#sofs sweets shop

[tea-blankets-andstars]

*cough cough* ...hi i have another event

so umm i kinda just wanna say that im literally soosososoosooooo thankful for all of you guys because wtf 1,000!? thaks fucking crazy. but um yeah i kinda was really hesitant to do this event because i did one beofre and literally only one person sent in a request so im hoping some more of you will send something this time! But fr i am so fucking greatful and this is literally amazing so yayayyay!! 

So without further ado...

WELCOME TO SOF'S SWEETS SHOP

rulessss: you can send 2 asks total (idrc if they are in the same ask or not), you can send the same ask twice but with different characters/plot, moots can also send in asks under the followers catigory, if possibe make it a fandom thats in my intro post because thise are kinda the only ones i know tbh

🍬intro🍬

for followers:

🥧- send me a character/ship and i will give you a song that reminds me of them

🫖- send me a character/ship and ill give you a short list of hcs

for moots:

🍨- send me a character/ship and a trope and i'll write a microfic abt them (this one might take me a little while longer)

🍪- send me a character/ship and i will make a moodboard for them

For my special moots:

(idk what else to call you guys <3)

🍎- i'll asign you a song based on your vibes to meeee

listtttt

:) special moots:

@a-chance-of-raine @uhhlifeig @bemusedrodent @joanofsharks @purple-iris-flower @uhhlifeig

mootsssss:

(not all bc im tired srry)

@accio-atticus @the-stars-drowning @forensic-b1tch-aiden @morallyundefined @starcrossedmoony @moonyfr @ieatglowsticks @foxalade @writerthatarts @screamer-not-a-dreamer @xoxochb @resident-gay-bitch @nyx-taylors-version @the-real-agatha-harkness @allonsy-moony @they-call-me-whiskey @sage-way @a-dam-heartstopper-fan @pansyfilia @starkayezer @starkissed-mars @b00ks1ut @just-a-girl-who-loves-tmr

[alwritey-aphrodite]

best guess

Pairing: Remus x fem!reader

Word count: 1.9k

Author's note: honestly this is a little all over the place and it doesn't say much and if it seems disjointed that’s because it is but i think its cute either way <3 title from the Lucy Dacus song <3

There’s always a stretch between winter and springtime that’s especially miserable. The bright lights of the holidays and cozy fireplaces have disappeared, leaving behind only the gloom and the wind and the rain. It’s truly awful, everything bleak and grey and damp, but there’s always a little pocket of spring that hides among the melancholy. A false spring, where everything, for a few days, is bright and happy and dappled with sunshine. It’s discouragingly fleeting, but it’s so lovely when it comes.

Remus hates it, hates how fickle it is, how quickly it disappears, how it lulls you into a false state of happiness before ripping it away with months more of the darkness. You love it though, love shedding your layers and tilting your head towards the sun, acting like it really was spring even though you know it’ll slip through your fingers in a few days’ time. It’s a preview of spring and of summer, of the lighter months full of sunshine and friendship and infinitely long days, a promise of what’s to come.

The ice in your cup clinks together as you stir it with your plastic straw, the color lightening the more you mix.

“It seems like you don’t actually like coffee,” Remus quips before taking a drink of his own coffee.

“I don’t,” you respond before taking a sip, your eyes fluttering closed in delight, “I just need a vessel for all the different flavors.” You smile, lips shiny from the lipgloss you’d meticulously applied only moments before, just to leave a sticky ring around your plastic straw. Your head tilts back into the sunshine, seeking out its warmth even with your eyes closed, and then it finds you and you’re alight like an angel, the sunlight beaming down onto your face as if it shines only for you.

You, unlike Remus, were born for the sunshine. You were destined to lay out in the sun with not a care in the world, for backyard poker games and meals on the porch, for citrus fruit and clover fields, for the seaside and painted skies. You’re the sun, his sun, and he’s drawn to you the way a moth is drawn to a flame. For him, it’s enough just to sit like this, just to be near you and listening to the way you hum every time you take a sip of your drink.

“Wanna come to the store with me?” You ask, setting down your mostly empty cup and breaking Remus out of his stupor, “I wanna make sandwiches for lunch, with the good bread.”

“Course I’ll come,” he stands, grabbing your hand to help you out of your chair the way he always does, partly to be kind and partly to feel your hand in his, the way you squeeze his hand tightly just before letting go.

The two of you always do things like this, spend your mornings in coffee shops and bookstores, keep each other company while grocery shopping or going to the bank. When you’re together everything feels a bit like an adventure, even the boringest of chores turned into something wonderful when Remus is by your side. It just feels right, spending all these wonderfully meaningless moments with each other, even though people tend to think you’re a couple. You don’t mind, don’t find it the least bit embarrassing, and you often play along, even as Remus’ cheeks tinge pink.

“Good boyfriend, he’s a keeper,” an elderly woman comments with a wink when she sees Remus holding your basket as you inspect tomatoes.

“Oh, he’s the best,” you agree, smiling at the woman as she walks away. Remus has surpassed pink and gone straight to red, matching the tomato in your hand perfectly. “You must’ve gotten some sun while we were outside.” You say it innocently, not a hint of anything malicious in your tone as you press your palm gently to the side of his face. He thinks you must be trying to kill him, what with your sweet smile and unassuming words and your soft touch.

“You don’t like tomatoes,” he says instead of anything substantial, his brain rebooting as you make your way to the bakery section.

“No, but you do, and I can find something to do with the leftovers,” your words only confirming that you do indeed mean to kill him. You’re so absurdly sweet, Remus wonders how you manage it, but he’d never mention it, never want you to feel even a shred of self-consciousness around him.

Watching you grocery shop has always been something of a spiritual experience for Remus. There’s something so captivating about the way you inspect the produce, pressing gently with your thumb to find any soft spots or turning containers this way and that to check for ripeness. He loves the way you stand in front of the shelves, internally debating whether or not you need something, whether you should go with the cheaper option or the better tasting. Maybe he’s just so in love with you that everything you do seems extraordinary, but he’d be happy to grocery shop with you forever.

Instead, though, you finish with your shopping and he drives you home, and you make him lunch. You never have to ask what he wants anymore, just direct him to the kitchen table while you get out your ingredients and your cutting board. Instead of sitting, though, he folds himself over, leaning his elbows on your countertop just to share the same space as you.

“Wanna help with my garden this year?” You ask, not even bothering to look up from slicing your bread into thick slabs.

“It’s gonna get cold again,” he warns instead of any sort of real reply.

“I know,” you look up at him, setting your knife down, “but when it’s warmer for real, wanna help?”

“‘Course I do,” and the weight of your gaze, your smile, is simply too much, so he reaches for your cutting board and steals a piece of the bread, just for the sake of hearing you laugh and scold him.

Some of Remus’s fondest memories take place in your kitchen. There’s you on a Friday night, eyelids sparkly and skin on display, the countertops covered in various bottles of booze and mixers, the overhead lights replaced with something funkier, your laughter ringing out over the music. The quieter moments are his favorite, though, where it’s just the two of you or a few more of your closest friends, crammed in the warm glow of the kitchen and sharing in a meal, either the creation of it or the consumption of it.

Mostly, there’s just something about you in your kitchen that Remus finds overwhelming. You can transform into so many different versions of yourself, reflecting the situation around you like stained glass but casting your own light just the same. You are steady and reliable and full of so much love it’s a little absurd, he’s only able to quantify it through your kitchen, as you bake something or cut fruit or serve drinks or make him lunch, just the two of you seemingly alone in the world and really, that sounds perfect to Remus.

He wants to know everything about you, all the little moments and expressions that build up to create you, and although he’d like to think he already does, it always seems like there’s one final wall that Remus can’t quite break through. He’s seen you in the early mornings, on vacations or days where you’ve needed to crash on his couch, he’s seen you at every point during daylight in every season, and he’s seen you at night, for dinners and movies and nights out, but that doesn’t seem real, not really, not in the way he wishes it did. He wants to wake up next to you, spend every second by your side, and fall asleep next to you before doing it all over again.

In his mind, you’re nothing but perfect, nothing but the girl of his dreams, but he couldn’t possibly tell you that. You’re his everything, and he can’t fathom that changing in any way, even for the better. It’s not a risk he’s willing to take. So instead, he says nothing, nodding along to the story you tell as you construct the sandwiches, heart bursting every time you pause in your work to look up at him, eager to see a reaction or share in a smile.

The sandwiches, once they’re done, are practically works of art, thick cut bread piled high with toppings, all of Remus’s favorites lovingly arranged without needing to ask and cut in half. You know everything there is to know about Remus, all of the little, seemingly inconsequential details like how he likes his sandwiches, how he takes his tea and his coffee, his favorite pizza toppings, his go to orders at all the local restaurants. You know what kind of books he prefers, his favorite brands of sweets and snacks, the spot he always chooses on your couch.

Remus can’t think about that too long, can never sit with the thought that you know him better than anyone and what that might mean. It makes him want to crawl out of his skin sometimes, the way you see him so completely far too overwhelming. It makes his heart ache, just a little, to know that someone, that you, love him enough to remember things about him, to remember practically everything about him.

He knows you too, can read every little facial expression that passes and every twitch of your fingers, knows when you’re tired or hungry or overwhelmed. Now, you’ve just had a thought pop into your head, something that’s taken your full attention because you’re setting down your sandwich and brushing the crumbs off your hands.

“We should run away to the seaside,” you swallow thickly, barely waiting to be done chewing before you share your newest idea with Remus, “and we can lie in the sun and read all day long and only eat fruit and ice cream.”

“I get burnt easily.”

“Fine, we’ll get you an umbrella to read under and I’ll read in the sun and everything else will stay the same.” You smile, and that’s enough sunshine for Remus.

“Not if you’re in charge of cutting the fruit,” he counters, making a pointed look at the plate of fruit you’d cut and set on the center of the table, lovingly prepared but with widely uneven slices. You just laugh and roll your eyes.

“Then you can cut the fruit.”

“Deal.”

The thought warms Remus to his core, almost as much as your smile does. He imagines you and him by the sea, salty and sunsoaked. He’s always believed that you were made for summer, for running around barefoot through sand and grass and wearing nothing but swimsuits and breezy shirts, letting the sun warm your skin and your soul. You’re mostly joking, he thinks, but he also can’t think of anything that would make him happier than running away with you.

He doesn’t say that though, and instead just grabs some orange slices from the plate, leaving his fingers sticky. You smile and shake your head, can sense the gentle teasing before it even leaves his lips, so instead he just eats the fruit and resists the urge to comment, just to keep you on your toes. You know him too well, though, and can tell what he’s thinking.

“Be quiet and eat your fruit, otherwise I’ll run away without you.” He puts his hands up in mock surrender, as if he wasn’t in the middle of planning out a snarky comment.

“You’d never leave me,” he retorts, playful as if the mere thought doesn’t make his heart ache.

“Of course I wouldn’t,” and even though you’re teasing, the both of you smiling, Remus can sense the truth of your comment.

Tagging: @arcaneorphic @onceuponaoneshotfanfic

[beneathstarryskies]

Hi hiii hii

Can I uhh please request maybe a smutty fic of Nanami and Gojo fighting over the new hire at Jujutsu Tech? 👉👈🫣 Thanks bby you rule my world

warnings: threesome, alcohol, fem!reader, gojo is a little shit, nanami is a lil pussywhipped, implied bimbo!reader • wordcount: 2,083

There was just something about you that drove them crazy. You were so sweet and caring to everyone you crossed paths with. You’d even expressed sympathy and caring for curses before. At first, Nanami thought you were just a silly little thing who wasn’t cut out for this life of exorcizing dangerous curses. When he was assigned on missions with you, he took more time to protect you and watch your back as though you were still a student. However, time and time again you proved your mettle to him. He was impressed with you and couldn’t help feeling like you were a breath of fresh air. More and more he began to look forward to being paired with you on missions. He also began coming up with excuses to spend time with you afterward. He’d take you to whatever cute little coffee shop you wanted to visit and even wander bookstores happily by your side. 

Much to Nanami’s annoyance, however, he wasn’t the only sorcerer who had their eye on you. Gojo took to you like flies to sugar. How could he not? You laughed at all of his silly antics and even joined in at times. You were the only person on campus who still awed over him and his skills. He doted on you with gifts and sweets. Whenever he came back from a work trip, he always brought you back some expensive trinkets. 

Gojo knew Nanami’s feelings for you, of course. At first, he found himself competing. If Nanami spent the day with you looking at books and having lunch, Gojo was trying to take you on a shopping spree the next day. If Nanami got hurt protecting you, the next time you were paired with Gojo he was keeping you in the protective embrace of his infinity. 

Soon, though, he switched tactics. It was a surprise to you and Nanami both. He’d join you on missions even if the curse didn’t require skills like his or three people period. He treated you both to lunch, keeping you seated right in between them. It dawned on Nanami that Gojo was planning something, but he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was. You, with all of your sweetness and naivety, were just so happy to spend time with them both that it didn’t matter to you. 

It’s Gojo who proposed the three of you go out to dinner one night. He chooses a fancy restaurant. Even though he doesn’t drink, he knows both you and Kento do occasionally. Every time you finish a drink, Gojo orders you another. Soon, all of your inhibitions are lowered. When Gojo begins rubbing your thigh under the table, you don’t push him away. At the same time, you reach over to take Nanami’s hand. 

“I’m so happy we’re doing this,” you say with flushed cheeks and a big smile. “I’m having the greatest time!” 

“You look like you’re having a good time,” Kento smiles softly. He rubs your flushed cheek, feeling the heat coming from it. “Sweetheart, you look a bit…” 

“She’s not drunk, Nanamin. Just a bit tipsy, right doll?” Gojo smiles at you, his hand moves higher up your skirt. 

“Right,” you blush even deeper and kiss Nanami’s palm as a gesture of appreciation for his lasting concern over you. He caresses your cheek again and smiles kindly at you for a moment. 

“Perhaps it’s time to pay the bill and head home,” Gojo smirks. 

“But I want to keep spending time with you both,” you whine. 

“I think that can be arranged,” Gojo kisses your cheek. “What do you think, Nanami?” 

“I-I’m not so sure,” Nanami blushes. 

“Please, Nanami!” you grab his arm and pout. “We can all hang out. Please, please.” 

“Please, please,” Gojo repeats, half mocking. 

“Fine, fine,” Nanami sighs. 

You let out a loud cheer, only to giggle when you notice a few people looking at you. You hide your face against the curve of Nanami’s neck, and he can’t help wrapping his arm around you. The three of you laugh softly as you blush against Nanami’s neck. Gojo pulls away to flag down the waitress and pay the bill. 

Soon, the three of you are in your apartment. You stumble through the door, each of them holding one of your hands. You turn around with a sweet, but mischievous grin. 

Nanami is the first one you kiss. His heart nearly jumps into his throat when he feels your plump, warm mouth against his. He can’t fight the urge to sink into your welcoming embrace. His hands grip your sides, fingertips digging into the flesh through your dress. 

Gojo watches on enviously but still pleased that you seem to have fallen in line with his plan without even realizing it. When you finally pull away, he’s quick to grab you. 

Nanami is hesitant to let you go, but he watches as you cling to Gojo and give him a sweet kiss too. Gojo pushes further than Nanami. His hands move down to squeeze your ass and his tongue rubs against yours sensually. 

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispers when you pull away to breathe. 

“I don’t know if ‘good’ is how I’d describe this display,” Nanami scoffs, but soon you’re in his arms again. You press kisses on his jawline. 

“Don’t be mad, Nanami,” you whine. “We’re havin’ fun.” 

Gojo smirks and approaches the two of you. At first you think he’s going to kiss you, but instead his lips crash against Nanami’s. You let out a surprised gasp but you feel a wave of heat in your lower tummy as you watch them make out while you rest your head on Nanami’s shoulder. 

“See, Nanami,” Gojo teases him. “We’re having so much fun.”

Gojo takes each of your hands and leads you towards the bedroom with some guidance from you on which way it is. Once you’re in the bedroom, you let Gojo unzip your dress while you pull the knot of Nanami’s tie loose and then begin working on the buttons of his shirt. 

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to do this,” Nanami says reluctantly. Part of him hopes more than anything you’ll agree, but he wants you to be comfortable. He doesn’t want you to feel pressured to give so much of yourself. 

“I know, Kento,” you whispers and kiss him. “I want to. I really do.” 

Gojo pushes your dress off your shoulders and watches it fall into a pool of fabric on the floor. At the same time, you take off Nanami’s shirt and begin pressing soft kisses on his chest. 

“Isn’t she beautiful, Nanami?” Gojo says as he kisses your shoulders. 

“Y-yes,” Nanami stutters, his hand tangling in your hair as you begin moving lower until you’re kneeling in front of him. His heart is racing in his chest as your delicate hands grab his belt buckle. 

“Can I, Nanami?” you ask so sweetly. 

Nanami can only nod as his mouth goes dry from this sight of you on your knees. How many times has he stroked his own cock to this very sight? Now that he sees you this way, he realizes how much his fantasies paled in comparison to the reality. You’re careful as you unbuckle his pants and slowly pull them down along with his boxers. He blushes when you see how hard he already is. 

Gojo steps back to start taking off his clothes while watching the scene unfold before him. He watches your hand wrap around Nanami’s cock and begin stroking it.

 Your soft tongue laps at Nanami’s tip, licking up the thick beads of precum dribbling out of his slit. He runs his hands through your hair, but doesn’t push or pull. Instead he just breathes shallowly, almost frozen to the spot as if scared to wake up from this dream. 

Gojo wraps his hand around the base of his cock and jerks off as he watches your head start to move. It’s a slow steady rhythm that has Nanami’s chest shaking with the effort to contain himself. 

“Does it feel good, Nanami?” Gojo asks. 

“So fucking good,” Nanami says. 

Gojo kneels behind you, working on taking off your bra while you suck Nanami’s cock. His large, strong hands begin kneading at your tits and tugging on your nipples. You moan with pure delight, and your eyes roll back. This is already better than anything you’ve dreamed of, and it’s barely started. Gojo shoves a hand down the front of your panties and grunts at the warm wetness he finds there. 

“So fucking wet, baby. Fuck,” he murmurs against your neck as he begins rubbing your clit in tight circles. You squirm a bit in an effort for more friction, and as though sensing your need he applies more pressure. “Good girl…so responsive.” 

“Fuck, you gotta slow down,” Nanami groans and begins pushing your head away. “I almost…Fuck…” 

“It’s okay, Nanami,” you say as you look up into his eyes. “I want you to feel good. I really do!” 

“I don’t want this to end too soon,” Kento admits as he runs his thumb along your bottom lip. 

Gojo stands up, guiding you along with him to your feet. You’re a little wobbly, but he wraps his arms around you to hold you steady. Kento leans in to kiss you deeply until Gojo moves to bend you over the edge of the bed. Gojo lines his cock up to your hole and pushes into you slowly. Soft moans fall from his lips as your tight walls pull him in deeper. You let out the smallest whine when he bottoms out. 

“You’re taking it so good,” he mutters as he starts a slow but deep pace. You can feel him brushing up against your cervix. His hands are firm on your hips, pulling you back to meet every thrust. He keeps up his pace until he feels himself tinkering on the edge of that bliss, and then he pulls out. You feel empty and you whine softly. 

“Your turn, Kento,” Gojo winks at him and kisses him quickly as he steps aside. 

Nanami is gentle. He drags his fingertips along your folds, eliciting a moan from you as you shiver with anticipation. Nanami isn’t as long as Gojo, but he is so thick. Even when he just pushes the head into your entrance, you can feel a stretch. He takes a sharp breath through his teeth and plunges forward. His hips smack against your ass when he bottoms out, and then he goes still to try to catch his breath. 

“You feel amazing,” he gasps. 

Your walls flutter when he picks up his pace. Soon, Nanami is grunting while pumping in and out of your tight heat with wreckless abandon. All thoughts have left his mind. He’s a slave to the intense pleasure coursing through him. 

Gojo pushes his hand between your legs to rub your swollen clit. The other hand grabs a handful of your hair to pull your head back to look up at him. He kisses you deeply, his tongue plunging into your warm mouth to taste himself and Nanami on your breath. 

You reach up to hold onto one of his shoulders, bracing yourself as you feel your climax rapidly approaching. Nanami can feel it too in the way your walls quiver around him and somehow you get even wetter. 

“That’s it baby,” Gojo whispers against your mouth. “Let me see how pretty you are cumming on Kento’s cock.” 

His words draw out a whine and coupled with his fingers rolling your clit, you’re done for. Your tummy tightens as you cry out in agonizing bliss. Your legs are shaking as Kento fucks you through every wave of pleasure before pulling out and stroking himself to completion on your ass. He is dazed when Gojo pushes him out of the way and jerks off on the other asscheek, covering you in their cum. 

In your exhaustion, you just fall face first into the mattress. It’s Gojo who gently rolls you over and presses a kiss to your temple. Kento stands at the edge of the bed looking a little dumbfounded by what’s just happened. When you look up at him, all you have to do is hold your hand out and whine before he’s crawling onto the bed beside you. 

You fall asleep when Gojo is in the middle of cleaning you up, but when you awaken the next morning you’re snuggled between them. 

[cutedisneygirl]

The Unexpected

Warnings: none sweet, fluffy, funny, lots of pictures and two videos.

Chapter 8

The next few days go by a little slower than Sophia would have liked. She couldn't wait to see Chris again. Thursday afternoon while Sophia is on her lunch break she gets a text from Chris. She and Cassie are sitting in the bookshop eating the sandwiches they got from the local café across the street.

Chris-Hey, I checked the movies and I don't think there are any playing that you would like or that I would like. I have another idea are you up for it?

Sophia reads the text and smiles.

Sophia-What is the idea? What did you have in mind?

She sees the little bubbles moving telling her he's typing

Chris-It's a surprise. I can't say. Trust me I think you will like. Can I pick you up tomorrow around 4? I know you don't close the shop till 6 but is there anyway you can leave early?

Sophia smiles.

"What are you smiling about?" Cassie asks after she took a sip of her drink.

"Chris wants to take me somewhere tomorrow, but won't tell me where and asked if he can pick me up at 4 tomorrow. Asked if there is anyway I can get done early."

Cassie smiles big. "Oh? Hmmm of course! I can mange the store. Why don't you leave at 2:30 that will give you plenty of time to get ready before he gets there at 4."

"Are you sure? I hate to leave you that early and..."

"Yes I'm sure. I will be fine."

Sophia nods. "Okay."

Sophia-Yes I can leave early. I will see you tomorrow at 4. I will be at my house. I am leaving work early.

Chris- ☺️I can't wait to see you! I will see you tomorrow at 4.

"So uh.. what should I wear tomorrow? Should I wear a dress?"

"Well since I don't know where he is taking you its hard to say. A dress is cooler and looks good on you, shows off your legs."

Sophia laughs. "Cassie!"

"Well it does and guys love girls legs, but of course Chris is an ass man.'

"Cassie! What!"

"He is. He has said that before in interviews."

Sophia lightly shoves Cassie's arm. "I can't believe you said that!"

"But its true. Look it up."

"That's okay. I will just trust you on that. I will find something. I guess we need to get back to work."

"What's the rush. We don't have any customers yet."

"I need to check the selves and get ready for the story hour that will happen in a little bit." Sophia says and takes a sip of her water and walks over to the book corner and sets up the story hour.

After the story hour, where Sophia read a story to the kids, it is busy. Lots of people are buying and looking at books. By the time the last customer leaves hours later both girls are tired. Cassie moves the open sign to closed. "Wheh that was a busy day!"

"I hope your not that busy tomorrow. I will feel bad if I leave early and your full like that. You will need my help."

"Sof, I will be fine. I promise. I want you to go have fun. You deserve it, especially since you get to go out with Chris Evans!"

Sophia smiles. "Well I guess I will head home."

"Did you want to grab something to eat then we could head to your house and I can help you pick an oufit?"

"No I'm tired. I am just going to head home and find something to eat at the house and curl up with my book."

"Alright. I'll see you in the morning. Night Sof."

"Night."

After Sophia gets home she decides on some mac and cheese. It was always her comfort food. She fixes her a bowl and curls up on the couch with her book. She reads for few hours then remembers she needs to pick her outfit. She puts her dishes away then walks to her bedroom and searches her closet. She has a hard time deciding since she doesn't really know where Chris is taking her. She debates to text him and ask him, but decides not to. She just picks out a dress from the back of her closet she hasn't  worn in a long time. She gets ready for bed then climbs in and is soon asleep.

The next morning Sophia is woken up by her alarm. She groans and crawls out of bed and gets ready for day. Tonight she will be going out with Chris again. She can't wait. She cant stop smiling as she gets ready for work. She grabs a quick breakfast then heads to the store. She arrives just as Cassie pulls up. Sophia opens up the shop and Cassie follows her in.

"Did you find you something to wear tonight?"

"Yes."

"What did you pick?"

"A dress."

"Okay, what does it look like, what color is it?"

"I will take a pic later and send it you."

"Fine."

The girls walk around the store getting it ready. Cassie turns the sign from closed to open while Sophia sets out the books for the main table. It wasn't long before people start coming in and they get a little busy. The day seems to drag by, not as fast as Sophia wished it would. When lunch time arrives Cassie offers to go get them lunch. Sophia agrees saying she would watch the store while she is gone. It was wasn't too busy while Cassie is gone thank goodness. Sophia helps a few customers and re stocks some selves, fixing some books that are out of place. By the time Cassie returns the last customer has left. The girls sit at the counter and eats their lunch.

"So where do you think Chris is taking you?"

"I have no idea. He just said it was surprise."

"Hmm, well knowing Chris it will be somewhere nice."

"Why do you say that?"

"I just know how it is, at least from the interviews I have watched of him." She smiles.

"Hmm, well I guess we will see."

Sophia finishes her lunch just as a little girl comes into the store with a young woman. Sophia has never seem them in the store before. She watches them look around for a while before she walks over to them.

"Is there something I can help you find?"

The girl looks up at Sophia. "I want a book about dogs."

"Dogs? Like stories, or about dogs?"

"Stories."

"Hmmm, I think I know just the book. Let's see... its this way." Sophia walks over to the kids section of the store and looks through some books then she pulls out some. "How about these?"

"Oh yes! Perfect! Thank you."

Sophia smiles. "Your welcome. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"No, that's it. Thank you." The girl smiles at her. She looks over at the young woman with her.

"I'm ready mommy. I want these books."

"Okay lets go pay for them." They walk over to the register where Cassie is. They check out and then head for the door. As they are heading out the door the girl looks back at Sophia and waves and smiles. Sophia waves back. After they are gone Cassie says, "OMG!"

"What?"

"You won't believe who they were?"

"Who?"

"Chris's sister and niece."

"What?"

"Yes that was his sister Carly and her daughter Stella."

"No way!"

"Yep."

"Oh wow. I never expected that to happen."

Cassie smiles. She looks over at the clock. "Sof its 2:30."

"Wow is it?"

"Yes. Go and get ready. I'm good."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. Have fun. And call me and tell me how it goes and where he took you."

"I will."

Sophia grabs her stuff and walks to her car and drives home. She arrives home and gets a quick shower then puts on her dress and fixes her hair.

Sophia has just finished fixing her hair when she hears a knock.

"Oh my gosh! He's here."

She looks back at herself in the mirror and takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out. She walks into her living room and opens the door and there stands Chris.

"Uh...hi Chris."

Chris smiles. "Hey Sophia, your beautiful."

"Thanks." She smiles.

"These are for you." He says holding out flowers

"Oh wow, thank you they are beautiful. Let me put them in some water. Come on in."

Sophia says walking into her kitchen. Chris walks in and follows her into the kitchen and stands at her Island. He watches her grab a vase and fill it water and clip the ends and then put them in vase. She then sets them on the Island. She looks up at Chris and smiles.

"You might want a light jacket. It might get a little chilly where we are going."

"Oh, okay. I will right back."

Sophia leaves the room and comes back carrying her demin jacket

"You ready to go?"

"Yep."

Chris walks to her door and lets her walk out first and he closes it and she locks it. She then walks to his car and sees his dog with his head out the window.

She looks at Chris and smiles.

"You remember Dodger?"

"Yes."

"I wasn't sure if you would or not, you were a little drunk the night you first met him." Chris says with a little laugh.

"Yes I remember. Hey boy." She says reaching up and petting him on the head. Chris opens her door for her. Sophia climbs into the car. Chris closes it and walks around and climbs into the drivers side. He looks over at Sophia. "I hope it was okay that I brought him. He loves the...he loves traveling and uh...loves where we are going." He says trying not to reveal where he was taking her. He had almost told her but caught himself.

"Oh no its okay. I love dogs. I had one. I loved him but..." she says with a frown

"Oh I'm sorry. I know its hard losing a pet."

"Well he didn't die. I would still have him if...if my ex hadn't taken him with him."

"Oh. I'm sorry. Have you thought about getting another one?"

"A little. But I haven't brought myself to look yet."

Chris nods. "I understand. Well are you ready to go?" He says putting his keys in the ignition.

"Yep. I'm dying to know where you are taking me."

Chris smiles as he starts the car and pulls out of her drive way. "Well it takes about and hour and half to get there, so...we have a little while."

"Wow, where in the world are you taking me?"

"You will see." He smiles once again.

Dodger lies down in the back seat and gets comfortable. It is quiet for a while. Neither one of them says anything. Chris reaches over and turns on the radio. The song I don't want this night to end by Luke Bryan comes on. He is about to change to it but Sopia stops him.

"no leave it please. I love this song!" She starts to sing softly.

"You got your hands up your rocking in my truck you got the radio on. Your singing every song. I'm set on cruise control. I'm slowly losing hope..."

Chris smiles and looks over at her. She is slowly moving her body a little to the music as she sings. "You have a beautiful voice."

Sophia stops singing and bites her lower lip a little. "Uhhh.....thanks."

"Don't stop. Keep singing." He says as he reaches over and takes her hand that is in her lap. Sophia looks down at his hand holding hers.

"I uh...don't remember the rest of the words." She says. The next song that comes on and it's a Brad Paisley song. Sophia remains quiet.

"You okay?" Chris asks rubbing his thumb along the back of her hand.

Sophia nods. "I uh...I saw..." she starts but stops.

"You saw what?"

"Your uh..."

Chris smiles. "My what? One of my movies?"

She shakes her head.

"Then what?"

"Your sister and niece."

"My sister and niece?" He asks puzzled.

"They came into the store today. I didn't know that's who they were. After they left Cassie told me."

Chris smiles and laughs just a little. "Oh, I see. Did you speak to them?"

"A little. Your niece was looking for a book about dogs. She wanted a book about dog stories. I helped her find a book and she got excited. They got them and then left."

Chris smiles. "She loves dogs. She loves Dodger. She didn't at first. There was a time he sat on her when she was little."

Sophia laughs. "He sat on her?"

"Yep. It was funny. There is a video of it. I'm sure you can look it up and find it."

"I can look..."

"Here take my phone." He says picking it up out of the cup holder. "I'm sure I have it on there."

"Your okay with me going through your phone?"

"Sure, I trust ya. I have nothing to hide." He says and turns to her and smiles then looks back at the road

"Okay." She slides her finger up and the lock screen comes up. "Uh...what's your password?"

"0681."

Sophia unlocks it and opens his gallery and looks through. "Wow you have a lot of pics and videos. I thought I had a lot."

He smiles. "It should be I think the 5th video on there."

"I think I found it." She clicks play.

When Dodger hears his name he lifts his head up. Chris looks back at him. "It's okay bubba."

"Awww, poor Stella."

Then Sophia laughs. "That's cute." She sets the phone back in the cup holder.

"Yeah he just did that. He just planted himself on top of her. She didn't know what to do."

"Yeah. So I guess if I were to look you up there would be a lot of videos of you on the internet?"

Chris laughs. "Yeah I'm sure there is. I don't go looking though."

"Right."

"I won't do that do though."

"What look me up?" he laughs.

"Right. If I want to know something I'll ask you."

Chris smiles. "Thanks Sof." He says as he rubs her hand again then lifts it up to his lips and kisses it. Sophia smiles. Just then Sophia's phone goes off. She picks it up and sees a text from Tiffany.

Tiffany-Check this video out.

Without thinking, Sophia clicks on the link and this video comes up.

Chris hears her phone.

"Sof, what are you watching?"

"Uh...not sure. Cassie sent..."

Then she hears the line. "Chris Evans is an ass man."

"Oh my gosh! She didn't." She quickly turns it off and sets the phone in her lap. Chris looks over at her and sees she is blushing.

"What was that about?"

"Uh...nothing."

"Nothing? Why would Cassie send you a video like that?"

"Umm." Sophia continues to blush.

Chris smiles and rubs her hand. "Your blushing. What's going on that's got you all embarrassed?"

"Well uh...the other day Cassie and I were talking and she said..."

"Yes?"

"She told me you said in an interview that your an..."

"That I am a what?"

"You're a..."

"Sof, what is it? Just say it."

"An ass man." She says really quickly.

Chris laughs. "I did say that a while back yes."

"Is it...it is true?" Sophia asked blushing again and biting her lower lip

Chris smiles. "maybe." He says with a smirk.

Chris then pulls into a big parking lot and after driving around a little he finally finds a parking space. He turns the car off then turns to Sophia. "Are you ready for your surprise?"

She smiles and nods. "I have been ready for a while."

Chris climbs out and walks around and opens her door. She gets out and he closes it and opens the back door and Dodger jumps out. He grabs his leash and attaches it to his collar. He walks to the trunk and takes out a basket.

"Could you carry this?" He asks holding it out to Sophia.

"Sure." She takes the basket from him.

Chris then pulls out a cooler. Holding Dodgers leash in one hand and the cooler in the other and he say, "Alright lets go."

Sophia carries the basket and follows Chris. He walks to the dock where a lot of boats are. He walks into the office. The young man behind the counter says, "Can I help you?"

"Yes, I have a reservation for Evans."

The young man types on his computer. "Chris Evans? The private tour?"

"Yes."

"Yes, your boat is waiting for you. Its dock 7."

Chris nods and walks out. Sophia follows him.

"Wow, Chris this is..."

"Just you wait." He smiles.

A young man greets them. "You must be Chris and Sophia."

"Yes."

"I am John." He looks down at Dodger.

"And who is this?" He asks with a smile.

"This is Dodger."

John reaches down and pets Dodgers head. "Hello boy." He then looks back at Chris and Sophia.

"Well lets get going. Climb aboard.

Chris climbs on and sets the cooler down and Dodger jumps on then he reaches out his hand for Sophia's. She takes his hand and he helps her on.

John unties the rope from the dock and the boat then starts moving away. Dodger sits near the edge of the boat and Chris and Sophia sit next to him. Chris has his arm around Sophia. She is looking out over the water. "Wow this is incredible. Chris."

He smiles. "Glad you like it."

Just then Sophia sees something jump in the water. "What was that?"

John smiles and says, "That was a seal. You will see a lot of them. Keep watching and we will see lots of them."

Just as the words left his mouth she sees a whole bunch of them.

"Oh my gosh! Wow!"

One then comes closer to the boat and its right next to Sophia.

"Aww he's so cute."

The man starts telling them some facts about the seals and then later the sun starts going down and view is amazing. Sophia is amazed she has never seen anything like it before.

"This is so romantic. Wow, its beautiful."

She even sees a sail boat ahead of them

"Chris thank you. This is the best date I've ever been on."

Chris smiles and leans down and kisses her lightly on the lips. "Glad you like it."

"Are you ready to get off for a bit?" John asks Chris.

Chris looks at Sophia "Are you getting hungry?"

"Yes a little."

"Yes you can pull off."

John pulls over to a private island and parks the boat. Chris stands and holds out his hand to Sophia. She takes it and he pulls her up and places a soft kiss to her lips then picks up the cooler and leads them off the boat. "Oh I forgot the basket." Sophia says.

"I'll get it." Chris says after they are off the boat. He has set the cooler on the sand. He climbs on and grabs the basket and gets Dodger. He heads back to where Sophia is standing. He opens the basket and takes out a towel and spreads it out. "Sof, come here."

She walks over to him. "Have a seat."

She sits down and he joins her. He starts pulling things out of the basket.

"I wish I had worn my swim suit."

Chris smiles. "It's okay. We can do that another time. I couldn't tell you to wear it I was afraid I would spoil the surprise."

"I would have still been surprised."

"Well, next time." He says handing her a sandwich.

She takes it as she says, "Okay, thanks."

Dodger lays down on the sand beside them.

They sit in silence and eat their dinner. Sophia enjoys looking out over the water. Every once in a while she sees a seal jump in the water. They finish eating and sit for a few minutes on the towel. Sophia sits in front of Chris and he has arms wrapped around her.

"This is so wonderful Chris. Thanks for bringing me here."

"Your welcome. Glad you have enjoyed it."

She looks up at him and smiles. He smiles back then leans down and kisses her. He reluctantly pulls away.

"We should probably get back. We have a long drive back to your house."

She sighs. "Yeah I guess your right. Even though I hate to go. This has been so wonderful and I love being here with you."

Chris smiles. "Me too. But I promise, we will come back sometime." He says and leans down kisses her lightly on the lips. He then stands up and holds out his hand. After she takes his hand he pulls her up. She helps him fold up the towel and put in the basket. She picks up the basket and he picks up the cooler and takes Dodger's leash. After getting back on the boat and getting themselves situated on the boat John pulls away from the island. A few minutes later he is back at the dock.

"Thank you so much." Chris says

"Your welcome. Hope you enjoyed it."

"We did, very much." Chris smiles and pulls out his wallet and pulls out some money and holds it out to him.

"Oh no, you don't owe me anything. It was my pleasure."

"Please take it. You did an amazing job and we kept you past the time we were allowed."

"That's okay. I could tell how special this was for both of you and again it was my pleasure. You owe me nothing Mr. Evans." He says smiling.

Chris nods and puts the money back in his wallet. After getting the basket, cooler and Dodger they walked back to Chris's car.

As Chris drives back to Sophia's house it is mostly quiet. At one point he looks over at her and sees she is sound asleep. He looks in his review mirror and sees Dodger is asleep in the back seat. He smiles. He is loving being able to spend time Sophia. He knows he is falling for her, but its too soon to admit that to her. He knows he wants to keep going out with her and getting to know her and see where this leads. He has never met anyone like her before. He loves the fact that he can be himself around her.

Author note-This is the last chapter I am copying from wattpad. I am working on the next chapter but not sure when it will be out. I am not having a lot of time to write right now because of school, but I will try to get it out soon. Just bear with me.

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Racing Hearts - Part 4 // Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: The first encounter with being in the public eye - and you're not to happy about it. But also: FIRST DAY ON THE PADDOCK!

Masterlist Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: Pure Fluff and some snuggling

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

A/N: So, we are on our first day on the paddock :) AND I'M SO EXCITED THAT IT'S RACEWEEKEND AGAIN! (not only in my story)

Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional, and any character portrayals are just how I wrote them - hence fictional! I don't know them, except my OCs.

Tagging: @liebgotts-lovergirl, @softly-writes, @bellewintersroe, @faithm120601, @needtokeepfeelingsincheck, @bbygrllllllll

After your wonderful date, you woke up with a big smile plastered on your face, but just as the day before, Sofia came jumping into your room.

"Holy sweet cheeks, you are already famous!" she exclaimed, and you looked at her confused.

"What the hell are you talking about, Sof?" you asked, rubbing your eyes.

Sofia took out her phone and held it into your face. "About this, silly. They wrote about you. In the news !!"

You took Sofia's phone and stared at the tabloid.

Love Afloat: Charles Leclerc's Yacht Romance with Mystery Blonde - Is Isabella Rossi History? Monaco's beloved racer, Charles Leclerc, was seen sharing an intimate moment on his yacht with a stunning unknown blonde beauty. The pair seemed to be in a world of their own as they exchanged a passionate kiss under the Mediterranean sun. But what about his long-term relationship with glamorous model Isabella Rossi? Have the winds of change blown a new love into Charles's life? Our exclusive sources reveal that the young couple's romance has hit the rocks, with whispers of tension and heated arguments. Could this encounter with the mysterious blonde be a sign of moving on? We can't help but wonder - is Charles Leclerc ready to sail away from the past and embrace a new adventure with this enchanting stranger? Stay tuned as we keep you updated on all the juicy details!

You sat up straight in your bed, reading the article. "What the fuck! What is this?"

Sofia cocked an eyebrow. "This, my dear, is called being in the spotlight."

"What? I mean... why?" you asked, giving Sofia back her phone.

"Because you, sweetie, are dating Charles Leclerc. That's why." Sofia lay down on your bed, looking through the article again.

"We're not dating. We're just..."

"Snuggling?"

You took your pillow and threw it at Sofia, who looked at you shocked, but then you two started laughing.

"Just ignore it, okay? They write about everything they can get their hands on", Sofia assured you and you thought about it. You tried not to let this get to you.

The days passed, and Charles and you spent a lot of time together. He showed you all his favorite spots and places you would've never seen as a normal tourist.

As Monaco race week approached, Charles had to focus on the race more and more, and he had less time to spend with you. At that time, he sent you random cute texts to let you know that he was thinking of you.

You felt like you were in a dream, watching from the sidelines as Charles worked hard to prepare for the race. You knew how important this was to him, but it was hard not to feel a little left behind.

You didn't take it too personally, as you spent the days with Sofia and, to your surprise, also with Lorenzo, who was with them a lot since the encounter at Jimmy'z.

One morning Sofia and you went shopping to get new clothes for the race, as the brunette stated. And by shopping, Sofia meant raiding her father's store, among others.

When you approached Starbucks for a coffee, you almost collided with someone, and as you looked up, it was no other than Isabella. Charles's ex.

She looked you up and down, clearly remembering you. "Well, would you look at that? This is the new one I told you about", she said to her posse, and they giggled.

"This? You're telling me that Charles is dating this?" her friend said, and you and Sofia exchange a gaze.

"Yes, apparently. But don't worry. As soon as he realizes that that isn't good enough for him, he will come crawling right back to me", Isabella said, giving you a dirty look.

Sofia snorted, amused. "Wow, you really are as conceited as I thought you would be." She stood closer to Isabella, since she was almost as tall as Isabella. "Let me tell you one thing, starveling, just stay away from my girl here, and it would be best if you would from Charles, too. He is with her now, and he is as happy as he can be."

Isabella lost her face for a millisecond before she smirked at Sofia. "And what if I don't?"

Sofia snorted again. "If I see you near Y/N, I'll promise you, you won't recognize your face in a mirror for a long time."

Isabella and Sofia gave each other an eye duel before Isabella turned around and walked away with her posse.

"You know, you don't have to defend me, right? I'm more than capable of doing that myself."

Sofia chuckled. "I know, but little Miss My-Daddy-paid-for-my-modeling-career doesn't need to know that for now, does she?"

You and Sofia looked at each other and then laughed. "You're right."

As you and Sofia walked through the bustling paddock during Monaco Raceweek, your excitement was palpable. The atmosphere was electrifying, with the sounds of engines and the energy of the racing world surrounding them. The VIP and Ferrari pass that Charles had given them made you feel both special and a bit nervous, being amidst all the action.

As you turned a corner, they spotted Pierre chatting with some of the team members near the Scuderia Ferrari garage. He was wearing his Alpine Shirt. You exchanged a quick glance with Sofia, who offered a reassuring smile.

Pierre turned and noticed the two familiar faces approaching him. His eyes widened in surprise, and then a warm grin spread across his face. "Well, well, look who we have here!" he exclaimed, giving you and Sofia a playful wink.

You smiled back, relieved by Pierre's friendly greeting. "Hey, Pierre! It's great to see you again."

Sofia chimed in, "We're so excited to be at the Monaco Grand Prix. This whole experience is unbelievable."

Pierre gestured towards the garage, his excitement evident. "Welcome to the heart of Formula 1, ladies. It's the most prestigious race of the season, and it's going to be one hell of a weekend."

As they chatted, you noticed Charles making his way toward you, and your heart fluttered with excitement. He looked dashing in his Ferrari team attire, and your smile grew even wider. Charles gave Pierre a nod of acknowledgment before his gaze locked onto yours.

"Hey," Charles said warmly, pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek. "I see you've met Pierre again." He winked at his best friend, knowing well of your past playful banter.

You laughed, feeling more at ease with Pierre around. "Yes, and he's been showing us around the paddock. It's incredible!"

"Wait till you see the race," Charles said, a sparkle in his eyes. "It's going to be something else."

Pierre, ever the teasing friend, leaned in and grinned. "So, Charles, you didn't tell me you had such beautiful company joining us today."

Charles rolled his eyes but chuckled. "You know Y/N, and you know Sofia. They're here to enjoy the race."

Pierre raised his hands in mock defense. "I'm just saying, it's not every day we have two stunning ladies on the paddock."

Sofia laughed at the playful banter between the two friends while you blushed, feeling both flattered and a little bashful. You knew that Pierre was teasing, since you also knew that a lot of celebrities are attending the Formula 1 races, especially in Monaco.

As the day at the paddock drew to a close, it was time for you and Sofia to bid farewell to Pierre. You exchanged warm hugs and promises to catch up again soon. After Pierre left, Charles led them to the prestigious Ferrari motorhome, an exclusive area where the team members relaxed and strategized during the race weekend.

"Welcome to our humble abode," Charles said with a grin, gesturing toward the impressive motorhome.

You and Sofia stepped inside, your eyes widening in awe at the luxurious interior. Charles introduced you to some of the Ferrari team members, who greeted you warmly. Then, he led you to meet Carlos Sainz, his teammate.

"Hey, Carlos, these are some friends of mine, Y/N and Sofia," Charles said, smiling.

Carlos shook your hands with a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you both. I see Charles wanted you to have the supreme package."

You chuckled. "Oh, he's certainly not shy about it."

Sofia laughed, playfully nudging you. "And she's not shy about teasing him either. It's great to meet you, Carlos."

Carlos and Sofia seemed to hit it off immediately, engaging in lively conversation about the race, their experiences, and their interests outside of Formula 1. You couldn't help but smirk as you noticed the ease with which they connected.

Charles looked on, amused by the interaction between his teammate and Sofia. "Looks like you two are getting along well," he remarked.

Carlos nodded, grinning. "Yeah, Sofia is fun to talk to. You've got good taste in friends, Charles."

"Hey, I know," Charles replied with a playful wink, looking at you.

As the evening progressed, you and Sofia enjoyed spending time with the Ferrari team, soaking in the atmosphere of camaraderie and excitement. You were treated to a delicious snack and even got to see the team strategizing and preparing for the upcoming race.

As it was getting later, Charles walked up to you while Sofia was once again talking to Carlos.

"So... What do you say? Want to come over tonight?" he asked, and you looked at him a little surprised.

Before you could answer something, Sofia ran up to her. "OMG, Y/N, Carlos asked me out to dinner. You don't mind, do you?" she asked, and you looked at her.

"Of course not! Have fun!", you said and pushed Sofia in Carlos's direction. The two were talking and then said their goodbyes.

"So, does that mean you have time?" Charles asked, and you smiled.

"Apparently, I do."

Charles smiled and walked out of the paddock with you, leading you to his car. You were photographed as you left the paddock, and you tried to lower your head as best as you could. Charles led you to his car, and then you drove to his apartment.

As you entered, Charles put his things down and looked at you. "So, what do you wanna do?"

You smiled and looked around in his living room, especially at the big TV. You grinned at Charles, and he understood.

"Movie night it is", he smiled. He walked over to his room. "Do you want something more comfortable to wear?" he asked you from the bedroom.

"Oh, that would be great", you answered, and he stood in the door with some short sweatpants and a shirt. You took them and smiled at him.

"You can change in there. I'll put on something more comfortable as well", he said, pointing at the clothes in his hands as he made his way to the bathroom.

You went into his bedroom, changing into more comfortable clothes. You put her hair in a messy bun and decided to remove your makeup. Since you felt that comfortable with Charles, you didn't care.

As you stepped out of the bedroom again, Charles was already lighting some candles and his cozy living room, dimly lit by the soft glow of flickering candles strategically placed around the room. The evening sun has set, and the darkness outside is met with the warm ambiance inside.

Then you heard a popping coming from the kitchen when you smiled at Charles. "I see, you are prepared" you grinned, and he nodded.

"Hey, no movie without popcorn", he smiled, and then he realized that you were purely natural now, with no make-up and your hair in a messy bun. And he loved it.

He finished preparing the popcorn before hopping onto the couch and patting next to himself to invite you to sit with him. You smiled and sat down next to him as he spread a blanket over you.

"So, what movie should we watch?" Charles asked, looking at you with a playful grin.

Your face lit up with excitement, and you couldn't hide your enthusiasm for fantasy movies. "Oh, there are so many great ones to choose from! How about 'Lord of the Rings'? Or 'Harry Potter'? Or maybe 'The Chronicles of Narnia'?"

Charles chuckled, realizing that you had a vast selection of fantasy movies to choose from. "You really love your fantasy, don't you?" he teased.

You nodded eagerly, "Absolutely! I love the magical worlds and the epic adventures. It's like escaping to another realm."

Charles chuckled and looked at you with adoration, as you were already dipping into a different world. "Which one is your favorite?"

You looked at him, blushing. "Well, my all-time favorite is still Y/F/M, I guess", you said shyly, and he got up from the couch, and to your surprise, he put it in.

"Y/F/M it is", he said and sat back down.

You smiled warmly at him and then cuddled closer to him so that your bodies touched. As the movie went on, you got closer and closer to each other so that when the movie was almost finished, Charles had his arm around your back, softly caressing the skin on your back, as your shirt slid up a little and you had your head on his chest and one leg over his, breathing in his scent.

As the movie night comes to an end, you and Charles find yourselves wrapped in each other's embrace, still feeling the excitement and emotions of the films you watched. The closeness you shared during the movie has intensified your feelings for each other, and the atmosphere in the room becomes charged with undeniable chemistry.

Your lips meet in a passionate kiss, and you both feel the spark between you grow stronger. Your hands gently explore each other's bodies, and your hearts race with desire. However, amidst the passion, your voice breaks the moment.

"Charles," you whispers, your breath slightly uneven. "I... I'm not ready to take this step yet."

Charles stops immediately, understanding the importance of your words. He pulls back, looking into your eyes with genuine care and respect. "Y/N, I completely understand. We don't have to rush anything. I want to be with you, but only when you're ready."

You smiled gratefully, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. You appreciated Charles's understanding and the fact that he respected your boundaries. "Thank you, Charles. I really care about you, and I don't want to ruin what we have by rushing things."

Charles caressed your cheek tenderly, "You won't ruin anything. I'm here for you, and I want to take things at your pace. We'll always communicate openly and honestly about what we're comfortable with."

You pushed yourself up a little and gave him another tender kiss. "You are just the perfect gentleman, aren't you?"

Charles chuckled. "What can I say? My Mom had some strong opinions when it came to her parenting."

You smiled. "And what about your dad?" You noticed an immediate shift in his demeanor, and your smile faded. "Sorry, I didn't mean to overstep."

"You didn't", Charles said softly, smiling at you with a sad smile. "It's just that my Dad died a few years ago. He was really sick and well..." Charles sighed. "He is the reason I am what I am now."

You looked at Charles and caressed his chest, comforting him. "I'm sorry about your Dad, Charles."

"It's okay... Well, it was hard, but we managed." He cleared his throat and pulled you a little closer. "What about your family? I never asked. How are they feeling about you, being gone for so long?"

You chuckled. "Well, I'm really close to my Mom. It was always us two against the world." You averted your gaze slightly and pressed your lips together. "My Dad... Well, let's just say he's gone for a long time."

Charles realized that you didn't want to talk about it further and accepted it. "So, do you wanna watch another one or head to bed?" he asked instead.

You looked at your phone for the time and then stood up slowly. You stretched out your hand to Charles to pull him to his feet. "Bed it is. You have a tough day tomorrow, Mr."

Charles laughed and stood up as well. You put out all the candles and the electronics before heading to bed. You snuggled up to Charles as he opened his arms warmly for you. You could hear his heartbeat and just felt comfortable.

As you lay in each other's arms, Charles took a deep breath, gathering the courage to ask the question that's been on his mind. He looked into your eyes, a mix of vulnerability and hope in his gaze.

"Y/N, I've been thinking a lot about us, about where this is going," he began softly. "And I know it's still early, but I can't help but wonder what you see for us in the future."

Your heart skipped a beat at his question, and you appreciated his willingness to discuss your relationship openly. You took a moment to gather your thoughts, wanting to be honest with him.

"I've been thinking about it too," you admitted, your voice steady. "And I have to be honest with you, Charles. When we started this whole thing, I wasn't looking for anything serious. I wasn't prepared for the way I'm feeling about you now."

Charles nodded, understanding where you were coming from. "I felt the same way, to be honest. I never expected to fall for someone that quickly, especially with my career and everything that comes with it. But being with you has changed everything, Y/N. You've become such an important part of my life."

You smiled softly, feeling a warmth in your heart. "You're important to me too, Charles. That's why I'm worried about how all of this will work out. Your career is incredible, and I don't want to be the reason you miss out on anything."

He took her hand, gently intertwining your fingers. "Y/N, you're not holding me back. I want to be with you, no matter what. Yes, my career can be demanding, and there will be challenges, but I believe we can face them together."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and love in his gaze. "I want to be with you, too," you said softly. "But I'm just scared of how it might change things."

Charles nodded, understanding your fears. "It's natural to be scared, Y/N. But we don't have to figure it all out right now. Let's take it one step at a time, enjoy being together, and see where life takes us. And if at any point you feel overwhelmed or unsure, we'll talk about it, okay?"

Your heart swelled with love for this understanding man. "Okay," you replied, a small smile forming on your lips. "I'd like that."

He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Good, because I really care about you, Y/N. And I want to be there for you, no matter what."

You cuddled closer, feeling a sense of peace wash over you.

[etherellez]

* ─ 🎬 have you heard of SOFIA DE LA VEGA yet?     i believe they’ve been living in LA for FOUR YEARS.     they’re currently cast as an ACTRESS in the movie.     somethings that remind me of them are: OLD PAGEANT CROWNS DISPLAYED LIKE DECOR, FRESHLY PRINTED SCRIPTS WITH NOTES SCRIBBLED IN THE MARGINS, A PLAYLIST OF SOOTHING JAZZ AND INDIE POP IN THE BACKGROUND, PERFECTLY POISED POSTURE FROM YEARS OF BEING ON STAGE, PRACTICING LINES WHILE DOING MUNDANE TASKS.     before joining this project, i’ve heard they were known for being CAPTIVATING, METICULOUS, AND OPTIMISTIC. however, on the down side, they’re also known to be NAÏVE, PERFECTIONIST AND SELF-CRITICAL.     because of this, they’re often labeled as THE PRISTINE.  i just hope they come to set prepared. especially since I’ve heard those call times are going to be pretty early !

˛ ⠀ * ⠀ ଓ ⠀basic .

full name : sofia leonor de la vega

nicknames : sof, sofi feel free to create more

age : twenty - three

birth date : july 8th

zodiac : cancer ☼, pisces ☾, virgo ⤿

occupation : former pageant queen & actress

˛ ⠀ * ⠀ ଓ ⠀biography .

sofia de la vega had spent most of her life in a sequined gown, under the glow of stage lights, with her mother’s voice in her ear. “smile bigger. stand taller. be perfect.” pageants were her whole world, and for years, she didn’t question it. why would she? winning came naturally. it was easy to believe she was destined for the crown when she had a shelf full of trophies and a mother who reminded her, every day, that she was born to be admired.

then, at eighteen, everything changed.

a talent scout spotted her mid-pageant, somewhere between the evening gown round and the final q&a. within weeks, she had an agent, a contract, and a one-way ticket to los angeles. alone.

for the first time, sofia had to figure things out without her mother’s instructions. she was sweet and eager to please, but painfully naive, having spent her whole life in a controlled environment where her mother managed everything. that first year in LA was overwhelming—auditioning for commercials, landing bit parts as “flirty girl #2,” and constantly wondering if she was doing enough. but she worked hard, harder than anyone expected.

and then, she booked a dramedy show.

it was supposed to be a small arc—six episodes playing the estranged daughter of the lead—but something clicked. sofia fell in love with acting in a way she hadn’t expected. she wasn’t just reciting lines; she was feeling them, understanding them, bringing a character to life. the audience noticed. critics noticed. for the first time, she wasn’t just another pretty face in hollywood.

four years later, sofia’s career was on the rise. she had a few bigger roles under her belt now, enough that people recognized her at coffee shops, enough that she was invited to events with actors she had idolized growing up. but she was still “new” compared to most of her co-stars—still figuring out the industry, still learning how to hold her own in a world that wasn’t always kind.

and then there was her mother.

the moment sofia’s name started appearing in entertainment blogs, valeria resurfaced, calling more often, hinting at ways she could “help” manage sofia’s career. sofia loved her mother—she really did. but she had fought too hard for her independence to hand it back now.

˛ ⠀ * ⠀ ଓ ⠀extras .

first of all; yes, that 'sofia' in the graphic is in her handwriting

she has major mom friend vibes. she's the one who calls an uber for your drunken ass, or lets you crash on her couch because she's too scared to let you in an uber by yourself. has advil ready in the following morning and doesn't give you too much crap as she retells you all the embarrassing things you did

^ which is funny and rhetorical since she honestly hates letting people take care of her

(parental death tw) has never had a pet because her mom is allergic to cats while her dad was allergic to dogs. after his passing, she never even considered adopting one. it might change bc my muses always end up with pets.

she's fluent in english, spanish, french. would love to learn Italian just because she thinks it sounds really pretty.

sofia was put into piano lessons when she was only 5 and has been playing ever since. though now she usually finds herself seated in front of one when she's too stressed or anxious and needs to not think for a good thirty minutes.

˛ ⠀ * ⠀ ଓ ⠀connections .

pr boyfriend : holden brown

ride or die : sofia and muse have been in the la scene for about the same time (around 4-5 years) and they've been to a bunch of open casting auditions together and spent far too much time sitting on shitty chairs until their asses were sore. they've grown together; celebrating yes's and drinking away the pain of no's. muse is truly one of sofia's best friends and they're often spotted around the city of angels whenever their schedules align

best friends

frenemies

straight up enemies

old flames, hook ups, 'we drunkenly made out at some random party but never talked about it and it's weird, so we try not to act weird and make everything worse'

neighbors ( she lives on her own in a pretty fancy apartment )

[imogenkol]

— WIP WEDNESDAY

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Originally intended for this to be a flufftober prompt but seeing as it’s November now I figured I’d just post it here and maybe I’ll work it into something else in the future. Anyway, enjoy a sweet little moment where Bix gets to see a side of Imogen that no one else does

The market bustled at this time of day, before the suns reached their apex and the cool morning breeze still lingered in the air. The vast collection of goods were just as diverse as the eager patrons who traveled from stand to stand, filling their bags and baskets with fresh produce from all over the galaxy.

Bix surveyed the crowd carefully, occasionally watching Imogen by her side to gauge her demeanor. Like always, the other woman kept her expression and body language mostly neutral, though no one found her intense gaze very pleasant to perceive for too long. Bix laced their fingers together proudly and Imogen gave her a reassuring squeeze. 

A Mon Calamari raised their voice at a Rodian shop owner close by as they aggressively bartered, and once again, Bix checked Imogen’s reaction. Only, the bounty hunter hadn’t so much as spared a glance in that direction, she seemed much more focused on something else. The mechanic tracked her eyeline to a stall stockpiled with exotic fruits. Immediately, Bix grew suspicious of the vendor. 

The elderly Togruta woman smiled and offered samples of her stock to passers by. Nothing about her seemed particularly off, but clearly something piqued Imogen’s interest enough to hold her attention above all other stalls. 

Bix leaned in and whispered “What is it? What do you see?”

Imogen glanced at her questioningly and shook her head. “Nothing, I was just… let us move on.”

Curiosity planted Bix’s boots firmly on the ground as Imogen attempted to lead them away. She looked back at the stand and back at Imogen, noting the slight longing in her steel gray eyes. She realized Imogen had not been staring at the Togruta at all… she had been admiring the ripe, colorful fruits. “Are you hungry?”

“No, I am alright,” she answered dismissively. 

“But you want some fruit,” Bix stated, a smile slowly growing across her lips.

“I do not.” Imogen avoided her gaze, but it still flicked over to the pile of fruit briefly as she gently urged Bix to follow her. “Let us continue.”

The mechanic shrugged and slipped out of her grip. “Suit yourself, but I’m getting something.”

“Bix,” Imogen called ineffectually as the woman made her way over to the stall.

The Togruta woman greeted them both as they approached and Bix took in the impressive display before her. Everything from desert plums to meiloorun fruit to a few she couldn’t even name caught her eye. All of them were so ripe that a pleasant waft of sweetness flowed into her lungs as she inhaled. She picked up a few and inquired about the ones she was unfamiliar with. Imogen remained silent, though Bix noted her eyes linger on a purple fruit with jagged white stripes.

“I’ll take a few of these, too,” Bix announced to the vendor and pointed at the jogan fruit. She sensed Imogen’s smirk even though she pretended not to notice. 

The vendor gathered their purchase and handed a bundle of fruit to Bix as she accepted the credits. Once they walked away, Imogen reached over and grabbed a jogan out of its container. 

“You are not subtle,” she remarked playfully.

“Neither are you.” Bix threw her a knowing look and motioned at the fruit in her hand. “You couldn’t take your eyes off these, I was starting to get jealous.”

“They are fantastic in a tart,” Imogen stated factually and pulled out a small blade from her belt. 

Bix watched her slice through the soft flesh of the jogan fruit, carving out a bite-sized piece to offer her before serving herself. Bix gladly accepted it. “I didn’t know you liked, well, anything sweet.”

Imogen gave her one of those rare, genuine smiles that made the world stop spinning for a moment. “You know better than anyone that there are a few indulgences I am unable to resist.” 

Even though it was such a simple thing, the mechanic adored this side of the bounty hunter. The way Imogen’s eyes sparkled with a bit of joy as she shared her favorite fruit made warmth bloom in Bix’s chest. It was a glimpse of the way things could be one day. The two of them could visit all sorts of markets, trading stories on foods they grew up on, ones they tried and hated, and what they were willing to taste for the first time together. It was one of the more naive daydreams perhaps, but one of the very few Bix did not mind imagining as her arm looped through Imogen’s once again.

[movedwercs]

Sleepy as all hell, ay.

I ain't slept that long since before I landed in the Crags.

I wound up skippin' past my shop an' visitin' Minnie. I prefer roughin' it, but I'm a big fan a' treatin' myself after a whammy of a job like I was jus' up to.

Especially one with so many untied loose ends, the kind what can't be tied up, too, ay.

An' Minnie's got such a sof' bed. Brought her offworlder's royalty-arse bed when she moved into that tower in north Bandame. A big sof' bed with a big sof' woman in it. An' that's jus' the bonus to gettin' to see the one o' the few offworlders I'm actually sweet on.

[blue-jisungs]

hi i saw you wanted some moots games the other day :))

so how about your moots as romantic tropes? unless you've already done something like that then maybe au tropes?

love ya and take care! 🩵

WAAAH THABK U!!! i didn’t do neither of them so i’ll mix them both bc why not (and bc it will make my suffering less miserable bc THE CHOICES) LOVE U TOO!!!! also sorry it took so long 💔

@l3visbby ola you’d be the older student that everyone looks up to and has a crush on 🤭 like uni au, bumping into u on the hallway and just love at first sight ☝️

@slytherinshua classmates to lovers. like again, school au lol but imagine zanna helping you out with math or english, tutoring and you can’t help but stare in awe <\\3

@enluv summer holiday love but with a happy ending. just meeting coco on a beach n instantly clicking!! spending your summer together and exchanging numbers bc you’d be an idiot to lose contact with coco!!!! (it may or may not be inspired by the previous game i did but shhh)

@mirxzii roxie… the cute cashier at a bakery. not only the baked goods r sweet but so is roxie, and you can’t help but always come back to the bakery even if it’s totally not on your way home… and in the end roxie notices, slipping her phone numer into one of the bags with your order teehee

@fairyhaos hmmm… maybe flower shop au? steeping by the shop bc you heard it just opened and you find yourself more interested in yena, the florist, than the actual flowers 🫣

@planetkiimchi childhood friends to lovers!!! growing up w kimchi you don’t realise you’re head over heels for her but then when you realise there’s a potential threat (a guy flirting?!)… you come to a conclusion that the funnt feeling in your stomach each time u hung out with kimchi was BUTTERFLIES!!!

@etherealyoungk guard x royalty (?). skye the only heir and princess is perfect inside and out: smart, caring, kind and beautiful. so as her guard you can’t help but fall for her little by little until you find yourself completely in love (who wouldn’t tho)

@wheeboo academic rivals to lovers. LMAO but like imagine rania as your rival id cry. but you’re so competitive, bickering all the time and when you fail one time you realise that rania’s smile is waaaay better than all those prizes you’ve won so far 🫣

@wqnwoos cold, distant boss x newbie intern!! hana is the boss (hehe), a little bit scary… but as an intern you have to do your best!! little do you know that the reason of why you have so so much job lately is because your boss wants you to be around for longer hehe 🤭

@malarign a bit angsty but amnesia. you wake up one day, not knowing a thing and just seeing joo in front of you. who the heck is that?! oh, you lost your memory…? but worry not, joo - your partner helps you recover the memories patiently. with love and kindness, step by step, your memories come flooding back and you realise that no matter what you’ll fall for joo again and again

@icyminghao fake dating 😳 imagine dating the coolest n prettiest person ever, noelle… but sadly it’s not a real relationship. you both do this to bring your real crushes’ attention to you… but well, in the end… why do you feel so happy and giggly all the time when you’re with noelle? your ‘real’ crush doesn’t make you feel like this…

@ylliris-hanniehae hero x nurse trope?! ylli is the best friend you have and you can’t help but always come back to her if you get injured in a fight. ylli scolding you but in the same time treating your wounds gently makes u realise you’re in love !!

@txt-yaomi gasp. forbidden love. royalty au maybe? you’re both from diff, enemy families and you can’t be together… but how could you resist the feeling?! sof is the prettiest princess you’ve ever seen and you’re expected not to fall for her?! well for now it’s a secret, meeting and hanging out at midnight from all the curious gazes

[coffeepianojazzmusic]

Sweet Jazz Music at the Coffee Shop Lakeside ❄ Crackling Fireplace & Sof...

[tea-blankets-andstars]

hi :D (am i a special moot)

but for ur event!!

🍨- send me a character/ship and a trope and i'll write a microfic abt them

moonchaser, sickfic (remus is the sick one ofc bc hes. well. hes remus)

ALL FINISHEDDDD!!!

AHSIWJJEJEJW YAY I LOVE WRITING MOONCHASER

I took my ✨creative liberties✨ and made this a college muggle AU but I hope you like it!

☾ 𐂂 ☾

Remus liked to think he was a very clean person, thank you very much. He washes his hands at least six times a day, which some might find excessive but he- and his ocd -find it very necessary.

It was currently 3:17 and Remus was determined to finish his history essay before class in the morning but his head felt like it was gonna explode and he felt sweaty and sore, and how bad would it be if he just went to sleep now?

No, this essay couldn’t finish itself. He reached for the bottle of tylenol from the other side of his bed blindly pulled out two and swallowed, his throat extra dry as it went down. Just two more paragraphs.

An hour later, two cups of coffee, and about 50 times he almost dozed off, he was finally finished. And, oh, how soft and warm his bed was.

Then it wasn't. It was hot and sticky and he was cold and the small dorm bed was fucking hurting his back. Was college ever going to give him a break?

Probably not. Because the next morning he felt worse than when he had gotten mono back in 4th year-and that says a lot (never kiss Sirius when they say they aren’t sick). His essay was already turned in so what’s the harm in missing his morning class.

***

He opened his eyes again in the darkness. How much time had even passed, because he felt like he had lost sleep. He almost closed his eyes again until he was reminded of what had woken him up the first time. The knock, knock, knock on his door was soft but seemed to pound into his skull.

“Ugh” he grumbled into his pillow. “Get in or get out but for the love of all things just stop knocking!”

He heard the door click open followed by the shuffling of feet as whoever the person was removed their shoes- and possibly a bag -before approaching his bed.

“Honey?” It was James. “Hey I was worried about you today, you didn’t show up to any of your classes yesterday.”

Any of his classes, what time was it? He turned to look at the clock, sending his head spinning. 9:54.

“No” He scrambled up to a sitting position “No no no no no!”

“Rems? What's wrong”

“I was supposed to take a nap, not sleep through an entire day. I’m gonna be so behind!”

James cupped Remus’ face in his hands, smiling softly before his face changed; his eyes grew wide and he- quite aggressively -smacked the back of his hand to Remus’ forehead. Remus cocked an eyebrow at him wondering why his face brought such an aggressive reaction from his boyfriend who had seen his face hundreds of times.

“Oh my god, Remus you're burning up.” James stood up from his bed, “and your sheets are soaked through with sweat.”

Remus tentatively laid back down against his pillow and turned to peer through the doorway and watch as James turned into the bathroom and out of sight.

James returned a minute later mumbling to himself as he shrugged on his shoes.

“How do you not have any fever medicine? Or a thermometer for that matter.”

“I don’t have a fever.” He mumbled into his pillow

“Yes you do, c’mon honey.” He scooped up Remus under his arms and half dragged, half carried him into the chair that sat at the foot of his bed. James slipped on his converse and picked up his bag from the floor. He kissed Remus’ forehead and pushed back his sweaty hair with his hand.

“Trust me, my parents are doctors. Now I’m going to the store to get you a thermometer and some flu medicine, because I’m pretty sure you have the flu, and I’m also getting you some ice cream because I love you. So stay put and do not pick up your textbooks.” James opened the door and turned back to him, “I’ll be back soon okay?”

Remus gave a small smile, “okay.”

The door clicked behind him and Remus was left freezing in a chair with nothing to do. He resorted to leaning back and staring at the ugly dorm room ceiling until James came back.

***

James pulled Remus’s extra dorm key from his back pocket while trying to juggle the three shopping bags full of ice cream and various soup ingredients as well as the thermometer that Remus should definitely already own.

He finally managed to get the key in and he dropped the bags on the tiny kitchen counter and put all the groceries and ice cream where they belong, taking note at Remus’s almost empty kitchen. He walked across the small bedroom area where Remus was asleep- head slack back in the chair -and picked up the extra sheets where they were half folded on the floor. He ripped the sweaty ones off the bed and rolled them in a ball, the old sheets were replaced with the fresh ones and two extra blankets got piled on the bed.

He shook Remus' shoulder lightly but he didn’t even stir so James resorted to carrying him bridal-style the five steps to his bed. For someone so much taller than James, Remus was actually very light- probably because all his weight was stretched out over his 6’3” self, making him look like a skeleton while he slept.

Once Remus was comfortably tucked into the bed after briefly being woken up to have the medicine coaxed down his throat James went back into the kitchen to start making his mamá’s soup recipe.

The soup was simmering. Remus was sleeping. Papers were neatly stacked into Remus’s backpack. And a glass of water was set on the nightstand. So now that his boyfriend was taken care of, James had nothing left to do but finish his homework and wait for Remus to wake up.

***

Remus stumbled into the kitchen with the comforter wrapped himself feeling a little better than prior. He found James ladling what he assumed to be soup into a mug. He shuffled up against James and rested his chin on the top of his head.

“Smells good” Remus said, his voice scratchy

James finished filling up a second mug and turned to guide Remus into a chair. “Feeling better?” He asked.

“A little.” He took a sip of the soup

“I’m glad.” James smiled, “two more doses of medicine, some ice cream, soup, a lot more sleep and you’ll be good as new by tomorrow night.”

“Ice cream?” Remus pulled his head up to look at James

“Yep.” James let out a small laugh, “but only if you finish your soup.”

“Fine.” He tried to make a pout through his smile and instead took another sip of soup.

After the soup- and small bowl of chocolate ice cream -James kept Remus awake long enough to take another dose of medicine before bringing him back to bed. When he laid down he vaguely realized that James had changed his sheets, which was nice.

“Stay?” Remus asked, “you don’t have to get in the bed with me if you're worried about getting sick. The chair is nice as well or you could-” He was broken off by a small fit of coughs.

“Honey, of course I’ll stay. Sickness be damned.”

James crawled on top of the covers next to him and planted another kiss on Remus’ forehead.

If this is how he got treated while sick then he might just have to get sick more often, actually scratch that. He might have to allow himself to be taken care of more- on the rare occasion -that he did get sick.

Because this was nice. Remus felt secure and warm and full, and isn’t that what love was supposed to feel like? Remus felt really lucky to have someone, James especially, to take care of him.

[gnattyplayssims]

1949 Pt1 - The Romance Festival

Stefan hummed to himself as he lathered his face with shaving cream and dragged the razor across his skin. Kyler was coming to visit today! He hadn't seen his best friend since the fire when he had been adopted by a family in Brindleton Bay. Just occasional phone calls

Stefan waited impatiently for Kyler's arrival, even browsing the family photos.

"Whoh!" Kyler casually came up behind him, examining the wall. Look at all these pictures. Is that Sofia!? Wow! She's really grown up."

He whistled appreciatively. "Hey that's my sister!"

For a second the two boys just stared at each other as if gauging their relationship after all these years. Finally, Kyler laughed and pulled him into their secret handshake. Stefan returned the greeting, "I can't believe I still remember that"

"Some things should never change"

Didn't Mathias come with you?"

"Yeah, I think he was talking to your mom or something. I don't know." Kyler pulled out some magazines. "Check these out."

"Whoh! Is that...?"

"Yep...real ones."

"They're huge!"

"I know! Bigger then I imagined."

"These are even bigger!"

While the boys enjoyed their magazines Mathias had found Sofia in the kitchen. "Mathias, I didn't know you were coming."

"Stefan didn't tell you? I just moved to Prescott Square. Hey we should hit the carnaval this weekend. Just you and me."

"Oh. Okay. Yeah."

"I don't like that boy, Anabelle."

"Why not? He seems like a sweet, hard-working young man. He's working at the thrift shop and he was asking me about the garden."

"I don't like the way he looks at Sof."

"Are you sure, you're not just being an overprotective dad?"

"Maybe."

"How bout we don't worry about it right now and take advantage of the kids being distracted by their friends." Hezekiah grinned. "I like the way you think." It didn't take long for them to be naked on the bed taking full advantage of the opportunity while they had it.

That weekend, Mathias took Sofia to the Carnaval but neglected to mention that the carnaval was having a Lovers Weekend. The whole place was decorated with flower petals and lotus candles and performers from San Myshuno City.

"Let's go get you loosened up with some Sakura."

He led her over to the fountain and she stared at the glass nervously. "This looks weird. There's a flower in it. Is it juice"

"It's some kind of tea...but it'll make you feel good. Just drink it."

She took a sip, the sweet taste washing over her and making her feel all tingly.

While Sofia was experiencing the tea Mathias had his eyes on one of the San My performers as she walked by. Her dress left very little to the imagination. He wondered if he could find something like that for Sofia.

Sofia was looking a little flushed "Did it get warmer out here?"

"Psst girl!" A man standing near the Sakura waved his arm to get her attention. "The road you're on is a dangerous one. But it's not too late for you...yet."

"What?"

"I'm a guru. I know the secrets of the Watcher. Heartache lies at the end of your current path."

Mathias bought her a burger and she told him about what the guru said. "You don't actually believe in that stuff do you?"

"Sure I do, they have wisdom from the Watcher."

"You're just repeating what he said. Don't believe everything you hear, Sof. He probably just wanted money."

"Guess we'd have to actually be in a relationship for that to come true anyway."

"What?"

She blushed, "Oh...nothing...forget it."

"Do you want to be in a relationship."

"Yes...I want to experience all the thrills and know what it's like to be...um...loved...like that."

"You mean woohoo?"

"I just mean I want to know what it's like. I've dreamt about it but-"

"Wait you've dreamt about woohoo? With who?" She turned bright red and he smirked. "Was it about me?"

"Forget I said anything, we're too young anyway."

"Who says we're too young?"

Mathias grabbed her sandwich off the table. "Give it back!"

"Not a chance, not until you tell me about this hot dream you had about me."

"I shouldn't have said that. That stupid Sakura is messing with my head."

"But I like this version of you." He laughed and she stood angrily

He held the burger farther away from her, "Don't give me those puppy eyes."

"Give me my burger back Mathias."

"I already told you my payment. I'm the one who bought it, I can take it if I want to."

Sofia lunged for him then, and he stumbled back not expecting the sudden attack

He held it out of her reach and pushed her against the table pinning her between it and himself. "So tell me, Was this dream passionate? Did we go all the way?"

"Stop, there are people around"

"It's a love festival, nobody cares. I asked you a question. Are you going to answer"

His hand started to move lower, "Stop."

He pulled back, "Fine, fine. You're the one who was asking what it felt like. I may have a bit of experience. Let me show you."

"Right here?"

"Well I won't show you everything. But come on I know that Sakura's making you wild by now."

They sat back on the bench and Mathias rested his hand on her knee moving slowly to where she was more sensititive.

"There's a lot of things we can do without going all the way." He took a bite of the sandwich smirking when she gasped. "Don't make a fool of yourself."

She was breathing heavily as he withdrew his hand. "Well?"

"Wow."

"I can show you more if you'd like, maybe not here but..."

"Just not woohoo...I...want to save myself...for marriage."

He snorted but didn't protest. "Fine. But there's still plenty more we can try

1949 Pt2 - Sofia's Deciever

[timottea]

okay @softhecreator you asked for some inexplicable reason for my bones and all thoughts and this is a shambles i am a mess but sof i feel like you'll understand

SO bones and all

basically end me

there were tears

twice actually

once at the end of course because oh my god when the music plays over him screaming his guts out nooooo no it took me back to fuckin sirius falling through the veil there's just something about quiet music playing over absolute agony HAHA BYE pain pain pain

the way he just keeps repeating those words as if maren could actually go through with it AND THEN SHE DOES SHE HAS NO CHOICE PAIIIN FHFJGG

and then next second luca the masochist cuts to a clean apartment no blood no trace of lee fuck you luca

then the coffee shop scene so soft so sweet and when the "you seem nice" "i AM nice" nope ouch

also when the camera moves as if you're maren looking at lee and it pans over his body starting from his elbow GOD idk why that affected me so much

like he's right there in front of you this other mirror this piece of yourself it's sitting right there watching you watching yourself SEEING yourself through him and you can't fucking keep eye contact it's too much

and watching maren discover that she is him he is her i could write a fucking essay

not as gory as i thought considering the subject matter

dare i say tastefully done

moving on

lee's little shoestring belt and cardigan fit was a LOOK

and that scene in the field on the hill and lee's death grip on maren's top as if she's all that's keeping him together oh my god

also the opening scene is so luca i almost started sobbing there and then

just all the textures on the paintings and the colours

so beautiful, the entire film is a masterpiece every frame every palette everyyyyythinngggg

"we could be people"

the little moments throughout the roadtrip like a beautiful mosaic ughhhhhg

the soft car scenes when either of them are sleeping

the whole discussion around keeping the truck until it breaks down my sentimental heart

maren's scene with her mother when i tell you i knocked my drink over i'm sure you'll understand

the soundtrack THE SOUNDTRACKKKKK so good

joy division on a ferris wheel what more could you want

but for balance the cringiest thing was timothée dancing to kiss like yes free spirit stupid fedora wearing disenfranchised indie cannibal i see the intent but all i saw was lanky baguette IM SORRY

however genuinely up there with his best performances

it's just so different but makes perfect sense for him like you can tell he put his entire soul into lee

boy really can't compete with taylor tho

this film is alllllll taylor's

her delivery of "all i think is that i love you" when i tell you my soul ascended to a higher plain

tho i do do get that thing people are saying

you miss lee when he's not on screen he's such a PRESENCE even when he's so obviously broken

basically i loved it so good luca is incredible but then what else is new

[cutedisneygirl]

The Unexpected

Warnings: none just fluff and sweet. I don't think I missed anything, if I did sorry, just let me know.

Chapter 6

Over the next two and half months Sofia spent a lot of time at home reading. She and Cassie hung out a little, but she often just wanted to be alone. She also started watching some of Chris's movies. She found herself thinking about him a lot, wishing she had a way to contact him. She knew she should tell him about the baby, but she had no way to contact him. She never told Cassie how she was feeling, she was afraid she would do something drastic, and she just wanted to let it be and see what happened. She was lonely at night home alone, but reading and watching Chris's movies helped her cop and feel better just a little. She tried not to think about Phillip. A month after he had left, she went through and got rid of all of his stuff. She didn't see him again since that day she saw him with the girl, she didn't go looking for him either.

Then on June 12th Sofia was at the store stocking some shelves when she heard her name.

"Hey Sof."

She turned and there stood Chris. Chris Evans was in her store.

"Chris, uh...hi."

He smiled. "How are you?"

"I'm, I'm okay, I guess. Can I help you find something?"

"Uh...well actually, I uh...I saw you through the window and I...I just wanted to come say hello."

"Oh, well I'm glad you did. It's good to see you."

"Yeah, you too."

Chris noticed her tummy, it looked like she is pregnant, he wanted to say something about it but didn't want to assume and was not sure what he should say. There is an awkward silence between them then Chris finally speaks.

"I don't want to assume, but it looks like things are going well for you and husband." Chris says smiling just a bit.

"Uh...no not really." She says and looks down.

"Well If you would you like to talk, I'm happy to listen. Maybe we could get a cup of coffee."

She smiles a little. "Uh...sure. I am due for a break anyway. Did you want to go now?"

"Uh sure."

Cassie has been at the desk watching and smiling.

"Let me just grab my purse."

Sofia walks to the back and grabs her purse. "Cas I'll be back in a bit."

Cassie smiles. "Okay."

Chris opens the door. "After you."

Sofia walks out and Chris walks out. "We can walk there." Chris says.

"Sure."

They start walking to the coffee shop that is just across the street. Once they reach the coffee shop Chris once again holds the door for her and they head inside. They order their coffee and after they get it Chris walks over to a table by a wall in the back to give them a little privacy. Sofia sits down and Chris sits in front of her.

"So, uh...things haven't gotten better?" Chris asks then, takes a sip of his coffee.

"No. Phillip and I got a divorce."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's for the best, I guess. I found out he cheated on me. I saw him a few weeks later with another girl. Cassie said she thinks he was doing it all along."

"He probably was. I'm sorry."

Sofia is quiet and sips her coffee. "I guess you noticed. I am pregnant."

Chris looks up at her. "I didn't want to assume but I thought it looked like you were."

Sofia takes another sip of her coffee not sure what else to say. She didn't want to just blurt out that the baby was his. She hadn't seen him since that night and it was little weird seeing him again after all this time, but part of her was glad to see him again. She hadn't stopped thinking about him, but she didn't know how he felt or even if he felt the same way.

Sofia smiles and doesn't say anything else.

"Your bookstore is nice. How long have you had it?" Chris finally asks breaking the silence.

"It was my mothers. I got it when she died. I have been running it ever since. She died when I was 18."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Sofia smiles. "Thanks. I love it. I have a story hour usually once a week."

Chris smiles. "Nice."

They continue to talk and laugh. Then Sofia sees the time. "I better get back. Cassie probably could use my help."

"Oh right. Well, it's been nice talking to you. I would love to see you again sometime, that is if you..."

"Sure, I'd like that."

Chris smiles. "Give your phone and I will give you, my number."

Sofia pulls out her phone and hands it to him. He puts his number in her phone and then sends a message to himself, even though he already has it, but he pretends he doesn't.

"There, now you have my number, and I sent a message to myself, so I have yours as well."

Sofia nods and smiles. She stands up. "Well, it was nice seeing you again Chris. I'll see you around I guess."

Chris smiles. "I'll call or message you, maybe we can have dinner sometime."

"Sure." She smiles and grabs her purse. "Bye."

She leaves the shop and walks back across the street and into the bookshop. Cassie looks up from the cash reregister checking out a customer and sees her smiling.

"Thanks, enjoy your book." Cassie says.

The customer walks out.

Sofia walks to the desk.

"What happened? You're glowing. Did you tell him?"

"No, I didn't tell him it was his, but he knows I am pregnant."

"Oh, why didn't you tell him?"

"I just couldn't, it was a little awkward especially after all this time, but he was sweet, and we talked."

"Oh, well you're smiling so something must have happened."

"Well, he gave me his number and he got mine. He said would call me and he asked me to go to dinner with him sometime."

"Oh, well that's good. Sounds like he likes you."

"Cas, come on we just ran into each other again. How can he..."

"Sof, he wants to go to dinner with you and wants to spend time with you. That's a good sign."

"Yeah, but Cas I am taking this slow. I am not rushing anything. I want to get to know him."

"Okay right sure. Well, I'm sure it won't take long till he kisses you again."

"Cas!" Sofia says gently smacking her arm.

Cassie smiles.

The girls finish up their day at the store and just as they are closing up the store Sofia's phone goes off. She walks over and picks it up of the counter.

Chris-hey Sof, I enjoyed having coffee with you this afternoon. So...uh I mentioned having dinner, does Friday at 6 sound okay? I can pick you up.

Sofia smiles

Sofia-Sure. Sounds good. I will probably still be at the store; you can pick up from there.

Cassie walks over.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah, that was Chris. He wants to go to dinner Friday night."

"Oh, great."

"He said he would pick me up at 6. I told him I would still be at the store."

"We could close the store early that day."

"No, it's okay. He can pick me up here. I can always get ready here." Sofia smiles.

"Sure. What will you wear? I can help you pick something out."

Sofia smiles. "Sure. We can grab dinner and take it home and you can help me."

"Sure."

Then Sofia gets a text back

Chris-okay sure I'll see Friday at 6 then at your store ☺️

The girls grab dinner from the café in town and then follow each other to Sofia's house. The girls eat dinner and then head into Sofia's room. Cassie looks through her closet.

"I am not finding much. You need to go shopping and get more clothes. All your dresses are so long!"

"I don't wear a lot of short dresses."

"Yeah, I've noticed, but that needs to change."

"Cas."

"Come on Sof, your beautiful and you have great legs! You need to show them off."

Sofia laughs "Cas really!"

"Yes really!"

She keeps looking. "Oh! Yes! Found one. I didn't know you had this! This would look great, oh it still has the price tag on it!" She says pulling it out and holds it up.

"Uh no!"

"Why not? It's cute. Chris would love seeing you in this."

"I bought that for a date with Phillip but never did wear it because well he canceled on me." She frowns.

Cassie walks to her, "Sof, forget Phillip! He's a dick!"

"Cassie!"

"Well, he is. I think you have a great chance with Chris and I know he would treat you like a princess he would never do what Phillip did to you. Wear this. He would love it!"

"Fine." Sofia sighs.

"Good now that we got that settled. Why don't we watch a movie?" She asks hanging the dress on the door of her closet.

"Sure. I know just the one." Sofia smiles.

She walks into the living room and turns on the tv and pulls up Netflix and clicks on the movie What's your Number.

Cassie walks in and sits down and laughs. "Sof really?"

"What? I saw this this other day and want to see it."

"You know that's Chris, right?"

"Yeah, I know. I have actually been watching a lot of his movies lately."

"Oh, you have?"

"Yeah. I know had a lot of catching up to do and figured why not?"

Cassie laughs again. "Huh sure. You've been thinking about him, haven't you?"

"Maybe" Sofia says smiling and starting the movie.

"This is a good movie by the way. It's funny. You will like it." Cassie says looking at her and smiling.

As they watched the movie Cassie realized what day it was.

"Sof, I realized something."

"What's that?"

"You wouldn't know this, because you don't know a lot about Chris, but tomorrow is his birthday."

"What! Seriously?"

Cassie nods, "Yeah."

"How do you know that?"

Cassie smiles "I looked him up. I've been a fan of Chris Evans for a while now. I have seen most of his movies."

"Right." Sofia is quiet for a few minutes then says,

"Should I message him tomorrow?"

"You could. You could say I heard it was your birthday." Cassie smiles.

Sofia nods "Well let's finish the movie. It's getting good." She says looking back at the screen.

When the movie ends Sofia looks at Cassie. "That was good. I loved the ending."

"I knew you would." Cassie smiles. "I should get home. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Alright. Have a goodnight."

Cassie leaves and Sofia turns off the tv and gets ready for bed and then climbs in. She is asleep as soon as her head hits the pillow. She sleeps soundly and doesn't wake up till the next morning when she hears her alarm. She groans and wakes up and turns off her alarm. She picks up her phone and sees it is 6:30 am. "Is it too early to message Chris? Yeah, I probably should wait till later."

Sofia gets her shower and eats a quick breakfast then drives to work. She arrives just as Cassie is getting out of her car.

"Morning Sof. Did you have a goodnight?"

"I did. I had a really good dream."

Cassie smiles. "Oh, you did? Did you dream about someone with bright blue eyes, named Chris."

Sofia just smiles and opens up the store. Cassie follows her in. "Have you messaged him yet wishing him happy birthday?"

"No, I thought it might be too early."

"To early?"

"Yeah, I thought I might wait till later."

"Sof, message him. He would love it. Trust me."

"If you're sure, it's not too early."

"I promise it's not. It's 7:15. Go ahead."

Sofia puts her purse in the back and grabs her phone and pulls up her messages and clicks on Chris.

Sofia-Good morning. I heard it was your birthday. I wanted to wish you a happy birthday! Hope you have a great day. I am looking forward to seeing you Friday. ☺️

"How is this?" she asks holding her phone out to Cassie.

Cassie walks over and reads the message.

"Perfect. Send it."

Sofia hits send and gets ready to set it down but sees the bubbles moving under her message.

"Oh, he saw my message and is typing."

Cassie comes up behind her just as the message comes through.

Chris-☺️Thanks. I am looking forward to Friday too. ☺️

Cassie smiles. "He likes you." She says asks walks over to the door and moves the closed sign to open.

Sofia shakes her head and sets her phone down on the counter and moves things around in the store and gets some books out for the story hour.

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[myherowritings]

PART 5. THE INHERENT EROTICISM OF BUTTONING SOMEONE’S CLOTHES

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 3.0k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. sexual tension !! and umm sexual frustration ;p, not explicit but prob rated 16+, just read the title of this chapter BAHAHA

A/N. sorry this is coming a little later than planned ! :( but i hope the dressing room scene can make up for it u.u tysm for reading and for all the feedback! enjoy :3 xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

© myherowritings — all rights reserved. reposting, modifying, copying, or translating of any kind is not allowed. do not read my writing as asmr. do not plagiarize.

What were you supposed to wear to a shopping date? you asked yourself. Not that today was a date or anything. Though maybe you sort of wished it were… 

The Naruhata Charity Gala was in a little over a week and Shouto would be coming over to pick you up in less than one hour and you still sat in your room with nothing but a towel on feeling more and more hopeless. 

It was a strange dilemma. He met you in your work apron wearing an unflattering work shirt and work pants. And when you met up over the weekend previously, you never paid too much mind on what you would wear. In fact, you were positive he wouldn’t even care how you looked. So why was it such a big deal to you now? 

Probably because of your recent admission of your growing feelings towards him, you thought crossly. 

In your defense, it wasn’t like it was your fault! Right? Seeing someone everyday… Wanting to see someone everyday… Texting regularly about the most random things, having the most banal objects you saw throughout the day remind you of something Shouto did or said… With all those occurrences it would’ve been practically impossible to not start crushing on him! 

Time passed as you stared at your ceiling blankly. If you kept this up, he was bound to show up in your house and find you half-naked. (Now that you mentioned it, that didn’t sound like the worst idea. But it wasn’t something you’d randomly spring upon someone.)

“Get up, Y/N!” you scolded yourself, rolling off your bed and heading towards your closet. 

In the end, you ended up settling for another variation of your usual go-to outfit and called it a day. It happened to be perfect timing since, by the time you finished getting ready, you got a new message on your phone. 

Shouto: Parked in front of your place

Shouto: Sorry I’m a little early. You can take your time getting ready :)

Y/N: it’s okay i’m ready now!! 

After hitting send, you put your shoes on, gathering your belongings you wanted to bring with you, and headed out the door. Excited to hang out with Shouto again, you walked with a skip in your step down the path until you reached his car. 

“Hi!” You waved through his half-opened, tinted window. To no one’s surprise, his car was a sleek black color with dark, tinted windows, and gold details along the sides. If it didn’t look so oddly sexy you would’ve laughed at how cutely dorky he was for matching his car with his credit card. “This is one hot car.”

He turned his head to the side when you entered the passenger’s seat. “Should I turn the AC higher?” 

“Huh— Oh!” You stifled a giggle when you processed the pun he made. “You’re funny, Shouto.” 

He only looked a little confused. “Thank you.” 

The interior of his car was no less—for lack of better term—sexy than the outside. Leather seats, a large screen for the radio and carplay, and the dashboard and side doors lit up a nice blue color. 

“Pretty!” you complimented, poking at the colorful light.

“Want to pick a color?” 

Your eyes widened. “It can change colors?!” 

Shouto nodded.

“Can it be pink?” you asked intently. 

“Light pink or hot pink?”

“Light.”

He swiftly obliged and with a hit of a touchscreen button, the interior lighting changed from blue to pastel pink. 

“Green!”

It turned green.

“Orange!”

Cue the orange. 

“Purple?” 

Purple. 

Once you were thoroughly satisfied with Shouto showing you the whole color selection (you were almost embarrassed to admit it kept you entertained for a good ten minutes), you settled on a bright turquoise that reminded you of the color of his left eye. 

“Ooh, this color! My favorite,” you said simply, giving him a wide smile. 

A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he developed a sudden interest in adjusting his rearview mirror. “Hm.”

Shouto drove the rest of the way in a comfortable silence, occasionally asking how your week was outside of work and what type of outfit you wanted to wear so he could have a better idea on where to take you. 

“Did you eat?” he suddenly asked when he hit the next stoplight, one hand holding the wheel and the other resting comfortably on the gear shift. 

His hands looked nice and slender and soft to the touch. Pretty hands, you thought but shook yourself out of it because you could go down a rabbit hole of examining his hands and going into detail about them. 

You remembered the single, measly granola bar you had due to your rush getting ready. “I didn’t really eat yet, no. Did you?”

He shook his head and pulled into a food plaza with lots of stores to choose from. The two of you agreed on a noodle restaurant that apparently had some of the best cold soba (once you learned it was his favorite food, you wanted to be able to have some with him and today was the perfect opportunity to do just that) and promptly headed to the location. 

In the shop, a waiter sat the two of you down at a dimly lit booth with the perfect amount of ambience that if someone were to casually look over, they might even mistake this outing as a date. 

You grinned at the thought. 

“Excited for the soba?” asked Shouto, examining the smile on your face thoughtfully. 

That’s not why you were smiling, but it was close enough. “Mhm. And the udon. You can never go wrong with noodles!” 

Yes, you got both udon and soba. But in your defense, where else would the fun in life be if not in sugary sweets and carbs? 

As the two of you waited for your main dishes, you ate some fish cakes and edamame while talking about the ways in which capitalism could be dismantled. Rather sexy of him, if you did say so yourself. 

Before you knew it, you were done with your meal and headed back into his car to go fancy-people shopping. On the remainder of the ride, you asked yourself what color you should pick that would match well with both you and Shouto. After all, nothing said a cute couple who totally liked each other going on a totally real date to a gala like color-coordinated outfits, right?

He parked in front of a street of buildings with a dark glass reaching from ceiling to floor with security guards at the door. Just standing near it made you feel fancy. 

“This is a place my sister told me she liked,” he said, leading you to the store front with his hand on the small of your back to guide you. “I hope you’ll find something to your liking.”

You tried your best not to pay too much attention to the warmth you felt both on your back and your stomach from the fuzzy feelings that spread. 

“Hello, welcome!” the both of you were greeted as you walked through the doors. The interior of the store was lined with designer dresses, some long, some short, and all incredibly stunning. There were only a few other patrons in the store, but all of them looked so elegant as they tried on their dresses. “It’s so lovely to see you again Mr. Todoroki.”

Shouto nodded subtly. “Hello. This is Y/N, my date to the gala who’ll need your assistance today.”

“Hi!” you chimed in at his cue. “Nice to meet you.” 

The worker smiled and made her way over to you. “And you as well. I’m Masuda and I’ll do my best to make sure you leave the store satisfied with your purchase! Did you have a particular style or perhaps color in mind?”

“Umm,” you said sheepishly, looking around the wide variety of clothings and unsure where to start. “I’m not too sure. It’s my first time going to one of these things so maybe something comfortable, but also still...fancy?” You scratched the back of your neck. “Does that even exist?”

“Of course— Just have to find something that feels comfortable to you.” She told you to hold on one moment as she disappear into the rows of fabric. 

As Masuda collected some starter dresses for you to try on, a customer walked by with bags of clothes in her hands, her gaze lingering on Shouto, though neither of you paid her much mind. 

“In this setting, you look almost fit to be a sugar daddy,” you said jokingly, looking around in awe at the sophisticated yet lavish dresses. “You take all your sugar babies here?”

“Only the ones I really like,” he teased back. His voice was deadpan but there was the telltale hints of a smirk on his face to let you know he was only messing with you.

The door chimed to signal that a customer left and by then Masuda had returned with bundles of fabric draped on her arm. She led you away in a hurry and you hesitantly looked back at Shouto who followed in a safe distance. Seeing your moment of panic, he gave you an encouraging smile that somehow was enough to ease a significant fraction of your nerves. This may be new and confusing territory, but at least he was here to help you through it. 

Masuda set a dressing room up for you—it was one of those rooms in the middle of the store with curtains that reached the ceiling and mirrors all around—and placed a bunch of outfits she thought would suit your taste. It reminded you of when a bride would go wedding dress shopping with their family. When you had enough outfits for the first round, she told Shouto to sit down on a leather seat in front of your dressing room while he waited for you to try the different dresses on. 

In a way, it felt oddly intimate: Shouto sitting just a few feet in front of you as you undressed, only separated by the veil of a curtain. Would he offer to help button the back of your dress up, fingers brushing against your bare skin? The thought made you feel almost hot inside as you changed out of your street clothes and into the first dress. 

Unfortunately for you, this dress had no such difficult buttons to reach. 

“How’s it look?” you asked shyly as you emerged from the dressing room. 

The dress was pretty and didn’t feel uncomfortable to walk in, but there wasn’t any sort of attachment you felt towards it. In other words, it was simply...meh. 

Shouto looked up from his phone to take in the sight of you. He smiled. “You look amazing as always.” 

“You think so?” You spun around and curtseyed jokingly and he chuckled. “I don’t think it’s bad, but I’m not sure if it’s the right one.” 

“We’ll be here until you find the right one you want, then. Take your time, Y/N.” 

His voice was normally on the deeper side, but it sounded even more sensual and gravelly at this very moment. You felt goosebumps on your arms and it wasn’t just because of the sleeveless dress you currently had on. 

“T-Thanks, Shouto,” you murmured, turning around and walking back into the changing room to hide the look on your face. You didn’t even know what kind of look you had on your face, but you knew it was one that might give too much away. 

It wasn’t fair that he had to be so sweet and caring and thoughtful and handsome and rich… Most guys you met barely fit into one of those criteria, let alone all five. (Sure, the last two weren’t necessary in your opinion, but you couldn’t deny they were a nice bonus.) It was too bad you had no clue how he felt about you. 

There were moments where he felt flirty and teasing, like maybe he viewed you in a more-than-friends way. But other times he was so polite and proper and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just being nice because that’s simply the sort of person he was to everyone. 

While you were trying to sort through all your thoughts, you completely forgot to change into a new dress the whole time you were in here. 

You saw a shadow at the floor of the curtain before a voice said, “Y/N? Are you okay in there?” 

Jumping at the sound, you scurried to put the next dress on, a blue one with almost translucent fabric and a delicate neckline. Judging from the proximity of Shouto’s voice and the shadow of his shoes, he was right next to you as you changed. 

“I’m okay!” you managed, hoping you didn’t sound as wobbly as you felt. You held the dress closed at the back, fumbling with the fastens. “I just, ah, needed help buttoning this one up.” 

A light ruffle on the curtain then a pause. “Should I...come in and help?” 

Your eyes widened, not expecting him to actually offer to button it up like you fantasized earlier. You fully thought he might called the worker to aide you just so he wouldn’t risk making you uncomfortable. (Not that he would’ve. At all.) 

“I apologize,” he said somewhat tensely after you didn’t respond. “That was indecent of me—”

“No, no!” you said profusely, poking your head out of the curtain while holding the fabric at the front of your dress to your chest. You tilted your chin to meet his gaze with a determined one of your own. “I’d love your help, Shouto.” 

With a dusting of pink coloring his cheeks, he nodded and entered your dressing room. “This dress is a nice color on you.” His voice was loud against the silence. 

Shouto ran his hand down the length of your spine and then up to unfold the column of buttons on your dress that curved inwards at your movement, his knuckles grazing against your skin like lightning striking water. You jolted at the sudden feeling but he didn’t remove his touch when he felt it.

“Sorry.” His voice was low, almost like a whisper. “Was just getting the buttons out.”

“N-No worries!”

His fingers began working on the bottom-most button at your lower back as he applied a steady pressure on the base of your spine to control the motion. Shouto slowly began his way up, fingertips cold to the touch. But you knew that wasn’t the only reason you felt yourself shiver. As he fastened the dainty buttons with immense concentration (much more concentration than was actually needed to fasten buttons, you were sure), you felt the heat of his breath tickling the back of your neck. You almost couldn’t keep yourself from arching your back in a mixture of anticipation and delight at his constant touch. 

When he finished the last button, Shouto let one hand rest on your hip, grasping the fabric between his fingertips to examine its silken texture. Your breath caught in your throat as you stepped back and bumped into his chest, but he was already there to steady you. 

With his arm on your waist and your back leaning against his chest, you made eye contact through the mirror in front of you. You weren’t sure if the pounding you felt was from your heart or his or a combination of both. 

There was something almost erotic about holding each others’ gaze in the mirror after Shouto just helped you dress, the two of you still not letting the other go despite the task being complete. 

“The dress… You look gorgeous,” he said, not taking his eyes off you for one moment. 

You nodded slowly. It did look amazing on you. And it was breathable and soft. (Plus, Shouto liked it, which made you happier than you’d care to admit.) “The only downside would be I need help getting into it.”

“We could get ready together so it’s no issue.” 

“I’d...also need help getting out of it.” 

You held your breath as his eyes darkened, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly in a way that made you curve your back before you remembered you were flush against Shouto and he could feel even the most subtle of movements coming from your body. But by the time you stopped yourself, it was too late. He already felt it and you wanted more.

His voice was hoarse. “I could help you with that too.”

Instead of beginning to unbutton the dress like part of you thought he would, he surprised you by spinning you around to face him, your shoulder blades pressed against the cool glass of the mirror and your palms lingering on the muscles of his warm chest. The contrast of the cold glass and Shouto’s body heat left a shiver down your spine.

“And how do you plan to help take off my dress when you can’t even see the buttons?” you said challengingly, a smirk on your face despite knowing full well your body was showcasing just how affected you were by this situation. By Shouto.

He tilted his head to the side in response to your daring tone, hands swiftly finding their way to your back and unbuttoning the top five buttons. It wasn’t enough to completely expose your breasts, but it was enough to loosen the fabric at the neckline in a way that made you gasp. 

“Seems doable to me,” he commented. 

You tugged him down slightly by the collar of his shirt. “I don’t quite believe you. Maybe you should prove it.” 

A guttural noise sounded from the back of his throat as he cupped your jaw and leaned in closer. You inched forward, eager to meet his lips. But before they could touch, a knock came from the wall next to the curtain, causing the two of you to freeze in your spots, bodies pressed against each other in an intimate flush.

“Hello, Y/N?” said Masuda cheerfully, blissfully ignorant about what was about to happen in a public dressing room in the middle of the store. “How are the dresses coming along? Did you like any?”

“Ah, actually…” you trailed off, exchanging frustrated but amused glances with Shouto. “I think we’ll take this one.”

a/n: so...mirror sex/sex in a dressing room as a bonus chapter? u.u why yes of course. i’m one step ahead; did u even have to ask? LMAO and hm i wonder if y/n’s fEeLiNGs~ are reciprocated skfkfkdg ALSO THEY WERE SO CLOSE TO KISSING BUT DIDN’T I CRY hopefully the wait will be worth it ;3

what to expect in the next part:

GALA TIMEEEE

yes y/n finally gets the fancy candy they so desired

we get to see shouto’s sexy penthouse

shouto says eat the rich >:c

[mindninjax]

For Your Own Pleasure

Pairing: virgin! Levi x nurse! Reader

Rating: M for Mature

Warnings: Smut (18+), Virgin Levi, teasing, Levi doesn’t know what a crush is, bahahaahah, there is P in V action.

Word Count: 5.3K

A/n: This was meant to be my first Levi fic published but then I got soft and wrote The Mask so here is the second one abahahah. THIS IS FOR MY HUSBAND’S BIRTHDAY. Granted it’s posted slightly early but that’s ok! My beautiful husband was born on Christmas day. A very special gift upon the world. Please enjoy and show him all the love he deserves and needs this day yall! 

A special thanks to my lovely Junebug @whats-her-quirk for beta reading this for me and also for talking through this idea with me! Love you babe! 

The crunch and squish of the wet snow under Levi’s boot is unbearable as he trudges along the road behind you. You bustle through the crowded streets in town, shuffling through the people with a list of supplies for the Scouts. His tired silver eyes follow you as you weave through the crowd excitedly. 

Winter is a very slow season for the scouts. It’s way too cold for expeditions and the snow makes it hard to maneuver the horses and ODM gear. The soldiers use this time to obtain as many supplies as they can for the coming missions. Hange spends extra hours reviewing their many notebooks of titan ideology, and Levi has a bit more free time on his hands to complete paperwork. 

Although he could be in the warm confines of his office, a piping cup of tea next to him while he scribbles and completes the mundane task of filing out supply shipment requests, he’s here with you. You were running low on medical supplies after the clean up of bodies from the Reclamation of Wall Maria, so you figured it was the perfect opportunity to visit your supplier in Ehrmich district to replenish your stocks. 

You’d volunteered to take a supply wagon to retrieve them and you were excited to go on the journey by yourself, desperately wanting to get out of the infirmary to see the snowy countryside. This meant you could also stop into a few shops to snag a few treats for the younger soldiers. They’d seen a lot of devastation the past few months and you’d wanted to give them a bit of cheer. 

Wasn’t it your surprise when the stoic Captain Levi joined you in the wagon, claiming that it was also a “perfect opportunity” to restore his tea supply. You both found yourselves sloshing through the bustling streets, him grumpy and scowling as he trails behind you. 

He’s not thrilled about all the shops you have to go in to obtain all the medical supplies, so he’s grateful when you check off the last thing on your list. When you turn into a bakery, mentioning off hand about gathering sweets for his squad, he rolls his eyes and huffs out another impatient sigh. 

You haven’t spoken much to the Captain, only a few times where he’s come in for a few broken bones and when Erwin lost his arm. In fact, you thought he hated you, specifically because it was you who told him he had to be off duty to let his leg heal after the 57th Recon Mission. You’d kept your interactions to a minimum, although always intrigued by his personality. 

You hear him puff behind you and roll your eyes as they scan the treats on display. You turn around to address him and hide the annoyance in your tone, “You know you could’ve just stayed at HQ if you’re not enjoying yourself. I would’ve been perfectly capable of getting the correct tea blend if you'd told me exactly what you needed.”

He gives you a contempt look, “Tsk, I don’t trust anyone to get it. They always bring back the wrong blend. I don’t understand the point of this,” he says gesturing to you and the decorated cakes. 

You let out a sassy scoff, “Well, some of us like to make people happy. Besides, you all deserve a break after...everything that happened. Your squad deserves some time to just be regular teens. I know they never can be again... but I at least want to give them something,” you explain, your tone softening as you think of the young soldiers. You choose an assortment of little treats and the baker wraps them in a box. 

“This is a waste of time. You said it yourself, they’ll never ‘just be teenagers’ again.” Levi’s tone crushes you, makes you feel smaller, and instead of feeling embarrassed like you know he means to make you with his harsh words, you’re pissed. As you hand the baker a handful of coins, you look over your shoulder at Levi in irritation. 

“Thank you for visiting today. By the way, there’s supposed to be a blizzard tonight so they’re closing the roads for travel. You may want to find an inn for the night,” the baker says in a warm voice. You thank him and give a small wave as you and Levi exit the shop. 

“We should do what he says, if the roads are closed we may have trouble finding somewhere to stay,” you say, trying to push down your anger. If you’re going to be spending a night with him, it would probably help to get along. He grunts in agreement and turns to an inn the two of you passed on the way into town. 

With your luck, all of the inns are booked and you and Levi are just lucky enough to find an inn with one room left for vacancy. You sigh in defeat when the innkeeper lets you know the room only contains one bed and bathroom en suite. To your surprise, Levi slides a bag of coins to him telling him the two of you would take the room. 

The air between the two of you is tense, to say the least, and you’re a little worried you aren’t going to be able to sleep tonight. Not to mention the issue of there only being one bed. Would the Captain make you sleep on the floor? Honestly, with the way he was talking down on you today, you don’t put it past him. When the innkeeper opens the door to the room and gestures for the two of you to come in, Levi thanks him quickly and ushers him out rudely. 

“Don’t touch anything until I’ve had a chance to clean. Rooms like this are always filthy,” he says as he closes the door. 

You roll your eyes but sigh and agree with him. You’re thoroughly aware of the captain’s tidy habits, and you’re thinking maybe it’ll calm him down a bit and make him a tiny bit more pleasant to be around. You watch him bustle around the room, wiping down surfaces with a white cloth. He wears a focused expression that is definitely better to look at then the condescending scowl he wears most of the day, and watching him clean is actually soothing. 

There’s a small fireplace in the corner of the room, and you get to work trying to get it started. He would appreciate a cup of tea, and the warmth could help with breaking the cold tension between you two. He sees you move out of the corner of his eye and watches as you gather the firewood next to the hearth. He watches you in annoyance and says, “I thought I told you not to do anything until I cleaned,” but softens his gaze when he sees you grab the empty tea kettle and scrub it in the sink in the bathroom. 

When you place the tea leaves in the kettle and set it on the fire, you turn to see him watching you, the annoyed expression returning to his features. You sigh and try once again to change the mood between the two of you. 

“So, are we going to sleep in shifts on the bed?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. He shakes his head. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, we aren’t children,” he says, and you’re almost sure that he’s going to tell you  to sleep on the floor. “You can have the bed, I don’t sleep that much anyway.” 

“What do you mean you don’t sleep that much, and if I sleep on the bed where will you sleep?”

“I just don’t need that much sleep, and I’ll sleep in the chair.”

His answer flusters you, The nurse in you wants to scold him for thinking it would ever be ok to sleep in a chair. Does he sleep in a chair regularly? He made it sound like he was used to it. And what the heck did he mean he doesn’t sleep that much?

You give him a worried look, the professionalism in your tone peaking when you speak to him. “You know it’s not healthy for you to--” 

“It doesn’t matter, just go to sleep,” he says, cutting you off. This pushes you over the edge; you’ve been trying to be nice if not cordial to him all day, and he’s shot you down and made you feel like shit, and you’re sick of it. 

“What is your problem? Is it in your genetic makeup to be an asshole every moment of your life?”  you yell at him. He raises his eyebrows. No one’s ever raised their voice at him like that before, but you don’t give him a chance to respond. 

“Or maybe you need to get laid or touch yourself or something!” The anger you’ve been pushing down all day is boiling over, and you’re sick of trying to be friendly to him. You see his eyes grow wide at your statement before disgust takes its place there. 

“You have a disgusting mind. You should shut your mouth about things you don’t know anything about.” He seethes as he watches you stand, grab your gown, and walk to the bathroom door. 

“Look, I get that you’ve been through a lot. I could never understand any of it, but I’m not doing anything wrong by at least trying to give those kids and you--if you’d let me--a bit of happiness! And that doesn’t give you any right to be a jerk about it! I didn’t ask you to come with me! You could’ve just stayed back at headquarters! Geez if you’re so damn unhappy why don’t you just walk back, I’m sure the cold won’t hurt Humanity’s Strongest!” 

You slam the door to the bathroom shut and stand staring in anger as you review his words in your head. It is clear, Levi has no intention of being friendly with you in any way. Your best bet is to hurry and get through the night so the two of you can get back to Headquarters. You grab one of the buckets of water for bathing and clean yourself, letting your mind go blank with the task. 

—

Levi stares at the bathroom door in anger. He’s not entirely sure what it is about you that pisses him off so much, but the real issue is why he can’t help but want to be around you as well. He questions why he came on the trip in the first place—you made a good point asking him that. He admits--only to himself--that the idea of spending the day with you wasn’t entirely bad. The few times he had spent with you in the infirmary, your presence brought him peace.  Was it the peace of your presence he sought out? If so, why was he treating you like he hated you?

The tea kettle whistles in the corner, and Levi sighs and gets up to take it off of the fire. He pours himself a cup and takes a sip. It is a bit sweeter than his normal bitter black tea, but it’s not bad. He takes another sip, letting the flavor cover his taste buds and feeling a bit calmer. When the wave of calm hits him, your words echo in his mind. I’m not doing anything wrong by at least trying to give those kids and you--if you’d let me--a bit of happiness! Remorse runs through his veins as he glances to the closed bathroom door again. 

He sighs, why does he do that? You were right, you weren't doing anything wrong, and he is actually grateful for your presence and the way you care about his squad. In fact, he was—and he couldn’t admit this out loud to you— looking forward to the trip with you. 

For some reason, even back when you nursed Erwin back to health after he lost his arm, you were extremely helpful. You were able to keep Erwin calm enough that he was able to get rest. During his rests, you and Levi had gotten to know each other a bit, and he remembered enjoying most of the conversation. You were cordial, respectful, but your gaze would linger on his. He supposes it was a bit of an asshole move to push you to the brink of anger so much that you no longer spoke to him in that way.

Perhaps he craved the peace your presence brought him. Perhaps he wanted it but thought he didn't deserve it. Perhaps he shouldn’t continue to do this to himself, especially if it meant making someone as caring as you angry with him. It was time to do some damage control. He glances back at the door again, can hear you pouring water from the bucket down the water disposal shoot, and grabs the other cup to quickly pour another tea and leave it for you on the table--his silent apology. 

His thoughts are interrupted when the door wrenches open and you stomp across the room wearing a thin cotton gown. Levi eyes you from across the room, noticing the exposure of skin. 

He tries to keep his eyes off of your curvier-than-expected body, the way your hips sway when you stomp across the room and throw your clothes down next to the bed. He definitely tries to keep his eyes off of the little tendril of hair that trickles down your face, catching on your long lashes and sticking to your plump lips. And he most certainly tries not to notice the way your nipples have started to bead through the thin fabric of the gown in the shift of cool air as you pass by the window. His tongue flicks out quickly over his drying lips as he takes another sip of his tea and picks up the newspaper the inn provided. 

—

The bath has calmed you down just a bit, but you’re still irritated when you walk out of the bathroom to see the Captain hasn’t moved from his chair. Your eyes fall on the full teacup sitting on the table near the fireplace, and you blink, realizing he did actually move and pour you a cup. You turn in his direction and he moves the paper up to block his face, grumbling to himself. You roll your eyes and take a sip of the tea, the calming potency moving through your body as you take more sips. 

You sit on the bed, grabbing a book from your pack to read until you’re able to fall asleep. The two of you sit in silence, the sound of pages turning echoing through the room. When Levi is done reading over the paper, he puts it down noisily and clears his throat trying to get your attention. 

You don’t look at him but give him a short clipped answer, “Can I help you?” 

“The tea… it’s… different.” He tries to keep his voice even, makes a real effort not to sound harsh or angry, but it ends up sounding accusatory, and he internally curses himself. 

You scoff, still not looking at him but knitting your eyebrows together in frustration. “It’s a special calming blend, chamomile and other leaves and herbs that help with relaxation and sleep.We use it for the soldiers that have come back from missions and have trouble sleeping while healing,” you say gruffly, still not looking at him. You’re not even sure why you continue with the next statement. It’s clear he doesn’t care, but you want to let him know, “I thought it could help you get some sleep since you said you don’t sleep much. Even if you are an asshole, you deserve rest. I meant it when I said that.”

The slight tenderness hidden behind the irritation in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed by Levi, but he doesn’t comment on it. He stays quiet as you finish off your tea. He doesn’t know what to say to you; he wants to express gratitude, but his defense mechanism kicks in and instead of “thank you” he replies, “I didn’t ask you to do that.”

When you turn to look at him incredulously for a second before blowing out an exasperated angry breath, he curses himself again for being rude. 

“Then don’t drink it.” 

You place your book on the table and lay down on the bed. “I am going to sleep. Try not to stay up staring at nothing for too long, or do whatever you’d like,” you say, lying down and getting comfortable. 

Your gown lifts up ever so slightly and Levi can see more of  the soft skin of your thigh. He watches you get comfortable as tiny flashes of skin become visible to him, and again your words echo in his mind. Or maybe you need to get laid or touch yourself or something! He feels dirty thinking about it, guilty, but you have a point, he deserves a break. 

So why not? 

“Oi, brat,” he says, turning his tired eyes in your direction. You sigh, placing an arm over your eyes and turning on your side away from him on the bed. 

“Sleep, means no talking Captain,” you mutter in an irritated tone. 

Your gown hikes up a bit more and he can see the soft skin of your thigh. His Adam's apple bobs in his throat, and his mouth goes a bit dry as his eyes follow the linear direction of your leg up to the curve of your ass and dip of your hips. 

He ignores your jab at him, “Why did you say something about pleasuring myself before?” he asks. You lift a hand in the air still not facing him and waving a nonchalant gesture as if to say “don’t worry about it.” He elects to use his intimidating “Captain” voice to make you cooperate. You hear him growl a low hum in his chest before he says through his teeth, 

“Answer me.” 

His command catches you off guard and sends an unnecessary quiver down your spine and straight to your core. You’ve heard him use that voice with Eren and the others, and it usually works for them. Hell, it would’ve worked on you as well if you hadn’t drank the calming tea blend. 

Fine. If he wanted to know so bad, you would tell him. He already hates you— or so you think—so there’s nothing more to lose. You sit up on the bed, pull your knees up and place your intertwined fingers on top of them giving the Captain a venomous teasing smile. His eyes follow your movements, not missing the slight slip of your undergarments as you maneuver on the bed. 

“I asked because it’s so obvious that you never have,” you say, smirking knowingly at him. 

“Tsk, of course I haven’t. It’s filthy,” he retorts, forcing his eyes to stay on yours. 

“Maybe, but it sure does feel nice...Helps with sleep too.” 

You know you're pushing your luck now. You don’t think anyone’s ever talked to him this way, except maybe Hange. But he and Hange have been comrades for years, so they can get away with it. You’ve only known him a few months. Who knows, maybe he’ll punch you so hard you’ll finally be able to get some sleep. He surprises you by not immediately getting up to pummel you. Instead he turns to look at you, an unknown expression on his face. If you didn’t know any better, you could swear it looked like lust.

“Have you done it then?” 

You try to keep the shock from your face as you turn to look at him. He looks intrigued, as if he’s thoroughly interested in your answer. He’s sitting on the edge of his chair, leaning toward you, elbows on his knees as he stares intensely at you. 

You blink a few times before answering him, contemplating whether you should lie before deciding not to. 

“Only a few times. Like I said, it helps with sleeping,” you say, shrugging. 

He ponders your words before he gets up and approaches you on the bed. He stands over you watching as you look up at him through your eyelashes. 

“Show me.” 

You’re dreaming. You must be dreaming because it’s only in a dream that the Captain Levi would be telling you to touch yourself while he watches. You blink quickly, fluttering your lashes in confusion and Levi observes how they brush against the apples of your cheeks. He huffs impatiently, not wanting to give himself any time to rethink his statement, 

“Well? You talk a big game, don’t tell me you’re suddenly shy,” he says, smirking slightly. You glare up at him now.

“Why would I show you anything? All you’ve done since we’ve been here is talk down to me,” you say, folding your arms and pouting. You have a good point. It’s not like you don’t want to show him, but you're not sure what he will do when he actually does see you. So instead, you turn it around on him, he’s started this game but you’re better at playing it. 

“Besides, who says you deserve to see me? Not like you would know what to do anyway.” 

Your statement catches him off guard and his body moves before he can think. He pins you down on the bed, his body over yours and strong rough fingers holding your arms up above your head. He’s so close to you that you can smell the chamomile on his breath as he pants. 

Your nipples harden and bead through the thin fabric of your gown as his breath tickles your face and neck. He licks his lips, watching yours as they pull between your teeth. You raise one eyebrow, noticing the way he leans in and his body heat warms you. 

“Oh? Maybe you do know.”

You raise your head up to close the distance and kiss him. He hesitates for just a second before pressing harder into the kiss and reveling in how soft your lips feel against his. He loosens his grip on your hands, and you take the opportunity to run your fingers over the shaved hair at the nape of his neck and pull him closer to you. He groans at the feeling of your fingers scratching his scalp, and you let your tongue enter his mouth when he does. 

Levi likes the way you taste, surprisingly. You taste like the tea the two of you drank but slightly sweeter, pleasant, and he welcomes your tongue as he places a hand to your cheek. His fingers brush your hair behind your ear, and while he’s distracted, you lift up quickly to push him onto his back and straddle him. You lean over him grinding on the growing bulge in his pants through your undergarments. He sucks air through his teeth as you continue to grind and unbutton his shirt. 

“How about I show you something better than touching myself?” 

Your soft fingers against his skin make him quiver—no one’s ever touched him like this before. You are one hell of a nurse. He watches you as you undress him, shutting off the constant belittling voice in his mind that criticizes everything he does and focuses on how attractive you are. 

Of course he noticed it before, but he’s allowing himself to run away with the lust that peaked earlier when you came from the bathroom. 

When you’ve taken his shirt off, you kiss up his chest and he breathes a deep moan at the foreign pleasure as he grabs your hair and squeezes. You continue grinding on him, feeling him twitch inside his pants, a silent plea to be released. He closes his eyes as he thrusts up, applying more pressure and friction for more pleasure. When you stop moving, he opens his eyes to see your cocky grin above him. You pull your gown over your head, leaving your naked chest on display for him to gawk at. Maybe it’s because he’s never seen a woman this exposed in front of him, for him, but he swears you look...  

“Perfect,” he whispers under his breath. As you lean down to kiss him again, he wraps an arm around your back and pulls you closer. Your skin burns against his and you both pant as you reach a hand down between your bodies to unbutton and plunge your hand down his pants. You wrap your hand around his length, surprised at how thick and long he is. He lets out a long moan that turns into a growl as you stroke him. You chuckle against his lips, before pulling back and whispering, 

“So much for filthy.” 

He moans again as you move your hand farther down to massage his balls before he can utter the words “Shut up.”

“Hmmm… what was that?” You mutter, pulling his pants down and pulling your undergarments to the side. You let your slick ghost over his twitching cock, wetting and getting it ready. He sucks in another breath, amazed at how warm you feel. A little moan escapes your lips as you tease him and he looks at you in shock. The way the moan tumbles from your lips, as if you didn’t mean for it to be heard, drives him a little mad. 

You kiss his neck, nibble at his ear ,and the amount of stimulation almost causes him to come undone. He curses under his breath, a short clipped sentence that hides his desire. His eyes widen when he feels you grab his cock and position it at your entrance, running the tip over your clit and looking him in the eye. You flash him the cocky smile again before whispering, “Are you ready, Captain?” and sinking down on him painstakingly slow. 

As you drop yourself onto him, he stretches you more than you’ve ever been stretched, and you don’t even try holding back the moan that fills the room. Levi digs his fingers into your hips as you finally collapse completely down on his member. 

“Shit,” he says as he tries to concentrate on your face and the way your tits move as your chest heaves up and down. This feels...you feel amazing. He’s never felt like this before, and he doesn’t have words to describe it. Everything about this moment is too much and not enough all at once. The way your walls are flexing and clenching around him, the beads of sweat starting to form in the space between your tits, the way your lips and tongue looked when you spoke each syllable of his title, Captain. When you maneuver your hips and legs into a comfortable position to pull up and back down on top of him, his mind goes blank and the only thing he can think is— 

“Dammit, move y/n, ” he growls aloud through clenched teeth, not realizing it wasn’t in his head.  

You oblige, laughing out an, “Aye aye captain,” before lifting your hips and bouncing your ass on top of him. The squelch of your pussy would normally disgust Levi, such lewd noises shouldn’t be audible to anyone, but right now the Captain knows the sound means that you’re not only wet, but wet for him, and he has a tiny bit of pride at the idea.

Your tits bounce and he moves his hands from your hips to grab them and play with your nipples. His bold movement surprises you as whimpers tumble from your kiss stained lips. When you pick up the pace, you hear his breath catch, and his hands fly back to your hips to stabilize you. You’re close and you know he is too, but you’re determined to ride it out and make him cum before you. 

You’re actually surprised at his stamina; despite his inexperience, he’s keeping up with your movements. When he groans out, “Oh fuck,” you smile patronizingly down at him and lean down to purr in his ear, 

“Is it too much for you, Captain?” 

Your snarky tone ignites a fire in him and awakens his Ackerman instincts. He knows exactly what to do, it becomes clear as day in his head. He immediately wraps an arm around your torso to hold you close to his chest and flips you on your back, not slipping out of you. He rips the fabric of your underwear and tosses it aside. 

You blink once and he has your body pinned, your knees almost touching your shoulders. He presses down on your legs to flatten them more against your torso and pounds into you relentlessly. 

The pain from him folding you in half like a napkin gets to you, but the slap of his balls against your ass drowns out your cries of pain mixed with pleasure. Your eyes are wide as he bites his lip and continues to fuck you, panting and grunting with each thrust into your bruised cunt. 

He stares into your eyes, enjoying the surprised expression that replaced your irritatingly smug smile. He smirks as he feels his sack tighten and your pussy clench around him, and before the two of you come together in bliss he grunts in a proud voice, 

“I’m a quick learner.”

When his name rips from you and he spills cum into your womb, he releases your legs and lets them fall flat on the bed. He rolls over onto the other side beside you panting heavily. You don’t remember pulling him closer to you, nor him wrapping his arms around your torso and burying his face in your chest, but it’s how you awake the next morning as his soft snores vibrate your body. You kiss his forehead before running your fingers through his undercut and falling back asleep. 

--

The wagon trudges along the road through the snow. The roads are clear, but it still is not a smooth ride back to headquarters, and you and Levi bob along. You haven’t spoken about last night, both of you strangely formal with each other after waking in each other’s arms. You haven’t spoken more than what’s needed to help get the wagon loaded and the medical supplies together. 

As the two of you continue along to headquarters, he watches you from the corner of his eye, remembering how comfortable your arms felt around him while he slept soundly for the first time in years. You scan the horizon, watching the huge castle come into view. You sigh deeply to yourself before glancing over to the Captain and catching him staring at you. Heat dusts your cheeks and to hide your embarrassment you mutter to him, 

“It looks like you got some good sleep last night.” 

He doesn’t respond, just gives you a grunt and whips the reins of the horse to encourage it to keep moving. When the two of you arrive back at headquarters, Hange greets you two as Connie and Jean come out to help unload the wagon. You smile gratefully at them and Hange comes over to pat you lightly on the back. 

“Y/n! Glad you and Shorty were able to make it back in one piece! Sorry you had to deal with his grumpy attitude the entire time,” Hange laughs. Levi pushes past you two with an annoyed expression but you feel the slight pressure of lingering fingertips brushing against the small of your back and you give a warm smile to Hange. 

“Actually, it was a pleasure travelling with the Captain. We both learned a lot.”

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