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nrdmssgs · 1 year

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CONGRATS ON 500, you 100% deserve it and more !!! 🥹🌷💐 i just love your art and work so, so much!!

if it's alright, can i request 37 with könig? my husband, i need him !!!! 😮‍💨

Masterlist List of prompts What? An author, who practically inspired me to come here and start writing? An author, who gifted me the biggest brainrot for many sides of König? Sends me a request? Orla, I am such a huge fan!!!!!! I love your style, love your bold, picturesque oneshots, love your eagerness to discover so many themes. I owe you so much, you don't have an idea. I made a text and a picture in case, you don't like the text. Sorry, I'm fangirling and I'm nervous)

Does it make you nervous, when I stare?

Pairing: KonigxReader Warning: this is NSFW. And König here is not the shyest guy on Earth, because this is colonel edition.

Oh, the things, you would let this man do to you. Unspeakable, ungodly things. Things so unhinged, you wouldn't mention them even after a few rounds of shots with your besties.

One sight of his fingers tapping the tabletop during the debriefing, and you can't think about anything other than the salty taste on your lips, left by his thumb. It would take him just one word, or maybe even one glance to make you cover his index and middle finger in saliva, as he would slide them against your tongue. You'd be so good - standing on your knees for him, sucking his fingers so eagerly, fighting your own gag reflex.

One glance thrown at his forearms, tightly hugged by black cloth, and you imagine his massive hands picking you up like you weigh nothing at all. You'd freeze, learn to hold your breath for as long as he wants, until you'd feel only the brush of his mouth against yours and the grumble of his impatience when he pushes in. The intoxicating thickness of his tongue against yours would be a taste that would rocket to your core and melt you from the inside, as he'd hover over you, pushing apart your legs with the brush of his massive thighs between yours. He'd take and take and take. And how obediently will you keep giving him anything, he demands.

Looking at his hips is a serious danger. Slick outlines of his muscles, his fingers brushing up and down his lap, black holster straps spanning his thigh make you go absolutely feral. You'd be standing still, feeling his low growl with your entire body. You'd hold your hands high against the wall and arch your back, so he can have access to every single part of your body. You'd accept him reminding you, with each his hungry thrust, where your place is: wrapped in his arms while he rubs you senseless, his teeth on your neck leaving you on the edge of pain.

All that fantasies you could hide from König, if it wasn't for his eyes: deep cold silver light, sparkling with interest, every time, he caught you staring. You couldn't make yourself look away: his stare was a predatory gaze, luring you closer, easing you into a thought of coming closer, stripping you of any bit of self-preservation instinct. Yes, when he caught your eyes - König took his time, ravishing in a sight of your desperate blush, letting go of you and turning his gaze away only when you were literally choking with shame, trying to drive away the visions that he awakened in your mind. This man was to become the end of you, and every next day it was only harder to fight that feeling off.

So when you hear, he is expanding his team, it feels only natural to surrender and use this ghostly opportunity to get closer to him. You know, your chance to join the team, his inner circle, is almost zero. By no means, you can be considered a poor professional, but the Colonel is a legend here. He doesn't want just 'the best' he wants those outstanding even from the best. And your personnel files scream 'just good' at best. But you have a motivation, the one so strong and specific, that maybe only you here have. Your obsession with König is pushing you to the darkest void, you were too scared to come to earlier - the threshold of his office.

"Come in." His voice at it finest: not too loud, not too harsh, all honey and slumber. When he wants, he can be mesmerizing as a siren.

You clench your hand into a fist behind your back, thus trying to calm the trembling that is rolling up to your knees.

"Just don't look him in the eyes, and it would be ok. Hands, yes, you can bear looking at his hands and not lose it. Afterward you can have whatever you want - your toys, your fingers, your cushions... Just look at his hands, breathe deep, and it all will be alright." Your inner monologue is interrupted only when he is pulling a folder from your hands, obviously tired of waiting for you to finally give it to him.

"What do we have he- oh..." Your breath hitches, you practically hear an uncanny smile spreading across his face.

"Die Kleine will in meinem Spiel?*" König sounds amused. And although you don't entirely understand, what he said - you get the message and nod, not daring to look him in the eyes.

"Very good. I could use such a treasure..." He flips the pages and clicks his tongue when some of your personal indicators impress him. And before you manage to exhale, he adds: "But I'll need to test you. See, if you are... ready."

"Anything, Colonel!" You blurt it out and immediately shut your mouth, realizing that it might sound ambivalent. But that's enough to make König raise from his seat and lead you from offices to firing range.

You blame it upon a rush of blood to your head, but you pass his test with flying colors. Physical tests, advanced weaponry, strategy, even sparing with König leaves you alive and just a little trembling.

The thing, that breaks you, is not even a test or a check. It happens late in the evening, when you two end up in the locker room. You just need to remove one layer of the tactical gear you were using, you'll still have your shirt and jeans on. But you stop, paralyzed, seeing out of the corner of your eye how König leans against the wall, arms folded on his chest. His gaze, you feel his gaze: lingering and hungry.

"What's wrong, treasure? Are you hurt?" You are afraid to answer and reveal your trembling voice, so you just shake your head.

"You don't know, how to loosen those straps? Want me to help you?" Again: you only shake your head, hiding your gaze.

"Is it my eyes, that make you that nervous, Schatzi*?" His accent thickens, voice drops low, as he steps closer.

You instinctively lean back, but hit the wall behind you. He takes one more step towards you and places his hand between the wall and the back of your head, so that you don't hurt yourself occasionally. But very soon, he guides you to finally look up at him. There it is: silver light, that you can never look away from, once you saw it.

"Talk to me. There can be no secrets inside my team." His voice is soft once again, but you know, it is a trap. And you fall for it.

"I just get distracted. Don't worry, Colonel, I'll learn to ignore it or to live quietly with it. Sorry..." Your voice, your entire body, is trembling.

"There's nothing to apologize for." Something sparkles deep inside his eyes. He moves his veil up, so you can see his lips, and leans right to your ear. "In fact, how about you come at the same time to my office tomorrow, treasure? After all, you've proven, you can be so good for me... It's my turn to convince you, I too can be good for you, Schatzi."

Die Kleine will in meinem Spiel? - Little one wants in my game?

Schatzi - little treasure

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blindmagdalena · 1 year

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Do u think homie will get upset if he dreamt that u cheated on him lmao I just imagine him being all grumpy and needy and you have no idea whats going on

...lmao. Homelander's been all over you today, but it's different from his usual smothering, affectionate neediness. He's unbelievably grouchy. No matter how much attention you pay him, you can't seem to pull him out of this foul mood. Finally, you ask him, "Okay, seriously, what's wrong?" "Nothing," he says, which tells you it's of course not nothing. His arms are crossed as tightly as a drawn bow, and you've been listening to his teeth grinding all day.

You hum softly. "Is it work related?"

"No." His nostrils flare slightly as he realizes he's just admitted that there is something.

With a tiny curve to your lips, you nod. "Is it something I did?" "Yes," he says sharply, though his arms loosen after a beat. "Well, no. But yes."

"Oohh, cryptic. I love a good mystery," you tease.

He's wholly unamused. "Don't laugh at me."

"Don't be so cute."

"No, no," he says, pointing at you. "Don't pull that on me. You cheated on me."

Your amused expression flips, immediately overtaken by your surprise. "Excuse me? I what?"

"Last night," he says, his words tight from his clenched jaw. "In... a dream."

You make the mistake of laughing anyways, and Homelander bristles. You quickly put a hand up. "Sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you, I'm just relieved," you say, smoothing your hands down his arms.

"You're relieved that I'm having nightmares about you cheating on me?" He asks, aghast.

"I'm relieved that you don't think I actually cheated on you," you clarify. "But I am sorry that you had that dream. You know that's all it was, though, right?" You watch him roll his tongue between his teeth. "Right." "Okay, good," you coo, guiding him to the couch. "And you know I'd never do that, right?"

He sits, stiff at first, but as soon as he realizes you're easing him into your lap, he practically flops his head down on your thighs, staring up at you with a petulant purse to his lips. "Right."

"Good," you say again, stroking your fingers through his hair. "Because I love you very much, and it would break my heart to hurt you like that. Right?"

Begrudgingly, the tilt of his lips curves up into a small smile. "Mmhm." "Right?" You push, scraping your nails along his scalp.

He sighs, the tension from his shoulders melting. "Right."

"Good," you say a final time, bending down to press a kiss to his forehead. His eyes fall shut, simply enjoying the caress of your fingers along his scalp, his forehead, and behind his ears, despite the occasional bout of ticklishness.

After a time, you idly ask, "So... Who'd I cheat on you with?"

His eyes snap open, brows furrowing. "What?"

"Who'd I sleep with? I mean... they must have been gorgeous to pull me away from-" You cut yourself short, letting go a peal of laughter when he abruptly sits up.

Knowing what's coming, you take off running.

"C'mere!" He growls, narrowly missing catching your wrist as you flee from him, but you know you won't be able to outpace him for long. You half scream, half laugh as he snatches you around the waist and hauls you up into the air, both arms wrapped around you middle. "Alright, it's happening." "No! Please! Have mercy! I have children!" You scream, kicking frantically through the air.

"What? No you don't," he says, walking you to the bedroom.

You continue to thrash. "My future children!"

With that, he tosses you onto the bed with ridiculous ease. You bounce twice before settling. You try to scramble off of it, but he swiftly pins you down.

"No!" You cry out, already laughing in anticipation. "Mercy! Mercy!"

Homelander shows you no mercy. He tickles you until you cry, and then dutifully kisses the salty streaks away.

Ultimately, you suppose it's a fitting punishment for your infidelity.

#i've had this in my drafts for literal months #and i don't know what to do with it so i'm just gonna publish it!#homelander x reader #homelander x you #darling anon #ask and you shall receive #my writing #fluff

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noproofread · 10 months

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The Swordsman (NSFW)

This is Zoro x afab!reader. Use of "girl". NSFW. Some light choking, and some praise. Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids, dont do this).

Could be live action or animated versions of Zoro ;)

word count: 1,415

You walked out to the upper deck of the Thousand Sunny. The salty sea air hitting you as you looked out at nothing but blue surrounding you. Your eyes fixate on Zoro. Pirate Hunter Zoro. It almost seemed impossible that such a prolific bounty hunter would join a pirate crew, but you also knew firsthand how charismatic the captain was. You found yourself staring at him. He was training, practicing his sword fighting techniques. You admired the way he moved, aggressive but still graceful. He is very attractive too, you could admit that, it’s not like you’re blind. He’s muscular, his voice is like honey in your ears, and he did make you laugh sometimes. Usopp would often tell the two of you to stop flirting so much but he didn’t know this was just how the friendship was.

You aren’t the strongest fighter on the crew. Truthfully, Luffy only asked you to join because you ran really fast and he wanted to beat you in a race. Nami’s the one that figured your agility could be useful as support during a fight. Regardless, you felt like you should have some kind of fighting ability if you were going to keep up with the crew and support the future King of the Pirates.

You approached Zoro confidently, having made up your mind about asking him for help. He looked over at you and stopped his exercises. “Hey Zoro! I was just wondering if you could teach me a little sword fighting.” You met his gaze and noticed he raised one eyebrow, clearly surprised and amused at your request. “I don’t teach for free…” He said with that low tone in his voice that you found intoxicating. “You want me to pay your debt to Nami?” You suggest, smirking as if you don’t know what he’s implying. He chuckles softly “Maybe… Maybe I want a different favor…” Zoro winks at you and you laugh softly. “Well I’ll be glad to do this favor for you if you do this favor for me. Plus, it’s worth it if I get to spend more time with you.” You don’t break eye contact with him, he smiles and takes a deep breath.

“Alright, time for some swordsmanship basics.” He stops and looks you over once before continuing “What do you know already?” “I know how to hold it… That’s basically it” You smile at him as he shakes his head. “You’re lucky you’re pretty. Alright, first rule is never let your guard down. Always be alert.” He begins to teach you but you don’t retain any information. Your brain stopped listening after the “pretty” comment. “You think I’m pretty?” You blurt out, making the swordsman look at you with a smirk. “Shut up and listen. Let’s work on your stance.” You decide to challenge him a little, what’s a private lesson without some teasing?

“Hmm. I love it when you get all dominant like that. Yes sir.” Zoro chokes a little at your comment before smiling “Good girl. After we get your stance down we’ll move onto attacking and defending. You got that?” You felt your body heat rise, suddenly aware of the thick tension in the air. You played along, seeing how far it could go. “Good girl? Oh… Yes I got that.” You bite your lip and continue with the lesson. “Can you help me with my stance, Zoro? I don’t know if this is right.” You say with a fake innocence in your voice as you look at Zoro, your eyes plead and you see him blush lightly. He smirks and walks over towards you. He grabs your hips, adjusting your stance. You gasp softly at the sudden contact of his hands on you. “There, now you hold the sword like this.” He speaks, his voice softer now. Zoro slides a sword in between your hands, carefully placing your hands on the back of the sword with his own. Your breath hitches, you press your back closer to him as you slowly turn your head to look at him. “Am I doing it right, Zoro?” Your voice with a sultry undertone to it, your eyes meet his. “You’re a natural…” His voice is down to a whisper as his eyes are looking at your lips. The air feels thick around you. You feel him press himself against your back, his breathing is heavy, being affected by the tension between you.

You feel his arousal grow, unable to hold yourselves back anymore he kisses you passionately. The sword clatters on the floor as you throw your arms around his neck. You feel Zoro’s hands travel down your back, clamping down on your ass before giving you a boost allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist as he holds you up. His tongue teases your bottom lip as you open your mouth, allowing him to enter your mouth. His tongue feels soft on yours, you groan into his mouth. Zoro manages to walk into the men’s quarters. And to your benefit, it’s empty.

Zoro puts you down, pressing himself against you. Leaving a messy trail of kisses on your neck. You buck your hips, desperate for any type of friction as heat pools in your lower stomach. Zoro moans into your mouth as you grind your hips into his, feeling his hard dick inside his pants. His hands move under your shirt, cupping your breasts as you decide to unbutton his pants. He chuckles and pulls away just enough to have room to take off his pants. As he undresses himself, you quickly do the same. Suddenly, you feel Zoro’s hands rubbing your legs, moving upwards towards your thighs. You shiver at his touch as you feel his fingers trace the outline of your pussy. You stifle back a moan, looking over at him. He looks back at you, licking his lips slightly, his eyes black with lust. He lines his dick up with your entrance, deciding to tease you a little bit. He rubs the tip of his dick against your clit, earning a loud moan from you as he throws his own head back. You feel dizzy, desperate for him. “Zoro please…” You whine. He smirks. “Begging for me already? But you were doing so good for me.” He leans down and places a rough kiss on your lips. You buck your hips once again, wanting more friction. The swordsman chuckles against your lips. “Eager are we?” He whispers against your lips. You look up at him. “Please, I need you Zoro…”

“How could I say no to you?” He growls as he slowly enters you. The feeling of him stretching you is overwhelming. You moan loudly as he fills you up. Zoro groans into the crook of your neck. Your hands run down his back, scratching as they go. Zoro begins with a steady pace. He raises your hips slightly, the position provides friction for your clit, earning more moans from you. “Fuck, you’re doing so good for me.” Zoro strains his words as his movements become more aggressive. “Zoro…” You moan his name, biting his shoulder to keep yourself from being too loud. Zoro groans, his pace speeding up and becoming messier. “You take it so good, fuck.” Zoro can barely speak, ramming into you. You can feel yourself reaching your climax. Zoro lets go of your hips, bringing his hand to your neck. Your eyes widen in surprise as you meet Zoro’s gaze. He bites his bottom lip as he tightens his grip on your neck. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, overwhelmed by the feeling of him slamming into you and his hand on your neck. “Be a good girl and cum for me.” Zoro whispers into your ear as you feel his dick twitching inside of you. As you hear his voice followed by more grunts, your vision gets blurry as you reach your high. Your walls clamp down on him, making Zoro also reach his climax. His grip on your neck tightens a little more as you both ride out your highs.

Zoro rolls over, pulling out of you and panting. You feel the absence of him as you try to catch your own breath. After a couple of minutes you finally speak. “Hell of a sword fighting lesson huh?” He chuckles. “We might need to make these lessons a regular thing if you plan on learning anything… A little at a time I guess.”

#one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #zoro smut #one piece #one piece smut #x reader

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ominous-corridors · 1 year

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Reunion // Ominis Gaunt

Warnings: NSFW. Dominis. Unprotected sex.

Ominis Gaunt x Reader

One shot

Word count: 4,744

Keep in mind I'm Dyslexic so there may be spelling/grammar/punctuation errors.

Summery: Ominis has been gone on Auror work and has been out of the country for years. He is finally home and comes around for a little reunion.

A/N: I'm so sorry you are all subjected to such a long rambling. My fingers ran and I followed. Hope you enjoy. Part of this was inspired by this image.

Ominis Gaunt. How to explain Ominis Gaunt?

He was kind. He was caring. He understood your problems. It was very interesting when she learned he was blind. It was many years ago, she had failed a Charms exam. Looking back on it now, that exam wasn't even that important. It was a silly thing to think about how hard she was crying as she walked through the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower. The echoing of shoes and sobs following her as she wandered aimlessly around the castle. All of her other friends had already gone to their other classes, leaving her alone with her emotions and thoughts.

"Excuse me?" A gentle voice said behind her.

Turning, she saw a boy. She had seen him before, with his blonde hair slicked back and his piercing blue eyes that never seemed to see her. He was in one of Her other classes, Herbology maybe?

She wiped her face on her robe sleeve, trying to rid the signs of her salty tears before he could get a good look and ask questions.

"Yes?" She said, maybe a little more cutting than she intended.

He didn't seem to notice, "I couldn't help but hear you crying. Are you alright?"

He knew.

"O-Oh. Yes.....I'm fine," She gave a weak smile in hopes of reassuring him.

"You don't sound fine," He took a few steps closer to her, his wand firmly held out in front of him.

Why did he have his wand out like he was ready for a fight?

She sniffled again, "I am. Promise."

A small chuckle escaped his lips, "Very interesting. Already making promises and braking them. And we haven't known each other more than five minutes."

What did he know?

He made his way across the marble floor to stand in front of her. It was interesting, the way he had come from only lead to a dead end, but she could have sworn he wasn't there when she originally passed that part of the corridor.

"Please, I know you don't know me very well, but I can be a very good listener. If you need to talk with someone."

And that that was the beginning of a wonderful friendship. Not only did he help her feel better that day, but he was always the constant comfort for her during the rest of her schooling days. It wasn't exactly either of their faults when things started to get in the way after graduation and neither of them had really seen each other in person for a few years. Always owls back and forth about where their career paths took them.

Ominis was actually a very good Auror, despite his lack of vision. He and Sebastian worked together, which made her happy that they could stay close with one another. It was a nasty thing that happened with them during their fifth year. It took a while for them to rekindle their friendship. That was really when Ominis and her got close. They were good friends before, but in those months after the incident, Ominis was the one who needed comfort. And that's where she came in. He had alway been there for her, and it was her turn to be there for him. And that's how she found out more about his family. What they did to people. To Him. And there was no way she were going to make him go back to them over the summer.

So she offered to let him stay with her. An offer he tried his hardest to refuse, but she wouldn't let him. The summer months spent with her family were an integral part of what made their bond so strong. The days spent out behind her home sitting in the grass under the old oak tree. The sound of her voice as she read him all of those stories she always talked about. He would often slip into a cat nap as she read to him. When she noticed she couldn't help but smile and continue on reading, lest he wake up again.

And now here she was, sitting at the table in her flat as an owl swooped in, dropping a letter in front of her. She had been expecting the small envelope for a few days. Details of when Ominis would be coming into the city again. He had been away somewhere in Eastern Europe on a case for a while. He had told her that she would not be able to refuse to see him, it had been far too long. She had offered him to come to her flat. She knew he wasn't one for crowded pubs, much preferring a quiet setting.

I'll be there on Friday.

7pm.

Ominis

It was an oddly short note, but he surely was getting things wrapped up and didn't have a lot of time to be sending out his normal pages of writing she had grown accustomed to.

She fiddled with her dress, smoothing the silk under her fingers. The motion was almost unconscious, a way for her to let out the small bit of anxiety that was bubbling up in the pit of her stomach. She poured herself a glass of wine and took a few sips, hoping to calm her nerves. She knew that Ominis couldn't see her, but she still felt the need to check her appearance in the mirror one more time, just to be sure she looked okay. She had always had a soft spot for the man--She even had a crush on him during their school years. She could feel the old emotions of that school girl crush coming back up to the surface as the clock inched closer to seven. She shook her head, trying to get rid of those thoughts. It had been years since she'd seen him, she was acting silly.

There was a knock at the door.

She set her glass down on the table before making her way down the hall and opening the door.

And there he was, in all of his glory. Time had been very kind to him. He still sported his hair style from school, slicked back and still just as blonde as it had always been. He still had the same smile on his face. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she took him in. He had a wonderful blue three piece suit that fit his chest and arms snuggly.

She took a deep breath, collecting herself, "Ominis!"

"Hello, dear," He held his arms out, inviting her in for a hug.

She didn't hesitate to walk right into them as she snaked her arms around his torso, burying her face into his chest. She felt his arms close around her in a tight hug. The feeling of being in his arms was just something so right. She could feel the butterflies of her old crush fluttering in her chest. She almost welcomed them as she took in his cologne. He smelled of mint and something she couldn't quite pinpoint. Perhaps a new aftershave? It had been a long time, he was bound to have something different about him. She wasn't complaining though, she welcomed the delicious aroma he put off.

"Miss me that much?" He chuckled, still holding onto her tightly.

She felt the rumble in his chest as he laughed, and she realized she could hear his heart beating as well, thrumming against his ribs. She looked up at him from her place in his arms and giggled lightly as his jest.

"Is that such a bad thing?" She questioned with a teasing tone to her voice.

She saw the small smile he had been wearing grow wider at her question and he shook his head, "I suppose not."

She smiled up at him and slowly pulled away from his arms, taking his hand and leading him into her home, "Tell me about Eastern Europe. You know I don't get to travel. I would love to hear about it."

They found seats at her small table in her kitchen and she poured him a glass of wine before sitting back where she had her own sitting from before.

"Well, I'm not sure how much I can tell you. Sebastian did do a wonderful job at painting me a picture of what it looked like, but I'm not sure I could really do it justice," He admitted as he took a sip of his wine.

"Well, tell me how you saw it. What opinions do you have in that brilliant head of yours."

He smiled again, "Well, how to describe it...."

He thought for a moment, swirling his wine in his hand as he sank back in his chair. He was starting to relax, lose all those silly 'proper' mannerisms. He knew he could really relax with her, not have to worry about the judgment he was so used to.

After a moment he spoke up, "Well, it could be loud. Walking the streets with Sebastian. He told me how beautiful the architecture was, how different it was from home. There were always carriages being driven around, and people. But, there was a little shop down one of the quieter side streets. They had the most wonderful coffee there, and good pastries. The smell of them was so delicious," He was smiling widely as he recounted the memory, "And at night, when all of the people were finally gone.....It was so peaceful. The only sounds were my footsteps and a few owls that had a nest near where we were staying. That was when I really enjoyed the city."

She smiled at him, "That does sound lovely. Maybe on day you can show me that little pastry shop."

"I would love to. I thought about you every time I went there, you know. I know how much you adore sweets and sugary things."

He thought of her? Well, of course she thought of him, but she hadn't thought that he gave her much more thought than when he got a letter from her that he had to write a reply to. It almost caught her off guard.

Ominis noticed her silence and spoke again, "Darling, I must admit--I thought about you more than when I went to that shop. More than when I got your letters," He sighed, running a hand through his hair before he sat up straight again, "I don't know how I've managed these years apart from you, being back here now. When you opened the door I felt like I dove head first into the Black Lake. I can't keep my feelings a secret any longer."

His feelings? What was he talking about? Surely his didn't mean what she thought he did.

He stood from his place at the table and came to stand in front of her before swiftly getting to his knees. He held his hands out to her, an invitation that she couldn't decline. She placed her hands in his and he squeezed them lightly. She looked down at him as he stayed like that for a moment before he continued.

"I'v had feelings for you since we were at school. I thought that maybe it was just a school boy's crush and I would get over it. I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship on something that I would forget about in a few weeks," He chuckled, "But I was very wrong."

She sat there, him still holding onto her hands. She watched him carefully, taking in every detail she could. How his pale skin seemed to almost glow under the light filling the room. Every last little beauty mark on his face--They almost looked like constellations. She had realized she was holding her breath at that point and took a sharp inhale.

She felt Ominis's hands tighten around hers as she did so, almost as if he was afraid of her answer. Like if he didn't hold her tight enough, she would float away like a balloon in the wind.

She still harbored feelings for him, but it had been years. He was bound to be a different person, as was she. Would they be able to have a relationship after being away from each other for so long?

"Ominis-" She began before being cut off by his deep sigh.

"Please, just give this a chance. Give us a chance. I have lived without you for too long. You are every thought on my mind. Your voice is like sweet nectar to my ears. Your scent is intoxicating. I understand why men do such rash things for the women they love. I would do anything for you. Anything to be the one who gets to know who you really are behind closed doors. To be the one who gets to feel your soft caress," He suddenly let go of her hands and moved them to rest one on the arm of her chair, and the other to rest on her thigh.

The feeling of his hand on her sent a shiver up her spine. She felt the goosebumps rising under his touch. His words were already making her feel dazed. How could he hide such strong feelings from her for so long? Why did he pick now to tell all of it to her?

She felt his hand squeeze her thigh lightly, another sigh leaving his lips.

"I don't think you understand what you do to me, darling," He chuckled and shook his head almost in a teasing way.

"What?" She could feel her underwear staring to get damp.

He leaned in closer, his chest now hovering over her body and his head tilted up to hers as she looked down at him, "You don't understand what you do to me." His voice was husky now, and barely above a whisper.

She felt her breath hitch and her skin ignite under the warmth of his proximity. Her heart was practically beating out of her chest and the butterflies in her stomach threatened to fly away with her. In that moment, she could swear that Ominis was staring right at her. Pouring his soul into hers.

He leaned in even more, noses touching and lips ghosting over each other, "I'm going to kiss you now, if you'll allow it."

She barely heard him over the sound of blood pumping in her ears. She couldn't manage to speak, not the she didn't try. So, she opted to just nod ever so lightly, not wanting to move her lips too far away from his.

He pressed his lips to hers, gentle and sweet. It was in his nature to be gentle with her. He had always been that way with her. His hand on the chair swiftly moved to the crook of her neck, finally giving her the skin on skin contact she hadn't realized she was craving. His thumb rested gingerly on her jaw as their lips moved in sync.

After Ominis had done his testing of the waters, she felt his kiss get more aggressive, more rough. More like he was drinking in the sweet waters he had been yearning for, for years. The fire in him only growing as her lips moved to match his rhythm, surprisingly enough for her. She didn't realize she had wanted this so badly, to feel his lips on hers, to feel his hands on her. It was enough to drive her mad, and she craved more.

Ominis moved his lips from hers, earning a soft whimper in disagreement. He chuckled again as his lips adeptly found their way to her neck, laying a path of soft kisses.

She bit her lip, feeling the trail of heat and the tingling sensation he left in his wake. His hand on her thigh moved suddenly, slipping higher, his thumb grazing as he went. He was getting dangerously close to her now. She let out a soft moan as he began sucking on her neck.

She felt him smirk into her skin, "I want to see you. All of you."

What did that mean? See her?

His mouth moved to her ear, his hot breath washing over her. And almost as if he read her mind he spoke in a hushed whisper, "You know I see with my hands."

Oh.

Her body moved before her mind could process. She quickly stood, causing Ominis to almost fall over. He was thankfully quick on his feet, standing not a moment later. She grabbed his hand and pulled him along behind her as she made her way to her room.

As soon as she crossed the threshold, his hands were all over her. She would never know how he seemed to just know. Right now, though, all she could think about was he feeling of him running his hands down her sides as he pressed his body against hers from behind. He went straight back to kissing her neck again as his hands moved to the back of her dress.

She could feel as he delicately undid each button, running his fingers behind on the newly exposed skin of her back.

"Your skin is so much softer than I imagined," He said as he laid a few kisses across her shoulders, pulling the dress down off of them.

As soon as it he got it past her shoulders he let go, letting it fall to the floor, all but forgotten as he slid his hands down her back slowly. Savoring every inch of her now exposed body.

Her breathing was shallow. She took quick breaths to try and fill her lungs, but nothing she did could stop them from screaming at her as she felt his hands leaving goosebumps behind them.

"W-Would you like me to show you?" She managed out.

He hummed an agreement, his fingers still tracing out the shape of her shoulder blades under her skin.

She turned to face him, almost as if he was commanding her and she was to obey. He held his hands out to her, his eyes half closed in what only could be disturbed as a sultry glance. She bit her lip, taking his hands by his wrists. She could feel his pulse. She was glad that his body had to be screaming at him as much as hers was.

Gently, she brought his hands to her chest, letting him cup her breasts in his hands. She watched him as he did so, his mouth falling open ever so slightly. He moved his thumbs over her hardened nipples which elicited a muffled moan from her as she clamped down harder on her bottom lip. She watched him smirk and blink a few times before she moved his hands, sliding them along her abdomen to rest on her hips. He squeezed lightly at first before digging his fingers into her flesh, his nails almost leaving marks.

"You are exquisite," He breathed.

He squeezed one more time and she felt her legs getting more slick by the second. She then moved his hands behind her, letting him rest them on her bum. He gave it a good squeeze before leaning in and kissing her again. His lips hungry for her, passion and desire leaking out of them.

She realized that she was the only one naked in the moment, and she wasn't about to let him get away with that. She quickly started unbuttoning his vest as their tongues melded together. The only sounds in the room were wet lips and heavy breathing with a few moans here and there.

Ominis's hands moved again, this time on their own to grab her hips again, digging his nails into her skin. She let out a small moan, prompting him to do it again. After a few more moments of unbuttoning his clothing and wet kissing, he stood before her in just his trousers.

She took in the sight of him, soaking in every detail of his form. He was still lean as he had been in school, but there were ever so slight layers of muscle that tugged at his skin in just the right way. He looked absolutely divine. Her lip found it's way between her teeth again as she tried to count every little round mark on his skin. She could spend hours just trying to commit each one's location to memory.

"Enjoying the view?" He raised an eyebrow at her as he kicked out of his shoes.

"Oh, more than you know."

He let out a deep chuckle as he stepped toward her.

"Lay down," His voice was rough and commanding.

She didn't hesitate to obey, quickly making her way to the bed and laying down. He made his way to her, grabbing her thighs and pulling her to the edge of the bed. She let out a small yelp to which he only smirked. He guided her underwear off slowly, letting his fingers graze her skin. He spread her legs wide, holding on to her knees as he he knelt down in front of her. His hands moved from her knees and slid slowly up her inner thighs, his calloused fingertips grazing her in a way that made her feel like she was on fire. He slipped on of his hands under her leg, lifting it onto his shoulder and firmly holding it in place by her thigh. He squeezed again, pressing his cheek into her soft skin.

"You are a divine gift from the Gods, my sweet."

Every time he spoke words like that to her, she could feel her whole core tremble. If he could make her feel like this with just words, what could he do-?

Her thoughts were cut off by the sudden feeling of his finger sliding over her clit. She gasped and almost pulled away from the sensation, only to be stopped by his firm hand on her leg.

"Ah, there you are," He said.

He quickly backtracked his movements, pressing light circles against her. She let out another string of moans as he worked her sensitive area. She looked down at him, watching him. His mouth was parted and she could see the desire written on his face.

"You are music to my ears, dove."

He continued like that for a few moments before dipping his fingers to her entrance, feeling the pool she had left for him. Because of him.

"Oh, you are so deliciously wet for me, love," He smirked again, sliding two fingers into her slowly, relishing in the feeling surrounding them. She threw her head back against the bed. He let out a small groan that mixed with the moan she let out at feeling him inside of her.

He began pumping his fingers slowly, the sweet sound of her drawn out moans and the wet slapping of her pussy hitting his ears. He picked up the pace, shoving his fingers as far as they would go.

"O-Oh, f-fuck!" She arched her back. His fingers were like magic as he worked her.

He stopped suddenly, removing his fingers quickly. She whined at the loss of him, looking back to see him slowly put his fingers into his mouth, sucking her off of them.

"Merlin, you taste phenomenal."

He quickly stood, unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his member, pumping it a few times with gritted teeth.

"On your knees." He commanded.

She quickly got off the bed, kneeling in front of him. He still held himself in his hand. He used his other hand to grip onto her hair.

"Open," He growled.

This was a new side to him that she hadn't seen before, and she wasn't ashamed to say that she liked it. She liked being commanded by him, she liked how he gripped her, how he pleased her. So, she did as she was told. She opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out, ready to accept him.

He slowly guided himself into her mouth, a muffled groan escaping his lips. He moved her head by the hair firmly in his fist, stroking himself ever so slowly.

"Your mouth is so fucking good." Ominis was not one for swearing. He hardly ever said anything one would consider crass, and that made this all the more attractive to her.

After he gave her a moment to acquaint herself with his size, he began thrusting his length into her quicker. Soft groans coming from him as he did. He began picking up speed, thrusting harder, shoving his whole length down her throat. She tried to keep her throat relaxed, not choke on him, but she couldn't keep it up. She gagged loudly, which caused him to pull out entirely, a wide smirk on his face.

"Good girl," He said, "Now, get back on the bed. Ass up."

She moved and got back on the bed on her hands and knees, putting her bum in the air. She felt him get on the bed behind her, his hands gripping onto her hips. He slid one of his hands down her bum and felt for her entrance before taking his length and pressing his tip against her.

"Ready, love?"

"Y-Yes," She breathed. She had never imagined that their reunion would turn into this, but she was happy it had.

Without another word, he roughly pushed into her, feeling her walls around him with a drawn out groan.

"Fuck," He muttered, rolling his hips.

She moaned out as he did so, feeling him fill her.

He reached out and gripped her hair again, pulling her to support her top half with her hands. He began bucking into her wildly, moans and groans filling the room as they both felt the pleasure rocketing through their bodies with each connection of hips.

"That's right. Take it, darling, " He groaned, "You take my cock so well."

She could feel him hitting deep within her, right on that magic little spot. Each thrust of his length hitting perfectly. The knot in her stomach was tight, almost painfully so a he continued his pace, her moaning loud and unbridled. He moved his hand from her hair and slipped it around her mouth, leaning forward to press his chest against her back.

"Quite, darling. I want to hear my cock fuck that pretty pussy of yours," He almost purred into her ear.

He continued to buck his hips as he stayed over her like that with his hand over her mouth. Her moans muffled by his firm grip on her face. He grunted into her ear as he listened to the wet sound of skin on skin echo off the walls surrounding them.

"Mmmm," He said something after that. Something that she could only describe as air slithering past his tongue.

Parseltongue.

He let the sweet sounds of it pass his lips as he fucked her. Listening to him speak to her like that was only serving to drive her more mad. She could feel herself getting closer as the friction became almost unbearable.

Her walls began to tighten around him, causing him to let out another groan.

"Let it out, dove. Come for me," He whispered into her ear, sitting up in his knees again and gripping her waist tightly.

The then began pounding into her, pulling her hips to meet his as he groaned and grunted at the feeling of her tight pussy around him.

It didn't take long for her to get to her climax after that as he continued to hit her sweet spot. Her legs shook under her as the knot in her stomach came undone.

"O-Oh, Ominis!" She moaned loudly as she came. Her breath heavy.

He chuckled, continuing to hit her hard as his own climax came over him. He groaned loudly, pushing as far into her as he could, filling her to the brim.

They stayed in that position for a moment, both panting hard as they came down from the high of their escapade. After a moment, Ominis pulled out, falling onto the bed next to her. She quickly followed his lead and laid next to him.

He opened his arms for her to come closer to him and she happily obliged, cuddling herself into his chest as his arms wrapped around her. He kissed her forehead and then rested his chin on top of her head.

"How was that?" He asked.

She giggled, "That was....It was wonderful."

He chuckled and squeezed her tightly to him, "Good."

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy ominis #ominis gaunt #Dominis #hogwarts legacy fic #hogwarts legacy one shot #ominis x reader #ominis gaunt x reader

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icyhottodo · 1 year

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SALTY COOKIES ˚₊✩‧₊

contains: 1k words, fluff, f2l, gn reader is a sorcerer as well but its mentioned once, kissing, yuji, nobara & gojo are menaces, maybe ooc? i tried T-T

summary: megumi has a certain soft spot for you. but maybe not the salted cookies you gave him.

prompt: "Are you mad at me?" "Why would I be mad at you?"

nini’s notes: i was scavenging through the depths of the internet to find inspiration and found one and RAN with it. this was supposed to be a kbg work but i miss gumi.

megumi gets angry at anyone on a regular basis. one thing your fellow friends noticed is that megumi would never get furious at you specifically.

"you’re lying, nobara," you say in disbelief.

"i swear y/n. it's like megumi never gets mad at you. he yells at us, but when he turns to you, he goes all heart eyes. look!" nobara dramatically exclaims to you before waltzing towards megumi. who was on the other side of the classroom, listening to yuji and gojo talk to each other.

nobara creeps up to megumi until she reaches just behind him and pops up from his back. "boo!"

"what the fuck, nobara- oh. hey y/n." megumi’s outburst was suddenly stopped when he turned around and saw you. (along with nobara hiding behind you as a meat shield. but megumi decided to ignore the short-haired girl and focus on you instead.)

megumi scooted his chair closer to you and leaned on an empty desk. placing his head on top of his hand with a small smile on his face. he greets you hesitantly, "hey y/n."

ever since nobara mentioned the truth about megumi acting around you, you could see how much nicer he acts around you.

"hey, i got you your favorite food." megumi offered, turning his head away from you to act uninterested. his eye catches a sparkly-eyed nobara, yuji, and gojo with their hands made into a ball.

"fushiguro! where's our foooood!?" yuji whines, shaking megumi’s body, with the other two frantically nodding their heads yes.

"you three can get your food." megumi rolls his eyes before walking away from their pestering.

you were finally sure that megumi has a soft spot when your peers decided to play a playful prank on the stoic man. they had baked some chocolate chip cookies, but the twist was that they intentionally substituted the sugar for salt instead. they walked up to you with a platter full of those salty cookies, asking you if you would want to hand those cookies to megumi.

"now, you don’t have to give these to fushiguro if you don’t wanna." yuji smiled anxiously, waiting for your reaction.

with the cookies being shoved into your face, you considered acting along with them or not. while the prank is harmless, you still felt slightly bad about tricking the guy. on the other hand, with this prank, you could tell for sure that megumi acted differently around you, perhaps even liking you. this outweighed your cons. plus if this went wrong, you could say yuji, gojo, and nobara told you to do so.

"alright, i will do it," you said as you smiled and took the platter of cookies.

you found megumi training with maki in the courtyard. megumi saw you in the corner of his eye, and you gestured for him to come to you for a minute. because of this, megumi became distracted from his sparring, causing him to get whacked with a stick by maki.

"ouch. okay, you win this time; spar with the panda. i’ll take a break." megumi says, already jogging to where he saw you walk behind a huge willow tree. megumi left so fast that maki hasn't even gotten the chance to reply yet.

panda says, "fushiguro liked y/n, huh?"

"salmon."

"here," you said, showing off the plate. "i made some cookies for you to try."

"what's this for?" megumi asks, cautiously taking a cookie from you. you weren’t the one who usually bakes or gives anything out of the blue.

"i was just trying out new hobbies. i want to see if i am any good at it." you lied on the fly, without thinking. maybe you should take acting as a side job instead of being a sorcerer.

with your explanation, megumi takes a bite out of the cookie and immediately grimaces. megumi slowly chews on the piece of cookie before swallowing it down his throat harshly. you can notice his adam’s apple bobbing up and down when he has entirely consumed the sweet.

"i’ll be frank with you. it's salty, did you maybe switch out the sugar for salt by accident?"

after hearing this comment, yuji and nobara jump from who knows where much to megumi’s surprise. gojo sticks his tongue out and says, "it was a joke, bleh. we baked that and told y/n to give it to you."

you could see the cartoon-like cross-popping veins appearing on the corner of megumi’s forehead. megumi was ready to scold them, but before megumi could yell at them, yuji had pushed his other two friends, gojo and nobara, away, taking the plate of cookies from you in the midst of it. leaving the two of you in silence, which made you feel awkward.

is megumi mad at you? maybe you shouldn't have said yes to your friends. you asked shyly, looking at the floor away from the black-haired man. "are you… mad at me?"

a few seconds of silence passed by, making you more anxious by the second. the silence was broken when you heard footsteps came closer to you, megumi’s shoes appeared in your eyesight. you felt a rough hand touch your face, his thumb finger touching below your lips while the rest of his hand was tucked under your chin.

megumi gently pulls your head up to meet his gorgeous blue eyes with an adoring smile on his face. megumi was mere centimeters away from you. "and why would i be mad at you?"

well, that was a surprise. megumi eyes wander down onto your lips, making butterflies erupt wildly in your stomach. his eyes went back to your eyes. "can i… kiss you?"

megumi’s voice was so tender yet still had tones of uncertainty. you smiled, nodding your head at his question. megumi gave you a simple, fleeting peck, but it had you wanting more. you smiled at him when megumi pulled away, but you took him by the collar and passionately kissed him.

"i… i really like you, y/n," megumi said breathlessly.

"i like you too."

#☆ jjk #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #megumi x you #megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro x y/n #fushiguro x reader #fushiguro jjk #fushiguro x you

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vaguely-concerned · 1 year

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A bunch of screencaps of Pan. Because he is everything to me

you see the thing is....... I would die for him. he's offering his life for hers and he pulls it off looking endearingly sheepish yet resolute about it the whole time. only a heart of stone or, unfortunately, the furies could remain unmoved

have you ever seen a man so beautiful you started crying etc.

he's just a lil guy! you wouldn't be like... lastingly mad at someone who's just a lil guy, would you?? 🥺 (the fact that he's thousands of years old and hides behind a tree for a while because he's worried Grace is there to yell at him fhdskjahf)

>:}

his salty petulant little floating pose in one version of the 'Lost Girls' variant of 'I Can Teach You' is SO funny to me fsdkjfhas. you do kind of keep insulting him to his face in that route I guess I would start to get testy after a while too. listen no one else in grace's fucked up new divine family showed up to help her out is it his fault he comes across in the shiftiest possible way (I mean yeah kinda sorry buddy)

still cracks me up so bad btw. 'good try but you have severely underestimated how much of a freak I am'. kickass!grace and pan have sort of a “Be real with me or Imma kick your ass”/”Promise? ;)” thing going on. I think they should roleplay about it with better boundaries and communication later

I got these for another post I'm working on but man... I love what I've privately dubbed his lil college professor stance

SIR!!! my heart sees him and fills with such simple clean delight just look at him go

yes good

I want to do another post like this just for his romance too but I simply had to... I had to. look at this. beautiful. it's enough to make a person think maybe it's going to be alright after all

#stray gods #stray gods pan #stray gods grace #grace x pan #I've got a really long post about character design in the works too as well as the romance edition of this nonsense #he's providing a lot of loadbearing delight within my psyche right now haha

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plutopitou · 1 year

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◇ Sugar and Salt

gojo satoru x female reader

genre: smut

In an effort to have the white-haired man's more sincere bestfriend, he finds your snarky attitude cute and admirable. He'll show you how to turn your bitterness into something sweet. | MDNI 18+

word count: 2k

warnings: smut, gojo is persistent and annoying but hot, geto and gojo mention, fingering, exhibitionism, hand fetish lowkey

new jjk season and episode so Gojo and Geto are still rotting my brain and I did this in 3 hours, enjoy haha

The old red boothed cushion is horrible doing it’s only purpose to comfort you next to him.

It takes a minute to focus in on the muffled voice next to you that was rambling on as usual, not caring who around could hear. You supposed for the time you spent around him, it was a quality of his you admired.

When you take a closer look, there weren’t many people around at all. At ten at night, there is single light dimmly hanging above the walk way. You can see bodies sprinkled around the diner leaving or hanging around acting as people your age do.

“Hey, why aren’t you paying attention to me?” The white haired man pouts. Resting his head in his hand, your bodies face towards eachother.

Being a couple inches from an unpredictable man that knows how much power he withholds is a dangerous game to play, especially when a normal person has no idea; it’s one you don’t want to gamble on winning. You both know you’d lose.

As much as you wanted to leave, his large frame has got you blocked in. The dirty floor you bet has never been cleaned was not an option to crawl under to leave.

“I am listening.” You smile politely, not wanting to own up to you zoning out.

He purses his lips with a determined look. “Alright then, what did I say?”

Fuck.

You sigh and cross your arms in defeat. “Okay fine, I wasn’t listening. But christ, Gojo, you talk so damn fast I’m surprised anyone can keep up anyways.”

“Geto can keep up just fine.” He returns hastily.

“Yes, your little boyfriend can keep up with you just fine.” You retort sharply.

Was it as obvious to him as it was to you? You eagerly awaited the return of the long-haired man that sat across from you minutes ago who left to take a smoke break, leaving you with his contrasting bestfriend.

The infactuation you had with Geto Suguru is a single seed that just kept sprouting. No immense amount of weed-whacker was enough to destroy it. Soon enough the entirety of your field was infested with pretty black flowers. Naturally, you found yourself leaning into that desire to get to know him better, but that came with having to understand the person at his hip as well.

“You’re a little sour today, aren’tya?” A long slender finger pokes at the plumpness of your cheek.

You swat his hand away. “I’m not sour.”

Laying his head back he stretches his long legs and crosses his arms. He smiles widely. “Sour Sally.”

“Whatever, Gojo.” You kick his leg. It takes a second to remember, you can’t do no real damage to a man like him. “Gosh, you’re so annoying.” The smile on his face never drops as he looks ahead unbothered.

You can see someone’s true intenton not by their body language, but by their eyes, eyes that are concealed by black shades and you’ve yet to understand his true intentions.

Warm fries sit untouched on the table that Geto offered to buy you. You pop one into your mouth, the salty flavor erupting in your mouth as it turns bitter. Spitting it out, your tongue feels stripped of its moisture, you chug the cold water as your whole mouth has become dehydrated and grainy from salt.

Laughter.

Water droplets drip off your chin. Heaving, you stare at him in shock.

Gojo can barely catch his breath. “How did you not notice!” Hunched over, he clutches his stomach failing to settle his laughter.

You pondered when the hell he ever got the chance to mishandle your food with a ridiculous amount of salt.

You’ve had enough of his stupid games.

“Get up, Gojo. I’m leaving.” The temper in your voice catches his attention.

He looks at you with empathy. Sighing he faces towards you again unmoving. “C’mon, I won’t do it again, Sally.”

“Stop calling me that.”

With a loud sigh, he agrees. “Fine. I won’t call you Sour Sally anymore.”

“Thank you-“

“I’ll call you Bitter Becky,”

Was this idea he has as a joke really just a joke? Gojo Satoru is far from a stupid man- he is just childish. You felt exposed from his relentless teasing you felt came from your hypnotism of his more solemn bestfriend.

You’re ready to use as much bodily force you have to try and push him out the way.

He leans in closer unafraid, your stomach flutters as he speaks up.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed your overly sweetness for Suguru. You’re so bitter to me, Becky, you’re gonna hurt my feelings here.” He grins provokingly. Gojo finds your little attempts to push his slender yet strong body out the booth to escape are cute.

But he finds your personal insults even cuter.

You roll your eyes at his accusations, trying to hide how he seems to hit it right on the mark. “Why do you even care?

“Well, the use of sugar and salt aren’t that different, don’t you think?” He speaks again before you can reply.

You’re not sure what else to say in response to his sudden monologue. There was a slight feeling he wasn’t saying all this just to be annoying, but rather he really feels this way about your character.

“This is stupid, just move-“

“I mean, can you really have one without the other?” He continues. “Salt is used to enhance the flavor of sweetness; sweetness being used to balance out the saltiness in something.” He turns his head with a grin. “I know my sweets, Becky. They work perfectly together,”

“and I think your bitterness needs to be balanced out a little.”

Gojo pulls out the salt shaker he used from his pocket and leans to grab leftover sugar packets from Geto’s abandoned coffee.

Your stomach is a butterfly swarm watching him prep for whatever little game he wants to play.

Gojo likes to pick the game and make the rules.

“Close your eyes.”

What came over you to do exactly as he says? The sudden change in atmosphere at the little booth made you feel that the handful of people in the restaurant have disappeared, and it was just you and him.

You can just barely see a glimpse at his long white lashes and diamond eyes behind his black glasses. He held a serious face and it was the last you saw before you finally closed them.

“Hold out your tongue.” You do what he says.

You’ve given up your sense of sight at will, it was crucial to focus on your hearing and touch from now on.

You flinch feeling grains hit your tongue. You pull it into your mouth and taste it.

“What is that?” He questions lowly.

Sugar.

You respond with the answer and hold out your tongue again.

The familiar grains sprinkle on the flat of your tongue; you eat it and quickly answer again.

“Salt.”

He lowly hums, satisfied with your cooperation. You gasp feeling a slender hand smoothly run across your bare thigh, slowing moving them apart. He won’t touch there, no, not yet. Instead he finds satisfaction in feeling up your body.

He likes the softness in your thigh, the cute short skirt you decided to wear paired with soft knitted thigh high socks. He can read you from a mile away, your silent plead of attention. How he undoes your tucked in buttoned shirt to appear more formal and innocent, running his hand along your soft waist and curve of your bare back sending sparks up your spine.

Your thighs clench at his movement, but you don’t want to stop it. The chaos between the two of you is unfamiliar but unfamiliarity doesn’t equate to lack of comfort. Even with your sight stripped away just from his order, you felt safer than ever letting him feel up your body that responded to him eagerly.

He alternates between the salt and sugar; he was correct on his preaches. They taste better together.

Your thoughts erupt in blazing fire.

Awaiting the next taste, you feel the pad of his finger slowly enter the hot cavern of your mouth, dragging down to the tip letting you get every bit of the taste of salt that bursted on your taste buds.

He watches you clamp your lips around the tip, grabbing every grain before letting go. Gojo can’t help but feel a little entranced by your seduction, your eagerness to suddenly please him. He started this game he was going to be the one to finish it.

Your skirt is ruffled up your thigh, Gojo making way pushing your laced panties to the side as he runs that same finger up and down your already slippery slit. Your breath is uneven, your pelvis trying to meet the pad of his finger for more of his endearing affection. To feel his large slender hands push itself into you.

“I want you to be a little sweeter to me, y/n, can you do that for me?”

You don’t respond, you can’t. The best he can get was a quick nod, but it’s good enough for him. Gojo just couldn’t help himself.

Gasping, his mouth meets yours, tongue pushing in trying to bully you from the inside, letting you struggle trying to adhere to the sudden kiss with a hint of sugar from his mouth.

You wanted to push down your moans, yet with Gojo proding into your wet cunt and hot mouth at the same time, insecurity left your body just as he wanted you to.

He didn’t like your bitter stuck-up attitude with him, presenting yourself as some do-gooder who internally cares too much about what people think. Any passers would see his large frame cornering your pretty defenseless self moaning and pushing for more.

There was an ache in his mind that wanted to be released and watch you finally let loose, moan into the air and not give a fuck about the nobodies that could be stalking around. At the end of the day, they didn’t matter.

What mattered at the moment was the stretching feeling of Gojo Satoru fucking your tight pussy with his milky white hands until you soiled yourself around them, watching you overstimulate yourself trying to feel more of what he’s got to give you and feel a little sweetness in your life.

He got off on feeling your hips struggle and push themselves onto him like a doggy in heat, gripping onto his muscular forearm in an attempt of feigning your desire.

You moan into his mouth as he squeezes another finger into your wanting pussy. Smiling at your lustfulness, your eyes still closed like a good girl just like wanted five minutes ago.

The slosh of your wet hole felt so vulgar and loud from Gojo’s prominent thrusts with his hand.

“You’re gonna let loose for me, right? You’re gonna finally be a sweet girl for me and cum?”

In the air there was only your gasps and lustful greed as the coil in your stomach unfolded, your hips jerking into his skillful hand, Gojo whispers obscenities as he pushes even harder from the feeling hot liquid hit his palm, the squelch of it running down his wrist and drip to the base of the seat.

He pulls his hand out with an amused sigh, light strings of arousel connecting you both. You slump into the corner of the booth, your skirt ruffled up your hips, flashing your now wet panties; inner thighs glistening with dripping wetness and random twitches of your pelvic area still aching for more.

Gojo admires the light flush on your cheeks; half lidded eyes trying to process the sudden light after the darkness ten minutes ago. He readjusts your pretty plaid skirt into place and fixes little stray hairs back as his friend walks back into the perimeter.

He nonchalantly licks up the remains of your cum from his hand while you’re fucked out slumped besides him.

Any other person to walk past would be concerned.

Geto comes from around the corner. Surprised but not bewildered, just amused. “What is that?”

He couldn’t help but display a teasing smile as he nods to your heaving, unobservant self.

“Sugar.”

Writing a reader and satosugu threesome sounds super good right now someone ask for it lol

Also i challenged myself to use more dialogue and am proud of myself ok bye bye love u

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lucius-morningstar · 4 months

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You Ruined Them For Me, Forever!

This is taken as more of a joke but I couldn't get this out of my head, and wanted to share it for both humorous reasons and gross reasons. Let's just say Lucius ruined one of Charlie's favorite treats for her. ----- Charlie: You.. Do not talk to me for awhile! Angel: Hey toots what's got ya upset? Charlie: *Points to her brother.* Him, he-He's disgusting! Lucius: Wow what happened to not judgin- Charlie: After what you did today, be thankful that's all I said. Lucius: You gotta get over it Charlie. It's the truth and you have to face it. Charlie: Fuck you! Husk: Woah. Angel: Damn, you really pissed her off. What'd you do? Lucius: Well- Charlie: Do not say it again! Lucius: I am not having them bug me all night until I tell them so either go to your room or get over it. Charlie: *Growls* Lucius: Down gir- Husk: Can ya just tell us what the fuck happened. Lucius: We went to cannibal town, alright and I've been there loads of times and what Charlie didn't know is that I have actually eaten there too and yes while not frequent it's not bad once you get use to it. Charlie: You're gross. Lucius: Let me finish. Okay so we went over to Rosie's and she offered us eyeballs, Charlie turned it down and it's bad etiquette for guys to turn down food so I ate one. Charlie; *gags* Lucius: Oh grow up. Charlie: I'm the same age as you! Lucius: Then act like it. Angel: So she's bein this way because you ate an eyeball? Lucius: ..No, it's more what I said after I ate it. Charlie: Ugh.. Husk: What'd you say after? Lucius: Okay so she gave me a "What the fuck?!" look so I said "it's not so bad, it's basically just like gushers but they're salty and she gave me that look-..*Points to Charlie.* That look!, right there. All because I said that. Charlie: You ruined Gushers for me. Lucius: Charlie not only we're gusher's ruined the moment they came into existence but that is the best description I could have given you! Charlie: That was the worst one and also don't insult them more then you already have. They're amazing! Lucius: Well deal with it. Besides gusher's suck who wants to eat something that sweet anyway. Charlie: ..How dare you. Angel: I mean I'm sure Vaggie eats something that sweet all the ti- Lucius: Angel don't be gross. Husk: Speaking of, where was Vaggie in all of this. Charlie: She was like super tense during it all and real quiet on the walk back home. Husk: Uh Princess.. Vaggie did not come through those doors. Charlie: ..Shit, Lucius this is your fault! Lucius: How is it mine, you're the one who flipped out over the eyeball. Charlie: I wouldn't have, if you had just declined i- Vaggie: *bursts through the doors.* Thank you for leaving me there. Charlie: Vaggie, I'm so sorry. It's his fault. Lucius: it is not. Vaggie: Lucius why did you even compare them to that. Lucius: How else was I suppose to explain it and why are you on her side. She's overreacting, seriously stop being bias cause you're dating her. Angel: She's doin more then da- Lucius & Vaggie: Shut up Angel! Vaggie: Regardless You ate an eyeball in front of us and compared it to a Gusher. I'm not siding with you on that. Charlie: I'm never going to enjoy them again... Vaggie: Come on Charlie. Let's leave the guys alone and get you to bed. Lucius: Bias bitch. Vaggie: What was that? Lucius: Nothing, forget it. Vaggie: Good. ----- Angel: ..So we're they bad. Lucius: Nah. I'd give it a five outta ten if you don't mind things gushing in your mouth. Angel: You know I don't. Alastor: It's not too bad with the right drink too. Lucius: *jumps* Dude where'd you come from. Alastor: Not important, so enjoyed a snack at Rosie's did we? Lucius: Yea but I ruined it for Charlie. Alastor: Always next time, next time ask if she has any whiskey, it doesn't taste bad with it. Lucius: Hmm, I just might actually, Thanks. Husk: Ugh.. I think I've lost my appetite.

#hazbin hotel #fan character #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin oc #charlie morningstar #vaggie #charlie x vaggie #vaggie x charlie #angel dust #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel husk #alastor #Hazbin Alastor #Hazbin Hotel Alastor

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salternateunreality2 · 4 months

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Salty: alright, I'll check in with almost everybody on this chapter and that should come out to about 1k words, then I'll write up Sephiroth's stuff.

Genesis: Excuse me.

Salty: ...

Genesis: ExCUSE me.

Salty: Yes, Mr. Rhapsodos?

Genesis: I will be taking up a whole chapter.

Salty: No, I only planned to have you take a small part of one.

Genesis: I WILL be taking a whole chapter. My emotions and actions DESERVE respect and space. We all know what Sephiroth is going to say, so we should spend time with ME.

Salty: We all know what you're going to say too: angry bird noises, fire, maybe some Loveless, lots of rage.

Genesis: HOW DARE YOU!?

Salty: QUITE EASILY! You're also going to do property damage!

Genesis: WELL I NEVER *recites the entirety of Loveless*

Salty, halfway through: OK, OK, FINE, YOU GET A CHAPTER!

Genesis: As it should be.

Salty, whispering: ...but no Loveless.

Genesis: WHAT WAS THAT?!

Salty: *runs off into the sunset with pen and paper*

@rottenpumpkin13 @birdblacksocialclub your son is being obnoxious, but so am I.

#genesis rhapsodos #the struggle is real #he is such an asshole #but so am i 😈#you said forever #writing #fic writing #fanfics

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gothgril69 · 10 months

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Levi Ackerman/Fem!Reader Royalty!AU

Summary: You dream of another life, a simpler one under the rays of the warm sun, where you find love and your brothers live happily.

But you're destined to serve, to be the black sheep of the family and married off to whoever your father pleases because your parents can't seem to harbor any love for you. Your brothers will serve in the war, side by side with their Chevaliers, and you'll be left to pick up the pieces or die trying.

And the one you thought always hated you, will be right by your side to catch you when you fall.

Overall Warnings: themes of sexism, minor character death, angst, depression, minor character death, smut (please check ao3 for all tags)

Chapter warnings: light smut MDNI

Chapter Length: 6.4k

ao3 link

You keep your eyes closed as you smack your lips together, your mouth as dry as a desert. Grainy sand sticks to your skin, under your clothes, and all you can smell is the salty, pungent air of the sea. You crack one eye open, instantly blinded by the white of the sun, and try your best to squint as you adjust to the light with your hand in front of your face.

The sand is almost yellowish underneath you – much different than the white sands of Mirlenas. You don’t know what Kaslogon looks like, but you can only hope that you made it to your destination along with everyone else. You feel disgusting – your mouth feels like there’s cotton in it, and your senses are barely coming to you. You can feel how disheveled your hair is, and all you can think about is how uncomfortable you are until–

“Miss?” a small voice makes your body jerk upright, frantically looking for the sound.

A little boy stands a few meters away, a stick in his hand and his red hair is getting tousled in the wind. He’s wearing plain brown trousers, and a loose white blouse that flutters in the breeze. His feet are bare, and it looks like he was just kneeling down in the sand moments ago.

“Where am I?” you ask. Your senses are finally coming to you; the overbearing storm, the waves crashing against the boat, that blissful feeling of limbo before you’re carried– “Were there any other survivors?” you ask urgently, working on standing up as you push your hands into the sand.

He looks at you like you’ve gone mad and runs the opposite direction.

“Hey!” you shout. “Wait!” But you don’t have the energy to chase him. You all but collapse back to the ground.

All you can hope for is that the rest of the crew made it out alive, that the Captain managed to dock the ship somewhere on the coast. You hope Levi is okay, and as you think about it tears spring to your eyes. You hope he’s alive, that he was safe on the ship or he made it to some beach just like you have. You sniff, and attempt to wipe off the sand from your damp skirts – it’s useless.

“Miss?” A woman’s voice sounds from behind you and you whip your head around to see. The little boy seems to have brought his parents, and he’s holding both of their hands as they walk towards you. “Are ye alright?”

“Where am I?” you ask again. You’re fine.

The woman looks over at her husband. “Navarre,” she tells you as she makes it to your side – that explains her accent. She kneels down to help you. “You must be with the rest of ‘em.”

“The rest?” you ask her, eyes wide. Did they make it? Is everyone alright? Is Levi alright? Erwin–

“The ship crashed just ova’ theer,” she tells you, pointing down the beach to an area you can’t see. “Come. We’ll make ye some supper’”

You accept her help, and offer her husband a brief nod. The boy won’t stop staring at you, but he seems curious as he peeks around his father’s leg.

“Theer’s a man that’s out right losin’ his mind ova’ theer,” her husband speaks up. “Maybe you know what’s wrong wit’ him. We got to him first, but he wanted to look on the beach– I’m assumin’ for ye.”

You try not to break out into a sprint, knowing your body can’t handle it. It has to be Levi, and you feel your heart seize with the possibility of seeing him again.

They lead you off the beach and you soon see a decent sized house along the coastline. There’s figures lingering nearby and your heart beat increases as you see the crashed ship on the shore.

“We’ve fed ‘em a bit,” the woman speaks up again. “The lot of ye are just too worked up for some of ye to eat properly.”

You don’t answer her, not when you can see familiar faces coming closer. Your soldiers are eating, and you can just make out Hange’s glasses glinting in the sun. One lens seems to be missing, but at least they managed to hold onto them. You can’t find Erwin, and the closer you get you realize you can’t find Levi either.

Connie turns his head, eyes going wide when he sees you. “Shit!”

All eyes turn to you, and you’re practically bombarded by familiar faces as the three Navarre natives step out of the way so they’re not trampled. There’s a jumbled mess of voices, everyone speaking at once, and you’re overwhelmed. You’ve barely regained consciousness and you can feel how weak your body is – you need food, and probably a good sleep.

“Oi!” Levi’s voice cuts through the air and you feel as though your heart drops to your stomach. The crowd parts, mutters of “sorry” and “we’re glad you’re okay” mumbled to you as Levi practically pushes Sasha and Connie away from you.

His face is relieved, but still guarded in front of everyone, and his hair is so uncharacteristically disheveled that you would laugh if you weren’t so exhausted. You briefly catch a glimpse of Erwin behind him, ensuring that you’re okay without intruding. Levi’s shirt is half unbuttoned, his trousers are covered in sand still and his clothing is slightly damp like yours. He couldn’t have been brought here much sooner than yourself.

You all but collapse into him when he’s close enough, wrapping your arms around his neck to barely support yourself while his arms around your torso do most of the work. You want to kiss him, to hold him so closely to you and never let go, but you refrain while you’re in front of the dispersing soldiers. For now you relish in the feeling of him supporting your weak body.

“Levi,” you mumble into his neck.

“I’m here,” he whispers to you. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You separate, and before you can think about it he’s lifting you up in his arms to carry you into the seaside home your hosts have graciously offered you. You let your head rest against his chest, his strong heartbeat calming you down as he holds you. He takes you straight to the small washroom in the house, clear traces of other soldiers cleaning up and sand left behind. Levi gently sets you down, keeping his hands on your waist to keep you stable.

“You’re okay?” you ask him, looking up into his eyes as you support yourself against the wall and he closes the door.

“I’m okay,” he reassures you. He brushes his thumb along your cheek, his eyes darting around your features as if he’s checking to see if you’re really there. “Petra is getting you warm water. She can help you bathe.” He kisses your forehead.

Your eyes close as you nod, grateful to be in his presence again.

Levi helps Petra carry in the water to the metal tub in the washroom, filling it with warm water so you can take a much needed bath. He gives a small nod to her on his way out.

“Can I get ye a cup of tea?” the woman asks Levi, and he let’s out a sigh of relief.

“Please,” he sighs. “Thank you, Mrs..?”

“MacLerie, Isla MacLerie.” She smiles at him. “My husband is Graham.”

“We appreciate your hospitality,” Erwin chimes in behind Levi, nodding to Mrs. MacLerie.

You’ve been asleep for two hours when Levi feels like he can finally breathe again. Mrs. MacLerie had made him a cup of tea, and while it wasn’t the same quality he was used to in Mirlenas, he enjoyed it all the same as he sat across from Erwin at the rectangular dining table.

“She’s alright?” Erwin asks him, concern evident in his tone and on his features.

“Yeah.” Levi takes a sip of his tea. “Physically she’s fine, but she’ll be an utter mess when she finds out about Marco.”

“He was a good kid,” Erwin says. He leans back in his chair, abandoning his own tea on the table.

Levi scoffs. “She loves those kids. She’s going to blame herself.” Levi knows you’ll feel like you could have done more.

“She’ll learn with time that will wear her down,” Erwin hums. He looks lost in thought as he stares down at the table.

“What?” Levi asks sharply. He knows that look.

Erwin looks up abruptly and sits up straighter when he realizes Levi has been scrutinizing him. “I’m just glad she’s alive.”

“And?”

“Auguste would kill me in the afterlife if she wasn’t,” Erwin laughs humorlessly. “I should have been there, should’ve kept both of you safe.”

“You don’t owe me shit,” Levi grumbles. “She’s strong. She would’ve made it no matter what.”

He tries not to think about how close he was to losing you, how helpless you looked tied up in ropes in the middle of the sea. He tries not to think about how his lungs burned and how helpless he felt until he broke the surface of the water. And he tries not to think about how helpless he would be without you – he doesn’t think he could go on.

“You are too,” Erwin says quietly.

Levi takes a sip of his tea and looks out the kitchen window.

—

You don’t know what time it is when you wake up, but you think it’s morning from the way the sun pierces through the window in the room you’re sleeping in. You’re not sure how long you’ve slept, but now that you have you’re eager to move on from here – whether that’s to Kaslogon or the capital of Navarre – Nala – you’re not sure.

There’s soft murmurs in the next room, but you can’t tell who they belong to. You’re grateful for the new clothing Mrs. MacLerie had given you to wear – being able to salvage your corset and only replace your skirts was helpful – and you push the blankets off your body. You still feel a bit wobbly on your feet, but you blame being out at sea for a month.

The floorboards creak under your feet as you stand and make your way to the door, eagerly pushing it open and following the path of the hallway to the main room. All conversation stops as all heads turn to you.

Mister and Missus MacLerie bow. “We had no idea you were royalty, Your Majesty.”

You frown. “Please, at ease,” you tell them. “I am grateful for your hospitality. You owe us nothing.” They nod and stand up straight – you’re grateful. You turn to Erwin and Levi who are watching the interaction from the kitchen table. “Erwin, do we have a plan of action?” You take a seat next to Levi, across from Erwin, and he places a hand on your thigh out of sight from the rest of the soldiers in the room that seem to be preoccupied anyway.

“We do,” Erwin starts, “but we do have casualties.”

Your stomach drops, and you don’t miss the glare Levi sends his way. “Casualties?” You look around the room and notice that Jean, Connie, and Marco aren’t in the room. You saw Connie earlier– “Don’t… Marco and Jean?”

“Marco,” Levi says quietly next to you.

You can feel the tears brimming your eyes, and it takes all your strength to hold them back. You hate this cruel world for taking so many innocent lives, so many sweet human beings that should be left on this earth.

“Jean was close to him,” Erwin continues. “It’s no ones fault. He was brave.”

“And for what?” you ask snarkily. “It could all be for nothing.” You push your chair back to stand up. “Our journey has been delayed by who knows how long. This could be absolutely pointless. We–”

“Aeron,” Erwin interrupts, the same way Auguste used to.

“Do not interrupt me,” you snap. “At this point we will be too late.”

“We are going to Nala,” Erwin continues, unphased by you. “Plans change.”

Your hosts leave the room, allowing you to converse with Erwin and Levi freely as your own soldiers find things to do outside. You’re angry, scared, and anxious to solve your problems. Zeke Jaeger could have killed his own family at this point and you would have no idea. It would make it difficult to negotiate with a tyrant, and no doubt would it end up in war. You can only hope Queen Historia and Ymir would know more information and you can admit that Erwin is right – it would be more efficient to meet with them in Nala to restock and then go to the capital of Kaslogon – Zaramunz.

Levi is quiet most of the time, but you know he agrees with Erwin’s plan. He would support you if you insisted on not following it, but you would be stupid not to – Erwin was Commander for a reason.

The conversation ends with a plan to go to Nala to restock on supplies and gain information, then you would head to Zaramunz as quickly as possible to try and prevent the war from furthuring.

You’ve sat back in your chair by now, and you tip your head back with a sigh, facing the ceiling.

“I apologize,” you say after a moment of silence, lifting your head back up and looking across the table at Erwin. You can tell he’s trying his best to be there for you, trying to fill the shoes that Auguste once did – he’s starting to resemble the father figure your brother had tried so hard to be. “You’ve been nothing but helpful, and I snapped.”

“I’ve never expected you to not have emotions,” Erwin comments, brows dipped slightly with compassion. “It’s overwhelming, but you should also know we’ll be paying our respects to Marco this evening before we move out at dawn.”

You nod, and get up to leave the room. Levi’s soft footsteps follow behind you as you trail outside.

“It’s not your fault,” Levi says. “You couldn’t have known.”

“I’m the reason we’re on this journey,” you scoff, walking towards the beach and past all the soldiers. They cast small looks they think you don’t notice. “All so I can negotiate with a man who most likely won’t listen.”

You trail through the long grass, down a small hill so you’re out of view from the rest of them, and stop on the edge so your boots don’t touch the sand – you’ve had enough sand. Levi stands next to you.

“You’re being too hard on yourself,” Levi mutters.

“I’m the reason you barely made it out of that ocean alive,” you choke out – you’re starting to cry. “You saved me because I was the idiot that wouldn’t listen! I should’ve stayed under the deck.”

“And we might have had a fate similar to Marco,” Levi responds instantly, turning his body to face you. “He followed the rules and it got him killed. Who’s to say it wouldn’t have happened to us?” He brings a hand up, turning your face so you’ll look him in the eyes with a thumb and finger grabbing your chin. “You’re alive. I promised I would protect you.”

You close your eyes and try to calm your breathing so your tears will go away. “I don’t know if I can do it, Levi,” you admit with your eyes still closed. “I felt so at peace when I was under the water. I could finally escape it all.” You open your eyes to look back at him and see tears forming on his waterline, his face blank. “I saw Auguste and Theo, but they looked so sad to see me– like it wasn’t my time.”

“I’m sorry– I had to,” Levi whispers.

“I’m glad you saved me.” You say instantly. “I was so relieved when I found you. I– I don’t want to be without you.”

His hand drops, and he doesn’t say anything as he looks to the side out at the ocean. “We’re going to get through it because we have to,” he says quietly. “We’re stronger than that.”

“I know,” you whisper, letting your eyes drop to the ground. You clench your fists by your side. “We are.”

You close your eyes. It’s all so overwhelming, but you’re doing this for Auguste and Theo. You’re doing this for your country. You’re doing this for Erwin and Levi.

You’re doing this for you.

You look up and tilt Levi’s face towards you to press your lips to his, meeting him with a fervent kiss that lights your insides on fire. His reaction is instantaneous and he grabs the nape of your neck and the side of your face to pull you close, the urgency clear in the way he holds you. The stress from earlier pours out from both of you, turning into a melting pot of desire and lust just to relieve some of the pain that’s been brought. It’s hot, and it’s messy, but it’s everything you need.

“Can’t wait,” you breathe out in between. His bare skin against yours, his lips pressed to every inch of you, you need him inside you, to hold you close as he bites the nape of your neck.

“You can,” he responds. His lips move to your jaw and then trail down to your throat where he nips at your skin. You let out a breathy moan, relishing in the feeling of Levi’s hands and lips all over your skin. His hands move down to your hips and he pulls you flush with his to rut against you. You desperately need him.

“Levi,” you plead. “I need you.”

He groans. “Don’t do this, mon cœur.” He moves his lips back up to your own and you whimper against his mouth.

Your hand travels to his front, between your bodies, and you palm his growing erection through his trousers, eliciting a throaty moan from him. “Touch me,” you beg. He feels larger than you thought he would be, than what your novels had described, and your clit throbs at the thought. God, you hope no one walks over here.

“You’re ruining me,” he moans and a hand travels to the front of your skirt where he eagerly hikes the fabric up your leg. He finally gets the bunch of cloth up and you feel his cool fingertips graze the hot skin of your thigh, a gentle touch that sends sparks up your spine.

“Yes,” you gasp. His fingers lightly brush against your clit and you whimper. He’s looking at you through hooded eyes, holding you close enough to him with one hand on your waist as the other begins touching you. You’ve lost all concentration as you stare into his grey eyes, his fingers putting more pressure on you.

“Have you done this before?” he asks, but he knows the answer – he’s heard you before when you foolishly left your balcony doors open. You blush furiously, and he takes the opportunity of your distraction to push his fingers through your folds and over your quivering hole. “You have,” he hums. “Fingering yourself with your balcony doors wide open. You’re lucky no one else heard.”

Your mouth opens to speak, but you gasp instead as his middle finger slips inside you. He heard you. You grab his wrist as he begins pumping in and out. “Mmph,” you choke out. “Levi.”

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he groans. “So wet. Are you this wet when you touch yourself?”

“No– no only when you do,” you gasp as he inserts a second finger and curls upward. His thumb rubs against your clit in circles and your legs feel weak.

“What have you done to me,” he groans out as you touch him through his trousers again. “You better hope no one comes over here.”

“Then make me cum,” you moan.

He uses his other hand to grab your throat instead of your waist, just enough to where you feel the pressure, and pumps his fingers deep inside you as he pulls you into him with your pussy. He’s stroking you so perfectly, reaching a spot you never could with your own hand, and you feel yourself getting pushed over the edge when he presses his lips to yours.

You gush all over his hand, your clit throbbing as he guides you through it and you keep your lips pressed to his to hide your cries. He pulls his fingers out of you when he feels that you’ve stopped squeezing his fingers, but he kisses you languidly, appreciating you. You look absolutely dazed when he pulls back and brushes your hair behind your ear – you’ve left it down since you’ve bathed.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs mindlessly, thinking out loud.

You let out a breathy laugh as you lean your forehead against his. “I feel awful for doing that,” you tell him truthfully. “I should be mourning, and instead I’m getting pleasured by you.”

He huffs out a laugh. “You can do both, you know.”

You lean back and notice his flushed cheeks, and when you look down you see the bulge under his trousers – he adjusts it. “I can repay you tonight,” you offer. You desperately want to feel him, to maybe even taste him.

“You don’t need to do that.” He strokes your cheekbone with his thumb. “We need the rest tonight.” He drops his hand in favor of wiping his other one off with a handkerchief – you blush.

He guides you in the direction of the house to begin your walk back. Your soldiers have begun to build a fire and as you look around you see Erwin speaking with Hange – you realize you haven’t seen the Captain and his men. You join them by the side of the house.

“Did the Captain and his men make it?” you ask once you and Levi are standing in front of the duo.

“There were a couple casualties, but the Captain decided to move on to the nearest port town as soon as possible,” Erwin answers. You nod thoughtfully – it makes sense.

“I believe we’ll be in a position to ask Navarre for a favor,” Hange speaks up. “We could repay them easily, and it’s not as if Kaslogon has been their allies. Kaslogon is on their own whether it’s Grisha or Zeke sitting on the throne.”

“You really think they’d bother?” you inquire. “Navarre hasn’t had as much influence in the war as Mirlenas.”

“Navarre is their neighbor. They’d be happy to have Kaslogon under control– especially if we can prevent Zeke from becoming a conquering tyrant,” Hange says. “Navarre is in danger of Kaslogon overtaking them.”

“And you think they’ll work with us? We aren’t necessarily their allies.” You’re skeptical to say the least. They were never friendly with your father, but Auguste always had plans to create a stronger relationship with them. Maybe you can do the same.

“You being on the throne changes things,” Hange answers with a grin. “They’ll love you much more than your father.” They laugh.

“We can make it work,” Erwin says confidently.

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You can’t help the tears that form at your waterline as you watch the burning fire, the flames dancing wildly and mocking you with their radiance. You feel empty, and you barely feel the comforting hand Levi has placed on the small of your back as Erwin makes the best speech he can under the circumstances. You try not to look at Jean, you try not to notice the tears that pool on his own waterline, or the way he clenches his jaw as he stares deep into the fire. Connie and Sasha offer comforting hands to hold for him and you’re grateful for your tight knit group of soldiers.

You’re looking forward to getting on the move again, and you’re determined to make the journey to Nala tomorrow a quick one. You’re nervous for how they might receive you, but the circumstances justify your hasty unplanned visit.

When the small ceremony is over you make your way inside, forever grateful that the MacLeries have offered their home to you. Levi guides you to your room, solemn silence filling the air, and when he’s about to leave you reach out to him.

“Stay, please,” you tell him, because you can’t fathom being alone again.

You’re standing in the middle of the room, a hand wrapped around his wrist to stop him from reaching for the closed door. There’s one bed, but does it really matter at this point? Your traditional parents would riot if they knew any of the things you’ve done.

“You’re sure?” he asks softly, hesitant, and ready to leave if you tell him to despite how much you can see it in his eyes that he would love nothing more than to be by your side.

You tug on his wrist as a response, requesting that he gets ready for bed with you. His hands find your waist, and he places a soft, gentle kiss on your lips before slowly turning you around to untie the lace of your corset. His nimble fingers are swift, but careful, as he takes the laces out so you can grab it to set it aside. You lift your skirts off without looking back at him, and you hear his shaky breath as he unties the skirt support around your hips.

You’re practically bare in front of him, only wearing the thin cotton chemise Mrs. MacLerie had washed up for you, and you’re scared to turn around to face him. His hands trail across your abdomen, up to your ribs and just below your breasts to hold you close to him. You place a hand on his just as the other lifts up, ghosting across your nipple and up to your neck where he sweeps your hair to the side, enabling access to your skin.

His lips press softly to the side of your neck, the light sweep of his tongue making you shiver just slightly – he pulls you closer to his chest. “My sweet girl,” he mumbles into your skin and you feel your heart thump harder.

His lips trail along, always soft and gentle as he leaves small kisses on your skin, and when his lips ghost against the nape of your neck you let out a breathy moan. “Levi,” you breathe. You want him to take you here and now, to claim you as his and mate you with a bite to the nape of your neck as his cock penetrates you as deep as possible. You want to cum around him, for him to feel your walls clench around him and for his cum to spurt inside you, filling you until your tummy bloats.

He kisses that spot. “Going to claim you one day,” he whispers through his small kisses. “God, I can’t wait for you to be mine.” He has no idea – you whimper and expose your neck to him more.

He leaves one last kiss and slowly spins you around to meet his gaze. His pupils are blown out, and he’s looking at you with so much love in his eyes that it pierces through the lust that’s clouding the room. His hands leave their spot on your ribs and trail upwards, gently rubbing his thumbs against your pert nipples. “I’m always yours,” you whisper to him, practically confessing that you love him – you’ve always cared for him, and you know he knows that.

He gives you a rare small smile, and his hands grasp your face as he kisses your forehead. “We should sleep,” he tells you, and you know he’s right.

Sleeping comfortably is easy when Levi keeps you warm, his body radiating heat that you find yourself curling into, despite the lingering thoughts in your head about Zeke.

—

It takes two days to reach Nala despite you hoping for it to be a shorter journey – Erwin’s predictions were typically correct. You’re nervous as you trot through the outskirts of the capitol, unsure of how you’ll be received. Your cloak shadows your face to hide your identity from the townsfolk, although you’re almost positive no one would recognize the Queen of Mirlenas here. Levi and Erwin had insisted, with Erwin ensuring your face was covered enough just like Auguste would have while Levi watched him fret over you – even if Erwin didn’t realize what he was doing.

It was odd seeing this side of him; the side that’s not just the Commander and maybe the side of him that Auguste had fallen for. He cares deeply for those around him, cares about you and perhaps it’s just due to the feeling of owing your brothers his guardianship over you, but you appreciate his compassion. He remains strict and stoic in front of your soldiers, but you know Levi has seen the way he gravitates towards taking care of you, how he might feel like you’re the only thing he has left to protect to fill his heart again. You wonder if this is what it’s like to have a father, but you suppose you’ve always had unconventional figures for that, Auguste practically filling that role already in a different sense.

The landscape has been so different from Mirlenas, making the journey interesting enough as your borrowed horses trek along. Rolling hills with swaying green grass allow feed for the horses after tiring days of travel, and the large forest you traveled through to get to the outskirts of Nala were easy enough to navigate. The trees had towered over you, so high you had to crane your neck just to see the tops swaying above you, but the forest ground was mostly clear with naturally cleared dirt and ferns.

Your soldiers made a barricade around you as you found the main dirt road that would lead you to the castle walls Queen Historia and Ymir resided in. Erwin and Hange led the group, with Levi, Eld, Gunther, Oluo, and Petra behind you. The youngest of your soldiers flanked both sides, Armin and Mikasa to your left with Jean, Connie, and Sasha to your right – you try not to think about how there should be one more on your left. Erwin reassured you that this was only a precaution, stating that he wasn’t entirely sure where Navarre’s alliances resided now or if they would welcome you with hostility.

You could hardly see around Erwin’s broad shoulders and Hange’s taller frame as you tried to peek around them to the gates of the castle grounds. It was clear they were waiting for you as four more soldiers joined the two that had been standing guard themselves as you approach.

“Halt!” a deep baritone voice shouts out when you’re about 10 meters away, firearms raised by all six soldiers. “State your name and business.”

Erwin speaks first. “We’ve come to speak with Queen Historia and Ymir–”

“Absolutely not!” another voice sounds, two soldiers stepping forward.

The tension in the air is palpable, all hands on holstered weapons as your soldiers stare down at the muskets pointed in your direction. Erwin has been interrupted, and you can see the gears turning in his head as he debates on revealing your identity.

You do it for him.

You pull back the hood of your cloak. “I am Queen of Mirlenas,” you state calmly, loud enough for them to hear – you hear Levi let out a small grunt of disapproval behind you, and his sword being unsheathed. Erwin and Hange part for you as you hop down from your horse. “I’m sure they will be eager to hear what I have to say.”

When you walk towards them, clearly unarmed and identity revealed, their muskets lower as they exchange looks of uncertainty. You hear the man with the deep voice command one of the more tentative guards to alert the queens of your presence, never taking his eyes off you.

“What business does the Queen of Mirlenas have in Navarre?” he asks. There’s a scowl on his face, jaw set as he clenches it while regarding you with animosity. His nose twitches, and the slight breeze in the air pushes his straight blond hair back from his eyes enough so you can see the skepticism in his blue eyes.

“I don’t believe that’s any of your business,” you state evenly, tilting your head as you analyze him. “What’s your name?”

“Once the Queens approve your visit you may know my name,” he states plainly.

You nod. “Very well then.” You spin on your heel and walk back to your soldiers, meeting Levi’s gaze as soon as you do now that he’s moved positions.

He’s standing in front of Erwin, sword unsheathed and another ready to draw his second. He looks angry, eyebrows downturned into a scowl you haven’t seen directed towards you in ages, but you don’t let him break your resolve. You walk until you’re by his side, turning so you’re facing the brute of a guard stilling glaring at you from the front gates.

Levi leans over, turning his head slightly to whisper in your ear, “That was foolish.”

You keep your face steeled while you’re being watched, despite the urge to turn to him with a scowl on your face. “Don’t tell me you doubt me now,” you speak low enough for only him to hear.

He turns his gaze back towards the guard. “Erwin had it under control,” he scolds. “You can’t–”

“We can discuss this later,” you snap, still quiet enough, but now with a scowl on your face as you turn your head fully to the side to look at him. You scoff quietly and turn forwards again. “Erwin was about to do it anyway,” you grumble.

Before Levi can respond there’s commotion behind the gates, and the man finally takes his eyes off you to open them fully to reveal Queen Historia and Ymir themselves. You immediately walk forwards, your soldiers following closely behind – especially Levi, who hasn’t left your side.

“Queen Aeron,” Historia greets cheerfully, curtseying as Ymir stands still by her side. “We were not expecting a visit from you, but I’ve heard about your family– my deepest condolences.”

You curtsey back, lifting your cotton skirts that don’t compare to Historia’s fine silks. “Thank you, Queen Historia. It’s a pleasure to meet you– you as well, Queen Ymir.”

“Please come in!” Historia chirps, gesturing for you to enter the castle grounds.

You don’t make a step when Ymir speaks up. “What business could you possibly have with us?” She’s scowling at you. “I understand you’re new to being Queen, but perhaps you could have had the basic knowledge of sending a letter to inform us of your arrival.”

“I understand your hesitancy, but I would love to explain the circumstances under less watchful eyes,” you glance over at their guards and take a step forward to follow Historia’s invitation.

Ymir steps in front of you, close enough for you to feel her body heat, and the next thing you know Levi’s sword is being pointed at her throat and he wraps an arm around you, a hand landing on your hip, to pull you to his side. It happens so quickly you don’t realize their guards have raised their muskets again, and your own soldiers have drawn their weapons as well.

“Do not attempt to intimidate my Queen,” Levi seethes at Ymir. They glare at each other intensely as he holds his sword to her neck and she fearlessly stares back at him.

“Levi,” you slowly say his name – he doesn’t budge. “Lower your weapon.”

“Ymir,” Historia whispers.

Levi reluctantly does as you say, albeit a bit slowly, but his arm remains around you even when Ymir takes two steps back to be by Historia’s side once again. Her eyes drop to his hand on your hip, and a smirk forms on her face as she looks between you and Levi.

“I see,” she says slyly. “You’re in love with your mutt here.”

You scowl at her as Historia scolds her. “Ymir,” she huffs. Levi’s hand drops from your hip as she turns to look at you. “Let’s discuss this inside. My guards will guide your soldiers to resupply and eat after your journey here.”

“She doesn’t go anywhere without me,” Levi immediately states, and you can’t tell if he’s acting as your Chevalier at the moment, or if his personal feelings are influencing him.

Ymir scoffs as Historia gives him a small smile. “Of course,” she says gently. “Our guard will be joining us as well, do not worry. Miche?” You give the blond man a look of satisfaction after finding out his name – he only returns it with a scowl.

You and Historia walk side by side through the gates, joined by Ymir on her left and Levi on your right as Miche follows behind. You hear the quiet conversation between him and your Marquis and Brigadier as Erwin engages in purely diplomatic speech.

The castle grounds are clearly different than your own in Mirlenas, favoring the natural landscapes of Navarre more than your own country embraced their own. Instead of the pale stones used at home, large misshapen stones create walls, their dark surfaces covered in moss and scars from erosion. The path you walk on is the same red dirt in the forests, packed down to create a solid walkway to the large main doors of the castle. They’ve been left natural, red wood held together by black metal fixtures and you notice that the smaller country is modest when revealing their wealth.

You and Historia make idle chitchat as she guides the group to the large doors, happily engaging in diplomacies you typically hate. Ymir broods next to her the same way Levi does next to you.

Two guards open the doors wide for your arrival, and you speak up before you enter. “My Marquis and Brigadier will be joining as well,” you state to Historia. “We are here to discuss political matters.”

You hesitate.

“We are supposed to be in Zaramund.”

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