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predestinatos · 2 years ago

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love me down? — CL16 𓍢ִ໋ ᰔᩚ

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary: it's time to confront feelings over mcdonald's and a beach view

word count: 4k

tags: a bit angsty not gonna lie, vulnerable!charles is so interesting to write, finally they get it together (kind of), smut at the end - absolutely filthy btw.

minors dni ──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !! warnings & note underneath

note: so so sorry for the delay in updates! i've been busy on my dissertation, staying home alone for a few days and traveling along with writing some articles for my uni newspaper so things have been crazy here. but i appreciate all the support and patience.

warnings: rough sex, kitchen sex, spit is involved, charles is very... domineering

“Thank you” you smiled softly to the girl handing you the McDonald’s bag and the two big cups of coke, which you promptly asked for Charles to hold as you proceeded to drive away.

Your hands gripped the stirring wheel as you drove – upon Charles’ insistence that he wanted to see you doing it, and also because it would raise less suspicion and attention if you both did so. The night was calm and slightly warm, allowing for the windows to be opened and the breeze ran through your hair wildly.

You felt his gaze on you, noticing how he stared unapologetically at you from the corner of your eye, a warm smile plastered across his face, his eyes half open – details that you didn’t notice but knew, out of the sheer amount of time you were now spending together, his expressions becoming familiar and recognizable, like a painting you hang on your bedroom and see every morning when you wake up.

“Stop staring, it distracts me,” you said jokingly, your shoulders tensing as you smiled shyly and tried to fix your hair with one hand, the other remaining on the wheel. “Now you know how I feel” he replied, popping a French fry in his mouth.

You allowed yourself half a second to look at him with confusion, your eyebrows furrowed as you moved your head questioningly. “What do you mean?” you asked, as you opened your hand towards him and demanded for him to give you a french fry.

“I mean when we all hang out and you sit at the back of my car and all I can see is you from the rearview mirror” he replied, his arms stretching towards your mouth instead of your hand, placing the food in it carefully. You knew the order of these actions was deliberate – first he admitted to something, then he would shush you somehow, as if to let that admission disappear or go unnoticed, or for him to think of something to say that would somehow lessen it.

The cold tone of his eyes remained on you, however, letting silence fill the car, as you noticed you hadn’t put music on, relying on each other’s voices and company instead. With your mouth still half full, you kept questioning his attentive gaze: “we haven’t all hung out in your car in ages, though.” You swallow, hoping he understood what you said between chewing and speaking.

Charles laughed softly, both at your statement and at your attempt to multitask, which he tried to unconsciously replicate by removing the Coca-Cola cup from the bag without taking his eyes off of you. “I know,” he realized that was all he could say, and that it was enough for you to understand its underlying meaning.

You were now arriving at an empty beachside, one which both of you knew because that was where you spent your teenage years amongst the people you loved. “I thought you hated me though,” you said, more seriously than you intended, your hand on the gearstick as you moved it to reverse. He shrugged as he took his seatbelt off, placing one leg under the other one, his sweatpants revealing a comfort he had acquired with you over the past months. “I thought so too,” he replied, chuckling.

You turned the car off but didn’t find his tale all that amusing, how both your and his feelings were now drifting unknowingly and dissolving, getting harder to recognize and pinpoint.

Noticing your discomfort, Charles’ hand once again went through his hair, nervousness hard to disguise, his dark brown locks suddenly in a desperate need to be fixed. You grabbed your order from the bag placed upon his lap, unthinkingly. Months prior, just the idea of being in a car with him seemed ridiculously unrealistic, and now touching him was voluntary and thoughtless, which highlighted the contrast of your words.

“I’ve always found you attractive” his voice interrupted, as he took a bite of his cheeseburger. You reflected his movements, but looking at him, eyebrows raised and interest spiking. The short seconds he took to chew and swallow seemed like an eternity, the urge to hear him continue almost as big as his urge to keep talking. “Even when you annoyed the shit out of me” he laughed shortly, and this time you did too, your head rising towards the ceiling of the car. “It’s true! It just made you even more insufferable” he repeated, his free hand adjusting a lock of your hair behind you ear in caring amusement.

Your eyes met his as you took a sip of your drink, interrupting him before he went on a full monologue. “Thank you for the flattering confession,” you joked back, mimicking him by putting a lock of his hair behind his ear – an almost impossible task. “Come on, I knew you felt attraction towards me as well,” he tilted his head and leaned back, arms crossed smugly, trying to hide the slightly damaged ego. “You were alright,” your answer made him bring his hand to his chest dramatically, a comical expression screaming ‘how dare you’ in sheer playfulness.

“Grumpy men aren’t my type” you continued, placing a French fry in your mouth with feigned innocence. “Bratty girls aren’t mine either yet here we are” Charles replied, a soft gleam in his eyes as he looked at you, the breeze entering the car through the open window and touching his hair softly, daring to caress him when you couldn’t, wouldn’t.

Here we are. That sentence reverberated through your body like an enigma you couldn’t solve. Where exactly were you two? In a limbo of unspoken feelings and mere subtle hints of tenderness, an unbreakable vow of secrecy that can only be expressed through metaphors? In a car, desperate to feel each other’s devoted affection, yet refraining to do so, like a painting in a museum you can’t get too close to?

Charles knew he had said the wrong thing, or at least not the good enough thing for the moment. This back and forth used to be amusing and entertaining when nothing was at stake. But now it seems like both of you had gambled too much, and the few chips you had were holding you together at a table where whatever happened could not be seen as a victory.

He said the only thing that came to his mind at that moment. An earnest and genuine “I’m sorry” left his lips as he looked outside the window. You let out a breath, accepting the apology despite the fact that you didn’t quite know the reason for it. Was he apologizing for the comment that ignited this tension? For letting things spiral to this in the first place? You weren’t sure he knew it either, yet you knew he meant it enough for you to not hold it against him.

But maybe it was your turn to get into his head, as selfish as this sounded. You didn’t hold it against him but that didn’t mean you didn’t have half thoughts and half feelings to let out. “It was hard not being bratty with you,” you heard yourself say, as his head turned towards you. You forced yourself to hold his gaze, despite the fact that you felt heat rushing to your cheeks as you spoke. “You got under my skin like no one else. Still do,” you bit your lip, holding back a smile that threatened to creep up on your face. It was hard to hide your amusement at his own bewildered look, incredulous at what you had said could imply.

“You don’t know how many times I wanted to be alone with you” his voice, almost a whisper, traveled through the car along with the nightly air and the soft waves crashing far away. You swallowed dryly, despite the cold cup resting between your legs and the comfort it could’ve provided you in a time like this.

“Why didn’t you?” you asked, curiosity, or maybe sheer tension, filling your body as you felt him getting closer to you, closing the gap between both of your seats. “I did, eventually,” his breath hit your neck, his knowledge of this particular weakness of yours making you even weaker, realizing you gave him the power to get to you like this. His chuckle filled your ears and sent goosebumps throughout your body like an orchestra of sensations. “And it’s not like you made it particularly easy for me,” he continued, kissing your neck lightly enough to make your body shiver, his hand now resting on your leg and caressing it with sensuous ease.

“Really?” you played along, irony lacing your lips the way you both liked to play. “How come?” your voice broke upon the sentence as his murmur of affirmation to your question mixed with his kisses down your neck and his now tightened grip on your leg blurred your senses.

Before he could properly reply, your phone vibrated in your pocket, disrupting the tension building up between you two. You cursed under your breath as you pulled it out, reading the name on the screen and locking it again, deciding to reply later. “It’s my sister,” you say, even though you knew you needn’t justify yourself. Nevertheless, you did. You hoped he’d do the same in his own case.

“Oh, is everything alright? She’s in Austria, right?” he asked, genuine curiosity lacing his words. You nodded in response. “Yeah, she’s alright. It’s a drunk selfie, I’ll text her later,” you laughed as you continued, your drink finishing just like his. He laughed, more to himself than to you, as he shook his head negatively. “That’s brave for a Linguistics student” he joked.

His words made you realize something, which you couldn’t help but point out to him, question him about. “How do you know those things? About my sister, I mean” you clarified, your eyes interlocked with his. “You’ve mentioned it sometimes when we all hung out,” he shrugged, the answer seeming so simple and uncomplicated, almost making you feel ridiculous for asking. Yet you stood, motionless. “I may seem annoyed, but I am listening, you know.”

You felt your body freeze at his words, a realization of something you had never considered before. Because it’s not only that he was listening; he remembered. Things you didn’t particularly say to him – in fact, you ignored him most times, only using the basic politeness when strictly necessary – were engraved in his mind when they did not have to be. They could’ve been mere writings on sand for him, ones which the sea would wash away carelessly, yet they weren’t.

And suddenly, you were tired. Of the breeze, of the jokes, of the hiding, of the unknown. Of crying, of laughing, of shrugging it off and trying not to think about it. Of the lack of answers, of the increasingly infinite number of questions. You’ve felt sadness, but now it was time for anger – unfortunately, you did not know whom to aim it at. To him? For not being able to admit the very same thing you couldn’t admit either? To yourself? For protecting your emotions from the person who has shown in the past his inconsistencies, his lack of commitment and emotional availability?

He felt it then. He did not know how or why – whether your breath give it away, how you blinked more rapidly than usual and your eyelashes seemed to bat away the painful realization – but he felt that if he did not do something, say something, before you did, all this would end. And in those brief seconds everything flashed before him: the endless amount of decisions and routes that he could take here, how it would be easy in the short term to accept what you had to say and let you drive him home, drink it away, fuck it away, text someone else, kiss someone else. But the long term painful knowledge of feeling your skin on his when he wakes up at 4am in your room, to witness your eyerolls when he jokes around, to witness your existence quietly – that suddenly felt unbearable.

Your fists were clenched in repressed anger, so were his, though the reasons differed – but the source of them didn’t. It had now become a race against time, daring each other to speak, to do something before the other did, scared of the words that might come out each other’s mouths.

You beat him to it – maybe the only game where you actually won, yet a victory that tasted as a loss, where the podium took more from you than it gave, no morning glory or praise in your eyes or his. “I don’t think I can keep doing this” was all you said as you forced yourself to look into Charles’ eyes, notice how you could tell something in him shifted despite his lack of movement. Despite the fact that he had seen in it coming, he couldn’t help but feel a sharpness in his chest that threatened to break his whole body apart from the inside out. He had nothing to lose anymore, and knowing this, he knew he had to at least put up a fight with himself.

“It’s a shame because I think I’m starting to get feelings for you,” he tried to act natural, almost slightly careless but it did not work, not when your eyes stared deeply into his, confusion written all over them. “I mean I can’t get you off my mind. These hang outs we have are all that I look forward to. I mean that I wish I could just tell you how much I crave your presence at every moment. That part of me feels such anger towards you precisely because you make me feel weak. I hate myself for feeling these things almost as much as I do for not expressing them to you earlier. And I care. I care so much I wish I could be brave enough to ask you to text me when you get home, when you wake up, when you go out. I want to talk to you or stay in silence or eat or do anything, I don’t fucking know what I’m saying but I want this to keep going and I am so fucking selfish for it, I know I am.”

Charles bit his lip, out of nervousness, anger, or sadness – neither of you quite knew. All you knew was that the words that came out of his mouth could never be unsaid, that whatever happened after this could never repair whatever dynamic you two had, and even though you both knew that the first time he stayed after your party, it was now a reality you had to confront.

“Don’t do this to me, Charles” you begged, your voice breaking slightly as it whispered his name, the taste of it so different from before, so foreign it seemed like you were calling someone else. “It’s really fucking mean of you to do this,” you continued, as your hand flew to the car key and started it, your intention to leave the conversation in the sand, let it be consumed by the sea, erased, cleaned.

You drove and drove, although you felt like the car was operating itself, your mind not as much on the way to Charles’ place but more on retracing the steps that brough you two here. He didn’t highlight his presence either. Both of you felt so insanely alone in that car it was almost maddening, a solitary confinement worse than any other punishment: being alone together.

And so when your car came to a halt in the parking lot and you inhaled deeply, accepting the fact that this was probably the last time you would ever have him like this, considering what you’d do differently had you known that when you woke up, he tried one last time.

His hand was so close to opening the door but refused to do so before both his body and his mind had the answer to the question that would solve it all. Every single one of his next movements would depend on how you replied, and he was, not for the first time, immediately aware of your control over him. “Knowing all this, knowing it would come to this in the end- would you have kicked me out of your apartment that night?”

For some inexplicable reason, you did not hesitate then. Your head moved, so slightly it could go unnoticed, in a nod. Then, as if you were watching your own self from afar, you nodded once more, clearly, affirmatively, and confidently, despite your runny nose and teary eyes. You adjusted your hair once again, the mess a reflection of your own thoughts and his – tangled and complicated.

Yet, your reply triggered all of Charles’ courage, made his words come out strong and reassuring at the same time, as he tried, not desperately but incessantly, to make you see what he couldn’t show. “Then why can’t we keep going? You want me to show you I need you, here I am. I need you. I need this, and this might be the most vulnerable I can be with you right now but I am trying. I’ll say it as many times as you want and I’ll leave if you want me to because that’s how much I need you. I need you so much I’m willing to let you go if that’s what you want.”

His reply made you feel your own heart speeding, its pace matching his, though you were both unaware of it. Your hands were shaking at the same rhythm as his hands, the ones that were now opening the door in defeat, but that were stopped by you gripping his arm, feeling him finally, pleading him to stay. He barely had the time to close the door again, leaving it ajar as he turned to you and felt your lips on his, soft and needy and begging for him to stay. He deepened the kiss hungrily, his teeth biting your bottom lip in confirmation of his presence before you.

Remembering where you two were, you pulled away, looking at his unusual post kiss expression. Although the red lips and blissed eyes remained, he was serious, rather than smug, questioning if this was a last goodbye or a beginning. You smiled to yourself at that, his innocent look when he lost control of a situation giving away his honesty.

The atmosphere was still tense despite the fact that the air had been cleared out by his words and the tears washed away by the foggy windows, yet you couldn’t help but bite your lip, holding back a laugh as you said, “so does this mean I have to cancel things with Oscar?”

Charles’ soft giggle and playful “fuck off” made you feel at home more than ever, as you knew now that he was comfortable with you holding that door. And as he stepped out of your car, he leaned down and popped his head in once again, teasingly asking you “want to come inside so I can answer that for you?” – to which you merely smirked as you removed your seatbelt.

As soon as the elevator doors closed and until you made all the way to the 16th floor Charles’ hands were on your waist, your legs, your chest, and everywhere possible, as he tried feeling all of you at once, greedily caressing your skin. You needed him just as much, your own arms around his neck as your hands pulled his soft hair, sometimes with enough strength his groan was audible, but so addictive you couldn’t get enough of it.

The elevator doors opened and somehow you made it into his apartment, not registering any inch of it – you had grown to know it all too well to have to look around for the last few months. With your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands holding you by your thighs, he took you to the closest spot he could find and placed you there, your ass suddenly feeling the cold surface underneath. Sitting on his marble kitchen counter, you watch as his attitude shifted back to the cocky and possessive one you knew so well. Charles didn’t hesitate to take his shirt off, followed by his sweatpants, which revealed everything already. However, the sight of his naked body between your legs drove you insane, your head spinning with the heat of desire. Completely naked, yet standing above you, his voice, so distinct from the soft and vulnerable from before, demanded: “take your clothes off”

You complied, never breaking eye contact as he fisted his own cock, its length making your mouth water and your entrance embarrassingly wet, yet that embarrassment quickly faded as his gaze lowered towards it, dark lust spreading across his eyes. Unapologetically, he eyes you up and down, eyes resting on your breasts, your nipples hard, your whole body giving away how delirious with desire you felt.

“God your body is insane” he started, his hand still on his erection, moving frantically and out of pace, trying to replicate the feeling of being inside you, yet unsuccessfully. You dropped your shy attitude, replacing it instead with a newly found confidence highlighted by the confirmation of his primal desires.

“Quit jerking yourself off and fuck me, Charles” your voice sounded aggressive and soft at the same time, and caught him so off guard you saw his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he let out a ravenous growl.

Without warning, he pushed himself into you, burying his length deep inside your cunt, your wetness allowing him to move perfectly. “Fuck it’s like you were made for me” his voice, now much deeper, erupted against your neck, his face buried in it as one hand held on to your thigh tightly, and your pain was nothing when compared to how full he made you feel, how your whole body responded to him with absolute pleasure. “You were made for me, weren’t you?” he asked, pulling away from you to grip your face in his hand, a gesture so possessive and animalistic it made your eyes water in a haze. You tried nodding, although it was hard given how strong his grip was, how out of control and light-headed you felt, making it impossible for you to speak either.

His thrusts continued, aggressive and ravenous, as he unleashed all of his cravings on you. “Open your mouth” he ordered between breathy growls that pushed you over the edge. You obeyed, mouth open and tongue out as you looked at him in the eyes, some of his hair stuck to his forehead from sweat, his muscles tense and his body a complete masterpiece as it moved inside you. You knew what he was going to do, yet it still took you by sheer surprise, a cry leaving your lips as he spat directly towards your mouth, pulling your hair back to be able to look at you clearly.

You couldn’t even imagine the wreck you now looked like before him – completely blissed out and lustful, desperate for release. “All mine, f-fuck” you heard him say, despite the fact that you could barely think or even see, the sensations all mingled as one as you carved your nails in his toned arms.

“You’re mine, Charles” you tried finding your assertive voice, remind him he wasn’t the only one in charge, that you too had an upper hand in this. “All fucking m-mine, just like you want” you cried out as you felt him exploding inside you whilst your name left his lips.

The feeling of him coming and filling you was enough for you to come as well, your body shaking around his as he remained inside you, letting you keep every part of him.

As you stilled your breaths, his lips dropped a soft kiss on your forehead and his hand caressed your cheek. The change caused you to giggle, your brain still foggy from the intensity of the session you just had. “Let’s take a shower. Together” you finally said, allowing him to know that everything he had said was as reciprocate as he desired.

You two didn’t have a name or definition yet, but for now, the mutual need for each other’s presence was enough.

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screams-in-writing · 9 months ago

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Oo if you're up to doing sappy happy writings I had this thought the other day about Puzzles being very gentle with the reader. Like a role-reverse of my last ask, instead this time it's Puzzles who enthralled himself into lovingly touching the reader, seeing how They react to His touch for a change.

Ooo yes, let’s just jump into it! I hope you’re ready; I had a lot of fun with this and it ran away from me as I went!

Setting: Mr. Puzzles is back in his home world and reader is visiting him in his house at the edge of the showgrounds, and he’s just so, so excited to be able to spend time with the reader and Mr puzzles has the whole evening planned out and is pleased that the reader is a happy to go along with it.

[this will be broken up into different ‘sections’ to show Mr. Puzzles getting comfortable with being allowed to do some casual exploring. And 1st pov, because that’s easier to write him in for some reason]

Front door:

I didn’t ever think I’d get this many chances to spend time with you. Not after everything that had happened, and yet here we were. I was awaiting your arrival to my house (an actual home, not an empty warehouse or some meaningless mansion that meant nothing if I had nothing out of it. I was currently experiencing a great deal of nerves, even though I had this ‘date’ planned to a T. When you knocked, I practically fell over my own feet to open the door, and only remained balanced as I caught myself onto the doorframe.

“Good evening, my dear.” I flashed the best technicolor smile I could manage, though I was certain I didn’t hide the interested expression when I saw what you were wearing. It took a lot of effort to keep my hands to myself, and that was likely your plan from the mischievous look you shot me as you entered the house. I closed the door, and after you took off your coat, I couldn’t help but slide in close to you, taking the coat from you as my other arm casually slipped around your waist. Stooping, my metal head leaned in close to the side of yours. Trailing my fingers along your side, I whisper. “Tease. You tempt me so.”

Kitchen:

“When’d you get that apron?”

“I think it was a present from one of your roommates, as a joke.” Tilting my head to the side, I keep myself focused on clearing off the table, while you manned the sink.You’d all but banned me from the sink after I’d nearly had my beautiful metal head nearly fell into it after getting struck in the head by a whirlwind that was Mario being chased by Smg3. Subsequently, I asked you, pleaded, really, to not let Mario onto my house again.

“It was Rose, wasn’t it?”

“Who else would’ve given me an apron with ‘kiss the insecure man’ on it?” I grumbled as I finished tidying up.”

“And yet you kept it.” You turned off the sink. “Is there something you want to ask me?”

“Why get another one when this one is perfectly functional?” I offered in answer as I spun about and snuck up on you to wrap my arms around you, fingers lightly trailing down along your spine. It delighted me that you leaned into me; I tugged you closer, practically lifting you up into my arms from where I stooped again. “And what do you think I’d ask of you?”

“Kiss me, insecure tv man.” You teased me again.

I took you at your word and set you down on the counter behind you in order to not have to bend over so far in order to kiss you.

“I think I saw a movie like this once.”

“We are not reenacting one of those.” I teased in return by rubbing my screen swiftly into your hair before I dipped down and left a brief zap of static across your lips to make you inhale sharply at its intensity. A hooded expression appeared on my face, the technicolor smile pleased. I slid one hand along your cheek, giddy over you tilting your head up at my touch. I didn’t build up static this time, indulging in a longer kiss as I gathered up the static ‘fuzziness’ to align along your lips. A curious sensation, but one I found I quite enjoyed. Muffled laughter emitted from my speakers when I ‘licked’ a stripe of static along your cheek after ending the kiss. I kissed the hand you shoved into the middle of my screen, mimicking a ‘nip’ with a quick zap different from the softly static I used for the kiss.

Living room:

The movie was a given, but I found I couldn’t quite focus because you’d decided to move from my side, where I could gently caress your arm with my hand, to on my lap.

My…predicament was likely known to you, but you did quite an admirable job making it seem as though you were enthralled with the movie of the screen we were watching.

Perhaps I should have insisted upon you watching a movie on my face, that I may better look at you and your different expressions, and feel your body breathing as you wrapped your arms around my body and watched my screen.

But two could play at this game.

I didn’t make you look away from the screen, but I certainly gave you something to think about when I wrapped my arms around you, and teased a hand across your belly, as if to slide a hand up beneath the clothing to touch bare skin. When you retaliated by shifting around to a more ‘comfy’ position, I near growled something and pressed my metal head against the back of your neck, to ‘flick’ static there to make you squirm in return.

It was fun.

I was having fun, and from the sound of your smothered laughter, you were too. But the night was still a ways away, and the movie still had an hour and fourteen minutes left.

Bedroom:

“You know, I think I would have directed that movie much differently than that director had.” I mused, as I stared at the mirror on the dresser, while waiting for you to finish with the bathroom.

“You say that to a lot of the movies we watch.” You pointed out, the bathroom door cracked open a little to hear me speak.

“Because it’s true! I have ideas! Artistic passion to make the creativity flow so much better than it did!” I protested, half joking and half serious. When the bathroom door shoved open, the light in it turned off, I kept my focus on the mirror, and the fact that I was fully dressed. This shouldn’t be so difficult for me; it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen what my body looked like, with its robotic limbs and scars left behind with all the maintenance required to keep myself in good condition.

“You know we don’t have to do anything, if you’re not feeling up to it tonight. I know you have trouble with this still; I don’t mind if we just cuddle in bed; you’re really warm and nice to hold on to while falling asleep.”

I heard your approach, and your arms looping around my waist to reach up in order to make me stop clenching my hands so tightly over my chest. I slowly unlocked my fingers, and allowed myself to trace your hands lightly as I think over your words. Then, I take a breath, and let it out slowly.

“I’m not conventionally attractive, my dear.” I hesitated, fidgeting with one of your hands. “I know you’re…comfortable, around me, seeing what I’ve done to my body…” I trailed off, gently shooed your hands away and then turned around to hold you to me, gently roaming my fingers over you as I sighed. “But it’s a process, as you’ve said before. Little steps, to not be as…repulsed, by what I’ve done to myself, when you’ve show you quite like me.” I dropped my voice low. “So let me show how much I appreciate you as you’ve shown your appreciation.” I did so love the way you reacted to my voice, but more so to my touch, when given the chance.

Bedroom, after:

I slowly traced skin, a blanket hiding the both of us away from the outside world.

This silence.

It was wonderfully peaceful.

I nuzzled my metal face into yours, peppering your sleepy self with my own version of kisses, the static spark more than likely tickling.

This quiet time was nice and lazy; I got to keep you all to myself, and got to hold you. To feel you breathe calmly in your sleep, for the entire night, once you finally dozed off.

I loved that you stayed with me, and let me have this quiet time, content with petting along your back and shoulders, and planting lazy kisses along any part of you I could get to.

It was addictive; it was distracting.

I didn’t mind.

I enjoyed the attention, and I loved the way I could return the attention in my own way, even if my robotic metal hands, whether they were covered up or not, couldn’t feel the same as my human ones once hand. But it didn’t stop me from enjoying contact with another human, and the affectionate nature that grew each time.

Next morning:

You were asleep.

The sun had since risen, but I didn’t dare disturb your peaceful slumber. Besides, it gave me more time to admire you, now that there was natural lighting beginning to creep across the room.

I couldn’t help but sigh longingly over the way the light crossed your hair, and then, your face.

The introduction to the sunlight crossed you face made you scrunch it up reflectively, a soft groan releasing before you sighed and sleepily turned over to snuggle in closer to me, back to the window as you bury your face into my chest.

I released a dreamy sigh this time, before removing my head and placing it between two pillows so that I could watch myself hold you, and pet your arms lightly before tugging the blanket back up over your shoulders. I brought you closer to me, my heart hammering in self-consciousness as you turned your head to press your cheek into the skin that was cross-crossed with scars. Twitching, I loosened my arms from around you to turn over onto my back, in an attempt to try to encourage you to lie alongside me instead.

Your mostly asleep self (stubbornly) wiggled right back to where you were before, if not more on top of me than before.

I held perfectly still as your right arm draped my waist as you half-pushed, half crawled onto my chest and side before you’re head resumed its place on my scarred chest. My screen was surely showing off a flushed face, eyes fixed on you cuddled up half ontop of me; I graciously tugged the blanket back into place, then laid my hands down. One on your blanketed shoulders, and one of the back on your neck, both hands idly tracing along, delighting in the slight difference in material of the blanket retaining your heat, and your neck warming my hand somewhat as I trailed my fingers through hair. I wondered just how much of a flushed expression I had, even if I knew that it was likely an adoring look beneath that was fixed upon you.

When you woke up, the first thing you did was lightly move your right hand to try to grasp my hand behind your neck.

“Good morning.” I moved my hand and indulgently held yours; it was ever so endearing to see your expression as you slowly went from mostly asleep to somewhat awake as you realized somewhere inbetween that my metal head was missing. When you turned to find it, I flashed a warm technicolor smile. “Did you sleep well, my dear?”

“Mmhm.” Was your answer even though you wiggled up along my body, which was…an interesting sensation without clothing in the way. You didn’t seem to mind the scars as you leaned over to pat the side of my head, which made me chuckle when you missed the first few times.

“Do I get my good morning kiss?” I teased, while watching in real time as you woke up. I felt I may be in for a surprise when you offer me a hint of a smile, but not one of teasing; it was one of fondness. I tugged the blanket up again to keep you warm, even went so far as to help you balance as you lean over my neck. “My face is over here, you know.” I reminded, when you began to gently move the fabric covering up the wires wrapped about my cervical spine. What exactly were you-

A jolt of surprise shot through me when I felt you kiss my wires next to what was left of my original neck. I near groaned in pleasant surprise when you actually kissed the nearest bone peeking through the wire, and I practically had to force myself to remain supine. I hadn’t expected…I hadn’t expected there to be any feeling whatsoever compared to the wires I had to weave through the inside of my body to support my skeletal structure that remained in my chest, torso and waist. I must have made some sort of positive response, because you turned your attention on my poor exposed spine like it was your life’s mission to wrench gasps, moans, and pleading from me once you realized my spine was the most sensitive part of my body.

It seemed that the tables had turned on me today, as my face went to a test card, which I can honestly say has not happened to me before, then to a ‘please stand by’ with my logo on it as I convulsed on the bed with the shocking pleasure of having all of those unexpected soft kisses peppered all over my exposed neck.

All in all, I would say that the date last night had been a success, and today was turning out to be quite interesting with your discovery (and my own) of my neck being more sensitive than I ever anticipated it to be.

#screams in writing answers #screams in writing writes #smg4 mr puzzles #smg4 mr puzzles x reader #yesss soft and sappy #oh hey look kiss head canons #suggestive content #toward the end

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mxtxfanatic · 11 months ago

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3rd POV: A Tale of Two Novels

Sometimes I think about how expansive writing is even when using the same technique. Take for example the usage of 3rd POV in mdzs vs. 2ha.

In mdzs, 3rd POV is used to show readers what general society thinks about characters—who are the heroes, who are the villains, what gossip do we know, what are the tales people tell their children at night, etc.—as well as get into the heads of the actual characters to show us what they think of each other and themselves—the tales of Jiang Cheng's heroics vs. Jiang Cheng fantasizing about kidnapping people to torture; the tales of Wei Wuxian's "demonic nature" vs. his constant care for and willingness to teach those around him. In this way, even though we are usually sticking closely to Wei Wuxian and his story, we as readers are given the opportunity to piece together the truth behind these intertwining tales connected through gossip and myth-making for ourselves in the moments where the narration either zooms out slightly to expose a large picture or even completely falls into another character's orbit to reveal a glimpse of their true self to us. Therefore, by the time we get to the final arcs of the story, readers should be able to listen to a lay-person discuss a major character or event and accurately understand what of the things being said is true, what is unsubstantiated speculation, and what is maliciously-spread rumor.

2ha uses 3rd POV completely differently. On the surface, the 3rd-person narration serves to show us exactly how, though the beginning of Mo Ran's life was rough, he and those around him are actually well-meaning enough to change for the better and form healthy, loving bonds with each other. Similar to its usage on mdzs, the narration zooms out to show us that hey, maybe this event didn't go the way a character perceived it or hey, maybe Character A thinks this way because they misunderstood what Character B meant, and we know what Character B meant because we got to see inside their head briefly, as if it is softening up some of the characters in order to make way for redemption/repairing of relationships. Because of how the narration zooms in and out and flits back and forth between characters as we would expect with a 3rd POV, this completely blindsides us to how much Mo Ran being cursed with the Flower of Everlasting Hatred has actually completely tainted the whole of the narrative.

For any Adventure Time fan who's watched the Season 6 finale, that is what the curse is doing to the narration. For anyone who hasn't watched it, let me explain: in the paired episodes Hot Diggity Doom and The Comet, a comet is flying towards Earth, and slowly but surely, the color scheme is being saturated by purple. However, the transition is soooooooo sloooooooow that you don't realize that "wow, everything is purple now???" until suddenly the characters find themselves indoors and the color scheme snaps back to normal. The 3rd POV narration, in 2ha's case, is the color scheme. The curse is the comet washing everything purple. The difference with 2ha, though, is that it's actually in reverse: instead of things getting gradually more and more purple/corrupted, the narration begins to slowly but surely reveal the truth of everyone's characters and motivations until the purple completely melts away with the destruction of the last of the curse's effects, giving way for Mo Ran 2.0. However, the most diabolical part of this whole process is that without knowledge of the existence of the curse, we as readers wouldn't even have known that we had been seeing in purple the entire time! And this is where the 3rd POV truly shines in 2ha: because the story relies so much on the revisiting of flashbacks from different perspectives and reflections in an almost cyclical pattern, when we revisit certain "known truths" about the characters in the Mo Ran 2.0 section, we suddenly find ourselves going from normal view to looking at a mess of purple and going "wait, was this purple the whole time???" thus forcing us to re-evaluate everything that we were ever told about the story all the way back to the very beginning of it. 2ha uses the 3rd POV to trick readers into accepting a heavily skewed narrative as "objective truth." Because why wouldn't we see the 3rd POV as objective? That's what it's for! (Isn't it?)

In conclusion, both Meatbun and MXTX utilize 3rd POV as a reflection of what their novels are doing and how they want readers to approach these stories. Mdzs is a story about investigating the truth for yourself rather than relying on the word of others and reputation. Thus, the 3rd POV narration hands you multiple different tales and tells you to investigate to arrive at the truth behind the misdirections. 2ha, however, is about the inability to solve a problem or save yourself if you don't even know something is wrong to begin with. Taxian-jun takes his "defectiveness" as objective fact, as does the narration taking his cue, and thus do we. Mo Ran 0.5 takes his second chance to change things, and through his transition into Mo Ran 2.0, slowly redeems himself... until all of his past crimes come back to haunt him, anyways. It is only upon the discovery of the existence of the flower, the understanding that Mo Ran was cursed with it, and the realization that our 3rd POV narrative was only telling us what Mo Ran believed and remembered through the effects of the curse, that readers are finally given a glimpse of the truth of the story, and the characters—coming to the same conclusions—are finally able to save themselves.

#mdzs #2ha #2ha spoilers #human metas mxtx #human metas meatbun #this has been stirring in my head for a minute #finally remembered to get it out

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 3 months ago

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Coda: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Summary: When parents go missing, the only witness left behind is a ten-year-old boy with autism. The team must work with him in order to figure out who might have taken his parents. Meanwhile, Emily's world is crumbling down around her and there is nothing she can do to stop it.

Season Six Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If any warnings exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

You and Emily head over to the bank immediately and get there in ten minutes. You're about to go inside when you feel Alison. Her energy. She's terrified. You look to the street and see the car she got into. The unsub's truck. You walk to the back of it but only two numbers are available on the license plate. The rest is covered by black smoke. The car pulls out into traffic and disappears into the crowd.

You turn and head inside where Emily is sitting with a bank manager.

"The account was frozen. How did she take the money out?" Emily asks.

"We're on an old system. It only updates every night at midnight."

"How much did she want?"

"Well, she wanted to close out her account, but I told her I wouldn't be able to give her everything today. We can't afford it."

"How much is everything?"

"Forty-two thousand, one hundred and seventy-six dollars and forty-one cents."

"The bank doesn't have that?" you ask.

"Not anymore. Mrs. Sparks isn't the first customer to consider closing her accounts."

"Can we take a look at the security footage you have?"

The manager turns her computer toward you and Emily and pulls up the footage. Alison is at the front counter alone, and she doesn't seem to be overly paranoid. The unsub is waiting in the car outside. He trusts her enough to go in alone.

"There's no sign of the unsub. She doesn't look over her shoulder. She doesn't try to warn you or anyone else in the bank?" you ask.

"No."

"What did she say to you when you told her you couldn't give her all the money?"

"I told her I could get her ten thousand now and the rest in two days, but she became hysterical and kept saying that that's not enough."

"Did she tell you what the money was for?"

"No. She just asked for what she could get and she left."

"The unsub is probably holding Charlie at a secondary location which means he might still be alive."

You and Em head back to the police station where Penelope is talking with the team.

"I have run every 'L' I can find, think of, or make up in my giant magic head and nothing hits. I even ran the number fifty in case Sammy has some sort of predilection for Roman numerals. Came up dry."

"Any luck on finding Sammy's next of kin?" Hotch asks.

"In name only. Charlie has a sister named Elizabeth who was last reported residing in Mont Belvieu, Texas. She's not responding to calls or emails."

"Elizabeth," Spencer says. "The 'L' could stand for Liz or Lizzie. Garcia, we need to find her and fast."

"I will move so fast, the earth will reverse its rotation and time bend backward," she says and hangs up.

"Alright, so this unsub has the money he needs. Why hasn't he let the Sparks go?" Derek asks. "He has to be holding them for a reason."

"We might have an answer to that," you say as you walk in. "Alison tried to withdraw forty grand from the branch in Bayside, but she only got ten."

"Maybe he's holding them until he gets the money he needs."

"I think it's more than that," Emily says. "I think he wants a specific amount. Alison kept telling the bank manager that ten grand wasn't enough. That says to me he's told them what would be."

"I saw their energies and was able to get a partial plate. Only two. Alpha-Tango. I don't think that will help, though."

"Sheriff, we're ready to give the profile." Police men and women gather in the main room. "We believe the man you are looking for is in danger of losing a home, property, or a business. We want to focus on residents with large families, single-income households, and anyone with a financial responsibility for others."

"That responsibility is probably what drove the unsub into action. Now, he had no intention of hurting either of his victims. For him, the abduction of Charlie and Alison Sparks was an unfortunate but necessary means to an end. This area has been ravaged by last summer's oil spill, so look for down-and-out fishermen, boat owners, or anyone who used to work in the tourist or beach industries."

"Compare that list to people working part-time or under-the-table jobs. This unsub didn't start with extortion, he was pushed there," Hotch adds to Derek's thought.

"This man feels such a strong obligation to his dependents that he's willing to kidnap and steal from people he knows. He may be in the process of losing someone close to him or has already. Look at recent divorce filings and child custody cases."

"The unsub went to a bank in the next parish. That tells us he has his own mode of transportation, and he is conscious of the FBI's involvement in this case," you say. "By now he realizes the Sparks' accounts are frozen, so he'll be seeking alternative ways to get the rest of the money he needs."

"Canvass banks, pawnshops, and any place that offers quick cash with minimal questions. Thank you very much," Hotch concludes.

Without Sammy's parents, there's a slim chance of getting him to communicate. However, there is one person who might be able to help outside of his family and that's his teacher, Ms. Rogers. Spencer leaves to get her while you and Rossi are inside the empty office to monitor Sammy. He is sitting quietly just drawing. You walk closer to Sammy to see what he's drawing. It's a bunch of blue squares, some colored in and some not. You look at Rossi and notice the bottom of his shoe. You look between the two before addressing Rossi.

"He's drawing the bottom of your shoe."

Rossi looks at the bottom of his shoe to see the same pattern as the one Sammy is drawing. Spencer and Ms. Rogers enter the room and she immediately notices the many drawings.

"Oh, he's been busy. What are those?"

"We have no idea. We're trying to find his aunt right now, but we're hoping that maybe in the meantime you'd be able to help us get through to him."

"Okay, I'll try, but even before this happened, Sammy wasn't wild about talking." she takes a seat next to Sammy and takes out picture flashcards. "These help some kids with autism learn routines."

On the flashcard is a school bus with an analog clock that reads 2:15. You frown slightly at the flashcard. You're not sure what it is but something about that card is nagging at you.

"Sammy, what's this?" Ms. Rogers asks.

Sammy looks at the card and panics. He starts rocking back and forth in complete panic, and you put a hand to your mouth in concern.

"Do you have any idea what that 'L' might stand for?" Spencer asks.

"I have no idea. Sammy. Sammy, you're safe. It's me, Ms. Rogers. I'm here. I'm here, Sammy. You're safe."

Sammy calms down after a few seconds and starts tapping the paper with the blue squares.

"I've never seen that. I don't know what it is," Ms. Rogers says.

"Is he trying to type?" Rossi asks.

"He's playing the piano," you say. "Can we get a keyboard in here?"

"There's a piano at his house."

"You want to take a ten-year-old boy back to the crime scene where his father was shot?" Ms. Rogers gasps.

"Sammy's trying to tell us something. I think it's important we try to figure out what."

"Well, who decides whether the harm to Sammy's well-being is worth whatever information you may or may not get by doing such a thing? He's a child, and I don't think you get to choose what's best for him."

Just then, Emily walks in with a woman you've never seen before.

"Everyone, this is Lizzie Sparks, Sammy's aunt."

If anyone has any say about what happens with Sammy, it's Lizzie. You take the conversation outside and leave Sammy alone to color in the office.

"I still don't see why you have to take him back to that place," Ms. Rogers scoffs.

"Sammy was playing the piano when his parents were abducted, so taking him back to the exact location might trigger an important response."

"He's fragile. It could also wound him further."

"I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do here," Liz sighs.

"You're Sammy's legal guardian right now. The decision's yours," you state.

"No. He barely knows her," Ms. Rogers interjects. "Lizzie, is it? For all we know, she's the 'L' he's afraid of."

"Sammy saw his aunt and didn't even react. If she was the abductor, we'd have seen a visceral response."

"You can't be sure of that. He's in shock."

"We are running a background check right now."

"On me?" Liz asks, shocked.

"It's just procedure, but you have to decide. What do you want us to do?"

As Liz takes some time to decide, you get word that the unsub has taken Alison to a check-cashing store to get the rest of the money. However, she was only able to get a portion of it, not the full amount. The shop owner was only able to give her twenty-five thousand. She wanted thirty but the owner refused.

So, she has twenty-five at the store and ten from the bank. That's thirty thousand but the unsub wants forty. Why forty? Why not settle for just a bit less? Penelope might be able to do some magic with that number. Not only did Alison and the unsub went to the store but a bloody crowbar was found outside the store by the dumpster. It was definitely used as a weapon and it definitely belonged to the unsub.

The end of the crowbar was rusted which is an old fisherman trick. Your dad took you fishing a couple of times and explained the process. A fisherman can use the crowbar to hook crap traps and shrimp catches out at sea. It's common in the area but it confirms one thing.

The unsub is definitely a fisherman.

You're not sure how Sammy will react to being back home after the tragedy, but he seems to be doing fine. He walks in like normal and looks around before immediately going to the piano.

"When was the last time you saw him?" Rossi asks Liz.

"On his fifth birthday. Charlie and I had a fight. It got ugly. I haven't seen either one of them since. Do you think Charlie's going to be okay?"

"I'm hopeful."

You're not. If Charlie was shot and lost all that blood, it's safe to say that the unsub isn't going to be giving him medical attention soon. If he hasn't already, you think Charlie will be dead before you can get to him.

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#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds angst #criminal minds series rewrite

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twistiraki · 2 years ago

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Finding love in her shoes

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Pairing Sebek x F!Reader

Warnings Genderbending

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Y/n was excited to take Professor Crewel's Portionology class. She couldn't wait to learn about the intricacies of potion-making. As the students filed into the classroom, Professor Crewel began assigning partners for the day's potion-making experiment. Y/n held her breath as she waited for her partner to be called.

"Y/n, you will be working with Sebek," Professor Crewel announced. Sebek's face twisted in displeasure.

"I HAVE TO WORK WITH A HUMAN?!" Sebek said, his voice shouting and dripping with disdain.

Y/n tried to hide her disappointment as she made her way over to Sebek's desk. "Um, hi Sebek," she said nervously.

"Don't waste my time," Sebek said, waving his hand dismissively. "Just do what I say and stay out of my way."

Y/n felt a pang of hurt, but she tried to focus on the task at hand. They were supposed to make a potion to increase strength. Sebek began barking orders at her, and Y/n did her best to follow his instructions. But Sebek seemed more interested in telling her why Fae are so important than working together.

Suddenly, the potion went wrong. Smoke billowed out of the cauldron and right into Sebek's face. He stumbled back, coughing and sputtering.

"Are you okay?" Y/n asked, concerned.

Sebek tried to brush her off, insisting he was fine. Crewel came over to check on him, but he didn't find anything out of the ordinary. The lesson continued, and they moved on to other classes. But as the day wore on, Sebek began to feel strange. He was sweaty and light-headed. He could feel his body changing.

Panicked, he ran to his room, hoping to sleep it off. But when he woke up, he realized that his body had transformed into that of a woman.

"What is happening to me?" he muttered to himself.

Desperate for help, he remembered Y/n. She was the only other woman in Night Raven College. He made his way to her room, hoping she could offer some advice.

"Y/n, it's Sebek," he said, his voice now high-pitched and feminine.

Y/n gasped in surprise. "What happened to you?" she asked.

"I don't know, but I need your help," Sebek said, his voice cracking.

Y/n tried to keep a straight face, but she couldn't help but find the situation a little amusing. "Okay, let me see what I can do," she said, ushering Sebek into her room.

After examining Sebek, Y/n realized that there was nothing she could do to reverse the transformation.

Y/n quickly offers to lend Sebek some of her clothes and helps him change. As they head to Professor Crewel's office, Sebek's panic is palpable.

"What am I supposed to do now? A woman can't be a knight for Malleus! I can't go out like this!" Sebek exclaimed, his voice cracking with anxiety.

Y/n scolded Sebek, "What do you mean a woman can't be a knight? That's ridiculous! Gender shouldn't matter in pursuing your dreams."

Sebek looked at Y/n, surprised by her sudden outburst. "But, how can I possibly become a knight in this form? I don't know how to fight like a woman and worse, a Human!."

Y/n rolled her eyes, "Firstly, not all women fight the same way. Secondly, you can learn. And thirdly, it's not about the physical form, it's about the spirit and the heart that makes a true knight."

Sebek looked down, feeling ashamed of his previous thoughts. "I'm sorry, Y/n. You're right. I shouldn't have been so closed-minded."

Y/n smiled, "It's okay, Sebek. I understand that it's difficult for you to adapt to this new body, but we'll figure it out together.

They finally reach Professor Crewel's office, where the professor greets them with a frown. "I'm sorry, but there is no known cure for this type of potion. It will simply have to wear off on its own. It could take up to a week."

Sebek's face falls, and he slumps down into a nearby chair. "A week? I can't wait a whole week like this!"

Y/n thinks for a moment before speaking up. "Maybe there's a way to disguise yourself until the potion wears off. Like a spell or a charm."

Professor Crewel shakes his head. "I'm afraid not. The potion has already affected your physical body. Any disguises or charms would be temporary at best and could have negative side effects."

Sebek looks up at y/n, desperation etched on his face. "What am I going to do? I can't let Malleus see me like this."

Y/n puts a comforting hand on his arm. "We'll figure something out, Sebek. We'll think of a solution." And in the meantime, you can sleep in the spare room in my dorm so that Malleus and Lilia don't find out."

Sebek was hesitant at first but eventually accepted Y/n's offer. The first few nights were rough for Sebek, as he struggled to adjust to his new body. Y/n helped him pick out clothes that fit, and she even showed him how to tie his hair up into a ponytail.

Sebek stared at his reflection in the mirror, frustration etched on his face. He tried flexing his muscles, but they weren't responding properly. His hair was a mess, his chest felt heavy, and he couldn't get a grip on his balance. He had been trying to help Y/N with the dorm repairs, but he kept fumbling and knocking things over. It was so unlike him, and it only added to his annoyance.

Y/N noticed Sebek's struggle and walked over to him. "Hey, are you okay? You seem really frustrated."

Sebek let out a sigh. "I JUST HATE THIS!. Everything feels off, and I keep messing things up!."

Y/N placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, Sebek. Your body has been through a lot of changes. It'll take some time to adjust."

Sebek shook his head, feeling defeated. "But I can't even help you properly. I feel useless. How can I protect Lord Malleus like this??"

Y/N gave him a reassuring smile. "You're not useless, Sebek. You've been helping me a lot these past few days. And besides, you don't have to do everything by yourself. We're a team."

Sebek nodded, feeling a little better. He watched as Y/N went back to work, determined to finish everything before the day was over. He decided to try and help her again, this time focusing on keeping his balance and controlling his movements. It was difficult, but he was slowly getting the hang of it.

As the week went by, Sebek continued to help Y/N with the repairs and chores around the dorm. He noticed how hard she was working to keep everything together, even without magic. He couldn't help but feel a newfound respect and admiration for her.

One day, Sebek woke up feeling different. He opened his eyes and felt his body shift back to its original form. He let out a yell of relief and smiled, happy to finally be back to normal.

But as he looked around his room, he couldn't shake the feeling of frustration and embarrassment that had been haunting him for the past week. He had been unable to do anything without struggling or feeling awkward in his transformed body. Meanwhile, Y/n had been working hard and taking care of everyone without a single complaint.

He got dressed and went to find Y/N, eager to thank her for all her hard work. He found her in the common room, poring over a pile of books and notes.

"Y/N, I'm back!" Sebek exclaimed, feeling grateful and excited to see her.

Y/N looked up, surprised to see Sebek standing there. She jumped up from her seat, a smile spreading across her face. "Sebek! You're back!"

Sebek nodded, feeling a little emotional. "Thanks to you. I couldn't have made it through this without your help."

Y/N waved it off, blushing. "It was nothing. I just did what anyone would do."

"By the thorns of Briar Valley, That's why I find myself inexplicably drawn to you, Y/n!" Sebek blurted out, his voice echoing through the room.

Sebek's heart pounded in his chest as he looked at Y/n, his eyes wide with surprise. It wasn't intentional, it just slipped out without warning.

Y/n's eyes widened in astonishment, caught off guard by Sebek's sudden confession.Time seemed to stand still as the weight of Sebek's confession hung in the air. The room felt charged with tension and anticipation.

Sebek's mind raced, regret coursing through his veins. He didn't mean to put Y/n on the spot like this. He was supposed to keep his feelings hidden, buried deep within himself. But now they were out in the open, vulnerable and raw.

Before Y/n could gather her thoughts and respond, Sebek's face flushed with embarrassment, and he turned abruptly, rushing out of the room and back to his own dorm.

Confusion and shock swirled in Y/n's mind as she watched Sebek disappear, leaving her speechless. She hadn't expected such an unexpected declaration from him, especially considering his blunt and often rude manner of expression.

Sebek ran away from y/n's dorm in a panic, still reeling from his accidental confession of his feelings towards her. He ran back to his own dorm, feeling embarrassed and confused. When he arrived, he found Lilia sitting in the common room, looking amused, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Sebek, my dear boy, I heard you had quite the adventure this past week," Lilia said, a sly grin on his face.

Sebek felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment once again. "Yes, Master Lilia. I...I was turned into a woman and had to stay in Y/n's dorm."

Lilia chuckled. "Oh, I knew all about that, Sebek. "I had no idea you were such a pretty lady," Lilia teased, "Maybe you should consider switching sides and becoming a Knight for the ladies."

Sebek groaned, "Please, don't make this any worse."

Lilia chuckled, "Alright, alright. But it seems like you've learned a valuable lesson about empathy and the struggles that others face."

Sebek hung his head in shame. "Yes, Master Lilia. I...I never realized how hard Y/n was working until I was in her shoes. I feel so embarrassed that I couldn't even function properly in my own body."

Lilia placed a comforting hand on Sebek's shoulder. "Don't be too hard on yourself, Sebek. You've learned an important lesson, and now it's up to you to put it into practice.

Sebek hangs his head, feeling humiliated. "And I messed up, Master Lilia," he says. "I said something I shouldn't have to Y/n."

Lilia raises an eyebrow. "Oh really? And what was that?"

Sebek hesitates, not wanting to reveal too much. But Lilia sees the worry on his face and pats the seat next to him, motioning for him to sit down.

"Come now, Sebek. You can tell me. I won't judge you."

With a heavy sigh, Sebek tells Lilia everything that happened - how he accidentally confessed his feelings to Y/n and then ran away in a panic.

Lilia listens patiently, his mischievous grin never leaving his face. When Sebek is finished, Lilia puts a hand on his shoulder.

"Well, it seems to me that you have two choices, my dear Sebek," Lilia says. "You can either run away from your feelings forever, or you can face them head-on."

Sebek looks up at Lilia, confused. "What do you mean?"

Lilia leans in closer, his tone serious. "I mean that you should tell Y/n how you feel. You obviously care for her deeply, so why not be honest with her?"

Sebek looks down at his hands, unsure of what to do. But Lilia's words ring true in his ears, and he knows deep down that he can't keep running away from his feelings forever.

The next day, Sebek and y/n found themselves in another potionology class with Crewel. Crewel stood before the class and announced that they would be partnering up again for the day's lesson. Sebek and y/n were paired up once more. Y/n is nervous, still reeling from when Sebek suddenly runs away.

But when Sebek sees her, he can't help but feel a rush of affection. He walks over to her, determination in his eyes.

"Y/n, I'm sorry for how I acted yesterday," he says, his voice gentle. "I know I scared you, but I promise I won't run away again.

Y/n smiled at Sebek and placed a hand on his arm. "It's okay, Sebek. I understand that it was a lot to process.

Sebek looked up at y/n and saw the kindness and understanding in her eyes. He felt a rush of affection for her and blurted out, "I want to be your knight, whether I'm a man or a woman."

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise, but then she leaned in and gave Sebek a small peck on his cheek. "You already are," she said softly.

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aventurineswife · 4 months ago

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I am in the mood.

To expand on Boothill x Reader x Dan Heng being co-parents (incoming long paragraphs):

Baby One…is a young borisin! With foxian ancestry. Basically, the reverse of a foxian like Feixiao, who is afflicted with Moon Rage due to her borisin ancestry. Just a tad younger than Clara (physically speaking) but unfortunately forced to grow up quickly in order to survive the hostile environment they were raised in. They have no recollection of either of their parents, since all they remember is growing up in a lab. (Whether or not they were kidnapped or given away, they don’t know; but they have a strong feeling it was the former, based on what little they can read of documents they peeked at.) Because of their blood, they faced quite a bit of harsh treatment from both sides (most foxians view them with suspicion because they are borisin, while the borisin look down on them with equal disdain because they have traces of foxian blood). Being diagnosed with an inability to produce lupitoxin really didn’t help their case (they’re immune to it, but their body can’t produce it).

So, no surprise that they were abandoned and left to fend for themselves amongst morally gray scientists; and they became one of an unknown number of test subjects for the Mock Crimson Moon project, having their heart replaced with a Mock Crimson Moon. (It’s a curio from the game’s Divergent Universe! I think someone posted screenshots of its description, I’ll have to go find it later.) Their healing became strong enough to withstand the effects of Moon Rage, possibly stronger than normal compared to the average borisin; but they also suffer from bouts of sickness and heart problems, especially after straining themselves too much.

While they were being transported at a space station, they managed to give their handlers the slip and was hitchhiking on ships willing to turn a blind eye to their presence before someone reported a “wandering and possibly homeless child” to some authorities. The reporter probably meant well — who wouldn’t, at the sight of a child exhausted, starving and struggling on their own? — or they probably didn’t, because the borisin already have a horrible reputation, and the child is a borisin. Either way, that resulted in them being located and recaptured by their handlers, after which they were sedated, handcuffed, and monitored almost 24/7. They could have struggled and told someone, but they had not only developed severe trust issues from mistreatment from all sides, they had also grown accustomed to people not really believing anything they say.

They were able to catch another lucky break when they were being transported again and the ship carrying them was suddenly raided by bandits, forcing their handlers to make an emergency stop at a nearby research station. While escaping their confines, they came across another child (a toddler, who would soon become their adopted sibling) and snatched them away before their handlers ran back to check on them, using the station’s security alarms to cause panic so they could slip away in the chaos.

They end up running into Reader while trying to sneak away to the escape pods, and the rest is history.

Baby Two…is a totally normal little baby, because the scientists never got the chance to run their experiments before Baby One set off the alarms and made off with them. They’re old enough to move around on their own, but they haven’t learned how to walk yet. They have absolutely no idea what the heck is happening around them, but they still scare and cry easily because of all the scary adults in white lab coats. They really like their fluffy sibling tho—

In the present, Reader has absolutely no idea what to do with these two children, but they’ll be damned if they just drop them off in the middle of nowhere or, worse, at an orphanage or another station where they could easily fall right back into the hands of their abusers. So Reader rings up Dan Heng and Boothill in advance to let them know they’ll be staying on the Astral Express for possibly a long while, and to ask Boothill for help in hunting down and wrangling the researchers responsible.

The first few days are very rough. The older child absolutely had qualms with staying on the Express after seeing Dan Heng, March and the Trailblazer’s shocked and slightly nervous reactions, a clear indicator that the trio has already encountered the bad kind of borisin before; but Reader tells them the gist of what happened (having already collected evidence while raiding) and the child is successfully convinced to at least board with them and get some rest.

The younger baby doesn’t mind at all. They surprisingly pick up on the crew’s easygoing nature, and the next thing anyone knows, March is playing with them and spamming baby pictures in the group chat. (One of them is of the toddler in a bunny onesie, and another is a clip of them chasing after Pom-Pom while the poor conductor is trying to complete chores.)

Dan Heng immediately feels for the children. He might not know what it’s like to be experimented on (unless the part where he was injected by Lingsha’s master counts) but he does know what it’s like to be confined in a cold and unloving environment since childhood; and he feels really bad that his first reaction (even if a knee-jerk reaction) towards one of them was caution and wariness. He volunteers the room Himeko originally prepared for him (he never sleeps in it, anyway) and personally treats the older child’s wounds, helping them bathe and clean up to avoid infection, giving them ice packs (they keep refusing medicine) and helping Pom-Pom cook for them. The child refuses to eat at first out of fear the food might be drugged (and Dan Heng wants to cry and rage at the heavy implications) so Dan Heng eats with them to show that the food wasn’t tampered with; and the child can’t help digging in afterwards because it’s the first time they’ve eaten something so good and filling. Dan Heng even goes as far as to use the medicines on himself so the child won’t be scared when he gives it to them.

Boothill is ready to throw hands with those researchers when he finally corners them. The second one, the toddler, reminds him way too much of his first daughter before his home was destroyed by the IPC. The fact that both children were tormented by a faction related to the same corporation makes him all the more upset, as it’s a reminder that the IPC is not at all above harming lives barely old enough to stand or speak if it means having their way.

The only reason he doesn’t immediately fill them with lead is because Reader needs them alive for detainment and information, and they know the best place to drop them in: the Shackling Prisons aboard the Xianzhou ships. (He also knows that Dan Heng will want to break some teeth later.) All Reader had to do was say that the researchers were dabbling in unethical experiments with the Abundance — i.e. borisin tissue — and submit the collected documents, and the Cloud Knights were all too eager to arrest them. They know the IPC would simply take advantage of having custody of those researchers and prolong their experiments in secret, so Reader has them split up and shipped off to the Alliance. (Only Jing Yuan, Yukong and Lingsha are trusted to know the full details of the kids.)

As for the older child, Boothill picks up on how wary they are of just about everything and everyone, and he’s well-aware of how scary he might appear; so he shows them how to safely handle weapons. It’s questionable, but at this point the kid already knows how to point and shoot. Might as well teach them safety practices.

All that serious business aside, Dan Heng is evidently the favorite parent. The two kids always default to him when he’s available, and the toddler sometimes has difficulty settling down from a crying fit without him. They just really like his calm, gentle and comforting nature.

It’s especially hilarious with the toddler.

March has new toys for them? Ignored.

Trailblazer has snacks and candy? Ignored.

Welt draws and animates cartoons? Ignored.

Himeko leaves out a toy toolbox for them? Ignored.

Pom-Pom actually has free time to play? Ignored.

Firefly visits? Ignored.

Yukong visits and tries that foxian tradition of leaving items out to predict their future? Ignored.

Uncle Jing Yuan visits? Ignored.

Papa Boothill visits? Ignored.

Reader is in the room? Ignored.

…And Reader is the one who not only rescued them, but also the first person to love and care for them.

Even when the toddler takes their first steps, they go straight to Dan Heng. It doesn’t matter if he encourages them to go to either Boothill or Reader, they will always stay with Dan Heng. 🤣

Boothill: 🥲 “Dagnabbit…”

Reader: 🫠 “This is fine…”

The extra kicker here is that if Dan Heng isn’t around, the toddler will instead go to Jing Yuan if he’s on the Express. 😂

Oh my god, this is absolute gold.

I love how this whole dynamic is a mix of heart-wrenching, hilarious, and heartwarming all at once. The first kid is so well thought out—the way their background shaped their extreme wariness, the Mock Crimson Moon element (which is such a cool and terrifying idea), and the way their survival instincts are so sharp but also so tragically necessary. And the second baby just vibing through all of it, completely oblivious to the chaos, is the perfect contrast.

Dan Heng being the default parent is KILLING me. The mental image of this little toddler just bypassing literally everyone to waddle straight into his arms, despite Reader being the one who rescued them, is so funny. Boothill's frustration? Reader just accepting it at this point? Chef's kiss.

Also, Boothill and Dan Heng just seething over the horrors these kids have been through, Boothill wanting to fill the researchers with lead, and Dan Heng going full quiet-rage mode? Perfection. And the fact that Boothill ends up teaching the older one weapon safety because, well, they already know how to shoot? So fitting.

And let’s not ignore the Jing Yuan failsafe. Like, if Dan Heng isn’t available, then Jing Yuan will do, but only then. Just imagining him trying to keep his cool while secretly melting because this tiny baby is clinging to him instead of literally anyone else on the Express? Priceless.

Honestly, I would read an entire book of this. It’s SO GOOD.

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refiwrites · 3 years ago

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What Are The Odds

Pairing: Deckard Shaw x Fem! Reader

Summary: Out of all the places you could meet, it just had to be in the middle of a mission.

Word Count: 0.9k

Warning/s: guns, violence, mentions of blood

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

You had everything planned for the weekend, things you wanted to do for a while, things you wanted to buy, the things you wanted to check out for yourself for your pure enjoyment.

The thought of it excited you since you rarely ever got a break with your job.

What job you may ask? Well its not easy having to hack and track people for wealthy criminals just so they can get their money back all that cliché stuff. With the knowledge around tracking and computers, you were quick to spiral up into the world of felony, making quick money that you enjoyed. Although often times you’d taken a far too close deal with death which you’re happy to have avoided.

Some clients are just plain assholes.

Which speaking of clients and assholes, you were now currently in a car chase with one of your consistent client, or should you say your pain in the ass lover. All because he had “interrupted” a meeting, or to simply put, blowing up bodies and buildings.

Unbeknownst to him, the meeting he disrupted was the meeting you were scheduled on. Now imagine the look on his face as he spotted you and how the death glare you gave him was enough to instill quite a bit of fear in him.

He messed up, but luckily, you were able to grab the bag of cash that was sitting pretty on the table, now the man’s goons were ordered to chase the both of you down and possibly kill you in the most horrible, torturing way.

“Why’d you have to go and do that for?! Everything was going well!” You shouted as Deckard mindlessly tries to find ways to loose them, turning here, turning there, making a straight then turning again.

“Ah, if only somebody had given a call to tell me they’re going to be in the place I’m going to blow up then I would’ve waited until they were outta there!” He countered, looking at the side mirror before hitting the gas again. You watch as people clamored to get out of the way as the van behind you carelessly ran over different chairs and tables.

But you turned your attention back to Deckard, fuming. “Oh is that so? You’re saying its my fault?! Then possibly you could’ve also given me a call to let me know that you were going to blow up the building I’m currently in!”

Deckard sighs, gripping the steering wheel tight as he continued driving fast. “Look, the important thing is you’re safe, we’re both safe. Let’s just drop this alright, hun?”

You sigh, leaning back on the leather chair. It looks like you’ve lost them.

“Are they gone?” You ask but spoke too soon. As the truck passed in front of you, the van was there and before you know it, they were opening fire.

You could hear the screams of terror as they shot at you. You were glad this car was bulletproof, but they were really pissing you off now.

“Alright, I’ve had enough.” You say and grabbing the uzi from the backseat.

Deckard looks at you questionably but lets you as he tried to reverse his way out. Rolling down thde window, you carefully leaned half of your body outside and started firing. Thanks to Deckard himself, you knew a thing or two about guns and fighting.

Successfully hitting the driver, you watched as the van drove itself up to a wall, effectively crushing it, halting.

You smirk and returned back to your seat with the uzi in hand.

“That’s my girl.” He says as he casually drove off into the street.

After driving for a few miles, you’ve reached one of his safe houses, which is a cabin not to deep in the woods.

You sigh as you step out of the car, body feeling sore. Deckard closes his door shut and looks at you. “You alright?” He asks. You nod, stretching your arms. “Just a bit sore.”

You step inside and settled in.

You sigh as the warm shower hit your back as you scrubbed the dirt and blood away from your skin. Soon you rinsed off the soap suds and stepped off the shower, closing it shut. You walked into the bedroom where Deckard was, finding him clean, and in a white shirt and sweatpants.

“Enjoyed the shower?” He asked as you rummaged through the closet for clothes. You dropped the towel, letting your bare back exposed to him, which he respectfully looked away at.

You decided to wear a shirt of his and some shorts. After placing the towel in the hamper, you approach him on the bed.

He was sat and he looked at you as you laid down on the bed. “You joining me here or not?” You chuckle. “Definitely joining.” He answers and soon enough he was beside you.

Looking at him, you laugh at the events earlier. “What are the odds of us meeting in the middle of our jobs.” You say as he shakes his head, placing a hand on your hip. “To be honest I didn’t even notice you,” You laugh “Yeah all I saw was you grabbin’ that bag and I thought ‘hold on, ain’t that my sweets?”

“Oh really hmm?” You inched your face closer to hi. “Yeah.” He said before capturing your lips, pulling you closer to him. After a moment he pulled away and you rested your forehead on his.

“I’m just glad we made it.”

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years ago

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Adopting A Wakandan Child With Bucky;

Summary: there is hope for your and Bucky after you are given a harsh truth, and it is a fragile opportunity that you believe and take it rather than allow the chance to pass just like the hardships in your pasts had done

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: mentions and after affects of sterilisation, angst, adoption, mentions of death and the snap, happy ending, brief aftermath of smut and mention of it, fluff

Word Count: 1044

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This was seen as just another failure on the path to peace, a large blockade that was making his whole world crumble around him. Tears froze in his eyes as he glared up at the ceiling, still pained by the evidential verdict. He could only take lives from this universe, not bring any into it. And whilst it was something he’d have to accept and could not be reversed, he could not help but mourn his dreams and inability to create them into a reality. It was the only thing he saw when he shut his lids that wasn’t an unforgivable nightmare, and like all people in those, it was dead. Cold and unmovable, it had been planted in its spot and the roots ran deep, composing into a satiated spiral of inner agony. You understood that the fault wasn’t upon Bucky, the blame was all atop of HYDRA and their cruel intentions, and they had not only frozen the man that you loved in cryo, but they had entrapped his hopes of a family permanently, locking the possibility of carrying on the Barnes legacy forever. “I’m sorry.” Bucky whispered, his lips barely moving as he spoke. He was fragile to the point where hearing his own voice maintained a frown to forge itself between his brows, and the only language he could find himself speaking in was apologies, it was the verbal replica of going in circles. “I only wanted to give you a baby.”

Abruptly you sat up, ushering yourself closer to him so that your shoulder brushed up against his vibranium one. “Hey, there are other options. Just because we cannot have one of our own does not mean that we can’t have a family at all. I can only imagine how you’re feeling right now, but never forget that you are enough and more just the way you are, and perhaps long term there’s a good explanation why this isn’t working out in this lifetime. Maybe the next will cut us some mercy and give us a break, but exploring other possibilities surely won’t be able to hurt us any more than we already have been. So what do you say Buck?” Tentatively you stared at your partner, ready to gouge his reaction which was strictly unpredictable. Whilst you knew what you wanted, you wanted an affirmative answer first handedly from your husband because you did not desire to go down this road alone, in fact you’d refuse if his answer was not the one that you sought after. And denying yourself the role of motherhood would be a furious pain that pranged your every part, after the years of rescuing and protecting and baring your life on the line in order to stop people from getting hurt, you wanted someone to be proud to call you their mother and for there to be a person other than Bucky that you’d do literally anything for.

The silence between the two of you dragged more brutally than a tortured body, until he startled you and chose to voice his opinion. “If that’s what you want… then I want that too. I’ve always wanted a fresh start with you doll, and to put something before our jobs. They can call us when we’re needed, but tomorrow I’ll make some calls so that we can borrow the quinjet to go to Wakanda to arrange some things.” Confusion littered your face and Bucky picked up on it, not waiting a moment longer to jump in to explain his mindset. “When the battle we fought there ended, those such as your lovely self weren’t the only ones to have lost people, and not just by the snap. Thanos’ army killed some of the warriors that fought on their homeland and defended it, leaving many children I assume without parents; and whilst I don’t intend to replace a single one, if we’re doing this I want to help them. Their people have already done so much for us, me. And if we could raise them there, where they can continue to learn their true culture, that’d be-“

“Perfect.” Was your immediate reply, amazed by his mindfulness and simultaneously pleased that the pair of you would no longer have to grasp onto straws or pregnancy tests to make your combined future feel valid. And so without further intrusion of negative thought or scheduled discussion, Bucky’s plan went ahead, and T’Challa as well as his sister Shuri were delighted to see the two of you so eager to release the connotations of being avengers and become more. Parents. Even Okoye and Ayo had to smile at the progression. The king had much respect for each of you, and aided in seeing what child wanted you as their guardians. But there was no child; there were children. Four to be exact, two boys and two girls, and their names were Rukei, Matszi, Zura and D’elaa. They liked to climb on Bucky’s vibranium arm and often fought over who’d get lifted, but your husband was the one to remind them that he was more than strong enough for them all to be raised in the air at once. You’d even learnt their mother tongue to the best of your ability so that even though you had been permitted the privilege to live in Wakanda once more, they would never forget where they were from. You loved your family.

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folkloreguk · 4 years ago

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French Class [6]

A/N: You guys might want to whack out your love song playlist for this one…I cried writing this BYE I'm posting this from my grave!!

genre: optional bias (m) x reader (f), fwb, f2l?, college!au, fuckboy!bias, nerd!reader, ANGST, smut

words: ~ 3.8 k

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You: can I come over? I kind of need u

H/N: you need me huh…you’re lucky I’m home alone

It always starts differently. Some other question, or a subtle message of telling him you’re bored, or a flat-out confession of being horny. The ending is always the same. You, naked in his bed. You just had to get there, and things were easy when you were already on his dorm’s doorstep.

The moment he had opened the door, you had fistfuls of his hair between your fingers and attacked his mouth in a feverish kiss. He made a noise between a laugh and surprise but reacted quickly. His lips parted right away, letting you in, and you tasted mint from the chewing gum he liked so much.

“Let me- at least- close the door,” he mumbled. “Jeez, what’s gotten into you today?”

You stepped aside and mirrored his grin. He was acting surprised, but the way he instantly locked your lips after he had shut the door told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. You ran your hands down his torso and along the side of his thighs. His happy hum only poured oil into the fire, and you saw no reason as to why you should have kept your clothes on any longer. In minutes, in the middle of heated kisses and clumsy chuckles, your clothes were discarded, and you were left in your underwear. You stumbled into his bedroom in a tangle of arms and legs and heads barely pulling apart.

“Will you tell me about the date you had today or are we skipping over that part?” he asked, as he pushed you down by the shoulders onto his bed. You groaned a little, not even knowing where to start.

“Didn’t go well, huh?” he asked. Only a few nights ago you had consoled him after his failed date, now the roles were reversed.

“That’s one way to put it,” you said. He was climbing on top of you now, and the weight of him between your thighs still did the same things to you it had done the first time. There was one of his random playlists playing quietly from the speakers, but you were both too occupied to even consider switching the music off. You weren’t in the mood for a chat, not when he was biting and sucking bruises into your chest, pushing aside your bra just enough. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it go this easily.

“Tell me about it or I won’t take one more piece of clothing off your body,” he threatened. You shot him an are-you-serious-look while he only blinked at you innocently, like he was awaiting your response.

“Fine,” you groaned. “But hurry, now.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, before unclasping your bra and throwing it to the other side of the room. “Go ahead, I expect a story.”

You had rolled your eyes at him, but when he sucked on your nipple all of a sudden, and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bud ever so perfectly, your eyes moved to the back of your head involuntarily. And, before he could complain, you started to retell today’s events.

“Alright. First of all, he acted all gentleman-y. Pulling back my chair at the restaurant, letting me have a look at the menu first, letting me order first, asking me if I was okay with our seats because they were in the sunshine, or whether he should have requested we get a different in the shade table, blah, blah, blah.”

With the lewd noises he was making, kissing your chest and fumbling with your breasts, you almost wondered whether he was paying attention to you at all.

“I’m waiting for the plot twist,” he chuckled. “If he had been this great, you wouldn’t be in my bed right now, would you?” He was now on his way to your lower regions. Your breaths came out shaky when he gripped your hips with familiar fingertips and placed a few kisses there, right above the material of your underwear. Nonetheless, you had to continue your story.

“Oh, it’s coming,” you said. “Because I suspect, the only reason he was acting that way was to compensate. For the fact that he was an hour late.”

He stifled a laugh, and you slapped his head playfully. “It’s not funny! I stood outside that restaurant on a busy street like an idiot for an hour. During exam season!”

“I wonder, if studying is so special to you- ,” he said. He tugged on your underwear, and you barely cared about his words when you were already imagining his mouth on your pussy. “Why aren’t you at home right now, doing just that?”

“Too frustrated,” you groaned, spreading your legs, practically inviting him in. “You don’t get it. That was only the beginning of the date. It gets worse.”

“Oh, damn,” he laughed, and you were going to slap him again. Harder, this time. But his tongue kitten-licked over your clit and you didn’t dare interrupt him further.

“First of all, he turned out to be boring. An economics major. And look, I’m not generalizing, I’ve met some cool economics majors. But when I said I never really understood the whole thing with inflation and deflation, I wasn’t asking for him to explain it to me. I know what it means, I just meant to say money is the root of all evil,” you said, little moans slipping inbetween your sentences. He laughed whilst sipping on your clit. You couldn’t be mad at his laughing anymore. In fact, at the sound of his chuckles, your own lips curled into a smile, too. God, he was so good with his tongue.

“But turns out he loved money. Like it was the sole reason he was doing anything. When he showed me his gold watch I almost yawned,” you continued.

“Dating a rich guy can have its upsides too, though,” he said, but you knew he was joking. He was running the tips of his fingers over your core, and you whimpered at how badly you wanted him to put them inside of you. You loved watching him, loved feeling his hair tickle the side of your thighs and having his free hand laying on top of your hipbone. The familiarity of it all, his little habits, made your heart heavy, so full of emotion, all of a sudden. But you had to snap out of it.

“Not this guy. He kept saying these lowkey sexist things I won’t repeat now. It’ll only make me mad again. He was one of those who thought money would buy him a girlfriend. And I was really trying to see the good in him…only there was none,” you said.

“Alright, I’m starting to understand why you needed some cheering up,” he said. “Good thing you’re at the right place. I know just the thing.”

At this, he slid his digits into you. You hummed and dropped your head into the plush pillow. Slowly, you exhaled, happy you finally got to relax after being so upset. But of course, he had to interrupt. Again.

“Did I say you could stop? Was that the end of the story?” he said. How did he expect you to form a coherent sentence? He fingered you gently, but the slowness of it all only drove you crazier. You felt every tiny sensation, every new bit of you he touched.

“No,” you sulked. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

“Go on, then,” he encouraged you, grinning because he was proud of your reaction he had caused.

“Fuck- okay. He was super shitty to the waiter. I’m talking about criticizing everything. This man had the audacity to complain about the food. I’m not a food critic, but I swear the food was amazing, there was nothing to fault at all,” you said, and then whined when he switched from licking your clit to sucking it between his teeth. You knew he was doing this on purpose. To make speaking harder for you.

“Oh my god, H/N. Wait, let me finish this. Not only was he horrible to the waiter in person, but he also made fun of the waiter’s appearance behind his back. And all along he expected me to find him funny. I used to think he had a sense of humor but not after today. Blech.”

“At least you got a free dinner?” he said, and without awaiting your answer, went back to work. Your head was spinning in pleasure, and you could only laugh sarcastically at his suggestion.

“Yeah. And after that train wreck of a date, he really thought he’d get to stick his tongue down my throat,” you said.

“Did he at least ask permission?” asked the boy between your legs.

“Mhm…but I told him I don’t do that on the first date,” you said. “Safe to say there won’t be another date, though.”

He looked up now, laughing more than before. You grinned, mainly because the sight of him was so cute. He folded his hands on your belly and put his face down onto your skin to giggle. In no way could you be upset or urge him to keep giving you head. In fact, you had forgotten about all of that for a while, as he seemed to enjoy your misfortune a little too wildly. You should have been hungry, eager to have the half-naked boy inside of you. Yet, you laughed at the way his breaths tickled your stomach and when he finally made eye contact, it was a wholly different sort of hunger which overcame you. Instead of the heat he usually made you feel, it was a comfortable warmth that was in your chest. It reminded you of a bonfire or of drinking your favorite hot drink on a cool autumn day.

“I want to watch you come,” he said, casually. “Were you close?”

You were so lost in his trustworthy, dreamy eyes, you almost forgot to reply. Quickly, you nodded and hummed.

“I would have already come, had you not pestered me to tell you all the details of my date,” you said. The way his cheeks beamed when he smiled made you feel as if your insides were turning into mush.

“I’m sorry. I’m your friend, aren’t I allowed to ask how your day went?” he asked.

“Of course you are,” you said. The word ‘friend’ echoed off every wall in your head until you wished you could have deleted it from the dictionary.

“I’ll make sure it feels extra good now,” he said, kissing your stomach. You shivered as you watched his gentle lips move lower, to your hips and the insides of your thighs. The touch felt like butterfly wings on your skin, and the tardiness of it made you impatient. When his tongue came in contact with your clit again, you sucked in a breath of surprise.

He tried to start slowly, but then you gripped his hair tightly, and carefully pushed him further. It was something you did often, a way to tell him you wanted more without having to use words. After all this time, he understood perfectly. Your clit was between his lips and his tongue flicked over the sensitive bundle of nerves with just the right amount of pleasure. It felt incredible, creating a funny sensation in the pit of your stomach. His fingers grazed over your slit until you were whimpering and shifting your hips, trying to make him hurry.

One of his digits slid into you easily, curling against your sweet spot, and it hit you only now how much you had missed him between your legs since he had stopped a few minutes ago. It made you feel as though you were suddenly overwhelmed with all of him, but you were willing to let the heat crash over you if it meant you could be close to him.

“Am I making it up to you now?” he asked as he pulled away merely for a breath. “I’ll turn your day into a good one after all.”

In a different tone his words would have sounded like the exact thing one would have expected to hear from a fuckboy in the bedroom. He could have boasted and bragged endlessly about how great he was with his tongue and fingers – he would have been right – but he didn’t mean it like that. You could tell from the uprightness and the authenticity in his voice that he really was doing his best because he wanted to make you feel better and turn your day around. Because you were special to him. Or so you desperately hoped.

Your legs wrapped around his shoulders as if you were trapping him between your thighs. But he was right there, and he would gladly stay for so much longer, and to say it puzzled you was an understatement. The boy who belonged to everybody, who was known by all of the campus, was treating you like you were royalty, and not the other way around. You moaned, his name inevitably falling from your lips. He added another finger and the slightest stretch made you lose your mind for a split second.

“That guy could have never made you feel this good, could he?” he suddenly asked. Your initial response was a helpless whine. You had been so close, and his talking had interrupted the otherworldly bliss for a moment.

“No, never,” you then whimpered shortly. ‘No’ was such a tiny word. It could barely encapsule what you truly meant to say. Which was that it would have never even gotten that far. That other guys couldn’t even have you at all. They didn’t get their turn to try and beat him. Not as of lately, at least. That you didn’t so much as dare to think about sleeping with other guys. That even before you had gone on the date, you had known it wouldn’t lead to anything. No guy could let you develop an interest on him in the same way the boy between your legs had done it. No other would be able to kidnap your brain like that. H/N was always there. Even when it was only you and your sex toys, you would automatically pretend it was him getting you off. You were so far gone that it was embarrassing how long it had taken you to admit it to yourself. But it was a colossal thing to confess to him, and you would never do that. Rejection would hurt a billion times more than whatever it was you two had now.

Your heart was racing as you closed your eyes. You had been so lost in thought, it was wondrous you hadn’t fallen yet. But you were right on the edge, making your breaths come out like puffs and a string of moans and swears sound from your lips. He too had stopped talking, concentrating on the task at hand, and judging by the way your back arched he was doing one hell of a good job.

“Oh my god- “ you whimpered. “I’m so close, H/N.”

This time he didn’t reply, which was for the best. Only a few seconds passed until you started to quiver and whine beneath him. You were going to outer space behind your eyelids as your high rushed through you. Your fingers curled and tightened in his locks while your legs clenched around his head. He was quick to pull your thighs apart again, still not being finished. For long seconds you swam in pleasure, with nothing on your mind but bursting stars. He was heaven, knowing precisely how far he could take it until you were too sensitive to take any more.

When you were at that point, he finally pulled away and looked up at your crumpled form. There was a lazy smile playing in the corner of your lips and your vision was hazy after having had your eyes closed for a while. He climbed up your body until his chest was against yours so he could really look at you.

“I get all of this without ever having been on a single date with you? I’m so lucky,” he said. You only smiled at him, at a loss for words. What were you to say? The two of you were clearly past the awkward dating stage already.

“I’m lucky you let me come over all the time,” you said. “I would have expected the campus fuckboy to be busier. To not have an empty spot in his bed every night.”

“Ah, shut up,” he said. “I’d rather have you here than a girl I don’t know at all. Look, I’m really tired so I don’t know how this will go…but can I?” He was on his knees, a tent visible in his boxers. With a questioning look, he was tugging them down his legs now.

“Of course,” you said. As you watched him roll on a condom, your ears perked up. Did that song have to come on shuffle just now? The coziest, most romantic love song you adored so much? You knew if you looked him in the eyes you’d be done for. But there wasn’t anywhere else to look when he settled between your legs and held up his weight with his forearms. His eyes were deep enough for you to get lost within a second. Distracting yourself was impossible. The one last thing you could do was to reach between the two of you and guide his length into you.

The song’s chorus came on, you looked at him once again, and suddenly you were all his. You didn’t need to tell him so. He thrust gently, almost carefully, like he had never done it with you. Your heart hammered against your ribcage so vivaciously, you wondered whether it had turned autonomous and was now trying to jump out of your body, onto his skin and through it, so it could nestle next to his own heart.

Neither of you spoke. Yet, there had never been so much chemistry, such a heavy amount of uncommunicated emotions between the two of you. You were ready to hang on his every word, should he decide to speak up. In your head rampaged a billion sentiments you needed him to know, but there was no option to express them adequately. Perhaps there were simply no words in the English language to declare your feelings for him.

Small whimpers and moans left your lips only for him to hear. Sometimes he moved a little quicker, gifting you with the most perfect sounds he could make. And to know you were the cause for it sent you into overdrive. His mouth was right above yours. If you lifted your head slightly, you could have kissed his sweet, sweet lips. But you were so afraid. What would he think? You had never kissed him during sex. Not softly, like you wanted it so terribly.

Even worse, you craved so much more than that. You wanted to pull him in, envelope his mouth in your own, crawl over the edge of his lips and reside in his chest for safety. Because that’s what he was. Comfort. Reassurance. Home. How foolish you had been, pretending this little fling would lead to nothing more. You really had told yourself this would work. No feelings. Just fun. You couldn’t deny having fun with him. He was the best company you had ever known, and he had become your most precious friend quickly. It was as if you had only been waiting for the silly, flirty boy to sit across from you in the library and make weak advances towards you.

The love song tuned out slowly, replaced by something more sensual and sinful. In accordance with the new background noise, he gripped your hips a little meaner and went faster. You barely noticed how his breathing had sped up as he was getting closer to his orgasm. A trance had overcome you, transfixing you on his godlike features and how much it hurt to know you couldn’t call him yours. In your head you were made for each other. They always said to date your best friend, didn’t they? You could try to turn back time, go back to your first meeting place, at the party. See if things would turn out different. But you knew they wouldn’t. As much as your fear tried to suppress it – you would take the same path again, stumbling head-first into his arms and letting him into your life like a crashing wave of laughter and heart-crushing conversations.

Now you reflected in despair, how he had taken your heart in a storm, without having to try too hard. And worst of all, you were okay with it. Your heart was secure with him, you thought. The feelings yearned to be spoken out loud, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“You feel so good,” he said. “Always, so fucking good.”

He snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock deep inside of you and all you could muster was a hum of agreement. This is what you got for keeping him at arms-length from the beginning. Wasn’t it you who had challenged him to be friends and only that? Perhaps you would be okay, so long as no one else called him theirs either. You could go on like this, letting him use you for sexual relief and making him laugh when he needed it. Gladly, you would take the pain of not being allowed to love him with your whole being if it meant you could see him whenever you wanted. Exposing those silly emotions would wreck your friendship and you wouldn’t let it happen.

He grunted and only then, when he lowered his head into the crook of your neck and moaned your name, you realized he was reaching his high. Softly, you cradled his head in your hands, as if it was the last time you could hold him like this. When he put his forehead against yours, he had his eyes closed and his chest was moving steadier than before.

“You’re the best,” he whispered. “Stay the night?”

Should you have gone home, and missed him all night? Would you have regretted saying no while you curled up in bed with no Cheshire-cat-grin-boy to hold? Or were you to remain in his bed, and pray you would survive the torture of not speaking your mind? His skin radiated the most wonderful warmth and you wanted to trace his lips with your eyes until you fell asleep. That’s how quickly it was decided.

“Okay,” you answered.

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years ago

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his domination ~ the joker;dceu

word count: 1660

request?: yes!

“Can you write a Joker/Reader fic where the reader is the only person allowed to dominate the Joker? Very smutty please.”

description: in which gotham’s most feared villain prefers to be dominated by his beautiful girlfriend

pairing: joker x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of violence

masterlist (one, two)

it wasn’t specified which joker was wanted for the imagine so i wrote the one i knew best...but like...the good version of it

There was something about watching Joker being so dominant with others that turned you on, especially knowing that the roles would be reversed when you two finally got some privacy.

There was some sad sack down on his knees, begging Joker for forgiveness. For what reason, you couldn’t remember. There were too many people who were afraid of him to keep track of all the reasons why. Whatever the case, Joker was merely laughing in this face of this man, who was now weeping at Joker’s feet.

“Oh, how I love to hear them beg,” Joker said to you over his shoulder.

You smirked at him in response as he raised his gun and shot the man right between the eyes. He watched as the man’s body fell before turning back to you and wrapping an arm around your waist. He began kissing you deeply, ignoring the two of his men that were standing nearby, waiting for an order. If there was one thing that turned Joker on, it was exercising the power he had over the people of Gotham.

When he finally pulled away from you, he regarded his men with a simple wave of his hand towards the lifeless body in front of them. His men began to approach the body while Joker took you in his arms and began to lead you towards his car. He didn’t even wait to take you somewhere more private as he opened the backdoor to his car and shoved you back onto the seat. His men were quick to dispose of the body so they could leave the scene, knowing to give Joker as space when he wanted alone time with you.

The cramped space of the backseat gave Joker more opportunity to be close to you, to touch your body all over and to attack your neck in kisses and bites. Your eyes were rolling back in your head with pleasure as you arched your back against his body.

You peaked out through the front windshield to see that Joker’s henchmen had cleared away the body and drove off in record time, leaving the two of you alone. In one swift movement, you wrapped your legs around Joker and flipped the two of you over so you were on top. You started to mimic his earlier actions by kissing down his neck, your hands roughly pulling at his clothes so you could continue to kiss down his naked body.

Joker’s big secret that stayed strictly between the two of you was that he only allowed one person to be dominant over him, and that person was you. It had shocked you at first when Joker let you be the dominant one in the bedroom. You thought it was just a one time thing, or maybe he was feeling generous. But then he was asking for it the next time you had sex, then he started using dominant pet names for you and would beg you to let him be inside of you.

It made you feel powerful to be the one that left Gotham’s most feared villain a begging mess beneath you.

You pulled his shirt off and began unbuttoning his pants, palming his growing erection in your hand as you kissed him through his boxers. His hand weaved its way through your hair as you began to kiss him through his boxers, just lightly enough that he could feel it and tease him even more.

“Up,” you told him as your hands found their way to the waistline of his boxers. He moved his hips so you could slip his underwear down and discarded them to the front seat somewhere.

Joker whimpered as you began to kitten lick the tip of his hard dick. It was taking everything in his power not to push your head down, as he knew you would stop if he tried, but he wanted you so bad. He was so painfully erect he felt like he could burst at any moment, even from your limited touch.

You could feel his restraint as his hand tightened in your hair. You couldn’t help but smirk to yourself as you looked up at him from your position. “What do you want, baby?”

“I want to feel your mouth around me,” he breathed, his hips inadvertently bucking as you licked him again.

“Ask me nicely then, baby.”

“Please can you put my dick in your mouth?”

You rested his tip against your lips, kissing it to tease him even more. “You’re missing something there.”

“Pretty please, my queen?”

You smiled and took him deep into your throat. He let out a moan as his head lulled back. You began to bob your head at a steady pace, placing your tongue under his length as you did so so that he could feel it on every inch that it could reach. Every now and then you’d stop to swirl your tongue around the head, which earned you more moans and whimpers.

Although the pleasure was starting to build up inside of him, Joker knew better than to finish in your mouth. He knew how much you loved to feel him inside of you, to feel him coating your walls with his seed as he twitched and convulsed inside of you. But your mouth felt so good around him that it was getting hard to hold back.

“Fuck my queen, please slow down,” he begged. “I’m going to cum at this rate.”

You pulled his dick from your mouth, a line of spit trailing from the tip to your mouth as you did so. He wiped it with his thumb before you began to crawl up his body, leaving wet kisses and red marks that would become hickies within a few hours up his body. You kissed him passionately, letting him taste himself on your tongue.

“Do you want me to ride you, baby?” you asked against his lips. “You wanna feel me wrapped around that hard dick as I ride you?”

He nodded, trying to find the words to ask but feeling them caught in his throat. You smirked as you took hold of his face, squeezing it just a little.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, my queen. I want you to ride me.”

“Ask me nicely then.”

“Fuck, can you pretty pretty please ride me, my queen?. Use me to get whatever pleasure you want, I promise I’ll wait till you’re finished if I have to.”

You smirked at his question. His dick was still glistening with your spit, leaving it perfectly lubed for you as you lined his tip up with your entrance and lowered yourself on to him. His face twisted with pleasure as you took him in very slowly, allowing him to feel you around every inch of him. You moaned as well, feeling him easily hitting your G spot once he was fully in.

You started rocking your hips against his, pleasure building up in you almost immediately. Joker’s head was back against the headrest as his fingers dug into your hips. You leaned forward to kiss him as your movements became quicker. Soon enough, you were bouncing on his lap, your skin making a loud slapping noise every time you came down on him. His car was shaking and the windows were fogged over so you could barley see anyone outside. Not that either of you really cared if you were caught. That was the thrill of fucking in public.

You wrapped a hand around Joker’s throat, choking him just enough to make him feel lightheaded. You almost giggled at the sight of his eyes being crossed and rolling back into his head at the action. You could feel him twitching inside of you, an indication that he was nearing his climax.

“Are you close?” you asked him, letting go of his neck long enough to allow him to breathe to respond.

“I’m so close,” he said. “Fuck, can I cum my queen?”

“Hold it for a few more seconds,” you told him. “I’m close, too. When you feel me cumming around you, you can let go then.”

You managed to stay true to your word, and a few seconds later you threw your head back and cried out in pleasure. Near moments after that, you felt Joker’s warmth filling you as he also groaned at the release.

You both sat there, sweating and panting. Joker wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close so he could rest his head on your breasts. You ran your fingers through his dyed green hair, noticing that his brown roots were starting to grow out. You made a mental note to point that out to him when you finally detached from one another.

You rolled down the window slightly to let some cool air in just as Joker’s phone rang. He groaned in annoyance as he raised the phone to his ear.

“What the fuck do you want?”

You giggled as you finally got up from his lap. It always amazed you how quickly he could switch from being a submissive mess to the dominant criminal that everyone knew him as.

“Thanks for the heads up. I’ll call you when we arrive to our next location,” he said, then hung up. “Apparently someone heard the gunshot and called the cops. They’re on their way here now. Figure we got maybe five minutes before we’re surrounded, less than that until the Bat appears.”

You passed him his discarded clothes and fixed your own disheveled appearance. “Neither one is a real concern. The cops are incompetent and Bats would never throw you in jail again. He needs someone to play with so he seems like a hero to these people.”

Joker smiled at you and kissed you hard again. “Regardless, wanna go for a joyride, baby?”

You smirked at him and leaned into the front seat to pull your gun from the glove compartment. “Always, my love.”

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portaltothevoid · 3 years ago

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For Whom the Bell Tolls - Chapter One - Lullaby

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OFC (Kat Ramsay), sequel to Foolin’

Summary: Kat and Eddie have a moment listening to Metallica, but afterwards Kat has a horrible nightmare.

Warnings: established relationship, a sprinkling of dom!kat and sub!eddie (this is as smutty as i’m ever gonna get), use of princess, queen, good boy, sweetheart, and babe, horror elements

Word count: 2.6k

Chapter song: Lullaby by The Cure

Tag list: @madaboutmunson @munchabunch (thank you my darling beta readers!) @michele131 @riffcrusader @idiot-parade @prettyboyeddiemunson

“She’ll be home any minute now,” Linda said reassuringly.

“How do you think she’ll handle this?”

“It depends… She won’t go to Nevada. I know that for a fact. But maybe–” Linda was cut off by the sound of the front door opening.

“Hey, Aunt Linda!” Kat’s voice ran out cheerily. She was in a seemingly good mood this afternoon as she trotted over to the kitchen, dropping her backpack on the couch as she went by. When she became fully aware there was a difference in the usual routine, she stopped dead in her tracks. “Uncle Hank… uh, hi?” she spoke hesitantly.

“Hey, Kat. Nice to finally see you,” he smiled warmly at her. His face was kind, but that did nothing to soothe the anxiety that was starting to bubble inside Kat.

“Wh-what are you doing here? I mean…I thought with work, you weren’t…” Kat stammered, failing to hide her shock. Linda had been incessantly trying to get her to talk to her uncle. Always leaving out why it was so urgent, Kat started to connect the dots on her own. This was about her power.

“Kat, I know this is sudden, but we really need to talk. We need to talk about you… about your abilities,” he began cautiously. “What do you remember from when you lived here before?”

“No. I’m not talking about this,” she said sternly.

“I’m sorry, kid, but you’re gonna have to. Look, I don’t want to do this as much as you don’t want to; however, you were born with incredible abilities that we need to get a handle on. At the very least, we need to know where you’re at.”

“Why?!” interrupted Kat. “So you can use me as some top secret agent to fight your battles for you? To poke and prod me some more like I’m a lab rat? I’m not fighting in some made up war–”

“No,” Hank cut off Kat’s rant, his voice forceful. “This has nothing to do with the Russians. This threat is very real and right here, in Hawkins. We know things are only going to get worse and we need to be prepared. You need to be prepared. Hawkins will be at the epicenter of what's to come.”

“Epicenter of what? If you ever want me to agree to anything, quit bullshitting me.”

“Kat! Don’t speak to him that way!” Linda interjected, which only earned an eye roll from Kat.

“It’s fine, Linda. I’m sorry for the ambiguity. In order for me to fully explain, I need to know how much you remember from the lab.”

– – – – – – – – – –

Kat thumbed through the albums behind the placard marked with an ‘M.’ She paused when she finally found the one she was searching for. Smiling to herself, she took a moment to bask in pride for what her friends had accomplished. The day was finally here.

“Did you find it!?” Eddie asked, buzzing with excitement. He almost crashed into her when his body kept going forward past his scurrying feet.

Kat grabbed two copies of the record to show him its artwork. She was beaming. “Look at this fucking cover!” she exclaimed, holding out the record for both of them to admire. “Did you find two cassettes?” He responded by shaking a cassette in each hand. His face was lit up like a small child’s on Christmas morning. To them, this was Christmas.

Once they purchased their new music, the pair practically ran to Kat’s car. “Okay, so should we–” she began to ask.

“Don’t even bother asking. I’ve waited three months for this record to come out and I’m gonna wait any longer,” he cut off Kat as he began unwrapping the plastic from the brand new cassette. “We’ll start from the top when we get back to yours.” As Kat threw her car in reverse out of the parking spot, Eddie popped in Metallica’s new album, Master of Puppets.

When the road was clear, Kat punched the gas of her Mustang and took off towards her house with the melodic, acoustic intro of “Battery” filling her car. As the electric guitars and full band kicked in, she slowly turned to look at Eddie, her face alight with awe. He was biting his lower lip and slapping his ringed hand on his leg.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck yeah!” he shouted before proceeding to shake his head to the beat, his curls flying around his face in a blur.

Kat pressed down on the gas, letting the car’s speed match the tempo of the music. She turned the steering wheel into some makeshift guitar/drum hybrid instrument. Although this ride to the record store wasn’t a particularly long drive from her home, she was determined to shave off as much time as humanly possible.

When the first track ended, the title track of the album came in with punching riffs. The couple whooped and hollered. Kat ferociously hit her steering wheel. “Ugh, finally high quality!” she proclaimed. In the middle of the guitar solo, Kat pulled into her driveway, slamming her car into park.

She ejected herself from the car and ran up the steps to her front door, waving her hand in front of her to unlock it. “Holy shit, how fast were you driving?!” Eddie asked, shocked.

“Don’t worry about it,” Kat giggled as they ran up the stairs to her room. He just laughed, shaking his head as he followed behind her.

Eddie made a beeline right to her record player and carefully removed the vinyl from its case, delicately placing it on the turntable. When he placed the needle on the spinning record, he cranked the volume.

Together they had their own short lived concert thrashing around Kat’s bedroom. She took brief breaks to read the lyrics, while Eddie took one to light up a joint from them to share (which was nothing but a roach by the end of “Master of Puppets” second verse).

They ended up facing each other and sang the second chorus in each other's faces. Kat gravitated closer and closer to Eddie, looking him dead in the eyes as “master, master, master…” was repeated just before the instrumental bridge. He closed any remaining distance between the two of them, gripping her by her waist, spinning them into some sort of waltz-esque dance. Being somehow perfectly in sync, Kat followed his lead as they danced around the open space of her room.

With the resuming of the heavy riffs, Kat pulled Eddie to her, their bodies crashing into each other in time with the crashing of the cymbals. She created this push and pull between them while still moving him backward until his legs met her bed, causing him to fall backwards onto it.

She was on top of him in seconds. Her hands pressing into her mattress on either side of his head. Looking deep into his chocolate eyes that were alight with lustful desire as she hovered over him. She sang the lyrics to him, inching closer and closer to him with every line.

“Master, Master Where’s the dreams that I’ve been after? Master, Master Promised only lies. Laughter, laughter All I hear or see is laughter. Laughter, laughter Laughing at my cries…”

She slowly brought herself upright, so she could look down at him, until suddenly she put her mouth right next to his ear. In the most sultry voice she could manage, she whispered “fix me…” before she gave him a little nibble.

Eddie couldn’t take it anymore. He firmly grasped her hips and flipped her over. Now that she was the one on her back, he looked down at her and said in an almost chastising tone, “You keep singing ‘master’ at me like that, I just might have to act like one.” He smirked as he sank his weight down, holding her in place. His hands anchored her shoulders, adding more pressure as he leaned down. He moved one hand up, tracing the side of her neck, until he was holding her face. “Let go of control, princess.”

Her breath hitched for a split second before she caught it. A smirk clouded her features. She moved his arms away from her, taking them in an iron hold, and flipped him over once again. Having moved so suddenly, he didn’t even have a chance to react. She slid his arms up so they were extended over his head. Even though she moved her hands, pressure remained, locking him in place. One of her hands wrapped around his neck as she applied enough pressure to make his eyes grow wide. Her smirk turned into a devilish grin as she moved her hand up to close her thumb and index fingers tightly on his cheeks, pushing his head to the side and into the bed. She leaned over him again, speaking through gritted teeth that nearly grazed over his ear as she spoke. “I’m not your princess. I’m your Queen,” she said before snapping his head back so they were face to face again.

Returning her other hand back to his neck, she kissed him depravedly. All the while she never lost control over the energetic coils that bound his wrists above his head that kept him still. Her tongue brushed his lower lip before she broke contact. He let out a whimper, his eyes pleading for more. With her wicked grin, she gently brushed his cheek. Turning his head to her hand, he leaned into her touch. She went from gentle to firm in an instant as she revisited her tight grip on his face as she placed her forehead on his. “Be a good boy and let your Queen take care of you, hmm?” she asked as she slid her body down his, her hands drifting underneath his shirt to remove it.

It would be awhile before they both could really give this album a full and proper listen.

– – – – – – – – –

She looked around and saw all her friends laughing, enjoying themselves. Eddie was by her side, leaning into her as he chuckled at something that was most likely at her expense. She playfully rolled her eyes. A loving warmth surrounded the moment. All of Hellfire are scattered around the room. Steve, Robin, Nancy, and even Chrissy were there. They all joined in the laughter. A gleeful camaraderie blossomed before everyone.

She scanned the room, basking in what seemed to be a perfect moment of harmony amongst friends. Amongst the only steadfast group she’s ever been a part of. Her eyes land on a figure dressed all in white, leaning against the wall. He was watching them, watching her. It’s someone close to her age. They’re so familiar, yet she had no memory of why or how. Had she ever seen this person before?

It was then that the moment turned to ice. Happiness was drained from the room as if a full sink had been unplugged.

Everyone froze, their expressions barren and stoic. The light was being siphoned from their eyes.

She locked eyes with the man in white. Standing upright, he tapped his steepled fingers against one another. A devilish, or perhaps just evil, grin grew on his face as he clasped his hands in front of him. Goosebumps creeped up her skin. Her breathing increased in pace. Anxiety. Danger. These feelings consumed her.

“Somehow I knew we would be reunited again. Do you remember my offer, dear Katrina? Do you remember me?” His voice was calm. Too calm. It was like calm before the storm. It was the embodiment of walking on eggshells.

“W-who are you? What is this p-place?” she stammered.

“Who I am is not as important as who… As what I’ve become. Don’t you remember? Surely you could not have forgotten what you and your friend did to me?” His voice deepened as he walked towards her, his features evaporating. Or maybe they were being burned off? She watched his humanity become stripped away in real time. There seemed to be nothing left, save for a muscular structure and veins. This figure was beyond horrifying. “Remember, Katrina. Remember!” he bellowed, shaking her to her core.

The figure looked as if it was glitching between its former human self and the monster it had become. Then memories of her pre-teen years that had been long buried started coming to the surface. Her breath caught in her throat. “One,” she managed to somehow whisper.

“This world can be rid of pain, of suffering. We have the power to do that. Together. You have the power to do that. Join me, Katrina.”

“No. No. There is more than that. There’s so much more. I’ve seen it, felt it.”

“Do you think these humans are equal to you? Do you think they will always be here for you? Do you think they will not abandon you? Do you believe that you matter to them? Do you think you belong here? You don’t. You cannot defeat me, Katrina. Join me. Create something better than this. With me. With us.” She was frozen in fear. She could barely formulate a thought, never mind a response. “I’ve found you here. I will find you, both of you, in the waking world. Our worlds will bleed and then become one. Soon.”

The figure vaporized into a mist, fading into nothing. In its place, emerged a grandfather clock protruding out of the wall.

Tick. Tock.

It chimed, the sound reverberated through the walls, distorted.

Her friends that still surrounded her now stared at her. The color of their eyes faded to white.

Tick. Tock.

Chime.

Their mouths slowly opened, wider and wider. As their jaws began to dislocate, hundreds of black widow spiders emerged from their mouths. She tried to get away, she tried to scream.

Tick. Tock.

Chime.

Slowly she turned to face Eddie, trying desperately to call out his name. Slowly he turned to look back at her. His mouth opened, wider. Wider still. A waterfall of spiders spilled out, crawling their way towards her. She tried to get away, she tried to scream.

Tick. Tock.

Chime.

– – – – – – – – – –

“Kat! Kat! Wake up! Kat, it’s okay, I’m here! It’s just a nightmare! Wake up!”

Eddie suddenly woke to the sound of Kat whimpering in her sleep. He rolled over to wrap his arm around her, tried to pull her close to him, in hopes that would comfort her. She started shaking her head. She thrashed her way out of his grasp. And then she started to scream.

Immediately, Eddie was kneeling over her, gripping her shoulders to shake her awake. “Kat!” he shouted at her once more, before her eyes flung open and she gasped like she had just risen from the dead.

She flung herself upright. “Eddie? Eddie!?” she croaked. Her arms frantically searched for him. He wanted to be brave for her, but he was terrified. This had never happened. Kat never gets spooked by anything. Selfishly, for the briefest second, he was thankful she would never see the look of sheer fright that was on his face.

The instant she made contact with his body, she burst into tears. She clung to him like he was the only thing anchoring her to her sanity. Fear racked her mind like the sobs racked her body. If she let go of him, would his eyes turn white? Would a flood of spiders escape from him?

“Shhh, babe, it’s gonna be okay. I’m here, I’m right here,” he said softly, desperately trying to hold himself together, to keep his own fear from possessing his voice. “Breathe. Sweetheart, just breathe. It was a dream. Just a bad nightmare. It wasn’t real.”

When her breathing returned to normal, she moved back to look at him. She shook her head. “No, no. It’s not. It’s not gonna be okay. It– It…” her voice cracked. Her lip quivered as she tried not to sob again. “None of us are going to be okay.”

Tick. Tock. Chime. The sounds of that clock etched themselves into her mind, haunting her.

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when you can’t sleep at night // wake me (sequel)

pairing: captain!Levi x cadet!fem bodied reader

content: angst, canonverse, mentions and talks of death/portrayals of death, depictions of violence, blood, overall dark themes, unestablished relationship, fingering, mutual loss of virginities, overstimulation, takes place sometime before the 57th expedition (didn't follow an exact timeline), there is a lot of talks about dying in this, levi asks a lot of intrusive questions, minors DNI.

summary: levi finds he holds an affection to a certain cadet of his. you find that maybe the comfort of your captain can quiet the thoughts plaguing your mind, even if just for one night.

wc: 10.7k

The clouds were so fluffy, so white and pure as you longingly watched them swirl above you. Your entire body was numb, back flat against the dirt with all your limbs stretched out. Your brain felt fuzzy, and for a fleeting moment you were flying in the clouds. You could feel the water vapor skim past your fingertips, the air whooshing against you as you soared. You looked down at the earth beneath your form, all the trees and even the walls looked so tiny from this height. This peaceful daydream was pulled from you with a start, your chest heaving with coughs.

“I’m so sorry!” you heard a voice call out, your line of vision intruded by the hazy form of a person leering over you. “I didn’t mean to hit you like that!”

“‘S okay,” you choked out, the numbness fading into aches all over your body. “I’ve gotten you good a couple of times too, Eren.”

“You know what, on second thought,” Eren’s lips spread into a smirk as he extended a hand down. “Consider this payback for beating my ass all those times in the Training Corps.”

“Good on you for finally landing a hit,” you chuckled, wincing as he hauled you to your feet. “Only took you three years.”

You rocked on your ankles, steadying yourself quickly before your legs gave out on you. Eren had gotten you good, roundhouse kicking you in your chest to lay you out on your ass. His training sessions had begun to pay off, used to the reverse happening when the two of you sparred. Mikasa would look on intently, a small smile on her lips when you’d punch Eren’s smug face with a sharp hook. You and 104th cadets were a friendly, strong group, bonded over the horrors of the titans, especially after what happened in Trost.

“What are you brats doing out here?”

Your heads whipped in the direction of the strong voice, meeting the steely hard set eyes of Levi, your captain and soon to be squad leader. His arms were crossed, and you gulped upon taking notice of how his biceps strained under the grey linen of his button up. You quickly flickered your focus back to his eyes before he caught you eyeing him up.

“Just sparring,” Eren hadn’t released the grip on your hand, nor had he noticed he was still holding onto your palm as he addressed the superior. “Prepping for the mission tomorrow.”

Levi frowned, “And who told you it was okay to do so when I gave you cadets instruction to clean the headquarters from top to bottom?”

You pulled your hand from Eren’s as you responded, “Sorry, Captain Levi. We’ll get on it right away.”

Levi only let out a displeased ‘tch’ as he turned on his heels, walking away without further commentary. Eren shot you an eye roll, and you held back a snicker as the pair of you followed shortly after the ravenette. Maybe the two of you had snuck away to leave the rest of your comrades to attack the former Survey Corps headquarters with dusters and cleaning rags, not wanting to participate in your weekly assigned duties. Eren had been adamant in the cobwebbed hallway on the second floor that he had to practice his hand to hand combat, just in case your squads ran into some problems on tomorrow’s mission. You had eagerly agreed, wanting to be as far away from the unsettled dust that assaulted your nostrils, itching at your allergies.

As the three of you entered the building, Levi abruptly turned to the two of you trailing behind him, you and Eren jumping in fright, “Eren, go to the dining hall, you’re going to wipe down underneath all the tables. As for you, brat, you get the honor of cleaning my room.”

Eren shot you a sympathetic look discreetly, nodding to your captain as he hightailed it to the hall.

You swallowed a lump in your throat, alone now with the captain. He studied you for a brief moment, gesturing with his head for you to follow him. Your feet moved before your mind could will you, and the soft thuds of your footsteps across the wooden planks of the floor was all that was heard. You snuck glances at the man before you, taking notice that his undercut was slightly grown in, his longer hair uncharacteristically out of place. Levi looked disheveled in a way, his tan leather jacket creased.

You opened your mouth to make a comment, but decided against it in the end. You were going to offer your assistance, to help freshen up his fade and to do his laundry, but figured Levi was a grown man who could take care of himself. You had a soft spot for the man, humanity’s strongest soldier. You knew a title like that came with a weight you could not fathom, especially after the horrors you had seen at Trost when the titans broke through the walls. You could remember everything so clearly, almost as if it was happening right now. You had nearly died that day.

Your older age amongst your fellow cadets was not one of gain you found out. After learning about the tragedy of Wall Maria, the wall closest to your village, it inspired you to join the Survey Corps in order to help the world. Humanity was dying, almost completely obliterated. Distant family members had died in Shiganshina that day, and the reality of the titans weighed heavily on you. How could you sit idly by as the world you knew was being destroyed before your very eyes? What would’ve happened had that attack been on your small village instead of the Shiganshina district? How would you have protected your own?

So with those thoughts in mind, you joined the training corps. Your parents had disagreed with broken hearts, knowing the likely fate of your choices. Your mother had insisted that you were of ripe marrying age, and that they had no other children to carry your family name. They begged and pleaded for you to settle down and find a husband, to help humanity in a different way by bearing children. You knew this was just a fantasy, and you knew it would be entirely possible that if you were to follow their wishes, the family you would create would be devoured and destroyed. This was the only way you could help, no matter your age or being in your reproductive prime. You needed to slaughter the titans, one by one until none remained. You kissed your beloved family goodbye the day you left for training, and you frequently sent them letters to let them know you were well and alive. One day, they all were returned back to you as you sat in the barracks, and one of the captains informed you that your village was destroyed, your parents and friends from home all dead.

You thought of them as you sliced through a five meter titan’s nape in Trost, your first kill. The citizens of the district ran stampeding in retreat, and caught up in the heat of it all, you had failed to account for the seven meter barreling behind you. When it’s burning fingers wrapped around your body, you sobbed, preparing to meet your family in the afterlife, whatever that would look like. You could feel the hot spats of drool hit your cheeks as the titan opened its mouth, bearing teeth and a cruel grin, and then suddenly, you were flying, caught in the arms of a savior. You stared in disbelief at the cut off fingers on the graveled stone of the street, to only be brought out of this state as Mikasa held you close and questioned if you were alright.

After the dust settled and the casualties were counted, you could feel a fire blazing deep within you. You never wanted to be vulnerable like that ever again, you wanted to be strong like Mikasa. Then, you met Captain Levi. You didn’t know much about him, but his reputation spoke volumes. You wanted the strength of the Ackermans whom you so deeply admired. You begged Commander Erwin to be assigned to Levi’s squad, and your wish was granted. You had been in the top rankings of your class, and you had a solo kill under your belt, aside from the near fatal clutch of another titan. Most of all, you had survived, a bigger feat than most of your comrades.

“Oi, you done daydreaming?” Levi’s cool voice brought you out of your train of thoughts as you arrived outside a wooden door, presumably his temporary living space.

“Sorry, just thinking,” you mumbled as he opened the door.

“Didn’t think you were capable of that. All the supplies are in the box on my desk, I want this room spotless, I don’t care how long it takes,” your captain grumbled as he made strides to his desk in the center of the room.

The room was fairly large, a double bed pressed against the left wall and the dark wooden desk was littered in paperwork. Half filled bookshelves lined the right wall, some mismatched couches and chairs filled the empty space. Honestly, the space was nearly perfect, even the bed was made. You knew better than to point this out to your superior though, so you had simply nodded and began to sort through the various cleaning supplies.

The scratch of Levi’s pen filled the hour long silence as you worked, dusting every surface and wiping it down with disinfectant spray and an old rag. After sweeping thoroughly, you flickered your eyes to the single window in the entire room, surprised completely as the sun had nearly set. The two of you were probably going to miss dinner, you realized as Levi poked his head up from the pile of papers he was concentrated on, a clear look of distaste on his features.

“This is what you call clean?” he spat, running a hand through his bangs. “Mop the floors, cadet.”

You sighed, feeling the subtle growl of hunger in the pit of your stomach. The mop laid in the left corner by the bedroom door, where you had found the broom. You swapped the two, picking up a bucket on the floor. You filled the wooden container with disinfectant, not seeing any polish in the box Levi had provided. He only rolled his eyes at seeing this, but said nothing. At least the floor would be clean.

Levi had lit a few lamps around the room to provide lighting as the sun dipped lower in the sky, swallowing the room in darkness. The floor was sparkling as you finished the last spot, a feeling of satisfaction filling your chest.

“Better?” you interrupted his concentration. He gazed around the room silently, face blank.

“Much,” Levi finally spoke. “That’ll be all, cadet.”

You smiled, setting the cleaning supplies back to their original locations, “Do you want me to bring you anything? I’m going down to grab dinner.”

Levi’s eyes widened at the question, not expecting your offer, “Some tea would be fine. Don’t fuck it up either, brat.”

You nodded as he dismissed you, and you treaded down the stairwell from the second floor to the kitchens. Some of the other cadets littered the dining hall as you passed, seeing some of your comrades laughing at a table, but you paid them no mind. In the kitchen there was hardly any leftover food from the dinner, scraps of potatoes sat in a large bowl on one of the counterspaces. You sighed, scarfing down whatever was available while you set a rusted kettle to a flame. The water was boiled within minutes, and you poured it over tea leaves in two teacups. You cleaned up your mess, and made your way back to Levi’s room.

You knocked twice on the door, hearing his grunt to signal you to enter. Levi was still positioned in his chair at his desk, head in his hands as he scanned over his documents. You placed his cup down silently, ready to leave the man to his work.

“Why are you here, cadet?” your captain called out as you went to open the door.

You turned your head to look at him, his eyes never leaving the words of his papers, “What do you mean, captain?”

“The Survey Corps,” he clarified, finally making eye contact. “Why?”

“To save humanity, sir?” you didn’t mean to speak as if you were questioning him, but your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

He scoffed, setting his paperwork aside, “Humanity, huh? You’re a bit too old to be in the graduating class you’re currently in. Why join now?”

“I’m sorry, but I’m confused,” your body was facing his entirely now. “Why are you asking me these questions?”

“Because it doesn’t make sense,” he more so mumbled to himself. “You shouldn’t be here. You should be pregnant with your first born, with a husband. Instead, you’re here, trying to fight titans.”

“With all due respect, Captain,” your voice was laced with controlled anger. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

“Aren’t you scared?” Levi continued, ignoring your question. “You could’ve picked the easy way.”

“It would’ve been in vain. My village was wiped out shortly after Wall Maria fell.”

He hummed, his hands coming down to rest on the wooden notches of his desk, papers forgotten, “You were in the top ranks. You could’ve joined the military police.”

“And hear how my comrades died instead of helping them?” you gawked.

“It’s a lot better than watching.”

You shut your mouth then, lips pressing tightly together. You didn’t understand why your captain was questioning you like this.

“I see the way you are with them,” his tone softened, not looking you in the eyes as he spoke. “How you all are.”

“Just because I’m friendly doesn’t mean I’ll forget the purpose of the scouts,” you said defensively, crossing your arms. “I have my own ass to account for.”

Levi pushed off his chair suddenly, scraping the just mopped floor and jolting up to his legs, “You have no idea what it’s like out there. Your friends are going to die, cadet. There’ll be nothing you can do to save them. Are you prepared for that? Collecting their bodies, or whatever’s left of them to take home to their families?”

Your mouth went dry, jaw slacking, “Captain, I know what loss feels like. My family is dead, some of my so called ‘friends’ died in Trost. I know what I signed up for.”

He scoffed, circling around his desk to stand a few feet away from you, “Haven’t you seen enough?”

“Are you trying to get me to quit the Survey Corps?” you asked incredulously.

“Yes. You don’t belong here,” his tone was rough as he spat at you. “Go find a husband. Get the fuck out of the military.”

“I don’t want to,” your anger simmered as you stared down at your boots. “I don’t have a home to go back to. I can’t leave. I know the other cadets aren’t my friends. I’m just trying to make the best out of my life before I die. I know I’m going to die. What’s so wrong about trying to find comfort in others?”

“You are a fool,” he seethed, teeth clenched. “You want to die?”

You shook your head, not bothering to keep the conversation going, “I’m going to bed, Captain. I’ll see you tomorrow for the mission.”

“I didn’t dismiss you, cadet,” Levi towered over you now as your hand wrapped around the doorknob.

You brought your fist up to your chest in a salute as you began to exit, “With absolutely no disrespect, I’m exhausted. Have a good night, Captain.”

You pushed the door shut in front of you as you stood in the hallway. You knew you would be getting an ear full from Levi in the morning, but honestly, the conversation was beginning to stir up feelings you’d rather not address. Intrusive thoughts filled your mind as you made your way to the first floor where your temporary bedroom resided.

You couldn’t answer Levi’s question because in a way, in a very selfish train of thought, you didn’t want to be a part of the titan’s world anymore, whether that meant death or something else. How easy it would be for you to greedily pack your things and leave the military and take refuge in some random village to live out the rest of your days, however long they would be. Or to just simply become fodder for the titans in your quest to rid the world of their reign.

Your uniform was folded on your bedside table, a cotton shirt and shorts on your body as you sat on your bed over the covers. You could hear the soft snores of Christa as she slumbered peacefully in the bed across the room, and you gazed over her body under her covers. You knew the people you trained with, fought with, grew fond of, were not your friends. How could they be? It’d only make things harder in the end. Like Levi had said, you might be the one collecting their deceased bodies after a battle. How could you ever grow close to someone that you knew their days were numbered?

The 104th cadets were your comrades, not your makeshift family. You had to remind yourself of that every time Sasha would ask for your leftovers, batting her big eyes at you. When Eren would spar with you, telling you how strong you were and commending you on how far you had come since the first day of the Training Corps. How Mikasa literally saved your life, and how you had admired her ever since. Armin’s unmatched potential and growth. Jean’s relentless taunting, giving you the nickname of gram because of your age. Connie, well frankly, just being Connie. Reiner and Bertholdt’s strong will and passion. Annie’s unwavering willpower and prowess. All the other cadets who you’d gotten to know so well, you had to constantly imagine their corpses as they smiled at you and tried to get to know you. So, you stayed back, opting to be alone at any opportunity, so their deaths would be easier to swallow when the time came.

You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head to try and rid yourself of your thoughts. It was of no use, and with a sigh you pushed yourself out of your bed. You deemed it would be yet again another sleepless night, and you realized sadly you had left your tea cup in Levi’s office completely untouched. You didn’t bother to entertain the thought of going back to retrieve it, instead you slinked through your bedroom door and out of the headquarters.

The night air was chilly, and you felt regret for not grabbing your jacket on your way out. The moon was gone, a completely black night, and you could see the stars crystal clear. The sky was your favorite sight, especially on nights like this.

You found a nice patch of soft grass, and laid on your back to gaze up at the sky. This was always your comfort, even as a child, to go outside and watch the sky, day or night. Your mother would warn you that your eyes would fall out of your head if you stared too long at the sun, at the moon. You didn’t care, because in those moments you felt so free. Free of the walls that caged you inside, of the world around you. You were the clouds, the stars, the wind as it rolled past. Maybe you were never meant to be human, you mused. You were meant to be nature, never to experience the trials and tribulations of sentinel living. You were supposed to be free, all knowing and ignorant at the same time, existing without the weight of consciousness.

“Thought you were going to bed, cadet?”

You were startled by the boom of a familiar voice behind you, collecting yourself and clearing your throat, “I couldn’t sleep.”

Levi’s head bobbed into your field of vision, “Thought too hard today?”

You rolled your eyes, feeling guilty as you caught the action afterwards and hoped your captain wouldn’t find it as a disrespect, “Yeah, you could say that.”

“Why are you out here of all places, without a jacket?” out of the corner of your eye you watched as Levi brought himself down to sit next to you.

“I like watching the sky,” you put simply, trying not to make eye contact. “Makes me feel better.”

“About dying?” he said, and you knew that he wouldn’t let your previous conversation go. You decided to humor him, if only to get these thoughts out of your mind.

“Yes.”

“Like what?” he almost sounded uninterested, but from his line of questioning you knew he was anything but.

“I don’t want to die,” you admitted, digging your fingernails into the grass by your waist. “I don’t want to watch anyone die. I never wanted to join the military. I felt like I had no choice.”

“We always have a choice,” he leaned his back to see whatever had your attention draw above you.

“Either fight the titans or get eaten alive when they attack the walls?” you snorted. “What a hard decision to make.”

“Why’d you join the Survey Corps?” he asked once again.

“I didn’t want my family’s death to be in vain. I had cousins, aunts and uncles in Shiganshina.”

“What about your death?”

“I hope it’ll mean something,” you breathed, feeling your chest get tight. “I hope this all will mean something.”

Levi looked at you then, a glimmer of something you couldn’t identify in his eyes, “You sound like Erwin when you talk like that.”

You made eye contact, a small smile on your lips, “The Commander’s an amazing man. I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

Levi scoffed, “Take it as you will.”

“What else could I do? I’m trying so hard to make a difference, to make life easier for others so they don’t have to suffer this fate. Isn’t that why we all joined the Survey Corps?” you continued your train of thought. “Maybe we all have a death wish. Fuck, I know I have one. It all just fucking hurts, Captain. I can’t help but think of others all the time, of all the loss and the grief they've gone through, what I’ve been through. At what will keep happening until all the titans are gone for good.”

“Why the sky?” he changed the subject, seemingly bored of your repetitive narrative.

“Because there’s no titans up there,” you joked without humor. “There’s no walls, no boundaries, no rules. It’s never ending. Where are the stars? How does day and night occur? Where does the moon go when the sun’s out? It amazes me, that’s all. Makes me think of how big the world is, of what’s out there besides this.”

“You think too much for a brainless brat,” Levi grumbled, laying on his back and joining you.

“I know,” you chuckled, turning your body to face him. “Wish I could turn off all my thoughts, it would probably make life a whole lot more livable.”

He hummed, eyes drawn in to your face, “I understand. What you said earlier, too, about finding comfort in others.”

“What do you mean?” you propped your head on your hand and you positioned your elbow to support you.

“I guess I never thought about it before tonight,” he blinked, expression unreadable. “Life as a soldier isn’t a comforting one. I guess that’s what I was trying to tell you about.”

You read between the lines of his words, recognizing it as his form of an apology, “I know. But it’s still the life I chose. At least I’m trying to make a difference, we all are.”

“Y’know, I’ve been paying attention to you for some time now. I didn’t understand when Erwin came to me and told me you had asked to be put on my squad. I took a look in your file, and I saw you after the attack on Trost, and I still didn’t understand,” Levi spoke slowly. “I don’t think I get you at all, even now.”

“I don’t think I understand myself,” you laughed dryly, returning your attention to the sky.

“You should get some sleep, cadet,” he advised softly, pushing himself off the ground. “And for fuck’s sake do it soon, I won’t be taking care of your ass if you get a cold.”

Levi stalked off before you could utter a response. You sighed, and decided his words were wise enough to follow. A few moments after your captain had left you, you followed his pathway back to the entrance of the former headquarters. You entered, making a hasty retreat back to your room where Christa was still knocked out cold.

Under your covers, you replayed your conversations with Levi. You still couldn’t figure out why he had questioned you like he had, why he even cared in the first place. Maybe it was his own gnawing curiosity, trying to understand why some random twenty-something year old girl insisted on being in his squad like you had. Maybe, you thought egotistically, you had your own reputation. You inwardly snorted, probably not.

Images of your captain under the moonlight played beneath your eyelids as you finally managed to drift off into a dreamless sleep.

The mission had gone horribly wrong. At least for you, to be honest you had no idea where the rest of your comrades were as you raced on your horse, desperately searching the sky for flares. You hadn’t seen a single one in a while now, at least ten minutes, and your heart was thudding hard as thoughts that the entire fleet of soldiers you had joined had been decimated. You were completely alone, the walls distant behind you. All you knew is that you couldn’t stop, couldn’t turn around or else you’d really be lost.

The 104th had stayed behind at the former headquarters, this having been a smaller expedition to clear out some titans before the planned 57th expedition in a few weeks. Levi, Oluo, Petra, and Gunther, as well as a few other squads accompanying you, were in a near perfect formation when an abnormal titan had broken through, killing a few unnamed soldiers at your side that you had never met before today.

In the far left distance, you could see a large forest full of trees. Your jaw slacked open, relief running through your veins when you caught sight of some men on horses heading that direction. Green flares shot up high in the sky, and you pulled the reins of your mare to follow. Your plan was brought to a screeching halt though, as you heard the thunderous footsteps shake your horse, and your body. You threw a glance behind your shoulder, a ten meter titan running straight towards you. You reached to your side quickly, shooting a red flare above you to warn any close by comrades.

The titan was gaining speed, about a dozen yards now behind you. You really wanted to avoid confrontation was much as possible, but as those yards closed between you and the titan, you growled and prepared yourself. You gave your horse a soft pat on her neck, and heaved yourself to stand on the saddle. You gaged your surroundings, seeing complete flat plains all around you, not an ideal situation for fighting at all.

Your odm gear shot you straight to the titan’s legs, a plan instilled in your head on the best way to take it down. It was fairly thin and muscular, but you decided it was just a plain titan as it dumbly stared at you with its wicked grin. Your dual blades locked in your hands now, you swung behind the titan and sliced through its ankles. The ten meter fell swiftly, giving you the perfect opportunity to land on its nape and kill it. It stilled completely beneath you after your swift cuts, and you ran as fast as your body willed you to rejoin your mare.

You placed your fingers to your lips, whistling as loud as you could. Your horse, at least 100 feet away, perked its ears and turned at a rapid speed straight back to you. She neighed as she reached your form, and you hauled yourself back on her saddle, kicking your legs for her to break into a full gallop to where the green flares still lingered in the air.

You didn’t bother to signal another flare in the air, seeing no other flares around you. As you neared closer to the forest, you felt incredibly relieved at the sight of your squad, now able to make out their faces. Petra waved her hands high in the air, about 20 feet away now. You saw Oluo, Gunther, and Levi, unharmed, as you got closer, bringing your horse down to a slightly slower gait, seeing no titans around.

“Are you okay?” Petra shouted at you once you reached the group. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m okay!” you spoke as fast as you could. “The other cadets I was with were killed by an abnormal, I got split up from them.”

“What was that red flare?” Oluo questioned, worry riddled in his eyes.

“It’s fine, I killed it,” you breathed shakily. “Where are the others?”

“Retreating back to the walls,” Levi answered, voice hard and commanding. “We’re out of blades, and there've been too many casualties. The others have the deceased’s bodies.”

You and your squad nodded, and with no further delay, you broke your horses into a full sprint back to the walls. The sun hung low in the sky, sunset merely a few hours away. Now in a formation in the clear open plains, you noticed out of the corner of your eye some movement.

“Abnormal titan to the right!” you screamed, turning your head to watch the titan’s arms flail, running in an irregular pattern.

“Holy fuck,” Gunther’s eyes widened in horror, shooting a black flare into the sky. “That’s got to be a 15 meter!”

“Don’t engage!” Levi barked, eyes trained straight ahead at the walls. “Keep an eye on it!”

“Sir!” the four of you quipped.

It seemed the abnormal titan had other plans as it caught sight of the five of you, its pace changing with intentions.

“It’s heading straight towards us!” Petra called out, flickering her eyes between the running titan and your captain. “Orders, Captain?”

Levi kept silent, much to your horrors. It was only a few yards away now, speed not slowing. Levi’s attention was completely ahead, the walls almost in full view. You were so close, not close enough though and the abnormal titan’s legs moved faster.

“Captain Levi!” Oluo shouted, eyebrows shot into his hairline.

The titan was less than three yards away when Levi finally spoke, “Petra, Oluo, make it fast!”

You shot off your horse before Levi’s lips opened, his commands unheard by you. Your odm ropes attached right into the titan’s ankles, just like how you had done before. There’s a reason they called it an abnormal titan though you discovered as its fingers closed around the wiring of your gear, yanking the ropes out of its skin and hauling your body up.

You squirmed, mashing your buttons desperately to get your hooks out of its fist as you were brought to the titan’s mouth. It was an ugly son of a bitch, teeth on full display in its evil smile. You couldn’t believe how badly you had fucked up again, the titan’s other hand gaining momentum as it lifted to wrap its disgusting meaty fingers around you. You watched as the fingers were sliced off before they could reach you, and suddenly you were free falling as the hand holding your odm ropes fell from its arm. You redirected yourself back to its ankles, back to your original plan of taking out the nerves to allow the titan to fall, your nerves entirely shot, your adrenaline in full control.

Levi had both his swords drawn as he met you at the back of the 15 meter’s legs, “Are you trying to get yourself fucking killed? You should’ve let the others handle it!”

“I thought I had it, Captain!” you curtly shouted, cutting through the tendons and getting sprayed with steaming blood. The titan did not falter though, but thankfully you and Levi had created a useful diversion as Petra, and Oluo took out the titan’s nape. You and your group shot back to your horses as the titan fell from its height, dead on impact.

The opening of the gate of Wall Rose was a fucking blessing, and your squad couldn’t have ran through it any faster. You heard the roaring of the gate as it closed behind you, and you were choking on shallow breaths as you slowed your mare’s gait.

None of you spoke a single word as you returned to the former headquarters, exhausted after the adrenaline of your mission wore off. You returned your horses to the stables, where feed and water awaited them. Your squad practically ran off, and you were confused until you saw the pissed off look of your superior aimed directly at you. Gulping down spit, you turned on your heel, ready to take off.

Levi’s arm shot out around your bicep, harshly tugging you to stop your escape, “Are you a fucking idiot, cadet? What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I thought I could take out the titan by its ankles!” you defended quickly, gritting your teeth as his fingers dug into your clothed arm. “It’s how I took out the other titan I killed, Captain!”

“You better learn quickly that all titans are not the same! Or did you not learn that in training?” Levi growled out between clenched teeth.

“I thought I could take it out,” you grumbled, ripping your arm out of his grip.

“You betrayed my orders. You listen to me and my commands, cadet,” he spat out, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes burning holes into yours. “Remember your place.”

You pivoted yourself away from your captain, trotting ahead to head inside the headquarters, voice laced with malice as you grumbled, “I’ll do as I see fit.”

This would be the second time Levi hadn’t dismissed you before leaving him behind, you realized as you arrived at the communal bathroom. You sighed heavily, leaning back against the closed door, completely alone. Thankfully, it was very late in the evening, and if your comrades weren’t in bed already, they would be heading to sleep soon. You were so relieved to get some much needed alone time, especially now that you had such a terrible day.

You changed out of your blood soaked uniform, not bothering to fold it as you laid the clothes on the floor. Stark naked, you began to fill the bathtub basin with running water, a very rare luxury due to the previous care when the headquarters was up and running. With the porcelain half filled, the water steaming, you sunk your aching body into the scalding bath. The water turned a deep pink as you scrubbed your skin with a rag that had been resting over the rim. You untied your hair and dipped your head back, threading your fingers through your knots after generously coating the strands with soap. You drained the dirty water, refilling it back up now that most of the dirt and blood had been washed away. The tub held a pastel pink hue now, but you felt much cleaner and you sunk back in the tub, stretching out as much as you could.

You didn’t dare close your eyes for too long, picturing the events of today. You didn’t try to reflect on the lives that had been lost on today’s mission, the strangers you never had the pleasure, or perhaps displeasure, of getting to know. It made it easier in a sense to forget, to keep pushing forward. Still, the gore and the cruelty of what being a part of the scouts was truly about haunted the corners of your mind as you absentmindedly rubbed soap along your limbs. Maybe you were trying to wash away these memories, too.

Half an hour later, you decided it was time to dry off and get into comfortable clothing as the water cooled and your skin had pruned. You unplugged the drain, standing and reaching for a towel. Wrapping the fabric around your chest, you stepped out of the tub, feet leaving wet prints on the floor as you treaded to your bedroom, soiled clothes in hand.

An oversized white long sleeve hung off your frame, accompanied by your favorite cotton shorts as you sat on your bed, completely alone. Christa had briefly mentioned before your mission this morning that she’d be spending the night with Ymir, to which you were inwardly grateful for the promise of solidarity. As you sat hunched over, you found yourself longing for the comforting presence of someone, anyone, to distract you from the images that plagued your mind, no matter how hard you tried to push them away.

You jerked with a start as you pictured the angry face of your captain, feeling immense guilt pool in your gut. You had never spoken so much with Levi before yesterday, realizing the weight of your words and actions, reckless and undermining his authority. Maybe you owed him an apology, for if nothing else to at least calm your mind enough for sleep.

You didn’t remember the walk when you had arrived outside the captain’s door, or could recall if you had knocked before it swung open, revealing Levi’s surprised expression.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, nervously tugging at your sleeves as you avoided eye contact. “I’ve been disrespectful, Captain, and I’m sorry.”

“Cadet,” his teeth clenched tightly. “Do you understand what time it is?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” you whimpered, legs ready for a moment's notice of a retreat. “I’m sorry, I’ll leave—“

Levi’s hand shot out to circle your wrist, and you finally looked up into his charcoal eyes, “Don’t, come in.”

You couldn’t protest as you guided you into his room, shutting the door behind you after you passed the entry. Levi was dressed casually, beige cotton shirt hanging off his torso, plain grey pants on his lower half. The bags under his eyes told you he had also not been able to fall asleep. He led you to sit on his neatly made bed, towering over you with his arms tightly crossed.

“I was on my way to check on you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What?”

“You didn’t knock,” Levi clarified, looking anywhere but at you. “I was already at the door. You’d seen a lot today. I don’t need my soldiers having breakdowns after every mission.”

He was worried about you, your breath halted in your throat.

“Oh,” you dumbly said.

“Seems like you did me a favor by coming here,” he mused, sighing as he ran a hand through his bangs. “Why can’t you sleep?”

“Thinking, again, about everything,” you crossed your thighs, body language signally how uncomfortable you were upon talking about these feelings.

“Your brain is going to cause you more grief if you don’t stop,” Levi’s spare hand grasped your chin gently, bringing your head up so you could look him in the eyes. “Why do you insist on being alone with these thoughts?”

“Captain, weren’t you just saying it’s a bad idea to have friends?” you could feel the pounding of your heart in your chest at his gesture, unsure of his intentions.

“Weren't you just talking about finding comfort in others?” Levi leaned down, you felt his breath against your lips as he spoke. “I’ve been paying attention to you for awhile, cadet.”

“You looked in my file, you told me already,” you whispered, unsure that if you spoke at full volume your voice wouldn’t quiver.

“No, I’ve been watching you. You’re not exactly quiet when you sneak out at night, y’know. I’ve seen you,” he hesitated briefly before continuing. “I’ve watched you cry all alone, how you try to distance yourself from the others. I was testing you yesterday, brat. I think I understand now, though.”

Your captain crouched down to meet you at eye level, fingertips never straying from your chin, and you felt your lip quiver as he rasped, “I understand, because I get it. You’ve always felt alone, haven't you?”

You nodded, scared to voice the truth, he continued, “I’m not going to explain myself to you, and if I hear a single word spoken about any of our conversations, I will personally sign your extermination paperwork. You’re different, you’re not like the others. You know what grief is, what pain and loss feels like. Your mission, your goals, it keeps driving you forward. Who couldn’t notice that?”

Levi scoffed, and you managed out a tiny, “Captain Levi.”

“Yes?”

“Why are you telling me this?” you could feel the harsh prick of tears try to escape your eyes, blinking furiously to not allow them to fall.

“Because,” he brushed back your hair behind your ear with his spare hand. “We’re exactly the same, and I can’t allow you to continue living like this, knowing where you’ll end up. Are you a virgin, cadet?”

“Yes,” you stuttered, thoroughly embarrassed.

“I am too,” Levi confessed, his eyes baring his soul. “I’m in my thirties, and I’ve never taken a woman to bed. All because of my mission.”

“My parents raised me to save myself for marriage,” your lips hung open. “But, they’re dead now, and I’ll probably never be married.”

“Cadet?” Levi’s hand came up from your chin to rest his palm against your cheek. “You talk about choices, you told me about how you never followed the path set for you. Why don’t you allow yourself some peace, some comfort? If not for yourself, for others, for your fellow comrades?”

“Are you asking to fuck me, sir?” your body felt heavy, uncomfortably numb but you couldn’t will yourself to move an inch, your mind was frazzled.

“I’m asking for permission to comfort you, both of us. I’m tired of being alone, aren’t you?” his face had fallen completely, and you were in awe of how open and raw Levi was.

You didn’t answer him, instead pushing his hands off of your face to capture his cheeks in your own hands, forcing your lips together. Fuck the world, fuck the titans, fuck every single thing that dared to bother you and your existence. You were tired, tired of denying yourself pleasures and comfort and basic human interaction. Who cared if you all died? Would it be for naught that you had never gotten to know your comrades? What would be the point in dying for your military if you didn’t have a motivation, a passion driving you? You were so fucking lonely, and Levi was too as he crashed his lips against yours, wrapping his long arms around your back to hold you closer.

You felt the older ravenette pull away for a moment, tugging his shirt over his head to reveal his scarred and muscular chest. You ran your fingers over his middle slowly, taking in every dip and every flex of his body. Levi was beautiful, and you felt honored that you were here in this moment, with a man who had heard more of your thoughts and feelings than any person before. He stopped your hands as they came to his pecks, pushing your arms high to remove your own shirt.

Your nipples hardened meeting the cold air, exposed now in the dim candle light. You didn’t dare cover yourself, nor did Levi let you get the chance. His hands were all over your chest within an instant, caressing and groping as his lips met yours once again. You hadn’t bothered to tell Levi that he was your first kiss, the first man to see you naked, the first man who had shown genuine interest in you and your body. Maybe you’d tell him later, but for now, you just wanted to quell the thoughts swarming your mind.

You stood quickly, maneuvering your lips to the side of his exposed neck. Your kisses were sweet, innocent and pure as Levi began to pull your shorts off, your panties accompanying the fabric. You kicked out of them as Levi grabbed the back of your head, groaning as he slammed your mouths together once more in an open kiss.

Your hands were everywhere on his skin, trying desperately to remember every single detail, knowing that this would most likely be a one time thing. You knew the risks of becoming entangled in a romantic relationship in the military, more so the scouts. Levi or you, or anyone, could die at any moment. This only motivated you further in your desire, ripping down his pants, mildly surprised to see your captain not wearing any underpants.

Levi breathily mumbled as he grasped your waist and led you flat on your back atop his bed, “I thought you were dead today.”

“I’m not, and neither are you,” you hushed his spoken thoughts with another passionate kiss. He tasted minty from his tea, smelled of woodsy musk from his obvious earlier shower, his touch so soft as he grazed your body up and down.

You felt his knees between your legs as he loomed over you, pushing apart your thighs at the force. His right hand stroked your cheek as his tongue prodded past your willing lips, swollen from his attention. His left hand ventured south, resting upon the curve of your hip, digging his fingers to feel the supple flesh.

“You’re quite beautiful, y’know,” he mirrored your earlier ministrations, placing sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck. “One of the reasons I was so fascinated by you, I couldn’t understand how you weren’t married.”

“Maybe in another life,” you simply put, attention drawn to how sinful his lips felt against your flushed skin. He sucked on a particularly sensitive spot, and a whimper left your lips at the contact. You could feel your center slicken, cold air consuming all of your exposed skin. Levi’s hand dared closer and closer to your desire, and you made out the distinguished poke of his manhood against your lower stomach.

When his fingertips nudged against your folds, Levi let out a groan of pleasure, “You’re so wet, cadet. I’ve barely touched you.”

“Captain, I need this,” you begged, your hands wrapping around his neck to pull him flush against you. “Please, distract me, make me forget.”

Levi felt no need to answer your pleads, instead allowing his fingers to familiarize himself with your most intimate of parts. His eyes stayed trained on yours, taking in every expression you made, one catching his focus immediately as his pointer finger circled the top of your folds. It felt like a button, and you started moaning desperately as he continued his circling.

“Feels good?” your captain asked, insecurity in the back of his mind.

“Yes,” you took your right hand away from Levi’s neck, grabbing his wrist that was in between your legs, dipping his fingers to your dripping entrance. “Need you here.”

He plunged his pointer and middle fingers in, and your velveteen walls clenched around him. You had pleasured yourself many times just like this, but the heightened pleasure of someone else’s knuckles deep inside you was incredible. No one had ever touched you like this before, looked at you so lovingly and so lustfully. His fingers scissored inside you, and you knew your patience would soon snap.

When Levi’s fingers curled upwards, you thought you were going to pass out. Your eyes screwed shut as loud mewls left your lips, Levi’s free hand covering your mouth. Your hips bucked upwards in his touch, hips rolling fast as your clit caught the fat of his palm. You could feel the familiar bubble of your climax, threatening to spill over as you arched your back.

Levi pulled his fingers from your weeping cunt then, so agonizingly slowly, “No, cadet. Not yet.”

You whined, pressure settling down in your abdomen as Levi took his soaking hand to his hard cock. You couldn’t believe that you hadn’t paid attention to his girth before, he was gorgeous. All the hard work and all the violence had sculpted your captain as if he were a statue. His length stood at full attention, pressed against his belly, his balls hanging in the free space between his thick thighs. You moaned at the sight of Levi stroking himself, seeing the glisten of your arousal coat him. He let out a strangled groan, before letting himself go, falling unceremoniously to capture your lips once again.

“You ready?” Levi asked permission, his kiss so sweet and tender, and you realized then the weight of all of this. You were about to lose your virginities to each other, he would forever hold a mark on you.

You smiled, so full of adoration, there wasn’t anyone else you’d rather be with right now as you spoke, “Yes, sir.”

Levi gripped the base of his dick, bumping the engorged head against your sensitive clit and through your folds as he coated himself more in your essence. You both knew this was going to hurt you, and had either of you not been in such a hurry, you’d take the time to mutually pleasure each other until your bodies were truly ready for this intimate act. There were no coherent thoughts in this moment, only pure passion and animalistic desire.

His tip sunk in, and you felt like you were going to be split in half. Your hands shot up to his arms, nails leaving half crescents on his biceps, your ankles hooking together on his ass as you tensed up at the pain.

“Relax,” he kissed your jaw with a groan. “Gonna’ take care of you.”

You nodded, focusing on his words instead of the pain. Your pelvic floor relaxed, and Levi was able to push himself deeper into your cavern.

“There’s no blood?” Levi questioned you curiously as he glanced down to where your bodies met, not moving even a centimeter to allow you to adjust.

The pain was quickly fading as you mumbled, “Probably broke my hymen on a goddamn horse.”

You both let out a breathy laugh, and Levi’s right hand came to stroke your cheek, pushing back your hair out of your face, “I’ll have to kill that horse then.”

You were rattling your brain for a witty response to your captain when Levi shifted, stroking his length backwards as your walls fluttered around him. Your face was no longer scrunched in pain, your eyebrows unfurrowed and your mouth hung open, feeling nothing but pleasure as his left hand shot to your pulsing pussy, thumbing your clit with the lightest of touches.

“Captain,” you stuttered, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Feels good.”

“Yeah,” he pushed his forehead to yours, his own eyes closing as he pushed his cock back into your depths, so slowly.

You placed a gentle kiss to his lips for a brief moment, neck craning off the pillow under your head. You felt a cramp as he kissed you back, so gently and so softly. You moved your mouth to his jaw, peppering kisses along any exposed skin you reach.

His right hand stayed positioned to your face, his grey colored orbs opened, focusing on your face. You looked up then, and felt your heart hammering in your chest. Levi was so handsome, his eyebrows furrowed, eyes softened without the weight of reality crashing down on him.

“I’m glad it’s you,” your arms were still wrapped around his neck as you rubbed soft circles along the ridge of his undercut. His hips held such a passionate, steady rhythm as he continued plunging into you.

Levi didn’t respond, his hand angling your face to his again. Although unspoken, you could see in his face that he appreciated your words, his thrusts faster in pace now. You couldn’t stop the moans from exiting your throat, volume increasing as his thumb worked you with more pressure. He swallowed your noises with his lips, not even kissing, the two of you just breathing into one another’s mouth.

Suddenly the distance wasn’t close enough, Levi’s hand left the curve of your cheek to wrap his arm around the middle of your back, forcing your body completely against his sweating one. His lips began to work against yours, sloppy and messy as you kissed the man back with the same fever.

Levi’s pace was solid, deep and without error. Your hips tried desperately to meet his thrusts, his wrist in between your centers blocking you from doing so. Your captain didn’t even so much as warn you to stop, his thumb rolling faster against your now swollen clit, that same heat in your stomach rebuilding rapidly. The two of you were so lost in each other, your arms leaving his neck to wrap around his shoulders and forcing his head down to your neck where he lapped and peppered kisses to conceal his own moans. You did the same, lips attached to the curve where his muscular shoulder met his neck.

His touch was unrelenting, but you felt the unmistakable shutter as he plunged right to your cervix, goosebumps rising on his skin under your fingertips. You let out a muffled moan, your nails clawing at his back, your legs somehow tighter around his backside.

Levi’s thumb rubbed harder, so much faster now than his thrusts. Your pussy was fluttering rapidly now, clenching and unclenching around his girth, you were so close. You had a feeling your captain was as well, his pace increasing even faster.

“I’m cumming,” you pulled away from his shoulder to warn Levi, sucking the sensitive area of his neck.

Levi moaned in pleasure, bucking his hips hard into you, and this was what sent you over the edge. Levi couldn’t move even if he wanted to as your cunt gripped him so tightly, contracting so hard around his length. You could hear a string of curses and ‘ah’s from his lips as your hips bucked wildly into his hand, rubbing your clit along his stilled thumb. You’d had plenty of self given orgasms before, but feeling completely filled as your walls fluttered around something was a pleasure you knew you’d be seeking again.

Your teeth were sunk into his neck, and Levi was finally able to continue his strokes as your orgasm slowed, your body limping. His thumb started once more, and you were whimpering at the overstimulation, your contractions not even done. He was pounding into you now, growling into your neck, you could feel the sharp clench of his jaw dig into your shoulder. It didn’t take you more than a minute to build up another orgasm, and as the new waves of pleasure slammed into you, Levi was pulling out.

You came around nothing as Levi rutted into your stomach, feeling the smear of hot cum rub against your middles. He was bucking desperately, moaning and whimpering. The sounds he made paired with the nonstop movement of his thumb only heightened your pleasure, your left hand coming to caress the back of his head.

He removed his touch from you, taking his dripping hand to your waist as his thrusts against your stomach slowed. It crawled under your back to meet his other arm, and he placed sensual, slow kisses to your neck. You did the same, thanking him non verbally. His head lifted, eyes half lidded as he placed his lips to yours, locking them in a saccharine embrace. He pulled away after a few moments, sliding off of your sticky body and out of the bed. Your arms fell to your sides, and he slipped his pants on, avoiding the area of his lower stomach where his cum was drying quickly. He rushed to his dresser, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping himself down quickly, returning back to your body to clean your middle as well.

“You’ll probably need to shower,” Levi broke the silence as he pulled the rag away, his empty hand roaming the curve of your side.

“Probably,” you mumbled in bliss, enjoying his light touch. “I’ll get up in just a minute.”

“You could stay,” Levi offered awkwardly, halting his movements.

“It’s okay, I think I want to be alone,” you smiled, your brain foggy. “Also don’t need rumors to start up if anyone sees me leaving your room in the morning.”

Levi only hummed as you pulled your naked body to a full stand, reaching for your discarded clothes. You pulled your long sleeve over your head first, the edges brushing against the tops of your thighs, stepping into your panties and shorts quickly. The silence was almost overwhelming, neither of you sure of what exactly to say.

“Captain Levi,” you finally spoke, ready to depart. “Thank you.”

He grabbed your wrist, pulling your body to his with no real force, kissing you passionately. You kissed him back hungrily, and had you been more experienced, you would’ve felt the flicker of sparks deep within your stomach, a signal of unconscious feelings sprouting within you.

You pulled away from him, a smile playing at your lips as he spoke raspily, “You know where to go if you don’t want to be alone.”

You threaded your fingers through his open palm, bringing his knuckles to your lips as you placed a soft peck to the back of his hand, “I will, Captain. Goodnight.”

The heat of the sun beat harshly on your back, your body in a full ache as you dodged a punch from Eren. You went to lift your leg into a kick, a yelp leaving your lips at the feeling that you were going to rip in half, and quickly shifted your hips to plan a new attack. Thankfully, your fake out worked, seeing Eren prepare himself for your leg, not for your first to go flying into his gut.

With a loud groan of pain, Eren laid flat on his back in the dirt. Your chests heaved, sweat dripping down your skin, and you extended your palm to the younger boy. You had won this spar, and Eren huffed as he smacked his hand away playfully.

“I had you last time! I can’t believe I lost again!” he complained, eyebrows furrowed as he screwed his eyes shut in a fit.

You laughed then, crossing your arms over your chest, “You got lucky, Jaeger.”

Around the two of you, all the cadets were still in their own sparring matches. Even in your weary state, you had been the first match finished, and you feel a swell of pride. You were getting stronger, more fit to survive the harsh reality of this world.

“Cadets,” Captain Levi made himself known then, stepping forward from the row of squad leaders, unbeknownst to you and Eren he had been watching with a trained eye the entire fight.

“Captain!” you saluted, Eren lazily following along silently.

Levi’s eyes lingered over you for a minute, before shifting his attention to Eren before scoffing, “Pathetic, Jaeger. You need to work on your form.”

You tried desperately to hide a smirk, eyes lit up in amusement as Eren frowned deeply, sighing, trying not to lash out on your superior. Levi continued, “Cadet, good job.”

“Thank you, Captain,” you smiled brightly, now trying to conceal the oncoming heat of your blush flaming up your neck, licking the tips of your ears.

“However, never let your guard down after you think you’ve won.”

The sound of your skull cracking into the ground beneath you sent your vision in a dizzy frenzy. Levi hovered over you, and you could make out the lingering feeling of his boot hitting your stomach, causing you to lay flat on your back. The sun was high in the sky today, not a single cloud in view or whisk of wind felt.

“Ow,” you heaved, bringing yourself into a seated position, hunched over. “What was that for?”

“You can’t always predict what a titan’s next move is going to be,” Levi cooly explained, crouching down to meet your eye level. “This is how you fucked up, both times, with an abnormal. You have to pay attention. You can’t let yourself get caught up in a victory. Understood, brat?”

You nodded, feeling your ears grow hot as multiple sets of eyes watched on in curiosity, “Yes, sir.”

“I’ll see you in my office after dinner for your punishment,” his eyes twinkled, a hint of a smirk on the corner of his lips. “Cockiness is not befitting for a brat like you.”

You groaned, biting your tongue to hold back words you knew would come across as disrespectful. You didn’t see what you did to deserve a punishment, but you huffed as Levi strolled away, yelling at Eren about something. Probably about his smirk when he watched you fall on your ass.

Turns out your punishment was anything but, instead a much rougher fucking left your body nearly in shambles. This became a routine, instead of traveling outside to stare at the stars and lose yourself in your thoughts, Levi’s body became your comfort, your relief. He felt the same, pouring his loneliness into your willing body as he claimed you night after night, week after week.

He’d tell you sometimes in the afterglow of your orgasms that this was strengthening the squad, this was for the betterment of the scouts. Because what better way was there to build trust? You’d listen half heartedly, knowing this was all an excuse to rationalize why you continued seeking each other’s comfort.

Levi was soon fiercely protective of you, and you unconsciously him. This was reinforced after the 57th expedition failed horribly, the faces of your deceased squad members haunting your dreams every night. Levi would hold you as you sobbed through the nightmares. It hurt, so fucking much. Levi would whisper to you that you just had to keep moving forward. You would nod your head and listen. Your captain knew best, and you were finding it harder every passing day to pretend that he didn’t.

You didn’t try to make sense of your relationship, just letting it exist. Some days you’d push him away, others you’d pull the ravenette closer to your body. Caught between wanting to leave the man you’d realized you’d fallen in love with, or go into hiding away from the military with Levi and marry the son of a bitch. You liked to think he felt the same, his words few, but his acts spoke volumes of his feelings.

And when you laid limp on the battlefield, titan corpses steaming around you, your breaths shallow as your tired body began to prepare to shut down, you smiled. Everything all at once came flooding to you as you stared up at the sky, completely alone.

You blinked at the clouds, painted so pretty in pinks and oranges at the setting sun. You could hear your name being screamed somewhere in the distance, the voice vaguely familiar. You felt relief wash over you as the large open wound on your stomach gushed an unbelievable amount of blood. Full of shock, your adrenaline keeping your pain at bay, you thought humorously that you had no idea you had that much blood running through your body.

Raven hair and charcoal eyes entered your hazy vision, and you kept that smile on your face. Your fingers reached up, reaching Levi’s soaking cheek, not being able to tell if it was because of blood, or tears. You smoothed your thumb under his eye, and you were being lifted. You couldn’t hear his words, only the dullness of sound as the world continued to slow around you.

You stared at the clouds, completely at peace. You had conquered your biggest fear, growing close to another, just to lose them. Images of Levi flashes before your eyes, his stoic expression, his commanding leadership, his sensual caresses, his passionate kisses as he poured all of his feelings out for you. You loved him, you realized. You were so happy that you got to experience this in this lifetime.

The colors of the sky blurred together, and you could feel the wind whisk around you as Levi shot off on his odm gear. You were finally flying in the clouds.

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