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[elysiandream144]

Hi can I get a Levi x reader with a jealous Petra where reader is a short and cute newest addition to their squad. Her skills out in the field is exceptional and she’s so graceful taking down a Titan that Levi has had an eye on her for a long time but like away from fighting, she’s a shy blushy little thing and Levi finds that so endearing. Petra starts noticing how her dear captain is around reader and once stumbled upon them in his office after an expedition with reader cleaning up Levi’s wounds and she heard and saw how soft he was around her

OMG ANON THAT'S SO CUTE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Pairing: Levi x Reader Genre: fluffy fluff and some pining and some jealousy from Petra's side, and a lil bit of swearing but no other warnings !

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"Captain Levi will be supervising today's training," Section Commander Hange said and everybody tensed up about it.

You looked at your comrades beside you, wearing those looks of utter doom. Everybody knew how harsh Captain Levi was when it came to training.

"He's looking for a new member in his squad, so you guys try and give it your best!"

Sure, you had been a scout for a while now, and your solo titan kills was an impressive number, 17. But still, you had always been insecure and tomorrow would be no exception.

But you did great and it was surprising to you, but no wonder to everybody else when Captain Levi decided for you to enter the Special Operations squad. You got very well along with all your comrades and Petra was more than happy to have another girl in the squad.

Or so you thought.

Today's expedition was particularly tricky, but the Captain had trained and prepared you all well. It wasn't until a few hours later that titans were sighted and the front squads were getting butchered.

"Levi!" Erwin growled from ahead. It was only the Special Operations Squad that could handle the situation.

"Engage!" Levi ordered and all five of you followed your Captain towards the titans. They were many. At least five, between 3 and 7 metres each. One seemed to be an abnormal. Levi took it upon himself to deal with it.

Oluo went for the legs of a three metre titan and Eld went straight for the nape once the titan had crashed down and been immobilised. Gunther and Petra worked on another and a gigantic hand came for you, but you jumped off your horse and you climbed on it, expertly carving your way to the nape, giving it a powerful slice and knocking the titan down with a single move.

Another titan came for you and you sliced off the fingers that were heading to grab you. You hooked your ODM to its chest, then its forehead and you stabbed your swords into its eyes. Before you had the chance to head for the nape, your Captain sliced the nape for you, but another titan was heading for him.

It caught Levi between its teeth and he cursed loudly. "Captain!" You cried out and you went straight for the mouth, slicing it open all the way to the cheek and releasing him. You sliced off its nape and you landed down beside him to check up on him. Your heart thrummed hard beneath your chest.

You couldn't have humanity's strongest die just because he was trying to help you on your first mission as a special ops member. You placed a hand on his shoulder and you looked at him. You caught a glimpse of his face twisting in pain momentarily but it disappeared right away.

"Captain!" Petra cried out as she and the rest rushed with their horses but Levi looked at them all reassuringly.

"I'll alright. Everybody alive?" Levi asked and everybody nodded.

"Yes, sir!"

"Good, ride ahead with the others. Y/n and I will be catching up," Levi ordered and everybody did as he had asked. Petra hesitated slightly. Just what did the Captain want with you? Still, she obeyed and rode ahead.

"I'm so so so sorry, Captain, you're probably wounded and it's all my fault, please forgive me, I will leave the squad if you want me too, I swear, just don't ever try to do that again, I can fend for myself, I don't want you getting hurt and-"

"Brat," He cut you. A sharp pain shot through his stomach but he was doing a good job at not showing it. "You talk... way too fucking much," He picked himself up, mounting his horse with a pained grunt and you worried even more. "It wasn't your fault," he looked down at you. "You did a great job taking those three bastards out,"

A bright smile spread across your lips. "T- Thank you, sir!"

"Now, c'mon,"

"Yes, sir!"

Getting complimented like that by Humanity's Strongest was a big deal. That smile did not leave your face for the rest of the day. He really meant it, didn't he? If your Captain thought you were good at this, then you really must be.

You returned back to Shiganshina with no other ordeals, thankfully. You had reached the Survey Corps Headquarters of Trost by dusk. Eld and Gunther kept talking about good you were, taking down those titans on your own. Oluo gave you the closest thing to a compliment he could manage 'not as good as I'd do, but not bad, kid' and everybody laughed.

But Petra was silent and you couldn't tell whether she was tired or you had done something wrong, but you paid it no mind. Everybody was exhausted after the expedition so, it wasn't too late in the night when everybody went straight to their quarters.

You were on your way to your quarters too until Section Commander Hange gave you a few papers to deliver to your captain. You stood in front of his door, a pile of folders on one hand, hugging them against your chest, and the other knocked on his door.

You could've sworn you heard a muffled 'shit' coming from inside. "Fucking come in and leave quickly!" Levi called out and you bit your lip. You had a bad feeling about this.

Still, you walked in and left the papers on his desk fast, and when you looked up you found him in front of a large mirror, with a needle and a metallic string. His bare back was turned on you, but you peeked at the reflection on the mirror and he had quite a nasty wound on his left side of his ribs.

"Oh my! Captain! You're wounded! I knew you were wounded!" You rushed to his side so that you could take a better look at his wide open, bleeding wound. "Oh God..."

"Tsk, just... get out of here, brat," he tried to stitch himself but every movement was making him hiss.

"Why are you not in the infirmary?!"

"We... just got back from an Expedition. It's full right now, brat,"

He was right about that. You pulled his arm around your shoulders and you guided him to his desk. You needed to lie him down. You emptied the surface of his desk, placing everything on that coffee table in the middle of the room.

"I need you to lie down. I'll stitch that wound up for you," you helped him lie on his back on the desk. He let out a curse as pain shot through him and you placed your hand on his forehead. He was warm. "Shit, how much blood did you lose?"

He grunted. "Don't fucking know... a fuck ton,"

"Right,"

You disinfected his wound with a bottle of alcohol and a clean rag, he groaned slightly at the sting and you used the needle and the string to begin stitching him. You were done in no time. You were skilful at this and he hadn't even known you could do this.

"You're good at this," Levi said as he watched your delicate fingers stitch him up.

You gave him a sweet smile. "My mother was a nurse,"

Was. He had no right to ask, but the fever wasn't helping him think clearly either. "What... what happened to her?"

Your smile faded slightly. "Well... she died from the plague when I was thirteen. Can never be too careful around patients,"

Levi sighed when you cut off the string with a pair of scissors and you cleaned up the excess blood with the alcohol-dipped rag. "My... my mother died from the plague too," he said and your eyes widened.

You never thought your captain was a man who could open up about something like this. Everybody knew he had come from the Underground but nobody knew what he had been through, but he was opening up about it to you because you would understand.

It meant so much to you. You wiped the sweat off his forehead with the rag and you only ended up cupping his cheek. His argent eyes met yours and you couldn't help smiling down at him fondly.

"I bet she was a wonderful woman," you said softly and his hand reached for your cheek, cupping your face in his palm, running his rough thumb across your cheek.

You had no idea what was happening, but you didn't want it to stop.

Little did you know, that Petra had just passed by outside and was now peeking on the cracked-open door of his office with a frown on her face.

How dare you come out of nowhere and steal the man she had been striving to impress her entire life? And he had been staring up at you with such fondness - such softness in that look, he had never looked at anyone else like this.

No, Petra would figure out a way to end this.

[elysiandream144]

AHHHH I LOVE THISSSSS!!!!!!

Devil-May-Care

Pairing: demon!Dream / Clay x demon hunter!gn!reader

Summary: [Demon Hunter!AU] When you went in search of the most powerful demon known to mankind, you didn’t expect him to be so charming.

Warnings: a little horror + some violence + tw// weapons (crossbow, gun)

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: this was requested by a passionate anon! i fell in love with the request at first sight and had loads of fun writing this, although i did take some creative liberty with it. i hope you all enjoy :)

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[elysiandream144]

any kind of rough dream smut where he hits it from the back. pleASE e

I’ve been getting SO MANY dream smut requests ya nasties ;) here’s to all of you thirsty hoes

m for mature!

french toast - dream (m)

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dream x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: one early winter morning, you wake up hungry for some food. but little did you know, that clay woke up hungry for something else.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.122

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: nsfw!, dom!dream, sub!reader, cussing, spanking kink, dirty talk, rough sex, gagging, reader taken from behind, hair pulling, choking, unprotected sex, dumbification, subspace.

an intense tightness in your stomach was what woke you up, followed shortly by a loud rumble coming from the same place in a cry out for food. you blinked open your eyes, placing a tired hand over your stomach.

you groaned lowly in hunger, but turned onto your side and closed your eyes again, snuggling into the warmth of your boyfriends chest as you entered a slumber. the sound of quiet snores filled your ears as clay snuggled his face further into the crook of your neck. it didn’t take long though, before your stomach screamed at you again to get your lazy ass out of bed and eat some food.

you let a frustrated sigh escape your lips, and turned around in your spot to look at the time, only to see that it was 06.30 am?! why were you so hungry this early in the morning? you swore quietly at your stomach, knowing fully well that you were not getting any sleep before you fulfilled your stomachs needs. usually it was clay disturbing you in your sleep, not your hunger!

you scooted away from clay slowly, careful not to wake him with your movements, and once you'd successfully gotten away from his warmth, you sat up in the bed and placed your feet on the cold wooden floor. the feeling made you shiver, your body getting chills from the sudden coolness and from not being under the sheets anymore.

you stood up from the bed, slipping the sheets over clays body so he wouldn't get cold. why wasn't the heating on anyway? it’s practically winter for god’s sake! your feet padded across the floor in a rush to get some warm clothes on, and you decided on a hoodie from none other than your boyfriends’ new merch store and, of course, a pair of christmas fuzzy socks.

you walked out of your bedroom, closing the door slightly to give clay his peace and quiet, before heading over to turn the heating on. that way the apartment would be warm in time he’d wake up.

after that was good and done, your stomach decided to roar at you again, just to remind you the real reason you were up this early on a weekend. so, you decided that the perfect way to fill an empty stomach was of course with a christmas classic - french toast. a cinnamon mess of sweetness, that's just a little crisp on the edges, but soft and fluffy in the middle. and the best thing was, that you could add whatever you wanted afterwards. syrup, fruits, caramel… the list could go on.

you got moving before you started drooling too much at the thought, grabbing a frying pan from a drawer and placing it over medium heat. as the butter melted on the pan, you cut some pieces of toast into four smaller pieces, quickly fixing up the batter with a bunch of cinnamon in there, dipping and turning the toast pieces in the batter, and moving them onto the frying pan.

the delicious smell filled up the kitchen quickly, and you couldn’t help but smile pleasantly at the smell. it just made you even more excited for christmas, and the fact that you were finally going to be spending it with clay this year. you flipped the pieces of toast onto the other side to cook, a golden brown showing up on the cooked side. success!

you continued like this for a while - dipping, turning, cooking -, feeling yourself getting warmer as the time went by. you had just managed to flip the last pieces of toast onto the uncooked side, when you felt two large hands grabbing onto the flesh of your hips from behind you. your heart raised slightly out of surprise, and  you turned your head backwards only to see your sleepy mess of a boyfriend standing there.

“well, hey there,” you said, smiling softly at how adorable he looked when tired. he pouted slightly when you turned your focus back on the food, placing his head on your shoulder and wrapping his arms completely around your waist. his body was nice and warm against your back, his fluffy locks of hair brushing against your neck at the way his head was positioned.

“what are you doing up so early?” he asked, voice gruff and slurry with sleep.

“I was hungry,” you shrugged, flipping the last pieces of toast onto the plate, making your breakfast complete. you turned around in his arms to face him, and he pulled away slightly so you could do so. his eyes immediately dropped, staring intently at your chest. you raised an eyebrows. “what are you-”

“is that my merch youre wearing?”

your parted your lips, cheeks heating up as you broke eye contact with him. “yeah. and what about it,” you brushed him off, not wanting to show him he had an obvious effect on you. he gave you a lopsided smirk, tugging at the black material to pull you closer to him. you couldnt fool him. he knew just how embarrassed you could get with stuff like this, and he sure as hell wasn't going to miss the chance to tease you about it.

“I like it,” he grinned, pushing the tips of his fingers ever so slightly up under the hoodie. this only caused you to grow even more flustered, your cheeks a noticeable rosy colour. he stared at you intently, noticing your small reactions to his actions and feeling a sense of confidence form in his chest. he slowly rubbed circles onto the skin of your hipbones, withholding a firm grip on your hips. he leaned down so his face was by your ear and whispered; “you look so pretty wearing my clothes.”

he laughed loudly when you pushed him back, your flustered self avoiding whatever that stupid clown was trying to do in an attempt to show him he had no effect on you. because you knew that if he thought he had an effect on you, that little fucker would never stop teasing you about it. little did you know, he already knew exactly the effect he had on you.

“I’m going to eat my breakfast now,” you said monotonely, raised eyebrows and all to really show him who’s the boss. he giggled quietly to himself as he watched you grab the plate with french toast, and walk towards the dining table, finding it cute how you were acting all mad at him.

there. you did it. and you were almost seated at the table when- no. a big mountain blocked your escape-way, arms crossed in front of his chest as he stared down at you. you slowly looked up at him, sending him an annoyed glare when all you wanted was just to eat your breakfast to fill the needs of your rumbling stomach.

he grabbed the plate from out of your hands, and placed it on the table. the audacity-

“what are you doing, dickhea- ah!”

your view flipped upside down as clay tossed you over his shoulder, you head now face to face with his ass. you gasped at the sudden loss of control, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso in fear of falling if you didn't. you gripped on even tighter once he started walking, eyes widening at the speed he was going at.

“clay, if you don't let me down right now!-”

“what are you gonna do? because from how I see it, you don't really have a choice.”

“clay!” you yelled, snarling at his words (only because you knew they were true). you thought of what you could do, and your mind instantly went to what was literally right in front of you. you let go of him with one hand, raising it up in the air, before landing a loud and hard smack onto his butt.

clay stopped in his tracks at the action, causing you to cling onto him even tighter so you wouldn't fall. the room was silent, the only thing you could hear was your heartbeat raising as the silence continued on for longer than you intended.

you couldnt see it, but clays face had dropped completely. the playful smile that had previously been on his face was completely wiped away, now replaced by a small frown and furrowed eyebrows. so that’s how you wanted to play, huh?

you gulped slightly. maybe you'd overdone it?

“clay, I-”

he started moving again, his feet taking long and fast steps until he finally arrived exactly where he needed you to be. he stilled, before throwing you onto the bed, causing you to bounce slightly on the matress from the impact. you blinked as your eyes adjusted to your surroundings, before looking up at him with wide eyes. he did not look very happy.

“you’re really asking for it, aren't you y/n?” you were shocked at the sudden change of mood, but felt blood rush down to between your legs nonetheless. he rolled his sleeves up, getting closer to your place on the bed, and you moved backwards out of instinct. you knew this wasn't good, and you knew exactly what all of this was leading to next.

his hand wrapped tightly around your ankle before you could scoot any further backwards, pulling you all the way back to the edge of the bed. “please, clay. you know I just act out of reflex,” you just spat out as an excuse, cowering more and more as he towered over you, feeling so little under his intimidating eyes.

“y/n, you know the rules. if you're gonna act like a little brat, then I’m gonna treat you like a little brat.”

you gulped at his words, looking down in shame as you fumbled with your fingers. he took a seat beside you, placing a hand gently on your lower back. you looked up. maybe there was hope-

“bend over my lap.”

your eyes widened, heart racing at what you knew was coming. after all, you’d only ever been spanked by him two times before. you looked away from his eyes, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear and turning away from him, feeling shy all of a sudden.

clay scowled at you. he leaned over, gripping your chin firmly and turning your head back towards him, eyebrows furrowed in impatience. “did I stutter?”

you gulped.

slowly but surely, you lay your body over his lap with your stomach flatly facing his thighs, and he made sure to scoot you upwards more for a better position. his eyes met your ass, the only thing blocking his view from your soft skin those christmassy night shorts you always wore to bed. those were the first to go.

he admired the line of your thong between your asscheeks and how it made your ass look even more plump and soft. he brushed the palm of his hand over one cheek, letting a low sigh escape his lips. you felt your pussy pounding already, the feeling of his growing erection against your crotch not helping your case.

“fuck, y/n. how can you not spend every second of the day looking at your ass?” he squeezed the flesh with one hand, moving your hoodie up to get a better view. “it is truly a masterpiece.”

you blushed at his words, hiding your face in the mattress. even though his words were causing all of this embarrassment, sparks were still shooting downwards, making you wetter by the minute.

his hand caressed your ass gently, making sure to massage the warm skin. you almost relaxed completely under him, eyes closing shut before- SMACK! you gasped at the stinging sensation that the palm of his hand brought to your left asscheek, feeling the need to rub the pain away. you squirmed slightly at the sting, only for clay to spank the same place again, and hold you in place with his other hand.

“don't move,” he growled. you silently obeyed, digging your head into the white sheets and holding onto his thigh for support.

you whimpered when he spanked your other cheek, already knowing that your ass was gonna be red and hurting whenever you sat down tomorrow. then, he spanked you again. and again. and again. you closed your eyes tightly, letting a moan out at the last, most painful spank.

he tutted at you, rubbing the flesh he’d just so carelessly roughed up. you pressed your thighs together as you could practically feel your wetness drip out of you. the action did not go unnoticed by clay.

“you like being spanked, don't you?” he smirked, laughing raspily when you didn’t respond to him, and just hid your face from him. since you weren’t gonna answer him, he’d just have to find out himself. he reached a hand down, finding your warm cunt hidden behind your soaked thong. he groaned at the feeling, his dick getting harder at his new discovery “holy shit, baby, you're so fucking wet.”

you whimpered at his words, the feeling of his fingers rubbing the uncomfortably wet fabric against your pussy making you even more needy for him to just pull them right off and get on with it. he chuckled at your state, removing his fingers completely from your throbbing cunt and popping them in his mouth to roll his tongue around the sweet arousal you’d left on them, a satisfied grin stuck on his face once licking them completely clean.

“I can already taste so much of you, and I haven't even started yet.” you felt your chest tighten with embarrassment at his words. you were surprised that this turned you on so much - it was like each time you had sex, it got rougher and you started liking it more and more. even if it meant feeling ashamed or embarrassed by his teasing, you still couldnt help but to feel incredibly turned on by how exciting things were becoming with you and him. you remembered that in the start of your relationship he was keeping it on the low, so he wouldn't overstep any boundaries. but you started getting the feeling that he wasn't enjoying it that much - that something was missing and was kept deep down in him. so, you confronted him. and that's how you ended up here - over his lap and completely under his submission. just how he liked it, and how you had grown to like it.

clay placed his hands on your waist, lifting you off of him and onto the bed with your back pressed to the mattress. you were out of breath already from your heart beating so fast, eyes wide as you looked up at him with feign innocence. clay couldnt wait to see those beautiful eyes of your roll to the back of your head.

you could practically see his dick throbbing in his joggers, bulging out and waiting to be surrounded by your tight walls. it was mesmerising, it almost left you drooling, but looking into his eyes kept you from doing so.

“now, here’s what’s gonna happen,” he started, looping his fingers around your underwear, before ripping them off your legs completely and keeping the soaked material in his hand. you gasped at the sudden action. “I’m gonna put this little treat in your mouth.” he shook his hand with your panties in it. “and then I’m gonna fuck you from behind. hard. and I don't want any funny business happening, or I’ll just have to punish you. am I clear?”

your heart was in your throat and you already felt lightheaded at the thought of him fucking you with no mercy. you merely nodded at him, too focused on what was about to happen.

“open up that pretty mouth of yours for me,” he mumbled after seeing your response, and you did so, opening up wide enough for him to stuff your panties into your mouth. the wet material felt uncomfortable in your mouth, and you knew that if you attempted to speak nothing but helpless muffles of words you couldn’t understand would come out. “good girl.” he rubbed your cheek soothingly with the back of his hand, admiring the way you stared up at him with doe eyes and gag in your mouth. the discomfort of his dick still being kept in his pants was getting to him, and he knew he had to get going.

“strip out of your clothes and get on your hands and knees,” he ordered, standing up from the bed to push his joggers down his legs, sighing as he looked at his prominent cock poking out from behind his briefs. you did as told, pulling your hoodie off and getting onto your hands and knees, ass facing him and giving him the perfect view of you red cheeks. he groaned at the sight - he couldn’t help it - and pulled his briefs off, his dick slapping against his stomach causing him to emit a quiet hiss. he could already see the precum seeping out of the tip, veins popping out and waiting to enter your pretty pussy.

he climbed onto the bed again, letting you wait in anticipation as he went on his knees and gripped your hips tightly, squeezing the flesh between his fingers as he looked at your plump ass again. he bit his lip and couldnt stop himself from landing a hard slap against one cheek, enough to leave an imprint of his hand. the unexpected impact made you cry out, silenced by the gag, but still loud enough to make him smile with pride.

when he entered you he didn't even hesitate to go hard at first, and slammed his hips into you hard enough to send you shooting forward on the bed, falling with your face diving into the pillows with a thud. you both groaned out in unison at the desired pleasure. even though you were so wet, your walls were still so tight around his dick, and that just made him wanna go even harder.

“fuck!” he moaned out, adjusting his hands on your hips before moving his own hips back and forth, ramming into you with harsh and fast movements. the motion rocked you back and forth on the bed, your mouth forming into an ‘o’ as you choked out a moan through the gag

“clay! holy shit,” you cried out, closing your eyes tightly with pleasure. he grunted and smacked your ass once, twice, before placing soft kisses along the small of your back.

the room started filling up with the sound of skin slapping together, heavy pants and sweet moans of pleasure rolling off your lips the more he continued his pace. the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you this fast was ethereal, and left you so lost in pleasure that you couldn’t even utter out any noises. all you could do was just take it, even if the pleasure was overwhelming and sent you into a state of feeling like you were up in the clouds.

clay on the other hand, could feel that something was missing. he needed to see your face - how dumbfucked you looked right now, and what your expressions looked like as he pleasured you with his cock. it was frustrating that he couldn’t see your face, but he didn't wanna switch positions. (doggy style is lowkey his fave, but you didn't hear it from me ;))

he slowed his movements down a bit so it was easier for him to read forward, wrapping his fingers around your neck, and pulling you up from the mattress so you were on your knees, back resting against his chest. you gasped at the sudden pressure he was putting on your oesophagus, your oxygen cutting off slowly as he tightened his grip.

“you look so good when I fuck you like this,” he muttered into your ear, taking your earlobe into his mouth and nibbling slowly with his teeth. you let out a strangled moan at his words, eyes crossing as he sped up his pace again, his other hand gripping your hip. “such a good girl.” he turned your face to his with the grip he had on your neck, admiring the fucked out expression on your face. he couldn’t stop himself from pulling your panties out of your mouth, smashing his lips onto yours with his teeth clashing with yours and his grip on your neck tightening further, sure to leave a mark on your skin.

you felt your eyes well up with tears of pleasure and lack of oxygen, and knew that if you didn't make him stop soon, you'd pass out right there. you lifted a shaky hand up to grip his wrist as tight as you could, signalling that you couldn’t breathe anymore. clay knew what it meant, instantly letting go of your neck. he pulled away from your lips in time to see the tears running down your cheeks, blood rushing to his dick at the sight. though it turned him on, he wiped your tears away and rubbed your cheek gently as you tried to catch your breath again.

he knew you were close by the noises you let out - whine after whine, and your thumb coming down to play with your clit even though you really weren't allowed to. clay furrowed his eyebrows, immediately slapping your hand away. you were either too lost in pleasure to remember the rules, or you knew exactly what you were doing. either way, he wrapped his hand around your hair, tugging tightly so your head fell bak against his sweaty shoulder.

you screamed at the feeling, pain searing through your scalp. when clay felt your walls closing around him, he let himself pull again, looking down at your face. you whimpered at him, and he knew that he couldn’t hold back his orgasm for much longer.

“cum with me, baby,” he grunted, and you moaned back as a response. he released you hair, letting you position yourself the way you wanted to as he sped his pace up and made sure to go so deep. deep enough to hit that fleshy spot in the very depths of your pussy - deep enough to leave you falling onto the bed, eyes rolling back and juices flowing out of you faster than you could comprehend. your walls were clamping and unclamping around him, and clay threw his head back, yelling out as his cum came shooting into your cunt.

he stilled his motions, keeping the cum gathered inside of you as you both tried catching your breaths again. you were completely limp on the bed, conscious, but very tired and oversensitive.

once he’d caught his breath, he finally pulled out of you, watching as his cum mixed with yours came streaming out of you. if he didn't know you were too sensitive now, he would've eaten you you right now like you were his last meal. he stood from the bed and went into the bathroom as you lay on the bed, still in subspace and seeing black dots spotting your vision.

clay came back after quickly drying the cum off his dick, crawling onto the bed and carefully turning you around. he kissed your cheek sweetly, rubbing his thumb over the spot afterwards and smiling gently at you. he made sure to be very cautious of your sensitivity as he cleaned you up with a warm cloth, only hearing you wince twice.

when you were finally back from subspace he’d just entered the room again, a glass of water in one of his hands. he smiled at you as he walked to your side of the bed. “here, drink this.” he waited till you sat up to hand you the water, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and placing a hand on your knee as he watched you drink it all. “you okay? I don't think I've ever seen you so gone before.”

he laughed once you nodded in response to his question, weakly punching his shoulder at the last part of his sentence. “don't be so cocky, I’m still conscious aren't I?” you raised an eyebrow at him. he raised one back, left side of his mouth lifting up in a smirk.

“is that a challenge?”

you shook your head, shrugging it off as a playful joke, even though you fully knew that he was being completely serious. he laughed at you, placing a soft kiss on your lips. he lingered a bit until pulling away to lay beside you.

“we’ll see.” he wrapped his arms around you and pulled your back to his naked chest. “but for now, let’s cuddle.”

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Perfect Part 2w

Last part of the Perfect Series, the song is by Joriah Kwame. Hope you guys like it!

I notice how she looks at me But I pretend that I don't see It's easier if I let the tension subside I've seen it in the books I read A magic that you cannot see There's no limitations They wear it with pride

Dream and George had gotten closer together, of course Sapnap hung out with them too. Dream and George haven’t talked about the incident that happened between the two of them, they both wanted to forget that day but for different reasons, George felt embarrassed that he nearly ruined a newfound friendship while Dream still felt confusion over his feelings. 

He read online different stories about how other guys came out as bi, pan, gay, he even read young adult books where the main character was gay. 

But the characters I read never act or look like me I can't depend on them to lead me through the right door And what's the point of falling, when I know I'm only stalling? Cause I have to go back home

The characters from the books don't act like him, they have their own struggles to go through just like he does, the fanart of them doesn’t remind him of himself. He’s terrified to accept the fact that he likes guys, every person he went on a date with has been a girl and he doesn’t know how his parents or relatives will react, they had always thought he liked girls and only girls. He didn’t want to fall for someone, he wanted to focus on his streams and studies.

Where I'm just one in the herd Tripping ovеr my words Trying hard to go with the grain Keeping the quirks in my brain I'm on the brink of discovеry, I think But what if I'm dreaming? That's what it seems like

Dream kept his thoughts to himself, he hid his books, cleared his browser, and tried to not say anything about romance to his family. There were a few times when he was talking to George where he was almost caught, he had his headphones plugged in, he was asking George if he would be interested in doing an SMP with him and Sapnap, George made a joke saying how they were gonna place their minecraft beds together. 

Dream’s mom came into the room when Dream’s face was burning due to George’s teasing banter, his mom questioned what was going on but Dream lied saying they were talking about some girl.

Cause this girl thinks I'm part of her world And that new territory's scary If I turn the handle, am I asking for a scandal? Should I try to be ordinary?

Dream tried hard to deny that he is interested in George, that he made his heart flutter every time he’s close to him and what could’ve happened on the day they met. Dream didn’t want to make it feel like he was leading George on or anything, truth be told he wanted to ask George out to a cafe they saw one day but he was nervous, he didn’t want his relatives to get angry at home for dating someone the same gender as him.

Baaah! I've always been a little odd The only pea inside the pod That's not an expression, I'm guessing O well See? That's exactly what I mean I'm just as awkward as I seem Plus, she makes me nervous I hope she can't tell

He hadn’t thought straight since that night at George’s house, he still had good grades but every so often his mind wander and he says the most ridiculous thing when he has to talk and it only gets worse at home, he was taking his sister to the mall to meet up with some friends and she asked about George and Sapnap and Dream blurted out a random word while blushing.

It gets worse when it’s just him and George, they were talking one night and Dream was stuttering in nearly every single one of his sentences, it was out of character for him but George makes him feel vulnerable and that he doesn’t have to worry about having to be the perfect student.

What is it she sees, in this cluster clump of me? Or, could it maybe be I'm going crazy? And hey! Who am I kidding? This isn't some sweet beginning Just a detour to the end!

Dream thought George was interested in him, they sit close when they’re alone and Dream makes George blush quite a few times, but Dream wonders why, if George truly was interested in him, just why. He sees himself as this cluster of mess, always stressing out over his schedule and when he has free time he spends with George talking with him whether it’s on or off stream. Neither of them have spoken about any romances in their lives, and Dream wanted to keep it that way longer to hide, but it’s difficult when their fans ship them both together as well as George with Maia.

Then back to the herd Tripping over my words Trying hard to go with the grain Keeping the quirks in my brain I'm on the brink of discovery, I think But what if I'm dreaming?

When Dream is with family, he tries to act like how he did before meeting George, back into hiding his thoughts, his feelings, he just couldn’t be himself. He thought he was going to get caught a few times, when his aunt and uncles were asking if he finally was with a nice girl but Dream’s mind went straight to George, he felt his face burning slightly and prayed his relatives didn’t notice but luck was not on his side, they question him asking about ‘her’ when it was actually a ‘him’ Dream didn’t say anything other than him needing some fresh air to avoid dealing with that conversation.

Do I rewind? Induce amnesia? Pretend I didn't see her? Succumb to stupid fear? Or just believe in my heart? (Heart) Why play a part?

He was in his room, his phone in his hand and ready to call George. Dream was panicking, for once he didn’t know the answer to his problem, should he confess to not only himself but to his family or should he continue hiding the truth away from everyone. Dream glanced at the photo he has of George for his contact, he let out a small smile before it dropped.

Why follow the herd? Why not trust in my words? Don't wanna go with the grain! Why try to make myself plain? I'm on the brink of rediscovery, I think! So what if I'm dreaming? I like the scene that I'm in!

Dream started thinking, why should he continue hiding and acting like a person who he knows he’s not. He didn’t want to be in hiding anymore, he wasn’t going to let his fear control him, he didn’t want to be the same as his family for the price of his happiness. Dream ran out of the room, he told his family that he had to go do something important. His relatives were cheering for him to get the girl and Dream just smiled and corrected him saying “Him, not her” and immediately ran to his car and drove to George’s house.

And this girl is a part of this world The thought of being normal's far more scary I'll be brave and I'll be kind I'll make a choice and change my mind I will mess up all the time They'll say I'm weird, but I'll be fine I'll be anything but ordinary!

Dream knocked on the door a few times before coming face to face with George’s mom “HI, is George home? I have something important to tell him” He told her “He’s in his room… is something the matter, Clay?” George’s mom responded Clay ignored the lady, jogging to George’s room waving before entering the room.

“Oh, hey Clay! I thought you were busy having family over, what brings you here?” George said in his gaming chair, giving Dream a small smile “I’m sorry for how I reacted on that day, I was scared of what everyone was going to say. I never focused on the whole romantic aspect of life, I thought it was pointless with my busy schedule and then I met you and that changed you were the only thing I could focus on” Dream confessed, George took a moment processing what he had said before his face started to burn bright

“I’m sorry that it took me so long to accept it, I wanna continue being by your side but as your boyfriend if you would let me” Dream said smiling, he was nervous and shaking a bit. George let out a slight laugh, averting his eyes away from Dream “Yeah, I would like it if you were my boyfriend but I don’t want to be a secret Clay” George said “You won’t be! I don’t want to hide anything anymore, I really do like you George” Dream replied 

“You swear?” George asked, Dream nodded, George grinned at Dream “Then, yes I will be your boyfriend” George told Dream, breaking out into a huge smile. Dream walked slightly fast and wrapped his arms around George, small laughs filling the room before Dream planted a kiss on George’s cheek. 

Dream felt happier after being able to accept this side of himself, he wasn’t going to care if his relatives were upset because of the person he loved. He was happy, he was with someone who made him feel this way and accepted him and Dream hoped that his parents would be by his side still but if they didn’t then maybe his siblings will and he has George to help him with everything.

[elysiandream144]

Perfect Part 1 (A Songfic)

Hi! This is my first time writing a BoyxBoy Songfic, it’ll be a 2 part fanfic using the song “Little Miss Perfect” and “Ordinary” I’m hoping you guys like it! Dream and George are both 18 (NOT PROOFREAD)

Straight hair, straight A's, straight forward Straight past,  I don't cut corners I make a point to be on time Head of the student council

Dream was walking down the halls of his school, everyone knew him and his friend, Sapnap. They got good grades and were the jokesters of their schools, they played infamous pranks and jokes in their classes. “I heard that a new kid is coming, aren’t you supposed to meet with him?” Sapnap ask

“I’m supposed to but I had to work on something this morning so Bad was showing him around but I have to talk to him after school to see how he’s adjusting.” Dream replied, “Aw man! I was hoping to ask for a ride home but since you’re busy I might as well just walk” Sapnap said.

I don't black out at parties I jam to Paul McCartney If you asked me how I'm doing I'll say... well 

“Are you gonna go to Fundy’s party this Saturday?” Sapnap ask “I have to, Who else will drive your drunk ass home” Dream answered, Sapnap let out a laugh “Will you have fun or will you be a stick in a mud” he ask another question “You know I don’t get wasted, I’ll have a drink or two but that’s all. Either way I’m the designated driver for the two of us” Dream told Sap

I was adopted when I was two My parents spoiled me rotten, often I ask myself what did I do To get as far as I've gotten

Dream had always tried to be the perfect son so he tried to do many things to be that, he got good grades, does after school curriculums, doesn’t get wasted at parties, head of the student counsel and many others. He wanted his parents to be proud of him for being able to do so much while also volunteering at his community as well as doing twitch streams.

A pretty girl walks by my locker My heart gives a flutter but I don't dare utter a word 'Cause that would be absurd Behavior for "Little Miss Perfect"

The bell rang, “Alright, I’ll see you later. I have to get to Physics” Dream said, waving to Sapnap, “See ya” Sapnap replied. Dream started walking to his class, a few others already there. “I heard we’re gonna have a new kid in this class” A random girl said “I hear that he’s really cute and that he moved here from the UK!” her friend said. They were talking quite loudly and soon enough nearly everyone was talking about the new kid

“Alright class, settle down. We have a new student joining us” The teacher said. He was in front of the Whiteboard. A boy, shorter than Dream, entered the room, he wore a light blue shirt, dark blue denim jeans, black converse and a pair of white clout glasses on his head. “Go ahead and introduce yourself” The teacher said “Hello, my name is George” the boy said  

La-la-la-la-la- love Is something I don't even know

Dream’s eyes widen, he didn’t believe in true love or any of those romantic bullshit but he remembered hearing George’s voice before on twitch, he was looking for someone to raid and he stumbled up an account ‘GeorgeNotFound’, he watched a bit of the stream before raiding and continued watching George. Dream remembered how his chat after Dream had donated 10 dollars to George, he felt his face flush.

Straight hair, straight A's, straight forward Straight girl "Little Miss Perfect" That's me

“George, why don’t you go ahead and sit down next to Clay?” The teacher said “Clay, raise your hand please” They added, Dream did as the teacher asked of him, George making his way to the empty desk that was behind Dream. “Now if you have any question, feel free to ask Clay. he’s one of my best students” 

George nodded to the teacher, he didn’t talk to Dream and Dream didn’t attempt to strike a conversation. 

One night, my friend stayed over We laughed And drank and ordered Something about her drew me in... What? It's totally platonic

After school, Dream met George at the front of the student council room “Oh hey, Clay right?’ George asks ‘Yeah, but everyone calls me Dream” He replied “Cool, I was told to come here to answer a few questions I believe” George said “Yeah, just a few questions” Dream said.

When Dream was done asking George the questions, he was preparing to leave until George had asked if Dream could go to his place to help with physics. Dream agreed to help for a while.

That night, was so exciting Her smirks were so enticing Hours speed by like seconds Then, what happens is iconic

Once they arrived at George's house, they settled in the living room. No one else was in the house, George's parents were at work and George had no siblings so it was just them alone together. They sat next to each other, Dream answered any question George asked him, “Are you hungry? I can order us Ubereats if you would like” George asked Dream “Sure, I can go for something to eat” Dream answered 

They had gotten their food and their drinks and spent a while just talking and watching tv, although they wouldn’t say it out loud but even if they had just met that day they were fond of being in the other company

She takes a sip I bite my lip She tells a joke I nearly choke She braids my hair I sit there, blacking out for the first time

During their episode of a show they weren’t remotely paying attention to, Dream was telling a hilarious story that happened between him and Sapnap that had made George laugh. Dream trailed off and realized how cute George was when he was laughing, it made his face flush and he looked away from George to hide his burning face.

Next thing I know I lose control I finally kiss her but oh no I see a face in my window Then my brain starts to go:

George and Dream had somehow gotten closer together while they were eating, the room felt warmer than before “Should we continue working now?” Dream asked George to try and subside his budding feelings, George nodded. Dream had placed his hand close to where George had his, he was hoping that Geoge didn’t notice what he had done but he didn’t take in account for George to intertwine their fingers together. 

Dream felt his face burning even more, he glanced quickly at George to see if George was suffering though a similar turmoil, George’s pale face was a light reddish pink color. Dream felt a surge of confidence go through him, he went to intertwine their hands completely together until George’s mom entered causing Dream to move his hand away immediately.

Na-na-na-na-na- no You can't risk falling off your throne La-la-la-la-la- love Is something you don't even know

His heart was pounding, he was shaking from the thought of being caught holding hands with someone. For his entire life he never showed any romantic interest towards anyone, sure he went on a few dates with a couple of girls though due to his busy schedule he just figured it was pointless to date someone so he never tried to, but being with George made him feel something entirely new and he wasn’t sure if he liked it or not.

Na-na-na-na-na- no You can't risk falling off your throne La-la-la-la-la-la- love You don't even know

George spared a glance at Dream before moving his hand to his side “Hey mom, this is an acquaintance of mine from school” George said “It’s a pleasure to meet you, it’s getting quite late though, do you plan on staying longer?” His mom asked Dream “Oh! It is getting late, I should get going. I’ll see you tomorrow George” Dream said getting up, throwing his trash away and leaving without waiting for George to respond

Rewind, induce amnesia Deny the truth, it's easier You're just confused Believe her When she says that there's nothing there It's never worth it... When you're "little miss perfect"

When Dream got home, he ran up to his room. He didn’t interact with his siblings or parents. He needed time to be alone, he got a message from a random number ‘Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I hope we can continue being friends tho’ He knew immediately who it was, he wanted to reply but he didn’t know how. He wanted to figure himself out, he had just met George, he didn’t understand why his heart was pounding when they were just hanging out like he did with Sapnap.

Dream was confused, and he didn't like it at all.