the members that formerly made up the 104th cadets shared rooms depending on gender, what with the kids having only recently joined Captain Levi’s team, you got to cozy up in your very own bed with no disturbances, a luxury in the Survey Corps.
It was great.
Or at least it was at first. The first few nights you’d been thrilled to sleep in a room completely by yourself. In theory, it was great. You got to stretch your limbs as far as you wanted and you didn’t have to fall asleep to the annoying snores of your comrades.
However, you quickly learned that having a room all to yourself was very… lonely.
Up until this point, you’d never had an opportunity to not share a room. You’d gone from sharing a room with your siblings back home to sharing the barracks with other cadets at the Training Corps to sharing a room with other members of the Levi Squad after being recruited by Levi a couple of years ago, the older man seeing potential in you whilst on an expedition. You’d found it annoying at first, never having a place to yourself. Now that you did though, you couldn’t help but long for someone else’s company at night.
Especially on nights like these.
You’d woken up in a cold sweat, your skin prickling as if thousands of tiny swords were stabbing at your flesh. The memory of the Female Titan killing every single one of your comrades was still fresh in your mind and you couldn’t help but shudder. The room was suddenly far too quiet. The only thing you could hear was the sound of your panting breaths coupled with the sound of your thundering heartbeat ringing in your ears.
Desperately in need of some fresh air and a change of scenery, you made your way out of your room and towards the kitchen, quietly so as to not wake Levi and the kids. Surely a glass of water would help free you from your stupor.
Once in the kitchen, you grabbed a cup and unlidded the ceramic basin that contained all the fresh drinking water that had been collected today. Gingerly, you laded a few spoonfuls of water into your cup. Before you could place the lid back on the basin, however, you were startled half to death by someone breaking the silence.
“If you want something to calm you down I recommend tea over water.”
You seized your cup harshly, jerking it a bit in your fright and spilling some, incredibly cold, water on yourself.
“By the walls, Captain! What are you doing sitting in the darkness all by yourself? You nearly gave me a heart attack,” you shrilled out, voice high and cracking slightly in embarrassment at getting scared so easily. The last thing you wanted was Levi thinking you were a coward, or worse, weak.
Instead of bothering to reply, he merely gave you a once over, no doubt finding your eyes red, your cheeks tear-streaked, and you're no doubt sweaty forehead with baby hairs stuck on it. He raised a brow as if evaluating your person to make sure you weren’t physically hurt before serving you a cup of tea and pushing it towards you, a silent invitation for you to sit down on the kitchen table across from where he sat.
You didn’t need more encouragement than that. You quickly sat down and took a sip of the tea, sighing peacefully as the warm liquid heated you up nicely.
Levi didn’t ask any questions and you were grateful for that. He was never much of a talker in the first place, or at least not in the stereotypical sense. He often preferred to let you chatter on about whatever crossed your mind most times. You suspected that the reason he stayed so quiet was that deep down he was just an awkward dude who never knew what to say, though whenever you shared your theories with others you were always laughed off. The sharped-tongued captain being at a loss for words? Unlikely.
Instead of chatting about trivial subjects as you usually did, you simply stayed quiet, gazing into your image reflected on the surface of your drink. Levi seemed to be very uneasy with this silent version of you. He was waiting for you to start the conversation you know he couldn’t start, albeit impatiently if the way he looked up every time you let even the slightest of noises escape was any sign.
After taking another sip of the expertly brewed tea, you decided to take pity on him and break the silence.
“I- uh- I had a bad dream,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant, but your voice wavered halfway through the sentence. “About the 57th expedition and, y’know, the female titan and stuff.”
Levi made a sound of understanding and nodded, simply serving you more tea.
“Sounds shitty,” he said rather gruffly.
To any other person, Levi’s words would’ve felt inconsiderate. You knew him well enough to know that he was trying his best to comfort you. The fact made your chest feel alight with gleeful embers and your stomach swarm with butterflies, a sensation you knew the meaning of all too well but refused to acknowledge.
Your relationship with the captain was… odd to say the least. Though you’d been the last to join the original Levi Squad, everyone seemed to agree that you understood Levi Ackerman the best, even with knowing little to nothing about his life before or out of the Corps (though you had heard some things about him being from the Underground through the grapevine). According to Hange, you were something of a ‘Levi Whisperer’, though you were sure they were only exaggerating. The two of you often spoke during the late hours of the night. Levi frequently had trouble sleeping and you, well, you just wanted to get an opportunity to chat to humanity’s strongest (and, in your opinion, most handsome) soldier. From there, the two of you cultivated something of an odd relationship. Not quite friends but more than just superior and subordinate. Close enough for the two of you to know each other’s habits and preferences but not quite enough for you to feel comfortable addressing Levi by his name instead of ‘Captain’.
After the 57th expedition, however, things had shifted. It was almost imperceivable to someone unfamiliar with the intricacies of your and Levi’s relationship, but as obvious as an abnormal Titan running in an open field to you. He was somewhat more protective of you. He was often keeping you close to him and keeping alert for anything that might be a threat to your person. In fact, he’d even taken to checking that the leather straps of your ODM gear as of late, giving you no explanation whatsoever.
You’d chalked it all up to Levi thinking you were weak after how battered and bruised the Female Titan had left you. You hated that. You wanted to be Levi’s equal, a trusted companion, his lo- his friend.
You supposed that to some degree you understood why Levi was acting this way. after all, finding all your trusted soldiers brutally murdered by a Titan and the one survivor beaten within an inch of their life must’ve made him feel as if he failed as a captain. However, you didn’t want Levi to see you as yet another responsibility, you wanted to take care of him in the same way he took care of you.
You were snapped out of reverie by the sound of the wooden chair legs screeching against the hardwood floor, signaling that Levi was ready to depart.
“You should try to get some sleep, kid,” Levi said. It was phrased as a suggestion but his authoritative tone was anything but.
Your stomach churned uncomfortably at the thought of having to spend the next five hours or so trying to sleep in that lifeless, quiet room. Before you could even think about your actions and the dire repercussions they could have, you grabbed his wrist as he passed by you to get to his bedroom.
“Can I sleep with you?” You rushed out, looking into his cool grey eyes pleadingly.
Levi’s eyebrows raised, his eyes widened, his shoulders tensed, and despite the only source of light being the moonbeams shining through the kitchen window, you would’ve sworn a light blush was starting to form across his defined cheekbones.
After a beat of silence, you realized that you phrased the question poorly.
Did he think you wanted to sleep with him?!
You flushed as you realized the thought did not sound unpleasant in the slightest.
“I- No! Not in that way. I meant to ask if I could sleep in your room. I don’t mind sleeping on the floor or anything so you don’t have to worry about it being inappropriate. It’s just that I’m not used to sleeping in a room all by myself, y’know?” You floundered, trying to amend the situation as much as you possibly could.
Levi blinked slowly as if processing your request.
You let go of the man’s wrist as if he had burned you and got up from your chair so fast you nearly tripped in the process.
“Actually, just forget this ever happened. It was incredibly inappropriate for me to ask that of you. I understand if you need to punish me, I’ll even clean the-” You rushed out, wincing in advance at the scolding you were no doubt about to receive.
“Fine.” was all Levi said before turning his heel and heading toward his room.
You stood there, completely gobsmacked and unsure of what to do next. Did he just say yes to you sleeping in his room? Or was he saying fine to forgetting this ever happened?
You were forcibly ripped away from your spiraling thoughts by Levi stopping and looking back at you.
“Oi, brat. Are you coming or what?”
“I- yes of course Captain Levi, sir, right away.”
You followed Levi to his room, stalling at the door frame to watch him climb into bed and make himself comfortable. It felt almost illegal to watch this as if you were infringing on something private. At the same time, however, the thought that he trusted you enough to let his guard down like this caused your heart to flutter.
“Don’t bother sleeping on the floor. Your back will be sore and you’ll be shit at training. The bed’s big enough for the both of us,” he said.
As weird as it was to think this about a man who’s killed dozens, if not hundreds, of titans (and perhaps, you thought a bit uneasily, people too) as cute, you couldn’t help but think Levi looked incredibly cute snuggled up under his gray quilt.
“Tch, if you’re gonna stand there all night instead of sleeping you might as well go back to your room,” he argued, though if you didn’t know any better you’d swear he looked embarrassed by your staring.
“Fine, fine, you old man. I’m coming,” you teased, ignoring his scoff of indignation.
And just like that, sleeping in Levi’s bedroom became a regular occurrence.
During the daytime, you would spend your time training with the rest of the Levi Squad (and cleaning the already spotless cabin, of course). Once nighttime hit, you would wait until everyone was asleep until slinking over to the Captain’s room, pillow in arms. He’d roll his eyes at you, acting annoyed, but that didn’t stop him from scooching over on the bed and patting the spot beside him, an invitation of sorts.
To say you got the best sleep of your life in Levi’s room would be an understatement. Maybe it was how soft his sheets are, or maybe it's the fact that Levi always ends up searching for your warmth in his slumber, but you were sure you never wanted to sleep anywhere else. Every morning you managed to wake up before him to find his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you to his chest, felt like absolute heaven.
However, that also meant that it was getting harder and harder to dismiss your feelings. You could deny it no longer; you were in love with Levi.
Did he love you too? Yes, he did cuddle you in his sleep but he was in his sleep. Did it count if it wasn’t a conscious choice? You weren’t sure. The one thing you did know, however, was that if you confessed your feelings for him, only to have them be unreciprocated, it could mean the end of your time as a member of the Levi Squad. That, you decided, was something you were simply unwilling to jeopardize. Not only would you not be able to see Levi again, but you wouldn’t get to spend as much time with the 104th soldiers you had quickly come to view as younger siblings.
You would simply have to be content with sleeping in Levi’s bed every night and have it remain completely platonic.
You were doing a relatively good job of playing it cool until one day you overheard a conversation between Levi and Hange.
“C’mon Levi,” the eccentric section commander argued, “Don’t you think it’ll be fun? Just think about it! A camping trip would be a blast. And it would be great for team building!”
“I highly doubt the brats will do anything but cause chaos and make a mess,” he said plainly while sipping at his tea.
“Don’t be like that,” they teased, “Just think about it, we could even share a tent and talk about titans all night.”
“Four-eyes, if you go anywhere near my bed I will destroy you,” he retorted, setting his teacup down.
“Sheesh, I forgot you’re weird about people being near you when you’re asleep.”
Hange’s last words kept replaying in your head all while cooking dinner for the rest of the squad. They didn’t stop even after you were laid in your bed, staring at the white ceiling.
Levi hated sharing a bed with anyone? Then why had he been letting you sleep in his bed with him for months now? Did he just feel bad for you? Had you been annoying him this whole time?
You supposed it made sense. If what you’d heard about his life before the survey corps was true, he probably spent most of his life in a place where showing vulnerability could mean death. And when are you most vulnerable if not when you’re asleep? You shivered at the thought.
Thinking back, you remembered that the first night you spent in his room, he’d been quite tense, jolting awake at even your slightest movements. He’d looked more tired than usual the day after too. It was all suddenly starting to make sense and you were feeling guiltier and guiltier.
You resolved to stay in your bed even after everyone else in the cabin had gone to sleep. The last thing you wanted to do was bother the poor Captain and take advantage of his kindness towards you. Besides, maybe this is the push you to get over your feelings for the man? Goodness knows that was a particularly hard task with Levi sleeping right next to you, looking devilishly handsome and clinging to you oh so sweetly.
And so, with a sorrowful heart, you attempted to get some sleep.
Except actually falling asleep proved to be quite hard. It was way too quiet without the steady, comforting sound of Levi’s breathing. If having a room all to yourself was hard before, it was damn near impossible now that he wasn’t within arms reach of you.
Feeling frustrated and damn near pitiful at your newly acquired separation anxiety you decided to get up and make yourself some tea. You’d purchased some chamomile leaf bags on your last trip to town and a hot cup was just what you needed to calm yourself down a bit.
With a restless feeling in your gut, you tossed your thin white blanket to the side and got out of bed, sliding on the slippers you kept by your bed and opening the heavy wooden door.
To say you weren’t expecting what waited for you outside of the door was quite an understatement.
Before your very eyes stood Humanity’s strongest soldier, clad in his scout’s uniform (sans ODM gear and jacket, of course) with a pillow clutched in one hand and the other lifted up to the air about to knock on the door that you had just opened.
You blinked twice, staring at your captain in shock.
“Are you going to let me in or what?” Levi asked gruffly.
“Oh, uh- yes! Right away, sir,” you said, fumbling over your own two feet as you backtracked into your bedroom, Levi in toe. With a nervous laugh, you sat on the foot of your bed, looking at Levi.
Now, from what you had thus far experienced, Levi Ackerman was not one to hesitate. He glides through the air with confidence and grace, slaying titans left and right without an ounce of fear. He tells it like it is with a sharp bluntness that can cut through almost anything and anyone. But looking at him now, as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, Levi looked almost… uncertain.
Knowing that he was struggling to start, you decided to give him a hand. “What did you need, Captain?”
“I thought we had an agreement,” Levi spoke after a beat of silence.
“An agreement?” you repeated.
“Yes, an agreement. You come over and we talk and spend time together or- or whatever and that way both of us are happy.” Levi stated. If you didn’t know him any better, you would’ve thought he was annoyed. However, to you, he just looked insecure.
“So…” you prompted, still unsure of what was going on.
“So why aren’t you coming over?” he asked. “And don’t start with that ‘nothing’ bullshit of yours ‘cause we both know you’re the shittiest liar.”
You blinked. Once and then twice. If it had been any other person, you would’ve tried to lie your way out of it regardless of being called out. However, this was Levi. He would sooner rather make you run ten laps and put you on horse cleaning duty for weeks on end than put up with it.
With a sigh, you spoke the words you had been dying and dreading to tell him.
“I’m in love with you,” you admitted, wincing and looking down to avoid seeing his reaction.
Silence.
Upon hearing nothing, no admonishments of scoffs, you looked up to examine his expression. Despite the rosiness of his cheeks, you were surprised to see that his face was astonishingly deadpan, as if you had just told him that the sky was blue or that the grass is green.
“You’re not surprised?” you gawked.
“Sorry that I’ve got enough tact to notice you mooning over me, brat,” Levi said with what you could’ve sworn was the start of a smirk adorning his handsome features.
“Wait I’m confused,” you mumbled, almost dazed, “If you knew why didn’t you say anything? Surely it can’t be appropriate of me to be in love with my Captain.”
“It’s not exactly appropriate for us to sleep in the same bed either, but neither of us gave a fuck,” your captain scoffed, “So why are you distancing yourself now?”
All of a sudden, it hit you. You were such an idiot. Levi knew you loved him. He didn’t do anything to stop it. Levi knew you loved him and he still let you sleep with him, He didn’t do anything to stop it. You stopped going to his room. Levi is currently doing something to stop that. That can only mean that-
“You’re in love with me too.” You whispered out as if you were revealing some great, long-lost knowledge out into the world.
You stared at him in shock. Suddenly it all made sense. All those late nights spent over tea and paperwork weren’t nothing. Those nights spent in each other’s arms in search of reassurance that the both of you were still alive and healthy weren’t one-sided. He’d felt the same about you all along. However, Levi hadn’t been as blind as you had. He’d known all along, as if it was the most obvious thing as if it were a solid, concrete fact. There was no need to say anything because, at least to his knowledge, you both knew. And really, what’s the point of stating the obvious?
“I overheard you and Section Commander Hange talking,” you admitted, “and I heard them say that you don’t like to be touched in your sleep. I feel bad because I’ve been infringing on your boundaries this entire time.”
“You’re not ‘infringing on my boundaries’, (Y/N)” Levi stated. “At first it was kind of hard to get used to having someone so close to me, but I got used to it. I like having you close to me.”
Every single nerve on your body felt like it was lit up. You loved Levi. Levi loved you. You wanted to be close to Levi and he did too.
“So, are you going to stay there or are we going back to my room?”
Tags: @paintingsofdragonspine (look at me not procrastinating today!!!!!!)
#levi x reader#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman#aot x reader#this takes place sometime between season one and two btw#levi x gn!reader
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