#[ and is canon - the ear rubbing while other places are being touched ]

[spiderwarden]

The fact that Minthara is sensitive enough when she's worked up that she's squirmy never ceases to make me want to key smash every time I think of it.

[dipperscavern]

can I be cheeky and ask for riding jon’s face 🫣🫣🫣

yes… oh yes you absolutely can….. i fell asleep last night to the thought of jon snow canonically being a munch (funny enough) — we’re on the same wavelength anon ! (written w shy!reader in mind)

you’ve heard the talk, heard the different ladies from different statures talk about “the act”, and it’s always a different answer. some say it’s mediocre… others, that it’s their favorite way to feel good, and some, say it’s terrible. you’ve heard stories of men never caring about the woman’s pleasure, and how their only purpose was to give them children. the thought made you shudder.

you, yourself, have never had time. time to freely choose who you trust enough to share that sacred experience with (or even touch yourself). the men at castle black are sworn to celibacy, and even if they would abandon their oath for a night with you, you wouldn��t let them. most of the men at the wall are untrustworthy, and you want more than just a quick fuck. even if these thoughts plague you, you’re too busy with your duties to worry about it. a thing you’ve since long accepted.

until jon snow.

you had been there for jon since his arrival at castle black. never batting an eye at his surname, always trying to make his life a little bit easier. there was also the stolen glances, the soft touches you both passed off as “accidental”, the longing for each other. you both remained as merely “close friends”, until things boiled over and you found solace in each others lips. it didn’t go farther than that, the tentative kiss being soft & exploring, and that was okay with you. you didn’t expect more. until you got more.

sometimes, you hate jon for being so easy to talk to. your shy nature has slowly melted away in his presence, and you find yourself unable to be embarrassed about the questions you ask or answer. your late night talks are what keeps jon sane. he wants to know everything about you, and you both would talk till morning if you could (you have before). the topic often shifts, landing on anything and everything on the planet. even “the act”.

imagine jon’s surprise, when the most beautiful & endearing woman he’s ever met drops her gaze to the floor and bashfully tells him she’s never cum before.

jon short circuits. he asks if you want to. he asks if he can make you. and you say yes.

jon snow is a giver. tasting a woman is a pleasure in itself, and he’d tell you as much if you asked. his mind ran a million miles an hour, thinking about all the ways he could make you feel good. it doesn’t take long before the desire to taste you takes a hold of him, and so he does.

“You’re hovering.”

he’s not wrong. you are. you thought you had heard it all, but the act of sitting on someone’s face has clearly alluded your ears. you’re unsure. you don’t want to hurt him.. suffocating the first man you lay with would have you begging the gods to open the ground and swallow you whole. and it’s not just any man, it’s jon.

the soft glide of jon’s fingers across your thigh bring you out of your head. his hands are cold. they feel nice in contrast to your own skin, nerves lit on fire.

“I don’t want to hurt you…”

“You won’t.”

“Jon-”

“Do you trust me?”

he’s steadfast in his reassurance. his thumb has been rubbing circles in your hip while you both have been talking. does he do it all on purpose, or is he just this naturally desirable?

“You know I do, but-“

“Good. Sit.”

you still hesitate, and that’s when jon takes matters into his own hands. his hands stop their tracing, and instead grip your thighs, bringing you down himself.

whatever expectations you had are exceeded tenfold. jon eats you out like a man starved. your head spins with the way you can feel his tongue, exploring you and swiping over your clit. it has white hot pleasure shooting up your spine, and your thighs quiver ever so slightly, but jon’s firm grip keeps you in place. he’s confident in his movements, precise and sure in a way that makes you see stars.

jon thinks he’s found the place where he would be content to meet his demise. you taste so good, and the pretty sounds you’re making have blood rushing straight to his cock. jon has always loved the sound of his name on your lips — whether it be small acknowledgments in passing by, or just mentions in mere conversation. but he’s found he much prefers hearing you moan it.

you’re almost embarrassed how quickly he has warmth building up in your belly, pressure building as he gives you the most pleasure you’ve ever had. he’s giving and giving and giving, and you find yourself selfishly taking all of it. he doesn’t slow down, keeping a steady rhythm that makes the cord in your stomach wind impossibly tighter.

“Jon, I’m-!”

you don’t get to finish your sentence, interrupted by the snap of the cord in your stomach that was previously tightening. pleasure overtakes your nerves, flooding your veins and momentarily removing your ability to speak (or think). jon’s tongue doesn’t stop fully, only slowing down to help you ride out your peak.

you catch your breath, feeling jon kiss the inside of your thighs as small aftershocks have you clenching around nothing. you find yourself seeking his touch (as if he hasn’t been constantly on you), your hand running along the surface of your thigh to find his own. he reaches for you, trapping your own smaller hand beneath his own. it’s reassuring, grounding you back to the present after he brought you so far over the edge.

you move to get off, to let him get up & breathe — but he doesn’t release his grip, keeping you in place. you hear him speak.

“Only once?”

[rafecameronssl4t]

All for her || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: canon fic based of s3 ep4

Warnings: swearing other than that, nothing really

Word count: 665

A/n: this actually concerning how much canon fics I’ve written/abt to write but if anyone has any request for anymore canon fics I’m more than happy to do them :)

MASTERLIST

divider by @yoonitos

As you close the front door to Tannyhill, Rafe is on the phone, pacing slightly. "Yeah, they said, um, two days on the transfer," he says," his voice strained with barely concealed tension. "it's in the works though, no worries," he assures Ward, trying to keep his tone steady as he leads you upstairs.

"Yeah, I'm upstairs, why? You said you wanted to talk about something. What's up?" Rafe questions, sitting on the edge of the bed while you settle into an armchair, your eyes on him, concerned. Rafe's expression shifts from curiosity to apprehension as he listens intently to Ward.

A heavy silence fills the room as Rafe's face drops, the weight of Ward's words hitting him hard. "Everything okay?" you ask softly, your concern growing. "Wait, wait, are you being serious?" Rafe's tone hardens, his confusion mirroring your own as you raise an eyebrow.

Pulling his phone away from his ear, Rafe looks at you with a mix of disbelief and anger. "He's giving away the fucking cross," he states, his voice filled with frustration and disbelief. Your lips part in shock. "I was just with you. What changed since then? What are you talking about?" Rafe returns back to the call, trying to piece together the sudden shift.

Rafe's struggle to maintain his composure is evident. You rise from your seat and rub his back gently, hoping to calm him. "Dad, no, no. Dad," Rafe pleads into the phone. "This cross is mine. You're taking it from me," he exclaims, his voice breaking slightly as he places a hand on your thigh for comfort.

"Listen, this is something that I got through my work, and now you're trying to make yourself feel better by giving away my shit?" Rafe's anger bubbles to the surface as he switches to speakerphone so you can hear. "And you didn't even tell me?"

"This is me telling you right now, son," Ward responds, his voice calm and steady, a stark contrast to Rafe's agitation. Rafe throws his head back in disbelief, his hand coming up to his forehead. "We've done some things, Rafe, you and I, all right?" Ward continues, and Rafe lets out a scoff. "Oh my god."

"Things that we need to atone for, and donating this cross, it's a good first step in the right direction," Ward explains, his tone calm. Rafe shakes his head at you, as you sigh knowing he won't understand his dad's reasoning. "I know that in my heart. Okay?" Ward adds. "I don't know. Maybe if Sarah finds out—"

"Sarah? Sarah!" Rafe interrupts furiously, standing up abruptly. "There it is! That's it!" he exclaims, slamming his hand on the dresser repeatedly, causing you to flinch. "There it is, Dad!" he yells into the phone. "Any more of my shit you wanna steal from me to impress Sarah?" he spits out in annoyance. "Who doesn't even give a shit about you?"

"It's Wilmington. It's tomorrow night. Get a pen. I'll give you the cargo information," Ward's voice is stern, leaving no room for argument. Rafe breathes heavily, his frustration evident. "Calm down, Rafe," you say quietly, coming up behind him and hugging him. At your touch and voice, Rafe begins to calm down.

You pull him onto the couch as he lets out a shaky breath, your thumb rubbing circles on his forearm to soothe him. "For the record, this is bullshit. Okay?" Rafe splutters. "This is my thing."

After a few seconds of silence, Rafe's features shift, and he forces a calm demeanor. "But of course, you can count on me," he says, though you can tell he feels betrayed.

Ward sighs in relief on the other end. "Okay, so listen," he begins. Rafe gets up, finding a pen and paper. "One second. Okay, Wilmington. Tomorrow night. Car 750X. Got it," he repeats, scribbling down the information.

A sudden creak from the floorboard makes both of you look toward the door. You and Rafe exchange a knowing look. "Hey, hang on—hang on. One second," Rafe says as you follow him out the room.

"Hello?" you call out as Rafe looks down the stairs. Another creak comes from the room you were just in. Rafe raises an eyebrow at you before heading back to retrieve his phone and continue the call.

"Yeah, from the wharf to the train yard," Rafe continues, his voice fading as he heads downstairs. You remain in the room, sinking back into the armchair and scrolling through your phone, trying to distract yourself.

Suddenly, another creak catches your attention, making you whip your head around. You find yourself face to face with Sarah, her eyes wide with panic. "Sarah..." you gasp, your eyes widening slightly as you take in her distressed appearance. Realization hitting you that she must have overheard the conversation.

"You shouldn't be here. Rafe will go crazy if he finds out you were here—" you begin, your voice urgent. But before you can finish, Sarah lunges forward, grabbing a lamp from the side table and hurling it towards you. Instinctively, you dodge to the side, the lamp crashing against the wall behind you as Sarah bolts from the room.

Heart pounding, you scramble to your feet and chase after her, calling out, "Sarah!" The urgency in your voice is palpable as you race down the stairs, desperately trying to catch up to her before Rafe sees her.

"Sarah!" you call out, your voice echoing through the hallway as you quickly follow her downstairs. Your heart races as you look around, but Rafe is nowhere to be found. Sarah dashes through the parlor, her footsteps quick and frantic, before she sprints out the front door.

You turn the corner sharply, only to collide with a solid form. The impact nearly knocks you off your feet. "Whoa—whoa, babe. What's wrong?" Rafe's concerned voice cuts through the chaos, his hands coming up to steady you, rubbing your arms in an attempt to calm you down.

"Sarah," you manage to gasp, your mind still reeling from the encounter. "What? What about her—" Rafe's eyebrows knit together in confusion, but you cut him off, the urgency clear in your voice. "Sarah was just here. She heard everything."

[pbueckerslover]

paige bueckers gf head canons pt. 2 ༘⋆🌷🫧💭 ⋆˙

pairing(s): paige bueckers x female!reader

warnings: language, mentions/talks of sex, fluff

-loves braiding your hair any chance she can get

-secretly loves being little spoon and laying in your arms

-will always take care of you when you’re sick or on your period (she’ll buy you all of your fav snacks, drinks and anything that will cheer you up)

-when you’re on your period she’ll rub your stomach and back because she understands the pain and just wants her girl to feel better

-will binge your favorite tv shows and movies with you

-takes you shopping whenever she feels like it because she knows you deserve that princess treatment !!!!

-loves to surprise you when you haven’t seen each other for a while (she’ll make a big deal out of it and buy you things, take you out to dinner, decorate your place, etc.)

-always touching you in some way because she just can’t keep her hands off of you

-definitely makes you do tiktoks with her and kk and will teach you the dances

-loves taking bubble baths with you it’s her fav thing to do to wind down after a long day

nsfw warning!!! (18+)

-strap game goes CRAZYYYYY

“want you to ride my cock baby” “taking my cock so well babygirl”

-her fav thing to do is take care of you especially after you’ve had a long day “let me make you feel better baby, i know just the thing to cheer you up”

-loves it when you take control like it’s literally the most attractive thing you can do in her opinion

-jealous as hell!!! even if someone stares at you for too long she’ll drag you out of wherever you are and once you get home you know you’re in for a long night

“you’re all mine baby” “nobody will ever fuck you as good as me you got that?”

-morning sex with her 🤭🤭🤭

-she absolutely loves it when you wear lingerie or something sexy for her and she thinks you look so pretty in it but all she can think about is ripping it off of you

-whispers the nastiest shit in your ear when you’re in public just to see you get all worked up

⇾ be sure to check out my masterlist if you enjoyed! any type of interaction is appreciated :,)

⇾ ty for all the love on part 1!! i’m having sm fun w/ these headcanons so lmk if you have any specific suggestions :)

[targaryen-dynasty]

SINFUL REVENGE.

Aemond Targaryen x little sister!Reader/ Aegon II Targaryen x little sister!Reader

After catching Aegon with a servant girl between his legs, you found a way to put him back in his place.

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MINORS DNI; dub/non-con, p in v, oral (fem receiving), voyeurism, canon typical incest/targcest, humiliating, degrading, cum eating, jealous Aemond Targaryen

WORDS: 1.9 K

It was one of the many evenings where your mother had caught Aegon sitting in your marital chambers with a servant girl between his legs, repeatedly choking her with his cock. And while there was not one fiber of your body that felt something like love for him, your husband, it annoyed you he chose to fuck everything with two legs, except for you - more because it bruised your ego, not because you truly desired him. 

You were the second choice, when it came to marrying Aegon, however, your older sister Helaena was snatched away as the Wolf of the North came to the capital, finding a certain liking in her and taking her to the North with him. 

All your life, you grew up with the knowledge of marrying your older twin brother Aemond, and you and him were not unwilling to play your part in your parents scheming and your House's customs. 

After your wedding to Aegon, however, Aemond and you had taken matters into your own hands. Where Aegon did not touch you after you consummated the marriage, Aemond did - at every chance he got. 

But you couldn't say that your current position was not… exciting you. 

Your head was lying in Aegon’s lap with him being completely naked, while Aemond was pounding into you, practically assaulting your womanhood. 

Once supper had ended, Aemond retrieved back to his chambers with you following shortly after using one of the secret pathways of Maegor’s Holdfast. Aegon, surprisingly, stormed into Aemond’s chambers not long after you two had started undressing each other, and stood in the door more amused than shocked. 

You always were hot-blooded and had quite the sharp tongue, so it was an easy game for you to crush every sense of superiority your husband had felt upon the intrusion - the built up anger and frustration about your failed marriage clearly playing its part in it, too. 

The rapid thrumming of your heart ringing in your ears and the adrenaline that filled your body played a huge role in you not knowing how you got into that position - and you definitely did not know what got into your twin brother to allow it in the first place. 

Aemond was possessive and far from enjoying sharing whatever he had claimed as his, but it probably had something to do with him getting his revenge on his older brother for stealing you from him. A bruised ego and a broken heart definitely did not go well together. 

If it wasn’t for Aegon’s hard cock pressing into the back of your neck, you would’ve thought he was not comfortable with watching Aemond taking you. A slight blush covered his otherwise pale skin, and he never kept his eyes on you both for a longer period - always drifting from where you were connected to other parts of your body, or even the floor. 

He did not know where to look because Aemond made it seem easy as anything as his curved member eased into you, Aegon’s wife, causing you to arch and moan on the settle and against the elder’s body. Wanton noises of pleasure left your lips as your twin brother filled you, all while Aegon had to process that his little brother was very well endowed . 

Much to your husband’s disliking, you had forbidden him to touch himself, because he had not earned that reward - not when he always chose to stick his cock into the cunt of the next best whore and not yours. 

Aemond’s pent up anger was only palpable in the way he forced his cock into your tight core, otherwise he held a surprisingly cute look of intense concentration on his face, obviously wanting to perform well enough to rub your pleasure into your brother’s face. 

As Aegon once again decided to turn his head away from you, you had enough and roughly grabbed his face with one hand, forcing it back into your direction. “Watch, Aegon,” you commanded, your voice tinted with a hint of sharpness that usually only belonged to the baritone voices of either your father or uncle; the tone that made clear it was not a request but a demand. “Watch how good Aemond is making me feel. Watch how he takes what rightfully belongs to you.” The older Targaryen only squirmed in his seat but proceeded to keep his lilac eyes glued to where his brother’s cock repeatedly disappeared into your tight heat. 

“Tis how a man is supposed to take care of his wife,“ Aemond all but spat the words, his jealousy perfectly audible, reaching to clasp his hand around your throat and inevitably pressed your head further into Aegon‘s lap. You moaned in return, and it was difficult not to notice Aegon‘s cock throbbing at the sound. 

Aegon must’ve tried to touch either you or himself, because the tsking of Aemond was loud enough to cause him to flinch. That movement had you chuckling, because you found humor in how different your brother was acting in contrast to his usual, cocky self. Right now, he was nothing more than a pathetic man that was forced to watch his wife being taken by another - and finding his own pleasure in it. 

“Do you see how wet she is for me, brother?” Aemond bragged, pride laced within his voice. “Pray tell, was she just as wet for you during your bedding?”

The moan you released at Aemond’s shameless teasing maybe was a tad exaggerated, however, it was impressing you how well he handled the situation, his current demeanor the complete opposite to how he usually behaved. 

Aemond’s member hit you deep enough to brush the spot inside of you that had your jaw slacken, the familiar knot tightening in your belly and snapping when his fingers began rubbing the sensitive bud at the apex between your legs. 

The way your walls convulsed all over Aemond’s cock, with you releasing the sweetest and most desperate sounds both your brother’s had ever heard, seemed to trigger his own peak, and shortly after, he was spending himself inside of your quivering walls.   

The pleasure was almost too much for you to handle, and you barely registered the quiet whines that left your eldest brother’s lips at the sight - and feeling - of your pleasure rippling through your body. 

You always relished in the feeling of Aemond’s seed filling you up, more so when he continued to fuck you through his peak, the majority of his spent slowly oozing out of your assaulted womanhood and down your arse as he eventually pulled out. 

But then an idea came to your mind. 

As you tipped your head back and batted your eyelashes at the man whose lap your head rested in, you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling wickedly up at him. Aegon’s silver curls were disheveled despite not doing much, and the slight pink on his cheeks had deepened to crimson, covering his cheeks and even running down his neck. 

Yet his lilac eyes were dark blown at the same time, fixed with your matching pair. 

“Get over there and clean me up, husband ,“ you spoke the name in a condescending manner, commanding him. “Clean up Aemond‘s seed.“

When Aegon obeyed without objection, gently placing your head in the pillows on the settle and walking around to kneel between your parted legs, you met the wide eye of Aemond, his cocked eyebrow perfectly showing what he was thinking, ‘Are you serious? ‘ 

But instead of taking a cloth to clean himself up, Aemond stopped in his tracks and peaked over his older brother’s shoulders in curiosity as his tongue licked a flat stripe from your entrance to your sensitive bud, the motion causing you to shudder. 

A husky groan caught your attention, and if it wasn't for Aemond’s chest rising with each labored breath he took, you would’ve mistaken the sound to come from Aegon instead, only reassured by the realization that his mouth was occupied with lapping at your mound, and all sounds that threatened to escape his lips were muffled by your warm flesh. 

As your eyes flickered back to Aemond’s to search for his reassurance, you spotted his hand being clasped around his semi erect member, working himself to full hardness at the sight of Aegon’s mouth on your womanhood and how your body keened at the stimulation.

Despite the resentment you felt towards Aegon, you were making the sweetest sounds for both of them - after all your brother had certainly learned how to put his mouth to good use during all the hours he spent in the Street of Silk.

The lewd smacking noises of his tongue plunging in and out of your entrance soon filled the thick silence within your twin‘s chambers, and somehow were enough to spur you on - a sudden surge of boldness running through your veins. 

You buried your hands in the mop of silver-blonde curls, not-so-gently tugging on the soft strands and using them as reins to guide you where you wanted him most. Aegon groaned against your cunt in return, and proceeded to lick you clean with newfound vigor.

“Do you like that, Aegon?“ You moaned over the sound of wet squelching, rutting your hips against his face as his tongue flicked against your pearl. “Do you like lapping up another man‘s seed? To clean your wife’s cunt after another man has peaked inside of her?“

Aegon said nothing, but the desperate whine and growl that rumbled in his chest definitely were enough to confirm your questions. His tongue was dragging over your mound with such a ferocity, you were almost reaching your second peak. Almost . 

That was not the plan, and Aemond seemed to think the same way, because it was him interrupting Aegon, a firm hand placed on his older brother’s shoulder to pull him back. 

“Enough,“ his authoritative tone sent shivers up your spine, the urge to beg him to take you yet again becoming almost irresistible. 

A pout was draped across your features at the loss of contact, followed by a desperate whine. “Quit being a brat, Y/N,” Aemond scolded. “You have had your fair share. Tis enough for now.” Surprisingly, you weren’t the only one pouting, because Aegon seemed to find his pleasure in it all as well, even though he had not touched himself once. 

But you knew better than to protest, and allowed Aegon to get on his feet again. Aemond, on the other hand, had already put his breeches back on, standing in his chambers half-dressed. He handed a stack of clothes back to Aegon, silently dismissing him from his chambers, and when Aegon was dressed, he left as quick as he came. 

You were propped up on your elbows, looking at Aemond with the same expression he had flashed you earlier, ‘ Are you serious? ’ He raised his eyebrow at you, too, and threw your smallclothes and dress into your direction. 

It was safe to say that, once you were attired and back in your marital chambers, the hands of your husband were all over you even before the door shut behind you, claiming what rightfully was his and relieving the desire that threatened to cut the last threads of his restraint. 

The impropriety of your revenge gave you exactly what you had wanted all along. 

[nekrosdolly]

another wesker brain rot blurb (18+)

cw; unhinged wesker thanks to uroboros, uroboros injections and mentions, canon compliant with the events leading up to re5, husband wesker, objectification if you squint, temperature differences (he is an icicle personified sorry guys), domesticated wesker, fingering, non-specified reader genitalia.

pet names (reader received): my dear, dearest, little dove

husband albert wesker ♡ ︎♡ ︎♡

husband wesker, who, thanks to uroboros, has a heightened sense of smell. since starting his injections, he's been obsessed with how you smell- your shampoo, your cologne/perfume, any lotions you'd use. even the scent of your skin without any product added is addictive.

husband wesker, who cooks for you despite his developing lack of appetite. he knows you need to eat and truthfully, he enjoys cooking. he never got to experience he domestics of having a homelife, what with his whole life being Umbrella ever since he was born. learning to cook is definitely stressful at first and he's not good to begin with- he's a scientist, not a chef. truthfully, he burns a lot of things at first, but you're a good sport and you help him along. he is embarrassed the first few times, even if he doesn't outright say it you can tell by the way the tips of his ears turn pink and how his lip twitches.

husband wesker, who comes up from behind when you're least expecting it and slides his hand to the small of your back, dipping his head down to kiss your hair, secretly marveling at how good you smell. he adores how soft your hair is too. how loud your heart beats in your chest when he moves his hand to your hip, when he murmurs in your ear, "you are divine, my dear."

husband wesker, who, despite losing his humanity, knows to treat you with care. though his primal instincts have begun to take over, he's careful with you as he's always been. though his eyes have turned red, his pupils to slits, he looks at you with adoration. his touches are never violent- he's become gentler since taking doses of Uroboros. he treats you less like your own person and more like a prize to hang on a wall. everything you do makes his heart, beating or otherwise, swell with pride. his blood roars in his ears at the most innocent of touches from you.

husband wesker, who was never one for kisses before Uroboros, now kisses you like his life depends on it. always handsy and needs you near for him to focus, otherwise he's worried about what you're doing and who you might be with. he knows you'd never rat him out- you love him just as much as he loves you, after all- but he can't help the thought that someone is manipulating you. someone that isn't him, and that hurts. he has no reason to be jealous

husband wesker, who never blows up your phone, but takes to periods of the cold shoulder until you finally get him to tell you what's wrong. his rage is calm with you. he'll make you sit in his lap while he tells you what's wrong, only for you to soothe him and assuage his fears. you know he's coming from a good place, even if his methods are a bit odd. his hands never leave you as he talks, finding comfort in stroking your hair or your cheek, even rubbing circles on the meat of your hips. without his gloves, his fingers are just as cold as ever, even through layers of clothing.

husband wesker, who's gentle with you during sex because if he's not, he might seriously injure you. his grip on your hips is deadly, but other than that, he's a saint. he whispers praises while he fingers your fluttering entrance, his fingers slick with your come and lube. "you're taking my fingers so well, little dove. can you take another? just one more for me, dearest?"

you'll nod, a quiet moan leaving you when he adds a third finger- they're long and on the thicker side, helping to stretch you open in preparation while also hitting that spot that makes you go limp. he kisses your neck, down to your collarbone, where he leaves lovebites and admittedly very dark hickeys. your nails digging into his arm brings him back from his thoughts, and he watches you come undone from his fingers for the second time. this was supposed to prep you, but he loves how you look with his fingers buried within you.

[rafyki]

[Percico fanfic]

Some fluffy domestic canon Percico for the soul! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Oh how I love writing them being all fluffy and i love!! It's what they deserves (ಥ﹏ಥ)

You can read it on AO3 too, if you want!

~~~

Nico woke up feeling strange. Even before opening his eyes, he reached out with his hand to pat the space on the bed beside him; it was warm but empty and, together with the muffled noises coming from the kitchen, it left Nico smiling into the pillow.

Strange, but not in a bad way - just in the way that made his heart feel so full he almost didn't know what to do with it. Strange in the way that it seemed that every sound and every scent around him made it so heavy Nico didn't even know how he could feel so much and still feel good about it. More than good.

Strange in the way that made him feel that everything he had lived up to that point in his life had definitely been worth it.

He got up, rubbed his eyes, and went to the kitchen without even bothering to put his slippers on. Percy would probably hear him approach anyway.

The sleepy smile on his face only grew bigger as he leaned against the door's frame and let himself busk into the image before his eyes. It wasn't new, hadn't been for almost a year now, and yet it still left Nico questioning for a second if he was still dreaming. 

Domestic, strange. Beautifully familiar.

Percy was at the counter, humming a tune under his breath as he made breakfast for both of them. The coffees were already almost done, and Nico knew he would have brought them to bed for him in just a few minutes.

The morning sunlight coming from the window bathed everything in a blurry glaze, like the scene could disappear if Nico as much as raised his fingers to try and touch it. 

Strange. Strange that Nico didn't feel like it really would disappear under his eyes. Strange that it felt like Nico could trust it to stay there, that he would wake up again and again to this same picture.

His heart didn't have enough space anymore in his ribcage.

Percy must have heard him, yet he didn't turn around yet, focused on finishing his task of making the perfect coffee (Nico loved the special attention, knew that Percy did his best to make the perfect coffee for him every morning).

Before Percy could turn around to greet him, Nico moved and went to him, wrapping his arms around his middle from behind.

Percy used to smell like the sea, always like he had just come out of the ocean; and he still did, but not in the same way. There was the sea, and tangled with it was the faint scent that Nico associated with the Underworld. Earthly and strong, almost the complete opposite of the sea. 

Nico knew their home smelled like that, knew he himself did.

He buried his face in the back of Percy's neck, hugged him tighter as he breathed him in.

“'morning, sleepyhead”, Percy greeted him.

Nico could hear the beautiful soft smile in his voice. A hand came to hold his, warm and big. Their fingers intertwined naturally.

He tried to mumble a ‘good morning' back against Percy's neck, letting him feel the smile against the skin. He left a kiss there, and Percy raised their joined hands to leave a kiss on Nico's skin in response.

“Slept well?”

Nico hummed in reply.

“I made you coffee”, Percy said. “Just the way you like it”.

Nico hugged him tighter in thanks, kissed his neck again.

Percy was always more talkative than him in the morning; Nico needed a while to get used to the world and find his voice and words again. Percy knew that, and so he talked, soft and pleasant to Nico's ears, gently coaxing him awake with idle chat, not expecting a reply in the form of spoken words. 

They moved around each other with easy familiarity, fitting together in a way that years ago neither of them would have ever thought possible.

Percy turned around in the embrace, one of his hand resting on Nico's hips, the other finding its place against Nico's neck, thumb stroking his cheek. Nico leaned into the touch like it was second nature to him. Their eyes met, and once again Nico thought strange. Amazingly and beautifully strange that he could look into those eyes and see his own love perfectly mirrored in them, that he could see that look first thing in the morning and drown himself in the beauty of the life they had built.

He leaned in, touching his nose to Percy's, then moved to leave a kiss on his cheek, once, then again, then on the corner of his lips, where he could feel Percy's smile. 

Morning kisses were something special to Nico. There was something different in the way their lips met in the morning - maybe it was the laziness of it, the way he was still drowsy with sleep and Percy kissed him slow and soft to wake him up; maybe it was the simple fact that he could start his day like that, by kissing the man that he loved and that incredibly loved him back just as much. Maybe it was the intimacy, the scent of their home around them, and the fact that that moment was only theirs.

They stayed like that, arms around each other, kissing and kissing for so long the coffees had probably gone cold. 

Slow and lazy, not the kind of kisses that led to something more - just lips meeting over and over again, smiling against each other. 

Another kiss, this time on the tip of Nico's nose, and then another, on his forehead.

“Coffees are going to get cold”, Percy said.

Once, when they had first started this, every time he had to move away from Percy felt like a cold shower, like it would be the last time; once, he would cling to every touch and every moment like they were stolen, like he would blink and lose it all. It had taken some time for him to realize and accept that he could let go without worrying, that they would come back to each other every time. 

Now, he sat on the counter with his barely warm coffee in his hands, and he smiled. Percy was leaning on the counter right next to him, arm pressed against Nico's knees.

It was nice and quiet, an unhurried morning when they could just let themselves be.

“What are you thinking about?”

Nico smiled. Of course Percy would notice his strange mood without needing him to say anything.

He took a sip of his coffee, thought about it for a moment.

“Tell me something?”

It was a game they played, sometimes. 

Tell me something I don't know yet.

There were years of history between them, and not all of them good. Misunderstandings and failed communication had tainted their relationship for a long time and both of them had had their issues and traumas that had held them back for way too long. In a way, it didn't matter anymore - both of them had learned to leave them in the past, to not let them haunt what they had now, what they had worked so hard to build. 

It mattered because it was a part of them, but they had learned the hard way that they could let themselves work slowly through all of that, only when they felt like reopening old wounds, but focusing on the now and here.

So they did this. Tell me something I don't know yet.

Something about their pained history, something about themselves, something that they hadn't had the chance or the courage to share yet. Just one piece at a time.

Now, feeling the warmth of the morning sunlight on his skin, the weight of Percy next to him, and the press of his kisses still on his lips, Nico thought that he could bear to know anything, to share anything. He would still wake up the next morning, and find Percy there, making coffee and ready to kiss him good morning.

Percy smiled, and thought about it for a few minutes.

“The Prophecy- the first one, I mean”, he started, eyes fixed on the wall before them. Nico looked at him, patiently. “It could have been about either of us, you know it. But after you left Camp, I decided I wouldn't let it be about you, that it had to be on me”.

Nico put his cup on the counter, reached out to take Percy's hand in his. 

Strange, that the confession didn't make him mad, that he didn't feel the need of blaming himself for never knowing, for letting it happen.

“Why?”, he just asked, even though he could easily imagine the answer.

Strange, that when Percy turned to look at him, he was still smiling.

“You were just a kid”.

“So were you”.

Without letting go of his hand, Percy moved to stand in between Nico's legs.

“I know”, he said. “But I didn't want you to suffer more than you already had. It didn't feel right”.

Nico loved him so much. Had loved him for so long it was almost incredible that that love was still growing - every day, every moment. 

Wrapping his arms around Percy's shoulders, he kissed him. Percy tasted like sweet coffee on his tongue, like shared truths and confessions. 

They parted but didn't move away from each other, noses still touching and lips still brushing together, breathing the same hair. 

One of Percy's hands was in Nico's hair now; it had gotten longer lately, and sometimes he thought about cutting it shorter, but Percy seemed to like running his fingers through it. It felt nice, Nico liked the feeling.

Strange, again, that their life had become so intertwined even in the smallest things.

“Your turn?”, Percy asked, gently.

It was a game of give and take, theirs, but only if they wanted. It was easy, they met each other halfway.

“When I left Camp, that summer- when Bianca died”, Nico started. He didn't like thinking about that time - as far away in time as it was, it still felt dark and sometimes way too close. Still, today he felt like he could bear to share everything, like he could take his soul piece by piece and put it into Percy’s gentle hands. “I spent most of my time in the Underworld, you know, but- I knew you were looking for me. Sometimes- often, I came looking for you”.

He stopped to let himself look into Percy's eyes, smiled at the surprise painted in them.

“You did?”

Nico nodded.

“I thought you hated me”.

“I thought so too - maybe I did, in a way”, he said. “But I still couldn’t stop myself from wanting to see you”.

Percy’s smile was easy and just a little sad. “I never noticed”, he said.

Nico leaned in for a kiss, soft and chaste. “I didn’t want you to know”.

For the longest time, that had been a constant between them; whenever they were looking, the other was looking away. Always looking, always caring, and always missing each other., never realizing. They had been out of each other’s reach for so long.

Now, they had their arms around each other, always looking, always meeting halfway.

“Do you think it’s strange?”, Nico asked after a few moments of easy silence. “That we’ve been able to come this far?”

Percy rested his head on Nico’s shoulder as he pondered the question. The weight of his body against Nico was familiar and comfortable. Nico wrapped his legs around his waist to bring him closer.

“I don’t”, Percy said in the end. “We worked hard to build this”.

Nico felt a kiss on his neck, shivering at the feather touch.

“We earned it”, Percy added, decisive. This time, he bit lightly on Nico’s skin. 

He was right, they really did. 

Nico loved him so much.

They kissed again, lips melting against each other, fitting together in the most perfect way. Nico could get lost in the feeling, wouldn’t want to find a way out of the labyrinth that was the feeling of Percy’s lips, Percy’s taste, Percy’s body against his, Percy’s touch. 

“Do you think it’s strange that I want to spend the rest of the day just kissing you?”, Percy murmured against his lips, smiling into the kiss.

Nico laughed. 

He shook his head lightly. “Hm, I think that's perfectly normal”.

Percy's soft laugh joined his, and kissed him again.

[heartilyrins]

Hi! It's the anon that asked if she can drop Robin headcanons!

Sorry I didn't write them on ur previous blog, I was busy with exams. Then when I got free, ur blog went missing :(

So glad to have you back! Will you be playing hoyo's new game, ZZZ?

Also here's the headcanons i promised lol (unfortunately I forgot some of them)

*despite there being no difference in-game, i feel like some of Robin's habits will depend on both their and the PC's gender. For example; growing up, male!Robin and male!PC took showers together because they were afraid of Bailey walking in on them when one of them was alone (yeah I know Vrel confirmed that Bailey took care of the orphans till they got to a certain age but I hate that balding old prick too much to give him any sort of credit). Now that they both are older and need to secure that bag to prevent their asses from being sold off to whoever is feeling particularly freaky on a Saturday, they can't do that anymore. And that makes poor Robin feel lonely😔. He just wants to splash in the bathtub again for old times sake and totally doesn't want to oogle the pc while he relaxes, hair all wet and nice, is it really too much to ask for? (Yes Robin, It's too much to ask for. The PC needs to collect a shit ton of money from sources more reliable than a lemonade stand) so you can't really blame him for masturbating in the shower while fantasizing about PC walking in on him taking a normal shower and asking if he can join and maybe even fuck in there :(

In a scenario where Robin and PC are of opposite gender, they stopped taking showers way early compared to if Robin and PC had the same gender. While both Male!Robin and Female!Robin give (opposite gender)!PC personal space, they can't help but be curious, it's only natural after, I mean you guys have known each other since childhood right? So there's no harm in peeking at PC during the night when he/she is pleasuring herself/himself with his/her door cracked open just a tiny bit. Robin is not being a pervert! He/she is just protecting the PC by standing near there door and peeking every now and then <3

Ah but of course, all that is thrown out of the window if PC is actually related to them. Canonically If you don't romance Robin then you have a close friendship, one that is almost like having a sibling

Now in the messed up world of DOL, a place where you can literally grow cat ears by drinking milk and have to constantly worry about someone with a British accent jumping you for no reason at all other than the fact that they were horny and wanted to make it your problem, I present to you; Robin falling for their actual sibling.

Now at Low!Confidence, regardless of the PC's feelings, Robin would still not be pushy (though they will be a lot more touchy-feely and clingy) and keep their feelings to themselves.

High Confidence! Robin though?

Oh? PC is taking a shower? *joins in* hehe, why are you flustered? Nothing wrong with brothers/sisters/brother and sister/siblings taking a shower together :) here, let Robin help you apply some soap :))) no their hand did not touch the PC'S ass, it was the soap trickling down their back ;)

Also a person hill I would die on; while High Confidence!Robin would wake PC up for sex, LC!Robin sticks to taking care of themselves. If PC is a light sleeper then they masterbait while looking at PC'S face, secretly hoping (but also dreading) at they wake up. On the other hand, if PC is a heavy sleeper then male!Robin will sneakily try to please himself using PC'S thighs or rub against their ass. He's not brave enough to finish there though, so he sneaks off to the bathroom or his room to cum while thinking about PC. Fem!Robin is slightly more depraved and only stops after she finishes, but post-nut clarity hits her harder and he feels extremely guilty. Though, it all slowly goes away. After all, what PC doesn't know can't hurt them right :)

Hrrrrggggg, sorry if they weren't that good. English is not my first language and i haven't played the game in a while (though I'm slowly getting back)

Also if you ever do an anon list can i be ~🩵 anon?

Hope you had a nice day/evening!

OHHH PLEASEE 🥺🥺 I js realised I have NEVER wrote about dol until now and this thought makes me drool, sorry this took so long to reply.. This was like MONTHS ago.. ofc you can be 🩵 anon !!

Side note: since I only write for male characters and female readers, I will only be using Male!Robin and Female!PC ^^

// noncon, somno, drugs, incest

Anyways to continue the thought, I feel like Robin would have that one certain journey to get to where he will be—a depraved horny boy desperate to have sex with his leetle sis!!

It would start with certain touches as you said.. you both often have showers together! And as you grew up.. it was normal to have your brother have his hands all over you to spread the soap, wash your body and even your private spot ><

You’ve became used to showering with him, so it doesn’t even appear to you that he’s started getting touchy with you during showers.. One thing leads to another and then he starts to touch you out of showers too! Just.. close contact for now, he doesn’t want to make you so nervous.

Eventually he’ll get tired of just ‘touches’ and jerking off in front of your unconscious face. He starts to use drugs so he can use you while you’re asleep.. From then, there’s two ways this could go; either you got used to the drugs and wake up during it or he stops using drugs because he wants you awake!

But there’s no stopping with either options you have, he’ll try to reassure you that it’s all okay and that it’s normal while he’s tearing your cunt apart.. it’s up to you to believe it, because he won’t stop either way ><

copr. heartlyrins

[shadowscrybe]

Rayven's Revenge- Chapter 2

Summary: Rayven is the younger sister of Rhysand in the Night Court. She was banished 64 years ago for the murder of her sister. This is the story of Rayven earning her place in Prythian and finding out what it means to be family. We all know how her story ends...but how did she get there? I don't want to forget the demon princess with bat wings. Do you?

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none- canon typical content

A/N: Is it smart to spam multiple chapters? Perchance.

The eternal decay of the Autumn Court perplexed her every visit. The foliage was always dying, but the vibrant colors offset its distress. Not the worst court to be trapped in, she supposed. 

Late! Rahne sang to her. 

They had been wandering the meeting area for a few minutes. Wasting precious minutes she didn't have. 

A large hand wrapped around her elbow and yanked her down the rocky terrain. 

“Can you ever follow directions?” Eris growled in her ear. 

“This is where we agreed,” Rayven said, ripping her arm from his grasp. 

He pointed to the rocky incline to the Forest House. “Outside the perimeter.'' He repeated his written words from their letters. “Here.” He stopped them when the ground changed to soft grass. Eris rubbed a hand over his jaw. Most of Beron’s court was under the ground with only the house as the tip of the rocky iceberg. 

“Sorry,” she mumbled. She hated saying almost as much as he hated hearing it. 

He squared his shoulders. “At least I convinced him to let me investigate.”

Rayven didn't need Rahne to tell her what he was feeling. She could see right through it. He was going to have to return with an answer. 

Eris was the same age as the boys, but his youngest brother and the spring court’s last living heir were on the same decade as Rayven. She had only met Lucien in passing since her first encounter with Eris that chilling night. His youngest brother and the spring court’s last living heir seemed to be in close company recently.

“So what was so sensitive you needed to tell me that I had to come to this graveyard?” She said, kicking a rock over. 

“I am jeopardizing a lot by helping you,” he said. Embers licked behind his eyes. 

She took a step toward him. “And I love you greatly for it,” she offered him an exaggerated smile. 

Eris rolled his eyes. “I couldn't risk this information being intercepted. If someone was a better daemati,” he elbowed his friend, “then I wouldn't have to wake you so early.”

“But then you’d miss out on seeing this beautiful face,” she gestured to herself. “It's not everyday the disgraced princess of the Night Court gets to stretch her wings.”

“A pleasure,” he deadpanned. 

Eris was her oldest and most complicated friend. After the Highlord kicked her out, she was left to find her way to Windhaven at ten. 

He said he couldn't stand another year with the reminder of his daughter's death looming in his halls. Never minding the daughter he had. 

The first time Rayven winnowed was by accident. That night, she was blinded by the ice whipping down the mountains. Half dead in the snow, her fire presented in her panic. Rhys would later attribute it as a physical manifestation of daemati powers. While he could read and alter memories, Rayven could only communicate mind-to-mind, and apparently, convince others they were burning alive. A fire cool to the touch, but devastating in the mind. And completely useless on her. Her brother had tried to teach her to read and manipulate thoughts in his limited time allotted with her, but the lessons had never yielded any results. 

Rahne had been with her, but she couldn't make the warmth needed to keep the princess alive. She had circled her for hours, exhausting herself trying to create any kind of friction to warm her master.

Hours of shivering and wandering the mountainside, she was going to succumb to the frozen winds when Rahne expanded bigger than she’d ever seen her do. She wrapped herself around Rayven in one last embrace and they thought of bonfires under stars. 

And then they were sitting in the forest of the Autumn Court. Azriel had tried to teach her to winnow using Rahne before, since she couldn't in the traditional sense like Rhys. Azriel had so many shadows at his disposal, it was easy for him to travel through them. Rahne was no bigger than a cat on her best day. 

Rahne released her and began scouting the surrounding trees, frantically looking for a way out when he appeared from the treeline. 

Rayven was lucky, she later reflected, that it was Eris and not one of Beron’s other sentries. He found her when he was truly the age he’d always look. He took one look at ashy flames simmering on her shoulders and recognized it as shadowfire. He taught her how to master it in secret meetings between their courts. She must have scorched him for being an asshole a hundred times, and even more did they end in screaming matches, but he always showed up to the next lesson. 

Eris wasn't daemati but he always seemed to know what others were thinking. Perhaps the hypervigilance it takes to survive Beron gave the Vanserra boys daemati powers of their own.

They never bothered with pity. Neither of them could stand it from the other, but he knew what today was. 

His voice cut through her reverie. “And your highlord has agreed to this proposal?” He asked wryly. 

She shrugged. “He said we would send Illyrian legions.”

He raised his eyebrows, urging me to continue. 

“He just never specified which legions,” she finished.

His lips twisted to the side as if biting back a sarcastic comment. “You haven't thought this through.” 

Her power licked up her back at the insolence. Older or not, this male wasn't going to question the demon of the Night Court. Rahne had begun to circle around her ankles faster in anticipation. 

“Careful,” his flames danced. “Don't piss off the only friend you have.” 

“The bastards are my friends,” she said. 

“The bastards are Rhysand’s friends,” he corrected. “Not yours.” 

Unfortunately, that would always be true. Rayven didn't grow up with them the way Rhys did. They were true brothers. Not in blood, but bond. Rhys was her brother, but she never really got to be their sister. 

“Are you going to tell me what you know or are you going to keep wasting my time?”

He laughed under his breath. “Tarin is looking for a female.”

“Aren't we all,” she wiggled my eyebrows at him and his face fell into a distant resolve. “Who?” 

His body language became rigid as he turned an ear to the rocky incline to the Forest House. “A stranded soldier Hybern left behind, he seems to think.” 

“But you don't,” she finished. 

“I don't think Hybern would leave such a clumsy loose end.” His eyes were set up the incline now. “I think she's more powerful than Tarin let on. He has Lucien and Tamlin out looking for her most days.”

The highlord of the Spring Court was searching for an ex-Hybern soldier on Prythian soil. A colossal bargaining chip if a Hybern rebel were to be caught and in his possession. 

Something the Highlord would also want. An asset so invaluable that even a scorned princess might finally return home. If only she could get to her before Tarin. 

“Your father would be very pleased if you happened upon her first,” Rayven suggested towards his glory.

“Beron,” he corrected, “would use her and torture her for information she may or may not have if she’s nothing at best.” The shine of his eyes dimmed. He would be the one forced to do it. “And if she’s as powerful as I believe, then this is the last place she should be.”

“And you’re telling me because you don't want her in Spring either.”

He shakes his head. “Spring or Autumn makes no difference. If she’s found in Spring he will make me retrieve her.”

“And you want me to get her first.” 

“It's not about want,” he said. “Beron cannot get his hands on her.” He tore his eyes from the rocks behind them. 

“I understand,” she said. Beron could never send Eris after her in Night. She was going to have to kill this female if she couldn't find her and hide her in Ironcrest. “None of them should.” 

“This better be worth it.” Eris leaned forward and brushed his lips on her forehead, the only goodbye she would get. He put the scribbles of his findings in her hand. 

He beckoned her to lift her hands up between them. Come on, they wagged.

“I’m going to change Pyrithian,” she promised him, and then decked him in the face. 

He looked like he believed her for a second. Then, like he could hear Beron calling him from miles under rock, he faded into dark mist and Rayven was left alone.

[depravity-n-savagery]

I loveee your billy head canon about riding him. So good.

I have a request Drabble

Billy making reader squirt infront of a mirror overstimulation with praise kink

Ask and you shall receive 😌❤️‍🔥 This drabble ended up being longer than I planned 😅 so I hope you like it lolz

"I've got you baby. Do you trust me?"

Most people would laugh if Billy Hargrove asked them the same question. Trust? In someone like him? As his girlfriend, you saw the side of him that had your heart swelling. The side that made you fall for him in the first place. "Yes." You answer, just above a whisper. Using his beautiful ocean eyes as an anchor to keep you grounded.

It was that trust in him that allowed you to go along with this. After one too many times of Billy correcting you whenever you talked about him being 'out of your league'. Feeling self-conscious next to Billy and the attention that came with dating someone like him. Girls and women staring, some even glaring at you with open disapproval. Wanting your place. Feeling like they deserved it more. Some of them were so gorgeous, it made your jaw drop when Billy simply ignored them. Instead, putting an arm around your shoulder or palming your ass with a devilish grin.

"You just need to see yourself the way I see you." Billy said. His breath was hot on the shell of your ear, as he seated himself behind you. The large mirror in front of you both felt like a spotlight. Drawing attention to you, and making your skin crawl with the urge to run and hide. Or at least cover yourself. Billy insisted on you both being bare naked for this little 'exercise' of his. Unlike you, he stared into the mirror dead on. Drinking in your image with lust-filled eyes. His cock twitching against your lower back.

You were so busy trying to avoid your reflection, that you didn't notice his hands in motion. One of them reached around to rub softly at your breasts. The other, took a gentle hold of your jaw. "Look." He redirected your line of sight. Forcing you to see yourself. To see the goosebumps that rose, following his hand's motion. Squeezing at your nipple until you whimpered. You could see the effect it had on you both. Vibrating against your back while Billy spoke. "Good girl. Don't you dare look away."

Too stunned to speak, you just nod. Disappointed that the view of his perfectly sculpted figure was being blocked by your own. 'This isn't about me', he said. So you had no choice but to watch. Fully aware of the way your pussy clenched around nothing the closer Billy's hand got. The moist squelching made you squirm. "Billyyy..."

"Be patient." It was so stern. Contrasting the affectionate kiss he pressed behind your ear. "Unless you can repeat something for me. Then maybe I can touch that pretty pussy for you. Is that what you want, babydoll?"

Yes. Needing his touch the way your lungs needed air. Longing to feel him all over you in any way he desired. At the price of a few words? Deal. "Y-yess, please. I'll say whatever you want."

"I knew you would.~" He purred into your ear. Pausing with his fingers just above your clit. So close, but still not close enough. "Keep your eyes on that mirror, and tell me how sexy you are."

"What?"

The pad of his index finger dragged across your sensitive little nub. The slightest touch made you whimper, and wind your hips into his hand. Then he pulled it away. "Tell me how sexy my girl is."

"I-....I'm..." You were so timid. Meeting his eyes in the mirror's reflection. "...I'm sexy."

"Again."

True to his word, the rubbing on your clit resumed. A choir of angels singing the song of your building pleasure. "I'm...sexy.." The last word mixed in with your moans, giving it a sinful bite you didn't expect. It felt foreign coming from your lips. But fuck, did it sound good.

Billy must've thought so too. Moving on from rubbing, to stuffing you full with his two fingers. There was so much slickness between your open thighs, he slipped in with ease. Pumping into you so deeply you were coating his knuckles with your arousal. "That's my girl. You've got a five-star pussy-"

"I've got a five-star pussy..." You echoed his words automatically, no longer needing a command. So caught up in the moment. It felt like a trance. Hypnotized by his eyes, peering over your shoulder with the power to ruin you.

" -and you know how to use it. Don't you baby?" His tongue crept over the shell of your ear, sending a shiver up your spine. His teeth pinched your lobe and tugged softly. Amplifying the wet sounds of his mouth. "You bring me to my knees every fucking time. Feels like heaven."

It was inevitable. Your undoing, at the tips of his fingers. Fucking you just as roughly as he would with his cock. Only this time, he focused on curling his fingers. Assaulting the spongy place inside of you that brought tears to your eyes. That made your toes curl into the carpet. Building and building, higher and higher until you leaped off the edge.

"Holy shit!"

His voice sounded miles away. On the far end of a tunnel somewhere, muffled by the pounding of your heart. It filled your ears with heavy drumming and wet pattering. Were you drowing? It suddenly felt a lot wetter than usual, and you could hardly get air into your lungs.

The pattering continued as Billy kept pumping away. Using his other hand to swipe furiously across your clit. Cranking and twisting your insides until all the air was forced out of you. The pleasure was too much. "Billy!!" He only released you when the flowing ceased. Leaving behind the aftershocks of your orgasm.

"There you go... I got you." The comforting voice became more clear. Arms wrapping around you, pulling you out of the depths. "I got you, babe."

The world came back into view. In the moment, you didn’t even realize you had closed your eyes. The fuzzy corners of your vision were clearing up, and you could finally see the 'damage'. The carpet area beneath you was darker than the rest. Soaked. Just like your thighs and Billy's entire hand. A hand he brought to his lips and began to lick without a second thought. Savoring the taste like it was his favorite meal.

Fully drained, you let yourself lean back into his chest. "Did I...?"

"Yeah." It came out with a chuckle. He was beaming. Shining above you in rays of pride and astonishment. "You squirted. Shit, I didn't even know you could do that."

"Neither did I." You croaked. Keeping your eyes open was turning into a difficult task. Shit. You tried to find yourself again, fumbling around until you could squeeze your hand between the two of you. "You didn't let me help you finish."

Instead of the throbbing warmth of his hard cock, you felt... more moisture. Too thick to be sweat. "You don't need to." Softly, he pressed his lips to your temple before scooting away from you to stand. "I just watched the hottest girl in Hawkins squirt all over my fingers. What did you expect?"

With a newfound confidence, you gave him a playful grin. "Just Hawkins?"

"Babydoll..." He extended a hand to help you up, settling you on unsturdy legs. "...Hawkins, California, anywhere. If you're there, no other woman stands a chance." Sealed with a kiss, you couldn't help but swoon.

You always felt lucky to have Billy by your side. Maybe now, you could fully believe that he felt just as lucky to have you beside him. ♡

Masterlist , Ao3 ☆

[thekinkyleopard]

Lil Engine who Blew

A Remi x Levi Non-Canon One-shot

A Snz Fic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Lemons, SnzFet, Public Sex

Author’s Note: Another Geezie request 😏 I can’t take any credit for the idea @zensations35 is the creator of this prompt! The only difference is in true Kezzi fashion, I’ve added a sneaky public smut scene ☺️ Enjoy 🫶🏻 Art and Remi by @aller-geez !

Description:

Remi and Levi stood together, bunched up on the New York subway. “I hate the Subway…” the wolf grumbled anxiously as he looked around, his bright green eyes scanning the semi-packed cart.

“I know…but it’s the fastest way to my sister’s place…” the leopard responded, also less than excited to be on this public transport. They really just hated being surrounded by so many people. Levi felt a tickle in his nose, there was something in the air of this cart that was really bothering him. A perfume, possibly? Someone’s dusty old coat? He rubbed and itched his nose with the edge of his sleeve, huffing a few times as he fought the stinging prickle that started to build within the bridge of his nose.

Still looking around and cautiously watching everyone’s movements, a few people nudging into them, causing Remi to growl low in his chest. Levi, being in close ear shot of this sound, instinctively wrapped his arm around Remi’s waist and pulled him in protectively. Levi stood in front of the masses, back turned, while Remi was shielded. Instantly the wolf seemed to feel a sense of ease, though still that nerve racking feeling bubbling down in his gut did not cease to exist.

He was about to ask his boyfriend what was wrong as he noticed the twitching and soft puffs of air through his nostrils, but the bumpiness of the ride could barely keep them stable and with all the noise, and people, it was hard to get the thoughts to stop swirling. The wolf was struggling immensely with being around such a crowd, almost impossible to see past the bodies. Levi struggling to keep himself upright, his palm comes up to grip the pole tightly, locking Remi behind it. He tries to rub his nose against his clothes on his shoulder, maybe that’ll give him some relief? Swiping the irritated part of his face against the slightly rough fabric needlessly, but to no avail. He huffed loudly out of his nose. “Hnnn….” He grumbled as he twisted his swelling nostrils in circles, then he scrunched them up and down.

That irritating sting simply just would not bugger off. He leaned into Remi’s chest, and tried with his might to be sly as he allowed the bumps of the train to rub his nose up and down against the larger’s man’s shirt. The wolf thinking nothing of it but maybe his little leopard was on the sleepy side? He was too lost in his own head.

He can’t sneeze here…there’s so many others around them, he can’t possibly risk blowing a mouthful all over a complete stranger! That would be absolutely mortifying for him. His arm around Remi tightens, and his grip around the pole squeezes, maybe if he just turns his head a little to the side..maybe down? There isn’t much time, the pressure was already pushing at the very limit.

It was too late for any logical decision, he turned his head up, with anticipation to pull it down, but he lurched forward and with a gasping breath, sprayed all over his boyfriend’s exposed, bare neck. “Hh’EtSHUUU!!!”

Remi, lost in a world of a thousand bad scenarios, was way too busy in the throes of anxiety as his eyes observed to make sure no one got too close to his leopard. His own hands shaking for reasons different to the leaking cat. If someone so much as-…..then it happened. A combination of sound and touch…his neck suddenly feeling very cool compared the rest of his heated body, the sound of Levi’s sneeze ringing blissfully in his ears.

Remi froze, his own grip on the cat turned rigor mortis as he tried to regulate his breath. “B-Bless you….” He strained to get it out but, it was nothing more than a staggered whisper. The leopard twitched, and he trembled as he hitched his breath again “I-I’m so sor-hhh’ t-SHU! Eh’eh…TSCHU!” Another cluster of flecks decorated the side of Remi’s neck, Levi tried to apologize, but the overwhelming fullness that filled his sinuses, was too much. Almost when he thought it couldn’t get any worse, a heavy set gentleman squeezed past Levi and another patron, causing the leopard’s wet, stuffy face to be smushed skin to skin with Remi’s neck now.

“F-fu..ck…” the wolf gritted his teeth as he continued to shakily hold his fitting mate to his body. Who was trying so hard to keep himself stable but as he found himself unable to hold back, his hot mouth opened up against the other’s flesh and as he sneezed the wolf’s toxic green eyes rolled back in his head. “TsCHU!” Remi’s legs turned soft but stayed strong as he leaned into the cat, almost like the anxiety he had felt washed away and all he wanted was more of that hot, wet feeling against his flesh.

“Hh’EtSHU!” Levi let out another, spraying mess there, wet flecks making home onto the wolf’s skin. Remi able to hear it in HD with his ear so dangerously close, heart racing rapidly as he tried to control the feeling in his groin. “Bless you baby…” muttering into the cat’s direction, his face flushed red, as he rubbed the small of his back. His arousal only grew worse while Levi’s mouth hung open against the space, it was so wet, and stuffy, like a heater against his neck. Remi growled. “You’re killin’ me here…kitten…” They had another 40 minutes before they got to their stop…this wasn’t going to do, and he needed him so desperately right now as he could feel their heart beats racing together. Finally, with a few breaths, the cat started calming a bit, with a hitch and slight hiccup. Levi sniffed his nose, loudly, it was clearly congested from all the sneezing, his head dizzy, legs wobbly, but turning his face now he looked up to see those piercing, hungry, emerald greens glaring down at him.

“I’mb so sobby…” his voice blocked up from his fit, wincing as he already knew what was in store for him after a performance like that. He truly hadn’t meant it, he had a game plan, he did! It’s not his fault that he couldn’t control it…

The wolf stared down at the younger’s puffy, swollen and reddened face, as the streaming tears dried against freckled cheeks, it really only made him want him more….he knew a situation like this was ideal, the cat loved exhibitionism. “Turn, around.” Remi mouthed to the helpless cat.

“I-…y-..huh??” He hesitated before Remi took the arm wrapped around the cat and swiftly, spun him around. Both parties now glancing cautiously around them. There was A LOT of people, however, most of them were on their phones or locked into conversations. There wasn’t a single soul paying attention. Remi leaned down to whisper seductively into the cat’s ear.

“I need you to be Daddy’s good little actor….because after what you just did….I’m gonna need this…” his words ended with an animalistic growl as he grabbed his spare checkered sweater and wrapped it around the exposed side of them, tying it securely, slipping the cat’s jeans down from the back, ass still hidden by Levi’s long shirt.

“R-Remi? H-here?” He threw a whisper back anxiously, though he couldn’t pretend like his whole body wasn’t hot. As if he hadn’t fantasized about doing it somewhere so incredibly, public. He had to remain calm, stoic, he couldn’t give way to what was going to happen. He could feel as his boyfriend unbuttoned and unzipped himself, presumably fishing his hardened cock out of the holes in the fabric of his bottoms.

Remi brought his fingers up to his nose, palm cupping his mouth. He made it seem so casual, to the average gaze, it was just a man itching his nose in circles, but while the wolf made this motion he was spitting into his hand. Looking around the train, it was still apparent that not a soul had caught on, exactly what he hoped for. With a very casual motion, he brought his closed fist down, under the fabrics that shielded them, he touched his aching length with the now opened, and slickened palm coating the waiting organ. Pushing himself up against Levi’s taut ass. The leopard shuddered and bit his lower lip, but tried with all the strength inside him, to not give away his position even though his legs felt like jelly, pressing himself back into his mate.

Remi, without hesitation, slid his cock fully inside the leopard, undetected, the cat sucked in a deep breath trying to keep the desperate cries of pleasure swallowed inside him, his legs trembling. “Shhh….” The wolf whispered sinisterly into his mate’s ear before taking his lobe between two sets of teeth, and sucking on it as his hips moved with precision. Every time the train went over a bump, Remi slid himself inside the cat, tight walls clutching his thrusting cock, but stayed perfectly still during smooth terrain. This slow torturous momentum had Levi practically in a pool of his own ecstasy. Such a public display? With all these people? Look at them all, not a clue that he was being so naughty on the subway, Remi’s thick length pulsating inside of him. His own shaft twitched inside the fabric of his boxers. Labored breaths at his ear while Remi focused exponentially hard to not break the cage he concealed the real him inside. Everything about this was riding a very thin line.

Levi’s nose started to leak, eyes watering as he did whatever he could to maintain a calmed expression, if not looking a little tired. Inwardly? Inwardly, he was panting, drooling, pushing his ass up against the wolf with a feverish passion! However, this was meant to be sneaky, they couldn’t get caught or it would mean big trouble. Casually, when it felt natural, he would lean himself back, pushing Remi further into him and then steadily with calculated motions, leaning forward to push it out. They both let out a synchronized sigh as the wolf’s one hand latched onto Levi’s delicate hip, gripping it with such force it was sure to be black and blue by the evening.

However, just when the cat thought he was safe, there it was…the feeling again, his eyes dancing around trying to focus on what it is causing his nose to prickle, and sting. Oh no, he thought this was over with… “R-eh-m—I’m gun-Hh…” not another one…

“Cum? Already?” Remi whispered curiously before he suddenly understood exactly what the cat meant.

“Hih’tsCHu!” His freed up hand that wasn’t holding to the pole for dear life, slapped over his mouth as he sneezed loudly into his palm. The person in front turned around, and Levi blushed furiously, sucking in a breath of air while Remi, hitched his hips and pushed his length into Levi’s prostate.

“Bless ya!” The man nodded with a smile before turning back around without a concern, Levi’s eyes rolled back with relief.

“Th-thanks!” He stuttered but otherwise, his response didn’t seem too unusual. The wolf however, whole body flushing, his nails digging into the flesh reopening wounds from previous sexual encounters between them, he laughed with a darkened tone, whispering once more, staggered as he slowly continued to ride out the helpful bumps of their transport.

“You’re so slutty…talking to someone…so casually with my…dick inside you…” he huffed, panting hotly through strands of white that covered his freckled ear.

“Jesus…” Levi gasped with sharpness, he couldn’t properly respond, he was fighting for his life to hold back, tears streaming and nose leaking, as he felt the wolf get a bit more desperate, risking exposure as he rutted himself upward through even smooth terrain. “Slow..down,” the leopard struggled to speak through gritted teeth.

“No, I’m…seriously…so close…” gasping quietly between words as his movements became less organized. Levi’s eyes slid into his skull, little too obviously, they were coming undone at the seams, his hips rolled slightly backwards, just ever so gently, more than enough for Remi to bury himself and blow his load entirely inside of Levi’s ass. The wolf’s body tensed up, pulling the smaller into him tightly, grunting through a tightly clenched jaw. His cock twitched and emptied, his hips stuttering loosely. The leopard felt as the man’s arm around him eventually fell limply and his breathing got heavier. Little less than strategically, Remi slid himself out, and tucked his spent length now back into his pants, fixing Levi’s situation from behind as well.

“Great…now…I’m going to have a wet spot on my…pants…” Levi panted and grumbled slightly as he self consciously pulled his rather long shirt, down further, hoping no one would see when they got out at their stop.

“Here…” Remi wrapped his extra plaid sweater around the man’s waist, tying it swiftly from behind for him with a gentle kiss on his cheek. “All covered,” Levi blushed leaning into the man now.

“Okay…but we need to find a bathroom…cause now IVE got an issue…” he whimpered, looking behind him now at the wolf.

“I can fix that…thanks for the distraction…I almost had a panic attack..” he chuckled loosely placing another kiss now at the back of Levi’s head, still slightly out of breath from having to remain so in control, in a situation he’d usually lose it in.

“Glad I could help…I guess..sorta unintentionally,” the cat chuckled as he shifted uncomfortably, they heard the conductor announce their stop was next over the intercom.

“Perfect timing…” he smirked wrapping a strong arm around the cat’s hip to lead the way through the subway. “Just so you know, that was the hottest fucking thing we’ve ever done,” Levi blushed furiously before bumping the man with his hip.

“Sounds like a challenge….” Biting his lower lip with a playful expression.

“You’re on,” Remi’s face equally as mischievous as his mate, as the ideas already started swirling in their heads.

The End

Did I do a good? :S Love you Geezie hope you enjoyed~ and anyone else who reads as well 🫶🏻🥰

[waltwhitmansbeard]

Edelweiss for the twins?

edelweiss (courage, devotion) — “touch them again and i promise, it will be the last thing you ever do.” i have not read kith & kin or any of vm origins so idk if any of this flies in the face of canon but *shrugs*

Vax never sleeps easy these days. How is he meant to sleep through the night when the roof leaks and the wind whistles through the clapboard siding of this minuscule shack on the outskirts of Westruun? For the gods' sakes, there isn't even a bed in this place, just a moldy couch that he made Vex take while he snuggles with her gangly teenage bear on the floor. But Trinket snores and the wood floors are cracked and splintered and fuck it's cold.

Still better than Syngorn.

He's in and out of sleep all night, which is how he hears it, quiet as it is: the tiny creak of the floorboards near the front door. He's up in a flash, hand gripping the single dagger he owns and eyes darting around, but he doesn't even have time to think before Vex is being yanked off of the sofa and onto her feet with a yelp by one of the four hooded figures crowded around this tiny shack.

Vex's sound of distress rouses Trinket, who snarls as he lumbers to his feet, but there are two swords pointed right at him as the figure holding Vex presses a blade to her throat. "No one moves and no one gets hurt." The voice is low, rasped, and Vax can barely hear it over the blood pumping in his ears.

Vex struggles against the arm pinning her back against her captor's chest, her eyes wide and pleading as she looks at Vax. But fuck, what is he supposed to do against four intruders with one dagger?

"What do you want?" he asks. "We don't have money. We don't even have food. You want the couch? You can take it."

The blade at Vex's neck jolts, and Vex let out a strangled gasp as Vax smells blood in the air. "We want you to deliver a message."

Vax is gripping the dagger so tightly it's a wonder the hilt doesn't snap in two. "Touch her again and I promise, it will be the last thing you do ever do." Trinket follows up with a bone-chilling growl.

The figure chuckles, and fuck, Vax wants to sink this knife between his eyes. "Big threats from such a little kid. Ain't you supposed to be in school?"

"It's the middle of the night, you fucking idiot," Vex wheezes.

The arm around her tightens. "Shut the fuck up, bitch." To Vax, the figure says, "Tell your Spireling that he owes the Behris five thousand gold, and that if he doesn't deliver by the end of the week, we'll take it in flesh." To emphasize the point, his blade slices at Vex's neck again.

"ALRIGHT!" Vax shouts, lurching forward. He freezes when the others lean in menacingly. "Alright, fuck, I'll tell him, just let her go."

"End of the week," the figure repeats. He then nods to one of the others, who opens the rickety door to the shack. The figure then shoves Vex forward, sending her flying into Vax's chest, and when he catches and straightens her up, he looks past her into the empty space, not an intruder in sight.

"Fuck," Vex rasps, rubbing at her throat.

"Gods, are you alright?" Vax pushes her onto the couch, gently tilts her head back to look at her wound. His eyes tell him that it's little more than a scratch, nothing worse than she got from Trinket when he was a cub, but his racing heart is not convinced.

"I'm fine," Vex insists, snatching up a raggedy towel to staunch the bleeding. "Real nice friends you got there," she snarks. "Are we to expect midnight guests often?"

Vax's heart sinks into his feet. It's his fault this happened, his fault the criminal underbelly of Westruun now knows him to be a member of the Clasp. And he can't tell Vex'ahlia why, can never let her know how close she came to all of this herself. "I'm sorry," he whispers, replacing her hand on the towel with his. "It won't happen again. I promise."

She lets him off easy. "Yeah, well, next time, Trinket'll get them, won't you, boy?" He lows, loping over to nudge at her hand for pets.

As his sister scratches at her bear's snout, Vax knocks their foreheads together. "I really am sorry, Stubby."

"I know." She pats his face. "Go back to sleep. Seems like you've got an errand to run in the morning."

But as he lays back down on the floor, his head propped up against Trinket's haunches, he doesn't return to sleep. Instead he stays up, watching the shadows play along the far wall, wondering how in the Nine Hells he's going to get them out of this situation now.

[foreverindreamlandd]

Okay, what if it's Steve's turn to save babysitter reader and she ends up in his arms and they start leaning in, like so close to kissing for the first time but the gang ruins it being all oooooo so they kinda laugh it off but then he kisses her later in the car when he drops her off or something.

Babysitters Club (2)

PART 1

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

WC: 2.7k

Summary: You and the other dumbasses went through Watergate, and all Steve can think about is keeping you safe.

Warnings: Canon level violence, monsters, Vecna shit, mentions of a panic attack, mentions of nightmares. Takes place during and after episode 7 of season 4 (posted before the final two eps have dropped)

~~~~~

In the end, though, things had still managed to go to shit.

While you were celebrating your small victory of rescuing Steve,a new weird tentacle vine thing crept up the boat unnoticed.

And suddenly, Robin was flying back and into the water.

“ROBIN!” you and Steve screamed in unison, scrambling to stand to see if you could find her in the water.

She was gone, all that remained were some air bubbles rising to the surface.

“What do we do?” Nancy asked frantically.

Sirens blared behind you, and you turned to see cop cars pulling up, then to your right you saw four flashlights scurry off further into the woods.

You and Steve shared one look, then started to move, grabbing flashlights and weapons.

Then, you dove.

The rest went by in a weird, nightmarish blur. At one moment, you were swimming. The next, you were falling, and you landed in a desert of vines, giant monstrous bats attacking left and right, and then you were running, passing through a broken, disfigured version of Hawkins.

“Is that…is that my house?” you asked Robin as you headed down the dark street.

She grimaced. “Try not to pay too much attention to everything.”

You made it to Nancy’s house, and managed through hauntingly beautiful gold dust to connect with the kids and Eddie.

Everyone was acting way too calm, like this was all totally normal for them. The near-death moment for Steve in Lover’s Lake had already been a lot to process. To be attacked by literal monsters, be in some hellish alternate dimension, with no real plan on getting back.

It was too much.

And suddenly you couldn’t breathe.

“Hey, hey,” Steve whispered after picking up on your labored breaths, pulling you into the corner as Nancy and Robin continued communicating with the other side. “You’re okay.”

Your body was shaking, vision going dark and you knew you were well on your way to having a full-blown panic attack. “I-I can’t…this is…”

He started rubbing his hands up and down your arms. “Look at me. Y/n, look at me.”

His voice, strong and sure, brought your attention to him rather than the pounding in your ears, and your eyes slowly made their way to his.

His gaze was piercing, stabilizing, comforting.

Protective.

“We’re going to get out of here, okay?” he said, squeezing your shoulders. “We’ve fought these things before and we always win. I’m going to keep you safe and make sure that none of them touch you. I promise.”

Tears fell down your cheeks and you nodded, trying your best to smile and failing.

Without hesitation, he closed the distance and wrapped his arms around you, resting your head against his bare chest.

His heart was racing as quickly as you knew yours was, and it was then that you knew he was as afraid as you were.

But he was here, and though it truly felt like the end of the world, when he said everything was okay, you believed him.

So you hugged him back, and as you felt the beat of his heart slow, you knew yours was doing the same.

“Besides,” he eventually murmured, “Someone has to make sure those little shitheads stay safe.”

You giggled, pulling back to meet his eyes once more with a genuine smile this time.

“Gotta make sure the pay grade doesn’t get compromised,” you said with fake seriousness.

He feigned annoyance. “I really gotta figure out how to get paid for making sure these kids don’t get killed by monsters.”

More laughter, enough to muster up the strength to wipe away your tears and continue forward. 

“Hey guys,” Robin said and you turned to her. “We know what we have to do.”

~~~~~

The four of you stared up at the ceiling of the trailer, staring into the eyes of Dustin, Lucas, Erica, Max, and Eddie as they stared at the ceiling of Eddie’s trailer in a different dimension.

“This is so…” you started.

“Trippy,” Steve finished.

The plan was eerily simple. The group on the other side went to work tying up towels, sheets, shirts, anything they could find to create a rope for you to climb up and then fall down onto a mattress they laid underneath the gate.

Robin went first, the three of you helping her up, and then once she was through she crashed onto the padding.

All of you breathed out a laugh of wonder, completely blown away by the ridiculousness of it all.

Nancy went next, as smoothly as Robin.

“Your turn,” Steve said, handing you the makeshift rope.

You opened your mouth to argue that he could go next and he just lifted up a hand to silence you. “Not up for discussion. I promised I’d keep you safe so I’m going to make sure you stay safe, alright?”

You frowned, looking around the room of floating spores. “But what if I climb through and the gate closes? Or something attacks you while you’re climbing and another vine thingy holds onto your ankle-”

“God, are you always this anxious?” he asked with an amused smile, hands going to his hips, a gesture you were quickly growing fond of.

Your eyes narrowed, but you couldn’t help but smile back as you crossed your arms in defiance. “I call it being prepared for anything.”

Steve just shook his head. “Y/n, please. The longer we’re in here the more likely it will be for danger to come knockin’. Now can you please get your ass up there so I can put a shirt on and maybe find a bandaid or two?” He gestured to his side at the gash left by one of the monster bats - Demobats as Steve started to call them. 

Dread coursed through your body and you grimaced. 

Then, finally, you grabbed the rope. 

“Promise you’ll be right behind?”

He nodded. “So fast I might even crash on top of you on the mattress.”

The cocky bastard winked at you and you snorted, rolling your eyes.

“Doesn’t sound so ba-”

Suddenly, everything went dark.

~~~~~~

Steve knew the moment your hand dropped from the rope in a weird, lifeless way that something was wrong.

“Y/n?” he asked, trying to hide the concern from his voice.

“What’s taking you guys so long! Get your asses down here!” Dustin screamed, but he sounded far away to Steve now that his ears were only focused on hearing your voice.

“Y/n, enough playing around let’s get you up the rope-” he gently touched your shoulder and tried to spin you around.

Only you didn’t move. It was as if you were glued to the floor.

He jumped in front of you. “Oh God,” he cried out, hands instinctively moving to cup your face.

Gone were those lovely, striking irises he was so captivated by. They were glossed over with a white film. 

It was happening again. 

“Shit shit shit.” For a few moments, all he could do was panic, attempting to shake you awake even though he knew it wouldn’t work. “Come on, Y/n, please,” he begged.

Focus Steve, he thought, trying to gather his thoughts. You guys saved Max, you can save her.

He looked up at the group and shouted, “What’s her favorite song?”

Their brows furrowed, not understanding. “What…” one of them - Steve wasn’t paying attention who - said.

“I NEED HER GODDAMN FAVORITE SONG NOW.”

“Oh shit,” Dustin said, looking at Eddie with wide eyes, who looked at Robin with even wider eyes. The two of them ran into Eddie’s room.

Steve’s thumbs stroked the smooth skin over your cheek. “Please don’t do this to me, Y/n. You gotta come back to me. I promised to keep you safe.” His voice grew more choked, more desperate as tears welled in his eyes, completely overwhelmed with the devastating realization of how important you were to him.

“Listen,” he said, choking out a laugh, “You dying is definitely going to ruin any chance of me ever getting paid for babysitting. Can’t ruin my perfect record of keeping the shitheads alive, can you?”

“WE GOT IT!” Eddie yelled, throwing the walkman up until it fell into Steve’s hands.

Hands shaking, he gently put the headphones over your ears.

When he looked at the tape, he exhaled out a wet chuckle. 

“Tears for Fears,” he said, looking back at you. “It’s a good song-” his voice broke and he selfishly allowed himself one precious moment to place an arm around the back of your head and press his lips to your forehead.

Then, he pressed play.

~~~~~

You were in the backyard of your old house, running from the monster behind.

Vecna. This had to be him. Max hadn’t missed a single detail when describing him to you.

And you were his next victim. 

“Y/n,” Vecna called tauntingly, his voice echoing all around you. “Do not fight the inevitable. It is time for you to pay for all the harm you’ve caused…”

You weren’t sure how long you had been running for. It felt like seconds, it felt like days. Your limbs grew heavy, and when you turned you saw that he was gaining on you as he reached out to grab you-

A faint, familiar melody emerged into the air.

It was a guitar intro you identified from the first note alone.

Then, a hazy circle opened up ahead of you.

It was a portal.

And on the other side was Steve. Eyes wide and filled with pain, staring at something so intensely, as if it were the only thing that mattered in the world.

He was so far away, and you were so tired. There was no way you could make it in time.

“Come back to me, Y/n. Please,” Steve said, his voice sounding as if he were underwater.

That’s when you realized.

He was looking at you.

You took a step, then another as the music grew louder and louder. 

Welcome to your life

There’s no turning back

You started to run.

~~~~~~

And then, you were falling.

Steve opened up his arms and caught you, holding your body to his as tightly as he could as you gasped for air.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he kept saying, and you couldn’t tell if he was saying it for your sake or his.

A few beats later, once you caught your breath, you finally noticed how close you were to him.

“Hi,” you said, blinking a few times.

Steve chuckled, relief flooding through him. “Hey.”

“You saved me.”

He moved to brush a piece of hair from your face, his fingers resting along your neck as his thumb brushed along your cheek.

“I promised I would,” he whispered, and his eyes flashed down to your lips. The sound of your breath hitching in response made his head fuzzy.

Steve leaned in-

“IS SHE OKAY?” Dustin yelled, causing the two of you to jump back and look up to the group.

Erica punched his arm and he yelped. “Duh she’s okay,” she mumbled to him. “And they were about to have a moment, idiot!”

The two of you turned your gazes back to each other and burst out laughing.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” you said, standing up and grabbing the rope.

“Right behind ya,” Steve responded, smile plastered on his face.

~~~~ 

TWO WEEKS LATER

“I don’t care what you say, Henderson,” Robin said, balancing a stack of movies in her arms. “I’m not seeing Spaceballs with you.”

Though he was arguing with his best friend, Steve couldn’t help but feel grateful for this moment. The normalcy of bickering over seeing a new movie rather than swinging paddles at monster bats.

“Come on Buckley. It’s going to be hilarious! Besides, I have months before it comes out to wear you down until you finally say yes-”

Bells jingled behind him to signify the entrance of a new customer. 

Based on the look on Robin’s face, it was an unexpected but familiar face.

Steve turned, and when he saw you at the door he temporarily lost control of his body and his elbow bumped into the computer at the register.

“Shit,” he hissed, rubbing the now sore spot. When he looked back up, your right eyebrow was raised in amusement.

“Harrington, is there ever a moment when you aren’t getting hurt?”

He narrowed his eyes at you, unable to suppress a grin caused just by being in your presence. “I heal quickly.”

Silence.

“Um, I think there are some returns in the back that need processing,” Robin said, running away to leave the two of you alone.

More silence.

“So,” Steve started, running his fingers through his hair. “How you been?”

You nodded. “Good. I mean, I get a few more nightmares than I used to…but I’m fine.”

He sighed, nodding in understanding. “The nightmares will go away. Eventually.”

“Yeah?”

A shrug. “That’s what I keep telling myself.”

You laughed, and Steve’s smile widened. 

And then it was back to silence.

“Anything I can help you with?” he asked.

Your eyes swept across the video store as you took a few steps forward. “Couple things, actually. I’m watching Erica tonight and she made the mistake of telling me she’s never seen Star Wars. That little nerd is gonna love it.”

Steve smiled, jumping to action as he emerged from behind the register toward the sci-fi section. He turned and wiggled two fingers to signal for you to follow.

You complied, biting your bottom lip.

He scanned the shelves until mumbling a low aha!, grabbing the VHS and handing it to you with a smug smile.

“Perfect, thank youuu,” you said, grabbing it from him.

“For Hawkin’s beloved babysitter? Anything.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes before reaching into your bag. “Actually, Harrington, that was my second reason for coming here…”

Steve’s brows furrowed in confusion as you pulled out a laminated card and held it out to him.

He took it, staring at the yearbook photo of him printed on blue cardstock and the words next to it.

STEVE HARRINGTON: 

CERTIFIED BABYSITTER

“It means virtually nothing,” you said as he continued staring. “But show that to parents and I can assure you they’ll drop some serious money.”

He shook his head in disbelief, then looked up with an awestruck expression that brought heat to your face.

“I can’t believe you put so much effort…..into a stupid inside joke.”

You grinned. “As if I would ever half-ass anything.”

Steve laughed, running his fingers over the card before taking out his wallet and safely storing it inside. “I love it. Thank you.”

“Thank you for saving my life two weeks ago. Again.” You nervously tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Well, to be fair, you also saved my life. So I guess we’re officially even.”

“For now,” you responded. “With the way you’re so willing to put yourself in harm’s way-” you pointed at his elbow “-someone’s gotta be there to keep you safe.”

Boldness took over as Steve took a small step closer to you, brows raised. “And who’s going to keep you safe?”

You scoffed. “I can keep myself safe.”

“Don’t doubt that at all,” he said, stepping closer, the corners of his mouth twitching.

“But if someone, like, wanted to give me a break at being so strong and awesome and independent all the time..”

“Well,” Steve started with another step toward you, “I am a certified babysitter now. Do you think that makes me qualified?”

Your lips opened slightly, as if you were getting ready to speak, but Steve was so close that his breath touched your skin and suddenly any word you ever knew was gone from your mind.

All you could do was nod.

“Can I ask you something?” Steve asked quietly.

You nodded again, lost in the nearly black hue of his eyes.

“Was Erica right that night? Were we having a moment?”

A small, breathy laugh escaped you, causing the corners of Steve’s eyes to crinkle.

“As if that girl could ever be wrong about anything-”

With that, Steve closed the now minimal distance between you as his lips pressed against yours.

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Thank you for reading! :)

Main Masterlist

[obey-me-headquarters]

Ok, so I can't remember who posted the original post this is based on, but I remember a fic/post were Lucifer has this magical tentacle box, were every time he opens it a bunch of tentacles spourt out and fucks him?

He magical wards the door so none of his brothers can get inside of his room, but you know who canonical can pass through Lucifer's wards?? Us.

So imagine, after a long day of dealing with his brothers and council work, Lucifer comes home and immediately heads to his room. Placing the wards up he's quick to shed off his clothing and take out the box.

Opening the lid, a familiar flog rolls out of the box as tentacles begin pouring out. Taking the box towards his enormous bed, he places it at the foot of the bed while he makes himself comfortable at the headboard.

It doesn't take long before tentacles begin tracing his body. Exploring his body like they done countless times before. Wrapping themselves around his cock, Lucifer let's out a breathy moan. Lucifer sees no shame in begging the tentacles for more, seeing as they can't actually hear him.

"Fu-fuck! Please, please fuck me already. I need it."

Finally, after what feels like eons to Lucifer, the tentacles circle his hole and press inward. A loud screech echos throughout his room as the tentacles immediately move at a punishing pace. Not giving him a lick of mercy as they pound harshly into his prostrate.

The room is soundproof, so none of his brothers can hear what's going in inside of his room. Like the attic though, you're able to hear.

Stepping inside of the house of Lamentation you're meet with the sound of....Groaning? You think for a spilt second that the house is haunted. Tip toeing down the hallway, the moaning gets louder and louder as you get closer to Lucifer's door, and the idea that the house is haunted is quickly disproven.

Pressing your ear against the door you hear signature Pathetic Lucifer(tm) sounds as well, a slooping sound? Confused and curious, you quietly open the door and sneak inside.

You think you're dreaming the second you lay eyes on Lucifer. He's pressed against the headboard, red tentacles wrapping around his arms and holding him down. A few of them are pumping his cock fiercely, while others are pounding into his hole.

Rubbing your eyes, you confirm that this is not a dream. Smirking you lean against Lucifer's desk, content to take in the sights before Lucifer spots you.

It takes a while for him to realize you're even there. Too preoccupied by getting his dick and hole abused by tentacles to look around. Clearing your throat Lucifer's head snaps up and he locks eyes with you.

"M-Mc! What- ah - what are you doing here?!" He cries out, cutting his words off with a moan as a practically harsh tentacle gabs his prostrate.

"Oh you know. Chilling. Checking on your paperwork." You say casually, thumbing through the pile of documents on Lucifer's desk.

Lucifer goes to say something else, but his words die in his throat as the tentacles pick him up and manhandle him.

"Oh, don't mind me. Just continue what you're doing." You wave off.

Lucifer moans as the tentacles spread his legs towards you, like they're trying to show off. He knows that they're not sentient enough to have its own thoughts and feelings, just know how to pleasure someone, but some times he thinks it's able to read minds and chose the most devious thing to do. Hence the displaying.

Turning around at the moan, you feel the air being knocked out of your chest as you look at Lucifer. Hair tossed, face flushed, and a dick so hard and drooling it looks like it physically hurts. You can't help yourself, you charge forward and capture his lips with a kiss.

Lucifer moans against you. Pulling back you take one look of his fucked out face before diving back in. Biting and sucking on his neck you create the most beautiful of hickeys.

Your hands wander to the one place the tentacles aren't touching, his nipples. You give them a firm tug, earning you a gasp. To make up for it you rub sweet circles into his nipples, grinning as Lucifer melts against your touch.

Shifting backwards, you take a good look at the tentacles.

"Do they have suckers?" You ask.

Lucifer shakes his head, not trusting his voice. Humming you grap a tentacles, it's smooth and slightly wet, not unlike a tongue.

Shifting off the bed Lucifer cries after you, moving towards you as much as the tentacles allow him to. Giggling you pat his head, reinsuring him before making your way to the box.

The tentacles more out of the way as you examine it. You're not totally fluent in ancient Demonic, but thanks to Satan, you got the basics down.

"Hey Luci! Apparently there's an enchantment to change the feel of the tentacles!"

Lucifer groans in response, and you take that as permission to continue. Clearing your throat, you speak the ancient Demonic words and hope that you're pronouncing them correctly.

When you finish you watch in awe as the tentacles begin to change. With a glimmer the tentacles grow small appendages, tendrils, and suckers. Lucifer moans at the sensation, the tiny tendrils rubing against his slit and overwhelming him completely. While the tentacles in his ass grow even larger.

"There's a sucker!" You exclaim, picking up a tentacle and moving it towards his chest. For some reason the tentacles have no problem with you moving them, even as they hold Lucifer down.

Pressing the sucker against his nipples, Lucifer immediately cries out. Back straightening, Lucifer falls against you. Catching him you rub his back soothingly before he shots cum all over your lap.

You work Lucifer through his orgasm, rubbing his back and peppering his face in kisses. Panting, Lucifer comes down from his high, only to squirm when he realizes the tentacles hasn't stopped.

"T-too much." He pants out, writhing against you. Grinning you push Lucifer back against the bed. Hovering ontop of him you give him your best Sadastic Smile, earning a shiver from him.

"Come on Luci, you can take a bit more can't you? I mean, it was you who rushed home so you could get dicked down by a tentacle box."

Lucifer groans at your words, already knowing that he's going to be in for a long night. 

[amerrierworld]

Swaddled

Summary: we interrupt your regularly scheduled fic-posting with some urgent soft!alcina 

Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu x gn!reader

Word Count: 1,409

Warnings: absolute tooth-rotting fluff (plus a hint of steam). featuring the (possibly canon??) long-haired Alcina :3

If there was anything you loved nearly as much as Alcina in Castle Dimitrescu, it was her bed. It was large enough to fit two of her with room to spare, and sleeping in it was comfortable beyond belief.

When you were buried beneath the covers and she came into the room, you had to make noise like a hiding kitten to alert her that you were hidden by the massive duvet, so she wouldn’t flop down on the mattress and accidentally squash you.

Alcina had now gotten accustomed to habitually turn back any covers on the beds or couches that she came across, just to double check.

On one such occasion she came into her bedroom and reached over to pull the blankets down, and a sudden, meek squeal of protest made her smile.

You were clinging to her pillows, swaddled in the covers, surrounded by Alcina’s musky, warm scent, and would not have woken up had it not been for the rush of cold air as your cocoon was unraveled. 

“Hello there, little dove,” Alcina whispered as your eyes opened and your face scrunched up, burrowing your head further into the pillow. “You slept through dinner again.”

You enjoyed taking a late afternoon nap, but sometimes when you slept in Alcina’s bed, you kept on dreaming for longer than intended. 

You sat up groggily, hair swept in all directions and watched as Alcina tugged off her gloves and began unpinning her hair from the tight up-do she wore underneath her wide-brimmed hat. 

“Are you hungry?” the giantess asked, sitting at her vanity and thoroughly removing her makeup. “I’ll fetch someone to bring dinner if you’d like.”

You shook your head, watching Alcina as you pressed back into the pillows, bare legs worming underneath the warm covers again. Everything in this room made Alcina look normal-sized, and made you seem like a small dwarf-like creature. All items, from the chairs to the bathroom sink, had been catered to her measurements. 

You preferred to use the regular-sized furniture and rooms in the castle simply for convenience, but when you had the chance, you would always choose Alcina’s bed over yours. Considering that she couldn’t cuddle in your bed like you could in hers, it made the most sense to you.

Long, black hair tumbled from her bun down her shoulders and back and you marveled at the sight. She had a few shorter pieces in the front that she curled and styled to stay in overnight, but tonight seemed rather relaxed, because she brushed through it and left it loose. 

“Is there still room for me there, little dove?” she teased as she walked over to the closet and pulled out a nightgown while gesturing towards the bed. You giggled and spread your limbs like a limp starfish, exclaiming,

“No! Sorry, your bed has been entirely occupied.”

“A shame,” she purred, changing from her creamy dress to an almost pure-white nightgown. Her heels came off and stayed by her vanity chair, and she patted barefoot over to you. “I’ll be forced to use whatever means necessary to reclaim my place.”

“Do whatever you will, I shall never move,” you declared, willing your limbs to stay still, iron-like.

“Whatever, you say?” she drawled, arms coming to plant beside your head, sinking deeper into the soft cushions of the pillows and mattress. You felt your face heat up in surprise as her locks tumbled down and brushed along your shoulders. 

“Perhaps I can be persuasive,” she whispered, full lips pressing against your temple. The smell of her was even stronger now, and you felt your senses tingle as her nose trailed down your face, along your cheekbone. Her larger mouth hovering over yours with a tantalizing smirk.

You felt your body rise as her lips began peppering soft kisses along your lips and chin, but you didn’t bring your arms up around her like you usually did. That made her hum in feigned annoyance, and she kissed your pulse point a bit harder.

Fangs scraped lightly along your skin and you gasped, but just a little.

“Hungry?” you asked, squeezing your eyes shut as a long tongue soothed the skin and suckled over your racing pulse.

“Hmm.. some other time, perhaps,” she replied. Her fingers reached down to your bare legs, the slightest of touches making you buck your hips.

“Come now, darling,” she cooed, her hands wandering and her mouth hot against your skin, “give up and let me ravish you.”

You giggled, and retorted, “never.”

The pillows were off the bed in a second, and suddenly your whole figure was shadowed by Alcina holding you down with the weight of her body. She kicked the duvet further down the bed, exposing your body. She pulled your legs apart,  thumbs rubbing over the inside of your thighs.

“Strong, but ever the fool,” she observed, your fingers grabbling the sheets to not pull her hands to where you were hot and needy. “I can tell you want it, sweetling.”

“Cruel,” you whined as her hands came off of your legs. You expected her to keep kissing you, to hold you down and whisper until you were melting and begging. But instead, her heavy warmth disappeared, and you cracked open an eye to see her sit at the foot of the bed, apparently ready to leave.

“Where are you going?” you asked, as she grabbed a silk robe to put over her nightgown.

“To find other accommodations for the night,” she said, “I’ve clearly lost this battle. You will never budge, it seems.”

Her tone was neutral, but you caught sight of her profile, framed by dark wavy locks, and her lips were pulled into a mischievous smirk.

“No,” you breathed, barely audible. Alcina turned her head away, pushing her arms into the sleeves of the robe.

“What was that?” she asked, but you both knew damn well she heard what you said.

“No!” this time you were the one who pounced, flying up to wrap your arms around her neck from behind before she could stand up.

Her laugh was melodic and soft as you clung to her, face burying in her sweet-smelling hair. 

“You’re mean,” you whined, “we were playing a game. You never sleep without me.”

Your lips pressed underneath her ear, nose worming through her hair and Alcina chuckled deeply.

“Of course we were playing a game, little dove. And now you’ve lost.”

You opened your mouth to retort but only a screech escaped you as Alcina stood, suddenly, lifting you up in the air while holding onto her neck. She plucked you off with flawless ease and then you were being cradled in her arms, her perfect smile showing perfect teeth, and you couldn’t bother being mad at her for tricking you.

“Fine,” you grumbled, crossing your arms, “but you have to make it up to me. I was actually gonna win against you for the first time ever had you not played tricks.”

“I always play tricks, darling,” she said, hands rubbing your form as she settled back against the pillows, you in her arms. You squirmed until she released you and you sat upon her middle staring up into those golden eyes with defiance written all over your face. 

“I suppose that’s true,” you grumbled, “though that doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it.”

She grinned again, her eyes crinkling. You wondered if she ever smiled this much before you had come to stay at Castle Dimitrescu. The thought made your heart beat a little faster. Then you wondered if her senses could pick up on that. Everything about her made you wonder.

“How does my sweet want to reconcile?” Alcina asked, one hand cupping the back of your neck. “I can’t have you stay angry at me forever.”

You raised yourself a little higher and climbed up a bit more so you could press your mouth against hers. Once she was delightfully distracted by your tongue twining with hers, your small hands wandered down to her breasts, running the fingertips over the tops that were exposed to your eyes.

Alcina’s breath came out in a soft, slow gasp, and you continued, pushing the robe off of her shoulders and then the silky straps down her arms, before you cupped them both in your hands, feeling stiff nipples as you sucked her lower lip with a grin.

“I can think of a few things,” you said.

A/N: and that concludes our very urgent announcement. back to business, everyone.

[m-jelly]

Hey!! Can you write something where the reader is a mother figure to the 104th and they pick up on how Levi is more softer and gentler around the reader and they try getting them together along with the help of Hange and Erwin, please :) thank you!!

Aww, so cute <3 Yes, I'm happy to do this for you. Momma bear and Daddy bear becoming a couple.

Operation: Love trap

Pairing: Levi x Reader

Genre and tags: Romance, falling in love, canon world, scouts being silly, teamwork, sneaking cadets, playful, fluff.

Concept: The scout cadets see you and Levi as their mum and dad with the way you are with them. You are medical support for the scouts and you help in training, as well as patching up the cadets. You are passed around squads, but you're mainly with Levi and his. The cadets have noticed that Levi is soft and sweet with you, but rough and snappy with others. The cadets are determined to get the two of you together as a couple because they can see the tension. With the help of Hange and Erwin, they set the perfect plan.

Connie let out a long sigh as he watched you and Levi talking, then you laughing at Levi and giving his arm a little squeeze. He saw a blush getting stronger on the Captain's cheeks and go to his ears. He raised a brow when Levi smiled just a tiny bit.

Jean sat next to his friend, then ruffled his hand on his head. "What's wrong?"

Sasha crouched in front of him. "You seem upset." She gasped. "Maybe you're hungry!" She started to drool as she thought of food. "Let's go eat."

Connie shook his head. "I'm not hungry, I'm just confused and annoyed."

Jean frowned a little. "Huh? Is it Eren again? That damn asshole. I can punch the little shit if you want?"

"It's not Eren. It's the Captain and the medical squad leader." He pouted a bit. "Just look at them over there."

Jean looked over and saw Levi show you an arm hold to stop people, so your arm was behind your back and Levi was close. "Oh, yeah they're practically screwing in public. Why does everyone get the person they want." He looked over at Mikasa following Eren. "But I don't?"

"They're not together."

Sasha gasped. "What!? Mum and the Captain aren't a couple?"

Jean looked back at you and Levi. "Kind of stupid. They clearly want each other."

Sasha hummed. "If they were animals, this would be clear mating rituals taking place. They flirt a lot and the Captain looks at the medic like she's the most delicious meat he's ever seen."

Connie sat up. "We should get them together."

Jean thought a little, then nodded. "I agree. If the Captain has a lover, then he'll be softer on us with his training."

"Ah! Great idea."

Sasha clapped her hands. "Yes! Oh, but how do we do this?"

Jean hummed and thought for a while. "I think we should talk to Erwin and Hange. They might be able to assist us."

Connie jumped up. "Let's go!"

Jean followed his excited friends. "I just hope this goes well."

You stopped laughing at Levi, then looked over at the cadets. "Where are they off to?"

Levi watched the three cadets walk away. "Tch, damn little shits. They should be training!"

You placed your hand on his chest and pushed him back a little. "Let them go. They're probably getting something to eat or drink. They need the breaks."

Levi pouted a little. "But..."

You smiled sweetly at him. "As their medical advisor, they need a break."

He sighed. "Okay."

You rubbed his chest. "Thank you."

He hummed and relaxed. "I guess I should have a break then, huh?"

You cupped his face. "Yes, please. You need it."

He closed his eyes and enjoyed your touch. "Okay, okay. I'll be a good guy."

You let him go, then sighed and stretched a little. "Alright. I think I'll have a break too."

Levi walked with you inside the base. He wanted to ask you something but saw a scout running for you and shouting for you. "I'll catch you later."

You waved to Levi. "Look after yourself and get some rest, okay?"

"Sure."

You went with the scout to your medical office, then treated her for a bad stomach. You sent her on her way, then started doing your paperwork and missed Levi. You sighed, then looked up when someone knocked on your door. "Come in!"

Sasha peeked into your office and smiled. "Hi, miss." She walked inside your office and saluted. "I was wondering if I could do some training with you?"

You nodded. "Sure."

She gasped. "Oh, but I can't right now. Could we meet at two by the treeline in the base?"

You nodded. "Sure. I'll note it down and I'll see you in half an hour."

She gave you the thumbs up. "Great! See you soon!"

You hummed a laugh, then carried on working until it was two. You left your office and listened against Levi's door, but heard nothing. You frowned a little thinking maybe he'd fallen asleep or something. You kept walking until you were outside. You ast Levi waiting around and picking at a table with dinner date things on.

You stopped by the table. "What's all this?"

Levi looked at you. "Beats me."

Connie walked over in a suit. "Please, take a seat and your dinner shall begin."

"Dinner?"

You hummed a laugh. "This is odd but cute." You sat down and sighed. "You joining, or am I having dinner alone?"

Levi sat down, then picked up the bottle and poured drinks. "What do you think they're up to?"

You shrugged. "I don't know, but this is nice."

Levi blushed a little and went to speak, but Jean and Connie came back with food. He glared at them so they left, then he smiled a little at you. "So, I have something to ask you."

You sipped your drink and smiled. "What's that?"

He cleared his throat and wiggled in his seat. "Would you have this dinner with me if I just asked you?"

You blushed as you gazed at Levi, then you nodded. "Yes. Yes, I would have said yes." You blushed a little more. "I like you, Levi."

He gulped hard and messed with his food. "I have feelings more than like. I've had a crush on you for a while now and that turned into love."

You got up, then walked over to Levi and offered your hand. "I'm pretty sure the cadets set this up and it's sweet of them, but let's go somewhere private and talk."

Levi held your hand, then walked with you. He stopped a moment. "Tch, oi!? Shitty cadets? Thanks for this, but don't you dare follow us." He sighed and started walking with you. He squeezed your hand and gazed at you. "Did you know I loved you?"

You smiled a little. "I had a feeling you felt something for me because you were so nice to me. I guess I was right, huh?"

He nodded, then stopped on the woodland path. "I want to be with you. I want to love you."

You turned to Levi and kissed him. "I want to be with you as well."

He blushed hard as his heart raced. "You. What? I. Well."

You kissed him again and smiled. "I love you too Levi. Now, kiss me."

Levi yanked you against him and kissed you roughly. He bit your lip, then slipped his hot tongue into your mouth. You both felt yourself melting in each other's arms. He moved you and guided you to the tree. He pressed you against it and poured his heart into the kiss. Both of you had strong pent up feelings and they were clearly coming through in this moment.

Levi pulled back and panted. "I might not kiss you much in public, but behind closed doors and in private I will not stop touching you, holding you and kissing you."

You lightly touched his cheek and smiled. "I'll be the same. Our love is for us in private. It might upset some meddling cadets, but that's just how we are."

Levi hummed, then nipped your neck. "Want to go back to my office?"

You bit your lip. "Yes."

He stared at you, then blushed. "N-Not for that. Not yet."

You giggled and held his hand. "Well, whatever you have planned for me, I look forward to it."