#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

[glossysoap]

thanks for the tip ; 141 camgirl au

tags: poly 141 x reader, camgirl reader, afab reader, use of fem anatomy, smut.

note: this isn’t as official bc it’s a drabble/rambling of a future fic idea.

🏷️: @warenai @viylikescats @cassiecasluciluce @divine--serenity @sunnynomoar @lilpothoscuttings @jumbojazzcats93 @krakenbabe @lordlydragon

you’re their hacker. so you’re not actively in combat, but more behind the scenes gathering intel while they’re in combat. that leaves you with plenty of privacy and more free time than the boys. and you enjoy your sexuality. you own it!

so you become a camgirl. you make sure to maintain anonymity of course, by wearing a mask and using a voice changer. and because you’re a hacker, you made sure that no one could track your IP address and find out you worked on base.

imagine the boys are looking to blow off steam. with one hand on their cock and the other on the computer mouse, they started skimming the camgirl site. until they saw a picture of a live. they clicked on it, and their breath hitches. it’s a girl sitting on her bed, legs spread open and dildo fucking her soaking wet pussy. her moans were loud and desperate, in tandem with the wet sounds.

your head is thrown back in pleasure and your hips buck against your toy, as your hand pumps it in and out. you were wearing a mask so they couldn’t see that it was you. and they’ve never heard you moan so they didn’t know that was you.

but they kept finding themselves coming back to your lives, watching you squirt around your toys or your fingers with a cry of pleasure. white ropes of cum would spurt from their cocks as they watch the anonymous girl on the screen squirting. squirting on the toy that they so desperately wished was their own cock.

your subscribers had the opportunity to send in requests, with tips of course. and the boys took full advantage of that. all with throwaway accounts, of course.

ghost would ask you to wear a skeleton mask. or he might even send you old skeleton gloves of his to wear while you fucked yourself on your fingers. he could feel himself getting hard at the thought of his favorite camgirl squirting on the exact gloves he wore.

soap would ask for you to moan for him, moan his name. he was lucky that johnny was a common name. “johnny, please! i need to cum, please please please!” hearing you moan his name while you squeezed around your thick dildo? just about made him cum himself.

gaz would ask for you to call him sir while you came. maybe even throwing in his name every once in a while. again, he was lucky that kyle was such a common name. hearing you cry, “please let me cum, sir! pleasepleaseplease kyle!” is what pushes him to his own orgasm.

now PRICE? he would make you beg to cum. make you call him captain. “please please please captain! please let me cum on your cock!” then after he finally let you cum, he would tip you over and over. requesting an orgasm for each tip. so you would be forced to squirt on your dildo for the captain, over and over.

they would watch you for a month or so before they noticed a small detail. well, small for anyone but big for them. because that small detail was a birthmark on your wrist. that they saw whenever you pushed the dildo into your cunt over and over, or whenever you pumped three fingers in.

it was also the same birthmark they saw whenever they watched you type on your computer, searching for intel.

©️ glossysoap 2024. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.

[norrizzandpia]

i think this would suit lando but you being down and lando comes over later at night and takes you the park like two little kids, i can just imagine lando being a big kid at the park lmao

I’m going to need someone to love me like the fictional lando i write abt 24/7

We Can Be Kids For Right Now (LN4)

Summary: When her week has tried to suffocate her, Lando turns up at her door and forces her to remember just how worthy she truly is.

Warnings: mentions of heavy anxiety attacks, anxiety in general, language

Note: a draft bc im wrecked rn from this trip im on im so tried lol… I hate that I have to start saying this but I do not condone the reposting of my work without proper crediting or permission. If you wish to post my works elsewhere, it needs to be ran by me first by messages over Tumblr. If found that you have taken my works without my knowledge, I will report you and get my posts taken down from your blog.

Y/n never truly realized she did it until Lando, but when the man started to get close to her, he brought it to her attention that she so easily isolated herself when she started struggling. Even the smallest inconvenience and she shut down, something that irritated the hell out of Lando. Nevertheless, he loved her and the way she dealt with her emotions was something he knew she just needed to work on.

However, the problem they couldn’t get past was her ability to tell him when she was struggling. There were only so many times when he could see it written all over her face.

His comments urging her to open up to him when she was having a hard time dealing with it on her own bounced around in her head as she clutched her phone in her hands, his contact picture brightening her screen. His smile beamed back at her, almost coaxing her into tapping the call button, but her thumb hesitated. It wasn’t that she was afraid of telling him, it was that she was uncomfortable with her own emotions. Uncomfortable of leaning into them. Growing up, she was never given that ability, her parents not having the full capacity to address them head on. She never thought it truly affected her until Lando. She started realizing that he never gave her a problem to be scared, but she still was.

Her thumb had a mind of its own, though. Thankfully. And the ringing tone met her ears before she could even know what was happening. His picking up happened before she could even begin to think about hanging up the phone.

“Baby!” His cheery voice rang through the quiet room and warmed her tender heart. “What’s up? Why are you up so late? Do you want a sweet treat again?” He giggled, his TV pausing in the background.

She was silent. Her mind raced as she tried to make the split second decision of telling him or not. Though, in her silence, he began formulating an answer.

“Y/n…” He whispered, blankets rustling as she imagined him sitting up on his couch.

“Lan,” She said brokenly, albeit with an effort of trying to sound strong.

Keys rustling and his rushed, “I’m on my way, baby,” were her response.

—

Lando knew where the spare key was. It was one of the first things he asked the location of after they first said I love you. Y/n would always laugh at that memory. What she was expecting after the three words were shared was a small kiss or a hug maybe, but no, he had asked her where her spare key was. When she showed him and he very clearly took a mental note of it, she asked him what was so important about it.

“I’m your boyfriend and we’re in love. I should know where the spare key is, baby.” He had said to her so nonchalantly, as if it was societally normal to have that thought process. She just shook her head at him and took the kiss she wanted for herself. He wasn’t going to do it anyway, too entranced in the image of her spare key under her doormat. He was shenanigans bundled into one person. She loved it.

His rapping on the door pulled her from her memories. She drudged over, taking a deep breath before opening the door. He stood there in his pajamas, puffer coat thrown over haphazardly, and stared at her sympathetically. He shuffled in, arm rounding around her shoulders as he kissed her head, “Hard day?”

She sighed, “Hard week.”

He led her to the couch. The layout of her apartment was memorized in his head. “What happened?”

“I just-” She picked at her fingernails and the anxiety she usually felt when Lando asked about her worries began bubbling up. Maybe it was growth, but she thought he’s already here, isn’t he? Might as well lean on him.

So, she did. Literally and figuratively.

Lando squeezed her body as her side laid on his and she started reliving the low moments of the past few days. “Everything has gone wrong this week. I just can’t seem to win and I can’t make anyone happy.”

Tears filled her eyes and a frown appeared on her face. She cried into his shoulder when he pushed her body further into it.

Lando sat with her for a moment, rubbing her back. “That’s not true, Y/n. You make a lot of people happy. You make me really happy.”

For some reason, his comment shot fear through her body and she pulled from him. Her eyes looked anywhere other than his and the irrational idea of an expectation Lando had set for her that she did not believe in herself to meet took control of whatever plan she had to open up to him.

Lando saw it in her eyes, how distant they got. He knew this was bound to happen. It had been too easy. She had opened up to him without that much restraint and he expected a moment to come where her walls rebuilt themselves.

He just wanted her to let him in.

His hands took her face, “You deserve me. You will not let me down. You could never let me down.” He said, knowing exactly what was running through her mind.

“Y/n, look at me.” He tilted his head to meet her eyes and forced her to keep his stare, “I love you. That will never change.”

She cried harder, “I can’t even open up to you, Lan. I’m not even a good employee at a job I’m overqualified for. Yesterday, I handed in that presentation to my boss that I had been working on for weeks and when I presented it to the board of all fucking people, there was a grammatical error on one of the slides. I had confused ‘your’ and ‘you are’, Lan. It was embarrassing. They laughed and joked about it after. I can’t even fucking do my job. And I upset my mum on Wednesday. I hung up on her during an argument and now she isn’t talking to me. I’m being condemned, Lan. I can’t fucking breathe. My dad’s texting me, telling me how disrespectful I had been, but nobody hears about the parts where she called me an irresponsible adult and ridiculed me for taking a job that didn’t make me that much. Nobody wants to hear my side of the story, the part where she was so grossly unsupportive. Then, I had to cancel on Cameron on Tuesday again because I’m so fucking tired and so fucking busy. She got mad at me and now we’re in this fight because I’ve neglected our friendship. I’m a shit friend, a shit daughter, a shit worker, and it’s so obvious I’m a shit girlfriend. I can’t fucking do anything right.”

By the end of her rant, she was breathless and Lando could see she was talking herself into an anxiety attack. Her hurtful words toward herself needed to be dealt with, but he needed to stop the panic seeping into her skin.

He took her hand and kissed her head, “Come with me, my love.”

She kept crying as he led her to his car, his arm wrapped around her body securely as he whispered words of reassurance in her ear. He reminded her of how strong she was, of how much he loved her and admired her for everything she was. How wrong she was about everything she had convinced herself of.

When he softly laid her in the passenger seat, he kneeled down and kissed her shoulder, brushing her hair off the skin lightly. He looked up at her with deep green eyes filled with safety, “Don’t listen to your mind right now, baby. It’s only telling you lies.”

He lightly closed the door, running around the car to slip into the driver’s seat. When he turned the engine on, his hand settled on her thigh and began rubbing softly. He backed down and drove down the road, toward a small park at the end of her street. It was quick, maybe a minute or two, and Y/n was still crying when they parked, but it subsided momentarily when she saw where they were.

“Why are we at the park?” Lando grabbed her hand and kissed the knuckles.

He laid his cheek down on the back of her palm, murmuring, “Because it’ll be fun to be kids for right now. Not have to think about what you’re going through. We can address that later.”

A sigh of relief left her chest. The moment he had given her an opportunity to run away from it all, even for a few minutes, she almost began to feel as though she would find peace.

He always knew exactly what to do.

She gathered herself, wiping away the tears and smoothing down her hair as Lando walked back to her door, opening it and offering his hand as help for her to get out of the car. She took it. She always would. The cold air hit her body and she shivered. Lando was immediate in offering her his coat.

She shook her head, “No, I’m okay for right now.” She was just now realizing how she hadn’t gone outside in days. The cold air made her feel alive again.

Lando’s hand continued to clutch hers as they took steps toward the large structure. When she let go of his, he tensed, but he relaxed when he saw her wandering over to the slides.

She climbed up the ladder, him following behind, and found herself sat in the entryway of the whirling slide.

“Wait, wait!” Lando yelped before she could push herself down. Her head whipped around to meet his eyes.

She smiled and her body warmed when his found a seat behind her, his body consuming her and his hands wrapping around the low point of her waist. His ear right beside her ear, he kissed the top of the skin, “Now, you can go. We can go down faster, no? Seeing as I go fast for a living.”

His questionable logic made her laugh before he was pushing them off and the two were turning fast around the corner of the yellow tube. Her giggling ensued with the way he jostled them around on purpose to make the slide more exhilarating for two twenty-four year olds. And in the heat of the moment, seeing her hair float in the air and a carefree smile on her face, Lando wished she could see herself the way he did. She was superb, unbelievable. She held the strength and courage of someone so commendable. She was kind even when she had seen things and experienced trauma so young that should’ve, understandably so, made her bitter. She was merciful even when she shouldn’t be and she loved Lando in a way he had only ever dreamed of. The way she treated him, the gentleness she approached him with, was something he knew he could never let go of. She was beautiful in so many other ways than just her appearance. She was deeply beautiful and he wished she could just understand that.

When they reached the end, their bodies stopping abruptly right at the edge, Y/n laid her head back against his shoulder. He kissed her temple, “Fun?”

She nodded with a smile, “Somehow, you did make it faster.”

He shot her a look, as if to question why she didn’t believe him in the first place. He pushed her off him, sprinting to the swings and screaming for her to follow him.

“Lando! Be quiet! You’ll wake up the entire neighborhood!” She whisper-yelled at him, laughing as she ran after him.

He threw himself in the seat and began swinging his legs, no doubt gaining momentum but beckoning her over for help nonetheless.

She stood behind him, bracing herself firmly on the ground as she pushed his heavy body up off the ground. When he would meet her back on the ground, he’d lean back so his back would almost come crashing into her front. It made her laugh.

“Lando!” He couldn’t see her, but he knew how radiant she must’ve been looking. Even in his head, he continued to fall in love with her.

She kept pushing him until her arms got tired and she flopped away from him, onto the ground, in a heap of heavy breaths. When he didn’t feel her small hands on his back anymore, he jumped off the swing and joined her on the ground.

It didn’t matter how cold it was or how dirty it inevitably was, they were together and Y/n’s smile lingered on her pretty face.

Lando’s hand laced with hers in between their bodies as he softly whispered, “You’re not a shit daughter, your parents don’t know what they have and they’re too emotionally immature to realize that. You’re not a shit friend, Cameron knows that, you’re just struggling and that’s okay. You’re not a shit worker, you’re actually heavily valuable to your boss and the people around you. They’ve all told you that. And Y/n, look at me,” She turned her head to meet his meaningful ones, “You are not a shit girlfriend. You are the complete opposite. You are everything I’ve ever wanted and could ever ask for. You have no idea how in love with you I am. It’s even hard for me to understand sometimes. There is no one I have ever loved, love, or will love more than you. You are the most important thing to me, so please stop talking about yourself in this way and believing in something that has never been true.”

Everything about the moment is gentle. From the way his thumb caressed her skin to the enunciation of every word that came from his mouth, he made it clear how much love prospers for her within him every day and every minute.

She turned on her side and took his cheek in her hand, “Thank you for helping me, Lan.”

His hand squeezed her waist, “Of course, my love. You’re my favorite.”

She felt her heart blush, if that’s even possible. Maybe her face was the one blushing? She didn’t know. The way Lando looked at her as if she started life itself made her mind feel fuzzy.

Fuzzy enough to realize he was right. She wasn’t a failure or a horrible person. She was a human who made mistakes and many people loved her in spite of it. Lando being one of them.

He loved her in a way she had always craved. She both needed and wanted him. So did he. They were the beginning and end of everything for the other. It showed well that night as they held each other on the concrete of that park. It showed well because, at one am on a random Saturday, Lando had dropped everything he has doing the moment he heard the anguish in her voice. It showed well because Lando’s clear words made Y/n realize he wanted her and no one else. There was no one else like her, no one to ever replace her. Not that he would ever want that anyway. She was completely unique in the most precious way and maybe… just maybe… she was beginning to realize that too.

[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!

Tag list for updates- @xncasi​ @m99n​ (feel free to reply and i’ll tag you when chapter 3 comes out!)

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?”

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

[kandicon]

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 :)

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Honestly I have a whole bunch of ideas for bunny!kappa/bunny!rory characters now but I’ll jot down my scenario about bunny!kappa here :))

Id imagine him napping on the couch peacefully looking All angelic. Maybe you’re doing something on your laptop the slow sounds of you tapping away surround your ears. As you continue to work on your assignment you hear a faint whimper next to you.

You don’t think anything of it and continue typing until you hear a louder strangled whimper and then movement as you finally lay your eyes on your boyfriend. His arms wrapped around a pillow his bunny ears flopping down as his eyes screw tight and his eyebrows knit together.

You raise a eyebrow and almost dismiss the little action thinking he had a scary or unpleasant dream until he stutters his hips into the pillow. You glance down and see the outline of his hard cock.

He begins to rut into the pillow with more force, his jaw lax and mouth open as he’s panting but still in the comfort of his slumber. You close your laptop and watch him a little longer his whimpers becomes more noticeable and you hear a little ���f-fuck” come out of his mouth. You contemplated on waking him up but you do want to see him lose himself to pleasure.

As his thrusts get more aggressive his hips stutter and he cries out finally coming to and opening his eyes. He feels his orgasm wreck through his body as if he hadn’t came in weeks. He sees you watching him intently with Lustful eyes and soon something changes in your eyes realizing he had came without your permission.

He whines and immediately starts apologizing tears streaming down his red cheeks. His bunny ears flopping in front of his face covering his needy eyes and that pathetic pout he has. You know that he couldn’t control it, but punishing him would bring excitement for the both of you.

“You just couldn’t wait huh? My horny little bunny couldn’t wait to cum?” You’d use your fingers to tilt his chin up. His collar bell ringing as you look him in his eyes. He croaks out a pathetic sorry and looks away. You sit there thinking of all the punishments that you can carry out on him.

-bunny!danny anon :3

Ps:it’s like two AM where I live lol I hope this made sense

To the bunny!Danny anon... your ask gave me brain rot for weeks. I never thought of the floppy bunny ears myself and tbh at first I needed a moment to really wrap my head around it but by now I'm down so bad for it!! 😩😩🐰🐰

In addition to that: I'm so sorry that it's just a lil' HC drabble but your ask in itself is so incredibly rich that it serves as a whole 9-course meal already!

Cw: petplay, bdsm flavoured punishment, consensual bdsm, Dom!reader, Sub!Bunny!Kappa, we are entering furry territory here, mommy kink, Sprinkles Of UwU talk bcs why not? (I feel committed to the bit rn)

🐰 "Sorry, ma'am. 'm so so sorry..." Kappa whined into the curve of your shoulder, tears threatening to gush from his eyes. He slowly scooted away from the soaked pillow, his cum leaving a dark splooch soaking through the fabric.

🐰 Before he could escape from your grasp, you pinched one of his black, fuzzy ears right between your fingers.

"Ouw, mommy!" Kappa blubbered out, his form quivering under the jolt of pain.

" 'M so so sorry, mommy... pwease..." He meweled, cheeks flushing with a guilty and bashful hint of red.

"Uh? So needy, no? Couldn't keep yourself together now, could you?" You taunted him, eyebrows arching up.

"Cumming all over that pillow without mommy's approval..." You clicked your tongue, pulling Kappa back towards you by his ear.

🐰 "I- I really didn't mean to...ma'am, 'm so sorry." A telltale wash of tears gathered all along his lower lash line while he tried his best to not crumble under your stern gaze.

"Was all an accident, I promise. Was so pent-up, mommy..." He sniffled, his hands raising up to wipe the pooling wetness from his eyes whilst his face turned into an even deeper shade of red. His ears wiggling with every rub of his fingers.

🐰 "Oh, I know, bunbun. Mommy put you through a lot lately, no?", You soothed him before your free hand met his blushed cheek in a hefty smack, "But we both know that I have to force that discipline back into you."

🐰 Kappa whined out as your palm struck across his cheek.

"I know...you're so right, Ma'am. I was a bad bunny for mommy..." After wiping his eyes clean, Kappa flopped his ears to arch behind his head, turning the other cheek.

🐰 "Remembering the rules, I see." You acknowledged before serving a whip to his other cheek.

"That's an obedient bunny boy..." Upon the next hit, Kappa sniffled again, the expression on his face grateful nonetheless.

"Aways, mommy, I'm aways trying to be a good bunny for ma'am!" He stammered out between shallow breaths.

[royaltrios]

here's some notes on my recent chsc: what you're missing

-since i published as needed as last year's snow in january, i've been busy trying to graduate and not had any time to read or write or even really think about genshin. then i visited our chsc server friends for a few days beginning of june and i came back and haven't stopped writing since

-on the drive up me and taho spent most of the two hours yapping about chsc, and it was lovely but also extremely extremely strange for me to hear someone praise my writing irl. im genuinely just stumbling through word documents like a bow-legged fawn so

-starting back up with writing this summer i started working things out on physical paper in a notebook. its actually been really fun/feels different than notes app/sticky note-ing it. i still did use sticky notes for puzzling out intricacies of the smut tho (and then proceeded to pretty much use none of it) i'll attach a pic of my notes here for fun even though its slightly horrifying to do

-like most of my fics ive had this one waiting in the wings for a while, basic premise though was just 'chsc first time happens after scara backhands childe in front of people and childe gets very horny about that'. wrote it over about two weeks, fight scene fucked me up until i just locked in and wrote all of it at once at 2am. spent a while rearranging the smut then sent it to pachi to beta, forced myself not to look at it during those days, got it back and made isolated edits and was too embarrassed to read the smut i wrote 2 weeks ago again so i just posted it. hope its ok

-i always always always have trouble with scara during harbinger era. its because im a chronic overexplainer/overjustifier for characters getting together. for his actions during that time i lean on the little tiny bit we ever saw of it and that's mostly abrasiveness... but you gotta pull on how wanderer acts/ his backstory a bit too to like really see where hes coming from at that point in the story. halfway thru writing i realized he wouldnt act the way i was imagining him acting, had to fix that, then had to tweak the rest of the fic

-basically; i think childe would accept that he has a thing for scaramouche without too much thought. he's into mean people who're older than him + match his freak. he goes towards what makes him feel good. scara on the other hand i think... he immediately justifies the pull he feels as 'childe's stupid enough that i can use him'/'he worships me without being told'. this is a guilty pleasure for both of them until they realize its not (which is what i hoped to set up by beginning it with their abyss connections-- they're alike from the very beginning and they're both being used in different ways) <- i talked to pachi some in the middle of writing and it helped me puzzle out what chsc would be feelin a bit more. ty dr pachi phd in childe characterization

-had to have like multiple tabs open of bible's rgg pwp fics as emotional support. i filtered fics tagged 'cunniligus' in my bookmarks more than once. i was floundering. 90% of what i write or consider writing is E rated but i don't actually get much fulfillment out of describing smut. however i kind of tried really hard here bc i know thats what 99% of people are reading this for and even though i hate when i have to write the words scaramouche and clit directly next to each other i ended up pretty proud of the smut here.

random favorite bit:

“Well, it—” Childe's hips buck up into Scaramouche's fist. With a strained expression across his face and in a tone that sounds a little too genuine, he says, “feels kinda... different, since it's you." It's as bold-faced and earnest as anything else he's heard Childe say. But it's a sort of confirmation that Scaramouche was hoping to avoid—whilst simultaneously enjoying dancing around it. Stupid to give him this much leeway, this much permission, and not expect the guy who does everything else with the ruthlessness and loyalty of a hunting dog not to extend that to this.

i liked this bc i felt like i managed to nail down scara realizing he might've bit off more than he can chew without disrupting the smut. and childe + dog metaphor + shaky earnest confessions + L + ratio

-my penchant for having characters write letters in fic returns (almost as bad as my thing with inserting flashbacks in the middle of stuff) (i like first person but i dont like it in fic so this is the only way i can do it)

-looped teenage dirtbag (title + captured how i was trying to play childe here) (friend told me recently the singer of wheatus went to hs around where we grew up?), against the kitchen floor by will wood (taho's doing), some high energy 2000s stuff while revising the fight scene, my age gap oriented pl + will stetsons rabbit hole cover during the smut

i'll leave whoever reads this with a teenage dirtbag induced write-up i did to try and work out why i ended up liking the title i chose so much:

what you're missing-- what you're letting pass you by. what you don't have by not looking at me, what you'll want back in the future. what you don't have by not having me. what you've been trying to find, to grasp. what you didn't know you were missing.

[rubynationwins]

So You Want To Tango? Part 1 (18+)

Stepbro! Ransom Drysdale x Virgin!PlusSize! Reader (Soft!Dark!Ransom)

Summary: All you were trying to do was lose your v-card, was that too much to ask? Apparently so, according to your stepbrother.

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Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: Soft!Dark!Ransom, slight smut-a lot more in future part(s), swearing, ransom being an ass, kinda blackmail, unwanted groping/sexual harassment, choking, manhandling, humiliation, degradation, slut shaming, threats, virgin!reader, angst, mentions of self-deprecation/body issues. 18+ Minors DNI. DNR if you do not like or are triggered by such topics. Read at your own risk.

Word Count: 1,678

A/N: two posts in one day, who am I??? Damn, I’ve been writing a lot of chris evans’ characters being degrading, sexy assholes, but they are so??? I just really wanted to get this one out there bc I’m excited to start on the next part! Not sure how this will develop in terms of how many parts there will be; probably depends on if people are into this storyline ig. Like, comment, reblog, I always appreciate feedback so plz let me know what u think!

This story should not be posted anywhere else without my express permission.

Thanks for reading!

-Ruby

“Ransom, please!” You scampered after the tall, sweater-clad man as he stormed down the upper hallway. It was obvious where he was heading so you sped up your pace as fear and embarrassment flooded through your veins. 

He didn’t even glance over his shoulder as his patronizing reply bounced off the walls back to you. “No, sunshine! You act like a whore-” he swung open the doors of the second floor balcony and stepped into the dim light of the setting sun- “you get treated like a whore.”

You stopped short of the open doors, staring desperately at the bundle of clothing he held in his tight fist. In his other hand, he held your favorite pair of Brian Atwood sneakers. You looked back up at his face and saw his malicious smile. He was enjoying this.

You hesitated at the doorway, covering your bare tits with both arms, you still had on a pair of thin, lacy panties, but that didn’t make you feel any less naked. Shame coursed through your body as Ransom held his arm out, dangling your garments over the railing.

“Ransom, don’t-“

“Uh-uh, sunshine. If you want these back, you’re gonna have to beg.” His eyes gleamed with delight.

Yours brimmed with tears as you stared down at your shoeless feet. “P-please give me my clothes back, Ransom. I need them, I don’t have anything else to wear.” You hung your head low as you forced out the distraught plea. Ransom may have been an ass, but you never thought he’d go this far to humiliate you.

“Well, that was a piss-poor apology,” he scoffed. “Anyway, I think what you’re wearing now is perfect.” He threw one of your shoes over the railing and you leaped forward, reaching out your hands in a fruitless attempt to stop him. You did your best not to think about your now exposed breasts. The shoe squelched as it landed in a muddy puddle on the ground and you let out a muted wail. Before you covered your tits back up, you caught Ransom ogling the bare orbs without shame. He was the real whore.

“Ransom, stop, this isn’t a game! That one’s completely ruined now! At least give me back the other one,” you whined, not caring that you were making such a scene over a pair of shoes. But they weren’t just a pair of shoes, and he knew that.

“What does it matter? You have plenty of shoes, what makes these so special?” He twirled the other one in his hand, goading you. He knew exactly why they mattered– your mom had given them to you before she passed away three years ago, and you treasured anything of hers that hadn’t been tainted by his corrupt family. “If you’d really wanted them back, you would’ve gotten down on your knees and begged for forgiveness. Are you really too proud to apologize?”

Your head was still spinning with how quickly the evening had turned south. How was it that one moment you were about to finally lose your virginity to a guy you barely knew, and then the next, Ransom was busting down the door, throwing his own friend onto the street, and stealing your clothes away? And as what, some kind of punishment?”

“What do you mean ‘apologize’? What do I have to apologize for?”

He flung your other shoe over the edge and you let out a strangled cry of remorse. “You mean you don’t understand the damage your behavior has on my reputation? My own stepsister, fucking one of my sleazeball friends? In my own home? Are you too stupid to not know how your whorish actions reflect back on me? Not only have you proven how much of a cock-slut you are, but also how much empty space you’ve got in that pretty little head of yours.”

Now tears were streaming down your face. Your whole body quaked with barely contained fury, fueled by your hatred for your stepbrother. All you could do was put up an angry front to hide how much his criticism stung. “Jesus Christ! I was just trying to lose my fucking v-card! Which has nothing to do with you, by the way, but you had to be your usual narcissistic, selfish, unreasonably-controlling, hot-headed self! You’ve slept with too many women to count, and you’re gonna slut shame me?! You’re a fucking hypocrite, Ransom!”

Ransom’s face clouded with rage, but there were more emotions than that swirling in his shadowed expression. He stepped away from the ledge and tossed your clothes at your feet. Before you could crouch down to scoop them up, though, he reached forward and snatched up your jaw, holding you in place.

“First thing, sunshine, if you ever use that tone with me again, I will throw you out on the street, naked and hogtied.” You couldn’t help the shiver that ran down your spine at his threat. “Second, I don’t give a rat’s ass about how many women I’ve slept with because you are not them and you are certainly not me, so your actions actually have consequences in this male-dominated world, which you should know by now.” 

His grip on your chin loosened and he reached his other arm around you and squeezed your plentiful ass. You squeaked but didn’t dare say anything in protest. You were terrified of his famously volatile temper. You knew just how cruel Ransom could be, and it went far beyond throwing some clothes off a balcony.

“Third thing, don’t give me that shitty, faux innocence game. We both know this ass has been around the block plenty. You’ve always taken after your mother.” At that, he narrowed his eyes and gave your ass a sharp slap. You yelped and tried to jump away, but he dug his hand in, kneading the plump flesh, keeping you close to his towering form.

You wanted to slap him and wipe that shit-eating grin off his face. How dare he talk about your mother that way, but part of you was distracted by how terribly good his fondling felt. On top of being a virgin in your twenties, you had next to none sexual experience of any kind. Unbidden by you, your body was reacting to the unfamiliar forceful touch. Especially when it came from Ransom of all people. He sent your blood boiling– both from his asshole behavior and from the electric tension you’d always felt in his presence.

You matched his gaze, hoping your watery glare hid the beat of your heat thrumming through your chest. “It’s not a lie, Ransom,” you noticed the sudden tick in his jaw at your words, but went on, “I’ve been sheltered my whole life– I went to a fucking all-girls Catholic school for christ’s sake. Plus, my social skills are shit, so my college life is far from the playboy, party lifestyle you like to maintain. It also doesn’t help that I have stretch marks and cellulite, while all the other girls I’m surrounded by are stick-thin and look like models. So excuse me for taking advantage of an opportunity to finally hook up with a ready and willing guy. But no! Respect for my boundaries doesn’t apply to the almighty Ransom Drysdale! Protector of my virginity, guardian of my love life! You know what, it was a mistake to try and fuck Tod here, guess I’ll just have to go over to his place to get the deed done. Then I can save us all the embarrassment.”

The hand gripping your jaw jumped to your neck and squeezed, his thick fingers pressing into the sides of your throat. He leaned closer, rage shimmering in his eyes. “I would rather lock you up in the basement and let you rot, then let that dick lay one fucking finger on you.”

His grip stayed tight around your neck and he closed the distance, pressing his front flush to yours. You tried to exclaim when you felt something poking at your nether regions, but any sound you attempted to make was shot down by his tight fist constricting your airways. Ransom’s lips hovered a hair’s breadth away from yours, his hot breath mingling with your own gasping pants.

 “I get it though, when you get to be your age without having a dick shoved up your needy little hole, you open your legs up to whatever comes your way.” He ground his hips into yours. You felt lightheaded from the lack of air and the blood rushing to your barely concealed center. “So, if you want to learn how to do the devil’s tango-” he finally released his grip on your throat, but before you could gulp down a breath of air, he tangled his hand in your hair and crashed his lips into yours.

It wasn’t even a kiss–not that you’d had many–it was teeth gnashing and tongues fighting and animalistic grunts and growls of long-hidden wants and forbidden pleasure. He pulled away with a satisfied groan. His lust-filled eyes looked crazed. He pushed on your ass to grind you against him further. You couldn’t hold back your moan when he rubbed against your clothed core. You were completely shocked and ashamed at your guttural reaction.

His pleased smirk spelled trouble and he leaned down again, his breath brushing your sensitive ear, and growled, “-then I’ll be happy to teach you how to dance like the slut you were always meant to be-” You mewled when he reached down and cupped your pussy, smashing his palm against your clit- “and show you who really owns this cunt: me.”

He patted your cheek and backed away, his eyes devouring every exposed curve and roll on full display for his pleasure. He palmed his cock over his designer slacks and winked. “I’ll see you at breakfast tomorrow.” His eyes shone with devious excitement. “Now put some clothes on. You look like a hooker.” With that, he sauntered past you, leaving you to sink in your own pit of disgust and guilt… and anticipation.

[bellatrixscurls]

“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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[alrightberries]

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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