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Brother's best friend
Gojo Satoru x f!reader
Your brother's best friend has never been anything other than mean to you, so why has he turned up to your bedroom window with no invitation?
content - 18+, oral (f receiving), fingering, possessive gojo, dubcon, overstimulation, mean gojo, slight yandere but not really, college au, finger sucking, cum tasting, petnames (angel, sweetheart, kitten, princess, baby), male masturbation
words - 5.0k
brother's best friend!gojo who is always in your house during school holidays. practically living with you for weeks at a time, somehow not missed by his own family and always annoyingly welcomed by your parents—who offer to let him stay whenever he wants.
brother's best friend!gojo who teases you mercilessly. always managing to think of new ways to insult you— your clothes, your hair, the movies you watch, and even the way you chew—but somehow never getting caught by your parents, who always see him as this golden boy your brother so happily brought into your lives.
brother's best friend!gojo who enjoys making fun of your taste in guys most of all. the first time you brought a guy home Satoru acted like it was Christmas come early. he never left your date alone, practically stuck to his side the entire dinner, asking question after question—faking friendly curiosity in front of your parents, but revelling in your dates obvious uncomfortableness at the probing and personal questions asked as soon as they left the room.
brother's best friend!gojo who ensures you never bring the same date home more than once when he's around. knowing that when you walk your date out the door they'll say something in an awkward tone about how protective your brothers are, leaving you to explain, actually I only have the one brother, the white haired one isn't related to me, a weird feeling of shame and guilt hanging over your head when your date never calls you back.
brother's best friend!gojo who comes over while you're home alone, planning to fake ignorance and assure you that he really had no idea your brother wasn't home, but that he's happy to wait for him to come back—not wanting a pretty thing like you to be all alone. but who instead catches you fucking your ex-boyfriend—the one who you said to your brother was the biggest piece of shit you'd ever met. the one who you'd sworn you'd rather bite your own tongue off than ever see again.
brother's best friend!gojo who can't help but listen to the sounds of your moans—which he is confident are fake—through the door. pressing his ear against it's smooth surface and screwing his eyes shut. he can't help but picture your face contorted in pleasure, wishing he was the one fucking you. knowing that you would never need to fake it with him.
brother's best friend!gojo who doesn't come around for almost a full three days after this. you remark to your brother about how the two of them must be in a lovers quarrel, but you can't help the unease that creeps up on you as the third day comes and goes with no visit—you don't care about him, not like that, but the lack of his annoying presence feels like it's left a hole in your house.
brother's best friend!gojo who texts you out of the blue—his number saved into your phone under a very unsavoury name—asking if you could let him in. confusion clouding your mind as you head towards your bedroom door. the loud tap you hear against your window causing you to turn quickly on your heels and you don't know how you hadn't seen the shadowy figure loitering outside your window before now.
brother's best friend!gojo who doesn't look like himself. his usual well crafted fake-but-doesn't-look-it bed hair is now unmade and unruly. the cocky half smile/ half smirk always plastered on his face has been replaced by deep bags under his eyes, a harrowed look on his face, and darting eyes.
"Gojo…" your voice is unsteady.
You were expecting the usual back and forth—the teasing, the mocking. You were confused by his appearance at your window, sure, but you've never seen him like this—so jumpy and insecure… it's unsettling you.
"Don't fuck him again" Satoru's voice is low, so low that you almost don't hear him.
"Wha—"
"I don't want you anywhere near him again." Satoru keeps his eyes down, refusing to meet your gaze. His hands are deep in his pockets, and you can see his feet shifting. It's making you nervous.
"Him… And you?… It's not right. You shouldn't have—I won't let you again—"
He clears his throat, and the sudden loud noise startles you, making you take a shaky breath. Your ears had become too used to straining to hear the words Gojo was saying—his change in volume almost left your ears ringing, even if it was only a cough. You cup your hands together to try and subdue their shaking, and your jumpiness doesn't go unnoticed by the man in front of you.
You try to speak again, willing your words to come out stronger than you feel. "What are you talking about?"
"He doesn't deserve you. He's not right for you. You have to understand what I mean." Gojo's voice starts to rise as he reaches the end of his sentence.
He takes a step towards you, refusing to put up with the distance you are so clearly trying to put between the two of you. He reaches his hands out towards you, gripping your upper arms in a way that is almost painful.
"The people you've dated, the ones who fucked you and never called you again, they don't deserve you. No one is good enough for you."
You grimace. The reminder of your failed attempts at love and the fuck ups you've let screw you is nothing new from Gojo, but something in his voice makes your heart race. The look on his face causes goosebumps to cover your skin. You can feel his fingernails digging into your flesh, the pain acting as a reminder that he shouldn't be here—your brother's best friend, the one who teases you and mocks you mercilessly, the one who doesn't care about you beyond being a punchline for his jokes—he needs to leave.
"Gojo, you have to go—"
"Don't call me that. I don't want to hear that name fall from your lips again—you call me Satoru from now on."
Your eyebrows knit together, and you wipe your palms against your t-shirt the best you can—a pointless effort to try and calm yourself down. You have no idea what has gotten into Gojo—Satoru—you inwardly correct yourself despite your confusion.
"What are you doing here?" You finally ask, your voice quivering as you do so, unable to stop your nerves from showing.
Satoru smiles, but it's still not his usual smile, his mouth contorts in a way that makes you want to shrink away from him—his tight grip on your arms making this impossible. It's unsettling, everything about him has seemed unsettling to you this evening. You want to run. Your regret at letting him in through your window threatens to swallow you whole, and yet… you can't look away from him. He still commands your attention, your focus, like he always does when he's in your house. Except this time it's different, you don’t feel safe with him, not exactly, but you know he’s not going to use his words to harm you—he's not going to call you names or make you feel insecure or mock your clothes. He’s mesmerising—you realise with a start—you’ve never been this close to him before, never allowing yourself to look at him with anything other than disdain. With his cocky attitude and his sneer wiped off his face, he's actually quite pretty. His eyes glow with an iridescent blue shine—you realise you'd only ever seen them through your own narrow glare, your harshness towards Satoru clouding your vision, never letting you see the true brightness of his eyes, only ever seeing what you wanted to see. The angles of his face make him even more alluring, the way in which every bone and sharp edge fits him perfectly—as if someone had spent time crafting him to be God’s most beautiful creature.
Satoru watches you as your eyes glaze over, as if you were deep in thought about something—someone, he hopes. He notices when you absentmindedly run your tongue across your lower lip. He notices when your breathing changes pace, and when your hands fall limp at your side, the shaking finally subsiding. He watches all of these things happen, but what gets his attention the most is when your mouth falls open.
He doesn't know how he's managed to stay away from you for this long. All those years he's spent teasing you and making you feel small, being friends with your brother, being welcomed into your family as if it was his own—he never imagined he’d be here, finally giving in to what he truly desires.
He remembers the first day he met you, your brother had given him warning that you’d be home, “just ignore my little sister, she's barely a year younger than us but she can be a real pain in my ass sometimes”. Satoru had thought nothing of it at the time, chuckling lightly as he stepped through your front door. He was ready to chill out and watch the game—on the couch your brother had been raving about for almost 3 weeks—a cold beer in his hand and his feet resting on the coffee table. But he had stopped almost dead in his tracks at the very first glance he got of you—your hair swishing behind you as you hurried about in the kitchen.
You hadn’t heard the two of them enter the kitchen, too busy clearing up the final few freshly cleaned dishes you had washed. The small gasp you had let out had made it obvious you scared easily, and you turned quickly on your heels when your brother had cleared his throat. You had smiled ever so politely at Satoru when your brother had introduced him to you, in the way that people do when they meet someone for the first time, but Satoru could tell you were wary of him, even if he wasn't sure exactly where your hesitation came from.
He had watched you and your brother converse, teasing conversation bouncing between the two of you—it was friendly, despite the slight contempt in your brother’s tone earlier. Satoru had leant against the doorframe while he watched you, he had found himself fascinated with how you moved. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, every movement you took, every step and stretch and smile had him entranced.
It wasn't until you were on your way out of the kitchen that you finally spoke to him for the first time. He watched as you walked towards him, you had a plate of food in one hand, and your other hand had come to rest on your hip. Your eyes had narrowed as you looked at him, clearly bothered by his choice to lounge in the doorway.
“Hello…? Are you going to stand there all day? Or can I actually move around in my own house?”
Your brother had scolded you as you pushed past Satoru and headed towards the stairs. And you had stuck up your middle finger in return. Your brother had apologised for your behaviour, but his apologies had fallen on deaf ears, Satoru didn't care that you were rude, he didn't care that all you showed towards him in that moment was dislike, and he didn't care that he hadn't had a chance to properly talk to you. He knew one day he would have you—he needed to have you. Your obvious disdain for him would make the day you finally submitted all the more sweeter—he didn't care how long it took.
“What are you doing here?” You ask again, your voice stronger than it was before.
Satoru turns his head, looking down at you as if the fact that you were still here was a surprise to him. You felt his fingers flex slightly, sending a shiver down your spine… He still had his hold on you, you began to wonder if he would ever let you go.
“I’m here to make you mine.”
He said it so plainly that it took you a second to register what he was saying.
He wanted to make you his…? But why? He’d never shown any interest in you before. He’d never once left any evidence in your interactions that would’ve caused you to believe that he liked you, let alone that he wanted to make you his… whatever that meant...
“I don’t believe you…” You whisper, your voice so quiet that Satoru only caught your words because he was waiting for them.
“You don’t believe me?” Satoru’s tone is teasing, and he has a smirk on his face, but something about his words makes your breath hitch.
“No… You—you’ve never—you don’t—you aren't serious.” You take a breath. “You don’t like me, you barely tolerate me. Whatever the real reason you decided to climb into my bedroom tonight, it's not that…It can't be.”
“Why can’t that be the real reason, huh princess? You don’t think you’re good enough for me? Is that it?” Satoru doesn't wait for you to answer. “Do you seriously think I would be here right now if I didn't like you? All the things I've done for you…Do you really think it's a coincidence that none of your dates ever called you back after they met me for the first time? Do you think you would be invited to all of those parties on campus if I wasn’t there making sure every idiot jock and blonde bimbo knew who you were? All of the lecturers and T.As I’ve threatened to make sure you get the best grades possible…are you telling me you don't appreciate any of that? That I shouldn't have bothered with any of it…"
Satoru turns to leave, finally releasing you from his tight grasp, but he knows you won't let him get very far. There's no way you aren't dying to ask him what he meant by all of that. You need him to clarify. He's certain of it.
You let out a small squeak, warmth beginning to spread from your face down to your neck. Unable to stop yourself, you take a step forward.
"Wait…"
You practically fall into Satoru's back, failing to notice that he hadn't got very far, too busy rushing forward to notice much of anything. You hear a low chuckle as he turns around, one of his hands coming to cup your face. Shock runs straight through you as he begins to gently rub his thumb across your cheekbone, his other hand now resting on your waist. The sharp difference of his hold on you makes your head spin, no longer is he harsh and rough like before, he's instead holding you as if you are the most fragile thing on earth. As if one fast movement would cause you to break in two.
"I'm right here, angel. I'm not going anywhere."
Satoru is blinded by his glee, he can't believe how well this is going for him. The fact that you were just the one chasing him…
"You needed me that bad, huh?" He means for it to come out teasing, but the need in his voice is evident, even to your surprised ears.
Satoru doesn't waste one more second, he's waited long enough, all those years he's known your brother, all those years he's visited your house… if he doesn't get a taste of you now he knows he won't be able to stop himself from pouncing on you the next time he sees you, even if you're surrounded by your entire family. And that's probably not something they want to see, he thinks.
You can sense something different about Satoru as he looks down at you, as if something just shifted inside of him. His eyes are dark, laced with hunger, and your eyes can't help but follow as he licks his lips. You let out a small gasp when you feel yourself begin to move, Satoru guides you gently, but with haste, back towards your bed. Your knees knock against the edge and Satoru lets you slip from his grasp, watching as you lose your balance and fall backwards onto your mattress.
You scurry to the end of the bed opposite Satoru, trying to put some distance between the two of you, but your efforts are for naught. Satoru crawls toward you, closing the gap with little effort, until he's right in front of you again. He watches as you turn your head from side to side, looking for an escape route, he thinks, but he knows you won’t find one.
His hands reach for your ankles, grasping them tightly as he pulls them backwards, shifting your entire body until you lie flat on the bed. He wastes no time, lying himself on top of you immediately, unable to suppress a groan at feeling your entire body under his.
He attaches his lips to your neck, planting open mouth kisses all along your jaw and down to the base of your throat, you let out a whine at the contact and try and reach your hands toward his shirt, looking for anything to grip on to. Satoru notices your movement and grabs your hands with his own, still focused on kissing your neck, he manages to pin both your wrists down on the bed next to your head.
“Please don’t try to move, kitten.” He pouts, breathing the words against your neck, and you feel a shiver run down your spine.
Satoru reattaches his lips to your neck, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. As if fuelled by your moans, Satoru presses himself against you, trying to relieve himself of the ache that is beginning to form just below his waistband. You whine when you notice what he’s doing, craning your neck you manage to see his hips moving as he rubs himself against your leg. You try to move your arms, riggling them in an attempt to free yourself, but to no avail, Satoru’s grip gets even tighter the more you move.
You let out a shaky breath as Satoru moves his kisses further down your neck, he smiles against your skin when he feels you tense up. But just as he reaches your collarbones he pulls away, wanting to admire his work on your throat.
You are covered in his marks, dark purple splotches paint your neck like you were nothing more than a canvas for Satoru. He gently traces the marks with his fingertips, moving the few fallen strands of hair that block his view. Pride swells in his chest, knowing that anyone who looks at you will be able to guess what you've been up to makes his cock throb. He presses himself hard against your leg, groaning loudly, and he bites his lip when he sees the look in your eye.
You can't explain why, but hearing the noises Satoru makes from only pressing himself against you makes your whole body tingle. The realisation that you want to hear more sends a jolt of embarrassment through you, but your arousal outways any shame you feel. You arch your back slightly, aiming to press yourself closer to Satoru's cock, you can already feel the outline against your leg. He lets out another groan, this time looking you straight in the eye. He smiles when you look away, as if you hadn't fully realised what you were doing, or maybe you were just embarrassed, he thinks.
“Do you like what you feel, princess?”
You nod, watching as Satoru sits up. He gently traces his fingers along the side of your face, before moving further down your body until his head hovers over your thighs. You suddenly feel self conscious about what you're wearing, and Satoru must notice—at the same time it dawns on you—that all you're wearing is an oversized t-shirt. You see him lick his lips, his hands coming to rest on your hips. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, and your legs shake ever so slightly.
He locks eyes with you as his hands move under the hem on your t-shirt, the touch of his hands on your skin makes your heart beat faster. He hooks his fingers under the band of your underwear, pausing, before he begins to pull them off of you. You buck your hips to make it easier for him, and he whispers a small thank you.
He discards your underwear someplace behind him, now too focused on your naked cunt to think much about anything else. He shuffles further back, pulling you with him until you are right at the edge on the bed. Satoru kneels in front of you, his hands resting on your thighs, as he bends his head his breath warms your skin, tickling you. You screw your eyes shut as his tongue comes in contact with your cunt, he smiles against you when he hears you whine at him, a breathy “move, toru” leaving your lips. But he wants to work slowly, he wants to focus on the noises you make, and try to figure out exactly how you like it. He wants it to be perfect.
You watch as Satoru’s hands grip your thighs, his fingers dig into your flesh. You let out a loud moan when he presses a hard kiss to your clit, and your eyes roll back when he uses his tongue, lapping up your juices from between your folds, the unfamiliar sensation makes you squirm.
Your scent overwhelms Satoru’s senses, and he suddenly feels a new wave of want overcome him. His lips wrap around your clit, and he rolls it against his tongue. You purr underneath him, your body responding deliciously to his movements.
The only noise in the room comes from Satoru slurping at your pussy, he works tirelessly, his head buried between your thighs, waiting for you to cry out his name again. He would do anything to hear you moan for him, but he doesn't have enough patience to wait for you to be comfortable enough to do so—if he has to work two, three, four times as hard to hear your pretty voice, he will.
Your eyes snap open when you feel Satoru’s mouth disappear from your clit, already missing the sensation of his mouth on you, your head turns, aiming down towards him when your mouth is met by one of his hands. He forces two of his fingers inside your mouth without warning, slipping them past your lips and pressing them down on your tongue. Your head moves almost instinctively, sucking and rolling your tongue against the digits with a confidence that Satoru reads as practiced ease. The thought of you doing this with someone else makes his chest burn, red hot jealously courses through his veins, making his head dizzy.
His fingers disappear as fast as they appeared, and you whine at the sudden loss between your lips. But Satoru leaves you no time to complain, he forces his spit covered fingers past your folds, and he watches as they get enveloped in your warmth. His eyes roll back, and he bites his lip to stifle a groan.
“Fuck—you're so tight, princess—shit.”
He pumps his fingers into you frantically, his heart racing wildly because of the pace he's set himself. He's ruthless in his speed, and it makes your head spin.
It's not long before your legs begin to shake, your breath hitching as you draw closer and closer to the release you so desperately crave. Your whole body thrums with electricity, the way Satoru is touching you makes your mind cloudy, unable to think about anything more than the pleasure he's giving to you. His fingers fit perfectly inside of you, and you're sure he was made to be there.
Your pussy squelches lewdly, and Satoru smiles, uncharacteristically soft, and not at all fitting for the situation he currently has you in. His eyes dance across your figure, watching your stomach spasm as he brings you closer to your orgasm. He feels you clench around his fingers, your breathing getting increasingly more rapid. Your eyes meet his and the look on Satoru's face makes you squeeze your eyes closed—as if not looking at him will make the oddly lovesick look disappear from his face.
“C’mon, baby—please—need you to cum now… need to feel you cum around my fingers, baby. Please please please.”
Satoru has no idea why he was begging you to cum, all the times he had pictured having you like this, he was always the one in charge. He was always the one to keep his composure, waiting for you to lose yourself within the pleasure he was giving you.
Something about his voice made the knot inside your stomach tighten. The need written on his face, coupled with despair with which he was begging for you to cum was too much for you. Your arms reached out, gripping Satoru's shirt tightly. You breathed his name over and over—torutorutorutoru—as if in prayer, letting your orgasm wash over you. Satoru cursed as you came around his fingers, your tight pussy never stopping him from pumping his fingers into you, helping you ride out your orgasm for as long as he could.
You didn't know the last time you had come that hard—if you ever had, the amount of times you had to fake it for your exes was uncountable. Your chest heaved, your breathing still erratic as you let your eyes flutter closed. Satoru had slowed down his movements, removing his fingers from you with a pop!
He brought his hand up to his face, letting your scent waft over him. He licked his lips, drawing his tongue across his fingertips before letting his mouth drop open. He slipped his fingers inside, groaning as he did so. But the mere remnants of your cum on his fingers was not enough. He needed more.
He dropped back to his knees without a thought, hands gripping your thighs even tighter than before, causing you to open your eyes. You were unsure of what he was doing, but before you could ask, or take a look, his tongue was lapping up the juices from your pussy.
All you can hear are the noises Satoru was making against you, your own moans are quiet in comparison to his. He groans against your cunt, and desperate for some friction he grabs a pillow that had fallen from your bed and stuffs it between his legs. He slurps all the mess you'd made from your previous orgasm, making sure not a single drop was left untasted.
Your hands dart straight to his hair, gripping the strands tightly between your fingers. You try to move his head, desperate to give yourself some reprieve from his unfaltering assault on your already overstimulated pussy. But he is too strong. His head burys itself deeper between your legs, focusing now on your swollen clit. He sucks the bud into his mouth, planting kisses and rolling his tongue across it mercilessly.
The pillow between his legs was not forgotten, and amidst the wet noises coming from your pussy you are able to hear Satoru's own moans. He thrusts himself against the pillow's material, rolling his hips and giving his rock hard cock some long awaited attention.
As he got himself closer to release all he could think about was how desperately he wanted his cock inside you. He wanted to paint you with his cum, mark you as his, make sure you never thought about letting anyone else inside his pussy ever again.
He groans at the thought, and shivers rock your body. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as Satoru continus his brutal assault on your clit, your hands still tightly gripping his hair but you could feel your strength diminishing the closer you got to your second orgasm. Broken sobs and whispered whimpers are all that escape your throat, your mind is scattered, an overstimulated mess. Satoru could not have been more thrilled at your state, only lifting his lips off of you for a second to praise your behaviour.
“You're doing so well for me, sweetheart. Letting me wreck your pussy like this—hhhng fuck—gonna reward you, baby—shit—we’re gonna cum together, okay?”
All you could do was nod weakly and let out a quiet hum to answer Satoru's question. Your whole body was shaking, your legs were completely out of your control, and Satoru considered himself lucky you hadn't accidentally hit him in the head because of how much you were moving.
He smiles against your clit, your overstimulated moans coupled with the tears he knew were falling from your eyes brought him hurtling towards his own orgasm. It took all the strength he had to focus on making you finish, his thrusts against the pillow becoming more sloppy and his moans getting louder and louder as he sucked and nipped at your sensitive clit.
Your arms jerk against his head, falling down to land on the mattress next to you, as your breaths shortened Satoru was certain you were about to cum, a cry from your lips solidifying this suspicion—“mmcumminhgg”.
Satoru's eyes rolled back, “me too, sweetheart—fuck—cumming with you, cumming with my needy slut.”
Your eyes squeeze tightly shut as you come for the second time, but you could feel Satoru spasm against your abused cunt. He whines from below you, still sucking your clit, while he painted the inside of his boxers with ropes of his cum.
Your body shocks begin to ease as he moves his mouth and begins to plant kisses along the inside of your thighs, but your legs still feel wobbly and your head is still spinning from how powerful your orgasm was.
Satoru drags himself onto his feet, momentarily standing before flopping his body on top of yours. He shifts until he is comfortable, burying his head in your neck and breathing in your scent.
“You're so perfect. My perfect, perfect girl. I love you so much—god—yes, I do.” Satoru breaths, the words barely louder than a whisper. “You're mine now, I am never gonna let you slip outta my fingers, never gonna let anyone else touch you.”
#this took me so long to finish#but im so glad I finally did because i love it so much#he's so...#uhgggggh Iwant him#probably will write more in this vein because it was so fun hehehw#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#satoru gojo x reader#satoru gojo x you#gojo satoru fic#satoru gojo fic#gojo satoru smut#satoru gojo smut#sage.fics
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hi i wrote a little mini fic about george visiting dream while he’s staying with his mom to recover because this is literally the only thing i can think about 🫶
#sorry if u already sawthis on my twitter too I JUST HAVENT POSTED ANY WRITING IN A MINUTR SORRY FOR CROSSPOSTING.#IM POSTING A REAL FIC . HOPEFULLY TOMORROW THOUGH#i literally wrote thsi to put off finishing aforementioned real fic i’m rly normal#dnf#dnf fic#sage.fics
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candles and cuddles
spencer reid x gn reader
Spencer comes home from a day out in the city and finds you feeling overwhelmed and tired, so he helps you get the rest you need to recharge yourself.
content - fluff, comfort, cuddles
words - 2.2k
The keyrings rattling outside in the hallway stir you from your thoughts and you smile briefly, knowing that this means Spencer will be walking through the door any second now. You can hear him struggle to get the key separate from all the keyrings, and you can’t help but feel giddy. Despite the fact that you know he likes to keep his keys fairly free and accessible, he still uses all the keyrings that you’ve gotten him from the various trips you have taken, both with and without him.
“I bought this really cool book. Come and read it with me?” Spencer asks, his voice alerting you to his presence, now inside your shared apartment.
You look up from your spot on the sofa, tilting your head to indicate your question.
“Would you like me to explain what the book is about?” His voice is gentle; in the same way a hot bath can soothe achy muscles, his voice soothes the aches in your soul.
You nod your head in response, straightening your back and stretching your legs out in front of you. You had been sitting in the same spot for the last few hours, waiting for Spencer to get back from town. He had been out shopping and had stopped for lunch somewhere with Derek, leaving you to fend for yourself at home for the afternoon. You’d managed to get a couple of the chores done from the long list you’d given yourself, but for some reason once the dusting in the lounge was completed you had found yourself almost completely devoid of motivation.
“Are you sure?” He pauses before adding, “are you okay?”
He puts his bag down without looking at the floor, and steps towards you. His eyebrows knit in worry and confusion, your lack of words seemingly causing him to be concerned for you.
You clear your throat before speaking.
“Yes I'm sure. I'm okay, I promise.” You give a small half smile to try and back up your words, and to try and convince Spencer, but by the look on his face you know he doesn't believe you. Goddamn profilers.
“Did you have a good afternoon?”
You hope that asking him a couple questions will help to ease you back into talking, but your voice is very small when you first speak, and you assume it's because you haven't spoken out loud since he left.
“Yes, we did, thank you. Derek was unhappy about being dragged around to all the small, dingy bookstores, his words not mine, but I think he forgave me after I bought him lunch.”
You can't help but let out a small laugh at that, it does sound a lot like Derek, he loves to tease Spencer. Even more so when they’re both out shopping and Spencer is trying to buy new books, he’s said to you before that Derek finds his need for over checking and going back and forth a million times between stores a little excessive sometimes, all to ensure the perfect book is bought, but you know Derek only means it lovingly. He'd never say or do anything hurtful towards Spencer intentionally.
“That sounds about right.” You answer with a laugh.
Spencer is right in front of you now, having removed his scarf and coat, leaving them untidily thrown about on the nearest chair.
You feel the sofa dip under Spencer’s weight, and you can tell by his short sigh that he wants to ask you if you're okay again, but you speak before he's able to.
“It's okay Spence, I really am okay. Just tired I think.”
Spencer nods, willing himself not to keep prying. He knows if something was really wrong you would tell him, he just needs to give you some time first. He has come to know your ticks and quirks quite well now, the two of you had decided to move in together almost a year ago now, and you had been friends long before your romantic relationship started, so he is familiar with how your brain works.
He watches you as you shut your laptop and place it on the table, his eyes following your hands as he shuffles back into the sofa to get comfortable. As you lean back Spencer puts his arm around you, bringing you closer to his side. You let out an audible breath of relief at the contact, something that doesn't go unnoticed by Spencer.
“Do you want to take a nap with me?” Spencer asks, squeezing your shoulder with his hand.
“Spence, you know I'm not good with na—”
“I know, but resting can help with feelings of exhaustion, even if you don't actually fall asleep. It's important to let yourself rest in order to help boost your mood, and resting can also help reduce stress and improve your creativity and motivation.” He pauses, tilting his head to look at you, before adding, “I don't want you to burn yourself out.”
Spencer punctuates the end of his sentence with a smile, and you can't help but smile back. The ways in which he wants to help and look after you never fail to make you happy.
“Okay,” you agree, “let's go to bed for a bit.”
You can tell Spencer is happy you said yes by the way he jumps up almost immediately, extending his hand toward you and practically pulling you to your feet. You let out a laugh as he drags you to your shared bedroom, watching as he struggles to hold your hand and get the room organised enough for you both to relax on the bed comfortably at the same time.
“Spence, it's okay, I'll sit.”
He looks at you as if he'd forgotten you were still attached to his hand, almost as though he'd become so used to your presence beside him that he hadn't even thought to let your hand go, even if it meant he'd be able to organise the room better.
Spencer had long considered you a part of him, almost since the very first moment he had met you. The way you seemed to light up the room as soon as you entered, your smile was warm and inviting, and your voice… He had never heard anything like it. He hadn't turned around upon your entrance on that first day, he knew that Emily had invited a friend to the bar, but he was focused on watching Derek play pool against Rossi. Although, more accurately, he was focused on telling Derek the precise ways in which he was bound to lose the game; the way his stance was wrong, the way his hold on the cue was wrong and how he was breathing at all the wrong times in order to make the perfect shot. But as soon as he heard you introduce yourself to JJ and Penelope his head had whipped around, his eyes falling on you immediately. There was no mistaking his feeling in that moment, he needed to know you.
And he hasn't lost that feeling in all the years he'd known you, it had grown and changed as the two of you had become more and more familiar. What once was needing to know you, had then changed to needing to hear you, needing to see you, and now, needing to be near you.
Even as he gently let go of your hand and watched you quickly sit on the edge of your bed he wished he was nearer to you. He wished he could feel your soft skin against his, and feel your chest rise and fall with your breathing.
His longing made his organisation an entertaining thing to watch. His steps were hurried, his feet tumbling over each other and you were surprised he hadn't fallen head over heels yet. You placed your hands on the bed behind you, leaning back onto them slightly as your eyes followed Spencer around the room. He was caught in his own world and luckily didn’t notice your staring, although you could feel your face heat up at the thought of him catching you. He was focused on clearing the bed at first, he had moved the scattered papers and books left there from your morning in bed, and had moved them onto the chair beside you. Next he had ensured all the curtains were closed, only left open the tiniest crack to allow some of the air to flow in from the open window. He had then flicked off the main overhead light, choosing to turn on the warm bedside lamp on his side of the bed instead. And finally, he fluffed up your pillow, turning to you when he was done and extending his hand towards you, stretching it as far as you could in a bid to get closer to you.
Smiling, you accepted his hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet and lead you towards your side of the bed. He had left your favourite green fleece blanket at the end of the bed, and as soon as you laid down he wasted no time before placing it over your body. You smiled, wiggling a little to get comfy. Spencer checked the room one last time, as though he needed everything to be perfect for you, and paused. You weren't sure what he was doing. At first all you could see was his back as he rummaged through a draw, but it didn't take long for you to realise his idea once he turned to face you. He was holding a matchbook.
“Which scent?” He asks simply.
“Hmmmm,” you tilt your head and purse your lips while you think. “I don’t know, there’s so many— Oh! How about the white jasmine and sandalwood candle you got me last week? I haven't had a chance to use it yet.”
Spencer nods, and wordlessly walks to your bedside to light the candle. He smiles as he watches you slowly close your eyes, happy that you’ve given yourself some time to rest.
“Spence? Are you going to continue watching me, or are you going to come and join me under this blanket?”
His smile widens to a grin at your words.
“Sorry, sorry, I’m coming.”
And, true to his word, after barely a minute he is next to you.
You curl your body towards his, lifting your neck so he can slot his arm underneath it. You can feel Spencer bouncing his foot ever so slightly underneath the blanket, and you smile, leaning further into his chest. You hadn't realised how tired you had been, but you feel it now. You take a deep breath, wanting to relax yourself even more. You can smell the outside on Spencer’s shirt, a fact that, although is not unsurprising, does make you a tad disappointed. Until you met Spencer you never realised how addicting it can be to be enveloped in a partner’s smell, you never realised that a smell could make you feel so relaxed and so calm. Draping your leg across Spencer’s body you take another not so subtle sniff, trying to smell that familiar mix of vanilla, coconut and coffee.
“Are you smelling me?”
You bury your face in his chest before answering, and you feel Spencer squeeze your arm.
“Yes.” You whisper.
“You like how I smell?” His question is genuine, but his voice is small—almost as though he was afraid of the answer.
You crane your neck upwards to look at Spencer.
“Yes.” You whisper again, with a smile on your lips.
You feel your cheeks warm as Spencer looks at you, you think he must be looking for a sign of teasing on your face.
When he doesn't find one he pulls you even tighter against his chest.
“Thank you.” He breaths, the words barely perceptible.
You smile, wrapping your arms around him as best as you can from this angle, and you feel his other arm lay on your side. His touch completely surrounds you, and you can hear his heart beating in his chest. The rhythm relaxes you, and coupled with the candle and the dim lit room, you find your eyes beginning to feel heavy. You know sleep is not far away now.
“I love you Spence.” You whisper. “Thank you for looking after me.”
Spencer watches you as you finish speaking, he loves that he was able to help you this afternoon. And, despite your regular insistence that you can't nap, he feels your head go heavy and he can hear your breathing change. He knows you must be practically asleep now, but he doesn’t mind, he always has his thoughts to keep him company, and luckily when you’re in his arms he knows it will always be the good thoughts, and never the bad ones.
“I love you too, baby.”
Spencer’s voice is quiet so as to not disturb your peaceful rest, but he hopes you hear him. He hopes you are able to hear what his actions say to you.
I love you, I love you, I love you
You mean everything to me
#i love him so much:(#he means the world to me actually:(#i need him to comfort me and give me cuddles#hes so baby#i love him love him love him lots#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid x you#spencer reid fic#spencer reid fluff#sage.fics
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kitchen teasing
levi ackerman x f! reader
you decide that teasing your boyfriend while baking together is the best way to get him to give you what you want.
content - teasing, unprotected sex, creampie, small amount of aftercare, time limit, ass smacking, petnames (sweetheart, angel, good girl, darling, baby)
words - 2.9k
All you wanted was a cute baking date with your boyfriend. It wasn't your fault you hadn't seen him properly in almost a week, or that he just so happened to look absolutely gorgeous in the warm lighting in the kitchen—his eyes glowing, and his cheeks flushed.
You knew he was growing tired of your teasing antics, but you just couldn't help yourself. The way he was reading the recipe instructions, telling you what to do and being very strict on following the recipe exactly to the letter had your knees wobbling. He stood right behind you, so close you could feel his breath on your neck, and every word he spoke sent vibrations down your spine.
“Angel, are you even listening to me?” Levi sighed, clearly exasperated by your mind being elsewhere, “I said it's time to add the mix to the baking trays.”
You nod, humming in agreement as you reach forward to grab the trays you'd put out on the counter earlier. You use the opportunity to arch your back ever so slightly, so that your ass rubs against Levi’s crotch. His hands clamp down on your hips immediately, and you hear him stifle a groan. He's so close to losing his patience with you, you're sure of it, you just need to push him a little further.
“Do we need to use any baking parchment, baby?” You ask innocently, pretending you don't hear his breathing hitching, or feel his hands kneading your flesh.
“Y–Yes, we do. Let me grab the scissors and I'll cut it to size.”
Levi reaches around you, grabbing the scissors and cutting the parchment without moving from his position behind you. You grin when you realise his reluctance to move must be based purely on how much he enjoys having you pressed against him.
He hands you the parchment, watching as you begin to scoop the mix from the bowl onto the baking tray. He focuses on your hands moving, his mind is slightly distracted by thoughts of what other things he likes watching your hands do…
“It's almost done now, baby!” You smile, twisting your head around to look at Levi. You use your excitement as an excuse to tease him just a little bit more, pretending you don't notice how hard you're pressing onto him, or how your excitable shuffles have you moving your ass against him at a fairly steady rhythm.
Levi’s hands suddenly grip your hips again, and you feel him press his entire body against yours.
“You know I’m holding back from fucking you over this kitchen counter, don’t push your luck, angel.” He growls, using one of his hands to straighten your head, forcing you to look forward. “Now be a good girl and finish placing the mix on the tray so I can put it in the oven.”
You whine, squeezing your legs together in an attempt to dull the ache that has formed there. Your movements are hurried, wanting to do what you're told as fast as you can. Levi's confession has you weak in the knees, and you can't deny the affect his words have had on you. You feel tingly all over, shivers ran up your spine as soon as he started speaking and they are yet to dissipate.
“It's finished.” You say, trying to ignore how fast your heart is beating, and how soothing Levi's hands feel on you—rubbing and kneading your waist roughly.
“Good girl, now pass it to me.”
You grab the tray, quickly turning and passing it to Levi who is now standing a few steps away from you. You watch as he places the tray into the oven, setting a timer for 30 minutes before turning back to you.
His eyes darken when his gaze lands on you, and you take a step back—hitting your back against the counter. The delicate curves of his face are highlighted in the kitchen light, and your eyes trace his features while his hands begin to roam your body.
“Is there any particular reason you were teasing me so much this afternoon, darling?” One of his hands comes to rest on your chest, giving your tit a harsh squeeze before beginning to roll his fingertips across your nipple. You whine at the contact, sticking out your lower lip—pouting, as if this isn't the exact outcome you wanted.
You know riling him up like you've been doing all afternoon wasn’t your best plan, nor was it even necessary, as Levi finds it incredibly hot when you show him how badly you need him by coming onto him directly. But teasing is just so much more fun… and it always leads you to get what you want…so who could blame you really?
“Nope!” You exclaim with a pop. “Not really, baby, I was just having fun baking with you.”
You smile, loving the attention he was giving you. His hands were all over you, groping and kneading at your flesh like you were the very dough he'd just placed in the oven. His touch felt magical, and it was causing your entire body to thrum with excitement.
“Tch—you know I don't believe that, angel. If you wanted me to fuck you over this counter that badly you could've just asked, you didn't need to use this baking date as an excuse.”
You whine, the noise involuntarily slipping past your lips. Your eyes widen when you catch the look in Levi's eyes—hunger, and not just for the tasty treats you were baking.
His hands quickly spin you around, and one comes to rest on your hip, the other forces your head down against the cold counter.
“We've got just over 20 minutes until the timer goes off.” Levi feels you squirm underneath him and he places his free hand on your hip, gripping you tightly. “Now now, sweetheart, it's okay. Just keep still for me. You wouldn't me to think you didn't even want to get fucked, would you?”
You whine again, bucking your hips slightly, and Levi groans when your ass rubs against him.
“C'mon, sweetheart, take those trousers off for me now, okay?” He gives your waist one more squeeze and takes a small step back from you, giving you enough room to quickly slip out of your clothes.
Levi bites his lip harshly at the view you're giving him. Your bare cunt is on full display for him to see. Levi feels himself twitch at the thought that you haven't been wearing anything under your trousers the entire time he's been pressed up against you this afternoon.
“You must think you're so clever, huh, baby?” Levi asks.
You nod.
“You think you've been playing me so well, and that this little stunt here is going to make me lose my last bit of control, is that right?”
You nod again, slower this time.
“Awh, angel, you're too cute.” You turn your head to face him. “But that's not how this is going to work.”
You watch as Levi unbuckles his trousers, swiftly dropping them to the floor. He then pulls down his boxers, and you're unable to stop yourself from taking a sharp inhale of excitement.
“I am perfectly in control of my actions, angel. Now turn your head and spread your legs for me—that's it, well done, my pretty girl.”
Levi watches you as you squirm, your anticipation written plainly on your movements, and he checks the timer once again.
17 minutes.
You hear Levi move towards you, but the sounds of his feet shuffling are soon replaced with his groans. You whip your head around, as best as you can from your angle on the counter, and you just manage to catch a glimpse of Levi stroking his cock before he uses his free hand to move your head back around.
“Eyes down, angel.” He bends towards your right side, leans close to you, and whispers. “You've had your fun, now it’s time for me to have mine.”
Without a warning he presses his cock between your folds, his eyes screw shut as he feels your warmth surround him. His hands grip your waist tightly as he bottoms out, you can feel his fingernails digging into your flesh, a dull pain already beginning to form from the pressure.
15 minutes.
You half expect Levi to go easy on you, to do what he normally does when the two of you have sex—begin softly and gently, slowly working towards faster and harder. But that isn't what happens today. Something in the way he’s pumping in and out of your pussy is miles different from usual. You can already hear his breathing becoming ragged, the restlessness of his hands is making your mind swirl. It’s like he can't decide on where to touch you the most—he starts on your waist, gripping and kneading at your flesh there, he then moves to your tits, where he gropes you and rolls your nipples between his fingertips, then he works his way to your thighs, and then your head, where he laces a hand in your hair and gives it a light tug. Every action elicits a moan from your lips, and you try your hardest to focus on keeping yourself upright, but each thrust makes it harder.
10 minutes.
“This is what you wanted, right? My delicate little angel wanted to be bent over the counter like this? She was practically begging for it, wasn’t she?”
You try to squeak out a reply, but the words are too foggy in your mind, trying to focus on anything other than Levi’s cock pounding into you is like trying to count grains of sand—impossible.
When you fail to answer Levi can’t help but roll his eyes. Your tongue is lolling out the side of your mouth, your eyes are glazed over and the only noises coming from you are moans and incoherent babbling. You’re completely lost in the pleasure he’s giving you, and it just makes him want to wreck you even more.
7 minutes.
Levi groans as he thinks about how completely wrecked he wants to make you. He adores making you so overwhelmingly cock drunk that you’re unable to to say anything other than his name—repeated over and over again until you're cumming around his cock for the second or third time. It gives him an ego boost knowing that he can fuck you so well that the only thing on your mind is the pure pleasure he’s giving you—the pleasure that only him can give you.
6 minutes.
He focuses on pounding into your tight cunt as fast as he can, the timer acting as competition for him to see how close he can get you before time runs out. His hands grip your hips, even tighter than before, and he feels you squeeze around his cock—sending stars across his vision.
“Fuck, angel—shit—you feel so tight.” Levi hears you hum in response. “That’s it, well done, my sweet girl—oh, fuck—you're doing so well for me now—hhng—shit… baby… you’re gonna make me cum.”
5 minutes.
You whine as you arch your back, wanting and willing Levi to be even closer to you—as if that was even possible. You feel him shake as you move against him, and as you turn your head towards him, you find him with his eyes screwed shut and his bottom lip drawn into his mouth. Your heart swells at the sight, and you let out a shaky breath, knowing how close he is to finishing has your tummy swirling.
4 minutes.
Levi’s thrusts are beginning to get sloppier now, his pace never slows but you can hear him whimpering under his breath, his voice whiny and needy, and it makes your cunt clench around him even tighter. He curses, and you hear a crack ripple through the air from where his hand met your ass. Your skin stings, and as Levi smacks your ass for a second time you manage to find your voice again, as if the pain was able to shake your thoughts awake.
“L-Levi, cum in-inside, p-please.” Your voice shakes with each thrust Levi takes.
3 minutes.
Levi’s eyes roll back, his hands clamp down on your hips. Hearing you beg for him was the final straw, whatever resolve he had shattered when your voice cracked due to his pounding.
“I will, sweetheart—oh fuck—I will.”
2 minutes.
A string of curses falls from Levi’s lips, the whisper of your name jumbled amongst them. You squeeze your eyes shut, the knot in your stomach tightening as you hear Levi coming undone behind you. His hands hold you so tightly that you’re sure his fingernails are going to leave crescent shaped indents on your skin when he lets go.
1 minute.
“Oh, fuck, sweetheart—thats it, just like that—fuck, fuuck—”
Levi cuts himself off. His eyes roll back and he bites his lip in an effort to regain his composure. You can hear his breathing getting heavy as his orgasm crashes over him. He paints the inside of your greedy cunt with strings of his cum, and he watches you spasm as your own orgasm hits you. You reach your hands out, gripping the counter edge—tight enough for your knuckles to begin to turn white—in an effort to keep yourself standing.
Beep beep beep beep.
Your head snaps upwards, and you're about to say something when you feel Levi hastily pull out of you. You whine at the sudden loss, but he just rolls his eyes at you, giving your ass another smack before pulling his trousers up from his ankles.
“Don't whine. You got what you wanted, did you not?” Levi says, a playful edge to his voice.
You pout, and try to stand yourself upright, your shaky legs proving this to be more difficult than you expected. Your knees buckle, but Levi manages to catch you before any damage is done.
“Tch, stay there.”
You wonder if he's going to grab you a glass of water, or maybe bring one of the barstools over for you to sit on. But he does neither. He walks over to the still beeping oven, turns it off, and opens it up. With the oven gloves already on his hands—when did he grab those?—he grabs the tray and places it neatly upon the wire cooling rack next to you.
“It looks good, well done, angel.”
Levi takes the gloves off and moves to stand in front of your half naked form. You smile, and he places a hand upon your cheek.
“You feeling okay, baby?”
You nod, but your eyes are drooping slightly, and Levi recognises the signs—you're exhausted, and it's time for him to make you get you some rest. He grabs you by the waist, and pulls you towards his body. You tilt your head quizzically, but your question is answered when your feet are suddenly off the ground. You manage to wrap your legs around Levi's waist despite the lack of warning, and his hands come to rest on your ass. He begins to walk you towards your bedroom.
You question him about the mess you've left in the kitchen.
“What about the dishes?” You whisper the words, your mouth brushing against Levi’s ear.
“We can wash up everything later, don't worry about it. I need you to rest for a bit now, I might have worked you a little too hard.”
His face reddens, and you smile widely. As he places you down onto the bed, you begin to feel the ache that Levi had anticipated, and you find your heart fluttering at the thought—he knows you so well.
You watch as he shuffles through the dresser, grabbing you a pair of underwear and a pair of his trackies. You shimmy them both on from your place on the bed and grab his hand before he has the chance to walk away, pulling him down onto the bed with you.
“If I'm resting, so are you.” You state, matter of factly.
Levi doesn't argue with you, instead he manoeuvres his body so that you are able to rest your head in the crook of his neck, he pulls your leg across his body so that it drapes over his thigh and he wraps an arm around your waist. You snuggle into him, breathing in his scent.
“You're still happy with how your teasing went, baby?” Levi brushes loose hairs from your face as you angle your neck to look up at him.
“You know I am.” You press a gentle kiss to his collarbone, and Levi smiles at your action.
“Don't think I'm letting you fall asleep though, it's just a small rest before I put you back to work. We've got to get everything cleaned before we can enjoy our—”
“Our cookies!” You exclaim, suddenly remembering what you were doing in the kitchen before Levi decided he'd had enough of your teasing. “I'd almost forgotten.”
Levi rolls his eyes at you, and he gives you a quick squeeze before placing a soft kiss on top of your head.
“Precisely. We can clean everything up and then I'll make us a nice cup of tea, and we can sit down and finish watching that movie we started last night, does that sound good, angel?”
“It sounds perfect.” You breathe. Your face is pressed up against Levi’s neck, and he feels his whole body shiver when your breath hits his skin
#yeah<3#although i really want to bake and eat cookies rn because of this#alas i cannot:(#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman fic#levi ackerman x you#levi ackerman smut#sage.fics
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levi ackerman x reader
levi comes home and finds you relaxing on the sofa
content - kissing, clothes stealing, domestic fluff, modern au
words - 1k
Keys rattling for a few seconds is all the warning you have that Levi is about to be home, a little earlier than you're expecting, mind you. He finds you reading a book all curled up on the sofa. He doesn't even take notice of what you're wearing at first, too focused on coming in from the cold and ridding himself of the many layers required to even step one foot outside during this grey november weather. His scarf and gloves are the first things to go, he folds them up neatly and places them in one of the entrance way dresser drawers. The next thing to go is his coat, which he places on the empty hook next to your own winter jacket. The final thing he takes off are his shoes—still slightly damp from the earlier rain—he places them on the bottom row of the shoe rack, allowing them to air.
You crane your neck upwards as Levi walks towards you, waiting patiently for him to greet you. You're not left waiting for long though, he is soon standing behind where you sit on the sofa, you feel his hands snake slowly around your neck, coming to rest just below your shoulders. You smile up at him, your eyes meeting his as he leans down and plants a soft kiss to your forehead. His lips are cool to the touch, a lingering effect of the winter air, and your eyes flutter shut upon the contact. A small hum escapes your lips, and you're sure you feel Levi smile slightly against your skin at the noise. As he pulls away and begins to move towards your bedroom you can't help but pout, already missing his touch.
He finds his way back to you after only a few minutes, no longer adorned in his thick trousers and zipped hoodie, he is now wearing what you consider to be his best pair of joggers—the black ones with the white stripe down the side—and the emerald knitted sweater you bought him on his last birthday. You smile at him as he takes a seat next to you, your book long forgotten. He keeps one of his arms propped up on the back of the sofa, an unspoken invitation that he knows you could never refuse, and you shift yourself towards him as soon as you know he’s settled and comfortable in his seat. Your head comes to rest on his shoulder, your feet still curled underneath you, and you take a noticeable breath of comfort when Levi places his hand on your upper arm. His touch now almost envelops you completely.
A soft chuckle stirs you back to reality, you must have had your eyes closed for a bit too long, because when you reopen them you find Levi reading the book you’d carelessly placed down when he arrived home. It takes a moment for your eyes to readjust to the light, but it's not hard for you to guess the reason for Levi’s amusement.
“I told you when I bought it that it wouldn’t be your thing.” Your voice is quiet, the drowsiness making your words barely louder than a whisper. You rub your eyes, stretching your neck slightly as you sit up. “What are you doing with that anyway?”
Your question hangs in the air for a few seconds, and you watch as Levi places your bookmark back where you left it, before shutting your book and setting it down by his side.
“I was curious. Besides, you didn’t really give me many options, once you fell asleep there wasn't really much I could do in terms of entertainment.”
You smile bashfully, feeling slightly embarrassed at the thought of Levi watching while you slept. You breathe out a quick apology, and Levi half heartedly rolls his eyes in response.
"Don't be sorry, even though your choice of book was a little odd for my taste, I always enjoy watching you while you sleep."
Your mouth falls open, heat flooding your cheeks, and you reach up to playfully smack Levi on the arm. He smiles at you, not his usual half smile, but a full, almost grin like smile, looping his arms around your body and bringing you back towards his chest. You settle haphazardly in his lap, half way between sitting on him and sitting on the sofa. Too busy focusing on getting yourself comfortable again, you fail to notice the quizzical look beginning to form on Levi's face. His eyebrows knot, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly as he takes a minute to look over you again.
“Do you own any of the clothes you're wearing right now, sweetheart?”
You pause, stilling your movements as you turn your head to face Levi. His question would’ve sounded stern to anyone listening, the way his eyebrows are raised at you, and the lack of any smile on his face may have been cause for you to worry in the first few weeks you had known him. But not right now. You know him better now. You just smile at him, biting your lip, while your hands wander the back of his neck, scratching at his nape and fiddling with the collar of his sweater.
You know Levi already knows the answer to your question—he recognises his navy hoodie and the matching pair of joggers. So instead of giving you time to answer, he places a hand behind your head, bringing you close enough to him that he doesn't have to strain his neck in order to kiss you. His lips meet yours, softly, and you can't help but smile into the kiss.
“Quit smiling, idiot.” Levi breathes, the words sound mumbled against your lips.
Your smile threatens to grow wider at his words, much to Levi’s dismay, but he places another kiss to your lips nonetheless. You deepen the kiss this time, running your tongue across his lower lip ever so gently. You feel Levi’s arms snake around your waist, his hands coming to rest just under the hem of your—his—hoodie. Goosebumps cover your skin where his hands have settled, the coolness from the outside still seeped into his touch. You whine at the feeling, unable to stop yourself from shivering slightly. Levi is the one to break the kiss by smiling this time, he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, his eyes closed.
“You could always steal one of my t-shirts if you’re still cold, you know.”
#im screaming and crying right now :(#I love him#also peep the evermore reference<3#levi ackerman fic#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman x you#levi ackerman fluff#sage.fics
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sfw alphabet
levi ackerman x gn!reader
content - slightly modern au for a couple of the questions, brief mentions of his canon upbringing (not explored)
words - 4k
A—‘A’ IS FOR AFFECTION (how affectionate are they?)
At the beginning of your relationship, or any moment before your relationship has started, Levi is not affectionate at all. He tends to keep his distance, only ever offering you a helping hand, or in very rare instances a gentle tap on your shoulder. But once the two of you start dating things are a little different. He keeps most of his affection behind closed doors, always wanting to keep those moments solely between the two of you. But he is definitely more affectionate than people will expect, he loves to hold you in his arms when the two of you are cuddling. Tracing his fingers across your skin is one of his favourite ways to touch you, he loves it because it's so easy for him to do while the two of you are sitting together, he does it so absentmindedly that sometimes he doesn't even realise. And it's the cutest thing ever.
B—‘B’ IS FOR BESTFRIEND (what are they like as a bestie?)
He's a very good friend, he's trustworthy and kind to those he values, but it's hard to get past his tough exterior and into his inner circle as he's very selective on those he befriends, and even those people he likes have a hard time getting to know him at first. It will take a long time for him to open up to you, even if you've known him and been friends for a while, but once you've gained his trust and respect you’ll find that his friendship will become one of the most sturdy and reliable you've ever had.
C—‘C’ IS FOR CUDDLES (how do they like to cuddle?)
He loves to both be held by you, and hold you. There's something about having you locked between his arms that grants him a sense of peace that he cannot get anywhere else. He loves being able to have his arms gripping your body. And even better when you bury your head in his chest, he loves knowing that you can feel his heart beating, and that you're feeling the warmth from his body. When you lock your legs between his, and wrap your arms around his torso it makes him feel like the safest, luckiest man in the world.
D—‘D’ IS FOR DOMESTIC (settling down? how will they be helping out around?)
He never thought he'd get close to settling down with anyone, he never had marriage or relationships on his mind, and he was perfectly content with that. But when he met you, and got to know you, his views began to change. He started to realise that he needed to be with you, for as long as he could manage. He's very good at small, domestic things. He loves helping you cook, even if his preferred meals are on the easy and simple side, and he's very good at keeping things clean and tidy.
E—‘E’ IS FOR ENDING (how would breakups work out?)
I can see this going one of two ways to be honest. It's either going to be a quick, slightly silly breakup—the two of you have a disagreement, and Levi gets scared or worried about the confrontation, choosing to leave instead of sitting and talking it out with you (this is one of those breakups that doesn't last long, you find him after a few hours and force him to talk to you. You know he still loves you, but he hasn't got a lot of experience with the tougher parts of a relationship, and he has a very avoidant personality.) Or, on the sadder side, the two of you will have a really long, drawn out breakup. One of those breakups where you slowly drift apart, refusing to acknowledge the issues you need to work on, just snapping at each other or straight up ignoring each other to the point where you're barely talking for days at a time.
F—‘F’ IS FOR FIANCÉE (how do they feel about commitment?)
Levi isn't afraid of commitment, I think that once he's in a relationship with you he finds the idea of marriage/a life with you incredibly appealing, and it’s something that he will strive for. He probably won't be open about this, especially to people that aren't you—in fact I think he comes off to other people as a very anti-marriage, anti-commitment type of guy—but once he finds someone that truly understands him, that makes him feel loved and cared for and happy, he’ll want to do everything in his power to keep them as close to him as he can, for as long as he can.
G—‘G’ IS FOR GENTLE (how gentle are they?)
He is extremely gentle, he's constantly aware of you and your comfort, it will always be a priority for him to make you as comfortable as he possibly can. Although his strength is something that is hard to match, his hands are always so soft when he holds you, his grip is never rough or tight, he always traces your skin with the utmost gentleness. I think he's so scared of hurting you, of coming on too strong, or damaging you, that it takes a lot of work to bring him around to the fact that you aren't as delicate as you look, and that you won't break if he holds you just a little bit harder. A lot of that fear stems from his childhood, he's seen what uncaring men can do to people that they deem lesser than themselves, and he never ever wants to treat you like that.
H—‘H’ IS FOR HUGS (do they like hugs?)
Not really, I think Levi is extremely, extremely selective about who he gives hugs to. He doesn't like people in his space like that, he doesn't need their breath that close to his face, he's perfectly content with a handshake, or a verbal show of appreciation. The only people he'd ever consider allowing to hug him are you, and Erwin probably. Sometimes Hange, but they can get a tad over excited when it happens, so it's a very rare occasion.
I—‘I’ IS FOR I LOVE YOU (how long does it take them to say the ‘l word?’)
A long time. I think this is because he would be so unsure whether the feelings he had were truly love that he'd spend ages agonising over every detail, trying to decipher his own feelings. He hasn't had many healthy experiences of love in his life, not even from his family, so there's very few experiences that he can draw from. He wants to make sure that the words are true when he says them, because he knows he cares for you deeply, and he would never want to lie or deceive you, even accidentally.
J—‘J’ IS FOR JEALOUSY (how do they get jealous?)
Levi is a jealous and possessive person—and he doesn't care how it sounds, if you're dating him then you're his, there's no way around that—but he is also very calm in the way he shows it. If someone is talking to you and they're leaning a little bit too close Levi will just stare at them, he'll watch with his eyes narrowed, looking for any indication or flicker on the person's features that they're a threat to you—if he ever thought you were uncomfortable or in danger he would be at the person talking to you and pinning them to the floor like his life depended on it—but if it just looked like they were annoying you then Levi would leave you to it, until he decided too much time had past and he wanted you back for himself. And if you're standing right next to Levi and someone is continually flirting with you as if he's completely invisible, putting their hands on you or asking you if you've got a boyfriend, making you laugh or offering to buy you a drink, then Levi's reaction is a little different. He hates the idea that some guy could even dare to think he'd have a chance at taking you away, his insecurities would eat away at his confidence all night, even though you had shown absolutely no interest in the person flirting with you. Levi would probably be extra quiet for the rest of the day, he wouldn't appear any different to those looking from the outside, but you would be able to tell that something was wrong. Waiting until the two of you are alone would be the best way to confront his cold attitude, he’d be characteristically standoffish towards you, initially refusing to admit what has him so upset. It would take a while to get him to open up about the problem, he wouldn't want to admit that the root cause of his attitude was his jealousy, or that he hated feeling like you deserved better than him. I think he would need lots of reassurance that he is deserving of you, and that those random people flirting with you, or making fun of your relationship, mean nothing.
K—‘K’ IS FOR KISSES (what's their kissing schedule?)
He is big on good morning and goodnight kisses, he swears that he always sleeps better when the last thing he does before sleeping is kiss you. And he definitely loves kissing you as a form of greeting when the two of you are in private, he loves to hold you by the waist and press a gentle kiss to your lips, always following this by a soft whisper of “hello”. But other than the routine kisses I think that he sometimes forgets to kiss you, he forgets that kisses are something that he can give you at any time of the day, and that they don't have to be for a special reason—kissing you just because is something you’ll have to remind him is okay.
L—‘L’ IS FOR LITTLE ONES (how are they around kids?)
He is great around kids, but he doesn't get the opportunity to be around them very often. For some reason kids—especially toddlers—really like him. It could be to do with his calm, slightly relaxing demeanour, or the fact that the way he speaks is always on the quieter side, never raising his voice. He never disrespects children, and he finds it utterly repulsive that anyone on this earth would ever purposely treat children horribly. He refuses to be a bad influence on children, and when he is around them he never wants to have any sort of negative impact on their lives. He wants them to have as great a life as they can, and so he does his best to answer any questions they have—even if they are on the sillier side. It makes your heart soar when you walk into a room and see him sitting on the floor, surrounded by a circle of children all hanging onto his every word. For some reason children just trust him, and he never understands it, but he always welcomes it, even if it does distract him from whatever dinner party/ meeting/ trip that he is meant to be focusing on.
M—‘M’ IS FOR MORNINGS (how will your mornings go?)
You will very rarely wake up and find Levi still in bed next to you. He wakes up early almost everyday, and he likes to start his days with a quick, cold shower. Sometimes he will workout in the mornings, and he will shower post workout, but he will always have some kind of healthy drink when he wakes, whether it be a smoothie type thing, fresh juice, or even something as simple as a green tea. He will always make you a cup of whatever he makes himself, and he also likes to pour you a cool glass of water with lemon as well—he drinks his before his shower. But on the rare instance you manage to get him to stay in bed with you the two of you like to read together, or, more accurately, Levi props himself up with pillows and reads his book aloud to you, while you snuggle close to his chest, and run your fingernails along his thighs.
N—‘N’ IS FOR NIGHTS (how will your nights go?)
Nights with Levi are easy, and simple. He is at his most calm during the evening. I think that once he’s back home, able to shed his clothes from the day and see you safe and happy, he gives himself permission to relax. He always takes some time on his own when he comes home, usually ranging within 30-90 minutes, he adores your company and he loves just being with you, but he needs time to recharge at his own pace, with no one bothering or talking to him. He does a variety of things during this time—reading, bathing, resting his eyes (you would call this meditating, but Levi is adamant that it is not). Often he also does mundane, easy chores such as folding laundry or sweeping up. He finds the routine and simplicity of these things enjoyable, and they're able to ground him back to reality when he’s very overwhelmed or stressed. The two of you love to cook together in the evenings, whether one of you sits and observes, making sure the other is following the recipe correctly, or both of you tackling the dish together, it doesn't matter, as long as you are both in the kitchen. The time together is the most important part. Levi also loves to listen to music at night, he usually puts something on around the time the two of you are making dinner, and it typically stays on all night, right up until bedtime, unless you decide to watch something together. On the days when he feels the most happy, he loves to grab your hand and gently sway with you to the music—his equivalent of dancing.
O—‘O’ IS FOR OPEN (when will they tell you about themself?)
It takes a long time for Levi to open up to you, especially about his childhood, and more widely, any moment before he met Erwin. It's hard to tell when Levi is willing to talk about his past, because he will never bring it up first, he waits for you to ask, but the problem with that is that you never want to pry, or seem like you're trying to push him towards being open, so it doesn't always line up easily. As time goes on he will find it easier to tell you things, but he will never want it to be a full blown conversation, he won't want to have the attention on him for that amount of time, he'd rather tell you a couple things really quickly, and then have you sit in silence while thinking about them. Which isn't the most sustainable form of opening up, but with time he will be able to properly, actually, talk to you about his past without feeling like he's being too vulnerable and wanting to run away.
P—‘P’ IS FOR PATIENCE (how patient are they with you?)
He’s extremely patient with you, but I think that also comes from the fact that he’s expecting you to be the same with him too, and of course you are, but his inexperience with romantic relationships makes him constantly worried during the beginning of your relationship that he’s not doing enough, or he’s doing too much, or he’s doing it wrong. So your patience with him during those stages is probably what would make or break your relationship. And if you’re also inexperienced, or you’re nervous to do things with him, he’d always be happy to wait, and to take things as slow as you need to, all he’d ask is that you communicate what you need from him, because he hates having to guess.
Q—‘Q’ IS FOR QUIZZES (how much do they remember about you?)
At the beginning of your relationship he is terrible at remembering things about you, he’s trying his best to get to know you—although if you’ve started dating then it’s likely you’ve been friends for a while before this, so he is familiar with some things about you—but he’s more focused on navigating the changes that come when entering a new relationship. But as he gets more comfortable with you, as he learns and develops as a boyfriend, he’d start to be able to recall the small, silly things that you’ve said to him in passing—the sort of things you say as a joke, or your favourite way to load a dishwasher. As for the bigger stuff, he writes it down. He doesn't want to forget the important stuff, so he makes notes of it—it started with things like your parents names, their birthdays, how many siblings you have, but it worked it’s way towards your favourite ways to be kissed by him, the best way he can show you love, and most recently, the different engagement ring types you've said to him are your favourite.
R—‘R’ IS FOR REMEMBER (what is his favourite moment in your relationship?)
The first time that he put his arm around your waist in public. He doesn't know why, but that moment makes his heart flutter every time he thinks about it. It was only a couple of weeks after you'd started officially dating, the two of you were out with some friends—Erwin, Hange, Petra, and numerous members of Miche’s squad. Levi hadn’t planned on making any sort of big announcement about your relationship, but Hange had taken it upon themselves to make sure everyone knew. Your face had heated up from all the attention, but Levi saw the smile you were trying to hide, and he felt his own face redden too, although all he reacted with was a scoff and a roll of his eyes. It was an hour or so later, the two of you were talking quietly with Erwin, when a large, rather loud, group entered the room you were all in. Levi had felt you tense, and without thinking he wrapped his arm around your waist. He saw Erwin raise his eyebrows, but luckily the blonde said nothing of the affection Levi was giving you. He excused himself, leaving you and Levi alone, and as Levi turned to you, he was about to remove his arm when he saw the smile on your face—this time you were not trying to hide it at all. You placed your hand on top of Levi’s, forcing him to keep his arm in place, and Levi remembers how happy it had made him, knowing that he had helped you to feel safe, and he was surprised to find that he wasn't embarrassed by the pda—although, he was relieved that Hange hadn't gotten a glimpse of it, he dreaded to think of the whistles and yelling that would have taken place had they seen it.
S—‘S’ IS FOR SECURITY (how protective are they of you?)
Extremely protective. Every time the two of you are out together his eyes are peeled for any sort of danger or uncomfortable situation that could occur, he steers you clear of large groups of men, drunk people shouting and any other thing that could make you feel unsafe. He also has a hard time letting others take you away from him, even when he knows you'll be completely fine—if the two of you are hanging out with friends and one of them tries to steal you away from Levi so you can have gossip time/a private catch up, Levi is always hesitant, even though he will still be able to see you.
T—‘T’ IS FOR TRY (how much effort do they put into dates? special occasions?)
He tries his best, especially on special occasions, but it takes a lot of practice for him to be good at planning dates. That sort of thing usually just slips his mind, he forgets that you might want to go out with him to eat dinner/watch a movie/attend a show etc. But he's a little better with special occasions, although they usually have a slightly negative effect on him—he’ll be so worried and stressed about making sure he has the perfect gift and the perfect plan for you that he gets so tense you have to remind him that it's okay if things aren't perfect, as long as the two of you are together then whatever you do will be amazing. He's just so worried about letting you down, or losing you:(
U—‘U’ IS FOR UGLY (what's a bad habit of theirs?)
He's really picky about his organisation. Even if you are a clean person, and generally keep your space tidy, he will always have something to say about it. He is quite rigid when it comes to this, and it can make him quite hard to live with at first since he will refuse to budge from the way he wants to do things.
V—‘V’ IS FOR VANITY (how insecure are they?)
He's not insecure with his looks—he's never really given them much thought, and he's never needed too. As long as he looks neat and respectable it doesn't matter to him whether other people consider him attractive. But I do think he’s insecure within your relationship, he's probably so scared during the first few months that he's going to screw up, or lose you in some way and make you hate him, that he's over careful, extra quiet, and refuses to disagree with you—to the point where he’s almost miserable because he’s bottling too much stuff up. He's so insecure of his boyfriend abilities, he thinks his lack of experience is going to cause major issues.
W—‘W’ IS FOR WHOLE (would they feel incomplete without you?)
Yes and no. I don't think Levi needs a romantic relationship in order to feel complete. I think he's perfectly content by himself. But once you've penetrated his inner circle, once you've lived with him, shown him the darkest parts of yourself, and not ran from his darkest parts, I think he wouldn't want to be apart from you. He wouldn't want to have his walls broken down for nothing. He wouldn’t want to lose the part of him that you helped nurture and develop.
X—‘X’ IS FOR XTRA (a random headcanon about them?)
Levi loves art. He has sketchbooks filled with small pencil drawings of you, your house, your pets, and silly things like the telephone, cutlery and desk chairs. He doesn't care if anyone thinks he's good or not (although, he is amazing), he just finds it really relaxing, and he likes to be able to have a hobby that doesn't involve screens or anything electronic. He most often works in pencil, but he likes to experiment with pen, and very occasionally he will use acrylic paints when he wants to paint a big scene like a garden, flowers, or anything landscape related.
Y—‘Y’ IS FOR YUCK (what are some things they dislike?)
Levi dislikes the modernisation of communication—he loves having a landline and being able to just pick up the phone and call someone, but he knows most people won’t answer a call out of the blue (and this is not to say he hates texting, he actually find it quite useful, but there's just something about speaking over the phone that he finds comforting.) He dislikes how many different social medias you’re expected to have just to be able to keep up to date with people—he has a whatsapp account, an instagram that he only uses to like your photos and occasionally scroll through the recommended for you page (his account is empty, you had to change his profile picture yourself because he refused to do it), and a facebook account that has gone unused since it was created because he forgot the password and he doesn't care enough to reset it. He dislikes people invading his personal space, whether they are his friends or complete strangers. He dislikes people shouting to their friends in the street, and he hates going clubbing (too many people, too close together, too loud). He also dislikes overly sweet food, he can barely eat one bite if it's too sugary.
Z—‘Z’ IS FOR ZZZ (some of their sleeping habits?)
He's both a night owl and a morning person, since he doesn't need a lot of sleep to be able to function. He usually gets 5-6 hours each night, but he will always sleep in with you when you ask. He doesn't wear pyjamas, he usually just wears a pair of loose boxers and some light shorts, although in the winter sometimes he chooses trousers over shorts. He never wears a t-shirt to bed. He loves to have a cup of tea before bed, usually about an hour before he sleeps, and he likes to read before sleeping. He likes to sleep under a light/medium tog duvet, as he's usually cold when he gets in bed, but he warms up pretty fast and he'd prefer to be cool in bed than too hot. He hates noise when he's trying to sleep, but he doesn't mind light.
#this was too fun#and i plan to use this template for other characters too because it gave me so many fic ideas!!!#levi my beloved#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman fic#levi ackerman headcanons#levi ackerman x you#levi ackerman fanfiction#sage.fics
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eren jaeger x f! reader
words - 1k
Marks on Eren's back catch the attention of Jean and Connie (and also the rest of the guys at the gym)
content - 18+, descriptions of sex, back scratches, reader is called hot and is referred to as a girl
thanks to @jeanboyjean for encouraging me to write this! :)
"Fuck, Eren, what happened to you?" Connie laughs, elbowing Jean to get his attention, their eyes widening as they look at the dark headed man in front of them.
Eren paid them no mind, listening vaguely to their laughter while he focused on getting his gym shirt out of his bag, swapping it with the t-shirt he'd already taken off.
"Seriously Eren, what the hell is up with your back?" Asked Jean. "You must have had one hell of a night last night for your back to end up like that…"
That caught Eren's attention. He swivelled around, arms already half inside his gym shirt, ready to ask Jean what the hell he meant by that, when it dawned on him.
You'd been at his place last night, you'd decided to crash there after the movie the two of you had seen at the cinema, since it had ended pretty late. It had taken all but 10 minutes before Eren had you underneath him, your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist as he drilled into your tight cunt. He had been wanting you all day, he'd been thinking about how badly he needed to feel you clenching around his cock. And you were never one to disappoint him.
It must have been right before Eren was about to cum that your hands had found their way to his back. Your whines had increased, your voice barely able to say a single word, and he had known you were close, the same as him. But he must have been too worked up to notice your nails digging into his flesh. Too overwhelmed by the pulsing of your pussy to realise you were dragging your nails down his back.
But he realised now. The laughter from the guys was more than enough to make him understand what you'd done to him.
"Oh my god Eren, your girl must have some killer nails to leave marks like that!" Connie exclaimed.
"There's no way y/n did that, you guys do realise that would have to mean this idiot was actually good in bed?" Jean teased.
Connie let out a roaring laugh at this, and as Eren looked around he realised that all the guys were agreeing. Marco stood to his left with a wide grin on his face. Armin was on his right, a blush covered his cheeks but the corners of his lips were curled upwards. And Reiner and Bertolt were both staring at Eren wide eyed, although the latter was at least showing some semblance of embarrassment about the whole thing.
"Oh fuck off, Jean-boy. You could be twice as good looking as you are now and still not get a girl as hot as mine." Eren retorted. He pulled his gym shirt over his head and shot Jean a glare.
"Pft, yeah right." Jean rolled his eyes. "My game is way better than yours, besides, did you even know how to kiss before y/n?"
Eren's eyes narrowed, he took a step towards Jean, and Armin attempted to grab his arm, but the dark haired boy shook him off.
"As if you're any better Jean, didn't you think cum was stored in boobs until like… last year?" Marco said, laughing.
Jean's face flooded with heat, the blush covering his cheeks completely. The gym changing room erupted with noise, all the guys laughing over each other as Jean tried—and failed—to defend himself. Connie snorted, barely able to contain himself, as he sank to his knees after a failed attempt to grab onto Armin for balance. Even Reiner and Bertolt were unable to contain themselves, both of them clutching their chests as they laughed. Marco seemed more than happy with himself, thrilled to take any opportunity to tease Jean, and to stop the obvious argument that was bound to happen if he let Jean continue to poke fun at Eren.
The events of the changing room were long forgotten by the time the group met up again that evening at the bar—at least they were for Eren. It was the usual Friday night drinks outing, everyone was there. Mikasa and Sasha even managed to save a table big enough for the whole group to sit at.
You found yourself squished between Eren and Marco, you were semi checked out of the conversation, focused on what you were going to order next, when the sound of your name pulled you back in.
“Hm?” You asked, looking around at the boys in front of you.
You felt Eren tense ever so slightly, his hand coming to rest on your thigh, sending shivers down your spine.
“I asked if you wanted to show us your claws. We all saw your handiwork on Eren’s back at the gym this morning...” Connie’s voice was a little too loud, likely due to the last round of shots Reiner had bought, and it had gathered the attention of the whole group—even a couple people from the table next to you had turned their heads your way.
“What are you—ohh…” You felt your face grow hot, you turned to Eren and saw that he had a shit eating grin on his face, so you knew he wouldn't be any help.
“C’mon kitty, we know those claws have gotta be lethal, let us take a look.” Jean grinned.
You rolled your eyes, “I think maybe you should focus more on your sex life than mine, Jean, that red head at the bar has been staring at you since we arrived and you haven’t even noticed yet…”
Jean’s head whipped around, and you let out a laugh.
“That's my girl.” Eren said. He then angled his head down and spoke quietly for only you to hear, “you should definitely take some photos of what you did to me when we go home tonight, angel. And then after we’ve fucked maybe you could take another photo, so I can see just how good I made you feel…”
You let out a shaky breath, and nodded your head.
#ughhhhh eren you're so sexy to me#want to mark his back like thissss#eren jaeger fic#eren jaeger x reader#eren yeager x reader#eren jaeger x you#eren yeager x you#sage.fics
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"Am I your lockscreen?"
jean kirstein x gn reader
content - modern au, fluff, jean calls reader pretty, jean gets embarrassed when you look at his phone
words - 1k
"Do you seriously think you have better moves than me, Kirstein?"
Jean tilts his head, but keeps his eyes focused on the screen, not wanting to let your taunting get to him.
The two of you had been engaged in a close battle of video games all afternoon, currently playing a 3 round game of tennis on the Wii to decide which one of you gets to choose the place you'll order food from for dinner.
"Babe, just watch this serve and you'll be eating your words." He brings his arm back in preparation for his tennis serve. "Just like you'll be eating Chinese food for dinner!"
Jean ends his sentence with a whoop, clearly already planning his victory as he prepares to undergo what he assumes will be his final few swings.
The first swing is his serve, a nice and solid start in which he had you leaping to cover your end of the court.
"You know if I win this set I win the entire match, right? It's match point, baby."
You scoff, trying your best to ignore him.
His second swing has your heart beating frantically, and even though your eyes have been trained on his every move on screen, you still almost miss it—managing to save it by the skin of your teeth.
"I love you baby, but there ain't no way I'm letting you win right now."
And he's right. His third swing is his most forceful yet, and you're pretty sure he almost let go off the Wii remote—thank god you told him to use the remote straps.
You groan the second your Mii misses the tennis ball, but it's drowned out by Jean's incredibly loud, and giddy, cheering.
"Wooooooo! Aw yeah, ah ye— did you see that, babe?—ah yeah, I'm a genius, I literally nailed that!—that was amazing."
His cheering bleeds into something more along the lines of a song, and you can't help but laugh as you reach across the sofa to pick up Jean's phone, thinking that you may as well get the menu up and ready to browse while he finishes his gloating.
"Yeah yeah yeah, it's probably for the best anyway, you're such a sore loser—"
Jean turns to look at you—ready to take all your teasing about how much of a bad loser he is, and how you let him win this game to save your poor ears from having to hear all his whining—when his eyes widen.
“Am I your lockscreen?” You ask, stunned.
ShitShitShit
Jean grimaces.
Act dumb.
“What are you talking about? I… I don’t think I have a lockscreen at the moment.”
Not that dumb.
You smile, narrowing your eyes slightly in amusement as Jean’s mouth opens and closes.
"And you're sure about that, huh?"
"I think maybe Eren changed it the other day…"
You stare at him, watching the cogs turning in his head.
"I never change my lockscreen—I wouldn't even know how to—and if I did I'd only ever change it to something really good—not that you're not good—shit—I mean like, a good photo of the sky or a nice group shot or a pic of my dog—not that I think you're like my dog—you're really pretty—not that my dogs not pretty—it's a different type of pretty, you know? You wouldn't compare apples to oranges—no wait—that's not right…"
Jean looks to the ground as he trails off—not daring to meet your eyes. He could feel the tips of his ears burning. His face felt hot. His heart was racing wildly.
God. That was a mess.
“Jean?”
He continues avoiding your eyes, willing the ground to open up and swallow him right where he stood.
“Jean?” You ask again, “Is this photo from my instagra—”
“You weren’t supposed to see that.” Jean says quickly.
You look at him for a second—watching his chest rise and fall rapidly, and seeing how his hands are beginning to shake—and you take a step towards him.
“Jean, would you please look at me?”
He doesn't.
“Baby, I’m serious,” you try not to smile at his stubbornness, “it's very, super, extremely important that you look at me right now.”
You step in front of your boyfriend, placing your hands on his cheeks and angling his head so he is forced to look at you.
“I’m not mad, Jean. I’m not upset or confused or embarrassed, or whatever it is that you think I'm feeling right now.”
Jean furrows his eyebrows, but he doesn’t dare to interrupt.
“I love it. A lot. And I can't believe I didn’t know—wait, is this what Eren was teasing you about the other day?”
Jean nods, and you're unable to stop the smile that lights up your face.
“Oh my god… you’re the sweetest guy ever.”
You move your hands from his face, and instead settle your arms around his waist, pulling him ever so slightly closer to you.
“Why didn't you want me to know?”
“I don’t know… I think maybe I thought it was too soon…?” Jean says, his voice rising as he reaches the end of his sentence.
You shake your head.
“It’s not too soon, definitely not at all. I love it, okay?”
“Okay.” Jean smiles.
“Just promise me one thing—”
“Anything.”
“Next time you want a photo for your lockscreen, just ask me. I don’t want you to be forced to use the same photos that everybody gets to see. I want you to have something special.”
Jean feels his cheeks flare up with warmth at your words, but he nods his head.
Satisfied, you untangle your arms from around his waist and plop yourself down on the sofa, holding his phone out towards him.
Jean’s puzzled look causes you to let out a small giggle.
“Baby… You won, now come over here and order me some Chinese food.”
Jean grins, his cocky winner demeanour suddenly returning as he sits down next to you, flopping himself practically on top of you and slinking his arm around your shoulder.
“Give me that phone babe, it's time for the winner to choose the dinner.”
#he's so cute I want him so bad#want to pepper his face in kisses#mwah mwah mwah fr#jean kirstein fic#jean kirstein x reader#jean kirschtein x reader#jean kirschtein fic#sage.fics#aot fic
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I don't wanna touch you (I don't wanna be) / Just another ex-love (you don't wanna see) / I don't wanna miss you (I don't wanna miss you) / Like the other girls do
eren jaeger x reader
content - alcohol consumption, hangover mention, new relationship, friends to lovers, new relationship anxiety, gn but Eren has had ex-girlfriends, comfort
words - 1.5k
reputation event masterlist
You press the shot glass to your lips, shivering slightly, the cool glass sending goosebumps down your neck. You swallow with a shudder. Vodka. Your eyes narrow, scanning across all the faces surrounding the table of alcohol in front of you—Mikasa, Armin, Reiner, Jean, Marco, Sasha, Connie and Eren.
“Eren, that was your idea wasn't it?” You ask, but you know you're right. Everyone knows that you practically swore off all vodka shots after your last disastrous, horrendously terrible hangover, but only Eren would be cruel enough to suggest giving you one despite knowing this.
The group burst out laughing, solidifying your guess as correct. Eren has an oddly sheepish look on his face, but you know he doesn't regret his choice.
“It was flavoured!” He laughs. “You love raspberries!”
You roll your eyes, and as the group disperses—your go being the last in this round of truth or dare—you move towards where Eren is standing, giving him a light shove as he watches you with a gleam in his eyes.
“How come you didn't want to answer your truth? I thought it was a fair question.” He brings his cup up to his lips, and the smell of rum and coke wafts into your face.
He looks good tonight, oddly put together and well dressed for the occasion—a party at Connie and Jean’s place. He even texted you, about 3 hours before the party started, to ask you what you were planning on wearing. You'd told him something blue, probably a navy, and here he is, wearing a navy hoodie with a pair of black jeans.
“You know damn well why Eren, it's too soon. It's bad enough Mikasa caught us making out at her party last month, I don't want everybody asking questions about our relationship yet, we've barely adjusted to being more than friends.” Eren turns towards the table. “I can't imagine getting the third degree from Sasha every time I come back from spending a night with you. I don't want to answer all the questions people have when you go from friends to more. I just want us to remain in our little bubble for a while longer, before we start talking about us with the group.”
Eren turns back to face you as you finish your mini rant, and presses a shot glass into your free hand. It's pink again. Raspberry. You wordlessly accept it, and clink the glass against the one Eren holds in his hand—his is clear, likely the unflavoured version of what you're drinking.
“Cheers!” You both say, and you grimace as you swallow your second shot of the evening. Somehow it tastes even worse than the first one, and your face contorts in discomfort as the liquid runs down your throat.
You watch as Eren takes the glass from your hand, and he places both shot glasses—now empty—down behind him without looking away from you. Something stirs in your stomach, a familiar rise of want, and you try to squash it before it can take a hold of you—the last thing you need is to sneak off to some dark corner of the house and get caught making out, again.
“I'm sorry about the question.” Eren's face is flushed, whether from the alcohol or something else you're not sure, but there's a slightly guilty tone in his voice that makes you feel embarrassed for how you reacted.
“It's okay, really, I didn't mean to go so hard in that rant. Of course it's nice that people care about us, and our relationship. I just don't want to share those moments yet, those firsts, and the story of how we finally got together. I want to keep those things to myself, for us, a little while longer. You know?”
Eren nods, and silently grabs your hand, leading you towards the edge of the room, further from the music and the shouting coming from the latest round of cards against humanity—Connie's losing.
Eren brings a hand up to cup your cheek. “We're okay you know. It doesn't matter what the others think, the teasing from Jean and Connie, it's basically irrelevant. And you know they don't mean any harm by it.”
You let out a small huff, a half laugh, and Eren swipes his thumb across your cheekbone, catching a tear that you hadn't even realised you'd shed.
“It's the alcohol, I'm fine.” You say, mostly to persuade yourself. The tears surprised you, and you didn't want to make it worse by acknowledging it—the anxiety of a new relationship, the fear of ruining your friendship with Eren, the worry of making the friend group uncomfortable.
“I know you're fine.” You let out a surprised spluttery laugh as Eren wiggles his eyebrows. “But it's okay if you aren't fine. You can tell me, even if it's something silly.”
You take a breath, suddenly feeling like saying anything would be enough to cause your chest to crack wide open. Your palms are sweaty, the room is practically spinning, and your lip quivers. But your thoughts have been sat, festering in your mind for long enough, their weight pressing down on your chest. You need to set them free before they burst out of you of their own accord.
“I don't wanna touch you, in front of our friends, family, in private, whenever, if there's any possibility that this isn't going to last—that this isn't going to be serious. I'm terrified of our friendship being lost. What happens if we don't make it and then we can't be friends again?” You pause, and take a deep breath. Eren's eyes are locked onto yours, and he nods almost imperceptibly to encourage you to continue. “I don't wanna be just another one of your ex-loves that you don't wanna see. I don't wanna miss you like the other girls do. I want us to last, I love being with you and I don't want to lose that.”
Eren wordlessly brings you into his arms, securing you against his chest. One of his hands rests on the back of your head, and you can feel him gently running his thumb back and forth to help sooth you.
It's a while before Eren speaks, he weighs the options in his head, trying to decide how to phrase what he wants to say. He'd be lying to himself if he said he hadn't had similar thoughts—ruining your friendship was not something he ever wanted to do—but he wants this. He wants you.
“I know how you feel.” You angle your head upwards to get a better look at Eren, his arms sit loosely around your waist now. “And although I’m also terrified of losing you, I don't think I want to stop dating you because of it. I'd never want that. I love that I get to see you tonight, laughing and joking with all of our friends, taking shots and dancing with Mikasa and Sasha, knowing that I get to go home with you. That at the end of the night I'm the one that you're going to be kissing. Me.” He says the last word in a whisper, almost as if he can't believe what he's saying. “You are not like anyone else I've ever dated, everything with you is different. It's more special, and I am going to do everything I can to keep you next to me for as long as possible. Does that sound good?”
You nod, and you're about to speak when Reiner runs up to you, seemingly out of breath despite only coming from the other side of the room.
“You guys good?” He doesn't wait for a response. “It's Eren’s turn in card against humanity and Connie is getting fidgety waiting—he's a terrible loser—will you be over soon?”
Eren turns to look at you, and you smile, nodding again.
“We are on our way.” Eren says, standing up straight and giving a mock salute as if this was the most urgent situation that requires the utmost seriousness.
Reiner heads back towards the table, and Eren moves to grab your hand once again. You hold him back from following Reiner, just for a second, and place your hands behind his head. You bring his lips down to meet yours, smiling ever so slightly into the kiss. He snakes his arms around your waist, and you're unable to stop yourself from giving the hair at the back of his neck a small tug. A low groan escapes his lips, but you pull away before anything more heated can happen—you know people must be watching, and you feel your cheeks heat up at the thought. But you couldn't resist.
“You're pretty cool, you know that?” You say, as you walk towards the table.
Eren smirks. “I know, but you can remind me anytime.” You roll your eyes, giving him a small shove as he pulls out a chair for you to sit on.
The two of you sit next to each other at the table, knees touching, as Connie tries round after round to play the best cards he has, desperate to win the game. (He doesn't win though, Mikasa does.)
#this is so:( soft actually#me when i have relationship anxiety but also love friends to lovers<3#tehehe#eren jaeger x reader#eren yeager x reader#eren jaeger fic#eren yeager fic#eren jaeger x you#eren yeager x you#sage.fics#reputation.event#eren x reader#eren jaeger fanfiction#eren yeager fanfiction#sage.event
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all eyes on him — eren jaeger
˗ˏ✎ synopsis: - you spend time watching eren, getting to know him and his friends, until one night you don't spot him at a party, and you come to realise that he's noticed you noticing him
˗ˏcontent - gn reader, college au, alcohol mention, slight peer pressure to drink but not really, reader is at a party, eren loves attention
˗ˏwords - 1k
˗ˏnotes - i truly don't know where this came from..it started as a small thought and i got a tad carried away with the idea + practically wrote this all in one sitting, it's not proofread, enjoy<3
you meet eren through mikasa, and from the moment she introduces you to him you can't help but think "how can someone like mikasa be friends with a guy like eren?" he comes off as outrageously self centred and cocky, and you've heard whispers about him from almost every corner of campus. he's loud, obnoxiously so, and it seems like it's practically impossible for him to attend all his lectures unless prompted by some outside force (namely mikasa or armin, or the occasional threat of expulsion).
he reminds you—odd though it may seem—of tinkerbell. it's almost like clockwork, the way that at every party he attends he always finds some excuse to have everyone's eyes on him. you don't notice it at first, too caught up in the whirlwind of socialising with new people—shots keep getting past to you, tall guys (one with a buzzcut and another with what appears to be a pinkish mullet, although it's hard to tell in the dim lighting) who claim to be friends with mikasa crowding around you, laughing and joking with you like you've known them for years, a dark haired girl fussing around you, and loudly asking if you'd want to get food after this. but as you assimilate to your surroundings, getting more and more comfortable with this group of people you've found yourself in—you soon learn that the tall guys' names are connie and jean, respectively—you begin to watch eren, in those brief moments before he's called everyone's attention, and it's hard to put your finger on what look he has written on his face, but it makes you feel as though you're watching something that wasn't meant to be seen. like seeing an actor talking with a co-star just off stage, hidden almost fully behind the curtain, and watching their face transform when they set foot on stage. it's as if eren's mask slips down, just long enough for you to get a look at the face underneath, before he's pulling it back on and yelling at the crowd—daring himself to down what's left in his vodka bottle and perform as many front flips in the garden as he can before he throws up.
it's not long before eren notices you watching him. one night at a party—hosted by some guy named reiner—you realise, as jean presses a glass of water into your hand, that eren was nowhere to be found. your eyes scan the tightly packed kitchen, looking for that mop of dark hair, but find nothing. you excuse yourself and manage to squeeze into the living room, although it is considerably less cramped, there is still no sign of eren. your eyebrows furrow, and you're about to turn back to where you came from, when a cool hand grabs your wrist and pulls you towards a door you hadn't even noticed. it leads into a surprisingly spacious bathroom, and as your eyes scan the room you realise with a start that the bathroom door has just been closed—leaving you with an odd ringing in your ears. the silence is almost deafening, and you notice dimly that the door has been locked as well, a small ‘click’ echoing in your ears. you turn towards your wrist, and your eyes land on the hand that rests there. it's still gripping you, and you find that you aren't surprised by the voice that brings you out of your daze.
“I've noticed you watching me, you know.” eren says.
your cheeks heat, and you feel that all too familiar eruption of butterflies in your stomach. worry clouds your mind, the possibility that you've ruined your newly made friendships has you gnawing at your cheeks. you're about to speak, to defend yourself in some way, explain your actions, when erens voice interrupts your thoughts again.
“i like it.”
your eyes snap up to his. temporarily forgetting your anxieties, your hands fly upwards, coming to rest at the back of eren’s head. your fingers thread through his hair and without warning his lips are on yours. your eyes widen, erens hands are now gripping your waist, his tongue runs across your lower lip, and you feel him bite it gently. but before you have a chance for your brain to catch up with his actions, eren pushes himself away from you, as if your touch burns him.
you tilt your head questioningly, your hands dropping limply to your sides. he's now stood as far from you as he can, his knees hitting the edge of the bath as he staggers backwards. there's something about his stance that makes you want to reach out, and although you can't see his eyes, you're almost sure that the glimmer of want you glimpsed a few seconds ago is still there.
“ere—” you start. the sound of your voice seems to stir eren from his thoughts, and just as fast as he vanished from your arms, he suddenly reappears in front of you.
his mouth opens and closes multiple times, the words seem to disappear from his tongue each time he goes to speak. you wonder what storm is brewing inside his head, and you want nothing more than to let him spill it onto you, as though you are the land that was made to handle such a heavy downpour.
when he says nothing, you move to thread your hands behind his head once again. he lets you, and slowly he brings his forehead down to yours. you stand still, unsure of what to do—unsure more so of the confusing sequence of actions that led you to this moment.
the two of you stand this way—foreheads together, your arms around eren's neck and his hands gripping your waist tightly—for what seems like hours. a sharp knock on the door breaks you apart, eren tears himself from your grasp, and you can do nothing but watch silently as he unlocks the door and disappears from your view without so much as a word. your cheeks flush as someone drunkenly stumbles into the bathroom—the source of the knock, you assume—a knowing look in their eyes as you flee from the bathroom, your mind swirling with questions and your heart fluttering wildly.
#eren is giving mirrorball in this and i kind of love it i cant lie#this eren... i am so enamored with u#i want to dissect him#want to eat him#GOD#this was so much fun to write#and i want to write more of thisss#eren jaeger x reader#eren yeager x reader#eren jaeger x you#eren yeager x you#eren jaeger fic#eren yeager fic#sage.fics
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castles crumbling
— 4.8k words, rated teen
#iam posting this Literally right as i go to sleep so hey good morning goodnight .#Please be kind to me this fic took 4 months to finish for literally no reason#sage.fics#dnf fic
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see the limelight
dnf from hannah’s pov! / 3k words, rated teen
#like arguably the most self indulgent thing i’ve ever written#hannah pov is my niche like truly icould just write fics like this forever and ever#sage.fics#dnf fic
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a blank page, a rewrite
— 7.7k words, rated teen
— developing relationship, slice of life, time skips, introspection, my george fell first manifesto
#i’ve been so inactive here lately imso sorry LIKE HEY IM BACK#defeating the writers block allegations .#sage.fics#dnf fic#dnf
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they don’t need evidence (isn’t it evident?)
dnf explicit 2k words . just a tiny little thing inspired by. Well. Take a guess
#i wasn’t even going to Try to write this all in one sitting it just kind of Came out of me all at once .#idont even know. Somehow this happened#sage.fics#dnf fic
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letting go (of everything but you)
dnf | 12k words | rated teen
TOUR FIC!! musician!dream + faceless streamer!george, secret relationship, light hurt/comfort, getting together
#I AMMMMM SO EXCITED ABT THIS ONE my favourite thing i’ve written in a minute#i rly hope u enjoy this fic was So so fun to write#sage.fics#dnf fic#dnf
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we could call it even
dnf, 10k words, rated mature
— established relationship, angst with a happy ending
— my fic for the folklore + evermore collection!!
#iwent through misery trying to get this done please support me.#I NEED A BREAK FROM WRITING ANGST.#dnf#dnf fic#sage.fics
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