#so I forced his thoughts out into the open without his permission bc he's a character that twiddles his thumbs in my brain

[thornilee013]

Push and Pull

[Instead of a WW for today, you all get (unfortunately only part of) a new project I started because I made myself emotional thinking about it. Thankfully it will be quite short.]

[Summary: Jean is an art major specializing in clay/pottery and goes through some introspection while working on things.]

[Enjoy!]

Jean frowned at the slab of clay sitting in front of him. He was certain that it was mocking him in its readiness to be shaped into something–anything–other than a cone, daring him to try and mold it into something else. Normally Jean handled taunting with a rough check or an even more scathing remark, but clay could not be insulted. It was literally part of the dirt. If he wasn't careful with how much water he applied to the cone, it could very easily become mud underneath his fingers. What kind of insult would be capable of hurting a clay heart? Jean knew that if he was struggling to think of an insult, that there likely were none that would be applicable.

Still, there was a peacefulness in the blank slate that the clay provided. A blank slate that he could always bring back, regardless of how many times the side of the pot caved or the clay slipped off the wheel or if he started the pot off center by accident. No matter what, he could always peel it off the wheel and start again. There was excitement in seeing what he’d be able to create out of the earth, and of seeing just how much the clay would reveal to him of its final purpose along the way. 

Jean Moreau always began his pottery projects with the same approach: by building solid walls that he could later adjust through pushing and pulling. When he’d first started making pottery he’d worried that his crooked fingers would hinder the process. That somehow, his hands would be too broken to properly shape the clay. As a result, his first pot had ended up with walls that were too thick and were uneven on top. And yet, when his professor presented the final, fired result, Jean could hardly believe that his lumpy, misshapen pot had been able to withstand its true test. 

He’d turned it over and over, searching for clues that it was a fake. He’d been convinced that there was no way that it was his project; after all, the professor had to have recreated it so that it would boost his confidence. Instead, as he’d reacquainted his hands with the clay and examined its curves and flaws, he realized that it fit perfectly in his misshapen hands. It was like holding a piece of himself─a single piece of the puzzle of his selfhood that had, until then, been lost. Then, he found the ghost of one of his fingerprints in the fired clay and all his doubts had been put to rest. 

It was still his favorite piece he’d created. It stood as proof to him that he wasn’t too broken to create something new, and on days when he doubted that fact, he would pick up the pot and turn it over once more in his hands and line his thumb up with the fingerprint.

He pulled the clay out in a bold curve, careful to stretch it in a way that would make it expand gradually, only to pinch it back in at a steeper slope. 

He’d improved with practice, of course. Soon he’d created bowls and cups and small vases. But for each project that he turned in, his professor would always say the same thing: he needed to work on making the walls thinner. But he’d refused to believe that he could handle anything thinner. He was convinced that his hands were meant for two things: hurting others, and being hurt. Already he’d proven that he could create, but convincing himself that he wouldn’t destroy something was another hurdle he had to overcome. 

It hadn’t been until his professor came to stand in front of the station where he’d been working that day and challenged him to create a bowl with a wall thinner than his pinkie. 

“But what if it folds on itself? What if it tears?” he’d asked. 

“Then you can scrape the clay off the wheel, wedge it, and start over. There’s no limit to it. You can always go back to the beginning. The clay doesn’t mind, and neither do I. As long as you lock up behind yourself when you leave the studio,” his professor had said with a shrug and a smirk.

Sure enough, he’d made the bowl too thin. It ended up tearing and folding in on itself in a pattern that almost resembled a ribbon. Jean had swallowed the defeat and followed his professor’s instructions, and the next time he’d pulled up the walls, he was almost able to maintain a consistent thickness in the walls throughout the entire bowl. 

Jean finished the vase by flaring out the top of the project, careful not to let the clay at the top of the piece get so thin that it wouldn’t be able to support its own weight. While other students in the art major program would typically get rid of the slip and any signs of the work being thrown on a wheel, Jean was careful to preserve the imperfections in the surface of his new vase. He was even more nervous to slide the wire under his project, especially given how much he liked how the vase had turned out. 

To keep his anxieties at bay, he shut his eyes, took a deep breath, and reminded himself that it was all temporary anyway. Nothing in the world is permanent, and this vase is no exception. But I can make it again, if I want to. It wouldn’t be the same, but I wouldn’t want it to be an exact replica anyway. Once he made peace with the fact that his work was only partially over, he slipped the wire through the clay as close to the base as possible, holding his breath the entire time. 

It came off the wheel cleanly, with only a thin layer left behind on the wheel that he scraped off and tossed back into the bin with the rest of the clay they used in class. Once his vase was set aside to air out for the next stage of its creation process, Jean plucked one of his projects that was nearer to completion from the shelf─a plain, relatively small tea cup─and brought it to one of the tables meant for detail work and for glazing. 

He was done with the glazing in less than thirty minutes, having picked a unique glaze that was designed to react to the firing process by changing hues and developing a melted appearance. 

Jean placed his completed project into the open kiln, whispering a quick prayer under his breath before shutting the lid. Part of him expected that each and every project of his that his professor put into the kiln wouldn’t survive the heat. And if that happened, it would take out the other projects around him as well. 

He’d told Betsy several times that he had the same fear about himself─that he would snap someday, and that it would mean that those around him would get hurt in the process.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

MASTERPOST

[hitomisuzuya]

HIII YOUR REQS ARE OPEN AGAINNN HERE'S FLOWERS FOR U AGAIN🌼🌹🌹🌸🏵💐🌸

CAN I REQ FOR STRICT DOM SCARA AND USER SENDING TEASING MESSAGES TO SCARA WHILE HE'S AT WORKK SO HE GOES HOME EARLYYY JUST TO PUNISH USER👹👹 (IT DOESN'T STOP BC OF SCARA'S STAMINA) if that's totally okay with u💐

GOODNESS I RLLY HAD TO SIT AND TYPE B4 GOING TO SCHOOL😭😭 (IM RUNNING LATE)

Dom! Scaramouche x fem reader. Smut. Spanking. Degradation. Fingersucking. Dom/sub dynamics. Dirty texts. Isn't the real name of the game to bask in his comforting dominance?❤️

Thank you for the flowers🥺 Always be on time for school. Education is important😌 and pre period horny is seriously real right now.

Scaramouche is beyond frustrated with you. He already knew you were in a clingy, needy mood, which sent him to work with a hint of pride. You'd even pouted your lower lip out so cutely, asking if he could stay home today because all you wanted was him.

He'd departed with a pat on your head, telling you to be a good girl, and wait for him to get home. Leaving you wet, aching and needy for him only fueled his ego.

Your first text came in just before lunch. "I'm so wet, I can feel it on my fingers as I stroke myself."

Scaramouche's hand tightened on his pen, his fingers hastily flicking on his keyboard as he typed. He grit his teeth, attempting to ignore the way his cock pulsed. "Don't you dare touch what's mine until I get home, slut. Do you understand me?"

"It feels so good to rub my clit, I don't think I can stop. I want my Master's cock."

"I thought I told you to be a good girl, and fucking wait for me. You are testing my patience."

Scaramouche thought that was that because you were quiet for awhile. Would you really disobey him any further.

....

...

..

.

Yes.

Your next message shattered what was left of his concentration entirely. It was a video of you, legs spread and fucking your fingers into your pussy. "I'm weak."

Scaramouche sent his staff home, with pay for the day and went home. He promptly commanded you to strip, and put you over his knee. "What did you think you were trying to pull, slut?" He hissed, smacking his hand across your ass.

Your toes curled feeling the sting of his hand, biting your lower lip as your pussy clenched around nothing. "What do you mean, Master?" You asked casually, squirming in anticipation in his lap.

"You brat," Scaramouche scoffed, roughly groping your ass before smacking it again. "What gives you the right to touch what's mine," He delivered a firm strike, keening a moan from you, "Without my permission, no less. Your pussy belongs to me."

Another firm strike to your inflamed ass sent your clit throbbing, a new coat of wet coating your clenching pussy. You yelped in bliss, squirming in his lap again.

Scaramouche proceeded to make you count, one plus two extra for every teasing message you'd sent him. His cock pulsed harder seeing your body start to shake from the sensation of your pussy clenching around nothing, soaking in every moan and pleased whine.

Parting your messy folds, he scooped your juices onto two fingers before pushing you somewhat unceremoniously off his lap. Grabbing a handful of your hair, he pulled you to your knees, forcing you to look up at him. "Say it, whore. Tell your Master how much of a weak slut you are," He poked his fingers against your lips, "Suck if you understand."

Your cheeks flushed, his dominance blanketing you in a comforting weight. You nodded, opening your mouth. Your tongue curled around his beautiful fingers, muffling a moan on them as you sucked. He pushed them into your throat before taking them out of your mouth. His hand tightened on your hair, glaring in command down at you.

"I am a weak slut needy for your cock," You repeated verbatim, an adoring look in your eyes as you submissively licked his fingers. You were more than happy to repeat those words to the very center of your universe.

A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, his hand going for your throat. His cock have throbbed harder seeing your body tense in anticipation of his fingers wrapping around your pretty throat. He hovered his fingers over your throat teasingly before he cupped your cheek instead.

You always sent him reeling.

Your loving subservience ultimately made him weak. It was just so fucking intoxicating. Laughing shakily, he pushed you back onto his bed, promptly putting his weight on you while he pinned your wrists above your head.

"Only I can stuff this slutty pussy full," He moaned, pushing his cock inside of you all at once. You cried out, your hips jerking to buck into his. The head of his cock abruptly hitting your sweet spot made your head spin in pleasure. "I thought my pet whore understood this," He emphasized his words with harsh snaps of his hips.

You were falling apart under the dizzy bliss of his punishment. Your walls clenched tight around his cock, your back arching off the bed as harsh thrusts stole your breath away. When you thought you couldn't moan any louder, his cock kissing into your sweet spot proved you so wrong.

"Scream for me. Scream for your Master," Scaramouche groaned, his cock pulsing hard as he stretched your tight walls apart. He sank his teeth dominantly into your shoulder, sucking and grinding his teeth to swallow back his own whimpers of pleasure.

"Master! Master Scaramouche!" You cried out in a way that only brought him closer to cumming. Drunk on the power he has over you, his pace never once faltered.

He already knew that once he fucked you full of cum that you would sink to your knees and lick his cock clean when he commanded you to. Just once wasn't going to be enough to fuck this lesson into you.

[subskz]

rin what do u think each skz members' orgasms are like? like what sounds they'd make, what expressions? 😩😩😩

what a delicious question…i went a bit too hard so it’s under the cut heh

chan - he is so so loud. one of the loudest if not the loudest of all the boys, he gets fully lost in the heat of the moment that not even his shyness can keep him from letting out the most sinful moan after moan w barely any chance to breathe in between, he might even borderline scream when it first hits. channie seems like the type who hard time controlling himself when he's feeling any strong emotion...think of all the involuntary shouts he lets out when he's super excited, it's almost like that hehe. he almost looks and sounds like he’s in pain or crying bc of how intensely he expresses his pleasure...eyes squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed, face scrunching up w his puffy lips parted so wide to spill out all those pretty cries <3 the veins in his arms n neck would be super prominent too, esp if you're within reach and his arms aren't bound, he'll grip onto you for dear life until his muscles are bulging. i dont think he’d be able to look at you when he cums, poor baby wouldn't be able to handle it and he also just physically can't force himself to keep his eyes open when he's feeling so good. he'd either keep them closed tight w his head tilted back, or he'd bury his face into your shoulder if the position allows it...he might even nuzzle his nose against yours to wordlessly beg you to kiss him through his high. afterwards once his panting starts to die down and some of the fog in his head starts to clear, he'd let out an exhausted, embarrassed giggle when it starts to sink in that he was the one making all those shamelessly filthy noises just moments ago

lino - sooooo pretty. the type to throw his head all the way back and give you a full view of his face as his climax hits. if he’s really far gone, his jaw goes completely slack (w his cute lil bunny teeth on display), eyes rolling up a lil to form the most sultry expression ever. it might seem like he's playing it up just to appeal to you but he really just looks like that...it's very unfair. i think minho likes eye contact a lot even if it might get him flustered when he’s in a super vulnerable state. he'd try his best to keep his eyes open so he can lock them with yours as he falls apart under you, it thrills him like nothing else bc he loves the intimacy and possessiveness of it. if you grip his hair when he cums and force him to look at you so he can't shy away, he’d be an absolute goner, it'd take him to heights he's never experienced before. when he feels himself going over the edge, he might slip into his habit of repeating words really fast like “good good good” or “close close close” and cute lil “ah ah ah”s. his breath might catch in his throat when his climax first hits him, his whole body freezes up for a moment w his mouth open in a silent cry, then he loses full control n the most heavenly moans and sighs follow ♡ also…it's safe say he shakes, his thighs especially. he’ll be trembling from the aftershocks for a good while after he comes down from his high

binnie - the cutest whines known to man!!! yknow how sweet and angelic his voice gets when he sings? think of him sounding exactly like that hehe. very high-pitched n needy, even when he’s already been given permission to cum, i can see him still whining and pleading through his orgasm bc he feels so blissed out, he doesn't know what else to do other than beg for it please not to stop...a polite boy through and through! he definitely scrunches his nose up in that cute habit of his, and his princess peach lips would be parted to form the most perfect lil o shape. they’d be so swollen from how much he bites down on them too, esp when it gets hard to control keep his volume down...he's also pretty loud. if he’s not restrained somehow, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from grabbing on to you without a second thought, just like channie. the only time he might get a lil ahead of himself and touch you without permission is when he cums, bc in that moment all he can think of is you and how badly he needs you. he might also beg you to kiss him so he can muffle his whimpers w your mouth, he just really wants to feel as close to you as possible in that moment, he's a lil sappy abt it <3 pushing deeper into you if he's topping, legs squeezing around you to pull you closer if he's bottoming, arms reaching out to cling to you, and muscles flexing like crazy w every ripple that passes through his body. i think when his orgasm first hits he might even let out an adorable lil yelp or shout, like it catches him by surprise

hyunjin - with how expressive he is, hyune would be making every noise you could possibly imagine when he cums. he’s definitely on par w chan and jisung as the loudest of all the boys! he’s a bit shy abt how strong his reactions are, but he's naturally just very vocal and when he’s that overwhelmed w all the adrenaline coursing through his veins and all the emotions he’s feeling at once, he wouldn't be able to hold back no matter how hard he tried ㅠ it shows all over his pretty face and spills out of his mouth, really intense just like channie. sharp cries, long, desperate groans, tiny grunts, all within just a few seconds. they'd fade out into soft whimpers when the height of his climax starts to pass…any sound you can possibly think of, he does it all for you like he's putting on a show~ he also emotes w his entire body, not just his voice or his face, it’s like you can physically see the pleasure rocking his senses. he definitely jerks around and spasms a bit, arching his back sinfully w his head lolling to the side to give you the prettiest view of his red, sweat-soaked face n lips glazed with saliva. he can't even remember to close his mouth even when he can feel the drool dribbling out, it feels like he loses autonomy over all his muscles. he's never more vulnerable than in that moment, he'd definitely need you there to ground him

jisung - the final third of the loudest boys hehe…i think jisung would be a lil more shameless than chan n hyunjin, so he wouldn’t even think abt restraining himself unless he really has to. it’s like he needs you to know how good it feels, both through his words and the sounds he makes for you, or he might actually die. he starts to babble a lot when he gets close it's very endearing. his rambles just get faster and higher in pitch until it all slurs together into one long, incoherent whine when he finally gets sent over the edge <3 like hyunjin, he's incredibly emotive w his face, his eyebrows especially scrunch together and curve up to form a look of pure desperation. he also cannot sit still to save his life. if all his crying out abt how good it feels and how much he loves you and how much he needs you aren't enough to let you know how much pleasure he's feeling, he squirms like crazy all throughout his orgasm too. he might need you to physically hold him down or even tie him up somehow bc of how much his hips twist and buck n how wildly his tummy clenches and how helplessly his legs thrash around. and ofc…this is hannie we’re talking abt, so his tongue would be hanging all the way out~ him, hyunjin, and lino definitely make the kinds of expressions that send shivers down ur spine

felix - when lix is close i think his voice would start to break from his lower, more sensual moans into cute, raspy ones…like binnie his noises get a lot higher in pitch, kinda like he's squeaking or hiccuping in a way he can't control. really sweet and innocent-sounding, it's especially hot when he alternates between his deep groans to the sudden spike in pitch when his orgasm hits. i think he’d whimper a lot, make lil rumbling vocalizations in the back of this throat that almost sound like he’s purring ♡ he's also the final third of the clingiest boys! if he’s not already holding on to you somehow (which…he probably is bc it’s lixie) his hands will shoot out in search of you, mindlessly grasping at any part of your body he can reach and not releasing his death grip even after his high has passed. he’d love it more than anything if you held his hands through it all, pinning them above his head and running your thumbs delicately over his skin to soothe him amidst the intensity of his orgasm. and if he’s in a position where he can, he’d definitely wrap his legs around you n use his muscular thighs to pull you so close that you can feel all the ripples passing through his body. i also can’t get the idea out of my head that might start giggling uncontrollably through it all bc all the endorphins flooding him at once make him insanely giddy. think of that squeaky, goofy laugh he does when he’s really excited, exactly like that

seungmin - so so cute but in the subtlest of ways. even when he’s experiencing the height of his pleasure, seungmo’s reactions still manage to be so demure and it makes it all the more endearing. he’s the best at suppressing himself out of the boys, and on top of that his expressions, both verbal and nonverbal, are just naturally very gentle. he sounds so soft and sweet letting out feather-light lil “ah ah ahs” and he’d definitely press his lips together with a sharp inhale when his orgasm first hits, holding his breath to keep quiet and only letting a weak lil “mmph” slip out. when the pleasure amplifies and it becomes too much for him to hold in, his breath spills out shaky and long, almost like a sigh of relief. he looks and sounds so angelic, the sight of him gazing up at you w wide, blown-out pupils is enough to make anyone melt. but as bold as he can be sometimes, i think he'd usually have to keep his eyes closed like channie, he gets too shy. plus he just likes to fully indulge in the feeling, focusing all his senses on it. his eyes would flutter shut so delicately, but you can see his face muscles twitching and his cheeks puffing out…he’d also tilt his jaw up to expose his throat to you, i think he’d go a lil crazy if you had your hand around his neck while he climaxes. it would definitely intensify his reactions, you might get him panting like a puppy~

jeongin - poor yeni is incredibly embarrassed abt the sounds he makes when he's close but it gets significantly harder for him to control himself when his orgasm hits, so they always spill out of him in the most obvious ways, no matter how hard he tries to hold them in. he's definitely the type to gasp out when he first cums, very breathy and sudden almost like he’s choking hehe. i think he might throw his hand over his mouth or bury his face into his palms as a last-ditch attempt to silence himself, even going as far as biting down on his skin to try and muffle all the broken moans that he forms against his will. his face gets super flushed as a result, his ears go red just like chan and lino, from both arousal and all the panicked effort of trying to keep quiet. even in moments like this, innie is still concerned abt how he looks to you ): if it hits particularly hard, i think he'd also be prone smiling/giggling through his climax like felix. breathless, ditzy laughs between all his groans bc his brain gets a lil confused conflating the pleasure he's feeling w regular happiness, it's very cute~ he can be a wildcard w his expressions…you might not be able to see them all the time bc he has a tendency to hide away. burying his face in the pillows, in his hands, or even pulling his shirt/hoodie over it like he does when he's flustered. when you do catch him, you can see everything he's feeling in every clench of his jaw and tremble of his lips, he tries to be careful but he's very shaky, he never really gets used to it

[greg-montgomery]

hey fay! I hope you're having a beautiful mornin

I am here to request like SWOONING hotch, touchstarved, red-cheeked, brain shortcircuited hotch, who is left a puddle by reader's lingering touches at the office.

I feel like if y/n was the type to just grab him by the hand when they need to show him something, the type to cradle the back of his head with their hand whenever they pull him in for their signature hugs, the type to casually doze off on HIS SHOULDER 😳🚨 he would simply be putty in their hands, he's just enamoured every time they open their mouth and say HIS NAME? HIS? and if they gave him his very own nickname like not even aaron not hotch but a personal nickname because THEY think about HIM enough to think he needs his own special word (personally I imagine they call him beam and he never knows why - but its bc when he smiles, like really smiles that gorgeous face thats nothing but smile lines and dimples ear-to-ear, he's beaming, he's a beamer, its just what he does. I. dont make the rules).

basically i would love to just read about lovely little hotch to get butterflies and blush and be enamoured by somebody, and of course reader is clueless bc they think thats just how he is but NO when they touch him he feels sparks and he'll follow them like a magnet, its this force they have on him, he's just a willing participant in any aspect of their life they're willing to let him see.

i would totally get if this was not your vibe or not something you want to write/elaborate on but GOD i need more swooning hotch in my life

bestie i'm embarassing late to this 😭 you're just so sweet - if you read this pls tell me you saw it lmfao <3 ily

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“Aaron!”

Hearing the sound of his first name coming from your lips made him pause for a second. Impatient from watching him standing there frozen, you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the direction you wanted his attention at.

“Come on, look at this. I found his son’s drawings. This could give us some insight of what their relationship looks like,” you explained, but Aaron was unable to pay any attention to your words, as your hand was still holding his.

“Beam, are you listening to me?”

Here goes that nickname again, he thought. He would sell his soul to find out what that nickname meant. He had asked you about it before, but your only response was a sneaky smile. A smile he would do anything for.

“Sorry,” he said. “I was distracted.”

“That’s okay,” you answered, softly. “I know our last case was tough and we jumped into the next one without having a chance to recover first.”

Aaron was grateful you assumed that the cause of his distraction was the last case and not your beautiful face, and even though you weren’t necessarily correct, his heart still melted at your comforting words.

“Yeah,” he simply said, and nodded.

“Well, you can always talk to me if you want. You know that, right?”

“I know.”

--

You wrapped up the case quickly so you flied back home that same night. Everyone on the jet was already asleep, except for the two of you.

Aaron was lucky enough to have been chosen as the one you sat next to, and his heart hadn’t calmed down for a second.

He felt embarrassed by the feeling of butterflies in his stomach just because his crush sat next to him, but he was glad his heart could still feel those emotions.

“Can I?” you sweet voice interrupted his thoughts.

As he turned to look at you, he saw you pointing at his shoulder; you were asking for permission to fall asleep on him. As if he’d ever say no to you.

“Of course you can,” he said, almost breathless.

“Thank you, beamy,” you grinned as you let your head fall on his shoulder, and it was impossible for him not to smile too.

His smile grew bigger when you turned your head slightly to look up at him.

“That’s why you’re my beam,” you whispered.

“What?”

“Everyone says you never smile, but I see you smile all the time. And when you do you’re just beaming. You light up the whole room, no joke.”

“Stop,” he laughed, unable to keep his cheeks from blushing.

“It’s true!”

“You’re usually the reason why,” he admitted.

His words got you shy, he could tell, but you wrapped your arm around him and snuggled closer in the crook of his neck. “That’s the biggest compliment I’ve ever been given,” you mumbled against his neck.

Aaron breathed out a laugh, and it was his turn to wrap his arms around you, making sure there was not even an inch of space between your bodies.

[forlorn-crows]

𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

just a lil something i tortured @divine-misfortune with last night after he shared this post with me and said "Now hear me out Zeph/aeth and or omega bc they won’t slow down fr a damn second "

and thus i started a doc lovingly called "zephyr/omega go to sleep ya old man"

1263 words of omega misusing quintessence in order to (lovingly i swear) force zephyr to get some rest. yes zephyr will be mad at him later. yes omega is being a lil bit of a bastard. yes i am indulging in my (our) hypnokink, just go with it.

“You’re a stubborn old thing, you know that?”

Zephyr rolls their eyes before side-eyeing the quintessence ghoul, making a face. “Care to elaborate?”

“Been spending a lot of time with those new ghoulettes. When was the last time you slept?” Omega puts a hand on the back of the leather armchair Zephyr is currently seated in, where they were, up until now, engrossed in a text about ancient languages. 

They bite their tongue against the urge to correct him on Cirrus and Cumulus’ names. “I slept last night, there’s no need for your concern.”

“Oh, last night, hm? So that wasn’t the organ I was hearing in the wee hours of the morning?”

“You are as old as this building, Omega, surely you’re aware of the noises that aged pipes make when all else is silent.” 

He tuts. “Far too melodic for old plumbing, Zeph.”

Zephyr grumbles and makes to return back to their book without replying. Omega chuckles, and suddenly his hands are resting on their shoulders, thumbs heavy over the strained tendons on the back of their neck. 

“Why don’t you let me help?”

The air ghoul grumbles again. Slots their small stack of notes along the book’s binding as a makeshift bookmark and snaps the thing shut. They place it onto the table and stare at the fire in the hearth.  

“And why should I let you?” they say to the fading embers. 

Omega hums. “Because you need your rest, you cranky ghoul.”

“I am plenty rested.”

“These knots in your shoulders say otherwise.”

Zephyr closes their eyes and sighs like an exasperated teacher. “And you claim that I am the stubborn one?”

“Come on,” Omega goads them. Telltale magick crackling to life beneath his fingertips. “Doesn’t have to be much.”

Before Zephyr can so much as think about scurrying away with their book, warm quintessence seeps into their bones, the tension held there unraveling from the inside out. Their eyelids flutter, shoulders slumping. Some undignified noise bubbles up from their throat, and they can barely catch their chin from hitting their chest as their head lolls forward. 

“You . . .” They try to protest, tongue too heavy in their mouth to form its usual elegant timbre. Their hands can’t even grip the arms of the chair anymore, cementing them into place and thwarting any chance they had of escaping Omega’s nagging. 

Said quintessence ghoul shushes him, self-satisfied and certainly not even close to genuinely comforting. “There you go. See? Knew you were tired.”

“Hn . . .’m not—”

“You are, look at that sleepy face.” Omega brushes a few strands of hair back behind their horns, their head leaning into his touch without their permission. Zephyr’s eyes are drooping, rolling with the effort of trying to keep them open. Maybe they are more tired than they thought, he didn’t give them that much magick, did he?

Omega coos at them, running his thumb along the base of their horn. “Just close your eyes,” he whispers. 

Zephyr just groans, something close to uh uh, but it doesn’t sound very disagreeing. They’re falling asleep sitting up, and his warm hand against the side of their face does nothing but drag them closer to unconsciousness. Suddenly, they don’t want to get away from him. Magick swirls all syrupy in their veins, and, really, it’s getting harder and harder to have any opinions on the situation. 

Behind them, Omega shakes his head and loops around to the front of the chair, still cradling their head as he kneels between their parted legs. The hands at their sides, having slid off the arms of the chair, twitch towards him. Zephyr watches Omega’s other hand as it comes to hold the other side of their face, eyes slow and delayed as they track its movement. 

“You’d do well to listen to me, you tired old hen,” Omega chides them. He wiggles their head a little, not unlike a chiropractor looking for sore spots. Ensuring they’re close to limp and loose. 

Zephyr just lets him. Has no choice, really. They’d call him a plethora of names later—bastard, unwelcome imp, meddling hypnotist spawn—but the thought of remembering to do so slides away like rain on glass. 

He must sense the fleeting thought behind Zephyr’s glassy eyes, because he adjusts their head again, tightening his grip almost imperceptibly. 

“None of that; you’re being so good, aren’t you? I’m only helping, aren’t I? Little bit of magick to get rid of all those pesky cobwebs between your ears. I know, you’re so tired underneath all those stubborn thoughts. Just takes a nice, kind ghoul like me to help you relax, doesn’t it?” On and on he drones, the words going in one ear and out the other, washing away their own internal monologue and replacing it with his own. They are tired, and an afternoon nap isn’t so terrible, they aren’t really busy. And Omega’s helping them. 

Definitely not using his magick in some smug, actually selfish way, rendering the normally uptight ghoul completely powerless in less than a second. No, it’s completely selfless—a show of his care and concern for Zephyr’s wellbeing. Absolutely not a vehicle to win any kind of argument, not at all. 

Their breathing is slowing now, neck nearly limp in Omega’s hands. Sinking deeper into the fuzzy embrace of sleep. 

“That’s it,” he lilts. “You’re gonna feel so much better, and I won’t even say ‘I told you so.’ How does that sound?” 

Zephyr responds with a long exhale through parted lips, left thigh twitching randomly as the pleasant numbness settles in. 

Omega smirks. “Good.” With one last push of quintessence, he tilts their head just so and watches as their eyes unfocus and fall shut, jaw dropping open with the softest noise as they drift asleep in his hands. The quiet snores follow just seconds later, Omega’s hands the only thing keeping them upright. 

He waits until he’s sure they’re asleep, warming his back against the dying flames while Zephyr slumps in their chair. Only then does he pull back the tendrils of his magick, letting it seep down towards the floorboards as slow as molasses so as not to accidentally rouse them. Thankfully, the library is empty this time of day. Nothing to interrupt the air ghoul’s much needed sleep. 

They’re lax and peaceful now, but Omega’s sure he’ll hear about it when they wake. He laughs to himself at the plethora of elegant insults that come to mind. For now, he takes satisfaction in the way Zephyr’s head lolls back against the chair with the gentlest press of his pointer finger, drool making its way out of the corner of their mouth already. 

“Cute,” the quintessence ghoul comments, smoothing out the wrinkles in his button-down. And then, as a wicked afterthought, he presses the pad of his finger to the middle of their forehead again, sneaking in a cheeky suggestion of a dream wrapped in plumes of balsam and petrichor. Snickering to himself when Zephyr whines quietly and their tail kinks up at the end. “Enjoy,” he whispers, making his exit. 

Omega knows he won’t get any thanks for that—a pity, really, considering it was quite a nice little fantasy—nor will he get any thanks for helping (forcing) Zephyr to get some rest. At the very least, he’ll get a very disgruntled and haughty air ghoul glaring at him for the remainder of the day. 

Omega’s fine with being berated for misuse of magick if it means the poor thing won’t be sleep deprived. Until then, he files away Zephyr’s reaction to it for later.

[xbruised-peachx]

Mäuschen Ch 2.

Chapter two of Mäuschen. Chapter one here.��I totally didn’t completely forget to post this here bc I have a million project ideas going through my head (...i’m so sorry 😭)

Summary: König brings you back to the Kortac base, revealing why you were originally kidnapped as you are brought in for questioning. Word Count: 16,116 Tags: Oral, riding, spanking, interrogation, solitary confinement (for a lil bit), and a bit more angst this time, switch König, size, mask, and language k!nk, rough, but also a bit more fluff too :3c 🔞+ STORY Ch. 1 Ch. 3 Ch. 4

Ao3 linky. Translations at the end of the chapter!

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You slowly felt yourself stir awake, first feeling a cool breeze against your arm, then a large hand gently placed on your shoulder, softly rocking you awake, then slowly opening your eyes and only perceiving the light, then his hushed, accented voice.

“Maus? Hey... wake up, Y/N...” You grumbled a bit, rolling your neck while still keeping your eyes shut, not wanting to wake up. Wherever you were sleeping gave you quite the crick in the neck. It’s only once you tried stretching, letting out a yawn but unable to move your arms at all, were you forced to mentally wake up and remember where you were... and what was happening. As you slowly opened your eyes again, you met his masked face, those blue eyes looking at you with sorrow and pity as he leaned on the doorframe. His fingers were drumming on the lip of the door. He’s nervous again you thought, remembering him... his little mannerisms, little tells. He took his eyes off you a moment to look around, then leaned close. “I’m so sorry... I’m... I’m going to have to be a little rough with you. Keep up this appearance... but I also wanted to let you know your snoring is cute...” He let out a small chuckle as he pulled away, seeing your face slowly flush in reaction.

He let his hand fall naturally from your shoulder to your bicep, gently caressing it before looking into your eyes questioningly. As if he was asking your permission, asking if you were ready to go, all non-verbally. You looked down sadly, then met his eyes. You gave a small, sympathetic smile and nodded. You saw his eyes soften a moment, then he switched his gaze completely forward, taking a deep breath before tightening his grip. He kept his gaze forward, not looking at you as he pulled you out of the car. You stumbled on your feet, hitting the gravel paved ground harshly, reminded of the sore feeling in between your legs. He slammed the door loudly behind you, still not looking at you as he pulled you forward, forcing you to walk... well, limp to the building in front of you.

Surrounded by dense forest, the man-made, one story concrete building would stick out like a sore thumb overhead if the foliage wasn’t so dense. It added an even more ominous presence as it was cast in shadow, even with the overcast sky above. There were no flags, nothing to make it distinguishable at all from a distance. And that was probably on purpose. This emulated a military building, but had no affiliations. The presence of a brute force without anything to actually govern them.

This is where he was taking you. The pit in your stomach grew larger and you looked up to König, just for any form of comfort. His gaze was unfazed, continuing forward even as you instinctively slowed your pace in fear, stumbling on your own feet as he pulled you with ease.

“König...” you called to him in a hushed voice just wanting to get his attention.

He finally snapped his head to you, his stare was intense and startled you. “Don’t...” He spoke through gritted teeth, his voice coming out as a hiss. You shied away from him the best you could. The fear could be seen on your face in reaction, and he clearly felt guilt the instant he realized he snapped at you. His walk slowed and his eyes softened, then he closed them and took a deep breath before meeting your eyes again. “Do not call me by my name. Got it?”

His voice was still low and hushed, but his tone had softened. You nodded sadly, blinking quickly to get away the tears that were just threatening to start. He took another breath and returned to his soldier demeanor. You knew you had to keep what you two had done hidden... but with his whole personality switch... you couldn’t help but feel your heart breaking slightly with him being so cold toward you. You still were blinking fast, trying to keep tears from breaking from your eyes.

He opened the steel door and it slammed behind him loudly. As it slammed, you heard him take another deep breath, squeezing your arm a moment, the tighter grip hurting you slightly as he continued inside. He ducked under the doorways, navigating the hallways with ease. The walls matched the outside, concrete, cold, and an ominous presence. As you turned another corner, there were two men. One was a large man wearing dark, wrap-around sunglasses, bright red headphones that were brought to rest around his neck, and an American-emblemed vest with a hastily cut black tank top underneath, letting his large tattooed arms show themselves as he tapped away on a tablet while he leaned against a wall. He barely acknowledged your arrival. The other, was the opposite of him, covered head to toe in grey camo gear, a black balaclava covering everything except his eyes, the eye-holes themselves being cut to give the appearance of anger. Nothing on his vest or clothes gave any nationality though, unlike König’s Austrian patch or the American flag dead center on the vest of the other man. Though when he spoke, rising from the wall to approach you two, you could recognize that voice.

“Took you long enough,” the annoyed, stern tone coming from this Eastern-European man... You could not tell the country as there were so many, but it had to be from the Russian area. This was the man that was on the other side, and had the worst timing in the universe. As he approached you, you noted he was shorter than the other man, and obviously much shorter than König, but still taller than you. If you had to take a guess, just under 6 foot. After being around König so long, having someone like him look down on you was significantly less threatening. Once he got a decent bit closer, you felt König’s fingers drum on you before giving a tight squeeze, this time not letting up. The stranger’s eyes showed he had a bit of a devilish smile under his mask as he brought his hand up, curling his index finger under your chin and forcing you to make eye contact with him. “I see she is unharmed... though she would look better with tape around her mouth. At least one of my orders was listened to, König.”

When he let go of your head, he did so with a decent bit of force, with his thumb jerking your head down and looking the opposite direction of König. But once you had control again, you looked back up to him, trying to see his reaction to any of this. You could at least feel the tension in his tight grip, and from the little bit you could see from the shadows, his eyebrows were knit in anger, glaring at the stranger as his eyes continued scanning you up and down. “Well, are we going to question her or not?” His voice remained monotone, though almost too much so. Like it was obvious he was hiding something.

The grey-camo clad man finally looked away from you, looking up at the man to your side. He gave your arm another drum as the silence hung for a moment. “I was just seeing how your first kidnapping went.” He continued looking you up and down, walking around you, feeling degraded and judged every moment this went on. It was hard to hide the disgust on your face as you glared at him as well. “Alive... intact... though the bindings could use work...” He slipped one finger in between your wrists and the duct tape with ease. You almost instinctively thrashed your hands up to fight him off, but with König’s tight grip, you were left unable to move. You looked up to him, able to see his eyes more as he glared at the man behind you. Despite the dark lighting, his pupils even showed his fury as they became small specs. “I think she’s ready. König, come with me, we will discuss. Hutch, bring her into the room.”

The man across from you finally looked up from his tablet, getting up from the wall and approached you. As he did, the other stranger pushed you forward by your back, making you stumble and limp slightly as you were forced to break from König’s grip. You looked back to him in fear as he had turned his back on you, not breaking his gaze forward even as he walked down the hallway, the other man seeming to start a conversation.

“Come on, Miss.” His booming voice at least somewhat eased your nerves. At least he treated you with enough respect to call you “Miss.” He opened the door beside you, gently placing his hand on your shoulder and guiding you in. Despite being built like a linebacker, he was being quite careful with you. “Man, you alright? You’re walkin’ kinda funny. Did big man hurt you?”

The door loudly slammed behind you making you jump. “Y-yeah... er, well, yeah as in I’m fine. I just tripped pretty hard, and couldn't catch myself.” You shrugged your shoulders, showing off the bindings. He scoffed and shook his head slightly.

“Damn... well, why don’t you take your weight off it.” He gestured toward the old wooden chair he had scooted out for you. “Gotta ask quite a few questions so the faster we can get this goin’, the easier it’ll be for both of us.” He took the seat that was across from you at the worn wooden table. Directly in the middle of the room, the cold, fluorescent light was making a small hum, which was the only other noise you heard. The room must be soundproofed, meaning nobody could hear you either. Though, there had to be some way to collect audio from this room at least, you’d imagine, since this was some sort of interrogation. “Now, let’s start with the easiest one. Just give a yes or no, do you have any idea why we might be interested in you?”

You racked your brain a moment, thinking of the checkers game... how you asked if this was because of your dad. How he didn’t know himself. You wondered if this Hutch guy actually knew. “N-no... I don’t...” You feigned ignorance, hoping he would give you more info. This interrogation may turn around if you play your cards right.

“Hmm... well, I’m sure you’ve been able to guess, it’s not you we are actually interested in. After all, a random 20-something doesn’t get too involved with people like us unless she is also a part of military contract work herself. And, uh, no offense, you don’t seem to have the build for our line of work.” You snickered but rolled your eyes. He was correct but no need to point it out. “No, but you know very well your dad is not as innocent, yes?”

“Well... saying I know about my dad’s work at all is an overstatement...”

He glanced up from his tablet that he was typing on to look at you, slightly cocking his brow. “...Ex-marine... nearly 20 years of service... admittedly he did leave when you were younger but...”

You looked at him confused. “How do you know so much about him?”

“Ha,” he scoffed again, rolling his eyes in disdain before looking back at you. “He seems like a cautious man... does a decent job hiding things... but decent ain’t good enough for my skills.” He returned to his tablet, typing something again. You tried to look at the screen, but the polarized screen protector hid everything from you.

“Why bring me in then? If you know so much, why ask me when I don’t even know where he works or what he does?”

“Because there are some things we can not data mine... primarily his location. And I think you know more than you’re letting on, little gal.” He stood up as he said his last few words, hands on the table to lean and tower over you. He was decently tall, at least a little over six foot. He had a much more intimidating presence than the other contractor.

“Like I just said... I didn’t even know he was still doing military contract shit until now. How would I know where he is?”

“He didn’t tell you anything? Just left his only daughter home alone, no way to contact him if something went wrong?”

“Yes! He does that a lot. I’m an adult, I can fend for myself just fine.”

“Well... clearly not, as you’ve been captured and brought here. Now-”

Just as you were about to snap at him about not having much of a chance with a giant Austrian kidnapping you, said Austrian opened the door. Standing in the frame ominously, ducking under to have to get in the room. His boots hit the floor with quite the weight, making a loud sound with every step. Part of you wondered if he was trying to intimidate you or trying to intimidate Hutch, who was still standing over you, but had gone to look up at the new guest. “Huh... big man’s gonna help me question her? You barely talk in general brother, you best-”

“I’ve spent several hours with her,” he cut him off, his tone harsh but still slightly monotone. “If there is anyone she might actually answer, it would be me.”

Hutch raised an eyebrow at him before grabbing his tablet, turning his back on you. He started to walk to the corner of the room, gesturing for König to follow him. You just had to sit and watch, much to your annoyance. For what seems like a cold, militaristic group, with so many contractors, it seemed very disorganized. It seemed like König genuinely did not enjoy being around these people, having to hide his true emotions despite others being antagonistic towards him.

Even though the room was silent, you were struggling to hear them. You had to just watch, trying to make out what Hutch was saying by reading his lips... but you always struggled with that. And obviously you couldn’t at all with König. With the darkness of the room, too, you could not make out his expression either, his mask casting him in even more darkness. The way he crossed his arms, his fingers drumming on his bicep, from the way his muscle was flexed showed his tension and annoyance. But also, the way you saw his muscle push against his sleeve, making it fit tighter, made you shift in your seat. You wanted those arms around you again... those hands gripping you again. With nothing else to do while the two discussed, it was easy to get lost in your own thoughts, both memories and fantasies. It also helped distract you from the current situation in general.

But just like their fellow contractor, they had awful timing and came back right before you got almost a little too lost in your own thoughts. Hutch took a seat slowly, keeping his eye on you but keeping his tablet up. He had scooted another chair next to him, but König walked right past it. You tried getting a glimpse at his face again, but the shadows still loomed, unable to read his expression as he walked to the side of the table, eyes trained on you. He dragged his gloved hand across it as he slowly approached your side. He was staring directly down at you... not saying a word. These harsh florencents... they hurt your eyes as you tried to look back at him, but only able to see the ghostly silhouette of him. His head tilted to the side, really making you feel like a small prey to him again... but you also thought of the first time he did it... scolding you for being impatient, his hands on your thighs. You glanced over to his hand still resting on the table, and you subtly squirmed in your seat again, trying to calm yourself in this serious situation.

He leaned barely closer to you, looming over you, allowing you to more easily hear as he laughed slightly through his nose. Clearly your squirming wasn’t subtle enough. You just hoped these bright lights and harsh shadows hid the blush that was creeping up your cheeks. “So... when your father was in the marines, when you were a child... Do you recall anything about then?”

“Not really,” you struggled to think of your childhood, when your dad was around. “He didn’t exactly tell 7-year-old me all about his work when he came home.”

He snickered, shaking his head lightly as he looked over to Hutch, who was just tapping away on his tablet, glancing over at you two on occasion. “Obviously... I wasn’t thinking that... I was thinking more so when he got back... did he have any friends over? Or perhaps you were there when he bumped into an old mate while you were at the supermarket?”

You paused, really having to think to yourself if that did happen. You were sure it must have at some point but just... going back that far. It was difficult to think of anything like that, especially since any market or shopping visits didn’t particularly stick out to you as any sort of memory. Any of Dad’s friends... Did he have any?

You started to recall a little something; going over to a different house just to visit. For once your mom didn’t come, she had to run some errands, so it was just you and your dad. A rather large farmhouse type of place, surrounded by the fallen leaves and pine cones. You mostly hung out with a girl that was just around your age, maybe around one or two years your senior. Playing some games on her PS2, then scaring you with your first experience with the scary maze game. You weren’t even safe when she wanted to bring you outside, and the chickens started following you a little too close. You still swear it was chasing you but also you were probably overreacting. Even then, it was just you and the other person's daughter. You didn’t really talk to your dad that much until it was time to go. You tried to recall if there was any quiet period... where you would’ve just tried to listen to the background noise, eavesdrop on those little conversations you could hear subtly.

You were just barely recalling and you realized you haven’t even talked for a bit. You looked up at König and opened your mouth to start saying what you knew, but hesitated after thinking for a moment. Y-you really were about to just give out the info of your father like that... You wanted to trust König, but the others here... How the fuck were you supposed to trust any of them with this info. You shut your mouth, looking down and away from both of them. It was then you heard the slight rustling of clothes in front of you, making you turn your head to see him again, this time crouched in front of you, meeting you eye to eye. You could finally see them... see his expression change as he went from focusing intently on you to softening as soon as you met again. “It’s okay... What are you thinking of?”

You looked off to the side, bouncing your leg nervously, then meeting him again with a serious expression. “...You guys aren’t going to hurt my dad, right?” Sure, maybe he wasn’t the best dad, but you can’t begin to imagine the guilt of your father being hurt because of you crossing him, giving out the wrong info you shouldn’t have. Even the thought of it made you feel a pit in the bottom of your stomach and a lump swell in your throat you had to swallow to show your determination to these two... to all of the people in this horrific facility.

“We won’t,” Hutch finally piped in, looking up from his tablet. You wondered if he found it weird how close you two were, but you had a feeling he didn’t give a shit. “I’ll let you in on a little something... Your dad isn’t the primary target, whatsoever. Just think of him more as a... step to something bigger. We don’t think he’s a big player though, just  that he has some damn good connections...”

You look back over to König, who was giving you a sympathetic side glance as he continued to face Hutch. “Don’t worry, Lieb-” He quickly caught himself, letting out a very raspy cough to cover up the last word he just about said, thwacking his chest with his fist to sell the bit a bit more. You struggled to not burst out in laughter at him. He was so cute... trying not to slip up... but failing in not calling you Liebling. The way your heart fluttered again, god, you wanted to bottle up this feeling and never let go. “Excuse me, eheheh... Don’t worry, we will make sure your father is unharmed as long as we get the information we want.”

You paused... still questioning yourself if you should. “Can I trust you?”

His eyes widened, surprised you were questioning him in that way. You wanted to ask both to keep up the appearance you two were putting on, and also so you would actually know if you could. You could almost see his heart drop when he looked at you stunned, wondering why you didn’t trust him. “O-of course. I haven’t harmed you other than you know... obtaining you.”

“Well you didn’t catch her when she tripped while she was bound,” Hutch stated, interrupting you two. “Now she’s walking all fucked up because of you.”

Now it was getting really hard not to laugh. You even saw König turn his head away from his fellow contractor, hiding his embarrassed expression from him. You wondered if his face was all red under that mask. He finally took a breath and cleared his throat after a few moments. “R-right... that is my bad but my point still stands. We won’t hurt him, you can trust us... you can trust me.”

His tone... he had completely dropped that serious soldier monotone. He was being genuine and caring to you openly. You still heard his fingers drum on the table and while for the most part he was looking in your eyes, his nerves were making him look away on occasion. You wanted so badly more than ever to lift up that mask and calm him yourself, throwing yourself into his arms. You hesitated but took a deep breath, closing your eyes as you spoke, “The best I have is one time my dad took me to what I think was one of his friend’s places. As far as I know, Dad didn’t have any friends outside of the military so... but I mostly hung out with his daughter. The only time I talked to him was when it was time to go.”

Immediately, Hutch started typing on his tablet, frantically taking some notes. König’s fingers drummed a bit faster, but his eyes were focused, listening intently to every word you said. “Did they happen to have an accent? Either your dad’s friend or his daughter, it doesn’t matter. Or were they just American like you?”

It clicked immediately in your head. “Y-yeah actually! She had a much more faint British accent, but from the bits I heard, his accent was much stronger.”

“Bits you heard? You did hear some conversation between them? D-do you recall any of it?”

You looked off to the side, trying to remember anything. Hutch’s furious typing was a bit distracting but still you tried to gather your thoughts and memories. “...I think I remember him mentioning some ‘Bravo Six’ or something... it kind of stuck out to me because it sounded like something from a movie but... that’s all I can remember, is just the mention.”

König’s eyes widened as he looked over to Hutch, who was way ahead of him and writing all this down. “So he does have a connection to Price...” he said under his breath, thinking aloud. He brought his index finger to face, thinking hard again. You almost thought you saw the outline of his mouth as he started tapping the knuckle lightly against it. He caught your gaze again, but didn’t let his finger come off his mouth. “You guys moved states a lot due to his work, ja? What state were you in when this occurred?”

“I... I think Massachusetts? It wasn’t that far from here in the north east, I know that.”

He nodded, still tapping his finger as he thought. “I don’t think an older man like him would want to go too far... Mass... could be the best guess.”

“What area did y’all live?” Hutch looked up from his tablet to you. “Boston, Springfield, even further west?”

“We were outside of Boston. He never wanted to actually move into the city.”

Hutch nodded and leaned into his radio on his left side. “Possible location, Boston, Massachusetts. May just be a hunch but it’s all we got.”

Your stomach dropped again, feeling the guilt swell over you as it became very real that you possibly just gave out your father’s location. What was he doing in the first place getting involved with the military again? Especially getting involved in something that made him just one step to “something bigger.”

König stood up, his eyes showing sorrow before he was cast in shadow again and he looked over to Hutch, who himself was getting up and starting to speak to you, “Well... I think that’s the best we’re gonna get outta you. It has been quite the day for you, huh? We’ll let you rest, maybe discuss more tomorrow.”

You stood up as the two of them turned to walk away and out of the room, quickly trying to catch up to their longer strides. “W-wait? Tomorrow? I...” The way your brain was running a million miles per hour made it hard to talk, hard to gather your thoughts and spit out a coherent question to them. “I-I’m staying here? Where will I sleep? I’m just staying in this weird questioning room?!”

Hutch scoffed and snickered at you, but König remained silent. You were so anxious you weren’t even looking at him. “Of course you’re staying here. Ain’t no way we would just let you off, go blab about what happened to you. No, no, no... whoever delivers your food will also bring a blanket and a pillow. You’ll live.”

He turned his back on you again and you were left stunned. You looked up to König, trying to get some support from him as you pleaded non-verbally to him. You saw his expression filled with pity as he forced himself to look away from you. “C-can one of you at least get this duct tape off before you leave? I-I won’t be able to eat or even set up the blanket and pillow if I can’t move my arms.”

Hutch glanced over to König, who was just looking straight down at the floor. He raised his eyebrow then shook his head. “...Fine. You’re right. Consider yourself lucky lil’ gal. König, you got your knife right? Do you mind...”

“J-ja...” His voice. He was struggling with the soldier's demeanor again. Once he turned to face you, you turned your back on him, hearing that familiar metallic sound of his knife being pulled out. He gently held your wrist and bent over to reach them better, but also allowing him to bring himself right next to your ear. “Stay strong, mein Liebling... I will be back, I promise. Just be patient.”

Your heart pounded in your chest again. It had been hours since he last talked to you so sweetly, and lord, you missed it in that time. He swiftly cut through the tape and shuffled away just as quickly, leading the way with Hutch behind as they left the only exit. You noted the lock on the door, both sides needing a key to be locked and unlocked. You wondered if they gave König a key or if he was going to get himself in more trouble by stealing one.

But with that, you heard the distinctive click of the door locking. With that, you were left alone. With that, all you could hear was the hum of the light as you were surrounded by the stone, cold room; nothing to do, nothing to see. Completely deprived of any stimulus. You couldn’t even tell the concept of time, there were no windows. The only thing you had was your memory of the hazy sky when you were last outside. If you had to guess, that was just about an hour ago. But now you just had your own perception to guess how much time had passed. And with nothing to do... you felt that would be unreliable. You struggled to even think of anything to pass the time.

You waltzed around the room slowly, watching as you picked up each foot and felt each step slightly reverberate in your body. Looking up at the corners of the room, finally having a chance to inspect the room more thoroughly, you didn’t see any cameras or sound recording devices. This surprised you a bit, but it made you think of Hutch tapping on his tablet, taking notes but he must have been taking an audio log, just in case there was something he missed. Maybe with just how disorganized this group was, they weren’t able to get cameras. You tried to recall if there were any while you were coming in, but recalling anything while you were being rushed through halls was hard. You were so focused on well... the situation in general you weren’t too worried about your surroundings.

Maybe the seeming incompetence of this group made you feel slightly more safe and secure. They didn’t even install anything to watch you in your room, you could do whatever... if there was anything to do. You walk over to the table you were interrogated at, sitting backwards in the chair and letting your chin rest on the rounded back of it. You ran your fingers over the little bars in between feeling the little curves it had while you looked forward, looking at the conveniently long mirror in front of you. Could they make the one way more obvious? You still got up and wanted to confirm your suspicions, cupping your hands while looking through, seeing very dimly the hallway behind, but blinds were also in the way, just barely closed. You couldn’t see anyone around, so you weren’t even being monitored manually. You suppose, you weren’t exactly a giant threat. They just wanted information, and they got it. Now you were of no use.

You walked away, trying to get your mind off the rather dark thought of your usefulness to this organization. That’s all you were stuck with though now, your thoughts. So getting your mind off a certain path was both a blessing and a curse, as now you had to try and think of something else to do, to think of. While walking back to your seat you spotted something dimly gleaming on the stone floor, where König was standing while he interviewed you. You crouched down, investigating what it was, a small oval on a beaded chain. Gently picked up the necklace, seeing it had split in the middle, like it could be snapped in half. You didn’t want to break it so you held it delicately in your hand as you read over it. There were 4 boxes, all numbered, and in the top center was the only thing on that first line, a big DEU. On the next line, 160997, K, 61127. You felt some more lettering on the back, so you flipped it over to read. A, Rh-, T8213, then the next few boxes were blank. Looking at all this information, this had to be his dog tag... it wasn’t like any other you’ve seen, all you’ve seen were American ones. But from the DEU, did that stand for Deutschland? His arm patch said he was from Austria though... at least you were sure if you remembered your flags right. The German flag was too recognizable though so... maybe he just went to volunteer for the German army for whatever reason. Maybe you’d ask him about it when he came back by... which you hoped would be soon.

You did some stretches to pass the time, and even tried to keep yourself active by doing steps on the chair that was available. You did about 150 before it felt like you were about to faint from over exertion. The granola bar from earlier only held you over for a bit, and now it was really starting to get to. Maybe it wasn’t your brightest idea, but what else were you supposed to do? Most times if you got this bored, you would just sleep it off but you didn’t even have that option right now. It was then the door opened, and you snapped your head over, hoping to see your König, but instead seeing a much smaller woman, a large comforter and pillow in her arms with a plate delicately balanced on top. She was still taller than you, but still was much shorter than any of the men you have seen so far. Her face though, her expression was pure contempt at you, seeming annoyed at this delivery as she unceremoniously dropped it all on the ground. The plate threatened to fall so you rushed over to catch it before it tumbled onto the dirty ground. “Bon appétit...” She slammed the door, and it clicked shut with the lock.

You looked at the plate that was now in your hands, taking it over to try and enjoy your only food. A baked potato, at least you hoped it was cooked as it wasn’t split open at all, and a single roll. You were thankful the carbs would fill you up at least but... man this wasn’t the most appetizing meal. Almost made you feel blessed by your father’s military meals he’d make, at least he’d throw in protein for you. Holding the potato you quickly had to put it down, clearly they had baked it and perhaps a little too much as your fingers now burned. Instead you took small bites of the roll, savoring your only meal and hoping it would make it last longer in your stomach.

Testing the potato’s temperature with the back of your hand, it was still far too hot to eat, so you went over to the blanket and pillow you were given, going to set up your bed. Going to the corner farthest from the door, you flipped out the comforter. It was nice and thick but... you only had the one. There were no other blankets, and this one was not long enough to fold over. You had to choose, sleep on the ground and at least have something on top to warm you or have it under you to cushion you from the concrete. This felt so cruel... so demeaning. You just unrolled it on the ground, wanting to decide later if anything. Feeling tears well up again, you wanted to get your mind off it so you went back to your dinner. Even eating a potato without utensils, just grabbing and taking a bite... you were being treated as subhuman. You had done nothing wrong, you answered all their questions, didn’t fight König when you were kidnapped... yet still. A tear finally ran down your cheek. You dropped the potato on your plate and just held your head in your hands, trying to get your composure. You didn’t want to break this early but... what else could you do? You’ve complied to them but still... your only hope was König but he wasn’t here. You weren’t even sure if he truly was going to make it, you wanted to hold out the hope but deep down you were terrified about having it broken. You had only known him for a few hours... you fucked him after a couple hours... but your heart still pounded as you thought of him. It was coming up in your mind that this was all irrational, that you shouldn’t be so hopeful toward him. But what else did you have? Your dad was gone, he had no clue anything had even happened. No neighbors even knew what happened. No one knows where you are or that you're even gone... except him... the one person who took you away but has shown more care than your family. Was it wrong to hold out hope for him? Was it wrong to cry about the hypothetical of him breaking it?

You looked down at the half eaten potato now on the plate, vision slightly blurred from teary eyes. You were hungry but had no appetite. As you thought about him, worried about a possible betrayal, the pit in your stomach growing and making the food in front of you seem very unappealing. Forcing yourself to take one bite, you dropped it and struggled, also forcing yourself to chew. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to get your mind off this in some way. Your thoughts were spiraling already, taking you down a dark rabbit hole you did not want to be down this quickly in isolation. You quickly walked over to your “bed,” laying on top of the comforter and just bunching yourself up as much as you could, trying your best to insulate yourself by gathering the extra bits of the blanket around you. You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the discomfort and swelling anxious thoughts in your mind. Just taking a deep breath and trying to let go...

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As you woke up, you really regretted it. Taking that nap in the car before combined with your sadness fueled sleep, lingering tears crusting and making it hard for your eyes to open. You didn’t even know if you were asleep for a couple hours or actually slept a full night. Your skin felt cold, feeling your skin still have goosebumps and slightly shivering. Now you really had no clue what time it was... but you didn’t really care.

You got up, bringing the comforter around you to try and gain some warmth back, trying to ignore the bits of dust and little pebbles that fell on you. Looking over to the table, the fluorescent light shined on the now cold potato. Your stomach rumbled, and though still you were anxious over König... your basic human needs were taking over. You walked over slowly, picking up the spud and taking small, gingerly bites of the vegetable.  It was as cold as the room, not a single bit of warmth was felt as it crumbled in your mouth. It was disgusting. Maybe you had been asleep for quite a few hours...

Getting to the final few bites, you were fully spaced out. You were grateful for that, at least your mind wasn’t going dark places. Instead just focusing on the bland, cold starch as your only hope for nutrients. So once you heard the click of the door, you were startled, looking back to see who was intruding... who else but his giant shadow. He gently closed the door behind him, but you were already sprinting to him. All the doubt in your mind was gone, proven wrong by him standing in front of you. He barely even turned to you before you jumped up, wrapping your arms around his neck and throwing yourself on him, fighting tears as you cried out his name while hugging him. He stumbled a few steps back, able to hold your weight easily but still stunned by the jump. His arms were held out at his sides, shocked by your reaction and unsure what to even do with his arms. But slowly he closed his eyes, wrapping his arms back around you and resting his head on top of yours.

“...Y-you... you don’t hate me?” His voice came out choked, his grip on you tightening as he talked into your hair. You let out a small chuckle, pulling your head back and looking up at him.

“Of course I don’t...” You knew your fighting of tears was a losing battle as your voice shook slightly. “Y-you actually came... you came back for me...”

“I... of course... I wouldn’t ever leave you... not now, not ever.” The way his eyes stared at you, so intense and serious, meaning everything he said but also so soft and sympathetic. As you stared back at him, you started laughing at yourself... laughing at how irrational and worried you were. You wondered if this was just a dream so you slowly and carefully let yourself down. He caught the hint and, though there was confusion on his face, he leaned over to help you down. Once you were back on your feet, you brought your hands up, caressing the sides of his head and watching as he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath through his nose and enjoying the moment. You smiled seeing this and slowly brought your hands to the bottom of his mask, lifting it up just as slowly but closing your eyes and bringing your mouth close to his as soon as you could. He helped close the gap, kissing you passionately and wrapping his arms around you to hold you close. You place your arms back around his neck, lightly gripping at the back of it, never wanting to let go of him. He slightly moved his lips in the kiss, and you mirrored it back, making it feel more like a passionate dance.

It took a few moments but he finally pulled away, looking lovingly into your eyes before glancing back around the room, meeting the table that was behind you. “You didn’t finish your dinner, Liebling?” You looked behind as well, seeing the remnant of the cold potato still on the plate.

“All they gave me was that and a roll... I did eat the roll but when I got to eating the potato my... my mind started wandering... started worrying.” You couldn’t look at him as you admitted it but you could just feel his ice stare on you, looking at you with complete sympathy.

He trailed his arm away from you and reached into one of his cargo pants pockets. You could hear a distinctive wrapper sound and turned to look at him, following as his hand pulled out a little blue-wrapped snack. Instantly you recognized it, the brand name treat. “Here... I don’t like American sweets too much anyway. It’s, uh... it’s too artificial?”

“Well, I’m sure a Pop-Tart is quite a step down from the genuine strudels you’ve had in your life.” You grinned and he started laughing.

“Ah, well, calling them strudels feels a bit like an insult but... at least you know strudels are Austrian.” Your grin turned into a bit of a sheepish smile as you glanced away from him. You could see him raise an eyebrow at you from the corner of your vision as he leaned to make you look at him again. “...You didn’t know they were Austrian, did you?”

“...It’s always a toss up between German and Austrian for me.” He laughed and shook his head light-heartedly at you. You took the Pop-Tart from his hand, opening up and taking a bite. You savored the desert, so much better than the cold potato you were forced to have before. “Oh! Speaking of which, König...” You smiled and walked over to the table, pulling out the chair that Hutch originally pulled over for him to grab the dog tag he left behind, holding it up for him carefully so as to not break the seam. “You’re Austrian, yeah? But it says DEU at the top here.”

His eyes widened as he looked at it, quickly grabbing it but holding it gently in his hands as he read it over. “I didn’t even realize I dropped this... Thank you for keeping it safe,” he said with his voice soft but genuine gratitude as he locked eyes with you. You blushed and looked away from him. You leaned and sat on the table, continuing to eat. He didn’t take his eyes off you, instead putting both his arms on either side of you, leaning over you and making the fluorescent light above you create a harsh shadow, making your eyes naturally shift up to look back at him. The way he looked down at you made a spark shoot down your spine, and you crossed your legs in hopes to calm yourself down.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you said, tilting your head while putting your arms behind yourself, pushing yourself up slightly to meet his looming stance. You heard his breath hitch slightly in the silence, and you smirked knowing you weren’t the only one being worked up.

“Hmm? S-sorry I forgot what you had asked...” His voice was hushed but also husky as his fingers drummed beside you. You just barely saw it under the shadows but his blue eyes became slightly lidded as he looked your body up and down.

You giggled and blushed again at him. “Why your dog tag says DEU? I haven’t seen either an Austrian or German tag until now but DEU makes me think you’re German...”

“Ohh, right, right... Well... no. I just lived in Germany for a bit when I was young and well... when I was 17 I volunteered. It was only when I was 22, I went back to Austria but... I still keep this as my souvenir. ...Despite them being bastards and just using me as a human battering ram.” He laughed at himself, shaking his head at the memory of his past.

You gave him an empathetic look as you took another bite. He just kept watching you, making the warmth in your cheeks grow more. “Well... I haven’t done much obviously, I don’t have much to do. But what have you done?”

“Huh?” He seemed a bit surprised you had asked about him, about how his day was. His drumming increased slightly and he looked off into the distance, trying to remember. “Well, I did what I usually do, even before I met you; immediately went to my room after completing my mission, I tried reading a book, watching some garbage reality TV show. I thought it’d get my mind off things since it’s so mindless in itself but... God, even when I went to get my dinner, I thought about walking by here... seeing you but I knew they’d get suspicious if they saw me come by here again...”

“So nobody saw you get in here?”

“Not after I snapped the camera that was facing this door the other way... I think I might have broke a few wires in the process but that's fine... Should have put it a little higher, was too easy to grab.” He jokingly tutted and you laughed.

“Besides cameras, nobody was up either?”

“No, no, it’s about 2 AM. Everyone else is asleep. Anybody on watch duty is on the outside. We should be fine... should...”

“...You don’t seem too confident in that...”

“I rarely am. With that giant one way next to us... I’m sure you’ve noticed it. There’s no reason for anyone to go down this hallway but...”

You heard his drumming increase as he looked away. Gently you lifted your hand and guided his face to look back at you, but his eyes for once didn’t look back at you. You looked up at him with much empathy, “We can move my ‘bed’ to right under the window and hang out there if you like... will at least hide us a bit if someone does come by...”

He looked back at you finally, and you could see the corners of his eyes turn up as he smiled, nodding slowly and pushing himself back to fully stand up. He looked around the room, his smile dropping as he looked confused. “Where is your sleeping bag?”

You scoffed. “Oh, you think they were generous enough to give me a full sleeping bag?” You got up, grabbing the discarded comforter that hung on the back of your seat and walking over to the corner that still had your pillow. He followed after, looking at you in disbelief as you gestured at the pillow, wanting him to pick it up since your arms were full.

“Of course they didn’t... der Trottelviech...” He shook his head while picking up the pillow, following you to the corner. He gently tossed it down at the head of the comforter you rolled out. He looked down at you and gestured for you to take it first. You shook your head lightly and gestured back at him for him to lay down. He looked at you confused, but took your offer and slowly, carefully lowered himself to the ground. He lifted up the pillow so he could more comfortably lounge. And even though he wasn’t lying at full extension, his ankles and feet went well past the end of the blanket. You tried to hide your laugh and smile from him, but it’s clear he saw it as he raised his eyebrow at you again. “Do you see what I meant now? At least when you lay on this, you can fit your whole body comfortably.”

You took a breath, wiping the light-hearted smile from your face and replacing it with a more confident one as you continued with your plan. You crouched down carefully before bringing one of your legs over him to straddle his lap. His eyes widened as he watched you slowly lean over, sliding your hands down his shoulders to rest near the ends of his clavicles, resting your head on his chest while looking up at him. You were thankful but not surprised he wasn’t wearing all his gear, instead just wearing that athletic shirt that tightly hugged every bulky muscle he had, those cargo pants that you felt were starting to strain already just from you putting your weight on him, and his mask, no helmet on top, just his mask to hide his face. “Mmm... yes but if I were to lay down first, I wouldn’t be able to do this. Besides, I’m sure you have that problem with any bed you're on.”

He let out a big sigh, letting you rise and fall with his chest as he brought one of his hands to the dip of your waist, lightly caressing it. He watched his own hand as he did, or perhaps he was just admiring your body again. “Y-yeah... I’ll just say I’ve also struggled with back problems most of my life,” he let out a light chuckle as he met your eyes, and you could see him hold his smile as he looked down at your fellow smiling face.

He brought his other hand up to brush some hair out of your face, holding your face gently and looking down at you so lovingly as he admired you. You closed your eyes, taking in the feeling of his calloused and rough hands against your soft skin, loving every feeling of it. When you opened your eyes again, he slowly brought his hand to the base of his mask, starting to lift it, his eyes were half lidded as he looked at you. You took his hint, bringing yourself closer to him as he pulled it up to the middle of his nose. Just before you could close the gap, he took another deep breath and said something softly under his breath, “Komm zu mir, meine Mäuschen...” Hearing him say his pet name for you for the first time in a while drove your frenzy even wilder as you instantly closed the gap, keeping your mouth open slightly to make the kiss deep and passionate, taking a very deep breath through your nose. He moaned softly, a bit surprised by your intense passion but enjoying it nonetheless, gripping on your back harder and moving his other hand around to your upper back, pulling you close while gripping on your shoulder. He continued kissing you fervorously, opening his mouth and tentatively flicking his tongue to yours, then pulling away right as you let out a gasp and were about to return it. “God... I’ve been waiting for this all day... waiting to feel you again and confirm this wasn’t some wild dream...”

You gave him a quick, loving kiss between his sentences, but he didn’t mind the interruption. “I have too... the rest of this day has felt like a nightmare but you... treating me so well, making me feel so good... it almost doesn’t even feel real.”

He let out a soft laugh, softly caressing your side, slightly dipping to feel the curve of your hip. “Just the fact that such a beautiful woman actually still wants me after all that... God, it shouldn’t be real... I-I don’t deserve you, Y/N.”

You pulled away, looking at him with much sympathy after he said that, lightly tracing down his chest. “Don’t deserve? No... that makes it sound like I just threw myself in your lap once you kidnapped me. You treated me nicely despite everything; made me laugh, kept me warm, fed me, entertained me, made sure I was as safe as I could be. Not deserving it implies you did nothing to earn this... but you most certainly have, König.”

He looked at you stunned. For a moment, he was left unable to respond as he just looked at you, drumming his fingers on your hip. He quickly pulled his mask up and pulled you close for another feverish kiss, taking a deep breath as your lips came together, lifting slightly to breathe out and catch his breath. “Fuck, you are perfect...” When he met your lips again, he went back to where he left off, letting his tongue flick against yours as the kiss deepened. You let one of your hands continue caressing his pecs, running up and down while the other raised to the back of his head, pulling him as close as you could. The two of you never broke the kiss, instead humming, gasping, and lightly moaning into each other. Both of you had the same thought, you never wanted this to end. His hand kept running up and down the curve of your hip, sometimes letting his finger grip slightly, earning a wanting moan from you. He decided to be a bit more daring, moving his hand slowly up and around your ass, gripping hard and then pulling your hips down harshly to meet his hips and hardening bulge. Your lips broke as you were forced down his longer torso, making your moan much more audible as well as his heavy breaths. “C-can you grind on me? B-... Please, please, please, please... I want to feel you again, Mäuschen...”

Your smile turned a bit more cocky as you heard him start being desperate for more, sounding just as desperate as you felt internally. You slowly slid your hands down his chest, looking at him as he watched you the whole time with heavy lids. Once you got close to both your hips, you lifted yourself up, helping his hands that fell limp as he watched you, guiding them to hold your hips as you slowly rolled your hips against his, instantly feeling his cock twitch underneath his pants as he groaned. “O-oh my god~...” He instantly latched his hands on you, gripping your hips and slightly helping you along as you continued, bucking his hard-on into you as you did. He threw his head back with a moan before looking back down at you. “Fuuuck... S-Scheiße... that’s so fucking sexy~... God-”

You cut him off as you circled yourself on him slowly, starting to moan but sounding like he bit his own lip. You smiled again, flushing, feeling like you had such power over such a giant man. You leaned back over, pushing up his mask slightly and, while just barely able to reach it while you were against him, kissing his jawline and slowly making your way down his neck until you reached the top of his shirt. You let your hand trace down to reach the little zipper at the front of his shirt, pulling it down so you could reach his collar bone. His breath hitched and he yelped a little as you gave it a small nibble. “H-hey! Liebling... w-we can’t take off our clothes. Not tonight at least, in case we... well, I have to quickly leave here...”

You did a playful groan to express your disappointment as you lifted off his skin. “Hmmph... you worry so much... Let me help you relaaax~...”

He let out another groan as you slowly rolled your hips to the elongation of your last word. His eyes looked down at you heavy lidded as you coyly looked up at him from his chest. You could tell though he was smiling but gritting his teeth as he said, “Oh you certainly do, baby... but you drive me a whole different type of insane...” He rolled his hips up into yours harshly, making you feel his hard on get even bigger and letting out your own moan. He growled slightly, tightening his grip on your hips and holding them down. “Thank god this room is soundproof... I can make you moan as loud as I want... Hear those fucking beautiful moans and gasps and pants... Scheiße, wie bist du so perfekt?”

You laughed a little in your moan as you leaned up to his ear. “I think I can say the same... you’re a little vocal yourself... and I love it, especially when you speak German...” You leaned yourself back up to be sitting on his lap as you let your hips grind again. This time he followed you, propping himself up and looming over you as sat in his lap, leaning over to your ear.

“Yeah?... Ja, gefällt dir das? Wenn du nicht weißt was ich sage?” With each question, he tilted his head. He chuckled darkly as he heard you breathe heavily while looking up at him, bucking his hips up into yours while holding your hips down, making you cry out again. Even with clothes still on, you were still getting so riled up over this. You could feel it, afraid you were going to soak through your only pants at this rate. “Du magst es, meinen großen Schwanz an deiner Muschi zu spüren? ...God, that fucking tight, wet Muschi...”

As you caught your breath, you dragged your hands down his shoulders to his chest, giving him a slight push. “L-lay back...” you said under your breath. He looked at you confused but followed your order.

“D-did I do something wrong?” he asked hushed, worry apparent in his voice.

“Quite the opposite...” You lifted his mask up and kissed his neck again, slowly kissing down till you reached his collar. You kept trailing though, lifting your hips from his so you could keep going lower, darting your eyes from admiring his body to his eyes looking at you full of lust. Once you reached his belt you looked up at him, patting your hands on his thighs. “Can you spread open a bit? I just need to sit between them.” He nodded, doing so slowly as to allow your straddling legs to intertwine in. Once you were in between, you scooted a little lower, bringing your hands up to undo his belt. Your eyes darted, looking at his belt and then watching him. It was hard to take your eyes off him as he looked down at you with those gorgeous blue eyes... such want and need in them. Watching his chest rise and fall as his breathing got heavier in anticipation.

You smiled as you pulled his boxers down, watching it spring up as he groaned, feeling it finally not be compressed and seeing your lustful expression looking at it. You wrapped your hand around it gently, finally able to admire it since you couldn’t last time. If you had to guess based on your hand, it had to be over 9 inches. He was leaking a lot of precum, especially as your breath ghosted over it as you looked around it. You slowly brought your hand up, running your thumb along the base of his head as you looked up at him. “...I’m not going to be able to fit this all in my mouth.”

He chuckled, “T-that’s fine... I’m certainly not going to complain.” You smiled, bringing your hand slowly down and hearing his breath hitch as you did, your smile getting wider. Keeping your eyes on him, you slowly licked up the vein starting from where your thumb was until you reached the underside of the head. His head slowly fell back as he moaned, his hands balling up into fist on the comforter. As you slowly continued licking up, you lifted one of your hands to meet his, holding it and then guiding it. He slowly brought his head back to look at you, lust filled eyes and catching his breath. He watched as you brought his hand to your head, placing it to the side of your cheek. He caught the hint, gently holding your face and brushing your hair out of the way as you continued, letting your tongue swirl around his head one... two... three times. Your lips curled into a smile as you looked up at him, his heavy lidded expression turning to a squint. Clearly already a bit tired of you teasing him for his first time. You kept smiling as you started to lay a couple gentle kisses on it, watching as his expression turned more loving, then to being filled with pleasure as you took him into your mouth. You pulled up slightly, licking your lips to help out as you really needed to make sure your teeth were covered. It was admittedly hard with how wide you had to open your mouth, but he didn’t seem to notice as he moaned. Slowly his grip tightened on your hair, just barely but he quickly rescinded it. “S-sorry... I didn-”

You came up, letting out a little giggle as you nuzzled into his hand. “It’s okay, König. You can grab my hair... pull it... I’ll let you know if you get too rough.” His eyes softened and he nodded hesitantly, gently combing through your hair as you slowly brought yourself back down. You looked up at him as you did, watching the pleasure wash over him and feeling yourself get that pang of pleasure as well, especially as he started lightly gripping your hair. He didn’t force your pace, instead just seeming to be reacting to the pleasure he was feeling as you started to slowly move up and down, letting your tongue just barely move side to side as you came up. You could only take a third of it down before you felt yourself struggling to breathe, almost starting to gag. So you started moving your hand as well to help out. You lifted up again, catching your breath before sensually licking your own right hand, wrapping your tongue around the digits while looking at him. You put your hand back around him and let your breath ghost over his rock hard dick before taking him back in.

He moaned and groaned out again, his grip on your hair being less gentle as he brought his other hand up, gripping his mask where the top of his hair would be. “Scheeeeiiiiiße~... Wie bist du überhaupt gottverdammt real?” He started panting, his breathing getting even heavier when you looked up at him through your lashes. He shifted, sitting up as you looked at him confused, his grip just barely getting tighter again on you. “H-how far can you go on me, Maus?” he asked under a hushed breath, loosening his grip as he started finger-combing your hair again. You barely curled your lips into a smile as you went as low as you could, taking a deep breath through your nose and humming once you got a third of the way down. He immediately yelped once the vibrations hit him, instinctively tightening his grip. “O-Oh~! O-Okay... ghh... okay... heilige Scheiße... O-one more thing for me, Mäuschen. C-can you lift your ass up a bit?”

You looked up at him a bit confused, pulling off him so you could talk. “L-like this?” You tentatively arched your back, keeping your knees on the ground parallel to your hips as you rose them.

He tilted his head, giving a thoughtful hum as he looked at you. “A little... can you just uh... oh, what’s the term for it? Knie raus, Füße zusammen... Butterfly your legs?” You got what he was saying and slowly brought your knees out from under your hips as far as you could. “Mmm~... yeah, like that... just like that... You’re still comfortable right?” You nodded, looking up at him as you slowly moved your mouth to hover back over his head. He was so hard, so turned on, you could see how bright pink his tip went even in the darkness of the room. As your warm breaths went over him again, he tightened his grip on your head, but gently pulled you down to meet his head. You smiled, placing another gentle peck on it before taking him in, giggling softly as you got past his head. He gasped, and you could tell he bit his lip again as it was abruptly cut off. You went at a slightly faster pace than you did before, and he kept his grip tight on you. You thought he might be guiding you more but he didn’t, seeming content with your pace. You were a little disappointed, hoping he would be a little more rough but... considering you weren’t gagging on his cock, could you really complain that much?

He did surprise you though as he brought his right hand up from gripping the sheet to going over your hip to the mound of your ass, giving a tight squeeze as he growled lightly. You gasped and moaned against his dick, feeling it pulse slightly as he groaned. “That’s it... moan on my fucking big cock, Mäuschen~...” His fingers drummed a bit as you were still reeling a bit from the surprise and pleasure of it all. You looked up at him, full of lust as he gently caressed you. “God, and when you look up at me with those beautiful eyes... Gott, ich will alles von dir...” Both of his grips tightened, making you moan wantonly again but starting your pace up slowly again. He let out his own moan, letting his hand on your head guide you up and down at the pace he wanted, which was only a bit faster, but still manageable. His other hand though... the grip slowly loosened, dragging and softly caressing as he went to the waistband of your pants. He carefully slid his hand under, under your panties as well, dipping through to softly touch his finger on your entrance. He groaned right as you moaned, instinctively arching your back more to reach his touch. “Jesus... h-heilge... you are so fucking wet~! Fuck, and I thought I had got you wet before... This wet... just from sucking my dick... from anticipation? Fuck, you feel like you’re about to soak through to your pants... heheh... I can tell these panties are already ruined.”

You quickly pulled yourself off, leaning up slightly so you could fully look at him, fully beg for him. “Take them off... please.”

“H-huh?”

You gritted your teeth, face fully flushed as you sat up, pulling yourself up to be right up in his face. His eyes went wide in shock at the sudden movement, his hand down your panties freezing in place. “Take off my pants and panties and finger fuck me while I suck you off, König. Please, please, please, please... I want us both to be fucking lost in ecstasy, so pleeeease...” You grinded your wet cunt into his waiting hand as he looked at you stunned.

You were worried perhaps you had taken it too far or perhaps just threw him off too much as he paused for a good few seconds. But then he looked at you, absolute lust taking over both in his expression and his voice. “...Can you say it in German?”

You paused, thinking for a second. “...B-bitte, König~.”

“No,” he said, his voice flat. Again, you worried you fucked up, but then he leaned over to your ear, getting so close you could feel the warmth of his breath through the mask hit the shell of your ear. “Fick. Mich.”

You could take an educated guess at what that meant, so once he pulled back and met your eyes again, you said it with the same passion and conviction you would as if you were saying it in English, “Fick mich~...”

He groaned, closing his eyes as he took in the words you said. He brought his hand out, letting it rest on your waistband teasingly as he slowly opened his eyes to meet yours again. “...Again.”

You were breathing heavily in anticipation, feeling his other hand come up to hold the other side of your pants. You gritted your teeth in frustration, but couldn’t help but turn it into a smile as you begged for him in his native language. “Fick mich.”

He growled as he quickly shucked down your pants and panties in one swoop, reaching your knees that were still on the floor. You picked up your legs, helping kick them off and to the bottom of the comforter. With his hand free, they resumed their position, his right harshly grabbing your ass while the other went to your head, not gently gripping the side this time. Instead, going to the back and grabbing a fist full of hair as he pulled you as close as he could to his face. “Fucking again~...”

You gasped, loving the display of dominance and crying out in a moan, “Fick mich, bitte König~!!!”

He growled then transitioned to a moan as he pushed you down slowly, letting your legs readjust to your old position. “Oh my gooood~ Steig auf meinen verdammten Schwanz, jetzt...” You had no clue what he said now but took the hint and brought him fervorously back into your mouth, letting your tongue drag down as you went down as low as you could go. You think in your lust addled state, you went even deeper than you did before, just barely reaching halfway down before having to pull up.

He slipped his hand down from your ass to your waiting entrance, teasing you by circling around it three times. He chuckled as you glared up at him, getting you back for when you teased him, but giving in and letting it slip in. You moaned and hummed against his twitching dick as it slid in with ease, earning another moan from him. “So wet... look at you taking me so easily, I bet I could even...” He had only slipped in one digit, but with how wet you were... As he pulled out his middle finger, he teased your wet entrance with his middle and ring finger, before slowly, very slowly pushing in. You felt the stretching, but this time was not nearly as painful as the first time, instead being able to fully enjoy the pleasure, having to pull yourself up so you could fully moan. Your hot heavy breaths hitting the tip of his dick again made him instinctively buck his hips, but he relaxed his hand on your head so he wouldn’t force you down when you weren’t ready. “Look at that... you can take two of my fingers... and you’re taking them so fucking well... god, yesss~”

You caught your breath, looking up at him through your lashes as you hovered right above his cock as he slowly started pumping in and out. You lowered yourself down quickly, muting your moans as you took him in, making him moan himself as your louder moan caused more vibration against him, grabbing a fist full of your hair as more euphoria took him over. You hollowed out your cheeks, looking back up at him as let out one of the louder moans you’ve heard from him, his grip on your hair getting tighter as his fingers stopped pumping, reeling in the pleasure. Once he finally locked eyes with you, coming down from his momentary high, he growled, immediately picking up the pace of his fingers, like he was rewarding you for making you feel so good by immediately returning the favor. You gripped hard onto his thighs, bunching up the fabric of his pants as you tried to keep up pace. It was hard though as you were slowly getting lost in your own pleasure. You hollowed out your cheeks again as you pulled up and off, with a cute little pop sound as you came off. “S-spank me...”

He was still whirling from you sucking him off that when he heard you, he quickly snapped his head down in confusion. “W-wait... what?”

You smirked as you gritted your teeth in frustration, while frustrated at him you also were still having fun. “Spank. Me.”

He looked at you, tilting his head as he slowly pulled his fingers out, letting them drag before he cupped your ass again, gently caressing before giving a barely decent slap. You groaned, lifting yourself fully up to look up and plead for him again. “I know you can go harder than that, baby... I know you want to...”

You heard his breath hitch and him swallow back some spit nervously as he softly caressed it again, starting to drum his still wet and sticky fingers. “I... I don’t want to hurt you, Liebling.”

“Oh, König... I said I’d let you know if you were too rough. You won’t hurt me. If you do, I’ll let you know, I promise.” His gaze broke from you as he looked away, clearly a bit torn about this. You leaned up more, gently grasping his mask and lifting it so you could make your lips meet. He instantly loosened up, like he always did when you two kissed, holding you tightly as he took you all in. You slowly pulled back, meeting his eyes again as his nerves calmed. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, either.” 

He looked off to the side, this time in thought as he mulled it over, still drumming his fingers on you. “...Y-you won’t be mad if I do, right? You’ll just... tell me?” You nodded. He hesitantly brought his hand up before bringing it down slightly harsher, letting out his own groan as you hummed pleasantly, jolting at the sharp sensation. “H-how was that?”

You smiled devilishly at him as you brought your face close to his again, the mask still not having fallen between you two, so you could feel his hot breaths as he looked down at you. “Harder...”

He quirked an eyebrow but obliged, bringing his hand up before crashing it down again, this time with a more audible slap, making you gasp out. He quickly caught your mouth, kissing you again quickly before pulling back. “A-are you okay?” Your smile remained as you giggled, giving a quick kiss back.

“A little harder... just a little.”

He let out his own chuckle as he softly soothed where he hit by rubbing it. “Gott, du bist so heiß...” He brought his hand up quickly and brought it down just as fast, making the pain sting but feel so good, especially as he held his grip tightly on you before gently caressing it. You cried out in pleasure, muffling yourself as you brought your lips together again, holding him against yours as you let your tongue intertwine with his.

When you lifted again, you let the mask fall between again as you looked up at him needily. “L-lay back again...”

He chuckled, doing as you said but raised his eyebrow. “What are you planning now?” You just smiled, bringing yourself up and out from between his legs to back where you were at the start; straddling his hips, with his hand going to the sides of your hips as you hovered right above his lap, where now his exposed dick was. You joined his laughing, grabbing his hand and making it hold the bottom of his shaft up, him gasping as he held his own dick.

“You gotta make sure you are aimed up right, silly.”

“Heheheh... sorry, still kind of new at this...”

“It’s okay...” You slowly brought yourself down, letting your entrance just barely graze his tip, biting your lip as you felt him so hard, feeling your wet cunt needily want his precum leaking cock. “Y-you’ll get the hang of it, big boy...” You started lowering yourself down, crying out as you got the head in, gripping your hands tightly on his abdomen, bunching up his shirt in the process. His grip on your hip got tighter as you kept lowering yourself, letting out his own powerful moan. As tears started pricking at the corners of your eyes while you kept going lower, he quickly sat up, his grip getting much tighter and starting to pull you up slightly.

“H-hey... stop. Don’t rush, baby... don’t hurt yourself over me, Y/N.” He looked down at you dead serious, his pupils still blown out in pleasure but clearly able to overcome it, even with your tight pussy enveloping him. He carefully lifted his hand up from his dick to gently hold the other side of your hip. You let him take control, panting as he lifted you up slowly. “Nggh~... L-like this... Go down... t-then uuup... fuuuuck~” You reached just above his head, not coming off him yet as he held you there a moment. He just leaned back, looking at you, your body as you took him in, admiring it all. “Gott, meine wunderschöne Mäuschen... sooo klein und süß...... okay...” He took a deep breath closing his eyes, then moving you down his shaft again, opening them to watch you slide down as you moaned. You didn’t feel any pain, just pure pleasure as he hit every inch of your walls, slowly. “Ghhh~... t-then we go back down... god, yes~... L-lower than we did before...”

He looked down at you in amazement as you took more of his inches. You giggled, letting out a little moan as you caught your breath. “Look at you... it’s like you’re a professional.”

He chuckled as well, getting close to your face as he looked into your eyes, deeply and passionately. “Heheh... what can I say? I have a good teacher...”

You just paused, staring back at him with just as much love, letting your hands roam up to reach up and around his neck and head, gently caressing the back of his head while the other reached back to pull up his mask. He caught where you were going and leaned in further, locking with your lips as soon as he could. Your grip immediately tightened, bringing yourself up his cock slowly as he said, but also allowing yourself to get closer to him as you kissed him fervorously. Though not like before with the fervor of lust, but with pure passion. Despite how rough his cock was against you, you remained soft with the kiss. Despite you both moaning as you slowly made your way back down, his back bent to make sure he never broke from your lips. Moving your lips gently with his, occasionally licking at his lip and tongue when he would let it out to meet yours. Sometimes he would even lightly nibble at your bottom lip, giggling as he felt you smile in response. You got lower and lower, before you even knew it, you had actually bottomed out on him, only taking three attempts to take it all. The kiss broke, you both heavily breathed and lightly moaned, looking at each other for a moment as you both got used to the sensation. He leaned back slightly, looking at your body taking him in, growling as he saw it. “Gghhh~... Du nimmst meinen Schwanz so gut... als wärst du für mich gemacht~...”

You kept on holding onto his neck for balance as you slowly pulled yourself up, arching your back slightly as you did to give him a new sensation before you came back down. You didn’t bottom out on him, instead pulling back up again so you could ride him. You both moaned wantonly, his hands going back to grip at your hips and thighs as he leaned back, taking in more the image of you taking so much pleasure from him. It broke your grip from him, but you didn’t mind, as seeing him look up at you with such lust and longing... you felt another rush of pleasure shoot up your spine and made you feel even more wet on his dick. Continuing on, you were able to glide up and down with ease more, circling your hips like you knew he liked when you grinded on him, your grin growing as he moaned loudly and threw his head back. He bucked his hip up into you, grabbing hard on your body as he lost control for a moment. Once he came back and opened his eyes, he saw you moaning as you bounced up and down at an increasing pace. He was struggling to keep his composure as his moans turned to more animalistic growls, grabbing your hips and starting to thrust himself in time with you. Your thighs burned as you had to move up and down, but the pure pleasure you felt overwhelmed it. Right as you were about to slow from exhaustion, his powerful strength took over and helped you out, grabbing both sides of your hips and moving you up and down with his thrusts. “Ja, gefällt dir das? Du magst es so grob gefickt zu werden?”

You started chuckling between your gasps and moans. Once you caught your breath a bit more, you leaned yourself down, resting your head down on his chest but keeping your hips raised so you could still keep his cock deep inside you as his thrusting never stopped. You grinned widely at him, “Hehehe, you have to teach me more German, babe. I wanna understand you and I want to talk dirty to you, too.”

He groaned more as he looked down at you, liking the new position quite a bit. “J-yeah... I-I can... later... Scheiße, baby, Ich selbst kann kaum Englisch sprechen...”

He kept this thrusting going, his grip having to do less work as you could move again with more ease as you used different muscles in your legs. And at this new angle, he easily hit even deeper inside you. You gripped hard onto his chest, crying out more and more. “Oh, fuck~...  Maaauus~, I think at this angle I can...” He pulled himself out slightly, keeping his head inside as his hands tilted your hips a little bit back, before thrusting back in fast and hard, hitting your g-spot harshly and making you scream in pure ecstasy. “F-Fuck~!!! Scheiße, enge, enge, enge... so verdammt enge...”

Your head fell on his chest fully as you lost yourself, unable to fuck him back even as he continued his assault on your most sensitive spot. Clearly, he had no problem with that as he kept going, your pussy clenching around him as you already felt your climax come close and closer. He chuckled darkly, bringing one of his hands around from your hip to dip under and gently rub your clit, not wanting to fully overstimulate you... though clearly you still were as you were almost clawing through his shirt.

“Mhmmhmmhmm, are you getting close, mein Schatz? I can feel it, baby...” He leaned down as far as he could, though he could only bend his torso and neck so far with your current position. “Come on, meine Mäuschen. Fucking cum for me... Komm für mich, biiiitte... Ich möchte den Himmel wieder spüren...”

His pace on your clit increased, but he never went faster with his thrust, just letting them hit you hard and deep. But with it hitting the right spot, you could feel it. Everytime he hit it, you felt your climax teeter over the edge, and with every circle, it threatened to blow over. With one final thrust, you gripped hard and just let it wash over you, vision going white as your back arched, letting out a loud moan. Your hips twitched and it felt like every inch of you was on fire. You didn’t think it was possible... but you think you came harder than you did before.

Once you caught your breath, you came down from your orgasm, feeling his tight grip on your hips as some lingering spasms lasted but were quickly calmed by his strength. As you came down, you noticed too that he had completely froze, his breathing labored and methodic. You looked up at him in confusion, and noted that you definitely didn’t feel his cum inside you yourself. “...Y-you okay?”

“...I can’t move... s-so tight... I’m about to cum... but I can’t... not inside you... not again...” His voice was so labored and on edge, you took such pity on him but knew what he was saying. Obviously he couldn’t cum inside you, but also he couldn’t finish anywhere on you. There was no way for you two to clean up. You paused, thinking because you really wanted to have him cum as well but...

“Hold on... I have an idea... just, uh... hold your breath for a second and... hold it in as much as you can.” Slowly and very carefully, you pulled yourself up and off his head, and he sucked a harsh breath through his teeth, closing his eyes as he gripped onto the comforter. You lifted yourself from your straddle, sitting on your knees off to the side of him. “Okay... now stand up.” He took a deep breath before doing as you said, leaving his hands off to his sides, scared to touch any part of himself. You gave him a sympathetic smile as you looked up at him, scooting yourself between his legs so you were fully kneeling in front of him. To let him know your intentions, you opened your mouth, your tongue just barely ghosting under his tip and then grabbed his hand, guiding it to his cock.

He moaned just from looking at you, knowing exactly what you were thinking now. “Fuuuck~... Ich könnte bei diesem Anblick abspritzen...” He took a few deep breaths before starting to pump his cock slowly, tapping his tip on your waiting tongue. It made him gasp as he increased his pace. You smiled, bringing your tongue back in for a moment so you could gently kiss his tip, then opened up for him again. He started heavily breathing, his pace quickly picking up and roughly grabbing the back of your head, not fully forcing his cock in your mouth though, just bring it close to so not a single drop was wasted as he fully unloaded on your tongue, a slew of curses coming out as his hips bucked. Admittedly, you weren’t the most keen on swallowing but you had no choice... and he actually didn’t taste too bad. You waited for his bucking hips to stop before you brought your tongue back in, making sure he was looking at you as you made a show of your swallow. He chuckled lowly, gently placing his index finger on your chin to make you look up at him. “Let me see that tongue.” You giggled and did as he said, your tongue just about touching his thumb that was holding your chin. “Mmmhm... good girl... Das ist mein kleiner Schatz...”

You carefully started to stand back up, but he quickly grabbed your hand that wasn’t on the ground supporting you to help you up. You stumbled on your feet as did, crashing into his lower chest but he quickly wrapped his burly arms around you to make sure you didn’t tumble back. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath and then letting out a content hum as you relaxed fully into him, your hands resting on his shoulder and chest. He rested his head on the top of yours, the both of you enjoying your post sex quiet moment. His head adjusted and moved, placing a few gentle kisses on your head before leaning down lifting his mask up. It was just the nonverbal cue for you two now, you both knew what it meant, and you obliged, bringing your lips close and kissing him with great passion. Your hand slipped under his mask, curling your fingers in his hair and gently combing through the short bits you could. He broke the kiss, looking deeply in your eyes but then sighing... not a happy content sigh as his eyes darted to the side and his fingers drummed on the small of your back.

“...I don’t want to leave.” His voice was so small, so broken. You looked up at him with much concern as he struggled to look at you. “I’ll probably get some new assignment tomorrow... and I won’t see you. I won’t be here to protect you from all these... fucking Fetzenschädel while they interrogate you about this bullshit!” You noticed his hand had gone from drumming to fully shaking on you as he spoke more and more. He groaned out in frustration and let go of you, covering his face in his hands as he continued to groan, walking away. You followed after him, keeping your pace slow so you could just let him express his frustration. Though you wanted to hug him and keep him calm... you knew deep down he did have to let this out. He let out another big sigh, dragging his hands down his mask before looking down at the floor. He let out a slight chuckle, then pulled his boxers up and zipped up his fly, redoing his belt as well. You realized you, as well, didn’t have your bottoms back on either, surprised you didn’t feel the cold air hitting your exposed sex earlier. You quickly walked over to your “bed,” sitting on the ground and putting them back on. He heard your quick footsteps and it brought him back to reality, looking over at you, and letting out another soft chuckle. “Ich mache mir solche Sorgen um ein Mädchen, das ich gerade getroffen habe... but...”

He slowly walked over to you, right as you got your pants past your hips. You looked up at him and smiled warmly as you saw him extend his hand out to you again. You took it, and then he guided you over back to the table. You slid your hand down and in between his fingers so you could interlock with him, and he quickly returned it by looking back at you, a smile in his eyes as he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. Once you got to the table, he stood in front of the corner of it while your back was to it. He patted it with his free hand, and you quickly hopped up, holding onto his shoulder for balance. He smiled again, stepping back a bit but still holding your hand, as his eyes looked you up and down. “...I just wanted to see you in the light again, Mäuschen.” He let out a little giggle as you turned away, flushing and smiling as you did. He sighed, taking a step closer and looming over you again. “...You really are so beautiful, meine Maus. ...God, I really don’t want to leave, I just want to fucking stay here and keep you safe an-”

You cut him off quickly as you felt his hand start to tremble against yours again. “Hey, König... don’t think like that, you're getting yourself worked up...” You looked at him with concern but made sure you also looked as confident as possible so you could show how serious you are. “I know it’s hard and... your very real desire to care and protect me... It’s so sweet and I love it. But there is only so much you can do. Especially right now. I know you want me safe with you, and I do too, but... we can’t fight the situation we are in right now. I’ll be fine. You said you didn’t want me to hurt myself for you... König, don't put yourself in danger just to protect me... Okay?” You leaned up and gently kissed the side of his mask while he was staring at you softly and lovingly. He let out a small chuckle, shaking his head while looking at you.

“I’m still not convinced this isn’t a dream...” He removed his hand from yours and placed it right by your side, leaning on the table to lean over you more. He raised his other hand, softly cupping your face as you nuzzled into his touch. You giggled softly.

“Mmm... I guess we’ll just have to wait and see when we wake up, hmm?”

He laughed again, slightly glancing away from you, looking up as he shook his head again. “Gott, wenn das ein Traum ist, weck mich nicht auf.” He looked back at you, slowly bringing his face closer. Once he got right nearby, he hooked his thumb under his mask and pulled it up, immediately closing the gap between you two as you had your last, loving kiss. You softly ran your hands down his shoulders to his pecs then back up again, loving the feeling of his muscles.

He reluctantly pulled away, standing up straight. He pulled up his sleeve, checking his watch and sighing sadly. You leaned over, checking as well... 3:45 am... Fucking hell. He looked behind you still keeping his eyes on the table, pointing to something. You turned your back to look. “You better finish that soon or hide it under your pillow. Heheh... they’ll know it was from me.”

You giggled, watching him as he slowly walked around the table. “Hmm... I think I’ll save it for later. I got some protein in me, I should be good for a bit.” You looked up at him with a big grin as he let out a big laugh, shaking his head. You knew he was blushing under his mask.

“Eat the Pop-Tart, Liebling... I don’t think my uh... ‘protein’ will hold you over ‘til morning.” Reluctantly, he turned his back walking to the door and slowly, carefully pulling it open so as to not make as much noise. He turned back as he went through, giving a cute little wave bye as he slowly shut the door, watching as you returned it, with a big loving smile plastered on your face.

You picked up the Pop-Tart, walking around the room as you finished the first half of it that you had left from before. You really were full as once you looked at the second one in the package, you knew you would not be able to eat a single bite from it. You decided to combine his two suggestions, very carefully wrapping it so it would not touch the floor and walked to your bed, placing it in the farthest corner of your pillow as you laid down. As soon as you hit the comforter, you felt it... the lingering warmth from him. Even the subtle smell of gunpowder lingered and you somehow found it comforting. Easily snuggling up in it all, you found yourself quickly returning to sleep from the exhaustion of your little rendezvous.

Translations! Trottelviech- (literally) Idiot creature (taken from a reddit thread on Austrian insults people have heard) Komm zu mir, meine Mäuschen- Come to me, my Mäuschen. Scheiße, wie bist du so perfekt?- Fuck, how are you so perfect? Ja, gefällt dir das? Wenn du nicht weißt was ich sage?- Yeah, you like that? When you don't know what I'm saying? Du magst es, meinen großen Schwanz an deiner Muschi zu spüren?- You like feeling my big cock on your pussy? Muschi- Pussy Scheeeeiiiiiße~... Wie bist du überhaupt gottverdammt real?- Fuuuuuck~... How are you even goddamn real? Knie raus, Füße zusammen...- Knees out, feet together... Gott, ich will alles von dir...- God, I want all of you... Fick mich- Fuck me Steig auf meinen verdammten Schwanz, jetzt...- Get on my fucking cock, now... Gott, du bist so heiß...- God, you are so hot... Gott, meine wunderschöne Mäuschen... sooo klein und süß...- God, my gorgeous Mäuschen... sooo small and cute... Du nimmst meinen Schwanz so gut... als wärst du für mich gemacht~...- You take my cock so well... like you were made for me~... Ja, gefällt dir das? Du magst es so grob gefickt zu werden?- Yeah, you like that? You like being fucked so roughly? Scheiße, baby, Ich selbst kann kaum Englisch sprechen...- Shit, baby, I can barely speak English myself... Scheiße, enge, enge, enge... so verdammt enge...- Shit, tight, tight, tight... so damn tight... Mein Schatz- (literally) My treasure (another pet name like darling/sweetheart) Komm für mich, biiiitte... Ich möchte den Himmel wieder spüren...- Cum for me, pleeeaase... I want to feel heaven again... Ich könnte bei diesem Anblick abspritzen...- I could cum at the sight of this... Das ist mein kleiner Schatz...- That's my little Schatz... Fetzenschädel- (literally) Tattered skull (another Austrian insult saying "idiot" in a very creative way lmao) Ich mache mir solche Sorgen um ein Mädchen, das ich gerade getroffen habe...- I'm so worried about a girl that I just met... Gott, wenn das ein Traum ist, weck mich nicht auf.- God, if this is a dream, don't wake me up.

[glitchfiles]

hear me out, finding sub jeno humping your pillow bc he misses you

there’s something about your scent. he had caught a whiff of it while rolling around listlessly in bed, waiting for you to come home from work. your sweet fragrance with the soft sheets you lay in together at night beneath him… it was pathetic how quickly his cock had swollen up.

he didn’t see his phone screen light up with a notification of your text message telling him you’d be home soon. he certainly didn’t hear the front door open, not over his heavy pants and whines, or the creaking of the bed under the force of his hurried thrusts.

a smile curls up on your lips as you quietly approach your ajar bedroom door. his moans get louder with each step. the way your name rolls off his tongue, followed by a string of curses, makes the pit of your stomach heat up.

you lean against the door frame to get a clear view of him humping your pillow. his hips bucking against the silken casing, hands balled into fits scrunching the sheets in the iron hold as he anchored himself. picking up the pace when he found an angle the rubbed his twitching cock in just the right place.

if only you could see his face, you could clearly imagine his fucked out expression in your mind. mouth hung open, eyes glossed over with no thoughts behind them - expect for cumming, of course.

from the way he needily jerked into the pillow, while babbling praise of how good you felt in the fantasy playing out in his mind, you could tell he had gone dumb from the pleasure.

so dumb in fact that he was about to cum without any permission. while the idea of spectating as his impending orgasm wrecks him sounded lovely, you have rules that you cannot stand by and let him break. also, it would be easier for everyone if he didn’t cum all over your sheet - lord knows how much precum he had leaked all over your pillow already.

you push the door open and announce your presence “i don’t remember saying you could touch yourself?” his whole body freezes at the sound of your voice. he quickly mutters a quiet apology with his head hung low in shame.

you walk to the side of the bed, tutting as you inspect the pitiful scene. your hand comes under his jaw, moving his head to look you, “you know you’re gonna need to do way more than that to make up for being naughty.”

a/n. had no idea how to end this lmfao but i hope that was good enough. any asks are appreciated, i love answering them!! <3

[pray4saint]

can i get a tall americano with a cookie, and some extra sugars! (praise, exhibitionism and possessiveness) <33

let 'em see

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. smut. possessive!george. praise. kind of exhibitionism.

a/n. this ended up being a blurb bc that's what i thought of writing also i'm not great with exhibitionism but i tried my best! enjoy!!

you'd been so good up until dream had started talking about some new fixation of his and you just seemed so, so interested.

”darling could you grab me a glass of water?” your boyfriend's eyes were trained on you and the conversation you were having with the blond. ”yeah george, just a second.” you didn't even budge, and george took a mental note of it.

when clay finally left and you brought him the water, he pulled you down onto the couch with him, figuring you over his lap while you smiled at his antics, unaware of the glint in his eye that meant mischief

”you do know i'm your boyfriend, right?” he asks, eyes darting between your eyes and your lips. you almost laugh at the question. it's ridiculous. ”yes georgie, i know you're my boyfriend.”

”that's good to hear.” without another word, his lips crash into yours, hands finding perch on your hips. when his hands wander south, towards your pants, you pull away from him, reminding him that his roommates are just a few walls away but he doesn't care and he voices that to you. ”oh please, love. they already know what we do behind closed doors. not that you're any help with how loud y'are.” something about it turns you on, about how okay he seems with being caught and it forces a blush onto your face.

his fingers slide under the waistband of your underwear and you instinctively buck your hand up against nothing, making your boyfriend chuckle. ”hey, pretty girl, i'm gonna make you feel good, gonna make sure everyone knows you're mine alright? relax.” you breath out heavily with a nod, keeping your eyes on his as his thumb finds your clit under the fabric, flicking it over a few times. even the slight stimulation to your sex makes you look away from his eyes.

”ah, george..” he shushes you, his hand falling lower in your pants, fingers moving through your slit. ”didn't know a few light clit taps would make you this wet love.” you don't protest, don't challenge him. all you do is whine, bringing your eyes to his face, to his lips more specifically. ”or is it the idea that we could get caught, hm? is that it?” your pussy clenches around nothing and even through the slick, george could feel it from the outside. ”oh sweet girl,” his voice sounds condescending, but it's really not, it's more so of a coo, a reassurance. ”if i'd known about how turned you get at the idea of being walked in on, maybe i'd have left the door open in just the slightest sometimes.” before you can respond, your boyfriend is pushing his middle finger into your cunt, pushing through the tight bundle of nerves.

you push your head into his neck, biting down on the fabric covering his shoulder. ”you always take my fingers so well love.” you squeeze down at the praise. ”think you can take another?”

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Slow burn where Jazz (mods georg and terrorizer of health professionals everywhere) exclusively goes to Starscream (also mods georg and technically a medic that almost no one trusts to use if they like their internals) for medical treatment that he can't do on his own- because no one else gets it- despite their vastly different ideals. There can't be a single situation they can't handle and the very thought of being unprepared drives both of them up a wall. And they both put up their fake friendly personas up to max even though they both know the other isn't falling for it.

Starscream will call up Jazz in the middle of the night (knowing damn well he wasn't asleep) and without even a hello be like: I installed an upgrade to make certain neck cables give off enough of an electric shock so anyone who touches them is forced into stasis.

"The same cables that feed power directly to the brain module?"

"Obviously."

And then Jazz is on his doorstep five minutes later with very noticeable tire trails behind him to betray his speeding.

Like Jazz only has more mods by a very small margin but Starscream has more illegal mods than Jazz (by a slightly larger but still tiny margin). Everybody thinks Jazz is just getting either two am booty calls or out of v important special ops business. He thinks he's doing the latter but instead he's acting exactly like Red Alert in a bad spiral, just being quiet about it.

Jazz is slowly falling for the giddy little face and excited wing flapping Starscream does every time he requests something like all his data ports exploding at once if someone jacks in without his permission. And Starscream thinks he's safe but the twenty minutes after surgery, with energon still on his hands, he'll go up to his trinemates and gush like "Oh Skywarp he was so cooperative he even laid on the table willingly! Even you weren't as still when I beat you unconscious for the same upgrade!" And Skywarp will be like "Wait, is THAT why I woke up in an alleyway three days ago?!"

They're fueling each other's metal issues sooooooo much. If Ratchet saw either of their insides he'd have a spark attack on the spot. Both of their codings are absolute messes only decipherable to them bc Starscream wants that extra layer of protection AND he never learned how to code right in the first place.

One of these days they're gonna get caught from Starscream dropping everything in the middle of a battle if Jazz gets hurt. He just NEEDS to see how damaged coolant lines will affect his already easily-overheated taxing systems. Shhh, shhhh yes, look, red person. Totally means I'm Ratchet, your visor is just malfunctioning. Now *rips open chassis and pulls out syringe filled with ominously glowing liquid* let's see what happens when we inject this directly into your spark chamber :)

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“achy” ☁️ draco x reader x harry

warnings : smut, dom/sub, sub!reader, sub!harry, dom!draco, soft aftercare, praise kink.

summary : you feel needy so you make harry skip transfiguration, and draco finds out.

a/n : not me writing for drarry again bc i’m literally obsessed with this ship- chile 😳.

“but please, har! i really need you” you pouted at the bespectacled boy, staring up at him as your hands tugged at his scarlet and golden tie, “you’re so pretty. please, angel.”

harry only sighed, biting his lip at the sight of you. you needed him so much, and seeing you in that state made him want you too, more than anything, “okay” he agreed, feigning indifference but a smile crept onto his face as soon as strings of ‘thank you’s and ‘i love you’s left your mouth, along with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

you wasted no time in dragging him up the stairs to his dorm, knowing that draco wouldn’t be able to catch you there.

closing the door behind him, harry let you undress him. you began with his tie, that you’d been dying to get off him since that morning, then with his pants and briefs, and finally took off his shirt, leaving him bare in front of you. you smiled weakly at him, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss on his chest, making him giggle at the action, “so fucking precious, ‘m love” you said as you got down on your knees, gripping his thighs for support as your lips lightly touched his red tip, causing him to shudder.

“so pretty” he whispered as he guided your head, your mouth taking all of him, making you gag at his impressive size, “f-fuck, y/n/n. taking all of me like such a good g-girl, fuck!” whined harry, pushing your head closer so you were forced to breathe through your nose, tears leaking out of your eyes at the roughness of his thrusts.

a few more thrusts along with your boyfriend’s praises and you couldn’t ignore your neediness, your hand immediately sliding down and playing with your clit. you hummed around his cock as he continued to fuck your mouth, and you heard harry chuckling from above you, “couldn’t take it anymore, could you, lovey ?” he questioned rhetorically, but you shook your head nevertheless, “stop that, angel.”

and although his tone was gentle, your hand immediately left your wet cunt, at the same time he cupped your face and eased himself out of your mouth, “lemme taste my sweet little girl” he said, earning a soft moan from you as you held two fingers up, close to his lips. harry’s tongue poked out as his mouth opened and he took your fingers between his upper lip and tongue, sucking and humming around them as his eyes closed.

the sight was pure sex. harry, with your fingers inside his mouth, tasting you and actually enjoying it. “d-daddy” you whispered, and harry’s eyes immediately snapped open, watching your glossy eyes and pouty lips, “wanna- wanna be fucked, please. wanna cum ‘round your cock, pretty please” and although a sub himself, harry couldn’t say he wasn’t enjoying that — you calling him ‘daddy’, while begging for his cock.

“well, good girls get what they want, don’t they, sweetheart ?” he asked, brushing some strands of hair out of your face. “m-i’m a good girl ?” you asked hopefully, watching as he nodded, satisfied at how submissive you were for him, and only him, “a good girl that’s gonna receive exactly what she wants, hm ?”

so you didn’t even try to control yourself anymore, and got on your back on the floor, pulling harry on top of you as you kissed him passionately, running your hands up and down his chest. chuckling, he pulled away for a second, “easy- easy, my love” he pressed his forehead against yours, slowly pushing his cock inside of you, pulling breathless moans and whines from you as he couldn’t control the endless groans escaping his parted lips.

“just l-like that- so good! so fucking good.”

***

an hour later, after cumming three times each, you were finally done. laying on the floor, sweaty bodies pressed against each other as you tried to catch your breaths. “should we t-take a bath now ? use some lotion for s-sore muscles ?” you asked, remembering the usual things draco’d do after sex.

harry was aware about those things, but being a sub himself, he couldn’t do it properly so he just said “i- i think we should go to dinner first, you know- so draco won’t be suspicious” he offered and you agreed, feeling hungry yourself.

you put on one of harry’s tshirts and your shorts, while harry dressed himself as well, and you headed to the great hall. while walking, your legs were visibly trembling, and harry seemed tense and uncomfortable as well, but you just brushed it off and continues walking.

once there, you made your way to the slytherin table, where you and harry sat on either of draco’s sides. but then again, sitting down wasn’t comfortable either — your pussy was aching and you swore that you could hear harry hiss as well.

frowning, draco glanced at you, then at harry and back at you, eventually opening his mouth, “didn’t see you in transfiguration” he spoke matter of factly, turning back to his food as he waited for an answer.

“i-i forgot to do my essay a-and you know how minnie gets” you told him quietly, your cheeks burning in embarrassment at what happened just a few minutes before.

draco hummed, not really impressed as he turned his gaze to his boyfriend, “and you ?”

looking down shyly, harry stuttered, “i was h-helping her.”

“right, so who’s idea was it ?”

“what idea ?”

“skipping class to fuck. without me ? d’you think i’m stupid, potter ?”

“we didn’t-”

“oh yeah ? explain this, then” draco said arrogantly, sliding one of his hands inside your underwear and slapping your clit lightly as you cried out in pain, half of the table turning to look at you, but they instantly looked away when draco glared at them.

deep in thought, draco removed his hand from your underwear and brought it up to nose, inhaling the scent with closed eyes. inhaling deeply, his eyes snapped open and he groaned, gripping both yours and harry’s wrists and practically dragged you up to his dorm.

***

“did you apply lotion ? take a warm bath ? wash your hair ?” draco yelled at both you and harry, as the only thing you could do was shake your heads, waiting for the punishment he had in store for you, sooner or later.

groaning in frustration, draco disappeared behind the door of his spacious bathroom — as he was a prefect. you shot harry a look as well as he did you, tears leaking out of your eyes as you waited for your boyfriend to come back.

“in here, now” his cold voice instructed and both of you obliged instantly, your legs quivering as you entered the bathroom, trying to stand straight in front of the blond, “my poor little babies...” he spoke softly as his hands went to cup one of your cheeks and one of harry’s, pulling you closer to his chest and holding you there.

you sobbed against his pale skin, the achiness increasing as well as your guiltiness, “m s-sorry, dray...didn’t wanna- i knew you w-wouldn’t skip class with us and- and harry looked so pretty...i’m so so sorry” by the time you were done speaking, your tears were dripping down your chin and all the way down draco’s shirt.

but instead of yelling or punishing you like you thought he would, draco shushed you, depositing harry and then you into the spacious bathtub.

“next time don’t do these things without permission, bubs...see ? it hurts now, doesn’t it ?” he cooed when you and harry winced as the hot water came into contact with your sore muscles and your overused bodies.

you nodded shyly as harry laid his head upon your chest, closing his eyes, “m sorry too...” he whispered, too shy to even look at any of you as he buried his face into your chest, “for being a bad boy, i mean...wanna be good f-” but harry couldn’t get the last words out of his mouth as his adorable little snores filled the room, causing both you and draco to giggle quietly.

“he’s probably gonna do this again, isn’t he ?” draco sighed, squeezing some shampoo on his palm and rubbing his palms together.

“if this is what we get, i’m most likely gonna do this again as well.”

“wh- hey!”

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Hi! So like what if Levi & F!Reader are like cuddling, and Levi over slept (maybe misses a meetings?) and Eren and his squad have to go find him and they see Reader and Levi all cuddly and stuffs. AND THEN Levi become super pissed bc they went into his quarters without permission and blah blah blah (you can decide the rest lolll) basically crack, fluff and humor lol. Please& thank uuu

the short end of the stick

❈ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

❈ genre: fluff, semi-crack ❈ word count: 3.3k

❈ summary: In which the 104th cadets were not prepared to find out that the terrifying and ever-intimidating Captain Levi... is a little spoon.

❈ trigger warnings: implied sex. brief mentions of blood and death. profanity

a/n: i made the reader gender neutral, hope y’all don’t mind. i had too much fun writing this and got kinda carried away. this is my first request ever and i’m glad that i finished it. enjoy!

Eren was shaking.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and his knuckles turned white from how hard he was clenching his fists, nails piercing his skin so harshly he swore it would draw blood. His heart angrily pumped inside his chest, every beat so strong he nearly anticipated for it to jump out of his ribcage at any given moment.

Fear.

He felt fear.

He puts a name to the feeling and it doesn’t make him feel any better. Ears ringing, lungs breathing rapidly as he tries to steady his fear-induced heart. He was hyperventilating. His eyebrows crease from his anxiousness and he feels his knees weaken, daring to give out beneath him. Was he actually shaking right now? He couldn’t even tell.

Vulnerable.

He felt vulnerable.

Eren had seen many horrors throughout his short lifetime. He saw the colossal titan rear its ugly head over Wall Maria as its foot smashed into the wall’s gates, debris flying throughout the district as a boulder crushed his home with his mother still inside. He saw his mother get snapped in half and eaten by a titan right before his very eyes at a tender age as he sat by and could do nothing but watch.

He was orphaned. Forced to grow up too soon, too fast just so he could say he survived. His entire district was left homeless, forced to become refugees as titans rampaged throughout the outer walls, forced plow the fields to combat the famine and hunger, forced to have 250,000 people go on what was essentually a suicide mission to appease the growing population.

He trained in the military. He trained for three gruesome years and had his physical and mental psyche crushed into dust beneath the boots of the commanding officer, only to be thrown into a battle—completely unprepared— with the titans once more before he could even graduate.

He saw his friends, his family, his brothers and sisters in arms get eaten. Killed. Murdered. Swatted away like flies by the very beasts he swore he’d kill.

And yet, nothing could prepare him for this.

Nothing could prepare him for the blood-pumping, adrenaline-induced terror at the mere thought of having to carry out his mission.

Nothing could prepare him for having to wake up Captain Levi from his nap.

Jean groaned. “Dammit, just fucking do it already.”

Eren is snapped out of his reverie, suddenly reminded that he wasn’t alone. His fellow soldiers stood behind him.

“Well if you’re so brave then why don’t you do it, horse-face?” He grits back, turning around and clenching his fists at his side.

He glimpses around the hallway and his eyes loom over his teammates’ amused faces, each painted with a shit-eating grin. Everyone was relieved that they weren’t the ones tagged with waking up the Captain from his nap.

Rumor around the base is, the last person from his original squadron (may they rest in peace) who had to wake up Captain Levi almost had his ear sliced off. Levi wasn’t even carrying any gear or anywhere near a knife.

One look at Mikasa told Eren that even she was glad she didn’t get picked for this task, and he shudders at the thought of being the poor bastard who had to lose his ear just so the Captain wouldn’t be late for his meeting. He quite liked having both of his ears attached to his head, thank you very much.

“It’s your task.”

“Yeah but why is it my task?!”

“Because you drew the short end of the stick, genius.” Jean replies easily.

Oh. Right.

“There has to be something we can do! Another plan. One that doesn’t involve waking up Captain Levi.” His eyes are pleading as he looks at his fellow soldiers, yet none of them seem willing to switch places with him.

Dammit. They were really going to make him work for it.

All his dignity is thrown out the window as Eren quickly gets on his knees and starts begging his friends, the shit-eating grins on their faces turning into wicked smiles as they watch him beg for mercy.

“Mikasa? What about you? Are you seriously going to let them send me to my death?” He asks, but Mikasa simply turns her head the other way as she speaks.

“He won’t kill you. Just sever your ear.”

Eren’s eye twitches.

She looks at him once more. “I’ll pick up your ear and ask the medical unit to sew it back on you. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

As proof, she holds up a glass jar and some tweezers. She had gloves on her hands.

God, he was going to kill his teammates.

Jean, apparently fed up with Eren’s incessant whining, marches towards him and grabs him by the collar, forcing him to stand up.

“Yeager, you trained in the military for three years. You’re a goddam titan shifter. You got kidnapped and held hostage. Three times. Waking up a growth-stunted man won’t be the last of you.”

Jean’s words are reassuring but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. No, his eyes are still amused. Very amused.

Scratch that, he wasn’t going to kill all his comrades. Just Jean. Jean and his extremely punchable horse-face.

Before he could even reply, Eren is shoved inside the Captain’s office with a quick “Off you go!” and the door is quickly shut behind him.

Fear.

This was truly fear.

Captain Levi’s office is empty, Eren notices. It’s spotless as always and tall shelves line every wall, each filled to the brim with books and documents. A lone door sits at the far right wall.

The Captain’s bedroom.

Slowly, with bathed breaths, he forces his legs to walk closer to the door that held his fate. Briefly, Eren thinks about getting some protective ear covers (just in case) but he quickly shoves that idea aside when he realizes that Jean and Conny were likely blocking the door from the outside.

That, and he concludes that the Captain would just break another part of his body. Maybe his hands. He didn’t need ears for handling ODM gear but he did need his hands.

“Captain?” Eren’s voice is weak but clear as he knocks on the door. “Captain Levi, you’re late for your meeting.”

He holds his breath for a few seconds, and there’s no response. He tries once more.

“Captain,” he repeats, louder this time. “Captain, you really need to wake up. Commander Erwin says your attendance is required for the meeting to start.”

But there’s still no response.

His hands are shaky and he’s still extremely nervous, but he knew Captain Levi’s presence was urgent to the meeting. Classified, Commander Erwin had said when he asked what it was about. 

The third time Eren repeats his fruitless endeavors, he realizes that Captain Levi really wasn’t waking up any time soon.

He runs back to the door he came in from.

“Let me out!” He yells, hands throttling the doorknob as he tries to pull the door open but just as he suspected, Jean and Conny are sealing the exit and pulling at the doorknob as well.

“Let me out, dammit! Captain Levi won’t wake up, I don’t wanna die— just let me out!”

His feet are pressed up against the wall at this point and he manages to yank the door open by a few mere inches. A quick glimpse outside confirms his worse fears: all his friends are holding onto the doorknob as well, trying to keep the door closed. Even Mikasa.

He’d never felt so betrayed.

“You got this Eren!” His eyes drift to the back of the group where Sasha was smiling at him with a cheeky grin. “I’m sure the Captain won’t hurt you too badly when you wake him up.”

“No, fuck that! He’ll murder me and say it was because I went ape shit in titan form. He won’t even get arrested!”

It was when he made eye contact with Mikasa when he realized what true betrayal felt like.

“Good luck, Eren.” “No, don’t—!” Mikasa yanks the door close with one strong pull and he falls to the floor, on his ass.

The room is quite once more (save for the cheeky giggles on the other side of the door) and Eren brushes himself off as he stands up. He eyes the door to the Captain’s bedroom and he breathes in deeply when he comes to terms with what he has to do to wake the Captain from his deep slumber. He has to go inside.

He finds himself in front of the door once again, and this time his knocks are a little louder, a little more unsure, as he speaks. “Captain? I don’t think you’re waking up soon. I’m coming in.”

Slowly, he tells himself. Slowly.

Eren wasn’t sure what to expect when he opened the door to Captain Levi’s quarters. Maybe a torture chamber. Maybe swords and skeletons on the wall. Maybe a book on How To Murder With One Glare on a coffee table. He didn’t know.

But oddly, he thinks as he glances around, the Captain’s bedroom is... normal. The room’s dark, with its curtains drawn and the candles unlit. Tall shelves holding an impressive collection of books still line a portion of the walls. A bed is pressed up against the wall opposite the door, and there are two lumps underneath the blankets—

Wait.

Two lumps.

Two.

Captain Levi’s in bed with someone?

“Captain Levi,” Eren quietly calls out. He wonders who the hell managed to catch the Captain’s attention... or if someone even caught his attention at all. Captain Levi could just be hugging a pillow, he reasons. But Eren’s curiosity overtakes his fears and his legs start to walk closer towards the bed. “Captain?”

The blanket was pulled over the two sleeping lumps, and Eren gently tugs it down to reveal their faces.

No way.

No fucking way.

Briefly, Eren is speechless. His words get caught in his throat, hand frozen mid-air as he marvels at the sight of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier cuddled up within the arms of his lover. His normally stoic face is gone, replaced by relaxed eyes and a slightly ajar mouth, one cheek puffed up as it’s squished into his lover’s chest and his head is nuzzled into the crook of their neck. His arms disappear underneath the blankets, but judging by the fact that his lover’s arms were around him, Eren surmised that the Captain’s arms were most likely wrapped around his lover as well.

He looked innocent— cute, almost, and if Eren didn’t have to train under him everyday he might have actually believed that the Captain’s innocent sleeping face could be taken at face value.

Eren recognizes you, as well. He’s seen you around the base with your own squadron, an elite soldier with your own team of other elite soldiers. You’re known around the base as the squad leader who works their team to the ground, training your members so hard that they genuinely considered going to Captain Levi for comfort. But it wasn’t for naught, of course. Your squad’s survived longer than Captain Levi’s (again, may they rest in peace), barely making it out complete when the fiasco with the Female Titan occurred.

“Oi, Eren.” A voice behind him speaks, and Eren is briefly caught off guard as he turns around and makes eye contact with his comrades. Most likely, they got impatient with waiting for him and decided to see if he’d been murdered already.

Great, so now they decide they weren’t scared of going inside the Captain’s room.

“What’s taking so long?” Jean asks.

Eren is still speechless, opting to instead shakily point his finger towards the bed where Levi lay wrapped in your arms.

“H-he’s... he’s—“ “He’s what?”

He gulps and sighs deeply, speaking out so quietly his friends almost didn’t hear, speaking out in a mere shaky whisper as he utters his words.

“He’s a little spoon.”

Chaos is what Eren would use to describe what happened next. His comrades immediately jumped to stand next to him and take a look at the sight on bed, crowding around them as if they were a soap opera.

“Oh my god, he looks so...” Sasha starts in awe, hands on her cheeks and stars in her eyes but unsure how to finish her words.

Eren nods his head, understanding her speechlessness. “Innocent.”

Silently, his friends nod as well. But he couldn’t just stand here and gawk at Captain Levi’s sleeping form, he came here with a mission. “We need to wake him up. He’s already really late.” He says, more to himself than to his friends. He doesn’t wait for his comrades to exit the room as he gently places a hand on the Captain’s shoulders to shake him awake.

“Captain Levi—“

Eren learns his mistake too late as Levi’s eyes immediately snap open, hand clamping down on Eren’s and twisting it behind his back to disarm him.

“Eren!” Mikasa yells behind him, making a move to free him from Levi’s iron clad grip. From the corner of his eyes, Eren sees the person lying down next to Levi quickly sit up and throw something silver, flying past his comrades and towards Mikasa’s head, embedding itself deep within the wood next to her face.

Eren stares at his friends, all silent, frozen with fear, and rooted to their spots as their mouths hang open.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Levi sneers, pushing down on Eren’s arm.

“C-captain, you’re late for the—“ “Holy shit, we’re late for the meeting.” You cut in, eyes wide in realization.

The Captain briefly glimpses at you and clicks his tongue as he releases Eren from his grip, the young soldier immediately slumping to the ground in relief. His arms and legs felt like jello and he could already feel himself melting into the wooden floor.

“Can someone explain to me why you brats thought it would be a good idea to enter my private quarters?” Levi glares. “Without my permission?”

Oh shit. They didn’t think this through.

A cold shiver runs down the soldier’s spines as they unanimously realize their mistake, something that Eren undoubtedly would’ve felt as well if he wasn’t too busy gawking at the realization that Captain Levi was shirtless (probably naked underneath the sheets), and you were shirtless as well (also probably naked underneath the sheets).

Levi catches Eren’s eyes staring at you, and he silently pulls the blanket over your chest and up to your collarbones without breaking his glare at the cadets.

Fuck. Eren thinks, eyes snapping to the ground as a blush creeps up his neck. Captain Levi’s definitely going to cut off both my ears now.

Conny, apparently already cracking under the pressure, flails his arms and yells as he tries to make a run for the door. Before anyone could even blink, another silver blur whizzes through the air, stabbing the wood directly in front of Conny as he freezes.

It was a knife. A fucking butter knife. Why the hell the Captain and his lover keep a butterknife next to them on the bed is something Eren doesn’t want to know.

“Since none of you lot have tongues,” Levi speaks. He’s not going to get an explanation soon. “We’ll discuss punishment later. For now,” He stands up, grabbing a still flustered Eren by the collar and dragging him towards the door, pushing out the rest of the team as well.

Eren doesn’t have time to be relieved about the fact that Captain Levi was not, for a fact, naked and was wearing black boxers. He was too busy getting pushed out the Captain’s bedroom and dragged through the office before finally getting thrown out into the hallway.

“For now, you leave me alone. I have a meeting to attend to.”

Levi slams the door shut at his awestruck soldiers, breathing in a frustrated sigh as he rests his hand on his forehead. He was getting a headache. He feels arms wrap around him from behind, hands resting on his chest. He sighs once more, this time in content, as he leans into your touch.

“Hey,” you kiss neck. “Thought you said you locked the door.”

“I did.” He turns around, still in your arms, and gently places his hands on your face as he kisses your nose. “Someone must’ve accidentally unlocked it when they were trying to grab onto something. Y’know, when they were getting fucked from behind.”

You chuckle. “Well, I’m sure that someone probably got sweet talked into getting fucked against the door.”

You break away from his arms after giving him a kiss, making your way back inside Levi’s bedroom, no doubt to get dressed for the meeting.

He stares at you as you walk, still naked and looking gorgeous. His face may be stoic but his heart was leaping, the gold ring on your left hand that matched his own glimmering in the light.

Your head peaks out from behind his bedroom door. “Round two before the meeting?” You ask cheekily.

Levi rolls his eyes as he makes his way to the bedroom as well, patting your bum as he passes by. “No. We’re already late.”

Eren clutches the pillow to his head, exhausted from the laps he’d done. He glances around the room, eyeing the tired faces of his comrades.

As punishment for invading your privacy, Captain Levi assigned them laps around the base until sundown plus two weeks of stable duty. As punishment for invading his privacy, Captain Levi deemed them unworthy of having their own private space and made the entire squadron bunk together in the small room beside his own. 

Well, the entire squadron except for the Captain himself, at least.

Eren was pretty sure the room they were made to sleep in indefinitely was supposed to be a supply closet of some kind, but it fitted enough bunk beds for the entire team and was deemed a worthy location to carry out the rest of their punishment.

“How long do we have to sleep here?” Sasha asked dreadfully, hands covering her ears in attempts to block out the noises coming from the other room. The sound of a squeaky mattress and a wooden bed slamming against the adjacent wall continued.

“Until we learn our lesson,” Jean quotes the Captain. He himself looked extremely tired but he wasn’t trying to cover his ears like the rest of them were, undoubtedly because he’d already given up on getting a good night’s rest if the bags underneath his eyes were anything to go by.

“I don’t even care how long we have to sleep here anymore.” Conny interjects tiredly. “I just want to know when they’ll ever stop.”

As if to prove his point, a moan is heard through the walls. The soldiers flinch, still not accustomed to the sound. Mikasa silently runs her hands through Eren’s hair to calm him down.

“They’ve been at it for hours,” Jean whispers in horror. “How much stamina do those two have?”

Armin sighs, the bags under his eyes feeling heavier by the second. “They’re elite soldiers who’ve trained for years. They have more stamina than all of us combined.”

The whole room heaves out a collective groan, finally accepting that they weren’t getting any sleep tonight. 

In the other room, Captain Levi bangs his fist against the shared wall. “Oi,” he calls out. “Shut up, you brats. We can hear you.”

Levi thrusts his hips, eyes glancing down at your pleasure-struck face as he grinds into you more. The action causes you to throw your head back and let out a desperate moan, finger nails scratch down his back. He grabs your hands to pin them to the sides of your head, leaning down to whisper “Not too harsh, darling. We don’t want you leaving marks now, do we?” He continues his pace, the bed’s wooden frame slamming against the wall as he once again speaks to his soldiers.

“We have thin walls, y’know.”

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if u saw me accidentally post this earlier no u didnt

this is a work of fiction. I do not condone real life teacher/student relationships.

A/n: this got kinda long bc i was having fun with it! :) also if u like lupin but hate snape I’d recommend reading the first portion of this blurb bc it’s purely lupin smutty fluff ;)

Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader x Severus Snape. Veritaserum, embarrassment, suggestive language/remarks/dirty talk, teacher/student relationship, light degradation, teasing. Hand kink just because.

You rush through the halls, careful to keep your mouth shut as you go, knowing if you were to open it the words that came out would be painfully truthful.

You finally make it to the DADA classroom, throwing the door open and quickly entering, spotting Professor Lupin sitting at his desk in his usual neutral toned suit. However now his top button is undone, his collar slightly askew, his tie loose around his neck, the man clearly not having expected any more visitors since classes ended two hours ago. He watches you enter with furrowed brows, obvious concern etched in his features at your frantic haste.

“Are you alright-“

“You look sexy” the words cut off his worried question before you quickly clamp your hand over your mouth, eyes wide. Remus stares at you, equally shocked, before giving a short laugh.

“Merlin, someone’s forward.” He quips, raising a brow at your promiscuity. Your hand drops from your mouth.

“Fred and George slipped veritaserum into my tea.” You explain, trying to ignore the heat rising to your cheeks. Remus clicks his tongue in understanding.

“Ahh, I see. You flatter me, my dear. I’m glad to know that’s how you truly feel.” He says with a grin. Your cheeks are burning by now, but you roll your eyes in response to his words.

“Are you going to help me, or not? I came here to get an antidote or something.” You grumble, crossing your arms. Remus nods as he rises to his feet.

“Yes, right, of course I’ll help. Come with me, we’ll fetch an antidote.” He offers, giving you a kind smile as he walks around his desk to you, then giving your shoulder a pat.

Your eyes flick down to his hand on you- his long, skilled fingers curled loosely around your shoulder- and to your chagrin you blurt out “I love your fingers.”

Remus chuckles and shakes his head in mock disappointment, saying “Gods, darling, are your thoughts always so filthy?”

“Yes.” You respond immediately, the serum forcing the words from your lips without your permission. Remus lets out another laugh.

“Right, okay. Let’s get that antidote in you, before you embarrass yourself any further by begging me to take you right now.” He quips, hand finding its spot between your shoulder blades to guide you towards the door.

“I’d like that.” Again, the words spill from your lips against your will.

“Shh” Remus chides, the sound shaking with a quiet laugh that comes out along with it.

He leads you through the halls, returning nods and smiles and waves to teachers and students he passes, you keeping your mouth clamped shut.

You eventually arrive at the potions classroom, Remus leading you right in. Professor Snape sits at his desk at the front of the room, greeting you both with a slightly raised brow, questioning your sudden entrance.

“Snape.” Remus greets cooly, tone flat.

“Lupin. Can I help you?” Snape returns in his usual monotone voice.

“Miss L/n here fell victim to a prank, and was given veritaserum. We’re in need of the antidote.” Remus explains. Snape nods wordlessly, standing from his chair and moving around his desk, waltzing by you to reach the cabinets against the wall of the classroom.

He retrieves a vial of liquid from one said cabinet before walking back over to you and Remus. Uncorking the vial, he gives the potion a swirl.

“Here, drink this. I will warn you, it does not taste pleasant. Please refrain from making sick on my floor.” Snape drawls flatly.

“No worries, I’d always swallow for you, sir.” You quip before you can stop yourself. Instantly panic floods your mind as you realize what you just said. Your eyes widen and your cheeks burn, your lips fall slack in shock. Remus is looking down at you with equal panic, and Snape himself looks stunned.

“You’d what?” Snape asks, tone low. Of course, you have no choice but to answer.

“I’d swallow for you, sir. I always swallow.” You repeat, burying your face in your hands in shame.

“Is that so?” Snape intones, which is far from the response you were expecting. He sounds almost... intrigued? You peek up from the safety of your hands, peering at his face, finding his brows raised in question.

“Yes.” You squeak out. The tiniest ghost of a smirk graces Snape’s lips.

“Hm. And I suppose Professor Lupin can attest to this? Considering how... close the two of you seem to be?” He adds, quirking a brow. You’re in complete shock now- struggling to process the continuous secrets being spilled from your lips as well as Snape’s obvious insinuation that he knows about you and Remus.

“Yes, he can.” You- or rather, the potion- responds. Remus- previously tense and rigid beside you, hand firm on your back- seems to relax, much to your bewilderment. He takes the vial from Severus, holding it out to you.

“Drink this, y/n.” He instructs, and you look up at him questioningly, confused by his calm reaction to the entire ordeal.

“We’ve heard quite enough of the truth, I think.” Remus says in response to your inquiring gaze. “Drink this, and make good to Snape on your word. Then perhaps he’ll let you swallow something else.”

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[shotorozu]

hellooo,, i saw another tiktok video(and since ur like the elite on writing this type of reqs im requesting to you aha) https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSJYsk4CY/ for shoto, kaminari and monoma (if u write for him) ty 💕

‘bae lol’

(the greenscreen heart, then kiss tiktok trend)

character(s) : todoroki shouto, kaminari denki, monoma neito (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] for monoma reader’s a part of class 1-A, they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specific

headcanon type : fluff (x reader)

note(s) : oh, i absolutely love AND hate this trend, it’s mostly bc im single though :,) not like i can get a partner in the pandemic. anyways! i love your thinking, anon <3 also no proofread bc its like,, 2am here </3 will edit later!

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todoroki shouto

he’s very aware of your tiktok antics, but out of all of the ones you’ve pulled on him, and asked him to do

he loves this one the most.

because shouto doesn’t have to get the lights scared out of him, and it doesn’t have a chance in ending terribly.

you brisk towards your room, knowing that shouto rests inside— “shou!” you call out to him, and he tilts his head up

“Y/N, tell me it’s not—”

“no, i swear!” you drop next to him on the bed, and you play the video. “this would be fun to do, right?”

he doesn’t say anything at first, but he definitely wants to do it, judging by the fact that he’s replaying the tiktok over and over again.

abruptly standing up, he tugs at your wrist “let’s do it.” he says with determination hinted in his voice

you’d think that he’d get the hang of doing tiktoks because of you but LMAO NO— the greenscreen failed you both multiple times in a span of 40 minutes.

the first take, the heart was blurry, the second take, the kiss was captured seconds before the kiss, and the third take— your phone fell 💀

plus, his movements were a little stiff the first few times, but after the third try— he definitely got the hang of it.

and,, he doesn’t understand tiktok effects, not even the slightest.

on the brighter note, he has more excuses to kiss you so,, it’s a win for him! he won’t get sick of doing any retakes :))

you knew the moment he focused on making the perfect heart, as he firmly pulled you close to kiss you

that, would be the perfect shot there. he almost forgot that there was a camera recording

shouto is seen replaying the filmed tiktok over and over again— and it might’ve looked odd to anyone else

but not to you, definitely. for you, it’s the norm to see him like that.

“do more trends where i could kiss you more.” he pecks you on the lips, before he leaves you be temporarily only to edit the tiktok, ofc

the tiktok itself blows up by a ton, gathering 2M likes, and 5M views, in a surprising amount of time, and you didn’t even notice how he placed his hand on your hip

until the comments pointed it out to him. which shouto replies with “i always do that. you just didn’t seem to notice.” it’s fine bc you do now

the comments consisted of “where can i find a guy like this 💔” “haha that’s so cool *blocks*” “okay but we sEE THOSE HANDS 👀”

nonetheless— please do more trends like that with him. don’t be afraid!

shouto rates the entire ordeal a ♾/10. can and will do it again. oh— and he saves his home and lockscreen as the final outcome from the tiktok. he did a screenshot it, and decides to keep it like that for a very long time

kaminari denki

again— this man is ALWAYS on tiktok, so he’s aware of most of the trends there. but that doesn’t make them any less scarier

but oh wow, he loves this trend. denki was just praying that you’d see it— and ask him to do it with you.

he was grateful that luck was on his side, since he was ecstatic when you skipped over to him— asking him to do a tiktok trend

“oh, what tiktok trend? wait— please tell me it doesn’t involve me breaking up with you for a week so you could listen to drivers licenses—”

“what? no— let me show you” and when you showed him the tiktok, he showed you this cheeky little smirk

“let’s do it! the sooner the better!” he says, and he seems more excited that you 💀

denki’s so enthusiastic, to the point that the first few takes are a total fail— as he makes you fall over your feet, as the result of quickly pulling you onto him for a kiss.

“denki— one of these days, you’re going to shatter my face”

“sorry, sorry!” he grins sheepishly. and it’s a miracle that he didn’t accidentally short circuit!

you guys try again, still persistent in getting at least a decent video, and this time— when he yanked you, causing you almost slip

he tightened his hold on you, a hand pressed against the small of your back and another hand dangerously close to your bank

the kiss is eager, passionate— and he holds you like you’re on the verge of death

and this flusters you because MAMDKWDK what happened to the goofiness 💀 i suppose that’s what happens when you have an eager denki kaminari.

you upload the video, thinking it would only get 5 likes at the very most— but it exceeds your expectations

though most people couldn’t get a clear view of your relationship dynamic with him, denki’s enthusiasm did attract the attention of 2.8M people

and in a good way, because the video did get 800k likes

the comments consisted of “when he caught you when you almost fell :,)” “damn he was EXCITED” “hey, have you told us where you got your boyfriend? i need the link to find someone like him NOW‼️‼️”

the bakusquad fawned over the video weirdly, but it quickly gets overplayed by denki— since that’s all he watched for a week or so 💀

monoma neito

bruh </3 as much as he loves you, you’re going to kill him with pranks one of these days.

he’s totally in on it if HE’S not the one being targeted, but most of the time,, neito’s the subject of your pranks

so he thinks it’s another silly prank, where you make him pick a number between 1-5 and ghost him for that many hours.

but when you show him the video one day, when you guys were chilling in your room— as per usual, he declined :,)

“sorry dear Y/N! but no. that’s my answer”

“but whyyy?? it’s so harmless!”

“the class is going to tease me for being a part with a silly tiktok like that.” and besides,, he’d be a hypocrite for participating in that kind of tiktok with someone from class 1-A.

in reality, he did want to do it. he wasn’t so sure on why he said no— but he does want to show that something so easy isn’t really a bother to him.

“oh- don’t be so sad about it! you know what?” he gently pulls you up, “let’s do it. i don’t care what those silly class 1-A kids will say anymore.”

“what? i thought you said you didn’t want to.”

“have you ever heard of a lie?” he clicks his tongue, but he’s glad that you’re feeling much better than you did 10 seconds ago.

when it comes to it, he’s actually really shy about it. not like a ‘i don’t want to be seen with you!’ more like ‘gosh, how many takes is this going to take? will i be able to kiss them properly?’

“what if i end up accidentally copying their quirk? neito— focus, damnit.” he thinks to himself, brushing the anxious feeling away.

he’s determined enough to stay focused— but man struggled a bit with cooperating with the heart shape.

“neito— not that heart!” “well, you said to make a heart, so i did!”

it takes a few tries for the greenscreen to cooperate, and for you guys to get in sync

and when he finally has to kiss you, he grins at you— a very obvious blush adorning his cheeks, as he smashes his lips with yours

then he remembers that he actually has to break free from you— and forces you guys apart, still trying to play it cool

“wow! i look awesome. only i could kiss you like that, right? i don’t need an answer, because i know it’s true!” he says with that proud laugh of his, but it immediately dissipates after the second replay

neito leaves you be, not only for you to upload the tiktok— but also because he needs to THINK WHAT JUST HAPPENED he’s running laps in his mind rn

you upload the tiktok, not worrying too much about it— as you wanted to let it sit for a while, before checking up on it

however— when you open your phone again, you get bombarded with multiple text messages from kendou, and the other class 1-b students.

“you and monoma went viral!” is what you can sum up about most of the messages, and you have to see for youself— wanting to know if the tiktok really did get 800k likes and 1.9M views in a short amount of time.

spoilers ‼️ — it did

the comments were mostly like “why can i smell the dynamic from a mile away 💔 i want that.” “he’s definitely annoying to everyone but you” “sHEESH the way he smirked before he kissed you 😩✋‼️‼️😔”

monoma flexes on a daily that he did that to your class— but he HATES how class 1-b wrecks havoc on him, by teasing him

in short— he does prefer this more than being scared. and! he didn’t have to verbally ask you for kisses 💀

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[mythiccheroacademia]

—lunch box

A/N: just another cute idea i had because i’m obsessed with barbarian/dragon king!bakugo and fantasy shit in general. some context: you and bakugo are betrothed—although, sometimes you wish you weren’t bc he can be a real asshole. luckily for you, he’s willing to work on it bc he likes loves you just that much. a litte angst (it wouldn’t be a mtha story without it) but it ends in fluff <3

Warnings: cursing

Your friends looked at their food with heart eyes and dug into the neatly wrapped box with fever.

“Ahh! Thank you for making this, Y/N!” one of them exclaimed. The other could only nod in agreement, too into your cooking to speak.

You smiled and waved them off. “It was nothing. Consider it a thank you for letting me copy the homework last night,” you chuckled.

“Did you cook one for Prince Bakugo? I’d imagine he’d love it! If there’s anyone’s cooking he loves more than his own, it’s yours!”

At the mention of his name, your expression fell. You looked down at the case of food you had prepared for him as an apology.

Four days ago, you two were hanging around his residence. You managed to get him to dance around with you. Well, it more like you were dancing and he was doing his best not to combust in embarrassment. Katsuki warned you that you shouldn’t be too reckless otherwise you’d break something.

Of course, you paid him no mind, too enthralled with your fun to notice your proximity to a nearby statue—one of the Bakugo family’s treasures.

One thing led to another, and you knocked it over, shattering it before either of you could even react. Your rich skin lost its glow and your boyfriend cursed something nasty.

Least to say, his parents were not happy. But instead of being rightfully scolded, Bakugo had taken the blame for it.

They found him attempting to clean it up and assumed it was his fault. You wanted to correct them, but he threw you a nasty glare, sealing your mouth shut. He was now under punishment until they deemed fit and from then on, he hadn't spoken a friendly word to you.

A little sigh escaped your lips. Your two friends looked at each other before offering you encouraging smiles.

“Hey,” one spoke, placing a hand on your knee. You met her gaze. “You should go give it to him. He’d love it.”

There was a moment of silence before you decided to act. Taking the spur of confidence, you stood up and briskly made your way to the other classroom. Just before you entered, you heard his voice and felt your heart waver with anxiousness.

However, now wasn’t the time to let doubt consume you. Things wouldn’t get better until something was done.

You took a deep breath, calming your nerves, before opening the door and walking in. Your eyes scanned the room and found the young dragon prince amongst his group of friends.

Jaw set, you walked over to them, hands firmly around the packaged food.

Kirishima saw you first and gave you a friendly wave.

“Hey Princess L/N!”

“Hi boys! How’re ya doing?” you politely asked, putting on your best smile.

They gave you an upbeat answer that lifted your spirits.

Despite that, you hadn't heard a response from Bakugo. In fact, he hadn't even looked at you—but you wouldn’t be disheartened. You fueled herself with faux confidence and held out the dish to your betrothed.

“I-I made you something small yesterday, as an apology,” you stuttered.

Katsuki finally looked up, indifference in his stare. Ruby eyes flickered down to the box filled with rice, chicken, vegetables, and a small pastry on the side. His favorite kind. For a moment, he seemed like considered your offer, but you suffered the low blow of humiliation when he turned away to look through the window.

“Thanks, but I’ve already eaten. Should’ve given it to me earlier.”

Something in your stomach fell. Crushing rejection blossomed up your throat with each passing second. His words were cold, harsh, and unforgiving. It might’ve been stupid, overdramatic even, but it hurt.

Heartbroken wasn’t even the word.

Your nose burned, eyes blurring before you could stop it. Your chest tightened with embarrassment. Luckily, you mustered enough strength to hold in whatever was threatening to crumble you.

“Oh,” you dumbly responded.

“I’ll take it!” Kaminari excitedly said.

“No, I will! I’m still starving!” Kirishima chided.

You placed the box down, struggling to keep up your act.

“Split it between the both of you. I hope it’s good!” You internally winced over how high your voice had become. “I’m gonna to get going now. I’ll see you guys after school, yeah?”

And before anything else was said, you bolted straight out of the room. You hadn’t bothered to look at Katsuki. Knowing him, he probably hadn't noticed the strain in your voice.

As soon as you were out of sight, the tears flooded. You held your hands against your mouth, desperate to muffle your cries. You quickly took you into the nearest bathroom and you prayed no one had seen you lest there be questions. If you went to your friends, it’d cause a commotion. Your parents would eventually find out and you didn’t want any more problems.

So, you cried your eyes raw and eventually willed yourself to stop when it was time to return to class.

…

The week had gone by without another interaction. The weekend brought you some relief since you wouldn’t be forced to see Katsuki’s face for the time being. Or so you thought.

All you wanted to do was run some errands for your parents and then go back home and continue sulking. Yet the universe would not let you rest.

The moment you caught Bakugo’s eyes, you pivoted on your heel and booked it the other way. You assumed his anger with you would force him to keep his distance.

But you were thoroughly surprised to find he was following after you.

“Y/N,” he called.

Irritation and hurt filled your chest. You only walked faster, clutching the purse against her chest.

“Y/N, stop,” he demanded to which you promptly ignored.

This went on for a good thirty seconds until Bakugo decided he had enough. Without much noise, he ran up to you, grabbing you by the shoulder.

You weren’t having it.

You harshly shrugged off his hand. “Don’t touch me,” you snapped, keeping your eyes forward.

“I need to talk to you,” Katsuki grumbled.

“Well I don’t want to talk to you. So maybe some other time.”

Truthfully, the crowned prince found himself shocked at your coldness. Despite your innate boldness, he wasn’t used to such an icy tone. Especially directed at him.

His father warned him to never attack in these situations, but Bakugo let his temper get the best of him. His first reaction was to frown and deal back harsher words.

“What’s your fucking problem, dumbass? When I say stop, stop!”

A spike of anger flooded your veins. You whirled around on your heel and glared at him with frosty eyes. You felt compelled to drop your papers and slap him, but instead, you settled for a finger in his face.

“First of all, I’m not some dog you can just order around, you jerk! And just because we’re betrothed doesn’t mean I’m some girl you can treat like dirt whenever you feel like it! Until you apologize, leave me alone because my only problem right now is you. Bye.”

And just as quickly as you came, you turned to leave.

Now Bakugo was actually stunned. Forget, cold, this was a side of you he hadn't ever experienced. Admittedly, he hadn’t been spoken to like that from anyone besides his mother—and she only got away with it because she was not only the queen…but he was his mom.

Katsuki honestly didn’t know how to handle it. It was only then that he concentrated back on his father’s advice. Whenever his mother was upset with his dad, his father would fight back, but never with emotional anger. Always with humbleness and an understanding tongue.

It usually did the trick considering his mother could never stay upset with him for more than a night. It always struck the teen with hidden awe. Sometimes, Katsuki thought his dad was an angel.

Bakugo was no angel, but he hoped it’d have the same affect on you.

The blonde teen softened his face and walked up behind you. He stopped you, wrapping his arms around your waist to lie his forehead against the decorated braids the fell down your back.

“Damn it. I’m sorry okay?” he lowly said, face burning from such a public display of affection. “Just hear me out.”

You didn’t speak and he clenched his jaw.

“Please.”

You inwardly cursed your rapidly beating heart. If it weren’t for how stupidly nice being in his arms was (he was definitely working out more), and the fact that you found him kinda cute begging for your permission, maybe you wouldn’t have caved in so easily.

For now, you’d blame it on the fact that you two were destined to wed. It was better to start dealing with fights now so, hopefully, the future held less of them.

You heaved a sigh, unwillingly ignoring your body’s urge to curl in his arms. Instead, you pulled away and turned to face him. You peered into unsure crimson eyes with as much harshness you could conjure.

“Fine. Speak,” you permitted.

There was a small pause as he gathered his thoughts. When he opened his mouth, you instantly regretted it.

“I’m still mad at you for being dumb and breaking one of family’s treasures. And I’m still fucking pissed that my old hag is on my ass about it,” he started and noticed how your eyes narrowed in contempt.

You were about to turn away, thinking this was a waste of time. However, Bakugo took a hold of your wrist before you could leave.

“Leave me alone! If you didn’t want to get in trouble, you should’ve just let me take the blame. I can't believe I thought you’d apologize—“

“Let me finish, princess.”

It was your title, yet you felt your stomach flip when it came from his lips. You refused to let it influence you…but you’d give him another chance.

Bakugo stepped closer to you. “I’m upset, but I took the punishment because I wanted to. You didn’t mean to break it. Accidents happen, I understand that.”

There was a pregnant pause. Then, you softened your gaze a bit, eyes still lit with inquiry. “Why? Why would you do that if it meant getting in trouble? I could’ve taken the blame just fine.”

“Y/N, you freak the fuck out whenever you don’t get a perfect score on an exam. You try not to mess up and when you do, it’s like the world is ending,” he explained with a teasing smirk. You ungracefully snorted. He had a point. “When you broke the vase, I could hear your heart drop. You were two seconds away from crying. And when I saw how scared you looked I just—I don’t know.”

The look on your face was something between shock, surprise, and wonder. You blinked, thick lips parting slightly in awe.

“Katsuki…” you breathed to which the boy heavily blushed. Realizing how sappy he sounded, his mind screamed at him to cut it out.

Bakugo looked down and noticed he was still holding your wrist. He quickly let go and instinctively rubbed the nape of his neck.

“D-don’t be dramatic. I just didn’t wanna see you moping around or some shit. My father said that it wasn’t that important anyway…the vase I mean,” he mumbled.

Sure it wasn’t, you thought. What were you gonna do with this boy?

You supposed an apology was a good start.

“That was very nice and admirable of you Katsuki. Thank you,” you eventually said. “I’m still really sorry about the vase, and for being mean to you just now.”

He shook his head. “I know, but I’m the one that should be apologizing. I ain’t hafta treat you the way I did. I was being an ass for not accepting the food you made for me earlier.”

“Yeah you were, ya bastard.”

He chuckled at that. “The two idiots wouldn’t stop raving over how good it was.”

“Well, I had the best teacher in the kingdom,” you grinned.

“And I had an even better student,” he winked.

Your smile widened. Maybe marrying him wouldn’t be so bad.

You couldn’t help yourself when you heartily embraced him, enjoying how his arms slowly slithered around the small of your back. Your eyes met and you kissed him on the lips, leaving him with a little gasp. You pulled away and giggled under your breath.

“You know, you're a sweet guy underneath all that false bravado.”

“False brav—what the hell are you going on about!?”

Ignoring his explosive behavior, you readjusted the straps on your shoulder before turning on your heel.

“Don’t bring anything for lunch on Monday, okay? I’ll see you later, blondie.”

Despite his little tantrum, Bakugo still watched you disappear into the store with a gentle expression. You gave him more headaches than he cared for, but you were worth it. Besides, he was sure you could say the same for him.

Bakugo turned to leave and passed his fingertips over where your lips touched his own.

He’d never admit to the giddiness in his chest. He’d take that shit to the grave.

[whosjunglejim4322]

Alpha!Hybrid Au, SMUT, PWP, soft dom Yuta bc ur his baby, bestfriend!to lovers, arguing, pussy eating, jealousy, BREEDING KINK, unprotected sex (pls wrap ur willy), monster cock agenda

He's in trouble. The huge, colossal, has to hang his head in shame type of trouble. The worst part is that, he doesn't really feel bad about it, that kid had it coming and - fuck, no, he shouldn't think like that. But he can't fight the instinct, as hard as he tries.

"I'm so sorry, I really am I-" he stutters, trying to find the right words as you stomp away from him towards your room, continuing your maddening silent treatment that he knows only means he's really fucked up.

"I shouldn't have done...that, I know, I know." His voice is strained, desperate in his feat to prove his sincerity. It's nearly impossible to describe its magnitude when he has yet to admit how he really feels about you. It makes the whole situation that much worse.

"You...you actually growled at him, Yuta. Mark Lee. He's a friend of mine, a good friend! And you-" you've finally turned to face him, kicking your shoes off and slinging them to the nearest corner, your anger a tangible force. "you nearly scared him half to death!" You scold, still shivering at the thought.

He looks like a puppy whos just been reprimanded, no pun intended. He allows you to push past him to the kitchen, following behind you with urgent footsteps and continuing his pleads of understanding. This is eating at him in more ways than one.

"I couldn't help it, you know that-" you scoff, interrupting him while you turn to meet his wide, guilt ridden gaze.

"Don't give me that alpha bullshit." You know it's a low blow, probably the lowest you could muster but you're just so damn annoyed. He doesn't know what it's like to be a human so close to such a guttural sound as the one he used to establish dominance earlier tonight. It's like being next to a hellcat, the roar of an engine that reverberates throughout every bone in your body.

You'd been so shocked, so embarrassed for Mark that you hadn't even registered the fact that it licked such a hot flame inside of you, furthering your outburst and only igniting feelings that you shouldn't be having in the first place.

Your unrequited feelings for your best friend probably just add fuel to the fire, considering you're mostly angry at yourself for the way your body actually had the nerve to like the prospect of Yuta being jealous. You should be embarrassed.

"Hey, that’s not fair," He practically whines, losing his sanity with each passing second. "I'm not lying when I say that I couldn't help it." You know he's telling the truth, and he knows that he couldn't have fought it off even he wanted to.

He could smell Mark's change in scent whenever you laughed at one of his jokes, could see the way his eyes would linger on you whenever he thought no one could tell. It came to a head when the human boy actually had the audacity to slip an arm around you while in one of his laughing fits. The feeling was like a dam bursting, hot lava through his veins pushing the sound from within his chest.

You rip open the door of the fridge in search for a bottle of water, and he waits for your response, his heart pounding in his ears like thunder.

"He'll probably run for the hills next time he sees us, if he even wants to talk to me again at all considering the stunt you pulled-"

"Why is that such a bad thing?!" The words spill from his mouth like he hasn't got a choice, the truth so close to trickling off of his tongue. "He clearly has such an obvious, nauseating crush on you and actually thought he was being oblivious - he wanted his scent on you."

Yuta takes a step back, shoving his slim fingers into his raven hair before rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes, frustrated. Your heart suddenly thuds at an uneven pace in your chest, belly flipping wildly with a mixture of emotions.

Without even having to think about it you're stepping closer towards his trembling figure. He's got his fists clenched and you know his nails are likely digging into his palm, a habit formed from nervousness, or other emotions when they become too overwhelming for him.

"What are you even talking about, He doesn't-"

"Yes he does, I would know what it's like firsthand," surprisingly the words are easier to say than he previously thought, cathartic from the way he's held them in for so long. It's like once he starts he can't stop.

Your jaw has gone slack, body sweltering as you stare at him from a few feet away. He looks like he's holding on to the edge of ration, trying so desperately not to scare you away.

"I can barely think straight when I'm around you, it drives me crazy and that human - he was practically glowing from your presence alone and I couldn't stand it I- he doesn't even know what it's like to love you."

You feel like the wind has been knocked out of you, feet planted steady on the ground but somehow you feel like you're spinning. Your body feels like it's been lit like a live wire, his utter vulnerability and the sheer magnitude of the feelings swarming in his warm irises, spearing heat through your lower abdomen.

He looks pained, suddenly. More so than before and the need to reach out and touch him, to do something to soothe the agonized furrow between his sharp brows, feels borderline unbearable.

"I should go - fuck, I'm so sorry I'll leave I never should have even come tonight."

He's backing away further, nails still digging into the meat of his palms when your feet finally unthaw from shock, moving towards him before he can twist the doorknob.

It's like placing your hand on a heater, the temperature almost scalding. He's still shaking like a leaf in autumn, his breaths ragged and skin glossy.

He's still flinched away from you, as if scared to so much as glance up at you, and it feels like your chest is being cracked open.

"Don't leave, stop, okay?" The break in your voice catches his attention and suddenly his eyes are boring into yours, low and dark, riddled with too many emotions at once.

Your hands are suddenly grabbing his, much cooler than his scorching skin as you uncurl his fists. The crescent moons are already healing.

"You don't have to be sorry, I haven't been honest with you and I - I love you, too." You speak softly, bashfully almost as you pull him closer, stroking his cheek with the back of your knuckles. He feels as though he might combust.

"You...you do? Really?" He's dumbfounded, shaken from his core in a way that has him trembling in a different way all together. He steps closer and you can feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek, the heat radiating off of him in waves.

You reach out, moving his dark, disheveled hair from in front of his eyes, chills rising from your skin as he leans into your touch. He looks dazed, lost in everything you say. He's so beautiful up close, golden and silky and glowing. You squeeze your thighs together.

You don't miss the way he glances from your lips and back to your eyes, nostrils flared slightly as you nod back at him. You even forget how easy it is for him to sense your emotions, to know exactly what it is you're feeling.

"Say it again." The timbre of his voice has lowered substantially and it has your knees weak as you grasp onto his sturdy shoulders, his pink tongue darting out to wet his unfairly plump lips. You're the one with the fever now.

"I love you, Yuta. I love you."

He groans.

"Oblivious, so oblivious. Don't even know how fucked you have me, do you?" His hot fingertips graze the side of your neck and you press your chest against his, the surface of your lips barely skimming past one another, noses touching.

Finally, with a fleeting permissive gaze into your eyes, he closes the space, giving air to your lungs and dousing gasoline on the blaze.

All at once he's crashing against you, soft mouth feverish in the way he suckles your bottom lip, wet tongue lapping into your mouth. He swallows your petulant whine, shoving you as gently as he can against the kitchen counter, needing to keep you steady against something.

Your fingers grip handfuls of his hair as your pelvises meet, rubbing against the other with a roll of your hips. It's like a magnetic force, stronger than anything either of you has ever felt.

"Please, please." He begs sweetly. your hardened nipples rubbing him through his thin tee shirt, thigh suddenly hiked up around his narrow hips. You don't even have to ask what it is he wants, ready for any and everything he offers. It's like nothing else, kissing him like this, hearing the product of your effect on him. Your fantasies could never do him justice.

"Yes, Yuta." You reply through the desperate kisses he presses to your mouth, his forehead against yours, one hand locked at the nape of your neck. A sound a bit less menacing than the one that started this whole ordeal in the first place, vibrates through his chest and he's all too aware of the way it sends a satisfied tremor through your body.

"I've dreamt of this," he strains, as three dexterous fingers slip into the waistband of your bottoms, yanking them down at inhuman speed. Your gasp is against his cheek, before he's gone suddenly.

Not gone, in between your legs. You look down when you feel a hot puff of breath against the soiled patch in your underwear.

"so many nights I would cum to the thought of you, just so I could come over and not make a fool out of myself. Fuck, you have no idea."

His admittance has your thighs wavering as he pulls them apart, marveling at your clothed sex and running the tip of his slim index finger over your covered slit. He keeps you steady by the back of your knees.

He gazes up at you through the thick of his lashes, eyes topaz and thick with fog from the way your arousal has gotten him worked up. You can't believe this is actually happening.

"I- I do have an idea." He keeps his eyes on you while he mouths the innermost skin of your thighs, the feeling warm and ticklish, causing a whimper to fall from your lips.

"Tell me, baby, go ahead." Fuck, he still sounds so sweet despite the pure desire dripping from his tone. It's need in the rawest form. His teeth nip at your skin, softly, and it pushes the words from within tour throat.

"I've touched myself so many nights- to the thought of you and - ohhh, mmm," You throw your head back, muscles twitching as he places his mouth over the wet spot in your underwear, licking and sucking as if to torture himself. You feel the faintest prick of his nails against the back of your thighs before the feeling disappears, most likely him trying to stay centered.

"Yuta, please." You reach down, pushing his dark muss of hair away from his forehead, being driven mad by the way he's mouthing your pussy through such a thin layer of fabric. He's tempted to hear you beg some more, the sound unbearably sweet.

But he's too hungry for you to not only deny your pleasure, but also to deprive himself of such a delicacy. He all but rips the flimsy fabric from your lower half, lips parting with unbridled appetency from being so close to the sweetest source of honey.

He can't find it in himself to tease anymore, succumbing to his all consuming desire before you can gasp for the second time tonight.

It's heat, seering and wet and sloppy with the way he takes your clit into his mouth. The sounds are so raunchy, he's practically cooing against your sex while his thick pink tongue comes out to lap at your entrance.

If he weren't holding you up by the backs of your thighs you would have fallen straight to the floor by now, entire body fizzling with a burn that melts you to his touch.

"Mmm." He hums against your slit, dark lashes fanning against the highs of his cheekbones as he closes his eyes in bliss - nose pressed against your mound as while shakes his head back and forth. His plump lips - lips you've dreamt of being right where they are now, on your most sensitive of parts - suckle your folds before circling your swollen bud with the tip of his pink muscle. His wild hair tickles the inside of your thighs.

He's practically bursting from his jeans but he channels that energy elsewhere, cock throbbing angrily at it's neglect but he's too focused to care. He's wanted this for so long, never thought it possible. He always knew you smelled different around him, sweeter. He's not dumb. He knows the effect he has on you.

But now that he's sure, it's a whole different experience. You're dripping, barely able to hold yourself up as he eats you like a man starved. He kisses you as passionately as he did earlier, these lips just as soft and addicting as your others.

He takes his index and ring finger, spreading you open and licking at you with deliberate, indulgent stripes. The sight is too much to even witness, your best friend, your Yuta, heartbreakingly beautiful as he's always been. Except this time he's eating you out in the middle of your kitchen.

"Y-Yuta m'gonna - oohhh, fuck." He doesn't take this as a warning, he takes it as a challenge. You're not sure you can handle anymore, body on overdrive, spilling over with pheromones. This makes him all the more hungry, all the more enthusiastic.

After all, that is your bestfriend. Always going the extra mile for you, always there when you need him. His eyes open and he's peering up at you like you're the sun, strong hands wrapping around your soft hips and rocking your hips against his mouth.

You can all but read his expression, the urgency in which he wants you to fall apart. He coerces you with his penetrating gaze, and you wonder how you've held out from cumming this long.

All at once it hits you, a stroke of his skilled tongue while he moves you against it, making up for your lack of strength. The sound he lets out is close to a whimper, forcing your thighs open when they threaten to close around his head.

It's like having every single one of your nerve endings doused in pure euphoria, it fills you like a balloon and bursts into a thousand sparks. You're almost afraid he's not going to stop, that he's gonna lick you raw until he's kissing you again.

Your eyes are still closed shut from the magnitude of your orgasm, the taste of yourself suddenly on your tongue as his lips move against yours. Despite your state, you're quick to respond, spent but not completely satiated. Not when you know that this is really happening, that the line has already been crossed and more than that - he actually loves you back.

He's still holding you steady when your shaky hands paw at the waistband of his jeans, missing and stroking the firm appendage that's bulging out to the right.

He convulses, lurching against you before you're wrapped around his waist, being carried into another room you suppose but it doesn't take very long. Your back hits a bed and you realize he's carried you to your room.

So many nights spent with him here, binging countless shows that are really only entertaining because he's there to watch them with you, him letting you play with his hair and styling it every which way when you're bored and have nothing else to do.

But even bad nights as well. Nights where everything in the world felt so overwhelming, crying in his arms seemed like the only thing that could give you some sort of release. And he'd always be there, waiting and ready for you no matter what mood the day might have put you in.

You arch against him when he begins to mark your neck, right over your carotid artery, moving to the sensitive skin under your ear. You suddenly feel very alone in your nakedness and your patience is wearing thin, your eagerness to see him in all of his glory an emotion that you hadn't realized was so strong.

His chuckle is warm and familiar in your ear, his smile bright and provoking a strange surge of urgency to move through you when he hooks his finger onto the hem of his shirt and pulls it from his body.

You almost want to yell at him, to curse him for ever holding out on you this long. You've seen him shirtless before, he's spent the night and showered at your place plenty. It's just that, now, it's different. Completely different. And you're grateful for the way he allows you to marvel openly.

He's panting while your palms are placed on the lean, tanned planes of his body. From his shoulders to his chest down over his sides, you wish you could kiss every inch of him.

It's when your fingers pass the fine dark hair just under his navel that your eyes finally land upon the intimidating hard on he's sporting, his stare heavy as you go to to undo his button.

He helps you in pushing them down his thighs, before he places his forearms on either side of you, caging you against him while he kicks the garment off. Your hands wander any expanse of his brilliant skin as they can reach, and you know that he's basking in it.

Especially the way you breathe his name when his clothed cock nudges your naked center, reminding you that this is really happening and that he's going to be inside of you.

It's thrill, swirling in your belly, and as potent as pure adrenaline when your curiosity and desire overpowers your nerves and you cup him through his underwear. Your expression gives away your exact thoughts, the unabashed surprise and wonder at feeling him like this.

His eyes seem to darken even more, if possible, as he tongues the inside of his cheek, smug.

"You want it bad, don't you?" He taunts, this side of him making you feel whiny in the best of ways. It causes you to pulse around nothing, the way he peers down at you with such a cocky, avaricious expression.

"Yes, Yuta I want it bad," you wrap your arms around his neck, playing with the soft hairs there as you pull him down to your mouth. "Please fuck me, please."

He grunts, his hand cupping your jaw one second and gone the next. You feel his knuckles graze your pelvis between your bodies, and you realize he's taking his underwear off, the butterflies suddenly in your throat.

You feel it before you see it, bare and naked against you, that is.

It's big. Bigger than you expected, and you already suspected that with confidence like his, it was generous in size. He drags it through your folds, hugged between the softness of your lips, nose nudging your jaw.

"You're so beautiful....m'so lucky baby, so so lucky." He pants, your thighs tight around his torso, heels digging into his lower back. Your cheek is pressed against his hair and the scent of his shampoo calms your raging pulse, your heart is surely giving away just how much this is affecting you.

The tip of his dick grazes your entrance and you throb, bucking up against him in a manner that causes him to groan, further grinding his hips against you and allowing just the head to begin pushing into you - the easier portion of him to take at first - before he suddenly stills.

"Condom, fuck I didn't even think-"

You interrupt his pained admittance, the words spilling from your mouth before he can even finish, your senses overpowered.

"It's okay, just fuck me raw."

This has his body convulsing again, a guttural sound reverberating in his throat as one hand suddenly cups your face, like its as breakable as fine china and as delicate as a honeysuckle. The expression on his beautiful face has you pushing up against the head of his dick again, his jaw tight.

"Don't just say that, please," He fights back the urge to plunge into you all at once, honey eyes locked onto your half lidded gaze as you writhe underneath him. "such a dirty fuckin' mouth, do you really mean that, darling?"

You're nodding fervently but he needs an answer.

"Yes, I mean it I really mean it, Yuta." You whimper, and its the confirmation he needs to continue. Slowly but surely - only as to not hurt you - he's sliding into you, and the stretch is more overwhelming than you thought it'd be, nails digging into his skin.

He watches your expression the entire time, thumb stroking your face and lips kissing the swell of your cheek.

When he's finally bottomed out, the fullness makes it hard to move, though it's not much of a setback when he's being so caring and attentive, prepared to make you feel good.

"Are y-you okay? Does it hurt?" He stutters, expression laced with genuine concern as he swallows. You don't even pretend not to stare at his neck, his chest.

"Just...it's just a lot, you're so big," He stifles a gruff sound in the crook of your neck, your hand rubbing up and down the hot expanse of his smooth back. The discomfort doesn't last long when you're here with him like this. "you can move Yuta, move."

You don't mean to sound so pressing but your body feels touch starved, like you want more and more and more. That desire is fulfilled when he begins to drag himself out of you before pushing back in, clamping his teeth into his bottom lip as he does so.

He's not slow for very long though, not by a long shot. In between making out he's on his haunches, looking down at the sight before him, taking in the squelch of your wetness around his thick cock while you paw at his waist.

It's different, so different and so good. You're all but shell shocked, mouth agape while he rolls his hips into you. Every time he thrusts back into you you’re jolted, squeaking due the depths he's managing to hit.

"Oh baby, you're taking it so well. Knew you would, always knew you would." He's breathless, gripping onto your hips with fervour, kissing you sloppily.

Everything feels so vibrant with him, so visceral. You're barely able to speak coherently, and it's causing a stir within his belly that threatens to burst. You claw at his waist when he thrusts at a particular angle and you keen against him.

"Ooohhh,Yuta Yuta Yuta." You coo, face suddenly covered by your own hands as you feel tears welling in your eyes from the way his bulbous tip massages that spongey spot deep inside of you.

Between just a breath, you're on your stomach, the absence of his dick leaving you feeling all to empty just for a second, before he's plunging back inside.

You fist the sheets while you rock back against him, the sounds leaving his throat deep and resonant. You're not propped all the way up, he knows it might be too much for you like that right now but it's enough. Enough for the dirtiest thoughts and needs to boil inside his blood, to spill from his mouth. Like he can't even help it.

"Mmm, wanna fill you with my cum like this, have you dripping with it. Bet you'd look s-so pretty, fuck." He's dissapearing inside of you at a faster pace and you go limp, his strength too much to try and keep up with along with the fact that his admittance is leaving you even more fucked out than you were before.

"Y-Yes, want you to fill me up Yuta. Oohh!" You're sure his fingertips will leave bruises but you're too gone to think about it, not when he's suddenly got a hand around the back of your neck, front pressed against your back while he pumps himself into you.

"Yeah? Bet you'd like that, walking around being stuffed full. I want you all - shit - all to myself, get you big and swollen." He shudders against your neck when a ripple of pleasure has him momentarily reeling, pace sloppy and fierce. You're gripping onto the sheets for dear life.

"Fill me up, I want you to give me your babies. Want you and only you."

This provokes something inside of him that he hadn't ever thought really existed, at least not when it came to how he would feel in this particular situation. It's a carnal feeling, seeping down his spine and into his hips and has him pistoling into you too fast-

He keeps going as thick ropes of his cum fill you up, more abundantly than you thought possible. You can feel it, the warmth in your insides and even as it trickles out and down the back of your thighs. He kisses the cheek that isn't pressed against the mattress, still groaning while he pumps it into you.

And he doesn't stop.

His dick is still rock hard, covered in his release and your arousal alike and the glide is like silk, the sound loud and invasive and perfect. You're reaching back now, carding your hands through his hair and he senses your need to touch him.

Once again, it's a blur before you realize the position has changed. You're on top of him and his knees are locked underneath you, heels raised on the mattress while he takes you like this from below.

You openly adore him for a second, like this. He's glowing in his post orgasm state, ethereal in all forms. His broad lips are pursed, slightly parted and kiss bitten to a pretty plum shade. His high cheeks match, and his hazy eyes stare up at you with all the admiration in the world.

"You like when I fuck my cum into you like this baby? Gonna make an even bigger mess for me?" He says it so sweetly you feel like you might cry, everything far too much for a moment while you bury your face in the safety of his neck, the scent of his skin sweet and familiar.

All you can do is whine really, the wanton sound pathetic and weak and adorable in every sense. He wants to give you the world more, the moon and stars.

"That's it baby, I got you. You can let go for me, my sweet girl. Bet your little pussy just wants to cum so bad."

His strong arms wrap around your body and cage you to his figure when the pleasure finally overflows, wracking your body like an earthquake and leaving you unable to do anything other than bear it.

He kisses the side of your head, makes sure to circle his hips while you pant his name over and over in his ear, pussy clenching around him and fluttering wildly. He can hardly believe he's actually just gotten to make you fall apart, that he is the one who has you nearly in tears against his chest with his cock buried to the hilt inside of you.

He doesn't dare move. Even after a few minutes, you're still shaking and twitching, and he holds you all the while. It's more than perfect, it's everything. That might be dramatic for some but for him, for you, it's like finally coming home.

Because, it's been so long. So long since the moment you two first met, and since you realized that this person was not someone you could live without. For so long, it felt impossible to admit your feelings.

The risk of losing each other was too great, excruciating even.

But now that you're together, in the purest form there is, connected in the most intimate of ways, and he wishes that he would have told you sooner. You both do.

Never again. You'll never slip through each others fingers, ever again.

[lunaslovelyrambles]

It's canon that Levi is very self conscious about his handwriting since he came from Underground. BUT it's also canon that his handwriting is neat. So how about Levi writing his crush a letter but then decides not to give the letter last minute but too late! His crush saw the letter in his hand and they basically have a tug of war over the letter 💀 I hope this is okay. Thank you ❤️

of course it’s okay!! sorry for the long ass wait.. but thank you for sending this in! it’s such a cute request :)

went w a scenario bc i’m rusty with them! as always feedback + reblogs are appreciated :3

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levi ackerman

He was screwed, wasn’t he? Yeah, he was totally, and wholeheartedly screwed. The second he felt the wavering in his heart and fluttering in his stomach he knew he was screwed.

Because Levi Ackerman - Humanity’s Strongest Soldier - has a crush.

Levi wasn’t one to focus too heavily on his emotions. Oftentimes he’d dismiss any unusual feelings without any second thought. He didn’t have time for that: any sappy, mushy feelings. He was a soldier first and foremost. That was his duty, and that was his priority above all. He should focus on the fight for humanity and that solely.

So why, why was he so hellbent on getting your attention?

Because he liked you, that’s why. But he didn’t want to admit it. He could die at any second and so could you. Like hell he’d want to form a relationship under those conditions.

Still, pushing his feelings toward you aside didn’t help in the slightest. Every day as he watched you laugh with some of the other cadets he felt his hand clench around his cup. He wanted to sit by your side, hear your beautiful laughs and be with you goddamnit.

Why was this so hard? Why was liking someone romantically so hard?

These thoughts permeated his mind as he stared at his paperwork. His pen had been sitting on the table for quite a while now as he thought, once again, about you. He had long forgotten about what he needed to get done for the night and was purely lost in his thoughts.

Should he tell you? No- what if you rejected him? He’d be crushed and not only that but things would be awkward then.. but what if you said yes? Then he could finally get this off his chest and-

He groaned heavily as he laid his head on his desk, causing some of the papers to crinkle underneath. He couldn’t stop the thoughts from growing louder and louder in his mind. They were all too loud and distracting for him to do anything.

But he couldn’t just go and confess! That wasn’t the kind of person he was! He wasn’t the type to just do something like that.. To him, it was way too embarrassing.

As he laid with his head on his desk an idea suddenly entered his mind. One that would save him some embarrassment while also conveying his feelings perfectly. Well, less embarrassing than directly confessing that is.

A letter.

He could write you a letter. The perfect way to confess his feelings. He could write exactly what he wanted and completely avoid the awkwardness of him telling you. It was only an added plus thay writing a letter was seen as sweet and romantic to most people.

Levi finally picked up his pen and started writing on a new, clean sheet of paper.

-x-

It had been several days since he initially came up with the idea to write you a letter and Levi still hadn’t written one that he liked.

Several balled up sheets of paper could be found stacked in his garbage can, and even more burned in the fireplace.

For some reason he just couldn’t get the wording right. Every time he wrote it it just didn’t seem... right. It didn’t feel good enough, it was too blunt, it was too wordy. Every draft he was just unhappy with. And he kept trying only to be continuously dissatisfied.

He sighed as he set his pen down another time. He looked at the singular sheet of paper and began to reread it.

“Dear (Y/N),

I just wanted to say that - ”

“Whatcha got there?”

Levi nearly fell out of his seat. Standing in the doorway was none other than you. And you were very curious to know what he was holding. For a split second he thought about balling it up and chucking it at you, but his body reacted quicker and shoved it into his desk drawer.

“Why didn’t you knock? Didn’t you learn any manners?” he quickly retorted, but he was still caught off guard by your entry thus causing his words to come out quicker than he would have liked.

You rose an eyebrow and walked further into the room, closing the door behind you.

“I did. Several times actually,” you responded, “What was that paper you shoved into your drawer?”

He swallowed thickly. It would be hard for him to maneuver his way out of this one.

“Why are you here? Do you have something to report?”

“...no. But you haven’t really been out of your office all day. Now answer my question.” As you spoke you inched closer to his desk before standing on the side - the one closest to the drawer with the paper in it.

He didn’t answer. Shit. You were not gonna let this go.

He half expected you to keep harassing him with questions until he either forced you out or gave in. But you chose a third option, which was one he wasn’t expecting.

Which was shoving yourself between him in the drawer, effectively blocking him as you grabbed the letter out. Luckily for him, he regained some sort of mind to fight with you for the paper as it left the drawer.

You tugged on one end and he grabbed the other, neither of you showing any sign of letting go. He really started to begin to regret training you to be so strong.

As he gave one harsh tug, and you doing the same, the letter finally ripped in half from the tension. He had the top half and you had the bottom.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Do you always go through other people’s stuff without permission?” he looked down at the paper and back up at you. Naturally he was angry with you for taking out the letter without asking, but when he looked up at you his anger slowly dissipated.

Your mouth was slightly parted and your cheeks were slowly heating up as you finished the letter. Your eyes then flickered from the letter up to him. You turned around the letter to face him and pointed at the words on the bottom.

“I really like you, (Y/N), and I’d love to go out with you sometime.”

“Is this... for me?” you softly asked. His mouth formed a thin line as he avoided your gaze, his cheeks now dusted with a faint pink. There was no way he could say no, it wasn’t for you, because your name was literally on the note.

He was beyond embarrassed. He was mortified. His feelings were out in the open now and there was no going back.

Just as he was about to leave the room to avoid the uncomfortable sting of rejection, he heard you giggle. The noise made him glare back at you, and it was that that made you full on laugh.

Now he really felt humiliated.

“I just can’t believe that you fought me tug of war style for this,” your laughing died down a little, “Did you convince yourself that hard that I’d reject you?”

Levi didn’t know what to think anymore.

“I mean.. kind of, yeah,” he still spoke softly, still not looking at you.

“You’d be wrong, then.”

He finally stopped looking at the floor and back at you. You were smiling at him, a big toothy smile and one that he loved seeing every day.

“I thought that letter was, like, you kicking me off your squad. So I thought ‘hey I’ll bite the bullet and take it out even if he’ll hate me for it’ or something I don’t know. I’m sorry for going through your stuff-”

Before you could finish your apology Levi had uncharacteristically pulled you into his chest. He had felt like someone crushed a building on him when you stole that letter out but now? He feels like he just got the best night sleep.

“Don’t. Don’t even worry about it. I’m.. glad you took it. It’s okay,” he smiled into your shoulder as you returned the hug.

Maybe he’ll write you letters more often.

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