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morphids · 6 months ago

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Omg… I love your works I’ve been keeping up with them for a while now! How cute would it be for Levi and Hange to be childhood friends and for reader to be Levi’s little sister in a modern! I imagine reader would have a crush on Hange but not say anything until they’re all adults 😭 probably mentioning it briefly in conversation like “haha yeah i had a crush on you… anyway”

brother’s best friend, hange zoë

oh hell yeah i love this!! sorry, i made it smutty—couldn’t help myself <3 hope u enjoy anonie! i put my whole pussy into it lmao

summary: brothers best friend!hange x f!reader modern au.

warnings: 18+ minors & ageless blogs dni!! explicit sexual content. poc friendly! nb!hange x female!reader. forbidden/secret relationship, switch!hange, switch!reader, older brother!levi. lesbian activity, yearning, angst? jealousy, fwb!abby anderson x reader cameo, dirty talk, tongue piercing, fingersucking, fingering, munching, strap usage, strap licking, hange refers to the strap as their cock once, they're both whores. for eachother <3. can't think of anything else. hange is tatted n pierced cos i said so :p

wc: 12.4k words.. look idk either don't ask. proofread but there's so many words im sure there's bound to be errors with my dyslexic ass.

—

As a child, you always used to follow your older brother everywhere. I mean, that's kind of a rite of passage as a younger sibling. You looked up to him, his friend group was nice to you, much to Levi's discontent, always buying you ice cream and little snacks and ruffling your hair until it was a tangled mess on your head.

You were only two years younger than him, but he acted like you were eight years old whenever you'd ask if you could go out with him and his friends.

"No—you can come when you're taller than me." He'd say, it worked when you were still smaller, but you had a little growth spurt, making you almost the same height as him. Levi hated that, being victim to endless teasing from both your parents and his friends.

"But, I'm already almost taller than you?"

"Doesn't matter, brat." But he'd sigh, and let you go anyway. Feeling your mother's stare on him, no words needed, a simple look that stated, 'Take her with you, and don't argue,"

It wasn't like you didn't have any friends of your own to hang out with, but his were just, so cool. So different to yours. They stayed out much later and did more fun things like going to buy milkshakes and sit around idly in parks. Stuff your friends weren't allowed to do.

Plus, one particular friend of his always caught your eye more than the others. Hange.

With their comfy cardigans and messy hair, cheerful smile and bright demeanour. They were way taller than Levi, you always found that funny. How technically, he wasn't even tall enough to go out either by the standards he placed on you.

Looking back on it, you were a little embarrassed at how you trailed after Hange like a lost puppy. Eyeing their every move and following them as you tried to force their attention on you. Cringing at your younger self, you just really liked them. Wanted to be their friend, to hang out with them as much as you could.

Now, though, you had all grown into adulthood, you were in your first semester at college, at home for the first break of the year. The woes of young adulthood following you around like it did everyone else.

Levi and Hange remained best friends throughout, many of his other friends moving to distant colleges, whilst both of them stayed local, their friendship held strong.

You were currently reading a book on your bed as you heard the familiar laughs from Hange, and chattering from Levi through the open gap of your door.

You always admired their friendship, how close they were and the effort they made into retaining it. Many of your own friendships had come and gone, lost to time and petty arguments but theirs never did, not even once.

Sure, you had Mikasa, the closest you had to a best friend but she was bound to you by familial ties and family values. You often wondered if your friendship would've remained if you weren't cousins. You weren't ungrateful, though, Mikasa is a ride-or-die type of person. If you were friends with her, she'd die for you. Her own code of loyalty un-breaking in the face of silly things that'd rip other friendships apart. You hadn't seen her for a few days, though. She'd gone on some trip with her parents and boyfriend, and not wanting to ruin their family bonding time you opted to stay at home during the holidays.

Consequently, you were insanely bored. Out of your mind, even. You had read that book maybe five times? You weren't sure if you had it in you to finish it for the sixth. So, rather begrudgingly, you made your way down the stairs, to where Levi and Hange were sat playing video games on the couch.

Hange's legs were spread as their elbows rested on each knee, both of them hunched over their remotes, backs bent to feel closer to the screen. Shouting incoherently as their chosen characters were beating each other up, throwing high kicks and brutal uppercuts in a 1v1.

You watched them for a while, laughing as Levi got his ass kicked by Hange's chosen character. Claiming that Hange was cheating to make himself feel better about losing.

Hange hadn't changed much, their features were the same, albeit more pronounced and mature. It was their style that changed the most, going from dorky graphic tees to tightly cropped tank tops that exposed their arms and baggy ripped jeans that hung low on their slender hips. Not to mention the new piercings and the tats that now covered their wrists and upper chest, often poking through the collar hem.

Their hair was shorter, now, too. Layered strands falling out of its tie as shorter pieces framed the structure of their face. A curved, short metallic line pierced through their right eyebrow, along with a small band hanging off their septum on a curved nose. Hange was always attractive, for sure, but they got insanely hot. Confidence just radiated from them as they got comfortable in their own skin. You had always been drawn to them, you just got better at hiding it. The prefrontal cortex developing into self-awareness at how embarrassing it was to be so openly craving Hange's attention. Plus, they were Levi's best friend, it simply couldn't happen.

Did I mention they were also gay? You remembered when Hange first came out to Levi, nervously telling him about a crush they had on a cute barista in the city. You also especially remembered the way your chest constricted and the bitter taste that soured your tongue as Hange fawned over this cute girl they spoke to just a few times.

Levi took it well, like a good friend, besides he was gay, too— in love with Erwin. He told you about their secret kisses and conflicted feelings one night, after a bit too much to drink that he was heartbroken when Erwin moved away, and onto to better things. A disregarded potential relationship that never kicked off, he hasn't found another half since. You wished he would, he was a good person.

Hange noticed you standing behind them, head turning slightly for confirmation of your presence before turning back to try and focus on the screen. You were bent over the back of the couch, elbows resting on the cushions as you watched their game, the loose, comfy shorts exposing your thighs and a tight long-sleeved shirt with a cut down to the chest, pretty white lace rimming the hem as it sunk down. Due to your position, the grooves of your cleavage were slightly exposed, enhanced by the propping up by your elbows on the couch.

Hange suddenly started doing really bad at the game, their fumbling allowed Levi to throw them off and back them into the far edge of the screen, hit after hit until the health bar lowered fully and a low 'fatality' sounded out from the speakers.

"Fucking finally!" Levi exclaimed, shocked but happy that he won a match at long last. Hange groaned, setting the controller down, standing up to stretch their limbs, tank riding up their stomach as they did so.

"I don't even know how that happened, man." "Needa get your head in the game!" Levi was revelling in his win, clearly it must not happen very often for him. "Big talk for someone who lost every other match," Hange teased, taking a sip from their bottled water as they glanced up at you.

"Wanna play?" They asked, passing you the remote. "Nah, I'm good, would rather watch you beat Levi." "Man, screw you." Levi chuckled, knowing you weren't wrong. He had won by pure chance, and perhaps a little added distraction.

You moved around the couch to enter the kitchen for some snacks, Hange's gaze trailing after you as you walked away. Eyes falling down to subtly observe the way the hem of your shorts cut off a little too far up on your thighs, shaping around the curve of your ass as the soft fabric swished with your movements. You looked fucking good, with your hips that now filled out any pair of your jeans, smooth thighs and nice bre—

"Stop that," Levi tutted, smacking his hand hard on the back of Hange's head. "Hey! Stop what?" Hange responded, more defensively than they'd like to admit, rubbing their head over where Levi's knuckles had collided. "Staring at her," He whispered, not wanting you to hear from within the kitchen. He could hear you messing with plates and opening drawers, it was safe for now.

"I wasn— wasn't staring at her, man." "Sure. It's not like I have eyes or anything," Levi rolled his eyes, "Just don't stare at my sister like that, creep."

Hange scoffed, lowering their gaze to the remote, they weren't being a creep, right? You just got really hot, it wasn't a crime to look. It's not like they were going to actually try anything. You were Levi's little sister, for crying out loud!

"Whatever, man, let's just play," Hange muttered, loading the next match up. "Don't forget the promise." Levi murmured, eyes locked on the screen, not even looking at them as he said it.

Ugh, the promise.

The promise that Levi made his male, straight friends make to him, and then Hange, too, when they came out as a lesbian, the 'don't you dare try anything on her,' promise.

It happened one day after he caught Jean eyeing you up perversely, followed by an inappropriate comment about just how attractive you got and that he'd willingly take you out, amongst other things. Levi, being unimpressed as always, slapped him across the head, not so kindly letting him know you were strictly off-limits. That he shouldn't dare try anything, lest he face Levi's wrath.

He may have found you annoying, but you were still his sister. No matter what, he'd always want to keep you away from certain things, if he could help it. Canoodling around with Jean and ending up hurt was one of them, he didn't want another comment to be made like that in the future, so he made the others promise, too.

Hange wasn't like that, weren't a player by any means. Quite the opposite, respectful of women and monogamous, in fact, Hange had been the victim of being cheated on a few times. Never the other way around.

No, his motivations for making Hange promise were different than when he made Jean do it. Hange was his longest and most closest friend, he'd be damned if something were to happen between you, get fucked up and cost him their friendship. Didn't want the uncomfortable risk of being made to pick sides when something goes wrong and lose it all.

So that was that, you were off-limits. It was made abundantly clear. He didn't really care what you did with people he didn't know, or wasn't close with, isn't his business, frankly. But anyone in his friend group? No way. That was way too close for comfort.

"No one could forget the promise, Levi, y'never let 'em." Hange huffed, he had always been so insistent with it. "Good."

Hange hated that promise, with a passion. I mean, it's not like they intended to break it, and hurt Levi. But, come on? A promise? It's not like they'd fuck you around. You meant way more than that.

With a plate full of little cut up fruits in your hand, you stepped back into the living room, humming a random tune to yourself. Painfully, blissfully unaware of the conversation that had just taken place between them.

Hange made sure to keep their eyes locked in on the screen, especially as you sat yourself down on the floor in front of the couch, directly in front of Hange so you wouldn't block the television. Then especially as you grabbed at the squares of cut watermelon, propping it on your tongue and even more especially when Hange caught little drops of fruit juice trickling down the corner of your mouth. Their eyes darted away quickly, frenzied button smashing as they beat Levi again.

With an annoyed groan from Levi and a loud cheer from you, Hange felt a swell of pride within their chest as you rejoiced in their win against your brother. This is bad, they thought, they need to push that shit all the way down. And quickly.

—

A few days had passed, and the conversation they had the other day was completely forgotten, at least by Levi. It was eating Hange up alive. Guilt feeding at their chest as they knew none of this wouldn't end well, one way or another. It was getting harder and harder to be around you and pretend. Pretend that they weren't having weird thoughts about their best friend's sister.

Maybe Levi would make an exception for them?

Hange grunted, head in their hands as they knew that would simply never happen. Levi had made it too big an issue of it to simply back down now.

They were dreading the barbecue your family had so kindly invited them to, Hange was pretty much an honorary member of the household. Your parents absolutely loved them. Hange would hate to ruin that. Their own family wasn't as nice, or as welcoming. Hange felt extremely grateful that they had been given a second home and been able to experience what it was actually meant to be like. That couldn't all just go down the drain.

And yet, there you were.

Amongst the members of your family and invited friends, you were sitting outside on a deck chair, huddling around the table with Mikasa and another unidentified person, some buff woman with a long, blonde braid, whispering to each other, god knows what about. Your hand was cradled around the glass of your self-made cocktail, the other gesturing to match whatever you were talking about, a bright smile on your tainted dark-red lips and long-winged eye-liner to match.

Hange couldn't help but stand there and admire you. Levi's words echoed in their head whilst they looked at how the short, white dress fit around your chest. The way it tightly hugged your waist and flowed out. Levi's words repeated over and over like a mantra all the while.

I'm so fucking screwed.

That feeling soon doubled, however. Hange was sipping on their cold beer, taking a long swig of it. Their fingers tightened around the neck of the bottle as that unnamed person next to you placed their muscled arm around your waist. Comfortably and without a care in the world. Like it was so easy for them. The twist in their chest exacerbated when you leaned into their touch, placing your head on their shoulder, as you continued speaking with Mikasa.

Hange broke their gaze away as Levi shouted them over, asking for them to grab some spare cutlery from the kitchen. Being close enough with your family, Hange was often tasked with helping out. They didn't mind, honestly they'd rather go clean the whole damn kitchen if it meant not watching the way the blonde carelessly nuzzled her nose into your neck, and the giggles that left your lips. Hange wanted it to be them.

They quickly made their way into the empty house, the guests enjoying the sunshine outside as your father singed spiced meat on the barbecue. Chattering and drinking away. All of them without a care.

Hange stood there for a few seconds, trying to regulate themselves and rationalise. That the image of that shouldn't have affected them so much. They were being a terrible friend to Levi by even allowing the discomfort, by allowing the anger to be fuelled by a sight of you cuddling up to someone else. Knowing that they could never freely do so.

Hange didn't hear you step into the kitchen, about to grab some paper towels for the drink you'd spilled all over the table outside.

"Um, are you okay?"

Your recognisable voice rang out amongst the silence, Hange's head turning towards you.

"Oh—um, yeah, yeah, I'm good." Lies.

"You sure?" You stepped closer to them, placing a hand on their bicep with concern. Hange could smell the intoxicating signature perfume you always wore, vanilla with tones of lavender, "You were just kinda stood there?" Your expression was worried, brows furrowed as you looked them over.

You had always been so caring, especially towards Hange, but right now it was just stressing them out. Too confusing. It was allowing them to think too deeply on the why.

"I just... forgot what I came here for," Another lie. Yet, the way it came out from them was way too easy, one of the perks of growing up in a house where you had to evade certain truths to avoid harsh punishment.

You bit your lip and furrowed your brows, a hint that you didn't quite believe what they were spewing, but decided not to push it.

"Alright, I just came for some napkins," Your hand left their arm, "You should join us out there, Mikasa wants to ask you stuff about her course, you both study the same thing."

Greaat. Hange wanted to throw themself on the barbecue. Of fucking course.

Hange and Levi were in their last year of college, due to graduate this year. Mikasa started studying the same course, Hange remembered you mentioning it once. Normally, they'd have no qualms about helping out, but right now? Having to sit with you all, right next to the woman they had no idea you were even seeing? And watch helplessly as she touched you in the places Hange so desperately wanted to in her stead? No, thank you.

But Hange has never been able to say no to you. So with a heavy heart, and a stiff smile they nodded. "Would love to,"

—

Hange was not having a happy fun time. Having joined your table with Levi, in hopes that it wouldn't be so suspect if he was there, too. It was fucking difficult, trying to eat your dad's delicious cooking and your mother's famously drizzled salad, whilst you and the other girl, who they now know was called Abby, were chatting amongst yourselves.

Hange tried to focus on the questions about the course that Mikasa had. Tried to be helpful, not glaring at the muscled blonde that enjoyed touching you up at a family gathering a little too much. How could Levi not have a problem with this? How could he sit there and eat nonchalantly like his little sister wasn't getting felt up by this stranger you'd invited?

Hange would never be able to do this, not in a million years.

Mikasa had eventually ran out of questions for Hange, leaving the table with the typical silence that befalls over people enjoying a good meal. Apart from you and Levi bickering a little bit, and a few chatters between you, Mikasa and Abby, there was a lot of empty gaps.

Hange was usually someone that had a lot to say, with a lot to contribute to group outings, sometimes even too much. But right now? They could barely find a word to utter. Focusing on sipping their beer and finishing their meal. All whilst trying to ignore how Abby's hand landed at your thigh, with a squeeze so subtle that no one else batted an eye at it, except Hange.

They were hyperaware of all of the touches, and not proud to admit how it made their entire body seethe. Was this your new girlfriend? Hange didn't even know you were into women. Obviously, asking in the past would've probably made Levi question their motives, so they just always assumed you were straight, accepting they didn't have a chance. Hange's brain felt heavy, so full of thoughts that just wouldn't stop.

"Are you feeling better?" The sweetness in your voice didn't help, neither did the cautious look in your eyes as you asked them the question, clearly still thinking about Hange's odd behaviour from earlier. "Yeah, why?" "You've been quieter than usual, weirdo, it's freaky." said Levi, picking his food apart with a fork.

"I'm fine." They muttered, necking the last dregs of the bottle, hating how the attention had turned to them. Focus on the weird stranger feeling up your sister, not me!

After a while, Hange and Levi excused themselves, leaving the table and going to play video games in the living room, Hange thanked their lucky stars they could finally leave the table. Storming away would've brought too many questions they weren't ready to answer yet.

—

Night fell, the guests had left, your parents had gone to bed and all that remained was you and Abby chatting outside. Hange was nested on the couch in the dark, cozied up with a blanket. Levi didn't like sharing his bedroom very often, so Hange was sometimes exiled to the couch— it was a really comfortable couch, though, so it wasn't the worst scenario.

No, the worst scenario was right outside the backyard door, trying to creep inside quietly. Hange thought it was just you, at first, trying to drunkenly enter the house without waking your parents. They hadn't expected to see the Abby's silhouette trailing behind you, hand in hand.

It was dark, but certain lights from the outside were shining through the door, which was more a slidable window than a door. Hange wanted to sink into the couch when they heard your soft gasps as they could make out Abby pressing you up against the wall. Followed by the low smacking of lips against your neck as you let out a quiet moan, Abby quickly covered your mouth with her palm to keep you quiet, with a gentle, ssh. Clearly, neither of you noticed the other presence in the room, sat on the couch with an unfortunate view of the whole thing.

This was torture. Was this God's punishment for emotionally breaking Levi's promise? For having such thoughts about you and weird, romantic feelings towards you since you were both teens?

Hange shut their eyes, heart racing from accidentally witnessing the intimate sight, awkwardly covering their face with the blanket so they could see no more. Wishing that their torture would end. Unfortunately, they could still hear you kissing each other as you led Abby upstairs to your bedroom. They could still hear your door shut and the subsequent creaking of your bed right above their head.

They just didn't happen to hear the way you accidentally ended up moaning Hange's name into Abby's ear as she fucked you.

—

You were mortified.

So ashamed of your own actions as the sober morning awoke your thoughts. It had been a very awkward encounter between you and Abby.

Look, you weren't dating, it was a purely physical relationship. It started a few weeks ago when you needed some quick relief from someone you trusted and Abby happened to feel the same. You were both on the same page that there were no feelings involved, a simple friends with benefits agreement. A you scratch my back, I scratch yours, situation.

That doesn't mean that explaining to your college friend why you had moaned your brother's childhood best friend's name into her ear as she was knuckles deep inside you was a fun conversation to have. You didn't exactly fucking mean to, Hange had just looked so delicious all day, as they always did, you couldn't get them out of your mind. Plus, they were behaving odd yesterday, and as a concerned citizen, of course they had ended up on your mind? That was normal, right?

Abby was understanding, of course, she was, she was the sweetest. Even going as far as wishing you good luck and hoping that it ends up with the outcome you want. It didn't alleviate the embarrassment, though, finding yourself locked alone in the early morning hours as Abby vacated your house. You didn't want to face Hange, even if they didn't know what happened— you did, that was enough motivation to isolate yourself for the rest of eternity.

The sound of your stomach rumbling was the only thing that propelled you out from your bed, forcing you to go downstairs and feed yourself some breakfast. So imagine your horror as you saw Hange laying on the couch, awake, watching videos on their phone in the early hours of the morning, as they sometimes do when Levi doesn't feel like sharing his tiny bed. He was a notoriously late riser. Did they see you and Abby last night? You'd been a bit too inebriated last night to notice if they had been there whole time. That just makes you feel even worse.

Hange was the one you wanted. You had always wanted Hange, even when you were younger and didn't realise what that drive was called. As you grew up and realised what it was, you just shoved it deeply away for Levi's benefit, knowing he was uncomfortable with you dating his friends. What a shitty situation.

"Looked like you had fun last night," Hange spoke without looking at you, eyes stuck on their phone. They don't know why they even said that. They shouldn't have said anything at all. It was none of their business, and it shouldn't matter. You weren't theirs. It shouldn't bother them if you were dating someone else, it definitely shouldn't make their chest tighten a cold grip around their throat at the thought of you sleeping with someone else.

"Uh, did you see anything?" what a great job of not sounding suspicious.

"I saw enough to know you had fun," Hange muttered, rolling their eyes, lifting themself up into a seated position.

"I'm so sorry, we didn't realise anyone was here," The shame was visibly clear in your voice, the way it fumbled and stuttered, "I wouldn't have done that if I saw you were here."

"Wouldn't have slept with her or wouldn't have done it in your living room?" It was out before Hange could stop it, resenting the reeking jealousy hanging off their words. They had no right.

"I.. it's not like I slept with her right on top of you." You defended, not enjoying Hange's clear disappointment towards you, it didn't feel good in your stomach.

"Hm— it was close enough." stop it, Hange, what exactly are you doing? Their inner monologue shouted at them.

"Please, like you've never slept with anyone before." You crossed your arms over your chest, sighing, getting visibly more upset.

"I—you're right. I'm sorry, it's not my place." Hange ceded, taking a deep breath that matched yours. Finally looking in your direction to make eye contact. They didn't love the guilt that was riddled on your face, they shouldn't have made you feel bad for that. It wasn't fair on you.

You eased up at their words, uncrossing your arms as you placed yourself next to them on the couch. Dropping on the cushion beside them with a loud thump.

"Please, just don't tell Levi, okay? I don't wanna hear it."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Hange's expression was vague, a weird mix of defeat and weak despair, their teeth drawing in their lower lip. You rested your head against Hange's shoulder, it felt too tense, a frigid air haunting the room as they placed their head over yours.

"She's not my girlfriend, alright, we just sleep together sometimes." There was no reason for you explain yourself, not officially anyway. You just didn't want Hange to think that you were dating Abby.

Hange nodded, ignoring the punch of all punches that just punctured deep within their chest, "Don't worry, I won't say anything, dear." Their words were soft, a sudden contrast to the escalating conflict that was about to happen moments before. Lifting your head slightly, your eyes met, looking up at Hange, who matched the eye contact. Both of you just sat there for a few seconds, gazing at each other with terse silence. Both forced to sit with the uncomfortable tension.

Against your better judgement, your gaze sunk to Hange's lips, just before the sound of Levi's bedroom door opening upstairs split you two away from each other. Heart race sped up against your ears as the both of you jumped up into proper posture like you hadn't just been inches apart a second ago. Levi was whistling as he came down the stairs, and you prompted yourself to finally get yourself some breakfast.

Staying inside the house was too much for you today, it was a Friday night, you should go out and have fun! Forget all these weird thoughts and just let loose. You messaged Mikasa whilst your bread was toasting, asking if she was up for going out later. Once she answered with an agreement, you had eaten your toast and told Levi you had plans for the night. Your parents had left early that morning for a weekend get-away, leaving him in charge of the house.

—

On the Uber ride back home from the bar, you felt bad for the poor driver. He had to listen to you and Mikasa talk nonsense and laugh hysterically at literally nothing reasonable, you had to remember to give him a tip. He definitely deserves it. Nothing worse than dealing with stupidly drunk people when you're stone sober. You ended up drinking more than you intended, spilling your feelings to Mikasa who listened intently to your woes before trying to get your mind off things—off Hange specifically.

The Uber reached your house, and you said your goodbyes, making sure Mikasa was sharing the trip with you so that you could make sure she got home safely, too. Girl code, you know?

At your doorstep, you struggled to find your keys, lost deep in the depths of your tote bag. You don't even know why you still used them, they were bad for your posture and everything gets lost in them. You resorted to loudly knocking on the door repeatedly so Levi could let you in.

"Why are you banging on the door like you're being chased?" Hange said, why they opened the door and not your brother, you were too drunk to figure out.

"I.. can't find my keys,"

Hange sighed, chuckling as they let you in. Seemingly over the encounter you both shared that morning. You definitely weren't.

"Where's Levi?" You mumbled, tripping over your the doorstep as you attempted to make your way inside, clawing at the wall to keep yourself stable. You hoped that sober you wouldn't remember that.

"On the phone to your parents, they wanted him to take a photo of something they forgot to take," Hange grabbed your wrist, holding you up as they brought you inside, "Just how drunk are you?"

"Hella," you laughed, your eyes sparkling up at them. Drunkenness evident in your face just by your eyes.

"Great, your parents won't want to see you like this,"

"What—I'm fine! I got home okay?" You argued, before Hange shushed you so that your parents couldn't hear your drunken slurring, grabbing your phone from your pocket, "Need to check if Mikasa did,"

Catching Levi's attention, he twisted his neck around to see what was going on, muting the microphone from his phone, so he could speak to Hange.

"Is she drunk?" He sighed, unamused and definitely not impressed.

"Like a pirate." Hange responded, still holding you up by your wrist, you glanced at their bare arms. Putting your phone away as the notification that Mikasa's journey had ended.

"I'm not that drun—"

"Fucks sake, Hange, take her upstairs." Levi interrupted you, tutting, not wanting to turn the mic back on until you'd both gone upstairs.

Hange pretty much carried you up, following behind you on the staircase like a bodyguard, with an arm held out to ensure that you didn't fall over and break something. Once you reached your bedroom safely, Hange brought you to your bed, taking off your boots and jacket before making you lie down on the mattress. You just looked up at them as they helped you wordlessly, watched as they grabbed a water bottle from your bedside table and passed it to you.

"You should drink some of that before you sleep, it'll help you tomorrow."

"I don't need water, like I said, I feel fine..." You argued again, ignoring that the room was spinning too much as you finally laid horizontally. Alcohol was grim.

"Just drink it." Hange crossed their arms, not budging until you lifted the bottle to your lips, almost drinking half of it before setting it down. Hadn't realised how thirsty you actually were.

"There, happy?"

"Very, goodnight." They turned around to leave you, hand hovering over the light-switch.

"Hange, wait." You shouted, they turned back around to face you, as you continued, "Can you stay with me? The room is spinning—don't wanna throw up."

Hange's eyes widened, mouth splitting open. "I.. don't think that's a very good idea." Levi was right downstairs, what if he thinks Hange was taking advantage of you or something?

Your persistence was almost admirable, lips curved into a slight pout as you gaze broke through theirs, reaching over to tug at Hange's shirt, "Please, Hange?"

With this, Hange was once again reminded of their inability to say no to you, sighing with defeat as they sat just an inch on your bed, their back to you as you were laid down. The awkward distance in between made it clear that they were planning on leaving again shortly, deciding to just linger around until you fell asleep, messing with their nails to pass the time. You were taking a while to drift away though, not happy with how far they were sitting from you, like you were contagious.

Whilst they were distracted with their fiddling, you drunkenly thought it was a good idea to grab the back of their shirt. Pulling at it until Hange was laying side by side to you, you ignored Hange's surprised yelp and rested your head on their chest. It felt more secure than the pillow, the room not spinning as much.

"That's better," you beamed, happy with yourself, snuggling in between Hange's arm as you sighed contently, basking in their warmth. Meanwhile, Hange was panicking, praying that Levi wouldn't walk in and think the worst. They hoped you couldn't feel their heart speed up with your proximity, or the quickened rises of their chest with your head snuggled into them as you tucked your feet underneath yourself.

Hange tried to ease their racing heartbeat by looking around your room. It was very you. Your personality all over the walls and decorations. Hange thought you had drifted off by then, until your voice broke the calming silence.

"You're so pretty, Hange."

They turn to face you, heart skipping as they see the starry admiration in your eyes, attributing that to the alcohol.

"You've clearly had too much to drink," Hange tries to shrug it off, despite the hot red splotching in their cheeks. They messed with their eyebrow piercing, spinning it around, a habit that formed quickly after it healed.

You firm it though, the many volumes of gin in your system easing your words out, "No. I always thought it, even when I wasn't legally allowed to drink," you huffed, nuzzling deeper into their chest, almost reaching the crook of Hange's neck.

Hange was freaking out, fumbling to think of a response, convincing themself that you were just drunkenly babbling—desperate to not let a little spark of hope develop into an unstoppable force. Yet, you held firm as an immovable object, wanting them to know just how serious you were. So they just scoffed, leaning their head back against your headboard in false nonchalance.

"I mean it! I had a little crush on you when we were younger."

Hange short-circuited, you had a crush on them? Wait—what do you mean by had? Did it disappear? Dissipated and lost in the wind as your network of people expanded and Hange wasn't the only person in your close proximity? They had a crush on you, too, but it never left.

Your head fell forwards, the weight of your own head too heavy to hold up any longer as it sank lower and lower, eventually resting totally on Hange. "Always wanted you to like me back—it's embarrassing..." you mumbled, eyes fluttering shut as your voice grew more drowsy, "Maybe one day."

Just Hange's luck, right? They wanted you to fall asleep that entire time and you'd refused, but as soon as you put those blasphemous words out there, sleep had already gotten its grip on you. By the time Hange worked up the courage to look down at you, you were snoozing away, regular, soft breaths escaping as you slept peacefully— unaware of the brain damage you just inflicted.

Well, shit, what now?

—

Levi was subsequently left alone downstairs the entire night. He knew he asked Hange to take you upstairs, but they'd been up there for a damn long time, now. It's not like he didn't trust Hange, he'd trust Hange with his life and yours any day. They were not a threat in any sense of the word.

But he had this itchy feeling in the back of his head, that he just had to go check out what was happening. He took himself up the stairs, waiting outside your bedroom door for a minute to sus if he could hear anything through the walls. At the silence, he turned the doorknob and looked at the scene.

Your boots, side by side in line on the floor against your bed. Your jacket neatly folded up at the edge of the bed. And then you, cradling a half-empty bottle of water as you were cozied under Hange's arm, both fully dressed, sleeping soundly and undisturbed on their chest. Hange was gone, too. Lost the fight against sleep as their head was leaning against the headboard, not the comfiest position but he'd seen Hange sleep in way worse conditions.

You two looked.. almost sweet. Innocently sleeping on each other that it almost made Levi feel guilty about the stupid promise.��Almost.

The risk was still too strong a threat. Too big a risk to chance. It's not like he was stupid, he'd clocked your attraction to each other a long time ago, he just hadn't anticipated there being emotional sweetness along with it. With a sigh, Levi closed the door and went to his own bedroom.

—

Light was beaming through your curtains, your eyes fluttered open as you awoke. Luckily, your head wasn't pounding too much, you were thankful that you got minimal level hangovers. The only thing you needed was water, throat feeling scratchy, but you just felt so comfortable. Your eyes opened properly, the strain of sleep having latched your eyes shut, a saw what you were laying on. Or rather—who.

Hange was fast asleep beside you, neck bent slightly to the side, their arm was around your back and your arm around their stomach. Your stomach sank as you noticed you had been cuddling them in their sleep, as memories of last night started popping through your mind. That's embarrassing, you thought. Looking back at Hange, you took the opportunity to admire them. Freely allowing yourself to admire their long eyelashes that casted lines of shadows on their skin, that lovely nose as it dipped into their septum piercing. Plump lips pouty as they rested. They were beautiful, breathtaking in the soft light of the morning.

Picking yourself up, you quickly made your way through to the bathroom to brush your teeth, promptly returning back to your spot on the bed.

You grabbed a water bottle, it'd been wedged underneath you during your sleep, hurting your ribs a little bit. There was half of it left, that's enough for now. Attempting to be quiet as you drank, but it was obvious that the crackles of plastic were too loud for Hange to continue sleeping, lifting their head as their gaze fell on you. "Hi." you breathed out, a cautious greeting against the silence in the room.

"Hi." Hange rasped out, voice deeper, coated with sleep. You sat up, not wanting to make Hange feel uncomfortable by leaning yourself against them any longer.

"How you feeling?" they asked, using the free space around them to sit up straight and stretch out their back, cracking as it did.

"Fine.." you responded, "uh—thank you for helping me last night."

Hange's cheeks heated up, breaking contact as they cleared their throat. So did you remember? Did you remember the haunting words you whispered into the night as you fell asleep?

"Yeah—um, no need to thank me," "Well, still—thank you for staying with me."

Hange nodded, their demeanour deflating as they failed to hold eye contact with you. What could they say? That they would stay with you forever if you asked? That they would gather you in their arms and keep you comfortable any day if it meant seeing the content smile on your lips? That they wished you had meant those sacred words?

"I'm—uh—a little embarrassed," You muttered, playing with the rimmed edges on the bottlecap, "I—"

"Y'don't need to explain—I get it, you were drunk."

Gaping up at them, you let out a sigh, "That.. wasn't what I was gonna say."

Hange was slipping away from you, their usual tender sweetness towards you covered by an uncharacteristic stiffness. You had no choice but be honest with them. Hange deserves to know the truth.

"I meant it, you know? That's why I'm embarrassed."

That seemed to grab their attention, their eyes finally meeting yours. The rise and fall of their chest increasing, eyebrows quipping up, you continued.

"I've always liked you," you whispered, "I just wish it didn't come out like that, if it hadn't maybe you'd believe me."

"But, Abby—"

"Was a distraction. A bad way of keeping myself away from you," you grabbed their hand, holding it, "'cos I don't know if you've noticed, Hange, but it's always been you."

Hange's mouth split open, lips moving as they thought of a response. You took the surprise on their face and the silence on their lips as an admission that your feelings just simply weren't returned.

"I-I know it's a lot to put on you, I'm sorry— I just couldn't hold it in—"

"I feel the same way." was their direct response, cutting you off before you could take the words back. To stop them from seeping into the walls and being long forgotten.

Biting your lip, eyes staring at one another's nervously, contrasting the serenity of the bedroom's illumination. Tentatively, you reached out a hand, placing it lightly on Hange's jaw. Letting out a soft breath, Hange's eyes fell shut, deeply nudging their face closer into the caress of your hand. Eyes only opening when they felt your body budge itself on the bed, seeing how close you now were to their lips.

"Hange," you muttered, words laced with your nerves. Your stomach rippling with uncertainty, the anticipation making you shiver as you leaned closer to them, lips inches away from theirs.

"We can't," Hange whimpered, the hesitation evident, "Levi will kill me." Their voice was so quiet, scared to utter the fact that you both knew. You're off-limits. No matter how much they craved feeling your lips on theirs. That facts remained.

"I don't fucking care about Levi."

Truthfully, you've simply had enough of your older brother being an obstacle in the only relationship you wanted. Throughout the span of your life, you've yearned for Hange, there's no way you'd allow this chance to escape you.

"If we both want this," Your dangerously sweet whispers were serpentine, like a siren sinking a sailor to their certain death. Even as your heart was racing, one of your thighs moved over Hange's stomach, until eventually you were straddling over them, Hange's dainty hands trembled as they delicately hovered over your thighs, almost scared to touch you, "Why should it matter?"

Dampening your bottom lip with a quick dart of your tongue, you leaned into them again, thighs tightening around Hange's midsection as that little black dress of yours from last night rode up, exposing more of your legs. Hange gripped the skin of your plush thighs so hard, a testament to their restrained desires.

"Why should he stop you from going after what you want?"

Your lips met the skin below Hange's ear, grazing light pecks that caused goosebumps up their spine. Hange was breathing heavily beneath you, head hanging back as they bit back sighs. Their conflicting thoughts seeping in their brain, overshadowed by the skimming of your lips burning their skin.

"Fuck—"

Hange lifted their thigh, pressing it against the centre of your legs, as your teeth sunk over their neck. Sucking on the soft skin and running your tongue over. Hange couldn't hold back a little whimper at the contact, especially as your hips began rolling, rubbing your clothed centre over their propped up thigh.

"I—I want you so bad, Hange, please."

That was it. The rope of restraint snapped, the moment had reached over its boiling point as you whimpered against their neck. Hange grabbed the top of your spine, eyes meeting briefly before they melded their lips over yours.

You were whirling, hips grinding against Hange as your lips connected ardently. Feverishly slow open-mouthed kisses as you gasped into each other's touch. Years of mutually hidden cravings possessing your actions, feeling your tongues brushing desperately over into each other's mouths. Hange tugged at your ass, gripping at the skin through your clothes with a tight clasp.

Hange then separated your lips, looking up at you through their pretty eyelashes to gaze upon your state. With your eyes black with desire, they guided your hips into rhythm against their leg. Leaning their head up to kiss your neck, low, gentle pecks echoing within the room as you were trembling on top of them, chest rising and falling and your sinewy thighs trapping them underneath you. What a sight.

"Hange—"

Hearing their name slip from your lips in such a desperate manner, Hange felt like they should be locked up. The heavy sound of your low whimpers of their name causing a stir of their own burning heat to travel.

Levi was certainly going to kill them, good thing he's still asleep. Unaware of the way Hange was touching his sister in the next room. The whole thing was sinful, just reprehensible. The promise long forgotten, shoved to their back of their mind.

"You're fucking delightful, angel,"

Hange lifted themself up, back straight and chest tightly pressed to yours. Their hand rising from your ass to grip your lower back, fingers holding you in place to jut their knee against your core, their palm guiding your hips against them. Lips met again to quieten the gasps threatening to escape from within your throat. They couldn't deal with an interruption right now.

The pattern of movement in your hips faltered, grabbing Hange's wrist to place their free hand upon your clothed breast. Hange could feel your hardened nipple poking through the fabric, as their thumb rubbed over—god what they wanted to do. What they would do to see you without your layers, barren and exposed for them.

"I'm so—fuck— love seeing you like this," Your eyebrows were furrowed at their hushed words, teeth skimming over your bottom lip, it spurred them on more, "Thought about this so much, angel."

"Yeah?" You egged them on, pressing yourself harder against their knee, Hange could feel the dampness seeping through your underwear as your shaking hands reached down to unbutton Hange's jeans. They should've come off a long time ago, "I've thought about it, too—god—thought of your fingers, your mouth on me—fuck."

Unbuttoned jeans, and your dress just on as a formality, bunched up in folds around your waist. Hange lifted you up from their knee, your confession driving them over the edge. If only they knew how many times you touched yourself to the thought of them late at night.

Tugging the hem of your dress over your head, immediately catching the way your skin rippled from the chill in the air, nipples perked up and stiffened as your chest was heaving. A trail of hair leading down from your navel to your pussy, still covered by your lacy underwear, it drove Hange stupid.

"Shit— that's fucking hot," Hange rasped, words tight in their throat, desperately trying to keep their voice down.

Wasn't long before Hange was undressed, too. You made sure of that, ripping the shirt off their torso and helping to pull down their jeans. Both of you unclothed in front of each other. Your hands grazed over their breasts, admiring the tattoo beneath their collarbone, spread over the top of their chest, and their tatted forearms. Toned stomach twitching as your fingers travelled down from their chest to their abdomen.

Both of you just admired each other, before you brought your lips back together, open mouths chasing the sensation of each other's lips. You were straddling Hange again, rubbing yourself over their now bare thigh. Your dampness glistened on their skin with each roll, you felt fucking desperate.

"I'm burning for you, Hange—need your touch," You panted, losing yourself in the sight of Hange's slender barren body beneath you. Lost in the starry glaze within their eyes at you, tantalising. Hange groaned gently as they teased a finger on your slit through the fabric that was acting as the only barrier between your bodies, you twitched into their hand. Their knee wasn't enough, you craved more.

"What d'you want, angel?"

"Your mouth, fuck—please-"

The begging left you before you could help it, all you could think about was feeling Hange on you, anywhere, everywhere. Hange squeezed your thighs, laying their spine flat on the bed as they prompted you along their torso, your pussy accidentally grazing over their nipple, inches away from their mouth.

"Sit on my face, angel," Hange ordered, voice lowered and strained at the turned-on shock on your features. Hesitantly, you hovered over their waiting mouth, lacy underwear still on, trying to argue, "But I still have my—"

"ssh—just sit, baby." Hange was determined, hands rubbing over your bare skin as you shuddered on top of them. Silky thighs spread, opened just for them, like an unfurled deity, waiting patiently to be worshipped. They loved seeing you above them like this, aching for them. The slab of your stomach tensed as you tentatively placed yourself over their inviting mouth, feeling their wet tongue brush over your clothed slit.

The texture of the damp lace through their tongue pressing against your clit caused you to let out a shaky moan, a hand coming to grip the headboard, the other covering your own mouth. Hips began sliding autonomously over Hange's face as they sucked your pussy into their mouth, plump lips puckering over the fabric as their tongue swiped over in short bursts, with little pecks in between.

The top of your thighs started to burn from holding yourself up, legs shaking from the weight and the added sensation of Hange lapping underneath you, their muffled groans vibrating into your pussy. Hange's steady eyes were on you, watching. Their eyebrows pinched up as you both made contact. Their hands grabbed your hips, forcing you to rest your full weight on their face and ease the tension in your legs, you moaned into your palm as their tongue was closer to your throbbing centre. Spurred on by the intense way those amber eyes watched you whilst your mouth hung open. You ached to feel the wet muscle on you, to feel their warmth on you properly.

Hange's hand landed at your breast, kneading, your skin melted into the gaps between their fingers, the fat of your breast rolling underneath their hand. Hange's thumb teased over your nipple, spreading spurts of pleasure down your entire spine. Then Hange nipped the hem of your dampened, cotton underwear with their teeth and tugged it to the side, to expose your swollen pussy, leaking and throbbing in the cool air. A swipe of their tongue on your bare slit, lathering your sweet arousal on the tip of their tongue as they swallowed it, tasting you for the first time. They groaned out a muffled mm, into your centre, delighted by your taste. Before diving in to pleasure you properly, blissfully easing the tension that had built up in your core.

"That—hn— feels so good, Hange," your voice was muffled behind your palm, hips rocking over their face, coating their cheeks with your slick, their glasses fogging up with the honeyed arousal. You moved loose hairs from their face, fighting the wet strands as they clung to Hange's skin. "P-please don't fucking stop," you whimpered, gasping, losing control of your hips as you sat pretty on Hange's skilled tongue.

You could feel a coldness on your slit, realising Hange had a tongue piercing you never fucking noticed, the cold metal rubbing over your puffy centre. You leaned back, head hanging back at the chilled sensation, the contrast of Hange's warmth and the cold metal. Hange was struggling to breathe underneath you, clearly enjoying the light suffocation in between your thighs, eyes rolling back as their fingers harshly dug into your ass.

Your fingers travelled down Hange's stomach, reaching back behind you—feeling their abdomen twitch into your hand. Reaching Hange's centre, you rubbed your middle and index finger over their own swollen clit. Moaning as you felt how wet they were, their arousal matching yours in its desperation, Hange's legs spread out to give you better access. Aching for you as you ached for them.

Hange groaned weakly into your centre, lost in the scent, sight and taste of you as you played with their pussy above them, wanting to give them back some of the delectable pleasure they were giving you. Your perked up breasts were bouncing above them with the weight of gravity and the movement of your arm behind you, specks of sweat dripping down your stomach as you started losing rhythm in your hips, quickening up your rocking on their tongue, sometimes their nose would stroke over your clit, driving you further over the edge.

"Ah—fuck, 'm gonna cum," Your voice reached a higher pitch, you bit the back of your hand to stop yourself to shouting, "'m so fuckin' close, Han—gonna cum—fuuck."

Your hips twitched on Hange's face, they eagerly lapped up your arousal as it leaked from your throbbing hole, your release dripping down Hange's chin as they swallowed up what they could, like they were starved. Groaning happily beneath you as your fingers sped up against their clit.

You lifted your pelvis from their face, allowing them to breathe as you turned yourself over to focus on Hange. You placed yourself in between their welcoming, spread legs as they shook against your fingers.

"Fuck—angel.." Hange sighed, eyes closed as your fingers easily slipped inside them, lubricated by their own slick since you came on their tongue. They had been uncomfortably wet ages ago, but they were truly dripping now. Their own hips chased after your hand wretchedly as you curled three fingers against their cervix, rubbing over the squishy spot that had Hange throwing their head into the pillow. Hiding their face and mouth with their tatted wrist, their pelvis grinding into your hand whilst their body rocked from the repeated movements.

You didn't like their face hidden away, obscured by their wrist, so you pulled at it with your free hand, tugging it down until it was trapped on top of their stomach, held down. Hange was crying out, not having a way to cover their face from being restrained, forcing them to expose their expressions as you worked your fingers diligently inside them.

"Shi—ah—keep going, fuck, please—just like that,"

In perfect circumstances, you'd have loved to hear Hange coming undone loudly for you, but right now you needed them to be more quiet, Levi was right in the next room. So, trapping their arm with your chest, you brought your fingers up to their mouth, rubbing over their bottom lip until they split open to suck in your fingers. Their sounds enveloped by your fingers in their mouth, fuck, the sight was heavenly. Your head dropped down, weakly faltering at the scene in front of you.

Hange's arm pushed your head down, moving you forcibly until your face was in front of their heat. The corner of your lips tilted into a self-satisfied smirk as you understood what they were asking of you.

"Want my mouth on you, hm?" you teased, fingers still curling into them as Hange hummed, their head feebly nodding, mouth full of your fingers. Chuckling, you lowered your head, swiping your tongue up their slit, revelling in the minute twitches of Hange's hips. The feeling of your tongue lewdly slurping up their arousal plus your fingers stretching their tight walls in a steady motion, Hange was close to oblivion. Breathlessly gaping down to watch you as you worked hard to please. The deity was in between their thighs, blithely moving your tongue down their pulsing centre.

Their hips faltered, Hange's face stiffening as their eyes rolled back, they were in your heavenly trap— how could they ever get out?

"G'na cum for me, Hange?" you mumbled, pussydrunk as Hange's abdomen tightened, their thighs taut against your head, dragging you impossibly closer. You whined into their core as Hange released the pressure of their climax into your mouth.

You popped your other fingers out of Hange's mouth, spreading their saliva around their jaw as they quivered, riding out their saccharine release.

"Fuuck," Hange's whimper was soft, spent, tired out from how hard they came. You sighed as you slipped your fingers out, lapping your digits dry of the droplets of their arousal.

"That's it," you soothed, tranquillising them as you brought your lips up to theirs, hands on their jaw as your naked chests rubbed against each other. Hange looked up at you, their eyes half-lidded as they caught their breath, both of you gazing at each other with unadulterated love in your eyes.

Feeling relatively rejuvenated, Hange's fingers trailed down to the curve of your ass, massaging the skin under your underwear, before ripping it down your thighs. They felt insatiable. Wanted this haze to last as long as possible. You yelped sharply, thinking they were too tired to continue, confused as Hange bent you over, your knees folded on the bed and your ass up.

Hange got into place behind you, caressing down your dimpled spine as their leg nudged you to spread your thighs apart. They ghosted kisses on your skin, hands rubbing over your lower body as they placed a knee in between your legs, teasing your entrance with two fingers.

"Oh, f-fuck," you gasped, head falling down into the mattress to silence yourself as Hange plunged two fingers inside you. There was no need for anymore teasing, you were absolutely dripping. Hange rocked their fingers deep into your cervix, fingertips reaching the back of your walls as your spine curved to let them in even further. A hand met your hip, squeezing the skin as they swung your hips to grind over their knee, stroking your clit as their pretty fingers fucked into you.

Hange thrust their own hips in rhythm with their fingers, imagining that they were fucking you with their strap as a proxy instead of their hands. Getting lost in their own imagination as the skin on your ass recoiled with each hit, you throwing your hips back to meet their thrusts.

"Shit—Hange," you whined, muffling into the blankets as you panted, feeling them move inside you as overstimulation struck. Your clit was so sensitive as it rubbed against their knee. Reaching your arm back, hand flailing for them to grab your hand, craving that extra connection. Hange's hand encompassed your own, gripping it as they didn't relent their movements, holding their chest against your back.

"Fuck, angel—I fuckin' love you," Hange muttered, losing grip on reality and the control over their mouth, not realising what they had just spoken into the universe. You clenched at Hange's words, tight walls sucking in their fingers as you trembled.

"Hange—hn, I love you, fuck,"

"Could be in this pussy forever, 's just fuckin' perfect," Hange drawled, more kisses at the back of your neck and you lost it. Mouth hanging open, you squirted all over the bed and Hange's knee, forcing out their fingers with a pop.

You stilled underneath them, catching your breath back as Hange kissed you through it. Turning your body to the side, in a daze, you met eyes. Truly fucked out.

Hange fell beside you, caressing your sides as you snuggled into their chest.

"Think we were too loud?"

"Hope not," you muttered, "He's a heavy sleeper," Hange chuckled at your answer. They hadn't quite come to the realisation that they had just fucked their best friend's sister into next week, breaking the one promise Levi ever held Hange to, not wanting to think about the consequences.

"You said you loved me," you whispered hesitantly, eyes closing against their heaving chest. A little fearful of bringing it up in case it was just a heat of the moment thing, but since they said it, you couldn't stop thinking about it.

Hange stilled, feeling embarrassed that they uttered something like that during sex, they wouldn't have been as embarrassed about it if it wasn't true.

"I mean—I.. didn't lie,"

"You love me?" You looked up, it was hard to miss the way your doe eyes lightened up, specks of hope glimmering in them. Just like that, Hange's embarrassment dissipated.

"Yes, angel, I've loved you for a while," Hange moved a strand of your hair behind your ear, placing a kiss on your forehead. Biting your lip, you tried to withhold the smile that threatened to break out, failing miserably.

"I, I love you, too, Hange."

—

A week had passed, and Levi was none the wiser to the debauchery that took place in your bedroom that morning. Good, you thought, you weren't ready to tell him yet. You and Hange were in a good place, you didn't want Levi finding out and ruining everything.

Needless to say, you guys had begun secretly seeing each other. Hurried, covert kisses between you whenever he left the room. You couldn't help it, you were addicted, taking every chance you got to feel Hange against you. It'd been years waiting for this, there was no way you could go without it now. It wasn't like you could get much time by yourselves, anyway, you had to take what you could get and be grateful for it.

Dating Hange changed pretty much everything about your relationship, you were so much more comfortable around each other. That high-strung sexual tension that hung over both of you over the last few years had subsided, leaving space for an actual relationship to form where you could talk in comfort, behaving more normally around each other. That wasn't to say you didn't still want to fuck Hange's brains out, you just hadn't had a chance since that day, Levi was always hovering. You'd say he was more suspicious than usual, but why?

If he had heard anything that day, neither of you would be alive to tell the tale. He would've walked right in and killed you both on the spot. You felt like you'd been pretty inconspicuous, too, not saying anything out of the ordinary to Hange and not being touchy in front of him. Perhaps you may have been hanging around them more than usual, but would that be so suspicious?

Surely not, right?

You were craving some more alone time with Hange, wishing Levi would fuck off somewhere and leave you to it. You'd be ready to jump their bones at any given moment.

So when Levi left to go buy groceries for tonight's Hange was supposed to fixing something that had fucked up on their console. Hange's good at fixing things, often being tasked with doing so around the house. Trying to mask your excitement, not waiting to bait yourself out— you went up to your room. Waitied until Levi had got in his car and drove off before you messaged Hange to come upstairs.

Within seconds, Hange entered your room, giggling nervously as you pushed them up against the bedroom door, locking your lips on theirs.

"Hello to you, too," Hange chuckled, their slender hands grasping the sides of your head, getting the hint, as you slipped your tongue into their mouth. Hange moaning into the kiss as you slipped their shirt off, exposing their torso so you could bend your head and pop their nipple into your mouth. Rolling your tongue over the peak as Hange tightened their grip on you.

"Don't have much time, need you—now." you ordered, grabbing a hold of Hange's belt loops and dragging your bodies to the bed. Hange straddled over you as you made out in comfort, not worrying about volume for once. Hange unbuttoned your jeans, pulling them down to your ankles as you whimpered sweetly against their lips. The kiss was fiery, both feeling pent up and looking for mutual release, craving each other so badly. No more hesitation unlike the first time.

You unbuttoned your shirt, leaving it hanging open revealing your stomach and breasts, your hands coming to massage your own nipples as Hange gaped down at you, eyes darkening.

"I have something for you," you panted, eyes lidded as you smirked impishly, a mischievous glint in your eyes that intrigued Hange. You reached down below the bed, opening a box and pulling out a long, thick strap, nibbling on your lower lip as Hange stared incredulously at the toy in your hand.

"Don't you wanna fuck me with it, Hange?" the tone of your voice was too enticing, too seductive as you rubbed your fingers over the silicone. Hange tensed up, watching you tease them with it before passing it into their clasp. Trying to ignore the deep stir swirling in their core, with illicit images of you bouncing on their strap swirling around at the forefront of their mind. Hange rushed to prop it over their legs, tightening the straps around their hips and upper thighs.

"You're gonna be the death of me, angel," Hanged sighed, hands clutching your pillowy thighs. They could feel their pulse thumping in their ears with desire, eager to use the new toy on you. Not unlike you, who'd been itching to show it to your partner as soon as you got it.

"Couldn't sleep last night, Hange, couldn't stop thinking of you fucking me with it," you whined, as Hange's fingers teased your clit with soft touches, lips tilting up at your lewd words.

"That right, angel?" you nodded, "Been touching yourself thinking about it?"

"Fuck, yes.. tried to finger myself to get off, but t'wasn't the same," you huffed, feeling yourself get drenched by your own words, "can't reach as deep as you,"

Hange groaned, sucking your nipple into their mouth as they stroked your clit. You were throbbing, the last few days of fantasising left you feeling needy as fuck. Hange slid two fingers into your slick entrance, letting out a deep moan at how wet you were, at the way your pussy just sucked them right in like they were always meant to be there.

Your eyes fell shut as Hange scissored their fingers against your squishy walls, savouring the stretch to prepare you for the strap. Raising your hand to your mouth, you licked a stripe up your palm and lowered your hand to rub the silicone as it hung from Hange's hips. Hange's head fell down, watching dumbly as you rubbed your hand over it as if it were Hange's actual flesh. You'd swear they could actually feel it, too, the way their mouth split open and their breaths grew heavy. The way it provoked them to remove their fingers and edge the silicone tip over your folds, spreading your own slick all over your pulsing pussy.

"Hange—just put it in, please," You tried to push against it, feeling how Hange was separating your folds apart to lubricate the tip, "'ve been so good,"

Hange chuckled as they saw how ruined you were without them even doing anything. Slowly, they pushed the strap through your entrance, "You have been so good, baby," they pushed up until it were completely buried inside you.

"'n you're g'na take me so well, aren't you, angel?", you were filled to the brim, tears rimming your eyes as you rutted your hips into Hange's, "G'na take every single inch of me, aren't you?"

"Fuck—fuck, yes, Hange," you cried out, not withholding the volume of your moans as Hange began to thrust the silicone deep inside you, hitting the sensitive spot at the very back, "'Y're so fucking deep, f-feels so damn good,"

Hange grabbed your hips, using it as a stabiliser to thrust the strap in and out, your breasts bouncing as your body rocked, whimpering as the familiar ball in your abdomen tightened. Hange stared down at where the silicone disappeared inside your puffed folds, their expressions contorting when it'd come out soaked, with a little white ring of your cum forming around the base.

"Look so fucking good like this, all filled up, shit—and all mine," Hange rasped, fingers left marks on your legs as they swung the silicone deeper inside you. They bent down to lick your nipple, teeth latching around the pebbled peak as your back arched into them.

"All yours—ngh—don't fucking stop," Your arms wrapped around Hange's neck, keeping them close to your body as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your legs slackened around their waist, short nails scratching at Hange's back as the pressure hitting against your cervix got overwhelming.

"W'na see you come all over my cock, fuck,"

The pressure tightened and tightened until your legs were squeezing around Hange, pulling them into you as you released, salacious whines slipping from your pretty lips. Hange moaned with you, sated that they could finally indulge in the libertine noises rolling off your tongue.

"That's it, fuckin' soak it," they muttered, "that's a good girl,"

Hange talked you through it as you came, gushing your slick all over their strap, effectively drenching your lower bodies. They pulled the silicone from your walls, the strap was lathered in your slick.

Your thighs trembled, coming down from your high, as Hange brought the strap to your lips, nudging your mouth open to lick it clean. You lapped up your own mess, Hange watching you intently whilst your tongue skimmed over the plastic. That awoke something in them, something they'd definitely mention next time, you already looked too spent.

Hange affectionally gave you kisses all over your face, praising you for being so good, that you took them so, so well.

"Y'sound divine when you come for me," they mumbled against your neck, those pretty sounds would be imprinted in their brain forever.

"Hange..." you covered your eyes, embarrassed at how loud you had been.

"No point being shy now, my love."

"Ugh," you chuckled, "We should get cleaned up,"

Hange got up and grabbed a towel from your wardrobe, drying your inner thighs off and wherever else you'd leaked your own slick on, before drying their own legs. You both re-clothed yourselves, freshening up and fixing hairstyles to look as if nothing happened. Levi shouldn't be back yet, anyway, you were in the clear for now.

Making your way downstairs, Hange trailing behind you on the stairs, you laughed amongst yourselves. However, that laughter died out immediately as you spotted Levi stood in your living room with his arms crossed, and an unreadable expression on his face.

The atmosphere very suddenly changed, the smile on your face dropped and Hange averted their eyes from their best friend, unable to look him in the eye, putting their hands into their pockets. The shamed guilt was written all over their face.

"Uh—" you tried breaking the silence, but the words got caught in your throat, Levi's glare was too haunting. There was no way in hell he didn't just hear you two fucking, and watched silently as you and Hange ignorantly made your blissful way downstairs. Your heart dropped, tears brimming your eyes as you waited for him to speak. Knowing that the peaceful bubble you and Hange had been in was about to be nastily ripped open.

"Well?" He finally spoke, eyes landing between you and Hange expectantly, "You got nothing to say?"

That last part was targeted especially towards Hange, who lifted their head to look at their best friend for the first time since both came down.

"Levi, I-I'm sorry—" Hange was trying so hard not to cry, "I didn't mean to break the promise, I'm sorry, it just—"

"Levi, stop this madness—we're both adults and I love Hange. You don't need to make them grovel and feel like shit," You bit out, sure, you felt a little bad, but this was way over the top. You weren't doing anything wrong. Neither was Hange.

"You love Hange?" He spat out, face tensing.

"Fuck's sake, yes! And for the record, the feeling is mutual, okay, we're dating— it's not like we're just fucking around for the hell of it."

"I see,"

"I know the promise means a lot to you, Lev," Hange stepped a little closer to you, and your gaze softened as they braved out a little smile at you, "But.. this is different,"

Levi stared at the both of you, almost apathetic. He looked down and sighed, tutting, "I knew this was gonna fucking happen,"

"Levi—"

"Stop, I'm... not angry." He rubbed two fingers over his nose bridge, "It's just a little weird, seeing it. Hearing it is a different matter, I'm gonna need fucking therapy for that,"

Hange cheeks burned, he could've just omitted the fact that he heard it, we all know he did, was voicing it out loud necessary?

"You're not mad?"

"I'm annoyed that you both lied to me, but I get it," he shrugged, "Just.. please be quiet from now on? And for the love of god if you have any arguments—don't come to me, I really don't wanna know."

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#umm ok #this is probably my longest one shot #im weirdly proud of it?#i also find it v hot ngl 😭😭#enjoy #cos ik i did #lesbian #hange zoe x reader #hanji zoe x reader #hange zoe #hanji zoe #attack on titan smut #hange zoe x reader smut #lesbian smut #attack on titan #requested

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acid-ixx · 1 year ago

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(masterlist &. synopsis) gn! chronically ill reader with a platonic! yandere batfam who accepts their pampering

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

a/n: sorry for the on and off hiatus ^^ i am very much invested in dc and altho i have only read a few comics, i try to be very close to canon with this one. this was written with POTS in mind but the illness is vague for the purpose of inclusivity !! requests will be open soon enough once i fix my account up and add request rules. keep in mind, the reason why i would be posting separate headcanons is because i plan for each of them to be longer than usual.

just imagine life with platonic! yandere batfam after their initial kidnapping. they've abducted you after a few months of stalking, gathering every bit of information about you from either the long or short times you've talked to them, or from watching you from afar at your most vulnerable state inside your very much hidden-camera-free apartment (lies. they have cameras implanted in every crevice of your room and even tampered with security cameras in the entire building just to ensure ultimate surveillance for you!)— it may be illegal, sure, no kidding it is, but they promise it's for your safety (and well-being) and nothing else! (other than the fact that they needed to know everything about you to guarantee your permanent stay with them would be stress-free and enjoyable not only in their eyes but yours too, especially since you require more needs than the average person but, ah! you just perfectly captured the attention of the most capable people who would bend the rules of the universe just for you.

everything was very much an elaborate scheme to get you to easily submit to their whims without a single fibre of fight in your bones. they have your entire room set up; ones with the comfiest sheets, a room where fresh, unpolluted air is accessible through baby-proofed windows— and you can even keep your (hacked) phone to call them whenever you need something. really, you have everything you need! all you have to do is accept their proposal... though, they wouldn't mind being patient either way.

what they didn't know was that they didn't even need to go through so much effort to keep you from escaping. hell, it's like the moment your eyes blink the tiredness away, and your brain registers the entirely new (and bigger) space you were in, it's like you merely accepted your fate.

you're creepily greeted with almost the exact same copy of your room, except the blanket you know and love with the same color, same design, same smell doesn't feel, or much less have the same texture as your previous blanket. in fact the fabric is way more high quality, the texture doesn't overstimulate you as much as the sheets you were used to back at home. the lights aren't as bright, in fact it was a welcoming shade that blends in well with the natural light that floods through the windows— windows that welcome in the faintest scent of floral growth, fresh and unlike the polluted air of gotham that you were never accustomed to.

before you could even force your body to sit up, joints a tad bit heavier and your mind cloudier than before, a soft knock disrupts your train of thought. the door opens and you are greeted with a butler and... even stranger, bruce wayne with his other children in tow.

#🌷... yael's works #🧁... yael's misc.#yandere dc #yandere batfam #yandere batman #yandere dick grayson #yandere jason todd #yandere tim drake #yandere damian wayne #yandere barbara gordon #yandere stephanie brown #yandere cassandra cain #sorry no duke for now i am not so acquainted with him as i am with others :((#tho i will open up requests for him/write my an add-on for his part once i have read more about him!!!#please pls pls interact with this post !!#yandere x gn reader #yandere x reader #platonic yandere

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stevenose · 6 days ago

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🎤 ahem. camboy steve getting off talking about all the ways he wants to spoil and pamper you. thank u

contains: gender unspecified reader, reader with a vagina, camboy!steve ofc, praise, steve edging himself to the thought of taking care of you 🫶🏻

this is SO GOOD!!!!!!!!

imagine him thrusting into you deep and slow, body trembling, biceps shaking. he’s edging himself with your pussy, sweat dripping from his forehead onto yours. neither of you care, the pleasure and passion overtaking anything else. you can only think about each other.

“you’re mine,” he starts, voice gravelly. he swallows hard. “all. mine.”

“mhm,” you agree, dazed. your eyes are so hooded that you can hardly see through them to take in his flushed face.

one of his hands moves to cradle your face in his big palm.

“‘m gonna t-take such good care of you,” he continues.

his hips rut into you slowly - he’s holding back, doesn’t want to finish so soon.

“g-gonna spoil you. buy - buy you anything you want. fuck,” he gasps, groaning low in his chest as he buries himself all the way in. “whole new wardrobe, honey, anythin’ you want. and i’ll take — i’ll take you anywhere y’wanna go.”

steve pulls out, whining, then pushes back in. your eyes roll back and you keen towards him. he takes the opportunity to kiss your exposed neck, sucking a magenta hickey into it.

“don’t have to lift a finger,” he promises, trailing open mouthed kisses down to your collarbone. his hips rut into you slowly again, but he lands harshly, forcing the air from your lungs. “gonna do it all for you, ‘kay? ‘nd you’re gonna take it.”

you whimper. he swipes your cheekbone with his thumb before gently urging you to straddle him. it’s hard to move, so he happily helps you get onto your knees and into his lap. his fingers find your clit and he strokes it while you sit prettily on his dick.

you try to ride him, but he stops you, one hand gripping your plush hip and squeezing.

“uh-uh,” he coos. he plants his feet and thrusts up into you, his thumb keeping steady pressure on your swollen bud. “gonna make you cum ‘til you forget about your rent, your interviews, everything.”

he leans forward to press his lips against yours. he kisses you slowly, leading you — you’re too high on him to make much of an effort.

“gonna take such good care of you, baby,” he promises, adjusting his grip and position. “and i’ll melt this pretty little brain ‘til it clicks.”

#reader and camboy steve aren’t there yet but omg when they start talking about having kids… it’s OVER #he wouldn’t shut the fuck up about you being the prettiest wife and mother #category: thoughts #camboy!steve

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insidekatmind · 4 months ago

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Enemies? ~Robby Keene

Wearning: +18,smut

Request: yes!

There’s nothing worse than being forced to share a room with your worst enemy. Or rather, there’s worse: having to share a bed.

“Ugh, now I have to sleep with you? This is a nightmare,” Robby huffs, giving you a look full of annoyance.

“Don’t think I’m happy about this, Keene,” you retort, crossing your arms. “I’d rather sleep on the floor than share the same space with you.” He said.

“Then sleep on the floor,” you said with a smirk.

You’re the sister of Eli Moskowitz, better known as Hawk, and you’ve always grown up surrounded by martial arts. When you decided to join Cobra Kai, you thought you’d finally have a home, a place to channel your anger and determination. But you never imagined you’d end up stuck in the same room with Robby Keene.

Ever since you were a child, it had been open warfare between the two of you. You didn’t even remember how the hatred had started, but you knew that every interaction with him always ended in a battle of stares and venomous jokes.

Now, in front of the single bed you had to share, the atmosphere was even more tense.

“Fuck you,” Robby snaps, throwing himself on the left side of the mattress. “Stay on your side and don’t even let me hear you breathing.”

You grit your teeth and throw yourself on the other side, back to back. The silence in the room is heavy, broken only by the two of you breathing slowly. The mattress is small, and despite your efforts to stay apart, your legs accidentally touch.

“Get off me,” you whisper angrily.

“You’re close,” he retorts, equally sour.

You whirl around, glaring at him. “You’re a nightmare, Keene.”

“Look who’s talking,” he replies with a cocky smile.

You look at him badly.Robby grins at your death stare, enjoying the anger he sees in your eyes. He has always found a certain pleasure in getting under your skin, and he's not going to stop now. “What’s wrong, princess?” he asks with a smirk. “Can’t stand being so close to me?”

You grind your teeth, hating the way he calls you ‘princess’. It’s just another way for him to get under your skin. “Shut up, Keene,” you say through clenched teeth. “And don’t ever call me that again.”Robby chuckles, clearly amused by your reaction. “What, you don’t like nicknames? How about ‘sweetheart’?” he asks, grinning even wider now.

“Stop it,” you snap, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the way he calls you ‘sweetheart’. It’s almost...flirty. But you quickly shake off the thought. This is Robby Keene. He’s nothing more than your sworn enemy.

“You seem a little flustered,” Robby teases with a sly smile. “I think you secretly love all my nicknames.”

“You’re delusional,” you say, trying to sound convincing, but your heart is racing. Why does he have to be so frustratingly attractive? “I hate every single one of them.”

“Is that so?” Robby teases, a playful glint in his eyes. He leans closer to you, his arm accidentally brushing against yours. You can feel the heat radiating from his body. “You sure you don’t secretly enjoy it, princess?”

“Shut up,” you say weakly, unable to ignore the way your heart is pounding. You hate how he has this effect on you. You hate how good he smells. You hate how tempting his lips look in the dim light. You hate this man. So why is your body betraying you?

Robby leans even closer, till his face is only a few inches from yours. His breath is warm against your skin as he whispers, “You can deny it all you want, but I know the truth. You’re attracted to me, and you hate yourself for it.”

You can feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment and frustration. You want to tell him that he’s wrong, but the words won’t come out. Because deep down, you know he’s right. Damn him.Robby grins, clearly enjoying the effect he has on you. “You’re blushing,” he whispers, gently lifting a strand of hair off your cheek. “You’re cute when you’re flustered, princess.”

“Ugh, I am not cute! And I am not flustered!” you protest half-heartedly, trying to regain your composure. But your heart is still racing, and you can’t bring yourself to move away from him.

Robby chuckles softly, clearly amused by your denial. He moves even closer till his body is pressed against yours, his arm snaking around your waist. “You’re a terrible liar,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “You can’t hide the way you react to me, princess.”You try to protest, but the words die on your lips as you feel the heat radiating from his body. Damn him. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you. “I hate you,” you whisper weakly, but your body betrays you, melting into his touch.

“We both know that’s not true,” Robby says, his lips brushing against your ear and sending shiver down your spine. “You want me, just like I want you. No point in pretending anymore, princess.”

Your mind and body are at war, your desires and hatred clashing violently. You’re supposed to detest him, but the way he ignites a fire within you is overwhelming. You close your eyes, your resolve crumbling.

“I do want you,” you whisper, hating yourself for admitting it aloud.

Robby grins victoriously, clearly satisfied by your confession. He tightens his grip on your waist and pulls you even closer, his body molding against yours. “I knew it,” he murmurs, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck. “You can’t resist me.”

“I hate you for being so smug about it,” you mutter weakly, your body responding to his touch. His lips against your skin send waves of desire coursing through your veins. Dammit. Why does he have to feel so good?

“You love it,” he says, his voice hoarse with desire. He gently pushes you on your back, his body pinning you against the mattress. “You love how I make you feel.”

You can’t deny it, even if you wanted to. The way your body responds to him is undeniable. “God, I hate you,” you whisper, even as your hands slide up his back, nails digging into his skin.

“That’s not what your body is telling me,” Robby murmurs, his lips leaving a trail of hot kisses down your neck and collarbone. You shiver uncontrollably, your body arching against him.

He captures your lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth with undeniable desire. Your hands explore his body, desperately wanting to feel more of him. You forget all the reasons why you should hate him, lost in the passion of the moment.

His hands wander over your body, exploring every inch of you, committing every curve to memory. “Why are you so damn irresistible?” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. “You’re driving me insane.”

You can barely think straight with his touch and the heat coursing through your veins. “Shut up and keep kissing me,” you moan, wrapping your legs around his hips and pulling him even closer.

“Yes ma’am,” he husks, his lips returning to yours in a searing kiss. His hands slide under your pajama shirt, tracing your skin with a possessive touch. The room feels hot as hell, the air thick with desire.

Your body reacts to his touch as if it was made for his hands. You arch your back, pushing your chest against his, your lips parting in a silent moan. You can feel how much he wants you, his hips grinding against you in a needy rhythm.“Dammit,” he growls, his eyes dark with hunger. “You're so goddamn sexy. I can't get enough of you."

He kisses your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. His hands trail down your sides, lingering on your hips before moving lower, cupping your ass.

“Robby,” you gasp, his touch setting your skin on fire. You can’t form coherent thoughts anymore, just raw desire that consumes you. “Please,” you whisper, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Please what?” he teases, his lips hovering millimeters from yours. “You’re gonna have to tell me what you want, princess.”

He rocks his hips against you, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through your body. His voice is like molten honey, dripping with desire.You’re practically trembling with need, your body desperate for more of him. “You know what I want,” you manage to say, your voice quivering. “Just stop being a tease and give it to me.”

“I love it when you’re bossy,” he grins, his teeth grazing your earlobe. “But I think first I want to hear you beg for it. I want to hear you say my name.”

He slowly grinds against you, the friction between your bodies sending waves of pleasure through both of you. You can feel how hard he is, the pressure maddening.You whimper at his words, your body responding to the heat in his voice. “You’re insane,” you mutter, the fire in your veins making it hard to think. “Robby, please... I need you,” you gasp, your fingers clutching at him with desperate need.

He smirks at your words, enjoying the way you’re coming undone in his arms. “Mmm yes, princess. I love when you say my name like that. You want me that much, huh?”

He kisses your neck again, his lips trailing down your pulse point. He knows how damn sensitive you are there, and he knows the effect it has on you.

You moan, unable to hold it in as he hits that sensitive spot. Your hips arch involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction. “Yes, yes, god yes,” you pant out, your body burning with need. His words, his touch, his proximity is driving you mad.He smiles, clearly enjoying the way you're falling apart under him. "You sound so hot when you're all desperate and worked up," he whispers, his lips on your skin again. He lifts your leg, his hand sliding up the inside of your thigh. "And so damn soft."You shiver at his touch, feeling your body responding almost involuntarily. Your legs part just a little more, giving him better access. You're so far gone, all you can think about is his touch, his words. "Robby, please," you moan, your voice needy and desperate.

He grins, his hand moving higher up your inner thigh. "Please what, princess?" he teases, his fingers brushing against the edge of your shorts. "I want to hear you say it out loud."

He rocks his hips against you, creating a delicious friction that makes your breath hitch.

"Don't be mean," you whine, your body trembling with need. "You know what I want." Your fingers cling onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. You're so close, so damn close, just teetering on the edge.

He chuckles, his hand moving even higher up your thigh. "But I like hearing you beg for it," he whispers, his lips at your ear. "It's so damn sexy when you're all desperate for me."

He rubs his thumb over the fabric of your shorts, right where you need him the most, and you nearly scream in frustration. "Damn you," you whine, your fingers digging even deeper into his shoulders.

He grins, watching the way you're coming undone. "That's it, princess, say my name again. Beg me for it, and maybe I'll give you what you want."

He begins to move his hand back and forth, his thumb pressing against you, creating a maddening rhythm. He knows you're on the edge, and he's not going to let you fall over just yet.You whimper his name, the word torn from your lips as he applies just enough pressure to keep you in a state of blissful torture. “Robby, please,” you whine, your thighs trembling with need. “Touch me, kiss me, anything, just don't stop.”

He grins at the sound of his name on your lips. He knows he's got you right where he wants you, begging for release. "I could listen to you saying my name like that all night," he murmurs, his lips finding yours again. He kisses you hungrily, his tongue slipping into your mouth, and his hand moves faster.You moan into the kiss, your fingers tangling in his hair as you desperately try to get closer to him. "Please," you plead again, the word torn from your lips with desperate need. You're so close, riding the edge, teetering towards release. "Please Robby, please."

He growls, the sound deep and rough. "I love it when you say please," he whispers, his lips back on your neck. "Say it some more. Beg me for it, princess."

He increases the pressure just a little, and your body responds immediately. Your back arches, your hips moving involuntarily to meet his touch.You can't think straight, your body consumed by his touch. "Please, please, please," you beg, the words coming out broken and desperate. "Robby, I need you. I can't take anymore."

You cling to him, your body trembling with need. You're so damn close, just teetering on the edge of release.

He grins at the sound of your broken pleas. "You look so damn gorgeous when you're desperate like this," he whispers, his words sending chills down your spine. He moves his hand just a little faster, the pressure building even more. "And you sound even better."

You moan again, the sound desperate and needy. "Please, I'm so close," you whimper, your body trembling with need. "Please Robby, let me."

Your nails dig into his shoulders, your hips moving uncontrollably. You're so far gone, consumed by the fire burning within you.

"Just a little more, princess," he whispers, his lips on your neck. "Just a little more and I'll give you what you want."

His hand slides a little lower, his fingers finding the spot that makes you see stars. He applies just enough pressure to drive you mad. "Are you going to come for me, princess?" he asks, his voice gruff and filled with desire.

You moan in response, barely able to form the words. "Yes, yes, god yes," you pant out, your body trembling with need. "I'm so close, just a little more."

Your fingers grip him tighter, clinging to him as you ride the edge of release. The heat in your veins is overwhelming, the need consuming you.

"Then come for me, princess," he whispers, his words sending a shiver down your spine. "Let go, and give me what I want."

He moves his hand even faster, the pressure building till you can barely hold on. "Say my name when you come for me," he growls, his voice filled with desire.

You're teetering on the edge, so close that you're shaking. "Robby," you pant out his name, the word broken and desperate. "Oh god, Robby."

And just like that, you're pushed over the edge. The release is blinding, your eyes rolling back as the pleasure washes over you. You cling to him, your body trembling with the force of the orgasm

He watches you come undone, his eyes fixed on your face. "Damn, you're stunning when you come on my hand," he whispers, his voice rough with desire.

His hand moves slowly, prolonging the pleasure till you're boneless beneath him. He nuzzles his face into your neck, planting soft kisses on your skin. "You're mine, princess."

#robby keene x reader #robby keene #robby keene imagine #robby keene smut #cobra kai imagine smut #cobra kai x fem!reader #cobra kai x you #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai imagine #cobra kai #smut imagine #imagine netflix #reader x character

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revelboo · 2 months ago

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Rev, how're the constructicons doing now that they've figured out that they want their human like that? Please and thank you!

The human is the only one without a clue. 🔞 🌶️

Drive Pt 10

Constructicons x Reader

• Cuing in on the tension, you think of that first encounter with them when they ran you down like prey, laughing the whole time. And your skin prickles with awareness when Bonecrusher sets aside your food. You know them now, trust them, but you still tense anyway. Halfway tempted to run as they all just stare at you expectantly. Expressions hungry. Because there’s a strange anticipation that’s almost electric hanging in the air between you and them.

• “No,” Scrapper growls. “Everything’s not okay.” Not when you’re looking up at him like that, expression so innocent and his spike is painfully hard trapped behind his plating. Imagining you looking up at him from your knees like that, soft mouth opening as you grip his spike and lean forward, lips brushing him. And you gasp when Bonecrusher leans and drags you into his lap, cheek brushing yours. Wants to still be annoyed with his brother for inflicting this need on all of them, but can’t.

• Venting on a growl when Bonecrusher’s mouth brushes the side of your neck and your jaw, Hook mass shifts and settles himself in front of you, nudging Scavenger out of the way. And for a moment he thinks the other mech will argue, but he only growls and relents. Letting Hook have access to you. “Wha-what’s going on?” You ask as his servos slide down your body, head tipping slightly. Fascinated with how soft you are. As part of his research efforts, he’s viewed videos on human coupling. And you’re going to be so perfect for them.

• “You know,” Scrapper growls, voice possessive and your breath hitches when Hook leans forward, bracing a hand on Bonecrusher before his mouth covers yours. Rumbling softly to you, Bonecrusher nuzzles against the back of your neck. Listening to you make a little noise, one of your hands gripping his arm curled around you, hand splayed against your belly. Satisfaction twisting through him that his brothers are finally acknowledging what they want. And that’s you. A soft, little shared mate.

• Body heating as Hook’s mouth slides against your own, glossing tangling with your tongue when your lips part. And Bonecrusher’s servos slide against you, palm cupping you through your clothes. There’s a thought that you need to put a stop to this, but Hook’s servos are trying to figure out how to strip you while still kissing you and Bonecrusher is lazily rubbing between your thighs to tease you with the promise of pleasure. Someone else, Scrapper, pulls your hand his way and you tremble when his mouth closes around your fingers, his glossa curling around one as he sucks and you imagine him between your thighs doing that. And Hook’s mouth slides to brush kisses against your jaw, then your neck to force your head back against Bonecrusher, whose jaw rubs against your temple. “Claim what’s yours,” he growls against you, venting to stir your hair as his hand shifts. Slides under the front of your pants and underwear and his servos stroke you to make you squirm. And they are yours, your protectors, always fussing over you, caring for you. All of them. Tempting you to give in as hands, mouths, caress you, their warm frames crowd you and you hear them rumbling softly to each other.

#transformers x reader #constructicons x reader #bonecrusher #tf mixmaster #tf scavenger #tf scrapper #tf long haul #tf hook #valveplug

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paige1722 · 4 months ago

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An Offering | ch. 1 |

Pairing: Sleep Token x Reader

Summary: Cryptid, inhuman beings have spent their whole lives in Eden serving their deity, Sleep. What happens when one day you show up and no one can figure out why Sleep has delivered you to them. Should you stay with them or will you do whatever it takes to find your way back home?

Warnings: mention of drowning, brief mentions of death. Slowburn. (Please let me know if I missed any tags.)

Word count: 3.6k

masterlist | Chapter 2 | Ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch.5 |

iii has his red hair and hands because I feel like we moved on from that look way too fast.

Chapter One:

Why am I so cold you think to yourself. You’re beyond freezing to the point of it feeling like it is burning your skin. This is unlike anything you have ever felt before, the cold seeping into your very soul. All your other senses are numbed by the constant feeling of pins and needles stabbing into your skin. Every passing second only intensifies the agony.

It’s impossible to focus on anything, your thoughts are clouded, your mind moving so slow not yet grasping the situation you have found yourself in. Why is it so hard for you to think right now, your lungs are burning aching for oxygen, you don’t think you’ll be able to hold your breath for much longer. Your lungs fighting for air, that’s not coming.

You are going to die, you think to yourself in one of the worst ways you can possibly imagine. The thought of drowning forces your eyes to shoot open in a panic. You are suspended, floating weightlessly just beneath the surface, your arms hanging in front of you limply swaying in the water. Using what little energy you have, you look around as best as you can at your surroundings, there’s a bright light coming from above you from what you can only assume is the surface. All you have to do is make it and you’ll be out of this cold unending dark abyss. Willing your body to do something anything to save your life you try to swim to the surface.

Nothing you do seems to make a difference. Your body refuses to obey, and the realization hits: this is it. Your final moments, trapped in some unknown waters, in a place you can't even remember how you ended up. You feel yourself surrendering, smiling through the agony as your lungs burning for air at least you won’t have to suffer for much longer. Your eyes struggle to stay open as you feel yourself let go, as a last effort to save yourself your body forces you to take in a deep breath causing the water to fill your lungs.

Through your distorted vision, you watch as a hand stained with red paint breaks through the surface of the water. The hand reaches down into the abyss seemingly searching for something before eventually, their long fingers wrap around your floating hand pulling you out of the darkness and into their awaiting hold. Whispers of an unknown language fills your head but you’re no longer scared, oddly you feel at peace.

You're dragged above the surface of the water as what or whoever saved you wraps their arms around you putting your back against their chest as you both fall to the ground their warmth surrounding you. Your head lolls back against their shoulder the side of your cheek making contact with some kind of hard surface covering their face. Due to the blurriness still clouding your vision, you can’t make out any details except for a red aura covering the person's head making it look almost like a bright halo. As you succumb to the darkness the last thought that lingers in your head is at least now you won’t die alone.

Trying to act quickly iii places his index and middle finger underneath your jaw trying to find a heartbeat, panic filling his body as he feels your pulse becoming slower. Your unconscious body coughs as it tries to expel the water from your lungs, doing anything it can to try and save itself. iii immediately tries to help force the water out, using the gift given to him by Sleep, the salt water leaves your lungs pooling on the ground beside you both.

Slow staggering breaths leave you but at least you're still breathing even if it seems strained and painful. Iii delicately wipes his hand across your face removing all the water, bodily fluid, and hair that was sticking to your skin before letting out a relieved sigh. He was worried that he wasn’t going to be able to make it in time to save you. The moment he felt you appeared in his water, he started running to his sanctuary at that instant wanting to see what Sleep was bestowing upon him.

Worry began to consume him the longer it took to reach you as he could feel the life slowly leaving you, he is so relieved that he was able to make it just in time to pull you from the abyss. He is the only one of Sleep’s creations that is able to survive in the water, maybe that’s why you appeared there because Sleep knew he would be able to feel your presence there and save you though he will admit it was cutting it close.

It probably wouldn’t be good for you to travel right now, even though he could easily carry you through the garden to a more suitable shelter but for now, he supposes this will have to do. iii carefully turns your body so you're sitting sideways in his lap, before sliding one arm underneath your knees and the other around your shoulders curling your unconscious body to his chest as he stands. In his small sanctuary that he uses to connect with Sleep, he set up a stone table in the front of the cave that was usually reserved for offerings though in this instance iii doesn’t think that Sleep will mind if he lets you rest on it for a bit.

Once you were carefully positioned on the cold stone, he stepped back, his gaze lingering on your features. Goosebumps covering your exposed skin. The icy chill of the depths had already begun to take its toll—your lips started to take on a bluish hue. It dawned on him that leaving you there in soaking wet clothes is not the wisest decision. Perhaps he should try to find something dry for you to wear.

He let out a hum trying to think of what would be suitable for you to wear. iii and the other vessels didn’t exactly have a lot of options readily available to them, so an old ceremonial garb they used to wear for rituals would have to suffice. Kneeling down to the underside of the stone table, carefully folded with care laid four black robes with runes of worship inscribed down the thick fabric. Grabbing one of them, he stood, staring at your unconscious form, bathed in the soft light streaming through the opening of the cave and the narrow cracks in the ceiling. The sunlight made you look ethereal, as if you were a vision from another world.

iii hoped the sunlight would help warm you up a bit before you got sick, he wasn’t sure that he or any of the other vessels of Sleep were equipped to help someone who was ill-being as they do not have to worry about such things thanks to the way Sleep created each of his vessels. He just hopes that your nap and the sun will heal all wounds and illnesses you might have acquired since you’ve arrived here.

As iii gazes at your shivering form, a sense of urgency grips him. He knows he has to get you out of your wet clothes, but he’s torn, not wanting to overstep any boundaries or make you uncomfortable. Yet, if he doesn’t act, the risk of you getting sick—or worse—looms overhead. Trying to maintain respect while still doing what’s necessary, he carefully peels off your soaked shirt, tossing it aside for later. Swiftly, he slips a robe over your head, covering you as gently as possible. He removes your shoes and socks-then, using the robe to shield your lower body, he begins to remove your pants, careful to preserve your dignity as he works.

Once you were in dry clothes, he grabs the pile of wet clothes he had previously discarded and placed them just outside the entrance of the cave on a rock so that hopefully the sun would dry them quicker for you to wear once again. Though it will probably take at least a day for your shoes to dry completely.

He walks back over to where you lay, sitting down in front of you resting his back against the table closing his eyes wanting to stay close to you in case something happens. The need to keep watch over you in your fragile state is at the forefront of his mind. Waiting for you to wake up iii hopes that you will have some answers for him about what Sleep’s purpose is for bringing you here to them.

He really wishes that Vessel was here, he was always good at understanding the purpose behind Sleep’s actions. There had to be a reason for you being here, nothing Sleep ever did, was meaningless. Just like how they all had a purpose for being there, created in their own specific ways that would be of the best use to Sleep and his plans, even if that meant they sometimes had to suffer because of it in the process. It wasn’t always easy being the way he was, constantly needing to come back to his sanctuary and submerge beneath the water just for the small amount of reprieve the feeling of the water gave him.

iii preferred not to dwell on how everything had unfolded, as it only left him with more questions than answers. Hopefully, when you wake up, you can help him understand your purpose here. If he hadn’t arrived when he did, there was a good chance you would have drowned- though some part of him knows that Sleep wouldn’t have allowed that to happen, maybe to save you Sleep would have made you like him. In Eden, being a siren wasn’t exactly easy, but he supposed there were some benefits to it. Without his connection to the water, he might never have sensed you flailing beneath the surface of the abyss. Maybe Sleep had sent you to him as a reward for all his hard work—but what about the others? They have been just as devoted, sometimes even more so. With a sigh, he decided to stop overthinking and worrying about it until he was able to talk with Vessel. He would wait until you woke up, hoping that you could offer some insight into what was really going on. —--—————————— Am I dead? you wonder. No, if I were dead, I don’t think I’d feel like this. Isn’t heaven supposed to be pain-free or something? Unless I’m in… no, it’s too cold here. Your head was pounding, every part of your body ached feeling heavy and numb at the same time, and with every labored breath you took feels, as if it’s tearing your throat open.

You open your eyes squinting in the dark trying to make out your surroundings with difficulty. The neverending throbbing of your head not helping you in the slightest. Looking out through the entrance of the cave or whatever it is you find yourself in, you notice it is a lot brighter outside than it should be considering that it is in the middle of the night. The light from the moon illuminated almost everything in the cave, an uneasy feeling forms in the pit of your stomach this place doesn’t feel right, unnatural almost.

As you slowly sit up on the cold stone you were lying on, groaning at the dull pain coursing throughout your body made even more apparent by the movement. Wondering quietly to yourself where the hell you ended up, not remembering much after waking up in freezing cold waters. You look down at yourself realizing you are not in the same clothes you were in earlier you grab the sleeves of the material rubbing your thumb over the soft fabric furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“I didn't want you to get sick so I had to change you out of the wet clothes and that is all we had.” A voice from below where you sat said causing you to let out a small scream pushing yourself back as far as the table would let you go pressing your back against the moss-covered wall. The owner of the voice stood casting an ominous shadow over your cowering form.

The person, if you could even call them that, threw their red painted hands up in front of them trying to placate you.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re safe here.” said the man. Now in the moonlight, you could see him more clearly, his hair was blood red, a golden mask that looked like it was burnt or melting on the lower half of his face where his mouth would be. The mask he wears has the same symbol etched in the middle as the robes you now wear. His shirt was covered in swirling intricate designs paired with thick black pants.

Fear and adrenaline now coursing through your veins, your heart is pounding so hard you think this man in front of you can probably hear it and by the tilting of his head, you are led to believe that he most definitely can.

“Where am I? Who are you?” you croak out, your voice sounding hoarse each word feeling as if it was causing your throat to bleed. Everything about the situation you find yourself in overwhelming you immensely tears start brimming in your eyes waiting to fall.

iii takes a step back trying to put more distance between you both, hoping that it will make you less scared and allow you to calm down a little. He can practically taste the fear pouring off you in waves at this point, not liking the feeling as it was starting to make him nauseous.

“I am iii. Do you remember how you got here? I found you in there.” he says pointing towards the huge gaping hole of water that looks ten times more menacing in the dark with nothing but the moonlight illuminating it.

His question throws you off causing you to try and remember anything, how I got here? How did I get here? You try to think back to before waking up in the cold seemingly endless abyss in front of you. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t think of anything, not your friends, family, or your job. Nothing about your life was coming to mind, it was like someone or something was blurring them out only the sense of hopelessness and sadness filled your mind.

Looking into the iii’s eyes you slowly shake your head as he lowers his hands letting them hang by his side. Again you ask him, “Where am I?”

He wished that he had water or something for you to drink to help soothe your aching throat, but at the moment the only option was the salt water from the abyss and he highly doubted that it would be of any help to you.

“We have come to call this place Eden.”

Your eyebrows raise in disbelief. Eden? As in the Garden of Eden from the Bible? Oh my god, you think to yourself, I’ve been kidnapped by some sort of cult, and they’re going to sacrifice me. You lean forward, burying your head in your hands. This is a nightmare, this isn’t real, it’s got to be a joke. You have no idea where you are or how you ended up here almost drowning. Looking at the man standing before you wearing the strange mask, painted with unsettling runes, insisting that you’re in the Garden of Eden, if this is a joke it’s an elaborate, one you’ll give it that. Maybe if you play along, you can figure out a way to escape, find help, or at the very least make sense of this twisted situation.

Pulling your head from your hands you make eye contact with the man, you now know as iii, who is already staring at you curiously from where he still stands a few steps away from the stone table.

“Okay.” you say slowly, “do you by any chance know how I can get back home from here?”

iii stands up straight at your question, he has never once thought about leaving this place. Why would he, Sleep created it for him and the others to stay and devote themselves wholly to Him. And if Sleep brought you here, then this must be where you are meant to be. You are probably just confused and don’t realize it yet. He just needs to take you to Vessel and explain things to him and then Vessel can help figure this all out. Now with a plan in mind, iii slowly walks closer to you and extends his hand out to you.

“Come with me and we can figure this all out together.”

You glance from his outstretched hand to his eyes trying to see any form of danger or deception but finding nothing but a pleading hopeful expression. You slowly place your hand in his as he helps you down off the stone table leading you towards the entrance to the cave.

Once you both reach the opening of the cave, he lets go of your hand pointing towards the rock where your now dry clothes sit.

He turns to look down at you, “You can get changed back into your clothes if you want. Wait here don’t move until I come back.” he says before jogging off into the trees before you can say anything in return.

You cautiously walk over to your clothes, picking up your pants you put them back on feeling better now that you are not as exposed. Picking up your shirt, you pause the shirt you were wearing was thin not the best option for the hike you were probably about to have to take through this garden. Plus the robe you wore was warm and one of the softest pieces of clothing you think you’ve ever worn. So, you decide to just keep the robe on instead hoping iii wouldn’t mind your decision.

Your socks have long since dried but you cannot say the same for your shoes. At this point you think they might be ruined forever, picking one up and squeezing it in your hold water pours out of your shoes, letting out a defeated sigh you toss the shoe back to the ground opting instead to just put your socks on as it was better than nothing you supposed.

You look in the direction iii went this could be my only chance you think to yourself, I could make a run for it. The pounding of your head and the ache in your limbs stops you, no I am in no shape to be running away right now. Plus, I don’t think I would be able to make it very far before he gets back, he knows this area way better than I do right now. And if he sees that I tried to run away it might make things worse for me in the long run, so it is probably better to try and gain his trust and think of a better plan.

Sitting back on the large rock you finally have a chance to catch your breath and look around properly at your environment. This place is beautiful you think to yourself, the plant life here giving off a phosphorescence glow in the moonlight. The flowers here are absolutely breathtaking, with soothing shades of pink and red everywhere you can see. In the back of your mind you actually began to wonder if this place was in fact Eden, the plants and environment was something you have never seen before.

The sound of footsteps breaks you out of your thoughts, looking to find the source of the sounds you see iii emerging from the bushes carefully holding a large leaf cupped in his hands. Cautious of his movements he stops in front of you extending the leaf out towards you.

“Drink this. You’ll feel better.”

You wearily eye the leaf before you that is filled with a light pink translucent liquid, looking back up to iii suspicion evident on your face. iii realizing that you are not fully trusting of him yet, brings the leaf up to his mouth taking a small sip to show you that it is okay to drink. Once done with his sip he brings the leaf back in front of you extending it closer to your face. You wait looking at him for any signs of the liquid affecting him and seeing none you slowly lean forward bringing your lips to the leaf and letting him pour the contents into your mouth.

The liquid was sweet and refreshing, the feeling of the cool liquid running down your throat helped ease the burning immensely. The throbbing of your head and ache in your body slowly started to dissipate the more you drank. Once you drank the last little bit, iii pulled the leaf away before tossing it to the side.

“Do you feel better?” He asked curiously tilting his head to the side waiting for your response.

Clearing your throat, “Yes, thank you.” Your voice sounded like your own now, no longer sounding strained or hurting with every word you spoke. You raised your hand up to your throat rubbing it confused wondering what the mysterious liquid you just consumed was.

Feeling pleased with himself that the sap actually worked in making you feel better, iii clapped his hands together in front of him in satisfaction. “We should get going and find Vessel before the effects wear off. He will know how to help you.”

You stand up next to iii nodding your head following his lead deeper into the garden. You are just hoping that this Vessel person will know how to help you get out of here and go back home. This place was really starting to mess with your head.

#sleep token x reader #sleep token #ii x reader #iii x reader #iv x reader #cryptid #inhuman!sleeptokenxreader #vessel x reader #slow burn #An Offering

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endawna · 9 months ago

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pax was exceptionally resistant to possession due to his former place as the divine crusader and residual blessing from his gods ( something something divine possession something something seeker vibes something something ). the mythic dawn's ritual had to include forcing him to consume demonic ichor along with the use of blood magic to make his body more malleable. they stabbed him in the heart with a dagger to cleave his spirit from his body. an empty vessel would allow for a more seamless transition for domination. they knew the ritual went wrong when pax began screaming again with the dagger still in his chest.

#❪ ⋅ ✹ ⋆ —┊ ❛ v. what yet lingers [dragon age] ❜ ❫#❪ ⋅ ✹ ⋆ —┊ ❛ study. ❜ ❫#❪ ⋅ ✹ ⋆ —┊ ❛ ooc. ❜ ❫#death //#imagine going through all this effort only for them to force their way back into their body because they are too stubborn to die and/or #stay dead)#( AND for the wrong demon to possess said body because it was Curious and got too close )#( months worth of revenge crumbling in a domino effect )#(which results in them losing control of the abomination and getting Eaten by a monster of their own making )

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bowsellie · 6 months ago

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say it once again with feeling

i’ll forget you, but i’ll never forgive

warnings/info: smut (mdni) face sitting pussy eating scissoring all the goods, top!ellie bottom!r

angst, can be read as either ellie x reader or ellie x dina depending on your vibe, canon compliant, post-canon, mentions of unhealed/poorly healed injuries, alcohol, mentions of grief, reader has a child (jj durr) who is not actually present just mentioned I think that’s all :3

Been big into reading angst lately so here

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You can only mourn someone for so long, you believed. Their memory would always be with you, yes, but the despair and pain and missing would have to be replaced with something better eventually. If you let it consume you, you couldn’t live on yourself.

This was a lot more difficult to stick to, however, when the person you were mourning may not actually be dead.

Since the night Ellie left, you forced yourself to imagine that she wouldn’t come back. You had to, or else you would hold out hope. And with that hope came a forgiveness you couldn’t afford to give. Nobody gets to ruin your life and leave you alone with a child you felt barely old enough to care for, not even the love of your life. So you imagined her dead—torn apart by clickers, by Abby, by her own refusal to care for herself—and convinced yourself to mourn her death and not her leaving. It felt easier that way.

Since packing up your belongings and your baby and your sheep and moving back to Jackson, you had to constantly remind yourself to not look around each room for her. To not expect her to walk through the door. To not hope that she was alive, and worse, here.

It was a hard habit to break, and your head still perked up every time the door to the Tipsy Bison opened. Especially after a few drinks, like the Friday night you sat at the bar downing tequila shot after tequila shot. JJ was with his grandparents for the weekend and you needed something to fill the silence in the small house you shared with him, something burning.

You must have had too much to drink tonight, because you looked up at the next door creak and swore you actually saw her.

Blinking once, twice, looking away then looking back, the apparition didn’t disappear. In fact, it met its green eyes with yours and began to approach. Her hair was shorter and shittily chopped, her face was scabbed in multiple new places, and her gait was limping as the Ellie-like figure came closer and seemed to becoming more realistic. She sat down in the empty barstool next to you, grunting with the effort but otherwise saying nothing. You, still looking away and back as if to clear your vision, muttered a slurred “holy shit”.

“I was hoping you’d be here,” she said. Her voice was rougher than you remembered, like she hadn’t used it in weeks or had been screaming until the cords fried.

“Holy shit,” you responded.

“I need…we need to talk,” Ellie said, not quite looking at you. She played with her hands, ghosting the fingers of her right hand over an empty spot where her left hand should mirror.

You breathed in sharply, noticing the absence. “Holy shit.”

“Can I take you home?”

The delay in your brain finally caught up to the situation, a million possible words and responses stumbling over themselves until you could say something—anything—that made sense.

“Fuck. No.” You pushed the empty shot glass to rest on top of the plastic part of the bar farther from you and stood up hastily, catching yourself on the barstool as alcohol rushed to your head and made you stumble.

Ellie matched in urgency and elegance, stumbling herself from whatever was affecting her walk on the way in. “Please. I fucked up, so bad, I at least need to say it.”

“You said it,” you snapped back, shoving your way to the door, “now go away and leave me alone.”

“You’re pissed, you should be. I fucked up so bad. Please, let me, I don’t know,” she rambled, trailing behind you.

You shoved the doors open, not caring to hold them on your way out despite Ellie following close behind.

“Please,” she said, again, her voice breaking.

You whipped around to face her. “Please what, Ellie? You’re dead to me. Literally. I can’t—I didn’t—I had to—you’re not. This isn’t a possibility for me. You’re supposed to be dead.”

“But I’m not.”

“But you are. You have been for the last however many months. You don’t get to come here and tell me how you killed Abby and got your fucking revenge and can actually care about me instead of letting me be the second most important person to you. You don’t get to make me forgive you for ruining my life. You ruined my fucking life! You left me, mourning everyone who ever meant fucking anything to me, with a fucking CHILD, and if I don’t believe you’re dead then I have to hate you. I fucking hate you. I fucking HATE you, Ellie!”

Somewhere you had begun to cry, hard and hot and wet. The tears choked you as they rain down your face, and you half hunched over as your stomach clenched with the devastating waves of emotion you were feeling. It was like reliving everything all over again.

And still, she looked at you with her green eyes and the line between her eyebrows that you knew like your own face.

“I’m so, so sorry.”

“Yeah. You should be,” you choked out. Forcing yourself to stand and taking hyperventilating breaths, you turned and started to walk home.

“At least let me make sure you get home safe. Please. We don’t need to talk about it, I just…I’m sorry. Please,” Ellie said. Her own voice was thicker now, the words barely rasping out.

You shook your head, but didn’t turn her away when she began walking with you. You made your way home nearly in silence, except for the crunch of two pairs of shoes and your gasps between tears that wouldn’t stop.

When you approached the porch of the apartments you were living in, you turned to Ellie. You couldn’t get rid of her soon enough. And yet, having her presence with you when you’d adjusted to never feeling it again…you couldn’t let it go yet.

You walked up the porch, fumbling with your keys from your pocket and unlocking the door after a few attempts. You pushed open the door, and turned back to the pitiful looking girl behind you. Everything you felt, minus the anger, was mirrored on her face. Sadness, longing, and a love that had been forced away.

“Come in, then. I don’t fucking care,” you said, holding the door for her.

Ellie scurried in, quickly removing her shoes at the door. Like she remembered you’d liked. Like she used to always do.

“Please don’t tell me those are the same goddamn converse you left in,” you said, scrunching your nose and she tucked in the laces.

“Not a lot of shoe stores in California, turns out,” Ellie said with something like a laugh. “I can stick them outside, if you want.”

You shook your head, removing your own shoes before heading up the creaky stairs. Ellie lingered at the bottom.

“There’s a toy on the left halfway up. Don’t trip on it,” you said, not turning around. Her footsteps began to follow yours.

In your bedroom, you began to get ready for bed. Ellie stood, watching, so still it was like she was afraid to move. Maybe she was, you thought. Maybe the delicacy you felt in the air was so tangible she was afraid to break it.

Finally, she breathed and spoke. “What do you—“

You cut her off quickly, looking in her eyes for the first time since coming into your house. One that, until now, had been free of her memory.

“Spend the night. Please. I can’t say goodbye to you again just,” you swallowed heavily, “just yet.”

Ellie nodded, soundlessly, and the both of you got into varying states of undress before turning off the lights and crawling into bed.

You turned your body, resting your head on her chest and breathing deeply. She stunk of outside, in a way that only Ellie could make you like. Her arm curled tentatively around your shoulders.

“Where’s JJ?” she whispered.

“With Jesse’s parents. They watch him every few weekends. They’ve really helped a lot,” you responded, just as quietly.

“How is he?”

You smiled despite yourself. “Good. He knows a few words. He walks, mostly.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean, he’s really shitty at it so far—“

Ellie interrupted your sentence with a snort, causing you to giggle back. You twisted so you could see her face, and before you had time to reconsider, kissed her deeply.

She didn’t hesitate to kiss you back. For months, almost a year, you hadn’t been kissed this way. Like she needed you to breathe, like you needed her to live. Her hands fell to your hips, gripping until you felt fingertip shaped indents beginning to form.

“Ellie, ouch,” you breathed into her mouth, and she loosened her grip slightly. You were once again reminded of the missing digits, feeling their absence on your right side.

“Sorry. I need to feel that you’re real,” she said, kissing you again. Her hands stayed obediently on your hips, your waist, the proper places for them to be. But you needed more. Goddamn it, if you were going to indulge the fantasy of Ellie being back, you needed to indulge completely.

Breaking the kiss, you grabbed her hands and moved them down and back to grab your ass.

“Are you sure?” she asked, squeezing tentatively.

You nodded. “Please, Ellie. Don’t make me question it. Fuck me.”

She leaned up to kiss you again, more fervently than before as her hands kneaded your ass. Her hands began to move up, underneath your tshirt to cup your breasts, eliciting a sharp breath.

Ellie’s mouth opened again, likely to ask you if that was alright, but you silenced her with a kiss. The truth is, you didn’t know if it was alright. But you wanted it to be.

She flipped you over, moving low to remove your panties and bury her face in between your legs. She wasted no time licking thick stripes over your hole to your clit, dipping her tongue inside before moving it back upwards to flick the sensitive bud.

Ellie’s left hand snaked up to join her mouth, but she froze for a fraction of a second when nothing met your folds. Instead, she shoved the offending hand back underneath her body and brought up the right hand to slip in one, then two fingers.

It was less adept than it used to be, you thought. She wasn’t used to using this hand.

For what felt like hours, Ellie ate you out ravenously and without tiring. You squirmed, moaned, and pulled her hair, chasing an orgasm that kept seeming to run away at the last moment. After the third or fourth time of this, Ellie lifted her head away.

“Are you okay?” she asked softly.

You nodded. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry. I’m just thinking a lot. Can I sit on your face instead?”

She nodded quickly, adjusting her body to lay in between the pillows as you positioned yourself on top of her. Sinking onto her open mouth, you ground down onto her waiting tongue. The change in position was exactly what you needed, and with Ellie’s tongue flicking over your clit, you felt the blood began to pool below your naval as your core tightened.

“Fuck. Please don’t stop. Please, just like that,” you gasped out. Ellie moaned in acknowledgement against you, the vibrations causing your orgasm to go crashing down. Your body convulsed on top of her, while her arms hooked around your thighs to hold you mostly in place. She gave three more long licks, causing you to twitch in overstimulation before swinging a leg over her and settling to lay down.

Ellie rolled over, using both arms to hold herself above your body as she kissed you. The heady taste of your own wet combined with the warm softness of her mouth had you spreading your legs once more, almost imperceptibly rolling your hips upward to ask for more.

Ellie smiled at you, in the way that always made you melt, and your stomach twisted. It would be so easy to fall in love with her again, you thought. To forgive her, to pretend it never happened.

She lifted off her sweatshirt and dirty tank top, revealing an angry red scar around her abdomen that was almost definitely infected. She slid out of her own underwear, looking at you for confirmation as she slid her legs over yours and slotted her pussy against your own.

In tandem, you both moaned as your hips began to move messily towards each other. The effect of your last orgasm combined with the twisting of your stomach at having Ellie here, right now, and before you knew it you were crying. Above you, Ellie sniffled. She was crying too.

Your motions against each other became more and more frantic as Ellie reached her orgasm above you. Nearly sobbing now, the pulsing of her pussy pushed you over the top into your own. Your moans grew louder and more incomprehensible, until the only thing you could shout was “I hate you. I hate you. I fucking hate you.”

Ellie collapsed on top of you, both of you crying and sweaty. You didn’t kiss again. Like sweet nothings in her ear, you continued to mutter. “I hate you, I hate you, I fucking hate you.”

Ellie peeled her body off of yours, reclothing herself and throwing a blanket over your shaking body.

“I hate you,” you whispered.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered back.

And for the second time in your life, Ellie walked out the door.

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie smut #ellie tlou #ellie williams smut #ellie williams oneshot #ellie x dina #angst #I’m sick guys this made me so sad

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bookwormjust · 5 months ago

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My wings...(established relationship with Azriel, pure angst) Part 1

A short comment from the author. Read this imagine while listening Minefields of Faouzia & John Legend. Indeed, it was with this song that the idea came to me. And that's why it's so dramatic and tragic. My dear readers, Enjoy the part 1 of a series that are comming.

The wind bit at your skin as you soared through the skies above Illyria, the towering peaks of the camp growing closer beneath you. Rhysand had sent you on a mission to gather vital information—information only you could retrieve. As Azriel’s mate, you were well-trained in espionage and trusted by the Inner Circle. But Azriel hadn’t been thrilled about you going alone. You had reassured him it would be fine, that you could handle it.

But now, as you neared the Illyrian camp, a strange sense of unease settled over you. You ignored it at first, telling yourself it was just nerves. After all, you knew the camps weren’t safe for females. Their old traditions and prejudices still ran deep, despite Rhysand’s best efforts to change things. But you were strong—you had Azriel’s training, his confidence in you. You thought you were ready.

As you landed just outside the camp, tucking your wings in tight, you couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes on you. The air was heavy with hostility, and the warriors lingering at the edges of the camp eyed you with disdain. Still, you held your head high, making your way toward the tent where you were supposed to meet the informant.

But then, a hand grabbed your arm.

You whirled around, heart pounding, and found yourself surrounded by a group of male Illyrians, their sneers making your blood run cold.

“What’s a female like you doing here alone?” one of them asked, his grip tightening painfully on your arm.

“I’m here on official business from the High Lord,” you said, your voice steady despite the fear curling in your stomach.

They laughed, the sound cruel and mocking. “Doesn’t matter. In this camp, females stay where they belong.”

Before you could react, they lunged. You fought back, hard, drawing on everything Azriel had taught you, but there were too many of them. Blows rained down on you, fists and kicks, until you were on the ground, gasping for breath. They dragged you deeper into the camp, past the tents and fires, into the shadows where no one could see.

“Let’s teach this one a lesson,” one of them growled, and then you heard it—the unmistakable sound of a blade being unsheathed.

Panic surged through you as you struggled, desperate to get away, but they held you down. You screamed, calling out for Azriel through the bond, but he was too far away. And then the pain hit.

White-hot, searing pain as the blade sliced through your wings.

Your scream echoed through the camp, but no one came. The pain was blinding, unbearable, as they clipped your wings, hacking away at the very essence of who you were. Blood soaked the ground beneath you, your vision going hazy from the agony.

When they were done, they left you there—broken, wings shredded, unable to move. The cold seeped into your bones, the blood loss making your head swim. You tried to reach out to Azriel again, but the bond felt distant, unreachable through the haze of pain.

Hours passed, or maybe it was days. You couldn’t tell anymore. The world had become a blur of agony and despair. You had been strong once, powerful, but now you were nothing. They had taken everything from you.

And then, you felt it—a surge of rage so fierce it almost knocked the breath out of you. Azriel.

He had found you.

The next moments were a blur. You vaguely heard the distant roar of flames, the crackling of fire spreading through the camp. Screams echoed in the distance, but they weren’t yours this time—they were the screams of the Illyrians who had done this to you.

Azriel tore through the camp like a force of nature, shadows swirling around him, his rage palpable even from where you lay. One by one, he hunted them down, silent and deadly. He didn’t speak, didn’t taunt—he simply killed them. Each slash of his blade was precise, fueled by the cold fury burning in his heart.

When he reached you, his breath caught in his throat. You could barely lift your head, but you saw the way his eyes darkened with horror and grief as he knelt beside you, his wings twitching with the need to protect you, to shield you from the world.

“No…” His voice cracked, barely above a whisper as he carefully gathered you into his arms, cradling you as if you might shatter. “Who did this?”

Tears blurred your vision as you tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. You felt broken, shattered in a way that went beyond the physical pain.

Azriel’s hands shook as he brushed your blood-soaked hair away from your face, his shadows wrapping around you like a protective cocoon. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with anguish. “I wasn’t there. I should’ve been there.”

His guilt and fury bled into the bond, the connection between you two pulsing with his overwhelming emotions. He pressed his forehead to yours, and for a moment, you could feel nothing but his raw, desperate need to make this right—to protect you, even though the damage had already been done.

He stood slowly, still holding you tightly, and turned toward the remaining Illyrians who had gathered around. There was no mercy in his gaze, no hesitation as he unleashed the full force of his shadows on them, burning the entire camp to the ground.

The world was spinning around you, but in Azriel’s arms, you finally felt safe again. The pain was still there, sharp and all-consuming, but you could feel his love, his rage, his devotion wrapping around you like a balm, as he vowed silently, over and over again, that no one would ever hurt you like this again.

“I’ll fix this,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion as he carried you away from the burning ruins. “I’ll make them pay for every moment of your pain.”

And you knew, with absolute certainty, that he would.

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ivesambrose · 1 year ago

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🤍 WHAT YOU'RE MANIFESTING NEXT 🤍

1. 2. 3.

Starting off new pick a cards with something sweet and simple that everyone can look forward to.

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Picture 1

Its likely you've felt rather helpless and alone, as though life has been testing you to the point it feels like a schedule to get to them and tick them off in your mental notepad once done. It is likely you've felt extra strained in your home environment or hometown, you may have attempted to leave but something or the other comes your way. You may have felt consistently blocked or unable to leave or unable to find a solution to a problem you've been facing in regards to your house or family.

A small part of you then decided to turn the worst case scenarios in your favour somehow. One of the ways being, "all of these sufferings will be rewarded. At least, mine will." I imagine you said this to yourself through gritted teeth. I want to tell you that the first thing you're manifesting is learning and accepting that suffering for rewards and accomplishments as poetic as they sound, shouldn't be the default settings you function under.

You're manifesting -

• A solution and clarity. No more illusions that worry you from taking the next step or making a decision.

• A community that allows you to bloom. New friends and network.

• Relocation.

• An end to apathy and boredom.

• An end to turmoil, stagnation and feeling of lack and helplessness.

• The beginning you've been anticipating as everything ends around you.

Timings: The coming 3 months.

Picture 2

You may have felt a lack of proper guidance in your life. That no matter what mentor came through or what ever path you sought to follow, everything somehow got complicated when you looked up to it. So many contradictions and so many lies. So you decided the only constant guidance are your own experiences and intuition. There's a life of adventure you seek, a career that lets you live the way you've wanted, for your words to inspire others without coming off too preachy and pretentious. Life has lacked stability likely due to external forces because you've time and time again done your best to obtain the stability that had been taken away from you. There's an intention you had set some time back and that is finally coming into fruition. Thing is, you knew it was going to happen anyway no matter how dire it seemed, you just needed to water this intention by directing your energy to it. You're manifesting -

• Increase in creativity with the energy to express it as well. Feeling in charge of your life. Leading rather than being led.

• Travelling to foreign locations for higher education or job/career. A career that lets you travel or involves travel.

• More money or increase in finances in general.

• More things or subjects to learn and achieve proficiency in.

Timings : Sooner than you expect. (Likely Gemini season for some)

Picture 3

You don't really shy away from challenges but certain incidents have made you question your faith and entire belief systems, later people and lastly yourself. You're trying to find a middle ground for yourself and also wondering how many transformations till your quiet breakdowns stop. Some of you really want to leave, something that brought you comfort is only bringing you anxiety now and giving you extreme mood swings. It seems as though you're wondering if any efforts you're putting into what you want is even worth it. Quiet your mind for some time. Even for a minute. Till the minutes eventually pass and your mind feels quiet for once. It's okay to have a head full of no thoughts at times. You're manifesting -

• Emotional regulation.

• Better health.

• Luck and expansion.

• Knowledge that you can put into use.

• For some better relationship with a maternal figure or their parents.

• Sudden wealth or unexpected wealth or property.

• Protection from distrustful and downright vindictive energy.

• Success, recognition and enjoying the fruits of your labour. Succeeding in anything you've been wanting to manifest for yourself actually. No extra steps or rules and regulations to follow. Simply acceptance.

Timings: Within 2 months.

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roseandxanderfics · 2 months ago

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“How they use praise while they ruin you in bed.” - (NSFW headcanon) - Ted Lasso x reader

Ted Lasso

Ted’s praise is unrelenting, but it’s soft, tender. He’s not the kind to hold back. No, when he’s with you, he lets every ounce of affection he has pour out in words. His praise is practically endless, flowing through each thrust, each breath, each time you gasp for more.

“Darlin’, you’re absolutely perfect. Do you know that? Just perfect.”

His hands move over you constantly, whether it’s a soft caress or a firmer grip on your hips as he rocks into you, deep and steady. His eyes never leave you, watching every shudder and tremor that shakes through your body. He’s in awe of you, every single second.

“You’re doin’ so good for me, sweetheart. I knew you were gonna be amazing, but you’re just—just beyond anything I could’ve imagined.”

His words fall like velvet, warm and soothing, even as his movements become a little faster, a little harder. His voice cracks slightly with the effort, but it only adds to the intensity. He’s a tender man, but when it comes to you? He’s greedy with your pleasure. Greedy with the way you make him feel.

“God, I’m so lucky to be here with you. You make me feel like the luckiest man alive, darlin’. You’re mine, you know that? Only mine.”

His words are almost a prayer, spoken as if they’re a promise. When he feels your walls tighten around him, your body trembling under him, he gives a little shudder of his own. He’s far from immune to your pleasure, and it drives him wild.

“You’re my best girl. The best girl I could’ve ever hoped for. You’re perfect. You hear me? Perfect.”

When you start to come undone, your breath stuttering and your body going limp beneath him, Ted doesn’t stop. He pushes deeper, slower, giving you every inch of him until he feels you pulse around him, your body taking everything he gives.

“Let go, baby. Let go. You’ve been so good for me, so perfect. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”

And when you finally come, shattered and soft beneath him, he slows, kissing your forehead, your lips, murmuring sweet things as he rides out his own release.

“That’s it, baby. You’re perfect. Always will be.”

⸻

Roy Kent

Roy’s praise comes in grunts at first — it’s rough, guttural, like he’s not sure how to express how fucking good you make him feel. He’s not the kind to throw words around lightly, but with you? He can’t help it. Every groan that escapes his lips is as much for himself as it is for you.

“You feel so good, fuck,” he growls, hands gripping your hips hard, forcing you to meet him thrust for thrust. His eyes are dark, hungry, but there’s a soft spot for you buried deep. He can’t stop himself from complimenting you, even in the heat of it all.

“Look at you. Fuck, look at you, all stretched out and perfect for me. No one else gets to see you like this. Only me.”

His words are harsh, almost like a challenge, as though he wants to claim you, mark you, and leave his imprint on you in every way possible. And you love it.

“You make me feel like I can do anything. You’re so fucking perfect, babe. So perfect for me. You know that?”

When you moan his name, your body bucking beneath his, he grows rougher, more desperate.

“Good girl, fuck. So good for me. You’re mine, yeah? Mine to fuck, to ruin. And you love it.”

His fingers dig into your skin as he increases his pace, never once slowing down. He’s relentless, but it’s always for you. The praise becomes even more feral, more real, as you beg him for more.

“Let go, love. Come on, I know you want to. You’ve been so good for me. You make me lose my fucking mind.”

When you come, your body a trembling mess beneath him, Roy’s movements slow — he drags them out, letting you feel every inch of him, every whisper of his affection.

“That’s it. That’s my girl. You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”

⸻

Jamie Tartt

Jamie’s praise is full of confidence — and insatiable admiration. The more you react to his words, the harder he pushes. He’s a master at building you up while shattering you with his touch. And the moment you start to whimper, begging for more, he knows he’s got you right where he wants you.

“You’re so fucking sexy. So fucking hot for me, babe.”

His hands roam over your body, worshipping every curve, every inch of skin. He makes sure you feel the heat of his gaze on you at all times. His thrusts are fast, urgent, as if he’s afraid to let this moment slip away from him.

“You look so good like this. Can’t believe I get to have you. You make me feel like I’m the luckiest man alive.”

Every time you moan, every time your body shudders, Jamie can’t help but speak it out. It turns him on more than anything.

“You like that? Yeah? You like when I praise you, don’t you? Makes you feel good, huh?”

When you tighten around him, when you finally give in to the overwhelming pleasure, he leans down, breathless, his voice barely a whisper.

“That’s it. Come for me. You’re doing so fucking good. So goddamn good for me.”

Jamie’s praise hits harder, hotter, as he watches you come undone beneath him. He can’t stop. You’re his, and he’s proud of it.

“Look at you. You’re mine, babe. My fucking goddess. So perfect.”

⸻

Sam Obisanya

Sam’s praise is soft at first, like he’s almost surprised by how much it affects you. But when he sees your face light up, your body trembling under him, he gives more. So much more.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” he says quietly, his hands trailing over your skin, his movements careful but deep. He’s focused on you, entirely captivated by the way you react to his touch.

“You make me feel like I’m in a dream. Every second I get to be with you feels like a blessing.”

His praise is steady, unbroken, as though he’s taking his time to savor the moment — to savor you. He’s not rushing. His thrusts are deliberate, each one bringing a shudder from you that makes his heart race.

“You’re perfect, darling. I’m so lucky to be here with you. So fucking proud of you.”

When you start to unravel, when you beg him for more, Sam’s voice takes on a deeper, more sensual tone. He can feel you clench around him, and it drives him wild.

“That’s it, love. You’re doing so well for me. You’re perfect for me.”

Sam’s praise is like a blanket — warm, comforting, deeply affectionate. And when you finally break, when you collapse against him, gasping for breath, he kisses you softly, whispering, “You’re incredible. I’m so proud of you.”

⸻

Keeley Jones

Keeley’s praise is effervescent, completely unapologetic. She’s a bundle of joy, of confidence, and that radiates through her every word as she fucks you senseless. She adores the way you react to her praise, and she’ll make sure you know just how much she loves you — how much she loves everything about you.

“Oh my god, babe. You’re fucking amazing. Look at you, all messy and perfect for me.”

Her fingers dance across your skin like they’re teasing you, making sure you’re sensitive to every touch. She’s not in a rush. She’s savoring every second, and she’s going to let you know it.

“You make me feel so good. Like, I can’t even tell you how fucking lucky I am. You’re my dream, you know that?”

Keeley’s praise is loud, confident. She doesn’t hold back, not when you’re making her feel this good. When you start to tremble, when your body shakes from the intensity of it all, Keeley doesn’t stop.

“You’re so good for me. You make me feel like the best woman in the world. I can’t believe I get to have you.”

When you finally come, when you let go beneath her, Keeley’s words turn soft, filled with warmth and affection.

“That’s it, babe. You did so good. You’re perfect. Always perfect for me.”

#ted lasso x reader #roy kent x reader #sam obisanya x reader #keeley jones x reader #jamie tartt x reader #light smut

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fatcatscafe · 6 months ago

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Promise Me

Sebastian Sallow x GN reader

Summary: After a dangerous encounter with dark wizards leaves you injured and recovering in the Hogwarts hospital wing, Sebastian sneaks in to check on you. Words are spoken and unresolved feelings linger in the air.

Context: This is a continuation of my other fic but it can be read as a stand alone. This happens after the Slytherin Scriptorium quest.

Part One | Part two

You told yourself you needed rest. After enduring the searing pain of Crucio, you vowed to take a break—you deserved it.

But the following days offered little reprieve. Owls arrived incessantly, each carrying a plea for your help. Natsai wrote seeking assistance with her plans. Poppy begged for aid against poachers threatening magical creatures. Even Amit, ever the dreamer, invited you to stargaze.

You kept yourself busy, shoving aside your exhaustion and pushing through each task with determination. It wasn’t until you confronted a group of dark wizards in a grueling battle that the toll became undeniable. Victory was yours, but your body, battered and strained, finally gave in.

So, when you dragged yourself back to Natty, looking half-dead and barely upright, her reaction was immediate and fierce.

“You’re going straight to the nurse!” she demanded, her voice leaving no room for argument.

You tried to wave her off, mumbling something about chugging down some Wiggenweld potions will fix you, but the wobble in your step betrayed your words. Natty wasn’t having it. She grabbed your arm—not unkindly, but with enough force to let you know she wasn’t backing down.

So here you are, lying in the hospital wing.

Nurse Blainey gave you an earful when you arrived all bruised up. Neither you nor Natty dared to fully explain how the two of you had snuck off to track Rookwood and Harlow’s movements, only to be ambushed by dark wizards along the way.

So instead, you both decided to stick to a safer story: “It was a bad broom accident,” Natty had said smoothly.

You’d nodded along, adding, “We snuck out to fly in the middle of the night... it got out of hand.”

Nurse Blainey had narrowed her eyes, clearly unconvinced, but she let it slide—perhaps for her own peace of mind.

Now you’re left lying there, the quiet hum of the hospital wing giving you too much time to think.

Three days had passed since Sebastian, Ominis, and you ventured into the dungeons in search of Salazar Slytherin’s Scriptorium.

You hadn’t seen either of them since. The silence was deafening—no passing glances in the halls, no shared whispers in the common room. Even when you forced yourself to attend classes, neither Sebastian nor Ominis was there.

You were guessing that Sebastian had immersed himself into studying the spellbook and Omnis probably took a few days off to grieve his aunt’s death.

With a sigh, you sank deeper into the medical bed. You closed your eyes, desperate for sleep, but it was a futile effort. Someone else in the ward was snoring so loudly you might as well have been trying to rest beside a giant purple toad.

You groaned softly, shifting under the covers, when another sound caught your attention. Beneath the snoring, you could just make out a faint, irregular rattling noise. It was subtle, almost like the whisper of wind slipping through a cracked window, but there were no windows open in the hospital wing.

Focusing, you noticed the rattling sound was coming from the door. You sat up slightly, straining to listen, your heart quickening in your chest.

Suddenly, with a soft click, the door to the hospital wing slid open.

You squinted, your eyes narrowing as you peered through the dim light. Was it your imagination, or had you seen a figure crouching just inside the doorway? But when you blinked, it was gone.

Maybe it was just the nurse. Perhaps she’d forgotten to lock the door when she left for the evening. You didn’t think too deeply about it as you slid out of bed, intending to close the door yourself.

Still, a nagging feeling gnawed at you, the distinct sensation of being watched crawling up your spine. Perhaps the dark wizards had done a real number on you this time, leaving your mind jumpy and suspicious.

You barely reached the door when, out of nowhere, a pair of hands shot out from thin air, grabbing you.

Instinctively, you prepared to fight back, adrenaline surging as you opened your mouth to scream—only for the hands to clasp over your lips before a sound escaped.

“Shhhh, it’s me,” a familiar voice whispered urgently.

Your eyes widened as, piece by piece, his body materialized before you. First the outline of a face, then the curve of a smirk you recognized anywhere.

Sebastian.

“Oh, Merlin’s beard!” you hissed, your voice trembling between relief and frustration. “I was about to obliterate you into oblivion—oh, for gods’ sake, what are you doing here, Sebastian?”

His smirk widened, though there was a sheepish glint in his eyes. “I used Disillusionment to sneak in here,” he said matter-of-factly, as though sneaking into the hospital wing in the dead of night was entirely reasonable. “It was to come see you, of course.”

“Of course,” you echoed, rolling your eyes. “Because breaking into the hospital wing and scaring me half to death is such a normal way to check in on someone.”

Sebastian chuckled softly, the sound a strange mix of genuine amusement and something heavier, like guilt or worry. “Well, you weren’t exactly making it easy to find you,” he admitted. “And... I needed to make sure you were okay.”

“It was Imelda,” Sebastian said, his tone dripping with irritation. “She was going on about how she’s still the best flyer in the school, bragging endlessly as usual. And then she mentioned you.”

“Me?” you asked

He nodded “Apparently, someone told her you got into a broom accident and were lying in the hospital wing injured. Of course, she couldn’t resist turning it into another chance to proclaim herself the reigning champion of Slytherin—but that isn’t the point.”

“I didn’t believe it,” he continued, almost hesitant. “You? Getting into a flying accident? That sounded about as plausible as a troll performing ballet. So, I started thinking... maybe it wasn’t a broom accident. Maybe it had something to do with me.”

You stayed silent, waiting for him to go on.

“With the Crucio curse,” he finished, his voice laced with guilt. “I thought... maybe it was still affecting you somehow. Maybe that’s why you’re here.”

You almost wanted to laugh if it wasn’t for how serious Sebastian looked.

Before you could open your mouth to explain, a loud cough from another patient in the ward snapped both of you to attention. Your eyes darted to the other beds, realizing just how precarious this situation was. If anyone caught Sebastian here, it wouldn’t just be you getting scolded—it could mean serious trouble for him.

Sebastian glanced toward the source of the noise “Let’s go somewhere more hidden,” he whispered.

You nodded the ache in your limbs made you stumble a bit. He reached out instinctively, steadying you as you followed him to a secluded corner of the ward. The hospital dividers provided a decent amount of cover, though you both moved carefully to avoid drawing attention.

Once hidden, Sebastian let out a soft breath. “Alright,” he said, his voice quieter now but no less intense. “Talk to me. What’s really going on? And don’t you dare say it’s a broom accident.”

You hesitated, glancing at him, the shadows of the makeshift corner making his expression harder to read. But the concern in his voice, the way he leaned slightly toward you, told you he wouldn’t let this go until he had answers.

You let out a heavy sigh. Lying to Sebastian felt impossible, even if you wanted to.

“It was Rookwood and Ranrok,” you admitted quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. “Natty said she found a lead—something she thought would be worth investigating. We thought it’d be a quick look, nothing too dangerous.”

“But we ran into dark wizards along the way,” you continued, swallowing hard. “And, well... it didn’t end greatly. We fought, but there were too many of them. Natty managed to get away unscathed, but I wasn’t so lucky.” You gestured vaguely at yourself, at the bandages and bruises.

“Fool—” Sebastian snapped, his tone sharp and cutting. “You should have asked for help. Rushing in like that was reckless and downright stupid.”

Part of you understood his anger—it came from a place of concern—but the way he spoke to you only added fuel to your own frustration. You straightened slightly, your voice defensive as you shot back, “It’s not like I had a whole lot of options, Sebastian. I didn’t exactly have a list of people ready to step in and help.”

His eyes narrowed, but before he could retort, you continued, your tone laced with exasperation. “And let’s not forget—you practically disappeared after the Scriptorium. I didn’t even know if you were okay, let alone where to find you. Besides, Natty asked for my help, not yours.”

He opened his mouth as if to say something, then hesitated, guilt flickering across his face.

“I—” he began, but his usual confidence faltered, his voice quieter now. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that betrayed his unease. “Listen, I wanted to visit you and Ominis, I really did. But that spellbook we found?” He paused, his eyes lighting up with an intensity that was both familiar and unsettling. “It’s incredible. I’ve uncovered so much—magic and spells that are never taught at Hogwarts.”

You could hear the fervor in his tone, the way his words quickened, tinged with both excitement and desperation.

“And I know—” he continued, his voice growing more resolute, “I know that somewhere in those pages lies the answer to Anne’s curse. Something that no one else has tried. Something that might actually work.”

He looked back at you, his expression softer now, the fire in his eyes tempered by guilt. “I didn’t mean to disappear,” he admitted quietly. “I just... I didn’t know how to face you after that. After everything we went through in the Scriptorium.”

A silence stretched between you, heavy and full of unspoken words. The faint sound of the other patients’ breathing and the occasional rustle of sheets were the only noises that broke the stillness.

You wanted to say something, to fill the void, but the weight of his confession left you momentarily speechless. The vulnerability in his tone was so unlike the Sebastian you were used to—the confident, sometimes cocky boy who always seemed to have a plan.

Finally, you found your voice. “Sebastian...” you began, your tone gentle but firm. “I get it. I know how much Anne means to you, and I know you’ll do anything to help her. But you can’t shut people out—I won’t stop you in your pursuit, but just... be careful, alright?”

He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “Could say the same thing right back at you.”

You raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at your lips despite the tension. “Touché.”

Sebastian’s smile lingered, but the weight of everything unsaid still hung in the air. “I mean it,” he said after a beat. “You’re the one lying in a hospital bed right now, not me. You need to be careful too. I don’t think I could handle...” He trailed off, his gaze steady with yours.

“You won’t lose me, Sebastian,” you said softly, your tone steady. “I promise.”

He looked up at you then, something unspoken passing between the two of you. For a moment, it felt like the world outside the hospital wing didn’t exist—the dark wizards, the curse, the spellbook. It was just the two of you, sharing a fragile but meaningful connection.

Perhaps the two of you were too absorbed in the moment, lost in the intensity of the conversation and the connection you shared, to notice the time slipping by. It wasn’t until the faint glow of dawn began to filter through the hospital wing’s windows that you realized how long Sebastian had been there.

The quiet creak of the door opening made your stomach drop. Nurse Blainey stepped inside, a clipboard in hand as she began her early morning rounds, her sharp eyes scanning the ward.

You turned to Sebastian, panic flickering in your gaze. “You need to go. I’ll distract her. You sneak out. I can’t have you caught twice because of me.”

“Wait!” Sebastian grabbed your hand, his grip firm but gentle. “Before you go, I—” He hesitated, fumbling inside his robes. “I wanted to give you this. Honestly, I thought you’d be asleep when I came in, but...”

He reached into his robes and pulled something out. It was a crumpled piece of parchment, which he pressed into your hand.

“Before you say anything,” he said softly, his voice uncharacteristically vulnerable, “just... read it later, when you’re alone.”

You stared at the note in your hand, your mind racing with questions, but the look in his eyes stopped you from prying further. There was something raw there, something he wasn’t ready to say aloud.

You hear Nurse Blainey walking closer now, “Sebastian,” you whispered urgently, “you need to go. Now.”

With a reluctant nod, he began to activate his Disillusionment Charm again, the shimmer of magic cloaking his figure. Before he disappeared entirely, he whispered, “Be careful. And thank you.”

You gave Sebastian a small smile before turning and walking away from the corner to Nurse Blainey. She was definitely mad, seeing you up and walking around despite her clear instructions to stay put.

As she continued to lecture you, saying something along the lines of, “If you’re well enough to walk around, you’re well enough to attend class,” you caught sight of the faint shimmer of Sebastian under the Disillusionment Charm.

He paused briefly, his figure lingering near the doorway. His gaze—though invisible—felt fixed on you for a fleeting moment before he quietly slipped away, disappearing into the early morning light.

You held Nurse Blainey’s gaze, nodding along to her lecture, but your thoughts were elsewhere. As the faint shimmer of Sebastian disappeared from sight, a small smile tugged at your lips.

Once she finally moved on, you scurried back to your bed and pulled out the crumpled note Sebastian had pressed into your hand. Your fingers trembled slightly as you unfolded it, revealing the hurriedly scrawled words:

“You matter more to me than you know. Don’t you dare forget that. -S”

You stared at the words, your heart tightening as you reread them. Whatever doubts you’d carried about where you stood with him, this was his answer—a truth he couldn’t bring himself to say aloud but had etched onto the parchment instead.

The sun’s rays spilled into the ward, painting everything in a soft, golden hue. For the first time in days, you felt the tension in your shoulders ease.Sebastian might be infuriatingly stubborn, but beneath it all, his heart was in the right place.

And that was enough.

For now, at least.

Author's note: i hope you enjoyed that! i'm working on the third part where omnis and the mc get more interaction.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy mc #fluff #hogwarts legacy sebastian #gender neutral reader

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