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jjungkookislife · 2 years ago

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Sunday, Monday...

pairing: bartender!jungkook x f. reader

genre: fwb, f2l, coworkers au, smut [18+]

summary: what's that saying? don't fuck your coworker... unless he's Jeon Jungkook.

wc: 3.8k

warnings: alcohol use/mentions, mention of smoking (cigarettes), (exclusive) friends with benefits, sex at their workplace parking lot, reader calls jungkook a brat a few times, pet names (babe, baby, good girl), fingering (f. receiving), hair pulling, marking/biting, car sex, unprotected sex, spanking, a little degradation, creampie, morning sex, implied sex in public

a/n: I have been in a writing funk as of late, so i hope you enjoy this. i adore them both so much <3

date: July 29, 2023

Exhaustion lingered in your body as you pulled into the parking lot of your job, choosing the darkest corner with the burnt-out lightbulb hidden just out of view of the camera. You checked your appearance one last time as headlights nearly blinded you from the entrance of the lot.

You were early; the reason pulling up next to you as they parked next to your car. You shut yours off, taking your phone that no longer buzzed incessantly like it had just an hour before.

“Hey,” you grumbled as you climbed into the passenger seat, shutting the door harder than necessary, ignoring the wince of your coworker and your new alarm clock, apparently. What a bastard! He knew you liked your pre-work nap, and yet he texted you over and over just to make sure you’d be coming tonight. As if you’d miss a night to make slamming tips with him at your side. Besides, your pre-work fuck was becoming a routine, a little energy boost to get you through the night when your Red Bull concoctions didn’t.

“That happy to see me, huh?” Jungkook grins anyway, used to your sour mood when he bombarded your phone with texts. Some border on sexual, some not.

[Kook from work] 6:55 pm

What are you wearing?

[Kook from work] 6:58 pm

So we can match not…well, I wanna know what I’m taking off too 🥴

[Kook from work] 7:08 pm

Do you want to do body shots off each other like last week? 🤤🤤🤤

[Kook from work] 7:10 pm

Replyyyyyyyyyyyyy 🥲

[Kook from work] 7:10 pm

I’m lonely 😞

[Kook from work] 7:12 pm

Are you still sleeping?

[Kook from work] 7:21 pm

Wake upppppp

[Kook from work] 7:21 pm

WAKE UP 😭

[Kook from work] 7:22 pm

WAKE UP

[Kook from work] 7:22 pm

WAKE UPP

[Kook from work] 7:22 pm

WAKE UPPP

[Kook from work] 7:23 pm

WAKE UPPPP

[Kook from work] 7:23 pm

WAKE UPPPPP

[Kook from work] 7:24 pm

WAKE UPPPPPP

[You] 7:25 pm I’m up! I’m up! You annoying little brat

[Kook from work]

Hi 😚

Jungkook doesn’t wait for a response as you set your phone in one of the cup holders, accidentally hitting the button to light up your screen. Jungkook pouts when he sees his name hasn’t changed on your phone.

“Still just ‘Kook from work’?”

“Yup,” you sneer.

“Not even a ‘Jungkook from work who blows my back out’ or anything?” He questions with a smirk when you roll your eyes and playfully shove him.

“You’re so annoying,” you huff, leaning back in the seat to stare upwards. Jungkook's soft laughter fills the tinted SUV for a moment.

When you first started working at the nightclub, you were inexperienced and overeager. The tips were good and the clientele was mostly regulars who enjoyed not having to pay an entrance fee. Your boss, the owner, Min Yoongi, took shit from no one and took your side for every bad customer interaction. He was sweet, friendly, and loved his whiskey neat.

You got along well with the bouncers, Namjoon, Seokjin, and Jimin, who took no shit from anybody and of course one of your closest friends, Hoseok, worked most nights at your side, either behind the bar or training the new barback, Taehyung. Jungkook had joined the team a few months ago, another friend of Hoseok and Yoongi’s. He was outgoing, overeager, and learned his shit pretty quickly. You requested being put on his shifts, his nights drawing large crowds and tips your way. Hoseok drew in huge crowds as well, until the clientele realized flirting with Yoongi’s husband was a bad idea. Yoongi would raise a brow, and the customers would falter, order an extra shot to down to get over the shock of his stare, and go on their way.

Hoseok both loved and hated it. Now, he works whenever he feels like it, along with a few other bartenders that were hired part-time to fill the gaps.

“I think ‘Jungkook with the huge cock’ would also work wonders for my self-esteem,” Jungkook jokes, cackling when you reach out to shove his shoulder. After making contact, he laces his fingers with yours, pulling you closer to him.

Thoughts whirl around in your head, most of them being ‘just friends’, but you both know at this point that’s another bullshit lie. You spent so much time ignoring your feelings for him but for now, hooking up before work seems to work for the two of you. Despite all your coworkers/friends insinuating otherwise. You thought you were being secretive hiding out in the darkest spot on the lot each night before your shift, but Yoongi was well aware of what went on in the shadows.

Unfortunately for him, he’d shown up to work early one day, needing a smoke before Hoseok turned up and scolded him. He’d been trying to quit again but working long nights during Spring Break was getting to him. He’d regretted the moment he spotted Jungkook’s SUV rocking beside your car.

“You’re insufferable,” you groan when you slide closer to him. Jungkook lets his seat slide back, allowing you more room but you know you’ll end up lying on the folded back seats with the array of fluffy, fuzzy blankets and pillows set up for the occasion.

“You adore me,” he whispers in response, his hand gently caressing your cheek. Your eyes meet his, your body thrumming with excitement.

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate in kissing you, his lips soft against yours until you’re resting your hands on his shoulder. Slowly, you climb into his lap, moaning his name in between kisses as his hands grip your hips. His large hands slide under your skirt, feeling the softness of your skin. He squeezes your ass firmly, groaning when you grind down against him. He’s got on a pair of sweatpants and a loose tee, waiting to turn into a demon once he hits the locker room on the upstairs floor, restricted to patrons but available for staff to shower and change after a shift.

Normally, you’d do the same but you needed to give Jungkook easy access, forgoing your undergarments and slipping on a shirt and skirt. You’d probably share a shower, and get ready while the club opened and Jungkook entertained whilst you did your hair and makeup.

“I fucking love your ass, baby,” Jungkook groans as he squeezes once again. You giggle, kissing your way down his jaw to his neck. You're mindful of leaving marks on his beautiful skin, knowing they’d stop the tips, and that’s the last thing you want on a Sunday night. The crowd will be reduced exponentially, but his regulars always like to stop by, anyway

Your hands run over his chest, tugging his shirt from under you and slipping it over his head to discard on the passenger seat.

Jungkook's body always amazes you. You wonder if he’d let you oil him up someday and just feel every little bit of it.

“Baby?” Jungkook whines when you stop kissing him, your fingertips brushing over his pebbled brown nipples.

“Got distracted,” you answer honestly.

Jungkook chuckles, pecking you on the lips.

“Don’t you always when my shirt comes off?” He giggles and you shush him, kissing him again as your hips roll against his. You know you have very little time. The start of your shift lingers over both your heads and your alarm is set for fifteen minutes before the start of your shift to give Jungkook time to get ready before you and have someone behind the bar to keep Yoongi’s wrath at bay.

Besides, you’d been waiting for this all day; already wet and ready whenever he was.

Jungkook must note the change of urgency in your movements because his hands grip you harder, every touch is more intentional and each of your moans shoots straight to his cock. He was already at half-mast when he pulled into the parking lot and now, with your warm body on top of his, he didn’t need much to get him hard.

Your kisses were an aphrodisiac, your touch like fire. Jungkook’s head spins when you tongue the tattoo behind his ear, teeth gently nipping at his earlobe as his fingers tease between your thighs, drawn to the warmth in between.

“Please,” you beg, biting your lip as he teases you with his fingertips, cursing when he slips one finger inside you.

“Jungkook,” you whine, head falling onto his shoulder. His breath flutters your hair as he chuckles, set on teasing you but another whine from you and a reminder of the time gets him going. He hopes tomorrow when you’re both off work, he can take his time with you but for now, he’ll settle for this.

With two fingers inside you and his thumb on your clit, he uses his free hand to tug at your shirt. Your nipples poke against the fabric and his mouth waters at the sight. He aches to wrap his lips around them and make you melt for him before he fucks you silly. Perhaps he should go easy on you, but you’re gripping his hair tightly, nearly riding his fingers and making a mess of his sweatpants.

Jungkook resists the urge to just rip your shirt down the middle. The fabric would tear so easily from a few tugs, but your wrath after would be more than he could handle. Besides, you look really cute in your shirt.

With his inaction, you take charge and remove your shirt, tossing it to join his shirt in the empty seat.

Jungkook lifts your skirt to bunch at your hips as you greedily palm at his hard cock, throbbing in his gray sweatpants.

“Give it to me,” you groan when his lips kiss down your neck, his teeth sinking into the skin to get you to curse and moan his name. You’re lost in your lust, grinding against him and tugging at his pants until his cock slaps against his abs. He smirks at your eagerness, stroking himself as you beg him to fuck you. He listens to your whines and begs, knowing you’ll take action into your own hands and just sink yourself on him.

Just as expected, you take his cock in your hands, wishing you could suck him off, but time is ticking and you’re sure Yoongi had pulled in while you were taking your top off. It was only a matter of time before he came over to interrupt or your alarm went off. Either way, you had to get going.

“I hate rushing,” Jungkook huffs as you line his cock against your entrance, teasing him by rubbing the head against your wet cunt. Jungkook's head falls back into the seat, body nearly arching off completely when you do it again and again until you’re cursing and biting your lip as his dick slides inside you.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, pressing your lips to his to silence yourself as you take all of him. The stretch is delicious but still gives you pause. “So big.”

Jungkook feels pride in his chest, hiding the blush on his cheeks by kissing your neck and shoulder. His hands cup your breasts, fingers rolling your nipples as you set a slow pace. He wishes he had taken your skirt off but it’s cramped enough in the front seat and you feel so fucking good wrapped around him to even think about repositioning you.

With the slow roll of your hips, Jungkook curses. He takes your tit in his mouth to hide his face and how much you're affecting him. He’s gentle when he circles his tongue around your nipple but quickly tugs on it with his teeth just to get your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growls as you slide easily on his cock, your moans filling the space between you as he touches every bit of you that he can. He curses when you tighten around him, his hand smacking your ass in response. You giggle, repeating your action to get another spank and a fiery kiss that curls your toes.

Soon, Jungkook grows tired of the slow pace. Mindful of your head, he lifts his hips to meet yours. You dig your nails into his skin as you hold on tight, screaming his name as the windows fog. Jungkooks pace rattles your bones, his moans mixed with yours in his eagerness to cum.

“Fuck, Kook. Babe, please,” you feel his thumb rub rigid circles on your clit as he slams into you, rocking the vehicle. He groans, kissing you as your fingers grip his hair as tight as possible. Pleasure courses through you, your orgasm building until you’re finally screaming his name into his sweaty chest, begging for more.

“Nothing but a cock hungry slut, huh? Need my cock so bad you’re willing to get fucked before work just to feel my cum sliding down your thighs all night. Hmm, perhaps you can actually keep it inside tonight like a good girl?” Jungkook spurs on.

You nod, head empty but needing to be filled and orgasm. Your body trembles, lips pressed to his own as his tongue slides past the seam of your lips, his two lip rings cold to the touch.

“Jungkook!”

“That’s it, baby. Take my cock just like that. Fuck!” Jungkook’s head lolls back, stomach clenching and you’re right behind him as your orgasm hits, thighs shaking on either side of his hips as he continues to thrust into you, cursing your name when he finally cums.

Jungkook smiles, his hands stroking your back as you slump against his chest.

“Ugh, my thighs are burning,” You complain on his chest. His chest rumbles as he laughs, his hands adjusting your skirt as he holds you. He kisses the top of your head, his breath ruffling your hair as he continues to laugh.

“I told you to join me at the gym,” he reminds you and you lift your head just enough to stick your tongue out at him.

“Fuck off,” you grumble as you cuddle him for a few more minutes before you’re peeling yourself off his sweaty chest and groaning as you try to climb back into your own seat without getting cum on the fabric.

Jungkook reaches behind him, grabs his duffel bag, and opens the side pocket. He hands you a pair of clean panties and you roll your eyes.

“Just because I left them at your place doesn’t mean you have to bring them with you,” you mutter.

Jungkook’s grin is wide as you put your underwear on and then your shirt.

“But you’re glad you’re not dripping everywhere, huh?”

“Shut up,” you huff as you hand him his shirt and he tugs his sweatpants back into place.

“Come on, we need a shower and there’s a Red Bull calling your name,” Jungkook groans as he pops his neck and grabs his duffel bag. He arranges his seat back into place and climbs out of the SUV.

You wait for him to open your door, your legs are still shaky as you go to your car to grab your belongings.

Jungkook waits for you, taking your small bag over his shoulder to join his own. Normally, he’d wrap his arm around your shoulder, allowing you to lead him to the back door, where your key unlocks the entrance to let you both in.

However, tonight he’s feeling a little bold, and he laces his fingers with yours, ignoring the heat of your stare on the side of his face. His hair is ruffled and falls over his eyes to curtain himself out of your direct sight. He’s grateful when you don’t say anything, just give his hand a squeeze in assurance.

The obnoxious chirping of birds wakes you up the next morning. You groan, covering your head with a pillow and throwing the covers over you for good measure.

However, your eyes pop open when the scent of a familiar cologne hits your nostrils. Flashes of last night slam you in the face and you groan again as you realize you’ll have to pick your car up from work later.

“Good morning,” Jungkook’s sleep-addled voice greets you. You turn to face him and groan, reaching out to cover his mouth before he can speak again. You feel his lips turn upward in a grin and you curse before pulling the pillow and covers off your face.

“What time is it?” You mumble as you palm at the nightstand to find your phone.

“6:34,” he answers you as the light from your phone makes you wince. You’d gotten home and showered a little over three hours ago. You were planning on sleeping in and going grocery shopping and now you were waking up in Jungkook’s bed again.

“Why are you up so damn early?” You huff.

“I needed a snack and heard you tossing and turning. Did you miss me?” He wiggles his eyebrows and makes you laugh.

“Not even a little bit,” you lie, but Jungkook can see the way you’re holding back a smile, so he kisses your cheek instead.

“Always so mean in the mornings,” he whispers as he wraps his arm around your waist.

“And you’re still in my bed, so,” you shrug as best as possible as you turn to press your back to his chest. Jungkook cuddles you, his head resting on your chest.

“Technically, you’re in my bed,” he grins.

“Brat,” you scoff.

“You love it,” he hums as he kisses your shoulder. You don’t say anything else as he continues to kiss his way up to your neck, resisting the urge to sink his teeth into you until you’re moaning his name.

The first moan that escapes you, has you spreading your legs.

Jungkook smirks. His fingers dance down the curve of your body. He pauses at your nipples to tease them with his featherlight touch, watching your eyes flutter shut and another moan escape your lips.

When he presses against you, he’s already hard. The only thing separating you is his boxers. You stole one of his shirts to sleep in when you got to his place, too tired to throw anything else on.

The shirt bunches at your ribs before he’s slowly lifting you to help you out of it. He watches as you tease your nipples, his hand going to stroke his cock over the cotton fabric of his boxers, before he’s kicking them off to get lost in the covers.

“Please, Kook. I want to feel you,” you whisper as he presses himself against you. He lifts your leg over his own, lining his cock up at your entrance, unsurprised to find you dripping wet already. He bites back a groan, sinking into you in one thrust. Your eyes shut and you curse, the stretch just as delicious as the night before.

Jungkook’s thrusts are slow, your hips meeting his as he mouths at your skin. Your soft moans are muffled by the pillow under your head when you turn. Jungkook frowns, making you look at him from over your shoulder.

His eyes are dark and filled with lust, the twinkle long gone and you curse when he fucks into you deeper.

“Focus on me, baby,” he demands as he grinds against you, his thumb rubbing your clit as his lips take a nipple into his mouth. You melt beneath him, gasping when he tugs at your nipple with his teeth.

“Fuck, just like that, Kook.”

Jungkook hums happily, grinning as he continues and you turn into a puddle. You ignore the way your heart skips a beat, adoration for him invading your mind.

You know this whole friends-with-benefits would backfire for you. You could never keep it casual and maybe you knew that when you agreed and maybe you were willing to put your heart on the line for him because a part of you hoped he wanted more.

Jungkook kisses you. “Stop thinking so much and take my fat cock, baby.”

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you moan when a sharp thrust makes your tits bounce and your thoughts are forgotten.

Jungkook chuckles, kissing your cheek as he fucks into you nice and slow. He laces your fingers together, moaning softly into your neck, and he can’t help but think how intimate it feels to take you like this. There’s nothing better than having you in his arms, moaning his name as he holds you tight, refusing to let you go for even a second. He knew the moment he met you, that you’d be everything to him, but somehow things got lost in translation. Jungkook doesn’t let his thoughts consume him another second, though, focusing on your pleasure and his instead.

Before long, you’re both spent. Panting, you turn on your back as he sits up to face you. He’s smiling, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he tongues his lip piercings.

“Babe?” He asks with a shy smile.

“What?” You ask as you sit up with the covers over your chest.

“Check your phone,” he says simply, nervously playing with his lip ring.

You groan and reach for your phone, deleting the notifications from the hours you were asleep or otherwise occupied.

Once all your notifications from your social media are gone, you spot Jungkook’s text. Only this time you’ve changed his name and the message has you pausing.

[Kookie 💜] 6:31 am

Will you go on a date with me?

“Jungkook,” you say his name quietly and he ignores the way his heart seems to clench.

“I’d love to!” You throw your phone onto the bed, forgotten until later when you change the sheets and the thump startles you.

Your arms drape wound his bare chest and relief washes over him. He kisses your cheek, then your forehead.

“Come on,” he says, patting the bed. “Let’s get some sleep and then we can go on our date.”

“I have no clothes here,” you remind him and he shakes his head.

“You have that pink sundress and sandals here from that one time you came over and stole my clothes,” he states with a playful roll of his eyes.

“A sundress?” You raise a brow. He nods over eagerly and you can already tell he’s got plans for you. Perhaps he’ll hike the dress over your ass in need of a quickie before your date.

Regardless, you’re very much on board for later, but for now, sleep is calling your name and so is Jungkook as you stare at his broad chest.

“My eyes are up here,” he teases, yelping when you pinch his nipple in retaliation.

“Get some sleep,” you poke his cheek, settling into bed with his arms around you and your head on his chest.

Jungkook can’t help but think, this is the best Monday I’ve ever had.

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kpopsexstories · 7 months ago

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This coming week: Xiaojun (Tuesday) & NCT Dream (Thursday) – K-pop Smut

I'm slowing things down a bit again this week with "only" two stories: one straight, one gay.

Xiaojun Quick Fix (December 10, 2024)

In Tuesday's Quick Fix story you (female reader) have sex all night with Xiaojun – both steamy and wild. But is someone watching from across the street?

NCT Dream Dating Ban Ending (December 12, 2024)

Yup, it's the final part of the final story. This x male reader series is ending and the very last post comes out on Thursday.

As always, stories are published at 14:00/2PM Central European Time. That's 08:00/8AM in New York and 00:00/12AM midnight in Sydney.

The week after that...

Even though I'm going down from four to two stories this week there's a lot of new hot stuff on the horizon. The most immediate are two larger stories which are both posted in two parts:

Kissing Booth Spin-off (Thursday December 19 & 26, 2024)

Someone requested a Kissing Booth spin-off: a story in which boyfriends Chenle and Jisung struggle to have sex because they can never find time alone. This story will be posted in two parts one week apart and it will fill the gay void when the NCT Dream Dating Ban is over.

WayV Ten Tries Straight Sex (Monday December 16 & 23, 2024)

When I first started the (totally gay) Dating Ban series someone said it was too much for them to consume. I totally get that, and if Jisung's first part was too much it only got worse from there 😆🥵

They instead requested a straight story in which Ten, a gay character, tries straight sex for the first time, guided by one of his friends. A straight story with "gay vibes".

The resulting story is now done! It's also a two-parter that I'll post one week apart. It's Ten x Female Reader featuring... no, I shouldn't spoil it. You'll just have to wait and see on December 16 and 23 respectively (Part 1 and 2).

I really struggled with writing this one at first. I got hung up on how they would even be in a situation where a third person "guides" Ten during sex. But I finally figured it out. The sex may be straight, but I really think you'll love this one regardless of your preference!

What about the gay and straight Quick Fix seasons?

Quick Fix Season 4 (straight sex) is still in full bloom. The Xiaojun story this coming Tuesday (in two days time of this post) marks the half way point of the season. There's still four more weeks – four more stories – to be posted weekly (on Tuesdays) all the way to January 7 when the final one comes out.

NOTE: I've made some changes to the season's schedule. The order in which the remaining stories will be published has been updated. Check the Quick Fix master post for current dates.

As mentioned before Quick Fix Gay Season 1 will not see a new story every week. I've already posted the four first ones. There won't be more until at least after the Kissing Booth spin-off is over. I need to portion out the gay content a bit more, and all stories of Season 1 of this series have not been written yet. But don't worry, they're on the way 😉

Other Planned Requests & Story Finder

A lot of the above – including several of the Quick Fix stories – are responses to requests. Is yours coming soon? 😃🙌

I'm working on several others too that I haven't mentioned in this post. That's because I have no idea when they'll be done. There may be some surprises in 2025.

As always you can visit Story Finder (an external website where you can browse all the stories from this blog) and specifically the Requests page to see the current status of your requests.

So, whatever your sexual preferences are, there's quite a bit of content left leading up to Christmas and beyond. I'm really excited about the Dating Ban ending, the Kissing Booth spin-off, and the Ten Tries Straight Sex story – all of which are coming in the next two-three weeks and which I think turned out great!

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kudosmyhero · 1 year ago

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Superman/Batman Annual #4: A Time Beyond Hope

Read Date: July 08, 2023 Cover Date: August 2010 ● Writer: Paul Levitz ● Penciler: Renato Guedes ● Inker: José Wilson Magalhaés ● Colorist: Renato Guedes ● Letterer: Steve Wands ● Editor: Eddie Berganza ◦ Rex Ogle ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● I think this is the one I need to read for the podcast, but… if it’s the right one, the podcast info will be below as usual. ● I know next to nothing about Batman Beyond. don’t even know who this Batman is ● Terry? ● I can see where this suit is a bit intimidating

● so Wayne—presumably Bruce—is on the intercom ● yup, an older Bruce ● Terry McGinnis? my first time hearing of him. ● Metallo. new one for me, too ● why did you say “Three!” outloud, Terry?? element of surprise, my man. element of surprise. ● an article of clothing over a chair and a few papers on the floor doesn’t qualify as “inhumanly filthy,” Terry ● “He doesn’t even know how lonely he is.” —oof ● 👏👏👏👏

Synopsis: The story opens with Batman busting some thugs from Metropolis and questioning why they're in Gotham. One of them says that there's a ghost nabbing criminals off the streets without a trace. Following a lead, Terry stakes out the city trying to find a drug dealer from Metropolis. Discovering that Metallo is behind the drug trafficking, Terry manages to drop him in a river while recovering a bag of his product to take back for testing. Returning to the Batcave, Batman and his mentor, Bruce, find that they all have a small degree of kryptonite in them.

Going to Metropolis, Batman looks for clues, completely missing the most recent round of disappearances. Unsuccessful, Bruce tells Batman to check a private address for an old friend but instead finds the place unlived in and a list of automatic payments set up to keep people from snooping. One of these payments is for flowers to be delivered to the grave of Lois Lane once a week for the last ten years. Terry goes to the grave to investigate further and is completely unaware that Superman is watching him from above. Unable to walk among the public now that everyone has trace amounts of kryptonite in them, Superman's inner monologue tells us that Lex Luthor is behind this.

Going undercover in his civilian identity as Terry, Batman joins a gang stealing drugs, to trace them back to their boss. The robbery goes bad and the ghost takes everyone but Terry. Winning favor with the local boss, Terry is sent with a new gang to steal a Solar Power Concentrator from the Fortress of Solitude. All but Terry and one other are captured by the ghost as they claim their prize. Returning to the mastermind's shielded lair, Terry finds Lex waiting and fully aware of Terry's dual identity. Lex attacks Terry just as Superman appears to save the day. Lex powers up the Solar Concentrator making a battle suit manned by one of his men that's just as strong as Superman. Weakened by the kryptonite in Luthor's hover chair, Superman takes a beating as Terry finds a way to get rid of the chair. As Superman's strength is restored, he beats the armored thug and Luthor states when he dies all of Metropolis is rigged to die with him. Superman takes a miniature Phantom Zone projector out of his pocket and imprisons Luthor for eternity, preventing the city from being destroyed. Terry determines that Superman is the ghost and has been trapping people in the Phantom Zone all this time. Superman announces that he's leaving Earth to see the universe and hands the Phantom Zone Projector to Terry to be the new jailor. Superman flies off after giving Terry a watch and telling him to call if he ever needs help.

(https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Superman/Batman_Annual_Vol_1_4)

Fan Art: Batman beyond by glencanlas

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taomyou · 2 years ago

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The Romance of Reimbursements - Chapter 16

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader Status: COMPLETED Summary: There’s a guy you see every Friday on bus 143, and you think he’s pretty hot. It wouldn’t hurt to tell your best friend about him, would it? or, you and Levi take the same bus home from work every Friday, and you fall in love slowly, clumsily, and with all the time in the world to fold as many paper stars as your heart desires. Word Count: 7.7k Tags: slow burn, friends to lovers, modern au, office au, fluff, romance, meet-cute, matchmaking (A/N: this fic is entirely available on ao3 here if you would like to read it there instead!) Chapter Navigation Accompanying Playlist

the feeling not understood

When you're comfortably situated in your usual seat on bus 143 on Monday after work, you reach to take your phone out of your pocket to give yourself something to occupy yourself with for the next 45 minutes. You see a text from Hange, so you smile and go to unlock your phone to read it.

Hange - 5:20 PM

Remember to leave saturday free!!! We're celebrating Moblit's birthday with everyone at Sina's :D

You - 5:22 PM

his birthday is today, right?

Hange - 5:23 PM

Yup!!

You - 5:23 PM

tell him i say happy birthday ^^

Hange - 5:24 PM

What makes you think Im seeing him today?

You smile to yourself and shake your head. Right, they still don't know you know they're together.

You - 5:25 PM

i never said you were going to see him today i simply don't have his number to tell him myself

Hange - 5:25 PM

WAIT HAVE I NEVER ADDED YOU TO OUR GROUP CHAT????? Oh my god I cant believe we've gone this far without adding you IM SO SORRY

You roll your eyes.

You - 5:26 PM

it really isn't a big deal, i don't need anyone's number

Hange - 5:26 PM

NO NO I MUST RIGHT MY WRONGS Honestly tho we never use it anymore bc Levi has had us muted since like february and we have to text him separately anyway STILL I AM SO SO SORRY LET ME ASK THEM RN IF I CAN ADD YOU

Before you can even come up with a way to tell them that you really don't mind that you haven't gotten access to this apparently dead group chat, you see a text from a group chat titled The Hottest People Ever. You giggle at the title before switching over to see what's going on there.

Hange's typing when you get loaded in, but they're taking a while to type out whatever they're trying to say, so you go to check who's in the group chat. There's two numbers you don't have saved (presumably Mike and Moblit), Hange, of course, Levi, and Erwin.

Erwin's number is actually saved as "Erwin (WORK, DO NOT ANSWER)" because you haven't had the chance to change it since becoming better friends, so you quickly remove the parenthetical before clicking back to the chat.

Hange - 5:30 PM

Hello!!! WELCOME TO THE GROUP CHAT ASTRAEA!! Everyone say hi pls :D

Unknown Number - 5:31 PM

Hello! This is Moblit :)

You - 5:32 PM

hi!! happy birthday ^^

You quickly go to add him to your contacts, as well as Mike since he’s probably the other number you don’t already have.

Moblit - 5:33 PM

Oh, thank you!

Everyone else is probably busy, going by the fact that there’s no other texts that come in, so you exit out of the chat to scroll through SNS.

In the middle of you reading some random news article talking about the economy, you get a text from Erwin.

Weird, he never texts you. If anything, he’s the type to only call.

You tap on the notification to see what’s up.

Erwin - 6:05 PM

Sorry for the late notice, but could you stay late tomorrow? I need help with something.

The period at the end of the message comes off as way more passive aggressive than you’re sure he intended, but you still feel intimidated by the relatively minor punctuation.

You - 6:08 PM

Sure.

You cringe when you go to send the message, the capitalization and punctuation too serious for how you normally text, but you figure that’s good enough of a way to respond to Erwin (who was just speaking to you as your boss and not your friend).

You hope that he takes offense to your reply, actually. Who actually wants to stay even later than normal at their fucking office job?

You get home soon thereafter, and while you do your homely chores and get dinner ready, you try your best to take your mind off of the impending doom that awaits you at work tomorrow. Knowing how the workflow has been for the last… four months now, Erwin’s probably asking for your help for the rest of the week and not just Tuesday.

At least you have Saturday’s dinner to look forward to. Maybe you can tell the waiter to pick Erwin’s credit card in the roulette.

✰

The next morning when you leave for work, you're unsurprised to see Moblit walking out of Hange's apartment, arms full with bags of gifts. You both wave to each other in greeting, and because you're both headed in the same direction, you end up walking together.

“Need help with the gifts?”

“No, I’m alright. Thank you for offering, though!”

“You sure? Your arms are, uh, pretty full.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind.”

There’s a door between where you are and where the elevator is, so you go ahead and get that open so he can get through. You push the button for the ground floor, and he thanks you before the both of you step into the lift.

“How’re you and Hange? You guys look really happy together,” you tell him in earnest.

“Oh! Have they finally told you? I thought they wanted to keep it a secret, like, for fun.”

You roll your eyes. “They haven’t, you guys are just terrible at sneaking around.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, I guess we are. I run into you practically every time I’m leaving their place.”

“Yeah, I don’t really know what you were thinking with that,” you say.

The elevator beeps once you’ve reached the ground floor, and you step out first so you can hold the doors open as he stumbles out. He thanks you, and before you split paths, he answers your question from earlier.

“And we’re great, I feel like I’m falling in love with them all over again,” he beams. “I’ve had a crush on them since uni, but I didn’t really know what to do about it until a couple months ago.”

You reflexively smile and go to put a hand over your heart. Moblit’s such a sweet guy, you really couldn’t wish anyone better for your best friend.

“You guys are so cute,” you gush. “Drop hints to go public, yeah? I have a bunch of candid photos of you and them walking in the courtyard here, and I’m sure Hange would want them.”

He perks up. “Wait, could you send those to me? My phone wallpaper is just an old picture of us at graduation, but I’ve been meaning to change it.”

You nod enthusiastically. “Yeah, of course, I’ll get them to you!”

You wave goodbye to him, and he gives you a nod before heading off to the parking lot and presumably back to his car.

Ugh, you hate the both of them (in a “they’re so cute, I need to strangle them” kind of way).

As you’re walking over to the bus station, you sigh, remembering what Erwin texted you yesterday.

Thinking about it presently, what is there for you to even help him with? He definitely is the better lawyer between the two of you (objectively, at the very least), so what does he need you specifically for?

Yeah, you most definitely will be making sure his card gets chosen on Saturday.

✰

Turns out, Erwin needed you to review some work reports, entrusting the task to you while he's gone at higher-up meetings. You were right to assume that it wouldn’t be just Tuesday—it was Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday.

Reviewing such paperwork isn’t particularly difficult, but it takes fucking forever, and you can’t afford to make any mistakes. Because of this, the next couple of days pass by slowly, with both nothing and everything happening all at once.

Unfortunately, the slow pace doesn’t mean anything anyway because you aren't able to get even a second to breathe, and when you finally go to take your seat next to Levi on Friday at 3:02 PM, you can only greet him with a defeated sigh.

It’s a miracle you’re here at all, considering how late you’ve been coming out of the office for the last 3 days. How you managed to get all of your work done before this exact moment, you have no idea.

You’re too exhausted to try and strike up conversation in the moment, so you prop your briefcase up higher so you can put your head down on it comfortably and close your eyes.

“Sorry, is it okay if I rain check on talking today?” Your voice comes out weaker than you intend it to, but you’re much too tired to pay any attention to it.

You feel a bit of weight at your left side, and you’re unsurprised when you turn to see that Levi’s lightly tapped his shoulder against yours.

“Yeah, get some sleep.”

You hum tiredly. “I don’t need sleep.”

“You sure about that?”

“Yep, I just need to quit my job,” you whine. “Ugh, I still have to go grocery shopping, maybe I’ll go tomorrow.”

“Are you actually going to do that? Quit your job?”

“Of course not, but it’s nice to dream.”

Your mind actually is too busy to let you fall asleep even with your head down, so you just sit there quietly, waiting for the bus to eventually get to your destination.

For whatever reason, it feels like it’s enough to just be sitting next to Levi. Your nerves leave you slowly, and you eventually get to settle further into your spot and enjoy as the scenery passes you by.

It’s the middle of spring, so the flora on the route is in full bloom, lighting up the way with bright colors and visible gusts of pollen.

You wish you could muster up the energy to talk to Levi—to ask him about his week, to tell him about yours.. You’re not physically tired; you very well could.

But when you turn to look at him, he looks content with the silence that covers the two of you, going by his stare out at the same flowery paths that pass by in the window.

You open your mouth to speak, but you can’t find the words to say. Somehow, you can sense that if you do talk, he’s just going to tell you to shut up anyway.

Or maybe he’d look up the definition of “rain check” on his phone to make sure you understand what it means.

You smile gently at the thought before putting your head down again on your briefcase, and you close your eyes. Not really to sleep, but you might as well try to get some of your energy back before heading home.

✰

When the bus’s sound system tells you that you’ve reached Rose, you lift your head from your briefcase and yawn, making sure to cover your mouth. “Get home safe, Levi,” you tell him, slowly blinking yourself awake.

When you wave goodbye to him, however, you’re taken off-guard by the warmth that takes over you when he takes hold of your hand and gently pulls you up.

You get the message quickly enough and scramble to get your briefcase secured in your other hand, but you’re unable to ask any questions as you try to get yourself oriented enough to get off the bus.

You manage to tell the driver a “thank you,” but other than that, you’re at a loss for words until you’re both safely on the sidewalk, the bus leaving a huge gust of wind behind it and blowing both your and Levi's hair in all directions.

The two of you just stare at each other, daring the other to speak, but you hardly feel like you’re the one who has to do any explaining.

And he probably feels the same way, because he wordlessly turns away from you and lightly tugs at your hand. When he starts walking, you have to jog a step or two to catch up with him.

“Where are we going?”

He doesn’t slow his pace, instead giving a squeeze to your hand. The contact is hardly meaningful in that he’s probably only holding your hand to drag you around, so you won’t take it as anything else.

“Surprise.”

Well, you doubt he could take you anywhere surprising, especially when you know that the only things in the immediate area are Magnolia Floral Company, the supermarket, and his car, but you suppose you’ll entertain him. Not like you have anywhere else to be anyway.

When you’re taken to the front of the supermarket, you’re hardly surprised, but you still play along. “The grocery store? I never would’ve guessed!”

He rolls his eyes and flicks your forehead, eliciting a whine from you. “Really, now?”

While you rub at your forehead to make a show of the pain (it really doesn’t hurt at all, it’s just in good fun), he drags you both over to get a shopping cart. He puts his backpack in, and you follow suit with your briefcase.

He lets go of your hand to push the cart, and you feel like you miss the warmth. It’s hardly winter, and the weather is definitely warm enough, but your hand feels… cold, all of a sudden.

Instead of weaving through the lanes like you’d think he normally would, he stops at the very beginning of the produce section and just stares at you.

You blink owlishly at him. “What’re you looking at me for?”

He rolls his eyes, almost ruefully so. “You’re the one who has to get groceries, or did you forget already?”

You raise an eyebrow. “That’s why we’re here?”

“Yes, so start putting shit in and let me pay while you’re at it,” he says. Before you can protest, he continues. “And none of your ‘stop paying me back’ shit, we both know neither of us are letting up anytime soon.”

You’re still frozen in place, at yet another loss for words, but when Levi reaches over to seemingly try and flick your forehead again, you move out of the way to get out in front of him. “Okay, okay, but you have to get something too. I don’t want this to be a waste of your time.”

He scoffs. “As if I have anything better to do right now.”

You lead the both of you through the aisles, looking at anything and everything. You’re hesitant to add things to the cart, but even when you put things back on the shelf, Levi moves to put them in anyway. You chastise him for it, telling him you don’t want him spending too much money on you, but he just flips you off and continues to follow you as you venture through the store.

At the checkout, he’s quick to get ahead of you so you don't get the chance to pay, and you just roll your eyes before loading everything on the conveyor belt.

When the cashier hands the receipt to him, Levi scratches both the singular and total prices out with his nail before handing the long sheet to you. “For you to make your stars.”

You take it from him with a nod, and you tuck it into your pocket before helping him put everything back in the cart. He pushes it out for you, and before you know it, you’re both in front of his car.

“I assume you’re driving me home.”

“No, you’re gonna have to haul all of this stuff back to the bus,” he deadpans. “Yes, get in.”

You laugh. “At least let me help put everything in your car.”

He shakes his head, but he lets you do just that. He wheels the cart back to its designated space in the parking lot after handing you his keys to start the car, and you get yourself situated in the passenger seat after you do that. By the time he comes back, you’ve already torn off your first strip of paper, and you’re looping it onto itself.

He reaches over you to his glove box, and from it, he pulls out a small box of blueberry merlot tea. He puts it between the both of you on the little open space, probably because your hands aren’t free in the moment.

“Did you take me grocery shopping because you forgot to bring the tea with you?” You ask.

He hums to himself as he goes to back out of the parking space, his hand on the back of your headrest. “Maybe,” he replies, “but Erwin’s been complaining about work a lot more than usual, which means you probably had a tough week too. Might as well help make you feel better while you’re here.”

You sigh. “As if it isn’t his fault I’ve been so busy at the office. That fucker asked me to help with reports all week.”

“Or so I’ve heard. Don’t worry, I chewed him out for it already.”

You laugh, and you shake your head. “Thank you, I guess.”

As always, the drive is silent, save for the rustling of paper. You reach your apartment easily enough, and he goes ahead and parks in the parking garage for the building. You hand him the stars you’ve made from the receipt, and he reaches over again for his glove box to put them away.

You know he’s going to do it anyway, so you let him carry some of the groceries up to your apartment with you. When you reach your unit, you get your keys and open the door to let him in to get everything set on the table.

You’re still at the door, watching as he does that, and when he comes back to you to leave, he gives a curt nod.

“Get home safe.”

“Stealing my jokes now?”

“I made it first.”

You blink. “Huh? When?”

He rolls his eyes. “When I dropped you off after our Valentine’s Day disaster.”

You sigh, shaking your head. “You still make fun of me when I say it.”

“It’s only funny when I say it.”

“You get home safe too, then.”

He nods, and you watch as he starts to walk back in the direction you both came from, and before you can stop yourself, you yell out his name.

“Levi!”

He isn’t too far, so the volume really isn’t necessary, but he still turns around. “What?”

You look back and forth between him and the groceries that’re set on your dining table, and you think for maybe two seconds before deciding that it’d only be fair for him to at least have some use for your groceries, seeing as he’s the one who paid for them.

“Do you want to stay for dinner?” You ask.

He stares blankly back at you, but after checking the time on his watch, he eventually shrugs and walks back over to you. “Sure, but only if you let me help cook.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, and you open the door further to let him inside again. “Okay, fine.”

You go to quickly change out of your work clothes, not wanting to get them dirty with anything in the kitchen, and you bring back the same set of clothes Levi wore last time he was over so he can do the same. He excuses himself to go change, and you hum to yourself as you get everything sorted out so you can figure out what to cook for the both of you. Levi comes back out relatively quickly, his work clothes neatly folded up, and he sets that at the edge of your dining table before joining you in the kitchen.

You aren’t able to figure out what you should make, but it seems that Levi has more cooking knowledge than you when he naturally takes initiative in deciding for the both of you. Of course, he asks you if it’s alright to use any ingredients before he does, but you wave him off every time and tell him that he doesn’t need to keep asking.

You let him guide you throughout everything, listening along as he directs you to chop this, stir that, whatever it is. There isn’t much room for any other conversation, but that’s fine with you.

Dinner gets made quickly enough, and with a pot of blueberry merlot tea between the two of you, you start to eat.

You take a sip of the tea first, though, and you give it a solid 7/10. He does the same, but he gives a 5/10, citing the fact that it doesn’t have caffeine as reason for its lowered rating.

You both take the time now to talk about work, since you weren’t able to earlier on the bus, and conversation flows easily. Talking about the misery of the last workweek makes up for the trouble because it lets you completely let go of any of the anxieties you had about it, and when Levi talks about the hell that is grading college papers, you know he feels the same as you do.

After you’re both done venting about work and your coworkers and your clients and practically everyone else in the world, the topic shifts over to Moblit’s birthday dinner the next day.

“Are you bringing a present?”

He shakes his head. “He’s not a gifts person, never accepts them from anyone.”

You go to cover your mouth to stifle your giggle. “Right, right.”

“How’s that funny?”

“I saw him leaving Hange’s place on Tuesday, he was bringing home a bunch of gifts from them.”

Levi sighs, shaking his head again. “I would say I’m surprised, but I’m not.”

“Does he like sweets? I’d feel awkward showing up without at least that.”

“That’s not a terrible idea, but knowing him, he’s probably going to give it all to Hange.”

“That’s alright, still better than nothing,” you muse, swirling the teacup in your hand. “We could make something together. Maybe you could bring some of it home for Isabel and Furlan, too?”

Levi hums. “If you’re fine with it.”

You nod, going to take another sip of your tea before gathering your now-finished plate and utensils to bring to the sink. You hold out another hand to Levi’s spot at the table, and he shoos your hand away before getting up himself to put his tableware into the sink.

He tries to start washing them, but you gently shove him out of the way before turning on the faucet.

“Remember what we said? No washing dishes at the other person’s place.”

He doesn’t give any contest, but he grabs the small dish towel that hangs on a ring above your sink, and he waits next to you so that he can dry the dishes before putting them away.

The running water is loud enough to fill your relatively small apartment, so neither you nor Levi feel any need to talk. While Levi finishes up with drying and putting your tableware away, you take out your recipe book from one of the upper cupboards.

You check the time on your phone: 7:31 PM.

It's quite late already, so you flip through the pages to try and find something that doesn’t take that long to make. Levi is done with getting everything put away shortly thereafter, and he comes up next to you to watch as you figure out what to make.

“Is there anything he likes in particular?” You ask.

“He likes brownies,” he answers. “Do you know how to make those?”

You look over at him, mock offense on your face. “You think I don’t know how to make brownies?”

He puts his hands up, sarcastically so. “Sue me.”

You shake your head with a smile, and you go to close your recipe book. “I will.” You start heading over to your cabinets to get the ingredients, knowing already what you need. “Could you get some eggs and butter from the fridge? Just take out everything you can find.”

“Yeah.”

Soon enough, there’s a hefty pile of ingredients on your kitchen counter, and now you’re the one directing Levi to do things. You turn on the oven and get the ingredients measured out, but you leave everything else up to Levi.

Brownies are certainly not complicated and you could have very easily just made these on your own, but you still feel happy to be making them with him. He struggles a bit here and there, but he doesn’t give up, which is more than you could say for Hange whenever you’re in these situations with them.

It’s weird. Ordinarily when you teach other people how to bake, they feel more like a hindrance to the process than any help.

You let Levi finish mixing the batter while you get the pans prepared, and you can see a faint smile on his face when he goes to pour it all in.

It warms your heart to know that he’s having fun, even if he doesn’t quite know what he’s doing.

You’ve just finished putting away the dirtied utensils and food scale, so you come over to where he is so you can help scrape off the rest of the batter from the bowl.

You quickly get some star confetti sprinkles from your cabinet to put on top (you know, to make the brownies more birthday-esque, or whatever), and you hand the shaker to Levi once the lid’s off.

After that, you open the oven door for him to slide the pans inside, and you close it once they’re all neatly put in.

Looking over at him now, you laugh when you’re met with a better view of his flour-dusted front. “Can I take a picture?”

“Fuck no,” he scoffs. “How long do they take in the oven?”

You shrug. “40 minutes, give or take.” He looks past you and at the bathroom, and so you assume he wants to wash up. “You can shower, if you’d like.”

“I am never taking a shower here ever again,” he laments. “I’ll just go change back into my work clothes.”

“My shower really isn’t that hard to use, but that's fine,” you tease.

He walks past you and into the bathroom, making sure to stop by at the dining table to pick up his clothes on his way there. You go ahead and get started on washing even more dishes, and you hum to yourself as you scrub them clean.

Levi comes back just in time to grab the drying towel a second time, and he does that next to you while you wash the soap off your arms.

For the rest of the time the brownies bake, you and Levi migrate over to the couch and turn on the TV. Thankfully, you find a decently entertaining episode of Shark Tank to put on, and you and Levi shout at the TV when the contestants pass on offers from the Sharks or when the investors say something stupid.

The oven beeps to tell you that the brownies are ready, so you excuse yourself to go take those out to cool. You’re quick in doing so, and not even three minutes later, you’re back on the couch, screaming at Mark Cuban for passing on an especially cute line of plush animals.

You and Levi spend the next hour or so keeping up with this. Thankfully, all the contestants in this extended episode are incredibly bad at their pitch, so there’s no hard feelings from either of you when practically all of them leave the Tank without any deals.

You doubt that Levi understands the business lingo any better than you do, but you’re glad he finds as much fun in yelling at the screen as you do.

The ending credits roll, and you stretch upwards, yawning. “What time is it?”

Levi checks his watch. “10:15.”

You hum. “Let me get some brownies for you to take home.” You get up from your spot on the couch, and Levi follows closely after you. You grab some cellophane bags, twist ties, and star tags from your cabinet, as well as some disposable gloves for yourself.

You move everything over to the dining table so you can sit while you work, and when you come back with a knife to cut everything, Levi’s there too.

“Can I help?”

You nod with a lazy smile on your face.

“Please.”

You slip on your gloves after giving the bags to Levi, and you carefully go to cut out neat squares from the pans.

“Where’d you learn how to bake?” He asks.

You sigh. “It’s been a while since anyone’s asked me that.”

“Sorry,” he apologizes quickly.

“No, you’re good.” You hum as you reangle your knife to start going in the perpendicular direction. “I don’t know, everywhere? I watched my mom do it as a kid, and I picked it up as a hobby when I was in high school.”

“You didn’t come out of the womb with a whisk?”

You snort. “No, but I might as well have. Could you open a bag for me?”

He does, and you slip in the first brownie.

“Thanks.”

“Did you ever want to be a baker? Not that law isn’t admirable either.”

You nod, careful as you continue putting away brownies. Levi continues holding out bags for you to do it efficiently.

“A little, but I didn’t really consider it when I got older. It’s still fun, though, I like it a lot,” you tell him.

“Evidently.”

You smile, shaking your head. “Yeah, I’m sure.” One of the brownie’s hasn’t been cut properly, so you set that aside for you and Levi to have later. “It’s nice anyway, everyone likes being friends with the baker, so it made socializing easier for me.”

“Had trouble making friends?”

You shrug. “I guess, yeah. I was always busy with school, so I never really went out. Baking just gave me another crutch.”

He nods in understanding. “If it’s worth anything, I don’t think anybody now only sees you as a free baker.”

“Not even Isabel?”

He scrunches his nose and aggressively shakes his head. “Absolutely not, she never fucking shuts up about how much she loves you.”

You laugh. “She’s a sweet kid.”

“Hange used to call you ‘Sugar,’ though. Before we knew your name.”

You cringe. “That’s the name they chose for me? I couldn’t get something cooler?”

He nods nonchalantly. “They would not shut up about how they hit the jackpot getting you as a neighbor because you’d always come over with snacks for them.”

You laugh at the memory. “Yeah, I was still used to baking for groups of people, and I didn’t know what else to do with my leftovers.”

By now, all the brownies have been put into their bags, so you go to throw away your gloves, get the pans in the sink, and come back with two pens to write on the tags. You hand one to Levi, and you tell him to just write whatever he wants for Isabel and Furlan, and you can do the tags for Moblit.

You make sure to put that one misshapen brownie on a plate between the two of you, and while you write, you both take small pieces from it.

“Did Hange ever give me a different name or did they stick with Sugar?” You ask.

“You know them, they never change names for anyone,” he complains. “They say it works anyway, since you’re apparently so sweet.”

“What, you don’t think I am?” You tease. You’re both looking down at your writing so you don’t catch his reaction to that, but he does take a while to respond.

“I never said that.”

The two of you continue writing on the tags in silence, and soon enough, all of them are being looped onto iridescent twist ties. There’s more than enough for Levi to take home with him even after you have a good amount prepared for Moblit, so you have to excuse yourself to grab a bag for him to put his share in.

You hold the bag open for Levi to put everything inside, and you laugh when you see that he’s addressed Isabel and Furlan with curse words instead of their names on his tags. He helps you put Moblit’s share into some boxes that you had leftover from when you made all that shortbread for him a while ago.

You watch as Levi slides on his shoes, and before you can open the door to let him out, you remember he still has your clothes.

“You can just leave the clothes you borrowed here.”

“I don’t mind taking care of it.”

You wave him off. “It’s okay, I’m doing laundry tomorrow anyway.”

“If you say so.” He unloops one of his backpack straps to bring it forward and take out your clothes.

You take them from him. “Yeah.” You go to open the door for him, and he steps out into the hallway.

You bring your hand up to wave goodbye to him, but before you can actually do the motion, he brings his hand up too. You half expect him to grab your hand again, like he did on the bus, or maybe even give you a hi-five, but instead, he swipes at your cheek with his thumb.

Again, it feels warm—comfortable. You almost feel yourself wanting to lean into the touch further, but his hand doesn’t linger on your skin for any longer than it needs to.

He flips his thumb back to you. “Crumb.”

You nervously laugh, rubbing the back of your neck with your already raised hand. “Right, thanks. Get home safe, Levi.”

“You too.”

“I’m sure I will.”

This time, when you watch his figure disappear around the corner of your apartment floor’s hallway, you don’t call after him.

You almost wish you do, only to see his face again before he has to go.

✰

The next day, you feel… confused as you go through the motions of your morning and afternoon. Hange comes over at around 4 to get ready with you, and you manage to fend off the nerves, but they come back again in the car.

For once, you’re grateful their driving is so horrendous. If anything, you’ll just let the feeling of crashing be more paramount than anything else.

Nothing even happened last night. Nothing insurmountable, at least. He went grocery shopping with you, drove you home, you invited him inside to make dinner and dessert with you, and he left.

But the feeling—this one, where you feel so comfortable—you don’t know what to do with it.

It doesn’t have you red in the face. It doesn’t fill your stomach with butterflies. It doesn’t force you to shy away from spending time with him.

If anything, it prompts you to do exactly that. It’s weird. It’s so glaringly different from the attraction you felt in the beginning, when you didn’t know his name and he was just another stranger you saw on the bus once a week.

Do you even have to figure this out? It could very well just be something completely normal, and you’ve been overthinking it this entire time.

Hange suddenly stops the car, which snaps you out of your thoughts. Though you’re grateful for the mental break, you have to grip even harder than you already were on the grip handle above your seat.

“What the fuck, man!?”

They only laugh before going to take their key out of the ignition. “Well, we’re here!”

You shudder before getting out of the car, careful not to forget anything, and the two of you join the others in the waiting area. You’re the last to arrive, courtesy of Hange’s poor driving skills, and you watch as they naturally drift towards Moblit.

Mike and Erwin, upon seeing you and Hange enter, go to the reservations desk to presumably tell them “table for Smith,” and that leaves you and Levi alone with each other. You raise the boxes of brownies you brought with you, and he nods in acknowledgement of it.

“Did Isabel and Furlan like them?” You ask, unsure of what else to talk about.

“They liked them too much,” he whines. “Begged me for the recipe and everything.”

“I don’t have one written down, but I can do that on a napkin while we wait for our food,” you offer.

“That’d be nice,” he says. You nod, and then your group of six are guided by a hostess.

The rest of the night is a whirlwind, spurred by Hange’s excitement to celebrate their boyfriend’s birthday with their other friends present. You hand Moblit his brownies, and like the saint he is, he thanks you before splitting it up between everyone at the table. You, Levi, and Erwin refuse them, but he insists that he’d rather share than have to take so many of them home.

You aren’t able to write out the recipe on a napkin as promised because the napkins are fabric, but after figuring out the measurements for a more… manageable batch, you text the information to Levi.

Levi does actually call over the waitress to bring over paper napkins for you, just like when you both came here on Valentine’s Day, and you thank him before starting to tear at the paper. You hand that one to Levi, and instead of rejecting it like you expect him to, he takes it and waits for you to make yours so he can follow along again.

When the food eventually comes to your table, all six of you can do is eat in silence to savor the expensive taste as well as you can. There’s no drinking tonight, probably because everyone drove here in smaller groups and it’d be too inconvenient to figure out how to get home, but it’s still lively and exciting.

Towards the end of the night, you and Hange slip away to “the bathroom” to tell the waitress that it’s Moblit’s birthday and to pick Erwin’s credit card, and when you come back, you both have to act surprised when the whole restaurant starts singing Happy Birthday and when Erwin gets fucked by the expensive bill.

Levi seems to catch on that you’re responsible for Erwin losing the roulette, but he only rolls his eyes and doesn’t make a scene out of it.

When everything’s paid for and everyone’s back outside, just about ready to part ways for the night, Hange winces.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

They nervously go to scratch behind their ears. “Do you think you could find another ride home? I totally forgot to tell you, but I’m going over to Moblit’s to, uh,” their gaze drifts off to their not-so-secret lover, “test some liquor!”

You should’ve expected as much, but it’s no trouble.

Get some, Hange!

You wave them off, and you look around at the group. “I’m sure least one of them have a seat to spare.”

They wrap you in a warm hug, nearly crushing you, and you return the gesture with just as much enthusiasm. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you so much!”

You try to wiggle out of their grip after a while, but they don’t really let up, instead rocking back-and-forth with you still in their arms.

Their grip on you finally loosens up when Levi comes up to you, and he practically has to pry them off of you before they let go. You thank him, and Hange’s off to go… test liquor with Moblit, the two of them headed for where Hange parked their car.

Erwin chimes in first. “Mike and I live in the opposite direction, so you can go with Levi.”

“Is that okay with you?” You ask him.

Instead of answering, Levi goes to stomp (lightly) on your toes, and you take that as a yes.

You and Levi give your goodbyes to the other two men, and you follow him to his car.

This sure does feel like a repeat of Valentine’s Day. It's parked in the exact same spot.

When you’re both in the car and about ready to leave, he hands you the receipt, telling you that Erwin forgot to take it before he left. You thank him for the paper, and you promptly start tearing and folding it.

The ride is completely silent, again, with only the sound of crinkling paper filling the vehicle, but it’s comfortable. Almost alarmingly so.

You drop the stars into the palm of Levi’s hand when he’s parked at the curb of your building, he reaches over to put them away in his glove box, and nothing is said other than a “get home safe” from the both of you.

When you get safely inside your apartment, you don’t even know what you’re supposed to do.

At least when you were constantly anxious and high-alert around Levi, you could at least find reason to denounce those feelings and get rid of them.

Maybe you should ask Erwin to give you extra work this week to distract yourself.

Who are you kidding, you definitely aren’t going to do that.

Still, when you go to sleep that night, you wish for more opportunities to skip on thinking about it entirely, and even more opportunities to just enjoy the feeling while it’s there.

✰

Both fortunately and unfortunately, your wish is granted to you.

Unlike last week, this week is fast. It rushes past you, works you as hard as it can, and spits you out without so much as a “thank you” for your efforts.

Erwin, bless his heart, apologizes profusely and comes by your office often to check up on you, but you barely spare him a glance whenever he passes through.

The only silver lining in any of this is that Friday comes just as quickly. That and the fact that the hustle and bustle doesn’t give you any time to overthink any of your feelings.

When you go to take your seat on bus 143 at 3:09 PM on Friday, you have to put your head down after you hand Levi his tea. You ask for another rain check, and Levi doesn’t make any fuss about it before taking out his phone to busy himself.

Unfortunately, because there’s a lot of traffic on this particular Friday, there’s plenty of starts and stops, all of which break you out of your resting state. The sounds of city bustle don’t help either. When the bus comes to a sudden halt for what feels like the hundredth time in the last ten minutes, you groan and lean your head back, looking up at the ceiling.

You chuckle halfheartedly. “Maybe I should just jump out the window and walk the rest of the way home.”

Levi scoffs next to you. “We’re still in the city, you might as well stay here until Monday.”

“That’d be better than getting shaken awake every three seconds.”

“You were sleeping?"

“I wasn’t, but I can’t really rest with the traffic. My briefcase isn’t the most comfortable thing in the world either.” You sigh and prop your elbow on your lap, resting your head on your hand. “So, how was your week? We might as well talk if I can’t keep my eyes closed.”

He doesn’t say anything, so you naturally turn to look at him. He’s propping up his backpack straighter on his lap, and he slides his phone into the front pocket.

He turns to look at you when that’s done, and the two of you hold eye contact before he looks away and out the window in front of your seats.

“You can rest on my shoulder.”

You lazily shake your head. “No, it’s okay. That’s probably uncomfortable for you, and you seem tired enough from work.”

“You literally look like you’re about to fall forward,” he scolds. “And no talking, you need to rest.”

“Geez, you make it sound like I’m sick or something,” you joke.

“Picked it up from you,” he contests.

You follow his gaze out towards the window, and you hum. “But it’s okay, I can stay up.” As if on cue, you have to yawn, and you can see Levi shake his head out of the corner of your eye.

Before you can bark out something to dismiss any further scolding, you hear him turning towards you again. You wait, still staring out the window, but you watch as his left hand reaches over to push your head gently onto his right shoulder.

It feels awkward, honestly, and you kinda want to laugh.

You’d think the touch was romantic, but it hardly is when he struggles to reach over the backpack in his lap and your briefcase, and the bumps of the roads that knock you back-and-forth hardly do anything to help the atmosphere either.

But still, the act has you breaking out into a shy smile.

Had it been months ago, you probably would’ve passed out then-and-there from just his touch alone, but you don’t feel any red creeping up at all.

Just a quiet, comfortable glow in your chest, and a smile that acts as a silent thanks to him for lending you his shoulder for the rest of the ride.

He pulls his hand away from your head, and he reorients himself to look outside again, and he sits up straight against the back of the seat. You don’t dare move your head away, instead just slightly turning to look at his face, and you close your eyes once you see that he's comfortably settled back into his seat.

“So, how was your—”

“Just shut the fuck up,” he mumbles.

You sleepily hum. “You like silencing women?”

He groans. “Fuck off.”

You laugh and shake your head, position permitting. You close your eyes, and you hum to yourself as you try to find your sleep.

Yeah, you can figure out your feelings later.

You know you definitely shouldn’t be continuing to put off the emotionally daunting task, but you definitely don’t want to confront anything right now.

You still think it’s weird, that much hasn’t changed. And this is definitely not normal. That much is apparent, more so now than before when you were first starting to question things halfheartedly.

All you need to know is that here, with him, you’re comfortable.

For you, it’s enough to know that. Even if it isn’t, you’re okay with not knowing anything else, so you'll just spend the next... however many minutes left of your ride through the traffic, with him, trying to imprint the comfort that he gives you into yourself as well as you can.

✰

Next Chapter

#attack on titan #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #tao.levi #levi ackerman #levi aot #the romance of reimbursements #levi #fanfiction

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drakeanddice · 10 months ago

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INT. BAY 08 - DAY

Stills and Woob, journeyman mech-techs shot from low angle, as if shot from the workbench. Their hands move as if on autopilot, smeared with viscous amber fluids.

STILLS Y’think it’s the rev-limiter?

WOOB How’s that?

STILLS Rev-limiter. Sits about here?

WOOB There’s nothing there.

STILLS Kinda what I mean.

WOOB I can see how that’d be a problem. Doesn’t explain the grinding sound the pilot was talking about when they throttle up. Hand me the number 6 spliner.

STILLS

(Passing a strange gadget)

Woob, the whole assembly’s gone. Don’t think that’s gonna grind a little?

WOOB

It’ll grind, sure. But not like (makes a low, phlegmy grinding sound)

More like a

(imitates a high-pitched whining grinding sound)

Ain’t the rev limiter. They work in silence for a beat.

STILLS

I was just thinking—

WOOB

(interrupting)

It ain’t the rev-limiter

STILLS

I was thinking about maybe asking Bay Chief if Cossie could be up to joining us on the knee-actuator job. It’d be good for her to get hands in.

WOOB

(disinterested)

Mmhm.

STILLS

I mean, Op-Supe’s got her back in fabrication and you know how soul-crushing it is laying armo-plast shift after shift, eight hours a day. Gotta get her up here and in the fight, you know?

WOOB

(Increasingly disinterested)

Yup.

STILLS

Like, I don’t even know what she did to get Op-Supe’s panties bunched. Like, she’s not a junior tech. The hell she doing in the back shop when we’re out here drowning.

WOOB

(checked completely out)

Mmhm.

STILLS

Woob! You’re drifting.

WOOB

Uh, actually, I’m putting together the multiarticulating gimble for a multi-megawatt chemical laser for a warmachine whose pricetag out masses my salary by several orders of magnitude.

(Beat)

We can talk about how we’re going to rescue your girlfriend from the backshop when this thing stops making that weird noise, okay?

STILLS

(under her breath)

She’s not my girlfriend. She’s just

WOOB

A smoking hot polymath, top of her class, freshly transferred, and not afraid to stand up to her bay chief even if it gets her a month in the backshop? Yeah who’d be into that?

STILLS

She’d just be an asset, is all I’m saying.

WOOB

(like Groucho Marx)

And what an asset, amirite?

STILLS

You’re a child.

WOOB

Least my girlfriend didn’t slag a rev-limiter and get put in timeout.

Smash cut to Intro “BAY 8”

robot mecha anime that is almost entirely about all the hundreds of mechanics and engineers that make the mech possible. the actual mech is only ever shown in parts in the bay or as a blip on a radar. the whole this is shot in a way that makes the machine as eldritch and incomprehensible as the monsters it is fighting. maybe it’s set before digital video so all glimpses of it in action are bad angles on terrible analogue monitors. such that you never even really lock down how its anatomy works. the pilot can be there and be important, but like it’s like a weird eldritch horror take on office politics.

#writing #mecha

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stevensaus · 10 months ago

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A long time ago, this was my first Dungeons and Dragons character that I ever played. Technically my first AD&D character; while I had the Basic edition, I never ended up playing it with anyone else. Looking back, there's some things that aren't going to surprise anyone. Good-aligned cleric? Yup. Early teen me trying to act like I knew what "dope" was, trying to seem edgy and ending up cringe? Yup. Rationalizing away my -- I mean my character's -- lack of romantic success? Absolutely. Completely stereotypical backstory full of tropes and a strange incest twist? Yuuuuuuuuuuup. But I say all of that with a degree of fondness. This was my first "real" character. I've saved many of my characters over the years. Sometimes their stories can be summed up in a sentence: "I played Silent Bob during a dungeon crawl, only speaking once per session." Sometimes their stories have highs and lows spanning months or even years. Regardless of the version, regardless of the game system, the stories and laughter I and others have shared during roleplaying games... well, it was the real reward all along. Speaking of, there's still spots available to play in my Monday or Thursday night campaign, I'll be posting pick-up one-shot sessions frequently for the weekends. And I'm also available on demand, if you need a break from GM'ing for a week or two to run a one-shot online for your group. Check it out over at The Black Talons website: https://theblacktalons.com . As a last admin note, I've shifted the email subscribers for this site from Jetpack to MailChimp. If you'd like to get these blog posts via email, there's a form in the footer of the page. https://ideatrash.net/2024/08/looking-back-at-my-first-dungeons-and-dragons-character.html?feed_id=294&_unique_id=66cf1c95085e5

#essay #games #roleplayinggames #dungeonsanddragons

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dream-wrecker-blog · 2 years ago

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Hey guys. Sooo we all know that I’m not consistent on here. But when I show up! You have to admit, that its good. Lol

So today I had a really good conversation within myself.

To paint a clear picture, I work over nights. Which is really important. I’ll be explained later on. So my work night starts at 20:30 hrs. And thats just prep time. I actually start work at 21:00. I’m a newly promoted person in charge. Im a (SUPERIOR!!!!)

In my profession. It takes a while to earn this status. Which at one point I had turn down. So… to make a bigger deal of my position. There’s tiers. 1-9 and I’m at 5. But when I started this security position, which is part time by the way. I entered at level 3. Which cave me a bit of an ego boost. I’ve been with this part time security organization for 7 years. I would have been a tier 6 but because I declined my position before I’m at tier 5. Which at the time. I have to say was very wise.

So from 21:00 until 05:00 hrs. My team and I are a presence. A deterrent as you will. Most of us professional and proficient. While others are clearly here to cash the checks and buy a house.

At 05:00hrs. I head home. By which I go to through public transit. The 4 or 3 train to Brooklyn. YEA!!! Brooklyn. A part of New York I’m never really in. Or care to be in. Its a part of New York that feels as if its just segregated. And there’s just no need to be apart of. I mean they are the part of the city that get hit with the storms first. Thus! Slowing it down over the rest of the city.

By the tome I get home its 06:00hrs. And I take a shower and brush my teeth. I have a personal belief that when you work in service. Helping demographics that are under privileged, there negative energy clings to you.

When I w home the bathroom is the first place I go. I undress myself and kick the clothes in a corner. And get in the tub. I wash with soap thats been infused with green tea sage and one other banisher. And once I’m wet I wash my face and brush my teeth in the shower. Because why not! Once I get dressed I don’t see the point. While tired, doing these grooming steps I could have do e while in the shower.

After doing those tedious things. I begin to chant to my spirits and call them to help me remove the energy I picked up. And I continue to do this procedure until I feel clean and almost see the negative energy in the suds going down the drain.

Once I finish, I get out the tub and immediately from the back I stand and spray in the direction of the drain with bleach. After that I leave the bathroom. Prep some tea and take multivitamins capsules. Head back into the bathroom and run the shower on cold. Until the bleach is gone.

This is all the things I do before I head to bed. Once I jump in my sweet cradle of rest. I knock out for a few hours. By this time its 08:00. Then I typically sleep for 7 hours. And I should be awake at 14:00hrs. And procrastinate for an hour. Then I go the gym and hype myself up to be a body builder. To only almost die from too much pre-workout. Lol.

Yes this is true it happens a little too often for my liking. But after going to the gym at 1600 i head back to house to shower again and do this routine all over again.

Sounds like a lot right! Well… it is. Usually my job allows me to be in a hotel. “Great right” but! There are stipulations to these. Such as distance and how long it takes you to get to work. Unfortunately, for me I don’t quality. It takes me only (30/1.45) min from new lots to 42nd street. And I’m less than 30 miles. Soooo…….. yup..!… I don’t qualify

Honestly, its actually a good thing that I’m not in a hotel because they reserve the right to check your room. And you cannot have people over which sucks because I would have slutted it up

So the whole point of this rant is to give you insight into my day! Im 3 weeks in and to myself, walking home from the gym I had to express to myself out loud. I’m……. Not……… happy!!!!

Recently I had my own very modern version of eat pray love. Where I went to Africa on the east cost. And I with a very well established team help liberate this 3rd world group of people. We pretty my educated them on various methods of self preservation. My hand in it was cooking and giving my love and life into the food. They were eating.

There! I learned I wasn’t happy either. But there I had time to burn. Burn in the sense I was working and getting paid very well and!!! And! I had tome to think! All of my basic needs were met and I truly was able to deeply self reflect.

My reflection told me I wasted time and parts of my life on things that don’t even belong to me. Which is the hate I had for my parents. The anger I had towards people who intentionally did me wrong.

So here! I caught myself falling back into the same behavior.

I’m not happy.

So! I might have to quit for the sake of my mental and emotional health. I’m not doing what feeds my soul. Which is art! Sex and poetry.

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wannabevampire · 3 years ago

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Dust to Dust.

˚✧₊⁎♡˚✧₊⁎˳ by allie! (wannabevampire)

check out the ashes to ashes, dust to dust. moodboard! click here!! <- ♡

read part one first <3 ~ashes to ashes. <- click me!!♡

☆18+ NO MINORS.☆ also, no copying to other sights. period.

pairings : matt murdock x druig x reader (m/m/f)

☆mean-dom!matt (and soft-dom!matt)

☆sub!reader (she has her switch moments!)

☆switch!druig (he is submissive as fuck in this here!)

summary: druig humiliated you. revenge is sweet.

warnings: dark!!!! pet names because matthew is a menace, overstimulation, sex, death threats <3, degradation & humiliation, smoking & cigarettes, choking & slapping (no directed @ you), protective Matty!!, soft!dark Matt Murdock, bondage (not on you), blasphemy and religious symbolism, voyeurism & exhibitionism, dirty talk, masochism & sadism, (Matt calls Druig puppy but there’s no pet play or anything like that.), dumbification, knife play, blood, (talk of murder and gore, but it doesn’t actually happen. not directed towards reader!) hurt/comfort but like in a deeply fucked up way? this is dark but everything is consensual. subspace (you & druig 😵‍💫), tagging dubcon for druig just in case. please let me know if i missed anything!

note: thank you for 1.2k tumblr followers <3 you guys means the world to me! i’m always here for you, and i’m always down to make new friends! (and flirt with random ppl on the internet! shameless self plug, go follow my nsfw account @futurevamp1r3 !! 😵‍💫)

!this is a dark fic! however it is not dark or violent towards you directly. matt is very soft with you! it’s still pretty fucked though o_0

☆~i spent a lot of time on this! hope you enjoy :]

♡~just a lil fic from your fave degradation princess! <3 (allie!)

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Tuesday.

12:08 pm

ring…

You bounced your leg up and down nervously.

‘shit. was this a bad idea?’

ring…

You brought your hand to mouth, your fingers fidgeting against your lips as you mindlessly tried to distract yourself from what you were about to do.

‘would he even remember you? what if he was being sarcastic and you just didn’t pick up on it?’

ring…

You glanced nervously at the clock, not that it mattered in the slightest what time it was. Merely a desperate attempt to convince yourself that what you were doing was completely normal every day business that should be accompanied by completely normal every day behavior!

‘fuck. would this even be worth it? maybe you should just hang up, back out now before it was too late.’

ring…

Yup! This was a ridiculous idea, it would never work and would most likely leave you humiliated and hurt. It would be in your best interest to just move on.

You began to lower the phone from your ear, aiming to hang up as soon as possible and block his number. Hopefully he would just forget-

*click!*

son of a bitch.

“Pretty girl, I was wondering when you’d call.”

fuck.

You felt your breath hitch.

It was honestly kind of pathetic how quickly he managed to make your knees weak and brain fuzzy.

All he’d done was mutter a few choice words in that stupidly attractive voice of his and you were fully prepared to get on your knees and beg for him.

“Matthew! Hi! Gosh it’s been so long how have you been? I um just wanted to…”

You were cut off by a low chuckle.

“Sweetheart, let’s take it easy on the formalities. I assume you want something or you wouldn’t be calling…”

You felt like a deer in headlights. How this man managed to read you like a book while he was presumably hundreds of miles a way was a mystery to you.

He hummed lowly. The sound reverberating through your skull as you inhaled deeply, reveling in the noise and the images you associated it with.

The taste of blood. The smell of smoke and cinnamon. Red scratch marks decorating your back. The ringing sensation in your ears as he overstimulated you to the point of tears. The sound of his-

“I can hear the gears in your brain turning. Spit it out darling we haven’t got all day.”

You exhaled anxiously.

‘Well, here goes nothing.’

“I think I’m ready to call in that favor.”

He laughed knowingly.

Matt had known exactly why you were calling the second he picked up and heard your heart racing. The beat echoing through his skull, a reminder of how much he’d missed the painfully beautiful sound that was your beating heart.

“I thought you’d never ask pretty girl.”

Your breath hitched at his response.

He waited in comfortable silence as you gathered your thoughts. You brought your hand to your neck attempting to ground yourself enough to form a response. Your finger tips brushing lightly across your skin as you searched for the ghost of Druig’s touch.

You clenched your fists as you recalled his smug face a cruel grin.

Bastard.

But no matter how degrading it had felt. No matter how angry it made you. No matter how shamefully turned on you were by his actions. You would not let Druig win.

If he wanted to play dirty then that’s what he’d get.

“Wanna fuck me in front of Druig and humiliate him till he’s crying?”

There was a tense pause. Though if the tension stemmed from apprehension or sexual attraction you couldn’t say. You simply waiting anxiously for his verdict.

When he spoke next you could hear him smiling on the other end and felt the arousal rolling off him in waves as four glorious words left his mouth.

“When do we start?”

˚✧₊⁎♡˚✧₊⁎˳

Thursday.

9:18 pm

The masochistic sting of smoke flowed down your throat as you took a drag from the cigarette held between you fingers. Tilting your head toward the heavens, you exhaled. Letting the sweet smoke tumble past your lips smoothly.

Leave it to Matt to smoke cloves. Not that you were complaining! In fact, you were filled to the brim with excitement at the prospect of kissing him and tasting the spiced smokey taste left on his lips. Plus they tasted quite nice and for some reason the hint of spices helped keep you warm on the cold evening.

Your mind was pulled from its place in the clouds when a deliberate cough from the man in front of you sounded in your ears.

He smirked and cocked his head, giving you a knowing look. The cigarette placed casually between his fingers was lifted to his lips and he took a long slow drag before pushing off against the wall and stalking towards you. As Matt approached, you could feel the energy radiating off of him. His demeanor was dark and filled with lust. You Straightened your back and tilted your chin up, pushing down the urge to shy away. An action that did not go unnoticed by the man as he came to a stop, barely a foot away from you.

He strained his neck back, mimicking the movement you’d made moments earlier. Smooth smoke filled the air above you as he exhaled.

Turning his attention back to you the man brought his hand to your cheek, cupping it affectionately. You nuzzled into his touch, feeling flustered by his sudden act of intimacy.

He offered a genuine smile and spoke.

“Look at you. Such a good girl, doing all that without me even asking.”

He observed, his voice low.

Your lips tipped upwards at his praise and nuzzled further into his touch.

“Are you this obedient with him too?”

He whispered. There was a certain possessive edge to his voice as he brought up Druig.

“No. Only you.”

You answered honestly.

With Druig everything felt like a competition. You felt a compulsive urge to prove yourself whenever you were around him.

With him it was different. This was a game of cat and mouse. He’d set the trap and you’d crawled right in fully knowing the consequences.

“That’s my girl.”

He hummed, moving his thumb to stroke absentmindedly across your cheek.

Matt tilted his head down so his face was level with yours. Your lips nearly touching at the close proximity. The ghost of a kiss lay tense between the two of you. You were surrounded by him, your senses filled with smoke and cinnamon as you willed yourself not crash your lips against his.

You’d kiss him for as long as he’d let you. You’d kiss him until you were breathless and light headed and even that wouldn’t be enough. Nothing would ever be enough when it came to him.

Even now, after all these years, you could still taste him. You licked your lips in remembrance, Matt smiled, instantly recognizing your movement.

“Miss me?”

“Murdock, you have no idea.”

“Don’t I?”

You paused, seemingly lost in thought as you stared at his lips.

“Kiss me?”

Your voice was practically a whisper.

He smiled, soft and sweet. His lips a stark contrast to almost everything else about him

“Not yet, need him to see it. Want that bastard to know who’s making you like this. Need him to see how fucking wrecked you are for me.”

You inhaled sharply at his words, feeling rather defensive of your current (only slightly disheveled) state.

“I’m not that wrecked…”

You replied. Your voice, though still a whisper, filled with a bit of venom as you attempted to justify yourself.

“Sweetheart I can fucking feel how desperate you are, don’t need to look at you.”

You grumbled incoherently and attempted to tilt your head down, he quickly caught your chin between his fingers. And maneuvered your face back to it’s previous position, leaving no opportunity for you to shy away from him.

“I already know what I’m working with. Him on the other hand…he needs to see you like this. And I’m going to make sure he knows that he will never, ever, be the one to have this effect on you.”

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Friday.

12:00 pm

“Okay let’s go over the plan one more time before I call him.”

You said breathily as you passed around Matt’s office. He was leaning on his desk, tracking your movement. He had an amused look on his face.

“Last time.”

He said definitively. His tone leaving no room for argument. No matter if you had meant it figuratively. Last time. And then the you’d take action.

You halted your movement and turned to him, taking a deep breath.

“Okay. So. Step one…”

“You call Druig, I’ll be here for moral support but won’t say anything.”

“Right. And I’ve got his phone number right here, shouldn’t have any problems reaching him.”

You replied.

“Step two…”

You proceeded.

“Flirt your pretty little heart out.”

Matt continued with a grin. Though you were pretty sure you sensed a bit of jealousy hidden in his smile.

“Yes. Flirt like my life depends on it! I need to seem…desperate. He will be more likely to give in that way!”

You rattled off.

“Well that shouldn’t be too hard. Being desperate comes so naturally to you.”

He said, you were pretty sure you could see the mischievous glint in his eyes shining through his glasses. His tone emphasized the fact that he was being ~slightly~ sarcastic. I mean he wasn’t…completely wrong. But you weren’t going to let him know that.

You scowled at him and resumed your pacing.

“Okay 3, 4, whatever. I make plans to meet up with him tonight. We pretend to runs into you. We…flirt and stuff…seduce him? is that the right word?”

“Yeah. We could also say manipulate?”

He deadpanned.

“Um okay, let’s not. We get to the room…and you take it from there! With your super secret ‘i gotta do it in the moment’ plan that I’m not allowed to know about.”

You huffed indignantly.

“C’mon what kind of gentleman would I be if I went around ruining surprises. You love it.”

You just glanced at him wearily.

“Okay sweetheart. No time like the present.”

He sighed and pushed off the desk, pulling out his phone and handing it to you. You punched in the digits of his phone number.

You hesitated, your finger hovering over the call button.

Sensing your uneasiness Matt brought his hand to your cheek, stroking your skin soothingly. You hummed, relaxing into his touch.

*Beep.*

Your eyes snapped open moments after he pressed the button.

“Sorry sweetheart, last time. Remember? You promised.”

He whispered lowly in your ear, rushing before Druig inevitably answered your call. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and gave your hand a small squeeze of encouragement.

Because no matter how much he teased you, he knew this was hard. You tried to deny your feelings and the fact that Druig broke you a little, but he saw through it. You deserved better. He was going to make sure you knew that.

*Click!*

You inhaled sharply.

“Back already angel? This is fast, even for you. How’s my favorite toy doing?”

Druig’s voice filled the room.

You squeezed your eyes shut.

And Matt tried very hard not to track Druig down immediately and beat him till he was bloody and broken.

There would be plenty of time for that later.

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friday.

5:58 pm

“He’s late.”

Matt huffed from his seat next to you.

“Yeah by three minutes, he’ll be here don’t worry.”

You replied, taking a sip from your ginger ale. The two of you had opted not to drink any alcohol before hand.

Matt mumbled something under his breath that you couldn’t hear. But before you could press him further Matt lifted his head and turned his attention to the door. You followed his gaze, it was closed.

“Matthew please just-”

You began, exasperated at his behavior.

“Shh just, he’s gonna open the door in 4 seconds.”

Matt quieted you and you rolled his eyes.

‘Stupidly beautiful intuitive man.’

True to his word the door swung open. The hinges creaking softly. He walked forward and the old floor boards groaned in protest as his boots hit the surface. Matt stiffened next to you as he tracked Druig’s foot steps.

You tried your very best not to react, staring intently at the condensation gathered on tumblr filled with ginger ale and ice cubes that were beginning to melt.

The footsteps paused, just a few paces away from you. A trick Druig often pulled. Allowing himself to be near to you, but forcing you to be the one to close the gap. You came to him, always.

You closed your eyes.

‘Just stick to the plan, act the way he wants you to behave and everything will turn out okay.’

You turned.

“Hello Druig.”

“Hello toy.”

Jesus christ.

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6:35 pm

Leather.

That’s the first thing Druig was able to focus on. It was rubbing against his skin. Though not nearly tight enough to irritate the surface of his wrists.

Wait, wrists?

The belt securely fastened around his wrists, ensuring that they wouldn’t move, was a new edition. One that he could not remember happening.

The next thing Druig narrowed in on was a scent.

Cinnamon and smoke.

It was familiar though he couldn’t place where from. The smell of it alone made him twist anxiously, trying to escape the warm feeling of arousal flowing through his body.

Sound came next. Laughter. Your laughter.

He always loved the way you sounded. Though most of the noises you made around him consisted of whimpers and moans, he was occasionally granted a bit of laughter. A sound he secretly cherished. A sound he held close on sleepless nights and lonely days.

Wait.

Your laughter. Spiced smoke. A black leather belt that didn’t belong to him and most certainly did not belong to you. The man at the bar who had been pretending not to be listening to your conversation-

Realizations flooded his brain as he began to piece together information.

Matt Murdock.

Fuck.

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8:08 pm

Matt felt it.

Or, almost felt it.

A warm tingling sensation creeping up behind him. Nearing the nape of his neck, it began it’s attempt at clawing its way inside his mind. He smirked as all his senses reacted at once, perhaps a younger less experienced Matt would be scared shitless at the prospect of ‘brainwashing’. But he had long since crossed that bridge.

He turned around slowly, casually walking up to where Druig was sprawled on the floor. His senses pushing away the mans attempts at controlling his mind. Matt’s heightened abilities shielding himself from Druig’s actions.

Druig began to panic. Matt could sense his heart beating rapidly, he could hear him fumbling around and pulling against the belt binding his wrists together. The Devil made no move to speed up, keeping the same tantalizingly slow pace as he approached him.

Across the room you clenched your thighs together and held back a whimper as you watched Matt walk towards where Druig was kneeling on the floor.

The clunk of his boots sounded through the room before coming to a stop right in front of him. Silence filled the space, the only noises audible to you and Druig being the quick breaths he drew in anxiously as he stared up at Matt. Who seemed to be deep in though, debating what to do with the eternal in front of him.

Matt felt the tingling sensation fade, the unsettling warmth retreating shamefully back to Druig.

Matt knelt in front of him, coming face to face with what he sensed to be an extraordinarily defeated expression.

“Oh how cute...You’re not the only one with some tricks up your sleeve. Mind games won’t work on me.”

His words were taunting and methodical, his voice low.

Matt pulled a knife from his belt, twirling it in the air before catching it with ease. Rolling it over in his hand, allowing himself to drink in the the worn material of its handle. His finger tips carefully avoiding the blade which glimmered dangerously in the soft lighting.

He brought the tip of his knife to Druig’s chin, tilting his head upward. The action had nothing to do eye contact or appearance. It was about Matt showing Druig just how much power he had over him. “God-like” powers or not...

The devil was in charge.

Matt twisted the knife slightly, causing Druig to move his head again. He locked eyes with you.

You’d never seen Druig look this…helpless? Submissive? Pathetic?

His eyes were wide and he was breathing heavily.

(Note to self add “wrecking Druig using nothing but his words and a head tilt” to list of things you had to thank Matt for.)

Your body betrayed you as you felt the rush of arousal flow through your body. You fidgeted in a desperate attempt to hide how turned on you were. Though judging by the way Matt’s smirk had widened, he had already noticed and was loving every second of it.

“If you even think about playing with her mind I will fucking kill you. You don’t want to give me a reason to hurt you. Because trust me puppy, I’m looking forward to seeing you in pain. Guess you’ll just have to decide what kind you’d like best. The one that makes you cry from pain, or the one that makes you cry from pleasure. Though when I’m done with you, it might be hard for your dumb fucking brain to tell the difference.”

Druig’s expression was priceless. His eyes were open comically wide, lips parted in shock, a light dusting of pink covering his cheeks and nose. Fear etched onto his face along with another emotion you couldn’t place. That is...until you heard Matt’s laugh. The muscles in his jaw flexing as he tilted his head back.

That’s when it hit you.

Arousal.

Druig was getting all hot and bothered at the prospect of Matt fucking Murdock hurting him.

What a slut.

You thought to yourself humorously as you watched Druig blink his eyes rapidly and lower his head, attempting desperately to hide his expression.

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Later... (Matt had a tendency to render you time-blind when he fucked you.)

“I’m..Oh my- Matt please!”

You were barely coherent. Your brain felt brain fuzzy and your eyes glassy with tears.

“Shh shh it’s okay sweetheart I know, I know.”

He assured you. The words coming to him as though the were second nature. Like mocking you and fucking you simultaneously was his one true calling in life.

“Please don’t stop. Never stop, please Matty you’re so good-”

Yours begs sounded foreign to you. You felt yourself slip completely. The new sensation filling your body with bliss…and a small bit of fear. Matt...you needed him. What if he walked away? What if he didn’t come back? What if-

Panic flashed across your face and you grasped for him, touching any part of him you possibly could. Whimpering when he reached down and held your hand. Squeezing it tightly, his motions never missing a beat.

“Oh pretty girl…I’m not going anywhere.”

He sighed affectionately, bringing his forehead down to touch yours. A hint of sadness laced his tone.

“Promise?”

You whispered shakily.

He smiled at you. He was half in awe of your obedience and half enraged that someone had made you think if was okay to leave you like this.

‘Never again.’ Matt thought to himself.

“Promise.”

You whimpered again as he began thrusting into you faster. Fucking you harder and deeper than before. With every jerk of his hips you could feel your mind getting fuzzier, an action you hadn’t thought possible. His deliberate movements making your brain short circuit as you neared your orgasm. Your moans becoming mixed with an occasional sob as tears began to stream down your cheeks.

He continued to drill into you, and with every surge of energy you felt rushing through him and into you, you fell a little further. Inching towards the precipice of release. Chasing the feeling of pleasure that was just around the corner, barely beyond your reach.

You were drunk on him, to hell with anyone and anything in the world other that Matt Murdock.

Despite the scripture and wary words of caution spoke in hushed tones. You dared to dance with the devil. You gave yourself over to temptation and let yourself get lost in sin. Lust, gluttony, greed, envy-

You’d risk it all for 5 more second with him.

You twisted your fate as you fell, further and further into the life of a spiraling paradox named Matthew.

That’s when you saw him, and were hit with remembrance that the two of you weren’t alone. Though it would have been impossible for the Devil to forget another presence, you had been a bit distracted by having the best sex of your life.

You locked eyes with Druig, he twisted helplessly against the ropes that bound his wrists. His eyes were wide and glassy, filled with the expression you were all too familiar with. His desperation for touch evident in everything about him. From his body language to the whimpers he tried (and failed) to suppress.

You knew the point he’s reached. The level of want need, the feeling he so often left you with. The point of no return. The moment in time when the desperation for pleasure lessened, and in its place came the yearning for any type of touch. A kiss, a slap, a hug, the soft brush of finger tips against one’s lips. Anything.

You knew it, Druig knew it, and Matt knew it.

You met Druig’s eyes and for a second you let him feel hopeful. You saw his eyes glimmers with a bit of optimism as he subconsciously tugged himself forward, just to be a bit closer to you.

And then-

You simply shook your head, and laughed.

Laughed at him and his behavior.

Laughed at his attitude.

Laughed at his desperation.

Laughed at him.

His eyes flickered golden, though not with anger...with desperation. But almost as quickly as the shimmering glint arrived, it vanished. Knowing that if he so much as -thought- about touching your mind Matt would “fucking kill him”. The clear frustration on his face only making you laugh harder.

Though you quickly cut yourself off by a series of uncontrollable whimpers leaving your mouth.

Because no matter how much you enjoyed seeing Druig like this,

the Devil wasn’t done with you.

And you weren’t done with him.

Your gaze drifted back to Matt and you stared adoringly at the man in front of you. He offered you a small smile when he sensed your attention was back on him. You heard Druig whimper defeatedly in the distance but you were too absorbed in Matt to care about the other man. His quiet moans of frustration as he lost the one sense of connection he had only spurred the two of you on further.

The thought that you and the Devil had managed to turn this confident god-like creature into a pathetic mess willing to do practically anything for a mere second of your attention, caused you to shiver delightedly around Matt’s cock. Pushing you further towards the edge of the cliff laying between you and waves of endless pleasure.

“Matt...Matt please I’m so close.”

You chocked out, your words sounding small.

“Yeah sweetheart? I know you are. Come on be good and use your big girl words, and ask politely. We wouldn’t want to give our guest the wrong impression...now would we?”

You choked out a moan at his words and stumbling with your wording as you tried to form a coherent sentence. To which Matt gave you a look filled with mock pity and leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“I know sweetheart, I know. It’s not fair of me to ask this of you. I know your dumb little brain can’t handle this right now. I know baby I’m just sooo mean aren’t I? Just try for me, okay? Be a good girl and tell me what you need.”

You crumbled at his words, a new set of tears falling freely as you were too exhausted to hold them back any longer.

“Please sir. Please let me cum, I need it so bad. I don’t think I can hold it any longer. Please Matt I’ll do anything you ask-”

You rambled desperately only to be cut off by a harsh kiss that he pressed to your lips.

“Shh it’s okay pretty girl, it’s okay. Cum for me, don’t hold back. That’s my girl.”

And so, you fell.

Right into the arms of the devil,

and hell had never felt so sweet.

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after. time: …?

“Are you sure? He doesn’t deserve it you know.”

“Yeah I know, but I also know how it feels to be in his position. Don’t want him there too long, hurts your heart after awhile.”

Matt frowned at the way your brow furrowed. But before you managed to get lost in memories he tugged your wrist, bringing you closer to him. Pulling you onto his lap and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. He wrapped his arms around you and let you bury your face in the crook of his neck, keeping one hand on the back of your head.

You hadn’t realized just how touched starved you had been. Figuring that since you had sex and were granted the occasional hug, you were all set on necessary physical contact.

Oh how wrong you’d been.

Melting into Matt’s touch felt natural and anticipated. Like you were supposed to have done this all along. The two of you held that position for awhile, almost completely forgetting about Druig in the process.

You breathed him in. Smoke and sweet spice and blood.

Matt. Your devil.

You spoke softly into Matt’s t-shirt, your words becoming mumbled and faint. Matt guided your head back up, cupping your chin as he’d done so many times before.

“What was that sweetheart? I couldn’t hear you?”

The smirk was audible in his voice because of course he had heard you, didn’t matter how muffled it might have sounded. No, this was because he wanted Druig to hear.

“I said, it wouldn’t just be for him. I’m not done with him yet, want him to make me feel good…wanna make him feel good too. even if he doesn’t deserve it.”

You said, giving Matt a small mischievous smile.

“Atta girl.”

He said proudly, kissing your forehead once more before tilting his head towards Druig.

“Ya hear that puppy? She’s not done with you. You’re really lucky she’s here, I was planning on leaving you for someone else to deal with.”

Druig stayed silent, knowing the only sounds he was capable of producing were whimpers. He didn’t want to risk it. He’d take anything you gave him, anything. So if sitting down and shutting the fuck up would get him the smallest bit of attention, that’s what he’d do.

“Okay pretty girl, go make yourself feel good. Then we’re gonna clean up and go to dinner. I’ve got us a reservation at that nice french place the critics keep raving about.”

You smiled genuinely and pressed a kiss to his lips before hopping off his lap and making your way over to Druig, who was looking at you as if you were an angel sent from heaven.

“Hey puppy, want us to grab you something from the restaurant? Maybe a bone?”

Matt quipped.

Druig had to use every muscle in his body not to talk back, knowing that the devil was just trying to tempt him. And that if he gave in, his angel would be ripped away.

“Ignore him, we aren’t actually going to get you a bone.”

You said as you observed the wary look he was giving Matt.

He nodded gratefully at you. And you offered him a small smile.

Bending down until your face was level with his, you brought your hand to his head. Scratching lovingly which he enjoyed all too much. Closing his eyes and letting his neck fall slack.

“We’ll just give you the scraps from our left overs.”

You bit back, pulling his hair forcefully. You bit your lip trying not to laugh. His eyes snapping open as he had no choice but to make eye contact with you. His breath quickening uncontrollably. As his eyes darted around your body, pupils blown wide with lust.

You pulled his hair again when his gaze lingered on your chest for too long. He let out a strangled moan, he had clearly been trying to suppress. Followed by a few whimpers and he screwed his eyes shut at what you assumed must have been and attempt to shut out the pain.

You gave his hair one last tug, and opened your mouth to reprimand him for breaking eye contact. But you were rudely interrupted by a gasp, Druig’s jaw falling open slightly. Warmth flooded his cheeks and he began to tear up.

You looked at him confused. Hadn’t he liked pain? Did you do something wrong? You hadn’t meant to actually hurt him. You whipped your head around to consult Matt on what to do. But instead of being met with the ‘concerned-good person-merciful-catholic’ look you had been expecting.

The devil was smiling. A hungry & lustful smile that would have brought you to your knees had you not already been on the floor.

You cocked your head to the side, trying to understand what was going on.

He licked his lips and sensing your eyes on him, nodded back in Druig’s direction.

You brought your attention back to the man in front of you. What could possibly-

Oh.

Druig’s flushed cheeks, his tears, his heavy breathing that sounded almost like panting, and the fact that you had never seen him look…embarrassed before told you all that you needed to know.

You tilted your head down, Druig’s gaze following your own. As you realized he had cum, completely untouched. Just a few tugs of his hair and he’d broken. His eyes were shut again, describing his current emotion as embarrassment would be an understatement.

He winced when you brought you dropped your hand from his hair and brought it to cup his cheek. He dared to look at you and was met with a sweet smile.

“It’s okay, you just couldn’t help it right?”

You whispered, your thumb drawing circles on his cheeks. He nodded tentatively and licked his lips. You pouted mock-sympathetically, and grabbed his half hard cock with your free hand and began to stroke.

He whimpered and tried to twist away from the overstimulation. But you just quickened your movements.

“That’s too bad baby, I meant what I said earlier. I’m not done with you. So you better learn to control it or this is gonna feel a whole lot worse for you and a whole lot sweeter for me.”

Matt observed the two of you in awe. He reached into the pocket of his jacket laying on the desk and brought out two things.

A pack of cloves and a lighter.

He brought a cigarette to his lips and lit it while listening to the sounds of pained pleasure flowing through the room.

You were now kissing Druig, never once stopping the movement of your hand.

Matt smiled, he felt…proud.

The devil and his not-so-angelic angel.

The “god” in front of his girl cried and moaned even louder when she bit his lip.

A sign that even Druig, a utterly confusing magical entity with an ego bigger than Jupiter could break. Even the strong and mighty would turn weak and frightened if given the opportunity.

A gentle reminder that even Druig was mortal.

Even the man who could control minds and live endless lifetimes, was not a God.

Matt found that comforting, he hoped this would be a humbling experience for Druig. Because if he didn’t change his attitude…

Well…Matt would never kill anyone…

He’d never crush someone’s skull into the ground.

Matt would never hold a knife to Druig’s throat as he fucked him, luring him into a sense of security and then letting the sharp edge of his dagger tear gracefully through the soft skin of his traitorously beautiful body.

He’d never use Druig as an ash tray, putting out the burning embers of his cigarettes on his chest till the only senses that filled him that remained was ash, the smell of sweet smoke, spice, and blood.

He didn’t dream of running his blade up and down Druig’s body. Just barely drawing blood. He didn’t fantasize about marking him with things other than hickeys and bites.

No of course not, he would never.

Matt would never kill.

But he knew someone who would.

Because Frank Castle owed the Devil a favor.

A favor that the Devil was dying to use.

…

"By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return." -Genesis 3:19

…

end.

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allie🕊

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All Of Me {Part 09 of 13}

Pairing: Robby Keene X Reader

Chapter word count: 1.2 K

Summary: Being the new girl in the Valley wasn't as bad as you expected, and you were finding your place when the dynamite you were living into exploded. You were kicked out of your house by your stepfather with nothing but a backpack with a few pieces of clothing. There was nowhere to go, and you were preparing yourself to spend the night in the streets when a guy finds you. After being invited to crash at his place, you didn't know the war you were walking into. A war you became determined to end.

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{Cobra Kai Masterlist}

Masterplan

Robby rings the bell, and you exchange a nervous look. “I think something is burning,” You say in a low voice, hearing a curse coming from inside.

“He was going to make pasta. I think we'll just have to order something.“ He says, just as the door opens.

“Hey,” Johnny says, a hand in his pocket as he looks at Robby, then at you. “Come on in. Robby never brought any girlfriend to meet me. Must be a good sign.” He steps aside and you both walk in. Robby guides you to the couch, and you sit down next to him. “I'll call a pizza place. The pasta is–”

“How do you manage to burn pasta?” Robby asks.

“I forgot it was there.”

“How do you–.” He's cut short by the cellphone ring. Robby picks it up, then looks at you. “I'll have to answer it, give me a minute.” You nod and he gets up, disappearing further into the house.

Then, you're left alone with Johnny, who looks through a small notebook, eyebrows furrowed. “I have a food delivery app. I could just order it.”

“Yeah, I've heard of that. But this place isn't in it.”

“Let me check. What's the name?” Johnny passes you the restaurant's name, and three minutes later, the food is ordered, and it says it'll get here in half an hour. “See? It's easy.”

“I rather do things the old way.”

“Yup.” You mutter, putting the phone back in your pocket. “So... How's the Eagle Fang?”

“We're ready to take Cobra Kai down.” At that, you simply nod. “Are you going to compete? If the new subdivision is made?”

Sighing, you shake your head. “No. I don't think Robby will, either.” Sensei Kreese and Silver are hopeful about the new subdivision, hoping to get their best students, now eighteen, to fight again. “I guess this whole fight among the dojos is tiring him.”

”I'm only in this because I need to take them down. Kreese and Silver are too dangerous. If I let them, they create an army of dickheads all over the Valley.”

He's not wrong... The Senseis are very strict, you can't deny that. “I get that, but... They helped me, you know? So maybe they're not... That evil?”

“Think. What could you possibly offer to them?”

“Offer?” The question makes your brain start working. “It couldn't be money... Even though my mother said something about the Senseis asking her to give me some? It doesn't make sense.”

“They don't need money. Gotta be something–” A loud beep cuts him short, and Johnny bends over to take his old phone from the coffee table. You wouldn't give it much attention, ready to take your phone to have some distraction, but the way his face changes makes you furrow your eyebrows. “What's your stepfather's name?”

“What?" The question is so unexpected that it takes a while for you to process it. “Philip. Philip Greyson.”

Jonny doesn't say anything, just hands you over his phone, and your eyes are quick to read the text Mr. LaRusso sent him. “Philip Greyson was the vote they needed to approve the new subdivision.”

“I really don't... ” You're still speaking when another text comes, and you just open it, without thinking too much. It's a picture of a news website. And it shows Philip behind a desk, a half-smile on his lips... Under the desk, you can see that his entire left leg is in a cast. “They got what they wanted.” You mutter before giving him the phone back. “This is my fault.” Feeling your eyes fill with tears, you get up. “He has more students than you and Miyagi-Do put together. He knows the odds are in his favor.“

“Everything alright?” Robby asks, coming from the hall. “What happened?”

“The Senseis used me. They were nice just because they needed Philip to approve the new subdivision for students over eighteen. They broke his leg! It has to be their doing.”

“What?” He immediately comes, wrapping his arms around you. “We'll fix this. I don't know how, but we will. Cobra Kai won't win.”

“How? They have the numbers. They have double the students.”

“We need to gather everyone for this,” Johnny says, bringing the phone to his ear. “LaRusso. Call the kids, we need to talk.” He makes a pause. “Of course, now. Do you think I'd waste my time calling you if it wasn't urgent?”

“I'll cancel the food.” You say, grabbing your phone to do just that.

An hour later, you're at Miyagi-Do, hungry and getting stressed out because of your empty stomach. Seated on the wooden deck, you look at the grey clouds above. “It'll rain,” Robby says, and you look at him.

“Good. It's a hot day and I'd love to dance in the rain.” It's an attempt to lighten up the mood a little bit.

He chuckles. “If you'll dance in the rain, I'll dance in the rain.”

That makes you smile. “Sounds like a date.”

“Alright, what's going on?” LaRusso says, the moment she slides the door open. The rest of the students are right behind him.

And Johnny tells him everything, and you, knowing this shit is all your fault, keep your mouth shut. “The only way to destroy Cobra Kai once and for all is to defeat Kreese and Silver. But with this new subdivision... The numbers are on his side.” LaRusso says, hands on his hips.

“And more students are joining every day,” Sam adds.

You planned to keep quiet, but LaRusso's speech feels... Wrong. In more aspects than one. “We have a problem.” You speak up, all eyes set on you.

“We do,” Hawk mutters, crossing his arms. “If you found another one, we better know what it is before it comes to bite our asses.”

You know he thought the same, and you nod at him. “Do you really think Kreese and Silver will keep their promise?”

Johnny and LaRusso exchange a glance. “He did say Cobra Kai would cease to exist if any of our dojos win.”

“Another problem right there.” You add, stepping forward, and gesturing at Johnny. “I don't think that's fair. Mr. Lawrence worked hard to make Cobra Kai a thing again, and I don't think it should just disappear. It should go back to its owner.”

“Yeah, but the original owner isn't me. It's Kreese.” Johnny says.

“Not if we make a contract of some kind,” Robby speaks, and you look at him. It's a good idea. “Official papers that he will sign, and if he decides to break his word, we can sue. Both of them.”

“Not both, only Kreese,” Johnny says, furrowing his eyebrows. “I've seen the dojo's papers. Silver is an associate, but Kreese is still the head of the dojo. It's his signature we need.”

As he speaks, an idea pops into your head, and it starts to take form. It's the best plan you could come up with, and, if carefully played, it will fix everything. For good. It makes you smile, a wicked smile that slowly has everyone looking at you again. “What's with the villain grin?” Hawk asks.

“I just had the idea that will give Cobra Kai back to Johnny.” You simply say, shrugging your shoulders.

For a while, nobody says anything, until Hawk, as usual, speaks up. “Well, are you saying it or not?”

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loobs-ki · 3 years ago

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I posted 921 times in 2021

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For every post I created, I reblogged 5.7 posts.

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My Top Posts in 2021

if you think sakura is ugly, your eyes need checked.

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327 notes • Posted 2021-06-30 18:56:20 GMT

when sasuke and sakura came back from their travels:

naruto: oh are you guys babysitting? aww, what’s her name?

sakura: this is sarada, our baby

naruto: aw what a cute na-SHES YOUR WHAT-

kakashi: oh you guys babysitters now?

sasuke: no

kakashi: then whose ba-oh my god.

kakashi: im a grandpa

ino, jokingly: oh is that y’all’s baby?

sakura: yup!

ino: wha-

sai: so, the forest floors?

sasuke: yup

sai: nice

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i think about her a lot

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appreciation post for sai because he is underrated and deserves some love

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546 notes • Posted 2021-07-28 22:06:15 GMT

my favorite things about sakura hiden

sakura with naruhina and her being incredibly happy for them

sakura and kakashis talk about mental health and kakashi opening up a bit

SAI AND SAKURA’S FRIENDLY BANTER

tsunade and sakura basically talking bout boy problems

sai defending sasuke

sakura with kids

sakura and naruto talking about sasuke

INOSAKUSAI

SAIINO MOMENTS

sasuke coming back to the village to save sakura but she don’t need help ofc

sai and ino also coming to help sakura

sai torturing someone by tickling them

SAKURA BEATING THE SHIT OUTTA KIDO

sasuke coming back in the end “im back, sakura”

sakura just being an absolute badass in general

literally everything about this novel; fuck u sp for disregarding it.

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kokomochi · 3 years ago

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 | 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

"𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚. 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙."

being the daughter of one of the big-shot mafia bosses out there, l/n y/n found it hard to take after her father despite being one of the 'debt collectors'. however, she saw the opportunity to break through the tradition of 'men can only rule' by seeking a fake marriage with the guy who crashed her bike.

08. meeting the l/n-minamoto's

if you think that meeting his side of the family was chaotic- just you wait until you meet minamoto y/n's side of the family.

sano shinichiro felt his soul leave his body once the two of them stepped out of the car and found themselves standing in front of a traditional japanese estate that took up almost half of the neighborhood.

the man thought that they were at the wrong house, that maybe they were standing in front of her neighbor and that her parent's house was just behind him.

"shin... what are you doing?"

y/n sighed as she turned to her husband who was oddly looking around, trying to find another house around the area that would fit her parent's tastes.

"we're at the middle of the estate, you won't find anything here." this made shinichiro look at her with eyes wide in shock.

he looked at his wife, then at the house- wife, house...

how can he forget that his wife was actually rich and had no problems handing out a million yen to his family just earlier today? but for them to be already standing inside the estate themselves when he thought that they were still going in?

what wine are they making?!

the man said nothing and chuckled, awkwardly scratching the back of his head as he followed behind the (h/c) haired woman who was busy talking to the guards.

speaking of which- the entire lot was filled with intimidating-looking guards, ones that scared the shit out of him even though all they did was look in their direction.

it's quite understandable for a family who owns a giant business to have guards for safety, but to have at least two or three in every direction that he looks at? now that may have been too much.

shinichiro was snapped out of his trance when he felt a soft hand land on his shoulder, looking down to see (e/c) eyes with concern and wonder swirling in her irises.

now he isn't going to sugarcoat this- but did his heart just skip a beat?

"are you alright? do you need water- oi, don't just stand there and go grab the cart." y/n scolded the guards on-site, all of them tensing under her glare as they called for a cart to drive them up to the main estate.

a sigh left past her lips, giving her husband an apologetic smile while taking his hand and guided him to the shade just in case he feels like passing out.

"we still need to drive up to the house. so if you need anything, don't hesitate to tell me alright?"

yup, his heart did just skip a beat- and now his cheeks were heating up, great.

sano shinichiro was known for being weak to women and would always blank out when they'd talk to him- and let's not forget about the twenty rejections that he has experienced when he was in high school.

so it's only natural for him to act awkwardly around the young woman, especially when she does subtle physical contact like hand-holding and whenever she touches his cheek to check if he's still alive- it happened once and never in his life has his heartfelt like exploding.

was this him just being normally awkward or was there another deeper meaning behind this all?

or maybe he's just thirsty?

"it's fine really! are you tired?" he asked, the (h/c) haired woman shaking her head to his question as she let out a thoughtful hum.

oh god, she looked so cute whenever she's deep in her thoughts! with her finger on her chin and eyes narrowed in concentration? the raven-haired man can stare at her all day.

shinichiro was aware that the two of them had a mutual agreement that under no circumstances shall one of them fall for the other- there was a lot of danger in doing an innocent act such as falling in love.

he's aware that his head was still wanted out there by lowlife delinquents that wanted to rise to the top-and he also knows that they'd do anything to get the infamous black dragons founder to break.

and one of which concerns his wife, l/n y/n.

if the public finds out that he's married, fake or not, they'll use that information for their benefits- and that's what he's avoiding.

the two adults may not be legally bound and all that jazz, but he also has his morals and concern for others around him- his wife's safety is one of them as well.

but he just can't help but have a small crush on her- not when she acts all cute and pretty when she's around him he can't!

shinichiro memorized the young woman's little habits that she may not be aware of. one of which is that whenever she's tired, she'd crave a specific food that he remembers whenever he goes out for grocery shopping.

whenever she's called out for work late at night, she'd silently whine like a kid and haul herself off of the couch- he knows that she'll want a cup of tea when she gets back.

he fell for her harder than he could ever imagine.

the raven haired man was snapped out of his daydreams when the sound of a vehicle was approaching them, eyes landing on a white golf cart that was nearing where they are.

men wearing crisp-looking suits got out of the cart and bowed at y/n in a perfect angle- impressed by their professionalism.

"our deepest apologies for the wait l/-" one of the men was cut off when their buddy harshly nudged his shoulder, cutting him off of his sentence.

the same guard cleared his throat, turning to the (h/c) haired woman who was quiet beside him.

"we're sorry for the wait miss minamoto. your parents are waiting in the garden for you."

was it just him or does the air feel a little... tense?

"it's fine. take my husband and i to where they are immediately."

"yes, ma'am."

sano shinichiro didn't know what he expected when he heard that they'd be visiting her parents next- because whatever thought that he had in mind about them, well they're wrong.

sitting there in front of him are two elegant-looking adults who greeted their daughter with a bright smile.

their figures were donned in traditional japanese attire that looked very expensive for him to even afford- the entire piece was probably made with a hundred percent of cotton and genuine silk.

"y/n! and is that your husband?"

shinichiro's hand was taken in her mother's iron grip, shaking it in sheer excitement and enthusiasm as she greeted the man with a big smile on her face.

he didn't know what to do, it's his first time meeting his partner's parents- the poor guy never had any girls stay long enough to meet their parents.

the (h/c) haired woman used her husbands' distracted state to look at her father with a knowing nod, the old man sighing and motioning for the two to take a seat.

"it's nice to finally meet you. we've heard much about you to know that you've been treating our daughter right."

"it's a pleasure to meet you, sir."

f/n nodded in courtesy before turning to his daughter with a small smile on his face, his wife excitedly chattering with the young woman about their wedding details that didn't happen.

"why didn't you tell us that you've been married?! and to a good-looking man at that? i raised you better than this minamoto y/n."

y/n was thankful that her parents were considerate enough to keep her identity under wraps now that shinichiro was with them, smiling at m/n as her mother continued chatting her ear away.

"i'm sorry mother. but don't worry, now that shinichiro and i talked to his side of the family- we'll be holding our remarriage for everyone."

in reality, they were still going to discuss their little 'marriage' plan and what to do- the (h/c) haired woman instantly regretting what she had said to the older sano back in their house.

but this is what you have to do if you want to secure that position as the leader of the next generation.

"a remarriage?"

l/n-minamoto y/n nodded, gently taking shinichiro's hand into hers as she proudly showed her parents the glistening wedding bands that decorated their fingers.

it wasn't anything special- it just rings that the raven haired male found when he was mindlessly roaming around a thrift shop, immediately taking interest in the jewelry.

in his defense, they wanted to have a believable 'married couple' image right? how can they do that without the rings?

"yup! shin and i felt bad that we hid our relationship on both sides. remarriage is a good enough apology don't you think?"

m/n let out an excited squeal, gripping her husband's arm, and immediately started talking to him about wedding plans and venues.

god bless the clueless woman who didn't know about her daughter and husband's agreement.

yes, even with her being married to someone who runs the underworld- she was clueless that this marriage was made for her daughter to take after f/n. the two l/n had no heart to tell her about it since the woman always dreamed to see the (h/c) haired woman wearing a wedding gown.

y/n let out a chuckle, sitting back to watch her poor father getting dragged out of his chair and into the house where her mother would surely take out her collections of wedding planning magazines that she had saved up.

"your parents are lovely... no wonder you're like this."

she let out a hum, turning to look at shinichiro who was quiet the whole time. was she supposed to be insulted or delighted about his compliment?

the raven haired male let out a laugh, giving her a soft pat on the head that made his heart thump loudly inside of his chest.

"i'm lucky to be your husband."

#sano shinichiro #shinichiro sano #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #sano shinichiro x reader #shinichiro sano x reader

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henrycavillisbae · 5 years ago

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Summary: Logan ‘Sy’ Syverson, returns from his deployment. Maddy is 29 weeks pregnant with their first child, a girl, conceived the night before Sy was deployed. Sy hasn’t seen Maddy or the bump in person and to say he's excited is an understatement. Written in first person.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x ofc (Maddy Syverson)

Warnings: SMUT! Oral, slight MaleDom/FemSub, Pregnancy Sex, Bad Language, bodily fluids and fluff.

A/N: Hey guys! New around here (not really just been lurking in the background) Hope you enjoy this one shot. Got the name ��Logan’ for Sy from @littlefreya. For the record I am English and this is set in a America soooo... Also, this is unedited and I'm slightly nervous!

I plodded towards the wardrobe and grabbed one of Sy's tshirts before pulling it over my head. It's one of the only things I can tolerate in this Texan heat and being pregnant. I then waddled downstairs to get some breakfast.

I groaned as a rolled my pregnant self over to climb out of bed. This baby makes me need to wee all the time. A second groan left my lips as I stood up and plodded towards the ensuite to relieve myself. Washing my hands I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair resembled a birds nest. I quickly brushed my hair and teeth before making my way back to the bedroom.

I was greeted by Kal waiting for me by his bowl obviously after his breakfast.

"Okay Bear, I'll feed you" I said leaning down and stroking him, "your daddy is home today and Aika will be in a few days" he waged his tail to this obviously hearing the words 'daddy' and 'Aika'. Kal is an Akita who stays with me while Sy is on deployment, Aika is a German Sheppard that goes on deployment with Sy. This is their last deployment as Aika is retiring and Sy is moving to fire arms training. We found out I was pregnant just after he left for Iraq and as soon as he found out he was on the phone to his boss requested to move. I grabbed Kal's meat and scraped it into his bowl. I opened the door to let Kal out after he'd eaten. He quickly rain outside to do his business after he'd eaten. By then I had made a coffee and some toast and was sat on the sofa. As I was eating my breakfast the baby started to wiggle.

"Well good morning to you" I said rubbing my tummy, Kal running in and rested his head on my tummy, “You’ll finally meet your daddy today dot, and I need ti take you out in a bit Kal” I stroked Kal’s head before he got excited and bounced around. Laughed at him as I checked the time in my phone, 08:43. Sy’s plane landed at 12:03 so I had time to take Kal out quickly and get ready to drive to the airport.

After eating my breakfast I grabbed a pair of shorts and slipped my bra on underneath Sy’s Iron Maiden t-shit. I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before shoving my phone in the back pocked of my shorts. Kal was already waiting for me by the door with his lead in his mouth.

“Alright boy, I’m coming” I called to him as I slipped my low top converse onto my slightly swollen feet. I clipped Kal’s lead to his collar and shoved my sunglasses on as I left the house. We walked towards the dog walking park near our house. We haven’t had any rain in a while so the grass resembled straw, tornado season had been and gone and summer was definitely here. Kal was already hot so we wont be having a long walk. In the summer the dogs get walked morning and evening. Kal ran round for 10 minutes or so before he decided he was too hot and wanted to go home.

By the time we reached home it was 10:15. My neighbour Hallie was taking her trash out.

“Morning Maddy” she called over the white picket post fence.

“Hey Hallie” I shouted waving back

“Sy’s back today isn’t he” she asked, I nodded in reponse “I bet you cant wait”

“I really can’t” I replied as I unlocked our large oak door, “I’m looking forward to soneone to help me put my shoes on. Thats becoming difficult” ‘I also need sex’ I thought to myself. I laughed slighty, we had sex a lot. By a lot a mean daily, sometimes maybe 2 or 3 times a day. Yup, I need sex.

“How loge do you have left” Hallie asked referring to my pregnancy.

“Around 12 weeks, Sy is having 6 months off before starting his new role in fire arms trainging, so that will be nice” I said resting my hand on my bump.

“Oh gosh” Hallie exclaimed, “Well look after yourself, we’ll have to all get together for a BBQ when Sy is back and settled”

“Yes we must, see you soon Hallie” I called waving to her as I walked into the house. I herd her shout bye back just as I was about to shut the front door. I unclipped Kal’s lead and he ran off to have a drink as I made my way upstairs to get ready.

I pulled out a floaty ditsy floral midi dress that was fitted at the top. The v shaped neckline and think straps accentuated my large swollen breasts. I laid it on the bed and quickly used the toilet before I sat at my dressing table. I decided to apply a light layer of make up, if I wore too much it woud just melt off of my face in this heat. I let my hair out of it’s top knot and ran my fingers through the curls to make it look presentable. I checked myself in the mirror, my blue eyes sparkled due to the brown eyeshadow I had applied. I applied a thick layer of lip gloss before getting up to get changed.

I pulled off my tshirt and shorts and put on a white lacey thong and my white lacey maternity bra. I walked over to my full length mirror and took a picture of my bump in the mirror making sure the my breasts were obvious. I opened up Sy’s contact and attached the picture with the caption, ‘We can’t wait to see you daddy’. I sniggered before pressing send. Sy will see this before he see’s me and I know it will drive him mad. I pulled my dress on over my head before needing to rearrange it over my bump. I found my strappy wedges before sitting on the bed to put them on. Sy’ was a foot taller then me so I needed all the help I could get with my height. I then made my way downstirs again.

11:07

“SHOOT!” I shouted to myself. I rushed around and grabbed my bag throwing the food I had made for us in it along with the ‘Welcome home Daddy’ sign I had made which was rolled up, my phone, purse and bottle of water. I grabbed the keys to our Ford Ranger and rushed out of the house.

I arrived at the airport at 11:45. I managed to find a place close to the arrivals lounge to park. I spotted ‘Ocres’ girlfriend, Jaimie, sitting in the red chairs of the arrivals lounge. I waved and walked over to her.

“Maddy look at you!” she exclaimed standing up to give me a hug. I hugged her back before sitting down next to her, “How are you?” she asked after she had made herself comorftable.

“Fat and hot” I said laughing, “Still have 12 weeks to go roughly” I rubbed my bump slightly.

“You know, rumour has it that Sy said he would never stop being deployed. You must be a special person as he’s chaging his job role” Jaimie said as I grabbed my sub roll out of my bed to eat. I had made Sy his favourite pasta to eat on the way home. I took a bite and wiped sauce off of my lip before replying.

“And now look at me, fat and horny” I replied laughing, “Pregnancy hormones are no joke”

“Well I’m not surprised you’re married to Captain Big Dick, I’d miss that too” Jaimie said laughing. I had forgotten that’s what they called him. His nickname also didn’t lie. His cock stood proud at about 10 inches when erect, it had a good girth to it too. Thinking of his cock did not make my horniness any better. Jaimie and I sat talking until my phone buzzed. It was a message from Sy.

Don’t think they’ll be staying on for long when I get you home darlin, my cock is already desperate to be inside you.

Who says I’m still wearing them? I replied smirking. Jaimie and I made our way to the arrivals gate and I pulled out the rolled up sign as we waited for our men to appear.

We only waited 10 or so minutes before we saw some soilders arrive and their significant others run up to each other. Jaimie then saw Ocre and ran up to him. Ocre pulled her into his enbraced before kissing her. They then walked over to me hand in hand.

“Maddy” Ocre said greeting me, “Congratulations” he said pulling me into a hug. “Sy hasn’t shut up about you or the baby. Quite sweet really, slightly irritating but mainly sweet” I lauged at Ocres comment. I caughte a glimpse of Sy out of the corner of my eye. He was dressed in his military gear which always made my knees go weak. As soon as he saw me he started to jog towards me, i jogged towards him and we met in an embrace where he picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me firmly, with his hands on my ass, I felt the faimiliar flutter in my chest of his kisses.

“God I missed you Darlin,” He whispered to me in his thick Texan accent.

"I missed you to bear" I said kissing him again. He put me down and then nealt down and kissed my tummy.

"Hey there dot, hows my little princess doing in there?" He asked my tummy before kissing it again. She did a little wiggle and Sy's face lit up, "that's amazing" he gasped looking up to my. By now my eyes were starting to leak salty tears.

"She wriggles alot" I said as Sy stood up and pulled me into his chest.

"I love you Darlin'" he said wiping the tears away with his thumbs' "You look so beautiful carrying my daughter" he kissed me tenderly.

"I love you too bear" I whispered into he lips before kissing him again. He threw his bag back over his shoulder and held hand as me made our was over to Ocre and Jaimie.

"Miss Williams" Sy said greeting her, "you look well"

"Call me Jaimie Sy, I am well thank you" she replied greeting him back. We stood and chatted for a little while before we decided to head off.

"Right, I'm off to get laid" Sy announced making me laugh and blush at the same time, "Remember what I said Ocre, put a ring on it. It the best thing you'll ever do"

"Roger captain" he replied, "Oh and dont poke your daughter in the eye with that dick of yours" Si flipped him off as we walked off.

"He's only jealous of my big dick" he started laughing, "You made my trousers very uncomfortable earlier with that picture of yours.

"That was the idea Captain" I said to him smirking, "by the way I've made you your favourite meal to have on the way home"

"Thank you darlin', you're my favourite meal though" he replied smirking.

We arrived at the car and Sy chucked his bags in the back before we both climbed in. I grabbed the food out of my bag for Sy and passed it to him before shoving my bag in the foot well of the car. Sy unbuttoned his military shirt and took it off revealing the white tshirt underneath which he quickly untucked from his trousers.

The drive home took half an hour and you could feel the sexual tension in the car. Sy would glance across at my breasts and shift uncomfortably in his seat which in itself make my pussy tingle.

Whe we arrived by home I grabbed my back before walking up the drive to open the door. Sy soon followed with his bags. Kal barked and ran up to us as we walked through the door. He saw Sy and jumped up at him.

"Hey boy" he exclaimed as he dropped his bags in the hallway and made a fuss over him, "Did you miss me? I missed you too"

I opened the back door for Kal to go out.

"Come on Kal, toilet" I called, he left Sy and ran out into the garden. Sy walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me placing his hands on my bump. He kisses my neck as he pulled me close. I could feel his already hard cock through his trousers. I rubbed myself up against his crotch earning a groan from him. I turned around and kissed him passionately, his hands travelled to my ass and he massaged each ass cheek.

"I need you Maddy" he groaned into the kiss.

"I know Sy, me too" I moaned back. Kal ran back inside and Sy quickly locked the back door before picking up up the same way he did in the airport, which caused me to squeal and he carried me up the stairs.

He booted our bedroom door open then pushed it shut so we wouldn't get disturbed by Kal. He placed me down gently on the bed before he pulled his tshirt off and climbed between my legs. He hitched my dress up to above my bump. He placed lots of soft tender kisses over my tummy.

"Fuck Maddy, you're so beautiful" he groaned as he rubbed his crotch to relieve some of the built up pressure in there. He quickly pulled my dress off leaving me in just my lacey underwear. "These have grown" he growled as he massaged my tits. I moaned and quickly propped myself up on some pillows as I can't lie on my back for very long.

Sy leant down and kissed me hard, he deepened the kiss by darting his tongue in and out of my mouth. I groaned as he rubbed the outside of my thong with his thigh. His kisses made their way down my body and he stopped at just above the top of my thong. He swiftly removed my thong and kissed my mound. I groaned with pleasure. Sy slipped a finger into my cunt earning a moan from me. He harshly sucked on my clit causing me to gasp and moan. He slid another finger into me and started to finger fuck me quickly. He licked circles around my clit with brief sucks and nibbles that he knows drive me mad. I could already feel my release starting to build up. The familiar burn started in the bottom of my tummy, my legs started to quiver around Sy's head and my cunt started to clench on his fingers. Sy sensed this too as he picked up the pace with his fingers.

"Ohhhh fuuuuckk, Syyyyyyy" I moaned as I tumbled over the edge. I felt him smirk into my pussy as a moaned and convulsed under his touch. He finger fucked me until I came down from my high. He moved up me and kissed me. Our tongues fought for dominance, our teeth clashed in desperation of us wanting to feel complete again. Sy pulled away and rid me of shoes. He then stood at the end of the bed and stripped him self of his trousers, boxers and socks leaving him standing there naked. He'd gotten bigger since being away, obviously been working out more. His beautiful cock stood proud begging for attention so I shuffled down to the end of the bed and took it in my mouth.

"Arg Maddy" he groaned as I started to move my mouth up and down his cock. He laced his left hand through my hair and started to fuck my mouth. I gagged as his cock hit the back of my throat. I relaxed my throat to let Sy's cock down. I swallowed against his cock causing him to buck his hips and groan at the same time.

Suddenly Sy pulled away. He wiped away the dribble and precum from my chin. Before kissing me and pushing me back down on the best the best he could without putting pressure on my bump.

"I was about to cum Darlin', lord knows I need to paint your walls with my seed. 6 months is too long" he growled into my ear, "get on all fours" he ordered as he flipped me onto my front. He knelt on the bed and lined himself with my entrance. Slowly he pushed his throbbing cock into my pussy.

"Oh Sy" I gasped as his cock stretched my pussy walls. He stilled briefly as I got used to the size of him again, "Sy please, move" I begged.

"As you wish Darlin'" he quickly unclipped my bra which I threw to the floor, before he started to thrust in and out of me. "Ohhh Maddy, I've missed this pretty little cunt of yours" he groaned behind me.

Sy fucked me quick and hard. The same way that got me pregnant. The new sensation of my heavy tits slapping my bump and my nipples brushing the comforter turned me on even more. Neither of us were going to last much longer. Sy's thrusts were becoming less paced and more erratic. My body started to convulse in his grasp.

"Cum with me Darlin'" he grunted as my cunt started to tighten around his cock. He smacked my ass my orgasm hit.

"Unnggggg Syyyyyy" I moaned my cun convulsed around his cock. I felt myself squirt around his cock and onto his stomach. I could hear my juices squleching around as he fucked me to his release.

"AARGHH MADDY!" He called as I felt him still inside me. I felt his cock throb against my g-spot

"FUCK" I shouted loudly still riding my orgasm. I squirted again as he involuntarily fucked his cum into me causing me to convulse in his grasp. He held he tight to stop my legs from given out as my orgasm shook my body. He hissed as my cunt milked the very last of his cum out of his now sensitive semi hard cock.

I rolled onto my side and lay there panting. Sy collapsed down on the bed next to me. I laughed as my breathing started to become more normal.

"What?" Sy asked pulling my close so I was using his chest as a pillow.

"Nothing, I just love you that's all" I said leaving a soft kiss on his nipple.

"I love you both too" he said kissing the top of my head and stroking the side of my bump, our baby. "I'm never leaving my two girls again, ever" he muttered into my hair. He pulled the thin sheet over us and I felt my eyelids go heavy. We both drifted off into a content afternoon sleep. I think we might knew we would be needing as much energy as we could now Sy is back.

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