#chewing on it as we speak tysm!

[ddejavvu]

hiii i love ur writing 🥹🥹🫶🫶 i have a james potter request if u feel so inclined!! a fluffy study date where he pretends he doesn’t know any of the answers so reader has to help him but then he ends up doing better than her on the test and shes like 🤔 i thought u were dumb HAHAHAHA tysm (btw LOVE the animagus reader series, had to say it xoxo)

James tries brushing the sleeve of his robes over the score marked in red on the top of his page, which seems like a sign that perhaps he won't be asking for your tutoring skills anymore. He grins sheepishly at you, scratching the back of his neck with one hand while keeping the other firmly covering his grade, "Hey, Y/N. How'd you do?"

"I got an O," You admit, hoping it doesn't come across as a brag even though he'd asked, "Should I be worried that you're covering up your score?"

His cheeks flush violently, and though the shade of pink is rosy and light, it overtakes his face quickly.

"Uh, not worried, no. I'm the one that should be worried, really."

"This isn't sounding good," You grimace, "Did you at least pass?"

"Yeah," He confesses, chewing guiltily on the inside of his cheek like he'd answered the opposite, "I passed."

"That's good," You nod, and your frown is born more out of confusion than sympathy for his strange mood, "So what's the issue?"

He moves his hand, staring disdainfully at the O at the top of his page.

"James!" You gush, wondering if all along this had been one of his famous pranks, "You- that's fantastic! Why didn't you tell me right away?"

He smiles ruefully at you, "'Cause I didn't want you to know I passed."

"Why not?" Your brows scrunch, "Isn't that the whole point of tutoring?"

"Well yeah, but," He hesitates, once more gnawing at his inner cheek, "It's just- that's it, isn't it? You tutored me, I got a good grade, and now it's over."

"Yeah." You nod, still unsure of what the pressing issue is, "I'm not putting the pieces together, James."

He groans, scrubbing a hand over his face, "Well- it's unfortunate for me, because I- well, I liked having you tutor me. And I want you to keep tutoring me. Even if I don't need tutoring."

Oh.

"Oh." You conclude.

Then after a beat of silence, "Hold on, did you even need me to tutor you in the first place?"

He pointedly averts his eyes to a smear of ink on the surface of his desk, and you take it as your answer.

"James," You sigh, but it's not complete exasperation - there's fondness present too. He cringes nonetheless, and you place a hand on his shoulder, drawing his attention back to you.

"Let's call it a study group, then," You offer, a shy grin on your face, "Instead of a tutoring session. We can still meet."

Your offer seems to inspire some newfound confidence in James, and when he speaks, it's through a grin of his own, "Nah."

The single syllable destroys your own confidence, though, and your smile fades. Before you can lift your hand from his shoulder, he tacks on, "Let's call it a study date."

[bbyquokka]

Teach me •°. *࿐

➥ pairing: Lee Minho x fem!reader

➥ genre: fluff, smut. MDNI

➥ synopsis: your parents want to meet Minho, however they speak English. You decide to teach minho to lessen his anxieties when one thing leads to another

➥ warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral [f received], clit play, explicit language pet names [babe, kitten, love], anxiety, grinding, rutting, nipple play

➥ words: 1.8k

➥ requested by: @scoupsbae tysm for the request and for waiting! let me know your thoughts and opinions!

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"Babe, I don't know about this." Minho chews his bottom lip nervously.

"Don't worry, baby. You'll be fine, I promise you." You sat next to Minho on the sofa. The TV playing in the background. Minho was watching a cooking show to get new ideas whilst you were speaking to your parents.

You and Minho are a fresh couple, having only been together for 4 months, however, it felt longer with the way you both instantly connected. Your parents are eager to meet Minho, the only problem being that they speak English.

"You know I'm not super confident in speaking English, love. What if I fuck up or say something wrong without meaning to?"

"They understand, lino. My parents are down to earth people. They understand that English isn't your first language so of course there's going to be bumps along the way." You placed a hand on Minho's thigh, stroking it gently to reassure him.

"(Y/N) I don't know. Just, let me think about it, okay?" You furrowed your brows together.

"What is there to think about? I told you, you'll be okay. Trust me." Minho let out a frustrated sigh, turning the tv off before standing up off the sofa.

"It's not about trusting you, it's about my abilities. I'm not confident enough to speak English openly."

"You do with Chan and Felix."

"That's because they understand English well enough, especially Felix seeing as it's his mother tongue." You sighed softly feeling Minho's frustrations as well as his anxiety

"I'll be there with you, lino. Every step of the way. As I said, my family are understanding people so you have nothing to worry about."

"You don't understand. I wouldn't expect you to understand." Minho mumbled. You ignored him, refusing to make a remark as you saw that he was frustrated. "I'm going to take a walk, clear my head."

You nodded and hummed as Minho left the building. You sighed softly, leaning back against the sofa. You understand Minho's frustration. It's not easy speaking a language you're not so used to.

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An hour later, Minho came home from his walk. You learnt that when Minho gets like this, it's best to leave him be – he will come back regardless. Hanging his coat up and placing his shoes neatly next to yours, he walked to the living area, expecting you to be there.

"(Y/N)?!" He called out.

"I'm in the office." Minho walked to the office, opening the door slowly. You was sat on the floor, arts and crafts scattered around you

"Hey baby." Minho whispered, rubbing the back of his neck. He felt guilty for projecting his frustrations onto you. He knew you were only trying to help him.

"Hey love. Nice walk?" You looked up at him, your eyes following him as he sat beside you.

"Uh, yeah. Look, I'm sorry about that. I know you were only trying to help me. I'm just worried and anxious. I want to make a good first impression for your family, so I feel pressured." You placed a reassuring hand on Minho, smiling lovingly at him

"It's okay baby. I understand." Minho nodded before looking around the room

"What are you doing?"

"Making flashcards."

"Why?"

"Well, to help you learn English of course! I thought, why don't I teach you English. We go see my family in a few days so we have some time. I thought I could teach you a few of the basics."

"Okay, that sounds like fun, kitten!"

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"(Y/N)! this isn't working. I don't remember anything plus it's too complicated." Minho groaned, kicking his head back as he ran his fingers through his silky hair. "There's too many meanings for the same words!"

"You're doing great, baby! It doesn't have to be perfect!"

"But I want it to be perfect! You mean so much to me that I want to make a good first impression to your parents." Minho's bottom lip quivered, tears filling his honey eyes making them glossy. You cooed softly, placing down the flashcard by your side.

You crawled over to Minho, straddling his lap. You cupped his cheeks in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

"My sweet sweet baby. Don't cry. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. My parents will love you regardless of your English skills. You know why?" Minho shook his head no "because they will see how much you love and adore me

You wrapped your arms around Minho's neck as he held onto your hips gently. "You'll be fine, baby." You whispered before kissing him gently. The kiss was slow and passionate, lips moving in perfect harmony with each other. Minho stroked your waist gently, a soft hum ripped from his chest to the back of his throat.

Minho deepened the kiss, his tongue licking your lower lip wanting permission. You gladly granted it by parting your lips. His tongue snaked its way inside your mouth, meeting your own tongue.

The wet muscles battled for dominance, a soft whine escaped your lips in which Minho swallowed it up. Saliva pooled at the corner of your lips, fingers tangled in Minho's silky hair as your body slowly started to heat up, lust pooling at your core.

"Maybe we need a different teaching method." Minho whispered against your lips, smirking slightly.

"Oh really? Like what?" You asked breathlessly.

"Stimulation." Minho pulled your hips towards him so you were sitting on his hard cock. You hummed softly, slowly rocking your hips back and forth. Minho grunted at the friction, his grip tightening on your hips.

You stripped yourself of your t-shirt, Minho skilfully unclasping your bra from behind, letting it fall down your arms and onto the floor. Minho hummed and licked his lips at the sight of your exposed breasts

"Beautiful." He mumbled before leaning in, capturing your hardened nipple in his mouth. You groaned softly, his tongue flat against your bud as he licked. He sucked and kissed your sensitive nipple, occasionally capturing it between his teeth.

You groaned softly, pleasure pooling in the pit of your stomach. You moved your hips fast, grinding down harder on Minho. He groaned against your breasts, squeezing your hips roughly in his hands.

Gently placing you down on the floor, he knelt between your legs, lifting his t-shirt up and over his head. You hummed at the sight of his toned body, squealing softly as he stripped you of the rest of your clothing before doing the same to himself.

He hooked your legs over his arms, bringing your cunt closer to his face. He hummed in contentment, licking his lips as he saw your slick coating your pussy.

"You're so wet and it's all for me?' He spoke, this time, in English. You lifted yourself up, resting your weight on your forearms as you looked down at him

"Always baby." You purred. His tongue licked your entrance, collecting your essence on his tongue before licking a long, wet strip up to your clit. He circled his tongue around the sensitive bud, alternating between clockwise and anticlockwise. You kicked your head back, groaning softly at the feeling.

"L-Lino." Your thighs shaking, daring to close around Minho's head. His tongue went back to your entrance whilst his thumb pressed against your clit firmly as he rubbed fast circles

You bucked your hips against his face, ultimately riding it. Your slick coating his chin as he lapped at your essence. You gripped onto his hair, tugging at the roots as soft moans left your lips, eyes closing slowly.

"I love the way you taste, babe. So sweet and delicious." You whimpered, Minho's words ringing in your ears.

"I don't think you need any practice, lino." Minho looked up at you through his lashes, mouth preoccupied with your cunt. "You're really good at English! Why do you think you need practice??"

Minho pulled away before leaning over you. You rested your head back on the floor as Minho rested on his forearms beside your head. Your slick coated his lips and chin, a devilish look in his eyes.

"To freshen up. As I said, I want to make a good impression on your parents, kitten. I think this is a perfect opportunity to learn, don't you?" He smirked, reaching down between your body's to grab his hard cock. He stroked himself a couple times, groaning at the pleasure before pushing his tip inside your entrance.

"And this is a way of you learning and remembering?" Minho nodded, the smirk still plastered across his face "How?"

"Because, kitten–" Minho paused as he pushed his length deep inside, bottoming out. You groaned at the feeling of fullness, hands reaching up to grip Minho's biceps "Every time I speak English, I will always remember this scene. it'll spur me on even more."

You swallowed at his words. You know Minho understood English and could speak it, even though it was broken at times, but you didn't think he was this good. The way he was acting before, being all frustrated and anxiety ridden, made you believe he had little to no knowledge about English.

Minho thrusted fast and powerful in you, your cunt clenching and welcoming him. Your walls felt warm and wet around Minho's cock. The sides of his cock stroking your walls with each thrust. You opened your legs wider, planting your feet firmly on the floor as you bent your legs at the knees.

Your body tingled with pleasure. You felt it coursing through your veins and into your bloodstream. Minho's cock was hitting the deepest parts of you, making you feel dizzy with lust. Your body jolted with each smack of Minho's hips, a look of satisfaction plastered on his face as he looked down at you.

"Such a cute, little kitten. Behaving so well for me." He cooed. You replied with nothing but a loud moan, gripping his biceps. You felt them tensing beneath your fingers. Minho's lips found the skin of your neck, sucking harshly to create deep purple marks. The taste of salt faint on his lips due to your body coating in a thin layer of sweat.

"S-So good. You feel so good inside me, lino." You whimpered in Korean. Minho smirked against your neck before lifting himself up onto his knees.

You maintained eye contact on his as he ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, pushing it back to expose his forehead. He grabbed the back of your thighs, pushing them against your chest as your lower half raised up off the floor slightly.

The new position allowed Minho to drive his cock deeper inside you, hitting your g-spot at full force. You withered beneath him, hands flailing around to grip onto something. You pressed your lips in a thin line as Minho shook his head slowly as he tuts, smirking.

"Nuh-uh babe. English only, remember? it's important that I practise."

[primomover]

I just read your goofy terzo head canons and uh. . can I have more nsfw ones for like after reader and his first date?🫶🫶tysm

HELLO ANON I LOVE THIS OF COURSE U CAN!!! TAKE IT ALL!!!!

(nsfw under the cut! gender neutral, but fem leaning in some places)

-he is surprisingly nervous about a first date. he wants everything to run smoothly. he will orchestrate as much as he can.

-you do open the door to him with a rose placed between his teeth, but he quickly slips it back into the bouquet. luckily for him, you think it’s hilarious.

-he has a nice car take you both to a riverfront restaurant, and he buys you the finest drink they have to offer, whether that be alcoholic or not. it’d be an italian restaurant, because he’s nothing if not a creature of habit.

-he lets you do most of the talking, because he cannot get enough of your voice. you think it’s because he doesn’t want to engage with you at first, but he makes sure to tell you that he finds you incredibly interesting.

-there’s a carnival in town too! he is a strong believer in the fact that you’re never too old to have fun, so he will absolutely take you.

-he refuses to go on rides, but he buys you candy floss and cheap cinnamon donuts, playing carnival games.

-the man is a MASTER at ring toss? he makes some sly comment about always being able to get rings onto heads. you just roll your eyes to him.

-he wins you a giant teddy bear. he is terrible with naming things, so simply calls it bear, and it just sticks.

-he takes you for a walk along the river afterwards, your arm that isn’t carrying the bear linked in his. if you don’t want things to go further, he is a perfect gentleman to you.

-he can’t keep his hands off you. the gloves are quickly stuffed into his pocket, his insatiable desire to touch your skin and hear you whine has been haunting him all dinner.

-he’d fuck you there and then if you didn’t mind the idea of people potentially finding you. he’d pin you against a tree, sucking marks on your neck.

-“ah, amoré, so wonderful for your papa, sí?”

-he will cup you just to feel how wet you are, and he’ll make comments about how vile you are for being so soaked when he’s barely touched you.

-as you catch an uber on the way home, he can’t stop running his hands up and down your thighs. you have to fight so hard to stay quiet.

-he takes you to a hotel, not wanting anyone at the ministry to interrupt any time he might get with you. he has the key already, and you start in the elevator, one hand tracing your sides and the other holding your hands down.

-“ah, ah, let papa take the reigns, sí? you don’t need to worry, little one.”

-he will make sure he is so, so gentle with you. he takes you to the bed, lifting you up with his hands under your ass and placing you down on the mattress as he essentially chews on your jaw.

-he loves hearing noises you make. don’t be quiet- he wants everyone to know how good of a time you’re having.

-he has his nipples pierced. he makes you suck on them and he just lets out the most DISGUSTING moans.

-he will not stop until you cum or you tell him you need to stop. he’ll play with you, touch your body and praise you as you cry.

-he throws both of your clothes everywhere. how did your bra end up hooked over the curtain rail? lucifer only knows.

-he will make sure bear is looking away so he doesn’t corrupt the plushie’s innocent eyes.

-when he’s inside you, he speaks so much italian you can’t pick it up, but he tells you how good you’re being, taking him like such a brava puttana.

-you fall asleep naked in his arms with his cock pressed to your chest after he’s painted you, smiling. he is sure to pepper you with kisses, wanting you to know he will be there in the morning.

-“sleep well, tesoro. if every date we have is like this, i’m sure that this will not be the last.”

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[nirvanawrites111]

Switch It Up (Sub!Changbin x dom!Reader) Part 2 Kinktober 2022

Part 1

Word count : 4766

Warning: pegging, femdom, oral fem receiving, degradation, spanking, cum eating, light pet play, handjob, finger (m receiving) , Fem pronouns, edging

Tags: @tojisblackwife @fixation-dump @lynanist

A/N: I wrote this in a 4 hour sitting. I had to get this done! Please enjoy and comment if you enjoyed. Please reblog ! I worked my ass off to contribute to the Sub!Changbin agenda. Please support! Tysm in advance! I love this man.

Changbin gasps when he realizes that the woman he's been giving his attention and devotion to is you.

In some weird way, there is a comfort that you're not some strange killer or a jilted lover playing a trick on him.

But, instead, it's you, the person that he's religiously sent morning cash apps to show his dedication to this arrangement.

But as his mind starts to put the pieces together, there is something that he can't seem to figure out.

How could this even be possible?

Without a second thought, he falls down to his knees in front of you. His eyes avert down to the floor and stare holes into the dark gray carpet rubbing against his knees.

His eyes fixate on your leather heels as you stand with your legs apart. His gaze travels upward toward your thighs where the boots end, and the rest of your beautiful thighs are covered in fishnet stockings.

He's had dreams of being choked by your thighs. Each time he tells you about them, he can barely focus on work.

Now, he's wondering, did you know that it was him this whole time?

"Changbin," you call out to him.

You extend your hand to him, and for the first time since you've known him, you see nervousness painted across his face. His eyes avoid yours, which is something he never does.

"Yes, mistress?" His usually calm tone is shaky, but his eyes are still glued to the ground, almost like he can't bare to look at you.

"Is your little assistant from 3Racha Developments making you nervous?" You cockily ask him, which is followed by a slight chuckle.

"Yes," Changbin chews at his lip, and you have him right where you want him.

"Look at me. You've never been scared to look into my eyes in the office. What's different now?"

"Uh," Changbin clears his throat, but now his eyes are fixated on you. "You are in charge now. That's what's different."

"You know we don't have to do this if you can't handle that your assistant plans to fuck you into this hotel mattress. It's up to you," You give him a chance to leave the situation.

Nothing will happen or precede without his consent. You need it before you can initiate any contact with him.

"I want to be fucked into the mattress," he whispers, but you hear him as clear as day.

But, that isn't good enough for you. You have to make sure he knows what he's getting into.

"I'm sorry... Bunny. What did you say? You're whispering like a little bitch."

You hold his chin and bite your bottom lip. You can't get over how good he looks flustered, and you haven't even touched him in the way you want to.

Your mind has been dancing over everything you want to do to him. But, having him crying out your name is at the top of the list.

You can see how he lightly dusted light silver eyeshadow across his lids, eyeliner, and soft coat of lip gloss. You can't wait to mess it all up.

You want nothing more than to ruin him. Not because he's your boss, but because he's your submissive.

"Mistress, I want to be fucked into the mattress like a whore.. your whore," Changbin finally musters up enough energy and confidence to tell you in a tone much louder than before.

Louder than a whisper which gives you the blessing you need to proceed.

"Mmm.. my whore. Now you're speaking my love language, doll. You took the time to put on a little makeup for me. You look beautiful. I must say," you compliment him.

His cheeks move up, and he blushes. "Thank you, Mistress."

You look down and see his leather harness wrapped around his muscular chest, and you run your hand down his chest.

He shudders slightly underneath your touch, and you are also giddy with excitement. You walk over and place your small bag on the bed behind him.

"You know, Changbin. I hope you are ready for what I have in store for us this weekend," you say over your shoulder and unzip your bag and pull out your leash.

You walk back to him and drop down to your knees to squat. You attach the leash to his harness.

"So, you have to earn your way back to the bedroom. If you want to be fucked into the mattress. You gotta prove that you are worthy."

"Yes! Mistress."

"And the safe word is?"

"Maxident."

"See, you have a great memory. Now, let's go to the living room," you say.

You hold the leash, and you hear his hands and knees drag against the carpet as you walk him back to the main area.

Changbin's heart flutters when he sees your full ass out of your one-piece leather body harness. His eyes can't stop staring at your juicy round ass.

He's noticed it at work before, but to see it in full display is a work of art. He doesn't care that his bare knees and hands are scraping against the carpet. All he wants is to be with you and give you complete control of him.

Changbin makes it to the living room, and you sit in front of him. He sees the black tape across your nipples.

Everything about this situation feels natural to him. He's been waiting for this moment for months, and he's completely comfortable with you leading him into this lifestyle.

"Oh yeah. Let me grab my other bag of tricks," You say and get off the couch and grab your weekend bag.

You didn't pack anything because you didn't plan to leave this hotel room until check-out.

"Binnie, let's see what your tolerance is," you grab his leash and pull him up from his knees.

You push him back against the couch. You hold the leash in your hand, and you tell him. "Alright. Let's see how long you can last."

You get on your knees and move in between his legs. You run your hands over his toned thighs and stretch your necklace to unlock his cage with your key. You take it off and put it on the coffee table behind you.

You reach into your bag and grab your lube. You open it and squeeze some on his already hard dick.

You don't even realize when he got hard, but you are not disappointed at all to see him stand up for you.

"Damn, somebody is horny for their assistant."

"You're not my assistant. You are my Dom," Changbin corrects you. His quick tongue surprises you, but you like it.

"Mmm.. someone is being a bit bratty, correcting your mistress. Oh, Changbin, you have so much to learn. Stand up and turn around, Binnie," you request of him.

Because if you don't correct his behavior right now, then tonight will be longer than expected.

Changbin does what you have asked, leans over the couch, and you reach into your bag of tricks.

"Now, you have a beautiful ass. But, your mouth is going to get you in trouble," you slap his ass hard with your bare hand.

He doesn't flinch, which you expected him to. Changbin's ass is probably one of your favorite things about his body that you love.

Now, that you have connected his face with his body, that would be number one for you.

"Now, I'm going to go easy on you. But, no more correcting me. Mistress  can't stand that." You run your hand along his firm ass and give it a bit of a squeeze.

"Sir, listen, if you want to make it back to the bedroom, I advise you not to correct me again. Do you understand?"

You whack his ass with your leather paddle harder than you did with your hand, and you love to see that booty ripple after you smack it.

"Yes, mistress. I will not correct you again."

"Louder."

"I will not correct you again, Mistress."

"Louder so that our lovely hotel neighbors can hear you!" You taunt him further so that you can get your point across. You follow up with a harder smack, and you can see the print of the paddle against his cheek. He jumps a bit, but you know he can handle even more.

"I will not correct you again, Mistress!" Changbin yells at the top of his lungs, and you are pleased with his submission to you.

You get behind him and kiss the redness against his left cheek. "Trust me. I'm going to make this night memorable for you."

You plant another kiss against his ass and reach around to see if he's still hard. To your delight, he's still maintaining his hard-on.

"I trust you, fully."

You love exercising power against him. Being this way with men has always empowered and allowed you to tap deeper into your divine feminine energy.

"Alright, let's continue. Sit down," you instruct, sitting on the edge of the coffee table. "Spread your legs for me."

"Yes, mistress."

You pour more lube onto his dick and grab the fleshlight.

"Three minutes. If you can last, then I will reward you. But, if you cum.. then I will punish you. It won't be as nice as earlier. Got it?"

"Yes, mistress," he eagerly replies.

You grab your phone and set a timer.

You are locked in with him and turn the fleshlight on low to gauge where he is. It's been at least a month since you last let him release.

You hold the fleshlight with both hands, and you watch his eyes full of lust.

You take it a step further, and you move into his lap. His hands go around your waist to hold you in place.

"Hands off, Binnie," you tell him.

You are sure in his everyday life, he's the dominant one, but tonight isn't that night. He will be pushed to the test if he wants to be fucked into the mattress.

"Sorry, mistress. I didn't want you to fall."

He spreads his legs wider, and you continue to work the fleshlight on his dick, and he's staring into your eyes. You can see him holding back that moan that he wants to release.

"You really want to be fucked, huh?"

"More than anything."

"Oh, so you're not going to nut right now?"

Changbin shakes his head, and he grips the couch underneath him. Maybe, you are going a little too easy on him. You turn it on max and watch his legs shake underneath you.

Your head looks at the phone, and a minute has passed. "Two minutes left. You think you will make it?"

"Yes, mistress," his voice is trembling, making your pussy wet hearing him this vulnerable and weak for you. You want nothing more than to have his head buried between your thighs.

You want to shove your tongue inside his mouth because he looks so desperate, like he wants you to touch him and make him cum.

"You want me..don't you?"

"Mhmm, mistress. It's bad how much I want you. You're all I think about all day and night," Changbin moans out, and your core throbs.

His submissive side is such a beautiful sight to experience in person. There is just something so hot about a muscular boss who is whimpering for his dom behind closed doors.

"So what about that blonde-haired girl that came into your office the other morning? Do you think about me when you're with her?"

"I haven't touched her since you made me cum just from texting."

You glance over at the phone and see you have one minute left. You know he's turned on that if you kiss him right now, he'll cum.

You pull the fleshlight off him and toss it next to him. You move onto his lap and grind your leather-covered crotch against his dick.

"Fuck," Changbin whimpers, and you toss your hands around his shoulders.

"You want to cum. Don't you?" you disparage him and whine your waist to torture him further.

"Mmmm..I'm not going to make it.. Mistress."

"You better hold it."

You look, and it's been three minutes. You feel yourself losing a bit of control, and you hop off his lap.

"It's been three minutes. Good job, Binnie," you compliment him. You grab his leash and pull him close to you.

You tower over him and kiss him for the first time. Your body is on fire when your lips connect. His lips are soft, and you pull on his leash again, but you don't pull away from him.

You slip your tongue into his mouth and embrace this moment. You want his hands on you, but right now, he knows he must earn that, too.

You pull away, and you are still hungry for him. He's a damn good kisser, and you can only imagine how those luscious lips will feel against your sex. You sit back on the couch and open your legs.

"Eat my pussy, slut."

Changbin crawls down to the floor and kisses your thighs. He's in heaven now that he can touch and taste you.

The fact that you are degrading him is turning him on even more.

"Mmm.. degrade me. I love it when you do that," Changbin kisses your left inner thigh, and he can smell your arousal.

He's already in love with the scent of you. Seeing you in this element has his heart racing.

"Oh, the slut likes to be degraded. I know your love language, too. You like it when I tell you how little your dick is. Don't you?"

"Yes.. god, yes, I love that."

"Too much talking for a whore who is supposed to be eating," you chastise him again.

Changbin is trembling with excitement to please you, his dom. The woman who is now his reality and not just someone on his phone.

Changbin's tongue dives deep inside your pussy to taste your essence.

He savors your sweetness and holds his hands behind his back to reframe from disobeying you.

The last thing he wants is to be denied the thrill of experiencing you fully in your element. He loves that you are so dominant and sexy.

He's digging the way you are taking control of the situation and not allowing a moment of this to be awkward.

If this had happened to anyone else, they would have frozen and run out. But, not you. You are the dom of his dreams.

"My dom tastes so damn good," Changbin cheers against your cunt, and he devours you.

His tongue explores you in ways that only you desire. He is generous with his tongue, and he's no amateur regarding pleasure.

"You damn right, I taste good. I've been saving all of this for you, Binnie," you reply. You grab the back of his head and push him closer.

You grind your sex against his face. His tongue is so good you could explode right now, but you have a bit of control.

"I'm yours, Mistress. I belong to you," Changbin tells you, and it's the same energy he's maintained through messages and chats.

Nothing has changed at all. He's been serious about being yours for a while now.

Your body is on another level now. His attention to your clit is something else, and the feeling is beyond euphoric you feel yourself squirt.

Changbin is so thirsty for you. Almost on cue, he licks it up and returns to giving your clit the love it deserves.

Shit, the last thing you need right now is falling in love with your sub, but if this is just the beginning, you might be interested.

"Let me find out your little dick ass can eat pussy," You tease him.

Changbin looks up at you with a smirk and your juices glistening on his face. You can't remember the last time anyone has made you this soaking wet.

Sure, you can come from your favorite videos bookmarked on Twitter, but experiencing Changbin in person is another level of wetness you weren't prepared for.

You push his head back down, and he returns to pleasuring you.

Your hand is behind his back as you start thrusting your cunt against his face. He has a beautiful face that deserves to be fucked, so why not?

"Mmm... I'm going to cum!" You cry out and know you are whimpering but don't even care.

You reach your orgasm, literally soaking the couch underneath you. Changbin is slurping out your juices, and he can't get enough of you.

You reach down to kiss him, and you enjoy the taste of yourself on his tongue. "See how much you made me cum with just that beautiful mouth." You hold his chin up to yours and kiss him again. "I don't think I'll be able to get enough of you this weekend."

"You can cum on my face anytime, Mistress."

"Don't threaten me with a good time because I'll do it."

"Mmm.. you are exceeding my expectations," You say.

You grab his dick and pull him to stand up. You grab his leash and toss it over your shoulder. He follows behind you, and you lead him to the balcony.

You open the balcony door, and the cool air brushes against your melanin. It's a little chilly, so you turn on the fire pit in the middle of the space. The dark sky has a few stars.

You walk back to the couch and sit back. You position Changbin in front of you. You stroke his lube-covered dick.

"This is a reward. I'll give you your first nut of the evening. It's on me... literally. Cum on me. I'm sure this isn't your first time," you tell him.

You stroke his dick and give him the loving touch he's been craving for a minute now. You massage his balls with one hand and jerk him with the other. You love to see him trying to hold back.

Your gesture has turned him into a moaning mess. It's so erotic to hear him panting for you.

"Where.. do you want me to cum?"

"On my outfit. Not my face. You would have to earn something like that."

"Shit, I'm so close. Ugh, keep touching me just like that," Changbin chews at his bottom lip, and you admire how beautiful his body is.

How his eyes are closed while you are working your magic on him. It's such a turn-on to see him melt into putty in your hands.

Changbin is so pretty with his lightly tanned skin, and you can see his cheeks becoming rosy red now that he's close to releasing for you.

He leans forward, and you jerk his dick onto your breast. His fluid coats your leather one piece, and your skin torches with excitement when he releases for you. His body shakes, and you admire how you did that.

You like seeing him like this. It's so damn special it feels almost like Christmas because you didn't expect it to be this electric.

"Clean it off," you tell him.

"Yes, mistress."

Changbin doesn't hesitate to clean you up. He takes his time and traces lines across your neck, chest, and down to your breast. He gives each x-covered nipple extra attention. The tape is thin enough that you can feel his tongue.

Each time is making your pussy throb because you know you want him inside you.

You review your outfit, and he's licked every trace of himself off your body.

You love that you've discussed all the limits and things before. So, you love to see him acting out all the things he said he would do.

"Come here," you pat your lap.

Changbin carefully sits on your lap but not putting all his weight on you.

"Boy," you roll your eyes. "Sit your ass down on me. I can handle you," you instruct him.

He relaxes his weight on you, and you love him being this close to you.

"I just wanted to check in with you. Are you good with everything?" you ask.

You want to be extra sure he's okay with everything.

Checking in with him is important, and you always want to ensure he's heard. Most importantly, enjoying it just as much as you are.

"Yes, everything is amazing. I'm loving this."

"Alright. So, do you want to keep going or save some for tomorrow?"

"I still want to get fucked into the mattress."

"Mmm.. see, this is why you are my favorite submissive. How did it feel to finally nut?"

"Too good. You have me under your spell."

You give him another quick peck, but it lingers a bit. You wrap your hands around his waist and pull him closer.

"I could say the same about you."

"I appreciate you."

"Same. I feel the same. Let's go in the bedroom," you grin against his lips. He starts to get up, but you pull on his leash. You pick him up, and he wraps his legs around you.

"Damn, you're strong. I didn't expect you to hold me like this," Changbin says.

"I work out, too."

You giggle and carry him back into the hotel room.

You make it to the bedroom. You unhook his leash. You toss him against the bed.

You are fully back into your dom space, and you are ready to give him what he's been waiting for.

"You can stroke yourself while I fuck you. But, you can't cum until I tell you, to." You give him instructions, and you take off your outfit.

You put on the strap, and you are completely naked except for the tape covering your nipples.

You toss the lube on the bed. And crawl over the top of him, and you two make out for a minute.

"I know how much you like to be degraded, but you are the sexiest submissive I've ever had," you whisper against his ear and suck on it for a bit.

You lube your fingers and test him a bit. He says he's never been pegged before.

"Mmm.. thank you, Mistress. I have a hard time accepting compliments."

"I know that's why I had to let you know," you say. You stick one finger inside of him, and he's tight. He gulps a bit, and you kiss his neck.

"Relax, baby," you say behind pecks against his gorgeous skin. "I got you. Take a few deep breaths."

"Okay. I trust you, completely."

You kiss him along his neck and suck on it for a bit. You slowly move your finger to loosen him up a little bit.

You kiss him again, and he works his ass against your finger.

"There's my slut appearing again. You ready for another finger?"

Changbin nods, and it's the cutest thing. You grab more lube and add another digit. He's adjusting to you, and he's moving against your gentle thrusts.

"Mmm..that's it, baby. See you. I told you I got you. We will go at your pace," you kiss his forehead. You get to the middle of the bed.

"I can handle it," Changbin confidently replies.

"Turn over, Binnie," you say.

Changbin gets on all fours, and you move behind him. You align with him and hold his waist. You add lube to the strap so he can take you.

You press the tip inside of him and talk him through it. You instruct him to breathe and relax. Because once he gets used to it, then it will feel good.

You slide inch by inch until you are fully inside of him. You stroke into him slow, but steady. Changbin looks so fucking good from behind taking your strap like this.

"Your ass looks so good from this angle," you compliment him.

He throws his ass back against your strap. Changbin is more confident now and goes faster, thanks to your favorite lube.

"Thank you, Mistress. It's feeling good, just like you said it would."

"Stroke that dick for me, hun. While I fuck your tight little ass," you advise him.

You can hear his hand working against his dick. You love bossing him around and telling him what to do. It was so hot when he came on you and licked it all off. You can't get the visual out of your head. You love how nasty he is for you.

"Fuck me harder," Changbin pants for you with so much desperation and neediness. You crave to have him like this. Falling apart for you and only you, being fully submissive, and taking your strap like a pro.

You pound into him harder and hold onto both sides of his waist. "Yes, that's it. My sub is getting what they have been begging for. Getting fucked into the mattress just like the slut you are."

"Only for you, mistress. You are the only one that can make me this soft and hard at the same time."

His adoration and chants are music to your ear, and you can't get enough of him praising you and worshipping you like the goddess you are.

You pull out of him and turn him over onto his back. You drag him closer to you and hold his legs up.

"I want to watch you cum."

You never fucked any of your submissives like this, but Changbin has you doing things out of the norm.

You are beyond patient and gentle with him. You are also rough when you need to be.

He brings out the perfect balance inside of you and helps balance your masculine and feminine energy.

You gaze into his eyes and slide back inside of him. He's so handsome and loyal as hell.

He hasn't touched anyone else since you two got more serious and decided you wanted to meet.

You enter inside his ass, but the strokes are passionate—more intimate, which is foreign to you. The eye contact between you two is hypnotizing.

Changbin sits up on his elbows and leans forward. You think he will use the safe word, so you stop.

"You good?"

"Can you kiss me?" Changbin requests. If it were any other submissive, you would deny this level of intimacy.

But, your lips curl into a smile, and you engage in kissing again.

It's hotter and more passionate than before. You are back to fucking him again.

It's so euphoric to be inside of him like this, and you are kissing like you two are long-time lovers who keep it exciting in the bedroom.

You reach down and stroke him while still kissing him. Your pussy is soaking wet again.

You can feel it dipping on the comforter. This man has a strong effect on you.

"May I cum, mistress?" Changbin politely asks between kisses.

"Not, yet. Baby."

You have slipped one too many baby's tonight, but you are going with the flow. You are still in control, and that's all that matters.

You pull away from the kiss and pound his ass hard because you want him to cum so hard.

"Mmm.. yess.. mistress. Right there.. I'm close.. please. Let me cum. I need it so bad."

"So close, huh?"

"Yesss."

"Not yet."

"Please. I beg of you."

"Ooo, I love when you beg. Who's ass is this?"

You drill harder and fuck him into the mattress again. Pounding his tight ass got your pussy dripping even more. You clench your pussy and continue to ruin his hole.

"Yours, mistress. My ass belongs to you. My tongue, my dick. Everything. You own me!" He screams while he's stroking his dick. Your pussy squirts when he submits to you.

"Fuck," you say, and you stick your finger inside your soaking wet entrance.

You shove your two fingers inside his mouth. He sucks on your fingers, and it's seductive. Everything about him is turning you on.

"Cum for me, Changbin," you command.

You watch him release, and he comes all over his hand.

You come, which is something that never happens when you are pegging your submissive.

You grab his hand and lick it off. You pull out of him and roll over next to him to catch your breath.

Changbin grabs your hand and kisses it.

"I've never experienced anything that amazing in my life."

"I know. I told you it would be worth your while."

"I only want to be your slut from now on."

You turn on your side and look at him. "We can arrange that."

[delusional-dingus]

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idk how that WIP fmk ask game works but i’d be curious to hear ur thoughts on any ted lasso wips you have !

HELL yes tysm!! i LOVE talking abt WIPs

fuck - the story you just want to read instead of having to write it yourself

i have the outline done for a tedtrent western film AU inspired by a convo with @stevecarrington @tomlinfonda and @larkin21 !!

the fic is set in the 60s, right as the western genre is going out of style. rebecca owns a film studio (richmond studios) in hollywood, and wants to blow up its reputation to get back at rupert. so she has higgins cast ted, a high school drama teacher from kansas, to star in an upcoming western film. she then personally hires trent, an established director well-known for being a cold-hearted bitch to work with, to direct the movie. the film itself is risky, as it subverts cornerstones of the western genre. this is the film's synopsis:

Mason "Badlands" Morris (Theodore Lasso) is a lone cowboy rider hired for a job he don't normally do: escort a Miss Josephine Fairfax (Keeley Jones) from Kansas all the way to California so she can reunite with her beau Jack (Jamie Tartt). To ensure no untowardness, her uncle Ezra (Roy Kent) accompanies them, himself desperate for a change. Over the course of 14 days during the spring of 1856, the trio face unexpected challenges and uncover secrets which would best be left buried.

the fic spans from the first initial table read all the way to release day. shenanigans and unlikely romances ensue. i have everything for this SO clearly mapped in my head and on paper, but i know it's going to be a massive undertaking putting it into words. so if i could just...read it instead that'd be amazin LMAO

marry - the story you're obsessed with writing and never want to stop working on or thinking about

break me, shake me, devastate me (come here baby) is one i cannot stop writing/thinking about. the second and final chapter for it is going to be at minimum 7k words long because i keep adding more details in or reworking scenes. especially since the james lance interview dropped and we got more trent lore. the flipside to this is that i'm chewing my nails, sweating over the fact i haven't updated in 12 days. i deadass tried to update this past sunday but!! no!! it didn't feel complete yet. so hopefully this weekend it'll happen

grief and longing are my favorite themes to write about, which this fic explores. i have a playlist titled "grieving" that i made purely to listen to while writing this fic.

kill - the story you're most frustrated with and would rather just put it in the trash (or a high shelf somewhere to forget about for a long time)

i've kind of already done this, but there's a royjamie fic i'm bashing my head against the wall about. i got inspired by AURORA's songs "forgotten love" and "soft universe", specifically the lyrics:

You are the reason I can dance Within a fire of goodbyes, of goodbyes I can lie in a dark room without the feeling that I'm lonely

and

My body falls off the side of her bed And now I know what love feels like Don't let me turn into pain All of this is loveliness Chaos came, we laid our head Down on the feather cotton bed You find a heart and catch your breath Let the universe go red Speak to me, speak to me With love in your words Make for me, make for me A soft universe

basically the fic is about different times roy and jamie sleep together in the same bed. it explores their unspoken codependency and the soft intimacy they share underneath their weird dynamic. the reason i'm frustrated is that i cannot seem to find a good enough explanation for why they start sharing a bed LMAO

currently i have something inspired by the fonda/redford film Our Souls At Night, where jamie shows up at roy's door one night and is like "i can't sleep, mate. i miss having a person next to me."

we'll see though. maybe i'll find motivation for the fic again

[leighways]

I just wanted to drop by to say that I really really love your art (and your writing, that horny Church Fingerbanging thing you wrote a bit ago was unbelievably well done ggfdfhijgfdgh)

This might sound cheesy as fuck to say but the way you portray Copia in your art legit makes my heart flutter. I really have no other way to express this beyond the fact I'm Gay and you make him Adorable lol. Also on a side note, I'm a cis man but I wholeheartedly adore the trans headcanons you come up with for the various Papas, please never stop making them because they're great and I fucking love reading them!

HI HI HI OMG?????

HOLY SHIT TYSM??? THAT'S SO INCREDIBLY KIND OF YOU TO SAY?? I'M OVERJOYED THAT MY STUFF CAN BRING YOU SOME HAPPINESS IN THESE TRYING TIMES!

IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER, MY LITTLE GAY HEART FLUTTERS WHEN I LOOK AT COPIA TOO (SO MUCH SO THAT IT USUALLY MAKES MY GENDERS SWAP) SO I FEEL YOU MY MAN I FEEL YOU. I'M TICKLED YOU LIKE MY PORTRAYAL OF HIM BC HE IS A TRICKY BASTARD TO PIN DOWN LMFAO—ICONOGRAPHICALLY SPEAKING.

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HAVE A GOOD ONE!

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prompt 56: (can we stay a little longer?) with either jaemin, wooyoung, or beomgyu, I will be happy for one of those three, so pick whoever you think is better!! It shall be comfort and friends to lovers? Like maybe something happens to the reader and they go to one of those three for comfort and confess and its sweet and lovely and all of that jazz? i don't know how relationships or going into relationships work, but that's what I'm thinking. if you need more details, ask, i can try to be more specific! this just popped up in my head as soon as i saw your event. thank you!! (also, you're an amazing writer and i love your fics <3)

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘇𝗼𝗻𝗲

jung wooyoung x gn!reader

1k words, angst/comfort elements, fluff if u squint, confession au, f2l

a/n: tysm for ur request !!! i don't think i was able to execute the comfort elements quite as well 😅 it did end up a little angsty sorry, but i hope u enjoy nonetheless :))

The high toned doorbell sounded through the apartment, and Jung Wooyoung stumbled through his living room, heels of his palms digging into his eyes to wake him up. After texting you about your apparent "date" or whatever today, he had fallen back into bed to hopefully sleep the disappointment and bitterness gnawing at his chest. 

He peered through the peephole. He wasn't exactly expecting someone today, but he nearly flung the door clear off its hinges when he saw you standing on the other side. Well, standing was an understatement. Really, you were trembling like a leaf in the wind, drenched from head to toe in rain, your phone clutched so tightly in one hand that your knuckles were white. 

"Oh my fucking—Yn, honey, what—" he stammered, hustling you in through his front door, then kicking it shut behind him. 

You sniffled, teeth chattering. "Sorry," you rasped out, voice hoarse. You cleared it as he pushed you into his bathroom and yanked the shower curtain back. "My phone wasn't working."

"You don't need to say sorry to me, darling," he told you. The shower stream gushed open, and soon the bathroom was filled with hot, comforting steam. Wooyoung could hardly hear anything besides the blood pounding in his ears and the water running behind the curtain. He held you by the shoulders, gently prying your phone from your hand. "Hey, you're okay. Why don't you hop in the shower and get nice and warm for me, hm? Sound good to you?"

You nodded, afraid that if you opened your mouth again, it wouldn't be words. 

Wooyoung nodded slowly back at you. He backed out of the bathroom, wondering if he should sit in there to talk to you while you showered. He chewed his bottom lip—no, you needed that time alone. He could speak with you all he wanted afterward. 

Once the door was shut, he exhaled roughly, raking a hand through his hair. He examined your drowned phone with a frown, then dumped it into a bag of rice. Yeosang had once told him it worked, so it wouldn't hurt to try. Maybe if it didn't turn on, he could combine funds with you to get you a temporary one…

He collapsed onto the couch, wondering one too many things about what could have gone wrong on your date, and just who he needed to have a … talk with. 

"...Woo?"

His head whipped up at the sound of your voice, small and meek. Your head poked out from the bathroom door, hair dripping wet, but it seemed you had a towel wrapped around yourself. "Hm?"

"Can you—could you get me some clothes please?" 

Oh, idiot. Wooyoung squeaked that he would go get you something, then bolted into his room. You actually kept a few articles of clothing over at his place in case you ever slept over. He rummaged through your side of his drawers and withdrew a crewneck and a pair of sweatpants, plus some undergarments for you. He hoped you didn't notice the way his cheeks burned as he handed them off to you. 

When you were finally finished, you crawled onto the couch next to Wooyoung, curling into his side. Your damp hair was cold against his neck, but he sighed in a sort of happiness that only you could gift him. 

He gently rubbed your back and lowered the volume of the TV show he was watching earlier. "Are you okay?" He asked you softly to test the waters. 

He felt you nod. "M'better now." 

"That's… that's good," he sighed. Wooyoung drew the quilt over both of your laps, and you moved your legs to lie over his thighs. His eyes shuddered closed— "Do you wanna talk about it? Did they hurt you?"

Because he swore to God if they even touched a hair on your head.

"I got stood up." You played with a loose thread on the quilt. "The restaurant kicked me out after waiting for an hour. It started raining." And that was that. You weren't feeling good about yourself, understandably. Everything had gone wrong today and you wondered what you had done to deserve this sort of day. You'd thought this would be a nice step out of your comfort zone, but… 

You snuggled into Wooyoung's warm embrace. Your comfort zone was right here, and it felt way too good to leave. Maybe you shouldn't have left it in the first place. 

"Yn, I'm so sorry, honey," Wooyoung murmured to you. He didn't quite know what to say. Maybe something like he could treat you better. "You deserve so much better. I wish—" I wish it was me who you were seeing. 

He cleared his throat. "Are you warm? I can get another blanket—"

"No, I'm okay. Thank you, Woo."

Could you feel the racing of his heart? It was gonna burst out of his chest any second now and expose him. 

"Can I be honest with you?" You suddenly asked. When he prompted you to continue, you mustered up your confidence. "I like you a lot more than my dates."

Wooyoung let out a nervous giggle. "Well, I mean, I'd hope you like me more than your stupid dates, as your best friend—"

You flicked his arm with a pout and he laughed. "No, weirdo! You know what I mean."

He swallowed, looking over at you. There was this kind of vulnerability that shone in his eyes. "I just need you to be forward with me, Yn. I don't want to get my hopes up."

"That I love you?"

He blinked. "What?"

"That I'm in love with you," you repeated. Suddenly bashful, you smooshed your face against his bicep, bringing the blanket up to your chin. 

Wooyoung cooed, and his hand gently drew your face out from its hiding place so he could touch his forehead to yours, his nose kissing the tip of yours. "Don't hide from me, okay? I love you, too—so much." 

You smiled at him, and he grinned back, the kind of thing that was wide and boyish and beautiful. You lowered your head to rest right above his heart as Wooyoung adjusted the blanket again to engulf you both in warmth. "Do you mind if we stay like this a little longer?"

His heart galloped in your ear, and you felt his head rest over yours. "Yeah," he hummed, "we can stay like this for however long you'd like."

a/n: don't forget to rb, comment, etc if u liked it!! :3

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𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ~ 𝙺𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚘 𝚃𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞 ♥︎

a business man kuroo x femboy!male reader concept!

TYSM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS <3

ok females calm down i know everyone’s horny for kuroo, which is why i’ll be posting a female version of this too! i’m just a male who is indeed horny for kuroo soooo….i see u men

CW: heavy degradation..like HEAVY, oral, anal, pet play, bdsm, a little bit of somno (literally just touches your ass while ur sleeping that’s it), face fucking, dycraphilia, lotsa swearing hehe, hate fucking essentially.

was it his fault? not entirely. kuroo had been at the end of his rope before he even walked in the front door. having to deal with corporate executives who thought they were actually useful all day was a chore in itself.

kuroo loved his job, loved his company, loved the money even, but most importantly he loved you. he loved everything about you. he loved how you’d come running down the large staircase when he came home, ready to receive a plethora of hugs and kisses from you. you were the only part of today he was looking forward to.

so when he came home to an empty house, not one with the sounds of your music or your feet rushing down the hall to greet him. he was honestly disappointed. “baby?” he called out loud enough, looking around the main floor a bit before going upstairs. now the sight before him made his heart squeeze, you curled up in the blankets of the bed with your head buried into his pillow? he wanted to cry.

that’s when he noticed it, your clothes. kuroo is as bisexual as it gets, he’s quite literally the poster child. however, in your mlm relationship it was very apparent the type of boys he was into, femboys. with a slight gulp he pulled the blanket back just a bit, careful not to wake you. the large pink night shirt that cling to your body with the literal pair of panties nearly made him pass out.

“even when you’re sleeping you aim to please me..” he mumbled running his fingers down your back before cupping your ass cheek with one hand. no movement from you yet. you two had talks about kinks before, it wasn’t uncharted territory and sure enough he remembered what he was doing right now was okay, you’d given him consent multiple times to do it but even then he still wanted fresh consent. maybe you fell asleep because you weren’t feeling good or were having a bad day and needed to sleep it off.

he lightly shook you, “hun..” he whispered leaning down to kiss your cheek softly. smiling when you whined softly. “you okay babe..? anything wrong?” he asked softly. you opened one eye, making him smile wide. “mhm…’m okay” you mumbled sitting up slightly, your shirt falling off your shoulder slightly. “that’s good..now…i have a favour to ask, kitten”

after the petname you knew what that favour was going to be. “anything for you.” you smiled softly, shifting your position so you were sitting on your knees in front of him. you knew what came next and so did he.

“sucha good boy” he praised softly, hands finding the collar around your throat. “you didn’t take it off since last night? that’s cute..maybe i’ll get you something similar that you can wear in public?” he hummed.

you knew better than to speak unless he was genuinely asking you a question but you still gave him a gently nod to show your interest.

“what a good pet…to be completely honest with you, i’ve had a terrible fucking day. you know how i get when i’m not having a good day don’t you angel?” he asked, a hint of cockiness to his tone.

“i’ll be back. by the time i am you know what i expect to see.” with that he kissed your forehead and left the room. you didn’t want to test him today, sometimes you’d be a brat but today was not that day.

you quickly stripped down, clothes folded neatly placed on the side table so they were accessible for aftercare. your hands found your lap, pressing your hands in between your legs to hide the inevitable boned that came with him using you like he wanted to. surely he wouldn’t know if you gave yourself a little attention right? it was just so hard to stop yourself..it would feel too good.

snaking one hand down you grab onto your own length, gently stroking it. you shiver a bit at the feeling, both your cold hand and the sexiness of know that if you’re caught kuroo would make your life a living hell for a couple of hours, was thrilling.

when you and kuroo started getting into bdsm he put rules in place, ones that you needed to follow in the bed and even in regular life. one of the big ones? always ask your master permission to play. it was almost like you could hear him saying it back in your head, the guilt was starting to set in but it was just too late. right as you went to stop your movements, the door opened again, leaving you and kuroo in a very long intense gaze.

“well..what do we have here love? is my good boy breaking the rules?” he simply walked over, tossing the lube among other things he brought to the side chair near the bed. “n-no i didn’t do anything!” you whined in protest.

kuroo slowly leaned down, hand gently cupping your face, “i don’t fucking believe you.” he whispered before bringing the hand on your cheek back a bit to give it a smack then quickly taking the stinging skin back in his hand. “one thing i hate more than a whore who doesn’t fucking listen is a liar.” he spits.

he could quite literally get off on the shocked expression on your face currently, “now let’s try this again. did you break a rule?” he asked, eyes literally begging you to try and lie again. “yes master..” you sighed in defeat, you knew the punishment would be bad.

“do you know what happens to naughty boys that don’t listen and lie? do you kitten?” he let go of your face now, walking over to some of the things he brought up to the room. “they get punished” you replied quickly, not wanting to give him any other reason to punish you harder. “they do…you’re so smart baby..” he came back over, shoving you flat down on your back before using a flogger over your pretty pink tip.

“if only you weren’t a needy dumb slut.” he laughed striking again. you were left there to just wiggle and take it, whines and gasps leaving your mouth like a gospel. “i just wanted to come home and have a good time with my pretty kitty..and of course your stupid cock had to ruin it.” he sighed, peering down at you slightly just to see if you were still okay but judging by your face you loved it.

“i can’t wait any fucking more. get on your hands and knees, and you better arch that fucking back” he grumbled leaning over to grab the lube. this is how you knew kuroo was stressed or upset. even if he was punishing you he always took his time giving you what you wanted but now it was straight to the point.

“god look at that beautiful ass..too bad it’s attached to a cumdump like you, it’s going to be fucking tortured today i promise you that much boy.” he hissed giving it a rough slap. you flinch forward from the sting, a loud whine leaving your mouth. that only makes him do it again, harder this time. so hard it’s already formed a raised little imprint of his hand.

with every smack you jolt forward causing your cock to rut against the blankets, there was just so many sensations at once that you couldn’t help it when you came untouched, load seeping out onto the bed.

you’re fucked.

“did you just fucking cum?” he laughs loudly, one more extremely hard slap coming down, basking in the way you scream and whine about being sensitive. “you’re fucking pathetic. is that all you need? the bare fucking minimum?” he cussed at you. “you better fucking apologize” he grunts out.

“i-i’m so sorry! ‘m sorry master i-i didn’t mean too! it just feels soo good!” you practically sobbed, babbling like an idiot about how much you love him and that you’ll do better. he loved breaking you like this but he knew it was also emotionally taxing. “what do i always tell you baby?” his voice was a bit softer now, wiping a stray tear that did slip from your eye.

“t-this is just for fun..you don’t mean anything you say” you sniffled looking up at him with those cute little eyes of yours. “that’s right. good boy” he praised, “colour??” he asked immediately after. “green” you smile giving him a little thumbs up.

with your confirmation kuroo quickly grabbed you by the small amount of hair you had, pressing your face against the tent in his pants. “good..then it’s only fair i get to cum too yeah?” he smirked, stroking your hair gently.

“yes sir you do..i promise i’ll do good for you!” you ramble quickly, tiny hands working on his dress pants buttons. he watched you with hooded lids, just admiring how quickly you were trying to please him. “maybe your punishment will end if you’re good enough, but remember kitty it won’t be easy” he smirked knowing exactly what he was going to do.

you didn’t reply, just gave him a tiny nod. if you had to work for it then you would. you pull his cock out of his pants, kitten licking at the top a few times before licking a long strip from his balls all the way back up to the tip. to say you had a oral fixation, especially when it came to kuroos cock, was an understatement.

“that’s it…g-good boy-fuck” he praised, hands roughly gripping at your hair. holding you in place when you tried to take most of his length into your mouth, what didn’t fit your hands fumbled with. however kuroo was determined to make it fit.

kuroo roughly pulled your head down onto him, basking in the sound of you choking and gagging on his cock, “awh what’s the matter? bit off more than you can chew??” he smirked fucking your face with aggression, hips snapping up flush against your cheeks.

the tears that rolled down your cheeks made him unbelievably horny that he couldn’t stop himself, grunts and moans leaving him mouth while he used yours as a person fuck toy. you knew he was close when his perfect rhythm faltered a little and his grip on you was even tighter. to show him just how bad you wanted it, your hands found his balls, rolling and playing with them.

“goddd~you want this l-load so bad huh? hm? nggh! fuckk! you want it? yeah? fucking taking it stupid slut.” he sounded so unbelievably hot you can’t even help the bit of precum now leaking from your sensitive tip. soon after his statements you felt a warm sensation flooding down your throat, almost choking and coughing slightly since there was so much.

kuroo was still letting out loud moans of exctasy, ending with a soft hum he pulled his cock out of your mouth. the second you were freed you let out a gasp for air and a little bit of a cough but kuroo didn’t care. he grabbed your chin, opening your mouth with his other hand to make sure not even a drop of his cum went to waste. “good kitty..you took my cock so well…maybe you do need a reward?” he hummed, laughing deeply when you nodded quickly.

“face down ass up pretty boy.” he stated, having no problem jerking his still sensitive cock back up into a full erection. you did exactly as he asked before feeling a cold piece of metal against your back, you knew it well. the lead that attached to your collar. after it was clicked into place there were a few kisses up your back before you heard his raspy breath in your ear, “if you cum again without my permission this ass is going to be so fucking bruised and sore you won’t be sitting for months.” he whispered softly before biting the tip of your ear.

your breath caught in your throat but you nodded quickly, “yes sir..i’ll be so good i just really need to feel you..” you whine out, having to force your hips not to rut against the bed. “it’s cute when you’re so unbelievably pathetic for me” he smirked before gently rubbing the tip of his cock against your hole. “you’re clenching around nothing..so pretty..”

you choked out a tiny sob from just how needy you were, he always did this. he liked to break you down before even touching you, you loved it. “a stupid whore” he laughed loudly before giving you another harsh smack. with that he lubed his cock up, groaning a bit from how it felt.

with that he pushed inside, moaning when he bottomed out. he had this plan where he was going to make you cockwarm him for a bit just to tease you but the second he thought about all the stupid shit he had to deal with today? his hips snapped up and aggressively into you making you scream out but he wasn’t listening.

he was stuck in his own head, mentally cussing out everyone he worked with as he fucked all his anger out into his pretty kitty. “a-ah! da-mm! daaddyy!” you whine out nearly snapping him back to reality fully. “what? can’t handle it? is it too much for you?” he spat quickly, his pace not letting up. “everyone’s-nn-fuckin’ disappointing me today! i’m not taking it from you kitten.” he seethed, basking in the sound the bed made as it smacked off the wall.

“daddy! fuckk! ‘s soo goodd” he listened to the way you moaned out, his cock twitching so hard inside you that you could feel it. “yeah? you like it when i fuck your stupid boy pussy” he grinned knowing the way that made your heart skip a beat. “come on then, prove it. show me how much you love this fucking cock, stupid bitch” he smirked smacking your seriously irritated ass cheeks.

that sparked something inside of you, your hips throwing themselves back onto his cock. your moans so loud for him it sounded like screams. “p-please!” you managed to scream out between the loud babbling that left your mouth. “please what kitty?” he grunted, doing his best to focus on you and the squeezing your ass that was practically trying to milk him.

“plea-hhng! please c-cum daddy please!” you screamed, thank fuck he didn’t have neighbours. he smirked and shoved you down so your head was pressed again the mattress, holding your head there he let out a loud fucking moan before completely stilling. you could feel it shooting out in ropes, it felt so good that you came instantly and once again untouched.

“hmm that was cute~” he hummed almost immediately back to his normal self. “colour my love?” he asked gently rubbing your back, wondering if there was possibility to go again. “red” you murmur making him nod before slowly slipping out of you. “are you hurt? was it too much?” he pouted softly, gently rolling you onto your back to keep eye contact with you.

when you couldn’t reply he gently scooped you up and carried you into the bathroom, “it’s okay baby..kuroos got ya’”

[aruuq]

29. ”Wait. Your mother’s coming?” Baji, gn!reader

Hiii! Tysm for requesting! <3 Once again, reminder of the whole event here! Requests still opened!; i made a slight kazufuyu in it, 'cause i love them

“So, what are we thinkin’ about throwing up a party, huh? Today, Chifuyu told me that we’re not opening on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day so we can drink without further consequences!” Baji speaks, chewing on a big sandwich you’ve just made him, rocking his chair back and forth carelessly. “He and Kazutora can come and it’ll be just like a double date! It’s still a lotta time so we can even organise a secret santa or other shit like this! Whatcha thinkin’, baby?”

“Hmmm…” You murmur, pouring boiling water into your coffee cup. “As much as I love this idea, I don’t think it’ll work out. My mom texted me today, saying she wants to visit us, and–”

Before you have a chance to finish your sentence, a loud THUD noise fills the room, and as you turn around, you notice Baji on the ground. You put the cup down with a loud clutter and you run to your boyfriend.

“Oh god, Keisuke, are you o–”

"Wait. Your mother’s coming?” Baji raises his head from the ground, pupils narrowing, as he stares into your eyes.

And you only blink a few times bewildered. “Really? Is this what you’re worried about?” You spit out, stopping the urge of smacking him with the kitchen towel. “Something could happen to you just now, and you’re worried about my mother visiting us on Christmas?”

The man massages the back of his head and shrugs his shoulders. “Duh! The pain is temporary, it’s nothing when compared to eternity, ya know?”

At this point you are sure something has actually happened to him when he hit his head. “And what exactly does this have to do with my mother?” You mumble, not sure if the further conversation is a wise decision, calling an ambulance seeming to be a better one.

Baji jumps at once on his feet again, patting your shoulder briefly, after he’s fixed the chair. “My fear of her is as great as the eternity itself. Now lemme go and start cleaning our apartment. We can’t let yo’ mama be disappointed with me… again.”

[michael-aftons-nonbinary-lover]

Figured there weren't enough people writing fnaf and trans readers, especially for William, so I'll do it myself

TW: none , reader is trans(ftm)

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You chewed the nail of your thumb nervously while you waited for your boyfriend, William, to return home from work. The two of you had met in a small book store on the outskirts of Hurricane when you accidentally dropped your large selection of books onto his feet. You had apologized profusely and offered to make it up to him with some coffee. Things had gone uphill from there, and you had been in a happy relationship for around 8 months.

Your reminiscing was interrupted when the jingle of keys was detected by your ears, followed by Williams warm smile and happy announcement of his arrival.

"Hello, darling! It's been such a long day without you, my love, what have you been up to?"

You sighed quietly, extremely nervous about what you were about to tell him.

"Not much, I've just been thinking a lot today."

"Uh oh, good thoughts or bad ones, because I know you tend to overthink everything that you think about, sweetheart."

"Nothing bad, just a somewhat," you pause for a moment, trying to find the right word, "sensitive, topic, is all."

"What type of topic darling, you know I don't like to see you worry so often."

You sighed deeply. You did know that, and you knew that when you worried, he worried. It was just his little way of caring, amongst other things.

"Promise you won't be mad at me, or hurt me?"

"Angel, why would I ever hurt you? There's nothing you could ever do to make me stop loving you, and I'd rather die than see you hurt. Please, just tell me what's going on love."

William plopped down next to you on the couch and held your hands in his.

"Whenever you're ready to speak, I'm ready to listen."

You took a deep breath, better to let him know than to keep him waiting, especially since you already had him so worried.

"William, I'm trans. I was born a woman, but I've never felt that way. I've always felt like a man, and now I look like one, but I just couldn't find the right time or place to tell you, and I kept getting scared to. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"Oh, darling, is that all? I don't care what people thought you were when you were born, all that matters is that you're yourself, and that you love me and I love you. Do we really need anyone else?"

You smiled warmly. Gratefully. Close to tears, even, as your boyfriend held you close to him.

"No, I guess you're right. Nothing else really matters as long as I have you."

"Splendid! Now, I was wondering if you could show me how to make those cute little pies you made last week. I've been trying to figure out how on my own, to surprise you, but I just can't seem to get it."

You chuckled to yourself.

"Of course, honey. Let me wash my hands and then we can get started."

(tysm for reading, I hope you liked it)

[reidsconverse]

The Price of Happiness - ii

Prof!Spencer X Fem!Student!Reader

Summary: Spencer and Reader discuss the terms of Spencers proposition

Warnings: 15 year age gap, Eventual Smut, Sexual Themes and Undertones, Bad Language (is this a warning?)

Word Count: 3.3K | tysm to @voidsfilm and @spencersawkward bc this wouldn't have been written without them!

A week had passed since Spencer had called you into his office, and you were yet to give him an answer. The two of you hadn't talked since that day, and it was safe to say the slight tension was getting unbearable, and you swore you had whiplash from the number of times you'd turned away from his glances. Finally, you decided enough was enough and vowed to see him after class to discuss the events of last week.

"I'll catch up with you later, I have something I need to do." You said, ignoring the look of concern your friend shot at you. They could tell something was off; you'd been quieter recently. A constant replay of your last interaction with Spencer played in your mind, and you found yourself lost in thought more often than not.

You made your way down the familiar hallway and stopped outside his door as you once again debated this whole idea. You couldn't stop the endless stream of possibilities from rushing through your head; what if he'd changed his mind? What if he'd decided to choose someone else? What if it'd all been some elaborate joke?

You quickly shook your head, trying to get rid of the doubts niggling away at your mind and knocked on his office door, waiting for permission to enter. You heard him let out a muffled "Come in" and slowly opened the door.

"Hey." You said nervously, chewing on your lip as you slowly rocked back and forth on your feet.

He froze for a moment before placing his pen down and shifted his body to face yours, "Miss Y/L/N, what can I do for you?" He said, and you suddenly felt intimidated by his attention on you.

"Do you have a minute?" You asked, walking over to sit on the chair across from him, memories of what took place in this very spot rushing through your mind as you took your seat.

"Of course," He said, a smile forming on his face," I've been meaning to talk to you. I would like to apol-" He started, but you cut him off before he could finish.

"Dr Reid, it's fine. It was fine last week and it's fine now." You reassured him, he opened his mouth to challenge you, but you spoke before he had the chance. "Would you like to get coffee...with me?" The words came out far quicker than you'd intended, wanting to get your question out of the way before you lost your nerve.

"Like..right now?" He asked with furrowed brows, and you wanted to laugh at how confused he looked.

"Only if you are free, I wouldn't want to take you away from your work." You said quickly, not wanting to seem too enthusiastic. However, you were sure your body language was giving you away already.

He hesitated for a moment; truthfully, he had a mountain of work that needed to be marked. Honestly, deep down, he knew it was a bad idea to be alone outside of school grounds with a student, but something about you made him prone to bad decisions. He looked at you for a few seconds, and he knew he'd kick himself if he passed up an opportunity to spend time with you. "Coffee sounds great." He answered with a smile.

The two of you stared at each other for a few moments before you finally decided to speak up. "So...should we go?" You asked, unsure of what he wanted to do.

"Oh right, yes let me just lock up." He said, getting up from his chair and gathering his belongings as he ushered you outside before locking his door behind him.

***************

If 3 months ago someone had told you that you would be walking to get coffee with your professor, you would've laughed. When you had signed up for his class, you could never have imagined you would be in this position. You had simply made your decision based on the young, attractive professor who would lead it and were more than intrigued. Now you didn't think anything would happen, not even when your friends spent one very drunk night trying to convince you that Professor Reid had a thing for you; they said it was something about the way he looked at you. You thought it was absurd, you didn't even think he liked you. You were always late to his class and started debates about topics that required no contradictions, which you only did because you'd grown to love the look of annoyance that crossed his face when he heard your voice, not to mention it was nice to have his attention on you.

The walk to the coffee shop was brisk; the place itself was sort of far-out, but Spencer had said it was his all-time favourite place, so you decided to check it out. You both kept the conversation to a minimum. You wouldn't say it was awkward. Still, the way your hand kept accidentally brushing against his and the occasional brush of shoulders made it hard to concentrate on anything that he said.

You felt his hand grasp your arm, halting your movements, and you turned to look at him, watching as he nodded to the building in front of you, "We're here." He said, opening the door and allowing you to walk inside first. The strong smell of coffee hit your nose the moment you entered, the familiar scent filling you with comfort. The cafe itself was small but in a quaint way; the floor to ceiling windows allowed sunlight to fill the store, and the faint sound of melodic jazz hummed through the air adding to the calm atmosphere. You could see why he liked it so much.

"Window ok?" He asked, gesturing towards the small table that was pushed up against the glass. You nodded slowly, the awkwardness of the situation becoming more apparent as you walked over and took a seat.

"Do you want coffee?" He posed another question, he was also becoming all too aware of how uncomfortable you felt, and he wasn't sure how to react.

"Oh, yeah sure thanks." You answered, fiddling with the menu that sat at the table. You heard Spencer let out a small sigh, and you quickly looked up at him. "What's wrong?" You asked.

"I should be asking you that, you asked me to coffee and now that we're here you're being weird."

"I am not being weird." You said defensively, he was right, and you knew it. Still, something in you wanted to defy his every word and every thought, regardless of whether he was correct or not.

"Yes you are, you're so...quiet, you're never quiet." He joked as he thought back to all the times he'd had to ask you to quieten down during his class or when you would argue his point just for the sake of a debate; you always had something to say, so seeing you so silent was unusual.

You let out a real laugh, not one done out of obligation, and Spencer felt himself relax as he heard that sound he was beginning to adore, "You're right, I'm sorry... it's just strange I guess," Spencer raised his eyebrow as a way to tell you to go on, "Getting coffee with my professor y'know." You finished.

"Y/N we don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with, if you need to take more time to think then you can do that." His hand subconsciously made its way to yours, and you almost took it before you remembered your surroundings; you swiftly moved your hands away, placing them on your lap as your fingers began fiddling with the edge of your skirt.

"Dr Reid, I- I just...." You began, trying to decide what to ask him about first, you'd had all week to prepare and had thought about this moment endlessly, but now that you were here, sitting opposite him, your mind was going blank.

"You have questions?" He said in an attempt to finish your sentence, and you instantly nodded in agreement, thankful that he had understood you, "Ask away."

"Why me." You asked, and you watched as his face twitched slightly, as though he was trying to conceal his genuine reaction to your question. Then, finally, he leant back in his chair and took a deep breath before answering.

"Y/N I-I told you this last week, I-" He started answering, but he didn't get to finish his sentence before you interrupted him. Although truth be told, you couldn't handle the 'I believe in you' spiel all over again, you wanted real answers, and you were going to get them.

"- See a lot of potential in me, yes I know but there's so many people in that class that are smarter than me and you could've helped any one of them. Why did you choose me?" You leant forward, closing the space he had created when he had moved away from you. Your elbows were placed against the table, your chin resting against the palm of your hand as a curious look took over your face.

"Y/N..." Spencer paused for a moment pondering the answer to your question. He knew you were clever enough to see through the answer he had prepared and that you'd be more stubborn in your questioning, and yet the speed of your rebuttal still took him by surprise.

"Dr Reid..." You teased, laughing to yourself as his eyebrows shot up in amusement.

"You don't like making things easy do you?" He said, flashing you a smile as he watched you shake your head. He was trying to hide the fact that his mind was running a million miles a minute to come up with an answer that would satisfy your curious mind. He knew he couldn't tell you the real reason he was so invested in you. But the last thing he wanted was to start this... relationship with a lie.

"I see myself in you," He confessed, and at the sight of your confusion, he continues, "W-What I mean is that...I understand how hard it is to have to balance school alongside the obstacles of life, and I want to help you out any way I can."

"Right..." Your eyes narrowed slightly as you tried to understand what he was saying, "and your way of helping me is by paying me?"

"W-Well not you specifically but I would like to pay for expenses related to your education and strictly your education." He replied quickly, "like tuition or your books."

"Oh wow, that's..wow. Could I have a moment to think?" You asked, and he nodded as he quickly got up and walked over to the counter to finally order your drinks. He watched as you leant back in your chair and averted your gaze to the view outside the window, truthfully he did his best to refrain from profiling you, but he couldn't help it. The furrow of your brows and the way your arms moved across your chest sent him small signals indicating your thought process, and he began to prepare himself for the rejection you were about to throw at him. Finally, he picked up the drinks from the counter and made his way back to the table, setting your cup in front of you.

You silently thanked him for the drink and looked up at him, following his movements as he sat back in his chair and adjusted himself. "Okay...I accept your offer." You said, the words coming out hesitantly, you weren't naive, you knew his offer had to have some sort of underlying motive, but something about the sincerity in his eyes, and the genuine kindness in his voice told you to trust him, "But we have to work out some more terms and I have some more questions."

"Of course, you can ask anything you like." He said with an understanding smile, the type of smile that instantly put your mind at ease.

"How can you afford this? I mean I know you have a cool job and I'm sure teaching a bunch of college kids in your spare time is rewarded fairly but you know as well as I do that tuition is way more than any government salary and I don't want to lecture you on your finances but," You paused for a moment, your face burning hot as you realised you had been rambling and embarrassment took over. "Sorry." You grinned sheepishly.

"It's fine...I-uh, I just came into some money, more than I need and I want to use it to help someone, and that someone just so happens to be you." He says with a shrug, and you don't doubt that there's more to the story. Still, you decide to let it slide, opting to make a mental note to ask him about this mysterious sum of money another day.

"Well, that's very noble of you Dr Reid." So you said, and although it came off as a joke, you truly were appreciative. You knew that the gravity of his offer hadn't quite hit you yet. The positive impact it would have on your life wasn't lost on you, but you couldn't deny the whole situation felt surreal.

It was silent for a while, but comfortable silence. Your eyes glanced over at Spencer occasionally, wondering what was going through his mind in the brief moments the conversation stalled, and you cursed yourself for not paying attention in his class. If you had, you'd probably be able to read his emotions, to get a feel of what he was thinking. You had spent the last few days debating whether or not to research him, not in a weird way, but you wanted to know more about him before you considered his offer. You knew the obvious from when he'd introduced himself on the first day of class; he worked for the FBI. He had an array of educational accolades, but he didn't divulge into his personal life. You thought back to the woman and kids in the pictures in his office; you still didn't know who they were, and you decided now was the time to find out.

"Dr Reid?" You asked quietly, you didn't want to overstep, but you felt like you had a moral duty to yourself to make sure what you had agreed to wouldn't be harming anyone.

"Y/N?" He replied before lifting his cup to his lips; the steam from the hot drink fogged up his glasses and you felt your heart momentarily stutter at how adorable he looked, but you quickly shook out of it.

"Are you married?" The words came out quickly, but Spencer was choking on his drink and devolving into a coughing fit before you could even finish. You jumped up into action, handing him multiple napkins to clean himself up as apologies tumbled out of your mouth.

You made your way back to your seat and watched as he wiped up the spilt coffee before cleaning his face and turning to you with a serious expression, "Of course not Y/N, why would you think that?"

"I just...I saw the pictures in your office and I..." You said, stuttering over your words.

"The boys are my godchildren and the woman, Penelope, is my friend and colleague." He said, and you felt your shoulders visibly relax as an embarrassed smile crept onto your face.

"Oh..right sorry I- I just wanted to make sure...." You started, but he held his hand out to ask you to stop and interjected before you could finish.

"I understand Y/N, it- it just took me by surprise." He smiled at you, and you were about to say something in return when his phone rang. He quickly fumbled through his pockets to collect his rather old looking cellphone before looking at you apologetically and answering the call. All you heard was a hushed "Emily?" before he got up and walked outside to continue the conversation.

You used this time to check your phone and realised a couple of hours had passed since you'd looked at it, you had several missed calls from your friend, and you quickly called her back, the phone barely ringing twice before she picked up.

"Hey, where are you?" She asked, her voice laced with concern.

"Uh, I'm just at some coffee shop downtown why?" You slumped in the chair and looked out the window, getting distracted by Spencer pacing outside, and as if he could sense your gaze on him, he looked back at you and smiled. You sent him an awkward wave, and he quickly turned his back to you, focusing on his conversation. You'd almost forgotten you were on the phone when your friend's voice crackling through the phone brought you back to reality.

"Y/N? I asked if you were alone?" Her tone was quickly turning suspicious, and you couldn't blame her. You were acting weird or at least different than usual.

"Uhhh...yeah I'm alone" You began biting at your lip as you nervously began fiddling with the chain around your neck, you'd never been good at lying, especially not to your friends, and the guilt was quickly setting in.

"Right...because I just saw you about 30 minutes ago engaged in a very interesting looking conversation with Professor Reid."

To say you were speechless was an understatement; you knew there was a possibility of someone seeing you, especially with where you were sitting, but you didn't expect it to actually happen. You were about to answer when the bell attached to the door rang, and you saw Spencer walk back in. You sighed quickly before saying, "Look... I'll explain everything when I get home just don't tell anyone okay?" and you put the phone down before hearing her reply.

Spencer walked back over to the table and picked up the jacket he had draped over his chair, and put it back on before collecting the rest of his things, his actions were rushed, and you had a feeling this coffee 'date' would be ending pretty soon. "Is everything ok?" You asked him.

"I have to go." He said, collecting your cups and throwing them in the trash. He saw the frown across your face and stopped for a moment; his hand gently came up to touch your arm. "Y/N I know we still have a lot to discuss." He paused for a moment and got out a notepad and pen from his messenger bag before scribbling something onto the paper, ripping it off and handing it to you.

You looked up at him with a confused expression; your fingers gripped the small slip of paper tightly, "What is this?"

"Text me or call me, whatever you prefer." He saw the hesitation on your face and continued. "You don't have to, I just thought it would be a good idea in case you had any more questions before we see each other next."

You nodded wordlessly and placed the slip of paper in your pocket, making sure it was safely secured before looking back at him. He began walking outside the shop, and you instinctively followed, the fresh air refreshing against your flushed skin. "Well...thank you for the coffee."

He smiled at you before answering, "No problem Y/N. I have to go but I'll see you soon okay?" His fingers twitched as he resisted the urge to reach out and hug you; he buried his hands in his pockets and watched as you subconsciously copied his actions.

"See you soon Dr Reid." You watched him walk away and quickly hail a cab before getting in. Your eyes followed the car until it was out of your sight, and you released a breath you didn't know you were holding.

What did you just get yourself into

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Hi there! I would first like to say I’m a huge fan of both your art and your writing~ your posts make my brain release the happy chemicals ♡

If it’s ok I was wondering if I could request Garou with a shy s/o who works up the courage to surprise him by wearing lingerie?? (〃ω〃) only if you want to tho of course

tysm, ily!

✯Lingerie Fever✯

Garou × Fem!Reader

You stood in front of the pristine glass window of the only adult shop in your district, wishfully eyeing the beautifully assorted contents on the other side of it. The pretty little store mannequins stood proudly, in poses you could never pull off, wearing provocative attire, some adorning cuter variations while others had more sexy designs.

This whole situation was strange. People passed by behind you giving you strange looks as you wiggled anxiously near the store window.

You were too occupied to notice their stares, too invested in your own thoughts to care about your surroundings.

Your lover, Garou was out at work, earning a living for the two of you which left you home alone. With nothing to do but watch mindless television, you had opted to go for a little outing.

•••

You had gained an interest in intimate apparel on a lazy Monday, after your boyfriend had left for work and you stumbled upon a romantic advice blog while leisurely surfing the web on your laptop.

'How to Make Your Boyfriend the Happiest in the World!'

Having nothing interesting to do, you clicked on the link, intrigued by the title. The first few tips it gave were fairly ordinary.

'You can only touch a man's heart through his stomach!' or 'Men love complements on their hair and outfit'. Nothing too surprising came up, until you had reached the absolute end of the blog. Suddenly, you found yourself flustered at the blush inducing words on your screen.

'A man cannot resist a woman in erotic attire...'

That last little tip had sent you into a shameless daydream as you thought about it more and more. You? Dress up in sexy clothes for Garou? Was the room getting hotter or were you just overheating?

But the more you pondered on the shameless idea, the more it started to occur to you that the only time you ever dressed up for him was on Valentine's Day and even then it was just a cute dress or a pretty frock.

But nothing sexy...

•••

You squinted and stuck your tongue out, trying to read the price tags from outside of the store but had no luck. The numbers were way too small.

A clerk, while dusting inside the shop noticed your strange behaviour and ran over to open up the door. She watched you peculiarly for a few seconds before speaking.

"Uh ma'am, if you're looking for a set you should come inside. We have a lot to choose from!"

You jumped in surprise and frantically waved your hands in front of you, blabbing out no's.

"Ack- I uh, no no. It's ok! I was just looking!"

The shop lady smiled and gestured for you to head inside with her. Her brown bob bounced as she jovially explained.

"If you were looking, you were obviously interested. Come in and I'll show you some that'll really suit you!"

You gulped and hesitantly nodded, following the saleswoman into the store. Walking through the doors, your eyes landed on the exquisite bras and panties. You gasped quietly, unable to comprehend the sheer erotic beauty of all of them.

"A-a-are these...real?"

The woman chuckled at you, her hand coming up to stifle the noise.

"What a silly question! Of course they're real."

You scratched your neck, embarrassed at your naivety and lack of knowledge about erotic clothing.

"What's your name?"

You blinked a few times and shyly answered.

"O-oh, I'm Y/N."

"Well Y/N, how about you take a look around. I'll be right here behind the counter waiting for you when you're finished."

You shyly nodded, flashing her a small smile.

You took a deep breath, making up your mind.

'Ok Y/N! No more shyness! Just choose one you like! Garou will love it too...right?'

You shook your head and continued to observe the clothes.

A tall skinny mannequin with her hand on her hip, wore a black, lacy set, crotchless and sexy. A bit too sexy for you...

The one next to it, a shorter bustier dummy adorned a pink satin nightie, white lace around the edges but showed off too much cleavage at first glance. Whoa, that's a lot of exposure!

Another one that caught your eye stood in the middle of the room, a spotlight highlighting it's intricate features, obviously the most beautiful one in the store.

An adorable white baby doll two piece, satin bows and tulle flowers lined the tips, strings to tighten and loosen twisted up the front. Two innocent little ruffle crew socks came with the stunning set, perfecting it.

Your eyes sparkled in awe, your brain screamed 'this is the one!'

Your mouth agape, you eyed the pretty mannequin, looking for a price.

"This is your first time buying, isn't it?"

You broke out of your trance, turning to look at the saleswoman with a sheepish grin.

"Y-yes. I've never really had the um... interest in these sorts of things..."

"Ah, I see. Well, did you find the one you want?"

You nodded your head, avoiding eye contact with her.

You hesitantly pointed to the one you liked and spoke.

"I r-really liked that one. Is there one in m-my s-size?"

You could barely speak without stuttering, much too shy.

"Of course. You have good taste for a first-timer. It's pricey but worth it."

You took a deep breath and shakily asked for the price.

"That one's our latest model, inported all the way from (foreign country). It costs more than most of the other ones here."

You took in the information, still curious to see if you could afford it.

"It's 12000 yen. But I assure you, the price isn't the only thing that's high quality."

You slumped your shoulders, already defeated at hearing the cost of the pair.

"I-its so much for a bra and underwear..."

You whined quietly to yourself, dejected. Who would carry around so much money. You'd have to hit up an ATM somewhere, but the nearest one was four blocks away.

The day wasn't getting any brighter either and you'd have to be home before Garou to avoid any awkward questions about your whereabouts.

You sighed, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

"C-can I come back for this one next week?"

You bashfully played with your fingers while asking.

"Well, it's an exquisite piece, I'm not sure if I can hold it off for you for more than a day or two..."

She apologized but you assured her it was not an issue. Looks like you'd have to buy it earlier and hide it in your shared closet, at least until the time was right.

>>

You had returned home a while back, changed into one of Garou's white t-shirts and began preparing for dinner. Garou had come home not long after you, completely oblivious to your little outing. You had decided against telling him, it would only lead to unwanted questions.

While stirring the curry pot, your thoughts went back to that stunning piece that awaited you in that lingerie store. It was so pretty, you wanted it now. Not just for Garou but for yourself as well.

As of now, Garou rested peacefully in your bedroom, so very tired from working so hard. He's the sweetest guy you'd ever met, well after you had gotten to know him.

To others he might look like a brute, scary and standoffish, but to you...

He was perfect. Flawed, but perfect.

Putting the lid back on and turning off the stove, you quietly made your way to where Garou slept, tip-toeing over and standing next to where he snored.

He looked so relaxed, it almost made you want to curl up next to him, but then nobody would eat that amazing beef curry you had prepared. You'd have to wake him up, you almost felt bad.

Nudging his shoulder with your hand, you tried pushing him to stir him out of sleep but he stayed snoring, turning around and hiding his face with his arm.

You internally groaned. This time you tried quietly whispering him awake.

"G-Garou... Garou, wake up."

He whined ruggedly, and shifted again turning back to you, still asleep.

"Don't you want dinner?"

He sleepily shook his head, too tired to verbally respond.

You rubbed your face with your palms aggressively. He's just so cute!

You looked at him with adoration, a gentle smile gracing your lips. He's not waking up anytime soon, might as well give him a little kiss.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you lowered your head downwards and placed a sweet peck on his cheek, giggling to yourself as you rushed to the kitchen to set the table and let your boyfriend sleep for a few more minutes.

You took out the silver forks and spoons, washing them and readying them to place on the dinner table next to the served plates of curry and rice.

"All this time we've been together and all ya' give me is a kiss on the cheek?"

Came a familiar voice, deeper than normal.

"O-oh, Garou! You surprised me..."

You whispered shyly, clutching the silverware closer to your chest.

"D-dinner, I mean... I made curry for dinner."

"Sit, I'll get you a glass of water..."

Garou seated himself down onto his usual chair and waited for you to completely get the table ready.

"That colour. It looks good on ya'..."

After shakily pouring water into Garou's jug and your cup, you finally took a seat, straightening yourself out.

"Thank you, Garou..."

You thanked, happy that he thought you were appealing.

"How was work?"

Garou shrugged, same old, same old.

"And you? What'd you do?"

You played with your food, pushing the curry around with your spoon, cutely shrugging, not speaking one bit.

"Yer' actin' awfully weird. Somethin' wrong?"

You shook your head and gulped nervously, shifting your line of sight from his face to your plate. Clearing your throat, you took a large spoonful and chewed, trying to avoid answering his question.

"Yer' so cute..."

Garou's voice retained its deep pitch, possibly becoming even lower than before.

"Ya' know, I just woke up so I ain't fallin' asleep anytime soon..."

You swallowed the mouthful and tilted your head, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

Garou raised a brow, smirking.

"We could..."

...

After the realization of what he actually meant hit you, you snorted while taking a sip from your cup, falling into a coughing fit in your seat. As soon as the coughing stopped, you spoke, surprised at his suggestion.

"W-what? I-ok, uh..."

"We don't need'ta if ya' dont wanna..."

You calmly shook your head and reached over the table, placing your petite hand over his.

"N-no, I mean we can... that sounds, that sounds good..."

You bashfully confirmed, smiling, avoiding his gaze.

"Well then, start chewin' faster cus' once I'm done, there won't be any time to finish yer' food..."

Your flushed, your body becoming hot as you fidgeted in your seat.

>>

You took a deep breath of air before pushing open the glass doors, entering the building.

That morning, after Garou had gone off to work, you picked up your keys and your purse, running to the bank to withdraw just enough money for the lingerie piece you liked.

Today, you were going to buy it!

You had been prepping yourself up for it since last night, thinking about how much better the night would've been if you had worn something like that. Not that it wasn't amazing without it, it was. With Garou, it always was, but you wanted to contribute to his pleasure too!

You spotted the woman from before and slowly walked up to her, tapping her on the shoulder.

She looked up from her leaning position over the cash counter, took out her earbuds and cast you a knowing look.

"So, you're here for the set I presume?"

Nodding, you fidgeted, shyly smiling in excitement.

"Thought so..."

The woman led you to the changing rooms and you followed.

"So your partner, what're they like?"

"W-well, he's very strong and cool..."

You shyly twirled your hair, while walking, going deeper into the store.

"And...he's really handsome and c-cute."

"He's also smart... sometimes..."

The saleswoman chuckled and halted in front of the changing room door.

"Sounds like a catch."

You chuckled softly. Yes, yes he is.

"I'll bring some sizes and colors over, tell me which one fits best and we'll pack it up, kay'?"

"Thank you. You're so kind..."

"Don't mention it."

The woman promptly left to go fetch you every variation of the babydoll set, and you excitedly tried on each one.

After going through what seemed like thirty different colours of the same piece, you finally found one that suit you just right, and it was in a colour Garou actually appreciated you in.

You absolutely loved it!

You stood near the register, happily paying for the lingerie. The woman proceeded to securely pack it for you, chuckling at your eagerness.

"Stay confident in this piece, it really suits you!"

She pumped you up, giving you a boost of confidence that you really needed. This feeling was so amazing, like nothing could ruin your day!

It was so empowering!

Is this how men feel?

Vigorously bowing, you thanked her for her service and enthusiastically pushed open the shop doors, exiting the establishment.

>>

A couple of days had passed since you had purchased the fine piece of clothing, hiding it meticulously at the very back of your closet, where Garou could never find it.

You contemplated whether tonight was an appropriate time to wear it. It was a glorious Sunday and Garou had come home an hour ago from mingling among his colleagues. The boys had held some get-together today and he was invited, acting as if it was something dreadful but secretly, you knew he was excited to have friends.

Garou laid under you on the bed, sprawled out, taking up most of it. You laid on top of his chest facing him, one of his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you flush against him.

"Garou, did you have fun with your friends today?"

He gave a single affirmative nod.

"What did you guys do?"

He shrugged, explaining bluntly.

"Sat around with a case of cola at the bridge..."

"Had a drinking contest, which I won."

Obviously.

"No one can finish five cokes in ten seconds like you can."

You could feel Garou smirking as his arm around your waist got tighter and his free hand came to squeeze your cheek.

"You know it, sweetheart..."

He left an airy kiss at your temple and you happily wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I missed you a lot today."

You sheepishly admitted, burying your face into his chest, revelling in his scent.

"I couldn't stop thinkin' about ya' either..."

✯✯✯

You lifted your head to face him, interested in what he had to say.

"Believe me when I say I was itchin' to come home..."

Oh, his voice just lowered in tone. You gulped.

"All I could think about was you under me."

"Y-you're just saying that!"

Garou chuckled, his chest shaking under you as he did so.

"Now, why would I do that?"

"Because you like teasing me!"

He snickered, pulling you into a make-out session, tongue and all.

Before things could get too heated, you sat upright on his belly, hands pushing on his chest to keep him down.

Now would be the perfect time to show him the lingerie...

"What's wrong! Not feelin' it today?"

You shook your head and carefully got off of him. You opened up your wooden closet, slipping out the plastic bag that contained the special clothes.

Garou quirked a scruffy brow, confusion evident on his chiseled face.

"What the hell are ya' doin?"

You didn't answer. He'll find out soon enough.

"W-wait here, please..."

Garou obeyed your timid command and waited, sitting up at the edge of the bed, hunched over.

A considerable amount of time had passed and Garou pondered on whether to go look for you. What's takin' so long? Did you faint or somethin'?

You stood in your bathroom, adorning the dazzling lingerie, checking yourself out in the tall standing mirror. You thought you looked pretty good. You hoped Garou would appreciate you too...

Heaving out a nervous sigh, you anxiously strode back to your bedroom, stopping in front of the doorframe.

Garou heard your shuffling footsteps and looked up, eyes going from bored to shocked in a matter of seconds.

"Wha-what's all this?"

His voice sounded light, fluttering almost. His eyes stayed wide and shimmering and mouth hung open. Garou's cheeks began turning warmer, a darker shade than usual, catching your eye.

You shyly fidgeted near the door, fingers nervously twiddling in front of you.

A smile graced your features and Garou outstretched a hand and you placed your palm in his. He pulled you closer to him to see everything in better detail. You stood in front of his seated form holding his hand.

"I, I thought you'd like it so I..."

You murmured softly, glancing at his face to see his reaction.

"Yeah, I do. Ya' look...."

He bit his lip, looking you up and down. His free hand circled your hip, admiring the intricate lace that hung around your panties.

"...I can't say."

His hand glided over your stomach, fingers wrapping around the cup of your designer bra.

"Feels so good to touch."

You turned warmer, shuddering at his fluttering brushes.

"I-I want you t-to touch me..."

A meek sigh left your lips as he squeezed and rubbed your breast, his other hand keeping you still by your thigh.

"C'mere."

You gently sat down next to him, the mattress springing as you did. Bringing your fingers to his lips, he kept his nose pressed against them.

"This is a dream..."

"Yer' a dream..."

Garou's eyes watched as the netted flowers at the edge of your bra tickled your skin. He observed curiously, your movement, the shudders and mewls as he held your shoulder closer to him, squeezing and massaging your chest.

Your own fingers glazed over his semi-erect bulge and Garou groaned in satisfaction.

"It's been so long since we last did it..."

His statement prompted a chuckle and you replied.

"It's only been a few days..."

Garou's cheeks darkened even more and he wittily responded to your claim.

"A few days too many."

He kissed your neck, slowly trailing downwards until he reached your exposed shoulders, nipping at the soft flesh.

"Yer' too much for me."

He expressed everything lightly, his voice a mere whisper in your ears.

But, as if a switch had been flipped, his personality suddenly no longer remained tooth-rottingly sweet. Instead, emerged a growl from his throat, after which he let the most obscene words leave his mouth.

"Yer' tits look so good that way..."

He kissed the exposed surface of your breast, his eyes immediately darting to yours to capture your reaction.

You sighed in pleasure, his kisses and touches becoming more lewd each second.

Now, he sounded serious and much more domineering.

"Damn, those panties are too small for yer' ass!"

You took everything with humility, accepting his shameless complements.

It wasn't until his last statement that you felt really embarrassed.

His voice commanded you, instructed you deeply and slowly.

"Now, get on that bad and don't move until I get back with the camera..."

✯✯✯

Safe to say, Garou was really pleased with you that night. The two of you had gone at it till the break of dawn and now laid peacefully in each others embrace. Garou had stopped at nothing last night, having you so close in the clothes you were wearing just for him.

He had thought you looked absolutely ethereal in that babydoll piece, looking so innocently sexy. It was enough to keep him going for hours without end.

The two of you had definitely explored each others intimacy that night, broke some limits but enjoyed each other nonetheless.

After that experience, Garou demanded more and you happily provided. He couldn't get enough of you.

••End••

Bonus:

Garou carefully eyed the extravagant sets of garments lined up in front of him, some bolder and some more modest, all with different patterns and sizes. Holding a plastic bag containing your tasteful set of lingerie, he treaded deeper into the shop to look for a new one for you.

He wondered which one would suit you, pondering on the idea that you would want a sexier variation this time.

The establishment he walked through was the only one in his city, a rather renowned one at that. He didn't even know a store like this existed where he lived.

For now, he remained confused on which one he should get. They all seemed good and he thought virtually anything looked good on you. He was so lost in thought, it took him a while to notice someone had tapped him on the shoulder.

"Looking for anything in particular?"

A saleswoman stood behind him, waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, got anything like this but in this exact size?"

She asked him familiar questions about his lover and he answered shortly, somewhat annoyed at her prying.

The woman smirked, showing him almost all of the lingerie that the store had, especially the ones that would look good on you.

By the time Garou was done looking through everything, he had already found one he really liked and was in the process of purchasing it at the front desk.

The same woman kept a constant smirk on her face while scanning, removing the tags and packing the clothes up.

Garou hurriedly thanked her and pushed open the front door of the store, ready to depart.

Just then, a voice from behind him spoke out, making him turn his head with surprised eyes and a pretty pink blush on his cheeks.

"Say hello to Y/N for me!"

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Ahhh, finally it's out. Now, I sleep. Nah jk I have other ones to finish ಥ‿ಥ

[lue-arlert]

CONGRATS ON 100 AND HERE'S TO MANY MORE!!

I would love a scenario with Eren and Jean 💕 NSFW and not a sugar baby.. tysm!! Love this event 💕

Hi Brooke, thank you so much! I’m happy to tell you about your raunchy, daring movie date with Eren and Jean! Enjoy ♡

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You immediately knew you were going to have a great night. The men that approached you under the awning of the movie theater were fucking handsome. How did you get so lucky?

The brunet, sporting a lazy bun, wearing a slate blue button up shirt and khaki slacks had his hands tucked into his pockets, while the taller ashy-mulleted man wore a black turtleneck and dark wash jeans, his arms loose at his sides, but fingers fidgeting nervously, stepped up to you with smiles on their faces.

“Hi,” you squeaked, pushing yourself away from leaning on the wall. “It’s good to meet you guys.” You hugged both of them, struggling not to moan from their mouth-watering scents.

“You, too.” Eren grinned, looking down at you.

You had met them in an online chat room, bonding over your favorite movie franchise, of which you were about to see its newest release.

Jean leaned down and left a kiss on your cheek, smiling at you as you blushed. “You’re more beautiful in person than your profile picture leads you to be.”

“Oh, stop it,” you laughed as your blush deepened.

“Shall we?” Eren chuckled, holding his elbow out to you.

You nodded eagerly and gladly accepted his arm, linking your hand around it and walking with them to the ticket window.

Once your tickets were in-hand, the three of you stood at the snack counter, mulling over the menu before settling on the idea of sharing a bucket of popcorn, three different candies dished out between the lot of you, and each having your own soft drink.

You were giddy at the daydream that somehow all three of you would be reaching for the popcorn at the same time, fingers and palms bumping in the warm, buttery snack only to lead to fits of shy laughter.

Pulling yourself from your imagination, you followed them into the theater room and picked a row of seats slightly in the middle of the room.

Patrons poured in, less than you’d expected for such a highly popular film to draw in, but enough that they could comfortably scatter and find their own areas to watch the movie in peace.

You sat yourself between the men, looking between both of them with an excited smile on your face.

“Aren’t you going to get cold?” Jean asked, pointing at your outfit of denim shorts and a plain tank top.

“Oh, I’ll be fine.” You waved your hand passively and sat upright as the lights dimmed and the movie credits began to roll.

You’d seen these same credits many times, being reused for other movies that were shown in the theater, which you frequented.

Once the movie finally started, you popped some of your candy into your mouth, chewing the delicious, sugary treat.

The movie was already incredible—you knew your chat room was going to hold fun discussions about it, the action of it obviously catered to a high budget from the producers. The dry humor was a nice touch to the film, usually putting a smile on your face and giggle on your tongue.

Your words came to bite you in the ass—you were suddenly not fine, the theater’s chilling air conditioner now lapping your skin, throwing goosebumps over your body.

It was as if the men read your mind that you were suddenly cold—Eren’s arm draped around your shoulders, scooting closer to you as he did so. Jean rested a large hand on your thigh, the warmth of his skin radiating over your leg.

This felt so wonderful, having both of these men at your sides. You could make snide comments with them, judging cheesy parts of the movie and pointing out things that you liked and characters where you swore you recognized the actor from another movie or show, but couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

Speaking of fingers—Jean’s were trailing up your thigh, leaving little paths of heat as he circled your skin, drawing patterns with his fingertips.

It was a lovely feeling, something you enjoyed greatly, and wow, he was good at it. What you weren’t ready for was when his fingers found their way further up your thigh, dipping inwards and pinching the fat of your leg.

You squeaked and your thighs twitched open as you turned to look at him.

“Jean!” You chided in a harsh whisper.

He only smirked, eyes still on the screen. He said nothing else to you, but moved his fingers higher, and… maybe you weren’t going to stop him. His fingers felt so good against you.

So you let him continue, turning back to watch the movie, cheeks and ears hot.

The little swirls and grazes soon had a deep effect on you. You could feel yourself growing wet from his touches. Were you embarrassed by how oddly horny this was making you? Eh, not really.

It only became worse when Eren’s hand slid down from your shoulder over your breast, cupping you gently over your shirt.

Your hand flew to his thigh as this action, and you bit back a yelp as you looked over at him. “What are you doing?” You whispered.

He leaned in close to you, touching his lips to your ear. “If Jean gets to touch you, so do I.”

Now you were embarrassed. Eren caught you enjoying Jean’s touches—and he especially knew you were enjoying them now that he found your hardened nipple, brushing his fingertip over it through your top.

“You’re getting kinda worked up, aren’t you?” He said in a low voice, vibrating in your ear.

Your breath hitched as he pinched your nipple, then you bit back a whimper as Jean’s fingers found their way under your shorts, barely grazing the lips of your pussy.

“I-I…” You had no defense. You were getting worked up, it was very pleasant having these men touching you.

Jean leaned to the side and nuzzled your cheek as his fingers slid further into your shorts, gently touching your slit through your panties. “Are you wet, beautiful?”

You let out your whimper now, nodding once. “Yeah,” you shyly said.

“Good.” He kissed your cheek and began to twirl his fingers once more, this time over your clit, while Eren continued to pinch your nipple and grope your tit.

You were flooded with pleasure, and you weren’t sure how to handle this. You just met these guys (in real life at least, you knew them pretty well online) and they were already touching you and making you feel tingly and warm.

You couldn’t stop them. There’s no way you could let this pleasure go.

Shifting slightly, you angled your body so that your top half was closer to Eren, and your lower half closer to Jean, knees spreading further.

Jean was absolutely enamored with how soaked you were for them, and he was too eager to push your panties to the side, sliding them carefully away from your dripping cunt so he could push his fingers into your folds, massaging the lips and pinching your clit between his forefinger and thumb.

You held your breath, clenching your hand on Eren’s thigh, the fabric of his pants bunching up between your fingers.

This made him chuckle, and he reached across himself with his free hand to grab your other tit, palming it in circles as he watched you force your head from leaning back.

“Does that feel good, angel?” He asked in a low, sultry voice, dipping his lips down to kiss your neck.

Your answer was stuck in your throat as Jean slipped a finger inside of you, slowly pumping it in and out of your tight hole.

You bucked your hips and slid down in your seat just a bit, allowing him better access.

Eren began to suck at your skin, squeezing your tits a little harder now, loving the plushness of them in his palms.

You bit your lips as hooked his thumb into the neckline of your tank top pulling it down until your breast popped out, making you gasp.

“Eren!” You screeched in a low voice. “There’s people here!”

“Shh, it’s okay, angel.” He kissed at your neck, trailing down to your clavicle. “Just focus on Jean finger fucking you, they’re not paying us any mind.”

You struggled to keep yourself level-headed, struggled to keep your breath steady.

Fuck, this felt so good.

The idea of getting caught suddenly became thrilling to you, and you allowed the men to continue their work on your body.

Your stomach was fluttering desperately at the feeling of Jean’s finger brushing your plush walls, and it didn’t take long for him to find that spot.

And now you were struggling to hold back your moans, licking your lips and biting your tongue to keep yourself quiet.

It was difficult, god was it difficult, Jean’s finger felt like magic inside you, and Eren’s lips like heaven as he continued to kiss at your skin, cupping your exposed tit in the cold air.

His lips trailed further down your chest until he could envelope your nipple in his warm mouth, and this sent you over the edge, had you letting out a quiet, shaky moan.

He chuckled against your skin and began to suck at your hardened bud, while Jean continued his fingering.

Between the two of them fondling and groping and licking at you, you could feel an on-coming orgasm.

How embarrassing would it be to fucking cum in a movie theater?

You didn’t care.

The only thing you cared about was your hips rocking with Jean’s motions, and Eren’s soft lips and heavy tongue still working on your breast.

All too soon, that build up was approaching, and your fist tightened around Eren’s pants, your free hand wrapped around Jean’s arm.

“Guys, please,” you whimpered quietly. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna—”

You sucked in a breath, your stomach growing hot and abs flexing as you suddenly broke, your dam flooding with your cum pouring into Jean’s palm.

He didn’t stop his ministrations until you were twitching and whining, and only when he pulled his hand away did Eren stop his sucking of your tit, sitting back against his seat after returning your tank top to its previous position.

Jean reached around you, holding his finger out to Eren. “Here, I’ll let you taste,” he whispered to the brunet.

Eren happily wrapped his lips around Jean’s finger, licking up your juices and then turning to you, kissing your cheek. “How do you feel, angel?”

“S’good,” you breathed, a trembling smile covering your lips. “S’hot.”

Jean chuckled at your words and leaned in, kissing your other cheek, then your ear lobe. “Let’s finish the movie now, yeah?”

You nodded, your panties still pushed aside, but you didn’t care to fix them, too fucked out by their touches and kisses to bother with it.

You already decided you wanted a second date.

Lue Arlert’s 100 Followers First Date Event - CLOSED

[tundrainafrica]

Hey so how does it feel to carry the entire Levihan fandom on your back? I absolutely love all your stories! I always look forward to when you update! I had an idea for a fic but I haven't seen anyone do it. Where past levi wakes ups ( when he only sees hange as a friend) in the future to find that he's happily married to hange or living domestically with her and just contemplates his feelings for her

Title: Unwritten

Summary:

“Hange Zoe. One of the reasons why she creates really quality works is because aside from writing the script, she’s very hands on with everything from the direction, to the design and just the overall production… And she knows how to do it. When I watch her movies, it feels like they're peering into my soul or something.”

“Peering into your soul…” It was a tacky choice of words and Levi could only repeat them with some level of disbelief.

“What makes Hange Zoe's writing special are those in betweens. The unwritten parts... if you know what I mean?" 

Levi is assigned to work with screenwriter Hange Zoe and he is left constantly wondering why the hell she's taking her work so seriously.

Link: AO3

Note: I conceptualized this long fic after looking through a some of the prompts in my inbox and playing with them.. TYSM to everyone who sent those. I won't be dropping all the prompts I used when making this now because it might end up spoiling the fic as a whole but I will be dropping the prompts with every chapter I updated.

This fic doesn't actually follow any prompt strictly, I twisted the prompts around them, tore them apart, put them together so they might seem unrecognizable for some.

Either way, I'm very grateful to readers who are sending me prompts. It keeps me writing and brainstorming even when life gets terribly busy.

So thank you for them :D. I'm trying to get back to posting my writing more regularly again and this fic has been sitting in my folder for a while, I was just a little nervous to post it. Thanks to itShailaAM for looking through it!

If neither of us remember anything… Then it’s like it never happened right?

The voice was nostalgic, heart wrenchingly nostalgic. It had a unique way of twisting at his gut, spidering up his spine then leaving an almost painful pang in his chest.

Despite the overwhelming sensations, Levi found himself still able to take control.

So he reached out.

Then he was chasing after her again.

Chasing… He then wondered. How long had he been chasing? How long had he been awake?

With the first light of morning, whatever message, whatever meaning he could have made up for himself dissipated.

Or maybe it was never there to begin with.

For the first time in years or even decades, Levi was wasting his early morning window before work. He wasn’t doing much of anything but staring up at the white ceiling in some feeble attempt to make sense of it again. He came up empty save for two things: a faint throbbing in his head and a half hearted conclusion that maybe it really was just some fevered dream.

“Good morning!"  Someone was right next to him. Her voice was higher, more mellow. A hairs breadth away from his ear though, it grated.

Levi narrowed his eyes and the blur cleared somewhat. “Petra?” He heard himself speak. He was in an unfamiliar in-between, completely in control of himself, yet strangely disconnected. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Petra put one hand on the back of her head and gave him a sheepish grin. “Sorry about barging in like this…” She didn’t have to apologize. They were childhood friends and with all the family gatherings they had spent together growing up, they were more than comfortable just flitting in and out of each other’s apartments.

Levi didn’t respond. There were more important things to think about like the slow and almost painful process of sitting up. That morning, he was a little more careful than usual.

“Your mom told me to check on you.” Petra continued.

“Typical,” he muttered coldly. He turned towards the window, and took in the view of the blue sky, a few stories above ground. It should calm him if he stared at it long enough. “She always overreacts,” he added. At that point, the crankiness had started to subside and Levi realized he didn’t mind the doting too much. His mother had always been like that anyway. Growing up, a sprained ankle or an animal bite from a family pet had always been enough for Kuchel to insist on a visit to the doctor.

Petra let out a dry chuckle. “I don’t blame her though. Since the accident, she’s been asking about you every...”

Everyday. Levi completed it for her. He wouldn’t be surprised if his mother had asked about him every hour. “She can always ask me directly,” he said out loud before Petra could finish. He didn’t feel too bad about interrupting. Petra had been speaking particularly slowly since a while ago and if he let her speak like that for any longer, they might not get anything done.

As if she had read his mind or at least noticed the impatience, she immediately gathered herself. “You always downplay it,” she said, more clearly this time.

“She always exaggerates it.”

“That accident was pretty bad though.” Petra cocked her head to the side. “I’m sure you understand that, right?”

Levi averted his gaze for a brief second. He couldn’t deny that part. That accident had apparently been bad enough to merit a month long hospital stay, bad enough for Levi to not remember much of it aside from the phantom pains in his chest, And bad enough to take the brunt of the pain and the inconvenience of dealing with the symptomatic disorientation, the fatigue and the begrudging need for some support.

A few seconds of reflection later, Levi concluded maybe there was good reason for that overreaction. “But I can take care of myself.”

Ironically, his body chose that moment to teeter.

“Hey, you okay?” Petra put one warm hand on his shoulder. “You think you can make it to work today?”

The throbbing at the back of his head had dulled to a bearable ache but he could have sworn it had been worse in the hospital. “I don’t have enough leaves,” he said. He focused for a while longer on Petra’s eyes and saw reason.

Maybe I can take a longer break?

His body was probably silently begging for more leaves. On the contrary, another part of him had been yearning for normalcy for a while. Practicality had been the deciding factor. Although Levi had more than enough leaves, did he have more than he would have been comfortable giving up? Maybe not. He wouldn’t take it anyway. He had more than enough strength to push himself out of bed and pad lightly to the bathroom.

Unwillingly or willingly? He was too tired to tell.

“You were in the hospital just a week ago.” Petra was a voice of reason or a voice of temptation.

“I can’t take any more leaves,” Levi repeated again, as if saying it louder somehow made it more convincing. He made his way to his closet, keeping his strides purposeful, partially for himself, partially for her.

Even for a long time friend, Petra had always been shy and conservative. As soon as Levi motioned to pull his shirt up, she rushed out of the room in some characteristic gesture of modesty.

His bedroom door closed with a click and Levi started to slip his clothes off much faster. His head continued to throb. There was a strange ringing in his ears and the room was a little drafty, typical for early spring.

Levi didn’t have the mind space to prepare for that brush with icy wind. Fucking hell. Discomfort then the desperation that followed had him considering calling in sick again.

After using up three week’s worth though, vacation leaves were starting to feel more like a scam than an actual benefit of the job. He ran through the motions of his typical morning routine. Or at least, what had been typical a month ago. Since the accident, he hadn’t worn anything but loose shirts, pajamas and hospital gowns. Back in the hospital, he had been asleep a lot of that time.

He pulled his pants on, then sluggishly pulled his sweater over him, dolefully noting how snug fitting clothing seemed like strangers to his skin.

He didn’t feel like the same person anymore.

It looked like Petra did notice something was different. Over breakfast, she had pushed the plates closer to him. She did the honors of pouring the scrambled eggs onto his plate, then placing a loaf of bread right next to him. “Eat, we have a long day ahead.”

Levi mumbled something that could have been a ‘thanks’ or a ‘yes.’ He didn’t think too far about it either. There were more pressing things to deal with, like internally psyching himself up for his first day back at work and finding routine once again in the recovery process.

For a few minutes after, the two were silent in the small kitchen save for the sound of chewing and the sound of cutlery clacking on the plate.

“Hey Levi,” Petra hesitantly broke the silence. “You really don't remember what happened?” She had asked that question countless times before, back at the hospital, on his first day back at home and every single time she paid a visit.

He chalked it up to worry. In some semblance of a response, Levi downed the bread in his mouth in one painful gulp, then took a sip of tea. “I remember waking up in the hospital.”

“Before that.”

Levi dropped the half eaten bread on the plate and stared straight up at the ceiling for a second. “Leaving work,” he answered. It was too vague of an answer and Petra didn't seem satisfied.

Of course she wouldn’t be satisfied. He always walked the same route home and routine wouldn’t give too much of an answer to the question of how the hell more than a month ago, he had ended up with a severe concussion and a few contusions in the hospital emergency room, a few towns away from his own.

Past was past though. There was no use digging into it. At present, he had medical bills to pay and a career to salvage. No time for a personal investigation. He attempted to digress. “What did I miss?” Levi asked. “At work?” He noted Petra’s very disconcerting expression, a combination of pity and uncertainty. It was starting to get annoying.

Petra furrowed her brows, a little more hesitant to speak that time. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about...”

In protest, Levi put the bread down and stared at Petra, his stone cold expression unwavering. He wouldn’t be eating unless Petra continued. He wasn’t hungry anyway.

A few minutes of silence later and it seemed to work. Petra looked down at the bread then up at him. Whatever was plaguing her mind then had taken some control over her. “A lot has changed since the accident,” she started.

“With work?” Levi asked again. He dropped the bread on the plate, deliberately allowing the clatter, as if the loud jarring sound would be enough to drive away the disbelief. Three weeks or fifteen business days wasn’t supposed to be a long time taking into account the speed of office bureaucracy.

Petra nodded, a wry smile on her face. Her expression, her demeanor gave the uncertainty away before she spoke of it. “You’re probably going to have to talk to Mr. Zackley about it…”

Levi’s mind was racing. Despite the throbbing, Levi had managed to fill in the blanks for himself. Even before Petra expounded on it, Levi had started to accept already, going back to work was probably not going to be such an easy ride.

Being gone for weeks had done a number to his job.

Three weeks to be exact. It was just three weeks, fifteen business days. Despite Petra’s apparent discomfort, her incessant warnings not to ‘expect,’ Levi had expected some semblance of normalcy. When his hopes were dashed, Levi felt like he had been body slammed out of nowhere by an oncoming train.

“I’ve been working on their set for years…Since the pilot episode, ” Levi said slowly. Hell, since even before the pilot episode if you consider the preproduction stage. He didn’t want it to seem at all like it was an argument and he subdued his tone to something lighter, with the intention of reminding himself not to talk back at authority.

“And we’ve transferred you,” General Manager Darius Zackley said matter-of-factly. “Underground City has been garnering a lot of attention lately and we couldn’t afford to be undermanned at such a crucial point of production.”

“But was it necessary to transfer me?”

Mr. Zackley’s expression softened. He didn't have a natural expression that demanded authority but he made up for it with reason. “It’s a primetime show,” he explained. “One of our best, and given the uncertainty regarding your accident…” For some reason, he had hesitated at that word. “We couldn’t take a gamble. We had you immediately replaced after the first week.”

“And?” At face value, the new developments were starting to seem terribly, terribly disappointing. “I can still work there.” Levi was perfectly aware of where the conversation was going. Still, it didn’t hurt to try.

Mr. Zackley was surprisingly patient. “It’s not an issue of you not fitting in. But we want to properly and more efficiently distribute our labor. The production of Underground City is currently…” He cleared his throat. “Oversaturated.”

Oversaturated with budget, resources. Underground City was a crime and mystery drama, one of their more high budget productions. Levi wasn’t too surprised at that piece of information, having worked closely with the producers and the writers since the pilot.

With a boss a few reporting levels above his own though, Levi couldn’t do much but listen quietly. Disappointment and uncertainty loomed over him and he was tiring more quickly.

“We’ve made some arrangements, set you up with a new role.” Mr. Zackley was taking his sweet time, his painfully sweet time.

At the butt end of Mr. Zackley’s whims, Levi was a mess. He racked his brain for all possible outcomes of the ‘arrangements’, a painful process, hampered by the weight of too many possibilities. They were a medium sized network that produced most of their own TV shows on top of news coverage and documentaries, still too many for Levi to have cared enough about to count.

At that moment, he was determined to make up for lost time. Naturally, his mind first flew to the more well known productions, those that had been receiving the best ratings in prime time TV since he had started working there.

Underground City. Military Police.

Working at the set of the crime drama ‘Underground City’ had been a good run for Levi, one he would have liked to continue but Mr. Zackley said so himself, they replaced him. ‘Military Police,’ one of their more popular historical war dramas, also received one of the bigger chunks of their budget. With Zackley’s very sullen expression, it looked like he wasn’t at all there to give Levi a promotion.

He didn’t really mind not working on the ‘Military Police’ set anyway. Everyone there seemed like a lazy prick and that long running drama had always seemed overrated to him. What else would be waiting for him though? “To where?” Levi pressed.

The old man hummed for a second, leaned forward on his seat. “I talked to Erwin about this and we have an opening in one of our daytime shows.”

“Erwin?” Levi repeated. The name was more than just familiar and he allowed himself a brief moment to recall. Erwin Smith. One of the more prominent in-house directors. Just digging deep into his mind, riling up whatever was causing the headache in the first place. He sat still and waited for it to subside again.

Then he wondered if it had been physical or just an emotional reaction to the mess he found himself in. He was barely recovering, he was plunged into a new position and he was confused, utterly confused.

“Consider it a temporary position until something else opens up,” Mr. Zackley added. “Given that you just got back from the hospital, it would be better if you started small.” He shot Levi a placating look. “Either way, this is a good opportunity for you, Ackerman…” It didn’t seem so genuine. “To ease you back into the hustle and bustle of working in TV production.”

Zackley spoke for an eternity longer after that but it had done nothing to make the transfer any better.

Levi had been working with that same hustle and bustle for years and he was confident, a three week break at the height of production wouldn’t have been enough to throw him--- hell, most people off completely.

But he was being treated like some invalid. Zackley’s warm words yet his uninviting demeanor sent some alarm bells ringing inside Levi.Mr. Zackley was overly consoling, overly placating and Levi’s mind was racing.

Levi took a deep breath and dropped his shoulders, willing himself to relax and focus on the present. Whatever the catch was, he’d find out soon anyway.

To ease you back into the hustle and bustle of working in TV production.

What a magnificent fucking lie.

“Start small my ass.” With the stress just piling up and his body barely catching up, Levi was tempted to let it out as anything louder, accompanying it with the very dramatic motion of dropping the paper work on the floor and relishing the loud thud. He imagined scattering the pages on the table, spilling them onto the floor and maybe kicking them out onto some curb.

Then he brushed off that mental image completely.

That would only create an unnecessary mess, maybe even cause a scene in that small cafe. Although his life seemed like it was complete chaos, his fastidious side wouldn’t have allowed him to make it any more worse. Then and there, he deemed it the best option to just take a sip of his tea, allow it to warm him up slowly and create a comfortable distraction, somewhere convenient.

A minute or so later, Levi accepted, tea didn’t do too good of a job. After all, what could tea do, aside from supporting him through the long and painful two days of ‘adjustment’ and the journey to the very frustrating conclusion that the general manager of the studio, Mr. Zackley was too out of touch with the struggles of the average worker.

“Just for long enough to get back to the hustle and bustle of TV production? What a fucking liar,” Levi muttered again. He dropped the tea cup on the saucer with a clank.

“Well, technically you are starting small,” Petra said. “They don’t expect too much quality wise from a soap opera on a day time slot.” She flipped through the pages of scripts and the storyboards that formed an overwhelmingly thick pile of papers on the coffee table.

It wasn’t too thick. Levi stared for a while longer and he decided it was a manageable pile of documents. The soft copies on his laptop were also of a countable number.

The deadline to be completely functional in two days though wasn’t as reasonable.

In search of some semblance of a break, Levi shifted his gaze towards Petra.

Her familiar presence had made the job change bearable. A half hearted response with her attention mostly channelled towards the piles of scripts had still been enough to have Levi more at home in the middle of the coffee shop in the late afternoon. “You didn’t even need to transfer,” Levi said. The indignance and the bitterness of a while ago seemed to be mellowing into something almost sweet.

Petra turned a beet red and she put her hands up in defense. “No no… I wanted to. Besides, this type of set is always in need of more people.”

Levi raised one eyebrow in response. Soap opera sets? Or maybe just daytime soap operas in general. Or maybe just that particular soap opera set. He turned back to the pile of papers on the table then back to his laptop.

The pile of papers on the table was the script for that month alone. The folders in the USB were eight seasons worth of soap opera scripts and episodes. Levi was once again reminded why such a project could have been so undersaturated.

Scratch that, he had never forgotten and he didn’t think he would ever forget anyway.

The script for just that month was much larger than the piles Levi worked with at his previous production. By the second day, he was starting to conclude, working with daytime soap operas was turning out to be a grind, a seemingly thankless grind.

Soap operas ran with the expectation of producing five episodes a week with a shoestring budget. The pressing deadlines and just the amount of content that had to be produced meant vacations and holidays were few and far in between for the average employee. And the unreasonable demands usually meant that quality would naturally suffer.

Since he started assimilating into his job, he also started to wonder. What audience were they even producing soaps for in that day and age?

“Do you think you’ll even enjoy this?” Levi challenged.

“It’s too early to tell,” Petra said.

Levi didn’t want to admit it then, but he was convinced that she would even find a way to enjoy it. The question should have been for him. He was the one who could barely even get past the first page of the script.

Petra flashed him a knowing smile, flipping the pages a little faster. She wasn’t reading them and all attention was on Levi.

Her face could have been asking questions. Or Levi could have been projecting. He repeated the question to himself. What now? More specifically, what was he supposed to do?

Then he answered it. Get used to it? Or maybe just accept it as a job. The grind would eventually get less painful he was sure. But would he ever see the beauty in it?

Levi had never taken the time to watch that particular soap opera but he had seen too many in passing to know what he would be working with.

The stories didn’t make fucking sense. The sets were cheaply made. The lights, the cameras and the resources for special effects were far from what he was given when he was still working with the twenty-one-episodes-a-season, one-season-a-year ‘Underground City.”

According to Erwin, they just didn’t have the budget. Besides, the average viewer didn’t expect much else anyway from a soap opera.

Either way, he was still hired as the cinematographer. This is still your job. Levi took a deep breath then exhaled with a soft huff. First things first, he had to familiarize himself with ten to fifty episodes worth of scripts. That night, he would be watching the blocking, the lighting, the editing, the overall production.

That was the job of the fucking cinematographer anyway. Erwin had warned him though, they were severely undermanned in all facets of production, pre production, production proper and post production. And for shows that aired multiple times a week, that meant, the grind wouldn't end.

So he wouldn’t just be the cinematographer.

At the impending workload that followed his orientation phase, Levi closed his eyes tight. For a second there, his mind flew to other opportunities and just the process of editing his CV and applying elsewhere.

Maybe in a year he would reapply, or maybe even in months.

He wondered if Petra was thinking the same thing. If she were, she didn’t make it obvious. Petra enjoyed the production process just as much as he did and she had been the reason he had found a job there in the first place.

“Welcome back to the working world.” Petra chuckled.

Levi blinked back the surprise in his eyes as he was once again pulled back to reality. Admittedly, he was overwhelmed. The weak throbbing returned and after spending too many hours insisting to Petra that he was ready to go back to work, he didn’t think it right to take a break.

He sipped his tea and deemed that a quick break.

“God I miss our tea times,” Petra said, looking pointedly at Levi's tea caup. She flipped the script over and pulled her teacup towards her.

Levi noted the wistful expression on Petra’s face. “I was only out for a month,”

Petra shook her head. “But for a week or so, we thought you wouldn’t make it.” There was a subtle crack, not too noticeable if Levi hadn’t tensed up and watched her closely.

It was bringing up too many unwelcome emotions at once, and somewhere in the back of his mind, a haze of memories aggravated the throbbing in his head.

Levi turned back to the pile of papers. With the amount of work to do, he would never have the time to ponder what happened anyway. In an attempt at digression, he pulled the script towards him, and started to flip the pages, poring over words yet only taking in half of it.

A very boring half.

Eventually, he gave up. “Let’s go back home. We’re not getting anything done here.” He gathered the pages, and meticulously returned them to each envelope.

He was supposed to be reviewing the scripts to get some idea on how the TV show worked. They had chosen to work in the cafe to escape from the bustle of the sets and attempt some productivity. Yet, they had been in the cafe for a few hours already and he still didn’t remember what the story had been about in the first place.

Soap operas didn’t have logical plots anyway. Levi thought to himself. Maybe just accepting could make his work feel more unbearable. He watched as Petra gathered the pages on her end, stuffed them into her bag.

“Sorry, I thought you would have wanted tea. You always liked this place…” Petra was explaining herself. The not-so-eloquent way at which she did it was a distraction. In fact, everything at that point was either a distraction or even irritating. Levi took a deep breath, closed his eyes and let the throbbing take control for a second.

One step at a time. Levi slung his bag over his shoulder. “The tea was good,” he said, more for her than himself. That was a lie. In fact, the tea tasted underwhelming. Tea usually didn’t disappoint though and Levi was starting to suspect the fault was in him. “Just give me some time to get used to life again,” he added, his tone more apologetic that time.

A few seconds or even minutes of reflection later and Levi had to admit, he felt like he really had changed during that break.

Cinematography is visual storytelling. Or so, that was what he had been taught when he started working with TV shows years ago.

When there was no story he could follow, there was no essence or heart to portray. So, Levi naturally approached it like a cold hard science. The hard copies on folders lay abandoned on the coffee table. His laptop remained unopened.

Levi's attention was trained on the big screen. He had silently been sprawled on the sofa since they arrived back to his apartment hours ago. Bundled up in a sweatshirt, legs propped up on the coffee table, Levi was in that convenient trance between relaxing and analyzing.

He had no idea what the couple on the TV had been arguing about. He had no idea who had fathered the large overly tacky baby bump sticking out of the woman.

The latest episode was playing on repeat and Levi remembered two things happening in the past ten minutes. A pregnant woman entering the crappy set of their mansion, hand on her oversized belly and  man looked back at her then approached her, a look of abject horror on his face. He was shouting something, obscenities maybe?

By that point, Levi’s mind started to wander with too many other passing thoughts.

The horror at finding out the protagonist was pregnant was overly exaggerated. Were baby bumps really supposed to be that big? And why did it take them that many months to figure it out? How many pregnancies did the protagonist go through? How many love interests did she have?

Then the cinematographer and the photographer in him took over.

There were more important things to look into. The camera never moved. Levi was familiar with multi camera setups and he didn’t need to think too hard about it. Most of the scenes were filmed in the house, in the office, all conveniently made sets, the conveniently written scripts were written around the shitty budget.

And the high frame rate, in tandem with the inorganic lighting, the lack of special effects and just the lack of some careful camera movement, made the overall story and the overall view, underwhelming, not at all cinematic.

The soap opera effect.

Some wouldn’t see it. Others would probably notice it but not glaringly enough to complain. Levi had worked in film for years and when he would search for the characteristic motion blur, he would immediately find it. The culmination of a simple camera set up, a few sets, a cheap camera, and with a studio and network always in some hurry to cut the budget, the soap opera effect was very apparent.

And they would be expecting the same cooperation from him in putting together a cheaply made production. On the bright side, that meant that despite having to deal with some shitty soap opera plot that didn’t make any sense, he wouldn’t have to do too much thinking with lighting, blocking and editing. Planning sets and scenes would be a light stroll in the park at best, soul suckingly monotonous at worst.

Levi reached for the remote and started to rewind, his interest suddenly piqued.

“So what do you think happened to the baby?” Petra asked. She dropped a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.

Levi wasn’t in any mood to eat. More importantly, he in the mood to speculate the cheap excuse for a plot. “Am I supposed to care?” He pulled his legs close to him and leaned further on the armrest of the sofa, giving Petra more than enough space to get herself comfortable.

“Well, you’re working on the set right? Better to at least know the major plot points of what you’re working with.”

“Spoil me,” Levi said.

Petra reached for the popcorn and grabbed a handful. She turned to him, a wry smile on her face. “You really don’t even wanna try to enjoy it?”

“This is a job. ”

Petra dropped her shoulders in defeat. “Well… Hanako gets kidnapped…”

“Hanako?”

“The baby…” Petra answered, looking pointedly at him. “They literally spent an episode discussing the baby’s name.” A laugh was very much evident in her voice.

And there are a hundred episodes to sift through. “I don’t have to know the baby’s name to do my job.”

“The baby will be the main character in the next season. If you have been reading the script--- Or even just following the story...” Petra put her hands out and pointed at the TV, starting to look more exasperated by the minute.

“Okay,” Levi responded firmly, not in any mood to stomach accusations. “Then I’ll learn her name when I start working. Just tell me what I need to know to do my job. ”

Petra sighed. “When we get back on air, there will be a time skip. Then the season post time skip picks up after Hanako’s first day of college. So before that she grew up with her adopted parents who found her abandoned in a box. They went through some tough times financially and in the latest pages of the script she gets a job in a coffee shop.” She turned towards the thick envelope on the table then glanced accusingly at him. “I could have sworn you were reading through that back in the cafe.”

Levi didn’t notice it. He had only half heartedly read the script. Still, he feigned a look of interest.

“Then a lot of the writers quit,” Petra continued. “So a lot of what happened hasn't been written yet.”

Levi flashed Petra a knowing look.

Petra sighed. "Apparently, people were overworked, the job didn't pay much so a lot of the crew, cinematographer, production designers, they all left which was most likely why they put you there.”

Levi only had to look back at his first day and his second day to understand the turnover rate. He had spent a little less than an hour familiarizing himself with systems that seemed to be put into place for show. Soon after that, he was bombarded with unreasonable deadlines, timelines, responsibilities outside his actual job title and a little less than two days to sift through eight seasons worth of scripts.

“And why they easily transferred me. We're really behind now.  Post production for the last few episodes should be completed this week, aired by next week.

"Then we have a hiatus at least," Levi said, repeating it with that same cold professional tone Erwin had used with him on their first day. Except he knew that was a scam too. They would be using that two week hiatus to start filing.

That reminder at least pulled Levi back into reality. He couldn’t flit mindlessly from side to side and clock it up as ‘learning the ropes’ forever. Eventually, they were going to ask him to actually know the ropes. “Erwin said something about me working with production proper and post production,” Levi mindlessly rewinded some of the scenes again. “But they can’t expect me to write the script right?”

Petra shook her head. “No, I don’t think you will,” she said. “I talked to a few of the crew. They said they were hiring a writer. A whole writing crew actually--- And you know, among them, there are rumors about a big name screenwriter.”

Levi raised one eyebrow in disbelief. “Joining the set of a daytime soap opera.”

She put her hands up in defense. “It’s just a rumor.”

“A stupid rumor. What kind of screenwriter in their right mind would want to work here?”

Petra paused for a second, deep in thought. “Fine, it might just be a rumor. Still, ask yourself, why would there be rumors circulating in the first place?"

Levi sighed. “Which screenwriter then?” he asked, mostly in an attempt to humor her. And himself. The fact that a big name screenwriter would work in soap operas, might actually make ‘soap operas’ work.

“Hange Zoe,” Petra said, a wry knowing look on her face. As if it was a name Levi was supposed to know.

“Hange Zoe?” And if he followed the same ups and downs of Petra’s tone, he could pretend it was familiar to his lips. “Hange Zoe,” he said again.

Petra nodded. “The writer of the Titan series? The final movie of `Advancing Titans’ is coming out in the fall.”

Advancing Titans. The name had seemingly come out of nowhere, especially when Levi had already run through a few possible names in his head. Hange Zoe hadn’t been one of them. Although she was a big name in the screenwriting industry for sure, the idea of Hange Zoe working with soap operas seemed almost preposterous.

“Hange Zoe…” Levi said it one more time, in surprise or in some attempt to practice saying it. “You’re seriously talking about that writer?” Levi looked to Petra for confirmation. Hange had only ever written one movie series from a completely different genre, which begged a question.“She has some experience in soap operas?”

Petra unlocked her phone, opened the browser and started typing and scrolling. “No… Just the movies…” she muttered a second later.

“Then why do you think she would suddenly want to work in a cheap ass day time soap opera?”

Petra looked back at him, a dumbfounded look in her face. “But the timing just fits too well. The final movie is about to be released. Apparently, she didn’t renew her contract with her studio. There are even rumors of her leaving the movie industry… And there were speculations and everything.”

“Retirement?” Levi suggested.

“Why retire in your thirties?” Petra said.

“Well, when you’re earning millions per script…” Levi trailed off. Thinking up an argument was too much of a tall order. He continued flipped through channels in silence and he had managed to pick out the movie ‘Advancing Titans’ by just a few seconds worth of a scene.

Speak of the devil.

But it wasn’t strange at all to come across the movies while flipping through channels. After all,  Advancing Titans had become a household name over the past few years.

A person in a green cloak was flying, killing some man eating a zombie. It was a familiar scene, Even Levi, who almost prided himself in never having watched the movies, was familiar enough with the iconic movements, the colors and the insignia on the back.

The wings of freedom. How the hell that was connected to the story, Levi never watched enough to find out. Nor was he interested. Science fiction and fantasy were just never his cup of tea.

If Levi had to guess, soap operas and crime dramas shouldn’t have been big wig screenwriter Hange Zoe’s cup of tea either, especially after dedicating years of her life into a production as complex as a science fiction, dark fantasy cinematic universe..

“Do you really think Hange Zoe can actually work with low budget soap operas?” Levi asked.

Petra shrugged and Levi wondered why he had even asked her in the first place. Of course, she wouldn’t know. Still, she spoke up. “Even if the rumors were wrong and it wasn’t Hange Zoe. The important thing is they get someone to pump out scripts right? And your job anyway is to make sure everything gets filmed.”

“I guess.” Levi kept his eyes trained on the screen. The scene shifted from a forest, to the cobblestoned streets in town. A parade of miserable soldiers entered the town within the walls. The camera focused on a father, who navigated through crowds of people, zooming in one of the shorter soldiers.

Captain, I wanted to talk to you about my daughter… She wrote me a letter… She’s too young to get married.

Something about the expression of the soldier pulled Levi in. For a moment, he was frozen on his seat, completely hypnotized.

Petra’s voice tore into his trance. “That’s one of the scenes I can never forget.”

In some desperate bout of retaliation, Levi switched the channel of the TV. “Let’s watch something else.”

“Why? You okay?” Petra asked.

“I’m fine. I’d rather watch something more productive.” Levi flipped more rapidly through channels. He was tempted to just turn off the TV and call it a night.

“There’s a lot to learn from watching that,” Petra started.

"Like what?" Levi asked, his grip on the remote was still firm.

Petra opened her mouth, then closed it again. She sighed. “It's hard to explain... but remember that scene just a while ago. The father approached the captain about his daughter… She died while fighting the titans and they had to empty the cart so they lost all the bodies..."

Levi kept his eyes glued to the screen, suddenly hyper aware that there might have been a judgemental or impatient look on his face. “Go on,” Levi said, as if that could do anything to placate the discomfort already apparent in her voice.

“I guess the point I wanted to make is…” Petra still seemed far from calm. “Hange Zoe. One of the reasons why she writes really quality works apparently is because aside from writing the script, she’s very hands on with everything from the blocking, to the screenwriting and just the overall production… Which makes the storyline and the movie so gripping. When I watch it, it feels like the movie is peering into my soul or something.”

“Peering into your soul…” It was a tacky choice of words and Levi could only repeat them with some level of disbelief.

“A lot of the novelty of Hange Zoe’s writing… The parts that make it special are those in betweens. The parts she left unwritten... if you know what I mean?"

“That’s cool,” Levi responded, only barely. He switched to their local channel, to the late night reruns of the soap opera. .

“They’re good movies. I don’t think they were overrated," Petra said, a hint of defensiveness in her tone.

"I never said they weren’t good movies."

"You don't seem to want to hear about it at all."

"I'm just not interested. Besides, I'm too busy with work." That was the right moment to feign business. Levi held his phone in front of him, opened up the browser and wrote out a few familiar keywords. The movies of the titan series were all ranging from four to five star ratings. Whether it had been commended for cinematography or writing, he had been too lazy to check the more detailed reviews.

The reviews were most likely raving, sloppily made and potentially biased and Levi didn’t want to hear another synonym for ‘peers into your soul.’

His eyes were drooping, he was exhausted. Petra seemed to be ready to leave as well. But he had some space, he needed some break. And what better way to spend it than to do a little stalking? "Petra, could you send a file of the first movie? I think I might wanna watch it."

"You can stream the older ones on demand," Petra said.

Levi only had to open the menu on his TV to see the option for streaming. Right. Watching movies was starting to feel like a chore though and he was in no mood watching that night.

He didn’t say much else after that and the night ended with greetings exchanged. Petra only lived a few floors below him and it didn’t feel any different from being alone.

Before he knew it, he was half asleep already. He gave up, turned off the TV and allowed himself to doze off. When he came to his senses again, the sun was streaming through the window, and with work starting in an hour or so, he had little to no time to even start the movie.

The set was small. The budget was miniscule. The turnover rate was high.

And for projects that wanted to disguise themselves as official and corporate, it was utter chaos. One week into his job, Levi had to admit, he was reaching too widely, and he was spread out too thin.

There was a semblance of structure within his team. Petra and Eld worked with cinematography, filming and camera management and all he had to do was make sure the blocking looked good, limit the amount of retakes needed. Gunther and Oluo worked in post production and video editing.

But structure was an illusion.

The actors hadn’t arrived yet. Other new roles hadn't been finalized. The script was still unfinished. Yet, they were under the mercy of the vision of higher ups

"We're heavily delayed,’ or so that was what Erwin had explained. ‘Feedback of the higher ups.”

There were deadlines, unreasonable deadlines for the employees, yet a reasonable wait for the average audience. They had less than a month to finish filming and post production for the first few episodes of the new season, less than a week to produce everything for the old season.

When he was in a pseudo-management role, as a cinematographer, it was automatic. When filming, he should be going down to the set. But they weren't filming yet. In fact, there were people in the set not doing anything.

In the chaos, everything didn't seem to add up. So Levi forced one memorandum, one attempt at structure. He would finish the final editing by that night and start the next day with a blank slate. Even if he needed to, he would stay until midnight to make it work.

That new writing team should be coming soon. Levi repeated to himself. Erwin had said so himself, Petra had also mentioned it excitedly over lunch.

All Levi had to do was get the episodes ready for review by the higher ups, then ready for airing then he could start that new season with a healthier approach, maybe find some way to add more structure to his already hectic job.

“Petra, don’t wait for me. I’m working overtime today.”

Petra jumped on her seat.

Levi only realized then, he had come up from right behind her. And Petra had been busy reading through something in her laptop, a quick glance confirmed, it was the unfinished script.

Levi continued. “You don’t have to wait for me.”

Petra looked back at him, a worried look in her face. She opened her mouth to speak.

“Deadlines,” Levi answered.

“You need any help? You know Oluo and Gunther, they can stay too. Or even me.”

“I can finish it myself,” Levi said. He was completely aware either way that it was his job to review everything before anyone else reviewed and before it went on air.

There was an indignant look on Petra's face. But Petra never really imposed. She nagged, doted, argued but she never imposed.

And he managed to pacify her by requesting an espresso and a cup of tea from the tea shop right in front of the studio. Beverages were frowned upon in the video editing room. Levi though was particularly meticulous, he was tired and stressed and he allowed himself some leeway.

Just today. And when they start filming the new season, during the hiatus, Levi would reopen his work with a more organized approach, more suited for his personality. He constantly reassured himself of that as he continued to edit the videos, crosschecking with storyboards and scripts.

Most of the work had been done. Most of the work had been easy to scan through. Still it was hours of sifting through retakes, reviewing and setting them up for reviews and cuts. In the silence, completely alone, He gladly gave the task the required focus, more than enough not to have noticed the sound of the door click behind him.

“This is the coffee you asked for right?” The voice wasn’t Petra’s but still it didn’t seem at all hostile. In fact, the voice seemed friendly.

Friendly enough for Levi to feel obliged to respond.”Thanks.” A new hire maybe? In the one week he had been working there, three people had already quit.

It wasn’t worth a second thought. The important thing was he got his coffee and tea. So he didn’t bother looking up, only looking with his peripherals to see the paper white of the cup just a few inches away. He reached one hand towards the cup and surprisingly, his hand didn’t grasp for paper. It went for something a little softer, something a little cooler but still warm to the touch.

And it moved. A bug? A pest? That had been Levi’s first speculation, being the paranoid clean freak he was. Before his guesses could get anymore creative he looked at the cup and saw the cup was stable on his desk. He had a grip, not on the cup itself but on the other hand which held the cup. The movements were from a hand underneath his..

A wild hand. It slipped out of his grip, and before Levi could pull away, it gripped him in return, squeezing harder on his pointer finger and his middle finger.

For just a second. A painfully awkward second.

A second of realization was all Levi needed to pull away. “May I help you?” he asked. It took a lot more willpower not to curse at that strange invasion of privacy. A second later, reason took over and Levi realized that he was the one who had gripped her first.

He had planned to grip the coffee cup, he justified himself.

“They said… You needed some coffee.” The voice was nonchalant. Yet somehow, nonchalance had managed to make his blood boil. “So I came here to drop it and say hi,” she added, as if that was the most natural response.

‘Say hi’ didn’t usually involve two hands gripping one another, then interlocking. Her hands were still gripping the tip of his fingers and for a second they were frozen.. “Are you always this touchy then?” Levi pressed. Especially with a total stranger. Levi looked up, turned his head towards the voice and confirmed it, she was definitely a familiar face but they were barely even acquaintances.

Brown hair tied up in a ponytail, glasses propped comfortably on her nose and just underneath them, warm brown eyes that had no problem just staring, studying… And in their own way, leaving Levi very very jarred by the mundane gesture called ‘eye contact.’

“I was hoping to talk for a bit,” she said. “If you’re not too busy, we can---”

“I’m busy right now,” Levi said. He pulled the coffee closer to him, suddenly careful when awareness dawned on him abruptly. Suddenly, he was completely aware that the coffee cup was only a few inches away from the computer. “Can this wait?”

Those brown eyes were suddenly wider, a hint of surprise. Then they narrowed at him and Levi felt some pity blanket his already sluggish and aimless movements. Before he knew it, he was very very unproductive.

He had to do something. “My name is Levi by the way.” He was deliberately gentler that time and usually lowering his voice and slowing down did some magic to make him seem kinder than he usually seemed to new people. Or so, that had been what Petra had advised multiple times before.

Levi looked up, forced a subtle smile, a combination between a tightlipped line and crinkles at the edge of his mouth. The most he could manage for a courteous introduction.

Her reaction was unexpected to say the least. He noticed her eyes first, the way they widened. Her jaw dropped. She closed it again, a subtle twitch in her lip.

Did I say something wrong? Levi thought to himself. He looked back at the computer screen. “Levi… Levi Ackerman,” he added. Would that help ease the tension of the room?

Even when Levi started to make a game for himself, playing video edits again and again, he realized he was more focused on pretending to concentrate than in actually polishing the transitions between scenes.

Hange eventually spoke up. “Hello Levi. Nice to meet you.” Her voice was softer in that last sentence.

“Nice to meet you too.” That had been surprisingly difficult to say. He sensed the discomfort in her voice, and maybe he had unknowingly mirrored it.

“My name is Hange Zoe. I’m going to be working as a screenwriter here…”

Oh. Oh. So that’s Hange Zoe. For someone who spearheaded blockbuster hits, who had people talking like crazy over rumors, it turned out she was a very underwhelming presence.

“I’m the cinematographer here,” Levi said. Technically, that was his job title but at that point, he was doing everything. “So I guess we’re going to be working together a lot.”

“We will,” Hange responded. Her presence was underwhelming. So underwhelming that Levi felt no need to even be excited that they had a prodigy screenwriter in their midst. Her voice was soft when she spoke to him. Her eyes were some mix of disappointment, nervousness, uncertainty.

Levi suspected it was her demeanor, her approach towards him that had caused such tension to settle in such a tiny room. “Thank you for coffee,” Levi said. Any nice gesture seemed like a worthwhile attempt to ease it.

A wide smile played at Hange’s lips, still far from what Levi would have considered confident though. “Happy to help.”

That’s the award winning screenwriter? “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“I’m going to be working on a few scripts tonight, have Erwin look at them in a day or so,” she said. Her voice had shifted to something more professional, and her meekness was starting to feel more like a misinterpretation on Levi's end..

“Looking forward to them,” Levi said.

The door slammed behind him, a little louder than the click that followed. The room was dim, it was almost distracting. When Levi turned towards the lights, he considered turning it on, to save himself the discomfort of sore eyes.

He turned his chair, put enough wait into one leg only to notice the sluggishness, the numbness underneath. His legs were jelly. Her hands were trembling and his breaths weren’t coming out in predictable bouts. He turned back to the computer and prepared to review what he had already edited.

The video was playing and Levi was convincing himself that he was productive.

Halfway through the episode, or even a quarter through the episode (Levi wasn’t counting), his mind had wandered. When his surroundings just became a little too overwhelming, Levi let loose just a little bit. He let the heaviness in his chest and the stiffness of his limbs speak for him then.

That voice of a while ago, Hange Zoe’s voice. That voice was nostalgic, heart wrenchingly nostalgic.

[miss-1ng]

hi hello! tysm for the follow, i think you're neat ^^

can i have kiss prompt 9 for claudeleth?

Aww, your welcome! Thank you for the follow too! You seem pretty neat as well :)

And you definitely can! Here you go, hope you enjoy <3

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They did it, they did it.

Claude stares with shaky legs and trembling arms as Nemesis in front of them disappears into specs of light, fading from existence.

They did it.

His throat feels tight as he staggers up from the ground, ignoring the scrapes and bruises covering his knees and his legs. Pain spikes through his body from many cuts and injuries from the battle. He chews his tongue as he walks towards Byleth, trying to simmer down the nerves rising up in his body like flames.

Byleth smiles, she smiles, wearing an expression alight with joy and all things akin.

Her silence speaks volumes in the wake of the new dawn, and Claude can’t help the same smile spreading over his own.

They fucking did it.

Five long horrendous years and it all led to this – a new dawn for not just Fodlan, but the outer worlds. For Almyra, he thinks, before staggering over to Byleth. To think my dream would finally come true. He feels giddy at the thought.

Failnaught slips out of his sweaty group, clattering to the ground next to the Sword of The Creator which has been long abandoned by her since Nemesis finally met his end.

“Byleth,” is the word that falls from his lips. It must be the first time he’s called by her name instead of ‘Teach’.

Byleth’s beam doesn’t falter from a moment. In fact it only grows wider. She murmurs back “Claude,” and launches her arms around him. She buries her head in his shoulder, letting out a shoulder. “I can’t believe we did it.”

For the first time in forever, he’s at a total loss for words, and just holds her back as if it will stop the shaking of his arms.

“N-neither,” he croaks, voice trembling.

“Are you okay, Claude?” she whispers, pulling away, looking at him with the sincerest look in her pale green eyes. Her hands gently grip his wrists, and he wrenches his gaze from their almost intertwined hands to her eyes. He plasters a grin on his face.

“Of course. Just a bit dazed.” I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to leave you. If only he could put his thoughts into words.

Byleth looks sceptical, but nods. She schools her expression. Claude’s heart aches at the memory of her smile, haunting his mind. Her beautiful smile. “Let’s meet up with the others.”

She walks off but he doesn’t. His feet are rooted to the ground, staring fixatedly after her. She turns her head back, hair swishing from the movement. “Claude.” Byleth walks back to him, clasping him. Their fingers interlace, the action so natural it’s like they’ve been doing this for years. “Are you coming?”

What happens next is a split second decision. His thoughts are hazy and muddled, and don’t make much sense, but he finds himself whispering “Tell me if this is too much,” in her ear, before pressing their lips together.

It’s unnatural, and less of a kiss and more of a clash. Their teeth knock together, since Byleth leans forward and opens her mouth to speak.

They spring apart. Byleth laughs, a faint red spreading across her pale cheeks. “Should we give that another go?” she asks while Claude rubs his sore lips.

“I’m not one to turn down from a challenge,” he says, confidence rising back up.

He cups her chin in his hands, letting her place her hands on his wrists while she stands on her tiptoes to kiss him back. He closes his eyes, almost not believing it until he opens them again and sees Byleth in front of him.

“How was that?” she asks, and he feels heat rise to his cheeks.

They still haven't pulled apart, and he isn't desperate too either. A smirk tugs at his lips.

“Kiss me again and we’ll see.”

Neither of them are one to turn down from a challenge, and Byleth accepts.

(feel free to send me a prompt! asks are open)