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The Protector & the Prince (Aedion Ashryver x Reader)

a/n: this character and plotline has been in my head ever since i read throne of glass, so i'm lowkey thinking of making this a series? to explore the character and also her relationship with aedion? because there is a criminally low amount of aedion love out here (i'm happy to provide). lmk your thoughts in the comments!

content: aedion x fem!reader, aelin x reader platonic, rowan whitethorn ofc, spoilers for empire of storms & kingdom of ash, slight au where reader is taken by maeve instead of aelin

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The Protector & the Prince

The dawn was chill and damp against your cheeks. Dew rose from the meadow below, kissing your hair and skin. Welcoming you home.

In the rocky hollow behind you, the Bane packed up camp. They were battle-weary, exhausted to the bone after years of fighting in the mountains. Last night at dusk, when the company had stopped, you had just been able to make out the spires of Orynth across the next hill. It had been a trial in will to halt, to take stock, to rest before making the final push across the Staghorns.

Today, you would return to the home you had been forced to abandon, to the people you called your own. To your queen. To your friends. The war had been won, they said. Word had come over the mountains in the form of a white-tailed hawk; the king himself had come to find you and call you home. He had said his queen commanded it.

Against your will and better judgement, the memories of the past decade flowed freely as you and your company hiked down into the vale, then up the other side, crossing the last line of mountains. The loss of Aelin, the fall of Orynth, the Assassin's Guild, the land of Erilea, the return of magic, and the nightmares of war. Yet by midday, Terrasen unfolded before you, green and golden as ever. Your heart strained against its cage, and the Bane's pace hastened to the city's gates.

When you had last seen this city, it had been white and glistening, a kingdom in its prime. You were but nine years old, a nameless child with no family, no wealth, who had been taken in by King Orlon, of all people, to guard his young niece and heir, Aelin Galathynius. Since, your fae lineage had been revealed, and his choice in you had become clearer; only you could have followed Aelin to the ends of the earth as you did. Only you could have kept her safe.

Now, Orynth was rebuilding. The people had begun to return, but their wariness was palpable as they turned from their work to observe the Bane walking down the main thoroughfare. Some bowed, but there was no fanfare. There was little room for celebration as the dust of war settled, and the work began.

Your mind was a muted whirlwind of thoughts. You had little idea what to expect upon seeing Aelin. You hadn't seen her since the day on the beach, when you had been taken by Maeve in her place. The war done, you no longer knew your place.

Besides all this, your heart pounded for entirely different, unwelcome reasons.

Aedion would be here.

Aedion, Aelin's cousin, the Wolf of the North, fearsome general and protector of a fallen kingdom, had always been your best friend. Your first friend in Orynth, the lifeline you held onto while training with Arobynn. Your closest confidant. The only person you needed. And gods, did you need him now, with the uncertainties rising and the past creeping in... As you approached the towering doors to the castle, you actually considered whether you could do this.

The walk up the sweeping marble steps took a millennium. Untouched, no one had been able to steal their grandeur, though the great doors were still missing. One step over the mighty threshold, two steps, and you had yet to collapse. Three steps, and you were blindsided, barreled into with such force you stumbled.

"Y/N," came Aelin's shaky breath in your ear. She clutched you close, her fingers digging into your leathers. You clung to her in turn, holding her as tightly as you could, breathing in the smell of her, free of blood and iron. "You made it."

"Hi," you laughed breathlessly. "Gods, Aelin. Hi."

And suddenly, everything was entirely right in the world. You were home. You were with your best friend. You had made it.

Reluctantly, Aelin let you go and addressed your company. The Bane, ever having been Aedion's to command, had been given to you in the wake of your return to the continent. You had earned their respect, earned your place as their general. But they were, of course, Aelin's to command. Her arm still around you, she thanked them and dismissed them.

Before you knew it, you'd been swept up to a grand chamber, Aelin with you, to wash and eat. Your head swirled with the welcome, with the shock of being back in this place you'd once called home. She spoke softly, bringing news of Rowan, Chaol, Dorian, Elide, and Manon. She skirted talk of fighting, of that day on the beach, and for that, you were grateful.

"How is Lysandra?" You asked, pulling a comb through your wet hair. The sun was setting, but you would luxuriate in this time with Aelin for as long as she'd allow. "I heard she became a sea dragon."

"She did. That, and more." Aelin laid out a tunic on the bed for you, and it all felt too much like evenings at the Guild, preparing for grand soirées (and murders). "Her and Aedion have finally made up. Thank the gods for that - the tension was borderline unbearable."

Your eyes flicked to hers in the mirror, but only just. You blamed the exhaustion for the way your heart stuttered. "I'm glad to hear it. One big happy family, right?"

She snorted. "Yeah, a right happy home we've got."

A knock came on the door, and a servant entered, summoning Aelin to her council chamber. The young queen groaned, but you saw how she straightened - how the mantle settled on her shoulders in a way that no longer looked entirely unbearable. She turned to you, saying, "You should rest, Y/N. Eat up here, and we'll talk more tomorrow."

You turned to look at her in full, smiling faintly, strained. "Tomorrow."

Your queen disappeared. In the sudden dimness of twilight, you were alone.

But, you supposed, there was a tomorrow. That alone was enough to help you breathe.

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Dawn came too early. Despite your fatigue, you'd hardly slept. First, it was the dreams. Then, it was the contemplation. Would Aelin send you away? What would she have you do in service of her court? Would you even have a place? As a demi-fae of no noble birth and little standing, all you had was your training. Your violence.

You supposed that was worth something.

It was what drove you down to the training yard in the gray light before the sun, moving through the familiar dance of swordwork. Before long, sweat poured down your spine. As the sun rose over the yard, more soldiers came to train, though they hardly had a swordmaster to tutor them. Quietly, you placed your weapons back on the racks and slipped away, unnoticed.

It was down the second stone corridor you turned, then, that you first heard the soft laughter, the hushed tones.

"Isn't it too early for this?" A gasp, a giggle. "Surely there's a better place."

"No one will come down here. Besides, it's never too early for this."

You stopped dead. You knew that voice. You'd know that voice anywhere. You'd heard it in your dreams. You'd followed it in your darkest moments, guiding you home.

You turned on your heel and stalked in the opposite direction, chest aching, as the sounds of Aedion and Lysandra's tryst faded behind you.

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Aelin had called a meeting for midmorning, and you were notified last moment. You were still straightening your fancy new attire - silver, threaded with dark vines - as you entered the privy chamber. It was nearly exactly as you remembered. Eerily exact, as it was. You kept thinking you'd see King Orlon leap out from behind the curtains to say it had all been a cruel jest.

Luckily, you'd had plenty of time to right yourself, as Aedion was embarrassingly late. Though you knew the likely reason why, you kept your mouth firmly shut, instead braiding your hair and reporting to Rowan Whitethorn on the state of the Bane. When that was through, and only then, did the doors open once more, and Prince Aedion swept in, not a hair out of place.

"Forgive the delay, Aelin," he said softly when his cousin gave him an arch look. "There were... urgent matters to attend to in the yard."

Rowan grunted, "Those soldiers need a proper swordmaster."

"Which is why we're all here," Aelin said, as if it were obvious. She was clearly bored with the court business, but she looked between you and Aedion as though she were expecting something... more. After an awfully long pause, she continued. "Now that we're all together again, I figured some rearranging of duties is in order. Aedion, the Bane are yours, should you want them. And Y/N, my Queensguard is yours."

Aedion looked satisfied, but you were rooted to the spot with shock. "Aelin, your Queensguard? Why not have Chaol do it, or something?"

"Because Chaol has his own wife, child, and parcel to handle."

"You're more capable," Rowan chimed. "Wouldn't have anyone else protecting my wife."

"I'd also like you to be my envoy to Rifthold, for the time being." You actually had to take a seat. The closest one was a large armchair adjacent to Orlon's massive, ancient desk. "You know the city - and the affairs of Adarlan - better than any of us. And Dorian asked for you. You're a far better diplomat than I ever was."

"You were simply never a diplomat," Aedion said flatly, but his attention was fixed on you. Had been since he entered the room.

"Thanks, I know." Aelin flipped her hair over her shoulder, perching on the edge of her uncle's desk. "Much more of a decisive type, don't you think? Anyways, Y/N, would you accept both positions?"

You truly had to think a moment. You were reeling, your breath coming shortly. You had feared that Aelin wouldn't have work for you, and now, you were to captain her Queensguard and act as envoy to Adarlan? The responsibility almost seemed too much to take on.

Without thought, you glanced over to Aedion, who was still watching you. You caught his scent as you did so, and the desire to launch yourself into his arms after so long apart, after such hardship, after thinking you'd both die, took your breath away. But he was steady as he watched you, and as he nodded once.

You returned it. Rose, squared your shoulders, and bowed to your queen. "I'd be honored to accept both charges."

Aelin and Rowan shared a glance this time, before Aelin said, "Don't answer right now, Y/N, but there was something else I wanted to ask." You quirked a brow. "If you'd join me, I'd have you as one of my bloodsworn. You've followed me through everything, given up everything for me, and there is no one I can count more loyal than you. I would have you by my side, in all things."

The blood drained from your head, but you felt uncommonly steady. You couldn't give her an answer, but you could reassure her that you weren't going anywhere.

You stepped forward and wrapped your arms around her, and she returned the embrace fiercely, burying her face in your shoulder. "My path has always been beside yours. Past and future. Not going anywhere."

Aelin lifted her head, eyes teary and brilliant. "Never again."

Flashes of the smell of iron, the taste of iron, the smothering of iron. Of a cell, of shattered realities, of a white wolf. They haunted your sleeping and waking moments. Had consumed you for so long.

The meeting was, for all intents and purposes, over. After parting, you gave barely a fleeting glance at Aedion, unable to deal with that emotional disaster at present, and strode from the room, already calling for all soldiers to report immediately to the yard.

You had work to do.

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A month had passed, and your life was consumed with dust, sweat, the grunting of fighters, and the clash of steel on steel. You had selected a Queensguard from the soldiers who'd been in the city, but training them was something else entirely. They'd all seen combat in the war, of course, but that didn't mean they even knew how to swing a sword without tearing a muscle. It had been nigh on ten years since Orynth had had an organized militia of any kind. You were starting from scratch.

The men and women you'd selected were, of course, learning quickly. You wouldn't have chosen them if you didn't think them trainable. But they were reaching a plateau, and their progress was slowing. You were spending long hours training under the blistering sun, and even longer hours planning rotations and the coverage of major events in the castle. Aelin needed two guards with her at all times, and given the state of the Queensguard at present, you hardly trusted any of the new additions to protect her without you present.

Aelin's queendom was in its infancy, making it particularly fragile. Anyone could come for her - or the king - in an effort to change the political balance. It was something you couldn't chance, even if both king and queen could protect themselves admirably on their own.

All that being said, it was well into the evening, and you couldn't recall the last time you'd slept more than three hours. Or eaten a meal, actually. You sat back and threw down your quill, rubbing at your eyes. They'd grown weak and scratchy as you wrote by candlelight. The moon hardly helped, casting a silvery glow across the floor of your chambers.

A knock came at the door, and you didn't bother to sit up before calling, "Come!"

"Prince Aedion, Commander Y/L/N," the servant said. A second later, Aedion stepped in, shutting the door behind him in the servant's face.

You were still, watching him from under your brows as he approached your desk.

He stopped before you. "You look like hell."

"Thanks."

"That's a compliment."

"An absolute charmer, you are."

"I only mean to say you've been working hard. Aelin appreciates it."

"I know she does."

He suddenly looked like he was at a loss for words, something he hadn't been around you for... ever.

"Have you slept?" He finally managed.

"Do I look like it?" You gestured to your desk. "Lots to do. And I'm due in Rifthold next week."

"Are you going to take the blood oath?"

You sighed. "Don't you have something more useful to do than interrogate me?"

"I don't, actually," he snapped back, anger sparking. "Nothing more important than making sure you're alright."

"Funny, I thought you had a kingdom to defend. My mistake."

"The Bane are getting well-deserved rest. And thank to you, they're in top shape." He crossed his arms. "You led them well."

"I'd assume you'd know that, considering it was you who wanted me to lead them."

"Only because you needed something to do that would keep you safe."

Silence swallowed you whole as you stared at him. Fury turned your chest cold, your fingers numb. "Keep me safe?"

"You had no business being near the final battle for Terrasen," he snapped back. "Considering what you went through at Maeve's hands, you couldn't have been ready."

"So you sent me to babysit your troops?" You hissed, rising to your feet abruptly. "Are you serious, Aedion?"

Aedion sighed, exasperated. He held out placating hands. "This is going all wrong, Y/N. I'm not trying to upset you. I'm trying to make sure you're okay."

"What, because I was tortured? I can assure you, I'm a big girl. I can handle a few nightmares."

"Because I can hardly believe that you've healed," he nearly shouted. You leaned back. He said, quieter, "Because I know you haven't. You're throwing yourself into work to distract yourself. But it won't work forever."

He couldn't know just how right he was. It hurt, like a raw blister, the way he saw right through you. The way you wished you could bare your soul to him, let him comfort you, let him take care of you. You'd never had that, but you'd only ever wanted it from him. Your jaw was tight with hurt, and with fury.

"I gave you command of the Bane because I needed someone I could trust in the Staghorns. No one else could have earned their respect as you did." Aedion's gaze softened. "And selfishly, I wanted to keep you safe."

"I can take care of myself," you said, rather childishly.

"I know that."

"I don't need you to look after me. Not when you have other people to worry about."

The last had slipped out, unbidden, and you immediately cursed yourself for even saying it. Straight away, Aedion knew. His eyes sharpened, and you were glad to have the desk between you as his eyebrows rose.

"Lysandra," he said simply.

You stared back at him. "It's only natural."

"What? That I... frolicked with her, or that you're jealous of it?"

You scoffed. "'Frolicked?'" Seriously, Aedion? Are we twelve again?"

"We may as well be, for how well I feel I know you right now."

"You've known how I've felt about you for ages, Aedion. I know you have. You're blind, but you're not that stupid."

"Well thank you for that," he said, anger entirely abated. The snark of his remark missed its target. "Honestly, I only knew because Aelin told me."

"She told you back in Rifthold. I know. Before Arobynn was dead. Before I was free of him. Right in the midst of a shadow war." You gave a one-shouldered shrug. "But you always knew me best, Aedion. You had to have known before. But whether you did simply doesn't matter."

"How could it not?"

You straightened under his piercing stare, under the question in his eyes. "Because I have a job to do, and so do you. Aelin will always come before me, and I would never let anything, even you, come before her."

Aedion's mouth curved into a sad smile. "I know that."

Put off by the starkness of his honesty, you added, "And to be clear, I wouldn't be jealous of Lysandra. Her and I have been through enough. She's beautiful, and more than that, she's good. You deserve her."

"Lysandra has gone to Wendlyn."

"What?"

"We... I thought we'd gotten over the deception leading up to you being taken by Maeve, but we hadn't. She requested to leave, and Aelin gave her a job across the sea."

You were dumbfounded. So much so that you had to sit down. Lysandra, Aelin, and yourself had been the only ones to know of your plan to glamour yourself before arriving on the beach that day to greet Maeve's forces. As demi-fae, you had few powers, but one of the strongest was casting glamours. It was part of why you'd been so successful as an assassin at the Guild. Glamoured as Aelin, you'd been the one to be taken that day to Doranelle.

Anything for Aelin. Anything. Always.

Your voice shook as you said, "I will not be your second choice, Aedion."

"I'm not asking you to be," he murmured. "I'm asking you if you're alright."

Nearly. You nearly bent and broke, straight into him. Your mouth wobbled, but you managed to stand straight as you whispered, "I don't know who I am, now the bloodshed has stopped." When he said nothing, you drew a deep breath and continued. "Which means I'll keep fighting until I can sleep through the night."

"That's not how this works," he said evenly, and finally, he reached out, stopping himself just as his fingers grazed your sleeve. "You don't get to do this on your own, Y/N. We've always done this together - let me help you."

"You couldn't understand, Aedion."

And it was true. The things you'd gone through at Maeve's hands, at Arobynn's before her, no one could understand, least of all this prince. But as he touched you, for the first time in years, you felt your will against him falter.

You could have him, you thought. He's right there.

"Let me try," he breathed. His gold-rimmed eyes were desperate, soulful. Full of something you'd hardly dared admit to seeing before. Before Lysandra, when it was just you and him against the world. Desire. Admiration. Love? "Let me take care of you, Y/N. You've spent your whole life caring for us. Let me shoulder the burden, just for a little while."

The space stretched between you and Aedion, infinite. A breath. There was the truth, you realized. And you whispered:

"I'm scared, Aedion."

"I know, sweetheart."

He sensed it before it happened, and was around the desk in an instant, even as you fell back into your chair. Your breath came shortly, your chest crushed beneath the iron vice of memory. You'd failed to realize what it was to be rid of the constant routine of fight or flight, and now, that freedom came crashing down upon you as a wave, crushing your breath into teary gasps of air. Into sobs.

But Aedion was there, perched next to you, drawing you as close to him as he could. He pressed his mouth to your hair, your temple, your cheek, murmuring that he had you. That he was sorry. That Lysandra was only ever a distraction. That he'd loved you since you were children. That he had you. That he wouldn't let you go.

That you were safe now.

When the sobs subsided, you managed to lift your head, to look up at him through bloodshot eyes. He gazed on you fondly, his own eyes limned in silver. His hand smoothed over your hair, a gentle caress.

"You are the strongest female I have ever known," he murmured. "You may feel lost now, but we'll take this on together. Alright?"

"You have some explaining to do," you replied with half-hearted severity. "Frolicking with Lysandra isn't entirely forgiven, I'll have you know."

"Figured it wouldn't be."

"But... Together?"

"As it's always been, Y/N." He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. "I swear."

"I'll hold you to it."

"Wouldn't expect anything less from my most fearless warrior."

You smiled, and leaned up just enough to take him by surprise, kissing him softly. With the tenderness of ten years of longing, of ten years of sacrifice and love.

He tasted of beginnings.

#aedion ashryver x reader #aedion ashryver #aedion x reader #throne of glass #tog #aelin x reader platonic #aedion x lysandra #aelin ashryver galathynius #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius

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earenwen-leafwhisper · 9 months ago

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I need to talk

The first part is a google translation of my first post written in French. The second part will be an addition to what I wrote. This is the link of the first post. (And just as i was going to post this, i just have two feedback, and thank you, maybe it's not the best day to post this but at least it will not be in my head that much)

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Today I will speak in French,

French being my mother tongue, I am more able to express myself.

It’s been two years since I started writing fanfictions, two years where I try to improve my English, where I write first in French then translated into English to be sure of the turns of phrase, of my intention in my writing. (Which makes my posts are not daily either, it takes me a lot of time)

You are adorable for all the likes. And thank you.

But.

I would also like to have comments, because I know that I leave spelling and grammar mistakes. I write for chubby/plus size/fat readers, and sometimes I feel like you just read because of the lack of this type of content.

Even in my publications of the kinktober. I do not know if what I write is correct or not. I just had one person ask me about not writing hard bdsm, and a question about, if I would write for other characters. But... why don’t you leave me a comment to tell me WHY do you want me to write about other characters? Why do YOU want me to write Hard bdsm, do you like what I write? Do people write about the characters you want?

Another example. When I put the draft fanfictions requests for kinktober, I did not receive any news from anonymous people, which makes me not want to publish the kinktober, because I do not know if it is good for them. I am lost.

Completely lost.

I have fanfiction ideas, I have unpublished writings, and I don’t publish them, because... I don’t know if what I write is good, just having likes is fine, but having a comment, just one, it’s a diamond.

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I will add something.

I know that I cannot ask for the engagement of people's, I cannot force them to interract.

I do not read or interract with others authors as, I fear to be judges, to be see as needy, to be reject.

I know that writing for chubby/plus size mean that I will have less people's reading my work. But fuck, why not leaving a commentary? To put courage for those who write that type of content, if I wanted more people's to see my work I would have not write for chubby/plus size, and I would have write for "normal" reader(I hate to have to use the word normal), I would have not write the reader as the more neutral that I can and chubby/plus size. I would have put less time, less passion on it.

I don't understand why there is this lack of feedback. And I'm not the only one, reddit is full of people's asking the same think, that told that they lost their want, their passion in fanfictions.

I write first for myself, it's true. But... seen that people's like what I write and it's true that I have some reblogs, less then the likes and more then the commentary, but... even in the reblogs there is no feedback, even a emoji is good (thank you if you pass by your emoji have made my day)

I feel like that people's just feed on fanfictions and are angry when a autor ask for a feedback to know if it was good or not. Having just... even someone, in anon, or in dm's if they don't want their commentary visible by all, to just... have a interaction. I'm not someone who will scream or be angry, i just... sometime i feel lonely.

Lonely, because i don't know how to interract with peoples, i don't know when and how I can try to interract with someone, if I would not be too much, as i know that I can be too passionate with something and this made peoples go away. I know that not everyone are alway connect on tumblr or ao3.

Oh ao3, this one is depressing, as you can watch how much peoples have read or at least interract and when you see the number of kudos or comments, there is a mountain between them sometime. (I don't talk here only for me, but for the other's too, as i have already told, you can see on reddit peoples talking about that)

I needed to talk about this, even if you don't think like me or don't live this. It's okay. We are all different, and I'm sorry to have bothered you.

#Sometime it's hard to write #Did i ask too much?#i know that my writing is not that good #even bad #but how can i learn to be better

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kneelingshadowsalome · 2 years ago

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I have an odd request… perhaps a captain price fic where the reader is much younger and edgy- likeee covered in tats and stuff,, and price isn’t rly used to that but finds it hot as hell… idk maybe they work together ?? Smut ensues …

IDK I have tatts and wonder what he’d think of that 👹👹

Just an idea 💡❤️😫

Fire it Up (John Price x F!Reader)

Word count: 7.8 k

Tags/warnings: Smut 🔞 mutual pining, flirting, swearing, older man/younger woman dynamic, forbidden love, smoking & drinking, voice kink, a tiny brat taming kink squeezed itself in here too. Reader has tattoos and works as a coder at the base. Rough ~10yrs age gap described, reader is of age I hope to god it goes without saying (Price is canonically 37) Also: no use of 'daddy' in this fic

A/N: I'm so glad for this request anon and I hope you like what I made! Also people please be gentle, this is my first Price fic 🥹 God I wish I could attach the fat scent of cigar here to give you the full experience.

You don't know what caught your attention first.

The cigar, perhaps. Or the beard? Might be his hips, the ass that tells you this man can fuck a woman for hours.

Or maybe it's the fact that he's too old for you.

No, not too old…

Just older than you. A decade, perhaps, if you were being gentle with him and lenient with yourself.

He certainly isn't old enough to be your father, but he wasn't the type of man your eyes usually drifted on either.

He looks like someone who's supposed to be fishing in Alaska, sucking that fat cigar while taking in the view of mountains while trying to catch wild fish in some wide, free stream.

He's supposed to come home to a remote cabin: to his little wife who pours him a scotch after he has shown her what he caught today. Make sweet love to her while stars shoot and speckle the indigo night.

He looks like someone who makes love to women.

You, on the other hand, want to ride with him to the sunset on the back of a Harley, clutch his jacket as he drives you to some bizarre highway motel. You want to watch him drink that scotch from your navel.

You'd do all kinds of crazy shit with him, keep his head between your legs with both hands, grind all over that mustache, and see how wet it gets. You want him to pound you with those narrow hips, take you from behind while you look back with parted, swollen lips and relish the sight of what must be a grown man's hardened body, covered with hair and scars and–

"The bug's still there."

You return to reality, look at the code on your screen, and then at your colleague, a 20-something bloke who looks at you with the lethargic stare that only belongs to techies. You've just been caught daydreaming your eyes off in the middle of a lazy afternoon. Coffee doesn't do shit after 2 PM…

"Yeah I know. I'm working on it," you say. But when the dude leaves, you decide it's time for a creative break. You tell yourself it's only because the code jumps on the screen, not because you hope to catch a certain someone smoking outside.

The leather jacket is a little too much these days, but you throw it on out of pure habit. You realize the weight of your mistake when you go outside from the ventilated building and notice the sweltering heat. Spring has finally turned into summer.

Coffee doesn’t do shit, but it’s time for another kind of wakey-wakey. And butterflies are a funny term for something that mainly feels like it’s eating your insides out of pure excitement.

Because he's here too.

Jonathan Price, although no one calls him Jonathan. Few call him John, either.

Mostly, he goes by the title Captain.

He's stressed; you can tell. But his eyes soften immediately when they fall on you, a brief look to the side, just to know who else comes out to have a breath of fresh air or a smoke. He looks like he's been expecting you, but that might only be a silly girl's daydream. You two share a vice, and you've never been more grateful for your bad habit before this place and him.

And you wouldn't call it necessarily a bad habit. It's simply stress relief if you do it once or twice every few weeks. It's not like you smoke two packs a day. It's not like you even smoke one cig per day.

Although ever since you started this odd little job in this odd little place, you've smoked one or two nearly every day… And it's not because of the stress.

It's because of Price.

John. You’d like to see his reaction to you moaning that word in his ear…

"How long have you been here?"

His eyes are still on you, mouth covered by a hand as he makes love to his cigar. And that bedroom voice always gets you. It's better than the upcoming slow drag of nicotine. You're not here for tobacco at all.

"Two weeks." You reach for your excuse and try to prevent your hands from trembling as you light the cig. Usually, you're not this shy with people. Not with men, anyway. But with him, your wits and words disappear.

You blow the smoke through the air with a quick, lively wisp where he lets it roll out his tongue in a heavy cloud. He's still watching you as if to weigh what kind of woman you are exactly.

"How about you?" You continue the small talk with nervous ease.

He chuckles; the little smile even shows a flash of teeth as he steals a look at the clouds, calculating years with those surprisingly lively eyebrows curled up toward the sky.

"Ages."

He's not that old. Perhaps well over his thirties, might be knocking his forties. The statement is merely an underline of his stress today. You can only wonder what kind of pressure the captain of Task Force 141 is under when you get sleepless nights from a stupid source code. There are a few wrinkles around his eyes, but they only tell you that this man smiles a lot. He might be the only one in this compound who smiles a lot.

"Have you ever tried a cigar?"

There's a glint in his eyes as he offers the thick roll of tobacco to you. It's suddenly difficult to breathe, difficult to even keep your thoughts together.

"No," you shake your head as if your answer wasn't enough to tell him he's the first person ever to offer you such a thing. Then you realize the word does not precisely deliver your eagerness to try that stout cigar.

"Would love to," you hurry to add with a soft smile. "Can I have a taste?"

He walks to you slowly, and your eyes drop to those hips, which sway like he's purposely trying to seduce you.

Fu–ck…

Then your eyes sink even lower, between his legs, to his fucking junk, and it's too fucking late–

Jesus–get your shit together…

You force your eyes back to his and see the little glimmer in them gain a surprised spark – you're totally caught red-handed on checking him out.

Fuck. How can you be so stu–

"Gently then, kid."

You swallow your heart and thoughts down and take the offered cigar; of course, your first thought is how thick and heavy it is. And somehow, you decide right then and there that you will no longer be the nervous, hot-cheeked woman on the corner.

It's time to make him flustered.

So you take a hollow-cheeked, slow suck on the fat cigar. A chaste, savory taste, more like, but there's nothing chaste in the way you raise your eyes to his, putting every ounce of soft seduction in that stare.

He draws breath slowly – his face is full of expression for an allegedly cold-hearted elite soldier. You don't know how often women flirt with this hunk of a man, but he sure looks taken aback by your sudden play. Probably thinks you're too young for him – and you curse the second time you put that jacket on. You want to see his reaction to your sleeves.

"Mm. It's thicker than I thought," you weigh the cigar between your fingertips and let the smoke roll out your mouth. The man switches his weight from one foot to another, speechless, and you suppress a big beam of a smile.

"The taste," you emphasize as if innocent, as if you didn't see that shocked little shift. "Round, and… god, it's almost sweet."

You smile as you give it back, and he chuffs an approving laugh through his nose – those eyes are bear-warm playful now, his mouth curves into an easy smile.

"Nice," you look him up and down as if you're talking about the man and not the cigar.

"Beats those little sticks."

His voice drops down a few notes; it's almost a husky growl. You barely make out the words he's saying. The tension in the air could form little balls of lightning around you, the flirt is over the roof, and there's even no roof because you're outside – and you take your jacket off, slowly, to make it clear it's summer and not spring.

His eyes fall on the ink immediately, and he blinks a few times, draws some more breath – you tweet your thanks accompanied by another smile and go back inside.

You know he's checking your ass in those black jeans as you walk away.

….....

It doesn't end there.

You see him again and again and again, and at some point you realize he has to walk almost 100 meters from the other end of the base to get to the little corner where the two of you smoke.

He's intrigued but decent. Holds a distance, never says anything that could be taken in the wrong way – or even in the right way. But he's fucking you with his eyes.

No… making love to you.

And it drives you crazy.

You don't want that. You don't need that. To be that little wife in the cabin. Pouring him a drink, climbing in his lap, ghosting a finger down the stubble on his chin, see how wide and proud it makes him smile to hold you like you're his and his alone...

God. When did it come to this?

You suck on his fat cigar every now and then. Look him in the eyes while you do it. Once, it makes his tongue dart out, it wets his bottom lip, and then he does that thing with his mouth... the thing where he kind of purses his lips and it makes the mustache dip, and you realize, you learn it's a sign that he's restless, he's flustered.

You make the big, burly captain of Task Force 141 flustered.

And he doesn't smell like the people inside smell. Of stale coder sweat and Joy Division and soft drinks and mommy's home-cooked meals. He smells of rich forest and fine bourbon and half-burnt gasoline. Maybe Saxon on vinyl. Definitely beats those little sticks that are your nerdy co-workers at the hacker department, as you call it.

He may have a flask somewhere; perhaps he takes a sip or two every now and then, whether at work or not. And you don't blame him. Even with those laugh lines and that brown bear benevolence, you can tell he's seen things.

You wonder what he's like out there in the field. Brutal? Or just efficient?

He never asks about your tattoos, but he eyes them often. There's a certain admiring esteem in his stare. He's checking you out, scratches his chin, and rips his eyes off when they start to drift down. He forces his eyes to stay above your neckline no matter the cost. You mourn that you got rid of the septum a few years ago: you're pretty sure he would've liked that, too. After all, it's a piercing that screams 'warrior' the most. Break after break, you return to your desk, aroused and giddy and surrounded by the rich, masculine aroma of his cigar.

One night, he drives by when you're walking home after what was supposed to be one or two pints.

The car is a big, black pick-up, and when it slows down and starts to inch by your side, your first reaction is a silent curse of why the fuck don't you carry some pepper spray in your pocket.

"Hey, you ok?"

Your head rises from the asphalt the second you recognize that smooth, pleasant voice of a man you had compared every guy to at the pub that evening. The whole man is brimming with burnt sienna, he's hard alcohol with no ice…

You stop and turn, a little wobbly from the pint turned to two or three. Or four.

"Yeah. Had a little girl's night out."

The car rumbles softly, not two meters away, and the sound reminds you of his voice. A soft purr that can turn into a growl, even a roar if he wants to.

He looks like he's going fishing, even without the boonie hat. The dark hair is cut short, so you won't have anything to tug if he ever ends up between your legs. But you don't really mourn that fact, because he looks so damn good.

He looks you up and down, and you notice the briefest blob of his Adam's apple before he gives you another offer.

"Want me to give you a ride?"

Would love a ride.

Would fucking love to ride you.

"Sure. That's kind of you."

Your eyes must be sparkling like the fucking stars.

"No problem at all," he leans his elbow on the open window and waits while you round the car and get in. You try to tone down your drunken state, but your moves are a little too brash for a calm and collected coder lady this man has usually caught leaning against the wall of the workplace you two share.

"Did you have fun?"

He sounds like a dad picking up his girl from a school disco, and you purse your lips in slight distaste and amusement.

"Yeah. You know how it is when someone asks you for a pint."

He gives a short laugh and starts to drive. "That never ends well."

You smile and turn to look at him.

"Mm… This one kinda did."

You enjoy the brief look out the window, the sight of someone so formidable and robust and experienced trying to find his way out by feigning something caught his attention in the black, empty distance of a quiet city.

"Glad I could be of service," he brushes off your flirt like it's nothing more than a speckle of dust on his coat.

The rest of the ride is silent, too silent. He turns the music off in case it "bothers you," and it turns into an awkward, overly polite fight about whether to keep it on or not.

It's a minor shock to notice he was listening to some classical. Not 80's rock, not country, not even BBC. He was just soothing his nerves.

You can't put your finger on what makes you feel so sheepish around this man – usually, you put men on a leash with a few dry jokes and a hearty laugh or two. Now, your flirting is shy and does nothing: there's a wall built up, and from behind that wall, only a few stolen looks…

The pick-up is humming, the engine is running at idle next to your place far too soon, and it's time you get off the car – but you have vehemently decided you will knock down that fucking wall even if you have to drag him to your bed.

"You wanna come up and have a nightcap?"

Another look out the window as he raises his hand over his mouth, fiddles with his mustache, and avoids the rising heat between you two.

"Thanks, kid. But you need to sleep."

Your heart is pumping, and you feel like a harasser as you place your hand on his thigh.

He doesn't move, but you can hear the audible swallow this time. He doesn't move a single finger even when you slide your palm down that leg, then drag it over to the inner thigh, and start to drift back up slowly, slowly, to give him the time and space to stop you before you reach….

….the visible bulge between those legs, the absolutely gorgeous, ample bump pulling at those pants, something so delicious that you must fight tooth and nail not to race your hand up there and give it a fond grope.

His hand falls over yours just before you reach it.

"Kid. Let's leave it here and call it a night."

His voice is strained and tight, and he's still looking out the window. You don't move your hand away because he doesn't move it away. His warmth stays there, keeping you against him, and you feel like shit for thinking it's not a no… That it's a yes when he seems to hold your hand as a prisoner, wanting to feel your dainty little palm against him.

Your fingers curl slightly, a hopeful gesture to imagine how it would feel to curl and claw at his hips and that ass while he's fucking you.

"Listen. You're a nice girl. A very nice–"

You give a heavy, demonstrative sigh and finally draw your hand away.

"Come on Cap… You're seriously going to give me the "you're a nice girl" talk?"

Finally, he turns. His nostrils quiver as he tries to keep his breaths calm. Your lips part like it's a whole caress he just gave you – and his gaze drops to your mouth instantly. You start to see where the problem is.

You're too young.

You're forbidden.

"I offered you a nightcap," you tilt your head slightly. "You can come up or you can go home."

You wet your lips, give the bottom lip a tiny little bite, and offer him the last, inviting, soft smile. It must hold an equal amount of sorrow because you can't drown the bitter feeling of rejection, no matter how many drinks you've had that night. No matter how much he seems to want you, it doesn't change the fact that he's apparently decided to stay strong and keep his hands off the cookie jar.

You turn and get out of the car, lean on the door for the final fucking time...

"Didn't know I'd only get to suck your cigar... You're all smoke and no fire, Price."

The door flies closed with a louder slam than you originally meant.

Now that was a little bit passive-aggressive, you have to admit. But you're drunk, and he's being a pain in the ass, calling you a kid, looking at you like that, having a fucking hard-on and giving you nothing.

…But it does the trick.

You smile like an idiot when you walk to your place and hear the purr of the engine stop. Another car door opens, then closes, wide footsteps follow you…

A nightcap it is, then.

He looks even bigger when inside a place with walls and a roof. He stands inside your apartment tall and wide as if he's waiting to call attention. Those large hands are over his crotch, concealing the swell of erection you already saw in the car.

You know the tank top you wear reveals even more skin covered in tats as you throw your jacket away and go get him that drink. The glasses glide on your table, slide nearly to the floor, and the bottle of Jim Beam meets the counter with a devastating clank. You look at the excuse to get him into your place and sigh.

"You know what… Fuck this."

Offering cheap bourbon to someone like him seems a bit ridiculous. So you offer him something he might actually like. Something he actually came here for.

You walk to him and throw your hands around him – he stiffens from the middle but looks down at you with a heated glimmer in those eyes. You could've sworn they were charred brown, the same color as his cigar, but up close you see they're actually molten iron. Mercurial.

"You sure about this?" He asks softly.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

He unclasps those hands from over his groin, and the warmest weight falls to rest on your waist, even steals a caress to your hip. You want to hurl yourself at him, press yourself against his crotch and grind until you bleed from just that tiny touch he finally gives you.

"You've had one too many, love."

Love…

Shit.

The warmth spreads from his eyes, from that hand, from the word that rolls out of his mouth like a beautiful puff of smoke. It unfurls inside your heart, swells inside your throat, plummets to your groin, and you switch the weight to your other leg to feel how that hand gains more weight as it gets pressed more firmly against you.

"Doesn't change the fact that I want you."

Your voice is nothing short of a purr. When have you ever purred like that to a man? You sound like a housecat, tame and adoring, waiting for a gourmet meal.

"You really want an old man?"

He still has that reserve in his eyes, decent and distant, but underneath, you sense a terrible heat, like the glow of a cigar lit in darkness, an adamant smolder that never dies out.

"You're not that old."

Your purr turns into a deprived meow. You dangle from his neck, and the smoke, the fire that surrounds him, blends into the gentle scent of a man, the musk of a mature beast. You know he's hairy under those clothes; he fucking has to be. The vision of how his cock must look, surrounded by untame, coarse fur, has tormented you night after night.

And now he's finally here. In your apartment.

You skate your hands over his chest while slowly dropping into a squat, then languidly kneeling in front of his crotch.

He doesn't stop you, not even when you open his belt and the zipper and crawl your fingers down the waistband of his underwear. You have to stifle a delighted gasp upon seeing how his cock springs free and stands proud in front of you in all its glory. And fuck yes he's hairy – the hairiest man you've ever had.

Cigars feel like tiny little sticks when you wrap one hand around him and lick the weeping slit like it's your favorite ice cream. The groan that follows is a husky eruption above you and gets stuck in his throat as you take him in your mouth.

"Fucking hell, kid…"

He's thick, broad, and the musk fills your nostrils, but what he just said makes you pull back and whisper on the bulbous tip–

"Don't call me a kid," you breathe on his cock, swirl your tongue around him, and his thighs bunch. "Old man."

You finally manage to push some buttons.

The back of his hand brushes your cheek, then slides over to your throat. He's gentle but firm as he forces a thumb under your chin, curls fingers around your neck as if you're a cat who's about to be force-fed some medicine that's only good for her.

"Is that how you wanna play it?"

His thumb brushes down the ridge of your throat. Tentative, promising.

"Perhaps," your lips quiver with anticipation as you smile; your voice is a pitched vibrato before it drops, just to give him a reason to put you in your place... "Old gum–"

The hand pulls up, the grip tightens just enough to guide you back to your feet and up to meet his face.

"Didn't know you asked me here to tame a brat."

Fuck…

You almost moan.

The hand doesn't choke you; it makes love to you. Claims you as his.

"Really…?" You sigh. Flash him a filthy, guiltless smile.

The fire surges forth and nearly buckles your knees. His eyes flash in rhythm with your grin, like a sudden flicker of a campfire in the middle of a dark, parched forest.

"This what you want? Hmm?"

The rumble reminds you of the engine of a Harley roaring to life. His throat is burned from the fire of his cigars, the hand on your throat is used to squeezing dead metal and pulling pins from frigid grenades. But even they can't stand a chance against his woodland fire and sycamore smoke. He could bring a cold, inanimate rock back to life with all that fire.

"Yes. I want it. John."

His name on your tongue is a cat's meow. It has the exact effect you hoped for.

"Let's get the brat tamed, then."

"Hah," you finally moan. "Promises, prom–"

The fingers around your throat pull you to his mouth with a python strength. His lips spread yours with soft devouring as he coats you in fire. The coarse beard smells of sweet tobacco – nothing like a pungent cigarette. It's like an old memory: safe and sturdy and strong. Male.

You moan in his mouth – god, what will it be like when he's inside you? – and he capes both arms around you and crushes you against him. Broad shoulders envelop you like a shroud of thick smoke, the cock gets trapped between you like a hot spear, and you mewl like a slut.

Your pussy clenches, just from his warm mouth, the rich velvet of his lips. He takes everything with that kiss, and you're weak in his arms as he bends and molds you against him just the way he wants, opens your mouth with his own and breathes you, samples you like those puffs of smoke he sucks from his cigar.

Your brain short-circuits, you barely notice how your top slides up as his hands go under it. It's dragged up, up, over your breasts and then over your head as he detaches just enough to rip that piece of clothing away.

You look at him like he's Christmas, then reach for your bra while he opens his pants more to get them down. Your jeans are accursedly tight, and he's breathless, too: the whole room is dark and filled with heavy breathing and rustle of clothes as you claw your socks off, slide your strings down and away, watch him get out of his shirt and throw it on the floor too, all propriety gone.

And then…

Jesusfuck–

He picks you up, lifts you from the ground like you're nothing but a leaf, and strides with you in his lap until your back meets a wall.

The barrel-like chest presses the air out of your lungs while your back travels up – you don't know if his arms or chest do the lifting, but you're being positioned for his cock to enter. Your hands try to grasp something solid before it's too late – his back and neck – your legs wrap around him, feet hooking over his ass as the thick of his tip pokes your soaked folds, and after a few seconds of probing, slides in.

"F–uck…" you gasp, sounding so needy that it could be a voiceline from a bad porno movie. His lips find the place between your ear and neck immediately.

"Be good for me now," he gruffs, dark and round like the sweetest bourbon, although you know he's the finest single malt in the world. "Be good…"

"Ah–John…"

I'll be good…

Just for you, I'll be so, so good.

He pants heavy on your neck, grunts as he starts to fuck you against that wall. You knew he might be intense, but apparently, you had no idea. The man is needy as fuck, and has concealed it up until this point.

You could cry, scream from joy from the thickness that spreads you, fills you with every fat glide of a thrust. The sex borders on rough but is so incredibly tender too, so needy it makes your heart collapse, compress into a taut knot in your chest. It's the softest rocking, the gentlest fucking as he retreats, then ruts into you again and again with sharp, rusty moans. You're in a slow but steady rodeo with this man, your breasts pressed against a solid chest covered with hair, and it tickles, even if his pecs threaten to crush your ribcage.

"You're one hell of a girl," he gruffs in your ear, beard grazing up and down your neck. "Taking me so– Fucking hell, look at you…"

His eyes are embers as they sweep over you: your abundant ink, the helpless, adoring look in your eyes, the little mouth that opens with a gasp, the trickle of sweat that forms between your breasts and meets the hair on his chest.

He doesn't have to look down to see how greedy your cunt is for him. He can feel it.

"This is what you wanted the whole time? Huh?"

He's all smoke. All fire.

"Yes…"

"Wanted me to take you against a fucking wall? Eh?"

"Yes…just, just take me," you moan and purr some more, giving him everything he wants. "Fuh–fuck me good…"

"Ahh shit..."

You know you're a drug to certain decent men. But to him, you're a forbidden fruit in all its aspects.

A calm, collected captain who enjoys wide respect, eyeing an edgy, younger woman from the tech department? That's not how this was supposed to go. Thirsting for someone who did what they wanted, looked just the way they wanted, walked this earth like a dark fairy – that's not his usual go, surely. He was supposed to settle down with a proper lady. If he were to settle down at all.

"I've dreamed of this," you whisper in his ear, lips moving just enough to deliver your secret to him.

"Yeah..? Me too," he gives your throat more love with a velvet growl. "Know I shouldn't, but–"

"Shh. Don't–don't…" You grip him tighter, taste the spruce and salt as you breathe his neck. "It's good. It's all good."

He rumbles in approval. Your skin is raw from his beard; even the coarse hair dusting his thighs feels too rough on your skin. And your skin is used to being needled, shot full of ink right inside the dermis. But this… This is branding.

You're silk in his rough embrace, and plundered with no remorse. You sigh and moan, hug him... And then he dares to stop, panting and throbbing inside you.

"Darlin'. Where's the bed?"

The soft question makes you panic. If you go to bed and let him push inside you while you're lying on your back, if you brave a look into those eyes while he takes you, you'll develop more than just a horrid lust for this man. If he collapses on top of you, spent and spoiled while you're at your most vulnerable, you'll tie a string from your heart to his, and you can't, you just can't allow that to happen.

Because he's untamed too. He's not a man who settles down, he's not up for domestication; he's a wandering fire.

"No–no bed," you pant on his muscles, the shoulder that keeps you safely pinned on the wall. "John…? Please."

He's breathing wild too, disguises his surprise well.

"Alright."

He sounds disappointed, and it's not because he doesn't have the strength to maul you against that wall. The rejection stings him too. It makes you want to offer a truce, a little something. When he rocks you again, you graze your fingers up the back of his neck, knowing he will feel ripples across his scalp from your caress.

"We can smoke a cigar after," you propose, not knowing why your voice still comes out as an airy whisper. "Together. I'll pour you that drink…"

His chest swells with a deep breath, he huffs fire on the hollow trench between your collarbones.

"Fuck, woman…"

It's dense syrup that surrounds you much like those shoulders and arms, that coarse hair, that bold male want.

"And after that I want you to…" You catch your breath and sound like a mouse with your next shy question. "Would you go down on me, John?"

It's like you're under a bear attack, but he stills; his head tilts a little to the side and meets your temple.

"You wouldn't tease a man like this," he says. A soft warning, brimstone coated in velour, but the core of it is despair. So much need, so much forbidden, distant want…

"Right? No more teasing."

He's still thinking that you're teasing him… That it's some kind of a joke that you want him.

"I'm serious... I want your mouth on me. I need your–"

"I'll put my mouth on you as soon as we're done here, love."

You have to bite your lips, suck them between your teeth to prevent another deprived moan from escaping.

"Want you to fuck me all night," you continue to whisper on his neck. You should shut the fuck up because it doesn't take a bed to tie that string from your heart to his. After all, they're right there, beating against each other through bone and skin and chest.

"Yeah? That's what you want?"

"Want you to… F-fuck me slow and good from behind and–"

You sniff. Whimper.

You should be ashamed: mewling for more when he's already buried inside you. What kind of a brat are you, wrapping your thighs around that narrow waist like you never want him to pull out?

And you're not crying.

It's just that the cock inside you is throbbing against your walls as if he's making a home there, his hands dig into your ass cheeks like you're his already, the breath upon your sweat and skin feels far too affectionate. When exactly did a raw wall-fuck turn into such an affectionate, gentle taste of love?

And it's not enough. You want to climb on top of him every morning, ride him slowly and watch him unravel as the sun climbs the sky and coats that fur in gold.

"Could you do that? Please… John, please," you whimper and whine, beg like you're tame already.

"I'll fuck you all night if that's what you want. Fill this pretty, tight cunt up every way you like."

It's coarse smoke. It caresses you until your legs start to shake. He adjusts his grip, drags the pull-outs like he drags those pulls from his tobacco. Keeps you nicely in place for him to drive back in–

"I'll fuck you 'till you cry, love. Yeah?"

He punctuates that promise with another good, fat thrust. You moan all tame now – a rippling stream, laughing and crying in his molten hold.

His cock fills you while your thighs quiver and tremble in his hands. Your pussy throbs; it sucks him already, the orgasm is seconds away, and your fingertips search for support but only slip over sweaty, hard muscle.

John. John.

"Fuh-…"

He spreads you a little. Those arms are pure iron as they mold you for him to plow. You know he can feel the waves, the way your cunt grips him with longer, deeper pulls as you start to sound downright pathetic.

"Just like that, just like… hah…"

"M-hm. Yeah," he bends the vowels, daubs them with smoke. "That's it. You're doing good. Doing so well my love."

He huffs between the thrusts that have turned into slow, intense love-making. He's making love to you – god, why does he have to be like this…

"Cum for me. Nice and pretty, yeah? Come on."

He encourages you with words, but you can't hear them anymore.

Heat coils in the pit of your core just before you burst with a heady scream.

The spasm is so sudden you almost hit your head on the wall. He's at your throat the minute it's exposed, and your scream turns into a weak wail when his tongue grazes your skin. It's blazing, and dips into the hollow between your collarbones like it's a shot glass full of scotch. Next thing you feel is fire, even some teeth on your neck.

And you thought Price might, just might be intense…

Your head drops as the blunt of the orgasm leaves you. Your feet unclasp, and next up would be some soft waves, but the man continues to fuck your shattered cunt and marshmallow soul with a good, intense pace. The words that pour out of your mouth are those of a brainless person.

"Ah–hah, God–"

"Where's that cheek now, mm..? Pretty little thing."

"John–h…"

The thrusts rub you against that wall like he wants to staple you there.

"So nice and good for me now, ain't ya? Cummin' on command…" An amused chuff right on your poor, chafed skin… "Begging for my mouth and cock."

You travel up and down in a limp heap, trying to hold on to him with weak limbs as he drives into you with a tight series of half-thrusts. Your legs hang loosely on the side, but he has no trouble carrying the full weight of you.

"Slow–slowly, Cap…"

"Ahh fuck–"

He swears on your ink, right on the trotting pulse on your neck. Through the vapor of man sweat and rich smoke and a whiff of cedar trees bending in the wind, you feel him tense and thicken.

"The fucking things you do to me…" he pants with a low growl, hushed but intense. Your pussy answers with a good, demanding pull.

"Fuck… fuck–!"

You're a limp doll between him and the wall when he comes. Pressed between a rock and a hard place, literally. His chest being the rock, an entire boulder that whips the oxygen from your lungs as he drives deep, his balls giving a few taut pulls against your ass as he empties himself into you with a satisfied, dry moan. A dark, ripe blossom, shooting straight to your core while you're sealed tight around him.

The world goes still after that; the only thing that moves is your breath and his, a refreshing hot breeze coursing through the stale air. The darkness of the room isn't half as snug as the safety of his arms.

Your fingers find his neck, the short-cut hair and the skin pounding with a rush of blood. He lets you go reluctantly, bends a little to set your feet back to the solid ground. He doesn't pull out, keeps huffing all over you even when you're returned back to the earth.

And you never want to come back. Your cunt still throbs around him and cries a tiny, thick stream down your thigh. His upper body still pins you against that wall, his breaths still mist your skin, caress the red burns of his beard.

He feels so good. Too good…

When he pulls out, he does so with intense care. He gives you some space to catch your breath, and you finally notice he has fucked your legs into splinters.

"I'm…" You break the hush of heavy breathing with a soft laugh. More viscous load pushes out of you with it. "I don't think I can stand."

"Yeah? Tried to take you to bed," he muses softly, sounding annoyingly content with his achievements.

"Gotta admit it was a good idea."

"As was the nightcap," he rasps, voice drenched in soft smoke.

"We'll get there eventually."

"I have no doubt about that."

You give him a soft, warm chuckle as you cast your eyes between the crest of his pecs. Rough, tight muscle meets your soft breasts with heaving breaths, and teases your nipples to taut little points. The wet hair on his chest looks good paired with your inked, smooth skin… You two look so goddamn fine together.

"I hope I didn't make you deaf with that scream."

He stands at his full height, but tilts his head down and slightly to the side as if you were a new, interesting species he's just found on his travels.

"Wouldn't complain, love," he says. More wet syrup, just for you. He weighs you with his stare, curious and appeased, and you feel shy. For fuck's sake, you still feel shy even though this man was inside you just a moment ago.

"The bed. Now be a good girl and tell me where it is."

"Down the…hallway."

A delicate little whisper, again.

It's laughable, how the veteran of Task Force 141 turns you into something so dainty and meek. Captain John Price takes you against a wall like you're nothing but a doll, makes you purr and beg, reassembles you into a weak-willed woman who gets carried to bed.

This is not how it was supposed to go...

He lifts you back in his lap while you continue to hold onto him like he's your prince Charming. A laugh spills on your lips when he tries to lay you gently on the bed and you manage to pull him down with you. You end up tumbling there in a sweaty, messy heap.

"Knew you were trouble," he's smiling too as he settles beside you. You curl and wrap yourself around him, your bodies mold and curve together like they're made for each other.

He's so solid, so warm, the kind of man you'd love to fall asleep on every night. No more cold sides of the pillow, no more tossing and turning and trying to get the code out of your head. Just… this chest, those ember eyes burning in the night. Some soft breathing, a roaring engine standing still, waiting for you, just for you…

"I hope this wasn't a one time only occasion," you test the waters.

"No." He shifts a little, disentangles from you slightly. "Unless you–"

"No."

You bend in his arms like a young willow, cut his doubts off with a kiss. It's passionate, and so sloppy it threatens to make the same sounds as your cunt and his cock a while ago.

The hand on your hip tows you closer, then steals its way down your leg. You hike your thigh up, perfectly willing. You're a sticky mess, but so is he: his rock-hard thigh meets your still soaked pussy like these two have always belonged together. And this man's full fire has escaped you until now. There are so many hidden, wild things in him too.

He would look so good on a Harley… He would look good on a motel bed after riding for days and days with you attached to him like an eloped dark bride. The nights would be smeared with hot sex and cinder and smoke, a dash of scotch on top, he could drink it from your lips. You would serve it to him from your mouth, round the taste a bit so that it wouldn't burn so much…

"Have you ever been to Alaska?"

The liquor is leaving you, but you don't feel any more sober. The lava in your veins has only been replaced by another kind of fire.

"No."

"Would you like to go?"

"What'ya mean," he murmurs on your tongue, and you know he's hard again just from the thick lust coating his voice. "What kind of question is that?"

"I was just thinking."

"What were you thinkin', kid..?"

"Don't… call me that," you laugh. In truth, you're growing quite fond of it. It reminds you of old movies. "Here's looking at you, kid" and all that.

His laugh is a charred roll in his chest. To him, you're a brat – an unruly kitten – no matter what you say.

"Kid. Why Alaska?"

He's curious. Borderline hooked. You steal a peek into those vulcan eyes.

"You'd look good in Alaska. Old man."

"Really," he rumbles a soft purr against your heart.

Another soft kiss follows. Affectionate… He plays time, but he's also a probing, scanning. You bloom in his embrace, unfurl on his lips like he just wrenched you wide. He could haul you to the cabin right now and you would only cook him dinner.

It's too late, even if you try to shift after such a kiss. Escape to press your cheek against that place between his pecs, the spot where the hair is darkest and thickest. You want to lick that valley where his heart meets his musk. That scent must be born from a good, stout heart.

"Would you take me with you…? If you ever decide to go."

It's a fragile question. A baring of the heart. It holds so much more than an inquiry about whether he would whisk you away on a secret leave. It's strings, pulling from your heart to his, taking root.

"Sure. But you're quite a handful, love."

"Is that so…?"

You crawl over him as gracefully as you can. He allows you to straddle him, and of course he does. You're no threat; you're only a one woman show. The only thing he's probably missing right now is a glass of scotch and a thick roll of tobacco.

He takes in the view with hunger: not satiated by that pent-up fuck, just like you're not...

But then his hands come to rest on your thighs to check if they're still shaking. The touch bleeds possessiveness: it's a thoroughly absent-minded, instinctual attempt to reach for you. It tells you you're exactly where you belong.

"You seem like the kind of woman who's not for the faint of heart," he says like you didn't just mewl in his arms like the tamest fucking housecat.

And perhaps that's what intrigues him. Contrasts. And even more than that, the odd place where black fuses into white, the gray area where everything is possible. The split-second moment when the skin accepts the ink and traps it in.

Everyone always says you get buried with your tattoos. That you should think twice before staining your skin with such permanent hookups.

But the thing is, you get addicted to it. It's like standing on the edge of a cliff before a bungee jump. You know you'll never be the same person after you jump, and you know you can't leave that cliff without jumping. It's a stalemate until you clear your mind of doubt and just plunge.

And you don't want to leave this earth without getting stained and sweaty, without dipping your soul into the full experience. You're supposed to get a little dirty. This is Earth, after all.

Your fingers disappear somewhere in his slick fur. Sunrise is hours away, but his eyes spark aflame. They're always, always smoldering like the butt of his cigar. He's a man who causes wildfires at the end of the world – he's a reckoning, a flicker in the dark forest, roaring into a bonfire as soon as the wind passes through the trees.

And you've always loved fire. Wild, and free. The only thing that competes with such freedom is a wide, wild stream.

"But you can handle me. Right?" Your fingers curl softly around the hair surrounding his navel. "Tame me and everything?"

It's an offering that causes even fire to tilt its head in curiosity. In the end, you're not sure who tamed who.

"Someone has to," he grabs your hips with rich promise.

You'll pour him that drink. Light him a cigar after his mouth is full of your taste, see how well it pairs with fire and smoke. You'll toast to the Harley, the crazy motel…

And Alaska.

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random-thoughts4u · 2 years ago

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Headcanons about how Hizashi Yamada (BNHA), Shota Aizawa (BNHA), and Toshinori Yagi (BNHA) would confess to gn reader?

♡CONFESSIONS?! FROM HEROS! How Lucky!♡

♡Gn!Reader♡

I hope I am able to properly write them for you Anon! Thank you for the request! I'm basic me fashion, I will be adding how you met as well! Also I'm not sure if you wanted AllMight or smallmight so I went with both!

🎤Hizashi Yamada🎤

The first day you met him was one that changed your life forever. You were absolutely bombarded by paparazzi, showering you with flashes from their cameras. The only thing with the same fame as heros, are famous artists.

YOU were the top hot artist of the week once again, making this your second month in the number one spot. It came with the hearts of many fans, including someone you were also a fan of.

As you waved off the fanatics with a friendly smile, you entered the arenas V.I.P. area. That's when you saw him standing their.

A huge grin stained his face as his hands balled excitedly at his sides, playfully shaking in excitement. Pro her Present Mic!

His normal tall standing hair laid flat against his back as he adorned his favorite pair of golden hued glasses.

You felt your heart skip a beat as you find yourself being starstruck.

Unable to stop your movements, you let your mouth drop as you quickly shuffled over to him.

"PRE-PRESENT MIC?!" Was all you stuttered out as he reached his hand to you, offering a polite shake as greetings.

"That's the name baby, wear it out if you can!"You shook his hand firmly as he snapped a finger gun in your direction. Something about him in person shone so much brighter to you than when you had caught him on TV.

"I gotta ask, would you be free to do a duet with me sometime? Your pipes are TO DIE FOR!" He posed dramatically at that last part before getting on one knee, keeping his hand on yours.

A light blush covered your cheeks as you accepted.

Months had passed, and you found yourself spending more and more time with him. He'd always show up at your studio with random gifts. He'd shower you in bad pick-up lines.

"Damn baby, you've gotta be a battery because you are ELECTRIC!"

"A pro baker must have designed that cake you carry." You chuckled as he tossed his hands in the air, wiggling his fingers.

His pickup lines were always so fun. They always had a way of making you blush.

One night, you heard a knock on your door. Knowing all too well who it was, you adjust your outfit, smoothing out every wrinkle before swinging open the door.

There, he stood with a large box of chocolates in one hand and a trembling bouquet in the other.

His smile was tense, and he had a sweat beading along his brow. It was odd seeing him so nervous since he was always so confident.

"Look, (Y/N), I know we've only been friends for a short time now, but being with you just sets my soul ablaze. You make the song in my heart stronger each time you smile. You picking up what I'm putting down?"

With that, you move aside, letting him in much to his confusion. That was until you placed a gentle kiss to his now crimson red cheek.

That was the start of a beautiful relationship.

💤Shoto Aizawa💤

■ It had been another long and tiring day at the office. Manely due to the negligence of your coworkers leaving early when they still had a mountain of work left to do. That was soon pushed on you by the boss.

■ It was close to midnight by the time you were able to leave the office. No surprise there. The rain peppered down lightly around you, misting along your coat. That's when your eye caught a small light inside of a convenient store.

■ The grumble of your stomach ached and pleaded for you to get something for the walk home, just to relieve its pain. You did just that.

■ As you walked into the store, you reached into your pocket to retrieve your card, making your way over to the coffee pot you knew would be waiting for you, as you'd been here many times.

■ Just as you stepped into the aisle, a large figure harshly bumped into you, causing your paperwork to splash from your arms, colliding with the mud caked floor tiles.

■ "Tch..sorry about that.." A gruff voice mentioned from above you as you leaned down to grab the papers. You were more enamored by the papers than the man beside you. Until you saw a scared hand reaching down to retrieve a few of the scattered sheets.

■ Your eyes looked towards the figure, following the arm up to find a rather handsome, tired face, looking at the work you'd done.

■ "You study the heroes in the area? This is impressive work on us." The word 'us' wrang out to you, and within seconds, it clicked. You were staring down a pro hero and teacher and UA. Eraserhead.

■ "No, please, it's my fault, I was so busy fumbling to find my card. I didn't watch where I was going...If I may?" You held a hand out to him, watching as he handed back your work.

■ "The information on the second page is wrong. About Mount Lady." He remained by your side but glanced off in another direction before sipping the coffee that had somehow ended rlup in his grasp.

■ You raised a brow at him before the coffee pot pinged for the next available customer to be serviced. "Would you be willing to share some advice?" Was all you got out before you started pouring your own cup.

■ "Just because I'm a teacher doesn't mean I'm available to teach everyone... but since I messed up your work, I guess I can help." Woth that he slips you a small paper and heads out of the door.

■You peered down at the note, spotting his number and enough cash to cover your coffee. A light blush consumed your face as you made your way to the checkout counter.

■ A year had come and gone, as did him coming by each Friday. Seeing the pro hero had become a regular thing. It was long before you felt the magnetic pull towards him. You knew you'd be in trouble if he caught wind of your feelings. So you bottled them up.

■ Friday night had once again started, and there you sat staring at the clock. A familiar voice sounded behind the door before he entered your living room with a spare set of keys you'd given him. Once you were focused on work, you tended to space out and left him standing there for an hour before. The phone was on silent so you didn't receive his calls.

■ Aizawa made his way over to your desk, sitting a small coffee on the table before he took his usual spot beside you. His body sunk into the comfy armchair as he watched your pencil dance along the paper.

■ His eyes focused on yours, paying extra attention to the way your brows knit together in concentration as you worked. You Doon noticed his stare.

■ "You're not one to stare. Something on your mind?" You asked him lightly. Without skipping a beat, he was standing beside you, Lightly placing a hand along your shoulder.

■ "I'm not sure what you do to me." His voice came out soft, almost scared. If you didn't pay much attention, you'd have missed the fear behind his tone.

■ "You're on my mind. All the time. I don't even know what it is about you." Pink dusted along your cheeks as your pen clattered against the desk. Your eyes were now on his. Awestruck and locked on his expression.

■ "May I?" Was all he asked as he gentle cups your face. His thumb traced the base of your jawline as he leaned in. You nod in response.

■Letting yourself go, you immediately allow your eyes to fall as you feel his lips press against yours. The tender touches of his hand gracing your cheek along with his velvety kiss was enough to make your heart soar.

■You were his now.

🟡Toshinori Yagi🟡

The summer breeze against your skin was enough to make you shudder. The pale waves on the beach you frequented sighed in the wind as they welcomed you.

It had been a while since you'd seen the ocean look so vibrant. The sparkling blue of the sea shone like diamonds as they splash along the beach.

Thats when your eyes spotted something.

A large muscle bound man poses in front of a group of people. You couldn't really see who since it was rather far away, so you ignored the entire fiasco.

Over an hour had passed since then, and you were lost in your book. Reading along the beach was one of the most relaxing things you could do.

Just as you were getting to your favorite part of the story, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, you've gotta move. I need this spot." You peered up at a rather oddly dressed man in a long coat as he stated down menacingly at you.

Peeking around the area, you noticed there was no one else around you so you stayed put.

"There's plenty of spaces around you to pick from. Do that." You spat out before going back to your book.

"Oh I don't think you get what I mean fucker. I. WANT. THIS. SPOT. " He pointed down, specifically at you. Your eyes widened in panic as he showed you a large gun in his pocket that seemed to be connected to his flesh. His quirk must be a gun type.

Nodding, you gulped as you quickly picked up your items. Your eyes scanned the area for anyone to see what was happening before you were hoisted up roughly by your arm.

A harsh squeal of pain left your lips as your arm popped from the socket. Tears brimmed your eyes as he shoved his hand over your mouth, hushing you.

Within seconds, the wind around you tossed your book aside, and your towel soon followed. You stood there realizing the pressure was gone. As was the criminal.

"Well, well, well! We seemed to have found another criminal scavaging the beach for change? Have you ever considered a metal detector?" A booming voice echoed out besides you as none other than All Might stood holding the criminal up by the waist under his arm. Almost like a father carrying a child.

He gave you a small thumbs up before waving down the areas' lifeguards. Beach patrol had soon arrived to detain the criminal.

"A life of crime is no way to live, young man! Consider turning your future into a bright one!" The man scoffed at him as police took him away. Thats when his eyes met you.

"I seemed to fail to notice you were injured. Allow me to escort you to the hospital!" You blushed and nodded just before being scooped into his arms as though you weighed nothing.

He stayed by your side the entire time, even going as far to walk you home. Ever since he was involved with the school, he seemed to be more personal with the public. It was endearing.

You found yourself bumping into him all too often at the beach after that and decided it wouldn't hurt to ask him out for a drink. He gladly accepted the offer.

Months had passed, and you both had grown very close. It was obvious to the public. Now, even tabloids were writing stories on you both, speculating whether or not you were together.

This quickly caught the attention of villains in the area, while some left you be, others hunted you down. Toshi knew he had to keep you safe. This was his fault, after all. He knew the risks and still took a chance.

Knocking on your door, he decided it was best to surprise you in person with the news.

Quickly allowing him entry, you made your way over to the couch you bith shared frequently. By this time, you had learned of his issue and allowed him to rest from his hero form at your house.

He ran a hand over the back of his neck nervously as his blue orbs locked onto you.

"This may seem rather sudden since we had only met a few months ago, but I want to let you know I do intent to keep you safe."

Your eyes widen as he took your hand in his.

"I know more than anyone my time is limited, but I want to spend it with you. Will you give me the honor?"

His hands trembled as you gave him a lighthearted smile. That was all you'd wanted to hear from him for a while now.

"I would love to." Was all you said before placing a small kiss along his cheek.

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chuuyrr · 3 years ago

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okay okay idea!

so, gojo reader, right?

gojo reader who has a clash with the volcano headed curse like from the anime! gojo reader who shows off her skills to her lover (for this ask i’d say dazai and chuuya ofc!) once more with her infinite void technique, aka, domain expansion.

for this cross over i’d assume that domain expansion is something only she, and those in contact with the “gods” can use. feel free to tweak this idea however you see fit though!!

limitless

bungou stray dogs x gojo! reader

masterlist of infinity

╰➤ CW(s): major spoilers for jujutsu kaisen (gojo satoru's infinite void is used by gojo! reader, but not as a domain expansion, and gojo's fight against jogo is referenced), mentions of blood and violence, and jealous! dazai

╰➤ PAIRING(s): dazai x reader, chuuya x reader (separately)

hello, anon!! thank you so much for the idea. not gonna lie, i've been waiting for someone to request gojo! reader use infinite void so i could write about it. im also terribly sorry for the long wait, i struggled polishing it!! enjoy reading ♡

before you read: instead of a curse (since curses and cursed techniques aren't present in my bungou stray dogs x reader), i'm making the volcano head curse "jogo" as someone who's just like lovecraft in a sense. basically not a curse nor human.

nakahara chuuya !

chuuya arrived unexpectedly with his motorcycle after you had just finished work. chuuya coming to pick you up was unusual given the distance between yokohama and tokyo, as well as both of your jobs. in any case, you were delighted to be picked up by your boyfriend, especially after a long day of irritating the higher-ups.

nothing beats riding a motorcycle with chuuya beneath a moonlit sky, alone together as you two passed through a forest.

"you good?"

chuuya caught a glimpse of you as he drove you and him, noticing how your body was slumped against his back, arms wrapped around his waist, and face pressed against the back of his shoulder.

"yeah, it's just that the higher-ups were a pain in the ass earlier," you grumbled, "they all kept blabbering about self-righteousness shit during the meeting, it's really annoying."

"so you deal with that kind of stuff everyday huh?" chuuya asked with sympathy, "my poor baby."

"yup," you nodded, "and i know what you're thinking. why the hell am i staying at heiwa then? when i can like, i don't know, get a different job maybe—" just as you were about to finish your sentence, you noticed something approaching you and your boyfriend at blinding speed even with your six eyes covered.

you suddenly tightened your grip on chuuuya's waist. chuuya would have jumped if he wasn't driving the motorcycle right now, but before he could question you, you and him teleported away from the motorcycle.

chuuya looked at you and you two were now meters from the grounds right now with wide eyes. not because he is afraid of heights or anything since his ability is literally gravity manipulation, but it was because you had him by the waist.

"[name], what was that for?!" chuuya exclaimed, a little perplexed by how your arm was still wrapped around his waist before his eyes fell to see his motorcycle above go straight into the railings on the side of the road, "my bike!"

the motorcycle, which had no riders, had exploded from a fiery shot of magma from a distance, leaving chuuya's mouth agape.

you pointed casually at the motorcycle that had just been blown to smithereens, "that's why."

"y-you saw that coming?" chuuya sweat dropped, looking at you with wide eyes.

you nodded and drew half of your blindfold upward to look at the volcano-headed creature that had formed itself beneath you and chuuya with a single crystalline blue eye, "six eyes, remember babe?" you asked calmly.

"what is that thing?" chuuya narrowed his eyes.

it had a humanoid shape and a short elderly-like man physique due to its hunchback posture. the top of its head resembled a mountain, specifically a volcano like mount fuji. the creature had gray skin, but the top of his head was brown where the volcanic opening was. he also had a single cycloptic eye, two brown corks on the sides of his head that appeared to be plugging his ears, and a mouthful of disgusting black teeth.

he wore an all-black ensemble that included a loose shirt with quarter-length sleeves, matching pants and shoes, a green spotted cape, and a white scarf.

"i honestly have no idea." you shrugged as you lowered yourself and chuuya down about a meter away from the volcano-headed creature who was grinning darkly at you, finally letting go of your boyfriend's waist before taking a protective step in front of him.

"who are you, huh?!" chuuya scowled at the volcano-headed creature, the red glow of his ability activating surrounded his body, "do you even know who we are, shithead?"

"i'm after gojo [name], human." he answered gruffly, earning a surprised look from chuuya.

"human?" chuuya was surprised, but he had his doubts in the first place. indeed, he was anything but human.

"aww, so you're pursuing after me?~ how cute! i'm gonna have to decline though since you're not my type." you exclaimed enthusiastically, clasping both of your hands together with a smile, "this is nakahara chuuya-kun! my devilishly handsome boyfriend."

the volcano-headed creature scowled angrily at you before a swarm of insects flew out of the opening of his volcano on top of his head. "ember insects!"

with that, a swarm of insects with large stingers lunged at you at breakneck speed, catching chuuya off guard as a loud noise emitted upon impact before detonating into a flaming explosion, the ground beneath cracking from the force.

as smoke erupted, the volcano-headed humanoid creature laughed maniacally, "and they said you were the strongest ability user alive?" he exclaimed, his shoulders shaking with laughter, "hah! you can't fool me!"

"oh, but i'm not fooling you at all." you stated.

the volcano-headed creature's cycloptic eye widened as the smoke from the explosion cleared, revealing you calmly standing there with your hands shoved inside the pockets of your black miniskirt, still in one piece together with your boyfriend.

"you've got some nerve to doubt my girlfriend." chuuya smirked. god did he love seeing your infinity in action. chuuya wasn't going to lie, but he had a heart attack when the insects swarmed you two only to discover they had impacted your infinity.

the volcano-headed creature took a step back, his mouth agape in surprise, before scoffing. he then attacked in all directions with the same blinding speed as you and chuuya maneuvered through his attacks.

chuuya couldn't help but notice that the volcano-headed creature seemed to be more interested in you than in him. he not only knew who you were, but he was determined to kill you for whatever reason. it was useless, just as the volcano-headed creature fired highly concentrated flames left and right, and even from above. you used your limitless' infinity to render his attacks useless.

"this cannot be! i hit you! i should have hit the two of you!" exclaimed the volcano-headed creature, irritated that you and chuuya were unharmed despite his barrage of attacks.

"you didn't touch me; you touched the infinity that exists between you and me," you explained, sighing deeply as you waved off the smoke produced by the collision of his flames and your infinity. "and for your information, infinity exists everywhere," you said to the perplexed creature.

you began to reverse a compressed ball of infinity that glowed dangerously red by lifting your index finger in the air. "limitless: reversal red."

the divergence of your limitless' infinity produced an extremely powerful repulsive force, repelling the volcano-headed creature so powerfully that he was sent flying towards the forest beyond the road, destroying hundreds of trees and causing the ground to crack and form a massive crater. the volcano-headed creature was eventually sent flying to a lake deep within the forest, and you followed him, bringing chuuya with you.

you and chuuya were now standing on top of the body of water, which baffled him slightly. you watched your boyfriend lift and lower his foot. he wasn't sinking, he thought, but he also didn't feel light because he wasn't using his gravity manipulation ability at all.

chuuya exclaimed, blinking profusely as he stared at you, "we're literally standing on water."

"it's cool, right?" you asked, tipping the side of your head as you smiled at chuuya.

"this reminds me of my ability as well, but i can only make it appear as if i'm walking on water," chuuya said, nodding.

"my infinity is the same. in fact, the two of us are stepping on infinity. it just looks like we're standing on water, and that's actually the case while we were in mid-air earlier," you explained before your smile faded into a smirk, "you wouldn't mind if i showed you something even cooler, right?"

"what?" chuuya raised a brow at you. you can do something greater than your infinity, amplified blue, reversal red, and hollowed purple?

"oi, mount fuji-san!" you turned to face the volcano-headed creature, which had now recovered from your attack, "you good? you took quite the blow!"

"you dare insult me, gojo [name]?" a nerve snapped from the volcano-headed creature, his cycloptic eye deepening into an angry glare, especially when you burst out laughing.

your mocking words rolled off your tongue, "you'll be fine. after all, you're weak."

"DON'T UNDERESTIMATE ME YOU STUPID BRAT!" the volcano-headed creature was enraged. the brown corks covering his ears flew away as flames erupted from them, as did the volcano on top of his head, "I'M GOING TO ENJOY SWALLOWING UP THAT SMUG FACE OF YOURS!"

a large number of highly concentrated flames had flooded the entire area, practically burning the trees and heating the water beneath your and chuuya's feet.

chuuya scoffed at you, "you just had to make him angry, [name]."

chuuya's response made you laugh as lava and rocks engulfed the entire area, completely drying up the water. everything was now practically on fire. chuuya felt as if he was in hell with you and that literal hot-headed creature because the temperature in the atmosphere was so high. he even had to take a step closer to you to avoid a burst of magma.

"THERE WON'T EVEN BE ASHES LEFT OF YOU, GOJO [NAME]!"

even when your enemy promised you death, you remained unbothered. that isn't the first threat you've received, after all. when you first met, your boyfriend literally threatened you because you ambushed and stole from port mafia. you held your ground as chuuya stood beside you until you reached for and took hold of your blindfold.

you smirked and drew it down to your neck, aligning your hand across your chest, curving your middle finger over your index finger.

"limitless: infinite void."

you had brought your target along with chuuya inside a domain, particularly the limitless itself, as the words rolled off your tongue. chuuya stared in awe as his and your surroundings had transformed into a vast void.

it was both beautiful and terrifying, especially when they turned their attention to the volcano-headed creature who happened to be your target. he was frozen in place, and it appeared as if he had seen and heard things, which he had.

"what is this, [name]? where are we?" chuuya asked, swallowing hard as he eyed his surroundings.

"this is the inner world of limitless. it's something i have access to due to my connection with sugawara michizane," you explained, sauntering towards the volcano-headed creature, the heels of your boots clicking in the process as you left chuuya's side, "and right now, every actions he takes are forced upon him infinitely."

"infinitely?" chuuya asked in confirmation.

"ironic, isn't it?" you asked monotonously, tipping your head to the side as you stared at the frozen volcano-headed creature with a dark glaze over your glowing blue eyes, "when granted everything, you can't do anything."

chuuya was then taken aback by a sinister smile on your face and he couldn't seem to adore your crystalline blue six eyes especially after what happened next.

you twisted the head you were clutching tightly only to yank it upwards with such effortless yet brute force with your bare hand, ruthlessly decapitating the volcano-headed creature with its neck completely twisted as the entire body fell.

chuuya was so shocked that it took him a moment to realize he was no longer in the limitless but had returned to reality. he watched your sinister smile fade as you slowly pulled your blindfold back on your eyes, but not until you gazed at the decapitated head on the ground into which you had dug the heel of your thigh-high boot.

your boyfriend was not going to lie to you. that was fucking terrifying. sure, you were hot when you were all scary and angry, but there was something about you that made chuuya doubt it was you for a second, and all he could say was "holy shit."

"[name]?" chuuya sauntered towards you, carefully approaching you, "you there?"

"whoops, sorry," you laughed as you looked up at chuuya before snapping back to reality and kicking the decapitated head that was still alive. "got lost in the moment for a second there."

"that was in the moment?!" chuuya cried out in disbelief, "but you.. that was.." he fumbled over his words, struggling to construct a sentence.

"i get carried away sometimes." you scratched the back of your neck while sticking out your tongue at him.

"i mean, i guess i get carried away too sometimes, but you were... how do i put this.." chuuya admitted, breathing out as he stared at you with wide eyes that were both scared and filled with admiration.

"you think i'm hot?" at chuuya's remark, your lips curved into a devious smile as you winked and placed a hand on your hip, watching a blush spread across his cheekbones.

"w-what kind of question is that?!" chuuya screamed, turning away from you and folding his arms across his chest, only to grumble a quiet response.

"of course i do.. idiot."

despite being a little spooked out earlier, chuuya definitely fell harder and was most definitely turned on.

dazai osamu ! (with kunikida third-wheeling)

your boyfriend was leaning against your shoulder while you sat comfortably in the backseat with him, and perhaps kunikida was scowling at dazai because why the hell was he showing pda in the middle of work. in any case, you and dazai ignored kunikida's reprimand and continued to stay put.

since the said assignment had something to do with another whole humans and supernatural entities experiment type of shit, dazai and kunikida were assigned to conduct an investigation with you being sent to help and gather information for heiwa.

while kunikida continued to converse with dazai, who was responding with funny yet joking banters to irritate him, you noticed something approaching you, dazai, and kunikida at blinding speed.

even if dazai slumped over you and made full physical contact with you, your six eyes were an ability he couldn't nullify with his touch. you gently pushed dazai away from you and leaned towards the driver's seat, your voice dead serious, unable to dismiss the now looming danger you saw from outside the vehicle.

"stop the car."

with that, kunikida, almost in a panic, stepped on the brakes, nearly recoiling from the impact if it weren't for the seatbelt on him; meanwhile, dazai's face planted onto the seat in front of him due to his lack of a seatbelt.

dazai groaned and stroked his face before looking at you and kunikida, "ugh.. what was that about?"

"why did you ask me to stop the car?" kunikida furrowed his brows and adjusted his glasses, which had almost fallen off.

"get out of the car, now." you demanded, immediately busting the door open.

kunikida and dazai were quick to follow. you immediately took hold of their arms and tackled them away from the vehicle as soon as the three of you stepped outside. a fiery explosion erupted from afar, completely incinerating the car. kunikida held a terrified look, while dazai's eyes widened with interest and surprise.

after the three of you got back on your feet, dazai blinked at you as you calmly shoved your hands into the pockets of your black mini skirt.

"i'm holder of the six eyes, remember, darling?" your lips curved into a half-smirk, "the six eyes allows me to see things even kilometers away, it not only gives me great processing power, but also vast perception."

"six eyes? that's right.. your six eyes aren't an ability. it works even if dazai is touching you," kunikida explained as he dusted his clothes.

"very good, kunikida-kun!" you exclaimed, clasping both of your hands together and pressing them against your cheek, "now, you and dazai be a dear and stay back right now, yeah?"

kunikida and dazai were bewildered, but did as they were told. a humanoid being had appeared from above to attack you, but before it could, you had immediately slid back, dodging the hit but causing a crater in the ground. before they yelled your name, a mound of the wall behind you rose and fired another shot of magma and flames at you, similar to the one from earlier.

the humanoid being chuckled darkly, "well that was easier than i expected."

"what is that thing?" kunikida's eyes widened.

"looks like our investigation decided to come after us, or in this case, after my belladonna," dazai sighed, shaking his head, "that thing isn't an ability user, and it doesn't look human either."

it was humanoid in shape, with a short elderly-like man physique due to its hunchback posture. the top of its head was shaped like a mountain, specifically a volcano like mount fuji. the thing had gray skin, but the top of his head faded into a brown color where the volcanic opening was. he also had a single cycloptic eye, two brown corks on the sides of his head that appeared to be plugging his ears, and disgusting black teeth.

lastly, he wore an all-black outfit consisting of a loose shirt with quarter-length sleeves, matching pants and shoes, a green spotted cape over that, and a white scarf.

you stood on top of the burnt up ground, your hands shoved in the pockets of your black miniskirt, "who are you calling easy?" you quipped, tilting your head at the thing that had just attacked you.

"did i wound your pride?" the volcano-headed creature asked you mockingly.

a grin made its way to your lips as you took out both of your hands and popped them, "nope, i'm starting to find this fun actually."

"ember insects!"

at that instant, the volcano-headed humanoid creature released insects that swarmed you in an instant, resulting in another fiery explosion followed by a loud noise.

kunikida and dazai stood back and watched as he attacked you aimlessly with fire-based attacks from all directions, fracturing the ground solely with his immense power. it's no surprise you told them to back off.

dazai wasn't concerned while kunikida was sweating bullets, wondering if you were still alive when the thing lit your head in flames, fearfully watching your body stagger in a spin.

okay, maybe dazai was concerned because your entire head was flames and didn't appear to be blocked by your infinity. but you couldn't possibly be dead. right? right?!

"hehehe, that was the gojo [name]? the limitless ability user everyone feared?" kunikida and dazai turned towards the volcano-headed humanoid creature that was now sauntering towards them and grinning maniacally.

"again with this!" you said as the smoke from the curse's attacks dissipated, just as dazai and kunikida prepared to bite back a response.

with you sighing deeply, the three of them turned around to face you, waving off leftover smoke. the volcano-headed humanoid creature didn't appear to be happy as kunikida sighed in relief and dazai proudly grinned at you. as he came to a halt on his tracks, his cycloptic eye shrank with visible rage.

"is this a joke?" the creature scowled, disbelievingly staring at you, "you should have been dead! i touched you! i killed you myself!"

"no, you didn't touch me." you exclaimed, shrugging your shoulders before bringing your thumb and index finger incredibly close with a small gap in between, "you touched the infinity between us."

"what the hell are you talking about?!" he huffed, heavily breathing out his growing rage.

your face was bright and happy as you leaned forward and outstretched your hand towards him, "i'll show you then! come on, come on!"

kunikida looked at you, puzzled, but dazai couldn't help but dramatically gasp as you insisted on touching hands with this.. with this vile creature that didn't even look human!

"oi, what are you doing belladonna?!" dazai began, only getting his head smacked by kunikida, "ow!"

"don't interrupt gojo and whatever that thing is!" kunikida reprimanded him, scoffing.

"but just look at [name]-chan, kunikida-kun!" dazai huffed, stomping his feet while pointing at you, "she's clearly flirting with him! i may have done so in the past, but i don't anymore!"

"and that's what you get for flirting with women in the past!" kunikida grabbed him by the collar, violently shaking him to get dazai to take a grip.

while kunikida and dazai were arguing, the volcano-headed humanoid creature had finally agreed. he extended his hand towards yours, intending to touch it, but it abruptly came to a halt, much to his surprise. there was that unseen force between your hand and his that shrunk his cycloptic eye.

"see?" you giggled at his reaction before speaking in a deep yet enticing voice that made kunikida stop shaking dazai's head in your direction, "we could even shake hands like this you know?~"

kunikida watched his colleague turn ghostly pale, a betrayed and surprised expression on his face, "[NAME]-CHAN?!"

you ignored dazai's reactions and continued to press your hands against the volcano-headed creature, particularly your fingers.

you had deactivated your infinity just as he was distracted by the shocking revelation of your limitless ability, and with that, you intertwined your hands with him, but tightly. you then jabbed your freehand at him, causing the volcano-headed creature to cough up purple blood.

you attacked him with your free hand while holding his other, smirking, "there's still more!" you then let go of him while he was in mid-air. you thrusted your leg and kicked him, making sure the heel of your thigh-high boots dug into him before launching him into a crater you'd created from your frenzied attacks on him.

kunikida and dazai were taken aback. they'd seen you fight before, especially given how much you enjoyed hand-to-hand combat, but dazai was mostly turned on. when you were fighting chuuya in the past, you weren't all that aggressive on him. it was such a sight that he forgot he was supposed to be jealous in the first place, but that wasn't all you could do.

"infinity exists everywhere," you began, calmly stepping towards the volcano-headed humanoid creature that was attempting to rise after being brutally pummeled by your bare hands and kick alone, "and my limitless ability makes that concept a reality."

with a smirk on your face, dazai watched breathlessly as you took hold of your blindfold and pulled it down to your neck. you peered down at the volcano-headed creature, your beautiful crystalline blue eyes revealed, and mockingly laughed, "not only are you too dumb to not understand that, but you're weak."

"DON'T UNDERESTIMATE ME YOU BRAT!!"

just as the volcano-headed creature got back up and was now burning in a red haze of fury literally speaking, you flitted your eyes up towards kunikida, and then towards dazai, who you winked at, catching him off guard and turning his cheekbones pink.

as you teleported in front of dazai and kunikida, you brought your hand close to your chest with your middle finger curved over your index finger, making sure to keep a good distance away from your lover so that he could not nullify your ability.

you had activated the arsenal of your limitless ability before the volcano-headed creature could lash out all his rage at you, your boyfriend, and kunikida, and just as he was about a good meter away from you.

"limitless: infinite void."

you had brought your target along with kunikida and dazai you remained a good distance with you inside a domain, particularly inside the limitless itself, as the words rolled off your tongue. kunikida and dazai gazed in awe as their surroundings had transformed into a vast void. it was both beautiful and terrifying, especially when they turned their attention to the volcano-headed creature who happened to be your target. they were taken aback. it appeared as if the volcano-headed creature had seen and heard things.

"where are we?" dazai inquired, taking a deep breath and continuing to scan his surroundings with kunikida.

this was something truly terrifyingly beautiful. he'd never seen anything like your ability before. it was dark but peaceful.

"we're inside the limitless," you explained, sauntering towards the volcano-headed creature, your boots clicking in the process, "perception communication. the actions he is taking are infinitely forced upon him."

"what does that exactly mean, gojo?" kunikida pushed his glasses further to his nose.

"it means [name]-chan's target will be able to see and feel everything while not being able to see or feel anything at the same time," dazai deduced perfectly with wide eyes and a smile across his face, "and they can't do anything but die slowly."

"just what kind of ability do you possess, gojo?" kunikida's face darkened as you placed your hand on top of the volcano-headed creature, grasping the mountain-like shape on his head.

"something only i, or perhaps anyone in contact with gods like sugawara michizane, can use," you explained, prompting kunikida and dazai to look at you almost worriedly as your voice abruptly became emotionless. "and right now, you are standing before the presence of his descendant."

you tightened your grip on the vile creature's head, causing a horrible shiver ran down dazai and kunikida's spine before their stomach dropped.

as the following event occurred, the ominous aura you were emitting worsened. you had violently twisted the head only to yank it upwards with such effortless yet brute force using your bare hand, ruthlessly decapitating the volcano-headed creature with its neck completely twisted as the entire body fell, smiling sinisterly throughout it all.

as it's now decapitated head rolled across the ground, you grabbed your blindfold once more, pulling it tighter and covering your eyes, breaking down the domain. you then stepped on the head, stomping your heel against it, and stared at it with a single uncovered frightening eccentric blue eye, your blindfold only covering half of it with the way you were holding it.

the more dazai thought about seeing you in this light, the more he realized you are exactly like him. you're like a coin with two sides, and what they saw earlier was your cold-blooded side.

you may have had control over this ability, the but it caused you to have a different vibe for a brief moment. it reminded dazai of chuuya when he was using corruption and wasn't himself. while chuuya was attacking in a frenzy of instinct with no intention of stopping, you simply stopped being human. you become incredibly aggressive in a frighteningly alluring way, displaying no emotion. to be more specific, frighteningly beautiful and dangerously strong.

when you fully covered your eyes with your blindfold, all of that seemed to fade away in an instant. you then thrust your leg forward, skillfully kicking the decapitated head in the air like a soccer ball.

"would you guys like to play soccer while we interrogate him?" you joked, giggling as you looked down at the decapitated head yelling at you to stop kicking him around like a ball.

"sometimes i forget how scary gojo can be..." kunikida sighed and shook his head before turning to face his colleague, "oi, dazai. are you even listening to me?!"

"you truly deserve the name belladonna. a beautiful lady, but a deadly poison at the same time!" dazai exclaimed dramatically, exaggerating by placing a hand to his chest only to run and kneel before you with his other free hand reaching for you, completely ignoring kunikida, "ahh~ i've just fallen for you even more my dear!"

"stop flirting in front of me, you stupid brats!" yelled the decapitated volcano head, "you two disgust me and stop kicking me!"

"you're just jealous that i'm her boyfriend and all you got was being able to hold hands with her!" dazai retorted, causing you and kunikida to sweat as he stood up and wrapped his arms around you tightly.

"oh, so you were jealous?~" you had a smug look on your face as you stopped tugging on dazai's hair and instead took hold of it to pull him close to your face.

"maybe just a little." dazai grumbled and pressed his cheek against yours.

"are you two done flirting with each other?!" kunikida exclaimed, glaring at you and dazai before stomping, "you two do realize our car burned down and we still have to question that.. that thing you're stepping on!"

"let's just give up on our assignment then!" dazai suggested cheerfully, radiating rainbows and sunshine.

"i agree with osamu, kunikida-kun!" you nodded, giving kunikida a peace sign while wrapping your arm around dazai's shoulder.

with that, you and dazai both got smacked on the head, and you ended up grumbling about it because dazai nullified your infinity due to his physical contact with you.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

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outlaw-apologist · 2 years ago

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Just seen the Charles x micah's sister reader, very cute :) !! Could we get some headcannons for micah and his sisters relationship? Like do they get along ? Thank you :)

Thank you for requesting, anon! It's a nice spring day. The sun is shining brightly and the mountain looks beautiful. I'm listening to the birds while the deer eat my bushes. This is a perfect day to write some HCs, so let's get to it!

Micah's Younger Sister - Headcannons

- Micah loves his sister but his version of love is very skewed. We know by the stories he tells of Amos he doesn't seem too fond of his brother; however, the letter Amos sends Micah suggests Micah cares enough about his brother, (and thought his brother cares enough about him), to inform him that he was not hanged and that he's doing well.

- This suggest to me that Micah does have some love for his siblings. I think he would really love a little sister. Especially if the age gap is big enough because he can probably easily get her to listen to him and do whatever he wants.

- We know that Micah Bell the II was an awful father. If Micah's sister grows up with him, I can't see Micah ever protecting her from their father's wrath. However, I do think he would offer to teach her how to stand up for herself.

- I view this in more of a 'sibling unity' type of way. He's not doing it to protect her, but because he wants his siblings to be at his level. They grew up the same way and endured the same abuse. I think Micah might feel as if his siblings are the only people on earth who will ever truly understand him.

- He teaches her how to use a gun. Probably buys her a gun specially engraved. Of course, his sister has a wicked quick draw, taught by one of the finest gunslingers.

- I also think Micah would gift her a hat that looks similar to his. It would make him swell like pride to see her in his image.

- They hang out a lot! Neither of them would admit it but they're best friends. His sister is his little buddy.

- It's odd having a brother who doesn't like women but likes you. It fills her with a sense of pride whenever Micah treats her better while simultaneously disgusting her.

- They'll go into town to see a show together every once in awhile or do mundane things like getting their horses shoed or stocking up at the general store.

- Of course Micah's favorite activity to do with his sister is to put her to work so he can rob folk easier. This is all she's even know, so to them it's more like a hobby and they always end up having a blast!

- Micah is clearly very bitter Amos didn't stick by him. After Amos leaves Micah would immediately sink his teeth into his sister, figuring out how to make sure she stays by his side.

- Because of this she ends up in the Van Der Linde gang!

- Micah has ways of being charming. Charming enough to eventually make a massive gang of his own. His sister is much more charming than Micah could ever be. She has a unique perspective on life. Being the youngest child of an outlaw, and a woman in a time where she had no rights. She knows a good sense of humor can be a matter of life or death.

- The SECOND Mary-Beth asks her if she likes to read they're immediately best friends! Micah's sister opens up to the other women of the camp easily and creates fantastic relationships with them.

- Despite being friendly with all the women, Micah's sister would be very weary of the men. Of course, she's probably out robbing with them. Used to violent misogyny all her life, it's much harder for her to connect with them even when she spends so much time amongst them.

- Javier would be the first one she opens up to, I think. And it's his music that lulls her into a sense of security. Every time Javier sits down to play his guitar or sing she comes to sit near him and listen until one day she finally compliments him and they start a very pleasant conversation. It also helps that Javier has befriended many of the women in camp. This helps her trust him more.

- Because she hasn't been treated the best by her father or other outlaws, Micah's sister has more empathy. I also don't think she'd follow Micah's footsteps when it comes to racism.

- Dutch repulses her. She's noticed his lingering eyes. His 'compliments' towards her spoken with hot breath. How many times had she been around men who've looked at her that way? Too many. She tries to avoid him the best she can.

- But Hosea???? She's shocked at how fatherly he is. He's kind, wise, and one of the first people to sit down with her to try and really get to know her. I think Micah's sister would yearn for a father figure who is gentler and more human than her father ever was. She opens up to him and wishes he would replace her father.

- The blow-out fights start when she develops a sense of security within the gang. No longer does she listen to Micah. She stopped dropping everything for his beck and call. She's beginning to form a better sense of self. She's safe here, secure, no longer does she have to do what everyone else wants her to do. Obviously Micah isn't very happy and it starts fights.

- Micah assumes it's just a phase and so he drops the subject after they scream back and forth for awhile.

- It isn't until Micah notices that his sister spends a lot of time with Arthur that he becomes furious and jealous. He begins to feel like she's slipping away from him. Their fights become worse and more viscous His sister refuses to back down because she can't understand why Micah is so threatened by her happiness. She doesn't realize, from Micah's point of view, she's abandoning him.

- Eventually Dutch has to step in and tell them to cut it out because they're disturbing the camp's peace. Micah and his sister hardly speak to each other after that except to give the other a snide comment every once in awhile.

- Despite this I think both siblings would be very broken up about it. Micah will feel abandoned while his sister feels betrayed.

- After awhile they're put on a job together. Things go south pretty quickly and they both manage to narrowly escape. While hiding in the forest, struggling to catch their breath, they look at each other and burst out laughing. Neither Micah nor his sister ever talk through their issues with one another. They simply decide they're okay with each other again and resume talking as if nothing ever came between them. Forgiveness is their silent apology.

- Sometimes you just have to accept your sibling chooses a different path but that bond can still remain.

- If she ever gets hurt or shot, Micah will go ape shit!!!! He loves an excuse to slaughter someone. That paired with the threat of his final family member being injured? Oh he'll wreck havoc on the poor soul that decided to fuck with his sister.

- As the days go on and Micah's betrayal becomes more and more clear. Some of the gang start projecting their feelings for Micah onto her. Watching her with great suspicion. This would hurt her deeply. She doesn't want to lose her new family and she'll struggle with this a lot.

- If she falls in love with anyone from the gang, she knows it needs to be kept a secret. If Micah ever finds out.... She knows her lover will "mysteriously" go missing one day.

- I think during the final showdown she wouldn't choose Micah's side. She decides to choose whatever life she started building for herself. Micah destroyed the gang that made her feel loved and accepted for the first time in her life. She's furious with him and can't even look at him anymore. If her lover survives, she'll choose to stay with the lover.

- After a few years guilt will eat away at her and she'll return to Micah, joining his gang. Despite her 'betrayal' I think Micah would welcome her with open arms.

- At the end of the day they're just two lost souls who accept each other in a very raw humanity type of way. No one will ever know them the way they know each other. After everything Micah and his sister have been through together they will always end up in the same place again and again.

#Micah Bell #Micah Bell x reader #Micah Bell's sister #rdr2 #my writing #answered

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m-jelly · 3 years ago

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Hey! Guess who? It's me Moth Anon and I'm here to request Bunny!Levi x Wolf!Reader! Basically How to Tame a Wolf but the roles are reversed!

-Moth Anon

I had to bring this back <3 Thank you @ladycheesington for designing this for me. Also, thank you to @ladycheesington and @skittlelover69 for talking ideas with me for this prompt! You're both a blessing <3

Wolf taming

Pairing: Bunny!Levi x Wolf!Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Future AU, fluff, romance, falling in love, small town romance, cute, reader is a love sick puppy, farmer Levi, tattooed Levi.

Concept: You move out of the busy city to a sweet little town. You set up a nice small cafe and do some deliveries. You deliver some food to a well-known farmer and you're instantly smitten. You talk with Levi and discover he is your fated mate. Levi also feels the pull and you both keep finding excuses to meet each other and be together. You both become inceperable.

Taglist: @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @levisbrat25 @li-anne @nyxiieluna @nbinairyn @strawberrybunny123 @galactict3a @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6

You hummed a little song to yourself as you packed up some cakes, tea and a sandwich for an order. You tied it all up with a bow and smiled at your hard work. Your fluffy tail wagged as you admired your hard work.

You picked up the box and changed your sign around to out on delivery. You smiled at your sign saying tasty paws. You smiled brightly and knew this small town was your future. You were already successful and people were so nice to you.

You hurried through the streets and waved at everyone you went past. You were the only wolf in the town that was filled mostly with rabbits and foxes. You thought people would be scared of you, but people were fascinated and excited that you'd moved in.

You moved a little faster through the town and enjoyed the breeze running through your hair and fluffy wolf ears. You felt so free in this town compared to the cramped city. You were living the dream every single day and it was all thanks to the sweet bunny mayor, Erwin.

You slowed down when you came to a farmer on the edge of town, right next to the lake with the mountains as the view. You gasped in delight and knew that the Levi Ackerman who ordered from your place must wake up in the morning to the most perfect views in the morning.

You stopped by the fence and looked out at the field to see a muscular man. Your eyes widened at the shirtless man glistening in the sunlight due to the sweat on his body. You shivered at the tattoos and slight scars on him. You watched him lift up a huge barrel of hay causing his muscles to flex. You growled a little as your inner wolf screamed mate to you. You admired his black bunny ears tied back to stop the floppy things from falling into his eyes.

You couldn't control yourself. You let out a howl of delight causing Levi to look over. You slapped your hands over your mouth and dropped down to crouch so you were out of view. You whined and whimpered a little as you felt so embarrassed by your actions.

You hit your head with your fist. "Stupid, stupid, stupid. You're just a wild savage idiot."

"Well, I wouldn't say that."

You looked up to see Levi leaning on the top of the fence looking down at you. You squeaked and fell back on your bum. "Ah!"

Levi tilted his head. "A wolf being afraid of a rabbit, now that's a surprise."

You shot up to your feet taking Levi by surprise. "I'm not afraid."

Levi blushed hard as he took you in. He felt his heart throb and a pull towards you. He wiggled his nose just a little and took your scent in. He felt a click inside him and realised he was looking at his mate. He gulped hard.

You leaned closer and sniffed him. "Mate." You gasped and blushed hard. "Sorry."

Levi moved closer to you. "Mate."

You whined a little before holding up your bag. "I b-brought y-you your o-order!"

He reached over and took the bag. "Thank you. Would you like to come in for a drink?"

"Yes!" You blushed at answering quickly. "I-If you d-don't mind."

Levi gave you a tiny smile. "Come."

You jumped over the fence and hurried after him. Your tail wagged hard as you were welcomed into the home of your mate. You slipped your shoes off before looking around his sweet wooden home. You enjoyed the creaking of the floorboards beneath your feet and the welcoming smell of tea was drifting through the air.

You shivered and whined as Levi's natural scent invaded your senses. You panted a little and moaned in delight. You were overcome with visions and desires to bite Levi and give him a mating bond. You slapped your hand over your nose and mouth and tried to stop yourself from jumping on Levi.

Levi stopped in his kitchen and gazed at you. He blushed a little and knew very well what your reaction was. "Would me opening a window help?"

You blushed. "I uh...I don't know."

Levi unpacked his lunch and made a cup of tea for you and him. He cut up the food and made it ready for sharing. He led you to the dining room and sat with you. He watched you eat with him and smiled a little. His heart fluttered in his chest as he kept watching you.

Levi reached out and pet your ears and head without even thinking. He locked eyes with you and blushed hard. "Oh, sorry."

You blushed a little. "Don't be, I like it."

Levi smiled and fussed you more. He chuckled when you leaned on the table and rested your chin on your arms. He smiled when you closed your eyes and your ears went back. "Wolves are so easy to tame."

"We're big softies." You looked up at his ears. "Your ears look cute. Are they floppy?"

Levi took the hair band out of his ears to show his ears were floppy, but he could raise them a bit. "They are."

You reached over and touched them. "So soft." You leaned and looked at his fluffy black tail. "You're so handsome."

Levi locked eyes with you. "Thank you."

You smiled at him. "I like the earrings in your ears."

"Thank you."

You leaned your chin in your hands and gazed at Levi as your tail wagged. "Can I visit you a lot?"

Levi blushed hard. "I would like that. I know we're mates, so I would like to get to know you more."

You grinned at him. "I can't wait."

You frowned as you focused hard on decorating a cake. You pulled back and smiled brightly at the carrot cake you'd made. You jumped up and down in delight. You placed it in your display case and grinned at your hard work.

You looked up and felt your heart skip a beat when you saw Levi's pickup truck pull up. Your tail wagged hard as he climbed out of his truck and waved at you. You waved excitedly at him.

Levi picked up two crates out the back and walked into your small cafe. "Afternoon."

"Bunny!"

Levi walked behind the counter. "Wolfie."

You blushed. "What have you got for me?"

He put the crates down. "Some fresh fruit from my farm."

You gasped in delight. "You picked fruit for me?"

He blushed a little and opened the crates. "Anything for my mate." He sighed. "Make sure you clean this. I've already cleaned it, but just do it as well."

You nodded. "Yes." You ran over to the display case. "Levi, look! Carrot cake!"

Levi stared at the cake. "Carrot cake."

Your smile faded. "I've insulted you...I'm so sorry! I just..." You welled up. "I'm sorry."

Levi cupped your face. "Don't cry." He wiped your tears away. "I love carrot cake. I was surprised you made it and it wasn't sold out already."

You smiled softly at him. "I'm glad you're not mad at me."

"I would never be mad at you."

You giggled. "Cause I'm a cute wolf right?"

He kissed you taking you by surprise. You both knew you were mates, but all you did was just hang around each other and meet up often. You went on some dates, but no one would say it was a date. There was always tension between the two of you, but no one made a move. You both kept holding back so you could get to know each other.

You'd been dating in a sense for a month. You'd helped each other out with your jobs. You'd spent hours talking away to each other and not realising what the time was. You'd talk into the night before falling asleep next to each other. You were connecting on such a deep level, but you wouldn't take the plunge. Levi was now taking it.

Levi released you a little before gripping your hips and yanking you against his body. He wrapped his arms around you and gripped your back tightly. He felt a tingle within his body and his mind at ease. He smiled against your lips. He felt like he had found his soulmate.

Your tail wagged hard as you clung to Levi. Your heart fluttered in delight as you finally kissed your mate. Your life seemed complete and everything was falling into place. You wanted to be with him for life. You wanted to mark him and keep him as your own.

Levi pulled back from your lips and panted. "Wolfie."

You smiled. "Bunny."

"Tch, damn wolf brat."

You giggled. "What? You're a cute bunny." You leaned up and bit his ear and growled. "Mine."

Levi bushed bright red. "Y-Yours?"

You released his ear. "I uh...I want to make you my mate for life. I-I uh...I would need to mark and it'll be a temporary mark and then on a full moon, I will mark you again to make you mine for life." You blushed bright red. "O-Only if you want to. I-It's a big commitment and umm...I mean...I don't blame you for not wanting me for life. L-Look at me."

Levi held your chin and lifted your head. He smiled a little at you. "I am looking at you and I see the most beautiful and cute little wolf I've ever seen. She's kind, caring, loving, smart, funny and talented." He nuzzled his nose against yours. "How could I not want you?" He kissed you and hummed in happiness. "You're perfect."

You jumped into Levi's arms and attacked him with kisses. You growled at him. "Mine."

Levi gasped and blushed. "Th-that sounds nice."

You growled against his ear. "Mine."

Levi moaned. "Yours."

You kissed the side of his neck and made your way down to the crook of his neck. "I will mark you when you're ready."

Levi held your hands. "Would...would you like to live with me? You'll get to wake up to those lovely views I have."

You kissed him. "You're the only view I want to wake up to."

Levi blushed. "Tch, damn cute wolfie." He hummed and hugged you tightly. "Mine."

You squealed in delight. "Yours!"

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