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bloomries · 1 year ago

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y-you're too close!

includes : lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, and belphegor.

summary : they get a little too close to your face— and how are you supposed to ignore their mesmerizing eyes or kissable lips?

warnings : gn! reader. kissing (lucifer, satan, belphegor).

LUCIFER

Lucifer had, of course, went to visit you- and you just so happened to be in an empty classroom at the time. He found you rather easily, almost having a sixth sense for your presence. Standing behind you, he watched as read some words from a textbook before writing down an answer.

He then leans down to whisper in your ear, to teasingly praise you for your hardwork, when you turn your head to the side at just that moment— your lips brushing over his.

"L- Lucifer!?" You squeak, before falling out your seat from trying to pull back much too fast. His eyes widen, and he swiftly catches you before you can cause too much of a commotion.

"Are you alright?" He holds back a laugh, meanwhile you're trying to not have your heart explode.

"I'm fine- I just- you were- why were you so close!?" You manage to get out as he puts you back in place, your homework long forgotten by now. He tries to hide the quirk of his lip, but you see it and know he's preparing to tease you.

"Well, I wasn't expecting you to turn your head and try to kiss me." He says, touching his lips and shaking his head. "You must conduct yourself in a more respectful manner."

"You know I wasn't trying to- you just snuck up on me!" Lucifer frowns, still putting on an act special to you. He'd never act in such a silly manner to anyone else.

"But you still kissed me. You'll have to be held accountable." You groan, looking up at him with a dismal expression. You make him almost take pity on you, but then again he was never known as merciful.

"And how do you suppose I make up for my mistakes?"

"Hmm, perhaps kissing me again? On purpose this time, of course."

MAMMON

"Mammon, knock it off," You groan, pushing him away from you. He had been bothering you for the better half of the day, clinging on to you. You don't normally mind, but Mammon also doesn't normally poke your sides and pinch your thighs.

"Noo," He whines, and this naturally leads into you two play wrestling, Mammon ending up with his face perhaps a little too close to yours when he pins you down against the bed. Your eyes widen when you realize just how close he is.

"Hey, let up." You struggle in his grip and he huffs, getting all smug.

"No way. I won fair 'nd squa...re.... ah," That's when Mammon realized just how close to your face he was. "Uh..." He doesn't pull away from you, though his grip loosens. Now you're both messes. Mammon's hot in the face, and you're trying hard to ignore how sweaty your palms have grown.

After a few seconds on bashful staring at each other, Mammon finally pulls away and lets out a shaky loud laugh. "Ha, well, I won. So... I get to stay."

You're still too flustered to deny him, so you just nod wordlessly. However, the tension in the air is thick, and Mammon is like a statue from how he barely moves.

Both of you painfully aware of the obvious affections you two have been showing nonstop over the last few months, but none of it being really faced until just now- when you two were basically a inch away from kissing.

"Should we, uhm, y'know, talk... about what just-"

"I just remembered I have to do, uh, dishes!" Mammon stood up abruptly. "I- I'll talk to ya later!" Oh, this is definitely going to cause a few awkward days in the House of Lamentation.

LEVIATHAN

Leviathan and you had been up for hours on the new game he got, collecting items, ravaging villages, defeating enemies, and it all lead to now— the final boss. Through sweat, blood, and tears you two managed to defeat the final boss in a total of four minutes and fifty six seconds.

"Y- Yes!" You both shouted, cheering and jumping up from your seats, clinging on to each other with damn near tear in your eyes. "Yes! We did it!" Levi cried, squeezing you tightly.

You laugh with joy, pulling away from the hug only to be met face-to-face with Levi.

"Didn't doubt us for a second," You smile, a flirty lilt in your tone that has Levi sudden very conscious on how close you two are. Your eyes flicker down to his lips and he gasps- were you- no, no way! he was a gross otaku! you must be mistaken! yes, that's it!

And thus, Levi is quick to push your face away and accidentally push you back into your gaming chair. "Ow," you pout, and Levi gasps once more.

"S- Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay, Levi, really," You chuckle, and he awkwardly laughs with you. He sits down back in his seat, letting the end music play as he messes with the hem of his shirt.

"I thought, I thought you were going to kiss me for a second," He admits bashfully, chuckling as if that was impossible. You quirk a brow, leaning back in your seat and eyeing him.

"I was."

"Haha, yeah exactly you weren't- wait, what!?"

"I said, I was. I was going to kiss you, Levi." You push yourself forward, your face once again impossibly close to his and he chokes on his own breath before squeezing his eyes shut, lips puckering forward a little.

You press a finger to his lips, and he peaks an eye open- disappointed. "Aw, too bad you missed your chance today, how about you try again tomorrow?" Ah, he most definitely would- if he didn't talk himself down by then!

SATAN

"Wait, so, forward, right- uhm, oh!" You had asked Satan to teach you how to dance upon getting the invitation to Diavolo's upcoming ball. Apparently demons love ballroom dancing. However, in your attempt to learn, you've come to realize that you're dancing skills are possibly a little rusty.

"Sorry," You chuckle, you had tripped over your own feet for the umpteenth time, but at least it was Satan's? You sigh, looking up at him as he looks down at you, and oh. Oh wow.

It was quiet, except for the classical music playing softly in the background. Your heart is racing, and you fear that in your close proximity he might be able to feel it. He fears the same, his grasp on you tightening. He has that charming smile resting on his features, despite the storm in his mind!

How desperately you want to kiss him- and had his eyes always been so green?

Your certain your cheeks are on fire, and you want so badly for the ground to swallow you up. You can't form any words, just staring like a lovesick fool- and Satan is doing no better. He's at a loss for words, truly. How could he even begin to form a sentence worth interrupting this moment?

Then, a book falls to the ground with a loud thud- a mischievous tabby meowing and stretching somewhere. You both pull away, Satan's cheeks growing a rosy color as he clears his throat.

"Maybe we should take a break? I'll... I'll go get us some waters," You say, about to leave, however Satan can't help himself and pulls you by the waist towards him.

"Please forgive me," He whispers, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"Kiss m-" With that, he kisses you deeply. A kiss that certainly will make itself into your dance routine with Satan at the ball next week.

ASMODEUS

"What do you think?" Asmo asks, scooting closer to you, showing off the new look he was attempting- and obviously he was nailing it. He looked perfect, but that wasn't unusual in his case.

"Pretty as always," You say, not really looking at him. He was always showing off looks that were amazing, so you already knew that it was perfect. He whines, shimmying closer to you.

"You're not looking!" He pouts, and you sigh, turning your head abruptly- not expecting him to be so close. Oh. He did look very pretty. And now your cheeks are warm. "Thank you! So, how does it look?" He asks, as if the close proximity wasn't bothering him.

"You look nice- good- you look... good..." He frowns. Well good wasn't good enough. He pulls back and checks in the mirror, but finds not a single product out of place. He whips back around towards you, getting even closer to your face.

"Just good?"

"You look beautiful," You say, and he blinks in shock at your earnestness. He's glad the make up is covering up the blush that surely spreads on his cheeks.

"Oh my, are you falling for my good looks?" His teasing comment ruins the moment, and you scoff, shaking your head as you turn to look back at your phone.

"You wish, princess." You say, pushing him away by the shoulder. You ignore the heart palpitations as you scroll through your DDD.

BEELZEBUB

"Oh, Beel, you got something right there..." You say, pointing to your cheek to where Beelzebub had some sauce. Beel looks down at the food in his hands- both hands were pretty occupied, so he leaned in for you to wipe it away for him.

"W- What?-" It seems he underestimated how small the table was, though, as he leaned in way too close! Face hot, you lift a shaky hand to wipe away the sauce with a napkin and then he shoots you the biggest, most kissable grin in the world.

"Thanks!" He chuckles, before leaning back and taking another bite of his food. You can only stare at the table now though, lest you wish to continue your rather romantic thoughts.

Beel notices this, and once again leans in close— Damn it, is he trying to give you a heart attack!? He furrows his brows as he inspects you, before frowning. Shit, did he realize that you were having definitely not friendly thoughts?

"Are you okay? You look a lil' sick." He says, leaning back. You let a silent breath of relief before nodding.

"I'm fine, just... just a little hot, that's all." And technically, you weren't lying.

BELPHEGOR

"Shuddup," Belphegor groans, rolling over on to his side to face you, before grabbing your waist and pulling you into him. You gasp, not from the action- honestly, this is a rather typical evening with Belphegor (he claims he "sleeps better" when you're near him) but you gasp due to how close your face is to his.

Usually you land near his chest or vise versa, but this face-to-face view was definitely making you grow quiet. Belphegor was pleased with this, before he realized it took quite a lot to usually shut you up. He peaks an eye open with a frown.

"What's your deal?" When you don't respond and instead try to wiggle out of his arms, he tightens his grip and gets even closer. "Hm? Trying to get away?"

"Yes! Let me gooo!"

"Nah," He grins, realizing what's happening. "I think you don't really want me to let you go anyways, right? You wanna stare at my face longer? Wanna kiiisss meeee?" You groan, wishing to strangle the annoying demon. He laughs when you don't deny him.

"I knew it," He flutters his lashes close and pouts his lips out a little, trying to appear 'pretty' or... something? You just shake your head, done with his teasing. Grabbing his collar, you admire his natural beauty for a second— after all, who knows when you'll be so close to his face again— before catching him off guard with a kiss

Letting go of you out of shock, you're quick to run away, leaving Belphegor in a stunned, blushing mess. Stupid humans...~

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letbludcook · 3 months ago

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warning. explicit sexual content

tags. creampie, slight dumbification, blud tried to be gentle only to end up ravaging you, idiots in love type of fucking

you and him having sex for the first time and he's so annoyingly gentle as if you're made of fragile glass. the fact that he still managed to make you cum with his fingers despite all that baffled you.

but then, just right after you came, he hesitates putting his dick inside. he gets out of bed, says something along the lines of "let me get us a bath," until he hears you huff a sob. he turns to you again only to see you touching yourself. begging him, perhaps out of spite, to drop the hesitation.

you're a big girl—his girl, even—and that means you'd be able to take all of him. you know what made him walk back to bed, pet your head, pepper you kisses, and mutter apologies?

"i've been prepping myself like this every night, been imagining you inside me for as long as i can remember."

you incoherently moan your grievances—of how much you need him, of how desperate you are to feel his dick slamming you, of your yearning to hear the slushing wet sounds of his balls slapping against your skin as he pushes even deeper, and most of all, of his cum flooding you at the peak of it all.

what a bad man he is, he thinks to himself, as he pulls your fingers out of your cunt. he brings it to his mouth, holding back a chuckle.

"prepping yourself with this, darling?" he muses, then sucks on your fingers clean, savoring your taste. you nod, pathetically so, and he shakes his head. "but these pretty little fingers are far from enough if we're talking about prepping."

it's the thought that counts, though—his gentle apology kiss on your hand tells you that much. and you quickly come to understand his point when he replaces your fingers with his actual dick.

"you see?"

then he thrusts inside.

god, it is indeed not enough to prep you.

"b-but, yeah," he rasps, then there goes another thrust, "it must be hard for you, no?" he thrusts again; you gape your mouth open, "never knew you like me—fuck, baby—this much."

hell you do like him so much; if you're not a babbling mess you'd be able to throw a banter, but he sucks on your nipple, quickly earning your forgiveness.

"mind repeating what you said earlier?"

which one? you ask in your mind, physically incapable to speak as soon as his fingers flick on your clit.

"you want my cum flooding you? you like me that much to let me do that, huh?"

"yes!" you wail, oh the things that could bring you back from being dumbed by this man. "b-been—hah—yearning for it, please."

his approving hum thereafter just tells how pleasured he'd be to do that. you really are no fragile glass he must mind touching. you're his girl, his woman, and you own every crevice of his body. if you wish a hard one, then a hard one you'll get.

it doesn't take long for him to lose control as per your wishes—his dick slamming, the wet slaps of your skin echoing inside your bedroom in synch with your cries and his growls. much to your pleasure, he eventually traps your legs down so it wouldn't escape as he cums.

you're trapped—helplessly bound, wrists on top of your head by his hand—because you want to. because you wish for it. when he buries his dick deep inside you feel his seed gushing, emptying, as he struggles to flutter his eyes open because he wants to see your face while he empties himself. it brought you to a seemingly endless bliss.

you two take your pretty time coming off your highs.

and despite your weakened state, you still sit up to look down as his cum drips from your cunt.

you giggle softly, thinking; this wouldn't be the last time you'd ask him to do this.

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lucysarah-c · 8 months ago

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Thinking about Levi being this amazing lover who leaves you breathless is great, amazing, perfect. Love it.

Then why does my mind tend to wander so much to Levi being sexually frustrated? Like this man closed up in the scouts after being taken out of the underground, stuck with a bunch of other guys in the barracks. Levi cherishes his privacy; he may have been young when he left the underground, but there's no way he's going to be jerking off under some thin blanket with the stink of mothballs while the others sleep. Then he finally gets his own room, his own office, bathroom, everything, but... he's so overwhelmed with work that he hardly has time to think about anything else.

He knows he's the one who reprimands the cadets if they are being hormonal little shits. But then some nights he simply can't help it. Hand on the slippery tiles, gripping it in vain as he bites his bottom lip and his hand works relentlessly on his cock. Squeezing it in all the right spots, playing with his own balls the way he knows drives him crazy. Some nights he gets off more than twice, but it's not the same. His mind replays vivid memories from the humid, dark dead ends of the underground city. With rushed quickies and the passionate recklessness of youth. No, his hand even pales in comparison to the memory of having his dick milked dry by some warm, slippery cunt.

Then, that's when you come into his thoughts. He simply can't stop thinking about you; he feels like he's a teenager all over again, and he hates it. He wets his sheets like a pre-teen having dreams. He brews you a tea that you softly blow on because it's too hot, and he simply can't help but imagine your gorgeous lips so close to his dick, smiling mischievously but not touching him. Your body in the harness only fuels wild thoughts of how he would tie you up, force you into position, snap those belts against your skin until it's boiling red.

And perhaps, just perhaps... the real reason why he asks for a blow job before he ravages you in bed is eagerness under the guise of dominance. He's scared of not lasting long enough if he doesn't finish once, perhaps making himself look like a fool and cumming as soon as he finally feels the welcoming heat of your velvet walls.

But Levi would never admit it, of course not.

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ninibeingdelulu · 4 months ago

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Tch, brat

synopsis: oh, to have a love-hate relationship with Levi..

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose wearily, feeling the telltale throb of an impending migraine pounding against his skull.

You were at it again - defiant arms folded tightly, bottom lip jutting out in that infuriatingly bratty pout he'd recognize anywhere.

"Don't give me that childish look right now, you stubborn little brat." He growled lowly, leaden eyes boring into your indignant glare.

"I'm already in no mood for your usual antics after dealing with those incompetent morons in the field all day."

You scoffed audibly, canting your head to one side as long strands spilled over a bare shoulder.

"Well excuse me for being born with a spine and healthy dose of self-respect, Captain. Unlike some of those spineless lapdogs dangling after your every whim."

Levi's jaw flexed visibly, mercurial temper spiking dangerously at your snide implication. In three strides, he'd closed the distance separating you - muscular frame now looming mere inches separating your contrasting forms.

Close enough for you to detect his clean, earthy musk intermixing with familiar notes of black tea and steel.

"Tread very carefully with whatever smart-mouth bullshit you think you're about to spew next, brat." Levi murmured almost inaudibly.

Yet the scorching intensity laced behind those softly uttered syllables brooked absolutely zero rebuttal.

His towering presence was suffocating - practically enveloping your more diminutive frame like a silk tourniquet steadily tightening around your windpipe.

You found your cocky facade instinctively fracturing as Levi's unyielding dominance flooded every receptor with electrifying undercurrents of shivery awareness.

Yet a petulant flicker of defiance obstinately refused extinguishing no matter how intimidating his aura radiated outwards.

So instead of submitting with instant contrition like any sane person, you leaned upwards - eliminating that final breathless sliver separating your noses with one pointed tilt of your chin.

"Make me, old man." You taunted, voice a husky murmur dripping with insouciant dismissal as foreheads brushed together. "Unless putting mouthy, disrespectful underlings in their place is truly beyond the great Captain's abilities these days."

For several heartbeats, only the harsh rasp of your mingled breathing filled the dense silence enveloping your conjoined frames. Then before any reactions sparked into action -

Levi grabbed your face with one hand with bruising force. Yet the accompanying look of dark, undisguised hunger ravaging his flinty features dispelled any implications of fresh hostilities escalating further.

Because you recognized that particular glint flickering within his blown pupils very intimately indeed.

Somehow anticipating occurred first, your ankles instinctively latched around Levi's hips just as he gripped beneath your thighs and effortlessly hoisted you upwards.

Until you found yourself pinned flush against the corridor's adjacent wall with a solid thump audible doors away.

A dangerous little smirk slowly inched across his face as Levi ground his hardening arousal into your pelvis without preamble.

However, his next gruff words all but growled past those thin, quirked lips nevertheless.

"I'll give you precisely what this filthy little mouth has been begging for all evening, brat - whether you can take every unforgiving inch properly remains to be seen."

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m-jelly · 7 months ago

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Dragon Levi x Reader NSFW, Dragon Levi suddenly has a rut during their wedding night @2moth-anon2 requested

Loving rut

Levi x fem!reader

Royal AU, romance, fluff, married, smut, monster fucking, dragon Levi, breeding talk, rut, unprotected sex, aftercare.

Levi goes into a rut on your wedding day, so he takes you to the bedroom and ravages you.

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The whole day had been full of celebrations and deep love. No matter how much Levi tried to control a growing feeling inside him, he couldn’t stop it. Levi had faced a rut before with you, but this was something different. Seeing you in your wedding dress with a smile and dancing with love in your heart surrounded by flowers was hypnotic to him.

Arousal pulsed inside him as he throbbed with need. For the wedding, he had become his dragon hybrid form with his tail, horns, claws and even some scales on his skin. He was a bit taller, his tongue was long and pointed. Another thing affected by his hybrid form was his penis, it was thick, and long with a pointed tip and bumps along it.

Watching you dance and laugh was wonderful, but he needed more. Before he knew it, he strolled across the dance hall filled with friends and staff until he stopped right before you. A deep need burned inside him as he looked down at you in your white dress with flowers in your hair, your breasts pressed perfectly in your corset.

You gave him a smile that made his cock twitch. "Hello, Levi, my handsome husband." You reached up and caressed his cheek. "Everything okay?"

"I need you. I need you alone in our room." He panted a little. "I need to breed you."

You felt your whole body flush at those words. "I need you too."

He lifted you up and raced with you through the halls and to the bedroom. It didn't matter to him that he had guests because you were the only thing on his mind. As soon as he reached the bedroom he had you slammed against the bedroom door with his lips on yours.

You clung to your husband tightly as his hot pointed tongue moved against yours. You felt like you were melting because of the intense pleasure and heat that was emanating from Levi. You felt dizzy with how much heat and desire was coming from your man. You'd go through a rut of his before, but this was different.

Levi's clawed finger looped around your underwear. His lips dragged along your jawline to your ear. "I want to mate you. I need it. Please say yes."

You leaned your head back against the wall and moaned. "Take me."

He tore your underwear with ease before tugging his trousers open and releasing his thick cock covered in bumps and scales. He lined himself up with you, pressed his tip in a little and bucked lightly just to see if you were okay. The pleading mewls coming from you and your soaking wet pussy hinted to him that you wanted him.

When his need consumed him, his mouth opened wide and as soon as he chomped on the crook of your neck he plunged his cock deep into you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you cried out in euphoric bliss. Your toes curled up in pleasure causing one heel to drop off your foot.

Levi growled into the bite and began pounding his hips as hard and as fast as he knew your sweet, soft and cute human body could take. He dragged his tongue over the bite up to your ear. "Bunny." He grunted with pleasure. "Mine." He gripped your thighs tightly and parted them more. "All of me. You must take every inch of my cock."

You panted and moaned as Levi pressed as deep as possible into you. Each push of his cock in and out of you was incredible. Every single inch of his dragon dick was everything you needed and more. You could feel the coil tightening up inside you and you were going to feel the rush of your orgasm soon.

Levi tapped his forehead against yours. "Cum for me."

You let go and moaned against his lips as you shivered from head to toe. "Levi."

He softly kissed you. "Good girl." He carried you and slammed you on your back against the bed. He stood up slowly and growled. "My sweet wife." He ran a clawed hand down your body and admired your wedding dress, how your breasts heaved in your dress. "All mine to breed."

You dragged your dress up your body and mewled in delight. "Sweet husband. All mine."

He pressed your legs down and against you, so you were now in the most perfect mating press. "Mate." He started pumping into you again. "Mate!"

You cupped Levi's face and moaned in delight. "Y-Yes." You shivered as pleasure pulsed inside you. "Breed me. Darling Levi."

He panted and growled as he kept slapping his hips against yours. "I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you." He had a moment of clarity when tears ran down his cheeks. He stopped his strong thrusts. "Bunny?" He called your name softly. "Bunny?"

You sniffed and smiled. "I'm just thrilled. I'm married to you finally and we're together like this."

He kissed you and hummed. "Such a sweet and adorable wife I have." He showered your face with kisses. He shifted his legs. "I love you so much."

"I love you. I love you, Levi."

He bucked into you as his hands squeezed your thighs. "Bunny." He growled as he felt his wings want to burst out of his back. He was deep in a rut, but this clarity remained. He growled as his hunger took over. "Ah, mm, ha, ha."

You reached behind you and gripped the pillows. "Levi, let go."

He gazed down at you. "Yes."

"Give in to your rut." You watched in awe as his beautiful big wings burst from his back. "Levi."

He bucked into you as his scales shone in the light. He pressed his body against you and made sure he rubbed himself against your clit. He smiled when you cried out in bliss. He saw you throw your head back as you were at the mercy of your loving husband.

You reached down and clawed at Levi's muscular chest a little as you were overwhelmed by the pleasure throbbing inside you. You couldn't control your body or push down the building orgasm that was coming again. Your legs were beginning to shake under Levi. You turned your head, bit your hand a little and mewled.

You cried out in pleasure when you felt the pop and the orgasm rip through your body. "Ah! Levi!"

He released your legs and wrapped you up in his arms. "Bunny." You growled as he pumped his hips a little faster. "Mate. Need to mate you." He plunged deep into you and released a deep growl of a moan as his cum pumped into you. He nuzzled the crook of your neck and moaned your name. He purred and kissed your face all over. "I love you."

You shivered. "Hot." You panted a bit. "Your cum is always so hot."

He leaned up and looked at you. "Bad or good?"

You giggled. "Good." You cupped his handsome face. "I love you, Levi."

"I love you too."

You felt his tail wrap around your leg and lightly touch you. "Is that your tail?"

He blushed a little. "Sorry, but I can't stop touching you." He purred as his lips dragged over your neck and chest. "I want to keep filling you with cum. I need to breed you."

Your walls clenched around Levi causing him to growl, he was still rock hard after cumming so much. "This is a big rut, huh?"

His eyes sparkled as he gazed at you. "It is, but I'll be a good boy." He caressed your cheek. "Do you need water? Something to eat?"

"But your rut."

He took your hand and showered it with kisses. "I can control it for a bit. My love for you overpowers my primal desires." He nipped your skin. "Plus, I have already bred you for a bit. I am having a moment of control." He held you close and stood up, your bodies still connected. "Water."

You hugged Levi tightly as you squeaked. "Th-thank you."

He sat you on the counter in the bathroom, your bodies squelching a little from the mix of cum trying to escape. He filled a cup with water and helped you drink. "Good bunny."

You licked your lips as you gazed at your husband. "Levi."

He purred. "Does my bunny desire her dragon lover?"

You nodded as you nibbled your lip. "I do."

He gripped your neck and purred. "I'll give you all of me."

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st4rymoon · 1 year ago

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𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵

⭐︎ Jonathan Levy x Afab reader

Warnings: professor x student, piv, unprotected sex, pussy! Eating, language, pet names (baby, sweetheart, doll), sweet Jonathan, loud reader has to be kept quiet, slight overstim, tummy bulge, dumbification

"Shhh baby quiet, keep quiet for me" Jonathan whispered as he buried himself between your thighs, his soft lips and beard rubbing against you as he ravaged your soaked pussy.

You weren't one for cliches but when your professor ended his messy divorce, neither of you could hold back.

Your fingers were tangling into his hair, you tugged harshly as he went back to sucking your sensitive clit. You were in his office, holding yourself up by the elbows as your legs were draped over his shoulders.

“Love this pretty pussy baby, all puffy and wet for me.” He hummed as you shakily cried out. Jonathan chuckled as you ignored his words, your noises just as loud as he lapped at your soaked pussy.

He was starting to get impatient from your lack of compliance, causing him to pull away half way through eating you. You whined but before you could protest his hand slapped onto your mouth “I told you to be quiet, you gonna listen?” He purred.

You nodded in agony as you felt yourself getting even needier as you looked into his eyes. His hands snaked up your hips, planting themselves on your hips as he leaned down and kissed you.

You moaned at the taste of yourself while Jonathan smiled into your lips, his jeans failing to hide his cock bulging through as he rubbed himself onto you. Your fingers unbuttoned his jeans as he cupped your face to kiss you deeper.

Jonathan was always passionate while fucking you no matter where it was, it made you love him even more. You managed to get his jeans as low as you could before he did the rest of the work, completely dropping his jeans and boxers to his ankles.

“Remember, quiet” he purred as he held your legs open wide, his eyes watching your glistening folds drip onto his desk. Cock in hand he rubbed himself between your folds, mouth falling open at the feeling of your warm pussy coating him perfectly.

“Look at me” Jonathan cooed while holding your face up “Yeah, just like that” he smiled, the look of need in your face making a rush of nerves go straight to his cock.

His hips thrust into you harshly but before you could let out a peep his palm was covering your mouth, his lips near your ear whispering to stay quiet as if his thrusts weren’t causing the noise.

The room filled with loud slapping and the desk creaking as he pounded you into the desk, your hands dug into his shoulders as he had one hand on your mouth and the other wrapped around your thigh to keep you from squirming.

Your muffled whines and cries spill into his palm as he mutters sweet praises “Doing so good for me doll, always so fucking perfect” he choked out. Your body slumped back as you felt your legs start to tremble, his hard thrusts making your legs start to hurt as he angled himself higher.

Jonathan’s eyes glued into your lower tummy, the bulge of his cock showing every time he fucked into you was intoxicating to watch. He could feel how deep he was in you, he could see you felt it just as he did.

He was no longer covering your mouth but no noises came out of you, just low whines and squeals everyone once and a while. “Got you to quiet down, didn’t I? Always seems to work” he chuckled as both of his hands held your legs wide open.

His vigorous thrusts make you spasm as you felt him continuously hit the perfect spot inside you “j- jon-“ you weakly muttered as you clawed at his arms, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy as his fingers played with your swollen clit.

“That’s it beautiful, that’s it.” Your body trembles as you clench around his cock, the wet sound growing louder as he fucked your overstimulated pussy. “Shhh” he smiled as he leaned down to cover your loudening cries.

“Love yo- love you so much. Best thing that’s ever happened to m- me.“ Jonathan seethed out as he filled you to the brim, his loads spilling out of your worn out pussy as he fucked himself into you.

You shined at his words, your body limp on his desk as you stared hazily up at the ceiling “You ok sweetheart?” He hummed as he massaged your legs. You nodded weakly as he pulled you up softly “Good thing I moved my papers off the desk huh?” He chuckled as he glared down at the mess the both of you made.

You nodded with a soft smile on your face, the glow of sex plastered on your face.

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whattheheckmidoriya · 2 years ago

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Steeped in Love pt. 1

Description: Levi Ackerman never expected to fall in love— he didn't consider himself capable of such a thing. But what's to become of his heart when you pull him out of the flames and offer a place for him to recover? What will he do when you barely make it back to him— when he hasn't yet mustered the courage to bear the secrets of his heart?

Pairing: Postwar!Levi x Firefighter!Reader

Warnings: building catching on fire

Word Count: 1,627

Author's note: After so much anticipation, it's finally here! I'm so excited to share more of this with you all, so please enjoy!♡

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"One coffee, black," Levi perked up, glancing away from the delicate cups he'd been so focused on scrubbing clean only to meet a gaze he's become warmly familiar with. "And make it a big one."

He couldn't help but click his tongue, turning back to the task at hand before replying with a plain, "This is a tea shop, not a cafe, you idiot." Scarred lips quirked up subtly at the exasperated sigh that seeped into his ears.

A tired hand massaged your temples as you leaned over the counter, waiting for him to turn to you. "I can see the damn coffee bags, Levi." You sighed, "You know that coffee place down the street is ass— help me out here."

The former Captain hummed, now satisfied with the sparkling reflection on the cup in his hands. Snatching a cloth to dry his hands with, he finally turned to you. The tired pull of your brow wasn't lost on him. "I heard about last night," Looking around, he made sure no customers had been left unattended. He crossed his arms. "How are you?"

A subtle smile tugged at your lips at the note of concern in his words. Your shoulders sagged as you released a weighted breath. "Been worse," What that implied made the man before you frown. You shrugged. "But everyone's safe, and that's all that matters."

Levi would've scoffed, hadn't he bit his tongue. Did you believe he didn't notice the darkening shadows under your eyes? You seemed to waver under the weight of it all just a bit more every day. He wished you'd let him ease that pressure off your shoulders, even just a fraction of it. He'd do it in a heartbeat.

There wasn't a single person in town who hadn't heard about last night's raging fire. It'd been a while since he'd seen destruction like that. He hated that you had been risking it all, staring down at the heart of those ravaging flames while he could only idly wait and read about the more gruesome details in the morning paper. A bitter taste settled on his tongue just thinking about it.

A scarred hand placed a travel cup over the counter, nudging it over in your direction. He quirked a brow at you, prompting you to take it.

You obliged without much of a fight, curiously eyeing the drink before taking a whiff of its scent. Warm. Roasted. Bitter, but sweetened to your liking. A weak smile threatened to curl your lips. "When did you make this?"

Levi shrugged nonchalantly, carefully watching your reaction as the rim of the cup met your lips. Satisfaction bubbled in his chest as he watched you relax into the drink's warmth. "Figured you'd need it," He commented, knowing well how last night's incident had snatched any chance of rest away from your begging hands. He didn't have the heart to point out the residue ash that still stained your cheeks and lingered under your nails. "Brewed it as soon as I opened the shop."

A small breath of amusement escaped you. For someone so obsessed with his tea, he surely knew how to brew your coffee just right. "My hero," you teased, taking another sip from the cup. "What would I do without you?"

This time, Levi allowed himself to scoff. He leaned over the counter, eyeing you under dark lashes. "You'd be choking on that shitty coffee from down the street."

You sputtered as a laugh soared past your lips. He still hadn't gotten used to such a wild melody. How exciting. A new glow flashed behind your eyes, a dazzling little thing that tugged at his heartstrings.

"Hey," you smiled, adjusting the collar of your jacket before sliding some money across the counter. "Thanks for the coffee, seriously."

Levi shook his head as he shoved the bills back in your direction. "It's on me," He cleared his throat, his gaze advising not to challenge him. "This town doesn't need the Captain of its fire department passing out in broad daylight."

You grumbled under your breath, stuffing the money back into your pockets. "Then how about I pay you with some dinner?"

At that, the former Captain froze. You chuckled at the sight.

"Nothing serious, I promise," You raised your hands in feigned surrender, gaze softening ever so slightly. "Just something to show my appreciation for the best tea shop owner in town!"

Levi rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, "You mean the only tea shop owner in town."

Shrugging, you leveled him with a teasing look. "My point still stands," Courage bubbled in your veins as you leaned on the counter, agonizingly close to him. "Let me pick you up tonight. We'll grab something to eat, and I'll have you back before you know it, okay?"

"Aren't you busy?" He knew how unpredictable your job could be— he also knew how exhausting it could be.

You groaned in feigned annoyance. "I'm off of work early today, and tomorrow's my day off!" A pout settled on your lips. "Please, just let me do something nice for you."

Levi sighed, glancing over to the clock on the wall. It's starting to feel like a rather slow day, he had to admit. Mismatched hues glared at you with little bite. "Be here by seven," He stepped back, returning to the task of scrubbing the dishes clean. "I won't be up all night waiting for you." A blatant lie, he knew.

A sense of victory warmed your chest, and you couldn't help but subtly fistbump the air in celebration. Levi snickered. "I'll pick you up at six-thirty," you clarified with a grin. Getting ready for your leave, you once again grabbed the travel cup. "Oh, and dress warmly tonight! I hear it'll be cold." You shouted over your shoulder before stepping through the door and out of the shop.

Levi could only shake his head and bite back a smile as he watched you walk away.

•

Anticipation pooled in your chest and spilled down to your stomach as you drove down to Levi's teashop. Lucky bastard. Of course, he would have his apartment just above his shop. What you'd give to live so close to your job and avoid the treacherous drives into the heart of town.

All day, you'd been planning the evening, fine-tuning each detail to perfection. You'd take him out to dinner, have him try out some desserts, and if his leg permitted it, you'd offer to go for a walk around the city market. It'd been made clear that Levi preferred simplicity, and you didn't mind savoring a bit of it either.

A gentle tune crackled and poured out of your radio, the sound sweet as it seeped into your ears. You smiled, glancing at the scarf you'd gotten for him. It's been cold out lately. Supposedly, it would be even colder in the evening. A small gift such as this wouldn't be too much, right? You shook your head. It'd be best not to overthink it in case your courage trickled away.

A frantic clamor disrupted the melody, flooding your car. You frowned as you watched people rush out of their houses, jumping the last few steps off their porches before going off in a sprint. How strange. Their shouts drowned out the tune of your radio, something vile and fearful twisting in your stomach as their voices echoed in the air.

"What's going o—" Your eyes widened, chest constricting at the sight of smoke. A puff of gray rose to the sky, dark and angry, showering the town in ash. Silent prayers tugged and yanked at your heartstrings as a new weight of urgency settled over the gas pedal.

When did screams of panic replace the angelic tune of your car radio? When had your anxiety gotten the better of you, pushing your foot just a little further down, the rush not enough to propel you forward as quickly as you wished? When had the home of so many smiles and fleeting glances turned into a flaming coffin?

Hastily abandoning your vehicle, you rushed through the crowds, fear clawing viciously at your back as you stood before the beloved teashop. The once comforting aroma of tea and sweets you became so familiar with now withered away under the attack of raging flames. Your lungs stung bitterly.

"Is he still in there?!" You asked the first person you could get a hold of. "Is Levi still inside?" You pressed, hating the sour taste of desperation.

Your answer came in the form of wide eyes and a choked cry.

The crackle and pop of the wooden structure snapped you out of your panic. A quick look at the upper level of the building suggested the fire hadn't fully reached his apartment as of yet. A new sense of determination overshadowed your fear as you sprinted back to your car, grabbing the scarf you'd gotten for the former Captain.

With no time to rush back to headquarters for your equipment, you came to the dreadful realization that your team might not have gotten notice of the situation as of yet. Odds dictated that the situation could worsen before they arrived.

Frightful screams rang in your ears as you rushed past the crowds. Perhaps you were thinking ahead of yourself. Perhaps you weren't thinking at all. Maybe something other than fear was pulsing through your veins, chilling and addicting in the most dangerous ways. Whatever it was, you savored it fiercely.

You promised Levi a nice evening. Making sure he was okay was vital for you to fulfill such a daring promise.

Covering your nose and mouth with the scarf, you greeted the flames like an old friend as you plunged into them.

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annecybyodoin · 1 year ago

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I'll eat anything you make.. even you! Lol 🤭😋

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 1 year ago

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"get me a damned matcha" | Chapter 17: October II

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✧ pairing ➼ levi ackerman x fem!reader, college x coffee shop x roommates!au ✧ summary ➼ After you find yourself plagued with misfortune due to struggles in your personal and family life, you find yourself needing to move last minute. As a junior in undergrad with little money and little social support, you considered yourself lucky when you found a sublease that was close to campus and was relatively cheap. Unfortunately, it seemed that your roommate did not seem to be so excited regarding your presence. ✧ content/warnings ➼ fluff, mutual pining, idiots in love, fem!reader, eventual smut, alcohol, college-typical parties, suggestive ✧ word count ➼ ~5.7k

"Look who's back!"

You stared at Oluo with a deadpan expression as he announced your arrival to the classroom that hosted your weekly meetings for the Honors Society. This was the first time that you had been back since the accident last month. Between waiting for your ankle and arm to heal and catching up with any missed schoolwork since you had been rushed to the hospital by Levi, you had little time to manage the club. Being Vice President, the responsibility fell onto Oluo, which is why you were surprised that the club hadn't burned down to the ground in your absence.

"You make it seem like I was dead," you said in a monotonous tone as you walked inside.

There was food prepped on tables that lined the wall. Upon looking further, you saw a card at the end of the table, surrounded by cheap university pastries that said "Get well soon!" with an obnoxiously bright color scheme that never got delivered to you—likely as a result of having Oluo plan the whole thing.

You smiled to yourself, your heart warming up at the fact that the members of your little impromptu club went out of the way to throw you a welcome back party. Your absence was missed.

You frowned upon seeing the type of food that was spread throughout the tables. It certainly wasn't the high-end pastries that you regularly got from Nicolo. These were the cheap university catering services that you desperately tried to avoid when planning events like these. They were overpriced with questionable quality. Nicolo's was overpriced, but of high quality—and even then, the pricing was offset by that generous discount he would give you for being a regular. You glanced at Oluo, who gave you a shrug. Without exchanging a single word, you were able to deduce that your VP put together this party last minute with some of the freshmen (now sophomores) and had no idea how to do some of the more nuanced parts of the event-planning that you usually took charge of.

Oluo had said that he had today's meeting all planned out ahead of time and that you didn't need to worry about it, which was both the truth and a lie. He had absolutely nothing planned out for today's meeting, but his reasoning was that the event for today's meeting was your welcome back party.

It was sweet and you silently noted to yourself that even though your club was not particularly popular or well-funded by the university, you had at least built some sort of community, which was the whole point of it in the first place. Plus, even if they didn't do that great of a job at being friends, at least the officers seemed to care about you in some capacity.

After the sophomores were done ravaging through the food—Sasha, in particular—you walked up and picked at some of the fruit and crackers.

You heard footsteps approach you and you glanced back and grimaced. It was Marlo.

"Please don't start," you spoke before he even got to you.

"Please!" he said, looking excessively nervous about approaching you. "I nearly got you killed and-"

"Did you?" you cut him off before he could continue. "It wasn't your fault that the pickup truck slammed into us. Nor was it your fault that my airbag didn't pop out."

Marlo fell silent but looked down, clearly still blaming himself for the accident that nearly took your life. You walked over and gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Forgive yourself," you whispered to him. "It happens—and I'm fine. You're fine. We're all fine."

You shot him a smile once he looked up. Once you saw him nod to you, you gave him another pat on the shoulder and walked over towards Oluo to debrief with your VP over the state of your club.

He had been struggling a bit to keep everything together, but was overall succeeding, voicing astonishment at your seemingly effortless ability to keep it running.

He had suggested the two of you meet up later in the afternoon to hammer out some details of how to run things throughout the rest of the semester, but you shook your head.

"Can't, I'm meeting up with Petra to catch up on some writing before heading over to that Halloween party," you said without sounding particularly excited, as if attending the party was going to be more of a chore than it was a way to let loose.

~~~~~

Nothing had really changed between now and the beginning of September, other than the accident that had happened, and how aware Levi now was about his own uneasiness around you. Your first stolen kiss never got brought up, and the second one that happened a few weeks ago hasn't been either.

Between processing that and still processing the shit that ran through his mind while at the hospital, Levi had little emotional energy to plot out the best way to bring this whole thing up to you. Luckily, his unease had begun to finally dissipate. For the first few weeks, he felt like he couldn't take his eyes off of you without feeling like you were going to hurt yourself or that he would leave and come home to see you collapsed on the ground, with it being too late to take you to the hospital.

He was able to tell that it had something to do with the death of his mother, in which he was too late in reacting after she collapsed onto the ground. He hadn't brought up that memory in years, burying it deeply within his heart, but seeing you in the state that you were in unearthed everything and it was beyond uncomfortable.

The fact that he even got this attached to you was astonishing. It was unbelievable to him how quickly he had transitioned from being impatient for the opportunity to getting rid of you towards being in pure distress over the thought of losing you. You were constantly on his mind. He couldn't focus on anything else. Every time he was out, he'd wonder when he'd see you again. Every time you were out, he'd wonder when you'd come home. He couldn't stop thinking about you no matter how hard he tried. It was agonizing.

"Levi, you've been charting that same data point for 30 minutes now."

"Have I?"

Levi gave an uninterested response as Hange approached him, carrying some complex lab tech that they no doubt just ripped out of the wall to replace after the fire in August had wrecked roughly 90% of the lab. Hange's comment reminded Levi of his own comment towards you last year when you were sick and stubbornly kept working until he noted that you had completely stopped typing due to being unable to focus.

"Did something happen with _____ again?"

Levi gave Hange a side-eye, knowing that Hange was going to start giving him a hard time about things they didn't even confirm about him yet.

"Did you kiss again?!"

Levi internally cursed at himself for letting that information slip to his overly enthusiastic labmate a few weeks ago. He had originally only intended to let them know that you helped him with retaining most of the data that was collected over the past year, but he ended up bringing up the unexpected kiss that you had given him—a choice with many regrets.

"Tch," he fully glanced at Hange with a hostile glare. "Why is that the first thing you ask?"

"So that's a yes?"

Levi grunted, not answering the question. However, the grunt in itself was effectively a confirmation.

Hange immediately slammed their hand on the desk in excitement.

"How long ago was this?!"

"Oi, shut up already," Levi said with a groan, "you're giving me a fucking headache."

"Sorry, sorry," Hange said, raising their hands up in defense. "But why have you kept this from me?!"

"Didn't realize it was my job to keep you updated on every detail of my life," Levi grumbled as he turned back to his computer.

"This is a pretty important detail!"

"Drop it already, will you?" Levi said as he turned back towards Hange with a cold, hostile glare. "It just kinda happened after the accident, there was nothing else to it."

Hange placed their hands on their hips and tilted their head at him in disbelief.

"Really?"

"Yes. Really," Levi muttered. "Can you drop this already? I'm never going to get this shit done with you pestering me."

"Alright, alright," Hange said, finally turning away, "but I better be seeing you at the party tonight, yeah?"

Levi rolled his eyes, partially at Hange's tenacity at bringing him along to one major party a year, but also partially at the fact that you'll likely be there as well.

"Fine, but I'll be damned before wearing a fucking costume."

"Yes, boss!" Hange declared before saluting him by placing their fist over their heart, which earned a scoff from Levi as he promptly turned away and back to his computer.

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Levi came home to an empty apartment. It was well into the late afternoon, so you should have been done with classes. While he knew that you tended to hang out in the cafe directly after or in-between classes, he knew that you had errands to run today before attending the Halloween party.

He wasn't sure if he was disappointed or relieved to find that you weren't home. He wanted to see you, that was certain, but not seeing you also meant that he could put off addressing whatever it was that was going on between the two of you—he couldn't put words to it. He knew he couldn't put it off forever, and he wasn't sure if he even wanted to, given how distressed he was when he wasn't sure if you'd make it. He had felt so rushed to get it out while you were injured, but then failed to initiate that conversation ever since you came home. This just resulted in the two of you floating in a sort of limbo, waiting for the other to make some type of move, but never being certain of what would come next.

He placed his keys onto the dining table after taking off his shoes, not bothering to hang them up since he had to head out in an hour. His keys landed on a piece of paper that wasn't there in the morning and he glanced at it to see what it was. A surprised look appeared on his face when he saw that it was a note from you directed at him.

[your laundry basket is outside your room. dont worry about venmo-ing me back the cash. consider it a favor for saving my life =P]

He scoffed upon reading the "saving my life" part, slightly annoyed that you were referring to it with such a nonchalant attitude, but also couldn't help but smirk at it. It was that weird, dry humor of yours that he had grown to appreciate throughout the past year. He neatly folded the note in half and tucked it into his back pocket.

He looked up towards his bedroom door and, as promised, saw that you had left a laundry basket there for him. He wasn't sure when the two of you exactly got comfortable with casually entering each other's rooms, but the fact that you went out of your way to go into his and grab his dirty laundry basket put a rare smile on his face.

Levi took off his jacket and placed it on the armrest of the couch. Since he had an hour to kill, he went ahead and picked up the laundry basket, deciding to fold and put away the clothes before they got wrinkly.

Upon entering the room and dumping the freshly cleaned clothes onto his bed, he dug your note out of his pocket and walked to his desk, opening it up again. He clenched his jaw upon reading it again.

He really did save your life on that day. If what Marlo said was true, it took the police another 30-45 minutes after he had left with you to arrive at the scene. With how bad your head injury was, he wasn't sure how bad your condition would have been if they had just waited for the paramedics to get there.

Levi remembered just how panicked he was as he spent the night waiting on news regarding your condition. That night flew by as if it was some blurry fever dream and he hated that the idea of you being in danger had that effect on him.

He frowned as he placed the note in one of the side drawers on his desk, unable to stop ruminating about how relieved he was when he found out that you were okay. That sense of relief, plus the awkwardness that came with the consequences of that impulsive kiss, only further confused his thoughts and he found himself lost in them as he sorted through his laundry.

He needed to decide if he was going to bring it up—and if he didn't, he needed to figure out how to resolve this. Being in this space of not knowing was miserable and added unnecessary stress onto his life. He had to either tell you or move on, he just wasn't sure which was the better choice. The fact that you hadn't made a move to bring this up either further confused his judgment over what it was that he should do.

His thoughts suddenly paused. It wasn't because he had an epiphany over whether he should confess his (maybe) feelings to you or how he was going to put the whole thing behind him.

He looked at a loose article of clothing that was buried underneath his socks. It wasn't his.

A hint of pink tinted his cheeks as his eyes landed on a stray set of your panties that had gotten mixed in with his clothes. He found his mind drifting places that he couldn't readily admit to without sacrificing some of his dignity, and shook his head in a desperate attempt to get it out. He found himself staring at them, unable to move to grab them or shy away from them. He had seen you in a bikini before, and seeing you wandering around half-naked was normal, considering that the two of you had lived together for a little over a year now, but this was the first time that he had thought about you in that context.

His face continued to heat up and he continued to grow more tense as he caught himself having even the thought about seeing you unclothed. It was inappropriate—and honestly, kind of creepy—but he couldn't get the feeling of your lips on his out of his head. He remembered the rush that he had felt when he pulled you in again and how your presence seemed to lure him in with him failing to keep himself back no matter how hard he tried.

Levi shook his head harder, desperately trying to get any of those thoughts out. It wasn't the right time. He wasn't sure if it would ever be.

Should you talk about it?

Did you even want to talk about it?

Will you even get the chance?

Asking himself these questions only left Levi Ackerman further confused.

~~~~~

"I think you should bring it up."

The only sound in response was typing and the gentle chattering of other students in the library.

You stared intently at your laptop screen, typing out whatever words your tired mind could generate. After hearing Petra clear her throat at your lack of a response, you looked up at her with an unamused glare.

"Why?" you asked dryly.

"He's your roommate," she said, as if the answer to your question was obvious. "And you've kissed twice—and both involved you both kissing back."

"You don't know that," you said dismissively.

"Well, you at least said that he initiated the most recent one?"

You opened your mouth to come up with a way to invalidate her comment, but almost immediately closed it again, realizing that you had nothing to say. Levi's decision to suddenly kiss you the other week certainly seemed impulsive, but you knew that it did have some merit behind it. This was primarily because of what he said immediately after the kiss.

I can't lose you again.

"How the hell am I even supposed to bring this up?" you asked quietly.

Petra shrugged, humming an "I don't know".

You groaned, resting your face in your palms, feeling the overwhelming urge to do something without knowing exactly what to do.

"Let's change the subject," Petra interjected, sensing your increasing levels of distress. "What are you wearing to the party tonight?"

"Ha," you said as you peeked out at her through your fingers. "Not a costume, that's for sure."

You sighed as you put your hands down and fully looked at her.

"I didn't have time to prepare one with the accident and having to catch up with schoolwork and all that. You're lucky I'm even going."

"Oh come on," Petra said as she shut your laptop for you, which elicited another unamused expression on your behalf. "I'm sure a few shots would loosen you up about this whole Levi situation, right?"

You gave a dry chuckle.

"Not if he's also there."

"It's a pretty big party," Petra said with a shrug. "I'm sure it won't be too difficult for you to avoid him."

~~~~~

It was definitely difficult to avoid him.

You had gotten ready at Petra's to avoid any chance of running into Levi at home and being forced to have The Conversation™. You were telling the truth in that you didn't have a costume and you simply elected to wear one of your dresses that you had left at Petra's after a night out in which you crashed at her apartment. You went with a more gothic theme, wearing a dark dress that fell just a little bit past your butt, some fishnet leggings, and combat boots. You figured that'd meet the criteria for acceptable outfits to wear at a Halloween party without being singled out as being a party pooper.

However, all of your efforts to minimize contact with Levi flew out the window when you immediately made eye contact with your raven-haired roommate upon walking into the house.

You felt your eyes widen and your breath get caught in your throat, only mustering up an awkward wave, before looking down towards the ground and making a beeline to the makeshift bar. If this was indicative of how this night was going to go, you were going to need a lot more to drink.

Luckily for you, Oluo was already there waiting, after having purchased an entire tray of shots.

"To celebrate the prez's speedy recovery!"

"Shut up already about that!" you shouted, as you angrily grabbed the shot glass out of Oluo's hands and downed it yourself, listening to some of the other students cheering you on. You didn't even know half of them.

After a few more rounds of shots, you felt your anxiety finally begin to dissipate. The shots were watered down a bit with mixers, so you didn't get completely shit-faced from the 5-6 that you had taken in a row, but you were feeling fairly buzzed and quickly found yourself shuffling back and forth to the music and chatting it up with some of the other students around you.

You waltzed around the cleared out living room-turned-dance floor with a red solo cup in your hand that was filled up with a cocktail that you had mixed up yourself (although it was debatable if it could even be considered a cocktail, given the fact that you have never made one before in your life). As you were spinning, with your dress lifting a bit too high for sober-you to have been comfortable with, you felt yourself stumble towards someone and quickly lost your balance.

You already knew who it was that caught you before you looked up. It was like the world was determined to force the both of you to be near each other, although you were a tad too drunk to fully realize that.

You looked up into his steely gray eyes and felt your face flush up, immediately picking yourself up and looking away.

Levi hadn't really moved from his spot and was currently sipping on a beer, but you really couldn't tell if he had been drinking at all other than that. He certainly looked much more composed than you did.

"Hi."

You greeted him quickly, awkwardly placing your hand at the back of your neck.

"Hey."

He responded just as awkwardly, taking another sip of his beer without looking towards or away from you.

The two of you stood near each other for a few minutes, avoiding each other's gaze without speaking a word. You sipped at your drink periodically, silently praying that Petra would find you and drag you away, but you knew that she was likely fully distracted and in her own little world at this point, given how late into the party it was.

Finally, you cleared your throat.

"I see you didn't bring a costume either?"

He scoffed, as if he was astonished that you even asked the question.

"You really think I'd wear a costume to a stupid thing like this?"

You pursed your lips and nodded.

"Yeah, you're right. I guess not."

"Where's yours?" he asked, catching you off-guard, which prompted you to finally look at him. "Weren't you a shitty maid last year?"

You scowled at his comment.

"I was a maid, but not a shitty one."

He raised an eyebrow at you.

"Really? I recall making some comment about you being shit at cleaning."

"Asshole," you said as you stuck your tongue out at him.

He slightly smirked to himself as he took another sip of his beer. Even through the awkwardness, those small quirks that made up your personality were still there. Despite all the confusion of what has been happening between you two, your personality was still able to rebound back to the one that he had come to adore.

Although you had both come into the party incredibly nervous (or even flat-out unwilling) to see each other, that awkwardness and anxiety dissipated rather quickly once you actually spoke again. It wasn't your interactions that contributed to any anxiety, only your rumination.

The both of you got immediately interrupted by at least half the party beginning to shout "shots!" repeatedly. You both made your way over to the center of the house and saw a fairly large group gathering around a table.

"What's going on here?" you asked as you leaned towards Mikasa, who was looking towards the center of the table with a deadpan expression.

"Someone came up with a party game called truth, dare, or drink."

"What the hell is that?"

"You tell the truth, do a dare, or drink," Mikasa said nonchalantly.

"Hey, Mikasa, you're up next!" shouted Eren from across the room.

"I say truth!" shouted Jean from the opposite corner. "What's your darkest secret?"

Everyone leaned in, eager to hear what Mikasa's response was.

After about a minute of thinking, Mikasa finally opened her mouth. Everyone's face went from eager anticipation to absolute horror as Mikasa began to graphically depict how she almost murdered someone as a child.

"This is stupid," muttered Levi, who was standing behind you as the rest of the room fell quiet into an awkward silence.

"_____!" you heard someone shout.

"Hmm?" you perked up, scanning around the room for who had shouted out your name.

"If you had to kiss or make out with anyone in this room, who would it be?"

"Yeah, tell us, Prez', who would it be?!"

"Come on, let us in!"

"You never tell us anything!"

So many of your underclassmen in your cohort began shouting at you that you didn't even register who it was that asked the question. Lucky for them, as you would have likely pummeled them afterwards once identified.

Your face only continued to flush up as everyone began to crowd you and the hairs on the back of your neck began standing up as you became more and more aware of Levi's presence behind you. He was standing close enough to you that your legs were touching and you didn't dare look in his direction.

Instead, you immediately reached for a shot and downed it in one gulp, ignoring the disappointed groans from the people around you.

Levi shot a glare towards Hange, who had groaned the most obnoxiously out of everyone involved.

"Tch. What a pain in the ass," he mumbled, finishing his beer before grabbing you by the arm. He could tell by the way that you were shuffling and zoning out that you were beginning to feel anxious by the commotion.

"Come," he whispered to you. "Let's get you some air."

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You took a deep breath as soon as you felt the chilly, fall breeze hit your face.

"I'm going to kill that damned four-eyes," Levi mumbled as the two of you walked away from the sidewalk and towards the side of the house to get out of the way of the people roaming to and from the party.

"What for?" you asked, slightly out of breath from the alcohol and commotion that you just had to deal with.

"Nothing."

"Oh," you said, a bit concerned, but being ultimately unable to deduce what was going on in the background due to the alcohol in your system.

Although you were technically more sober when compared to when you ran into Levi earlier, you were still tipsy, which put you in that gray area between knowing what is going on around you and having just enough 'liquid courage' to come out of your shell a bit more than usual.

"I'm surprised to find you here," you said, changing the subject.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I thought you hated these things," you said, tilting your head at him.

"Well, unfortunately Hange wouldn't stop pestering me until I get dragged to at least one of these a year."

Your eyes perked up at that statement.

"Oh, so you're telling me that I just needed to enlist Hange's help in order to get you to do what I want?" you asked, teasing him with an amused look in your eyes.

"Or you could just ask, dumbass."

You feigned a surprised gasp.

"That is so not true. If I asked you to do anything last year, you'd go out of your way to do the exact opposite."

"You're so dramatic," Levi muttered as he rolled his eyes.

"You literally put my name in your phone as 'Matcha Girl' to spite me!"

You were right. He did put that specifically as your name because he saw that it irritated the shit out of you.

"Well," he said as a small smirk grew on his face. "You do love your Matchas."

You frowned and pushed at his shoulder a bit for teasing you, looking up into his eyes.

However, upon meeting his gaze, you immediately regretted looking up. You felt your body tense upon getting to look at him properly in lighting that wasn't the flashing party lights.

This was part of what you loved about him. The two of you had non-stop awkward situations come up over the past few weeks, yet you were able to naturally fall back into the dynamic that you two had commonly shared over the past year before everything went to shit. It felt natural. You felt more comfortable chatting with him—even with all the tension over what you were to each other—than you did with most of your friends.

Your eyes darted down to his lips, remembering the feeling of his lips on yours the past two times that you've kissed. You remembered how soft they were along with how gently he held you as he embraced you. You couldn't help but think of what it would be like to have him on you again.

As you felt your body heat up from your thoughts, you cleared your throat and looked away, trying to get ahold of yourself. You shuffled on your feet a bit, trying to clear the tension in your body, but—as you were still quite tipsy and therefore off-balance—you stumbled and Levi immediately grabbed your shoulders to keep you from falling completely into him.

You looked up at him again.

"Fuck, I hate you so much," you whispered.

"Is that so?"

You absolutely hated his guts. You hated him because he was making you feel all sorts of ways, continuously confusing you and your judgment. You couldn't stop yourself from wanting him no matter how hard you tried.

You glanced to the side and saw that no one was around and that everyone was inside, no doubt still participating in that silly party game.

Looking into his eyes, you felt your lips part and you slowly leaned in, connecting your lips to his.

He didn't move, and you froze. You might have just made a huge mistake. The first time you kissed him was due to heightened emotions. While you could blame the alcohol for this one, you knew that you had sobered up enough that you wouldn't be making impulsive decisions unless there was some merit to them.

You felt your heart soar once he finally kissed you back, gently pushing you up against the wall, taking care to not put too much pressure on your arm that had freshly healed from the accident.

As the two of you continued to exchange kisses, you felt his body on yours—warm and electrifying—and your kiss deepened. Before long, he was biting at you and his tongue was prodding at your lips.

It was hard for you to catch a breath, and your breathing was so warm that it was literally turning steamy whenever you exhaled to the cold air surrounding you.

Levi lowered his hand towards your waist to pull you in, his hand gently brushing across your breast on the way down.

"God," he whispered, his voice heavy and breathy, "I hate that I can't keep my hands off you."

His other hand lifted up your leg and—given how short your dress was—landed on your hip underneath your dress. His hand gripped at you tightly to the point that it was almost painful, but it just sent you further into that euphoric feeling that he provided you every time he placed his lips on yours. His lips pulled back from yours and he began to press his lips down your cheek, jawline, and finally to your neck, doing a scarily pleasurable combination of kissing, sucking, and biting along it. Whether he was biting hard enough to leave marks was left completely out of your mind. You couldn’t think properly. You didn’t want to think properly. All you could even process was how he felt on you.

Your back arched into him, pressing your chest up against his, so much so that you felt your heart rates in sync, as gentle whimpers and moans were escaping your lips. As he continued to bite and kiss at your neck, you couldn't focus on anything other than just how good he felt on you. He set your senses on fire and you never wanted this feeling to go away. You felt something warm deep within your core, and the electrifying feeling that he sent throughout your body was annoyingly addictive. You were completely lost in the feeling of just him.

Your fingers found your way to the back of his head, slightly tugging on his hair, which only earned you a tighter grip on your thigh. You wanted him. You wanted everything that he could offer. You wanted to press your body further against him and never let go. You wanted your hands to travel lower and lower and explore all that he was. All you could think about was Levi and how he would feel-

You felt him pause and immediately understood why. The door to the front door of the house had opened and you both pulled away from each other. He took his hands off you and you immediately lowered your dress back down so that you were covered again and he began readjusting his jacket and shuffling. You shook your head so that your hair fell back into place, making it seem like you two weren't just pressed up against and embracing each other.

A group of undergrads stepped out of the house, yelling something about grabbing food downtown. They were very intoxicated, so they didn't even notice you or Levi standing at the side of the house before running off.

You exhaled shakily, your breath creating a puff of steam, and awkwardly avoided looking at him to avoid that dangerously warm feeling that was building in your gut.

"So..." you began to speak. "Should we go back inside?"

He was quiet for a bit before saying, "That's probably a good idea."

Both you and Levi walked back into the house without really touching each other, maintaining a distance so that you wouldn't even risk brushing up against each other. You couldn't take your mind off of his body on yours, and even the slightest touch would likely make you explode.

Although the alcohol had somewhat worn off by now, you were easily able to pretend that the immense blush on your face was simply due to the drinking, which made it easier to ease any ongoing suspicions on behalf of some of the people present, like Petra and Hange.

Neither of you could continue to doubt that there was something between the two of you. This was explicitly the case now. No matter what you did, you couldn't stop yourself from recalling how he felt against you.

You desperately wanted him, and you were fairly certain a part of him wanted you too.

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shiorihyugawrites · 6 days ago

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Tides of Fate: In a world where powerful creatures known as sirens come to the shores of Paradis, the scouts are thrust into an unexpected alliance—one that is sealed through an ancient and seductive bonding ritual. Each siren has chosen a mate, and through their connection, the scouts are granted extraordinary powers.

As the bonds grow Mikasa’s jealousy threatens to unravel her. But the real danger lies not just in broken hearts, but in the lurking threat of Marley and those who seek to capture the sirens for their gain.

Power, desire, and duty collide, forcing the Scouts to navigate new emotions and alliances in ways they never imagined. Through danger, love, and sacrifice, the tides of fate will decide if their world will rise or fall. (Eren, Levi, Floch, Jean, Armin, Connie, Bertholdt, Reiner x OCs)

Steadfast Hearts: In the aftermath of global war, alliances are forged, and new bonds are tested. Dr. Tiana Belrose, a brilliant Androsian engineer, arrives in Paradis with cutting-edge technology, her country's hopes on her shoulders, and a guarded heart. Her brilliant inventions are the reason why Marley invaded and ravaged her country, but Tiana refuses to sit back and do nothing.

Assigned to be her personal guard, the stoic and battle-hardened Captain Levi Ackerman is known for his discipline, but as they spend countless hours together, he finds himself drawn to the woman he’s sworn to protect.

In the midst of battles against Marley, political intrigue, and the weight of their responsibilities, an unexpected romance begins to blossom between two unlikely hearts. As tensions rise on the battlefield and within their own ranks, Levi and Tiana must navigate their feelings in a world that doesn’t allow for weakness.

Love was the last thing either of them expected to find in the midst of war, but it may be the only thing that saves them. (Levi x Black OC)

A Soft Place: In a post-Rumbling world, where the threat of Titans no longer looms, Vanessa Sinclair finds herself living a quiet life, working at her family’s bakery in Wall Rose. Curvy and self-conscious, Vanessa has always faded into the background, overshadowed by her more outgoing friends. But everything changes when Captain Levi Ackerman, Humanity's Strongest Soldier, begins visiting the bakery regularly. What starts as a simple exchange of tea and pastries quickly evolves into something more. Levi, drawn to her quiet strength and beauty, takes Vanessa on a journey that forces her to confront her insecurities, while learning that sometimes, what lies beneath the surface is more than enough. (Levi x Plus Sized OC)

The Devil's Bride: Aurora Jaeger, Eren's long-lost childhood friend, was taken from him when they were children. After years of suffering under Marleyan control, Aurora is reunited with Eren while he’s undercover in Marley, igniting a bond neither of them expected. Despite her gentle nature, Aurora breaks her vow of pacifism to save Eren’s life, solidifying their deep connection. Secretly married before the Raid on Liberio, Aurora is swept into Eren's world of chaos and destruction. As the Scouts learn of her existence, tensions rise on the airship home. Mikasa’s heart shatters, and Levi demands answers. And Eren will stop at nothing to protect the only light left in his dark world—his bride, Aurora.

In this journey of love, loyalty, and war, Aurora must reconcile her innocent heart with the brutal reality of the man she loves, while Eren faces the truth of what he’s become. (Eren x OC)

Diamond Of The First Water: In the aftermath of war, Paradis finds itself in need of powerful alliances. When Emperor Armand of Valoria offers his military aid in exchange for the hand of his daughter, Princess Solina, in marriage, Captain Levi Ackerman is thrust into an engagement that begins as a political strategy but soon becomes something much deeper.

Princess Solina, sheltered from the world and unaware of the realities of love and war, finds herself drawn to Levi—the man known as Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. As they navigate royal customs, public expectations, and the growing threat of Marley, the bond between them deepens into a genuine connection.

But neither Solina nor Levi are prepared for the challenges of a political marriage, the weight of intimacy, and the secrets that lie beneath the surface. As Solina enters a new life with Levi, her naivety is tested, and Levi faces a battle unlike any he’s fought before—the fight to protect his heart.

Can their love flourish in the midst of war, duty, and danger? Or will the forces conspiring against them tear them apart before they can find peace? (Levi x OC)

The Ballad Of The Magenta Witch: After centuries of solitude and betrayal, the enigmatic and powerful sorceress Mea finds herself drawn to the war-torn lands of Paradis. With her loyal, sword-wielding companion Goldfish Levi at her side, Mea arrives in the midst of a brewing conflict between the Scouts and Marley. Her flippant demeanor and extraordinary magic disrupt the regimented lives of Eren, Levi, and the other Scouts, sparking chaos, curiosity, and alliances that none of them could have foreseen. Amidst the clashing of titans and nations, a forgotten legend breathes life into a new chapter that will shape the fate of Paradis itself. Will the Magenta Witch be a boon to their cause or a force of beautiful destruction? (Eren x OC)

Coming Soon:

The Legendary Black Cat: Selena de la Rosa, known across Marley as the Legendary Black Cat, is the world's deadliest assassin—a master of agility, precision, and deception. When Marley turns against her, she is shipped to Paradis as a living weapon, chained and drugged, with her survival all but assured to be short-lived. But Selena is no ordinary prisoner.

Bound by no one, loyal to none, Selena plots her next move, determined to seize her freedom by any means necessary. Yet, her plans are complicated by the Scouts who captured her, particularly Captain Levi Ackerman—the so-called Humanity's Strongest Soldier. Selena is intrigued by his strength and reputation, but her pride refuses to acknowledge him as her equal.

Caught between Levi’s unrelenting gaze, Selena plays a dangerous game of manipulation. She’s biding her time, but when the moment comes, will her calculated escape bring her freedom—or will her path collide violently with Levi’s unwavering resolve?

The Black Cat has always landed on her feet, but for the first time, she might meet her match. (Levi x OC)

One Shots:

Eren x Reader

The Dumpster Behind The Club

Karma

Power Trip

Levi x Reader

Letting Go

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letbludcook · 2 years ago

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WARNING: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT

He scooted his dick, still dripping with cum, towards your mouth and instructed, "Clean it." He didn't even give you the chance to talk more, he just plunged it in and let you lick your mixed essence altogether. "Good. Fuck, so fucking good."

After he’s sure it’s all clean, you felt him again. He's stroking himself to your clit, moaning lowly at the slick of fluids.

But he did the succeeding rounds the other way this time around. He waited until you weren't stimulated anymore before pushing through. He'd swirl his tongue on your tit while languidly plunging inside. Then he'd go faster, then faster, then stop upon feeling you clench. He stops whenever you're about to cum, countless times. Even your pleas went unheard. He's too pleased to see you desperate to cum.

"Empty," you inaudibly said as you flipped the position. You hovered on top. He was taken aback. "My insides are empty without you. Please." That’s when he realized you were completely out of it already—lidded eyes, lips partly open, too light-headed to register anything else. "Fill me up—oh, yeah. Oh fuck." You swallowed his dick with your warmth then engulfed his lips with a warm kiss.

The thought of you being absolutely dumbed out crippled pleasure inside his body. He doesn't even have to snap his hips anymore. You swirl yours on him too well—you ride him so well—without a single care. God, it felt so good. You really deserve to be pampered to death after this.

"Ravage me. Use me all you want. Pump me with your cum." you muffled with open-mouthed kisses on his neck, "Please, so good, oh fuck." Then he felt you clench on him. You came without warning, squirted all over, not giving a damn about the sheets.

erwin smith. levi ackerman. gojo satoru. uzui tengen.

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 2 months ago

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HIT ‘EM UP! (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Cowboy!Gojo Satoru x Cowboy!Geto Suguru x Black!Cowgirl!Reader (Slow Burn/Enemies to Lovers)

Synopsis: You get to meet Geto & Gojo the Gunslingers, the notorious outlaws that have every town and law enforcement in a twist, when your bum-ass BF offers you as payment to avoid going to prison. Little do they know that this is only a part of your plan to get what you desire. But when you realize that the infamous gun-slinging, smooth-talking cowboys could be everything you want and more when they offer you a deal to team up with them, will you successfully be able to go through with it?

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINOS GTFO); poly!SatouSugu; Reader is Black & Fem; Mention of other JJK characters; Porn with Plot; Tragic Backstories; T/W for Childhood Trauma, Parental Death, Violence, Panic Attacks & Torture; Angst/Hurt/Comfort; Hand Kink; Masturbation; Voyeurism; Gay Sex; Polyamorous; Double Deepthroat; Mutual Oral; Fingering; CMNF; Spitroast; Riding; Unprotected PiV Sex; Creampies; Outside/Public Sex; Shotgunning; Multiple Positions; Spit Kink; Facials; MDom/fsub Undertones; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen PT I & II. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Epilogue + Soundtrack.

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EIGHTEEN: POUR SOME SUGAR ON ME PT. 1.

That night, as the summer breeze kicks off the hoedown, you’re the talk of the party. Who would’ve known a pair of jeans would garner so many stares?

You wanted to fit in with the crowd and look the part for Willow Springs’ annual monthly hoedown, so you ravaged through the clothes your parents bough you and made some minor adjustments to your outfit.

You feel slightly normal and kind of cute in your little denim Levi shorts, cut off at the thigh, and your flannel top that you tied above your naval. The top buttons ae undone to show off a sliver of collarbone and titty, but not enough to come off as trying too hard. You paired the fit with a brown cowgirl hat, matching boots, and a bandana wrapped around your neck.

If you’re not receiving looks from the fellas wondering who the strange, sexy woman is standing in the corner of the room nursing a cup of twisted sweet tea, you get expressions of shock, curiosity, and wariness. Probably because most of the town knows who you are. You figure it would be impossible for them not to realize it being that the town sheriff already knows of you, Geto, and Gojo’s identities.

Speaking of the sheriff, he is here tonight as well as most of Willow Springs’ law enforcement team. He only gave you a friendly nod and raised his glass in greeting an hour ago when you arrived, probably not to alarm you and to put you at ease. 'You won’t be getting arrested tonight.'

The other looks from his team haven’t been as reassuring. They, along with many other of the townsfolk, are less warm. Their eyes cut across you, wariness and suspicion in their gazes that you try hard to ignore. You thought the people of Willow Springs would be as kind as Nanami, but you suppose you can’t blame them. Like you, they also have a negative idea of what an “outlaw” is and what they do.

But it isn’t all bad! You’ve gotten some kind smiles and looks of astonishment too. Just a few minutes ago, you signed a group of kids’ books when they came up to you and asked for your autograph. You never considered yourself a celebrity of sorts, but then again, you guess a famed outlaw would eventually receive some fans. You think of Miwa, the blue-haired cutie in Bull’s Creek, with Gojo and Geto.

Speaking of Gojo and Geto, they haven’t shown up yet (but you wouldn’t think they would). Neither has Nanami as he said he would. It’s been an hour since you arrived and the party is in full swing. Located in a large barn in the middle of town, the wooden interior is decorated in glowing lanterns, tables and chairs, and a bar set up next to a stage where a live band is in full swing.

The sweet, pleasant sounds of a fiddle mingling with a violin fill the air along with the sounds of chatter and stomping boots as people dance and meander throughout the barn, quickly getting drunk and filled up with the baked goods being served outside. The outside is more for the children where dozens of pop-out shops and food vendors, including Yuri’s baked goods, are set up outside along with dancing clowns and animals, such as dogs and goats, for petting.

Eren is at the bar chatting up longtime friends, wearing his own cowboy hat and boots, completely unaware of his daughter having an existential crisis in the corner of the barn. You feel odd standing here all alone, still nursing the same twisted tea that hasn’t gotten you the least bit buzzed yet.

You thought that coming to the hoedown would be relaxing and give you the chance to enjoy your life, but you just find yourself wishing that Geto and Gojo were here.

Luckily, you don’t have to be alone for long. Among the crowd near the open barn doors, you see the attractive, blonde doctor shimmy through the throng of bodies in his own cowboy hat and boots. You sigh, relieved to see someone that you recognize.

“Hey, stranger!” you greet him, waving a hand at him. Nanami cracks a smile once he sees you and makes his way towards you in his blue button-down and jeans. The change of clothing is refreshing to see. “What a surprise! I thought you said you didn’t do social gatherings.”

“I don’t,” he sighs, though he doesn’t look completely downtrodened. “But I did say I’d stop by for a minute.”

Suddenly, two strong-looking hands grasp his shoulders and another fine ass man appears from behind the doctor. He is a brunette with a gorgeous body, his own cowboy hat, and a scar running over his cheek. He talks with a Southern twang that you notice immediately.

“It’ll be more than a minute, Ken!” he scoffs, turning his kind eyes to you. “I had to force him to come here, ya know, even if one of his favorite patients was here!”

He gives you a wink. You turn to a blushing, glaring Nanami, stifling a giggle. “I’m one of your favorite patients?” you ask. The hot brunette immediately covers his mouth. “Oops,” he says. You like him immediately. “U-Uh, I’m Haibara, by the way. Nanami’s best friend and wingman.”

He shoots one calloused hand out for you to shake. “Not by choice,” Nanami mutters.

You laugh and shake his hand, noticing how eager his handshake is. “Nice to meet ya,” you giggle. “I’m–”

“Y/N,” Haibara finishes, a bright grin on his face. “Yeah, I know you! You caused quite the stir when you came through this little town with your gunslinger friends.” He turns this way and that, looking around the room. “Where they at anyhow?”

Nanami meets your eyes, an unreliable expression in them. “Oh, they decided not to come,” you answer. “Parties aren’t usually their thing.” You don’t tell them any more or less than that. You understand Geto’s reluctance towards going out due to their “status”.

“Hm,” Haibara exhales, only looking slightly disappointed. He gives your arm a friendly squeeze, practically shoving Nanami’s ass out of the way. “Well, we’ll entertain you for the night!” he laughs. “I’ll get us all some drinks. You like whiskey?” You eagerly nod, needing something stronger. “Absolutely!”

Haibara’s eyes light up at the fact that you’re a whiskey girl. “Just a beer for me,” Nanami says before his friend dances away. You turn to him, smirking. “You really didn’t have to come,” you chuckle. “You look like you’re about a second away from shootin’ yourself.”

Nanami chuckles, wiping his nose. A nervous tick. “Well, I’ve always avoided these celebrations and have for years now.” He pauses, sighing. “But I realized that many people want to see me, so I decided to show my face to represent my community…plus, my entire infirmary staff is here and I can’t work without them.”

“Those are reasons if I ain’t heard any before,” you giggle, putting your lukewarm tea on a nearby table. “Plus, you get to have plenty of my mama’s baked goods if the townsfolk don’t get them first.”

You forced your mama to save you some lemon tarts and white chocolate, raspberry bars, but that might be a stretch since her baking sells out like hot cakes at celebrations. Nanami chuckles again and his eyes stroll down to your feet. “I’m glad to see you up and around in boots now,” he says, sounding genuinely pleased. “They look…nice.”

He looks so bashful and painfully awkward saying it that you almost laugh. You smile, about to thank him, when Haibara returns carefully holding three jars, the beer between the two whiskeys. “I’m back!” he announces. “Got a boring ol’ beer for Kenny and some caramel flavored Jack Daniels for you.”

He passes you your drink and you take a sip, immediately shivering at the taste of smokey carmel mixed with the whiskey. “Mmmm!” you hum. “This is delicious! When did they come out with this? Wait…did you call him ‘Kenny’”?”

Nanami looks like he wants to melt into the floor as he sips his beer. “It’s an old childhood nickname,” he begrudgingly explains. “We’ve been friends since kindergarten.”

Haibara claps the doctor on the back. “Yep!” he proudly announces. “But unlike the doctor here, I didn’t take the medical route. I’m a firefighter.” You playfully hum into your jar and bat your lashes at them. “Wow, a doctor and a firefighter. My mama would tell me to marry y’all both!”

“Sorry, who’s gettin’ married?” a very familiar voice suddenly asks from behind you. You turn around and nearly drop your drink when you lock eyes with enchanting blue ones from over the rim of sunglasses.

Gojo stands behind you wearing a white tee and jeans that look illegally tight on him and a leather jacket that he fills out nicely along with his usual white cowboy hat and boots. In contrast to his partner, Geo is wearing plaid red flannel slightly unbuttoned to show off a sliver of chest, black jeans, and brown boots. He let his hair free tonight, letting it flow feely down his back like a long, black river. They also both ditched their riding gloves so you can see their knuckle tatts and Geto’s fingers.

You feel as if the wind has been knocked out of you as you stare at them like they’re ghosts who’ve come to haun you. “O-Oh,” you stammer. “Y-You’re…what are you doin’ here?”

Gojo smirks humorously at your stunned reaction. “Well, we were invited,” he chuckles. “Just as a lot of people were, I’m seein’.” He turns to Nanami who doesn’t so much as grimance his way. “Nanami!” he loudly says. “Nice to see you, man! You finally put down the white coat for once!”

The doctor side-eyes the outlaw as he sips on his beer. “Not willingly.” He doesn’t even offer the men a handshake! Quickly, you try to find a way to ease the growing tension. “Haibara, this is—“

“Oh, I know,” the firefighter says, sticking a hand out to both men, opposite of Nanami. “The pleasure’s all mine. You two do great things around the parts of the West. Respect.” Gojo gladly shakes Haibara’s hand, glad to have praise. “Thanks, man! All in a day’s work.”

Haibara shakes Geto’s hand too before noticing that a bartender is setting up a wooden tray of shot glasses. “Oh, they’re settin’ up shots! Ken, help me get some for the crew!”

He quickly drags Nanami away with his beer, allowing you to sigh in relief. You for sure thought that someone was going to end up drawing their gun. Geto brings you back down to Earth when he taps his boo lightly with yours. “Glad to see that ankle is better. Nice boots.”

He gives you an easy, kind smile that matches Gojo’s and suddenly, you feel at ease. “So what brings y’all out and about? I thought y’all were tryin’ to lay low,” you wonder aloud.

Geto side-eyes Gojo who only smiles in response. “Well, this one swore he’d go alone, so I had to go with him to make sure he doesn’t run into no trouble.” The white-haired outlaw scoffs. “Where’s the trouble?” he asks. “I don’t see nothing…except you, maybe.” He draws his sunglasses down his nose, his blue eyes flirtatious and filled with mirth.

“Me?” you scoff, pressing a hand to your chest as you play into his game. “I’m the trouble?” Gojo’s eyes drift down to your legs and little cut-off shorts. “Well, we ain’t the ones with our thighs out tonight, are we, sugar?” His tone is saccharine and flirty, his voice and words touching you where his hands won’t.

Geto mistakes your wordless reaction for discomfort and nudges Gojo in the side. “Satoru, come on,” he critically says. “You look good, Y/N. He’s just tryin’ to tease you.” You sip your drink to give you time to collect your next response, letting the whiskey take over. “Oh, I know,” you say in a very seductive voice that neither of them except, “but he can’t. He’d be lucky to get a piece of this.”

You run a hand over your side as if to smoothen out your clothes, but the duo follow your fingers, drinking in your figure. You’re aware that this is very dangerous territory that you’re walking into, but the whiskey and thrill make you reckless. What’s a little bit of harmless flirting between friends?

Gojo’s eyebrows raise, pleasantly surprised. “Oh?” he asks with a chuckle. “You’re bold. What, is it ‘cause of whatever’s in that cup?” You shrug, taking another sip of your jar. “Haibara got me whiskey. Want a taste?”

You pass the jar to Gojo who takes a sip and whistles. He passes it to Geto who takes a sniff and winces. “Damn,” he coughs. “He’s either tryin’ to kill you or get your clothes off.”

He takes a sip anyway and hums at the sugary sweet taste of the caramel despite your scowl. “What?!” you scoff. “C’mon, stop. He’s Nanami’s friend!” You snatch the jar away and cradle it to your chest.

“Then he’s tryin’ to loosen you up for the doc!” Gojo laughs. “C’mon, you’re tellin’ you never noticed the man starin’ you down like he doesn’t wanna knock those cowgirl boots?”

The two snigger to themselves while you roll you eyes. They can’t be serious about this. Though Nanami is sweet, handsome, and intelligent, you know a relationship with a man like him wouldn’t last with a girl like you. “No, Nanami is just my friend AND my doctor. Besides, it would never work.”

“What would never work?” he asks, suddenly standing behind you while Haibara holds a tray of shots filled wih whiskey and tequila.

You squeak, immediately going hot in the face. “Nothing!” Gojo says. “Y/N was just talkin’ shit about our pool skills. She swears up and down that she can beat all of us.” He smirks at you, knowing damn well he just saved your ass. The bastard.

Haibara’s brows raise in interest. “Oh, really? I happen to be an expert pool player.” He gives you a wink as he walks over to the empty pool table a foot away from you with the shots. Geto follows him, brushing against you as he does. “Me too. Never lost a game.”

Gojo’s smile grows as he wanders over to the pool table, his long fingers caressing the table. “Well, then let’s put that to the test. Nanami, you in?”

The doctor looks slightly hesitant about the idea. “Pool plus alcohol has a tendency to go very, very badly….but it is a celebration.” He grabs a pool stick from Haibara and turns to you, concerned. “Are you okay to play?”

The other three men look at you, all expecting an answer. Though you feel cornered, the whiskey kicking in makes you feel confident enough to agree. “Yeah,” you say and take a pool stick. “Let’s see what you four got. Winner gets the last piece of my mom’s lemon tart.”

You eye the Gunslingers who look thrilled at your agreement. “You’re on,” Gojo says and passes you a shot glass. All five of you clink glasses before downing your shots in one shared gulp. Haibara steps aside, letting you have the first round. “Ladies first.” But you shake your head, leaning against the table. “Nuh-uh. You go first, Haibara, since you’re an expert.”

Nanami chuckles quietly at this. Though Haibara blushes, he goes anyway and leans over the table with his stick held between both hands in different places on the stick. He aims at a red ball and shoots once. The ball rolls against the table and falls it into a pocket, making a clattering noise as it does. Haibara fist bumps, overjoyed.

“Your turn, Geto,” you say, turning to the gunslinger. He nods and moves his big body next to yours to lean over the table, aiming for one green and one yellow. You watch him focus on the balls, the stick barely moving in his hands until he shoots. One hits against the other, causing both to fall into the nearest pocket. “You’re next, little miss,” he announces, giving you a smug look.

You purse your lips and ready your stick, leaning over the table’s edge as the others did. Geto sniggers beside you and you scowl up at him. “Wrong stance,” he chuckles. “Try angling your hips.” He suddenly appears behind you and places his big, warm hands on your waist. He angles them back while your knee juts forward, holding your weight.

When he drops his hands, he doesn’t move away from you, making it very hard to focus on anything but the smell of him. Swallowing roughly, you try to focus on the blue ball in front of you. Aim…and shoot! The tip of your stick hits the ball and slowly rolls across the table before falling into a pocket. “Good,” Geto coos.

Gojo hurumphs, sitting on the far right of the table’s edge. “Beginner’s luck.” You slowly lean up, giving the men a view of your body in slow motion. “Someone’s bitter,” you sing, sauntering over to him.

He sits there with his shot midway to his lips, but he’s too busy looking at you to take a sip. “Guess you’re not as good as you thought you were, cowboy,” you tease, your voice sultry and soft.

The outlaw pulls his shades down to show his blue eyes and you realize your mistake. Now the game has taken a new direction, especially when the drinks continue to flow. It becomes easier to fool around with four hot guys and not worry about how you look or feel with Geto and Gojo in the room.

As you drink, the whiskey and tequila take you on a ride. You feel more confident and boisterous, joking around with the fellas and talking shit as you take your turn. You become more playful with Gojo too, shoving at him when he scoots into your spot or bumping your hip with his when he’s too close.

After a half an hour of playtime, Gojo has got the most hits. “That lemon tart is almost mine, losers!” he cackles. “Have fun eatin’ this loss!”

“You’re cheatin’!” you shout from your spot sitting on the edge of the table. “Geto, tell him to stop movin’ around like that!” Geto just laughs, lighting a cigarette that he looks way too yummy doing. The more you drink, the more you find that you’re interested in everything the Gunslingers do. That’s a problem.

Haibara stands with Nanami, his chin on his fists as he leans against his stick. “No offense, Y/N, but the stakes ain’t too high with this game. I mean, your mom’s cookin’ is to die for, but I think the prize needs to be a little more…dramatic.” He looks at you, unsure of whether you’ll take this well or not.

“Y’know, he has a point,” Gojo says after downing a shot. He is flush in the face, cutely so, and his sunglasses are slipping off. “Maybe we should kick this game up a notch.” He gives you and Geto a smirk.

Nanami glares at him, perturbed by the idea. “How?” he scoffs. “We’ve already got enough alcohol for that.” He turns to you, concern laced in his expression and cheeks red from the alcohol. “Don’t let them make you feel pressured to—“

“How ‘bout a dance then, fellas?” you ask, the suggestion sounding way more seductive than it should. All four men stare at you, shocked by your quick draw suggestion. You’re just as shocked at yourself. You have no idea where that came from….but you run with it anyway. “Whoever wins gets to pick someone among the losers to dance with them the entire night.”

You slip off of the table and lean a hip against it, not even realizing how sexy your pose is. “Well, Nanami doesn’t dance,” Haibara chuckles, winking at his friend. “But he might for you.” Nanami scoffs, looking away from his friend as he sips on his beer. “Definitely not.”

Gojo plays with a red ball, spinning it around his fingers with one hand without dropping it. “You not game then, Nanami?” he chuckles, raising a brow at the doctor. “That’s too bad. I wouldn’t mind having a dance with this one.” He nods your way, giving you a smile that makes butterflies appear in your stomach.

You can’t tell if he’s just joking or trying to ruffle Nanami’s feathers, but it works. The doctor begrudgingly forces Haibara to hold his beer and steps to the table with his stick. “I’ll go first,” he growls under his breath. He leans over the table across from you, aiming for two green balls in a straight line. He is careful to line himself up before shooting.

Unfortunately, he miscalculates. One of the green 8-balls hits the wall of the table and stays put while the other falls into a pocket. “Dammit,” he swears.

Gojo hisses. “Oooh, better luck next time, buddy.” Nanami grits his teeth so hard that you’re scared he’ll grind them down to nothing.

“My turn!” Haibara announces, shoving his friend out of the way. He takes his hit as well, aiming for three 8-balls, but neither one of them disappear into a pocket. “Well, I guess that’s the Universe tellin’ me I can’t dance,” he sheepishly laughs.

“Oh, Dr. Nanami!” a voice suddenly wails over the music. You turn to see a frail woman in a floral dress and sun hat racing over to Nanami’s side. He bends down to hear her better and listen to her frantic words before motioning Haibara over. The brunette walks the woman outside before Nanami puts up his and Haibara’s cues.

“Hey, where you guys goin’?” You ask, confused.

“Kid outside got a scraped knee and the mom came runnin’ to get me.” He nods at the Gunslingers before tipping his hat at you. “You finish playing.”

You can’t quite make out what the frown on his face means before he leaves the party. You can’t help but feel like maybe he is glad to leave…and it has nothing to do with the party and way more to do with the Gunslingers. You don’t understand. Does he dislike Geto and Gojo?

Gojo sighs, leaning against his cue. “And then there were three.” He comes over and bumps his narrow hip with yours, earning your attention. “Is that dance still on the table, little lady?” A lazy smirk stretches across his pink lips. Geto looks over at you from his spot smoking his cig, just as interested in your answer.

Having their eyes on you causes delicious tingles to shudder throughout your body. It’s just the alcohol doing that though. Just the alcohol. “Maybe,” you hum, taking an 8-ball into one hand. “If you can beat me fair and square.”

You toss the ball Geto’s way and he catches it in both of his big hands, his cig hanging out of his mouth. Gojo takes the cig between his fingers and takes a puff, smoke billowing from his soft-looking lips. “Mmm, I dunno,” he drawls. “I still think the stakes should be a little bit higher. Make it spicier.”

Geto rolls his eyes but he doesn’t object. You scoff the white-haired hottie. “Fine, you choose your prize then. I’m stickin’ with a dance.”

“Me too,” Geto agrees and shrugs when Gojo shoots him a scowl. “Fine then,” Gojo huffs. “If I win, I get to choose one of the losers for a kiss.” Geto snorts, placing the 8-ball back onto the table. “I’m shocked you didn’t say both losers, you glutton.”

Gojo turns to you, a smile playing on his juicy lips. “You game, little miss?” he expectantly asks.

You should say no. You should even criticize him for picking such a prize. Does he mean a kiss on the cheek? Either way, it’s so dangerous. Though nothing has happened yet, you can’t trust yourself when you’re drunk. Even now, your confidence is making you want to grab the hottest guy in here and ask him to spend the night with you.

Unfortunately, the hottest guy in here is split in two: Geto and Gojo. You take another sip of your Jack Daniels which is a bad idea because it coaxes you to give into the danger and say yes. ‘What’s the harm?’ You think. ‘It’s just a game. Nothing more, nothing less. And we’re just friends.’

“Fine,” you say, firmly pursing your lips. “But you’re not gonna win this. Now line ‘em up.” You tap your cue demandingly against the pool table, causing the men to laugh. They like it when you’re bossy.

Since two players left, you end up going first. As Geto and Gojo lean up against the left side of the table, you decide to take your chances over there and distract them a bit. No shame in flexing your strategic playing, right?

You shimmy between the two, your eyes locked on three 8-balls lined up in a row. There are eight left in total. You slide between Geto to get a better reach. “Pardon,” you say, slipping in front of him to take your turn.

When you bend over the table, you hear Geto take a sharp intake of breath and suddenly, the music and chatter from the party sounds farther away. You’re too focused on how close he is and how you can feel his belt buckle against your back.

You’re also aware that he and Gojo are possibly staring at your ass. The idea of that excites you more than you’d like.

You finally take a hit at the balls and put the rest into God’s hands. He doesn’t forsake you. You watch as all three balls fall into a pocket, one after the other. You turn around to face Geto and he’s so close and so big that you have to lean back to see him. “Hope you’re not a sore loser,” you giggle.

The outlaw smirks down at you, leaning an arm over the table edge to trap you between him and the pool table. “You should be askin’ yourself that, cutie.”

His voice is silky and smooth, caressing your ears and a forbidden part of you that is already throbbing at him being so near. And his smell! You can’t get enough of it. It’s spicy yet earthly like cinnamon mixed with pine trees. How would that smell be if it stained your sheets?

Feeling like you’re walking into a dangerous place, you slide out from in front of him, allowing him his shot. He successfully aims and shoots at two red balls, but doesn’t count on getting the cue ball.

You and Gojo physically cringe at the sight of the white ball falling into a pocket. “Dammit,” Geto swears, disappointed.

“And then there were two!” Gojo cackles, cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders to loosen himself up. “Get them lips ready, little miss.”

You scoff, fixing him with a look. “You should be gettin’ them feet ready, cowboy,” you shoot back.

The two of you go head to head, sizing each other up with looks across the table. With three balls left, Gojo aims for all three. He is careful and slow as he aims at them, his cue as straight as a line. One 8-ball knocks against the other like dominos and begin rolling against the table.

“C’moooon,” he begs, folding his hands into a prayer. One ball falls into a pocket, but the other two careen against the wall.

You race to take your turn, taking your sweet time lining yourself up. Without even thinking, you aim at one ball and watch as it slowly rolls into the other. Suddenly, the two are falling together into a pocket and the table is empty.

“Yes!” You whoop, raising your arms in victory. You jump up and down, not even aware that your tits jump with you. “I win, I win, I win! Get on that dance floor, fellas!”

You begin to move to the fiddle playing on the stage that is followed by a cheery piano. The Gunslingers look at each other, confused. “Fellas? Plural?” Gojo asks. “Didn’t you say you’d choose ONE of the losers to dance with you?”

You cock your head at him, giving him a sharp eye. “Yes, but you’re not doin’ nothin’ except standin’ there with a cigarette in your mouth.” Gojo makes a point to hold Geto’s cigarette between his index and forefingers as he hollows his cheeks. The smoke-formed O that leaves his lips seems almost erotic to you.

Geto gives you a sheepish, apologetic smile. “Sorry to break it to ya, darlin’, but I don’t dance,” he sighs. “And this one don’t know how to dance.” He gives Gojo a knowing look. “Can’t we just watch you?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

Although the idea of them watching you move on the dance floor is thrilling to you, you’re not going to give up so easily. You place your cue on the table and jut your hip out as you cross your arms over your chest. “Fine,” you scoff. “But don’t complain when I find somebody else to dance with.”

You then saunter up to Gojo and pluck his cigarette out of his mouth. Both men watch you, stunned and entranced, as you take a slow drag of it. You hollow your cheeks and quickly blow the smoke out from between your O-shaped lips in a steady stream.

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” you exhale through the smoke, “I’m gonna go find me a dance partner.”

You pass the cigarette back to an aroused Geto and walk off to find your dance for the night.

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Titan Bending Chapter 25

Warning: Violence consistent with cannon, NSFW so MDNI, language, major character death (both consistent with canon of both AOT and ATLA as well as diverging from canon), so much trauma literally everyone is so traumatized, very much slow burn, a little enemies to lovers, SO MUCH ANGST, hurt/comfort, hurt and delayed comfort, AFAB reader

Anything in bold is considered to be a different language and the context will specify what that language may be.

Chapter Warnings: Family Death (past), more death (past), extreme fire damage (past), talks of criminal history - reader has killed people before

WC: 3537

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I’m awoken with a shake, and as I open my eyes I see Aang standing over me.

“Can you steer Appa while I take the glider to scout out a place to land?” Aang asks with a comically large smile.

From this angle, I’m struck by how much he still resembles his childhood self. I rub the sleep from my eyes and stretch before nodding and standing up. I take the few steps across the saddle to slide into place behind Appa’s head and grab his reins.

I mentally kick myself for falling asleep. I had been so excited to get the opportunity to ride on Appa again for the journey to the Fire Nation and the first thing I did was take a nap. As soon as I’m settled behind Appa’s head, though, I notice how lovely the air feels whipping through my hair and I can’t fault myself for having such a good nap.

After only a few minutes, Aang is back on his glider. “There’s a clearing about a mile ahead. Start taking Appa down a bit now and you won’t be able to miss it. I’m going to go tell the others about it.”

I direct Appa downwards and, sure enough, after about three minutes I can see the clearing Aang was talking about. I direct Appa to the ground and I help Levi, Connie, Sasha, and Jean all get down. It appeared to be a natural clearing in the woods, but there was also a small village that couldn’t really be noticed from the air.

At least, it was the remnants of a small village. It had clearly been ravaged by the Fire Nation during the war. Every building was in ruins, but some were worse than others. Just a cursory glance around revealed that some of the buildings had be completely demolished, the only pieces remaining were the rubble and the foundation.

We all started to look around, just purely out of curiosity, as Aang landed with the airship in tow. As everyone started milling about, I couldn’t help but be struck by the familiarity of this little village. I couldn’t quite place it, and it was hard to tell with it being a shadow of its former self, but it definitely seemed to me like I recognized it.

As everyone else began to approach, a melancholic silence apparent, I couldn’t resist the urge to ask, “Did we ever camp out here? I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve been here before.”

The Gaang all seems confused, and it’s Sokka that says, “No, I really don’t think so. I…I feel like I’d remember this place…”

All of the kids immediately start rifling through the rubble, seeing what they can glean from the ghosts of the village. Meanwhile, the rest of us go about setting up camp around what was clearly a firepit in the middle of the village during it’s hayday. As we do so, I see Armin out of the corner of my eye marching down the hill with Eren and Mikasa in tow.

I don’t pay them much mind until I hear Armin matter-of-factly state, “I found something, but I don’t know what it is and I didn’t feel right opening it.”

This draws everyone back to our little home base and I glance up as he hands something distinctly Watertribe blue to Katara.

“It’s Watertribe for sure but I’ve never seen something like it so it must be from the North. Y/n, do you recognize it?” She asks.

Now turning to look at it fully, I realize that I do in fact know what it is. “Oh, yeah. It looks like a medical bag. Makes sense that it survived too, we make ‘em fire-proof. Depending on how high-ranking the healer was that owned it, it might even have a name embroidered on it.”

I turn back to organizing the supplies in front of me as Sokka leans over Katara’s shoulder to take a look and sounds out the name he sees. “Kai…Kaima? I might not be pronouncing it right, I’ve never seen a name like this before.”

My blood runs cold. My head now snaps up from what I was working on and I’m absolutely locked in.

“W-what did you say?”

“Kaima? K-A-I-M-A. Do you recognize the name?” He clarifies.

My vision narrows like I’m going to faint. I stutter out a quiet “y-y-yeah” before realization hits me. I whip around, taking in all the sights of the village.

If the contents are the same, that likely means the bag hasn’t been moved.

“Y/n are you-” Katara begins to ask.

I cut her off, “Are there a pair of children’s dance shoes in the bag?” still looking every which way.

“What?” She asks incredulously.

I finally turn back to look at her. I don’t know what my expression must look like, but I feel a bit crazed. I repeat my question much more firmly. “Are there a pair of children’s dance shoes in the bag?”

When I feel her hesitate, I try to plead with my eyes as I say, “Humor me.”

Reluctantly, she slowly opens the bag and before she even pulls anything out I know I’m right. After what seems like an hour passes, she slowly produces a pair of shoes small enough for a young child and worn down but not sullied. Everyone looks at me like I’ve suddenly gained clairvoyance, but for me that was the final piece of confirmation I needed.

“How the fuck did you know that?” Sokka asks when I don’t immediately explain myself.

I have to shove my hands in my pockets so that people can’t see how badly I’m shaking. When I speak, I somehow can’t recognize my own voice. “The name on that bag is pronounced Kay-ma. That’s my mom’s medbag. She…she kept my first pair of dance shoes in it for good luck once I grew out of them. The fact that it still has its original contents means that it hasn’t been moved or tampered with. That’s why I am the only person that recognizes this place. This…this was my village.”

Everyone is too stunned to say anything for a moment. I cross my arms tight against my body, suddenly feeling a chill in the air. Finally, it’s Suki that breaks the silence, “I always wondered why you never came back,” seeming to moreso be thinking out loud than talking to anyone in particular.

“I did,” I say remorsefully. Still not looking at anyone, terrified of the pity that I know will be written on everyone’s faces, I continue, “About a week after the raid I came back to see what and who was left. When I got there, some of the buildings were still smoldering and there wasn’t a person anywhere to be seen.”

Still speaking contemplatively, it’s Zuko that speaks up next. “The Fire Nation was brutal, but this…this looks…intentional.”

“It was,” I respond again. “It was a very strategic location, close enough to the shore for any Watertribe troops but inland enough to also be utilized by the Earth Kingdom Army. Up at the top of the hill,” I point in the direction I’m talking about, “the biggest structure up there, my mom and I set up a little hospital. All kinds of soldiers would come through here and we would heal them. Not only was this super important for the cause, we had so many different people come through here that it was a good place to share intelligence. I guess the Fire Nation found out. If you look closely, the structures that are the most damaged are the hospital and the house right next to it. My house.”

The group is left speechless yet again.

After a prolonged silence, Aang quietly asks me, “Y/n. Are you okay with staying here tonight?”

“Huh?” I turn to finally look at him. Just like I had predicted, there’s pity and sorrow written all over his face which ties my stomach into an uncomfortable knot. “Oh, yeah. It’s no problem. Good closure, ya know?” I try my best to smile, but my attempt doesn’t change his expression.

Addressing everyone while talking to Aang, I’m more stern than I intend to be when I say, “Don’t pity me. This happened ten years ago, I’ve made my peace with it.”

I finally turn to look at everyone and I feel like my skin is crawling with thousands of tiny bugs. The sympathy on their faces and - oh god, is Katara crying? Shit, Armin and Sasha, too? - their sad eyes make me want to run into the woods I lost myself in as a child.

“Alright, come on, we’ve got stuff to do to get dinner ready,” I say in a desperate attempt to just get everyone to stop looking at me like that.

Reluctantly, everyone goes back to what they were doing before, but there is noticeably less curiosity and vigor in everyones motions.

The rest of the evening is begrudgingly very quiet. No one quite knows what to say and when I tried to start conversations they would end abruptly. Once the fire was out and everyone had gone to bed, I decided to do my own exploring, starting with the remnants of my former home.

As I sift through the derbis as quietly as I can, I hear footsteps crunching on the gravel. I can tell without turning around that it’s Levi. He stops at what would be the edge of the house.

“Come on in, the door’s open,” I joke morbidly.

I hear him snort as he steps forward, the sound of the ground shifting beneath his feet indiscernable from when he was on the gravel pathway. I lean back to sit on some moss covered bricks and Levi finds a similar perch. It feels so vulnerable. I can tell he’s searching for the right words to say, so I cut him off before he gets a chance.

“If you’ve come here to express any level of pity, please don’t. I can handle the emotions, I can’t handle people acknowledging them.”

He merely shakes his head. “The stars are really bright out here.”

For the first time tonight, I crane my head back and really look at the sky. He’s right, they are bright here. As I look up, I’m flooded with memories of laying out in the field with my mom stargazing. But I can’t think of my mom without my mind immediately jumping to the last time I saw her. I huff out a sigh.

“What are you thinking about?” Levi asks tentatively.

I look at him out of the corner of my eye and raise a brow. “Economic policy,” I say sarcastically.

To my surprise, he chuckles a bit. “I-I guess that was a dumb question.”

My face softens and I shake my head. “No, it wasn’t.” I pause for a moment, weighing my options before ultimately deciding that if I’ve already been exposed today, I might as well continue. I look away before saying, “I was just remembering all of the times my mom and I would star gaze together - both here and back in the Northern Watertribe. But, maybe it’s just today’s events, but I can’t seem to think about anything other than the…less savory memories.”

Thankfully, Levi isn’t the type to pry. But, he does know how to get someone’s mind off of the bad things. “W-what did your m-mom look like?”

This draws my attention back to him and I mentally curse myself for thinking he looks particularly handsome in the moonlight. I force myself to look back up at the sky and I smile in recollection. “I was always told that I was a carbon copy of her. Same complexion, same features. Her laugh wasn’t as abrasive as mine but we had the same eyes. It’s kind of nice, actually. When I really look in the mirror, which, albeit, I don’t do very often, I really see a lot of her in my appearance as an adult. Our smiles were the most similar though.”

“Sh-sh-she sounds…b-beautiful,” Levi’s voice is barely a whisper.

My heart jumps into my throat at the implication of what he just said. I have to swallow hard before I can speak again, and even then my voice isn’t any louder than his was. “She was.”

We hold eye contact for an eternity before he breaks to look at the sky again. I do the same and my thoughts immediately return to her smile. I shiver a little at the memory and Levi takes that as my being cold so, like so many times before, he moves to sit next to me and drape his jacket over my shoulders. I hold it across my chest and, in a moment of vulnerability, scoot myself tight up against his side craving the comfort of contact. He stiffens momentarily before almost melting into it, even going so far as to put his hand on my shoulder to pull me in closer, clearly sensing that I need the comfort despite how much I might deny it.

“My last memory of my mom is of her smiling, actually.” I chuckle humorlessly. “I think that’s why I avoided smiling for the first few years after everything happened,” I trail off.

“What do you mean?” Levi probes.

I sigh sadly. “When the Fire Nation attacked, my mom and I were the only benders. I was ten, so obviously she didn’t let me fight. She was taking on multiple soldiers at once as she was screaming at me to run. I was frozen for a minute, but it seemed like time stopped and she turned and smiled at me, a big, genuine smile, and told me she’d take care of it. To this day, I don’t know how she managed to smile like that when I’m pretty sure she knew she was about to die. I took off running into the woods. I was amazed that I didn’t hear anyone following me. At the time I thought it was just that they figured a child wasn’t worth it to chase down. When I came back a week later, I found her in the same spot she was in when I left, but…I also found the rest of the village. At the edge of the woods, I found 29 people with their arms still linked. The Fire Nation didn’t follow me not because they didn’t try but because my entire village prevented them from following. That’s also why I never searched for any survivors afterwards, I knew there wouldn’t be any because the village only had 31 people counting my mom and I.”

Levi’s only response is to pull me closer, squeezing me so tightly that it would’ve almost hurt if it weren’t so damn comforting.

Quietly, I say, “I’ve never told anyone that…Thanks for listening.”

I feel his body shake as he nods and I snort a little laugh. “You seem to bring out all of the stories I’ve never talked about before.”

He stiffens again momentarily and I take the opportunity to stretch before returning to my position tucked against him. It’s at this point that I realize just how much of a problem my budding feelings for him are, but I can’t force myself to leave the comfort of being close to him despite my better judgement.

I giggle a little to myself, prompting him to look at me quizzically.

“Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about how this has been a rather unexpected distraction from the whole Avatar thing.”

“Why are you so bothered by that? Isn’t it a good thing?” He asks.

“That’s kind of the problem. I’m not a good enough person to be the Avatar,” I state.

He seems taken aback by this. “How do you figure?”

“Well, after losing my village, I was just a ten year old kid on my own in the wilderness. I had to steal and do other…very bad things for a long time. I was so angry that I didn’t see a problem with it until I got a little older and my grief wasn’t all-consuming anymore. The Avatar shouldn’t be someone that’s a criminal,” I say almost angrily with a hint of saddness.

“I ran a crime ring in the Underground,” Levi says plainly.

I turn to look at him with furrowed brows.

“I did bad shit. Stealing. Murder. You name it. I was a bad guy, but that’s what I had to do to survive. You were just surviving.”

I grunt in agreement, thankful for the gesture but not fully buying it. “I suppose.”

“How bad could it be?” Clearly, Levi wasn’t buying my dismissal.

“Irredeamable,” I say resolutely.

Levi shifts to make me look at him, but I can’t hold his eyes. Gently, he says, “I have a h-hard time believing that, given the version of you I know n-n-now.”

I shake my head. “Once I grew some morals and realized just how bad of a person I had been, I vowed to spend the rest of my life trying to make up for what I had done.”

I was continuing to hold my cards close to my chest, but for the first time in my life I felt my resolve starting to waver.

“You don’t have to tell me, y/n. But I promise, there’s nothing that you could say to me that I haven’t done personally,” Levi whispers.

I mentally take note of how hard Levi is trying to learn about this part of my life and it feels very…validating? While it could technically be considered prying, it doesn’t feel that way. It feels like he’s genuinely trying to understand me.

I sigh and look at the ground. “I started with stealing. Until one time someone came home while I was in the middle. I panicked and killed him. Then I went on the run - well, more on the run than I already was, I guess. I started fighting for money and overhead someone after my fight negotiating a hit. Despite just being a kid I jumped in and said I could do it for half of what the other guy was asking and I could make it look like natural causes. That got me into the murder for hire business for about a year until I ran into a group of orphans, all around my age. They called themselves the “Freedom Fighters” and they basically engaged in guerrilla warfare against the Fire Nation. I liked it because it felt like I was finally getting some kind of revenge. This is when I started hiding my bending because none of the other kids were benders. Given my background I acted as their assassin for the first year or so that I was with them. When the anger finally started to ware off, it really began to dawn on me just how terrible I had been for so many years. So I still acted in their assassin capacity, but I stopped killing them. This is also when I stopped bending altogether. For over two years I had used my bending to do heinous things so I figured it was safer to just not bend. It took me another year or so to fully wake up to how poisoned and blood-thirsty the Freedom Fighters were overall, especially their leader, Jet. So, one night I left and basically started over from scratch.”

Before Levi has a chance to respond, I chuckle to myself again and finish off by saying, “The Avatar is supposed to be the embodiment of peace and light. Not someone that uses their bending for personal gain or even survival. I’m the wrong person, the universe chose wrong.”

Levi takes a long pause. “I-I-I’m not great with words…but the y/n I know seems like the right choice to me.”

I raise my eyes to meet Levi’s and for a moment the air between us feels like it’s charged with electricity. “Thank you,” I breathe out before forcing my gaze away. “But that’s just because you only know this version of me.”

I give Levi a half-hearted smile and sideways glance before I qualify what I’m saying. “Sorry, I know I’m being difficult. I really do appreciate you saying that, it…well, it means a lot coming from you.”

For the first time, I notice his breath catch and I realize that Katara and Suki may know exactly what they’re talking about. I catch myself glancing at his lips and, emboldened by the intimacy, I lean in slowly. Unexpectedly, Levi breaks my eyecontact and looks in the other direction.

Well damn, I guess I read THAT all wrong…

“Y-y-you should…probably get some s-s-sleep,” Levi says almost imperceptibly.

I scoff a little, trying my best to brush off my embarrassment. “I think the pot just called the kettle black.”

He snorts at me but doesn’t otherwise acknowledge that I said anything. Standing up slowly, Levi faces away from me as he whispers “Goodnight, y/n,” and walks away before I have a chance to respond.

Alone again, I sigh and lay my face in my hands. “Goodnight, Levi,” I say to myself, defeated.

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m-jelly · 7 months ago

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OMG I just read the pilot levi and flight attendant reader head cannons and I loved them!

Can you please write a NSFW story on them please??

Mile high.

Levi x fem!reader

Modern AU, pilot Levi, flight attendant reader, romance, smut, married, some foreplay, dirty talk, bathroom sex, slight public sex? unprotected, pet names quickie.

Levi gives you a hint that he is aroused, so you reply with a hint back. The two of you go to the pilot's bathroom where Levi ravages you. Quickie smut.

You walked into the cockpit with drinks and snacks for your husband and Erwin. "Evening, gentlemen. I have brought drinks and snacks to keep you going."

Erwin took his drink from you as Levi's hand went up the back of your leg and under your skirt. "Thank you. Appreciate it."

You shivered as Levi's fingers lightly touched your panties. "Mm, you're welcome."

Levi moved his hand away and took his drink. "Thank you, darling wife." He looked up at you. "Your feet need a rest, can I help?"

You nibbled your lip at the hint of him asking if you wanted to fool around. "I need it."

Levi's eyes sparkled. "I'll come and help you in a moment. You don't mind, do your Erwin?"

Erwin shook his head. "No, it's okay. This is a long fight, so take a rest and have a nice little date or something."

You smiled a little. "Thank you."

You slipped out of the cockpit and walked around the pilot's area. You and Erwin's wife were the only flight attendants allowed here, which was nice because the two gents didn't need much. It had become the perfect job, all you did was relax and spend time with your best friend, your dear friend and your husband.

Levi strolled towards you and called your name. "Come here."

You trotted over with a smile on your face. "Yes?"

He wrapped an arm around you and lifted causing you to giggle. "You're mine." He carried you into the slightly spacy bathroom and slammed the door shut. "Little privacy." He dropped you on your feet and locked the door. "Now then...where was I..."

You nibbled your lip. "Levi."

He ran his hand up the inside of your thigh. "Let's have a feel again."

You leaned your head back and gasped in delight as his lips dotted your neck with kisses. "Ah, mmm."

He slipped his hand into your panties and moved his fingers against you. "Naughty girl, already wet and ready for your husband even before he did anything."

You shivered as his fingers plunged in and out of you. "Can you blame me? You're incredible."

He dragged his fingers out and lightly played with your clit as he spoke against your lips. "You're the incredible one. Every inch of you is a pure delight and pleasure." He kissed you and mewled in delight. "All mine."

You panted and moaned against his lips. "Yours."

He dragged his finger from you and licked them clean. "I love you."

You purred. "I love you too."

He lightly gripped your neck. "Now, my wonderful wife, I'm going to fuck as much love into you as possible." He nipped your bottom lip. "Fill you with all the cum you want."

You moaned. "Please."

He lifted you and sat you on the sink. He smirked when you unbuttoned your shirt a little. "Look at you."

You hummed a laugh. "I know you like my breasts." You shifted on your bum and slipped your panties off. "Now, come here and cum in me."

Levi was fast to move, he opened his belt, popped the button and yanked his zip down. Once he pulled out his throbbing thick correction, he pumped it in his hand a few times. He pressed the tip in just a little bit to ensure you were okay to take him.

The warmth of your pussy was intoxicating to him and the thickness of his cock was addictive. His loving hands gripped your hips before he slammed himself deep into you. He kissed you roughly and caught your moan before anyone passing by heard you.

You gripped Levi's back as your legs locked around him. You moaned desperately into the kiss and felt yourself melting under him. The pleasure pulsing through you was overwhelming as he pounded into you over and over. The two of you were just made for each other. He stretched you in all the right places and you clenched him just right.

Your toes curled tightly in pleasure. Each pump of Levi's hips was causing your shoes to fall off. You felt your coil tighten hard as skin slapped against skin and Levi's tongue moved against yours. The two of you were losing your minds and bodies in the heat of passion.

You squeezed your legs around your husband as you felt the end coming. You pulled from his lips. "Levi, I'm close."

He smiled at you. "Moan against my ear, darling. I want your moans of cumming against my ear."

You pressed your lips against his cute ear and panted heavily. You mewled in delight as you felt so close. You gasped when you felt the snap followed by the familiar blissful release. Your orgasm consumed you causing Levi to moan in delight.

You kissed the side of his ear. "Cum inside me."

He bucked as hard and as fast as you could take before plunging in deep. He cupped the side of your face and looked deep into your eyes as he came hard inside you. Each twitch of his cock and pump of cum inside you was euphoric to you both.

He purred to you. "Fuck, darling."

You kissed him and mewled. "That was just what we needed." You kissed him again. "It's a shame we can't go longer."

He growled. "Quickies on the plane only. Just wait for when I get you in a hotel room."

You nibbled your lip. "I'm excited. We'll go all night."

"We will." He dragged his cock out of you and tucked himself away. "Let me get your underwear."

"Thank you."

He slipped them on you and helped you off the sink. "Are you okay?"

You nodded. "Yes."

"I was a bit rough."

You linked your arms around your neck. "You were perfect as always."

He pouted. "I wished I lasted longer for you."

"You made me cum." You giggled. "Besides, we don't have much time on the plane like you said." You kissed him over and over. "I love you."

"I love you forever and always, my darling wife."

You showered his face with kisses making him chuckle. "So handsome and all mine."

He hugged you tightly and hummed in happiness. "How did I get so lucky to have you as my wife?"

"You were you."

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