#would chuckle softly at the little murmured satisfied moans and grumbles falling from your pretty plush lips

[mrsoharaa]

Getting a full body massage from Miguel. OOF-

he has such big, strong wide hands too...LORDDD 🫠😮‍💨🥴

[soleilandpeaches]

weak for your love

Keigo Takami x FemReader

synopsis: it’s almost 10am and you’re still asleep! He just misses you so much, he needs you so bad! Can you really blame him?

song title inspo: Weak for Your Love by Thee Sacred Souls

warnings: updated, oral sex (f!receiving), orgasms, somnophilia, cunnilingus, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), toothrotting fluff, keigo is a simp

Waltzing back into your room, Keigo grumbles to find you still snoozing so late in the morning. One thing he doesn’t care for is how different your sleep schedules are; you stay up late and sleep in late, he stays up late and wakes up early. Well, he usually wouldn’t stay up so late if he wasn’t fucking you into his bed every other night. Before he met you, he stayed pretty consistent with he sleep schedule, but now he has a reason to be up into the late hours of the night. Wether he was ravaging your needy cunt with his tongue, or thrusting into you with his cock, he never minded staying up later for you, oh not at all.

But even so, his body still wakes itself up, his natural body clock responding as it always did even before you. Because, even if he was staying up until midnight (or later) to satisfy you, he still had work to do. Crime didn’t exactly stop itself after all.

Yet today, he gets to stay home with you, something he doesn’t get to cherish often—he missed you! He wanted to spend his day spending his time with you before he had to leave you again, he needed to wake you up. He might as well do it in a way that won’t make you angry with him.

Sauntering over in just his sweatpants, he crawls over your sprawled out form, watching your stir and part your lips, softly moaning in your sleep. He lowers his head down to peck at your chapped lips before kissing along your cheeks and to your nose. He kisses down your jaw and back up to your ear, descending to your neck as his hands move up under your tank top to grope at your breasts.

He grins at your drawn out sigh, looking back to your face to see if you’ve woken up yet—you haven’t. Frowning, his nuzzles his nose into you temple before sultry whispering into you ear:

“Wake up, Baby.”

Still, you remain asleep, silently murmuring to yourself yet your eyes remain shut and your breaths stay even. He listens intently as you begin to moan and squirm, you must be dreaming, he thinks.

“You better be dreaming of me, Little Dove.” He chuckles possessively, gently pinching your nipple and tugging, pulling a short whimper from you.

Pulling your tank top above your chest, he watches as your breasts fall open, leaving your nipples to fully harden against the cool air. He hums appreciatively to himself before taking one of your perked buds into his mouth to suck.

“Keigo stop…”

He perks up, your chest chasing the warmth of his mouth as he anxiously scans your face.

“Baby? Are you awake?” He asks, afraid he crossed a boundary he wasn’t supposed to. So much for not making you angry, he chastens solemnly—he really wasn’t trying to!

And yet, you remain asleep, continuing to mumble incoherent words, tossing your head to the side with another sigh. He pouts again, unsure if he should continue if even dream you refused him.

His hands dip to find purchase onto your waist, gently tapping against your supple skin in thought.

“Mmm…” You begin to shift noisily beneath him, calling out his name in search for his warmth. He lets out a huff: a mixture between frustration and amusement.

“You’re so confusing, yknow?” He whispers longingly, back to peppering kisses onto your face, subtly grinding his half-hard cock onto your stomach.

This time, your drowsy eyes finally blink awake, a dopey smile stretching across your cheeks as you greet him with a gentle: “g’morning.”

“Finally,” he groans, he felt like if he had to wait any longer he would combust.

“What time is it?” You ask, rubbing at your eyes and turning you head to yawn so your morning breath wouldn’t hit his nose.

“It’s almost 10am, Sweatheart,” He informs softly, bringing his hand to gently guide your face back to him.

“Time to get up.” The faint desperation of his voice coaxes a content sigh from you, your arms reach up to hold him, fingers delicately massaging into his shoulders.

“You’re so needy.” You grumble, eyes falling back shut yet you stay awake.

He puffs, taken aback at your sudden gibe. Needy? Your words punctuating a tiny stab at his composure.

“You can go back to sleep if you want to Baby” He promises but refuses to pull away. Maybe he can get by with just cuddling you as you snooze.

Your smile returns, finding humor of his offense. “I’m only teasing,” you say, your hands sliding down to his biceps, humming as you do so.

“I like your neediness, it’s cute” You plant a kiss on his chin right above his stubble. Feeling relieved, he goes back to his previous menstruations, basking in your attention.

Unsatisfied, he takes your hand and guides it to grip the growing tent in his sweats, curling your fingers around his erection as he stares impatiently into your eyes.

“I want you.” He admits affectionately, waiting for your approval as you bat your eyes at him, unsurprised, yet charmed.

You hum thoughtfully, turning around and onto your stomach, hugging your pillow into your face, slightly arching your back in invitation.

“Give me a massage first.” You demand with wiggle to your hips, glancing back at him to gauge his reaction.

You little minx.

Though he isn’t displeased at your request, his warm hands finding purchase to your back, rubbing soft circles into your skin. He palms at you, seemingly lost in thought as he listens to your soft moans and approving hums.

“I’m so lucky…” you breathe with pleasure, a faint whimper sounding from your throat. Chuckling as he glows in response to your praise, he takes this moment to appreciate how lucky he is.

As his hands make his way down to your naked thighs, appreciating your forgo of panties when you sleep. He kneads at the soft dough of your legs, the cock between his legs stirring with anticipation.

As he squeezes the fat of your ass, he peeks up at your face, only to witness you falling back asleep. Tsking, he calls to wake you.

“Babe.” he says in a firm yet gentle tone.

“Hm?” Your eyes snapped open, you must’ve only been half-asleep. His hands continue to knead at the fat of your ass, signaling to you his needs.

You turn back around to face him, looking quite amused with yourself as you spread your legs from underneath him.

“You can have me,” you say, his hands quickly jumping to your legs to hold them steady.

“But you have to eat me out first.” You peer up at him, your eyes daring him to protest but he doesn’t—when would he ever? He smiles, leaning over you to litter kisses down your torso as you lift you tank top over your head, tossing it to the side as your hands find their place in his hair.

“That’s it baby…”

His dick pulses, cheeks dusting pink at your praise, hurriedly reaching your dripping pussy and lifting your legs up and over his shoulders. He waste no time licking along your folds, dipping his tongue against your entrance before sliding back up and to your clit. He purrs at the taste of your juices, you always taste so good.

Flicking his tongue back and forth against your clit, he teases his digits along your labia before dipping one into you, curling upwards to find that special spot that has you coming undone for him.

“Fuck Baby.” he moans against your pussy, slipping the hem of his pants below his cock so he can grind against the bed, indifferent to the mess he makes.

Gripping your thighs tight, he shoves his face further into your cunt, sucking and slurping away as your legs threaten to crush his head. Your wanton moans spurring him on further as he slides a second finger into you.

God he loves you so much, you could ask anything of him and he would die working to give it to you. Your hands tighten in his hair, pulling and shoving him closer to your needy clit, your moans growing in volume as his fingers pick up in pace.

It doesn’t take him long to get you to unravel for him, he can tell you’re about to cum before you even warn him. He slips his fingers out to swiftly replace with his tongue, his nose rubbing it’s assault against your clit as the heel of his palm presses into your belly.

“Keigo!” you wail, warm cum filling his mouth as he drinks you up, pushing his face impossibly closer as his hands pull your hips further into him. He’s moving his head back and forth in frantic, growling like a starved animal before he pulls away, spit and slick following in strings before detaching.

Slapping your thigh as he heaves; his chest is falling up and down rhythmically.

“Fuck, I love you.” He proclaims, diving in to kiss you, unsympathetic of your struggling to catch your breath. You squirm against his kisses, turning away so you can breathe before he’s pulling you back in for more.

He’s kissing down your neck when he feels your toes curling around the seem of his pants, sliding them down his legs. Kicking the rest of them off and onto the floor, he repositions himself in front of you. Pawing at your body, he demands seductively into your ear:

“Put it in.”

You obey, grabbing him by his base to lazily stroke him before guiding him to your entrance. He braces himself with a sharp intake, one hand gripping the headboard.

“Fuuuuck…” he groans, you’re always so damn tight. Clutching you tightly by your waist, he squeezes your soft flesh as he bullies his cock further into you, welcoming your wet heat to swallow his cock.

“Oh my god baby, yes…” he whimpers into your neck, rejoicing in your gasps and moans as his pelvis comes into contact with yours, fully sheathed inside.

“Just like that right? Hm?” He breathes into your ear as he carefully thrusts up into you. Hoisting you up by your legs, he wraps them around his thin waste. Taking a stabilizing inhale, pulls out agonizingly slow before thrusting back in—just how you like it: deep and slow.

You nod your head frantically, eyes screwed shut and your lips delicately parted to let out a series of high-pitched whines. Your hand finds purchase anchoring yourself with his bicep as the other smooths against his chest. Tossing your head back, you bite your lip to ground yourself against the pleasure he was assaulting onto your body.

He decides he can’t hear you as well this way, so he takes his thumb to pull your lip away from your teeth. In response you suck his thumb into your mouth, staring into him as you do, lips still apart as you let out a short sob when he hits that spot just right.

“Yeah—oh fuck—right there baby? Huh?” His hips pick up in pace, the room resounding with the sound of skin-to-skin slapping and desperate sounds of pleasure.

He watches as your tits bounce before leaning down to bury his face in between him, pulling your hips up to continuing meeting his thrusts. He breathes in your natural smell, eyes rolling back into his head at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him,

“Yes, yes yes yes yes yes yes!” he chants like a mantra, voice tapering off into a dramatic whine. Your hands move past his neck and down his back to leave red wilts in there wake. He spreads his wings out wide, fluttering gusts of short winds in response to your nails narrowly missing to cut.

He feels your heels dig into the dimples of his lower back, pushing him further inside of you as your cunt flutters around him.

“Fuck, touch yourself Angel” he commands, not a second later he watches your hand slither in between your sweaty bodies to rub circles onto your clit. Gasping as he feels you squeeze him harder, convulsing his cock in your dripping warmth.

“Yes! Fuck just like that!”

He’s panting into your chest like a dog, his mouth returning to your breast before clamping down. He revels in your lewd gasp as you arch into him, your cunt clenching down like a vice as you cum. In return, he lets out a final groan, spilling into you, his hips continuing their assault as he rides out his extreme high.

He’s panting back into your neck, chest-to-chest, he feels the wetness of his salvia rub against him.

“Good?” he concerns you with with a perturbed expression, worried he went overboard on you first thing in the morning.

“Amazing.” You answer, rapid breaths pouring out of you as you relax your shaking legs from his hips. He chuckles deeply, pulling out to watch his cum spill out of you before pushing it back in with his thumb.

“Keigo…” you whine, your body jumping in overstimulation.

He laughs, kissing your wet and parted lips with a sigh. “Sorry baby.” He says, though you both know he really isn’t.

“Are you awake now?” He inquires with a teasing hilt, smiling against your lips before nuzzling his nose into your cheek as he waits for your reply.

“Yes, now get off so I can go pee.”

“Yes ma’am.” He laughs, falling off you as he blissfully watches you stretch. You turn back to him, holding his face in your hands to press a loving kiss to his forehead.

“Can we make breakfast together?” You ask hopefully. He radiates excitement, his imaginary tail thumping against the sheets. He catches your lips with his as you pull away, tempting you back towards him before you leave.

He loves you so much.

“Of coarse we can.” he promises, looking up at you as you gaze down at him fondly before you turn to saunter into the bathroom. But just before you close the door you call his name.

He raises his head back up at you as he cleans himself off with a tissue, hissing at the sensitivity.

“Hm?”

“I love you.”

[writers-block246]

Jason Todd x Reader Dialogue Prompt - “Do you trust me?”

Note: italics are emphasis and thoughts. I don’t own the gif.

You heard him before you saw him.

For Jason’s height and bulk, he was extremely light and agile on his feet. He was always, always quiet.

Something’s wrong.

A groan coming from the other room confirmed your suspicion.

Your heart sped up.

“Jason?” You frantically called, as you hurried into your living room.

There, in all his Red Hood glory, sat Jason Todd. He was spread out on your couch like he owned the thing (which, he kinda did, after he had to replace your other one due to his tendency to bleed all over it).

He looked up when you entered the room. “Heya, doll. How ya doing?”

You scanned his body, looking for any sign of injuries. And, of course, he was littered with them.

You glared. “Don’t start your shit.”

Huffing, you stomped to your bathroom to get your first aid kit. No matter how many times you experienced this routine, it never seemed to make you any more prepared to see Jason hurt and in pain.

Grabbing the kit, you quickly made your way back to the couch. Jason’s eyes were halfway closed, and your prodded his shoulder. “Hey, no dying on me, ya hear?” you grumbled.

He laughed slightly, followed by a worrying cough. “Already did that, remember?”

You rolled your eyes. You decided to start with his torso, where the majority of his injuries were. Plus, they seemed to be deeper and more worrisome than the cut on his forehead. “Sit up so I can remove your costume.”

He gave you a mock-affronted look. “Okay, first off, it’s not a costume. That’s just rude. Second off, if you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was ask.”

You, used to his behavior by now, just sighed in response. “Jason,” you said tersely.

Hearing your firm tone, his expression turned a little meek. Still, he huffed. (Always one for the dramatics). “Okay,” he conceded.

Sitting up, he allowed for you to remove his chest plate and the top half of his armor. Pulling down the spandex, you were greeted by the numerous scars that littered his chest. His oh so well-defined chest.

God, he really was gorgeous. Pretty blue eyes, messy black hair, and muscles for days. Not to mention, those thighs.

Snapping yourself from those completely inappropriate thoughts, you began to gather your medical supplies, hoping Jason hadn’t caught you staring.

Apparently, you just couldn’t get that lucky.

“Like I said, babe. All you have to do is ask.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. “Shut up, Todd.”

“Nah, you’d miss my intellectual conversations.”

You refused to give him a response. Exasperated, you got to work on his chest wounds.

Surprisingly, Jason remained quiet for most of the ‘procedure.’ Looking up, you saw that his eyes had fallen closed again.

“You better still be alive. I don’t want this work to be for nothing.”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m not going anywhere. Yet.”

You huffed a fake sigh. “What a shame,” you teased.

He smirked in reply, but offered no verbal response.

Jason always has a smartass response to everything and anything. He really must be tired if he isn’t snarking back at me.

You sighed, and straightened your back. “Okay, chest is done, now it’s just your head. Looks pretty superficial to me.”

He grumbled. “Doesn’t feel superficial.”

Rolling your eyes (an action that was completely normal, and even expected, around him), you grabbed the materials needed to clean his head wound.

“Such a baby.”

He shot you an annoyed look.

Smiling proudly to yourself, you reached to gently move his hair from his forehead. At the small touch, Jason’s eyes fluttered closed, and he gave a small sigh.

Your brow wrinkled. That was . . . unexpected.

Telling yourself his reaction didn’t mean anything, you began to clean his cut. You then cupped the side of his face softly, moving his head to the side in order to get a better view of his injury.

You didn’t think you imagined him leaning into your hand.

Deciding to test the waters, you ran your thumb down the side of his face, hand coming to rest beneath his chin. To your shock, he seemed to nuzzle into your touch.

“Jay?” you questioned.

He startled, almost as if he was in a trance. Blushing, he began to stutter: “Oh, shit, I-I’m sorry.”

You were confused. Based on his reactions, you would almost deem him touch starved. It then occurred to you that you had never really touched Jason before, other then the quick and methodical movements used to fix his wounds. You didn’t think you’ve ever even touched his face before. “Jace, when was the last time you were touched?”

At this, his blush deepened, and he became a little defensive: “Well, I haven’t really had time to fuck, after the whole dying and coming back thing.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. When was the last time you had any physical intimacy?”

He shifted in his seat. “I’m not sure,” he mumbled quietly.

Nodding, you steeled yourself for your next move. “Okay, do you trust me?”

Without hesitation, he nodded.

With that, you quickly finished cleaning his cut, and moved the medical instruments to the side. Looking him in the eye, you slowly reached out, as if not to startle him, and cupped his face gently between both of your hands. He breathed out slowly, never breaking eye contact, so you took that as a sign to continue. You ran your fingers down his cheekbones, tenderly caressing him. His eyes fluttered once more, and he nuzzled into the palm of your hand. One hand moved to cup the back of his neck, while the other reached up to smooth the hair from his forehead. You began to run your fingers through his hair, taking the time to massage his scalp. He let out a small moan at your actions, and your breathing picked up at the sound.

Okaaayyyy, down girl. This is definitely not the time. He needs intimacy, not sex.

Hopefully, though, that would be for another time.

His eyes opened, and he looked embarrassed. “Sorry,” he murmured with an apologetic smile.

You smiled in return. “No worries, it’s normal.”

Deciding to lighten the mood (and hopefully return him to his normal assholish ways, because no matter how many times you said you couldn’t stand him, you secretly loved his banter and wit), you said: “Plus, it’s not like you could help yourself. I’m just so irresistible.”

He snorted in amusement. “That’s exactly it.”

(Was that you’re imagination, or did he just shoot you a fond look?)

You laughed, and contemplated your next move, bold as it was.

“Okay, Imma do something, but if you’re not comfortable with it, let me know.”

“Okay . . . “ he said skeptically.

Moving slowly once more, you carefully maneuvered yourself into his lap.

He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh shut up, Jay Jay.”

He smirked, but didn’t reject your advancements (if they could even be called that). Looking up (and, Jesus, he was so tall you had to crane your neck to see him, even from your place in his lap), your eyes met his.

Removing your hands from his hair, he released a small sound of disapproval.

You giggled at his antics, but smoothed your hands down from his neck to his chest. You felt the bumps of his scars beneath your hands. Gently, you traced the outline of his autopsy scar. He’s been through so much.

His breath hitched, but he made no move to push you off of him. He remained tense, though, and you worried that he was uncomfortable.

Then, his shoulders relaxed, and he quipped: “I knew you were only trying to get me naked.”

Shaking your head in fond disbelief, you laughed. “I can’t stand you.”

“Oh, then please, remain sitting right where you are,” he smirked.

But you knew him. He would talk a lot of shit, but at the end of the day, Jason Todd was just a big teddy bear. And because you knew him, you understood what he was really saying: I’m okay, I’m good with this.

And, okay, so maybe that made you a little more happy than what it should, but that’s not the point.

You couldn’t help the smile that overcame your face. “Shut the hell up, Todd. Just for that, you are now my personal pillow.”

With that, you snuggled into him, placing your head under his chin.

He snorted. “What am I? A tool to satisfy your desires?”

You smiled. “Oh good, you know your place.”

The laugh he let loose rippled through you. You glanced up at him through your lashes as his laughter died down into chuckles.

Fuck, he’s gorgeous.

His pretty eyes were squinted in his mirth, and his smile was bright. The light that bled through the curtains shined across his face.

What kind of Disney movie shit is this?

Tentatively, he placed an arm around your waist, and you hid your grin in his chest.

The two of you laid together in silence for quite awhile. Hesitantly, though, he broke it.

“Thank you,” he murmured quietly. “For this.”

You grinned. “Of course, Jay. Anything for your dumbass.”

You felt him smile against your forehead, and then the weight of the blanket that he draped across you two.

You sighed contentedly, and snuggled further into him. His arm tightened around you.

Did you fall asleep together? Possibly. Did you also awake to a cute Jason Todd with adorable bedhead asking you on a date? Maybe.

And to think, all it took was a little trust.

-Admin Cheyenne

[ahgaseda]

wolf boys || chapter 17

⇥ synopsis : being the young alpha female over a pack of misbehaving werewolves is no easy task and is made even more complicated when the time comes to choose a mate...

⇥ warnings : this story in its entirety includes but is not limited to strong language and dialogue, recurring violence or mentions of blood, and explicit sexual content, and is intended for an adult audience only!

Heat may have faded, but that certainly did nothing to stop Jaebeom and his hunger for your body.

“I can finally take you on your back,” he whispered darkly, rolling you over. “See your pretty face when you come for me.”

You raked your nails down his broad chest, licking your lips as you watched him slip his hands to the bends of your knees and pull you apart. His scalding gaze was on your folds, glistening with arousal and release.

The pheromones had quelled. Jaebeom no longer knotted inside you, locking your bodies together after each tryst. For the time being, you thrummed in a constant low current of bliss, body satisfied and filled with little concern of ever feeling empty again.

Jaebeom looked to the bated expression on your face and slipped his length over the hood of your clit. Then, he waited for your consent, which you gave to him with a few nods as you gazed up at him in anticipation.

“Take it,” you finally whimpered when he took too long to penetrate you.

Jaebeom fought a smirk, heady with your endless desire for him, and pressed his cock into your entrance, filling you up as he had before over and over. You lilted your head back and let a tiny moan escape you. Every nerve ending was on edge, every inch of his length driving you through sensitivity.

No more coupling to breed. This was purely for pleasure.

Jaebeom guided your ankle to his shoulder and began to pound away at you, ever eager to give you climax and hear you scream his name for all to hear. You gasped for air at how deeply he stroked inside you. This wasn’t like the other times when you endured his thrusts and your body would move in sync.

You placed a firm hand at the lowest reach of his stomach, trying to slow him down.

Jaebeom tossed his hair out of his eyes and glanced down at your hand.

You winced loudly through your teeth at his hips colliding with yours. “Gentle,” you whispered, trembling. “Gentle…”

Jaebeom studied where your bodies met and something inexplicable crossed over his face. You couldn’t tolerate his usual roughness and now, he saw you as fragile as glass. “Nice and slow then,” he replied softly.

You nodded.

Jaebeom pulled your leg from his shoulder and propped himself over you, chest-to-chest, kissing you tenderly. He just knew there was a baby in your belly; a baby the two of you had made together from a place of love and passion. After the last few days, he knew your body better than his own and hoped that was the reason for your newfound intolerance.

You purred in his ear, locking your ankles over his lower back. His lips danced across your neck, lapping at your skin and setting you afire. The thoughts in his mind blended into your own, becoming shared as everything else between you.

Slow and gentle, you echoed, eyes rolling back at the intensity of his thrusts. Each draw back and push forward of his hips had you seeing stars. His effort was concentrated, coaxing you to completion.

And when Jaebeom told you, “Come for me,” your body didn’t hesitate to obey him.

After his cock throbbed deep in your cunt and painted your walls with release, you brushed your nails up and down his back in comfort. Jaebeom hadn’t stayed inside since the first time, when you requested it of him. Once his knot had been free, he was content to sleep, but not this time.

With no knot to keep him trapped inside, he tightened his arms around you and kept himself buried in your heat in quiet possession. The first thing you noticed was his attention was not on your face.

Something had spooked him.

Reaching up to comb hair from his eyes, you asked, “What is it?”

His response was gruff, “...Nothing.”

You chuckled, your voice barely a whisper. “Jaebeom, you’re inside me. It’s impossible for you to lie.”

Jaebeom finally looked at you and exhaled heavily. Leaning in to kiss you with warmth and affection, you began to wonder if he was trying to make you forget your question.

“An alpha male,” he finally answered and bristled at the mere thought of a challenger seeking his female. “He entered the territory last night.”

You were wholly unconcerned, considering heat had faded. “And if we stay like this, he can’t enter me,” you quipped, since that appeared to be Jaebeom’s motivation for keeping inside you.

Jaebeom frowned. Not in the mood for humor.

It was worth a try, you mused to yourself, knowing he would hear. But you understood where his mind was; Jaebeom was a male that had just bred his mate. His concerns were quite firmly planted in thoughts of protection and defense. Just as yours were fixating to sustenance and nourishment for what would be your growing offspring.

“You’re very weak right now,” Jaebeom commented with worry, eyes centering on the flush of your cheeks. “I feel it.”

It was true. You were dangerously low on energy. “I haven’t eaten in three days. I’ve been busy making a baby with my mate,” you crooned, pulling him closer to press a wet kiss to his neck.

“Mm,” Jaebeom hummed, flexing with arousal at your words. Even the way you spoke was slow and drawn out. There was a shift in your hormones. Where yours had saturated the air he breathed and nearly drowned the scent of him, now his was becoming the dominant again.

Heat had come to an end. It was nature’s way of restoring the balance, of concealing you beneath his scent and warding off potential threats.

After a few more tender kisses, your heart fluttered at the catch in his breath when his lips met yours. Jaebeom was consumed by you, in every possible way.

You let your head fall back, eyes closing as you ran out of strength. “I’m so tired.”

“You’ve been amazing,” Jaebeom whispered, rising to his let his cock slip from your folds and watching his seed fall from your opening. “I can’t wait to watch my baby grow.”

You smiled at that, but your growling stomach gave you a tug. “I need food.”

It had been three days since you left the bedroom. The moment you opened the door, you stuck your head out and peered down the hallway in search of boys. Boys that would undoubtedly pester you about all of the sex you’d been having.

Scurrying to the kitchen, you grumbled with annoyance. There was a definite limp to your walk, soreness lingering between your thighs. You would give Jaebeom a piece of your mind when he finished cleaning himself up.

Then, you smirked, reminded how good he felt and decided to save your complaints for another day.

Opening the fridge and cabinets, you gathered food and proceeded to stuff your face with everything you could find. Going three days without a meal, though the feat was much easier for wolves than humans, you were ravenous.

The scent of another male tickled your nose and you turned as Jackson stepped through the back door. You both gawked at each other briefly before a grin pulled at his lips.

“You smell like Jaebeom,” he teased with his usual humor.

There was nothing in you that distrusted Jackson, but in that moment, you were tired and hungry and extremely vulnerable. Your instincts were still very much in control.

“You smell like male that is not Jaebeom,” you growled.

Jackson held up his hands to show he was of no threat, though he kept smiling. “Ooh, okay. She’s a little hostile.”

Having sensed your shift in emotions, Jaebeom descended the stairs rapidly, zipping up his pants. He moved to your side and coiled an arm around your waist possessively. You folded into his bare chest, burrowing your head beneath his chin. He had foregone a shirt, solely for the reason of allowing you to feel his skin against yours, and wanting to let his scent fill the air without barrier.

Jackson chuckled at your behavior. You were clearly love drunk and still quite hormonal.

Jaebeom looked to his delta and said, “Head back. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Neither male wanted to contend with the protective instincts of a female at the moment.

“Sure thing,” Jackson said with a wiggle of his brows at you.

You narrowed your eyes in scolding.

Once the door had closed, Jaebeom pressed his lips to your temple sweetly and murmured, “Someone is a little feisty.”

You guided his arm across your stomach, like a shield. Nuzzling his neck, you whispered submissively, “My baby belongs to the alpha.”

Jaebeom rumbled like thunder deep in his throat and the sound nearly sent you to your knees. He was quick to warn, “Don’t make me bend you over this counter and show them how well you take my cock.”

You giggled with mischief. Bracing your hands on his chest and pushing the alpha male away playfully, you said, “I have to eat. Keep them away from me until I’m ready.”

“Yes, alpha,” he replied, sauntering to the door and not taking his eyes off of you until he was outside.

You ate until you were content. You felt your strength return little by little, gathering in the pit of your stomach. Rarely did your hand leave your belly. You wanted to know your baby was thriving there, wanted desperately to sense their presence inside you.

With time, you consoled yourself. There was not a single doubt in your mind that the days spent underneath Jaebeom had been successful. You were both young and healthy wolves; not to mention, exemplary alphas. With that in mind, you commanded your thoughts to leave you alone. Stressing over it would never help.

Finally, as the sun left the sky and the moon took her rightful place above, you stepped outside. The four wolves in the yard had been sparring, welcoming back their brother after days without him. They each in turn stopped to watch you, eyes fixated to their alpha female as you descended the stairs.

You still couldn’t phase, couldn’t join them in true form. Your magic was needed elsewhere.

You came to sit in their midst, a human between four massive beasts. Jinyoung tucked his head into your lap, whining until you hugged him between your arms. Jackson swiped his rough tongue over your cheek while Mark was complacent to curl up at your side and let you lean against him.

Settling down after their greetings, one by one the wolves lifted their heads to the moon and howled for all to hear. This song was threatening, eerie - devoid of the grace and gentility of your voice. It was meant as such. To ward off those that would encroach on the claimed territory and the female.

Between notes, Jaebeom inhaled deeply through his nose and the scent on his tongue made him snarl. He’s too close, the alpha hissed lowly.

“I’m not in heat anymore,” you reminded, hands threading in Mark and Jinyoung’s fur.

Perched across from you, the ebony wolf met your eyes. They looked even more golden than usual. But he smelled you and kept following the scent.

We drive him out, said Jackson, rising to his paws and wagging his tail, excited at the prospect of a fight.

Jaebeom rose then, towering over you, and turned to his delta. You stay with her. 

Jackson bowed his head shortly. He was the strongest, of course he would be the protector of the alpha female.

Then, Jaebeom approached you. Who do you want to come with me?

You hesitated, wondering how he would feel if Jinyoung stayed behind at your side.

Jaebeom tilted his furry head and replied, I’m not threatened by him.

You snorted. Jaebeom was tapped into you at this point. There was no need to hide anything from him. You instinctively put a hand over your belly and Jaebeom’s gaze followed.

The alpha brought his head to your lap, rubbing his cheek at the flat expanse of your stomach. You cradled his furry snout, indulging him in his instinctive need.

Pulling back, the wolf announced, I will go alone.

“No,” you replied without a thought.

You can’t phase, he asserted. Three guards are better.

“But Jaebeom…,” you began, getting to your feet and preparing to argue.

I’m the alpha. I will go alone.

The other wolves paced, showing their submission and respect.

You took your mate’s head in your hands, fingers winding in his fur, and said, “Stand before me.”

The beast blinked in surprise.

“I want a kiss.”

Jaebeom appeared before you in an instant, taking you in his arms and melding his lips to yours. You smiled against his mouth, grasping his waist to pull him closer.

“Come back to me,” you said when the two of you finally broke apart. “Fast.”

“Yes, alpha,” was all he said and you knew he meant it.

You watched the man become a midnight wolf in the flash of a second, sprinting into the darkness of the forest without looking back.

For a moment, you stood there, staring into the endless sea of pitch black nothingness that had swallowed him. The three remaining wolves felt the pain in your heart as if it were their own and gathered around you, concealing you in their fur.

You reached up to tangle your fingers in Jinyoung’s familiar coat. You leaned against Mark’s sturdy shoulder. And Jackson brought his head before you, guarding your stomach at the risk of exposing his own throat. A symbolic gesture.

That was when you felt it. The faintest wisp of a thought. One that was not your own.

As tears rolled down your cheeks, you smiled faintly, safe and sound with your wolf boys.

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Credo: “Why do you keep looking at me?” Dante: “Oh, you only just caught on? Why do you think I can’t keep my eyes off of you? ;)"

( During DMC4, canon-divergence )

Credo could feel it. He was being watched by...someone. As he darted through the halls of Fortuna Castle on the tail of the mysterious assassin, he could tell someone’s eyes were on him. The assassin’s? The demons he cut through with ease? Agnus, who he despised already and could see most of the rooms of Castle Fortuna from the ‘comfort’ of his subterranean labs? 

“Why do you hide yourself?” He asked into the gallery he ended up in, frustrated by the assassin’s evasiveness. “I can feel your eyes on me.”

“Oh, you only just caught on?” A man steps out from the shadows, draped in red, wearing a too easy smile on his face. “Why do you think I can’t keep my eyes off of you, angel face?” He said with a wink. Credo narrowed his eyes at the assassin.

“Dante...” He growled, lifting up his trusted Durandal. The named assassin merely laughed, pulling his own large sword off his back. 

“I do love a little foreplay.” He teased with a wink. 

Credo charged, Durandal and the steel(?) greatsword slamming together and throwing sparks. The two swordsmen traded and countered blows, Credo caught off guard by how strong Dante was. His eyes glanced to the exposed forearms, muscles flexing with how he skillfully wielded the greatsword-

He was slammed out of his thoughts by a forceful counter, sending him backwards. He groaned as he skidded across the floor. Dante slammed Rebellion into the ground and walked over to him.

“Well, who’s looking now?” Dante teased, kneeling down to help him up. “You think I didn’t notice you staring?”

“Shut up.” He growled, despite not having much threat behind it. Dante did win, after all. Dante frowned, reaching over to gently caress his cheek. 

“Hey, if you’re not up for it, you can say no.” Dante’s tenderness caught the Supreme General off guard. “I’m not gonna force you to do anything you don’t want.” 

“...you...do you mean it?” Credo asked hesitantly. Dante nodded. He looked away in thought, unsure what to do. Perhaps he could twist this into a tactical win for him, delaying Dante’s escape for his men to catch him? He did have rule over Fortuna by technicality, as the line of rule passed to him. After a few more minutes, he turned to Dante. “Very well.” 

What he expected was a ravishing right then and there. What he got was a Dante with a too wide grin and the man hoisted up into one of his (surprisingly strong) arms, the other grabbing his greatsword and yanking it out of the ground. Credo instinctively clung onto Dante, earning a laugh from the demon hunter. Dante’s great strides led him out of the gallery and towards the Master’s Bedroom, thrown onto the bed. Credo landed on the plush bed with a loud ‘oomf!’, hearing the door slam shut behind Dante. 

“Let’s get this party started.” Dante purred. Credo noticed, for a brief moment, what looked like burning flames in his eyes. Who was this man? The question disappeared when Dante’s lips met his, senses filled with gunpowder and leather and the faint bitterness of whiskey. He could vaguely register Dante’s wandering hands, pulling off his uniform and leaving him bare. 

“What of you?” Credo panted the moment Dante pulled back. Dante laughed softly. 

“What kind of guest would I be if I didn’t ravish the current Lord of Fortuna properly?” Dante teased. So he did know about the hierarchy of the Order of the Sword. He was smarter than he expected, Credo had to admit. Dante’s lips landed back on his body, attaching themselves to a nipple. Credo gasped as a hot tongue swirled around the surprisingly sensitive bud. He arched his back, squirming under the weight of the other man, pinning him down. His hand tugged uselessly at Dante’s coat, the other reaching up to his mouth to bite down on the leather of his glove. Dante reached up, grabbing his wrist and pinning into the bed. 

“Dante?” Credo breathed, 

“I like hearing you, Credo.” Dante hummed before moving to the other nipple. Credo bit his lip, squirming underneath Dante spoiling the other nipple before the gaze of fangs made him gasp. Since when did he have fangs?! Dante chuckled, earning a frown from him. He lifted up his head, irritation meeting playful mirth. 

“Mind the fangs.” He growled.

“Of course, milord.” There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Before Credo could think about it too long, he darted forward for a peck. Credo jumped in surprise, the thought chased out of his head before Dante stood up, shedding his coat. Tossing his coat aside, he undid his shirt. Credo’s face heated up again at the sight of his muscles and the faint hint of hair on his chest. His eyes wandered down, to a silver happy trail that continued down his pants.

Why was that hot to him!? Why was he staring?!

He didn’t get long to think about that before Dante shed his pants and underwear. Credo stared at the sheer girth Dante was packing.

“How- That cannot possibly-” 

“Lube and patience, angel face.” Dante chirped, pulling out a tube from a pocket in his coat. Pulling off his gloves, he coated his fingers with lube and carefully pushed a finger inside. Credo shuddered and tensed up. “Relax for me...” Dante soothed, leaning down to slowly kiss the new Lord of Fortuna. Credo shuddered from the kisses, Dante slowly pushing in his fingers and stretching out his entrance. Credo didn’t expect such gentleness from an assassin, unless he saw something special in him. 

Tch, of course he did. He was the ruling power, after all. 

Credo’s hand gripped Dante’s shoulder tightly, grounding himself as Dante slid his second finger inside him. Dante thrust and scissored his fingers inside Credo, determined to prepare him properly. Dante pulled back to let Credo breathe, the general letting out a breathless sigh. 

“Did I steal your breath away?” Dante asked coyly. Credo let out a sigh. “Apparently not.” Dante shrugged before he rubbed his fingers against a certain spot. Credo gasped out, shaking from the rub. He swore he heard Dante murmur something before his fingers pulled out of him. Credo let out a huff, eyes slowly fluttering open. There was no way he was done yet. He watched as Dante lined himself up at his entrance before, with a care that surprised him, pushed inside. 

“Dante!” Credo hissed, gripping tightly onto the taller man. Dante chuckled, reaching down to hold onto Credo’s thighs. The man hooked his legs around Dante’s midsection, his only thought being to keep the man close to him.

“Can’t wait to hear you sing for me...” Dante mused before bucking hard into him. Credo gasped, clinging onto Dante as he thrust hard into him, soft moans accenting each thrust into him. Dante leaned down, those fangs grazing his skin before biting down. He yelped from the bite, a rather unbecoming yelp if he had the mind to think about it. He could feel him sucking hard on his skin, most likely leaving a dark mark on the skin. 

He was finding himself not caring about the bite, the mark that Dante was leaving behind like a conqueror. 

“Come.” Was that Dante? He couldn’t tell, his mind unraveling from the pleasure. Some base part of him compelled him to obey and obey he did, legs shaking as he came from the growl. He could feel warmth pouring into him, Dante filling him with seed most likely. Dante’s grip on him was tense, as if he didn’t want to let him go, before the taller male pulled back. Credo closed his eyes, breathing heavily. “Ain’t that a pretty look on you, angel face.”

“The Order...will find out about this...” He panted. Dante laughed.

“With you lookin’ all ruffled? Do you really want them to find you like this?” He asked. Credo slowly sat up, staring up and down at Dante and at himself. They were both nude, covered in sweat and cum, and he knew he had something on his neck. Credo grumbled and laid down. “How about you take a nap, angel face?” Dante said, pulling him into the bed. “I’ll come back for you, I promise.”

“To finish the job?” Credo asked with a sleepy huff. 

“Nope.” Dante leaned over, pressing a kiss to his lips. “To bring up the angel out from the wolves.” Credo furrowed his eyes, unsure as to what that meant, but exhaustion was pulling at his mind. “Night, angel face.”

“You...nn...” He closed his eyes, falling asleep at the sound of rustling clothes and a rather self-satisfied hum from Dante.

[mimirexx]

Late Night Visit

Alright since I’ve been lacking motivation to write out my original story, i started a new one and finished it in just one or two days (yay?)

I think starting something new actually gave me a boost and it turned out into this short thing!

Also special thanks to @snk-characters-thoughts for reviving my love for this ship 💕💕

It most likely is super messy and shitty and short but its been too long since i last posted something so here we go!

Read here or on ao3 

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After a failed mission outside the walls, the soldiers returned home. Far away from the titans and behind protecting walls. They’ve made many losses, uncountable soldiers wounded and injured. The mission failed and it was better they retreated before they’d lose much more precious soldiers.

Sasha got injured badly after she tried to save Connie from a titan that came too close. The titan raised his hand and pretty much slapped her against the ground like a fly after she managed to push her friend out of the way. Connie ended the job and helped Sasha onto his horse to get her out of danger afterwards.

It was risky and dangerous but they eventually made it back and were now getting settled in the headquarters. Mikasa took care of Sasha’s wounds, which luckily weren’t as severe as expected. She had a broken leg and bruises over her arm and face- somehow, she managed to fall just right. That didn’t mean she wasn’t in pain, though. Everything hurt, moving around was draining and, worst of all, she hasn’t gotten any food since their return.

“Hnngg...” She shuffled uncomfortably on the bed, groaning with each time she moved a muscle. Her gaze flicked over to the window, at the bright stars and moon, illuminating her room.

It probably was already after midnight but she wasn’t sure, she lost track of time. After what felt like hours, the door of her room opened and someone came inside. Her eyes immediately shot wide open and she licked her lips. That smell... it could only be one thing.

“Is that-?!“

“Meat, yes.” The person, who turned out to be Levi, cut in shortly and approached her bed. “Everyone’s already sleeping and I knew you would be hungry. It’s not much but it should be enough to satisfy your needy ass for now.”

The brunette began panting with anticipation, her drool literally rolling down her chin. “Th-That’s really considerate of you, c-captain!”

Levi placed the tray on the nightstand so he could help Sasha sitting up and placed the pillow behind her back for support. “Whatever, just eat up.” The tray was placed onto Sasha’s lap and the soldier immediately began munching on the luscious meat gleefully. Her eyes pretty much gleamed with how good it was to eat juicy, delicious meat.

Levi was watching her a little disgusted, but he just sighed and reached down to pull Sasha’s hair out of her face. “You eat like a pig.” He commented as he took the hair tie from the nightstand drawer and tied up the girl’s hair. Her hair shouldn’t get into the food, at very least.

Sasha didn’t answer Levi- probably didn’t even hear him either, and, suddenly, she had the strength to move her arms around so wildly. She was way too focused on her heavenly meal and wasn’t interested in anything else. It actually was just a bowl of soup, some bread and a cup of hot tea, together with the extra meat on the side. To Sasha, this was the best meal she had in forever.

While Sasha was pretty much moaning with each bite, Levi folded his arms over his chest and watched her almost amusedly. It was quite funny to watch Sasha eating as if she was close to starving. Even if she was always like that, this time it was different.. somehow. Levi felt different.

“Agh-!!” Sasha suddenly exclaimed and opened her mouth to fan her burned tongue. “Hothothot!!!” She exclaimed in distress, looking up at Levi helplessly with her tongue stuck out.

Raising a brow, Levi tilted his head lightly and let out a short snort. Then he reached down and ruffled the girl’s hair gently, “That’s your own fault, brat. Tea is hot.” He stated as a fact which made Sasha chuckle. She leaned up into his touches, liking the little affection she got a lot.

“There’s something else hot here too...” The girl muttered to herself. Levi’s hand stopped at that and he eyed her suspiciously, but Sasha just chuckled and held up her bowl. “My soup!” She exclaimed and slurped down the rest of it quietly. Lucky for her, the bowl covered most of her face so there was no way for Levi to have seen the faint blush on her cheeks.

By the time Sasha lowered her bowl again, the tea’s temperature cooled down just enough to be drunk without getting burned another time. When she finally was done with everything and hadn’t left a single crumble on the tray, Sasha leaned back with an satisfied sigh and placed her hand on her belly. “That was so good... Thank you, captain.”

After Levi took the tray back, Sasha carefully scooted back into a laying position. She nuzzled her head into the pillow, her gaze staying on Levi while he took the tray and headed over to the door without losing another word.

But before he could reach out for the doorknob, the brunette spoke up timidly, “Captain? It’s really boring here, would you mind to stay?”

“Tch.” Levi sounded annoyedly, shooting her a glare from over his shoulder. “Do I look like a clown to you? Do you expect me to entertain you or what?”

“Wha-?“ She immediately shook her head before averting her gaze somewhere else. “No, sir. I just.. kinda feel lonely. I don’t want to stay here alone..” She admitted, fiddling with her blanket, “Please? Just this once. I’ll... clean up the stables, if you want!”

Her offer was turned down by Levi’s flicking wrists, “You’ve got a broken leg, it’ll take some time for you to walk again, idiot.” Nonetheless, Levi walked back over to her and took a seat on the bed as he placed the tray back on the nightstand.

Sasha’s eyes lit up and she quickly made space on her bed for Levi to lay down next to her, giving him a huge, happy grin. The raven only stared at her like she was a maniac- which she most definitely was- and folded his arms over his chest. “No.” He said firmly.

Then Sasha pouted, her eyes becoming sad and her lip stuck out, even quivering a little. “Please? Pretty please? Pretty please with sprinkles on top and a-“

“-Ugh..“ Levi growled and slapped his hand over her mouth, narrowing his eyes deeply. “You’re a pain in the ass, I hope you know that.” He growled under his breath. Feeling Sasha smiling behind his hand made him eventually gave in, and Levi hesitantly got into bed and laid down beside her.

His gaze stayed fixated on the ceiling and Sasha could tell he was feeling awkward. She didn’t want him to, so she slowly inched closer until she could wrap an arm around his torso and looked up at him. The raven looked utterly confused at the soldier, his brows knitted together.

“What’re you doing?” He questioned which made Sasha get even closer.

“It’s called cuddling, you’ll like it.” Placing her head on Levi’s chest, Sasha closed her eyes slowly.

“I know what cuddling is, brat. I mean-“ He stopped himself from finishing his sentence when he saw Sasha getting comfortable on his chest. She snuggled and nuzzled him, holding onto him while Levi just stared down at her. Though, the longer she was laying there, the sooner Levi just accepted it and reached down to wrap one arm around her in return. Not even Levi had the heart to pull away anymore.

“...Goodnight.” He murmured softly, turning over to blow out the candle before finally relaxing. They just came back from the mission this afternoon, everyone needed some rest.

When morning rolled around, Levi was already awake. He’s been awake for a while but didn’t move or talk to not wake the sleeping soldier. He found himself playing with the ends of Sasha’s hair, though, to give himself something to do.

Soon, the brunette woke up with a yawn, her arms squeezing Levi. Her eyes blinked open slowly and she laid there lazily for a while longer. It was too early to wake up or do anything.

She could feel that Levi still was in bed with her and turned her head over to look at him. “Morning, captain. How did you sleep?” She chirped, resting her chin on his chest as she watched him.

The raven stared at her and just rolled his eyes at her question. “Fine. Now let me get up, I’ve got shit to do.” He ordered and tried pushing himself up but Sasha was faster and kept him down.

“Not now. I wanna cuddle some longer!” She whined like a child which earned herself a flick on the forehead, making her whine.

“That was enough cuddling for you. There’s work waiting for me.” He repeated and pushed her back, only to be embraced once again. “Oi!”

“Levi, please.” Sasha dropped the title and looked at him with big eyes and a pout. “Just a little longer.”

With a heavy sigh, Levi plopped back into the pillow and glared at the brunette. “You’re even more annoying than Jaeger.” He commented as Sasha just smiled.

“Let’s play a game.”

Levi snarled, “Are you fucking-“

“C’mon. If you win, I’ll let you go.” She offered.

The raven grumbled something under his breath, but ended up nodding nonetheless. The faster he got out, the faster he could finish his work.

“Alright, you need to close your eyes and guess what I’m drawing on your chest.”

“That’s the most stupid game I’ve ever heard of.“ Levi deadpanned.

“Just close your eyes, grumpy.” Sasha giggled, yet a little scared in case she crossed the line with her little nickname.

Levi didn’t look pleased- then again, when did he even look pleased to begin with? He was still frowning and for a second, Sasha thought he’d slap her. Instead, he just exhaled and closed his eyes to just get done with it.

The girl smiled and pressed her finger against Levi’s chest. Before she could even do anything, Levi spoke up, “Meat.”

“Hey!” Sasha complained, “I didn’t even start yet! That didn’t count!”

The raven would’ve rolled his eyes but, since they were closed, he just clicked his tongue annoyedly.

Huffing, Sasha placed her hand back on the captain’s chest and glanced up at him. She sucked in a breath and carefully leaned up so she was facing him. Her eyes traveled all over the handsome features of his face and stopped at his lips.

“Get done with it already, brat.”

Heart thumping against her chest, Sasha sucked in a breath and trailed her hand up so she was cupping Levi’s cheek in her palm and could tilt his head. She saw the change in his expression; his brows suddenly lifted all the way up, his lips parting as if to say something.

But before he had any chance to do so, Sasha quickly closed the gap between them by pressing her lips against his. She shut her eyes tightly, tense, and maybe a little scared- a lot scared.

The kiss barely lasted a few seconds before the brunette pulled back again, her cheeks tinted in a beautifully deep shade of red. She looked down and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Silence.

It was unbearable. She couldn’t tell if she should be happy or just made the biggest mistake of her entire life. This was Levi, after all. Cold, stoic, mean Levi.

On the other hand, Levi also was really compassionate and had a good heart. Deep inside, he wasn’t as mean as he let people think. Sasha saw him interacting with animals or people who were close to him, like Hanji and Erwin. It was a hard shell with a core made of pure gold.

And that was what made these feelings inside her grow from day to day. She caught herself watching him more often than she should, worrying about his well being and his health. Levi soon grew to be such an important person in her life and she didn’t believe it was coincidence that, out of all people, Levi was the one who came to bring her food. After all, he could’ve just told anyone to do it.

Not to mention that he actually agreed to sleeping next to her and agreed to playing this stupid game with her. He didn’t say anything when she called him by his name, not even when she gave him a nickname... Something deep inside her told her that maybe, just maybe, Levi didn’t only saw her as a soldier. Maybe, to him, she meant just as much.

But now that she really kissed him and made the first step, Sasha was scared. What did she even think? Levi was her captain, her superior, in no way it’d be acceptable for them to be.. a thing, would it? Her heart took over her mind and now she didn’t know what to do anymore.

How could she even be so stupid? Levi was the captain of the Survey Corps! He had responsibilities and duties and if people found out he started something with one of his soldiers, they’d think wrong of him and probably lose their respect towards him.

Also, she had a feeling he was pretty close with Hanji. She once heard him saying he bathed and cleaned her repeatedly and always saw them together. It didn’t have to mean anything, of course, but Sasha didn’t have a good feeling about that. Sure, she was very close with Connie too, but she didn’t bathe him...

“...I’m sorry, captain. I got ahead of myself.” She muttered once the silence became too tense to bear any longer and swallowed the lump in her throats. “You.. can leave, I won’t bother you anymore...”

With that, Sasha pulled herself away from Levi and carefully scooted to the other side of the bed to give Levi space. She turned around so her back was facing him and stared at the wall in front of her.

Levi was still so quiet and Sasha began trembling. What would happen now? Would he hit her because she took advantage of him like that? Or would he let her clean the whole castle for weeks? Or maybe he’d kick her out of the military..? What would happen?! She didn’t know.

After what seemed like forever, she heard shuffling on the bed and shut her eyes tightly, preparing herself for what was about to come. She felt a gentle hand on her shoulder, turning her over, and soon after, felt the same hand cupping her chin. The girl shivered, her eyes gleaming with tears.

“C-capt-“ She wasn’t even able to start her sentence and already felt these soft lips connecting with her own. She hiccuped against Levi’s lips and shut her eyes tightly as she turned around and clutched onto Levi’s shirt.

This time, the kiss lasted much longer. It made Sasha’s heart flutter and made all the negative thoughts fade away in a matter of an heartbeat. The tears that formed in her eyes escaped and dripped down her cheeks, all the way down.

A couple of good moments later, Levi broke the kiss, his hands coming up to hold Sasha’s face, his thumbs gingerly rubbing away her tears. “I will leave because I’ve got work to get done,” He stated, “But I can assure you, I’ll come be back in the evening. And then I’ll be the one bothering you.”

Sasha laughed weakly at that and nuzzled his palms with closed eyes. “Sounds fair.” Her heart calmed down again and her whole body began relaxing. This felt right, it felt comfortable and it was such a big burden that got lifted off her shoulders. She was just overthinking it all in her panic. Finally, Sasha was at peace.

“Just rest now. I’ll tell one of the brats to get you breakfast.” He leaned up to press a long kiss on Sasha’s forehead before he got up from the bed and fixed the blanket around her a little. “And wash up, you smell like shit.” He said a little more seriously but Sasha could see he didn’t really mean it and just wanted her to get clean. Maybe that’d get her more cuddles.

A smile, “Will do.”

With a last nod, Levi lifted the tray he brought with him last night and walked over to the door. He opened it, walked out, and gently closed it behind himself.

The brunette watched him leave and stared at the door with a big smile.

She felt like an idiot, a happy idiot.

[hey-kids-want-some-avengers]

Birthday Breakfast

A/N: some rushed birthday fluff/smut I started at 2AM after a panic attack? A little late, but Happy birthday, Steve! _____________________________________ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers Warnings: language, smut, dirty talk, oral, hand job, slight hair pulling bc Bucky's locks are luscious, morning sex. I can't write, but at least I'm posting something. ☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆. Bucky noses along Steve's jaw, causing him to crinkle his nose and grumble lowly. Steve's never been a morning person, and Bucky's lips curl into a fairly adoring smile as he presses a wet kiss to the side of his face. Steve tugs the blankets up further in response, batting a hand lazily in Bucky's general direction without having to open his eyes. "You gonna keep actin' like a punk or can I give you a proper birthday present?" Bucky asks amusedly as he leans back onto his heels, perched at the side of the bed, hovering over Steve. The bed creaks and groans in protest as he moves. Steve licks his lips and clears his throat a bit before cracking an eye open to glare back at the grinning face in front of him. Bucky's not usually so overly joyous, and it's equal parts weird as it is cute, he thinks absently. "I don't want a birthday present, I want sleep, Buck," Steve mumbles tiredly, unable to fight the tiny smile that fought its way to his lips. "What, you gonna refuse pancakes and kisses from me now?" Bucky's tone is mock offense, raising an eyebrow at him just to add to it. Steve chuckles softly as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. "I have to wake up before I can get hungry," Steve chides and Bucky huffs indignantly as he leans over Steve again, placing his metal arm on the other side of Steve as he catches his lips in a quick kiss. "I can wake you up." Steve hums, letting Bucky's mouth continue down over his jaw and neck. It's feather light and teasing, all the things that drives Steve crazy and gets him rutting against Bucky and tilting his neck towards him for more. "Oh yeah?" Steve asks, even though it's not a question he needs an answer to. He already knows. Bucky hums back a 'mhmm' as he sucks on the skin between Steve's shoulder blade and neck, slowly sliding himself over until he's awkwardly straddling Steve's hips. Steve lets his head fall back against the pillows again and closes his eyes, letting Bucky's mouth work at his skin until it's practically on fire. The feeling of his lips against him makes his skin feel like fireworks and it's like nothing anyone else has ever given him. He thinks it might be how filthy Bucky's always been, murmuring low and filthy things into Steve's ear, making him blush all the way across his chest. It's ridiculous, but before Bucky, Steve's Sex life had been strictly vanilla. Bucky pulls back to look at Steve's face, grinning smugly as he does, and Steve feels himself blush a little. "Feel good, Cap?" He teases, running his hand down over the expanse of Steve's chest. "Shut up," Steve mutters back and Bucky chuckles. "You gonna make me?" Steve nearly chokes when Bucky's hand squeezes at his covered dick as he asks, and Bucky's got that God forsaken, shit eating grin on that hasn't ever meant anything good for anyone. He looks to the side, just to avoid having to look at him anymore. He doesn't need to fuel it by showing how hot his face is. Bucky's never let anything go in his life, constantly talking about how cute Steve is in the bedroom drives him crazy. "How about you just do something that doesn't involve talking so much," Steve offers back and that's when Bucky presses a hot, open mouthed kiss to Steve's stomach, just below his bellybutton, and he sucks in a breath, his hand automatically grasping at Bucky's hair. "Sir, yes sir," Bucky mocks as he slowly kisses down towards the band of Steve's boxers. Steve wonders if he should start dressing down fully for bed, just to fuck with him. Bucky takes way too much joy in playing with his exposed skin. Bucky grinds down a little and Steve bites his lip, fingers tangling where his hand is resting in Bucky's hair. He can feel the round curve of Bucky's ass through Buck's own -entirely too tight to be normal- boxers. He lets it rub down over his dick, already stiff from waking up. It's a 'thing', according to Bucky anyways, and a thing Bucky enjoys way too much. Bucky teases along his stomach for a while, kissing and sucking around the line of his boxers and hip. Steve puts up with it for a while too, before the feelings stop being calming so much as causing him to squirm as each touch goes straight to his dick. Steve tugs a little, without really meaning to, and what isn't as surprising as Steve would have thought it was a few months ago, Bucky moans. It's a soft, breathy grunt, really. It's all Steve really needs though, as he tugs again, raising his hips up at the same time. "Greedy bastard," Bucky grumbles as he slides down, nestling himself between Steve's spread legs. He hooks his thumb under the band of Steve's underwear, the metal of his finger cool against his hot skin. Steve shivers involuntarily, working his hips up to meet the touch, to edge Bucky closer. It doesn't exactly work, but the way Bucky's right hand grips his hip is satisfying anyways. Bucky's good at leading, pushing Steve around and getting what he wants, it's what Bucky's good at in general, the bedroom aside. He slips his hand into Steve's underwear, finally, and slowly wraps his hand around the curve of Steve's cock, thumb flicking over the head to smear the bead of precum that had been gathering there. "Shit," Steve breathes, hips jerking slightly as Bucky continues to slowly stroke the length of Steve's dick, fingers grazing over his balls and up his shaft as he continues to stroke him. It's not long before Steve's fucking into his hand, hips canting up to meet every twist of Bucky's wrist. Steve's just kind of breathing out long strings of obscenities at this point, making Bucky chuckles. He's breathing fast and hard through his open mouth, panting soft little gasps of 'more' and 'fuck yeah' as he gets closer to release. "You gonna come, Stevie?" Bucky asks breathily as he palms himself a bit, still stroking long and even along Steve's leaking cock. There's a bit of a teasing hint behind Bucky's voice, even now, and it makes Steve bite his lip between his teeth in frustration. Bucky's so damn cocky, and he can't ever get the upper hand here. Steve plays his roll in the bedroom while Bucky is the one that makes the rules. "I'm so fucking close," Steve whines instead, because it's true, and the way Bucky's talking isn't helping. He knows what he does to Steve, there's no point in hiding it. Bucky grins, licking his lips and rocking back on his heels while looking Steve over. He looks starved, and that alone makes Steve fuck his hips faster against the slide of Bucky's metal hand. "Oh yeah? That feel good?" Steve groans, rolling his head to the side as he fights the urge to come allover Bucky's hand before Bucky's even really touched himself. Bucky's pulling his hand away before Steve gets the chance to answer, or even form a coherent sentence. An embarrassing whimper escapes his throat in response to the loss of contact and Bucky smirks. "Not yet." "Bucky, I swear to god," Steve hisses as he starts to pull himself into a sitting position. Bucky tsks him before Steve's even sitting up half way and is pushing him back down, tugging his boxers down around Steve's bent knees before it even registers. Steve's dick is hard and angry, leaking steadily now from being so close. "Don't you start, or I'll happily leave you here and eat the pancakes by myself," Bucky shrugs, giving him a devious look. "Let you take care of yourself instead." Steve sucks in a breath. "Or, I could suck you off," Bucky says like he's only just now thinking about it. Steve downright whines at that and rolls his hips up towards Bucky, who's hovering roughly a foot above Steve's cock. He's pretty sure if he doesn't get Bucky's lips around him within the next ten seconds, he might actually die. Or, maybe just have to jack himself off, because fuck, he's so close and Bucky's pushing right now. "Your choice," Bucky says as Steve grips his hair tighter and tugs, pulling him just enough he really gets it. That's all it takes before Bucky's swallowing down Steve's cock, moaning and licking around the swollen head, tongue swiping along the underside of his prick and humming around it. Bucky's good with his mouth, and the way he grips Steve's hips while he takes him in his mouth is enough to make him come right then and there. Steve groans, bucking his hips up to fuck into his mouth harder and faster, panting through his parted lips as he gets closer, gasping and whining as Bucky licks the precum beading at his tip with every thrust of Steve's hips and bob of Bucky's head. The patterns quickly getting lost in Steve's frantic movements but Bucky keeps going, groaning around him. "Fuck, Bucky," Steve breathes, watching Bucky's right hand disappear between his own legs where he starts working himself in his spit slick palm. It's not long after that Steve's pulling the locks of Bucky's hair in his hands, pushing him further down onto his cock as he comes. Bucky sputters a little, without any warning, but swallows what he can before continuing to suck him off until Steve's practically begging for him to stop, too sensitive and tired now. Bucky smirks and pulls off of Steve's spent dick. The way it all had Bucky's hips going, Steve's pretty sure Bucky came too. There's come glistening a little on Bucky's lips, and some at the corner of his mouth too, he looks debauched and fucking gorgeous like this Steve whines at the sight. He can't help it. Bucky's still panting when he licks the remainder of Steve's seed from his mouth, raising an eyebrow at him as he asks simply, "So breakfast, birthday boy?"

[ahgaseda]

wolf boys || chapter 16

⇥ synopsis : being the young alpha female over a pack of misbehaving werewolves is no easy task and is made even more complicated when the time comes to choose a mate...

⇥ warnings : this story in its entirety includes but is not limited to strong language and dialogue, recurring violence or mentions of blood, and explicit sexual content, and is intended for an adult audience only!

You must have dozed off again. Your body stole and snuck sleep whenever it physically could. Rolling onto your back, you turned your head to look at Jaebeom. He was awake and never had he looked this exhausted, but the fire was ever-present in his eyes.

You glanced down his naked body to see him aroused, standing at attention. At this point, you were convinced he stayed hard.

Glaring, you growled in the back of your throat. A tugging pulled at your core. You were uncomfortable and agitated and you both knew what that meant.

He cocked a brow. “Again?”

You said nothing but a sharp swear word as you rolled to your stomach, setting your fingers into the material of your sheets while Jaebeom crawled over you. You spread your legs wide, making room for your mate and the stretch that would soon follow.

Jaebeom set his teeth to the base of your neck, muffling his noises when he pushed inside. He had been rough the first few times, desperate to claim you and breed you like the alpha he was, but now exhaustion had set in. The bruises on your thighs and hips had begun to heal.

You hummed softly, licking your lips and fluttering your eyes closed as he penetrated you ever so slowly, always careful not to cause you pain. After the first hard thrust of his hips, you let out a cry of pleasure, deliciously sore from hours of breeding and love-making.

Jaebeom groaned in the back of his throat at the squelching and throbbing of your cunt. You dripped with a heady combination of need and satisfaction all over his cock. He sank his length deep inside, only to pull back and do it again. Your sounds spurned him on and you gave up trying to stifle them.

Lifting on your hands and knees, you flipped your hair to one side and began throwing your hips back to meet him. Jaebeom bit his lip, wanting to grin at how eagerly your body swallowed his cock, and tightened his grasp on your waist.

“Jaebeom, so good…,” you whimpered with your shared movements, sucking in a hard breath through your teeth when he brushed your cervix.

“Yeah, good girl,” he said in a raspy, low moan. “Gonna fuck my cum deep in this bitch.”

You lilted forward on your elbows, ass high in the air. “I want it,” you whined like a needy female in heat, letting him pound you from behind and throttle you hard into submission.

A fist came to your hair, yanking back, and you cried out in surprise. Jaebeom gripped your neck with both hands, forcing you to gaze up at the ceiling while he gloved himself inside your cunt over and over.

Jaebeom moaned at the hot, wet vice of your walls, feeling your body pull him closer, eager for his knot. He changed his pace, thrusts short and fast, keeping his cock buried inside you to rut against your sweet spot. You reached a hand back to scrape your nails over his thigh, cursing him for the noises he could fuck out of you.

With a few more merciless strokes, your eyes widened and you cried out in ecstasy, shuddering against your mate and trying to claw your way from the stimulation. Jaebeom held you with ease, not giving an inch with the way you creamed all over his cock. Your pussy kneaded him hungrily, ready for his seed.

He gulped in a breath when his knot began to swell, locking itself deep in your womb. You propped up on hands and knees, well-accustomed to supporting his weight as he wrapped his arms around your body in a death grip. You rocked slightly; the swell of him no longer unnerved you, but rather you embraced it. You stayed in a soft, lingering sensation of gentle climax. It made accepting him so tight and deep much easier.

The wind knocked out of him and you felt the familiar warmth of his release. Jaebeom slowly pinned you to the floor with his weight, burying his face against your neck and chanting between wet kisses, “I love you… I love you… I love you.”

You purred with delight, reaching back to thread your fingers in his hair. Tugging at the strands harshly until he let out a noise, you turned and melded your lips to his. He brought his hand to your throat, cupping your jaw and dancing his tongue into your mouth, while the other sought out your breast.

“Ow,” you squeaked.

“What’s wrong?” he asked worriedly, stopping any and all movements.

You glanced down, grabbing his wrist. “They hurt,” you whined, pulling him away from your mound.

“Oh…,” Jaebeom said, fighting a smile. Your nipples aching only convinced him that these sessions were coming to fruition. He wondered if you were already going to fill with milk.

You read his mind and snorted. “I doubt it happens that fast.”

“Then, I’m safe to suck on your pretty...,” he teased, nipping at your ear.

The mere thought made you want to shove him through the nearest wall. You growled an inhuman sound. “Don’t you dare,” you warned.

His eyes widened at the severity of your tone. “I’m kidding.”

It must be the hormones, you mused.

To which he replied, I sure hope so.

You giggled.

Happy to see you smile again, Jaebeom pressed endless hot kisses to your jaw.

You purred beneath him, wholly submissive and at his mercy with his length still buried in your core. You could feel his knot trapped in your womb, the pressure keeping you still. “I love you like this,” you whispered weakly.

Your mate’s eyes flickered, shivering at the sound of those three little words and the way they rolled off your tongue. “Locked inside?”

“...When you can’t stop kissing me,” you murmured.

Jaebeom rumbled with pleasure, the sound a clash of human and lupine. It was true. For the days he spent in heat with you, before and after every round, he branded every inch of you with his lips and tongue.

The lust-filled haze was beginning to simmer. You became less and less starved for his cock between your legs, cramps deep in your belly demanding you take longer breaks in between to recover your strength. All of it would soon be devoted completely to your growing baby.

Jaebeom released a long, satisfied breath when he could finally pull his length from your dripping folds. You rocked back on your knees, stretching your back of its stiffness, and let yourself fall against the pillows.

Jaebeom took the spot across from you, pulling your legs across his lap. You closed your eyes and rested, humming in contentment when you felt his gentle palm roaming the flat expanse of your stomach.

“When do you think we’ll know?” he asked a moment later.

“My mother told me she could sense me before she began to show,” you told him. “She said I had a very strong presence.”

“I believe it,” your mate retorted.

You cracked open an eye, sending him a glance, but your brief smirk undermined your warning.

“I need you to know that… I’m not perfect,” Jaebeom began somberly.

Your eyes flashed open at that confession and you gave him your undivided attention.

“I will worship this baby,” he said, flushing at his own emotions. “And will worship you for giving it to me.”

“Jaebeom…,” you sighed, golden irises lighting up with fire. Lightning tickled across your skin.

Jaebeom grunted when you jumped on him.

“You know you can’t just say things like that,” you growled, taking his face in your hands and kissing him roughly.

“Oh,” he chuckled, hands roaming down your waist to cup your ass.

You kissed him, ravenous for his every breath to blend with your own. Naked in his arms, you straddled his lap and pulled your mate as close as humanly possible against you. You moaned softly into his mouth, reminded of your aching breasts when they pushed into his broad chest.

“Baby...,” Jaebeom tried to speak despite the urgency of your kisses, but decided to save his words for later. He sucked on your tongue in his mouth and let you do as you pleased with him.

For a moment, you were content to kiss him. There was no rush or need to take him inside yet. You weren’t consumed with the urge to breed. You just wanted to kiss him for hours and hours.

Jaebeom felt your thoughts and smiled, whispering in your mind that the idea was welcome by him. Though his cock was growing harder between your legs, he didn’t feel the rushing of heat hormones either. Truth be told, he had no strength when you showed him any sort of affection.

Given that he had gone most of his life without love, Jaebeom had to fight tears with the way you were holding him to you like you would not hesitate to kill anyone that tried to take him away.

The clenching in your core finally overwhelmed you and you tugged at his lip with your teeth. “Put it in,” you whispered, shifting your hips to take him.

You grumbled when he tried to turn you over into the usual position, planting your hands on his chest and shoving him to his back. “Not this time,” you asserted, arching your hips to stroke your folds over his length. You nearly chuckled at the wide, incredulous look in his eyes.

Jaebeom wanted to argue, but he was too aroused for that. Never in his life had a woman ridden him. The alpha in him would never allow it. But now, mounted by an alpha female, he couldn’t help but submit. The sight of you on top of him made his cock twitch with need and Jaebeom swore his heart was beating so hard it would burst any minute out of his chest.

Energy radiated from you and the sheen of sweat across your warm skin gave you a luscious glow. Your pheromones were copious, all he could sense and taste, and he submitted to your dominance. 

Gripping the base of his shaft, you steered him to your entrance and slowly sank down on him. Jaebeom’s lips parted and he watched his length vanish inside you, sucking in a hard breath when he bottomed out.

You let your head fall back, moaning with pleasure at the feel of him filling you full. You had lost count of how many times you had accepted him inside you over the past few days, but each time felt just as good as the last. Would you ever lose your hunger for Jaebeom and his body?

Definitely not, you snorted.

Jaebeom staggered out the smallest of laughs, because clearly you had forgotten he shared in your thoughts. He could feel your pleasure as if it was his own - and surely it was - and decided in his mind there would never be a pairing more perfect than you and him. His hands left your hips only a moment to scorch over your stomach with desire, before landing on your thighs. He couldn’t wait to watch your body swell.

The thought was bold in your mind as it passed from him to you. You couldn’t disconnect from his thoughts even if you wanted to, not that you would ever want to. He was your mate and he was inside you. When you were tangled together, there was no him without you, no you without him. Two parts to the same whole, making a life together.

You met his gaze and matched his fire, bracing your hands on his chest and riding him harder. It felt too good. Something about taking your pleasure from him was all the more satisfying. You could feel the pressure that had built inside the pit of your stomach and with each rise and fall of your hips, it was closer to coming undone.

Jaebeom kneaded your hips, breaths hinged on your every movement. Your cunt was a vice on his cock, muscles tightening around every last inch of him to the point Jaebeom was scared he might beg for mercy.

Your eyes rolled and the lewdest of moans left your mouth when release swiftly cascaded over you. Your nails raked down his body to his taut abs, your hands desperate for something to hold on to. You shuddered and shook, body tensing before finally releasing and you exhaled loudly in relief. “Fuck,” you groaned, pushing your hair back, thoroughly sated and ready for him to fill you.

Jaebeom bit his bottom lip so hard he feared he would draw blood. Watching you use him for release had nearly made him blow his load then and there. It was only how distracted he was by the flush of your beautiful face and the bouncing of your swollen breasts that held it off.

You ground yourself against him steadily, working yourself through the aftershocks. Ignoring the sensitivity, you reached back to grasp his thighs, intent on finishing him off. You heard his thoughts. No woman had ever ridden him. You were out to make sure no woman could ever pleasure him like you could. You would ruin him, and gladly.

Jaebeom’s mouth opened in a groan and a gasp. He pinched your hips for dear life, panting, “Please make me come.”

You sank your nails into his thighs and arched your back, riding him like you were trying to break him. When he pressed his head back into the pillows, face tense with the taunting edge of orgasm and cheeks red with the effort of trying to catch his breath, you almost came again.

Jaebeom choked out a moan, sitting up only enough to wrap his arms around your waist for mercy to halt your movements through his climax. You slipped your fingers into his hair, biting your lip to fight a smile at how you had overwhelmed him. But you weren’t about to go easy on him. You flexed your innermost muscles, making him whimper to your delight.

“Woman, let me live,” he whined in your ear, voice weak.

You snickered with mischief and pride. Then, you glanced down in realization. “You didn’t knot.”

Jaebeom breathed shakily, still trembling in your arms. “...No,” he replied, sounding as surprised as you were.

You crawled off of him, his release slipping down the inside of your thigh. “I think… it’s almost over,” was all you said. Flopping down at his side, the two of you lay there without another word, only the sounds of panting and heavy breathing to be heard.

Jaebeom hoped that wasn’t true. He wanted heat to last forever.

Your eyes were on the rapid rise and fall of his chest, glistening with sweat. What a man, you thought smugly. The wolf inside you was pleased with your choice of mate; the father of your baby.

Jaebeom felt your thoughts and turned to look at you, smiling faintly. He reached over, gathering you in his arms and guiding you to lay your head on his chest, tucked beneath his chin. You draped a thigh over his waist and snuggled in close, drifting to sleep in his arms.

A few minutes passed before a howl rang through the air. Jaebeom turned his head, attention piqued. The cry belonged to Jackson, the delta always on guard, and it was filled with aggression and warning. Jaebeom bristled and seethed with wrath.

A bold alpha male had just entered the territory, drawn to the scent of your heat.

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