#*RIPS SHIRT OFF AND SCREAMS FROM THE ROOFTOP*

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

【Live 2D】 Li Zeyan’s “I Do” event karma

Artist: 境容_live2d || Source: ♡

⌚ Paper games commissioned the artist for the 2024 Valentine’s Event⌚

“Even such a brief moment as this is ample for your wild creativity to soar.”

“What? Haven’t had enough chocolate yet?”

“I’ve received the world’s most creative ring, but please don’t continue with the rest of that sentence of yours.”

“This is something that I should be the one to take care of.”

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[tinycoffeeroom]

thank god for bikes | arthurtv

inspired by @mrstelevision 🤍

face claim: steph bohrer ♡

request: here !

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📍 london

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y/nsworld about last night ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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user1 i'm in love with you

gkbarry cant believe i didn't even get photo creds ↳ y/nsworld please forgive my sins oh great gkbarry

user2 y/n!! i think the guys u mentioned on ur twt was george clarke and arthurtv!! arthur posted on twt about george getting hit by a bike on a wall!! ↳ y/nsworld !! let me check his twt <3

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arthurtv first pic taken moments before disaster (at least this one won't leave a scar)

georgeclarkeey don't know what was worse, the bike ptsd or you dribbling down your shirt ↳ arthurtv your mum doesn't mind my dribbling ↳ y/nsworld the dribbling was funnier to watch tbh ↳ georgeclarkeey take that mr television

gkbarry i didn't even notice it was you guys hiding in the corner ↳ georgeclarkeey just wanted some alone time with my boyfriend x ↳ arthurtv stop telling people i'm your boyfriend!!

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y/nsworld wine in coffee cups and classic literature in a park, my idea of heaven ꕤ

max_balegde got home off my head and now andrews mad i've ruined dinner plans ↳ y/nsworld andrew baby im so sorry :( ↳ andrew_spanndy could never blame you xx ↳ max_balegde god just date her already wooooow

gkbarry regret introducing the two of you, my poor ears will never recover from this ↳ y/nsworld thats your fault for putting two professional yappers together xx

arthurtv pretty sure that's bride you're reading... wouldn't call werewolf smut classic literature ↳ y/nsworld and how do YOU know what's in the book? 🤨

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georgeclarkeey totally normal photo to promote the newest useless hotline ep x

max_balegde rip my purple crocs... can't believe y/n stole them right off my feet... ↳ user2 !!! y/n at the arthurtv podcast recording?? my y/ntv senses are tingling ↳ user3 i'm pretty sure she was there bc her and max are friends... ♥️ y/nsworld ↳ user2 they've never randomly had their friends at recordings, dw you'll join the y/ntv cult soon

📍 ibiza

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arthurtv thank you spotify for inviting us out! (photo cred: y/nsworld)

user2 i am going to scream from the rooftops, y/ntv'ers unite!!

y/nsworld should receive compensation for having to look at george's bare grippers the entire weekend ↳ arthurtv will bring round some wine this weekend ↳ y/nsworld good boy ↳ user2 ... y'all are fucking with me atp

📍 ibiza

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y/nsworld beach bum 𓇼

gkbarry happiness looks so good on you ↳ y/nsworld i love the bones of you

user2 !! WHO TOOK THE PHOTO I FEEL INSANE ↳ y/nsworld my friend! :)

📍 ibiza

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arthurtv decided to stay in the sunshine a few more days :)

user3 user2 i fear you may be onto something ↳ user2 i'm gonna eat glass. like i am actually putting shards in my mouth rn ↳ y/nsworld omg pls don't

y/nsworld looking good mr television ↳ arthurtv why thank you miss world

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y/nsworld use code ynsworld for 15% off ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

max_balegde leaving my bf for you rn. ↳ andrew_spanndy not if i leave you first ↳ y/nsworld i can date both of you at the same time xx

arthurtv djsidjief djg ↳ y/nsworld you ok mr television?

y/nsworld didn't even think about what i was wearing when i went to go see mr hill sing about cold coffee, sorry guys you got the wrong arthur xx

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arthurtv someone forgot to change over to their finsta so i guess it's hard launch time... somehow got the most gorgeous girl on earth to agree to date me, must be my fantastic sense of humour

y/nsworld lbr most of them already knew, we weren't exactly subtle ↳ arthurtv speak for yourself xx

theburntchip it's the big ol' hog you got in them trousers ♥️ y/nsworld ↳ arthurtv ah yes forgot about that

max_balegde take care of her or me and andrew are snatching her real quick ↳ y/nsworld ... i may have to do some rethinking

user2 i can't believe i was right... VINDICATION ♥️ arthurtv, y/nsworld

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y/nsworld told him i forgot to change to finsta but really i just wanted to show that i bagged a hottie ✮⋆˙

georgeclarkeey still can't believe you snatched him from right under my nose ↳ y/nsworld we're still in the honeymoon phase so i may give him back x ↳ arthurtv what the fuck

gkbarry crying into a pint of ice cream thanks xx ↳ y/nsworld you know you're the love of my life xx

y/nsworld also user2 sorry for gaslighting you xx ↳ user2 i have never been so happy to be gaslighted could do a happy lil cry ↳ y/nsworld our fave y/ntv'er we love you ♡

[libraryofgage]

SpiderPool Steddie Part One

So, this is definitely gonna have multiple parts lmao

It's been bouncing around my brain for a while like the Addams Family Steddie AU lol

Anyway, lemme know if you'd like to be tagged for future parts ^_^

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Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Girls is, at best, a dive bar. At worst, it's a cesspit in which the scummiest people in the city gather to bask in each other's scumminess. To Steve, however, it's the perfect place to collapse after a long patrol, splayed out like a starfish on the roof as the music playing inside vibrates the building itself.

Steve takes a deep breath, setting his bat down next to him before pushing his mask to the bridge of his nose. He then lies down on the roof, wishing not for the first time that the city's light pollution wasn't so bad. Seeing the stars and hunting for constellations would really help him ignore the cracked ribs screaming inside his chest and threatening to break if he even breathes wrong.

All things considered, though, it could be worse. Steve doesn't have any morning classes, Vecna didn't beat him up nearly as bad as he usually does during their fight earlier, and his accelerated healing means Steve will be able to breathe normally by morning. Robin would tell him he has a very low bar when it comes to judging how shitty his life currently is, but she isn't here, so her opinion doesn't matter. Dustin would tell him he should try not getting his ass whooped in the future. Thankfully, he also isn't here, making his opinion as meaningful as Robin's.

Steve closes his eyes, letting his shoulders relax and trying not to think about anything. It sort of works until his entire body suddenly tenses, every nerve on edge and goosebumps shooting across his arms. He shoots up, ignoring the harsh twinge in his ribs as he turns in a crouch and grabs his bat. Steve clenches his jaw, breathing harshly through his nose to keep from groaning in pain, and feels relieved he didn't completely remove his mask completely.

Over by the door leading to a staircase is a guy with ripped jeans, a worn-out shirt with "HELLFIRE CLUB" across the chest, a jean vest covered in patches and pins, and hair pulled back out of his face with a few wavy strands stubbornly escaping his hair tie. He's breathing a little heavily, his face flushed like he's just climbed a few flights of stairs. Actually, he probably has.

"Woah," the guy says, his voice soft enough that Steve would have missed it if not for the enhanced hearing. The guy clears his throat and holds up both hands, showing off a bottle of Jack Daniels in one and a bag with a grease-stained bottom in the other. "Uh, I come in peace. I didn't realize the rooftop was taken."

Steve has no clue what possesses him, but he forces himself to relax and set the bat down. "No, it's okay. I can head out," he says, staying seated despite his words. He's really hoping the guy will insist he doesn't need to; his ribs are still aching like a bitch.

Thankfully, the guy flashes a grin and slowly lowers his hands. "Nah, you're all good. Not every day I get to eat next to a hero. Want some fries?" he asks, walking over and sitting a good two feet away so there's plenty of room between them.

He tears open the bag to create an impromptu plate and puts it between them, the smell of greasy and undoubtedly delicious fries tempting enough that Steve picks up a smaller one and pops it into his mouth. "Thanks. Where are these from?" Steve asks, glancing over as the guy twists the cap of his bottle and takes a swig.

"A burger joint two streets down and one street over. On the corner."

Steve nods, making a mental note of the directions so he can get a burger before swinging home. He's got just enough in his pocket to afford one. "So, got a name?" Steve asks, figuring he's already eating the guy's fries and they're about to spend some time together on this roof. He should know the guy's name.

The guy's grin returns, and he sets the bottle down between them as well. It's tempting, but Steve doesn't trust his alcohol tolerance to hold up while his body is busy fixing his ribs. "Eddie. Do I get to know your name, too?"

Steve snorts and leans away slightly, putting a bit more distance between Eddie and his entirely too-grabbable mask. "Nice try," he says.

"Worth a shot," Eddie says, shrugging as he picks up a few fries. "So, Spider-Man, what brings you to Sister Margaret's? You enjoy the gay metal scene?"

"What's the difference between gay and regular metal?"

"Our hair is better," Eddie explains, dramatically flipping the few strands of hair escaping his tie.

Steve has to hold back a second snort, taking another fry and chewing on it before saying, "I like resting here after patrol. The whole building shakes with the music."

Eddie lights up, his eyes brightening and his back straightening some. "So, you're a fan of Corroded Coffin," he says, taking another swig of the Jack Daniels. It's only now that Steve realizes it's already a quarter of the way gone, and he wonders if Eddie's liver can handle that much alcohol all at once.

"Is that the name of the band?"

"Yep. They play here almost every night."

"I'm guessing you like them, too, then?"

Eddie hums, amusement dancing across his expression now, giving Steve the distinct feeling that there's some secret he simply isn't in on. "They're the best band I've ever heard. Their music is incredible. They really push the boundaries of the genre. And their lyrics? Amazingly layered with at least three meanings per line. I highly recommend actually coming in for a listen one of these days," Eddie says, leaning a little closer to Steve.

A beat of silence passes in which Steve holds Eddie's gaze. Or, he holds the gaze on his end; he's sure Eddie can't actually tell with the mask covering his eyes. "You're in the band," Steve says.

"Lead guitarist and singer, yes. I also write the songs."

"You're incredibly critical of yourself, really grounded in reality."

Eddie barks out a laugh. "I just happen to know my worth incredibly well."

"You have all the confidence of a mediocre white man on a job hunt."

Eddie gasps, placing a hand on his chest as he looks at Steve. "How dare you call me mediocre. I am revolutionary at worst and the second coming at best."

"You know the second coming involves, like, an apocalypse or something, right?"

"I'm Jewish, why would I bother with the fine details?" Well, Steve will give him that. "By the way," Eddie says, gesturing to Steve's bat as he continues, "do those nails actually see any use? Or are they just there to act as a threat?"

Steve looks down at his bat, considering it for a moment before carefully holding the middle and offering the handle to Eddie. Now that he's giving them a few moments of attention, he's realizing the nails embedded in the end are a little rusty and definitely need cleaning. "I try not to be deadly with it, but Vecna's got these lab-grown demon dogs and bats that always manage to break through my webs," Steve explains.

He watches as Eddie takes the bat, weighing it in his hands before shoving his palm into the nails. Steve jerks, a wordless shout escaping his throat as he launches himself over the fries and in front of Eddie. "Are you okay?!" he asks, grabbing Eddie's hand and shakily inspecting the nails sticking through it. Fuck, those are going to be a bitch to get out, and he'll probably have to swing Eddie to the hospital for a tetanus shot.

Being angry doesn't even register in his brain as Eddie laughs. "Don't worry about it, Spidey," he says, pulling his hand off the nails with a slight wince. He wiggles his fingers, letting Steve have a front-row seat to the injuries closing. "See, good as new."

And he's right. The injuries are good as new. In fact, there isn't even any scarring, and Steve almost rips his mask off to take a closer look but stops himself at the last minute. Instead, he grabs Eddie's hand and yanks it closer, turning it over to check his palm, too. "What the fuck?" he asks, looking up at Eddie, still gripping his hand tight.

"Super healing," Eddie explains. "Like, super duper. If I ever get decapitated, just hold my head to my neck, and I'll be right as rain."

"I'd rather not put that claim to the test," Steve says, frowning slightly as he runs his fingers over Eddie's palms, just to make sure the injuries aren't somehow hidden from sight.

"You know, I kissed the last guy who touched my palm like that," Eddie says, leaning in again with that grin.

Suddenly all Steve can think about is how Eddie's lips do look soft. And it has been a while since Steve actually kissed anyone. And he does think Eddie is funny. And he does find himself wondering if his smile will taste like the Jack Daniels and fries. And...and...

And Steve needs to go before he does anything he shouldn't be doing as Spider-Man.

He jerks back, dropping Eddie's hand like it burns, and ignores the ache in his ribs as he grabs his bat and stands. "I, uh, I need to get going. Thanks for the fries, Eddie," he says, hurrying over to the edge of the roof.

"Woah, just gonna eat and run on me, big boy?" Eddie asks, scrambling to his feet and over to where Steve is climbing onto the edge of the roof. "That's not very hero-like of you. You haven't even left me your name or number. How are you gonna pay me back $2.50 for the fries?"

"I had five," Steve says, turning to look at Eddie as he webs his bat to his back and pulls his mask down over his chin.

"The economy sucks, man."

Okay, he's got Steve there. Again. "Nice try, Eddie."

"Can you blame a guy? Your ass looks great in that spandex."

Steve is suddenly relieved his mask is back down, covering the furious blush spreading across his cheeks. He'd think it was just a joke, but the sincere and somewhat goofy smile tugging at Eddie's lips tells him it's more genuine than anything else. "Thanks," Steve says, giving Eddie a two-finger salute before taking a step back off the roof.

He shoots a web at the edge of the building, using the momentum to swing around the corner. His ribs are killing him with the movement, but he still manages to throw a, "See you later, Eds!" over his shoulder before he's completely out of earshot.

Later, Steve will wonder how Eddie got his super healing, if he's that flirtatious with every guy he meets on the roof of Sister Margaret's, and if he'll be there the next time Steve swings by. But that's for later. For now, he's just enjoying the breeze rushing over him and thinking about Eddie's eyes and his smile and his long fingers.

[earlgreydream]

angry passionate sex with jace after you go and get yourself hurt bc you disobeyed his rule for you to never leave the institute

ugh babe yes you always nail the vibe -- i'm so so excited you finally love my favorite fictional character of all time

“What did I tell you?!” Jace shouted, his chest heaving as he pinned your body against the wall. 

“N-never to leave the institute alone,” you whispered hoarsely, your eyes already burning with tears, an invisible hand squeezing your throat, making it difficult to breathe. 

“You could’ve gotten yourself killed, do you understand that? The streets are fucking crawling with demons and you don’t know how to properly defend yourself!” rage poured out of Jace, an attempt to hide the fear that was really driving his emotions. 

He had almost lost you. Despite Jace’s many reminders not to leave the institute – especially alone – you had gone out looking for him. Jace had promised to be back in an hour, and when he hadn’t returned, you had fled the institute, running into the streets with one of his seraph blades. You weren’t trained to use it, and when a demon cornered you, you would’ve been dead if Jace hadn’t come down from the rooftops, slicing it clean in half. Your angel would always protect you, but he was furious at you for putting yourself in danger. 

“You didn’t come home. You said… You said you’d be back in an hour and it had been three Jace! I thought…” a sob broke through your throat, tears flooding down your cheeks. 

You hiccupped on stuttered breaths, unable to calm down as you crashed from your adrenaline rush. Jace’s hands released your wrists, pulling you into his chest as his arms wrapped around you. His fury lowered to a simmer, the anger still swirling in his stomach, but the urge to yell ebbing off. 

“Can’t get rid of me that easy,” he murmured, fingers twisting in your hair and pulling your head back so he could press a forceful kiss to your mouth. His tongue broke the seal of your lips, winning a battle against yours as he swallowed your low whine. 

“I’m sorry,” you breathed when he broke the kiss, looking up into his golden-honey eyes.

“You will obey me,” Jace commanded sternly, his voice low and dangerous. 

Words caught in your throat, and a pathetic nod wasn’t enough to satisfy Jace’s need for control. A whimper escaped your lips as his inhuman strength had you on the bed in a second, forcing an exhale as your back hit the mattress. His lean, athletic body was over yours instantly, his black shirt already discarded somewhere on his bedroom floor. Black ink formed runes that danced along his skin, your fingers going to the angelic symbol out of habit, his eyes briefly closing as you touched him. 

“If you go and get yourself killed, I won’t be able to fuck you anymore,” Jace hissed, forcing his hips between your legs. 

“I won’t, I promise. I’ll be good, I’ll stay in the institute,” you swore, whimpering as he ground his hips against yours, his dick hardening against your panties.

Your hips rose off the bed, trying to gain more friction, overpowered by the need for your lover. 

“Take what I give you. Angel, just fucking do as you’re told!” he flipped you over, pulling you to your knees with your face down in the sheets. 

He ripped the lace from your hips, shoving your head back down as you tried to push up on your elbows. Accepting your fate – that Jace was going to brutally fuck you – you arched your back, exposing your wet cunt to him. The angel moaned, stroking himself as he aligned with your slit. 

“Jace, please, fuck me,” you begged, reaching behind you and wrapping your fingers around the wrist of the hand that held your head down. 

Any remaining self control vanished, and he slammed his hips against yours, burying himself deep in your cunt. His fingers gripped your hair as you screamed, pulling your face from the sheets so he could hear your desperate, mindless cries as he pounded into you. The sound of his hips hitting yours and the slickness of his thrusts was filthy, only adding to the shame of the way he was fucking you. The force of his thrusts had your body jolting forward, pain throbbing through the injury that had made him so angry in the first place. The demon had gotten one of its talons across your middle, tearing before Jace could protect you. 

Jace dragged your back to his chest, fucking you on your knees, your belly distending with his outline. His palm held your throat, keeping your head against his shoulder as he fucked you hard, forcing your body to take him deeper and deeper. You were close – it didn’t take much from Jace – but the way his fingers were circling your clit and he was hitting that spot inside of you – had your knees weak as you sank back against him. 

“Hold it, don’t you dare,” Jace hissed, intent on prolonging your punishment. 

You were unable to speak, but you fought off the orgasm that was threatening to explode through you, trying to be obedient for him. Jace held the weight of your body, feeling you growing weaker against him as he ravaged you. He swore to Raziel as he came inside of you, coating your walls with his cum as his thrusts grew lazy. 

“Go ahead,” he granted permission, supporting your weight as your body gave out under the intensity of the orgasm that crashed over you. You throbbed around him, milking him for all he had, small shudders rolling through your body like waves of thunder. 

“Jace!” you cried, weak in his arms as the two of you rode out your high. 

“I know, darling,” he hushed softly, his fingers stroking over your cheek as he laid back against the headboard with you in his arms. 

You were too exhausted – and in too much pain – to get cleaned up, so he let you just collapse against his chest, your pussy leaking with him and your skin sticky with sweat. 

“You frightened me. I hate to see you hurt,” Jace whispered into your hair, touching the bandages that wrapped around your torso. 

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry. I was afraid that you wouldn’t come back,” your meek voice tugged at his heart. 

“I’ll always come back to you.”

[tiredflowercrown]

be witness to the loneliness

This has been fun to write. The next one is gonna take such a turn, I can't wait to line up all the hints. Hope yall enjoy!!

Gil had seen Agatha more than most. The Layflower was right next to his dad’s tavern after all. She was forced in there what seemed like every other week. She didn’t scream or cry like the others forced in. No, she just stood there and took it, like she did with everything else.

He never understood why she stayed. It was clear to him that she hated Frollo with every fiber of her being. The hatred in her eyes were some of the most terrifying things he had ever seen. It had to have been for Claudine. Agatha would do anything for Claudine.

She was the reason he had ever gotten a chance to sneak Claudine out. The reason that Claudine wasn’t even more fucked up. Agatha looked at Claudine like she hung the moon and the stars. And Claudine looked at her the same.

The regulars that actually thought fondly of her often brought her small gifts. Perhaps as an apology for their actions, not that it ever stopped them from coming back again and again. While it was she that received the gifts, Claudine was the one who got them in the end. Little gold chains, newer clothes, ribbons to tie her hair back with, a knife or two, sets of matches. If Agatha was given it, Claudine ended up with it.

So it wasn’t a shock after seeing Claudine on The Night the Sky Burned that the events occurred as they did. Her shirt had been ripped, nearly tore off her body. Agatha and Uma wouldn’t have done that and he was called into the infirmary almost immediately so it couldn’t have been Bonny.

No, there was no doubt in his mind what happened. Especially after he overheard Uma and Harry talking later.

They were talking about Agatha, about the fire, about Frollo’s dead body, about the knife that ended up on her belt. Gil recognized that knife. It was the only thing that Agatha kept to defend herself with.

Yes, he knew what happened that night. Agatha would do anything for Claudine. Even kill. Even disappear.

Everyone said she must’ve died that night. She wasn’t seen in public or anywhere again.

It must be a ghost he sees on the rooftops sometimes. Wrapped in crimson shadows. Yes. She was just another ghost haunting him.

[dimplecki]

watcha doin. oh nothin. rewatching sam&deans wedding 8x23 sacrifice. going insane. screaming sammy from the rooftop ripping my shirt off exploding into the moon etc. just a normal wednesday evening. I'm eating some glass if you want some

[wikifuck]

End times

An angel was lying on his stomach on a rooftop overlooking the yard of a secondary school, binoculars in hand. Aw fuck aw fuck aw fuck, went Ectovius’s internal monologue for yet another hour. Why did Mary need to be 14 again? Nothing in the plan required her to be still a child, other than the fact that it had been the case the last time. Jesus could just come on earth as an adult, couldn’t he? 

The deadline loomed closer than ever, unyielding to his desperate procrastination for a year. Stupid plans, stupid second coming, stupid attentive adults looking after the kids. 

Ectovius ducked away from the rooftop edge. Two of the teachers on watch duty peered in his direction. One of them was the coach, an attractive black dude whose six-pack he could see through the shirt all the way here even without binoculars. Defeated, he unconjured the binoculars into the ether with holy magic and dragged himself to the exit as low to the ground as he could.

He tried to look as much like he lived there as possible. The two meters of height and broad shoulders of a bodybuilder made it a challenge, but he managed to carefully give the little old lady in there with him some personal space. He had company waiting when he stepped out the front door. The fit teacher stood before him, a skeptical look in his silvery eyes. That was the only part of his face that Ectovius could make out behind the black fabric mask that he should have noticed earlier, had he not been focusing on the abbs. Wait, silver eyes?!

“What do you want, demon?” The words left his lips as an icy growl as he instinctively assumed a defensive position. The demon stood its ground, not taking its eyes off his. 

“To know what an angel’s doing staring at little girls,” it retorted. Rather than hostile, its voice sounded genuinely curious. 

He had not expected his first-ever sighting of a demon to be one in a bright yellow attention vest and warm woolly shirt. 

Concentrate! It’s trying to seduce you into sin and evil. This is exactly what you have been training to resist for two millennia.

The demon stepped closer, capitalizing on his distracted thoughts. Ectovius recoiled back, coming alarmingly close to having his back against the glass doors. “You are the one standing right next to them, staring at them all day. I have seen you here for at least a week!”

“My boss has never gotten a minor pregnant,” the demon pointed out.

Ectovius swallowed hard, a mistake he failed to hide. Encouraged by the sight of his distress, the demon took yet another step, closing the distance and coming almost nose-to-nose with him. “You didn’t answer me. Why are you here?” It asked, a mischievous glint in its eyes. 

“Get off me!” Ectovius screamed and shoved it to the side. The demon crashed against a wall. It yelped in surprise as it made contact.

Without thinking, Ectovius reached his hand in the air, conjuring his holy golden spear above his head. He went to plunge it into the creature's skull, but it threw itself out of the way faster than he had anticipated. The spear let out a hot scream as it melted into the brick wall’s surface. He could hear the demon struggle back onto its feet behind him. The spear was deeply embedded into the wall, the heat from the holiness infused in the tip having glommed the surrounding material into a ball of glass. With all his might, he ripped the spear out, sending red stone dust and pebbles flying in all directions and taking the mass of half-molten wall with it. He spun around, brandishing the combination like a great mallet, but a crash of thunder deafened him. The sound echoed in the small alcove they stood in. A blisteringly hot pain pierced his shoulder with a force that threw him backwards into the crumbling brickwork. The moment his head made impact he was out.

—

Ectovius regained awareness, thanks to the feeling of being stared at. He opened his eyes to find the demon on the edge of his bed, looming over him with studying eyes. Instinct told him to hit it with all his might but the attempt of lifting his arm had him gasping as the blisteringly hot pain returned. 

Instead of sadistic glee, the demon’s eyes went wide with worry. It scrambled up and scuttered out of the room in search of something. 

He glared after it and writhed in bed for a moment. When he stilled the pain subsided enough for him to calm down and look around the room. It didn’t look like hell but like a high-end apartment. As he struggled to sit up, the demon entered the room again, carrying a glass of water in one hand and a mystery pill in the other. Ectovius cowered away when presented with them.

“It’s just a painkiller.” In the calmer moment, the demon had a soft and inviting voice, the kind that an unsuspecting victim would want to befriend immediately.

“You are drugging me,” Ectovius hissed pathetically. 

The demon shook its pretty head. “Don’t you think if I wanted something from you, I would have taken it already?” It shoved the pill to his face again. He took it meekly, realizing that he had no options. A familiar feeling of smallness and fear of repercussion overtook him. He was small underneath the creature's gaze, despite the fact he was a head taller and double its weight. 

The demon stepped back after handing him the glass.

“Why would you help me?”

“I have not seen one of you down here in a while. Would have been a waste to leave you for dead after I shot you.” The demon smiled and its gaze travelled over his body and returned to his eyes. 

“Shot by a demon…” Ectovius said in disbelief under his breath.

“I have a name. It’s Amadeus.” It stepped closer again and waggled a finger disapprovingly in his face. “Use it.”

—

Amadeus didn’t seem like a bad person, which should have made him appear even slimier to Ectovius. God had always been careful to warn him to stay away from the manipulative hellspawn. But as he watched Amadeus work on his teaching duties, grading students' work and putting cute stickers next to the scores, that warning seemed far away and paranoid. Amadeus seemed like just a nice guy who just happened to be a demon. Then again, that’s how they got to you, right? They lied and tricked you into a false sense of security, and then… And then what? A man like Amadeus could get whatever he wanted by just asking nicely, what on earth would he need treachery for? 

Ectovius sat back on the couch and reached for the remote, craving for a distraction from his racing paranoid mind. His hurt arm rested in a cradle against his chest.

Floods, fires, hurricanes. Ectovius closed the TV again after less than five minutes. He leaned his face into the palm of his hand. The end times were approaching fast, and he was stuck here.

[axelbbyart]

Angel of Love

( it's best to hear the song "Angel of Love by Dj Mystik on YouTube while reading to submerge yourself into the story )

"Over here hurry, Sinclaire!" Morgan grabbed Rose's wrist, practically dragging her towards the stairs that led up to the rooftop.

The creatures behind them weren't human anymore no matter how human they perceive themselves to be, theire nails were too long, their teeth too sharp, and their eyes were so black almost like a demon's but not quite there. They only wanted blood and the nearest blood bank was Rose and Morgan.

Once they reached the top, Rose broke off a steel bar from one of the railings, and bent it around the door handles to seal it before they started pounding against it. Bodies slammed onto the sealed door, the metal screeching as its pulled taunt from the pressure.

Morgan looked around trying to find an escape route, as Rose backed away from the door her gun out and ready.

The metal creaked one last time before the doors were thrown off its hinges, bodies upon bodies filled the empty space, forcing Rose to back up. No matter how many she shot, five more took their place. Rose was starting to get overwhelmed, there was too many of them, she couldn't see past their heads.

Her gun was torn away from her, as the crowd crammed themselves onto the rooftop, some even falling to their deaths from the overflow. Rose was being pushed around unable to catch her footing, bodies pressed against bodies, until she realized she wasn't being pushed randomly, they were pushing her towards the edge of the building where she took the railings off.

Morgan was able to punch down a few, using her mark's ability to aid her in her time of need but they kept coming back. She shoved them away, kicking down the one behind her, elbowing another. She couldn't see the telltale red hair of Rose over the sea of mutated humans, as sweat started to drip down her forehead.

"J-Jones!" The blonde snapped her head towards the direction of her name, and after tobbling over a few bodies to climb them, she was able to see Rose. She was inches away from the edge when the bodies pushed one last time, the cement of the building crumbled from underneath her feet. Morgan's eyes widen in horror, as Rose fell backwards off the building.

"ROSE, NO!" Morgan shoved passed the mutations in her haste, not exactly thinking what she was about to do.

She jumped after her.

Rose was falling and falling fast, Morgan needed to reach her. She tucked her arms and legs in to gain speed and catch up. Rose was in shock once Morgan reached her, wind wiping past them.

"What the hell are you thinking jumping after me! Youll die too!"

"You said I had wings right? I can feel them but they won't come out!"

Morgan looked at Rose, a crazed look in her eyes. "Pull them out NOW!"

"Shit!" Rose ripped Morgan's shirt in her haste to reach two stumps on the blonde's back. They were trapped beneath a thick layer of skin. Rose dug her nails in, piercing through Morgan's skin to reach the wings, as blood stained her finger tips. Morgan hissed in pain, her voice getting more strained and high pitched, as Rose tugged hard on the wings. They tore threw layers of skin on Morgan's back, a pained scream erupted from the blonde's throat, before she slumped down unconscious.

"Jones they're out, now what! Jones?" Rose lifted the blonde's head to look at their face, only to see the other had passed out from the pain. Rose's heart started to beat uncontrollably fast, realization dawned on her. They were going to fall to their death.

"Jones, wake up!" Rose peaked behind her shoulder to see the ground rising in record breaking speed. Even if Rose survived Morgan wouldnt.

Rose became more hysterical, "Jones, please, wake up! Jones! JONES!"

Her breathe hitched, as she curled around Morgan, bracing for impact.

"MORGAN!"

Morgan's eyes shot open, glowing unnaturally purple. Arms gripped the redhead in a tight, secure hold, and planted her feet on the ground within those last few seconds, the earth around them destroyed by the impact. Morgan used that momentum to push them back up into the sky, blood soaked wings stretched wide, shattering the glass windows from the buildings surrounding them with the force of it.

Rose had a death grip on Morgan, taking deep puffs of air and opened her eyes. She was awestruck. Morgan had an air of divine authority, coupled with her large, blood stained wings, and that purple mark, was a sight to see.

She realized Morgan was waiting on her command. Those uncanny purple eyes staring straight at her with such intensity she had to look away. She looked over at the many mutations still trying to get them. There's no cure for them once they consumed human flesh, and by the looks of it most of them did.

What the hell was Akumu thinking turning them into these abominations? What was the reason behind it? Either way they can't go back to being normal.

With that her decision was made. "Kill them. Kill all of them. We'll wipe out the disease before it spreads."

"As you wish.." Came the low rumble, as Morgan held up her hands, forcing Rose to hold onto the blonde on her own, legs dangling.

Particles started to materialize between Morgan's hands, forming a large bow n arrow, created by crafted light. It glowed a bright lavander, and Rose wasn't able to look directly at it.

Morgan pulled the string taunt, an arrow crafted by the same material formed, before she released it into the crown of mutants. That one arrow, broke into millions of small shards, all landing on their designed target, sweeping them off the planet. It burned their body until their was nothing but ash left in its wake.

Morgan placed them both back on the rooftop. Once Rose felt the ground underneath her, she leaned heavily on the nearest railing, trying to slow down her racing heart.

"Holy shit..." Rose turned around to look at Morgan in all of her divine glory. "How did you do that- Morgan? Hey are you okay?" Rose quickly reached out before the blonde faceplanted onto the ground. Rose shook her but Morgan was unconscious. Wings slowly withdrew back into the blonde's body, the wounds they caused closed shut, leaving only a thin scar.

"Reever to Matriarch. Do you read me?"

"Read you loud and clear, Reever."

"I need an extraction meet me down at the docks. Ill send you the coordinates." Rose marked, as she held onto the blonde, rearranging her so Rose can safely lift her onto a fireman hold.

"ETA 30 minutes."

[bibaybe]

thunder

The thunder rings through her head, slamming into her brain. Sun-hi clenches her teeth together, pushing back a pained whimper. Hands pressed to her ears, she presses her forehead to the wall, pushing until the pain makes her want to cry out again. Everything is just so much - the rain slamming into the ground, the rumble in the sky as another clap of thunder begins to prepare to scream through the air. It’s worse than the time she went to a BTS concert and everyone was screaming so loud she could barely hear herself think.

Another clap of thunder rips through the air. A choked cry forces its way from her lips as the sound slams into her head, curls her into a ball as she digs her fingernails into her skin to give her something else to focus on. “Help,” she mumbles, desperate for someone to - god, she doesn’t even know what she wants. All she knows is that she’s cold and miserable and wants to crack her head open and dig around her brain until she can wrench the broken pieces out.

Hands wrap around her wrists, warm against her freezing skin. She wrenches her eyes open, widening at the sight of Wu-jin crouching in front of her. He pulls gently on her wrists, eyebrows furrowed. Panic wrenches through her at the idea of moving her hands for even a second, letting the rain be amplified. She shakes her head, wincing at the stab of pain in her temple at the movement. 

He purses his lips, studying her intently before pulling back. In an instant the warmth is gone and she squeezes her eyes shut, trying to ignore the longing to have him grab her again, give her even just the slightest of warmth. And then he taps her wrist and she opens her eyes to see him holding up to sodden, white balls of fabric. Sun-hi scans him before catching on the hem of his dress shirt, a strip ripped off the bottom. He mimes putting them in his ears before holding them back out to her, watching her earnestly. This time when he gently wraps his hand around her wrist, she allows him to pull her hand away, choking back a sob as the rain amplifies before softening as he shoves the plug in her ear. He’s quicker the second time, barely giving her time to whimper before it quiets even more. Her head still hurts, but it's tolerable now, doesn’t make her want to slam her head against the concrete anymore.

They stare at each other for a long moment. Why’s Wu-jin being so nice to her? Just an hour ago they were screaming at each other - how can he still look so worried for her? How can he move past it so easily? “I’m sorry,” she whispers,  flinching at how loud it still sounds to her.

He frowns at the movement, eyebrows knitting together. He mouths something she can’t understand. She shakes her head, tries to convey her uncertainty the best she can without saying anything. Wu-jin purses his lips, moves his hand toward her before stopping, glancing from her to her hand and back before slowly taking it in his own. She stills at the movement, staring at his hand as he traces I’m sorry against her palm. His fingers move gently against her skin, warming her hand where he holds it.

Stopping, he looks up at her, flashing a half-smile. Sun-hi smiles back before shivering violently as a gust of wind sweeps the rooftop. His smile falls instantly as he watches her, eyebrows furrowed. After a moment, he takes his hands back, giving her just enough time to miss them before grabbing the hem of his sweater, yanking it off his body and holding it out to her.

Oh god, he’s giving her his sweater? Something warm settles in the pit of her stomach as she shakes her head, tries to push it back to him, but he just shoves it back at her insistently. Sun-hi hesitates, eyeing the sweater for a long moment. Something about this feels different, strange - Wu-jin isn’t usually like this. Why is he doing this? Why would he give her his sweater?

He shoves it at her again before finally dropping it in her lap, crossing his arms insistently as if to show he won’t take it back. The corner of her lips quirk up at the action. Finally she gives in, pulling the sodden sweater over top her own. Normally she’d be swimming in it, that she’s certain, but the fabric sticks to her like a second skin now. It doesn’t really help, given it’s soaking wet, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

And then she can hear it, the quiet rumble in the sky as thunder begins and she slams her hands over her ears again, staring up at the sky and cursing this stupid fucking storm for having to appear. Hands over her own, dampening the sound even more as they press to her head. She meets his eyes as the thunder rumbles through her layers of protection. For the first time, it doesn’t feel like she’s being stabbed with an ice pick.

Thank you, she mouths and he just grins at her and the warmth in her stomach twists, roiling around until she smiles back.

taglist: @arrthurpendragon @foxesandmagic @veetlegeuse

[baomien]

bao if u drew jason todd I would lose my mind

consider your mind LOST

[serzhantkris]

Hands All Over- XII

Summary: Zhi Zi Zhi Shou, Yu Zi Xie Lao: To hold hands and grow old together.Thirteen times Matt Murdock touched your hand- and the one time he didn’t couldn’t. A drabble series.

Matt Murdock x Reader

For @howlingbarnes birthday challenge “Languages of Love”

AN: holy shit, I started this sooo long ago and just... Have not gotten around to it, I guess? Anyway I'm pretty sure this is the cutest shit I have ever written, so have this.

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It’s late. Later than he usually goes out, but still early enough. The moon is still a wide, silver spectre in the sky, looming over Hell’s Kitchen like a watchful eye. He can’t see it, of course, but the moonlight isn’t all that different from the sun- it was softer, sure, but he could still feel warmth when he was standing high on the rooftops under its glow.

From here, at the kitchen island where he stood with one hand wrapped around a sweating glass- it was hot, so hot tonight, the black fabric was already clinging to his skin with a fine layer of sweat and he hadn’t even opened the window yet- he could hear the muffled sounds of New York, waiting for him to open his senses. Waiting for the Devil to perch himself up high, where he could feel the moonlight and the hot summer breeze.

The floorboards creaked like violin strings as he moved to the sink, turning the water on low to rinse out his glass. He left it there, shutting off the faucet and moving toward the steps, drying his hands on his pants as he stalked toward it. The stairs gave under his weight, each letting out a sleepy groan as he moved toward the roof access, and the door opened with light protest. Funny, how things like that were always louder when you were trying to be quiet.

Matt paused to listen as the sounds of the city met his ears more directly, not entirely sure why he’d stopped moving. Cars, their exhausts spurting, tires screeching, horns blaring, stereos thumping; voices shouting, some slurred, some filled with boisterous laughter, and some- some laced with malicious intent. Screams echoed from far away, and somewhere, a gun fired.

“Daddy?”

His whole body froze, the muscles in his arms clenching, knuckles turning white. He didn’t move, even the air in his lungs became stagnant. He’d been so focused, so fixated on where he needed to go, that he’d stopped paying attention to where he was. Swallowing thickly, his tongue caught a bead of sweat on his lip and he let the door fall shut. His fingers flexed as he reached up and swiftly ripped the mask off his face, balling it up in a fist as he turned toward the living room.

Soft, wobbling steps moved toward him. She was rubbing her eyes, one small fist pushing hard against her copper eyes as she yawned. The shirt she wore- an old one of her brother’s, too big for her- danced around her knees.

The flashing red and blue lights in the window rubbed out the tension in Matt’s shoulders, but his chest was still tight as he moved carefully back down the stairs. It was too dark for her to see him very well, thankfully, and through the sleep in her eyes, she might have been dreaming.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he mumbled, flicking the mask aside as he neared. She didn’t see it land on the steps behind him, her bleary eyes following her father’s face as he knelt in front of her.

“Hey,” he repeated, reaching up to smooth the hair back from her face. It was a tangled mess, and damp with sweat, but soft under his fingers as he tenderly cupped the back of her head. “It’s late, Maggie.”

“I know,” she said, her voice matching the whisper of Matt’s. Her hands curled around a teddy bear, holding it close to her chest. “Daddy, where are you going?”

The air caught in his chest. “Daddy has to go out,” he said, letting the half-truth out through his nose. “But I’ll be back when you wake up tomorrow.”

“I can’t sleep,” Maggie frowned, tilting her head down toward the floor. Matt adjusted his feet more comfortably, tilting his head. Her little heart was beating, slightly fast. His stomach sank, shoulders sagging. She was afraid.

“Did you have a bad dream?”

She paused, and Matt’s hand fell away from the back of her neck. He reached out with both hands, pulling her small body toward him. She stepped into him, gripping the bear with one hand as the other wrapped around his neck. Her cheek pressed against his collar bone, and he lifted her up in his arms and carried her, carefully, back to the bedroom. He found himself glad he didn’t need to turn on the light as he stepped over the pile of toys and dolls and stuffed animals between the door and the bed, and carefully lowered himself onto the mattress. He kept an arm around Maggie and pushed back the covers behind him.

“You want to tell me about it?”

Maggie shook her head, and made no move to get into the bed. Instead, she kept her head against her father’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as he held her in his lap.

“Daddy?”

A low hum rumbled in his chest in response, and Maggie reached up to pinch the black shirt Matt was wearing between her tiny fingers. “Are you a superhero?”

Matt Murdock was used to taking a beating. He had been kicked and punched and stabbed and shot and beaten in the chest a hundred, a thousand, times. He had been thrown against buildings and falled from high places, had the wind knocked out of him by fists and crowbars and baseball bats; but he was not expecting the air to get knocked out of him by a six year old girl. His six year old girl.

Her eyes were moons as she looked up at him, the glow of a neon sign outside her window refracting in her kaleidoscope eyes as she searched his face for answers. He turned his head toward her, listening to the steady, unafraid rhythm of her heart. Whatever her nightmare had been, it had been snuffed out now, and all she felt was curiosity.

“No,” Matt finally said, lips twitching into a smile. Beyond Maggie’s door, he heard the floorboards creak. A familiar heartbeat, the smell of vanilla and honey, a sleepy sigh. “Sorry, Maggie. I’m just your daddy.”

Maggie’s turn to sigh, as she finally relented and crawled out of his lap. “Okay,” she said, disappointed. Matt’s smirk turned into a grin as she shoved her feet under the covers and pulled them up to her chin. He handed her the teddy bear, and leaned down to press his lips to her forehead. “You’d tell me if you were?”

“Absolutely,” Matt says, tucking the blanket around her elbows and shoulders. “You’d be my sidekick.”

“Daddy?”

“Yes, Maggie?” Matt trailed the tip of his index finger down the center of Maggie’s forehead, along the bridge of her nose, and stopped at the tip. Maggie giggled, and reached up to run her finger down Matt’s forehead and nose.

“I love you,” she whispered, like it was a secret, part of their bedtime ritual. Matt stood up and her hand dropped away.

“Love you, Magpie.”

She was on the couch when the bedroom door closed behind him. He’d known she was waiting, her legs tucked under her and a blanket over her shoulders. The smell of honey was strong as he sighed, smiling sadly in her direction. She had the teacup raised to her lips and smiled at him over it.

“Always knew the devil had a soft spot,” she teased, putting the mug on the coffee table between them.

“He has three,” he corrected, scratching at the back of his neck. “I’m already late.”

“I know,” she stood up, rounding the table towards him, raising a hand. The mask dangled from her fingertips and he chuckled quietly. “Better get going, superhero.”

Matt wrapped his hand around hers, holding it for a moment before he took the mask in his hands. “Not a hero,” he said, adjusting it to cover his eyes. A soft sigh passed her lips, and she rested her hands on his shoulders. “Just a man.”

“A good man. And you’re Maggie’s hero. Jackson’s too,” she corrected. He could feel her looking into his eyes, the warmth radiating from her as she stepped in close. She stood on her toes, pressing her lips to his. Even as she spoke into his mouth, he could taste the truth of her words. “And especially mine.”

Matt’s hands found her waist and held her close, breathing her in as she kissed him, there, in the darkness just outside their daughter’s door. When he finally pulled away, her forehead pressed against his, and he allowed his senses to stop reaching, stretching, clawing at the world outside the rooftop door and the windows. He felt the moon, the beams of light falling on his face and hers, and he listened to her heart beating and the soft snores coming from both children, and let himself be Matt Murdock, hero of Maggie Murdock and Jackson Murdock and Y/N Murdock for just a moment longer.

[spenciegoob]

Triple Edged Sword Part 1

A/N: Hi ! This is going to be a 3 part mini series and oml I AM SO EXCITED. I haven’t written for 6 years so the updates are most definitely going to be generously spaced out. Anyways let’s get into it.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut.. so smutty, and a dash of fluff

Content Warning: sub!spencer, domfem!reader masturbation (female), penetrative sex, hand job, scratching, hair pulling, slapping

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

Word Count: 3.3k

Part Two | Part Three

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When Spencer Reid looked at her, his eyes were so kind and filled with so much love for someone that had so much pain behind them. He never thought it was possible to love someone as much as he loved her. His puppy dog eyes served as a reminder to both of them of just how innocent the doctor was.

Spencer hated it. Being the brunt of Derek’s virgin jokes made him want to scream from the rooftops, or a little more civilized, tell him he had a girlfriend.

His girlfriend, however, she loved his curious eyes. The way his pupils would dilate when he looked at every inch of her or his eyes would almost double in size whenever she stripped in front of him. 

It was absolutely infatuating. 

Every time Spencer looked at her, it was like the first time. He couldn’t get enough, and through time he found something else he loved about her body each time he saw it.

He had his doubts for sure, his insecurities sneaking up on him late in the night after she leaves his arms and goes home, but as time progressed, his doubts faded into nothing more than a distant memory when it came to her.

She held the world in her hands, but instead of being selfish and keeping it all for herself, she shared it with him.

Like right now, as she pushed him back until his knees hit the bed and he fell onto the soft cushion with a slight bounce. Already, Spencer was growing hard with anticipation.

“You’ve been a very bad boy today, Spencer.” Even as she scolded him (in the hottest way, may Spencer add), he still looked up at her with the adoration that made it almost impossible to punish him.

Almost impossible.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Please.” What Spencer was pleading for? Not even he knew, but his right hand going to touch her waist gave both of them some idea.

The involuntary act was just as quickly shut down as it started as she backed away and tutted at him.

“Ah, ah, ah Spencer, that is not how we ask for things.” The faux disappointment on her face only made the pleading look on his deepen.

“I’m sorry, miss, it won’t happen again.”

His apology and admission got him the pleasure of her stepping between his parting legs. Spencer didn’t even realize he was doing it. It was as if his body knew how to react to her trance faster than his brain could process. 

She softly grasped his jaw, tilting his head back so he had no choice but to make eye contact with her intimidating stare. A soft whimper escaped his lips at even the smallest physical contact. Her touch was electrifying, and he simply couldn’t get enough.

“What am I going to do with you?” Her hand slowly left his jaw, meeting the other one at the top button on his work shirt. Her gaze still bore into him as her fingers worked swiftly to remove his shirt.

That’s what it was about her that intrigued him beyond belief. Every move she made was calculated, meticulous in and out of the bedroom. Maybe that was his reason for looking at her with so much infatuation. 

Once Spencer’s shirt was completely unbuttoned, she gave him a form of release when she broke eye contact to stare at his now bare chest. Her eyes scanned every inch of exposed skin.

She loved his body. His frame a sculpture that would put famed artists to shame. Her favorite part, however, was when she dragged her fingernails down his torso.

Starting at his jugular, she lightly scratched all the way down to the waistband of his slacks that were becoming tighter right before her eyes. 

She couldn’t focus on that, however. Her focus was on the small red lines that she left in her wake as she softly clawed at his chest. Spencer marked so easy that she couldn’t stop herself from giving him a new one every chance she got.

She didn't need Spencer’s eidetic memory to know what the scene in front of her looked like. His muscles tense under her nails, a new one each time she inched further down. If she closed her eyes, the feeling could serve as her sight like their own special brail.

But she couldn’t close her eyes, not when she got to stare at those lines.

When she finally reached the end of her journey, she pulled her hand away causing Spencer to let out a whiny moan. The sound was music to her ears, and it almost made her give into him right then and there.

Almost made her give in.

“Not yet, baby boy. You haven’t even gotten your punishment for tonight.” This made Spencer let out another hushed whimper. 

“Please Y/N, I need you.” Again, Spencer reached his hand to her waist, but this time, he made contact.

He expected her to grab his jaw like last time, or even pull away from his grasp, but to his surprise, she did neither.

It wasn’t until Spencer opened his hooded eyes completely to look at her face did she move.

No, not move; pounce.

The second his eyes met hers, she forcefully gripped the hair on the back of his head and yanked back hard.

The sudden contact caused Spencer’s eyes to roll back, and a pathetic moan to leave his mouth that was permanently wide open.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” She asked through gritted teeth. Even she surprised herself at the sudden dominance, but with Spencer in front of her with barely open eyes and an eager mouth, god did she love it. And apparently so did he, but at the same time, only one thought clouded his mind.

He was fucked. So utterly fucked.

“I-.. I-” At his stuttering, she quickly released his hair with the softest push, only to bring that same palm to the side of his face.

The loud SMACK! replayed over and over in his head as his hips bucked up involuntary. 

Oh.

He liked this more than she thought. Sure, they’ve been a little rough in bed before, their roles always the same. She was there to be pleased, and Spencer was there to please, but she didn’t know how far that line went. 

Spencer on the other hand was turned on more than he had ever been. His cock so painfully hard under the constrictions of his work slacks that if he didn’t get some relief soon, he may burst into tears.

Spencer was still facing the left, his eyes closed and trying to control his heavy breathing. That didn’t pass in her book.

She grabbed his jaw again, this time with much more force, and brought their faces inches apart. 

“I want you on your knees at the foot of the bed. Do not take your eyes off the wall in front of you, and don’t even think about touching yourself. Sit on your god damn hands if you have to. Do you understand me?” Her words came out so smooth, the calm before the storm.

Spencer nodded his head in response, but when the grip on his jaw tightened, he squeaked out “Yes ma’am.”

She released him, and immediately Spencer was on the move, crawling to where he was instructed to go. She watched closely, making sure he followed her directions to a T.

As his eyes settled on the wall the headboard rested against, she smiled and called out.

“Good boy.” The name made Spencer’s heart flutter and his cock twitch. Now with nothing more to focus on than the wall in front of him did he start to really feel the effects of his neediness. 

Whatever she did next would be the death of him.

And boy, was he right!

Out of his peripherals, Spencer could see her start to undress herself. Her eyes only left his for a second to pull her shirt over her head, but Spencer didn’t dare use that split second to take a peak. He was already in enough pain shit to last him a lifetime. 

But then she turned around, and he can barely hear the sound of her jeans being unzipped over the blood rushing through his ears. 

‘Oh god, Spencer. Whatever you do, do not look,’ he thought to himself, and continuously repeated as she pulled her jeans down slowly. Bending down all the way, her ass on full display, Spencer could see that she was wearing her dark purple lacy thong.

His favorite.

She wasn’t even facing him. How could she possibly tell if he snuck a glance in her direction. It would be over in a second, like ripping off a band-aid, like pulling the trig-

‘No, she’ll know don’t do it.” Spencer’s thoughts were correct. If he were to look, she would turn around to find him blushing a deep shade of red that spread from his neck to his cheeks, and his eyes fully blown. So, with all of his strength and by the force of God, he kept his eyes firmly on the wall. It never looked so dull until right now.

As she slowly came back to a standing position, she turned over her shoulder to see Spencer demonstrating the most self control she’s ever seen. A proud smirk spread across her face, and she finally stalked her way over to the bed slowly.

Spencer felt his palms start to get sweaty from nerves, excitement, arousal and desperation as her body came closer to his direct line of sight. His breathing had become heavy again, and his cock twitched painfully.

When Spencer had his gun drawn on unsubs, he got tunnel vision, but right now when he needed it, that ability seemed to disappear into thin air.

What a cruel magic trick.

Once she was settled with her back resting against the headboard did she speak.

“You can look now, baby boy.” The sight in front of him almost made him come undone right then and there.

Almost made him.

She was sitting up, her arms on either side of her body, her knees were bent, and her legs were wide open. Spencer could see the wet patch from her gathering arousal on her panties, and involuntarily licked his lips.

“Your punishment is the following,” she started as she slowly hooked her fingers under the waistband of her panties. Lifting her hips to start to shimmy them down her legs, she continued, “You’re going to sit there real pretty for me, and you’re going to watch me pleasure myself. You’re not going to look away, close your eyes and most definitely you are not going to touch yourself. Am I making myself clear?”

He was not going to make that mistake again, so instead of nodding he immediately replied with, “Yes ma’am.”

She balled her discarded panties in her hand, and sat up from the incriminating position. As she shimmied her way over to Spencer on her knees, he gulped in anticipation.

“Open up, baby boy.” If she called him that, he would do anything she ever asked him to. 

Spencer opened his mouth and slightly stuck his tongue out with a small idea of what was going to come next.

Even with the knowledge of her next move, when the lace of her panties hit his tongue, he couldn’t stop the groan that left him at the contact.

“Don’t wanna hear from you no matter how pretty those sounds are,” she seduced as she stroked his cheek.

Once he was now settled with the makeshift gag and clouded mind, she returned to her compromising position, her pussy on full display for Spencer’s ogling.

She started by softly grasping one of her breasts over the thin lace bra. Her head rolled back at the new sensation, a breathy sigh leaving her parted lips. She kneaded the flesh before added her other hand, squeezing both before pushing them together.

Spencer could only watch in awe as she played with herself the way he wish he could right now. The small whimpers leaving his body were muffled thanks to the gag, and she couldn’t hear them over her own heavy breathing.

When she reached her hands behind her back, and unclasped the bra, Spencer had to forcefully sit on his hands to stop himself from touching either one of them.

She was a goddess on full display, her body had to have been sculpted by the Gods above because no one had the right to be so perfect.

Nobody but her.

The same way she had done to Spencer in what felt like centuries ago, she ran her nails down her torso, only this time she didn’t stop. Her fingers slowly met her aching core, and a moan slipped from her lips at the contact.

She kept her touch featherlight, just enough to gather her arousal on her fingertips. She brought her hand back up to her clit and added more pressure as she circled it slowly.

The soft moans leaving her body were enough for Spencer, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the sight in front of him even if he was allowed to. Her pussy was glistening under the soft light from the bedside lamp, her hair was messily sprawled out around her like a halo, and her body had started to get a light sheen of sweat. 

After another minute of teasing her clit, she finally stuck two fingers in her core, her back arching off the bed and letting out the loudest, filthiest moan yet as she did.

“Fuck, baby. It feels so good.” She looked to Spencer to gage his reaction, and found him bright red and hyper focused on where her fingers met her pussy.

Satisfied, she started to slowly pump her fingers in and out of her, curling them to hit her sweet spot each time. Her stomach started to tighten, her impending orgasm arriving faster than usual.

Spencer was a whiny, horny mess on the other side of the bed. He was so painfully hard, and he was sure if he looked, there would be a spot on his boxers from his pre-cum.

Her fingers starting to pump faster, and her other hand gave her breast one last squeeze before traveling down to meet her clit. She rubbed harsh circles in time with her fingers and threw her head back in pleasure as she did so.

“Oh god, I’m gonna- fuck I’m gonna come,” she breathily called out. Her moans getting louder by the second, the coil in her stomach finally snapped.

“Spencer! Oh god!” She screamed as her back arched off the bed, and she came around her fingers. Her finger rubbing circles on her clit started to slow down as her loud moaning turned to heavy breathing.

Spencer’s eyes were almost black as he stared down at her. When she came undone, it was the most beautiful thing in the world to him.

Once her muscles stopped spasming, she relaxed her body and finally looked back at Spencer.

“You did so well, baby boy.” The praise made Spencer’s knees even more weak. Slowly, she crawled her way over to him and removed the panties from his mouth. He tried his best to control his breathing, but each exhale came out jagged and broken.

“Can I touch you now?” He asked timidly and this only made her smile.

“Yes, baby boy. You can to-” She didn’t get to finish her sentence because the second the word yes left her mouth, Spencer’s lips were on hers.

The kiss was sloppy and uncalculated, but there was so much passion and love behind every movement. When she grasped the waistband of his slacks and pulled his clothed body against her naked one, Spencer let out a gasp that allowed her to stick her tongue in his mouth. 

She explored every inch of his mouth with hers and he couldn’t get enough. The kiss was intoxicating, pulling him deeper into her trance.

When she pulled away, biting his bottom lip and pulling it back slightly with her, Spencer let out a whine.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she said as she pushed his unbuttoned shirt down his arms. Once that was off, she worked on his belt, pulling it out of the loops and throwing it to the floor impatiently.

Once his pants were unbuttoned, she wasted no time reaching in and grasping his cock.

Spencer let out a pornographic moan at the sensation, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.

“What do you want, baby boy,” she asked as she continued her ministrations, slowly pumping her hand up and down. Panting now, Spencer did his best to answer.

“Y-you.. Y/N. I want you,” Spencer whined as he started to pat her arm that was in his pants. He looked back down at her with so much desperation and lust, there was no almost this time.

She gave in.

“Only because you’ve been such a good boy for me.” The praise caused Spencer to whimper, and she finally pulled his trousers and boxers down. His cock sprang free, and hit his stomach proudly. The tip was beet red and pre-cum was slowly dripping down the side. It looked painfully delicious.

“Lay down on you back, baby.” Spencer did as told, his head hitting the pillows and he fisted the sheets.

She climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. When she grabbed the base of his cock, Spencer winced and his hands shot up to grasp her hips. She didn’t stop him this time. She ran his tip through her folds teasing him, the evidence of her previous orgasm spreading around it.

Slowly, she sank down, both of them throwing their heads back and moaning at the sensation. She didn’t stop until she was at the hilt, him fully sheathed in her. She took a minute to adjust before lifting her hips excruciatingly slow.

“You feel so fucking good, baby.” When all that was left was the tip inside her, she slammed her hips back down. Spencer groaned, his grip on her hips tightening. 

Her slow pace continued, teasing him just enough to get him to pat her hips again like he did earlier.

“Please Y/N, please faster.” How could she say no to that tone of voice?

She started to move her hips with feverish intent, both of their stomachs tightening as they slowly ran towards the edge together.

Spencer didn’t know where to look. He could watch the way his cock disappeared into her tight cunt, or the way her breasts bounced in his face in time with her hips, or her blissed out face, mouth wide open and eyes hooded.

All of it brought him closer and closer to the edge.

“F-fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna.. I’m gonna...”

“Me too, baby. Come for me.” With her permission, his hips thrust up to meet hers as he shoots his cum deep in her. The sensation was the final push, and she followed immediately after, milking him of everything he could give.

She collapsed on his sweaty chest, both of them heavy panting, but neither willing to move.

“I love you so much.” She said it so simply, but still it made Spencer’s heart flutter. They’ve said it so many times, but every time he still got giddy.

“I love you too,” he said and kissed the top of her head. They could’ve fallen asleep just like that, because it didn’t matter how sticky with sweat their body was, or the very compromising position they were still in.

They were in each other’s arms, and that was everything for both of them.

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[lrissa]

Save Humanity For me

summary: the expedition to take back wall Maria doesn’t go as Levi hoped when he saves his battered lover.

warnings: angst

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There you were, standing on Wall Maria as you stared off into the horizon. The sun was still coming up from its slumber as it spilled hues of orange and red over the sky. You stood beside Erwin, Levi, and Eren as the rest of the scouts clanked their blades against the stone to find our enemies. Thinking it was a waste of time you persisted on staying standing on the wall.

From the corner of your eye you saw Levi, his raven hair swayed in the morning gust of wind as he stood broadly, his shoulders rolled back into place as always.

You have known Levi for what felt like eternity, you both equaled each other in the perfect ways, you were the brains he was brawns despite him already being intelligent and witty. There even sparked a romance between you two that began when you both went together to take back Eren.

Turning your posture to face him, you raised you hand and set it on his forearm. His gaze flickered to you in an instant. As you were about to speak a loud shot rang through the air as red smoke flew through the sky. Right below you.

A gust of wind flew past you as the last thing you saw go down the wall was a dark green cape and raven hair. Unsheathing your own blades you took hastily step forward until Erwin put his arm out to stop you.

When you looked down you saw Reiner and a blade jammed through his neck, along with an angry Levi that stuck another blade through his chest. Your face contorted into one of disgust and shock.

You saw Levi retreat back to the wall as Reiner began to arch his back in the ground.

"Levi!" You yelled just as a large beam of yellow lightning crashed onto the ground and erupted snakes of yellow electricity and large gusts of wind.

There laid the armored titan, your eyes hyper fixed on the titan as Erwin began to spew orders at the scouts.

"Keep on the lookout! Locate his allies!"

Yellow beams of light and dirt shot up from the ground surrounding the outer village immediately. Breath hitched in your throat as you quickly realized you were trapped, by hundreds of titans and a monkey.

Levi swung up from the wall and landed neatly behind you, putting a protective hand on your back as he himself analyzed the danger we just got ourselves into.

Erwin stood dumbstruck as the scouts began to shout worries and yells for Erwins next plan. You and Levi stood quietly behind him as you felt Levi rubbing your back softly, a gesture he does often.

"Are you finally ready to say something. I could've had breakfast during the wait." Levi remarked with a monotonous voice.

Erwin turned around and began giving distinct orders. Levi and Hanji's squad were meant to be taking down Reiner.

"...Give your hearts!" Was the last thing you caught from his speech as everyone began to departure, Levi's hand leaving your back.

"Wait, Armin, Levi, Y/N" Erwin commanded as you halted in your steps, turning around.

"I did say Levi's squad but I need you and Y/N to stay."

"To protect the horses and not Eren?" Levi shot back

"Yes, and strike him down when the time comes." Erwin unsheathed his blade and pointed at the beast titan, shivers ran down your spine.

"Understood" Levi cooly spoke "Since I failed to kill that armored brat earlier."

"Y/N." Erwin stated as Levi was nearing the edge of the wall, curious as to where you were assigned to so if needed he could help aid you.

"Do not let a single titan near those horses." You nodded "Of course." Pulling the hood over your head you ran to the edge of the wall beside Levi and jumped off together.

Nearing the separation time you and Levi looked at one another, exchanging nods that held the words 'please, be safe'. Taking off in separate directions you flew forwards as Levi spun around on his ODM gear, spinning in the air as he unsheathed his blades to take down the titan below him.

Racing forwards you stared at the beast titan, it looked as if it was staring daggers at you. Shaking your head you gazed down and found a titan running.

Unsheathing your blades you stared down at the demon as you unleashed your ODM on it, the slight nick in its shoulder made it spin its head at you. It had huge blue eyes and a small frown on its features, if only you cared was all you could think when you diverged its hand and spun around it, spinning backwards to fixate yourself back on your target. Releasing your ODM on its nape as you readied to strike, tearing your blades through its nape and exiting hastily.

This carried on for only about 15 minutes until you landed on a rooftop, titan blood finding itself on your clothes and face, steam fluttering into the air.

Looking around the rooftops you spotted a certain raven haired man, a slight smile plastering on your features. You released an ODM and began to race towards him.

Until, bits of rock flew past your eyes. Time began to slow as you turned your head at the cause. The beast titan.

A rock nicked your arm as you let out grunt and shot your ODM behind a building, hiding in the small alley as blood cascaded down your arm.

"What the fuck.." you muttered

Seeing the rocks stopped you shot your ODM at the top of the building and flew up, as you soared above the buildings momentarily all you saw was red. Corpses were stuffed under rocks, faces half missing, blood and guts stained scout uniforms.

"Levi!" you yelled once you landed on a roof, noticing the beast titan reach for a new rock.

"Levi!" you yelled louder this time, just as you see a raven head fly past you. His eyes caught yours for a moment and they widened a fraction.

He was going straight for the titan, why is he going straight for it. These thoughts screamed at you in your mind as you shot to follow him.

When he heard the shot of ODM gear he never expected you to follow him, why would this brat girl follow him into a clear death zone.

The beast titan threw a new round of its rocks, you had still been mid air when he sent off this blow. Considering your chances of survival you shut your eyes, small tears had formed at the corners of your eyes. You released your ODM and tried your best to maneuver into a small ball.

As you awakened your new demise you couldn't help but hear screaming, screaming from the scouts who had lived up until now to die, everything they've done in their live to die in this moment. But one scream stood out, it wasn't screaming to scream but rather at someone. Ah, Levi, my new romance would have to come to an end. It's sad, being the last thing you hear are the curdled screams from your blossoming lover. Tears were streaming down your face now, it's time, isn't it.

Just as you predicted you felt a stone shard rip right through your uniform and flesh, lodging itself into your stomach region. This time you screamed.

You lost control of your ball formation and fell straight for the ground below you, turning in the air so your stomach laid up as you clutched it tightly, screams still emitting from your mouth.

The hard ground never met you, but instead arms, shaking arms.

"Brat... idiot.. why, Y/N" You groaned and lifted a hand off your stomach, clasping his white shirt with your bloody hands.

"Levi.." You eventually mustered as he found a safe spot, leaning you against the wall comfortably as he crouched down in front of you.

"Brat, what were you thinking." He almost yelled, but it never faltered your smile as you stared at him, taking in his features one last time for your keeping. He had tears cascading down his cheeks, dirt covering his face and his hair was disheveled.

You slowly raised your hand and planted it onto his wet cheek.

"Levi.. live.. for me" You gave him a smile, before wrenching over and coughing up blood, you furrowed your brows in pain and leaned back once more.

"No.. shut up, shut the fuck up brat" He cried out as he his went to his belt, you watched with sad eyes until you realized what he'd grabbed. The case.

You shook your head, it was the liquid to make you into a titan. "No-.. Levi." You said as clearly as you could, pushing the case back to his chest as he stared at you with a look of pain.

He even knew it was a waste of a liquid, but still, he would still do it if she had agreed. Levi placed the case onto the ground and brought his hand up to caress your face.

"I'm sorry...." He spoke with a cracked voice, his usual personality faltering as he stared into your eyes. He knew he would never get you back and it hurt him, bad.

"Save.. humanity.." you felt your grip on his cheek falling but Levi raised his hand and kept it there, he didn't want you to leave yet, not ever.

"I will." He nodded sadly as he watched the life leave your glistening eyes.

"I love you Y/N" He got out before tears fell freely and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him as he sobbed into your shoulder, gripping you tightly, just to feel the last of your living and breathing touch.

"I love you.... Levi." You said slowly, your last breath being his sweet name, it's all you could've hoped for as you finally left this hell.

Everything was still, Levi knew you were gone now, he knew he was holding the corpse of the woman he loved and entrusted with his life. But yet he couldn't let go as he continued to cry, his eyes were red with tears.

"I love you so much.." Was all he could whisper to himself before pulling away from the corpse, it's head falling limp once it left his shoulder.

He picked your body up gently, the tears were gone now. Leaving the small alley his heart clenched, surveying the broken town. He shot his ODM gear up to the wall were Levi assumed he'd find Erwin.

Reaching the top he stood staring at Erwin, the commander turned to look at Levi, his eyes widening when he found the body of Y/N.

No words were spoken between the two as Erwin looked up at Levi again to study his facial expressions, his eyes shadowed and his cold and stoic expression was back.

"Let's murder that fucking titan."

[honeytae]

“I want to spend forever being reckless like this with you.”

hi lovies! this is just about the reader and hobi dealing with the sadness that comes with the end of a little visit between tour dates...but of course hoseok (being the angel he is) wants to make their last day together a happy memory instead of a sad one. and yeah he’s just really sweet.... i really hope you all enjoy this little piece of fluffiness <3

tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy, @the1921-monsters genre: fluff

word count: 2.2k

Heaviness. That’s what you felt today.

Glancing out the hotel window, you sighed as you watched the cabs pass by on the street below you. Despite the desire to have one last good day here, you couldn’t help the reality setting in now that it was getting later in the day. You would be in one of those cars tomorrow. En route to the airport.

You awoke with a certain weariness this morning, knowing the dreaded end date of the visit you’d paid to your boyfriend was fast approaching. Hoseok sensed it, showing that he did without explicitly stating it as he ordered room service in an attempt to cheer you up with waffles and kisses.

But despite all his efforts, you couldn’t help but feel like you’d been punched in the gut, mind and body plagued by your inevitable and all too soon departure.

Your fingers pinched the fabric of the curtain as you listened to Hoseok enter the room behind you, flicking the bathroom light off before padding over to where you stood at the window, back to him as you stared down at the street below. 

“I know you’re sad.” He mumbled into the side of your head, you instinctively sinking back into his chest as his hands locked around your waist. 

“I’m okay-“

“You’re not, though.” He cut you off, “and that’s okay, I’m not either.” He added with a sigh, and despite you not being able to see the man, you could perfectly envision the pout on his lips as he spoke.

Wordlessly turning around in his hold, you instantly buried your face in his shirt, his hand coming up to stroke through the hair at the back of your head as he nuzzled his own face in your hair. 

The beginnings of your visits while Hoseok was on tour were always your favorite part. Finally reuniting, feeling like you have all the time in the world to catch up with each other because, hey, you’re finally together again. 

And then the middle of the trip comes, the ever-nearing end date forcing the mood to dampen just the slightest bit, the elated feeling of no upcoming departure fading with each night passing by into the next morning.

But the end; the end is the absolute worst. The only thing worse than the moment you have to walk out the door is the entire day before, the daunting idea of having to leave and be alone once again making the mood sad and gloomy as opposed to the ecstatic joy at the beginning.

And that’s exactly what had happened today, the big storm cloud of sadness hovering over the both of you as you pouted in your hotel room together. The other boys had kept their distance all morning, knowing how difficult it was for the both of you to depart each other and wanting to give you space and time to process. 

Your flight home was early tomorrow morning, and Hoseok had a concert in another country in three days. He’d be flying out not long after you, and you’d be thousands of miles apart from each other once again. 

“I love you so much.” He mumbled into your skin, squeezing you tighter to him as you said the words back to him.

“I didn’t want us to have any bad days on this trip.” You chuckled humorlessly, nuzzling further into the warmth Hoseok’s skin provided you with as he hummed in response. 

“Let’s not have a bad day, then.” He pulled back from you with a smile, causing you to raise your eyebrows at his proposition, taking your hand in his and squeezing it affectionately. 

“What do you mean?” You asked, letting your boyfriend lead you to the bed full of your folded clothes with the intention to pack most of them up only less than an hour ago. 

“I mean,” he started, leaning over to the open suitcase with a grin as he grabbed your bathing suit, “we’re going to have a good last day together, angel.”

Giggling as Hoseok ran with you down the hall of the top floor of the hotel, you tried your hardest to keep up with his pace, your fingers locked around each other making the action only slightly easier as the colors of the carpet swirled below you through the speed of your motions.

The rush in getting to the elevators was entirely encouraged by the fact that you two were less than decently dressed in your bathing suits, running past others’ rooms with your fingers metaphorically crossed that nobody would venture outside. 

Rounding the corner at the end of the corridor, Hoseok paused to give your legs a rest, finally safe from any prying eyes as you leaned side by side against the wall next to the elevators.

Haphazardly reaching over to the panel containing the up and down arrows, you tapped the top one indicating the roof, the button lighting up under your touch as the screen atop the doors let you know the elevator was on its way.

“Shit, we should’ve grabbed our robes.” You laughed breathlessly, Hoseok’s breathing similar to yours as he turned to you with a heart-shaped grin.

“Are you saying you’re not having fun?” He raised his eyebrows at you, you immediately smiling at his question.

You barely registered the dinging of the elevator doors as they slid open, instead glancing into the glittering brown orbs of your man as the corners of his eyes crinkled with the force of his smile. 

“Definitely not.” You smiled, exhaling your last sigh as your breathing evened out, your boyfriend leading you out the elevator doors with a swing of your entwined arms between your bodies. 

Miraculously, the rooftop pool was empty, providing you with some true quality time on your last beautiful summer morning together.

Finally reaching the door to the gate containing the pool, Hoseok held the key card in front of the the sensor, the lock immediately unlatching with a solid ‘click’ before he was pulling the door open for you.

“Fuck, we made it.” You exhaled, glancing behind you to make sure that nobody had in fact seen you, 

After setting your towels and sunscreen down on the chairs set out beside the pool, you sighed, glancing out over the skyline before trading your gaze to your boyfriend’s face, his hands landing on your hips as he pulled your body flush to his. 

“This is nice, right?” He smiled, you nodding with a content hum, admiring the man’s full cheeks from his smile.

“I think I’m going to miss this the most.” You commented, Hoseok’s eyes widening at the abrupt statement. His features softened at your words, fingers softly gliding against your hip in a reassuring gesture.

“What are you going to miss the most?” He asked, making you smile as you placed your hand on his chest. Your boyfriend obviously took it as a sweet gesture, a grin meeting his mouth as he raised his hand to support your jaw, you leaning into him with a sly smirk.

“This.” You whispered against his lips, applying pressure to his chest with your hand and affectively sending him backward into the pool water with flailing limbs. His scream ripped through the air, shortly followed by your laughter as he came back up to the surface with pure shock written on his face. 

Doubling over at the expression, you put your hands on your knees as you tried to regain composure at your extremely gullible boyfriend. Finally catching your breath, you pouted at the bewildered man, ignoring the increase in speed of your heart as he swept his hair back from his forehead. 

“W-what was that?” He sputtered, you shrugging as you sat down on the cement edge of the pool, nonchalantly dangling your legs into the cool water.

“I’m sorry Sunshine, you just make it so easy.” You chuckled, the man’s lips twisting into a frown as he swam over to you, kicking his legs behind him as he reached out for your ankles. 

“That wasn’t nice.” He tutted, glancing up at you with a bit of mirth in his eye, thumbs swiping over your ankles as you hummed carelessly in response.

“I apologize for letting temptation get the best of me.” 

You smiled as Hoseok scoffed at your smug words, the expression quickly dissolving as you yelped at your boyfriend suddenly tugging you by his grip on your lower legs into the water with him.

The water was cold, especially in comparison to the hot air outside with the sun baking down onto the rooftop of the hotel. You immediately understood why Hoseok had come up from the surface with that look on his face, coming up with a similar one of your own as you gasped at the temperature.

“Fuck, that’s cold.” You managed to get out, Hoseok humming cockily in response, nevertheless reaching out for you to hug your shivering body to his own’s accumulated warmth. 

“I apologize for letting temptation get the best of me.” He repeated your earlier words with a smirk, the expression dissolving into a widened smile as you whined in complaint.

“Fine, you got your payback.” You poked at the rounded apple of his cheek, melting into the man’s embrace as he giddily smiled at you.

Sighing contentedly as you looped your arms around his neck, you smoothed your fingertips over the hair behind his ear, Hoseok leaning in to place his forehead on yours. The sheer intimacy of the moment had you melting internally, your heart more content than ever as you nuzzled the tip of your nose against his. 

“Now that we’ve gotten all that out of the way,” he raised his eyebrows in amusement, “isn’t this nice?”

“It is.” You murmured, smiling against his lips when he pressed the plush skin to yours. Placing your hand on the back of his head, you encouraged him to repeat the action, feeling his mouth spread into a smile as he cupped your jaw in his hand to guide you back into a kiss. 

“I want to spend forever being reckless like this with you.” You commented on your chaotic morning escapades, chuckles spilling out of his lips and vibrating yours with crinkled eyes. 

“Will do.” He nodded, the small words simple yet broad with the deeper meaning they held within them. His softened tone had your heart soaring in an instant, opting to glance over at the view to hide your blush from the man. You could see that his eyes remained on you throughout your diversion to the morning sky, heating your cheeks up more before you turned back to him with a small smile. 

“This is exactly what I envisioned our last day to be like.” You spoke softly, Hoseok shooting you a tight-lipped smile before sighing.

“This isn’t the last of our days together, baby.” He pointed out, giving an encouraging squeeze to your shoulder as he tipped his head at your morbid tone. 

“I know that,” you smiled. You did. “How much longer?” You asked, Hoseok flicking his eyes up in thought, immediately knowing what you were referencing.

“Forty-four days. Forty-three tomorrow.”

“So forty-three days without each other. We’ve done nearly fifty already.” 

You meant the statement as a positive thing, honestly. The frown twisting Hoseok’s lips was not your intention at all, your thumb soothing over the corner of his lip to soothe the expression away.

“I’ll try to get some time off, okay? I don’t want you to keep having to fly out like this and-”

Silencing the man’s worries with another kiss, swiping your thumb over the soft skin of his cheek as he let out a sigh against you.

“It’s fine, Sunshine. I’ll fly across the world if it means I get to spend a single day with you, alright? Don’t worry about that.” You hushed, the man raising his eyebrows at you knowingly, drawing a soft sigh from you.

“If I feel like I’m struggling then I won’t hesitate to tell you.” You said, Hoseok staring back into your eyes to try to read the emotions in them.

“You promise?” He breathed out, making you nod immediately as you caressed the hair at the nape of his neck.

“As long as you promise to keep me updated on your feelings as well.” You responded, the man nodding solemnly.

“I will.”

“I love you.” You reminded him, the man smiling a toothy grin at the words he’d never tire of hearing as he tucked needily grasped at your flesh.

“I love you more.” He grinned as you rolled your eyes, wiggling out of his hold as you braced yourself against the pool wall.

“Alright, superstar. First one to get to the other side buys the other dinner.” You challenged him, causing him to scoff but nevertheless get himself into position to launch across the pool.

“When have I ever let you buy me dinner?” He raised his eyebrows at you, you only waving him off as you lowered yourself into the water, beginning to pedal yourself across the expanse of the pool as he furrowed his brows after you.

“Hey, that’s cheating!”

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ MAYANS MC AND THE WET DREAM ❜

with the whole crew.

Request: none, just me writing different drabbles to give you a good night.

Warnings: this is pure smut and dirty language, and I'm not sorry.

Word count: about 3.5k

Aurora says: I don't know where it came from. This writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author

Masterlist.

✨  ANGEL REYES

“Hey! Hey! Mi dulce, wake up, wake up!”

Growling and trying to slap his hands, you finally wake up covered by sweat and your breath shaking. Sitting up on the bed, you let a sob escape from your lips, rubbing your face under his attentive and confused look.

“Are you okay…?”

“Fuck… I was having the best dream of my life…”

“Wait… Were you having a… dirty dream?” He frowns feeling his insecurities running through his body, with parted lips. “With who? It wasn't with me? I don't satisfy you enough? Are we gonna break? Oh, shit. I know I've been working too much this past we—”.

“Angel, calm down”. You can't help but chuckle when you find him hyperventilating about having an anxiety attack. “I was riding you on top of your bike”.

The oldest Reyes stares at you in silence for some seconds.

“Oh…” He just says, before getting up from your bed to pull you up grabbing your wrist.

“Angel, wha—”.

“Shit, I'm gonna fuck you so hard on top of it, that tomorrow I'm gonna have to change the shock absorbers”.

The last thing you could imagine, when you woke up this morning, was ending the day making real that sexual fantasy.

“Fuck… ride my cock, mi dulce”. The man gasps, with his hands nailed on your hips, bouncing on top of him without caring about losing the balance. “Shit, mami… You're so fucking wet only for me. You drive me fucking insane”.

“Angel… make me cum just like… you did in my dream”. You beg him almost touching his lips.

“Fuck, yes, baby”. He just says, moving one of his hands to stroke your needed clit with his thumb, with his eyes fixed on yours. “Do you like it, ah?”

“Yes, baby… Yes… Just like that”. You're try to contain your loud moans, stuck in your throat, hoping that no one finds you fucking in the middle of the street and on top of his Harley. “Fuck… I love your cock… I fucking swear it, baby”.

✨  CHE “TAZA” ROMERO

“Buenos días, mi amor”. You say coming into the kitchen, stretching your arms to the rooftop, before leaning to kiss his cheek and hug him for a second.

Wrinkling your nose somewhat confused, watching your husband looking at you with a naughty smile, you pour some coffee in a mug. Resting your back against the counter, you narrow your eyes in front of him trying to figure out what it's going on inside his head.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Did you have a good night?”

“Yes…” You reply, having a sip.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes”. You answer by inertia.

“Did I do it right?” 

“Yes”. You actually don't process the question, doing it when Taza spits his coffee all over the table. “Did you have a wet dream with me, mi amor?”

The man is drowning between laughs, cleaning his mouth with a napkin, before getting up from his chair.

“I bet you already know what happened last night”. 

“Nah, talk to me about it”. He says walking towards you, like a hungry wolf after finding his prey.

“And, why don't I show you?” You ask, putting away the mug, to support your palms on the counter to sit on it.

Taking off your shirt and pulling down your panties by your thighs, you let both pieces of clothing fall to the floor. His eyes are burning in lust, kneeling and knowing exactly what you want. Placing your legs over his shoulders, the man tours your wet lips with the tip of his tongue, thrusting two fingers inside you. Your right hand goes instinctively to his head, when his mouth begins to devour your pussy really hungry of it.

“Oh, fuck, Che…” You moan arching your back, pinching one of your nipples, feeling how delighted he's working you.

The apache knows exactly how you like it, speeding up the moves of his hand, and his lips sucking your clit before pulling it out softly among them.

✨  EZEKIEL “EZ” REYES

“Hm…” You gasp unconsciously under EZ grip, stirring softly.

You start to feel somewhat awake when you feel his sleepy kisses on your head, holding you close.

“A nightmare?”

“Yeah… you were ripping off my clothes”. You mutter rubbing your ass back against his crotch.

“Fuck, lemme be your Freddy Krueger, baby”. 

Chuckling and yawning, Ezekiel pulls down his boxers enough to free his semi-hard dick, touring your thighs under the shirt to take off your panties. You're already wet because of him, tucking himself inside you slowly, moaning right into your ear while curling one of your legs to have more space. You can feel how his cock grows inside you, clenching your tightness so pleasantly that makes you moan loud with every pound to your limits.

“Harder, baby…” You beg almost with a sob, tangling your fingers around his forehands, to push him closer.

“I'm gonna make you scream, mi reina”. He replies, hitting you deeper, right to your g-spot. “Shit… look how good your pussy takes me, baby… always so fucking needed and ready for my cock”.

“Fuck… Choke me, daddy”. You groan almost crying.

His right hand grabs your throat, with his digits squeezing your skin, while his lower abdomen collides wildly against your ass, uttering a dry and dirty sound that floods your room.

“My fucking god, Ezekiel!” You scream out closing your eyes, when his other hands goes down to your clit, caressing it with the same fast.

“That's it, baby… Scream for daddy”.

✨  GILBERTO “GILLY” LOPEZ

“Shit!”

You wake up suddenly on the copilot seat, with your breath shaked, having to pull down the window looking for some fresh air. Your heart is racing, hoping you didn't make a single sound, drowning in shame. Gilly breaks into laughs, stopping the car by a side of the desert road, feeling your face burning. You don't want to look at him, hearing his seat belt being undone before yours. With two fingers on your chin, he urges you to turn around, crashing your lips with his chuckling.

“About what you were dreaming, mami?”

“Hm… nothing…”

“Really? You looked like… you were enjoying it”.

“Maybe… I was dreaming… with you”.

“Yeah, I know it…”

One of his hands travels the fabric of your jeans, reaching your core to press it, moving his fingers over it to feel the heat that emanates from your pussy.

“Sucking your dick”. You heavily gulp, watching him laughing softly.

“Why don't you… make your dream come true, ah?”

The man puts apart his hand to unzip his jeans, biting your lips and licking them, before leaning down to taste the reddened glans with a huge hand getting tangled on your hair. You were desiring it, swallowing his hard cock until it presses your throat.

“Fuck, mami… Hold it there”. Gilly growls closing his eyes, pawing your body and sliding a hand under your jeans by your ass. “I love your mouth… it's fucking warm, mami”.

A slight gag appears, moaning against his erection when you feel two of his big fingers pounding you hard with just one move, digging your narrow and wetted walls without nonstop. Your saliva wraps all his extension, moving your head from top to bottom, with his hips slightly lifting up over the seat to fully fill your cavity every time your nose reaches his pelvis.

“That's it... Suck it all, cariño… Fuck… No one can suck my fucking cock like you do”.

✨  HANK “TRANQ” LOZA

When your husband is aware that you're comfy and he can fall asleep, he does. He does it hard. There's nothing that could wake him up, before it's time to. So when you wake up barely breathing and feeling a horrible heat, you just check that he continues deeping in his rest. Getting up in complete silence and using your shirt to clean the sweat on your neck, you walk towards the bathroom, to get undressed and open the shower faucet, letting the water run a little. But when you're about to come in, two strong arms wrap your waist and a pair of lips kiss your neck.

“I was going to do like nothing happened, but hear you moan my name dreaming, has been one of the best things in my life”. His hoarse and firm voice makes you close your eyes, feeling one of his hands tour down your abdomen.

So slowly, Tranq slides one finger inside you, spreading your legs for him.

“Shit, mi vida… I did this?”

You just nod, biting your bottom lip feeling every thrust deeper than the last one, and his hard dick rubbing your ass. Turning around under his grip, your husband nails his long digit pushing your limits, provoking that you have to lean over your tiptoes with a loud moan rumbling through the bathroom. With his free hand, Tranq pulls down his boxers before raising you up, urging you to surround his body with your legs. And without expecting, your husband impales you against the marble wall.

“Fuck, daddy!” You howl with all your naturalness, don't giving you any time to get used to his size.

His huge, too huge, filling your pussy and forcing it to take every inch of his hard dick. And it's delicious the way he has to hit your g-spot with every push to your body, crashing his pelvis against your lips once and again. His tongue finding yours in a dirty pulse, with your nails running through his back too desperate.

“Shit, mi vida… You feel fucking good… fucking tight…” He gasps right in your lips, keeping your gaze with his. “Do you like it, ah? Do you like how your papi fucks you this hard, baby girl?”

“Fuck, yes… You fucking kill me, papi”. You sob nodding, slapping your ass with one hand, stirring of pleasure under his touch. “Oh, fuck, daddy… I love your cock…”

“Of course you do, babygirl… It's all yours”.

✨  JOHNNY “COCO” CRUZ

“Open your legs, mami”.

As if it was part of your dream, you obey without complaining, letting him some space between them. Coco digs his cock so hard inside your soaked pussy, that he wakes you up screaming his full name.

“That's it, mami, take it all like you were dreaming”.

“Shit, cariño”. You cry out, surrounding his waist with both legs while your boyfriend nails himself a little bit furious and jealous, even if he knows that you were having a dirty dream with him.

“I'm gonna fuck you so hard, that you're gonna ask me to stop”.

No, you will not. You love the wet sound his thickness produces every time he crashes your limits, hitting them with rage. You're touching the sky every time he takes some impulse before lashing out your pussy, with his hands nailed on your hips.

“Is this better than your dream, ah? Tell me, mami”.

“Fuck… Fuck, Coco… Don't stop, please…”

“Oh, no, mami… You're not gonna walk tomorrow… You're gonna be cumming the whole fucking night, I swear it por la Virgen”.

✨  MICHAEL “RIZ” ARIZA

“Mi amor, wake up! It's just a bad dream!”

Your husband shakes you until he hears you moaning his name, an instant before opening your eyes. The mexican breaks into laughs, while you try to be aware of what happened and where you are. Hitting his chest with the palm of your hand, you lie down over the bed, sinking your face on the pillow to yell some spanish curses.

“Look at you, mi amor… Having dirty fantasies, ah?” He teases you.

“Puto pendejo”.

“You know that if you want it, you just have to ask for it”.

Frowning at the man, you snort heavily, before uttering a whisper.

“FuckmeRiz”.

“What? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you, mi amor”. He chuckles, placing a hand in his right ear whilst leaning down.

“Ay, ya, Riz… Sí me oíste”. (You heard me). Pouting at him, your husband breaks in laughs again.

“Take off your clothes, all in four”. He just says, biting one of your lobes, with his voice getting darker.

And you do. Of course you do. There's nothing that you like the most to obey him in the intimacy of your room. The pieces of clothes fall above the floor, somewhere, you don't care, actually. Kneeling on the mattress, you bow down your chest until supporting onto it and spreading your legs to give him a perfect view of your shiny pussy, because of how wet you are.

Riz doesn't doubt, stroking himself and placing the tip of his dick among your folds. You're anxious. Desperate. Needed. And he likes to play with your mind too much. So when he's sure you're not expecting it, about to beg him, your husband sinks his cock into you using all his force. He's able to fill you up, pressing his lower abdomen against you and holding it for some seconds. You can't barely breathe, all that you can do is sob his name.

His fast lungs are pleasing you more than you could ask for, more than in your dream having you in the same position. Your favorite one.

“Shit… C'mon… I know you can… fuck me harder, Riz”.

These words are enough to piss him off, tangling a hand in your hair to pull it until your back meets his chest.

“I thought you… were sleepy yet, princesa”. He gasps into your ear, bringing his lips to your shoulder, biting it.

Of course he can fucks you harder, and he does. He hits your body, making you collapse, grabbing your throat with a hand to twist your neck some inches, so he catches your lips with this.

✨  NERON “CREEPER” VARGAS

Creeper is looking at you, trying to look focused about what you're telling him, after waking you up with the same feeling as if you had an orgasm. He's trying to not laugh, rubbing his chin, until you slap his head.

“Maybe I'm not pleased enough”.

“Yeah, but you were dreaming with me”.

“Hm… I didn't say that”. You tease him with pursed lips, sitting on the mattress with your legs crossed.

The look on his face changes more fast than you can assimilate.

“Isn't funny anymore, Neron?”

“Who was it?”

“What?”

“Who was fucking you? Who were you fucking?”

“Are you…? Babe, are you crying?”

“No”. He just says with a broken voice and his eyes getting reddened.

“BABE, I WAS JUST KIDDING”. Jumping onto him, you kiss his face all around. Every inch. Every part of it. “BABE, OF COURSE I WAS DREAMING WITH YOU. I FUCKING LOVE YOU. NO ONE COULD PLEASE ME MORE THAN YOU DO”.

“Yeah, sure”. He tries to free himself away from your arms, but you close them more.

“Shit, babe, you can't be this dumb…” 

“Go tell him to fuck you. Leave me… Leave me fuc—Stop moving against me like a bitch in heat”. 

“Your bitch in heat, mi flaquito”. You purr in his ear, before attacking his neck sucking it out and letting your tongue travel over his skin. “Lemme ride you, like I was doing in our dream, babe”.

Your boyfriend clicks his tongue, taking the advantage that you don't wear anything under his shirt, he pulls down his short sweatpants until his knees, to jerk himself off.

“Shit, mi Neron… I love your cock, I could be fucking you all the time, everywhere”. You mutter against his lips, caressing his nose with yours, using that honeyed voice that he likes so much.

“Beg for it, mi niña”. He grunts.

“I wanna feel you fucking me like only you can do, Neron. Filling me up with your cock, deep, rough, hard… Shit, babe, you don't know how much I need you all the fucking time”. You mumble swinging your hips looking for more friction. “You can't imagine how bad it's when you're outta home, and I have to touch myself… My wet pussy asking for you… for your long fingers… your big cock. All the fucking time”.

“You don' like your fingers, ah?” His tongue licks your lips, rubbing his glans against your swollen and needy clit.

“I like yours, babe… I only like how you fuck me. Please… Please, do it”.

He lifts up his waist at the same time that he also spread your legs, to pound you until hitting your soul. And you scream out his name, sinked among your folds, squeezing your ass with his hands nailed on your buttocks.

“Fuck, my love… Look at how easy my cock slides… Shit… You're soaking me and the fucking sheets. How the fuck ya can be so wet?”

“It's because of you, mi flaco”. You cry out bouncing on top of him.

His lips go straight to you hard nipples, sucking and biting them over the fabric of his shirt you're wearing. You can't help but speed up with every jump, showing your boyfriend the much that you need him and all the things that he makes you feel with the most minimal touch.

✨  OBISPO “BISHOP” LOSA 

Feeling a soft touch on your cheek, you open your eyes somewhat scared, finding your husband laughing between teeth. You told him that you were tired and that you were to sleep a little on the couch inside the Templo. But he's not laughing because of that.

“I'm the good man that let his girl cum in dreams, before waking her up”.

“Wha—What?”

“It has been the most intense minute of my life, querida”.

“Bish…”

“Sh…” He hushes you, placing a hand on your thigh and moving it to lift the skirt of your dress.

Your panties are so wet that it bothers you, leaving it in the background when your husband presses your clit over the fabric. Putting it aside, he slowly introduces his two longer fingers inside you, without taking off his dark and sparkled eyes from yours. Curling them slightly, before pulling them away and raising that hand in between your faces. Without saying a single word, Bishop brings your wetness to his lips, sucking and licking them to taste you.

“Querida, that's fucking delicious”.

“Bish, I need you right now”. You demand with a desperate tone of voice. 

“At home, mi vida, but now… I'm going to try to make it up to you”. He whispers hoarsely, squatting close to the couch you're lying on.

His lips find yours so calmed that it's going to kill you, tucking under your dress his hand again with a clear intention. He knows well that it won't take you too long, being so recent your first orgasm. His two fingers pound you so hard and fast that moves your whole anatomy, drinking every moan that you try to contain to not be heard. But it's almost impossible. Bishop knows every inch of your body, where he has to press, where he has to touch you to make you fall loudly. Every thrust goes deeper, tangling your fingers on his kutte with your legs shaking softly.

“Mi reina, you feel so good… like if it was the first time I fucked you against your car. Do you remember it?”

“Yes…”

“You want me to do it again tonight? In front of our house?” 

“Please… Yes…”

“But you have to be a good girl and cum in my hand”.

Biting your lips nodding, you open by inertia your legs a little more. And he fingers you hard, closing your eyes and feeling too close.

“I want all the Mayans outside hearing you scream my name, querida”.

“Fuck… Bish… I'm gonna cum, don' stop… I beg you”.

The pace becomes rough. His palm hits your pussy, before nailing his fingers inside your wetness, to move them from top to bottom so fast that you can't handle it. And you touch the sky when you squirt for the first time, shouting out his full name so assorted in that pleasure wrapping your body that you don't even care about the mess you have made on the couch.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Obispo! Oh my fucking god”. You cry, watching him smile too proud.

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ahh i apologize in advance, but about the request i sent about annie’s s/o (reader) being a goddess, can i add on? basically everyone views her as a goddess, and one day, connie (or whoever) gets injured and reader rips their clothing to bandage his wound. everyone else starts saying things like “hey y/n i got injured too y’know” haha tysm <3

I think I got a little carried away from the original prompt haha... I do that a lot though if I’m being honest.

Also, sorry this took so long, Tumblr literally just deleted everything halfway through >:/

Flirting

(Annie Leonhart x Reader)

AU: Canon

Warnings: Minor injury

Category: Fluff

Summary: Annie’s s/o happens to be particularly admired by many of the 104th, and, while everyone is fighting in the battle of Trost, Annie gets a little jealous.

Words: 2.4K

It happened out of nowhere.

The colossal titan towered over the wall once again, appearing with a bolt of foreboding lightning.

The force of it sent you and the other cadets of the 104th flying helplessly off of the wall, and you could do nothing but gaze on in horror as it kicked a wide hole in the gate, and titans slowly started to pour in.

You and the other cadets were quick to action, considering you were already there to begin with. Your main priority was to escort all the civilians safely into Wall Maria, and slay any titans that got in the way.

“This has gone pretty smoothly, all things considered.” You sighed, turning to face your girlfriend Annie as you both flew through the air in sync using your ODM gear.

“I suppose, but I can’t really see this having a good outcome. After all, so many have already gotten into the walls, and we can only save so many civilians. Plus, we don’t have any means to plug that giant hole back there.” She stated bluntly. You sighed again. You knew she was right, the Trost district was as good as lost already--it was that way as soon as the gate was destroyed--but you still clung onto the hope of saving as many innocent people as possible.

You released the trigger on your blade, and the grapple of your ODM gear retreated into your side. You enjoyed the unrestrained air time for a quick moment, before pointing your blade at a nearby building, pulling the trigger and launching the grapple into the brick sides, using up a fair amount of gas to keep up your quick, but steady momentum.

“Still, I’m glad we’ve kept casualties to a min-” You had no time to finish your sentence before you felt a sharp yank on your waist, and you yelped as you were sent tumbling through the air and into the ground with a thud.

You regained your bearings quickly, and you looked behind you to see what had yanked you out of the air so unceremoniously, but your eyes widened in horror as your eyes slowly processed the scene in front of you.

A titan—at least 15 meters tall—stood there with a wide, eerie grin as it held onto the iron wire of your ODM gear. You gripped the wire tightly, pulling desperately on the only thing tethering you to the bloodthirsty monster behind you.

It was all in vain, however, and you gulped back a scream as the titan started to pull on the wire, dragging you backwards against the stone beneath you and into it’s outstretched palm, having full intention of grabbing you the second you were within reach.

You winced in pain as the harsh friction against the stone started to tear up the fabric of the shirt, and eventually, your skin, leaving a small trail of blood behind you as the distance between you and the monster grew shorter and shorter.

You gazed back in horror to the road in front of you where you and Annie had been swinging so nonchalantly through the air mere moments ago. Your panicked eyes finally landed on the blonde, who had quickly turned around, and was now flying towards you at an inhuman speed. Once she got closer, you were able to see her face, which was painted in panic and desperation as she steadily zipped her way towards you.

The sight of her coming to rescue you brought you a little relief amidst your panic. There was no doubt she would be able to save you—after all, she is one of the most talented soldiers in the 104th Cadet Corps. Thank god I have such an amazing girlfriend... You thought.

You were dragged out of your thoughts, however, as you felt a tight squeeze on your torso. You looked up in horror as the situation suddenly sunk in.

The titan had you securely in it’s fist, and was bringing you to it’s open mouth with the same wide, murderous grin.

And, as you turned back to face Annie, a realization hit you.

She wasn’t going to be able to make it in time.

“ANNIE!!” You suddenly screamed out, reaching out to her with your free arm in a useless attempt to reach her, and tears started to run down your cheeks as you feared for your life.

Annie did the same thing, reaching her arm out as she tried frantically to reach you, screaming out your name desperately.

You squeezed your eyes, bracing yourself to be mercilessly bit in half by the monster. Suddenly, a quick slash sound could be heard from behind you, and the titan’s grip on your torso slacked, and you fell to the ground limply.

Your eyes peeled open and you gasped at the sight in front of you. Someone slashed it’s neck...!

You weren’t given any chance to rest, however, as the titan’s limp body started to fall in your direction. You were frozen in fear as it’s shadow loomed over you, and it’s large body threatened to crush you in a moment’s notice.

However, a pair of arms--human ones, thank god--wrapped themselves around your torso, and you heard the familiar buzz of the grapple hook, before you felt yourself whizzing through the air, and landing clumsily on a nearby rooftop with a groan.

You opened your eyes painfully, and found yourself tucked into someone’s chest, their arms wrapped protectively around your injured body. You lifted your head and immediately recognized the face before you.

“Mikasa!” You gasped out, and she looked back down at you with a worried expression.

“Are you okay?!” She kept her tight grip on your body, holding you close with a worried look on your face.

You heard quick footsteps approach you from the side, and you turned to see Sasha running across the rooftop towards you and Mikasa, her blades stained with titan blood, leaving a trail of steam in her wake.

“You guys saved me! Thank you!” You buried your head back in Mikasa’s chest as you hugged her tightly, the terror not quite having left your body yet.

“Ah- Y/n...” A pink blush started spread across her cheeks, flustered at such close contact with you.

“Y/N!” A voice called from the other side, and you immediately recognized the voice as Annie’s.

You pulled away from Mikasa and ran towards your girlfriend, tackling her into a hug with so much force that she nearly toppled over. Once she regained her footing, she returned the hug, wrapping her arms tightly around you and planting a kiss to the top of your head, and you swear you could hear her quietly sobbing.

Sounds of ODM gear filled your ears, and you assumed from the comfort of Annie’s chest that more soldiers had arrived.

After a small *ahem* from Mikasa, you pulled away from Annie, and she wiped her eyes on her sleeve.

“Don’t scare me like that...” She choked out weakly. “I thought something bad was gonna happen...” She blushed a little bit, clearly not used to admitting her affections so openly as she is now.

You only giggled at that, before responding. “Don’t be silly Annie, I would never die on you.” You offered her a sweet smile, reassuring her and helping her regain her composure.

“Right...” She straightened up, smiling softly. “Of course...”

You enjoyed the tender silence before a voice spoke up from behind you.

“Uhh... Y/n...” A soothing, deep voice spoke up, and you turned to look at the source. It was the tall, black-haired male, Bertholdt, who you had come to know quite well through Annie. He had averted his gaze from you, a pink tint on his cheeks.

You glanced around to scan the faces of the soldiers now lining the rooftop. There was Annie, Mikasa, Sasha, and Annie of course, but Reiner, Connie, Jean, Ymir, and Historia were also present. You noticed that, strangely, nearly everyone had the same pink blush as Bertholdt. You were extremely confused for a moment, before Bertholdt finished his sentence. “Your shirt...”

You glanced down at your shirt in confusion, but you immediately blushed in embarrassment at the sight.

During your run-in with the titan, while it was dragging you across the stone, it had torn up your shirt quite a lot, leaving a good portion of your back and midsection exposed.

You flustered up at the sight. “O-Oh... I didn’t notice that...” You stuttered out. Almost everyone had averted their eyes courteously, but a few, namely Reiner and Ymir, kept their gazes more or less... fixed on you.

Annie, despite having the biggest blush out of everyone, was the first to offer any help at all. She was clearly dissatisfied with the... attention... you were getting, and jealousy filled her head.

“Here.” She muttered, sliding her hoodie over her shoulders quickly and handing it to you in a bundle. “Put this on. Now.” Her voice spoke with jealous persistence, but at the same time, it wavered with fluster.

“U-Uhh... Yeah...” You graciously took the hoodie from Annie, and slid it over your torn clothing. You let out a sigh in relief at not only the warmth of the hoodie, but also the cover it offered.

“Dammit...” Reiner muttered quietly, and it seems Annie and Bertholdt were the only ones to hear. “Too bad Annie had that hoodie with her... It would’ve been better without it.” He chuckled.

Annie marched over to Reiner with a deadly stare, and his face dropped as he realized that Annie had heard him.

Once she reached him, she said no words as she delivered a powerful kick to the back of his legs, causing him to keel over and tumble off of the roof, catching himself on the side of the building with his ODM gear. Annie only raised an eyebrow at him before turning back to where she was standing moments ago, next to you.

As soon as she stopped walking, you turned to look at her curiously.

“Annie? What was that about?” You questioned.

“Nothing.” She muttered, looking straight ahead with an extremely unamused look. “Just dealing with the pervert.”

After a minute of comfortable silence mixed with light chatter, Mikasa cleared her throat and spoke up.

“Everyone!” She yelled, pointing her sword up into the air to signify a command. “The supply room has been overrun. I’m heading there now to save the resupply team and stock up. If you’re wise, you will follow me.” She announced before getting a running head-start, and launching herself off of the rooftop with her ODM gear.

“Right.” Reiner muttered, climbing his way back up onto the building, before punching Bertholdt lightly in the shoulder. “Bertholdt, let’s go.” The tall boy nodded, before following the blonde man.

“You heard her, Y/n.” Annie spoke. “Let’s get going.”

You gave her an encouraging smile. “Right, let’s go!” You said triumphantly, stretching your arms above your head. Pain quickly shot up your back at this, and you hunched over as you whimpered quietly, trying not to make a big deal of your injury.

It was in vain anyway, since Ymir seemed to notice, and she smiled slyly. “You know, Y/N.” You turned to face the freckled girl, and she slowly walked over to you. “If it really hurts, you could always ride on my back.”

You chuckled uncomfortably, before Annie stepped in front of you. “She’s fine. I’ll take care of it.” She stated firmly.

Ymir laughed whilst looking down at Annie, using her height to her advantage. The two glared at each other tensely for only a moment, before Ymir’s eyes settled back on you.

“Whatever.” She chuckled. “If you say so darling.” She finished the sentence with a wink before turning to follow everyone off of the rooftop. Cadet after cadet followed after, but Annie only turned to you with a mostly emotionless, but slightly sympathetic look.

“Does it hurt that much Y/n?” She asked, walking closer and lifting up the fabric of the hoodie slightly to assess the wound.

“It’s not so bad.” You smiled again, hoping she wouldn’t notice the way your voice shook slightly in pain.

She sighed, before turning to face you directly. She looked as if she wanted to say something to you.

“Annie? What is it?” You tilted your head in confusion.

She didn’t respond to you verbally, instead just closing the gap between you two and burying her head in your chest. Her sudden action caught you off guard, and you looked down at her soft, slightly messy blonde hair. You felt the small vibrations of her muttering something into your chest, but it was muffled behind comprehension.

“Annie, I can’t hear you.” You giggle, finally getting comfortable, and running her fingers through her hair soothingly.

She turned her head to the side, and pressed her ear into your chest, and seemed to relax at the sound of your heartbeat. “I don’t like everyone flirting with you so much...” She finally let out.

You giggled quietly, finding her jealousy almost adorable. To everyone else, it was terrifying, but it made you feel loved, if anything.

“You know I’m only interested in you...” You spoke soothingly, continuing to drag your fingers down her scalp, causing her to sigh.

“Still...” She trailed off, not quite being able to find the words for what she meant.

“I get it.” You spoke affirmingly. “We can talk to Reiner and Ymir about it later if we need to,” A small chuckle left your lips before you continued your sentence. “That is, assuming getting kicked off of a rooftop isn’t enough of a lesson for Reiner.”

Annie let out a sweet, genuine laugh at that, and you smiled knowing you made her feel better.

She stood up calmly, stretching lightly before turning her back to you whilst looking at you over her shoulder.

“Now get on, you’re in no condition to use ODM gear.”

A small blush spread across your cheeks, both in response to the affectionate gesture, and at the embarrassment of having to be carried around.

“I-I can carry myself y’know...” You mumbled whilst climbing onto her back, your words clearly not lining up with your actions. Truth be told, you were in a bit of pain, so you didn’t mind the ride.

“Hold on tight sweetie.” She spoke, before getting her running head-start. You gulped and wrapped yourself around her tightly. She took off and followed after the rest of the cadets.

As you zipped through the air, you rested your head on Annie’s shoulder, placing a delicate kiss on her collarbone.

“I love you Annie.” You smiled at her, and she smiled back sweetly.

“I love you too.”