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𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Sleepy voice Az, SMUUUUUUUTTTTTTT — pretty vanilla imo (unprotected p in v, creampie, biting, maybe the slightest hint of shadow play? Idk, I just work here) but it's morning sex, fem!mate reader, hints at possessive Az.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 1.4K

“You don't know the things you do to me, shadowsinger.” Your soft voice cut through the serenity of the room, echoing in a whisper as his shadows caressed your neck, gently brushing through your hair.

The dark sheets beneath the two of you rustled as Azriel shifted slightly; his grip on you tightened a small fraction, pulling your body closer to his.

He hummed sleepily, burying his nose in your hair, inhaling that sweet scent he loved so much. 

“I might have some idea.” He murmured, his voice a low rumble, still laden with sleep. Yet you could hear the slight smirk in his tone.

A soft hum of amusement came from you as your fingers delicately traced invisible shapes on his skin. “Why's that?” Your voice was still quiet, not wanting to disturb the calm that came with the rainy morning outside.

The whole house was quiet except for the soft pitter patter of rain on the balcony and windows, as if everyone else was enjoying the cozy, rainy morning just as much as the two of you were. . . Hell, neither of you had opened your eyes yet. 

Azriel ran his fingers down the bare skin of your back, tracing your spine with a feather light touch; you shivered slightly beneath his hand. 

He let out a breathy chuckle, his hand drifting from your spine to your hip — he gripped it firmly, the muscles in his hand flexing. He shifted once again, his head moving down so he could press light kisses to your skin. 

Your temple. Cheeks. Jawline. Neck. Shoulder. Then he kissed back up again, until they reached your lips. 

He was gentle. Basking in the feeling of your lips against his, the connection was almost lazy in movement. 

Then he pulled back just enough, finally opening his eyes to stare down at you. “Because I know you.” His hand came up, cupping your cheek as his thumb ran across your skin, his gaze tracing every possible detail of your face.

Your eyes fluttered open at the soft touch; your heart beat faster at the sight of his beautiful hazel eyes. Gods, you loved those eyes. . . Especially when the usually stoic shadowsinger was staring at you with such reverence. 

You'd never seen him look at anyone the way he looked at you.

“I know how your body reacts to me.” He whispered. You shivered as his touch fell to the pulse point on your neck, gently tracing the area.

“I know how you taste.” Azriel shifted both of you so he was on top, his body naturally taking up residence between your legs. 

He hovered above you, his head lowering to leave a trail of kisses and love bites from your chest to just below your ear. He smirked against you as he listened to your breathing begin to grow slightly ragged. 

“I know how you feel.” He whispered, gently grinding his hard length against you, feeling how wet you already were.

You let out a soft, whimpering moan; he let out a low groan and his hands gripped the dark sheets. 

“I know how you smell when you're aroused. . .” Azriel shifted his hips, positioning himself right where he wanted to be. 

“Az. . .” You whimpered softly. He lifted his head to look into your eyes once again, searching for any indication that you didn't want him to continue. He found absolutely none. . . All he found was a heady mixture of love and lust in those eyes he fell in love with. 

He shifted his hips once again, before he finally began to push in, filling you inch by inch — a hand found your hip to hold you in place.

Your body reacted immediately and arched into him as a sound of pleasure left your parted lips. At the same time, his shadows brushed over your hardened nipples in the cool room, a gentle caress over your skin. 

A guttural, borderline feral, groan came from Azriel as he buried his face in your neck, his teeth grazing your skin while he rolled his hips.

“And I know the way you sound.” He murmured against your neck, gently nipping as his shadows proceeded to roam across your body, touching all of your most sensitive spots, drawing out gasps and whimpers.

“It's all for me.” Azriel raised his head once more, his heated gaze locking on your expression of pure ecstasy. 

“It's all for you.” You moaned out, grasping the dark sheets tightly as pleasure met you with each thrust.

He growled softly, his pace picking up just the slightest bit. . . His hands trailed from your hips to your thighs, pushing them gently so you were more open to him. 

“Mine.” He breathed out raggedly. “You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.” Thrust. 

“Yours.” 

He captured your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth. He couldn't get enough of you, every taste and touch further sparking his need for you.

His hands gripped your thighs tighter, holding you as close to him as possible. He rocked his hips against yours, his rhythm becoming more urgent and forceful. Each movement sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body, his restraint rapidly slipping away.

He broke the kiss, his breathing heavy and ragged as he trailed his lips down your neck, his teeth grazing over your sensitive skin.

Pleasure built up within you, every thrust driving you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel the pressure getting to be too much until it finally snapped with a moan of his name, the feeling washing over you like a wave.

He groaned, feeling your body tighten around him, trembling from the sensations only he could bring you. He didn't want it to end just yet, but he felt his own pleasure building, coiling tightly like a spring ready to snap at any moment.

“So good for me.” He murmured, his movement becoming erratic as he was pushed closer, teetering right on the edge of pleasure. 

He pulled you flush against him as he climaxed, his arms wrapping tightly around your body as he fought to catch his breath. His heart was pounding in his chest. He could feel the tremors running through every part of him.

He nuzzled his face against your neck, his lips caressing every inch of skin he could reach. He didn't want to let go of you, didn't want to lose the feeling of your body pressed against his.

“You're going to be the death of me.” Azriel murmured against your neck, his fingers tracing invisible shapes on your body as you both came down from the high.

A soft chuckle came from you, followed by a hum as you finally caught your breath. “That's what you get for falling in love with me, shadowsinger.” 

He huffed out a small laugh before leaving one last kiss. He pulled out and backed away, looking down at his handiwork. “So beautiful.” He hummed, his voice a low rumble as he stared down at your body. 

Sometimes he couldn't believe it. You were his.

He wordlessly got out of bed and walked into the bathroom, returning a few moments later with a damp, warm washcloth. 

“Here we go.” He murmured softly as he began to clean you up from the encounter; a soft hum of contentment left your lips as you felt the warm cloth on your skin, wiping away the remnants. . . 

Eventually, the day pulled you and Azriel from the confines of his room. . . The rain never ceased, the large drops spilling from the sky creating its own song. 

Cassian's boisterous laughter met your ears as you and Azriel walked down the hall, towards the dining room — side by side, his shadows crawling over your body like you were the one able to command them. 

The quieter voices grew louder the closer the two of you got; then you rounded the corner and the rest of the family came into view. . . 

Cassian's gaze immediately landed on you and Azriel. He let out another laugh, looking between Feyre, Rhysand, you, and Azriel. . . “Looks like everyone started their morning with a bang.” 

Rhysand smirked, pleased with himself as he pulled his mate closer to him.

Azriel raised an eyebrow, yet couldn't help the small upturn of his lips into a satisfied smirk.

As for you and Feyre? A look of slight horror and embarrassment was shared between the two of you.

Cassian went to open his mouth again.

“Cass, for the love of the gods. . . Shut up.” You muttered with wide eyes, effectively cutting him off. 

He only smirked.

Simultaneous groans came from you and Feyre. . . Cassian wouldn't let it go. . . He'd be at it all day. . . Yet when your gaze finally found Nesta, your eyes locked on the new love bites that were just barely hidden by her modest sleepwear.

And then you looked back to Cassian with a smirk.

Game on.

A/N— Y'all, I've been slacking with writing because I've been so busy with classes, writing my book, and trying to get my license. At this point, life is a party and I'm the piñata. . . So I apologize if this isn't that good or doesn't make sense, I'm trying to get back into writing fanfics for all of you.

Xoxo, Silver ♡

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Full Throttle

“I hope I was worth your time”

꒰ Warnings:꒱ Sexual content, Name-calling & language , oral in a bar bathroom (so classy, I know), Reader is bitchy, Mentioned height difference, Vi has a tongue piercing, Pet names. Angsty-ish.

꒰ A/n: ꒱ HAPPY 400!! (Someone grab the confetti!) Rockstar!Vi oneshot since she won the poll. Aka: a run-in with a face you don’t recognize… until the next morning. Around 5k words

“There she is,” the familiar warm tone said the moment you stepped into the building. she sat, gold eyeshadow reflecting over her eyelids as they opened a bit more to take you in. Growing up together, and still stuck like glue, Mel waved you over to her booth.

The fresh scent of espresso and warm pastries wafted through the air of the café as your shoes clicked across the floor. You couldn’t help but think how much more comfortable these were than last night’s.

“Here I am,” you confirmed, leaning down to hug her side before sitting across from her. “God, I’m starving. Can I?” You reached for the croissant on her small plate.

She pushed it toward you, laughing. “Besides the hair, you look suspiciously well-rested for somebody who said they had a ‘crazy night’ and promised details.” She mused, tapping her finger on the table.

You leaned back on the red-cushioned booth. “Oh, trust me. It was crazy.” You nodded, still chewing, covering your mouth as you spoke. Not missing the anticipation in her tone.

Outside the large windows, the city continued to spring to life. The occasional beep of a yellow taxi horn and incessant chatter seemed to fade into the background as you began to describe your night, with the occasional interruption from Mel trying to get way too many details. You jokingly told her you’d record it for her next time, and she seemed way too intrigued by the idea. But her burst of laughter after reassured you she was joking as always, insisting that you needed to loosen up.

Then, suddenly, you noticed her brown eyes flicker to something past your shoulder. It didn’t catch your attention at first; she was always nosy and hyper-aware of her surroundings. But when her eyes narrowed and her head tilted slowly back to you, your eyebrow raised, and you nodded for her to speak, stopping your previous conversation.

“Now, this might be a longshot,” she squinted slightly, lips pressing together in thought. “But what color did you say her hair was again?”

“Black with, like, highlights. Why?” You blinked. “And who are—” You tilted your head in curiosity, following her gaze to the decorative wall behind you.

A tour poster was plastered across the bulletin board near the café entrance, glossy and bold, listing cities and dates beneath an unmistakable face. Messy undercut. Sharp jawline. A cocky expression even in still laminated print.

Vi. Your hometown was listed for the 22nd to the 26th. Today was the last day. “Holy shit.” You let out a breathy laugh, half in disbelief, half in realization.

Mel’s eyes widened as she studied your reaction. No way. That’s not—”

“Yeah…” You exhaled, shaking your head as a ridiculous, almost nervous laugh bubbled out. “That is her.”

“Details. Now. Right. Now,” Mel demanded, her eyes gleaming as she set her tea down with a clink. Hands clasped.

You rolled your eyes, but the smirk on your lips gave you away. “Oh, settle down.”

“Don’t tell me to settle down, tell me what happened!” She shook her head and leaned forward.

“Okay , okay!” You sighed, as you drummed your fingers against the table. “Well, You had just called me about being late when…”

── ── ☆ That night, ☆ ── ──

The moonlight cast shadows behind you, cool air drifting over your arms as the clacking of your heels echoed down the sidewalk. As the clock ticked and the moon rose, you realized you were definitely going to be later than intended. Not that you wanted to go anyway—loud music, your friends dragging you around the reserved VIP section, and way too many pictures to pose for. You knew you were being a negative Nancy about it—at least, that’s what Mel had said over the phone.

“Where are you? Everyone is already here.”

Mel’s voice was almost drowned out by the bass on the other line, the party clearly in full swing. You held the phone up to your ear, your clutch in your other hand. You knew you should’ve gotten up earlier, but those extra minutes of sleep had been way too tempting. It was a mutual friend’s 21st, so naturally, everyone wanted to dress up and go out. In your defense, though, this was all last minute.

“I’m a few blocks away. There was absolutely no parking.” You replied.

One truth and a lie. Whoops. There wasn’t any parking, but you were definitely farther than just a few blocks. Pushing a few strands of hair out of your face, you glanced down at the blue lettering of the GPS on your dim phone screen—still a few minutes until you arrived. Downtown was always like this, even while the city slept.

Mel kept talking, trying to explain something about a potential shortcut, but you could barely make out a word she was saying. You jerked the phone away from your ear every time she yelled when you asked her to repeat herself. As much as you loved her, she was definitely the time police between the two of you—sometimes helpful, other times just plain annoying.

The neon glow of different bars, shops, even that overpriced café Mel had been begging you to go to, cast vibrant hues against the pavement behind you as you clicked your way around another corner.

The light on the crosswalk was just barely counting down before you’d have to wait for God knows how long. You quickly hung up on Mel, telling her you’d call her back later.

Glancing around, you saw only distant cars on the opposite street, the environment eerily quiet.

The point of your red heel rested flat as you stepped past the traffic light pole, walking onto the rigid, faded lines of the crosswalk. Not to be snobby, but the city could definitely use a small revamp. Potholes, cracked sidewalks, and worn street lines seemed to go unnoticed in a place like this.

You glanced down at your phone, momentarily blinded by a strand of hair falling into your face, causing you to involuntarily pause for a moment. Just a few more minutes on the GPS. But before you could continue down—A rumbling sound. Fast. Way too close for comfort. Your breath caught as the gleam of a shiny dark vehicle reflected your figure in the middle of the crosswalk.

A muffled shout bled out from underneath the helmet of the individual guiding it down the street. Panic shot through you as you jerked back onto the sidewalk, just in time.

“What the hell!?” you shouted, your bag slipping from your hands and your phone clattering flat against the pavement.

The sound of skidding tires, the slam of brakes. The figure, clad in leather, barely stopped short of colliding with you. The bike skidded to a stop just a few feet away, the scent of burnt rubber lingering as the rider kicked down the stand. as she swung a leg over and straightened up, pulling off her helmet with a huff.

“Yeah, what the hell is right,” she shot back, tucking the helmet under her arm. “You got a death wish?”

“Excuse me?” Your head snapped up, eyes narrowing.

“You heard me,” she said, rolling her shoulders back like she was shaking off the near miss. “Crosswalks exist for a reason.”

You scoffed, dusting off your bag. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I inconvenience your little joyride?” Frowning at the scratches.

She huffed a dry laugh, finally giving you a once-over. one that started irritated but lingered just a second too long. “Yeah. And people cross the road when they see the walking man on the sign.” She pointed at the sign across from you, the little white figure glowing mockingly. “Not randomly whenever the hell they feel like it.”

“Are you serious right now?—” you deadpanned, exasperated. Then, with a saccharine smile, you added, “Thanks, officer. I’ll keep note of that.” You nodded, dripping with sarcasm.

Her eyes rolled, patience growing thinner as your fake smile made her blood boil. Her free hand gripped the leather of her jacket, resisting the urge to grab you by the collar and—

“Oh, ha-ha. You’re really a comedian, sweet cheeks.” She scoffed, stepping forward. Only a foot or two of space separated you now. God, you were prissy. Slightly taller, dressed in expensive, clean-knit clothing. Your eyes barely brushed over hers, dismissive. Plus the way you smelled—how could she even notice that at a time like this?

“Mm You liked that? Thanks, I’ll be here all night. Just gotta stay clear of idiots on death traps,” you jabbed, rolling your eyes like it was a competition—who could do it the most? Then, with a huff, you turned back to dust yourself off.

“Aww, you’re all worked up.” She remarked nonchalantly, watching your expression as you turned away from her. Prissy as hell, sure. But damn if you weren’t kinda (extremely) … cute. “And those ‘death traps’ are a hell of a lot more convenient than walking.”

“The conversation was over like five minutes ago,” you brushed her off, barely paying attention as you glanced at the WAIT sign. Sighing, already knowing you’d have to wait to cross again. “Have fun with that, though.”

“Conversation’s over?” She smirked, shifting her weight on her boots, clearly amused by your obvious desire to be done with her. “You just walkin’ around town for fun or something?” Her gaze flickered downward, taking in your jewelry, your makeup, your hair—all of it. She was obviously sizing you up, and you could tell.

“Stranger danger. Mind yours, lady.” You chuckled, waving her off with a well-polished nail.

“Oh, I’m definitely minding mine, sweetheart.” She shot back, ignoring the smirk threatening her poker face. Her gaze dropped to your nails, interest slipping through her snarky demeanor. “Got a hot date tonight or something?”

You sighed deeply, the heels on your feet turning to face her fully. “Unless you wanna cough up an apology, all this—” you gestured toward her mouth, referring to her talking “—needs to stop. Like, now. Thanks.”

Her smirk faltered, almost turning into a frown. You were bitchy, sure, and definitely stubborn. But now you weren’t backing down? She had to give you credit for that. “Apologize?” She mocked, tilting her head with an amused glint in her eyes. “Relax,, you survived. Besides, technically, you were in the way.”

“I looked before I crossed. You came out of thin air.” You huffed, eyes flickering over her jacket, her piercings, her tattoos—all in contrast to yourself. Then, catching yourself, you quickly looked back at her face. “Whatever. It’s fine.”

She noticed your gaze linger, noting how your eyes moved over her. She didn’t need a mirror to know how drastically different you two looked. But there you were, still talking to her. Leaning forward slightly, she wasn’t even sure why she was keeping this conversation going. “Then we’re done here.”

“Fantastic.” You sighed, arms crossed, waiting for the light to change. The “wait” sign glowing, taunting you.

This felt like a standoff—closed mouths but wandering minds. Raging thoughts that you pushed down, catching the way she kept glancing at your exposed legs just below the hem of your dress. Your usual defenses weren’t working on her. She’s … still here? Her attention had turned back to her phone, her lock screen flashing. Herself. Of course. It looked like she was… singing? Or maybe at some kind of concert—you couldn’t quite make it out before looking back across the street.

The crosswalk glowed: walk. Your eyes scanned the sign, feeling almost… disappointed? You shifted your weight, glancing at it, but didn’t move right away. Your feet felt molded to the pavement below your René Caovilla’s—shoes Mel had gifted you, seeming useless now. This wasn’t a game of freeze tag, but you were definitely stilled.

“Took long enough,” you muttered, trying to act like you hadn’t just hesitated to leave her side. You didn’t even know her, but the flutter in your gut made you not care in the moment.

You had to go through with it, of course you did. You promised to show your face tonight, got dressed, did your makeup. Your leg shifted, about to take that step—threatening to break the bubble that had built between you. The whole situation was bizarre. You were supposed to go to the party, look your best, do your thing. But something had kept you here. You shifted your weight, ready to take that step, only to be stopped by a familiar waft of perfume. The scent was stronger now. lingering in the air like a trail behind you. She was still there.

You glanced down at your phone, a full 30 minutes late now. Mel was going to murder you, but that concern seemed to fade when you looked back at Vi. She was on the phone, sighing as she hung up, seemingly about to leave. Something in you snapped, and you blurted out the words before you could stop them.

“I’ve changed my mind.”

She stopped, her leg coming back down from the curb. “About…?”

“I do want an apology. For you almost flattening me.” You added.

She rolled her eyes, about to shoot back with some sarcastic remark, but you interrupted her before she could.

“Not like that,” you said, cutting her off with a wave of your hand. You pointed across the street to the bar, “I want you to walk over there, and buy me a drink. That’s the apology I’m accepting.”

Vi blinked for a beat, caught off guard. Then, after a long pause, her voice returned, though this time it was softer.

“What?..I…” she opened her mouth to say more, then her gaze drifted over you and that outfit. “You always this prissy and bossy?” A slow smile curled on her lips.

“Maybe I enjoy it part-time,” you shot back, chin tilted just slightly upwards.

She huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head as she stubbed out her cigarette with the heel of her boot. “Charming,” she muttered, pushing off her bike. Then, with a heavy sigh, like she was pretending this was some great inconvenience. she finally gave in.

“Fine. One drink.”

One drink turned into three maybe four, this part is still fuzzy even when recounting to Mel. then Maybe it was the way you kept seeing her glance at your frame, maybe it was you tracing your fingers on the ends of her jacket sleeve, but Somehow, between biting comments and lingering glances, you’d both ended up here—pressed against the cool tile of the bar’s single-stall bathroom, Vi’s leather jacket hanging off one shoulder, your own clothes disheveled from her rushed hands. The smell of her was intoxicating, something woody, yet sweet. You couldn’t place it.

Her lips finding home along your collarbones.You let out a breathy laugh, fingers grazing over her exposed tattooed back. “Oh, so you do have an apology in you.” your eyes found hers, as they searched yours. Beyond just the color.

Vi smirked, lips just barely brushing yours. “Eh, I just wanted to shut you up.” her teeth tugging at it slightly as she’d mind wondered, wanting to feel those killer legs around her waist.

Your head leaned back further. “Oh really? I’m that bad?” Eyes fluttering closed when she nuzzled closer.

“Mmhm.” She grinned against your jaw, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss there. “Just insufferable, really. Extremely bitchy” She was mocking you, clear as day.

You hummed, nails dragging lightly down her back. “Huh. Seemed like you liked it a second ago.” you challenged.

Vi let out a low chuckle, hands slipping under the hem of your top. “I have bad taste.”

“Oh yeah?” Your grin widened. “Is that why you almost ran me over?”

She laughed, fingers pressing into your waist as she pulled you. “You gonna bring that up forever?”

“Maybe,” you teased, tilting your head as she kissed along your throat. “What, you can dish it but you can’t take it?”

Vi exhaled against your skin, then pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, eyes gleaming with amusement” “Oh, sweetheart,” she murmured, voice dripping with mischief. “I can take a hell of a lot more than this.”

“Plus, That was your fault,” she muttered, her lips curving into a smirk. Her hands roamed, fingers gently tracing the dip of your hip, her thumb lightly tugging the ends of your dress. Every touch was like electricity, the tension building between you. “Should’ve paid more attention.” Her head dipped down, mouth slowly trailing along the column of your neck. She paused every now and again to bite, nibble, kiss, suck—trying to draw out that whimper she so desperately wanted to hear.

You hummed in approval, a laugh slipping out at her sudden movement. Her hands found the back of your thighs, pulling your legs around her waist. Your back pressed against the stall, hips now flush against hers as you held onto her. “Look at you, short stuff,” you teased, resting your forehead against hers. She let out a soft huff at your words, her hands gripping you tighter as she brought your body closer. Feeling you pressed against her like this, the weight of you, it was almost too much. That damn laugh, your breath against her face—she knew you were teasing her about the height difference.

“Yeah? Keep talkin’, see what happens.” Her voice was low, a quiet challenge that sent a shiver down your spine. Her hands roamed, leaving small chills in their wake.

“Ooo, you gonna get mad, huh?” you teased, pulling her face closer, needing to kiss her again. Your lips found hers, claiming them.

She let out a low moan at the way you took control, your words barely processing as her lips crashed back into yours. The kiss was rough, hungry. She wanted you. Needed you. Her hands gripped your thighs tighter, fingers digging into the flesh as she pushed you back against the stall wall, the sudden shift pressing her body even more against yours.

You gasped slightly, feeling the press of her pelvis against you, heat jolting through your core at the sound of her small moan. Tilting your head, you deepened the kiss, your tongue finding hers, the warm muscle pressing and teasing. Her tongue immediately met yours, her soft whimpers filling the small space as her body shivered. She pulled you flush against her, wanting to be as close as possible. She’d always been impatient, but right now, she was downright desperate for you. One hand stayed on your thigh, anchoring you, while the other skimmed along your hip, gripping hard as she ground herself against you.

She let out an amused hum at the sound of your moan. Hearing you like this, knowing she had this effect on you, was almost too much. It drove her wild. The feeling of your hand on her undercut, the way you teased her, it was almost enough to make her knees buckle. Her lips grazed your skin as they traveled down your neck, pausing to nip at your collarbone, leaving more marks in their wake. When a groan of disapproval came from her throat, you pulled back from her.

“Wait—” “What�� what was your name?” You asked.

Ragged breathing, your vision coming back to you as you scanned over her features, your mind still foggy from the intensity of the moment. You both paused momentarily. Feet hitting the ground once more, The woman’s icy eyes widened. Then, she spoke up, not even knowing how you two had gotten this far without something as simple as a first name.

She grinned, running a hand through her dark hair. “It’s Vi.”

You arched a brow. “Vi…” you repeated. “That short for something? Veronica? Vanessa? Vivian?” You listed off name options, trying to match one to her face. It didn’t matter but you couldn’t help but tease her further.

Her smirk deepened, a single brow lifting as if to challenge you. “Violet,” she corrected, shaking her head with a quiet chuckle. “But honestly? I thought we were past names at this point.” Gesturing between you two.

You sighed dramatically, rolling your eyes. “Okay, smartass. Just figured I’d ask before we—”

She didn’t let you finish. Your words were practically swallowed as Vi’s lips crashed back into yours, her hands gripping your waist as she tugged you down slightly. The cold metal of her lip piercing pressed against your lips, the last remnants of your gloss transferring onto hers.

Your hands found the sides of her face, melting back into the moment.

“All those little noises for me?” she murmured, her voice barely audible. Her hands roamed, fingers tracing along the hem of your dress, teasing the soft skin beneath. She wanted to hear you moan again. To be the cause of it. To know that she was the one making you feel this way, the one who had you coming undone beneath her touch.

You laughed breathlessly, nodding. “Yes. For you.”

Just that simple confirmation sent a rush of possessive desire through her. Every moan, every shudder, every whimper—she wanted it all. Her lips attached to your neck again, marking and biting as they traveled across the sensitive skin. She found that spot again, nipping and sucking, drawing out more of those beautiful noises she craved. A soft moan escaped you as your body leaned into her, hands moving to tug her jacket off the rest of the way. A muffled chuckle spilled from her lips as she felt you push the leather from her shoulders. She let it drop down her arms, the fabric hitting the floor with a dull thud. She didn’t care where it landed—her focus was solely on you. Fingers curled beneath the hem of your dress, tugging it upwards. She needed more. Needed to feel more of your skin against hers.

Your arms lifted, inviting her to remove it. Her blue eyes darkened as she slowly pulled the fabric up, baring more of you. The dress joined the growing pile on the floor, leaving you more exposed, her hands tracing slow patterns along your sides.

She caught the motion of your fingers reaching for your shoes. “No, leave those,” she said, her voice laced with something thick

You paused before nodding, leaving the red heels on, and turned to tug at the hem of her black shirt instead.

“Mm, need this off, then.” Her breath hitched as your fingers gripped the fabric. She was more than happy to. Lifting her arms, she let you pull it over her head, her tank top soon joining the mess on the floor. A simple black sports bra covered her chest, the only thing she had on top now. trailing a hand down her toned torso. Tracing the lines of her skin. “Damn, you always this easy?”

her muscles tensing slightly beneath your touch. You could feel the outline of her abs, firm and defined. “Easy?” she chuckled, her hands sliding to your waist, pulling you flush against her.

“I’m anything but easy,” she murmured, lips finding yours in a kiss that was hungry. She smirked against your mouth before pulling back just enough to say, “Now, you gonna let me have you, or are you just here to run your mouth?”

You grinned, fingers toying with her spiked belt. “Mmm, got this far. Might as well.”

A low chuckle rumbled from her chest, her head tilting slightly as she watched you. The way you played with her belt sent heat pooling in her stomach.

“That’s what I thought,” she murmured before her lips were back on your skin, nipping at your throat as one hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head to expose more of your neck to her. The other hand dipped lower, fingers teasing at the fabric of your underwear. A small sound escaped your throat at the tug in your hair, your skin already littered with purples and reds from her mouth. Your fingers flexed as you lifted the belt from its clasp, undoing it. Her teeth grazed your skin as she smiled against your throat. at the way your hands fidgeted slightly, just as eager. She made no move to stop you, only pressing you further against the wall, her tattooed arms keeping you caged in place.

The pile on the floor was beginning to build, the heel of Vi’s boots pressing the fabrics into the flooring. Too focused on how your body felt against hers.

A bar bathroom. Of all places. The kind of place that would usually make your nose scrunch, your skin crawl. The lighting was too harsh, the walls too cold, the bass from the speakers outside rattling against the door. And yet… you didn’t care. Not with the way Vi was looking at you. Not with the way she touched you—like she didn’t give a damn about the setting either, like she’d have you anywhere if it meant having you at all.

It only grew especially more difficult when her mouth began to trail lower, each kiss leaving a burning imprint on your skin. Heavy-lidded eyes followed her movements, watching as her lips dragged a slow, heated path down your sternum. Your breath hitched, fingers threading into the messy strands of her black-and-red hair, nails grazing her scalp.

She made her way down your body, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses in her wake. she kissed down your sternum, her hands firm on your waist. She was all-consuming, her presence overwhelming in the best way. Your hands continued to thread into her short locs, nails grazing her scalp as she moved. as she felt the way your fingers flexed, your grip tightening when her nose grazed your hip bone. Her lips continued their path downward.

Her jeans-covered knees found themselves Kneeling in front of you, still caught between your legs, her eyes lifted to yours, Her hands recurled in the waistband of your underwear, fingers teasing the fabric.

“Let’s take these off,” black-painted fingernails, tugging the elastic slightly. Needing your approval before continuing.

You nodded, breathless. “Please.” Releasing the grip on her hair.

Widened eyes, as the thin damped fabric of your underwear dragged down the soft flesh of your thighs. her eyes roaming over your newly exposed skin. Not missing the way you were practically soaked. The shine only exposed further when her finger

Her middle and index moved to the undeniable pooling slick to act as lube as she glides over your now uncovered clit.

“Look at that…Tell me again how you’re ‘not into the whole edgy thing’?” She asked. Pierced Tounge darting out to kitten lick over your glistening folds.

“Shut up— mmng!” a small whine ripping out when her wet muscle was buried to taste bit of your growing arousal.

With a to bite your bottom to suppress a sudden moan. The space between your shoes only widens are you spread your legs for her further. the pads of her fingers creating circles sending jolts of pressure upward through your body. Eyes fluttering shut once more.

The bathroom echoed with the sounds of soft moans, whispered encouragements, and the wet, slick sounds of her finger pushing inside of your velvety walls. until her knuckle is practically coated. arching your back, off the cold graffitied wall.

“Mmfuuk Violet!” Your fingers knitted right back into her soft stands. Tugging at them. Eyes squeezed shut, at her gentle laps to your cunt. Mewing like a virgin, not remembering the last time you had time to even have a causal hookup like well—this.

Her frim hands grabbing the mound of your thigh to keep you still. Her nose brushing into your cunt. Once you are (somewhat) steady she slides index out then right back into you, bottoming out. Earning another wail from you when she curls it exactly where you can’t reach alone.

“S’good, huh? Yeah, I can tell.”

Just as Vi’s hands started to roam again, the sound of a toilet flushing from one of the stalls cut through the heated haze.

Both of you froze. Then slush of the water draining out made your eyes snap open. Oh my god, neither one of you checked if anyone else was in here. With a tilt of your head Your eyes slowly met hers, wide with realization. Vi blinked once. Then twice. The unmistakable creak of a stall door opening followed.

Vi exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down her face “so…That just ruined it, right?”

You swallowed hard, face burning of embarrassment “..Yeah.”

There was a beat of silence. A shuffling noise from the stall. You really didn’t want to turn around. The bathroom now extremely quiet, faint music from the bar, seeping under the door.

“My place?” you offered, already reaching for your dress.

Vi’s lips twitched. “Yeah. Think we kinda have to now.”

“ Hope you’re okay with a little backseat action.” She smirked, stepping back slightly as she grabbed her belt from the floor. “Because Ya know, you’ll have to get on my bike for that.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes. “Oh, so fun. Not dangerous at all.”heels clicking as you stepped closer. “I’m calling a car.”

Vi grinned, looping the belt back through her jeans. “Says the girl who was just half-naked in a bar bathroom.” She whispered.

You groaned, swatting at her shoulder as she laughed, slinging her jacket over her arm before leading you toward the exit.

You groaned, swatting at her shoulder, but she just laughed, reaching for your wrist and tugging you toward the exit. “C’mon, princess, let’s get outta here before we scar someone else for life.”

Behind you, the poor soul from the stall finally cleared their throat.

“Yeah,” a voice muttered. “Good call.” Vi snorted. You just buried your face in your hands as she dragged you toward the door.

The sun warmed your closed eyelids, pulling you from sleep. You shot up from your bed, hand instinctively drifting to the space next to you—only to be met with sheets.

Cold.

Of course she left. What were you thinking? That she’d stay? You didn’t even ask for her name until you were both half-undressed. With a disappointed sigh and slumped shoulders, you sat up, pushing your hair out of your face. Glancing over at the space next to you once more to confirm.

Yeah. Still empty.

Until you caught your reflection in something small, shiny. Silver rings, hers. When you finally got out of bed to toss them into your jewelry box, you figured at least you had a souvenir to remember her by. But as you approached your vanity, confusion twisted on your features. The cabinet was slightly open. And then you saw it. A number, written in red by one of your lipsticks on the corner of your mirror.

“Had to run, didn’t wanna wake Sleeping Beauty.

Figured I’d give you a reason to find me.

Call me, XXX-XX —Vi”

[captain-huggy-bear]

In Sickness and in Health

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Talks of sickness and the grossness of it

Summary: You've convinced yourself that you're not actually that ill, mostly because setting cover for your lessons is more trouble than its worth. Quinn is having none of it.

Notes: I have a chest infection and convinced myself that I was making it up and it wasn't that bad, apparently it is. So I figured Quinn is the voice of reason that I need in my life.

Thank you for the 400 followers as well! Very much appreciated :D

Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :)

Writing Masterlist

Quinn's watching you like a hawk from the doorway to the living area, you're bundled up on the couch with at least 3 blankets (far too many for how warm the apartment is), tissues piled high in a bin next to you as you wheeze into another. You've opted for your most comfortable clothes in an effort to make yourself feel better as you cough and cough and cough some more. Your cough is harsh and can only be described as hacking, for someone who has never smoked a day in her life you sound like you've smoked 20 packs a day for 50 years. Your chest crackling and rattling, wheezing in a way that sounds unnatural and decidedly unhealthy.

He hates it, hates that every single night for the past few weeks you've been awake in the night, coughing so hard you make yourself throw up violently, head hanging over the toilet bowel, his hands coming to hold your hair out of the way. He hates that you've taken to sleeping on the couch in an effort not to disturb him, worried about his sleep schedule even though he can hear you through the walls and would feel better if you were beside him in the night. He hates that you've been going into school, teaching while struggling to breathe simply because you feel guilty about taking a day off, about the extra work for others and because somehow you've convinced yourself that 'its not that bad'. He hates that he can't snap his fingers and make you better. He hates seeing you sick, worse still seeing you sick and not properly looking after yourself. Worse still feeling powerless to help.

His eyes narrow this time as you cough so hard you bend in two, whimpering as your body tries to expel phlegm from your chest and fails. Only succeeding in causing your chest to hurt even more and for you to taste blood in the back of your throat. You're practically shivering from discomfort and he decides he can't take it anymore. He's fed up of being the nice boyfriend that lets you hurt yourself further because you're feeling guilty and deluded. Because you're being a bit of a brat, a stubborn arse. A stubborn arse he loves, but a stubborn arse anyway.

"That's it. I'm taking you to the doctors." He's already reaching for your coat by the door, and bending down to pick up your shoes. Even as your head turns to him slowly, eyes half-open and fatigued, mouth opening in protest.

"I'm fin-" You're cut off by your own cough, wheezy and rattling, the sort that is definitely not 'fine', "I'm fine, it's just a cough. It's nothing, it'll go soon..." You've been saying this for 2 weeks and it's less reassuring and believable at the near 3 week mark.

"You've been up every night for 2 weeks. I'm taking you to the doctors." It's a Saturday morning and he knows the walk in clinic is open, he also knows he won't get you to agree to go on a school day. This is his best chance and Quinn's decided, as he looks at the pallor of your skin and the limpness of your body, that you're going even if he has to carry you out to his car. Even if he has to drag you kicking and scream like a naughty toddler. Even if he has pictures all over the internet and headlines exclaiming 'Canuck's Captain, Bully of a Boyfriend?'. If it means you'll get better he'll take all the press, all the stares, all the heat.

"I'm not even that sic-" Once again, your cough interrupts you and this time, Quinn cuts in before you can continue. He's crouching in front of you, your shoes placed beside your feet in their snoopy socks.

"Baby, you might have gas lit yourself into believing that, but I know better. I'm taking you to the doctors, we're going to get you some meds. That's final." Quinn treats you like a princess, always has, and sure he usually takes a more dominate and traditional role in the relationship. But, it's rare for him to lay down the law, for him to outright remove your choice. Mostly, because you usually make the wise one anyway...today, you seem determined to put your health at risk and if that means he has to force you to do something you'd rather not? Well, the captain in him will come out to play and nice boyfriend Quinn will go take the bench. Nice isn't going to keep you healthy. Letting you get your way isn't going to make you better.

"Quinn..." Even the way you say his name is wheezy and it hurts, it hurts your chest to breathe, to speak. A sort of dull ache, a discomfort that deep down you know isn't normal...even as you try to push through.

"Shoes on. Now." His voice is sharp, not unkind, but firm. It's an order, not a request. A voice he rarely uses with you. Quinn only uses it under 2 scenarios: 1) You're putting yourself at risk and he's sorting it out or 2) it's an agreed role choice for your bedroom. He'd rather not have to use it for the first reason, but you're not really leaving him any choice.

"Bu-"

"Shoes, baby." He softens the tone, pulling back a little on the captain voice even as he grabs your right foot and forces you to put your first shoe on. You seem to give in, letting him help you into your shoes, tying them so they're supportive and comfortable.

He stands, reaching for your hands to pull you to your feet, holding onto your arms as you sway, lightheaded and dizzy at the upward movement. It takes longer than he would like for you to recover and it settles Quinn's mind even firmer on the course of action he's taking, helping you into your coat before leading you out of the apartment.

It's slow going, you're dizzy and short of breath and each step seems to take you even longer than normal. But, he's just happy to get you to his car, knowing that the next step is the triage walk-in centre 15 minute away.

You practically slump in the passenger seat, curling towards the door, blinking as the streets pass by. You have to admit, even if not audibly, that Quinn's right. This isn't just a cough, you feel like death warmed over and you know there's something not quite right. Even if you're loath to admit it. Even your students had picked up on how ill you were this week, being extra nice for once and not forcing you to yell at them like they knew you physically couldn't raise your voice even if you wanted to (which you didn't). Even the two boys you'd asked to stay behind to talk to about their behaviour had been patient when you'd had a coughing fit, unable to address their poor behaviour for a good minute.

When you finally arrive at the medical centre, he's very tempted to carry you inside, but you just about accept his arm as he helps you to the door and to the front desk. He takes over, describing your symptoms to the receptionist as you wheeze beside him, pressing your face into his arm as you seek some sort of comfort and you don't stop when you sit in the tiny uncomfortable seats waiting for your turn to see a nurse. Seeking his body for comfort, Quinn runs his fingers through the ends of your hair, occasionally rubbing the nape of your neck. He hates the way you whine into him, like everything is wrong with the world. He hates that he can't immediately fix how you're feeling.

It takes longer than Quinn would like for your name to be called, in the time it takes you're so tired from the outing that you're almost falling asleep on him. Your breathing is shallow and laboured as you wheeze in and out. All he can do is offer comfort and support, even as he forces you to stand once again and make the walk to the nurse's examination room.

You struggle through describing your symptoms, Quinn jumping in when he feels you're underplaying them or have missed something out. The nurse takes your blood oxygen levels, tutting as she does, and gets up to listen to your chest.

"I know what I'm going to hear already, but let's have a listen." The stethoscope is cold as she lifts the back of your shirt and slips it against your skin. You try to breathe in and out as normal as she moves from each section of your back, the top down to the bottom, left to right.

"Just as I thought, very crackly in the bottom left of your lungs...you've got a pretty nasty chest infection, lovely." She gestures for you to take a seat and you ignore the look Quinn gives you from the corner of your eye, the sort that screams 'I told you so.'

"Right, I'm going to prescribe you a course steroids and a course of antibiotics. You need to take 8 of the steroids in the morning for 4 days, just take the first dose the moment you get home today. The antibiotics you need to take for 5 days, 2 today and then 1 a day for the remaining 4, okay?"

You nod at her instructions, not feeling much like talking. You know Quinn is mentally cataloguing each instruction so that he can make sure you take your medication right and fully. A relief because you're so tired you're not sure you'd remember right now.

She prints out your prescription and hands it to you, which you promptly hand to Quinn, who holds it tight like he's scared it'll blow away in the windless room.

You both thank her as you leave and Quinn insists on going straight to the pharmacy next door and putting your prescription in. It takes longer than he wants, 20 minutes before you have your meds in hand and he's ushering you back to the car and strapping you in because you look too tired to do it yourself. You hold the little paper bag of medicine on your lap and watch him as he drives, your blinks are slow and tired and he keeps glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, clearly worried. Quinn's hands tighten on the steering wheel.

The moment you're in the apartment, he's helping you from your coat and shoes, ushering you to the coach and helping you sink down into it, your head drooping as your arms dangle between your knees.

"I'm going to get your meds ready, okay? Just sit right here, baby." His hands run over your hair, across your shoulders, comforting strokes as he watches you struggle. He's relieved you have medicine now, even if he's angry that it took so long to convince you to get checked out. The anger isn't directed at you, but at himself and at the schooling system, the guilt its put into your head. The feeling that you can't be sick, can't take a day off. Anger that he'd allowed you to put this off for so long when he should have pushed more.

"Okay...Thanks, Quinny..." Your voice is fragile, delicate and his chest aches at the way you look up at him with tired, red eyes. Tired, hardly sleeping, fatigued from an infection attacking your body and still so thankful for him.

"No trouble at all, baby." Quinn leans down pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, lingering slightly as you sway into him, eyes closed and nearly fall forward when he pulls away. But, Quinn's hands are there to right you, gently leaning you back against the couch pillows.

In the kitchen area he pours you as big glass of water and counts out 2 antibiotics, dark green capsules, and 8 tiny uncoated steroid tablets.

When he reaches you he hands you the glass, watching as you take a big gulp, holding it in your mouth as you gesture for the first pill. One at a time he hands them to you, watching as you swallow each with a healthy mouthful of water to make them go down easier. You shiver at little after each, like your body doesn't want you to take them, but they go down easy enough.

"Baby, I think you should go lay down in bed..."

"Mmm..." You're starting to feel sick, nausea hitting as your body processes the unfamiliar but strong medication. Your head is pounding, you feel like you're going to be sick and it's with nothing short of gentleness that Quinn scoops you up into his arms, your head nuzzling into his neck.

"C'mere..." You're not a light person, adult humans generally aren't, but Quinn has spent years as a pro-athlete training his body and in more recent years making sure he can bench as much weight as possible so carrying you isn't ever an issue. For reasons like this. The need to support you when you're sick or hurt. The idea that you might need him like this and he be unable to provide was simply unacceptable.

He moves carefully, steady so as not to rock you too much or too harshly as he walks you the short distance to your shared bedroom. He's gentle as he deposits you on the bed, helping you pull the blankets up around you as he sits beside you, fingers tracing a path over your forehead and down your cheek.

"How you feeling, baby?"

"Dizzy...nauseous...feel horrible, Quinny..." You almost sound like you might cry a little, a shakiness to your voice that pulls at his heart strings.

"I'll go make you some ginger tea for the nausea..." Quinn goes to get up but you're gripping his hand as hard as you can, eyes blinking up at him blearily, a pout directed his way that you know he can't really say no to. "No. Stay, cuddles please."

"Okay, baby, cuddles."

Quinn wastes very little time getting into bed besides you, letting you curl into him, your leg slung over his hip and your face pressed into his sternum like you could bury yourself in his chest and hide away from how you feel. All he can do he does, wrapping you up tight in his arms, hand rubbing soothing circles across your back.

Your breathing is shallow and shaky, swallowing as the nausea hits in waves. You can feel Quinn pressing kisses to your hair, your temple and it makes you feel better even if it doesn't take the sick feeling from your stomach.

"Thank you for looking after me..." You mumble it against his jaw, pressing a light kiss there, energy to do anything more none existent. Quinn responds with a kiss of his own to your hair, fingers reaching up to run through the ends as you nuzzle closer to him, chest to chest.

"I'm always going to look after you, baby. That's my job..."

"No...you're job is...your job is to play hockey." You sound a little confused and dazed, not really a surprise with the brain fog you've had this entire sickness. You seem to struggle to realise that he's not being literal, but it's cute. It's cute now he knows you're being medicated and not letting yourself get progressively worse and more and more likely to end up with pneumonia.

"Mm, that's my paying job, sure...but you're my real job. I just want to make sure you're okay, baby...especially when you're stubborn." Quinn's fingers rest on the nape of your neck, massaging the tense muscles there as you press further into his neck, little kisses being left like it's the only thing you have the energy for. It's sweet, even as you wheeze and rattle like an old change machine.

"I'm sick, don't be mean to me." Your voice is pouty and playful, and there's a slight relief in it for Quinn. That if you're being playful you're probably feeling a little better, a little more like yourself. He readjusts your leg around his hip, a hand resting there to keep you close.

"Never, baby. I love you too much to be mean to you."

"Liar." There's no animosity in it, just playful back chat that has him leaning back slightly to look at you with raised eyebrows.

"Oh, I see you're already feeling better? Absolute brat." Quinn grins at you for the first time in days, the relief that you're feeling even slightly better, the feeling of accomplishment at having convinced you to go to the doctor's, all combining to make him feel lighter than he has in a while.

"I'm sick, a sweet baby actually." Even you smile slightly as you look up at him, eyes slightly delirious and hazy like you're not all there right now which is probably about right. Your voice is croaky, but no less sweet to listen to.

"Mmm, sure y'are, baby. My sick, sweet girl who's also such a brat."

"Fuck off." You pretend to shove him away but he barely moves, your push weak and completely not serious. Even your voice has absolute no bite, just humour in it, the sort he's missed from you. You've been so down, so tired, so sullen that he's missed the banter, the back and forth, the playfulness that you two have.

"Alright-" Quinn pulls away, starting as if he's going to get up, but you're leg locks over his hip, arms practically crushing him to you as you stop him leaving your cuddle pile, the nest you've made, "No, stay! 'm sorry, Quinny...stay, feeling so much better with you here." You mean it. Maybe you still feel sick, nauseous and achy. Maybe your chest still hurts, your cough still rattling through you. But, being close to him helps, it makes you feel comforted in a way that you need right now and the idea of him going makes you want to cry. Even though rationally you know he's joking and not serious.

"Okay, sweet girl. I'm not going anywhere, okay?" He settles back into space next to you, hand running from your knee to your hip in soothing strokes as his other hand rubs circles over your back.

"Love you so much." You mumble it against his neck, face pressed as tight as you can, inhaling his cologne, the smell of his skin, the distinctly Quinn scent that brings you a sense of safety and comfort.

"Love you too, sweet girl."

Maybe Quinn hates the way you refuse to get help when you're sick, maybe this whole episode had terrified him to his core, made him worried sick, but God, he loves you enough that he'd do this every single year of his life if he had to.

In sickness and in health, right?

[quinnophile]

I can request one shot with Fred Hechinger like one shot love at the first sight or cute date ♡

Of course! I really hope this does you justice as its my first request and sweet baby boi deserves all the love 🥲♡ Hope y'all enjoy and I'm open to new requests!

pairing. Fred Hechinger x reader

synopsis. You notice a stranger in distress at a train station

warnings. none, this is pure fluff ✨

word count. 1.7K

notes. this is my first oneshot, i hope you like it!

The first time you saw him, the world seemed to tilt just a little.

It was at the train station—one of those dreary, grey mornings where everything felt half-awake. The air was thick with the scent of rain and freshly brewed coffee, the sky a watercolour of soft blues and lingering mist. You had been fumbling with your bag and checking the time when suddenly, you noticed him a few feet away. He was shifting nervously on his feet, his hands jammed into his coat pockets. 

He looked lost. 

Not in a where’s-my-train kind of way, but in an I-didn’t-plan-for-this-moment way.

And then he looked at you.

It was quick, just a glance—but something about it sent a jolt through your body, like the static shock from a winter sweater. His blonde, slightly wavy hair framed his face, a few strands falling into his eyes, which were deep and unreadable. And when he smiled at you—uncertain, slightly lopsided—it was the kind of smile that made the world soften at the edges, like sunlight breaking through a storm.

A smile made its way to your face before you even realised it. “Everything okay?”

He blinked at you, clearly debating whether to play it cool or be honest. He went for a mix of both and failed miserably. “Uh—no. I mean, yes? Not really?” He huffed a small, nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I kinda missed my train. And I’m just waiting for my brain to work properly again.”

You bit back a grin. “Rough morning?”

“You have no idea.” He gestured vaguely to his coat. “I spilled coffee on myself five minutes ago. Which also meant when I tried to clean myself up I missed the last train I needed to catch…” His eyes drifted over your figure, a pink tint painting his cheeks. “And now I think I’ve just embarrassed myself in front of a stranger.”

You tilted your head, finding his nervousness quite endearing. “I wouldn’t say embarrassed.”

“Really?” Absentmindedly searching through your bag, you pull out a pack of tissues, pulling one out of its plastic wrapper before holding it out to him. He slowly extended his arm to reach out for it, his fingers grazing your own ever so slightly. It felt like your heart skipped a beat. 

“Well.” You started, feeling a heat creeping up your neck as you watched him try and wipe some of the coffee off of himself. “It depends on what you say next.”

A flicker of amusement crossed his face. He straightened up a little, clearing his throat, clearly trying to recalibrate. “Alright, let me recover. Uh—what’s the most ridiculous fact you know off the top of your head?”

You raised an eyebrow at the unexpected question but played along. “Octopuses have three hearts.”

His expression brightened. “Solid fact. And now I’m even more nervous, because that was a really good answer and I have to follow it up.”

You laughed. “No pressure.”

“Okay, okay—I’ve got one. Did you know that Scotland has over 400 words for ‘snow’?”

You blinked. “Seriously?”

“Yep. ‘Sneesl’ means to start raining or snowing. ‘Feefle’ is a swirling snowstorm. And my personal favorite—‘skelf’—is a large snowflake.”

He struggled to keep his eyes on you, feeling his rambling was surely going to scare you off.  You instead stared at him for a second, a slow smile forming. “You just… had those ready?”

“I panic-learned them once for an audition. Never thought it’d come in handy, but here we are.” He was visibly more relaxed now, his earlier nerves melting into something boyish and warm upon realising you hadn’t tried to exit the conversation. “I’m Fred, by the way.”

You repeated the name in your head, testing how it felt. It suited him—soft around the edges, a little old-fashioned, but endearing.

Before you could respond, the announcement board dinged overhead, signalling the arrival of your train. You glanced at it, then back at him, hesitating. The moment felt too short—like a page turning before you had finished reading the sentence.

He must have felt it too because he quickly said, “Hey—uh—would you want to keep talking? Maybe sometime over coffee?” You hesitated, watching the train slowly come to a stop before you. “Or now… if you don’t have to catch it of course. I kinda need a new cup after spilling the last one.”

Although he was clearly nervous, you couldn’t help but melt at the confident toothy-grin he sent your way. You paused for only a moment before making a snap decision. “I could take the next one.”

He was instantly relieved. “Yeah?” He asked, almost in disbelief.

“Yeah.”

-

There was a small café inside the station, in which you both settled into a booth by the window. The rain had started again, painting the glass in soft, shimmering patterns, the station lights reflecting like constellations in a city sky. The conversation came easy, neither of you trying too hard, both still slightly aware of the way the universe had unexpectedly tossed you together. He was still a little nervous, but so were you. And that made it easier—meeting each other in the middle, both trying to act normal when really, something about this wasn’t normal at all.

Time slipped away unnoticed. You learned about Fred’s terrible luck with public transport and his impressive ability to remember useless trivia. He learned that you had a habit of taking detours just to see where they led. At some point, you casually mentioned that you were only heading into the city for the day, meeting a friend, but lived nearby.

You laughed with him as you exited the café, the announcement board once again reporting the arrival of the next train. Standing near the edge of the platform, you almost hesitated boarding it.

“Would it be okay if I asked to meet you again?” Fred asked, his voice soft yet hopeful.

You nodded, the fluttering sensation you had felt in your stomach intensifying as he held his hand out to help you step up onto the train. “I think I would like that.”

A shout from the security guard broke through the calm atmosphere, a sign the train was about to depart. Fred’s face suddenly fell.

“We never exchanged numbers.”

You froze, eyes widening. “Oh no.”

A beeping sound screeched through the calm atmosphere, a sign the doors were about to shut. For a moment, neither of you moved.

Then, with a frantic scramble, Fred fumbled for his phone while you tried to pull yours from your bag. But the moment was against the both of you—Fred had barely unlocked his screen when the doors began to close.

Panic flashed across his face. “Wait—”

The doors shut.

Your breath caught as you watched him, helplessly standing on the platform, his expression mirroring your own horror. Then, in a completely hopeless, dramatic move, he jogged after the train for a few feet, waving his arms before stopping with a defeated groan.

Moving to an empty seat, you laid back into it, pressing a hand to your forehead. That did not just happen.

Your day dragged after that. You met your friend, a little later than planned, but nothing felt as exciting as your unexpected morning. Your friend had asked what had happened, and you relived the wonderful morning as you tried to remember every detail. Upon the conclusion to your story, however, your friend took one look at your dazed expression, raised a brow and deadpanned.

“So let me get this straight… you met the love of your life at a train station, spent hours flirting over coffee, then both forgot to exchange number, and now he’s just - what - gone?” You cringed at this, hiding your head in your hands as the reality of it all hit you like a slap across the face. “Congrats! You’re officially the main character in a tragic rom-com.”

-

After that, as much as you tried, no conversation sparked the same kind of warmth. No moment felt as alive. The whole time, you kept replaying that missed opportunity in your mind, wondering how you had let it slip away.

Hours later, exhausted and disappointed, you boarded the train home. Slumping into a seat, you stared out at the dimming sky, still kicking yourself for not just stepping off of the train when you had the chance. The journey wasn’t long, and soon you were nearing the station, adjusting the strap on your shoulder to secure your bag.

And that’s when you saw him.

Fred was sitting on one of the old wooden benches, hands in his pockets, bouncing his knee as if he had been anxiously waiting a long time.

You blinked, not quite believing it. But then he looked up, spotted you through the train window, and grinned—the biggest, most relieved smile you had ever seen. His blonde hair was a little messier than before, as if he had run his hands through it a hundred times while waiting.

As you finally stepped onto the platform, he stood quickly, stuffing his hands deeper into his coat pockets. “I figured you’d have to come back here eventually,” he admitted, slightly breathless, like he couldn’t believe you were actually standing there. “Didn’t want to take any chances.”

Your chest felt light, a ridiculous, giddy warmth bubbling up inside. “Fred,” you said, shaking your head with a laugh. You were lost for words as you stared up into his shimmering green eyes. 

“I hoped it didn’t come across as creepy.” He laughed, looking down at his feet with that familiar pink tinge tainting his cheeks again. 

In a moment of boldness, you took a step closer to him. You could hear his sharp intake of breath as you stood up on your tip-toes, then gave him a soft kiss on his cheek.

“That might have been the most absurdly romantic thing anyone has ever done.” You smiled, setting yourself back down. You could almost feel the heat radiating off of him as his cheeks became redder. 

He rocked back on his heels, giving a small, nervous chuckle. “So… I guess I get a second chance to ask for your number now?”

You grinned, already pulling out your phone. “You absolutely do.”

[1mlostnow]

Okayyy I wanna do another notes thing bc it was fun last time 😝 small reach for each goal bc some of them I actually need to do.

Uhm please keep reblogs 10 and below, but no limit on comments or tags :3

So far ->

10 - I actually finish that spn episode (I never did..I tried though)

20 - I’ll try to post more on @1mfoundnow (poetry and writing…if you wanna see that, yk)

50 - I rehearse in the mornings before camp as well as at camp

100 - I sleep before midnight AND have real meals with my meds, not just half an apple

200 - I deal with *that* corner in my room

300 - weekly laundry, not just when the baskets full

400 - Bowie makeup cuz I wanna feel pretty in the guy way

500 - talk to my mom about binders

600 - I write a short fic (house md ocs :))

700 - I get up to five driving hours this week (already at three ish I’m starting drivers ed a bit late)

800 - I drive to camp next week (or the week after, depending on the timing of this)

900 - I write all of the poems that I’ve had ideas for but never followed through on. And share progress/rough drafts/accept feedback

1000 - i bake brownies :))

1500 - actually announce open commissions, though idk if they can be called that bc they’re free

2000 - find my style this year

2500 - I finish 3 long books and 2 short by November (been in a super bad reading slump)

3000…. Idk ! Give me more goals! Some ideas pertaining to..idk reading, writing, drawing, full meals, fixed sleep schedule, band/band camp, cleaning, self care, mental health, or something completely different!!!!! I doubt we’ll reach this point but it’s nice to have an idea of stuff I need to do.

[alieinthemorning]

How’s It Hanging, Beautiful? [Ace Trappola]

Content: Fluff, Established Relationship, Reader-Insert

Pronouns: None

Remaster of: “You’re so beautiful.” | Ace Trappola [400 Follower Event]

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This work’s concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

Ace wouldn’t say that he wasn’t a morning person, but instead a deep sleeper. Usually, it’d take a lot to rouse him from sleep. However, there was one thing that could always get him up, no matter what. 

And that was the smell of Sunday morning breakfast. 

Saliva was pooled in his mouth before he even opened his eyes. He swallowed it as the rest of his body followed the lead of his taste buds. He stretched (carefully, he didn’t want to get a cramp), letting out a satisfying groan. Then he sat up, eyes finally opening to the dimly lit room. 

You were not there beside him or lingering in the room, but that made sense since you had to be the one cooking. What was odd was that Grim was nowhere to be found, but maybe today was his lucky day, and you’d give him some extras (when would he learn that he’d only get anything if he’d actually help). Shaking his head, he grabbed his phone, and headed for the bathroom. 

After fixing his rough bed head and rinsing his mouth out, Ace made his way downstairs to join you and Grim in the kitchen. You must have gotten up earlier than usual today because breakfast was almost done.

“Come on! Lemme just have a little—” Grim’s paw was reaching toward the bowl of strawberries, but you quickly swatted it. 

“Let it alone. Go take your seat.” You didn’t even bat an eye.

Grim huffed, hopped off the stool, and retreating to the dining room. 

Ace didn’t bother with teasing him, and instead honed in on you. 

“Morning.” His arms wrapped around your waist. 

You turned in his arms, “Morning, sleeping beauty.” You pecked the underside of his chin. 

He returned your kiss with one on your forehead. “You coulda woke me up, you know…” 

“Yeah, but I like watching you drool.” 

Ace pulled back, “I do not drool.” 

You simply smiled as you picked up the plate of pancakes. “Time to set the the table.” 

Sundays were lazy days, most of the time the three of you would just stay huddled up in bed all day after breakfast. Today was no different, except for Grim leaving to follow the sun (he was an expert sunbather, after all).  

Ace was a deep sleeper, but for some reason something pulled him from his sleep. And he was forever thankful for it. 

You were turned toward him (you were facing away from him when you fell asleep, you’re such a wild sleeper), mouth slightly open (no drool, damn it), lashing gently resting against dark circles. His thumb brushed against your lower lid. He should talk to Crowley about lessening your load. 

“How’s it hanging, beautiful?” 

Ace jolted, not expecting you to speak, let alone be awake. 

But then he smiled, “Not much, what’s going on with you, beautiful?”

“Just admiring you.”

“Crazy, me too.” 

You both laughed at yourselves,

and the beauty of your relationship.

Happy Birthday, Ace!

And now that I've said that, time for a serious end note lol

Sooooooo on the 9/1/24, I had emergency gallbladder surgery! And now I'm having an emergency hysterectomy (Tomorrow lol)! Originally, my appointment was in November, but after another trip to the ER they finally realized that bleeding for 6 months straight actually isn't normal, and something should be done about it!

So, yeah, I'm gonna be out of commission (again)! Which, I've barely been posting anyway, but I've also been in excruciating pain for the past six months, sooo yeah!

I'll see yeah when I see y'all!

Ko-Fi | Masterlist

[sioz]

Aventurine x reader

word count: around 400

warnings: hurt/comfort?, and fluff, and propably ooc aventurine

It was exactly two months from when Aventurine left on his mission in Penacony. Two months in which you haven't saw him, and almost two months from when you last heard from him. You only had one message from him to hold on to, the text being the simplest:

"im sorry, love you."

He sended it at night while you were long asleep. When you read it in the morning, confused and worried by the sudden apology, it was already too late. You never got an answer to that. None or the messages you send to him weren't even coming through.

You almost lost hope, the IPC didn't provided you any information either, you were left to wonder what happend to your dear lover.

That was, until last night.

Late in the night, when you were already comfortably tucked on your couch under a blanket you heard the sound of struggling with the keys right outside your door. You jumped up in your spot when the sound turned into someone unlocking the door to your apartament, followed by the sound of the door opening. After being frozen for a moment, you jumped up ready to protect yourself, totally forgetting that the only people who had the key were you and Aventurine. So, you grabbed the closest heavy thing you could reach, in this case a heavy book Aventurine got you for your birthday once, and moved as quietly as possible to the hall, already hearing the front door closing.

"Oh, you're up?" a soft, yet tired sooting voice broke reached your ears when you finally were able to see the intruder. A voice you knew all too well. A voice you missed too much. Your makeshift weapon fell right out of your hand when your eyes fell on his, one of many things you adored about him. A soft chuckle from Aventurine filled your ears when you moved closer to him without thinking, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding yourself as close to him as you could.

Last night his eyes were more tired then usually, and he came home with a few new bruises, but all that mattered was that he came back to you alive. Of course, you questioned him about his wereabouts, getting a tired sigh and "the mission just turned out take longer then i expected, sorry," but that didn't mattered. He would tell you in more details later, he always did.

So now, as you were just stirring from your sleep, feeling the warmth of another person in your arms after so much time, you couldn't feel better. You took care of the bruises on his skin already, so they looked way better already, and the calm expression he had on his face was just putting you more at ease.

Everything was alright. He was alright.

He was finally back in your arms.

[city--lites]

Sunrises vs. Sunsets

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Male Reader

Summary: Levi finds a soft golden boy who melts his cold ego

Word Count: 4.4K

Third Person POV

Hurried steps harmonized with quick pants from a little boy in the underground. The slap of rain hitting the stone floor made the boy bring his arm up and wipe furiously to clear his vision. His features are a contrast to the underground settings. It’s dark, but the boy is a complete palette of the sun.

The boy looked back to the vendor, smirking when he saw her shouts get swallowed in the crowd.

Turning around, a tan haired teen bumped into his shoulder, causing the boy to slip and fall flat onto the sharp rocky road. He coughed, letting out ruptured gasps as his chest was pounded against the ground. The boy lifted his head feeling a warmer liquid fall down his face. He whimpered, watching the apples he stole roll off and get crushed under the crowd’s feet.

The boy brought his leg up to stand, coughing while doing so. He staggered his way to the roofed plaza, slumping in an alley as he slowed his rough breathing out.

A rat squeaked, running past his feet and to the end of the alley, causing the boy to stop and stare as it dodged the crushing stomps of the crowd. The boy’s right eye had blood dripping from it and small cuts scattered across his face.

“Excuse me!” a scruffy voice echoed.

The little boy made a noise and glanced at both ends of the alley.

“Over here” the scruffy voice bellowed.

The boy turned around and saw him wave. He sat upright, digging his hand into his pocket for a shattered piece of broken glass from a wine bottle. “…Hello..” the little boy croaked slowly.

The man let out a breathy chuckle “Hi.. I uh.. I bumped into you earlier.”

The little boy glared at the teen with a “stern” face. “Here” the teen reached out his hand and the little boy let out a grunt, whipping the shard of glass in front of him. The man stopped his movement, staring at the kid for a few seconds before opening his hand. Inside was a big red apple.

TIMESKIP (about 7 years later)

“Yo! Erwin!” a much older version of the tanned haired teen called out. Erwin, a blonde with bushy eyebrows, hummed as he scratched his pen on papers.

“There’s another teen in the underground, just like Levi”.

The sun peeked through the window of Erwin’s office as he looked up towards Miche from his seat.

“Details?” Miche nodded.

“He’s 14 years old, over 400 complaints from citizens of the underground about robbery and theft, and escaped from patrols a number of times. Speedy one eh?” Erwin nodded at Miche.

“Alright let’s go.”

Miche walked out of Erwin’s office, Erwin following soon after. As they walked past the halls, the morning sun filtering through the windows, Levi stepped out of his room and looked at them.

“Where are you going?” Levi asked. Miche looked over at Erwin with a raised eyebrow, a “You tell him” look

Erwin huffed in annoyance “We’re visiting the underground. We won’t take long” Levi broke eye contact with him and walked back into his room without another word. Erwin looked over at Miche and continued walking.

They walked to the equipment room, grabbing ODM gear and changing into the scout’s uniform. A few clicks were heard until the sound of a blade whooshing through the air took Erwin’s attention. He glanced at Miche, who was swinging the sword in his hand with a small smirk.

“Ready?” Miche said as he sheathed his sword and turned to Erwin. Erwin nodded, the sunlight towering over both of them.

In the underground, a teen with sunny features was eating an apple through the alleys. The gloomy sky being a forever natural backdrop for the citizens. The sun looking teen tossed the apple up, then tilted his head up towards the “sky” and opened his mouth, catching the apple in it and biting off a chunk. He let out a muffled laugh.

“Juicy!”

He fiddled the bitten apple in his hand, getting a good grip on it, and threw it up again to do the same trick when a blade came flying above him. It rang through the alley and stabbed the apple, making the apple kabob pierce through the wooden walls.

The boy’s face was still facing the “sky”, his mouth open from surprise. He made a confused noise and pulled his head down to look in front of him when all of a sudden a strong passionate aura waved behind him.

The boy lunged forward quickly, only to get pulled back from a strong grip on the collar of his shirt. He gagged, choking noises echoing through the alley. The boy growled, lifting his right leg and kicking the person behind him.

When he heard the man wince, he immediately lunged again and started running, dodging the packed crowd like he was water. The boy looked behind him, only to see an empty alley until he heard the faint sounds of gear whirring from above.

He continued to run but glanced up to see wire stretched above him, then a figure flying. The boy gasped in realization that the scouts were here. He tsked, turning a sharp corner and into an open area of the underground, where ODM gear wasn’t all that useful.

The boy furiously turned to look at his right, then left, then right again. He whimpered softly, turning to his right as he heard the sound of whirring gears. A confused frown came on his face since no one was there, only for an arm to reach in from behind with a sword held up to his neck.

The boy's breathing hitched, he gasped audibly.

Reader pov My eyes widened and my fingers found themselves digging through my pocket for something sharp, only for a commanding voice to stun me.

“Don’t try anything. I’m not here to hurt you, only offer an opportunity.” I nodded slowly, watching the figure from the alley in front of me walk out, a man with tan hair. He looks like someone I knew.

“What is your name?” I swallowed, my eyes shaking and darting around as some people stopped to stare.

“(M/N)..” I whispered.

“Would you like to enroll in the Scouts, (M/N)?” I didn’t bother to turn around, staring off as I thought about my decision. So there were two scouts after me.. The tan hair guy went into the alley while the commanding guy behind me circled around.

“Can I leave?.. if.. if I don’t like it?”

“You won’t.”

It was the day after I was taken out of the underground and into the Scouts Regiment Camp. I woke up on a really comfy bed with warmth sprawled across my body. I smiled in my sleep, then opened my eyes as I experienced the unusual warm feeling.

I let out a small gasp, opening my eyes then quickly shutting them at the bling of the sun. I stood up from my bed, walking to my window and pulling the blinds to the side, allowing the sunlight to seep into my room.

I smiled, face wrinkling and eyes glimmering with hope.

THE FEMALE TITAN ARC (10-15 years later) third pov.

It was 10pm, all the recruits had been sent to bed but (M/N) was up in Erwin’s study, accompanying him as he did paper work. Since (M/N) has joined the Scouts he’s gotten closer to Miche, Erwin, and Levi, even if it was bumpy the first few years.

Levi walked past Erwin’s office on the way back to his own, his face its usual scowl as he silently made his way through the halls. He knew that (M/N) was with Erwin, seeing as he usually was at this time of night when the cadets were asleep. Levi had never understood why everyone was so fond of the sun boy. All he did was make jokes. It was tiring, he thought.

He stopped at the door of the office, the voices of Erwin and (M/N) drifting into the hallway. They both sounded casual, the sound of the pen scratching against paper being heard every lull moment. Levi didn’t even bother knocking, just opening the door and walking in. If he had less respect for Erwin, he wouldn’t have even done that much. (M/N) was sitting in a backwards chair left of Erwin’s desk.

He turned around swiftly as a grin popped on his face. “Levi!” The black haired man raised an eyebrow at the cheerful tone.

“Yeah, yeah. Calm it.”

He muttered gruffly, taking the seat across from Erwin. (M/N) let out a melodic hum and rested his arms on the back of the chair that he’s sitting on, then laid his head on there smiling up at the two with a playful glint in his eyes.

As much as Levi grumbled about (M/N), the sun boy had a sort of effect that made people give in to his requests. Or maybe Levi was just experiencing a new feeling.

Levi shot Erwin a glare before looking back at (M/N). (M/N) lit up as Levi looked up at him.

“Why aren’t you in bed Levi?”

“I could ask you the same thing” The stoic male shot back.

He couldn’t understand how the sun boy had so much energy, especially this late at night. (M/N) cocked his head towards Erwin “I’m here so bushy isn’t alone”

Erwin let out a light chuckle, not looking up from the paperwork on his desk. He was as busy as ever, complaints from citizens, forces, etc.

(M/N) peered over to Erwin’s desk “You almost done?” Erwin hummed in response, shuffling a couple more papers before putting everything in a pile to be sorted.

He ran a hand through his hair with a tired sigh, desperately looking like a need for a break. “I’m done for the night.” He exhaled.

A frown emerged on the warm boy’s face when he noticed Erwin’s stressed state. (M/N) stood up abruptly “Stay here, I’ll make some tea for us.”

The two men watched as (M/N) stood. Levi started to get up, but Erwin gripped his shoulder and shook his head.

As soon as the sun boy left the room, Erwin turned to Levi with a sly smirk on his face. “What?” Levi snapped, narrowing his eyes at Erwin.

The Commander let out a deep chuckle, leaning back in his own chair and crossing his arms with an amused glint in his blue eyes.

“You’re so whipped, you know that? Erwin said, a knowing look in his eye as he watched the usual stoic man turn almost flustered.

“Shut it.” Erwin chuckled again, not bothered by the crude response at all. He’s known Levi too long and too well to take his insults seriously.

“You’re always going on about how needy (M/N) is, but you’re the one giving into his every request.” Levi shot the Commander a glare, but secretly knew he was right.

He couldn’t lie to himself, as much as he tried to deny it. The sun boy had the Captain wrapped around his finger, whether he liked to admit it or not. “Only because he won’t leave you alone until you give in…” He grumbled.

Levi paused and let out a sigh “You’re insane, I don’t enjoy him. I’m just doing it so he’ll shut up” Erwin leaned forwards in his chair, resting his arms on the desk for support. He had been close with Levi for so long that he knew exactly when the Captain was lying. “If you really didn’t like it, you’d have no issues saying no. Levi hated how right the Commander was. He hated that Erwin could read him so easily. He looked away, hiding his face “I hate you”

Speak of the devil, (M/N) bumped into the door, opening it up while holding a tray of tea cups with the pot.

“No hating” He softly said, walking up to Erwin and presenting the tray to him as Erwin grabbed a cup.

(M/N) then turned to Levi “I made your favorite Levi.”

As soon as he spoke, Levi grabbed the cup furiously and brought it up to his face, covering up. It was obvious he was secretly touched. Erwin sipped his tea as he watched the interaction between the two.

Levi held his tea cup, not drinking for a while, too concerned with trying to stop his racing heart. (M/N) was too sweet and bright for his own good, he constantly left the Captain in a flustered mess.

Even after all this time, his heart still pounded against his chest. The feeling was replaced almost immediately by a flurry of butterflies when (M/N) sat down, their legs accidentally touching.

The Commander was tempted to comment but was interrupted by a yawn from the sun boy. “Go to bed, Sunny.” Levi muttered almost immediately, a scowl on his face but his eyes had a different story.

(M/N) had semi-circles forming under his warm eyes and Levi knew if he stayed up much longer, he’d be a wreck in the morning. (M/N) glanced up at Levi with dazed eyes and a soft tired pout, sparing a look over to Erwin.

Erwin chuckled softly “I agree with Levi. Get rest.”

(M/N) let out an assent hum, grabbing the tea tray and putting the tea cups on it. As he reached the door (M/N) looked back.

“Goodnight Levi.’ he said softly, then closed the door.

“You too Commander!!”

It was the morning after (M/N) decided to stay up past midnight. His shifts as Captain meant early training for his cadets, since they should expect to face anything at any time. Currently the sun has yet to rise as (M/N) stood in front of his group, watching them chat amongst themselves.

“Attend!” (M/N) yelled with serious determination, conflicting with his warm features.

The cadets scrambled to their spots, standing tall and strong.

“Good morning soldiers!!” (M/N) howled with a grin.

“Good morning (M/N) sir!!” the soldiers yelled back.

(M/N) turned around to face the rising sun, smiling as it slowly glimmered from behind the hill.

“Give me 80 pushups!!”

From the back of the training field, Levi was leaning against the nearest wall with his arms crossed, watching the small male run the recruits through their warm ups and training routines. It was a miracle they even had the energy to do it, seeing as the sun was barely awake itself. He couldn’t keep his eyes off the shorter man, taking in every detail. The way he was so authoritative while also staying happy and positive was almost captivating to the Captain. It annoyed him that he was watching so intently, but he couldn’t help it.

I walked around them as they did their pushups, oblivious to Levi’s presence.

“Come on! You’re the anchor for the soldiers as they ride to the battlefield! You’re strong! You’ll pull them back and we persevere through it!”

(M/N) was so energetic, it almost seemed like it was impossible that he had been tired and half asleep just a few hours ago. It was both impressive and a little frightening, seeing how well the man could push the others forward and make them work harder.

(M/N) grinned right as the sun peeked over the horizon. Looking at it, he smiled and turned back around.

“That’s what you get when you preserve.” He scanned his team as they were panting on the floor, some even smiling as the warm sun bathed them.

Unbeknownst to the shorter male, Levi had been watching the whole time, and the Captain had to admit that seeing (M/N) so lively and passionate was almost… beautiful. (M/N) was the epitome of golden retriever energy, and Levi didn’t know how the man was still standing and so awake after being so tired just hours ago.

Levi’s mind began to drift towards the night before, and the small male’s exhausted state. He had been adorable with his messy hair and heavy eyes, and the Captain’s heart had fluttered at the sight. He mentally scolded himself for thinking such thoughts, trying to shake them off. For some reason, the thoughts of the tired male and how soft he had looked just the night before, never left Levi’s mind.

After the training session had ended, the recruits had all gone to wash up for breakfast. Levi didn’t have any more duties for a while, which allowed him to have some free time

Levi sat and stewed for a moment, debating on whether to go through with it or to just stay where he was. After a few minutes, he caved and pushed himself up from his chair. He left the room and began walking down the halls, his mind almost blank except from the one thing he was focused on.

Despite his mind being basically empty, Levi’s heart was racing. It was beating so hard that he thought it was going to jump out of his chest. He really shouldn’t be doing this, it was a stupid idea. But for some reason, he couldn’t stop himself as he finally reached (M’N)’s room, his hands almost shaking as he lifted one to knock.

He knocked firmly on the door, waiting for the other male to answer. The Captain could faintly hear footsteps approaching the door from the other side, and every step made his heart beat even harder. He tried to get a hold of himself, but nothing worked.

(M/N) opened the door to see Levi, his face lighting up as he grinned “Levi!”

Seeing the smaller male’s bright smile immediately made Levi’s heart skip a beat. He couldn’t help it, the other male’s happy face always got him flustered. The Captain tried to force his usual scowl on his face, not wanting to show his reactions.

He opened his mouth to speak, but found that words failed him.

Levi shifted on his feet slightly, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jacket to hide the fact that they were shaking.

“Can I come in?”

The Captain tried to keep his usual nonchalant and cold tone, but a hint of nervousness snuck its way into his voice.

(M/N) nodded, grabbing a towel to start drying my hair

“What are you doing here? I thought it’s still training hours”

He stepped into the room as (M/N) allowed him in, his eyes immediately drifting to the smaller male's damp hair

“I don’t have any duties for a while.” He said with a shrug,

(M/N) nodded with a smile, my dirty blonde hair shining in the sunlight.

“Why do you always push yourself to do so much?” Levi asked as he walked further into (M/N)’s room.

my brows furrowed but I relaxed them quickly, glancing to my side “you can’t be talking Levi..”

Levi knew (M/N) was right, he did push himself a lot, however (M/N) was worse. He would push himself even on the days when he had the heaviest eye bags, when he had to drag his legs to move around, when the second he touched his bed he would knock out.

“Yeah, I know.” Levi paused. “But you’re worse than I am,” Levi snarked back.

(M/N) let out a sigh and turned his head away from Levi, rubbing his wet hair with his towel to break the awkward tension he had created. The sun started to dim. Levi expected the sun boy to argue back, surprised he didn’t. Deep inside Levi he wanted (M/N) to argue as that was one of his traits he appealed towards, but he knew (M/N) had to accept the fact that he had overworked himself too far. The black haired male could see that (M/N) was uncomfortable with the conversation and his eyes hardened.

“(M/N)” Levi said with a stoic expression

(M/N) turned his head with a quiet hum, his eyes cast down as he twiddled the towel into his damp hair, lost in thought.

“Do you trust me?”

This seemed to catch (M/N)’s attention as his warm toffee eyes looked into Levi’s. The last light of the sun giving his eyes a glossy look. His hand fell off the towel and he let it fall onto his shoulder.

“Yeah, of course,” (M/N) replied with an eager nod.

Levi’s eyes danced across his face, thinking about his next actions. His jaw clenched softly, opening his mouth then closing it a couple seconds later. The sun finally set, the moon’s light making an appearance through the hallway corridors. Levi felt a surge flow through him and he opened his mouth to speak again.

“Close your eyes. Keep them closed” Levi ordered sternly but with some solace.

(M/N) nodded obediently and squeezed his eyes shut, it was obvious on his face the confusion he was feeling but kept his eyes closed to keep the promise. Levi took a step towards (M/N) and slowly reached a hand out. His heart pounded louder than the stomps of titans, he took a deep breath and gently placed his cold yet comforting fingertips on (M/N)’s cheek.

(M/N)’s skin was as soft as he’d imagined causing Levi’s breath to hitch. (M/N) tensed for a second, then stopped, finding comfort in the contrast of cool skin against his warmth.

Levi’s eyes dragged along his sharp jawline, the slope of his nose, and the softness of his cheeks. His hand slowly slid over to (M/N)’s jaw, cupping it softly. His thumb gazed at his ear and his wet hair as (M/N) made a light noise.

The Captain’s mind was moving a mile a minute, but he kept his touch gentle and began to run his thumb over the small male’s bottom lip. (M/N)’s breath quickened and his arms jolted up, gripping onto Levi’s arm with a prominent force.

“Levi..?” (M/N) whispered.

Levi tensed, thinking that he would push him away but when he heard him call his name he calmed.

“It’s me… you can trust me, remember?” Levi whispered back, his voice slightly strained to keep his voice and hands from shaking

Levi knew that one wrong move and (M/N) would snap but Levi has gone too far to back off now. He gently ran his thumb over his lip again and leaned closer. His lips rested onto his for a comfortable moment. Levi kept it slow, turning his head and pushing his head closer to his. (M/N)’s whole body tensed, taking a couple seconds for the situation to register into his brain. He relaxed then started to kiss back.

The Captain continued the kiss, keeping it soft and slow. His thumb caressed the boy’s warm cheek lovingly. A warm feeling creeped up inside his body as he felt (M/N)’s hand move up to rest on the Captain’s arm. The feeling of their touch felt like heaven to both of them.

Levi broke the kiss, his lips hovering millimeters from (M/N)’s, keeping his hands in place.

“You can open your eyes” Levi mumbled with a slight shakiness in his voice.

(M/N) slowly opened his eyes, his eyelashes batting softly. His cheeks burned up and his eyes dilated.

Levi met (M/N)’s gaze, his breath getting caught in his throat for a moment at how the man looked. His cheeks were hotter than before, they turned pink as well. It was a look that Levi found himself fighting the urge to kiss him again.

Their hearts were beating fast, both of them staring deeply into each other's eyes.

“Are you okay?” Levi’s voice was soft, despite his shaky hands and pounding heart.

(M/N)’s breathing was shaky and he turned his head away from Levi’s stare, breaking Levi’s hand off his cheek which was deep red illuminated by the moonlight.

“I.. i’m okay” (M/N)’s voice was louder than a whisper yet softer than a pillow. It was obvious he was still regulating after the kiss.

Levi made a noise, a muffled laugh that he tried to hold in. (M/N) turned and raised his head to look back into his gaze which made the Captain’s heart squeeze.

“Are you mad?” Levi asked.

The thought that the man in front of him would be a man felt like a knife lodged into his chest. He wasn’t sure if he could handle seeing him after he said yes.

(M/N)’s chest tightened but he shook his head, causing a sense of relief to wash over Levi.

“Just surprised.. I guess” (M/N) muttered.

Levi gazed at (M/N) with covetous eyes, the string of comfort keeping them intertwined. Moonlight bathed into the room, drowning (M/N) and Levi in it. (M/N)’s eyes shone with love and hope. He then cupped the side of Levi’s face, rubbing his cheek before moving his hand up and gripping onto Levi’s hair. Levi grunted lightly as (M/N)’s lips smashed against his, he pulled on Levi’s hair, making his lips overlap Levi’s. They stumbled onto the bed, their lips still connected with (M/N) beneath Levi and his hand tangled in the Captain’s hair.

(M/N) turned his head away from Levi with a heavy gasp and disheveled look. Blushed face and tousled hair, his breath warm against Levi’s face.

“I like you (M/N),” Levi muttered, his lips grazing onto (M/N)’s cheek.

“I like you too, Levi”

Levi hummed wrapped an arm around (M/N)’s waist, then scooching them up the bed. (M/N) spooned Levi with his nose dug into Levi’s hair. They fell asleep with the moonlight as their blanket, together in each other's arms.

[pedritosprincess]

Good Morning, Good Morning

short blurb with sweet domestic Joel. just over 400 words

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The best mornings with him all start the same.

You always wake first, as the sun starts to seep in through the curtains and stir you from your slumber. As consciousness creeps in, you gently flutter you're eyes open just enough to see faint outlines of your shared bedroom. You begin to feel sensation through your body, flexing your toes and elbows in a microstretch; careful not to disturb Joel. It's then that you feel his heavy arm draped over your body. His hand tenderly resting against your abdomen as the pads of his fingers brush against your soft skin. Paying closer attention to his presence, you notice the way the mattress dips behind you under the weight of his large frame. Every few seconds you hear his deep inhale followed by the warm air of his breath against the back of your neck.

Ever so slightly, you shudder as his exhale tickles your skin. Without waking, Joel instinctively wraps his arm tighter around you. His palm extends under your side as he uses his forearm against your stomach to pull you closer against him. It's then that you can feel his figure solid against you. With each rise and fall of his chest, the soft pillow of his tummy pushes against your lower back.

As restlessness sets in through your limbs, you wriggle free from Joel's titan grip. Pressing yourself up on your forearms, you turn to face him - draping your arm over his bare chest and bending your leg over his exposed thigh. Joel wakes with a soft grumble. Resuming his position, he curls his large bicep, forcing your body closer against his side. Your cheek now resting against his clavicle, you let out a small whine and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck.

Reading your signals, he takes his other broad hand and strokes his fingers through your hair, brushing the stray pieces from your face and lovingly tucking them behind your ear. His digits now resting on your jaw, he gently tilts your head up to look at him as he gazes upon you. With a slight tilt of his head, he reaches forward to place a kiss upon your forehead.

"G'morning" he mumbles lowly, with a morning grogginess in his tone,

"Morning" you whisper back into the soft skin of his neck as you dance your fingers across the hair on his chest.

It's moment's like these with Joel that make the noise of the world fall quiet - where it's just you and him in an infinite expanse of peace.

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please let me know what you guys think!! this is my first time writing for Joel (I have written others in the past). any feedback would be greatly appreciated. and don't be afraid to send ideas - lord knows i need the inspo lmao

[worksby-d]

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thanks for sending a prompt 🤭

50 types of kisses prompts 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Prompt: Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.

Themes: Friends to lovers, morning after, split second of Steve worrying you regret it! 

Word count: ~400

Being woken up before your alarm any other morning would have you groaning, probably kicking whoever’s touching you, but this morning is different. You know it’s Steve’s arm around you because you swear it didn’t actually let go of you since you fell asleep in this exact position last night. 

He hugs you closer, bringing your back against his bare chest. He’s warm, making it hard not to fall right back asleep. 

His lips meet your shoulder, pressing soft kisses against your skin, ones that trail up to your neck. Your face scrunches feeling his eyelashes tickle your cheek, kisses following and taking their place. 

You slowly turn toward him, onto your back so you can tease him with a kiss to his cheek before meeting his lips with yours. 

“Mm,” you sigh, finally opening your eyes. “You wake all the girls up like this?”

He shakes his head, blinking his eyes open as well, and brushes his nose against yours. “Only you.”

“Yeah?” You ask it teasingly, but you study the look on his face, hoping he isn’t teasing back. 

Instead of answering with words, he kisses you again, and you'll happily accept that as his answer.  

Your hand resting on his arm moves up to his neck, reaching higher to hold his face. 

When you break apart this time, your smiles mirror each other’s. You shake your head slightly, feeling like you’re failing miserably to suppress how giddy you feel. 

“What?” He chuckles watching you. 

A feeling of heat rushes to your cheeks as you shrug your shoulder. Your smile doesn’t falter. 

His does just a bit though. You catch it along with the way he squints his eyes at you. 

“It’s not gonna be weird between us now, is it?”

It’s the same reservation you’ve heard for years. And you’re not going to listen to it anymore. There was a time when you agreed, but how you feel right now proves you’ve both been scared for no reason. 

“No, it’s not,” you giggle. Your fingers brush through his tousled hair, savoring every moment of being this close to him. Finally. You shut down his anxiety with another kiss. “I promise.”

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[callmelola111]

color me purple ♡ part three

 ✄ - - - -   part 1 , part 2 , part 3   - - - - soundtrack - - - - ♡

synopsis: it’s summer and you’re back at camp stillwater. as a counselor you mean serious business and you’ll do whatever it takes for your cabin to come out on top. the only thing in the way of that; ellie williams and her crazy antics. 

      | 𓆣 | pairing & wc: ellie williams x reader. wc: 3.4k

      | ❀ | cw (by part): 18+ themes (MDNI), modern au, fem reader, some angst, ellie and reader fight, sweet love confession, !!SMUT WARNING!! (minors plz steer clear of this fic + dni), swearing, dom!ellie, sub!reader, whipped cream play, slightly public??, fingering (e receiving), oral (r receiving), scissoring (e + r), pet names (princess, sweet girl, baby, etc.), praise, edging kinda, some aftercare (lmk if i missed anything!!)

a/n: hello lovelies!!! i apologize for taking a whole ass week to get out this last part, i was on vacation and not feeling very inspired. finally though, i present a nasty, sweet ending that i hope you all love. so fun to write and read back, like why am i all hot and bothered rn lol. like always, thank you for the support!! ♡~ lola

That night Ellie replayed your words over and over in her head trying to dissect their meaning. Had her player-esque persona finally caught up to her? If so, why did it matter to you?

Through some deep speculation, she began connecting the dots. There seemed to be a real possibility that you liked Ellie as more than a friend, just as she did you. There was no way to be sure though, not unless she asked. But, the task seemed daunting considering it felt as if she had already ruined what she didn’t know was there.

The image of your tear stained face was seared into Ellie’s mind and proved as motivation to confess, apologize, explain. As long as you’d listen she’d repair the damage done to your heart. A tinge of regret hit Ellie as she thought about the meaningless hookups of summer's past. It was her way of dealing with unrequited love. But of course, now that that love doesn’t seem so unrequited, her mistakes have come back to taint it. 

♡

The following morning kicked off bright and early. 8:00am to be exact. The sky was pure blue with no fluffs of white to shade from the fury that was the sun. In virtue of the rising temperatures the expansive lake beckoned masses of campers into its waters. Just in time for the kayak relay race about to take place.

Each team lined up in number order spanning across the weathered wood of the dock. At the very end stood teams 11 and 12, you and Ellie heading your rows of campers. With the sting of yesterday's interactions you continued giving Ellie the cold shoulder.

It took everything inside to void your gaze from her, trying to focus on the games, while Ellie lacked the self control to look at anything but you. She studied your glowy skin and the way your sweat gathered at the nape of your neck from the sweltering heat. She took note of the stray hairs that clung to the moisture you produced and the way your brows remained furrowed as you fought every instinct urging you towards her. It felt like absolute torture and although neither of you said a word, there was a mutual understanding of the shared pain. However, before the tension could beat down on you any longer a loud whistle blew, signaling the start of the race.

Each counselor kicked off the relay heading straight for the finish. You slipped into your kayak, gripping onto the red double-bladed paddle that propelled you forward. Ellie’s boat was in line with yours sending aggressive ripples in between the two hunks of floating plastic. The course stretched over 500 meters and as you reached the 400 meter mark you were still neck and neck with Ellie, fighting for first place.

This is usually how it went but something about today was different, something in Ellie’s eye’s hinted towards a more complicated journey towards triumph. She suddenly jerked her boat to the right, straight towards yours. The pointed tip of her kayak rammed into the side of yours rocking it side to side and throwing you off course. Knowing her abilities, you recognized this as a pursuit at instigation. 

“HEY FUCK OFF!” you shouted with anger before swerving your boat to the left, hitting hers in retaliation. Ellie continued to push back.

“Oh so now you’ll speak to me?!” 

“Are you serious right now? Stop fucking with me Ellie!” You attempted to continue forward, but as multiple racers passed you and Ellie blocked your path, it felt like no use. 

“You can’t be mad at me forever!” her voice was desperate rather than angry and this left you baffled at her exact motives. 

“Oh yeah? TRY ME!” Ellie took your words as an invitation and used her paddle to scoop at the murky water sending it your way. You screamed in irritation as it hit you right in the face, soaking your once dry body.

Before you knew it, you were rising from your seated position to catapult even more water back at her. Ellie then stood up right with you, continuing the petty fight and reaching across the edge of her floating device to grab ahold of your paddle. At this point the both of you were blinded with vexation playing tug of war with the rod of plastic. Your boat rocked back and forth, more and more violently each time as you began to lose balance. With one last wave of water and the pull of Ellie you both tumbled into the lake in a mess of arms, legs, and curses.

You quickly shot up with the help of your life jacket, now drenched. Screams and laughters erupted along with the violent blowing of Mrs. Campbell’s whistle to halt the race and deal with the trouble you and Ellie caused. The both of you had been sentenced to kitchen duty and expected to sort out whatever drama had ensued. With the weight of your decisions, you were then banished from the lake and sent off to prepare lunch in place of the usual cooks.

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The double doors of the mess hall swung open with attitude as you and Ellie waltzed in. The air was shockingly cool compared to the barren heat just outside. Your wet hair became a nuisance as its once cooling effect now left you cold and miserable in the air conditioning.

Ellie led the way into the sterile looking kitchen and you followed in silence. Little words had been said between the two of you since your rage filled water fight. Although now, all rage had dissipated, leaving only feelings of shame and heartache in the air you shared. The silence grew heavy and the things left unsaid began bubbling up.

You reached for a ratty gray apron hanging on the dull walls trying to focus on the assigned task of cooking lunch. Staring at the chipped paint, you fumbled at the strings behind your back trying to tie them but to no avail. 

“Uh- do you want some help?” Despite Ellie being the only one in the room, her voice startled you. She inched closer waiting for your permission to assist and you obliged. Ellie’s hands reached to the contour of your waist, gripping the fabric. The brush of her knuckles across the small of your back sent a parade of chills to your skin. Her touch was slow and agonizing. Part of you wondered if she’d purposely made such prolonged contact as she tied the strings into a sloppy bow.

Although Ellie’s duty was done, you both remained still, you facing the wall and her facing your back. She reached once more to your familiar waistline and quickly flipped you around towards her.

“There… all done.” she murmured. In that moment with just inches between each other, eyes locked, you finally felt sure of her feelings, and your feelings, and the fact that you couldn’t keep pretending to hate her. The universe would stop at nothing to bring the two of you together and it was time to surrender. Ellie’s emerald orbs were full of you and only you and she knew she had to say something. If not now, when?

“I’m so fucking sorry. For everything. Please– forgive me.” You collapsed into her body like a house of cards. These were the words you needed to hear. Voice cracking, you called out her name in desperation.

“Ellie-” She urgently completed the other half of the embrace. Your face nestled perfectly into the crick of her neck like it was fate. Pine soap and earthy lake water wafted through your senses as you took in a deep inhale of relief. The following breaths were rocky and unsteady as all your pinned up emotions rose to the surface. Still stuck in Ellie’s crevice you began a gentle cry.

“Hey- hey- look at me. Don’t cry bunny.” She pulled your damp face in the cradle of her hands and guided you into contact with her glassy, green eyes. 

“Els, you- you have no idea what you do to me.” you struggled through the vulnerable sentence. Ellie pulled you back into the warmth of her body squeezing you even tighter like she was worried you might float away. Your words sat in the air waiting to be tended to until finally Ellie acted.

“I think I might.” Her answer was like a warm blanket around your heart. You looked up from your sanctuary in her frame and she stared back. You played a cat and mouse game of glances from eyes to lips and pressure rose.

Ellie took a deep inhale and asked the anticipated question, “can I kiss you?” With no time for words you dove into her soft mouth. Your top lip slotted perfectly in between hers, sealing the gap of yearning that had amassed from years of rivalry.

The peck was hard and long. It’s tenderness evoked cries of queer happiness from the both of you. Your tears mixed with hers was an act of love, and a long-awaited one at that. Ellie’s lips began to wander down to your neck and then your collarbones evoking sweet giggles from your throat. 

“Ellie- Ellie- enough. We do have to cook, you know.” A disappointing realization but true nonetheless. 

“Fine, fine.” Ellie’s kisses halted but you could still feel each one radiating off your skin. Your smile didn’t falter once as you and Ellie whipped up lunch for the campers. Who would’ve thought punishment could be this fun?

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After the 12 cabins passed in and out of the mess hall, consuming the meal, you and Ellie followed behind to clean up. After the kitchen was tidied, you both ventured into the dining area to wipe off the tables scattered throughout.

You dipped your sudsy rag into the bucket of cleaning solution and swirled it across the laminated wood. The table was long and wide forcing you to bend over the edge to extend your arm towards the hard to reach parts. Your ass up in the air was like a bright flag waving for Ellie to come over and assist, but not with the cleaning. She snaked both arms around your waist connecting them at your tummy. Her groin then pressed at your hips with reverence. She admired your shape and the way you somehow always slotted perfectly into her.

“Ellieeee…” You drug out her name nice and long, disguising your pleasure with annoyance. She began planting more kisses in the same pattern as before.

“What? Do you want me to stop?” You sat up now parallel with her body, ass still against crotch. Breathy air escaped from your mouth as Ellie gently nibbled at your ear, sending your head into a spin. You gulped out a string of “nos”, adamant about how much you needed her. And how you needed her now.

Your expression of desperation triggered Ellie’s strong hands into action. The 5 digits dragged up the right side of your ribs causing the soft red fabric of your shirt to bunch up, her firm motions stopping at the underside of one of your breasts. Ellie kneaded hungrily at the mound of fat, reveling in your braless form and hardening nipples. 

“C’mere, turn towards me. I wanna see your pretty face.” Her request flowed from her blushed lips like a symphony and you quickly obeyed. The table dug into your back leaving a mark as Ellie towered over you in desire like an animal. You tugged at the hem of her blue T-shirt sliding your hand under the linen. You were just as needy. Her abs flexed with the exploration of your eager hands. Wanting more, she leaned in close to deliver the message.

Her hot breath tickled you ear as she whispered, “you wanna make purple?” No matter how hot and bothered the both of you were, Ellie still found time to insert in her stupid humor. The cheesy sexual innuendo made you snicker but only for a moment before you were pulled back into her world of desire.

You nodded fervently to urge the escalation of this interaction, so she scooped you up by your pillow soft thighs and whisked you away to the kitchen. The stainless steel countertop where Ellie had positioned you was cold and left the back of your legs moderately numb. Overflowing with lust, you went for Ellie’s lips but she quickly pulled away before you could reach them.

“Ah, ah, ah.” she tsk’s before dashing away to the large industrial fridge, sending the double doors flying open with her pull.

“Els? What are you doing?” you questioned, feeling the ache between your legs amp up. You weren’t sure how much longer you could wait for her touch.

“I’m hungry.” she answered simply, pulling out a large red canister of dairy. Confusion was your prominent emotion but you didn’t dare to question her methods. Shaking the metal up and down vigorously she ran back, popping off the cap on the way. Your clenched thighs were quickly peeled apart by Ellie as she made room for herself between your dangling legs. In one hand she hoisted up the whipped cream and with her other she took your chin, angling it upward.

“Open.” she commanded. You separated your lips in obedience but it wasn’t enough.

“Wider.” Ellie’s hand cradled your jaw as it dropped even further this time. With this she squirted the milky, white cream down your throat. 

“Now swallow,” she instructed until your compliance, “good girl.” A cocky, power hunger smirk painted Ellie’s face as she watched you melt into the palm of her hand. You were sure that the thin cotton of your panties was now far from dry. 

“We’re gonna have some fun now... hands up.” With assistance from the girl in blue, you shed a layer of clothing. Your tit’s instantly perked up with the frigid air of the kitchen now surrounding them. Ellie watched in awe as dozens of fantasies played out in her head. It was a struggle just deciding what she wanted to do to you first.

The whipped cream assisted her next steps as she sprayed it across your remarkable chest. You gasped in pleasure at the cold, wet sensation. Drips of white began to trickle down your stomach as Ellie played clean up with the help of her tongue. The pink muscle pressed flat to your sternum collecting a heaping of cream and then venturing back to your own mouth. Teeth clashed and tongues wrestled as the white liquid swirled between the exchange of salvia. You left the kiss just for a moment to let out an urgent mewl. Ellie’s attention was then diverted back to your beautiful, beautiful body. She continued lapping up the sweetness taking time in between to suck on your erect nipples.

“Shit- baby, it got all over your cute little shorts,” she continued, her voice smooth like butter, “we better get these off of you then, huh?” Your bottom lip quivered in sexual agony, anticipating the future promises of friction. Ellie took her built arms and hooked them around the back of your legs. Upon swift movement she pulled you to the edge of the counter, stealing your shorts and panties in the process. Frigid steel made contact with your puffy clit aiding in some sense of satisfaction while you pleaded with Ellie.

“P-please, n-n-need you Els.” You bucked your hips demonstrating the amount of discomfort you were feeling. Ellie played dumb.

“Need what?” She teased your aching cunt with gentle brushes of her fingers at your thighs and you yelped.

“Need your fingers- your mouth- something- pleassee.” The words came out in a long slur but Ellie knew just what you were begging for oh so desperately. Having fun with her little game, she brought back the canister of white fluff, this time dispersing it across the heat you held between your inviting thighs.

Red plump lips belonging to Ellie planted deep into each bit of your flesh before eventually reaching their final destination. Your exquisite folds were glazed in milk and sugar like a special treat waiting to be devoured. For just a few seconds everything was frozen as Ellie was trapped by your fantasy-like beauty. Saving the image to memory, she dove into your crotch like it was her first, last, and only meal. Her tongue swirled through every crevice of you, taking only a few beats to express words of praise…

“My sweet, sweet girl.” , “You’re all mine” , “You taste so fucking good princess.”

Although, her affirmations could hardly be understood over your exuberant cries of pleasure. In your case, sentences were the last thing being formed as your bliss began to reach a fever pitch. 

“Close,” you mumbled, “so close.”

Ellie halted all movements, not wanting it to end.

“You think I’m gonna let you cum that easy? No way baby, we still have more fun to be had.” She shook her head taunting you. No matter how much it hurt, Ellie was in control and you clenched hard trying to prevent any further acceleration to your orgasm. You wanted to be the very best girl for your very best girl. 

“Come on, let’s take this to the pantry.” She hoisted you up off your place in the kitchen and assisted you there, your slick dripping down the innards of your legs as you walked (it was really more of a wobble and hop). 

With a glistening face of your wetness, Ellie then commanded you again, “Lie down for me pretty.” You did so as Ellie stripped herself down, meeting your bareness. She dipped into your form on the cold tile but the heat of your bodies was enough to distract from all the outside factors.

Purple and blue welts appeared across your neck and breasts as Ellie sucked every bit of skin she could in between the wrath of her teeth. With her parallel to you, your hands reached down to confront the mess that was Ellie’s folds. 

“So wet.” you whimpered in satisfaction. Knowing how just your sole pleasure could do that much to her drove you mad. You couldn’t help but slip a finger inside her tight little hole, trying to give back even just a sliver of the bliss she gave you. Ellie gasped as you filled her up, releasing the bit of flesh in her mouth that she had been suctioning to.

As much as she reveled in your pleasure, you reveled in hers. More whipped cream squirted between your bodies, mixing with the influx of sweat being produced. After many sloppy, in-and-out pumps of your digits you pulled them out to taste.

Ellie took this as an opportunity to grab your hips, holding them still for her own to align just right. You both began rocking against each other, unsteady at first, but with practice you gained a perfect rhythm. Clits bumped as heaving breaths and loud groans shot through the air. The mess hall pantry has become heaven on earth. 

“Fuccckkk,  I think I’m gonna…” Ellie erupted and you followed.

“Mmmmm.” Your back arching and her hips bucking chaotically, Ellie assaulted your sensitive ball of nerves with her own. The stars aligned and the angels sang as the both of you reached the climax of your lives. It was euphoric. White flooded your vision as you continued to ride out this high with the girl of your dreams. Sweet, sweet Ellie Williams.

Finally, the ravenous movement and desperate attempts at pleasure caught back up, leaving you limp and fucked out. Ellie lay next to you with a firm grip on your hand, maintaining contact as a sense of comfort and slight fear that if she didn’t hold on you’d vanish into thin air. You rolled to your side scattering gentle pecks on her arms and torso. 

“My special girl” you whispered into her skin, just loud enough for Ellie to hear. She smiled at you and then let out a large sigh of release, kissing you back.

“God, you’re sticky. Wonder how that happened??” A stupid little grin was stamped on her face as she teased about the recent sexual escapades.

“Let me clean you up, yeah?” You nodded with adoring eyes. She was an angel in bed and out of it. With a wet rag Ellie cleaned up the sugary, sweet mess, giving an occasional kiss of tenderness. It was all you could’ve ever asked for, and it continued that way for the rest of the summer and many more to come.

 ✄ - - - -   part 1 , part 2 , part 3   - - - - masterlist - - - - ♡

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[moncherijoie]

𝗖𝗿𝗮𝘇𝘆 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗬𝗼𝘂

Continuation smut ver.*

𝗣. 𝙹𝚊𝚎𝚑𝚢𝚞𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 were 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

(This is the smut continuation that was for my fanfic series on YouTube. You can access the series playlist under the channel *Promised.Ecstasy*)

Warnings!: Smut(MDNI)

WC: 400+ (Just woke up n wrote this draft in the morning so it might seem rushed.)

Edit: Thank you to the person who told me of a grammar error. English isn't my first language😭.

You don't know how long you've been in a daze. Jaehyun finally lift his head from between your legs.

He smiled at the fact now by just touching your now sensitive womanhood, your body would jerk. Despite not doing anything yet you still felt worn out already.

"I like the way you look under me." He says before kissing your neck. "The way you shiver to my touch." He traces his kisses down to your collarbone.

"Jae-" Your words were cut short. As in only few seconds Jaehyun had you turnt over.

Softly shoving your face into the pillow and making you arch your back.

He shoved his whole length into you without warning. "What was you trying to say?"

Before you could speak again Jaehyun thrusts into you once more cutting you off. In return he earned a moan from you, making him smirk.

It was like he instantly knew every single little thing about your body. Finding your g-spot like it was nothing.

Only moans left your mouth as you could only swallow your words from recieving too much pleasure.

Jaehyun grabs your hair and pulls you up. Taking a pause that ruined your upcoming orgasm. "You're all mines now." He pushes you back onto the bed before flipping you again.

Lying you right back into missionary.

"I didn't know if you could tell. But that black dress you wore when you came to my house for the first time. Got me so worked up till this moment."

You only nodded your head before Jaehyun shoved himself back into you.

You knew your provocative dress was doing something to Jaehyun the way he reacted that day at the party he threw for Minyoung.

You snapped back to reality as you felt the familiar feeling approaching.

"Fuck! Jae...I'm gonna cu~"

"Yeah? You're so tight for me I can't hold on either."

You propped yourself up on your elbows. Shutting your eyes and biting your lip.

Jaehyun used his thumb to massage your clit. Making your reach your edge and succumb to your orgasm washing over you.

It doesn't taking long for Jaehyun to follow suit and spill all his juices into you.

"Damn I love you so much.."

Jaehyun says before groaning as he pulls out.

"I love you too Jaehyun."

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a deep kiss.

Noticing you not pulling away he makes a light slap to your pussy making you jerk.

"Careful cause I will go another round with you."

[sageispunk]

rise n shine (18+)

↳ cute lil smutty something about waking up with a pretty girl

pairing: blackfemme! reader x blackfemme OC (unnamed)

wordcount: 400+ (will be continued)

warnings: mommy kink, overstim, oral sex, nasty kissing

Her pussy was like heaven in your mouth.

The sweetest, stickiest honey dripped from her throbbing hole as you sucked and slurped on her swollen clit. You moaned into her warmth, the vibrations from your lips adding onto the ecstasy already flowing through her system.

Your arms wrapped under her soft thighs so that you could grasp onto her hips, thumbs stroking the sensitive flesh and causing her to twitch under you. You followed her movements, never letting up on your eating, wanting to devour every single drop of love she had to give to you.

“Oh, fu—oh my god!” She came with a scream, not holding back at all as her body flew up off the mattress, seizing, before collapsing back down with a tired attempt to claw you off her body. You looked up, your hungry mouth still latched onto her pulsing clit, watching the tears beginning to build in her deep brown eyes. “Mommy, pleaseee…I can’t take it…”

She pouted, languidly squirming her hips around as her hands tugged at your braids, gesturing for you to come up. With a slow and teasing tug, you released her perfect nub from your lips and licked a wide trail up her drenched pussy. You propped yourself up just a little to leave a soft kiss on the pretty heart shaped patch of curls on her mound. "You are so fucking beautiful."

“C’mere..” Her voice was soft, full of need for you. There was nothing you looked forward to more than hearing her voice every morning. Gentle and warm in your ears as she rubbed her hands along your bare back, tracing the beautiful artwork etched into your skin.

You let her pull you up on top of her, and your faces clashed against one another in a passionate battle. Moans and sticky kisses filled the room as the early morning sun began to shine in through the sheer curtains in your bedroom. Her hands traveled across your body, grasping and squeezing at the softness of your shoulders and back, then your ass and thighs. All the while you ground your body on hers, taking immense pleasure in the way your erect nipples rubbed against her own.

Your tongues fought for dominance, yet both of you were okay with losing. You sucked on her sweet, pink tongue for as long as you could before she took control, moaning as she sucked your bottom lip in between her own.

When she released you from her hungry grasp, your mouth made its way down her soft jawline, leaving gentle kisses along her warm skin until you reached her sensitive spot. Right below her earlobe. Your left hand caressed the side of her face, with a thumb stroking her damp cheek.

“Color?” You whispered against the flesh, using your right hand to rub her trembling thigh by your side.

“Green.”

You came up with a curled eyebrow to double check her response, and before you could verbalize the question, she lifted your right hand from her thigh, bringing it directly back to her ever-dripping cunt. "Please. I need you."

[the-sunhold-coven]

SFW Alphabet

I decided to write an SFW Alphabet for Midora as a celebration of reaching 400 followers! And also a little bit as a thanks for the patience while I'm figuring out coding.

I looked around some and can't for the life of me find where the trend is from but the content is under the cut.

A= Affection

(How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

She has never been good at hiding what she feels, her face wears her emotions clear as day. She finds no need to try and hide it either, those she cares for deserve to know how much they mean to her. 

Big words mean little in her mind. What matters is the time spent together, and the things you do for each other. But what Midora craves most of all is touch.

(If romanced:) She craves your touch more than that of anyone else. She likes the fleeting touches. The soft hand you placed on her back as you moved past her, the kiss she gives you on your forehead each morning, and resting her head against your shoulder as you sit beside each other. 

B= Best friend

(What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start)

She has never struggled to make friends, her open and kind nature is something many are drawn to. And she is drawn in turn to those with kind hearts. 

That is how the friendship starts, with a sense of kinship and understanding. Your heart is all that matters, how you express your kindness is nothing she lays any judgment on.

With time the bond would grow into a bone-deep trust, her trust in your judgments and reasonings, and your trust in her, that you could come to her with anything and she would help without question.

C=  Cuddles

(Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Few things bring such warmth to her chest as those quiet and slow mornings. The two of you basking in each other’s presence as the minutes slowly tick by. The weight of your arm slung over her waist, gently pulling her closer to you when she tries to move. She prefers to see your face, to see the softness of your features as you rest along with her. Your warmth balms her very soul, the chaos of the world left beyond the threshold to your shared room.

D= Domestic

(Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

She wants to build a life, to make something that is hers. Being surrounded by those she calls friends and family. But settling down somehow means slowing down, and of that, she has no interest. Exploring or helping others, she doesn’t want a slow or quiet life, but she would like a place to come home to between the little adventures, a place of her own, and a garden filled with herbs.

Her cooking and cleaning skills are passable but nothing special.

E= Ending

(If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

It would begin with two cups of lavender tea, prepared the same way her mother did when she was younger and had been upset. With a gentle hand on your shoulder, she would ask you to sit down beside her. Her words would be gentle but to the point, she’d cry. Cry for the love that’s lost and she’d try to offer you some comfort if you would want her to.

F= Fiance

(How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

Marriage is not a custom among nymphs, and so she has never considered it. She wouldn’t mind it, but she feels no need to let someone else confirm what she already knows. That she is yours and that you are hers.

G= Gentle

(How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

To those she cares for she is soft, both in words and actions. It is also how she approaches most people. She can turn harsh on those she deems not deserving of it.

In other words, she won’t waste her kindness on an asshole.

H= Hugs

(Do they like hugs? How often do they do it and what is it like?)

Hugs between friends, between family, or between lovers. It’s a way for her to express the care she has for them. Midora’s hugs are always soft, with a firm pressure enveloping you. It feels like a soft yet cool blanket that wraps around you.

I= I love you

(How fast do they say the L-word?)

She will take her time to tell you how she feels. The words won’t come fast for her. But you’ll know far before then, in the actions she takes and the care that she shows you. It will take time, but the words will come, warm and sweet and wrapped in all the love she carries for you.

J= Jealousy

(How jealous do they get? What do they do when they get jealous?)

Midora is not really one to get jealous. If someone’s making you uncomfortable however, she will make it clear that the person would do best to leave. If you flirt with others when she sees you, she will ask you why. If your answer is not a good one she’ll mourn the love you lost.

K= Kisses

(What are their kisses like? Where do they kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

She loves to kiss you on your lips, to press her warm and plush mouth against yours. But in truth, she loves to kiss your cheek the most. Her fingers will caress the side of your face, gently urging you closer to her. She’ll let her breath brush against your skin for a moment before she gives you a small but lingering peck infused with all the affection she feels for you. The touch is intimate and leaves a lingering warmth that stays with you even as you’ve left her company.

L= Little ones

(How are they around children?)

She believes that children deserve the world. And she likes them… From a distance.

M= Morning

(How are mornings spent with them?)

If you, like her, enjoy to linger in bed. If you like waking up slowly alongside her as the sun’s first rays slowly start to illuminate the bed you share just as much as she does. Then you’ll lie there together, basking in your shared warmth. It’s only when her stomach starts to rumble that she’ll begrudgingly move away from you, to begin the day with a quiet grumble of discontent.

If you are the sort to leap out of bed at first light, you’ll have to spend those first moments alone. She’ll join you a few moments later, sleep still making her limbs heavy as she moves to one of the chairs. There won’t be much conversation to be had, but she’ll be there to keep you company.

N= Night

(How are nights spent with them?)’

The night is for the two of you, going to sleep with you is one of the habits she’ll insist most on. Even on the most busy of days, she’ll want to end them with you, in the comfort you both bring each other. If you are up for it,  that comforting warmth might turn into something more heated. The slow kisses turning hurried and hungry, your breaths mingling as you work to sate the need for one another.

O= Open

(When will they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or reveal little things slowly?)

She’ll give you little pieces of herself as time goes by, there are a few things that she won’t speak of and whenever you broach a subject she isn’t ready to share yet she’ll let you know. 

P= Patience

(How easily are they angered?)

She is not easy to anger, kindness is her first response. But she refuses to waste her kind words on those who never return them. 

Q= Quizzes

(How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every detail or forget the minor things?)

Each piece of you she’ll hoard like a dragon of old, which tea you like best, your favorite color, or if there is something you wish to do but have not been able to yet. It’s one of the ways she shows that she loves you.

R= Remember

(What is their favorite moment of your relationship?)

I won’t answer because of spoilers, but it’ll be a moment of vulnerability and trust between her and you. She’ll trust you to show love and affection in a way that’s most intimate to her.

S= Security

(How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Seeing you hurt, or even uncomfortable sets something alight in her. A burning need to make you feel better, make you feel safe. She won’t turn to violence, words will be the first thing she reaches for. With a glare, she’ll let the offender know that they are not wanted. Should they press the matter further, she’ll do what she needs to keep the both of you safe.

T= Try

(How much effort do they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

There is nothing special about anniversaries in her mind, she might mark the day somewhat. Some nice food and good wine is more than enough for her. If you make it clear to her that it’s important to you she’ll put more effort in. She shows her love for you each day, an anniversary is no different.

U= Ugly

(What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

She never meant to leave a mess, never meant to drag her dirt-covered boots all over the floors. To leave brown, dirty prints on each surface as she searches for the watering can she swears she left somewhere around here.

V= Vanity

(How concerned are they with their looks?)

Her hair is more to her than just something pretty, the flowers she adds make it alive and vibrant. It is important to her, and each month she’ll remake those braids with meticulous care, spending the entire day and often also the night to get it just the way she wants. 

W= Whole

(Would they feel incomplete without you?)

She would not wish to live without you, but if forced she’ll make do. Life, death, and loss are all a natural part of life and she’s had a long time to come to terms with losing people close to her. The memories she has of you will always be cherished, but her life won’t grind to a halt. She’ll move on, carrying a piece of you with her always-

X= Xtra

(A random headcanon for them)

She has tea for everything, if you want to sleep, chamomile, if you need to calm down, lavender, or if you have a cold, ginger. If she had her way she would drink no water at all, instead getting all her fluid from tea.

Y= Yuck

(What are some things they wouldn't like in general or in a partner?)

She’ll never understand those who do not and would never want animals in the bed. They are a part of the family, where else would they sleep? On the floor, the hard floor that grows cold in the winter? The furry little beasts deserve the best, and she doesn’t understand how you could not want the same.

Z= Zzz

(What are some sleeping habits of theirs?)

Midora is a snorer, a gentle and soft snore, but a snore nonetheless. And for you to wake her from that sleep you’ll need to shake her for minutes on end, shouting for her to wake up.

[freeflowersofmuseums]

Yandere Bouillabaisse

Hello lovelies! dont know if anyone missed me but now that I'm better at writing and playing FF again, I figured I would try writing another shot. If there's something you really wanna see, just dm me a request! i get the struggle of being in a niche fandom and when there's nearly 400+ characters in FF, it can be really hard to find content for a character you like. With that being said, here are some headcanons and a scenario for the food soul Bouillabaisse!

CW: Collaring, drugging, kidnapping, stealing, jealousy and general yandere tendencies. GN!reader

Bouillabaisse or “bisse” as you called him, was fond of you when he was first summoned. For the small price of 150 soul embers from the store, you had gained an eternal companion. He thought you were simply adorable, his past master attendants were powerful mages or even other food souls who wanted him for their own gain, but you were the only person who gave and asked nothing in return. For that alone, he would provide you his service.

Everything you do enchants him. Your laugh, the way you touch his face, and even the food you provide for him warm his heart. He has never met anyone so kind and generous, he tries to return the favor as best he can. Giving you all sorts of knick-knacks he picks up off the road or the beach.

He is set on following you everywhere, while this isn’t too out of the normal for Food Souls, he takes his position as your personal assistant very seriously. When shopping for groceries, he’ll often quietly tuck fruit in his bag while others aren’t looking. The idea that you have to pay for anything in this world is ridiculous. Don't they know that you're the best master attendant in the world?

You pet him in a way he's so fond of. Gently pushing back the hair that obscures his features. You wash his face before bed, tucking him in with care and preparing delicious food in the morning. He watches as you hum various songs. Flitting about the kitchen like a golden ray of sunlight, preparing a meal that you hope he will enjoy just as much as you do. He'd never known this feeling before… this is love, isn’t it?

He despises the fact that you have to toil away at your job, giving your effort to someone who will never appreciate it and only ask for more. Oh, how he wishes he could simply whisk you away, waltzing on the beaches he knows so well while he covers you in sunken treasure. Pearls complement your complexion the best, he thinks.

It's only when a belligerent man catches your fancy does he comes across the realization that he would kill for you. Bouillabaisse hates every fiber of the man's being. He was almost disturbed that such visceral hatred was able to come from his core. Baisee looms over you while he watches the man offer to take you for a beverage. Taking in every disgusting quality of the man. The conversation only lasts a few minutes at most, but the pain is forever ingrained in Bouillabaisse's heart. If he is to properly protect you from the vile instincts of others, he has to isolate you.

He's so sorry. He doesn’t mean to hurt you he promises! But spiking your drink was the only way he could knock you unconscious and whisk you away. He knows that this is the best option for the two of you, but he hates hurting you! He hates knocking you out forcefully, but he found a happy medium in the form of keeping you drugged just enough to be barely conscious. He finds you adorable like this, constantly coo’ing in awe at your inebriated form. You need his help to do everything, a situation that won't last forever, but something he quite enjoys.

When the two of you reach his homeland, he finally feels comfortable enough to let you recover. He sets you down in a big shell basin that's been padded with all sorts of fabrics and pillows.  Smiling at the fact that you look like a pretty pearl when sitting in the shell. The cave seems to be comprised of a small above-water-level portion where you can breathe comfortably, but the only exit seems to be an extremely long tunnel submerged in water. In order to leave you would need Bouillabisse’s assistance.

He holds you as you kick and scream for release from the caves. He lets a few sparkling tears fall from his eyes. He is so frustrated that you can't see the truth! That the only way you’ll truly be happy is with him, right here where he can give you everything you need.

He feeds you just a drop or two of pufferfish poison.  Just enough to keep you from accessing your magic and prevent him from doing what's right. It makes your body run hot and you struggle with physical activity, but Bouillabaisse does everything he can to provide for you.

Now that he has you all to himself, he needs to find a way to mark you. He needs to own you like you own him. While it's likely not a permanent fix, he fashioned a collar for you. Made from the thicker bones of his tail and metal embellishments. He adores dressing you up and perhaps the collar was simply the start, but ever since he wrapped it around your neck you find that he has an odd fascination with picking out your clothing within the limited selection he carried.

Your relationship with Bouillabaisse has drastically changed but it's hard to get mad when you realize most of his actions come from his almost child-like level of ignorance. He loves you and he's not afraid to say it. Perhaps with enough time or patience, you could even convince him to let you leave. Provided you pay the transportation tax in the form of kisses. <3

Threat level: 4/10

Love level: 9/10